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“Weird stuff” Micky commented. the air was cold and stale in the lonely charity shop, Piles of old clothes and cassette tapes were neatly organised alongside a series of incredibly old books and worthless jewellery. He shifted in his jacket as he stood around, half looking and half waiting for Vaughn to realise there was nothing here worth buying. The Lynx was slowly inspecting each and every one of the ancient books on the table. Micky rolled his eyes and watched as the cat moved with an uncompromising determination. The dead silence in the store was only broken up by the occasional twisting of old and faded pages or the occasional cough of the middle-aged fox behind the counter, hoping the pair would either hurry up and leave or actually buy something.

After a bit, Vaughn excitedly bounded over to Micky, a book wrapped in his paws. “Can I buy this one? It’s got just what I’ve been looking for!” The lynx energetically said, Micky assumed this was another “Artifact” or whatever Vaughn had been calling them. The fennec wouldn’t say no to the Lynx, plus it was just some old book and it made him happy. “Alright” Micky said leading the way over to the counter, he still barely had a handle on corralling Vaughn. Micky just made sure they were happy and not in any trouble. With their first meeting he’d had enough trouble to last a lifetime.

“29.99 for the book” The lady said, pushing a few buttons on the register as she took the book placing it firmly into a paper bag. Vaughn eagerly watched, he seemed more excited than usual and barely able to contain it, his paws fidgeted with the zips on his hoodie as Micky inserted his debit card and pin number to pay for their book. The bus ride home from the mall was clearly agonising for Vaughn. he constantly peaked inside the paper bag and held it close as they sat on the bus, his tail flicking around with glee as they finally reached their stop and began walking back to the apartment. Micky kept a slow pace while Vaughn followed, wanting to break into a total sprint but his lack of keys would leave him waiting at the apartment door.

Eventually they made it to their building, taking the elevator up and walking along the corridor to their home. As soon as Micky wiggled the key into the lock and the Lynx had heard it click open, he darted straight inside heading to his room as he discarded the paper bag. Micky just rolled his eyes, at least he seemed happy.

The fennec Fox sat down on the couch and took a moment to recoup his lost energy. Now that he was done, he didn’t want to get back up. With the remote nowhere to be seen, Micky just sat in silence his aching legs felt relieved as the fennec melted into the couch. It was at moments like this Micky wished for a partner, someone who could just pick him off the couch and plop him into his bed.

The apartment was quiet, unusually so. Even when it was just Micky and Vaughn things were far louder. Vaughn was being a little too quiet. It was probably nothing, but at least it was a reason for Micky to get up. He pulled himself up from his throne like an elderly king, groaning as he was split between wanting to stay and needing to go. But he powered through that quickly, standing to his feet and stretching before walking over to Vaughn’s room. He scratched one of his large ears as he slowly pushed the handle down and door open. Inside was Vaughn’s arrangement of trinkets, oddities and potted plants which occupied more space than the bed and lynx. Vaughn seemed to love buying from thrift stores and pawn shops, his room contained stuff that looked to be decades, if not centuries old. But from within his little den of chaos laid the lynx upon his bed utterly spellbound by that book. Now Micky was curious, especially with how engrossed Vaughn was, maybe it mentioned something about the ancient civilization he had lived in.

“So, how’s the book?” Micky asked, standing in the doorway with a curious look

“It’s just what I was looking for!” He excitedly said, “This seems like it will work perfectly with the brewing kit!”

“The old chemistry set?” Micky asked as Vaughn jumped to his feet and began to adjust the various glass jars, burners, and mixers on his table.

“it’s a potion brewery set!” Vaughn replied, “it works like... cooking!”

“It said all that in the book?” Micky asked, he knew this would require supervision. Zara wouldn’t want Vaughn cooking up mustard gas on Micky’s watch.

“It explains the basics and has a few recipes for potions!” He excitingly explained turning and smiling to the fox “It's all rather basic potions, cheap ingredients too”

“Seems less like brewing potions and more lime chemistry” Micky replied

Vaughn shot back “Well! once I get some...” he fumbled for the book and flicked through a few pages “Mantium!” he proclaimed dragging his finger across the worn-out page.

“And where are you going to find that?” Micky asked, crossing his arms

Vaughn then grabbed his phone and tapped into the name of the element “HA!” He yelled “you can just buy it! Says here they use it to make glow in the dark alarm clocks!” Vaughn read aloud; Micky internally groaned, it seemed like Vaughn was about to ask him to go on yet another shopping trip.

Vaughn then stared at him with his best sad kitten eyes. Micky immediately folded sighing and heading to grab his shoes and hoodie again. The Lynx shook his hands in excitement as he rushed out of his room and to the door, his shoes and hoodie never removed.

