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artfulreggie into either a blimp or a couch, so of course I had to write about both! Involves some orange inflation and the implication of plentiful future gains for a certain fox :3
Reggie's fortune cookie comes true as he finds himself swelling into an orange while his friend August considers his potential as a future couch...
From Fox to Orange to Couch
By: IndigoRho
The ringing of the doorbell caused two sets of ears to twitch and flick in excitement. As host, August was the first to rise off the couch, the hefty gray lion’s belly jiggling some as he did. His friend—the even heftier fox Reggie—took a moment longer, a rumbling stomach providing ample motivation to move his ample behind.
Barely a year earlier August had been slim. Then Reggie’s eating habits had rubbed off on him. Larger meals, more frequent snacks, and sedentary hangouts had caused the lion’s weight to balloon. Reggie had been more than eager to encourage his friend’s gluttony, all but ensuring August was well on his way to eventually surpassing him in size.
As the front door swung open a mouse in a delivery uniform cowered faintly, staring at the hungry lion and fox looming over him. He quickly passed them the multiple bags of carryout and accepted his generous tip before fleeing.
August and Reggie waddled over to the table and unpacked their feast, enough Chinese takeout to feed a whole party. Between the two of them they’d still likely be hungering for dessert afterward.
“It all smells so good!” August said, practically starving. “I don’t even know what I want to try first.”
“Well I certainly do.” Reggie dug around in a bag and pulled out a fortune cookie from amongst a pile. Clearly the restaurant had assumed more than two people were behind the order.
August shook his head. “Oh those are always just random, what’s the point?”
“It’s tradition! And I don’t know about you, but mine are always very accurate,” Reggie said, cracking open the cookie and reading off the fortune within. “A bright and swell future awaits you.”
“Definitely not generic,” August laughed, but decided to grab a fortune cookie for himself anyway. “Always keep your friends close. Does that really count as a fortune?”
Reggie, though, was already busy piling his plate high with orange chicken, prompting August to load up his own so he didn’t miss out on anything. The eating began in earnest.
Plates were emptied, refilled, and emptied again. The pair were both more than capable of decimating food, never slowing down as they worked their way through the feast. Drinks were guzzled just as swiftly. Reggie had shown particularly fondness for a discounted two liter of orange soda that had come with the meal, much to August’s amusement.
“Orange chicken, orange soda...Reggie at this rate you’re bound to turn into an orange yourself!” The lion snickered.
Reggie frowned briefly before grinning wide. “Not before you end up as a rice ball!”
Attentions soon returned to eating, and neither noticed at first when Reggie’s fur began to take on an orange hue. The more orange chicken he ate and orange soda he drank, the oranger he got. It wasn’t until August reached for an egg roll that he realized something was very, very odd about his friend.
“Uh, Reggie, you feeling alright?”
The fox leaned back, patting his belly as the last of the orange chicken was devoured. “Yeah, aside from still being hungry. We gonna finally bust out those pies I spied in the fridge earlier? I’ve got a hankering for the blueberry one.”
August checked his paw just to make sure it hadn’t changed color, then stared back at Reggie. “I think you might be having a reaction to the orange, um, everything.”
“Trust me, I’ve eaten plenty of orange chicken before and it’s never—” Reggie quieted as he finally glimpsed his paw and realized what August had been talking about. He nearly fell out of his chair in surprise as he checked himself all over.
All of a sudden there was a muffled gurgle from Reggie’s stomach, and the fox began to swell. He frantically pushed his paws down on his ballooning belly, which prompted sloshes but did nothing to slow his inexplicable expansion.
“Whoa, are you inflating, is it an allergy?” August said as he stood up, more curious than worried.
“No, it’s liquid!” Reggie wiggled out of his chair before he ended up stuck in it. His middle already resembled an oversized beach ball, and he swore his sides were swelling as well.
As August joined him he couldn’t help but poke the fox’s middle, which was far tauter than usual but still somewhat soft. “Huh, you really are becoming an orange. I guess it’s not just gum that makes you round, eh?”
“This isn’t funny, what if I don’t stop swelling! What if I pop!” Reggie was getting bigger and bigger by the second, stumbling away from the table so his round belly wouldn’t expand into it.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll be fine, people turn into blueberries all the time and don’t burst, so why should becoming a big, sloshing orange be any different?” August was still prodding his friend, amazed at how swiftly he was expanding.
