A Spell On Their Shorts: Part 1

First part of a long story!

Story poll results are in: the next tale will be from the prey's POV!  Look forward to seeing me write that live tonight. C:

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Max, an anthro tiger, had been walking around the park shirtless, but he was still sweating like crazy.  He found a bench under a nearby tree and sat down.  “Phew!” he exclaimed, fanning himself with his hand.  “Man, it sure got hot here really quickly!”  His hyena wife Irene had left to get some water; hopefully, she’d be back at any moment
At that moment, a mouse named Iris was passing by, and she noticed his plight.  After thinking for a moment, she decided to help him out.  But it would come at an interesting cost. . .
She walked over to Max, waving.  “Hello!” the mouse said cheerfully.  “You’re really sweating, huh?”  The tiger nodded, and she grinned.  “Well, I think I have something that might be able to help you.”
“Oh?” Max asked.  /I wonder how she can help me/, he thought, scratching his chin.  That’s when he noticed two things: (1) the mouse didn’t seem bothered at all by the heat, and (2) her hips were unusually large, so big that they were out of proportion with the rest of her body.
Noticing his stares, Iris laughed, and explained what she had to offer.  “You see,” she told the tiger, “I’ve cast a magic spell onto my outfit!”
“Oh!” exclaimed Max.  “So you’re magical then?”
She nodded.  “I’m a witch.  But back to what I was saying: my outfit is enchanted so that it makes me immune to all weather while I’m wearing it.  However, it comes with a catch—or, rather, a bug, I suppose.  I haven’t figured out how to fix it yet.”
“What is it?” the tiger asked.
“Well, first of all,” Iris said, “the clothes remain on the person at all times, and don’t come off.  They might come off if you’re eaten and regenerate, but I haven’t tried it.  And two,” she explained, “a random effect occurs to your body at a random duration—hence why my hips are so large.”
Max nodded, taking this all in.  “I could enchant your clothing, if you’d like,” Iris told him.  “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you, ok?”
“Yeah, I understand,” the tiger assured her.  “Hmm. . . I think the trade off might be worth it, honestly.  Can you enchant my shorts?”
“Sure thing!” the mouse replied cheerfully.  “Oh yeah, there is one other thing I should mention.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Max.  “Another catch?”
“No, it’s more of a benefit,” Iris assured him.  “You see, the enchanted clothing will never get dirty; they stay fresh and clean at all times.  And I’ve found that your body will stay fresh and clean at all times, too!  It’s very handy.”
“Great!” the tiger said.  “All the reason to enchant my shorts.  Go right ahead!”
The mouse witch nodded.  She walked over to him, pulled her spell book out of her bag, and held out her hand.  Then she whispered a few indecipherable words.  Max’s shorts glowed for a moment with a green light, which faded a moment later.  “There you go!” Iris told him.  “You should be all set.”
Immediately, Max felt relief from the heat—he wasn’t even sweating anymore.  “Hey, it worked!” he exclaimed.  “This is so awesome!”
“I’m glad you’re happy—” Iris began, but stopped once she noticed it.
Max looked down at what she was looking at, and saw that his belly was inflating!
The tiger could feel a tingling feeling spreading on his stomach, starting from his belly button and moving outwards, and felt air swirling around inside of his empty gut.  As it spread around his tummy, his gut increased in size.  It started out small enough, just a tiny bulge in the center of his midsection.  But as he and Iris watched, his belly grew larger and larger.  Soon it was the size of a basketball; then, it was as big as a watermelon; after that, it was growing double that size!  The inflation didn’t stop until the tiger’s stomach was the length of the bench he was sitting in!
By now, his belly was a /very/ large size, but Max didn’t mind.  “Eh, I like to be inflated anyway,” he assured Iris.  “So this is great!”
The witch let out a sigh of relief.  “Well, that’s good, then.”
At that moment, Irene came back with the water.  “Hey hon!” she called out.  “I got our water refilled and . . . uh. . .”  The hyena stared from her tiger husband’s big belly to Iris.  “Hi?” she said quizzically to the mouse.  “Who might you be?”
