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I swear I'm still doing stories I'm just really, really, really slow at them. This particular story was done several weeks ago as a trade with
. I'm only now getting my lazy butt to post it up because I couldn't figure out how to export it as a pdf from GoogleDocs, and then got away from it for a while. You can read his half of the trade right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20618201/
Now feel free to read the misadventures of Callum and Azar as the area's most famous gray and blue-scaled baker finds out what kinds of things can go wrong when Azar has new inventions to test out!
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Callum knew that whatever he was heading for was a bad idea. Everything at the bakery was going just fine and smoothly. There was no need for him to leave and go where he was headed. His friend, Azar, had invited him to his workshop in order to test out a few new devices. Azar may have been a very creative and skilled inventor, but that didn’t mean the white dragon’s prototypes didn’t have their problems. The gray and blue baker dragon had heard more than a fair share of tales about experiments and testing that had gone wrong. So why in the world did he agree to help test new inventions?
It was his curiosity; nothing more, nothing less. Callum just couldn’t keep his curiosity from getting the best of him. There had been plenty of problems with Azar’s prototypes, but they always did create rather interesting results. At the very least he should have been able to get a good story out of this should things not go according to plan.
The gray feral drake padded up to the massive metal double-doors, pressing a button off to the side. A buzzing sound was heard, followed by the heavy “clunk!” of a metal lock being undone. Knowing that his friend was probably too wrapped up in his work to properly meet him, Callum took the cue and headed inside.
Callum had visited enough times to have a general idea of where to go. The warehouse-turned-inventions laboratory was a veritable maze of working and broken machines, scraps of metal, tools, and blueprint designs. Azar always kept an odd form of organized chaos in his workshop. He soon rounded the corner on a pyramid of strange copper spheres and found exactly who he was looking for.
“No, no, no. This one goes here, that one goes there!” Azar said exasperatedly at a group of three crab-like golems that skittered about below him. The copper, steam-powered machines looked up at their creator blankly before skittering off and doing their best to follow his commands.
“Still having trouble with golems Azar?” Callum asked with a chuckle as he approached his friend.
Azar whipped around and flashed a grin. “Callum! Good, I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to come and help! But yes… I still can’t quite get them to follow precise orders. They’re very much a work in progress. A few more iterations and some help from the mages and I may have it just right,” he said before motioning for Callum to follow him. “I’m glad you came because no one else was available. Or at least that’s what they told me. I have something that may be right up your alley!” he said excitedly as he sped up and headed to the testing area.
Callum was also all too familiar with the open area Azar had for testing. It was a crystalline floor meant to hold up to tremendous stress, wear, tear, and weight. And the copious amounts of scratches and burn marks across its floor attested to how much Azar put the floor’s durability to use.
“I brought you here because I have a couple devices I need to test, as you well know. Today is… the caloric enhancer!” he said as he rummaged through a pile of metal devices beside a small metal workbench. Before long he pulled out a thin metal pole that was double-pronged at the end. The pole was covered with wires, but at the end in the handle was a glowing red gem. “I’ve been experimenting a bit more with combining my technology with magic and magical items. It makes me feel… safer around magic when it’s being channeled through one of my machines,” he said as he stepped closer to Callum.
“This device is based off a spell I was shown a while back. The spell increases the amount of calories that one’s body gets from food. It’s meant to help survival when food is low so you can keep producing energy from those calories even when you have little to no food. We’re both adventurers, so I thought you might appreciate this machine.”
“So how does it… work?” Callum asked as Azar flipped a switch to turn it on. The two-pronged pole hummed to life and Azar pointed it right at Callum.
“Easy! It just takes the calories of the last thing you ate, and quadruples them!” he said as he jabbed the prongs forward and right up to Callum’s stomach. “You might feel a slight sting though,” he added quickly. Of course, just a bit too late.
Callum winced only a little as he felt the pokes between his scales, though in hindsight it was little more than a bee sting feeling. “Hold on… Azar! I’ve been sampling my bakery items today!” he blurted out as realization hit him just a moment too late.
