Deep in a vast desert, stretching on as far as the eye can see with scorching sun and white hot dunes, a fennec fox of surprising stature had set up a shop to offer her services to passersby. The vixen, named Polaris, was adept in the practice of certain astrological magics, her powers waxing and waning with the strength of the moons and positioning of celestial bodies. Despite this, day in and out she plied her trade to the best of her abilities, even when they were waning and that which was normally routine was now an extravagant effort. 

Tonight, the sun had set, revealing the myriad of celestial bodies shining so brightly that one could find their way by their light alone. Needless to say, Polaris was feeling their power very greatly. She sat atop the ruins overlooking her tent, able to tell if someone went in thanks to her enormous satellite like ears that was larger than her head itself. One ear faced the ground, and the other turned to the sky, doing its best impression of an actual satellite as she cleared her mind, and attempted to listen to the music of the heavenly spheres. 

She was difficult to see from the ground, but she did cut a distinct figure. She was currently topless, nothing but a pair of loose harem pants on her lower half as her rather scrawny upper half, covered in dusty brown fur, ruffled slightly in the wind that carried through the camp. A great deal of her magic involved dancing, and so in addition to honing her magical craft, she often developed her body as well, at least in so far as keeping it fit. 

She eventually did hear the tell tale footprints of someone approaching her store, and so she stood from her cross legged seat, and leapt from the ruin, falling at a feather’s pace as she slipped into her own home and shop through an opening in the tent, made to be impossible to see without a bird’s eye view. The result, was that as the draconic individual walked in past the flap on the tent, he was greeted with the sight of the mystical fox slowly falling down to the ground, her cloak rising up to meet her, slipping over her arms but leaving her torso still rather exposed. She made eye contact with the dragon, recognizing him only faintly. A returning customer…

“The pilot… I see you’re back in town once more.” The fox spoke, sitting down cross legged once again, this time before a crystal ball on a table with a rich red cloth draped over it. The air in the tent was thick with incense, enough to make the dragon’s eyes water. “I recall you. You come here to look for scrap in the ruined city…”

“Ah! Polaris, yeah, it’s Victor. But uh, I didn’t come for the scrap this time…” The dragon wandered in closer, looking around the interior, taking in the distinct style as he sat down on the opposite side of the table like he’d been told last time he was here. 

“A visit for myself in particular then? You’ve been doing your research. The last time our stars crossed, quite a few planets were in retrograde, and we were in the midst of some piddling crescent, neither void nor fullness to guide my way.” The fennec’s eyes fell down to the crystal ball, which was really just a fancy scroll containing all sorts of data and telemetry of the stars above. 

“And even so, I thought your magic was breath taking… I told you I’d be back, under a more favorable star. Admittedly, I don’t know what makes good conditions for this sort of stuff, so I was just looking into when stars would be their closest while coinciding with a full moon…” The dragon leaned back on one arm slightly, grinning proudly at having apparently put together the best time for his return trip. He was slightly tall for a dragon, with blue scales that glinted in the candle light of the tent, and a powerful build, thick about the middle. It was the look of an adventurer who had frequent run-ins with expansive consequences. 

“I see… You should know that on nights like tonight, I tend to charge more.”

“Not a problem, I came prepared, plenty. You mentioned that you’d needed to take my initial payment and use it to get catalysts, which uh, looked like it was just a bunch of food, so I brought a little something extra this time.” The dragon suddenly sat up, fishing about in his coat pocket and putting down a vial of some green substance onto the fox’s altar. 

“This is.. What in the name of the stars have you brought before me?” It usually took a fair amount to catch Polaris off guard, but the strange, almost radioactive looking containment unit certainly qualified. To say it was a vial failed to account for its totality, as the vial itself was housed within some metallic components, as if the contents inside needed the harshest containment. 

“These, are distilled sugar slimes. I figured, you needed the food for the caloric content right? And don’t worry, I did everything I could think, the specimens were fed on moon water, I even had an astrologian friend bless it with something mild, something that wouldn’t interfere with whatever you had in mind.”

