Saint and Angel

Saint and Angel
by Biffiea
This is a transformation and fat admirer story. You don't like, don't read.


       Angel sat looking into the night sky. It was so peaceful on the hill, away from everyone else. He had not led a wonderful life by any standard. His parents being killed in a car crash at an early age, Angel had spent the first 10 years of his life in an orphanage. In fact, his last name wasn’t even known. The boy’s first name had come from a nurse at the hospital he had been taken to after the wreck. Angel was also an only child. So without a family, he was forced to live out his child hood in a small, government run orphanage.
       Sure, they provided for his basic needs, food, shelter, and clothes, but he was completely alone. He talked to the other orphans, but they rarely talked in there. It was basically a home for the miserable and alone, nobody able to comfort the others. Their caretakers were obviously not happy with their line of work. They weren’t abusive by any means, but they were certainly cold. All this resulted in was Angel living in total boredom, day in, and day out. His whole life had been one grey smear. The only thing that broke the the constant  cycle of sleep, eat, sit alone quietly, sleep, was church on Sunday.
       To be honest, his lifestyle was starting to wear on his last nerve. His constitution couldn’t hold up much longer. No human can maintain himself without love, and that was exactly what that child was forced to live through, day in, day out. A trying task for any adult, let alone a ten year old. He had started to lose hope, and had become increasingly sullen as the days went on. A boy, once a member of a fairly well off family, now stood at the edge of destruction, wondering if the orphanage behind him would be where he would spend the rest of his life.
       He looked at the stars again, desperate for aid. Falling back on the one thing that had ever been there for him, he got on his knees and put his hands together. “God, please. I go to church every sunday, and I’ve read the whole bible. Please, I want a family. I’m so lonely, even if it’s just a brother. Amen.” He ended his prayer, and stood. Gazing into the sky, wishing with everything in his heart, that his prayer was heard.
       As he turned around to go back to the orphanage, a journey he didn’t want to make, he heard something behind him. It was light, and high pitched, almost like a bell. When he turned around, he saw floating down, a pure white feather. It was pretty long, but still looked like a standard bird feather. He picked it up, and stared at it in the palm of his hand. “Is that, an angel feather?” It radiated a calming warmth into his being, and he knew, it was something far from usual.
       “It is! I know it is!” Angel then felt something he had felt in a long time, happiness. He took that feather as a sign that his life was going to change! Things were going to get better. Then, the warmth became stronger, no longer a gentle reminder of the feathers presence, but something more powerful. He began to sweat a bit, and his skin began to tingle.
       Angel’s concentration began to focus on the feather, and his senses dulled. All the young boy could feel was the warmth, and the feather resting on his palm. Fur started to sprout from all over him. It was a very deep shade of blue in some places, and white in others. His hands were grey, and underneath his old ratty sneakers, his feet were grey as well. He wanted to look down, and observe what he knew to be fur, but he something stopped him. He knew he could move, but some force convinced him not to.
       His nose felt strange, and so did his chin and lips. Angel searched his sensory memory to come up a better term to describe it, but It was the only was the only way. Not hot, not painful, just strange. They pulled out, stretching, and forming, almost a triangle shape, with a flat at one end, instead of a point. The fur there turned black, and the bottom white. Angel cringed a bit, as his teeth became incredibly sharp, witch gave off a white hot pain, but it faded soon.  
       His ears cracked and popped, as they moved up to the top of his head. Angel’s ears smoothed out, as the intricate curves that made up the outer ear disappeared. They grew longer, and pointed, as the more sensitive organs stayed in place on the top of his head.
       Then, there was a biting pain at his rear. His response to look back was once again foiled by a powerful suggestion. His spine stretched, vertebrae forming up and down the column, slowly constructing his long tail. The same blue fur covered it, with a snow white tip at the end.  As his tail finished growing, another biting pain was at the base of Angel’s finger and toe nails. They were sharpening, and became pointed. There was a brief feeling a heat on the bottom of his feet, as tough pads grew in.
       Then, as the heat slowly faded, and the transformation stopped, Angel finally managed to move his limbs. “What... What happened to me?!” He looked all over his body, taking in great detail all his new fur, and claws. Almost in a panic, he tore off his shirt, to observe more of the changes.  “I’m... I’m  dog!” He looked like one. Really, more of a dog, human cross.
       Then, as he was about to scream, his body failed him, and exhaustion invaded the depths of his mind. Angel’s knees gave out, and he caught himself quickly, before they gave out as well, and he collapsed.



