Long delayed May 2024 Drabbles

I am so sorry for taking so long. Please enjoy the giant fanfic men.

The Elephant in the Room

Mario wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to find when his door had been practically shaken off with the frantic knocking of panicked Toads screeching about giant monsters at the castle. The red dressed plumber barely caught on something about Peach and Daisy being there before he rushed off to possible danger.

Jumping into the nearest warp pipe to Toad Town, Mario had thought of what could be happening from the few details he caught. He briefly considered maybe Bowser was up to this, though that thought had been thrown out as Mario knew the Koopa King had gone off on a week-long trip with Luigi. The younger twin explained it was so the two could get practice for the doubles tennis tournament next month, though Mario didn’t get why Luigi had been blushing so much. Nor why the unlikely duo went to Isle Delfino just to get in tennis practice.

Shaking off the thought as he popped out of the warp pipe, briefly considering any of the previous invaders or foes he had faced. Mario skidded to a halt at the edge of Toad Town, looking up the hill leading to the castle.

Or rather, where the castle had been.

The scattered stones and toppled walls surrounding the hill showed that the castle had been there once, instead in its place were two truly giant beasts. It took a second for the small plumber to recognize the giants as elephants, looking up the rolling hairy hills of fat. Two massive orbs that were easily twice as big as the ruined castle were the behemoth’s bloated bellies. The giant’s were near identical save for colouring, with one having a pale pink skin tone with dark yellow hair, whilst the other had a faded yellow skin with dark brown hair.

Looking at the giant elephant men’s faces, seeing they both had thick moustaches under their trunks just covering the source of their tusks, Mario felt a shudder as he recognised the giants’ eyes and even the now puny crowns on their heads.

“P-Principesse?!” Mario exclaimed, realising the massive elephant men were the two princesses he was close with. The sound of his voice must have been heard, seeing the large giants’ ears twitch before the giants stopped feeling each other’s bodies before focusing on the small Mario.

“Ah, Mario,” The manly elephant that had been Princess Peach said, his deep voice rumbling out before the behemoth grunted and began to reach for the small plumber. Mario didn’t have time to jump away before the massive hand covered him, fingers larger than his small house pinning him into the soft palm. Feeling the usual rush of being moved quickly, Mario barely had time to even begin to feel motion sickness before the closed palm opened up, now before the giant former princesses' faces.

“Ha, surprised little guy?” The other giant elephant, Daisy, said. Chuckling deeply as he took in the shocked small man held in his cousin’s palm. The huge man smirked as he raised his fattened arms into a flex, even shifting his trunk to join the flex. “Wish you had this size back in the flower kingdom?”

“H-How?” Mario could only ask that, even as he mind tried to come up with the stream of thoughts, not really focusing on the thoughts that wanted to be pressed between the drooping moobs of the huge elephants. Tearing his eyes from Daisy's show off, the small plumber saw Peach looking a bit bashful, a deeper pink blush on his cheeks as the huge elephant rubbed the back of his head with his swollen trunk.

“Well, me and Daisy wanted to try this new dish made with Elephant fruit. Unfortunately, some MaxShrooms had mixed in and well,” Peach said, gesturing to him and Daisy before the two giant’s let out a moan in sync. “H-Hold on, Mario…”

The small plumber was about to ask before falling back onto Peach’s expansive palm as the giants let out deep shudders before growing more. Their bodies swell in fat and height, swelling out with mass. The ground cracking under their tectonic weight even as Mario couldn’t see it as the giant’s grew more. Their wobbling thick and ass fat crushing the remains of the castle and surrounding forest, rolling bellies pushing against one another as their vastness increased.

Just as suddenly as it started, the growth spurt ended, leaving the even larger elephant men panting from the surge.

“That was a big one…” Daisy panted out, bringing his large hands to cup his swollen chest, rubbing the block sized blobs of fat before a deep trumpet of a belch erupted out of him. The gale force gas blew the tiny Mario off Peach’s expansive palm, sending the small plumber flying off before he landed on the centre of the huge pink elephant man’s chest. Grabbing onto the dense chest hair as he sunk into the fat, Mario blushed as he realised he was quite literally face first in the princess’s chest. Trying to get a foothold to try and scale up, Mario almost fell off further with Peach letting out a booming moan.

“C-Careful Mario, that feels… oooh,” The huge Peach breathed out, confusing the small plumber before a musky scent hit his nose. Glance over his shoulder and look over the rolling hill that was Peach’s massive gut, following the dense treasure trail leading to the cavern of a belly button. The small Mario blushed when he caught sight of the newer body part the princess now possessed pushing out under the almost globe sized belly.

