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"writing": "[b][u][center]Putting On Pounds at the Pastry Place\nFor kztxl7\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nAugust looked at himself in the mirror and didn't know how things had come to this. His hands hesitantly cupped his belly, lifting it up, and the once-athletic Furfrou shook his head in disbelief as he saw his stomach move with his hands. It had never been big enough to grab, let alone move, and that...that disturbed him. \n\n[i]How?[/i] he wondered as he turned profile in the mirror. [i]How did I...[/i]\n\nThe dark-furred, poodle-esque Pokemon just shook his head as he turned again. Everything was off compared to the proportions that he was used to. Admittedly, he hadn't taken a good look at himself in the mirror for a while, but it was...definitely more than he remembered. Not only did he have a gut, but everything was softer than it used to be, and his stomach overhung his waist, and - and there was the fact that he had to wear sweat-pants now because nothing else in his closet fit him. The very idea that someone like him, someone who went to the gym every other day, could fall so far felt impossible. \n\nAnd yet, there was the evidence, wasn't there? Gut, moobs, bigger hips and ass, and - \n\nRing ring. \n\nRing ring. \n\nAugust let go, wincing with a bright red blush as his belly fell and bounced. He told himself that he walked to his phone, but really, it was more of a waddle. The sheer girth that he carried didn't allow for anything more dignified than that. Every step involved a sway in his hips, swinging one leg forward and letting the other roll back, rather than the usual gait of just...taking a step. He didn't know when he'd gotten heavy enough that his walk changed, but it couldn't have been so recently as today. \n\nStill shaking his head, he picked his cell phone up from the bedroom nightstand. He flicked his thumb over the screen and held it to his ear. \n\n\"August speaking,\" he said. \n\n\"[i]Hey, August, it's Sammy. I got your order in down at the pastry shop.[/i]\"\n\n\"Pastry shop?\" The Furfrou shook his head. \"I can't. I'm on a diet.\"\n\n\"[i]Oh come on, it'll keep. You can take one day off.[/i]\"\n\n\"I really, really can't. Not with the way that my -\"\n\n\"[i]Come on down. You know these swirly things are going to be sooooooo good.[/i]\"\n\nTo his unending shame, August's stomach growled as soon as the word 'swirly' hit his ears. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he pressed his free hand to his stomach. One moment, he'd been completely fine, but then - \n\nGurgle, gurgle. \n\n\"Okay, okay, one more day won't hurt,\" he muttered under his breath. \"I'll be down in a few minutes. Where - right, I remember. Nevermind.\"\n\n\"[i]See you soon.[/i]\"\n\nClick. \n\nShaking his head, August glared down at his stomach. It wobbled ever so slightly as he rested one hand on it, almost like it was pleased with itself. Maybe it was; who knew how he had gotten this heavy? He didn't remember changing his diet, and he was still hitting the gym, though perhaps not as much as he should. Maybe...maybe there was something else that he was missing, or maybe -\n\n[i]Swirly goods...[/i]\n\nHis stomach gurgled in angry need again, and August grumbled, reaching for his sweat-pants and his looser t-shirt. He'd figure it out later. \n\n#\n\nAs soon as he stepped through the doors of Sammy's Pastry Place, the smells of good food hit him hard. He sighed, an unwilling smile creeping up the sides of his face as he took in the heavy, happy smells of all the baked goods. Swirly rolls, swiss rolls, eclairs, and so many other wonderful baked goods lined the shelves, and each one smelled amazing. His stomach was so eager for whatever it could get that he started fast-walking to the shelves without even thinking about it, and only stopped when he realized he was drooling. \n\nThe embarrassment dragged the Furfrou back from the desperate need to eat, and he shook his head as he wiped his face clean. Hoping that nobody had seen that, he turned around. \n\n\"Hello? Sammy?\"\n\nSammy. He remembered that name from the phone, but now that he was actually in the shop, he realized that he didn't actually know who Sammy was. And yet, he remembered being here...\n\n[i]What...how...[/i]\n\nThings were fuzzy. He held one hand to his head. What was going on? Why - \n\n\"Oh, welcome, welcome! Hope you're having a [i]swirly[/i] day!\"\n\nGurgle-grumble. Oh, his stomach felt stupidly empty after that. He looked up to see a Swirlix - a puffy-haired, white-furred little guy that was barely as tall as the countertops - leaning over the set of shelves by the cash register. He had a white apron with 'Sammy' writ large across the chest, with a second 'Sammy' just under it. Business name and person name, August thought, but it was a little hard to think with his stomach grumbling like this. \n\n\"Mmmph...you said I had an order ready?