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“W-wait! Le’me off this thing! I don’t want to eat any more!”

“It’s ok! You won’t be! I hope you aren’t one of those girls who are afraid of the doctors!”

“Doctors? Wait a---“

The jolt of the conveyer belt beneath her grinding to a halt cut her off in mid sentence. Her chair bindings were released with a gentle click, before another set of mechanical manacles swept in to take over. Before long, the dazed dog-girl was immediately hoisted upside-down by her feet, leaving her arms to dangle about freely at one end as her bulbous belly sloshed precariously over her non-existent chest. Remembering that she was still stark naked, she tried her best to cover up her exposed sex with the end of her furred tail.

“KYAAAHHH!!! Whadaya think you’re doing you perverted feline! You’re not going to fill me up with ice-cream down there too are you?!”

“Oh good-heavens no! That’s completely unsanitary! I’m just going to plump your butt up a little. Trust me~Nyah! After consuming so much dairy sweetener, I assure you that you’ll hardly feel a thing!”

Unable to see over the ridge of her unyielding stomach, the frightened dog-girl could do no more than hang miserably, suspended a few feet in the air. From the reflection of the metallic seat below her, she could see a pair of hypodermic needles so comedically enormous, that they had to be Lindt’s form of a practical joke. The realism of those implements was soon proven as they injected a cold gel-like substance onto the surface of her exposed derriere rather than into it.

“C-C-C-COLD!”

Shivers wracked the Tori’s hanging form and resonated through the spherical bulge of her stomach. The swinging dog-girl hugged her belly as close as she could for comfort as it jostled precariously atop her naked chest. The needles were tracing intricate patterns of strange smelling goo over the tops of her cheeks as though they were attempting to ice a cake. Once both syringes were empty, the wave of hands came by a gain to pat down the intricately lotion patterns, before smoothing them over like a brick-layer’s trowel. Each pass seemed more pleasurable than the last, forcing the dog-girl’s eyes to roll back into her head slightly as her tongue lolled out the side of her upside-down mouth.

“Feels good doesn’t it? That’s just a small stimulant to help out with the next phase. This butter-milk gel was originally designed as a suntan lotion when we were curious to see whether or not eggs actually cooked on the sidewalk on hot days. Unfortunately, we never did find out if that was possible because of the lotion’s…er…side effects.”

“Side effects?!” was Tori’s immediate thought as she reluctantly snapped from her near orgasmic bliss. “First she stuffs me like a thanksgiving turkey and now she makes me her guinea pig! W-what’s going to happen to me?!”

“Oooh! I think it’s starting to begin! Don’t worry Tori, I assure you that it’s nothing bad. You can even watch what happens on these mirrors if you like”

Setting down her half-finished bowl of ice cream atop the machine control panel, Lindt watched the upside-down Tori’s struggles slowly begin to lessen as the lotion took effect. Not wanting to miss an instant of what was sure to be a tantalizing transformation, she pressed a button to focus all the laboratory cameras on the dog girl’s dainty derriere. This was definitely something to watch for later.

It started off slow at first, as the pale regions of condensed lotion completed their absorption into their target’s behind. Each athletically sculpted hip started to tingle as Tori felt the flesh which framed her hips begin to grow tighter and tighter, swelling to match the protruding gut which dangled in front of her. Who knew that growing big might have been so pleasurable.

“M-my a**…I can actually feel it growing beneath me…and it feels…wonderful!”

Lost to the pleasure of her rapidly widening hips and cheeks, the dangling dog girl could only watch with a sense of uncontrollable satisfaction as she began to grow more bottom-heavy by the second. The 200 pound mark would come and go as her broadening a** began to develop a noticeable overlap where her inverted legs and buttocks now gently melted, leaving a thinning crack as her cheeks began to flow over. No cellulite would emerge however as the elasticity of the lotion against her dark chocolate skin proved more amazing than she had ever thought possible.

“*Ah~!* L-lind p-please! L-let me down from here! I-I’ll go crazy if my butt gets any bigger! It’ll burst!”

“Just a bit longer Nyah~! You’re nearly finished! And don’t worry about the size of your buns, the lotion will take care of those too.”

