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32 of 50! This was a holiday story for brokendestiny starring Iskandar and Napoleon from the Fate series. They get into an impromptu contest to see who makes the better Santa Claus, but things start to change when one of them decides to take things to a more decisive level.
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Iskandar flipped through the pages of the magazine he was reading. He seemed to be completely engrossed in it, so much so that he didn’t even notice Napoleon walking in. The Frenchman stood just in front of the doorway for a few seconds before clearing his throat to signify that he was there. He waited for another few seconds before sighing and speaking up “Iskandar! You do know that I’m right here, don’t you?”
“Ah!” said the taller man, sitting upright in his seat. “I knew you were there, I was just giving you the false sense of surprise, that’s all” he laughed, bashfully tucking his magazine back away behind him.
“Eh? What was that you had there?” inquired Napoleon, stepping closer to Iskandar.
“It’s just some idle reading to pass the time. Nothing that would interest-“ started the Rider, trying to play off the fact he just so happened to be on a page riddled with imagery that might give away a plan of his for the holidays. At first, Napoleon just seemed a little confused by why he was looking at a spread of Santa outfits that were advertised for sale. As the gears started to turn in Napoleon’s head though, he furrowed his brow slightly before responding with a sigh;
“Alors… you have perhaps stolen my idea” he muttered while shaking his head. “But I suppose that it is not that original. You were thinking of going out as Santa, were you not?”
Iskandar laughed a little as he had his plan laid out so quickly. “Yeah, that’s right! Jeez, I knew you were a quick-thinker, but to guess it just like that? That’s kinda scary…” he said with a twinge of nervousness in his voice. “That page I was looking at is an ad for a local place that sells Santa suits, so I was gonna go pick one up before they left.”
“In Chaldea?” asked Napoleon, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah! Read it, they come by every winter to sell their wares.”
The shorter man stroked his chin as he processed the situation a bit more. “Wait. You seemed so startled over me seeing that magazine, and yet… you seem oddly calm now.” He never could quite wrap his head around some of the Rider’s impulsive behavior.
“Heh, I mean, look at me! I’ve already got the advantage!” he boomed, flexing his muscles and making a point to highlight his fuller facial hair.
“I… what?” said Napoleon, lost for a second. He then realized that Iskandar was challenging him to something of a contest. “Do you really think that you have the victory just because you’re bigger than I am?” he demanded.
Iskandar laughed. “He’s not known for being so trim, now is he?”
“Oh, we’ll see about that…” muttered Napoleon as another idea started to form in his head. He knew that normally, he’d be at the disadvantage. But he was a resourceful man, and knew of a few ways to ensure his victory. “Why don’t we go get the suits and find out then, shall we?”
It wasn’t a very long trek for either of them to make their way down to the temporary store that had the suits. The two of them were a little confused by the selection, with all of the suits being the exact same. They checked with the shopkeeper and were told that what they offered were “one size fits all” coats, since their clientele were so varied in body size. The two decided that they may as well buy them regardless, and stepped outside to try them on.
Both of the men soon learned that perhaps it was a bit too generous of a description for the coats. Iskandar’s coat only fit around his shoulders, and Napoleon’s made him look tiny in comparison. “Well, this didn’t exactly go the way I was expecting…” muttered the smaller of the two. In the reflection of the glass, it was clear as day that he was hundreds of pounds too skinny to even look the part. His original plan to simply stuff the suit with padding material wasn’t going to cut it if his face and hands gave away the illusion so readily.
“Aww, don’t be so sad maybe if you ate a little more, you’ll be able to catch up by next year!” said Iskandar.
“You don’t look that much better” retorted Napoleon as he took the suit back off and slung it over his shoulder. “I have some business to attend to, so I’ll catch up with you later” he said as he went his separate way from Iskandar. He didn’t think that he’d have to resort to his backup plan so soon, but he knew that he’d never hear the end of it from the Rider if he just gave up right then and there. He walked down the chilly hallways of Chaldea and entered the experimental sector where the Casters usually worked.
It was a weekend, so there wasn’t anyone around, making Napoleon’s quest simple. Peeking through the doors, he entered one that was labelled “Human Transfiguration”. He was sure that he could find something that would fix his little “predicament” inside. Although he didn’t have a strong background in the sciences, he took a look through the various binders of data to see if there was anything that would have the effect he desired. Height enhancement, hair color changes, even teeth whitening. Almost everything he could imagine was listed as a research target.
