Commission done for  EmeraldWuff

It was a sunny afternoon out at sea. After a failed day in the jungle, a member of King K. Rool's pirate crew lays on the deck of the ship. Groveling at his leaders feet, the relatively small crocodile begs for mercy. Dressed in nothing but brown shorts with a skull buckle and black wrist bracers, Kritter explains why he couldn't get one single banana from Donkey Kong's hoard. “Excuses, excuses, excuses!” Yells K. Rool, stomping his big feet furiously. With many Kremling's watching in anticipation, the obese crocodile king orders one of his followers to bring him his secret weapon. Sweating profusely, Kritter watches as K. Rool grabs some kind of wooden accordion.

Thinking his mighty leader was about to play a lovely song about forgiveness and hugs, the little crew member was sorely mistaken. With a great big PLUNK, K. Rool shoves the spout of the bellows right into the Kritter's mouth. Scared and confused, he flails his arms around and tries removing the spout. Alas, two of the muscly Kremling's grab his snout and clamp it shut – keeping it held tight for the punishment to come. Laughing maniacally, K. Rool flexes his biceps and starts pumping extremely fast. Puffing right up, the terrified crocodile watches himself inflate in the golden reflective mirror that is K. Rool's giant belly.

While the rest of the Kremling's laugh at the torture show, Kritter moans and blushes with embarrassment. Snapping the skull buckle off as his belt rips, the poor crew members shorts burst right off – swinging his tail around while his claws scratch along the floorboards. With a beach ball-shaped abdomen, it won't be long before he reaches the size of yoga ball. “Donkey, Diddy, and Dixie Kong have made a fool out of me for all these years... Why? Because of rubbish like YOU!” Shouts K. Rool, red in the face from sheer anger. “MMMPH!” Moaning harder, Kritter's eyes bulge from their sockets as his leader starts pumping even harder.

Losing control of his limbs, Kritter's arms and legs straighten out stiffly. Due to the remarkable size, his whole center mass has become unbearably large so, the poor crocodiles limbs begin retracting into his body – essentially disappearing into their own individual caves. Comically, all of the surrounding Kremling's back away nervously. Believing that their entertainment is turning into a bomb, they all appear to be quite scared except King K. Rool. Letting out high-pitched twangs, Kritter's ultra-tight scales are subtly getting lined with stretch marks. Feeling the total wrath of his leader, the gargantuan crocodile balloon is now the size of a whale with a silly popped belly button. Clearly on the verge of bursting, he whimpers even louder.

Keeping the crocodile blimp generally held in place, he wobbles and bobs around slowly. Marching over to Kritter's rear, K. Rool reaches into the darkness of his leg-pits and grabs his feet – tickling all over them. Laughing uncontrollably, the dangling bellows in Kritter's maw make him incredibly nervous – careful not to pump it by accident, as it would surely make him explode. Fidgeting hard, Kritter sobs in a muffled tone – desperate to release this harsh inner pressure. “Dawww, alright airhead, I'll let you go!” Ordering his two goons to release Kritter's snout – they send him whizzing off into a dramatic spiral through the sky. Flying off back towards the jungle, K. Rool expects for his second chance to be a successful one, or else... THE END