Drew this for a collaboration with  VermillionVale about a month ago.

Story by  VermillionVale

As rain splashed outside, and the distant flashing of lightning and the faint crackles of thunder from across the mountains. In the quiet town at the base of the mountain, everything was silent. However, in the basement of one small, dusty house, light continued to flash and flicker out of the windows.

Inside the basement, a pudgy Red Panda, dressed in a dark brown robe, illuminated by candlelight as she flicked through pages of a massive, dusty grimoire.

“Summon food? Nah…”
“Blueberry? Nah…”
…
“Ah, perfect.” She said to herself, as she scanned over a page, marked “Inflate with fat.” Not that the obese panda needed to get any fatter, already easily weighing over 300 pounds, on a frame as small as her’s caused some serious problems. Fat drooped down everywhere, her belly already having been reduced to little more than a quivering mass of flesh, with no clear rolls or anything. Her neck had also ceased to exist, instead being replaced by a thick slice of neck fat.

As she slowly put the dusty tome down on a desk, covered with all manner of messy spillages of liquids, as well as plenty of vials of strange liquids, in almost all of the colours of the rainbow.

“Alright.. So, for this spell, I’ll need some pig lard…” She said, grabbing a metal tub, filled with what appeared to be pure, condensed fat, tightly capped off to prevent the smell from escaping, for Sarah had the most sensitive of noses. “Uhh….” She paused, glancing over at the book, before continuing listing off ingredients in a great monologue.

A little while later, she had amassed all of the ingredients for the spell, while the spell itself to inflate was easy and required only a couple of ingredients, the vast majority of these were in order to create a powerful binding hex that made her skin incredibly stretchy and strong, in order to prevent herself from popping like an overfilled balloon.

“Alright…” she said, sitting down in the middle of the room, completely dark except for the gentle glow of the candles. Slowly, as a bolt of thunder cracked the somewhat peaceful night outside, Sarah began the ritual.

“Oh, body of mine, hear my plea. Give me a thick, flabby belly. Make it soft, and make it plush.”
As the last words trailed off out of Sarah’s mouth, a strange sensation came over her. Starting at her feet, and slowly working it’s way up the chubby panda, until it reached her neck, before suddenly dissipating. Looking down at her belly, Sarah seemed to expect to see something change, but nothing as her belly stayed the same. Until, suddenly her belly began to churn violently.

“Uhh… what’s happening to me?” Sarah said abruptly, looking down at her gurgling, churning chubby tummy. Surprisingly, her stomach didn’t reply, instead giving out a continued, angry churn, as it slowly began to shrink, causing her to look extremely confused, only for it to suddenly bulge out, easily a foot bigger than it was before, still churning as violently as ever.

“Eek!” Sarah instinctually squealed, trying to waddle out to the door, to see if anyone was up at this early hour to try, at least, to get some help.However, as her entire body swirled with fat, her extremely unstable body would seemingly do everything in it’s power to stop her. Her thighs were thickening at an amazing rate, not only her huge, distended belly. To the uninformed, it wouldn’t be outlandish to reckon she was almost 7 months pregnant, but with a huge, groaning, wobbling stomach.

Upon reaching the door, she tried to quickly squeeze through, before her rapidly thickening body would get too big to get through. However, as she got into the doorframe, and tried to squeeze through, her thighs bulged out in size, effectively immobilising her in the doorframe.

Normally, Sarah would have screamed, or some sort of… well, any reaction really, but unusually, she stayed silent, seeming to appear to have accepted her fate, her distended belly sagging down further minute by minute.

It had been… How long? Since she did the spell… Sarah didn’t quite remember. All she knew is that she was somewhere warm, and soft. Long ago did her body cease to have any similarities with a normal anthro body, it extended many, many feet onto the floor in every direction of her. Her butt, as well, had grown, effectively pushing her out of the doorframe, and onto the ground. Her face, as well, could not be recognised as Sarah, instead, a mess of mighty rolls of fat, her cheeks wobbling, bulging blobs, the only little bit of Sarah that remained was her piggy, beady eyes.

All she could sense from her numb body was that she must have grown as big as the room, and that her tidal wave of flab had knocked the table of ingredients aside, because she could feel the broken glass on her flabby stomach, the contents slathered all along one side of her stomach, but she didn’t mind, in fact, she loved it. She’d always wanted to be bigger, and now here she was, so swollen with dark, magical powers, and this was just the beginning…