Hail To The Queen

by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires

Chapter 1: Something’s A Little Different This Time

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New Donk City…

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Sometimes, Peach thought, you just need a girls night out. And after years upon years of being kidnapped over and over again by a lovesick, power-hungry giant turtle, she had decided to actually start taking them. She had to bring a contingent of guards with her each time, but these were trained by the Mario Brothers themselves, so she was very confident in their abilities.

None of the go-karting or sports events or board games counted as breaks to her. They were diplomatic missions made to prevent constant war by appealing to Bowser’s desire to win, tricking him into thinking that a ‘fair’ win would be even better. The first out-and-out break she had ever taken was after the ‘Odyssey’ incident. Bowser had actually come so close to forcing a marriage that time. And then with both Mario and Bowser trying to propose with her at once… the frustration of being considered a prize for so long had finally gotten to her and she had rejected them both, going off on her own adventures. Mario, sweetheart that he was, understood completely, and had even made a cake for her upon her return. The blonde, buxom princess sighed as she thought of him. He really is too good for me, she thought.

This particular break had come after a long summer of no real attacks from Bowser, and the golf tournament he participated in going rather sedately. (She had to admit – Bowser’s idea of ‘speed golf’ was actually rather fun.) She felt it was safe to ‘grab the girls’ and go out clubbing in the city.

With her that day were three others, aside from her guard. Sarasaland’s ambassador to the Mushroom Kingdom and heir to the throne, Daisy. The boisterous brunette was dating Luigi, and Peach looked forward to the day they finally did get married. There were rumors that Luigi was doing more ghost hunting jobs for Professor E.Gadd as a way of saving up for a wedding ring. Mario didn’t say anything when Peach asked him, but he did seem very pleased with his brother’s efforts. Daisy herself seemed perpetually excited, ready to go for anything, her cheerfulness a bright spot.

Another of the quartet was Princess Rosalina. They called her that because of her crown, but really, Rosalina was more of a cosmic guardian given form. She always seemed slightly sad, but always put on a smile for everyone, and did truly enjoy her time helping others. Peach wished she could do more for her, and hoped that this trip out would help her.

The last of the quartet, and the last to arrive, was the mayor of New Donk City, Pauline. Peach had been a bit jealous of Pauline, since she was Mario’s ex-girlfriend and, to Peach’s estimation, was more voluptuous and outgoing than her. Peach, to her embarrassment, had lived the royal life for so long she had no idea how to run a washer and dryer. Fortunately, Pauline had helped her learn how to do basic ‘commoner’ tasks without teasing her. But because of that kindness, and shared woes about constantly being kidnapped (for Pauline, it was Donkey Kong Senior, the aged gorilla currently known as Cranky Kong, that had been her pain in the neck). She’d agreed to take them all out for drinks once her shift ended.

The three princesses were waiting in the lobby of the mayor’s office for her, guards standing dutifully by. Pauline trotted out a few minutes later, smiling in surprise upon seeing them, the voluptuous woman clad in a wide-brimmed red hat and a red professional suit. “Hey girls!” she said. “You didn’t have to wait here. I would have let you come up!”

Peach smiled demurely. “We didn’t want to be any trouble,” she said. “We know you’re a busy woman.”

Rosalina nodded. “You do a lot for New Donk City. As leaders ourselves, we can appreciate that,” she said.

“But now that the day is done? Let’s shake our Badonkadonks all around New Donk!” Daisy cheered, getting up and shaking her own booty, creating the rather amusing image of a woman in a regal yellow dress standing on a nearby table and borderline twerking, her crown bouncing around on her head as she made ‘Uns uns uns’ noises.

Pauline snorted, shaking her head and laughing at Daisy’s antics. Rosalina just covered up her own smile, looking away, while Peach just gave her cousin an irritated look. “Really?” she asked.

“You two prove that blondes are NOT more fun,” Daisy said. “One of us has to be the entertaining princess.”

“I’m perfectly entertaining!” Peach protested.

Daisy quickly bit back the retort ‘To Bowser, maybe.’ She knew Peach was sensitive about her status as perpetual kidnap victim. She instead went for the lewder insult. “What you do with Mario in bed with cake frosting doesn’t count,” she teased.

This time Rosalina actually laughed. Pauline had to lean against a pillar to support herself from how hard she was laughing, clutching her stomach. Peach huffed, her cheeks puffing out. “Everyone’s conspiring against me and I hate it,” she muttered.

Daisy giggled. “I tease because I love,” she said, hopping down off of the table and sitting back on the couch, hugging Peach until she smiled again. “There we go. Now c’mon. Let’s go have some fun.”

Pauline nodded. “Let me get changed real quick,” she said.

Rosalina blinked. “You keep a spare change of clothes here?” she said.

“When I noticed that some of my employees would be pulling all nighters to get things done, I had apartments built into the city building for them. Nothing special, but it’s a place to sleep and shower after a long night’s work,” Pauline said. “I have one for myself, and I keep a few extra outfits there.”

“How nice!” Peach said.

Pauline grinned. “Well, we have your example to work from, Peach. And you clearly care for your people, so why shouldn’t I do the same?”

Peach blushed. “Well… It’s just… People who are happy to work for you will do better in their jobs, is all…” she said, grinning happily.

Daisy chuckled, hugging her cousin. “Your kindness is legendary, Princess Peach,” Rosalina said. “You show that every day.”

Peach felt the frustrations and doubts she had been harboring start to slip away. “Thanks girls…” Peach said. “I guess… I guess I need to hear that sometimes.”

