Irritability with alchemists, short-temperedness with alchemists, and light bloating. Consult your local Fracture Hill alchemist before applying Stone-B-Gone. (And if you are a cheetah suffering these negative side-effects, be sure to be kind to your local alchemist. You're the one who wanted golden shoes in the first place.)


.:Rated general for:.
>Gradual WG
>Growth


Spyro the Dragon is © Insomniac & Activision.


Word Count: 3241

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Well, it had taken about what, nine tries? Maybe ten; Spyro had stopped caring to count after the Alchemist had somehow managed to bump into the same Earthshaper three times. It was almost like he had been doing it on purpose at this point. Still, it had taken a lot of reckless charging (and a few choice words) before the blind old satyr had finally made it to wear Hunter had been patiently waiting. “Oooohhh, look who finally showed up” the cheetah sarcastically declared.

“Yeah, it uhh, it tooks us a while to walk the whole few yards here didn’t it?” the dragon added as the Alchemist poured a brown-ish potion onto the stone.

Everyone stared intently, but nothing happened. “Hmm, perhaps I should have made more of the final batch?” the satyr mused, rubbing his hairy chin.

“Final batch?! Then what was the gunge you just poured on the stone?!” Hunter growled.

“The first try. It worked on the stone I tested on, but perhaps here there is too much rock? Yes yes, that must be it. Nothing to do with contacting skin at all” the Alchemist theorised.

“Wait, what was that about skin?” the feline questioned.

“No fear. I will work up a proper batch and be back in a jiffy” the satyr cheerfully declared, hobbling off down the short path to his lab that was didn’t even involve walking past Earthshapers.

Spyro’s eyelid twitched violently. “I know Nestor told me not to say this, but SON OF A-”

“Hey, you’re mad?” Hunter conveniently cut in. “At least you’re still able to walk out of here and give him a piece of your mind” he complained.

“Why did you even want golden shoes anyways? Wouldn’t they be too heavy to run in?” the dragon answered back.

“It sounded cool! Alright? I thought have solid gold shoes would be pretty cool” the cheetah retorted.

“The only one who would find that cool would be Moneybags” Spyro snorted.

“At least it’d make him jealous and- Uhh, this stone is starting to feel funny” Hunter said with a little concern. Staring at the rock, the dragon’s mouth slacked as cracks started to spread along the surface. “Uhh, this is feeling way uncomfortable” the cheetah grimaced.

That damn hunk was pinching his feet something nasty, and it was only getting worse as the rock continued to break. PING! A small pebble narrowly avoided Spyro’s head as it was jettisoned from the stone, leaving a claw wiggling in the empty space. “Uhhh, Hunter?” the dragon spoke up.

“What? Can’t YOOOOOUUUU see this rock is making my feet ache?” the feline complained.

“Uhh, I think it’s the other way around” Spyro commented, slowly stepping back.

The wiggling claw was soon followed by its friends as more as the stone crumbled away, revealing the cheetah’s swollen toes stretching out of their prison. Tapping impatiently, Hunter was quite relieved with the freedom felt as more rock continued to break away, his feet busting through, compliments of their enlarged physique. And yet their owner didn’t even seem to notice as the prison suddenly split apart, his rising feet busting away the remaining shards as he took his first step of freedom. “Ahhh, much better” Hunter sighed.

“Uhh, Hunter? Your feet” the dragon pointed out from behind a brazier.

“Huh? What about my- OH WHAT THE HECK?!”

His svelt, angular feet had been replaced by soft, doughy, rounded ones; each armed with four soft and round little piggies squishing together. “My freaking feet?!” the feline growled, waving one about it. “They’ve doubled in size!”

“At least” Spyro commented as he came out from hiding to give them a poke. His claw pressed gently into Hunter’s soft foot, sinking for half an inch. “This is some kind of weird way to break the rock” he added.

“Oh that is IT!” Hunter snarled, drawing his bow. “I am SOOO going to give that alchemist a piece of my mind.”

The cheetah gingerly stomped forward, his fattened feet pretty awkward to work with as the duo marched the short distance back to the lab. “HEY ALCHEMIST! I WANT A WORD WITH YOU!” he growled.

The satyr turned, and almost lost his glasses over what he saw. “Oh dear. I was afraid this was going to happened” he uttered, and then tipped over one of his benches.

“Afraid of what? Making it so all I have to do is paint my feet to give me clown shoes?” the feline demanded.

“Oh dear, no, that’s just the start. Ah, little dragon, you might want to join me under cover” the Alchemist said as he hid behind the bench.

