A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (4/2/16). This story was won by  Mallow, who decided to have his marshmallow Gryphon self Mallow have a lovely dinner date with Brock's own chocolate Gryphon Mars. Of course, what would a fine meal and quality conversation be without a show to complete the trifecta? Not very far, wherein compared to how far Mallow will go to ensure his fine friend is good and sated.


.:Rated general for:.
>Hypnosis/Mind Control
>Weight Gain
>Semi-Immobility


Mallow is © his player.
Mars is © his player.


Word Count: 1960

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There's Always Room for Seconds

Ah, what an enchanted evening this was, and with such good company as well. Mars the (choco)Gryphon was always so pleased when his friend and compatriot Mallow the (marshmallow)Gryphon would invite him out for a meal. It was always so terrifically hard to say no whenever the big white puffgryph asked him, and it was also so difficult to pass up the prospect of food when you are of a certain, err, generous carriage. He could have sworn this dinner jacket of his fit a month ago, so it was certainly most embarrassing to have it be a size too small for his dinner date. He had fiddled with the straining buttons all throughout the evening, and it made his cheeks extra rosy whenever the plump white Gryphon chuckled when he did. “I’m sorry I keep fiddling with my attire, I could have SWORN it fit me last week” Mars chuckled modestly.

“Oh, think nothing of it, I don’t mind one bit” Mallow serenely smiled.

Mars chuckled affably as he finally finished his fiddling, and went back to his steak. Naturally this was his third steak, and it was the largest the restaurant offered as well. It had been prepared perfectly, and the mashed potato and vegetable garnish with it was exceptional. But of course, just the one steak couldn’t possibly satisfy the hefty chocolate Gryphon. Burping politely, he dabbed his beak with a napkin, and settled into his chair. “I dare say that was a most delicious meal” he contentedly mused.

“Indeed” Mallow smiled, his own meal half-destroyed. His smile twisted slightly as he caught sight of the nearby dessert display. “And what better way to finish a delicious meal than crowning it with some dessert?” he suggested.

Following his fellow’s eyes, Mars could already feel himself salivating at all the delectable little treats on display. Oh sweet high heaven there was a cheeky little chocolate ganache winking at him like the sultry temptress it was. How he could refuse that saucy little harlot? “You don’t mind if I start dessert without you?” Mars inquired, cautiously eying Mallow’s meal with concealed hunger.

“Not at all… I insist” Mallow smiled, an almost mystical feeling to his tone.

Filled with the sudden need for dessert, Mars gleefully, but respectfully, ordered the entire chocolate ganache, with a can of Cool Whip to go with it. Settling down with his sweet ambrosia, Mars happily cut a large swath rich chocolate cake and smothered it in cream. Placing the delicate blob of cream coated cake in his mouth, the chubby Gryphon gleefully “MMMMMMMM’D” loudly from the sweet ganache. This was quality chocolate, so delectable and refined in taste and texture. It brought a tear to his eye to bear witness to such majesty on a plate, and a hand to his cheek just so he stifle the smile that would go on forever. “Delicious, I would take it?” Mallow inquired pleasantly.

“Oh very much so!” Mars giddily replied, his fork already spearing another slice of cake.

The white Gryphon continued to smile as the chocogryph ate his way through the mound of cake, with extra helpings of whipped cream to boot. Oh, it was all so wonderful, with every bite tasting just as good as the last. It was starting to get him a little riled up to enjoy and savour the sweet taste, the smooth texture, and the potent sharpness. But, all good things must come to an end, and as such the rich cake had one last farewell before joining the rest of its slices in the cavern of Mars’ belly. “Oooooo~” the big Gryph smiled contentedly, his claw rubbing against his full tummy. It was a fine meal indeed, although, Mars did feel a little guilty that Mallow insisted on paying for all of this himself, and his conscience was impacted further due to his gluttonous nature. “I truly am very grateful that you insist on paying for this yourself, although, I am rather guilty that I might be generating quite a hefty bill for you” he chuckled meekly.

“Psshaw” Mallow rebuked, his hand waving flippantly. “It was my special treat, so I don’t mind. Please, I want you to eat your fill. Although, I would hardly think that one little chocolate ganache would be sufficient to fill you” Mallow remarked with a casual and playful air.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to eat out the entire restaurant’s stock” Mars chuckled modestly.

“Oh, that is not a worry. I really do think you should try the cheesecake, I hear it is quite divine” Mallow smiled, his tone quite alluring and very reasonable sounding.

“Hmm, I think will take you up on that offer” Mars conceded, the offer of cheesecake quite a promising one.

It almost felt suspect that it was a cookies and cream flavoured cheesecake, but it’s not as if a restaurant required suspicion when it came to having wondrous foods. Taking the entire thing back, Mars found that Mallow had finished his meal, and was gently dabbing his beak as he sat down. “That looks positively scrumptious” Mallow remarked appreciatively of the hedonistic delight.

“Oh, it is” Mars said in agreement as he took his seat.

