Since everyone kept asking me some sort of continuation for that New Year's Resolution picture two years ago, I came up with an idea like this. Since I couldn't keep the promise I made,  dagaishi 's gotta take the control and make me redeem those promises. And here's a little story I wrote to back this picture up:



I SHOULD HAVE KEPT THAT NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!


It was the night of the Christmas Eve. I was laying on my back in my comfortable futon bed, sleeping heavily. I can't remember exactly what I was dreaming about, but I could smell various kinds of snacks and meals while asleep. Not so surprisingly, the dream had probably something to do with food, as always in my case. I was able to recognize couple of scents which were very dear for me: cheesy pizza pies, hamburgers with extra greasy patties, pancakes with butter and syrup, buttery popcorns, spicy hot dogs, grilled sausages, freshly baked doughnuts and cupcakes... I could swear there was even a scent of christmas ham flowing in my nostrils every once in a while. Clearly, I was having a great, tasty kind of dream.

All of a sudden I felt like something light-weighted landed on top of my belly right over my belly button. Not that there was much of an impact involved with such a bump, but it was still hard enough to wake me up. With my sleepy eyes I was able to see that there indeed was something laying on my belly. Something small, something brown. The smell was familiar, something that I already had dreamed about. I stared at the brown blob 'till my drowsy vision cleared up. And there it was... one single muffin placed on top of my belly.

I had no idea how that cupcake had made its way on my belly since I was living in my apartment alone. Nobody had access in my house. Nobody could have put the cupcake on my belly while I was asleep. Although that cupcake looked very delicious with it's frosting. I tried to reach for the cake and grab that muffin with my paws... but I couldn't move my arms. Something was banging loudly against the bed behind my head. I turned to look, only to notice my arms were handcuffed on the bed. I couldn't get up on my own. And I was starting to panic.

Before I was even able to think of who could have done something like this to me, I noticed something even more interesting than just a single cupcake on my belly. Whoever did this, had also placed tons of other goods right next to me on the bed. There seemed to be everything a fatty like me would love to have for a midnight snack. Pizzas, burgers, hot dogs, doughnuts, chips, popcorn, chocolates, sweets, cookies... just like I had dreamed of moments ago. I felt like my dream was coming into reality in a really weird way, almost like something from a horror novel. Too bad I couldn't eat any of the food because of the handcuffs. I tried to move my legs but they were cuffed as well. I also accidentally poured some of the popcorn on my bed with my cuffed legs.

"Maybe this is suppose to be some sort of torture. I can only watch and smell the food, but not actually eat it. And I can't walk away either. How rude!", I thought to myself.

While trying to figure out what the heck is going on in my house, I suddenly heard footsteps behind the wall. Someone had actually managed to break into my apartment and was roaming around the house. And judging from the sound, the intruder was gathering some kind of objects together. The noises were sharp and clinky. As if all kinds of kitchen utensils were mashing against eachother. After a while, footsteps started to get closer and louder. He was clearly walking back to my bedroom. As the door opens, some red and white furred, pudgy guy walks in, carrying various spoons, forks, knives, glasses and plates in his arms. It didn't take long 'till I recognized who 'the mastermind' behind this whole affair was: my skunkfox (skox for short) buddy, Dagaishi.

"So you finally managed to wake up from your wet dream, gatortubbs? That's good!"

He didn't really give me much of a time to respond back. I had literally millions of questions to ask about this whole episode. At the very least I would have wanted to know what the fuck were these handcuffs supposed to mean? Why am I locked in my bed? I've no issue him hanging in my apartment, but geez! I was not expecting this when I wake up. Understatement of the year, I'm a bit confused at the moment. Could you please explain, what're you planning to do with me? Is that kind of explanation too much to ask? Clearly it is, because I wasn't getting any answers just yet. Instead, that fat ass skox approached me and my bed full of snacks, pointed some of the goods laying there and said:

"See all those treats next to your massive figure? Those are all for you, you lucky bastard! You, and only you, will get to eat all of that 'junk'. Better yet, there appears to be dozens of Christmas sacks behind your bed, filled with more goodies. Someone has been a very good boy this year, it seems."

Skox took a few steps closer to me. He leaned towards me with his paws against my gut and stared right at my eyes. There were only few inches distance between our snouts.

"But same cannot be said about your behaviour before that."

I had no clue what he was talking about. But again, before I was able to say anything back (other than mumble in confusion and panic), he asked from me:

"Remember that new year's resolution that you made two years ago, but you never kept? You promised to triple your weight in one year, simple as that. That's how it went, right?"

