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“A young cougar starts working at a bar called Thick & Tipsy. As he delves deeper into this world of excess, he discovers a dark secret in the bar's basement.”
This story was inspired by this picture ^w^. Please go and send your love the the artist :3
“Thick and Tipsy”
by Bynnie-Jackalope.
As soon as the young cougar walked through the door of Thick & Tipsy, he saw that the place wasn't particularly luxurious. Still, it had a charm, with low lights, wide tables, and a long metal bar that reflected the purple neon lights of the sign. The atmosphere was calm, although permeated by the unmistakable smell of alcohol.
Behind the bar, a short, burly wolf was waiting for him, leaning slightly over a notebook. He was wearing a black shirt that tried to cover his ample belly, the fabric stretching out to reveal the lower part of his round stomach, bulging over tight jeans. He looked up when he saw the newcomer arrive, smiled, showing his fangs, and said in a deep voice:
"Ah, you must be the new guy. Welcome to Thick & Tipsy."
He put the notebook aside and beckoned him to come to the bar. Without too much fuss, he began the introduction:
"This is simple, kid. They order, you serve."
He nodded toward the tables, then to the line of dispensers behind the bar.
"If anyone asks for 'the house drink,' you grab this" he bent down and, with a somewhat exaggerated gesture, pulled out a thick hose, ending in a shiny metal nozzle "and pour a drink into one of these."
With his other hand, he lifted a glass so large it looked more like a small wooden barrel. He placed it on the bar, inserted the nozzle, and with a twist of his wrist, let a thick stream of dark, bubbling liquid fill the interior. The foam quickly rose until it almost spilled over.
"I warn you, some of our customers are plus-sized, so don't panic, my friend," he added with a laugh and a firm slap on the young man's back.
The wolf stood up straight again—or as straight as his belly would allow—and continued explaining the duties: how to clean the glasses, how to keep the bills, closing times, and the signals to give if a customer ordered something off the menu. Everything else was just normal bar-level details.
And when he finished, with a satisfied sigh, he downed the glass of the special drink. "You'll learn quickly," he murmured, before taking a long, resounding gulp. He barely swallowed before letting out a powerful belch, which echoed in the space. His belly trembled, shaking with a rippling motion.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to take an order that had just arrived, leaving the young man in his new workspace to get accustomed.
The night was beginning at Thick & Tipsy; the purple and red lights gave the interior an almost dreamlike atmosphere, where the contours seemed to tremble with every note of the music.
Theo, the newly hired young puma, stood at attention behind the bar. His golden fur was still clean, his white shirt perfectly buttoned, and his slender body seemed out of place, as the customers coming through the door were of a different caliber.
A huge hippopotamus, wearing a sleeveless shirt three sizes too small, revealing the folds of his belly that hung over his belt. Then a giraffe, wrapped in a shiny latex jumpsuit that barely contained the rolls that protruded from the sides. Its long neck bent lazily downward as it spoke to a rhinoceros whose chest protruded as much as its belly, both of them talking in a corner of the bar.
Theo felt like a mouse among elephants, but his job was simple. Orders came in one or two at a time, mostly hard drinks or soda-alcohol combos. Theo remained focused, even though at times he forgot what kind of place he was in until she arrived. The customer stood at the bar with a crooked smile. Her figure was full, wrapped in a dark dress, the stretchy fabric clinging to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The plunging neckline revealed the beginnings of her enormous, heavy chest.
"The house drink," she ordered, her voice soft.
Theo just nodded and proceeded to pour the drink into one of the draft glasses, filling it to the brim. The drink fizzed, thick and dark. The foam spilled over the edges as he placed it in front of her. The woman took the glass in both hands and began to drink steadily. Each swallow went down her throat. Theo, mesmerized, watched as her belly began to expand before his eyes.
Her stomach was already round, but as it filled out further, the dress began to show signs of tearing. The fabric around her middle seemed to want to let out what was underneath; the folds at her sides thickened further, and her belly hit the edge of the bar.
