The train ride is long and lonely, but it ends up being worth it.
When you step onto the platform, you come face-to-face with the cutest dog girl whom you've ever seen.
She's a mostly-light-yellow Shih Tzu with white fur on her muzzle. Her floppy ears are a darker yellow - as is her hair, which she wears in a bun. She's wearing a dark-yellow cardigan, a bright-red string tie, and a dark-green skirt. She's bipedal like a human, but she has a cartoonishly big head.
As soon as the dog sees you, she gasps, and her black eyes shrink. "Oh my gosh! Mayor! You're finally here!"
You blink. "...'Mayor?'"
"We were expecting you -months- ago!" the canine continues. "I did the best that I could to keep the town running while we were waiting for you, but, little by little, everyone else moved out... I'm the only one left, and I was just about to leave, too!" She holds up a suitcase in her paw.
"...I think that there's been a mistake," you reply. "I'm not a mayor."
"This is no time for jokes, Mayor!" the dog frowns. "This is a major crisis! We've lost almost all of our residents, and if we don't replace them, this place will become a ghost town!"
"...That doesn't sound good," you say. "Plus, my whole reason for moving to a new town was to make some friends... That'd be kind of hard if the town has a population of two."
"I know, right?!" the canine exclaims. "So we've got to come up with a way to attract new residents!"
"Alright! Count me in!" you nod. "Though, I dunno how much I can do to help... I don't have a single Bell to my name."
"Me neither... But I'm sure that we'll think of something!" the dog smiles. "We'll make a great team - the new Mayor of Smallville, and his trusty secretary Isabelle!"
"Isabelle... a pretty name for a pretty dog~" you smile.
The canine breaks into a sweat and awkwardly fidgets. "Th-this is no time for compliments! We've got a town to save!"
"Right!" you nod. "Let's look around town and see whether we can find anything to lure folks to move in."
You walk out of the train station. Isabelle drops her suitcase and follows you. The bells in her hairband jingle as she walks.
As you explore the town, you see that Smallville has seen better days. There's not a house in sight, and the store Re-Tail has been boarded up. The train station and the town hall are the only intact buildings. Only a few flowers and trees dot the landscape.
One tree in the middle of town, however, stands out from the others. From a distance, you notice something shiny in its branches. You get closer and see that the tree bears three golden peaches.
"Whoa... I've never seen golden fruit before!" you exclaim.
"Me neither!" Isabelle says. "This tree must be new... I haven't seen it before!"
"This thing could be our ticket to revitalizing the town," you muse. "We could make this tree a tourist trap, or sell the golden peaches... Hey, maybe they're even edible! Try one and find out!"
Isabelle's eyes shrink. "M-me? Why me...?"
"Because you're my loyal secretary, and I said so," you smile. You reach up, pluck a golden peach from the tree, and offer it to the dog.
Frowning, Isabelle takes the peach, slowly lifts it to her muzzle, and sniffs it.
Then she eats it in a few bites.
"...Well? How was it?" you ask.
"Delicious!" Isabelle grins. "We could make a fortune selling -"
Suddenly, the dog's body explodes with growth. She shoots up to one-and-a-half times her original height, adding 2 feet to arrive at 6 feet. To keep up with her new height, her head swells, and her tail and limbs lengthen. Her clothes stretch out to accommodate her longer body.
In addition to growing taller, the canine gets fatter. Her flat stomach turns into a yellow-furred pot belly. The lower part of her gut peeks out from beneath her cardigan and sags halfway to her knees, covering the top half of the front of her skirt.
Meanwhile, Isabelle's flat ass turns into a plump rump. The upper fourths of her sunshine-hued buttocks rise above her skirt's waistline, exposing the top of her asscrack. Her slim hips give way to wide curves. A breeze makes her butt and gut jiggle.
The dog's modest chest turns into C-cup-sized breasts. Her clothes grow to keep up with her swelling chest, but her shirt doesn't stretch enough to cover everything. A sliver of yellow cleavage shows above her string tie.
The canine has gone from having no discernible neck to having a double chin that separates her large head and her hefty chest. Her limbs are thicker than before. Even her face cheeks look a bit chubbier.
Isabelle has gone from a slim 72 pounds to a hefty 734 - more than a tenfold increase.
As the dog looks down at her bigger body, her eyes shrink, a flash of light briefly surrounds her head, and you hear the sound of several of a piano's lower keys getting smashed at once.
"WH-WH-WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!" she exclaims.
