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A couple of weeks back, when I first heard I was moving I put up this YCH ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20943610/ ). 
huskier gracefully swept in to save me from my financial troubles and I couldn't have asked for a more accommodating, patient and fun to write about girl! It's been a bumpy road but I'm finally getting the chance to settle into my new place and to celebrate I'm posting this, plus the story that goes with it. I hope you enjoy!
The following story takes place in the Shattered World setting, the same setting as:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15421851/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15476641/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15574992/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15748464/
and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16205232/
It follows an alternate timeline in which Jenny was changed as a result of The Splintering and not a curse that was placed upon her, but I do recommend the above stories if you're after a good read! Just be sure to check the tags, some content isn't for everyone.
Jenny is copyright me,
Zephyr is copyright to huskier <3
If you're interested in further stories, please consider supporting My Patreon where, for 2.50 a month you'll have access to the majority of my written work and accompanying illustrations well in advance of their release on FA <3
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Rain assaulted The Fringe, battering its many wooden and tin rooves like waves crashing against a rocky shore. This far out from the city the water dredged up all kinds of scents from between the muddy, loosely cobbled pathways and under creaking overhangs. A cold, biting wind chased most beings inside, human and Fae alike where they could huddle beneath sheets and around the steady warmth of alchemical fireplaces. Nobody who had any choice in the matter walked the streets of The Fringe on nights like tonight. Nobody, including Jenny.
Jenny sighed as she felt herself stepping in something best left undescribed. All manner of beasts roamed the streets during the day and she counted herself lucky that whatever she’d stood in wasn’t fresh and would fast be washed away. Water pelted her skin, bouncing off of her bulbous, orb-like stomach where her shirt failed miserably to contain it, running down the underside of her colossal gut as she tried desperately to move faster. For a girl her size that was no easy task. To say Jenny was big would be akin to saying bananas are yellow, or that grass is green. It’s accurate but it fails to convey the true enormity of the girl, whose stomach hung far below her knees and entered every room two seconds before she did. In a world where magic and medicine combine to cure most ailments she was not the fattest creature around, but typically she raised more than a few eyebrows as she lumbered slowly from place to place, her massive, churning gut sloshing as it digested whatever she’d managed to cram into it. This night the blue haired pig was clutching a jacket around her shoulders, her pillowy arms barely fit in its sleeves and it covered next to nothing of the huge boulder of her gut, but it served to at least ward the sting of rain from her shoulders and that’s not nothing. At this dreary time of night she made her way to the only place she knew she’d be welcome, the only shelter she could rely on.
Zephyr’s bakery is a cosy little building, tucked neatly between a mage’s tower and a larger Italian restaurant. It’s close enough to the city to be visited by humans, yet far enough out in the Fringe people don’t remark upon the fact that its owner and chef is wide husky girl (this far out, picking stray bits of fur off of your muffins is usually the least of your troubles and all things considered Zephyr’s bakery is remarkably hygienic). Jenny had until now avoided the establishment, much to the husky’s dismay for one very important reason.
Jenny is a pig. When the Splintering of Worlds happened and Jenny shed her human skin, some told her it was a blessing. That she would live a life most humans would never dream of. Most, however, knew it for what it was, a curse. Coupled with her porcine snout, floppy ears and trotter hands and feet, Jenny had been cursed with an appetite she could barely understand, let alone control. Painful lessons learned in middle school had taught her that she simply couldn’t control herself around food. If there was something in front of her, she’d eat it. The shame of her parents and biting remarks of her fellow students and peers helped the already fat girl to learn that distancing herself from food was the best way of moving forward, and since then she’s always hesitated to visit any eating establishment, especially those where food was prominently displayed. It’s a habit she’d have liked to keep, but the chilly whisper of the storm reminded her that if she didn’t find shelter soon she would have to deal with worse than a tummy ache.
And so it was with hesitant remorse that Jenny entered Zephyr’s bakery – after perhaps ten seconds of struggling to fit her stomach through the door.
“Jenny!” Came Zephyr’s voice after the big husky heard the jingle of the bells above the door. Certainly when we say Zephyr was big, that’s no understatement, the girl had hips so large she brushed the edges of doorways ever since she opened her own bakery. Whilst she wasn’t quite as big as her porcine friend, she was well on her way. “I thought you’d never visit! And what a night, huh? I was just about to close up.”
Sheepishly, Jenny pulled her bloated looking balloon of a stomach into the store and looked about. It was a lovely little place for being in The Fringe, the wooden shelves looked vintage and everything had a cosy, authentic quality to it. There were trays and tables stacked with sweets, pastries, lollies and breads. Everything was in direct reach of the customer, and in direct reach of Jenny. She gulped. “U-uhm... yeah, it’s pretty wet out there, huh?”
