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Fat Loona

The Gluttony Ring fiasco had left an impression on everyone, but for Loona, it was more than just a one-time adventure. It had been the night she realized something big—literally. That night, Beelzebub, or Queen Bee as her friends called her, had stolen the show with her radiant energy, larger-than-life presence, and unapologetically plump figure. She was the life of the party, effortlessly commanding attention, especially from *him*.

Vortex.

Loona’s stomach churned at the thought, but not from hunger this time. She still remembered how Vortex had practically melted every time Queen Bee smiled at him. Sure, he was polite and friendly to everyone, but Loona knew there was something more behind the way he looked at Bee. It wasn’t just her personality—it was her *body*. The curves, the confidence, the effortless way she embraced every inch of herself. And as much as Loona hated to admit it, she wasn’t just jealous. She was inspired.

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A few months had passed since that fateful night in the Gluttony Ring, and you now found yourself at Loona’s apartment, juggling several heavy bags of takeout. This had become a regular routine lately, though you couldn’t help but notice how much the orders had grown—not just in size, but in *calories*.

When Loona opened the door, the difference in her was startling. Gone was the thin, edgy wolf with the sharp angles and sharp tongue. In her place stood a softer, fuller Loona, her once-slim figure replaced by wide hips, a round belly, and thickened arms. Her signature spiked tank top barely covered her chest and middle, and her shorts looked ready to give up the fight at any moment.

"Finally," she said, snatching the bags from your hands with a grin. "You really take your sweet time, don’t you? My stomach’s been growling louder than Blitz's whining."

You stepped inside, shaking your head. "I still can’t believe how much food you put away these days. What happened to the Loona who only lived off chips and sarcasm?"

She flopped onto the couch, which groaned under her weight, and started tearing into the first bag of takeout with the kind of focus she used to reserve for ignoring Blitz’s rants. "That Loona realized she had some competition," she said between bites, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Competition? For what?" you asked, sitting down beside her.

Loona rolled her eyes, but the faintest hint of pink colored her cheeks. "For Vortex, duh."

The confession hit you like a truck. You’d always suspected her feelings for Vortex ran deeper than just friendship, but hearing her admit it was something else entirely.

"You’re kidding," you said, though her glare made it clear she wasn’t.

"Look," she said, setting down her food and leaning back against the couch. "It’s not like I’m obsessed or anything, but I saw the way he looked at Bee that night. He’s into... bigger girls. And not just ‘bigger,’ like, confident, *Bee-big* girls. So I figured... why not give him something to look at?"

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at her rounded middle, which shifted slightly as she adjusted her position. "So you’ve been... what, gaining weight on purpose? For him?"

She shrugged, popping a fry into her mouth. "Not just for him. I mean, yeah, I want him to notice me, but I also kinda... like it? It’s weird, but for the first time in forever, I don’t feel like I have to hide anything. Like, who cares if I’m not skinny? Queen Bee made it look fun, and honestly? It *is* fun. Plus..."

Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, you thought she might actually get sentimental. Then she smirked. "It pisses off Blitz, which is a nice bonus."

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. "So, what’s the plan? Just keep eating until Vortex finally notices you?"

Loona leaned forward, her belly pressing against her thighs as she grabbed another burger from the bag. "Pretty much. But I don’t want it to be *obvious*, y’know? If he finds out I’m doing this just for him, it’d be... embarrassing."

"Yeah, because *this* isn’t embarrassing," you teased, gesturing to the mountain of food spread out before her.

She threw a fry at your head, but the grin on her face said she wasn’t really mad. "Shut up. You’re just jealous you can’t pull off this look."

"Sure," you said, rolling your eyes. But as you watched her dive back into her feast, you couldn’t help but notice how much happier she seemed these days. Whether it was the food, the confidence, or the dream of catching Vortex’s eye, Loona had found something that made her feel good. And honestly? You were just glad to be along for the ride.

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Loona had changed in more ways than one since that night in the Gluttony Ring. She was bigger, bolder, and more unapologetically herself than ever before. And while she might not have Vortex wrapped around her finger yet, one thing was clear: she wasn’t giving up anytime soon.

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Coffeeholic Doc ☕

The sun had barely crested the horizon when Doc entered her lab, her wings fluttering with anticipation. An otter-bat hybrid of boundless energy and boundless appetite, she hummed a jaunty tune as she squeezed into her chair—a high-backed office seat that had begun protesting her growing enthusiasm for *experimental breakfasts*. The armrests creaked as her plush hips settled in, pressing snugly against the padded sides.

"Good morning, my caffeinated kingdom!" she chirped, grabbing a mug from her desk piled high with gadgets, notebooks, and—most notably—half a dozen coffee cups in varying states of emptiness. She whipped up her morning specialty: a velvety Irish coffee topped with a mountain of whipped cream. Her wings flapped involuntarily, sending a loose pen flying across the room. “Oops! Too excited. But who can blame me? This is going to be *divine*.”

