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An adventure within an adventure, Pomni thought… what a dizzying turn to this already hectic day. The anxious jester, still reeling from her new life in the digital world, never expected to meet an NPC up-close and personal, let alone befriend him slowly yet surely. But her and Gummigoo’s fall into the abyssal realm beneath the Candy Canyon Kingdom stirred an unexpected heart-to-heart between the two. Pomni felt bad for the gummy-based gator, his sudden and troubling shattering of his virtual reality having occurred only moments earlier. She could sympathize with him regardless of their respective origins. Once the pair found common and stable ground in dealing with these existential feelings together, they tried to find their way out from this out-of-bounds realm. Pomni’s first instinct was to use the replica rig that Gummigoo and his gang drove above on the surface. But without any collision objects in the area they landed in, nothing could be used to launch them and the truck back topside. Thus, the jester and outlaw resorted to exploring more of the space beneath the map, hoping to find collision objects or another means of escape.
Compared to the kingdom above, this place felt cold and hollow, made up of imposing walls and wide corridors textured in black and blue grids. It made them feels like microscopic rats in a maze. Nevertheless, Pomni and Gummigoo traversed their surroundings, quickly discovering that it ventured much farther than either of them first believed. The corridors gave way to open rooms full of lifeless, unnerving models trapped in default poses, ranging from the kingdom’s inhabitants to props made of candy and baked goods, even buildings from the kingdom and beyond. As frightful as these sights were to Gummigoo, Pomni ensured him that they would find a way out. Yet as time passed and they kept on moving, it became increasingly apparent just how endless this place stretched on - going from corridor to dev room and back again.
“I can’t make sense of this place.” Pomni scratched her head, her and the outlaw walking through a vast room full of stables and saloons, buildings ripped from a western town in the middle of nowhere. “Just how far does it go on for? It almost feels infinite.”
“You might be onto something.” Gummigoo spoke with shuddering breath. “The canyon’s a big place, but it ain’t nothing like this.”
“N- not to worry.” Pomni spoke with fair confidence. “We’ll still be able to find a way out of here. And while we’re at it, maybe we can see if there’s an exit from this game- er, world. Something that might come in handy for my friends and I.”
“Fair enough, miss.” The alligator acknowledged. “I trust you know what you’re doing. If we’re to be heading over to that circus of yours, maybe I can show you where I’m… from…”
Gummigoo stopped, trembling where he stood. In realizing what he was saying, a dull look filled his eyes, spacing out of his alien surroundings. It took Pomni a few seconds to realize he froze, and not due to a bug in the game.
“Gummigoo?” She turned around and called out, walking over to him. “Are you feeling okay?”
The outlaw’s eyes reverted back to normal, save for a hint of fear that took form in them. “To tell you the truth, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Seeing those… those things that look like me, my friends, even my hometown here… it scares me. I don’t even know if this feeling really comes from me. It probably ain’t real either, like my memories…”
The jester briefly questioned the legitimacy of her own emotions as she deeply worried for Gummigoo.
“Oh, Gummigoo…” She comforted him. “Everything’s going to be okay. Just hold on a little longer. I promise you’ll be safe.”
Pomni looked around, hoping there was something to keep the gator’s mind from wandering and spiralling further. Amid their environment spread across the grid floor, she spotted a peculiar building in the near distance. While the other structures were made of tanned coloured cookies and candies resembling wooden boards, this one was by-far the largest, easily as big as a town hall it too appeared as. But the scent that struck the jester’s senses proved intensely sweet, scrumptious, even mouth-watering. It looked to be built from giant wafers that comprised its walls and roof - light yellow, pink, and orange all over. No wonder it caught her eyes with haste.
“Hey! Over there!” She pointed ahead, determining what the building had to have been. “It looks like there’s a bakery up ahead.”
“Really?” The outlaw asked, curiosity tuning out his fear. “Well, I’ll be… I haven’t seen one of these in forever!”
“You know,” Pomni realized while rubbing her stomach, “all this walking’s worked up quite an appetite. Care to head inside with me for a bite?”
“Why, that’d be lovely, miss.” Gummigoo smiled with a nod. “Nothing like a treat to ease your troubles.”
They soon reached the widescale bakery, noting the sign hanging above its large opening for a door: The image of a beignet that had been carved into it, made from the same wafers as the building. If there was a breeze blowing under the map, it would have no doubt made the sign swing as it faced sideways. Pomni and Gummigoo entered, only managing a few steps inward before coming to a complete stop, taking in the wondrous sight in front of and around them. Unlike the lifelessness of the grid outside, the bakery interior exuded warmth with its strung lights glowing like lemon custard. The entire place looked akin to a vault specializing in baked goods, as mountains upon mountains of them covered every surface, table, and store display, even the checkout counter and the sizeable kitchen behind it. An immense sweetness hit the noses of both jester and gator, for every pastry contained the basis of a fruit or candy. Apple strudels, blueberry cobblers, muffins baked with candy corn, cookies with caramels both inside and out, donuts stuffed with fudgy filling, and much, much more. All steamed lightly as though they were recently arranged. Yet despite the abundance of fresh goods, not a single digital soul lurked inside the bakery; what would have been an ominous tinge being completely overridden in favour of the treats that greeted them instead.
“I can’t believe it!” Pomni shouted, hastily walking around and eyeing all the desserts towering over her. Gummigoo watched the jester roam with awe in her eyes, licking her lips with rising frequency. “Everything here looks so yummy. It’s like it was put here just for us! And-… oh, yeah… none of this is real. I can’t even taste things the way I used to.”
This sudden realization made her freeze on the spot, her fleeting joy dashed by her still new existence. Gummigoo frowned. He felt bad that she struggled with her own recognition of things not being real around her. Hoping to help lift her spirits like she did for him, he began to explore the bakery around his companion, eyes floating from one treat to the next.
“Aha!” He exclaimed a moment later, finding what looked to be the perfect pastry.
Sitting atop the checkout counter - a decorative mirror hanging on the sidewall nearby - was a silver platter containing dozens of warm, deep-fried, and powdered sugar-topped beignets stacked atop one another. In front of the platter, the candy gator picked up a slip of paper with cursive writing reading “Bunny Beignets”, complete with a vague outline of a bunny sketched between and above the two words - those lines resembling a head, long droopy ears, and whiskers. Gummigoo smiled at the beignets as he put the paper down, grabbing one as big as his hand and carefully holding it. He carried it over to Pomni, who had not moved an inch as she drowned in thought. It was only when the outlaw got down on one knee right before her and presented the treat that she snapped out of it.
