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Warning! Story contains:
Weight gain!
Slob! (Oh, my god, slob? This guy's a frickin' weirdo...)
Excessive gorging.
Random throw-away-characters!
Gluttony!
OH. AND THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT WARNING.
*Looks around*
...THERE ARE WORDS IN THIS STORY.
I REPEAT.
WORDS.
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE WORDS TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW.
She called it love at first sight.
It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
And in all her life, she would never be happier, but with this one, single sight.
It was an all you can eat buffet.
Vay was by no means, what you would call your average girl, and if you couldn’t tell why already, it had to do with her obsessions with food. Ever since our chubby, scarlet-onyx vixen had been a little kit, she’d had a certain love for food. Whenever snack time would roll around in her early class days, she would always find her stomach grumbling for more. The same could be said for whenever she ate, really. On any given day of her childhood, Vay could recall eating, trying to find enough food to satiate her unslakable hunger. For the most part this was a habit allowed, and actually indulged by, the girl’s parents. Having grown up in hard times,only to eventually make something of themselves, they never wanted their daughter to ever have to want for anything the ways they did. So it was, that up until the time that girl was twelve, she would always be allowed to have seconds of anything, be it breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I say until twelve, that she was always allowed to have seconds. This because when she hit the magical number thirteen, she was allowed to have thirds.
And fourths....
You see where this leads us.
Food was never off the table, in her eyes. Granted, it usually was, given that it was being shoved in her mouth, but alas, the point that is that all her life, she’d never wanted for anything but more food. Weight had been kept at bay by a metabolism bestowed upon her by the very gods themselves. Not really, but that was how her parents liked to put it. And one supposed that with as much as she ate, it was a blessing in and of itself that she was only some odd two-hundred pounds.
All that was about to change however. Twenty-one? Finally coming into her own?The freedom to make her own decisions? Sure, there were those people who had their whole lives ahead of them. People who would go on to be nobel prize winners, and great scientists, and wealthy(but not as wealthy as her) business moguls. Those were the future kings and queen of the world at large. Vay could have been any of that, certainly, but...
Well? Vay didn’t care as long as she got her food.
Which brought us back to today. It was her day, today. She’d finally moved away from the housing of her parents in the suburbs; as far away as possible, actually, heading on out to a little lithe, coastal town. It was a simple place, with simple, if not...portly people. At first her parents had questioned the move, but in truth? It had nothing to do with them personally, really.Vay had simply never felt...at home in her own housing. In the end, everything about her seemed to revolve around her not having enough of something. Enough comfort, enough food. Well, today was the end of all that. Her two story home, her comfy little wooden home out on a lonely beach was all squared away. Everything was packed, and her day was free. That only left one thing to do, really! She had driven into the city, off to find the first place she could that looked like it had good food and enough of it to keep her satisfied. What she had found was a good and sturdy looking building garbed in colors of blue and gray and orange; a place by the name of “Sweet N’ Savory”, with a sun depicted in the “o”. It was by no means a humble building, though the color scheme was simple. No, Vay walked in those doors and she was greeted with a sight that simply basked in its own magnificence. After all, you walked in, and a soft, almost inviting golden light streaked across the room; driving your attention towards the food that was being prepared in every nook and cranny available. From any point in the room you could see the booths and tables, most of them almost within arm’s reach of some sort of tray, or some other standing kitchenette. Stands where mouth-watering steaks sizzled as they cooked upon buttered up stoves, or turkey even. Whole, turkeys. Being deep fried, baked, however one wanted them. And past that, there was actually a station devoted to an entire store’s worth of chinese food. Looking at it all, there didn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to the room, its setup, or the food nearby, outside of a simple rule that it be there, and that it be delicious.
Like Vay said.
“...It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, now someone likes her food.”
Vay suddenly yelped, startled to see some--...You know. Somewhere out in the universe. Vay was pretty certain that someone must have lost their super buff alien child; partly because she always enjoyed super heroes, but more so because there was this...woman-thing towering over her. She couldn’t readily identify her species. Vay lived in her comfy little suburb home all her life. She’d be hard pressed to recognize a hybrid species like the one before her. So she just sat there, trying to figure out why that lynx had wings. More so, she was trying to figure out, not only why that Lynx had wings, but why she had muscles bigger than Vay’s head. Why was she so tall? More importantly, how did she find clothes that fit? The lynx-avian hybrid in question seemed to be the perfect specimen of equal parts ferocity and vivaciousness. So while she stood at seven feet even, with muscles that honestly could have crushed a man’s skull by flexing, she stood with some modicum of curves to match; the likes of which sent her easy going “Life is a beach” shirt, and khaki shorts to the straining points around her...everywhere. Her bulging biceps, her thighs--...yes, her chest. It was a stunning sight to see for someone used to the...softer, people of this city in particular. And it wasn’t Vay’s fault. Anyone might have found themselves dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the sight before them; a fact the stranger seemed to be well aware of as she smiled and let Vay take it all in. Of course when Vay couldn’t take all in, and sat there staring like an idiot, she actually had to speak and make sure the vixen in question was alive.
“Uh...ma’am? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Do I need to get you to a hospital?”
Vay snapped out of it then, if not with an undue amount of stammering as she tried (And failed) to come back to her senses. “O-oh! Yes! I am A-okay. Very good. Such good. Many okay. Wow.”
The stranger blinked again and waved at Vay. “...You just quoted Doge at me. Are you sure you’re alright? C’mon, what’s your name? You remember your name?”
Vay just sat there, shifting from dumbfounded to confused, to just straight-up embarrassed. What was she supposed to say? “Oh, hello there giant Amazon. Pliss, no death by snu-snu...noooo. No.” She’d been sitting here making herself look like an idiot now for gods only knew how many minutes, and now this person thought she was retarded and slow and stupid and ugly because she was here and sweats and then this person looked like a beast what did you do it was so awkward oh sweet gods someone kill her please take her out of her--
Vay closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
...Sometimes. It can be difficult. Not to be overran by one’s insecurities.
Oh, it can be difficult.
“I’m..okay. Really.” She said with a smile she didn’t quite feel. “S-sorry, just uhm..yeah. My name’s Vay. And uhm. Yes. About the food thing, I mean. I like my food a lot.” Oh, it could be difficult, sometimes impossible not to let your feelings scream inside your head, and pound you into submission. But Vay could take a few steps at a time, and this stranger, whoever she was, could help too by not making a large deal out of her awkwardness. Indeed, the big gal just smiled, and nodded.
“Right. Well, you’re in the right place for good food.” She said with a smirk. “ ‘m Lindsay, by the way. Welcome to Sweet ‘N Savory by the way. Where the food’s always divine, and right on time.” She said with a softer smile.
