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Days passed, and all JT could do was gorge himself until he couldn’t eat another bite, then keep eating. The moment he let himself let go, he had no interest in catching himself again. Whenever he finished a burger or a pizza, he whooped, poking or plodding at his slowly-thickening self, ecstatic to see a new roll of pudge, or sag in his belly, or dimple on his face appear.
JT had always craved becoming a gainer, but he had no idea it was going to be so much fun. Every single chomp and munch was another step toward gluttony, toward weight gain, toward sheer fatness. He couldn’t wait. And as he kept eating, his stomach stretched as much as it distended, though he tried his best to push its growth along, too. By the time he could feel his moobs starting to round off his chest, and by the time his scrawny arms started to fill out with pudge, he decided to push things to the next level.
The wolf grabbed one of the pizzas in his paws, but instead of speed-eating slices like he had been, he decided to try something new, and quicker - the faster he finished it, the more time he’d have to keep stuffing himself before his belly would groan and strain and he’d have to take a break. Quickly, JT rolled the pizza up like a burrito and started shoving it into his maw, ripping huge bites off of the rolled-up meal and greedily, sloppily gulping them down. Every time he started chewing into the pizza, he smiled - the crust had wrapped itself around the meat, cheese and tomato sauce, all of it exploding onto his tongue over and over, a sensation the wolf cherished, craved and loved. His paws crammed chunks into his mouth until he almost bit one of them at which point he took a deep breath and smiled. He had finished the whole thing!
Well, almost. In his frenzy, JT hadn’t realized a slice of the pizza had fallen off, and he yanked it out of its cardboard box immediately, shoving it in his mouth and letting it sit there as he paused for a moment, proud of himself for giving into his wildest fantasy. He didn’t notice his sweatpants were getting tight, or that his gut was starting to hang over his waistband, or that his chest was starting to hang down off him. He didn’t realize he was starting to put an impressive dent into his feast, boxes and bags strewn across the floor. The lupine simply enjoyed his pizza.
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The second part of a commission from
randomdude0382!
JT had always craved becoming a gainer, but he had no idea it was going to be so much fun. Every single chomp and munch was another step toward gluttony, toward weight gain, toward sheer fatness. He couldn’t wait. And as he kept eating, his stomach stretched as much as it distended, though he tried his best to push its growth along, too. By the time he could feel his moobs starting to round off his chest, and by the time his scrawny arms started to fill out with pudge, he decided to push things to the next level.
The wolf grabbed one of the pizzas in his paws, but instead of speed-eating slices like he had been, he decided to try something new, and quicker - the faster he finished it, the more time he’d have to keep stuffing himself before his belly would groan and strain and he’d have to take a break. Quickly, JT rolled the pizza up like a burrito and started shoving it into his maw, ripping huge bites off of the rolled-up meal and greedily, sloppily gulping them down. Every time he started chewing into the pizza, he smiled - the crust had wrapped itself around the meat, cheese and tomato sauce, all of it exploding onto his tongue over and over, a sensation the wolf cherished, craved and loved. His paws crammed chunks into his mouth until he almost bit one of them at which point he took a deep breath and smiled. He had finished the whole thing!
Well, almost. In his frenzy, JT hadn’t realized a slice of the pizza had fallen off, and he yanked it out of its cardboard box immediately, shoving it in his mouth and letting it sit there as he paused for a moment, proud of himself for giving into his wildest fantasy. He didn’t notice his sweatpants were getting tight, or that his gut was starting to hang over his waistband, or that his chest was starting to hang down off him. He didn’t realize he was starting to put an impressive dent into his feast, boxes and bags strewn across the floor. The lupine simply enjoyed his pizza.
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The second part of a commission from
randomdude0382!
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Size 1000 x 900px
File Size 997 kB
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