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Valerie and Jenny both have a passion for weight and being heavier, it seemed only natural that when Valerie wanted to gain weight, she come to Jenny. The dragoness couldn't guess what would happen next~

Including transformation, feeding, force feeding, BELCHES and immobility!

Commission for  cupcakeenthusiast

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With a mighty crack a fleeing goblin shaman went down, tumbling into the long grass.

“Hah! Got ‘em!” Triumphant, a blue skinned tiefling holstered her magic tome, lightning still crackling from between the pages.

“Did you catch her?” A purple and white scaled dragonborn brought up the rear, resting a massive battle hammer on one of her armour plated shoulders.

“Never worried,” the tiefling replied. She bent over the defeated goblin, inspecting her for a moment. “Though it seems a bit of a shame to have made enemies with goblins that have so much cake!”

In a comfortable looking living room, sitting on a comfortable - if threadbare looking couch, Valerie snorted. Valerie was a large, purple and white dragoness with a shaggy mane of cyan coloured hair that went from the top of her head, between large white horns, and ran down to the small of her back. She had the cutest freckles which stood out even more whenever she blushed, as she was doing now if only slightly.

“True - but have you seen the kobolds? I’m surprised they can fit through doors!” She snorted.

Sitting beside the large dragoness, though taking up a little less of the couch simply due to the dragon’s wide hips, a kitsune grinned back. She was covered head to toe in beige fur, with white patches around her paws, tummy and under her muzzle. She had long brown hair which she brushed gently away from her face with one hand, the other holding her controller.

“Yes! And their cute little tums, they are the most adorable. I don’t think I could fight them if I wanted to!” She replied with a musical laugh.

“Body goals.” They were just words that Valerie said. She didn’t really think about them. She said ‘goals’ or ‘body goals’ when she saw a character in a game or real life that looked like she wanted to. It wasn’t that Valerie didn’t like the way she looked, but she always thought she could use a little more weight and knowing she was in similar company with Jenny, the words simply came to her.

Yet, the conversation seemed to stop there, paused as Jenny fixed her with a level gaze. Neither of them was thin - Jenny had been a chubby thing since as long as Valerie had known her and, well, Valerie claimed it was her draconic heritage that left her looking portly but she’d be lying if she didn’t like how it felt to be soft.

“Well, why don’t we make it happen?” Jenny replied after a moment, a deep smile falling across her face. That smile was dangerous, Valerie thought. Accompanied with Jenny’s bright hazel eyes, it could be hard to tell whether she was looking at Valerie or right through to some deep part within. It wasn’t out of the question - she was a witch, after all. Clothed in a somewhat summer take on traditional witch’s garb she wore a long purple robe with the arms cut out, tied around her waist by a fabric band which came to a bow at the back.

“What do you mean?” Valerie’s blush returned. Just because Jenny looked like she could read her mind, didn’t mean Jenny could. She pushed the thought away.

“Well. You like being fat, I like being fat - chubby, really. You want to get bigger. I like the thought of you getting bigger. Why don’t you stay a while? Stay with me a week, I’ll get you those goals.” Jenny’s smile split into a grin, showing off those sharp vixen teeth of hers.

Valerie didn’t have to think about it for too long. She didn’t have anywhere else to be and a week gaining with a friend sounded like it would be honestly quite fun. She nodded and smiled.

“Okay, sure! Let’s do it!”

...

It was the first day of the week and Valerie was looking around her temporary room. She had never really been a dragon for clothes so that mostly left her with other essentials. Tooth brush, snacks, towels, things like that. Everything could be fit into two bags which sat now on a large, sturdy wooden bed with a comfortable looking mattress. Valerie’s new room was spacious, a living room in its own right with a big window showing the garden outside. It had its own heater, a big couch, a desk and a bookcase with a selection of books. While most of the books looked modern, some looked positively ancient. But if reading wasn’t something she wanted to do, Jenny had assured her access to all communal areas of course. There was the game console in the lounge room, the kitchen for preparing meals and if she wanted she was always welcome to help Jenny manage her store at the front of her house.

