Claire's already so huge thanks to Emma, but the smaller rabbit feels like something's missing...

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A birthday gift for  fawxen Hope you like it <3

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Emma stood in the bedroom, eyeing her handiwork with a wide, devious smile. Where her double bed used to be, there sat an enormous, globular pile of fluff, looking like someone had puffed a wolf up with water. Only instead of water, it was fat. Lots and lots of fat.

Claire was Emma's workmate, roommate, and girlfriend. She easily dwarfed the short but stacked rabbit as her enormous rump filled out a lot of the floor, covering the remains of the destroyed bed frame. Her enormous belly spilled out onto the floor before her, forcing her thunder thighs, dimpled calves and thick cankles outward. A pair of huge, deflated yoga balls served as her boobs, which oozed onto the shelf of her belly. She had no neck to speak of, only a collection of thick chins and a pair of wobbling jowls giving her an involuntary squint.

And despite herself, the wide wolf only had one desire; to EAT. And Emma was more than happy to encourage her bad habits.

The ice cream maker had an ulterior motive to her chosen profession; to help raise the obesity epidemic by providing irresistible treats. But one day, she'd decided she wanted to speed up the process. Make her patrons fatter faster. She'd taken a chance and somehow managed to make a deal with some dark forces, in the form of a cat witch named Willow. It turned out this particular witch had a similar desire to see people softer and wider, so she was more than happy to help in her own way; she'd provided Emma with a special ice cream topping that was the most delicious, addictive and calorie-filled sauce ever devised. Claire was Emma's taste-tester for this topping, and it was an overwhelming success, as was apparent now.

"There you go, hon," cooed the rabbit, latching a feeding tube onto Claire's fat mouth. "Ready?"
The wolf muttered her confirmation, and Emma bit her lip as she slid back down the curvature of her gut. The other end of the tube was attached to a vat of chilled ice cream, and she turned on the vial to begin a steady pour into her girlfriend's awaiting maw. She could hear the muffled grunts and moans of pleasure as the lethargic lupine helped herself.

While the air was filled with Claire's sloppy slurping, Emma looked at herself in the mirror. She had quite a spherical body, thanks to her smaller height, resulting in quite a rump of her own. Her shirt and pants still fit, albeit snugly, unlike the totally naked Emma whose underwear recently snapped off after one bowl of triple-fudge strawberry swirl too many.

Emma hummed softly as she looked at herself, then back at the ever-chugging Claire. She couldn't quite put her finger on what, but something was missing. Her relationship was amazing, with all the feeding and touching she got to do, but something inside her was saying there could be more. Something to help both of them have even more fun. But what could it be...?

ding-a-ling~

Her flopped ears pricked up as she heard the storefront's bell ringing. A customer!
"I'll be back in a little bit, sweetie," she said, pressing a hand deep into Claire's gelatinous, already-cooling gut. "Don't go anywhere~"

She bounded downstairs, quite a feat for her even with her naturally powerful legs, and appeared behind the counter. "Heya, what can I get- oh!"
A tall, portly black cat woman stood at the other side, leaning onto the counter top which caused her generous chest to squash onto it. Lavender hair flowed down from beneath her pointy hat. Her mouth was curled into a knowing smirk.
"Oh, Willow!" Emma smiled in relief. "I was so caught up with work that I forgot we were out of the...special ingredient."
"I suppose you would call what you're doing upstairs 'work,'" Willow said, earning a surprised look from the rabbit. She waved her paw and with a flash of magical light, a box materialised on the counter. "There you go, a fresh batch~"
"Oh, you're a lifesaver," sighed Emma, grabbing the box. "This stuff's really going over well, so we're running low pretty quickly."
Willow's smirk grew as she eyed the rabbit. "Not as quickly as I'd expected~"
Emma tilted her head. "Huh?"
"You haven't tried it yourself, have you~?"
"Well, no. I know what it does to people, and it wouldn't be good for business if I started eating the product myself. Besides, I have a taste tester."
"Well still, what kind of confectioner doesn't try her own creations~?"

Emma tapped her buck teeth with a finger. The witch had a point, but still...

Though, when she went to argue another point, the cat had already vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
"I hate when she does that," huffed Emma.

She took the box into the back, to the large walk-in freezer. The shelves were lined with cartons upon cartons of ice cream, of all flavours. She looked up at them all, then down at the box in her paws. She'd sworn off trying the stuff so she could focus on selling it rather than eating it, but what Willow had said earlier had been making her think. She thought of how she'd stuffed Claire silly with this stuff, and how amazingly massive and attractive she'd become. Then she thought of her reflection, how tiny she was in comparison.

"Hmm, I wonder..."

She set the box down on a shelf and popped the lid open. Inside were neatly stacked vials of thick, purple liquid. She took one out and swirled the stuff around, staring at it. Did she dare? It would only be this once, and she'd only have a single vial. Just one wouldn't hurt, right? There'd be plenty left when she was done.