“MAMMA MIA!” Mario exclaimed, seeing the gigantic member, especially as it was joined by Daisy’s own that peaked out from under his own belly.

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‘The Sumo’

“Benson, you’ve got to do something,”

The gumball manager sighed as he stepped out of his office. Briefly glancing up to the bluejay employee, Benson signalled for Mordecai to follow. Benson already knew what this was about and didn’t want to delay any work for this.

“Mordecai, we’ve been over this. Rigby hasn’t broken any of the park rules, nor caused any recent problems,” Benson turned to look at Mordecai, a bit smug to see the look of shame on the slacker before the two continued on to leave the main house. “Hell, the park has even seen an influx of money now,” Benson said, still surprised by how one of the two employees who regularly almost bring ruin to the park was actually making a good turn out for them

“Dude, have you seen what Rigby has done?” Mordecai exclaimed, moving past Benson as the two made it down the stairs before gesturing to the living room. Through the cracked doorway, Benson sighed as he saw the couch. Even from behind, the park manager could clearly see the poor furniture was broken as it was bent right in the middle. The stubby legs broke off as it laid directly on the floor, clearly having given up after something, or someone, too heavy was placed on top of it.

“I did. And Rigby has agreed to pay for a replacement and repairs. He even gave the cash up front,” Benson said through gritted teeth. The anger he had been wanting to unleash when the house shook from Rigby’s ‘crash’ had been somewhat placated with the payment, more than enough to cover it all. Seeing the look on Mordecai’s face, Benson already knew what the long suffering blue jay was going to add. “Yes, I know about the videos. No, technically I can’t threaten to fire Rigby for those since he does them off the clock. Otherwise, I would have canned both of you, and Muscle Man, back during those viral video attempts you were doing,”

Walking out of the house, Benson glancing at some fresh cracks on the doorframe, the two men walked towards where there was a gathering crowd cheering on. Approaching, the two men saw the source of their conversation. Standing in the middle of the makeship dug out wrestling ring that had been added to the park was Rigby. The once short racoon now stood more than head and shoulders over the crowd, even though on a lower surface. The immense man bloated with fat as he was wrestling with Muscle Man. Though the superstrong man that has gone on park destroying rampages was barely able to move the huge blubber packed Rigby.

“What do you think guys? Should I finish this?” Rigby called out to the cheering crowd, a smile across his bloated face as the audience called for his finishing move. The massive raccoon barely paused before he seemed to suck in his stomach, the fat rolls pulling against Muscle Man, keeping him from moving before the squealing man was suddenly thrown off. Rigby bouncing Mitch off, practically digging the strong coworker into the dugout walls.

Leaving the groaning Muscle Man to be tended to by Hi-five ghost, Rigby worked to get out of the ring, the ground shaking under his heavy footsteps. The crowd cheered loudly as the move brave fans pressed against the sweating racoon.

“Yeah, little guys, who wants to get me some food and feed the winner?” Rigby called out, deep voice rumbling as a part of the crowd broke off to head to the concessions stand, though most were still worshipping the bloated Rigby.

“Benson, come on! Rigby’s ego is almost as fat as he is,” Mordecai said, cringing as he watched some guys press their face into Rigby’s swollen form. The blue jay still had nightmares when Rigby had rolled in his sleep on top of the now smaller coworker.

“I know, but unless you find out where Rigby got that bulking shake that caused this,” Benson pointed, watching as Rigby effortlessly lifted some of his ‘lucky’ fans who began to feed him, “Then there’s not much I can do,”

“Hey Benson, you gotta restock the snack shack. My fan club said you’re running out of the good stuff!” Rigby called out in between mouthfuls of food.

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Dilly Donka’s Whey Factory

It had been a shock when factory recluse Dilly Donka had held a sweepstake where five lucky winners could get to tour the infamous protein and health food factory, along with a free lifetime supply of products. After a chaotic month with products flying off the shelves, mass food waste, clear abuse of wealth, and sheer luck, five lucky winners had found the fabled prize rings that had been hidden within batches of whey powder.

At the start of the day, a crowd formed before the infamous factory to watch the five men be greeted by the titular factory owner, all being led inside before the towering church-like doors closed behind them. With that, the world was left to wonder what the lucky men were able to take in the secretive facility.

It would be almost five hours later before the doors reopened and the winners stepped out. Only the crowd gasped, cameras flashing as the people tried to understand what they were seeing. Many recognising the men, though only marginally as in the five hours, all contestants had significantly changed.

