Weight Gain One Shots (And more...)

For Protection (Fem. Reader x Wolf Boyo)

(skinny girl feedee to chubby
2nd person perspective
Short daydream~)

"Nononono..." The soft grumbling of mumbled words echoed from somebody's lips, but you couldn't see where it was coming from. The soft splash of water, and a squeeze of a rag was audible as you could suddenly feel a hot wet towel placed on your forehead. The soft sounds of a strong thunderstorm echoed outside, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep...

The first time you actually got a chance to open your eyes the scenery was drastically different. No more heavy rainfalls, instead the soft chirping and humming of birds echoed from a small distance outside. The fierce winds turned into a gentle breeze, lapping up the grass and rustling it softly. You were inside what looked like a cabin that has been out of use for some time, hidden away from society, the only substance to it a mostly burnt candle on a dusty wooden table. Cuddling you gently was the most comfortable bed you could ever imagine, bundled up like a burrito in soft wool blankets. It was hard to tell, was this actually a dream...?

Suddenly, the door to the cabin opened with a triumphant screech, announcing to you that the "home owner" had arrived. Bending down a little, and trying to open the door quietly, a ragged young male with large fluffy ears and black hair pushed the door open as quietly as he could, as if he was trying not to disturb you. He would pause as he noticed you, freezing for a moment.

Frantically, he shut the door behind him and skid across the floor towards you, holding up a finger to his lips before you could do anything. "Shhh! Sh sh sh. You're okay, I'm not here to harm you." He was shaking a bit, a mix of nervousness and excitement in his voice (and in his tail, which practically wagged endlessly). "You had a bad fall, I think. Collapsed on the ground." He winced for no reason as he pulled a dry rag off the top of your head, putting it on a small nightstand nearby. "I was expecting you to wake up tonight, you've been out for a day, so please, eat here."

Slowly but surely, he would lift you up on his shoulder, placing your somewhat dazed state down on a wooden chair he covered with blankets. You sank into it. Was that a fire you heard outside?

The wolf boy would dart out of the one room house, before opening the door and heaving the greatest piece of meat you've ever laid your eyes on. It was massive, a large cut meat that he seemingly hand cooked outside with a fireplace. With a THUNK, he set it on the table in front of you.

"You're not entirely healthy yet, I can tell. This will help, it's a special boar." He fumbled in a random drawer, pulling out an oddly crafted knife and fork (he was quite proud of them) and handed them over. They looked clean enough.

As hunger pains coarse over your body, you reach out with the knife, slicing into it to cut out a delicate piece. You lifted it up to your mouth, chewing and swallowing it. It was fantastic! Still hot and steamy, and not too firm. After only a couple bites, it was gone, and you were preparing for another.

A second chunk of boar became three, and three became four as the sounds of your chewing and swallowing added to the nature's atmosphere. It was odd, you would find that you couldn't help yourself to this delicacy. Before you know it, something was a little odd, you reshuffled yourself, thinking nothing of it.

As this desire to eat overcame you, you'd notice as your belly felt a little tighter around your waist, digging into your slightly torn pants. It was a pleasant sensation for a little while, but it soon became unbearable as you looked down. Lifting up your shirt, you could see your gut spilling out some. Remarkably, not as a food belly, but as fat.

Giving it a touch and a pinch, it definitely was, and you could feel it's bloated mass attached to you. Suddenly, your stomach would churn, issuing a command. It was still hungry. Maybe confused but definitely starving, you chowed down further, each bite tasting better and better.

With a burp, you couldn't take it anymore, reaching down to unbutton your pants as you felt the fleshy mass suddenly surge outwards, hanging. But it was just a little weight, this was manageable right? Your mind too focused on your belly, you wouldn't be able to notice how snug your pants were getting around your thighs.

You needed more, and you slurped down the fattening meat, feeling it hit your belly as it swelled with a sudden slosh. "Hmm... this isn't fast enough, you could be unhealthy at this rate." The wolf boy, who was quiet this whole time, nodded to himself and stood up, grabbing your utensils and cutting a slice for you. Lifting it up to your lips, you'd find your mouth latch around it, swallowing it a moment after.

Hands now free to roam, you find your shirt starting riding up, exposing your underbelly as it surged even further outwards. Your pants, despite no more button, were getting impossibly tight. In the span of part of a dinner, you were chubby, and there was no denying it now.

Bite, chew, swallow, repeat. Trying to widen your stance, your pants would rip, exposing more flesh as you felt your belly start to press into your thighs. The chair underneath you would creak, and snap as you fall to the ground, cushioned gently by the blankets. Your mind would drift off into a bliss, the wolf boy doing all the work as he hand fed you, patting your stomach and putting his ear to it, as if he was checking it was working properly.

Soon enough, the work was done, and you sat there, fattened beyond belief as your belly hung, close to touching the floor. As if he was ready for this stage, the wolf boy would rub along the belly, and scratched behind your head, drifting you back off into a daze...

Until eventually you woke back up, wherever you are. All that was left, was a memory of delight.