She grabbed a bowl and scoop off a shelf and took a carton of chocolate-strawberry ice cream from another, popping the lid open and filling a bowl with hefty mounds of frozen treat. Her hands shaking a little, she opened the vial and poured half its contents on top. She stared at it, mist flowing out of her mouth from her deep breath.

And she took a mouthful.

Her eyes widened. Her senses almost exploded with ecstasy as flavour shot through her mouth in a way she'd never experienced before. This stuff was amazing! How had she never tried it before?
She wanted more. No, she needed more. And so she ate more, and more, and more. Spoonful after spoonful disappeared into her mouth as she ate like she had been starving for weeks.

She frowned when her spoon clanked the bottom of the empty bowl, and remedied it by scooping more mounds of ice cream into it, followed by the rest of the vial. She went right back to eating like nothing happened.

The more she ate, the more she wanted. And unbeknownst to her, the special topping was already taking its other effect to her.

Her pants, already snug, were starting to stick into her from how her already generously-sized rump was ballooning even larger. Her thickening arms slowly bulged more and more out from beneath her shirt sleeves, and her belly billowed out from beneath the hem. Her cheeks stayed puffed out despite swallowing the mouthfuls of ice cream, and her double chin drooped an inch further.

But still she ate, and ate, and ate.

Stitches and seams in her pants and shirt creaked, then began to rip. Slivers of rabbit blubber bulged from the gaps as they grew inch by inch. Rolls grew on her limbs and sagged down, over her knees and elbows, as well as her wrists and ankles. Her body slowly lost its spherical shape as it grew fatter and wider, like a slowly deflating yoga ball. Her cheeks sagged down like jowls, and her backside was an inch or so away from touching the floor. Her bra grew tighter as it filled with more and more chest fat, its straps sticking into her softening back rolls and thickening shoulders.

Another empty bowl. She refilled it and grabbed a full vial.

The seams of her pants kept ripping, and the bulges of fat grew along with her. Her bra groaned from the increasing pressure. Her cheeks began creeping up in her peripheral vision as he developed an involuntary squint. Creaks and rips sounded beneath her as her shirt gave up trying to hide her bulbous belly and flabby bingo wings.

The tub was empty. She tossed it away and grabbed another, not bothering with the bowl this time. She poured the sauce right inside the carton and stuck her face inside.

Loud rips sounded behind her as her pants were reduced to shreds. Her backside was the size of a couch and fully touching the ground, and her cankles quickly followed suit. Her paws grew plumper and more useless as her fingers began to develop creases of blubber while being sucked into her wrists.
Her belly soon touched the floor beneath her, and with a collection of loud snaps, the straps of her bra surrendered and her cups fell, allowing her ballooning breasts to ooze out onto the shelf of her gut. Her bottom lip slowly swelled, as if all the fat piling into her body was running out of space everywhere else.

Another empty tub and vial. More. The next ones came out. And then the next. And the next...

some time later...

Claire was softly woken from her nap by a series of loud stomps and struggling grunts from a familiar voice. She tried to call out, but the empty tube was still strapped to her fattened face, and even then she could barely muster enough breath to raise her voice that much anymore.
But she soon got her answer, and what an answer it was.

With some effort, Emma squeezed her enormous hips through the door. She was less a bunny and more a blimp now, with an enormous ass that touched the ground as she slowly hauled it closer, as did her cankles and belly. Her arms stuck out to her side, too wide and heavy to lift, and her plumped-up paws were nearly completely sucked into her thick wrists. Her facial features were almost totally obscured by a swollen bottom lip, a pair of saggy jowls and a stack of tire-like chins, only showing her twitchy nose and a glimpse of her eyes. And Claire was almost certain it was her imagination, but even Emma's ears looked fatter too.

"S-sorry I'm late," Emma huffed, her voice husky and strained from so much effort and lard pressed on her. "N-new deliveries...quality check...oof..."

She couldn't hear Claire speaking, but her almost-room filling belly spoke for her with a floor-shaking rumble that sent both gluttonous girls jiggling all over.

"I-I know, hon," gasped Emma, and lumbered toward the ice cream vat, "lemme just...unh...?"

The huge vat, which she was sure would be empty by now, seemed to be totally refilled. And not only that, it looked like the special topping was mixed inside. Even stranger, there was a second tube that Emma was sure wasn't there before. What in the world...?

Her thundering gut demanded she not question it, and so she didn't. Big girls had to eat, after all. And so, she grabbed the free tube and somehow hauled herself up the soft, warm front of Claire's mountainous belly, settling herself between the wide wolf's pillowy breasts and strapping in the tube.

The vat turned itself on and both large ladies chugged to their strained hearts' content. And Emma was almost sure she saw someone leaving the room before she closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy. She thought nothing else of it.

She only thought that her hunch was correct. Being an enormous blob like Claire made cuddling together so much sweeter.