There was a crack, a rumble, and one side of the dress gave way. Her skin peeked through the tears, soaked with sweat, and she continued drinking, not caring what was happening.
When she finally emptied the glass, she slammed it down on the bar and let out a powerful, deep, prolonged belch.
“BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP.”
The belch vibrated from her chest to her belly, bouncing like balls. Her belly was splayed out on the bar, claiming territory, and the fabric of her dress was split in several places.
Theo couldn't tear his eyes away. The heat in the room seemed to have doubled. A trickle of sweat trickled down his temple, and he couldn't tell if it was from the heat or something else.
"Are you okay?" Theo asked, still unable to tear his eyes away from the sweaty figure in front of him.
The bat gave him a lopsided, satisfied smile.
"I'm better than fine, baby," she replied hoarsely and turned around heavily, her swollen belly bouncing with every step as she joined the rest of the sweaty, colossal animals writhing on the dance floor, moving to the bassy music.
Theo's shift ended shortly after, and he emerged from behind the counter, crossed the joint, and finally reached the door marked "Office."
"What the...?!" Theo exclaimed, frozen.
The wolf, his boss, was half-naked, only in his open jeans, his ample, round belly spilling over his thighs as he leaned back in an armchair. Beside him, two women equally or more obese than he was were giggling softly.
The wolf raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the interruption. With a click of his tongue, he said,
"Damn, it was getting good. Girls, get something special at the bar; it's on me.”
The two women stood with difficulty, their bellies swaying heavily, their thighs brushing with each step. They left the office laughing together, adjusting their tight dresses. Theo closed the door behind them, bewildered.
"What kind of thing are we serving here to make them gain weight like this?" he asked, unable to contain himself.
The wolf let out a low, slow laugh before taking a long drink from his glass. "I warned you our clientele was... 'somewhat' large. We give them what they want," he said, licking his lips.
"'somewhat'?!" Theo exclaimed, remembering the size of the bat and how she struggled just to stay upright.
The wolf shrugged. "Don't be so puffy, kitty. Besides, we don't do anything serious. Or has anyone complained?"
Theo opened his mouth but said nothing. No one had complained; in fact, they seemed happy.
The wolf settled more comfortably in the chair, making the wood creak. "Go back to work, Theo. You'll get used to it."
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed him, not wanting to continue the conversation. Theo turned toward the door, and behind it stood another pair of companions, even larger than the others. They smiled as they watched him pass, their bodies barely fitting through the doorframe.
The following days passed peacefully. Theo had grown accustomed to the rhythm of Thick & Tipsy, although at first, the smell overwhelmed him. Over time, he stopped noticing it or tried to ignore it since the pay was excellent.
Night after night, the bat always returned, but after each night, and each time, her body seemed to surpass any known limits. Her belly expanded forward; she could no longer see her own feet. Her thicker arms hung limply, with deep creases. Her neck had thickened so much that it resembled a taut tire, buried between her chin and her chest. Her movements grew slower and slower. Panting accompanied every step.
Until that night, Theo saw her arrive and froze in shock. She was wearing a top so small it barely held her colossal breasts together. Beneath it, her belly had grown so large it hung free, stretching out like a dome in front of her. She wore stretchy shorts that seemed ready to burst at the slightest movement.
"The house drink..." she said quietly, almost breathless after walking from the door to the bar.
Theo nodded silently. He filled the draft glass with the bubbly mixture, and she took it with both hands. She drank eagerly, her throat working steadily as the liquid disappeared into her body. And then, again. Her body began to swell, her belly expanding even further, pushing toward the floor. Her thighs and hips expanded at her sides. Her butt grew, trying to balance the rest of her body. Her breasts, squeezed by her top, rose slightly with each swallow.
