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Enjoy, though! (WARNING: Contains vore and stuffing)
A wooden chair groaned under the weight of a lime green bird who slumped back into it with a grunt, the once-beloved starlet of the Aladdin cartoon, Thundra, reclined in her dressing room chair at the dingy little studio she’d take up work at. Once a well known and popular character from the show, she had been reduced to taking up jobs in small time acting roles, having been out of a job since the show came to an end. With cancellation came depression, and with depression came the comfort eating and squandering of trust fund money. This of course had led to the bird developing a noticeable paunch that bulged out from her abdomen a little bit. Her hips had widened too, as had her buttocks, giving the Latina lady a pear shaped figure.
Sighing and gulping down a lukewarm coffee, Thundra pondered a way to get out of this predicament somehow, she yearned for the days of stardom where people looked at her without ridicule, back when she had money and fan boys queuing up to get her autograph or compliment her appearance…but now, she was a lump lounging in a cheap, crappy studio dressing room, doing really low budget commercials. Joy. Her stomach rumbled as she brooded, time to go and take the pain away for a little while with something deliciously unhealthy. The chair creaked in relief as the plump bird of paradise hauled herself up and walked out of the door, her rounded belly wobbling a little bit with each wide strut.
Oh of course her coworkers and colleagues laughed and snickered as she walked by, and it did get to her, but she didn’t give them the pleasure of reaction and merely continued towards the studio’s kitchen, mind set upon those burgers left in the refrigerator. Upon arriving at the kitchen however, Thundra’s beak opened in silent horror as another actress, a rather fat looking terrier girl, was already eating the burgers, and gave her a really nasty stink eye.
“Hey perra, esas eran la mía!” Thundra growled, sizing the larger girl up.
“Hmph, didn’t see your name on them, turkey.” The dog retorted, belching and licking her thick fingers.
Thundra sighed and gave a mumbled curse in Spanish before taking a bag of chips from the nearby cupboard in defeat and walking back to her room, she needed to get out of there, or at least get back at that damn dog! But now wasn’t the time for that, she had to get ready for a rehearsal later on, and needed the scant energy those chips would bring her. She’d reached the door to her dressing room and gone in when she noticed something…odd. There was a package on the countertop and a note, addressed to her of course. Curious, if suspicious, the bird picked up the scrap of paper and scanned it over.
“Dear Thundra” it began, “I know you’ve fallen on hard times recently and things haven’t been going your way at all, and I feel for you. You were amazing in Aladdin, and even now in the commercials you do, you’re still a great actor. Don’t feel bad about the increase in your girth either, many people find it rather fitting for you! Please take the gift by this note as a sign that someone still adores you. Love, your biggest fan!”
Her biggest fan? Gift? Adored? Whoever this person was they were either loco in the coco or really did like her. Thundra shrugged and opened up the gift box and to her surprise, within it was a large number of baked goods; cupcakes, muffins, éclairs, the works, and they smelt so good! Her stomach definitely thought they smelt heavenly, it was growling something fierce, enough to cause a slight ripple along its soft surface.
She’d told herself a while ago that baked treats were the biggest cause of her gain, well besides laziness but still, and that she was going to quit them cold turkey for lack of a less stupid analogy, but they smelt and looked so tempting…one little bite couldn’t hurt. She took out one of the muffins and tore some away with her beak, chewing and swallowing, the morsel hitting the pit of her gut with a splash almost.
Oh.
Oh my.
It was *delicious*, diabolically delicious. Too tasty to constrain to a single helping, the rest of the muffin was quickly stuffed into her greedy maw, along with another, and another, and another…she ate all the muffins and burped, patting her belly.
“Oh Dios mío, these treats are divine!” she chimed, practically tearing the box open to get at the other delectables within.
