The Incredible Growing Corgi
Commission for Balloonpup
Quinn (c) Pop the Balloonpup
All others (c) me
Includes shinies, growth, and vore.
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Seymour yawned, the Jack Russell terrier stretching out as he looked out his window. He was tri-color, tan, darker brown, and white, and some of his headfur was a little shaggier than his body fur, giving him the appearance of bangs to match his floppy ears. It was early morning and he had been awakened by what he thought to be a tremor. He saw something glint and move in the back yard. Walking to the door and wrapping himself in a dressing gown, Seymour stepped into the backyard. He saw the motion again, and walked across the grass in some snug slippers on his paws.
There, squirming in the grass, was a tiny shimmering, glossy puppy. It looked like a little Cardigan Welsh Corgi, judging from the legs and tail. The puppy's back was a golden tan, and its underside, muzzle, and paws were a creamy white. And every surface of the puppy was smooth and rubbery. The jack russel picked up the pup carefully, "Hey little puppy... are you hungry...?"
The puppy yawwwned, and his tummy grumbled. He was glossy all over, even inside his mouth!
Seymour chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes." He turned and carried the little pup to the door, where his feral greyhound was watching. With a free paw Seymour pet over his hound, "C'mon Corsair."
Corsair warily sniffed the little puppy, before following his master back inside.
Seymour set down the glossy puppy, "You watch him, Corse, and I'll get some food for him." He grabbed a small rubber bowl and set it in front of the puppy, before going to get the dog food.
The little corgi sniff-sniffed the bowl and wagged happily, before taking a slick bite out of it.
The greyhound stared in amazement as the chewtoy smelling puppy devoured the rubber bowl bite by bite. He even seemed to be getting a little bigger with each bite.
The glossy puppy wagged and finished the bowl, sitting back just before Seymour returned with the dog food.
The still half asleep terrier blinked at the floor, then set down the food. "I could have sworn I set a bowl down... Where did the bowl go, Corse?"
Corsair looked at his master, then at the puppy, hoping that got the meaning across.
The Jack Russell simply got another bowl and poured the dog food into it. He patted Corsair gently, and went to go put the food back in the closet.
The puppy peered at the food, sniffing it... then proceeded to eat the bowl instead, again.
The hound looked worriedly as the food spilt all over the floor.
Seymour returned, staring at the mess, lack of bowl, but presence of food. He peered at Corsair, "Now Corse, no need to be jealous of a puppy."
Corsair tried to convey some sort of "It wasn't me" expression, but his master just leaned down and took one of the kibbles, offering it to the little corgi.
At first the puppy recoiled, but then he leaned in and sniffed, before snatching it right out of the Russell's paw.
"There we go. I'll go get another batch for you. Corsair, behave." Seymour went to the closet.
The corgi opened his mouth wide, planting his paws into the linoleum firmly. The kibbles on the floor quivered, and then started to fly into his maw one at a time, rapid-fire. The puppy grew gradually, getting bigger still.
Seymour returned, "Alright, let's try this a..." He stared at the clean floor, then glared at Corsair, who whiiined and backed into a corner, tail between his legs.
Getting a third bowl and pouring out again, Seymour went to put the dog food back again.
The corgi made short work of the food, devouring it rapidly, with crunches and squeaks, before happily finishing up with this bowl as well. He grew again, now around the size of an adolescent, or maybe an overgrown puppy.
The Jack Russell walked back in, blinking at the bowl's serious lack, and glared at Corsair. He paused. Corsair was still in the corner... and he couldn't have stolen the bowl without the mess from last time, and there wasn't enough time... his expression softened. "Well, that's just odd..." He rubbed his head, "Guess my mind's playing tricks on me. Corse, do you want some mac n cheese?"
The greyhound perked! He wagged, stepping away from the corner.
"With chunks of rich sausage?" Seymour got out a pot, smiling.
Corsair nodded, panting eagerly.
