Rules. Regulations. A steady curriculum. These and more are expected of the average professor in UC Viridian. Unfortunately for the student body and her contemporaries, Delilah, the teacher of Magic 300, is no stickler for any rules but her own. The Delphox of implacable, ever-growing size faces the inevitable fresh semester with worry; all eyes are on her thanks to the results of a spell-turned-fiasco the previous year, an incident still fresh on the board of education’s minds. This year, however, she promises to prove her worth to the board and keep her position—and this year, she has an assistant to keep her in check. Only time will tell how the semester plays out for Delilah’s class, her part-time TA and full-time boyfriend, and the entire campus!

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What you see before you is a collaboration between myself and  Mannoth! It started off silly and strong but unfortunately progress came to a halt after I got engrossed in MMOs.

Grumps were had and feelings were made up and eventually we decided that instead of picking back up where we left off we should post this as it is! Anything is possible to us from here on out following the shenanigans of these two and I know I'm certainly looking forward to picking them back up with Mannoth. :3

Figure I should leave this proudly posted in my main Submissions instead of hidden away in my Scraps given how much work we both spent on this!

Thumbnail art courtesy of  Bobert

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Doting Delphoxes and Tutting TAs
By: Mannoth and RaddaRaem

Part 1 (Or the part that could be crammed into a single submission)

“I asked for a lecture hall…” The Delphox’s fluff filled ears drooped down. Birch Hall, Room 220. Creases and wrinkles formed along the piece of paper where her black furred fingers gripped at its flat surface. “And on the second story, even?” With a sigh, crimson eyes darted back and forth between the placard on the brown brick wall and the freshly printed syllabus that was still warm to the touch.

“Suppose I should be grateful the university kept me around after last year’s disaster,” Delilah muttered to herself. Cheeks burning red through her golden fur, the aging Delphox shot a glance down the carpeted halls stretching to her left and right. All was quiet, save for the grinding and mechanical coughing of machinery sputtering in the vents above her. The ancient AC system, older than even she was, rattled to life. Cool air and tufts of dust collecting along the metal slits in the ceiling rained down on her. She swatted at the voluminous tufts of crimson fluff poking out from her tall fennec fox ears that brushed against the ceiling.

Birch Hall, the old English building, had a musty and regal air to it. Potted Oran and Pecha trees hugged up against the drab brick walls, adding some much needed greenery and fresh air to the place. Even if spilled mulch and cobwebs collected at their ceramic bases inevitably got kicked around the hallways, their presence was preferable to their absence. The building’s corridors broke away at sharp and jutted angles, every so often giving way to jarring indentations lined with blackened metal doorframes. A flickering Exit sign hanging above the door closest to Delilah’s classroom provided a fading neon reminder that one was about to walk into a stairwell as opposed to a classroom.

“It’s not like I mean for this to happen,” she whined as she set one thick black paw before the other. Her bloated and exposed white furred belly scraped against the jutted opening in the brick wall. Mortar peeled away from the gaps between the laid stone while Delilah slowly forced her way into the classroom. She booped to a halt when she felt cool painted metal pressing up against her girth, the Delphox lodged firmly in the tiny gap in the wall. “It’s progress, at least.” Blushing furiously, she quietly sang Arceus a multitude of praises for having blessed her with the sound mind to scope out her own classroom well before her first batch of students were slated to arrive. Leathery padded toes clenched, carpet peeling up from the floor in knotted threads with them, she soldiered forward. Creaking under her generousness, the door frame buckled and groaned.

“No no no no no no!” Harsh whispers spilled out from her maw in reaction to the grating sound. The Delphox tilted back her head in defeat. There was no going back now. Bosom and behind pressing out against the constrictive classroom entrance, Delilah swore she could feel the bricks coughing up flakes of stone and cement in protest. Four swollen toes rubbing up against one another arched and pressed deep into the carpet, leaving noticeable indents in the fabric. A knee jerked forward, stale air ruffling the dusty red fur lining it. Success! At least a fraction of her had made it into this cursed classroom!

“Just a little more…” Panting, her rising and falling belly ground away at the edges of entrance. Slowly, agonizingly, Delilah’s fluffy crimson arms slid forward. Fingers clenched at crumpled metal rectangle in an effort to pull her forward. Pushing back with the consistency of a warm stick of butter, the doorframe cracked and splintered in her grasp. With a low and painful wail it swung forward, tearing plaster and wiring out of the wall with it. Tufts of pink insulation and copper coated veins draping from the wall slowed its descent, allowing it to collapse to the floor in a quiet thud. “And we’re off to a fantastic start for the spring semester. Almost there though...”

A few more hefts and the Delphox could force herself through. The missing plaster and natural shape of a doorframe might be a little difficult to explain, but--oh to heck with it. She had to get through somehow. It would only be a little more effort--

“Delilah?” A muted and flustered voice called out from behind her behind. “You uhh…” The unseen male Pokemorph swallowed hard as he tugged at his collar, “You need some help?”

“Is that…?” That unmistakable squeak of a voice, the way it tailed off into an uncertain cough; it was impossible for her not to recognize! “R-Richie?” But... oh dear, not now. Twisting her neck ever the slightest, she allowed her crimson eyes to scout out the area behind her. Indeed, standing with all the meek loyalty that she was well accustomed to was none other than the thin-framed Raichu. As their eyes met, he pried a finger against the inside the rim of his coat’s collar.

“You… wouldn’t happen to be the professor teaching the Level 200 ‘Intro to Magic’ course would you?” Yellow cheeks crackling with static, Richie stifled a sigh. A mixture of mortication and giddy excitement coursed through his wiry frame. Shyly, ever so shyly, the Raichu sank his brown gloved hands deep into her bountiful rear as he began to push. The carpet burned at his padded toes while his paws skidded along the floor. Panting, Richie continued to force his feet across the ground in a concerted effort to free the bloated Delphox.

Delilah puffed one cheek. “I would be, coincidentally enough and ooof--!” The Delphox gasped at the sudden force. A coy glance backwards revealed the newcomer electric mouse had nearly halfway buried himself into her generousness in his valiant zeal. “I take it it’s too late to ask for your assistance?” she asked with a nervous snicker, reflexively lunging as much of her body forward as possible in time with Richie’s shoves.

“You, ah…” Richie paused audibly and physically, clearly attempting to properly arrange words. “You looked like you did need some help. Preferably before the early-bird students show up, I i-imagine,” he said, letting escape a single nervous waver of his voice. Resuming without skipping a beat, the Raichu shook his head and heaved forward once again. An ominous crack and splinter followed the motion, with Delilah sighing with resignation and relief that the ordeal was nearly over.