She was growing immense. The dog girl’s athletic slimness was becoming little more than a faint memory as her inverted body began to adopt an extreme pear shape from the influence of her rapidly swelling rear-end. Tori chewed on her bottom lip anxiously as she reached behind her stuffed forefront only to have her palms sink into the rippling valley of her ballooning mountains.

Space was running out quickly around her lower half as her inner thighs were pressed tighter than twin tubes of toothpaste. The once perfectly rounded belly she bore was quickly being padded by creeping layers of cushiony fat, causing her already sizable stomach to plumpen up even more. The combined pressure from her hips and waist would soon force her tail free from its position across her naked crotch as the bottom-heavy beauty rocketed towards the 250 pound range….and beyond!

“Ooooh she’s starting to get pretty big now, all belly and butt. Who knows, she might even grow bigger than me! Though I really wanna see if that could happen, there’s something else that I really wanna know. Let’s take a look inside Tori’s baggie and see what she’s been hiding from little ol’ me!”

With the dog girl’s steady metamorphosis from slender-track star figure to that of one that looked to belong to a woman who spend almost every waking minute of the day eating being safely recorded, Lindt was finally free to fulfil the first of her alternate motives. That curious white sack which Tori had brought with her was unguarded at last, much to the pleasure of the cat girl’s curious hands.

“Easy…easy…mama-Lindt’s just gonna take a quick look….stupid knots…why the heck did she have to tie them so tightly!” echoed Lindt’s frustrated thoughts as her fat fingers fumbled with the tight bow at the top. “Whatever’s in here must be super secret if she’s got this much security! Nyahhhh~ secrets like this always send shivers down my spine.”

Lindt loved mysteries. The more mysterious they were the better. So too did her passion reflect throughout her globular form. Inches of giddy flesh rippled with delight as the first knot came undone, reaching from her pudgy fingers right down to the base of her bloated forearm. The quivering sensation met at her broad shoulders before travelling through the expansiveness of her torso, riding up and down the curves of her creamy white breasts and belly like a run-away rollercoaster. Each arc traversed across her soft flesh only causing it to build up speed.

Her rhythmic jiggling was only amplified even more as the tingling sensation finally reached the junction between her tail and her thighs. As one set of impulses traversed the thunderous plains of her rump’s continuous girth before terminating at the tips of her curled toes, the other send a happy wagging motion down the length of her red-ribboned tail. It was then when Lindt heard the noise.

*Clink*

“Clink?”

There was indeed a clink. As video surveillance would reveal later on, the pseudo-scientist cat-girl had completely forgotten the two most important factors in her pursuit of irrelevant knowledge. The first being, ‘Always finish your bowl of ice-cream before leaving it on top of expensive consoles’, and the second being ‘Mind your tail’. If both were disregarded under any circumstances, the resulting consequences tended to be dire. This just so happened to be one of those times.

*BZZZZTTZZZZZTT*

A sharp crackle of an electrical current tore through the keyboard consol of the gaining machine as a narrow trickle of melted strawberry and vanilla blend mingled with the wires and cables beneath. Though Lindt had considered the thought of ice-cream based liquid cooling for her computers to work in theory, this wasn’t entirely what she had in mind. Needless to say, she soon discovered that there are some doors which science was never meant to open.

“W-what’s happening now?! Lindt! LINDT! ANSWER ME!”

The bag of mysteries would have to wait as Lindt rushed towards the fried consol and then towards the thick plating which separated her from her new friend. The folds of her rotund belly squashed up against the glass, flattening and stretching her belly-button like a grandma tugging at a child’s swollen cheek, as she watched in silent awe. The machine was powering through into the final phase without her commands. Her fingers fumbled for the intercom as she hurriedly explained what was about to happen.

“Nyah~oh! Uh…right…ok…L-listen Tori, it appears that we’re having a bit of a malfunction here! It was only supposed to make you gain to the same size as me but it’s going ahead into the final proto-type phase without my authorization! We’ve never tested what happens at this stage before! There are so many factors to consider, like what you’ve been eating, and your genetic make–up, and—“

“Lindt please!” Tori pleaded as her fattened calves struggled in their leg manacles. “Just tell me what’s going on?!”

“I-I don’t know what’s going to happen to you exactly…but I hope you have money for a new set of bras…”

Those were the last words Tori heard before she was violently yanked through the air by the mechanical hands, still swaying about wildly despite her newly added weight. She could feel the ice-cream within her loop the loop as the platform she was strung from darted erratically about before unceremoniously dropping her into the restraints of what looked to be a reclining armchair on wheels. The contraption raced ahead without giving her sizable stomach a chance to catch up.