A grin etched itself onto his face as he neared the end of the binder he was reading, in the “W” section. He was in awe at the before and after pictures that were in the report, and started to search through the cabinets for the potions corresponding to the experiment. He only pulled out one to start, but he realized that if he only brought one back, Iskandar might overpower him and take most of it for himself. Taking down a second bottle, he immediately uncorked it and took a healthy swig out of it. With a bit of extra space in the bottle, he replaced some of its missing contents with the full bottle’s until they were both even.
“There. I’ll have the advantage and Iskandar wouldn’t know a thing…” he said confidently as he put everything back in place before leaving the room. As confident as he was, he had failed to properly read over the report, missing the note that the effects of the potion weren’t temporary. After a few minutes of moseying through Chaldea’s halls, he returned to Iskandar’s quarters with his things in hand. His heart started to beat quickly as he felt an odd sensation begin to wash over his body. If he wanted to keep his “advantage” over Iskandar a secret, he’d need to act quickly before the anticipated changes would become visible on his trim frame.
Turning the handle, he stepped inside and called out; “Iskandar! I’ve got a little ‘solution’ to our problem!” A few seconds later, the red-headed man stepped into the main room, dressed in some of his casual wear. “Heh! Took you long enough! For a second I thought you were running away” he said with a playful expression on his face.
“Hardly” responded Napoleon, getting a little red in the face as he started to feel what must have been the effects of the concoction he downed a few minutes ago. “Anyways. I stopped by one of the Caster workshops to ‘borrow’ something that would make these suits fit just a little better” he said, showing the two evenly-sized potions to Iskandar. The latter’s eyes widened as he got the gist of what Napoleon was getting at.
Too excited by the thought of it to look too far into what Napoleon’s plan was or why he was being so forward, Iskandar readily took one of the potions and chugged it down without a second thought. Feeling that his middle was definitely not as firm as it used to be, Napoleon quickly followed suit before his advantage would be found out. The two men set the empty bottles on the nearby shelf and simply waited for a little while.
Iskandar spoke up a little over a minute later; “I think its starting! For a second I thought you were just bluffing!” boomed the giant of a man, lowering a hand to his belly. Just as he predicted, he could feel the crevasses in his musculature slowly begin to fill in as fat slowly accumulated onto his frame. “That’s- that’s great!” stammered Napoleon. He had already been growing a bit beforehand, but now he didn’t need to be on-guard to make sure his budding pudge was kept out of sight.
Standing up a little straighter, he let out a small gasp as he felt his belly push up against the buttons of his undercoat. It wasn’t anything more than a starting belly at that point, but the few extra inches were enough to make a noticeable difference in the fit of his shirt. Thankfully, Iskandar seemed to be mainly concerned with his own spontaneous growth, which gave Napoleon an opportunity to examine himself without needing to worry about any potential comments from his friendly rival.
At first, the only part of his gaining that he took much note of was his belly as it slowly filled up with soft dough, but perhaps that was because of how fast it had started to squish up against his coat. A little more time passed as the two men’s expansion started to progress past the point of a simple layer of fat to territory that was noticeable even through their outfits. Slowly but surely, there were signs of their outfits hugging their budding curves more and more with every passing second as the main effects of the potions began.
Considering he started with a portion of the strange mixture about ten minutes beforehand, Napoleon was the first to start to feel some of the more unavoidable effects of the potion. While the growth of his belly hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down, a much more embarrassing problem was starting to arise as his early signs of pudge blossomed into an increasingly thick layer of fat. He was already a bit red in the face from having to experience the changes in front of Iskandar but he blushed even deeper as he felt the fabric of his pants start to pull itself tight around his legs and ass.
Peering down to examine himself, he let out a faint gasp to see that his thigh gap was vanishing right before his very eyes, as each of his legs widened, inch by inch. He felt the back of his coat start to lift off his frame as something pushed it backwards and away from him. Turning his head to see what it was, he let out a slightly louder gasp at the sight. It was none other than his own rump that was doing the job. Each of his previously perky cheeks must have nearly doubled in size already, and based on how the rest of him was growing, it was very unlikely to stop just there.
Hearing his rival’s yelp of surprise, Iskandar turned his attention away from himself for the moment and looked over to Napoleon. It took him a moment to notice what was wrong, the rider’s eyes having to do a double take at the noticeably softer man before him. He smirked a little as he saw what the problem was. He let out one of his confident laughs and offered some emotional support; “Don’t be so upset, Napoleon! I’ve been experiencing a similar effect!” he said jovially as he stood up. For the moment his weight distribution was a little more even than Napoleon’s was, but as he turned around, he showed off that he was hardly lacking in the butt either.