\" August muttered. \n\n\"Oh, yeah. I have it right here. I'm sure that you're starving at this point, heh. Look at you, all happy and plump.\"\n\n\"Right about one of those,\" he said, shaking his head. \"Just give me -\"\n\n\"So, do you want a few swirls of whipped cream on these? Swirlies and creamies make everything better.\"\n\nSwirlies. \n\nCreamies. \n\nAugust found himself nodding without even thinking about it. It wasn't just his stomach grumbling now, but something else begging for attention, too. The rotund Furfrou felt his dick rising under his belly, starting to push against the front of his pants without warning or any apparent reason. He grunted, trying to ignore it as he stumbled toward the counter -\n\n\"Here, lemme give you a proper swirly serving.\"\n\nHe stumbled, his eyes glazing over as his few thoughts disappeared without a trace, layered over with the whipped cream and pastry that was shoved into his mouth as Sammy leaped on the counter and just...shoved it down his throat. \n\n\"Mmmph...mmm...\"\n\n\"That's it. Just enjoy the swirly texture, and the creamie taste.\"\n\nSwirly. \n\nCreamie. \n\nThe words kept knocking him further and further off-balance, and the Furfrou stood there with the dumbest expression on his face as the Swirlix pulled more of the pastries out of the box. No sooner had one dessert been crammed down his throat than another followed it, and another, and another, each one filled with more and more of those delicious calories. He stared forward dumbly, his mouth hanging open after the first three eclairs were gone. Sammy chuckled, reaching down and rubbing his distended stomach. \n\n\"Ah, yes. Who's a good little customer? Who's a good, happy, creamie-filled boy?\"\n\n\"Mmmmph...\"\n\n\"Yeah, you are, yeah, you are.\"\n\nAugust's tail wagged at that, but the meal was not done. He opened his mouth further as Sammy pulled out a bonbon, and then a plate of baklava, and - and so much more. \n\nFood. \n\nSweetness. \n\nCreaminess. \n\nMore and more of the fattening desserts were rammed down his throat, and all he could think of was how good it felt, and how it made his stomach feel better, and how good a boy he was for eating all the food that he was given. A swirly day, a creamie day, and - and - and -\n\nFurther and further down he fell, dropping into happy oblivion as the food was shoveled down his throat. \n\n#\n\nAugust came to some time later, his head spinning and everything aching. He groaned, stumbling along the sidewalk and - \n\n\"Ugh...why is my face...\"\n\nHe reached up to his cheek and pulled his fingers back. Some sort of icing came away at the touch, and he blinked as he stared at the messy white stuff that clung to his face. He touched it to his tongue and groaned. Icing, alright, and cream cheese icing, at that. Fattening as hell. He didn't even know why he would have had something like that, but clearly he'd had something. \n\n[i]Ugh, must have been grazing or something...[/i]\n\nAugust shook his head, looking down at his gut again. It was [i]way[/i] too big compared to what it used to be. He needed to get on a diet, take care of himself, get back to doing the proper kind of exercises. Most of all, he needed to avoid that pastry shop before he made another mistake and had a cheat day that completely undid what little fitness he had left. If he had any at all, with his gut this big and his body this...round. \n\nDespite the size of his gut, though, he couldn’t help but feel something…something else, something that tingled at the back of his mind and made him feel…good. \n\nNot just good. Horny. \n\nAnother blast of embarrassment ran through him as he realized that he had a boner building under his belly. The sheer stupidity of getting hard from nothing - had to be nothing, no way that he was getting hard from being [i]fat[/i] - left him with a face as bright red as some of the fire hydrants down the street. Biting his lip, he tugged his shirt down around his stomach and his bulge and kept on walking. \n\n[i]Gotta get home before someone sees this. I’ll call a gym, or - or pull up some videos for home workouts, or something…[/i]\n\nOr maybe…\n\n[i]No, no more swirly…swirly…swiiiiiirly…[/i]\n\nHe slowed down, a different thought coming to him. Maybe…maybe he should turn around…and get more pastries…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A Furfrou ends up going through a rather embarrassing bit of weight gain, and almost finds out how it happened. \n\nTags: M/solo, Weight Gain, Boner, Erection, Embarrassment, Hypnosis, Trigger Word, Mind Control, Furfrou, Pokemon, Swirlix, ",
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Putting On Pounds at the Pastry Place For kztxl7 by Draconicon
August looked at himself in the mirror and didn't know how things had come to this. His hands hesitantly cupped his belly, lifting it up, and the once-athletic Furfrou shook his head in disbelief as he saw his stomach move with his hands. It had never been big enough to grab, let alone move, and that...that disturbed him.