Thundra gluttonously crammed snack after snack down her gullet, including the chips from earlier too, until the box was empty, and her tummy has rounded out a little more, feeling firmer when she placed her multicolored talons against it for a contented rub. The gluttonous excess made her feel rather drowsy, and rehearsals weren’t until the next day, so she decided to waddle off to her trailer to rest and relax, feeling slightly better now with this food in her belly and her secret biggest fan…
The next morning, the silence of the studio grounds was shattered by the loud squawk of a shocked green bird; Thundra was staring at her reflection in her trailer’s mirror, the already tubby fowl had developed a larger gut and thicker thighs from her snacking yesterday, and her rump had grown too. She was too stunned to do anything for a good few minutes before slowly taking it in. The shock slowly turned to acceptance, and even slight enjoyment. She did feel…good, like this. Thundra waddled out of the trailer with a renewed confidence about her, the shocked, disgusted and amused reactions of her peers no longer bothered her, in fact she was enjoying it, their reactions just made her feel special.
Upon reaching her dressing room she saw another gift box and note, and she smiled as she sat down into her chair, the wood squealing ominously as her enlarged butt smushed into it, picking up the note and reading it:
“Dear Thundra: You’ve gotten even more beautiful now, I hope you enjoyed the snacks, and your new size!” she blushed a little bit, “I’ve heard that someone in that studio is being unpleasant to you…come on, where’s that indomitable, fiery master of rain from the show? Don’t take it Thundra, teach her a lesson, but also enjoy more snacks! Love, your biggest fan once again.”
Her mysterious benefactor had a point, that literal bitch still bugged her, and with auditions looming, she’d have to act fast on getting some payback, and as she thought of how to enact her revenge, her gut growled…ah well, first things first. Thundra stuffed her face with the new box of treats, her gut bulging out even more once she’d finished, and she would have lounged in the chair to let it digest a little had she not noticed commercial rehearsals were in 15 minutes. With a groan, the bloated bird staggered out past her colleagues, using her almost pregnant looking tummy and wide thunder thighs (a name she giggled to herself at) to knock them clear. She got as far as the corridor separating the kitchen from the filming set she was needed at when lo and behold; the terrier was smoking on break, glaring at her.
“Hello, turkey.” She grinned, seemingly even larger than last time.
“Hola pendejo…” Thundra grunted, grimacing.
“Cute, but my name is Hilary, not that you’ll remember it. Our employer decided to cast me instead of you for this shoot, he wanted someone whose weight was more…even, and not a green feathered bowling ball like you!” Hilary smirked, poking Thundra’s belly indignantly, provoking a gurgle and belch from her.
Angered, Thundra wanted to slug her right in her fat face, and would have, had her stomach not growled loudly at that moment. Yes…yes! That was a brilliant idea! She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on Hilary’s sides suddenly, contorting her beak into a smirk back.
“What the hell are you doing!?” the dog growled, trying to pry her off, but no dice.
“Lunch” Thundra replied, licking her beak.
Hilary just looked in horror as the smaller avian’s beak stretched open ridiculously wide with a click, and she lifted her up off the ground and angled her towards her open maw. Her scream was cut short when she was violently stuffed into her mouth and slowly pushed down her throat in a series of gulps and head shakes, like a bird eating a worm. Thundra’s belly bulged out even more as it filled up with more and more enraged and terrified dog girl, until she slurped up her tail too, and unleashed a fittingly thunderous belch of triumph, stomach so large she appeared overdue with quadruplets.
“Oh Dios mía…” she sighed, a hand against her rock solid yet squirming tummy. “You taste good Hilary…be good and I’ll” she paused to let out another burp, “let you go once the shoot is over~”
Hilary didn’t reply, she just barked and whined within her. Satisfied, Thundra waddled proudly into the shooting set, the various crewmembers and other costars blinking as the bird sloshed into view whistling cheerfully.
“Hola everyone, I hope I’m not too late!” she sang, smiling.
“Uh…where’s Hilary?” the director, a rabbit, asked as he looked the spherical Spaniard up and down.
“Having a break, I’m here to fill in for her!” Thundra smirked, rubbing her stomach and giving the director a sharp look.
“…We’ll add that the lead is pregnant, you uh, look it.” he gulped, fearing what he was beginning to realize.
“That works for me amigo, now, where do you want me?”
