(This was a one shot I'd tried to do once, and forgot about it. Took today out to finish it up. Here you go.)

*Edit*: If this gets enough attention, I may start with some weight gain-related follow-ups.

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It was 3 A.M., and Teece was hungry. This was to be expected of course. After all, anyone who had so much as laid eyes on the vulpine could say without a shadow out a shadow of a doubt that Teece spent a sizeable amount of time hungry, satisfying his hunger, and stuffing his face even after he was full. Why would they say this? Well, that was a simple question with a delightfully simple answer.

Teece was fatter than a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving Day, and was so bloated with lard, it was a wonder he wasn’t bed-ridden yet.

Indeed, the fox was wider than he was tall, his swollen frame weighed down with an abundance of adipose. It started with his stomach, the monstrous machinination of too much time spent eating sweet, savory pizzas... Bloated as it was, it was a mass of rolls on either side of him, bunched up together in armies of blubbers that stretched his generous torso well past his knees. This was likely nature’s way of compensating for the rest of his ponderous size. Swollen calves the size of small children, thighs that had met together some hundred pounds ago and had refused to part. There were his hips–– Good God, his hips had more flare than pop singers, and his backside was no better, two giant cheeks surging out several feet behind him. They jiggled at the slightest mention of a breeze and were always threatening to send him toppling backwards. To put it bluntly, there was nothing small about Teece.

Not his lard-filled toes, or the boulders of fat that rested where his chest used to be.

Not his stubby, grease-coated paws.

Not the array of chins he had , or even his balloon-like cheeks.

Teece was not a small fox. He was fat and hungry.
That was why he was up now, waddling down the halls of his home, panting for breath with his hips brushing against the walls every now and again.Teece had to wonder, over the din of his constantly growling stomach and the smack! sounds of his fat-laden body slapping against itself, just how he had become so obscenely fat. He supposed it had stated when he was a boy. He was a plump cub, even in those days, always snacking on something as he whittled hours away with his favorite thing in the world: Television. His parents, rich and busy with the pressure of running a successful motor company, were like so many others, content to let the invention of broadcast television babysit their children. The results had been interesting, to say the least. over the years, without the pressure of a future in which he would have to work for a living, combined with snacks of every description on hand and nothing to do but watch television, he had nothing to do but grow up and swell out.

He remembered clocking in at about six hundred pounds in his senior year of highschool. Too big to fit into desks, to attend school, and left at home to study with online courses and snack all day on high-calorie junk food. That had been several years ago, before his parents died and left him with a nigh on infinite fortune, and nothing to spend it on but food and more food. Because he loved to eat, because he needed to eat to fill the hole left in his heart by his parents untimely demise.
And now here he was. Twenty-three, nearly eight hundred pounds, and eating his troubles away. It wasn’t a bad way to live, he supposed. At any rate, Teece had come upon his destination, sweating in rivulets as he panted for breath. Moving wasn’t as easy as it had been a few hundred pounds ago, but boy was it worth it, when he waddled into the room that could loosely be called a “kitchen”.

Loosely, at any rate.

The room he had stumbled in upon was more of a grand hall, dark paneled walls with lush and soft carpeting that supported mighty oaken tables and large, double-width chairs that were specially reinforced to handle Teece’s considerable girth. And that was just the dining area, which was separated from the kitchen that was currently in use by members of Teece’s staff, hired specifically to keep his table filled to the brim with calorie-laden foods at all time. Teece paused to catch his breath, preparing his body for the tiring process of moving his bloated bulk towards the chairs.

Teece took a breath, his stomach rumbling like a high-performance muscle car engine. He blanched and smacked a paw into his stomach, rubbing at and trying to soothe it. Just hold on, belly, he thought to himself. Alright, he was ready to move. He threw a leg forth, ponderous bulk swaying and jiggling even with the slightest shuffling of his legs. Then he threw another leg forth, and another, becoming quickly exhausted with all of this walking. Oh, he was going to stuff himself silly when the food finally came out.

Teece made it to the one of the tables and pulled up a chair, letting all of his fat come down upon the seat in a surging tidal wave of fat, his thighs spreading out below his billowing stomach, as the rest of him flapped against his sides. He sighed in relief, and closed his eyes, licking his chops as he began to think of all the delicious food he was going to eat. Ooh, he hoped that one of the chefs were cooking up something heavy in there. He was hungry! Teece licked his muzzle again, salivating as he waited for his food to come out.

