Bit of spontaneous writing with bulging bellies as the theme. Involved Tycho, Anders, and Lane since I couldn't settle on who I wanted to see get fat and went with all three :3

Tycho and Anders return from a failed mission with bulging bellies, though their gluttonous night isn't over...

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Fattening Misadventure
By: Indi

“...and of course with my busted leg I was utterly helpless, so all I could do was eat and eat and eat!”

Floorboards creaked as heavy steps echoed in the tavern. The belly of the dark green gator/snake hybrid they belonged to was an immense, taut ball miraculously covered by scale mail armor. While the rest of his body certainly wasn’t lean, it also wasn’t nearly fat enough to match his bulging middle. He could only have obtained it by gorging to a ridiculous degree.

“Now don’t get me wrong, the food was amazing—and so was the pampering—but it gets kind of boring being a dragon’s personal pudgy plaything for a whole year. Took a whole crew of clerics to slim me down once I was rescued!”

Following behind the gator snake was an equally rotund lion, their belly fully exposed. While their companion appeared relatively cheerful, the lion was frowning and frequently glaring at their middle. “I don’t understand how you can possibly be in such a good mood right now Anders.”

“Huh? What’s there to be moody about Tycho?” Anders turned, and his gut knocked a passing server right over. Thankfully they hadn’t been carrying anything but empty mugs at the time, and recovered quickly.

“That!” Tycho pointed to Anders’ middle. “And this!” He lifted his own in both paws, which shook as they held the doughy, stuffed mass. When he let go it wobbled wildly, and he blushed. “We’ve been stuffed, and not only that, but we’re definitely still getting rounder, even after we escaped!”

“It’s just a little curse, nothing to freak out about.”

“It won’t be little once we’re immobile. We should be finding a cleric to deal with it, not hanging out at a tavern!” Fuming only jiggled the lion’s gut more, and the movement clearly flustered him. He made a pitiful effort to cover it with what remained of his vest and tunic, but it simply wasn’t possible.

“Oh lighten up.” Anders snorted. “We’ve had a rough night—we deserve a break.” Anders continued heading towards the table with the widest chairs. Tycho tried protesting, but soon gave up and followed, exasperated by his ordeal.

Fortunately the tavern was used to serving hefty clientele, and the pair were able to carefully lower themselves into chairs that didn’t groan or immediately collapse beneath them. Before Anders had even sat down he’d managed to catch a server and order two of everything on the menu—ale included. Tycho gave his friend a look of utter disbelief, but before he could say a word a familiar chuckling gained both their attentions.

A fat owl with a lute strapped to his back waddled around the table, smiling wide and looking at the two stuffed patrons. “I see you’ve both been eating well tonight! I expect that of Anders, but it’s a pleasant surprise seeing you embrace the wide life, Tycho~” The owl prodded Tycho’s gut with a talon, easily dodging the sluggish swipe aimed at it.

“None of this was willing, Lane!” Tycho insisted, though one of his paws had started to idly rub his middle.

“Well now I’m intrigued. What the heck happened?”

“Oof, where to begin,” Anders said with amusement. “Well we were on a mission to investigate some abandoned theater—people kept hearing singing late at night and thought it was haunted. So we go there expecting ghosts, and instead find a whole gang of singing kobolds. Got serenaded with some strange, catchy tune about how we deserved to feast and get fat. They overwhelmed us and we got force-fed the whole time they were singing! Damn good food though, made it hard to not eat.”

Lane laughed for a moment, before stopping, deep in thought. “That sounds...oddly familiar. Did the song rhyme a lot? And maybe involve a kobold named Fletch?”

Anders snapped and pointed at Lane. “Yeah! That was the name of the kobold leading them. Fletch’s Company I think. And lots of rhyming. Still got the chorus stuck in my head: ‘Don’t stop now, there’s always another platter; have your fill, get fatter and fatter!’.”

As soon as he’d finished singing the lines both his and Tycho’s stomachs growled loudly and started to swell, as if they were still glutting. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to make them noticeably larger.

