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Bull-bodied Hoshidans

Second commission done this batch. This one for @dragonitemaniac involving Ryoma and Kaden along with his OC, Ben turning into some nice, fat bulls~ Of which I'm always a complete sucker for abshanbvhab

Castle Shirasagi as frequent a sight as ever, the imposing structure feels as homely as ever. Especially as the cool orange hues of dawn begin to break through the smothering darkness of the night. And the sight is a complete reprieve from Ben’s mission after traveling into Nohr’s usually overcast and cloudy landscape. No one bats an eye as he enters; his usual outfit showing him as a master ninja looks far from out of place, especially not with him being one of Ryoma’s retainers. Though Ben’s appearance used to draw attention once upon a time back when he had first become a retainer, his own musculature hard to not notice even in the largest of crowds when the stretchy spandex of his outfit hugs each and every deep crevice of his bulging muscles.

Only one person stops him by the time he draws near Ryoma’s personal quarters. “Ben!” Kaden comes rushing over, having just walked out of his own room. “You’re back rather quick,” Bundling over to him, Kaden’s smile is big and bright after not seeing Ben for a short couple of days. The tips of Kaden’s ears reach up to Ben’s eyes with him just barely being a smidge above being a head shorter than Ben. He rests a hand on Ben’s mostly exposed pecs. He links his other arm around Ben’s torso as he leans in to give him a hug. Kaden’s long bushy tail swishes behind him.

Ben returns the smile. His face turns a bright red, his face flushed as he looks down at Kaden. Ben wraps an arm around Kaden’s own torso. The Kitsune’s svelte waist feels much smaller than his own defined abdomen topped with a rippling six pack. Ben uses his free hand to adjust his outfit, tugging down on the strip of reddish brown fabric that covers his prominent bulge.

“I made sure to take extra special care of my tail while you were gone,”

The tail is as tantalizingly soft as it looks as Ben strokes it. “I missed you too. But I’m back from my mission for now at least,”

The briefest mention of his mission seems to snap the two out of their small little stupor. Kaden pulls back first with wide eyes. “Oh, Ryoma wanted to see me!”

“Well, I need to report back to him,” Ben holds out a hand towards Kaden. “Why don’t we go together then,”

Kaden accepts Ben’s hand, the two of them walking over to Ryoma’s chambers. Kaden presses his hips against Ben's, swishing his ass as he walks. The already short distance feels like a couple of quick seconds while they walk together ; they only need to they turn a few corners before they promptly arrive.

“Enter,” Ryoma calls for both of them before they even have to wait any time at all.

Ben and Kaden kneel on the mat upon entering and seeing Ryoma’s armored self, his war attire donned; neither of them mention it, the air in the room serious.

“Thank you two for showing up so soon. I have a new mission for us three,” Ryoma motions for them to stand, deeply chuckling at them still treating his as if he were a stranger whenever anything seems remotely serious. “But first, I take it you were able to confirm that Nohr is conducting independent research?”

“Yes, Ryoma. As you asked, I didn’t break into the facility, but Nohr is clearly researching magic independent of our agreed treaty to share and aid each other’s countries through our collective resources now that Valla has been reunified as a country,” Ben speaks plainly and firmly. He stands still as he waits for Ryoma to go on.

“As I thought. Well, no matter. Why don’t we pay them a visit then?” Ryoma grins at the two of them. He stands more than an entire head taller than Kaden, Ryoma even standing a few inches taller than Ben’s already tall stature. “Think of it as a small trip,”

“Uhh, won’t it be dangerous though?” Kaden pipes up, ears twitching in thought.

“Worry not. It’s simply likely that they forgot. I must admit that even some things have slipped my mind. Plus, the supposed research facility is too close to Fort Jinya for them to be purposefully hiding away,” Ryoma grabs a katana, the common weapon a far cry from the menacing, thunderous weapon that is Raijinto. But even a simple training weapon is dangerous in Ryoma’s hands.

“I’m ready to leave whenever, Ryoma,” Already carrying his shurikens, Ben thinks nothing of resting. The added incentive of being alone with Ryoma and Kaden helps sweeten the deal of heading out once again, but Ben would happily follow Ryoma's order regardless.

Kaden quickly searches his robes for his beaststone. And produces it from a pocket, the lustrous orange stone faintly glimmering in his hands. “I’m perfectly ready to head out too,”

“Perfect. Though are you sure you’re ready to go, Ben? You only just came back,” Ryoma asks.

