Dragonitemaniac

The Kitsune Hamlet always a steep, treacherous path to traverse, the tiring journey is at least alleviated from the wondrous landscape with so much of the area left to nature’s own whimsy. Hoshido currently in fall, the browns and oranges of the forest help the kitsune blend into their scenery; even on the main road that is unkept from minimal usage to such a secluded area. No one knows who created the path. Not even the kitsune’s leader, Kaden, the path most likely created by humans who could barely parse left from right on the dense, forested mountain. Despite the narrow, winding path, it is the safest, most secure path up and down the hamlet. The path is also littered with multiple stops along the way to ensure as smooth a travel as possible.

This is not one of those journeys.

Unfortunately for the two descending, Ryoma had decided to follow the advice of Kaden. Surely one as experienced in leaving and returning to Kitsune's Hamlet would know every inch of the land? Wrong; Kaden had gotten the two lost only a dozen feet off the beaten path, and so embarrassed —plus his own ignorance in never truly being aware when it came to directions— over his mistake, Kaden kept quiet over his mistake.

“Hmmm,” Kneeling in front of a large tree, the mature thing far wider and larger than the rest in the area, Ryome sighs as he spots the pebble he left in between the tree’s roots the first time they had passed by it over an hour ago. Ryoma’s face is pensive as he stands up. “Perhaps it would help us if we walked down the mountain at this rate, Kaden,”

“Nah I got this. So what if I got us turned around just a little? I’ll ge-”

Ryoma waits no time in interrupting Kaden, initially hopeful that the kitsune would at least be able to admit his blunder. “This is the third time we have passed this tree. I’ll lead. Or else night will have come and we’ll still be here,”

“Oh come on. I’m sure my tribe wouldn’t mind having you stay another day,” But Kaden follows Ryoma without any other complaints after he looks up through the canopy, the orange hues of the sun’s lowering position in the sky. 

With no more side distractions, the two fit men make quick work of the mountain during their descent. They longer have to see the same set of trees and rocks, instead seeing other, equally fascinating sets of trees and rocks. The sounds of running water off in the distance along with the chirping of unseen birds liven the two’s now rather silent trek; the only noise the two make themselves are the crunching of fallen, dead leaves under Ryoma and Kaden’s boots and sandals respectively. The two walk side by side upon Ryoma’s insistence; Kaden always trailing off to scout whatever catches his fancy whenever leading the way and just as easily prone to do the very same when following someone else. Ryoma holds Kaden by the hand, the two’s hands easily and comfortably interlinked with each other. The journey down the mountain goes smoothly at first, all the way until the two reach a flat area of terrain.

Kaden sniffs at the air with his head raised. Ears twitching, his nose scrunches up. “Uh Ryoma? Let’s go this way,” Pointing with his unoccupied right hand slightly back where they came from, Kaden takes one confident step to where he pointed.

He doesn’t budge at all from his spot.

“We’ll get lost again,” Ryoma shakes his head. Though he holds zero irritation in his demeanor, instead finding Kaden’s cluelessness rather cute. “Just trust me, okay?” Ryoma keeps his pace, considering the matter resolved. 

Kaden keeps sniffing the air as they hike down the mountain. The strange odor he smelled earlier fades away as they walk away. Eventually, the stench is nearly gone, nothing more than a faint far off smell. But still, the sensation stays in Kaden’s mind; the stench nowhere near as pungent as anything else, the odor still felt awful, as if something man made. Which shouldn’t be the case when the two of them should be the only ones on the mountain beside his tribe. 

Kaden’s tail stiffens after a few more paces. Unable to smell anything, he instead feels it; the very same sensation reaching and grasping him. 

“Are you okay? Perhaps I can stay another night with you in your hamlet. You don’t seem well,” Ryoma presses the palm of his hand to Kaden’s forehead. He stops himself from recoiling, but the shock is still evident on his face, Kaden's flushed face burning up out of nowhere.

Kaden’s gut gurgles. Clutching his stomach, Kaden winces. “Magic…” 

“Kaden!” Ryoma grabs Kaden by the shoulders; he keeps him steady, as if Kaden were to fall at any instant —which he might if Kaden's sudden, pained groans are any indication. Ready to rush him back, the adrenaline in Ryoma's body vanishes as an extra bit of flab appears on Kaden's new little belly. At least, he blames his shock on his sluggish, tired state. But in reality, the magic takes hold on him, the immaterial essence snaking its entire potential on the human. Ryoma's eyes are clenched shut. A pit of burning flames envelops his entire gut. He falls to his knees not long after the spell starts, arms clutching his flat stomach. Able to still hear Kaden's much less pained moans, Ryoma's attention quickly shifts over to himself as he hears his own stomach churn and groan, from discomfort and hunger alike.