“I’m Iris!” Iris informed her.  “I was just helping your husband fight off the heat with my enchantment.”
She explained what she had done, and Irene thought for a moment.  “Oh, so that’s it, eh?” the hyena asked.  “Hmm. . . You know, I would like this enchantment myself!”
“I can do that!” Iris replied cheerfully.  She walked up to Irene and held out her spell book and her hand.  Whispering the magic words, Irene’s short shorts glowed green for a moment, and then the light faded.  “All done!”
“Wow, this feels great!” the hyena exclaimed.  She felt such relief from the heat; it was amazing!  “This is—oh!”
Irene felt a tingling in her behind, and looked back to see her butt growing!  One cheek swelled up, then the other, stretching out her pants as they both increased in size.  She could feel her butt expanding underneath her, growing more and more.  First her butt became wider than her hips, but that turned out to be child’s play; soon, they doubled in size, and became even bigger than that.  When the growth was finally finished, her ass was twice the length of her body!
Now her butt was quite big, and as much as Irene liked to be blown up, it was a bit awkward for it to happen in a public place.  She blushed with embarrassment.  “Oh dear, luck of the random draw for me, eh?”
“Yeah, I suppose so,” Iris said, shrugging.  “I’m still trying to figure out why the spell is flawed, but I’ll be sure to keep working on it!  Once I fix it, I’ll be sure to let you two know!”
“That sounds good!” Max agreed.  “Let’s exchange contact information.”
They did so, switching numbers.  “Alrighty then,” Iris said.  “I’m going to teleport back home and get to work on the bugs in this spell.  See you later!”
The mouse whispered some words from her spell book, and promptly poofed away in a puff of smoke.
Max stood up from the park bench.  “Well then, shall we head back home?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Irene agreed.  “I’d rather as few people as possible see me like this. . .”
The two of them took a back road back to their house, and reached it shortly.  Once they were inside, their bodies reverted back to normal.
“It couldn’t have changed sooner?” Irene exclaimed with a groan.  “Oh well.  What did you want to do now, dear?”
Max closed the door and walked into the living room.  “Maybe we can—Actually, do you feel something?”
The hyena nodded.  “Yeah, I’m tingling right now. . . I guess a new affect is coming!”
She was right.  A moment later, changes began for both of them.
A tingling feeling spread throughout Max’s whole body, and he waited to see what effect would occur this time.  That’s when he noticed that his face felt kind of funny, and he curiously reached up, patting it with one hand.  His cheeks weren’t furry anymore—actually, they felt kind of . . . rubbery?  Hmm, this was quite curious. . .
At the same time, Irene felt her body starting to change, too.  She felt herself begin to shrink, her legs slowly reducing in size underneath her, bringing the hyena closer and closer to the floor of the living room.  Thankfully, her clothing was shrinking with her, so she wouldn’t be buried in a pile of cloth once she was her new size—that was a real relief.
Max felt the rubbery feeling spreading around his head, covering her fur with this new texture, a strange feeling indeed.  But not one that was wholly unwelcome.  Once the rubber had completely transformed his head, he figured out what was going on: he was transforming into a balloon!
That was quite an exciting thing for Max to realize—he loved being inflated and filled with air, so the fact that he was turning into balloon was quite thrilling.  He wondered what kind of things he and Irene would come up with once they were both transformed—he knew they’d be able to come up with something great.  And she looked like she was enjoying her time shrinking, too. . .
. . . And indeed she was.  Irene smiled as her body reduced more and more, loving the sensation of getting smaller and smaller; it was great.  She felt her legs and arms reducing in size and thickness as she shrunk down to size.  She had started out at her normal height, at about five feet tall, but quickly went down to four feet, then two feet, then one foot!  When the transformation was finally completed for her, she was about half a foot tall, standing on the living room floor.  The tiny strands of the carpet were now as tall as a field of grass to her, and she smiled and turned to Max, watching his transformation complete itself.