“Oh Jenny you’re soaked! Let me grab a towel,” Zephyr paused as she sees just how MUCH pig there is, “Or two, to dry you off with! You stay right there okay?” The pig nodded and Zephyr retreated out one of the other doors that lead into the rest of the premise. Jenny was fairly sure that Zephyr lived in the small house on the second floor of the building, a theory only validated by hearing the heavy husky’s footfalls above her moments later.
How did she do it? Waking up every morning to the kinds of smells a bakery produces, how did she refrain from sampling every morsel of cookie dough? If Jenny worked here she’d be immobilized by her own gluttony in a week. Just standing there, dripping onto the old wooden floorboards, the smells of the bakery dancing around her... it was hard enough! A small dam of saliva built in her mouth as Jenny surveyed the icing covered landscape around her. There were so many cakes, brownies, fudges, cupcakes, muffins... surely Zephyr wouldn’t notice if one or two went missing? Or five?
By the time the husky was plodding back down stairs Jenny had almost cleared an entire shelf of brownies, chocolate fudge coating her mouth as she licked her fingers and reached for the next.
“Oh, enjoying the brownies I see?” Zephyr’s voice carried a hint of disappointment on it. Of all the people to steal her baked goods, she’d not expected her dear friend to be one of them.
Jenny froze, mid mouthful, to look sheepishly at Zephyr. “S-sorry... couldn’t help myself...” She replied as the husky passed her a towel. The pig quickly looked away and started to dry off her massive bulk.
“No it’s quite okay.” Came Zephyr’s response as the husky waddled across to her counter where – yeah, her anti-theft charm had activated. It was hard preventing theft with a business like hers, and there was only one of her to go around. She’d managed to convince a local witch to put a charm on her bakery though, any baked good that was eaten but not paid for would not only be converted directly into pounds of blubber on the thief’s body, but would make them more hungry in return. Seeing an opportunity for mischief, Zephyr smiled to herself. “Well, since you liked the brownies so much, why don’t you try some of the chocolate fudge cupcakes over there?”
“W-what?” Came Jenny’s reply, genuinely stunned. The signs Zephyr posted out the front of her store were pretty clear when they said ‘ALL GOODS MUST BE PAID FOR, NO EXCEPTIONS’. But the scent of chocolate was on her nose now and she couldn’t say no. If she weren’t over a quarter of a ton in weight she’d have all but drifted across to the cupcakes, giving a brief mumble of “Are you sure?” before picking up a handful and cramming them into her mouth. What was wrong with her?! If anything she felt even MORE hungry!
“Oh absolutely,” Zephyr replied, waddling back around the corner and picking up a heavy, double layered cake. “Here, try some of this, it’s simply delightful.” She said as she rested it on a surface near the pig. Jenny, as though she were born for it, plunged her snout greedily into the cake. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was screaming that this was all too strange, how could she eat so much so quickly and not be full? But the voice was ignored. The cake was amazing. Could she be blamed that she didn’t notice the swell of her stomach as it grew, surging forward with the pounds that the witch’s charm added instantly to her body? Zephyr smiled. On the one hand Jenny was getting what she deserved – fancy the pig steal from /her/! Her best friend! Zephyr would’ve baked her a dozen brownies /without/ a curse on them if Jenny had asked.
One cake was followed by two, a shelf displaying fudge cleared before one filled with chocolate chip muffins. Ten pounds were followed by fifty, were followed by a hundred. After a couple of minutes Jenny’s gut brushed the floor, she was too busy eating to notice or care. Her arms were rendered semi-useless sacks of lard and she just plunged her porcine snout into everything she ate. Waddling became difficult, but none of it was important – the only thing that mattered was the next shelf of treats. The voice in the back of her head asked: ‘Why is Zephyr letting me eat all of this?’, the rest of her didn’t care as long as there was something filling her growing, doughy stomach.
The only problem was, she wasn’t full. No matter how much she ate, she only felt MORE hungry. By the time she was having to lift her massive gut off the ground to move she no longer cared about the taste of things, the feel of food in her mouth, or even how desperately fat she’d become. She was so hungry that all she could think about was food. She needed it more than she’d needed anything in her life. And now that her neck had transformed into a thick collar of blubber that pressed against her head as she looked this way and that, she saw that she’d eaten everything in the display part of the store. Everything except trays of bread that were out of her reach. She whimpered, feeling her chubby fingers clutching her massive stomach. There had to be more! There had to be! Surely if she didn’t eat again soon, she’d starve.
