The most ambitious little story We've dreamt up to date. This is a second person story, so if you're not comfortable with the idea of these things being described as happening to "you" I'd suggest you skip on by this one. No actual weight gain occurs to the "you" figure in this one, but it's implied that you do want it, as that's kind of the core conceit of this whole story. This will probably end up being 3 parts in total, 2 minimum, but that'll depend on how into the weeds I get. I might even make a spinoff story focusing on the cat thief as well. I quickly became a big fan of Garlic, I can't wait to expound upon their character in the further entries. I intentionally left details about any of the main characters sparse, and avoided as much gendered language as I could so you could imagine yourself and the other major characters in any style of dress and gender presentation that fits your fancy.

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You thought you knew what you were getting into, it even sounded like a dream come true, and in the end, maybe that wasn't too far off.

The illustrious nation of Parelia was a shining beacon of power and culture for a variety of reasons, but most people only really knew them as isolationists who hoarded their great wealth. Many of the surrounding nations often sought to get in their good graces, and the country certainly wasn't on a strict lockdown, people came and went fairly frequently, but it was ever their policy to avoid trade and political dealings with others.

If one were to travel to Parelia, the harsh divide between them and the rest of the world would become clear quite instantaneously. The Parelians were in fact dragons, living life on a scale entirely foreign to any other nation. The average citizen was about twenty feet tall, lived for centuries, and would be exceedingly well fed. The dragons of utopian Parelia never wanted for anything, their magic and connections to the land allowing them to have plentiful harvests even in their mountainous home, and what the land lacked in natural fertility, it more than made up with many other natural resources, particular overflowing mines of precious metals and jewels.

Located in the center of a larger continent, its borders small and centered around the mountain range it sat atop, the rest of the world seemed to revolve around Parelia, living out far more mundane lives. Spells and sorcery abounded in these places, and relative peace was maintained, largely for fear of any extended conflict drawing in the Ire of the seemingly immortal dragons whose lands would inevitably be touched. Many of the citizens of this continent weren't nearly as remarkable for their physiology as the Parelians, and none of the surrounding nations had a shadow of the wealth that was on display, and so it was that many of them poured significant resources into staying on the dragon's good sides.

The position of Parelian ambassador was one with a high turnover rate. You weren't sure why until you'd actually met a former ambassador. Garlic Silvermane was currently a wealthy scholar, living very well after their tenure up on the mountain. You had heard the name before, but it seemed as if Garlic had inherited the reclusive nature of the Parelians, but it was during a festival held at the local lord’s manor that you found out why.

You had attended expecting another droll affair, noble festivals were usually only a fraction of the bacchanalia witnessed at the lower society gatherings you'd attended, but it was important to keep up appearances. You were right for the most part, but what changed the evening, and indeed the trajectory of your life, was when you'd finally seen Garlic for the first time.

Their arrival was heralded by an ominous, arrhythmic quaking of the earth, causing a murmur in the crowd and drew eyes to the main gate of the manor. There, you laid eyes on the fattest fox you'd ever seen in your life.

Dressed impeccably in regal clothing tailored to their enormity, a cane grasped in one flabby paw that clearly struggled to even meet the ground with how enormous they were, Garlic entered the scene accompanied by several muscular and similarly well dressed attendants. One of them pulled on straps that hung from the lower curve of their ominous gut, which would have clearly been smothering the ground if it weren't being held aloft by said straps. The others mostly just seemed to lift and carry the various folds of the enormous fox, lifting and turning their massive meaty legs which were so overburdened they couldn't bend, while others worked to help maintain the former ambassador’s balance with each waddled step.

You watched the procession, stunned into silence by the absurdity of the display, all while a heat stirred deep within your breast. By the time they passed you, most others had gotten bored with the display and had returned to their modest revelry, but your eyes stayed focused the entire time, enjoying the sight of the silver fox’s blubbery face huffing and struggling with each step. It was when they finally passed you, and you saw that there was indeed another attendant behind them, throwing their full weight against the titanic ass of the fox, their paws sinking into those absurdly fluffy buns, that you began to feel a bit light headed.

Eventually Garlic was presented before the host and lord, which felt a bit rude considering the Lord seemed to have made a point of being positioned as far away from the entrance as possible. You didn't catch their conversation, but you did watch as half the attendants who'd been tasked with keeping the blob of vulpine excellence moving broke away from their body, setting up a massive ring of cushions to the side of the main path. Once it was done, Garlic was guided over, and carefully hefted and pushed into a sitting position, falling with a massive thud that once again drew all eyes.

