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Wolf and Weight in Gold - Part 2 (Spice and Wolf)
By Dr-Black-Jack

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Warm water pooled around Holo's knees.

The inn's bath wasn't the finest or the largest but it was the first time in a long time that she hadn't had to bare all in a river or a stream. Granted she had more leg room and could even lay beneath a waterfall as a giant wolf in the wilderness, but not even the purest of mountain springs compared to the comfort of a heated bath which flowed between her fingertips.

And yet, she was not satisfied.

"You've a lovely, slender tail."

That was all Lawrence had said before leaving. For the last few days they had barely seen one another as he awoke early and left her to sleep off meals from the night before. It was a compliment she had heard on occasion, but the merchant had never put particular emphasis on the word 'slender'. Over time it left Holo uncertain as to whether or not it was genuine praise of the tail she was so proud of or the fact that he was implying that it was the only part of her which had yet to grow in size. If that were the case, it would have not in fact been a compliment at all but another jab at her appetite. It was the perfect response and completely unexpected from someone whom she had never known to be so quick witted. Perhaps the time they had spent teasing each other had finally started to rub off on him.

"Ugh...that idiot...now he's got me over-thinking..."

It normally took five full buckets of warm and cold water to heat the wooden tub just how she liked it, but it was much to Holo's surprise that it only took four before she had found herself completely submerged. The tub itself looked no larger than ones she had previously bathed in and she held herself as close as always, with her chin just able to rest atop her knees. There were no extra buckets or sponges in the bath with her either, which meant...

Holo burst from the bath as though she had attempted to physically separate herself from her quandary. The water level dipped back to around her knees as she stepped out to dry herself off. She had grown tired of this water puzzle and the steam had surely gotten to her head. On second thought, perhaps she did like streams and lakes better as they never posed such harsh critique.

"I am Holo the Wise Wolf and I have not put on weight!" she declared, boldly. "I've a good brain and a pleasing appearance which has not changed in countless years and know full well that this anomaly is not of my appetite's doing! The water in this city or the wood used to make these tubs must simply be different."

A less absorbent wood used to craft such tubs would clearly explain this change. Yes, that surely had to be it. Holo sighed heavily and clapped her palms across her cheeks a few times to refocus her thoughts. Had she a full-length mirror to inspect herself she might have noticed that they had grown a little rounder, along with a few other places.

Gone were any hints of her ribs which had now blended perfectly into the weight of her enlarged breasts and widened paunch. She simply could not help herself with seconds and thirds. There was a definite pooch which hung over as a pair of twin bulges, nearly a couple of inches in thickness that were now present whether she was laying, sitting or standing. The greatest changes however had all taken place below her waistline as her hips and ass had taken the brunt of her binges.

"A little water weight gained is not uncommon when one travels and perhaps I have been lounging around too often in the cart," Holo mused as she toweled herself dry. "A walk around the city before dinner will help bolster my appetite and solve this dilemma at the same time."

It was a pleasing compromise which filled her with renewed optimism. Her tail flickered happily back and forth as she slipped her shirt over her head pulled it over her engorged breasts and allowed for full view of her deepened cleavage.

The arms were a little more difficult to get into as she felt the once loose fabric cradle the bulge of her upper arms. Holo repressed a shudder. They had never been this tight before. Her tail's tempo began to slow.

Woven cloth sunk into the folds at her midriff which she had to tug to free. Holo's belly was a bottomless pit as far as she was concerned, able to devour a five course dinner in the blink of an eye and still have room for desert. She had eaten just the same over the last few days since setting foot in the inn and it already bulged over her crotch. Her tail barely lifted.

By this point, Holo stared with the distracted intensity of a well-fed huntress, on the prowl for prey merely to torment. In this case, the prey would be any further objections which her clothing had towards her body. Her tail finally came to a halt as she stepped into her skirt, slid it past her legs and promptly got the skirt caught around her thighs.

"Infernal thing! You fit me perfectly just before!"

Holo grit her teeth and tugged with all her might as she would not take no for an answer. Her fingers dug deep and held her breath, hoping against hope that it would somehow syphon away a finger's breadth of blubber away from her thicker legs. A terrible ripping noise pierced her ears as strings of fabric came apart in her hands.

It was like watching a chain reaction. As her skirt split along side her thighs, allowing creamy white fatness to burst through, Holo's shirt decided to follow suit. She leaned forward. The bulge of her gut saw the hem of her blouse roll up its surface and back out into the open. It was like watching a small, flesh colored island rise out of a sea of pink fabric to obscure her feet on the horizon. Her attempts to bend her arms at the elbow were met with only further tears as the sleeves gave way at her naked upper arms.

