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So a while back I ended up thinking about inflation and cursed armor, and of course popping. I started up on a story about it, shelved it for a bit, and then recently went back and completed it!
Bacchus agrees to test out armor of invulnerability, which proves to have addictingly blimpy side effects...
Armor of Invulnerability
By: Indi
Bacchus had never liked armor. Most of his fellow paladins wore it, decking themselves in full plate that shone in the sun and clanked like a tumbling golem. He preferred mobility. Wearing the suit of armor his friend August had acquired only reaffirmed his opinions.
The lean lion couldn’t deny the armor looked pretty. There wasn’t a speck or dent on it. And in the back of his mind he felt a little bit more heroic wearing it. But just walking around in the armor was enough for Bacchus to know he wouldn’t care to fight in it.
“Alright, I’ve got your fancy armor of invulnerability on,” Bacchus said without enthusiasm.
“How exactly were you planning on testing its name?”
“It’s already proven it can hold up to physical attacks and falls. You’ll be helping me test how it handles magic.” August, a gray-and-white deer, grinned as he talked to Bacchus. He was lightly skimming a tome, occasionally forced to adjust his glasses as he did.
“You’d better not be planning to shoot flames at me.” Bacchus frowned.
“Of course not. I’d never put my books and scrolls in danger.” The deer continued searching his tome, ignoring the snort from Bacchus. “Ah, that’ll do nicely. A simple ice spell.”
August aimed a hoof at Bacchus, who tensed up in anticipation. He didn’t like the idea of getting chilled, but it was a whole lot better than getting singed. A bluish-white bolt flew from August’s fingertips and struck Bacchus in the chest. The moment the bolt hit the armor it burst into a small cloud of raw mana. The mana lingered in the air for a mere second before rushing right into Bacchus’ mouth and nostrils.
The lion coughed and shuddered as he felt the mana fly down his throat and enter his stomach. Enough went in that his middle actually swelled, turning from flat to puffy. There was gentle scraping from the armor as it stretched to accommodate the paladin’s unexpected expansion. Once recovered, Bacchus looked down and blushed. “Was this really just a bad excuse to inflate me?”
“No!” August laughed, but quickly calmed himself as Bacchus glared. “No. That was a standard ice bolt I cast at you. I was expecting it to fizzle out if the armor truly was able to counter magic, but instead it seems to have reverted to pure mana.”
“And I’m sure it puffing me up afterward was just a coincidence?” Bacchus said, unconvinced.
“Working as intended I’d say. Perhaps it’s meant to replenish the mana of the wearer in battle. Certainly an unusual approach. Then again, I’ve got whole shelves of flight spells that fill the target up with lighter-than-air gas so…” The deer’s gaze unintentionally drifted towards the shelf before returning to his friend. “Does the armor feel tighter now?”
Bacchus moved a bit, twisting in place and looking at his middle. “No. Not in the least.”
“Then the swelling was intended! Makes sense for an armor that fills you with mana to stretch to some extent. A few more tests will give us a better idea of its potential.”
“Yeah, and make me look like a balloon in the process.” Bacchus gave his belly a prod. He wasn’t completely against inflating, but he didn’t trust his friend to show restraint.
“A couple more spells won’t make you an immobile blimp,” August insisted. “And you should be able to deflate yourself at any time just by using magic, so you don’t even have to worry about becoming a bouncy lion ball for the evening.”
The paladin sighed and shrugged. “True, true. Get on with the tests, then.”
The second spell cast by August was a ball of water. More power was put into it than the ice bolt, but the results were the same. On impact the water became a cloud of mana that swiftly entered Bacchus’ mouth, inflating him a bit more. The third spell also ended up as mana in the lion’s belly as well.
Bacchus’ belly had ballooned in size, and still the armor expanded to match him. Below, the buttons of his vest had strained and popped off, but he didn’t mind. With each consumed spell his apathy had withered, replaced with glee. The mana swirling within him felt incredible, energizing. Though his own magic was somewhat limited, just having access to so much mana made him feel powerful. He found himself hungry for more.
His swiftly changing mood didn’t go unnoticed, though it was a surprise to August. Usually Bacchus only reveled in inflation while drunk. He wasn’t about to let the opportunity to make the paladin bigger escape him. “I’d say we’ve more than proven the armor’s worth. I suppose it’s time to stop feeding you spells,” August said, eager to see Bacchus’ reaction.
The lion frowned. “Are you sure? I mean, if we want to be thorough we should really be trying as many different spells as possible. I know I can handle them, and I bet the armor can, too!” He slapped his bloated middle hard, causing it to wobble and rattle.
