It was the evening of Halloween. The sun was setting, casting its golden red glow over the nearly bare trees, creating tall claw-like shadows on the twilit ground. Leaves crunched underneath Coopers’s webbed feetpaws as he walked along the sidewalk, his handpaws in the pockets of his denim jeans and the hood of his purple hoodie pulled over his head.

The brown-furred otter was out on a neighborhood walk, not having any actual plans for the holiday. It wasn’t quite time yet for Trick-or-Treating to begin and most families were getting ready, so the streets were mostly empty as he made his way around the neighborhood. The evening air was cool and he could feel its slight chill trying to bite through the fabric of his clothing.

Cooper was brought out of his thoughts when a house caught his attention. It was a tall Victorian-era structure, painted brick red with off-white exterior moulding. Its frontside was illuminated by the setting sun, highlighting that which had grabbed the otter’s focus: a giant bowl of candy sitting on the front step with a hand-written paper sign mounted behind it, reading “Only take ONE.”

The otter looked left and right to make sure nobody was watching as he made his way over to the plastic orange bowl. It was overflowing with name-brand chocolate treats in their holiday-specific “Fun-Size” variant. The otter picked one up in his blue-padded handpaw, rotating it between his pawfingers. He unwrapped the candy and popped a peanut-filled chocolate square into his mouth, the nuts crunching before being pulverized by his teeth and joining with the melting chocolate on his blue tongue.

“I never understood what’s so ‘fun’ about less candy,” Cooper muttered to himself. He stood there and his blue-eyed gaze shifted between the rest of the candy and the mounted sign warning him to mind the limit. He turned his head to face behind himself to make sure he was still unseen by anyone else. “Another one won’t hurt,” he said as he grabbed a second chocolate.

The plastic wrapper crinkled as the otter tore it open and popped a nougat-filled chocolate nugget into his mouth. He enjoyed its creamy cocoa flavor on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing it down. Cooper placed the empty wrapper into his pocket, turning and beginning to walk away from the bowl of candy.

The otter only took a few steps before he was hit with an impulsive thought: why stop at two? His sense of sound judgment was telling him to leave it alone, but his stomach was urging him to have more. Before what he knew what he was doing, he was back at the bowl and unwrapping another chocolate treat. After popping it into his mouth, he ate another, then another, and then another still.

Soon Cooper was seated on the step with the bowl in his lap, tearing open chocolate treats and shoveling them into his mouth. When he had devoured the contents of the orange bowl in their entirety, nothing remained except chocolate-stained wrappers and a ring of melted cocoa surrounding the otter’s mouth. He let out a contented belch and patted his now slightly-bulging stomach.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” said a female voice from behind. “I would have expected something like that from the kids but not an adult.”

The startled otter jumped, the empty bowl falling out of his lap and clattering onto the step next to him. He whirled around to see a corgi in a black robe and a tall witch’s hat. At three feet tall Cooper was half the height of most others, but this woman shared his height. She was gazing at him with a neutral expression and bright emerald eyes, and he couldn’t quite tell if she was angry or not.

“S-sorry,” said Cooper, his face glowing hot with guilt. “I don’t know what came over me.” He looked down at his own feetpaws in shame.

The corgi shook her head. “I know exactly what came over you: impulses and disregarding the sign,” she said. She walked out to the step and picked up the empty bowl, beginning to retrieve the wrappers that had fallen onto the ground.

“I-I hope you’re not too mad,” said the otter. He stood up and began to help her clean up the mess for which he had been ultimately responsible. “I can maybe pick up some more chocolate to make up for it.”

The corgi paused to look at Cooper with a warm smile. “Oh, I’m not mad,” she said, continuing to pick up the wrappers. “This happens every Halloween and the culprit learns their lesson by the end.” Her front walk was now cleaned up and she held the wrapper-filled bowl under an arm. “Again, I’m just surprised it was a grown-up this year,” she said as she began to make her way to the front door.

The otter was a bit surprised. “So you don’t need any compensation beyond an apology?” he asked.

“Not at the moment, but you’ll be back soon enough,” said the corgi, stopping to turn and face the otter. “If I were you, I would start looking into getting a bigger wardrobe,” she added with a cryptic smile before opening the door and stepping back inside.

It was at that moment when Cooper noticed his clothing felt a little bit tighter than before. Though he assumed this to be due just having eaten several more servings of chocolate than necessary, he was left pondering the corgi’s words as he walked away from her house and onto the sidewalk.