“Like there’s any point in trying to salvage my entrance at this point.” Crimson brows furrowed, Delilah eeeped at a particularly enthusiastic push followed by radio silence. “Richie?” She craned her neck over her shoulder. Not a Pokemorph in sight. “Richie are you okay?” Eyes twitching this way and that, she worriedly scanned the silent hallways for her TA to be.

The fox’s ears perked at the sound of light, muffled squeaks. No, no, she realized with a flush of her cheeks, he hadn’t moved at all. She whispered some unintelligible apology before raising her voice, if only slightly. “Um… oh dear. Let’s, uh,” she mumbled out thoughts as they came, finally settling on one. The frame was already becoming an eyesore; no harm done if there was little left of value to begin with. “Once again, on three. One--twooo--” She breathed deeply and focused. Pent-up energies began to whorl about in the pit of her stomach. “Three!”

A violent crash of brick and metal ensued from beyond the Delphox’s shut eyes and clenched teeth, punctuating the previous muffled quiet from her misplaced assistant. Slowly opening her peepers, the localized burst caused by a Rock Smash spell had done its job well. Bits and chunks of stone and mortar lay scattered along the carpeted floor, and a hideous gaping hole bigger than she herself was now heralded the entrance to her classroom. “That door frame was a lost cause as it was,” she reasoned to herself. What harm was there in razing it to pieces as opposed to crumpled in half? Broken was broken, the Delphox had just happened to take it a couple degrees further than her heft normally would have.

At last, Delilah could get a good glimpse of where she’d be spending the next few hours. It was less shabby than she expected; Room 220 was a room rarely used, more of a spare than much else. Thanks to such it remained about as pristine and untouched as she could hope for. Rows of seats all neatly aligned in what seemed to be a perfect square comprising the size of the room, nearly from front to back. Her light, wooden desk was bare save for a single dinky desktop from many a year ago, but it would doubtlessly get the job done. The walls peeled here and there, she noted with a light sniff and somewhat lidded gaze, but there was little else left to be desired for her tastes.

Delilah plodded as gently as was possible behind her desk, every fall of her gargantuan paws rattling sticks of chalk across the metal grate cupped beneath the chalkboard. “Ooof.” Her bloated belly, thicker than the average student was tall, shoved her laughable base of operations across the floor. Trails of dust were coughed up where the desk’s oaken legs scraped across the carpeted floor, revealing an assortment of long forgotten pens and pencils cluttered beneath from semesters past. “I…” Her thunderest of thighs were easily twice, if not thrice, as thick as the rolling chair she was expected to rest upon. “I guess I’ll just give a standing lecture then.”

Standing straight, the Delphox puffed out a sigh of mixed contentment and thought. Her gaze swept across the room, imagining each seat filled with bright eyes and a will to learn, packaged in the shape of a student. Such were her hopes, anyway. Shuffling through her bag, she retrieved the necessary papers for the day and splayed them across her desk without half the grace she expected: syllabi, worksheets, and several copies of her personal schedule for out-of-class student inquiry. She could imagine it now, leaning back upon her-

The desk crunched and bowed forward under Delilah’s Snorlax-rivaling weight.

Standing! Yes, she would be standing tall and proud at the front of the classroom with all eyes on her, the Delphox and her beloved TA attentively tending to every inquiry thrown at them. Woop. On that note, Delilah slid her left arm behind her back. A black furred hand brushed down along her arched back, coming to a rest against against wobbly white hills of supple flesh. Tracing down along their curves to feel for the fuzzy anomaly, the fox’s padded fingers tapped and papped against a ruffled head of brown hair sticking out from between her cheeks. Relaxing her digits, she slid them down between her curves and clenched at Richie’s clothing. With a forceful tug, the middle aged Delphox yoinked him free from his plush prison! “Don’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy that,” she teased with a giggle and flushed cheeks.

The Raichu shuddered and feigned a grimace, but the embarrassed, approving crackle of sparks emitting from his cheeks rose above all else. “The solution is simple: we pretend it didn’t happen. It’s a win-win.” Richie crossed his fuzzy arms and took his newfound freedom as an opportunity to scour out the room for himself, as if to change the subject.

Swinging her arm out back before her, the doting Delphox curled her arms around his mousey form and cuddled him tight, substituting one fleshy prison for another. Her eyes darted towards the hole in the wall err… entrance. Phew, still nothing. “It really is a wonderful surprise seeing you here, my little ‘chu.” Leaning forward, she planted a passing but passionate peck upon his lips.

At that, Richie’s face seemed to brighten up, his false bravado fading completely. “Guh, you’re spoiling me,” the Raichu whined, but not before returning the gesture. “I could say much the same; heck, I really wasn’t expecting to see you here either! Not after… well, last time.” He said it as though bringing up the incident was much more of a taboo to him than it was to Delilah, which he would not hesitate to attest to. Delilah had the excuse of being used to her own size fluctuation, after all…

“It’s a surprise to me too,” Delilah insisted with what seemed to be a semblance of pride. “The board let me back on, but it’s the boot for me if it gets too hectic. I’ve noticed there’s a, uh, distinctly different roster of counselors since last semester.”

The Raichu nodded absently; he wasn’t at all shocked. He himself was a veteran of the event that had been dubbed the university’s biggest and yet most closely-guarded embarrassment among staff. Delilah’s biggest weakness was her penchant for learning--especially since such was the very catalyst for a strange, permanent addition to her size in all facets. And thinking back on it, perhaps her breaching the advanced subjects to her students without a perfect grasp on everything thereof herself was… not the most artistic thing she’d done. So powerful was her explosion of growth that, in a panic, the room-filling Delphox cast a flustered Minimize spell upon her students to protect their bodies from being pinned against the walls by thick paws and her copious frame.

Richie recalled it all too vividly. In one moment, there was normalcy. The next was composed of a symphony of wooden groans and creaks, and panicked gasps--then almost immediately after, the climax of it all that remained the most controversial: the shrinking of everybody in the room. The expanse of her massive, incomprehensibly large form sprawled out over and comprising the horizon, with her fluffy fur forming forests that stretched for miles… he’d be lying to say he didn’t somewhat admire the sight that had been permanently imprinted into his mind. It was hard not to think fondly on being a speck of a speck upon her gargantuan goodness, especially since nobody was harmed--oh, especially not him.

But, like everybody else, he wasn’t going to go out of his way to speak of it at all--though unlike the others, such was mostly for the sake of Delilah’s dignity. And his own.

In between shyly nuzzling into her bosom, Richie’s arced lightning tipped tail flit attentively behind him. “Let’s see there was the obvious exit we just made.” He wriggled in place, rotating himself until the back of his head sank into the fox’s chesty fluff. A fading Rotom red Exit sign flickered against the pale brick wall it was bolted into at the back of the room. Just below it lay an ancient and peeling metal door. “Good, there’s a second exit. It’ll be tougher for a repeat of last time, at least.”