Holo swore softly under her breath and tore off what remained before slinking back into the bath to burry her head under the soapy water. She bubbled away her troubles beneath its surface.

"I had grown tired of those rags anyway..."
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Never before had Holo seen such a lively city. The festival of the Wise Wolf was set to last an entire month and the city marketplace bustled with activity. Colored streamers fluttered against an azure sky. Vendors stretched across the cobblestone pavements leading from the inn in all directions and the air was heavy with the scents and sights of merriment as far as they eye could see.

Everywhere she looked there were sales and bargains to be had. A parade wheeled a large wicker carvings of an enormous wolf whilst merchants threw fresh bread to the clamoring masses. Holo the Wise Wolf was the goddess of wheat after all, with all of nature's bounties attributed to her divine powers. It was an offering several hundred times grander than the harvest festivals of old.

Rather than revel in the godly offerings, the noise and merriment had instead brought out the economist in Holo as she wove through the street. Performers on stilts and the bards who strummed away on their lutes made for entertaining distractions but held no sway over her highly attuned ears. She could hear the cries of merchants hawking their wares.

"Why does all the cheap stuff have to be food..."

A wolf's ears are hundreds of times more sensitive than any humans. They ruffled nosily beneath her hood as she sought out deals and recognized scams through carefully worded sales pitches with greater ease in every new town she visited. It was a side effect of traveling with Lawrence for so long. She should have been relaxing and enjoying herself but found her mind raced with potential deals and calculations. It was like being an overly imaginative child looking up at the clouds, except all she could see were ways to get rich.

Holo pushed through the crowds dressed in a borrowed top from her larger traveling companion's collection as well as her traveling cloak and shawl. Like it or not, the weight refused to go unacknowledged and served as a reminder that they had officially become the only things that still fit.

She tried to focus on the ground so as not to be swayed by the prospect of making a saving on several cartons of apples for the low price of only one copper coin an apple if she bought within the next ten minutes. She was unable to prevent herself from doing so.

"Praise be to the wise wolf, young miss! Thank you very much for your purchase!"

"For a young lady like you? Why not take two! Enjoy the festival and praise be to the wise wolf!"

The coin purse she clutched at had grown progressively lighter with every new detour she made. The apples she carted around were certainly a deterrent from purchasing any larger items no matter how low the price, but they did little to stem the flow of vendors offering free samples of every new and tasty treat they had for sale. Honey pickled peaches, glazed ham shavings on white bread and all the ale she could drink were always close at hand, even so readily popped directly into her mouth before she had a chance to say otherwise. She found herself weaving from stall to stall in hopes of eventually stumbling upon her goal of new clothing and left a trail of crumbs and grease behind her.

"The latest fashions from the north! Come one, come all and see my beautiful wares!"

"Fumigated tops and bottoms at low, low prices! Guaranteed to be bug free for at least two more years!"

"Festival specials for today only! Get in quick before you miss out"

The deafening cries of competitive business had lead her to the right place and just in the nick of time too. She swallowed a bread roll that had been forced upon her and reluctantly left the eatery. The apple crate she was carrying had grown quite heavy and the wood was beginning to cut deeply into both her fingertips as well as her paunch. The shelf of her growing gut had assisted with carting things around and had only provided more support with every mouthful she took in, but it too had its limits. Holo made her way to the nearest stall and set the apples down on the table as she began to browse through the merchant's wares.

"Excuse me sir, but I would like to know how much this is."

The merchant, a thin man with a wiry mustache, hovered over to her side. He wasn't a big man, but Holo could tell he was a veteran salesman almost instantly. His eyes were aglow with the color of money and the pouch at his side jangled with a potpourri of freshly minted coins that permeated the air with every step.

"That one is one gold Lumione coin," the merchant grinned at her as he rubbed his hands together. "A bargain price if I do say so myself."

"It is expensive..." Holo mused as she put on the most dejected face she could muster. Her ears drooped beneath her hood.

"Oh I am sorry, but how could I possibly discount beyond these already low, low prices. Sale day items are fixed rates I'm afraid."

The wolf goddess leaned forward, her blubbery gut pressing deep against the wooden countertop. It creaked beneath her added weight as her belly competed with the apple box.

"Then how about something from your regular stock? I'm looking for something nice and in a woman's size."

The merchant raised an eyebrow. He looked either side of the wolf goddess suspiciously,

"What can you afford?"

Holo smiled.

"That all depends on the stock presented. You see, I am a traveling merchant myself who specializes in women's fashion. I will be traveling through here several times a year and would love to showcase some items from your lovely town."

"Really now?" the merchant mused as he twiddled his mustache in careful consideration. "Let me see what I can find..."

Holo's tail began to wag beneath her long robe. She had piqued his interest. Her plan, an old trick, had been put into motion.

