I was inspired by a number of lion paladin sonas (and just some fun paladin ideas in general), and decided to create one of my own. He's still a bit of a work in progress, but his name is Tycho and he's a paladin of a yet-to-be-named God of Luck. He's a gambler, and tends to approach fighting evil in more subtle ways than traditional paladins, but has a tendency to end up getting expanded during his efforts. For this introduction story that comes in the form of being stuffed silly by a merchant :3

The paladin Tycho endures a ridiculous feast in his quest to foil a sinister merchant...

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Tycho’s Gluttonous Gamble
By: Indi

The warehouse door rattled as someone on the other side fumbled with a key. Eventually it opened, a nudge at first and then fully. Beckett entered, the portly hyena laughing as he drunkenly guided his new acquaintance. The lion following behind was slim but fit, his fur dark brown and his mane even darker.

“This way Tycho, this way! I fear it’s not as nice as my villa, but I still try to ensure a deal of comfort at my office,” Beckett said with obvious pride. “At the very least it’ll be more than suitable for our fun tonight.” He grinned wide at that, nearly giggling in delight.

Tycho offered a small smile of his own in return. “I can hardly wait~”

True to Beckett’s word, the handful of rooms that made up his office were far fancier than one would expect from a warehouse. Paintings adorned the walls, the furniture was expensive, and nothing looked worn from overuse. The table Tycho was sat behind was fit for a formal event, almost excessively large for the meals that should’ve occurred there.

“Just stay here, I won’t be long! It’ll be a feast you wont soon forget!” Beckett hurried off, his belly and rump jiggling.

The moment he was out of sight Tycho sighed, looking much less drunk than before.

In truth Tycho was a paladin of a God of luck. Gambling in the local taverns and backrooms had led him to Beckett, a notorious merchant with a horrible reputation. The hyena was a swindler at heart, and fond of hiring mercenaries to intimidate anyone he deemed a threat to his income. The land was filled with stories of how he’d tricked others into giving away deeds or signing oppressive contracts.

They were a kind of evil most paladins overlooked. Tycho’s skillset made him particularly capable of dealing with them, though.

Over the course of a week Tycho had gambled his way close to Beckett, gaining his trust. He’d learned the merchant had a curious obsession with feeding others, and feigned interest to better put himself in a position to strike where it hurt. Tycho admittedly wasn’t a stranger to gluttony—despite actively working to stay in shape—so getting a free meal out of the venture was a bonus.

He’d simply indulge the hyena for a while—after all, how much food could Beckett even have stored there?

Unfortunately for Tycho he’d greatly underestimated Beckett’s dedication to stuffing. When the hyena returned he was accompanied by two heavy carts overloaded with fresh pastries. It was an utterly obscene amount of food, well beyond too much for a single individual—especially one of Tycho’s size.

Tycho hoped his look of shock would be mistaken as a positive one. “Oh wow. That is...that is impressive!”

“Ha! This is but a sample of what I can produce. With the proper preparations I could bury you in such sweets~”

The fact it didn’t sound like an exaggeration worried Tycho, but he dutifully continued to play along.

Platters filled with the pastries were placed before Tycho. After the first bite he silently cursed at how unbelievably delicious the dessert tasted. Each bite that followed became easier and easier. Before long Tycho no longer had to fake being ravenous—he actually was.

To begin Beckett was content to just watch and admire, sliding fresh plates towards Tycho so that all the lion had to do was eat. And eat. And eat.

With plate after plate of pastries being wiped out it was no surprise Tycho’s flat middle was swelling out. He was too focused on pleasing Beckett to notice how much he was eating. The strain of his vest buttons and shirt seams was ignored, even as they struggled to contain the growing mound of his belly.

For a brief while Tycho forgot about his mission and simply glutted. The pastries came in all kinds of flavors, none of which disappointed. Anytime he thought he’d sampled them all a new one would appear. It only fueled his desire to keep eating.

The lion’s capacity couldn’t quite keep up with such ambition, though. His eating gradually slowed, Tycho groaning more and more. He’d barely put a dent in the two carts. After clearing yet another plate he leaned back in his chair and gave his stuffed gut a gentle pat.