“I’m only glad to be of service, Ryoma. And even if this might be an accident, we can’t be too careless,”

“Thank you. I truly appreciate it. I never guessed that the man I fought at those hot springs so long ago would be as loyal as you are,” Ryoma reminisces, remembering the very first time he encountered Ben, his town known throughout Hoshido and even other countries for their wondrous hot springs. He places the palm of his hand on Ben’s bicep, the bit of exposed brawny skin —that Ben has to have at a slight angle from his broad torso and bulging chest— being caressed by Ryoma’s gloved hand. Ryoma pets Kaden with his other hand, scratching him right behind his ears. “And you too Kaden. I think no one in Hoshido would’ve expected such a newfound close relationship with the Kitsune Hamlet,” Ryoma smiles fondly with him, glad to be able to help mend the rift between Hoshido and the Kitsune tribe, both him and Kaden's close relationship helping start it.

“Of course, Ryoma,” Both Kaden and Ben respond. The two of them blushing, Kaden leans into the embrace, humming as he presses his body against Ryoma's, not minding the coldness of Ryoma's armor, still able to feel the resonating warmth from Ryoma; meanwhile, Ben stands still, shyly looking at the ground. Once again he adjusts his clothes as he looks down at the ground, maneuvering the small strap of karuta plating on his torso a bit further down to cover his meaty bulge.

The trio last like that for a few minutes before Ryoma eventually returns his hands to himself. “Alright, let’s be on our way,” Ryoma leads the way as Ben and Kaden follow behind him.

True to Ryoma’s words, the trip is barely a trek at all. The three of them reach Fort Jinya by carriage before it even reaches midday. And they waste no time in walking past the laxed borders, no one stopping their king. Though they do get a bunch of awed stares the entire time. Partly from seeing Ryoma, the sight of their king a rarity outside of Shirasagi, partly from Kaden, Kitsunes still an elusive sight to behold, and even partly from Ben, his massive muscles larger than even the most fit of woodchoppers. They walk the rest of the way with the strange new research facility only a couple of hours away. The landscape no longer resembles the usual serene plains of Hoshido. The craggy terrain they walk through is the usual view whenever walking near Nohr and Hoshido’s borders.

Kaden’s ears twitch as they draw closer to the supposed facility. “Someone's nearby,” He stops Ben and Ryoma, the trio finally taking their first stop.

The entire area is silent minus the chirps and trills of the few animals in the distance. Ben gets ready to rush off, but he's held back by Ryoma's arm. And Ben is met with only a simple shake of his head.

“Up there!” Kaden points at the group's unexpected guest.

“And to what do I owe you boys the pleasure?” Niles says, standing far above them. A few pebbles come rolling down the large, steep rocks.

Ryoma steps forward. He holds one hand out, glad to see a comrade from the war, no matter how little he may have conversed with Niles. “We were on our way to see the facility Nohr recently constructed since I was personally invited,”

“Really now?” Niles raises a brow, his one good piercing eye staring at Ryoma. He never once moves from his spot. And neither do the three men below him for their part. “If you received such a personal invitation, then why don’t I have a look? I could personally lead you there. With all the special perks that comes with it,” He throws them all a quick wink, more of his fit, tanned chest exposed as he leans down at them.

Ryoma stays silent. His teeth grind together despite the smile that never once wavers from his face.

“It was a messenger!” Ben stands forward. “They told us about our invitation and to meet them at the gate. Come on, Niles, it’d be rude of us to be late,”

“Hmmm,” Niles taps his chin with a sigh. “Well… If you’re so concerned about being late, then who exactly would you be late for? I’m sure if for some miraculous reason this messenger we supposedly sent didn’t give you all a letter of introduction, then I would hope they did their job in at least informing you of who exactly is inviting you,”

“Uhhh…” Ben goes quiet, now gritting his teeth much like Ryoma.

Niles sighs. “Well, I guess it is true you can’t have brains and brawn. Though you still look as good ever,” Niles reaches behind him, pulling out an arrow from his quiver as he readies his bow. “If you three are so keen on seeing what we’re up to, why don’t I give you all a little taste? I promise you’ll feel nothing but pleasure,” The arrow goes flying in the air, the highground afforded to him giving him ample enough of a vantage to aim as freely as he wants.

Only to meet the ground, Ben jumping out of the way. “Are you crazy?” He shouts, another arrow ending up burrowed into the ground left of him. Ben wastes no time in fighting back; he tosses shurikens at Nile’s legs.

