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https://docs.google.com/document/d/.....8sCG5Nd9M/edit
A short Alina based weightgain tale which I'm fairly proud of :P I've never really used her for such fatty things before and wanted to explore that avenue with some cheap vampire fats, so, enjoy XP (Note: The google docs version has correct use of italics and such, I'd recommend that version for a less compressed read.)
“Grrrrllll…”
The sound permeated the still air of the vast hillside mansion that vampiress Alina Luminita called home. The lynxess groaned as she awoke from her slumber, nestled within her silken sheeted bed with a paw drifting to her abdomen. Another, hollow “Grrrrrr…” emanated from it. The cravings of the night had hit, it seemed. Being a vampire, one would expect Alina to placate these nocturnal rumblings by draining the blood of some unfortunate victim, but she was in fact a being of standards and morals, and fund the idea to be repugnant. Instead, Alina was actually quite the chocoholic, and was addicted to sugar, as her figure somewhat betrayed; thick, voluminous hips and thighs with an astoundingly bubbly butt, and a chest like a pair of ripe cantaloupes dominated her appearance, giving the vampire a lovely curvaceous form. All that chocolate binging usually went to those areas. Usually.
Licking her lips, and taking care not to prick her tongue on her own fangs, she got dressed into a black shirt and matching black jeans, before slipping on her red coat and akubra. Perfect for nighttime raidings, and stylish to boot. Smiling over her appearance in the mirror, she used her vampiric magics to transform into a small bat and took off out the window, a night of chocolatey goodness awaited…
Her first target was that small sweet shop on the outskirts of town that she often visited in the day. It always had such delicious treats behind its countertops...lots of delicious treats. Chocolates, candies, small cakes. Alina landed in front of the store and reverted to her normal form, it wasn’t very secure, and had no reason to be. Why would anyone rob a small candy store? Well, anyone but Alina that was. Her powerful sense of smell caught the scent of the sugary delights within its walls, stimulating her into drooling as her stomach grumbled a loud “Grrrrrrrble” in anticipation of her feast.
“Easy girl…” she cooed to her midsection, rubbing it. “Just a few more minutes~”
Her other, equally as stealthy power came into play here; mist form. The vampiress dissolved into a creeping white fog and slipped underneath the door, pouring into the shop before reforming. Oh my, it was brimming with goods for such a small establishment, the shelves were practically overflowing! Sugar, chocolate and fruity scents filled Alina’s nostrils and she shuddered a little, it was overpowering. The shop had no camera, and the alarm was only rigged to go off if someone had opened that door, meaning that she was free to do as she pleased with the contents. A positively ecstatic grin plastered over her face as she got took handfuls of snacks from the boxes to the sides, in front of the till, and began to stuff her face.
Entire packets of chocolate and bags of jellies disappeared down her gullet as Alina wolfed them down greedily.She was so enraptured with eating that she didn’t notice that as she devoured the junky, unhealthy snacks, a bulge formed on her stomach, slowly rising her shirt up and exposing the lighter brown fur of her belly against the darker beige of the rest of her body. And it just kept expanding. Each few gulps caused it to balloon more, until it was quite prominent. Only Alina ceasing her gluttony to belch caused her to notice it.
“Oof...mm, forgot I was stretchy.” she chuckled, before going right back to her glutting.
She grunted as each surge of growth to her stomach caused her belt to dig into her flesh just a little bit more, eventually boiling down to her undoing it, allowing her growing gut to breath, and a sigh of relief escaping her lips. By the time she’d polished off the shelves of food, Alina was considerably bloated; a stomach that was as large as a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy, and about as taunt. A delicate paw caressed its expanse and a contented giggle elicited from the cat-bat. Whining, watery gurgles bubbled within her tummy, barely masking the grumbles of empty space still pining to be filled.
“Mmmph...that I can’t fly or use my magic like this, I need to distribute this weight!” she thought to herself.
Breathing out, and yelping as the sudden movement of her stomach caused the button of her jeans to pop off and unzip them, Alina moved her arms out and focused, she had another trick up her sleeve, although she would have to deal with the consequences of it later. Purple magic glowed with her open palms and began to snake its way down her arms, spreading over her bloated form and causing her to glow with a fuschia aura. Her stomach gurgled and began to shrink somewhat, but the rest of her began to grow. Fat was processed from the calorie intake and spread across her body, Her already large backside began to swell, straining her jeans as her butt cheeks pushed against them, even beginning to spill over the waistband a little. Her thighs got more thunderous, and her breasts blimped out, going beyond their already melonous size and rising above her shirt like dough in an oven, causing small rips here and there. Lastly, her stomach became softer, hanging over her crotch like a fluffy sack of jello, jiggling with her movements.
“Hoo...I’ll need to work this off later, but for now...it’ll do.” she admired herself, enjoying her growth.
“Grrrrrrrrrllll...brrrgle…”
Another empty growl. Alina sighed and patted her jiggling flub, she still had time in the night to indulge. And she knew just where else to take her enlarged self.