“Oof, I’m—uorrrrp—afraid my appetite is at its limits for tonight,” Tycho said, truthfully. “But I assure you it was all very, very wonderful.”

“Nonsense! You just need encouragement and the paws of a professional feeder.” Beckett wiggled his own. “Now sit back and let me take over—we’ll have every bit of food stuffed in that wonderful tum of yours before night’s end~”

Tycho made an attempt to protest, but he was silenced by a pair of pastries that puffed his cheeks up. Refusing the merchant wasn’t an option, so against the complaints of his swollen stomach he allowed himself to be fed. And tried not to enjoy it too much.

With Beckett’s aid Tycho always had a pastry in his mouth, a paw on his belly, and encouragement in his ear. He truly did excel at inspiring gluttony. Tycho found room for food where none had been before, all feelings of fullness forgotten. When Beckett started comparing him to past gluttons Tycho even found in himself a desire to exceed them, to actually finish off every last pastry.

The buttons of Tycho’s vest finally gave, skidding across the table. The lion’s gut bounced free. He moaned in between bites, thankful for the relief. Beckett took it as permission to feed him faster.

Rounder and rounder Tycho’s belly grew, filling his lap and pushing against the table. He blushed as he felt its weight, abruptly remembering just how fattening dessert could be. With how much he was being stuffed with he was guaranteed to gain weight, and probably a lot. Muscle would be covered with soft pudge, his clothes would be tight, and he’d feel that faint jiggle whenever he moved.

It wouldn’t be the first time Tycho had gotten chubby, but he was already vowing to work it off as fast as possible. Letting the extra weight linger could lead to it becoming permanent—or multiplying. Especially if he started liking it.

The more Tycho was fed the less he thought about his reasons for being at the warehouse. He was lost in the sensation of being so ridiculously, so needlessly stuffed. Or perhaps it was just the food coma.

Either way Tycho failed to notice Beckett slowly wearing himself out. As enthusiastic as the hyena was, it took a great deal of effort to feed someone nonstop. The pastry pile was dwindling, but so was his energy. Beckett nearly passed out onto Tycho as he fed him the final dessert.

After sneaking in a firm squeeze of Tycho’s taut belly Beckett pulled himself away. He stumbled over to a nearby chair and collapsed onto it, euphoric but exhausted. Within seconds he was fast asleep.

The halt to the flow of food snapped Tycho back to his senses, prompting a strained groan and a belch. He winced as he looked upon his middle clearly for the first time since the feeding began.

Tycho’s gut was massive, like a furry brown boulder. Just the sight of it made him groan more, and he cursed both his gluttony and Beckett’s persistence. He didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened had Beckett been better stocked. Surely the lion would’ve ended up immobile, beached on his own enormous belly!

Thankfully no one was around to see how the thought made him blush.

Recovering from the feast took a few minutes, but soon Tycho forced himself to proceed with the plan. He managed—just barely—to stand back up, despite the best efforts of his gut to weigh him down. Still, he was forced to hold it in both paws to avoid toppling over.

Embarrassed by his temporary lack of grace, Tycho waddled over to Beckett, carefully swiping a key from the sleeping hyena’s pocket. From there he slowly made his way through the various rooms of the office in search of the safe. Each doorway proved a roadblock as the stuffed lion’s belly became wedged. A little force and plenty of curses solved the issue.

Fortunately Beckett hadn’t gone to any great lengths to hide his safe. Or protect it, as Tycho made short work of the pitiful wards serving as a lock. Just the kind of incompetence he liked. Once opened Tycho cleared the safe of every important document. leaving behind fakes to buy him some time. He also pocketed some gold as a tip—though not enough to be quickly missed.

The waddle back to Beckett was somewhat faster than before, Tycho having begrudgingly gotten used to lugging his massive gut around. The key was returned to the pocket, Beckett left to his nap as Tycho snuck off. With any luck the merchant would assume his disappearance to be innocent—that he’d merely gone home after his host crashed.

Returning the deeds to their rightful owners and destroying the right contracts would take some time. Not to mention dealing with the inevitable gains from his gorging.

“Ugh, the—braaaaaaaaap—the things I do to ensure justice,” Tycho grumbled, idly squeezing his belly with one paw. “Hope this doesn’t become a habit…”