A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (9/3/16). This story was won by  spira-sider, who decided to have me take a look into the world with Mott the lion, a bit of a thick-headed jock who stumbles upon a magic lamp owned by the wish-granting genie Wisp. Naturally Mott learns that you need to be careful about what you wish for, or at least be specific about your wish, then things won't end up so cagey.


.:Rated general for:.
>Growth (Height)
>Muscle Growth
>Weight Gain


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Word Count: 1579

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A Cagey Wish

It was late at night on the outskirts of INSERT NAME HERE Village. (The person in charge of naming the village didn’t quite understand what they were supposed to do.) Well, it wasn’t quite that late, but more roughly around nine at night. Not too many villagers spent their time outside at night, but then, there aren’t very many villagers like Mott. A simple-minded jock stereotype, the slightly egoistical lion was taking his workout and physical training to the extreme by training night and day. He had raced around the village several times now, and hadn’t even broken a sweat on his rockin’ bod. “Man, I wish someone was around so they could see my awesome leg muscles pound the track” Mott bragged aloud.

Naturally, he ended up tripping over something in the darkness. Grunting as he got up, the lion searched in the moonlight for what he had tripped over, which turned out to be a golden lamp. “Whoa, cagey” the lion uttered as he picked it up. “Cagey” he murmured as he wiped away some of the dirt from it.

“OoooOOOOOoooooOOOOO!” a hollow voice called from afar.

“YIPE!” Mott squealed as he held the lamp up defensively against a glowing white spectre.

“Goooooooooood evening!” the spirit hauntingly wailed as he floated closer. “My name is Wisp, and I am the spirit of the lamp you appear to be grasping. So please, if you could, go to your attic and rub that lamp, please” Wisp politely requested.

“Cagey” Mott remarked as the spirit faded away.

Well, he barely understood what that glowing thing said, but he did ask politely to rub that lamp, and the lion couldn’t see anything strange about that.

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So Mott was in his messy attic, and then he rubbed the lamp. Appearing in a plume of white smoke, the spirit Wisp floated before the lion. “Gooooooood evening. As thanks for you finding and recovering my lamp, I shall grant you one wish from the bottom of your heart” Wisp explained.

“Cagey. So, I can wish for anything, right?” Mott asked excitedly.

“That is correct” Wisp nodded. “I will grant you whatever is within my power to grant.”

“I asked if I was right, not correct. But whatever bro. I wish for you to make this awesome stud of a lion big” Mott requested.

“Granted” Wisp nodded, the lamp appearing in his hands.

“Oh yeah!” the lion roared as he felt his muscles tensing up.

Flexing impressively, Mott’s sizeable muscles swelled beneath his jacket and pants, the imprint of his manly arms visible through the yellow fabric. If not for the thicker fabric around his chest, he would easily be able to show off his impressive goods. The lionn especially enjoyed is as he felt his righteous legs tighten, his quads and calves getting blasted with muscle. He couldn’t but keep pressing down, just to feel the growing muscles tighten. “Cagey, look at how massive I am!” Mott bragged loudly as he held his arms behind his head, his awesome pecs barely visible through the widening slits between his buttons.

“I am. It is impressive, and will become more so soon enough” Wisp smiled serenely as he backed away through some of the junk.

“What do you mean?” Mott inquired curiously, his arms lowering to his sides. PING! The lion watched as one of his jacket’s buttons rocketed off into his junk pile, the top of his outfit splitting open to reveal his large pecs. “Whoa, cagey” he murmured as he groped at them.

They were uhh, pretty big now, actually. PING! Another button rocketed off, and then another. Three of Mott’s buttons had evacuated his jacket, the opening provided showed off his very substantial pectorals, and also his oddly soft abs. The jock placed a hand to his middle, his widening fingers slowing pressing into his flabby middle of his for an inch. “What the heck bro?! You’re supposed to make me big!” he shouted at Wisp.

“I am, you just didn’t specify how. So in accordance with the wish, you will become thusly that, big” Wisp explained as he slowly faded away.