The dog then looks down at you. At 4 feet tall, you're the dog's original height - which means that she's now a couple heads taller than you. Her face cheeks grow red.
"...A-and why am I so much taller?!" she adds.
You blush as well as you look up at Isabelle. "J-jeez... that golden peach must've had some extreme-growth properties!"
Isabelle breaks into a sweat and fidgets, making her belly and butt sway side to side. "Th-this is terrible! I-I look horrible - like I belong in a freak show!"
"Oh, no, not at all!" You smile and blush. "If you don't mind my saying, you actually look wonderful... That peach really brought out your inner beauty~"
Isabelle's cheeks glow pink. She subtly smiles and rubs the back of her head. "D'aww... you... y-you really think so...?"
"I do... And I'm sure that I'm not the only one who does," you grin. "I think that we just stumbled upon the perfect way to attract new residents. What if -you- were our new tourist trap? Folks from all over would come to see you. You won't be a 'freak show'... You'll be a one-woman beauty pageant~"
The dog's cheeks go from pink to red. "O-oh, goodness! I'm s-still not convinced that I look good at this size, but... if y-you really think that I do, I'll trust you!"
You smile and nod. Then you look to the west, and see the sun setting beyond the sea. "It's almost nighttime. I probably should've asked this earlier, but, er... where are we going to sleep tonight?"
"Oh! I almost forgot!" Isabelle replies. "As you can see, town hall and the train station are the only buildings that you can still enter... I've been sleeping in town hall, but I'd be glad to stay at the train station so that you'll have town hall all to yourself!"
"Oh, you don't have to do that," you say. "We'll sleep together at town hall." You blush. "Er, I-I mean, both of us will sleep there. If that's okay with you, of course."
Isabelle blushes as well. "C-certainly!"
You let the dog lead the way. She waddles ahead, causing her bells to jingle. You admire the way that her buttocks jiggle and slide against each other with each step.
Once she reaches town hall, Isabelle realizes that she's too wide to simply walk in. She has to turn sideways and sidle her way inside. She blushes as she does so, and she blushes harder when she sees you staring at her.
You follow the dog inside. She points to a long, black leather seat to the right. There's a pillow and a sheet on it. "That's where I've been sleeping, b-but I'm probably too tall and wide for it now... I'll just sleep on the floor."
"Are you sure? Will you be comfortable?" you ask.
"Oh, yes! I've got another pillow and more sheets, so I'll be just fine. But thanks for your concern," she blushes and smiles.
You smile back, then lie down on the seat. Isabelle waddles behind her desk, pulls out a pillow and sheets, and sets them down on the floor between her desk and yours, which is in the back.
You yawn. "Good night, Isabelle. Thanks for your fine work today."
The canine blushes. "Y-you're welcome, Mayor. Sleep well."
You drift off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, you wake back up. Once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see that Isabelle has moved over to sleep on the floor beside your seat. She's lying on her back with her eyes closed, and her large chest and belly rise with each breath.
You smile, reach down, and gently pat Isabelle's hair. Her bells softly jingle. You whisper, "Dream of becoming a large woman~"
* * * CHAPTER 2 - SEALED WITH A KISS * * *
The following morning, you slowly blink awake. Isabelle is already up, standing in front of a large whiteboard. She's drawing a line graph with two upward-trending lines on it.
The dog turns around, looks at you, and smiles. "Oh! Good morning, Mayor! How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty well, thanks," You smile back. "You?"
"Amazingly! I got a whole hour of sleep last night, so I'm just raring to go!" Isabelle points at the line graph. "As you can see, I've made some calculations regarding my size and the number of new residents. If I continue to eat a peach a day, both my weight and the population should quintuple within a week! See?"
You look at the graph, then grin. "So... you're willing to gain nearly 3,000 more pounds just to reach a population of 10?"
Isabelle blushes. "W-well, er... I -hope- that the population will reach 10! My calculations might be a bit optimistic..."
You chuckle. "Well, as long as you're willing to keep growing, I'm happy."
The dog nods, making her head squish into her double chin. "Speaking of growing, I'd better go have my daily peach! Want to come along?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" you grin.
Isabelle leads the way out the door. You follow her to the middle of town, where the golden peach tree is.
Once you reach it, the canine gasps. "O-oh my! The peaches... they've doubled in size!"
You stare at the tree as well. Sure enough, the peaches are twice as big as you remember.
Isabelle breaks into a sweat. "...I-I'm kind of having second thoughts about eating these..."
"Oh, I'm sure that they're fine," you reply. "Size aside, they look just like they did yesterday. Who knows... maybe they'll be even more potent now that they're bigger!"
