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The first in what I hope to be a series, centered all around a strange magical artifact. I've been wanting to do a series for a while, so please enjoy!
Nobody ever told you before going to wizard college that spellbooks were so expensive. Greg was nothing more then a humble jumping spider anthro, lucky to even get into this school thanks to his good grades-he wasn't like most of the rich, bored kids who'd come here just to have fun learning how to light stuff on fire with a few simple words, or make gold out of leaves or whatever they thought went on here. And of course none of them wanted to sell the books they never read for a more reasonable price. God help Greg if he wanted to eat /and/ learn at the same time. That was just silly.
No instead he had to go through some dark, back alley, with a creepy old cat in tatted clothing at the end, and get from him a ragged, worn book that apparently had been part of the school's ciriculum at one point or another. Sure. That worked.
Still, at least he could still afford groceries after all that, he thinks, walking into his dorm with a bag in one hand and the book in the other. But if that was the case, why had that guy seemed so nervous and shady selling it to him? I mean, he could make out the images of fading runes on the front of the book, for things like 'warning!' or 'danger!' or his favorite 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T USE THIS BOOK MY EYES ARE FILLED WITH BEES!!!', all friendly reviews to be sure.
But...y'know, maybe it was just a way to scare off those rich kids so some students like him could get a book. Or like those reviews people do when a book gets banned for a stupid reason, like a gay penguin family or some dude talking to a stripper. Whatever the case, he sets the book down at the kitchen counter and starts to look through it. His six eyes scan through the pages, mandibles pursing together in thought. Gotta be something simple, something that wouldn't backfire too bad on him like...a-ha!
His fuzzy finger rests on a simple spell-summoning a water elemental. Easy peasy! Anyone can do that, and all he'd need to do was make sure there was a drain nearby. He could toss that thing down the kitchen sink if he needed to. He reads over the spell a few times, figuring out the pronounciation and how to call out the cancellation if he needed too, before he felt he was ready.
"Cassius Demantus!" He uttered, the book's words lighting up, a blinding light springing out of the book like fire, and!!-....nothing happened? He waits for a few minutes, staring expectantly at the book and around himself, before groaning, "You're kidding me-he sold me a dud??? Ugh!" He turns to start putting away the groceries, "This is what you get trusting the guy who takes mushrooms in class... Pff! What a joke." He was so focused on his anger and sorting that Greg didn't notice the tendril making its way over to him from the book, flowing like a running stream.
"Lousy dealer, if I find that guy again I am gonna bring the-MMph?!" Something cool and wet was suddenly in his mouth, thickening until his jaw was opened wide, cramping into place. Cool water flowed down his throat, and the force of the sudden pumping knocked him back, groceries spilling out over the floor. Greg could feel the liquid make its way deep down into his stomach, and in a minute it felt like he'd chugged a whole gallon, belly feeling full and just starting to round out.
His shirt began to strain against his gut, and he stumbled upright, trying to get to the book. All the while water kept coming, and he guzzled it against his own will, in mere minutes the weight big enough to send him collapsing to the floor, arms around the swell of his midsection.
But the book wasn't done yet. Liquid was still rushing down, swelling him up even bigger, his shirt riding up around the swell of his fuzzy belly. He gurgled, flailing an arm for the book, but his mouth was too full of water to utter a cancellation and the weight in his stomach was getting too great to pick himself up. As though sensing his struggle, the surge increased, his stomach giving a loud groan before it was starting to fill even faster.
Greg's stomach was already the size of a large beachball, sloshing and straining full of water, beginning to run out of room. In response, his body was stretching around it, chest becoming a sphere alongside his ballooning organ. The pressure was becoming immense, and he felt sick and woozy, his body desperately trying to get rid of the sudden weight however it could. He tried to gag but the force of the water was so strong, nothing could come up, just down, deeper and deeper.
