A fattening puff

The smoke coming off the cigar smells off, not like normal tobacco smoke , it smells sweet like burning sugar with notes of brown butter. It fills your lungs as you take a drag off it before your brain has a chance to think of refusing and breathe out a puff of blue smoke like flame from a dragon's mouth. Soon you feel senses dulled further by the smoke which makes you feel warm and heavy. You become acutely aware of your breathing and the feeling of your midsection expanding and contracting, only without the contracting part. Every breath you take of the cerulean smog filled air of the cabin makes you expand ever so slightly, like a balloon being blown up puff by puff. You should feel alarmed but you just feel too relaxed to do anything. Wolfgang chuckles a bit before taking a big puff of his own cigar, though you can see its smoke is completely normal.

"Don't worry, sir, it's only bloatweed." He says with a toothy grin as he ashes his smoke into the ashtray. "It's only temporary, you should shrink back down to normal by tomorrow morning... More of less~" He chuckles some more and gives his massive gut a few heavy pats that send ripples across it's blubbery expanse.

Wolfgang takes another giant sip from his bottle of champagne and gets comfortable as he watches your clothes grow tight as your body continues to steadily swell with fat. Soon your shirt begins to ride up your growing belly and the seams on your pants audibly strain as they try to contain your thickening thighs and expanding ass. Wolfgang takes another heavy drag and breathes out a thick cloud of smoke. Part of you knows you should do something before you ruin one of the few "good" pairs of clothes you own but before you can reach to open the window you hear the sound of stitches popping and fabric tearing. You cough as the amount of smoke in the cabin becomes too great for you and you claw at the window trying to open it. "Ah, allow me." Wolfgang says calmly and reaches his giant paw over to open it.

Fresh air floods the cabin and when the smoke clears you're nearly half the size of the massive wolf across from you, covered in the tattered ribbons of what were once your nice clothes. "Th-thank you" you manage to cough out before taking in your current state, you're huge, at least twice your original size but rather than be excited about your new size, even if it _is _temporary, you're more concerned about the fact you're rapidly approaching Castle Tallowford to see the king completely nude.

"Hah! A bit of a lightweight, eh?" Wolfgang says with a big smile on his face and a light blush appearing on his fat cheeks, clearly a bit buzzed from his drink "No worries, I'll let you take a box of these home with you, as a gift from the Duke of Canesfield!"

His demeanor seems a lot more lively now that he's loosened up a little. "Um, thank you, Duke Wolfgang..."

"Please, just call me Wolfgang." He replies with a relaxed smile and another puff of his cigar, which is now not much more than a stub.

"Yes... Wolfgang... But, how am I to see King Porter dressed like this?" You gesture to all your nude adipose.

"Ah, don't worry, we'll get you properly dressed at the castle." He tips back the last of his champagne and lets out a small belch. "For now, you can wear this." He says as he undoes the golden buttons on his red silk shirt and pulls it off, letting an avalanche of silver-furred blubber spill out onto his lap, topped with some large rather juicy looking moobs. The spectacle of all that lard takes your breath away, all you want to do is plunge your face into it and feel it for yourself. "Well?" Wolfgang asks and you snap back to reality, you didn't even notice him trying to hand his shirt to you. "O-oh! Thank you, Du-- Wolfgang." You stammer and take the garment from his paw, unable to take your eyes off that massive belly, and drape it around your back. It's enormous and so smooth, you've never felt silk before but it feels divine on the skin, not to mention it's still warm from the Wolf's body heat. It's like being wrapped in a giant blanket rather than a shirt.

"That should keep you decent until we get you to the royal tailor, he does wonders with that magic thread of his."

"But what about you?" You ask, trying not to stare completely at his gut as it jiggles from the motion of the carriage.

Wolfgang chuckles, "Don't worry about me. A noble never shies away from a chance to flaunt his wealth, bahaha~" He grins and shakes his huge gut around for you. Your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest as you drink in the sight of all the blubber wobbling around and slurp back a bit of drool before it manages to leak out of your mouth. You don't even notice as the carriage passes through the gates of the castle walls.

"Ah, we're finally here~"