Pauline smiled, leaving the others to go change. When she came back, she was still wearing her hat, but had changed out her suit for a flattering red dress that showed off all of her lovely curves. “Shall we go?” she said, smiling.

With the small contingent of mushroom guards following, they left city hall and started their clubbing adventure. Before they got more than a block, though…

BOOM

“What the heck!?” Daisy shouted, staggering from the force of the explosion.

“There!” Rosalina cried out, pointing in a direction. “Look!”

A plume of smoke was arising in the distance, and a skyscraper was leaning distinctly to the left. “No… NO!” Pauline said.

“Princesses, we need to get you to safety,” said one of the Toad guards insistently.

“I have to get back to the office,” Pauline said, taking off her heels so she could run better. “Girls, I’m sorry, I-”

“We’ll go with you,” Peach said firmly.

“Ma’am, if this is an attack, city hall would be a very prominent target-” the lead Toad guard tried.

“We’re not abandoning a friend!” Daisy shouted.

“I can bring Lumas to help with any rescue efforts,” Rosalina said, her eyes glowing as she began to float, glitter trailing from her dress.

“Thanks girls,” Pauline said, the four women running off towards City Hall again.

“...Gggrrrh,” the Toad captain said. “Power-ups out, ‘shrooms. We’ve got royals with Chronic Hero Syndrome to protect.”

With a salute, all of the Toad guards reached into their pockets to pull out Fire Flowers and Ice Flowers. But before they could, a large, heavy form landed among them. A chunky, heavyset Koopa with a dark brown body, pale bellyplates and mouth, a spiky black shell and a gray head with a dark gray star tattoo over one eye loomed over them, glaring at the guards.

“Morton!” one of the Guards shouted.

“Duh, that’s right!” Morton said in a dim voice. “And youse is duh losers that the Mario Brothers trained, duh…”

“We’re more than enough to beat YOU!” the Guard captain said. He reached for his power-up again, having lost it when Morton slammed down. Before he could, though, Morton stomped on his hand, making him yelp in pain.

“Duh, I don’t think so,” Morton said, grinning cruelly. “King Dad has plans. And he doesn’t want youse guys to get in his way!” He pulled a magic wand out of his shell and twirled in, the black crystal at the top turning into a massive hammer. “So I’mma smash you all!”

The guard captain lashed at Morton’s leg with his spear, just scratching the tough, dark-brown scales of the plump bruiser. But it was enough to startle him and make him jump back. “We won’t be as easy as you think we are!” the captain declared.

“Yeah!” said another guard. “We were trained by the Super Mario Brothers!”

The distinctive, dog-like barking of a Chain Chomp made the guards scatter as Iggy Koopa, bespectacled and wild-eyed, zoomed in, his pet Chain Chomp straining against the leash he held him on. The green-shelled madman with the onion-like hair cackled, twirling his own wand. “‘Trained’ and ‘as skilled as’ are two different things, boys! Let me and m’boy here show you just how steep that difference is!” he crowed, Morton cackling alongside him. The two Koopas charged into the guards, as airships of wood and metal flew above the city, dropping bombs.

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The office…

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“Shouldn’t have left, mah BITCHES!” Roy Koopa said, the muscular, pink-shelled, red sunglasses wearing Koopa enforcer standing over several badly beaten, unconscious bodies, twirling a wand like it was a gun.

“DAMN YOU!” Pauline shouted. “Why are you even in this city!? We’ve never offended the Koopa King in any way!”

“Aww, heck,” Roy said in a jivey accent, flexing his biceps. “Ain’t no thang, little mama. We Koopas. We be naughty by nature! We don’t need a reason to hurt people!”

Peach stepped forward. Behind her, Rosalina floated in an aura of power, awaiting the command to attack. Daisy had taken off her delicate white gloves and produced a set of knuckle dusters from somewhere, putting them on and taking a boxing stance. Peach gestured for them to wait, wanting to find out what the scheme was.

“Roy,” Peach said slowly, evenly. “This isn’t like Bowser, and you know it. He’s never been one for mindless violence. What is the plan?”

Roy peered over his sunglasses at Peach. “What? Her High-as-a-kiteness don’t think that we Koopas can’t be bad muthas?”

“I know that he’s smarter than this,” Peach said. “I know that he’s been using strange new technology.” She had seen the airships on the way in. The weapons they were using were much more advanced than the Koopa Troop’s normal wood airships, with metal parts mixed in and more armament than just the usual cannons, Bob-bombs, and Bullet Bills. “I know that he doesn’t bring you and the other Koopalings in unless he’s doing something major. Please, Roy. Tell me what your father is after!”

“You know we aren’t actually his kids, right? Everyone just calls us that because he took us all in,” said a harsh, sneering voice. (In another reality, a blonde superspy who wore red would mistake that voice for her longtime romantic rival.) Before the princesses could turn, a powerful magical blast hit Rosalina in the back, entrapping her in mystical energy rings. Daisy whirled, launching a powerful punch, but it was caught, magic flashing again and entrapping her in rings as well.

As the two Princesses fell, Pauline and Peach whirled to see Wendy standing behind them. The plump, feminine-figured Koopa was idly tapping her wand on her pudgy tummy. A sneer was on her magenta face, a bow adorning her head. Her heels click-clacked on the ground as she strode in, Wendy the only Koopaling to wear shoes, her red pearl necklace glinting softly in the flames starting to spread around the city.

