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Pudding of The Month - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2022-03-27 01:47:46 +0000 UTCHey y'all! Managed to get out of bed long enough to do some tasty draws for this story! Story contains puddings, stuffing, a little magic and cum inflation! I hope you enjoy it <3
Vic belongs to VictorTheMaker, who also did some editing help with the story ;u;
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Ding-Dong
Large cow ears twitched at the sound of the doorbell. Half way through pouring herself a box of cereal, Vic scratched absently at the back of her head and wondered who it could be. Given there was no sense in delaying finding out, the overweight cowsune wrapped her night gown across her considerable bulk and waddled off towards the door. Her fur was grey with a darker patch of fur around her tummy, and darker patches across her hide where her cow heritage won out over that of the kitsune. Her muzzle was broad like a cow's but had the keen nose of a fox on it. She had long brown hair which now fell to her shoulders in a mess, since she hadn't yet had time to brush it.
A plump paw fell on the door handle and Vic opened it, peering about to find there was nobody there. Surmising that the doorbell hadn't rung itself she looked down and saw a package on the ground – a medium sized box decorated with stickers of what looked to be pudding cups. Realising she was still in her night gown the cowsune bent over quickly to pick up the box and hurry it inside, shutting the door with a back hoof. “Expecting a delivery?” She called in the direction of the bedrooms where an equally scruffy haired mouse was emerging, groggily wiping the sleep from her eyes beneath the rims of her full moon glasses.
Jenny was a brown furred mouse with a lighter patch of fur on her stomach. She had blue hair, round glasses and seemed almost perpetually tired, with bags under her eyes. This morning was no exception, of course. While Vic looked to weigh in around the three hundred pound mark with a pronounced stomach that pushed through her robe when she didn't bother to tie it, Jenny looked to be a bit more skinny. She had a little meat on her bones and could be called chubby. But Vic remembered a time not so long ago when the mouse had been so rotund she had needed help getting through doorways! The product of a magical experiment gone wrong, the mouse had claimed with a blush. Vic could see she enjoyed being fat and waddling around a lot more than she let on though, the cowsune wasn't sure why Jenny ever denied it. It's not like Vic would judge her, that would be ludicrous. She simply wanted Jenny to be happy, thick or thin, she would be there for her.
The mouse's eyes fell on the package in Vic's arms and she blinked before shaking her head. “Nup, not mine.” Jenny said, padding close as the cowsune plopped it down on the counter.
“Pudding of the Month subscription...” Vic read the label out loud. Checking again to see if Jenny recognised it, she shrugged and opened the box up. It was addressed to them, after all. With the box open it became clear it was at least 20% packing peanuts. Jenny was already playing with them as though she were going to eat one of them. Vic just grinned and continued sorting through the box's contents. They looked like puddings, a few 8 packs of what were called Power Puddings, or at least advertised in loud lettering as such.
By now Jenny had pulled what looked like a letter or pamphlet from the side of the box and was reading it. “Welcome to your new Pudding of The Month subscription! Thank you for signing up with us. You'll find the requisite customer feedback forms in the back of the box, yada yada,” Jenny trailed off for a moment before picking back up some steam, “oh yeah, okay, so the first pudding looks like this Power Pudding. Says it increases stamina or some nonsense. Do not consume if pregnant, do not consume if breast feeding- wait!” She jumped a little, “I DO remember this! Someone came by the store, I thought it was just some pyramid scheme thing but they wouldn't go away until I told them I'd try their puddings.” She looked apologetic and a little amused, a strange combination but fair enough given the circumstances. “It was something about a new company that needed product testing? That's why there's a – yeah there's a contract with the feedback forms. Something something no liability, you know, the usual.”
Vic rolled her eyes, “That's pretty suspicious you know. Just sending people random foods and telling them they can't complain for adverse effects!” It was like something out of one of those fetish stories she sometimes read on the internet.
“Yeah but the form's pretty good. Company says it'll insure us for any damages or illnesses, we'll even get paid per test.” Jenny paused a moment, an eyebrow lifting as she read the contract, “A considerable amount.” She said at last. “Might even close the store.”
