A lazy greedy jackal follows a peculiar trail, and may (or may not) regret it...

A request for  smallergod of her OC Jenny being transformed into a little piggy :D

Really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy reading it!

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Jenny stretched across the sofa, her head leaning on her arm on the armrest. The dark furred jackal was alone in the house, dressed in only an old t-shirt and panties, showing off her strange purple markings. She flicked through channel after channel on the TV, feeling lazy, lethargic, and most of all, bored out of her mind. A faint sliver of drool spilled out the corner of her mouth, and her wavy blue hair covered her sight just a bit.

She was unemployed, her friends were busy, and her mother was out doing whatever she said she was doing (Jenny was only half-paying attention when she told her), so she had virtually nothing to do. She could read a book or play some video games, but none of them sounded appealing to her at the moment. She could go outside, but it was way too hot today. In fact, it was the heat that made her so lazy in the first place!

Grrrrrrnnn…

Eating sounded good, though.

Jenny was a slave to not just sloth, but gluttony as well. She put a paw to her stomach, which was slightly rounded with flab. It pushed ever so slightly against her shirt and her panties felt a little tight trying to confine her thick thighs and backside.

With a soft groan, she slowly righted herself, wiping the drool off her face and rising from the couch, stretching and clicking her stiffened bones. Her belly, which peeked ever so slightly from under her shirt, received a lazy scratch as she shuffled into the kitchen. She grimaced as she felt the heat from outside hit her hard as she entered, which signalled to her she needed something cold. And preferably sweet.

With this in mind, she made a beeline for the fridge and pulled it open, her large ears drooping as her hopeful grin turned into a disappointed frown; aside from a few drops of milk and a chocolate bar, the thing was totally empty!

“Mom better be shopping,” she mumbled to herself, hopeful that’s what she was indeed doing.

Sighing, she figured she may as well finish the job and grabbed the scraps of food. She demolished the bar in a few bites and downed the milk straight from the carton.

Of course, this hardly made a dent in the jiggly jackal’s appetite. Her stomach let out another displeased growl, demanding more.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, rubbing a paw on it, “but there’s nothing here till mom gets back…”

Dejected at the thought of putting up with a gnawing hunger for a few long hours, Jenny began trudging back toward the living room.

...that was, until her nose had picked something up. She jolted her head up and began sniffing the air, picking up a delicious, warm scent of...chicken. And beef. And was that cake, and chocolate? And chocolate cake?!

Jenny’s stomach practically roared like an irate lion at the smell, demanding that she follow it to its source. And she was incredibly inclined to obey. She grabbed a miniskirt from the laundry room and pulled it on, having a little difficulty getting her thighs into them. As soon as they were (tightly) buttoned, she headed right out the front door with the unsheltered sunshine hitting her hard. She didn’t complain though; she hardly even noticed with all her focus on this new little mission.



Jenny had no idea where she was going, blindly following the delicious scent trail to its source. It was a miracle she hadn’t been hit by a car or something, just letting her nose lead the way. The heat was hitting her hard, and she began panting in an attempt to cool herself at least a bit.
Maybe this place has cola, or even some ice cream, she thought giddily.

Her little trance was broken as she walked into something. She let out a yelp and shook her head to get her wits back together, discovering she’d walked right into a door. Backing up and looking around her, she saw it belonged to a small house in the suburbs just outside the city, not too far from where she lived. That smell really came from this far?

That wasn’t the focus of her worries though; that belonged to the fact that she realised she’d banged right into the front door, probably alerting whoever was inside. Part of her wanted to run and hide, out of sheer shyness, and the other wanted to stay and find any possible treats inside. Evidently the latter side won, since her feet stayed glued to the porch.

A lump formed in the jackal’s throat while she watched the handle turn, and the door slowly opened inward. She managed to swallow it down toward the butterflies in her stomach, as a figure stepped out in front of her. A tall fox woman with brilliant orange fur, sporting a rather busty figure with a slightly-too-small bra on her top and a miniskirt on her bottom.