“The start of what?” Hunter demanded as Spyro took cover. “You old goat the start of what?!”

“That” the satyr said, pointing at the cheetah’s feet from over the bench.

The cheetah almost went cross-eyed as he stared down, his limbs shaking unnaturally as his flesh almost seemed to be moving. “What’s, ha ha, what’s happening?” Hunter humourlessly laughed.

“Just a uhh, side-effect. No biggie. Yet” the satyr replied as he kept low.

The feline stared down at his feet again as the tremors appeared to have ended, only for his biggest toes to suddenly double in size. Hunter’s jaw slackened as the other six puffed up just as suddenly. Gulping, he watched as his feet started to inflate, stretching outwards and sidewards, sending his shoe size skyrocketing as they inched across the floor, his toes wiggling about anxiously. “WHAT THE HECK?!”

As his feet continued to grow, Hunter’s calves joined in the fun, swelling outwards with soft, cushy padding contorting into a mockery of faint muscle structure. “Uhh, Alchemist? What’s happening to Hunter?” Spyro asked as the two watch the feline bend down to squeeze at his widening lower legs.

“Well, in layman's terms little dragon, the original draft was intended to make the cheetah strong enough to break the stone. I thought maybe it might work on the stone itself after testing. But it would appear the stone was porous enough for the mixture to reach his skin” the satyr explained, ducking down lower as Hunter couldn’t even get his fingers around his legs anymore.

“So, he’s getting strong?” the dragon asked.

“Erm, no. It’s umm, the exact opposite of being strong. The potion doesn’t bring muscle, but fat. Bit of an unfortunate failure there. So, just keep hiding and hopefully you’ll avoid any contact with him until it’s done” the Alchemist concluded. “Assuming he survives, of course.”

“Hunter” Spyro said quietly as he stared out from the side of the bench.

The feline grimaced as his clunky, flabby legs were getting heavier and heavier to lift, what with the sandbags of lard clinging tightly to his calves, and it was still rising. Hunter made a noise of disgust as his thighs ballooned, swelling with pounds upon pounds of fat, and already they were starting to press together, their mass squishing harder and harder as they swelled together. “MAKE IT STOP ALCHEMIST!” he roared.

“Sorry! But it umm, cannot be stopped” the satyr answered nonchalantly.

“Why yourgh!” the feline incoherently groaned.

His chunky thighs were starting to cause such friction, and by now Hunter was beginning to notice how there was an odd feeling rising and seeping up from his legs, compounding itself in themselves before seeping into… oh no. Eyes wide, the feline twisted about, trying to get a good look of his behind in the candlelight. He groaned in dismay as his flat, firm rear was rising into a cute little round posterior. Naturally, it didn’t stay cute for long as his rump blimped, swelling further and rounder and heavier, creeping inch by inch out as they were filled with the same miraculous loads of hefty lard. The Hunter sighed as he wiggled his broadening hips, his booty shaking from side to side. “Hey Hunter! Bet Elora’s gonna make a tonne of cracks about you now!” Spyro couldn’t help but say.

“Oh like I need her seeing me like thi- HEY! Shut up!” the cheetah snapped back.

Pouting, Hunter hefted his cheeks, trying to keep them up, but even for his awesomeness, these buns were getting to be too much for him. Releasing them, they sagged heavily, their undersides slowly merging with his still-growing thighs. Gosh he looked so ridiculous with thick jiggly legs and this enormous ass, while still sporting his hearty, athletic upper bod. The cheetah shook his head and sighed as he traced the tucks starting to creep along his legs, with his pointed knees merely a raised bump among the cellulite. “Is this, healthy, for him?” the dragon asked.

“Should be. I mean if he’s fine now he should be fine when it reaches his belly” the Alchemist responded.

“Wait, my belly?!” Hunter repeated. “Nononono! I can’t have a gut! It’s not cool!”

“Why? You’re already the butt of jokes here” Spyro snarked.

“I am not a- Stop it with the butt jokes will ya? This is serious” the feline grumbled, stomping a chunky leg petulantly, the ground below him subtly cracking.

“Butt why? It’s not that serious” the satyr spoke up. He was met with a pair of withering looks, and the Alchemist knew to silence himself. Well, except for a warning: “Being serious here, it should be reaching your belly by now.”

“NononononoNOOOOOOOHOHOOOO!” the feline groaned in dismay.