The streetlights flickered to life, illuminating the incoming darkness of night. What the otter thought were uncertain rumbles in his stomach revealed themselves to be growls of hunger, despite his impromptu chocolate feast. He tried to distract himself but the desire to eat was like an itch and his eyes looked around for anywhere he could find food.

Cooper’s nose was hit with a delectable smell, the buttery scent of pastries wafting through the nighttime air. His mouth watered as he followed the aroma like a trail of breadcrumbs. The source was a bakery that the otter had never seen before. Above the automatic sliding glass doors was a circle showing a cartoon quadruped corgi’s hind end, the corgi’s face winking over it. Displayed below the picture were the words “Hot Loafs” in bright red block letters. Cooper saw the sheer variety of baked goods through the tall storefront windows, some he didn’t even recognize. Urged by another loud growl of his stomach, he stepped inside the bakery.

“Good evening!” said the corgi behind the counter. She wore a white shirt and an olive-green apron. The name “Tabitha” was displayed on a plastic tag pinned over her left breast.

Cooper blinked a few times, recognizing her despite the fact she was no longer dressed up as a witch. “Wait, aren’t you the lady from the house?” he asked.

Tabitha ran pink-padded pawfingers through her long beige and white hair. “The lady from the house?” she repeated. “Well yeah, I don’t live here, that would be silly!” She giggled and leaned forward with both handpaws on the counter. “You don’t sleep at your work, do you?”

The otter shook his head. “No, I mean the woman dressed up as a witch.” He paused, a bit reluctant to bring up how they met. “I ate all your candy, remember?” He felt his face heat up with shame at those words.

“You ate all of someone’s candy?” asked the corgi, strangely sweetly and with a tilted head. “That seems an odd thing for an adult to do.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I can’t imagine you’re still hungry after that.”

Cooper wasn’t able to respond before his stomach growled loudly and he doubled over while clutching his still-full stomach. “I’m actually starving,” he said. “And I have no idea how.”

Tabitha leaned back with an expression of astonishment. “Really now?” she asked, before leaning back forward with a bright smile. “Then you’re in the right place! We’ve got a special going on tonight.”

The otter wanted to make sure he had enough money on him since he still felt bad about eating all of her candy. His heart sank when he realized that he didn’t even have his phone on him.

“I left my wallet at home,” he said gloomily.

The corgi frowned. “That’s a shame,” she said before smiling brightly. “Well, I hope you have a good night then!” She gave him a cheerful farewell wave.

Another hunger growl made Cooper double over again. “Is there any way I can run a tab?” he asked.

“What, just because of my name?” Tabitha asked with a giggle. “This is a bakery, sweetie. Not a bar.”

The otter groaned as his stomach protested the immediate lack of food. “Right, sorry to bother you then,” he said with clear disappointment. His shoulders slumped as he turned away from the counter and made his way back towards the door.

“Welllll,” said the corgi, “if you’re that desperate for food, there’s something you can help me with.” The otter stopped in his tracks as she spoke. “I’ve been working on a super-sized cinnamon roll and I want to see if it’s possible to finish it in one sitting.”

Cooper slowly turned around to face her. “How big are we talking?” he asked.

“It’s gigantic. I’m talking huge,” said Tabitha, extending her arms outward in an emphatic gesture. “I guarantee it weighs more than you do right now.”

Drool streamed out of the otter’s mouth as he walked over to the counter, leaving a little trail on the tiled floor as he made his way over. The corgi grinned at his visible food-lust, knowing she didn’t even need to ask.

“Follow me,” Tabitha said, turning to a heavy swinging door leading into the back of the bakery. Cooper’s stomach rumbled with anticipation as he quickly followed behind.

The kitchen of the bakery was equipped with top-of-the-line industrial appliances, a gigantic multi-rack oven, rows of fridges and stoves, and distant shelves with dried and powdered ingredients. It was utterly massive, a warehouse of a room somehow crammed into what appeared on the outside to be a relatively small building.

Whatever spatial questioning Cooper might have entertained was completely ignored due to what he saw in the center of the room: the biggest cinnamon roll he had ever seen on a very low table. It was four times his size across and as tall as him in the very center. It was covered in thick, gooey icing that dribbled down the sides. He could smell the sweetness of its icing amid the sprinkles of cinnamon and the sugary dough as he approached in a shuffling gait, drawn in by an irresistible desire to chow down.

The corgi giggled as the otter buried his face into the cinnamon roll and started chomping down, the dough and icing still warm as if it had just come out of the oven. “Just let me know when you’ve had enough,” she said, taking a few steps away to watch.