“Oh, it’s easy for you to play it off like nothing!” stammered Napoleon now that the spotlight was on him. He should have expected that it would happen eventually, considering he was going to make it a contest between him and Iskandar. But in the moment he was coming to realize the implications of his impulsive decision. He got a little frazzled over feeling himself start to edge into the territory of being decidedly chubby instead of just a bit husky.
His belly was impossible to suck in anymore, the round mass sticking out in front of him by about half a foot while it hung down just a little over his waistband. It wasn’t quite big enough to be befitting of a Santa, but it pushed at the buttons just enough to start making the fabric around them pucker from the increasing force applied to them. His chest and arms were also catching up, buried under an inch or two of extra flab and filling out the other parts of his coat. While he bashfully looked down at himself, he was only made more flustered as he felt his neck thickening, a roll starting to push up against his jawline gently.
As he had been growing anxious over, it was becoming increasingly apparent that the majority of the pounds were settling on his lower half. His thighs were already starting to press up against each other as each of them steadily approached the point of being twice as wide as they started as. Apprehensively reaching a hand back to his ass, he gritted his teeth as he felt the cheek swelling out against his palm. He guessed that he could have easily filled out an entire chair by then, or could have been too big for ones with armrests on them. Even his calves were taking on a considerable amount of added mass, filling out his pants just as readily and starting to push the leather of his boots outwards.
Not wanting to have all the attention on him as he ballooned with fat, Napoleon got the impromptu idea to turn the topic onto Iskandar; “Why don’t you have a look at yourself? You’re looking how you might wind up in a few years, with how much you eat at buffets!”
Iskandar laughed nonchalantly at Napoleon’s remark. He was enjoying himself far more than his shorter friend, and had to be honest with himself in that he didn’t think he’d mind too much if he did wind up being on the heavy side in the end. “You know, I might be!” he said. “But I think you should be a little worried, it looks like I’m catching up to you.” Even if he didn’t have the sneaky advantage that Napoleon had, his substantial height difference was making it look like he was taking the lead. Gone was his normally muscular physique, how looking like a powerlifter’s build at best.
The rider’s weight must have been at least twice it used to be. Every part of him was looking quite soft, and the fact that he was playfully jiggling his newfound rolls only made it more and more apparent. His imposing visage was much rounder, a thick second chin peeking out from beneath his beard, and his cheeks bouncing with every chuckle he made. His shirt didn’t have the same excess fabric that Napoleon’s coat did, and it was already starting to ride up his sizeable gut as its fuzzy mass spilled out the bottom of it.
His beefy chest had become swallowed up in a heavy layer of chub, each of his pecs were now clearly moobs, their softness pushing out against the top of his shirt and causing the art on it to distort. His arms weren’t as jiggly as Napoleon’s were thanks to the big muscles he had underneath, but their definition was completely gone, wobbling just a little bit as he poked and prodded his belly and hips. Not too dissimilar to Napoleon, it was clear that he had something of a natural disposition to having his weight skewed towards his lower half.
It wasn’t quite as dramatic as his rival’s was, but his ass was feeling far more constricted than the archer’s was. The denim of his jeans was far less flexible than that of pants that Napoleon was wearing, and the pressure from them was unable to stretch the blue fabric any further. Being the weakest part of the jeans, the seams started to pull apart and the stiches were ready to tear at any moment, small little peeks of Iskandar’s thighs peeking out between the many threads. Part of him was excited by the prospect of growing too big for his clothes as it would surely mean his victory against Napoleon, but he would be brought back down to earth as he saw how his rival was progressing out of the corner of his eye.
Napoleon had gained what must have been another hundred pounds in that short timeframe, if not two hundred. His whole frame had become beautifully blubbery and was nearly as wide as he was tall. Like Iskandar, his belly had mostly spilled out of the bottom of his coat, being nearly the size of a yoga ball and gently swaying on its own. A number of the buttons on his coat had already popped off, only the ones at the top holding on, and just barely. His chest had also ballooned quite a bit, pushing up and out the top of the coat, a notable crease in between his much fuller moobs.