“Oh…” was all the white dragon could say before taking a few steps back. Callum’s stomach growled right before the gray dragon could start to feel the effects already happening. He did feel more energy, that was for sure. He felt like he could fly all the way back to his bakery and not lose a step, even run to the edge of the city and back. Unfortunately, neither of those things were going to be very possible, as his belly started to swell outwards. Callum was always a bit chubby, given the nature of his work, but this was going to make him look downright fat if it kept going at the pace it was. Right now it was tripling or quadrupling the calories of an entire sheet of chocolate chip cookies, a dozen cupcakes, and fourteen doughnuts.
Callum looked down at himself and groaned, trying in vain to push back against his belly as it surged out past his knees. He nearly lost his balance with how quickly he was gaining weight, his newly pudgy arms and legs shaking and jiggling with each step. “How long does it last?” he asked Azar, his cheeks bouncing a bit more on his softened face.
“Until the calories are all stored away. And in your case… it means until you’re done fattening up,” he said as he watched in awe. Callum even spotted the white dragon taking down a few notes.
It was, thankfully, a quick process. By the time Callum stopped feeling himself growing, however, he looked twice the dragon he used to be. His belly hung just below his knees, wobbling and spreading apart his blue scutes. His hips, chest, and limbs all jiggled with extra adipose thanks to Azar’s device. “Azar! Why didn’t you say anything before you poked me with that!” he said, blushing as he pressed a paw to his belly then down to his hips, seeing how far it sunk in. “I have to get to a baker's convention next week! I can’t go like this! A bit of extra weight is fine, but this is too much! They’ll kick me out thinking I’m just going to eat all the food present! There’s no way I can get back to normal weight before then!” he said, groaning as he turned himself around and saw that he really had plumped up all over.
Azar’s frills drooped as he saw what had become of his friend. “Ah… yes, this is a problem. Okay… but don’t worry! I can fix this!” he said with a less-than-reassuring grin.
“How?” Callum asked, sitting on his padded rear and crossing his forearms in front of his chest.
“I still have some other inventions to test… but they need a little more time to be in prototype phase. Just come in two days and I’ll fix you right up!” he said as he patted his friend’s dough-like middle.
Callum gave a grunt of annoyance, but soon just sighed. He really had no other option at the moment. He could certainly get to work exercising after leaving, but the drake knew how hard it was to get himself going even when he wasn’t overweight. On top of that, he had to sample his wares at the bakery to make sure he was giving his customers only the highest quality of food. That wasn’t going to speed up his weight loss at all. He had to put his faith in Azar.
“Alright… I’ll be back,” he said with a shake of his head before rolling himself back onto his paws. He began waddling back out of the workshop just as Azar ran off to get some blueprints.
“Okay… this should work much, much better,” Azar said, trying to give a convincing smile to Callum. “Thanks for waiting those days. I hope there wasn’t too much trouble with the previous incident,” he said as the still fattened Callum sat in the middle of his testing area.
Things hadn’t been too bad for Callum, but they certainly weren’t great. All the extra pudge made maneuvering through his kitchen to make more baked goods difficult. And despite his best efforts he’d barely lost any of the weight. He currently sat, tail continually patting the ground impatiently as he awaited Azar’s “fix”. Though given it would be another prototype invention, he had his doubts. But it was his only hope at this point. “I’ve managed. So what do you have this time to fix this?” he asked.
“Well you know how so many people go to the Sauna to lose weight? It’s the heat that does it, right? So… I present to you the Heater!” he said as he held up a cone-like device. At the tip of the cone was a green gem. It was far less impressive than Azar’s previous machine. “I know, the name needs work. I was a little more preoccupied making sure it was up and working instead of thinking of a name. But the principle of this machine is that it will start heating up your body. More heat, more calories burnt. More calories burnt means a thinner Callum!” Azar confidently stated.
“Well… I guess there really is no other choice is there?” he said with a shrug before rolling back onto his paws. “Alright, give it a shot,” he said.