How? he wondered as he turned profile in the mirror. How did I...
The dark-furred, poodle-esque Pokemon just shook his head as he turned again. Everything was off compared to the proportions that he was used to. Admittedly, he hadn't taken a good look at himself in the mirror for a while, but it was...definitely more than he remembered. Not only did he have a gut, but everything was softer than it used to be, and his stomach overhung his waist, and - and there was the fact that he had to wear sweat-pants now because nothing else in his closet fit him. The very idea that someone like him, someone who went to the gym every other day, could fall so far felt impossible.
And yet, there was the evidence, wasn't there? Gut, moobs, bigger hips and ass, and -
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
August let go, wincing with a bright red blush as his belly fell and bounced. He told himself that he walked to his phone, but really, it was more of a waddle. The sheer girth that he carried didn't allow for anything more dignified than that. Every step involved a sway in his hips, swinging one leg forward and letting the other roll back, rather than the usual gait of just...taking a step. He didn't know when he'd gotten heavy enough that his walk changed, but it couldn't have been so recently as today.
Still shaking his head, he picked his cell phone up from the bedroom nightstand. He flicked his thumb over the screen and held it to his ear.
"August speaking," he said.
"Hey, August, it's Sammy. I got your order in down at the pastry shop."
"Pastry shop?" The Furfrou shook his head. "I can't. I'm on a diet."
"Oh come on, it'll keep. You can take one day off."
"I really, really can't. Not with the way that my -"
"Come on down. You know these swirly things are going to be sooooooo good."
To his unending shame, August's stomach growled as soon as the word 'swirly' hit his ears. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he pressed his free hand to his stomach. One moment, he'd been completely fine, but then -
Gurgle, gurgle.
"Okay, okay, one more day won't hurt," he muttered under his breath. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Where - right, I remember. Nevermind."
"See you soon."
Click.
Shaking his head, August glared down at his stomach. It wobbled ever so slightly as he rested one hand on it, almost like it was pleased with itself. Maybe it was; who knew how he had gotten this heavy? He didn't remember changing his diet, and he was still hitting the gym, though perhaps not as much as he should. Maybe...maybe there was something else that he was missing, or maybe -
Swirly goods...
His stomach gurgled in angry need again, and August grumbled, reaching for his sweat-pants and his looser t-shirt. He'd figure it out later.
#
As soon as he stepped through the doors of Sammy's Pastry Place, the smells of good food hit him hard. He sighed, an unwilling smile creeping up the sides of his face as he took in the heavy, happy smells of all the baked goods. Swirly rolls, swiss rolls, eclairs, and so many other wonderful baked goods lined the shelves, and each one smelled amazing. His stomach was so eager for whatever it could get that he started fast-walking to the shelves without even thinking about it, and only stopped when he realized he was drooling.
The embarrassment dragged the Furfrou back from the desperate need to eat, and he shook his head as he wiped his face clean. Hoping that nobody had seen that, he turned around.
"Hello? Sammy?"
Sammy. He remembered that name from the phone, but now that he was actually in the shop, he realized that he didn't actually know who Sammy was. And yet, he remembered being here...
What...how...
Things were fuzzy. He held one hand to his head. What was going on? Why -
"Oh, welcome, welcome! Hope you're having a swirly day!"