Most importantly, his pear shape had become undeniable, with his hips sticking out as the broadest part of him by about half a foot on both sides. His legs had become almost as wide as his torso, forcing him to stand with his legs apart by a fair bit. Even if his pants were managing to keep together in one piece, his booty was far too big to be contained by the stretched-out fabric. Each of his cheeks had pushed back far enough that they peeked out the top of his pants, the waistband digging down a few inches across their curvature.
As massive as he already was, Napoleon begun to grow a little panicked as he felt that the growth wasn’t stopping just yet. Realizing that he had failed to give the document about the potions a thorough read, he had two growing concerns. The first was that he didn’t know if it would be permanent or not, or how long it might even last. The second was one that made itself present before he could process his thoughts, as a loud tearing noise started to echo through the room.
Feeling that his thighs were exposed, he muttered to himself over what to do. But the destruction of his outfit wouldn’t stop there, as the final buttons on his coat popped off and the seat of his pants began to split right down the middle. He exclaimed “S-sacrebleu!” at the development, getting the reddest in the face he had ever been as he was left just in his underwear with Iskandar. Though he wouldn’t be alone, as a symphony of rips were heard across the room, leaving the taller of the two in a similar state.
Seeing that his friend was panicked, Iskandar took the initiative to help Napoleon calm down some. “You know, it’s a good look for you! People look up to big guys as leaders, right?” he said encouragingly, waddling over to him. Even if Napoleon didn’t see it for himself, the warm tone of Iskandar’s voice was convincing enough. The redheaded man approached and gently applied some playful pats here and there, complimenting Napoleon on his figure and how good he looked in his current form.
Napoleon almost instinctively denied it, but he knew that Iskandar was being sincere. It took a little bit for him to warm up to the idea of being so… large when he had spent all of his current life so trim. He had to admit to himself though, that it felt just as good as the rider was making it out to be. Every little movement that Iskandar made on him sent jiggles across the rest of his body. Iskandar was very much enjoying himself as well. There was so much surface area on his rival that it was hard for him to get a good feel of everywhere, and the parts he was playfully patting where soft like a luxurious pillow. After a little longer, a smirk wrote itself onto Napoleon’s face. “As much as I appreciate it, your flattery won’t help you win, my friend. See, I had a little bit of an… advantage. You’ll see soon enough.”
Iskandar stood there for a second in a bit of confusion. He and Napoleon were about the same size, yet it seemed that his friend was still growing despite how large he already was. His belly slowly expanded to the point where it stuck out a few feet in front of him and hung down to his knees. His face was wide with very pinchable cheeks, and his arms grew to be too big for even someone like Iskandar to wrap his hands around.
Most eye-catching of it all though, was the fact that his ample hips had grown even wider. They stuck out an extra foot or so from both his sides, and his backside jutted out behind him just as much as his belly did in front. His thighs were almost wide enough to fill a doorway, and even the archer’s boots were threatening to tear from how chunky his calves were. Overall, it was quite clear that Napoleon had won the little contest he had with Iskandar, being at least a hundred pounds heavier than the much taller man.
As his growth came to a close, there was another matter that was coming to Napoleon’s mind. The reason why the two formerly muscled men had gone through such changes in the first place. “Well, why don’t we try on the suits, then? They’re the same size, so whoever has a better fit will be the winner.”
“Hah! You’re just proportionally larger, I’m sure I still have more mass than you!” boomed Iskandar as he stomped over to the couch to pick up his jacket. It was a much better fit than it was before, showing no risk of falling back off of him and actually showing his much rounder silhouette off beneath the fabric. Feeling triumphant, he turned around and showed off a bit, as if he had the small victory already.
Rolling his eyes and smirking, Napoleon took his own coat and started to put it on. Putting on the jacket was straightforward enough for him, since he wasn’t too heavy up there. It took a little push to do up the buckle and there was a little bit of his belly that spilled out from underneath, but it was a vast improvement over before. The pants were another story though, and he started having difficulty putting them on as they got caught on his thunderous thighs. If that wasn’t enough though, his enormous ass required much more force to be stuffed into the red fabric, pulling it to a familiarly dangerous limit.
After a minute or two of fruitlessly trying to pull his pants up all the way, he sighed and gave up. He was covered up for the most part, and more importantly, it was a sign that he had won out against Iskandar who could still fit inside his suit. “Looks like I win” hummed Napoleon as he gave his rear a proud slap.
“We’ll see how long that’ll last!” exclaimed Iskandar jovially. “Why don’t we take things to the cafeteria? I’m sure I can close the gap!”