Ryoma has a much easier time dodging the few arrows Niles aims his way. As if in a dance, he simply waits for every arrow, nimbly shifting his body as though the wind were guiding him, each and every arrow never coming close to hitting him. His katana unsheathed, Ryoma cuts a few arrows in half, clearly teasing back at Niles. Ryoma continues to dodge to the right, Niles continuously waiting to call his bluff by aiming towards the left.

“Well, this was to be expected against such evasive foes,” Niles shouts at them over Ben’s grunts, Ryoma as silent as a leaf while Kaden simply watches. “Bingo,” He whispers to himself, nocking yet another arrow Ben’s way. And just before he lets it fly through the air, he shifts his weight, aiming directly at Kaden’s torso.

Ben and Ryoma can’t even react in time, both of them unknowingly pushed too far to the right by Niles’ aiming. The blistering fast arrow reaches its target with zero issue. And it bounces right off of Kaden’s flat stomach. Even his vest is unaffected by the weapon; the arrow thuds down onto the floor as if it simply hit a stone wall. Kaden laughs at the attempt. “That felt like a pillow, Niles. Just take us to the place already!” He shouts, hands cupped around his mouth.

Arrow in hand, Niles examines it.

“Wait, really, Kaden?” Ben rushing over to Kaden he pulls his kimono undone, hands pressed against Kaden’s exposed creamy abdomen, not even a bruise forming. When nothing happens, he pulls his hands away with a blush on his face. He doesn't bother tying Kaden's kimono back. And he sneaks a couple of glances when he can.

“Nothing hurts. Promise! I guess he was just joking,”

Ryoma joins them, walking slowly. “That sounds like Niles,” He sighs.

“Alright! Hit me Niles!” Ben pounds his pecs, grinning as he stares up at their playful attacker. “If these really are magical, then go ahead. But then you have to take us to the new research facility,” Ben stands his ground. He waits for Niles’ answer.

Niles scratches the back of his white hair. “Did I really get a bunch of duds?” He mumbles, confusion clearly on his face. But he turns his focus back over to Ben, staring him down with a glint in his eye much like the first time he encountered him in Corrin’s own personal Astral Plane, the hot springs a personal favorite of Ben’s. “Alright, deal. Guess I was just unlucky to be given a dud today,” The arrow let loose, it goes straight to Ben, hitting him on his pecs.

“Are you okay, Ben?” Ryoma asks, getting closer to him.

“I’m fine! It feels like no- bwwuuuoOORRPL!” Ben goes quiet, interrupted by his audibly churning gut. “Actually… huff I feel… off…” Ben fans himself. “Ughhh…” Suddenly feeling as if he were back visiting the Wind Tribe, the scorching heat as he trekked through the sand feeling all too close to right now, Ben struggles with his armor. Everything clings to him. Fabric feels too confining. He does his best to soothe himself.

“Ben!” Kaden and Ryoma rush over to Ben. They coddle him, having him take a seat on the ground. “Here, just take deep breaths,” Ryoma stands to the side. His eyes never waver from Ben’s panting state, a few beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Kaden waits on Ben’s other side. “I felt fine when I was hit, I promise! Maybe it’s poison for humans?” Kaden gets closer to him and sniffs him, nostrils placed right up to Ben’s face as he straddles him, Kaden's ass pressed up against Ben's crotch. He gives Ben some relief after a short while, back on Ben's side.

“I just… I feel so warm…” Ben grunts. He clenches his teeth for a short while before letting his head tilt back. “Hnghhh…” He reflexively rests a hand on his abs. His stomach continuing to gurgle, Ben lets out a small burp. And his stomach continues to loudly gurgle, his washboard abs washing away as he suddenly begins to grow. “Ough…” Ben moans. His head is fully tilted back, his face a scorching shade of red. His abs quickly disappear, the six pack softening and widening as flab replaces and covers it. The stretchy fabric adheres to Ben’s growing curves, his muscular thighs losing their shape as they fill up with lard. The elastic material shows off his widening body as Ben quickly loses all of the bulging muscles he had only a few minutes ago. And the top of his outfit begins to bulge out; the extremely low cut of his top shows off his growing bulge, a large round gut billowing past the black trimming of it. The karuta plating grows taut on his figure. His large, sagging tits press up against the rope of his shoulder armor, the rope stretched even more than it once was against his formerly broad pecs. Ben continues to grow; his biceps are completely washed away under a heaping helping of lard, the two once meaty arms even larger now with sagging rolls of arm fat. The armor wrapped around his gut is the first piece to come undone, the loose knot coming undone with his bulging torso needing room to grow. And grow Ben does, the once buff master ninja now rather obese, his gut seeping onto his broad, widened thighs. “So tight…” He complains, grunting as the rest of his armor feels piercingly tight.