It was only then that Peach realized her guards were gone. “Where…” she said, cursing herself for running ahead.

“Delayed or dead,” Wendy said in her sneering voice. “Iggy and Morton were sent to deal with them. As for you…” Wendy blinked, looking down. Rosalina was just glaring at Wendy, but Daisy, in her determination to actually do something, and crawled up to Wendy despite being tired up and was attempting to gnaw at her ankles through the energy ring around her mouth. Wendy rolled her eyes and kicked her aside. “As for you, we have special plans for you.”

“And it involves such wanton destruction?!” Peach said. “Your father never goes this far to try to capture me!”

Wendy cackled. “Hey, if you got a bunch of new toys, you’d want to play with them too!” she teased. “As for you… Well, who says we’re only kidnapping you this time?”

Peach and Pauline realized far too late what that meant, Roy coming up behind them and slamming her and Pauline’s heads together. The last thing she saw before she went under was Wendy’s smirk.

“Wh-Why…” Pauline said. “My city…”

“Our city now,” Wendy said.

“Yeah,” Roy said. “We got big plans for you four…”

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Later…

Koopa Castle…

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Peach groaned, a sharp, agonizing pain in her head. She looked up, and saw it had been patched up with a bandage, Pauline in the same shape. Rosalina and Daisy were already awake, sitting on a cot inside the dungeon they were all trapped in, windows in the shape of Bowser’s silhouette protected by thick steel bars.

And what’s more, they were all naked, which made Peach yelp when she realized, covering her chest and backing away.

“Peach? Cuz? I love you but you literally have nothing that me and Pauline don’t have,” Daisy teased.

“Excuse me?” Rosalina said, audibly annoyed.

“I’m just sayin,’” Daisy said. “Me, Peach, and the mayor here have more on the way of curves than you do.”

“I am slim,” Rosalina snapped. “There is nothing wrong with that!”

Pauline ignored them both, pacing back and forth nervously. Peach just blushed, looking over everyone as she tried to force herself to relax.

Daisy’s body was clearly more athletic, possessing toned abs and strong, muscular arms and legs, her breasts and baddy-battering booty the only soft things about her. Rosalina was the skinniest, her body slim and winsome. Her chest was the smallest of the four, although she never responded to any taunts about her lack of bust. (From anyone except Daisy, anyway. Her cousin had an almost supernatural ability to push Rosalina’s buttons.) Pauline had ample curves, with wide hips and an impressive bust. Peach was almost as busty as Pauline, but she had wider hips, and the best ass of the quartet, a curving, rounded bulge that jiggled a little with each step.

“Calm down,” Daisy said, smirking a little despite the situation when she noticed Peach’s continued discomfort. “If I was gonna take advantage, I would have already. As it is, being trapped in a dungeon with my clothes stolen is killing the mood.”

“My magic is being blocked as well,” Rosalina said, moving to help Pauline up as well. “I cannot feel the stars, or my connection to the Luma either.”

“My city… my people…” Pauline said. “I have to get back to them. They might be in danger! I-” She bolted for the door, grabbing at the bars before the princesses could stop her. Magical electricity shot through her, sending her flying back into Peach, who dove into her path to catch her, Pauline’s smoldering body twitching.

“Yeah… Bowser’s good with keeping people trapped,” Peach said, gently stroking Pauline’s hair as she sobbed, worried for her citizens.

“World’s Best Kidnapper, thirty-five years running,” Daisy muttered, sitting back on the cot.

“You are not the first to fall victim to his spelldoors,” Rosalina said. “I’ve tried it before when I was kidnapped the first time. He accounts for the slim in designing his dungeons.”

Pauline wiped tears of frustration from her eyes. “Damn it… I moved to New Donk City to get away from this nonsense,” she said. She went over to the wall and punched it. “And now I’m kidnapped again!”

“I share in your frustration,” Peach said. “And believe me, I’d love to do a wonderful, female-empowering escape from the dungeons as much as you. But Bowser’s prisons can only be broken into. He makes certain of that.”

“And so here we are, waiting for Mario and Luigi again,” Pauline muttered, sinking to the floor of the cell as she leaned against the wall.

“I wouldn’t worry about them for a while,” said a deep, cultured voice. The women looked up, seeing the form of Ludwig Von Koopa standing there, a smirk on his green face, his long blue hair gracefully swept back into a ‘flock of seagulls’ wave. As the oldest of the Koopalings, he’d developed a light beard on his chin, which he stroked as he considered the four beautiful women in the cell.

“Ludwig,” Peach said, scowling. “What happened to my guards? What did Iggy and Morton do to them?”

Ludwig chuckled darkly. “I’m afraid that Toadsworth has a few letters to write to several parents this evening,” he teased, Peach closing her eyes and shedding silent tears for her fallen guards. Daisy growled, while Rosalina and Pauline just glared at the eldest of Bowser’s strongest enforcers and adopted children. “As for you four,” he continued, deliberately trailing off, “...well, that all depends on how things go tonight.”

None of the women liked how that sounded. Usually, Bowser didn’t put hostages in danger while waiting for a fight with the Mario brothers. If that was changing…

Ludwig opened the door to the cell. “If you’ll all come with me, please? Oh, and don’t think you can fight your way past me.”

“URGH!” grunted a pair of Thwomps as they slammed down on either side of Ludwig, the large, blunt-spiked blocks sneering at the four startled women.

“We’ve lined the ceiling with those brutes, and they’ll crush you long before you can get to the door,” Ludwig said, gesturing grandly. “Shall we?”