As though reading her mind, Zephyr smiled and waved her towards the back room. “Why not go this way?” She asked, knowing her stores of ingredients were phenomenal. She often had several chilled batches of cookie and cake dough stored in advance, for her own consumption as much as for commercial use. Zephyr had by now been taking a few snacks of her own, it was hard to resist after watching her friend pig out. Her cooking IS delicious, after all. The effects of her little binge were hanging off of her waist and displayed prominently on her rear, stretching her clothes. She’d have to do away with those soon enough.
It was something entirely strange, watching the huffing, panting, desperate pig trying to grip her sweaty sides enough to haul the massive lump of her stomach, easily four hundred pounds of blubber itself now, long enough for her to waddle through the already wide doors of the back room. Her sides caught for a moment and whilst Jenny panicked and squealed it didn’t take /too/ long for Zephyr to knead those massive lovehandles through the door, slick with sweat as they were. She struggled momentarily after the pig had plopped through, wider than she remembered being at the start of the night.
Then Jenny was in the back room, here she was surrounded by expensive looking silver drums and tanks. Zephyr merrily opened one of them up to reveal the gallons upon gallons of cookie dough within and she swore she’d never seen a pig move so fast in her life. Jenny’s snout was upon them, sinking in, suckling, slurping for everything she was worth. She needed it inside of her, all of it, right NOW! She didn’t see her massive body inflating with pounds upon pounds of stolen cookie dough, how could she? Why would she? All she needed was right in front of her. Even as her arms were pulled away from the tanks she gorged from, suspended in rings of their own blubber. Even as her legs were swept out from under her by the growing marshmallowy blob of her gut. She felt her rear pressing up against the back wall, the whole building creaked and groaned with her mass before the weakened structure finally gave way, exposing her growing ass to the elements. She didn’t care. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the doughs that she was slurping up. She noticed, if momentarily when her own extreme mass pushed her snout away from her food – she could barely see past her own cheeks! But it didn’t matter, Zephyr was quick, offering cakes and hidden things. Foods taken from other rooms, things summoned as if by magic. Together they both expanded, Zephyr’s clothes dropping to the floor as her paunch and rear grew thicker and thicker. She fed Jenny with a fervour, and as the pig grew she only became more and more desperate, more and more hungry. Should but a moment have passed where she was not sating her incredible appetite, all Jenny could say was:
Please...
more...
huskier gracefully swept in to save me from my financial troubles and I couldn't have asked for a more accommodating, patient and fun to write about girl! It's been a bumpy road but I'm finally getting the chance to settle into my new place and to celebrate I'm posting this, plus the story that goes with it. I hope you enjoy! The following story takes place in the Shattered World setting, the same setting as:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15421851/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15476641/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15574992/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15748464/
and http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16205232/
It follows an alternate timeline in which Jenny was changed as a result of The Splintering and not a curse that was placed upon her, but I do recommend the above stories if you're after a good read! Just be sure to check the tags, some content isn't for everyone.
Jenny is copyright me,
Zephyr is copyright to
huskier <3 If you're interested in further stories, please consider supporting My Patreon where, for 2.50 a month you'll have access to the majority of my written work and accompanying illustrations well in advance of their release on FA <3
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Rain assaulted The Fringe, battering its many wooden and tin rooves like waves crashing against a rocky shore. This far out from the city the water dredged up all kinds of scents from between the muddy, loosely cobbled pathways and under creaking overhangs. A cold, biting wind chased most beings inside, human and Fae alike where they could huddle beneath sheets and around the steady warmth of alchemical fireplaces. Nobody who had any choice in the matter walked the streets of The Fringe on nights like tonight. Nobody, including Jenny.
Jenny sighed as she felt herself stepping in something best left undescribed. All manner of beasts roamed the streets during the day and she counted herself lucky that whatever she’d stood in wasn’t fresh and would fast be washed away. Water pelted her skin, bouncing off of her bulbous, orb-like stomach where her shirt failed miserably to contain it, running down the underside of her colossal gut as she tried desperately to move faster. For a girl her size that was no easy task. To say Jenny was big would be akin to saying bananas are yellow, or that grass is green. It’s accurate but it fails to convey the true enormity of the girl, whose stomach hung far below her knees and entered every room two seconds before she did. In a world where magic and medicine combine to cure most ailments she was not the fattest creature around, but typically she raised more than a few eyebrows as she lumbered slowly from place to place, her massive, churning gut sloshing as it digested whatever she’d managed to cram into it. This night the blue haired pig was clutching a jacket around her shoulders, her pillowy arms barely fit in its sleeves and it covered next to nothing of the huge boulder of her gut, but it served to at least ward the sting of rain from her shoulders and that’s not nothing. At this dreary time of night she made her way to the only place she knew she’d be welcome, the only shelter she could rely on.