The kitsune ran a small potion store - nothing massive, she was easily able to fit every potion she was selling in the one room at the front of the house. It opened up during the day and she took customers, some interested in simple alchemical remedies for simple problems like back pain or headaches, while others came to her with more specific problems. She could cast spells too, Valerie was sure, but did most of her trade in potions which she brewed in the basement. How exactly that worked, Valerie wasn’t entirely sure, but then Magical Studies weren’t very common in the modern world.

A knock on the door pulled Valerie out of her thoughts. It was open and Jenny stood there with what looked like a small tin of purple paint in one hand.

“Hey Val,” Jenny stepped into the room. “Hope you’re enjoying the place, let me know if I can get you anything of course but - I thought we might get a start on your week.” She gestured to the can of purple paint - it wasn’t a purple paint can, not the sort one might buy at a hardware store. It was simply a tin that was filled with a deep purple liquid. “I wanted to cast a spell on you. Something that would boost your capacity and appetite.”

“Oh, sure!” Valerie figured this kind of thing would be in the cards. Jenny was a witch after all.

“Good! Just.. hold still.”

It turned out that it was paint in the can that Jenny was holding, though it smelled somewhat like herbs. With her free hand she dipped a finger into the sticky purple substance and started scrawling something on the scales of Valerie’s stomach. The liquid was cold and she had to stop herself from giggling as the paint coated digit glided across her sensitive tummy. A tongue poked out of the side of Jenny’s muzzle in concentration, not surprising Valerie since the rune she was drawing looked fairly complicated. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the dragon’s stomach was soft, easily jostled by even the slightest touch of Jenny’s finger. Not quite knowing what to do, Valerie steadied the sides of her stomach with her hands while Jenny finished her work. Seemingly done, Jenny stared intently at the rune and mumbled a few words in the Arcane tongue. The paint began to glow as though lit from within. The cool sensation of the paint on her stomach seemed to seep into her, spreading from her gut to the rest of her body for just a moment before the sensation was gone and the paint had faded to its usual hue.

“Ah, all done!” Jenny said, straightening up and producing a cloth to wipe her paws with. As though agreeing with the vixen, Valerie’s stomach rumbled loudly, a churning, gurgling noise that she felt almost shook the walls. Instantly Valerie blushed. Jenny simply patted Valerie’s stomach and said, “Looks like someone’s hungry. Don’t worry, I’ve prepared.”

As though summoned by those very words, the sound of squeaking cart wheels could be heard coming from down the hallway outside her room. Three gleaming metal trolleys piled with various pastries and desserts rolled their way into view, seemingly of their own volition. Valerie looked between the carts that were pressing into the room and the vixen whose grin stretched wide across her face.

“I know right, carts? I mean, I figured if we’re going to do this, we should do it traditional. Besides, you showed me that story - I simply had to go with carts.”

Valerie blushed bright red. She remembered showing Jenny a story she had written about a kobold being stuffed from carts until she was properly immobile, the two had enjoyed the idea a lot and now it looked like she was going to live it. “Well,” she mumbled quietly, “it seemed effective..”

Jenny simply laughed and grabbed the pastry nearest to her before pausing, “Ah, take a seat?”

The bed that had been provided to her creaked a little as Valerie eased her full weight onto it, but it held remarkably well. The craftsmanship must have been on another level - or perhaps it was magically reinforced. With self pushing trolleys appearing loaded with desserts Valerie could rule nothing out. Apparently satisfied, Jenny presented the pastry she was holding to the dragon. It was a blueberry danish with traces of icing dashed around the moist blueberry interior.

For all their talking and playing games, Valerie had never actually been fed before like this, at least not in this manner. She shyly opened her mouth, hesitating, usually quite happy to feed herself. The vixen simply fixed her with a grin and pushed the pastry right into her mouth, making sure every morsel of dough and icing and blueberry jam had made its way past her lips. The forcefulness of the feeding took Valerie by surprise, it wasn’t very characteristic of Jenny who was otherwise fairly careful and shy in her endeavours, but on the other hand the taste of the pastry was delicious and the rich flavour of it coated her tongue in moments. Valerie decided she didn’t mind a little forcefulness if it helped her experience the rich and varied flavours of the food she was being offered a little faster.

