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Logic told Rorky that what he had seen was dangerous. In many ways, he was nothing

more than a gentle summer breeze, but what he had seen was undoubtedly a raging blizzard.

Were he a stronger believer in the rule of law, he would have run back to the college to let them

know what he'd seen, but that was the last thing on his mind. "I bet... I bet they know someone

at the college. They're probably royalty, that's probably why they can get away with being like

that..." Rorky spoke the words softly to himself even as he began moving towards the bar. "I

mean... I can't have been the only one who saw them, if it's really a problem, someone else

already reported it..." His crusade of personal justification continued as he crossed over to the

other side of the street.

Rorky continued on in this dazed state until he was standing before the building that the

object of his obsession had disappeared into. The building itself was unassuming, no named

sign on display but an emblem of a glass that worked as functional advertisement for its

function, if little else. Then there was the bear, who was currently standing cross armed and

looking down at Rorky with a mixture of annoyance and bewilderment. It was a good few

minutes of Rorky staring up at the now closed door before he felt the gaze of the bear boring

into him, at which point he slowly turned his gaze to meet their eyes.

The silence of the street was palpable as the introduction of someone other than the

leopard caused him to land in reality for a moment, reminding him not only of where he was, but

who he was: a frail busy body who couldn't conjure a ward to protect himself from falling rain, let

alone a rain of blows. "Oh! Sorry, I um, was just... looking... at the door?" In an attempt to play it

cool, Rorky casually reached his paw forward and placed it on the wood of the door, and in that

moment the bear seemed to double in size, fur standing on end and making the already tall and

heavily muscled individual all the more frightening.

Far more frightening than any natural threat display was the fact that he actually reached

out and grabbed Rorky's wrist, the massive paw engulfing his forearm and preventing any

further motion towards the door. The bear finally spoke, a deep voice rumbling out with an

undercurrent of refinement to their accent. "This is a members only club. I'm going to have to

ask you to leave." At that, Rorky was given a slight push that sent him several steps backward,

and the bear resumed their lax vigil, fur returning to normal.

Panting slightly from the pure adrenaline of having been grabbed by someone so

fearsome, Rorky naturally looked away, back to where he'd come from. He'd gone too far as it

was, but he'd just been given a perfectly sensible out, he could thank the nice bouncer for the

clarification, and leave, trying his best to forget what he'd seen, convince himself the sigils

weren't illegal magic, or that his novice eye had simply seen wrong, but the cat was curious, and

he knew what he'd seen. His ears pinned back, his tail tucked, knees knocked and eyes

quivered as he tried to pull himself upright and make himself look presentable. "Well... of course

it is! So it's a good thing I'm a member, and I need to go meet with my friend in there." His

delivery could scarcely have been less believable, and yet the strange confidence it was

delivered with caused the bear to repeat that same look of disbelief.

"I don't know what your angle is here, guy. I know everybody who's allowed to be in

here, and you're not any of them. And even if you were, we don't associate with College types

here." The mention of his workplace caused Rorky to look down at his staff badge that he'd not

bothered to remove, a little lanyard with no flair or presentation that humbly affiliated him with

the College. He often wore it on the town in hopes of getting the occasional free drink for his

association. It was a weird thing to say though, as evidenced by the wince the bear gave as he

added. "But don't tell anyone I said that."

Seizing on the one sign of weakness this obstacle was showing however, Rorky doubled

down. "Oh, are you talking about this little thing? It's, uh part of my uniform obviously, since I'm

infiltrating the College! Which is why I really need to talk to... uh, our Ice Maven, obviously."

Rorky took another step forward again, trembling and frightened, an internal siren of screaming

drowning out the way his head was spinning from doing something so unusually bold.

"What in the... ok, I don't know who you are, but I can't let you leave after saying that.

You're the saddest excuse for an investigator I've ever seen, but I don't appreciate being the

butt of the joke." The hostile tone was enough to kick start Rorky's survival instincts, but before

he could cut his losses and flee, the bear simply stepped forward and placed a single paw on

the cat's back, and suddenly Rorky was flung forward, into the bar. It was as if a spring had

gone off, and launched the cat into the building, sending him rolling in a heap across the floor

into the dark and mostly empty facility. The bear followed shortly after, walking through the

double doors that were still swinging after Rorky's launch, and calling out across the room. "You

told me to let you know if I caught any College types trying to stake us out. This kitten seems to

think it's funny to say that's what he's doing."