Polaris’ ears twitched in surprise, looking to Victor for permission and receiving a nod in kind, she reached out and took the container. “I… is it safe to handle?”

“Oh of course! I wouldn’t bring live ones here and risk your whole operation. That’s just to keep ‘em fresh. I’d look real foolish coming all this way only to hand you expired reagents! So uh, that spell from last time…”

“Don’t worry, this will most certainly work… I can feel the celestial energy pulsing through. And well… the density of the mana is something else entirely. It’s, going to miss some of the symbolism of the traditional dance, but I suppose you didn’t come here for symbolism?” 

“Ahah… well… maybe not. Not that uh! you know, I don't value that! it's just, you know..." A blush overtook the dragon's scales as he tried his best to smile and laugh through his bashfulness. He suddenly stood up from his seat, reaching behind him and producing a second item, a hefty sack of coins that caused the fennec’s gaze to widen. “I figured I’d uh, pay up front, and probably some extra to cover staying here a while.” Polaris nodded softly, looking between the superb magical reagent, and enough cash to pump some life into this dying town… “Very well. It’s clear you value my work, and the pleasure it brings. Please, enjoy this.” The fox’s gaze went up to the smiling face of the dragon, once more appreciating his solid but with a touch of soft physique… Ah, he knew what he was getting into, best not to warn him about the clothes. Her arms suddenly thrust outwards, holding high in the air above her orb to clear her sleeves, and began to guide the energy in the room around the crystal ball. Slowly, without stopping her movements, she began to rise, a shifting of the hips allowing her to plant her paws on the ground and slowly raise herself upright. Rising to her full height, her whole body began to undulate, drawing the energy in the room to a focused point, swirling it all about herself. The smoke in the room began to blow about hither and yon, and the vial on the table began to rise as well. Victor watched the movements with joy, excited to reap the benefits of the magic they foretold. “By the light of the moon, grow full, by the turning eye of the cosmos, may your fullness be known for days to come. Receive the blessing of the fruits of the land!” With a sudden twist, the vial itself shattered, glass falling to the ground, as the liquid inside evaporated into the air instantly, gathering up in the storm of mana that Polaris was directing. She was blown away by the sheer potential, it was far stronger than when he’d filled her entire table with ingredients from his last visit. Struggling to contain such a power, she decided to not put on too much of a show, after all, everyone present knew what they were here for. The magic struck Victor in the torso like a bolt, piercing his hide without damaging it. That energy swirled up inside of him, causing him to stumble about, only to then find himself locked to the spot by spectral restraints forged by the fox. “You mustn’t leave the ley line. Hold still, you’ll be doing that most expertly for some time…” It took all of her concentration, but she kept that flow fixated on the single point, utilizing the very essence of moonlight to bestow this blessing upon the dragon. The effects were immediate and visceral, the way the dragon rolled his head back, panting and groaning as his body began to expand outwards, taller, wider, rounder… Weight piled onto him at a rapid rate, soft luscious fat manifesting on his frame. Of course, there were as many ways for a man to grow thick with fat, not least of which including drinking the reagent he’d brought here. The true joy of this spell was of course, the pleasure it brought with it. Every extra inch packed onto his frame felt utterly sublime, and all throughout, he felt as if some heavenly figure was caressing him, fattening him with its touch. The sentiment was not entirely off, as the lunar winds Polaris conjured danced about Victor’s figure, caressing every burgeoning inch of him. “Oh, yeah… this is… what I was looking forward to… hhff… I’m, already bigger than last time… f-fuck, my coat…” Perhaps Polaris was wrong not to warn him. The end result was that Victor was restrained further, by the chains and by his clothing, which had once been stylish and fitted to his frame, now it began to rip and pull at the seams, forcing his arms out to the side as he could no longer bend his arms. Finally, it split along his spiny back, causing him to let out a most unbecoming whimper of pleasure.

