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This is a gift to my good friend :~Started-Wit-Kovu: as a thank you for all the stories he gave me
“Thank you for your purchase, have a lovely day” said the cheerful Lucario as he then went on to greet his next customer. Max was the name; Max Packs and he ran a pretty popular bakery in his town. He appeared out of nowhere and offered delights of extravagant flavours.
Oran berry and chocolate pastries, waffle sticks with berry coating and his signature “special cake” was especially popular with new trainers and Pokémon. Plus, he seemed like a very sweet man (or mon in this case) as he was very well liked by the community. He was even offered high cash for his establishment, but every time he turned down the offers and some didn’t know why.
Because between 5 am and pm was when he opened the shop. But after that nobody ever saw him outside of work, not even once. He remained a mystery as it seemed like he always stayed in the shop and never left.
Well, that’s because he held a dark secret. Unbeknownst to the general public, Mr Packs was actually a very shady person. He would steal recipes and call them his own.
And if someone tried to accuse him of stealing he would act oblivious to the situations and fall back under the false idea that “Mr Packs is a simple person, perhaps he found out the recipe and didn’t know it was someone else’s”
February 3rd 9pm, Max was in his office having financial troubles with his business. While the administration of “his” recipes was well received. They didn’t bring in the money he desperately needed. Coupling that with a lot of unsold and untested food left him nearly broke.
He also couldn’t take those money offers because it would have had more eyes watching over him, uncovering his secrets. So, he needed to think of a way to get rid of his stock without dumping it entirely.
Then it hit him, he printed off a flier for a taste test application and stuck it on the front door. About a day later he managed to find a suitable “candidate” for the job. Her name was Lucretia, and she was a modest braixen and looked a bit different from the others.
Lucretia was a fairly large braixen, she wore tight jeans and a shirt with a very Russian design on them. Lucretia was new in town as she had just moved countries to live here. And hearing that a job opened up where she could eat food all day sounded magical.
February 5th 6:15 pm, Lucretia walked into Max’s shop and discussed the job opening.
“Ah you must be my new taste tester” Max said in a sweet yet fake tone.
“Yes hello, my name is Lucretia Borr, but most people just call me Lucy” she said in a bit of a soft Russian accent.
“Well Lucy, I think you will do wonders working for me. Come meet me in my office”. As lowered her down to the basement he made sure that all the doors and windows were locked.
“Um pardon me but why are you closing all the windows in the room?”
“Oh, so that the smell doesn’t escape this wonderful place. It also keeps the ratatta’s away”.
He pulled up a chair for Ms Borr to sit down and teste all the food. On the table was a wide variety of sweets and treats that were so amazing, simply looking at them tasted delicious.
“Now I’m going to be in the other room doing my taxes. Please don’t touch anything aside from the food because if you do. I’ll hunt you down and kill your family, see ya”.
Lucy, reasonably shocked by what he said, brushed it off thinking that was just his humour. In the meantime, she had an entire bakery to herself and wasted no time chowing down.
The food was amazing, she had never tasted anything like this in her life before. All the rich chocolate, berries and pastries melted her throat with flavour and couldn’t help but moan over the taste. All the while her stomach bulged outward, straining her belt buckle to near breakage.
“Is everything okay in there?”
“Oh yes this is nirvana for me. My taste buds haven’t been this happy since I was a child”.
“Well make sure to write down your thoughts on my work. I would like to know how good my work is”?
Lucy got out of her chair and tried regaining balance from all the food she ate. Incidentally, she didn’t think she needed to write things down and she didn’t bring paper for it. So, she wandered the room in search of paper.
She went to one of the tables and saw a bunch of papers on the desk. As she picked them up, in the corner of her eye was a key locked draw with the keys still in it. Out of devilish curiosity, she opened the drawer, and it was all the recipes he used.
However, something seemed off about them. They didn’t look like they were drawn but rather printed and with a new format on each one. Except the only thing that was written on was his name and it appeared as if he crossed out another name.
“Mr Packs, I have a few…(POOF)” a splash of mysterious powder was thrown at Lucy and before she could question, everything turned black, and she began to feel very sleepy.
February 5th 11:27pm
“Wakes wakey” he said in a sinister tone.
“I ugh, what happened?”
“What happened is that you put your sneaky little nose in places THEY DON'T BELONG!” He yelled.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!” She yelled trying to punch him.
“Well for starters I tied you up, so you don’t escape. And secondly, I used a special item that limits your psychic abilities so you don’t throw a pie in my face when I’m not looking”
“So, what are you going to do, kill me?”
“That would have been the easy option. But I also have a lot of unsold stock and I would prefer not to throw away such perfectly good food” as he said that he brought a full tray of all the cooked goods and even though she was tied up, it still looked irresistible.