“OOOF! W-where is this thing taking me?! I-I wanna get off!”

The helpless dog-girl worriedly looked over her shoulder towards Lindt’s control box, drawing comfort from the sight of the flabby feline attempting to fix her machine. That feeling of reassurance was made less when Tori noted that her ‘calm and collected’ methodologies resembled little more than a mashing an assortment of buttons with her chubby palms. The feelings had completely dissolved when she felt a pair of hands descend from the ceiling and strap to her chest a pair of clear, plastic cones.

“No…don’t tell me…This isn’t what I th---“

The steady sound of a rumble of machinery drawing ever closer silenced her inner monologue as she felt pressure beginning to build along the lines of the tubing from the cones. Something was coming towards her, A LOT of something.

“Lindt! LINDT! You’d better hurry up in there!”

“I’m trying Tori! I’m trying! Just hold on for a couple of minutes!”

“I don’t think I even have a couple of seconds! Hurry! It’s coming!”

Tori spied a hint of golden cream-colored liquid swirling down the length of tubing in the distance like milk down a child’s swirly straw. Scratch that, it was more like a frothy bullet racing towards her exposed, soft-pink nipples now hard with fear atop her flat chest. Should so much liquid come straight at her so quickly, whatever changes this machine would make to her body, were sure to be drastic. She shut her eyes and screamed.

“LINDT! PLEASE! SAVE ME!”

“Nyah~Nyah~NYAH! Almost got it! Almost got it!....Gotta hurry!”

She was all out of ideas. Lindt had tried pleading with it, she had tried singing to it and she even offered it the exclusive privilege of having those mechanical hands caress her weighty knockers whilst giving her a belly rub and feeding session. Her 6 foot thick patience had finally been worn down to a nub. If a fat cat-girl fight it wanted, a fat cat-girl fight it would get.

“Stupid machine! Why won’t you work like I want you to? I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”

With her lab coat sleeves rolled halfway up her chunky arms, the fuming, fatty-feline charged towards the machine control panel. There was no plan; there was no afterthought, only several hundred pounds of wobbling breast, belly and butt all jiggling in synchronized motion. Lindt’s puffy cheeks puffed out even more with her pent up frustration as she blindly charged at her target, completely unaware that the bag she had been trying to open was lying between her and her target.

“Hanyaaaaaah!”

Lindt had slipped. The bags contents had spilt during her scuffle with the unresponsive consol and now lay in a heap across the waxed, laboratory floor. One false move atop the nearest pair of lavender scented lingerie was all it took to get the curvaceous kitty-girl airborne.

She was flying. A rush of adrenaline filled her squishy form as she seamlessly sailed through the airspace of the room. Her weight and shaped proved to be quite aerodynamic as Lindt felt the tickle of the slipstream passing over her multitude of squishy curves. The brief gust generated by her body in motion fluttered her lab coat and miniskirt to expose the pink panties she wore beneath. Her voluptuous thighs and hips bulged forward like the nose of a Boeing-747, dipping just slightly as she began her speedy decent.

As often happens during such situations, time slowed to a crawl as she hurtled toward the computer console. A 280 pound blimp of a cat girl was on a collision course. With no way to stop herself, all Lindt could do was take final note of what had caused her brief aerial sojourn before feeling the chill of the station’s metal tower giving way like a cardboard shack. Such was the force of sheer destructive softness that came in the form of her cushiony rump.

“Nyah? Are those…panti--?!”

A miniature explosion rocked the main control room, sending shockwaves across the laboratory walls. Tori’s closed eyes immediately shot open as she attempted to look behind to see what had become of the eccentric cat-girl. Unable to completely turn as the result of her armchair cuffs, she could only stare stupidly ahead as she was quickly reminded that the torrent of liquid entered the final stretch of tubing. It was still coming, it was still making a beeline right towards her chest and it was…slowing down?

Ten inches to go, and the cream was still coming down at a fairly speedy rate. Tori’s pert, pink areola tingled with a mixed sense of anticipation and dread as the tubing leading towards them grew stiff from the force of the mixture. The frothy bubbles at the head of the tube ware starting to drag behind as the viscous fluid within applied more and more pressure in the opposite direction.

