"...and down below, we have the vats where we do the final mixing of our world famous paints..." Came the voice of the tour guide, leading the pair of rabbits across the catwalks overlooking the various brightly colored holding tanks. Bubbles rose from the surface of each one, showing that they needed to be aerated to prevent clogs in the machinery further down the line. Kyle however, was mesmerized by the bright colors, each one a different famous toony effect. The were arranged in rainbow order, providing a stunning sight from high above them, definitely a key point on the tour.

Frits noticed Kyle had stopped, the shy bunny peeking over the safety rail, at one specifically marked vat: "Fat". He had to break away from the rest of the group, bouncing back towards his friend, looking into the paint as well. There was a lot of it, but this was just a tour. "Hey, buddy. What are you looking at? You're not thinking of jumping in, are you? I know you love these paints, but I don't think even you would be THAT desperate!" He let out a comical chuckle, giving Kyle a firm pat on his back...

The red bunny yelped out in surprised, so lost in thought and fantasies that he'd even tuned out his friend right next to him. That light swat startled him, his hands slipping off the rail and being knocked forward. His stomach pressed onto the rail and the momentum from his upper body made him seesaw over the bar, plunging headfirst over the side. He tried to overturn and grab onto anything, but it was far too late. Kyle splashed into the deep vat of yellow paint...

Alarms sounded immediately, signalling a hazard as a first-response team got to work salvaging the poor bunny, who thankfully didn't drown. When Frits was able to join his side... he almost didn't even looked fazed. Sure, he was as shy and nervous as always, especially with medics and chemists examining him to discover any ill effects.

"I.. I'm fine..." He tried to speak up, but returned to hanging his head, still decidedly embarassed that he caused such a commotion. Frits, on the other hand, was confused. Kyle fell into a vat of paint meant to fatten up people and toons for the purposes of gags and special effects, but... Kyle was completely normal. Not even an ounce pudgier. Yeah he was fine, but he should have at least changed. Frits didn't get a lot of opportunity to ponder on the spot as he was elbowed aside by more of the examination staff and even a security guard. Last thing he needed was to get them kicked out.

It took over an hour, with Frits becoming more and more impatient as it went on, but soon, they were allowed to leave. They were even paid off with coupons for free samples of the company's paint in exchange for keeping quiet about the obvious work hazard. They didn't get to finish the tour, however, which did seem to disappoint Kyle a bit.

"Hey, ease up, Kyle. They didn't ban us from the place, so we could just sign up for another tour another day!" Frits did his best to reassure his fellow bunny, bringing him in for a shoulder hug. However, this made him notice something. Kyle was usually very thin and lanky, but... suddenly he felt a bit wider.

"Hey bud, have you put on some weight?" Frits questioned, almost sounding teasing about it.

"Ha ha, very funny Frits..." Kyle spoke sarcastically. "I fell into the Fat paint."

"No, that's not what I mean, I mean..." Frits did find something to point out to make his case. "Uh, your shirt's starting to lift up..." Indeed, ther was a noticeable roundness in Kyle's belly, and the hem of his shirt couldn't pull over it.

"Frits, it's a lost and found shirt. All my clothes were soaked in paint," Kyle was quick to point out. "I can't believe you didn't even notice I changed clothes!" He sounded a little annoyed.

"How was I supposed to remember what you're wearing?" Frits came back, rolling his eyes and tapping his foot. Not only was he impatient about the way Kyle was acting, but that stretched out shirt was beginning to bug him. "I don't even wear anything besides this scarf. But that's not what I'm talking about. I swear you're.... bigger."

"Bigger???" Kyle seemed confused, idly tugging his hem before it noticed it was pulled even higher than before. "Ah... Aah!" He yelped out. "I... I gained weight! How?!"

"I... don't know..." Frits was just as lost as Kyle was. Without regard for his fellow bunny, he lifted Kyle's shirt hem, rubbing at his midsection and feeling that it was definitely fat. He didn't even know Kyle was capable of gaining weight. He always seemed to just have that same figure no matter what. Maybe Kyle was so naturally thin, it delayed the effect of all the paint he'd been splashed in?

