“Is the spell ready Kamek?” Bowser grumbled. His top magikoopa promised him a new spell to make him stronger than ever.

“Y-Yes sir. I’m ready to cast the spell.”

“Then stop wasting my time and get on with it.”

“Yes sir.” Kamek pointed his wand at Bowser “Perusio Mushio.”

A small bolt of energy shot out and struck Bowser. He took a deep breath as the energy spread throughout his body. He could feel more powerful than ever.

“Well done Kamek. Now let’s test this spell.”

Kamek waved his wand and produced a mushroom, which the king quickly grabbed and devoured. As the mushroom took effect on Bowser, the magikoopa marveled at his spell’s work. The king didn’t grow much, but enough to be very noticeable.

“As you know sir, Mario can use mushrooms to heal his wounds as well as grow in size in some cases. With this spell, you can now do the same. Though I wish you would have permitted me to test the spell first.”

“Do you see the spell not working Kamek?”

“Well, no sir.”

“Then everything’s fine. What else is on the agenda?”

“Well sir, you said you wanted to oversee the goombas basic training today.”

Before Kamek could continue, a goomba burst through the door and immediately tripped. He rolled across the floor, and right into Bowser. The goomba bounced right off his king’s leg and stumbled to his feet. Bowser immediately set the goomba’s helmet on fire out of anger.

“Watch where you’re going next time!”

The goomba ran out of the room, screaming his head off. Bowser opened his mouth to say more, but it quickly became a yawn. His felt his body pull down as he exhaled. He became lightheaded and sat in his throne.

“Ugh. I feel tired.”

“W-Well sir, the mushroom wore off. That might be why.”

“Wore off?”

“It makes sense sir. Anytime Mario was hit, his mushroom affect wears off almost immediately. I assumed the same would happen to you.”

“Why did you not warn me?!”

“I asked to test the spell first, but you insisted on trying before I could.”

Bowser stood up, upset his new size wore off so fast.

“Continue to work on the spell Kamek. I’m getting lunch.”

“Yes sir.”

Bowser walked out of his throne room and down a long corridor. In front of him was the entrance to his kitchen. Inside were a number of koopas and goombas with chef hats on. They were always at the ready to make food for him. One of the koopas walked forward and bowed.

“Good day sir. What can we do for you today?”

“The usual plate of fish!”

“Yes sir!” The koopa then turned to the group of minions “You heard the king! Fish! Lots of it!”

A couple goombas fired up the grill, while a couple koopas went to grab some fresh cheep-cheeps from the river out back. Bowser sat down in his chair, while a few goombas pushed a table towards him. One of the goombas slipped and bumped into the king koopa’s leg. He scrambled back when it went unnoticed. Bowser had a familiar yawn that pulled his body inward. He adjusted his seating position. It felt oddly looser the usual.

After a couple minutes, the grilled cheep-cheeps were brought out on a giant plate before the king. The fish piled high. The smell filled Bowser's nostrils. He licked his lips in anticipation. He picked up the first cheep-cheep and brought it towards his mouth. It was a bit larger than the usual fish that lived in the river, but he wasn't going to argue with good fortune. He shoved the first part of his lunch into his mouth and swallowed hard. He gave a sigh of enjoyment as the first fish settled into his stomach. His minions went back to their kitchen duties, while a few goombas stayed in case he required anything.

Down to his last few fish, Bowser liked to rest his feet and relax after a good meal. This meal in particular, was more filling than his average lunch. His size gave him a hunger to match. At least, that's what he's thinking for now.

“I need my footstool.”

A few goombas pushed a footstool out from under his chair, which leveled his feet to his liking. They accidentally pushed a little too far, and Bowser's feet were on the edge of the footstool. The goombas pushed the footstool back a little. One of them brushed his head against the king's feet when pushing, and didn't notice.

Down to the last cheep-cheep, Bowser yawned. It was a strong enough yawn that he closed his eyes for a moment. When his eyes opened, he noticed that the cheep-cheep was bigger than before he lifted it up. It was also a bit heavier. He managed to swallow the last part of his lunch. He rubbed his stomach, which was now filled with lots of fish. He got out of his chair, and looked at the minions in the room.

