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After the door was closed Vaughn got back to his workstation with a new sense of purpose, flicking through the aging book he noted down the ingredients he’d need for each potion and began by organising them together. After that was done, he got to work on the first few potions adding in exotic ingredients like milk, pears, rose petals and seahorse scales... actually, he’d make a double dose for the last one. His hands swiftly danced around the workstation, mixing in ingredients where needed, adjusting flames and stirring pots. Vaughn continually glancing down to check his work against the tome, but as he became more focused on the delicate mixtures, he stopped requiring constant self-checks for his work. Instead beginning to use his own knowledge and confidence to support himself. Even as the fumes made him feel sick, he continued to work without hesitation, pulling open his window and wafting in some fresh air before turning back to pour in some mantium to the first few potions. The lynx worked with total efficiency and his moral at an all-time high. Vaughn couldn’t wait to watch Micky try his potions and see how they worked, the text descriptions were all dry and worded poorly, Making the lynx eager to see what they really meant. After a final few minutes of work, Vaughn had 4 potions prepared for Micky... and one for himself.

Micky’s ears perked up as he heard Vaughn’s door open. Now that the wait was over Micky was ready to test these things out. “Good job on the potions” Micky said as Vaughn passed him the first bottle.

“You want to know the effects first?” The Lynx asked.

“Nah” Micky replied before downing the drink, it tasted creamy and milky probably the best one so far. As he finished the bottle, he passed it back to Vaughn and immediately began to feel the effects his chest immediately surged out forming into small breasts. Micky couldn’t help but moan as his sensitive nipples pushed tight against his shirt. He could feel his new tits failing to stop growing, Micky quickly began to pull off his shirt as his chest felt tighter and heavier, eventually he pulled away the shirt and his tits sloshed around in response. Micky wasn’t kidding himself; this was nice. But he struggled to keep up with the massive globes of flesh he had. As his tits surged out, he tried to place his hands around them to stop their jiggling, but by now he could barely get his hands around his new impressive chest. Micky leant backwards to counteract the weight. After a few more minutes, the feeling subsided and his tits finally stop growing. He was then free to examine what he looked like. Each breast was as big as his head, far beyond any normal physique. Micky bit his lip a little as he inspected the new breasts of his. Starting at the bottom, he felt all over their sloshy weight and the warmth trapped within them. Micky then stretched his arms out and felt around for his nipples, grasping them in his hand made him weak... he couldn’t believe how sensitive they were!

Micky now wished Avery was here to see his chest, now far bigger than her. Then quickly remembered it was probably for the best he wouldn’t have to deal with her massaging his tits, teasing him and pushing him against the wall... Plus it would be way too weird with Vaughan here.

Micky then turned to face Vaughn feeling his tits slosh around in response. Vaughn was staring intently at his chest, but it was a look of curiosity, not so much arousal. Vaughn inspected them intently, wishing to ensure his potions weren’t causing any side-effects.

Micky just stood and waited for the exam to finish, barely able to move for fear of sending his tits swinging again.

“Looks good, although a little bigger than I expected” Vaughn moving forward and poking Micky’s tit flesh curiously.

“Don’t worry I’m not complaining” Micky replied grasping each tit and shaking them in rhythm. They slapped against his ribs and bounced off one another, they felt like a mix of water balloons and piles of wet dough. He assumed all the milk in the potion was what made his chest feel so full of liquid, he should probably deal with all of that pressure. “Although these things are quite full” Micky added, jiggling them again and watching as Vaughn jets his eyes trained on that jiggling chest of his.

“d-do you need help?” Vaughn asked, “with the fullness?” seemingly timider than before.