Cooper ate and ate with singular purpose, chomping a swath through the massive sticky pastry and getting his clothes and fur coated with the icing. His body began to work overtime to convert the food directly to fat, the weight piling on steadily as the seconds passed. The otter could feel the fabric of his clothes start to give way from the pressure but nothing could stop his handpaws from shoveling in more and more of the cinnamon roll.

Cooper had only eaten about half of it when his expanding form burst out of his clothes, fabric torn asunder by his newly added pudge, which spilled out and drooped down under its own weight. The now-naked otter felt no embarrassment over his newfound nudity; he was utterly driven by his desire to consume and simply ate and ate and ate. When he finished, he was almost completely spherical, many times over his original weight and now as wide as he was tall. He let out a hearty, stomach-rippling belch and patted over his now-gargantuan stomach, looking over his expanded form.

“You must have been very hungry,” said Tabitha with a mischievous grin. “Was it worth it?”

Cooper reached down to jiggle his own rolls and squeeze at his own doughy flab. “I would say so, yes. It feels really nice,” he said. “I could get used to this.”

The corgi frowned and furrowed her brows. “R-really? No regrets about eating too much?”

The otter’s face blushed a little blue. “If anything I could probably eat more.”

Tabitha was suddenly surrounded by swirling lines of bright violet light, completely obscuring her from view as they grew into a giant cloud. The purple fog dissipated and the corgi had grown three times taller and now had a quadrupedal body. “Well now I’m not quite sure what to do with you,” she said.

“I um… what?” said Cooper, who rubbed his eyes with still-sticky handpaws and stared at her with amazement. “Am I seeing things?”

“I could be asking the same thing honestly,” said the large taurgi. “Nobody else has eaten so much of it that their clothes burst, never mind enjoyed being so big.” She shook her head. “This isn’t really working as a lesson in controlling your impulses.”

The otter grunted and leaned himself forward to sit up. “I’m confused,” he said. “Could you explain what’s going on?”

“I’m a witch,” said Tabitha. “Well, it’s a bit more complicated than that but for the sake of convenience and sticking to the spirit of the holiday, let’s just call me a ‘witch.’ Anyways, sometimes the kids mess with my decorations during Mischief Night, so I set up my own little prank for them: if they take more than one candy from the bowl, they get cursed with an insatiable hunger.” She began to pace back and forth as she continued to explain. “It’s always the troublemakers who defy the sign. I lure them in with the bakery and their desire to eat shoves away the fact that they definitely recognize me. Just like with you, they never have the means to pay for anything. And just like with you, nobody ever resists a free all-you-can-eat cinnamon roll and they accept the offer every time.”

She stopped pacing. “What usually happens is that they eat maybe a thirtieth of it at absolute most before they have to stop. Their clothes feel too tight, they’re fuller than full, they still want to eat, but they simply can’t. I ask them if it was worth eating that much, they tell me it wasn’t, and I reveal myself as I am now. In exchange for cleaning up whatever mess they made at my house, I remove the curse and reduce their weight back to whatever it was before.” She looked to Cooper. “You clearly don’t see this as a punishment so I doubt you’ve learned anything about impulse control.” She shook her head and shrugged with arms extended outwards and palms facing up. “I’m honestly at a complete loss as to what I should do.”

Cooper felt another slight rumble of hunger in his stomach. “What do I have to do for you to give me more food?” he asked bluntly.

The taurgi’s ears perked up and a glint of mischief flashed across her eyes. “That depends,” she answered with a smirk. “What are you willing to do?”

“Anything you ask,” the otter said genuinely. “I-I mean, I won’t do anything illegal or immoral but, you know, within reason.”

The taurgi grinned at that. “Then perhaps we can make a deal.” She snapped her fingers and a floating scroll of parchment appeared in front of Cooper, with an ink-dipped quill pen hovering next to it. “We could just do this verbally but I think a flair of formality is appropriate, given what I’m proposing.”

The otter read over it, his face flushing deeper as he confirmed the details: dedicated paw-worship in exchange for endless food. After reading it over a few times, he looked up at Tabitha. “Am I… missing something here?” he asked. “I’m not seeing any fine print but I don’t see any downsides either.”

Tabitha grinned toothily. “The only potential issue is that the contract is unbreakable so you’d better be absolutely—”

“Here you go,” said the otter, standing up and holding the signed contract out to the taurgi, who blinked several times in surprise. She looked at his signature and began to chuckle, which soon erupted into cackling laughter.