She didn't mean it if the tone of her voice was anything to go by – Jenny would never close the store. Magic was her life and helping people with it was the perfect job for her. Vic absentmindedly looked in the store's direction, it was just through the kitchen door, a large room that had been repurposed with shelves for various alchemical ingredients and potions, magical knick-knacks and the sort. Jenny was a practising witch and while the state of her bedroom might now and then become dire with clutter, the store was always spic and span. For her part, Vic understood. The kitchen itself had been expanded to allow for some batch cooking – Vic worked to supplement Jenny's magical business with baked goods and the like and would never stop doing that. While different, it wasn't exactly a surprising combination, most people preferred their potions either accompanied by or baked into a croissant or danish. It seemed a matter of Jenny's pride in Vic's abilities that she never settled for anything less than having the baked goods displayed in the centre of the room, in cascading glass displays.
“Well, what do you think?” The mouse asked, putting the contract back down. “If you don't like 'em, or they make you sick, we can always just tell them to stop sending them. But I for one am a fan of free puddings.”
Vic gave a little chortle. “Of course you are.” She replied with a grin, prompting an indignant squeak from the mouse.
“Speak for yourself fatty!” Jenny replied poking Vic's doughy middle. The cowsune simply grinned a little more.
“Alright. We'll give them a shot. I'm interested about this power pudding, myself. I can't stand the taste of coffee, maybe this will be a bit better.”
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Power Pudding ™ branded itself for pudding enjoyers who 'had a lot to give but wanted to give a little more'. It was vague advertising and there wasn't much in the way of a list of ingredients. All in all not a brilliant start to the Pudding Of The Month experience Vic considered, but she had agreed to try the subscription so try it she would. Finding herself flagging a little as the day wore on she had waddled her way over to the box of puddings on the kitchen counter in search of a pick me up. The smell of baked goods drifted through the cosy house and she could hear the gentle clink of potions as Jenny re-arranged stock in the storefront.
Grabbing a spoon and peeling off the pudding's brightly coloured top, Vic gave the brownish-greyish mixture a tentative sniff before tasting it. Instantly her eyes brightened and her taste buds lit up. Who cared what was in the pudding when it tasted that good! Another few spoonfuls and the cow-kitsune hybrid had finished the cup and was using her fingers to scoop any errant mixture up, practically salivating over the remaining chocolate-protein taste that had captivated her. One cup was hardly filling for a cowsune of her size, so naturally Vic grabbed another pudding, and another after that. It was only when her stomach was bulging ever so gently through her chef's apron and she felt just a little bit queasy that the cowsune realised she had eaten near all of the puddings! Certainly more than half. Pudding cups lay scattered around and her stomach sloshed with the slightest jostle.
Blushing a little bit, Vic quickly started to dispose of the evidence. She hadn't meant to let herself get so carried away. Her gut bulged out, already fat and flabby it now felt like she was smuggling a basketball underneath her blubber, one that sloshed and glorped with the slightest movement. It was a wonder Jenny didn't hear her as she bent and waddled around, picking up discarded pudding cups where they had been dropped.
With the rubbish cleaned up the cowsune quickly closed the package and got back to her work. She didn't exactly feel energised but the taste alone had been worth it. A sluggish day cradling a full stomach might be a nice treat, too.
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The day pushed on, customers came and went. The witching store was never really busy but somehow there was always work to be done. The few clients they had kept Vic busy in the kitchen baking Jenny's alchemical creations into more palatable baked goods and handling the store itself kept the rodent busy most days herself. When people weren't poking around the glass display shelves they were probing her on whether or not magic was actually real and how their friend two towns over read their future once and it was so true. Vic didn't miss having to deal with customers, but Jenny never seemed to mind.
A package filled with baked goods in her arms, Vic made her way into the storefront, cow-fox muzzle propped up over the edge of the brown cardboard box she was carrying. It had been a few hours since the pudding fuelled binge but she could still feel the mass weighing heavily on her waistline, pulling her down gently. She waddled over to behind the front counter, bending slowly to lower the package down while stifling a burp that came up, the air in her gut jostled by the compressing movement. When she rose back up Jenny was watching her with a half grin.
“Big lunch huh?” The mouse asked, her tail curling and uncurling behind her in the kind of fashion that Vic had come to learn meant she liked what she was looking at – and clearly she was looking at the cowsune's bulging stomach. Jenny's eyes were tracing the lines of it beneath her apron, the way her love handles connected to her back, the overhang of her stomach.
“Uh,” Vic blushed a little and grinned, herself. “Yeah I guess. I tried out some of that pudding. It's... it's not bad.”
