something I actually made myself for once. a story I had written for  zerobyte a while back, hopefully you will like the story better than the title I came up with for it (cause I be bad at them) X3

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Zero sighs as he taps his foot-paws on his coffee table, the blue shark sitting lazily on his couch just bored out of his mind. He got lucky, managing to get the whole week off from work to have nothing but free time. Unfortunately on day 4 he had already ran out of things to do, and he had nothing left but to just sit there and wait for the next 3 days to pass. He pats his thighs and tries to think of something, anything to do. His stomach then grumbled loudly, feeling quite hungry. He looked at the clock, seeing that it was 1PM he decided it was about time to have some lunch. He head over to his kitchen and made himself a quick PB&J sandwich, heading back to the couch. He quickly ate the sandwich in just a few bites, patting his white belly. Zero looked at the clock again, not even 15 minutes has passed yet. He rubs his belly again, thinking again. He did get that loaf of bread almost a week ago, best to eat it all before it goes bad. He head back to the kitchen, grabbing the almost half loaf of bread he has left, and made everything he could think of with it. Various sandwiches and pieces of toast, eating while he was making them, feeling his gut get fuller and fuller with each bite. He lets out a soft rumble, loving the feeling of his belly being so full, and his paw rubbing over his swollen belly. He finished the last piece of bread, it being a piece of toast with some strawberry jam, smacking his lips and licking his fingers. There was still so much time left in the day even after his binge…maybe today would be a good day to go through his food stock, just to eat everything…before it goes out of date of course.
Zero rummages through his fridge, at first only eating the things that was close to the expiration date. He ate and ate, feeling his gut swell, filling with food and plumpness. Soon enough he was using one paw and just shoving whatever was in there into his maw while the other gripped his increasingly plump belly. He felt how his clothes clung more and more to his fattening body, his belly poking out, his muffing tops getting worse and worse, feeling how his pants strain to hold his ass, his shirt looking more and more like a bra as it fails to cover his middle. He pants in between bites, shoving whatever into his muzzle, his sharp teeth easily taking apart anything put near them, taking bigger and bigger bites feeling how his throat bulges with each large chomp. Once he empties his fridge he head to the pantry, needing to satisfy his need to eat more and more, to have more of himself to grip and smoosh his paws into. Before he knew it he had eaten everything in the kitchen. Zero sat on his fat ass, panting heavily, his clothes nearly about to tear off, his whole form constantly wobbling and shaking with every little movement. He still needed more though, his belly needed to feel fuller, feel even bigger. He grabbed the side of the sink, hoisting himself up, feeling how his form shook from side to side, knowing where he had to go, although his first obstacle was the door, his wide rump definitely going to be quite a bit of trouble…
An hour later the shark finally made it to his first buffet. He knew all the places where he could eat and eat and eat to his heart’s content. And he did just that, heading over to buffet after buffet, eating them dry. Each time he leaves he gets even fatter, his weight blimping out of control. Around the 3rd buffet his pants tear apart, unable to hold so much of his fat ass. Around the 5th buffet his shirt was next. His paws constantly rubbed over his belly, seeing how far he can sink them into himself, lifting up his flab and letting go, feeling his whole form wobble and shake. The more he felt himself jiggle the more glee washed over him, Zero being in absolute love with his new, always increasing size. As he heads over to the 8th buffet the once lithe, 140 pound shark was now a massive, 3 ton blob. It was a miracle he was still able to get out of a chair, let alone walk and head to the next buffet, his drive to consume more driving him to keep moving to the next meal. Once he got there he did what he always did, eat and inhale as much food as he could. But this time he just needed to keep eating, no breaks in between to go to the next buffet. He began to eat not just the food but the plate holding the food and the trays containing them. His maw so large he easily comps down on everything. He could not stop himself; he just needed to keep his round cheeks stuffed. He ate the chairs and tables, anything that was not bolted down and soon those things too, eating away at the infrastructure, anything he was not eating his flab was pressing against. He felt his ass press against the walls, his belly covering the floor better than any carpet, pushing him up enough for his back to press against the roof. Zero giggles in glee as he eats away at the building, managing to make a whole large enough for him to start chomping on the neighboring building.
Furs all around the city run away as Zero kept eating and eating, getting so large he is taking massive bites out of skyscrapers, his massive form sinking into the asphalt of the city, always wobbling and shaking, his massive cheeks bobbing up and down as he takes bites out of building after building. He just could not be satisfied. He soon even eats away at the ground, taking massive mawfuls, each gulp making his gut swell with another few hundred pounds, his ass wider than some towns even, each bite making him surge fatter and huger, allowing him to take even larger bites and grow even more. He feels towns and building sinking into his flab, the local geography being displaced by his incredible weight, rubbing his girth. He soon take a bite so large he managed to eat his way to the mantle. He grins, sinking his maw into that whole, chugging all that hot magma and molten earth, blimping larger and larger, the curvature of the planet becoming more and more visible to him. He chugged and chugged, leaving the whole planet an empty shell now, his massive swollen belly almost equal to that of the world. He rips off chunks of the remaining crust of the world like it was a bread bowl, chowing down on the chunks with no problem. He tosses each chunk of the earth into him eating the last few bits of the planet, letting out a huge burp, feeling his belly swell further, turning all that mass into more shark. He looks up, seeing the moon now orbiting around him, nabbing it once it got close to his paw, tossing it into his maw like it was a large gumball, eating that too. He murrs contently, rubbing his massive middle, feeling the countless tons of fat rippling under his paws, even in space his body is still able to wobble and shake, having plenty of belly and booty to rub against. Turned out he was able to find something to do today, and he has an idea on what he will do tomorrow as he looks off at the rest of the solar system.