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My first commission, oh boy oh boy! This was a joy to write, really. I never thought I'd actually get here, yet... here I am! Please enjoy this story, commissioned by 
WindRiderx66 , about Jordan making furniture out of Windy. Thanks for taking a risk on me Windy!
Jordan hummed a tune casually as he gently set the cookies in the oven. Temperature was properly set, cookies were appropriately shaped… surely there was something he was missing? Finding nothing, the anthropomorphic Luxray shut the oven door closed and set the alarm for 14 minutes. You were supposed to go for at least 15, but a crispy cookie was no cookie at all!
Spinning around as best as his pudgy form could manage, the feline got to mixing the chocolate cake batter. The humming continued without pause as the cat worked with his paws. A dash of milk, a helping of egg, and a pinch of- wait, where was the magic powder? Jordan was a furry blur as he searched through the kitchen at breakneck pace, frantically panicking while the substance evaded his sight. Windy was going to be here soon, he couldn’t waste time trying to find the most important ingredient!
With a sigh of relief, the blue and black cat finally uncovered the container behind the mix box, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why am I so sloppy with where I put things? One of these days, I’m going to mix up my sugar cup and my powder bowl!” He muttered to himself.
Taking two teaspoons out of the white powder, Jordan dumped the sparkling dust into the gooey mix of cake batter. As he stirred the substances together, the mixture duly glowed with magical energy, but it dissipated by the time the ingredients were properly swirled together. Unable to help himself, Jordan used a claw to scoop up a small amount of dough and proceeded to lick it clean. Almost immediately, his stomach began to gently push out just a hint further, making his loose shirt a more appropriate size. The addition couldn’t have been more than a few millimeters of girth.
“Oops, I added too much again… or did I?” The feline mused as he poured the bowl into the cake pan. “When it comes to couches, I suppose there’s no such thing as ‘too much seating space.’”
Beep, beep, beep! The electric lion jolted as his thoughts were interrupted by the cookie timer. Grabbing his Vulpix-inspired cooking glove, he scooped the pan out of the oven. Leaning in close, Jordan used a claw to gently poke a hole in one of the cookies. Pulling it out net him great joy- nothing stuck, the cookies were done! Leaving the cooling cookies atop the machine, the cat wasted no time in putting the cake pan in the oven. Beep, beep… beep! Three quick pawstrokes activated the timer again for the cake.
With nothing better to do, Jordan began systematically cleaning up the kitchen. The measuring cups went into the large dishwasher, the trash went in the appropriate receptacle, and the mixing pan was quickly washed out and set to dry for future use. Tapping his claws on the counter, the feline glanced up at the clock. The Zoroark was set to arrive in 5 minutes. What about the cake? Shooting a look at the oven, the time “4:59” stared back at him. This was going to be close…
It did not, in fact, end up being close. It was only when Jordan was just finishing the icing on the cake when the doorbell finally ringed. Huffing, he set down the sugar-coated knife and hurried to the door. The Luxray’s eyes glowed as he peered through the door, seeing behind it his chubby Zoroark friend.
Hearing the door unlock with a click, Windy was greeted with a wide grin and equally wide gut. “Hey, you finally made it! You’re uh, a bit late, but better late than never!”
Windy rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, let’s just say getting here was complicated. May I come in?”
“Certainly, certainly, come right on in!” Jordan sidestepped behind the door, giving his friend enough room to slip in.
The black fox wasted no time in doing so, their fur brushing against each other thanks to the lack of room for maneuvering. Static crackled off the Luxray’s pelt, and his stomach pushed out more thanks to his Volt Absorb kicking in. Letting out a low huff, Jordan closed the door.
“So you needed help with moving a couch, right?” Windy asked, surveying the living room curiously. There was a major lack of a couch in the living room…
“Something like that. It was more like… I needed help getting a couch in the first place.” The cat had to suppress a mischievous smile as he slipped behind the Zoroark into the kitchen again.
“Huh, right…” Windy’s nose twitched. “Is that cookies I smell?”
“Ayup!” Jordan picked up the cookie sheet and waved it in front of Windy. “Want one, or three?”
“Uh, just one for the moment.” Scooping up one of the bigger confections, Windy wasted no time wolfing it down. Despite the potent amount of fattening dust in the round heartstoppers, nothing seemed to happen.
“Just one? Come on, I know you love my cooking! At least eat a second one.”
