Into the Vanessaverse

Amy was uncharacteristically quiet, Vanessa thought. Or rather, she added, she was completely characteristically quiet, but just wasn’t visible. Not even in the library, where she spent most of his time reading and writing. It was curious.

On her search, she noticed a flickering light coming from the baseboards of the library. A small mousehole was present, a perfect curve in the wall that acted as a safehouse within her safe house. Fair enough, she supposed; the mouse girl was simply resting in her little home. It wouldn’t hurt to peek in, of course, and say hello.

What had surprised her the most was seeing a second mouse inside, or more like a rat. Amy was smiling and happily seated with a thick-hipped friend of hers, wearing a cozy hoodie and nuzzling against the back of Amy’s couch. They seemed rather content. Amy eventually noticed Vanessa, giving a small nervous wave.

“Oh, hello, Miss Vanessa,” Amy greeted; the other rodent turned and gave a smile and wave herself. “I hope we weren’t disturbing you at all.”

“Not at all, not at all,” Vanessa chuckled. “I merely wanted to check in on you, darling.” She looked towards the newcomer in curiosity. “And who is your friend, Amy?”

“Hi, sug,” the rat greeted, more casually than the overly-polite Amy. “My name is Foxy. Thank you for letting us hang out here.”

“Foxy, Foxy…” Vanessa paused, tapping her chin. The name felt so familiar to her somehow… “By any chance, were you involved in the Gluttony Ring?”

Foxy blinked. “Yeah, actually,” she said. “How did you know?”

“I’ve been a frequent visitor, darling,” Vanessa said with a mischievous wink. “Quite the show, I’d say.”

She looked to Amy, who didn’t seem to react in surprise. “Did you already know?”

“Oh yes,” Amy said. “Miss Foxy was very forward with that. But she’s also very friendly and kind and she likes anime too.”

“Sounds like a perfect companion,” Vanessa agreed. “Well, I’ll not bother you much more, darlings. You two have fun.” She gave a wave to the rodents, before standing upright again; her large body walked away from the mouse hole.

“Bye, Vanessa!” Foxy called. She looked to Amy, a smile still on her face. “She’s nice.”

“O-oh, yes,” Amy agreed. “Though, um…she does pull pranks that scare me sometimes.”

“I bet,” Foxy chuckled. “Didn’t you say she’s a witch? If she knew about the Gluttony Ring, she’d probably be plenty powerful.”

Amy nodded. “But it’s nice when she’s, well…nice to me,” she said. “S-still, I can’t help it…I get so nervous sometimes.”

“It’s showing,” Foxy agreed, but gently. She patted Amy’s arm affectionately. “Hey, it’s alright. I get nervous too sometimes.”

Amy looked up to Foxy in surprise. “R-really?” she asked. “But you go on stage all the time…”

“It’s partially practice,” Foxy explained. “But the other half is about this.”

From Foxy’s hammerspace, she pulled out a small stick of…something. It was like a paper roll, with some green bits on the inside. Amy, being an innocent introvert, could only glance at it with confusion.

“Cannabis,” Foxy explained. “Or weed. This is a perfect relaxant for when I have a stressful day at work, or if I need to unwind.”

Amy’s eyes widened at the thought. “W-weed?” she asked. “O-oh, I could never-“

“Look, I’m not going to pressure you to take some, sug,” Foxy said. “But it might help your nerves a bit.”

She set the joint down on the table (actually a discarded die from a board game long lost), before pulling out a second one. Then our came a small rat-proportional lighter, with Foxy flicking it a few times. Once, twice, before the flame ignited, a gentle spark. She held it close to the tip of her own joint, allowing it to smolder. Finally, Foxy stuck it into her mouth.

“Of course,” she added. “This stuff does give me the munchies…Comes with the territory, I guess.”

Amy looked to Foxy in concern and curiosity. Already she looked relaxed and content, idly blowing a bit of smoke. “A-and it really works?”

“Oh yeah,” Foxy agreed. “Relaxes the muscles, you see.” Then she pointed a finger towards nothing in particular. “Cannabis use is designed to be taken in moderation. Please use responsibly.”

Amy wasn’t sure who Foxy was talking to, but she had to admit, the results spoke for themselves. She was cozy before, but now her coziness felt exponential. She could practically see Foxy’s muscles softening by the second, all stress she had banked up until then deflating. It was quite the sight. She looked again to the rolled-up bit of grass on the table, and her curiosity was piqued.

Would it really work? She had to know.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached across to take the joint between her fingers. Foxy observed with a light smile, watching as Amy held it up to her face, inspecting it.

