We all know about Johnny Thunder, the famed archeologist who suddenly gained five hundred pounds in a single day, right? Well after his last adventure in the far east, he decided to settle down and start a family. His latest descendent, Josh Thunder is the star of this story, although considering this is a Sumotember oneshot that's probably not a good thing, for him anyways.

"Where did all these dinosaurs come from anyways? It's not like some secret organization was cloning them using frog DNA or an alien overlord from a whole other series has been bringing them from the past and was also responsible for Atlantis sinking." Tracer Tops remarked.

"Who knows, maybe someone opened a door into the past and it led to a bunch of dinosaurs coming out." Chuck Jenkins, or Stego as he was often nicknamed theorized. "Although if that were the case we should only be seeing species from a specific period rather than just all the popular dinos at once."

Rex Tyrone was about to make a joke about how Lego's target audience wouldn't care until he realized that was exactly how Pharaoh's Quest came to be. "Alright let's stop with the fourth wall breaking and bag some reptiles!"

Armed with tranquilizer darts and nets, the team set off. Josh himself was able to bag fourteen raptors in thirty minutes, or at least he would if there weren't only four around. "Usually we'd be swarmed by dinos by now. Uh, now that I'm complaining, less work for us!" Chuck mumbled. "Do you think they've finally stopped coming?"

"I doubt it, we still don't know the cause of all this." Josh replied. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Have lunch?"

As the team were arguing on whether or not to take a break, a figure slinked over to their picnic basket, placing some pitch black cupcakes inside before shuffling off. "Well alright, but just a short lunch break, guys." Josh declared, picking up the basket.

"I call dibs on the cupcake!"

"Hey there's one for each of us, Tracer."

The team each took one, not noticing that same figure eying them from the bushes. Just the scent was enough for the dinosaur hunting team to immediately gorge away. Their own eyes turned a dark purple the moment they finished, groaning as they dug through the basket for more food. Josh took a bite out of a single banana, but from how his belly started swelling it might as well have been a doughnut.

Rex was chugging away at coffee as his own gut sloshed around in his soft lap. Tyrone meanwhile munched away at a pack of crackers with brie as his thighs broke out of his tight pants. The four seemed to be plumping up from regular foods, or was it an effect from the cupcakes? Their bellies all squished together but they didn't seem to care at all.

"Oooh, I remember my great granddad saying something about getting huge back in his day. The last time I saw him he was already a thousand pounds, he had to get one of those belly wheels." Josh groaned, rubbing his round belly with his flabby arm. "Oh man, I wasn't even hit by a cursed dragon statue."

Tyrone would have laughed at the leader's predicament if a surge of weight gain didn't hit him, causing him to tumble over. "Ack! What happened to us?!" He squeaked, their eyes all turned back to normal by this point. "God I'm a blimp!"

Tracer was at a loss for words, all he could do was slap around his bubble butt. Rex however had other ideas, before anyone else knew it he belly bumped Josh. "Looking good."

"H-hey! Watch where you flaunt that thing!" The bloated leader squeaked, his belly jiggling upon impact. "Ugh, hey what's that in the bushes?"

He waddled as fast as he could to where the figure hid, only for it to vanish in a puff of purple smoke. "Weird, there's been a lot of purple figures appearing lately. All vanishing before someone bloats up."

"So someone's planning to fatten up random people? Sounds like a dumb plan if you ask me." Tracer remarked, crossing his flabby arms across his moobs. "Not even to eat us, just to leave us fat?"

No one had an answer. "Well since there's still no other dinosaurs around, uh. I think I'll just take a nap or something. I feel weirdly tired after that cupcake." Josh groaned, his eyes drooping.

Rex and Tyrone quickly grabbed him before he fell over, the three all jiggled as their leader sloshed against them. "Ugh, this fatty expects us to carry him?"

It appeared so, but as he dreamt, Josh was met with none other than Johnny. He was now a massive pile of pure blubber by this point, sloshing from even the slightest touch. "Whoa.. What happened to you, great granddad?"

"Urrp, it's a long story." Johnny belched, sloshing further as Josh climbed up to his face. "Apparently this guy called Oz will explain everything to us in time. Something about a weird woman named Banquetta. She's gotten you too it seems. Urrp."

Josh didn't know what else to say, but the flab was oddly comfortable. "Eh, I guess I might as well enjoy this. Urrp. Excuse me." He yawned, curling up on Johnny's soft fat. "Where will she strike next? What does she even want?"