“I’m going to have fun with you,” Tabitha said in an ominous tone which almost gave Cooper second thoughts. The world around them began to spin, but despite everything being a horizontal blur the otter didn’t feel any dizziness. When the rotating finally stopped, he saw they were in a dimly lit living room with a roaring fire in a brick hearth on the wall behind him. There were a few comfy chairs with side-tables, and near the center of the room facing the fireplace was a large purple-cushioned couch.

The taurgi padded her way over to the couch and lay on it luxuriously, with her forepaws and hindpaws dangling over the front and an elbow on the armrest. As the otter looked at her pink-padded paws, he saw droplets of sweat start to form on them and his nose was hit by a rich cocktail of chocolate and vanilla. He waddled over and knelt as well as he could, stuffing his face in between the toes of a hindpaw and sniffing deeply. His tongue shot out as if acting on its own and swallowed up some of the sweat, discovering to his delight that it tasted just as sweet as it smelled. The sweat formed back on the pads just as quickly as it was lapped up, and soon he lost himself in the flavors.

“Open up, my pet,” Tabitha purred seductively. Cooper blushed blue at her words and opened his mouth, finding a toe slipped inside and resting on his tongue. “Suckle,” she commanded sweetly, and he did so. The sweat was pulled out like water from a squeezed sponge, gushing down the otter’s throat. As he drank and drank nonstop, he felt himself getting even heavier, looking down and noticing that his fat was oozing out in thick, folded rolls.

“Do you like it?” asked the taurgi. “My sweat isn’t just flavored, it’s extra-fattening. Keep it up and soon you won’t be able to move.” Those words only encouraged the otter’s almost desperate chugging as his form continued to expand. It wasn’t just the taste that he craved: the smell was almost addictive and wrapped around his mind in a gentle hug, taking a firm hold on his senses and control over his desires.

When Tabitha pulled the toe away, Cooper was more blob than otter. He was a pile of fat whose legs were buried underneath his own flabby rolls. He nearly took up a quarter of the entire room, his limbs pinned down underneath his own weight. The craving for the taurgi’s toes was irresistible and he grunted as he tried to lean forward to reach, unable to do so because of his bulk. His body wobbled as he fought to move but he gave up after about a minute, panting and heaving for breath.

When the taurgi saw this, she shifted herself forward off of the couch and nudged the otter-blob onto his back (or at least the folds of fat which counted for that area.) Tabitha grinned when she saw Cooper’s tapered blue length peeking through the pudge and gently stepped upon it with her hindpaw. Whatever weight discomfort the otter might have felt from having a heavy taurgi standing on him was offset by the cushioning of his own fat. The toes wrapped around the shaft and squeezed, causing his body to tremble and jiggle.

“Open your mouth again, pet,” the taurgi said gently. Cooper did so and found a forepaw toe slipped into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around it and suckled as hard as he could, feeling the deliciously sweet-flavored sweat pouring down his throat once again. Tabitha didn’t stroke or lift her hindpaw on the otter’s length, she simply gripped and squeezed its base, feeling the doughy fat of the otter wrap around the lower parts of her legs.

Cooper continued to feel himself expand, but the distance between his crotch and his head remained the same. The taurgi stood atop him with a smile, looking down at his blissful expression as he suckled on her toe. She could feel his attempts to buck his hips and his tongue swirling around the toe in his mouth, a soft moan of contentment rumbling in his throat.

The otter was in heaven, with a delicious taste in his mouth, that addictive aroma wafting into his senses, a paw teasing his sensitive bits, and the utter enjoyment of becoming fatter and fatter. The ecstasy reached a crescendo and culminated in a powerful climax, thick ropes and pools of seed launching out against the taurgi’s hindpaw. The orgasm was enough to completely drown out the rest of his senses, feeling endless as the cum gushed out. When he finally was able to feel his own body again, he realized that he was absolutely drenched in his own seed and he was thin again.

Tabitha (whose paws were covered in cum) stepped off of the otter and began to lick him clean. He giggled and squirmed at her thick canine tongue as it dragged over his fur. The cum was all gone a few minutes later, and Cooper sat up to look down at his form.

“I thought I was going to stay heavy,” he said, making no effort to hide his disappointment. He let out a squeak as he was suddenly pinned down underneath the taurgi’s hindpaw, who guided his mouth open with a toe and slipped it inside. As he felt that chocolate and vanilla sweat gush into his mouth he started chugging it hungrily, feeling it fill his stomach and slowly start to ooze outwards as pudge.

