Itay:

One evening, I lay sprawled out on my bed with a collection of empty wrappers scattered around me.

Before my mom had left for work, she had teased me about my recent weight gain and warned me not to binge on candy and sweets that night.

But, now that she was gone for the night and my dad was downstairs watching TV, I figured I could indulge in some chips and cookies while I had the chance.

Or should I say overindulge? I thought to myself with a smirk. I just couldn't resist the chance to stuff my face until I was beyond full.

“Haah - ” I burped out loud and patted my full stomach.

“Ah… I think I might have some room left for more.” I hummed and glanced over at the remaining boxes of candy and snacks in front of me.


After finishing a bag of gummy worms, I grabbed a box of chocolate chip cookies and tore it open. I closed my eyes and groaned as I stuffed cookies into my mouth two or three at a time.

I greedily gulped it all down and the tasty treats quickly filled me up even more. I felt myself slipping into a food coma as I lazily shoved cookies down my throat. Stuffing myself senseless was becoming somewhat of a routine, and I always welcomed the drowsiness that came with it.

My eyes rolled back and I moaned in bliss as I pushed the last chocolate chip cookie into my maw. I took my time with the cookie, humming blissfully between bites until I swallowed it all down.

“Oh yeah…” I licked my lips and happily settled back into my bed, slowly rubbing my chubby tummy up and down. Although I was so full it was hard to breathe, my entire body was awash with pleasure after such a binge. My belly felt full and warm and my muscles had long since relaxed against the bed. Being 'food drunk' as I called it always felt soooo good.

I was just getting ready to drift off when a blast of loud pop music surged through the room, making me jump. It was as if the speakers on a radio had suddenly cranked up to full volume.

“Goddamit, Aaron…” I groaned and shifted uncomfortably in the bed, empty wrappers crinkling all around me.

The music was coming from the room next to mine, which was occupied by my younger sister. She'd been playing music on her phone at a low volume before I had begun my feast, but now it seemed she had turned it up as high as it could go. Even then, the music seemed impossibly loud , almost as if my ears were amplifying the sound.

“Hey, turn it down!” I shouted, reaching up to scratch one of my ears. “Or else I'll - ” My voice abruptly cut off when I felt my right ear ripple and grow beneath my fingers.

“What the?!” I gasped and sat up, suddenly very alert. I tugged and pulled at my ears but the sensation beneath my fingertips remained the same. My ears felt much larger, rounder and...furry?

“What the hell?” I pulled my hand in front of my face and saw that my fingers were covered in short, tan hairs. I shook my hands a few times before I realized the fur was spreading, covering my fingers and knuckles in a thick, tan pelt. My fingernails morphed into black claws that poked out from the lighter fur around my fingers.

I quickly turned my hands around in time to watch my palms and fingertips grow into plump brown paw pads. The tan fur raced past my wrist and spread up my arms, puffing out into black tufts at my elbows.

“No, no, no…” I leaned forward and clutched the back of my head, willing the fur and claws to go away. Instead, the tingling sensation crawled up my neck and I felt my hair begin to grow at an alarming rate. My short black hair thickened and grew past my shoulders, spilling out over the collar of my gray t-shirt.

“What’s happening to me?!” I called out. I pulled my arms away from my head so fast I nearly toppled over. I felt my wrist brush against my leg as I slammed my hands down on the bed to catch my balance, and a prickling sensation shot down my thigh. Fur blossomed on my legs, turning a lighter shade as it reached my ankles. My eyes widened as I watched my bare feet grow into big, furry hind paws with dull black claws sprouting from the tips of four toes. “Ahh!” I flexed the fluffy digits and scrambled backwards against the baseboard of my bed.

Tan fur, thick and fluffy, sprouted on my thighs and grew out until my cargo shorts were almost skin tight. When the sensation hit my backside, I yelped and rocked up on my knees. My tailbone stretched and stretched until I felt something hanging out over the back of my pants.

I looked back to find a thin tail poking out below the hem of my shirt. It was tan with a thick black tuft at the tip. “A tail, too?!” I jumped when I felt the extra appendage slashing the air behind me. It whacked the frame of my own bed and I cried out in pain.

I shivered and twitched, digging my new claws into the mattress below me. The itching sensation was all over my body, pricking my skin and sending out waves of tan animal fur in its wake.

The tickling sensation spread up past my hips and I winced when I felt fur crawling across my stomach.

My hand - or rather, my paw shot down to clutch at my chubby belly. I imagined the thick fur now covering it as my skin began to itch beneath my t-shirt. The sensation sunk under my skin and I heard my full belly gurgling in protest.

I groaned out loud when I felt my stomach start to expand.

My belly wobbled as it grew and plumped out, forcing my shirt up past my belly button. I squeezed my eyes shut tight until my stomach had finally stopped growing.

I quickly looked down to survey the damage. My tummy was now hanging out under my shirt, covered in a mass of tan fur with a streak of black fluff running down the middle. I huffed and ran my paw pads across my stomach, discovering countless new rolls and folds of fat as I went. My belly’s so big I can't even see the empty wrappers right in front of me on the bed! I thought to myself.

I wanted to catch my breath, but even after gaining such a big tummy, my body wasn't done changing yet.

