So this is a long-awaited (SO VERY LONG) commission from the delightful
This is just one of her characters Cherry doing what a Cherry does best. Can you guess what it is, kids?

Anyway, I wrote a thingy for it and you should read it. It'll make your coat sparkle!

Beauty comes in many flavors; just as one person can prefer the sight of a tranquil lake, another can like the straight edges and supersymmetry of the city. ‘Different strokes for different folks’ is the word, and that word applies twice over to Cherise, or ‘Cherry’ to everyone who knew her, and probably guessed by everyone who saw her. Already fated to be a slightly strange person by being an Aussie Shepherd-corgi mix, no matter what she did she would be a little shorter and a lot fluffier than most people. And being a vibrant pink-and-cream color with long, beautiful curly red hair was certainly an accomplice. But being born in the Promised Land of Fried Foods (a.k.a. The American South), being a naturally talented baker, and loving almost all the food she came in contact with left a very plump juicy Cherry with a fluffy stem that would take quite a snout to tie in a knot. And while being overweight generally isn’t attractive or healthy, either good genes or the help of a particularly overworked demon made it work for her. She carried her weight very well, and when she happily waddled down the sidewalk, her fat-filled belly swaying gently before her and her puffy tail keeping time and balance wagging behind her, she got a lot of interested looks. It didn’t hurt that she also didn’t seem to have the greatest awareness, so she often left her house to do errands in clothes that while fitting, were about a few sizes away from fitting correctly. No one –including her- was complaining, however. Too bad for the admirers, however, but Cherry was far too innocent to see their interest as anything more than for her clothes. But she was happy, regardless.

Being such a sweet puffapup and working in one of the best bakeries in town leads to having a lot of customers and a lot of friends. Cherry was always happy to see one of her pals come into her shop, and she’d bustle out from behind the counter, wiping flour off the tablecloth-sized apron she wore and sweeping them into a big hug. One day, she did her usual routine with her bestest friend in the whole world, despite being quite dissimilar in body, Zest, a small little horse with great fashion sense. Fashion sense can’t protect you from an over affectionate doggy, however, and Zest grunted and squeaked as her friend hugged her powerfully. “Cher! Air!” 

Cherise blushed and released her. “Oops! Sorry!”

Zest coughed and took a deep breath. “It’s nothing, just… Damn, girl, you’re too big to hug that hard!”

Cherise noticed that Zest’s friend hadn’t said a word and was just staring owlishly, so she stared right back. He was new in her bakery, she’d remember that. A cute little German Shepherd male, only a little bit bigger than Zest, with big green eyes and a swirl of hair like a good cone of chocolate ice cream. Cherry smiled and dipped her head. “Hello! Welcome to Cherry’s Cherries!”

The sheppie seemed startled out of his reverie and cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, thank you.” Zest smiled and put her arm around the male, giving him a bit of a shake. “Cherry, this is James. We met online, and he just moved here so I’m showing him all the good places around town.” She grinned. “We came here first. James, this is Cherise, the best baker in town and the best friend.” James smiled shyly and reached out to shake paws, his dwarfed in Cherry’s well-padded mitt. “Hello, Cherr… I mean Cherise!”

Cherry giggled and smiled. “That’s okay! Either one works. Oh! I know!” She ducked back behind the counter and fetched out a fresh pie, still steaming slightly. She wrapped it up then came back around again, pushing it into his hands. “Here! Take this as a welcome gift!” James took the pie and looked at it. “Wow… Thanks Cherry!”

And that was the start of something… Well, perhaps not beautiful, but at the very least something heart-warming. Turns out that Mr. James was quite a food aficionado himself! Having had bad jobs in the past, he was never able to indulge as much as he wanted, but after coming to the city to start working with an engineering firm, he was finally making some real scratch, a lot of it going right back into Cherise’s pocket. He was in Cherries practically every day, always ready to try whatever fresh thing the corgi-mix had just pulled out of the oven. A few days later, when Cherise and Zest went out on one of their fun Saturdays, Zest brought James along and it was settled; wherever the big dog and little horse went, their faithful dog followed right behind. There were some things that Cherry didn’t get; sometimes she’d see James just looking at her and not saying anything, then getting startled and looking nervous when he noticed she noticed. When she brought it up to Zest, the horse just laughed and laughed, never giving any more answer than ‘The heart wants what the heart wants’, which was very confusing to Cherise. If that was the case, the heart was getting what the heart wanted, because Cherise started to notice that James’ wardrobe was changing, and figured out to her delight it was her sweets, as his waistband and shirt started inching up the scale. She thought he could use some extra padding; he looked like he would blow away in a stiff breeze.