Jenny continued to feed her in this manner, waiting patiently until one pastry had been swallowed before quickly shoving the next one, whole, into the dragoness’ open mouth. One by one the donuts, eclairs and cupcakes that had been assembled, all glistening on their silver platters, started to disappear. It must have taken some time, though Valerie herself couldn’t say for sure how long. Every minute was full of new tastes, new cakes and pastries to chew and swallow. It was as relaxing as it was enticing and the two of them seemed to quickly fall into a rhythm. Without looking at a clock Valerie could tell some time had passed simply because Jenny had cleared off the top of the first trolley and started work on the second.

Another thing that soon became apparent was that the dragon was full. Her stomach had started to bulge out between her legs as she sat, growing slowly with every new mouthful, a tightness developing in her scales. It gurgled and sloshed loudly, registering its complaint along with a growing pain. Valerie opened her mouth to tell Jenny, but the vixen simply pushed another cupcake into it. Vexed, she chewed, swallowed and opened her mouth to speak again but the vixen was ready with another pastry. She shook her head and held her hands up, but it didn’t seem to matter. With every mouthful swallowed there was another dessert ready to take its place. Had she really wanted to, Valerie might have pushed Jenny away or else simply stopped swallowing but the vixen was only doing as she had been asked - helping Valerie gain weight.

Fullness became an aching, angry overstuffed feeling that filled the dragon’s core. Valerie could feel her stomach stretch with every bite now in painful detail. She felt like she’d been stuffed to absolute capacity, like her entire gut was now packed solid with food. A finger pushed into her side gently and she found an alarming firmness to it. Her breath was reduced to a faint gasp for air between chunks of food and she felt a little faint before finally, Jenny relented. The vixen looked proud of her accomplishment, dusting crumbs and icing from her paws before she reached out to gently rub the dragon’s stomach.

“Oh yes... definitely full.” She practically purred with satisfaction.

“I-I feel... maybe a little more than full...” The room was starting to spin, it was becoming hard to stay awake. Valerie felt like she was a stomach with a dragon attached, and that stomach was demanding most of her body’s attention. “I tried to tell you I was full.” She added, muffling a belch behind a closed fist.

“I figured you might have.” If Valerie had the strength and energy to be surprised by Jenny’s words, she would have been. “But,” the vixen continued, “overstuffing is an important step for you to grow bigger.”

That sounded right, she looked down. Valerie definitely looked bigger. Her gut pushed out maybe a foot more than it had before. She certainly felt bigger. She felt like she was about to burst. “Ah.” She managed, nodding, “Well... okay.”

...

The squeaking sound of trolley wheels had become quickly familiar to Valerie during her stay at Jenny’s house. This time they caught her as she inspected herself in the mirror. It had been a few days since she’d arrived and already she could see noticeable gains. For one thing she could only see the entirety of the rune that had been drawn across her stomach with the aid of the mirror - her stomach was much too big to look over without one. She couldn’t even wrap her arms all the way around it, she was getting so wide. But that wasn’t the only change that Valerie was looking for as she inspected the mirror somewhat critically. Was her nose getting flatter? Were her fingers getting a little more stubby? And she could swear that her tail was a little shorter than it had been when she arrived. Or was that a trick of the imagination? Perhaps it was just the mirror being weird. Warped glass or something. You never knew with old houses and furniture.

“Admiring my work?” Jenny asked as she stepped into the room. Valerie had let her know she didn’t have to knock as long as the door was open. The vixen looked resplendent as ever, her multiple tails coiling playfully behind her as the trolleys filed into the room.

“Just wondering... I mean it’s probably nothing,” Valerie started, looking from Jenny to the mirror, “does my tail look shorter to you?”

Jenny took a moment to bend over and inspect the dragon’s tail, a furred hand curled under her chin. “Mmm. No.” She said at last, looking up into the dragon’s face. She smiled. Valerie’s cheeks had pudged up a little too. “But if you’re concerned about potential side effects from my spell the other day, I wouldn’t be. Aside from the obvious,” she gestured to Valerie’s large stomach, the dragon blushed. “Aside from that, there shouldn’t be any other serious side effects.”

That soothed a little bit of anxiety in Valerie, she nodded and smiled before the two of them got down to what Jenny had come for. Once again the bed creaked beneath Valerie’s weight and once again she was enticed by the delicious meals that awaited her. Today’s menu consisted of various pizzas and pastas, each dripping with grease and looking as unhealthy as the next.