The local ice cream shop, another business with little security and plenty of tempting treats for munchies afflicted burglars. And for the squishier feline, it was an irresistible target. The pitch black night hid the plus sized bat that slowly flew down before it, before the mist flowed into the ice cream emporium. Alina’s face lit up at just how much was available, there were literally dozens of flavors! Her belly practically roared at the sight. She wasted no time in grabbing tub after tub of the stuff and using her hands to shovel it into her maw, getting ice cream all down her front. A curious effect of her metabolism based magic, used earlier to distribute her fat, was that it continued to have effect for up to several hours after being cast.
Each tub of ice cream that Alina ploughed through caused an eruption of increased doughiness to her figure, causing her to balloon in size. Her poor clothes stood no chance, as a cascade of ripping, tearing cloth gave away their slow but steady destruction, even down to her coat, leaving her only wearing her hat by the time she was a few dozen buckets in. Her stomach became a rolling, rippling mass of blubber, hanging down almost to her knees, as her buttocks became a dimply, sofa destroying mass. Her breasts had swelled beyond reasonable size into bean chair level globes of fat as well. Her face was cradled by tennis ball sized cheeks and a triple chin, giving it an adorable plump appearance, and her limbs had also fattened up considerably, developing ‘sleeves’ of fat.
Finished, finally, Alina let out a window rattling “OOOUUUAAARRRRRP~” and nearly toppled over in her bliss. Her crimson eyes fluttered sleepily, and she was too close to dozing off to use her magic...she’d have to get home the old fashioned way. Slowly and unsteadily, the enormous lynx blob waddled towards the doors of the ice cream parlor, knowing that if she did set off an alarm, she’d be out of sight, hopefully, before anyone could turn up, provided she could waddle quick enough. Each step caused the ground to literally shake, and there was no way she’d fit through those doors. She breathed in and out, then began a charge.
CRASH
Out into the street she wobbled, the alarm blaring, she beat a slow but steady retreat back towards her hilltop hideaway, to nap this all off…
The local news the next morning couldn’t explain the baffling break ins and devouring of their stocks. It became a widely known and never solved case...and Alina just chuckled at it from her bed, in a deep, bass rumble as her voice had grown slower and dropped several octaves from sheer fatness. She took up her entire empress sized bed, a dimpled mass of pure blubber who could barely move and who would have to subsist on her gratuitous fat reserves until her metabolism corrected itself. She didn’t mind though. She could finally read that book she’d been meaning to finish.
A short Alina based weightgain tale which I'm fairly proud of :P I've never really used her for such fatty things before and wanted to explore that avenue with some cheap vampire fats, so, enjoy XP (Note: The google docs version has correct use of italics and such, I'd recommend that version for a less compressed read.)
“Grrrrllll…”
The sound permeated the still air of the vast hillside mansion that vampiress Alina Luminita called home. The lynxess groaned as she awoke from her slumber, nestled within her silken sheeted bed with a paw drifting to her abdomen. Another, hollow “Grrrrrr…” emanated from it. The cravings of the night had hit, it seemed. Being a vampire, one would expect Alina to placate these nocturnal rumblings by draining the blood of some unfortunate victim, but she was in fact a being of standards and morals, and fund the idea to be repugnant. Instead, Alina was actually quite the chocoholic, and was addicted to sugar, as her figure somewhat betrayed; thick, voluminous hips and thighs with an astoundingly bubbly butt, and a chest like a pair of ripe cantaloupes dominated her appearance, giving the vampire a lovely curvaceous form. All that chocolate binging usually went to those areas. Usually.
Licking her lips, and taking care not to prick her tongue on her own fangs, she got dressed into a black shirt and matching black jeans, before slipping on her red coat and akubra. Perfect for nighttime raidings, and stylish to boot. Smiling over her appearance in the mirror, she used her vampiric magics to transform into a small bat and took off out the window, a night of chocolatey goodness awaited…
Her first target was that small sweet shop on the outskirts of town that she often visited in the day. It always had such delicious treats behind its countertops...lots of delicious treats. Chocolates, candies, small cakes. Alina landed in front of the store and reverted to her normal form, it wasn’t very secure, and had no reason to be. Why would anyone rob a small candy store? Well, anyone but Alina that was. Her powerful sense of smell caught the scent of the sugary delights within its walls, stimulating her into drooling as her stomach grumbled a loud “Grrrrrrrble” in anticipation of her feast.
“Easy girl…” she cooed to her midsection, rubbing it. “Just a few more minutes~”
Her other, equally as stealthy power came into play here; mist form. The vampiress dissolved into a creeping white fog and slipped underneath the door, pouring into the shop before reforming. Oh my, it was brimming with goods for such a small establishment, the shelves were practically overflowing! Sugar, chocolate and fruity scents filled Alina’s nostrils and she shuddered a little, it was overpowering. The shop had no camera, and the alarm was only rigged to go off if someone had opened that door, meaning that she was free to do as she pleased with the contents. A positively ecstatic grin plastered over her face as she got took handfuls of snacks from the boxes to the sides, in front of the till, and began to stuff her face.
