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Kikatsu happily noted that while that fateful Tuesday morning stroll had started off its melody on a rather sour and altogether bizarre note, through his clever orchestrations the tune had righted itself for the remainder of the day and allowed him to enjoy the afternoon with minimal interruption aside from a brief ringing in his head that unbeknownst to the kitsune (but knownst to you, the reader, as of now) would serve as the trigger for the real onset of his troubles the following day, troubles our hefty hero would not anticipate even with the farthest reaches of the wildest bits of his imagination.
Which was not to say that the dearth of anticipation even within the farthest reaches of the wildest bits of Kikatsu’s imagination was entirely unfounded, as ominous, foreshadowing ringing in his noggin’ notwithstanding, his evening consisted of a pleasant snack of six buckets of fried chickens, nearly four pounds of biscuits and potatoes each, more than two gallons of gravy to smother it all in, and three tubs of ice cream to wash that massive feast down to boot. Needless to say, after an hour of the best reruns of That 70s show had blared out from the cheap television set in his house and into the drooping ears of the ambulatory kitsune, it was a very stuffed, very content Kikatsu that pleasantly drifted aboard the train to Dream Land and promptly devoured all of its candy-coated citizens in a blissful fit of narcoleptic gluttony.
This made it all the more strange, then, for Kikatsu to wake up and behold a sight that, while completely surprising and bewildering, was not altogether unfamiliar to him, just a very distant and unexpected one: for the first time in years, he laid eyes on his knees. Not entirely grasping the severity of his situation, the kitsune yawned, rubbing his eyes, and stretched out his body… and felt a most disturbing lack of its usual wobbling accompaniment. Suddenly he was wide awake, and it took him three blinks before it finally hit him like an avalanche bowling over a small Scandinavian midget named Ericson the Pint.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed loud and long, throwing arms slender and slim up to a face no longer cushioned with soft blubber, instead feeling firm and taut to the touch. His once-proud stomach that had for so long ballooned far past his waistline had receded to a size small enough that even the most petite rolls had disappeared, his juicy love handles now nothing more than a distant memory. His legs, which not more than twelve hours ago had bulged and quivered with adipose ripe for the fondling, now rushed forward with unsurprising speed considering their newfound trimness as Kikatsu dashed frantically out of his room, absolutely devastated by this mysterious turn of events.
From outside the tanuki brothers watched mischeviously, each softly chuckling to himself at the sight of the distressed kitsune. “Tell me, brother, is this what you had promised for the arrogant fox? It certainly seems fitting enough punishment to me!” Chiro exclaimed, looking expectantly up at the older of the twins. That same devilish grin thrice used in part one again found itself plastered across Moi’s face, and he shook his head in answer to the younger one’s question.
“It is… satisfactory, brother… but merely a prelude to the real play. Act one begins as soon as he discovers the little treat that I left for him whilst he dozed and you drained away his girth. Oh, it shall be most amusing, brother, most amusing indeed!” And that devilish grin spread across Chiro just as widely as it had for Moi when the pair saw the true fruits of their plan blooming as the distressed kitsune stumbled into the kitchen.
“This is… this is just a bad dream… a nighthorse or whatever you call it…” Kikatsu muttered to himself, wiping the nervous sweat from his (thankfully, still bountifully bushy) brow as he leaned against the stove, trying very hard to slow down his racing heartbeat. It was as he stood there in his kitchen, gasping for a steady breath, that he noticed something in his calm that his panic had seemingly blinded him from before. A plate of donuts, precariously piled plentifully into a pyramid peaking at the precipice of Kikatsu’s forehead, rested ever so tantalizingly right in front of the distraught kitsune.
“How strange… I don’t remember buying these…” he murmured quietly to himself, his panic dissipating as it was slowly replaced by a more level-headed confusion. A thunderous gurgle from his tummy cut off all other thoughts, however, and left the suddenly starving kitsune with just one: eat those donuts. And eat them he did, practically pouncing on the pile as he shoveled donut after donut into his gaping maw where each tumbled into what must’ve been a mile-deep chasm where his stomach was, hardly feeling full in the slightest as he wolfed down donuts five, eight, sixteen, and onward, completely absorbed in his impromptu binge.
In fact, he was so absorbed that he failed to notice the ‘reemergence’, so to speak, of his former figure which, like a bizarre and magical pool toy suddenly being pumped full to bursting with air, began to balloon out back into the shape he’d had before waking up. Slowly but surely his stomach started to stretch softly beyond his waistband, his rapidly inflating legs bearing the brunt of his gut as his knees were once again swallowed and returned to the darkness of his underbelly, just barely leaving him enough leg to walk properly. And in spite of the soft, doughy roundness returning to his face and making his blubbery muzzle quiver with each donut practically inhaled into his greedy mouth, it wasn’t until Kikatsu had polished off the last pastry and stopped long enough to see that his twig-thin arm was now nearly as thick as his legs had been.
By the time he’d finished his gluttonous breakfast, as it were, he had swelled far past the previous day’s girth, and where before the kitsune had been merely titanic, he was now mountainous, an absolute goliath of girth seemingly stuffed to the seams with blubber. Taking a step back from the counter, Kikatsu paused momentarily to take himself in, marveling as excitedly at this newfound transformation as he had fearfully at the one he’d endured naught more than twenty minutes ago.