“Gaining weight must be easy if you can just conjure food whenever you want huh?” Valerie laughed at the thought. If she could conjure food when she wanted she’d probably be the size of a parade blimp by now.

Jenny, who had been beckoning one of the trolleys closer to the bed, suddenly paused. She chuckled to herself and replied, “ah, but there’s a price to be paid for that kind of magic.” Seeing the look on Valerie’s face, she shook her head and went on, “nothing serious, of course. And nothing I wasn’t happy to do, for you.”

With that, the feeding began. The pair had found a kind of harmony with practice - Jenny knew more or less exactly when Valerie was going to be done with a mouthful and with every day Valerie got a little faster at chewing and swallowing. The vixen herself seemed to control the pace, if anyone. Jenny was all too happy to push another slice of pizza in if Valerie was too slow to swallow the first, but the more she ate the less that happened. Once again the dragon started to swell outwards, holding the sides of her ballooning stomach with both hands as she was fed slice after slice, dish after dish. The taste of the food all sort of blended into one heavenly slurry that sat heavy in her gut as it pushed out. Sitting down, her stomach already pushed her legs apart and was now bulging outwards slowly towards the ground. She ate until she felt that familiar feeling of fullness begin to penetrate her, and then she ate some more. And more. Once again fullness became a painful tightness as her stomach ran out of room and the magically resilient organ began to stretch. She imagined she could feel it, the sensation of it stretching with every jolt of pain that arced across her growing gut. Valerie tried to sooth it as best she could by rubbing her stomach but that just made her want to belch.

By the time Jenny was done the dragoness was once again stuffed until her gut felt like a rock hard sphere, this time large enough that it pushed apart her knees and as she leaned forward, rested heavily on the floor. Valerie was panting, she clutched at her stomach, stuffed so tight she thought she was going to throw up. Frantically she motioned for Jenny that she was going to vomit, the vixen immediately went for a bin, but the moment she opened her mouth a massive belch came out instead. It was loud enough it felt like it was going to shake the walls. The *BWUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!* lasted several seconds and when it was over, she felt better.

...

Potions clinked in the basket that Valerie held, tucked under one arm. One of the things she liked to do as her own way of paying Jenny back for her hospitality was to help out around the front of the store - usually that meant restocking potions. Remedies for simple problems were the most common, back pain, migraines, but there were others too. Potions to clean teeth, potions to remove acne, potions to grow hair, that kind of thing. They all sold and they all had a place on the little wooden shelves to be restocked. The problem was, Valerie had been finding restocking a little difficult lately. She had been finding everything a little difficult.

Ten days had passed since Valerie came to stay with Jenny, that was three days past their agreed upon stay. Jenny had suggested Valerie stayed as long as she liked and the dragoness had agreed, its effects on her had certainly not gone unnoticed. When Valerie had walked on into Jenny’s home she had been a chubby creature, now she was so fat her massive stomach brushed the ground. She had to purposefully try to hold it aloft with both arms, grappling around her giant, blubbery gut. Though it wasn’t the only part of her to have grown, it was certainly the biggest. Her thighs had ballooned into massive ham hocks that hindered waddling and her ass extended out feet behind her. Perhaps the most shocking transformation though was that Valerie was barely recognisable as the dragon she had been. Not just because of her massive weight gain, but because she was simply not much of a dragon anymore. Her scales were gone, replaced by thick leathery skin, her tail had shrunk until she could barely see it with the aid of a mirror and her snout had formed into a large blunt hippo’s snout.

Valerie manoeuvred around Jenny’s store with great care, such was needed when she was almost as wide as she was tall. She made a great effort not to bump any of the shelves she was walking past with her massive, wobbling rear.

“That doesn’t go there.”

“Huh?” Valerie turned to face Jenny and the motion of her cauldron of a stomach impacted with a nearby shelf and sent it toppling to the floor. Potions of various shapes and colours shattered instantly, forming a noxious smelling puddle littered with shards of glass.

Jenny only laughed. Amazingly the vixen hadn’t gained a single pound in all the time she had been feeding Valerie. Beside the dragon she looked positively slender!

Valerie felt horrible about spilling the potions. Even as she waddled slowly away from the puddle she couldn’t help but feel miserable about all that wasted time and energy Jenny had gone through to make them. “I’m so sorry!” was what Valerie had meant to say, but when she opened her mouth another “UUUUUUUUUUURP!!” forced its way out. That was becoming more and more common these days, though whether it was a side effect of the magic Jenny used on her or simply her own growing gluttony, she wasn’t sure.

