Six stories of six different furs encountering six different weight gain/inflation scenarios. These were a handful of warm-ups I did for a number of people on the Fatfurs Discord Server to prep for a big story commission I'm working on soon. I'll link them all for each story.

All stories were written by lokoko

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Larg-o's Stuffing House; for stuffmybelly.

Duane energetically pushed open the doors of the buffet with both his wings, a smile cracking open on the rooster's beak. It was time again for yet another month's trip to "Larg-o's Stuffing House", a local restaurant and his favorite place to eat when he went out. He liked to spend his money's worth when stepping into an all-you-can-eat buffet, always looking for the most filling and tasty items he could grab and stuff down his throat. However, this time, as he approached the greeting desk, his mind was stuck on more than just eating; this time, he was going to push his limit. His stomach let out an impatient groan, leading to Duane to rub it lovingly. "Don't worry big guy, we're gonna feed you REAL nice tonight."

As he was brought to his table, Duane wasted no time heading over to the food trays. He carelessly piled up his plate with whatever he could balance on his wings, bringing back five large platters of feet-high edibles, such as pizza, corn, mashed potatoes, sausage, steak, green beans, and of course an extra sixth plate of sweets. He wasted no time sitting down, digging in the moment his rump touched the seat. He greedily began shoving food into his beak, chewing just a few times before swallowing to make room for more food. He tossed back bread rolls and drank up gravy and shoveled peas down his gullet; the slob-like nature created small piles of food bits to form around his expanding stomach, not to mention the countless juices running down the side of his face and staining his shirt.

When he finally, unfortunately, found the last plate clean, he sat back with a satisfied burp. "Boy, you really pushed your limit this time big guy," he teased his gut, rubbing it tenderly. He had bloated out quite extensively, his belly at least three times the size of when he first entered. His thighs had bulked up with weight as well, giving the rooster a large, plush amount of extra flab to hold his gut back from falling off the booth. His arms joined the fate of his legs, growing as thick as his neck, if not bigger; the displaced cellulite pushed back against his neck and caused his inflated cheeks to sag outwards. The rooster marveled over his work, rubbing his love handles tenderly as he let out another burp. "Oh boy, that sure let up some room... hmm..." He licked his beak subconsciously. "I'm feeling hungry again."

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Unconvincing Gains; for Tall_Lucario

Bruce is a name you'd normally hear when you think of strong, muscular men. Well, Bruce Rovano was one of those people. Emphasis on WAS. He used to love his strong build, making every day he wasn't around friends or work a gym day. He was a bit of a meat head, focusing on brawn over brains. Though ironically, that's what sort of lead to his body's downfall.

His transition from meat-head to lard ball started innocently enough. He tried going for a bulking season, consuming tons of calories, more than his average intake. But he wasn't exactly aware that it meant he had to work out more as well. Then it became advertisements for fast food, which originally he hated, though maybe just one meal wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's a two-for-one deal. And then his friends caught on, unfortunately before he did. They teased him at first, leading him to blushingly deny their accusations that he'd grown overweight. It was just water weight! Not like they were helping, since they decided to fuel his change for their own amusement.

It only hit Bruce that he was becoming fat when he woke up one morning. Dragging, or rather rolling, himself out of bed, he waddled over to his dresser, and that's when his eyes caught sight of what he was now. His abs were now replaced with a large, sagging gut. His arms were at least a third of the size of his chest, and his legs were double that, with his blubber but sticking out awkwardly behind him. He couldn't believe his new size, his chubby cheeks parting with shock. Yet, for some reason, he kinda liked it. It wasn't ideal, but maybe he could work it out. Besides, he couldn't really be out of shape, this was just part of the routine. He flexed his arm, watching how the flab bunched together between his bicep and forearm. Heh, he still got it. But now was not the time to think about weight, now was time for breakfast. And a dozen egg omlet with a tall glass of whole milk was sounding quite nice.

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Blueberry Rain; for Schizofoxy

Araskes was out and about one day for a casual stroll. People passed by on the streets around him, focused on a myriad of tasks other than him. He seemed to be contempt with that, moving out to a rather open spot to avoid the crowds. Suddenly, his attention was drawn away from the ground as a rumble of thunder roared from above. As he looked up a drop of liquid fell onto his nose, though for some reason it was different from regular rain. He picked it up, noting the distinct dark blue color and sweet scent. "Is this... blueberry juice?" He asked to himself.

Suddenly, with eyes widening, he felt his body begin to shake. The juice, or rather the color of it, began trailing down his body, flooding over him from his head down to his feet. More liquid began pouring out of the sky, getting other people wet, who also looked up in confusion. As he was finally drenched in blue, Araskes felt the shaking suddenly turn into pulsations, as his body began to morph and shift. He was growing, changing. No, he was fattening up, right before his eyes!