On the high roads of the Demesne, a merchant caravan had come to a rest for the night, its motorcade coming to a halt at the edge of a great forest. Since time immemorial, the forests of the Demesne have always been strictly off limits, though in recent years, it had been decreed that they were now officially safe to enter. Of course, even with such a statement, generations of observable evidence were not so easily dismissed. As such, it was still common practice for many roads and travellers to skirt the borders of the many grand forests of the Demense. It helped that many of them had very identifiable borders, sections where the open plains abruptly ended, and dense thickets of trees formed. 

The caravan itself was composed of many different creatures, and among their numbers was one brown tabby cat named Roland. Neither a guard nor a merchant, the feline was mostly only tasked with lifting and moving the merchandise, and keeping operations at the camp functioning smoothly. In other words, they were a low ranking grunt who was a bit of an afterthought to the folks around them. The caravan had been traveling for a week at this point, and while they had done their best to ration out food, it was an inevitability that some big appetites would see certain rations going just a bit faster than they were supposed to. 

They were still a day away from the next big village, and Roland, as unimportant to the operations as they were, had definitely been on the short end of rations today. He lay atop a vehicle, looking up at the cool night sky, rubbing his toned stomach as he lamented his meager portion of bread today. His eyes fell to the forest’s edge once more, brimming with possibilities… "They said I don't have to stay out of the forest anymore, and the old books I read say that the inside of the woods is some kind of natural bounty or something... fruits and stuff grow on trees, and there's so many of them here. Surely nobody would mind if i just took a quick peak... grab something tasty and then dip back out..."

The cat was hardly a fighter, if anything went wrong or some kind of phenomena struck, the very basic fundamentals of magic he was familiar with would probably do him no favors. Still, he didn't get to be in this position by making the best decisions in life. Standing up as gracefully and stealthily as only a cat could, the young man dropped to the ground, making sure no one was looking his way. Roland waited until he was past the treeline, and suddenly began to run swiftly, athletic legs allowing him to bob and weave through the unfamiliar environment. So far, everything looked the same, he couldn't see any fruits, or even any animals. Perhaps that was just because they were so close to the edge...

It didn't take long for the over eager cat to become completely lost. The further in he went, the more the ground began to grow hazy, a fog rising in the cool night air that obscured his vision even further. The fog made him nervous, and he was just about to turn tail and run, when something suddenly caught his eye. It was very brief, but he could have sworn he'd seen a fox dart by. "Um... Hello? I, is someone there?" The cat called out in a hushed voice, not wanting to speak too loudly lest his companions hear. Were they close by still? He honestly couldn't tell, and in fact, as he went deeper into the fog to chase after the fox, It was quickly becoming more difficult to see where he'd come from.

Pressing forward, Roland's swift steps slowed down slightly, the fog now completely obscuring the forest's floor. He created a small ball of light from his paw, crackling softly, but it hardly did a thing to help him see further. Regret was rising swiftly, and he was just about to turn back when he heard a voice.

"You look a little lost friend~! What're you doing all the way out here this late at night?" The voice was spritely and a bit sing songy, and despite sounding welcoming, it sent a shiver up Roland's spine, especially from how he couldn't tell where it was coming from. "Ah... I'm, I was just looking for some food... I uh, who are you? Am... Am I lost?" He turned around where he stood, stumbling as he tried to follow the voice, but to no avail.

"Oh, you probably shouldn't have said that... The forest lord has become ever so generous to anybody who walks the wooded path! You'll probably find much more than you were expecting out here..."

Before Roland could even ask, a vine shot forward from the mist, wrapping around one arm, while another forced its way into his muzzle. he let out a muffled cry of distress, which only grew more impassioned as some kind of thick, sticky liquid began to pour down his throat. Maybe some kind of sap, whatever it was, it did... taste very good... His shoulders dropped a bit, and he enjoyed the flavor.