Micky blushed in response; he didn’t think getting milked would be on today’s cards. “Yep, although I don’t know what you could usE-ee!” the fennec moaned out as Vaughn quickly grasped his breast and puckered his lips around Micky’s full tit. After a moment he felt a release and began feeling the warm milk flowing out of his chest and into Vaughn’s mouth. Micky stopped thinking about the surprise of the situation and just focused on the joyful feeling of arousal he felt as the feline scarfed down his breast milk. Vaughn was able to handle the titanic flow of milk with ease, his lips tightening as he sucked more milk out, occasionally rubbing his tongue across Micky’s nipple and arolia sending him into a fit of uncontrolled deep moans of exstacy. Eventually the fox began to squeeze his tits, pushing more and more milk into the Lynx’s maw, Vaughn seemed eager to take it all. It all felt so great for Micky, the pressure fading, his milk slowly filling up the feline and his sensitive boob being worked perfectly by Vaughn’s mouth. After a while Micky thought it best to test the Lynx and grasped the other tit in his hand pushing it firmly into Vaughn’s mouth, making him stop sucking for a moment to get booth nipples in his mouth. Vaughn started again taking in twice the milk and making Micky moan louder than ever, his two boobs were getting drained by the enthusiastic Feline faster than the fox could manage and he needed to illustrate his pleasure to Vaughn. A lone paw of the fennec’s reached round and grasped the back of the Lynx’s head, feeling and stroking his soft hair, feeling the subtle moves he made as he slurped up all milk he could from Micky’s engorged melons. Micky’s other paw remained a balled-up fist, unable to stop shaking as Vaughn slurped away his delicious milk. The feeling of his mouth on Micky’s sensitive Skin was heavenly, it made him tense up but in such a fun way. Eventually Micky moved his hands back to his tits, squeezing them again to force more milk into Vaughn’s mouth, he could feel the pressure nearly gone and his tits felt like they’d lost a good bit of weight. He hoped Vaughn would finish the job, seemed like he’d already drunk a good few litres. But as micky’s moans illustrated, Vaughn still had quite the capacity left and was still hungry for more fox milk.

After a few more minutes of Sucking Vaughn finally stopped and moved his mouth away from Micky, wiping the mill from his maw and taking a moment to breathe through his mouth. “Sorry, that just seemed like the most efficient way to-“ Vaughn let out a belch and covered his mouth.

“Don’t worry that was... awesome” Micky replied feeling drained as well. Vaughn stood up straight and placed a hand on his gut, visibly bloated as he rubbed it. The lynx’s hands slowly passed Micky an antidote.

“sure, we don’t need more testing?” Micky asked semi-joking.

“No, I think that potion works” Vaughn replied handing Micky the antidote. The fox gave his tits a last shake goodbye and then downed the liquid. Once again in a few moments his bust had disappeared into nothing, but the milk in Vaughn’s gut was still taking up a considerable amount of space. It poked out far thanks to his skinny frame and his voracious appetite for Micky’s creamy breast milk. Micky smiled as he watched the overfed cat grab the next potion for him to try.

As the potion was placed into Micky’s hands, he took a moment to sniff the contents, smelling mostly pear. He looked over to Vaughn for a go ahead, watching as he cradled his stomach and flopped down onto the couch to view Micky. The cat gave a slow Thumbs up; he’d really over done it on the milk.

Micky downed the bottle, at least this time the liquid was somewhat passable instead of revolting. He then felt the effects, a tightness in his rear and thighs. He felt his ass grow pear shaped quickly surging out and ripping his shorts, which made him blush. He grasped at his new massive hips, feeling how they’d doubled in width and seemed completely encased in fat, his thighs felt soft and doughy each able to be jiggled easily making him moan in happiness. Each ass cheek was the twice the size of his head and jiggled endlessly when he moved. No matter how much he spread his legs apart, he couldn’t stop his massive tree trunk thighs from rubbing together. After running his hands all along his new pear-shaped rear he decided to head into Zara’s room to use her mirror. As he began his slow and deliberate walk, he could feel all the parts of his ass and thighs jiggling against each other, making Micky wince a with arousal as he bit his lip. As he exited the living room, he accidently slammed the left side of his hip against the corner of the wall. He nearly fell over as he felt his two colossal cheeks slapping against one another, shaking his chubby legs and making his balance falter. He pushed his hands against his ass to stop the involuntary clapping of his fat cheeks, deep down a voice wanted that to keep going, but instead he remained focused on getting to the mirror. After stabilising his rear, he began to enter the hallway, Feeling his left hip push against the wall...