His change was still occurring.  The tiger felt the rubbery feeling go down to his neck, shrinking down the fur there until it was all completely gone, and then, the strange sensation traveled down his shoulders, going to the rest of his body.  Max looked down and stared in amazement at his arms, as both of them turned into balloons: as the rubbery feeling spread, his fur disappeared and was replaced by a see-through substance, very different than what he was used to.  He saw his fingers round out and his claws disappear as they were transformed into balloons, and after that, the change spread down his stomach.
When he reached his belly button, Max felt a weird sensation at his navel, and looked down in surprise.  There was now and air plug over his belly button—that was pretty interesting.  He was quite tempted to reach down and pull it out, but decided against it—perhaps he and Irene could have some fun with it together. . .
As the transformation reached his legs, Max sat down on the ground with his legs spread out, so he could watch the change wash over him.  He stared at his thighs as they became rubbery and clear, and then, his calves changed, too.  His feet were the last parts of him to transform, and they rounded out a bit more as they became part of his balloon body.  And so, the change was completed.
Irene and Max, exchanged a look.  The hyena looked up at her husband with a smile, walking over to him.  “Wow!” she said, in a small, squeaky voice.  “You look like a living blowup doll!”
Max laughed.  “Yeah, I guess I do!”
“Hmm. . .”  The hyena grinned.  “I have a really fun idea.  Can I take out your air plug?”
“Sure!” the tiger replied.  He had been hoping she might want to do that. . .!  “Go right ahead!”
She walked over to him and put her hand on the plug.  Then, she pulled it out, and put her mouth over the hole.
Immediately, she began inflating.  Air gushed inside of her tiny body, filling her up immensely.  The change started at her head, which increased in size massively, her cheeks filling up with air.  Then it went down to her throat, where a big bulge formed in her neck as oxygen went inside.  After that, her shoulders were next, as they puffed out immensely, and her arms filled up with more and more oxygen, blowing them up and rendering them immoveable at the same time.
The air went down to her stomach, which became bigger and bigger underneath her, puffing out to an enormous size.  Then the oxygen traveled down to her legs, which also blew up and were rendered unable to move.  Finally, the air leveled out inside her entire body, puffing it all out so that her form became more spherical all over.
As she did this, Max began deflating, an activity he greatly enjoyed.  He felt the air leave his toes first, making them go from round, three dimensional limbs, to flat, two dimensional objects.  After that, the rest of his foot quickly followed suit, oxygen steadily leaving his body bit by bit.  It was a relaxing, slow deflation, and he greatly enjoyed it.  He closed his eyes, and let himself savor every second of this.
After all of the air had left his feet, it traveled out of his legs.  First his calves steadily deflated, crumpling to the ground in a heap.  Then his thighs joined them, oxygen rushing out of his legs and into Irene’s open mouth.  The tiger grinned, already looking forward to more of this deflation.
His tummy was next.  It had been big and round, but as air steadily left his midsection, it slowly began to shrink, decreasing in size more and more.  It went from a large, spherical shape, to a compressed, square shape underneath his chest.  It was thrilling, honestly.
Currently, Irene’s body was a huge, round blimp!  And she was filled up big enough to cause some fun chaos. . .
Irene kept sucking air out of the plug until she felt her body juuuuust about to burst.  Then, she let it out, all in one go!
The hyena blimp went flying all around the room, and she bounced off the walls, tables, and couches as she went careening everywhere.  Finally, she landed, having lost all the air and was fully back to normal (well, as normal as she could be in this shrunken state), standing on her husband’s flat and deflated legs.
Max sighed with contentment—the deflation had been amazing, and oxygen was still leaving his balloon body.  He felt oxygen rushing out of his air hole, and made no effort to try and stop it from leaving—this was what he liked, after all, and he let himself feel every bit of this.
Air rushed out of his chest, deflating his pecs one by one, each breast decreasing in size bit by bit.  Then the deflation went up to his arms.  First, his shoulders emptied of air, and then, his upper arms joined in, losing oxygen quite rapidly.  Then air escaped his forearms, and then it left his hands.  He could feel the oxygen leaving his fingers, feel it as each one deflated down to a smaller size, turned from tiny cylinders at the end of his hand, to flattened rectangles.
