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So, it seemed kinda simple, right? Almost genius really. Barley, having found remnants of his father's lost staff, had concocted the brilliant idea of a concoction made from the same staff. Really smart right? Well, the plan is is that staves are magical, so a soup made from one should logically awaken your dormant ability to use magic. That's the theory anyways, and despite Ian's new go with the flow nature, even he is a bit worried as Barley riskily drinks way too much of the stuff, with some pretty big results, to say the least.
Barley Lightooft/Onward is © Disney.
Word Count: 6158
Mana Bulking
So once upon a time the world was filled with magic; mighty centaurs running across the plains, trickster pixies flitting through the air, and mermaids swimming into the briny deep. But as time went on and technology improved, the magic went away; replaced with modern conveniences like lightbulbs, automobiles, and indoor plumbing. But, through the valiant actions of two brothers, the world once again became just a little bit more magical. After, y’know, inspiring a former hero to burn down her tavern, caused vast property damage, and nearly destroyed their hometown. But it all worked out in the end, because, turns out, magic is hella broken. Now, sometime later, Ian and Barley Lightfoot are on their own as their mother and their new stepfather are off on a romantic honeymoon. What could possibly go wrong?
“Fire! FIRE!” Ian screamed, waving a tea towel desperately at the inferno.
Why on earth had it seemed like a good idea to jam so many pop tarts in the toaster at once?! “Begone foul flame, I banish thee with my mighty torrent!” Barley heroically declared, blasting the ever-loving snot out of the toaster with a fire extinguisher.
Barely a flicker of smoke remained, nor the toaster under all that foam. But hey, at least the fire was out. “So, this has been a valuable learning experience” Ian uttered in relief as he slumped on a kitchen chair.
“Yeah, who knew you can’t toast the whole pack at once? Feels like a design flaw on the toaster’s side” Barley nodded while putting the extinguisher down. “So uhh, how about we dragon fry some eggs for breakfast?”
Their pet dragon, Blazey, immediately perked up and yelped, scampering out the kitchen. “I think that’s a no” Ian remarked.
“Man, how did Mom manage all this time without setting the house on fire?” Barley wondered while looking through the cupboard for breakfast.
“I think it’s because she specialised in cooking, while we squires nary have but a lone skill point” Ian grinned, mimicking his brother’s heroic cadence.
“Lo, but we are but squires, and thus one day with skill and honour may we become Noble Knights of the Kitchen Table!” Barley chuckled, following along.
“Is that one of your new adventures?” Ian asked curiously.
“Yeah it’s something I’m working on,” Barley explained with an arm full of chip bags, “I had this idea of someone pulling a sword from a stone and he goes on a quest to get noble knights and become king. They have a whole table to discuss king matters. It’s a work in progress. You want the Jack’o’Lime flavour or the Nacho Cheese Shield?”
“Jack’o’Lime is fine” Ian nodded, deftly catching the bag thrown underarm to him. “Chips for breakfast, what would the Queen say?” he asked, cracking open the chips.
“Well what she doesn’t know we won’t tell her. She left us some money so I can get some more food in Guinevere II and OH! Would you look at the time I gotta uhhh, go check up on the old girl” Barley stammered, his eyes darting from the clock to him darting out of the kitchen.
Ian stared blankly at the space his brother was occupying, and then to the clock. Nine o’clock, right on the dot. For the past two weeks he’d been rushing off at exactly the same time, night and day, to go check on his van, and while this was Barley here, this consistent behaviour was getting kinda concerning. While Ian had learned to stay out of his brother’s affairs, maybe it was time for a little intervention? Lord knows Barley was very close with his van, though maybe there is such a thing as too close. So, grabbing his enlarged splinter staff from his room, Ian marched right up to the door to the garage, raised his staff on high, and used it to politely knock on the door. “Who is it?” came a high pitched voice.
“Sir Ian of Lightfoot,” Ian declared boldly, “and he uhh, wants to know what you’ve been doing for two weeks.”
There was some unusual banging going on, and Ian could have sworn he heard some sloshing too? Like water or maybe it was radiator fluid. Guinevere II was a thirsty lady. “I uhhh, this is kinda private?” Barley said hesitantly.
“Come on Barley I’m your brother here, and I know you’re too heroic to do anything illegal. Well, dangerously illegal…. Look, the point is, is that if it’s anything embarrassing I won’t laugh. We’re brothers, through thick and thin, literally. We fought a dragon made of my school three months ago. So whatever it is, I’m sure you can show me, right?” Ian implored.
There was silence on the other side; a thick silence of about probably two hundred and twenty pounds, give or take? Barley’s a thick lad and all. But after some musing, Ian’s chest unloosened as the lock of the garage door gave way, and part of Barley appeared in the crack. “Okay I’m going to let you see, but you have to PROMISE that you won’t tell anyone. This is super-secret, never-been-done-before stuff going on in here” Barley warned.
“I promise on the name of Lightfoot” Ian swore, raising his right palm.
Nodding, the younger brother was let into the gloom of the garage, though there was this strange blue light peeking out of the cracks of a barrel. Barley carefully locked the door behind him and hot footed it over to the barrel, his smile widening as he hovered around it. “Oh Barley, you’re not making a magic potion using mom’s beauty products again are you?” Ian asked dubiously.
“Even better. Because this right here is going to be my ticket to magic” Barley alluded, casting sparkles around the very word.
“But how? I thought you had to be born with the gift?” Ian inquired.
“I thought so too. But as you proved with your enlarged splinter, there is magic in every fibre of a magic staff. Which is why I made this!” Barley declared, ripping the lid off the barrel.
The room was immediately lit up in an explosion of light, all from the barrel of sky blue liquid sloshing about. But what caught Ian’s eye was what was floating in it. “Is that dad’s staff?!” he gasped, eying the pieces of wood gently moving across the fluid’s surface.
“Yep! You remember that mermaid I dated for two weeks?” Barley queried.
“The one who dumped you because, and I quote, “land and sea don’t mix”?” Ian recalled.
“Hey now, it was mutual, and it was just because I had to keep going up for air while meeting her parents. But that doesn’t matter because when we were dating, she helped me dive around the sea where dad’s staff was flung and we found it, sorta. It was too damaged to fix and we couldn’t find all the pieces, but after we found enough I had a thought: Magic is in every fibre, so what if you could drink a staff to like, supercharge your magic bone? Like all those muscly guys in mom’s magazines who use protein to bulk before they work out” Barley theorised.
“Barley, that’s insane” Ian said flatly.
“I know! Cause I was wondering right, if dad had magic and you have magic, did it skip me? Or maybe my magic bone is too weak to cast anything? That’s why I took dad’s staff and made this magic soup out of it” Barley continued excitedly.
“Does it really bother you that I have magic and you don’t?” Ian asked imploringly.
“What? No! It’s awesome that you get to be a mighty and powerful wizard. But this is just, I dunno, I just wanna be sure that I can’t. Am I meant to be the mighty and powerful knight to your mighty and powerful wizard? Because I’ll never know until I see if I can use magic or not by drinking our dad’s staff that had been in the ocean for over a month” Barley explained, as if everything he had just said was completely normal.
“Won’t you get splinters though?” Ian pointed out.
“That’s what the pulp strainer is for” Barley answered, grabbing said item. “Plus I used the veggie strainer to get most of the stuff out already. It should be like, mostly splinter-free now. Y’know, I’m glad you came Ian; the colour hasn’t changed at all for a few days so I think my mana potion is ready for consuming.”
Ian swallowed hard, feeling some of his old worries eking back into his mind. “Is it safe to drink magic?” he asked, his lips feeling dry.