Not allowing his smile to leave his face for a second, the merchant returned with a long blue dress, covered in sequences and frills. It was clear that he was aiming to impress.

"Here we are, a top and bottom set from the latest range. It's very popular up north, both stylish and able to wether the cold winter chills so you need not make a compromise."

"This is quite nice indeed, I can see that a lot of care and craftsmanship has been put into this."

Holo pressed the fabric to her face and felt its smoothness against her skin.

"I smell deer of the forest," she mused dreamily, trying hard not to let herself salivate at the thought of digging into a meaty stew. "It must be a truly fine piece to have been stitched together with such care."

"I should say it's one of our finest; I crafted it myself. Clothing fit for a noble and only at a modest price of 50 Trenny silver coins. Of course, this price is open to negotiation."

At this point, the rest of the trick Lawrence had taught her was to purchase several pieces of cheap clothing to resell later in order to establish a business rapport for a deal on the item she actually wanted. The wise wolf had other ideas.

"Any young woman would love to have this clothing caress her skin. Its so soft and most certainly worthy of the price you asked. However, I forgot to mention the exact market of young ladies which I would like to cater my stock towards would not necessarily be geared towards only nobles..."

Holo drew her cloak and shawl behind her to reveal her full figure.

"...but rather to women who wish to eat like nobles."

To say the wise wolf wore her weight well, was an understatement. It had taken a little bit of creativity with a pair of scissors but she had managed to craft a make-shift sash from her split skirt to help define her waist into a pair of shapely rolls. Nearly thirty inches of fabric were held together by pins and carefully spaced knots. After taking some time to carefully suck in as much as she could of her gut, the end result forced much of the weight and focus towards her breasts and hips which oozed out from over and under the tightly bound strips of fabric.

"You see, good sir, it's a growing trend in the south where I've travelled from for the most affluent of women to be able to support their appetite. What with new farming techniques and a rich abundance of food made available, even the more common folk have taken to the appeal of a more doughy femininity. Clearly its a blessing from the Wise Wolf of Yoitsu. Less money to spend on food means more to spend on other luxury items after all. Why I myself have only come from a simple home but already I can afford to eat enough good food whenever I like. Do you think it shows?"

Holo leaned in close enough for the man a taste of her deepened cleavage. Her free hand reached into the apple box, pulled out the roundest, reddest one she could find and shined it against her chest knowingly

"And just between you and me, if the rate at which girls down south continue to grow, it wont be long before word reaches across the nation. Keeping up with demand is hard and I fear that my poor outfit may become an unfortunate casualty of this new trend if I do not find something soon."

She admired her reflection on the apple's polished surface before taking a small bite. Juice soaked her lips.

"W-well...an untapped market is always welcome potential," the merchant sputtered in the face of such well endowed assets. "Perhaps I could find you something...more appetite friendly..."

Dealing with women was clearly not this man's strong point. He was very much like Lawrence now that she thought about it. Men who were familiar with the hardness of coin but not the softness of feminine whiles always brought a smile to her face. Whilst he hurriedly turned to hide his blushing face amongst the racks of wares, Holo struggled to maintain her sense of pride. It was unnerving having to put her curvy body on display but if she played the part just right she might have been able to make it out of there with enough of self-esteem intact to carry on with the day.

A mirror caught her gaze in the back corner of the shop. She ran the conversation again through in her mind as she looked herself up and down. For a moment Holo's rational mind even had herself convinced that perhaps being a little bigger wasn't so bad. The more animalistic part of her attempted to rationalize rewarding her revelation by utilizing any money saved to treat herself to a jug of beer and a slice of mince pie.

Her breasts had grown but remained perky and full in the tube shaped top whilst a distinct muffin top rolled over the knotted cord of her belt. Their weight was a welcome addition to her figure as she had certainly never had them anywhere this big before. Her arms were round and jiggled ever so slightly as she leaned against the stall in an attempt to appear as casual as possible whilst still holding back as much of her belly as she could.

"Here we are," the man rallied after a while, bringing with him what appeared to be a cream colored jumper. "What do you think?"

Holo inspected the piece of clothing. Simple and elegant were the first words that sprung to mind. It was woven fleece but stretchy at parts, particularly around the waist and along her upper arms and neck. It was soft to the touch and not in the least bit itchy. More importantly, it would certainly do well to hide her bulges long enough until she could manage to lose the extra weight. The wise wolf's tail flitted back and forth beneath her cloak.