“No…no…please!”

Five inches to go, and the thickness of the cream was made only more apparent. Tori could see that what she had initially believed to be a watery solution was in fact quite gelatinous in appearance as it diverged down two separate paths of clear plastic. The torrent had become a trickle but it still continued to still push towards the top the dome of her ice-cream filled belly.

“Gotta get out! Gotta get out! I want to go home!!!”

Three inches still to go, sending Tori’s mind raced a mile a minute. She watched with bated breath as the torrent entered the shielded length of piping leading up to the plunger-like cups over her humble AAs. The gelatinous goo within the tube had become a thick paste, hardening faster than quick-dry concrete. She hoped in silent prayer that it would not leak.

“It won’t slow down fast enough! It’s going to touch! It’s going to touch! W-what’s it going to do to me?!”

One inch to go, Tori’s struggles for freedom had reached breaking point as she tried to pull herself free. The condensed custard filling squeezed itself out of the tube like a frosting, pouring out as a congealed, tooth-paste style mass. Millimetre by painful millimetre, she whimpered softly in slim hopes that she would be saved.

The tiniest dollops of warm cream, not even enough to fill a bottle cap lightly brushed upon her erect nipples before the tubing was yanked away by a familiar, flabby hand.

“Lindt! You’re alive!”

Slightly charred but otherwise in one piece, the cat-girl’s perfect pale skin was now comparably darker to delighted dog girl’s own. Her long silvery hair had splotches of black soot on it, but still somehow managed to regally flow down to conceal the exposed regions of her tattered clothing. One chubby breast, protected by her scorched boob-tube top, flopped over the top of her bulging belly. Its single exposed n****e bounced in tempo to the rhythm of Lindt’s exhausted breathing.

“Tori…*hah*…how much of that stuff…*ah*…touched your breasts?”

“Um…about three drops worth maybe? W-why do you ask?”

“It’s very important that you tell me…*pah*…Do you feel anything…*nyah~n*…different?”

“I-I don’t think so…M-my chest feels a little itchy from being cupped…but otherwise I—Ooohhhhh~”

The tingling sensation intensified as Tori felt her chest starting to grow hot. She looked down to inspect her humble mounds only to be completely taken aback by what she saw. Where once lay pair of undersized As, now sat a bountiful duo of plump and perfect B cups.

“My chest…it’s getting…bigger?!”

The dollop of cream which had come into contact with had been completely absorbed in only a matter of seconds, sucked away like a pool of water by a thirsty plant. Her puffy areola started to enlarge and stretch, steadily plumping up until they had reached the size of the average soft-ball. They weren’t overly huge, but at least enough to fill the palms of her hands which was a lot more than she could have ever asked for. Fear was quickly replaced with jubilance as a broad smile crossed the dog girl’s face. She inwardly squealed with glee.

“B-breasts! I-I can’t believe it! They’re a good size too! I might have gained a lot of weight in the process, but it was definitely worth it for these babies!”

The growth didn’t stop there. Tori moaned in ecstasy as she felt her chest continue to rise, continue to fatten and plump. Her old insecurities began to quickly melt away, lost beneath added centimetres to her once flat bust. Passing the C range and into the Ds, the delighted dog girl had quickly forgotten all about her traumatic experience on Lindt’s machine, only asking the soot-covered cat-girl to untie her arm bindings so that she might better take a look at her curvaceous cups.

“Look Lindt! Look at them bounce!” Tori squealed as rose to her feet. “This is the happiest day of my life!”

“Nyah~ You’re not mad at me for what I did are you?” Lindt gingerly inquired.

“Not at all! I’ve always wished that I could have knockers like these and now I finally do! As for the weight to my belly and butt, I’m sure that I could run that off in time. It’s no big deal really.”

“Oh it’s good to hear you like having big boobs because they’re certainly not going to stop filling out there!”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Ah-nyah…It’s a super concentrated dose of my own breast milk, the key ingredient to all of my family’s products.” Lindt sheepishly began as she pressed her index fingers together in a small arch. “When combined, it acts as a chemical catalyst for a number of reactions, but in its purest form it’s the most fattening substance around. I’ve never actually seen what happens before when it’s exposed directly to another person, but only 1/100th of the dosage is required in our breast enhancement cream...”