His flailing arms and legs were even getting rounder, chubbier, as though the mystic water was sinking into them. They sloshed more and more with each wave, until the effort to move them was too great. Immobilized and choked off by the water, he could only sit and wait for whatever this...spell was doing to him to stop. With the way his stomach creaked however, gurgling with each gulp, he only prayed that it stopped before...well...
His shirt had become little more then a belly crop-top, stretched beyond recognition, and Greg's jeans were becoming like a pair of skinny tights, stretched thin. It was almost a relief when they finally broke, and his gut surged forth, sending him into another few inches of tight skin. There was water leaking from almost every part-his eyes, his fangs, the sides of his mouth, and even the more embarassing areas. Breathing was a struggle as that tight stomach had grown to blow out his abdomen into a sphere alongside it, lungs crushed back, unable to do more then gasp.
One by one, his legs and arms were swallowed up by the massive waterbelly, as he grew to take up the entirety of the kitchen, Greg's face swelling up to match.
Packed to the brim with water and stretching like an overfilled balloon, he could do little more then moan and gurgle helplessly, giving a look akin to betrayal at that accursed book. His belly churned, groaning, rumbling, desperate for any sort of release or relief. Greg had become little more then a big ball of liquid, only getting louder the further it grew.
Even swallowing was becoming tiresome, body so close to rupture that he couldn't force more down, even if he wanted to. Greg's throat bulged obscenely, skin thinning all over his body, unable to breathe. The book could see he was on the very edge, dazed and numb at this point, and pushed the stream as hard as it could manage. Pressurized water burst into him with the strength of a firehose, inches feeling like miles as he began to stretch just one last time. He could only hope that at his funeral, his family and friends remembered him being a good student, getting into his dream college, and not becoming an engorged ball of a boy the size of a small apartment, if not bigger.
And with that, the pressure became too much, water surging forth in a loud 'BANG!', flooding the apartment and bursting out the windows, sending the book with it. As a very confused, and masterless water elemental gazed around the empty space, the book landed at the feet of another young student, who grinned, "Free spellbook? Score!!"
To Be Continued...?
Nobody ever told you before going to wizard college that spellbooks were so expensive. Greg was nothing more then a humble jumping spider anthro, lucky to even get into this school thanks to his good grades-he wasn't like most of the rich, bored kids who'd come here just to have fun learning how to light stuff on fire with a few simple words, or make gold out of leaves or whatever they thought went on here. And of course none of them wanted to sell the books they never read for a more reasonable price. God help Greg if he wanted to eat /and/ learn at the same time. That was just silly.
No instead he had to go through some dark, back alley, with a creepy old cat in tatted clothing at the end, and get from him a ragged, worn book that apparently had been part of the school's ciriculum at one point or another. Sure. That worked.
Still, at least he could still afford groceries after all that, he thinks, walking into his dorm with a bag in one hand and the book in the other. But if that was the case, why had that guy seemed so nervous and shady selling it to him? I mean, he could make out the images of fading runes on the front of the book, for things like 'warning!' or 'danger!' or his favorite 'FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T USE THIS BOOK MY EYES ARE FILLED WITH BEES!!!', all friendly reviews to be sure.
But...y'know, maybe it was just a way to scare off those rich kids so some students like him could get a book. Or like those reviews people do when a book gets banned for a stupid reason, like a gay penguin family or some dude talking to a stripper. Whatever the case, he sets the book down at the kitchen counter and starts to look through it. His six eyes scan through the pages, mandibles pursing together in thought. Gotta be something simple, something that wouldn't backfire too bad on him like...a-ha!
His fuzzy finger rests on a simple spell-summoning a water elemental. Easy peasy! Anyone can do that, and all he'd need to do was make sure there was a drain nearby. He could toss that thing down the kitchen sink if he needed to. He reads over the spell a few times, figuring out the pronounciation and how to call out the cancellation if he needed too, before he felt he was ready.