"Perhaps... I suppose that there's only one way to find out." The dog reaches up, picks a peach, and sniffs it. Then she inhales it in only a few bites.
A few moments later, you ask, "...Feel anything yet?"
Isabelle shakes her head. "Not y-"
Suddenly, the canine shoots up another 2 feet, becoming 8' tall - twice your height, and as tall as the peach tree. To keep pace with her increase in height, her appendages lengthen, her head grows, and her clothes stretch.
Like yesterday, Isabelle's jump in height is accompanied by a disproportionate jump in weight. Her gut sags to her knees, covering her skirt's hem. Rather than becoming blobby, her belly remains in a rounded shape, resembling a wide oval.
Each of the canine's buttocks becomes even broader than her round head. Her asscheeks' upper halves stick out above her skirt's waistband, against which they start muffin-topping.
Isabelle's hips become even curvier. Her love handles become plump, and each one is topped by a conspicuous side roll.
The dog's arms thicken, making her sleeves look painfully tight. Her double chin turns into a triple one. Her face cheeks get so chubby that they look as though they're stuffed with food.
Isabelle's chest swells into DD-cup size. Her breasts push her shirt out so much that her string tie comes undone. Her cleavage expands to the point that the upper fourths of her bosom are exposed.
The canine has more than doubled her weight, packing on 738 pounds to become 1,462.
Suddenly, just like her body, her outfit transforms as well. Her dark-green skirt becomes black. Its waistband shrinks, making it so tight that her buttocks muffin-top a few extra inches horizontally. Her skirt also becomes shorter, so that a strip of the bottom of her buttocks becomes exposed.
Black fishnet stockings suddenly cover the canine's thick thighs and legs. Black stilettos appear on her footpaws.
Isabelle's yellow cardigan turns into a black business jacket. Her string tie disappears, and her shirt turns into a white, collared business blouse that exposes her breasts' inner sides.
Both the new blouse and jacket are so narrow that they cover only the upper fourth of her belly. That light-yellow blob continues to sag to her knees and completely cover the front of her skirt.
You can't help but stare at Isabelle's belly, then ogle her massive backside - much of which is exposed, thanks to her new, skimpy outfit.
The canine smiles. "Getting a good look~?"
You blush and look up at her head, which is twice as high as yours. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare..."
Isabelle giggles. "Oh, don't worry, Mayor. Your loyal secretary won't call Animal Resources. In fact, I'm glad you like the new me~"
"Oh, good," you smile, still blushing.
The dog grins. "I think I know why you were so eager to make me into a fat tourist trap~"
You blush harder. "W-well, I can't deny that your growth is kind of... irresistible~" You bite your lower lip. "But, at the same time, I really do think that our best chance to save the town is to have you as an attraction."
"An attraction... so what you're saying is that I'm good at being attractive~?" Isabelle winks.
You chuckle. "Y-yeah, pretty much."
"That explains that~" Isabelle points at a bulge in your pants' crotch.
You feel your cheeks' burning. Your hands swoop to your groin to cover the lump.
The dog takes a couple of steps closer. You're at eye level with her upper belly. Her gut alone is taller and wider than your entire body is. You feel the heat radiating off of her furry flab.
You have to crane your neck to look up at Isabelle's face. She towers over your 4-foot frame like a tree. You shudder and gulp.
The dog looks down at you. "Do you... do you -like- me, Mayor?"
You subtly nod, still blushing.
"Do you wanna be... more than my boss?" she asks.
You nod harder.
Isabelle closes her eyes and bends over. You have to step back to avoid getting your nose buried in her cleavage.
Once her face is level with yours, the canine puckers her lips. You do the same, close your eyes, and lean in. You kiss her on the lips, and she kisses you back.
You taste the peach on Isabelle's breath. You smell her subtle perfume. You feel her breath as she huffs through her nose. And you feel her large face cheeks' pressing against your petite ones.
Both of you keep kissing. You moan a little. She moans louder.
You raise your right hand and stroke her left face cheek. It's the first time that you've touched her. She feels even softer than she looks. She grunts approvingly.
You reach out with your left hand. It slips against her right breast. "Mmmhhh~" Isabelle moans. You cup the canine's breast with your hand, then give it a gentle squeeze. She moans louder.
Your right hand slips away from Isabelle's cheek, then presses up against her upper belly. You press your palm in. Her tummy is so soft that you feel your wrist disappear. Then you squeeze, letting belly flab bulge between your fingers. The dog huffs extra hard.
