This is my part of a trade for  Shelby1995_MKII who wanted me to write a story about Bubba over inflating Magnus after an incident that made Magnus shrink. I do wanna apologize about the lore as I never seen or played the Spyro games before.

Magnus and Bubba from Spyro belongs to Insomniac Games

Bubba was supposed to be gathering an artifact for his friend, or that was until he found his friend smaller than he should be. As a request, Magnus asks Bubba to make him bigger using a pump Bubba takes with him everywhere.
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On a cloudy and dusky day, it’s quiet and peaceful through the woods. Beyond those woods is a giant temple of ruins that date from over a thousand years. A purple scaled dragon who goes by Bubba was exploring around the ruins. He walks on two legs, muscular, wears leather armor around his arms and shoulders, a skull necklace, wings with sharp teeth at the end of them, horns on top of his head, and a personality of a musclehead. The dragon didn’t know what he was looking for in these ruins, but why he was here was for a different reason. He was ordered by Magnus, a friend of his, to find an artifact of some sort. Though, he didn’t explain what exactly.

Bubba wasn’t the type of dragon to just ask about everything, mostly cocky and confident that he can get the job done. Then again, maybe it would be better to just go back and ask Magnus what type of artifact it is. Or he could look around, collect as many things he can get, and come back to Magnus to show him what he’s collected. The best thing is that if the things he collects are not the artifact, he can still sell them and get some gold. Just as he goes deeper into the cave, using his fire breath to light the way, he can’t seem to find anything valuable or what he considers an artifact. Bubba thinks about leaving the ruins and tell Magnus about his failed mission. He’s not even sure why the big-bellied dragon wanted him to do this instead of himself. With a deep sigh, Bubba gives up and turns around. Yeah he might be confident, but the one thing that he hates is his time being wasted. Just as he made it out of the dark cavern and outside of the ruins, he was just about to fly back until he heard something. “Bubba!” Someone was calling his name, which made him freeze in fear. No one was with him during this journey and the fact they knew his name makes it more terrifying.

Bubba looks around, unsure where the voice came from. “Huh, who said that!?” He said, ready to be on guard and attack whoever comes at him. Still, he doesn’t see anyone close to him nor in the distance. He even looked up just in case someone was flying in the sky.

“Bubba!” They call out again, a little louder than last time. Still, the dragon couldn’t find whoever was calling him. “Down here!” They say, sounding like they were just by his feet. Bubba looks down to the ground, in surprise to find a familiar face. It was Magnus, but way smaller than his usual size. He’s an orange-scaled dragon, a muscle gut with a belly that blocks his view of his meaty legs, a rope-like belt around his belly and a rope-like necklace around his neck, he has wings a bit smaller than his body, and stone sharp horns on his head. Bubba would say that he would be mistaken for a squirrel.

M-Magnus!? What happened to you!?” He just saw the guy an hour ago. Magnus must have done something really bad to get to where he’s at now. “Why are you small?”

The small dragon scoffs. “After you left to gather that artifact for me, I went to the bar to get a drink. Suddenly, I had a run in with Gnasty Gnorc, you know him. The ugly creature.” Bubba knows him well, the type of person even he wouldn’t mess with. And he’s the muscular one here. “Anyways, he force fed me this potion that shrinks me down a couple feet.”

Bubba chuckles softly. “A couple is a generous word.” He crosses his arms while letting Magnus explain more about the situation.

“Yeah, right. Afterwards, he tried to crush me with his mace and I got out of there quick enough. Now all I’m hoping for is to get back to my size. You still have that pump on you, right?” He requests, as if he knew that Bubba would have a bike pump.

Fortunately he’s right. Bubba does keep a bike pump on him for strange reasons that no one knows. Unless that’s how he got his muscles from. “Right here.” Bubba said as he pulled out the bike pump from behind him. Though Magnus does not want to know where he got that from. Bubba sets it down on the ground, grabbing the hose by the end, and kneels down to get to Magnus’ level. “I still don’t get how you let this happen. You’re way stronger than he is.” Bubba argues.

Magnus just shrugs. “Well….I might have had a few drinks before I was attacked.” At least he was honest with his mistake. “Are you going to help me or not? I really don’t want this to be my permanent size.” With that attitude, it could be his permanent size.

Bubba rolls his eyes, a bit annoyed with his friend’s impatience. He’s about to tell Magnus to open wide, until he figures out that the hose may not fit perfectly in the small dragon’s mouth.
“Oh…hmmm…” This is going to be a problem for both of them.

“What is it?” Magnus asks, lost on what the issue is, even if it’s that obvious.

“I can’t put this in your mouth, it’s too large for you.” Bubba says, unsure if there’s any way to even shrink the pump down. “I could just take you to a hospital to get you fixed and-”

“Just put the end on my tail!” He interrupts Bubba, turning his back towards the tall dragon, showing off his thick and small tail. “Right on the top!”