"This is new material our tailor's guild have been experimenting with. By increasing the count of fibers we ended up creating a more durable but stretchy material with an aim to create one pattern that fit all sizes. It's also breathable in the summer whilst providing warmth in the winter. Unfortunately more of my more petite customers found themselves, shall we say, overwhelmed by the embrace of so much clothing on their slender frames. Since then, we've been stuck with these prototypes for the last few months, each one bigger than the last."

"Yes, this is certainly most impressive. How much for say, three pieces?"

The merchant eyed her figure again.

"Being such a hard piece to move. I could give them to you for ten Trenny silver coins each including a matching skirt."

Holo leaned in harder and forced her upper arms to squash her breasts together. The act deepened her cleavage even further until the shadows of its great canyon appeared to absorb the very twinkle of money straight from the merchant's eyes.

"No, make it nine," the merchant back-peddled. "To show my respect for a lovely woman of size; a blessing from the abundance of the wise wolf of Yoitsu in exchange for your information."

The smirk as he bowed did not go completely unnoticed by the wise wolf. Holo pressed the jumper against herself. There was a window cut in the front for her cleavage to show whilst the rest billowed around her. She smiled sweetly.

"And what if this lovely woman of size were to try this lovely clothing on for you right now, would you then make it seven?"

The merchant coughed. There was no other way that he was going to move these particular items any time soon and she was willing to take them all. Seven coins would barely be allowing him to break even. He sighed and relented to her beaming gaze, the roundness of her cheeks bringing out their rosy flare.

"Alright...you can have them for seven each."

"Please then, allow me a moment to borrow your stall to change in private."

There was a shuffling noise. From behind a fabric curtain of the shop, Holo soon emerged sporting the smallest of the available tops. It fit her like a glove that was already one size too small.

"Praise be to the Wise Wolf! You do look stunning!"

Holo struck an impressive figure. Her breasts jiggled, inches of cleavage visibly in motion from the sweater window. Its creamy color danced in the open light for all to see as her auburn tresses cascaded down the soft fabric. Having exchanged her hood for a stylish head-scarf, the merchant was finally treated to a clear view of her beautiful face and rounded double chin. From below the neck her wide stomach tested the stretchiness of her new outfit.

"This one's a bit tight," Holo thought to herself as she tugged at the edges of the sweater top. "Surely I am not so large already."

Try as she might to pull it over her belly, she could not completely hide the rolls which threatened even now to force their way through the knots of her hastily crafted under-shirt. Holo twirled inadvertently as she wrestled with the stubborn fabric whilst bystanders clapped and whispered amongst themselves, believing this to be a form of sensual yet comedic street performance.

The wise wolf's hips had once again become her folly. Both belly and thighs conspired against the meager efforts of a loose piece of cloth that would dare attempt to segregate their union. It was an almost inconceivable notion that flitted through her brain but it felt as though she had somehow gained even more weight over the course of her outing without her having realized.

"Stupid buttons! Why wont you fasten!"

Like a wolf chasing its tail, Holo's impromptu pirouette was a sight that drew more of a crowd. So much exposed female flesh was a rare sight and the wise wolf's outfit reflected her curves in spades. Flesh oozed from the tiny tears in the fabric which multiplied beneath the heated gazes of passers by whilst she wrestled with the uncooperative outfit. It felt as though she were being roasted, particularly around her crimson cheeks.

"So...*huff*...how do I look?" Holo panted as she decided to give up on the button and simply hold the two ends together in her hand.

"Praise be to the Wise Wolf!" shouted a nearby drunken man as he raised a mug of alcohol jovially. "This is my kind of show!"

"Oh no don't you Wise Wolf me!" snapped the man's wife in a huff as he dragged him down the road by his ears. "Show the girl some respect!"

Someone threw something at her. It bounced off her taught belly fat and bounced a few times before landing between the cracks of the cobbles. Holo gazed in wonder as a Trenny silver coin came to a stop by her foot. She was used to verbal praise but never a monetary offering before and certainly when she had done nothing she could think of to earn it. She attempted to curtsy politely in kind.

It was here that the sound of an ample rip punctured the empty silence which only a beautiful girl could generate. All eyes were on her, more particularly aimed towards the inches of thigh flesh which had sundered the length of her skirt's waistline. Her free hand retreated from any attempt to continue to pull her shirt down over her belly, allowing gracious inches of new fatness flow freely into the open as she desperately tried to keep the two halves of her skirt from flying apart.

Embarrassment was a weighty load which collapse Holo's knees beneath her. Never had she felt so large outside of her wolf form. She gathered up her tail beneath the tattered cloth to shield her secret from the eyes of onlookers. No one laughed but she had no idea that her face could have possibly gotten so red.

"You break it, you bought it," said the merchant flatly as he draped a cloth over her shame and lead her back behind the counter. "I'll go fetch you another size up for the skirt but I'm afraid we don't do refunds."

