Another story by my talented friend, this time involving Tiamat Raksha (front and center https://www.furaffinity.net/view/12448404/ ) getting *big* from a mysteriously familiar company...:3
Enjoy!

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Tiamat Raksha stormed into the kitchen of the Vanity Queen, her personal airship. The water daemonkin was livid; she had just lost a fight to one of the Meta heroes in Silver City, the stretchy Irish cat named Polymurr. And being the rich and rather spoilt heiress of the Faustus Organisation, she didn't exactly take her defeat very well.

"How *dare* she?!" The posh, blue bombay cat ranted as she threw the freezer door open. "I am a *princess*! How dare she humiliate me like this?!" It really didn't help at all that she was a model and a fashionista, and rather well known with quite the fan following in Silver City.
Her only consolation was the freezer was packed with tubs upon tubs of various ice cream treats, all sporting the same Paxton Confectionaries logo. If there was one thing that cheered Tiamat up after a bad day, it was sweets, and she was in an ice cream mood.
"Hmph, bloody stretchy powers," she mumbled, grabbing a few tubs of ice cream in her arms and grabbing a spoon from a drawer, "how could stretchy powers beat *me*?!"

Still fuming, the self-proclaimed 'Princess of Faustus' stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall, the uniformed Faustus workers quickly giving her a wide berth to avoid any potential wrath from their superior.


The Vanity Queen was the largest airship in Faustus' arsenal, which was all thanks to its captain's financial greed. The incredibly stylish interior, with its hallways and rooms of expensive paintings, ornaments and comfortable furniture, made the ship's name more fitting than necessary. And the captain's quarters was no exception; in fact it was arguably the most lavish room on the vessel.
The room sported a white shag carpet that took up the entire floor. A queen-sized bed with a gold coloured frame sat at the end of the room, with blue draping and purple satin sheets, and on the wall above it was a large portrait of Tiamat herself, capturing her head and chest, winking and holding one of her trademark hand fan weapons. On one side of the room sat an incredibly large dresser, sporting drawers upon drawers of makeup and supplies, with a big mirror.
On the other side was a door, leading into a walk-in closet. Inside the royal blue fashionista kept all her expensive clothes; rows and rows of faux-fur coats, dresses, shoes, hats, the works. A large vanity mirror also sat in that closet, allowing the vanity queen herself to pose and check herself out.

Dumping her ice cream tubs on the bed, Tiamat sat down with a thud, causing her generous chest to bounce slightly, and crawled to the centre, sitting back on the pillows and allowing her long blue tail to sneak out to her side. Her furry face still sporting a grumpy scowl, the captain pulled a tub over to her lap, grabbing the spoon with her other hand.
She flipped open the lid and got a good whiff of the chocolate and strawberry frozen treat inside, causing her stomach to let out a growl in hungry anticipation.

"I think I've earned this," the bombay mumbled, scooping some ice cream onto the spoon and lifting it into her mouth, greedily popping it in.
Almost instantly, her grumpy scowl was replaced with wide-eyed wonder as her mouth exploded with flavour. The delicious creamy cold treat danced in her maw with the smooth but exciting taste blend of chocolate and strawberry until she finally swallowed.

"Mmm, exquisite~" she purred, smacking her lips before she popped another spoonful into her mouth. Then another, then another.

Tiamat let out a content little burp as she finished the entire tub of ice cream, licking brown and red residue from her lips as she drummed her fingers on her taut stomach. What Tiamat hadn't noticed, however, was she had grown slightly. Not from fullness, but from actual fat buildup. The only major change you would notice was in her bust; it had expanded quite a bit, straining her faint purple mini dress. Her stomach had become a bit of a muffin-top, the slightest ghost of an overhang bulging over the belt of her jeans, which were slightly tighter due to her thicker thighs and bubblier backside. Her arms and hands were also thicker, her cheeks were chubbier, and the slightest hint of a double chin had appeared.

But Tiamat had noticed none of this; what she *did* notice was she felt much better...and her stomach was grumbling for more. *Much* more.
"Oh, calm down," the prissy kitty giggled, patting a paw on her middle, "we have plenty more to enjoy~"
Licking her lips greedily, she pulled another of the many tubs over, giggling as she opened the lid and got a nice smell of the vanilla and honey scent inside.She grabbed her spoon back up and got to work.