At least this time Vaughn actually had a list of what he needed, but that didn’t help much as they walked through a store for collecting minerals, looking for some useless hunk of crystal that Vaughn would try and make magical potions with. Thinking back to when they met Micky knew now “Magic” was real, but he didn’t want to believe the fading potion book over his own self-preservation instincts. Vaughn had already grabbed a bunch of plants, dairy products, Fruits, veg, cooking supplies and chemicals. When Micky asked, he just replied that it was all for the potions, as for what potions the feline was being rather evasive about that.

“HERE!” Vaughn exclaimed, grabbing a large handful of light blue crystal from the row of minerals.

“Alright calm down!” Micky said as the Lynx bounced around the isle “before you explode with excitement lets go and pay for it” He reasoned, which made Vaughn slow down a little.

After paying and on the bus ride home, Vaughn was shaking with excitement his paws constantly fidgeting and tail flicking around like crazy as he thumped his leg on the floor. While Micky stared out the window, Vaughn Kept staring into that lump of crystal. The fennec had no clue how that crystal was making their resident Lynx go so hyper.

Once they entered the apartment again, Vaughn grabbed all the stuff they’d bought and took it all into his bedroom. Micky was surprised at how quick he could move when motivated, he felt it best to keep an eye on Vaughn and ensure nothing bad happened when he tries to mix up a “potion”

He entered the lynx’s room already assaulted by a strange smell coming from the beakers and pots on the table. Vaughn looked absolutely enthralled as he mixed ingredients and boiled the glass jars, while his hand remained firmly grasped against the book. “See! Told you it would work!” Vaughn said as micky walked closer “In a few minutes we’ll have my first potion ready for testing!”

Micky waved the thick smell of grease and chemicals out the air as he stepped towards the window “You better hope this smell doesn’t stick around” The fox pulled the window open and continued to waft the air around him as Vaughn worked “You feel alright?”

“Yep! Just need to get a bit of the crystal in here and then mix it up and heat it!” Vaughn proudly proclaimed; Micky watched intently, Vaughn had been in the modern world for 4 months and was now mixing chemicals in his bedroom. Micky assumed attempting to stop whatever he was trying to do would cause more damage than if he just let him finish.

The lynx carefully began to crush up a small chunk of that mantium, grinding it in a mortar and pestle as a small burner heated up a jar full of whatever was giving off the horrid smell.

Eventually he added the crushed-up crystal to the bubbling mixture and began to stir it vigorously, the colour shifting from a greenish brown to a dark purple. The lynx then left it to cool for a moment, stepping back with a grin on his face.

“How’d you figure out how to operate this thing?” Micky enquired, looking closer at the potion making set.

“It’s all in the book! I just follow the instructions and it looks perfect!” Vaughn proudly proclaimed

“Instructions to make what potion exactly?” Micky asked, he was rather curious about what his feline friend was cooking up, hopefully something that wasn't dangerous.

“You’ll have to wait and see!” Vaughn replied with a smile slapping his hand on Micky’s shoulder “Plus I could need your help with testing...”

“You want me to be a test subject?!” Micky asked, his face turning sour “Are you sure the potions are even safe to drink? Most of the stuff you're adding doesn't react well people!”

In response Vaughn hugged the fennec and the pair were pulled close “It's safe i promise! Please help me test! please?! It’s a special surprise just for you! And I love you -and please!” Vaughn said quickly, Micky wanted to say no. In fact, it would’ve been the reasonable and safe thing to do, except Micky saw the passion in Vaughn’s eyes and remembered that trust was a two-person game. Micky needed to trust Vaughn, so he’d help him test this potion. In turn Vaughn would trust him more and feel more independent and confident in the future. When he thought of it like that it seemed like a trivial choice.

“Sure, just make sure I don’t get turned into a frog” Micky replied giving the Cat a few head pats as they turned back to their potion. Micky said down on his bed and waited for Vaughn’s brewing to finish. After a few more minutes the potion was ready, deposited into a mug and handed to Micky to test.

He held it in both paws, wary of spilling a drop. His snout lowered to the liquid and took a breath, the concoction smelt of citrus, fat and smoked beef. The combination made him groan a little, but he eventually took a large breath and began to drink the mixture. It was room temperature and thick, it tasted like eating a bacon cheese burger with oranges and limes mixed in. Eventually he’d swallowed the contents of mug leaving behind some light purple stains around his maw which he wiped off with his hand. “So now I just wait?” Micky asked looking at Vaughn whose eyes were gliding up and down Micky’s body.