The metal chair she was sitting on creaked, and Theo gulped; then there was a sharp, dry sound. CLANG! The seat gave way abruptly. The metal legs twisted, and her body slammed to the floor with a dull thud that rattled the bar.
"Are you okay?" Theo leaned out, concerned.
She only responded with a deep, wet belch. "BUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!!"
So fat and heavy, she fell to the floor, unable to sit up on her own. Her mountain-high belly heaved above her, her motionless arms resting at her side. Only the movement of her breathing indicated that she still had any strength left.
A pair of security guards arrived shortly after and, without saying a word, helped her to her feet, or at least lifted her enough to move her slowly between them. Theo watched them carry her toward a side door, beyond the public access.
At the end of the night, when the last customer staggered out of the bar and the lights dimmed at Thick & Tipsy, Theo could no longer contain the unease burning beneath his skin.
The memory of the bat's body falling to the floor and then being carried off somewhere still echoed in his head.
He crossed the bar in silence and reached a staircase to the basement, always guarded by guards. It was wider than a normal door, reinforced with thick metal, and had a complex lock. But this time, it was ajar.
The descending corridor smelled of old sweat and sugar. With each step, the sounds of belching grew louder. When he reached the bottom, there was a row of open crates, like small open rooms with "people" inside.
Deformed masses, animals so incredibly obese that their appearance was lost under layers and layers of lard. Immense rolls of fat hung from the edges of their bodies, their bellies bunched up in folds that filled every corner. Fattened arms rested uselessly at their sides, and each had a tube inserted into their mouths, slowly pumping the foamy soda Theo knew all too well.
The constant sound of their belching filled the basement, the dim, reddish light making the sweat on their bodies glisten. And among that sea of bodies, at the end of the line, Theo recognized the bat, or something resembling it.
Her belly was a monstrosity of layer upon layer of fat, her torso completely buried beneath her two prominent breasts. Her barely visible wings dangled uselessly behind her. Her swollen face had a dreamy expression, as if in a pleasant trance, as she sipped slowly from the tube, her body trembling with each swallow.
Theo took a step back in horror and put a hand to his chest. "What's going on here...?" he whispered, more to himself.
"They're our special clients."
The voice behind him paralyzed him; it was deep and familiar, sending a chill down his spine. When he turned, he saw his boss, the overweight wolf, his belly hanging out of a barely buttoned shirt. His smile was calm, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"And also," the wolf continued, taking a step forward, "they're products... for a certain even more special clientele."
Theo stepped back. The word "products" made his blood run cold. "Products? You sell to your clients?!" he cried, incredulous, his voice cracking.
The wolf gave a short, amused laugh as he took a slow sip of the foamy drink. "So, how do you think I get that amazing drink? It doesn't fall from the sky, kitty.”
Theo opened his mouth, but no words came out; the world suddenly felt smaller.
"It's a shame you were too curious," the wolf murmured, calmly lowering his glass.
Then he raised his hand and made a small sign. The four-bar guards emerged from the gloom of the hallway, as large as he remembered, advancing with confident strides. Theo tried to run, but they grabbed him by the arms and by the legs, pinned him down, and slammed him to the ground with a force that took his breath away.
The cold concrete hurt his face. No matter how hard he tried, it was going to be impossible to escape. The wolf approached, looking down on him, his footsteps making the floor rumble.
"Don't worry, Theo. You'll soon understand what it means to be part of the house. I don't like doing this," the wolf said, his voice colder than Theo had ever heard it. “I lose more than I gain... But it helps get rid of guys like you, who ask too many questions."
The four guards lifted him effortlessly, his thin body thrashing about without resistance, and dragged him between the rows of rooms to one of the empty crates. One of the guards grabbed the tube sticking out of the ceiling, grabbed his arms, and pinned him to the floor, while another guard forced his mouth open.
"No, no...! Stop it!"