Bubba doesn’t know if that’s possible to do, but if it works, then Bubba would be grateful that his pump actually did something for once. He attaches the pump onto the tip of Magnus’s tail before locking it in place. “Well, here goes nothing.” He pulls up on the handle, hearing the air being sucked into the pump before he pushes down.

Magnus felt the air rush into his tail as it spread over his body like a cold breeze. It did expand his body up by inches. “Heh, it’s working! Keep going!” He encourages Bubba, chuckling as he’s excited to be back to normal soon. [Pump, Pump, Pump!] Bubba keeps on going, no intention of stopping. Magnus gets taller and wider each second, swelling up with air like a balloon. He flexes off handsomely before he looks down at his belly, blocking the view of his feet which is absolutely normal. He gives it a gentle poke just to feel nothing but hollowness inside. “Oh man, I do hope I can find a way to feel heavy again. Not looking forward to floating away.” He chuckles, making a joke out of this situation. He can watch as his view gets higher from Bubba’s legs to his chest.

It wasn’t even a full minute and Mangus is close to being at his original size again. “Man, this feels like a workout! I could do this all day!” Bubba says, giving himself that overeager confidence. “Just hold on, I’ll get this done” He doesn’t even look at Magnus as he’s pumping him up, mostly just at the pump himself.

“Well, you can stop now.” Magnus orders just as he reaches back to his size again, feeling better than ever. Though there was a bit of silence, besides the sound of the handing going up and down. “Bubba? Bubba?” He’s past his original size by now, head up a couple feet taller with his belly a little more larger than what it should be. “Ummmm, are you listening to me?” Magnus isn’t sure what’s going on with the dragon.

Bubba wasn’t paying attention at all as he might be getting too cocky with how much Magnus really needs. “Just there, pal! Don’t say another word.” The purple dragon tells him. With one foot down on the pump’s stand to keep it in place, just so he can get this done quicker.

As of Magnus, things weren’t taking a good turn for him. As he gets taller in height, his body gets wider. He tries to look down at Bubba to see what he’s doing, but his belly seems to get in his way. “Hey! I’m done here!” He shouts as if Bubba is deaf. Knowing that there’s no way to stop him, his only solution is to take the hose out of his tail. But as soon as he reaches for the hose, his tail expands twice in size while pushing the hose away from his hand. “Gah! I can’t reach it!” Worse is that he can’t move his inflated tail anymore, like it was as stiff as a stick. Without any help nor a way to save himself, he’s forced to watch himself grow larger as he now looms over his oblivious friend. “Ohhhh…boy….” He takes a couple steps back away from Bubba for more room to grow unwillingly. He spreads his legs apart as his inner thighs are close to touching each other.

Bubba huffs, a little worn out but nothing that can stop him from pumping. “I need to go a little faster! I’m going too slow on this!” He increases his speed, faster than what a regular air tank could do. Magnus instantly feels the swelling at a faster pace, now twice the size than what he should have been. What’s worse is that rather than just being a bigger dragon in size, it seems like his belly is expanding like a balloon. But it wasn’t just his belly, his butt seems to be getting thicker. Even Magnus felt embarrassed by it.

He can’t see Bubba anywhere with his enlarged belly blocking the view of the ground fully. “Bubba! Stop!” He pleads for mercy, but unfortunately Bubba can’t hear him from all the way down there. His legs can’t bend anymore once the air puffs up his joints and makes them stiff like his tail. With how tall he’s getting, he can see the entire ruins in front of him. His sides expand outwards, forming a ball with his belly. “Oh no! He’s gonna pop me!” That’s his biggest fear rather than the thought of him enlarging into a blimpy giant. His arms have a hard time reaching to the front of his belly, though that is if he can move them properly with the air puffing them up. The sounds of popping can be heard once his fingers and toes go numb, bloating up into huge sausages. “I…I can’t move my fingers!” His arms lay on his expanded sides, with his legs spread far apart from each other more. His torso gets rounder each second now that his back has taken effect with the swelling. His chest puffs up like he’s making the strongest inhale before it merges with his belly. The cheeks on his face make his face look like he was stung by hundreds of wasps or that he was allergic to something, with his thickening neck getting shorter by the second. Even his necklace and belt burst off of him once it couldn’t fit around him anymore. His limbs were also getting shorter too, mostly because of his increasingly sized chest. “MMmmfh! Mmmfh!” He can’t speak a word with his snout trapped between his upper chest and his cheeks. He’s about the size of a mountain, though he may go beyond that thanks to Bubba.