The Alchemist was right, as the toxic effects of the potion were creeping up the middle of his torso, and already he was sporting a cute little paunch. Hunter sighed in exasperation as he gently cradled his belly, which gently grew in his claws. The feline he rolled his hand over himself, his paunch slowly creeping into muffin top territory, and it wasn’t fitting to be sitting at muffins. Fat rolling upon fat, Hunter’s belly bloomed nicely, curving down from his flat chest with the main event hanging out for a few good inches. “This is so not cool” the cheetah complained loudly, and in one particular direction.

“It’s not my fault this blind goat can’t see Rockshapers until they’re already hitting him!” Spyro spoke up.

“Not my fault that the dragon couldn’t escort me though my clearly ingenious route” the Alchemist muttered testily.

“Ah jeez” Hunter groaned as the lower strap of his quiver started to sink into his blossoming beer gut. “I’m starting to look like Moneybags!”

“I think he’s actually sturdier than he lets on. He survived a fall from the palace without a scratch” the dragon interjected.

“Hey, can we talk more about me and this please?” the cheetah snapped, gesturing to his gut.

Wide and portly, Hunter had his hands to his spreading hips, to account for the rising, now quite wobbly mass he was sporting. “NGH!” he grimaced, his feet suddenly growing a few more inches.

His legs were quick to follow, widening and stretching upwards, with his lower thighs starting to press together as well as the feline seemed to stand a little bit straighter, or perhaps higher. “Is he getting taller?” Spyro whispered to the Alchemist.

“It would appear so, though this comes unexpected” the satyr frowned.

“Ah jeez, how am I going to show off how awesome I am like this?” Hunter complained as he gripped his rolling belly and shook it, ripples of blubber rolling through it to his fattening sides.

As much as Spyro wanted to snark, maybe it wasn’t the best time for it anymore, given that the cheetah’s sides were starting to crease around his hips. Thank god he wasn’t wearing pants, since they would have been spilling over them if he did. Even his tail was looking chunkier, getting a little club-like as it snaked into the rising cleft of his rump. “Oof!”

Hunter raised his skinny arms as his ass was suddenly dumped with additional weight, his back arching back as he caught his balance. “Jeez” he moaned, digging his skinny fingers deep into his rump.

“Jeez that” Spyro said, pointing to the cheetah’s chest.

“AH JEEZ!”

His upper body’s grace period was over as his chest rounded out nice, giving Hunter a pair of perky As for his quiver strap to neatly dig into. “Hunter! Lose the quiver” the dragon called.

“But it looks so good on… me” the feline gulped as his perky As became a pair of heftier Bs, and the strap dug deeper. “Ye-yeah, point taken” he decided, losing the belt strap and tossing the accessory into the lab. “Hey! That actually feel better” he remarked, itching at the spot on his belly where the strap had dug in so tightly.

Honestly, the weight wasn’t too bad now, and if not for his awesome warrior image, Hunter would almost concede that maybe this felt nice in general… maybe? It still made him frown to rub at his ballooning chest, his plush pecs resting comfy on his hefty, Crush-sized gut. Resting a hand on the entry arch, the cheetah huffed a little as the building supported him, oblivious to his arm steadily sinking diagonally as he literally began to fill the arch. “Is this supposed to feel, I dunno, kinda good?” Hunter asked.

“Your experience is up to your own interpretation” the satyr responded.

“Feeling for the fat, huh Hunter?” Spyro smirked. “Maybe you’ll wanna stay that big? Cause some of my fellow dragons back home could help you out with that. Maybe you can sumo like Magnus or belly bump with Lyle or Cleetus.”

“I’m not saying that. And sumo is really lame” Hunter retorted, his shoulders rounding out and his arms thickening.

It was at a frightful pace too, as the fat rushed across both his arms, the band on his right arm sinking into the quagmire before snapping off, with the cloth vambrace on his left tearing its seams and dropping off as well. “Is it speeding up?!” Hunter wailed, both hands resting comfortably on the upper curves of the lab arch.

“It would appear so” the Alchemist gulped as he cowered behind the bench.

The feline whimpered as his body ballooned dramatically, his round gut surging over his groin, the hefty underside knocking against his sunken knees while his rump consumed more of the back of his thighs. “Jeez. Even Moneybags could beat me up now” he complained as his neck was slowly engulfed by his torso.

“Don’t give him too much credit. Or he’ll charge interest” Spyro joked.

“Heh, yeah” Hunter smiled, his cheeks inflating as a trio of chins hung from his shin. “BAH!” he cried, squishing at his fat face. Panicking, the feline moved in what little space the archway had. “OWW!” he yelped, bumping his head on the top of it.