“No idea, but you’ll never find out unless you do it” Barley said blithely, grabbing a fancy chalice from one of the garage boxes, as well as a large pitcher. “And if anything does go wrong at least you’ll be able to drive me to the hospital; then I’ll get to tell everyone I’ve had my stomach pumped several times now” he chuckled.
“Yeah, the beauty product potion” Ian nodded nostalgically. “Okay look, I don’t know how this is going to work but… I’ve got your back, alright?” he relented.
“That’s my little bro” Barley grinned, placing the strainer on top of the chalice.
Ian’s brow wrinkled with worry as his brother used the pitcher to fill the chalice up to the brim, shaking away the excess pulp. The sky blue fluid danced about in its container, casting a light over Barley’s excited mug. “WAIT!” Ian cried out.
“What?” Barley asked.
“You’re not going to explode, or anything, right?” Ian queried.
“I don’t think so. But if I do… uhh, don’t tell people I exploded drinking dad’s staff. Tell them it was an awesome magical experiment gone wrong” Barley suggested.
“Well minus the awesome part, if you exploded it would be a magical experiment gone wrong” Ian fretted.
“Ehh, say I got got by a gryphon then” Barley shrugged as he put the chalice to his lips and chugged.
Ian was still like a statue as his older brother chugged the staff soup, a faint glow visible in his throat. The breath remained trapped in the younger elf’s throat as Barley chugged the whole thing, his belly bulging from the hefty volume, and the glow resurfacing around his navel. “Did it… taste… good?” Ian asked dryly.
“BUUUURRRRPP! Oof, it uhh, tastes a bit woody, kinda like if I just licked the staff” Barley mused, rubbing the side of his gut.
“Do you feel, magical?” Ian pressed.
“Let’s see! Aloft Elevar!” Barley intoned, pointing at a cardboard box. Shockingly, the box completely failed to move. “Huh, coulda sworn that’d work” Barley frowned.
“Don’t you need a staff? You can borrow mine” Ian offered, holding out his splinter staff.
“Oh, maybe? I kinda thought if I drank a staff I’d become the staff? Like the magical fibres are now inside me, so I would become the catalyst by which to wield my magical might” Barley figured.
“But didn’t you strain them out?” Ian pointed out.
“Huh, you’re right!” Barley nodded, rubbing at his plump chin. “If I wanna become one with the staff, I gotta risk some splinters” he declared, dumping the chalice into the barrel.
“Wait is that even a good… idea…?” Ian said in a strained voice as Barley began chugging again.
The glow in his throat was gaining in intensity, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed more of the magical elixir. And as he did his belly gloshed, poking out from the underside of his shirt as the internal glow intensified and spread further out across his middle. Ian couldn’t help but notice his brother’s stomach swell, and now the nervous sweats were coming back as his brother had probably consumed a quart of the stuff now. “Oooo, it feels funny” Barley grimaced, the contents of his stomach sloshing about.
It was subtle, but his belly was gently swaying about from left to right, as if the tides were moving this way and that. The tides then changes as Barley let slip another loud belch, the air tinging with a fine blue vapour. “Okay I’m not sure you should be drinking any more of that stuff” Ian warned as he swiped the blue cloud away.
“I just gotta be certain. ALOFT ELEVAR!” Barley cried, pointing again to the box.
And once again, it failed to move. “Barley….” Ian said softly.
“It’s just, it’s just because the stuff is mostly water. I probably just need more” Barley said uncertainly, grabbing the pitcher and dunking it into the barrel.
Ian was speechless as his brother upended the pitcher to his open maw, magic water splashing down his chest as he chugged, and chugged, and chugged. His stomach groaned loudly, his plump, swollen middle riding his shirt up higher as it expressed itself with every jiggly slosh. Barley’s belly jostled about, the contents churning away as the internal glow grew in intensity, almost acting like a light source all on its own. And the more he drank, the more his middle bulged, looking almost a few months pregnant as his bellybutton began to pop a little from all the internal pressure. The older elf belched loudly mid-chug, the blue vapour getting thicker and denser, almost taking on a life of its own as it faded into the air. Barley gasped for air as the last drops fell, and he casually wiped his face as he seemed to be completely ignoring how bloated and swollen he was. “Barley!” Ian gasped as his brother went for another dunk.
Before he could do a thing Barley upended another pitcher of mana, beginning the process again. His face was strained, as was his middle if the patches of purple around the sides were any indication. And yet Barley was still committed to downing the whole thing, his engorged belly rising further, and fuller, creeping out in inches as his shirt had risen halfway up, and was still ascending his groaning, creaking middle. His bloated gut was being put through the ringer with more fluid than that time he bet he could drink a gallon of milk in one sitting. And despite everything he didn’t feel exactly full; at least not the specific definition of full. Despite had much his stomach filled with magic water, it seemed more than capable of just having a tiny bit more, inch by inch. But to Ian all he could see was his brother turning into a big fat water balloon, the fluid sloshing about louder and harder than a waterbed. He was feeling like one too, but he couldn’t stop until the last drop. He HAD to be sure, he just had to! Breathing heavily, he pointed a shaking hand at the cardboard box. “ALOFT ELEVARRRRRRPPPPP!!!” Barley belched thickly, a storm of blue gas blasting out of his gob.
The box maybe moved, or perhaps the force of Barley’s belch carried enough force to shake the room, but still, it didn’t seem to float any more than a stone floats in a lake. “Barley please, enough!” Ian begged.
Barley looked at his brother, though he could see the half-drained barrel out of the corner of his eye. He then focused on Ian, and he sighed. “Sorry. I got carried away again didn’t I?” he said quietly.
“I know you really wanted to do magic but maybe it wasn’t to be?” Ian said as kindly as he could, completely missing that Barley’s burp cloud was congealing into a miniature storm that floated through the air, eventually colliding with the cardboard box Barley had tried so hard to lift. “Look, I know you wanted to know if you had the gift but.... Barley, how are you doing that?” Ian asked urgently, spotting something behind his brother.
“Doing what?” Barley asked.
“That!” Ian shrieked, pointing behind his brother.
Turning around, Barley’s jaw dropped as the two of them witnessed the cardboard box floating in the air. “Did… did I do that?” he gasped. “You didn’t just cast the levitation spell in secret did you?” Barley asked suspiciously.
“What? NO! No Barley, Barley! This is all you!” Ian said excitedly.
“I did it. I DID magic! I guess now we’re going to have to fight to see who can be the wizard in this family” Barley declared.
“Wait what?” Ian muttered, his smile fading.
“I’m kidding!” Barley laughed. “But mom’s going to be so excited that both of us take after dad” he declared.
“Yeah alright. So uhh, how do you stop making it float?” Ian inquired.
“I uhh, I don’t know. I don’t even know what made it float in the first place” Barley admitted, his proud smile slowly turning into a wince. “Ooohh, oog” he groaned, clutching at his middle.
“Barley what’s wrong?” Ian asked.
GLLLRRGGGGGLLLAARRR! Barley’s middle pulsated, his stretched skin quaking as his internals were making the most awful racket. “I think… I drank too much wood” Barley grimaced, nearly doubling over his bloated self.
“Do you need the hospital?” Ian asked urgently.
“Too late. I think I’m gonna… gonna….” Barley gurgled.
“Bathroom! Let’s get you to the bathroom!” Ian urged.
“Too late. Here it comes. HuuUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!”
The most fantastic display of fireworks exploded against the garage door, filling up the gloomy space with light. Ian was awestruck at the display, and the trail of smoke issuing out of his brother’s own mouth. “Did you just burp the firework spell?” Ian uttered in disbelief.