Finally, only his face was left.  Max felt oxygen slowly leave his sphere shaped head, steadily going out and making his entire face crumple down.  It was a mesmerizing sensation, and he grinned as the last of his body crumpled to the floor, all flattened down.
Irene smiled down at her husband.  “Here, let me help you with that,” she said, walking up to the air plug.  She blew inside of it, steadily returning her husband back to normal size, bit by bit.  Max closed his eyes, and let himself enjoy the feeling of his wife puffing him back up.
The air flowed slowly inside of him, traveling through his body bit by tiny bit.  He first felt it in his legs: they steadily turned from flat and two dimensional limbs, back into their regular, three dimensional state; they were still made of rubber and not returned back to his normal furred body, though.  Air went inside starting at his toes, then going down to the rest of his feet, making them both bigger and bigger.  Then the oxygen Irene was blowing inside of him went up his legs, first inflating his calves, and then increasing the size of his thighs.  Finally, his legs were completely back to normal, returned to their regular state.
Next was his stomach.  As Irene blew air into him, his midsection steadily increased in size, growing bigger and bigger with each puff of oxygen.  It steadily increased in width, until it was finally back to its normal size.  Then the air went elsewhere.
The oxygen went up to Max’s chest, puffing out his pecs one by one, and after that, it was time for his arms to return to normal.  His shoulders went first, each of them puffing out one by one, and then the rest of his arms started to change.  Air first flowed into his upper arm, then his forearm, making each go from a 2D rectangle to a 3D cylinder, back to their normal states.  After that, each hand got filled with oxygen: first his palm and the top of his hand were inflated with air, and then each finger got filled with it, one by one, steadily returning to normal.
Now just his face and neck left to inflate.  Max felt air rushing inside, flowing through his neck and puffing it out back into its cylindrical shape.  Then the air came inside of his face, filling it up more and more.  He felt his chin pop back to its regular position, then his mouth and nose, then his cheeks, then his eyes and forehead.  Finally, he was all back to normal.
Just as Irene finished inflating him, and put his air plug back in, both husband and wife felt a tingling sensation, and Irene began to grow.  Max felt his rubbery outsides turning back to furred skin, and the air plug disappeared.  A moment later, both of them were back to normal.
“That was a lot of fun!” Irene exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Max agreed.  Then, he yawned.  “Though I’m getting pretty tired. . .”
“Let’s go to bed,” the hyena said.  He nodded, and the two of them stood up and went to the bedroom.  After changing into their night wear (not removing the shorts, of course), the two lay down, and went to sleep.
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The next morning, Irene felt a little bloated.  She sat up, got out from under the covers, and saw that her belly had expanded to quite a large size!  Looking over at Max, the hyena saw that he was waking up, and now quite tiny, just like she had been the other day.
Max sat up and looked up at his beloved, staring at her belly.  “That’s quite a sexy view!” he remarked.  Then, he noticed that she seemed much larger that usual.  “Whoa!  Did you grow big and tall, hon?” he asked.
Irene giggled.  “More like you get to be the mouse sized one now!  And I’m in the mood for a little hubby snack!”
The hyena playfully grabbed Max by his tail and brought him up.  They both knew that if the other wanted to stop, they would say something and the vore would end.  But judging by Max’s eager expression (currently, he was blushing happily), he was quite happy to be eaten.  Though they both liked pretending to put up a fight. . .
Irene brought her husband high up in the air and opened her maw wide.  Then, she tossed him inside of her mouth, and the feeding began.
She licked him mercilessly with her tongue, running it over her husband over and over again.  Max giggled at the relentlessly ticklish sensation, loving the way the organ washed over his entire body, covering him with drool.  Then, his wife tossed him from cheek to cheek, bringing him all around her eager mouth as she sampled his flavor.  “Mmm, you’re pretty tasty, hon!” Irene said.  “I just /have/ to keep you!”
“Oh no!” Max cried out in mock horror.  “Anything but that!”