“Well… fine, but only because you insist.” The black fox picked up a second one and gobbled it down his throat. Still nothing happened… yet in spite of this, the feline’s grin was only growing.
“So… how is it? How do you feel, uh, about it?” Jordan shifted his weight from his right forepaw to his left. The Zoroark’s stomach seemed to just be a bit bigger… or was that the cat’s imagination?
“It’s delicious, as you always make your food! Don’t worry about it.” Windy chuckled and pat his fat friend’s gut. He didn’t seem to notice that he was gaining his own…
“Why don’t you prove it and eat the rest of these then?”
Windy shrugged and grabbed his third cookie. “If you insist!” It didn’t take long for him to eat his third, fourth, fifth…
In a short time, the Zoroark had eaten all 12 cookies. At some point, the duo had moved to the center of the living room, a side effect of the Luxray sneaking his way there with his friend following subconsciously. He was all too easy to persuade, Jordan remarked to himself. His seeming obliviousness was quite apparent too, given how the fox was becoming more heavyset than his overweight friend and didn’t say a word about it!
Windy licked his lips as he finished his last cookie. “Well, those were delicious! Thank goodness you made so few, I would have been eating all day otherwise.”
“Oh, but I made more just for you, my hefty friend! And that includes a cake to make you round out even more.”
Jordan’s mischievous grin was finally apparent to Windy. He self-consciously glanced down, quickly taken aback by his friend’s handiwork. “Hey, what did you do?!”
“Well, making you into what you volunteered to help me out with- a new couch!” The Zoroark’s stomach gurgled, coming to life as it pushed outwards inch by flabby inch. In mere moments, the obese fox had a gut swaying ever so close to the floor, threatening to beach the land whale then and there.
Windy huffed as he did his best to lift his gut upwards, trying to keep himself standing. “I didn’t agree to that!”
“Yeah you did- and it’s not like you chose to stop.” It took little effort for the Luxray to shove him over, the landing painless thanks to Windy’s massive girth.
Windy struggled and squirmed as much as he could, but he was beached hard on his back. With the TV parallel to his gut- if a sagging circle could have been a straight line- he was in perfect blob-couch position.
“Thin me back down!” Windy exclaimed.
“I think not, I have the perfect couch now! Well… near perfect. I’ll be right back!”
For a fatty feline, Jordan was a fast waddler. In mere moments, he had gone back to the kitchen and gathered up the chocolate cake. Windy watched him come back into view nervously, already anticipating what was about to happen and keeping his mouth closed. Taking a slice of cake out, Jordan waved the scrumptious piece in front of his blobby friend’s nose.
“You know you want it Windy.” The Luxray grinned his mischievous grin.
“Humph!” The Zoroark grunted with his muzzle closed. The smell was getting to him though, he could feel himself salivate…
“With a stomach like yours, you’ll get hungry soon enough. You really think you can wait it out from me?” Jordan diligently waved the cake under Windy’s black muzzle.
It took mere moments for the blob to snap, diving forward and gulping down the cake slice at a speed unexpected for one of his stature. Almost immediately after swallowing it all, a BLORP noise could be heard as Windy’s gut exploded outwards a few inches, inducing a wobble in the flabby fox. Just grinning, Jordan retrieved a second piece and teasingly waved it in and out of reach of his friend, making them huff in annoyance. It was bad enough the Luxray had the land whale at his mercy, but to taunt him as well was just too much!
Each slice was another inch, two inches, three on the Zoroark’s portly frame. His size was without a doubt comparable to a loveseat, but the feeding was barely halfway there! The repetitious feeding was only paused by Windy’s breaths and Jordan’s musing on whether a bite was worth the extra poundage. When the last bite finally arrived for Windy, there was a good piece missing- the consequences of the inch wider Luxray’s decision. Given from how he was feeling his pudgy stomach, he certainly wasn’t regretting it.
“And… there, you’re all done!” Jordan patted the blob’s stomach, inducing the truly sofa-sized mass to jiggle all over.
“Urf… you little- well, you’re not little- but I’m going to get you back for this!” Windy huffed.
“I’m sure you’ll try, and fail- couch.” The Luxray sighed and leaned back into the pudgy mass of his friend, gently feeling his handiwork all over with lazy paws.
“Fine, I’ll be your couch for now. But you owe me!”
“Owe? I suppose I owe you more fat food, that way I can keep my couch up to size!”
“Huff! I’ll slim down eventually.”