“Hey, lass. Why don’t you go ahead and give this a taste, yeah? Maybe it’ll be different this time.”
The jester looked at the beignet, followed by the alligator, a smile fading back on her face as warm as the baked goods around her.
“Ah, well. It can’t hurt, can it?” She wearily remarked with her returning mood, grabbing it from the gator’s hand. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” Gummigoo tilted his cowboy hat as he stood back up.
Pomni proceeded to take a small bite out of the beignet, its warmth radiating in her gloved hand. The instant its fried and flaky base pressed between her teeth and the powdered sugar slathered atop her tastebuds, her eyes shot wide in sheer amazement, twinkling like stars. Boy, did this sure pack a punch when it came to how sugary it was! Fireworks might as well have went off in her head. While still chewing, Pomni looked down at the beignet, a profuse disbelief forming around her starstruck eyes. It took her several seconds to formulate the words to describe it, simple as they were.
“This… this is the best dessert I’ve ever tasted!!” She joyfully declared, surprising Gummigoo who certainly did not expect a reaction this extreme.
The outlaw was about to respond to such praise when the jester abruptly made quick work of the beignet. In mere seconds, she ravaged every last crumb of this amazing dessert, greedily cramming the rest of it between her cheeks. Quick they were to bulge from these contents, her jaw rampantly moving up and down to render it unabashedly eaten. Gummigoo observed her messy snacking: A series of ecstatic moans loudly muttered between chews. It was a display he thought he would only ever see at those eating contests he once watched in his hometown. Once Pomni gobbled up the beignet - finishing it with a great, big swallow and blissful sigh - she licked the powdered sugar clean off her digits, not wanting even a single flake to go unwasted. From there, her manic behaviour stalled out, a sense of rationality returning with the treat’s consumption, though not without that praise she had first given the outlaw.
“Thank you- thank you- thank you so much, Gummigoo! You found the perfect snack for me! It was just what I needed.”
Hearing that, the candy gator blushed brightly, rubbing the back of his head. “Aw, shucks. I wasn’t thinking it’d blow you away that much.”
Right then, the aftermath of Pomni’s messy eating erupted out of her.
“BWUUUUURP!!”
This loud belch rumbled through the bakery, a subversion of manners that would make anyone else ashamed of themselves. But for the jester and gator, looking at each other silent yet surprised, all they could do was find the hilarity in such spontaneity. Both burst into great laughter, letting themselves go for a moment. Pomni nearly fell back and rolled on the ground, Gummigoo almost crouching with his hands on his knees. Facing down towards the jester, he wiped the tears that clouded his eyes.
“Gotta admit,” he spoke between laughter, “I’ve only been with you for less than a day, been through an existential crisis, but you, lass, are the most inspiring… little…”
PWOK!
Pomni’s laughter-turned-giggles fell to deafening silence when she noticed Gummigoo’s face. In his pause, it visibly morphed from bewilderment to that of horror, his pupils shrinking as they gazed at her face, trying to make sense of what he saw.
“Wh- what’s wrong?” The jester asked, met with no response as though he froze again. But that could not be it… his eyes were still moving, almost shaking as his breath hastened.
Pomni, trying to make sense of the gator’s reaction, suddenly felt something itch upon her face, going to scratch it only to then stop. She gasped, startled. A pair of protrusions suddenly pushed up from the top of her head, by no means painful though certainly discomforting. They scrunched and bulged from under her red and blue striped hat - a subtle, uncontrollable shaking from her making the bells at their ends jingle as though heralding a new arrival. That became abundantly true as another protrusion twitched and pulsed at the center of her face - the same spot where a nose would have been. Before the jester could feel any one of these bumps, the trio of protrusions bloomed. Atop her head sprouted a pair of large, long rabbit ears, making holes in her hat as they drooped a tad. From her face grew the pink, petite, and triangular nose of a rabbit that would have been wholly adorable if not for the frightening circumstances surrounding its appearance. Pomni was brushed with brief disorientation, her hearing now coming through her new ears as though some adaptive programming rewired her senses on the fly. Panicked, she dashed past Gummigoo, snapping him out of his daze as he turned to see her bolting towards the mirror. He rushed after her, only to pause halfway there when her screams filled the bakery, followed by her nearly dry heaving. What were these doing on her body?! She had already endured plenty having to get used to her new form the other day. For it to again transform so soon… she felt lightheaded at the thought of it. Pomni turned around in a dizzied motion, facing the outlaw as fright gripped her tight.
“Gummigoo? What’s happened to me?!” She cried out, reaching up and nervously feeling her new ears. They were soft… and fluffy… but that did nothing to soothe her whatsoever.
“I ain’t got the slightest clue!” The gator yelled back, equally distraught.
Pomni felt a panic attack draw near, her chest thumping harder and louder until it suddenly went away. In its place, a noisy and troubling grumble emanated from her stomach, forcing her to bend over and clutch it firmly.
GWUUUUURRRGLLLLLE!!
“Ouuuuugh… I’m not feeling so good all of a sudden.” She sickly moaned, facing the ground as her vision briefly blurred. In the deepest pit of her stomach, a raw, intensive, and insatiable hunger flared like a pit of fire. “I’m starving…”
In this position, Gummigoo witnessed another protrusion writhe and push from underneath the jester’s clothes, this time between her lower back and backside.
POOMF!
SCHRIIIIIP!!
A round, cotton bunny-tail tore through her costume, startling the outlaw.
“Jumping jellybeans!” He leapt back, seeing the tail wag with subsequent life.
Yet the bunny-jester seemed not to notice it, nor focus much more on her new facial formations, sounding lost in an inconceivable trance.
“Hungry… hungry… soooooooo hungry…” She spoke in an almost monotone voice, an even more frightening sight for her companion to take in.