... then his right. Micky panicked and tried to push his ass together and move quickly through the hallway, as he felt the rolls of fat push against each other he felt a little space free up and so tried to push forward. But the hallway stopped him in its tracks pinning him further inside as his grip on his behind weakened and released. He looked around and realized he was at the midpoint of the corridor, trapped in the worst spot with nothing to free him.

“Oh jeez! Are you alright micky?” Vaughn asked rushing over to him, from how he sounded micky knew he was wedged in tight, probably blocking the entire corridor.

“I could use some help” Micky asked, he thought the milk fiasco was the only time they’d be getting frisky today. “I need you to try and push my... ass... cheeks to the left” He requested, micky assumed that getting turned around first would be the most important step, then Vaughn could pull micky with his arms, and he could try and push against the wall.

“u-uuh okay” Vaughn replied, not entirely sure of Micky’s plan but unable to suggest an alternative solution. Micky made a few small adjustments, shifting his position as best as he could, by now he was realising he wouldn’t even fit through Zara’s door even if he did get there.

Once final adjustments were complete micky felt ready to try and break free from his own fat ass. “You ready?” Micky asked, leaning back to try and look at the lynx.

“Yep, I just try and push left, right?” Vaughn said, wanting to make sure of his role.

“Yeah, just keep pushing left, I'll try and push right so i can get turned around” Micky explained, reading his arms against the left wall to push. As he began to feel soft and warm feline hands pushing into his butt, he began pushing the opposite way but didn’t feel much movement at first only feeling his hips push further against the walls that they were too wide for. The fox decided to try a different strategy, pulling his hands against the space between his left hip and the wall. As he felt Vaughn begin another intense push, micky gave them a different order “Just push all you can against my hip alright?”

“Okay, micky!” He replied. The pair began their movements in sync, Micky felt his hip finally move as he pushed it awa from the wall and Vaughns pushing was helping to get him turning. The pair intensified their efforts as the fennec felt he was near to breaking through. Eventually he did it, feeling his entire body shift and jiggle as he swung right... but stopped as his ass became pinned instead. Micky felt his rear jiggle and sweat cover his forehead, this was hard work he wondered how Vaughn was holding up?

“Vaughn? You alright?” Micky asked, not getting a response all he could focus on anyways was what felt like something crushed between the wall and his ass... Crap.

“Vaughn? Are you trapped?” Micky said loudly, leaning over his shoulder at where he assumed Vaughn was.

“hggrhmmgnh” Vaughn moaned out, his face complete engulfed by micky’s rear and body pinned against the wall. Micky felt the squished Lynx squirming against his ass, Vaughn’s hands attempting in vain to push away the fennec’s plump posterior. Vaughn was forced to remain pinned against at the wall, his face smothered between Micky’s two large cheeks.

Meanwhile Micky continued his efforts to free himself from the walls, but with Vaughn in the way he couldn’t think of a way to get out without crushing him more. Worst of all he was being distracted by Vaughn, who was constantly moving against his rear, the feeling of a feline’s snout up his ass made him moan softly as it brushed along the sensitive spots. Vaughn tried to escape again by pulling apart Micky’s cheeks to try and remove his face from between them, but as Micky moaned in response to his ass being used like this, he felt Vaughn seemingly lose grip and his cheeks clapped together again crushing Vaughns face again. Now Vaughn’s face was buried deeper in his ass right in the most sensitive area, every subtle movement made Micky blush and moan, his entire rear quivering in enjoyment as Vaughn slowly tried to pry his face free.

Vaughn noticed Micky moving more as they brushed their face around his large rear, so the lynx decided to brush faster and harder maybe then Micky would finally squeeze out and release him.

Micky almost screamed in arousal as Vaughn began his attack, deep and long strokes against the most sensitive part of his body made Micky squirm and move his ass. He felt his thighs and cheeks jiggle around the Lynx, slapping the trapped cat and drawing him further beneath Micky’s ample fat. But Vaughn continued his work, dragging his snout along the sensitive skin in between Micky’s ass cheeks was getting him moving. The fox was feeling the full effects of this, his legs feeling weak as Vaughn continued, Micky wanted it to stop, but that feeling was dwarfed by his desire for this to continue. Vaughn began adding to his plan, grasping at the cheeks slapping, jiggling and pulling them around like dough, when let go they shook hypnotically for a good few seconds against his face and chest. He could feel the fox’s sweat coated ass jiggle incessantly, Vaughn hoped Micky was trying as hard to free himself as they were.