"Now, watch the little pup while I make it, okay?" Seymour started filling the pot with water, "Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."
Corsair nodded again, then blinked and looked around. The corgi was nowhere to be seen! He had been successfully distracted by the promise of his favorite treat. He walked into the hall, looking around and sniffing... This would be hard, the puppy smelled like chewtoys, and he had a basket full of his favorite chewtoys throwing off the scent... or was it?
The greyhound decided to check, just in case. He padded into the living room and around to the back of the couch, where his chewtoys were. He yelped as he spotted the corgi wolfing down the back end of a rubber bone, bulging out his throat and then his tummy, before softening and flattening out as the corgi grew!
Corsair stared in awe, all of his chewtoys gone, and the corgi bigger than ever!
The doorbell rang at just the most inopportune moment, right before Corsair started barking.
"Who is it, Course?" Seymour called from the kitchen, and then headed into the living room, towards the front door.
Corsair shrunk away from the corgi, who was licking his lips slowly while looking at him.
The anthro opened the door and perked, "Oh, hey Andy." He stepped aside to let the sable ferret into his home.
Andy yawned and smiled, "Wanted to see how you were doing after that earthquake this morning."
"I'm fine, nothing even broken!" Seymour closed the door.
The ferret smiled, "I'm glad. We had a few broken dishes at our place, nothing too drastic. Hey Course, who's a good boy?" He addressed the greyhound.
The hound padded over to the familiar ferret, nuzzling into the outstretched paws as they rubbed over his ears and neck.
Andy perked as the corgi peeked out of hiding, "And who's this?"
"I dunno, I found him this morning after the quake." Seymour yawned, "I was thinking of calling him Quinn, you know, if he doesn't have an owner." He perked, "Ooop, water's boiling. I'll be right back!"
The corgi licked his lips, padding over to the ferret.
The dark furred mustiline stared, "Oh wow... I thought it was just a trick of the light, but you really are glossy, aren't you..." He knelt, eyes dilated, "Shiny..."
Corsair nosed at Andy with a little whimper, trying to break that almost mesmerized stare.
Andy perked and looked down at the greyhound, "Aww, don't get jealous, Corse. I still love ya." He returned his paws to rubbing along the lithe dog's form, giving gentle scritches.
Seymour returned, "Okay, pasta's on a timer, Corse." He smiled as his neighbor rubbed his hound, "You're free to stay for breakfast, Andy."
"That sounds great, S'more." Andy grinned, and Seymour blushed at the nickname. The ferret had called him that ever since he made the observation his tricolor pelt was the same colors of the marshmallow, graham cracker, and chocolate of the treat.
The corgi barked squeakily, and laid on his back, wagging and offering his soft belly for rubs.
Andy looked down, "Awww..." The ferret moved one paw from Corsair to the new pup, rubbing at the glossy tummy, feeling how slick it was, eyes starting to dilate again, the paw on the greyhound becoming less active.
Seymour sat onto the couch and pet over Corsair softly, "It's okay boy, you're not being replaced. I don't even know if Quinn has another owner or not, yet."
Corsair sighed and laid his head into his master's lap softly, trying to relax and be soothed by the caring strokes and scritches.
The four of them stayed like that for some time, the ferret tending to the corgi while the Jack Russell pet his preoccupied greyhound. The three canines perked at once as the timer went off.
"Ah, time to add the cheese and sausage." The terrier grinned, gently easing Corsair's head from his lap, "C'mon Course, time for food."
Corsair wagged, following his master to the kitchen.
Seymour hummed idly, draining the noodles in a colander. Setting the pot back on the stove, he walked to the fridge and retrieved milk and sausage meat. He grabbed a bottle of oil and poured a little into the pan, before dumping the sausage meat in, wagging as it sizzled. He lidded the pot and grabbed a measuring glass. Seymour poured out the proper amount of milk, putting it away and getting butter, cutting out a portion from the stick and adding that to the measuring cup.