Clearly extremely winded from the excursion, Garlic seemed to chuckle a bit as they looked about, no longer preoccupied with mobility, they lifted one blubbery arm up and waved their paw daintily to the crowd. “Thank you all for having me, please, enjoy this evening as we revel in the glory of the moon goddess, and may you all be blessed by her.” You hadn't even known today was supposed to be in reverence of the moon.

With the display over, and Garlic safely situated at the far end of the hall, it seemed like things had finally calmed down. You spent most of the evening just staring at the fox, unsure of how to approach such a leviathan. You were far from alone in that sentiment, several others in the crowd seemed just as obsessed with watching the titanic fox as you, but very few actually made a move to speak with them. Those that did seemed to already be familiar with the former ambassador, probably colleagues who they worked with on a regular basis.

As time continued to flow through the evening, it became increasingly clear that you were no longer attending the party and were instead dialed in to the goings on of the former ambassador. You watched with a keen eye as the visitors to the leviathan became increasingly diverse, some speaking with rigor and poise, but others being far more… intimate with them. They would hug Garlic’s bulk, gently massage their belly through their finery, one even went so far as to lay across their belly as if the legendary presence was nothing more than a couch to appreciate, all while carrying a jovial conversation.

You began to wonder if you’d be afforded those same indulgences of familiarity, if perhaps such advances were expected, welcomed even, but you never quite worked up the nerve to go all in and find out. While far from content, you would have done nothing more with the rest of the night but watch, had you not seen something most unusual. While speaking to another party goer, you noticed a third party approach, a sly cat who looked just a touch out of place among the upper class expected at this event.

The cat was lean, probably some sort of adventuring type would have been your first guess, but your impression of them turned sour as they continued to hide their presence. All it took was one stray gesture from Garlic off to the side, and the cat swooped in as if they were catching prey. One swift motion, one that would have gone undetected by anybody not watching Garlic like a hawk, and suddenly the cat had slipped a ring off of their paw, turned and began to march away, not fast enough to draw attention, but certainly against the limit of such speeds.

You had been looking for an in with Garlic all night long, and what better way than playing the chivalrous hero? As fortune would have it, the cat was keeping their head down, and walking straight towards you to the exit that waited past them. It would be simple to catch the cat by the arm as they passed you, and then you could get all eyes on you at once.

To your amazement as much as it was to the thief, eyes wouldn't be on you for a good few moments. Sounds of distress began to emanate from the object of your obsession, flustered groans that grew in intensity. “What on earth… Huff… Huff… did it slip off?” The concern started slow, but all who had gathered around the mountainous fox began to retreat. Slowly at first, but surely, their enormity began to rise with each breath, and not fall back down. The sound of stretching fabric, a low thrum in the form of a groan signaled from their evening gown, buttons and laces straining against the burgeoning diplomat’s blubber.

The ominous creaking and swelling drew some attention, but the ripping of fabric pierced the evening air as the silver furred fox suddenly swelled past the limits of their clothing. In steady pulses they grew larger and larger, scraps of cloth falling around them, their limbs growing increasingly useless, pushed up by all the blubber. They had already been the fattest thing you'd ever seen, and in the blink of an eye, they had doubled in weight, if not size. The fox appeared a bit dazed, and moaned out with a muzzle buried between two gigantically soft cheeks. “Apologies, has anyone seen my ring…?”

You had suspected it was the theft of the ring that kicked all of this off, but now you were certain. The cat had stumbled, staring wide eyed back at the results of their actions. Just as they seemed to recover and continue their escape, your paw clamped down on their arm, causing their head to whip around and stare into your eyes, golden trembling orbs that were clearly more than a little frightened.

You cleared your throat, announcing to all that this feline was the ring thief, the one responsible for what just happened to Garlic. The cat’s tail bushed out, and you looked down on them with a smug sense of superiority. That look faltered when you saw their paw flash to their mouth, and they suddenly took a harsh gulp. “R-Ring? What the hell are you talking about? I don't have any sort of ring, you can search me up and down all you like, but I haven't got a thing.”

Nobody else was close enough to see the unhinged stunt but you, and while this cat did seem a bit out of place, it was suddenly looking pretty bad for you having accused them. They pulled their arm free from your grasp, taking a defiant step back as they held their arms out. “Go on, search me if you think I'm lying! While you're wasting time here, the real, urp, thief’s getting away, if tubby over there didn't just manage to get their ring caught in a fold.”

Murmurs from the other party goers were in full force, the festivities had mostly died down, as people either focused on the massively fattened fox, or the unassuming party guest that had suddenly made an accusation. You couldn't just stand there, but you also knew for a fact that a search of their person wouldn't reveal a ring they'd just swallowed. But maybe they'd stolen more? You called their bluff, advancing on them, eyeing up their tight black leather outfit.