The mountainous mass of cheetah staggered about, his inflating sides squishing against the lab entrance as his massive, flabby legs took strides to the outside. Spyro and the Alchemist watched as the moonlight was blotted out, replaced by the full moon of the cheetah’s titanic rump, which wasn’t just filling the entrance but spilling out from it. The gargantuan load of feline was spreading from it as his expanding mass was jammed into the archway, with his hefty legs and rear stuck inside while his ground-brushing gut was outside, leaving his sides wedged between the two. The dragon and the satyr stared in candlelit awe of Hunter’s enormous mass, reminding Spyro a little too much of Doctor Shemp.

Moonwhile, on the outside the cheetah shook his head as the concussion wore off, only for him to realize what had happened. “Hey! HEY!” he yelped, his doughy arms gripping the sides of the arch as he struggled to pull himself free, but his massive hide was wedged in good and tight. “HEY GUYS! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” he shouted to the inside.

Getting out from cover, the Alchemist and Spyro stared at the wall of cheetah ass in front of them. “Fascinating” the goat muttered, placing a hand to one cheek.

“HEY! QUIT IT!” Hunter yelled louder.

The hand was pulled away. “HUNTER! ARE YOU OKAY!” Spyro called loudly.

“FINE!” the feline shouted back. “I’m just dandy” he added sulkily, before eying the Earthshapers nearby who were watching and laughing. “YEAH!? WHY DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE AND LAUGH AT ME TO MY FACE!”

“He seems upset” the satyr commented.

“Y’think?” the dragon snorted. “Well “professor”, any more bright ideas? Cause right now, if you haven’t noticed Hunter’s stuck in stone again, only this time we’re the ones at risk” he stated, eying the feline’s fat rump jerking about. “Especially if he had chilli for lunch.”

“Oh, it’ll be fine. I do have something for things getting stuck. All I need to do is apply a little of my special oil to him, and you should be able to head-butt him through” the Alchemist exposited, claiming a large conical flask of clear yellow fluid.

“YEAH?! WELL IT’S NOT AS FUNNY AS YOUR FACE!” Hunter yelled at the Earthshapers, which were now rolling on the ground. Sighing, his ample mass sagged, his fat fingers tapping against the stone. “Jeez, from one stone prison to another. I swear, if I get out of this I’m sitting on that darn alchemist” he vowed.

His pudgy face all frowny, he weathered the amusement of the stone golems, and something odd coming from the inside. “YOU BETTER NOT DO THINGS TO MY BUTT!” he barked to the inside. “YOU HEAR ME?! I! DO! NOT! DO! BUTT! STUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFF!”

Popping free with a pair of dragon horns stuck into his right cheek, the cheetah slid down the ramp to solid ground, his less solid mass wobbling like disturbedjelly. “Hey Alchemist! Your crazy scheme actually worked!” the dragon chuckled as he sank into Hunter’s rump.

“Yeah? Now get OFF ME!” the feline snapped.

“Sure thing. And I won’t be cheeky about it” Spyro joked as he jumped off Hunter.

“Good” the cheetah nodded as his trembling, jiggling mass started to get back up. “HEY!” he realized.

“Well, all’s well that ends well, right?” the satyr chuckled awkwardly from the lab.

“Oh, don’t get me started you crusty, incompetent goat. Because I have a few things I wanna do to you for all the crap you’ve put me through today” Hunter seethed. Taking a step up the ramp, the feline was stopped by laughter from behind. Turning back around, Hunter glared death at the Earthshapers miming fatness with their arms, while one teasingly waved his butt about. “But first, I have a bone to pick. TRY LAUGHING NOW YA JERKS!”

Spyro and Alchemist watched bemused as several tonnes of cheetah charged towards an Earthshaper, slamming it so hard with his gut that the rock creature sank into his immense bulk for a foot before springing back and going flying. “WHO’S NEXT?!” the feline roared, charging into another Earthshaper and engaging it in a wrestling match.

“He seems happy” the Alchemist commented.

“Yeah. Now, you should probably go work on an antidote, because once he’s done with the Earthshapers I’m pretty sure he’s going to sit on you” Spyro commented.

“Too true, too true, ha ha” the satyr awkwardly laughed as he hobbled back to his lab.

“Better make it quick too. He’s not showing mercy!” the dragon added, which got the Alchemist moving likkity split. Nodding firmly, Spyro continued to watch the show, wishing he could record it to show the other dragons once Ripto was dealt with.