She brought the mug to her lips, taking a deep, indulgent sip. The creamy sweetness mingled with the warmth of coffee and a splash of whiskey, sending shivers down her spine. "Ohhh, that’s it," she murmured, her tail flicking behind her in delight. She leaned back, but not too far—her chair was already working overtime, the armrests pressing snugly into her soft sides.

"Just one more sip," she said for the fourth time, draining the last of her mug. Setting it down, she reached for a sugar-dusted pastry. The buttery treat disappeared in two bites, crumbs tumbling onto her striped shirt and lab coat. Doc's belly pressed gently against the desk as she leaned forward to grab another, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was far too enraptured by the symphony of flavors and caffeine coursing through her.

As the sugar and coffee buzz hit her system, Doc attempted to adjust her chair to a more comfortable position. She pushed herself back with a wiggle, but the chair wouldn’t budge. The armrests held firm, trapping her firmly in place. "Hmph," she huffed, her cheeks puffing out like the whipped cream she adored. "This chair and I are going to have words someday… but not before another cup!"

With a laugh, she flapped her wings again, this time spinning herself in place with enough gusto to make the chair groan in protest. She grabbed a fresh mug, crafting yet another Irish coffee with a precision that bordered on artistic. "Science can wait," she murmured as she took a sip. The whipped cream left a mustache on her lip, which she licked away with a little giggle. Her belly shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the desk as she leaned back again, blissfully unconcerned.

By the time lunch rolled around, the lab smelled like roasted beans, sugar, and indulgence. Doc’s chair was still valiantly holding on, though her wide hips left no room for movement. She raised her mug once more in triumph, her belly rumbling happily as she toasted the quiet room.

"To science, snacks, and maybe a new chair… eventually," she chuckled, savoring another deep sip.

Doc's mornings were a time of boundless joy, where coffee, pastries, and her own comfy snugness blended into the perfect recipe for happiness for science that is.

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Moving in with Blight had sounded like a great idea—he was friendly, funny, and seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. At least, that's how it was before he discovered a newfound love for indulgence that soon transformed our shared space into a shrine to his gluttonous endeavora.

At the start of the month, Blight was lean and athletic, his firm, toned frame showing the results of years spent working out. He’d grin with confidence as he flexed, clearly proud of his physique. But it wasn’t long after moving in together that I noticed a change in him. A little more food here, a late-night snack there, and before long, his portions started doubling. I’d watch, half in amazement, as he downed entire boxes of donuts and chugged high-calorie shakes without a second thought.

“It just… feels good, you know?” he’d say, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin, patting the softening curve of his belly. “Besides, I like it when you keep bringing me these treats.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he grabbed the next snack I offered, his fingers lingering on mine for a second before he ripped open the packaging with that signature ravenous grin.

The weeks passed, and Blight’s body began to change. His once-trim waist thickened, spilling over his pants in soft, jiggling rolls. His belly, which he now loved to stroke in circles after a big meal, grew round and heavy, pressing against his shirt, which he rarely bothered to keep buttoned anymore. He reveled in his newfound softness, openly admiring his rounder figure in the mirror as he squeezed his sides, his expression one of unabashed pleasure.

Every meal became a show. Blight’s cheeks puffed out as he chewed through bites bigger than my hand, his eyes half-closed, a deep, rumbling moan escaping him every time he leaned back with another gulp of shake or bite of cake. His tail would swish lazily, like he was in a blissful trance, savoring every last crumb.

By the end of the month, Blight had outgrown almost all his clothes. His belly sprawled out over his lap, a plush pillow that he loved to rub after each indulgent meal, sighing in contentment. His arms were thick and pillowy, his thighs now brushing against each other with each step. Even his face had softened, with a faint double chin showing whenever he flashed one of those shameless, satisfied grins.

“You keep this up, and I’ll need a whole new wardrobe,” he’d chuckle, patting his belly proudly as if he hadn’t just devoured a feast fit for two. But it was clear he didn’t mind one bit. For Blight, every added pound was a pleasure, every bite a delight. And by now, I’d accepted my role in his gluttonous journey, watching his frame grow wider and softer, knowing he wouldn’t stop until he’d had his fill… and then some.

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The dimly lit room hums with the warmth of a hearty feast, the smell of greasy burgers, ribs, and crispy chicken wings thick in the air. The family of three gators sits around the table, each lounging in their seat with bellies pressing against the table's edges. Their laughter is low, rumbling, and friendly, but there's an undercurrent of something naughty, something invitingly dangerous.

