Scarlet's meant to be on a diet, but her impulses lead her to a magical friend's house for a midnight snack...

A quickie I did for  fawxen a month or so ago since he wasn't feeling well, hope you enjoy!

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The night was calm, with no clouds covering the full moon. Scarlet laid in bed, aiming a cute scowl at the ceiling. At her roommate's insistence, she had gone on a diet, and she didn't like it at all. Cutting down on sweets and having to move faster than a leisurely walk looked easy on paper, but in practice it was a nightmare. Her sweet tooth constantly demanded sating - well, more so than usual - and she could only oblige in secret. May was her best friend and she loved her to bits, but this was not one of her better ideas.

A voice in the back of her head told her slimming down was for the best. To say the red fox was 'plump' would be rather generous, considering her white-furred belly sported a thick fold around the middle and hung down over her thunderous thighs. Her thick arms sported rolls over their wrists and elbows, similar to her legs.

She groaned as her large belly let out a deep grumble, begging to be fed. She rubbed it slowly. Her belly hated diets, and so did she.

"I know," she sighed, "I'm hungry too."

She needed food. Sweets. Chocolate. Ice cream...

She winced as another, sharper growl sounded. Thinking about food was definitely not helping, but neither was laying there. She needed to do something, but what?

Her eyes widened. She got an idea. An idea that went against what she should be doing, but it was too tempting to ignore. It took her little time to decide, that's what she would do. It would be risky, but at this point, she would try anything just to have just one taste of something sweet. Or two. Dozen.

She rolled herself out of bed, her tubby toes daintily touching the carpeted floor as she sneaked across the bedroom and into the hallway. Her ears twitched as she picked up light snoring from her roommate's door. So far, so good.

grrrrooooouuuurrrrrrrlllll...

The fox yipped as another desperate howl sounded from her poor belly. She listened again once it had calmed down. The snores hadn't stopped.

She sighed with relief and rubbed her belly. "Soon..."

She crept outside into the quiet night, not even thinking about how she was wearing naught but an illfitting baby-blue nightie and underwear. She was too hungry to tear her focus away from her plan.

She began walking toward the forest just outside town. It would be risky, given how hard it would be to see through the trees in the dark despite how clear the sky was, but she didn't think about that either. Her train of thought was set, and nothing could derail it.

Besides, she knew exactly where she was going. She had made the trip quite a few times before.

She plodded past the dark silhouettes of trees, feeling the grass and fallen leaves tickling her pawpads as she trekked onward. Even in the dark, she knew the route like the back of her pudgy hand. The deeper, even darker parts of the forest were nothing to her now.

"I wonder what she'll have tonight," she muttered as she kept waddling along. "Maybe some cupcakes, or brownies? Or some cookies? Maybe all of them?"

Crows and owls flew from their perches as the roar of a beast echoed throughout the forest.

"Goodness," she gasped, drumming her fingers on her belly. "That was a loud one. Good thing May's not here!" She giggled and kept plodding along.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for her to find what she was looking for. In the deepest, darkest part of the woods was a clearing, and in the middle of it was a cottage. It was very old-looking, with large stone bricks and a thatch roof, but the chimney was smoking and there was light through the windows.

"Great," she chirped. "She's home! But wait, why's her door open...?"

Indeed, the door to the cottage was laying wide open. Very peculiar. Though her query was answered as quickly as it arrived, when she noticed a familiar figure emerge from the bushes nearby.

A very large familiar figure, anyway.

She was a black cat woman, much taller than the short fox, with long purple hair flowing beneath a pointy witch's hat. Her blue robe was bulging, practically bursting even, from the sheer bulk it was trying to contain. As the witch turned to go inside, Scarlet was treated to the sight of a large rump, swaying and bouncing side to side as its owner sauntered toward the door. Her long tail flicked and swished above it, the whole show making it impossible for Scarlet to turn away.