“Too bad so sad!” Irene replied triumphantly.  “Let’s send you down the hatch. . .!”
She brought him back down to the bottom of her mouth, then pushed him to the back.  After that, a strong /gulp/ sucked Max into her throat, and he found himself in a tight, cylindrical tunnel, heading toward her stomach.
It didn’t take very long for him to reach it.  A few seconds later, he left the tube with a loud /pop/, and found himself free-falling for a moment.  Then he landed at the bottom of Irene’s stomach with a /splat/, and the tiger stood up, looking around with a smile.
He was greeted by red walls, growling and dripping with fluid: this was his new home, and he loved it.  Now the question was, how long would it take to digest in here, since he was so small now. . .?
The answer was: not very long at all.  The belly gurgled loudly and released a wave of fluids from the walls, which gathered on the bottom as a pool.  The juices reached Max’s shoulders easily, and he felt himself being broken down.
“Oh no!” he cried out, again in mock horror.  “You’re stomach’s digesting me!  Noooooo!”
“Whatever shall you do?” Irene teased him, laughing.  “You’re just food for my tummy now.  See ya, snack!”
Max smiled, and felt the rest of his body melting; it soon turned from solid form into nothing but liquid, starting at his feet and going up, quickly breaking down his body and rapidly moving upwards.  The tiger closed his eyes with a smile; now, only his head was left.  But soon enough, that was gone too: and just like that, all of Max digested into nothing but goop.
Irene let out a /buuuuurp/, and the tiger’s tiny T-shirt came flying out of her mouth.  Had the shorts stayed on him during digestion?  How interesting. . .
It didn’t take long for her husband to regenerate—they had a reformation pad right in their bedroom, after all, specifically for occasions like this one.  A moment later, Max appeared on the pad, the shorts still on his body.
“Look who’s back,” Irene teased as he climbed up the covers to the top of the bed.  “You were a nice little snack, hon.”
“Thanks!” the tiger replied.  He licked his lips.  “You know, you look like a very filling meal for my tiny body!  What do you say?”
The hyena grinned.  “I say: eat me, please!”
“With pleasure!”
Max walked over to his wife’s feet, already drooling.  Then, he brought her toes to his lips, and stretched his mouth open as much as he could.  Once he determined they were wide enough, he stuffed Irene’s toes inside of his maw.
Irene giggled as she felt his tiny mouth embrace her feet, then laughed some more as his tongue ran over her toes.  She was quite ticklish at her soles, and enjoyed the sensations she was receiving as a result.  Though it was a little hard for her to keep still. . .
Max felt his wife twitching a bit inside of his mouth, and decided to secure his food a bit more.  And so, he swallowed her toes with a loud /GULP/, sending them into the tight, inescapable confines of his throat.  Then he continued making his way up her legs, inch by inch.
Irene felt her husband swallow her feet, and one /gulp/ later, she felt her toes pop inside of Max’s stomach.  The hot, humid area growled loudly around her, and she could feel the vibrations echoing through her body.  The hyena smiled, then sat back and relaxed, allowing herself to be devoured.
As Max made his way up his wife’s body, his stomach grew massively, increasing in size more and more as food continued to fill it.  By the time all of his wife’s calves were gulped down, his belly was already getting extremely big, but this was just the start of the feeding.  He shoved her thighs down his throat, and effectively doubled the size of his stomach in a matter of seconds.
Irene watched in amazement as her husband’s tummy grew.  He was doing a really good job holding her in!  But would he be able to swallow her inflated gut?  They would have to see. . .
Max sucked in his wife’s midsection, and reached her enormous belly.  He knew that he would have to take his time with this one—but hopefully, by putting in just a little effort at a time, he would soon have it all inside of him.
He brought his lips around his wife’s big, bloated belly, bit by bit.  Once he felt that he had a secure enough position, he sucked in part of the stomach with a /gllk!/  Then he continued swallowing, sucking in Irene’s stomach inch by inch, slowly making his way up and around the organ.
