Emma calls upon some dark-ish forces to create the ultimate ice cream ingredient, and she needs a taste tester...

One from a while back of  fawxen 's characters Emma and Claire, because they need more love <3

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Emma had yet another glance at her phone. She looked at the floor and nodded. It looked ready.
She got off her knees and stepped back, taking a moment to think about what she was doing. As per the instructions on that weird website, she had drawn a magic circle in the kitchen floor, with frosting. A pretty basic one, but it looked just like the picture.

God, she thought, what am I doing?

Still, she had begun, so she may as well see it through. Besides, if it didn't work out, she could always just clean it up and buy more frosting.

She grabbed the bottle of strawberry sauce from the counter and held it over the circle, giving it a gentle squeeze and sending a single drop into the centre.
The frosting began glowing. Despite her scepticism, something was happening!
Inside the circle, steam began to swirl and rise up out of nowhere. It grew, getting thicker and reaching the ceiling in a tower, but stayed within the rim. The rabbit could only stare in awe, unable to believe what was happening before her eyes. Or to stop her mouth from watering at the warm smell of fresh baking filling the air.

The steam began to dissipate, and Emma could make out a figure in the circle, floating a few inches from the floor. Rather tall, with some curves. It was soon revealed to be a black cat woman. Plump, with a generously sized chest, wearing a dark robe and pointed hat that her long lavender-coloured hair flowed out of.
The cat witch floated from the circle and landed, a smirk aimed at Emma. "Are you the one who summoned, me, dear?"
"Y-yeah, I am," Emma muttered, "but I wasn't expecting it to actually work."
"Such is the appeal of magic," she said, leaning down to the shorter rabbit. "My name is Willow, darling. And you look like you're quite in need of my services~"
Emma's cheeks flushed red as she felt the cat's paws slide along her own plentiful hips. "O-oh, err, it's not for me exactly."
Willow's brows raised, but her eyelids remained low. Her smirk remained, suggesting intrigue. "Oh?"
Emma tapped her phone and brought up a photo, showing it to her. "It's for her."
Willow looked at the screen, and her tail swayed. "Oh my, it looks like you've done quite a good job already!"
"Well, y'know, bigger is better, right?"
Willow purred, her smirk growing more devious. "I like you already, dear~"
Emma chuckled, feeling a little more comfortable. "She really likes ice cream."
"In that case, I have just the thing," the witch purred, and reached into her robe. She pulled out a clear vial with a brown substance inside. "The perfect ice cream topper."
Emma took the vial and opened the lid, sniffing the contents. She raised an eyebrow. "Chocolate sauce?"
"My own recipe," Willow explained. "There's as much in there as you need, or want. Just pour it on top, and watch the fun~"

Emma couldn't help but feel excited. If she could actually summon a witch like the website said, this stuff was bound to work. She frowned at Willow quizzically. "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch, sweetie," the witch giggled, using a finger to rub Emma's soft chin. "Though if you ask me, you could use a little ice cream yourself~"
"Um, maybe," the rabbit murmured, smiling awkwardly and looking away. "I'm gonna try this out on her now."
Willow smirked and stood up, backing into the circle. The sweet-smelling steam rose back up. "I can't wait to see the results~"

And like that, she and the circle were gone, leaving Emma alone in the kitchen with the vial. She stared down at it, a devious smirk growing on her muzzle.

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The next day, Emma was behind the counter of her ice cream shop, fingers tapping on the top. She had just opened for the day, and she knew who she was waiting for took her time arriving, but she was still eager. Far too eager.

Her eyes lit up when she saw a familiar sight outside the window; a large mass of wobbling, grey fur slowly approaching the door, opening it up and squeezing inside. The huge round blob of a wolf had a smile on her fat face, chubby cheeks causing her to squint.