“There’s just one stipulation. This machine can’t generate a wave large enough to cover your whole body, so I have to target you one area at the time. Since that gut of yours seems the biggest, I”ll start there,’ he said as he moved to Callum’s side. The gray dragon blushed again, but decided not to thwack Azar on the head with his tail for that comment. “Ready?” the inventor asked.
“Ready.”
Azar began flipping more switches again and pushing up dials for the control of the heat. A hum was heard from the machine followed quickly by a heat shimmer through the air that headed towards Callum’s belly. Callum felt it almost immediately, the warmth spreading through his middle. He sighed a bit, this time in relaxation. It was rather comforting, like laying on warm sand. He simply let himself enjoy it while he could. For a prototype, this actually felt rather nice. Which was a stark contrast to some of Azar’s inventions. Callum even let out a soft thrum as he closed his eyes.
Minutes passed, maybe even an hour, but Callum didn’t care. He was relaxed, comfortable, and going to be fixed by the end of the day. He was sure of it. But so sure was he of this invention’s success, that he didn’t notice the feeling of his belly pressing against the inside of his legs more and more. But as it pushed more and more, Callum finally snapped his eyes open. “Azar?! What’s happening?!” he shouted as he looked down at himself. Callum’s belly was expanding like a balloon. And he could swear he heard a hissing sound coming from his stomach.
“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! I can fix this!” Azar shouted as he fumbled to turn off the device. It was off in seconds, but the swelling was still happening. Callum groaned as he struggled to keep standing, his belly pushing his legs out farther from each other. And it was getting dangerously close to the ground. Thankfully, soon after the machine was turned off, the swelling slowed to a stop. “What happened?!” he said, looking to Azar with a mix of confusion and frustration.
Callum was on the verge of being a blimp, his belly mere inches from the ground and his paws pushed out to the sides just enough that he would have to waddle heavily to one side before pushing himself forward with one set of paws to waddle and roll himself to the other side so his other paws could find purchase. But this time the increased mass looked focused on his belly.
Azar, looking equally confused, walked up and patted Callum’s middle. It felt tight. Like a drum, not fat and doughy like he’d been yesterday. “Ah… well that’s certainly something I didn’t account for,” he said as he took a step back.
“What? What didn’t you account for?”
“Were you any other species, this would probably have worked perfectly. But… the heat triggered the organ that helps us breathe fire, which produces the gas that ignites. Your body must have thought you were generating heat to ignite the gas with fire as you expel it into flame. But there was no expelling the gas. And I’m afraid it’s trapped in there,” he said as he walked around Callum.
“But now this is worse! I’m even bigger!” Callum wailed as he looked down at himself. He didn’t dare even try to press a paw against his belly. He feared if he even lifted a paw up off the ground and didn’t try pushing himself forward, he would fall over and end up rolling out of the workshop.
“But I can fix this! I promise! Just two more days, I won’t let you down Callum!” Azar begged, coming back to his friend’s front. Callum knew the inventor hated seeing his creations fail, prototype or not. And he truly looked apologetic for what had happened. “I’ll even pay for the loss of profit at your bakery for the days you’re unable to work,” he begged.
Callum looked into the white dragon’s pleading blue eyes, and sighed once more. “Alright.. .fine. Only because you’re my only hope at this point. I’ll be back in two days again. That should give me enough time to get fixed, and then be back to normal to leave for the bakers convention,” he said as he slowly turned around. Azar helped by pushing the gray dragon on his belly like a ball until he was rolled around towards the door.
“You won’t be disappointed!” Azar said happily as he pushed to just barely squeeze Callum out the double doors. The baker grumbled a bit to himself as he waddled slowly home, once bottoming out on top of a hill. He had to rely on some helpful people passing by to roll him down the hill then right him back up. Callum didn’t mind being the talk of the town, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen!
Two days had come and gone, and now Callum once again sat in an all-too familiar spot in Azar’s workshop. And unfortunately the swelling had gone down very little in the time he’d seen his friend last. The baker still looked like a big blimp of gray and blue scales, ready to float off into the sky at any moment. He’d certainly make one heck of an advertisement for his bakery.