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Wolf and Weight in Gold - Part 2 (Spice and Wolf)
By Dr-Black-Jack

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Warm water pooled around Holo's knees.

The inn's bath wasn't the finest or the largest but it was the first time in a long time that she hadn't had to bare all in a river or a stream. Granted she had more leg room and could even lay beneath a waterfall as a giant wolf in the wilderness, but not even the purest of mountain springs compared to the comfort of a heated bath which flowed between her fingertips.

And yet, she was not satisfied.

"You've a lovely, slender tail."

That was all Lawrence had said before leaving. For the last few days they had barely seen one another as he awoke early and left her to sleep off meals from the night before. It was a compliment she had heard on occasion, but the merchant had never put particular emphasis on the word 'slender'. Over time it left Holo uncertain as to whether or not it was genuine praise of the tail she was so proud of or the fact that he was implying that it was the only part of her which had yet to grow in size. If that were the case, it would have not in fact been a compliment at all but another jab at her appetite. It was the perfect response and completely unexpected from someone whom she had never known to be so quick witted. Perhaps the time they had spent teasing each other had finally started to rub off on him.

"Ugh...that idiot...now he's got me over-thinking..."

It normally took five full buckets of warm and cold water to heat the wooden tub just how she liked it, but it was much to Holo's surprise that it only took four before she had found herself completely submerged. The tub itself looked no larger than ones she had previously bathed in and she held herself as close as always, with her chin just able to rest atop her knees. There were no extra buckets or sponges in the bath with her either, which meant...

Holo burst from the bath as though she had attempted to physically separate herself from her quandary. The water level dipped back to around her knees as she stepped out to dry herself off. She had grown tired of this water puzzle and the steam had surely gotten to her head. On second thought, perhaps she did like streams and lakes better as they never posed such harsh critique.

"I am Holo the Wise Wolf and I have not put on weight!" she declared, boldly. "I've a good brain and a pleasing appearance which has not changed in countless years and know full well that this anomaly is not of my appetite's doing! The water in this city or the wood used to make these tubs must simply be different."

A less absorbent wood used to craft such tubs would clearly explain this change. Yes, that surely had to be it. Holo sighed heavily and clapped her palms across her cheeks a few times to refocus her thoughts. Had she a full-length mirror to inspect herself she might have noticed that they had grown a little rounder, along with a few other places.

Gone were any hints of her ribs which had now blended perfectly into the weight of her enlarged breasts and widened paunch. She simply could not help herself with seconds and thirds. There was a definite pooch which hung over as a pair of twin bulges, nearly a couple of inches in thickness that were now present whether she was laying, sitting or standing. The greatest changes however had all taken place below her waistline as her hips and ass had taken the brunt of her binges.

"A little water weight gained is not uncommon when one travels and perhaps I have been lounging around too often in the cart," Holo mused as she toweled herself dry. "A walk around the city before dinner will help bolster my appetite and solve this dilemma at the same time."

It was a pleasing compromise which filled her with renewed optimism. Her tail flickered happily back and forth as she slipped her shirt over her head pulled it over her engorged breasts and allowed for full view of her deepened cleavage.

The arms were a little more difficult to get into as she felt the once loose fabric cradle the bulge of her upper arms. Holo repressed a shudder. They had never been this tight before. Her tail's tempo began to slow.

Woven cloth sunk into the folds at her midriff which she had to tug to free. Holo's belly was a bottomless pit as far as she was concerned, able to devour a five course dinner in the blink of an eye and still have room for desert. She had eaten just the same over the last few days since setting foot in the inn and it already bulged over her crotch. Her tail barely lifted.

By this point, Holo stared with the distracted intensity of a well-fed huntress, on the prowl for prey merely to torment. In this case, the prey would be any further objections which her clothing had towards her body. Her tail finally came to a halt as she stepped into her skirt, slid it past her legs and promptly got the skirt caught around her thighs.

"Infernal thing! You fit me perfectly just before!"

Holo grit her teeth and tugged with all her might as she would not take no for an answer. Her fingers dug deep and held her breath, hoping against hope that it would somehow syphon away a finger's breadth of blubber away from her thicker legs. A terrible ripping noise pierced her ears as strings of fabric came apart in her hands.

It was like watching a chain reaction. As her skirt split along side her thighs, allowing creamy white fatness to burst through, Holo's shirt decided to follow suit. She leaned forward. The bulge of her gut saw the hem of her blouse roll up its surface and back out into the open. It was like watching a small, flesh colored island rise out of a sea of pink fabric to obscure her feet on the horizon. Her attempts to bend her arms at the elbow were met with only further tears as the sleeves gave way at her naked upper arms.

