Kanon's dump

“Can’t you see that I’m busy doing things that actually matter?” Takumi turns back around, heels digging into stone as he glares at Leo. “Unlike some people around here,” he adds. He shifts Fujin Yumi in his hand, the bow as effortlessly light as ever.

“Ugh. Enough with your overzealous estimation of yourself. You do realize that you’re helping no one. And I’m sure that you must have had some good reason for stopping by the library instead of parading around on your little missions?” Unlike the ever-active Takumi, Leo remains seated. The books cluttering the table are all closed, gently placed to the side as he grins up at Takumi. Leo quickly glances at the empty chair in front of him. And then back at Takumi.

Thankfully, the gesture isn’t lost on Takumi. But he chooses to stay standing, hands clenched around the backrest. “Oh yeah? And what’s your studying going to do? I haven’t seen you help around or even go on missions. I cleared-” “Before you ramble on, just take a seat. It won’t kill you,” Leo waits for Takumi to do as he asked, but when he only sees Takumi’s still irritable expression, Leo goes on with a sigh. “Oh, how does she put up with you… Just sit already. I’m only really bothering you because Kiran wanted me to check up on you,”

The books bounce with the slamming of Takumi’s fists on the table. “Huh? What did she say?” The chair no longer goes unoccupied.

“Finally,” Leo grins. “Well, it’s not really my business what Kiran says or thinks about you. Mostly because I don’t really care,” he stands up.

Leo’s smile widens when Takumi finds that he can’t do the same.

“H-hey! Leo, what’re you doing?!” Takumi’s hands grip the armrests, they push, then pull, anything to break the chair that seems to clamp onto him like pincers, his body seemingly glued to the object. “I’ll…Once I get out, I’ll tell Kiran about your stupid prank!” he flinches as Leo only laughs at him.

Leo places a hand on his shoulder, smile only growing wider when Takumi only looks up at him—the only thing Takumi can do. “Yeah, you can go tell Kiran about her own plan,”

“Quit lying!” Takumi thrashes even harder. To no avail.

“I wish I were. But according to her, you’ve been far too busy it seems. And I’m inclined to agree. Thankfully, she gave me some leeway when it came to what specific spell I could use,”

“Very funny, Leo,” Takumi’s voice is quieter. More uncertain. Waning as he stares up at Leo.

Who only pulls conjures up a vial of liquid. He uncorks it, smiling at the bound man before him. “You’re the one who’s been acting like a clown. Even insulting me for lazing about because I suggested we unwind with a round of chess or shogi,”

“That was…” Takumi bites his tongue, remembering the occurrence quite well. His eyes dart to the vial, the small container right before his face. “What does that even do?! You know our contracts with Kiran-”

“I’m not as daft as you. Of course I know. This is just something for my enjoyment. Payback for you insulting me. And payback for Kiran even asking me to do something as idiotic as this,” Leo frowns. “This should hopefully embarrass both of you,”

Takumi has no choice but to swallow the liquid, the vial ingested faster than a draw of his bow. 

He lets out a belch, despite the insignificant bit of liquid. And in spite of barely consuming anything, Takumi feels bloated. As if he guzzled an entire gallon’s worth of the potion. As if he devoured an entire meal and enjoyed a second serving. As if his clothes might burst off of him. As if his sash were digging into his gut. He yelps when he finds the last to be true, head staring down as he watches himself expand. His panicking yet again yields no results; he remains forcefully seated.

“Since you’re so oblivious, I decided to base the conduit for the potions effects off of Kiran herself. See how much you grow based on the intensity of her enamorment with you. That might finally seem to embarrass Kiran, forcibly quantifying your two’s relationship,”

“You’re…hnnghh…” Takumi winces as his sash grows tighter around his midsection. The armrests grow tighter around it as well; his gut begins to take up more of his lap, the once slender yet toned thighs filling out with lard. They too press up against the arm rests, wood digging into his flab. “You’re an ass!”

“And you’re a lardass,” Leo’s smile remains plastered on his face as Takumi’s sash slowly comes more and more undone, the strap of material only able to wrap around so much circumference. It comes undone shortly after. And it exposes a smidge of Takumi’s burgeoning belly, the fabric of his clothes draping around it like curtains pushed aside by a boulder. The sleeves begin to billow out from his growing blubbery arms. His chest grows similarly, the beige protective layer of armor over his clothes digging into his breasts. Leo’s smile grows even wider as the chair begins to creak under Takumi’s growing weight.

It’s wiped off as soon as Takumi breaks the chair. He plops right on to the ground with a heavy thud. “Now can you stop this stupid idea!”

“No,”

Leo watches as Takumi grows ever fatter.

And Takumi can only helplessly watch himself grow fatter in return. Despite his struggles, the magic keeps him from leaving the chair, even in its now broken state. He winces as the plates of armor grow tighter around his body, metal digging into meaty, blubbery thighs that are now wider than he was before the magic, into his blubbery dome of a gut that continues to balloon and swell in front of him, into even his forearms that widen further as lard piles further onto his body. He doesn’t have to worry much longer as he feels them come undone, more magic at play.

“I figured I’d be kind,”

“Thanks,” Takumi nearly snarls. He glares as well but it hardly means anything with two blubbery cheeks framing his face, the two jowls refusing to allow him to properly frown. His attention goes back to his own body shortly afterwards; most of it his vision is taken up by it. But even glaring at Leo begins to become an issue as his tits swell ever larger, already larger than his head some time ago and now surpassing the size of entire pillows. Takumi lets out a small whimper. Said whimpers grow as he feels his clothes begin to rip and tear.