Vay looked at Lindsay bashfully, her ears flicking back a bit. “Heh. Thanks. You say that like you work here, y’know.” She said, not really thinking much about what she’d said. If Lindsay had actually worked here, Vay was pretty sure all that muscle would have been swapped out with padding of a softer variety. Vay actually took the time out to imagine what it would be like to actually be that heavy, and felt an odd tingling inside of her. Elation, maybe? Possibly, but then again, she could have just been rather hungr--
“Work? Nono. Work is for the lesser beings.” She said with a smirk, obviously joking as most of her staff was competent and happy-looking enough. “I own Sweet ‘N Savory.”
“Oh!....Oh.”
Lindsay just laughed at Vay’s reaction, slapping her on the back with an arm that must have at one point in its time served as the pillar of god for all the power it had. Vay whoofed, trying not to look like it hurt too much while Lindsay kept on grinning, and grinning.... At any rate, the Lynx just rolled her eyes and started guiding poor Vay towards one of the way stations; this one in particular holding what looked to be enough fried dumplings, and chicken, to feed a small starving african nation.For about a year. Vay’s stomach didn’t exactly growl. No, it was more like purring. The kind of purring you got from nice, subtle things, like sports engines, and aboriginal cat women in heat. Really subtle. Almost as subtle as a freight train even! It was almost embarrassing. No, scratch that, it was embarrassing. And suddenly Vay was wondering if Lindsay thought she was a fatty or disgusted with her or if it was a problem and oh dear gods she just met this person what kind of first impression was this--ooh, fried dumplings. Yes, almost as if by magic a plate of fried dumplings had simply appeared in front of her as she was sat down inside of a booth. What worries might have started brewing again vanished in the presence of food, and Vay looked up to find Lindsay smiling at her; almost as if she knew that too.
“Welcome to Sweet ‘N Savory. Enjoy our food on the house, eh? Go on! Eat! I’ll be around if you need anything.” She said with a sly wink before sauntering off, leaving Vay to wonder what it was she’d done to deserve such treatment. Well, not really wondering. She thought about it for all of a second before her stomach started screaming at her to feed it. And Vay, never being one to ignore her stomach’s pleas, took it upon herself to answer them with gusto--which was good. Because Dumplings that fantastic needed to be eaten with real vigor. After all, the second Vay popped one of them into her mouth, she was overwhelmed with the taste of golden, flaky bread--fried, and crisp to perfection, and wrapped around a ball of fattening...jam!? There was jam inside these bloody things! Before Vay could say, “Damn that’s good,” she was tearing into them like a woman possessed. Each one of the dumplings seemed to have some kind of preservative in them. Peach, or strawberry, or simple grape jam. IT was a wash of fatty flavor, cooked in grease and butter--and it was perfect. The platter; a plate with over a dozen dumplings the size of an average fur’s paw--were just gone. Vay leaned back, a smile on her face as she patted her belly. Clad in sweats as Vay was, she looked like something of a lazy house-cat, rather than actual fox; her chub’ resting contently in her sweats, despites a sizeable pair of C-Cups and a medicine ball belly clad in all pink. This wasn’t to say Vay looked bad, no. Rather she looked comfortable....
Comfortable and ready for a second plate.
Vay looked towards the way-station, hoping to see if she could find another platter of the delicious dumplings when another tray was brought over by one of the furs manning the station--some warthog who had the look of a working man gone soft, with thick bulging arms to match his thick bulging belly jostling inside of his apron.
“Manager said to look out for you.” He said with a grunt. “We’ll keep it comin’, just say when.” And then the man was off. Vay might have questioned the special attention she was getting. After all, Lindsay didn’t know her at all, and Vay..didn’t think she was that pretty. However, whereas food was concerned, Vay would never be one to look a gift horse, or lynx, in the mouth. So Vay did what she did best and went right back to eating, this time making some slight attempt at savoring the rainbow of tastes she was being assaulted with. Of course she failed however, making it through a total of two dumplings, rich with cherry and sugar before she dove back into her plate with a wolfish intensity. She couldn’t help her. It all felt so good. Just to have that food, and to have it sliding down the back of her throat, eventually to meet with the rest of her stomach’s contents. It made her feel warm, even as her stomach began to bulge out ever so slightly against the confines of her jacket. Still, Vay was happy at least, and it seemed that would continue for awhile yet. After all, Vay had nothing to do but to eat, and eat until she had her fill. SO she went on for awhile yet, eventually when she tired of dumplings, and the smattering of jam stains on her muzzle she switched over to another booth, gut wobbling with the contents of its food lurching to and fro until she sat down near a station with more american themes in mind.Here she received food worthy of the name Bob; burgers so thick...well! They weren’t really burgers, more so slabs of fat and meat, running and sloshing with delicious greases fresh off the stove that just so happened to be sandwiched between two buns. Add to that with plates of fries, salty and heart clogging all the same...
And Vay just smiled. Most people by this point would have been full. No, more than that, they would have been absolutely stuffed to the limit and beyond, ready to burst. Most people weren’t Vay however, with that not-so little voice in the back of their head, screaming. Begging. Pleading. For more food. Honestly, if that “voice” of hers had a mouth to work with it might have even tried blackmail. Never the less, it drove Vay on, urging her towards the food. After all, how could she say no to all that? It all looked so good, smelled so good...and when she took a bite! IT tasted so good. Before she knew it, she was tearing into the first of a trio of decadent meat-patties, patty-juice sloshing in and around her muzzle, leaving swathes of grease trailing down her neck and onto her fur and clothes. Vay, of course being the glutton that she “Secretly” was didn’t care and continued her eating. Before she knew it the first burger was gone, which prompted her to switch to the fries momentarily before she decided that she’d get her fill faster if she simply alternated between shoveling meat and fires into her maw with both hands. This way her eating increased two-fold, and soon enough she was making some real progress. Before she knew it, she was really and truly satisfied, her meal complete, and her stomach filled to the brim. She let out a thunderous belch, sending bits of what was left over of her meal flying into the air as she leaned back and rubbed her overly bloated stomach. Oh, this felt good. Better than good, this felt like freedom, even with the practically crushing pressure in her stomach it felt so good. Vay sat there and basked in her dazed euphoria until Lindsay showed up again, a smile on her face, as she seemingly materialized behind the Vixen with a pat on the back.
“Well...someone actually did enjoy their food.” She said, a taunting tone to her voice as Vay continued to lavish in her own food-stupor.
