CRASH!

  SMASH!

  “Ack! Spectre! For the love of Toonius, please install a light or something–it’s darker than my outlines down here!” Scrumper whined, pressing a comically, large-sized head bump back into his cranium.

  “Patience, Scrumper–we’re almost there.” The large dogman replied, calmly strolling through the darkened storage closet.

  “Why do you even need me down here? You literally can teleport to the reel you need if you wanted to!”

  “I need someone to put the reel back once I enter it–besides, I enjoy making your life harder, Servant Boy.”

  Scrumper grumbled in annoyance at the stupid nickname as he continued following behind Spectre. “So, who’s the new guy joining our diner?”

  “A princess, actually.” Spectre replied. “I spoke with some of our customers the other day and all of them were quite vocal about wanting to be ‘railed’ by a fairytale princess.”

  “Well, I can’t wait to meet- Wait? Railed?”

  Spectre ignores the frog-like alien’s confusion as he opens a portal on the silver film reel. “Put this back on the shelf once I climb through.”

  Scrumper sighs, crossing his arms as he awaits for the dogman to pass through the portal. “Fiiiine…”

  Spectre slides his legs into the portal one at a time with ease–although he has to use his hands to prod and push the girth of his thighs and backside into the small, sparkly hole–but his large gut clumps against the rim of the galactic hoop.

  “Cur-sed gigantism…”

  “Need some help, Specs?”

  “It would be most preferred…”

  “So what do you say, Princess–-do we have a deal?” Spectre knelt down to the fair maiden’s level, hoping his permanently smiling dog-mask wouldn’t scare her off from his offer.

  Princess Electrique stroked a small teal bird on her finger, seeming to be deep in thought. “But if I go with you, there will be no one to keep Asha Village in check. For all I know, the peasants will take my absence as an opportunity for tax evasion.”

  “I promise you, Princess, I’ll make sure nothing happens to your village, your kingdom, your country, or your world if you come with me to my diner.”

  The princess stands up, looking out the window of her tower.

  “Why do you need me specifically anyway? If you desire, I can send the chef by the meadow to-”

  “Your voice is what I’m seeking.”

  

  Electrique froze up. “I’m sorry–my voice?” The princess turned towards the gigantic man in her bedroom and threateningly held out an ostentatious hair comb out to him. “Who told you of my curse? Answer now or I’ll have you executed-”

  Spectre held up a gloved hand to silence her. “Easy now, your Highness. I found out about this on my own terms–and I don’t plan on exploiting it. Your cursed melody will be perfect for my diner.”

  “I-I can’t believe this. How on Earth could someone desire an enchanted melody like mine?!”

  As the princess paced around her room in confusion, a spontaneous harp-like melody backed up by a grand piano filled the room as a spotlight shines upon Electrique. Spectre has seen this phenomenon thousands of times–this princess is about to start singing.

  “My cursed voice has been feared for a long time.

  Men forever ran whenever I announced a rhyme.

  Are you lying–could this be a trick?

  Or does my enchantment really excite your-”

  POP!

  Before the princess could even finish her tune, one of the buttons on Spectre’s white shirt flies off into the corner of the room. Just from her melody, the dogman’s belly ballooned in size. Spectre nonchalantly, shook his gut, trying to discern if there is a new layer of fat upon his stomach or simple bloat. Despite her dark colored skin, a noticeable red blush spreaded across Electrique’s face.

  “W-Well! Now you see why I don’t want to sing at your diner. I can’t control when my- Gah! Why are you opening your shirt?!”

  The dogman chuckled behind his sharp-toothed smile, finishing unfastening the last button of his shirt. His huge moobs jostled around, practically confirming he’s not just bloated. “Just making a little room for myself–I wasn’t exactly expecting a princess to fatten me up today.”

  “Cover yourself up, harlot! Have some modesty!” Electrique wailed, covering her eyes but occasionally peeking between her fingers.

  “Oh that’s humorous coming from you, Miss Erection.” Spectre jested, gesturing towards the tent forming beneath the princess’ yellow spring dress. Electrique was left speechless.