As she watched her husband devour her, Irene inwardly cheered—he was doing such a good job eating her, and she was quite impressed!  But she didn’t say it out loud, since they liked to pretend that she didn’t want to be eaten.  So the hyena bit her lip, and smiled.
Max was finally halfway up Irene’s belly by now, which meant that the hard part was over.  He had made his way to the top of her stomach with each swallow, and now all he had to do was make his way back down.  So he steadily did just that, gulping down more and more of his wife, going a bit faster now, until he was finally done swallowing her huge gut,  Smiling in victory, he continued to eat her, gulping down her chest.
Irene was amazed that Max had actually swallowed her whole belly—by now, most of it was stuffed inside his extremely large stomach, and she felt a sense of pride.  But soon, all of her was going to be eaten: she watched as her tiger husband gulped down her chest, then her neck.  Now, only her head was left for him to devour.
Max smiled victoriously around his wife, loving this moment—now only a little bit of her was left!  He savored this for a few seconds longer, then quickly gulped down her head, sucking it in bit by bit and sending it down his throat.
Irene felt herself get squeezed by his mouth, then his throat, and soon, all of her popped inside of her husband’s stomach.  She smiled and hugged her curled-up body, feeling happy.
By now, Max’s belly was absolutely massive!  “Whew!  I’m stuffed!” the tiger exclaimed, flopping down onto the bed.
“Oh no!  How could a tiny thing like you truly eat me?” Irene gasped, feigning horror.
“Because I was hungry, of course,” her husband teased her.  “Now digest like the food you are!”
“Noooo!”
Right on cue, digestive juices started to drip from the belly walls.  They dribbled onto Irene’s body and pooled at the bottom of the gut, reaching up to her toes.  She could feel the parts of her that were in the liquids starting to break down and melt.  At this rate, it would take a while for all of her to be broken down, though . . . and that was perfectly fine by her.
Max let out a happy sigh and rubbed his tiny hands against his big belly, feeling victorious.  He had swallowed down all of his wife at this size—and while she had a huge belly, no less!  It felt good, and he smiled.  Now all that was left was for her to digest.
Inside the stomach, Irene felt more juices come down from the walls of her husband’s gut.  They filled up the pool at the bottom, which now went up to her ankles, resulting in all of her feet and part of her butt melting down into liquid.  She smiled and waited patiently for the rest of her to digest.
Outside, Max decided to have a bit more fun with his wife.  “How’s it going in there, prey?” he teased her.
“Oh, it’s horrible!” she cried out, pretending to be horrified as more juices came down, going halfway up her calves, and reaching her large stomach.  “I’m digesting inside of her!  I don’t want to digest.”
“Well to quote a certain someone, ‘To bad so sad!’” exclaimed Max, giggling.  “You’re going to digest away in there!  See ya!”
“Oh no!” gasped Irene.  More juices flowed down, filling up the space until they reached her chest.  Everything that was in the belly’s digestive fluids melted down, and soon, her head was the only part of her that needed to melt.  The hyena closed her eyes, looking forward to regenerating, and soon, she was gone.
And so, all of Irene was melted down into goop.  But she would be back soon. . .
Max flopped down on the bed, watching his belly shrink and listening to the liquids swirling around inside.  Letting out a huge /BEEEEELCH/, he coughed up Irene’s night shirt, which landed on the bed.  Soon, his tummy was mostly back to normal, though it had plumped up quite a bit from such a large meal.
A moment later, Irene regenerated on the pad, wearing only the shorts, and she walked over to the bed and sat down, smiling.  “What an adorable tubby little mouse you are,” she teased her husband, poking his belly.
The tiger chuckled.  “Yeah.  Though I do miss burping up /all/ of your clothes, like we usually do when we nom each other!”
“I miss that too,” Irene agreed.  “You know . . . this enchantment Iris gave us is really quite fun.”
“Yeah!” Max exclaimed.  “I wonder what it will do to us next. . .?”
The two laughed, enjoying themselves and the strange enchantment.
Little did they know that the random effects were about to change things up a bit, and get quite a bit weirder. . .