Tanuki's Scrawlings

Art by Formerly JayKuma, now who even fucking knows.

Niah quietly sat her drink down on her desk before opening it with one hand on the pull tab. Today it was a canned drink, something packed full of caffeine and other unhealthy things that Nora introduced to her. A drink she typically reserves for long days where she knew there was little sleep to be had in the coming hours. It wasn’t something she was used to, but certainly not something she couldn’t handle either. The ‘Energy’ drink was just something she drank when she felt she needed to.

Her phone sounded out, a pair of chimes signaling Nora sent her usual message and gif-sticker combos through a messaging app. The wolf had a bit of a special privilege of being set to allow her messages to use the otherwise-muted ringtone that felt least obnoxious to the two of them.

“BWOPBOOO!” Gisela chirped out, before perfectly imitating the noise with her mouth.

“Yes yes… I got a message. I get it dear.” Niah sighs, stepping over to the harpy to give her soft rubs on the head.

She tugged her phone out from her pocket, before tapping away at it to reach the messages.

‘Hey, big butt! You game for that MMO I told you about?’ An excited Shiba cartoon was attached to the message.

The fox let out a soft sigh. ‘Yes Nora, Dungeon Fantasy 14, was it?’

‘Yeah yeah yeaaaah! I can’t believe I talked you into doing this!’ What looked like a Shiba running in circles chasing its own tail was present this time. ‘It’s the new big thing most of my viewers love watching me do. And you might find something in it you like too! Isn’t one of your ancestors from this sort of world or something too? That massive painting in your office convinced me you might like it. Especially since you stare at it for so long.’

“Bwopbooo!” Gisela chirped out once more.

“G-Gisela dear!” Niah huffed, a look of loving annoyance on her face. She was at a bit of a loss for words at that message. She really didn’t like lying to her friends about things like this, but she had to. If anyone ever found out she wasn’t human, the world would go into a controlled chaos. She knows her friends wouldn’t care. But it would be the rest of the world that would have something to say.

‘Yeah, I guess you’re right.’ Niah replied.

All Nora sent in reply was a GIF of a Shiba looking curious.

‘So, how do I start this up?’ She looks up from her phone, and eyes the boxy headset that sat on her desk. It was something she was asked to pick up the day she bought her PC. Nora would go on for hours about how ‘It would only enhance the experience more. And with you being so rich, you could probably just buy a super big PC and enjoy it way more than I do!’

‘Here, let me send a video. You’re really a grandma sometimes, I swear.’ This one had what looked like a man from the Yakuza looking menacing. It never meant any harm, at least to Niah.

After a while, the phone goes off once more, Niah holding the headset in her hands at an awkward angle. “Ok Doogle!” Both the phone and Gisela make the exact same sound. “J-jeez… You’re worse than Sarael…" She groans, and in turn shouting out, "Open the link and cast it to my monitor.”

The phone acknowledges it with a reverberating chime, Gisela imitating it in turn, before shouting “MAIN SCREEN TURN ON!” while flapping excitedly.

Nothing more happened than what was asked. The fox still had to go over to her computer and play the video. After a short while, the fox had the headset on.

“Okkaaayyyyy… This is weird.” She looked a bit stunned, arms inches from the headset and headphone cups on her ears. She could see her computer’s desktop and nothing else. She felt around for her mouse haphazardly before firmly grasping it. “Okay. There’s that. Just gotta...” She starts the game up only to start a new struggle of getting set up. She fumbled about blindly for the keyboard, hands patting and pounding unintentionally around her desk to feel where the keyboard is. The noise only made Gisela stomp her feet about in response, the harpy thinking it was a game Niah was playing with her.

“Gisela. Love. Guide me.” She grumbles, not wanting to take the headset off yet. As the fox felt around, the harpy leaned over and gave a ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ response the closer or further she got away from the keyboard. “Thank you, dear.” She reaches out to pat her head, but only got a hand full of breast.

Gisela could only let out a content chirr, pushing her chest into Niah’s hand. “Gropey.” She wiggles her hips side to side, before pushing her wings to Niah’s wrist in an attempt at prolonging the moment the best she can.

