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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. This version has an alt ending where August also gobbles Tycho up after :3
After losing a game to Tycho, August decides to use a sigil to fatten the paladin until he's truly a "Big Winner"...
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, and his stomach growled. “Ya know, you’re looking rather delectable right now.”
“Wh-What?”
“I’m just saying you look filling! Like an excessively indulgent dessert. And I haven’t had lunch yet.” August gave Tycho’s belly another squeeze and licked his lips.
“Oh come on, you already fattened me up, don’t eat me too you greedy gluttonous jerk!” Tycho wobbled, as if he could somehow roll away from his voracious friend. It only made him look more appealing in the snake’s mind.
August snuck behind the blobby lion. “But I feel bad about making you immobile, and gobbling you up is the quickest way to slim you back down again!”
“Is not! A weight-loss sigil would be way faster! And involve a lot less churning of lions!” Tycho hadn’t realized his luck could get worse, so of course it had.
“Well that won’t solve my hunger problem, so you’re just gonna have to enjoy getting revenge and fattening me up the old fashioned way!”
August’s jaws stretched over Tycho’s paws unseen, the snake ravenously starting to swallow the immense lion whole. It was a surprisingly easy task, thanks both to experience and the natural stretchiness of his serpentine body.
“It’s not revenge when you like getting fat!!” Tycho wiggled up a storm, but in reality there was nothing he could do to stop his friend from eating him, just like there hadn’t been a way for him to avoid getting fattened in the first place. He felt warmth steadily spread over his body as he was swallowed, protesting plenty and vowing never to play games with August again. The snake didn’t seem threatened.
“This weight better not persist when I re-form!” Tycho shouted as jaws closed around his head, silencing the lion as he was slowly sealed within August’s bulging belly.
It was now August who was beached and immobilized. He felt euphorically stuffed, his tail flicking wildly in joy. Tycho was still complaining within, though his voice was too muffled for August to hear well. For a while he simply enjoyed the sensation of being ridiculously full, of feeling huge and gluttonous. He didn’t need to eat so much, but he liked to. Excess was part of the fun.
Eventually, though, August was content, and decided the time had come to turn Tycho into snake fat. He lazily drew a new sigil on the lumpy expanse of his middle—one that would speedily digest his meal.
There was renewed movement from his gut as the sigil went into action, Tycho putting up a fight despite how painless his fate was. Rapidly August’s middle began to shrink, while the rest of him plumped up. The snake giggled as he wobbled, eventually able to stand back up by using his increasingly thicker tail for support. His belly jiggled furiously to the very end, when a gleeful slap quieted it for good.
August looked over his hasty gains, grinning wide. He now sported a round ball gut and a chunky tail. He blushed as he prodded his own middle, admiring the fresh pudge.
“Paladins really are the most fattening food. Or maybe it’s lions? Either way they’re the best!”
August laughed, and his whole middle jiggled. He couldn’t wait to show off his gains to Tycho once the lion re-formed. Few things made his friend blushier or grumpier. He’d just have to resist the urge to gobble him up on the spot right away. Oh the hardships of being a voracious glutton.
After losing a game to Tycho, August decides to use a sigil to fatten the paladin until he's truly a "Big Winner"...
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, and his stomach growled. “Ya know, you’re looking rather delectable right now.”
“Wh-What?”
“I’m just saying you look filling! Like an excessively indulgent dessert. And I haven’t had lunch yet.” August gave Tycho’s belly another squeeze and licked his lips.
“Oh come on, you already fattened me up, don’t eat me too you greedy gluttonous jerk!” Tycho wobbled, as if he could somehow roll away from his voracious friend. It only made him look more appealing in the snake’s mind.
August snuck behind the blobby lion. “But I feel bad about making you immobile, and gobbling you up is the quickest way to slim you back down again!”
“Is not! A weight-loss sigil would be way faster! And involve a lot less churning of lions!” Tycho hadn’t realized his luck could get worse, so of course it had.
“Well that won’t solve my hunger problem, so you’re just gonna have to enjoy getting revenge and fattening me up the old fashioned way!”
August’s jaws stretched over Tycho’s paws unseen, the snake ravenously starting to swallow the immense lion whole. It was a surprisingly easy task, thanks both to experience and the natural stretchiness of his serpentine body.
“It’s not revenge when you like getting fat!!” Tycho wiggled up a storm, but in reality there was nothing he could do to stop his friend from eating him, just like there hadn’t been a way for him to avoid getting fattened in the first place. He felt warmth steadily spread over his body as he was swallowed, protesting plenty and vowing never to play games with August again. The snake didn’t seem threatened.
“This weight better not persist when I re-form!” Tycho shouted as jaws closed around his head, silencing the lion as he was slowly sealed within August’s bulging belly.
It was now August who was beached and immobilized. He felt euphorically stuffed, his tail flicking wildly in joy. Tycho was still complaining within, though his voice was too muffled for August to hear well. For a while he simply enjoyed the sensation of being ridiculously full, of feeling huge and gluttonous. He didn’t need to eat so much, but he liked to. Excess was part of the fun.
Eventually, though, August was content, and decided the time had come to turn Tycho into snake fat. He lazily drew a new sigil on the lumpy expanse of his middle—one that would speedily digest his meal.
There was renewed movement from his gut as the sigil went into action, Tycho putting up a fight despite how painless his fate was. Rapidly August’s middle began to shrink, while the rest of him plumped up. The snake giggled as he wobbled, eventually able to stand back up by using his increasingly thicker tail for support. His belly jiggled furiously to the very end, when a gleeful slap quieted it for good.
August looked over his hasty gains, grinning wide. He now sported a round ball gut and a chunky tail. He blushed as he prodded his own middle, admiring the fresh pudge.
“Paladins really are the most fattening food. Or maybe it’s lions? Either way they’re the best!”
August laughed, and his whole middle jiggled. He couldn’t wait to show off his gains to Tycho once the lion re-formed. Few things made his friend blushier or grumpier. He’d just have to resist the urge to gobble him up on the spot right away. Oh the hardships of being a voracious glutton.
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