“Damn it Anders, stop singing it!” Tycho was pushing at his belly, trying in vain to compact the new bulk down. He failed, of course.

“That definitely sounds like Fletch. We went to bardic college together. He always did have a passion for fattening people—and don’t let that small frame fool ya, he could eat me under the table most days too! Honestly I’m surprised you’re both still mobile. I know I never was after one of his musical feedings.”

Tycho grunted as he adjusted to handle his newest heft. “Well we would be immobile and still back at that dumb theater if I hadn’t managed to activate an emergency teleport stone on me. And even then Anders wanted to go back!”

“The food was good, can you blame me?”

“Yes!” Tycho blushed again as he felt his belly shake just from talking. “We need to get this spell undone before we end up massive anyway. The weight I’ll gain from this is already gonna be too much!”

Just then a hoard of servers arrived with Anders’ order. The large table was quickly covered in food and pitchers of ale, enough to satisfy everyone in the tavern. Tycho looked upon the feast as if it’d personally insulted him. Anders simply dug in as if he’d been starving. There was hesitation from Tycho, but the lingering effects of the kobolds’ song ensured he’d give in to temptation. Soon he was gorging as well.

“That must really be a strong spell,” Lane laughed, enjoying the gluttony of his friends.

“It’s the strongest compulsion spell I’ve ever been under!” Anders managed in between bites. “Makes you really like eating, though, so it’s not too bad.”

“Speak for yourself!” Tycho said. His face shifted rapidly between annoyance and joy, the lion conflicted. “Lane, you know songs that counter other songs, right?”

“I know a couple, can’t really say it’s my strength, though. And Fletch’s stuff has always been top notch,” Lane said, watching Tycho devour an entire pie in seconds.

Together Anders and Tycho had cleared out a considerable amount of food already, their bellies swollen even rounder than when they’d entered. At the rate they were going standing back up would be difficult, maybe even impossible.

“J-Just try, before I end up ordering seconds!” Tycho nearly begged.

Lane relented, mainly because he was curious to see if he could actually counter one of Fletch’s spells. He took out his lute and plucked a few cords, trying to get a feel for the spell’s aura. When he finally began to play it was a jaunty tune, devoid of singing but pleasant enough. It was cut short by a surprised hoot.

The music ended, and Lane’s sizable middle started swelling to match that of the others. He felt the weight of it. It was like he was being stuffed with food. Instead of panicking, Lane simply shook his head. “Impressive, Fletch actually weaved a defensive spell into the song. I think it might be mirroring the effects on both of you, so guess mobility’s out of the question tonight!”

The owl’s belly swelled right onto the table, threatening to push away the empty plates and mugs and tip the whole thing over. Lane grabbed his gut and waddled backwards, slowly, so he had room to grow. The seams of his tunic tore, prompting a chuckling hoot. The weight gradually forced Lane to his knees, and he adjusted his position so that he was resting atop his now immense belly, using it like a chair. Of course the hunger struck him as well, and he began reaching for food even before he’d stopped growing.

Tycho pouted as he watched Lane fatten, his one hope of not ending up a butterball gone. The failure didn’t weaken his appetite at all. If anything the addition of Lane to the table made him eat swifter, as if he were afraid the owl would eat it all. Another effect of the spell Tycho could recognize but do nothing about.

“I still think we should find a cleric after dinner,” Tycho grumbled as he glutted.

Anders was busy flagging down a server to order another round of everything. “Sure, sure. I wonder if the tavern will bring out a keg or three. I’ve suddenly got a real strong thirst.”

“I’ve ordered one before, so I’m sure there’s some in the back!” Lane said. “Wow this spell really makes everything taste twice as good as usual. Oh this reminds me of when Fletch once fattened an entire lecture hall—including the professor!”

Anders grinned and Tycho frowned, but both ate. They’d be doing a lot of eating that night, and then a lot of sleeping as they digested the feasts within them into pound upon pound of soft, doughy pudge. At least they’d get a good story out of the fattening misadventure.