“Oof...” She murmured. Vay wasn’t particularly in a position to respond at the moment. Luckily her stomach did the talking for her, and as she rubbed at it another belch peeled its way past her grease-coated lips, practically shaking the table in front of her. Lindsay for her part let out a giddy laugh and shook her head.
“Okay. You REALLY like your food.” Lindsay just snickered and shook her head. “Well, Vay. Gotta say that is..mm. Haven’t seen anyone enjoy my food--my recipes that is-- like that in quite awhile. Was actually...” Lindsay trailed off, her azure eyes trailing off for a bit as she appeared lost in her own revelries for a moment. “You know what?”
Vay just looked towards her with a vague look in her own pink eyes. No she didn’t know what. Vay didn’t know much of anything as it turned out. But damn if she couldn’t pretend she did. “Mrrr?”
“Since you like my food so much? You’re welcome here. ANytime you like. And it’s all on the house.” Lindsay smiled and left with that. “See you around next time slugger.”
Since her victory at Sweet ‘N Savory, Vay had affixed herself of all her town and its eateries had to offer, specifically Sweet ‘N Savory as it had the best cooking by far, and variety to match too. So it was that the she spent nearly every day for the next three months doing nothing but enjoying her personal freedom and eating as much as she possibly could. As a result, a plethora of things happened, most of them revolving around her figure, and its inevitable expansion. Vay may have very once held the metabolism of the gods, but it could only hold up against the fluffy vixen’s unstoppable onslaught for so long. Eventually, with calorie after calorie being shoveled into her body, Vay’s fluffy hide widened at breakneck pace.
As a Vixen, Vay was always destined to be curvaceous, and her body followed that pattern for awhile yet, even when she pushing the scales at what was then a rough two-hundred and ten pounds, with any weight not going to her overly child-bearing hips, and attention-demanding bust centering around her doughy middle. However over the last three months she had gained something close to fifty pounds, and her “curves” could only take so much of the beating. Still, she gained with a sort of moderacy in mind, with most of her new found fat making her once “plump” backside more akin to two beachballs being crammed inside of the new and ever-expanding sweats she was forced to buy to contend with her growing figure. Aside from that however, the rest of it piled on with an almost equal intensity, her stomach being round, and heavy like an apron of fat, slowly encroaching over her crotch, and resting firmly in her lap anytime she was sitting, (Which was obviously fairly often with how much she was eating.). Let us not forget her breasts too which had grown even more demanding over the months, now so heavy and firm she could have very well fed many a starving and swaddling babe if she actually produced the milk. Yes, Vay was an utter lard-ass. Surprisingly enough however, she didn’t feel conflicted about her weight gain. She was well aware she was a hog. It would be hard not to notice putting on fifty pounds in three months. Still, she couldn’t help herself. Whenever she was eating she felt so...happy. The feeling of all that food sliding down her gullet was an inescapable pleasure for her. She could never just settle for “Something light”. It was a pleasure to eat. More than that, it was a privilege, and one she exercised whenever she could. This of course resulted in her stomach expanding, making her feel the need to exercise this privilege even more so when she could. Vay knew well the consequences, and in her mind? It was worth it.
She sat alone in her home today. It was yet another day of celebration for her. After all, with hardly any need for money and a desire to do nothing but eat, she was content to stay home and watch television and snack all day. It was a fact evidenced in her lazy-day apparel. Once again she wore sweats. These ones were black this time, and littered with the crumbs of chips and cookies that she had been eating all afternoon to tide her over until lunch swung over. In all honesty she probably could have done without the snacking. Sure enough,s he’d bought these sweats not two weeks ago and yet they found themselves already clinging to her pudgy figure. The top she wore did little but enhance her growing cleavage, and her belly sexily poured out of both it and the waistband of her trousers, whilst her smooth and rich cottage cheese thighs spilled out towards either direction. Vay was fat,but what did she expect when all she did was eat all day? Speaking of which, it was twelve o’clock. It was a suitable enough time for her to go and order a pizza. Reaching around the couch, through wrappers, trash, and other refuse for the cell-phone she kept on her, she soon chanced upon it. It was a touch-screen, and a weather-worn one at that. The case was black, but that was the only thing on it that remain its original color. The screen lay smudged with the grease stains of binges past. Vay always told herself she would clean up the poor phone that continued to soldier on, but she never did. Just like she promised she would always clean up the house, but very rarely did so. Why should she bother? She usually justified to herself. It was work, and it took away from time that could have been spent gorging herself. At any rate, Vay soon turned on the screen and dialed the local pizzeria
“Mhm...Yes. I’d like a delivery--Oh! Hey, Mike! Hey, yeah. Could I get my usual? And make it a triple. Thanks, hon’~.” Vay had made her order, and hung up soon afterwards, once Mike--the mouse who owned the store--informed her that order would arrive in an hour or so. After that she got up. After all, an hour was a long while to go without food and she would need something to tide her over. She got up and found her thighs brushing against one another as she waltzed on over to her kitchen. Now, her kitchen was something of an exception to the usual mess of her home. Where the rest of her home was littered in wrappers, and crumbs, and other things that surely would have invited roaches if the poor things weren’t warded off by the stench of it all, her kitchen was actually fairly clean. It had to be! After all, how could Vay enjoy stuffing herself to absolute insanity if she didn’t have properly cooked food, and refrigerated snacks?
Speaking of which....
Vay’s paws brushed against linoleum flooring as her hips brushed her marble counters. She first looked towards her stainless steel refrigerator, opening up its freezer and pulling out a tub of ice cream. It wasn’t what she wanted just this moment, but she would take it anyways. It would go well enough with everything else she had in mind. She found a package of double-stuff oreos, which she decided would go perfect with a dozen assorted donuts she had bought with plans to share with the neighbors, but had thrown out the window the second the word “Food” appeared in her mind. So it was, her prizes in tow, she waddled back into the living room of her home and back to the couch. She set the ice cream aside. She hadn’t taken a spoon, no. By the time she had finished the oreos and the donuts, she reasoned, the ice cream should have melted enough for it to serve as something of a drink. Her plan in place, she tore into her oreos with abandon, tearing open the package and visiting fatty armageddon upon the poor foodstuff. The cookie like confections were popped into her awaiting maw, one after another, as she furiously tore through them with an almost methodical chomping. Fast as it was, had anyone been watching they might have questioned whether or not she was just chewing or inhaling them, and with good reason. Over the past few months Vay had really learned to indulge herself. It was almost a way of life she practice, and it showed. Oreo filling found its way sliding down her throat, bulging against her inside and making her feel warm, and satisfied the more she ate. Of course this feeling was spectacular, but at the moment it wasn’t enough. Still, she told herself to slow it down. She wanted to savor this until her pizza arrived, and if she had to get up she’d waste precious energy walking, which would just be awful, obviously. So it was she ate, slowing her pace, as she worked through the oreos one after another. It couldn’t last forever, however, and after a solid ten minutes, the oreo package was empty.