“Yes, the effects should be obvious” Vaughn replied, shifting up the bed and giving Micky more space. The fennec simply waited for something to happen, he assumed something would start feeling different in a few minutes, maybe taller, Muscular or... fatter?

Micky immediately felt his gut shift outward, his shirt getting pushed up to his chest as his thighs were forced apart by his newly sprouted gut. The large furry mass wobbled as it pushed out further, Micky felt an intense pressure in his mid-section and his belt began digging into his stomach. He watched as his belly continued to wobble for a moment, the expansion finally stopping. He breathed quickly as he undid his belt, feeling that lump of fat shift down burying his privates in warm and doughy adipose. Micky sat for a moment; it was like in the museum but... different. He plunged a curious paw onto his large belly jiggling it between his digits, all that hefty warm lard it seemed to only be on his gut. His other paw went along his face and chest which were both flat as before, Micky then reached down with both hands and held his tummy in them giving it a shake. It rolled like jello and slapped against his thighs, Micky couldn’t help but enjoy it and seemingly Vaughn did as well.

Vaughn began to gently stroke Micky’s stomach, feeling the soft fat beneath his fur wobble as he played with it. Micky couldn’t stop himself blushing as the lynx groped his belly, admiring and feeling every curve to it. Vaughn’s paws pushed close to Micky’s belly button the farthest part of his tum, where a pair of fat rolls connected to his new midsection. Vaughn stuck a digit into his belly button and grasped at the hefty Fox, Shaking the stomach and feeling the fat jiggle around his paw. Vaughn felt deeply aroused by this, he’d been searching for some way to relieve the magic of His first meeting with Micky, he yearned for the abnormality of gaining 20kg from nothing. Watching the fox squirm and panic as they dealt with all that mass, while knowing deep down this is what they desired. Micky closed his eyes and leant back, feeling Vaughn massaging his gut and shaking every fold and crevice his stomach had.

Finally, he felt Vaughn’s paws leave his soft gut. Micky slowly opened his eyes to find the lynx back at his brewing station. “T-this seems to be a great success!” Vaughn enthusiastically said, his view locked down at the ageing book. Micky continued to blush as he tried to cover his exposed tummy.

After a moment he gathered enough strength to ask Vaughn a few questions “So how long will this last?” Micky enquired, trying to seem unaffected by the instant weight gain and romantic groping. Vaughn then began to flick through the book eventually reading something that he’d failed to pay attention to earlier. The lynx’s continued silence didn’t inspire hope “Vaughn? Is there a way to reverse this?” Micky asked more firmly.

“Y-y-yes. The issue is I need to make an antidote and I can’t leave the station now!” Vaughn explained.

Micky realized what the only course of action was and felt his heart pop “Can’t you just go and-“

“I’m sorry, I can’t! I need to ensure this melted mantium doesn’t do anything!” Vaughn replied sounding a little emotional, he turned to Micky and lent down tossing his arms around the large fox in apology.

They sat for a moment Hugging, before micky sighed “What do i need to get?”

Micky finally lumbered into the grocery store, feeling a burst of warm air against his belly. He was already panting from the amount of walking; Micky didn’t want to stop off with a gut like this at his regular grocery store so he went to one far out of the way. Micky took a few steps forward; keeping one hand firmly pressed to his stomach, ensuring all of that warm flab didn’t jostle as he walked. Micky’s other hand tightly held a list of ingredients, all that was needed was: fish oil, cherries, rock salt, saffron and chili powder. A confusing mixture of substances, but Vaughn was sure once it was properly prepared it would create an antidote.

The fennec waddled into the grocery store, near the entrance was fresh veg and fruit so he began to look for cherries. A few other store goers gave him strange looks, especially at how ill dressed and oddly proportioned he was, all of that fat in his belly and he still had rail thin arms. Micky finally spotted the cherries, but he had to hold his hand tighter against his falling pants, he couldn’t tie them with this boulder in the way, but he didn’t want to expose himself any more than already. Taking a deep breath, Micky leant down and grasped at the cherries below him. Feeling his stomach fat compress against his legs, along with the change in his centre of mass made him struggle to remain standing. The fox panted as he stood up straight, then arching his back to counteract his heavy gut and beginning another awkward waddle to the next item he needed. Now he was receiving more curious and embarrassing looks from fellow customers. As he went to grab fish oil from the frozen section, he was forced to squeeze past a loaded trolley which blocked most of his way. Instead of walking up a different Isle, Micky turned sideways and tried to shimmy past. The fat tummy of the fox quickly rubbed against the solid metal bars of the trolley as his rear pushed against the freezers, progress slowed to a halt as he slowly dragged his massive bulk across. The fox groaned in displeasure as he tried to move further, he seemed pinned now. Micky felt ready to die with shame, he’d gotten stuck in a corridor meant for 2 trolleys and now had to wait for someone to free him and watch as they stared at his disgustingly wide belly probably scoffing at how unhealthy Micky must’ve eaten to get that massive. Only disgusting slobs would get trapped by their own fat, but as the shame crept over him, he was comforted slightly by the gentle feeling of arousal that accompanied the potential shame a rescuer would bring.