The hunger inside Pomni welled to no end, chomping at her senses as it ached to be sustained. It infiltrated her mind, overrode her thoughts, and when that was all she could concentrate on, she sharply stood back up as though being controlled like a puppet on strings. As Gummigoo prepared to call out to her, the bunny-jester veered back to life, running over to the checkout counter towards the rest of those beignets. Despite her diminutive stature, she jumped repeatedly until being able to barely reach the platter, yanking it down and catching it along with every beignet that fell too. The accompanying note, however, flew towards Gummigoo, landing by his feet as he glanced down at it. Looking back at the transformed Pomni, he was quick to put two and two together.
“Oh, no…”
With no regards for manners, the bunny-jester swiped and shoved each pastry into her mouth in quick succession, loudly chewing them into mashed bits and swallowing when her cheeks bulged full. She basked in their fluffy, flaky, and scrumptious taste like with that first beignet. Overjoyed was she to taste it again and so many at that! Between each mouthful, she licked her digits clean of powdered sugar, going back to staining them again. By the time Gummigoo processed his realization and went to approach her, Pomni dropped the platter to the floor, creating a loud clang after clearing it of beignets.
“Hungry, hungry, HUNGRY!!” She muttered then shouted, her face and body growing manic in seconds.
“Miss… you gotta snap out of it.” Gummigoo nearly reached her, only to be tripped by the bunny pushing him aside like a football quarterback.
The outlaw lost his footing and tumbled, landing on the floor. He looked back to see Pomni launch into a fully-fledged rampage throughout the bakery, clambering up furniture and snatching pastries like a gremlin. Even as she began to conquer the rest of the building’s sweets, the bunny’s outfit already showed signs of duress. All those beignets she helped herself to were quick to do a number on her figure: A round, plump belly growing from her front while a supple girth travelled down her to her rump and thighs. The resulting weight caused her costume to strain in these areas, continuing onto her chest that started growing plump. A stunned Gummigoo watched the manic jester scarf down all she could shove in her mouth. To her surprise, every pastry tasted as scrumptious as those beignets. She tore warm, buttery pies from their tins and held each like a burger, devouring one in seconds before moving on to the next. She swiped plates of caramel cookies and tossed them down her maw in quick succession, lapping up the gooey filling inside that held more than met the eye. She squeezed the cherry filling out of crème puffs straight in her mouth like frosting bags in each of her hands, chomping down on those fluffy outsides once they were drained. And she just kept on eating…
“How do I stop her? How can I stop her?” Gummigoo quietly asked himself while shuffling back against one of the displays, wracking his brain to get Pomni back to normal, knowing that she would surely tackle him again. “She’s gone loony, this one. At this rate, she’ll eat herself out of house and home.”
As he continued thinking over means to stop this rapidly growing ordeal, his eyes froze upon the bunny-jester, noting the generous additions to her figure. No, they did not deceive him. He could visibly see Pomni swelling up with adipose from her feasting endeavours, running back and forth across the bakery while ignoring the outlaw who stayed put and kept his sight on her and her jiggling heft. Her belly already protruded considerably: A curved, meaty paunch whose flabby definition was highlighted thanks to her costume scrunching outward. Chunky breasts ballooned above it, imbuing her with a clear femininity not as noticeable in her default form, joined by widening thighs that no longer rendered them nor her legs as meagre sticks. Pomni’s backside surged into a pair of ample cheeks that would provide comfy padding no matter where she sat, swaying with eccentric fervour whenever she found herself struggling to reach for her next snack - tail wagging - made more difficult by her arms accumulating with fat. By and by, Pomni had grown into a chunky lady who looked like she had been fed too kindly by whichever king or queen she entertained. Yet as Gummigoo watched, he noted far stranger afflictions to his companion.
“What in the world…?” He uttered near-breathlessly, feeling like he actively shrank.
But this was merely a ruse to the stunned alligator. While steadily ballooning in all directions, the bunny grew taller at a steady rate, corresponding like her weight with all the baked goods she ate. It allowed her lardy figure to droop and spread like a heavying dress, still constrained by her tightening costume putting pressure on the physics engine. Pomni, her senses further lost in a giant chocolate cake, failed to recognize what was becoming of her, nor that she actively outsized every one of her circus members. The chubby features of her body rose like baking dough, graduating into more of a properly fattened form - a frequent muncher of pastries who would no doubt be a regular at this bakery. To the outlaw’s surprise, this did little to slow her down; Pomni remained as steadfast in traversing end to end of the building. Now with her impressive stature, she no longer needed to reach or climb to obtain her treats, swiping them to her heart’s content - a shopping spree gone wrong.
At one point, she demolished her way into the kitchen, repeatedly slamming her titanic tush onto the checkout counter and crushing it as she wriggled it deeply and seductively at once. Although unable to see her rear from where he sat, Gummigoo felt something new stir inside him from watching, a feeling that only grew with the bunny-jester’s bod. Once the counter was deformed like steel, Pomni simply stood and waddled over the lowered barrier, allowing her a plentiful stock of pastries to help herself to. She made quick work of it all. The more she crammed in herself to satiate her unending hunger, the more her body warped and fattened away from her former build. Across a matter of minutes, Pomni underwent a series of significant growth spurts, provided by the sheer waves of weight that imbued her figure with greater and softer rolls. She blubbered out in all directions, widening circumference needing plenty of clearance. Giant hips blossomed with lard. Her swelling breasts felt like massive beanbags whose weight rested comfortably atop her gut. By now, her costume better resembled a swimsuit distorting over warm, pale-white hills and mountains, handfuls of which oozed through slowly emerging tears. Assfat spilled and drooped from the sides of her outfit, showcasing themselves further as she bent over to stuff her cheeks full. Unlike before, Gummigoo saw these soft, bountiful asscheeks jiggling in tandem to the jester’s manic feast. This fascination compelled him to rise at last, watching distantly across from the counter so as not to get in her way.
By the time Pomni waddled out of the kitchen, her body now bore the supreme weight and curves of an obese humanoid being, her face appearing as though grafted onto a new model so supple. Without realizing it, she was forced to crouch to some extent, her head approaching the ceiling. It was a miracle within the engine’s capabilities that her costume stretched with her skin, its texture subsequently warping against her curves. Pomni slowly lumbered forth, approaching the outlaw whose presence she paid no mind to, his current stance allowing him a close front view at the corpulent bunny-jester whose head dominated over his. She briefly stopped - her heft not in its wobbling - appearing to try and decide what next to eat. In this position, Gummigoo better observed her plentiful girth, the new sensation inside him welling by the second. He could have sworn he felt close to putting his finger on it… this feeling, that is. The sight of all these pounds, hundreds upon hundreds of them adorning her body, filled Gummigoo’s heart with a flutter. He thought about going against keeping distance from Pomni’s crazed state and reaching a hand out to the center of her buttery smooth stomach.
