A Pudgy Planetary Pitstop

When a motley crew of heros from the vastness of space land on a new planet that seems to be made of edible earth, they might a bite off more (or in their case, much MUCH more) than they can chew.

CW Weight Gain, Unintentional growth, Feederism, belching

In the inky void of space, we come across our crew in a shabby state. Jax lazily bats the navigation, eager for a change on the screen, his tail flicking from side to side in annoyance and disappointment. BB sighs heavily "Do you have eyes on the planet?" "Negative captain," the feline replies, his paw yet again tapping against the screen. Their third crew member is in the vents, moving from place to place to keep an eye that all of their tanks are filled and the wires are in the right place. He takes a wrench and tightens a nut and bolt or two but reluctantly joins the others. "Everything seems to be in tip top shape, Cap. If you don't mind me asking, how much longer til we reach our destination?" Captain BB does not respond, gazing into the emptiness, wishing on the comet that passes by the ship that the answer will be soon.

As if by coincidence, a blip goes off the ships scanners. The idle eyes of Jax flip towards the screen in excitement. "50,000 kilometers and counting, captian. We're almost there!" And lo, the planet begins to grow in their vision, as their auto thrusters engage, readying them for a landing. By 40,000 all the crew are out of their seats and by 30 they're working on their suits. At 20 they finish putting them on and by 10 they gather their materials. The ships computer enters auto pilot and gradually slows the ship to the ground which lands with a thud.

The door hatch opens with a hiss and the crew steps out onto their strange new world. Captain BB takes a fearless foot forward leaving a boot print in the alien soil. "Well boys," he says, a grin in his voice "we made it to Ad1-pr0-53!" The crew gives a slight cheer at the accomplishment of their task and split up to begin setting up their trackers and mobiles. Jax gathers some soil samples while Douglas readies the probes and BB goes inside the ship to ready some food (because after such a long flight, he was huuuuungry). Time flies quickly and the crew manages to make it back inside. Chewing on some space cream, the crew watch as the computer begins to analyze the samples. With bated breath all are silent as it speaks.

"The soil contains 89% carbon, 7% oxygen, 3% hydrogen, and 1% nitrogen. This soil is: suitable for consumption." Jax frowns, puzzled for a second. "I set it to detecting if we could put seeds here, not if it was EDIBLE." Jax continues to hit buttons, going through the readings. "Apparently it tastes like...gingerbread?" The crew all look at each other, having had spend decades in cryostasis without something even close to solid or sweet and each take a slight piece from it and bite down. A flavorful waterfall cascades down their tounges as wave after wave of delicate sweetness bombards their brains and bodies with pure ecstasy. In that moment, the crew knew that they had landed on something really special and needed a form of testing a computer could not comprehend: taste testing.

Ignoring the warning signs from their computer, the crew burst out of the ship hungrily grabbing at the ground. Jax filled paw after paw in his maw, greedily gorging on gingerbread ground and gravel. Douglas sped quickly to a pond of butterscotch and drinking like it were air. The captain wasted no time heading for the peppermint poppies and porkishly pilfering every peice in his mouth.

Unbeknownst to our soon-to-be hefty heros, the computer was unable to tell them that the caloric value of the planet was 10 times as strong as that on earth. So what mightve been a simple binge would become something more. Jaxs slender sides began to slowly swell, turning from skinny to average to chunky. The butterscotch lake ballooned Douglas, his belly bloating and building bigger and bigger. And BB would live up to his title, his pecs from perky would sag as pudge is added to his frame. The cat began to notice the pudge when his crouch became harder to maintain with a belly in the way. At this point, however, he ignored his instincts and continued to ravage the earth, his belly brushing the ground as pound after pound piled on. Bigger and bigger he grew from 150 to 200 and 230 and 240. The butterscotch was not much better as blubber became bigger and bouncier as Douglas' endless gluttony took over filling his mouth with delicious sweetness, struggling to reach with a new chin that graced his face. The captain landed with a thud next to the tree, now nearly twice his size and, while grimacing, stabbing a spigot to the tree and sucking the sticky sap from its spout, his ass growing and growing with every gulp.

The porkish protagonists became unrecognizable, a hole filled with fur as Jax's suit failed to contain the fattening feline, the shoreline thinner and thinner as Douglas grew thicker and thicker, and the trees tuckered out as the captains calories soared by thousands on thousands.

