Not Feeling So Swell Pt.I [w/ Story]

I wanted to do another Don Karnage pic and another blueberry pic so I combined them . Also below is a story that goes along with the story on how Don came to be in this predicament. Please read it.

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By the time Don had realized the mistake he made, it was too late to correct this foolish mistake. He quickly made his way to his office and shut the door quickly, followed by a quick succession of clicking deadbolts. The panic still clawed at his mind even though he was safe from eyes, wondering how long this time it'd last? An hour? More? Longevity of the product concerned Don as he sat down in his chair and tried to calm him.

All of this from something as simple as one small confectionery. Just one little spherical piece of sugar with a hard shell saturated in an vegetable blue dye, caused Don Karnage's panic. This sweet culprit came from an odd gift Don received earlier today.

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Ever since establishing a new land base on a small tropical island, Don and his crew had been receiving mail of all sorts, it was a common occurrence although normally it wasn't much of anything: threat letters, airplane magazine subscriptions, junk mail, and fan mail. The latter was always read by Don much to his delight. He often received a deluge of letters of fans young and old detailing their love of the rogue aviator, and he made sure to write back any that he could.

But today he got a very different type of mail. Early that morning he made his walk down to the shore where a postman would often dock as he made his deliveries to the islands by boat. But as the old dock appeared in his view along with the familiar dark blue postal boat, Don saw along with the small bundle of mail a rather large package. As he approached the dock he looked to the mailman with an inquisitive look, "What'z with ze package? I didn't order anyzing."

The mailman shrugged as handed the stack of mail to Don, "It has your name on it Mr. Karnage. It's pretty light though."

Receiving a package confused Don, but at the same time who was he to refuse a gift? His letters sometimes had little gifts attached to them, but usually it was drawings or a little candy. But what could be in the box? It was about as big as a watermelon and nowhere near as heavy as one. The ends were neatly duct taped all around and the writing was neatly typed. He took it back to the base, pondering what it could be.

Back in the base Don took the mail to the hangar where he finally couldn't wait any longer. Placing the letters aside, he took the box and quickly undid the tape. He looked in the periphery to see if any of his crew was around, Don wanted to make sure that whatever was inside he saw first. When Don opened up the package, he found a miniature sea of packaging peanuts which he parted in order to dig out the treasure.

In his paws, Don lifted up a pot-bellied glass jar filled with candies inside. Yet again, more sweets for the air corsair which Don didn't mind at all. The hard candies reflected the light off their hard shells, gleaming a deep indigo hue. Don looked around the hangar. Don fortunately was the only one still inside which was perfect because he had the tendency to hog any candy gifts for himself.

The only thing left inside was a letter addressed to him, writing in neat, blue, cursive handwriting. Without even looking at the name, Don knew it was from a fangirl; the cutesy hearts that replaced the dots over the "i"s and "j"s gave that away.

Don read the letter in a mumble to himself,
"Dear Don,
I hope you enjoy these candies, I made them myself. You're one of my favorite childhood characters and who else to give my first batch but to you? If you do end up writing me back, just remember to tell me how the candies were. I can't wait to see how you like them! Be careful out there
Love, Lesley"

"How cute," Don chuckled to himself as he opened the glass jar, "Well, I can't zay no to a request like zis."

He took one of the blue candies and popped it into his mouth. Despite its hard exterior it was very soft and chewy. Under his powerful fangs, the candy cracked and released it's strong flavor of ripe blueberries.

Don smiled happily as he finished the piece of candy, it was a refreshing taste from the normal gifts of dollar-cheap chocolates and restaurant mints.

"Mmm, très délicieux!" Don exclaimed as he licked his fangs for any pieces of candy that stuck to his canines. But as he did so, he noticed his tongue was already coated completely blue from the food dye.

His stomach suddenly gurgled. Don put a hand to it and gave a raised eyebrow to it. He hadn't eaten anything yet that day he must've been hungry.

"Well az much az I'd like to eat thiz all for breakfast but I have a slab of bacon with my name on eet," Don said as he looked at the candies and set them back down on the table and made his way to the kitchen, already fixing his belt buckle to make way for breakfast.

He headed out of the hangar to enter the main part of the building where the kitchen lay. Don strolled down the stairs into the hallway where the kitchen laid on the opposite side, but then noticed an anomaly. He had been gripping the stair rail on the way down and wasn't paying attention when he reached the end and smacked his left hand on the baluster crown on the end. He recoiled his hand away in pain but noticed that his hand was taking on a purplish tint.

There was no way he bruised his hand that hard hitting the crown and it was encompassing his entire hand. He stopped and looked in confusion, slight wonder and slight worry as the splotches start to spread across his fur. The purplish tint because a dark indigo hue like the blue candies he got. Don rolled up his arm cuff and to his concern, his fur around his wrist was turning blue too. The blue hue slowly but surely was spreading up his arm. Don looked to his right hand and the same thing was happening. Don quickly turned into a bathroom and shut the door quickly and faced the mirror to inspect the rest of himself. Next his swishing tail started to turn blue as the color spread from his extremities to his torso. In only a minute, it had already covered Don entirely from the neck down and like a spider was creeping up his nape quickly. Don's distress sounded in his whisper, "What iz going on?!"

He pulled at his coat collar as he watched the blue climb up his neck like an incoming tide. First around his whole neck, then his muzzle, nose, eyebrows, inside his ears before it finally completes dying the air pirate in blue by circling down around his eyes.

Another stomach growl sounded and a lightbulb went off in Don's head. He knew what was happening. In an anxious gasp, he whispered to himself, "I have to get to my office!"

Sticking his head out into the hallway, he checked for anyone before bolting up a near flight of stairs. If his crew saw him like this, he'd never live it down.

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And Don found himself again in his chair after remembering all of this. Another loud abdominal rumble broke him of this as he saw slowly his stomach begin to rise. After seconds it already was beginning to push at his coat and belt, trying to make more room for itself. Don put a hand to it, poking it with a finger. It was like a water balloon slowly being filled with a hose. Already, Don's body took to an odd bowling pin shape, his waistline bulging out.

Suddenly, Don felt his face getting a bit heavy. He put his hands to his cheeks and felt them puff out as well. Standing up and out of his chair, Don Karnage looked into a mirror hanging on the western wall of his office but quickly looked away in self-humiliation. He looked like a slowly inflating water balloon, and felt the same way too. Already his belly was spilling over his pants which were being pulled taught by his growing thighs and legs.

It only took took minutes before his belly became big enough that his feet slipped out of view, slowly filling with more of whatever liquid was making Don bloat so much. Don tried to reach for his belt to undo it because it was starting to cause pain in constricting at his waistline. Unfortunately, he found out that his belly became to big to even reach over.

Slowly his upper torso started to bloat up as well, making him look like a fat blue pear. Next the swelling started in his arms as they puffed up. Don muttered to himself, "Oh no, not my arms too!"

Then he looked at his fingers which he could clearly see start to blimp at the ends. He wriggled his fat digits around as a taste started to come up in his mouth as his cheeks continued fattening. Once again Don's tongue was saturated with the strong taste of ripe blueberries.