Holo swore softly under her breath and tore off what remained before slinking back into the bath to burry her head under the soapy water. She bubbled away her troubles beneath its surface.

"I had grown tired of those rags anyway..."
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Never before had Holo seen such a lively city. The festival of the Wise Wolf was set to last an entire month and the city marketplace bustled with activity. Colored streamers fluttered against an azure sky. Vendors stretched across the cobblestone pavements leading from the inn in all directions and the air was heavy with the scents and sights of merriment as far as they eye could see.

Everywhere she looked there were sales and bargains to be had. A parade wheeled a large wicker carvings of an enormous wolf whilst merchants threw fresh bread to the clamoring masses. Holo the Wise Wolf was the goddess of wheat after all, with all of nature's bounties attributed to her divine powers. It was an offering several hundred times grander than the harvest festivals of old.

Rather than revel in the godly offerings, the noise and merriment had instead brought out the economist in Holo as she wove through the street. Performers on stilts and the bards who strummed away on their lutes made for entertaining distractions but held no sway over her highly attuned ears. She could hear the cries of merchants hawking their wares.

"Why does all the cheap stuff have to be food..."

A wolf's ears are hundreds of times more sensitive than any humans. They ruffled nosily beneath her hood as she sought out deals and recognized scams through carefully worded sales pitches with greater ease in every new town she visited. It was a side effect of traveling with Lawrence for so long. She should have been relaxing and enjoying herself but found her mind raced with potential deals and calculations. It was like being an overly imaginative child looking up at the clouds, except all she could see were ways to get rich.

Holo pushed through the crowds dressed in a borrowed top from her larger traveling companion's collection as well as her traveling cloak and shawl. Like it or not, the weight refused to go unacknowledged and served as a reminder that they had officially become the only things that still fit.

She tried to focus on the ground so as not to be swayed by the prospect of making a saving on several cartons of apples for the low price of only one copper coin an apple if she bought within the next ten minutes. She was unable to prevent herself from doing so.

"Praise be to the wise wolf, young miss! Thank you very much for your purchase!"

"For a young lady like you? Why not take two! Enjoy the festival and praise be to the wise wolf!"

The coin purse she clutched at had grown progressively lighter with every new detour she made. The apples she carted around were certainly a deterrent from purchasing any larger items no matter how low the price, but they did little to stem the flow of vendors offering free samples of every new and tasty treat they had for sale. Honey pickled peaches, glazed ham shavings on white bread and all the ale she could drink were always close at hand, even so readily popped directly into her mouth before she had a chance to say otherwise. She found herself weaving from stall to stall in hopes of eventually stumbling upon her goal of new clothing and left a trail of crumbs and grease behind her.

"The latest fashions from the north! Come one, come all and see my beautiful wares!"

"Fumigated tops and bottoms at low, low prices! Guaranteed to be bug free for at least two more years!"

"Festival specials for today only! Get in quick before you miss out"

The deafening cries of competitive business had lead her to the right place and just in the nick of time too. She swallowed a bread roll that had been forced upon her and reluctantly left the eatery. The apple crate she was carrying had grown quite heavy and the wood was beginning to cut deeply into both her fingertips as well as her paunch. The shelf of her growing gut had assisted with carting things around and had only provided more support with every mouthful she took in, but it too had its limits. Holo made her way to the nearest stall and set the apples down on the table as she began to browse through the merchant's wares.

"Excuse me sir, but I would like to know how much this is."

The merchant, a thin man with a wiry mustache, hovered over to her side. He wasn't a big man, but Holo could tell he was a veteran salesman almost instantly. His eyes were aglow with the color of money and the pouch at his side jangled with a potpourri of freshly minted coins that permeated the air with every step.

"That one is one gold Lumione coin," the merchant grinned at her as he rubbed his hands together. "A bargain price if I do say so myself."

"It is expensive..." Holo mused as she put on the most dejected face she could muster. Her ears drooped beneath her hood.

"Oh I am sorry, but how could I possibly discount beyond these already low, low prices. Sale day items are fixed rates I'm afraid."

The wolf goddess leaned forward, her blubbery gut pressing deep against the wooden countertop. It creaked beneath her added weight as her belly competed with the apple box.

"Then how about something from your regular stock? I'm looking for something nice and in a woman's size."

The merchant raised an eyebrow. He looked either side of the wolf goddess suspiciously,

"What can you afford?"

Holo smiled.

"That all depends on the stock presented. You see, I am a traveling merchant myself who specializes in women's fashion. I will be traveling through here several times a year and would love to showcase some items from your lovely town."

"Really now?" the merchant mused as he twiddled his mustache in careful consideration. "Let me see what I can find..."

Holo's tail began to wag beneath her long robe. She had piqued his interest. Her plan, an old trick, had been put into motion.