“It’s not like I was able to guarantee the university board that such a mishap would never happen again. But I promised I’d make due diligence to prevent it from happening again.” Delilah nuzzled the Raichu’s ears and nipped at them affectionately. “I’ll try to keep the subject matter limited to just introductory magic as per the class’ namesake. But, well, it’s not like I can stop my students from being curious! Nor would I want them to be!” Relinquishing her grip, the doting Delphox giggled heartily as the Raichu slid down her bloated belly and down to the ground below.

With a subtle clench of her toes, Delilah leaned forward and playfully booped her prodigious girth against the back of Richie’s head. It was strange to think that last fall she only loomed a head and shoulders above him. She sauntered forward, blushing fiercely when her TA let his head tilt back and rest against her navel. As of now, the cutie ‘Chu struggled to meet her waist. The size differential between them could only grow as Delilah learned and consolidated more and more spells, boosting her power and stature irreversibly onward. Not that either of them seemed to mind, fortunately enough.

“We are going to need to request a new classroom though, preferably an auditorium.” Richie piped up, eyeing the hole in the wall forlornly. Banter and small talk echoed through Birch’s halls, escaping from the stairwells in cloistered snippets every time a door swung open. The reunion was nice while it lasted.



“Quite…” Delilah murmured, placing a hand to her chin. “Yeah, you’re right. In all honesty I’m not sure how long this honeycomb of a room is gonna last me.” She assumed a few weeks, maybe a month if her class wasn’t as enthusiastic as the last. Though admittedly she had no reservations about either outcome.

“I’ll take care of it,” Richie assured with a light pat against her tummy. “Plus, you know there’s almost no way they’re gonna say no to giving you more room.” He looked up, offering a warm smile amidst a good-natured chuckle. The clamor of paws and claws clacking against the cold floor and carpet outside was telling of how much longer their time alone would last. Almost dejectedly, the Raichu eyed the open hole in the wall where the door once was. “In the meantime, it might be best to continue catching up some other time.”

“We can resume where we left off during office hours,” Delilah whispered before planting a very passionate smack upon his sparking cheeks. She shuddered at the delightful tingle that coursed down her spine at the display of affection. Hurriedly composing herself, the Delphox made a mental note of the dim light fixtures hanging overhead. Flopping her ceiling scraping fennec ears to and fro, it would be prudent to avoid those as she sauntered back and forth during her introductions.

Delilah bid the Raichu a quick nod, signaling his permission to take a seat at her desk where she wasn’t able. The electric mouse gladly flumped into the wheeled, marvelously soft chair in assent as Delilah straightened her posture and took slow, cordial steps to the front of her desk. She coolly laid a hand on the edge of the desk but an agonized groan of the copious extra weight pierced the quiet and forced an immediate retraction. Grumbling, the Delphox opted to simply cross her arms. She shifted in place while her students shuffled into the classroom, claiming the seats that they would likely cling to for the rest of the semester.

“Good morning, class!” The fox exclaimed after allowing for the lingering conversations between her excited students to die down of their own accord. “And welcome, to the second level ‘Introduction to Magic’ course! My name is Professor Delilah and it is my pleasure to have been blessed with the wonderful privilege of teaching you about the wonderful and awe-inspiring force that shapes our everyday lives in countless ways! Now, before I get ahead of myself we are going to have to slog through the dreaded introductions and icebreakers you’ve come to know and loathe. Bear with me as I rattle through the syllabus as fast as I can so we can get to the good stuff!” She daintily reached back and rest a hand against the pile of papers stacked upon her desk and pulled a single sheet off the top. Clearing her throat, Delilah zipped through the paragraphs as fast as her flapping muzzle would allow.

“Maybe we should have scooted the front row of desks back,” Richie murmured. Tapping a finger against his chin worriedly, his lips curled up then down, alternating between smiles and frowns as Delilah’s backside swelled thick and wide towards him while she read off the syllabus. Going through the motions after having been away from a classroom for but a single summer had opened a floodgate of memories into the finer points of the magical arts. Every blurb of knowledge and knowhow that bubbled forth to the forefront of her thoughts caused her to bloomp noticeably.

“Heh, I suppose we could have…” Delilah muttered upon finishing the reading. Her eyes flitted from paragraph to paragraph one more time, analyzing every word as deeply as her subconscious would let her while distracted by remnants of last semester. She paid no mind to the sudden inching of her form outward and upward; none of it was new, or unwanted. Her peripheral gaze caught a concerned Richie, but he went ignored save for a soft harrumph of acknowledgment. “Well, no point in it now, I guess.” She swatted the syllabus to her thigh, creating a loud pap as paper struck furred flesh. Finally, her attention fully shifted to the growing mass of students within the room, each newcomer having taken her unspoken advice and simply finding a seat that suited them. Advice that had most likely been echoed at them time and time again.

Deciding to correct such a hole in her to-do, Delilah raised her voice again, brimming with enthusiasm. “Please do find a seat that most fits your liking! I don’t operate on a stringent organization of my students. There might be some redactions in the way the chairs are organized by the next time we meet, but nothing huge, so don’t worry yourselves about that! Don’t get too attached to your self-imposed seating assignments. We’ll get started in just a few moments.” Nodding to Richie, the Delphox smirked while the Raichu hesitatingly parted from his comfy chair.

Scooping up the syllabi against his chest, Richie made his rounds navigating through the columns of desk. A warm and freshly printed paper was deposited at every waiting student’s desk in short time.

Delilah scouted the room one more time. Flicking her gaze up towards the clock hanging above the errmm… door, a more than generous fifteen minute grace period had come and pass. It was one thing to be flexible but anything beyond this was to be considered tardy! All manner of Pokemorphs filled the once-void and empty seats, from Buizels to Nidorinos to Delcatties and all the way back. To see so many students from such diverse backgrounds and typings was a marvel in and of itself.

“Very well, that should be all the time we need. Let’s take role for those of us who are present, shall we?” She fetched a clipboard from her desk with a list of names scribbled upon it. One by one she went down the list. It was a relatively quick process, albeit one harried by the occasional lack of response upon a called would-be student. One day of absence or tardiness would be acceptable, but a second time would mean consequences that she would deign to dole out. Still, it wasn’t as though there was more than a small fraction of her class missing. 90 percent was a more than acceptable amount. More than I expected, really, the Delphox thought, scanning the rows of chairs emphatically.

Seated squarely in the front row with only one other as company, a Zangoose kept his slitted magenta eyes focused intently on the dominating Delphox. When he could keep those peepers open, that is. Curling his claws against his white furred palms and rubbing the sleep out from the corner of his eyes, the red-striped kitty mongoose did not appear to all too fond of morning classes. As Delilah’s finger traced down her attendance sheet into the ‘M’ section and her tongue clacked against the roof of her mouth, the Zangoose’s arm shot up to attention to validate his presence.