He felt for his face, first, and found that his cheeks had swollen to the size of watermelons, his head almost completely spherical from his newfound blubber, and as he smiled he felt a new third chin wobble in delightful synchronicity. Those same paws, themselves feeling like gloves stuffed with fat, topped off with fingers wide as fully-blown sausages and five times as heavy, crept down away from the kitsune’s face, ambling along down his bloated sides. Kikatsu shivered at the feel of those juicy love handles, overflowing with rich, doughy fat, and in turn grinned as his fat hands rubbed an even fatter stomach, firm from its stuffing and flaring nearly four feet out in front of the rest of his torso, a perfect counterbalance to his mountainous mound of a chest, his flabby bowling-ball pectorals coming to rest ever so nicely on the lovely largess of his monumental gut. The kitsune blushed as his blubbery hands at last came to rest on the massive expanse of his rear which, by his estimate stuck out nearly as far as his titanic midsection, layered and cushioned with pound after delicious pound of flab, even spreading as far as his tails, which all felt a little wider around.
Flinging on the loosest t-shirt and sweatpants he could scrounge up out of his closet (which even at an XXXXXXXXL felt practically claustrophobic when strapped around the bulging waistline and torso of the enormous kitsune), Kikatsu giddily ran outside, shouting, “HA! I’m big again! I’m Tom Hanks in reverse! Take that, universe!”
“Indeed, you are quite the mammoth fox there, my kind sir…” Moi intoned ominously from Kikatsu’s right, just barely visible in the fox’s peripheral, “and it would seem that you have still not stopped growing just yet.” On this cue Chiro eagerly pounded upon the kitsune’s swollen gut… and much to the poor kitsune’s utter astonishment that gut swelled out even more, seemingly magically lifting itself up with a newfound pressure as it expanded up and out, further and higher and higher and further! Five feet, six feet, seven feet – its inflation went on unabated, and much to Kikatsu’s horror it wasn’t limited to his stomach! He felt his legs wobbling as they slowly spread out, shivering as he felt the blubber of his left heel brushing against his right, and still the inflation continued! Kikatsu reflexively threw his arms up to his face from the shock of it all – or at least tried to, as the last shreds of muscle still intact along his arms was rapidly buried underneath the expanding fat, pinning his arms to love handles now jutting out precariously on either side of him, his former pear-like figure rapidly fading into the shape of a furry beach ball! With a whimper he felt even his broad backside inflating, that truly titanic rear stretching and swelling until, with a terrified shudder from the kitsune, it brushed ever so delicately against the chilled wood of his front door.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity the inflation stopped, Kikatsu’s heart pounding from both the trepidation of what had become of him as well as a curious, almost frightful excitement over just what was going to happen next. Though he was still standing tall and straight on legs now thick as barrels and five times the weight, the kitsune was frozen in place by sheer tonnage, the entirety of his muscle completely overcome by the pounds upon pounds upon pounds of raw, toneless flab now stacked so heavily upon his frame. He gasped as he felt four chubby, furry little paws come to rest somewhere on the oceanic mass of his stomach, firmly clenching the blubber and eliciting a panicked moan from Kikatsu.
“It seems such a shame, doesn’t it brother? Such a lovely balloon, and yet on its own it can’t do anything more than gather dust on the ground,” Moi said slyly, winking at his brother. Chiro grinned back, and braced himself for what was to come next. “I think we’d better do this balloon a favor… and help it get airborne!”
“Wha- n-n-NOOOOOOO!!!!” Kikatsu screamed as he felt the twin tanukis lift him up effortlessly, another sharp pant escaping the fox as he felt their paws sink deeper into the folds of his gut.
“A most lovely side effect of your ‘power of absorption’, fox, endowed us with the knowledge of your abilities… and furthermore, bestowed upon you one of ours. Unfortunately, I daresay you’re quite a bit less skilled than us at controlling the power of inflation!” Moi cackled, reveling in the panic he’d created in the kitsune.
“And now, we sincerely hope you enjoy your new life as the world’s first furry blimp!” Chiro exclaimed. And before Kikatsu even had the chance to muster out a proper comeback, he felt himself being heaved into the air, drifting higher, higher, higher up into the sky, watching those fat raccoons fading away into mere specks on the horizon even as they laughed at his poor misfortune…
“NOOOOOOO!!!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE THAT KIND OF BLIMP!” Kikatsu shouted, flinging the sheets off himself. Wait… the sheets? He blinked and looked around, first at the room, then himself. Curiously, he poked and prodded his gut. It was no longer skinny like the first time he woke up, nor anywhere near as gargantuan as it had been when he was flying… it was his normal, wobbly old tummy, or at least as normal as a vast stomach could be on a kitsune. His arms, his legs, even his rump – they had all returned to normal, just as he’d remembered them the evening before.
“It was… it was just a dream…” He muttered reassuringly to himself, rubbing his gut hungrily as it gurgled, suddenly craving some donuts. “Hm… maybe I should get some for those raccoons too, just to play it safe…”
Just outside his window, Moi and Chiro triumphantly high-fived one another, Chiro pumping his fist proudly in the air. “That was great, brother! The look on his face when he started to expand…! Classic!”
“Yes… and whenever he forgets about the donuts… well, another ‘dream’ should fix him right up…” Moi said in reply, licking his fat lips, anticipating the pastry feast awaiting him just around the corner. Best of all, he’d taught Kikatsu a lesson: No one messes with the Brothers Moichiro and gets away with it… not even a fat fox spirit.