Soon our hapless heros began to grow full, in a haze from their gratuitous gluttony, bellies nigh bursting, bellowing belches on belches in a cacophonous calorific chorus. Jax struggled to his side, rubbing his round stomach, barely cognizant of his binge. Douglas too needed a breather (and a belch) as butterscotch brewed in his belly slowly but surely turning to fat. And our captain nearly blew up, his stomach taut as a balloon, unable to breathe without popping.

Slowly but surely our heros would find rest on this planet and wake up hours later, hundreds of pounds heavier and ever hungrier for another stuffing session that'd rival a black hole.

Proof is in the Pudding

Content Warning: Hypnosis, long term weight gain, fit to fat, slob

Chris was your example of your basic gym rat. Wake up at 5am, start your grind and get your protein shake on. Then, it's the gym for 3 hours and then it's out for a jog. By end of day, he was burning thousands upon thousands of calories carelessly like the gaunt slip of paper of a man he was. One night, however, he gets an advertisement for Adiprose Adipudding, a new product from Adiprose Enterprising that was said to contain "4 times the calories as the leading brand and twice the protein. No need to worry, so whats youre hurry? Try our Insta-Pudding, Today!" Unfortunately for our skeletal sucker the word "protein" was all he needed.

4 days pass and a big box arrives at his doorstep with the logo of a friendly bespeckled werewolf giving a sly wink and grin. Excited for his delivery, he's a bit confused by the portions in small, individually wrapped packages of powder and a flash drive that says "WATCH ME" on it. Supposing its an instructional video, he pops it into his computer and presses play. The video begins with a superimposition of the company mascot and a recipe on how to create the Insta-Pudding mixture followed by a step by step tutorial. Regardless of how redundant a tutorial is for a 4 step process, Chris can't help but be drawn in the by the beautiful baritone tones of the narrator, mesmerized by mindless mixing and making and building and baking and, by its end, he seems to snap out of a trance. He looks back at the box and sees nothing but empty wrappers and...wait...what is this? He feels a grumble in his stomach and touches it to feel his flesh. Did he eat ALL of the puddings? That couldn't be. He rushes to the bathroom to discover his face covered with the chocolate and frosting. How is this even possible? Then the voice in the advertisement seems to waft in his ears. "No need to worry." And he finds himself relaxing and hungry. Perhaps another order will calm his suspicions

A few weeks go by with thus and changes begin to appear on our pitiful protagonist. His pecs begin plumping as a big billowy belly replaces the abs that were there before. His biceps melt and hang with gravity as flabby flesh hang from both sides of his arms. His legs, once lithe and lanky, thicken and turn tubby the thighs like tree trunks. His face isn't spared either as a small double chin rests under his lonely single. His cheeks puffen out and his face fills with fat. Every part of him grows and, though he won't admit it, he's starting to enjoy it?

Ever the dutiful rat, he decides to head to the gym again. Maybe that'll clear the headfog he's been experiencing. As he walks that way though, the adiprose jingle chimes along the street as a delivery van lazily drives along. A red flag in his head is ignored as begins to turn to the fast food parlor right beside the gym and go in instead. Then, after ordering food for people twice his size til hes scarfed it all down in a piggish panicked display as though hed never tasted food in his life.

This activity repeats itself every week for another two months, his belly ballooning bigger and bigger, sagging lower and lower His A cups turn to B and nearly crest C as his bloated breasts become heavy with fat and flab. His steps, when he can make them, are thunderous as his thighs, wide as oaks and nearly as heavy carrying a porkish portly poundage. His body is rarely covered in clothes but it is certainly covered in crumbs and frosting and sauces and food, his smelly form like a buffet of the food he's eaten. He wheezes, his poor lungs having difficulty managing a land whale 3 times his original size. Once a small gym rat of a meager 180 pounds, he flattens his former form with a fantastic five hundred and twelve, practically an inflated ironic icon of his greatest fears made manifest.

This is, of course, not the only case. For you see, the distribution of Instapuddings came with a special hallucinogen that would encourage the consumer to be consumed by calories and cakes and confectionary craze so powerful it made twinks into bears in no time at all. After all, what's the harm in a little self indulgence every now and again, and again, and again.

