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The bakery had been abandoned for months. It was on the outskirts of town, not too popular outside of a few regular customers, so it took a while for people to realize the “CLOSED” sign wasn’t going to be “OPEN” any time soon. After that, most folks just forgot about the place. The bakeries downtown were always ten times as popular anyway.
There was this one kid going to the community college who posted on Youtube a lot, though. He was a chubby bunny, a nice kid, but he vlogged one day that he was going to check out the abandoned bakery. A lot of his most popular videos involved him checking out abandoned places and seeing what he could find, so it made sense. Until two weeks passed and people realized no one had seen him since. There was a missing persons case, some tears shed, no real answers, and the legend of the place began.
About a month later, there was another Youtuber. A hyena a few years older than the bunny, Maryann Pleith. She took a few classes with him in high school and always wondered if the bakery had anything weird going on. So she decided to livestream a visit into the place. All was well at first, until she stepped into the main room and found the display cases were full of cakes and donuts, a massive tray of apple danishes, her absolute favorite, sitting fresh on a table almost begging her to dig in. Maryann at first resisted temptation, not seeing the hazy violet aura around her, but eventually reached to take a bite. Her video feed shorted out for five minutes, until with a flash, she reappeared on the screen, her mouth covered in jelly, yelling and screaming that people needed to stay away from the place. As the phone moved up and down, viewers could see she’d doubled her weight in that short period of time.
From there, despite Maryann’s terrified warnings, the bakery became a dare of sorts, an urban legend around town. People told stories, people who used to visit the store regularly, of the spirit of a scorned baker, one whose incredible food was never respected years earlier at a restaurant in the same strip mall, whose ghost decided to haunt the abandoned bakery. Since no one enjoyed their food in their past life, they would take it out on anyone foolish enough to enter their afterlife. Or things of that nature. The legend changed a lot depending on who told it.
Despite the many people talking about the odd bakery, few braved a venture into the closed-down shop. Sure, there were occasionally thrillseekers on Youtube who would visit, either getting spooked the moment they saw a shadow where it shouldn’t be or having a similarly filling experience like Maryann. Her critics, ones who said she faked the video so she could get fat, were silenced when Chance Ryan, a bodybuilder thrillseeker lion, exited the bakery barely able to waddle with his weight having more than tripled, telling stories of being force-fed lemon meringue pie, his favorite dessert, until he thought he would burst, only for the food to rapidly cause his weight to skyrocket. Doctors said if the lion wasn’t so strong, he’d be immobile.
JT couldn’t take it anymore. There was something about the bakery in the videos that called out to him. The red wolf had to try to figure out what the mystery was. Why the ghost would do such a thing. How it would feel for apple fritters to flow down his throat, bloating him into a couch-sized blob of a fur if not bigger… then again, what ever happened to that bunny kid? Potentially solving the mystery was worth getting as big as a barn… which he kind of wanted to experience anyway... OK, yeah, he was going to do it.
Entering the bakery was surprisingly easy. The back door was locked, but with a hinge having broken off, it was easy to jimmy open. The wolf, within a minute, found himself in the haunted bakery, wondering if the rumors were true, still not trusting the superstition despite the evidence he’d seen with his own eyes. Then the lights came on. They didn’t all come on, though, and the ones that did were a haunted violet, leaving the room with an eerie glow. JT turned to see, just as he’d expected, the display cases were full as if they’d just been filled. Then a sound behind him made him turn, only for his slack jaw to get filled with a sugary, fruity taste. One chew and he knew it was an apple fritter. His favorite, and confirmation it was all real. The red wolf couldn’t figure out whether to dash to the exit or wag his tail. Frozen in place, he paused long enough that another fritter flew into his mouth, forcing him to chew with his mouth open until he gulped them both down.
Immediately, a small pot belly sprouted around the wolf’s middle as he involuntarily continued to eat, each morsel entering his maw responsible for another fold forming around his back and another inch of his waistline beginning to expand.
Realizing he’d already lost his chance to flee, JT looked up from his widening muzzle to see an incredibly obese owl in a chef’s uniform, looking at the wolf in turn and grinning.
“Ah, finally, another customer,” she sneered at the wolf, raising a violet-tinged wing. Immediately, the stream of apple fritters magically flowing into the wolf’s mouth doubled in speed, and he was left helpless as he could feel his body rapidly expanding. His ass widened and his gut splayed out between his legs before surging downward, slapping the floor with a thud. He turned to run, but could do little more than pivot one foot before realizing he was too fat to flee.
“My, such a greedy boy,” the owl teased as JT felt himself moments away from swelling into immobility. “Why don’t you have some more? It’s on the house…”
The wolf gleefully opened his maw wider for the fritters to continue to flow.
“Now, now, such a big fat wolfy deserves a reward for being such a good boy,” the owl teased as JT looked at her with admiration, excited to become such a gluttonous symbol of excess and obesity. “Now, why don’t you come with me?” She flapped a wing, and JT suddenly found himself transported somewhere. He couldn’t tell where, other than the brown grass on his footpaws. Wait, grass wasn’t brown. Then he heard an earth-shattering burp and felt the ground beneath his already massive body ripple, making him ripple in turn.
Then he saw the bunny ears, and the muzzle, atop a mountain of fat.
“I know what you’re thinking, and no, it won’t take much time at all for you to catch up with him,” the owl grinned as she raised both wings, causing a flurry of fritters to jolt directly into JT’s maw.
He shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
nolovehugepleb____
The bakery had been abandoned for months. It was on the outskirts of town, not too popular outside of a few regular customers, so it took a while for people to realize the “CLOSED” sign wasn’t going to be “OPEN” any time soon. After that, most folks just forgot about the place. The bakeries downtown were always ten times as popular anyway.
There was this one kid going to the community college who posted on Youtube a lot, though. He was a chubby bunny, a nice kid, but he vlogged one day that he was going to check out the abandoned bakery. A lot of his most popular videos involved him checking out abandoned places and seeing what he could find, so it made sense. Until two weeks passed and people realized no one had seen him since. There was a missing persons case, some tears shed, no real answers, and the legend of the place began.
About a month later, there was another Youtuber. A hyena a few years older than the bunny, Maryann Pleith. She took a few classes with him in high school and always wondered if the bakery had anything weird going on. So she decided to livestream a visit into the place. All was well at first, until she stepped into the main room and found the display cases were full of cakes and donuts, a massive tray of apple danishes, her absolute favorite, sitting fresh on a table almost begging her to dig in. Maryann at first resisted temptation, not seeing the hazy violet aura around her, but eventually reached to take a bite. Her video feed shorted out for five minutes, until with a flash, she reappeared on the screen, her mouth covered in jelly, yelling and screaming that people needed to stay away from the place. As the phone moved up and down, viewers could see she’d doubled her weight in that short period of time.
From there, despite Maryann’s terrified warnings, the bakery became a dare of sorts, an urban legend around town. People told stories, people who used to visit the store regularly, of the spirit of a scorned baker, one whose incredible food was never respected years earlier at a restaurant in the same strip mall, whose ghost decided to haunt the abandoned bakery. Since no one enjoyed their food in their past life, they would take it out on anyone foolish enough to enter their afterlife. Or things of that nature. The legend changed a lot depending on who told it.
Despite the many people talking about the odd bakery, few braved a venture into the closed-down shop. Sure, there were occasionally thrillseekers on Youtube who would visit, either getting spooked the moment they saw a shadow where it shouldn’t be or having a similarly filling experience like Maryann. Her critics, ones who said she faked the video so she could get fat, were silenced when Chance Ryan, a bodybuilder thrillseeker lion, exited the bakery barely able to waddle with his weight having more than tripled, telling stories of being force-fed lemon meringue pie, his favorite dessert, until he thought he would burst, only for the food to rapidly cause his weight to skyrocket. Doctors said if the lion wasn’t so strong, he’d be immobile.
JT couldn’t take it anymore. There was something about the bakery in the videos that called out to him. The red wolf had to try to figure out what the mystery was. Why the ghost would do such a thing. How it would feel for apple fritters to flow down his throat, bloating him into a couch-sized blob of a fur if not bigger… then again, what ever happened to that bunny kid? Potentially solving the mystery was worth getting as big as a barn… which he kind of wanted to experience anyway... OK, yeah, he was going to do it.
Entering the bakery was surprisingly easy. The back door was locked, but with a hinge having broken off, it was easy to jimmy open. The wolf, within a minute, found himself in the haunted bakery, wondering if the rumors were true, still not trusting the superstition despite the evidence he’d seen with his own eyes. Then the lights came on. They didn’t all come on, though, and the ones that did were a haunted violet, leaving the room with an eerie glow. JT turned to see, just as he’d expected, the display cases were full as if they’d just been filled. Then a sound behind him made him turn, only for his slack jaw to get filled with a sugary, fruity taste. One chew and he knew it was an apple fritter. His favorite, and confirmation it was all real. The red wolf couldn’t figure out whether to dash to the exit or wag his tail. Frozen in place, he paused long enough that another fritter flew into his mouth, forcing him to chew with his mouth open until he gulped them both down.
Immediately, a small pot belly sprouted around the wolf’s middle as he involuntarily continued to eat, each morsel entering his maw responsible for another fold forming around his back and another inch of his waistline beginning to expand.
Realizing he’d already lost his chance to flee, JT looked up from his widening muzzle to see an incredibly obese owl in a chef’s uniform, looking at the wolf in turn and grinning.
“Ah, finally, another customer,” she sneered at the wolf, raising a violet-tinged wing. Immediately, the stream of apple fritters magically flowing into the wolf’s mouth doubled in speed, and he was left helpless as he could feel his body rapidly expanding. His ass widened and his gut splayed out between his legs before surging downward, slapping the floor with a thud. He turned to run, but could do little more than pivot one foot before realizing he was too fat to flee.
“My, such a greedy boy,” the owl teased as JT felt himself moments away from swelling into immobility. “Why don’t you have some more? It’s on the house…”
The wolf gleefully opened his maw wider for the fritters to continue to flow.
“Now, now, such a big fat wolfy deserves a reward for being such a good boy,” the owl teased as JT looked at her with admiration, excited to become such a gluttonous symbol of excess and obesity. “Now, why don’t you come with me?” She flapped a wing, and JT suddenly found himself transported somewhere. He couldn’t tell where, other than the brown grass on his footpaws. Wait, grass wasn’t brown. Then he heard an earth-shattering burp and felt the ground beneath his already massive body ripple, making him ripple in turn.
Then he saw the bunny ears, and the muzzle, atop a mountain of fat.
“I know what you’re thinking, and no, it won’t take much time at all for you to catch up with him,” the owl grinned as she raised both wings, causing a flurry of fritters to jolt directly into JT’s maw.
He shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
Category All / Fat Furs
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