Seeing no other choice, the princesses let themselves be led out into the hall. Daisy glanced up, and gulped nervously when she saw that Ludwig wasn’t kidding. The ceiling was coated in Thwomps, all of them glaring down as if daring her to run.

Ludwig sneered at her, stroking his beard. “As you can see, we are long past bluffing,” he said. He led them through several dark tunnels, various Koopa troop soldiers, including Goombas, Troopas, Spikes, Chargin’ Chucks, Hammer Bros. And others, all leering and jeering at them as they passed. The four women, blushing and ashamed, huddled close to one another, keeping each other covered from the gazes of the wicked creatures as best they could. Lakitus, wielding video cameras swarmed overhead.

Daisy flipped off the nearest one, making it laugh. “How uncouth,” Ludwig taunted.

“I kicked Waluigi in the balls for making a pass at me in front of a crowd of nobles,” Daisy muttered. “You think I care about couthness?”

Ludwig just laughed, Peach patting her cousin on the back. Finally, they four naked, frightened young women were led into a wide, dark throne room, a stairway leading up to the carved stone throne of the Koopa King, Bowser himself.

Bowser was a massive creature, a great, hulking, eight foot tall beast when he wasn’t using magic to make himself bigger. His scales were a mulled yellow, his bellyplates, muzzle, and claws a lighter yellow. His massive, spiked shell shell was bright green, as was his face, a pair of devil-like horns adorning his head, which also had a lock of fiery red hair on it. His gut had a roundness to it, the king fond of indulging, but it was tempered by the sheer MUSCLE the rest of his body sported, especially in his arms, legs, and tail. His thick neck had a spiked iron collar around it, and his arms sported metal bands around his shoulders and thick wrists.

He grinned toothily. Ludwig bowed, and in the shadows the women could see the other Koopalings, as well as Bowser Junior, also bowing before the dreaded King Koopa. He gestured, and they all stood up.

“Junior? Take the gang out for some pizza. My treat,” Bowser said in his deep, growling voice. “I can handle things from here.”

“You sure, Dad?” Junior said, his face smaller and less menacing compared to his father’s.

Bowser nodded. Junior shrugged, and gestured, the other Koopalings following him out of the throne room, all jeering at the nude princesses as they left. Ludwig was the last to leave, chuckling ominously.

Once they were all gone, Peach glared at Bowser. From time to time, she thought that there could be moments of genuine kindness in the Koopa King. Like when she had first introduced him to Bowser Junior. Right now, though, she doubted if she’d ever trust Bowser again after this.

“Finally decided to force the issue, didn’t you?” Peach snapped. “No marriages, no ceremonies… Just straight to the ‘good part.’”

Bowser, without a hint of shame, smirked. “Well, yes, but not in the way you’re thinking,” he said. When the women backed away, suddenly fearful, he cackled. “Relax. Lemme build up to it, first. I’ve got plenty of time.”

“We’ll see what happens when the brothers come for you!” Daisy said fiercely.

Utterly relaxed, Bowser smirked. “Assuming they can fight their way in. Considering I’ve removed all the axes near the bridges over lava pits, replaced most of the items in power-up blocks with Bob-ombs, and tracked down and BROKEN every warp whistle in the entire kingdom,” he said. He paused, and added, “Don’t know why I didn’t just do that in the first place… Ah well.”

The princesses listened with growing alarm. He’s never this thorough, Peach thought. We’re in real trouble this time.

“What are you up to?” Rosalina demanded.

“What’s with those new ships? Most of your assault vehicles are made of wood, aren’t they?” Pauline demanded as well.

Bowser just smirked, deciding to answer Pauline first. “The ships are a new project. A result of a partnership between myself and Dr. Eggman. I believe you remember him from the Olympic games we held with that other world?”

Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina looked visibly alarmed. Pauline, who’d only been a referee for a few matches, only knew of Eggman as a rather goofy mad scientist that Bowser got along with and had a thing for harassing animal people, so her expression was one of confusion.

Bowser chuckled. “It was an exchange of services, really. I help him by teaching him how to use magic, he helps me by loaning me technology and teaching me how to integrate it into my own forces,” he said. “As you can tell, it’s worked wonders.”

“At destroying my city!” Pauline snarled.

“Precisely,” Bowser said, sneering at her. “I know the brothers. They won’t stop until they’ve saved as many lives as they can. With the Badniks of Eggman that I’ve integrated into the army, that’ll take longer. That, plus the other efforts I’ve taken to delay them means I have more than enough time to have my fun. Which also brings me to tonight’s events. In fact…” He reached into his shell, pulling out a cellphone. Looking at it a moment, he smiled. “AH! Here we go. Eggman’s posted a new photo on his Villainbook page!”

“On his WHAT?” Peach asked.

“Interdimensional social media for villains,” Bowser said, going up to the princesses so they could see the image on his phone.

On it was a picture of a very buxom bat woman, bustier than all four of the women trapped in Bowser’s castle. She was naked and tied up on a plate, her eyes clearly showing she was dead, a glowing white crystal with her screaming face inside it nearby. The bat’s body was steaming and her skin was dark, as if she had been cooked, and Eggman, holding a carving knife, was grinning at the camera and making a V for Victory sign with the hand not holding the cell phone.

The caption read ‘One down!’