As Rorky struggled to pull himself off the floor, head still spinning from the sudden

motion, he saw the enormous ice wielder standing before the bar, speaking to a rough looking

blue feathered avian and a purple lizard wearing some type of tight fitting armor who was swiftly

gathering things up into a briefcase. The bird spoke, eyes resting on the crumpled form of the

cat. "I told you it wasn't a good idea for you to be here Hector."

"Now now... thank you Garret. We can handle my little friend here. Please go back to

looking for actual threats. Avery, stop clearing things up, I can assure you we're not

compromised because of our guest." The snow leopard spoke in a measured tone, but a smile

hadn't left their face, that same enigmatic smile that Rorky could have sworn was directed at

him before they disappeared beyond the threshold of the door. Pulling themself away from the

bar, the leopard came closer, Rorky able to feel the floorboards trembling beneath their massive

weight, each ponderous step causing the chill in the air to grow stronger still.

By this point, Rorky had drawn himself to his knees, and so he sat there, staring up at

the most powerful and beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on. Despite everything that had just

happened, Rorky felt safe, as if this person truly did consider him a friend. "I... I'm sorry for

barging in, I just... I saw you walking down the street and... I just..." Rorky's eyes darted from

side to side as he tried to come up with an answer for what was going through his head, before

a passage from a book he'd read came to his mind, the same passage that had pulled him this

far from normal.

"They say... They say that if fire and water are enemies who quarrel on principle, and

earth and thunder are friends... that Ice and Wind are lovers, drawn to one another." Rorky

recited the words, ears pinned back as he hoped the answer was justification enough.

"Hah... haha! It's true, they do say that. Or rather, I say that. It sounds like you've read a

book that I wrote." the leopard's belly jiggled as they laughed, as the air in the room grew colder

still. "Ice is the element of stasis and immobility. Wind is the element of freedom and movement.

The sultry gale will run the length of the world in the time the stoic iceberg has moved an inch.

Many would consider such a statement heresy, and illogical beside, that Ice and Wind were

destined lovers. I didn't expect a member of the prestigious college to look so kindly on

something as esoteric and primitive as Aspectological horoscopes."

The memory of where this knowledge came from flooded back to Rorky as they fell back,

slightly knocked off of his balance by the revelation of exactly who he was speaking to. That

knowledge had come from the same place that the snowflake symbol he'd seen earlier had, a

text he was to file away as heretical and not for public consumption. One that he'd casually read

while completing the rest of his tasks. "Oh, w-well, I mean I'm hardly versed in proper magical

theory, I suppose your words just... made sense. I don't really know the first thing about why

your work has been outlawed."

Hector smiled down at the kneeling cat, finishing their approach. Rorky's gaze traveled

along the curved enormity of the heretic mage, suddenly face to face with the very thing that

caught his eye in the first place, and now mere inches from its surface, he couldn't decide if it

was the sigil or the gut itself that held his focus more. From this close vantage, he could see that

their orbular gut hung mere inches from the floor, and if the leopard didn't somehow have

perfect posture, it probably would have dipped forward and pressed into the ground gently. "Call

it a fundamental difference in philosophy. Most of my work is simply looked down upon, very few

of my practices are outright banned."

Perhaps emboldened by the fact that he wasn't lost in this conversation about magic,

Rorky slowly reached his paws out and placed them on the sigil. Hector's fur was deep and

warm despite the other worldly chill that consumed their being. "Practices like this one...?"

Despite his desire to simply touch the symbol, he couldn't deny that the ball of blubber was just

as tantalizing. Before he knew it, his eyes had grown wider, a purr built in his throat, and his

paws were gently kneading Hector's belly, the outer layer of fur penetrated as his paws met

directly with the surface. Tracing the outline of the complex snowflake sigil to its outer edge, his

paws rolled along the doughy surface before coming to rest on the floor itself, his face inches

from the leopard's navel as he leaned forward. With a gentle motion, the deepest and heaviest

point of Hector's belly was cupped, and Rorky began to lift gently.

It was a divine sensation, the tip of his muzzle brushing against the lower edge of the

sigil as the enormous weight above him shifted ever so slightly from the pressure he was able to

exert. To his astonishment and excitement, he was barely able to deform its surface, pliant fat

rolling about to find a new peaceful resting point, before he suddenly met resistance in the form

of weight. While he'd been working his paws down to this position, he wanted to lift Hector's

belly, if even momentarily, but he couldn't get it any further from the ground than it already was.