"H-hey! Knock it off!" Kyle suddenly blurt out, blushing as he lightly patted Frits' hands away. "That's making me feel..... weird..." Kyle instead rubbed at his own paunchy new gut himself, his blush deepening. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of having his belly rubbed like that.

"G-geez, is this why you always get fat all the time, Frits?" Kyle asked, "This feels so weird..... in a good way..." However, when he said that, Frits noticed that Kyle's entire shirt was being lifted up now.

"Uh, buddy?" Frits spoke up, "I think we better get you back to those examiners, cause I think-" However, he was interrupted by a loud, audible gurgle, before Kyle's gut suddenly gained twice the size it had so far. He had gone from skinny to overweight in just moments.

"Aah!" Kyle shouted, so shocked that he fumbled back and flopped onto his rear. His expression went blank for a moment before he turned around. "Wh-what?! Even my butt's getting bigger and... nff... softer..." The light grunt came from when he squeezed at his newly padded rump. His pants were tight, and without even thinking, Kyle undid the button and zipper, letting out an oddly cathartic sigh.

"Okay, we need to get you back inside!" Frits demanded. He knew the potency of those paints all too well, and if it was just delayed, then that vat's worth was going to make something BIG. And that something was going to be Kyle.

"N-no!" Kyle objected, rather abruptly at that. "J-just a few more minutes..." Frits watched his red bunny friend kneading and rubbing at his gut, which was beginning to grow at a constant rate now. Kyle let out another sigh, this one even longer than the last one.

"O... kay..." Frits was reluctant to just leave Kyle at the mercy of whatever delayed effect was coming, but several things stopped him from going off on his own to get the staff at the factory. For one, Kyle seemed more pleased and content than every before. Even as his fat rose enough to form large visible moobs on his chest, the red bunny was rubbing away, so entranced in what Frits assumed was unexplored delight. Secondly, Frits had always wanted to see Kyle fatten up, and even as he was looking on, he couldn't resist nibbling on his lower lip, watching Kyle wiggle and jiggle and enjoy himself like that. And finally, it might have already been too late. Frits, as an avid user of these paints, knew that too much of it could cause the effects to be permanent after prolonged exposure. Kyle had been completely submerged and prodded without some form of antidote administered for over an hour... If Kyle was doomed to plump to who-knew-what degrees, he... didn't want to miss it.

Kyle's clothes stretched now. So much additional rump and chest, as well as a healthy thickening of his arms wer straining the fabric already. Frits was shuddering, anticipating what her knew to be a hard limit on just how much normal clothing could contain. Kyle's belly was beginning to fold as new additional fat rolls appeared. The changes were startling visible, and after so much reveling in the feeling, Kyle was beginning to giggle, almost ecstatic in these wondrous new feelings. He'd never felt like this before and that feeling only compounded further as he thickened.

A loud creaking noise would alert both bunnies, ears shifting to take in the sound, noting that it was coming from Kyle's secondhand clothes. The shirt was going first, the thin cotton stretched well beyond its intended size before a quick enough spurt split it open with a satisfying SHRRRRRP! Kyle let out a heavy sigh as his fuzzy moobs spilled out into the open air unimpeded. All sense of shame was gone. His short, fluffy tail wiggled as his pants seemed ready to follow, the strain focusing on the already open fly. Kyle's thighs were forcibly widening to contain the rest of him, and it was taking its toll on the stiff denim. The seams stretched looser and looser, before that one binding thread caused it to explode into pieces, consecutive SNAP sounds heralding the fall of the last article of clothing covering Kyle's body. Thankfully, clothing was optional to toons, a fact that wasn't even registering to Kyle while he was busy discovering that it gave him more room to grow.

Frits had to take a moment to contain himself. While Kyle could no longer reach over his belly, Frits saw his chance to rub at the underside of the soft flab.

"S-so how are you feeling buddy?" Frits asked, "You're definitely way fatter than me now."

"I feel amaaazing..." Kyle droned, breathing deep and letting out one of the longest sighs Frits had ever heard. "Oh man, why didn't you tell me this felt so... awesome?"