I slowly nodded as a reply. I now knew exactly what he was talking about, but I hated to admit he was right about the non-redeemed resolution. I, indeed, had made such a promise in the past. But I never could afford financially such a gain for myself, so I had to let it go for the time being.

"Also, remember how you always brag about your eating habits? You know, the various ways you can handle and destroy buffet restaurants out of their business? You keep telling that your 'stomach is bottomless', right?", Skox asked with a demanding look on his face.

Again, I couldn't help but to nod slowly as a 'yes'. Admittedly, my stomach can pack some serious amounts of food in itself, but I guess even my stomach isn't really 'bottomless', as I keep saying to all my friends. I just haven't ever reached my limits, so to speak. I've no clue how far I can push myself. In most of the cases, when the food runs out, I'm left to carve more filling into my belly to satisfy my hunger. Yet there's no more food to eat up.

"Today, we're gonna put your gluttony into an ultimate test. You're also going to redeem your resolution this time."

Wait, he can't possibly mean that...

"I'm here to help you triple your weight, gatorbutt!"

...

Now I'm feeling nervous. This can turn very ugly, very quickly. I may not survive through all this madness.

"I'm gonna make sure you'll eat every single piece of food there is to offer in these sacks. I'll take care of you for the rest of the year, the few days that's left of it. I'm going to feed you constantly with more, more and more treats, no matter how stuffed and bloated you feel like. I'll rub and knead the fuck out of that jiggly body of yours to make you feel more comfortable and accelerate your digestion. All you really need to do, my scaly friend, is to open up that deep maw of yours every once in a while and chomp away. I'll take care of the rest. And just to make sure you'll stick with the plan... handcuffs!", Skox said, waving the key of handcuffs in front of my snout, his grin growing bigger and bigger the more he kept going with his speech.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be fed in my bed and spoiled with bellyrubs and little kisses... in any other situation imaginable than this. I'm really concerned that I may end up dead before we finish 'the meal'. I'm not ready for this! All I wanna do is to get the hell out of here. As tempting as a free meal may sound like, this is just too much for me to handle.

Skox approached me again. This time he gave a few strong pats to my enormous gator belly. My girth jiggled for good five seconds at least. I hate to say this, but it felt actually pretty good. Skox seemed to be pretty satisfied as well. He kept drumming that belly of mine couple of more times, starting at those fatwaves like mesmerized.

"You look like you've actually managed to gain some weight on your own. Now how much do you weigh at the moment again?"

Oh, so NOW you're actually waiting for me to answer to your stupid question? Thanks a lot... I would have needed this kind of break a few minutes ago.

I had to think for a moment and do some calculations before my final answer. Considering what I had eaten during the past few weeks, all the calories consumed, the amount of exercise I've done (which is none), I came into the conclusion:

"777 pounds..."

Skox snickered and rubbed his hands together. He was acting very excitedly.

"That's the same answer I got when I weighed you! Seven must be your lucky number, big guy."

After that, Skox took a pencil and a piece of paper behind his back.

"Now then... If we multiply that by three, what do we get?"

"...over 2300 pounds?"

I had to gulp after I said that out loud. That was a ridiculous number to reach by gaining. Even Skox huffed some after the math he made.

"2331 pounds, to be exact. Oh boy... I guess it's better get crackin'!"

Skox cracked his knuckles and turned around. He walked over a table and grabbed a plate full of pancakes, covered in a thick layer of syrup and butter. The feast was about to start, and just for a final blow for the situation, my belly started to rumble like crazy. I was actually getting hungry in the middle of this bondage act. I was blushing red like a fire truck.

"Ah, seems like we're finally ready to start", Skox chuckled and brought the pancake plate next to me.

Well... If I'm actually getting hungry now, I might as well enjoy the ride and play along. Since I don't even know when I'm going to hit my limits, this just might be a lot of fun. Maybe I'm really able to get myself through this task. I mean, it's a very unlikely scenario. When was the last time you saw someone gain up three times of his own weight in a week?

But again, since no one really knows how much food my stomach is capable to digest at once, I might as well listen to my belly and eat some friggin' food for now. Skox is already rolling a pancake slice into a more edible shape. After that, he brings the rolled pancake slice in front of my face and says the magic words:

"Open wiiiiide!" ­­






Let me know if you find typos from the text or sentences that doesn't make sense to you English speakers. Other than that, enjoy. And Merry Christmas for all ya!