My ears flicked as the music from the next room flooded back, louder than ever before. It was almost enough to distract me from the thick pelt of fur stretching across my chest and climbing up my throat with no sign of stopping or slowing down.

This isn't happening, I must’ve fallen asleep after all. I ate way too much and now I'm in some crazy, snack-fueled dream! I thought.

The skin on my cheeks prickled and itched as I felt fur spreading across my face. My mouth and nose elongated into a furry, tan snout right in front of my eyes. When I cried out in surprise, my tongue thickened and grew to fit a larger mouth.

My room echoed with music and I winced as I flattened my newly sensitive ears against my skull. I shook my head and buried my wet feline nose in my hands, letting out a strangled roar at the overwhelming noise coming from the other room.

A roar? Do I still have my voice or did I lose that, too? I thought in panic. I opened my mouth to shout and felt my teeth grow into pointed fangs.

“Aaron, turn the music DOWN!” I roared again before I gasped out loud and clapped my paws over my mouth. I mean, my snout. My muzzle? Whatever.

I sat there panting on my bed, my breath coming out in ragged spurts with my paws covering my face. My chest heaved and I pulled my paws away to take in a deep, hitching breath.

With the prickling sensation gone at last, I felt my tail relaxing behind my back, no longer thrashing around in discomfort. I knew I was covered in fluff from head to toe, but curiosity had temporarily replaced my panic. I had to know what I looked like. In a daze, I stumbled out of my room and inched toward the bathroom down the hall. I flicked on the lights and peered around the door frame, fearfully gazing up into a mirror above the sink. I immediately grunted and blinked in surprise.

Staring back at me was a lion, standing upright on the tile floor. The form was taller than my human self, and much chubbier, too. My arms and legs were still strong as ever, but I noticed some extra padding beneath the fur around my face, chest, hips, and thighs.

In many ways, however, my face was the same. The same brown eyes gleamed above my chubby, furry cheeks. I had the same black beard and thin mustache, slightly stretched to fit my round muzzle. The necklace I always wore was still on its chain around my neck, a Star of David pendant with my name etched in Hebrew on the back. The metal clinked cheerfully when I moved, but was almost completely covered by the black fur at my throat.

My furry tan face was framed by a thick, black mane that poofed out around the edges and grew to one side at the top of my head in an echo of my former human hairstyle. I leaned over the sink to get a closer look in the mirror, and my tummy squished against the counter. I pulled back and my prominent stomach wobbled with every move. The fur that poked out beneath my shirt was a lighter color, matching the pelt under my chin and all eight toes and ten fuzzy fingers. The fur at my sides blended into the darker tan color now covering the rest of my skin.

Just for kicks, I padded over to a scale in the corner of the room and gingerly placed my hind paws on top of its white plastic surface. The scale groaned beneath me and I watched the tiny screen between my toes blink to life. I read the number and my eyes went wide.

250?! I must've gained 30 pounds in under a minute… I sighed as I ran my paws down my sides, grabbing at the plumped love handles at my hips.

I quickly returned to the mirror with a huff, my tail thrashing wildly behind my back as fresh panic blossomed in my chest. “What am I gonna do? I have to go tell someone…”

But who? Mom’s busy at work, she won’t be home till early tomorrow morning. Maybe I’ll go get dad - he’s still in the living room watching TV... No no, he wouldn’t know what to do. I sighed. Should I go tell… Aaron?

My lips curled into a snarl and I saw my gleaming white fangs in the mirror for the first time. No way in hell am I going to show her first. I stretched my jaws wide and examined my rough pink tongue.

I thought about calling my mom, but I wasn't in the mood for getting a blast of Russian in my ear. She probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

I bared my teeth and let out a frustrated growl. My tail lashed through the air and thumped against my side, sending a ripple through the new layer of chub around my middle. I spun around and took my tail in my paw, inspecting the length of tan fur and black tufted tip spilling over my tight shorts.

My eyebrows raised in disbelief as I turned around in circles and glanced all around at the new curves and fur covering my body. Everywhere I looked, I saw thick tan fluff or tufts of black fuzz in place of the tan skin I’d seen on my body for twenty years. I must’ve pinched myself a hundred times before I finally accepted the fact that I was not in the middle of a food coma induced nightmare.


After a while, I slowly slipped back into my room, listening to my thick black claws clicking softly against the smooth wood floor. I felt my belly swaying as I walked, and I looked down to watch the fat wobble and ripple.

I slumped down on my bed and snarled in pain when I accidentally sat on my tail.

“Ow!” I groaned. “Ah, what am I gonna do…?” I flopped down on my back with a loud sigh. With my tail still throbbing painfully beneath me, I slowly rolled over to lay on the plump paunch of my tummy.

I huffed and blew a strand of thick black hair away from my face. As my thoughts began to wander, so did my eyes. My gaze hovered over the pile of leftover treats laid out on the purple comforter and I immediately heard my stomach rumble beneath me.

Well, there is one good thing about all this… I sat up and crawled over to the sweets, eagerly flicking my tongue across my muzzle. The bed creaked beneath my weight and I smirked when a couple empty wrappers crinkled under me. Soon, there'd be more than just a few wrappers covering my bed.

Now that I have a bigger belly to fill, I might as well make sure it's full to the brim…