Bowser smiled. “I knew he’d love learning about how to steal the souls of his victims,” he said. He looked up, putting his cell phone away, and grinned. The four women were staring at him in horror, slowly backing away from him. “...Yeah, you can probably guess what’s coming next. Unfortunately for you ladies…” He snapped his fingers, cackling Boos coming out of the shadows and grabbing them, more appearing carrying the distinctively green 1UP mushrooms. “...This is just the appetizer!”

“NO!” Peach said, struggling in the grasp of the ghostly terrors. She tried to resist eating the mushrooms, realizing that Bowser intended to do more than just eat them, but the ghosts simply used their own intangibility to phase the mushrooms into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, and she gagged, swallowing the mushroom whole on reflex. She felt the distinctive green marking of an ‘extra life’ appearing on her left wrist, currently being held by a pair of Boos. Another 1UP was forced down her throat, Peach glancing over to see the other women in similar condition, being forcefed extra lives by the Boos. Once they were done, Bowser snapped his fingers, the Boos scattering as chains shot out of the ground, wrapping them to a stone pillar that grew behind each woman and forced them towards him.

Bowser smirked, licking his muzzle as his four main courses were forced towards him. A mixture of fear and defiance was in their eyes, all of them crying and glaring at Bowser with expressions of utter hatred. Unashamed and unafraid, Bowser sauntered up to all of them. Dirt had smudged their perfect skin, their toned, well-kept bodies roughed up from the kidnapping and the rough treatment the Boos had given them.

“Well…” Bowser said, grinning wickedly. “You honestly had to expect this at some point. After all, I’m part dragon. And dragons eat princesses.”

“You’re deviating from your diet, then,” Pauline teased, sneering at him despite her fear. “I’m a mayor, not a princess.”

Bowser shook his head. “Mayors are just elected royalty,” he said. “I don’t discriminate.” At Pauline’s scoff, Bowser looked affronted. “I don’t! I will conquer anyone, no matter their race or species, and I always treat my minions fairly. I even offer transition services.”

“...Seriously?” Pauline said, giving him an incredulous look.

Peach bit her lip. “I… may have based the royal guard’s dental plan on the one he has for the Koopa Troop,” she admitted, the other three women giving her shocked looks. “...Being a hostage is boring sometimes! Sometimes the cells I’m in have reading material. Like recruitment brochures,” Peach said defensively.

“I’m a literal tyrant,” Bowser said. “You really think my troops would stay with me if I DIDN’T have an amazing medical plan?”

“Oh…” Pauline said, fidgeting in her chains to try and get comfortable. “Um… Sorry?”

“No,” Bowser said, huffing. “No, you’ve offended me. And now you’re gonna get eaten first.” He wasn’t offended, honestly. He was in full control of the situation, and they couldn’t do anything to him. Pauline just made herself a target of convenience. He yanked the chains off of her, licking his muzzle again.

“No! No WAIT!!” Pauline shrieked. Before she could say anything else, Bowser’s mouth clamped down around her head. The Koopa King ignored the screams and pleas of the princesses as he started to devour Pauline, her fists hitting him uselessly as he slurped over her head.

“Mmmm, delicious,” he said around her head, eagerly lapping up her tears as he swallowed, taking her chest into his wide maw. He playfully gnawed on her breasts, Pauline wincing as he bit down into the soft, tender flesh there. She kicked her legs helplessly, Bowser savoring every bit of struggle as he devoured the helpless politician.

Pauline sobbed. She knew she’d be coming back, she was well aware of how 1UPs worked. But still, that didn’t prevent being devoured from being a terrifying experience. She could feel the fiery warm of Bowser’s gullet rushing up at her from his throat, feeling the warmth of the organs that generated his fire breath. At any moment, he could exhale, cooking her alive, and that just made things worse for her.

Bowser was silently glad Kamek had thought to cast a spell that prevented the women from peeing themselves in fear. That’d just ruin the flavor. It’d wear off eventually, but long after he’d had his fun. Which left him plenty of time to enjoy the terror of his treats. He thrust his tongue up between Pauline’s legs, the woman barely making a bulge against the spiked collar he wore, savoring the taste of her womanhood, making her squirm in fright. Mmmm, Mario has good taste in women, he thought, laughing inwardly at his own joke as he swallowed again, taking Pauline’s hips fully into his mouth, his chest starting to bulge at his human-sized meal.

Pauline whimpered as Bowser tasted her sex. She felt violated in so many ways tonight. And Bowser fully intended to do more to them. How he could top this particular humiliation was beyond her, but it left her frightened nevertheless. The heat was getting closer, and as he swallowed again, she found her face getting pushed into a caustic chamber full of acids, her screams becoming pained.

Just Pauline’s legs were left, kicking helplessly. Daisy was screaming the loudest, sending rage-induced threats Bowser’s way, while Peach was begging for Pauline’s life. Rosalina had been screaming at first, but she had stopped, her gaze going icy as she glared at the Koopa King. The utter coldness of her face just turned the brute on as he slurped up Pauline’s sexy legs like they were noodles, his stomach bulging out heavily as a full-sized woman was pulled into it. His gut was visibly thrashing as she started to get digested, Pauline’s whimpering just barely heard through the rolls of pudge already there.

“BBBBWWAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!!” Bowser belched, patting his stomach. “My, that was tasty!”

“FUCK YOU!” Daisy roared.

“Bowser… Please, don’t do this!” Peach sobbed.

“Stars damn your soul, Bowser Koopa…” Rosalina intoned.