“Tell the cooks they did good. I'm going to take my after lunch nap.”

“Yes your highness.”

Leaving the kitchen, Bowser began to make his way to his bedroom for a nap. On his way, a number of goombas brushed by his legs. A higher ranking koopa barked orders at them and they ran off to wherever they were told to go. Bowser yawned, he was too tired to yell at anyone. He just wanted his nap. Right when he pushed the doors to his room open, Kamek walked up behind him.

“Sir, I think I found a way for the mushroom spell to give you more permanent growth.”

“Good, we can discuss that matter after I have taken my nap. Anything else?”

“Yes sir, just reminding you that you were going to oversee the goombas training.”

“I will handle these things after my nap. I have had the largest plate of fish I think I have ever had.”

“Very well sir, enjoy your nap.”

Bowser walked to his bed, laid in it, and pulled the covers over himself. His bed felt so massive and comfortable. It always did after a good lunch. He didn't care that his door was still open, or that one of his arms was hanging off the bed. He fell asleep before he could try to care.

Walking through the halls to training, one little goomba was making his way to training. He heard that the king was going to be there, so he was waddling as fast as he could. He noticed the doors to the king's bedroom was open. Odd, since he rarely leaves the door open.

The little goomba poked his head in, and heard the familiar snore of his king. He noticed one of his arms was hanging off the bed. The king always complained when his whole body isn't covered in his blanket. Not wanting to deal with a grumpy king, the goomba hobbled over to the bedside, and began pushing the arm onto to bed. As heavy as the king was, the goomba knew he had to try and get the arm comfy. As he pushed the arm up, he could feel it getting higher up on the bed. After a few minutes of pushing, he could hear the king snoring a bit softer, and his arm was on the bed. The goomba walked out the bedroom, and back to training, knowing he probably made the king very happy.

Bowser woke up, feeling very lightheaded for some reason. He shook it off, and swung his legs around to get off his bed. Only he didn't feel the floor at all. He stretched his feet out to stand up, and fell straight to the floor. His foot caught on his blanket, and pulled it down with him.

“Ugh. What happened? Why is everything so big?”

Bowser looked around, trying to get a sense of scale. He began walking around his room. He saw the life-size statues of himself and Bowser Junior that he had his minions create. His statue was towering! It was more massive then himself, which he never remembered making it that big. Looking to his son's statue, he was the same height.

Bowser began to realize what was going on. Somehow, he had shrunk to the size of his own son. He stumbled back in shock. He bumped against his door, opening it just a bit. Looking through, he was mortified. The koopas were almost as tall as he was, and the goombas were at his shoulders.

“I'm as small as my own minions? I need to find Kamek and make him figure this out.”

Bowser took a step outside, then quickly stepped back in and shut the door.

“I can't be seen like this. They would never respect me again if they saw me at this height. I need a plan.”

The pint-sized king paced by the door, trying to think of a way to get to Kamek without being noticed by his own minions.

“Maybe an invisibility spell, or even one of my secret paths, but none of those lead to Kamek, wherever he is right now. Maybe-”

Bowser's thoughts were cut off when he heard a goomba outside the door, trying to to open the door. Bowser quickly dove under his bed, and backed up as much as he could. The door creaked open, and the goomba stepped inside, followed by a few more. The goombas walked over to Bowser's private bathroom, which the door was always left open. After a moment, he could hear the water running. The goombas were making a bath for themselves!

“They think they can use my bathroom?”

Bowser got out from under the bed, and grumpily walked over to the bathroom. The last goomba had hopped into the tub. Bowser was about to open his mouth to shout, when he couldn't get his mouth to make any sound. The tub was much larger at this size. It had nearly doubled for him. He looked over to the step stool the goombas used to get in. He kept it for getting Junior in the tub. He listened to the goombas as he tried to think of a plan.

“Man. I wish we could do this every day.”

“You know we can't. Lord Bowser would have our hides.”

