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I've never gotten around to writing it before, but petrification is another one of my many interests! Since I was also in the mood for round lions I decided to combo petrification and inflation. Includes implied permanency :3
When Olimeo is ordered to sculpt a spherical lion statue on short notice, he's forced to rely on petrifying an unlucky "volunteer"...
The New Lion Fountain
By: Indi
Olimeo stared intently at the small glass before him as he slowly stirred its contents. The orange snake always had a slightly stern look on his face, which only intensified when he concentrated on work. A sculptor by trade, his peers liked to say he could carve a statue from stone simply by staring at it.
The exaggeration never really bothered him.
A hard knock at the open door echoed throughout the room, catching Olimeo’s attention but not disrupting his stirring in the least.
“Enter!”
The lion who had knocked complied, approaching Olimeo with obvious unease. “Hello sir, my name is Marco. I’m, uh, I’m here to pose for the statue?”
Olimeo removed the stirring stick from his glass and turned to his guest.
Marco froze in the face of the sculptor’s gaze like a cornered prey. He was a modest bookkeeper, and still couldn’t quite believe he was actually in a palace of the King before a prominent sculptor whose work he’d seen in plazas all over the city. And all because a pair of Olimeo’s students had insisted he was perfect for a job.
As the lion silently worried, Olimeo quietly circled him, looking over every inch of his subject. “Those two did a good job scouting you—you’re a passable match for King August.”
“King August? I just assumed you were sculpting a regular old lion, not the King. I can’t possibly be a match for his Majesty!” Marco insisted. He chose not to bring up the fact the king was also a fair deal plumper than him.
“The subject matter of the statue allows for considerable flexibility—enough that you’ll serve nicely. Besides, the King is too busy.”
Marco didn’t wish to press the matter further. “Oh, alright then. What exactly do you need me to do?”
“There’s a set of robes behind that screen over there, along with a crown and jewels to mimic those of the King. Change into them.”
There was no hesitation this time as Marco hurried over and got dressed. The clothing was fancier than anything he’d ever owned—or hoped to own for that matter. Wearing the whole ensemble felt strange yet nice all at once.
After a few adjustments from Olimeo he was ushered out through a few corridors. Eventually the pair reached a somewhat secluded courtyard. It was dominated by what was clearly supposed to be the circular pool for a fountain. At the center was a raised base, likely meant for a statue.
“Marco I need you to stand in the very middle of that stone platform. The basin should be dry, but keep an eye out for any puddles just in case. I’d like to avoid the robes getting messy.”
Again Marco complied. He was getting good at following orders. He was followed closely by Olimeo, who still carried the glass he hadn’t a single sip from. Marco didn’t care to question it.
The lion was carefully arranged on the pedestal by Olimeo with seemingly pointless precision. During the process Marco realized there didn’t seem to be any blocks of stone or easels in sight, the sort of things he thought might be necessary if he were posing for a statue. Maybe they would arrive later, and Olimeo was testing poses to begin with?
But in the end Olimeo merely had Marco stand still and straight.
“Good, good.” Olimeo held out the glass. “Now drink this. It’ll help you relax and make the experience go smoothly.”
Marco begrudgingly accepted the drink. He took a cautious sip at first, surprised to find it tasted little different from regular water. At least that made gulping down the rest easy.
The lion was just about to ask what to do next when a wave of dizziness abruptly hit him. Marco swayed slightly, but managed to remain standing. The sensation didn’t swiftly pass as he’d hoped. It lingered, unlike anything he’d ever dealt with before.
Being woozy was soon the least of his worries.
Without warning Marco’s flat middle began to balloon outward. He noticed almost right away, mesmerized by the sight of his steadily growing belly. There wasn’t any weight to it and he didn’t feel full—just a bit bloated.
“What...what’s happening?” Marco mumbled, having trouble speaking.
“Nothing to worry about, just a little inflation. The King is fond of being spherical, something about showing off his rotund glory I guess. He requested the statue for the new fountain capture him at his absolute roundest.” Olimeo’s voice was soothing despite his serious expression, deterring Marco’s concerns for the time being
There was nothing Marco could do but stand as still as possible and watch as he got rounder and rounder with each passing second.
