Volken Christmas 2

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“What a fucking whack job”, Teresa said as she entered her apartment, throwing her winter coat to the side and locking the door behind her.

The lights were quickly turned on and the wealthy fox walked past her hallway and into her living room. It was rather barren and devoid of color. The couches were white, the chairs were white, even the countertops were white. It definitely matched her bland and dismissive personality.

She put the cookie on the center island and then put on the her podcast regarding stocks. It was a show that did not get as much credit as it deserved, and this helped calm her down slightly. Everyone else was playing holiday music, but at least she could find some people that knew business was more important.

“Alright, let me just have another sip of coffee and then I’m going to go get my laptop and look up some of the stocks they mention.”

She took a sip of the coffee but for some reason found it to be very tasteless. It had not been that way before she got into the apartment, but no there was no flavor to it whatsoever. She rushed to the sink and spit out what was left in her mouth and dumped the rest of the beverage down the sink.

“Yuck! What the fuck is this shit? That was horrible.”

Teresa glanced back to the center island and saw the cookie again. She grew a bit nervous as she did not want to give it to someone and then get sued.

“This is probably trash too” she said as she lifted the small box up and opened it up.

The cookie sure looked edible. A quick sniff made it obvious that it also smelled edible, incredibly so.

“Hmm.”

Another sniff and Teresa had to admit that it smelled pretty heavenly. She found that her lips had moistened quite a bit, almost as if she was drooling at the thought of ingesting this sugary delight. She shook her head to shake the feeling off, but that did not have the desired effect.

“I shouldn’t, but it’s probably better if I get sick than the doorman. At least I can just sue that fucking reindeer afterwards.”

She hesitantly picked up the cookie and broke off a small bit. She gave it another sniff and then popped it into her mouth. Almost immediately, her head whipped back in pleasure as she felt a warmth rush through her body. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head with just how tasty the cookie was. Without even thinking, she threw the rest of the cookie into her mouth and devoured it.

Her body trembled slightly as the cookie was further ingested, that warmth returning but in a stronger force. It left her somewhat week at the knees and she had to clutch the stool to steady herself. She had never experienced something like this before, and definitely not from sweets.

“Wh-what was that? My, my god that was good!”

She picked up the box that had been holding the cookie and hopefully searched for any remnants of the cookies, but found none. She groaned in disappointment and angrily tossed the cookie into the garbage. Her legs had returned to her somewhat, but she was still a little woozy. She decided to go to the bathroom to get her bearings.

Teresa had barely just splashed water on her face and muzzle, when her nose picked up a sweet scent. She quickly dried her face off and returned to the kitchen. What she saw was something that she thought was pure insanity.

In the kitchen and all over the center island, were bags and boxes of cookies. And not just any cookies, they looked remarkably similar to the one she had just eaten. They each had the specks of what she thought was sugar on them and each chocolate chip looked slightly melted, just enough for them to melt in your mouth.

“This, this is impossible! No-no way this is real!”

She went to the counter and reached her hand into a bag and picked one up. Even though it was clearly in her hand, she still didn’t believe it. She gave it a whiff and the same lovely scents before flooded her brain. Her mouth began watering once more and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. They all looked and smelled so good.

“I, must, must be dreaming. This, this can’t be real!”

But, as she held the cookie in her hand longer, it’s warmness radiated through her hand and gave her another thought. The cookies were basically fresh out of the oven it seemed, which also made no sense as her oven was definitely not on. And there was no way someone just showed up in the five minutes since she had gone into the bathroom. This was too surreal.

“Don’t, don’t understand”, she muttered as she slowly backed away towards the stool. She bumped it slightly with her slim rear end but even this did not awaken her from the stupor she seemed to be in.

The cookie seemed to only get warmer the longer she held it, and Teresa realized that it was in her hand again. Without thinking, she gingerly brought the treat to her lips and took a bite.

The effect was immediate as her taste buds shattered in bliss as the cookie went down her gullet. She took another bite, then another, and finished what was left. Now, however, instead of disappointment of not having anymore, a quick glance to her right showed that there were in fact MANY more cookies.

“Ma-maybe I’ll just have one more, since this is all just a dream”, she stuttered as she dragged the stool to the island and plopped down before grabbing another cookie.

*

“Munch, munch, chew, mhmmmm! Dese are sooooo good!”

Teresa swallowed yet another cookie and reached into the bag nearest to her to pull out another handful. It seemed that no matter how many cookies she had eaten, more would always appear.

She had been going at this for over an hour already and the results were already starting to show. When she had entered her apartment, the 28 year old fox was 5-5 and about 120 pounds. The fox that reached into the bag was roughly 70 pounds heftier. The weight had gone all over but as she pushed her rear back, it was obvious that the pounds were starting to migrate south more than north.

Her face had softened up, her angular and fierce features fading with each ounce of flesh that was added. Her breasts had gotten fuller and her arms thicker as they flexed slightly with each movement towards her mouth. Her stomach too pushed itself out with flab as she kept consuming more and more calories.

Behind her, her hips spread wider and wider with each bite, the seat of the stool becoming a bit less visible with each cookie. Her butt cheeks began forcing their way out behind the back of the stool and down below the stool, her tail puffing up too as she grew. Her thighs had become fleshier and meatier and their sleekness vanished as the night progressed.

If Teresa was aware of these changes, she showed no signs of caring. She was too engrossed with how delicious each baked good was and simply had no time for concerns such as her clothes getting tighter or there being a seemingly endless supply of said cookies, not to mention how they got in her apartment in the first place. Her brain, as scientific as it tried to be, rationalized that this was all a dream and that when she woke up there would be no traces of cookies anywhere to be found.

So caught up in letting the idea of a dream placate her and force her to distance herself from reality, she in fact that did not become aware of cookies that were floating over her head, drawing closer and closer to her body with each passing second. No, the only thing that mattered was getting more and more into her mouth.

And maybe finding some milk.