chapter 4: perfectly plumped pet...

Freija's first month with Claire proceeded in much the same manner as her first days; early stuffings followed by a short resting period of gentle love and digestion aided by her mistress' skilled hands. Afternoons were for public things - going out to do some shopping here and there, the occasional trip to the office and so on. Evenings were for more carnal feedings. Were Freija would be stuffed until she couldn't move and her body ached, and then brought back down. And there were always midnight sessions, often with huge amounts of gooey, sticky dessert and that milkshake that Claire loved to feed her.

As part of her 'training' Freija got to see what exactly went into it. Thick, fatty cream, heavy cookie dough, special powdered mixes that added extra fat and calories...

Now it was the end of the first month, and Freija gazed at herself in the mirror, smiling slightly. Her belly had inched out over the month, since her adoption she had gained at least ten inches around her waist. Her thighs always touched now, and squished adorably when she sat. Her rump was growing right along with her belly, not one to be outdone. Freija's arms and legs jiggled with soft pudge and her breasts had grown as well.
Her clothing was tight all over now, but stretched easily to fit and support her new shape. As Freija mused, blushing as she rubbed her plump belly, Claire strode in with a confident smile, a scale in one hand and a set folder in the other. "Good morning my plumped pet." She said and Freija giggled at the affectation.
The more she ate, the more affection she got, and she had grown accustomed to eating huge amounts so that her mistress would reward her. "Are you ready? An entire month has led up to this. I'm so excited to see how fat you've gotten" Claire said excitedly as she smiled and set the scale at Freija's feet, in front of the mirror.
"When I first found you; you were one-hundred-and-thirty-three pounds." Claire began and gestured. The wolf-girl stepped onto the scale and pulled back her belly so she could see the numbers ticking up "what does it say, my pet?" She asked and her smile widened.

"One-hundred-and-seventy-one& quot; Freija replied and blushed. After that, Claire took some notes, made Freija squeeze into her blue and gold dress, and took some pictures with her phone.

"A gain of thirty-eight pounds in a month is cause for celebration, don't you think?" Claire asked.

Freija nodded and giggled. Numerous times her mistress had said she wanted Freija to get above three-hundred before the end of the year. Autumn was only a month away now, and the wolf-girl knew she would start getting fatter then - when her body would start stockpiling for the winter as an evolutionary hold-over. Last winter she had managed to gain fifty pounds in a month. With the help of her mistress, she could see herself going above sixty, maybe even seventy in a single month.
The slender wolf-girl that had come to this place had now been replaced with a plump pup, eager to grow fatter for her mistress. The softer Freija got, she found, the more she enjoyed it.
Even Claire had plumped up a bit more. Her once slender waist now had a slight potbelly, and her thighs had grown thicker. Obviously helped by her snacking on fatty treats meant for the growing wolf-girl. Both moved to the table in the penthouse dining room, and Claire giggled as she fed her pet, shoving sweet treats into her mouth and washing it all down with her gain-shake. Claire even drank a bit of the shake herself, not wanting her pet to have all the fun.
Once Freija's belly was nice and tight - stuffed to it's limit, the two (slowly, due to their newly shifted centre of balance) absconded to Freija's room, where they spent the few hours before dinner locked in carnal passion.

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The next morning, Freija's eyes slowly fluttered open as she sat up in bed, before getting dressed and going out to the penthouse. Claire was nowhere to be seen, and so Freija was left to her own devices.
Usually when this happened, the wolf-girl would slowly feed herself, getting in a few hundred extra calories for the day.
But today, something drove her to curiosity. Her mistress' office door hung slightly ajar on the hinges. Peering inside, Freija found a very well-organized room. A large desk and custom chair dominated the far wall, under which sat a huge, humming computer that looked like something out of a sci-fi flick.
On the desk, past the monitor and various knick-nacks was a box of files and a smaller box marked with the Rayleonard Institute logo. Curious, Freija approached and began looking through the files. It was mostly basic - boring - stuff, but something caught her eye, and the wolf-girl pulled the file.
Inside were various formulas and scientific notes of a medical nature. Apparently for a special hormone pill. Under various test data were lists of effects and side effects, under which four things were highlighted and noted.
Increased appetite, increased fat storage, heightened effeciency of fat allocation, and lowered inhibitions. According to the data, four out of five women who tested the drug had marked an increase in weight of a hundred pounds over a three month testing period.

As Freija read through the attached notes written by Claire, she noticed a personal interest, along with several justifications and excuses, but other notes, most likely written at home, expressed an interest in perfecting the formula so that she could make Freija gain faster.
Also inside the box was a small container of tiny pills, marked '40-70 Count unsure'. At this point, Freija's desire to please her mistress overpowered her inhibitions, and she opened the container to take a handful of pills.

Closing the container, putting everything back the way it was, and dashing back to her room, Freija giggled as she took one of the pills and hid the rest carefully, before beginning to stuff herself with the desserts in her fridge.
Claire returned an hour later, with several large bags. "Cutie! I brought you a treat!" She shouted as the door closed with a loud thud behind her. Freija looked up from her meal and shoved it back into her fridge, grunting adorably as she got up, and slowly made her way to the dining room.
"Such a perfect pup, fattening yourself up while I was out." She said and giggled as she wiped the flecks of cream and crumbs from the corners of her pet's mouth. With a slight bounce to her step, the beautiful mistress opened one of the bags and pulled out a large box of cream-filled cinnamon buns - Freija's favourite.

"Finish this and there's another box for you" Claire said teasingly and giggled as Freija took on a begging pose "but first, I want to give you something..." she added and held out a familiar looking pill.
Freija played dumb as her mistress explained the pill, what it did, and what she could expect. When she was told it would help her get fatter, more quickly, the wolf-girl smiled happily and let herself be fed.
Dinner consisted of three pitchers of shake, and three dozen cream-filled cinnamon buns, as well as the other things Freija still needed to finish in her own fridge. Claire had eaten a dozen for herself, and drank an entire pitcher of the shake as well.

As Freija lay awake in bed, with her mistress stroking her soft ears and large belly, she sighed and giggled "may I be forward, mistress?" Freija asked and met the woman's gentle gaze.
Claire smiled and nodded, and the wolf-girl blushed "I couldn't help but notice that you've plumped up a bit yourself" she added.

Claire laughed and kneeled over Freija, her own softened belly now in full view "ah, you noticed." She said and leaned over her pet, their bellies rubbing together gently. It was a new, and incredibly arousing sensation to Freija and she blushed.
"I wanted to be able to fatten myself up a bit so we could enjoy this feeling" she added and giggled as she squeezed herself, applying pressure to Freija's full stomach "I set a goal for myself; forty pounds for myself, to every hundred that you gain." She added and rubbed her own belly "I rather enjoy it myself, though. Maybe once I get you to six hundred, I'll let myself catch up. She added.

Freija shuddered at the thought of both of them being so fat. She resolved to make it happen and giggled "you should try some of the pills too, then" she replied.

And like that it was settled. Claire took one for herself, and whipped up six more pitchers of the gain shake, returning to Freija's room and feeding her pet while drinking her own. Two to Freija's four.

Thinking about it made both of them giddy and aroused, which they took full advantage of before falling asleep for the night.