# Ice and Wind

Author: AnCo
Tags: Cat, Growth, Inflation, Magic, Snow Leopard, Weight Gain

Forced Extreme Weight Gain
Puff kisses
Fat admiration
Smothering
Difficulty with Mobility
Mild embarrassment about weight
Male X NB characters getting intimate
As well as heavy references to magic and slight rough housing. A busy body with a penchant for romanticism goes out of his normal routine and ends up finding something forbidden and unexpected. The story takes place within a larger fantasy setting I'm working on tentatively titled the Demesne of Myrturl and features heavy reference to the magic system and some key geographical features of the setting. I'll have a little glossary at the end for certain terms and locations if you're into reading footnotes about lore in your fat fetish stories, but you can enjoy all the content within just using context clues. Oh right, the character of Hector is non binary and supposed to be more genderless than androgynous, but we left them open to interpretation. Hector normally uses She/They pronouns but in this story she opted for exclusively using they.
I started uploading this stuff 2 weeks ago on FA, and I've done another upload every wednesday and saturday since, but in the interest of not spamming, I'm gunna be uploading everything I've got one day until this sight's caught up. I'm new here on sofurry, I don't even really know how to navigate the sight, but I hear it's very kind to authors, so I'm putting it out here too.
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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.

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