He didn’t have to wait long. He opened his eyes, and there his food was, simply waiting for him. He smiled and licked his chops again, chubby cheeks bouncing up and down with the slightest motion. His staff was good, he had to give them credit. They were like magic, showing up and disappearing before he even had time to blink, leaving nothing but gourmand food in their wake. And that food was sitting in front of him now. In front of him now was a party platter’s worth of turkey, cut up with all the trimmings and dressed in enough gravy for him to go swimming in. Beside that lay a mixing bowl’s worth of mashed potatoes(Also flooded in rich, warm gravy.), and a few litres worth of soda, sitting in front of a pile of sweet, juicy roast beef. And that was just the food to start with. Teece smiled, knowing there were more delectable delights to come (Not that he’d ever notice.).

He started tearing into the turkey with his bare paws, not caring about the gravy splattering into his cherry red-and-white fur, as he started shoveling food into his gaping maw. Food began to disappearing into his cavernous belly at an alarming rate, as he tore through pound after pound of turkey. He was just starting to make a solid beginning against his overwhelming hunger when he switched over to the soda and beef. He screwed off the top of a two litre of root beer and started chugging away, sweet sugary contents spilling into his bottomless hole of a stomach. When he had emptied it, he discarded the plastic container and started chowing down on the beef, dipping hunks of it into his mashed potatoes and scarfing them down like there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. Chunk after chunk fell into his swelling gorge of a stomach, and he was just getting started. Ten minutes into his gorging session and all of his food was gone. He leaned back and pat his bloated stomach, giving a loud BURP!!! as he did so.

“Ah...”, He said to no one in particular. “What a great midnight snack. I wonder what’s next?”

“Next” came soon after he closed his eyes again. His mess had been cleared, save for the gravy stains on his fur of course. In the place of the food was another course: Three deep dish pizzas, with everything on it from sausage to chocolate (Odd as it may have sounded.) draped over their surfaces. Beside those were piles and piles of cinnamon sticks, drowned in butter and sugar frosting. He started salivating again, as his stomach let out another audible roar. Apparently it was not satisfied with just a “snack”, as Teece had put it. Well, never let it be said that Teece let himself go hungry. He started rolling up the pieces like so many burritos, the toppings and sauces spilling themselves over his chubby-cheeks and chest as he stuffed them down his hungry gullet. Every now and again, he let out a belch of satisfaction as he kept stuffing his growing hide. Whole pizzas were gone in the space of twenty minutes, and Teece went for those saucy cinnamon sticks soon after, finding himself getting somewhat close to actually feeling full. Bread sticks disappeared down his greasy gullet by the dozens, and he savored the sweet, buttery bread as it all slid down his throat. Again, he cleared his meal, and he leaned back to give another thoroughly satisfied BUUUUUUURP!!! like the giant greasy butterball of a slob that he was, as he rubbed at his monstrous belly.

He closed his eyes again, thick, food-covered paws beginning to rub at his lead-belly stomach. Food. So much glorious food was sitting in his stomach right now, and it was all so good. Teece had never been able to understand why people were so intent on being skinny. Why would you bother denying yourself the sheer pleasure of stuffing yourself day in and day out with all the delicious, gooey, succulent treats...The mere thought of it set Teece’s stomach a-growling, despite having just eaten enough to feed a large family or four. He licked some of the gravy and icing off his lips, while he started dreaming of what he’d eat next. He wanted something big and heavy to really quench his vigorous appetite. He opened his eyes again, and what he saw this time threw him for a loop. Cake. Chocolate. Several layers thicks, and just standing in front of him. How in the devil...?
His staff. He really did have to give them credit. He licked his chops and readjusted his seating. His bulky stomach was sitting on his lap like so many pounds of bricks, however soft it might have been. With that he gulped, and stuck his paws into the cake, tearing chunks out of it and stuffing it into his maw. He tore at it as fast as he could, but quickly found himself slowing down for how thick it was. He had to pace himself, as he was now full and getting fuller. Come on! He thought to himself. He’d tackled meals bigger than this before! This was just a snack. Dogged determination set in,and he started ripping hunks out of it like a monster possessed. He had one thought on his mind now. Just one. He wanted to get that cake inside of his monster gut. And so he ate and ate and ate, the cake slowly but steadily disappearing into his nearly bursting stomach. With one last mighty piece thrown down his gullet, Teece leaned back, rubbing his stomach and groaning as he let out an occasional belch.

“Oof...too much,” He moaned aloud. “Soooooooo good though...”
Teece was stuffed. Stuffed to the gills. And he was okay with that. He let himself drift off, then and there, thoughts about breakfast floating about in his brain as he went to sleep. He was full, and that was all that mattered.

And in the morning, he’d eat again.

Teece loved his life.