The robes Marco wore were stretching to fit him. Not a single seam tore and they never felt remotely tight, even once he was sporting a sizable ball gut.
Marco’s wonder in their durability was apparent enough for Olimeo to chime in. “The clothing’s enchanted of course. After all, even as an orb a king needs to be dressed regally. The same is true for the golden rings and chains. I’ve heard King August actually has entire outfits that are exclusively worn when he’s a sphere—the designs are meant to be seen stretched out over his taut surface.”
The factoid only barely registered in Marco’s mind, the lion’s daze getting worse.
Marco’s hide creaked faintly as he swelled. He didn’t feel like he was about to pop, though, and Olimeo was always ready with reassurances that everything was going fine.
Inflation wasn’t exactly an uncommon pastime in the city—and many indulged in it to mimic their frequently-round king. Marco himself had never inflated before, and the normally slim lion wasn’t sure how he felt about being so...so round.
“H-How long am I gonna be inflated for?” Marco asked, arms going rigid as they puffed up as well. It was getting harder and harder to not feel like a big balloon.
“You’ll get used to it quickly. There’s no need to worry.”
It wasn’t the answer Marco was hoping for, but he wasn’t in any condition to complain. Just trying to think straight was a chore.
As Marco’s body became more spherical his limbs were enveloped. The belt he wore wasn’t stretching as much as before, digging ever-so-slightly into the lion’s massive middle. On his robe the buttons strained some, too, allowing gaps to form that revealed his furry chest.
Olimeo nodded in approval at the hints of strain. “Good, the enchantment came out wonderfully. The clothes have to seem like they’re struggling to contain the King’s girth at least a little.”
A weak nod from Marco, as if to agree.
The lion continued to creak and swell and blimp. Inevitably he reached an ideal spherical form, with only his puffy paws and head jutting from its surface. He was utterly docile.
“We’re almost finished Marco. I need you to hold your paws still and look straight ahead. Then open your mouth wide, as if you’re roaring.”
Marco did so without question, without really thinking. If Olimeo had ordered him to roll off a cliff he’d have done his best to comply.
From his pocket Olimeo retrieved a tiny vial, and fitted it over a fang. With some effort he squeezed enough venom out to fill it. Olimeo gave the vial a tiny shake, then poured it directly on some of Marco’s exposed flesh.
The venom dried instantly, leaving a milky white stain--which rapidly began to spread.
The tiny splotch became a large splash. It had the appearance of white marble, and affected both fur and clothes alike. Creaking accompanied its spread, different from when Marco’s hide was being stretched. Marco also felt a growing chill.
The unfortunate lion was turning to stone.
Olimeo watched Marco’s gradual petrification closely. It was important the lion didn’t make any unnecessary movements that might ruin the future statue’s pose. So far he was cooperating.
Though Olimeo was a perfectly legitimate sculptor, King August had demanded his new statue be completed immediately. Such a deadline meant resorting to using his petrification venom. He was always less proud of such work, even going as far as to generally ignore it.
The King, though, didn’t care, and saying no to him simply wasn’t an option. There was also the fact the gold helped keep Olimeo’s studio afloat.
Marco dutifully maintained his pose until the very end, even as he hardened into pristine marble. There were no whines, no gasps of horror. Just silence as his face was frozen permanently.
With the petrification complete, Olimeo performed a final examination of the new statue. He didn’t find any creases on the marble robes, all the jewelry was firmly in place, and Marcus’ expression was as symmetrical as he could hope for.
It was one of his most successful transformations to date.
“Well Marco, congratulations on a job well done,” Olimeo said. “Barring any unfortunate accidents you’ll be beautifying the courtyard for decades to come. Maybe even centuries. That’s quite the legacy!”
For a moment he pretended the statue’s roaring grin was in response to his praise.
Eager to get back to more passionate projects, Olimeo headed out, leaving behind the spherical lion statue that had been a normal bookkeeper a short while before...
