Full of Hot Veraero

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Faezwaht Hymlmerl and Roaring Typhoon, both Roegadyn, both completely different.

Faez had the muscular, powerful build that most people associated with the proud Roegadyn race; Roar was just as powerful, but fat as a blimp, and couldn’t care less about how he looked. Faez had a tanned, sand-like complexion; Roar had a warm, subdued all-over golden brown complexion. Faez had short cropped red hair like fire; Roar bound his deep-blue sea coloured hair in a high ponytail.

The most important difference was that while Roaring Typhoon preferred to master the mechanics of his own body, through meditation, and the repetitious exercises of martial arts, Faez preferred the supreme power of magic. A bias clear from the jewelled rapier in his right hand, and the levitating focus which brimmed with the promise of a new spell.

He beamed at Roar, eager to show off his latest accomplishment. “Get up, I’ve finally discovered a spell which can overcome your defences, ‘Kugane Typhoon.’” He said, referencing Roar’s stage name.

Roar yawned and acquiesced to the red-haired mage’s demand. “Is that why you barged into my house? I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” he sat upright on the edge of a large stone pool wearing nothing but underwear and a silk kimono he kept open, showing his wide belly.

Faez permitted himself a celebratory chuckle. He flashed his rapier at the sumo. “Watch! I’ve mastered a spell no Red Mage before me has ever been capable of!”

“Humility 2?” Roar quipped.

Faez ignored him, he was a magical ignorant. No need to explain the fine mechanics of sword-play acceleration, or the careful equations he had crafted in his mind’s eye to accomplish his new feat of spellbinding.

“Veraero four!” Faez waited for applause which never came.

Roar arched his brow. “I... thought you said that the most complex wind spell Red Mages could use was Veraero TWO?”

“I skipped three and went straight to four.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“Nonsense! Assume your immovable stance, bloated fool!”

Roar groaned, got up, and did as Faez commanded. “This good enough?” He rested his hands on his squatted legs, and waited. “You’re going a bit far with the ‘bloated fool’ thing, by the by. We’re friends, you know.”

“And rivals!” Faez slashed arcane symbols into the air with mechanical precision. When he felt his aether flow and meld with the power generated by his swordplay, he held the rapier with the blade pointed to the earth and beckoned the focus to connect with the hilt. He recited incantations in an old tongue, forgotten to time, and saw the divide between White and Black magic form in his minds eye. He skewed the internal formula towards White Magic, and grasped at the threads which would become his magnum opus, the spell Veraero Four!

He thrust his inverted rapier forward in its casting configuration.

And his muscular, toned, well-maintained body. The one he made sure to eat just right to nourish. Exploded outwards and adopted the proportions of a hot air balloon. His silken black robes held fast, and refused to break, but the fine jewellery and other accoutrements to his carefully cultivated aesthetic pinged off like so many pieces of expensive confetti.

“Wh-what happened!?” He said, dropping his rapier in shock. His sandalled feet left the ground as he floated in the middle of Roaring Typhoon’s outdoor bathing area, steadily inflating larger like someone had shoved a blacksmith’s bellows into his mouth and begun to compress the slats! “I’m blowing up like... like...!”

“A blimp!” Roar laughed. “You’re a blimp. Hah!”

“This isn’t funny!”

Roar straightened up and walked towards Faez. He gave his friend’s belly a slap. It caused him to bounce backwards, and gently bob against the wall. “Oh wow, you even feel like a balloon.”

Faez grunted. The feeling of Roar’s forceful hand on his body was... nice. The shock of impact reverberated through him, and sent shivers down his spine. Well, if he still had one. He wasn’t sure if he was hollow or not at this point. The spell had apparently gone so wrong, it fired inwards, instead of outwards.

Faez winced. His face became plump, as air built up under his neck, and in his cheeks, giving him the look of someone hundreds of pounds heavier than he was. “It’s... still... going.”

Faez’s proud glutes expanded to obscene proportions. His leggings exploded off of him like powerless fireworks, leaving him to swell towards the open sky above in nothing but a nigh-indestructible black thong he had enchanted to save his modesty under dire circumstances. He never imagined they would ever be THIS dire, however.

“Roar, help me! I’m still growing! And I’m floating away, help!”

Roar tutted. “Say you’re sorry.”

Faez growled. His anger did something to the magic. He surged, his fat arms widening until he could no longer bend them by his own volition. He watched each individual finger hiss, and puff up into a sausage on the end of his hand, before he finally capitulated and swallowed his pride.

“Fine, fine, fine! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for insulting you earlier, just please do something before I either burst or the entirety of Kugane SEES me like this!”

Roar put his hands on Faez and mashed him against the wall. The raging air inside of him pushed out, and forced both his ass, and his breasts, to swell until they competed with his hot air balloon belly for size. “I think you look good like this, personally, but if you’re THAT opposed to being a blimp.”

Roar recited words of praise to the gods, he invoked the kami, and asked them to quell the maelstrom inside of Faez.

Faez felt the pressure ease. His beautiful robe, however, had ridden up and now pulled taut across his breasts like the worlds largest silk bra. His cheeks flushed pink, and he reluctantly said to Roaring Typhoon. “Can you... please, help me deflate?”

Roar grabbed Faez by his robe-bra, and chuckled. He swung him over his shoulder, and then looked at the doorway which ‘could’ theoretically allow the expanded Red Mage to pass.

“So you want me to deflate you, eh?”

Faez nodded sheepishly.

Roar swung Faez again, pushed him, or rather wedged him in the doorway that led from the outdoor area to the lounge and smirked. “I hope you don’t mind a good squeeze, then,” he said, gripping handfuls of Faez’s behemoth sized ass cheeks.

Faez shuddered, desperate to deny that the manhandling felt good. “Just, make it quick.”

Roar shook his head. “Oh nooooo, it’s going to take aaaaaaalllll day to deflate you down to size...”

Faez sighed, and resigned himself, secretly elated, to his fate as the sumo’s private balloon.