My Grommr aka The Source

Completely forgot to tag my grommr lol. Here's a link to it just in case you're hungry (haha) for more gainer content!

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The Living Exhibit

A nightguard working part time at the Adiprose Museum of History and Science gets a little more than he bargained for when the exhibitor becomes the exhibit

Cw: Male weight gain, immobility, force feeding, unwilling weight gain

Jason headed into his new job, whistling a short tune. It's about 9pm and most to everyone in the facility is gone. He took this as a part time job but he enjoys the new exhibits that come and go. Art pieces and statues, old bones and experiments, histories and mysteries unfolded for the public to see. This museum recently got an addition from a new anonymous benefactor and it would be presented to the public tomorrow.

He slides in his keys and lets out a sigh. He walks to his desk, coffee in hand and proceeds to login. Checking the cameras, he clocks in and proceeds his evening shift. He flips through the different wings: dinosaurs, paleolithic, ancient civilizations like Greece and Rome, and more modern ones of America and Britain. He finally gets to the last camera which was installed today over the new exhibit. It's a gigantic rectangular cube covered in a sheer sheet that the shitty camera can barely display. It appears to be at least 20 feet tall. Curious and with nothing better to do, he heads to the exhibit.

It isn't far, just in the left wing, and he makes it to the chamber. Seeing it in person it dwarfs him. He takes out a little remote from his pocket and clicks it twice, knowing that the camera will be down for its scheduled maintenance so he could get a look at this device. Pulling at the sheet, it comes undone and is revealed in full form.

It is a strange device, with nozzles and buttons galore. Different tubes are filled with multicolored liquids that seem to bubble and churn within a myriad of vats. This all culminates to a singular hose that extends out of the front of the device and a keypad. Emblazoned on the side it says "The Tru-Feed Machine: Prototype 1." Supposedly, according to research, Ipidlay Industries was developing a new machine that was to revolutionize the way they handled world hunger. Why worry about getting the exact ingredients when you could simulate the taste with the appropriate amount of calories. Unfortunately for Jason, what he didn't know was this specific machine was only a prototype which had some...setbacks.

Knowing about its ability to produce any kind of food one could want, he decides to test out the machine a bit and ask it for a mocha latte with marshmallows. He then plinks that into the keyboard and hits the enter key. The machine whirrs to life, beeping and booping, its nozzles and containers mixing and churning and screeching, slowly but surely producing a slurry into the central nozzle. Little by little, it spins and swirls, til a small cup is produced and the nozzle dispenses the concoction in a small sampler for him. Jason takes a sip and, while it certainly was not the exact consistency that he was used to, this was the best mocha he'd ever had. In fact, the one he'd had only a minute before paled in comparison to the one he'd gotten. Hell, he'd never have to bring food here ever again! Of course, it was set to sampler mode so he'd need to adjust it a tiny bit but that could be remedied.

Jason went to the back of the machine and found the sampler module and ripped it out. With a spark, the machine died, but only for a moment. As it came back on, Jason cracked his fingers and prepared an order list. Then, grabbing his bag, he dumped out the food he'd had and input the device the exact same food he'd had. This would be a cinche.

Except that was not what happened. Instead of the nozzle producing a cup, the machine began to whirr and whistle and churn and chortle til it began to shoot a gloopish stream all over the floor. Panicked at the discovery of such a mess, Jason did the only think that he could think to do and placed his mouth on the nozzle.

It was cold and metallic but not altogether unpleasant as streams of marinara and meat sauce and pasta went down his throat. Feeling himself full, he prepared to detach his face from the device before two twin clamps distended from the sides of the machine and clamped onto his hands. Attempting to scream, he tried to yank off the device to no avail watching the screen in front of him, assuming its nutritional mode, attempt to feed like it would an entire African village. Of course, this wasn't the only thing notable of the experience.

His shirt was feeling tightened, the buttons visibly straining against the belly that was blimping beneath it. It wasn't but a second later before he heard a clatter of plastic on the floor, followed by three and four. He was fit prior, with a beautifully sculpted Italian abs akin to the statues they'd taken from Rome. But now, those same abs became hairy flesh that sluggishly popped buttons as dozens upon dozens of calories were pumped inside.