Napoleon had to admit, all of that sudden growth had made him unbelievably hungry. But he did have a lone concern on his mind before they left; “On one condition. I might need help… squeezing through the doorway.”
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Iskandar flipped through the pages of the magazine he was reading. He seemed to be completely engrossed in it, so much so that he didn’t even notice Napoleon walking in. The Frenchman stood just in front of the doorway for a few seconds before clearing his throat to signify that he was there. He waited for another few seconds before sighing and speaking up “Iskandar! You do know that I’m right here, don’t you?”
“Ah!” said the taller man, sitting upright in his seat. “I knew you were there, I was just giving you the false sense of surprise, that’s all” he laughed, bashfully tucking his magazine back away behind him.
“Eh? What was that you had there?” inquired Napoleon, stepping closer to Iskandar.
“It’s just some idle reading to pass the time. Nothing that would interest-“ started the Rider, trying to play off the fact he just so happened to be on a page riddled with imagery that might give away a plan of his for the holidays. At first, Napoleon just seemed a little confused by why he was looking at a spread of Santa outfits that were advertised for sale. As the gears started to turn in Napoleon’s head though, he furrowed his brow slightly before responding with a sigh;
“Alors… you have perhaps stolen my idea” he muttered while shaking his head. “But I suppose that it is not that original. You were thinking of going out as Santa, were you not?”
Iskandar laughed a little as he had his plan laid out so quickly. “Yeah, that’s right! Jeez, I knew you were a quick-thinker, but to guess it just like that? That’s kinda scary…” he said with a twinge of nervousness in his voice. “That page I was looking at is an ad for a local place that sells Santa suits, so I was gonna go pick one up before they left.”
“In Chaldea?” asked Napoleon, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah! Read it, they come by every winter to sell their wares.”
The shorter man stroked his chin as he processed the situation a bit more. “Wait. You seemed so startled over me seeing that magazine, and yet… you seem oddly calm now.” He never could quite wrap his head around some of the Rider’s impulsive behavior.
“Heh, I mean, look at me! I’ve already got the advantage!” he boomed, flexing his muscles and making a point to highlight his fuller facial hair.
“I… what?” said Napoleon, lost for a second. He then realized that Iskandar was challenging him to something of a contest. “Do you really think that you have the victory just because you’re bigger than I am?” he demanded.
Iskandar laughed. “He’s not known for being so trim, now is he?”
“Oh, we’ll see about that…” muttered Napoleon as another idea started to form in his head. He knew that normally, he’d be at the disadvantage. But he was a resourceful man, and knew of a few ways to ensure his victory. “Why don’t we go get the suits and find out then, shall we?”
It wasn’t a very long trek for either of them to make their way down to the temporary store that had the suits. The two of them were a little confused by the selection, with all of the suits being the exact same. They checked with the shopkeeper and were told that what they offered were “one size fits all” coats, since their clientele were so varied in body size. The two decided that they may as well buy them regardless, and stepped outside to try them on.
Both of the men soon learned that perhaps it was a bit too generous of a description for the coats. Iskandar’s coat only fit around his shoulders, and Napoleon’s made him look tiny in comparison. “Well, this didn’t exactly go the way I was expecting…” muttered the smaller of the two. In the reflection of the glass, it was clear as day that he was hundreds of pounds too skinny to even look the part. His original plan to simply stuff the suit with padding material wasn’t going to cut it if his face and hands gave away the illusion so readily.
“Aww, don’t be so sad maybe if you ate a little more, you’ll be able to catch up by next year!” said Iskandar.
“You don’t look that much better” retorted Napoleon as he took the suit back off and slung it over his shoulder. “I have some business to attend to, so I’ll catch up with you later” he said as he went his separate way from Iskandar. He didn’t think that he’d have to resort to his backup plan so soon, but he knew that he’d never hear the end of it from the Rider if he just gave up right then and there. He walked down the chilly hallways of Chaldea and entered the experimental sector where the Casters usually worked.
It was a weekend, so there wasn’t anyone around, making Napoleon’s quest simple. Peeking through the doors, he entered one that was labelled “Human Transfiguration”. He was sure that he could find something that would fix his little “predicament” inside. Although he didn’t have a strong background in the sciences, he took a look through the various binders of data to see if there was anything that would have the effect he desired. Height enhancement, hair color changes, even teeth whitening. Almost everything he could imagine was listed as a research target.