“Alright, so I had some of the mages I know assist me in making this final device. Uses a bit more magic than the other two, but using my mechanical know-how to help channel the gems’ power, it’ll all work fine,” Azar said as he approached Callum with some sort of copper and steel collar. Thankfully it was made wide enough to fit around his neck. Callum also noticed that the inside had linked and folded parts of metal that were meant to unfold to widen the collar should it need to fit around wider necks.
“So how does this one work?” the pudgy baker asked.
“A bit more magical use than I’d like, but time is of the essence. So I’m foregoing a few of my preferences. Quite simply, the gems will channel your extra weight out to all living organisms of human size or greater within a two mile radius. It will distribute evenly, so no one will even know they’ve put on a tiny bit of dragon weight,” he said as he himself put on a similar collar but with one purple gem in the center.
“What’s that for?” Callum asked.
“This is so that none of that weight goes to me. I’ve had enough experience around magic to know that it just loves to mess with me.”
Callum wanted to argue the finer points of the fact that magic had no sentience, but that would just delay Azar fixing him. “Fire it up,” he said.
Azar grabbed a small, metal, square device from his workbench and pressed a button on it. The gems lit up and flashed like some child’s toy display. Now he eagerly awaited for his return to normalcy.
He almost wasn’t even surprised when he felt himself growing heavier and softer immediately.
“AZAR!” Callum roared as he was expanding again with the speed of a balloon. It didn’t take Azar’s technical know-how to figure out what was going on. “All the weight is being sucked into me! I’m getting fatter!” he said, flailing his paws as he was lifted up off the ground on his belly. Callum’s armored scutes spread out wider and wider, exposing all the gray, sensitive, and softer scaly skin beneath.
“I know! I know! Just a moment, I can fix this! I can fix this!” Azar shouted over the chaos of Callum’s rapid expansion. He fumbled with the remote device in his claws, pressing the button repeatedly but to no avail. “I can’t get it to stop!”
“Do something! Quick! I’m getting too big!” he said as his ballooning body quickly filled the fifty feet by fifty feet testing space and began spilling out into more of the workshop. His couch-sized butt cheeks knocked over the pyramid of copper balls, and his sausage-like tail pushed over a shelving until of scrap metal. His belly caught one unfortunate crab golem that just wanted to see what was going on with all the commotion, crushing the metal machine under its heavy weight.
Callum’s cheeks began to take up more and more of his vision, his neck pinching with fat in more places than he remembered. He thanked the forethinking on the collar around his neck that it was built to expand. His arms and legs hung limply at his sides, now gaining the appearance more akin to an overly plump tree trunk than a dragon’s powerful limbs.
The baker suddenly felt something land on his back. He glanced back as much as he could and caught of glimpse of Azar’s tail. The white drake had flown up and landed on him for some reason and was now moving towards Callum’s head. He stopped right at the neck and got his claws working at the collar.
Suddenly, as quickly as the fattening had begun, it stopped. Callum didn’t feel himself getting any bigger, but he certainly wasn’t getting any smaller. Azar stepped back and flew down off of Callum towards his front, holding the collar in his claws. “Azar! What happened! What sort of ‘unforeseen variable’ was there this time?!” Callum demanded, his attempt at looking furious failing with how much of a gray doughball he looked like.
“I…” Azar said, shuffling nervously from side to side as the frills at the side of his head were drooping down. “I… accidentally had the collar set for reverse…”
Callum was speechless. He sat there, dumbfounded and staring down at the inventor. “You left the collar’s function… in reverse…?”
“Yes,” he said before looking back up at the enormous blimp of a dragon that now took up the entire testing space of his workshop. And then some. “The collar’s burnt out for the moment, all that energy took it’s toll on it. It is a prototype after all. B-but there’s good news,” he said as he looked up at his friend and tried to smile like he was making the best of a bad situation.
“And what’s that?” Callum asked.
“I think I can fix this!”
