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The Wizard's Dungeon

17. dungeon

just wanted to play with some instant wg and a dynamic between close friends...the best friends are the ones who feed you and help you start your new life, after all. :)

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Casia had been running for what felt like an eternity to her burning lungs and thighs, having abandoned her horse some time before.

The guards would not have given up on their search for her yet. Though the wild trail she had left behind her should have bought her some time.

She was close to her destination anyway. Hopefully this would be the last time she would ever have to run like this in her life.

A grove of twisting trees came into view and Casia smiled in relief. A small entrance–a small opening, really–was visible at the base of the trees. This was her way in.

Casia slowed to a stop, sitting down at the mouth of the opening and stuck her legs in. She pulled her arms in and then sent herself down into the hole.

She slid onto smooth stone for a few seconds before being spit out into a large, wide stone room full of tables, tomes, and flasks full of liquids and floating lights. She looked around, smiling and tossing her brown satchel on the ground next to a table.

“Ah, Casia…” a warm, familiar voice called from another room.

Casia grinned at the dark-skinned man, wearing a dark purple robe and his tightly braided hair pulled into a low ponytail, as he sauntered into the room.

“You certainly know how to give the knights their exercise.”

“That's because what you have to teach me is way too valuable for me to leave you alone, you know?” Casia chuckled, immediately moving to an open tome and skimming the page.

“I don't think it's proper for a princess to be fraternizing so much with the wizard who lives in a dungeon,” he teased, walking over next to her and tapping on an underlined section of text, giving her a knowing look. “Much less asking to be his test subject so often.”

Casia glanced at where the wizard’s finger pointed before turning the page and examining the words and pictures there. “What I’ve experienced here is way more exciting than anything the King and Queen require me to learn.”

“How long do you think you have before they find you today?” His dark eyes moved to an orb sitting on a pedestal nearby.

“An hour or two.”

The wizard let out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “All that trouble for so little time…”

Casia was unbothered, turning another page. “Better than nothing, Menta.”

“Your optimism is ineffable, you know that?” Menta sighed.

“How kind of you. The Queen calls it 'stubbornness.’” Casia gave him a withering look.

Menta simply hummed in reply, rubbing his whiskered chin. Casia kept reading the tome, engrossed.

“What would you say if I told you I might have a way to keep the knights from taking you back to the castle?”

Casia’s attention immediately snapped up to Menta, but she was taken aback by the hesitation in his eyes. Her heart dropped a bit.

“Does it bother you that I intrude so frequently?”

This shocked Menta out of whatever thoughts he had and he looked at Casia, his eyes apologetic.

“No, not at all, Casia. I actually greatly enjoy your company. You treat me like a friend and not like a…monster. Or a tool to fix problems.”

Casia watched as Menta slowly shut the tome in front of them, tracing his fingers across the cover.

“But I don’t want to steal you from your current life. A life of royalty and splendor…my strange home couldn’t possibly compare.”

“But it could. No,” Casia started, a bit more passionately than she expected. “It does compare. I’ve dreamed of becoming a wizard’s apprentice for as long as I could remember, and then I saw you–a young boy, my age, with so much talent and skill.”

Menta looked away, a small smile on his lips, but he tried to hide his bashfulness.

“You and I are the same age, and…you want to be my apprentice?”

“What else could I ask? Your abilities have no peer in the kingdom!”

Casia grinned wide, pleased that she could flatter Menta. He was so often self-deprecating and too deferential to the knights and the king…but she knew he had a small ember of pride deep within himself.

“Tell me this method you have to keep me from going back to the castle. I don’t plan on returning with the knights today.”

Menta’s eyes widened with excitement before he took a deep breath to stifle himself. He placed a hand on Casia’s shoulder and looked her right in the eyes.

“It’s…a sort of glamour. A way to disguise yourself.”

Casia shook her head. “The knights have ways to dispel glamours. We’ve tried that before.”

Menta kept his eyes locked with Casia’s, the intensity of his stare feeling like it was burning through her head.

“I’ve discovered…a different kind of glamour. One that is still temporary, but very much real–not an illusion.”

She looked at Menta with awe. Leave it to him to uncover something so powerful.