“S-so I’m not done yet?!”

“To put it in as few words as possible…not even close nyah~”

No sooner had the words left Lindt’s mouth than the familiar heat began to surge through Tori’s chest once more. Pressure was building behind her mounting mammaries, speedily pushing her through the ranks of D, DD and finally into the EE range. Desperately trying to contain her inflating bosoms, she tried to fold her arms in a merger attempt to force them back. That explosive growth simply forced her ponderous pillows over the top and around the sides of her meaty arms.

“This isn’t filling out! This is overflowing!”

“All three chemicals are interacting with each other to balance out the weight on your body,” Lindt continued as she continued to watch Tori struggle against her titanic twins. “You should start to notice some changes…down there…as well nyah!”

And what changes they would be. Like flames to a wheat field, the building heat within her chest rolled across her body’s meaty build. The effect of Lindt’s milk was truly phenomenal, causing her to plump up even faster on all fronts. Everything about her was getting softer…wider…fatter….

“Oooohhh…ahhhh!”

Tori looked down and moaned. Her breasts continued to round out and swell, rapidly inflating like a pair of car airbags filled with fat. Rather than elongating into a pair of floppy torpedoes, they instead remained full and pert, vying for dominance over the top of her distending tummy line. Enclosing on the G cup range, she could no longer contain them with folded arms, let alone her smallish palms.

Her already blubbery rear was the next to feel her growth, swelling and stretching with equal gusto to match her engorged milk-jugs. The tops of her cheeks were exposed with butt flesh, causing her already developing a** shelf to slide further from her back. That rotund rump now exceeded the width of her shoulders without developing a single stretch mark as the lotion within kept her skin supple and smooth. They were but two inflated balloons, striking each other at the half way point before melding gently together down the thinning sliver of her crack. A total of ten inches would mark the distance between their widest point and overlapping folds which stacked on her back.

Not one, not two, but three immense rolls of fatness had quickly formed to take the place her once proud bulge of a stomach. Tori could feel her sense of fullness begin to dissipate as the ice-cream within was being speedily metabolised into more and more layers of cushiony female fat. Enclosing on the 350 pound mark, and without any clothes to restraint it, her flesh began to shift where it wanted to be. The enlargement of her belly began had caused it to sag, wobbling heavily as it settled atop her crotch. It now resembled more like the a melted chocolate egg, the stretching surface of her stomach alternating between a tight and pregnant look before melting into a blubbery mush when her stretching skin finally managed to catch up.

“Oh my gawd…I’m growing bigger than Lindt…bigger than those fox girls…as big as a house?! When will I stop growing?!”

Various comparisons crossed Tori’s mind as she watched continued to watch her once athletic figure become buried beneath added layers of lusty saturation and boundless excess. Her crotch had all but disappeared beneath her billowing apron as she crested the 440 pound mark, swallowed up by the deep bulges which had began to obscure the view of her feet. Her flabby biceps were now wide and soft, now much wider than even her thighs had been back when she was so much thinner only hours before. The flesh from her now watermelon-sized breasts was running out of places to go as another crease of fat appeared to pad just beneath the underside of her cleavage.

Initially stiff with shock as pound after permanent pound tore pumped through her once perfectly lean body, Tori somehow managed to break out of her stupefied trance just long enough to regain use of her arms. Violently separating them from the rest of her swollen form, ripples rolled through the liquid-like fat from her developing double chins right down to her blubber-laden thighs. Her hands began to travel down the sloping valleys of her sides, her fingers disappearing to the first knuckle as she prodded and mashed her new found flesh.

After a good few minutes, her explosive gain finally began to show signs of waning, slowing to a crawl and then a complete stop. The timing couldn’t have been better as the dog girl’s immense body began to groan, her skin not used to containing so much extra flesh. Tori closed her eyes and envisioned herself as a balloon near bursting point, with all of her weight focused on her breasts and belly.

A cold sweat began to form around her swollen body, dampening across her eyebrows which she instinctively mopped up with the back of a chubby arm. She could feel the drops jumping from one roll of back fat to the other as she laboriously waddled in a tight circle to face the soot-blackened Lindt.

“H-how much…how much…am I?”