The vixen laughed again. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, seeming to have divined Valerie’s intentions. “But let’s close up store and get on out of here before that puddle of potions turns one of us into a horse or something. Not that you wouldn’t look good as a horse, but you already look so good as a hippo.”

Valerie had meant to bring that up with Jenny. Had her transformation been part of the witch’s magic? Certainly it couldn’t have been spontaneous. Was it temporary? She opened her mouth to ask but another “HUUUURP!” forced its way through, this one rattling potions on nearby shelves. Her stomach also sloshed loudly, grumbling and groaning hungrily.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry. Another feeding session then?” Jenny proposed as she flipped the sign on the front door to the ‘closed’ position.

“I -urp- I uh,” the dragoness fought against the encroaching belches, she could still talk if she had to, surely. “I think maybe I’m too big.” She managed before another “UUUUUURP!” pushed up her throat. “I probably should have stopped after the week we agreed upon, but then I just felt so hungry and the gaining was so much fun...” She felt big enough. She felt huge. She looked huge. She was lucky she could still walk and she could only barely do that. Not to mention she was a hippo now, which was another matter entirely. Getting out of bed this morning had taken ten minutes and she couldn’t even restock Jenny’s store without knocking down half the merchandise. Even though her stomach was growling hungrily Valerie had been resolved, her gain had to stop somewhere.

“Are you suuuure?” Jenny asked, a grin wide across her vulpine face. “I could conjure those donuts you liked the other day, the ones stuffed, oozing with jam?”

Valerie groaned. She had liked those donuts. She had loved them. Deliciously soft and fluffy, she herself had felt like a stuffed donut by the time Jenny had finished stuffing them all into her gut. She kneaded at her own stomach. She wanted to eat, she really did, and Jenny could see it written across her face. But her stomach now pressed into the ground and dragged across it whenever she moved. She had already gone way overboard from what she had initially planned.

“U-urp.. - no. I’m... I’m good. I-I’m already too -bwaaaarp- big. I can barely move.” Valerie managed the sentence, even if it were punctuated by uncontrollable belching.

A flicker of emotion slid over Jenny’s face before she shrugged and smiled. “Alright. Well you are deliciously big. How about just a regular sized meal then?”

Not wanting to risk another belch in her friend’s face, Valerie smiled and nodded.

Her witch friend led her on a slow, waddling trip through a house that seemed as though it had been built one size too small. Jenny waited patiently for Valerie on the other side of the various doors she had to squeeze through, huffing, panting, wheezing and belching, the hippo waddled along after as fast as she could. Which was not at all fast. After nearly ten minutes of slow waddling, wheezing and sweating, the pair made their way through one last door into a pleasant looking room that was definitely bigger on the inside than it had been on the outside. It was made largely of wood like the rest of the home but it had to be the size of a warehouse. Valerie looked around in awe, magic really was something else. There were the same comforts she had enjoyed in her own room, a bed, a sofa, bookshelves, but they were all pushed to the edges of the walls and looked far away. She couldn’t imagine living here, it would take half an hour to waddle from one side of the room to another - though Jenny could probably make the trip in a minute.

“Like the place?” Jenny appeared in front of Valerie, she must have walked around the dragon’s bulk while she was marvelling at the room. She didn’t wait for Valerie to respond, instead grinning and adding, “Good,” before pushing hard into the dragon’s gut.
For such a small vixen there was an incredible amount of force behind that push. Valerie let out a shocked yelp as she fell backwards - but not far. It was barely a moment before she felt herself land on her two great wobbling ass cheeks, her stomach coming to rest heavily on the ground in front of her and knocking the wind out of her lungs. “Wh-”, the sudden descent and increased pressure on her gut pushed another monumental “BWHUUUUUUUUUURP!!!” from the hippo’s snout, “what are you doing?”

“Oh come now,” the familiar squeaking of trolley wheels could be heard as Jenny walked towards Valerie and rested her hand on the hippo’s gut. “You knew I wasn’t about to let my prize hog just walk out, didn’t you?”