“I think it’s more fun this way, don’t you?” asked Tabitha. “Sure you could just pile on the pounds but doesn’t it feel nicer to start from scratch and become immobile over and over again?” Cooper blushed deeply, having to admit that he liked that idea, but it was visible in his eyes that he was confused. The taurgi pulled her toe out of the otter’s maw, and he panted as sweat dribbled down the side of his mouth. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.

“You were really quick to go from trying to punish me to trying to indulge me,” the otter said. “I don’t mind, but I don’t get it.”

“Oh, it’s pretty simple,” answered Tabitha. “This is all just a dream.”

“I’m… sorry?”

“No,” said the taurgi, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. None of this is actually happening right now, and…” she took a few steps back, “it’s time for you to wake up. Are you okay?”

“What?”

“Are you okay?” the corgi repeated.

Cooper’s eyes blinked open and he saw that he was laying on Tabitha’s front walk. She was dressed as a witch again, crouching down to look at him with an expression of concern. The sun was still hanging low in the sky, a red glow covering the front of the house.

“Tabitha?” said the otter, groaning and sitting up. “What happened?” he asked as he rubbed over his head.

“You tell me,” said Tabitha. “I just found you laying here.” She offered him a handpaw to help him stand up, which he accepted. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah I um…” Cooper decided to just be honest about it. “I took some of your candy but I’m not sure how much of it I actually took, and what was a dream that I was having.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“Never too old to get into the holiday spirit, eh?” said the corgi with a laugh. “I’d be more concerned if you ate the entire bowl.”

The otter laughed as well. “That’s what happened in the dream and it led to some… interesting things.”

“Oh?” asked Tabitha with a tilted head. “What sorts of interesting things?”

Cooper blushed a bright blue as he thought back to everything that happened and how deeply he enjoyed gaining weight. “I wasn’t able to stop eating and I really enjoyed it and um… y-you helped.”

“Well that would explain how you knew my name,” said the corgi with a smile. “So, you like eating?”

The otter nodded with a happy swish of his tail. “I didn’t realize it until that dream but yeah, there’s just something about it that makes me very happy.” He decided against telling her that he was straight-up aroused by it, but his cheeks remained blushing at the thought of it.

“I see!” said Tabitha. “Based on that blushing you enjoyed it a bit more than you’re telling me.” She winked at him and he just blushed deeper, which made her giggle. “Listen,” she continued, “I have plans tonight but if you like eating that much, why don’t you stop by tomorrow evening?” She walked back towards her house, stopping to look at him. “I’m actually a bit of a chocolatier in my free time and I want a second opinion on a recipe I’ve been working on.”

Cooper licked his lips at the thought. “Sounds good to me,” he said.

The corgi wagged her tail. “Wonderful,” she said. She placed her handpaw on the door’s handle and opened it. “Have a nice night, Cooper!”

“Have a nice night,” said the otter, watching as Tabitha stepped inside. Cooper turned away from the house and onto the sidewalk, resuming his evening stroll. He only took a few steps when he stopped in his tracks and looked at the house.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “How did she know my name?”

Epilogue

It was evening again when Cooper stood in front of Tabitha’s house for the second time, walking up to the front door and knocking on it a few times. The corgi answered the door with a smile, wearing a purple dress and a familiar olive-green apron (but no nametag).

“Ah, you’re right on time!” said Tabitha excitedly, gesturing for the otter to enter. The rich smell of chocolate and the sweet fragrance of vanilla wafted out from the doorway behind her and wrapped around Cooper’s senses like a warm blanket.

“That smells amazing,” he said as he followed the corgi into her house.

“I’m glad you think so,” Tabitha giggled. She led the otter to her parlor and a slight chill went up his spine as he saw the décor: it was nearly identical to the room he had seen in his dream, down to the positioning of the chairs and table. The only difference was that there was a low table in front of the couch with a tray of small balls of chocolate. They were so packed with flavor that he could smell them from where he was, and he had to fight to resist the temptation to go over and eat them right away.

Tabitha could see the way he was looking at them and smiled warmly. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’m curious what you think.”

The otter made his way over and picked up one of the cocoa spheres, seeing it had the light-brownness of milk chocolate. He popped it into his mouth and his eyes opened wide as a cascade of flavors washed over his tongue. It was perhaps the best chocolate-vanilla swirl flavor he had ever tasted, and without hesitation he grabbed another one and ate it.