You keep kissing and groping for what seems like hours. Finally, Isabelle pulls back and straightens back up. The two of you pant hard.
Once you catch your breath, you realize that it's almost dusk. Perhaps the kiss really did last hours. You mumble, "R-ready for bed...?"
Isabelle nods. She lumbers away, letting her gigantic buttocks shimmy and sway right in your face. Her buttocks are so large that they jiggle separately as she waddles along.
You're briefly tempted to slip your fingers under the dog's skirt's waistband and let it snap back, but you're more of a gentleman than that... And besides, her waistband is so tight that it would be tough to get a finger under it.
Once Isabelle reaches town hall, you see that she's twice as tall as the door, and three times as wide. There's no way that she'd be able to squeeze through.
"Guess you'll have the building all to yourself tonight," the canine says with a sigh. "I'll stay out here."
"Aww... would it be okay if I joined you?" you ask.
Isabelle's face lights up. "Oh, I'd love that!"
You smile, go inside town hall, and retrieve the pillows and blankets. You and Isabelle walk over to a patch of grass, where you set everything down.
Isabelle carefully lies down on her back. Her blubber completely covers her blanket, and her pillow looks comically small underneath her head.
You smile and lie down next to the dog. Her belly and bosom tower over you. It's like you're lying down next to a bed. You're tempted to ask to lie on her belly... but you don't want to be too forward.
Instead, you simply lie on your side and reach an arm on top of that giant, light-yellow blob. Your appendage sinks deep into her lard.
Isabelle giggles and wraps her own large arm around the back of your head. Her blubbery appendage is like a pillow, only much larger and much softer.
She points up at the night sky. "Don't you want to lie on your back? The stars are so pretty tonight~"
You smile. "I'm looking at something much more beautiful~"
* * * CHAPTER 3 - POPPING A CHERRY * * *
When you wake up the next morning, you and Isabelle are still in each other's arms. She turns her head and smiles at you. "Good morning, Mayor~"
"Good morning, Isabelle," you smile back. "How'd you sleep?"
"Like a big, fat log," the dog chuckles. "You?"
"Like a little log." Both of you giggle. "Ready for breakfast?"
Isabelle smiles, nods, and stands up. Once you stand up too, you're reminded that she's twice your height.
You follow the giant canine to the middle of town. The tree's only remaining golden peach is three times its original size.
"The peaches keep growing... just like me~" Isabelle giggles.
She picks the peach without needing to reach up. Then she gobbles it in a few bites.
Once again, Isabelle shoots up another 2 feet, becoming 10'. She can now easily see over treetops.
The bottom of the dog's belly sags further down, going from her knees to halfway down her legs. Her gut juts out several feet in front of her, like a broad battering ram.
Isabelle's bloating buttocks stretch her skimpy skirt even further. The little black article of clothing now covers only part of her behind's bottom half. Several inches of ass fat are visible underneath her skirt's hem.
Near her asscheeks' circumference, her skirt's waistband digs in nearly half a foot horizontally. She's not muffin-topping so much as mushroom-clouding.
The canine's blouse and jacket strain as her chest becomes nearly as big as her head. Several more inches of sunshine-colored cleavage become visible.
An extra side roll shows up on each of Isabelle's sides. A quadruple chin accents her bloated head. Her face cheeks become so chubby that her floppy ears rest on them at a 45-degree angle instead of hanging straight down.
Isabelle has packed on 1,104 pounds, arriving at a whopping 2,566 - more than 35 times her original weight.
You find yourself drooling a bit as you stare at the dog's taller, wider form.
Isabelle giggles. "I look good?"
You blush and smile. "You look -very- good."
"Yay!" The dog bounces, or at least tries to. Her blubber wobbles all over as a result.
You look up at Isabelle's head, which is two-and-a-half times as high as yours. "...You know, sleeping outside isn't so bad... But we should really think about having some kind of structure built just for you. It could serve as both a shelter and a railroad-side attraction for you."
"Ooh, so... big house?" Isabelle asks.
"...Sure, a big house, I guess," you reply. "Anyway, it'll be expensive to build something so big, and we're still broke... We'd better scavenge for items to sell so that we can fund the construction."
"...Huh?" Isabelle cocks her head to one side. "...Sca-venge...? Con-struc-tion...?"
"I mean, we'd better look for stuff that we can sell, and then we'll have money to build your house," you reply. Then you study the dog's face. "...Are you feeling okay, Isabelle? You're acting kind of... weird."
"Oh yeah, I feel okay!" the canine smiles. "You're here!"