  “Princess, I’m certain you’ll enjoy yourself at my diner. You’ll be able to indulge in the cursed magic of your voice all you want–maybe even something a bit ‘thicker’ than your voice” Spectre explained, cupping his tits in his hands–pretty much blatantly trying to seduce the fair maiden into joining him at this point.

  “Pardon me.” The princess excused herself and left the room for a moment. A brief splashing sound is heard before the princess enters back into the room shivering and sopping wet–her boner now subdued.

  “Alright then, Spectre. I’ll join you.” The princess calmly says before lifting the teal bird back upon her finger. “Pocah, please alert my father and my 13 sisters of our departure–and tell my father to raise the taxes by 100% while I’m gone.” The bird gives the princess a quick nod before fluttering out of one of the tower windows.

  Electrique then looks over at the raccoon quietly perched on a bookshelf—it was obediently waiting for the princess to finish conversing with the strange dog giant. “Hauntah, please fetch my suitcases and pack all of the essentials.”

  The raccoon gives the princess a salute before grabbing all of the gaudy, expensive knick-knacks from off the shelf and carrying them off to stuff in the two suitcases in the corner of the bedroom.

  Electrique looks back over at Spectre. “We’ll meet you at the bottom of the tower in a few minutes. It shouldn’t take us too long to prepare.”

  “No need to rush, Princess. We have all the time in the world.”

  “My…this place could sure use a little cleaning up.” Electrique commented, carrying the silk of her spring dress in her two hands whilst Pocah and Hauntah struggled to carry her two heavy suitcases through the tables of the diner.

  “Believe it or not, now's the time.” Spectre replied, briefly checking the time on the watch of his collar. “The boys should be cleaning up the bedroom right now.”

  Pocah and Hauntah let out a few chirps at the mention of the room in question and immediately nuzzled up against Spectre’s large calf muscles.

  “The bedroom is over there.” Spectre pointed. “You can place those suitcases on the bed.”

  The two woodland creatures immediately rushed towards the bedroom, eager to lighten the load of the heavy suitcases. All seemed calm before the panicked squealing of Pocah and Hauntah resounded from the bedroom.

  “Oh my! Pocah? Hauntah?” Electrique panicked before quickly rushing towards the sounds of her woodland friends. Spectre stood in mild confusion before a sudden thought came to him.

  “I probably should have told those two to wait until I introduce them to the others…”

  “Ergh! Hold still, dammit!” Zong growled, attempting to pierce the scrambling raccoon with his golden spear. “You broke into our diner–you pay the consequences, rodent!”

  The raccoon attempts to run towards the window before a massive golden bear catches it in a bunny-shaped jar of honey. “Gotcha, Stripey! Nice work, Bunny Bee!” Chumby Bear grinned at the jar of honey. It gives him a joyful wink back, proud of its furry catch.

  “Oh, Zong–when will you learn? You can’t expect the prey folk to obey you with that attitude.” Musumbi lazily rested on the wide bed, clutching the struggling teal bird close to his large, plump chest. “You have to be delicate and peacefully show them who's boss.”

  The brown lion cleared his throat before calmly speaking to the avian. “LISTEN HERE, YOU WINGED PIECE OF SHIT, YOU ARE GOING TO BE A GOOD LITTLE SNACK AND CLIMB IN MY MOU-!”

  “Unhand those two at once!”

  The three carnivorous men pause in their business and turn to the door, seeing an enraged human woman in a yellow and blue dress. They each cock their head at her in confusion.

  “Sorry, customer, but this area is for staff members only.” Chumby Bear explains, approaching the human calmly. He was about to guide her to the front door but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when she snatched the bunny-shaped jar away from him. “Hey! Paws off Bunny Bee!”

  The bunny jar lets out a pained screech as the woman yanks off its lid and pulls the raccoon out from its honey innards.

  “Oh, my dearest! Are you alright? Where’s Pocah?” She asks the honey covered raccoon, carelessly tossing the bunny jar off into one of the corners of the room. The raccoon points a paw towards Musumbi–still holding the teal bird in his claws.