“Here, let me help,” Kaden begins unlacing Ben’s bracers and tosses them away, getting the sharp pointed metal away from them all.

Ryoma starts helping Ben with the rest of his armor, unlacing all the rest of it. “It’ll be all fine, Ben. I’ll make sure of it,” Ryoma starts with the shoulders, his hands pressed up against Ben’s large breasts as they continue to swell with flab, more and more of them spilling out of the top. Then he quickly moves onto taking off the armor from his legs, needing to take care of it immediately with how dangerously it begins to creak and groan. And lastly, Ryoma unlaces the plating on his thighs. Ryoma has to dig his hands underneath Ben’s gut. Kaden’s hands squish against Ben's gut, Kaden needing to help Ryoma with Ben's gut getting in the way. Ryoma’s fingers get close to Ben’s crotch as he undoes the plating, Ben’s large dick ending up buried under a swathe of flab that is his blossoming fat pad along with his growing gut.

“We’ll take care of you, Ben. Don’t you worry,” Kaden practically straddles Ben as he fawns over him. His kimono is still undone; his smooth creamy skin is pressed up against all of Ben’s flab. “You are really soft though,” Kaden whispers, his hands roaming Ben’s flabby body; he cups the large pendulous breasts, his fingers squeezing Ben’s tits that are slowly starting to rival the size of Kaden’s head.

Ryoma takes part in Kaden’s groping. “As long as you’re okay, then maybe this is fine,” He rubs Ben’s gut. He has both hands all over the large flabby mass of fat as he teases and tests the heft of it.

Ben tries his best to not focus on Kaden’s caresses or the way Kaden’s trim yet defined chest is tauntingly right in front of his face. Even as the beginning effects of the magic begin to wear off, Ben slowly gaining a bit of lucidity back. But the semblance of thoughts regained doesn’t help with Ryoma also helping him and consoling him, that and the tingling he feels in his head and tits as well as his tail bone.

“Hmmm, so maybe some people are simply immune to the magic…” Niles muses, still watching the scene unfold in the distance. He catches a glimpse of Kaden, his ears and tails taunting him. “Or maybe…” He aims an arrow at Ryoma and shoots it.

And in the trio’s distraction, Niles hits a bullseye, directly hitting Ryoma as he takes the full force of the hit; Ryoma groans, clutching his gut as he stares up at Niles. But he says nothing, all the words that he might have are instead reduced to pants and wheezes. “This is… pant too hot…” The magic takes a smaller hold on Ryoma, his body well able in dealing with magical attacks. But he still feels the potent effects, bits and pieces of armor clinging onto the floor. His growing tummy doesn’t help with his armor. His defined, well built torso becomes flabby as his body begins to pack on the pounds, his blubbery love handles soon tightly pressing up against the red bits of rope holding his codpiece. His lower half is less receptive to the magic but they still fill out with fat. Ryoma’s thighs lose the definition they’ve built from years of training and marching, his legs filling up with flab as they begin to double in size, the upper portion of his thighs squishing up against each other. More and more of the inner rivulets of thigh fat begin to press up against itself, Ryoma’s ass pushes outward, his defined rear swelling into a blubbery cushion for his engorged body. But his breasts are the greatest recipient to his growth; his once defined pecs fit for a true warrior morph into two gelatinous, bulging tits. And with no support to hold them, they press up against his armor, the cool red metal tightly compressing his tits as he tries to paw at them.

“Ryoma…” Ben shifts his focus from his own fattened body and to Ryoma’s growing self; Ben gets an eye full of his Lord that looks like a smaller version of his own corpulent self. His vision shifts straight on over to Niles as he slowly stands up.

“H-hey! Sit back down! It’ll be alright, I promise. We’re sensitive to magic and this seems like it’ll be all fine. Plus I told you already. I don’t even smell poison,” Walking in front of him —Kaden stumbling backwards as he tries to stop him— Kaden rests his hands on Ben’s obese body, his flab wobbling with each step he takes. Kaden shifts his attention back over to Ryoma.