"Morning, Claire," Emma greeted, her fluffy tail flicking with excitement.
"Howdy, Emma," the wolf said, her voice chipper as always despite how husky it was. She wiped a flabby arm on her brow. "Phew, pretty darn hot out today. Good thing we're dealin' in ice cream!"
Emma nodded, trying to hide her smirk behind a grin. That was the perfect segue. "Speaking of which, I've been working on this new sauce and I wanna see what you think."
Claire's own eyes lit up, and her tongue slid across her muzzle. "Ya have? Y'all usually tell me when yer workin' on new stuff!"
"I wanted to keep this a surprise," Emma lied, and led her wide, wobbly workmate to the freezer in the back.
"Ah hope it's a good one," the wolf chuckled, rubbing her gelatinous dome of a belly as it grumbled in anticipation. "Ah'm feelin' hot and hungry!"
"Oh don't worry," Emma giggled, taking the vial from her pocket, "you'll like what I've got here."

The two passed the kitchen, Emma grabbing a bowl and spoon on her way to the large walk-in freezer. They always kept a large surplus of ice cream ready, in case of a summer rush or Claire getting cravings, which happened often.
Emma plopped some scoops of ice cream into the bowl and poured the chocolate sauce on top.
"I've been messing with this new recipe for chocolate sauce," Emma explained, holding the bowl up to Claire. "See what you think."
Claire eagerly took the bowl and spoon in her plump paws and took a hearty taste.

She froze, pupils dilating, nearly dropping the bowl. Emma bit her lip, starting to worry if she'd made a bad decision.
"Claire...?" she muttered, then jumped as Claire swiftly shovelled more and more spoonfuls into her face. In no time, she was pouring the remains into her mouth.
"Holy moly," she gasped, her tail wagging with glee, "y'all really outdid yerself this time, Emma! This stuff is great! Ah gotta have some more!"
Emma's doubts melted like warmed ice cream, and she took the bowl from Claire. "Lemme get you some more then~"

The rabbit spent minutes scooping more bowls of ice cream and pouring more sauce on them for Claire to 'test'. Claire kept happily cramming in as much as her mouth could fit. Brain freeze seemed to be nonexistent, so she could have more and more at once.
Her legs twitched when she noticed Claire's belly bounced a little larger. Then her backside, then her thighs. This stuff was outright fattening her up! The corners of Emma's mouth twitched into a smile. This truly was a dream coming true!

"So much comin' outta such a tiny bottle," the wolf said in wonder. "It's like it never runs out!"
"That's the thing," Emma giggled, handing her yet another bowl, "it doesn't run out!"

Her ear twitched as she heard the bell on the shop door jingle, and got irritated that customers were about to interrupt her fun. But, work was work.
"I'm gonna take care of the front," she said, handing Claire the vial. "Here, try as much as you want."
"Ooh, gladly!" Claire eagerly held the bottle, and waited till Emma had gone to the front.

The wolf, in blind gluttony, threw the lid away and began chugging straight from the vial itself!

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Emma sighed in relief, relaxing after a full half an hour of serving a burst of customers. She figured the coast was clear, at least long enough for her to check on Claire.
She returned to the back and opened the door to the freezer. "Claire, how're you doing in h-" she jumped back as some grey-furred flab pushed the door open and oozed out. She could only stare. "No way...!"
She climbed onto the gelatinous fluff, thinking of waterbeds as she ventured into the freezer.

The floor had been taken over by a sea of oversized, overfed wolf. Claire's flab had ballooned and expanded so much that her arms and legs, rolly and weighed down as they were, were pressed against the walls. Her paws had sunk into her wrist rolls and cankles, rendered useless. Empty tubs were littered all over the expanse of lupine lard.
The enormous mountain of belly in the centre rose and fall with slow breaths, and Emma could hear muffled snores. She ventured around to find a fat face squeezed into a tub of ice cream. On her pair-of-deflated-yoga-balls-like chest was the vial, droplets of sauce plopping on the ice cream-stained fur.

Emma's legs twitched in sheer excitement, and she crawled up to Claire's face to tug the tub off it. Her chubby, chocolate-covered cheeks and chins wobbled for seconds before settling. Her eyes were closed in peaceful slumber, after having eaten herself to sleep. Again.
The rabbit smirked and rubbed behind the wolf's pointed ear. "Good girl~"

She grabbed the vial and looked toward the storefront from the freezer door. After that successful test, she was going to have quite a bit of fun.