I swear I'm still doing stories I'm just really, really, really slow at them. This particular story was done several weeks ago as a trade with
. I'm only now getting my lazy butt to post it up because I couldn't figure out how to export it as a pdf from GoogleDocs, and then got away from it for a while. You can read his half of the trade right here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20618201/Now feel free to read the misadventures of Callum and Azar as the area's most famous gray and blue-scaled baker finds out what kinds of things can go wrong when Azar has new inventions to test out!
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Callum knew that whatever he was heading for was a bad idea. Everything at the bakery was going just fine and smoothly. There was no need for him to leave and go where he was headed. His friend, Azar, had invited him to his workshop in order to test out a few new devices. Azar may have been a very creative and skilled inventor, but that didn’t mean the white dragon’s prototypes didn’t have their problems. The gray and blue baker dragon had heard more than a fair share of tales about experiments and testing that had gone wrong. So why in the world did he agree to help test new inventions?
It was his curiosity; nothing more, nothing less. Callum just couldn’t keep his curiosity from getting the best of him. There had been plenty of problems with Azar’s prototypes, but they always did create rather interesting results. At the very least he should have been able to get a good story out of this should things not go according to plan.
The gray feral drake padded up to the massive metal double-doors, pressing a button off to the side. A buzzing sound was heard, followed by the heavy “clunk!” of a metal lock being undone. Knowing that his friend was probably too wrapped up in his work to properly meet him, Callum took the cue and headed inside.
Callum had visited enough times to have a general idea of where to go. The warehouse-turned-inventions laboratory was a veritable maze of working and broken machines, scraps of metal, tools, and blueprint designs. Azar always kept an odd form of organized chaos in his workshop. He soon rounded the corner on a pyramid of strange copper spheres and found exactly who he was looking for.
“No, no, no. This one goes here, that one goes there!” Azar said exasperatedly at a group of three crab-like golems that skittered about below him. The copper, steam-powered machines looked up at their creator blankly before skittering off and doing their best to follow his commands.
“Still having trouble with golems Azar?” Callum asked with a chuckle as he approached his friend.
Azar whipped around and flashed a grin. “Callum! Good, I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to come and help! But yes… I still can’t quite get them to follow precise orders. They’re very much a work in progress. A few more iterations and some help from the mages and I may have it just right,” he said before motioning for Callum to follow him. “I’m glad you came because no one else was available. Or at least that’s what they told me. I have something that may be right up your alley!” he said excitedly as he sped up and headed to the testing area.
Callum was also all too familiar with the open area Azar had for testing. It was a crystalline floor meant to hold up to tremendous stress, wear, tear, and weight. And the copious amounts of scratches and burn marks across its floor attested to how much Azar put the floor’s durability to use.
“I brought you here because I have a couple devices I need to test, as you well know. Today is… the caloric enhancer!” he said as he rummaged through a pile of metal devices beside a small metal workbench. Before long he pulled out a thin metal pole that was double-pronged at the end. The pole was covered with wires, but at the end in the handle was a glowing red gem. “I’ve been experimenting a bit more with combining my technology with magic and magical items. It makes me feel… safer around magic when it’s being channeled through one of my machines,” he said as he stepped closer to Callum.
“This device is based off a spell I was shown a while back. The spell increases the amount of calories that one’s body gets from food. It’s meant to help survival when food is low so you can keep producing energy from those calories even when you have little to no food. We’re both adventurers, so I thought you might appreciate this machine.”
“So how does it… work?” Callum asked as Azar flipped a switch to turn it on. The two-pronged pole hummed to life and Azar pointed it right at Callum.
“Easy! It just takes the calories of the last thing you ate, and quadruples them!” he said as he jabbed the prongs forward and right up to Callum’s stomach. “You might feel a slight sting though,” he added quickly. Of course, just a bit too late.
Callum winced only a little as he felt the pokes between his scales, though in hindsight it was little more than a bee sting feeling. “Hold on… Azar! I’ve been sampling my bakery items today!” he blurted out as realization hit him just a moment too late.