Bowser placed a hand against the step stool. It slid and make a creaking sound. The goombas immediately went quiet. He then heard the sloshing of water, and saw them scramble out of the tub, and to the bedroom door. The last one out of the tub, bumped Bowser on landing. Bowser fell behind the stool, and out of the goomba's sight. He rubbed his head as he heard the bedroom door close.

“Alright. Forget trying to hide. I'll just wait for dinner time, then sneak off to Kamek's room.”

Bowser walked out of the bathroom. He rubbed his head again, thinking the goomba bumped him harder than he thought. He looked up at his still giant statue and then looked up at his son's statue. He now only met the statue of his son at the neck.

“I shrank even more? You have got to be kidding me!”

Bowser walked over to his bed, and saw his blanket on the floor. He wrapped himself around it. He figured a quick nap would do him well. He just wanted a moment to relax and think.

“How can I get to Kamek? I'm half the size of my own son. At this point, I'm probably smaller than goombas.”

It was right then Bowser had his epiphany. He sprang up from the blanket.

“The goomba training! Kamek will be there, and he can fix this.”

Bowser ran to his door, and opened it to a cloth-covered cart blocking him in.

“Hurry up soldiers! We need these helmets on training goombas pronto!”

Without thinking, Bowser climbed under the cloth, and hid under a few helmets. They were only a little smaller than his shell, and one of them sat atop of it. He peeked outside the cart to see what was going on. In the back, some goombas were pushing the cart. In the front, a lone goomba was steering it. Standing up on one of the helmets, Bowser could get a decent idea of how he now sized up to the other goombas now. They were roughly about the same size, give or take a bit. He reached out, but didn't touch the goomba.

“What would he say if he saw me at this size?”

Suddenly, the helmet Bowser was standing on slid forward. Bowser fell against the goomba's back, and became very dizzy. Everything went dark. He stood up and tried to feel around for where he was, then stood still when he heard booming voices.

“What happened?”

“Nothin' important. One of the helmets fell out. I'll toss it back in.”

Bowser was blinded as light suddenly flooded his view. After a moment, his eyes adjusted. In front of him was a wall of brown. Turning around, he saw the helmet that was once on his back, now back on the cart. Yet, it was much larger now. Large enough to cover shrunken king completely. Looking back to the supposed wall, it dawned on him that it was no wall. It was a goomba, and it was twice his size! Bowser backed up in horror, and fell on top of the cloth that covered the helmets. He slid back down into the cart as it bumped along the corridor. He landed right inside the bowl of a helmet. He managed to get his hands on the edge to pull himself out when the cart came to jarring stop. He fell down even deeper into the pile of helmets, out of sight as the cloth was pulled off.

“Alright soldiers! Everyone get a helmet, or you're gonna wish you had one.”

As Bowser fumbled around, trying to find a way to hide before he was found. He slipped and fell through a small hole. He got up and tried to see where he was, but he was instantly shoved under the cart by a mob of goombas that didn't even see their king was among them. Bowser got up again and leaned against the wheel. A huge blast of wind smacked his face. He walked mindlessly as he tried to get the dirt out of his face.

“So many things going wrong today.”

The shrunken king koopa had finally gotten the dirt off of his face when he walked into a brown wall. He cursed at himself for walking into another goomba. He looked up to see he wasn't completely correct.

“I got knocked down by the foot of a goomba?!”

The goomba's foot was the same height as Bowser himself. He punched the foot in frustration, and was responded with the foot instinctively swinging at him. He landed on his back, and quickly got up. For the first time, he watched as his minions grew before his very eyes. His army of goombas all looked like they had taken Mega Mushrooms. It finally dawned on him.

“So when I touch a goomba, it happens.”

“Alright soldiers! Fall in!”

Bowser could feel and see dozens of giant goomba feet on approach. He swallowed nervously.

“Uh oh.”

It would be another few hours before Kamek would find Bowser via a location spell. The poor king was found stuck to the bottom of a goomba's foot. Bowser locked himself up in his bedroom until Kamek could find a way to reverse his new curse.

His soldiers however, had a new way to mess with their king, at least for now.