A goat eater finds her favourite meat just laid out for her! But is it too good to be true...?

Just a quick (belated >w>; ) birthday present for a friend whose birthday was just a few days ago, of her chupacabra OC!
Happy late birthday! Hope you like it! :3

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It had been a long time since Dulce had returned to Mexico. She had spent the last long while - over five months, if she was right - going around north America on a solo trip, for no other reason than to sate her wanderlust.

Despite mostly keeping to herself, she had made quite an impression on many people, including many train ticket takers she had 'persuaded' to overlook her lack of a ticket. You see, Dulce was in fact a Chupacabra - a creature of Mexican folklore that was said to devour goats.
Anyone who knew Dulce, or at least observed her from a safe distance, knew there was some truth to the myth - not only that the creatures existed, but also that her appetite for goat meat was insatiable. She behaved herself around sentient goats of course, though she couldn't help but sneak them longing stares with her blood red eyes and licking her razor-sharp fangs.
However, she was anything but a dangerous monster - in fact, she was more akin to a puppy; energetic, playful and affectionate. Anyone who got past her intimidating exterior would find a great new friend waiting underneath.

A grin crossed Dulce's muzzle as she wandered around her hometown in the dark night, the street illuminated by amber lamp poles. Not many people were out this late, so she had the sidewalk all to herself. The chirp of crickets, the cloudless full moon and the cool air were familiar signs of peace and quiet.

Grrrrrlllllnnn...

Or, at least peace.

Dulce blinked and put a hand to her lean stomach through her shirt, feeling it grumble with hunger. Being quite a scavenger, money was never exactly a priority to her - she found her food as opposed to buying it. Though, that did leave her with her thin body, and the lack of non-sentient goats meant she was lacking in her favourite meal a lot of the time. Hence her regular returns home, where there were plenty of them wandering around for her to snack on.

Dulce scowled to herself. This late at night, no place nearby would be open to serve her any meat at all, let alone goat. And she couldn't go outside the city and hunt down her own, lest she collapse from exhaustion or scare her prey away with growling not coming from her throat. Curse her being too busy getting home to eat something!
She grunted with exasperation and rubbed her empty belly. She needed a solution, and now...

Then, as if on cue, Dulce's wet nose twitched as a pleasant warmth tickled her nostrils. She snuffled, and the warm sensation filled her senses with a delightful, familiar scent.

Goat meat!

Her jaws parted as she ran her tongue across her muzzle, catching a sliver of drool before it ran down her chin. The strong smell of her favourite food caused her stomach to nearly roar in hunger, and combined with her hunger, it was too much to ignore. She had to find the source!
With a wide, distant grin, she lifted her nose to the air and snuffled as she tracked the scent, letting it lead her along the street.

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The delicious scent trail led Dulce off the main street and into an alleyway. It was nearly pitch black from the lack of light, but she was more than used to the dark. In fact, it was her element, thanks to always stalking prey or slipping past night guards in the darkness.

The chupacabra walked along, the delicious scent of goat getting stronger and stronger as she went. She had no idea where she was going, but she did know she was going to have a great time chowing down.
That was, until she walked head first into something cold and hard, which emitted a metallic clang. She yelped and clutched her muzzle, which was gladly undamaged but sore. She rubbed it, and narrowed her eyes to try and get a better look at what she'd bumped into. Her eyesight was quite good in the dark, and she could make out that she was standing in front of some kind of door. The smell was coming from a small air vent parallel to her eyes.

Dulce tried to peer through the grid, but she couldn't make anything out, and the door had also been chained and padlocked so she couldn't just waltz right in.
However, very few things could keep a chupacabra from its meal, and locked doors were not one of them. With her powerful jaws, the chupacabra chomped down on the chain, snapping it loose and causing it to fall with a loud jingle.

Now she could just waltz right in, and waltz she did.

Inside was incredibly dark, and she couldn't make out the silhouettes. A soft humming of machinery filled her ears. She quietly shut the door and felt for a light switch by the wall. After accidentally flipping it with her palm, the fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered to life one by one, until Dulce discovered she was in some kind of storeroom. Rows upon rows of large, silver refrigerators were laid across the large room, making a straight walkway between the door she had entered and a door at the other side.

Dulce quickly put two and two together. A smell of meat, plus lots of fridges...