Yet, rather than be discouraged by her lack of oreo-goodness, Vay simply switched targets, now deciding to tackle her donuts with the same almost religious fervor she approached all her food with. The first donut she found was a simple glazed donut. Still, it was creamy and fluffy--and probably packed with enough sugar to give a healthy man in his twenty’s diabetes twice over. Obviously Vay thought this was perfect, and tore into it, ignoring the glaze coating her paws as she messily devoured it. The donut after that happened to be chocolate, and the next after that, filled with cream. No matter the flavor, to Vay’s mouth they were all equally delicious, and to that little monster in the back of Vay’s head they all deserved equal decimation. It was easy, rewarding work, a rich array of sweetness coating Vay’s muzzle, and filling her soft, love-handle-laden belly. Before Vay knew it, she was finished and moving on to the last of her snacks: The ice cream. Vanilla, the usually frozen treat had had just enough time to turn to sludge inside its container. Its gallon-sized container. Again, this would have been more than enough to put a normal person on their rear-end, but Vay just didn’t have that capacity for self-restraint. At the very least, the ice cream would tide her over until her pizza arrived. So it was, she ripped the top off the comically large tub, and started drinking...
Half an hour later, Vay lay there, looking like a bloated and filthy goddess when there came a ring at her doorbell. She sweeped away the debris of her binging from earlier and fetched her wallet before heading to the door. Waiting at the door was some poor pizza boy; some skinny, acne-ridden raichu-morph in his teens; standing stock still in a gaudy mix of orange and white; looking more so like a lanky advert for an orange juice company rather than a pizzeria. He must have been new to the job, as he obviously wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. At the very least, the lad had stones, quickly recovering, as he took Vay’s order out from his equally gaudy carrying satchel. Vay’s order from before had been her “Usual” tripled. Which apparently meant three extra-large pizzas with everything on it. Before the boy could even say anything, Vay, eager to get her food and continue her feasting, simply walked up, and threw a trio of twenties at the young man before snatching her pizzas, and slamming the door in the poor man’s face. Mmf. No love for the pizza guy.
At any rate, Vay had her food and that was all that mattered. Now, she plopped back onto her couch, stomach rolls bunching up as she grunted and tried to get comfortable. Sitting her pizza down next to her, and cranking up the noise on her television, Vay was happy now to just sit back. Relax. And do what she did best. Vay opened up the first box, and found a dribble of drool sliding out of the corner of her mouth as she looked at the glistening goodness that was the pizza. All those rich toppings; meats baked and melted into the cheese; sausage, pepperoni. Even the vegetables, which Vay wasn’t a huge fan of, looked good. Wrapped up in enough cheese to warrant the production of a dairy farm, one supposed they would have to look good. Vay growled, and started grabbing slices. Before she knew it, hot goeoy cheese found its way inside her maw, alongside rich cheeses, and tomato sauces--Oooooh~. It was all so good. Vay gulped, and swore to enjoy this for as long as it lasted. So it was that she tuned into the television; right now some comedy was on. One of those shows about some balding fat canine, and his super-model wife who would never date him, let alone marry him in real life. One of the funny sitcoms. Her mind locked in on that, and pizza at hand, Vay settled in and ate to her heart’s, (And more importantly, her stomach’s) content.
Vay was hooked, mind, body, and soul to the food this little coastal town had. No matter what it was, if she saw it, she’d eat it; and it was all equally fattening too. Honestly, Vay didn’t know how Lindsay managed to stay so muscular when Vay, and everyone else with her, seemed to be unable to keep the pounds from just piling on. Speaking of pounds, with Vay becoming used to her routine of doing nothing but eating and lazing, the longer it went on, the more and more she found herself in awkward positions. Bending over, only to have her XXX-L pants splitting right down the midde, belching so loudly in restaurants that people cheered, etcetera, etcetera. She didn’t mind of course. After all, these were just signs that she was just enjoying the good food. Of course she didn’t need signs. She had indisputable proof that she was enjoying the food. As another set of months passed, her weight gain had continued at a ridiculous pace. She remembered breaking 400lbs fondly, having ripped out of a dress she’d chosen for that evening as she went to check out a new italian bistro. 500lbs, she remembered just as fondly too, when, after the arduous and heroic journey of walking three blocks, stumbled upon a hotdog-cart on her way to the movies, and then promptly put the owner of said cart out of business...and then got snacks at the theater afterwards.
And now here she was, at a full six-hundred pounds. Vay no longer had an hour-glass figure. Vay no longer had a figure. She was absolutely rotund; and it was hard to take it all in. WHere her face would have once been bloated with food, it was now bloated with fat, her cheeks swollen and threatening to overtake her muzzle, as her chin--a thick, meaty slab of fat took it upon itself to meld almost seamlessly atop her over-abundant breasts, these stupendous G-Cups that had since won their way free of any bra that wasn’t custom made. Ample as her watermelons were, however, they were hardly the main attraction. No, THAT honor would have to be given to her stomach. This fantastic beast of fat. It was a collection of pancake like love handles that bunched and jostled together freely, only to swell into this mountain of flab that swung low enough to brush her knees. It was like having a hundred pound sack attached to her front, jutting out several feet in front of her. Luckily, and unluckily for her, her stomach was kept from holding her in place, as it was supported by the barrel-kegs she called her legs. These magnificently fattened thighs that forced her to an ailing and slow waddle anytime Vay tried to go anywhere. Suffice it to say, Vay didn’t go anywhere too often these days. No, she preferred to sit back on her veritable shelf of an ass. Two jelly-filled, ponderous globes of fat that wobbled, and only served to keep her comfortable as she worked her way towards filling up her couch as she stuffed her stomach with more and more food. Hell, even the woman’s arms were fat. They would have been thick enough to make even the most prodigious weight lifter jealous, had they been comprised of anything but pure fat. Vay’s arms weren’t good for anything else but to carry more food to her mouth. She was okay with that, she supposed. These days Vay got tired so easily. Anytime she tried to do so much as walk up and down the steps. she devolved into a sweat-laden mess, panting and wheezing for breath. Worse than that, she would find herself hungry afterwards.
The vixen didn’t know how it had come to this. That or she simply didn’t care. Either way, sitting back in her house, her bloated bulk sweating despite having the A/C running, she knew deep in her heart that there wasn’t any going back. She was a fat vixen now. A fat vixxen who would always be fat, and frankly?
She didn’t care.
“Ring!”
Because her pizza was here.