The tube entered his mouth, and the thick, foamy, sweet liquid began to flow straight down his throat. It was like swallowing pure carbonated sugar. The taste was cloying, so concentrated it burned his gums, and a strange fizz rose from his stomach. He couldn't stop it. He swallowed reflexively, trying not to choke.
Then he felt his belly swell all at once, pressing against his shirt. The fabric creaked. The thin curve of his abdomen pushed forward, rounding out, pressing against his shirt.
The guards stopped for a moment, pulled the tube out of his mouth, and Theo gasped desperately—his belly bulging, round and tight, his shirt looking ready to burst. Then a powerful cry burst from his chest:
“BUUUUUUURRRRRP.”
The pressure eased a little, but then they shoved the tube back into his muzzle. The liquid was intense and relentless, and his body changed with every gulp. His stomach warped, spreading to the sides, taking up more space with each passing second. His shirt couldn’t take it anymore: POP! POP! CRRRCH! The buttons shot off like projectiles, bouncing against the metal walls as his belly finally jutted outward, as soft as jelly.
His thighs thickened, and his arms felt heavy as if made of lead. His neck thickened and merged with his double chin. His legs grew ever larger, and soon he couldn’t even flex his toes.
“P… please…” he murmured, but the plea fell on deaf ears as the tube kept pumping.
His chest swelled into soft breasts, and every part of his body became a quivering mass of lard. Finally, his limbs could no longer support his weight, and Theo collapsed, unable to even move his head. All of him trembled like a mountain of jelly, sweating and groaning under his bulk. The guards left without saying a word.
Then, the wolf approached and crouched next to the now-motionless puma, taking his chubby cheek between his fingers, lifting his face to get a better look.
“What a shame,” he said, with a resigned smile. “You were a good employee.”
He let go of the cheek, which fell with a wet plaf against his double chin.
“Now you’ll be a good product.”
And with that, the wolf turned around, leaving Theo in his new “room,” the tube still inside his mouth and the liquid flowing slowly. His fate was sealed, and soon, someone would come to buy him like the rest.
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This story was inspired by this picture ^w^. Please go and send your love the the artist :3
https://x.com/MangoBrewery/status/1893615591262662692“Thick and Tipsy”
by Bynnie-Jackalope.
As soon as the young cougar walked through the door of Thick & Tipsy, he saw that the place wasn't particularly luxurious. Still, it had a charm, with low lights, wide tables, and a long metal bar that reflected the purple neon lights of the sign. The atmosphere was calm, although permeated by the unmistakable smell of alcohol.
Behind the bar, a short, burly wolf was waiting for him, leaning slightly over a notebook. He was wearing a black shirt that tried to cover his ample belly, the fabric stretching out to reveal the lower part of his round stomach, bulging over tight jeans. He looked up when he saw the newcomer arrive, smiled, showing his fangs, and said in a deep voice:
"Ah, you must be the new guy. Welcome to Thick & Tipsy."
He put the notebook aside and beckoned him to come to the bar. Without too much fuss, he began the introduction:
"This is simple, kid. They order, you serve."
He nodded toward the tables, then to the line of dispensers behind the bar.
"If anyone asks for 'the house drink,' you grab this" he bent down and, with a somewhat exaggerated gesture, pulled out a thick hose, ending in a shiny metal nozzle "and pour a drink into one of these."
With his other hand, he lifted a glass so large it looked more like a small wooden barrel. He placed it on the bar, inserted the nozzle, and with a twist of his wrist, let a thick stream of dark, bubbling liquid fill the interior. The foam quickly rose until it almost spilled over.
"I warn you, some of our customers are plus-sized, so don't panic, my friend," he added with a laugh and a firm slap on the young man's back.
The wolf stood up straight again—or as straight as his belly would allow—and continued explaining the duties: how to clean the glasses, how to keep the bills, closing times, and the signals to give if a customer ordered something off the menu. Everything else was just normal bar-level details.
