So some of you may know about Netflix's newest (as of August 18 2023) release of the Monkey King, whose villain is the fabulous Dragon King. For those who don't, the trailer reveal the trim Dragon King would become a monstrous, morbidly obese kaiju. And a day or so before the movie's release, the Dragon King's villain song "Take the World by Storm" was released, revealing how the DK would become his kaiju form. Sufficied to say there just wasn't enough grautious gain to go around, though his fat face and fattening hand was pretty hot. So, anyways, I decided to write out the scene as I would have seen it done, to do the growth of the Dragon King even just a little justice.


.:Rated general for:.
>Sponge Inflation
>>Water to Fat
>Growth
>>Macro
>Minor Self Worship

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Word Count: 1557

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Take the World by Storm Redux

“I’m taking the world by stoooorrrrmmmm!”

This was it, his finest moment, his greatest triumph. The Dragon King swam through the magical tornado his machine had wrought, bubbles brushing his neck fur as his victory was nearing its crescendo. Now, at long last, the world would be his and his alone as he rose higher upwards into the heart of the whirling storm. “Fortune favours the brave! So baby I’m making waves!” he sang, magical energies surging through the water.

“So big they’ll be! Come! The! NOOOOORRRRRMMMMM!!!”

Water and bubbles surged into his open maw, the liquid flooding into his mouth and filling his cheeks. Both sides of his face swelled with water, fattening it until his cheeks bloated as big as his head. They jostled and gurgled from the magical water, bouncing against his face as his chin stretched downwards from the tremendous flood of water. The Dragon King’s eyes glowed an insidious red as his cheeks wobbled, and in one motion he gulped, pulling the water deep into him. The power! The power he had deserved to have all along was his as more liquid poured into him, his neck thickening as he gulped it all down. His wafting hands waved in the water, their scaly flesh rippling as they swelled, his thickening digits and palms jiggling as his rings exploded off his enormous fingers. His bracelet dug into his wrist, the frail metal splitting from the sudden and generous expansion of his arms, his frail thin arms inflating like water balloons. They jostled as eagerly as his hands did, growing thicker and flabbier as the mighty Dragon King took the world by storm. His swollen limbs rippled like the churning waves, pulling at his gorgeous robe’s sleeves as they filled them. The mighty aquatic demon was almost ready to stop, to bask in his glory, but he couldn’t be stopped now as the shoulder of his sleeve tore open a slight hole, his plump blue scales shining through it. The Dragon King bore a toothy grin as he basked in the power his machine offered him, filling him and then some.

Still not done, his chest rose to meet him, his rapidly inflating moobs bulging against his robe, their upper globes poking out the neckline and pushing up against his gorgeous mane. They tore the fine fabric with ease, inflating past many cup sizes until their sloshing mass tickled at his chin with their comfortable, almost pillow-like girth. Tearing the upper hem of his robe, they were quickly aided by a rising mass from further below, the bulk of his power now pooling into his stomach at a frightening pace. It bulged and blorped around his tightening sash, his figure like an hourglass from the tiny belt holding in a raging storm. The Dragon King’s scaly middle strained against the sash as it filled out his outfit at a frightful pace, holes swiftly appearing and disappearing just as quickly once plugged by his lardened mass. With a muffled TWANG his belt was gone, lost in the storm as his belly bounced from the sudden force, yet still ballooning outwards, tearing his outfit apart as the abyssal despot swelled faster and faster. The front of his robe bursting apart as his rippling gut tore it to pieces, his sides piling it on just to keep up with the constant expansion of his immense belly that roared like the tides. Billowing and churning with menace, his gut swelled larger and fatter and jigglier, a slight crease forming in the sides if and just to have something different from a taut belly rising faster than baking dough. The aquatic demon could help but brush his plump hand against it, great appreciation for the size felt in his jaded heart as more bouncing mass added to it, dominating most of his long body. He had never thought himself a fine figure for a fat man, but even the Jade Emperor was portly and soon the Dragon King would have a gut to rival his! The demon couldn’t help but relish in that and his bulging body that would waft and wave like his beloved ocean. Every move, every turn of his magnificently expanding figure turned the oceans, the waves growing more violent in the wake of his every growing power.

