ROYAL REWARD: Pigging Out (Pig TF, Weight Gain)

“Alright, Mae, I’m setting a rule,” said Yuki, her slender white cat’s tail swishing behind her in annoyance. “Whatever you do, do not eat the cake, understand?” 

“You got it, Yuki!” said the kitsune, throwing a mock salute. “...Which cake are we talking about, anyway?” 

Around them, the guests of the party milled, sipping cocktails, eating hors d'oeuvre, and gossiping about the financial climate. Yuki had paid for the most expensive venue in town, and you could tell–it had swank leaking out of the chandeliers. 

“That cake,” said Yuki, pointing to the delicious mountain of sponge and chocolate and ganache standing in the center of the food table like an edible Mt. Olympus. 

Mae’s jaw dropped. Saliva poured from her mouth.

“Mae. Mae!” Yuki snapped her fingers. “I swear to Amaterasu that if you eat that cake, you’ll pay for it, understand! You can have one slice! One slice, when the party is over, understand? If you so much as enjoy looking at it too much, I’m going to make you suffer, okay?” 

“Okay, okay!” said Mae, tails swishing in irritation. “You don’t have to treat me like a child, Yuki.” 

“A child would be better behaved!” With this, she turned and marched off. 

Mae huffed. Yuki was so mean, treating her like she had no self-control. Who did she think she was, anyway? She should get back at her by eating her delicious cake or something.

With that decided, she marched straight for the table, her tails and her party dress swishing as she walked. But when she arrived at the foot of Mt. Delicious, she experienced a sudden pang of conscience. Could she really eat all of the special cake that Yuki had spent so much on? That would be kinda mean of her, wouldn’t it? 

In a rare fit of self-restraint, she decided to try the breadsticks instead. But no sooner had she taken a bite than she spat it out with a groan of disgust. “Ew, that’s so tasteless! Eh, fuck it, I’ll just eat the cake.” And without another thought, she grabbed a knife and started to cut. 

As the cake landed on her tongue, her eyes slammed tight, and she shivered, releasing a silent squeal of delight. It. Was. Perfect. 

Sweet. Creamy. Intoxicatingly moist. It was like nothing else she’d ever tasted, and she couldn’t wait to try more. 

In seconds, she’d finished her first slice. It happened so fast she didn’t even realize it was gone until her fork started stabbing through the paper plate. Wiping her mouth on her arm, she looked around, breathing hard, and screwed up her eyes with a groan. Urgh! How could she have gone through it so fast?! It wasn’t fair! She still wanted to keep eating! 

Her eyes snapped open. She looked around. Where was Yuki? Where was Yuki? Where– Ahah! There she was: speaking to the Mayor and, more importantly, not paying attention to her. Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a second slice after all. 

Her stomach rumbled as she picked up the knife. 

One second slice later, and she found herself stabbing the empty plate again, wondering what had happened. Where had her cake gone? She’d barely even started. 

Beneath her plate, her dress creaked, looking suspiciously gravid. 

With a snarl of hungry frustration, Mae grabbed the knife again. This time, she didn’t simply cut herself a slice–no, that clearly wasn’t enough for her. Instead, she took the entire top layer off the cake, dumped it on her slightly undersized plate, and tucked in with a grin of satisfaction. 

As she ate, her bodice shook, trembling, and started to split. Her stockings, clinging tight to her thighs, followed suit a second later. Beneath them, her skin seemed not only chunkier, but redder, as if the exertion of eating were heating her up. Mae, however, didn’t notice anything out of order–she simply kept stuffing cake into her mouth, barely chewing before swallowing. The feeling of it melted on her tongue was better than sex. Or at least anal.

Halfway through her portion, she tossed her fork aside, grabbed what remained of it with her hands, and stuffed it straight into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, fat and pinkish as she chewed, and when she swallowed, her dress finally split, thick pink flesh spilling through the gap. 

This time, Mae didn’t hesitate to grab her next portion. Throwing herself at the table, earning squeals of surprise from the rest of the guests, she dug her hands straight into the cake and started stuffing it into her mouth, one giant handful after another. Her cheeks bulged as she chewed, spraying flecks of the stuff everywhere. 

The more she ate, the larger her belly bulged, growing rounder and rounder, fatter and fatter, until at last, with a series of snaps, her dress came apart around the middle, and it spilled out into the open, a fat pink sack full of cake, sloshing and gurgling. Another mouthful later, and her stockings gave as well, torn all the way down to her knees by the fleshy tree trunks of her thighs. 

She swallowed another mouthful, snorting greedily as she scrambled to grab another, and with a pop, her boobs burst out of her top, blown to a size even larger than her stomach–at least, before it had started growing. Behind her, her asscheeks jiggled, plumped to match her swollen gut, and it wasn’t long before her legs could no longer support them. With a moan, she gave in and dropped, striking the floor with a great crash. The table shook. On the other side, someone screamed. 

As she dug into the last layer of cake, Mae’s gut overlapped itself, rolls of fat spilling over rolls of fat, like layers of cake in themselves. She snorted and oinked as she ate, barely noticing the way her nose had flattened or her ears had started flopping. Only as her fingers turned to trotters did she finally realize something was off, and only because it made eating a little harder. 

Finally, her tails twined themselves into a curling pink spring, and with that, Mae collapsed, exhausted, her meal finally complete. Smashing aside the table, she landed on her belly and sat there moaning. She’d swollen to the size of a small bus, her bloated pink form taking up more room than anything else in the hall. 

Footsteps against the venue floor. With a titanic effort, Mae managed to look up. 

“I should have guessed you wouldn’t listen to my warning,” said Yuki, standing over her, pupils slitted. “Never mind. I wasn’t much in the mood for cake anyway. You know what I really want to eat at the moment?” 

“Oink?” said Mae.

“Have you ever been to a hog roast, Mae?” 

“O-oink!”