Zephyr’s bakery is a cosy little building, tucked neatly between a mage’s tower and a larger Italian restaurant. It’s close enough to the city to be visited by humans, yet far enough out in the Fringe people don’t remark upon the fact that its owner and chef is wide husky girl (this far out, picking stray bits of fur off of your muffins is usually the least of your troubles and all things considered Zephyr’s bakery is remarkably hygienic). Jenny had until now avoided the establishment, much to the husky’s dismay for one very important reason.
Jenny is a pig. When the Splintering of Worlds happened and Jenny shed her human skin, some told her it was a blessing. That she would live a life most humans would never dream of. Most, however, knew it for what it was, a curse. Coupled with her porcine snout, floppy ears and trotter hands and feet, Jenny had been cursed with an appetite she could barely understand, let alone control. Painful lessons learned in middle school had taught her that she simply couldn’t control herself around food. If there was something in front of her, she’d eat it. The shame of her parents and biting remarks of her fellow students and peers helped the already fat girl to learn that distancing herself from food was the best way of moving forward, and since then she’s always hesitated to visit any eating establishment, especially those where food was prominently displayed. It’s a habit she’d have liked to keep, but the chilly whisper of the storm reminded her that if she didn’t find shelter soon she would have to deal with worse than a tummy ache.
And so it was with hesitant remorse that Jenny entered Zephyr’s bakery – after perhaps ten seconds of struggling to fit her stomach through the door.
“Jenny!” Came Zephyr’s voice after the big husky heard the jingle of the bells above the door. Certainly when we say Zephyr was big, that’s no understatement, the girl had hips so large she brushed the edges of doorways ever since she opened her own bakery. Whilst she wasn’t quite as big as her porcine friend, she was well on her way. “I thought you’d never visit! And what a night, huh? I was just about to close up.”
Sheepishly, Jenny pulled her bloated looking balloon of a stomach into the store and looked about. It was a lovely little place for being in The Fringe, the wooden shelves looked vintage and everything had a cosy, authentic quality to it. There were trays and tables stacked with sweets, pastries, lollies and breads. Everything was in direct reach of the customer, and in direct reach of Jenny. She gulped. “U-uhm... yeah, it’s pretty wet out there, huh?”
“Oh Jenny you’re soaked! Let me grab a towel,” Zephyr paused as she sees just how MUCH pig there is, “Or two, to dry you off with! You stay right there okay?” The pig nodded and Zephyr retreated out one of the other doors that lead into the rest of the premise. Jenny was fairly sure that Zephyr lived in the small house on the second floor of the building, a theory only validated by hearing the heavy husky’s footfalls above her moments later.
How did she do it? Waking up every morning to the kinds of smells a bakery produces, how did she refrain from sampling every morsel of cookie dough? If Jenny worked here she’d be immobilized by her own gluttony in a week. Just standing there, dripping onto the old wooden floorboards, the smells of the bakery dancing around her... it was hard enough! A small dam of saliva built in her mouth as Jenny surveyed the icing covered landscape around her. There were so many cakes, brownies, fudges, cupcakes, muffins... surely Zephyr wouldn’t notice if one or two went missing? Or five?
By the time the husky was plodding back down stairs Jenny had almost cleared an entire shelf of brownies, chocolate fudge coating her mouth as she licked her fingers and reached for the next.
“Oh, enjoying the brownies I see?” Zephyr’s voice carried a hint of disappointment on it. Of all the people to steal her baked goods, she’d not expected her dear friend to be one of them.
Jenny froze, mid mouthful, to look sheepishly at Zephyr. “S-sorry... couldn’t help myself...” She replied as the husky passed her a towel. The pig quickly looked away and started to dry off her massive bulk.
“No it’s quite okay.” Came Zephyr’s response as the husky waddled across to her counter where – yeah, her anti-theft charm had activated. It was hard preventing theft with a business like hers, and there was only one of her to go around. She’d managed to convince a local witch to put a charm on her bakery though, any baked good that was eaten but not paid for would not only be converted directly into pounds of blubber on the thief’s body, but would make them more hungry in return. Seeing an opportunity for mischief, Zephyr smiled to herself. “Well, since you liked the brownies so much, why don’t you try some of the chocolate fudge cupcakes over there?”