"That I am," you chuckle. "Anyway, let's get to work."
You lead the way wandering around town, looking for things to sell. Luckily, you've got handy tools in your pockets.
Whenever you see a bug, you catch it with your net. Whenever you see a shadow in the water, you cast a line and reel it in. Whenever you see a marking on the ground, you dig up a fossil.
Before long, the sun starts to set. You frown. "Jeez... It's almost dusk already? I got as much stuff as I could, but I don't think it'll get us enough money..."
"Maybe I help!" Isabelle grins. "Watch!"
The dog walks over to the river, bends over, swoops her paw into the water, and grabs a fish, much like a bear would.
You gasp. "Holy cow... Y-you think you could catch more fish like that, Isabelle...?"
"Easy!" the canine smiles.
She walks along the river, swooping up every fish she sees. Eventually, she wanders to the beach, where she effortlessly grabs sharks and red snappers. She stuffs her catch into her jacket's pockets.
You murr as you watch Isabelle make children's play out of fishing. "Wanna go find some ore next?"
"Yes, Mayor!" the dog grins. She waddles around town, kicking every rock that she sees. Her stiletto crushes one rock, leaving a piece of gold ore behind.
Finally, after trying a few more rocks, Isabelle finds one that spits out a piece of ore whenever she kicks it. She hammers the rock repeatedly, making more ore fall out.
You drool as you stare at Isabelle's body wobble like mad every time she kicks. Her right knee mooshes into her underbelly over and over, making that light-yellow blob slosh from side to side. Not to mention, the disturbance makes her buttocks jiggle like gelatin in an earthquake.
The dog keeps kicking the rock, long after ore stops coming out. You admire the spectacle for several more minutes before you finally say, "Okay, Isabelle, that's good. I think we've gotten all we can."
Isabelle turns and smiles down at you. "Good! I did good?"
"You did -very- good," you smile back.
"Yay!" The canine attempts to bounce again, making her wobble all over.
You stare at her wobbling, and start drooling again. Isabelle looks at you and giggles. "Hehe! You like~?"
"I -love,-" you murr.
The dog's eyes fall on the bulge in your crotch. She bends over, reaches down, and wraps her fingers around your groin. You feel her squeeze your hard member. "I want~"
You meep and blush. "G-goodness, you're forward... Good thing I want, too~" You grin. "Turn around, bend over, and pull your skirt and panties down~"
Isabelle does as she's told. Her boulder-like buttocks, now bare, jiggle right in your face. You moan and drop your pants and underwear.
Next, you step forward until your body ends up wedged between her asscheeks. Her buttocks press hard on both sides of your body.
You gradually raise your arms, dragging them between your body and Isabelle's rumpcheeks. Once your hands are about level with your shoulders, you grip one of the dog's asscheeks in each hand. You use them for leverage as you thrust your hips forward, then up. Your tip penetrates her tunnel, which is already wet.
Isabelle immediately lets out a moan. You start thrusting back and forth, making your shaft saw back and forth within her sex. Your length gets wet with her fluids and your pre.
"You... you like...?" you ask between pants.
"I love!" the canine moans.
"You want... more?" you ask.
"Yeah!" Isabelle exclaims.
"Then you better... get bigger..." you grunt.
"I will!" the canine promises. "I get HUGE!"
Hearing Isabelle's promise pushes you over the edge. You spurt your seed into her. Right around the same time, she climaxes as well, flooding your groin with sticky fluids. Both of you loudly moan.
After a few minutes, you pull out and step back. Once you're out from between Isabelle's buttocks, you pull your clothes back up, and tell her to do the same.
By the time that you reach town hall, it's well past dusk. You go inside and call Tom Nook, a merchant and homebuilder in another town.
After you negotiate with him, Nook agrees to send a construction crew tomorrow, in exchange for all of the bugs, fish, fossils, and ore that you and Isabelle collected today. Nook swears that his crew will be so efficient that it will finish the job in only one day.
When you come back outside, Isabelle is already lying on her back on the ground. Her belly is even taller than you are. You blush as you stare at it.
"M-mind if I...?" you ask, pointing at Isabelle's belly.
Without a word, the dog grins, grabs you by the arms, lifts you, and sets you down on top of her gut.
You blush harder as you lie down. The canine's tummy is sloshy and warm, like a giant waterbed that's filled with heated water.
You look down and smile at Isabelle's fat face, visible between her breasts. "How're you feeling?"
"Good!" Isabelle grins. "You?"