“What is it, then?”

Menta released Casia’s shoulder and stepped back, putting his hand to his mouth. He suddenly looked nervous, hesitant to speak further.

…Embarrassed, even.

“Menta,” Casia urged. Now she really had to know what it was.

“It involves your body…your…weight, more specifically,” he said in a shaky voice. “I…was trying to modify a glamour with a minor transformation spell and I…”

Casia waited for him to finish. His eyes were darting wildly around the room. He then shook his head and started pacing.

She let out an impatent huff as she watched his purple robes flutter behind him.

“Menta!”

He stopped in his tracks and looked at Casia, his expression sheepish. She gestured at him with her hands in exasperation, and he walked close to her again.

“I became so fat I could hardly walk.”

The words echoed strangely in Casia’s head. She hadn’t assumed any expectations of what Menta would say, but this was so surreal it wouldn’t have come close to any she might have had.

“You became so fat…you could hardly walk?” Casia drawled.

“It only lasted a few hours, but it took me what seemed like ages to pick myself up off the floor when I fell…not that I sustained much damage, given my enormous rear at the time,” Menta started to babble.

“What part of that works better than a regular glamour? You were still yourself, weren’t you?” Casia asked, now somewhat skeptical.

Menta shook his head.

“I saw myself in my mirror once I managed to reach my room. I was…unrecognizable to myself. That much weight in such a short amount of time was so shocking to process. My face did not even sit the same on my neck.”

Casia began to ponder the idea. If what Menta said was true, then perhaps this would be her best chance to leave her life as Princess Casia behind, and just become Casia, the Apprentice. She recalled when her mother and father hosted some cousins, one of which had given in to more…leisurely activities, and his weight ballooned since the last time they had seen him.

He had been almost unrecognizable, incessantly munching on treats and pastries at all times of the day. Casia may not have known it was him had her uncle not presented him to them.

And what if she cut her long, black hair? Changed her clothes?

The knights were looking for a lithe, long-haired princess with an angular jaw. Not a heavy, short-haired, soft-faced creature of a woman. She could even be noisily munching on something when the knights arrived–the sound of her eating pushing away their examining stares.

“Have you anything big enough for me to wear?” Casia asked, glancing down at her plainclothes. They certainly did not have enough room to contain a person several times larger than she.

Menta looked at her, bewildered.

“You’re truly considering it?”

“Of course I am, what else have I got to lose anyway?”

“If they discover you, they’ll never let you return,” Menta replied gravely.

Casia rolled her eyes. “They haven’t succeeded at that yet, have they?”

“Casia, I’m serious. If the King and Queen discover that I’ve been using you as a test subject, they may banish me…or worse.”

“You wouldn’t let them, would you?” Casia’s tone was blunt.

Menta looked at her, his eyebrows raised. A smile tugged at his lips.

“...No. I suppose I wouldn’t.”

“Good. Spoken like the powerful wizard you are,” she said with a triumphant nod. “Now, clothes?”

“Well, follow me, then.”

Casia trailed behind Menta as he led her to one of the guest chambers in his dungeon–the one she most commonly used when she had been able to disappear there before.

The color of bedspread she preferred–purple, like his robes–was still on the modest bed, making her smile. Menta was sometimes not particularly forthcoming about his feelings, but his actions always betrayed his thoughts.

She watched him as he opened the closet and pulled out what seemed to resemble a…bedsheet?

It was a lovely, light color, and the closer Menta got, Casia realized it was a dress.

“That thing is enormous,” she said with a disbelieving laugh.

Menta shrugged to try and seem nonchalant, but Casia could see mild embarrassment in his eyes.

“I told you I almost couldn't move when it happened. I was using my best judgment when I had it made, but I suppose I erred on the side of caution and gave it…extra room.”

“Any reason why it's a dress and not a handsome pair of trousers and a shirt?”

Casia was teasing him now, trying to hint at the fact that it was, one–a dress made for her, apparently, and two–stored in what they both considered her room.

“Better mobility, less chance of an accidental tear…” Menta deflected almost-effortlessly.

Casia grinned, going for the killing blow. “And that you made it specifically for me?”

As she expected, Menta’s eyes widened and he looked down in embarrassment.