Feeling sated, he moved to pull the vine from his mouth, only to suddenly receive a reminder that his right hand was currently being restrained. Ears pinning back as his tail fluffed out, the tabby began to pull harder, gripping the vine on his muzzle with his free paw. It was much thicker than he was expecting, and it pulsed softly massive dollops of that mysterious substance forced their way into his throat. At this point, he felt a button on his shirt pop of with a distinct ripping sound, and a hot blush over took him. Trying to pull away with his fully power, he focused on his left paw, sending a current of electricity into the vine to try and stop it.

This, of course, was entirely ineffective, and the vine showed no signs of wear or tear, if anything it looked almost invigorated! slowly losing vigor, the cat's paw dropped, tired from struggling, from over eating, and from wasting so much mana. His paw came to rest on his swollen belly, and suddenly the fire inside him was re lit.

Whimpering at the sight, Roland's flat middle was currently bulged out into a massive ball, pushing farther out from his middle than he even thought possible. From the way his pants seemed to be constricting too, a tear forming along the seat of his trousers that made his fluffed out tail whip about, he was suddenly aware that he was in even more danger than he realized.

"Oh yeah, getting a lot more than you were expecting... well, at least you won't be hungry! You might wanna get out of here while you still can though, the forest is VERY giving... and uh, you're not gonna get out of here if you can't fit between the trees~" That voice continued to taunt Roland.

At the mention of potentially ending up too large to flee, instincts kicked in, and his paw suddenly shot to his lower back, stumbling about a few times before finding purchase on the grip of a knife. His paws clasped the instrument, and after a bit of struggling to get it out of its holster the wrong way, he managed to stab it into the vine, cutting downwards through its middle, snapping off completely this time when he yanked his head back. He managed to spit out the bit of vine that remained in his mouth, and he looked down in terror as it landed atop his belly, still writhing about.

He tried to speak, and instead felt a massive belch errupt from his muzzle instead, further disorienting him as he came to rest against the side of a tree. "H... Holy Hell, this is... w-what are you doing to me!? I, I'm getting out of here!"

As soon as he managed to catch his breath, Roland pushed off the tree and began running, a practice that lasted for all of five steps before he came to a halt again, resting against another tree. "oh god... I feel so heavy... and warm... oh god, am I , getting fatter...? O-Oh I'm..." He looked down at his paw, and in confirmation, he could see that it was swelling up before his eyes, along with the rest of his arm.

Suddenly and without warning, another vine descended, wrapping itself around his muzzle before forcing its way in again, what felt like a gallon rapidly unloading itself into his mouth. While his knife did the trick once more, he was looking even more bloated, more and more buttons were ripping off his shirt, and his pants had completely split down the middle, along with his belt bursting off as well.

Fear can be an excellent motivating factor, especially as he could have sworn, for a brief moment, the light from one of his camp mate's lanterns off in the distance. While far less graceful than when he had entered, the cat still fled with amazing dexterity, weaving and stumbling his way around trees as he headed towards the light he'd seen, dodging further vines.

The fog was starting to clear, and he was almost free, but the damage to his body was more glaringly obvious than ever. He'd tried to slip between two close together trees, but his hips had gotten him wedged between then, earning a nervous whimper as yet more of those vines descended and stuffed their way into his maw once more.

His eyes watered as he felt his stomach stretch. His body had already nearly tripled in weight, and as he felt his stomach expanding further he could also feel the trees on either side beginning to bow out as they fought for space with his growing figure.

To make matters worse, he couldn't even cut himself free with ease, at some point he'd put the knife back in his right paw, only for that paw to now be pinned behind him, unable to be maneuvered around the tree he was stuck to. For what felt like minutes, Roland gulped, struggled, and failed to escape, until finally, with a distinct creaking from the wood, the forest itself parted, causing Roland to stumble forward. It was truly a miracle that his sudden freedom didn't end with him doing a face plant, as landed directly on his overstuffed gut would have been a nightmare. Instead, without taking time to take stock of the way his belly had grown exponentially, his overflowing bulk not moving with anywhere near the grace he'd exhibited before.