Micky’s deep pleasure filled moans continued as Vaughn played with every inch of his ass, its insurmountable weight being slapped around in their paws and the Lynx’s face making large brushing motions around his butt, he could feel all of Vaughn’s soft fur along him while his soft snout kept moving deeper inside always touching and rubbing against Micky’s most vulnerable spots, each made him whimper and moan in response to Vaughn’s handy work. Micky continued to change where he put most of his weight, often pulling his ass away from and further against Vaughn. He had by now pushed aside the thoughts of getting free and was now wholly consumed with Vaughn’s continued stimulation of his rear. He let out a primal yell as Vaughn brushed a particularly sensitive spot, making him push his rear further against the lynx who continued hoping Micky was trying to free them both.

After what felt like a while of Vaughn pushing his face around down there, he slowly pulled his snout out of there and took a gasp of non-sweaty air from the small gap between Micky’s cheeks and the wall, he then realised he should probably ask what Micky was trying to do “You think you’re any closer to getting free?” Vaughn enquired, speaking loud and clear to ensure he was heard.

Micky was whimpering and breathing heavily in response to the work Vaughn had done, as he heard the lynx’s words, he remembered what he was probably supposed to be doing and blushed at how easily he’d forgotten it. “N-no, not really” Micky responded trying to squeeze right but to no avail.

“If I can get free, I can give you the antidote!” Vaughn yelled, “Then you won’t have to worry about squeezing out!” Micky noted that even the word squeezing made him tense up a little.

“How are you going to get out though?” Micky asked

“Try pulling forward as hard as you can and relax!” Vaughn replied, Which Micky quickly began to do compressing as far as he could against the wall while Vaughn pushed his ass cheeks apart, he could feel the lynx sliding down slowly having to contend with a wall as well as micky’s rear. Progress felt slow on Vaughn’s end, but to Micky it was glacial. Although he felt the feline slowly slide beneath him eventually pulling free from Micky’s fat encased prison. The fox pondered trying to move now with more room available, but he felt it best to remain in place until Vaughn had given him the antidote. He heard as the Lynx fumbled around until he eventual grabbed the antidote, bringing it carefully to the trapped fennec, who quickly grasped at the bottle and guzzled it down. In less than a second 50 kilos of ass had disappeared from Micky’s body, and he was free from that sticky situation. The fox rubbed his rear appreciating its far more manageable size, before realising his complete nudity. After a moment of internal screaming, he decided to continue as he was rather than ruin more clothes while testing potions. He walked back over to the living room and sat down next to Vaughn who was holding a bottle out, ready for Micky to consume it. “Let’s hope this one won’t get me stuck anywhere?” Micky said, in response Vaughn gave him nothing but a nervous smile. Micky placed the bottle to his lips and began to drink, it tasted of grease and lard mixed into one revolting concoction and took every fibre of strength Micky had to not spit it across the floor. After finishing the bottle, he felt the similar feeling return, but instead across his whole form which tingled as if he’d been shocked with static. Eventually the transformation began, and Micky felt fat blossoming out from everywhere, his entire doughy body began to surge out. His face quickly sprouted a double chin, his arms became flabby and squishy, Thighs grew soft and wide taking up most of the space on the couch. Micky’s belly surged out, forming into a large and somewhat firm gut that sat close to his knees. as Micky’s now massive man tits slapped down against his paunch, he finally felt the potion stop and he already far slower. He shifted a little on the couch, his ass took up a space meant for two normal people. The fennec dragged his thick paws along his tremendous belly, squeezing at the rolls and feeling its sheer weight, his new stomach was giant. As he looked down at his massive chest and thick arms, Micky could feel his new double chin compressing. It all felt so... amazing, his body now encased in warm and plush dough, every inch of his form was able to be grabbed and teased, held and jiggled, Micky couldn’t help but imagine a strong, chiselled master having him by a leash, ordering him around and telling him how fat and disgusting he was for having a body like this. Grasping at his colossal gut, squeezing and shaking, him telling the fennec that this was all the price of his uncontrolled gluttony. Perhaps he would force Micky to exercise, knowing the fat fennec wouldn’t accomplish a thing, just watching his fat ass ruined by constant stuffing jiggle and sweat as he failed the most basic fitness tasks.