“Oh…” was all the white dragon could say before taking a few steps back. Callum’s stomach growled right before the gray dragon could start to feel the effects already happening. He did feel more energy, that was for sure. He felt like he could fly all the way back to his bakery and not lose a step, even run to the edge of the city and back. Unfortunately, neither of those things were going to be very possible, as his belly started to swell outwards. Callum was always a bit chubby, given the nature of his work, but this was going to make him look downright fat if it kept going at the pace it was. Right now it was tripling or quadrupling the calories of an entire sheet of chocolate chip cookies, a dozen cupcakes, and fourteen doughnuts.
Callum looked down at himself and groaned, trying in vain to push back against his belly as it surged out past his knees. He nearly lost his balance with how quickly he was gaining weight, his newly pudgy arms and legs shaking and jiggling with each step. “How long does it last?” he asked Azar, his cheeks bouncing a bit more on his softened face.
“Until the calories are all stored away. And in your case… it means until you’re done fattening up,” he said as he watched in awe. Callum even spotted the white dragon taking down a few notes.
It was, thankfully, a quick process. By the time Callum stopped feeling himself growing, however, he looked twice the dragon he used to be. His belly hung just below his knees, wobbling and spreading apart his blue scutes. His hips, chest, and limbs all jiggled with extra adipose thanks to Azar’s device. “Azar! Why didn’t you say anything before you poked me with that!” he said, blushing as he pressed a paw to his belly then down to his hips, seeing how far it sunk in. “I have to get to a baker's convention next week! I can’t go like this! A bit of extra weight is fine, but this is too much! They’ll kick me out thinking I’m just going to eat all the food present! There’s no way I can get back to normal weight before then!” he said, groaning as he turned himself around and saw that he really had plumped up all over.
Azar’s frills drooped as he saw what had become of his friend. “Ah… yes, this is a problem. Okay… but don’t worry! I can fix this!” he said with a less-than-reassuring grin.
“How?” Callum asked, sitting on his padded rear and crossing his forearms in front of his chest.
“I still have some other inventions to test… but they need a little more time to be in prototype phase. Just come in two days and I’ll fix you right up!” he said as he patted his friend’s dough-like middle.
Callum gave a grunt of annoyance, but soon just sighed. He really had no other option at the moment. He could certainly get to work exercising after leaving, but the drake knew how hard it was to get himself going even when he wasn’t overweight. On top of that, he had to sample his wares at the bakery to make sure he was giving his customers only the highest quality of food. That wasn’t going to speed up his weight loss at all. He had to put his faith in Azar.
“Alright… I’ll be back,” he said with a shake of his head before rolling himself back onto his paws. He began waddling back out of the workshop just as Azar ran off to get some blueprints.
“Okay… this should work much, much better,” Azar said, trying to give a convincing smile to Callum. “Thanks for waiting those days. I hope there wasn’t too much trouble with the previous incident,” he said as the still fattened Callum sat in the middle of his testing area.
Things hadn’t been too bad for Callum, but they certainly weren’t great. All the extra pudge made maneuvering through his kitchen to make more baked goods difficult. And despite his best efforts he’d barely lost any of the weight. He currently sat, tail continually patting the ground impatiently as he awaited Azar’s “fix”. Though given it would be another prototype invention, he had his doubts. But it was his only hope at this point. “I’ve managed. So what do you have this time to fix this?” he asked.
“Well you know how so many people go to the Sauna to lose weight? It’s the heat that does it, right? So… I present to you the Heater!” he said as he held up a cone-like device. At the tip of the cone was a green gem. It was far less impressive than Azar’s previous machine. “I know, the name needs work. I was a little more preoccupied making sure it was up and working instead of thinking of a name. But the principle of this machine is that it will start heating up your body. More heat, more calories burnt. More calories burnt means a thinner Callum!” Azar confidently stated.
“Well… I guess there really is no other choice is there?” he said with a shrug before rolling back onto his paws. “Alright, give it a shot,” he said.