On and on, the cat struggled, until finally, suddenly, he was free, past the tree line entirely, and stumbling out. The vines didn't chase him any further, and the blobbish cat suddenly fell forward, the over reliance on adrenaline having completely drained his remaining stamina. The world went hazy, and he fell asleep on the spot..

It wouldn't be till hours later that Roland awoke, the strange feeling of his entire body jostling with every few seconds. It was dark, but he could vaguely see that it's because he was inside somewhere, as in the distance he could see light streaming in through a window. It only took a second longer to recognize that he was inside the very motor car he'd helped load up and been watching for weeks.

Sitting within a stone room, within a fortress built on the border, a ferret with high hopes for the future was waiting patiently for his interviewer to show up. It had all been a bit sudden, that the normally happy go lucky chef had decided to apply himself to the knights, but these were lean, desperate times, and perhaps he simply wanted to make a difference, however he could. Even now, he hardly looked anxious, even as he’d been left sitting for what to many others would have felt like an eternity. 

Suddenly, the distinct  sound of boots clicking against the masonry echoed through the hall outside of the room, heralding the arrival of some important figure, no doubt. Udon was hardly disappointed in that regard, as a severe looking maned wolf, with golden hair, a whip like build, and an outfit of black and crimson stepped into the room, along with a far less ostentatious individual who was identified as a mage, purely on account of their mage like robes. The well dressed one strode forward, eyeing up the ferret who was sitting happily and smiling.

"Hi! Uh, this is the right place right? I'm here for the enlistment interview? They told me to wait here for someone, I'm assuming that's you?" The ferret rose as well, offering his paw to the wolf. said paw was grabbed by the wrist and turned over. Not a word was spoken as he silently prodded at the pads, the mage coming closer and joining the examination. "Uh, is, there something there?" "Remarkable... you've an abundance of aura, I think we'll be able to make thorough use of you. Releasing Udon's paw, the official sat down, looking over a small report. "Culinary skills... not an awful lot of combat experience hmm? I think we've got just the position for you, indeed..." A smirk crossed his long muzzle as he made a near imperceptible gesture to the mage. "Oh! Well actually, I was kind of hoping to show off in that regard! I've been working on new techniques, and I think-" "That will not be necessary." The mage suddenly spoke, now kneeling next to Udon, their paws placed against what Udon was only just now realizing was some kind of magic sigil that had been placed their before hand. As they did so, a bright blue light shone through the room, the official watching closely as Udon had no choice but to try and cover his eyes with his arm. Gwurgle... His eyes went wide as the sound and sensation of that ominous gurgle filled his mind. It had been powerful, and he had felt it deep in the pit of his stomach. stumbling back a bit to try and get out of the circle, he was allowed to go freely, as it seemed the damage had already been done.

"H-Hey! what's the big idea? I wanted to be helpful!" Panic began to rise as a blue stain spread across his burgundy snout and cheeks, which in turn were feeling fuller. Of course, he couldn't even begin to ignore the way his middle was roiling like a cauldron, something intense was going on down there. "As I'm sure you're aware, being a chef and all, we've been having troubles with getting reliable sustenance, what with this blasted drought. That's where you come in, my new conscript. You'll be providing food enough to feed this whole fortress for months by sundown. Your cooperation is appreciated." The official sat back in his seat, legs crossed and thumbs tapping in his lap. He couldn't have looked less phased, even as the eager ferret was suddenly ballooning outwards. Feeling the tightness in his tunic, Udon tried his best to pull it down as his belly grew and grew, but it did little good. As his top rose, a more interesting detail of his normal physiology was made apparent: On his abdomen, a deep opening almost looked carved into his flesh, but as his body rounded and his belly became more prominent, the opening did just that. A long, thick, blue tongue spilled forth, drooling what was most likely highly nutritious berry juice.

