King Dedede sprang up from slumber, his eyes snapping open to reveal a bizarre sight—countless translucent, jelly-like beings swarming around him. He huffed in surprise and annoyance, the familiar grip of his hammer in hand providing a small comfort.

King Dedede: [Shocked] "What in the—? Where am I? Who are these squishy interlopers?"

Without hesitation, he swung his mighty hammer at the nearest jelly, expecting to splat it into oblivion, but it agilely dodged the strike with an uncanny fluidity.

King Dedede: [Angry] "Stay still, you wobbly nuisance!"

However, his frustration was short-lived, as he felt the cool touch of the jelly-like beings converging on his body. In desperation, he tried to swipe them off, but they clung on stubbornly, beginning to dissolve into his skin.

King Dedede: [Alarmed] "Unhand me, you—"

He stopped short, feeling his body starting to swell as if pumped by unseen bellows. His usual penguin-like stoutness rapidly gave way to a round, inflated form. He tried to speak again, to call for help or to command the jellies to cease, but they enveloped his face cheeks, creeping over his regal beak, muting his words into muffled protests.

King Dedede: [Muffled, distressed] "Mmmph... Nnngh!"

Whimpers escaped him as he felt the eerie sensation of one of the jelly beings slithering down his throat, its coolness contrasting sharply with the warmth of his insides. Panic squeezed his swelling chest as his voice became a cacophony of stifled noises.

King Dedede: [Whimpering, barely audible] "H-hmmph... Ghhk!"

Struggling for control, his limbs extended from the exertion, King Dedede attempted to assert his regality, his authority—even now, as he was forced into a state of vulnerability. With every passing moment, he inflated further, his royal attire stretching at the seams.

Eventually, much to his chagrin, he was left hovering, his rotund body softly bobbing in the air, his hammer slipping from his grasp and clattering on the ground below. King Dedede's eyes, wide and imploring, darted around the room for any sign of salvation from this strange and humiliating ordeal.

In the eerie silence that followed the sound of his hammer's impact, Dedede could only float and wonder. What peculiar magic had brought him to this surreal juncture, and how could he possibly reclaim his kingly stature?

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Credits: This fictional story was inspired by characters from the Kirby video game series, which is owned by HAL Laboratory and Nintendo. The events and dialogues in this story are entirely fan-made creations and are not representative of actual storylines or scenarios from the Kirby games.