“Here, I got you covered,” Foxy said. She brought out a lighter, gesturing to Amy gently. Amy hesitated. Then she slowly nodded, and Foxy flicked the light on once more, graciously igniting it for her friend.

Again Amy was left staring at the new phenomenon, how the cannabis seemed to burn ever-so-slightly. It gave a smell of…something. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was certainly weird. She wouldn’t get anywhere by just staring at it, however.

After several minutes of contemplation, she took a small puff.

The taste was questionable, and not something she would go out of her way to find. But the effects were rather quick. She felt calm for once, a sense of relaxation washing over her. At least, that is, until Foxy’s head sat back up, surprised.

“Oh, hang on,” she said. Foxy started counting on her fingers, muttering to herself. Once she reached a certain number, her eyes widened. Amy’s eyes widened at the sight.

“What?” Amy asked. “What is it?”

“Okay, so don’t panic…” Foxy said, trying to keep her voice level. “I completely forgot to adjust the dosage when it came to yours.”

“W-what does that mean?” Amy asked. Her anxiety flared up again, fear striking her.

“So I have a stronger strain because I’m used to it,” Foxy explained. “But you’ve never done it before, so your tolerance was lower, so if you were a newbie, what you’re taking is about…” Her voice trailed off, and she gave a sheepish, apologetic smile. “About five times more than what you should be…?”

Five times! And all of that was from a single stick of…of…whatever that was? Amy looked at the joint in revulsion, her heartbeat spiking. She began to hyperventilate, now positively terrified. Foxy hurriedly started petting Amy and cuddling her, trying to offer comfort.

“Easy now, easy now,” Foxy said. “Deep breaths, you’ll be okay…”

“A-am I going to d-die?” Amy asked. Even through the fur, her skin was ice cold in sheer horror, something that did worry Foxy. It was the nerves though, she realized. Once the bulk of it kicked in…

“Weed doesn’t do that,” Foxy said. “At least for something so small. You just might get harder effects on youuuuu…”

Her voice seemed slower all of a sudden, time passing at a sluggish pace. Amy tensed up, clutching onto the couch desperately in fear, fighting with her own body. Her breath quickened, her heart beating quickly, as everything around her seemed to distort.

Then it started to kick in directly, and Amy felt a new sensation. Her breathing slowed, her heart ratcheting down progressively. Her grip slackened on the couch, before she let go entirely. She found herself flopping against the surface, her limbs feeling loose and flexible, like noodles. She felt…relaxed?

A drowsy smile crossed her face, her body having relieved itself of any and all tension. She giggled slightly, the inventor mouse not thinking nearly as much as she usually did. She was just content, really, the natural stress reliever doing its work in spades-perhaps more than it should, given her inexperience and size, but that was a problem for the future Amy, not the present Amy.

Foxy gently patted Amy on the shoulder, smiling. “There ya go, sug,” she encouraged. “Better now?”

“So colorful…” Amy crooned, easily amused. She was staring at her hands, slowly stretching them and balling them up, truly fascinated and distracted. It was quite the sensation, knowing one’s senses were dulled enough so as to make precise movement difficult, yet having little care about it otherwise. No stress. Not much of anything, really. Just living in the moment of serenity, next to an equally as cuddly rat girl.

This moment of peace was broken when Amy’s stomach let out a fierce growl, startling the two of them. Amy looked down at herself, sleepily patting her tummy in curiosity and, as it turned out, a ravenous hunger.

“Ah, right,” Foxy said, embarrassed. “This is what they call the ‘munchies’. Weed tends to make people hungry, not to mention my gluttony aura’s been on you all this time, and…”

Foxy’s own stomach made a growl, not nearly as loud as Amy’s, but still significant. She patted her own belly, chuckling. “Well, I guess we were due for a refill of snacks anyway,” she said. “You think Vanessa would mind if we raided the fridge? I do like to snack.”

“Food…” Amy said. The mouse, still not used to feeling so loose, almost toppled out of the couch in an attempt to stand upright. She got her bearings eventually, to an extent, enough to at least remain on two feet. Foxy got up herself with some effort, wrapping a hand around Amy’s back to keep her mouse-friend stable.

“Just lead the way,” Foxy encouraged.

Amy obliged deliriously, meandering out of the mouse hole and into the manor proper. It was a small hike, primarily to their size relative to the rest of the house. Fortunately, that was a witch’s manor, and with being within a witch’s manor came certain privileges-one of them being an ever-shifting layout. As though sensing their twin desire, the mouse and rat merely had to round one corner before arriving at the kitchen.