Carving out a large piece, the chocogryph indulged himself on the sweet delight. It was so delicious; in fact, it was too delicious. Something went off in Mars’ brain, and he just dug in. Scooping it up, he could barely even savour the sweetness before cramming another piece in. And all the while, despite this grotesque display of poor table manners, Mallow just politely smiled with his fingers tented over his empty plate. There was such joy in his eyes as his good friend enjoyed himself with quality cheesecake; after all, he had ensured it was quality, no matter how much it was eviscerated by the chocogryph’s hunger. In no short order, it was done, and Mars rested once more, albeit, with some discomfort. His jacket was growing to be a bit on the snug side, but that was probably due to it no longer being the size it was supposed to be. With quiet resignation he undid the buttons, allowing his much looser white shirt to take the burden of his bulk, although, it too seemed a little small as brown fur peeked out over his much tighter pants. “I agree, it’s much too hot for jackets” Mallow nodded in agreement as he undid his own jacket.

“Heh heh, yes, I… I concur” Mars blushed with mild embarrassment.

He should have invested in larger clothing, he was such a delusional fool. “I hear that this restaurant possesses quite a magnificent chocolate mousse” Mallow remarked casually.

The chocogryph whined loudly, his hungry belly yearning for sweet chocolate paste. “I really shouldn’t” he respectfully refused.

“Come now,” Mallow said slowly, “there is ALWAYS room for chocolate, my dear Mars” he purred softly.

Against better judgement, Mars had to concede to that point. How could one refuse chocolate after all, or a sponge cake, or sticky date pudding? Each time Mars finished one dessert, which he did with ease, Mallow insisted that he should try another. How could he refuse? Everything was just so delicious, and he always felt so empty and hungry after each one. It was a vicious cycle, but one the chocogryph was happy to allow himself to be a part of. Of course, his clothing suffered as things became just that little bit snugger on him as the night progressed. He had to undo his belt, of all things, as he continued to sample every single delight that the restaurant had to offer, although, it was becoming highly questionable as to how they had so many scrummy desserts on hand for a restaurant. But all it took was a comforting word from Mallow, and such concerns became moot; that was, until it finally happened. Firing like a machinegun, Mars’ shirt buttons fired off of his shirt, freeing his plump body from the confines of modernity, allowing his extra plus-sized gut to spill into view. The sudden shift forced too much pressure onto his already straining pant button, and it gave out as well, his fly opening to allow his furry wave to spill out even more. “Oh my” Mars uttered, blushing intensely as he tried to cover his modesty.

Mallow chuckled to himself, his wicked plan finally bearing fruit. “Do put your arms down my dear Mars, I think you look fine like that” he said comfortingly.

Slowly the chocogryph’s arms lowered, and he felt much more at peace with his body in display in such a fancy place. Actually, he felt much more comfortable now without worrying about his chest being on display; it gave him a fine, masculine quality, much like Edgar Rice Burroughs’s Tarzan. Of course, what wasn’t quite so masculine was the fact that it was proving difficult to reach the table now that it was moving away from him- Wait, it wasn’t moving away, HE was. In the interim of thought, he hadn’t noticed his fine midsection pushing against the table, somehow managing the strength to push his chair and carriage back. In fact, it was still growing quite astoundingly as the marshmallowgryph watched with amusement. “I’m getting fatter” Mars declared, pointing out the obvious.

“Indeed you are, although, I do think you could afford to be bigger, don’t you?” Mallow smiled, his voice heavy with his mesmer.

“Yeah, actually, you’re right” Mars nodded in agreement as he embraced his fat… fate.

Now that the sudden panic was gone, it did prove to be quite the pleasurable experience to feel his body exceed its boarders, his outfit tearing apart to make way for thick swathes of fur and feather. With a most spectacular explosion, his fancy attire exploded, revealing the naked chocogryph in all of his splendour. Said splendour, of course, was currently pushing aside chairs and tables to make way for his expansive blobbishness. And all the while the pounds appeared like magic, Mars wore a happy and content expression on his face… well, the middle of it, anyways, as there was plenty of cheeks and chins to encapsulate his comfort. His body gurgled and jiggled as he became such a big fat blobby gryph, and Mallow was ecstatic. Rising from his chair, he sidled around to his swelling comrade, a friendly claw gently rubbing Mars’ bulky shoulder as he became ten times the chocogryph he used to be. With a belly that jutted out as far as your average car parked, his sides would have had him fill up the width of it with blubber. His amusingly small wings idly flapped about, the upper portions bloated much like his fat fingers. He was such a wondrous lardbutt, and Mallow couldn’t be happier for him. “I think, my dear Mars that-” SMASH! In the interim of Mallow’s speech, the chair supporting the chocogryph had shattered, dropping him hard to the floor with a BLORP! Although, said BLORP! might have just been him upsizing again as his nude body jiggled about like jelly. Mallow cleared his throat as Mars’ body settled. “Ahem, I think that your size could do with something special, and I know precisely what” he mused and nodded to a nearby staff member.

As if on cue, several wait staff came from the kitchen, each of them carrying a delectable dessert on a tray. Bringing it towards Mars, the chocogryph eagerly panted for the sumptuous delights, his thick and flabby arms held out eagerly. “I’m glad you agree, my dear Mars. After all, this was only the first course, and, well,” he began, his hand gently caressed Mars’ belly, “that there is always room for seconds, wouldn’t you agree?”