Weight gain!
Slob! (Oh, my god, slob? This guy's a frickin' weirdo...)
Excessive gorging.
Random throw-away-characters!
Gluttony!
OH. AND THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT WARNING.
*Looks around*
...THERE ARE WORDS IN THIS STORY.
I REPEAT.
WORDS.
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE WORDS TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW.
She called it love at first sight.
It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
And in all her life, she would never be happier, but with this one, single sight.
It was an all you can eat buffet.
Vay was by no means, what you would call your average girl, and if you couldn’t tell why already, it had to do with her obsessions with food. Ever since our chubby, scarlet-onyx vixen had been a little kit, she’d had a certain love for food. Whenever snack time would roll around in her early class days, she would always find her stomach grumbling for more. The same could be said for whenever she ate, really. On any given day of her childhood, Vay could recall eating, trying to find enough food to satiate her unslakable hunger. For the most part this was a habit allowed, and actually indulged by, the girl’s parents. Having grown up in hard times,only to eventually make something of themselves, they never wanted their daughter to ever have to want for anything the ways they did. So it was, that up until the time that girl was twelve, she would always be allowed to have seconds of anything, be it breakfast, lunch, or dinner. I say until twelve, that she was always allowed to have seconds. This because when she hit the magical number thirteen, she was allowed to have thirds.
And fourths....
You see where this leads us.
Food was never off the table, in her eyes. Granted, it usually was, given that it was being shoved in her mouth, but alas, the point that is that all her life, she’d never wanted for anything but more food. Weight had been kept at bay by a metabolism bestowed upon her by the very gods themselves. Not really, but that was how her parents liked to put it. And one supposed that with as much as she ate, it was a blessing in and of itself that she was only some odd two-hundred pounds.
All that was about to change however. Twenty-one? Finally coming into her own?The freedom to make her own decisions? Sure, there were those people who had their whole lives ahead of them. People who would go on to be nobel prize winners, and great scientists, and wealthy(but not as wealthy as her) business moguls. Those were the future kings and queen of the world at large. Vay could have been any of that, certainly, but...
Well? Vay didn’t care as long as she got her food.
Which brought us back to today. It was her day, today. She’d finally moved away from the housing of her parents in the suburbs; as far away as possible, actually, heading on out to a little lithe, coastal town. It was a simple place, with simple, if not...portly people. At first her parents had questioned the move, but in truth? It had nothing to do with them personally, really.Vay had simply never felt...at home in her own housing. In the end, everything about her seemed to revolve around her not having enough of something. Enough comfort, enough food. Well, today was the end of all that. Her two story home, her comfy little wooden home out on a lonely beach was all squared away. Everything was packed, and her day was free. That only left one thing to do, really! She had driven into the city, off to find the first place she could that looked like it had good food and enough of it to keep her satisfied. What she had found was a good and sturdy looking building garbed in colors of blue and gray and orange; a place by the name of “Sweet N’ Savory”, with a sun depicted in the “o”. It was by no means a humble building, though the color scheme was simple. No, Vay walked in those doors and she was greeted with a sight that simply basked in its own magnificence. After all, you walked in, and a soft, almost inviting golden light streaked across the room; driving your attention towards the food that was being prepared in every nook and cranny available. From any point in the room you could see the booths and tables, most of them almost within arm’s reach of some sort of tray, or some other standing kitchenette. Stands where mouth-watering steaks sizzled as they cooked upon buttered up stoves, or turkey even. Whole, turkeys. Being deep fried, baked, however one wanted them. And past that, there was actually a station devoted to an entire store’s worth of chinese food. Looking at it all, there didn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to the room, its setup, or the food nearby, outside of a simple rule that it be there, and that it be delicious.
Like Vay said.
“...It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, now someone likes her food.”
Vay suddenly yelped, startled to see some--...You know. Somewhere out in the universe. Vay was pretty certain that someone must have lost their super buff alien child; partly because she always enjoyed super heroes, but more so because there was this...woman-thing towering over her. She couldn’t readily identify her species. Vay lived in her comfy little suburb home all her life. She’d be hard pressed to recognize a hybrid species like the one before her. So she just sat there, trying to figure out why that lynx had wings. More so, she was trying to figure out, not only why that Lynx had wings, but why she had muscles bigger than Vay’s head. Why was she so tall? More importantly, how did she find clothes that fit? The lynx-avian hybrid in question seemed to be the perfect specimen of equal parts ferocity and vivaciousness. So while she stood at seven feet even, with muscles that honestly could have crushed a man’s skull by flexing, she stood with some modicum of curves to match; the likes of which sent her easy going “Life is a beach” shirt, and khaki shorts to the straining points around her...everywhere. Her bulging biceps, her thighs--...yes, her chest. It was a stunning sight to see for someone used to the...softer, people of this city in particular. And it wasn’t Vay’s fault. Anyone might have found themselves dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the sight before them; a fact the stranger seemed to be well aware of as she smiled and let Vay take it all in. Of course when Vay couldn’t take all in, and sat there staring like an idiot, she actually had to speak and make sure the vixen in question was alive.
“Uh...ma’am? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Do I need to get you to a hospital?”
Vay snapped out of it then, if not with an undue amount of stammering as she tried (And failed) to come back to her senses. “O-oh! Yes! I am A-okay. Very good. Such good. Many okay. Wow.”
The stranger blinked again and waved at Vay. “...You just quoted Doge at me. Are you sure you’re alright? C’mon, what’s your name? You remember your name?”
Vay just sat there, shifting from dumbfounded to confused, to just straight-up embarrassed. What was she supposed to say? “Oh, hello there giant Amazon. Pliss, no death by snu-snu...noooo. No.” She’d been sitting here making herself look like an idiot now for gods only knew how many minutes, and now this person thought she was retarded and slow and stupid and ugly because she was here and sweats and then this person looked like a beast what did you do it was so awkward oh sweet gods someone kill her please take her out of her--
Vay closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
...Sometimes. It can be difficult. Not to be overran by one’s insecurities.
Oh, it can be difficult.
“I’m..okay. Really.” She said with a smile she didn’t quite feel. “S-sorry, just uhm..yeah. My name’s Vay. And uhm. Yes. About the food thing, I mean. I like my food a lot.” Oh, it could be difficult, sometimes impossible not to let your feelings scream inside your head, and pound you into submission. But Vay could take a few steps at a time, and this stranger, whoever she was, could help too by not making a large deal out of her awkwardness. Indeed, the big gal just smiled, and nodded.
“Right. Well, you’re in the right place for good food.” She said with a smirk. “ ‘m Lindsay, by the way. Welcome to Sweet ‘N Savory by the way. Where the food’s always divine, and right on time.” She said with a softer smile.