Not allowing his smile to leave his face for a second, the merchant returned with a long blue dress, covered in sequences and frills. It was clear that he was aiming to impress.

"Here we are, a top and bottom set from the latest range. It's very popular up north, both stylish and able to wether the cold winter chills so you need not make a compromise."

"This is quite nice indeed, I can see that a lot of care and craftsmanship has been put into this."

Holo pressed the fabric to her face and felt its smoothness against her skin.

"I smell deer of the forest," she mused dreamily, trying hard not to let herself salivate at the thought of digging into a meaty stew. "It must be a truly fine piece to have been stitched together with such care."

"I should say it's one of our finest; I crafted it myself. Clothing fit for a noble and only at a modest price of 50 Trenny silver coins. Of course, this price is open to negotiation."

At this point, the rest of the trick Lawrence had taught her was to purchase several pieces of cheap clothing to resell later in order to establish a business rapport for a deal on the item she actually wanted. The wise wolf had other ideas.

"Any young woman would love to have this clothing caress her skin. Its so soft and most certainly worthy of the price you asked. However, I forgot to mention the exact market of young ladies which I would like to cater my stock towards would not necessarily be geared towards only nobles..."

Holo drew her cloak and shawl behind her to reveal her full figure.

"...but rather to women who wish to eat like nobles."

To say the wise wolf wore her weight well, was an understatement. It had taken a little bit of creativity with a pair of scissors but she had managed to craft a make-shift sash from her split skirt to help define her waist into a pair of shapely rolls. Nearly thirty inches of fabric were held together by pins and carefully spaced knots. After taking some time to carefully suck in as much as she could of her gut, the end result forced much of the weight and focus towards her breasts and hips which oozed out from over and under the tightly bound strips of fabric.

"You see, good sir, it's a growing trend in the south where I've travelled from for the most affluent of women to be able to support their appetite. What with new farming techniques and a rich abundance of food made available, even the more common folk have taken to the appeal of a more doughy femininity. Clearly its a blessing from the Wise Wolf of Yoitsu. Less money to spend on food means more to spend on other luxury items after all. Why I myself have only come from a simple home but already I can afford to eat enough good food whenever I like. Do you think it shows?"

Holo leaned in close enough for the man a taste of her deepened cleavage. Her free hand reached into the apple box, pulled out the roundest, reddest one she could find and shined it against her chest knowingly

"And just between you and me, if the rate at which girls down south continue to grow, it wont be long before word reaches across the nation. Keeping up with demand is hard and I fear that my poor outfit may become an unfortunate casualty of this new trend if I do not find something soon."

She admired her reflection on the apple's polished surface before taking a small bite. Juice soaked her lips.

"W-well...an untapped market is always welcome potential," the merchant sputtered in the face of such well endowed assets. "Perhaps I could find you something...more appetite friendly..."

Dealing with women was clearly not this man's strong point. He was very much like Lawrence now that she thought about it. Men who were familiar with the hardness of coin but not the softness of feminine whiles always brought a smile to her face. Whilst he hurriedly turned to hide his blushing face amongst the racks of wares, Holo struggled to maintain her sense of pride. It was unnerving having to put her curvy body on display but if she played the part just right she might have been able to make it out of there with enough of self-esteem intact to carry on with the day.

A mirror caught her gaze in the back corner of the shop. She ran the conversation again through in her mind as she looked herself up and down. For a moment Holo's rational mind even had herself convinced that perhaps being a little bigger wasn't so bad. The more animalistic part of her attempted to rationalize rewarding her revelation by utilizing any money saved to treat herself to a jug of beer and a slice of mince pie.

Her breasts had grown but remained perky and full in the tube shaped top whilst a distinct muffin top rolled over the knotted cord of her belt. Their weight was a welcome addition to her figure as she had certainly never had them anywhere this big before. Her arms were round and jiggled ever so slightly as she leaned against the stall in an attempt to appear as casual as possible whilst still holding back as much of her belly as she could.

"Here we are," the man rallied after a while, bringing with him what appeared to be a cream colored jumper. "What do you think?"

Holo inspected the piece of clothing. Simple and elegant were the first words that sprung to mind. It was woven fleece but stretchy at parts, particularly around the waist and along her upper arms and neck. It was soft to the touch and not in the least bit itchy. More importantly, it would certainly do well to hide her bulges long enough until she could manage to lose the extra weight. The wise wolf's tail flitted back and forth beneath her cloak.