He was then suddenly met with a wave of force, Hector needing only to roll his hips once

for the wrecking ball that hung from his middle to surge forward, slamming into Rorky's figure

and sending him sprawling onto his back. Before he could issue a hasty apology or even

formulate one, Hector took two steps forward, and Rorky got to experience his own personal

avalanche. The massive snowball loomed over him for just a moment as Hector repositioned, its

lowest point already pressing on his legs gently. Once they were in position, they slowly leaned

forward, covering Rorky's entire chest and arms with a heavy blanket of snow. Breath wheezed

out of Rorky's muzzle, and so close to the surface of Hector's cold, that breath looked an awful

lot like his soul leaving his body as the warmth inside him contrasted with the supernatural chill.

"You're right on the money! My inscription of ice is indeed a properly outlawed and

heretical practice, I'm surprised you'd draw attention to it and try to kiss it in the same breath.

But it seems like you're interested in a lot more than just my philosophy of magic. It's almost

charming~" Hector left their belly engulfing the cat a while longer, a few wiggles of their hips

causing waves through their enormity that could be felt by the trapped cat. His head began to

swim as he struggled to take in a few breaths to replace the one forced from him; he even made

an attempt to push Hector off, but his arms were outright pinned to the ground. Physically, he

was completely overpowered. Fortunately, the snow leopard didn't seem interested in outright

crushing him, and took a few steps back, standing up straight once more, leaving the cat to

wheeze and purr.

As Rorky tried to stammer out a justification for his forward actions, he suddenly felt

himself lifting into the air, a frigid grasp engulfing his body as he rose from the floor, an invisible

frozen wind coiling about his limbs and pulling him higher. The sudden motion was frightening,

and though his initial response was to struggle, he found the sensation oddly... soothing after a

moment. The cold seeped into his muscles, tensing them further, before the tension suddenly

faded into a calming massage. Rorky had heard about such an effect, reports of explorers in

frozen climates feeling oddly warm as they froze to their deaths, and yet he couldn't say for

certain that such a thing was happening to him. After a moment, he was drawn up fully, holding

in the air as he looked up wide eyed and confused at the snow leopard, tongue hanging out of

his muzzle.

"Intriguing... for someone who knows so much, I would have presumed you would have

struggled somehow. Do they not teach you college mages how to protect yourselves anymore?"

The snow leopard reached one plump gilded paw forward, gently rubbing along the cheek of the

panting cat, who rather than recoil, leaned into the gentle show of affection.

"I.... if I can beg your pardon but... protect myself... from what? You're just... helping

me to my feet? Right? It actually feels... rather nice..!" His body did squirm slightly at the

admission, though his gaze cast down to the side. "Not that I could do much of a thing if it didn't

feel nice, I.. I'm no mage."

"Is that so? Well regardless, despite your interest in my work, I can't let anyone from the

college know I'm here, whether it's the head of investigations, or a lowly little scribe." Hector

squeezed Rorky's gaunt cheeks, puffing his muzzle forward as they moved in closer. "You're a

flight risk, but I'll be seeing to that first." Before the cat could protest, their muzzles met, and

Rorky felt the larger cat take a deep breath in through their nose, which was exhaled through

their mouth and into his.

The air was cold and sweet, and the kiss certainly caught Rorky off guard. Not that he

was complaining, in fact his only current complaint was that his paws were bound and he

couldn't grab the chubby cheeks of the snow leopard in kind. Despite the mind breaking delight

of suddenly being kissed by the handsome beast, Rorky's attention was quickly drawn to himself

instead, as that sweet chilly breeze began to build in intensity until he felt like he was breathing

in a blizzard.

Concern began to mount as Rorky's flat belly suddenly began swelling swiftly, an orb of

white furred roundness flopping free from his shirt robes and hanging in the air. Despite his

infatuation for larger bodies, Rorky had never been inflated before. He'd never even gone under

any benign growth from things like overeating. The sensation of being full of air and wobbling

made him giddy, and he feared his tail would be wagging if he were a canine. Hector pulled

away for long enough to take a deep breath before repeating the action, and this time the effects

were far more pronounced..

Rorky whined in dreamy defiance as his body began to expand outward in all directions.

He'd watched people inflate before... more than he would care to admit, and it had never been

like this. Despite the fact that he very much was having air blown into him and expanding like a

balloon, he didn't have a normal inflated look with stiff and rigid roundness. For one, he felt fluffy

and puffy, almost like a cloud. Part of that was that he was still suspended in the air, the snow

leopard's magic grip still kneading his muscles, lending him an odd sensation of buoyancy. As

the expansion spread from his belly outwards, he didn't do so uniformly and roundly.

Rorky breathed deeper and deeper as his chest burst from its confounds, two bloated

orbs with nipples that stood at full attention from the cold that surrounded them within and

without. His stomach continued to round and swell, forming a distinct second roll at his navel, a

note which he was elated drew the attention of Hector as they reached beneath his suspended

form and drew their plump paw along the crease of his newfound belly.

