So much mass we had to go panoramic! All's well that ends well, though, I guess.

Story by  Renard De Fleureaux and  Nocturne
Art by Yours Truly

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Cool winds whipped across the tundra, a seemingly perpetual frost on the ground. Normally such an environment would be utterly inhospitable, but that wasn’t the case for a small group of individuals currently enjoying the weather.

One large wolf, body swollen with what appeared to be muscle was busy doodling. His body was mostly white, but flecked with little black spots. Fudgepackers had wound up turning him into quite the mass of cookie dough. Cedric hummed softly while he sketched the scene in front of him.

A rather portly red panda was busy finishing up his snowman, smiling contentedly. Of course given a similar affliction to the wolf he was entirely red, red velvet to be exact. “How’s this looking,” Valeyard queried, glancing back at Cedric and the audience he’d gained.

Tate was munching on one of the few remaining Fudgepacker pops. Rehabilitation was the point of their isolation, but it was slow anyway and a few pops wouldn’t hurt. The orange bull slurped his treat before grinning. “I think it’s looking good so far!”

Not far away Lazarus was keeping himself busy with some stretches. The rabbit had wound up a bright blue raspberry. Luckily the transformation hadn’t caused too much of a problem for him in terms of mobility, but the stretches were more to keep an eye on how he was progressing in changing back. “This is taking longer than I expected. Did the doctors really even give an idea of how long this will take?”

Beside him was a much larger tiger. Fudgepackers had turned Akari from white and black to a rather nice swirl of chocolate and vanilla. He wasn’t one to let himself slip despite the sudden change in structure. His considerable belly jostled as he worked on his deadlift, arms bulging as weights heaved above his head. “Oooof! I think they said the best we can expect is a couple weeks. Until then, we’re stuck here. Don’t think some mind though.” He grinned and nodded to a pair enjoying themselves.

Jose Bravado was currently locked in a posedown, a friendly little competition with someone else who hadn’t entirely succumbed to the fudge. The bull was still sporting a bit of belly, not that he minded the extra heft. Plenty of calories had been burned off and fat replaced with new muscle, his chin wedges firmly against his pecs as the chocolate bull grinned broadly. “Joo really should have gotten a bit bigger, amigo! Joo could have been as big as El Toro!”

“I think I’m more than a match, I just don’t have the keg.” Renard chuckled as he curled one arm, bicep rising and jostling as the other stretched out straight. His own thick chin was being shoved by his chest. While he wasn’t sporting a six pack just yet, his middle was much more defined than Jose’s at that point. His lush pink mane stood out as he smiled. “Besides, I think I did okay all things considered. I might lose the strawberry, but I’m not losing a bit of the size.”