The fridge awaited the duo, practically sparkling in the meager light. It was massive compared to them, but that just meant there were even bigger treats inside. Just as fortunate, the fridge was modified to compensate her littlest guests, as Amy demonstrated. She walked to a foot-pedal at the fridge’s base, firmly yet slowly stepping on it. The fridge doors opened up gradually, as simultaneously a set of divots started expanding, tiny metal steps forming from the floor to the fridge’s first shelf. The witch had thought of everything.

Foxy inspected the contents first, walking up the stairs and peeking into the cooler. Her jaw dropped at the sight. Lo! Inside was a nigh-infinite buffet of nearly every dessert and junk food in the known multiverse, each one expertly crafted by unseen chefs. Cakes, burgers, pizza, ice cream of any flavor she could desire…It was incredible! A true glutton’s paradise, enough to make her question if Vanessa didn’t have connections to the Gluttony Ring herself…

Questions for later, she thought. For now, it was time to FEAST.

“Come on, sug, let’s get to it!” she encouraged, doubling back to drag Amy up the stairs. “Just pick a treat and go to work!”

Amy’s eyes, once half-lidded, immediately opened up at the sight of the smorgasbord. She dived at the treats with aplomb, happily starting her gorging session, wasting no time in scarfing down bits of cake.

It was something she couldn’t concentrate on; the hunger was far too intense for coherent thoughts, even if she wasn’t higher than a kite. Between the gluttonous rat she had befriended, and the weed, sher stomach was a literal black hole. She was positively famished, unable to stop. Her only urges were to eat, and eat, and EAT.

Foxy was somewhat more restrained, but still eating her own food with sheer ecstacy. Years of practice and exposure helped her keep her thoughts in check despite a constant starvation. One of the many perks of being a literal Gluttony demon.

The two gorged for well over an hour uninterrupted, putting up a fight with the infinite fridge’s capabilities; with time, even infinity might have been eaten. As it stood, Amy’s hunger did not subside, and most of the calories went right to her. She had positively swollen with food, her cheeks stuffed and caked with icing and pizza sauce. The rest of her body was almost as big as the shelf, a giant mass of flab and extra weight. Her limbs were starting to atrophy from the excess mass, not that she really noticed much in her haze.

Despite her own binge, Foxy looked about the same weight as she started with, albeit with a slightly larger pudge to her stomach. She licked her fingers greedily, before feeling her tummy rumble. She closed her eyes, bracing for what was to happen. Then, she belched, loud and long, uninterrupted for a solid fifteen seconds. She blushed at the sensation, partially turned on by the experience, as she patted herself.

“Oh, my compliments to the chef,” she said, with a giggle. “I haven’t eaten this well since this morning!”

Amy, even through her mania, could see Foxy’s shapely form. She was confused. “How’re you so…small?” she asked.

“Hmm?” Foxy asked in response. Then she nodded, understanding. “Ah, right, so forgetful of me today…”

She gestured to her hands, the black gloves clearly visible. Then she hoisted up her skirt, showing off an equally black set of panties that only just fit her waist. The lack of color may have hidden it well, but it was clear they were under a lot of pressure.

“Compression wear,” she said. “A necessity in my life of work. As long as I wear these, my weight is not a problem to me. If I took these off, my ass alone could envelop half the earth.”

“Oh really?”

The sudden voice caught Foxy off-guard. She turned around, seeing an amused Vanessa looking over the rat and mouse-blob. Foxy’s fright gave way to relief.

“Oh, Vanessa, it’s you,” Foxy said. “Sorry, we kinda helped ourselves here…”

Vanessa merely dismissed Foxy with a wave. “Think nothing of it,” she laughed. “That’s what a fridge is for, right? And I must say, I’ve never seen Amy cut loose like this.” She inspected the dazed Amy, poking her with curiosity. Her fingers sunk into the fur and flesh, up to her knuckles. “And so pliant, even! You really are a good influence on her, darling.”

Foxy blushed. “W-well, I wouldn’t say that…” she said.

“No, really,” Vanessa said. “She’s smiling, she’s comfortable, about the happiest she’s been in ages. I can’t thank you enough.” She poked Amy idly. “Ah, if only you could work your magic on my Agent, too…”

There was a sudden “nom” sound; Vanessa glanced down at her hand. Amy had gotten somewhat mobile, latching her mouth onto Vanessa’s exposed finger. She was trying to suck on it, hard. Her hunger hadn’t gone away at all. Rather, it was just getting started. She needed a bigger meal-and one was just so kind as to offer itself to her.

Vanessa attempted to tug away her finger, gentle at first, then firm. No avail; if anything, the force did nothing but encourage Amy’s appetite, and the witch’s hand wound up slipping into the mouse’s mouth outright. And she wasn’t close to finishing.

