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 2 (Or the part that could not be crammed into a single submission)

“I… bluh, it wasn’t necessarily an offer, but--” Richie started, creasing his lips in unnerved thought. Delilah simply was having too much fun with this. He motioned his finger toward her belly, then back to himself as if to ask for a confirmation. Delilah simply nodded, eyes flickering with embers of amusement. His cheeks went wild with sparks and in response the Raichu cupped his hands against them defensively. “Do I at least get a lift up there?”

“Come now Richie, it’s just the two of us!” Blue energies congealed upon her fingertips. Sliding one digit across the other, wisps of magic snapped out from where they crackled upon contact. They snaked through the air with purpose towards the doors. Spreading wide across their frames, translucent Barriers prevented the doors from being swung open. “I know how much you love exacerbating the size differential between us,” she teased. “My tiny shrunken ‘Chu clambering upon Mount Delilah, hmmm? You can hardly resist begging to explore all those fluffy peaks and valleys during office hours!” This time it was Delilah’s turn to blush as shades of crimson seethed through her white puffed cheeks.

“I suppose, but for how long? The students will arrive at some point or another and--” He clammed himself. Best not to think about that. Delilah was here and that was an open offer and he did like her and blargh. He knew he thought too much. “A-alright.” Shaking his head, the comparatively diminutive Raichu grabbed his slim fingers around the fur of her knee, shakily making his way up. His pulse alternated between deadened and hyperactive, the ‘chu never once daring to glance downward.

Gah, her assertions certainly weren’t wrong. He was no stranger to Minimize on top of their natural size disparity, and… goodness. His mind flashed with images of fields of Delphox sprawled out like a landscape, the contours and anomalies of her stretched out belly bordering on mountainous. The current situation was less extreme, but no less of a guilty pleasure.

Body quaking and shaking with her giggles, Delilah was unable to stifle her growing grin. “Oh no, it’s a flabalanche!” She exclaimed in delight as ripples pulsed down across her belly and threatened to shake her little mountain climber free.

“S-s-stop t-that!” Richie whined as the fur and flesh beneath the grips of his tiny hands wavered. His chest bouncing against the thunderous thigh as waves of force batted him back and forth like a cat’s toy, the Raichu grumbled in poorly-hidden delight, putting up with her games with no more reluctance than usual. “Y-you’re the one who wanted me up there to begin with,” he managed quickly before another bout of giggling quieted him.

“And you’re the one who agreed to indulge me.” Delilah’s laughter tapered off to a contented sigh. Intermittent snrrks continued to slip free from between her pursed lips as her beloved ‘Chu’s fine fingers tickled and teased at her belly. “Are you really that shy to admit you enjoy this, Richie? I, well, I love you and your company.” She felt her heart flutter at the admission. Alright, maybe she couldn’t fault his reluctance. The fiery fox was just as timid when it came to the matter of admitting her affection for him, preferring to rely on implications than outright declarations. “And I’m fairly certain you feel the same.”

“Oh, I mean--” Disagreement? Hell no. Hell no to the third power. “You know I love you too, Delilah,” he said as he finally reached the apex of his climb, settling comfortably on her thigh to look her in the eyes, even if from his distance. Huh, felt nice to actually say that aloud. Had he never said it before? “I mean… yeah. We’ve been dating for…” he counted months off his fingers. Should he breach years? “A long long time. Of course that’s how I feel!”

“So you do enjoy this?” Eyebrows arched, she brought a hand down to her thunderest of thighs and stroked gently at the Raichu’s back.

Richie forced words between mumbles of pleasure brought on by the backrubs. “Y… yeah. Yes a lot.”

“Perfect,” Delilah said, voice becoming a gentle lilt that utterly melted the Raichu’s long ears. With dexterity unexpected of her size, she pinched two fingers around the collar of the little ‘chu’s jacket and placed him on the bulge of her tummy, just beneath her massive, looming endowments. “Care to give me a hand in finishing the last box then, Rich?”

Toes clenched and curling at the tufts of fluff that jiggled beneath his paws, the Raichu nodded an emphatic yes. His fingers twiddled at the coarse strips of tape holding his box of sugary sweets, emblazoned with the label of Donphan’s Doughnuts. Alliteration was the rule of cool on campus, from A to Z. Mamoswine’s Malts, Treecko’s Textbooks, Glaceon’s General Store… it was a theme if nothing else. But, he admitted, they never skimped on quality, and these doughnuts were no exception. Richie pried open the box cautiously, eyes darting from it to those of the hungry Delphox, and noted the dozen or so thick and squishy ring-shaped treats within. Smoothing back down the fraying pieces of tape, he tucked the doughy delights under an arm. One paw set down before the other he eagerly ascended the wobbling landscape of fluff and chub.