She looked down at Jenny, who stood a good few inches shorter, and regarded her with a warm smile.
“Why hello there, little one. Can I help you?”

“O-oh, uh,” Jenny began, trying to pick out the right words from the jumbles in her head, “I-I just smelt something nice, a-and I, uh-” She was silenced by a finger to her lips.

“Say no more,” the fox chuckled, an almost motherly tone to her voice, “If you’re hungry, why don’t you come inside and have a snack, hm?”

The jackal paused to contemplate this. She had always found it difficult to turn down an invitation, whether it be from friends or strangers, especially if food was involved. Bring the promise of a snack into the equation and you’ll have her in the palm of your hand.

This time was no different.

“W-well,” she started, fidgeting shyly, “I-I guess, if it’s no trouble…”

“Of course not, sweetheart,” the fox giggled, moving aside to reveal the doorway, “if it was any problem, I wouldn’t invite you in!”

Jenny nodded, grinning nervously as she plodded inside. The house looked relatively quaint, but felt very inviting. She turned her nose up to the air as the smell returned, almost tenfold. Slobber dripped from her muzzle and her belly let out another impatient growl.

“My my, someone skipped breakfast?” The fox smiled, watching her guest’s face turn beet-red, “well, I’m nearly finished so why don’t you have a look around?”

“A-alright,” Jenny nodded, managing a smile back as she rubbed her irate middle. Her hostess disappeared around the corner through a doorway, leaving Jenny to herself. She took the chance to do exactly what she was told, and have a little look around the house, or at least the bottom floor.

Her feet absentmindedly took her to what looked like the living room. A nice flatscreen TV and sofa dominated one side, the latter sporting a nice floral pattern with a couple of matching armchairs. On the other side was a bookshelf, just about taller than the fox, she figured. The bottom few shelves held many kinds of cookbooks, for baking and barbecuing and all other kinds of preparation.

The shelf eye-level to her was lined with framed photographs, all of them depicting varying anthros. She furrowed her brow in curiosity as she noticed they all looked asleep, slumped on a flower patterned sofa...and incredibly fat.

The top shelf sported more books, but these ones were like none she’d ever seen before; these ones had spines discoloured and darkened from age, but she could still make out some of the titles. Most of them were simple one-word titles like ‘Enchantments’ and ‘Transmogrification’, while another that caught her eye was ‘Magical Cuisines and How to Cook Them’.

“Ah, I see you spotted my little collection,” The fox’s voice suddenly spoke up from behind Jenny, making her jump with a yelp and snap her head around to see her leaning against the living room doorway, “Oh don’t worry, I just have a little interest in old books, mostly ‘magic’ ones.” She quoted with her fingers.

“O-oh, right,” the timid jackal nodded, seeming to accept the answer, then took another glance at the photos, “wh-who are these people?”

“Oh, just friends and relatives,” the hostess answered rather quickly, “I don’t see many of them too often so I keep photos of them, you see.”

“Aahh,” Jenny nodded, feeling a little at peace, and from the delicious aroma in the air, there was no need to ask what the cookbooks were for, “u-um, what did you make?”

The fox smirked, rather deviously. “Come to the table and you’ll see~”



Jenny’s jaw dropped at what beheld her. Steaks, fries, pizzas, pastas, chicken and all sorts of rich delights covered up the expansive dining room table, with pies, cakes, puddings and other kinds of desserts set up behind them. The jackal was totally captured by the sight and smell of the feast, which looked large enough to feed a small village for weeks!

“I hope this isn’t too much,” said the fox, a hint of mischief in her voice, “I tend to get a little...overzealous with my cooking.”

“I-it’s no problem at all,” drooled Jenny, instinctively parking her rump on the central chair. She smacked her lips in greedy anticipation as she eyed up her appetiser; a small mountain of fries with a topping of ketchup, along with a few fresh garlic baguettes. A baker’s dozen, in fact.