The Mareep seated beside him stifled a beat when a clawed hand fumbled at him, grasping at his wooly form longingly with tired groans. Rolling his eyes, the electric sheep reep tugged out a tuft of wool and deposited it into the grabby hand.

Mewling in gratitude, the Zangoose stuffed the wooly warmth into the mouth of his flannel, fluffing up its neckline with airy softness. Chin tucked in against his chest, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into the most luxurious of floof, letting out a soft sigh that signified a powerful inner struggle to remain cognisant. The makeshift pillow would serve his morning hours well.

Another bleat, this one much less subtle, erupted from the Mareep’s mouth when a sleepy kitty mongoose tipped over and nuzzled into the source of wooly wonders. Apparently only an entire sheep’s worth of floof would suffice for the demanding Lazangoose. Letting his conical yellow and black striped horns crackle softly with static, the electric-type emitted a soft bahh of reluctant acceptance as the fuzzy feline cheek flumped gracelessly into his generous wool.

“Right! It seems we nearly have a full house today. Wonderful!” Delilah gushed. Already she had begun to note habits of her class to-be as she innocuously poured her gaze over each student. Sitting at the front was probably a wise decision on part of the Zangoose, leastwise if he planned on keeping awake. She’d merely have to heighten the lilt of her voice somewhat, if just to keep him up and at ‘em.

Richie completed his rounds through the narrow passageways, deftly tiptoeing around splayed paws, claws, and backpacks as he handed out the last of the syllabi. Sauntering back towards his seat, one with a lovely view he had to add, soft and fluffy fingers curled around his arcing tail. Meeping, his feet dragged along the carpet as Delilah reeled him in close. Arcs of blues and purples crackled and popped off his cheeks and lightning tipped tail, courtesy of equal parts friction and dread.

“Going somewhere?” the Delphox whispered trickily into the large, curl-tipped ears of her Raichu. One more yank of his tail and Richie was forced squarely in front of her. Cheeks practically burning with newfound showers of fading sparks, he twirled around to meet her and defensively tugged his tail from her grasp--unable to do so once its lightning bolt tip met the edge of her enclosed fist. Delilah’s gigantic form was in full view, from the hills of her chest just below her playful visage all the way to the thunderous thighs that threatened to envelop him from all sides.

“J-just finished handing out the necessary papers for now,” Richie sheepishly murmured, remaining delicately conscious of the set of eyeballs belonging to the students behind him. He gulped when he felt his shirt constrict around his chest, both biceps bulging wide as if he were flexing them. “Nonononononono i-in private, maybe, but in front of the class?!”

“Nonsense! This is purely for the betterment of the class, I assure you.” Delilah’s singsong began to grow in strength and volume as her eyes darted from Richie to the veritable sea of chairs, desks, and Pokemon behind the flustered Shychu. “Now class! We’re going to get started right on the rim of things. My lovely assistant, Richie, will be here to help me demonstrate a few of the base spells you’ll be learning in my class. As you can see,” she held her sentence with a pause to extent a prodding finger against Richie’s growing musculature, “Bulk Up shall be one such spell. Just as it says on the tin, the caster can cause him or herself, or a nearby buddy, to gain prodigious strength--for a time.”

“Hrmmmm...” Richie’s grumbling was audible only to the waking half of the Mareep and Zangoose duo that made up the entirety of the front row. The Raichu broke his hunch to stand straight and show off his affected stature, the calves below his shorts rippling with unexpected power. There was not a single doubt in his mind that his preference for his normal, meek frame was clear in his shy display. Too bad that didn’t matter at all to Delilah.

“Now I may be getting a couple lectures ahead of myself, but Bulk Up belongs to a unique family of spells that can be stacked!” The hedonistic Delphox rested a hand upon the worried Raichu’s shoulder, prompting a quick look into her smirk and lidded gaze from him. “Repeated casts of the same spell can result in some truly dramatic and in this case, hunky, results!”

Ears glowing red hot, Richie wanted to vehemently shoosh and fuss her relentless teasing. Bluh but if he acknowledged it, much less reacted to it, Delilah would only be emboldened and encouraged. Lip quivering, he groaned pathetically while his shirt rode up past his navel. He could feel his body growing heavy and laden with muscle while his clothes became embarrassingly form fitting. The sleeves of his shirt threatened to tear, crying out with small rips here and there. His biceps would soon be too much for his clothing to bear--

“And that’s that!” With those three words, Richie felt the pent-up growth of his muscles begin to subside. Slowly, very slowly indeed, but he wouldn’t have to walk around stark naked for the rest of the day at the very least, with only scraps of ruined clothing to carry home. A lustful growl that tapered down to his ears from above prompted him to wrap his prehensile tail around his waist to welcome a faux sense of security.

“Ahhh!” Delilah snapped her fingers, grinning manically at the little tidbit of information she had neglected to mention at first passing. “Not only do the effects themselves build upon one another, but so does the spell’s duration! Again, you won’t need to remember this as we will cover this topic later in the semester. The outwardly visible effects of such spells tend to be fairly linear when they are stacked, whereas duration tends to err towards the exponential.” Hands resting upon her Chu’s shoulders, she nearly eeed at the feeling of his thick form pushing back against her fingers. “Whereas a single casting of Bulk Up may last for all of half an hour, a second casting may very well result in our fair Richie remaining as such until lunchtime easily! If I were to repeatedly cast this spell until it had reached its limit--and these spells all do have limits by the by, you can’t simply cast them ad infinitum-- then our resident Raichu here would remain at a Machamp shaming size for upwards of a week!” Tail flicking excitedly behind her, she duly noted that such observations came from sweet sweet experience.

The class oohed and ahhd at the lesson; several students took to their pens and paper, enthusiastically jotting down notes despite being assured of its superfluousness. Richie’s thick, powerful knees nearly knocked against each other, unused to being the eye of the storm when it came to attention. His own tail finally unwound itself from his waist only to flit and flutter about the air with anxiousness. Hopefully that last part meant that his bulking up was over, though he wasn’t about to count his Torchics.

“And that, class, is Bulk Up! It is one of a, so to speak, school of magic comprised of ‘good’ spells that affect an individual, called--yes, really--buffs.” A small wave of snickers ebbed through the room. “As opposed to debuffs, which weaken or hamper an opposing target, like curses. There is little more to say about Bulk Up, but I believe I’d rather you all learn what is left through experience. We’ll have time for that just before class is out, and after we’ve gone over more than one simple spell.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Delilah allowed time to take brief notes. Forcing herself not to sit in her highly-breakable chair, the Delphox moseyed to the front of the room and leaned against the whiteboard, ignoring the slight metal grating cause by her tremendous girth mushing against the chalk shelf. She eyed an unnerved Richie now having taken refuge at her desk, letting her nod and wink signify that his job at the front was indeed over. His sigh was inaudible over the clamor of scribbling students, but more than visible with the heave of his still-beefy chest.