And Ryoma clearly needs some help, his growing self about half as big as Ben’s fat ass but still struggling with most of his armor still on. Ryoma’s face lacks the usual determined concentration it usually has. Instead, the expression is replaced with a contented, dopey smile. Even as his growing chubby self is quickly morphing into clearly fat territory and beyond that.

“Oh fine. Just don’t do anything stupid, please,” Kaden returns to Ryoma’s side. More and more of Ryoma’s armor ends up littering the floor, the codpiece the first thing Kaden takes off. “You’re not as soft as Ben, but you do feel nice too,” Kaden whispers in his ear, hands untying Ryoma’s helmet with his flabby near squirrel-like cheeks beginning to press against the tough red metal. The pieces of armor take longer for Kaden to remove. Ryoma's flab is poked and grabbed, blubbery skin squished under Kaden's expertise. The numerous pieces of armor helps slow him down, Kaden's own insistence on groping Ryoma slowing him further down. He helps Ryoma with the metal of his shoes and Kaden finally gets Ryoma into a seated position with his lower half finally able to freely move. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you and Ben. If you want, I can even take you two back to my hamlet,” Kaden has far less restraint with Ryoma than he does with Ben, the two of them much less nervous than him. Kaden’s ass rests on Ryoma’s lap, the comfortable spot growing even more spacious as Ryoma’s thighs fill further out, one thigh soon becoming the size of two of his own. The growing gut Ryoma sports does little to deter him from his personal seat; the expanding mass of flab is only something else for him to fawn over and play with in between taking off all the intricate bits of armor Ryoma has.

Ben not focused on helping Ryoma’s immediate situation, the retainer focuses instead on getting revenge for his Lord. He ignores the weight of his chest, the churning swollen chest threatening to make him topple over as he cumbersomely makes his way to Niles. The ache in his head is secondary, the small stubby horns he begins to sprout attributed to his anger at his Lord being attacked. The tail forming behind him feels imaginary, the aching heat nothing more than an afterthought as he charges at Niles, shouting his name.

For his part, Niles remains calm. Far, far away from Ben —and a steep craggy terrain to help him further— he simply keeps another arrow nocked into his bow. He watches as the final effects of the magic begin to take hold of Ben, his transformation into a fat bull nearly complete by the time he sprouts ears; the long fluffy ears that replace his once human ones flick as he laboriously trudges at Niles.

“Niles! I’ll -huff get -wheeze I’ll…” Ben still gaining weight, his already immense growing size has left him nearly immobile; the nearly seven hundred pound bull comes to a near crawl.

“You sure are receptive to the spell. Fitting for a meathead like you. I wonder…” An idea in his head, Niles consults no one but himself as he shoots another enchanted arrow at Ben. He hits another bullseye on the now transformed bull, the shot as easy as hitting a barn with Ben barely able to waddle.

Ben’s body expands even further. He comes quickly crashing down, Ben ending up on his large ass as he fills up with even more fat. “N-no-nnnnghh….” His eyes are closed, Ben pants all the while, more and more of the ground covered by his growing lard. He desperately tries moving, legs unwilling to cooperate besides more than a couple of thrashes. And his arms try for a while before they continue to fill up with fat as well, their already sluggish movements slowing down before they too become unwilling to budge an inch. All Ben can do is wiggle his fingers and toes, those too slowly becoming smothered in lard.

Kaden’s eyes widen. “Come on… up!” Kaden’s arms lift with all their might, tugging at Ryoma to get him standing, thankful for the initial stupefying effect to be nearly done.

“I… Kaden?” Ryoma leans on Kaden. His legs struggle for a scant few moments, the bulk of his four hundred pounds heft a strange sensation before he grows accustomed to it. More of his clothes begin to fall off of his hefty body, shreds of the white fabric on the floor. Ryoma is still growing. More flab accumulates on his bulky self. Especially in his gut, Ryoma's swelling belly sagging past the now destroyed waistband of his pants. He leans only a bit against Kaden, careful to not overtax Kaden's lithe frame. His hands can't help but wander Kaden's exposed torso, his pudgy fingers caressing the silky smooth skin. But he still sluggishly walks, following Kaden’s lead. “Niles did this to Ben?” He whispers to himself, gazing at Ben’s corpulence as it billows out in all directions. His question comes out softly, a hushed moan escaping him as he finds no harsh remark to say.

Instead, as the two finally make their way to the fully immobilized Ben, Ryoma practically topples over, resting on the massive mattress smothering sized Ben. Ryoma’s still growing figure looks emaciated next to Ben.

