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There was a local cow-kitsune hybrid called Vicky whose magic was hard to describe as witchcraft but fit the mark well enough that the pair had met through those kinds of circles. Initially appearing to be a chef of sorts, it became clear that her enthusiasm and talent for cooking were at least partially fueled by blending magical elements into the craft. It was certainly something Jenny had never seen before and the results were the kind of delicious that seared into your memory pretty quickly - she had to swear not to eat any more of the cowsune’s donuts fearing she might become addicted to them. Not that such things were a concern at the moment. And donuts were the least of what Vicky could conjure; Jenny didn’t know the limits to her power but roasts and baked goods of all kinds could appear when the cowsune witch was nearby. Made through traditional means or conjured through some portal, one could never tell. If there was one person in town who could keep Jenny’s stomach full while helping her decipher what was happening to her, it was Vicky.

“I got here as soon as I could, I-” Vicky had let herself in through the front door, unlocked as it was. What she found was a house littered with empty food boxes and a couch that had become completely destroyed by the large, massively obese woman sprawled on her back atop it.

“I... ugh...” Jenny groaned. It was morning if the dim light from behind her curtains was anything to go by but she couldn’t muster her thoughts much beyond that before a gurgling in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry. The TV was playing some show or another in the background and she also felt a dull, throbbing headache.

The mouse-dragon could hear a startled gasp and managed to crane her head enough to see Vicky’s slow approach, hand over mouth. “What’s... what’s happened?” She managed after a few moment’s open, staring at Jenny’s new, rotund form. Vicky herself had always been a little bigger than Jenny - carrying around a large pot belly which her apron did little to conceal. Clearly now, Jenny had become the larger of the two.

She would have tried to explain, to lay everything out then and there but the moment Jenny opened her mouth her stomach grumbled again, gurgling and churning loudly, reminding her once more that it was in need of filling. “We can talk about it,” she started, wincing as her gut rolled again, “But first, is there any possibility that you could get me some food?”

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An hour later and the pair had cleared out the rubble of the couch from beneath Jenny and set up a steady stream of treats for the mouse to dragoness. She lay on her back, stomach at least half full by now, head resting gently against the cowsune’s soft, fat stomach. Jenny felt as though she could feel everything she had eaten in the last hour within her, churning around in her stomach as it was processed from food to fat. A whole roast chicken was in there somewhere, swimming around in the food slurry. She had barely bothered to take it apart, instead eating it whole - not failing to notice the blush that appeared on the cowsune’s cheeks as her chicken created a large bulge in the dragoness’ neck. It had joined copious amounts of donuts, a platter of mashed potato and gravy and several burritos. Her gut felt and looked like a cauldron, churning and gurgling, pinning her to the floor. She wondered if she still had the strength to stand. If she could lift her own gut to do it. She highly doubted she would be able to when she finally became full.

“If you’d called me a few days ago,” Vicky was saying while her hands massaged the cause of Jenny’s headache - two new horns which had sprouted overnight, “I might have been able to do something about this ‘curse’ of yours. For now though, you’ll have to let it run its course.” The cowsune had wiped the blood off of her horns and was applying a polish of some sort or another. It didn’t really matter to Jenny, the sensation somehow felt like a full body massage all at once. She couldn’t help but relax, even in the face of the dire news.
“I...” Jenny mumbled, fighting relaxation to string her thoughts together, “I tried... I mean, I tried to decipher it myself. The amulet - it doesn’t have enough power to do this kind of thing.” Her words were a little slurred at the beginning but she more or less got the message out, draconic hands moving up to glide over the surface of the burgeoning dome that her stomach had become. It felt good to touch.

“Maybe not when you first looked at it,” Vicky replied, “but the aura it gives off now is pretty strong. My guess is you’ve been fueling it,” she paused and leaned forward far enough to slap Jenny’s stomach gently - not enough to even sting but more than enough to send her body wobbling, “with this.” The dragon-to-be blushed darkly and had to use both her hands to settle her gut. She moaned a little as she felt her fingers sink into its softness. “I’ve only been looking at it a while,” Vicky continued, returning to working oil into Jenny’s horns and eliciting another moan from the girl, “but with the inscription you told me about? Giving someone a dragon’s strength? I’d say you were right at first, likely the magic had seeped out of it over time. All that was left was a dragon’s hunger.” She chuckled, watching Jenny blush yet more. “You were so hungry because you were eating for a body many times your own size, and that in turn fueled the latent transformation that the amulet was originally designed for.”

“What do you mean fueled?” Jenny asked, tilting her head slightly before remembering she had horns - the motion jostled Vicky a little but the cowsune quickly adjusted. “Sorry -” she mumbled, “- but if my eating fueled the transformation then shouldn’t all this fat have been burned?”

Somewhere above Jenny, Vicky shook her head. The motion was heard more than it was seen by the dragon-to-be. “Not really, no. That’s kind of the ‘bummer’ of this particular spell. It feeds off of emotion more than it does actual physical energy. If you want to get rid of that tum, you’re going to have to do it the old fashioned way.” As Jenny turned pale, Vicky gave a light hearted laugh. “Oh it’s not so bad. Plus who knows, when the transformation is finished you might find yourself a more potent spellcaster - dragons are supposed to be. Maybe you can magic your way out of this.”

“Magic got me into this...” Jenny mumbled, but it was hard to stay worried for too long. For now she let herself sink into the feeling of the horn massage, and her own clawed fingers trailing over her soft stomach.

“And hey,” Vicky smiled, “I’ll stay with you. I’ll keep you nice and full so no more worrying about that.”

Jenny was a little worried about that.