He began to tear up ever so slightly. How the hell was he gonna get a guy now? But those thoughts were pushed away as he felt his belt begin to undo itself, willed by the bloating behemoth of a beach ball belly that was budging against it. With a massive crash, it fell apart clattering to the floor, followed by his pants soon after. Without shirt or pants in the way, he swelled further and further, the perky pecs replaced with plumply pillows. He was red in the face, both from embarrassment, and also from the feeling in his stretching underwear which was being made ever tighter by a feeling in them. Was he...starting to enjoy this?

It didn't take long before the underpants went too. It was around midnight when this occurred and he felt his belly descend and begin to send his center of balance off. He stumbled a bit before collapsing on his ballooning buttocks, fully giving into the great gains. At nearly 4 times the size he began, he used his arms to caress the furry flesh his form was becoming. Soon enough, he could feel himself pass nearly a thousand pounds. It didn't matter though, because in that moment he could feel years of sexual repression go, a blast of white in the underside of his monumental mound. Aroused and truly engulfed in fat, he gave in and found himself drift gently asleep.

The following day came and rather than be shocked or appalled, the museum staff saw an opportunity and made Jason the living lard: a statue made in the gluttony of mankind's greed. You can visit him now and for a bit of extra fun, plug in a couple more meals into his feeding computer. I'm certain he won't mind

A Calorific Crush

Howdy y'all! Todays commission comes from a grommr user. CW Male weight gain, sexual themes, long-term weight gain, unintended weight gain

James was nothing if not a hopeless romantic at heart. Sure, being a young man in his early 20s meant that his dream of finding his prince would be a fantasy saved for the little stories that he writes. He sips his coffee in his favorite little cafe bakery, deep in the middle of a really good session when his cup falls to the floor. He clumsily reaches a hand when he finds another reaching for it as well accompanied by a sulty baritone "need some help with that?"

He swivles his eyes upwards to what can only be described as the most handsome man he's seen that wasn't on a screen or on a page. Tall, dark, and handsome, the man stands at an even 6'2 with a long, wavy hair that cascades like a waterfall down his slender, chisled features. A garden of hair graces his chin with a beard unshaven but gorgeous, trailing down his neck to his chest, obscured only slightly by a deep v-neck. His eyes traverse down, down, ever downward before the voice pipes up again. "Sorry to bother ya but I can get that for you if you need me to." James' tongue catches his mouth as he stammers out a "s-sure." Elegant as a bird, the man deftly grabs the cup and sets it on the table, its contents a mess on the floor. "Let me get you a towl real quick" intones the hunk, before turning point to get some napkins

James' mind acts as best as it can and he moves to get and say something but finds himself not making much progress due to slipping on the puddle. Before his head crashes into the wall behind him, he finds his hands in a callused firm grip that keeps him standing. The stranger has returned with napkins in hand and a grin on his face. "I suppose this mess isn't the only thing I have to pick up" he notes with a grin. Beet red, James takes one of the napkins and stoops to get the spill. The stranger mirrors him, both parties making short work of what really should've been a one person job. Meeting his eyes once again as he ascends, the stranger extends a hand (the one without the napkins, thankfully) to him. "The name's Chris. Sorry to meet ya like this." "James." he replies, sheepishly hiding a blush that were his face not white as snow could not be more evident. Its at this moment that Chris' eyes wander to his screen.

Panicked, James releases Chris' hand and shifts to another screen. This, however, does not stop the other man from catching a glimpse at his screen. "The Swelling Sailor? What's that about?" James is silent. Or rather, words cannot seem to escape his lips at all. When they do, however, he simply replies with a single word "fanfiction." The rugged man in front of him smiles, a permenant fixture it would seem. "Sounds interesting. I'm not much of a writer myself but id be happy to take a look."

James moves a hand to his screen but stops. Its not like he's a character in one of his fanfictions so that question brings some pause for a moment. Only a moment, however, as his hand continues its motion and switches tabs. The novelette he was working on was a short fiction about this navy cadet that would eat and eat until his buttons popped, clattering to the ground like gunfire over the horizon. He was about halfway done with the beginning so he hadn't gotten to the weight gain portion of it but he could, of course, lie.

