I've always appreciated  toner's work, and last night when I caught his stream, I knew I had to get a commission.

I'm also starting a new series with this pic with another extended story between JT and Gemie. Over the next few months, I'll be posting stories and art from different periods during a year where JT becomes a gainer and Gemie is his feeder. This one's the first, but expect to see future pics where JT is smaller, and others where JT is bigger!

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It had been about six months since Gemie had first proposed that ridiculous idea to JT. Called into the kitchen by his roommate, the wolf expected her to ask him to taste-test a new cookie recipe. The last thing he expected to see was the leopardess sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of papers in front of her.

“I’m going to make this quick, JT,” Gemie said. “You’ve been working way too hard lately, and you’re miserable. You barely have time to eat and sleep! It’s bad for your health and, well, since I’m rich, I have a much better job proposal for you right here.”

The wolf sat down across from the leopardess and began sifting through the pages, skimming them at first before he realized what he was reading. JT looked up and stared point-blank at the leopard.

“You’re telling me you’re going to pay me a million dollars to let you be my feeder,” he said, expression unchanging.

“For one year,” the leopard replied. “No magic, just feeding. You get $100,000 now, $200,000 in three months, $300,000 in six and $400,000 in one year. I won’t make you immobile and I’ll keep you healthy. We both know you’re into this sort of weird shit anyway, so it seems like an easy answer.”

JT tried to keep his poker face, but it was hard. Nigh impossible, to be honest. The first time the wolf met his magical roommate, she’d fattened him up to the point of absurdity. He loved it until he lost control, but here she was, offering him an actual legal contract that promised he’d keep his mobility. At stake was more money than he’d ever seen before, and this time, there was no magical lottery prize to be ripped away, just guaranteed lavish spending from his old-money friend.

JT cracked a huge smile. “Got a pen?”

His journey had started almost immediately after he put ink to paper, with the leopardess starting him on an advanced, but acceptable, gaining regimen. She clearly adored every minute of the process, blending up weight gain shakes with heavy cream and deluxe chocolate for the wolf to gulp down. When he finished three cups and was full, she began to force-feed him through a funnel, though she listened to him when he yelped out, his straining, distended belly well overfull. Then, she ran her smooth paws across his swollen belly until the sheer load of calories sent him to sleep.

Honestly, after they’d gotten up to speed, Gemie was such a good feeder that JT didn’t even really consider the daily damage she was doing to his waistline. She always had entertainment, treats and encouraging words, not to mention the funnel whenever the wolf began to slack on his 5,000-calorie-per-day regimen.

By the time Gemie was turning their feeding sessions into public displays of gluttony in the third month, taking the wolf out to fast-food restaurants and buffets and forcing him to eat and drink greasy burgers and thick milkshakes until he felt he could explode, JT knew he was starting to blimp out. But between the money, the satisfaction of a perpetually-full stomach and Gemie’s clearly overt and growing attraction and affection toward him, he could barely find a reason to complain. He could feel himself deepening, softening, swelling and rounding with extra weight, but he didn’t mind. Especially not when the leopardess finished a night of stuffing with a kiss on the muzzle, one that the wolf readily replied to.

Today, though, was the first time JT had actually observed himself in more than three months, actually took time to see what he’d become, and he was shocked, stunned, and secretly pleased with the results. Looking down, the wolf couldn’t even begin to see over his wide, drooping belly, which had long swollen out into his lap, and had begun to sink further in. His t-shirt and shorts could barely cover him, a clear and large flab of white fur poking well out, down and around the limitations of the shirt’s bottom, and well over his straining waistband.

Reaching down, JT plunged his tubby paws under his sloshing belly, first appreciating its sheer size, then lifting it to see just how wide he’d grown. It was heavy, slippery and deeply soft, his paws sinking into the flesh as he struggled to lift it against the too-small shirt. The wolf could barely hold its weight for more than a few moments before his flabby arms, wide but not with muscle, had to let go. The resulting sag was enough for JT to lose his balance slightly, his center of balance having began to transform as his body did the same.

Before the wolf could size up the rest of himself, he heard a call from downstairs. “JT, honey, you’re five minutes behind schedule! We don’t want you wasting away!”

JT smiled and began to waddle to the door. He couldn’t believe he had six months of heaven left.