“Better save some for me!” Jenny replied, but didn't seem to be minding its effects on Vic, either. She closed the space between them in a few steps and cupped the cowsune's stomach, lifting it ever so slightly. Letting it go suddenly, Vic's gut fell with a plop and a loud gurgling slosh, provoking another blush and a stirring in her loins. Being turned on by a little tummy play was nothing new, but the almost electric sensation that struck down there was surprising in its intensity, she was surprised to find a stuttering moan escaping her lips. Jenny blinked, “Oh my, someone must be pent up.” Her rodent paws travelled lower, trailing down the underside of the cowsune's gut to cup around beneath her manhood, lifting her bulging ballsack. Once again Vic was overwhelmed by sheer sensation – this wasn't normal but it wasn't unwelcome by any means. Her body shuddered and she found herself quickly becoming erect, pants tenting under the mouse's attention. Trailing her fingers back up along the underside of the cowsune's impressive gut Jenny seemed to muse to herself, “I guess we could close up early...”
It took all of the willpower that Vic could muster to work her mouth to say, “I'll wait...” the words sounded sultry but it was all she could do not to moan. The store was due to be closed in a half hour as it was. “I'll... I'll be waiting in the bedroom.” She added, reaching out to stroke Jenny's cheek.
“I'll be there.” Jenny replied with an eager grin. She watched as Vic waddled her way back out of the room, gait a little stiff with her manhood tenting her pants so severely.
Vic barely made it two rooms away before she collapsed against the nearest wall, sweating. Fully erect, she struggled to undo her apron and the front of her pants, her dick pushing into the overhang of her gut. It felt... different, it all felt different. She had to push against her own blubber to take a closer look, pressing her gut to one side and leaning over it her suspicions were confirmed. She was bigger. She had actually grown bigger. Not just her dick, thickly veined and pulsing gently with need, but her balls too sagged beneath it at least thrice as large as they had been this morning. As she looked, one paw pressed to her gut to keep it to one side she could swear they were.. growing. The thought made her sweat but lust and need clouded her mind. Investigating would have to wait, she had every intention of playing with her newly improved toys.
“Uh, on second thoughts,” Vic's voice wobbled a little bit as she tried to keep it level, “maybe you could close up early.”
There was a slight, pregnant pause before Jenny's voice returned, “I'll be right there!”
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The couple's shared bedroom had a quiet, lived in feeling to it. In the centre of the room against the back wall was a bed large enough to typically hold them both regardless of how fat one of them was (though there had been exceptions to this rule where the bed frame had had to be replaced). A bedside stand either side of the bed for each of them gave a small glimpse into their personality, with a neat alarm and tablet set up on the left for Vic and a somewhat more messy jumble of medication and empty soda bottles on the right for Jenny. Other than that there was a dresser, a minifridge in case one of them got snacky, and a door leading to an en-suite bathroom – a must for any fur too big to make it more than a few paces without breaking a sweat. Empty bottles and clothes lay strewn across the floor, but right now garbage was the last thing on Jenny's mind.
The chubby mouse had hurried upstairs to the bedroom to find her girlfriend standing buck naked in the middle of the room, her cock standing fully erect and pulsing against the underside of a gut which had clearly grown since the last time they had spoken only minutes ago. There was a slight transparent sheen to that stomach of hers, like a furry balloon she imagined she could see all the pudding that was pulsating and glorping around in there. But the cow-kitsune's stomach wasn't the only asset that had grown, her partner's shaft stood proudly a full foot in length, the tip of it brushing Vic's belly button already leaking something that looked suspiciously like pudding from the tip. The cowsune's balls were engorged as well, well beyond anything that was possible without magical intervention. The whole thing smelled of magic and... delightfully, it also smelled of musk. The cowsune's scent was so strong Jenny nearly stumbled as she made it the last few steps into the room.
Vic was looking at her with a mixture of pleading and desire in her eyes. Her mouth was open but she couldn't seem to find the words she wanted. For her part, Jenny was already quivering with a need of her own, her cock was less substantial by far but it had started tenting her dress since the moment the cowsune's musk hit her nose. Getting a chance to look over her partner, all the changes that had happened, that big, glorpy stomach as round as a yoga ball and nearly as big had her heart racing.
Starting to tear at her clothes she was grateful when Vic helped out, waddling over she felt her girlfriend's gut brush against her moments before Vic's hands were able to grab her dress and help pull it over her head. Between them, their combined energy and need nearly left the dress a ripped mess on the ground. Her undergarments fared no better, each pulled off faster than the last until finally Jenny stood completely naked, heartbeat pounding in her ears as Vic's large hands grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to the bed.