Returning the butter to the fridge he pulled out a bag of mixed, finely grated cheese and, using a scale, added it to the milk and butter as the sausage continued to sizzle. Returning the cheese to the fridge, the Jack Russell walked back to the stove and lifted the lid, sniffing happily at the scent of cooked sausage. He shook the pot a bit, grinning at the fond forming at the bottom of the pot, the meat looking just about cooked. He grabbed a whisk and poured the contents of the measuring cup in, starting to whisk rapidly at it, grinning at the almost instant color change as the fond was boiled off the bottom of the pot and into the milk.
Corsair wagged, watching his master cook. His mac n cheese was always ten times better than the kind from the box!
The corgi sat nearby, watching carefully.
Seymour grinned back at the pups, "Almost done... It's just coming together as a sauce... and there it goes." He grinned as the mixture thickened and tapped the whisk on the inside of the pot to make sure no sausage or cheese was caught on it. Setting the metal tool in the sink, turning off the stove, and swapping for a wooden spoon, he stirred and grabbed the handle of the colander, bringing the now thoroughly strained noodles over and beginning to transfer them back into the pot as he mixed. Falling in clumps, the noodles broke apart as the spoon agitated and coated them with the thick cheese sauce.
And very soon there was a full pot of mac n cheese on the stove, being carefully stirred. Seymour grinned and grabbed four bowls from the cupboard, one labeled Corsair, one little and rubber, and two normal sized. He carefully portioned out the mac n cheese, before getting two forks, setting them in the normal bowls. He turned, setting the little rubber bowl and the bigger dog dish down in front of the pups, before he returned to the normal bowls and walked into the living room again.
Quinn grinned as Corsair started to bend down. He reached up and shoved hard.
Corsair yelped muffledly as his muzzle was stuffed into the middle of his bowl. He sat back up immediately, dazed, his muzzle covered with the rich sauce.
The corgi licked his lips and focused. The mac n cheese from both bowls lifted into the air and then zoomed right into the glossy pup's maw! He gulped happily and barked loudly, adding a whine for effect.
Corsair was dazed, slurping his muzzle as he tried to figure out what just happened.
Seymour entered the kitchen to investigate the bark to see both bowls empty and Corsair with a muzzle covered in cheese, licking it off. "Corsair! Bad Dog!"
The greyhound perked, looking down and whimpering. This wasn't right... he hadn't done anything wrong...
The Jack Russell grabbed the hound's collar and dragged him out to the back yard, grabbing a leash on the way out. Seymour tied Corsair's collar to a faucet on the outside of the house via the leash, "Now you're gonna stay out here until you can accept Quinn." He stormed back inside.
Corsair laid down, whimpering and hungry.
Quinn wagged brightly as his bowl was refilled with mac n cheese, barking squeakily.
Seymour smiled and rubbed the corgi between the ears, and returned to the living room and Andy.
The corgi's grin returned as he licked his lips. He gaped his maw wide and gulped the whole bowl, contents and all right on down his throat. He shivered happily at the stretch in his throat, creaking and growing bigger. He smirked, and then chomped down on Corsair's dish, stretching his maw over it and gulping firmly. Before long it too succumbed to his hunger, and was added to his size. Quinn wagged and walked over to the doggy door, pushing through and walking over to Corsair.
The greyhound whimpered, backing away from the corgi, but couldn't get too far because of the leash. He tugged at it with a whimper.
Quinn focused on the tie around the faucet, and the leash came undone, falling to the ground. Before Corsair could take advantage of this, though, Quinn had grabbed the handhold on the leash and was swallowing it.
Corsair yelped in alarm as that shiny maw traveled up his leash, towards him! He tried to pull away, but this was worse than the faucet. The faucet didn't tug back!
