Chapter 1: Opening Image
Throuh great effort, strength, and Samar, Usil, Magoza, and the ever treasure hungry Zavian has infiltrated the secret temple of Gro Fot. And Zavian has found a whopper of a find.
The muscular elf Zavian approached a heavy book and grinned. “Ahahahahaahahahhahaha! This is the ancient grimoire of Emperor Gro Fot. He had the power to make all his enemies fat and, which means that he must have gained some type of great power in return. Now this power is mine! MINE! I mean ours. After all you guys are my friends.” He said this with a wink and a flash of his blue eyes, earning a roll of the eyes from his lover and a groan from his companions.
Samar, who had been perched on a nearby pillar, shot him a playful glare, his purple skin shimmering under the dim light of the ancient temple. His long, braided black hair swayed as he jumped down, his yellow eyes alight with amusement. “Don't get too ahead of yourself, sweetheart. We've yet to decipher what's inside.”
Zavian scoffed, flipping through the pages. “What's to decipher?
Just a few thousand pages of ancient script, no biggie,” Zavian retorted, his blue skin shifting slightly as his muscles tensed. He was always eager to show off his brute strength, even if it was just to taunt Samar.
Zavian's grin widened as he opened the book.
“Zavian, wait!” Usil said, “Don't touch the book. I need to study the language and it's history for records.”
“Don’t worry Usil.” Zavian shrugged, “I'm just reading, there's no harm in that is there? Hmmmmm. Yes. I recognize this language very well. Ok, if I'm correct, this line says:"For thou to obtain a belly of a king thou must have thine appetite of a behemoth and thou shall lure thine food beast to ofye belly". And here it says: Fetos la stinkaoodos belly dio!” Zavian's thick eyebrows furrowed as he squinted at the page. “Samar, what do you make of that?” Zavian asked, his blue eyes scanning the page.
Samar's yellow eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his purple skin casting a soft glow on the ancient text. “It's a riddle, Zavian. And it doesn't make much sense. Though, I'm more concerned about how you're suddenly fluent in Gro Fot's ancient language.”
Zavian shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What can I say? I've always been a quick learner.”
Suddenly Zavian’s gut let out a very loud growl.
“Ok, either Usil's cooking has finally caught up to me or this book is making me hungry.” He chuckled, rubbing his stomach.
Usil rolled their eyes, “It's definitely not my cooking.”
magoza raised an eyebrow, “I think it’s the book. It seems to be reacting to Zavian’s actions.”
A roar made the group turn towards the door. Suddenly a large food beast appeared, rushing towards Zavian. The beast was made of what looked like pizza, and was easily the size of a van. The beast appeared to transform into a more melted cheese as it suddenly forced into Zavian’s mouth.
Zavian grimaced, trying to swallow the beast. Just as soon as the beast appeared was it gone. Zavian collapsed onto his ass, his once chiseled abs replaced with a massive gut that now homed the van sized beast.
Zavian’s gut was swollen to a comical and ridiculous point, effectively immobilizing the elf.
“*BURP!*” Zavian belched, “Ooohhhh man! My belly got stuffed with some weird food beast. Strange. It seemed to be smitten with me before I ate it.”
That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd say," Zavian groaned, rubbing his enormous belly as he struggled to sit up.
Samar's yellow eyes twinkled pink with lust as he rubbed ‘s tight, swollen gut. “Poor thing, practically stuffed to bursting.” Samar murmured, his hands still circling Zavian’s round belly. He leaned in, his yellow eyes locking with Zavian’s blue ones. “But tell me, dear, do you feel any different?”
Zavian shrugged, his massive gut wobbling slightly. “I feel… full, obviously. But nothing else seems to have changed.”
Usil, who had been examining the book, looked up. “Hang on Zavian. I'll fix you up. Lets see. Here we go."Thou shall have thine own appetite of a giant and thou shall have a grand feast rush to thou's feet like a swarm" Weird, but here is the spell. Grondos Fetos dio Grondos Sinka Foodoria! Wonder what this spell does anyway.” Usil muttered, trying to decipher the next line of the spell as they cast it on Zavian.
“W-Wait.. that spell… it’s only going to make…” Zavian began to speak before his distended gut let out a massive growl. Just then the air got sucked out of the room as a swarm of pizza beast just like the one before began to rush through the door.
Whizzing past them in a blur of melted cheese and topping, heading straight for Zavian's already massive belly.