“Ryoma…” Ben whines, his breath clearly labored.

Ryoma pulls back his flabby hand, his over swollen digits coated in a strange liquid. “Nngh…” Clutching his head, Ryoma feels his own horns beginning to form, the two thick brown horns quickly growing an entire foot above his head. His tail pokes out from underneath his top, the large bushy tail matching the same deep shade of brown as his thick, flowing mane of hair.

“Oh…” Kaden presses a hand to Ben’s chest, one over swollen breast too large to be lifted up with a single hand, said breasts now large enough to smother Kaden’s entire torso as well. “Well looks like you are nothing but a fat bull now after all,” Kaden’s nose twitches, giving the cloyingly sweet milk a sniff. “You do look like you could use some help,”

“Ah-ahhhhhh…” Ben’s eyes roll to the back of his head as Kaden sucks straight from his right tight, his tongue lapping up the torrent of milk. His fingers are clenched around the useless pile of lard while he coaxes more milk from Ben’s needy breasts.

Kaden keeps going. His face ends up drenched, milk spurting out from Ben’s tits as it squirts onto his face and drips down his torso. So enraptured, the kitsune unaffected by the magic in the first place fails to notice the bit of weight he gains, the fattening milk clearly filling out his rail thin body. Kaden gains a few pounds for the first time in his life; his flat stomach soon turns into a prominent belly. He swells with each deep, wanton gulp, Kaden’s leggings become more sheer as he grows. He shifts his stance, needing to widen his legs as his thighs widen, his legs extremely receptive to his growing weight. And with his kimono still undone, his gut is free to sag without any fabric getting in the way. All over, Kaden looks round by the time he finally pulls away from Ben’s chest with a contented burp. Kaden’s lower half is clearly affected the most, his thighs now bulging with a wider stance from his bottom heavy figure. And his once perky bubble butt is filled with fat, the two rotund cheeks sagging from their weight despite how tightly they press up against his pants. His large scarf helps cover up his flabby chin, an extra bit of heft notable on his face.

“Ahhh… Your milk was super thick and heavy,” Kaden sighs, his newfound belly jiggling while he gives it a few pats.

Ryoma stares at Kaden. His own chest churning with milk, he winces a bit from the buildup of pressure. “Thanks for the help,” Ryoma stands closer, the now torn shreds of his top on the floor and giving Kaden free access to his large tits. Kaden wastes no time, happy to help Ryoma with his own problem. Tears run down his pants as he continues to drink, thighs widening with flab as his ass soon begins to lose its shape. With nowhere near as much milk in Ryoma, Kaden has the time to take a large swig from both breasts, Kaden pushing them together as he takes turns lapping up as much as he can from both of them. More and more of his leggings begin to strain as he widens out once again. They begin to tear, small wisps of his porcelain skin peeking past the sheer, black leggings. His leggings also begin to fall down his ass and his kimono fails to cover them with it not being long enough. His arms start to struggle a bit by the end of it, his much flabbier arms quivering from not only the weight of Ryoma’s tits but from the weight of his own arms as well. About another hundred pounds slathered onto his body, Kaden’s pear shaped self is even more apparent on his three hundred pound porker of a body. His kimono is in complete ruins, the sleeves uncomfortably tight around his shoulders and arms. And the fabric frames his bulging little belly, the fabric unable to be wrapped around him any more. He wipes away the last bit of milk that stains his cheeks. Kaden takes deep, heavy breaths, his aching gut suddenly full in such a quick span of time. And even then, the allure of more milk seems to call out to him, Kaden needing to shake his head to clear his mind.

“You taste really sweet,” He grabs his beaststone, energy restored after the long trek. “But let me take care of something,” Transformed into his fox form even faster than the flash of light that envelops him appears, Kaden immediately comes bundling over to Niles.

“Aww, does someone want revenge? Well, go on right ahead,” Niles treks down the rocks, approaching the kitsune that goes faster than he or any horse could ever hope to outrun.

“I’m glad that we’re in agreement then!” Kaden shapeshifts back midair, leaping at Niles. Stealing an arrow from his quiver, he plunges the head of it into Niles abdomen.