“There’s just one stipulation. This machine can’t generate a wave large enough to cover your whole body, so I have to target you one area at the time. Since that gut of yours seems the biggest, I”ll start there,’ he said as he moved to Callum’s side. The gray dragon blushed again, but decided not to thwack Azar on the head with his tail for that comment. “Ready?” the inventor asked.
“Ready.”
Azar began flipping more switches again and pushing up dials for the control of the heat. A hum was heard from the machine followed quickly by a heat shimmer through the air that headed towards Callum’s belly. Callum felt it almost immediately, the warmth spreading through his middle. He sighed a bit, this time in relaxation. It was rather comforting, like laying on warm sand. He simply let himself enjoy it while he could. For a prototype, this actually felt rather nice. Which was a stark contrast to some of Azar’s inventions. Callum even let out a soft thrum as he closed his eyes.
Minutes passed, maybe even an hour, but Callum didn’t care. He was relaxed, comfortable, and going to be fixed by the end of the day. He was sure of it. But so sure was he of this invention’s success, that he didn’t notice the feeling of his belly pressing against the inside of his legs more and more. But as it pushed more and more, Callum finally snapped his eyes open. “Azar?! What’s happening?!” he shouted as he looked down at himself. Callum’s belly was expanding like a balloon. And he could swear he heard a hissing sound coming from his stomach.
“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! I can fix this!” Azar shouted as he fumbled to turn off the device. It was off in seconds, but the swelling was still happening. Callum groaned as he struggled to keep standing, his belly pushing his legs out farther from each other. And it was getting dangerously close to the ground. Thankfully, soon after the machine was turned off, the swelling slowed to a stop. “What happened?!” he said, looking to Azar with a mix of confusion and frustration.
Callum was on the verge of being a blimp, his belly mere inches from the ground and his paws pushed out to the sides just enough that he would have to waddle heavily to one side before pushing himself forward with one set of paws to waddle and roll himself to the other side so his other paws could find purchase. But this time the increased mass looked focused on his belly.
Azar, looking equally confused, walked up and patted Callum’s middle. It felt tight. Like a drum, not fat and doughy like he’d been yesterday. “Ah… well that’s certainly something I didn’t account for,” he said as he took a step back.
“What? What didn’t you account for?”
“Were you any other species, this would probably have worked perfectly. But… the heat triggered the organ that helps us breathe fire, which produces the gas that ignites. Your body must have thought you were generating heat to ignite the gas with fire as you expel it into flame. But there was no expelling the gas. And I’m afraid it’s trapped in there,” he said as he walked around Callum.
“But now this is worse! I’m even bigger!” Callum wailed as he looked down at himself. He didn’t dare even try to press a paw against his belly. He feared if he even lifted a paw up off the ground and didn’t try pushing himself forward, he would fall over and end up rolling out of the workshop.
“But I can fix this! I promise! Just two more days, I won’t let you down Callum!” Azar begged, coming back to his friend’s front. Callum knew the inventor hated seeing his creations fail, prototype or not. And he truly looked apologetic for what had happened. “I’ll even pay for the loss of profit at your bakery for the days you’re unable to work,” he begged.
Callum looked into the white dragon’s pleading blue eyes, and sighed once more. “Alright.. .fine. Only because you’re my only hope at this point. I’ll be back in two days again. That should give me enough time to get fixed, and then be back to normal to leave for the bakers convention,” he said as he slowly turned around. Azar helped by pushing the gray dragon on his belly like a ball until he was rolled around towards the door.
“You won’t be disappointed!” Azar said happily as he pushed to just barely squeeze Callum out the double doors. The baker grumbled a bit to himself as he waddled slowly home, once bottoming out on top of a hill. He had to rely on some helpful people passing by to roll him down the hill then right him back up. Callum didn’t mind being the talk of the town, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen!
Two days had come and gone, and now Callum once again sat in an all-too familiar spot in Azar’s workshop. And unfortunately the swelling had gone down very little in the time he’d seen his friend last. The baker still looked like a big blimp of gray and blue scales, ready to float off into the sky at any moment. He’d certainly make one heck of an advertisement for his bakery.