“Please, help yourself,” the fox smirked, stroking down Jenny’s blue hair, “and no need for manners either. You’re not here to impress me, after all.”

Jenny had no idea why, but she felt...comfortable. This lady was making her feel right at home, not exactly an easy thing to do for such a timid young jackal. And not only did she produce all this food in so little time, but she was sincerely happy about letting her go to town on it! She’d never get this kind of freedom at home, not with her mother insisting she cut down on snacking and work on going out more often.

With a newfound giddiness, she began grabbing handfuls of golden fries and shoveling them into her mouth. A moan of content escaped her as her tastebuds practically exploded with flavour. As she took her time chewing and swallowing the deep fried delights, an urge began flowing through her. An urge to eat as much as she could. She wanted more. She NEEDED more.

And from the look of the spread, she had plenty more to last a few weeks.

Locked into this new state of mind, she began using not just shoveling her hands into the food, but her face as well, figuring she could get more into her that way. And she was indeed right; the mountain of fried sticks shrunk lower and lower as each of them were ploughed into the voracious jackal’s maw, getting grease and sauce all over herself.



The fox watched, rather pleased as Jenny used a finger to scrape up a glob of ketchup from the empty, grease-stained plate. She sucked the sauce off in her mouth, totally oblivious to the fact her nonstop binge had caused her stomach to distend quite a bit, her old shirt only able to cover her chest.

Speaking of her chest, curiously that seemed to have grown as well, her breasts pushing against her bra and filling it out a bit. Her cheeks became slightly rounder, with a ghost of a double chin beneath her greasy maw. Her upper arms developed an extra layer of adipose, along with thicker thighs and a wider backside, which was flirting with spilling over the sides of her chair.

Though, Jenny hadn’t noticed her own growth; in fact, she was oblivious to everything that wasn’t edible, which was evident by her tearing into the garlic baguettes without a second thought. Garlic butter exploded onto her face and hands as she chomped into the bread, moaning with sheer content as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. She wasn’t feeling any fuller during her trance-like binge; in fact, every mouthful she swallowed made her even hungrier for more!

Garlic and butter was added onto the stains of ketchup and grease on the greedy girl’s face, neglecting to clean up or even notice the mess. Food was too important right now. She just wanted to EAT.

After much less time than it should take, Jenny laid back in her seat, the wooden frame creaking ominously beneath her increasing bulk. One hand drummed its fingers on her belly, which was larger from quick digestion into pure fat rather than being stuffed, while the other was being licked clean of any residue left behind.

Her double chin was undoubtedly visible now, squished up by her head pointing downward. Her breasts were seriously pushing against the fabric of her bra, threatening to squish out of it. Her stomach pushed ever so slightly against the edge of the table, perfectly spherical and ominously growling for more. Her thunder-thighs squished together, causing her to leisurely spread her thickening legs beneath the table. Her miniskirt was becoming increasingly tight, trying its best to keep together as her small love-handles squished out of it.

She stretched out her larger arms, her grin squishing up her chubbier cheeks, and her tail wagged slowly through a space in the chair’s backrest. She felt...lazier, more lethargic than before. And she liked it.

“My my, someone WAS hungry,” the fox woman giggled, cleaning away the emptied plates, “but don’t tell me you’re full already. That was only an appetiser, after all!”

Jenny lazily shook her head, scratching her belly. “I wouldn’t mind a little more.”

“Just what I thought,” the taller canine smirked, directing her guest’s attention to the greasy fattening banquet before her. “Eat~”

Without warning, the jiggly jackal lurched forward and pulled over a plate holding a steaming golden brown roast chicken. She desperately tore off a leg and began voraciously chewing and sucking the meat and skin off the bone, greases and sauces dripping onto her shirt. As usual, the taste was irresistibly delicious, enticing her to eat more and more. And so she did, with constant gusto.