When Olimeo is ordered to sculpt a spherical lion statue on short notice, he's forced to rely on petrifying an unlucky "volunteer"...
The New Lion Fountain
By: Indi
Olimeo stared intently at the small glass before him as he slowly stirred its contents. The orange snake always had a slightly stern look on his face, which only intensified when he concentrated on work. A sculptor by trade, his peers liked to say he could carve a statue from stone simply by staring at it.
The exaggeration never really bothered him.
A hard knock at the open door echoed throughout the room, catching Olimeo’s attention but not disrupting his stirring in the least.
“Enter!”
The lion who had knocked complied, approaching Olimeo with obvious unease. “Hello sir, my name is Marco. I’m, uh, I’m here to pose for the statue?”
Olimeo removed the stirring stick from his glass and turned to his guest.
Marco froze in the face of the sculptor’s gaze like a cornered prey. He was a modest bookkeeper, and still couldn’t quite believe he was actually in a palace of the King before a prominent sculptor whose work he’d seen in plazas all over the city. And all because a pair of Olimeo’s students had insisted he was perfect for a job.
As the lion silently worried, Olimeo quietly circled him, looking over every inch of his subject. “Those two did a good job scouting you—you’re a passable match for King August.”
“King August? I just assumed you were sculpting a regular old lion, not the King. I can’t possibly be a match for his Majesty!” Marco insisted. He chose not to bring up the fact the king was also a fair deal plumper than him.
“The subject matter of the statue allows for considerable flexibility—enough that you’ll serve nicely. Besides, the King is too busy.”
Marco didn’t wish to press the matter further. “Oh, alright then. What exactly do you need me to do?”
“There’s a set of robes behind that screen over there, along with a crown and jewels to mimic those of the King. Change into them.”
There was no hesitation this time as Marco hurried over and got dressed. The clothing was fancier than anything he’d ever owned—or hoped to own for that matter. Wearing the whole ensemble felt strange yet nice all at once.
After a few adjustments from Olimeo he was ushered out through a few corridors. Eventually the pair reached a somewhat secluded courtyard. It was dominated by what was clearly supposed to be the circular pool for a fountain. At the center was a raised base, likely meant for a statue.
“Marco I need you to stand in the very middle of that stone platform. The basin should be dry, but keep an eye out for any puddles just in case. I’d like to avoid the robes getting messy.”
Again Marco complied. He was getting good at following orders. He was followed closely by Olimeo, who still carried the glass he hadn’t a single sip from. Marco didn’t care to question it.
The lion was carefully arranged on the pedestal by Olimeo with seemingly pointless precision. During the process Marco realized there didn’t seem to be any blocks of stone or easels in sight, the sort of things he thought might be necessary if he were posing for a statue. Maybe they would arrive later, and Olimeo was testing poses to begin with?
But in the end Olimeo merely had Marco stand still and straight.
“Good, good.” Olimeo held out the glass. “Now drink this. It’ll help you relax and make the experience go smoothly.”
Marco begrudgingly accepted the drink. He took a cautious sip at first, surprised to find it tasted little different from regular water. At least that made gulping down the rest easy.
The lion was just about to ask what to do next when a wave of dizziness abruptly hit him. Marco swayed slightly, but managed to remain standing. The sensation didn’t swiftly pass as he’d hoped. It lingered, unlike anything he’d ever dealt with before.
Being woozy was soon the least of his worries.
Without warning Marco’s flat middle began to balloon outward. He noticed almost right away, mesmerized by the sight of his steadily growing belly. There wasn’t any weight to it and he didn’t feel full—just a bit bloated.
“What...what’s happening?” Marco mumbled, having trouble speaking.
“Nothing to worry about, just a little inflation. The King is fond of being spherical, something about showing off his rotund glory I guess. He requested the statue for the new fountain capture him at his absolute roundest.” Olimeo’s voice was soothing despite his serious expression, deterring Marco’s concerns for the time being
There was nothing Marco could do but stand as still as possible and watch as he got rounder and rounder with each passing second.