"Well I..." Frits didn't have an answer for that. Thinking about how many times he wanted to make Kyle bloat up only made his fingers dig into the pillowy rolls that kept growing in front of him. "You... know you're probably never going to skinny again, right? With all the paint you were dunked in, it's.... probably... going to be permanent."

"I don't even care!" Kyle blurt out, to Frits' surprise. Kyle punctuated that with an elated purr, even going so far as to press his nose into those immense moobs. "I don't ever want to go back, this feels way, way, WAY too good!"

Frits wiggled, barely able to contain his excitement. He wanted to show concern, so he'd look like a good friend, but the constant nibbling at his lower lip betrayed how... hot this was to him. He never expected Kyle to take it this well. Given how skinny he'd always been, the blue bunny had always assumed it was a conscious choice of diet. He had no idea that it might have been because of forces outside of his control. He'd always heard of genes that hinder some people from gaining weight, but could those be in toons also? The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Sex icons, lanky sidekicks and weaklings, all manner of toony stereotypes hinged on maintaining that iconic figure that blended their character and aesthetic. It was all so clear.
This tangent distracted Frits from the fact that Kyle was growing even more rapidly. The red bunny was so enormous, he was beginning to cast a shadow. Wherever Frits squeezed on his belly, he felt like he could bury his hand in Kyle's girth...

"Uh, Kyle?" Frits spoke up, stepping back as Kyle's flab was expanding him wider in every direction. Gravity was making the soft fat settle the red bunny into a warm pile of fuzz, and eventually the sheer mass was making his head and chest rise higher. "Can you even move anymore?"

"Who needs to move?" Kyle droned, pure joy dripping from his words, wiggling himself in the comfortable and almost amorphous shape. When he rocked into different positions, his flab would squish into rounder shapes, especially in his limbs. He was a giant fatty blob at this point, and he wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. On the contrary, Frits couldn't keep backing up to avoid being pinned, hopping and climbing up Kyle's fatrolls. He was stunned by how high he was climbing before long. After a full minute, the blue bunny had a clear view of the factory, way down below. He couldn't thank being a toon anymore before now. At least if he fell, he wouldn't be at risk of dying. Making flattening like a pancake, or leaving a comically rabbit-shaped crater, or something else mildly painful, but ultimately harmless.

When he finally reached the peak of Kyle's moobs, he could swear he was on top of a skyscraper. Kyle on the other hand was purring, sending juggling vibrations throughout his body as Frits' steps only served to stimulate him more. Frits was curious why he was responding so well to the rubs and squished even now, until he realized Kyle's limbs were pinned by their sheer girth and weight. The red bunny was lost in bliss, and after several seconds, he let out a pleased, droning "Moooooooore~!"

Frits had absolutely lost it now. It was like his wildest fantasies about Kyle were coming true. He finally reached a point where he could see Kyle again... and found the bunny's cheeks swollen into huge round masses of chubbiness swelling to either side with the vague shape of an elated bunny face in between.

"You know, Kyle..." Frits said, "I am really sorry about knocking you into that vat of paint, but... I can't help but think that you look absolutely amazing."

"I FEEL amazing!" Kyle responded quickly, with the widest and happiest grin his face was capable of. "I don't want anything else besides this. I HOPE this paint is permanent. I want to grow. I want to be... a god! I want to bury entire cities in my fur. Countries, even... the whole universe!" The red bunny was drunk on size and pleasure. Perhaps the world wasn't ready for a fat Kyle, but it seemed like Kyle was, and so was Frits.

"Y... Y-yeah!" Frits exclaimed, "Be bigger! The biggest bunny! Bigger than everything imaginable!" Frits was so excited, but hearing himself, he couldn't help but blush, trying to hide it with his grin. Eventually, he just resigned to laying in Kyle's neckfat, but that plan was interrupted soon after when even Kyle's chinfat was enough to flatten a mall. Frits suddenly noticed that... it was nighttime?

