Endless Treats - Part 5 (Final) (Patreon)

I hope you enjoyed the series! Also I edited the portions of the story between part 3 and 4, putting some more from part 4 into part 3 - nothing is changed or added, just where it appears has been

Mun belongs to Moonwing, Jenny belongs to me

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Morning arrived, startling Mun as he realised at some point he must have drifted asleep. He couldn't be blamed, that much candy digesting through his system would at some point induce one hell of a sugar coma, but a small part of him regretted missing some of his growth. And how he had grown. The hybrid who had been just yesterday a slender little thing was now so large his mass covered the entire lounge room floor. What furniture remained was pressed between his bloated, blubbery body and the walls of the room which creaked with the pressure they felt. His stomach of course dominated the view in front of him, having crushed the tv and table in front of the couch it was now pressed firmly against the wall opposite, where cracks were starting to form. Beneath him, the hybrid fancied he could feel the remains of his couch but in truth he was so big it was hard to discern what was what. His ass cheeks flooded the area behind him, knocking over lamps and anything else that got in the way. His entire body undulated with the slightest movement, a sea of blubber that was contained now by the walls of the room but for how long?

It was then Mun noticed that Jenny had not slept the night away, the mouse was working a paint brush across his bloated hide, painting sigils onto his stomach. He craned his neck to see if similar symbols had been painted across the rest of his body but his head was swallowed by a thick ring of blubber that prevented him from looking backwards, or anywhere really.

“Good morning.” Jenny said, she must have noticed his squirming. Her painting didn't stop but she flashed him a smile.

“H-hey...” The word came sluggishly, Mun was unused to fighting with his own cheeks to speak.

“Don't mind me. I figured the walls of this place were going to give if I didn't do something. So I've started a little shrinking spell. No – not your fat, you're keeping that I'm afraid. But by the time I'm done you should be no larger than a basketball. A particularly fat, doughy basketball.” She smirked a little as she put the finishing touches on one of the symbols she was painting. “After that, we can relocate you. Give you all the room you need to grow and grow. Maybe you'll be my own personal bed.” Jenny added with a wink.

Mun considered it as morning light streamed in through the windows, there were certainly worse fates. He would make a fine bed after all. Personable and very, very comfortable.