“While Richie is expected to assist in my lectures, his sole purpose here is not to be our magical guinea pig. Can’t call on the poor ‘Chu each and every time we’d like to demonstrate a spell after all!”

“Oh thank Arceus,” Richie heaved in relief.

“If you flipped to the backside of the syllabus,--” A mass shuffling of papers answered for the seated student body. “We like to pretend we’re environmentally conscious here so we print on both sides of the paper, keep Mother Shaymin happy and all that. Ahem, anyway, you may have noticed the grading scale for this class! Class participation actually does play a role on your marks here as does attendance. A measly ten percent admittedly, but that could very well prove to be what lifts some of you up a letter grade come mid-terms and finals! ...So! On that note… any takers for our next spell? It will be a completely harmless and innocuous one; I would practice nothing less in this class of mine.” Five whole seconds of silence spoke volumes more than she needed to know. With an enthusiastic clap of her hands, she proceeded. “Don’t worry--I don’t bite, not even a nibble. You all look like you’re talking to a Sharpedo!”

Further mumblings amidst the quiet. Perhaps her class wasn’t quite convinced toward their well-being--or, more likely, their dignity after seeing Richie so flustered from his display of her magic. “I will resort to voluntelling you to come on down to the front of the class if I have to,” Delilah teased with a smirk.

All manner of mons including Mienshao, Teddiursa, and even a Cacturne at the back of the class all shifted their heads in uttered whispers, quite possibly in challenge. Nobody wanted to be randomly picked. Likely urging their friends on so they wouldn’t have to bite the bullet. Delilah simply shook her head; half a minute was long enough for someone to acquiesce of their own volition. The deadline came and passed with a whimper.

“Front row it is then,” the Delphox giggled. She eyed the two mons comprising the front row--the now-wide-awake Zangoose and Mareep alike both eyed each other warily, knowing well that one of their fates had been sealed. A single chubby finger extended from her fist curled beneath her chin, aiming between the two candidates like a laser pointer--and with the same effect of eliciting a flinch from whomever it graced.

At last, the moment of truth. “You! Mr. Mareep!”

A surprised bleat sounded throughout the class, louder than before, eliciting chuckles from nearly everybody but himself and the Zangoose at his side. Tentatively, the meek electric ovine kicked his hooves at the cold floor and pried himself from his desk, marching with purpose to the front of the room and halting a decent distance from the fire-type professor. Having decided that giving her a berth would be wise, he nodded wordlessly and turned to face the remainder of the class, nearly tucking his neck into the wooly coat surrounding his form.

Delilah leaned over, pressing the tip of her muzzle against one of the sheep’s horns. “You wouldn’t happen to have a class right after this would you?”

Suitably sheepishly, the Mareep dared look up. “No? My next class isn’t until noon.”

At that disclosure, the looming professor adopted a toothy and disconcerting grin.

“Whyyyyyyy do you ask?” Tapping his keratin tipped fingers together, the trembling wooly Reep realized he may have been more forthcoming than was necessary.

“Don’t worry about it for now,” Delilah insisted, waving a hand up and down as if to shoosh him. “For now, let’s get to the actual lesson before your friend dozes off again. Keep in mind class, this spell has any myriad of uses--I’m teaching it to you because I see you all as responsible people. If you’re responsible enough to live on your own and get a job, this should be cake for you.” Muscular fingers snaked around the sheep’s shoulder, turning him to face her. “Behold, Minimize!”

A powerful silver sheen escaped her fingers, encompassing the all-too sheepy volunteer in a benevolent luster that faded just as quickly as it arrived. The effects were immediately noticeable; down the Mareep went, his flustered cheeks glowing upon realizing his fate. His head was already level with her stomach, but the magic refused to stop there; her thighs followed, then her knees, and so continued his slow descent. The desk that he once sat in was now a certifiable watchtower in the distance.

“There goes my pillow,” the Zangoose mouthed aloud, resting his red-tipped mitten-like hands at the edge of his desk.. His red pupils dipped down in their sockets, following his floofy friend’s descent.

“Indeed, this spell is long considered one of the miscellaneous cantrips. Just like Bulk Up, it can be cast on oneself, or in this case, an extremely helpful volunteer! Unlike Bulk Up, however, whether it is classified as a buff or debuff depends entirely on the caster.”

“S-so which is it this time?” meeped a hapless, squeaky-voiced Mareep, already reaching ankle-high heights.

Delilah seemed to ponder it for a moment, cradling her chin with an open hand. “Hmm… debuff, I believe! Oh, and again continuing with similarities to Bulk Up, Minimize can, in fact, be stacked for both effect and duration. If you don’t mind…” Another snap of her fingers, another flash. Just as the wooly wonder’s dwindling began to slow and halt, it picked right up once again.

Frantic bleats poured out from the Mareep’s maw when his eyes became level with Delilah’s broad black furred ankles. Yet still he shrank, the foxy professor shuffling a paw forward to catch him between her splayed toes. Her footsteps created the tiniest of tremors, now tangible to the diminutive sheep, who nearly bounced up and off the tiled floor with every stomp of her enormous, sky-blotting paws.

“How do you feel, our brave little Mareep?” The Delphox’s voice was booming, yet still remarkably soft to the ground-level Mareep. She protectively clamped her bloated digits around him, muttering a Defense Curl spell under her breath to guarantee no harm whatsoever befell her student. She struggled to resist the urge to knead him back and forth between her toes or better yet curl those fat digits against her sole and moosh him between two padded walls of flesh. “Heh, force of habit with Richie,” Delilah demurred.

The Delphox’s doting inquiry rumbled the air around the shrunken sheep. Waves of sound rattled and thumped through his ribs while damp gusts of wind blew back his hair. Sparkles of light clinging to the moisture sank into his wool, imbuing him with an unseen layer of protection. With the Defense Curl having taken effect, she gave in--those veritable walls of fur clamped tightly around his tiny being, fiercely protective of her newest prize.

“I-I… could be better? I think?” the Mareep stuttered, still unsure of how far his professor would go to make a point. Resigning to his current fate yet again, he nuzzled his back into the mattress of fluff and awaited the rest of the lecture. He sincerely doubted his status as ‘volunteer’ voided him of any responsibilities or accountability.

“In days past, Minimize was frequently employed for quick escapes and subterfuge! Eavesdrop while hiding in plain sight or vanish in an instant from a pursuing party! The particularly curious thing about this spell is that it only impacts one’s stature. Your strength, speed, and defense cease to be proportional to your size and body type. In other words, those stats remain unaffected in the slightest by a dip in height.” Reluctantly, Delilah parted her toes to allow the electric sheep to tumble free. “Why don’t you prance on over to your desk and see if you can lift your backpack? It may be a little unwieldy at your size but you should still be able to lift it with ease. Unless you couldn’t before, of course.”