"Its about this crew of people who fight some massive sea creature. Its super high fantasy, though so I don't think you'd enj-" "Fantasy?" interrupts chris whom, now with the coffee catastrophe averted, has a shirt on for a DnD podcast James is a big fan of. Of course he is. James backpedals "Well not that you COULDN'T be interested in fantasy. Sorry I hadn't clocked the shirt." Chris gives him an incredulous look as he checks his chest and back to the writer. He stifles a chuckle. "You know what DnD is, I take it?" James could get used that smile. Pushing that thought away, he shoots him a quick nod. "Fuckin finally." Chris says, just a bit too loudly "I've been looking for some new players for this campaign I've been running."

As Chris begins to infodump a bit about the campaign, James' mind starts to wander about the future with this gentlemen as he is oft to do. Imagining the pair at a movie theater, at a restaurant, in the bedroom. He is so lost in this last thought that he absentmindedly replies a yes and is surprised with a sticky note. "Just put your info contact info right here." A pen is in his hands and before he can think of what to do with it his hand writes out his phone number.

Chris takes the sticky note and heads to the counter after his name is called. "You don't have to worry about snacks by the way I've got it at least for the first session." He grabs the latte that'd been called, by James' estimate, about 5 minutes ago, and strides out the door. A moment later, James' phone vibrates with a text from an unknown number that has a meme with a gif of a cat crying that says "when you roll a nat one on the death save." He watches a message pop up that says "I really hope this is the right number." James types out a quick reply "Yeah it's James." and saves Chris' phone number. James' quickly pays for his drink, apologies for the spill, and offers a tip. Then, he packs his stuff up and heads out the door and heads towards his apartment.

He ambles home, the mid-afternoon sun catching his hair. His mind all aflutter, he scrolls through his tumblr, liking a few photos here and there and is agape when he sees a blog he's been subscribed to for awhile. Typically, its mostly just a collection of photos that the user collects of different men in the gaining community but he'd actually posted a photo of his face about a week ago. It's Chris' face. James moves a bit faster, his heart catching in his throat.

He makes it to the door and fiddles with the keys. Opening the door he collapses on his bed. Knowing what Chris really likes, he knows that he's gotta surprise him. But how? He knows the things that this rugged man enjoys: bellies, belching, and bloating. So with that in mind, James spends the night doing his research and making his plans. According to their conversations, the session should be in about a month. If James is gonna snatch the heart of his fantasies, he'd need to make some headway and fast.

(END OF PART 1)

I'm sorry to cut it off here but I got really excited about this story and decided that I needed a bit more time to work on it. I will add more to this later I just need a bit of a break

Commission One: Submit To Me

CW: Male sexual themes, mpreg, weight gain, dom/sub

You're not the first man to enter my bedchambers who thought he was prideful. A muscle rat if you will, a slave to the wheel of the eternal grind. Chisled form with muscles abound, you are the peak of performance and in bed are much the same. Unfortunately for you, you will carry this night something you didn't expect. It'll be slow, in fact so slow you wouldn't even notice the changes. The life that begins inside you develops ever so slightly. Those days at the gym are slowly but surely replaced with this compulsion to eat just the strangest things. Pizza and cakes, burgers and fries, if it's not nailed down it must be consumed. You make excuses to your friends when they notice the slight bump on your belly. A minor mistep or a dirty bulk you call it, but I know better. Months pass and the pangs dont go away. The abdomen you ardored over is absolved of definition and tone as the lack of training flattens your tone then introduces new curve as you grow just ever do slightly, the life inside pulsing and plumping your pudge. In fact, one could even day you had a pot belly. This didn't occur to you until about 4 months in when you popped your first button. This dress shirt you wore to our date didn't fit anymore. This followed by a second as a wave of pain rocked your abdomen. Dizzy, you stumble on your blimping buttocks, their size nigh twice what they were when we first met. It isn't until month 6 when you panic. The potbelly you posses is pounded internally by a parasite of origins you fail to guess is a child. As you wrack your brain, you know your only option is medical support. You sit in my office, unaware of whom you're seeking support. You check in, are given your vitals. I see your chart and grin. Nearly 50 pounds plus the baby made, a snobbish self centered sycophant of muscle turned into a slovenly father of one. You horror of my dominance over your pathetic vanities are made clear when I see my masterpiece. Fat and pudgy in all the right places, a belly distended by fat and flesh which beneath houses a baby growing and feeding itself growing large with your diet. You'd be the laughing stock to return to your gym and you know it. More importantly, it was I who did this to you. Knowing this, you will do what you did before and be a slave to the inevitably of growing into a pregnant pathetic pig.