Niles lets out a small burp, already prematurely rubbing his gut before any flab can start forming. “I already told you, didn't I? There’s nothing harmful about this. Ooof…” Niles grabs and gropes himself as he feels himself slowly fill out, the transformation much less effective on him with how resistant to magic he is. But it still fills him out, Niles gaining more than an extra hundred pounds onto his svelte, trim body. Like Kaden, Niles has a bit of a pear shape to him, his thighs and ass clearly filling up more than his flabby belly does. But unlike Kaden, Niles’ clothes are prepared for the transformation; all of his attire stays perfectly well fitted from their enchantment, all of it growing as he does. And after a while, Niles finally sprouts his own horns, the extra appendages a silvery gray in contrast to Ryoma and Ben’s. His chest looks more fitting on a woman, Niles’ busty breasts filled out with the milk he’s already beginning to produce. He even pulls down the ruffled neckline of his shirt.

“Well? I’m sure you're dying for a taste,” Niles teases, holding a breast in one hand.

And Kaden obliges. He voraciously guzzles down the bit of milk that Niles produces. He practically sucks him dry, not a single bit of milk wasted with a smaller area to work on. “Hmmm, you taste more refreshing, as if it were cold,” Kaden belches, rubbing his gut. The effects of the milk clearly displayed on Kaden again, he’s gained around fifty extra pounds on top of the already large amount of weight from how much he drank from Ben and Ryoma, Kaden looking more than twice his original size with him clearly being well into four hundred pounder territory. The last spurt of his growth causes his leggings to finally tear to shreds, most of it reduced to scraps. His ass juts out behind him, the large rear too big to properly sit in the chairs in Castle Shirasagi as it even makes his fluffy tail seem small, the upper curve of his ass pressing up against it.

“No one’s ever mentioned how it tastes. I’m sure the mages will love you. And well, a promise is a promise. You three wait here while I get a carriage for you,” Niles waves at Ben, giving him a smile. “I’ll get a couple of rescue staves for you. We’re going to need them just to slowly lug your fat ass around,”

Kaden does as Nilles says and waits with the two much more massive men. Even with his own sudden weight gain, Kaden barely weighs half as much as Ryoma’s morbidly obese self, Hoshido’s king reduced to a barely mobile bull. And next to Ben, both Ryoma and Kaden together pale in comparison to him, Ben absolutely dwarfing his lord and best friend.

Ben no longer even resembles the bulky, beefy body he used to have, his old physique more reminiscent of ax swinging barbarians than a ninja. And now, his body is akin to a prized hog. But even a hog has a semblance of a shape, Ben left an absolute near shapeless blob that’s lucky to have zero furniture get in the way of all his corpulence. Ben’s newfound horns and ears are hard to make out past all his girth. Weighing an astonishing couple of tons, Ben’s gut surges out in front of him; the cascading gut —that’s larger than Kaden and Ryoma combined— consists of numerous rolls that reach further than his feet. His feet are amorphous blobs, the two thick limbs wider than the numerous columns in Nohr’s architecture. His legs are nothing more than adornments, the two of them completely immobile like the entire rest of him. And so are his arms, the two bulging arms far bigger than the beefy biceps they once were; Ben’s arms are permanently stuck at an angle from his bulging belly fat along with his immense tits. Ben’s tits are absolutely immense. Each swollen jug is large enough to be used as a personal seat, his chest now large enough to rival a person in size alone. And his ass surges out behind him. His exposed rear spills out behind him, his amorphous ass no longer the perky, muscular bubble butt. The small, little bull tail he sprouted during his transformation feels like an afterthought on his enormity, the tail practically smothered in between all of his lard.

Ryoma is no slouch as well. He looks noticeably much larger. And not from the fat alone, Ryoma’s tall, thick horns that sprouted from his head making him seem taller as well as more menacing despite his porcine figure. Still mobile unlike Ben, Ryoma seemingly doesn’t have much longer till even that is nothing more than a memory. Especially with the way his gut begins to gurgle, a feast much like the one held once Anankos had been defeated being demanded by Ryoma’s currently insatiable self. His upper half is the largest aspect of himself; his gut sags far past his crotch, the gut grazing his swollen knees, the flabby, grabbable lard sagging far past those as well. The sides of Ryoma’s bulging love handles press up against the similarly bulging upper rolls of his gut, Ryoma’s lard melding together. And his tits are similarly as favored as his gut. The two large breasts are larger than Ryoma’s own bloated face, his numerous chins and necks jiggling with each deep breath he takes. Ryoma has a trickle of milk running down his sagging gut. He does his best to not touch his churning tits, not willing to cause himself to make a mess. His width hides his bushy bull tail, the wagging tail still hard to see behind him.

