So I wrote a bit of a story for this one. It was all mostly stream of thought, with little to no editing. So... probably terrible xD

Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12249353/
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12282285/
Part 3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12291895/
Part 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12673875/

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Maybe it was hormones, maybe sugar levels or some other sort of biological fault. Maybe it was divine punishment, or fate of another variety. The fact of the matter was there was a hole in Jennifer that more often then not couldn't be filled, no matter how many burgers she crammed down her throat. This wasn't any particular fault of the burgers, no the greasy little treats did their job well enough, rather Jenny's wallet was the one to blame for this short coming. She simply didn't have enough money to gorge until she was feeling full. And the few times in her life she'd been able to fill herself to the brim? She hadn't been able to see over her stomach, let alone reach past it.

It was a few days until Christmas and Jenny sat perched on the edge of her couch. Well, her stomach was perched at least, hanging well over it and causing the once rather expensive leather couch to buckle in the middle beneath her. She'd broken five of her mother's chairs in the years since she'd been staying with the older jackal and had received no shortage of criticism for it. With her usual disapproving, grumpy little scowl, her mother would say things like 'Jeez, maybe if you weren't too fat to fit in a chair' followed by something like 'you would be able to find a boyfriend', 'you'd be able to fit through doors', 'you'd have a job' or her personal favourite, 'You wouldn't be 23 years old and living at your mother's place. Honestly, it's pathetic'.

Right now she was losing herself in an xbox game. The hippo didn't really like console games that much but she'd broken her computer chair last time she tried to sit down in it and she couldn't afford to replace it – let alone replace it with something that could stand her weight and girth. She couldn't see the monitor past her breasts anyway. Her mother was wandering around the house, collecting her things before she went out.

"Don't forget to pick up the Christmas groceries!" The jackal called to Jennifer, picking up her purse and keys. "Seriously, I know you hate walking in this heat but we've hired the large trolley and I have to visit your sick aunt. I'd walk down and /you/ could visit your aunt, if you were thin enough to fit in a car." The comment was laced with venom to match her disapproving look, but Jenny ignored both. She was well used to her family's brand of 'tough love' by now. She continued playing her game. Satisfied that her daughter wouldn't forget after a jab at her weight like that, Jenny's mother opened the door and padded out. As she did Australia's fierce summer heat pushed its way sluggishly into the house causing a thin film of sweat to appear over Jenny's forehead. Sweat was one of the reasons she missed her fur most, she never used to glisten as much as she did now that she was a hippo. But thankfully her skin seemed designed to expel the heat from her body. Sure she felt like a portable heater, but at least she didn't overheat. At over 800lb of hippo, most of that in her gut, she was thankful for every concession she got. Not that she had anyone to blame but herself.

The clock above the TV read 11AM, Jenny knew that it would get unbearably hot if she waited too long. She'd have to go now, or she'd never make the trip home. Groaning, the hippo switched the game off and slowly rose to her feet. Now, not only did the couch creak but the foundations of the house seemed to groan beneath her. The wooden floorboards, despite what she felt must have been concrete beneath them, seemed determined to whine with her every step. She stretched, feeling the sausage-like sack of flab that were her arms strain to lift their own weight, before tugging back down her blue shirt. It barely covered the uppermost portion of her massive gut but since she refused to wear dresses that could double as circus tents it was the best she had. Her shorts, which she needed help getting into, were still snug about her behind. Perhaps too snug. She'd have to make a note to try and buy a bigger brand. Or maybe find a skirt that would fit her... Jenny's breath began to come to her in shallow waves, as if she were to start panting in the very anticipation of exercise. Maybe she was! Her stomach growled hungrily, reminding her that as always it was a pit awaiting nourishment. She ignored it, it was the reason she was so big in the first place! Steeling herself with what reserve she could muster, Jenny waddled towards the doorway which had been widened since the fifth time she'd gotten wedged in it.

Heat wasn't the only trial of the outside world for a morbidly obese hippopotamus. No, the world was built for smaller people, there was no doubt about it. And smaller people resented a large jiggling boulder taking up their space. As Jenny slowly waddled, already red cheeked and sweating a small river, she took up the entirety of the footpath. Her massive gut sat around her like a jiggling monster truck tire and hung well over even the nature strip beside her. It brushed against fences and, when people didn't get out of the way quite fast enough, other pedestrians. Others would make a show of not getting out of her way, forcing the hippo to detour around them. This would take the better part of a few minutes as when one is over 800lb of flab one starts to value momentum a hell of a lot. It's harder to start up again if you stop and Jenny wasn't looking forward to spending five to ten minutes as a panting heap of flab sitting on the side walk if she lost her energy before she got to the shops.