Barley nodded, his cheeks bulging suddenly and his throat widened, unleashing another belched salvo of fireworks that set fire to some old newspapers! “Barley, you need to stop burping fireworks!” Ian said urgently as he stomped out the newborn flames.
“I’m trying!” Barley gagged as he slapped his hands over his mouth.
His stomach ROARED fiercely as the magic was denied its escape, his stomach pulsating and inflating some more until the older elf’s eyes suddenly widened. FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! CRACKLE CRACKLE! Both brothers looked back to the explosion of fireworks hitting the rear wall, traced all the way to the smouldering hole in the back of Barley’s shorts. “Did you just shoot fireworks…?” Ian began.
“From my butt” Barley whimpered as he patted out the smoking hole in his shorts.
“Barley, I think you’re going to need to see a doctor. But, who would we even go to for… farting fireworks? Maybe the Manticore can help?” Ian suggested.
“I don’t think this is a curse, and even if it was I really don’t think I want my butt stabbed by a magic sword” Barley huffed and stretched himself.
The magical tingling in his belly had gone away, and, shockingly, a lot of the water weight had disappeared as well. Even the glow was pretty much gone. And yet there was a slight, lingering feeling inside him that Barley couldn’t quite put his finger on. PPLLLLRRRRRBBBB!! Oh, there it was as blue gas erupted out his shapely backside, traveling through the hole in his shorts to freedom. The elf coughed loudly, wafting away the azure ass gas with one hand while his brother stayed as far away as he could. Ian however did yelp as the levitating box came crashing down. “Huh, guess it just stops floating with time?” he remarked nervously.
“I guess so. Man, I was hoping to do some real magic, like the growth spell. Or the speed spell. But it was kinda cool doing the firework spell, even if it was out my butt. Kinda stings a little” Barley grunted as he shifted his shorts. “But this mana water stuff is dangerous, so it’s probably best to seal it up and get rid of it somewhere safe” he conceded as he reached on the ground for the barrel lid.
“I’m sorry things didn’t work out quite like you wanted Barley; still messing around with magic can be dangerous, so I’m glad you’re done with your experiment” Ian said in agreement while trying to ignore his brother’s visible ass crack. It was just so there, and by god Ian wished his brother would hitch up his shorts a bit more. “Wait, what?” Ian mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
He wasn’t quite sure what he had seen, but he was almost positive that Barley’s butt was a bit… bigger? But that was impossible, right? Well, he did just see fireworks come out of his brother’s mouth after drinking soup made from a staff so this was an anything go kind of day. But the more he looked the more he was positive there was more Barley booty than before. “Uhh, Barley? Did your shorts shrink in the wash?” Ian asked cautiously.
“No, uhh, why?” Barley answered as he screwed the lid on and turned to his brother.
“Whoa!” Ian gasped, stumbling backwards.
“What is it? Oh man have I grown an extra head or eye or some kind of cool magical mutation?” Barley asked excitedly as he looked about. “Have I grown a tail?” he added, trying to get a good look behind him.
“You got fatter!” Ian erupted.
“Huh?” Barley muttered, looking down. “Whoa!” he gasped, eying himself up. It was true, his belly was hanging just a bit further out than it should have, showing off a peek of his muffin top. The older elf gripped his sides curiously, giving his extra heft a bit of a bounce. There was a lot of it; actually, a bit more of it, as his middle squelched and pushed his shirt up just a little bit more. “Uhh, Ian, I don’t think I got fatter, I think I’m getting fatter” Barley yelped as he squeezed his ballooning middle.
Right before his brother’s very eyes was Barley, indeed, gaining weight. In the scant few seconds of his declaration Barley’s middle had seeped out an extra inch or two, his shirt riding up all around as his pillowy blue skin sagged over his shorts in the perfect muffin top shape. His insides gurgled ominously as a shudder went through the elf, the top of his shirt getting a little less roomy as his chest gently softened into suppler moobs. Barley groped at his chest, the softness definitely felt as his nipples pressed up against his shirt, being a little more than noticeable. Twisting his head around back, Barley could barely spot his blue buns in the oven, warming up and starting to protrude further out the back of his shorts, not that he needed to look when his waistband feeling tighter was more than enough indication. “What’s happening to you?” Ian gasped, finally finding his tongue.
“I think it’s the growth spell” Barley guessed as he tugged at the back of his shorts. “If all that magic water went into my body then it’s making me grow, and only me. So if I’m guessing right, I’m going to need more than XXL shorts pretty soon” he admitted as he struggled to get said-shorts back up his rump.
“Can we stop it? Is there a counter-spell I can use?” Ian urged.
“M-maybe, but it’d be in my room” Barley recalled.
“Then let’s go!” Ian yelled, rushing out the hallway door.
Nodding Barley followed, but it was getting kind of tough to move as the fabric around his thighs was getting a bit clingy, his legs feeling just a bit heavier and his shoes just that much tighter. Moving as deftly as he could, the elf’s body was jiggling all over the place as his gut blorped heavily, creeping outwards into a sizeable keg gut Barley had planned to get once he was in college. It gently slapped at his groin as his sides joined in, forming several creases in his love handles, providing ample support to his overblown tum. He had only just got out the door and already at least forty pounds had stacked on him! A fine vapour of blue sweat was soaking into his shirt, especially around his plush moobs and the pockets starting to form beneath them. “Ian wait up!” Barley called, picking up his pace as much as he could.
Barley’s rump jostled about, the overabundance of flab forcing his shorts a quarter down their swelling heft. A tight bond was forming between arse and fabric, as the waistband clung and dug into the overblown expanse that was Barley’s derriere. And if the shorts were to move, they’d move no further as every last bit was sealed in, 2XL no longer his pant size as his legs resembled tubes of sausage meat half-stuck in casing. And all the while his stomach rumbled and gurgled, his thick belly spilling out more and more to the point you’d ask Barley when he was due, especially with his bellybutton looking so deep and yet so ready to just about pop out from the pressure. If anything he looked like an obese man trying to relive his thinner days once he had caught up to Ian, who was looking more worried than ever as he couldn’t help but notice that Barley’s clothes were looking smaller in more ways than weight. “Are you getting taller too?! That’s… kind of unfair” Ian admitted bitterly.
Barley huffed loudly, his chest blowing up his middle like bellows, the fat stacking it on well and true as another inch of gut hung off his hips. “Ian, I don’t think the stairs and my room can handle two people. So wait down here and I’m going to try and find the counter spell” Barley declared, reaching for the handrail.
“But wouldn’t it be better if I went and looked instead?” Ian pointed out.
“I’ll be able to find it faster, and time is what we don’t have. If this keeps going the magic could be irreversible, or it could become too strong for you to counter. And I am NOT going to the gym” Barley said as he forced one foot onto the stairs.
It was getting so much harder to move when his shorts were so tight and his thighs and calves so fat, but Barley never turned down an adventure, no matter the difficulty level. The first step creaked as he forced his way onto the second, and already he could feel this challenge was going to a need Nat 20 to succeed. But despite how small his shoes felt, he was going to get up there. But with every step the weight was continuing to grow, and at a faster rate as his shirt was riding halfway up his exposed, sloshing gut. It wobbled and jiggled about, threatening to throw off his balance, but a hero is never beaten, even when their bright blue buns were plumping over his waistband. Worse yet, his girthy rump was exploiting his latest vulnerability as it squeezed out the hole left in the back of his shorts, tearing it wider and exposing more of his dirty white jocks than Ian ever wanted to see. And step by step this continued, the elf gaining weight enough to be considered a junior sumo wrestler as the creaking of the stairs turned to groans, and as he neared the top those groans were evolving into cracks. Blue sweat caked Barley’s forehead as he struggled to the top, his blubbery sides and fatty back squishing over his tortured waistband as he sagged over himself from exertion.