The now fully grown corgi happily gulped and pulled with his soft, rubbery looking maw, paws dug into the grass for traction. He grinned and wagged as Corsair lost his footing and had to take a step towards him. His rubbery smelling maw was inches from the hound's cheese smeared muzzle. The corgi's tongue slurped out and tasted the delicious sauce, before he gulped again, and Corsair's muzzle was forced into his own.
The greyhound tried to bark too late, his maw caught and muffled in the rubbery form, whimpering and struggling, before his world went dark, his whole head inside the other pup now. He raised his forepaws, trying to push the corgi away, to escape, but to his dismay a slick tongue grasped each and squished them inward, against the sides of his head, so that he was diving down the slick, rubbery throat.
Quinn mmmed and gulped harder, working down around the greyhound's curved ribcage and to his slender tummy, lapping happily at this new flavor. Soon he had his rival's hindquarters in his maw, and sat back, gulping down the hindlegs, drooling a bit as his belly swelled out below. His soft tongue wrapped around the wiggling hindpaws, and then ULP!
Corsair whimpered as he was curled up in the soft, slick tummy, tight all around him. Tingles began against his nose and eyes, then spreading all over him as the juices around him seeped into his pelt. He panted as his form felt odd, then started to get sticky, harder to pull away from the snug walls around him... it was getting harder for him to tell where he ended and Quinn began, in fact! He whined, and started to feel drowsy... before he blacked out entirely.
Quinn wagged and belched as his new mass re-distributed. The corgi the size of a Great Dane barked loudly, in Corsair's voice, and then he reached over and tore the handle off the spigot Corsair had been tied to, then he rushed around the side of the house, out of the way.
Seymour came out the door, "Corsair..." He paused. The broken spigot, and Corsair was gone. "Oh no... Corsair!" He looked around the yard, "Corsair! Here Boy!" He whimpered, "I was too hard on him..." He rushed back inside, and to the living room. "Andy, Corsair's gone... Can you look after Quinn while I go look for him?"
The ferret smiled, "Sure, Seymour. Go find Corsair. Don't worry about me." He hugged the Jack Russell.
"You're a good friend, Andy." Seymour gave the ferret a nuzzle, then grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.
Andy stretched out and sat down onto the couch, before looking at his empty bowl, wondering if there were any leftovers. He stood again and picked up his bowl, walking into the kitchen and to the stove, raising the lid of the pot. He pouted at the empty insides, though the insides did glisten nicely. The ferret wasn't too disappointed; at least it was shiny...
There was a familiar bark behind him, and he turned, "Corsair...?" He saw Quinn, huge and wagging. "Yo...you aren't Corsair..."
The giant corgi licked his lips slowly, shaking his head.
Andy blinked, "But... Quinn? How? You were so small before."
The corgi belched, grinning broadly, his soft, glistening tongue shooting out to lap over his muzzle again, almost sensually.
The ferret shivered at this. He instantly knew where Corsair was, and for some reason, the idea was... alluring? His eyes dilated slowly.
Quinn just opened his maw wide, and with a round forepaw, gestured inward.
Andy blushed, staring down that beckoning throat. "I... but... Well... S'more did say to take care of you... and if you really... wait... what am I saying?" He tried to clear his mind, closing his eyes and shaking his head. When he opened his eyes again, Quinn was sitting right in front of him, that gaping throat pointed right at him, the scent of rubber, cheese, and greyhound wafting up at him, Andy shuddered, "I... I..."
Quinn eased his tongue out and wrapped it around one of Andy's paws, gently bringing it around his body to where he could grab the other, binding them together slickly, before easing them down into the sensual throat.
The ferret moaned involuntarily, "Oh Quinn... it... You even feel shiny... I... please... I must... ooh..." He panted, and started nuzzling around the inside of the mouth, his paws pushing off the stove. He had to get deeper... he had to be part of the beautiful shiny puppy!