“Wow,” Cooper said after chewing and swallowing, then licking a bit of chocolate off of his pawfingers. “I’ve never tasted anything that good before!” He grabbed another melty light-brown orb and tossed it into his mouth, feeling the creamy chocolate and vanilla melting on his tongue. “And this is just a hobby for you?”

“I’m glad you like them so much,” said the corgi sweetly, watching as the otter continued to shovel them into his mouth. “Yeah, I’ve considered setting up shop but I think there are legal issues with selling something made from paw sweat.”

Cooper stopped mid chew, slowly turning to look at her as the morsel melted in his mouth. He swallowed loudly as he stared. “Y-you what now?”

Tabitha’s mouth curled up into a wide and toothy grin and she began to cackle as she was surrounded by swirls of light. Her form shifted much like it had in the dream (though as the otter watched this, he wasn’t sure that it had been a dream) and what had just been a corgi was now a taurgi once again. She lifted up a forepaw, with visible droplets of sweat dripping from the pink pawpads as she curled and splayed the toes.

As if pulled by an invisible string, the otter shambled over and he was unable to resist his compulsion to bury his face into her beckoning toes and lap up the sweat. Sure enough, it was the same flavor as the little chocolate balls on the table. Cooper felt a bit awkward at having suddenly started worshiping her paws but found himself physically incapable of pulling away.

“Finding it a bit hard to control yourself?” said the taurgi with a knowing smirk, rubbing over his face with her sweaty pawpads. It was as if Cooper’s body was acting of its own accord as he wrapped his lips around a toe and suckled on it hungrily. “I bet you’re wondering what was a dream and what really happened,” continued the taurgi. The otter simply stared up at her, his clothing starting to feel tight. His attempts to pull away and ask what was going on were completely ignored by his own body.

Tabitha pulled the toe away and despite the otter’s cravings for the paw sweat, he wasn’t able to move. “Let me introduce myself properly,” said the taurgi. She looked downwards and folded her arms across her chest, and as she spread her arms outwards, giant black leathery bat wings sprouted from her back. “I am Tabitha,” she said, wings folding against her back and arms lowering, “and I’m a succubus.”

She turned around and lifted a hindpaw towards the otter, curling her toes invitingly. Before Cooper even knew what he was doing, he had his lips buried against her middlemost pawpad and was suckling the sweat out of it.

“I was watching while you took candy from my bowl,” continued the taurgi, “The fact that an adult was doing it made me curious, so as you walked away I made you fall asleep.” As she spoke, the clothing tore open and fell to the floor, the otter’s fat spilling out in drooping rolls. “That whole thing about teaching you a lesson was a way to guide your dream impulses so I could feed from your desires.” She giggled evilly and tucked a toe back into Cooper’s mouth, which he swirled his tongue around greedily and continued to gain weight from the tasty sweat. “Imagine my delighted surprise to discover that you have an actual lust for food.”

As if on cue, the otter’s shaft emerged from his sheath and began throbbing and pulsing with need. Tabitha could sense this and pulled the hindpaw away from his face and gently grabbed at his length. “Everything that happened after those two first pieces was a dream, but I was in it and there was one part which was very real.” She held out a handpaw and the contract parchment appeared in a flash of purple light in front of Cooper’s face. “Those weren’t figures of speech, my dear. When I said I take control over your thoughts and actions, I meant it literally.” She snapped her fingers and the contract vanished in a puff of flame. “You aren’t just a pet, you’re my puppet.”

Despite the otter’s arousal of stimulation and appeal of his own weight, he was left feeling uncertain about his own future. “What… what are you going to do to me?” he asked, trembling a little bit.

“Aww, there’s no need to be so worried,” cooed the taurgi reassuringly. She brought the hindpaw back up to Cooper’s face and he started dragging his tongue over it once more, swallowing down the sweat hungrily. “It’s exactly what you wanted! You get to enjoy being ridiculously fat and I get to feed off of your pleasure, forever!” She licked her lips as she could taste how much he was enjoying it. “A mutually beneficial arrangement, don’t you agree?”

The otter wasn’t able to respond. All he was able to do was swallow the sweat and continue to gain weight, once again feeling his own heaviness reduce his ability to move his limbs. As he was pinned down under his own weight, the arousal he felt at his own heft overpowered whatever uncertainties he felt about the arrangement. As time went on, he lost himself in the pleasure, endlessly blobbing outwards and caught in an eternal feeding loop with the succubus taurgi.