“...Kay.” Drat, he wasn’t done and over with just yet. Scratching at the back of his neck, the wooly volunteer shook his head side to side and clambered off the fuzzy landscape. As soon as he landed upon the comparatively unforgiving floor, he jogged forward. “This’ll be my exercise for the day I guess,” he told himself on approach to the orange backpack flopped across the horizon, a loomy pair of white furred kitty mongoose paws twiddling besides it. No sooner had he set one hoof forward then a tunnel of air whooshed by, forcing his eyelids shut as salty streams of water trickled out from the sides of his eyes. Blonde hair stiff and blown back, the Mareep could only blink when he found himself back at his watchtower after all of ten steps. Which… was really all it took for him to reluctantly approach Delilah in the first place. Huh.

“See? Perfectly disproportionate speed. Now try lifting it up--balance might be tricky, but holding it up should be no problem!”

Bahhhing in concert with the drooping of his shoulders, the shy sheep curled his rock hard fingertips around the worn fabric of one of his backpack straps. A simple tug upward rendered it airborne, the Mareep unable to do anything but gawk at the sight. The light shining down from the fluorescent fixtures high in the atmosphere was completely eclipsed by his gargantuan backpack! “Hey, I did it!” He squeaked out. His proud success was short lived however, as maintaining a grip on the smooth fabric was all but impossible at his reduced size. It flumped back down upon him with a poff, a startled bleat squelched beneath the colored sack.

Delilah plodded over with an airy chuckle, lifting the book-brimming backpack off of his teeny-tiny form. He was perfectly unharmed, just as predicted. It didn’t stop his cheeks from going abuzz from being smothered by his own backpack. “Heh, excellent! Very very good. As said, Minimize isn’t one of those spells you’ll be using on a day-by-day basis.”

A blush spreading across his cheeks, Richie was inclined to disagree.

“...It has its niche, but don’t expect it to be a lifesaver except in those situations where it might be a literal one.” She caught Richie’s glance and acknowledged it with a giggle. “In any case, that is the majority of what I have to say about Minimize! I’m thinking a goal of two spells per day of class ought to fit our schedule perfectly. We don’t have much longer left before you all can clock out, so I’ll let you all spend it practicing. If you bought your textbooks already, feel free to skim that and try out some of the basic techniques in chapters one or two. I don’t want to be seeing any advanced stuff like Hypnosis, or we’ll be having a chat after class!”

As the class session rounded to a close, the Delphox plodded over to retrieve her test subject of a student along with his backpack, setting it down close to her own desk as she squeezed into her seat. The rest of the class folded to her suggestion, each student turning to another to lead through the pages of their text to find suitable spells to fiddle around with. Delilah turned her gaze to Richie off by the side of the room, having taken to a spare chair in the meantime.

“Well! I’d say that went pretty well as far as first days go. No room-filling accidents, everybody knows what they’re doing… enthusiastic, too! Richie, the two of us are off to a phenomenal start of the semester.” Crossing her legs contentedly, she ignored the creak of the rolly-chair as her girth struggled to fit on its seat. A simple flick of her finger toward her seat thickened its constitution with a Harden spell, just in case.

Wriggling side to side, Richie awkwardly tried to balance his behind on the woefully too small seating device. “Did you really have to start off with a ‘buff’ first thing though? I thought we agreed to keep that to ourselves!” Gahhh he really hoped there wasn’t a repeat of last year Spring break. Alone with the doting Delphox, playing guinea pig to every kind of spell she could ponder to augment his width and stature.

“One of these days our relationship is going to become common knowledge, you silly little ‘Chu.” How far could she push those buttons of his… “If it already isn’t! Figure it couldn’t hurt to acclimate you to some playful and public teasing before we find ourselves hand in hand, walking down campus and dwarfing the student body.”

Richie hunched low, batting his eyes around the occupied classroom. Fifteen minutes til and nobody showed a lick of impatience to scurry out the door. “...I suppose that’s kinda sorta true. I-I mean as long as it isn’t too, you know… cuddly?” He nearly meeped in pleading, desperately hoping beyond hope that those in the front row didn’t hear him. Well, the one left in the front, who remained practicing a spell of some kind--and with a similar pale flash he was gone in the same instant he looked. Well, he’d certainly gotten the hang of Minimize already. Where did that other sheep get to anyway?

“Oh, but of course. Nothing too rash. I promise!” Delilah’s toothy smile and wink wasn’t reassuring in the least.

Quirking a brow, the Raichu eyed Delilah leaning over and plucking some lint off the backpack besides her desk. Pinched between two tremendous fingers, his eyes went wide as he watched the Delphox carry her quarry towards her. Sparks crackled off his cheeks in a mixture of embarrassment and… jealousy? H-hey now. What possible reason could he have to be jealous? Here he was fussing and tutting about her antics already, it certainly wasn’t like he relished or enjoyed having his proportions bloated or reduced at a moment’s notice! No sir.

“So, you said you have no classes for a good while?” Delilah inquired at the speck of wooly lint between her fingers, a ball of fluff that quivered as it answered.

“N-no, not until later,” he meeped. The sheer scale of his professor was almost impossible to take in at such a size, from her soft face that could substitute for a parking lot and then some to the soft curves of her--no no, he had to force his glance up.

“Good! See, I wouldn’t want to have you meandering through campus at a size like that. Sure, it’s hard to be harmed given the nature of the spell, but… given that I’m the reason for your current, ah, condition, you’re my responsibility until it wears off!” The cheery Delphox reached low and set the Mareep upon the ground, perking her ears fiercely as she awaited his response.

“Oh! Well, umm, thank you, professor!” What should have been a squeak carried clearly across the front of the classroom. His relief turned to shock as the sky went dark however and waves of warm air gently buffeted him. A mighty Delphox paw wiggled tantalizingly overhead, blotting out the light of the fluorescent suns hanging overhead. “B-bahhh!” Such a mighty bleat bellowed out from such a tiny Reep during its descent!

Clouds of crimson fluff and ebony leathery padding hovered playfully from far above. Looking up, the sheepy-Mareepy flinched--he was entirely unable to see past her knees, and even those were blotted out by the marvelously oversized paws that threatened to make touchdown with the ground. A soft, probably completely harmless touchdown, but one that would bear down upon him nonetheless--and he found himself unable to flee when it at last did so.

“Not too much of a problem, I hope? I’ll do my best to keep you comfy until the spell wears off!” A simple flex of her heel brought the looming paw into a meteoric descent. The tiny wooly figure swallowed hard as the paw grew to encompass his entire field of view.