One fine April morning, James came in to Cherries, the bell over his head tinkling merrily. Cherry wheeled around to give a big smile to her best customer. “Good morning, James!” she nearly cheered. The GSD smiled and waved, then reached down to tuck his shirt back in, the motion having caused it to ride up and disclose some creamy belly fur. “Good morning, Cherry! What do you have today?” The big dog turned and looked in the oven, and pulled out a nice, plump cream pastry. “A family recipe! It’s called a cream puffer, and it’s what you get when you take a cream puff and say ‘But what if it was the right size’?” She smiled and rested a hand on her stomach. “I used to eat these all the time when I was growing up.” James blushed and shifted a little smiling down at the floor. “Well, it really works for you; you look beautiful. I mean great! I mean… Aagh!” He turned so red he thought for sure Cherise would try to bake him. The outburst confused Cherry, who frowned quizzically. “…What?”

James took a deep breath, clenching his fist, and finally released them. He’d rehearsed this. “C-cherry… I think that you are a very beautiful woman, and I want… I want to be closer to you!” He stood there looking at Cherise, feeling like his head was going to fly off.

Cherise stared back, the wheels grinding in her head. Finally, she got her answer, but unfortunately for the timid shepherd it was the wrong one. “Ohh!” She said in dawning comprehension, coming around the counter and smiling. “I get it!” She reached back to push her spine forward a bit, stretching. “You want to look like this too! I always thought it’d look good on you.” James turned a strange shade, and started to open his mouth to correct her, but she just happily barged on. “I can help you!” She got a bag and put four big cream puffers in, pushing it into his hand. “Here, I’ll put this on your tab. Come by my house after I get off and I’ll help you!” James walked out the door feeling dejected but with at least some hope. Hey, he was going to her house alone! Without Zest, who saw through him like glass and just giggled her little horsey head off.

He was there at the appointed time, and waved as he saw Cherry’s car driving around the bend. As she got out and waved back, he wondered what all the boxes in the back were. “Well come on, silly,” she said, pushing about five boxes of pies into his hands. “Help carry your food in!”

As Cherise worked in the kitchen and James looked at the massive pile of baked goods on the table before him, he gulped. Cherry poked her head out and smiled. “Well don’t be shy; dig in!” James sighed, and shrugged. You know what? If Cherise thought he’d look better this way, he’d try it. There were worse ways to get fat than eating delicious baked goods. He reached for another one of her cream puffers and bit in, the explosion of rich cream bursting into his mouth making him smile. He finishd it off, then reached for some cake. He tried to to cut a piece, then rolled his eyes and slid the entire thing over to him. Taking big lusty pieces of it with his fork, he devoured them as well. Next came some pies, a lovely meringue whip, some tasty Jammy Dodgers… A kaleidoscopic cornucopia of treats slid before him and then down his gullet, Cherise replacing each dish as fast as it disappeared.

The effects were immediate, and gratifying; he could already feel his tummy tightening as he started, and it wasn’t long before the growing mound of white fluff untucked his shirt again for him. Bone-and-skin limbs gently plumped out to normal, then to pudgy, then to… Cherise, apparently. His arm spots gently stretched as the skin did, and plumping thighs gradually forced his legs apart, making him take a more comfortable seat. As he bit into a plush cupcake, he grunted as he felt a breath tighten his shirt up uncomfortably. Cherise popped out of the kitchen and smiled. “Let me take care of that for you, sweetheart,” she said, helpfully tugging his shirt off until it slid over his cheeks and off his head with a ‘pop’. James shifted, blushing again. Here he was, sitting shirtless before the woman he… Well, no use in thinking of that. He looked down at himself, and saw how ‘getting closer to her’ could be interpreted; his stomach was now bulging out in a pudgy, creamy waterfall, about to slump forward into jelly rolls like the ones that squished happily at Cherise’s side as she placed a piece of cake in his hand. He shrugged, and dug in. It wasn’t long until the growing belly demanded more room, and after checking to see if Cherise was watching, James lifted up his gut and undid the button on his shorts, letting it out. As he let the expanse of tummy fall, he didn’t hear the groaning of the zipper as the weight forced it down another few inches, every other pastry causing it to slip down again. Thankfully, as it exposed the belly concealed, covering up everything that might have made the pink dog redder.

Finally, he couldn’t seem to muster another bite. He reclined back in the chair, and let out a heartfelt sigh. “Whew,” he panted, before looking down at himself with something between nerves and excitement. She certainly had made him close to her; the proud tummy that splayed his legs apart was now almost as forward as hers, but being as full of food as it was it was a bit perkier; her rolls let more settle on her hips. His arms and legs were almost as thick as hers, except in the case of her plump thighs, but he was prepared to concede that one to genetics. His tail, now looking even smaller compared to the rest of him, thumped happily against the chair legs. He tried to straighten up and stand, but not being used to his new center of gravity –him being quite a center of gravity now- dumped his well-padded butt right back in the seat. Cherise appeared at his elbow, holding a gently steaming pie. She put a paw on his shoulder, not noticing it sank in way more than usual, and gave him a smile with heavy-lidded eyes. “And where do you think you’re going, sugar? We’re not done yet?”

James looked up at her and gulped, before sighing in resignation before smiling and reaching for the pie. The heart wants what the heart wants…