The whole house seemed to be creaking as Barley stomped his heavy body along, his gut so round and so heavy that it was obscuring most of his groin from view. Holes were splitting their way through the seams of his clothing; his much-too-small clothing. His vest, which once hung down to his hips, was now only barely even down past his sizeable moobs, and as Barley kept going he found himself forcefully having to hung down as the hallway was getting a little too short and narrow for his liking. “Man, the one time I get to grow and I’m about to break the house when I do” he thought to himself as he got to his door.
Reaching out he couldn’t even grasp the knob with his large, plump hand, forcing him to as gently as he could to use two fingers to gently finagle it open. And even then that almost became impossible as his hands were growing enough that it burst off his leather bracelet and wrist guard. It hurt to lose such artefacts, but it was going to be even worse if he couldn’t get inside. Of course, it seems he rolled a Critical Failure as the exact moment he was halfway through, a sudden surge of blubber came rolling in, the elf exploding in mass as his bulbous gut and sides got stuck on the doorway. “Not now come on!” Barley roared as he pushed with all his might.
His flab suckered at the door, air pockets and sweat locking him in place as the drywall began to crumble. Forcing his legs as hard as he could, the combination of friction and girth exploded his shoes, leaving his swollen feet in socks that were already tearing at the seams. But the added grip seemed to do it, and by some miracle he shlorped his way to the other side. Tumbling about like the world’s flabbiest beanbag, Barley groaned as he looked about for his advanced book of spells, the one he had planned to give to Ian for his birthday. Struggling to get up, scraps of fabric fell about him, his legs suddenly more free as what remained of his shorts had left a line from the doorway to him. His thigh gap was completely gone now, replaced instead by the earthquake zone of his gelatinous thighs. And as freeing as this was, Barley blushed modestly as his enormous blue ass, one big enough to outclass Colt Bronco’s generous rear, was stretching his old briefs like a canvas made of bad decisions and not enough detergent. Barley was getting rounder and rounder as his gut groaned, inching outwards or rather onwards, his shirt crumpling up near the generous peak and acting as little more than a sling for his hefty moobs. Huffing hard and ignoring his vest falling away from the damage it too has suffered, Barley tossed aside his belongings in search of the spell book, completely missing the cracks in the floor left by his tumble; cracks that were growing just as fast as Barley was as he stomped around the room. CRACK! “Oh no” Barley whimpered as the floor gave out.
Plaster and dust and timber went everywhere as Barley fell ass-first into the kitchen, his enormity crushing part of the kitchen bench and definitely taking out the table and chairs. Ian rushed into the room, staff at the ready. “BARLEY! You okay?” he called out through the murk.
His brother groaned, rising up from all the debris taller than ever, somehow hitting his head on the part of the kitchen ceiling he didn’t smash through. Kneeling down, his belly blorped between and over his tubby legs, the lowest part dusting the floor. “BWWWWAAAAAARRRRRPPPPP!!!”
It was like a hurricane, blasting all of the dust out of the way and allowing Ian the full sight of his monstrously obese brother desperately trying not to take up all the space, even as he was visibly growing lardier by the second. “Ian, get Blazey and RUN!” Barley ordered.
Without even saying a word Ian ran off, giving Barley some relief as he heard the front door open and slam very loudly. Man, what a mess. Sure it didn’t top unleashing a curse that demolished Ian’s school, but if mom saw this mess it’d probably be up there. Not much he could do now that his room was trashed, and the kitchen wasn’t looking any better either. At least Ian should be able to fix all of this, if there was even enough stuff to fix once he was done smooshing all of it. Inevitably the elf came crashing to the floor, his tremendous rump and gut bouncing his entire body about as his shirt gave way, the fall damage having done enough to leave him in but his incredibly elastic underwear. His enormous blue moobs rested comfortably enough on his landmass of a belly, his indigo nipples incredibly puffy and sunken into the rest of his mass. His stomach groaned and gurgled some more, his body tensing up from the extra mass rapidly piling it on. In no time his wave of a gut was out the kitchen into the living room, while his big blue butt pressed against the back wall and probably giving the neighbours quite a shock through the windows. His underwear was giving him one heck of a wedgie despite covering as much of his rear as he could, but that was just the price you pay when you mess with magic. Barley could only close his eyes in acceptance as his head pressed against the roof, the structure giving way as he went back up into his room.
By now he was starting to fill up everywhere, his body becoming one with the mushroom house as squares of blue blubber squeezed their way through every window. One leg, he could feel, had made it into the garage where it rubbed against his beloved Guinevere II. A shoulder was definitely in his mom’s room, as he could feel her exercise bike and definitely the cold metal of Bronco’s horseshoes. It was getting oh so cramped inside that house, and Ian on the outside could easily tell. The entire structure was shuddering, cracks forming everywhere as Barley’s fat was pushing out of every gap it could, and if it couldn’t find one it made one. The front door was bulging outwards, barely keeping his brother back before it split in two, allowing more of Barley to blorp out, crowned with a navel so deep and so vast Blazey could use it as a den. In fact if Ian didn’t hold the dragon back he very were would have, though he did wince when he saw his brother’s moob poke through the window that happened to be from his room. Barley’s nipple was practically winking it was so big, and it was tearing the window frame apart, as was the other moob peeking out the matching window. By now other neighbours were stopping and staring at the Lightfoot household; some even had their phones out recording all of this as Guinevere II busted through the garage door, followed closely by Barley’s leg and his tiny-if-blobby foot.
Ian swallowed hard as the cracks were deepening, with more pieces coming off until the entire thing collapsed, a surge of blue exploding outwards. Everyone except Ian ran for cover, the poor young elf’s face grim as the dust cleared. Barley, oh Barley. He was absolutely enormous, definitely bigger than their two story house, and probably bigger than a three story house. He was certainly wider than it, as his stomach was like an ocean, filling up the space between the twin ranges of his conical, adipose-rich legs ending in feet stuck in a tight wedge of flab. No way would they ever hold him up, especially with his ginormous rump weighing him down on the other side. His ass cheeks were nearly two stories tall and round enough to crush an adventurer looting a golden idol. A tight wedgie was running up the crack with barely any of his briefs visible, save for maybe around a fold generous enough not to obscure it totally. It was going to be hard to explain to the neighbours next door as to why their fence was totally crushed under Barley’s bulbous behind, or their flowers either. The elf was an absolute blob, a completely immobile wad of elf and pure enthusiasm with moobs bigger than king-sized mattresses, and probably with ten times the comfort. And despite all this girth, Barley seemed relatively at peace with his enormous cheeks and multiple chins neatly tucked into the thick collar of lard that was his neck. “Alright people, believe it not there’s nothing to see here. Just a magical mishap we’re going to fix” Ian announced, only adding “once I figure out how” to himself.
Everyone was of course dispersing, though, it was helped by the enormous rumbling coming from Barley’s stomach. Even Ian fled to hide behind a streetlight as Barley’s mouth open, and he belched out an enormous spray of firework magic that lit up the sky, even though it was day. “Well, that wasn’t so ba-”
Ian had to say it, as there was another rumble, and an even bigger burst of fireworks and blue gas exploded out Barley’s crack, setting fire to several hedges. Ian sighed amongst the screaming and crying for the firefighters. “Mom is never going to let us hear the end of this” Ian sighed despondently.