Micky was practically salivating as he imagined this fantasy, forgetting the presence of Vaughn entirely as he thought of this perfect partner calling him a fat slob and degrading him with every poke, prod and comment. Both of them would know despite how much of a fat, unhealthy and lard coated fox Micky was, he’d still want more. More mass. More degradation. More food.

That was what made Micky such a perfect gluttonous Fox.

Although he snapped out of it as Vaughn sat down next to him. Micky slowly turned, blushing a little “You think this is a successful potion?”

Vaughn Smiled, his face bright red and mind running far too fast for his own good “Y-y-yes”

“So, do we move onto the next potion?” Micky asked, hoping very much that the answer would be no.

“L-let's just sit here” Vaughn replied to which Micky flicked on the TV, typical late afternoon reality TV slop blaring as they say. All the people possessing the “Perfect” body complaining about their physique, he smiled. If they saw him, they’d be mortified and all those people would find it impossible that Micky found this hotter than their, chiselled muscles, perfectly sculpted faces and trim bodies. As the reality TV’s artificial drama began to heat up, Micky could feel some gentle paws wrap around his belly, followed by a soft Lynx head that laid down half resting on the side of his impressive belly. Eventually Micky decided to change channel, swapping to some police and lawyer show “Duty and Justice” the scene being a courtroom drama. Vaughn continued to lean in closer, Micky responded by leaning towards Vaughn, feeling soft hands caress his fat body. The Lynx was clearly just as “enthusiastic” towards chub as Micky, his hands grasping at every adipose encased fold, squeezing or kneading it. Vaughn was in love with Micky’s body, so cuddly and warm, all of the fat was perfect for him to poke and squeeze as Micky sat there half asleep. The pair continued to hug closer, exchanging their warmth as the show discussed the brutal crimes of the suspect, Micky pulled Vaughn in close wrapping his arms around the feline and pulling him towards his chest. The lynx getting a face full of Micky’s moob, joy washed over Vaughn causing him to softly purr in joy. Micky felt the gentle stroking of his love handles and belly by Vaughn, he returned the favour stroking Vaughn’s shoulder and his head, feeling the soft tufts of fur on his ears. He also stroked along his T-shirt feeling the soft and shortly cut fur that Vaughn had under his clothes. The pair sat like that for a while, briefly changing spots and stroking or jiggling different parts of each other. An hour later Micky was starting to feel lethargic, thanks to all the new fat. Vaughn seemed ready to use Micky as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat as he slept, his snout brushed along the fennec’s large man boobs.

Micky really enjoyed this and really enjoyed Vaughn. Whatever their relationship could be called, he loved to just sit like this and cuddle or to hang out... or serve as a test subject. Micky imagined a Ven diagram where romantic partner and friend mixed and knew him, and Vaughn sat square in the middle. As Vaughn began to stroke Micky’s meaty thighs, admiring their girth, Micky thought he should be more “proactive” when it came to cuddling. As Vaughn continued to lay curled up close to the lardy fennec, Micky began to exert his weight upon the unsuspecting Lynx. Quickly engulfing him in warm and plush belly fat, unlike with Micky’s ass Vaughn seemed quite at home trapped under his bulk, as the felines paws weren’t the only thing poking into Micky’s mass. Vaughn purred deeply into the fat rolls of the fox, tickling him as he began to slowly grind his belly up and down against Vaughn. He moaned as he felt Vaughn’s tensed up body pushed around by his weight, Vaughn at his complete mercy as he moved like a wave across the couch, threatening to drown the lynx in fox fat...

...not that Vaughn would be complaining.

Micky continued to grind the weak little lynx between the couch and a giant softly furred and flabby, fennec belly. Both Micky and Vaughn’s tails went crazy as the pair rubbed their bodies together. They continued like this for a while, Micky using his girth and weight to blanket Vaughn in his warm and fuzzy fat.