Gurgle-grumble. Oh, his stomach felt stupidly empty after that. He looked up to see a Swirlix - a puffy-haired, white-furred little guy that was barely as tall as the countertops - leaning over the set of shelves by the cash register. He had a white apron with 'Sammy' writ large across the chest, with a second 'Sammy' just under it. Business name and person name, August thought, but it was a little hard to think with his stomach grumbling like this.
"Mmmph...you said I had an order ready?" August muttered.
"Oh, yeah. I have it right here. I'm sure that you're starving at this point, heh. Look at you, all happy and plump."
"Right about one of those," he said, shaking his head. "Just give me -"
"So, do you want a few swirls of whipped cream on these? Swirlies and creamies make everything better."
Swirlies.
Creamies.
August found himself nodding without even thinking about it. It wasn't just his stomach grumbling now, but something else begging for attention, too. The rotund Furfrou felt his dick rising under his belly, starting to push against the front of his pants without warning or any apparent reason. He grunted, trying to ignore it as he stumbled toward the counter -
"Here, lemme give you a proper swirly serving."
He stumbled, his eyes glazing over as his few thoughts disappeared without a trace, layered over with the whipped cream and pastry that was shoved into his mouth as Sammy leaped on the counter and just...shoved it down his throat.
"Mmmph...mmm..."
"That's it. Just enjoy the swirly texture, and the creamie taste."
Swirly.
Creamie.
The words kept knocking him further and further off-balance, and the Furfrou stood there with the dumbest expression on his face as the Swirlix pulled more of the pastries out of the box. No sooner had one dessert been crammed down his throat than another followed it, and another, and another, each one filled with more and more of those delicious calories. He stared forward dumbly, his mouth hanging open after the first three eclairs were gone. Sammy chuckled, reaching down and rubbing his distended stomach.
"Ah, yes. Who's a good little customer? Who's a good, happy, creamie-filled boy?"
"Mmmmph..."
"Yeah, you are, yeah, you are."
August's tail wagged at that, but the meal was not done. He opened his mouth further as Sammy pulled out a bonbon, and then a plate of baklava, and - and so much more.
Food.
Sweetness.
Creaminess.
More and more of the fattening desserts were rammed down his throat, and all he could think of was how good it felt, and how it made his stomach feel better, and how good a boy he was for eating all the food that he was given. A swirly day, a creamie day, and - and - and -
Further and further down he fell, dropping into happy oblivion as the food was shoveled down his throat.
#
August came to some time later, his head spinning and everything aching. He groaned, stumbling along the sidewalk and -
"Ugh...why is my face..."
He reached up to his cheek and pulled his fingers back. Some sort of icing came away at the touch, and he blinked as he stared at the messy white stuff that clung to his face. He touched it to his tongue and groaned. Icing, alright, and cream cheese icing, at that. Fattening as hell. He didn't even know why he would have had something like that, but clearly he'd had something.
Ugh, must have been grazing or something...
August shook his head, looking down at his gut again. It was way too big compared to what it used to be. He needed to get on a diet, take care of himself, get back to doing the proper kind of exercises. Most of all, he needed to avoid that pastry shop before he made another mistake and had a cheat day that completely undid what little fitness he had left. If he had any at all, with his gut this big and his body this...round.
Despite the size of his gut, though, he couldn’t help but feel something…something else, something that tingled at the back of his mind and made him feel…good.
Not just good. Horny.
Another blast of embarrassment ran through him as he realized that he had a boner building under his belly. The sheer stupidity of getting hard from nothing - had to be nothing, no way that he was getting hard from being fat - left him with a face as bright red as some of the fire hydrants down the street. Biting his lip, he tugged his shirt down around his stomach and his bulge and kept on walking.
Gotta get home before someone sees this. I’ll call a gym, or - or pull up some videos for home workouts, or something…
Or maybe…
No, no more swirly…swirly…swiiiiiirly…
He slowed down, a different thought coming to him. Maybe…maybe he should turn around…and get more pastries…
The End
Summary: A Furfrou ends up going through a rather embarrassing bit of weight gain, and almost finds out how it happened.
Tags: M/solo, Weight Gain, Boner, Erection, Embarrassment, Hypnosis, Trigger Word, Mind Control, Furfrou, Pokemon, Swirlix, ",
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