Bowser patted her cheek condescendingly. “Little late for that,” he said. He glanced down, looking at Rosalina’s feet. “Hm…” He crouched down, Pauline getting smushed against the floor as he looked at the blonde star princess’s feet. “I just noticed… You got really dainty feet! I mean, Peach and Daisy got dainty feet, but they also got callouses like normal people from walking.” He stood up, smirking at her. “It’s because you float so much, ain’t it? Prissy thing, can’t just walk like normal people.”

“I do not do it because I feel superior!” Rosalina said, blushing and looking away. “I just…”

Bowser got in her face, deliberately huffing at her. To Rosalina’s dismay, she could smell Pauline on his breath. “What is it, then? You got sensitive feet or something?” When she refused to answer, he roared at her. “TELL ME!”

“I’m lazy, all right!?!” Rosalina admitted shamefully, tears streaming down her face. “Floating is… faster than walking…”

Bowser, still ignoring Daisy (who was struggling futilely in her chains) and Peach (who was starting to sag hopelessly), smiled pleasantly at Rosalina. “Now wasn’t that a load off?”

“Oh go fuck yourself and get a load off that way,” Rosalina cursed.

“Eh. Maybe once you’re all eaten,” he said, yanking Rosalina’s chains off and picking her up by the waist.

“Wait, what are you-” Rosalina said, gasping as Bowser shifted his grip and started eating her feet first, the Koopa King making a pleased noise as he slurped over those dainty, uncalloused heels, her toes wriggling as she struggled to push herself out of his grip.

Bowser waggled his eyebrows at her, and began to swallow her. To his mild disappointment, she didn’t have the meaty curves Pauline did. But that was okay. That just meant she was easier to swallow. And oooh, she was tasty. The cosmic magic that kept her from aging (but didn’t make her immortal) tingled on his tongue as he slurped her skinny legs, guiding her easily down his throat.

Rosalina was horrified at how easily she was sliding down the monstrous King Koopa’s throat. If she lived through this, she vowed to put on weight. Appearances be damned, the harder it was for someone to fit her down their throat, the better! “Please… Bowser, this isn’t right! Let me go!” she pleaded.

Bowser made a ‘nuh uh’ sound, muffled by the slim thighs in his mouth as he gulped again and again, pausing to lap between her legs for a few seconds. As much as he’d love to violate them all properly with his tongue, what he planned tonight made him oddly uncomfortable with doing little more than a token slurp to embarrass them. ...Shame, since Rosalina’s pussy tasted magnificent. And there was a surprising density to her, that skinny body hiding wiry muscles even firmer than Daisy’s, it seemed. That was surprising. And tasty.

Rosalina gasped at the slurp to her womanhood. “Is nothing sacred to you!?” she demanded, tears in her eyes as she desperately pushed at Bowser’s muzzle, slipping further and further down his throat. She pounded uselessly at his muzzle as she felt her feet join Pauline inside his belly, finally losing all her composure and starting to scream and sob openly as her chest was pulled into Bowser’s maw.

Again, that surprising density. And now that he thought of it, she had felt heavier than Daisy when he picked her up. That was surprising, but not unwelcome. He’d just get more of a meal out of the slim, easy to swallow noodle of a woman than he thought. Gulping once more, not bothering to gnaw on a chest that wasn’t there, he took Rosalina’s head into his mouth, her hands gripping uselessly at the sides of his maw to try and pull her out. He simply closed his jaws, biting her hands hard enough to make them slip in, Rosalina vanishing down his throat with a scream, his stomach bulging out even further, the heavy lump sagging as the struggling inside became even more intense.

Rosalina found herself pressed against Pauline’s body, the acids already starting to ravage the mayor’s curvaceous form. “I’m sorry, Pauline!” Rosalina cried out, which proved to be a mistake, as stomach acids got into her mouth. She whimpered, pushing and thrashing with all her might, trying not to hurt Pauline at first, but as the pain got worse she became less concerned with her, Pauline already past the point of caring about anything but her own freedom, both women weeping as they were digested.

“BBBBWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRB!!” Bowser belched again, smacking his lips as he licked his fingers like a gourmand. “Mmm. Delicious. Finely aged, with a rich, meaty flavor. Surprising density to the meat, too, yet very easy to swallow. Ten out of ten,” he said, patting his violently thrashing stomach.

“MONSTER!” Daisy roared. Peach just sagged in her chains, weeping.

“This is insane, Bowser,” she said. “You can’t think you’ll get away with this…”

“Honey, you have no idea how far ahead I’ve planned for this,” Bowser said. “You’ve LOST, honey. And in a few minutes, you and the flower girl here are about to lose some of those extra lives I had my spookies force feed you.” He blinked. “That’s a good idea, actually…” He snapped his fingers, and the chains surrounding both Peach and Daisy fell away. Before they could react, he grabbed them and forced them up against each other, so that their faces were touching. “Now kiss!” he teased before shoving them both in his widely stretched maw at the same time.

Both princesses blushed as they found themselves trapped in Bowser’s maw. They tried to push away, but the Koopa King’s grip was too tight on their hips. They could only get one arm free, and neither were in a position to do much.

“This is so gross!” Daisy groaned, blushing as she tried to turn her face away from Peach’s. Their lips were almost touching.

“I’m so sorry!” Peach wept, wincing as some of Bowser’s drool trailed over her face.

“Bah, you couldn’t have seen this coming,” Daisy said. “The brothers will come, do their thing, and we’ll make fun of him RUTHLESSLY at the next kart race.”

Peach just shook her head, not sure they’d make it to the next race at this rate. Bowser swallowed, his throat pulsing around them as the two were trapped in darkness, their breasts squishing together as they were swallowed up further.