She leaned forward, eyes wide. That backside looked so nice, and she didn't know why. She wanted to get closer. She needed to. The cat's body looked so comfortable, she had to be close to it.

"Oh, well look who it is," a familiar voice said, snapping Scarlet out of her train of thought. She looked up at the cat witch smiling down at her. "My favourite little guest~"
Scarlet took a moment to look around. She blinked, confusion setting in.
"Hi, Willow," she said, perplexed. "W-wasn't I outside? When did I come in?"
Willow chuckled, her voice full of warmth. "Why, you followed me in, dear~"
Scarlet's plump head tilted. "I did...?"
"You did, and I know why," she purred, giving the fox's double chin a loving rub with her finger. "Someone needs a little midnight snack~"
Scarlet opened her mouth to answer, but her belly obliged with a desperate howl of hunger. She flushed even redder and tugged her nightie down.
Willow giggled and rubbed the top of the fluffy white dome. "Come with me, sweetie~"

Scarlet watched as the taller, wider cat turned and plodded toward the dining room. She found herself staring at that backside again, watching it bounce and jiggle side to side like a gelatinous pendulum. She couldn't look away. She didn't want to look away. She wanted to get close to that body. Really close.

"There we are~" Willow's voice sounded again, and Scarlet shook her head. She was sitting at the table. When did she sit down?

The fox blinked slowly, trying to think, but her thoughts emptied as soon as she looked at the table again. Without warning, it was covered in plates of cookies, brownies and doughnuts, bowls of ice cream, and pitchers of chocolate milk. Her bushy tail wagged with gluttonous delight.

"Eat up~" Willow purred right into her ear.

She needed no more encouragement. She grabbed a plump pawful of cookies and crammed them into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days. Then another. And another. And another. When that plate was devoid of crumbs, she moved on toward the brownies.

She chomped, she chewed, she chugged. Her head was empty, unable to think of anything with how good the treats were. She only stopped her feasting to catch her breath, or to pour a hearty amount of chocolate milk into her mouth.

And with every gulp, her belly bloated outward. Not just that, but her backside spilled over her seat a little more, the legs a little more bent, and her thighs growing more thunderous and arms flabbier and rollier. Her jowls jiggled and wobbled as they swelled up with layers upon layers of new flab.

Eventually, the table was stacked with empty plates and bowls. A burp rippled through the air, followed by crunching wood. The poor fox had bloated up so much and grown so heavy that the chair had finally given up. Not that she had noticed; her plump backside gave her plenty of cushioning. Though her panties had been eaten up almost as much as the food and her nightie was no better than a frilly bra covered in crumbs and chocolate.

But Scarlet didn't care. She was licking the sugary sweetness left on her fingers. Her belly had finally gone from loud growls of hunger to soft gurgles of contented fullness. Her eyelids fluttered, and a squeaky yawn escaped her. Eating really made her sleepy, after all.

"Nice and full, dear~?" asked Willow, giving the oversized dome of fur and blubber another rub.
Scarlet managed a little nod. "Uh-huh..."
"Good, time for you to..."

Scarlet missed the last part, having fallen into a deep sleep and filling the air in the cottage with adorable little snores.

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Scarlet's eyes fluttered open, and she was greeted with the sight of her ceiling. She looked around her. She was in her own bed, in her own room.

"Wow, what a dream," she muttered, and let out a soft yawn. "It felt so real too...and so yummy~"

The thought of yummy treats had woken up her belly, sounding its hunger with a grumble. She giggled. "Time for breakfast~"

She rolled upright...well, she tried to, but she found herself still on her back. She tried again a few times, even trying to rock side to side, but there in her bed she stayed.

Her brow furrowed and ears lowered. "What the...?"

She got a proper look at herself. Her chest was enormously rounded, and the only thing her nightie was covering. Beneath that was the biggest, white-furred dome of jiggling blubber she had ever seen.

Her eyes widened, pupils dilated. "Oh dear..."