"Also good." You pause. "You sure you're feeling okay? You seem less... articulate than usual."
"...Arctic you let...?" the dog mumbles.
"Exactly." You pause again. "Perhaps those fruits have been affecting not just your mind, but also your body..."
"Huh?" the canine says.
You sigh, then smile. "But you're happy, at least, right?"
Isabelle smiles. "Oh yeah! Happy!"
You smile back. "That's all I care about."
* * * CHAPTER 4 - LIFE'S A BEACH * * *
The following morning, a trainload of raccoon construction workers arrive in town. You and Isabelle present them with the goods that the two of you collected yesterday. Then you lead them to the spot where Isabelle's house should be built. You choose a location that's west of the train station, so that animals will see it before trains stop here.
Once the construction gets underway, you and Isabelle visit the peach tree again. There are three new golden peaches, and each one is four times the old fruits' original size.
The dog has grown so tall that she has to reach down to grab a peach. After gobbling it up, she shoots up yet another 2 feet, becoming 12' - triple your height. Each of of her limbs alone grows much taller than you.
The canine's tummy finally sags all the way to the ground. Each of her buttocks becomes a light-yellow boulder. Her skirt doesn't rip, but it remains the same length, leaving it as just a black stripe across the lower part of her asscheeks.
Isabelle ends up with a quintuple chin and a total of three thick rolls on each of her sides. Her bosom outgrows her head, and her skimpy blouse leaves nearly half of her breasts visible.
The canine has put on another 1,409 pounds, becoming 3,975. She's triple her original height, and more than 55 times her original weight.
"How do you feel, Isabelle?" you smile.
"Mmm... good~" the dog smiles back.
"Good! Care for a romantic stroll by the sea~?" you ask.
"Huh?" Isabelle says.
"Wanna go to the beach?" you clarify.
"Oh! Okay," she grins.
Isabelle leads the way to the beach, with her belly dragging along the ground. You're delighted to notice that, even though the bottom of her ass sags below her knees, her skirt is now above your eye level.
The canine slowly waddles into the water. The water quickly becomes too deep for you to keep standing, but Isabelle has to wade several yards before the water even reaches her chest.
Once the dog starts swimming too, she becomes able to move much faster. She swiftly turns around to face you, with a big grin on her face.
You smile back. "Having fun?"
"Hehe, yeah!" the dog giggles. Then she reaches under the water and grabs you by the crotch again. "Me want~"
You meep. "...'Me want'...?"
Isabelle nods and squeezes your firm shaft. "Me want!"
"...Is your mind getting so foggy that you're forgetting basic grammar?" you ask.
"...Gram her...?" The dog cocks her head to one side.
"Wow... those peaches must be sacrificing your mind for the sake of your body's growth," you muse. "That explains why your vocabulary's shrunk so much."
"...Voh cab you Larry's...?" Isabelle mimics. Then she squeezes your crotch again. "Me -want!-"
You blush. "Y-your libido's certainly grown as well... I've never seen you so horny~"
The canine slips a paw under the water's surface, then pulls your pants and underwear down. Then she lifts her belly and places it atop your head.
Isabelle's belly is so heavy that it forces your body underwater. Your mouth fills with seawater. You quickly shut it, then pull a snorkel out of your pocket. Luckily, the tube is long enough to extend past the dog's underbelly and above the water's surface. You spew out the water in your mouth, then resume breathing.
Meanwhile, Isabelle maneuvers herself so that her crotch ends up near yours. With a powerful thrust of her wide hips, she forces your member into her tunnel. She moans so loudly that you can hear her underwater. You moan as well, though the snorkel probably muffles the sound.
The canine thrusts her hips back and forth, forcing your length back and forth in her sex. You don't have to lift a finger. All you have to do is keep breathing.
The seawater lubricates your shaft's movements, allowing Isabelle to thrust back and forth rapidly. You shudder as your shaft throbs, edging closer to release.
You want to talk dirty, but the snorkel prevents you from doing so. You at least hear Isabelle's moans and whines, which sound eager to the point of desperation.
Finally, you loose your load into the dog's tunnel. She yowls and climaxes as well. Your seed, Isabelle's fluids, and seawater mingle between your groin and hers.
You enjoy being underneath Isabelle's belly for a few more minutes. Then you pull out and swim backward so that you surface in front of her.
You smile up at her. "Th-that was amazing..."
"Mmm... fun~" she murrs. Gradually, her smile disappears. "Hey, Mayor... talk?"
"You want to talk? Sure," you reply. "What's on your mind?"
