Now that August has magic sigils, I couldn't help but think about using them to make Scivoli gain weight. Then this combined with a mood for eating Scivoli and pretending it was just goo inflation, so a story formed. Includes magical weight-gain and vore!

The Scivoli thief Ola's heist is unexpectedly foiled by a gluttonous lion intent on plumping them up to make a gooey snack...

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A Gooey Snack
By: Indi

Ola laughed as they heard the shouts of guards growing fainter and fainter behind them. The fox-shaped Scivoli darted through the crowds and into alleys, proving incredibly agile for a goo in a metal shell. Of course they were lithe and the shell they wore was heavily enchanted. And hidden within their middle was the bag of gold they’d swiped from the loaded noble.

As a thief, Ola knew every street and alley in the area by heart, and was confident they’d lost the guards trailing them. They’d just take a few more twists and turns to play it safe and then head back to their hideout. They raced around a corner into a rarely-used alley, and was too late to slow down as they found someone actually traversing it for once.

The Scivoli slammed right into a doughy middle, bouncing off it and onto the ground. The force of the impact caused Ola to belch up the bag of gold, which landed nearby with a thud and a jingle, numerous coins spilling out.

They growled as they looked up at the living blockade they’d run into—a hefty gray lion with an odd, circular tattoo on his belly.

“Oops, sorry about that. Hope my gut didn’t cause too much trouble.” The lion chuckled, his gaze drifting towards Ola’s loot. “Quite a strange place to store your gold.”

Ola silently cursed. The lion was clearly suspicious—he might try to rough them up and swipe the gold, assuming his bulk would give him an advantage. Thankfully Ola had speed.

Without saying a word to the stranger Ola rolled, scooped up the bag, and sprinted down the alley. But as they tried to pass the lion they found themselves face-to-face with the belly once more. This time they were knocked against the wall and onto the ground, far more dazed than before. They weren’t in any position to notice that the tattoo that’d been on the lion’s middle was now on their shell, and glowing.

August looked down upon the groaning Scivoli and chuckled. “Honestly I was just taking this shortcut so I could reach my favorite tavern a little quicker and grab a bite to eat. Didn’t think a potential meal would just run right into me, though! And once you’ve been properly plumped up you’ll be a filling one indeed. Been too long since I’ve indulged in Scivoli.”

As Ola struggled to recover, the Scivoli’s middle started swelling. The plates of their shell creaked as they stretched apart, revealing bright green goo beneath. They didn’t appear to be filling up with anything, but they were undoubtedly growing fatter and fatter by the second. By the time Ola was well enough to notice, they were sporting a round ball gut.

They yelped and jiggled, confused by their inexplicable expansion. Standing took considerable effort, their shell so split apart movement proved awkward. They were just too used to their shell providing stability and maintaining their shape. Ola stumbled about, their wobbling a source of amusement for August.

“What did you do to me!” Ola demanded, right as a strap on their shell snapped, a plate falling to the ground. More soon followed, the Scivoli frantically trying to hold them in place but failing.

“Just passed a little weight-gain sigil to ya. On a person like me it’d pack on the pounds, but for Scivoli it causes them to pack on the goo!” August gave Ola’s round middle a poke, causing it to jiggle. “Perfect for fattening up tiny snacks like you into proper meals.”

Worry hit Ola hard. Losing the gold was bad enough, but they weren’t eager to end up as food to some fat gluttonous feline. They’d flee to steal another day, and maybe track down the lion later and turn the tables on him. But when Ola tried to run they merely stumbled, nearly falling back down. Too much of their shell had fallen off. Just maintaining a vaguely-fox shape was hard, their gooey body wanting to wobble to the ground. Being tired from running didn’t help either, and Ola instantly regretted not practicing outside their shell more.

More plates snapped off and fell, but before Ola could collapse they were grabbed by August, who playfully squeezed their sides. “Hmm, I wonder if you’re lime flavored? I ate a golden dragon Scivoli once and they kind of tasted like honey.”

“D-Damn it, I’m not food!” Ola insisted, squirming in protest but only managing to knock away most of their remaining plating. They’d finally stopped expanding, thinner than August but still fairly plump.

“Oh that’s what food always says. Have fun!”

August crammed Ola’s head into his maw and swallowed it, metal helm and all. The gooey nature of Ola ensured they slid down August’s throat with ease. They were practically slurped up. Steadily August’s belly ballooned outward, growing rounder and rounder as he gobbled up the gelatinous thief.

As Ola was gradually crammed into August’s stomach they were reduced to their most basic, almost shapeless form, compacted into a ball. They struggled as best they could, wobbling hard, but they simply couldn’t apply enough force to even push at the stomach walls. It was humiliating and terrifying all at once.

With a delighted sigh August gulped down the rest of Ola, savoring their unexpected but delicious treat. The Scivoli hadn’t really tasted like lime, but the goo left a cool sensation in his bloated belly that made up for it. He lifted up his round, swollen gut to feel the weight of his meal before letting it drop and bounce, prompting a new round of laughter from the lion.

“Scivoli are so much gentler on the way down than regular prey. It really is like getting a massage while you gorge.” August continued playing with his belly, feeling it wobble from Ola’s squirms.

The Scivoli was unable to speak in their current condition, and couldn’t even curse the one who’d eaten them. They couldn’t believe how badly their luck had failed them.

“Alright, the night’s still young and now I’ve got some extra coin to waste at the tavern. Nothing like a few good drinks to follow a nice filling meal.”

August waddled over to the bag of gold and picked it up, along with as many of the fallen coins as he could with his massive gut in the way. He stored the entire pouch in a bag of holding on his belt, where the gold would be safely hidden from sight. Suddenly he felt a tickle in his throat and his cheeks bulged. With a thunderous braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap August belched out Ola’s helm, the only part of their shell he’d eaten. With only goo in his belly, August exited the alley, leaving a pile of discarded plates behind him.

The going was slow, and August was thankful he hadn’t fattened Ola up any further. He might not have even been able to waddle, otherwise. Ola was shifted around within him, letting out thick sloshes. Further down the street a pair of guards raced towards him, both almost out of breath.

“S-Sir, have you seen a Scivoli recently? Metal shell, looks like a fox. They’re a wanted thief!”

“Can’t say I’ve seen any Scivoli tonight, unfortunately. Nor any foxes, either.”

A muffled slorrrrrrrrrsh echoed out from August’s bulging belly, catching the attentions of both guards.

“Have you eaten anyone recently, sir?” the other guard asked, suspicious.

“If only! Was conducting a little magic experiment and ended up summoning a slime on accident. Nasty thing forced its way into my mouth and filled me like a damn balloon!” August frowned and slapped his gut, jiggling it. “I’m hoping a drink or two will help me forget how fat I’m going to be in the morning thanks to this.”

As strange as the excuse was, the guards believed it. Both had dealt with enough slime incursions to know how obsessed they could be with filling others. Besides, the bulge of the lion’s belly was too large to be the lean thief they were after. The guards offered swift apologies and went on their way, unaware they’d essentially been staring right at Ola.

August smiled as his deception proved successful. Luck really was on his side that night. The engorged lion waddled off towards the tavern, idly rubbing his goo-filled belly, his thoughts already drifting to eating even more Scivoli. Within his massive middle, Ola merely sloshed.