“Just what is this I’m feeling…? Could it be something I wasn’t ever supposed to feel?”
CRRRRRRRRCK…
His eyes suddenly hollowed out at the sight of Pomni’s costume rippling and creaking, able to give the illusion that her stomach grumbled for more. Alas, while that mound still bubbled away, this rippling came about from her clothes no longer able to withstand their supreme strain - the likes of which the jester was oblivious to - leading the gummy gator to back away by a few slow paces in alarm.
BOOMF!
SCHRIIIIIIP!!
POP! POP!
Like a burst of flashy confetti, Pomni’s clothes tore to shreds, falling to the floor part by part across her frame. Its two big buttons blew past a surprised Gummigoo’s head, making holes through the wall behind him as would gingerbread cutouts. From their absence, both breasts flopped out alongside her gut, impressive cushions much like her butt. Her hips laid bare, as did her privates surrounded by fat, with bulbous legs and feet complimenting her giant figure. All that remained was her jester’s hat, every inch of her smooth, soft, and doughy frame left out in the open. Gummigoo gulped nervously; he stared into the ample abyss his companion had become. Yet not an ounce of awareness ever reached the bunny-jester, who locked eyes with a basket of muffins filled with blueberry syrup.
“Hungry…” was all she had to say, stomping away to down another batch of baked goods.
As Pomni waddled away, the outlaw caught his clearest view yet of her backside, both cheeks clashing nonstop with every one of her steps. All he could do was stare, unsure if this would last until there was nothing left to eat.
After much of the bakery had been cleaned out, Pomni sat smack-dab on the floor with her legs sticking out. A hand of hers moved repeatedly between a massive basket of cookies sitting atop her chest and her mouth, shovelling the boundless treats into it without end. Rampant chews and swallows intertwined with pleasurable groans and moans, crumbs spilling onto her cleavage. A somewhat disheveled Gummigoo had returned to sitting on the floor, his back propped against a display not too far, facing the giant chubby bunny after what felt like hours. Yet despite how he partially felt, his continual intrigue towards what became of the jester kept him grounded, even as he pondered the turn of their situation down here.
“What am I supposed to do now?” He sat with his knees near his torso, at odds between ogling her and thinking about the space beneath the map. “She’s too big to fit out the way she came in. I doubt that plan of hers would even work anymore now that she weighs half as much as the rig. At this point, it’d take a miracle to get us out of here.”
Right when the jester was in the middle of shoving another handful of cookies in her mouth, she and Gummigoo were instantly blipped out of the bakery, this uncanny realm, and into the heart of the Digital Circus within its spacious tent. Returning to her new home, Pomni sat atop the map’s central stage, crushing it beneath her butt, a fitting place for a spectacle like her to wind up on. As for Gummigoo, he had been teleported onto the side of the stage, still seated himself as he faced the myriad of sharp colours the circus was comprised of.
“This must be where the lass is from…” he muttered after gasping from the sudden change in scenery.
In front of them were the rest of the circus members, having just returned from the Candy Canyon Kingdom as it fell into fudgy ruin thanks to Jax. He, Ragatha, Kinger, Gangle, and Zooble were all taken aback at Pomni’s instantaneous appearance, none of them saying a word at first, looking past the circus’ ringmaster. Caine, who had summoned the jester and gator with the snap of his fingers, presently floated above and in front of the rest of the circus. No sooner than when the duo appeared on the stage did he begin to address them before turning around.
“Now, now, new players should know better than to go under the-”
The artificial intelligence saw the large, corpulent Pomni - her bunny features and complete nudity. So stunned was he that not only did he not notice the NPC off to the side, but froze, his response requiring a few seconds to load in.
“HOLY FUCKING TOLEDO, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU, POMNI?!?”
In an uncharacteristic move, the ringmaster yelled with not a filter to his words. This lack of censorship stunned the five other circus members, who like Caine, stared at Pomni in disbelief and horror mixed together.
“$%#@! Pomni! Are you okay?” Ragatha blurted out, noting her choice words remaining censored.
“I’m out.” Zooble walked away, having thought the worst had passed with today’s adventure.
“%&$!, she sure let herself go.” Jax slyly chuckled. “Caine’s gonna have to step up his portions now.”
“Have we already another player joining us?” Kinger asked confused. “She and Pomni would surely get along.”
“Th- th-… I think that is Pomni…” Gangle nervously eyed the jester, desperately wanting to hide from her.
Meanwhile, Gummigoo thought to himself, “Pomni… so that’s her name…”
For a minute, the other circus members and Caine observed Pomni, who even when faced with several sets of eyes, remained unknowing of her situation. She looked down and around at her hefty figure, wondering where her cookies had gone. The basket had been left behind in her teleportation, not even the ones she was about to eat. As a result, she simply eyed the crumbs still on her hand and breasts, feeling the ones clinging to her face too.
“Hun… gry… huuuun… gryyyyyyy…!!”
Groaning repeatedly in a daze, she proceeded to lick one then the other in a messy manner akin to grooming, acting like she was alone. But with an audience of seven, that was far from true. While the others tried to process what had become of Pomni, whose lack of food threatened an outburst as her voice grew louder, Gummigoo rose to his feet, staggering briefly. He fought off the disorientation of being in a brand new place, with faces like none he had seen before (more closely now that they ceased to fight over syrup). Without a word, he walked over to Pomni’s leg, climbing onto the wide, plump limb and using it to clamber up her pudgy belly.
“H- hey! It’s that bandit from the canyon.” Gangle pointed out.
“The %$^#’s he doing here?” Jax asked.
As they and the others watched, the gummy gator climbed Pomni, hoisting himself up by grabbing onto meaty handfuls of her fat. Once overcoming her sizeable breasts whose nipples were overgrown and erect, he stood atop them with his eyes level with hers. He grabbed her puffy cheeks with each of his hands, compelling her to stare into his eyes.
