July 2024 Prompt: The Great Professor Bizarre Spell Mishap (Extreme Weight Gain/Ass Growth)

"You're sure this is the right incantation?" Professor Archibald Bizarre, a superhero to the various organisations of the world, squinted at the dusty parchment, the candlelight of his lab flickering across his round spectacles. His voice echoed in the dimly lit chamber of his cluttered study, filled with ancient tomes and peculiar artefacts. The man had been stumped when the hero Alloy told him of this scroll that the cult he and his team took down. Looking over the alleged writing, Archibald brushed aside his long greying hair as he tried to make sense of what the cult were attempting.

The parchment crinkled under his gloved fingers, the ink seemingly dancing with an eerie glow. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before, a concoction of ancient symbols and mystical jargon that even his extensive knowledge of the arcane was struggling to decode. But he had to try. The fate of the city, nay, the world, might just rest on this peculiar incantation.It didn't help that most of the information the hero team had gotten off the cult seemed like some mishmash of various myths with barely any coherent link. The only recurring images he had gotten was something relating to a feast. Whether it had to do with some sacrificial feast for a god, or a feast to the cult itself, was unknown

"Only one way to see what this does," Professor Bizarre said aloud to himself, ignoring the doubt whispering in his mind, Archibald took a deep breath and began to chant the incantation. His voice resonated throughout the lab, seeming to bounce across the various relics in his possession. The air grew thick with anticipation, the dust particles swirling around him, pulled by the magic that the chant called. The very fabric of reality quivering in response to the ancient words leaving his lips. The room heating up, the very atoms in the air vibrating. The candles scattered around the chamber began to flicker, the orange flames switching to a deep blue and purple before snuffed out by the enchanted wind. The trails of smoke flowing around, circling above Archibald as the chant reached the end.

Uttering the final word, Archibald found himself shutting his eyes when the scroll erupted in a flash of blinding light, and with it, a rich and decadent scent flooded Archibald's nose. Blinking his eyes as he tried to clear the spots he saw, Archibald gawked when he saw that what seemed to be a banquet table appeared smack dab in the middle of the room, the expanded wooden surface visibly bending under overfilled trays with food that defied description. Dishes piled high with roasts, fruits, desserts, and delicacies that even the most experienced chef couldn't dream of making. The smells were heavenly, making Archibald's stomach growl with an unknown hunger. Taking a step closer, his eyes widening in amazement at the sheer volume of food that had been conjured, even as the sorcerer hero knew logically that there had to have been something wrong with all this. The scroll and incantation forgotten as he came up to the table filled with enough food to stock a buffet for weeks, Professor Bizarre's hand grabbed an item from the feast. An apple fit in his palm and brought up to his waiting mouth, Archibald's more rational mind screaming at him to stop, though falling silence once bit into the apple with a loud crunch.

The fruit was the most delicious he had ever tasted, juice trickling down his chin. His eyes rolled back with delight, Archibald briefly thinking if the apples in Eden tasted half as good as this one, he can see why Adam and Eve sinned. Before the professor knew it, he had been left with not but the spent apple core as his free hand grabbed another apple, and then a slice of pie, and then a roast chicken leg. The more Professor Bizarre ate, the more he felt a never-sated hunger, a hunger that had to be a part of the ritual magic that conjured the food. As Archibald devoured the enchanted feast, his robes were stretching to try and accommodate his ever-growing form. The 'dad-bod' Archie had was growing with every bit he took, fattening out more and more. The chair he magicked behind him creaked in protest as he sat down, his firm ass now bulging with a newfound blubber, stretching the seat of his pants as the growing cheeks swelled over the space on the chair. Each mouthful was a delight, and each swallow seemed to add more and more to his already substantial frame. Growing more and more as the good professor edged closer and closer into obesity.

Even as the man felt his thickening biceps brush against his flabbening chest, all Archibald Bizarre could think was he wanted more food, cleaning the meat off a turkey leg before gorging more and more.

Stuffing his fattening face right into one of the piled dishes of mashed potatoes, almost orgasmic with the delicious mix, Archibald's body swelled out larger. His growing belly and moobs pushing out the front of his shirt as his broadening back and emerging back-rolls stretched it out even more. Archie's plumping arms see to his sleeves tearing open, exposing and letting slip his hairy fat as the man's growing hands stuffed more and more food into his goatee framed face. The professor's waist and hips took on a look often called 'Child-bearing hips' as the body widened out, not helping his trousers as his thighs and calves thickened with fat to rival redwoods in diameter.

Though the biggest victim of his feast had to be his growing ass cheeks as they seemed to swell at twice the rate the rest of him did. Growing out more and more that the blubber cheeks spilled out over the hem of his trousers, taking up more space as his boxers struggled against the onslaught of blubber they tried to contain. The chair the gorging man of magic sat on struggled to keep hold of the ever increasing weight, not helped with Archibald's boulders of ass cheeks pressing against the chair arms, cracking the old wood with not but his fat.

When the professor's clothing gave out trying to contain the sumo sized man he had become, Archibald only gave the hairy fat rolls that were his belly as pat as he heaved a deep belch before returning to his meal, his unquenchable hunger dictating his actions. Having to lean forward more to get at his food as his belly pooled at his feet, heavy moobs restricting his movements of his arms, and massive ass and thighs causing the huge sorcerer to rise up.

Even when Archibald felt the chair give out under him, crashing down on the floor with a thud as his rolling ass cheeks smothered the broken pieces, the professor kept eating and growing. Swelling out into a true hog of a man as his fat steadily filled the room.

All he wanted was more food.

—-

"...Huh"

Archibald Bizarre's eyes slowly opened, his eyelids feeling heavier than ever before, the professor found himself laying down on the... ground? His vision blurred at first, but as his eyes adjusted, he realised that he was outside. Even though he was on his stomach, Archibald's fatty face was nowhere near the ground as his massive car sized moobs and belly pushed him up, sweat grease and foot scraps trailing down from his mouth and swollen cheeks down the massive chest. Trying to shift his huge head, fat cheek pressing into the huge rolls of his shoulders, Archibald just made out the immense mountains behind him. His huge ass cheeks towering high as the swollen masses had destroyed the houses that neighbored him.

'W-What happened? How did this happen?' Archibald thought to himself, groaning as he tried to move his titanic arms to feel around, his swollen arms reaching to his fat moobs as his reach was limited, even with how gigantic he had gotten. Seeing one of the turkey legs stuck between his oozing moobs, now smaller than his swollen fingers, the immense professor remembered what happened.

"Ah... I miscalculated," Archibald said, blushing at how deep and fat-filled his voice sounded. Looking up from trying to take in his massive body, the professor realised that the street had been cordoned off... and the crew of reporters standing beyond the barricades the heroes put up, snapping photos.

... Oh how the Proud Professor wished he was still under the spell effects. At least then he wouldn't be aware of the tiny people staring at him.

... or how hungry he still felt.