.:Rated general for:.
>Water Inflation
>>Belly (Temporary)
>Gas
>>Burping
>>Farting (No Smell)
>WG
>>Clothing Destruction
>>Immobile
>Growth
>>Semi-Macro
>Nudity (Tasteful)Barley Lightooft/Onward is © Disney.
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If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Mana Bulking
So once upon a time the world was filled with magic; mighty centaurs running across the plains, trickster pixies flitting through the air, and mermaids swimming into the briny deep. But as time went on and technology improved, the magic went away; replaced with modern conveniences like lightbulbs, automobiles, and indoor plumbing. But, through the valiant actions of two brothers, the world once again became just a little bit more magical. After, y’know, inspiring a former hero to burn down her tavern, caused vast property damage, and nearly destroyed their hometown. But it all worked out in the end, because, turns out, magic is hella broken. Now, sometime later, Ian and Barley Lightfoot are on their own as their mother and their new stepfather are off on a romantic honeymoon. What could possibly go wrong?
“Fire! FIRE!” Ian screamed, waving a tea towel desperately at the inferno.
Why on earth had it seemed like a good idea to jam so many pop tarts in the toaster at once?! “Begone foul flame, I banish thee with my mighty torrent!” Barley heroically declared, blasting the ever-loving snot out of the toaster with a fire extinguisher.
Barely a flicker of smoke remained, nor the toaster under all that foam. But hey, at least the fire was out. “So, this has been a valuable learning experience” Ian uttered in relief as he slumped on a kitchen chair.
“Yeah, who knew you can’t toast the whole pack at once? Feels like a design flaw on the toaster’s side” Barley nodded while putting the extinguisher down. “So uhh, how about we dragon fry some eggs for breakfast?”
Their pet dragon, Blazey, immediately perked up and yelped, scampering out the kitchen. “I think that’s a no” Ian remarked.
“Man, how did Mom manage all this time without setting the house on fire?” Barley wondered while looking through the cupboard for breakfast.
“I think it’s because she specialised in cooking, while we squires nary have but a lone skill point” Ian grinned, mimicking his brother’s heroic cadence.
“Lo, but we are but squires, and thus one day with skill and honour may we become Noble Knights of the Kitchen Table!” Barley chuckled, following along.
“Is that one of your new adventures?” Ian asked curiously.
“Yeah it’s something I’m working on,” Barley explained with an arm full of chip bags, “I had this idea of someone pulling a sword from a stone and he goes on a quest to get noble knights and become king. They have a whole table to discuss king matters. It’s a work in progress. You want the Jack’o’Lime flavour or the Nacho Cheese Shield?”
“Jack’o’Lime is fine” Ian nodded, deftly catching the bag thrown underarm to him. “Chips for breakfast, what would the Queen say?” he asked, cracking open the chips.
“Well what she doesn’t know we won’t tell her. She left us some money so I can get some more food in Guinevere II and OH! Would you look at the time I gotta uhhh, go check up on the old girl” Barley stammered, his eyes darting from the clock to him darting out of the kitchen.
Ian stared blankly at the space his brother was occupying, and then to the clock. Nine o’clock, right on the dot. For the past two weeks he’d been rushing off at exactly the same time, night and day, to go check on his van, and while this was Barley here, this consistent behaviour was getting kinda concerning. While Ian had learned to stay out of his brother’s affairs, maybe it was time for a little intervention? Lord knows Barley was very close with his van, though maybe there is such a thing as too close. So, grabbing his enlarged splinter staff from his room, Ian marched right up to the door to the garage, raised his staff on high, and used it to politely knock on the door. “Who is it?” came a high pitched voice.
“Sir Ian of Lightfoot,” Ian declared boldly, “and he uhh, wants to know what you’ve been doing for two weeks.”
There was some unusual banging going on, and Ian could have sworn he heard some sloshing too? Like water or maybe it was radiator fluid. Guinevere II was a thirsty lady. “I uhhh, this is kinda private?” Barley said hesitantly.
“Come on Barley I’m your brother here, and I know you’re too heroic to do anything illegal. Well, dangerously illegal…. Look, the point is, is that if it’s anything embarrassing I won’t laugh. We’re brothers, through thick and thin, literally. We fought a dragon made of my school three months ago. So whatever it is, I’m sure you can show me, right?” Ian implored.
There was silence on the other side; a thick silence of about probably two hundred and twenty pounds, give or take? Barley’s a thick lad and all. But after some musing, Ian’s chest unloosened as the lock of the garage door gave way, and part of Barley appeared in the crack. “Okay I’m going to let you see, but you have to PROMISE that you won’t tell anyone. This is super-secret, never-been-done-before stuff going on in here” Barley warned.
“I promise on the name of Lightfoot” Ian swore, raising his right palm.
Nodding, the younger brother was let into the gloom of the garage, though there was this strange blue light peeking out of the cracks of a barrel. Barley carefully locked the door behind him and hot footed it over to the barrel, his smile widening as he hovered around it. “Oh Barley, you’re not making a magic potion using mom’s beauty products again are you?” Ian asked dubiously.
“Even better. Because this right here is going to be my ticket to magic” Barley alluded, casting sparkles around the very word.
“But how? I thought you had to be born with the gift?” Ian inquired.
“I thought so too. But as you proved with your enlarged splinter, there is magic in every fibre of a magic staff. Which is why I made this!” Barley declared, ripping the lid off the barrel.
The room was immediately lit up in an explosion of light, all from the barrel of sky blue liquid sloshing about. But what caught Ian’s eye was what was floating in it. “Is that dad’s staff?!” he gasped, eying the pieces of wood gently moving across the fluid’s surface.
“Yep! You remember that mermaid I dated for two weeks?” Barley queried.
“The one who dumped you because, and I quote, “land and sea don’t mix”?” Ian recalled.
“Hey now, it was mutual, and it was just because I had to keep going up for air while meeting her parents. But that doesn’t matter because when we were dating, she helped me dive around the sea where dad’s staff was flung and we found it, sorta. It was too damaged to fix and we couldn’t find all the pieces, but after we found enough I had a thought: Magic is in every fibre, so what if you could drink a staff to like, supercharge your magic bone? Like all those muscly guys in mom’s magazines who use protein to bulk before they work out” Barley theorised.
“Barley, that’s insane” Ian said flatly.
“I know! Cause I was wondering right, if dad had magic and you have magic, did it skip me? Or maybe my magic bone is too weak to cast anything? That’s why I took dad’s staff and made this magic soup out of it” Barley continued excitedly.
“Does it really bother you that I have magic and you don’t?” Ian asked imploringly.
“What? No! It’s awesome that you get to be a mighty and powerful wizard. But this is just, I dunno, I just wanna be sure that I can’t. Am I meant to be the mighty and powerful knight to your mighty and powerful wizard? Because I’ll never know until I see if I can use magic or not by drinking our dad’s staff that had been in the ocean for over a month” Barley explained, as if everything he had just said was completely normal.
“Won’t you get splinters though?” Ian pointed out.
“That’s what the pulp strainer is for” Barley answered, grabbing said item. “Plus I used the veggie strainer to get most of the stuff out already. It should be like, mostly splinter-free now. Y’know, I’m glad you came Ian; the colour hasn’t changed at all for a few days so I think my mana potion is ready for consuming.”
Ian swallowed hard, feeling some of his old worries eking back into his mind. “Is it safe to drink magic?” he asked, his lips feeling dry.