When he looked down, he realized the time of day hadn't changed at all. He was in space, as was the rest of Kyle. He couldn't even see the continent they had been standing on just fifteen minutes ago... There was the slighest bit of blue visible, being blocked from view by the widest of Kyle's flab, until it was completely lost. Had that been the ocean??? Frits glanced around, and could not see any traces of the planet anymore. More than that, Kyle's blobby fatrolls were way jigglier than normal, no longer subject to the gravity of any planet.

Frits clung to Kyle's chin fat. It was so soft, he could swear he could practically swim in it if he wanted to. He was just as overjoyed having his friend this enormously fat, until he heard a deep voice speak.

"Mmmmm... Frits?" It said. It sounded like Kyle's, only way deeper. When he looked up, her realized that's exactly who it had been. "I did have something I wanted to tell you." As Kyle spoke, the pitch became even lower and lower, even enough to send vibrations through his entire neck. "Back when I was about the size of... about a skyscraper, I think my butt crushed the paint factory... Spilling all of the paint varieties and coating my rear in all of them... Even some... experimental batches that were designed to temporarily give toons new abilities for use in special effects and public shows and... well the point is... you told me that the paint becomes permanent in large doses and with prolonged exposure, so... my butt has been coated with several thousand gallons of paint for the last... hour now? And they all mixed together... in a very..... volatile way."

"H-huh?" Frits was confused, trying to process all that. "But... how do you know all that?"

"I believe I have some kind of hypersense now." Kyle replied, somewhat matter of factly, as if it were undoubtable from his perspective. "I can kind of tell what's going on, even though I can't see it. But more than that, I think I have all of those wild paint effects as... powers now."

"P-powers?" Frits' eyes widened, unsure exactly what Kyle was experiencing and just what he might be capable of.

"Like I could do almost anything." Kyle responded. His voice getting deep enough to shake his whole body. Perhaps it was a side effect of the weight gain AND the insane power that he could feel flowing through his body. Thinking it would be better to show than tell, the red bunny wiggled his nose, which looked rather adorable even with his face still flanked by cheeks the size of moons on either side of his face. With a light 'poof' noise, Kyle's hat reappeared on top of his head, still covered in dry yellow paint. With a flick of his ear, the paint disappeared, restoring it back to perfect condition.

"Wha?! How did you do that?!" Frits shouted. Frits was expecting a prideful bunny, to be sure, but a powerful bunny as well?

"Translocation paint," Kyle boomed, his voice echoing across his figure. "Made for toons to help with acts involving appearing out of nowhere, as well as extending it to props. Like suddenly pulling out pies or hammers. But I'm sure you want to see something more grand. Something like..." With another nose wiggle, Kyle moobs would suddenly rise and expand, making up a new horizon line from Frits' perspective. He couldn't even see Kyle's belly anymore, only massive moobs.

"That's incredible..." Frits mumbled, completely in awe of seeing such control mix with those degrees of girth.

"I don't have a limit anymore." Kyle said, again with the air of pure certainty." I could literally outgrow the universe now. If I wanted to. But I have better things in mind." Kyle flicked both of his ears, as his moobs rose to a degree where they went from being a sloping field of bunny fuzz into their own huge towering mountain range. Frits couldn't even begin to compare himself to it. "And speaking of 'but'..." Frits turned around, immediately wondering what Kyle was going to do. His eyes were closed, his whole body shaking, but Frits couldn't see what was going on... for at least a few seconds. The blue bunny's ears dropped, stunned as he could just make out Kyle's enormous red rump filling his field of view, up over Kyle's head and over his cheeks...

"Instead of outgrowing the universe..." Kyle began, his voice booming loud enough to shatter the vaccum of space, as if it created its own atmosphere to vibrate across. "...I'm going to fill the entire thing. Make it all me. Everything will be me and nothing can stop me. All the planets and all the galaxies will be buried in my fuzz and fat. And the one thing that can make it better... is bringing you along for the ride." With that, Kyle wiggled his entire body, face, and ears. Frits' body would suddenly swell out, expanding in weight and girth. But it was nowhere near as fast as Kyle was growing. The red bunny vibrated intensely as planets and other cosmic objects were buried in his fat.

"This is going to be the big one."

Amazing little story down by  alterationartist featuring me and my bunny buddy  frits and artwork done by me on my iPad Pro.