*Fwuff*

Harmlessly enveloped in the fluff of thick, chubby toes, the electric-type struggled to right himself and find a proper foothold, batting his tiny hooves against the surrounding digits to little avail. With a sigh and blue cheeks rendered shades of red, he bahh bahhed in defeat and relegated himself to his delightful pawsy prison. Rotating his shoulders, he slowly forced himself forward until he was pleasantly and firmly wedged between a hilly crease in her sumptuous sole.

“I’ll take that as an ‘okay’,” Delilah teased with a wink. Turning her attention to the rest of the room ever so briefly, she noted upon the clock what was left of the class period. All of two minutes remained. Nodding once at her Raichu compatriot, she motioned for him to announce the end of the class--she had more of her own matters to attend to.

Rising from his seat, the Raichu tapped his clenched fist against his broad chest to steady his shaky nerves. Bluh, he always tended to freeze up when he had to address a class. “Attention, class! It’s uhh…”

Richie’s announcement paused at the sudden poof of smoke wafting up from the front row. The formerly diminutive Zangoose’s first crack at Minimize had faded, resulting in him bloomping back up to his original stature in a distracting razzle dazzle of wispy ribbons.

“...Umm. Well. You can leave now, I guess.” Curled ears flattened against the side of his orange furred head, they gently ruffled at the moppy brown hair matted atop it. Sucking in air through the gaps in his teeth, he forced himself to conclude his pathetic announcement with a feeble wave. “Seeya on Wednesday.”

Noting the short-lived Minimize from the Zangoose with lidded amusement, the Delphox returned her gaze to her desk as the remainder of the class started to mosey on out. The feline-mongoose seemed to look around once or twice as if something was missing, then shrugged and went on his merry way. Classroom nearing emptiness, there was no better time to start seeing if any redactions needed to be made on the sheets she’d printed. Thinking on it, she probably should have done so sooner, but getting situated and having her fun far outweighed such a priority. She innocuously twiddled and clenched her toes as she analyzed the sheet for erroneous anomalies, a certain tinyreep being batted around and mooshed contentedly. Fixing up errors in tense and flow for later re-printing, she could swear she heard the faintest of shy bleats.

“There’s always next time, Richie.” Catching his gaze in her own, Delilah tossed her head to the side and motioned for him to approach.

The Raichu nodded and meandered to her side, leaning his arms on the desk as he briefly spied her work. Apparently it didn’t catch his interest quite as well as the rest of her. “Oh… I guess. Try not to make me do it every time though, alright?” He looked up, tail wrapping shyly around his own leg.

Delilah’s soft thick arm, covered with velvety red fur that draped down like sleeves, curled around his waist and pulled him close. “I’m not going to be here for every single class you know. I certainly plan on being here for each and every one, mind you, but one of these days you very well may have to conduct a class entirely by your lonesome.” She pressed her lips against her beloved’s mousey muzzle and muahhhed.

Cheeks sparking ferociously, the Raichu shrugged in assent--as much as he was able from his prison of hugging Delphox arms. “I-I-I…” Barely able to complete a sentence. He quietly cursed himself.

“Oh don’t be like that!” The fluffy fox directed one wet kiss after another at the Raichu’s lips. “Richie, I don’t expect you to be able to lead a lecture and discussion all on your own right here and now. That’s something that takes practice and preparation.” Delilah arched her brows at the sight of his arced tail unfurling itself around his toned legs. Pulling him close into a crushing hug, she rested her fluffy chin upon his head. The feeling of his limbs relaxing and sinking into her flab gave her reason to breathe easy. “Now as much as I love having a piece of eye candy that grades exams and homework for me, I expect more. Can I count on you to step up and say help me conduct lectures? We’ll start off slow, having you explain a spell or two a day and gradually work your way up from there.”

It was clear that the Raichu wanted to look thoughtful and give the prospect some contemplation, but he shook his head and did not hesitate to agree. “Y-yeah, I can do that! Last thing I want to be is dead weight or anything like that. I’ll do what I can when you need me!”

“Awww! It’s very much appreciated, my little helper.” Passionately digging her toes into the ground as she swept the Raichu closer for another smooch, she had nearly forgotten the shrunken student by her paws. A frantic tickle between her toes refreshed her memory, though Richie promptly spoke up the second he could break free from Delilah’s protective grasp.

“Sooooo how should we go about breaking it to maintenance staff that Room 220 is in need of a new...new…” Richie clacked his teeth together and gestured a hand towards the gaping hole in the wall.

Nervous laughter spilled out from the Delphox’s muzzle while she curled her toes, unconsciously kneading her wooly footrest between fatty thick toes and her plushy plus-sized soft sole. “H-how about we let them know when they ask about it? None of the students seemed too fazed, after all!”

Richie nodded wordlessly. He opened his mouth to speak, shut it once he threw another glance at the airy entrance that had been ruthlessly blasted open, then creaked it open yet again. “I think that’ll work just fineeeeep!” His tail lashed out behind him and straightened on end when he felt the carpeted ground beneath him give way to luxuriously floofy and soft wool. Wiggling his digits, he blushed at the sight of the bleating and wooly ottoman that had materialized beneath his and the Delphox’s paws.

“Um.” The sheep struggled to right himself from a reclined position beneath the desk, bumping his head with a startled bahhh. A period of silence ensued with each of the three trading glances. Rubbing a single wooly arm, the now full-sized electric ovine stuttered to break the quiet. “N-not interrupting anything am I? I’ll just… uh, start heading to my next class. See you tomorrow Miss Delilah!” At that, the Mareep dragged himself out from under the desk and hurriedly pranced out of sight on all fours.

“Hehe, I can tell this year will be a fun one!” Delilah declared, swishing her puffy tail behind her to cap off the start of the new school year.

“Y-yeah,” Richie said, tossing a wayward peek through the Delilah-sized perforation in the side of the room. Dozens of students flew by with each passing second, none of which seeming to pivot toward the very room they were in--though that didn’t mean there weren’t to be many curious peeks inside. “Still the matter of getting that auditorium in tip-top shape for next month.”

“Hmmmmm.” The foxy professor’s crimson eyes darted up towards the Klinklang shaped clock ticking and tocking away the minutes. “The next class doesn’t start up for another hour. Care to take this discussion back to my office?” With a growl and wink, Delilah had already decided for her TA and scooped him up into her arms.

****

A beginning of a new month. The Raichu sighed; there was nothing quite so refreshing, at least so he would say if he were asked. The month had gone by swiftly and smoothly--a few bumps in the form of being called up to play the role of Delilah’s guinea pig, but nothing he couldn’t shrug off. The electric rodent turned his head to watch the streets, then waddled across. Three boxes of donuts balanced between his hands, the cardboard container papped against the underside of his chin in tune to the gait of his step. He was sure he would come to regret the extra ten minutes it took to walk to Delilah’s new classroom come winter, but the early morning sights, sounds, and smells had yet to lose their appeal.