The inflation was quick, filling his body evenly out within minutes. His bloating body, filling with juices, began stretching out his clothes, noises of fabric tearing were audible as he grew. As his clothes finally gave way, the sudden shockwave sent him falling forwards, right on top of his barrel of a stomach. He tried to rise back up, but couldn't budge himself, feeling juice sloshing around inside of him violently, causing his growing rolls and flab to bulge out in random directions. Everyone else on the street also seemed to be facing the same issue, bloating up from the middle outwards and collapsing into a giant blue mass of liquid and clothing shreds. Araskes could feel himself still growing, like the "rain" was now collecting itself inside his water-balloon body. He could only wonder just how much longer this rain would go on for, but as he heard another rumble of thunder from above, he gulped knowing much more was to come.

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Goddess of Gluttony; for Gluttony

It was The Age of End, a time for all gods, deities, and other creators when their universe had reached its limit and was on a decline. These things were inevitable, but not entirely detrimental, as the gods knew well how to handle disposal in order to recreate a new universe. As they gathered together for the 'th time, they all discussed a multitude of possibilities. From a black hole to a supernova, many ideas were passed around. However, one of the newer deities spoke out about a different concept the group had never thought about: Creating a giant, hungry beast with an insatiable hunger that would consume everything. It sounded so bizarre at first, but when they realized that this would mean the destroyed material would be much easier to collect, they decided to go on board with it. And so, combining their powers they designed their creation, soon creating a being known only as Miluina Luna, an enormous fox-like humanoid with chimera aspects, be it from the mystical tattoo symbols to the draconian features; Luna sure was massive, reaching the size of three galaxies within the instance she was created.

Upon being conceived, Luna began consumption without hesitation. She was surely ravenous, consuming anything that came in distance of her celestial maw. She downed countless galaxies in simple licks or swallows. She scarfed down stars like apples, ate meteor groups like pop rocks, and tossed back comets like bread rolls. Nothing could stand in the way of her powerful, uncontrollable, carnal energy that ingested every inch of matter without mercy. Even black holes were no problem, being swallowed whole and thus giving her ease in consuming even more. She was a goddess of gluttony, an idol of ingestion, a demolisher of deliciousness, and she did it all without so much as a flinch, either from her mind or her stomach.

When she finally finished, when the last system had been chomped and the last star slurped up, she sat back with a contempt sigh, bathing in the glow of her massive form. She was nearly a hundred times the original size she began with. Her belly had bloated with gas from the countless stars she downed. Her thighs were just as big, bloating out like the energy of a thousand nuclear fusions. Her breasts were not that far behind, swollen up like the dark matter that once surrounded her. She was truly, utterly, undeniably the pinnacle of a beast of destruction, and she wore that title with gluttonous. The gods cheered at their success, teleporting Luna back to their domain in order to analyze the results up close. She sure was massive, much more than they had anticipated her ending up as. The gods shared praise to one another, especially to the one who had given this idea. Now they could begin anew. But just as that thought crossed their mind, they stopped in fear as they watched Luna descend her head towards them. She still felt quite hungry, ready for more, and they looked like the perfect dessert. She ignored their cries and pleas as she opened her mouth wide, and with a single CHOMP ate them all. And then, she was alone. Fat, happy, and alone.

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Instructions Unclear; for Chubbyborb

It was quite the shocker for Bluebell when he woke up this morning. Left on his spell table was a large book and a note. With the spirals and symbols giving no indication as to what the book was even about, the deer referred to the note. "Dear Bluebell, congratulations my apprentice! You have finally reached the age where the mortal realm dictates you as an adult. It is with my pleasure I give to you this special spellbook, passed down for generations from wizard to wizard. It is ancient in text, though I'm sure being under my tutelage, you will have no problem reading the words. Hope this will lead to many great things for your future. Sincerely, Master K." Bluebell was surprised, to say the least. An ancient spellbook, and all for him to use?! He was ecstatic!

That was until he opened the book. His demeanor dropped to disappointment upon realizing he couldn't read anything. Everything was complete gibberish to his eyes. "Ugh, I can't make out any of this stuff. What does it even say?" Bluebell impatiently flipped through the pages, trying to find something in English, but to no avail. "Why did I have to sleep through the language sessions? I mean, this stuff looks doesn't even look legible. Ad... adi... pem... meum..." Bluebell struggled to read one of the parts of text. "Adipem Meum. What does that me-" All of the sudden, a spark of light struck the atmosphere, catching Bluebell of guard. He dropped the spellbook in surprise, turning then to pick it up, before standing back as he felt his body shift. Suddenly, his body began to inflate. He was surprised but tried to keep his calm as he reached back for the spellbook. As he did, he pants made an audible tearing noise, painting his face red with blush.