Rough Draft: A Wizard's Weighty Wish

To begin with, I'd like to say greetings. This isn't a first tumblr account but certainly is my first post. That being said, this is primarily for my commissions I make over at grommr. So if you are interested in more content, I will leave a link in my bio.

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A Wizard's Weighty Wish

Sir Archibald strode through the thicket with his fellow adventurer, a wizard by the name of Percival. Archie and he were heros, through and through. Though, to be honest, work in the adventurers guild was beginning to be a little slow. Simply put, monsters in the area were growing stronger and without some intermediaries, the two were getting their butts handed to them battle after battle. No matter how hard they tried, it just seemed like they couldn't cut it.

"I just don't get it," said Archie. "You would think that after a few hours of searching we'd find a village, a hamlet or, something." Percy had kept to himself at the time, simply lost in the beauty of the forest around. The swaying of the trees in the breeze reminded of him when he was home, enjoying a nice cup of tea. Ever so relaxed to enjoy just a moment of pe-

"HELLO?!?" Interrupted Archie, pulling Percy out of his day dream. "My apologies, my good man. I was simply in my thoughts. What do you need." "Clearly you can see," Archie said, pointing to his sword, dull and jagged "we've seen much battle as of recent." Percy listened keenly, aware that Archie was simply not a knight to be interrupted when in "speech mode." "Despite this, there is nary a hint of gold or a single bit of treasure that stays between my pouch. It's simply cruel." pontificated the knight. "What do you want me to do about it? I am nothing more than a simple mage." Replied Percy. "I don't know, I don't read that fancy riff raff. I'm much too busy with my training. I have to keep strong but it seems that's never enough. Don't you know any kind of spells that can...I don't know...do SOMETHING about that?"

The question left the wizard at pause as he was want to do. He had been a master at conjuration and alteration when back in wizard school. Yet, without a library to peruse, he'd have to craft his own knowhow to potentially support this hapless hero. After all, his own stomach growled due to their failings in fights.

"Alas I am not of much use without a good book, you see. I'd need to study some form of alteration spell that'd give you more strength." sheepishly quoted the wizard. The knight made a noise like the beginning of a scoff when his ears perked up. They were not alone.

Suddenly, out of the bushes, a massive slime appeared. Gooey and engorged, the beast lunged at our heros. Quick as lightning, the knight swung his blade, gouging the gargantuan grotesque giant in its oozing form. Lightning too did the wizard call from above zapping the creature splattering its mass all around the ground. The monster swung back, a dripping tentacle whipping around the knight, pulling the spellcaster into what can only be assumed to be its maw.

"PERCY!" screamed the knight before the wizard was drawn within. The sounds of battle muffled around him and he could feel himself slowly digested. Yet, there appeared to be something at the center of this mass. Using all of his might, he reached for the book in front of him and slammed it closed.

Like a pop-up book closed in on itself, the creature retreated into the pages of the book and the wizard was free! "Percy! I thought I'd lost you," cried the knight, unbecomingly beset with emotions. "I'm fine, I'm fine" said the wizard, chuckling a bit to himself at the anticlimacticness of the fight. He then turned his gaze to the book.

The cover was of a paladin, bespecled with armor and rippling muscles. Every part of him seemed to ache with power. The title, embossed in a script he'd luckily knew was in giant, said boldly "Gary's Growth Guide: A Book for the Puny Peasant in Need." Wow! thought the wizard. With a book like this, I could easily make him stronger. Hell, I could make myself stronger. I might not even need Archie. These thoughts were unheard to the knight, recovered from the shock of losing and regaining his companion, now anxiously tapping a metal foot to the ground. "Well, what is it?" said the knight, impatiently.

"I think it's the answer to our prayers." replied the wizard, eagerly opening the book to devour its contents. Different cantrips spells and rituals were detailed on the tome, each more complicated and more powerful than the last. His amazement peaked even further when he read one spell in particular: Engorge. Reading it quite quickly, it dictated that a user concentrating this spell on a target can increase the size and stature of a creature. Jackpot!

The wizard tucked the book in his bag. "I wanna try this spell out on you, but it only appears to last for an hour. I could cast it now or when we fight our next foe." The knight raised a quizical eyebrow. "What spell is it?" "It's called 'engorge' I think? I'm not exactly sure of the details but I think it will make you stronger overtime. It also states the effects might be permeant so..." the wizard explained, his voice trailing off as he imagined himself like that paladin: toned, ripped, hell he'd never need a party member again. But he had to test it first. Juuuuuuust in case.