"Oh no, not again!" Zavian groaned, trying to scramble away but finding his newfound size and weight made it difficult to move.
And just like that the beast made their way into poor Zavian’s mouth. The elf stood no chance, his already monstrous size gut rapidly swelling as the beasts forced their way into him. The room was filled with a barrage of squelches, gurgles, and unintelligible grumbles from Zavian's distended gut.
The elf's once-trim form was now a parody of its former self, his skin stretching taut over his enormous belly, which seemed to be absorbing every pizza beast that entered his mouth.
Samar, however, wore a mischievous grin, his yellow eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, circling Zavian like a predator. "Looks like you've finally met your match, my love. A belly full of pizza beasts. Quite the achievement!"
Zavian, once he managed to swallow the last of the beasts, let out a monumental burp that shook the temple.
“BUUURPPP!!”
“Please! Stop reading spells!” Zavian begged, attempting to rub his immense gut. “Each time a someone reads a spell I end up getting fatter and bigger. BUURRRPP! Oooooh. I'm so stuffed I feel like I could burst!” Zavian moaned, his once-blue skin now a shade darker and stretched tight over his enormously round belly. “And what's worse, I can't even move!”
Samar chuckled, his grin widening as he circled Zavian like a shark around its prey. “Well, you did say you wanted to be a king, dear. And now you certainly look the part.” Samar teased, giving Zavian's enormous belly a playful pat.
Zavian groaned, his blue eyes rolling back. “I'm serious, Samar. I feel like I'm about to explode. And I can't even stand up to try and relieve some of the pressure.”
Usil, who was still poring over the book, looked up, their eyes scanning the spell they'd just read. “Sorry, Zavian. I didn't realize the spell would have such an... immediate effect. But I think I've found something that might help. If Thine beast is from it's conquest and thou wishes 'for it to grow bigger in gut, you must must make sure it is full. When this is done resite these words" Gargoa Bellydos dio Rue! It is done.” Usil declared, their fingers tracing the lines of the ancient script. Zavian, now barely able to move due to his gargantuan belly, looked at them with hopeful eyes.
“Usil, dear, you're my only hope here,” Zavian groaned, his blue skin glistening with sweat. “Please, tell me you found a spell to reverse this... this....”
Usil nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of their mouth. “I did. But first, why don’t we have some fun.” Usil smirked and read another spell.
"Gargon Belly Swell, Dios Rue!" The spell activated and Zavian's belly swelled even more, his skin stretching tighter and his gut growing to an absurdly large size. Zavian let out a long, low moan.
“Oh, come on! You're enjoying this way too much," Zavian complained, his blue eyes wide with exasperation.
“Stop! Uuuuarp!” Zavian belched as entire body began to flood with lard.
His muscles began to disappear, his once toned form turning into a soft, blubber filled mess. . He looked more like a giant, blue-skinned marshmallow than the muscular elf he once was.
Samar, unable to contain his laughter, doubled over, his long, braided black hair shaking with each chuckle. “Oh, Zavian. You look...” Samar struggled to find the right word, “...like a whale!”
“This isn’t funny!” Zavian growled, though his voice lacked any real bite.
He could barely move, let alone threaten Samar. “You may as well be enjoying this, you little-” He paused, his breath hitching as his belly shifted, making room for more... whatever it was absorbing. “You’re just as bad as Usil!”
Usil, who was still holding the ancient grimoire, snickered. “Guilty as charged. But really, Zavian, you should learn to appreciate the moment. You’ve got the body of a god now, even if it is made of pizza and lard.” Samar teased, his yellow eyes twinkling with mischief. He circled Zavian, his long, braided black hair trailing behind him like a comet. “You know what they say, ‘a man with a big belly is a man with a big…’”
Zavian groaned, his blue eyes rolling back. “Don’t even finish that sentence, Samar. I’m already struggling to keep my dignity here.” Zavian groaned, his massive belly shifting and gurgling as he spoke. “And please, don’t say ‘big heart’ because we both know that’s not what you’re going to say.”
Samar chuckled, a hand resting on his hip as he leaned against a nearby pillar. “No, no, dear. I was going to say ‘big appetite.’ But now that you mention it, your heart is certainly growing by the second.”
Zavian scoffed, his cheeks puffing out slightly. “I can’t believe you two are enjoying this so much.