“No idea, but you’ll never find out unless you do it” Barley said blithely, grabbing a fancy chalice from one of the garage boxes, as well as a large pitcher. “And if anything does go wrong at least you’ll be able to drive me to the hospital; then I’ll get to tell everyone I’ve had my stomach pumped several times now” he chuckled.
“Yeah, the beauty product potion” Ian nodded nostalgically. “Okay look, I don’t know how this is going to work but… I’ve got your back, alright?” he relented.
“That’s my little bro” Barley grinned, placing the strainer on top of the chalice.
Ian’s brow wrinkled with worry as his brother used the pitcher to fill the chalice up to the brim, shaking away the excess pulp. The sky blue fluid danced about in its container, casting a light over Barley’s excited mug. “WAIT!” Ian cried out.
“What?” Barley asked.
“You’re not going to explode, or anything, right?” Ian queried.
“I don’t think so. But if I do… uhh, don’t tell people I exploded drinking dad’s staff. Tell them it was an awesome magical experiment gone wrong” Barley suggested.
“Well minus the awesome part, if you exploded it would be a magical experiment gone wrong” Ian fretted.
“Ehh, say I got got by a gryphon then” Barley shrugged as he put the chalice to his lips and chugged.
Ian was still like a statue as his older brother chugged the staff soup, a faint glow visible in his throat. The breath remained trapped in the younger elf’s throat as Barley chugged the whole thing, his belly bulging from the hefty volume, and the glow resurfacing around his navel. “Did it… taste… good?” Ian asked dryly.
“BUUUURRRRPP! Oof, it uhh, tastes a bit woody, kinda like if I just licked the staff” Barley mused, rubbing the side of his gut.
“Do you feel, magical?” Ian pressed.
“Let’s see! Aloft Elevar!” Barley intoned, pointing at a cardboard box. Shockingly, the box completely failed to move. “Huh, coulda sworn that’d work” Barley frowned.
“Don’t you need a staff? You can borrow mine” Ian offered, holding out his splinter staff.
“Oh, maybe? I kinda thought if I drank a staff I’d become the staff? Like the magical fibres are now inside me, so I would become the catalyst by which to wield my magical might” Barley figured.
“But didn’t you strain them out?” Ian pointed out.
“Huh, you’re right!” Barley nodded, rubbing at his plump chin. “If I wanna become one with the staff, I gotta risk some splinters” he declared, dumping the chalice into the barrel.
“Wait is that even a good… idea…?” Ian said in a strained voice as Barley began chugging again.
The glow in his throat was gaining in intensity, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed more of the magical elixir. And as he did his belly gloshed, poking out from the underside of his shirt as the internal glow intensified and spread further out across his middle. Ian couldn’t help but notice his brother’s stomach swell, and now the nervous sweats were coming back as his brother had probably consumed a quart of the stuff now. “Oooo, it feels funny” Barley grimaced, the contents of his stomach sloshing about.
It was subtle, but his belly was gently swaying about from left to right, as if the tides were moving this way and that. The tides then changes as Barley let slip another loud belch, the air tinging with a fine blue vapour. “Okay I’m not sure you should be drinking any more of that stuff” Ian warned as he swiped the blue cloud away.
“I just gotta be certain. ALOFT ELEVAR!” Barley cried, pointing again to the box.
And once again, it failed to move. “Barley….” Ian said softly.
“It’s just, it’s just because the stuff is mostly water. I probably just need more” Barley said uncertainly, grabbing the pitcher and dunking it into the barrel.
Ian was speechless as his brother upended the pitcher to his open maw, magic water splashing down his chest as he chugged, and chugged, and chugged. His stomach groaned loudly, his plump, swollen middle riding his shirt up higher as it expressed itself with every jiggly slosh. Barley’s belly jostled about, the contents churning away as the internal glow grew in intensity, almost acting like a light source all on its own. And the more he drank, the more his middle bulged, looking almost a few months pregnant as his bellybutton began to pop a little from all the internal pressure. The older elf belched loudly mid-chug, the blue vapour getting thicker and denser, almost taking on a life of its own as it faded into the air. Barley gasped for air as the last drops fell, and he casually wiped his face as he seemed to be completely ignoring how bloated and swollen he was. “Barley!” Ian gasped as his brother went for another dunk.
Before he could do a thing Barley upended another pitcher of mana, beginning the process again. His face was strained, as was his middle if the patches of purple around the sides were any indication. And yet Barley was still committed to downing the whole thing, his engorged belly rising further, and fuller, creeping out in inches as his shirt had risen halfway up, and was still ascending his groaning, creaking middle. His bloated gut was being put through the ringer with more fluid than that time he bet he could drink a gallon of milk in one sitting. And despite everything he didn’t feel exactly full; at least not the specific definition of full. Despite had much his stomach filled with magic water, it seemed more than capable of just having a tiny bit more, inch by inch. But to Ian all he could see was his brother turning into a big fat water balloon, the fluid sloshing about louder and harder than a waterbed. He was feeling like one too, but he couldn’t stop until the last drop. He HAD to be sure, he just had to! Breathing heavily, he pointed a shaking hand at the cardboard box. “ALOFT ELEVARRRRRRPPPPP!!!” Barley belched thickly, a storm of blue gas blasting out of his gob.
The box maybe moved, or perhaps the force of Barley’s belch carried enough force to shake the room, but still, it didn’t seem to float any more than a stone floats in a lake. “Barley please, enough!” Ian begged.
Barley looked at his brother, though he could see the half-drained barrel out of the corner of his eye. He then focused on Ian, and he sighed. “Sorry. I got carried away again didn’t I?” he said quietly.
“I know you really wanted to do magic but maybe it wasn’t to be?” Ian said as kindly as he could, completely missing that Barley’s burp cloud was congealing into a miniature storm that floated through the air, eventually colliding with the cardboard box Barley had tried so hard to lift. “Look, I know you wanted to know if you had the gift but.... Barley, how are you doing that?” Ian asked urgently, spotting something behind his brother.
“Doing what?” Barley asked.
“That!” Ian shrieked, pointing behind his brother.
Turning around, Barley’s jaw dropped as the two of them witnessed the cardboard box floating in the air. “Did… did I do that?” he gasped. “You didn’t just cast the levitation spell in secret did you?” Barley asked suspiciously.
“What? NO! No Barley, Barley! This is all you!” Ian said excitedly.
“I did it. I DID magic! I guess now we’re going to have to fight to see who can be the wizard in this family” Barley declared.
“Wait what?” Ian muttered, his smile fading.
“I’m kidding!” Barley laughed. “But mom’s going to be so excited that both of us take after dad” he declared.
“Yeah alright. So uhh, how do you stop making it float?” Ian inquired.
“I uhh, I don’t know. I don’t even know what made it float in the first place” Barley admitted, his proud smile slowly turning into a wince. “Ooohh, oog” he groaned, clutching at his middle.
“Barley what’s wrong?” Ian asked.
GLLLRRGGGGGLLLAARRR! Barley’s middle pulsated, his stretched skin quaking as his internals were making the most awful racket. “I think… I drank too much wood” Barley grimaced, nearly doubling over his bloated self.
“Do you need the hospital?” Ian asked urgently.
“Too late. I think I’m gonna… gonna….” Barley gurgled.
“Bathroom! Let’s get you to the bathroom!” Ian urged.
“Too late. Here it comes. HuuUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!”
The most fantastic display of fireworks exploded against the garage door, filling up the gloomy space with light. Ian was awestruck at the display, and the trail of smoke issuing out of his brother’s own mouth. “Did you just burp the firework spell?” Ian uttered in disbelief.
