Gummigoo finds out he quite likes fudge, just in time to face off against the Candy Canyon Kingdom's greatest fudge-flavored threat. Enjoy!
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"Hooo humm," the deep, hungry voice of the Fudge echoed across the strange syrup vault that Gummigoo had found himself trapped in. "I smell something… delicious in here!"
The gummy croc gulped. He had been given a mission from God, and he had completely fumbled it— the syrup stored here was the most delicious he had ever tasted it, and before he knew it, he had somehow lost all self control, glutting himself on a vat large as a truck— and all that syrup had to go somewhere. In mere hours, Gummigoo had utterly ruined his body, now sporting flabby limbs, a doughy chest, and a huge, sloshing belly as he struggled to stand on his feet. He only just pulled himself, doing his best to keep his panting quiet as his new, blubbery body sloshed around, when he saw the great mass of the Fudge loom above him, a sentient, half-melted mountain of chocolate, Gummigoo tried to hide behind one of the vats, but greatly underestimated how much space his belly needed, as he realized too late his sugary, white underbelly was sticking out.
"Ho ho hoo, what's this? A little marshmallow treat, just for me?"
Gummigoo let out a small squeak of fright as he saw the Fudge looming over him, bits of his chocolatey body dropping on his shoulders, dribbling down the folds of fat. "Bugger— Bugger, bugger, bugger!" the crocodile wheezed as he began moving as fast as he could away from the monstrous confectionery, but the crocodile's enormous belly began sloshing side to side, thick, flabby thighs rolling off one another as he immediately began wheezing, his jog quickly falling to a trot and a lumbering, desperate waddle.
"Haha, oh… not a marshmallow!"
Gummigoo gasped as the Fudge's thick, sticky hand wrapped around him, rolling him in his chocolate-coated paw as the croc was rolled back on his enormous, flabby rear, the thick syrup inside still sloshing inside his dome of a gut.
"I love stuffed treats…. Getting a little too greedy with my syrup, hmmm?" The Fudge gloated, holding Gummigoo up to his vast maw.
"Y-ya blighter! I'll take ya on, mano-a-mano!" Gummigoo snarled, determined not to go down without a fight, but even swinging his fists made his flabby body slosh and jiggle. The Fudge didn't waste another word as he simply let the flabby croc drop into his waiting maw, and suddenly Gummigoo was consumed by darkness.
He could feel himself starting to sink into the chocolatey mass of the Fudge— the extra weight kept him buoyant for a time, but he soon felt his flailing body get more and more swallowed up by the chocolate.
"God… God! C'mon, you sent me here in the first place! Please! I-I tried to do what ya sent me here to do!" Gummigoo cried out. "Just… take care of Max and Chad fer me, at least! Gimme a sign you will, I—!"
The croc sputtered as the Fudge's oozing chocolate gurgled into his mouth— but as soon as it hit his tongue, the croc felt his heart leap in his flabby chest. It tasted… well, like chocolate. The Fudge had been the Candy Kingdom's most feared monster for ages, but he never stopped to consider that the monster really was just an amalgamation of hot fudge— and he liked hot fudge.
"C-can I…" he paused to gulp down another mouthful. "Can I eat my way out?" Gummigoo only briefly considered the tremendous impact this might have on his waistline— but if it was a choice between being fat or being eaten, he knew what he preferred. He tried his best to stay buoyant, and breathe in slowly as he began to gulp down some of the chocolate. It wasn't the best hot fudge he ever had— but then, a mass of hot fudge sitting out under the hot sun, swirling around the canyon for God only knew how long might lose some of its potency. Gummigoo was up to his third chin in chocolate, so he couldn't even see what his body was turning into— but given what he looked like before, the croc could only imagine.
Gummigoo continued to slowly gulp down, treading through the interior of the Fudge by wading with his arms until he hit a more solid mass he assumed had to be the Fudge's gut, and gripped it to keep himself anchored. He continued to gulp down the insides of the Fudge, vaguely thinking that he would kill for a burger from McSpuddy's, just to get some savory amongst all the sweet.
As Gummigoo continued to gorge, the Fudge, still sprawled out amongst his Syrup Vault, suddenly felt his bulbous gut begin to gurgle. "Hmm? What is this? I feel… Oooh… I don't remember gummies being quite so... hngh… spicy."
The gurgling only grew louder, and soon the Fudge's peppermint eyes bulged as he realized what was happening. "No! Wait, no! F-fudge isn't good for crocodi—"
There was a low groan as the Fudge collapsed in a tidal wave of melted chocolate, and bobbing atop the gooey waves like an iceberg was the now extremely bloated, truck-sized blob of a gummy croc. Dazed, Gummigoo could barely move— and was determined not to have any chocolate for at least a year.
"Did… did I just… defeat the Fudge?"
"Congratulations, my not-so-little bulging bundle of code! You've completed my quest!"
Gummigoo blinked, his mouth falling open and bumping against his rings of multiple chins. "God! Y-you heard my prayer?"
The floating mouth and eyes of God bobbed in the croc's line of vision. "You betcha! And now I'm going to send you back home, with all this syrup as a reward for your valiant efforts on defeating the Fudge!"
"W-wait!" Gummigoo waved one flabby arm, chocolate and syrup sloshing inside every bloated square inch of him. "Can't you do something to… get me back to normal? I don't even know if I can walk!"
"I'd love to, my delicious supersized dumpling, but if I didn't leave you like this and horribly addicted to syrup, then you might go looking after Pomni again!"
The croc blinked. "Wha—? W-who's Pomni?"
God's eyes bulged as he nervously fidgeted with his red suit. "Ah-hahaha! Nothing! No one! Let's get you home and ready for more sweet treats, my little pork rind!" "Wha—?"
"And remember, all the syrup here is yours as a reward for your great deeds! Ta-ta for now!" With a snap of his fingers, the strange, divine floating mouth that Gummigoo was really starting to wonder about transported Gummigoo back to the campsite— he landed with a loud thud that cracked the ground underneath his enormous weight; Chad and Max leapt out of their seats, gobsmacked at the size of their boss.
"Chief! Bloody Hell, what happened to you?!" Chad gaped up at Gummigoo's blobby physique. Every part of the gummy croc's physique was enormous, soft, and rotund— the white-capped boulder of his belly spilled out in all directions like an oncoming avalanche, offset by his enormous rear and over-bloated tail, smothering round, doughy thighs and legs so stuffed with sugar and lard his half-buried feet were no longer touching the ground. His over-stuffed, pillowy chest rested languidly atop the peak of his gelatinous gut, and once lean, well-built arms wobbled with the reams of goopy excess as he continued to lick his fingers clean of chocolate and syrup. His face was set amidst bloated cheeks rounded out like cream puffs, his muzzle dipping into rippling multiple chins.
And yet, for all the mammoth weight, sinking into his own buttery soft body, Gummigoo felt oddly excited about getting his boys to see the vault for themselves. With a dimpled smile, he gestured as grandly as he could muster. "Mates, I've just found the motherlode! We'll be getting our hands on enough syrup to drown the place if we wanted— but first, ah. Max, feel like a bit of a workout, mate? I, uh. I'll need someone to give me a good push to get back down there."