She'd say the worst part would be the looks that she received, but Jenny would be lying. Worse then the looks and the mutters behind her back, the uttered comments of 'pig' and 'how could she let herself go so much?', was the actual exercise. It was murder! Hell! Fire crept through every part of her body. It snaked around her bones and surged through her muscles, it coated her shifting, jiggling rolls of blubber like oil. She was panting and gasping for breath before she'd made it a few minutes. Thankfully it would only be a few more until she got to the shops, and there was a lovely little ice cream parlour nestled beside the grocery store that she loved to visit. They made the best giant sundaes.

Finally, after hauling her fat, tired ass all the way to the shops, scoffing down the quickest sundae she'd had, Jenny waddled through the doors of the supermarket. Bright red spilled across her cheeks like the sweat that already stained her armpits as nearly every head in the store turned to view the mountain that had entered. One of the shop clerks paled as if she expected Jenny just to start eating everything in sight. In truth, although the idea was mortifying it did have a certain appeal to it. She might even do it, if it wouldn't mean getting locked up or sent to a psychiatric ward. And she very much doubted they had enough food for her in a place like that. After a moment, with an almost apologetic and sheepish look on her face, Jenny waddled up to the nearest store clerk and handed him a piece of paper. It was a receipt for her mother's order. It was the product of a few minutes scurrying around on their part to have a massive trolley loaded up with all the Christmas groceries a family could need if they were feeding ten people. For every day of the week. Which wasn't far from the truth, Jenny's mother was expecting a lot of people to turn up for Christmas, not something the hippo herself was looking forward to. Family reunions always brought about embarrassing questions. And the younger members tended to try and use her as a bouncing castle.

It was a bit of a struggle, but with the help of a blushing shop attendant Jenny managed to grip the handles of the trolley. They bit into her flab something shocking, forcing large portions of her blubber bloated body to spill both over and under the handles and around the trolley, but at least she could guide it out of the store. And so, still blushing, her tail swatting the air behind her as she waddled, Jenny left. Back into the furnace of summer outside.

That was another reason she hated Christmas, Jenny considered as she waddled along the street. Summer. It was insufferable, it had been bad for as long as she could remember, she'd always preferred the cool to the heat, but since she'd hit the 500lb mark her body had seemed like an oven. She just trapped heat and circulated it around her blubber until her very bones felt like they'd melted into jello. Panting and huffing once more, the obese hippo wondered if she'd even make the journey home. With each step her energy faded, the sundae sitting in her stomach like a lead weight. With each step the burning desire to toss herself down on the pavement and lay there panting until she was ready to get up again grew. It consumed her mind. She was exhausted. What was the harm in a little break, anyway?

The groceries. Ah yes, some of them were cool. Tubs of ice cream, flavoured milk of every kind, they were glistening in the roasting sunlight. Begging to be cooled. But she couldn't do it! A block or two away from her house, Jenny slowed her crawling pace to a stop. The wheels of the trolley creaked, and then everything was still, save her stomach which puffed in and out as she panted for breath. She leaned against the massive trolley and its load, pretending she couldn't feel the metal starting to warp underneath her weight. People walked around her, either side. One of them, a tiger, elbowed her gut as he did, perhaps feeling some sort of insult in having to walk off the path to accommodate her rest.

In truth? Jenny hardly noticed. Her eyes were fixed with unparalleled intensity on the milk and ice cream. Surely they'd have gone bad by the time she brought them home. Surely. It's not her fault she's so big, it's not her fault she had to take a break. So why let perfectly good ice cream and milk go to waste? Wouldn't it be better to eat it all now? Whilst it was still good? She didn't really need much convincing. Whilst Jenny felt a little guilty as she reached over for the huge bottle of strawberry milk, the guilt only served to fuel her anticipation. It would be so deliciously naughty of her... to consume so much food... steal it from her own mother. She would sound like a waterballoon as she waddled back through the door, and when her mother returned to see her bloated gut resting on the floor... Jenny shivered with delight and raised the bottle to her lips. The cool liquid flowed like elixir into her, a much needed chill spreading from her throat to her chest and finally resting in her stomach. It wasn't much of a chill, compared to the oppressive heat that bore down on her from all sides, but as she chugged down every drop of the many litre bottle Jenny realised it would be the first of many. She burped, rather unlady like, and not caring what the others thought of her any more tossed the empty bottle over her shoulder, reaching for the next with her free paw. Bottles of milk disappeared like they were nothing. To Jenny, maybe they really were nothing. Her stomach looked big enough to easily contain a person, what was a couple of bottles of milk to her? But it wouldn't be just a couple. She kept reaching for the next one, her stomach starting to slosh loudly and strain, pushing forward inch after inch. She started to bloat as her throat worked to chug down each refreshing litre.