Vay looked at Lindsay bashfully, her ears flicking back a bit. “Heh. Thanks. You say that like you work here, y’know.” She said, not really thinking much about what she’d said. If Lindsay had actually worked here, Vay was pretty sure all that muscle would have been swapped out with padding of a softer variety. Vay actually took the time out to imagine what it would be like to actually be that heavy, and felt an odd tingling inside of her. Elation, maybe? Possibly, but then again, she could have just been rather hungr--
“Work? Nono. Work is for the lesser beings.” She said with a smirk, obviously joking as most of her staff was competent and happy-looking enough. “I own Sweet ‘N Savory.”
“Oh!....Oh.”
Lindsay just laughed at Vay’s reaction, slapping her on the back with an arm that must have at one point in its time served as the pillar of god for all the power it had. Vay whoofed, trying not to look like it hurt too much while Lindsay kept on grinning, and grinning.... At any rate, the Lynx just rolled her eyes and started guiding poor Vay towards one of the way stations; this one in particular holding what looked to be enough fried dumplings, and chicken, to feed a small starving african nation.For about a year. Vay’s stomach didn’t exactly growl. No, it was more like purring. The kind of purring you got from nice, subtle things, like sports engines, and aboriginal cat women in heat. Really subtle. Almost as subtle as a freight train even! It was almost embarrassing. No, scratch that, it was embarrassing. And suddenly Vay was wondering if Lindsay thought she was a fatty or disgusted with her or if it was a problem and oh dear gods she just met this person what kind of first impression was this--ooh, fried dumplings. Yes, almost as if by magic a plate of fried dumplings had simply appeared in front of her as she was sat down inside of a booth. What worries might have started brewing again vanished in the presence of food, and Vay looked up to find Lindsay smiling at her; almost as if she knew that too.
“Welcome to Sweet ‘N Savory. Enjoy our food on the house, eh? Go on! Eat! I’ll be around if you need anything.” She said with a sly wink before sauntering off, leaving Vay to wonder what it was she’d done to deserve such treatment. Well, not really wondering. She thought about it for all of a second before her stomach started screaming at her to feed it. And Vay, never being one to ignore her stomach’s pleas, took it upon herself to answer them with gusto--which was good. Because Dumplings that fantastic needed to be eaten with real vigor. After all, the second Vay popped one of them into her mouth, she was overwhelmed with the taste of golden, flaky bread--fried, and crisp to perfection, and wrapped around a ball of fattening...jam!? There was jam inside these bloody things! Before Vay could say, “Damn that’s good,” she was tearing into them like a woman possessed. Each one of the dumplings seemed to have some kind of preservative in them. Peach, or strawberry, or simple grape jam. IT was a wash of fatty flavor, cooked in grease and butter--and it was perfect. The platter; a plate with over a dozen dumplings the size of an average fur’s paw--were just gone. Vay leaned back, a smile on her face as she patted her belly. Clad in sweats as Vay was, she looked like something of a lazy house-cat, rather than actual fox; her chub’ resting contently in her sweats, despites a sizeable pair of C-Cups and a medicine ball belly clad in all pink. This wasn’t to say Vay looked bad, no. Rather she looked comfortable....
Comfortable and ready for a second plate.
Vay looked towards the way-station, hoping to see if she could find another platter of the delicious dumplings when another tray was brought over by one of the furs manning the station--some warthog who had the look of a working man gone soft, with thick bulging arms to match his thick bulging belly jostling inside of his apron.
“Manager said to look out for you.” He said with a grunt. “We’ll keep it comin’, just say when.” And then the man was off. Vay might have questioned the special attention she was getting. After all, Lindsay didn’t know her at all, and Vay..didn’t think she was that pretty. However, whereas food was concerned, Vay would never be one to look a gift horse, or lynx, in the mouth. So Vay did what she did best and went right back to eating, this time making some slight attempt at savoring the rainbow of tastes she was being assaulted with. Of course she failed however, making it through a total of two dumplings, rich with cherry and sugar before she dove back into her plate with a wolfish intensity. She couldn’t help her. It all felt so good. Just to have that food, and to have it sliding down the back of her throat, eventually to meet with the rest of her stomach’s contents. It made her feel warm, even as her stomach began to bulge out ever so slightly against the confines of her jacket. Still, Vay was happy at least, and it seemed that would continue for awhile yet. After all, Vay had nothing to do but to eat, and eat until she had her fill. SO she went on for awhile yet, eventually when she tired of dumplings, and the smattering of jam stains on her muzzle she switched over to another booth, gut wobbling with the contents of its food lurching to and fro until she sat down near a station with more american themes in mind.Here she received food worthy of the name Bob; burgers so thick...well! They weren’t really burgers, more so slabs of fat and meat, running and sloshing with delicious greases fresh off the stove that just so happened to be sandwiched between two buns. Add to that with plates of fries, salty and heart clogging all the same...
And Vay just smiled. Most people by this point would have been full. No, more than that, they would have been absolutely stuffed to the limit and beyond, ready to burst. Most people weren’t Vay however, with that not-so little voice in the back of their head, screaming. Begging. Pleading. For more food. Honestly, if that “voice” of hers had a mouth to work with it might have even tried blackmail. Never the less, it drove Vay on, urging her towards the food. After all, how could she say no to all that? It all looked so good, smelled so good...and when she took a bite! IT tasted so good. Before she knew it, she was tearing into the first of a trio of decadent meat-patties, patty-juice sloshing in and around her muzzle, leaving swathes of grease trailing down her neck and onto her fur and clothes. Vay, of course being the glutton that she “Secretly” was didn’t care and continued her eating. Before she knew it the first burger was gone, which prompted her to switch to the fries momentarily before she decided that she’d get her fill faster if she simply alternated between shoveling meat and fires into her maw with both hands. This way her eating increased two-fold, and soon enough she was making some real progress. Before she knew it, she was really and truly satisfied, her meal complete, and her stomach filled to the brim. She let out a thunderous belch, sending bits of what was left over of her meal flying into the air as she leaned back and rubbed her overly bloated stomach. Oh, this felt good. Better than good, this felt like freedom, even with the practically crushing pressure in her stomach it felt so good. Vay sat there and basked in her dazed euphoria until Lindsay showed up again, a smile on her face, as she seemingly materialized behind the Vixen with a pat on the back.
“Well...someone actually did enjoy their food.” She said, a taunting tone to her voice as Vay continued to lavish in her own food-stupor.