“If you insist,” August snickered.
With Bacchus’ permission August began unleashing more powerful spells. The stronger the spell the more mana it reverted to--and the bigger Bacchus blimped. Armor plates were separating and stretching, continuing to cover the expanding surface of the lion’s middle. The armor still didn’t feel any tighter, even as his undershirt ripped apart out of sight. His limbs puffed up and his sides puffed out, but his desire to expand didn’t wane.
“Don’t slow down, keep those spells coming!” Bacchus demanded, right after gulping down what had been a flurry of sparks.
“These spells take time to cast--and energy too I might add. Just be patient.” August wasn’t sure why Bacchus was growing more and more obsessed with mana as he inflated, but he was beginning to wonder if it was time to cut him off. He wanted to examine the armor and his friend more closely, but was stuck pumping him up with magic instead.
“Then just use scrolls!” Bacchus wobbled to a nearby shelf and grabbed a scroll at random. He unfurled it and cast the spell without a second thought, with himself as the target. Flames swirled around the rounding paladin, extinguished in a flash and turned into mana for Bacchus to gulp. He began grabbing scroll after scroll, the steady stream of mana swelling him further.
August slammed his tome shut and scowled. “Stop that you gluttonous balloon! That’s hours of hard work you’re slurping up!” He began to stomp over.
Bacchus wasn’t about to let the dour deer ruin his feast. He snatched the one scroll on the shelf he’d been avoiding and cast it directly at August, empowering it with some of his own precious stores of mana. August braced himself against the gust that rushed out from the scroll, but nothing happened aside from a breezy chill.
“Should’ve studied more—eep!” August’s voice had become high pitched and squeaky. It was as if...it was as if he’d just inhaled helium. The deer frowned as he realized just what spell had been cast on him.
Already the deer was beginning to inflate, filling with helium at a rapid rate. He was swelling far too fast to counter the spell, going from slim to rotund in a matter of seconds. His limbs blimped up and he fell over, rolling onto his expanding middle. “This wasn’t part of the tests!” August squeaked, as his arms and legs sunk right into his body. He’d just finished becoming a sphere when he slowly floated off the floor. He tried not to wobble too much, as his pointy antlers were precariously pressing against his taut hide.
“Being big is the best, you’ll be thanking me in no time!” Bacchus declared, absorbing another scroll. The obsessed paladin was on the verge of being spherical himself. And yet he wasn’t nearly satisfied. Before he lost his mobility he grabbed as many scrolls as he could in his paws, and cast them all at once.
Bolts and waves and sparks of all colors danced from the scrolls, converging on the armored balloon Bacchus had become. Just like every spell before, they instantly turned into a cloud of mana, one large enough to enshroud him. He opened his mouth wide, ready to guzzle it all.
Bacchus was in heaven. He’d consumed so much mana, but he needed more, so much more! He didn’t care that his hide was starting to quake and creak from the incredible amount of pressure being applied to it. Just a little strain, nothing he couldn’t handle. And sure, the armor was finally starting to feel tight, straps and plates alike digging into his blimping body, but that was a mere inconvenience. It was probably just struggling to keep up with his spectacularly expanded form.
Slowly floating higher, August watched as the lion swelled and swelled. Even if the armor was invincible, he knew Bacchus wasn’t, and realized there would only be one end to his grand experiment. The lion was starting to glow, shining as bright as a lamp thanks to all the mana he’d absorbed. His paws were pulled into his body, and his head steadily followed soon after. He’d become a perfect sphere, mana still swirling down and finding his open mouth. The armor shone in the light, making the paladin look like a fearsome wrecking ball, or a massive jewel. But it was obviously squeezing Bacchus tight, unable to grow further and refusing to break. Then the volatile orb began to shake.
The second August heard the thunderous boom he closed his eyes. The armor of invulnerability snapped back into shape, as wave after wave of mana erupted outward. Tomes were knocked off shelves, chairs were flipped over, and the helpless August was spun around in the air. He didn’t open his eyes again until he’d stabilized. Fortunately from his viewpoint the damage didn’t seem devastating. And the armor of invulnerability looked to be in one piece, resting on the floor surrounded by scorch marks and lion scraps. As for Bacchus...well maybe the clerics at the local temple could perform a miracle on a pile of hide scraps. Overall, August was willing to consider his test a success.
Slowly August spun in the air, feeling like a rather blimpy moon. He was casually pondering how he might be able to deflate when he noticed he was heading towards the chandelier...the one with plenty of pointy iron candle holders jutting downward. The round deer gulped. It seemed the clerics were going to have to pull off two miracles.