And then came the icecream, little more then half frozen slush by the time Jenny peeled their lids off. Without a spoon of any kind she scooped what few solid chunks there were into her large mouth, swallowing them whole, before lifting up the container and gulping down what remained. The containers were big, and with each empty one she tossed over her shoulder her stomach grew inches. Inches closer to the ground, inches closer to full. It was delightful and she couldn't stop. Not even if she wanted to. Her arms seemed a little thicker, her cheeks puffing up as her stomach worked double time to digest. Her rear tested the seams of her shorts and her shirt was pushed up to contain only her breasts. The massive and growing hippo started to pant again but this breathlessness wasn't born out of exercise, but the rate of her greedy consumption. It felt so right though, and when the last canister of icecream hit the ground behind her Jenny didn't hesitate for a moment to lay her thick, sausage fingered paws on the next item in the trolley. A massive Christmas ham. Her teeth, large as they were, made short work of it, ripping the meat into chunks so big most people wouldn't be able to work it into their throats. One after another, items in the trolley started to disappear and in their place? Jenny's gut seemed to balloon out. She waddled over to the side of the trolley, dipping her snout into it and gorging like a pig at a trough. She didn't care for wrapping or packages, they were spat out as soon as she'd sucked every morsel from within. And beneath her breasts her stomach pushed out, her thighs thickened behind her, butt cheeks like balloons softened and turned into massive, sagging bean bags. Her shorts burst off of her, falling to the ground in rags to be followed shortly by her shirt.

People gave the pig of a hippo horrified looks as they walked past and why? Why did Jenny do this to herself? Some part of her brain was ticking away like crazy as it tried to answer the question, the rest of her body content with making a hog out of her. Making a balloon out of her. Why did she push so much food into her gut? Because she was hungry. She was always hungry. And here, for one of the very few times in her life, was a chance to relieve that pain. A chance to be full. Sure, at the expense of her mother, but that was the only price. And ultimately after how her mother treated her, Jenny didn't really mind paying that price.

Strained and only getting more strained all the time, Jenny's heart played a fast beat in her chest as she gorged herself in the climbing heat of day. Of course the heat, the people, the way her clothes peeled themselves off her in tatters, it all faded to grey. Nothing but the food mattered. It was a state she'd been in before, but not often with this amount of food in front of her. Crumbs littered her cheeks and fell between her breasts. Grease flowed in little streams down her blubbery body. Smears of this sauce or that clung to her face and lips in between the times when she'd wipe herself on her arm. She didn't really have anything else she could use. Even then her sweat would only spread things around a bit. She didn't notice her massive, churning, angry gut sag against the floor or begin to creep across it. She didn't notice the sounds of her tortured and stretching hide as it tried to encompass the mass of food she ingested. She didn't notice the sounds of her own digestive system, stomach trying bravely to get to work on digesting the many different foods it had been presented with. She didn't notice much, until her fingers scraped the bottom of the trolley, feeling the cool metal. And then, with a jolting little shock, she awoke from her half-trance.

The world was suddenly a heavier place, or maybe it was just Jenny. Reeking of the food she'd just eaten, the hippo tried to wipe as much of her face as she could on her arms which had only grown larger. Of course, beyond the horrified realisation that she was naked was the fact that her stomach actually touched the ground! She squeaked, her heart racing as she tried to stand up straight and lift herself off the pavement. Her legs wobbled, her spine hurt, but after a few moments of panting and straining Jenny managed to lift her massive, food filled gut off the ground. And just as well, she figured, she needed to walk home and get out of this heat as soon as possible! The consequences of her feast could wait. At least... until her mother got home and discovered her. But the sheer weight of her body was too much to handle She leaned back against the fence, hoping to find some support. Something to help her in her fight against gravity. That was when she heard it. A sound that sent shivers up her already burning spine. The splinter and crunch of wood. She was so fat the entire wooden fence was warping around her, breaking like straw! Jenny couldn't believe it, but nor could she take her own weight on by herself. She had no choice but to keep against the fence until she could recover her breath, and hope it didn't give up entirely on her. The wood continued to crunch and snap, but thankfully it didn't give out, allowing her a few minutes of panting respite. "Oh Jenny..." Not the first and not the last time she'd talk to herself in that same disappointed tone. To add to the pressure of needing to get out of the heat, she now had to waddle away as fast as she could, lest someone notice she'd demolished a fence and demand she pay for it. A luxury she couldn't afford, being jobless as she was.

A panic was starting to well up inside her, oozing through her mind with dark fear when a timid little voice begged for her attention.

"E-excuse me miss but... would you like some help?"

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