August’s words did little to ease Reggie’s concerns. He found himself acutely aware of just how many sharp corners were around him, how many pointy decoration and fixtures. His body had blimped outward so much that he could barely waddle around, but he did his best to put move some place open.
Reggie’s limbs and face had puffed up, the fox taking on a more and more spherical shape. His friend’s pokes had gotten more frequent, more teasing, and it was clear to him that August wasn’t very interested in finding a way to stop the swelling. Had the source of his transformation not come from outside food he would have suspected the lion was purposely turning him into an orange.
“I think there’s a number you can call to get juiced, we should give them a ring now!” Reggie insisted as he felt his head slowly start to sink into his body.
Waddling had become impossible, and even wobbling seemed to cause mini spikes in his internal pressure. Despite his efforts there simply wasn’t enough space for a massive orange to grow. Reggie felt his taut sides pressing up against the couch, a table, a chair. His imagination conjured images of wood splinters or loose nails, all sorts of terrible things just waiting for their chance to try and turn him into a helpless pin cushion. They never manifested, thankfully, though there was still plenty to leave the orange blimp of a fox nervous.
“I don’t know Reggie, this is kind of fun. You were already big, but now you’re immense! You’re like one of those huge ad balloons they float above a store during a sale,” August said excitedly, overly fascinated with causing his round friend to rock and wobble. “I guess the fortune cookie was right: your future’s already bright and swell!”
Reggie’s face was flush red, the fox’s gaze trying to keep up with his mischievous friend as he was circled. The swelling had stopped, but now he was stuck as a juice-filled sphere, completely at the mercy of August. He hoped the lion wouldn’t delay in getting him help too long.
“R-Real funny, now what about getting me juiced?”
“Getting you juiced would be hassle, though,” August mused aloud. “I’d have to make the call, and then there’d be the wait for a professional to show up since you’re too wide to fit through my front door. Lots of time spent getting hoses dragged up the stairs so they can connect you to an industrial pump. Really noisy, too, I bet.”
“But if I’m not juiced in time it could become permanent!” Reggie insisted. “I can’t be an orange forever, always having my sides prodded and squeezed while people tell me I’m getting ripe!”
The same scenario that made Reggie sweat made August grin. “Now as delightful as that sounds, there are ways to return to normal without getting juiced. Heck, I think I’ve got some medicine in the bathroom that clears that juice production right up! Then all the juice already filling ya just needs to digest away.”
A brief moment of relief came over Reggie before he realized a rather significant problem with the method. “Wait—digest? But juice is packed with calories, I’d end up gaining so much weight!”
“I mean it’d only be a few dozen pounds, not even enough to immobilize ya~” August teased, giving his friend a small nudge. “That’s why I’m thinking I’ll let ya spend a relaxing month as an orange so you can properly plump up instead. Just imagine, by the time all that juice is gone you’ll be the same size but full of blubber! The perfect couch for my living room.”
“Couch!?” Reggie’s wiggling intensified, but didn’t get him any further away from August. “That’s even worse than being an orange!”
“Is it?” August asked. “You’d get to laze around all day and hang out with friends, plus you’d be fed plenty of snacks to keep that fluff nice and soft. There’s plenty of seating, especially for all the smaller friends we’ve got. They’ll practically sink into you!”
August wasn’t making the prospect of becoming a living fox couch sound appealing to Reggie at all. “I, I bet a regular couch would be cheaper in the long run, think of how much it’d cost to keep me fed!”
“Now, now, donuts and pizza aren’t that expensive, and I can be pretty thrifty with bulk orders and coupon deals!” August said. “It’ll all be worth it once I can lean back and relax on that memory foam middle of yours. Besides, big guy, my fortune cookie told me to keep my friends close!”
As August laughed with glee, Reggie concluded his friend probably wasn’t just playing around. He saw himself hogging up the living room in front of the television, overloaded with friends depositing donuts into his maw like an admission fee. With that kind of diet slimming down would be utterly impossible. If anything he might just end up getting bigger and bigger and bigger as August decided there needed to be more couch space.