Bowser was in bliss. This was truly a fantastic idea, eating them both at once. He had to unfasten his collar and toss it aside, the two making a substantial bulge in his neck, but it felt fantastic. Daisy’s muscle gave her a deep, rich flavor, while Peach’s ample curves held a slight peach taste to them. He knew that Peach liked things that smelled like her namesake, and her bodywash had infused that flavor into her skin, much to his delight. It was a wonderful combination of flavors, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Granted, he also couldn’t do much with their boobs with them sandwiched together like this, but he could fondle their asses as he pushed them down his throat. So that was fun.

Peach and Daisy blushed as their felt Bowser grab their butts, Peach’s squishier to the touch than Daisy’s more toned booty. They tried to say something, but their lips met, locking for a moment in a kiss as they were swallowed some more, wincing as their chests were pressed tightly into Bowser’s gullet.

Daisy, desperate to lighten the mood, stammered, “I g-guess we really are kissing cousins right now. The rumors are finally true!” She giggled nervously.

Peach tried to nuzzle her. “Daisy… If we get out of this… I actually do want to make love to you…” she said.

Daisy blushed brightly. “H-Huh?” she said.

“You’ve always been so kind of me… so supportive,” Peach said, almost whimpering the words. “I want to pay you back somehow…”

“WHOA!” Daisy said, unable to get her usual volume due to the compression on her lungs from her swallowed chest. “We’ll get out of this! Just think of the brothers, okay? They’ve never failed to save us before! Especially big hero Mario!”

“S-Sorry…” Peach said. “I’m j-just… so scared!”

Daisy felt the warmth coming up from beneath them, wincing as they were swallowed up to their butts. “...I don’t blame you,” she said, unable to come up with any words of comfort. She could feel their heads starting to push into the stomach, could feel the thrashing from Rosalina and Pauline beneath them.

Bowser groaned, waddling his heavily-laden self back up to his throne and sitting down, rubbing his belly delightedly as he chewed on the asses of Daisy and Peach. One was tight and buff, the other soft and chewy, and both felt wonderful in his mouth. He wondered, idly, if he could make chewing gum that felt that good to chew, and decided that princess booty could never be surpassed. It’s a shame, girls, but I have a belly than needs overstuffing. He swallowed again, sending those shapely rumps down his throat, leaving only the easy part, a quartet of legs, one pair soft, one pair strong, both with thick, luscious thighs that he slurped over lovingly as he gulped them down…

“Here it comes…” Daisy said, hugging Peach as best she could as she felt them both being swallowed fully, Bowser’s thick throat muscles easily pushing them into his massive gut. Almost immediately, they were assailed by acids as they were shoved roughly against Pauline and Rosalina. Any sense of camaraderie was quickly dispelled as the pain of the digestive juices quickly overwhelmed them, leaving Daisy and Peach screaming and thrashing inside the tight confines that kept them from moving.

It was an agonizing way to die. Slowly and painful, with Bowser’s massively overstretched gut crushing into them over and over. But for Bowser? Sitting on his throne with his massively overstuffed belly, spilling out over his lap and down past his knees, filled to the brim with princess meat? It was sheer bliss.

The feel of the women dying inside him, the movement of their desperate struggles slowly getting weaker and weaker, the lingering taste on his tongue… it was the greatest of pleasure, the Koopa King reaching under himself to jerk off his massive cock. Might as well make use of it, considering my plan, he thought, moaning and belching up a storm as the girls went quiet one by one. Pauline was the first to die, followed after by Daisy. Rosalina’s dense, slim muscles helped her last longer, but even she succumbed. And finally, Peach, weeping and sobbing, pounding futilely at his bellywalls, perished, becoming nothing more than meat to be processed.

He came hard as he felt Pauline start to get sucked into his intestines, her already softened form starting to get absorbed into his fat. “What a night,” Bowser said, panting happily, wiping his sticky hand off on the underside of his gut. “What a fun, fun night.” He stretched, and lay back on the throne, deciding to just sleep right there, his stomach churning and glorping throughout the night as it digested Peach and the others.

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The next day…

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A boomerang bounced off of Peach’s butt as she was startled awake, a pair of Boomerang Brothers there to guide the now revived foursome to Bowser’s throne room.

“What more can he do to us?!” Pauline demanded.

“Resist and you’ll find out what happens when you get him mad,” one of the Boomerang Brothers said, the turtle waving his trademark weapon at the four nude beauties. “Move.”

The will to resist all but digested out of them, the four women got up, huddling together again as they were escorted through the castle. Thankfully, there were no jeering minions this time, but they still kept together, any pretense of pride gone. They were just too afraid.

They were left alone in Bowser’s throne room with the king again. And to their mixed fear and annoyance, he was much fatter now. He’d developed a double chin, and his arms were thick with fat, straining against his armbands. His legs were thicker, and his gut hung heavily over waist. Even his butt looked bigger.

“Like the new look?” Bowser said, posing like a model. “You all contributed to it.”

“Whatever madness you have, get on with it,” Rosalina snapped, having no patience for his games despite her fear. None of the others could really blame her. The teasing from Bowser just made it worse.

“...Very well,” Bowser said, reaching into his shell. “Do you know what this is?” he said, pulling out a pink crown.

Peach blinked. “Wha… That’s the Super Crown!” she said.

Daisy frowned at her. “The what?”