Snoozing Ledyba nestled into the trunks of trees lining the campus streets. A gentle breeze swayed the Metapods that strung themselves down from the old oak trees, their hardened carapaces glistening with morning dew tunked softly against the low hanging branches. Their evolved counterparts fluttered in the motherly gales as Butterfree, garnering the earthbound Richie’s admiration as he passed.

“Hope she doesn’t mind a bit of a surprise,” Richie mumbled. Her affection was always a welcome treat, one he didn’t want to dampen. No, no--she’d never be upset with a few sweets to start off her morning. No need to fret. He hefted the boxes closer to his chest, rustling their contents ever the slightest, and continued at a leisurely pace.

Rowan auditorium. It had taken two whole weeks for the campus board to give in, but eventually they relented to Delilah’s demands for a larger classroom. After the Birch Hall staircase buckled under her weight at the end of the first week, the Raichu and Delphox were convinced they would finally relocate her. Unfortunately, they simply shuffled her down to the first floor. It was only after Delilah’s growing girth burst apart the building’s entrance and two more classrooms that they finally capitulated.

It was a bit of a difficult thing to work around, Richie admitted. Knowledge and magic made her grow. Being around such an enthusiastic workplace and using magic on a regular basis, it was hard to imagine that she would stay any one size for any period of time. Every passing day marked the smallest she would ever be. Even shelled up in his corner of the classroom, he could swear her growth had become visible to the naked eye, Delilah inching up while she excitedly fielded, well, more like forced questions out of her students. Between that and crafting her own topics, reviewing and correcting factual inaccuracies in the textbook, and digging into light research of her own at the campus library, it was… Richie gulped and failed to calm his heart gone pitter-patter. Oh Arceus it was a sight to behold. For so many different reasons.

The image of Delilah leafing through endless numbers of books and tomes was, in all frankness, somewhat terrifying. He’d have to keep a constant vigil; he was willing to bet the only reason she hadn’t gone and absorbed every last bit of knowledge from the library in one fell swoop was because she hadn’t thought it wise. But if he brought it up, even offhandedly… well, she’d practically feel obligated to.

At the same time though… guhhh. The thought of her swelling, looming, towering above him was something that he enjoyed more than any other. Oh he’d certainly never out and out admit to it, heavens no! Delilah would threaten to Minimize him each and every day, rendering him but a speck upon her soft and sprawling form and ahhhhhh that’s not helping.

Richie shook his head. Oh thank Arceus I’m here. A mere block away lied the gargantuan ground-level building: Rowan auditorium, now Delilah’s brand new classroom. Or at least for this month. Lord knew what kind of loominess Delilah would be possessed by in another 30 days--no, no, he shouldn’t think about that. Shuffling the boxes of delicious pastries that had cut into a third of the week’s salary onto one hand, the Raichu shyly, ever so slowly extended a knuckle and lightly rapped the metal door.

A purple pallor overtook its rectangular metal frame and it swung inward. “Richie!” Delilah’s sing-song voice called out to the Raichu in delight, its substantial volume echoing across the interior of the building and rattling the electric mouse’s bones with its pleasant rumble. “Goodness, it’s nice to see you so bright and early. Class doesn’t start for another--” she paused, passionately sniffing the air with her itty bitty black nose atop the end of her muzzle, nostrils flaring open and shut. Her voice crumbled slightly and her ruby eyes settled upon the tower of boxes in Richie’s hands. “Oh, what’s--what’s that wonderful smell? Is… that you, Richie? Did you get me something?” Tail wagging happily and ears perked high, the Delphox motioned for the Raichu to take a seat at her side.

With Delilah sitting upon the stage, curtains tossed to the side and light fixtures brushing against her ear tips, Rowan was already starting to look snug even after so short a stay! Her generous behind was spread wide upon the concrete slab that had once been graced with student productions. Her bloated belly rested firmly in her lap, pushing aside thighs that could rival Wailmer in size. Her ‘Chu smothering paws clenched and unfurled their toes as they scraped forward through the first five set of padded seats, the poor Delphox eeeing in anticipation upon Richie’s approach.

Richie nodded, plodding forward with his tower comprised of three magenta boxes firmly in hand. “Yeah!” Bleh, spitting out a simple yes over any manner of witty or clever answer was more difficult than he would have expected. He didn’t need to impress her; the prospect was enough. “I mean… I swung by a place, thought I’d grab you some breakfast, is all.” He heaved the precarious stack of sweet treats and gently plopped them onto the stage, just at Delilah’s side. Daring to look up, the Raichu twiddled his thumbs anxiously, a small part of him still wondering if such a move was too much.

Delilah smacked her lips loudly. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve had an honest to goodness meal.” Her index finger and thumb, arched together, descended upon the box of breakfast delights like some sort of oversized and fluffy crane game. All three boxes were pinched gently between her clawed fingertips. They were cautiously hoisted up towards the auditorium’s rafters that snaked around the fox’s soft face. “Now don’t get me wrong, Stockpile is a wonderful spell that always fills me to bursting with all the nutrients I’ll ever need.”

“...But doesn’t that get bland?” Richie asserted, hopping upon the stage to snag a spot of his own. He scooched close and affectionately cozied up into the wondrous heft of Delilah’s thigh. “Useful, yeah.” And at her size, getting her fed all the time was a… bit of a challenge. “But I like to think it’s okay to treat you every now and then.”

“Bland? If I could even taste it that would be a welcome relief.” She skillfully loosened the pressure on her fingers and allowed two magenta boxes to slide free. They plopped down into the black furred palm waiting just underneath, wedging themselves into the creases in her flesh. “I’ve found that to maximize the effectiveness of the spell, it’s best to combine it and Swallow into one fluid mental motion. The end result being conjured food materializes directly inside this bloated belly of mine.” Bringing her hand up to her face, Delilah sniffed at the decadent aromas wafting up from the still warm contents of the Raichu’s gracious gift.

“Well, if magic had a taste I’m sure it would be bland.” Richie scratched the back of his head a little in deliberation. He watched as the gigantic Delphox effortlessly pried apart the tiny pink cases with her index finger and thumb, not bothering to peel off the tape with all the precision of a pair of tweezers, and dumped their fluffy and freshly-baked contents straight into her awaiting maw. “Goodness you eat fast.”

Her body shuddered at the influx of sugar, frosting, and puffy bread coating her taste buds. “And you’d have me waste time eating these tiny things all individually? Not a chance, little Richie, not a chance!” Licking her lips ravenously, she slurped up every last crumb in her maw’s vicinity. “Though if you’re offering to do so for me, who am I to say no?” The fluffy crane game deposited its contents onto a jiggly Delphox tum that had forced apart its owners’ legs. A knowing smile curled up along her muzzle while she twiddled her furred fingers along her taut stomach.

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