The growth spread to his extremities too, which was initially made clear by the way his

cheeks swelled, increasing in surface area before rounding out into swollen pads of blubber that

obscured his face and rolled forward to press into matching cheeks on the snow leopard. He

could also feel his thighs swelling into one another, causing him to kick feebly, his fattening foot

paws wiggling in barely contained ecstasy. The same happened to his arms, his biceps swelling

and fighting with rolls of fat at his side for room to grow. He'd gone from thin to fat in a matter of

moments, and Hector had only paused to take another breath.

Just as he began to question how much more of this he could take, the gale inside his

mouth died down, and for a moment he was suddenly able to focus on the fact that their

muzzles were pressed together, the puff kiss that had rendered them massive transitioning into

a more normal kiss as he was slowly turned in the air and set down upright. The sensation of his

new fat paw pads pressing into the floor was jarring for many reasons, most notably he hadn't

taken note of when his shoes had burst off his fattening feet, and he was suddenly standing up

on a bar floor coated with a layer of frost.

The ice wind grip on his form vanished, and Rorky's face pulled away from Hector's, his

gaze lingering on their face before his curiosity drew his attention to his newly rounded body, or

at least what of it he could see beyond his new rolling curves. Such examination had to be put

on hold however, as the question of whether he was fattening or inflating was put to rest as he

stumbled forward into Hector as the gravity of the weight he'd gained made itself known. Rorky

shivered in delight as their enormous bodies pressed into one another, fat pressing against fat

as he gasped and panted. "Holy fuck... holy fuck I'm so heavy..."

"That's right, you are. I'll let you in on a little secret though. I lied, I didn't actually feel any

responsibility to do this to you, and I certainly don't feel threatened by your presence." Hector

reached up and began to gently massage the fluffy white cat's black ear, causing his tail to fluff

up and eliciting a deep rolling purr from him. "I just thought you'd look a hell of a lot cuter like

this. And I'm glad to see I was right. Maybe we should get you off your feet. I bet you're starving

too. Here, let me help you to a table. Avery, grab a couple chairs for our new double wide

friend!"

Oh right. A deep blush was visible on his blubbery cheeks through his white fur as he

realized this hadn't exactly been a private expansion, those two rough types had watched the

whole thing unfurl, a thought that had Rorky trembling almost as much as the barely tolerable

weight he bore. He watched silently as the grinning lizard came from behind the bar, and picked

up two immense chairs which fortunately didn't have arm rests. The lizard set Rorky's makeshift

throne down, before a sound of concern caused his ears to perk once more. "Hmm... maybe

two chairs won't work. Did you take a look at the saddle on this beast?" To emphasize their

point, the lizard slapped one of his pillowy cheeks, forcing a surprised yelp from the fattened cat.

"Ah, you have a point~ well, if he breaks the chairs I'll reimburse you." Maneuvering to

Rorky's side, Hector gently rubbed the other massive cheek, causing Rorky to let out an

overstimulated whimper.

"Nyah! Oh, th-that's... sh-should I just, sit down here? Your paws are... I-I'm suddenly

feeling very exposed!" This earned a hearty laugh from Hector, who gently rubbed the side of

Rorky's belly with one paw while the other moved up to his shoulder and gently guided him into

a sitting position. Avery's comment about the chairs thankfully proved unfounded, which only

made the cat blush harder. Just judging from Hector, this place clearly got some massive

clientele, the chairs had to have been extra reinforced. "Oh... oh well this is exciting, s-so when

does it wear off?"

"Wear off? I don't know, do you college types have some phenomenal weight loss

technique I don't know of? Probably never, you don't exactly strike me as the self restraint and

discipline type, so I imagine rather than dieting and working this off... you'll be getting larger still

without assistance from me. What's your name by the way, handsome? I feel like you've

gathered that I'm Hector by now."

Rorky blinked a few times in bewildered silence, jaw hanging slightly agape. "P...

permanent!? You mean this is permanent!? But how am I, I mean, everybody's going to want to

know why I suddenly got so huge, a-and... I promise I won't tell anybody about you, just, it's not

like I wanted to..." Just as Rorky began to get sucked into a spiral of anxiety, the blue bird from

behind the counter entered the fat scribe's vision, a platter of fried potatoes and chicken held in

his wing hand, which was promptly held within reach of Rorky.