Entire packets of chocolate and bags of jellies disappeared down her gullet as Alina wolfed them down greedily.She was so enraptured with eating that she didn’t notice that as she devoured the junky, unhealthy snacks, a bulge formed on her stomach, slowly rising her shirt up and exposing the lighter brown fur of her belly against the darker beige of the rest of her body. And it just kept expanding. Each few gulps caused it to balloon more, until it was quite prominent. Only Alina ceasing her gluttony to belch caused her to notice it.
“Oof...mm, forgot I was stretchy.” she chuckled, before going right back to her glutting.
She grunted as each surge of growth to her stomach caused her belt to dig into her flesh just a little bit more, eventually boiling down to her undoing it, allowing her growing gut to breath, and a sigh of relief escaping her lips. By the time she’d polished off the shelves of food, Alina was considerably bloated; a stomach that was as large as a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy, and about as taunt. A delicate paw caressed its expanse and a contented giggle elicited from the cat-bat. Whining, watery gurgles bubbled within her tummy, barely masking the grumbles of empty space still pining to be filled.
“Mmmph...that I can’t fly or use my magic like this, I need to distribute this weight!” she thought to herself.
Breathing out, and yelping as the sudden movement of her stomach caused the button of her jeans to pop off and unzip them, Alina moved her arms out and focused, she had another trick up her sleeve, although she would have to deal with the consequences of it later. Purple magic glowed with her open palms and began to snake its way down her arms, spreading over her bloated form and causing her to glow with a fuschia aura. Her stomach gurgled and began to shrink somewhat, but the rest of her began to grow. Fat was processed from the calorie intake and spread across her body, Her already large backside began to swell, straining her jeans as her butt cheeks pushed against them, even beginning to spill over the waistband a little. Her thighs got more thunderous, and her breasts blimped out, going beyond their already melonous size and rising above her shirt like dough in an oven, causing small rips here and there. Lastly, her stomach became softer, hanging over her crotch like a fluffy sack of jello, jiggling with her movements.
“Hoo...I’ll need to work this off later, but for now...it’ll do.” she admired herself, enjoying her growth.
“Grrrrrrrrrllll...brrrgle…”
Another empty growl. Alina sighed and patted her jiggling flub, she still had time in the night to indulge. And she knew just where else to take her enlarged self.
The local ice cream shop, another business with little security and plenty of tempting treats for munchies afflicted burglars. And for the squishier feline, it was an irresistible target. The pitch black night hid the plus sized bat that slowly flew down before it, before the mist flowed into the ice cream emporium. Alina’s face lit up at just how much was available, there were literally dozens of flavors! Her belly practically roared at the sight. She wasted no time in grabbing tub after tub of the stuff and using her hands to shovel it into her maw, getting ice cream all down her front. A curious effect of her metabolism based magic, used earlier to distribute her fat, was that it continued to have effect for up to several hours after being cast.
Each tub of ice cream that Alina ploughed through caused an eruption of increased doughiness to her figure, causing her to balloon in size. Her poor clothes stood no chance, as a cascade of ripping, tearing cloth gave away their slow but steady destruction, even down to her coat, leaving her only wearing her hat by the time she was a few dozen buckets in. Her stomach became a rolling, rippling mass of blubber, hanging down almost to her knees, as her buttocks became a dimply, sofa destroying mass. Her breasts had swelled beyond reasonable size into bean chair level globes of fat as well. Her face was cradled by tennis ball sized cheeks and a triple chin, giving it an adorable plump appearance, and her limbs had also fattened up considerably, developing ‘sleeves’ of fat.
Finished, finally, Alina let out a window rattling “OOOUUUAAARRRRRP~” and nearly toppled over in her bliss. Her crimson eyes fluttered sleepily, and she was too close to dozing off to use her magic...she’d have to get home the old fashioned way. Slowly and unsteadily, the enormous lynx blob waddled towards the doors of the ice cream parlor, knowing that if she did set off an alarm, she’d be out of sight, hopefully, before anyone could turn up, provided she could waddle quick enough. Each step caused the ground to literally shake, and there was no way she’d fit through those doors. She breathed in and out, then began a charge.
CRASH
Out into the street she wobbled, the alarm blaring, she beat a slow but steady retreat back towards her hilltop hideaway, to nap this all off…
The local news the next morning couldn’t explain the baffling break ins and devouring of their stocks. It became a widely known and never solved case...and Alina just chuckled at it from her bed, in a deep, bass rumble as her voice had grown slower and dropped several octaves from sheer fatness. She took up her entire empress sized bed, a dimpled mass of pure blubber who could barely move and who would have to subsist on her gratuitous fat reserves until her metabolism corrected itself. She didn’t mind though. She could finally read that book she’d been meaning to finish.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Lynx
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File Size 29 kB
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