  Musmbi’s eyes widened slightly in realization before hastily becoming apologetic. “Oh! Oh! My apologies, customer! We didn’t know these pets were yours.” The lion prince hands the avian to the strange woman, hoping this would fix the issue.

  The teal avian quickly flutters onto the flower crown of the stranger, hiding itself in her dark locks. She pets it in a motherly sort of comfort before looking at Musumbi. “If you introduced yourself to my friends, you would know they are not pets at all.” She lightly upbraided as the lights in the room dimmed, an inexplicable spotlight shines upon her, and a harp begins playing a dainty and cheerful tune.

  “We’re off on the wrong step already,

  A perfect introduction has already been blown.

  But never fear–we can fix this,

  If we just say ‘hello’!”

  The little tune quiets down slightly, as if to allow the stranger to introduce herself. “Hello—I am Princess Electrique and these are my friends:Pocah and Hauntah.”

  “Oh! A happy greeting song!” Chumby Bear cheered, clapping his hands in excitement as Bunny Bee hops to his side. “Me next! Me ne-Uuuurrrppp! Oof! ‘Cuse me!” As the giant golden bear cheered, the spotlight shifted onto him and the harp’s tune changed to one of a banjo–it’s even backed up by the sound of a train-like whistle.

  “It’s bear-y nice to meet you! I’m Chumby Bear!

  I own a honey train filled with happiness and flair.

  The cute little jar right there is Bunny Bee.

  I love him and he loves me!”

  The princess claps along to the bear’s merry tune and adds in a few verses of her own.

  “I can tell that you and I will have a friendship that will glow!

  All because the two of us sang a little hello!”

  “You got pipes, pal! Maybe you're not a customer aftera-Bbbuuuooorrrrppp! Yikes! Bleh! Something has my tummy in a twist.” Chumby Bear winced, rubbing his now bloated stomach. His already large gut has swelled down to the floor–ironically, his inhuman nature makes his current bizarre proportions look fairly normal regardless.

  “Please forgive me. I forgot to tell you all that I-” Before Electrique can alert her new friends of her condition, the spotlight shifts over onto the princely lion–the banjo’s and whistles’ musical tune has now been swapped for a kora and steel drums. With his rhythmic dancing to the beat of the melody, one could tell he definitely enjoys the spontaneous musical numbers of the diner–though, judging by him massaging his bloated belly, he probably would much prefer to sit on the toilet rather than perform right now.

  “Tis I, Musumbi, the handsome Prince of Tarzania!

  I swear I'm a gentle soul–no need for paranoia!

  I feast on lesser animals, for I am a beautiful carnivore,

  But thanks to you, Princess, I now see they are far much more–though still not as pretty as me!”

  

  Musumbi then points to Zong, who is jiggling his newly distended gut in confusion and slight anger. “Your turn, Zong.”

  “Piss off. I don’t sing.”

  “Yes you do! Give our new friend your charming baritone!” Musumbi grins, pushing the hyena in front of the princess.

  Zong rolls his growls in annoyance before shaking his gut. “Fine. The princess wants baritone, I’ll give her baritone.”

  Without much warning, Zong grabs Electrique’s shoulders and unleashes a loud acidic belch directly into her face. It was like a green geyser formed from the remains of animal fossils was assaulting her face like a steel train. Despite the rude gesture and atrocious odor, the princess can’t help but blush from the experience. Zong's angry expression changes to one of bafflement and amusion. “You're kidding–you, of all people, liked that?!”

  Electrique pushes herself away from the hyena, ignoring his response to finish out the musical number. She briefly recollects herself before carrying out a final soprano.

  “I can tell our friendship will only grow!

  Because we all said ‘hello’!”

  The musical tune finally fades away as the lights in the room fades back to normal. The bedroom has a brief moment of silence before the sounds of sloshing and gurgling from the three stomachs of the animal-men breaks it. Musumbi squishes his belly a few times. “Awww…I have to workout to get my abs back tonight…”

  “My apologies, friends.” Electrique said, picking up Hauntah to stroke their fur. “I should have warned you before that I’m cursed to make men grow whenever I sing.”

  “And that curse will be entertaining for the customers tomorrow.”