"Well hit me with it then." said Archie, headstrong as ever. The wizard grinned a tiny bit, glad that their fortunes appeared to be turning. He turned his eyes from his friend and began to chant the spell. The words seemed to leave his mouth and hang in the air, a fiendishly red light snaking from the book to the ground. It slither and slid its way ever closer to the knight who took a cautionary step back. Suddenly, the light surrounded the knight and as the cacopanous noises and lights reached its climax, the chant was over and the two stood face to face.

Nothing seemed to have changed. The spell did say, however, that it would take an hour to reach completion so perhaps there wasn't much in that form.

Of course, this would mean that Archie would be doing most of the fighting. This was actually pretty good, considering that this gave Percy the ability to observe this craftsmanship at work.

A roar echoed over the horizon. It seems it must be their lucky day. A large direbear emerged out of the thicket, seemingly drawn into the light and sound that had permeated the plot they just stood in. It's go time! The knight swung his trust broadsword vicariously at the beast and they began to clash. Blow after blow rained upon the bear and despite the spell not seeming to do much, the knight seemed to gain the upper hand quite quickly. The surprise of it all might've been the key but that wasn't the only thing that was surprising.

He might've been imagining it, but Percy could see that red magic pulsing slowly around the torso of the knight. As it did, he could see it was growing. Yet, unlike the photo presented, the effect was...interesting. The flat and toned middle of the man began to slowly buldge, unnoticably to the hero, but steadily it grew from what could be seen as a rough bloat to a ball belly proudly owned by a drunkard.

The chainmail strained a tad at this, being held for once tightly than it normally had contained when his pecs began to melt seemingly, with breast tissue growing slightly in the area where they were. His hips swelled bloating wider and wider. The stance of the knight was shifted too as his thighs thickened and his butt began to balloon. No part of the man was spared from this growth but he seemed relentless in his conquest.

Strangely, he seemed to fight more savagely. Despite his girth going from toned to tubby, his strength seemed to ever grow as did his waistline. The knight was fighting harder and harder reminiscent of the wizard's shaft which seemed to be oddly enamoured by this display. The belly of the bloating battlemaster buldged forward slowly straining the armor he possesed. The wizard could see a second chin forming on the knight as his armor began to creak and groan.

The knight lifted his sword high into the air bringing it down on the beast with a BANG! This bang, however, was not from the corpse of their foe. Rather, the chestplate the fattening fighter shattered, torn to the ground exposing the massive muffin top ebbing further and further from the armor.

The knight realized suddenly what was happening and shouted to the wizard. "What the...WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENIN-" he was interrupted by the blast of his gauntlets, clattering to the floor in a heap as his arms once covered in muscle and siney now covered in fat and flesh. His leggings followed soon after, leaving the knight nearly nude as his buttocks shown in full view of a aroused mage. The body of the knight was simply beautiful to behold.

Like the slime they'd fought earlier, not a single scrap of muscle remained on the poor pudgy pig. Every inch of his body was piled with poundage. He truly was obese. His belly now had a fold in the middle and his moobs were like soccer balls. The arms had no definition other than pitiful, the weight sagging off. His ass, though, ballooned most, nearly doubling in size and girth. His legs, prior like branches, looked like stumps, buried deep within one another. As Archie turned, he could see the awe and...was that horniness he could see? He'd wanted the attention of the many but this...was this really what he had in mind?

The spell began to fade from view as the swelling slowly stopped, the knight nearly 150 pounds heavier than before. The wizard composed himself a tad and began to mend the armor. Silently, the wizard worked with the hefty hero wordless for what seemed like the first time.

Neither spoke a word for a time as the wizard worked carefully. Indeed, the knight had grown stronger. Quite stronger, in fact. He could feel his body radiating with a power stronger than he's ever felt before. Of course, however, it didn't happen without consequence. Lifting a bit of his gut, he could feel it flabby and smooth. This was no ordinary growth. This WAS his skin and size. The question then became, was he gonna be just a toned tiny adventurer or was he gonna give in. Though neither would say it, they both had an idea of what that answer would be.