All the massive fox could do was gulp and blush...and fatten...
artfulreggie into either a blimp or a couch, so of course I had to write about both! Involves some orange inflation and the implication of plentiful future gains for a certain fox :3Reggie's fortune cookie comes true as he finds himself swelling into an orange while his friend August considers his potential as a future couch...
From Fox to Orange to Couch
By: IndigoRho
The ringing of the doorbell caused two sets of ears to twitch and flick in excitement. As host, August was the first to rise off the couch, the hefty gray lion’s belly jiggling some as he did. His friend—the even heftier fox Reggie—took a moment longer, a rumbling stomach providing ample motivation to move his ample behind.
Barely a year earlier August had been slim. Then Reggie’s eating habits had rubbed off on him. Larger meals, more frequent snacks, and sedentary hangouts had caused the lion’s weight to balloon. Reggie had been more than eager to encourage his friend’s gluttony, all but ensuring August was well on his way to eventually surpassing him in size.
As the front door swung open a mouse in a delivery uniform cowered faintly, staring at the hungry lion and fox looming over him. He quickly passed them the multiple bags of carryout and accepted his generous tip before fleeing.
August and Reggie waddled over to the table and unpacked their feast, enough Chinese takeout to feed a whole party. Between the two of them they’d still likely be hungering for dessert afterward.
“It all smells so good!” August said, practically starving. “I don’t even know what I want to try first.”
“Well I certainly do.” Reggie dug around in a bag and pulled out a fortune cookie from amongst a pile. Clearly the restaurant had assumed more than two people were behind the order.
August shook his head. “Oh those are always just random, what’s the point?”
“It’s tradition! And I don’t know about you, but mine are always very accurate,” Reggie said, cracking open the cookie and reading off the fortune within. “A bright and swell future awaits you.”
“Definitely not generic,” August laughed, but decided to grab a fortune cookie for himself anyway. “Always keep your friends close. Does that really count as a fortune?”
Reggie, though, was already busy piling his plate high with orange chicken, prompting August to load up his own so he didn’t miss out on anything. The eating began in earnest.
Plates were emptied, refilled, and emptied again. The pair were both more than capable of decimating food, never slowing down as they worked their way through the feast. Drinks were guzzled just as swiftly. Reggie had shown particularly fondness for a discounted two liter of orange soda that had come with the meal, much to August’s amusement.
“Orange chicken, orange soda...Reggie at this rate you’re bound to turn into an orange yourself!” The lion snickered.
Reggie frowned briefly before grinning wide. “Not before you end up as a rice ball!”
Attentions soon returned to eating, and neither noticed at first when Reggie’s fur began to take on an orange hue. The more orange chicken he ate and orange soda he drank, the oranger he got. It wasn’t until August reached for an egg roll that he realized something was very, very odd about his friend.
“Uh, Reggie, you feeling alright?”
The fox leaned back, patting his belly as the last of the orange chicken was devoured. “Yeah, aside from still being hungry. We gonna finally bust out those pies I spied in the fridge earlier? I’ve got a hankering for the blueberry one.”
August checked his paw just to make sure it hadn’t changed color, then stared back at Reggie. “I think you might be having a reaction to the orange, um, everything.”
“Trust me, I’ve eaten plenty of orange chicken before and it’s never—” Reggie quieted as he finally glimpsed his paw and realized what August had been talking about. He nearly fell out of his chair in surprise as he checked himself all over.
All of a sudden there was a muffled gurgle from Reggie’s stomach, and the fox began to swell. He frantically pushed his paws down on his ballooning belly, which prompted sloshes but did nothing to slow his inexplicable expansion.
“Whoa, are you inflating, is it an allergy?” August said as he stood up, more curious than worried.
“No, it’s liquid!” Reggie wiggled out of his chair before he ended up stuck in it. His middle already resembled an oversized beach ball, and he swore his sides were swelling as well.
As August joined him he couldn’t help but poke the fox’s middle, which was far tauter than usual but still somewhat soft. “Huh, you really are becoming an orange. I guess it’s not just gum that makes you round, eh?”
“This isn’t funny, what if I don’t stop swelling! What if I pop!” Reggie was getting bigger and bigger by the second, stumbling away from the table so his round belly wouldn’t expand into it.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll be fine, people turn into blueberries all the time and don’t burst, so why should becoming a big, sloshing orange be any different?” August was still prodding his friend, amazed at how swiftly he was expanding.