  The group turns around and spots Spectre casually standing on the ceiling of the bedroom–rather disturbingly, his dog-like face has been opened wide to expose a shadowy human face. In spite of its terrorous appearance, Electrique could tell it was benevolent. “Have you been standing up there the entire time?” She asks.

  “Correct. I shan’t waste an opportunity to record any musical numbers in my diner–shame Scrumper didn’t get to join this one.” Spectre says, clicking off a tape recorder. A sudden thought pops into his mind and he points towards Electrique. “Go out into the forest near the diner. You’ll find Scrumper there.”

  “Oh, do you need me to help him with something?”

  “No. I just think something interesting is going to happen.”

  

  “Hmm… I thought I’d find him easily but I guess he’s not here.” Electrique tells Pocah and Hauntah, both of whom are scouting out the wilderness for the eighth member of the diner underneath the moonlight. The raccoon lets out a little chirp to the princess. ”Maybe you’re right, Hauntah–Scrumper could be one of the woodland creatures!”

  Electrique sits herself down in a clearing in the forest and begins singing a reprise of the greeting tune from earlier, causing a bunch of small animals from the depths of the forest to approach the princess in curiosity.

  “Humble little critters–high and low,

  There’s one little thing I’d like to know.

  Is Scrumper the name by that one of you goes?

  You can give me a ‘yes’ or simple ‘hello’!”

  Suddenly, Electrique feels Hauntah pull at her skirt. “Oh! Do you see him-” Her eyes grow wide when she sees a greenish-blue frogman–a morbidly obese greenish-blue frogman who is…ejaculating. She immediately rushes towards him, casually losing one of her yellowish slippers. “Please forgive me! You must be Scrumper!”

  The frogman wheezes with a blush of his face, feeling up his massive pair of pecs. “W-What in the.. I don’t even… NNNNRRRGH!” With a lewd groan, Scrumper unleashes another gush of cum onto the forest floor, seeming to deflate slightly as the cum gushes free from his gigantic penis that peeks out from his huge belly.

  Electrique presses a gloved hand to the side of his belly, feeling a liquid sloshing and shifting around inside. The minute the princess realizes what the frogman is filled with, her cock tents her dress. Deciding to correct her mistake, Electrique kneels down and wraps her hand around the knob of his penis. “ Allow me to apologize.”

  With a series of rhythmic tugging and massaging, the princess causes the frogman to gush even more of the seed across the forest floor, frightening the various woodland creatures away from the arousing sight. Every quick gush and squirt deflates Scrumper’s body more and more. He sighs in relief when Electrique masturbates him down to a mildly chubby size, even causing his massive schlong to return back to a much smaller and reasonable size. “Whooo! You know how to work your hands pal! Are you the princess Spectre was talking about?” Electrique gives him a short nod, much too focused on pleasing his still gushing erection. She touches her own erection a few times, causing her cock to leak precum onto her expensive spring dress. Scrumper snickers at the princess’ intense arousal before spontaneously growing two new gloved hands from out his sides. He picks up the maiden and slams her down on the forest floor.

  “W-What are you doing?” She asks with a nervous chuckle as Scrumper lifts up her dress and slides down her stained underwear.

  “Just going to return the favor, pal.” He smiles before kneeling down to her hairless cock. He cups one pair of his hands underneath his bust and the next on the sides his hairy pecs, creating the illusion of his meaty pecs being much larger than they actually are currently. With a bit of work, he wraps his fluffy pecs around her cock and begins giving the maiden a pecjob–his fur deeply massaging the skin of her penis as if it were a well-made handkerchief.

  “Oh my! I never learned about this technique in my textbooks!” Electrique exclaimed, thrusting her hips into Scrumper’s cleavage. “You’re so fluffy–far more than Hauntah and Pocah!” Her woodland friends in question scoff in offense from inside the log they’re currently hiding in.

  “Princess, I’m gonna show you a whole new ride to enjoy!” He grins before increasing the speed of his pecjob rapidly, catching Electrique off guard. That handkerchief feeling instantly begins like a deep scrub with a sponge, now digging into the pores of her cock.