A grin etched itself onto his face as he neared the end of the binder he was reading, in the “W” section. He was in awe at the before and after pictures that were in the report, and started to search through the cabinets for the potions corresponding to the experiment. He only pulled out one to start, but he realized that if he only brought one back, Iskandar might overpower him and take most of it for himself. Taking down a second bottle, he immediately uncorked it and took a healthy swig out of it. With a bit of extra space in the bottle, he replaced some of its missing contents with the full bottle’s until they were both even.
“There. I’ll have the advantage and Iskandar wouldn’t know a thing…” he said confidently as he put everything back in place before leaving the room. As confident as he was, he had failed to properly read over the report, missing the note that the effects of the potion weren’t temporary. After a few minutes of moseying through Chaldea’s halls, he returned to Iskandar’s quarters with his things in hand. His heart started to beat quickly as he felt an odd sensation begin to wash over his body. If he wanted to keep his “advantage” over Iskandar a secret, he’d need to act quickly before the anticipated changes would become visible on his trim frame.
Turning the handle, he stepped inside and called out; “Iskandar! I’ve got a little ‘solution’ to our problem!” A few seconds later, the red-headed man stepped into the main room, dressed in some of his casual wear. “Heh! Took you long enough! For a second I thought you were running away” he said with a playful expression on his face.
“Hardly” responded Napoleon, getting a little red in the face as he started to feel what must have been the effects of the concoction he downed a few minutes ago. “Anyways. I stopped by one of the Caster workshops to ‘borrow’ something that would make these suits fit just a little better” he said, showing the two evenly-sized potions to Iskandar. The latter’s eyes widened as he got the gist of what Napoleon was getting at.
Too excited by the thought of it to look too far into what Napoleon’s plan was or why he was being so forward, Iskandar readily took one of the potions and chugged it down without a second thought. Feeling that his middle was definitely not as firm as it used to be, Napoleon quickly followed suit before his advantage would be found out. The two men set the empty bottles on the nearby shelf and simply waited for a little while.
Iskandar spoke up a little over a minute later; “I think its starting! For a second I thought you were just bluffing!” boomed the giant of a man, lowering a hand to his belly. Just as he predicted, he could feel the crevasses in his musculature slowly begin to fill in as fat slowly accumulated onto his frame. “That’s- that’s great!” stammered Napoleon. He had already been growing a bit beforehand, but now he didn’t need to be on-guard to make sure his budding pudge was kept out of sight.
Standing up a little straighter, he let out a small gasp as he felt his belly push up against the buttons of his undercoat. It wasn’t anything more than a starting belly at that point, but the few extra inches were enough to make a noticeable difference in the fit of his shirt. Thankfully, Iskandar seemed to be mainly concerned with his own spontaneous growth, which gave Napoleon an opportunity to examine himself without needing to worry about any potential comments from his friendly rival.
At first, the only part of his gaining that he took much note of was his belly as it slowly filled up with soft dough, but perhaps that was because of how fast it had started to squish up against his coat. A little more time passed as the two men’s expansion started to progress past the point of a simple layer of fat to territory that was noticeable even through their outfits. Slowly but surely, there were signs of their outfits hugging their budding curves more and more with every passing second as the main effects of the potions began.
Considering he started with a portion of the strange mixture about ten minutes beforehand, Napoleon was the first to start to feel some of the more unavoidable effects of the potion. While the growth of his belly hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down, a much more embarrassing problem was starting to arise as his early signs of pudge blossomed into an increasingly thick layer of fat. He was already a bit red in the face from having to experience the changes in front of Iskandar but he blushed even deeper as he felt the fabric of his pants start to pull itself tight around his legs and ass.
Peering down to examine himself, he let out a faint gasp to see that his thigh gap was vanishing right before his very eyes, as each of his legs widened, inch by inch. He felt the back of his coat start to lift off his frame as something pushed it backwards and away from him. Turning his head to see what it was, he let out a slightly louder gasp at the sight. It was none other than his own rump that was doing the job. Each of his previously perky cheeks must have nearly doubled in size already, and based on how the rest of him was growing, it was very unlikely to stop just there.
Hearing his rival’s yelp of surprise, Iskandar turned his attention away from himself for the moment and looked over to Napoleon. It took him a moment to notice what was wrong, the rider’s eyes having to do a double take at the noticeably softer man before him. He smirked a little as he saw what the problem was. He let out one of his confident laughs and offered some emotional support; “Don’t be so upset, Napoleon! I’ve been experiencing a similar effect!” he said jovially as he stood up. For the moment his weight distribution was a little more even than Napoleon’s was, but as he turned around, he showed off that he was hardly lacking in the butt either.