“Key word is eventually.” Jordan grinned and slapped the land whale’s stomach. How it paid to be a good cook!
WindRiderx66 , about Jordan making furniture out of Windy. Thanks for taking a risk on me Windy!Jordan hummed a tune casually as he gently set the cookies in the oven. Temperature was properly set, cookies were appropriately shaped… surely there was something he was missing? Finding nothing, the anthropomorphic Luxray shut the oven door closed and set the alarm for 14 minutes. You were supposed to go for at least 15, but a crispy cookie was no cookie at all!
Spinning around as best as his pudgy form could manage, the feline got to mixing the chocolate cake batter. The humming continued without pause as the cat worked with his paws. A dash of milk, a helping of egg, and a pinch of- wait, where was the magic powder? Jordan was a furry blur as he searched through the kitchen at breakneck pace, frantically panicking while the substance evaded his sight. Windy was going to be here soon, he couldn’t waste time trying to find the most important ingredient!
With a sigh of relief, the blue and black cat finally uncovered the container behind the mix box, shaking his head in disappointment. “Why am I so sloppy with where I put things? One of these days, I’m going to mix up my sugar cup and my powder bowl!” He muttered to himself.
Taking two teaspoons out of the white powder, Jordan dumped the sparkling dust into the gooey mix of cake batter. As he stirred the substances together, the mixture duly glowed with magical energy, but it dissipated by the time the ingredients were properly swirled together. Unable to help himself, Jordan used a claw to scoop up a small amount of dough and proceeded to lick it clean. Almost immediately, his stomach began to gently push out just a hint further, making his loose shirt a more appropriate size. The addition couldn’t have been more than a few millimeters of girth.
“Oops, I added too much again… or did I?” The feline mused as he poured the bowl into the cake pan. “When it comes to couches, I suppose there’s no such thing as ‘too much seating space.’”
Beep, beep, beep! The electric lion jolted as his thoughts were interrupted by the cookie timer. Grabbing his Vulpix-inspired cooking glove, he scooped the pan out of the oven. Leaning in close, Jordan used a claw to gently poke a hole in one of the cookies. Pulling it out net him great joy- nothing stuck, the cookies were done! Leaving the cooling cookies atop the machine, the cat wasted no time in putting the cake pan in the oven. Beep, beep… beep! Three quick pawstrokes activated the timer again for the cake.
With nothing better to do, Jordan began systematically cleaning up the kitchen. The measuring cups went into the large dishwasher, the trash went in the appropriate receptacle, and the mixing pan was quickly washed out and set to dry for future use. Tapping his claws on the counter, the feline glanced up at the clock. The Zoroark was set to arrive in 5 minutes. What about the cake? Shooting a look at the oven, the time “4:59” stared back at him. This was going to be close…
It did not, in fact, end up being close. It was only when Jordan was just finishing the icing on the cake when the doorbell finally ringed. Huffing, he set down the sugar-coated knife and hurried to the door. The Luxray’s eyes glowed as he peered through the door, seeing behind it his chubby Zoroark friend.
Hearing the door unlock with a click, Windy was greeted with a wide grin and equally wide gut. “Hey, you finally made it! You’re uh, a bit late, but better late than never!”
Windy rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, let’s just say getting here was complicated. May I come in?”
“Certainly, certainly, come right on in!” Jordan sidestepped behind the door, giving his friend enough room to slip in.
The black fox wasted no time in doing so, their fur brushing against each other thanks to the lack of room for maneuvering. Static crackled off the Luxray’s pelt, and his stomach pushed out more thanks to his Volt Absorb kicking in. Letting out a low huff, Jordan closed the door.
“So you needed help with moving a couch, right?” Windy asked, surveying the living room curiously. There was a major lack of a couch in the living room…
“Something like that. It was more like… I needed help getting a couch in the first place.” The cat had to suppress a mischievous smile as he slipped behind the Zoroark into the kitchen again.
“Huh, right…” Windy’s nose twitched. “Is that cookies I smell?”
“Ayup!” Jordan picked up the cookie sheet and waved it in front of Windy. “Want one, or three?”
“Uh, just one for the moment.” Scooping up one of the bigger confections, Windy wasted no time wolfing it down. Despite the potent amount of fattening dust in the round heartstoppers, nothing seemed to happen.
“Just one? Come on, I know you love my cooking! At least eat a second one.”
“Well… fine, but only because you insist.” The black fox picked up a second one and gobbled it down his throat. Still nothing happened… yet in spite of this, the feline’s grin was only growing.
