this story was wrote by  The_Bromodo

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Sweet Foxy Treats

Experiment #18
Food Type: Cake
Purpose: Weight Gain

Scribbling quickly on a notepad, a chubby foxcoon was writing down notes for his latest creation: A special cake whose purpose was to add weight to anorexics (and to be used as a hilarious prank). Set up in his bakery/laboratory, the big one named Max prepared to test his creation out on his most precocious pet; a teal coloured folf, with glasses. “So Asbell, are you ready to try the cake?” Max asked of his precious pet.

“Yep yep!” the folf barked excitedly.

The foxcoon chuckled affably, his stomach in a knot from the excitement. He had already sliced the cake into eight equal slices, and he was half-tempted to eat a slice himself. But he had to remind himself that the cake was for Asbell and not him; not to mention that he most certainly didn’t need to add any more weight to his own bulging belly. Finishing his notes, Max rested his hands in his lap while his skinny folf waited impatiently, all three of his tails swishing about eagerly. “Well Asbell, if my calculations are correct, you’re going to get pretty big by eating all that cake” Max informed his pet.

“I don’t mind,” the folf grinned eagerly, “I’m really excited!”

“Awesome!” Max proclaimed as he grabbed the plate the cake sat upon.

Big folf dashing ahead of him, the two came to a nice open space with a soft blanket on the ground. Sitting patiently, Asbell’s tails continued to wiggle about eagerly for the foxcoon to set up on a folding table prepared for this. The folf panted eagerly with anticipation, small beads of drool oozing from his excited mouth. “Hurry up hurry up!” Asbell whined impatiently. “Asbell want cake!”

“Alright alright, I’m coming I’m coming” Max retorted irritably while grabbing a slice.

Holding out the decadent piecee of fudge-stuffed, thickly iced chocolate cake to Asbell, the hungry folf grabbed it with his paws. Sitting on his hindlegs, he cutely nibbled at the cake, crumbs coating his face as the cake disappeared into his hungry maw. Max hastily scribbled down notes once the slice was gone. “Oooo~” Asbell giggled, rubbing his belly, “I feel funny!”

Funny was quite the apt choice, as the foxcoon noted the changes to the folf’s belly. Though flat, Asbell’s cute fluffy belly was getting a rather nice bump in it that was steadily growing into a nice chubby tummy. The pet giggled as he smooshed his belly, the growing lard pushing against his paws as he kneaded it about. “I’m so soft Max!” Asbell proclaimed happily, smooshing at his belly.

“Yeah you are Asbell” Max grinned, scribbling quickly as he eyed his pet.

The folf was adorable as he rolled onto his back, using both feet to kick about on his soft tum. The foxcoon couldn’t help but chuckle, abandoning his notes so he could join in as well. “Wow Asbell, you really ARE soft” Max remarked in mild surprise as his fingers brushed over the folf’s soft fluffy belly.

His pet had stopped growing now, and he was sporting quite a tubby gut. Grabbing some measuring equipment he had brought, Asbell was moved onto his paws so Max could see how far the folf’s big belly had grown. “Wow, six whole inches” the foxcoon exclaimed with pride.

“And that was just from one slice? How big will I get from two?” Asbell excitedly questioned.

“Let’s find out” Max replied, grabbing another slice.

Nipping at it, the slice was gone in four greedy bites, and swallowed down in one. Moving to the side, Max wanted to appreciate Asbell’s upsizing from a good angle. The excitable folf purred like a kitten once his belly started to reach closer for the ground, the hefty mass swaying to and fro from its owner’s inability to even stay in one spot. “How big am I?” Asbell inquired eagerly.

“Big” Max grinned. Asbell had such a big fat belly, and then a big fat chest as the increased level of adipose crept up towards it, sloping downwards into such a delightful football shape. “Your arms are getting bigger too” the foxcoon noted.

Reaching out, Max rubbed Asbell’s limbs, noting a subtle softness in them, while his other hand enjoyed petting his pet’s belly. Yipping loudly, he rolled onto his back, his big belly jiggling about. “Who’s a good folfy? Who’s a good folfy” Max playfully asked while giving Asbell a good belly rub.

“ME!” the folf giggled, his right leg kicking from his expert belly rubbing. “I’M A GOOD FOLF!”

“That’s right” Max crooned playfully.

Oh man, it was so much fun to rub that fat fluffy belly, but, science, it beckoned. Tearing himself away for a brief moment, the foxcoon managed to gather the plate of cake, bringing it down to his level. Dropping the plate to Asbell, the happy folf yipped excitedly as he forewent the slices in favour of just smushing his face in the cake to greedily gobble it up. Crumbs and icing coated Asbell’s muzzle as he downed the cake, vanishing it like a magician. “This is a tasty cake” the folf declared as he licked whatever cake he could from his face.

Max didn’t say anything, as he just backed off immediately. Asbell’s body trembled violently, and the foxcoon was afraid that maybe eating all of that cake so fast might not have been the best idea. Unsurprisingly, the folf didn’t seem to care much as his belly inflated rapidly, pushing his paws off the ground with ease from his rapidly bulking middle. Asbell giggled loudly as he rubbed his swelling middle, his paws smooshing into his generous blobby bulk, especially with his big fat sides. His cute and small rear inflated like a balloon, becoming a big fat ball of blubber to jiggle about from each surge of his big fat belly. “This feels great Max!” Asbell squeed happily.

The foxcoon laughed at both Asbell’s glee, and at himself for being so silly and concerned about overdoing it. Purring loudly, he hugged into the folf’s thick side, his torso sinking into the teal sea of blubber. “Mmmm~” Max happily sighed, his face rubbing against his pet’s soft fur and fat. “You’re so soft Asbell” he informed his folf.

“And you’re so small Max” Asbell teased. The folf had been growing quite large now, with his thick doughy arms and legs hanging from his blubbery football shaped body. They were several inches from the ground, and that distance was only getting larger as he did. Panting happily, Asbell’s paws rubbed his big fat body, his face showing naught but how ecstatic he was that he was getting to be so big, and it was just so great to have his master rubbing him all over. “BIG! BIGGER!” he loudly barked.

And bigger he got, with thick tyres of blubber forming around his arms and legs as his big fat body just got too big and fat. He was wobbling about constantly from his precarious placement on his belly, a fat disc of adipose forming to help keep him in place. Asbell’s tails kept wagging eagerly from his size, and just how good it felt to be so big and blubbery, but sadly all good things must come to an end as his blubberfication ended. Still, the folf was nonetheless elated at how big and fat and soft he was, especially with Max himself sinking into his porcine side. “Your cake is amazing Max!” Asbell uttered praisingly.

“And you’re amazingly big Asbell” Max returned.

The folf grunted loudly, trying to move his arms up as if asking for a hug. Chuckling, the foxcoon moved about, allowing his pet to lovingly embrace him, as well as to lick him on his face. “Ha ha! Ewww, stop Asbell” Max laughed, trying to get his big fat folf to stop licking him so much.

“NEVAH!” Asbell laughed, licking Max’s face even harder.

The folf was being so playful that the two even forgot that Max had made a second cake. But, that could wait so he could enjoy his big fat pet just a little bit more. Everything in moderation.