Having forgone his armor, the heavy, plated metal useless in what should've been a peaceful visit, the jutting curve of his stomach that lurches forward is met with little resistance with only the soft, silken fabric of his shirt to inhibit its growth. Ryoma's abdomen broadens, a generous layer of flab protruding where moderately defined abs used to be. The doughy crest of flab protrudes from his shirt, the lowest roll of belly fat sneaking past the fabric now. Likewise, his chest fills out generously. Ryoma's pecs lose any semblance of definition to them; instead, two hefty breasts replace them, both tits slowly filling out his shirt as the magic's hold on him strengthens. Ryoma's body is not the only aspect of him to be affected, his entire being being rejected by the spell.

Kaden suffers much less than his companion. The spell clearly meant for kitsunes, the already potent magic is like a steady flow of water compared to the crashing torrent of waves Ryoma faces with kitsunes much more resistant to spells. His body slowly fills out. His defined chest gains some extra heft to it, the rounded out set of breasts pressing up against the plunging neckline of his half tied top. His arms fill out the tight fit of his sleeves; two flabby biceps stretch out the barely stretchable fabric. Kaden's pants made of the same material, the legging-like lower apparel outlines the blubbery pair of thighs that continue to widen and enlarge with fat. The spell affecting Kaden less, the magical transformation also affects his body differently.  Kaden's lower half takes on a larger brunt of the weight. His pants try their hardest to stay on him, the fabric already near its final use only partly through his growth. Kaden still fattening up, the magic begins to ease on him, the later stages of his expansion much less painful now. He takes deep breaths as he feels his body no longer clamp up as before. Loosening his grip, Kaden doesn’t bother to inspect himself —a sight of clothes straining and beginning to tear from covering too big a body— in favor of glancing at Ryoma who is still on the floor.

Ryoma is now lying on his back, the large dome of his belly jutting and rising up into the sky. His hands clench his aching head, loose strands of his thick brown hair escaping between his pudgy fingers. Ryoma is already at least a hundred pounds heavier compared to Kaden’s form, and still growing, the shirt that now serves as a bra that only grows tighter around his swelling form proof of his ongoing fattening. 

“R-ryoma!” Kaden waddles over to him. His ass jostles behind him, the burgeoning fat ass straining his pants to their very limit. His gut shakes likewise. His top is still held together by a tied sash that is no longer as loose as before. The thin strip of fabric presses into his gut and nearly splits his belly fat into two separate bulging sections. Kaden kneels beside him. The tearing of fabric seems to echo in the forest, the back of his pants ripping right down the very center. Despite the blush on his face, Kaden tries to pay not much attention to it; instead, he places both of his hands on the upper swelling mass of lard that makes up Ryoma’s gut. Kaden’s ears curl ever so slightly as Ryoma looks at him, the king’s pupils dilated.

“Hrghh-who?” Ryoma shouts at the stranger. “My head,,,” Ryoma grits his teeth as he tries to get up, the buzzing of his head slowly losing its vigor but still remaining with a monotone ache in the very back of his mind, not too dissimilar from the crackle of energy Raijinto buzzes with when unsheathed. “My head hurts,”

Kaden immediately goes to help him up. “Ryoma, it’s me, Kaden,” He points to himself, placing both his hands on his pudgy chest that still swells out before wrapping an arm behind Ryoma’s back —an arm that barely manages to make the distance across such a wide, flabby back. “We have to get you back to Hoshido and return you back to normal. I’m sure your retainers and everyone else will be worried to see their king like this. And I’m sure they’ll kill me when they see you,” Kaden murmurs the last sentence to himself, smiling at his companion as he helps him up. 

“Hoshido,,,” Ryoma blinks, furiously opening and shutting his eyes. The beautiful capital and its castle in his mind, the clear image grows hazier with each subsequent vision. His own mental depiction of himself blurs as well, the adept warrior replaced with nothing more than a glutton. “Lies! A king couldn’t be this fat,” Ryoma’s breath quickens. Like a heat flash, his face is marred with perspiration. Ryoma still grows and widens out and his mental depiction of himself does the same. Quickly blowing up from an already obese state, Ryoma becomes even fatter; his entire figure becomes caked in fat, the hefty portions of lard quickly slathered onto his frame like clay on a pot. 

“Then tell me, Ryoma, what could you possibly be if not king?” Kaden challenges back. Helping Ryoma waddle, the two’s attempts are laughable. Both of them struggling from their own weight, the limited space from the two obese men make it even more difficult with two large sloshing bellies slapping against one another. Ryoma’s much larger gut sags further down, the slab of lard reaching all the way to just above his over swollen knees. Kaden’s ass the largest aspect of him, Ryoma still beats him in size from the sheer difference between the two; the two blubbery asses that are no longer fit for chair are pressed against each other, the sides of their rears, squishing. 

