Working on shifting August's magic from "ghost hands" to "magic sigils" to fit a writing theme better, and the best way to show that is by writing! Decided to have August show off his new weight-gain sigil on poor Tycho, since he hadn't been fattened in a bit.

After losing a game to Tycho, August decides to use a sigil to fatten the paladin until he's truly a "Big Winner"...

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Winning Big
By: Indi

Tycho emptied his paw of cards, the lion unable to resist a grin as he sealed his victory in the game of Shackles. Across the table, his opponent August looked on with surprise. The snake had been convinced he was only slightly behind, that he’d have a couple more turns to try and win. Instead he’d lost, and the modest pile of coin he’d bet was pulled away.

“Wait, but...how did you?” August frowned as he checked Tycho’s cards, hoping to see a mistake. Of course there wasn’t one.

“A little luck goes a long way,” Tycho chuckled. “You know I always win big!”

It was true, Tycho did tend to win anything related to gambling. And cards weren’t August’s strength, either. He grumbled quietly under his breath, caring more about his pride than the lost coin. Suddenly an idea came to him, a way to get back at the paladin.

August stood and slowly walked around the table towards Tycho. The lion was too caught up in the moment of triumph to be suspicious, and paid August no attention, even when he’d wandered right behind him. August raised his tail, the tip glowing as he focused his magic on it. With a flick and a flourish he used it to draw a pair of sigils on Tycho’s back. One would cause the lion to gain weight, the other would allow his clothing to grow along with him--the mischievous mage being nice.

They activated immediately upon being finished, Tycho barely noticing. The lion’s flat middle swelled, lightly jiggling as he rapidly gained a gut. He was growing softer all over, but his new belly seemed to receive the bulk of the..well, bulk. Victory wasn’t enough to keep Tycho oblivious to his sudden changes, and he yelped as he felt the pounds piling on.

“What the...August!” Tycho growled, his rounding cheeks making it harder for him to look intimidating.

“What?” August asked with faux-innocence.

“You know exactly what! People don’t spontaneously start gaining weight—you snuck a damn sigil on me, didn’t you!” Tycho was already fairly plump, his hard-earned lean frame buried beneath pudge. His belly was a wonderfully round mound of fat that wobbled as he talked, and strained his vest buttons faintly. Thanks to the second sigil they’d never pop off, but his outfit would cling just enough to show off every new curve he was gaining—and there were plenty of those.

“Well you said you were always a big winner, so I thought I’d make that as literal as possible.” August was all smiles, his eyes watching his friend’s swelling middle intently. He personally adored heft, both on himself and others, and always felt it was a good look on Tycho.

“You’re just a sore loser!” Tycho winced as he heard his chair creak a little. He swiftly stood, and his large gut flipped the table over, sending cards and coins scattering. The excitement caused his ballooning belly to shake and bounce. He was already unrecognizable, easily twice as large as he’d been mere minutes before. “Hurry up and remove the sigil before I end up too wide to fit through doors!”

“But that’s a good thing, silly!” August poked Tycho’s belly with his tail, then gently wrapped it around the lion’s middle and squeezed. He’d grown delightfully soft, and August could actually feel him fattening in his light grip.

The teasing made Tycho blush. He preferred being thin, but he also couldn’t deny gaining some enjoyment from being plumper. He just liked being in control of such gains. After all, since he couldn’t see the sigil he had no way of knowing just how fat he was going to get. And August didn’t really have a concept of “too big”.

“Alright, I’m fat, cut it out!” Tycho demanded, his face growing redder as he felt his belly unravel August’s tail just by expanding. “You don’t even have to reverse it, I’ll stay blubbery for a bit!”

“Oh this isn’t blubbery at all, this is pleasantly plump at best,” August gave the well over four hundred pound lion’s gut a jiggle. “Though I’m glad you’re willing to end up just as blubbery as I planned~”

Tycho gulped. His belly was enormous, so round it looked like he’d been stuffed. Another of August’s preferences, he knew. The snake was rather fond of crafting his sigils precisely. He was forced to hold the doughy mass in his paws to avoid toppling over, but the weight wasn’t slowing down at all. He grumbled and growled at August as his friend continued to tease him, prodding his soft spots with his tail. Any time he tried to shoo the sneaky snake away he only succeeded in jiggling and entertaining him.

With no way to counter the sigil, Tycho could do little else but wait for the gains to cease. He remained standing for as long as possible to retain some dignity, but eventually the massive lion was forced to the floor, far too fat to move. Once grounded he wobbled gently as he swelled, his immense belly still the focus of his gains.

When the weight-gain finally came to an end Tycho was only somewhat relieved. He hadn’t filled the room, but he was still immobile. He felt crammed into his clothes, so blubbery he almost couldn’t move his arms and legs.

August looked upon his prank with pride. He pressed a claw into Tycho’s middle and felt it practically sink in. The lion’s pudge was impossibly soft—he was tempted to roll Tycho over and take a nap on him.

“Congratulations on your win, Tycho. It really was a big one after all~” August laughed as he patted Tycho’s gut. “Try not to spend all your winnings on one meal, since I’m sure you’ll have one heck of an appetite from now on.”

Tycho sighed as he was left alone, his menace of a friend abandoning him. For once he wished his luck would ensure he went a week without expanding out of control.