“Oof...” She murmured. Vay wasn’t particularly in a position to respond at the moment. Luckily her stomach did the talking for her, and as she rubbed at it another belch peeled its way past her grease-coated lips, practically shaking the table in front of her. Lindsay for her part let out a giddy laugh and shook her head.
“Okay. You REALLY like your food.” Lindsay just snickered and shook her head. “Well, Vay. Gotta say that is..mm. Haven’t seen anyone enjoy my food--my recipes that is-- like that in quite awhile. Was actually...” Lindsay trailed off, her azure eyes trailing off for a bit as she appeared lost in her own revelries for a moment. “You know what?”
Vay just looked towards her with a vague look in her own pink eyes. No she didn’t know what. Vay didn’t know much of anything as it turned out. But damn if she couldn’t pretend she did. “Mrrr?”
“Since you like my food so much? You’re welcome here. ANytime you like. And it’s all on the house.” Lindsay smiled and left with that. “See you around next time slugger.”
Since her victory at Sweet ‘N Savory, Vay had affixed herself of all her town and its eateries had to offer, specifically Sweet ‘N Savory as it had the best cooking by far, and variety to match too. So it was that the she spent nearly every day for the next three months doing nothing but enjoying her personal freedom and eating as much as she possibly could. As a result, a plethora of things happened, most of them revolving around her figure, and its inevitable expansion. Vay may have very once held the metabolism of the gods, but it could only hold up against the fluffy vixen’s unstoppable onslaught for so long. Eventually, with calorie after calorie being shoveled into her body, Vay’s fluffy hide widened at breakneck pace.
As a Vixen, Vay was always destined to be curvaceous, and her body followed that pattern for awhile yet, even when she pushing the scales at what was then a rough two-hundred and ten pounds, with any weight not going to her overly child-bearing hips, and attention-demanding bust centering around her doughy middle. However over the last three months she had gained something close to fifty pounds, and her “curves” could only take so much of the beating. Still, she gained with a sort of moderacy in mind, with most of her new found fat making her once “plump” backside more akin to two beachballs being crammed inside of the new and ever-expanding sweats she was forced to buy to contend with her growing figure. Aside from that however, the rest of it piled on with an almost equal intensity, her stomach being round, and heavy like an apron of fat, slowly encroaching over her crotch, and resting firmly in her lap anytime she was sitting, (Which was obviously fairly often with how much she was eating.). Let us not forget her breasts too which had grown even more demanding over the months, now so heavy and firm she could have very well fed many a starving and swaddling babe if she actually produced the milk. Yes, Vay was an utter lard-ass. Surprisingly enough however, she didn’t feel conflicted about her weight gain. She was well aware she was a hog. It would be hard not to notice putting on fifty pounds in three months. Still, she couldn’t help herself. Whenever she was eating she felt so...happy. The feeling of all that food sliding down her gullet was an inescapable pleasure for her. She could never just settle for “Something light”. It was a pleasure to eat. More than that, it was a privilege, and one she exercised whenever she could. This of course resulted in her stomach expanding, making her feel the need to exercise this privilege even more so when she could. Vay knew well the consequences, and in her mind? It was worth it.
She sat alone in her home today. It was yet another day of celebration for her. After all, with hardly any need for money and a desire to do nothing but eat, she was content to stay home and watch television and snack all day. It was a fact evidenced in her lazy-day apparel. Once again she wore sweats. These ones were black this time, and littered with the crumbs of chips and cookies that she had been eating all afternoon to tide her over until lunch swung over. In all honesty she probably could have done without the snacking. Sure enough,s he’d bought these sweats not two weeks ago and yet they found themselves already clinging to her pudgy figure. The top she wore did little but enhance her growing cleavage, and her belly sexily poured out of both it and the waistband of her trousers, whilst her smooth and rich cottage cheese thighs spilled out towards either direction. Vay was fat,but what did she expect when all she did was eat all day? Speaking of which, it was twelve o’clock. It was a suitable enough time for her to go and order a pizza. Reaching around the couch, through wrappers, trash, and other refuse for the cell-phone she kept on her, she soon chanced upon it. It was a touch-screen, and a weather-worn one at that. The case was black, but that was the only thing on it that remain its original color. The screen lay smudged with the grease stains of binges past. Vay always told herself she would clean up the poor phone that continued to soldier on, but she never did. Just like she promised she would always clean up the house, but very rarely did so. Why should she bother? She usually justified to herself. It was work, and it took away from time that could have been spent gorging herself. At any rate, Vay soon turned on the screen and dialed the local pizzeria
“Mhm...Yes. I’d like a delivery--Oh! Hey, Mike! Hey, yeah. Could I get my usual? And make it a triple. Thanks, hon’~.” Vay had made her order, and hung up soon afterwards, once Mike--the mouse who owned the store--informed her that order would arrive in an hour or so. After that she got up. After all, an hour was a long while to go without food and she would need something to tide her over. She got up and found her thighs brushing against one another as she waltzed on over to her kitchen. Now, her kitchen was something of an exception to the usual mess of her home. Where the rest of her home was littered in wrappers, and crumbs, and other things that surely would have invited roaches if the poor things weren’t warded off by the stench of it all, her kitchen was actually fairly clean. It had to be! After all, how could Vay enjoy stuffing herself to absolute insanity if she didn’t have properly cooked food, and refrigerated snacks?
Speaking of which....
Vay’s paws brushed against linoleum flooring as her hips brushed her marble counters. She first looked towards her stainless steel refrigerator, opening up its freezer and pulling out a tub of ice cream. It wasn’t what she wanted just this moment, but she would take it anyways. It would go well enough with everything else she had in mind. She found a package of double-stuff oreos, which she decided would go perfect with a dozen assorted donuts she had bought with plans to share with the neighbors, but had thrown out the window the second the word “Food” appeared in her mind. So it was, her prizes in tow, she waddled back into the living room of her home and back to the couch. She set the ice cream aside. She hadn’t taken a spoon, no. By the time she had finished the oreos and the donuts, she reasoned, the ice cream should have melted enough for it to serve as something of a drink. Her plan in place, she tore into her oreos with abandon, tearing open the package and visiting fatty armageddon upon the poor foodstuff. The cookie like confections were popped into her awaiting maw, one after another, as she furiously tore through them with an almost methodical chomping. Fast as it was, had anyone been watching they might have questioned whether or not she was just chewing or inhaling them, and with good reason. Over the past few months Vay had really learned to indulge herself. It was almost a way of life she practice, and it showed. Oreo filling found its way sliding down her throat, bulging against her inside and making her feel warm, and satisfied the more she ate. Of course this feeling was spectacular, but at the moment it wasn’t enough. Still, she told herself to slow it down. She wanted to savor this until her pizza arrived, and if she had to get up she’d waste precious energy walking, which would just be awful, obviously. So it was she ate, slowing her pace, as she worked through the oreos one after another. It couldn’t last forever, however, and after a solid ten minutes, the oreo package was empty.