Kaden looking like a trained warrior next to Ryoma’s barely mobile self, he looks absolutely emaciated next to Ben. And not having been turned into a fat bull unlike the two of them, the amount of milk he’s drunk has left him rather obese. His clothes are in tatters; some scraps of clothes are left on his clothes unlike the two fat blobs of men. Kaden is also bottom heavy unlike the other two. His ass bulges behind him, each swollen cheek wobbling behind him whenever he shifts his portly weight. And his thighs struggle to stay apart with their width despite how spread out his legs are. Kaden’s hands rub against the underside of his sizable gut; his hands rub back and forth as he cradles it. His bushy tail slowly wags behind him, the large, fluffy tail peeking out behind him.

“Hey this isn’t so bad, right?” Kaden takes a seat on Ben’s gut, sinking into his tons of lard. Draping himself over Ben’s girth, he slowly rubs Ben’s flab.

Ben’s face is red, his mind finally snapped free from the magic. “I… dammit. But I failed,” Ben glumly responds. If he were able to cross his arms, he would. But instead, his arms stay uselessly splayed to the side, his leaking breasts pressed up against them. He tries to focus on his failure and not the way Kaden and Ryoma so casually treat him like a plaything, both of them using him as their own personal bed as if it were nothing.

Ryoma erupts into a fit of laughter. Fat jiggles as he laughs, strips of torn clothes falling off his morbidly obese figure. Dribbles of milk spill down Ryoma’s large breasts with him being just as much as a bull as Ben despite his smaller size. “It’s alright, Ben. If it were someone else, then we would all have taken it much more seriously,”

Kaden sagely nods his head, his double chin squishing against itself. “Yeah. We all know Niles plays around too much,”

“Still. It’s no excuse for me to fail,” Ben doesn’t look at either of them. His face feels as red as a fire tome. He eventually lifts his gaze with Ryoma’s heavy breathing.

Ryoma’s tired huffs sound out as he adjusts himself, sluggishly moving his nearly immobile self on top of Ben's five times as heavy enormity, his retainer probably too big to even fit in his room back in Shirasagi. His own exposed flab slaps against Ben’s lake of lard, Ryoma getting closer to his face. “Alright -wheeze then…” Ryoma catches his breath for a moment as he takes a seat on Ben’s tits. And Kaden joins in climbing Ben, Ben wobbling as if there was an earthquake. “If you want a punishment, then you’ll have to be our personal bed for the meantime,” Ryoma squeezes Ben’s cheeks, both hands unable to even properly grasp a single cheek alone. A glint in his eye —the small little sparkle resembling the picturesque beginnings of sunrise fitting for the country founded by the Dawn Dragon— Ryoma slowly leans down, lard squished against lard as he presses his lips against Ben’s. Ryoma is gentle, just like his first few instructions back when Ben had just become his retainer, taking his sweet slow time.

Ben stays still, not that he could lean back from the kiss. But he wouldn’t even if he could, Ben’s blobular face squished against Ryoma’s porcine jowls. His breath is slow, Ben unable to stop himself from pathetically mewling. Even as Ryoma pulls back, a faint grin on his face unlike Ben’s red stricken jowls.

“I can agree with that!” Kaden joins the two, climbing Ben’s immense body and taking a nice comfortable spot on his backside. “I’m sure Ryoma and I will take great care of our new bed too,” Kaden’s fingers rub the tip of Ben’s horns. Kaden adjusts himself, getting closer as he looks upside down at Ben; his orange strands frame his puffy face, Kaden cheerfully smiling before leaning down. Both hands sink into Ben’s arms as he uses them for support. Kaden kisses Ben, his far more rough as he bites at Ben’s pudgy lips. Kaden loudly huffs through his nose. He also gives Ben a breastfull with his position, the Kitsune as taunting and teasing as ever.

Ben fully embraces the kiss, much more ready for the second one. He simply stays in place like with Ryoma’s kiss, Ben completely unable to even shift his head; Ben’s loud breathing matches Kaden’s, Ben moans nearly as loud as he tries to catch his breath even once Kaden finally pulls back.

Ryoma simply hums in agreement. His hands resume in fondling Ben’s jowls, one hand eventually straying to ruffle Ben’s hair. “And we’ll make sure our bed never goes hungry. “Do you find this punishment fitting?” Ryoma and Kaden stare down at Ben.

“Yes…” He meekly responds, eyes wide as Ryoma and Kaden continue to fondle him as punishment, all of them waiting to be taken to the magic facility that created the spell they’re currently afflicted by.

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