  “Whoah! S-slow down! You’re gonna…I’m gonna…” The princess can barely contain herself as she unleashes white splash off semen upon the frogman’s hairy chest. Even despite the amount of being very small, a great rush of relief and euphoria overtakes the princess. She breathes heavily, readjusting her slightly disheveled hair “Wow….That was magical…”

  Scrumper inexplicably pulls out a cigarette from behind his back, despite being completely naked right now. “Y’know, I was a little bit hesitant when Spectre told me a princess was joining us, but you got a lot of spunk, blueblood!”

  Electrique gives him an exhausted smile as Pocah and Hauntah rush to her side to inspect her health. The moment is short lived as a rustle sound comes from one of the bushes. Spectre appears out of it–holding a camera and a tape recorder.

  “Splendid show. This will make us some extra cash tomorrow.” He casually says, using his magic to transform the two objects into a stack of DVDs and CDs before making them disappear into his sleeve. “Both of you get some rest, we're going to have a huge crowd tomorrow–oh, and Electrique?”

  “Yes, Spectre?”

  “Make sure you get your gown on tomorrow.”

  “Pocah, please take this plate to table 5–Hauntah, take this plate to table 3.” Electrique commands, grabbing several heavy plates from the counter and handing two of them to her animal friends. Since it’s Chumby Bear’s turn to be in the kitchen, all of the dishes the customers have been ordering have been lathered in honey–yes, it’s as disgusting as it sounds. Pocah and Hauntah let out a series of chirps in protest, failing to see why Electrique is still insistent on working at this diner–one where there are so many peasants, no royal pamperings,and no executions–the blueblood is completely out of her element here! “Come on, guys. I know this place is much different than home, but I’m sure we’ll come around to it.”

  The raccoon and the teal bird give the princess a glare. She smiles at the two of them as she passes one of the plates she’s carrying to a nearby table, giving the male customer sitting at it a complimentary kiss on the forehead–a gesture that is common from cast members within the diner(among other “things”). “You two just need a happy little tune to hum!” she says before pirouette in her purple and teal ball gown to sing–a musical melody backed up by trumpets and guitars begins playing throughout the entire diner.

  “Even if your spirits may seem low,

  Your sorrows will disappear if you just say ‘hello’!”

  The male customer sitting at the table balloons slightly in size from the princess’ short melody but mostly doesn’t pay any mind to it. “That is officially the stupidest shit you’ve ever said in your entire life.” Pocah said, breaking the laws of physics to shut down Electrique’s musical number–it’s futile of course.

  “Chumby Bear! Join me in song!” Electrique exclaims, rushing to the golden bear behind the kitchen counter who’s busy lathering honey on an anchovy and sausage pizza.

  “Of course! Of course!” Chumby Bear replied before clearing his throat, drumming a beat on the counter with a honey-covered spoon and Bunny Bee’s body.

  “Honey is a delicious treat–it makes my sadness go.

  Oh so sugary and sweet–it’s like saying hello!”

  Scrumper spontaneously hops onto the counter, surprising the cooking bear and princess.

  “I finally get to fucking sing! Here’s my chance to go!

  …

  I don’t exactly know what else to say–so I’ll just say ‘hello’!”

  “Great job, Scrumper!” Electrique cheered. “You have a lovely croak!”

  “Thank you! Thank you!” The frog-like alien replied, bowing dramatically.

  Electrique vocalizes and pirouettes across the diner tables to the beat of the melodious tune, somehow managing to avoid stepping on the meals of the customers. As she dances, she causes the male clients of the restaurant(which significantly outnumber the amount of female clients) to grow in size–her vocalization causing the men to randomly gain a variety of amounts of fat and/or muscle. She lands on a long table that happens to have Zong and Musumbi laying upon it. For their performance to the customers, Zong sadistically is forcing as many honey covered baguettes up Musumbi’s asshole as he possibly can until it rips–yes, it is as ridiculous as it sounds. “Musumbi, Zong–please join us in song!” Electrique cheered, casually yanking out all of the baguettes from the lion prince’s rear end–a loud, roar-ish moan eliciting from him. Despite the removal of baguettes, the lion’s rectum remains wide and open–a nearby customer sneaks the opportunity to use their fingers to massage and stretch the soft, slimy skin inside of it.