I’m the one who’s been turned into a walking, talking, pizza-stuffed blimp!” Zavian complained, his voice muffled by his enormous belly. He tried to cross his arms over his chest, but his bulging gut made it impossible.
"You know, this isn't funny anymore. I can't even move!"
Samar, still grinning, looked over at the book. “I don’t know babe, you’re looking pretty famished to me.” Samar retorted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I think you’d look even better with a little more... fat.”
Usil, who had been flipping through the pages of the ancient grimoire, looked up and grinned. “I agree. And I might just have the perfect spell for that.”
“Pleeeease, no more spells,” Zavian begged, his voice thick with desperation. “I can’t take anymore of this. I’m so full.”
Samar raised an eyebrow. “But you haven’t even tried the dessert course yet.” Samar winked, their fingers tracing the lines of the spell they’d just found. Zavian's blue eyes widened with panic. "No, Samar! Stop! Usil! Please, no more spells! I'm serious!" he pleaded, his voice shaking slightly.
Usil merely chuckled, their eyes scanning the spell. "Don't worry, Zavian. This one is just a little... enhancer. It'll make sure you enjoy your meal even more." They smirked, their fingers lingering on the spell. "Gargon Belly Sweet, Dios Rue!"
Zavian's belly let out a loud gurgle, and suddenly, a massive, floating sundae appeared in front of him.
It was a monstrous, towering creation made of ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and every sweet topping imaginable. The sundae was easily the size of a small car, and it was spinning slowly in the air, as if beckoning Zavian to devour it.
"Oh, come on!" Zavian exclaimed, his blue eyes wide with disbelief. "You can't be serious!"
Samar's yellow eyes sparkled with amusement. The sundae made its way to Zavian and began to force itself into his mouth.
He tried to back away, but he was anchored to the spot by his immense belly.
"Aaaarghh! Help!" Zavian's muffled cries echoed around the temple as the sundae began to melt away into his stomach, adding even more girth to his already massive belly.
The once muscular elf was now a giant, wobbling mass of flesh, his belly jiggling with every movement.
"Samar, Usil, please! No more!" Zavian begged, his voice barely audible over the sounds of crunching ice cream and squelching whipped cream.
Samar, however, was having the time of his life. He clapped his hands together, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You're looking so good, my dear. I think I'm obsessed with this new you." Samar mused, circling Zavian like a predator. "Who knew that all it would take was a little... expansion, to make you even more irresistible?"
Zavian, trying to catch his breath between mouthfuls of the endless sundae, managed to groan, "You're not helping, Samar. I feel like I'm going to burst!" Zavian managed to gasp out between mouthfuls of the never-ending sundae. His breath was coming out in short, sharp bursts, and his blue skin was shiny with sweat. "I can't take anymore! I'm going to pop!" Zavian yelled, his voice echoing through the temple. His massive belly shook with each word, the sundae still forcing its way into his already stuffed gut.
Usil smiled as the sundae beast disappeared into Zavian’s immense gut. “Perhaps we can find a digestion spell.” Usil said, flipping through the ancient grimoire. “Ah! Here it is. *Gargon Belly Thine, Dios Rue!*” They read aloud, their voice echoing through the temple.
Zavian’s belly let out a monstrous gurgle, and suddenly, his stomach began to churn violently. His muscles tensed, his blue skin stretching even tighter as his gut twisted and turned. A deep, rumbling sound filled the chamber, and then—
***BOOOORRRRP!***
A gust of warm, sugary air burst from Zavian’s mouth, carrying with it the scent of melted chocolate, caramel, and whipped cream. Zavian’s tight gut began to shrink, however his body began to grow as the elf swelled with lard and blubber.
His muscles disappeared, replaced by soft, jiggly flesh. His once-chiseled abs were now a distant memory, replaced by a round, wobbling belly that jiggled with every breath. His arms, once toned and powerful, now hung limp at his sides, covered in a layer of soft, squishy fat. His legs, once strong and agile, were now thick and unsteady, barely able to support his newfound weight. Zavian was now a big blob of lard, wider than he was tall.
Samar, watching the transformation with a mix of amusement and concern, let out a low whistle. "Well, well, well," he mused, his yellow eyes scanning Zavian’s new form.
"Looks like the spell worked—just not in the way we expected." Samar’s grin widened, his fingers tracing the edge of the ancient grimoire. "But hey, at least you’re still… *you*, just with a little extra cushioning."