The largest of them, seated in the center, his stretched vest straining against his massive frame, gestures for you to join. "Come on, don’t be shy. We’ve got plenty for everyone." His deep voice rumbles with amusement, and the casual way he waves a large piece of rib at you feels almost… comforting.

You take a seat between the mom and the goth gator. The mom leans in, her apron covered in food stains, her breath warm and sweet with the smell of barbecue sauce. "It’s good for ya," she purrs softly, sliding a plate heaping with more food than you could normally manage. You feel a bit uneasy, but there’s something so irresistibly welcoming about their offer, like sinking into a warm bath after a long day.

The first bite is like heaven, the meat melting in your mouth. It’s rich and savory, and each mouthful seems to coax more hunger out of you. It feels like the food is working with your body, making space for itself, making you want more. The goth gator watches you with a sly grin, licking her lips as she pushes another plate toward you. "See? Told you it’s good stuff."

Time slips away as you eat, their conversations and laughter becoming a background hum. The food keeps coming, and you keep eating. You feel your shirt tightening, your belt digging in slightly more with each passing moment, but somehow it doesn’t matter. The pressure feels oddly pleasant, like a natural progression. The mom leans over again, her hand resting on your now visibly round belly. "Looks like you're fitting in already," she chuckles, her tone sweet but knowing.

As you reach for another burger, something feels different. Your hands—no, claws—brush against the plate, the tips sharper, thicker. You glance down, momentarily startled, but it’s easy to ignore. Maybe it’s just the light, the dim room playing tricks on your eyes. But the gators aren’t reacting, just smiling at you, nodding approvingly as you eat more. Their knowing smiles seem to tell you, this is right, this is how it should be.

With every bite, your body feels heavier and fuller. The seams of your clothes strain audibly, and you can feel the weight of your belly pressing against the table now. The dad, his grin toothy and sharp, chuckles. "You're one of us, kid. Ain't nothing wrong with enjoying a bit more… space."

It’s only when you shift in your seat that you notice the texture of your skin. The light catches it in a way that reveals a sheen, a roughness—scales. But the realization is met with calm acceptance. They’re right. This feels right. You lean back, patting your rounded stomach, the same way the others do.

As you settle deeper into the chair, your legs and arms heavy and solid, you realize with a strange kind of satisfaction that this isn’t just a meal—it’s an initiation. Your body, round and thick with fat, your mind hazy with contentment, feels more you than ever before. And as you reach for another piece of rib, you can't help but smile back at the family of gators, your new family.

"Welcome home," the goth gator says with a wink. And somewhere deep inside, you know you'll never leave.

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Pizza Delivery!

Kai was having an interesting week working as a pizza delivery boy. He wore the uniform: a black cap with the pizza place's logo, a matching blue shirt, and black pants. In his hands, he held a large pizza box, the warm aroma of freshly baked pizza wafting through the air.It was a quiet afternoon, and Kai's stomach growled loudly. He had been running around all day, delivering pizzas to various homes, and hadn't had the chance to grab a bite himself. The temptation grew stronger with each delivery. "Man, everybody seems to love these pizzas!" he muttered to himself, standing outside a customer's door. "They wouldn't mind if I took a slice, right?"This time, he couldn't resist. He carefully opened the box, the sight of the perfectly melted cheese and pepperoni slices making his mouth water. Just one slice, he thought. The customer wouldn’t even notice. Kai picked up a slice, the cheese stretching as he pulled it away from the rest of the pizza. He took a big bite, savoring the flavors. It was delicious, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the taste.However, that moment of bliss was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Kai's eyes shot open, and he found himself face to face with the customer, a curious look on their face. "Uh... hi!" Kai said, trying to act casual as he quickly placed the half-eaten slice back in the box. "I, uh, just wanted to make sure the pizza was good!"The customer raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but chuckle. "You must be really hungry. Why don’t you come in and share it with me? After all, you’ve already started."Kai was taken aback by the offer but gratefully accepted. As they sat together, sharing the pizza, Kai realized that sometimes, a little honesty and a good sense of humor could turn a potentially awkward situation into a pleasant one.From that day on, whenever Kai felt tempted to sneak a slice, he remembered that friendly customer and made sure to grab a snack before his deliveries. After all, he couldn’t rely on every customer to be so understanding!