The first to leave the factory was Auggie Muck, a young up and coming powerlifter who had been riding on his family name and rumours of steroids. Instead of the fairly bulky college student that walked in, out came a lumber bloated behemoth. His heavy body and muscles bouncing with every step as Auggie’s swollen legs forced the man into a waddle. The form fitting tank top and shorts he came in with were replaced with a torn singlet, barely containing his mass as his rounded gut and swollen chest stretched the front. Grunting as the big powerlifter approached the gates, almost too wide for the opening meant for trucks, the huge man moaned when his engorged nipples brushed the bars, causing the reporters to see what looked like milk to spurt out of the blushing behemoth. The huge Auggie commented he fell in the milk tank before being ushered by his humiliated father into their car, even as the gigantic young bull clearly wouldn’t fit.

The next out was the older dietician Beau Periwinkle. Who in his late 60’s was claiming a good diet and rest helped keep him more fit than most men half his age. Rather than the lean man the public deemed as a Silver fox, an almost sumo like bear waddled through the open doors. His form fitted tracksuit stretched out over the wobbling fat rolls even as the crowd could make out the muscle buried in fat. The bearded gentleman refused to comment as he waddled past, his massive gut and wide hips helping to form a path. It would be learnt the health nut had tried an untested energy bar the factory was working on, promising practically endless energy. Of course, that meant if the man didn’t constantly burn off said energy, his body would naturally convert it into fat.

The public got a true demonstration of this when four days later he took a nap in his home, and woke up a few hours later when he outgrew the modest town house.

The crowd waited with bated breaths as the wobbling man jogged off, his tracksuit darkening with sweat. Turning their attention to the factory again, they were confused to see one of the garage doors opening up, only to gasp when they watched a storage trolley being rolled out holding a swollen muscle man on it.

The reporters identified the man as Vernon Callus, a young bodybuilder who won his ticket with the help of his sponsor/sugar daddy using his employees to search. The massive sweaty muscle blimp was in a seated position, head practically absorbed by his swollen neck, bloated traps and engorged chest. The man begging his daddy for more even as the older man he came in with waved the demands off in between calls to his lawyers and renovator., even as the reporters watched the near immobile man shift his arms as they passed the gates, seemingly effortlessly bending the metal with his touch.

With the bratty blimp seen off, the crowd almost didn’t notice the ground shaking. Well, shaking more than when Auggie and Beau had come through. Turning their attention away from the squabbling muscle blimp, they gasped as they saw what was hands down the biggest man they’ve seen crouch out from the garage door before standing up tall, rivalling the factory in height. The giant was bloated with mass and muscle, looking more like an offseason powerlifter than the milk bull that Auggie had become. The hairy giant’s body was kept moderately decent as he was wearing a jockstrap containing a bulge bigger than most family cars, and a tank top that barely covered the billboard pecs and left his rolling gut exposed to the world. Both articles of clothing had the factory logo on it as the materials were stretched almost to tearing. Trying to see up to the bearded giant’s face, made somewhat easier as the brute looked over his chest before trying to walk off, the crowd realised the man was fitness influencer Mickey Telly.

The shift seemed more exaggerated than the others as the 19 year old fitness man, often going on about clean diets and having a gymnast form this morning now looked more like a retired middle age powerlifter. Grunting as the giant walked over the gates surrounding the factory, giving the many reporters an undercarriage shot, the crowd made out the sound of the young man’s father shouting from atop the behemoth’s shoulder, trying to guide the giant even as Mickey’s deep booming voice asked when he can eat as a deep rumble echoed from the behemoth’s stomach.

With the four contestants gone, leaving some property damage as Mickey crushed a news van under his bare feet, the crowd wondered where that left the last of the contestants.

The remaining man, Charles Pail, had been an outlier of the winners. The middle aged man was a maths and science professor who found his prize after deciding to follow friend’s advice to get into fitness. With the knowledge that the others seemingly had gotten greedy and glory hogs, they expected to see the man step out, none changed from his experience.

The crowd turned their attention back to the factory door, the dented garage opening closed after the giant had left, seeing Charles walk out. As they expected, the rather pudgy man was untouched by what had affected his fellow companions. Though what did surprise the reporters was the huge man who followed Charles. The large man was clad in but leather straps that audibly creaked against his glistening, hairy body. His muscles swollen with mass as the huge man went along with Charles, thick forests of hair coating the hulk as the crowd couldn’t see who the mystery person was as they wore a pup hood, clearly struggling against the mini giant’s head.