“Alright, so I had some of the mages I know assist me in making this final device. Uses a bit more magic than the other two, but using my mechanical know-how to help channel the gems’ power, it’ll all work fine,” Azar said as he approached Callum with some sort of copper and steel collar. Thankfully it was made wide enough to fit around his neck. Callum also noticed that the inside had linked and folded parts of metal that were meant to unfold to widen the collar should it need to fit around wider necks.
“So how does this one work?” the pudgy baker asked.
“A bit more magical use than I’d like, but time is of the essence. So I’m foregoing a few of my preferences. Quite simply, the gems will channel your extra weight out to all living organisms of human size or greater within a two mile radius. It will distribute evenly, so no one will even know they’ve put on a tiny bit of dragon weight,” he said as he himself put on a similar collar but with one purple gem in the center.
“What’s that for?” Callum asked.
“This is so that none of that weight goes to me. I’ve had enough experience around magic to know that it just loves to mess with me.”
Callum wanted to argue the finer points of the fact that magic had no sentience, but that would just delay Azar fixing him. “Fire it up,” he said.
Azar grabbed a small, metal, square device from his workbench and pressed a button on it. The gems lit up and flashed like some child’s toy display. Now he eagerly awaited for his return to normalcy.
He almost wasn’t even surprised when he felt himself growing heavier and softer immediately.
“AZAR!” Callum roared as he was expanding again with the speed of a balloon. It didn’t take Azar’s technical know-how to figure out what was going on. “All the weight is being sucked into me! I’m getting fatter!” he said, flailing his paws as he was lifted up off the ground on his belly. Callum’s armored scutes spread out wider and wider, exposing all the gray, sensitive, and softer scaly skin beneath.
“I know! I know! Just a moment, I can fix this! I can fix this!” Azar shouted over the chaos of Callum’s rapid expansion. He fumbled with the remote device in his claws, pressing the button repeatedly but to no avail. “I can’t get it to stop!”
“Do something! Quick! I’m getting too big!” he said as his ballooning body quickly filled the fifty feet by fifty feet testing space and began spilling out into more of the workshop. His couch-sized butt cheeks knocked over the pyramid of copper balls, and his sausage-like tail pushed over a shelving until of scrap metal. His belly caught one unfortunate crab golem that just wanted to see what was going on with all the commotion, crushing the metal machine under its heavy weight.
Callum’s cheeks began to take up more and more of his vision, his neck pinching with fat in more places than he remembered. He thanked the forethinking on the collar around his neck that it was built to expand. His arms and legs hung limply at his sides, now gaining the appearance more akin to an overly plump tree trunk than a dragon’s powerful limbs.
The baker suddenly felt something land on his back. He glanced back as much as he could and caught of glimpse of Azar’s tail. The white drake had flown up and landed on him for some reason and was now moving towards Callum’s head. He stopped right at the neck and got his claws working at the collar.
Suddenly, as quickly as the fattening had begun, it stopped. Callum didn’t feel himself getting any bigger, but he certainly wasn’t getting any smaller. Azar stepped back and flew down off of Callum towards his front, holding the collar in his claws. “Azar! What happened! What sort of ‘unforeseen variable’ was there this time?!” Callum demanded, his attempt at looking furious failing with how much of a gray doughball he looked like.
“I…” Azar said, shuffling nervously from side to side as the frills at the side of his head were drooping down. “I… accidentally had the collar set for reverse…”
Callum was speechless. He sat there, dumbfounded and staring down at the inventor. “You left the collar’s function… in reverse…?”
“Yes,” he said before looking back up at the enormous blimp of a dragon that now took up the entire testing space of his workshop. And then some. “The collar’s burnt out for the moment, all that energy took it’s toll on it. It is a prototype after all. B-but there’s good news,” he said as he looked up at his friend and tried to smile like he was making the best of a bad situation.
“And what’s that?” Callum asked.
“I think I can fix this!”
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Western Dragon
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