So, I've been getting my creative juices back, and I want to kind of carry that momentum. I'm going to maybe make this into a full on series, going back to the beginning and getting her up to this size. We shall see. For now, enjoy this uh ... teaser ... pilot thing? Whatever you want to call this.

Biggest League of All is probably a working title for now, we'll see how this goes.

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Maybelle woke with a snort and a groan. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the natural light pouring into her bedroom. She craned her neck to look past her large body, and towards the window. What time was it, even? She stopped paying attention to that long ago.

The incredibly obese arcanine let out a huff as she laid there for a moment, covers cast aside into a messy pile against the wall. She had barely woken up, and was already a little sweaty. That was unsurprising to her. At her size, even a relatively mild day felt muggy.

After laying there for a moment, her lounging was interrupted by her gluttonous gut growling for food. It hadn’t been fed since the night before, and would kick up a fuss until it was satisfied. Maybelle moved to sit up, equally as eager to fill up. However, she found herself struggling to make it half way up, before gravity caught up with her. She slumped back against the bed, and let out a few heavy breaths. She still was getting used to being this big. She made a renewed attempt, this time propping herself up with her arms and slowly inching further, until she was sitting upright on the bed.

Maybelle had already started to breathe a bit heavier than normal from the effort. As she took a moment to relax, she looked at the wall next to the bed. It was covered end to end with medals, title belts, a newspaper clipping or two, and even a couple of signed posters from the undefeated world champion for martial arts.

After marvelling at these keepsakes for a moment, she continued her mission to get out of bed, and slowly dragged herself to the edge. Every motion she made caused loud creaks and groans from the bed beneath her. Her whole body lurched in tandem with her, like jelly on a plate. After a half dozen scooches, she finally made it to the edge, her legs now off the side of the bed, and feet on the carpeted floor. Maybelle was winded at this point, huffing and puffing again, this time with her tongue hanging out. She looked down at herself.

Maybelle was about as far from being in shape as one could be. Her face was round and plump. She had a second chin, though it was somewhat obscured by her scruffy face. Her chest would be the envy of every model, if it weren't for the fact they rested upon an apron of a belly. She had an old shirt on, but it barely covered more than a tube top would. Despite it being much too small for her and, so worn it was sporting a few holes and tears, it was a shirt she was quite fond of, since it was from her glory days. The material it was made of was very stretchy, and so she kept on wearing it, though it covered less and less of her every time she put it on.

Her belly currently sat nestled between her thighs, tucked into a large pair of sweatpants she was wearing. She couldn't see much past it when looking down, especially while standing up. Maybelle couldn't remember the last time she was able to read her own weight on a scale's display, nevermind see her feet.

Despite how big her upper body was, it was Maybelle's rump and legs that bore most of her extra weight. If a chair had arms, she couldn't sit in it without spilling out of it like an overflowing cup. Even then, she'd more likely than not be too heavy for it. When she didn’t have access to a couch, bed, or bench, she tried her best to spread her weight over two seats, provided the chairs looked sturdy enough.

Though this was rarely an issue as of late, since Maybelle didn’t exactly get out much any more. Maybelle's thunderously large legs made it very difficult to get around with ease. With every step she took, her whole body would bounce. On top of that, her body weight would carry her with some momentum, so she had to take it even slower, else risk crashing into something. Or someone.

All that wasn't even taking her stamina into account. Or rather, her lack thereof. Maybelle had been making an effort to stay mobile, but it seemed to make little impact. She could barely make it to the end of the driveway and back without ending up winded.

After looking at herself some, she looks back to the posters on the wall, and then back to herself again.

"How did I let myself get this big?" She quietly huffed to herself. Her face went red as she prodded at her belly, pressing into it experimentally. Her blush wasnt from shame or embarrassment, though. It was instead the result of fascination and excitement. She enjoyed the fact she let herself go this much. She liked to pretend to deny how big she'd gotten. She liked the looks she got when out in public. And she liked the idea of getting bigger still.

While she was getting giddy over the size of her paunch, her stomach reminded her she had yet to eat. She let out an exasperated sigh, knowing she'd need to get up and make her way to the kitchen. That was a relatively easy task for her, but she still didn't want to do it. She took a few deep breaths, trying to stoke herself up to standing up, when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

On the nightstand next to her, was a pair of wrapped burgers and a drink from a local place. She didn't remember ordering any food, and she wasn't the kind of person to leave leftovers. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she reached for the food. The burgers were lukewarm, but the drink was still cold. She let out an excited chuff as she unwrapped the burger and ate it in massive bites. She slurped down the soda in similarly large gulps.

It wasn't more than a few minutes later that the only remnants of the meal were a pair of crumpled wrappers, and a bit ice in the bottom of the otherwise empty cup. Maybelle let out a belch, followed by a satisfied huff. She gave her middle a few gentle pats, before letting out a grunt of frustration. She was still hungry. There was no way a pair of burgers would be enough to fill her up.

Fortunately, someone else had a solution for that problem.

“May! Are you up? I’m almost done making breakfast!”
Maybelle grinned to herself as she heard her partner call her from outside. Hearing their voice seemed to give her renewed vigor, as she licked her lips, and slowly pushed herself onto her feet with a labored grunt.

“I’m coming! Just give me a minute!” She called out, huffing again as she slowly lumbered her way across her bedroom, each step making a heavy thump, as if to announce she was in motion.