Bacchus agrees to test out armor of invulnerability, which proves to have addictingly blimpy side effects...
Armor of Invulnerability
By: Indi
Bacchus had never liked armor. Most of his fellow paladins wore it, decking themselves in full plate that shone in the sun and clanked like a tumbling golem. He preferred mobility. Wearing the suit of armor his friend August had acquired only reaffirmed his opinions.
The lean lion couldn’t deny the armor looked pretty. There wasn’t a speck or dent on it. And in the back of his mind he felt a little bit more heroic wearing it. But just walking around in the armor was enough for Bacchus to know he wouldn’t care to fight in it.
“Alright, I’ve got your fancy armor of invulnerability on,” Bacchus said without enthusiasm.
“How exactly were you planning on testing its name?”
“It’s already proven it can hold up to physical attacks and falls. You’ll be helping me test how it handles magic.” August, a gray-and-white deer, grinned as he talked to Bacchus. He was lightly skimming a tome, occasionally forced to adjust his glasses as he did.
“You’d better not be planning to shoot flames at me.” Bacchus frowned.
“Of course not. I’d never put my books and scrolls in danger.” The deer continued searching his tome, ignoring the snort from Bacchus. “Ah, that’ll do nicely. A simple ice spell.”
August aimed a hoof at Bacchus, who tensed up in anticipation. He didn’t like the idea of getting chilled, but it was a whole lot better than getting singed. A bluish-white bolt flew from August’s fingertips and struck Bacchus in the chest. The moment the bolt hit the armor it burst into a small cloud of raw mana. The mana lingered in the air for a mere second before rushing right into Bacchus’ mouth and nostrils.
The lion coughed and shuddered as he felt the mana fly down his throat and enter his stomach. Enough went in that his middle actually swelled, turning from flat to puffy. There was gentle scraping from the armor as it stretched to accommodate the paladin’s unexpected expansion. Once recovered, Bacchus looked down and blushed. “Was this really just a bad excuse to inflate me?”
“No!” August laughed, but quickly calmed himself as Bacchus glared. “No. That was a standard ice bolt I cast at you. I was expecting it to fizzle out if the armor truly was able to counter magic, but instead it seems to have reverted to pure mana.”
“And I’m sure it puffing me up afterward was just a coincidence?” Bacchus said, unconvinced.
“Working as intended I’d say. Perhaps it’s meant to replenish the mana of the wearer in battle. Certainly an unusual approach. Then again, I’ve got whole shelves of flight spells that fill the target up with lighter-than-air gas so…” The deer’s gaze unintentionally drifted towards the shelf before returning to his friend. “Does the armor feel tighter now?”
Bacchus moved a bit, twisting in place and looking at his middle. “No. Not in the least.”
“Then the swelling was intended! Makes sense for an armor that fills you with mana to stretch to some extent. A few more tests will give us a better idea of its potential.”
“Yeah, and make me look like a balloon in the process.” Bacchus gave his belly a prod. He wasn’t completely against inflating, but he didn’t trust his friend to show restraint.
“A couple more spells won’t make you an immobile blimp,” August insisted. “And you should be able to deflate yourself at any time just by using magic, so you don’t even have to worry about becoming a bouncy lion ball for the evening.”
The paladin sighed and shrugged. “True, true. Get on with the tests, then.”
The second spell cast by August was a ball of water. More power was put into it than the ice bolt, but the results were the same. On impact the water became a cloud of mana that swiftly entered Bacchus’ mouth, inflating him a bit more. The third spell also ended up as mana in the lion’s belly as well.
Bacchus’ belly had ballooned in size, and still the armor expanded to match him. Below, the buttons of his vest had strained and popped off, but he didn’t mind. With each consumed spell his apathy had withered, replaced with glee. The mana swirling within him felt incredible, energizing. Though his own magic was somewhat limited, just having access to so much mana made him feel powerful. He found himself hungry for more.
His swiftly changing mood didn’t go unnoticed, though it was a surprise to August. Usually Bacchus only reveled in inflation while drunk. He wasn’t about to let the opportunity to make the paladin bigger escape him. “I’d say we’ve more than proven the armor’s worth. I suppose it’s time to stop feeding you spells,” August said, eager to see Bacchus’ reaction.
The lion frowned. “Are you sure? I mean, if we want to be thorough we should really be trying as many different spells as possible. I know I can handle them, and I bet the armor can, too!” He slapped his bloated middle hard, causing it to wobble and rattle.
“If you insist,” August snickered.