“Only a single drop is required to fatten a girl up, but always stops at a standard safety weight just in case accidental exposure occurs. You might find it hard to believe Tori, but you now weigh around 580 pounds. Nyah~”

Tori’s short and scruffy black hair stood on ends as her immense shoulders began to tremble. She could hardly believe her ears. Convinced that she had probably fallen asleep in Lindt’s tub at some point and would awaken from this nightmare at any given second, she motioned to pinch herself on the top of her right butt cheek. The sweep of her upper arm fat against the surface of her giant belly was all that it took to prove her otherwise.

“F-Five hundred and e-eighty?!” Tori exclaimed as she forcefully slapped her hands against a mid-thigh length belly apron. “W-what am I supposed to do now?! I mean look at me! I’m so huge I can hardly even get out the door! I can’t live like this!”

“Wait! Wait~Nyah~! I can still fix this! All I need to do is reverse the process of the machine! At least I think I know how to…Come on! It’ll be an experiment in the name of science! I promise you it’ll be fun!”

The dog girl’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at the sound of Lindt’s suggestion.

“I think you’ve done quite enough! You’re the reason why I’m like this! You’re the reason why I can’t ever show myself in public again, y-you…you…fat loving freak!” Tori spat, fuming at the thoughts of her ruined, naked figure. “I’m leaving this madhouse and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”

With thighs bulging to the sides, she forced her 25 inches of thighs forward. Her inner thighs were now far too wide for her to separate, causing the layers of bulky flesh she had accumulated against each other with a somewhat sticky ‘SCHLOCK’ing sound. That mid-thigh length apron shifted and folded in time with the regular compressing and expanding of her tri-rolls of fat in time with her lumbering gait. Her 70 inch belly, now comparable to the circumference of a regular oil tank, wobbled energetically from side to side as she slowly made her way towards the laboratory steps.

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“W-wait! I’m sorry Tori! I didn’t mean for you to get so big! I-I just wanted to help you out! At least let me help you climb the stairs.”

“Don’t…*ah*…touch…*hah*…me…”

The banner was slick with sweat as the colossal dog girl laboriously heaved her bulk up the narrow passage. From her love handles to her thighs, Tori could feel the sides of her swollen form scrape along the sides of the cobblestone walling to leave a steady trail of perspiration like a living water-bed that had sprung a couple of leaks. The twin bloated oblong-shaped cheeks of her fleshy rear consumed the entire passageway, leaving Lindt to converse with her blubber-filled buttocks as she carefully stepped a bit at a time.

“Come on Tori! Please talk to me! It’s not really bad being so fat now is it? You can eat all you want and not have to worry about diets or anything! Say, why don’t we go get cleaned up and clothed and go out to dinner together to make up for all this. My treat nyah~”

“You…just don’t…get it…” Tori groaned as she shifted her valley of folds around the final corner. “I’d…*urgh*…NEVER…*hah-hah*…want anyone…*ah*…to see me…*gah*…like this…All of this fat…my body’s so…so….DISGUSTING!”

Now finally standing at the top of the stairway, Tori leaned exhausted against the wooden door leading back outside. What remained still visible of her mighty thighs beneath the sluggish rolls of her vast belly shuddered mightily as they scraped the walls

“Wanting to be fat…what the hell is wrong with you! Big tits or not, mobility is everything for a girl from the streets like me! You used me as your science experiment just because you were bored and then try to tell me that food will make it all better just like that?!”

“Tori…”

“I’m sorry Lindt, but not everyone you know can be bought off just like that. This is why rich people can’t be trusted…they only ever think of themselves…”

“Uh, Tori…”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go grab my clothes and go back home. Maybe if I waddle everyday for a few months I’ll regain the ability to walk normally at least…”

“TORI!”

“WHA—”

A thunderous CRRRRRRAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK of splintering wood had caught the king-sized dog-girl completely off guard despite Lindt’s attempted warnings. The flimsy door which she had been using for support had shattered underneath the force of her body’s bulk, sending Tori hurtling backwards like a naked boulder of female-flesh. Pound after pound of soft, oozing fat would cushion the obese canine fall as she slid across the mansion’s polished marble floor. Her massive calves lay spread in the air before her, with only her buttery cocoa thighs to shield her sex long enough before her belly balloon came back down to shield her from view. Adding injury to insult, the weighty endowments of her jiggling chest had been catapulted just far enough to gently slap her across the face. This was definitely not her day.