And so Thundra was the star of the commercial, and she did spit Hilary out later on, to her horror. She never did find out who her biggest fan was, though the treats continued to come, day by day. Maybe he’d leave an address eventually; she’d like to meet him for dinner…
KnifeSharpener XP Hope its good even if it did deviate a bit from original plan.Enjoy, though! (WARNING: Contains vore and stuffing)
A wooden chair groaned under the weight of a lime green bird who slumped back into it with a grunt, the once-beloved starlet of the Aladdin cartoon, Thundra, reclined in her dressing room chair at the dingy little studio she’d take up work at. Once a well known and popular character from the show, she had been reduced to taking up jobs in small time acting roles, having been out of a job since the show came to an end. With cancellation came depression, and with depression came the comfort eating and squandering of trust fund money. This of course had led to the bird developing a noticeable paunch that bulged out from her abdomen a little bit. Her hips had widened too, as had her buttocks, giving the Latina lady a pear shaped figure.
Sighing and gulping down a lukewarm coffee, Thundra pondered a way to get out of this predicament somehow, she yearned for the days of stardom where people looked at her without ridicule, back when she had money and fan boys queuing up to get her autograph or compliment her appearance…but now, she was a lump lounging in a cheap, crappy studio dressing room, doing really low budget commercials. Joy. Her stomach rumbled as she brooded, time to go and take the pain away for a little while with something deliciously unhealthy. The chair creaked in relief as the plump bird of paradise hauled herself up and walked out of the door, her rounded belly wobbling a little bit with each wide strut.
Oh of course her coworkers and colleagues laughed and snickered as she walked by, and it did get to her, but she didn’t give them the pleasure of reaction and merely continued towards the studio’s kitchen, mind set upon those burgers left in the refrigerator. Upon arriving at the kitchen however, Thundra’s beak opened in silent horror as another actress, a rather fat looking terrier girl, was already eating the burgers, and gave her a really nasty stink eye.
“Hey perra, esas eran la mía!” Thundra growled, sizing the larger girl up.
“Hmph, didn’t see your name on them, turkey.” The dog retorted, belching and licking her thick fingers.
Thundra sighed and gave a mumbled curse in Spanish before taking a bag of chips from the nearby cupboard in defeat and walking back to her room, she needed to get out of there, or at least get back at that damn dog! But now wasn’t the time for that, she had to get ready for a rehearsal later on, and needed the scant energy those chips would bring her. She’d reached the door to her dressing room and gone in when she noticed something…odd. There was a package on the countertop and a note, addressed to her of course. Curious, if suspicious, the bird picked up the scrap of paper and scanned it over.
“Dear Thundra” it began, “I know you’ve fallen on hard times recently and things haven’t been going your way at all, and I feel for you. You were amazing in Aladdin, and even now in the commercials you do, you’re still a great actor. Don’t feel bad about the increase in your girth either, many people find it rather fitting for you! Please take the gift by this note as a sign that someone still adores you. Love, your biggest fan!”
Her biggest fan? Gift? Adored? Whoever this person was they were either loco in the coco or really did like her. Thundra shrugged and opened up the gift box and to her surprise, within it was a large number of baked goods; cupcakes, muffins, éclairs, the works, and they smelt so good! Her stomach definitely thought they smelt heavenly, it was growling something fierce, enough to cause a slight ripple along its soft surface.
She’d told herself a while ago that baked treats were the biggest cause of her gain, well besides laziness but still, and that she was going to quit them cold turkey for lack of a less stupid analogy, but they smelt and looked so tempting…one little bite couldn’t hurt. She took out one of the muffins and tore some away with her beak, chewing and swallowing, the morsel hitting the pit of her gut with a splash almost.
Oh.
Oh my.
It was *delicious*, diabolically delicious. Too tasty to constrain to a single helping, the rest of the muffin was quickly stuffed into her greedy maw, along with another, and another, and another…she ate all the muffins and burped, patting her belly.
“Oh Dios mío, these treats are divine!” she chimed, practically tearing the box open to get at the other delectables within.