Quinn mmed and gulped happily, tiling his head back as he got the ferret's hips in, letting gravity drag the rest of the anthro down his impossibly slick throat. He closed his maw behind Andy's feet, licking his lips happily and reaching to rub his tummy.
Andy groaned and pressed into the rubbing from outside, squirming with delight as his clothing melted away into the walls, then his fur smoothed out, his whole body feeling rubbery, "Oh gods... I'm becoming shiney... Thank you, puppy... I'm yours..." He shuddered blissfully, then collapsed as the belly contracted firmly around him.
Quinn's belch shook the cabinets, his belly flattening out as he grew larger still, wagging as he became the size of a pony. He leaned down and kissed his belly tenderly, "Mmm... I know, Andy... You're mine..." He spoke in the voice of the ferret he had just taken, wagging with a grin. "You know... Ferrets are delicious..." He probed his meal's memories and found out where he lived...
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Seymour returned home hours later; having looked everywhere he could think of, talking to everyone in the neighborhood. Oddly Andy's family wasn't home when he stopped by. They must have been shopping or something, but their car was out front...
He sighed and slumped down on the couch, closing his eyes. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, though... He opened his eyes. Where were Andy and Quinn? He stood up and walked to the back door, stepping out into the yard and froze.
Quinn had followed Seymour on his round after eating that delicious family of ferrets, eating every household just after the Jack Russell had gone by right out of their back doors, pressing his maw to the doorway and pulling on the life forms inside was so easy!
Needless to say, he was enormous. He filled the whole backyard now, wagging as he laid there, curled up, his cute corgi face pointed right at Seymour, "Hi S'more..."
The jack russel nearly fainted... and... was that Andy's voice? No... it wasn't possible...
The corgi grinned, "Yes it is... They were all so nummy, S'more... I ate them all up."
Seymour blinked. He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, "No, no, I just talked to everyone..." He dialed his next door neighbors and listened to the phone ring.
Quinn just grinned darkly as the ringing gave way to an answering machine message.
Seymour shivered, "I... I just talked to Mrs. Robinson..."
"Give me S'more..." Quinn grinned at the pun on the Russell's name, "I need S'more..." He licked his lips slowly, clear gooey drool coming from his lips.
"I... but... why?" The terrier whimpered up at the enormous pup.
"Because... you're mine, and deep down, you know it." Quinn said seductively, his massive maw leaning down close to the anthro, practically pinning him to the side of his house. "And I want to keep you all to myself..."
Seymour whimpered softly, before the broad tongue slurped him wetly. He moaned, shuddering as his clothing just melted right off his body, leaving him naked and coated in the rubbery ooze. He also was tingling.
Quinn couldn't help it, he cooed naughtily, "Feed me, Seymour." His tongue rolled out as he opened his maw wide, gaping.
The jack russel terrier panted weakly, unaware his fur was slickening down, his whole form glistening and starting to squeak when he moved, just staring at that maw, the tongue extended like a welcoming matt... it was... home?
He shook his head, something was going wrong in his mind... but... He wanted to go home... He took a staggering step forward, right onto the tongue, and another, before collapsing.
Quinn wrapped his tongue around Seymour, easing him all the way into his maw, and savored the flavorful pup, mmming softly to himself as he stood up, then, with a resounding gulp he sent his one time master to join the rest of his neighbors.
The giant corgi mmmed, wagging, and thought it would be okay to show his real form now that he's eaten everyone and made the point of hiding irrelevant. He closed his eyes and a pair of rubbery antennae grew from his brow, the tips slightly thicker than the rest. He licked his lips and grinned. Now he could feel everything, all around him for miles. He perked. "Ah... that's where my ship landed."
The people of the town thought an earthquake had hit the night before, but it was just a flying saucer crash. The being known as Quinn had had to eject, and had landed in the soft grass of a back yard. Now that he had gathered plenty of mass, he'd be able to repair his ship...
He perked at the sound of a car, and his tummy rumbled. Well, he could always do with a bit more mass...
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