Grinning with anticipation, she dashed to the nearest fridge and threw the door open. The little light inside came on, revealing multiple plastic domes on all three shelves. Each one had the word 'cabra' written on it in black marker.
With a small purr, she lifted a platter out and took the plastic dish off. A perfectly brown steak of meat sat there, nicely cooled and ready to be eaten. The delectable scent of her favourite food practically oozed off of it.

A sliver of splatted on the floor as Dulce's jaws parted in a moment of greed. Wasting no more time, she chewed up the steak, making short work of it as it was gone in just a few hearty chomps. The meat was perfectly moist, and felt like it was melting in her mouth. A pleasureful sigh escaped her as she licked the grease from her muzzle. She had missed this taste so much.

Though, one thing she missed noticing was how her shirt felt a little less loose. Her jeans had also gotten the tiniest bit more snug.

Dulce, of course, was busy with a new objective - after discovering the next few fridges contained the same plastic dishes, and assuming they were all the same, she began emptying them one by one. The platters of goat meat were getting gathered in the middle of the room, while she helped herself to a mouthful every so often as she worked.

Every return trip to the fridge, thanks to a goat steak she'd sneak on the way, left Dulce looking fuller. Her stomach distended little by little, pressing against her shirt and pushing on her widening sides. Her jeans were already starting to get rather strained against his widening hips, growing rear and thickening thighs.

But despite her sneaking, Dulce was totally oblivious to how she had already grown - heck, she didn't feel any less hungry! The sight of an enormous stack of steaks in the middle of the floor, reaching up to the ceiling, didn't help the latter fact at all. A mountain of delicious goat meat, and the chubby chupacabra was all alone with it. Nothing could stop her unbridled greed now!

A drop of drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she ran her wet tongue across her muzzle. Her razor sharp fangs were bared, and her red eyes flickered with an almost feral hunger.
Wasting not a second longer, she grabbed two steaks, one in each hand, and proceeded to chow down with no shame or remorse.

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Minutes turned into hours as the night continued on, and by just after midnight, Dulce had taken quite sizeable chunk out of her mountain of goat steaks. Stacks of empty plates and discarded domes lay behind her, and she tossed one more of each over to join them before taking a small break. She had been eating nonstop for quite a while, and just needed to catch her breath before she journeyed toward her next course.

As she licked grease and tiny chunks of meat from her clawed fingers, the chupacabra stayed blissfully unaware of what her meal was doing to her, physically. Her shirt, once just a bit snug, was now failing to contain the dome of a stomach that was ballooning out from beneath it. Her belly wasn't even distending from food intake - it was outright fattening up! It was already hanging over her waistband, and she had begun developing love handles at her sides, which strained her shirt even more.
Her chest, normally on the smaller side, was starting to fill out as well, straining the top of her shirt and causing a few seams around the collar to stretch or pop. Her sleeves were beginning to creak as her upper arms thickened up with pure adipose.

Her jeans were not faring any better. All that steak wasn't just going to Dulce's middle - her backside was starting to expand as well, really filling any space she could have in her pants. Her thighs were really thickening up as well, making the snugness that much more obvious.
Her intimidating face was starting to look rather endearing with her cheeks getting chubbier and her chin starting to get a blubbery friend joining it.

But all Dulce was focused on was her feeding frenzy - she had barely made a dent in her appetite, but she had plenty of delicious goat steaks left to fix that.
Deciding she had waited long enough, she rubbed her pudgy paws together with a greedy chuckle, narrowing her red eyes at the mountain of meat before her.

Round Two. Bite!

Dulce's body wasn't the only thing growing - her gluttony was starting to get rather large as well. She practically dived into the dent in the stack of platters, causing the balanced pile above her to collapse and practically bury her in meat and plastic!
She didn't care, of course. In fact, she let out an elated squeal upon realising she was practically covered in the steaks, and proceeded to go to town on them all!

And of course, with every few bites she swallowed, another inch or two of pure blubber swelled onto her frame. Her clothes creaked and strained to try and hold on, but the fight was slowly being lost to the rapid increase of their wearer's girth. Stitches and seams popped and tore as they lost the fight to contain the influx of fat, allowing slivers of blubber to bulge out in the space left behind - most prominently in the seat of her struggling jeans. Her rounding rear was becoming just too much for it to take. Her ballooning breasts, along with challenging the strength of her bra straps, were stretching out the collar of her shirt even more.