“Oh, sorry about that!” A feminine voice from down the aisle said to Micky, despite their attempts to speak softly it seemed her voice was hard coded to yelling. The lady stepped forward her considerable frame wobbling as she walked. She was a gazelle with long fluffy hair and hazel eyes. Her warm smile comforted Micky as he pushed the trolley forward freeing him and his gut, she gave him a warm smile. “Sorry about that! I know from experience how annoying it is to find a place that’s not built for your bod!” She said, laughing as she stretched. Micky had to assume she was a professional at looking good, she seemed to emphasis all of her curves and size.

Micky blushed as embarrassment washed over him “T-thanks” He quickly said before heading down the aisle. He could feel her eyes looking over his oversized gut and all of its fatty rolls. The fox took a deep breath and continued along, his eyes scanning for the fish oil. Luckily, he found it on a shelf that was chest high, so Micky was able to grab it quickly and then b-line for the spice section. But as he entered the open till area, he watched as a dozen individuals gave him disgusted looks, each looking over that belly that hung low, completely exposed and jiggling with every foot step. Quickly all the people stopped the direct stares, instead as Micky waddled past, they gave glances and side eye at his unsightly mass. As he finally reached the spice section, Micky felt ready to drown in sweat as his legs burned. He spotted the chili and saffron right next to each other but before he could grab them the old ladies Infront of him noticed him.

“Oh my!” The old fox said upon seeing Micky’s colossal gut, she had to be close to her 90s.

“Hehe, that reminds of the old days! Just like her when I was, I’m my final trimester. Nothing would fit anymore!” the elderly Calico cat commented, before turning to look at Micky “So how far are you along lass?”

“Ready to pop” Micky replied nervously “Just doing some last-minute shopping”

“Sure, you alright going out in the cold without something to cover them youngins?” The fox asked

Micky felt nothing except embarrassment “I-i took the car. Trying to stay out of the cold” he quickly said

“Sure, you're alright young lady? You sound a little horse!” The calico asked, moving closer with a worried look on her face.

Micky coughed a little “Just a passing cold”

“We'll be careful outside, don’t want to have that cold back again!” The calico further advised

Micky nodded in response as he tried to think of a way to make a quick exit.

The Calico was now in touching distance with micky “Do you mind if I feel the little ones?”

“Uh... I... N-nope" he sputtered out, immediately regretting his decision. The Calico began to drag their old and wrinkled paws across micky’s massive gut, he could tell she was confused at how... malleable his supposedly pregnant belly was. Micky quickly thought of an excuse “Sorry if you can’t feel much, these past few weeks I’ve really let myself go”

The elderly fox gave a quiet comment to the Calico “Doesn’t look the same as my pregnancy” she stared intently at Micky’s belly.

“Nonsense a growing lady needs all the food she can get. Especially when she's eating for two!” The Calico replied, continuing to stroke his gut and squeeze his rolls as micky turned red.

“A-a-any-y w-way I've gottaa get g-going" Micky sputtered out as the Calico continued to stroke his gut softly.

“Oh, i think i felt a kick!” She exclaimed “And of course, i know how tiring it can be to being wander up and about while pregnant, so we’ll leave you too it!” the pair of old ladies then gave Micky his much-needed space, slowly moving out of the aisle. The fennec breathed deeply and grabbed the last three items he needed, luckily all were close. As he thought about leaving, he couldn’t help but remember what the Fox said and Micky winced, he didn’t want to be found out. He needed to be round and taut, even if it would make him far more uncomfortable at least he could take solace in his arousal at this situation.

He felt more embarrassment as he waddled to the checkout placing down four bottle of soda and the ingredients for Vaughn.

“You getting some last minute, drinks for the guys?” The deer at the till asked, his eyes remaining focused on the register as he scanned the items on auto pilot.

Micky sighed “Something like that”

After he got everything, he needed he went straight for the toilets and came out a few minutes' later with the bottles of soda empty. Micky felt his stomach churn with carbonated sugary soda, bloating pushed his gut out a little further. Instead of squishy fat, his stomach had stretchered out and became solid, now he could pass as pregnant. As he exited the store, he couldn’t help but let out a few belches, he knew he’d end up regretting this somehow, but his mind was still clouded by embarrassment and arousal. his daydreaming was derailed as he reached the nearby bus stop, and the pair of old ladies noticed him once again.