Several carts appeared from the doorway behind them, each loaded with trays of food that seemed to practically ooze grease. Burgers, hotdogs, sausages, there had to be enough fat there to give a doctor a heart attack. Jenny grabbed one of the sausages, it was ridiculously huge in her little vixen hands as though it had been made for someone bigger. For Valerie, perhaps. Valerie opened her mouth to protest, to struggle, to say that it wasn’t fair and that she had decided to stop gaining but Jenny was faster. The sausage was shoved straight into her open mouth and filled it instantly. Part of the deliciously cooked meat was pushed so far it went right into her throat, causing Valerie to gag a little before swallowing the thing whole, more or less. It bulged in her throat before travelling to her hungry, waiting stomach.

Jenny must have seen Valerie’s stifled protest because she paused for a moment. “Alright, I know you want to tell me to stop. I’ll stop feeding you... if you can stop belching, deal?”

Valerie groaned, but this was it. All she had to do was not belch in her friend's face. How hard could that be? Except already she could feel another belch brewing, and for the past few days it seemed like she did nothing but belch. Determined, she clamped her snout down. She wasn’t going to burp, she wasn’t. Her stomach rumbled loudly, sloshing and gurgling. It was hungry and full of nothing but hot air. Hot air that seemed only to swell and grow, pushing outwards, bulging her stomach and throat until without any control on her part -

*UUUUUUUUURP!!*

“That’s what I figured,” Jenny replied. “Besides,” the vixen continued, wiping the grease from her paw on the sensitive skin of the hippo’s stomach, “I told you before. Conjuring food like this has a price and I certainly wasn’t going to pay it.” She picked up another sausage, it dripped grease. That alone should have disgusted Valerie but her stomach gurgled loudly, giving away her desire even if her face didn’t. Jenny grinned, “not when I have such a willing food bag sitting in front of me.”

Valerie grimaced. For as much as she had turned into a colossal lard balloon in the past ten days she wasn’t a food bag. Not some item to dump magical waste into. It would be torturous to let her stomach go hungry but enough was enough. She tried to get up, tried to work a foot under her massive stomach so she could even begin to get up before realising, with equal parts shame and horror, that she couldn’t. Her legs had been pushed wide by her massive gut and there simply wasn’t enough room to bend them anymore, not with the thick rings of lard that surrounded them. She’d had enough difficulty getting out of bed in the morning and that had been with a platform to roll herself off of, without help she simply couldn’t push herself into a standing position. Somehow she didn’t think Jenny was going to help, the vixen seemed to be waiting, staring at her. Another “UUUUUUUUURP!!” worked its way up from Valerie’s gut and the vixen seized the opportunity to push another massive sausage into her mouth, grabbing her by the snout and forcing it down her throat. Valerie was shocked. She swallowed reflexively, it was hard not to when a massive lump of meat was clogging her throat. Jenny kept her mouth held open and pushed another one in, following it with a burger.

“Please,” Jenny’s voice was a purring noise that came both from deep within her chest and yet somewhere else entirely, her eyes glowed a gentle green in the dim light of the room, “I know how much you enjoyed your time with me. So much you spent an extra three days despite what it did to your waistline.” Another burger was pushed into Valerie’s mouth, the meat patty was so substantial she barely tasted any of the other ingredients, it filled the empty spaces of her mouth with grease and all but slid down her waiting gullet. “Your every inconvenience, the trouble getting out of bed this morning, squeezing your way through walls, they gave you a giddy thrill that couldn’t be matched anywhere else. You knew you’d gone too far three days in but you relished the idea of going too far. You needed it.” Another burger, then another. A hotdog slid in, so big that the vixen could barely hold it with one hand.

The former dragon’s stomach was well and truly starting to grow by now - as stretched out as it was it took quite a bit to get to comfortably full these days but Jenny had become exceedingly proficient when it came to pushing past ‘comfortably full’. She really could not call herself a dragon anymore, hippo truly was the accurate statement, if not pig. She no longer tried to resist Jenny’s feeding. There was simply no use fighting it, no use fighting her transformation from dragon into hippo-themed food bag. Her stomach grew outwards with every burger, hotdog and sausage pushed, no, greedily gulped down her eagerly waiting throat and she clutched at it with her stubby hippo fingers. She could feel it growing between her hands, pushing up her arms and pushing against her legs as it folded over them. She felt it brush against her feet as it began to swallow them, too. It stretched, and grew, and ached, and stretched some more.