Even the fact that her eyesight was being invaded by her increasing cheek fat went unnoticed by the gluttonous beast - as long as she could see steaks waiting for her to eat, she didn't care, or even realise, what was going on around her. She was hungry, and she wanted goat. She was going to eat up every last bite of it she could find, no matter what!
She didn't feel the least bit tired either, despite it being a while after midnight. She was used to hunting and feasting in the late hours, and this was no exception.

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"Ahh, excellent!" Dulce snorted into consciousness as she heard the voice of a man she'd never heard before, as well as a sharp prod in her side. "Wake up, you."

A soft, deep grunt escaped Dulce as her eyes opened... and she furroowed her eyebrows as she realised a good portion of her vision had become blocked at the bottom. Craning her neck downward, as much as she could anyway, she found a huge pair of saggy spheres and a colossal done were right beneath her. The spheres were draped in tatters of black, and the dome had a furry cover that reminded her of her own fur.

She blinked slowly, and suddenly her eyes widened as she pieced together what was going on.

"Ahh, finally awake," the man's voice spoke up again, and in the corner of her vision, she saw a sandy-coated wolf wearing a white lab coat and black pants, "well, I can definitely deduce that my formula was a success."

Dulce let out a small bark of confusion, causing the wolf to chuckle warmly.

"It's simple enough, my dear girl," he continued, "goats have been disappearing from farms left and right for years now. Non-sentient ones, of course, thankfully no citizens have been hurt. So, given the chupacabra population is wide here, I had an idea. I developed a pheromone irresistible to the creatures that, when ingested with food, would cause accelerated digestion, expansion of empty calories, and as a result, rapid weight gain. And thanks to the generosity of farmers across the country, I have - or, well, had - a great supply of goat meat coated with the pheromone to entice even the wariest chupacabra. They would be so fixated on devouring that they would have no clue what was happening until it was too late!"

He smirked and pressed a hand into the massive dome of belly under Dulce, causing her to feel a funny indenting sensation, and see a wide ripple across it. "In short, I created an additive to fatten up hungry chupacabras like you, and by the look of you, it worked like a charm."

Dulce had indeed grown alright, but calling her a 'blob' would be too kind. She was more or less a mass of blubber and fur! Her belly was spread out in such a manner that any view of her feet was obscured by it. Her breasts, about the size of two deflated yoga balls, sported the remains of snapped bra and tattered black shirt, which just kept her barely modest.
Her backside, however, was completely bare and surrounded by shreds of denim. After all, no pair of pants was going to fit around a fluffy rump of blubber about the size of two small cars. Her thighs were a full on thunderstorm with rain and lightning, from how thick they were. Her upper arms were thick and pushed to the side from her massive sides, which sported roles akin to tire stacks. Her chin was not so different, with four rolls of blubber with a fifth threatening to move in.

Dulce snarled at the wolf, her voice a few octaves deeper from the new mounds of fat pressing against her vocal chords. Though, given how she could not move herself aside from some futile and jiggle-inducing wiggles, she was not exactly the most intimidating chupacabra.

"Oh, don't take it too personally, dear," the wolf chuckled, wagging his tail beneath his coat, "I'm just doing it for the sake of our farmers...plus, you look rather precious as a helpless blob of blubber~"

Dulce blinked and felt a warm flush on her face as the wolf ran his hand along the side of her massive gut. Was he smiling as well?

He cleared his throat, as if composing himself from something. "Anyway, I'll be keeping you here for a little while...to research the effects of the pheromone, of course. Plus, I wouldn't mind some company. Gets rather lonely in the lab."

Dulce growled again, though it sounded more fearful this time around.

"Oh, don't worry," the scientist assured her, "I won't hurt you one bit. It may tickle, but no harm will come to you."

The chubby chupacabra grumbled to herself, having no choice but to accept her predicament. She blinked as a rather loud and irate roar thundered from beneath her, and she saw that her belly was jiggling from the force. She was hungry again!

"Not to worry, my dear," the wolf smirked, "I'll ask the farmers to donate some more goats...for 'research'." He winked.

Dulce blinked, and a grin came across her muzzle, causing her cheeks to squish up even more. Perhaps this won't be as bad as she thought...