Ryoma thinks long and hard over the question. And yet, he comes up just as empty as his thunderous gut. Until a figure pops into his brain, another heavyset individual not quite as large as himself. “All I know is you,” Ryoma admits, able to still remember Kaden from being with him during his sudden change. Kaden remains the only constant in Ryoma’s head as the two swell out.

“That’s a start! Just trust me and I’ll get us out of this predicament,” Kaden’s tail swishes behind him. The fluffy tail seems much smaller now compared to his widened, obese figure. So elated by Ryoma’s response, Kaden pays little attention to his companion. Instead, he focuses on getting the two back to his hamlet first and to figure out the rest later and not on the walk that continuously grows harder as they grow softer.

Ryoma on the last legs of the curse, his groaning stomach gurgles even louder. The grumbling begins to sound out even more often, the noise eventually becoming constant. He speaks to himself all the while, muttering to himself about Hoshido and being king. He even nods along to Kaden who speaks to him about such things. And yet, the words still feel foreign to him, his memories unable to conjure up anything about such fairy tales of ideas.

*Guuuurgle*

Ryoma’s stomach sounds out one last noise for more than a minute. Suddenly ravenous, his gut yearns for food as his figure crests to its final weight. His body practically surging in fat, Ryoma finds himself extremely taxed just from standing. Ryoma morbidly obese, his enormous gut is the largest aspect of himself. The massive wobbling gut sags past his crotch, far past his crotch. The lowest heft of belly fat manages to sag even past his knees now, his knees burdened by a roll of thigh fat that lurches onto it to limit the flexibility of the limbs. His pants are in complete tatters now, strips of fabric that only remains on him by managing to wedge themselves in between the jutting, folding rolls of flab that make up his meaty tree trunk sized thighs. His cankles so caked in fat, the circular roll of flab that encases them sags onto his feet; the fattened limbs wobble like the rest of him. Ryoma’s ass juts behind him. The two enormously sized ass cheeks sag behind him with not enough support for them. Each cheek rivals his former size, the fattened Ryoma able to smother his former lithe size with his rear —not that he can even picture himself so, such a thing nothing but a figment of imagination. Ryoma’s breasts free, the two breasts splay to the side. Even as he stands, the two breasts rest on Ryoma’s jutting love handles, the upper set, Ryoma fat enough to have two sets now. Ryoma’s arms are two hams for biceps, the overly coated in flab arms pressing against his plush set of breasts even as they are forced at an angle from his size. His moobs are larger than any person’s biceps, the two meaty breasts also larger than his own flabby head. Ryoma’s flabby porcine cheeks soften his once angular appearance. His third chin gives the same effect along with his less visible neck that is taken over by flabby neck rolls. 

Despite his size, Ryoma still walks. Huffing, his face turns a bright red from exertion. Clearly on the last vestiges of mobility, he does his best to appease his friend, the cheery obese kitsune, the only person he can trust. And like a tome, his memories seem to open themselves to him, Ryoma remembering his past. Ryoma remembers it all. He remembers living with Kaden, the two simply gorging themselves each and every day. The two enjoying each other’s company with only good food and wine, everything else is still a haze to Ryoma, each location nothing more than the barest nondescript location he can’t even place a name to. Ryoma begins to grope his breast with his free hand, the sausage for fingers slowly reaching lower to fondle the parts of his stomach that he can still reach. 

“I remember, now,”  Ryoma comes crashing to the floor after his slow declaration. His fat pools all around him, his gut rests on top of his enormous thighs. His enormity shakes from the purposeful fall. He enjoys his break, rewarding himself with deep breaths.

“Ugh that’s great but,,,” Kaden arches his back and fans himself. Now free from supporting Ryoma’s weight, he still has to contest with his own. Kaden is practically a miniature, thinner version of Ryoma. At most three hundred pounds less than the barely mobile Ryoma that can probably no longer walk without help, Kaden is still a rather rotund, shapely figure. His stomach large enough to droop just about to his crotch, the pale pudgy belly just not far enough to where the lower portion of Kaden’s fat pad is visible. Kaden’s entire lower half is naked. His non-stretch pants unable to withstand the weight long ago, Kaden’s thick thighs are on full display. The shapely legs are even wider than his own gut with Kaden rather bottom heavy. So much weight down there makes it difficult for Kaden to waddle. Especially with his large ass that sports more folds of flab than his gut did a hundred or two pounds back. Kaden’s chest is also rather large, the two moobs obscenely filled with fat; the two breasts are almost a third of the size of his gut, the two large breasts almost the size of Ryoma’s own fat tits. His arms rather large, the two undersides of his appendages sport a hefty coating of flab that sag whenever he lifts the two large, fatty biceps. 