“My secretary, Toadette uses it! It turns her into a lookalike of me,” Peach said. “I have her use it sometimes to fill in for me on diplomatic missions the guard deems too risky for me to go on myself.” She gave Bowser a confused look. “How did you get it?”

He snorted. “Power-ups copy themselves on an as needed basis,” he said. “And one time, Toadette needed to fill in for you to rescue you. Remember?”

Peach frowned. “The kidnappings all blur together at times…” she admitted, shaking her head.

Bowser chuckled. “That’s fair,” he said. “Now… Since you helped save the day that one time, I assume you remember what the cat bell did to me, right?”

Peach nodded, Rosalina nodding too. “It changed you into a cat instead of giving you a catsuit,” Peach said. And then she realized, a shocked expression appearing on her face, a grin appearing on Bowser’s. “Wait…”

Bowser nodded. “When I said I offered transition services for my troops… That means they’re also available… for me.” He put the Super Crown on his head. And he began to laugh, his deep booming laugh becoming smoother and sexier…

Before the shocked, frightened eyes of the women, Bowser changed. He first changed from a koopa male to a human female, his fat slimming away and becoming a wall of muscle. His moobs swelled outward, becoming firmer and rounder, gaining prominent nipples. His scales faded over everything except his tail, becoming dark, deeply tanned skin. His horns grew more prominent, and as his face became a lovely human face, his hair grew out into a long mane of red, a spiked ring binding it into a ponytail. His muscular legs and arms extended, his shell shrinking down into a more backpack-like form, his rump becoming smooth and shapely, rounder even than even Peach’s massive posterior.

He… now she, laughed, looking herself over, at her thick, clawed nails, at her luxurious body. “HOT DAMN!” she crowed. “I’m even sexier than I thought!” She flexed her powerful arms, and began to feel herself up. “Hmmm, if this is what skin feels like, I can take losing my sexy, invincible scales,” she cackled as she ran her hands over the titanic globes of her breasts, bigger than her head and dwarfing all four women at once.

Rosalina visibly pouted despite her fear at how blatantly inadequate she felt next to Bowser’s new form.

“Oh yeah…” the newly feminized Bowser said, “How do I look, ladies?”

“...Surprisingly hot,” Daisy said.

Bowser cackled, as the other three women gave the brunette incredulous looks.

“What?” Daisy said defensively. “Just because I’m in love with Luigi doesn’t mean I can’t find other people attractive.”

“She fucking KIDNAPPED US,” Pauline snapped. “INVADED MY CITY.”

“You see those tits, right? Dat ass? MMPH!” Daisy said, biting her lip and blatantly ogling Bowser’s new form. “Tell you what, in nicer circumstances I could really appreciate the way Bowser looks. Record something fun for Luigi’s birthday.”

“Please,” Bowser said. “Hot as I am right now, I’d blow that plumber’s brains out.” She said, flexing and kissing her biceps. “And it looks like all my fat from digesting you bimbos went to all the right places. HA!”

“Whatever you’re planning, Bowser, the brothers will stop you,” Peach declared, unable to think of anything else to say and cursing herself for it.

“Please,” Bowser said. “How boring. ‘The brothers will stop you.’ BAH. They can’t stop me.” A smirk crossed her face. “Oh. That reminds me…” she reached up to her head, deliberately going slow for dramatic effect. “Since I enchanted this Super Crown to make my transformation permanent, I think we should call me by a new name, hm?” She removed the Crown, tossing it aside. To the shock of the four captives, instead of reverting to normal, as what would normally happen if a power-up was released, Bowser remained in her female form.

“...You’re a woman forever now?” Peach said softly, confused and oddly fascinated.

“That’s right!” Bowser said. “You can call me BOWSETTE!”

At which point her breasts bulged out even further, her arms and legs, while remaining mostly muscular in appearance, fattened up and got saggy, her already impressive ass swelled out to something that had no hope of fitting into Bowser’s throne, and her belly suddenly bloated out and sagged down over her waist, her face plumpening up as well.

There was a brief silence, captor and captives staring at each other for a long moment. And then Daisy began laughing. Rosalina coughed, turning her face away to hide her smile, while Pauline joined Daisy in laughing.

Bowsette just sweatdropped while Peach, fighting back her own giggles, put forward her own guess. “Um… Perhaps the Crown maintained the slim look, and it took a few moments for it to wear off due to the enchantments? Usually, discarding a power up causes an instant reversion, but you mentioned you altered it…”

“Magic is a fucking comedian, I swear…” Bowsette muttered. “WHATEVER. Fat or skinny, I look great. And it doesn’t change the fact that you bitches are quite literally FUCKED!”

That got the laughter to die down, the four staring warily at the plump, heavy titan of a woman who was looming over them. Bowsette nodded, smirking. “That’s right, whores. You think I forgot, but I didn’t. Your sweet asses are mine, and I mean that literally.”

“You keep bragging about a plan,” Rosalina said in frustration. “But what is it?!”

Bowsette grinned demonically, showing off sharp teeth. “Simple. We’re going to have a contest! The four of you, competing against one another, for what I feel is the ultimate honor!” She waddled over to her throne, her ass jiggling with every step. She pressed a button and pulled out a box from a hole that appeared inside of it.

Inside the box was a crown, one with a green, spiked shell design.

All four of the captives got it immediately. Peach’s face fell, clearly showing how done with this shit she was.

“...You’re fucking kidding me,” Peach said, shocking her comrades by swearing.

“That’s right!” Bowsette said proudly. “You four are going to be competing for the right to be my QUEEN!”

TO BE CONTINUED...