Foxy looked nervous, staring from her hungry friend, to the witch benefactor, and back again. “Vanessa, I am SO sorry about this-“

“Oh, this is great!” Vanessa laughed, surprising Foxy. “Look at this! She’s overpowering me. Me!”

Increasingly baffled, Foxy tilted her head. “You’re not mad?” she asked.

“Are you kidding?” Vanessa asked. She tried remaining upright, even as Amy continued slurping down her limb. “I get a fun experience, and Amy gets a good bit of mischief to cut loose. You’re truly a professional!”

Before Foxy could respond to Vanessa’s praise-with a flustered face to boot-the witch’s footing gave way. She slipped, her body landing against the shelf of the fridge, and her head landing into Amy’s mouth as well. The hunger intensified, and the witch was exponentially slipping further and faster, slurped up like a strand of spaghetti. The other arm, then her boobs, her waist, her legs…

And she was gone, yet another full-course meal down Amy’s gullet. The mouse was twice as big now, positively sloshing with weight, slowly digesting, but not nearly as fast as new food was coming in. The end result? Constant growth, enough to cause Foxy concern.

“Okay, even I know when to rein it in,” she said. She approached Amy cautiously; the big mouse slowly lowered her head to see Foxy better. “Listen to myself, a Gluttony demon telling someone to STOP eating…But you need to dial it down, alright?”

The words seemed to wash over Amy, in much the same way that wind would breeze through her hair. The haze was still over her, the munchies still in play…and she hadn’t had her dessert yet.

With some deft work, her tongue shot forward, wrapping itself around Foxy’s body, much to the rat’s surprise. The ravenous gaze in Amy’s eyes was strong, determined. She had her meal, and she wanted to savor it.

“A-Amy, come on…” Foxy protested, weakly pressing her hands against Amy’s muzzle. It was scarcely enough; Amy’s hunger was too powerful, and Foxy did her job too well. Not that the consequences bothered her much; this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time she was eaten. She merely gave a sigh as she felt her grip weakening, before Amy slurped her inside with ease.

With a gulp and a swallow, Foxy slid down Amy’s esophagus just as easily as Vanessa did. Amy gave a content smile, before feeling her stomach rumble. Gas, evidently. She let out a shockingly loud burp, enough to shake the entire kitchen at once. The manor itself, perhaps.

Once she was done letting out her belch, Amy gave a loud yawn, exhausted from her effort, her cravings finally sated. She started to allow her eyes to close, fatigue taking her. It would take some time to digest, after all.

…

She awoke on the couch with a jolt, panting heavily. What a dream! Trying recreational weed, eating like a glutton, even devouring her friends…She really had a rough sleep.

To her side was Foxy, who had also clearly been taken by sleep herself; her head was resting on Amy’s shoulder, tail curled around her body gently. It was rather cute, she felt-albeit Amy was also feeling incredibly embarrassed about the whole thing. Maybe she should nudge Foxy awake, just so she could get into a less awkward position if she wanted.

As she reached her arm over to tap Foxy, she noticed she was wearing something new. A black glove, sleek and glossy. A perfect match to Foxy’s own, even. She looked to her other hand; another glove. Her waist felt tighter, now that she thought about it. Panties, most likely. All of the attire that Foxy wore, now on her. The same compression clothing she dreamed about.

She flopped backwards in her seat, realization setting in. That, she knew, was no dream after all. She began panting again, her heart pounding, in shock of her actions while high. Amy was loud enough with her anxiety that Foxy slowly stirred from her rest, looking up at her friend.

“Mmmf, hey,” she said. “I thought we were over this, Amy…”

“I-I wound up eating you…” Amy stammered in horror. “And V-Vanessa, too…And…And I got so big…”

“I know, you’re a natural,” Foxy smiled, sleepily. “Good thing, too. Guess I rubbed off on you a little, huh?”

Foxy tussled Amy’s hair gently, brushing against a pair of nubs. Tiny horns? Like a demon’s own? Did eating a Gluttony demon make Amy partly a Gluttony demon herself, she wondered? It was a lot to take in.

Yet, as her breathing slowed, her stress slowly subsiding, she found she felt comfortable with that fact. With a friend like Foxy, she stepped past her self-imposed boundaries and tried something new, even if it went haywire. She took charge, somehow. She even managed to get one over Vanessa, who no doubt had already regenerated from her light mischief.

Amy glanced at the table. There was another joint of Foxy’s there, unlit, waiting for the next session to take place.

She slowly started to grin.

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