Zavian groaned, his massive belly jiggling. "Extra cushioning? Samar, I look like a *blue blimp*!" His voice was muffled by the sheer amount of fat pressing against his throat. He wobbled slightly.
Usil, still flipping through the grimoire, smirked.
“Well, Zavian, you did say you wanted to be a king. And now, you definitely have a throne-worthy belly.”
Zavian groaned, his blue skin now a pale shade of purple. “Usil, please tell me you’re not enjoying this.”
Usil grinned. “Oh, but I am. You should see yourself, Zavian. You’re… magnificent. A walking, talking, wobbling work of art.”
Samar, still circling Zavian like a predator, chuckled. “Indeed, dear. You’re a sight to behold.
Quite the spectacle, my dear.” Samar chuckled, his yellow eyes twinkling with amusement as he circled Zavian.
Zavian, struggling to maintain his balance with his newfound girth, groaned. “Spectacle? I look like I’m about to pop! You two are terrible friends, you know that?”
Usil rolled their eyes, still flipping through the ancient grimoire. “Oh, come on, Zavian. Lighten up. It’s not every day you get to experience something like this.” They smirked, their eyes scanning a new page.
"I wonder how big we can get you to be.” Samar said, his eyes flaring pink for a moment.
He had a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know, Usil, maybe the next spell should be a bit more... challenging."
Zavian's eyes widened. "What do you mean by challenging?" he asked warily, his voice echoing through the temple.
Samar smirked, his fingers drumming against the ancient tome. "Well, you see, dear brother, I was thinking... why not give Zavian a little more... substance? A bit more... *weight* to his appearance?"
Usil's eyes widened with interest as they flipped to a new page. "Oh, I see. That could be...
interesting," Usil said, their eyes scanning the lines of the ancient spell. "I found something here that might just do the trick. It's called 'Gargon Belly full of food, Dios Rue!'" Usil read aloud, their voice echoing through the temple.
Zavian’s eyes widened, his blue skin paling even further. "Food? Usil, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I'm already too big to move. Adding more to the mix might just be the end of me."
Samar chuckled, his yellow eyes sparkling with amusement. "Nonsense, dear.
You'll be fine," Samar reassured, though his voice held a hint of mischief. "Besides, you'll finally get to experience what it's like to be truly heavy."
Zavian's eyes darted between Samar and Usil, panic rising in his voice. "But I don't want to experience that! I want to be able to move, to fight, to... to not be a blimp!"
Usil shrugged, their fingers tracing the spell's letters as they read it aloud.
"Gargon Belly full of food, Dios Rue!"
The air in the temple shifted, and suddenly, Zavian felt an intense pressure on his belly. It was like a thousand tiny weights were being placed upon his already massive gut. He groaned, his knees buckling slightly as he fought to maintain his balance.
"W-What's happening?" Zavian gasped, his voice strained as he struggled to breathe.
Samar's grin widened as he watched Zavian's body react to the spell. "Just feel it, dear. Embrace the weight," he encouraged, his yellow eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Don't fight it. Just let it happen." Samar continued, his hands now resting on Zavian's bulging belly, feeling the weight grow under his touch. "It's rather fascinating, isn't it?"
Zavian groaned, his massive form swaying slightly as he tried to process the new sensations. "Fascinating? Samar, I feel like I'm being crushed!"
Usil nodded, their eyes flicking back and forth between the book and Zavian. "Yes, that's the point. The spell is meant to make you feel... substantial. Heavy.
That’s how Zavian felt. Like he was being pressed down by an unseen force, a thousand hands pushing him into the ground. His knees buckled, and he braced himself on the cool stone floor of the temple, his breath coming in short gasps. His belly, already massive, seemed to expand even further, the weight of whatever the spell had added making him feel even more immobile.
“Zavian?” Samar’s voice was laced with concern, his hands gentle as they stroked Zavian’s swollen belly. “Are you okay?”
Zavian managed a nod, though the movement was hindered by the sheer size of his neck.
"I-I think so. It's just... a lot, you know?" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath coming in short, labored pants.
Usil's eyes softened, their fingers tracing the page of the ancient grimoire. "I'm sorry, Zavian. We didn't mean to hurt you. It was supposed to be... fun."
Samar's grin faded, replaced by a look of concern as he continued to rub Zavian's belly. "Yeah, Zavian. We just wanted to... expand your horizons.