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As time went on, JT found his piles of food were starting to shrink, empty boxes now stacked up around him. At a certain point, he had decided to focus on nothing but food going down his throat. The more he ate, the bigger he’d get, the more of a surprise he’d have to show off when he was done. Half-eaten corn dogs laid around him, bags of fries with just one or two stragglers left in them around the floor, a burger waiting for him to pick it up off the floor. He would, of course. He was eating every bite before he was done.
JT also hadn’t realized just how wide of a wolf he was becoming as he grew, his belly pressing out far against his waist and thighs, his moobs developing additional folds underneath, his arms thick and unwieldy with layers of fat that extended to his paws. At one point, while trying to grab a box of pizza, he had bumped the table containing his celebratory 500-follower cake, and the confection plummeted to the ground, collapsing in a pile.
By this point, JT didn’t care about manners. He had long been cramming messy bites into his maw, not caring if anything spilled. There was a lot of “anything” by the time he had knocked over the cake, so it wasn’t a problem for him to simply crawl down onto all fours. He was getting close to his goal, he knew it. 500 pounds wasn’t far away. Heavy pawfuls of messy, creamy cake went directly into his maw, his ears tilting as the sheer sugar overpowered his taste buds. Before long, he became a machine, cramming more and more into his mouth. He could feel his stomach starting to plead for mercy, but he didn’t care. JT felt his lardy middle splay across the floor, but he didn’t care. He was going until he was done.
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JT also hadn’t realized just how wide of a wolf he was becoming as he grew, his belly pressing out far against his waist and thighs, his moobs developing additional folds underneath, his arms thick and unwieldy with layers of fat that extended to his paws. At one point, while trying to grab a box of pizza, he had bumped the table containing his celebratory 500-follower cake, and the confection plummeted to the ground, collapsing in a pile.
By this point, JT didn’t care about manners. He had long been cramming messy bites into his maw, not caring if anything spilled. There was a lot of “anything” by the time he had knocked over the cake, so it wasn’t a problem for him to simply crawl down onto all fours. He was getting close to his goal, he knew it. 500 pounds wasn’t far away. Heavy pawfuls of messy, creamy cake went directly into his maw, his ears tilting as the sheer sugar overpowered his taste buds. Before long, he became a machine, cramming more and more into his mouth. He could feel his stomach starting to plead for mercy, but he didn’t care. JT felt his lardy middle splay across the floor, but he didn’t care. He was going until he was done.
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Category All / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Size 1000 x 900px
File Size 897.9 kB
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