Firingwall

Pizza O'Clock: Tight Squeeze (Outline) (Patreon)

Published:

2023-10-03 23:00:26

Imported:

2024-08

Tags:

ftm nsfw outline pizzaoclock

Content

Tony Tooncan calls to Memphis Ratterton as the large toon rat clocks him, greeting him.
Memphis greets him back, lighting up a new cigar and blowing it.
They talk briefly about Tony being early and how the Toucan finds getting ready for work easy and fast. Toss some clothes on and inflate into the right size
Memphis chuckles and remarks it should be fast and easy since all Tony wears is a shirt and shorts.
Tony laughs back, agreeing. He doesn’t usually put on clean stuff since his sweat and natural toony odor in his clothes adds to his charm.
The toon says it should be even easier for Memphis since all he wears is shorts, his cap, and shoes. Must be easy to get ready with so little
Memphis frowns, looking off to the side. He grumbles. “Wells, it aint’ daaaat easy.”
FLASHBACK!
Melissa sighs, stretching her arms. She’s in her room at home in just her underwear.
“Tadayh… Today is the day there’s no struggle. I’ll get to work without problem.”
She looks at the ground at a pair of jean shorts. They’re a bit on the large side, especially for a thin woman as herself.
However, they are what’s right for her and what she needs to wear.
She steps into them, her feet disappearing into the leg holes.
Here we go. Melissa takes a deep breath and releases it, bending down and grabbing her shorts’ sides
Hands tight on sides and there’s some gloop and bloop sounds, white substance appearing on the back of her hands
Substance covers mitts and turns into four-fingered white gloves triple their original size
Melissa begins to lift her shorts once her gloves are done. A low psssssssssssssh sound plays.
Once her shorts are up, her feet are seen. They are now wearing fire engine red tennis shoes with the image of pizzas along their sides.
Her ankles are just visible in her shoes, coated with gray fur and filling out the shoe openings
Heh, stylin’ shoes a go as always~ She feels a sense of pride seeing the oversized shoes, quickly overly whelming a sense of embarrassment seeing her wearing overly garish footwear
Most important to her, these fit and never gave her trouble
She slowly pulls up her shorts, her legs appearing.
However, they are fatter, thicker, long and coated in flat gray fur
As her shorts go up past her calves, her thick glasses start slipping down her nose until it balloon out into a thick pink rat snoot and stopped it.
Past her knees and to her thighs, which are really thickening up and making her look wider
“Eheh, look’em thunder thighs. Nice, thick thighs~” Melissa feels her tooniness flowing into her fast and hard. She doesn’t try to stop her new thoughts, feeling, and sona coming on.
Thighs fully change and rat ears pop out
She pauses, her shorts halfway over her crotch. The moment of truth!
She pulls them up and over, pausing. Nothing seem to happen other than her hips and whole body frame widening.
Okie-dokie, seems like this… dis is inflatin’ properly. she chuckles as she develops goatee and rat buckteeth Should be-
FWOOOOMP!
Melissa’s shorts rumble briefly before a huge outburst inflation. The back of her shorts stretch huge and wide. Part of her rear, now gray fur pops out, revealing the top of her fat cheeks
They grow more and back slips down, her shorts hemline below her fat, saggy, wide butt. Her underwear is tightly clinging to it, partly showing her butt
In the front, her crotch opens further in her shorts as a huge cantalope size bulge pops out, underwear stretching to contain it.
The huge growth gets a moan out of her that deepens, full rat tail growing.
After a few breaths, Melissa looks down at her bump and huffs. Wells, guess I’ms just a fool fors dinkin’ dat its would work dis time!
Dough, dis rat ain’t gonna let dis lay! She grips her shorts tightly, arms shivering. They inflate to better fit her gloves, growing gray fur over them.
Melissa lifts and pulls on the shorts, but struggles. The helmline digs into her rear and fly opening into her package.
The sensation sends shivers up her spine, torso rumbling. Her wider frame widens a little more as her belly swells. Her bra stretches as her breasts grow, looking bigger but not as full or perky
Oooooh, dat feelin’ is sumding! She pants, gray fur growing out from her shorts and over her tummy and chest. Always sumding…
She ponders whether or not she should just wear underwear, hair shrinking.
Shakes her head as a baseball cap falls onto her head backwards. Nah, I’s dought of dis before. I’s a sophisticated rat! Sophisticated rats don’t goes wanderin’ ‘round without sum shorts or pants.
Melissa takes a deep breath and tugs up, trying to pull her shorts over her equipment and bum.
Shivers and moans. “Ooooos, dat da stuff!” Sounds completely male toony. Body inflates further, with gut growing and breasts now mooby
He pulls and tugs more, grunting and huffing. He tries pushing in on his junk, but it pops back out with a thump. Curse havin’ junk dis big! Perfection, but nots perfection fors fittin’!
He’s getting heavy and fatter with a big gut and moobs, his bra snapping off
He huffs and tries one mighty pull up and groans loudly, eyes going cross.
His face shoots forward in a muzzle as fur grows over his mug, completing his transformation.
His bulge trembles, underwear getting damp and musky
Melissa… Memphis sighs, rubbing his forehead. He no longer needs to hold up his shorts, now stuck on his hips.
Phew! Dat sure makes a fellah horny. He gropes his package and chuckles. Kinda need a cigar after dat!
He shrugs and shakes his head. Eh, maybe laydah. Gotta get ready for work!
He grabs his shorts tightly. Time for resizin’! He begins to tug and stretch.
FLASHBACK ENDS!
“Then it took an extra ten minutes ta stretch ands stuff everydang inta dese shorts!” Memphis tries stretching them on the sides, but they are pretty firm. “Can’t do much more ta make dese fit.”
“Ya could deflate dat fat cake ‘nd bowling ball of yours!” Tony suggested
Memphis huffed, groping and squeezing his package. “Ands have less of dis? Ain’t gonna happun, ya doofy birb!”
Tony shrugged. “Just suggestin’. Didn’t dink youse go fors it anyways.” He groped his own package in his tight shorts. “Wouldn’t dream of goin’ small time mahself either.”
The two toons laugh and belly/bulge bump
“Dough,” Tony suggest, stroking his chin. “Youse could just do dings da easy way. Wear yours normal duds ands haven dem grow with ya!”
“Eh, den deys stuck dat forevers, bro. ‘ittle dollface moi ain’t likes havin’ no small stuff fors hers ta wear.”
“But she’s happy breakin’ dem bras ands stretchin dat underwear out of hers?” “We’s a complicated fellah.”
Tony shrugs and asks about if Memphis has troubles with shirts as well.
“I’s just plain gaves up on shirts a’s long time ago. Mah stomach don’t agrees with dems ands deys don’ts agrees back.” He smacks his belly. “Dis gut ain’t gonna be covered ands pants & shorts gimme ‘nuff trouble as is ta bahdah with tryin’ mores.”
“Fair nuff!” Tony pats his “Jelly-Bellied” t-shirt. “Personally, I’s can’t imagin’ mahself without dis on, but youse does youse.”
“Mhm. Wells, ‘nuff chit-chat! Let’s get to its den!” Memphis stated.
The two start leaving the back and Memphis sighs, thinking to himself he may need to buy more cheap girl pants and shorts so he can transform them when he turns into himself. It always seems like his leftover pairs are far too small.
Such is the life of a toon. Comedy error always strikes in odd ways.
THE END