"...Animals see me?" Isabelle asks.
"...Are you wondering whether animals will want to come see you?" you clarify. "I'm sure that they will."
The dog frowns. "But... what if animals no see me...?"
"I don't think that that will happen... but, if it does, we'll just think of another way to save the town," you smile.
Isabelle looks away. "If no one come... you stay?"
"Of -course- I'll stay," you grin. "I'd never leave you, Isabelle."
The dog blushes and smiles. "Even if no one come... if you stay, me happy."
"Same here." You lean up, close your eyes, and pucker your lips. "I love you, Isabelle."
"Me love you too!" She leans down and smooches you.
After several minutes of kissing, you swim back to the shore, while Isabelle simply wades behind you. You decide to sleep on the beach, far away from the noise of the construction site by the railroad tracks.
The dog lies down on the sand, still dripping wet. She resembles a light-yellow beached whale.
You clamber onto the dog's belly. Although you're soaked, her blubber is like a furnace, keeping you warm.
"Good night," you whisper.
"Night," Isabelle replies.
As you lie atop Isabelle, you reflect on the fact that, now that the dog's mind is going, she's going to need someone to take care of her - someone to make sure that she doesn't get hurt or taken advantage of.
Luckily, you're the type who needs to be needed.
* * * CHAPTER 5 - DOG GONE WILD * * *
The following morning, you and Isabelle head to the northwest part of town. A gigantic house towers over the landscape. Although it's tall enough to be 3 stories and include several rooms, it's contains only one, which is just big enough to comfortably accommodate your large lover. The front door is so huge that only she could open it easily.
The side of the house that faces the railroad bears a billboard with a photo of Isabelle. The billboard reads: "Welcome to Smallville - home of the world's biggest animal!"
In front of Isabelle's house, there's a statue of you... without any clothes on.
You blush. "Why am I naked...?"
Isabelle giggles. "Me say make statue of Mayor, naked! And they do!"
You blush harder. "You told the construction workers to make this...? Well, to each her own, I guess. I am pretty flattered, at least~"
Isabelle drools as she stares at the statue. You decide to distract her, lest she considers mounting it. "Hey, wanna go get breakfast?"
"Ooh, yeah!" the dog grins. She bounds over to the middle of town - or, at least, she waddles as fast as she can while dragging her belly across the ground. You follow her, watching her butt shimmy along the way.
The two golden peaches have grown so large that they make the tree's branches sag. Isabelle reaches down, plucks one of the peaches, and eats it up.
Another 2 feet leave Isabelle at 14' - taller than a typical villager's one-story house. Her arms look so big and powerful that you wonder whether she could pick up a train.
The dog's belly bloats, covering even more of the ground than before. Her gut looks big enough to smother the side of a house.
Isabelle's buttocks swell so much that her ass fat intensely bulges out both above and below her skirt. The fabric finally rips, and ends up falling to the ground. Once freed, her backside hits the ground as well, jostling like mad.
The canine's other clothing does not last much longer. Her breasts explode out of her blouse and jacket. Her expanding arms tear her sleeves to shreds. Her thickening legs rip her fishnet stockings apart. Even her footpaws burst out of her stilettos. For the first time, you see Isabelle naked, save for her hairband.
The dog has gained 1,781 pounds, arriving at 5,756. If the billboard's claim about her being the world's biggest animal wasn't true already, it almost certainly is now.
Isabelle's tongue lolls out of her mouth. She leers down at you, panting hard. Her eyes glisten. You gulp.
The canine gets down on all fours, lowers her head, and slurps you repeatedly. Her tongue is so big that it covers the entire width of your body. You get drenched in dog slobber from head to toe.
"Mmmffff! I-Isabelle!" you moan between lickings. "Wh-what's gotten into you...?!"
The dog doesn't answer. As if you were a doll, she reaches down and yanks off all of your clothes, including your shirt and shoes. You're left completely naked and blushing hard.
Isabelle then sets you back down so that you're lying on your back. Then she crawls forward. Her huge belly drags right over you. As if you weren't already soaked enough by dog drool, you get dog sweat all over your body too.
The canine crawls back and forth, making her belly drag up and down across your front. You muffledly moan while your erect member gets forced to point down, then up, then down again.
After a few minutes, Isabelle finally crawls off of you. But your respite is short-lived. The dog sits down in front of you, picks you up like a doll, and then slips her paw into one of the folds between her side rolls - with you in tow.
You get mooshed between rolls that're much thicker than you are. Her fold is hot and humid with perspiration, and you get a fresh coat of dog sweat all over your body.