And when he finished, with a satisfied sigh, he downed the glass of the special drink. "You'll learn quickly," he murmured, before taking a long, resounding gulp. He barely swallowed before letting out a powerful belch, which echoed in the space. His belly trembled, shaking with a rippling motion.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned to take an order that had just arrived, leaving the young man in his new workspace to get accustomed.
The night was beginning at Thick & Tipsy; the purple and red lights gave the interior an almost dreamlike atmosphere, where the contours seemed to tremble with every note of the music.
Theo, the newly hired young puma, stood at attention behind the bar. His golden fur was still clean, his white shirt perfectly buttoned, and his slender body seemed out of place, as the customers coming through the door were of a different caliber.
A huge hippopotamus, wearing a sleeveless shirt three sizes too small, revealing the folds of his belly that hung over his belt. Then a giraffe, wrapped in a shiny latex jumpsuit that barely contained the rolls that protruded from the sides. Its long neck bent lazily downward as it spoke to a rhinoceros whose chest protruded as much as its belly, both of them talking in a corner of the bar.
Theo felt like a mouse among elephants, but his job was simple. Orders came in one or two at a time, mostly hard drinks or soda-alcohol combos. Theo remained focused, even though at times he forgot what kind of place he was in until she arrived. The customer stood at the bar with a crooked smile. Her figure was full, wrapped in a dark dress, the stretchy fabric clinging to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. The plunging neckline revealed the beginnings of her enormous, heavy chest.
"The house drink," she ordered, her voice soft.
Theo just nodded and proceeded to pour the drink into one of the draft glasses, filling it to the brim. The drink fizzed, thick and dark. The foam spilled over the edges as he placed it in front of her. The woman took the glass in both hands and began to drink steadily. Each swallow went down her throat. Theo, mesmerized, watched as her belly began to expand before his eyes.
Her stomach was already round, but as it filled out further, the dress began to show signs of tearing. The fabric around her middle seemed to want to let out what was underneath; the folds at her sides thickened further, and her belly hit the edge of the bar.
There was a crack, a rumble, and one side of the dress gave way. Her skin peeked through the tears, soaked with sweat, and she continued drinking, not caring what was happening.
When she finally emptied the glass, she slammed it down on the bar and let out a powerful, deep, prolonged belch.
“BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP.”
The belch vibrated from her chest to her belly, bouncing like balls. Her belly was splayed out on the bar, claiming territory, and the fabric of her dress was split in several places.
Theo couldn't tear his eyes away. The heat in the room seemed to have doubled. A trickle of sweat trickled down his temple, and he couldn't tell if it was from the heat or something else.
"Are you okay?" Theo asked, still unable to tear his eyes away from the sweaty figure in front of him.
The bat gave him a lopsided, satisfied smile.
"I'm better than fine, baby," she replied hoarsely and turned around heavily, her swollen belly bouncing with every step as she joined the rest of the sweaty, colossal animals writhing on the dance floor, moving to the bassy music.
Theo's shift ended shortly after, and he emerged from behind the counter, crossed the joint, and finally reached the door marked "Office."
"What the...?!" Theo exclaimed, frozen.
The wolf, his boss, was half-naked, only in his open jeans, his ample, round belly spilling over his thighs as he leaned back in an armchair. Beside him, two women equally or more obese than he was were giggling softly.
The wolf raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the interruption. With a click of his tongue, he said,
"Damn, it was getting good. Girls, get something special at the bar; it's on me.”
The two women stood with difficulty, their bellies swaying heavily, their thighs brushing with each step. They left the office laughing together, adjusting their tight dresses. Theo closed the door behind them, bewildered.
"What kind of thing are we serving here to make them gain weight like this?" he asked, unable to contain himself.
The wolf let out a low, slow laugh before taking a long drink from his glass. "I warned you our clientele was... 'somewhat' large. We give them what they want," he said, licking his lips.