This caught the official's gaze, a grin spreading on his features as the mage rubbed their chin. "That's, new... But it shouldn't interfere with the spell sir. If anything-"

"If anything it will make juicing him that much easier. In fact..." Rising up once more, the official sauntered over to a cupboard nearby. All the while, Udon was left stunned and speechless, even as the blue staining spread all throughout his body, much like the swelling. He had been chubby before, but now he was swiftly becoming near spherical! Soft whines and whimpers came from him as he struggled to stay standing, adjusting his stance to widen and widen it, and soon they wouldn't be able to spread any further...

The maned wolf returned, holding some kind of chalice, which he pressed to the corner of the belly maw. It didn't take long for the liquid oozing out of the corners to fill the chalice to the brim, which he then delicately took to his lips and drank from. "Ah... most delicious I must say, your mana quality makes for a truly astounding meal. Perhaps we'll put some of your juice into reserve, and maybe if we ever have reason to turn you back, you can enjoy some yourself~? Perhaps even use it in your cooking somehow." The maned wolf looked quite pleased with himself...

Udon meanwhile was in the final throes of his transformation. His limbs had sunken into his expanding body, limiting his range of motion severely, and sure enough, by this point, he was utterly and fully immobile. Even now, he found his mind growing... strangely agreeable... at least he wouldn't be on the front lines... and it was feeling... so divine...

To really send him over the edge, the maned wolf came closer, and began to rub his nimble fingers on Udon's swollen sides, the gentle touch sending waves of euphoria through his engorged body. "Don't worry Juicy, off hours, I'll come and check on you, and we can have some real fun~ You, get him to the cellar."

Feedist kinktober day 1

Ace had made his way to the kitchen, still dressed in his femboy attire, belly hanging to his thighs as he wiggled his fingers in delight. He'd been snacking as per usual, but well… if he was going to blow up whether he ate all day or ran laps, why wouldn't he indulge in the former?

Protein bars and rations, snack cakes and cookies, Ace showed no discrimination in his indulgence. He hadn't binged in a good long while, and this was certainly causing more of those mixed up emotions. His arm warmers were completely rolled down at this point, looking more like fuzzy bracelets than anything else, and his belly bulged out obscenely from the overwhelming bloat that came from the deluge of food. 

There was a virtually endless amount to choose from, the station’s onboard computer replacing empty cabinets with new contents as soon as the doors were closed. At this point he was making a game of it, making loops around the dimly lit kitchen as he continued to try new things he'd been eyeing for a while. 

This continued well on into the night, and eventually he found himself seated on a chair by a kitchen island, paws planted firmly on the floor, gut gurgling as it processed the load within. “oogh… oh I definitely overdid it…” despite the words and feelings of exhaustion, Ace still had a smile on his face as he said that. 

The distinct hissing sound of one of the automatic doors opening sounded as Red entered the room, the blue feathered Phoenix yawning and stretching before turning on the nearby light and freezing when she did so.

She caught full sight of the scene unfolding in her kitchen, the bloated fox sitting with his gut wobbling in the air, packed tight as he raised a hefty forearm to cover his eyes. Discarded wrappers littered the counter top, none of them having been properly marked as trash for automatic disposal. It was nice living on such an advanced station, but when people couldn't even do the bare minimum…

Red stomped over to Ace, her hand smacking against his belly with a resounding thud as he suddenly jolted upright. “Uuurrrpp!! H-hey, what's the big idea?!”

“I should be asking you that! You're in here making an absolute pig of yourself, and you can't even be bothered to keep it clean? Like it's hard or something? I saw you, looking all sleepy, you were just gonna sit there, pass out, or waddle back to your room without doing a damn thing about the mess you made.” Red seemed genuinely upset at Ace, which was definitely catching him off guard.