For a moment, you began to have your second thoughts and doubts. For one, there were holsters for weapons, thankfully empty, on the cat’s outfit that marked them a dangerous individual to be flippantly accusing. Two, maybe you had been mistaken, it's not like you really saw the ring in their paw to begin with…

Such concerns only lasted a moment longer before a soft magical light shone from behind the cat’s clothes, specifically around their midsection. You had approached, paws hesitantly hovering over them, unsure if you should be touching this potentially violent stranger, when, for the second time that night, a stranger began to grow larger before your eyes.

“H-hey, what gives…?” They let out a slight whimper, all their bravado fading away as their ears bent back and tail curled around their leg. Your paws, which had been hovering just above the surface of their body, were suddenly surged into, their clothing feeling tight and taut. You felt your cheeks burn as you cupped this cat’s newfound belly. Their paws covered their mouth, just in time to stifle a hiccup, and in doing so, that belly surged rounder than before, now fully filling your paws, having burst the strap over their middle, allowing the black furred gut to spill into your waiting paws.

It was surprisingly intimate, the crowd having dispersed around you, leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the grand hall, staring into each other's eyes as your paws gently began to squish and knead and massage the doughy mass held within. Time slowed as you got a closer look at them, their features softening from gaunt and underfed to plump and non desirable in real time. In a matter of moments, they no longer looked like the dubious thief they had before, now closer resembling a retired hero who'd tried to put on their old costume that hadn't fit for years.

More and more of the cat began to spill out of their armor, straps and buckles bursting off, and they began to look increasingly… round. From the way your paws moved about their swelling gut, it was clear that they were indeed growing fatter, but it was far from a natural distribution of fat. First, it mostly pooled in their belly, which had since begun to press into your waist. The glow was much more subdued now, perhaps having only shown through such thin skin before, and struggling to do so behind all that new kitty blubber. The rest of their body was also looking strangely puffy. Their biceps had ripped through the sleeves of their outfit, great big doughy wings that hung off the cat’s arms, terminating into paws that looked so fat and swollen they couldn't even lift a fork. You looked down, forced to peer to the side to get around their jutting and swelling belly, just in time to see bursting out of the tactical looking boots they had been trapped inside of.

Perhaps that proved to be too much, or maybe the growth was just more than they were prepared to handle, but the cat fell backwards, splitting the seat of their pants as a couch filling rear spilled out behind them. Even seated as they now were, their gut didn't pull away from you very much, it rose high above them, though it did seem to be slowing down a bit with its expansion.

The cat finally spoke up, arms seemingly too hefty to bend and cover their muzzle anymore. A strange wispy green energy poured out of their muzzle like a fog, pushing out into the air with each spoken word. “I-I did it! I stole the ring, and I ate it to hide it, s-somebody help me before I… before I…” their head swam with the possibilities of what could possibly be in store for them next, not knowing whether impending doom or permanent immobility were more pressing fears.

You were snapped out of your own spell when you heard Garlic’s unmistakable blubber soaked and husky voice call out to you. “You, roll that cat over to me, now.” You stood at attention, as despite their overwhelming size, they spoke clearly and firmly in an authoritative tone the that you felt compelled to head. The verbiage of rolling the cat seemed a bit peculiar, but you supposed it was the only way you were going to get the cat from point A to B.

Silently thankful for the open invitation, you began to push against their doughy mass of a belly, successfully flopping the cat over onto their side. They let out a low groan of protest, but it was evident they couldn't just get up and walk over on their own. Just as you were wondering how you were going to manage this with any sort of celerity, two of Garlic's associates came over and made the work easy, sending the cat tumbling over to the gigantic fox, and even going so far as to lift them up and place them down on Garlic's own massive chest.

You couldn't exactly place it, but you felt a burning jealousy in that moment, wishing that you had been the hiding place for that ring if it meant you got to be handled and placed on top of Garlic like that. That feeling grew exponentially when you noticed that garlic was face to belly with the cat, looking up through all the combined blubber as they spoke in a voice only loud enough for you and the other attendants to hear. “Pardon me, I'd normally use my paws for an operation like this, but my face is just about the most mobile part left on me thanks to you.”

You then watched the blob essentially begin to make out with the cat’s gut, that magical glow growing in intensity as the cat began to wriggle and writhe. It was clear they weren't sure how to feel about it, but you could tell from the gentle swaying of their tail that it must have been some kind of pleasant…

As you got caught up in the lurid display, and wondered how you could possibly justify rubbing Garlic's exposed belly during this activity, the fox suddenly shifted backwards, face no longer pressed into the cat, who rolled backwards to rest more completely between Garlic's cleavage. Daintily, Garlic held the ring between their teeth, and a click of the tongue saw an attendant scaling their form, plucking it out and gently returning the ring to Garlic's bloated paw, the band magically realizing to fit the much larger digit.