"'somewhat'?!" Theo exclaimed, remembering the size of the bat and how she struggled just to stay upright.
The wolf shrugged. "Don't be so puffy, kitty. Besides, we don't do anything serious. Or has anyone complained?"
Theo opened his mouth but said nothing. No one had complained; in fact, they seemed happy.
The wolf settled more comfortably in the chair, making the wood creak. "Go back to work, Theo. You'll get used to it."
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed him, not wanting to continue the conversation. Theo turned toward the door, and behind it stood another pair of companions, even larger than the others. They smiled as they watched him pass, their bodies barely fitting through the doorframe.
The following days passed peacefully. Theo had grown accustomed to the rhythm of Thick & Tipsy, although at first, the smell overwhelmed him. Over time, he stopped noticing it or tried to ignore it since the pay was excellent.
Night after night, the bat always returned, but after each night, and each time, her body seemed to surpass any known limits. Her belly expanded forward; she could no longer see her own feet. Her thicker arms hung limply, with deep creases. Her neck had thickened so much that it resembled a taut tire, buried between her chin and her chest. Her movements grew slower and slower. Panting accompanied every step.
Until that night, Theo saw her arrive and froze in shock. She was wearing a top so small it barely held her colossal breasts together. Beneath it, her belly had grown so large it hung free, stretching out like a dome in front of her. She wore stretchy shorts that seemed ready to burst at the slightest movement.
"The house drink..." she said quietly, almost breathless after walking from the door to the bar.
Theo nodded silently. He filled the draft glass with the bubbly mixture, and she took it with both hands. She drank eagerly, her throat working steadily as the liquid disappeared into her body. And then, again. Her body began to swell, her belly expanding even further, pushing toward the floor. Her thighs and hips expanded at her sides. Her butt grew, trying to balance the rest of her body. Her breasts, squeezed by her top, rose slightly with each swallow.
The metal chair she was sitting on creaked, and Theo gulped; then there was a sharp, dry sound. CLANG! The seat gave way abruptly. The metal legs twisted, and her body slammed to the floor with a dull thud that rattled the bar.
"Are you okay?" Theo leaned out, concerned.
She only responded with a deep, wet belch. "BUUUUUUUURRRRRRP!!!!"
So fat and heavy, she fell to the floor, unable to sit up on her own. Her mountain-high belly heaved above her, her motionless arms resting at her side. Only the movement of her breathing indicated that she still had any strength left.
A pair of security guards arrived shortly after and, without saying a word, helped her to her feet, or at least lifted her enough to move her slowly between them. Theo watched them carry her toward a side door, beyond the public access.
At the end of the night, when the last customer staggered out of the bar and the lights dimmed at Thick & Tipsy, Theo could no longer contain the unease burning beneath his skin.
The memory of the bat's body falling to the floor and then being carried off somewhere still echoed in his head.
He crossed the bar in silence and reached a staircase to the basement, always guarded by guards. It was wider than a normal door, reinforced with thick metal, and had a complex lock. But this time, it was ajar.
The descending corridor smelled of old sweat and sugar. With each step, the sounds of belching grew louder. When he reached the bottom, there was a row of open crates, like small open rooms with "people" inside.
Deformed masses, animals so incredibly obese that their appearance was lost under layers and layers of lard. Immense rolls of fat hung from the edges of their bodies, their bellies bunched up in folds that filled every corner. Fattened arms rested uselessly at their sides, and each had a tube inserted into their mouths, slowly pumping the foamy soda Theo knew all too well.
The constant sound of their belching filled the basement, the dim, reddish light making the sweat on their bodies glisten. And among that sea of bodies, at the end of the line, Theo recognized the bat, or something resembling it.
Her belly was a monstrosity of layer upon layer of fat, her torso completely buried beneath her two prominent breasts. Her barely visible wings dangled uselessly behind her. Her swollen face had a dreamy expression, as if in a pleasant trance, as she sipped slowly from the tube, her body trembling with each swallow.