As the aching grew more intense and Jenny found less and less room to stretch Valerie’s stomach the feeding began to slow down. Jenny paced out the sausages and burgers, letting Valerie chew before she swallowed while the vixen rubbed big, gentle, easing circles into the hippo’s tortured hide.

“It’s not so bad, hmm?” Valerie wasn’t sure if Jenny was actually asking a question but the only response the vixen would get was a long “HWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!” It was the only response a stuffed and tired Valerie could give. Jenny grinned. “You’re only going to get bigger from here.”

...

Clink.

Jenny stood back, the vixen straightening as she held her empty woven basket. Everything was in the right place. She had just finished restocking her potions for the week and the various vials and glasses shimmered softly in the afternoon light that streamed through her front windows. The look of them all standing in their assorted rows brought a smile to her lips - if life was chaos at least here she had a sense of order.

Beeeeeelch. Hnnng....

Although it came from another room deeper within the house, the noise was so loud Jenny could hear it by the front door. She smiled. “Ah, must be feeding time.” She flipped the sign on the front door to ‘closed’ and started walking deeper into the house. Red-purple portals opened up behind her and the familiar squeaking of trolley wheels could be heard from within them.

...

Valerie felt huge. She was huge. She knew she’d grown far beyond anything she had ever aimed for initially, but accurately judging how huge she’d grown had been difficult. At least, at first. After the first couple of days Jenny wheeled large mirrors into the room so that no matter where Valerie looked, her own immensity stared back at her. Her transformation into a hippo was complete, gone was any evidence that she had ever been a majestic dragon. Or at least, a chubby one. Now there was no denying what she had become. Her ears had rounded out to tiny little hippo saucers and her fingers and toes had grown blunt and hardened toenails. She even had a belly button now, though it was surrounded by Jenny’s glyph. That glyph which at first had looked so alien to Valerie more and more resembled a hippo with every passing day.

“I really outdid myself.” Jenny stepped into the room followed by three trolleys loaded with desserts. She smiled at Valerie, who gave a soft grunt and a “BWOORPH!” in response. It was really all she could do. She couldn’t stop burping. The vixen didn’t seem to mind, instead she started walking around the hippo, pausing at times to pinch a roll or trail a finger across her bulging blubber.

Certainly if anything could be said to be true it was that Jenny had outdone herself. The hippo’s gut was now a small mountain that rested in front of her as she sat, propping her chins up. She couldn’t see past it to any degree and even looking to the sides required a lot of pushing against the rings of blubber that had engulfed her head. Likewise her arms and legs had been rendered utterly useless by the sheer amount of fat that had piled around them, growing until they couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t move. The last bastion of resistance had faded in Valerie when she realised she couldn’t even bend her arms up to stop Jenny feeding her anymore. Not that that had been particularly effective in the past. Her ass jutted out behind her, it would have crushed most couches entirely under its mass alone. Jenny gave it a slap as she passed by and sent it wobbling for minutes, provoking a deep blush from the hippo.

“What do you think?” The vixen asked idly as she began circling back around to Valerie’s front.

Valerie opened her mouth to say something, anything, but what came out was a massive “UUUUUUUUUUUURP!!” It was deafening and in its aftermath all she could hear was the vixen’s footsteps and the sloshing of her own massive gut.

“You always say that.” Came Jenny’s amused reply. Jenny had disappeared behind the apex of Valerie’s stomach but the hippo could see something above the white fleshy mountain in front of her - a giant chocolate cake looked like it was floating by itself in the air. She squirmed. The cake was huge! It looked like it was half the size of her own stomach! She squirmed a little but she knew that she couldn’t do anything to avoid this feeding, just as she hadn’t been able to avoid any of the ones before. She was thoroughly trapped in her own body now. Unable to talk, unable to stand, unable to walk. She was a food balloon. A waterbed. Jenny’s plaything.

A moment passed before Valerie felt a new sensation. Fuzzy little paws gripping the rolls on her stomach as Jenny began hoisting herself upwards, climbing Valerie’s gut like it was a small mountain. It might as well have been. The weight of the vixen provoked a few more hiccups and belches and set her hungry stomach sloshing and rumbling loudly but none of that seemed to bother her. Deftly and determined, Jenny made it to the top of Valerie’s stomach in seconds and laid across it, head leaning on one of the hippo’s massive breasts. It was closer than they had been in days. The cake floated ominously behind her.