With Bacchus’ permission August began unleashing more powerful spells. The stronger the spell the more mana it reverted to--and the bigger Bacchus blimped. Armor plates were separating and stretching, continuing to cover the expanding surface of the lion’s middle. The armor still didn’t feel any tighter, even as his undershirt ripped apart out of sight. His limbs puffed up and his sides puffed out, but his desire to expand didn’t wane.
“Don’t slow down, keep those spells coming!” Bacchus demanded, right after gulping down what had been a flurry of sparks.
“These spells take time to cast--and energy too I might add. Just be patient.” August wasn’t sure why Bacchus was growing more and more obsessed with mana as he inflated, but he was beginning to wonder if it was time to cut him off. He wanted to examine the armor and his friend more closely, but was stuck pumping him up with magic instead.
“Then just use scrolls!” Bacchus wobbled to a nearby shelf and grabbed a scroll at random. He unfurled it and cast the spell without a second thought, with himself as the target. Flames swirled around the rounding paladin, extinguished in a flash and turned into mana for Bacchus to gulp. He began grabbing scroll after scroll, the steady stream of mana swelling him further.
August slammed his tome shut and scowled. “Stop that you gluttonous balloon! That’s hours of hard work you’re slurping up!” He began to stomp over.
Bacchus wasn’t about to let the dour deer ruin his feast. He snatched the one scroll on the shelf he’d been avoiding and cast it directly at August, empowering it with some of his own precious stores of mana. August braced himself against the gust that rushed out from the scroll, but nothing happened aside from a breezy chill.
“Should’ve studied more—eep!” August’s voice had become high pitched and squeaky. It was as if...it was as if he’d just inhaled helium. The deer frowned as he realized just what spell had been cast on him.
Already the deer was beginning to inflate, filling with helium at a rapid rate. He was swelling far too fast to counter the spell, going from slim to rotund in a matter of seconds. His limbs blimped up and he fell over, rolling onto his expanding middle. “This wasn’t part of the tests!” August squeaked, as his arms and legs sunk right into his body. He’d just finished becoming a sphere when he slowly floated off the floor. He tried not to wobble too much, as his pointy antlers were precariously pressing against his taut hide.
“Being big is the best, you’ll be thanking me in no time!” Bacchus declared, absorbing another scroll. The obsessed paladin was on the verge of being spherical himself. And yet he wasn’t nearly satisfied. Before he lost his mobility he grabbed as many scrolls as he could in his paws, and cast them all at once.
Bolts and waves and sparks of all colors danced from the scrolls, converging on the armored balloon Bacchus had become. Just like every spell before, they instantly turned into a cloud of mana, one large enough to enshroud him. He opened his mouth wide, ready to guzzle it all.
Bacchus was in heaven. He’d consumed so much mana, but he needed more, so much more! He didn’t care that his hide was starting to quake and creak from the incredible amount of pressure being applied to it. Just a little strain, nothing he couldn’t handle. And sure, the armor was finally starting to feel tight, straps and plates alike digging into his blimping body, but that was a mere inconvenience. It was probably just struggling to keep up with his spectacularly expanded form.
Slowly floating higher, August watched as the lion swelled and swelled. Even if the armor was invincible, he knew Bacchus wasn’t, and realized there would only be one end to his grand experiment. The lion was starting to glow, shining as bright as a lamp thanks to all the mana he’d absorbed. His paws were pulled into his body, and his head steadily followed soon after. He’d become a perfect sphere, mana still swirling down and finding his open mouth. The armor shone in the light, making the paladin look like a fearsome wrecking ball, or a massive jewel. But it was obviously squeezing Bacchus tight, unable to grow further and refusing to break. Then the volatile orb began to shake.
The second August heard the thunderous boom he closed his eyes. The armor of invulnerability snapped back into shape, as wave after wave of mana erupted outward. Tomes were knocked off shelves, chairs were flipped over, and the helpless August was spun around in the air. He didn’t open his eyes again until he’d stabilized. Fortunately from his viewpoint the damage didn’t seem devastating. And the armor of invulnerability looked to be in one piece, resting on the floor surrounded by scorch marks and lion scraps. As for Bacchus...well maybe the clerics at the local temple could perform a miracle on a pile of hide scraps. Overall, August was willing to consider his test a success.
Slowly August spun in the air, feeling like a rather blimpy moon. He was casually pondering how he might be able to deflate when he noticed he was heading towards the chandelier...the one with plenty of pointy iron candle holders jutting downward. The round deer gulped. It seemed the clerics were going to have to pull off two miracles.
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