“Pomni… can you hear me in there?” He calmly spoke, his voice a warming presence in her ears. “Focus on me. You’ve got to snap out of it. I think you’re home now. These folks here, your friends, I gather… they’re worried about you. I’m worried about you too. Please, come back to them… to me…? You can do it…”
Before a full-blown rampage could occur inside the tent, Pomni felt herself be released from her stuffing stupor, her eyes slowly focusing on Gummigoo’s as though they had re-opened since her binging began. She felt relaxed, seeing the familiar colours of the gator and circus in her view, breathing steady as her light and bubbly voice came back. All the while, her tremendous hunger that seemed insatiable subsided, no longer gnawing at her stomach. But amid coming back to her senses, Pomni felt like she was trapped inside something dense and warm that spread atop much of the stage. She looked around confused, seeing Gummigoo hopeful. This face of his instantly fell apart when the bunny-jester observed her boisterous physique filled to the brim with lard, her nakedness on clear display. She panickily pushed her hands against the stage and stood, causing Gummigoo to fall from her breasts. Her head swivelled around at them and her belly before looking over her shoulder to see her enormous butt. As one hand hefted her stomach, the other reached out and grasped one of her doughy cheeks that filled the palm, noting too the bunny tail above it. The revelation of her new body overloaded Pomni, who let out a scream so loud and shrill that the circus members covered their ears and Caine blue-screened.
“What the- IS THAT A F%#%^#% TAIL?!?! GUMMIGOO, WHAT’S HAPPENED TO ME?!”
…
Serene skies and a mouthy sun shone above the circus beach, where most of the gang had been relaxing after yesterday’s sudden mayhem. It was an adventure that proved relaxing for once. Caine had been saving it for later, but the circumstances surrounding Pomni required more time for him to think, leaving the circus to have their fun in the sun. Presently, the ringmaster was nowhere to be seen, a reprieve for those out there. While Jax laid on a lounge chair away from everyone else, as did Zooble albeit closer to the rest, Ragatha, Kinger, and Gangle played around in the water, passing a beach ball to each other. Pomni was absent. While the rest of the circus had their varying concerns about her, they found the beach the perfect way to relax after the prior day’s adventure. This, however, applied not to Gummigoo, who sat beneath a shady tree close to Zooble, observing the sights and sounds of this new environment. Since coming out here, he remained relatively closed-off, pondering endlessly about Pomni and what transpired with her. Eventually, he could not contain his train of thought. He rose from the shade and walked along the sand towards the shore, again taking in the new sensation beneath his feet.
“Excuse me, everyone.” He called out once he stood before the shore, the trio in the water halting their game as they looked back. “Has that weird looking fella with the big eyes and teeth said anything about Pomni?”
“Eh, she’ll be fine.” Jax waved a hand, hardly following what the outlaw said.
“Who’s going to be fine?” Kinger looked in Jax’s direction, before looking over at a crab in the distance.
“Well, last I heard,” Ragatha provided an answer for the alligator, “Caine wasn’t sure how to fix anything that happened yesterday. I don’t think he’s prepared to handle a situation like Pomni’s.”
“He seems really lost at the moment.” Gangle added, fidgeting with the beach ball in her hands.
“That goes without saying,” Zooble sat up from their chair, the rest of the group looking at them, “I’m surprised he hasn’t deleted you yet. He must be that distracted with trying to fix Pomni.”
“Oh, right…” Gummigoo sighed. “Please don’t remind him about that. I haven’t been here long, but it’s been nice getting to know you all. Besides, I’d like to see the lass again soon.”
The outlaw thought back to the aftermath of the bunny-jester’s reawakening. With tears in her eyes, she had taken off running with her bare assets swaying, equating to a clumsy waddle through the circus tent. Her every step felt like an earthquake to everyone else, travelling all the way towards her room whose door she squeezed herself through, comically distorting in the process. Gummigoo had followed her, reaching her room right as the door slammed shut behind the bunny’s butt, his every attempt to talk to and console her falling on deaf ears. Needless to say, Pomni had not taken things very well, and Gummigoo felt it best to give her some space, hoping that she get through her sizeable troubles. A dour look came over the gator in his recollection, only to be snapped out it.
“#!@$ that! You see the large knockers that girl was sporting?!” Jax teased aloud. “And was it me, or did she have a full-on %#$@! down there between her legs?”
“Have some sympathy for Pomni!” Ragatha scolded the rabbit. “She was only starting to get used to her new look before this happened.”
Zooble hurled further scorn at Jax. “You don’t know what it’s like to have to keep adjusting to a new body.”
BOOM… BOOM… BOOM…
Before Jax could fire back a sarcastic retort, he and everyone except Gummigoo stiffened with surprise, looking over at Gummigoo’s direction at the figure coming towards them with loud steps slow and steady. The outlaw, briefly confused, recognized the familiarity of the steps, turning his head to see the figure blocking out the sun with its large, wide physique.
“Whoa there!” Gummigoo yelped, hopping backwards to better see for himself.
With palm trees swaying and the breeze blowing, Pomni stood well above the gator in a sheepish pose, hands behind her back and backside. A skimpy bikini boasting the same colours as her jester costume hugged firm against her breasts and ass, those pillowy mounds accentuated alongside her privates. Pomni fidgeted with her hands, eyeing her avalanching belly amidst erratic eye contact. A blush that could be mistaken for a mild sunburn flushed her face as everyone took her in. No matter her new, voluptuous figure, most everyone was happy to see the bunny-jester out and about, Jax blatantly staring.
“Are you alright, Pomni?” Ragatha broke the silence, being welcoming to the jester as she had been two days prior.
Pomni sighed, requiring a few seconds for the words to come out. “I think so… for now.”
“How did you even fit inside the changing booth?” Gangle inquired, passing the beach ball to Kinger who grew antsy to hold it again.
“I… I didn’t.” Pomni admitted. “I actually found another one in the tent that was my size. That said, I still don’t know what to make of how I look. I’m so big, and heavy. Nearly everywhere I go is so small to me now. Unlike when I first got here, I don’t know if I’ll ever adjust to this, or how to react to this place anymore when anything can happen.”