Niah bit her lip, fingers sinking into the bare breast-flesh. “Now now, Gisela. I need to play my game. We can play later.” She struggles to pull her hand away, a mix of Gisela’s own wing-hold, and her own growing desires. Though with a little force her hand came free.

Next came the task the fox was more familiar with. She had to sign up for the game itself, and enter in all of the needed details. This wasn’t her first time doing this either, quickly typing in the address, card information, and anything else needed. She then enters her username to the login screen, using the one she used on everything she owns that requires it.

“Silver… Fox… There we go.” She nods confidently, even if she forgot she was wearing the headset. Her posture shifts a bit, her mind expecting the screen to move when it didn’t. She presses enter, and then enters her password. “Oh right.” She hums, knowing she forgot something. Once the launcher processes her information, her vision was flooded with black. She tensed up, only to be graced with a soft glow, and then a steady tutorial of how to move and interact with the character creator.

She spent what she felt like was an hour on her character creation, grumbling about how there are not enough options and that she can’t be as big as she is now, taking a second to grope her midsection outside of the game. “They better add this later. Science Future Star 2 let me be fat.”

She spends a bit more time on the hair color, working off centuries of memory on her own hair tone while struggling with the options to get it just right. “Just a little more shine… And...” She holds her breath, sounding like she was performing some kind of surgery. “Done!” She exclaims, nodding confidently at her work. Once she confirmed, her vision was flooded once more with black.

As soon as her vision returned to the game, she yelps and steps back, jolting in her seat in reality. “Wah! N-Nora?”

“Woooow. You took a while there, only to end up just remaking yourself? That’s awfully self-indulgent.” A tall and portly elven woman laughs with Nora’s voice. The avatar itself looked vaguely like her, the only differences being height and build. This virtual Nora was built differently, looking more ready for whatever was thrown at her.

“Look, I just wanted to feel immersed, like you said I would be!” The fox’s accent was getting a bit strong, her frustration clouding her mind a bit. “Besides, look at you!” She motions to Nora, then herself. “At least I tried to be accurate! The bust slider wasn’t enough, but we can just tell the people who made this!” She was making enough of a commotion to draw the attention of passerby's, most of them laughing at what was a common sight more than Niah knew.

“Pardon me, but here I’m not Nora, I’m Cadence Oliviere!” The elf poses proudly, fist striking her own chest firmly. “Master of the thau---”

“Cadence…? Really?” Niah looked confused. It was kind of clear the line of reality was still present to the fox, but it was getting a bit blurrier as time went on. She looked less stiff, carrying the same noble posture she usually had.

“Yes. It’s called Role-Playing. Besides, you named yourself after yourself. Not really much Role-Playing going on there.” Nora teases, pulling up an in-game window. “What if you pissed someone off? Made them want to find you?”

“I’d just eat them!”

“Um… To quote your country’s own language… You wot?” Nora looked confused, and a bit concerned.

“M-metaphorically!” Niah yelped, covering her mouth.

After a while, the fox seemed to slip more into this world she was introduced to, more idle banter between Nora and herself making her forget she was even wearing the headset. There was a small tour given to the fox as well, moving the two from the city they were in, to what Niah assumed was a residential district. The city’s theme was an overall coastal Europe look built atop a massive fortress that seemed to wear a wreath of tidy bavarian homes lining it’s lower half. The top of the city looked warm, fires held in each brazier that sat close to the roads and homes, while the lower half looked less frequented, even if they were homes.

“So tell me. What do you think?” Nora asked, a big grin on her face.

“Goodness… Reminds me of my younger days.” Niah hummed as she looked about.

“Oh, they have these sort of houses back in English Land?”

“Countless. Proper scale too.”

“Jeez… Already into roleplaying?” The elf’s expression grew confused.

“Oh. OH! Nono I just uh… Lived in a historically preserved countryside! I’m sure they got the reference there!” Niah waved a bit dismissively, trying to cover up her mistake.

“Must have been cool. Were there wenches like the ones you see here?” Nora sounded interested suddenly, loving the idea of being told things were accurate.

“Of course! Big ones! Back then, fat was more appreciated! Shame it’s not something they recreated here.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. I got a gift for you. Open your trade menu.” Nora giggled, a smug look on her face.

“Tra---OH!”