  “For the last damn time, I don’t sing–and don’t interrupt my- I mean- Musumbi and I’s show.” Zong berates, threateningly pointing his golden spear at the princess’ throat. Musumbi stands up and yanks Zong’s spear away from him. “Hey! What are you-?!”

  Musumbi plants the sharp spear into the table and begins pole dancing to the beat of the music, much to the enjoyment of the customers at the table.

  “It’s a joy to have eyes on me–high and low,

  I truly am a prince of the jungle, so I must say ‘hello’!”

  Electrique gives a cheerful squeal before grabbing Musumbi’s paw and guiding him to the stage. Chumby Bear, Scrumper, Bunny Bee, Pocah, and Hauntah quickly follow behind the two of them to dance and twirl around with them on stage. Zong rolls his eyes, and walks over to the kitchen to manage the food–or just stuff his face in annoyance–one of the two. “Time for the grand finale, everyone! All together!” The princess commands as her cast members harmonize with her whilst their three critter friends cheer them on.

  “It’s time for a dazzling reprise–one you’ll never forget!”

  As the group sings and dances together, Electrique’s enchantment springs back to life. It’s subtle at first–just a bit of padding upon Chumby’s derriere, maybe Scrumper grew a few inches, and perhaps Musumbi’s pecs got a little bigger–but those are just minor things…right?

  “A grand, bright performance–one that is the very best!”

  Now Chumby Bear is definitely more of Chubby Bear now–his buttcheeks rival the size of overripe melons during the summer and his sloshy belly is almost touching the floor again. Scrumper is now the same height of Musumbi and even developed some muscle mass–but it is rather strange his hairy abs seem less prominent than usual. Musumbi’s pecs now are big enough to function as bongo drums–even his ass also gained some girth. He joyously slaps his chest and rear to the beat of the music as he dances.

  “Just open your eyes and then you’ll truly know,”

  Chumby Bear has to hoist his gut around to continue dancing, but it’s somewhat hard to do that when your bulbous asscheeks have now grown to the size of overstuffed bean bag chairs. Scrumper is now taller than Chumby Bear and practically is the most muscular man on stage at the moment–he might not be winning the “Mr. Universe” contest with a musclegut but he certainly is a sight to behold at the diner. Musumbi’s proportions evened out now, his limbs and his waist thickening up with muscle and fat–his chest and his rear remain the largest part of his body, giving him a dramatic hourglass shape.

  Princess Electrique leaps to the center of the stage, preparing to have the last line of the song.

  “How to say-”

  Suddenly, a blue puff of smoke appears and clouds her vision. When it vanishes, it reveals Spectre carrying her upon his shoulders. Through his smiling dog mask, his demonic voice belts out the last word.

  “Hellooooooo!”

  The customers of the diner go into joyous cheer at the performance, some even showering the cast members in dollar bills. The group quickly bows, grabs as much money as they can, and runs backstage.

  “Excellent work, Princess.” Spectre praises, counting the stack of money in his hand. “You have exceeded my expectations.”

  “Yeah! You really killed it out there!” Scrumper agrees, examining and flexing his new larger figure in a nearby mirror.

  “Thank you–thank you, all!” Electrique replied, picking up Pocah and Hauntah in her arms.

  Chumby Bear suddenly develops a panicked expression upon his face. “Oh no! I forgot!” He wailed. “I left the roasted honey zucchinis in the oven!”

  “Hey,hey–relax, Chumby!” Musumbi smiles, playfully pinching Chumby Bear’s double chin. “Zong’s in the kitchen. I’m sure they are completely fine-”

  CREEEEEAAAKKKK!

  One of the doors in the backstage area pushes open, revealing Zong exiting out of the kitchen with an overstuffed belly–his usual pudge has ballooned to the size of a partially deflated yoga ball.

  “Zong! Did you take my zucchinis out of the oven?!”

  “BUUUURROUUP! Yes–and they were delicious.”