Yet, rather than be discouraged by her lack of oreo-goodness, Vay simply switched targets, now deciding to tackle her donuts with the same almost religious fervor she approached all her food with. The first donut she found was a simple glazed donut. Still, it was creamy and fluffy--and probably packed with enough sugar to give a healthy man in his twenty’s diabetes twice over. Obviously Vay thought this was perfect, and tore into it, ignoring the glaze coating her paws as she messily devoured it. The donut after that happened to be chocolate, and the next after that, filled with cream. No matter the flavor, to Vay’s mouth they were all equally delicious, and to that little monster in the back of Vay’s head they all deserved equal decimation. It was easy, rewarding work, a rich array of sweetness coating Vay’s muzzle, and filling her soft, love-handle-laden belly. Before Vay knew it, she was finished and moving on to the last of her snacks: The ice cream. Vanilla, the usually frozen treat had had just enough time to turn to sludge inside its container. Its gallon-sized container. Again, this would have been more than enough to put a normal person on their rear-end, but Vay just didn’t have that capacity for self-restraint. At the very least, the ice cream would tide her over until her pizza arrived. So it was, she ripped the top off the comically large tub, and started drinking...
Half an hour later, Vay lay there, looking like a bloated and filthy goddess when there came a ring at her doorbell. She sweeped away the debris of her binging from earlier and fetched her wallet before heading to the door. Waiting at the door was some poor pizza boy; some skinny, acne-ridden raichu-morph in his teens; standing stock still in a gaudy mix of orange and white; looking more so like a lanky advert for an orange juice company rather than a pizzeria. He must have been new to the job, as he obviously wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. At the very least, the lad had stones, quickly recovering, as he took Vay’s order out from his equally gaudy carrying satchel. Vay’s order from before had been her “Usual” tripled. Which apparently meant three extra-large pizzas with everything on it. Before the boy could even say anything, Vay, eager to get her food and continue her feasting, simply walked up, and threw a trio of twenties at the young man before snatching her pizzas, and slamming the door in the poor man’s face. Mmf. No love for the pizza guy.
At any rate, Vay had her food and that was all that mattered. Now, she plopped back onto her couch, stomach rolls bunching up as she grunted and tried to get comfortable. Sitting her pizza down next to her, and cranking up the noise on her television, Vay was happy now to just sit back. Relax. And do what she did best. Vay opened up the first box, and found a dribble of drool sliding out of the corner of her mouth as she looked at the glistening goodness that was the pizza. All those rich toppings; meats baked and melted into the cheese; sausage, pepperoni. Even the vegetables, which Vay wasn’t a huge fan of, looked good. Wrapped up in enough cheese to warrant the production of a dairy farm, one supposed they would have to look good. Vay growled, and started grabbing slices. Before she knew it, hot goeoy cheese found its way inside her maw, alongside rich cheeses, and tomato sauces--Oooooh~. It was all so good. Vay gulped, and swore to enjoy this for as long as it lasted. So it was that she tuned into the television; right now some comedy was on. One of those shows about some balding fat canine, and his super-model wife who would never date him, let alone marry him in real life. One of the funny sitcoms. Her mind locked in on that, and pizza at hand, Vay settled in and ate to her heart’s, (And more importantly, her stomach’s) content.
Vay was hooked, mind, body, and soul to the food this little coastal town had. No matter what it was, if she saw it, she’d eat it; and it was all equally fattening too. Honestly, Vay didn’t know how Lindsay managed to stay so muscular when Vay, and everyone else with her, seemed to be unable to keep the pounds from just piling on. Speaking of pounds, with Vay becoming used to her routine of doing nothing but eating and lazing, the longer it went on, the more and more she found herself in awkward positions. Bending over, only to have her XXX-L pants splitting right down the midde, belching so loudly in restaurants that people cheered, etcetera, etcetera. She didn’t mind of course. After all, these were just signs that she was just enjoying the good food. Of course she didn’t need signs. She had indisputable proof that she was enjoying the food. As another set of months passed, her weight gain had continued at a ridiculous pace. She remembered breaking 400lbs fondly, having ripped out of a dress she’d chosen for that evening as she went to check out a new italian bistro. 500lbs, she remembered just as fondly too, when, after the arduous and heroic journey of walking three blocks, stumbled upon a hotdog-cart on her way to the movies, and then promptly put the owner of said cart out of business...and then got snacks at the theater afterwards.
And now here she was, at a full six-hundred pounds. Vay no longer had an hour-glass figure. Vay no longer had a figure. She was absolutely rotund; and it was hard to take it all in. WHere her face would have once been bloated with food, it was now bloated with fat, her cheeks swollen and threatening to overtake her muzzle, as her chin--a thick, meaty slab of fat took it upon itself to meld almost seamlessly atop her over-abundant breasts, these stupendous G-Cups that had since won their way free of any bra that wasn’t custom made. Ample as her watermelons were, however, they were hardly the main attraction. No, THAT honor would have to be given to her stomach. This fantastic beast of fat. It was a collection of pancake like love handles that bunched and jostled together freely, only to swell into this mountain of flab that swung low enough to brush her knees. It was like having a hundred pound sack attached to her front, jutting out several feet in front of her. Luckily, and unluckily for her, her stomach was kept from holding her in place, as it was supported by the barrel-kegs she called her legs. These magnificently fattened thighs that forced her to an ailing and slow waddle anytime Vay tried to go anywhere. Suffice it to say, Vay didn’t go anywhere too often these days. No, she preferred to sit back on her veritable shelf of an ass. Two jelly-filled, ponderous globes of fat that wobbled, and only served to keep her comfortable as she worked her way towards filling up her couch as she stuffed her stomach with more and more food. Hell, even the woman’s arms were fat. They would have been thick enough to make even the most prodigious weight lifter jealous, had they been comprised of anything but pure fat. Vay’s arms weren’t good for anything else but to carry more food to her mouth. She was okay with that, she supposed. These days Vay got tired so easily. Anytime she tried to do so much as walk up and down the steps. she devolved into a sweat-laden mess, panting and wheezing for breath. Worse than that, she would find herself hungry afterwards.
The vixen didn’t know how it had come to this. That or she simply didn’t care. Either way, sitting back in her house, her bloated bulk sweating despite having the A/C running, she knew deep in her heart that there wasn’t any going back. She was a fat vixen now. A fat vixxen who would always be fat, and frankly?
She didn’t care.
“Ring!”
Because her pizza was here.
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