“You’ve had this in mind for a while, haven't you?” she murmured.

As she spoke, she was immediately touched by the realization of Menta’a foresight. He…wanted her around maybe as much as she wanted to be.

They were friends. Trusted companions.

“I suppose I have,” Menta finally replied. “I’ve been…thinking of ways for you to start the life you want, and somehow this has become the best option.”

Casia smiled, gently touching Menta’s shoulder.

“And I will take it. Gladly.”

Menta looked at her, his dark eyes sparkling with gratitude and excitement.

“Now, where is a blade or something sharp? I think I am in need of a haircut.”

***

The majority of the time Casia had bought to hide from the knights was used by Menta to prepare the “glamour” and Casia giving herself a quick haircut, burning the length of dark hair she was abandoning, and destroying the satchel she arrived with.

She put on the enormous sheet of a dress, the arm holes big enough for maybe three of her own arms at least, saying nothing of the gaping hole for her head. She was a bit taken aback at the size–that Menta was anticipating her getting so large.

Menta drew symbols up and down her arms and legs and one large mark down her face.

He let out a nervous-sounding sigh, stepping back from Casia.

“You might…stand near the bed, Casia,” Menta said with a sheepish grin. “It’s going to be a shocking sensation in more ways than one.”

Casia shrugged and nodded, stepping closer to the bed.

Menta let out a long breath, and stretched his arm out to Casia, his hand open to her. He murmured something Casia couldn’t make out, and then a warm tingling crawled over her body.

She looked at her arms, the sigils melting into away into her skin, then moving her legs to see the same thing happen there. The warmth began spreading into the rest of her body, almost becoming uncomfortable.

They were surprised by a loud banging at the normal door to Menta’s dungeon.

“Damn, they’re already here…” Casia grunted, now bothered by the incessant warmth consuming her body.

Menta’s demeanor became powerfully composed. Casia felt a gasp in her throat at the way his eyes became calculating–evidence of the powerful being he truly was. “Relax. I’ll stall them. The spell is working…just stay in here until you’re needed.”

Casia nodded, sweat now starting to build on her neck from the warmth in her entire body. Menta turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Her heart started to pound, though she was not sure if it was from the fear of being caught by the knights or if it was a result of the spell.

Then, she felt a strange, swelling sensation within her. It was hardly noticeable until she looked down at herself and saw her stomach now pushing out slightly against the large dress she wore.

She was starting to feel…heavy. She closed her eyes, now feeling like she was floating in water.

Casia thought she felt her skin creaking, and for a moment she was immensely uncomfortable, as if she was squeezed tight into her own body. But that suddenly gave way to a soothing heat flooding her whole being.

Her breathing grew shallow and she looked down at herself.

Her body was nothing like she remembered it now.

Her breasts and stomach had swollen huge, and her hips now brushed against the fabric of the large dress. She pawed at herself, her arms now clumsier and wider than they were only a moment ago. Even as she looked down at herself, she could feel her head being pushed up ever-so-slowly by her fattening neck and face.

She took a step to put herself in front of a mirror, but she immediately found herself off balance. She stumbled a bit, but caught herself before toppling over.

Everything wobbled in a way that was foreign, but undeniably exciting. Casia tried taking a deep breath, but her chest struggled to rise and fall under her new weight.

She carefully shuffled herself forward, belly and thighs jiggling and surprising her. If it felt this different…she wondered how different she must look too.

Casia looked to the mirror on the vanity against the other wall and she waddled herself toward it, her body still growing and bulging out with every passing moment.

She was panting heavily when she finally reached the mirror, and could only stare, dumbfounded.

A round, chubby face, sitting on the roll that had become her neck, stared back at her. She thought she recognized the freshly-cut hair, but the way it sat on and around her fattened face was utterly unfamiliar.

And enchanting.

The rest of her body, ballooned from the thin limbs and frame she woke up in, was massive. Bigger than perhaps any person she had ever seen in the castle.

She filled the dress to near-capacity, her rolls bulging against the seams on the sides. She couldn't see all of her legs in the vanity mirror, but her thighs were enormous, pushing against and away from each other.