Kaden takes large refreshing gulps of air as he catches his breath. “We gotta get back to the hamlet first and then figure out way to Hoshido,”

“We don’t live there. We live together. And we missed our meal together. I’m so hungry,” As if to punctuate his whine, Ryoma’s stomach churns, the sound even managing to make Kaden wince from its guttural sound.

“Oh no no no no,” With wide eyes, Kaden goes to try and pick up Ryoma. But no matter how much he tries, the obese kitsune is far too tired to pick up the even fatter human. And so, Kaden takes a seat himself to catch his breath. He rests against Ryoma, using him like a large boulder. A much softer boulder, Kaden nearly draping himself on his gut. “Tell me what you remember,”

Ryoma smiles from Kaden’s embrace; the sensation is familiar to him, like something they’ve always done according to his memories. “We live together and eat as much as we please. And we haven’t eaten since our second lunch,” He hums to himself at the thought of food, rubbing his gut with both hands over indulging on a heavy course of dinner to make up for lost time,”

Kaden sighs. Deciding to sort whatever is going on with Ryoma later, he only nods to his statement in favor of saving his energy for getting back to the hamlet.

“If it’s food you want, we can help you,” 

Kaden sharply turns his head. Nothing in his sight, he struggles to get himself in a standing position.

“Mmmphh phhmm,” 

“Ryoma!” Kaden still getting up, he panics when he hears Ryoma grunt. Taking a step away from him and turning around, he rests a hand on his love handle as he catches his breath. 

Ryoma greedily devours the cooked ham he now holds in his hands, the sweet glaze that drips down the still warm meat coating his pudgy face. His massive arms practically embrace his head while he eats the best that he can. And beside Ryoma are a group of mages, the men sneering at their prey with an entire carriage behind them.

“I-” Scrambling for his beast stone, Kaden doesn’t even question when he finds it stored underneath his right boob. He channels the stored energy only to find himself still staring at the mages in his same form, Kaden now too fat to properly transform.

“Don’t even bother trying anything,” Clearly the leader of the group —if the size of his muscles and stature are any indication, the mage laughs as he approaches Kaden. “We were only expecting Kitsune but I’m sure our buyer will enjoy taking such a fine specimen as well,” He cocks his head toward Ryoma. The barely mobile amnesiac is already walking with the other men who support him. Ryoma still eats the large ham all the while. They push him onto the carriage, several of them grabbing him by the ass just to get him on it. And the carriage tilts afterwards while he happily eats to his heart's content with more food waiting him. 

“What are you doing with Ryoma?” Kaden realizes his mistake immediately after saying his name. 

Each and every bandit stares at the obese Ryoma. “Buuurrrp!” Is all Ryoma responds with before digging into more of the pile of food. 

“No king would act like that!”

“You idiot, so many damned parent gave their kids that damned name after the king was born,”

“Damn he can pack it away,”

The entire group of bandits persuaded from Ryoma’s own lack of knowledge, they each go back into preparing themselves for the journey back.

“Now, how ‘bout you join your friend and make this nice and easy for me. I’ve already got a freak of a buyer who’d gladly want you. And the nicer you start behaving,” The mage stands right up next to Kaden, grabbing his belly and slapping it. “I’m sure the better I’ll be able to sell your buddy along with you,”

“Kaden,,,” Ryoma wheezes out in the distance, completely oblivious to the situation as long as he has food in front of him. “The food’sh sho goood, come oon,” Going back to gorging, Ryoma practically begs from the distance. 

Seeing little chance to escape by himself and absolutely none together, Kaden makes his decision, definitely unwilling to let Ryoma be by himself. “I’ll go with you,” He compliantly walks himself to the carriage and ignores the group of men who slap his ass as he walks past them.

As soon as he takes a seat —the carriage tipping even more with their combined weight— the entire group of bandits immediately hit the road with their new cargo left alone. Neither of them are even tied up with both of them so fat to even properly escape now. Kaden sulks to himself. At least until something pushes him over and knocks the wind out of him, a boulder seemingly crushing him. 

The boulder far softer than an actual one, Ryoma peers down at Kaden the best he can with both their fat getting in the way. “Have shome food,” Still eating away —Ryoma now eating kebabs from the bandits surprisingly well stocked stash for their fatties— Ryoma stuffs Kaden’s mouth with jerky. Despite the experience being new to him, Ryoma does both without a hassle, even fondling and groping Kaden’s chest in between feeding himself.