“You can wait for me, can’t you?” Delilah echoed coyly. A finger reached up behind the Raichu, bounding against her chest giddily as if in urging. Little ripples in the flabby ground echoed forth at second-long intervals, wobbling Richie’s feet ever so slightly. Nodding, Richie continued his trek forward, marveling at the mounds of Delilah’s ever-amassing chest, hidden ever so scarcely beneath her taut shirt, which no doubt struggled to keep its integrity in check. Sighing, he flumped onto his back between the mounds and let his fingers peel away from the box, dropping it on his chest. Snuggling between Delilah’s soft and pillowy breasts, each at least twice his size and then some, the Raichu welcomed his wonderfully cozy hammock. The softness of her breathing, the gentle rhythm of her echoing heartbeat beneath him, the warm cast by her fluff and oversized endowments… it would be a challenge to find a happier ‘Chu.

Proudly donning his title of Restiest Relaxedest Raichu, Richie nuzzled his sparking cheeks against her accommodating pillows and sighed contentedly. It was umm… he felt his heart threaten to thump its way out of his chest as he continued to shower her with affection and kisses. Arceus almighty this was nice. Simply being able to be transparent and upfront about his feelings for her in public was empowering. Stifling a nervous laugh, he looked out over their audience of none. Okay, so maybe the Raichu was getting a little ahead of himself. Acting as such in a public place with no one around to d’aww or aww or out and out ignore them was no indicator of his progress, truth be told. Still didn’t stop it from feeling nice though.

Richie let out a breath of a sigh, one that came out louder than intended. He felt Delilah’s giggling rumble beneath in response, though his wedged position kept him held firm. His fingers tapped with minor trepidation at the glaringly pink box before peeling back the tape for what already felt like the umpteenth time. Delilah playfully oohed and ahhed as its contents were revealed in full, but stayed her hand from plucking them out on her own. Richie felt a certain pair of gigantic eyes bore into him patiently the second his hand reached for the first of a dozen; the force intensified when he dared pinch it between two fingers. Chuckling, he laid himself back and split it in two, nibbling contentedly at his share.

“Do you remember a few weeks back during office hours when you showed off Stockpile?” Richie licked at the rich glaze and sprinkles icing his fingertips.

“How could I forget? That was the day after I emptied out the entire campus cafeteria’s lunch bar!” Fennec ears folded down, Delilah groaned. “The worst part had to be that I wasn’t even full after eating enough to put a family of Snorlaxes to shame.” Threatening the nutritional needs of the student body with her ravenous appetite was a concern that weighed heavily on the Delphox’s mind as her stature and girth continued to explode in size. It wasn’t ideal but she had relegated herself to conjuring her own sustenance from here on out. To say it tasted bland was an understatement, but what else could she do?

Besides, as long as Richie was there to provide company, she was happy as can be. His gifts in real food never hurt either.

“As much as you try to hide the fact, I see you wrinkling that nose of yours every time you gulp down that Dittofied excuse for food you’ve been calling lunch the past few weeks.”

“I never said I particularly enjoyed it…” the Delphox mumbled. “Okay, yeah, it doesn’t even taste like anything. You know how you can’t describe what water tastes like? It’s a lot like that, but with food. I don’t particularly like scraping the bones purely for the sake of sustaining myself and forgetting what a proper meal tastes like.” Though she had to admit, it made the occasions when she did get a chance to eat something that wasn’t conjured a lot more… special.

Arced tail flicking side to side, Richie pondered the opportunity presented to him. Once more, he hurriedly glanced around the empty auditorium. At least no one would be around to drink in his failure should he completely flub this. “A-allow me to remedy that,” he stammered out while he flipped onto his stomach and peered up at her from between her breasts. Slowly, the Raichu navigated through the tangles of fluff cascading down from her neck with his precious cargo in hand. Nuzzling close to her neck, the Raichu brought one reassuring hand to caress her cheek, and the other with the second half of a chocolate-glazed pastry, patting it against her lips in offering.

Richie felt his left hand begin to grow warm with the slight reddening of the cheek beneath it. The gigantic Delphox opened her lips and accepted the treat into her maw without a moment’s hesitation, nearly gobbling poor Richie’s hand along with it. Lips puckered, she smacked on the Raichu’s limb and leaned forward. Those luscious lips slid up and along the fur and flesh comprising the length of his arm until they made contact with his face and torso. Mwahhhing quietly, she planted a wet and affectionate kiss on his entire person.

“Thanks, Richie,” Delilah whispered delicately into his ear. “I know I’ve said it at least once before today, but I love ya.” She finished one last smooch before reluctantly retracting her fine, gentle lips, slowly sliding them back over his arm at a deliberate pace. The Raichu’s entire face was rendered a lovely shade of rose in silence.

Being brash had gotten him this far. May as well let it ride. Before Delilah had the chance to retract her neck back up to its perch upon her shoulders, he dared to lean forward, snake his arm up around her cheek, and plant his face into her lips to respond in kind, tenderly landing as affectionate a smooch as his tiny body could muster.