Her arms were wide and soft, pockmarked and wobbling as she slowly adjusted herself and smoothed out the dress she wore. She lifted her hands to touch her face, and even her fingers were bigger, wider. She tried making a fist, the accumulated fat actually hindering the joints of her fingers.

Casia looked back to her face, her cheeks now flushing with effort to stand and she found herself panting.

She gently rested her hands on her belly, totally absorbed in her huge, fat body.

Her heart began pounding again, though the sensation was different now. Her body was no longer growing, and Menta was right–the woman in front of her was no longer Princess Casia.

A fluttering sensation rumbled in her stomach and lungs. She began to smile at herself, her round, drooping cheeks pulling out and Casia now felt…enlightened.

There was a knock at the door and Casia turned her head. She noted that even this small movement sent ripples through her body, and she did her best to tamp down the excitement growing in her belly.

With a grunt, she slowly began waddling herself to the door. Every step was a marvelous sensation, and now Casia wished she could just be alone to admire herself.

Another knock, harder and more impatient, came and Casia let out another grunt.

By the time she reached the door, someone on the other side had started to open it. She was closer than she thought she was, not entirely accustomed to just how large she was now, and the door opened rather roughly into her belly.

The sensation was rather sharp, and the force made her wince, but this still sent an excited shiver down her spine.

“Pardon me,” Casia said in a put-on, soft voice. She figured with a body as big and soft as hers, perhaps a gentle voice would match. It was also unlike the sure, sharp voice she usually employed at the castle.

“I told them to wait. Apologies, my apprentice,” Menta’s voice called back.

Casia waddled herself back enough for the door to swing open, and the knights surrounding Menta looked at her in shock.

“Oh, what business do the knights have here? I am sorry I am not more decent,” Casia hummed. The exertion from standing while weighing at least three times she had an hour ago made it easy for her to speak slowly and gently.

Menta glanced at the knights, who were stunned at the sight of the enormous woman in front of them. Casia stifled a laugh, knowing that they were likely expecting to find the thin woman who had escaped the castle this morning.

But as far as Casia was concerned, the princess was long gone.

“I believe…they are looking for the Princess Casia,” Menta slowly explained, realizing the knights would not be immediately roused from their stupor.

“Ah…my master has mentioned she…has a tendency to…wander,” Casia panted now. The effort of standing and holding up such a massive body was starting to overcome her. “I can't say…I relate…”

Casia placed her pudgy hands on her huge belly, giving it a gentle shake.

The feeling was shocking. It was…irresistible.

She caught herself before she got lost in her own euphoria, and glanced behind her at the bed.

“Forgive me, I must…” Casia said, her voice almost whistling as she began waddling herself to the bed. She positioned herself to feel her thick, heavy calves touching the side of the bed and she tried to carefully lower her rear to sit.

She wanted to laugh at how obscene she must have looked, and at how good it all felt.

This detour of her focus caused her to land with a surprising thud onto the bed and made it produce a painful, pleading creak under her weight.

She glanced at Menta, who she could tell, was stifling his own laughter at the sight.

“I…I see we have been mistaken in our pursuit of the princess,” the head knight finally stammered.

“As I told you,” Menta sighed. “My apprentice and I have much work to attend to today. I have not seen the Princess today, but I will alert you if I do.”

“Very well. Men, continue to search the forest,” the head knight barked, turning away from the door.

In a messy clattering, the knights marched out of Menta’s dungeon. Menta and Casia simply watched and exchanged their own glances until it was silent again.

As the door shut with a loud, thudding echo, Casia and Menta smiled wide at each other.

“The Princess is not quite out of the woods yet, you know?” Menta said cautiously.

“I will have…a plan for that, Menta,” Casia panted, leaning back on her fat arms.

Menta gave her an acknowledging nod, walking over to the bed. “I’m impressed you stood as long as you did–even came to the door.”

“This is quite the glamour you discovered.” Casia couldn't help but run her hand over her belly again, the excitement in her core primordial and full.

“Shall I leave you to yourself for now?” Menta asked knowingly, arching an eyebrow.

Casia grinned.

“Am I that easy to read?”

Menta laughed and shook his head. “Only for a powerful wizard who happens to be your closest friend.”