“Well, I also undid the binding spell with the chair. If you’d like to be a bit more appreciative,” Leo laughs, neck craning further and further up.

Takumi shakes and wobbles. He wheezes, panting as he musters up every ounce of strength within him. “I can’t… mmhmm…still can’t moove…” but it’s useless. Completely immobilized under his own weight, the best he can do is pathetically shake his limbs.

Which continues to become a losing effort as he swells further. His gut begins to press against the table. Then breaks it, bed sized belly smothering the entire object. But still, Takumi grows ever fatter. Already a blob, he takes up more and more of the room’s space. 

“Do…ahhh..sommmmethiiinng…” Takumi half whimpers, half moans, eyes closed tight, his face a bright red. His limbs are completely useless now, arms and legs swaddled in lard and unable to be bent. 

Leo takes a step back. Then another. And another. And another. Every foot of space that he gives himself, thinking Takumi will eventually stop growing now, is promptly met and surpassed. Soon enough, Takumi’s ass begins to press up against the bookshelf behind him. His left thigh presses against one side of the wall. And his gut starts to get dangerously close to the door behind Leo, like waves washing onto the beaches’ sand.

The door opens behind Leo. His attention is finally diverted away from the growing blob before him. It’s instead diverted to the culprit for said growing blob.

“Kiran!”

“Kiihrahhnnghhh…” Takumi keeps his eyes shut, panting as his face grows redder.

“Fix this!” Leo demands. His fingers dig into her shoulders, eyes boring into hers. He yelps as he feels the furthermost roll of Takumi’s gut begin to press against his ankles. 

“You’re the one who cast the spell,” her energy is the furthest from Leo’s panicked own.

Leo chokes his response, mouth wide open before shutting tight. “Then figure something out! Of course this is what I get…” Leo grumbles. His face is a bright red as he glances at Takumi, the blob’s gut easily ten times the size of Leo's entire body. And still swelling larger. He pulls her to the side, Takumi’s gut now pressing up against the door.

“Fine. Just make sure that other heroes exit the library,”

“Tsk. Whatever,” Leo storms off, teeth grit as he hears the bookshelf creak and groan under the burgeoning weight of Takumi’s ass.

Takumi whines as he feels Kiran climb him, scaling him like a miniature mountain. But he does finally open his eyes when he feels her sit on his tit, the tit alone eclipsing Kiran; most of his vision is taken up by his enormity.

“Good thing you can finally relax now,” Kiran smiles, grinning from ear to ear at Takumi.

“Hnnhuuhh?” Takumi winces. He feels more of the cool wall pressing up against his left side, the outermost inches of his tit pressing up against it now.

Kiran’s fingers caressing his cheeks causes his wince to morph into a moan. “You’ve been doing way too much. I don’t need you to do everything for me.” Kiran continues to play with Takumi’s jowls; the massively bloated cheeks splay onto Takumi’s numerous chins and neck rolls. Her focus never leaves Takumi’s face, even with the expanding surface of his blobular body underneath her.

“Buhhnnghh…buu-”

“No excuses,” she taps his cheek. Like a falling pebble creating a landslide, the rest of Takumi’s body jiggles and sloshes, his whines drowned out from the growing cracks in the wall. “I’m grateful for what you’ve done. But, I’d rather spend time with you. I thought this would be a fun way to get you to relax,” 

“Ughhh fiinnnee,” Takumi wheezes. His words slowly grow more slurred even without moans to impede him. He keeps one eye shut tight in a vain attempt to hold back his moans. “I’hhhll… shtaahhp…haahh…wooohhrkehn…” he fails to nod his head, as if to show Kiran his assent.

“Good,” Kiran drapes herself around Takumi’s face, nestling up against his blubbery shoulder that’s mingled with his rings of lard for a neck. Upon her soft, jiggly perch, she glances down beneath her. Most of her vision is taken up by Takumi’s enormity. And what isn’t is currently fighting the losing battle against his encroaching tide of lard. The door bows before his gut, the hinges nearly ready to blow. The bookshelf cracks underneath his ass, countless books toppling over. The wall to the left is slowly being subsumed by the growing pile of lard pressing up against it, his left thigh desperate for more room. And the wall to the right isn’t far off from sharing the same fate, the farther wall now being pressed up by Takumi’s girth.

“Did Leo happen to tell you what kind of spell he cast?” Kiran ruffles Takumi’s hair as she asks, freely able to with him far too fat to stop her.

Takumi tries and fails to shake his head. His vision is taken up by his own enormity now as he looks away from Kiran; his own cheeks and breasts take up the vast majority, his hill for a gut taking up the rest. “Nnnnghhnooo…” he pants. He closes his eyes, remembering Leo’s words. And he blushes, really wishing he could say something to Kiran upon his realization. But his nerves get the best of him; he stays silent—besides his deep, heavy wheezes.

Kiran only shrugs. “That’s fine. I’m sure it’ll stop soon,” the soft trickling of magic fills up beside her as she summons a portal. And from it, she pulls out a bundle of savory fried rolls. “Let me help you, you must be hungry being so massive,” she teases.

Takumi accepts the first mouthful, the mushroom and beef stuffed snack divine to him. He doesn't bother objecting. He knows stopping Kiran when she gets an idea in her head is an impossible task. Or so he tells himself, ignoring his own desperate moans as more and more food comes.

“Don’t worry. This time it’s my turn to take care of you. There’s a lot more to come,”