Stretching his flabby arms outwards, the Dragon King drank in the incredible feeling of his outfit, his most favourite one, splitting apart from the front all the way to the back, waves upon waves of blubber piling onto his own back as the beast’s enormity was becoming vastly more apparent even as he tread water on his noticeably skinny legs. But skinny no more were they as they ballooned just like his arms did, his thighs merging with his titanic mountain of a gut. And so as the front came the back, mass finally building upon the demon’s rump, growing thicker and plumper, rounding and sagging until they were just as heavy as the rest of him, yet somehow even more gelatinous and jiggly. Their flab, and the rest of his tremendous form wobbled and broiled like the stormy seas his maddened dreams had born. And as the beast’s robes was turning to ribbons in the vortex, the Dragon King could only look skyward as he could feel more water pouring into him, his neck bloating into a thicker, gelatinous gullet as his form grew like his storm. “SO WATCH ME RISE UP!” he sang loudly, a newly grown chin bouncing with his melodious tune.

This would be where his minions would be heard singing, but from the perspective of the demon their chorus was drowned by the crashing waves of his body, still growing larger, and plumper and somehow even more wobbly by the second. Gyrating in the middle of the typhoon, the Dragon King’s robe fluttered as if surrendering to his engorged form, his tremendous gut surging outwards and breaking what few threads in the front were left, while his avalanche of a back had finished off the back. Now lost to the waves, the water dweller’s sloshing form was exposed to the world at large as it gyrated freely, his tail thickening behind him and swishing through the waves, its frilled tip expanding like a fan that cut the water like a knife. The Dragon King’s bulk continued to fill the tornado, rising up and beyond the waves as his head rose higher, his neck now thickened into its own mass of gelatinous flab to rival his moobs, with his mane as its crown. The beast’s body surged such he would be better measured in yards than in feet, his enormous thighs pressing together against the heft of his gut, his moobs drumming the upper hemisphere of his middle while bouncing freely in the storm. His swishing rump pounded as he swung about, his growing form and outlandishly bloated figure playing to his own, sinister tune as his might could no longer be denied.

“OPEN THE SKIES UP!”

His voice was louder than ever, almost cutting through the storm as the lardy behemoth swirling in the water, his shadow rising in the middle of the tornado as his gut brushed against his swollen-yet-tiny knees. The ripple carried through him like a thunderclap, his body and the storm practically one as his bingo wing arms brushed against his spherical sides. His massive moobs jostled as he breathed in deeply, pulling in even more water and one long draw of air as the behemoth began to tower over the waves, rising at an obscene rate as the tornado had to expand just to account for his girth.

“AND TAKE THE WHOLE DRIED WOOOOORRRRRLLLLLDDDD!”

His call was powerful, and deepening as he could feel the last dregs of power filling him, his enormity his own and so utterly, depravedly delicious as he was reaching a size to rival the gods. A size no one, not even that stupid monkey would be able to challenge. A size befitting only him, especially when he had a chance to be alone so he could… explore himself some more.

“BY STOOOOOOORRRRRRRMMMMMMM!!!”

The Dragon King burst from the tornado, his flabby, bloated figure jostling violently and blubber sloshing louder than any thunder crash as he stood a titan among mere mortals. He laughed madly at the terrified cries of the villagers; so puny now they were, and him so deliciously massive. The Dragon King couldn’t help but cop of a feel of his insanely voluptuous form, his tail wagging in deranged excitement and pleasure as he approached his soon-to-be victims. Oh, to be so titanic was beyond his wildest dreams; so he deeply hoped none would wake him so he could enjoy the mass, and the power. No one would call him small now, and how could you deny the terror wrought when his enormous rump clapped with the force of lightning? They brought a whole new meaning to the idea of drowning in the waves as he waddled through the waves to the puny hill and even punier village before him, his fat face stretched into a wide and evil smile that mutated into an evil laugh, the air filling with the force of his slapping lard.

“SALUTATIONS DRY-LANDERS! WHO WANTS THE HONOUR, OF DROWNING FIRST?!”