The muscular dragon on the other hand can’t take a hint that Magnus probably has enough air in him. Not even the looming and darkening shadow over Bubba doesn’t help at all. “Almost there….! I got this, Magnus!” He didn’t let out a sweat, not even a thought of taking a break was on his mind. Magnus can see over the ruins, some small villages up ahead that he could crush them with his inflated foot if he tried. He can’t move his head side to side anymore, locked into place as he’s forced to watch his own inflated chest take up half of the view. His arms are positioned into a t-pose with no luck being able to move them. Now doubled than a mountain, Magnus has to be the largest dragon ever known to any creature on the lands. “Finally….” Bubba stops pumping once he feels like he’s all done. “How are you feeling Magnu……” He stops his sentence once he looks up all the way, just to see an overshadowing of two large feet and an underbelly that shades about fifty miles in the radius. “Oh….I think I overdid it…..” Bubba chuckles lightly, embarrassed by how much strength he used for Magnus. “I’ll see you tomorrow then? I’ll find a way to deflate you, promise.” Not wanting to get involved with this anymore, Bubba takes off flying into the air to get away from the immobile marco blimp.

Magnus can hear what Bubba is saying since he has good hearing. He wasn’t going to let Bubba ditch him after what he’s done. “Mmmfh!” He muffles angrily, using all of his mobility and strength to lift up his inflated foot from the ground. He makes sure that it’s over Bubba and impossible for the dragon to escape.

Bubba looked up as he felt the cool air breeze over him with heavy winds. “Huh!?” His eyes widen and his pupils thin out as the large foot beneath him lowers down on top of him. Even as an agile dragon, there’s no way he can escape that. The sole of the dragon’s ballooned foot pushes Bubba down until he’s sandwiched between the grass and Magnus. Because of how light and hollow Magnus’ body is, there were no thumps, shaking, nor any ground-breaking earthquakes. “Hey! Get me out!” Bubba shouts as he’s trapped.

Magnus couldn’t hear Bubba anymore, hoping that he actually got him captured for the time being. “Mmmfh….So full….” He manages to speak something out of his snout. At least he got his revenge on Bubba, though he’s not sure how long he plans to keep him there. Maybe the gas inside can slowly deflate or Magnus can try to belch it out.

“What is this?” A deepened male voice calls out from Magnus’ ears. His eyes went into shock and let out a fearful gulp as he recognized that voice. Flying in front of the inflated dragon’s sight is a green-scaled dragon, muscular and tall just like Bubba. Though this dragon is an older one, with two more behind the dragon. His name is Nestor, the leader of the Artisan dragons. He seems displeased by what he’s looking at as he crosses his arms while flying in the sky. “Magnus? Care to explain yourself?” He asks in a disappointed tone, not otherwise impressed or even surprised to see a dragon this huge.

Magnus didn’t know what to say, or at least could even speak. “Mmfh….Bubba….inflated……me…” It’s all he can get out of his bloated snout, whimpering as he flails his puffy hands.

Still, Nestor wasn’t happy to hear this but at least he knows what made him this huge. “And where is Bubba? I need to speak to him.” Clearly he has no idea what’s become of Bubba.

“Down….below…..” Magnus tries to raise his inflated foot off from the ground, freeing Bubba from his prison. All the way down onto the ground, Bubba groans as he weakly gets up from the ground, not sure what time it is and what exactly happened.

Nestor could see Magnus lifting his foot off, getting an understanding of where he was. He and the elder dragons fly downward to the ground, the three standing in front of the smaller dragon. “Hello, Bubba. I hope you can tell us more of this since Magnus can’t tell us properly.”

“Oh man…I messed up big didn’t I?” Bubba groans, finally getting his head to stop spinning around. He too takes a big gulp at the sight of Nestor, crossing his arms as he glares right into Bubba’s eyes. “Okay look, it was an accident. I was trying to help get Magnus back to his size and then…well I might have overdid it. But at least no one was hurt! Well except for me, but-”

“That’s enough for now. We’ll speak more back at the base.” Nestor turns towards the two dragons. “Lead Bubba back to the base, I’ll need to speak to Magnus. As for you Bubba, we’ll see about giving you a…fair punishment for your and Magnus’ disturbance.” Bubba knows how much trouble he’s in if Nestor has a punishment for him. Listening to his orders, Bubba flies with the two dragons, away from the inflated and macro giant. Nestor quickly darts right out from underneath Magnus’ foot before he’s the one to be crushed under. Going back to the dragon’s puffy face, Nestor sighs. “Bubba is on his way. I’ll see to make sure he fixes this. Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to stay like this for another hour or two. As I told you before, never let an airhead do the job.” Magnus wasn’t sure if Nestor meant that seriously or as a joke. But with that expression on his dull face, he can tell that he meant it seriously. With that said, Nestor flies away, leaving Magnus to whimper more as he’s stuck in this position and size for however long it’ll take to deflate him back down. Though at least he learned his lesson, never go to a bar ever again.