“Mff… well consider it pay back for what you did to me.” Ace groaned, rubbing at his gut, eyes blearily squinting against the overhead light. 

“What the hell did I do to you to warrant this behavior?” Her question was flat and straightforward, not ringed with a teasing tone Ace might have expected.

“Uh, that thing you did that caused this? Ya know, while we were hanging out…?” Ace tried to pantomime shooting a finger gun, but stopped midway to massage his belly some more.

“I have no fucking clue what you're talking about fat ass. But I'm not letting you off the hook easy. If you're hungry, you should have said so, cause you're getting my dessert whether you like it or not.”

She stormed past Ace, who turned to look at her with mounting concern. It was bad enough that she was acting like she forgot the inciting incident, but the last thing Ace actually wanted to do was eat anything else. “H-hold on, I'm seriously full, you uh, can see how much I've been eating.”

“Oh I sure can, didn't you just buy that stuff yesterday or something? And you're already outgrowing it. Appetite's out of control. But don't worry, I've got you covered.” The sound of the blender whirring to life definitely made Ace jump, or at least bounce.

“I-I’m telling you it's your fault!” Ace whined, before slumping back once more, already regretting his choice of words. If she did know what he was talking about, doubling down would only entrench her further. But as he sat there, the horrible realization that she might not actually know what he was talking about grew on him.

He checked his chest again, and though the chest had blossomed into an impressive bosom, he couldn't find any traces of a bullet or dart there. What he did find was Red appearing before him again, a pitcher in one hand, and a funnel with connected tube in the other. She glowered but grinned,  thumping his belly with the back of her hand. “I know you're bull shitting me cause of it was my fault, you'd know. Like this-” She grabbed his chubby cheeks, and stuffed the hose down his maw, clamping it shut with one hand as the other hefted up the pitcher, a small ring of ice holding the funnel up. 

Ace watched fearfully as she brought the heavy pitcher to the funnel and poured it in, thick creamy sludge filling the empty tube, before it all hit his tongue. He really was full, so he didn't even swallow at first, but suddenly Red was rubbing his throat, and he couldn't help it. One strained gulp gave way to a rhythmic process. His belly creaked as it slowly bloated larger still… 

Went with a more explicit reading of this prompt. The "activity" mentioned is the arousal of the situation, in case that's not clear. I skipped day 4 cause I just wasn't feeling it, but I still referenced that prompt "shopping" which in my mind still happened as part of the sequence.

Day 5: activity

Ace was back in his room, decked out in the clothes his friends had helped him pick out yesterday. Of course, they’d decided on a decidedly feminine outfit, the kind of clothing Ace loved to be dolled up in.It normally lead to him feeling frisky and fun, but today, it was causing a different swelling of emotions.

Deep down, he’d known that buying new clothes was a fool’s errand considering the bullet he’d been struck with, but that didn’t stop him from leaning into it. The new clothes that had been custom matched to his weight yesterday was already starting to dig into his fattening body. The thigh high socks, already quite large to accommodate the thickness of said thighs, rolled down to his knees every time he adjusted himself too much. The same was true for the long striped arm warmers, which seemed to want to bunch up around his elbow.

The cami crop top he’d gotten, knowing full well his belly was only going to get bigger, fit snuggly around his blooming chest, giving more of an impression of an actual bust at the top, while a hint of underboob spilled out from beneath.

Ace whimpered slightly as he laid in his bed, looking at himself in the mirror he’d pulled up overhead. His paws trailed over his softened features, squishing into it at various points, inspecting the newly formed rolls of dough that framed his body.

So far this whole thing had mostly just been annoying, but laying here, dolled up and on display, his heart was racing. A fire stirred within him, and he couldn’t help but adjust the panties he wore, that would probably also be too small, if not by tomorrow than the next day.

Ace goes for a little walk, and encounters his friends. This one was written in an absolute haze right before midnight, I didn't proof read it or anything, it's just going up raw. Forget that stuff I said before, bellies are where it's at.

