So this is something I've been wanting to make for a while but never got around to it. Partially because I less experienced with drawing such... magnitude.
For context, in Marina's timeline (which I plan to make a story of, eventually), she hated the extra weight she was gaining but slowly started to enjoy it. After a while, she started to really get into it and inevitably balloon in weight. The idea I had was to draw something for the moment Marina and Skipp decided to dial it back a bit.

Additional context:
As a part of the something something magical curse (I also plan to explain this further in the future), Marina stays in good health irrelevant to what she consumes (within reason). For the same magic blah blah reasons, she has a lot of muscle mass despite minimal exercise and she has a much higher stomach capacity.
Finally, Skipp can't talk but he can communicate with Marina through a mind link type situation (again, I'll explain better when I yes)

Unsurprisingly, there's a fair bit of descriptions related to fat, stuffing, stomach noises and so on. If that's not your thing then, well... this isn't for you.
Aside from that, I hope you enjoy.An audible gulp could be heard as the last bite of the wolf's meal made its way to her stomach. The size of said stomach was... impressive to say the least. Scattered around her were wrappers and containers from several sizable meals receved from three seprate food delivaries and a few empty tubs of ice cream from her own freezer and yet, there wasn't the slightest bit of actual food left. The frame of the couch she sat on creaked in protest as the blubbery, overstuffed beast leaned back and began massaging her pillowy gut.

Marina let out a pleasant sigh and gave her hefty belly a few good pats, sending waves across her abundant flab. Her stomach was letting out a near constant stream of gurgling and groaning sounds as it attempted to digest the onslaught of calories. She let out a deep burp before turning to the clock.

"It's getting pretty late... Sleeping off all this food would be nice."

Marina hoisted herself up from the couch with a noteable ease for someone as absurdly obese as her, though it still took her a moment to balance herself with all the sloshing and wobbling the rest of her body was doing. While holding as much of her belly as she could reach to reduce some of the extra movement, she made her way around the coffee table, stepping over the trash that had fallen off. She stopped for a moment to glance at what was left from her feast, quickly deciding to worry about it in the morning when she isn't so full. Her gaze drifted down to her own body, observing the sheer size of herself. Without anything in her wardrobe coming close to fitting, there was nothing stopping the seemingly endless fat of her rotund figure from jiggling at even the slightest movements. A blush formed across her face as she swayed back and forth, hearing the contents of her stomach sloshing heavily and feeling waves of fat flowing accross every inch of her form. Her lips curled into a grin as she dug her hands deep into her immense belly, groping and squeezing the soft blubber and giggling as its softness squished around her fingers.

After bringing herself back to reality, she began making her way to her room. There was just one issue, however. An issue that had been growing more prominent in the last month or so.
While entering her hallway, she felt herself suddenly stop as the sides of her waist and hips were blocked by the frame. She paused before readjusting and trying a few more times... with no success.

"Shit..." She mumbled to herself.

Simply put, she was too wide for the doorway. Now, at her current weight, she would be able squeeze through if she sucked in her belly and tried going sideways. That might work... if her stomach alone wasn't stretched to the size of a beach ball.
Giving it one more try, she managed to squeeze most of her belly through before trying to twist sideways to work her hip through. Though, all she really managed to do was force another burp out as her belly pressed against the frame. Eventually, Skipp started helping by biting the frame and trying to pull her through, but she just wasn't gonna fit.

"I've been telling you we need wider doorways." She heard Skipp say in the back of her mind.

"The doors... *pant* aren't the problem..." She said while desperately struggling to pry herself through, "It's MY FAT ASS!"

Her whole body wabbled endlessly and the doorway creaked as she pushed hard against it.

"You know you like being this big~"

She stopped struggling, finally accepting defeat.

"Hard to deny it when you know my thoughts..." She mumbled.

She paused and looked down at herself. She had gotten so big... So fat... So heavy... She looked at how her breast squished around the door frame. She adjusted her self a bit so she wasn't pinned so tightly. As she stood there, she noticed how her belly hung to her knees and it was anything but quiet. Constantly bubbling and gurgling and sloshing... It felt so heavy. So... good.

"You're enjoying this~" Skipp teased, snapping Marina back to reality.

Marina shook the thoughts out of her head, remembering the problem at hand.

"This has gotten out of hand, Skipp."

He paused for a moment.

"Well... You're not entirely wrong..."

Marina grunted as she pulled herself back out of the doorway, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance. She looked down at her stomach again as it continued gurgling, letting out another hearty belch. She turned her attention towards the trash still scattered from her feast, then she glanced in the kitchen in the adjacent room and looked at the various trash bags that had piled up and dirty dishes from previous binges. She let out a sigh and frowned. She had never really been messy despite her excessive indulgence, but more recently she had been a bit lazy about cleaning up.

She really wanted to start cleaning up right now but, admittedly, she was still far too full to have the necessary mobility, on top of being rather exhausted. She glanced at herself again, then turned to Skipp.

"We need to lose weight." She said, flatly.

"I guess you're right..." He regretfully admitted before beginning to smirk. "But you're not planning to lose all of it, right?"

Marina paused for a moment, passively poking and squeezing various parts of her body. She made her way to the couch and laid down on her back, feeling her stomach sloshing heavily before finally settling.

"Not all of it." She grinned.This was kinda my first at actual story writing and, to no surprise, it's not quite as good as I'd like. Despite that, I still like how it turned out overall.
I don't really have much else to say so... ye.