“So… how is it? How do you feel, uh, about it?” Jordan shifted his weight from his right forepaw to his left. The Zoroark’s stomach seemed to just be a bit bigger… or was that the cat’s imagination?
“It’s delicious, as you always make your food! Don’t worry about it.” Windy chuckled and pat his fat friend’s gut. He didn’t seem to notice that he was gaining his own…
“Why don’t you prove it and eat the rest of these then?”
Windy shrugged and grabbed his third cookie. “If you insist!” It didn’t take long for him to eat his third, fourth, fifth…
In a short time, the Zoroark had eaten all 12 cookies. At some point, the duo had moved to the center of the living room, a side effect of the Luxray sneaking his way there with his friend following subconsciously. He was all too easy to persuade, Jordan remarked to himself. His seeming obliviousness was quite apparent too, given how the fox was becoming more heavyset than his overweight friend and didn’t say a word about it!
Windy licked his lips as he finished his last cookie. “Well, those were delicious! Thank goodness you made so few, I would have been eating all day otherwise.”
“Oh, but I made more just for you, my hefty friend! And that includes a cake to make you round out even more.”
Jordan’s mischievous grin was finally apparent to Windy. He self-consciously glanced down, quickly taken aback by his friend’s handiwork. “Hey, what did you do?!”
“Well, making you into what you volunteered to help me out with- a new couch!” The Zoroark’s stomach gurgled, coming to life as it pushed outwards inch by flabby inch. In mere moments, the obese fox had a gut swaying ever so close to the floor, threatening to beach the land whale then and there.
Windy huffed as he did his best to lift his gut upwards, trying to keep himself standing. “I didn’t agree to that!”
“Yeah you did- and it’s not like you chose to stop.” It took little effort for the Luxray to shove him over, the landing painless thanks to Windy’s massive girth.
Windy struggled and squirmed as much as he could, but he was beached hard on his back. With the TV parallel to his gut- if a sagging circle could have been a straight line- he was in perfect blob-couch position.
“Thin me back down!” Windy exclaimed.
“I think not, I have the perfect couch now! Well… near perfect. I’ll be right back!”
For a fatty feline, Jordan was a fast waddler. In mere moments, he had gone back to the kitchen and gathered up the chocolate cake. Windy watched him come back into view nervously, already anticipating what was about to happen and keeping his mouth closed. Taking a slice of cake out, Jordan waved the scrumptious piece in front of his blobby friend’s nose.
“You know you want it Windy.” The Luxray grinned his mischievous grin.
“Humph!” The Zoroark grunted with his muzzle closed. The smell was getting to him though, he could feel himself salivate…
“With a stomach like yours, you’ll get hungry soon enough. You really think you can wait it out from me?” Jordan diligently waved the cake under Windy’s black muzzle.
It took mere moments for the blob to snap, diving forward and gulping down the cake slice at a speed unexpected for one of his stature. Almost immediately after swallowing it all, a BLORP noise could be heard as Windy’s gut exploded outwards a few inches, inducing a wobble in the flabby fox. Just grinning, Jordan retrieved a second piece and teasingly waved it in and out of reach of his friend, making them huff in annoyance. It was bad enough the Luxray had the land whale at his mercy, but to taunt him as well was just too much!
Each slice was another inch, two inches, three on the Zoroark’s portly frame. His size was without a doubt comparable to a loveseat, but the feeding was barely halfway there! The repetitious feeding was only paused by Windy’s breaths and Jordan’s musing on whether a bite was worth the extra poundage. When the last bite finally arrived for Windy, there was a good piece missing- the consequences of the inch wider Luxray’s decision. Given from how he was feeling his pudgy stomach, he certainly wasn’t regretting it.
“And… there, you’re all done!” Jordan patted the blob’s stomach, inducing the truly sofa-sized mass to jiggle all over.
“Urf… you little- well, you’re not little- but I’m going to get you back for this!” Windy huffed.
“I’m sure you’ll try, and fail- couch.” The Luxray sighed and leaned back into the pudgy mass of his friend, gently feeling his handiwork all over with lazy paws.
“Fine, I’ll be your couch for now. But you owe me!”
“Owe? I suppose I owe you more fat food, that way I can keep my couch up to size!”
“Huff! I’ll slim down eventually.”
“Key word is eventually.” Jordan grinned and slapped the land whale’s stomach. How it paid to be a good cook!
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