Weeks had passed since Kai's first indulgent experience with the pizza deliveries. It had become a routine now, each delivery tempting him more and more. The once-fit fox found himself giving in to the delicious aroma every time he picked up a new order.Kai stood in front of yet another customer's door, holding the warm pizza box. His uniform, which once fit perfectly, now strained against his expanding form."Pizza's so good... Can't stop eating..." he muttered, already opening the box and taking out a slice. The first bite was heavenly, just as it always was, and soon he was lost in the act of eating, completely forgetting about the delivery.Slice after slice disappeared, and with each bite, his uniform stretched more. The seams groaned in protest, and the buttons on his shirt looked ready to pop. Kai's belly grew fuller, pushing against the fabric until it finally burst free, his shirt flapping open and exposing his round, stuffed stomach.Kai didn’t care. He walked down the hall, a slice of pizza in each hand, devouring them with abandon. His belly jiggled with each step, the once-tight uniform now hanging open and stretched to its limit. He received curious glances and amused chuckles from passersby, but nothing could distract him from the delicious pizza. The satisfaction of each bite was too great, and he continued to eat until the box was empty. "Man, these pizzas are just too good..." he sighed contentedly, patting his distended belly. He knew he would have to face the consequences of his gluttony eventually, but for now, all he could think about was how satisfying the meal had been.As he waddled back to his delivery moped, his uniform stretched and hanging open, Kai couldn’t help but smile. Despite the growing evidence of his indulgence, he felt a sense of satisfaction that outweighed any embarrassment. And so, with a contented sigh, he prepared for his next delivery, knowing that the temptation would always be there and that he would probably give in again.

Months had passed since Kai had been fired from his job as a pizza delivery boy. The allure of the pizzas had proven too strong, and his indulgence had led to his dismissal. Now, Kai found himself as a frequent and enthusiastic customer of the very pizzas he once delivered.One evening, Kai lounged comfortably on his bed, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and crumbs scattered around him. His once neatly pressed uniform lay crumpled on the floor, now torn and unable to contain his significantly larger frame. He had grown morbidly obese from his unrestrained eating habits, his belly protruding heavily over his waistband."H-Hello, pizza delivery?" Kai panted into his phone, his voice strained with the effort of speaking. "Gonna need another two dozen over here, ASAP!"As he awaited his order, Kai reflected on his downfall. His addiction to the pizzas had cost him his job, but the temptation to indulge was too great to resist. Each slice brought a fleeting moment of comfort, a distraction from the consequences of his actions.The doorbell rang, and Kai eagerly waddled to answer it. The delivery person looked surprised at the sight of Kai's immense size, struggling to carry the mountain of pizza boxes. Kai paid no mind to the stares, his focus solely on the food before him. Back in his room, Kai settled back onto his bed surrounded by fresh pizzas. With each greasy, cheesy bite, he felt a pang of guilt mixed with the familiar pleasure. His belly expanded further, straining against the fabric of his shirt, which was now a size too small. As he finished yet another pizza, Kai felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He reclined back, his belly now a massive mound that dominated his lap. The torn remnants of his uniform lay forgotten beside him, a stark reminder of his downfall.Despite the consequences, Kai knew he couldn't stop. The pizzas were his comfort, his solace in a world that had grown more complicated. For now, all he could do was indulge and hope that someday he would find a way to regain control over his cravings. And so, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and the scent of cheese and tomato sauce, Kai drifted off into a food-induced sleep, dreaming of a time when moderation would once again be within his grasp.

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Gushki's Mishaps spellcasting

Gushki seemed to have misread his incantation, the ancient words slipping from his tongue in a jumble of sounds that crackled with unexpected energy. Instead of the intended spell Before he could correct his mistake, the magic coalesced, forming into a dozen spectral hands that hovered, almost innocuously, around him.

Unbeknownst to Gushki, the hands, with a life of their own, floated silently behind him, their translucent fingers twitching with eager anticipation. The noble, absorbed in the remnants of his botched spell, didn't notice the creeping appendages that now loomed ominously close. They moved with a calculated patience, waiting for the perfect moment to execute their mischievous intent.

One after another, they fed him in rapid succession, stuffing his mouth with an unending stream of gourmet treats. Gushki's protests were muffled by mouthfuls of food, his cheeks bulging as he tried to keep up with the relentless pace. His attempts to swat the hands away were futile; they evaded his grasp with uncanny agility, their sole purpose to ensure he consumed every morsel they offered.The more he ate, the more his body expanded, each bite contributing to his ever-growing girth. His robes strained against his swelling form, seams threatening to burst under the pressure. Despite his predicament, there was a part of Gushki that savored the flavors, the richness of the food tantalizing his taste buds in a way he hadn't experienced before. As the feeding frenzy continued, Gushki's mind raced. He needed to find a way to reverse the spell, to regain control over the magical hands that now dictated his every bite. But with his thoughts clouded by the sensory overload of flavors and the physical strain of his expanding body, it seemed an impossible task.

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Oscar's chocolate

As Oscar gazed upon the decadent dessert named bubble bar before him, a sinful smile spread across his lips. His mind wandered to the pleasurable sensation that awaited him as he took his first indulgent bite. He couldn't help but wonder - if just one taste could fill him up so completely, what would happen when he finished the entire treat?

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Fat fox summer

he's showing out his Hawaiian shirt with his belly and moobs on the beach... again!

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He's still hungry

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