August’s words did little to ease Reggie’s concerns. He found himself acutely aware of just how many sharp corners were around him, how many pointy decoration and fixtures. His body had blimped outward so much that he could barely waddle around, but he did his best to put move some place open.
Reggie’s limbs and face had puffed up, the fox taking on a more and more spherical shape. His friend’s pokes had gotten more frequent, more teasing, and it was clear to him that August wasn’t very interested in finding a way to stop the swelling. Had the source of his transformation not come from outside food he would have suspected the lion was purposely turning him into an orange.
“I think there’s a number you can call to get juiced, we should give them a ring now!” Reggie insisted as he felt his head slowly start to sink into his body.
Waddling had become impossible, and even wobbling seemed to cause mini spikes in his internal pressure. Despite his efforts there simply wasn’t enough space for a massive orange to grow. Reggie felt his taut sides pressing up against the couch, a table, a chair. His imagination conjured images of wood splinters or loose nails, all sorts of terrible things just waiting for their chance to try and turn him into a helpless pin cushion. They never manifested, thankfully, though there was still plenty to leave the orange blimp of a fox nervous.
“I don’t know Reggie, this is kind of fun. You were already big, but now you’re immense! You’re like one of those huge ad balloons they float above a store during a sale,” August said excitedly, overly fascinated with causing his round friend to rock and wobble. “I guess the fortune cookie was right: your future’s already bright and swell!”
Reggie’s face was flush red, the fox’s gaze trying to keep up with his mischievous friend as he was circled. The swelling had stopped, but now he was stuck as a juice-filled sphere, completely at the mercy of August. He hoped the lion wouldn’t delay in getting him help too long.
“R-Real funny, now what about getting me juiced?”
“Getting you juiced would be hassle, though,” August mused aloud. “I’d have to make the call, and then there’d be the wait for a professional to show up since you’re too wide to fit through my front door. Lots of time spent getting hoses dragged up the stairs so they can connect you to an industrial pump. Really noisy, too, I bet.”
“But if I’m not juiced in time it could become permanent!” Reggie insisted. “I can’t be an orange forever, always having my sides prodded and squeezed while people tell me I’m getting ripe!”
The same scenario that made Reggie sweat made August grin. “Now as delightful as that sounds, there are ways to return to normal without getting juiced. Heck, I think I’ve got some medicine in the bathroom that clears that juice production right up! Then all the juice already filling ya just needs to digest away.”
A brief moment of relief came over Reggie before he realized a rather significant problem with the method. “Wait—digest? But juice is packed with calories, I’d end up gaining so much weight!”
“I mean it’d only be a few dozen pounds, not even enough to immobilize ya~” August teased, giving his friend a small nudge. “That’s why I’m thinking I’ll let ya spend a relaxing month as an orange so you can properly plump up instead. Just imagine, by the time all that juice is gone you’ll be the same size but full of blubber! The perfect couch for my living room.”
“Couch!?” Reggie’s wiggling intensified, but didn’t get him any further away from August. “That’s even worse than being an orange!”
“Is it?” August asked. “You’d get to laze around all day and hang out with friends, plus you’d be fed plenty of snacks to keep that fluff nice and soft. There’s plenty of seating, especially for all the smaller friends we’ve got. They’ll practically sink into you!”
August wasn’t making the prospect of becoming a living fox couch sound appealing to Reggie at all. “I, I bet a regular couch would be cheaper in the long run, think of how much it’d cost to keep me fed!”
“Now, now, donuts and pizza aren’t that expensive, and I can be pretty thrifty with bulk orders and coupon deals!” August said. “It’ll all be worth it once I can lean back and relax on that memory foam middle of yours. Besides, big guy, my fortune cookie told me to keep my friends close!”
As August laughed with glee, Reggie concluded his friend probably wasn’t just playing around. He saw himself hogging up the living room in front of the television, overloaded with friends depositing donuts into his maw like an admission fee. With that kind of diet slimming down would be utterly impossible. If anything he might just end up getting bigger and bigger and bigger as August decided there needed to be more couch space.
All the massive fox could do was gulp and blush...and fatten...
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