Instead of a polite quiet burp, Tiamat unleashed a huge, loud, almost window-shattering belch as she dumped the last empty tub of ice cream over onto the floor with the rest. She rubbed the sides of her larger stomach while slowly smacking her lips contently, purring at how much ice cream she'd ate.
However, all that snacking had taken its toll on her body. Her mini dress had given up trying to contain her melon-sized breasts and her bra was just barely hanging on. Her muffin-top became a full on potbelly that burst the button on her jeans, which threatened to rip and tear from her thunder thighs and bubble butt being stuffed inside them. Her doublechin was starting to develop a third, and her cheeks became the size of tennis balls.

But once again, she either didn't notice or didn't care. Once her stomach let out *another* hungry grumble, her mind was set.

"Moooore," she purred, grunting as she rolled and hoisted herself onto the floor from her comfy bed, "I need more~"

With long, heavy thudding steps, she slowly waddled to the door, making a lumbering beeline back to the kitchen as she swore she had seen cakes and pies and chocolates in the fridge that morning.
And once she got there, lo and behold, practically a trove of sweets and desserts were there, their boxes and wrappers sporting the same Paxton Confectionaries logo, and were practically calling to her to eat them. And she was ready to answer that call.

Grabbing every last box and wrapper with the Paxton logo on them, the greedy bombay blueberry stomped back to her bedroom and lumbered back onto her bed. She greedily opened up a box containing a large luscious chocolate fudge cake, and with a lick of her lips she stuck the cake right into her face, rolling on her backside and giggling as she loudly and messily scarfed and gobbled up the dessert. Her toes wiggled with greedy glee as they began to thicken up...


"Lady Tiamat, your...pie, is here," a Faustus soldier meekly mumbled as he entered the Vanity Queen's captain's quarters, slowly blinking his eyes with shock and almost not believing what he was seeing.

Taking up the entire width of the queen-sized bed was the queen herself; a huge fluffy blue blob who had her face stuffed into a pie tin, the sounds of a tongue sliding along it, the smacking of lips and deep, greedy giggles emerging from inside.

Her huge round sagging breasts still commanded the most size, her bra having snapped off ages ago as well as her underwear with her fur censoring herself for decency's sake. Her arms and legs had developed sleeves of fat that threatened to engulf her feet and hands, which had grown incredibly thick and seemingly difficult to move. Her fingers just barely bend over the lid and her toes were barely wiggling. Her large round stomach had forced her thick little legs to spread outward, giving her an almost starfish-like position.
Once the tin had popped off, the round thick face of Tiamat was on display; her football-sized cheeks nearly engulfed her entire face, giving her an almost squint and almost absorbing her crumb and sauce-stained mouth, and her quadruple chins looked like they were about to be joined by a fifth.

Carelessly discarding the tin, she smacked her lips as she watched the soldier carefully approach her, trying to avoid stepping on the mountains of empty boxes wrappers and tins.
"Mmm, gimme," she purred impatiently, her speaking slowed down and her voice deeper and rumblier from all the fat covering her neck, holding out her thick paws and making slow lazy grabbing motions. "I'm so, hungry~"
The soldier said nothing as he allowed his slobby superior to grab the pie and stuff it right in her face, continuing her loud messy giggly gobbling up.

"I'll, uh, have the cleaners pick up the rubbish then, miss?" He muttered nervously, then after a few seconds decided to take her continuing to stuff her face as a yes before he carefully walked back out.


Weeks had passed since that day, and Tiamat had done nothing but eat and grow. Becoming totally addicted to Paxton Confectionaries, all she wanted was to get more and eat more.

Her body had become so huge and heavy it required a small army of Faustus soldiers to lift her out of bed. Her movements had become much slower, resulting in her waddle-shuffling along at a snail's pace. With her neck totally engulfed with fat, she had to turn in place in order to look around.

Of course, this meant she had to be put off missions until her addiction was cured and she was back to her normal shape. But this didn't stop her from wanting to model; measuring her took a good few hours considering the largest measuring tape they had could just barely make it around her gigantic chest. The modelling took even longer with her slowly turning in place and trying to lazily move her arms to pose.
"Make, shure, you get my, good shide, darlingsh~" she'd say, the fat accumulated around her face giving her a lisp as well as making her voice deep and giving it more bass than a dubstep show.

To her and her modelling company's surprise, her fans turned out to like her new look, and she had even gained more fans in the process. She also received piles and piles of gifts from her fans; letters and snacks from fans who adored and crushed on her, and a few secret admirers who wished to see her even bigger.

And who was she to disappoint? Plus, free food from her followers!

So she ate, and grew, and ate, and ate, and grew, and slept, and grew, and ate some more.