The chocolate cake looked delicious. It glistened softly in the light, moist and covered in thick layers of icing. The kind of cake you only saw on TV because it was too hard to make in real life. A slice separated itself neatly from the rest and floated into Jenny’s waiting paw. Jenny then waited for a belch to part Valerie’s mouth,

*BWWOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPP!!!!*

She didn’t have to wait long. The kitsune then pushed the massive slice of cake right in. By now the hippo simply let it happen. There was no use trying to do anything else. And the taste of the cake was divine. By far the most delicious thing Jenny had conjured yet. She found herself gulping it down nearly eagerly. Another slice was waiting to replace it.

“Well darling, you’ve eaten your way past any chance of being able to stand up. And just look at that massive stomach of yours, there’s no way that it’s ever going to shrink back down to normal levels. Stretched out as you are, you’ll be stuck eating the contents of a whole fridge just to feel like you’re not starving.” She spoke while she fed Valerie, one hand pushing cake down the hippo’s throat, the other playing gently with Valerie’s mane or squishing playfully at one of her cheeks. “Even if my spell hadn’t made it so the weight you gained was utterly permanent, you’d have had no chance to work it off.” The vixen said matter of factly. Every word struck Valerie like a physical slap. It was both horrifying to hear that her current state was permanent and also somehow... comforting? She realised that she was still gulping down slices of cake. Was she on her fourth or fifth?

“I think you'll simply have to stay here forever.” Jenny licked a little icing off one of her fingers. “Stay here forever, getting bigger and bigger.”

Valerie shivered. Her life as it was, over. Any hope of returning to her original form as a dragon had been dashed. Was this really what the vixen had in store for her? Her friend?

“Oh please, don’t look at me like that. I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” The vixen grinned, offering another slice of cake to Valerie, this time not simply forcing it down her throat. She opened her mouth, all but reflexively. “You probably like it more.” She purred in a low, soft voice. And it was true.

Piece by piece the cake slowly disappeared into Valerie’s growing stomach. It ballooned out beneath Jenny, raising her up inch by inch as the hippo swelled like the blimp she was. The bed. Jenny’s bed. The feeding was no longer forced, Jenny fed her slice after slice and Valerie accepted each one as the vixen cooed and rubbed her stomach, playfully teasing her about how big she’d gotten. How she wasn’t a hippo, but a whale. Every slice tasted delicious and Valerie realised she couldn’t wait until the next one was in her mouth. She loved the feeling of being full, she loved the stretching of her stomach. She loved being fat. Being massive. The thought of what the future held, the idea of getting bigger even than she was now, excited her in a way she hadn’t realised she felt before.

When at last the entire cake had disappeared inside her, Valerie felt the familiar sensation of being overfull. She felt her stomach groaning, churning and sloshing loudly. She could see the firmness of it, feel it as Jenny laid atop her.

“What do you think, Val? Are you really just a glutton who can’t stop eating?” Jenny asked, perched atop her stomach.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!!”

“That’s what I thought.” Jenny grinned.

...

In a somehow foggy room at the very bottom of Jenny’s house, there was a complicated looking sigil drawn in red on the wooden floor. It glowed ever so slightly, and then a little more as the vixen opened the door to the room and walked in, dusting crumbs and icing from her hands.

“You’ve done well,” a very pleased sounding voice hovered above the sigil. It came from something within the fog, there was an outline. Deer shaped.

“Gemini,” The vixen stood at the edge of the sigil, looking in, “did you expect any less of me?”

The deer-shaped silhouette chuckled. “No. But do remember dear, my magic grows by the day and the food I conjure must be eaten. I hope your little pet can keep devouring it all.”

“Valerie is keen as ever.” Jenny replied. It had been easy to tell from the start what Valerie had really wanted. She was right where she wanted to be.

From somewhere deep within the witch’s house a long, loud “BWWOOOOOOOOORRRRP!!!” could be heard. Both the witch and the demon met each other’s eyes for a moment.

“I hope you’re right.” The silhouette in the fog shifted slightly. “Otherwise you’ll end up growing alongside her...”