"Cassius Demantus!" He uttered, the book's words lighting up, a blinding light springing out of the book like fire, and!!-....nothing happened? He waits for a few minutes, staring expectantly at the book and around himself, before groaning, "You're kidding me-he sold me a dud??? Ugh!" He turns to start putting away the groceries, "This is what you get trusting the guy who takes mushrooms in class... Pff! What a joke." He was so focused on his anger and sorting that Greg didn't notice the tendril making its way over to him from the book, flowing like a running stream.
"Lousy dealer, if I find that guy again I am gonna bring the-MMph?!" Something cool and wet was suddenly in his mouth, thickening until his jaw was opened wide, cramping into place. Cool water flowed down his throat, and the force of the sudden pumping knocked him back, groceries spilling out over the floor. Greg could feel the liquid make its way deep down into his stomach, and in a minute it felt like he'd chugged a whole gallon, belly feeling full and just starting to round out.
His shirt began to strain against his gut, and he stumbled upright, trying to get to the book. All the while water kept coming, and he guzzled it against his own will, in mere minutes the weight big enough to send him collapsing to the floor, arms around the swell of his midsection.
But the book wasn't done yet. Liquid was still rushing down, swelling him up even bigger, his shirt riding up around the swell of his fuzzy belly. He gurgled, flailing an arm for the book, but his mouth was too full of water to utter a cancellation and the weight in his stomach was getting too great to pick himself up. As though sensing his struggle, the surge increased, his stomach giving a loud groan before it was starting to fill even faster.
Greg's stomach was already the size of a large beachball, sloshing and straining full of water, beginning to run out of room. In response, his body was stretching around it, chest becoming a sphere alongside his ballooning organ. The pressure was becoming immense, and he felt sick and woozy, his body desperately trying to get rid of the sudden weight however it could. He tried to gag but the force of the water was so strong, nothing could come up, just down, deeper and deeper.
His flailing arms and legs were even getting rounder, chubbier, as though the mystic water was sinking into them. They sloshed more and more with each wave, until the effort to move them was too great. Immobilized and choked off by the water, he could only sit and wait for whatever this...spell was doing to him to stop. With the way his stomach creaked however, gurgling with each gulp, he only prayed that it stopped before...well...
His shirt had become little more then a belly crop-top, stretched beyond recognition, and Greg's jeans were becoming like a pair of skinny tights, stretched thin. It was almost a relief when they finally broke, and his gut surged forth, sending him into another few inches of tight skin. There was water leaking from almost every part-his eyes, his fangs, the sides of his mouth, and even the more embarassing areas. Breathing was a struggle as that tight stomach had grown to blow out his abdomen into a sphere alongside it, lungs crushed back, unable to do more then gasp.
One by one, his legs and arms were swallowed up by the massive waterbelly, as he grew to take up the entirety of the kitchen, Greg's face swelling up to match.
Packed to the brim with water and stretching like an overfilled balloon, he could do little more then moan and gurgle helplessly, giving a look akin to betrayal at that accursed book. His belly churned, groaning, rumbling, desperate for any sort of release or relief. Greg had become little more then a big ball of liquid, only getting louder the further it grew.
Even swallowing was becoming tiresome, body so close to rupture that he couldn't force more down, even if he wanted to. Greg's throat bulged obscenely, skin thinning all over his body, unable to breathe. The book could see he was on the very edge, dazed and numb at this point, and pushed the stream as hard as it could manage. Pressurized water burst into him with the strength of a firehose, inches feeling like miles as he began to stretch just one last time. He could only hope that at his funeral, his family and friends remembered him being a good student, getting into his dream college, and not becoming an engorged ball of a boy the size of a small apartment, if not bigger.
And with that, the pressure became too much, water surging forth in a loud 'BANG!', flooding the apartment and bursting out the windows, sending the book with it. As a very confused, and masterless water elemental gazed around the empty space, the book landed at the feet of another young student, who grinned, "Free spellbook? Score!!"
To Be Continued...?
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