The robes Marco wore were stretching to fit him. Not a single seam tore and they never felt remotely tight, even once he was sporting a sizable ball gut.
Marco’s wonder in their durability was apparent enough for Olimeo to chime in. “The clothing’s enchanted of course. After all, even as an orb a king needs to be dressed regally. The same is true for the golden rings and chains. I’ve heard King August actually has entire outfits that are exclusively worn when he’s a sphere—the designs are meant to be seen stretched out over his taut surface.”
The factoid only barely registered in Marco’s mind, the lion’s daze getting worse.
Marco’s hide creaked faintly as he swelled. He didn’t feel like he was about to pop, though, and Olimeo was always ready with reassurances that everything was going fine.
Inflation wasn’t exactly an uncommon pastime in the city—and many indulged in it to mimic their frequently-round king. Marco himself had never inflated before, and the normally slim lion wasn’t sure how he felt about being so...so round.
“H-How long am I gonna be inflated for?” Marco asked, arms going rigid as they puffed up as well. It was getting harder and harder to not feel like a big balloon.
“You’ll get used to it quickly. There’s no need to worry.”
It wasn’t the answer Marco was hoping for, but he wasn’t in any condition to complain. Just trying to think straight was a chore.
As Marco’s body became more spherical his limbs were enveloped. The belt he wore wasn’t stretching as much as before, digging ever-so-slightly into the lion’s massive middle. On his robe the buttons strained some, too, allowing gaps to form that revealed his furry chest.
Olimeo nodded in approval at the hints of strain. “Good, the enchantment came out wonderfully. The clothes have to seem like they’re struggling to contain the King’s girth at least a little.”
A weak nod from Marco, as if to agree.
The lion continued to creak and swell and blimp. Inevitably he reached an ideal spherical form, with only his puffy paws and head jutting from its surface. He was utterly docile.
“We’re almost finished Marco. I need you to hold your paws still and look straight ahead. Then open your mouth wide, as if you’re roaring.”
Marco did so without question, without really thinking. If Olimeo had ordered him to roll off a cliff he’d have done his best to comply.
From his pocket Olimeo retrieved a tiny vial, and fitted it over a fang. With some effort he squeezed enough venom out to fill it. Olimeo gave the vial a tiny shake, then poured it directly on some of Marco’s exposed flesh.
The venom dried instantly, leaving a milky white stain--which rapidly began to spread.
The tiny splotch became a large splash. It had the appearance of white marble, and affected both fur and clothes alike. Creaking accompanied its spread, different from when Marco’s hide was being stretched. Marco also felt a growing chill.
The unfortunate lion was turning to stone.
Olimeo watched Marco’s gradual petrification closely. It was important the lion didn’t make any unnecessary movements that might ruin the future statue’s pose. So far he was cooperating.
Though Olimeo was a perfectly legitimate sculptor, King August had demanded his new statue be completed immediately. Such a deadline meant resorting to using his petrification venom. He was always less proud of such work, even going as far as to generally ignore it.
The King, though, didn’t care, and saying no to him simply wasn’t an option. There was also the fact the gold helped keep Olimeo’s studio afloat.
Marco dutifully maintained his pose until the very end, even as he hardened into pristine marble. There were no whines, no gasps of horror. Just silence as his face was frozen permanently.
With the petrification complete, Olimeo performed a final examination of the new statue. He didn’t find any creases on the marble robes, all the jewelry was firmly in place, and Marcus’ expression was as symmetrical as he could hope for.
It was one of his most successful transformations to date.
“Well Marco, congratulations on a job well done,” Olimeo said. “Barring any unfortunate accidents you’ll be beautifying the courtyard for decades to come. Maybe even centuries. That’s quite the legacy!”
For a moment he pretended the statue’s roaring grin was in response to his praise.
Eager to get back to more passionate projects, Olimeo headed out, leaving behind the spherical lion statue that had been a normal bookkeeper a short while before...
Category Story / Inflation
Species Lion
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