
"I guess it's been a while... I'm surprised it still fits..."
"Actually, it's been resized considerably, from what I gather," The photographer, a cute and quite chubby dog girl said as she fiddled with a datapad, the small, hovering camera drones maneuvering about Krystal's body at her command to capture every angle of the blue-furred vixen.
"Oh..." Krystal felt her cheeks flushing, made self-conscious by both the cameras and the realization that the suit had been refitted for a much larger size, yet still felt incredibly snug on her body.
As the photographer continued to direct the photo shoot, Krystal couldn't help but notice how tight the woman's own clothing seemed on her. A frown creased her features, and she realized how heavy she was breathing, almost panting as her considerably large breasts rose and fell along with her hefty breaths. Krystal had noticed her weight gain, had checked the scales as often as she always did, but she had simply attributed it to natural consequences of aging, and of eating more of the kinds of processed and sumptuous foods that tended to be enjoyed on Lylat's capital world.
For the first time though as she considered her weight, the blue-furred vixen wondered if something was wrong.
She lifted her flabby arms, hefted a belly that surged before her and tugged at her tight flight suit and the belts binding it like rings about a particularly swollen gas giant, even tried to look back at her rear to see more clearly how even that had grown. Krystal couldn't turn her head much, but didn't need to look too far to see the blubbery shelf that extended beneath her vulpine tail...
"Please, Miss Krystal, I need you to hold still!" The photographer huffed, crossing her soft arms as the drones ceased their swift and fluid movements.
"Sorry..." Krystal mumbled, her plump lips pursed into a pout and brow furrowed in concentration. Perhaps not the best look for a travel poster showing off one of Lylat's most well-known pilots, but the idea had always seemed silly to Krystal anyways, even without considering the fact that she'd likely be taking up most of the final compositions width...
Fox had been getting bigger lately as well, now that she thought, almost as big as her. She hadn't thought to mention it, thinking it rude... but... And Falco... What about the other team members? What about friends she hadn't seen in a while? Retirement had let her not think about these kinds of things too much, she hadn't had to fit in a cockpit since the final defeat of Venomian forces over a year ago. Had they all gotten so big since then? Hundreds of pounds piling on top of so many Lylatians in the span of months...?
Something was definitely wrong here, and if Krystal hadn't been made to squeeze back into her flight suit again, she might not have even noticed.
Poster that I made using a fat Krystal pic I did and may wind up using for other things (Maybe outfit alts too) in the future. Let me all know what you think!
"Actually, it's been resized considerably, from what I gather," The photographer, a cute and quite chubby dog girl said as she fiddled with a datapad, the small, hovering camera drones maneuvering about Krystal's body at her command to capture every angle of the blue-furred vixen.
"Oh..." Krystal felt her cheeks flushing, made self-conscious by both the cameras and the realization that the suit had been refitted for a much larger size, yet still felt incredibly snug on her body.
As the photographer continued to direct the photo shoot, Krystal couldn't help but notice how tight the woman's own clothing seemed on her. A frown creased her features, and she realized how heavy she was breathing, almost panting as her considerably large breasts rose and fell along with her hefty breaths. Krystal had noticed her weight gain, had checked the scales as often as she always did, but she had simply attributed it to natural consequences of aging, and of eating more of the kinds of processed and sumptuous foods that tended to be enjoyed on Lylat's capital world.
For the first time though as she considered her weight, the blue-furred vixen wondered if something was wrong.
She lifted her flabby arms, hefted a belly that surged before her and tugged at her tight flight suit and the belts binding it like rings about a particularly swollen gas giant, even tried to look back at her rear to see more clearly how even that had grown. Krystal couldn't turn her head much, but didn't need to look too far to see the blubbery shelf that extended beneath her vulpine tail...
"Please, Miss Krystal, I need you to hold still!" The photographer huffed, crossing her soft arms as the drones ceased their swift and fluid movements.
"Sorry..." Krystal mumbled, her plump lips pursed into a pout and brow furrowed in concentration. Perhaps not the best look for a travel poster showing off one of Lylat's most well-known pilots, but the idea had always seemed silly to Krystal anyways, even without considering the fact that she'd likely be taking up most of the final compositions width...
Fox had been getting bigger lately as well, now that she thought, almost as big as her. She hadn't thought to mention it, thinking it rude... but... And Falco... What about the other team members? What about friends she hadn't seen in a while? Retirement had let her not think about these kinds of things too much, she hadn't had to fit in a cockpit since the final defeat of Venomian forces over a year ago. Had they all gotten so big since then? Hundreds of pounds piling on top of so many Lylatians in the span of months...?
Something was definitely wrong here, and if Krystal hadn't been made to squeeze back into her flight suit again, she might not have even noticed.
Poster that I made using a fat Krystal pic I did and may wind up using for other things (Maybe outfit alts too) in the future. Let me all know what you think!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Female
Size 1500 x 2210px
File Size 1.07 MB
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