For a brief moment, you figured that meant Garlic was about to shrink back down, but their form did little more than wobble as a weak pulse of green energy came from the ring. “ah, my apologies friend, it seems like you managed to almost completely drain it of its energies before I could get to you.”

The cat let out a groan and simply nodded.

At this point, the Lord of the manor finally entered the scene, a somewhat portly pelican with a small pair of glasses perched on his bill. “My good friend, I have no idea how this rapscallion managed to infiltrate the evening's revelry. I'll um… have my guards escort this brigand to the dungeon right away!” Their large wing hands rubbed over each other in a nervous display, clearly displeased to have given host to do many problems to the esteemed guest.

“To the dungeon? What punishment could you possibly enact on this unfortunate cat at this point? I daresay they were some adventurous sort, and they clearly can't continue that line of work in this state.” Garlic shook their head, the iconic silver mane they sported suddenly aiding their air of regality.

The cat groaned, huffing and puffing as they were talked over. “W-w-wait, but you got the ring out, you mean this is permanent!?” Dismay was clear in their voice, even if they continued not to struggle physically.

“Permanent? Oh not at all. You simply absorbed an awful lot of compressive energy, which, since it was inside you, became expansive. It'll only take a year for you to revert to your original state.” The final line was delivered without an ounce of apology in Garlic's tone.

“A year!? F-fuck… I mean thanks for not uh, pressin charges or nothing, but how am I supposed to-”

“Oh you don't need to worry about that. I feel a tinge of responsibility for your current state, so you'll be more than welcome to stay with me while you shed this excess weight. I'm sure I can find some hidden skill of yours that can be put to use that doesn't involve your quick fingers or fleet feet, so keep those chins of yours up!”

You felt a brief ringing in your ears as disbelief at the scene took hold. This wasn't right. You were supposed to be the hero who thwarted the thief, and gained Garlic's adoration. Maybe it was a leap in logic, but you had already been planning your next move once you were in their good graces, to learn more about the behemoth and what could have possibly made them so irresistibly huge in the first place.

Perhaps garlic witnessed you blue screening, as they called out to you, snapping you to attention as you returned your gaze to them. “Ah yes, the hero of the hour, mustn't forget about you, hmm? While this ring has been thoroughly discharged into our feline friend here, it will still be much more convenient for me to still have it than to go requisition a new one, so I can't thank you enough for your vigilance. If there's anything I can do to repay you, don't hesitate to let me know-”

Before you knew it, you had blurted out: “Can I accompany you and the thief?”

Garlic's heavy set eyes grew rounded in shock at the strange request. “You wish to come with us…? I suppose if you'd wished to visit my home after all this…” They sounded conflicted, unsure what your angle could possibly be. Their tone made it clear that they would grant the request, even if the meaning of it was lost to them.

Sensing the seeds of distrust, you introduced yourself, before explaining in the most straightforward and honest way you could think of. “I also want to become an ambassador to the Parelians. You've clearly had great success there, and I'd hoped you could help me to walk that path like you did.”

Garlic seemed pleased enough with that answer, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they were still wary of you. “Ah, so you wish to apprentice under me in the ways of diplomacy? Well I consider myself an open book, and I'm always fond of speaking on my Parelian days. I'll help you achieve your goals, as best I'm able, though you didn't need to earn a favor for that! I have people approaching me for advice on that topic all the time.”

It made sense, Parelian ambassadors were few and far between, especially retired ones, so of course you weren't the first person to ask Garlic how it's done. You expressed your gratitude that they were willing to mentor you, and they smiled and nodded. “I'd love to tell you all about Parelia right now, but I'm afraid it's already quite late, and this excitement has been a bit much for me. I'll spend the evening recharging my ring, and you, me and this sleeping thief will be off in the morning.”

Once again your fur bristled just a bit as Garlic's paw gently massages the passed out cat’s belly, but you left, with hopes of a bigger and brighter tomorrow on your mind.

At Garlic’s behest, you were offered a place to stay by the lord for the night, and you spent some time getting your own affairs in order as you awaited this grand new adventure into the indulgent lifestyle that lay before you. Come morning, the silver fox was back down to a size you now considered modest after seeing their uncompressed splendor, and you even assisted in delivering the titanic fox to their incredibly well suspended carriage, while the thief waddled along behind you. Before long, all three of you were loaded into the back, and your journey began.