Once again, her body began to expand. With every mouthful, her frame surged larger and wider, her belly sticking more and more into the table with the top of it becoming another table in itself. In fact she’d started placing smaller bowls and plates on it for easier access! Her messy shirt had more and more difficulty trying to contain her enlarging breasts, her bra strap becoming closer and closer to snapping with every surge. Her miniskirt began popping its stitches, unable to take much more as slivers of furry flab bulged from every space it could find. Her button finally gave up and shot underneath the table to the wall, letting more stomach to spill free.

But Jenny continued to eat, blissfully unaware. As her body grew larger, her gorging became more frantic and careless as she just desperately focused on stuffing her mouth with as much as it could hold. As a result, Her face and hands were becoming increasingly messy, caked and discoloured with grease, sauces and crumbs. An overwhelming giddiness was shooting through her as she ate, making her giggle with total gluttony as she poured and stuffed more and more into her maw.

Like a prize pig.

The fox’s face grew a devilish smirk as she watched yet another slow change occur on her greedy little guest, as if her indulgence was fueling it. The jackal’s fur began to tint from her muzzle, turning from grey to a bright pink. Her purple spots faded with the change, her back developing brown speckles in their place. Her head of blue hair still remained intact.

Her pointy ears stretched out, developing a crease as the tips flopped downward. Her hands and feet began to painlessly transmogrify, changing from thick padded paws to three-digit trotters with large black claws. Her large fluffy tail began to shrink, spiraling smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a little pink corkscrew.

Her arms and legs began to shorten, giving her more of a spherical shape, like a pink medicine ball with stubby thick limbs. Her clothes couldn’t take the sudden width change and, as a result, practically exploded off her new form. Her bra and panties just barely stayed to cover her breasts and underside, for decency’s sake. Her muzzle shortened as well, going from a small black nose and sharp-toothed maw, to a flat pink snout and large wide mouth.

The poor girl even began developing fitting traits, such as grunting into her food, eating with just her mouth, and lapping up any sauce, crumbs or juices left behind. The fox couldn’t help but let out a giggle at her new little pet.



When she’d eventually finished her main course, Jenny slumped back in her chair, legs bending and creaking from the sheer effort of keeping her up. The jackal-turned-pig smacked her plump lips, drumming her new large claws on her globular pink tummy, seemingly oblivious to her transformation.

That was, until the fox kneeled down next to her, with a small mirror in hand pointed right in her face.
“I think you look rather adorable,” she giggled.

Jenny’s eyes shot wide open at the sight, her trotter-hands feeling at her flat snorting snout. “W-wha-?! Am I a pig?!”

“Indeed you are,” her hostess purred, giving her a loving scratch in her blue locks, “you see, I’ve been watching you for some time now. You’re a greedy little girl; a pig, even. So, I used my talents in the arts of cooking, and magical enchantments, to give you a more fitting appearance!”

Jenny let out a squeal of shock, hands shooting over her mouth. “I-is it...permanent?” She grunted.

“Oh of course not, sweetie, I’m not cruel,” the fox woman chuckled, patting her guest’s dominating abdomen and sending a cascade of sloshing wobbles across it, “I have an antidote, which you can have once I’m finished with you. And I think I want to keep you as my little pet piglet for a while~”

Jenny swallowed, not sure if she liked how this might go. “U-uhh…”

“You haven’t even touched your dessert yet,” the tall canine smirked, waving her hand to the large array of cakes, pies, ice cream and all other kinds of most likely fattening treats.

Jenny blinked at the sight, swallowing some drool as she rubbed her grumbling stomach. That food did look really good.
“W-well...I guess, I could have another bite...or two...maybe three?”

The fox said no more, simply pushing a large chocolate cake toward the round little pig, who let out a squeal of joy and shoved her face right into it, seeming to forget all her worries.


She chuckled and stroked along her guest’s dimpled little back. “Good piglet~”