Day 3: Walk

Ace typically spent his days holed up in the communal archive, immersed in tomes on the lore and history of the Demesne, as well as honing his magical abilities through study of theory. At least, that was the idea. In truth, Ace’s attention span often wavered, and so he would nestle into all that material and distract himself by scrolling through his phone instead.

He’d been wrapped up in that for the past few hours, but eventually, he let out a yawn that shook the shelves and stretched. “Ugh… I’ve been in here…” He glanced down at his phone again and winced, rubbing his eyes as he did so. “All day. I should take a walk or something. Get a snack…”

He pulled himself upright, a brisk mage hand putting a few of his amassed materials away, though only partially. He’d be back before too long, and even if he wasn’t exactly being productive, it was still important to him to at least seem like that was the case.

Ace’s jaunt saw him leaving the library and stepping out into the brisk autumn air of the simulated outdoors. Living on a space station, it was deemed important that all of the crew would be able to experience the great outdoors, even if only in simulation. Many of their individual rooms served this function as well, but the courtyard had the added benefit of being a properly communal space.

Yawning again, Ace reached two digits into the air, summoning the atmospheric interface to try and turn the simulated sun off, but met with an error message instead. Quick commands being turned off could only mean that he wasn’t the only person wandering through the simulated fall. To actually change it he’d need to interface with the panel directly, but that was quite a faux pas when it was safe to consider the first person who entered had probably set the specifics to their taste.

Curious who could be taking a sunlit stroll in the middle of the night, Ace began to wander around until he heard the faint sound of voices. Heading towards them, Ace was surprised to see Avery again, no longer in their miniscule gecko form, but in their proper lizard demi god glory. Any inherent majesty Avery wielded was undercut by them once again walking around with a clipboard in hand, this time taking dictated notes from a tall maned wolf.

Ace noted that Glenn was also looking quite a bit softer than normal, but it wasn’t too much of a surprise. He’d been experimenting with existing at a larger size after all. Ace didn’t exactly have anything to say, and his curiosity had been sated, so he decided he’d just walk past them and offer a polite greeting.

As he lined up with their trajectory, Ace gave a small two finger salute as he casually passed by. Glenn whispered something into Avery’s ear, who began to focus more intensely on an empty spot. It was a somewhat confusing and conspiritorial display, but Ace understood the significance of it when they finally crossed paths, and as they did so, Avery casually reached out and grabbed the lower hem of Ace’s hoodie, pulling it down.

Ace hadn’t been expecting to be touched, which was already strange, but such a motion… Ace quickly grabbed the hem himself as his tail fluffed out behind him and Glenn spoke. “Your belly was hanging out. I doubt it was intentional, you should find a hoodie that fits a bit better.”

“Oh come on, you know it’s rude to point that out, and besides, I don’t…-” Ace paused, face heating up beneath his fur as he tried and failed to pull his hoodie down once again. Instead he pulled it up, revealing that the slim and flat abdomen he’d been honing had puffed out into a small mound of fat. Nothing grandiose, but enough to gently fold over the waistband of his shorts, and more noticeably, caused his top to not cover him all the way.

Whenever he was this thin, he liked to dress in clothes that were tailored just so, which had the draw back of making even small changes to his figure notable. Well, it certainly didn’t seem all that small as he tugged on his hoodie again as if that would just get rid of the mound of pudge. “Ok, maybe I am getting a bit of a belly, but it’s just cause… nnn.. Nevermind…”

Glenn laughed aloud, clearly amused by the flustering his command had caused, and approached Ace himself. His long dextrous fingers slid up and under Ace’s hoodie, gripping his whole belly in a gentle squeeze. “Perhaps a few too many snacks at the library? It’s a good look, don’t worry about it.”

The sudden squeeze and teasing made Ace’s head swim just a bit, head shaking as he stammered to come up with a response, but the pair were already moving forward, laughing between themselves and discussing their plans.