“Uh Hey there,” Charles greeted, seeing the crowd before him. The blushing man somehow blushing more as the hulking man got closer, the prominent leather stretching cock pressing against the professor as the massive pup seemed to whine for attention. “Dill, sit.” Charlie ordered, the muscle giant not hesitating before sitting down, his exposed muscle ass landing down with a thud as the concrete cracked beneath him.

“I-Is that the factory owner?” A brave reporter asked, unable to believe that the huge horny hulk was the once sauve factory owner they saw just a few hours ago.

“Well… he used to be I guess,” Charles said, sighing as he rubbed the giant’s boulder sized shoulders, “I guess you could say he’s my… partner?”

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Venom PSA: You Wouldn’t Outgrow the Batmobile

“So, I see you didn’t get out of your battle with Bane unscathed…”

In the years of being Bruce’s ward/son/partner/etc, Dick Grayson had been used to seeing Bruce in various situations. Some high, many low, and a few awkward.

This was a new one though.

Taking in the immense truck sized Bruce eating a footlong sandwich like it was a snack as Alfred stood on a ladder and worked on taking measurements of the huge vigilante’s form. Dick had seen the amateur videos and even street cam footage of Batman outgrowing and crushing the batmobile, but to actually see the huge blob the usually fitness focused hero had become was still a shock.

“Yeah, Jason already… got a few… comments in,” Bruce said, grunting in between mouthfuls of food, grunting slightly as a deep belch rumbled out of him. The booming gas shaking the cave they were in,

“Master Bruce, could you please try to control yourself. It’s already quite a task to take your measurements without your gas making it harder,” Alfred said dryly, not even looking up as the butler worked to get the measuring tape around the dense bingo wing that was Bruce’s bicep. “Thankfully your cowl survived the growth spurt, though I assume that fat didn’t soften your brain too much sir,”

“Okay, so besides looking for a way to reverse all this, how are you gonna explain how Bruce Wayne more than tripled in size at the same time Batman had to be airlifted by Superman?” Dick asked, walking over to hold the ladder as Alfred made his way down. Glancing to see Bruce did have clothing on, though his low hanging belly and swollen hips stretched the briefs into more of a thong. The acrobat watching as the tectonic billionaire began to move, clearly showing that despite bloating with probably a literal tonne of fat, he had plenty of muscle.

“Well, though this isn’t ideal, we have a solution, you remember last week when a suspicious package was sent to Wayne Enterprise?” Bruce asked, groaning as he waddled, giving the smaller men a view of his massive back fat rolls and car crushing ass cheeks slapping against each other with every step he took. “It had been a batch of Venom Bane sent to try and cause terror and provide a test for the villain, it also happened to be a similar make up to the serum that caused… this,” Bruce explained, bringing one of his baseball mitt sized hands to slap his tire thick fat rolls, sweat flying off the jiggling giant’s fat.

“Lucius is already preparing a press release that Master Bruce had been exposed prior to security and Gotham Police securing the parcel. It can be claimed that whilst Batman’s exposure caused him to grow spontaneously, Master Bruce can claim to only partially exposed resulting in a delay and steady growth,” Alfred said, taking the folded ladder from Dick before starting to walk off, “Doctor Thompkins has graciously agreed to fill out medical forms to verify the growth and how Master Bruce had not been seen for the past week,”

“That… actually works…” Dick said. The acrobat knew that when Bruce wasn’t being an ass, he could plan out things to work out. Hell, even the wrecked batmobile being picked up by Jay and his gang helped out too, “But don’t you think it’d be a bit too convenient that Bruce Wayne grew to the same size as Batman?”

Bruce began to explain before stumbling,as the giant man sat down, clearly having tried to lower himself gently onto a stone table the hero used as a work space. Only his weight clearly too much as the stone crumbled beneath him before landing on the ground with a deep thud, making Dick worry if the cave will collapse entirely.

“Ugh crap. But yes, we thought of that. As my body is still processing this new venom strain, with fuel we can increase my size,” Bruce said, groaning as he worked to sit up, his rolling gut spilling past the giant bruce’s legs, still towering over Dick even seated on the ground.

“But how-”

“Bruce, I got those orders,” Dick was cut off, turning to the latest entrant. He saw the familiar Clark in his Superman uniform, a blast of wind from his speed as the kryptonian was carrying several fast food bags.

“Ah, well, wish you good luck Bruce. I’m gonna go make the villains fear or something,” Dick said, quickly leaving as he had caught the slight blushed look on the two older heroes' faces, not helped when he caught the slight bulge in Clark’s groin when the superpowered hero looked at the whale that was Bruce. Getting on his bike and speeding off, Dick mentally wondered what the tabloids will write about the mega size Bruce with his reporter boyfriend.