Afterwards Max proceeded to stuff Lucy silly, and she was in a discomforting utopia. Each piece of food that was shoved into her mouth sent wonderful sensations down her throat. Chocolate so melty it was almost liquid, berries so ripe and juicy stained her clothes and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Max then brought out “his” signature special cake out on the table and it looked magnificent. The soft blue frosting and sweet sugar tasted amazing, but it felt weirdly familiar as if she had something similar.
Slowly inserting a slice into her mouth one by one, by the fourth slice Lucy felt something happening to her. Her body started to glow as if she was transforming, no she was evolving.
It turns out that familiar taste was actually rare candies, a (well rare) item that helps Pokémon level up faster and it just so happens that Lucy was just the right level to evolve.
The glowing stopped and Lucretia turned from a small Braixen to a plump Delphox that towered over Max. “W-well thanks for stopping by, please write down your review and let’s just keep this our little secret” he said, frozen with fear.
Lucy grabbed Max by the neck and held him against the wall wanting to finish him off right then and there. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Right as she was about to punch him in his teeth, the baked goods on the sides gave her a bright idea.
“No” she said in a heavy Russian accent “like you said, you would prefer not to waste perfectly good food.” Lucy then tied Max to the chair extra tight and using her psychic abilities levitated all the food in the room and piled it all into Max's face.
All at once the food was forcefully smashed into his throat and there was no way he could escape the situation. In mere seconds Max’s soft belly looked like it gained 70 pounds and Lucy didn’t slow down not once. Cake after cake left him unable to move, the only thing he could do was breath.
February 6th 1:07 am
All the food was gone, not a single crumb was spared, and it was all forced into Max’s face. Max no longer looked like his old self, his charming physique was replaced with a snorlax’s body. Unable to move a single muscle, Max was left on the floor breathing in the stale air of his kitchen.
Lucretia then took out her phone and started writing a review. “Got kidnapped and used as a Guinea pig. But the food was delicious. 2 stars”
“Thank you for your purchase, have a lovely day” said the cheerful Lucario as he then went on to greet his next customer. Max was the name; Max Packs and he ran a pretty popular bakery in his town. He appeared out of nowhere and offered delights of extravagant flavours.
Oran berry and chocolate pastries, waffle sticks with berry coating and his signature “special cake” was especially popular with new trainers and Pokémon. Plus, he seemed like a very sweet man (or mon in this case) as he was very well liked by the community. He was even offered high cash for his establishment, but every time he turned down the offers and some didn’t know why.
Because between 5 am and pm was when he opened the shop. But after that nobody ever saw him outside of work, not even once. He remained a mystery as it seemed like he always stayed in the shop and never left.
Well, that’s because he held a dark secret. Unbeknownst to the general public, Mr Packs was actually a very shady person. He would steal recipes and call them his own.
And if someone tried to accuse him of stealing he would act oblivious to the situations and fall back under the false idea that “Mr Packs is a simple person, perhaps he found out the recipe and didn’t know it was someone else’s”
February 3rd 9pm, Max was in his office having financial troubles with his business. While the administration of “his” recipes was well received. They didn’t bring in the money he desperately needed. Coupling that with a lot of unsold and untested food left him nearly broke.
He also couldn’t take those money offers because it would have had more eyes watching over him, uncovering his secrets. So, he needed to think of a way to get rid of his stock without dumping it entirely.
Then it hit him, he printed off a flier for a taste test application and stuck it on the front door. About a day later he managed to find a suitable “candidate” for the job. Her name was Lucretia, and she was a modest braixen and looked a bit different from the others.
Lucretia was a fairly large braixen, she wore tight jeans and a shirt with a very Russian design on them. Lucretia was new in town as she had just moved countries to live here. And hearing that a job opened up where she could eat food all day sounded magical.
February 5th 6:15 pm, Lucretia walked into Max’s shop and discussed the job opening.
“Ah you must be my new taste tester” Max said in a sweet yet fake tone.
“Yes hello, my name is Lucretia Borr, but most people just call me Lucy” she said in a bit of a soft Russian accent.
“Well Lucy, I think you will do wonders working for me. Come meet me in my office”. As lowered her down to the basement he made sure that all the doors and windows were locked.
“Um pardon me but why are you closing all the windows in the room?”
“Oh, so that the smell doesn’t escape this wonderful place. It also keeps the ratatta’s away”.
He pulled up a chair for Ms Borr to sit down and teste all the food. On the table was a wide variety of sweets and treats that were so amazing, simply looking at them tasted delicious.
“Now I’m going to be in the other room doing my taxes. Please don’t touch anything aside from the food because if you do. I’ll hunt you down and kill your family, see ya”.
Lucy, reasonably shocked by what he said, brushed it off thinking that was just his humour. In the meantime, she had an entire bakery to herself and wasted no time chowing down.
The food was amazing, she had never tasted anything like this in her life before. All the rich chocolate, berries and pastries melted her throat with flavour and couldn’t help but moan over the taste. All the while her stomach bulged outward, straining her belt buckle to near breakage.