A depressed gaze entered Pomni’s eyes, caught by the gator whose guilt flared up.
“Miss…” He took his hat off, holding it in his hands as he approached her. “I’m real sorry about what happened back down below. I had no clue those pastries would do this to you.”
Hearing those words took Pomni out of her sadness, her face reflecting the warmth that came from the outlaw looking up at her. “Oh, Gummigoo… it wasn’t your fault. I should’ve known better than to eat something from under the map. When I came to, I was scared out of my mind. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny that all those snacks made for the best meal I’ve ever had. And that’s all thanks to the kindness you showed me.”
The bunny-jester felt her spirits raise as she spoke, a returning spark of joy leading her to swiftly scoop Gummigoo off his feet, much to his surprise. She wrapped her meaty arms around him, raising him up to her head. There, she held him firm, nuzzling his snout against her face while her breasts smothered his body. Gummigoo initially moved not, brightly blushing from this sudden wave of affection. The rest of the circus watched this hug play out, embarrassed much like the alligator. But for him in particular, it was here that those sensations from watching Pomni glut out at the bakery came flooding back, an evolution of what may have been infatuation at first. It was more… so much more than he ever thought yesterday; his love for the jester and her large, soft figure made his heart beat wildly in his chest. Within it, he felt he had to reciprocate his own feelings, and fast! The opportunity as it currently was could vanish at any second. Without thinking, Gummigoo stuck out his tongue and licked Pomni’s face as he swayed up and down thanks to her nuzzles. What began as adorable reciprocation grew into something unexpectedly romantic when the tongue slid into the jester’s mouth, hers touching his. They froze. It was only a few seconds after when he realized what he had done. Embarrassment twofold came rushing into Gummigoo, while the rest of the circus stared in disbelief.
“MMH??” Pomni’s eyes shot open, staring at Gummigoo’s own that inadvertently locked onto hers.
Granted, her memories had been wiped from before entering the circus, but even beyond that, she knew without a doubt that she had never felt this own fluttering in her chest before - the warmth of his tongue, the purity in his eyes, the heart-to-heart and its subsequent events from yesterday. Even his saliva tasted sweet. It all flooded her mind in a near-instant, and at this impromptu kiss, she shrugged what she could of her fat-filled shoulders, only two words running through her head:
“Screw it.”
She smooshed her face into Gummigoo’s snout, catching him off-guard. They allowed themselves to engage in a deep and sloppy kiss, their tongues intertwining between warm mouths. Passionate moans slipped out between them, the outlaw’s body pressing between the jester’s beach balls for breasts. Her tail wagged with glee as did his, her stance upon the sand swaying from the ecstasy filling her body. Everyone else present dropped their jaws - Kinger dropping the ball while unsure who those new faces were - staring at the pair with incomparable shock. This kiss must have lasted a good half-minute and kept going when Caine materialized between them and the trio in the water, ready to make an announcement.
“I have determined a solution to all of our prob-!”
One look at the messily kissing pair - on top of the bunny-jester’s revealing outfit - sent Caine back into a blue-screening paralysis, frozen above the sand. Before the sound of his fatal error could become droning, Bubble popped in the same way as the ringmaster, appearing as though trying to play off this malfunction.
“Don’t mind Caine.” They shrugged without arms. “He just gets like this when there’s too much to process. Why don’t the rest of you carry on with what you’re doing? I’ll see to it that he gets fixed… or I’ll try anyway. I can’t remember where I left the manual.”
Using her spherical form, Bubble proceeded to push Caine away from the beach, repeatedly nudging him as Jax spoke up. “How long’s that gonna take?”
Bubble stopped and faced the rabbit, thinking for a few seconds. “However long it might need… maybe forever.”
They and Caine disappeared about as quickly as they entered, leaving the others to process the bubble’s last words. Forever. The connotations were boundless in fear and relief alike. From their leave, the circus crew turned their attention back to Pomni and Gummigoo, no longer kissing but preparing something much more. The bunny-jester released her lips from the outlaw’s, tossing him up and over her shoulder where he grabbed on and stayed put, looking over at the water ahead. Beating hearts formed and floated around the obese jester as she waddled across the beach, already panting from exertion. Her unintended stomps shook her surroundings, the palm trees and water acting like a storm drew near.
“Come on, everyone… huff… let’s enjoy the- puff!... water together!” Pomni called out. “We have all the time on our hands now.”
Zooble and Jax stayed put, refusing without a word, while Ragatha, Gangle, and Kinger dove out of the way, staying clear of the path that the giant woman paved through the sand and towards them; it came to an end when with impressive finesse, Pomni leapt high, Gummigoo hanging on, wrapping herself up into a cannonball and landing with a-
KA-SPLOOSH!!
The trio in the water screamed as strong and tall waves rushed towards them, soaking everyone and pushing them away. The waves splashed greatly onto the shore, getting Zooble wet while Jax remained the only one unsoaked, snickering at everyone else who did. Once the waves subsided, Gangle and Ragatha emerged from the water, followed by Kinger. The women shook the water off their bodies, taking note of Pomni’s promiscuous behaviour.
“Pomni seems quite… confident now.” Gangle uttered, pouting after. “If only I was so confident.”
“It’s nice to see her happy again.” Ragatha happily spoke with a tinge of hesitation. “Even if it’s in a way none of us could’ve expected.”
Right then, the bunny-jester herself emerged, water running down every curve and bulbous paunch of fat. She sighed blissfully.
“Wowzers, that was refreshing!” Pomni exclaimed. “I can’t believe I haven’t done this before.”
Looking around, she realized the different looks on everyone’s faces, even more shocked than during her kiss with Gummigoo. All eyes were on her now, the jester first oblivious as to why. Suddenly, she felt an odd breeze against her body, one that should not have been there. Right as Pomni looked down at herself, seeing her chunky, spherical breasts wobbling out in the open, Gummigoo came back up to the surface right in front of her, the back of his head near her pillowy tummy.
“H- huh? Where’d everyone go?” He turned his head, unable to see for a large, colourful swimsuit covered his muzzle, the circus members including Pomni recognizing it in a heartbeat.
Without freaking out, Pomni arched her body and looked over her shoulder, gazing at her backside, asking trepidatiously, “I’m not wearing my swimsuit anymore, am I?”