Stumbling, Jenny thought to climb into bed but before she got much further than bending down she felt Vic's hands grab her by her diminished love handles and her partner's cock thrust deep between her cheeks. There was no gentle nudging against her hole, no teasing whispers in her ear or nibbles against her neck, just pure unabashed need. She felt the same.
The first thrust had pushed her cheeks wide, with the second the cowsune's gut came down firmly onto the mouse's back as her cock rammed into Jenny's needy pucker. She squealed, equal parts delight and pain coursing through her need addled mind as her hands clenched around the sheets. The heat of her lover's pre-stained gut against her back kept them from seizing, and a low moan drifted from her throat as she prepared for another thrust. She had heard an audible slosh as the cowsune's gut had collided against her and she heard it again as Vic pulled out slightly, only to thrust harder, pushing more and more of her significant length into Jenny. If she had felt stretched out before she was learning now what it really meant to have her limits tested.
With another sloshing push the mouse squealed again, her cheeks blazing red as her cock dripped with her desire. She felt like she was being impaled. Like Vic's cock was pushing all her other organs aside. She could feel the build up of pre-cum that had been dripping on the floor had now become more of a solid flow, with every thrust more of it was pushed into her, coursing through her lower intestines. As her lover pulled out she looked down and gasped, her lower stomach was bulging outwards, gravid and heavy with the pudding-like cum. With every thrust, every push, every squeal that bulge became larger and larger, a gravid ball she began to cradle with one paw as the other maintained its grip on the bed sheets and the mattress below.
Increasingly lost to lust, Vic tested that grip. Her hips pumped at a slow pace at first, limited by the size of her newly inflated stomach, but that changed as the two adjusted to it. The short instants of rest between in and out faded in favour of momentum, a change reflected in the sounds of their lust. The clap of the cowsune's hips against the mouse's ass gradually sped until it matched the pace of their racing breaths. The sloshes of Jenny's stomach grew more pronounced as it swelled larger, propping her back against Vic's substantial middle. Their bed frame strained and flexed under their growing weight, adding its own squeaks to their song. In the back of her mind, Jenny wondered if they would need to replace it again, but another thrust pushed the notion from her mind, along with most other thoughts.
Time dragged on, observed by neither in their state of absolute bliss, until it was one last push that drove Jenny over the edge, she couldn't take it anymore. The thought of herself ballooning like this, her lower gut alone distended and bulging with her lover's cum was enough to push her to orgasm, her dick sputtering its load across the underside of her distended gut. She moaned and every muscle in her body seemed to clench as Vic pushed towards her own finale. The cowsune's orgasm was far more impressive and in just seconds it was no longer Jenny's lower stomach that was distended but the whole thing as her intestines inflated to sizes she could no longer imagine and forced their pudding-like load up into her stomach. Paralysed by post-orgasm bliss it was all Jenny could do to watch in shock as the body she had worked hard to get back into shape was inflated like a balloon before her eyes. As Vic emptied her load into the mouse, she began to look pregnant, then her globe of a stomach surpassed the size of the cowsune's yoga-ball gut and started to push her arms aside and her body up from her mattress. For Vic's part it seemed as though she had no intention of pulling out, likely the thought was lost between blissful groans and even if Jenny had wanted to communicate distress, as soon as her mouth opened it filled with pudding that was pushed up from her stomach.
Like a balloon attached to a hose Jenny felt her stomach rounding out in front of her, sloshing and glorping with its new load. The bed creaked its complaint beneath her gut and just when she thought the frame would buckle under its new load Vic's orgasm seemed to taper off. The mouse could no longer reach the mattress with her hands if she had wanted to, instead as Vic's cock schlorped out of her pucker she fell to her knees, caressing the bloated mass of pudding inside her and panting.
A little bit of effort saw Jenny drag herself atop the bed, it was her only move really. Her stomach was too heavy for her to lift by itself but with a bit of blushing and grunting she could pull herself onto the mattress and lay on her side, the boulder of her stomach rising up in front of her. She rested one arm on it, feeling the pudding-like composition glorp and settle beneath its weight as she panted and moaned. All of this would no doubt re-settle about her figure as fat, completely undoing all her months of diet and exercise. She might have complained, but finding the breath for it was another matter.
Vic was in no better shape, panting and blushing, looking equal parts abashed and proud of what she had done. She was bent over, hands on her knees, trying to get her breath back as she looked at Jenny, who was stroking her boulder of a stomach.
“Well...” Vic seemed to have found her breath and her voice, she blushed a little. Jenny arched an eyebrow, expression playful across her face. “Can't wait until next month's flavour!”