Theo took a step back in horror and put a hand to his chest. "What's going on here...?" he whispered, more to himself.
"They're our special clients."
The voice behind him paralyzed him; it was deep and familiar, sending a chill down his spine. When he turned, he saw his boss, the overweight wolf, his belly hanging out of a barely buttoned shirt. His smile was calm, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"And also," the wolf continued, taking a step forward, "they're products... for a certain even more special clientele."
Theo stepped back. The word "products" made his blood run cold. "Products? You sell to your clients?!" he cried, incredulous, his voice cracking.
The wolf gave a short, amused laugh as he took a slow sip of the foamy drink. "So, how do you think I get that amazing drink? It doesn't fall from the sky, kitty.”
Theo opened his mouth, but no words came out; the world suddenly felt smaller.
"It's a shame you were too curious," the wolf murmured, calmly lowering his glass.
Then he raised his hand and made a small sign. The four-bar guards emerged from the gloom of the hallway, as large as he remembered, advancing with confident strides. Theo tried to run, but they grabbed him by the arms and by the legs, pinned him down, and slammed him to the ground with a force that took his breath away.
The cold concrete hurt his face. No matter how hard he tried, it was going to be impossible to escape. The wolf approached, looking down on him, his footsteps making the floor rumble.
"Don't worry, Theo. You'll soon understand what it means to be part of the house. I don't like doing this," the wolf said, his voice colder than Theo had ever heard it. “I lose more than I gain... But it helps get rid of guys like you, who ask too many questions."
The four guards lifted him effortlessly, his thin body thrashing about without resistance, and dragged him between the rows of rooms to one of the empty crates. One of the guards grabbed the tube sticking out of the ceiling, grabbed his arms, and pinned him to the floor, while another guard forced his mouth open.
"No, no...! Stop it!"
The tube entered his mouth, and the thick, foamy, sweet liquid began to flow straight down his throat. It was like swallowing pure carbonated sugar. The taste was cloying, so concentrated it burned his gums, and a strange fizz rose from his stomach. He couldn't stop it. He swallowed reflexively, trying not to choke.
Then he felt his belly swell all at once, pressing against his shirt. The fabric creaked. The thin curve of his abdomen pushed forward, rounding out, pressing against his shirt.
The guards stopped for a moment, pulled the tube out of his mouth, and Theo gasped desperately—his belly bulging, round and tight, his shirt looking ready to burst. Then a powerful cry burst from his chest:
“BUUUUUUURRRRRP.”
The pressure eased a little, but then they shoved the tube back into his muzzle. The liquid was intense and relentless, and his body changed with every gulp. His stomach warped, spreading to the sides, taking up more space with each passing second. His shirt couldn’t take it anymore: POP! POP! CRRRCH! The buttons shot off like projectiles, bouncing against the metal walls as his belly finally jutted outward, as soft as jelly.
His thighs thickened, and his arms felt heavy as if made of lead. His neck thickened and merged with his double chin. His legs grew ever larger, and soon he couldn’t even flex his toes.
“P… please…” he murmured, but the plea fell on deaf ears as the tube kept pumping.
His chest swelled into soft breasts, and every part of his body became a quivering mass of lard. Finally, his limbs could no longer support his weight, and Theo collapsed, unable to even move his head. All of him trembled like a mountain of jelly, sweating and groaning under his bulk. The guards left without saying a word.
Then, the wolf approached and crouched next to the now-motionless puma, taking his chubby cheek between his fingers, lifting his face to get a better look.
“What a shame,” he said, with a resigned smile. “You were a good employee.”
He let go of the cheek, which fell with a wet plaf against his double chin.
“Now you’ll be a good product.”
And with that, the wolf turned around, leaving Theo in his new “room,” the tube still inside his mouth and the liquid flowing slowly. His fate was sealed, and soon, someone would come to buy him like the rest.
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