       When Angel woke up, he found himself surrounded by a forest. It wasn’t too thickly wooded, but it was a forest. He pulled himself to his feet, and looked around. “Okay, I found and angel feather, and turned into this dog thing. Now I’m in the middle of this forest. Now what do I do?” The sun was shining. Little dots of it wormed their way through the entwining branches of the forest canopy above. Angel’s vision was more powerful though. “Must be the transformation.”
       He started to walk forward. He had no idea which cardinal direction it was, or were it headed, but it was a better option than just standing there. Angel was walking in that direction for a few hours, and as time passed, he started to feel hungry. His stomach growled and he put a paw on it. “Ohh, I need something to eat. I can hunt, and even if I could, I can’t cook anything!” The idea of eating any meat raw was really disgusting to him. “I know there are plants that are poisonous, but which one’s are they? I don’t want to eat something that will make me sick.”
       He kept wandering through the forest, his psyche at the mercy of every twig snapping around him. his new ears were super sensitive, far more sensitive than he was used to. Every time he stepped on the ground, it released an echo, making him think there was another animal out there. Having wished to get away from loneliness, he was still encased in it as long as he as in this forest, and the new frightening touch didn’t help. Something fell behind him. “yelp! oh, just a branch.” He continued on, heart beating just a little bit faster.
       He walked for another few minutes before he saw his saving grace. A clearing. He sprinted off to a large circle of light ahead of him. With his new body, he could really take off. He forced the hunger pangs racking his midsection out of his mind as he bolted to get out of the forest. As Angel ran into the opening, the boy saw something large and red in front of him. He tried to stop, but ran headlong into... something incredibly soft!
       “You must be Angel!” It was a friendly voice no doubt. Angel stepped back out of whatever he had run into, and saw. A dragon! It was a huge red dragon. Not huge as in size, as in fat! He had a massive belly in front of him, several chins, and every cubic inch of his limbs was saturated in fat. “I’m saint! It’s nice to meet you!” He stuck out his fat paw in greeting.
       Angel stood there dumbstruck. “Okay, first I’m changed into a dog, and then I meet a fat dragon. This is the weirdest day ever.” The dog shook paws in hello. though, one thing that was cool about the dragon, he had angel wings instead of dragon wings.
       “You must be hungry there. You look so skinny! Let me take you to my house, and I can make you some grub.” Well, if weight was any indication of cooking ability, then Angel had it made. It was so strange seeing a dragon fat. The only times he had ever seen them, they were athletic and muscular.  Saint turned around and walked towards a large Japanese style building.
       They walked into a large open room, full of red. The walls were red, the paintings were mainly red. It was over whelming with red! “You wait in this room, while I start on dinner.”
       “Wait, you’re really just going to make me dinner? We’ve never even met before!”
       “I know you’re angel, and I know you’re past. You need someone to love you, and that’s what I’m here for, to be your family. Now sit down! You should be comfortable while I start.” Saint walked out, leaving Angel sitting on a very large couch.
       “He’s here to be my family?” His prayer had been answered. “Well, he seems nice. I wonder if he has any good toys here?” The orphanage didn’t. He started thinking about his new life. A father was sent to take care of him. And it was a dragon! That was cool! Why he was so fat... Oh well, who cared?! If he was loving, what else mattered?
       “Okay Angel! It’s started cooking. To tide us over until then, I got out some cheese and crackers.” Saint was holding up a huge plate of cheese and crackers out. “Dig in!” He set it down on a coffee table, and sat down next to Angel, who tentatively reached out and grabbed some.
       “So, you’re going to be my dad?”
       The dragon smirked. “yep! I’m going to raise you to be a happy healthy doggy!” Saint rubbed him on the head, and hugged him into his massive belly.
       “umm, mister dragon sir, umm, why are you so fat?” He asked as quietly as he could, hoping not to anger his new father.
       “Well son, the best way to make people feel better is with a huge hug right?”
       “Okay.”
       “Well, fat is warm and soft! They make the hugs even better!” There, Angel agreed. This was the best hug he had every felt. Really, it was also one of the few. Saint tightened his hug on Angel, forcing him deeper into the dragon’s fat. “Plus, it feels great! Eating is fun, and so is feeling full! Being fat is over all good! Which is just another reason I’m so worried about you.”
       Saint released the pup from his stomach. “You’re so skinny! They didn’t feed you very well there, did they?”
       Angel, cringed a bit. “Can we not talk about that place.” Saint returned to hugging him.
       “Now now, don’t worry. I’m your family now, and no puppy of mine is ever going back to such a dark place. Now, eat up! You need to get nice and big like you papa!”
       That made Angel so happy, he almost cried. “Thank you... dad.”


       A month later.

       Angel was barely recognisable. If the type of dog he was, had ever been in question, it was definitely husky. Saint’s feeding program had really made him plump up, and he had fattened out into a nice half ton. Walking had become increasingly difficult. He and his father spent most of their time eating. Even when they were walking through the forest, they were eating snacks they carried with them.
       The puppy’s belly was twice as big as he used to be. It was tree feet in front of him, with his flabby arms resting on his large flanks. He had several chins, and his pudgy face made him look cherubic, and way too cute. Right now, he was sitting outside, enjoying the wind blowing through his fur, and over his massive body. Every now and again, and bird would land on his belly out of curiosity. That just made him giggle.
        *thud thud thud* It was the rumble of foot steps that always announced the precedes of Saint. “Hey son!” He rapped his arms around angel, pulling him into his massive dragon belly, as the two balls of fat smooshed together.
       “Hi dad!” He said as his tail started to wag.
       “1000 pounds! You came along nicely! Here, I have a present for you, to mark this.” Then, Angel felt something pressed against his shoulder blades, before pressure built up, and was released in an instant. The pup soon became aware of two new appendages.
       He turned his head around with a bolt to look at his back, and there, standing proudly, were two angel wings. “Oh!!!!! Thank you daddy!” The boy did the best he could to return a hug.
       “Oh, you won’t be able to fly anywhere with them, but I knew you would love them.”
       “I do daddy! I love them!” He fluttered them quickly, showing his happiness.
       “Now, let’s head back inside. Lunch is almost ready. We don’t want you losing any of those pounds!”