“Is everything okay in there?”
“Oh yes this is nirvana for me. My taste buds haven’t been this happy since I was a child”.
“Well make sure to write down your thoughts on my work. I would like to know how good my work is”?
Lucy got out of her chair and tried regaining balance from all the food she ate. Incidentally, she didn’t think she needed to write things down and she didn’t bring paper for it. So, she wandered the room in search of paper.
She went to one of the tables and saw a bunch of papers on the desk. As she picked them up, in the corner of her eye was a key locked draw with the keys still in it. Out of devilish curiosity, she opened the drawer, and it was all the recipes he used.
However, something seemed off about them. They didn’t look like they were drawn but rather printed and with a new format on each one. Except the only thing that was written on was his name and it appeared as if he crossed out another name.
“Mr Packs, I have a few…(POOF)” a splash of mysterious powder was thrown at Lucy and before she could question, everything turned black, and she began to feel very sleepy.
February 5th 11:27pm
“Wakes wakey” he said in a sinister tone.
“I ugh, what happened?”
“What happened is that you put your sneaky little nose in places THEY DON'T BELONG!” He yelled.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!” She yelled trying to punch him.
“Well for starters I tied you up, so you don’t escape. And secondly, I used a special item that limits your psychic abilities so you don’t throw a pie in my face when I’m not looking”
“So, what are you going to do, kill me?”
“That would have been the easy option. But I also have a lot of unsold stock and I would prefer not to throw away such perfectly good food” as he said that he brought a full tray of all the cooked goods and even though she was tied up, it still looked irresistible.
Afterwards Max proceeded to stuff Lucy silly, and she was in a discomforting utopia. Each piece of food that was shoved into her mouth sent wonderful sensations down her throat. Chocolate so melty it was almost liquid, berries so ripe and juicy stained her clothes and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Max then brought out “his” signature special cake out on the table and it looked magnificent. The soft blue frosting and sweet sugar tasted amazing, but it felt weirdly familiar as if she had something similar.
Slowly inserting a slice into her mouth one by one, by the fourth slice Lucy felt something happening to her. Her body started to glow as if she was transforming, no she was evolving.
It turns out that familiar taste was actually rare candies, a (well rare) item that helps Pokémon level up faster and it just so happens that Lucy was just the right level to evolve.
The glowing stopped and Lucretia turned from a small Braixen to a plump Delphox that towered over Max. “W-well thanks for stopping by, please write down your review and let’s just keep this our little secret” he said, frozen with fear.
Lucy grabbed Max by the neck and held him against the wall wanting to finish him off right then and there. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Right as she was about to punch him in his teeth, the baked goods on the sides gave her a bright idea.
“No” she said in a heavy Russian accent “like you said, you would prefer not to waste perfectly good food.” Lucy then tied Max to the chair extra tight and using her psychic abilities levitated all the food in the room and piled it all into Max's face.
All at once the food was forcefully smashed into his throat and there was no way he could escape the situation. In mere seconds Max’s soft belly looked like it gained 70 pounds and Lucy didn’t slow down not once. Cake after cake left him unable to move, the only thing he could do was breath.
February 6th 1:07 am
All the food was gone, not a single crumb was spared, and it was all forced into Max’s face. Max no longer looked like his old self, his charming physique was replaced with a snorlax’s body. Unable to move a single muscle, Max was left on the floor breathing in the stale air of his kitchen.
Lucretia then took out her phone and started writing a review. “Got kidnapped and used as a Guinea pig. But the food was delicious. 2 stars”
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Pokemon
Size 120 x 99px
File Size 18 kB
Wow, this little story surprised me in a good, strange way.
Normally these types of stories follow the formula of "Feeder feeds the eater. Eater gets fat. Feeder happy."
But here you broke the rules and turned the table towards the feeder, which was honestly unexpected.
Sorry if I'm giving it too much importance. But it's genuinely the first story I've read that the feeder is harmed and punished for his actions, which is rare in this type of fetishes. Since they simply settle for leaving the victim harmed and leaving the feeder unpunished, since I suppose that the artist inserts himself in a certain way into the feeder.
I'm not going to lie, I expected the Braixen (Or Delphox) to gain more weight, but I am satisfied with the end
10/10, good read.
Normally these types of stories follow the formula of "Feeder feeds the eater. Eater gets fat. Feeder happy."
But here you broke the rules and turned the table towards the feeder, which was honestly unexpected.
Sorry if I'm giving it too much importance. But it's genuinely the first story I've read that the feeder is harmed and punished for his actions, which is rare in this type of fetishes. Since they simply settle for leaving the victim harmed and leaving the feeder unpunished, since I suppose that the artist inserts himself in a certain way into the feeder.
I'm not going to lie, I expected the Braixen (Or Delphox) to gain more weight, but I am satisfied with the end
10/10, good read.
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