"Ah... well, before you get yourself worked into an adorable tizzy, I'll tell you what you'll

do. I'm not abducting you or anything, you will be attending your work tomorrow as if nothing

happened tonight, because I actually have a favor to ask of you. You should eat though, such

magic undoubtedly had an impact on your form, and I don't need you fainting from hunger. Now,

your name if you'd please?" Hector plucked one of the pieces of chicken and held it to the

bewildered cat's face, smiling reassuringly as they did.

"R... Rorky. My name's Rorky. I um... I'm willing to help, but really, won't people suspect

something strange happened if I show up... l-like this?" Despite his misgivings, he knew that

he'd crossed a threshold, though at this point he was having a hard time putting his paw on just

when the point of no return was. He did however open his mouth and allow the strip of chicken

to be pushed past his plumped lips, the explosion of internal flavor as he bit through serving as

enough of a distraction from his mounting anxiety that he could focus on Hector's speech.

The lizard pulled a table over as well, though it was placed at Rorky's side, and the bird

put the platter down within the cat's reach, who silently pulled more of the delicious food into his

mouth as he listened to the snow leopard. It was slow and awkward at first, he didn't exactly

have a hoard of muscle to call upon to lift an arm that he suspected may have weighed more

than his entire body had until moments ago, and even grabbing the food he wanted with paw

pads so bloated was proving an issue, but such things proved trivial in the face of an unearthed

gluttony. "Ok Rorky. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to tell everyone you got so

stuffed last night that the compression enchantment ring you've worn for years gave out on you

in the morning."

Rorky nodded as he listened, licking his lips before he responded. "oh! Well... couldn't I

just um, wear the ring? I'm not exactly keen on growing reliant on such a thing, b-but wouldn't it

be less conspicuous for me to just um... not be so fat?"

Hector shook their head as they watched Rorky's display of hunger, before looking past

the hungry cat to the bar host bird and nodding. "For one, I don't approve of their use myself, I

find the act of concealing oneself vulgar. More importantly... you don't have any, do you? If you

do feel free to wear the horrible little trinket, but I'm not in the habit of keeping a stock of them

on hand."

Rorky was eating faster and faster, originally only picking at the food, but as he listened

to Hector speak, he brought his other hefty arm over and began working them in tandem to

facilitate his feast. "Oh...mff, right, of course. I suppose that's convincing enough..." he

squirmed in his seat, thinking about all of his colleagues asking him how he'd suddenly got so

huge, and how he'd have to give that embarrassing excuse over and over.

"It might be, but I think we need something to give a little truth to the lie. Red over there's

a phenomenal chef and adept at culinary magic, so you don't have to worry about that. The

hunger enchantment is clearly already kicking in. We'll keep bringing you food, and then I'll have

Avery roll you back to the college~" As Hector explained his situation, Rorky felt foolish for

falling prey to yet another magic trick so easily, even as he began to ravenously fill his muzzle

with fried goodness. "It takes a lot to break a compression ring just by stuffing yourself, so we've

got our work cut out for us Rorky~ you just keep eating and we'll keep supplying the food."

Hector grinned as they watched another similar tray be set down beside the first, Rorky showing

no hesitation as he polished the first meal off and started on the second. He'd never eaten this

much in his life, and he didn't know if it was his new enormous body or just the hunger

enchantment, but he was far from feeling anything close to full.

"Mfd... snff... so I'm just supposed to... go on a bender? Lose myself in a void of

inhibitions? I think I can do that." He'd gone to work with a hangover before; this didn't seem all

that different. More than his hunger however, he was focusing on how the snow leopard had

been watching him so intently, and how he'd even been called cute in this newly fattened form.

"How do I know this isn't like the fattening, this could just be an excuse for you to rub my over

filled belly."

Hector's ears actually stood up, the rounded triangles accentuating the look of shocked

delight on their features. "Well well, aren't you bold? Maybe it's a little of column A, and a little of

column B. It's true, I could have turned you into a properly massive beast, or just created

enough frozen cream inside you to have the same effect. But I did think it would be more fun to

watch a cute little thing who's so new to his weight enjoying the first of many irresponsible

meals. Red will keep bringing out new things for you to eat until you can't shovel any more of it

past your muzzle." Conjuring up a thick pillar of Ice beneath their own prodigious rear, Hector

sat on it, close enough that his belly was gently brushing against Rorky's. The plump cat

stopped eating for just a moment as a gurgling purr fought with the mouthful of fried goodness

he was already consuming from the feeling of Hector's delicate but enormous paws suddenly

massaging deep into his already somewhat stuffed belly. If the night wouldn't end until he

physically couldn't eat anymore, he was determined to make it a long night.