Lindsay stood in the hallway of a mall, the air conditioned and cool air pleasant in the hot summer months. Adjusting herself as she looked into her reflection in the glass window, she wondered if she had dressed properly. All the bottom-heavy cow wore was tight jeans and a top that exposed her slightly pudgy midriff. Her hands soon groped it, and she blushed slightly holding that fat that had grown recently on her middle, and blushed even harder when she saw a passing wolf girl- tall and busty- stare quite fondly at her heavy butt.
 
It gave her such a combination of arousal and embarrassment to be eyed like that, and with a booty as rounded as hers Lindsay got plenty of looks, but she wasn’t here to pick up dates. Stepping back from the window, she slipped the small card out of her pants pocket.
 
“Dusk’s Art Studio: One free portrait.”
 
It had been a gift from a friend, and she had put off coming here for quite some time. As embarrassed as she was with her weight, it was about time she actually followed up on this. Getting a cute portrait certainly sounded fun, even if her friends had teased her about this, apparently this artist was known to them and they said he’d “add a few pounds”- as if he needed to.
 
The cow soon stepped into the lobby, and rang the bell at the desk before leaning over it and relaxing. Looking around, she was surrounded by some rather revealing art of other women. Embarrassingly they were all heavy and framed to highlight it. Lindsay rolled her eyes, her friend must have thought it proper to send her to a ‘specialist’, either to tease her or because she was just that thick.
 
A half minute later a short umbreon in a fine business suit emerged from the back room, and his eyes were drawn to her cleavage just like any red-blooded male could be expected to. Lindsay blew her hair out of her eyes and furrowed her brow, signaling subtly enough that her eyes were up here.
 
The umbreon simply smiled at her and came to the desk, plopping himself down in the chair, “Welcome to my studio, I’m Dusk. What can I do for you?” he inquired.
 
Lindsay pushed the card across to him, “One free portrait, as promised.”
 
The umbreon nodded, and slipped that card into the desk before turning his eyes back on her. “Colour, or monochrome, and do you have any props?”
 
Lindsay hadn’t even thought of that, and blinked at the idea. “I… don’t, and colour I guess.”
 
The umbreon slipped back out of his chair and pivoted about, gesturing Lindsay to follow, “Colour it is then, please make yourself comfortable…”
 
Lindsay followed him to the back room, and found it to be a relatively large room with a few screens for backgrounds and different items for posing or leaning on. There were a few couches, a small pillar to stand on, and plenty of lamps mounted around. Towards the back there was a rack of customs as well, and Lindsay blushed slightly at how obviously they were all at least XL. Another reminder she let herself go, like she had needed it.
 
Dusk guided her to a series of mirrors, and stood back for her. “Would you like to be framed from the front, or the back?”
 
Lindsay stood before those mirrors and inspected herself, running her hands down her curves while she looked her body over. Over the winter she had put on weight- and she knew that- but it she hadn’t had a good look at her rear in a while. Her plus-sized ass had easily become large enough to dominate her whole form, and stuck out nearly a half-foot behind her! Every small movement made it wobble, as all the adipose crammed in her back end jiggled.
 
With a firm blush growing on her face Lindsay spoke softly, her ears flattened against her head. “T-the rear, please,” she spoke, and turned to the nearly-drooling umbreon.
 
Dusk had clearly been staring, and yet there was somehow not as much of a negativity to it as with some men that leered at her. The way he looked at her was almost as if he considered her a work of art, and he nodded happily at her suggestion, “Perfect! I was hoping you’d say that, I can frame you just right to make it look even bigger.”
 
Lindsay’s eyes went a little wide, “B-Bigger?”
 
Dusk nodded again, and gestured for her to follow to one of the well-lit backdrops. “Of course, why else would you come to me? I specialize in making the best-looking girls look better… I make curves curvier, and you’re not lacking in those to begin with.”
 
By this point Lindsay was blushing like a ripe tomato, but followed Dusk’s directions and stood before the canvas. She turned herself with her rear facing him, and he began to paint her in a feverish flurry of creative activity. It was quite something to watch him work, and the room was filled with music while he set to paint her portrait.
 
Even from where Lindsay was standing, she could tell Dusk was painting her… big. The way he drew curves with the paintbrush was quite obvious after all, and he glanced up and down at her all the time, making sure he got things right. To her surprise it only took around a half hour before it was done, and the gleeful umbreon smiled and looked out to her.
 
Dusk stood up from his seat, and gestured Lindsay over. “Normally it’s girls with guts I get, you’re unique- come have a look,” he spoke, and met her with a happy smile as Lindsay approached.
 
Once Lindsay had stepped over and seen what Dusk had painted, she was astonished. She knew she was pear shaped, and overweight, but what she was looking at was something else. Her rear was at least twice as wide as her middle, and that wasn’t thin in itself! It was even larger than her breasts, which were already big, and it gave her a bottom-dominated figure that barely seemed able to fit into her tight pants. She kept looking between that painting, and herself, but the blush on her face faded and became more of a curious feeling. Not a bad feeling, an interesting mixture of curiosity and maybe some degree of arousal.
 
Lindsay almost envied the cow on the painting, and glanced down at herself. Her friends weren’t kidding when they said being drawn by Dusk added a few pounds, and yet she almost felt like it was a good thing.
 
Dusk was happy to see her happy, and beamed with a bright smile as he enjoyed the way Lindsay’s lips soon turned into a joyous grin. Soon she turned to him, and leaning over for the shorter umbreon gave him a firm peck on the lips.
 
“I love it,” Lindsay said simply, as the umbreon seemed to stare past her with a bright blush growing on his face. “Maybe I’ll come back next winter, I seem to get bigger ever year…” she teased.
 
Dusk blinked, and then fell to the floor like a sack of bricks, fainting from the very idea. Lindsay giggled, and rolled her portrait up before departing and leaving them both with some good memories.