“Great…fan-freakin’-tastic…Like anything else could go wrong…”

“Ach’…Pardun meh for intrudin’ but are yuu bah any chance…a Miss Lindt Kirsa?”

Tori looked up. An upside-down, police officer with pricked wolf-ears was standing before her, staring at her inquisitively with a pen and note-pad in hand. From that thick Scottish accent and rust-coloured hair, she immediately recognized him as one of the detectives who had been tailing her for most of the evening. To make matters worse, an aurora of red and blue flickering lights reflecting off of his upside-down, shining gold badge had also let her know that the house was now completely surrounded. The panty thief was about to literally get caught with her own panties down.

“CRAP! I’m screwed! I can’t move, I can’t run, I can barely lift my own weight! What do I do?! What do I do?!”

Frozen with fear, and several hundred pounds weighing her to the ground, Tori said naught. Completely aware that she was star-fishing in the nude in front of a police officer, the nearly 600 pound dog-girl started to fret even more as she thought of the city judge adding ‘indecent exposure’ to her already long list of violations. She had one more chance, as declared during her last court hearing, before she would have to start doing some hard time. Though her thinner self might have survived the big house by the skin of her tail, jail was just no place for a fat girl of her new size.

“Well, are ye’?” the officer pressed, jabbing the rubbery end of his pencil lightly into the bulk of Tori’s paunch.

“I…I...”

“Nyah? Actually, that’s me,” interrupted Lindt as she raised a flabby arm from behind the shadow of Tori’s quivering belly. “Is there something wrong officer?”

“*Ahem* We didn’ wan-ta be botherin’ ye at this late hour, boot we’ve be’n recevin’ sum calls regardin’ a noise disturbance. Jus’ checkin’ that everythin’s okeh. You lasses be havin’ a wee parteh or somethin’?”

“Party? Nope, nothing like that going on here,” Lindt continued as she attempted to clamber across the dog-girl road block. “We were just--*Ooofff*.”

A misjudged step from a raised foot had caught on the squishy surface of the multitude of rolls before her, sending Lindt crashing down on top of the immobilized dog-girl. Their twin breasts came together with a meaty-slap, compressing from their combined weight before gently rolling over Tori’s face. Every effort to lift herself off was thwarted as the overweight cat-girl’s hands sunk ever deeper into the seemingly endless mass of tremendous belly and a** beneath. For a few moments, it seemed as though their sizable bodies were locked in an unintentional, close embrace.

“Mbhgmaghphmmh~”

“Nyah! Sorry sweetie…” Lindt apologised, immediately understanding the dog girl’s muffled words despite having a mouth stuffed full of swollen tit-flesh.

“Ah see, we all came ata ratha ‘private’ time for ye’…” the officer hurriedly continued. He coughed a little before quickly turning away to hide the look of embarrassment upon his face after witnessing that pseudo-erotic display. “Varreh sorry for the intruuusion, ah best ye be lettin’ ye carryin’ on…”

Her beyond-buxom bosom would heave a sigh of relief. Dropping the cat girl who lay upon them by around half an inch and allowing her dangling hands and feet to reach the floor once more, Tori silently watched those upside-down boots steadily clop away. Lindt’s contact with a harder surface was a short lived experience as she felt herself elevated once more as the officer suddenly hesitated. It was as though he had been reminded of something important.

“Oh...an’ one marrr thin’, ye lasses wouldn’ta seen ah girl wit’ a sack-o pantehs on her back bah any chance would ye? Me an’ the boys out front ‘ave been lookin’ fuur a panteh thief who ran inta this area sometime this evenin’. Yur friend here looks a little familiar if you don’ mind me sayin...”

Tori’s blood immediately ran cold as the color began to drain from her face. Lindt wouldn’t really sell her out would she? She wasn’t that cold hearted right? The silent dog girl immediately reflected over the harsh words exchanged between the two of them on the steps and regretted doing so. Her fate rested in the chubby palms currently latched onto her gelatinous love-handles.

“It’s alright…keep calm…Lindt’s not the kind of girl to hold a grudge...”

“Nyah, she does? Maybe if you tell me what she looks like, maybe I can identify the girl you’re looking for” came Lindt’s immediate, smiling reply as she rolled off of Tori’s waterbed body proportions.