“W-what?” Came Jenny’s reply, genuinely stunned. The signs Zephyr posted out the front of her store were pretty clear when they said ‘ALL GOODS MUST BE PAID FOR, NO EXCEPTIONS’. But the scent of chocolate was on her nose now and she couldn’t say no. If she weren’t over a quarter of a ton in weight she’d have all but drifted across to the cupcakes, giving a brief mumble of “Are you sure?” before picking up a handful and cramming them into her mouth. What was wrong with her?! If anything she felt even MORE hungry!
“Oh absolutely,” Zephyr replied, waddling back around the corner and picking up a heavy, double layered cake. “Here, try some of this, it’s simply delightful.” She said as she rested it on a surface near the pig. Jenny, as though she were born for it, plunged her snout greedily into the cake. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was screaming that this was all too strange, how could she eat so much so quickly and not be full? But the voice was ignored. The cake was amazing. Could she be blamed that she didn’t notice the swell of her stomach as it grew, surging forward with the pounds that the witch’s charm added instantly to her body? Zephyr smiled. On the one hand Jenny was getting what she deserved – fancy the pig steal from /her/! Her best friend! Zephyr would’ve baked her a dozen brownies /without/ a curse on them if Jenny had asked.
One cake was followed by two, a shelf displaying fudge cleared before one filled with chocolate chip muffins. Ten pounds were followed by fifty, were followed by a hundred. After a couple of minutes Jenny’s gut brushed the floor, she was too busy eating to notice or care. Her arms were rendered semi-useless sacks of lard and she just plunged her porcine snout into everything she ate. Waddling became difficult, but none of it was important – the only thing that mattered was the next shelf of treats. The voice in the back of her head asked: ‘Why is Zephyr letting me eat all of this?’, the rest of her didn’t care as long as there was something filling her growing, doughy stomach.
The only problem was, she wasn’t full. No matter how much she ate, she only felt MORE hungry. By the time she was having to lift her massive gut off the ground to move she no longer cared about the taste of things, the feel of food in her mouth, or even how desperately fat she’d become. She was so hungry that all she could think about was food. She needed it more than she’d needed anything in her life. And now that her neck had transformed into a thick collar of blubber that pressed against her head as she looked this way and that, she saw that she’d eaten everything in the display part of the store. Everything except trays of bread that were out of her reach. She whimpered, feeling her chubby fingers clutching her massive stomach. There had to be more! There had to be! Surely if she didn’t eat again soon, she’d starve.
As though reading her mind, Zephyr smiled and waved her towards the back room. “Why not go this way?” She asked, knowing her stores of ingredients were phenomenal. She often had several chilled batches of cookie and cake dough stored in advance, for her own consumption as much as for commercial use. Zephyr had by now been taking a few snacks of her own, it was hard to resist after watching her friend pig out. Her cooking IS delicious, after all. The effects of her little binge were hanging off of her waist and displayed prominently on her rear, stretching her clothes. She’d have to do away with those soon enough.
It was something entirely strange, watching the huffing, panting, desperate pig trying to grip her sweaty sides enough to haul the massive lump of her stomach, easily four hundred pounds of blubber itself now, long enough for her to waddle through the already wide doors of the back room. Her sides caught for a moment and whilst Jenny panicked and squealed it didn’t take /too/ long for Zephyr to knead those massive lovehandles through the door, slick with sweat as they were. She struggled momentarily after the pig had plopped through, wider than she remembered being at the start of the night.
Then Jenny was in the back room, here she was surrounded by expensive looking silver drums and tanks. Zephyr merrily opened one of them up to reveal the gallons upon gallons of cookie dough within and she swore she’d never seen a pig move so fast in her life. Jenny’s snout was upon them, sinking in, suckling, slurping for everything she was worth. She needed it inside of her, all of it, right NOW! She didn’t see her massive body inflating with pounds upon pounds of stolen cookie dough, how could she? Why would she? All she needed was right in front of her. Even as her arms were pulled away from the tanks she gorged from, suspended in rings of their own blubber. Even as her legs were swept out from under her by the growing marshmallowy blob of her gut. She felt her rear pressing up against the back wall, the whole building creaked and groaned with her mass before the weakened structure finally gave way, exposing her growing ass to the elements. She didn’t care. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was the doughs that she was slurping up. She noticed, if momentarily when her own extreme mass pushed her snout away from her food – she could barely see past her own cheeks! But it didn’t matter, Zephyr was quick, offering cakes and hidden things. Foods taken from other rooms, things summoned as if by magic. Together they both expanded, Zephyr’s clothes dropping to the floor as her paunch and rear grew thicker and thicker. She fed Jenny with a fervour, and as the pig grew she only became more and more desperate, more and more hungry. Should but a moment have passed where she was not sating her incredible appetite, all Jenny could say was:
Please...
more...
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
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