“Oh, it’s easy for you to play it off like nothing!” stammered Napoleon now that the spotlight was on him. He should have expected that it would happen eventually, considering he was going to make it a contest between him and Iskandar. But in the moment he was coming to realize the implications of his impulsive decision. He got a little frazzled over feeling himself start to edge into the territory of being decidedly chubby instead of just a bit husky.
His belly was impossible to suck in anymore, the round mass sticking out in front of him by about half a foot while it hung down just a little over his waistband. It wasn’t quite big enough to be befitting of a Santa, but it pushed at the buttons just enough to start making the fabric around them pucker from the increasing force applied to them. His chest and arms were also catching up, buried under an inch or two of extra flab and filling out the other parts of his coat. While he bashfully looked down at himself, he was only made more flustered as he felt his neck thickening, a roll starting to push up against his jawline gently.
As he had been growing anxious over, it was becoming increasingly apparent that the majority of the pounds were settling on his lower half. His thighs were already starting to press up against each other as each of them steadily approached the point of being twice as wide as they started as. Apprehensively reaching a hand back to his ass, he gritted his teeth as he felt the cheek swelling out against his palm. He guessed that he could have easily filled out an entire chair by then, or could have been too big for ones with armrests on them. Even his calves were taking on a considerable amount of added mass, filling out his pants just as readily and starting to push the leather of his boots outwards.
Not wanting to have all the attention on him as he ballooned with fat, Napoleon got the impromptu idea to turn the topic onto Iskandar; “Why don’t you have a look at yourself? You’re looking how you might wind up in a few years, with how much you eat at buffets!”
Iskandar laughed nonchalantly at Napoleon’s remark. He was enjoying himself far more than his shorter friend, and had to be honest with himself in that he didn’t think he’d mind too much if he did wind up being on the heavy side in the end. “You know, I might be!” he said. “But I think you should be a little worried, it looks like I’m catching up to you.” Even if he didn’t have the sneaky advantage that Napoleon had, his substantial height difference was making it look like he was taking the lead. Gone was his normally muscular physique, how looking like a powerlifter’s build at best.
The rider’s weight must have been at least twice it used to be. Every part of him was looking quite soft, and the fact that he was playfully jiggling his newfound rolls only made it more and more apparent. His imposing visage was much rounder, a thick second chin peeking out from beneath his beard, and his cheeks bouncing with every chuckle he made. His shirt didn’t have the same excess fabric that Napoleon’s coat did, and it was already starting to ride up his sizeable gut as its fuzzy mass spilled out the bottom of it.
His beefy chest had become swallowed up in a heavy layer of chub, each of his pecs were now clearly moobs, their softness pushing out against the top of his shirt and causing the art on it to distort. His arms weren’t as jiggly as Napoleon’s were thanks to the big muscles he had underneath, but their definition was completely gone, wobbling just a little bit as he poked and prodded his belly and hips. Not too dissimilar to Napoleon, it was clear that he had something of a natural disposition to having his weight skewed towards his lower half.
It wasn’t quite as dramatic as his rival’s was, but his ass was feeling far more constricted than the archer’s was. The denim of his jeans was far less flexible than that of pants that Napoleon was wearing, and the pressure from them was unable to stretch the blue fabric any further. Being the weakest part of the jeans, the seams started to pull apart and the stiches were ready to tear at any moment, small little peeks of Iskandar’s thighs peeking out between the many threads. Part of him was excited by the prospect of growing too big for his clothes as it would surely mean his victory against Napoleon, but he would be brought back down to earth as he saw how his rival was progressing out of the corner of his eye.
Napoleon had gained what must have been another hundred pounds in that short timeframe, if not two hundred. His whole frame had become beautifully blubbery and was nearly as wide as he was tall. Like Iskandar, his belly had mostly spilled out of the bottom of his coat, being nearly the size of a yoga ball and gently swaying on its own. A number of the buttons on his coat had already popped off, only the ones at the top holding on, and just barely. His chest had also ballooned quite a bit, pushing up and out the top of the coat, a notable crease in between his much fuller moobs.
Most importantly, his pear shape had become undeniable, with his hips sticking out as the broadest part of him by about half a foot on both sides. His legs had become almost as wide as his torso, forcing him to stand with his legs apart by a fair bit. Even if his pants were managing to keep together in one piece, his booty was far too big to be contained by the stretched-out fabric. Each of his cheeks had pushed back far enough that they peeked out the top of his pants, the waistband digging down a few inches across their curvature.