"This is new material our tailor's guild have been experimenting with. By increasing the count of fibers we ended up creating a more durable but stretchy material with an aim to create one pattern that fit all sizes. It's also breathable in the summer whilst providing warmth in the winter. Unfortunately more of my more petite customers found themselves, shall we say, overwhelmed by the embrace of so much clothing on their slender frames. Since then, we've been stuck with these prototypes for the last few months, each one bigger than the last."

"Yes, this is certainly most impressive. How much for say, three pieces?"

The merchant eyed her figure again.

"Being such a hard piece to move. I could give them to you for ten Trenny silver coins each including a matching skirt."

Holo leaned in harder and forced her upper arms to squash her breasts together. The act deepened her cleavage even further until the shadows of its great canyon appeared to absorb the very twinkle of money straight from the merchant's eyes.

"No, make it nine," the merchant back-peddled. "To show my respect for a lovely woman of size; a blessing from the abundance of the wise wolf of Yoitsu in exchange for your information."

The smirk as he bowed did not go completely unnoticed by the wise wolf. Holo pressed the jumper against herself. There was a window cut in the front for her cleavage to show whilst the rest billowed around her. She smiled sweetly.

"And what if this lovely woman of size were to try this lovely clothing on for you right now, would you then make it seven?"

The merchant coughed. There was no other way that he was going to move these particular items any time soon and she was willing to take them all. Seven coins would barely be allowing him to break even. He sighed and relented to her beaming gaze, the roundness of her cheeks bringing out their rosy flare.

"Alright...you can have them for seven each."

"Please then, allow me a moment to borrow your stall to change in private."

There was a shuffling noise. From behind a fabric curtain of the shop, Holo soon emerged sporting the smallest of the available tops. It fit her like a glove that was already one size too small.

"Praise be to the Wise Wolf! You do look stunning!"

Holo struck an impressive figure. Her breasts jiggled, inches of cleavage visibly in motion from the sweater window. Its creamy color danced in the open light for all to see as her auburn tresses cascaded down the soft fabric. Having exchanged her hood for a stylish head-scarf, the merchant was finally treated to a clear view of her beautiful face and rounded double chin. From below the neck her wide stomach tested the stretchiness of her new outfit.

"This one's a bit tight," Holo thought to herself as she tugged at the edges of the sweater top. "Surely I am not so large already."

Try as she might to pull it over her belly, she could not completely hide the rolls which threatened even now to force their way through the knots of her hastily crafted under-shirt. Holo twirled inadvertently as she wrestled with the stubborn fabric whilst bystanders clapped and whispered amongst themselves, believing this to be a form of sensual yet comedic street performance.

The wise wolf's hips had once again become her folly. Both belly and thighs conspired against the meager efforts of a loose piece of cloth that would dare attempt to segregate their union. It was an almost inconceivable notion that flitted through her brain but it felt as though she had somehow gained even more weight over the course of her outing without her having realized.

"Stupid buttons! Why wont you fasten!"

Like a wolf chasing its tail, Holo's impromptu pirouette was a sight that drew more of a crowd. So much exposed female flesh was a rare sight and the wise wolf's outfit reflected her curves in spades. Flesh oozed from the tiny tears in the fabric which multiplied beneath the heated gazes of passers by whilst she wrestled with the uncooperative outfit. It felt as though she were being roasted, particularly around her crimson cheeks.

"So...*huff*...how do I look?" Holo panted as she decided to give up on the button and simply hold the two ends together in her hand.

"Praise be to the Wise Wolf!" shouted a nearby drunken man as he raised a mug of alcohol jovially. "This is my kind of show!"

"Oh no don't you Wise Wolf me!" snapped the man's wife in a huff as he dragged him down the road by his ears. "Show the girl some respect!"

Someone threw something at her. It bounced off her taught belly fat and bounced a few times before landing between the cracks of the cobbles. Holo gazed in wonder as a Trenny silver coin came to a stop by her foot. She was used to verbal praise but never a monetary offering before and certainly when she had done nothing she could think of to earn it. She attempted to curtsy politely in kind.

It was here that the sound of an ample rip punctured the empty silence which only a beautiful girl could generate. All eyes were on her, more particularly aimed towards the inches of thigh flesh which had sundered the length of her skirt's waistline. Her free hand retreated from any attempt to continue to pull her shirt down over her belly, allowing gracious inches of new fatness flow freely into the open as she desperately tried to keep the two halves of her skirt from flying apart.

Embarrassment was a weighty load which collapse Holo's knees beneath her. Never had she felt so large outside of her wolf form. She gathered up her tail beneath the tattered cloth to shield her secret from the eyes of onlookers. No one laughed but she had no idea that her face could have possibly gotten so red.

"You break it, you bought it," said the merchant flatly as he draped a cloth over her shame and lead her back behind the counter. "I'll go fetch you another size up for the skirt but I'm afraid we don't do refunds."

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