Reaching out for the ghost, the sudden strain of doing so burst the sleeves of his jacket, yellow fabric raining around like confetti. PING! The last button flew away, Mott’s outfit sweeping open to reveal his burgeoning gut. Looking like he had just eaten a pretty sizeable meal, the poor lion rubbed at it with his still growing, muscular arms. The strain of doing so burst his other sleeve, leaving him in only his rapidly shrinking jacket and weak pants. His mighty muscular legs were tearing vast holes in the fabric, the hem of the legs already busted open by his totally rad calves. “Cagey” Mott gasped audibly as his muscles burst forth in size, a tingle of pleasure coming from his constant expansion.

Shredding his pants with his tremendous legs, the lion stomped about on his large feet, trying to shake away what remained of his clothing whilst now having to cradle his massive potbelly. His abs long since gone, Mott’s fingers could only dig deeper and deeper into his burgeoning adipose as his sweet arms expanded in girth. Far bigger than what he had intended, the lion was beginning to realize that his arms were starting to feel a little bit too tight as they tried hard to remain bent. Growing so thick that they were now as wide as his own head, his muscles were steadily reaching a point where they were too packed and thick for proper bending. Gasping in shock, Mott dropped his heaving belly, the heavy yellow orb hanging in front of his groin as his arms tensed up again, growing larger and heavier. “Nngh!” the lion groaned, his broad and muscular shoulders bound tightly by his jacket.

His massive slab-like pectorals strained tightly from the unfortunate tightness around them, the straining (and well-made) fabric far stronger than even his growing body, at least, it was until he flexed mightily, shredding it. Panting heavily, Mott’s arms slowly rose into the air, their musculature now too thick to stand properly by his sides. His legs were likewise being spread by his immense calves and thighs. This wouldn’t be so cagey, if not for the still growing mound of a gut he was growing. Jutting out further and further, the tip of the enormous packed mass running from between his immense and pronounced pectorals down to his groin, and it was growing larger and rounded by the second. Desperately trying to move his arms, Mott could only barely brush them against his immense sphere of a middle that stuck out for more than a foot. Crack. “Cagey!” the lion muttered as he felt the floor crack beneath his feet.

Smashing through the attic into his kitchen, Mott lay on his back on top a pile of rubble that used to be his table. Completely pinned beneath the weight of his own muscles and belly, the lion’s glasses sat askew on his face as he watched his bulk still increase, his feet descending until they brushed against his cupboards. “Is that my plate boxes?” he wondered.

It would seem that the “big” wish was really starting to kick in as he saw the hole in his roof come closer and closer as he physically grew in size, the room he was in looking to get too snug for his liking, especially since his gut was now a giant weather balloon, and didn’t look to be stopping either as it jostled and swayed about in his vain attempts to move. “Cagey” Mott uttered sadly.

Head bumping against a wall, the lion grunted loudly as he was slowly forced into an awkward lying position, his legs tensing from being forced against his cupboards. This was impacted by his tremendous flabby belly growing to mammothine proportions, his groin obscured and joining with the impressive mound of fluff as his middle had become incredibly spherical. “Oof!” Mott grunted as his head banged against his roof, the room now easily far too small for his giant body.

Anyone looking at his house right now would notice the walls bowing out, with thick tufts of yellow fur poking out of every window in the building. And, as his head smashed his way into the attic, Mott blushed as he felt his muscular rump forcefully squished against his now open front door. Too impacted in his own home, the lion could only wait as his head bumped hard against the roof of his own attic, the walls of the building splitting open to reveal his giant bod. Wood creaking audibly, Mott shut his eyes as his entire house exploded, his giant body flopping out against the rubble of his home. “Cagey” he uttered smally as lights flicked on in various houses, shadows of their inhabitants peeking out the window.

This would be pretty hard to explain, but at least no one could deny that he had truly gigantic muscles. Of course, hopefully one of them would be nice enough to find that spook so the wish could be reversed. After all, there is such a thing as too big, and he had passed that some time ago. But at least it wouldn’t be too bad. Hopefully some nice (and cute girls) will be kind enough to give him a belly rub. After all, there was always plenty of Mott to go around.