Barley nodded, his cheeks bulging suddenly and his throat widened, unleashing another belched salvo of fireworks that set fire to some old newspapers! “Barley, you need to stop burping fireworks!” Ian said urgently as he stomped out the newborn flames.
“I’m trying!” Barley gagged as he slapped his hands over his mouth.
His stomach ROARED fiercely as the magic was denied its escape, his stomach pulsating and inflating some more until the older elf’s eyes suddenly widened. FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!! CRACKLE CRACKLE! Both brothers looked back to the explosion of fireworks hitting the rear wall, traced all the way to the smouldering hole in the back of Barley’s shorts. “Did you just shoot fireworks…?” Ian began.
“From my butt” Barley whimpered as he patted out the smoking hole in his shorts.
“Barley, I think you’re going to need to see a doctor. But, who would we even go to for… farting fireworks? Maybe the Manticore can help?” Ian suggested.
“I don’t think this is a curse, and even if it was I really don’t think I want my butt stabbed by a magic sword” Barley huffed and stretched himself.
The magical tingling in his belly had gone away, and, shockingly, a lot of the water weight had disappeared as well. Even the glow was pretty much gone. And yet there was a slight, lingering feeling inside him that Barley couldn’t quite put his finger on. PPLLLLRRRRRBBBB!! Oh, there it was as blue gas erupted out his shapely backside, traveling through the hole in his shorts to freedom. The elf coughed loudly, wafting away the azure ass gas with one hand while his brother stayed as far away as he could. Ian however did yelp as the levitating box came crashing down. “Huh, guess it just stops floating with time?” he remarked nervously.
“I guess so. Man, I was hoping to do some real magic, like the growth spell. Or the speed spell. But it was kinda cool doing the firework spell, even if it was out my butt. Kinda stings a little” Barley grunted as he shifted his shorts. “But this mana water stuff is dangerous, so it’s probably best to seal it up and get rid of it somewhere safe” he conceded as he reached on the ground for the barrel lid.
“I’m sorry things didn’t work out quite like you wanted Barley; still messing around with magic can be dangerous, so I’m glad you’re done with your experiment” Ian said in agreement while trying to ignore his brother’s visible ass crack. It was just so there, and by god Ian wished his brother would hitch up his shorts a bit more. “Wait, what?” Ian mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
He wasn’t quite sure what he had seen, but he was almost positive that Barley’s butt was a bit… bigger? But that was impossible, right? Well, he did just see fireworks come out of his brother’s mouth after drinking soup made from a staff so this was an anything go kind of day. But the more he looked the more he was positive there was more Barley booty than before. “Uhh, Barley? Did your shorts shrink in the wash?” Ian asked cautiously.
“No, uhh, why?” Barley answered as he screwed the lid on and turned to his brother.
“Whoa!” Ian gasped, stumbling backwards.
“What is it? Oh man have I grown an extra head or eye or some kind of cool magical mutation?” Barley asked excitedly as he looked about. “Have I grown a tail?” he added, trying to get a good look behind him.
“You got fatter!” Ian erupted.
“Huh?” Barley muttered, looking down. “Whoa!” he gasped, eying himself up. It was true, his belly was hanging just a bit further out than it should have, showing off a peek of his muffin top. The older elf gripped his sides curiously, giving his extra heft a bit of a bounce. There was a lot of it; actually, a bit more of it, as his middle squelched and pushed his shirt up just a little bit more. “Uhh, Ian, I don’t think I got fatter, I think I’m getting fatter” Barley yelped as he squeezed his ballooning middle.
Right before his brother’s very eyes was Barley, indeed, gaining weight. In the scant few seconds of his declaration Barley’s middle had seeped out an extra inch or two, his shirt riding up all around as his pillowy blue skin sagged over his shorts in the perfect muffin top shape. His insides gurgled ominously as a shudder went through the elf, the top of his shirt getting a little less roomy as his chest gently softened into suppler moobs. Barley groped at his chest, the softness definitely felt as his nipples pressed up against his shirt, being a little more than noticeable. Twisting his head around back, Barley could barely spot his blue buns in the oven, warming up and starting to protrude further out the back of his shorts, not that he needed to look when his waistband feeling tighter was more than enough indication. “What’s happening to you?” Ian gasped, finally finding his tongue.
“I think it’s the growth spell” Barley guessed as he tugged at the back of his shorts. “If all that magic water went into my body then it’s making me grow, and only me. So if I’m guessing right, I’m going to need more than XXL shorts pretty soon” he admitted as he struggled to get said-shorts back up his rump.
“Can we stop it? Is there a counter-spell I can use?” Ian urged.
“M-maybe, but it’d be in my room” Barley recalled.
“Then let’s go!” Ian yelled, rushing out the hallway door.
Nodding Barley followed, but it was getting kind of tough to move as the fabric around his thighs was getting a bit clingy, his legs feeling just a bit heavier and his shoes just that much tighter. Moving as deftly as he could, the elf’s body was jiggling all over the place as his gut blorped heavily, creeping outwards into a sizeable keg gut Barley had planned to get once he was in college. It gently slapped at his groin as his sides joined in, forming several creases in his love handles, providing ample support to his overblown tum. He had only just got out the door and already at least forty pounds had stacked on him! A fine vapour of blue sweat was soaking into his shirt, especially around his plush moobs and the pockets starting to form beneath them. “Ian wait up!” Barley called, picking up his pace as much as he could.
Barley’s rump jostled about, the overabundance of flab forcing his shorts a quarter down their swelling heft. A tight bond was forming between arse and fabric, as the waistband clung and dug into the overblown expanse that was Barley’s derriere. And if the shorts were to move, they’d move no further as every last bit was sealed in, 2XL no longer his pant size as his legs resembled tubes of sausage meat half-stuck in casing. And all the while his stomach rumbled and gurgled, his thick belly spilling out more and more to the point you’d ask Barley when he was due, especially with his bellybutton looking so deep and yet so ready to just about pop out from the pressure. If anything he looked like an obese man trying to relive his thinner days once he had caught up to Ian, who was looking more worried than ever as he couldn’t help but notice that Barley’s clothes were looking smaller in more ways than weight. “Are you getting taller too?! That’s… kind of unfair” Ian admitted bitterly.
Barley huffed loudly, his chest blowing up his middle like bellows, the fat stacking it on well and true as another inch of gut hung off his hips. “Ian, I don’t think the stairs and my room can handle two people. So wait down here and I’m going to try and find the counter spell” Barley declared, reaching for the handrail.
“But wouldn’t it be better if I went and looked instead?” Ian pointed out.
“I’ll be able to find it faster, and time is what we don’t have. If this keeps going the magic could be irreversible, or it could become too strong for you to counter. And I am NOT going to the gym” Barley said as he forced one foot onto the stairs.
It was getting so much harder to move when his shorts were so tight and his thighs and calves so fat, but Barley never turned down an adventure, no matter the difficulty level. The first step creaked as he forced his way onto the second, and already he could feel this challenge was going to a need Nat 20 to succeed. But despite how small his shoes felt, he was going to get up there. But with every step the weight was continuing to grow, and at a faster rate as his shirt was riding halfway up his exposed, sloshing gut. It wobbled and jiggled about, threatening to throw off his balance, but a hero is never beaten, even when their bright blue buns were plumping over his waistband. Worse yet, his girthy rump was exploiting his latest vulnerability as it squeezed out the hole left in the back of his shorts, tearing it wider and exposing more of his dirty white jocks than Ian ever wanted to see. And step by step this continued, the elf gaining weight enough to be considered a junior sumo wrestler as the creaking of the stairs turned to groans, and as he neared the top those groans were evolving into cracks. Blue sweat caked Barley’s forehead as he struggled to the top, his blubbery sides and fatty back squishing over his tortured waistband as he sagged over himself from exertion.