As massive as he already was, Napoleon begun to grow a little panicked as he felt that the growth wasn’t stopping just yet. Realizing that he had failed to give the document about the potions a thorough read, he had two growing concerns. The first was that he didn’t know if it would be permanent or not, or how long it might even last. The second was one that made itself present before he could process his thoughts, as a loud tearing noise started to echo through the room.
Feeling that his thighs were exposed, he muttered to himself over what to do. But the destruction of his outfit wouldn’t stop there, as the final buttons on his coat popped off and the seat of his pants began to split right down the middle. He exclaimed “S-sacrebleu!” at the development, getting the reddest in the face he had ever been as he was left just in his underwear with Iskandar. Though he wouldn’t be alone, as a symphony of rips were heard across the room, leaving the taller of the two in a similar state.
Seeing that his friend was panicked, Iskandar took the initiative to help Napoleon calm down some. “You know, it’s a good look for you! People look up to big guys as leaders, right?” he said encouragingly, waddling over to him. Even if Napoleon didn’t see it for himself, the warm tone of Iskandar’s voice was convincing enough. The redheaded man approached and gently applied some playful pats here and there, complimenting Napoleon on his figure and how good he looked in his current form.
Napoleon almost instinctively denied it, but he knew that Iskandar was being sincere. It took a little bit for him to warm up to the idea of being so… large when he had spent all of his current life so trim. He had to admit to himself though, that it felt just as good as the rider was making it out to be. Every little movement that Iskandar made on him sent jiggles across the rest of his body. Iskandar was very much enjoying himself as well. There was so much surface area on his rival that it was hard for him to get a good feel of everywhere, and the parts he was playfully patting where soft like a luxurious pillow. After a little longer, a smirk wrote itself onto Napoleon’s face. “As much as I appreciate it, your flattery won’t help you win, my friend. See, I had a little bit of an… advantage. You’ll see soon enough.”
Iskandar stood there for a second in a bit of confusion. He and Napoleon were about the same size, yet it seemed that his friend was still growing despite how large he already was. His belly slowly expanded to the point where it stuck out a few feet in front of him and hung down to his knees. His face was wide with very pinchable cheeks, and his arms grew to be too big for even someone like Iskandar to wrap his hands around.
Most eye-catching of it all though, was the fact that his ample hips had grown even wider. They stuck out an extra foot or so from both his sides, and his backside jutted out behind him just as much as his belly did in front. His thighs were almost wide enough to fill a doorway, and even the archer’s boots were threatening to tear from how chunky his calves were. Overall, it was quite clear that Napoleon had won the little contest he had with Iskandar, being at least a hundred pounds heavier than the much taller man.
As his growth came to a close, there was another matter that was coming to Napoleon’s mind. The reason why the two formerly muscled men had gone through such changes in the first place. “Well, why don’t we try on the suits, then? They’re the same size, so whoever has a better fit will be the winner.”
“Hah! You’re just proportionally larger, I’m sure I still have more mass than you!” boomed Iskandar as he stomped over to the couch to pick up his jacket. It was a much better fit than it was before, showing no risk of falling back off of him and actually showing his much rounder silhouette off beneath the fabric. Feeling triumphant, he turned around and showed off a bit, as if he had the small victory already.
Rolling his eyes and smirking, Napoleon took his own coat and started to put it on. Putting on the jacket was straightforward enough for him, since he wasn’t too heavy up there. It took a little push to do up the buckle and there was a little bit of his belly that spilled out from underneath, but it was a vast improvement over before. The pants were another story though, and he started having difficulty putting them on as they got caught on his thunderous thighs. If that wasn’t enough though, his enormous ass required much more force to be stuffed into the red fabric, pulling it to a familiarly dangerous limit.
After a minute or two of fruitlessly trying to pull his pants up all the way, he sighed and gave up. He was covered up for the most part, and more importantly, it was a sign that he had won out against Iskandar who could still fit inside his suit. “Looks like I win” hummed Napoleon as he gave his rear a proud slap.
“We’ll see how long that’ll last!” exclaimed Iskandar jovially. “Why don’t we take things to the cafeteria? I’m sure I can close the gap!”
Napoleon had to admit, all of that sudden growth had made him unbelievably hungry. But he did have a lone concern on his mind before they left; “On one condition. I might need help… squeezing through the doorway.”
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 100 x 100px
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