“SHE IS! SHE IS! I’M DOOMED!”

“Weell,” the officer began as he pulled out a note book at his side. “the lass we be lookin’ fur would be--”

“Did she have full, thick thighs like this?” interrupted Lindt as she squeezed a handful of Tori’s bloated upper thigh, easily the width of a large throw cushion.

“Weell, actually she’s—”

“She’s got a big, sexy belly like this?” Lindt continued as she fondled handful after handful of Tori’s abundant rolls, their dark-chocolate texture melting between her chubby palms.

“Actually no, but she does have—”

“Have a great big a** like this, nyah~” Lindt emphasised as she rolled Tori onto her side in order to show off the great folds of her wobbling butt-cheeks, sending them into a river of motion as Lindt gave them a hearty slap.

“Miss Lindt, wouldn’tcha please just allow meh to finish!” the officer forcefully interjected, allowing his professional composure to slip a little upon viewing that brief tour of female flesh. “Ahem, as ah was sayin’, the onleh distinguishin’ feature the lass we’re lookin fur has is a tattoo of a heart atop her right breast.”

A soft ‘oh’ shape escaped Lindt’s mouth as a knowing look appeared upon her face. Gone was the scatter-brained, personality, replaced completely by that of a sexy femme fatale. Tori could hardly believe the near instantaneous change which had come over the pale cat-girl as she sensually cupped each bloated sphere of breast meat and tweak her shot-glass-sized nipples.

“Oh, so you’re a breast man are you? Well, feel free to look all you like. My Victoria’s all natural/ I’ll have you know that there’s nothing artificial about these puppies. I’m sure she’ll let you have a feel…if you promise to be gentle…”

“What’s gotten into her? It’s as though she’s become totally different! And…when did I become ‘Victoria’?”

Trying hard not to let Lindt’s lusty imagery get in the way of duty, the officer gulped hard before cautiously gazing into the floor-bound dog girl’s jiggling rolls of chest fat. There was indeed a tattoo upon this girl’s right breast, but it was nowhere near the heart-shape which the reports had described. This girl’s tattoo was clearly that of a distorted peach, no doubt stretched out from the years it took her to put on all that weight.

“Err, it seems as though ah was mistaken. This lass clearly isn’t who we’re lookin fur,” the officer bashfully replied, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from those oversized milk tanks. “Once again, so sorry to trouble ye. H-Have a gooood neight then Miss Lindt and Miss Victoria.”

And with that, the wolf-eared detective immediately took his leave leaving the two girls alone once more at the centre of the hall. Through a bit of effort, and a helping hand, Lindt eventually lifted Tori back to her flabby feet, allowing her belly to sag over her privates once more.

“T-that was amazing! Where did you learn to act like that?”

“Learn? It’s just some common sense nyah~! Now that you’ve got breasts, hips and a belly there are plenty of new perks and possibilities for you to gain if you just flaunt your body a little nyah~ It’s one of the finer points of being overweight!”

“I suppose…but from where I come from, that stuff never works if you’ve got a serious gut like this. I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do when I get back….” Tori lamented as she squeezed the pounds of her paunch. “Thanks again for not turning me in though…I guess rich people aren’t so bad after all.”

“No, wait! Don’t go nyah~”

A second set of hands embraced her from behind, helping to give her curves a hearty squeeze. Lindt played with Tori’s fat, massaging it, folding it and even giving it a final firm shake for good measure as though it were a magic 8 ball. The feel of her probing fingertips being swallowed by the deep gorges of that growing gut had given the curious cat girl an idea.

“Tell you what Tori, why don’t you stay with me for a while whilst I get the machine fixed. If you really don’t like being so fat, I can have you back to your old skinny self in a few weeks time. In the mean time, you need a place to stay for a while that will accommodate your size after all and my mansion is the best place to do it! I’ll teach you everything there is to know about the rules of being big if you help me out with a few experiments I had in mind.”

“Experiments? Like what?” inquired Tori as she watched Lindt pull out a mobile phone from the tattered piece of lab coat pocket still caught beneath her lower most belly fold and hit the first button on her speed-dial.

“Like how much pizza a couple of big girls like us can eat in one night nyah~! All of this talk of weight has really given me an appetite!”