Thundra gluttonously crammed snack after snack down her gullet, including the chips from earlier too, until the box was empty, and her tummy has rounded out a little more, feeling firmer when she placed her multicolored talons against it for a contented rub. The gluttonous excess made her feel rather drowsy, and rehearsals weren’t until the next day, so she decided to waddle off to her trailer to rest and relax, feeling slightly better now with this food in her belly and her secret biggest fan…
The next morning, the silence of the studio grounds was shattered by the loud squawk of a shocked green bird; Thundra was staring at her reflection in her trailer’s mirror, the already tubby fowl had developed a larger gut and thicker thighs from her snacking yesterday, and her rump had grown too. She was too stunned to do anything for a good few minutes before slowly taking it in. The shock slowly turned to acceptance, and even slight enjoyment. She did feel…good, like this. Thundra waddled out of the trailer with a renewed confidence about her, the shocked, disgusted and amused reactions of her peers no longer bothered her, in fact she was enjoying it, their reactions just made her feel special.
Upon reaching her dressing room she saw another gift box and note, and she smiled as she sat down into her chair, the wood squealing ominously as her enlarged butt smushed into it, picking up the note and reading it:
“Dear Thundra: You’ve gotten even more beautiful now, I hope you enjoyed the snacks, and your new size!” she blushed a little bit, “I’ve heard that someone in that studio is being unpleasant to you…come on, where’s that indomitable, fiery master of rain from the show? Don’t take it Thundra, teach her a lesson, but also enjoy more snacks! Love, your biggest fan once again.”
Her mysterious benefactor had a point, that literal bitch still bugged her, and with auditions looming, she’d have to act fast on getting some payback, and as she thought of how to enact her revenge, her gut growled…ah well, first things first. Thundra stuffed her face with the new box of treats, her gut bulging out even more once she’d finished, and she would have lounged in the chair to let it digest a little had she not noticed commercial rehearsals were in 15 minutes. With a groan, the bloated bird staggered out past her colleagues, using her almost pregnant looking tummy and wide thunder thighs (a name she giggled to herself at) to knock them clear. She got as far as the corridor separating the kitchen from the filming set she was needed at when lo and behold; the terrier was smoking on break, glaring at her.
“Hello, turkey.” She grinned, seemingly even larger than last time.
“Hola pendejo…” Thundra grunted, grimacing.
“Cute, but my name is Hilary, not that you’ll remember it. Our employer decided to cast me instead of you for this shoot, he wanted someone whose weight was more…even, and not a green feathered bowling ball like you!” Hilary smirked, poking Thundra’s belly indignantly, provoking a gurgle and belch from her.
Angered, Thundra wanted to slug her right in her fat face, and would have, had her stomach not growled loudly at that moment. Yes…yes! That was a brilliant idea! She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on Hilary’s sides suddenly, contorting her beak into a smirk back.
“What the hell are you doing!?” the dog growled, trying to pry her off, but no dice.
“Lunch” Thundra replied, licking her beak.
Hilary just looked in horror as the smaller avian’s beak stretched open ridiculously wide with a click, and she lifted her up off the ground and angled her towards her open maw. Her scream was cut short when she was violently stuffed into her mouth and slowly pushed down her throat in a series of gulps and head shakes, like a bird eating a worm. Thundra’s belly bulged out even more as it filled up with more and more enraged and terrified dog girl, until she slurped up her tail too, and unleashed a fittingly thunderous belch of triumph, stomach so large she appeared overdue with quadruplets.
“Oh Dios mía…” she sighed, a hand against her rock solid yet squirming tummy. “You taste good Hilary…be good and I’ll” she paused to let out another burp, “let you go once the shoot is over~”
Hilary didn’t reply, she just barked and whined within her. Satisfied, Thundra waddled proudly into the shooting set, the various crewmembers and other costars blinking as the bird sloshed into view whistling cheerfully.
“Hola everyone, I hope I’m not too late!” she sang, smiling.
“Uh…where’s Hilary?” the director, a rabbit, asked as he looked the spherical Spaniard up and down.
“Having a break, I’m here to fill in for her!” Thundra smirked, rubbing her stomach and giving the director a sharp look.
“…We’ll add that the lead is pregnant, you uh, look it.” he gulped, fearing what he was beginning to realize.
“That works for me amigo, now, where do you want me?”
And so Thundra was the star of the commercial, and she did spit Hilary out later on, to her horror. She never did find out who her biggest fan was, though the treats continued to come, day by day. Maybe he’d leave an address eventually; she’d like to meet him for dinner…
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