“Yes, grandma. You’re in a game.”

“Right uh--”

“Buttons.”

“Yes.”

“Controller in the left hand. Come on, now.”

Niah fumbled with the controllers for a moment, hands contorting in-game in unnatural ways when she dropped them for a second. After a while, the fox managed to recompose herself and open the trade menu. It was quickly populated with a few items, each displaying an area of the body and arrows going outward from the shape.

“Is… Is this some sort of joke?” Niah grumbled without hesitation, sounding insulted.

“Just use them.” Nora urged.

After another series of fumbles with the menu, the fox then had the item in hand. “Okay, explain to me again how to use the items?” She asked, before yelping as the book flung open, spewing out a ghostly blue stream of smoke around her body. The fox’s body swelled up, breasts bursting buttons, belly surging out from the bottom of the coat, and hips embiggening to fill her skirt. The sound it let out was a deep gurgling sound, a noise Niah was all too familiar with. The fox now matched reality in the game. “IS THIS SOME SORT OF JOKE?” The fox shouted. Once more, she lost track of reality and felt herself up in-game and in reality. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh as she lifted and jiggled her belly. It shifted and wobbled with an unexpected level detail. Her expression went from a mix of surprise and bewilderment, to a deep level of investment and a dash of arousal. “W-why would they include this? This is mental! I mean… Not that I mind… But not everyone is okay with this surely!” She was tugging at the lapels of her coat, struggling to close them over her swollen breasts. Her glasses were nearly falling off, at least as much as the game would allow them. The book was on the ground as well, still pouring out the smoke.

“Ehehe… That’s the fox I know.” The elf followed suit, opening one of the books for herself. The avatar’s shape grew to match, though Nora made it look as unrealistic as it would be, hardly budging in her pose as the thighs swelled outward much like Niah’s but exposed due to the short skirt of the Elf racial clothes she selected. “The devs put these items into the game really early on without a word. Not even in the patch notes.” She explained, “Even when people datamined the patch they just found some garbled text in the files and little else. Even the item ID’s made no sense. Eventually some players found it, used it, and threw them away, leaving confused posts on the boards. But the intended audience eventually got a hold of them.”

“So someone willingly put this in?!” Niah huffed angrily, hands firmly kneading her breasts as they were slowly swelling bigger under the book’s influence. It wasn’t that the fox hated it. She just felt she cheated her avatar’s weight in. If she knew she could get fatter she’d have put forth the time, doing whatever it took to become fat in the game.

“Yeah. Pretty weirdly progressive of Dungeon Fantasy to suddenly be okay with fat things.” Nora laughs, dispelling the effect by discarding the item. “You can farm these up too. I do believe they stack up to 4. Might look like you did when we met.” The Elf motioned to her own bust. Nora seemed so casual about it too, hiding the fact that the wolf was just panting and blushing in her seat with her legs rubbing together. “Oh, you should get your weird friend into this game too.”

Niah looked confused for a moment, pondering that statement. “Oh, right. Her. Uh. Yeah.” She was confused at first, but the image came to her head. Sarael wasn’t exactly someone Nora has yet to see, unlike everyone else she knew. “Is Lori into this too?” She asked, returning to tugging on her coat lapels.

“Of course! She’s the one who tipped me off on the VR stuff in this game too.” Nora answered, “Though she’s way above even me in level. The cow’s a damn monster when it comes to this game.” She adds, approaching the fox to try to help her. Though, she didn’t do much to make it look like she cared. Nora was enjoying this all too much, neglecting to tell Niah she could just discard the item, and things would go back to normal.

After a while, the fox simply gave up, a sigh of defeat coming from her mouth. “Ugh… It’s getting late Nora… Can we pick this up next time?” She asked, a soft whine on her voice.

“Of course! Tomorrow we will start your adventure.” Nora huffs proudly, enjoying the idea of this a bit too much.

“Alright, see you then.” She said, not waiting for a response before pulling the VR headset off and muting its mic. “...What kind of world has this become?” She leans back in her chair for a moment. She spent what felt like an eternity lost in thought, before looking at the screen. “Actually… I can’t say I can complain.” The fox smiles, before logging out of the game. It was something she was certain to return to.