Her tail wagged again - this time with nervousness – the bunny shivering as her bare buns felt the cool water surround it.
…
At the end of the day, after the fiasco in the water, Pomni had ventured back into her room, eyeing herself in a mirror. She had since put back on her bikini, opting to keep hidden her most sensitive places. The bunny-jester felt stranger than ever; not simply because of what these recent days collectively brought her, but how even when faced with a situation so humiliating as her swimsuit coming off, she had reacted cooly, without panic. It made Pomni question how comfortable she had become with herself, all these curves her hands roamed in the reflection, their supple softness squishing into her digits. A pleased smile permeated her face, nerves sapped out in favour of a relaxed mind. It helped that she could be more at ease around the one she had gotten to know so well. Laying on the bed, eyes glued to her boisterous lower body, Gummigoo grew comfy in his own special way. His libido remained active, practically churning within himself the more time he spent with Pomni. As time ticked by, his hopes to express his attraction ballooned into an unavoidable need, an itch that he felt could be scratched for them both, especially after their spit-swapping at the beach.
“You alright over there?” He called out to Pomni, hands folded beneath his head. “You’ve been staring at yourself for a while now.”
“Oh! Yeah…” Pomni snapped out of her self-examination, partly turning towards the gator. “I’m feeling better about all of this. I mean, it was unexpected, to put it very lightly, but now… maybe it’s not so bad overall. Although, wearing clothes is going to be very awkward from now on. I don’t think there’s anything in my size other than the swimsuit.”
“The way I see it,” Gummigoo gestured a hand at her, “why not let it all hang out? Who needs clothes? You look good without ‘em. You certainly proved it with that mishap in the water.”
Hearing this, Pomni ventured down a new train of thought, her smile growing sly as a tantalizing possibility struck it. “You really think so? You didn’t happen to actually give me those pastries on purpose, did you~?”
With Pomni’s taunting tone flying over his head, the accusation made Gummigoo sit up, blushing brightly in an instant.
“Now wait just a darn minute!” He rubbed the back of his head. “It ain’t nothing like that. I mean… I truly didn’t expect things to get so haywire back down below the kingdom, but now that it’s gone and happened and you’ve ended up like this, so huge and with those funny-looking ears, I can’t deny that a part of me is glad to have offered those snacks.”
He spoke from the heart, a fact Pomni picked up on thanks to his earlier show of affection. She turned towards the foot of the bed, the outlaw’s eyes remaining glued to her flabby frame. As her grin stayed strong, the bunny-jester approached the end of the mattress, body shifting with fervour. There was no ignoring even a pound of her mighty presence, with every step rocking the room and the gator’s loins.
“Tell me something, Gummigoo…” Pomni teasingly inquired. “Do you have a certain type?”
“What’re you talking about?” He asked as though trying to avoid the question, even when his newfound sentience was the driving force behind his confusion.
“C’mon now, don’t be so shy~…” She stuck out her hips with every slow step, hands tenderly grasping them. “I can smell it on you. After all, I think that sense of mine has improved. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have quite the thing for big, chubby, bunny girls~.”
Before Gummigoo could try to downplay this apparent fixation, Pomni towered over her bed, tilting to one side to continue showing off her chunky own. She turned around, biting her lip and letting her colossal ass stare down at the flustered candy gator, her swimsuit barely present against those heaving cheeks. The bunny-jester’s tail swished as she did the same with her rear, wiggling it for Gummigoo to take in. Both doughy mounds wobbled and clashed repeatedly with one another. A dry lump travelled down the outlaw’s throat, finding himself frozen upon the bed, hypnotized by the rousing display that felt so close yet so far to him at once. Despite these feelings being brought out the other day, they remained so new to him, evoking that strange sensation that coursed through his subtly trembling frame. Every fibre of his gummy being yearned for Pomni; what he had yet to understand as arousal spiked in those loins of his, building up like a hunger of its own.
A moment must have passed. Pomni flaunted herself at her one-man audience until she found herself taken aback by her behaviour, her own privates tingling in the manner with which she expressed her figure. It gave her pause, standing up straight and scratching the top of her hat, contemplating these new, alluring sensations.
“Has this new look given me so much confidence? I’ve never acted like this before, all flirty and-… horny. Now that Caine is out of commission, maybe he took the explicit block feature with him? That would explain how easy it’s been to let myself go without a care in the world. But that still doesn’t give me the right to act so different in front of Gummigoo. I must have embarrassed him by putting him on the spot.”
Pomni turned herself back around, the words first flowing out of her. “I’m really sorry for acting so inappropriate, Gummi-… goo?”
While in her deep thought, the gator had risen, standing on top of the bed. Gone were his friendly face and demeanour. In their place, Gummigoo looked simultaneously feral and mischievous, snarling fiercely with wicked eyes piercing her soul - a look that signified he could and would tear her to shreds at the next breath she drew. Rainbow spittle drooled out his maw, dripping and pooling onto the sheets below. But it was not this look that alarmed the bunny-jester most, as out between his legs, a raging erection grew prominently, its surprisingly sizeable and gradient shaft of green, yellow, and white aching at the sight of her blubbery figure. Pomni was stunned. Where had this come from?! She almost did not know what to do or say at first. Only after they stood there briefly, the bunny-jester tried to get through to her companion.
“Gummigoo?” She nervously called out.
As though activating him, his snarl grew gleeful, its menacing shade falling by the wayside. The appearance of ill-intent was nothing like the truth, for the outlaw had reached his breaking point, in dire need of letting his ferocious urges - emergent like the awareness of his existence - run absolutely wild and free. He leapt forth and onto Pomni, landing on the crash pad of her belly. Pomni yelped and jumped back, raising her arms and darting her eyes all over herself as the alligator scampered all over her like a lizard. He roamed her expansive physique, hands and feet deeply pressing into her dense folds. Pomni breathed hasty yet did not freak out, the bizarre sight lasting a short moment before stopping right behind her. Gummigoo had firmly secured himself upon her rump, grappling it like one would the side of a mountain. His torso and legs were inserted between the cheeks, arms gripping handfuls of pale-white booty, all as he breathed raggedly, nuzzling his snout against more of her butt and sniffing. Between his erratic movements back there, Gummigoo manically tore the bikini bottom off Pomni, an impressive feat that took her top with it. Both fell to the floor, leaving Pomni’s cleavage flopping back out and revealing her privates again. There she stood, body shifting in place, every inch of herself exposed once again. Yet her newfound freedom in expressing herself openly deterred her from losing her marbles again. Rather, she first seemed calm about the ordeal.