He flipped through nervously, trying to find a reverse. "Come on, come on!" He spoke with fear, trying to look for something. But as he was flipping, he suddenly felt his body lurch forwards, sending him meteoring to the ground with a wobbling THUD! Dazed from the fall, he scrambled to grab the book as he began swelling up with fat. But for some reason, it was nowhere to be seen. Even as he scanned the area that was slowly becoming more and more limited by his bloating body, he couldn't find it. That's when he realized: it was underneath him. He struggled to lift his body but couldn't muster the strength to push himself up. Attempt after attempt was a panting failure. He tried once more, and suddenly felt the ground hard to reach. But that was because his blubber body was lifting him up. He struggled to touch the ground, barely even able to scrape the floor, and losing that quickly. Soon, he was stuck on his stomach, increasing still with weight. He was truly at a loss for what to do, feeling his body wobble with every sudden increase in weight. As he watched his neck fat begin to engulf around his face, and feel his limbs meeting the same fate, he could only wonder: what would happen if his master found him like this?

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Pizza Makes Things Great; for ROACH3467

Ally was waiting impatiently as she sat on the living room couch. The cat’s large rump took up nearly two-thirds of the space there, but what was left kept reminding her of why she was waiting. Any moment now, her husband John would be back with dinner, and the feline knew that John was always good at bringing back great things for her to eat. Just where he was, or why he was taking forever, was a mystery to her. "Hey hon~" She was broken out of her trance as she shot her head to the side, noticing her fox hubby standing in the doorway. "John, you're back!" She jumped with excitement. "Where were you?"

"Just had to get something." John explained. "Wanna take a look?~" Before Ally could ask him what he meant, she was taken back by the sight John pulled into view. John balanced around fifteen large pizza boxes in his arms, placing them down in a stack on the coffee table in front of Ally. "You did not." Ally spoke with disbelief.

"Oh I did." John returned, opening up one of the boxes to let Ally take a look. The heavenly aroma wafted up to her nose, causing her to let out a euphoric moan. "Mmm, god, that smells amazing."

"I thought you'd say that, which is why I wanted to treat you tonight." John patted the boxes. "I'm gonna help you go past your limit. Let's see if we can't eat all these pizzas by the end of the night, what do you say?"

"Awww, John! You're the best!" She beamed with excitement.

"Why don't we save talking for later?" John picked up one of the slices from the top box, moving it to Ally's face. "Say 'AHH'."

It was quite the binge for Ally. Slice after slice came sliding into her mouth, the tastes of tomato sauce and hot cheese blending perfectly with the countless toppings that were added in. The cat kept herself occupied on only food, in order to eat as much as she possible could, other than the moment when John tried to be helpful by cleaning her up. She wasn't the most clean eater, the hunger in her stomach overshadowing the mess she was making on her clothes. She even at one point gave up even trying to eat slice by slice, and just picked up the next box to shove in what she could. At first, John was worried she would choke, but seeing how she reacted his demeanor changed from worried to persuasive, practically forcing the next box into her hands while she was focused on the one she was already eating from.

When they reached the last box, Ally was panting. Her stomach was bulging out, a bit pained from the stretching of all the food inside her gut and causing her shirt to ride up to her chest and smother her breasts. She wasn’t sure if she could put anything else in there without bursting. But John was persistent, getting up onto her chest and waving the remaining slices in front of her face. “Come on babe, you’ve got this.”

“Urg…” She groaned, slowly eating the slice she was given. “John, I’m feeling too full. I don’t think I can do it.”

“Yes you can. I know you can.” John picked up one final slice and tossed the box away. “Here, the last slice. You’ve got this.” She shakily took it into her mouth, aided by John to chew it before swallowing with a gasp afterwards. “My gosh, honey, you actually did it. Fifteen boxes. That’s a record.”

“Heh, and all thanks to you.” She replied, purring as John kissed her on her cheek.

“So, how should we reward your success?” John inquired. “Any ideas? Belly massage? Bath? Maybe something… else~?”

“Hmm… What about some ice cream?” Ally returned.

“All you can think about is food.” John teased.

“You would have suggested it if I hadn’t.” Ally rebuttled.

“True, true.” John kissed Ally again. “Plus I already got a few tubs on my way back.”

“Want to go for Round Two?” Ally asked.

“You know it!” John agreed.