Eventually Micky stopped to Let Vaughn go up for air, he looked over and saw the bright red face of the Lynx. “You having fun?” Micky asked looming over the cat, smiling softly.

In response Vaughn tried to think of words that he could use to express himself, but his mouth remained agape. Instead, he simply nodded to Micky’s question. He enjoyed the weirdly intimidating quality Micky had when fatter, probably because the fennec had so much more mass to throw around.“I-i-i... T-think we should have... the final potion” Vaughn sputtered out

“Alright, bring it over!” Micky responded shift back to let Vaughn go and get it. Vaughn passed Micky the antidote, watching in slight disappointment as the weight melted off his body. The lynx then handed the now skinny fennec the final potion, grasping at his own tightly.

“So, you're joining me for this one?” Micky asked, noticing the bottle Vaughn held

“It seemed intriguing” Vaughn replied, “guess we should drink it?”

“Yep” Micky replied, downing the disgusting beverage. He saw in the corner of his eye Vaughn following the ritual as well, as the pair lowered their bottles once again Micky once again felt that intense feeling of energy across his whole body. Looking over at Vaughn he started to get an idea of what was happening, the Lynx’s waist grew wider, chest grows out and clothes stopped fitting, his midsection seemed smaller in comparison to his hips and his face grew feminine. Micky felt the same changes take place in his own body and once the effects were gone, he took a few steps over to Vaughn. “You feel good?” Micky said in a voice higher than his own.

“T-t-this is-s weird” Vaughn replied, as his hands traced across his body. Micky decided to go and finally use Zara’s mirror and beckoned the Lynx to follow. As they walked Micky was a little sad his bust wasn’t bigger, but the silver lining to that was far less back pain. He placed a hand on his rear and traced it up to his hips, feeling how much more, they went out than usual. He ran his hands across his stomach and felt it slightly different, before he could think about if his bones had changed, he was at the mirror. Looking back at him was a cute, fennec with an average chest and slightly larger than average hips and rear. He took a small spin and looked over his body with pleasure, last time he’d been like this there was voice in his head wanting him to eat and her to control, so it felt nice to enjoy the frame without the baggage. He then stepped back to give Vaughn a chance to look over himself, same as Micky, Vaughn seemed to keep the same frame as before the potion just more... feminine. They lynx removed his ill-fitting Clothes. He had a mostly flat chest, small butt and similarly trim physique. Micky couldn’t decide what version of Vaughn he liked more.

“Hehe, this is a-aamazing!” Vaughn sputtered out, it felt so strange and yet so fun! The way his body was just... different from before! Vaughn could hardly contain his excitement and Micky felt just as happy, leaning over to hug him.

Micky pondered trying to kiss the lynx.

The sounds of the apartment doorbell ringing stopped that idea in its tracks, quickly he grasped Vaughn by the arm and ran into the living room. Grabbing the two antidotes and skidding into his room. As the doorbell sounded again Micky tossed Vaughn some clothes before pulling on underwear, socks, shirt and pants. He watched Vaughn moving quickly as possible his hand shaking. Once Micky had finished dressing, he downed the antidote and felt his body return to normal, the clothes going from Ill-fitting to worn wrong. He then rushed to the door and unlocked it with speed he’d never felt before.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite Fennec!” Avery exclaimed, smiling as she adjusted her leather jacket and jeans. In response to Avery’s unexpected arrival Micky could only manage a nervous smile. As Avery entered the apartment she looked up and down at Micky “Jeez, its 7pm you just got dressed a second ago?”

Micky couldn’t think of an adequate explanation, “So what’s the reason for being here?”

Avery smiled “Well I’m going to wait here for Zara, seeing as she had a few errands to run before we head out.” Micky calmed his nerves as the black cat sat down and stretched, seemingly unaware of the afternoon Vaughn and Micky had spent together.

“Hello Zara!” Vaughn exclaimed exiting Micky’s bedroom, making lady turn to the Lynx. What she saw was Vaughn bursting out of Micky’s bedroom dishevelled and with wild clothes. She quickly connected Micky’s own poor dressing and nervous disposition.

“So, what did you two get up too this afternoon?” Avery enquired smiling as she watched Micky turn red

Vaughn thought for a moment “We tested some things out!”