"Wh-whoever said dogs don't sweat never met Isabelle..." you muse.
The canine drags you through each of her half-dozen side folds, alternating between the ones on the left and the ones on the right. Once she's done with that, she drags you through the fold between her belly and her breasts. Her boobs are so heavy that being under them knocks the wind out of you.
It seems that you haven't seen anything yet, however. Isabelle sets you back down on the ground, then turns around. Her boulders-for-buttcheeks loom over you, blotting out the sun.
Then they come crashing down on you.
Your vision goes black, and you feel immense pressure across your entire body. Her ass feels like it weighs a ton - which it probably does. You struggle to breathe, and just barely manage to huff through your nose.
As if she weren't playing rough enough already, Isabelle starts sitting up and then back down again, plopping her plump posterior down on you over and over. "Mmmmhhh... want, want!" she moans.
You take the hint that she wants you inside her again. Using all of your strength, you crawl forward, so that your body ends up right below the canine's crotch. Then you thrust up, making your member pierce her tunnel.
Isabelle moans and starts going from squatting to sitting even more rapidly. You thrust as hard as you can, genuinely worried that the dog might trigger an earthquake if she's not sated soon.
"Want, want, WANT!" Isabelle huffs. She suddenly stops sitting, but then starts grinding her asscheeks from side to side. Your body gets dragged left to right like a ragdoll. Luckily, your length remains inside her tunnel.
"Mmrrrfff... I want you too, Isabelle!" you shout. "I want your dumb, horny ass!"
"WANT!" the dog shouts in reply.
"How much?!" you scream. "How much do you want me?!"
"WANT LOTSH, MASHDER!" Isabelle yowls.
"Mmfff... goddam right I'm your Master!" you moan. You finally climax. Your shaft throbs hard as you spurt out your seed. Her fluids flood your groin shortly afterward.
As you lie underneath Isabelle's tonnage, a thought occurs to you... You may have lost a secretary, but you've gained a pet.
* * * CHAPTER 6 - SQUARE ONE * * *
You and Isabelle spend the night in her new house. Although it's now a bit cozy for her, she still fits inside just fine.
Soon after waking up, the two of you return to the peach tree. The only remaining golden peach is the size of a wrecking ball. It's so big that it caused the tree trunk to snap, leaving a stump in the ground.
Isabelle bends over and loudly sniffs. Then she gobbles up both the giant peach and the tree trunk. She even grips the stump in her teeth, uproots it, and eats it too.
"Wh-whoa... I dunno if that was a good ide-"
You're interrupted when the dog's body starts violently quaking, to the point that the ground itself shakes. Then, Isabelle starts growing in height - but not just 2 feet, like every previous time. She blows past 16 feet, then 18 feet, then 20 feet...
Sensing danger, you run toward the beach. You hear snapping noises behind you. You turn your head and see that Isabelle's swelling belly and behind are bulldozing trees as though they were toothpicks.
You reach the beach and wade into the water. You see a gigantic light-yellow blob rising above the edge of the cliff face that overlooks the beach. Above that blob are Isabelle's massive boobs and cute face. Although her head has become bigger than a house, her hefty bosom makes her face look relatively petite.
Isabelle scans the water until she notices you. Her face lights up. She bends over and scoops you out of the water.
As Dogzilla raises you into the air, you see that her blubber covers the entire town. She's flattened her huge house, the train station, town hall, and every single tree. Her butt has even expanded onto - and partially crushed - the train trestle to the west. Not even the shops that line Main Street to the north have been spared.
Isabelle pants and drools as she looks at you in her paw. You look at her huge face and blush.
"G-goodness, Isabelle, I never expected you to get -this- huge..." you mumble.
The canine smiles and barks in reply.
"...Are you able to speak anymore?" you ask.
The dog just keeps grinning and barks again.
"Guess not... I guess you've got the mind of a dog now. Which would make me your lover -and- your owner... Kind of an exciting thought~" You grin.
Isabelle pants, woofs, and gives you a slurp. You end up drenched in dog slobber.
You chuckle. "You know, it's ironic... All this time, we've been trying to attract new residents and make new friends. But now... I don't think that we need anyone else here. You're all I need to be happy.
"...Not to mention, we don't have room for anyone besides you~"
The dog barks and slurps you again. You get a fresh coat of saliva all over.
Suddenly, Isabelle lowers you, then sticks you under her belly. Judging by the smell, her nethers are already wet.
You murr and lower your pants. "Ahh... it's good to be Mayor~"/pre