“M- m- maybe it would be better to walk around naked from now on…” She wondered to herself. “Especially if I keep losing my clothes.”
Suddenly, she tensed up with emerging pleasure. Gummigoo’s erection poked gently yet repeatedly into her backside, as though pounding on the back entrance to get inside. The sensation made Pomni blush, not used to being desired, most particularly in these bizarre circumstances. She felt oddly comfortable with the affection thrown her way, finding a way to insert itself deeper and deeper between her jiggly asscheeks. Gummigoo might as well have been a miner in search of gold, thrusting his shaft further inward before promptly striking rich. Pomni moaned aloud the instant Gummigoo’s cock entered her slit. It momentarily pulled him out of his crazed arousal, the two locking eyes with one another. Without a word, both acknowledged how into it they were, how badly they needed each other - not only when the going got tough, but when their newfound needs had to be satiated. The gator gave the bunny-jester a determined nod as he gazed up, her looking down at her quivering butt. Pomni, promiscuous eyes growing, gave a nod of her own, before Gummigoo pushed the rest of his cock inside her.
Pomni yelled out in great ecstasy, her insides reverberating from being pushed deep enough. It made her fall onto the bed belly-first, arms splayed out and gripping the sheets. Her ass stuck up and out, Gummigoo remaining glued to them as he thrusted in-between to his heart’s content. Each penetration made Pomni melt further, moaning rhythmically to the slaps of his shaft and claps of her ass, her meaty pillows for breasts muffling her face whilst smooshed into them unabashedly. Her eyes fluttered, ears absorbing every last sound inside and around her. She could feel her privates secrete with warm, sticky seed, soaking into the bed along with Gummigoo’s drool. Meanwhile, the outlaw worked away without end, grinding and humping into all that plentiful cheekmeat. He remained gripped to it like the mountainside, still so small against a giant like Pomni. All of that was about to change. It seemed like the more he lost himself to pleasuring both himself and the jester, Gummigoo’s body underwent a series of key evolutions, as though unleashed to better achieve his primal urges. Bit by bit, he grew all over, slowly playing catch-up to Pomni’s scale. Along his limbs swelled the first of firm, rigid musculature, spreading and churning throughout the rest of his sweating form. Sturdy abs popped out and travelled down his middle; a pair of plump, prominent pectorals sprouted atop his chest. His glutes gushed out into a modest rear-end, his ever-swaying tail brushing into their new flesh. As biceps and triceps thickened greatly, humanoid fingers grew from his hands, while elbows formed between his arms and forearms. The outlaw’s cock grew inside and out of Pomni, surpassing his entire body’s previous size. At the same time, he developed a set of testes that drooped and expanded with plentiful seed, slapping into Pomni’s ass with every push made into it.
Without realizing, Gummigoo no longer needed to stay perched against Pomni to penetrate her. He had grown as tall as the bunny, a giant too compared to the other circus members. Both feet planted upon the floor, his hands able to grip far more booty than before. His leaking shaft pulsated near-constantly - veins throbbing - threatening to unleash its load at any second as its enlarging girth welled within the jester’s slit, driving her positively wild. Now towering over Pomni for a change, he was able to feel around more of her bare body, warm hands running along even warmer back-flab. It felt utterly divine. By the time his evolutions ceased, a sexually driven leveling up, Gummigoo resembled a far-cry from his former self: Now a hunky, hot-and-bothered hotshot who could perhaps carry the bunny bridal-style with the beef he now possessed. He continued to thrust as he noted his new features, observing them with awe.
“I hope you’ve worked up an appetite, miss.” Gummigoo deviously growled between breaths. “I’ve got plenty of syrup to fill you up with~.”
“D- do it, Gummigoo!” Pomni begged through shrill shrieks. “Make me your new tanker!”
Emphasizing her need, the bunny-jester arched her ass up even higher into the giant gator, slapping his muscular frame harder into all that lard. The two moaned and groaned increasingly loud, drooling from the overwhelming high their lovemaking produced. Both felt it coming; something big and heavy pounding in their privates. Everything they had worked towards was about to pay off, the culmination of the greatest joys both discovered in each other and the digital world, making the pains they before endured morph into the most magical of pleasures.
Over in the main tent, the rest of the circus stood or sat silently, discomfort and embarrassment alike visible on their faces. Pomni and Gummigoo’s intercourse could be heard muffled in the distance, as though their pants and plaps and grunts and moans boomed through a massive speaker. Their proud engagement in the bedroom was unignorable, making it difficult for the five of them to do anything of note - a harder affair with Caine’s absence.
“And I thought them getting a room would spare us this racket.” Jax snidely remarked as he sat on the edge of the stage. “Boy, was I wrong.”
Nevertheless, he groaned while hunching over, pulling down his ears in the hope of reducing the noise, overwhelmed without end.
“While it is… nice that Pomni is doing better,” Ragatha nervously spoke, her back against a giant building block, “I do hope she’ll be okay over there.”
Out of nowhere, a tremendous roar and scream filled the circus grounds to the brim. Jax yanked on his ears. Ragatha, Zooble, and Gangle were startled as they looked in the direction of their rooms. Kinger, in his pillow fort nearby, had no idea what was happening. Gummigoo and Pomni no doubt had reached the height of their fornication, with splurts and slaps echoing loudly from the latter’s residence. The peak of their cacophony lasted a hearty moment, perhaps the happiest any of the circus’ members had ever been. Nobody wanted to imagine the aftermath that laid inside.
Once this titanic orgasm seemed to die down (lest the gator and jester engage in a second round), Zooble dismissively waved their hand. “I think they’re gonna be just fine.”
Gangle let out a small giggle, finding herself enamoured in what would become of the newfound couple’s relationship.
Right then, Kinger emerged from his pillow fort, poking his head out at the main tent and its current inhabitants. He looked around at everyone, and despite Pomni not being around, started to realize something different about her recent appearances.
“Did Pomni get a new haircut?”