“Why hello!” the Calico said moving over to converse with micky

“Hi” Micky replied, wanting to run away and hide but being stopped by his physique.

“She’s still not got many layers on!” The elderly fox replied, butting in and crowding the fennec.

“You’re right” She looked micky in the eye “You want my coat?”

“No-no thanks I'm fine!” Micky hastily responded.

“You sure everything's all right?” the elderly fox responded “In this weather a cold is no joke! Especially this close to heading into labour!”

“No, it's fine you need your coats more than I do” Micky responded rubbing his gut to show them he was warming his belly. The pair seemingly understood and the Calico backed off, but the elderly fox joined micky and began to rapidly rub his belly. Micky fought to keep himself from belching as the old lady continued her aggressive stroking squeezing his soda bloated tummy. Micky felt a bubble of gas travel up his throat and put of his mouth, moving too fast for him to stop it. He let out an impressive belch at the old lady causing her to cease gut rubbing. Micky unsure of how to react turned red and covered his mouth, the old lady seemed similarly mortified and had seemingly realised Micky wasn’t pregnant. Luckily the stare down was ended once the bus arrived and the two old ladies slowly boarded, they sat in the window seat and he saw as they pointed and spoke of him with disgust, each of their old wrinkled faces cherry red with embarrassment. It wasn’t like they were taking that burden themselves, Micky felt similarly red with shame and with his bus gone, he had no choice but another labour-intensive waddle through the cold streets of Navvare. His groceries in one hand and fat gut jostling around in the other.

By the time he was home, it was late afternoon and his clothes were stained with sweat, both his legs and lungs burned. As he pulled open the door he flopped over in exhaustion, the fat pulling him down and his hands barely holding onto the wall. He barely managed to waddle through to Vaughn’s bedroom.

The Lynx quickly rushed to his side grabbing the ingredients and gently placing them on the brewing table, Vaughn then spun round to help Micky onto his bed. Apart from the sounds of footsteps and grunting from the large and out of breath fox, the apartment lay silent. Eventually Micky laid down on the bed with a finally meaty thud, he looked down with displeasure as he saw his folds of fat jiggle like dough being worked. “Sorry again Micky” Vaugh said

“It's fine. What’s done is done... and you’re working to fix your mistake. That’s good.” Micky replied trying to comfort and instil a little confidence in the often-unconfident lynx. In response Vaughn smiled warmly a little as he continued to organise the ingredients he needed for the antidote. “L-luckily you only need a small amount of antidote to neutralise the effects of a potion, so we’ll have a lot left over” The feline explained as he began to heat the spices together with the fish oil, then turning to crush the cherries whilst he added the mantium. He continued to glance back and forth between the weathered pages and his own work, double checking his work as he completed every part. Eventually he mixed all the elements into a glass bottle before adding a sprinkle of rock salt and then vigorously stirred with a teaspoon. After finishing he handed the mixture to Micky and waited. With bated breath he watched as the fennec held the glass bottle up and drank it. Micky’s face twitching slightly as the unorthodox flavours went through his taste buds. He’d need something to wash away the taste after that, the mix of spices, cherry and salt tasted horrible. But he soon felt his gut tingling and it surged back into place, all the flab and adipose fading into nothing as his body returned to its usual skinny form. He took a moment to brush a paw across his middle, feeling his soft fur and the gentle indentation of his ribs. Micky even squeezed the small amount of belly fat that remained, feeling a small sense or regret that he was without a mound of belly fat to stroke or kneed as he sat.

“It worked” Micky smiled, adjusting his stretched-out clothes and pulling himself out of Vaughn’s bed.

Vaughn looked back and seemed even more excited “Thanks for trusting me”

“Don’t worry its nothing” Micky replied stretching and yawning “It's easy to trust you, Vaughn”

The lynx’s face shined brighter with happiness and his hands idly fidgeted “Seeing as we’ve got enough antidote for a lot more potions...” his voice sputtered out as micky turned back to him.

The fox looked at the feline and smiled “Sure I'll be your test subject. I know you understand this stuff” Micky said, leaving Vaughn ecstatic. The fennec turned back to the door “I’ll leave you to prepare then?” he said leaning on the door frame, in response Vaughn simply nodded vigorously. Micky closed the door to let the lynx get to work and flopped down onto the couch in the living room. He grasped the remote and began flicking through channels, he was very excited to see what Vaughn was going to cook up for him to test and he guessed from what the first thing was they’d all be very... enjoyable.