It never would cease to shock the Delphox whenever he returned her affections in full, and right then was no exception. “You’re, ah…” She began to trail off, eyes peering emptily into the distance before she shook her head. “You’re getting pretty darn good at that.” Her eyes widened as yet another smooch was planted upon her lips. “At this rate we aren’t going to finish breakfast before the class rolls in, you know.” Not that Delilah was at all disappointed with the prospect.

Richie simply nodded, lying contentedly back between his snug pillows. “I know.” He handed another pastry to the awaited maw above, feeling it vanish from between his fingers in mere seconds.

“Now of course I’d be remiss to not counter with some spoiling of my own.” Flicking a black furred foxy finger upward, a purple aura enveloped a glazed donut. Reacting to the Delilah’s volition it slid itself free from its cardboard confines and hovered towards Richie’s lips.

“D-delilah these are supposed to be for you!” Grunting, he forced his mouth shut as the breakfast pastry bapped into his face repeatedly.

“Pff. Listen Rich, if I’m able and willing to share a place with my little mousey every so evening, I think it’s more than okay for me to spare a bit of breakfast. Now open wide, ‘kay?” Her words were sweeter than honey and proved more than enough to pry his lips back open, albeit reluctantly.

Rolling his eyes, Richie dutifully chewed his sugar soaked meal. “Mmmph?” Before he could even finish his first forced bite, another doughy delight papped and nuzzled at his cheek. “Delilahhmmmff!” Into her hand the Raichu had played, as more and more of the glazed donut forced itself into his open maw.

“Oh come now. I’ve already eaten two boxes of these, I’m sure you can handle a few of your own!”

The Raichu swallowed a lump hard and unenthusiastically bit into the next one. “Yeah but you’re, like, at least thirty times bigger than me, so that hardly counts!” Lithe tummy growing taut, Richie blushed furiously as Delilah rubbed a finger up and down his distended belly. “D-don’t do that, come on!” His madly sparking cheeks betrayed his enjoyment for the sensuality of her motions, however.

“You’re such an open book, Richie,” Delilah cooed. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether you wear your heart on your sleeve or you just don’t know how to properly say no!”

A third and fourth donut disappeared into the Raichu’s increasingly cooperative lips. Shuddering at the tummy rubs smothering his chubby tired form, he was content to… oh who was he kidding. Richie loved every second of it.

“I…” Dammit, he did want to at least put up a semblance of a struggle. She’d cornered even that out of him. Though there was absolutely no harm in giving up the ship to the playful fox. “I’d say no if I wanted to,” he gushed, meeping as her finger tapped down once upon his exposed stomach in response.

“Hehehe, my adorable little Chubbychu. I well and truly do appreciate the sentiment, Richie.” Chin tucked in against her neck, Delilah booped and showered her beloved TA with nuzzles. A fifth and six donut struggled to shove themselves down his throat as the beginning throes of a food coma overwhelmed the Raichu. “We’ll pick back up where we left off during office hours. Class will be showing up momentarily, so…” Ears flicking to and fro, their broad surface picked up the gentlest jostles and footsteps just outside the auditorium’s entrance.

Finger pressed against his bloated and urfing form, she kneaded him into her chest. Ripples of magical energies radiated out from her digit and into the palette of oranges, browns, and yellows that defined him. After a couple of rotations he was lost amongst the red and white forests of fur that flowed down Delilah’s chest. The mounds of chest were now as mountains that flanked his sides in the great cleavage crevasse.

“Good morning, class!” The Delphox called out while a throng of her students, unusually punctual this morning, poured into the classroom. “I do hope you’ve been studying long and hard for today’s exam!”

The response was expected: a few mumbles here and there, but a general consensus consisted of nods and the sounds of dozens of chairs creaking as the students took to their assigned seats. The empty room began to fill with colors and shapes of all kinds; the usual members took to their happy back ends of the room, with the front row flanked by Delilah’s massive, sprawled paws being comprised of a familiar Mareep and a Zangoose following not far behind.

“Hup hup hup, what do you think you’re doing down there you silly sheepy?” A clawed finger pointed accusingly at the Mareep fishing pencils out of his backpack. “We’re not having that kind of exam! Rote memorization, while it certainly has its uses, is not how I intend to go about gauging your progress in the magical arts.”

A surprised bleat served to convey the electric sheep’s confusion. “B-but?” He hurriedly stuffed away his writing implements back from whence they came, ignoring the stifled chirping giggles of a few flying-types in the rear rows. “What’s the exam then?” he dared ask, twiddling his nubby fingers.

“All I am going to ask from you all is a simple demonstration. Out of each of the spells I have taught you over the course of the semester, I want you to choose one and show what you’ve learned. Minimize, Growth--you name it!” Delilah snapped her fingers for emphasis. “And heck, for those of you prudent students out there, spells from the first couple chapters in the text that I have not gone over will be alloted bonus points. Let’s see what you’ve got!”

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