***

It was well past evening when Casia felt herself deflating to her normal size again.

The sensation was ultimately saddening, though she was expecting it.

Being that size…it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. But now, she lay in bed on her back, longing for the heaviness she had quickly grown to love.

On top of this emptiness she wanted to fill, she also needed to figure out how to make the princess disappear.

“Ah, back to normal,” Menta mused, standing in the doorway, holding a tray of food for her.

Casia sat up, the smell of the stew Menta had made tantalizing her stomach.

“Is that for me?”

Menta nodded, bringing it to her and setting it on the bed.

“You’ll need to replenish your energy after that glamour. Then we can talk about your plan to maintain this charade. The knights will surely return, looking for you.”

Casia half ignored Menta, pulling the tray closer and hungrily spooning stew into her mouth. Was it more delicious than usual? Menta’s recipe was always satisfying, but something was different now.

And that was the final piece in the plan she was formulating.

“I want to be as big as that glamour made me,” Casia said nonchalantly, more engrossed in her food.

She heard Menta simply chuckle before he sat down on the bed.

“I would have suggested it if you hadn't,” he mused. Casia looked at him with a playful sneer, her cheeks full of food.

Menta grinned wide. “What? You’re easy for me to read.”

“We’ll have to plan and watch when the knights are close, in order to keep my apprentice in her…preferred appearance,” he said with another chuckle. “That is, until she can achieve the look on her own…”

“More stew would help,” Casia said, mouth now full of bread. Her stomach was full, but she knew she wanted more. Even if it would only simulate a fragment of what she felt earlier.

“Oh dear, what a glutton of an apprentice I’ve discovered.” Menta took the bowl from Casia’s tray with a playfully wicked smile. “I’ll need to keep our larder fully stocked from now on. Though all your extra weight will make you an excellent test subject…”

“Enough chatting, Master,” Casia said mischievously. “We’ve got a plan to enact.”

***

Casia yawned, her growling stomach waking her from sleep. She grunted, rolling to her side, her belly spilling out in front of her on the large bed she was in.

“Must be morning…” she yawned to herself, rubbing a hand on her soft, fat belly.

Years had passed since Casia escaped the castle for the last time, and the Kingdom had given up on finding Casia after her ruined clothes were found covered in blood in the forest surrounding Menta’s dungeon.

It was surprising how big of a funeral had been held for her, and she had been bold enough to attend–fattened by Menta’s glamour.

She wasn't nearly big enough to hide in plain sight in her thin body at the time, but eventually the Kingdom had moved on from the loss of the stubborn princess. And so, it became incredibly easy to constantly gorge herself like she wanted, to reach the enormous, fat body she ached to have so badly.

And as it turned out, sitting, eating, and learning magic suited Casia’s desires far better than anything she felt she had done as a princess.

Now she was Menta’s apprentice, helping him with spells and fattened daily by his cooking. As well as being a powerful wizard, Menta had become a talented chef–Casia’s huge belly and hips evidence of that.

Casia slowly rolled herself out of bed, straining her fat arms to get her momentum rolling.

She was now the size she had become that fateful day–more than three times the scrawny princess she was, and she was happy. Menta made sure to reinforce the seats and her bed for her, and Casia faithfully helped mix potions and study spells. And she was of course, more than happy to be Menta’s test subject, usually getting to lounge and eat while he experimented on her ponderous body with new magic.

Casia waddled herself to the closet and she pulled out a familiar, pale dress, giving it a fond smile. She shimmied it over her head and pulled it over her mountainous breasts and stomach. Her fat arms jiggled as she pushed them through the armholes.

She smoothed the dress down, taking the time to proudly squeeze and wobble her belly.

She hummed curiously as she stood there in the dress.

“Seems this might be getting a little tight soon,” she murmured, noting the way the fabric bunched and squeezed around her. “Menta’s cooking has been quite delicious lately.”

Casia ran her hands up and down her body, slowly traveling over her rolls and ending by giving her hips a squeeze.

“I suppose when Menta brings his big, lovely apprentice to be presented to the Royal Family, we can pick up some new clothing for me,” Casia said with a pleased, devilish grin.

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