The whole house seemed to be creaking as Barley stomped his heavy body along, his gut so round and so heavy that it was obscuring most of his groin from view. Holes were splitting their way through the seams of his clothing; his much-too-small clothing. His vest, which once hung down to his hips, was now only barely even down past his sizeable moobs, and as Barley kept going he found himself forcefully having to hung down as the hallway was getting a little too short and narrow for his liking. “Man, the one time I get to grow and I’m about to break the house when I do” he thought to himself as he got to his door.
Reaching out he couldn’t even grasp the knob with his large, plump hand, forcing him to as gently as he could to use two fingers to gently finagle it open. And even then that almost became impossible as his hands were growing enough that it burst off his leather bracelet and wrist guard. It hurt to lose such artefacts, but it was going to be even worse if he couldn’t get inside. Of course, it seems he rolled a Critical Failure as the exact moment he was halfway through, a sudden surge of blubber came rolling in, the elf exploding in mass as his bulbous gut and sides got stuck on the doorway. “Not now come on!” Barley roared as he pushed with all his might.
His flab suckered at the door, air pockets and sweat locking him in place as the drywall began to crumble. Forcing his legs as hard as he could, the combination of friction and girth exploded his shoes, leaving his swollen feet in socks that were already tearing at the seams. But the added grip seemed to do it, and by some miracle he shlorped his way to the other side. Tumbling about like the world’s flabbiest beanbag, Barley groaned as he looked about for his advanced book of spells, the one he had planned to give to Ian for his birthday. Struggling to get up, scraps of fabric fell about him, his legs suddenly more free as what remained of his shorts had left a line from the doorway to him. His thigh gap was completely gone now, replaced instead by the earthquake zone of his gelatinous thighs. And as freeing as this was, Barley blushed modestly as his enormous blue ass, one big enough to outclass Colt Bronco’s generous rear, was stretching his old briefs like a canvas made of bad decisions and not enough detergent. Barley was getting rounder and rounder as his gut groaned, inching outwards or rather onwards, his shirt crumpling up near the generous peak and acting as little more than a sling for his hefty moobs. Huffing hard and ignoring his vest falling away from the damage it too has suffered, Barley tossed aside his belongings in search of the spell book, completely missing the cracks in the floor left by his tumble; cracks that were growing just as fast as Barley was as he stomped around the room. CRACK! “Oh no” Barley whimpered as the floor gave out.
Plaster and dust and timber went everywhere as Barley fell ass-first into the kitchen, his enormity crushing part of the kitchen bench and definitely taking out the table and chairs. Ian rushed into the room, staff at the ready. “BARLEY! You okay?” he called out through the murk.
His brother groaned, rising up from all the debris taller than ever, somehow hitting his head on the part of the kitchen ceiling he didn’t smash through. Kneeling down, his belly blorped between and over his tubby legs, the lowest part dusting the floor. “BWWWWAAAAAARRRRRPPPPP!!!”
It was like a hurricane, blasting all of the dust out of the way and allowing Ian the full sight of his monstrously obese brother desperately trying not to take up all the space, even as he was visibly growing lardier by the second. “Ian, get Blazey and RUN!” Barley ordered.
Without even saying a word Ian ran off, giving Barley some relief as he heard the front door open and slam very loudly. Man, what a mess. Sure it didn’t top unleashing a curse that demolished Ian’s school, but if mom saw this mess it’d probably be up there. Not much he could do now that his room was trashed, and the kitchen wasn’t looking any better either. At least Ian should be able to fix all of this, if there was even enough stuff to fix once he was done smooshing all of it. Inevitably the elf came crashing to the floor, his tremendous rump and gut bouncing his entire body about as his shirt gave way, the fall damage having done enough to leave him in but his incredibly elastic underwear. His enormous blue moobs rested comfortably enough on his landmass of a belly, his indigo nipples incredibly puffy and sunken into the rest of his mass. His stomach groaned and gurgled some more, his body tensing up from the extra mass rapidly piling it on. In no time his wave of a gut was out the kitchen into the living room, while his big blue butt pressed against the back wall and probably giving the neighbours quite a shock through the windows. His underwear was giving him one heck of a wedgie despite covering as much of his rear as he could, but that was just the price you pay when you mess with magic. Barley could only close his eyes in acceptance as his head pressed against the roof, the structure giving way as he went back up into his room.
By now he was starting to fill up everywhere, his body becoming one with the mushroom house as squares of blue blubber squeezed their way through every window. One leg, he could feel, had made it into the garage where it rubbed against his beloved Guinevere II. A shoulder was definitely in his mom’s room, as he could feel her exercise bike and definitely the cold metal of Bronco’s horseshoes. It was getting oh so cramped inside that house, and Ian on the outside could easily tell. The entire structure was shuddering, cracks forming everywhere as Barley’s fat was pushing out of every gap it could, and if it couldn’t find one it made one. The front door was bulging outwards, barely keeping his brother back before it split in two, allowing more of Barley to blorp out, crowned with a navel so deep and so vast Blazey could use it as a den. In fact if Ian didn’t hold the dragon back he very were would have, though he did wince when he saw his brother’s moob poke through the window that happened to be from his room. Barley’s nipple was practically winking it was so big, and it was tearing the window frame apart, as was the other moob peeking out the matching window. By now other neighbours were stopping and staring at the Lightfoot household; some even had their phones out recording all of this as Guinevere II busted through the garage door, followed closely by Barley’s leg and his tiny-if-blobby foot.
Ian swallowed hard as the cracks were deepening, with more pieces coming off until the entire thing collapsed, a surge of blue exploding outwards. Everyone except Ian ran for cover, the poor young elf’s face grim as the dust cleared. Barley, oh Barley. He was absolutely enormous, definitely bigger than their two story house, and probably bigger than a three story house. He was certainly wider than it, as his stomach was like an ocean, filling up the space between the twin ranges of his conical, adipose-rich legs ending in feet stuck in a tight wedge of flab. No way would they ever hold him up, especially with his ginormous rump weighing him down on the other side. His ass cheeks were nearly two stories tall and round enough to crush an adventurer looting a golden idol. A tight wedgie was running up the crack with barely any of his briefs visible, save for maybe around a fold generous enough not to obscure it totally. It was going to be hard to explain to the neighbours next door as to why their fence was totally crushed under Barley’s bulbous behind, or their flowers either. The elf was an absolute blob, a completely immobile wad of elf and pure enthusiasm with moobs bigger than king-sized mattresses, and probably with ten times the comfort. And despite all this girth, Barley seemed relatively at peace with his enormous cheeks and multiple chins neatly tucked into the thick collar of lard that was his neck. “Alright people, believe it not there’s nothing to see here. Just a magical mishap we’re going to fix” Ian announced, only adding “once I figure out how” to himself.
Everyone was of course dispersing, though, it was helped by the enormous rumbling coming from Barley’s stomach. Even Ian fled to hide behind a streetlight as Barley’s mouth open, and he belched out an enormous spray of firework magic that lit up the sky, even though it was day. “Well, that wasn’t so ba-”
Ian had to say it, as there was another rumble, and an even bigger burst of fireworks and blue gas exploded out Barley’s crack, setting fire to several hedges. Ian sighed amongst the screaming and crying for the firefighters. “Mom is never going to let us hear the end of this” Ian sighed despondently.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Elf
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