Drawn by the lovely  ryunwoofie. Story by me. :3

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Trying something a little different with this one, I'm going to do little story segments for each picture. I'll post the full thing all at once when the sequence completes. Thanks to  vulpinehero for editing assistance. :D Anyway, here goes:

There were even more donuts today. Tach absent-mindedly scratched his stomach as he stole another from the box. There shouldn't have been more, but a box containing an entire dozen was sitting in plain view. His girlfriend, Lauren, had made it rather clear that he was supposed to be on a diet, yet the box had been mysteriously abandoned in the kitchen. It appeared as if she forgot to take it with her when she left.

He idly wondered if this was some sort of revenge for stealing earlier pastries. Originally she had brought treats over with the intent of taking them to her coworkers the next day, and things had started small. A single stolen donut here, a carefully cut slice of coffee cake there, but as the thefts became more and more frequent the portion sizes also increased. One donut just wasn't enough anymore, and he had been eating over half the box as of late.

Of course, she had been taking the slightly less than half full boxes with her. The temptation to cheat on his diet normally left along with the box, but today was different. She had never actually left an entire box before. He burped softly, glancing down. Only a single donut remained.

Tach stared at it for a moment, trying to process what he was seeing. Had he eaten 11 donuts while being lost in thought? He pawed at his stomach for a moment, feeling the churning mass of donuts within. His mind offered up the minor consolation that it at least wasn't a full bakers dozen, and there was still one left. He felt stuffed, and he could feel his shirt lightly hugging the base of his stomach. Glancing back towards the clock in the kitchen, he realized he was also late for work.

He wasted another couple of seconds staring at the donut before dashing towards the front door and driving to the office. Tach never really expected to end up at a desk job, but it paid the bills and the hours were flexible. The morning was uneventful, and when lunch rolled around he had gone out with the rest of the staff. Going with them to a buffet was likely a poor decision, and he really only ended up stuffing himself with even more food. The rest of the day was spent working slowly while trying not to disturb the mass of calories buried in his stomach.

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Tach sighed as he threw his keys onto the kitchen table and grabbed a soda from the fridge. He rubbed the new bulge under his shirt that had exposed itself on the drive home. He still felt somewhat stuffed, even after a hard day of digesting. To his surprise he found himself slightly purring as he continued to rub his newly formed pudge. His eyes glanced down to his stomach, and then back to the box containing the last donut. "It's been sitting there all day... it's probably stale," he mumbled to himself. Still, he walked over to the box and popped up the lid. A single blueberry donut remained; still looking as good as it did that morning. Without even thinking about it, he took hold of it and brought it up to his nose for further examination. It still smelled delicious... and he reasoned that one donut was unlikely to really do much harm. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to eat it.

A faint cough behind him broke his concentration, and he spun around unsteadily. Lauren was standing in the entryway. She was an unassuming-looking dark brown field mouse, short compared to him but taller than most other mice he knew. She had her arms crossed over her reasonably sized bosom, resting lightly on her protruding pot belly. She had always been rather pudgy, but a tendency to snack and Tach's constant food gifting had been slowly increasing her size since they started dating. She did not look amused.

"Were you just going to leave me waiting outside? I was ringing the doorbell."

Tach grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I must have spaced it out. I had a long day."

She silently strode forward and poked him lightly in the stomach. "Yeah, I can tell. It looks like you had a really full day. I see I did leave that box of donuts here. Are there any left?"

Tach blushed deeply. "Er, no, this is the last one. The others were... crushed, so I threw them out."

He mentally kicked himself. She'll never believe that, he thought.

She sighed and looked him in the eyes. He could swear he saw a flicker of anger for a moment, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. "Well, finish that one and let's go out for dinner. There's a new place nearby that I'd like to try."

Tach nodded quickly, practically inhaling the donut before following her back out the door.

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Lauren didn't mention it was another buffet. Tach's heart sank as she pulled her car into the parking lot. After being seated, she quickly excused herself, saying that she'd grab a plate for him since he had been busy all day. She reappeared with two plates stuffed with pasta and ribs, respectively. He assumed one was for her, but after dropping them off she left and returned with a salad and a plate filled with bread.

Tach managed to plow through the first couple plates without much issue, filling himself quite nicely with the pasta and bread. He noticed that she had only been picking at her salad, seemingly content to watch him destroy his figure. He hadn't intended to have another plate, but she insisted.

She glanced down at his rounder stomach. "Why don't you finish these ribs, too, I'm sure you must be hungry from all the work you did today."

Tach blushed, rubbing the taut expanse still mostly hidden by his shirt. "Well, I'm not sure..."

She pushed the plate in front of him. "Nonsense, you don't look half full." Her expression turned stern, anger briefly flashing in her eyes. "Besides, it never hurts to have a break from your diet once in awhile, right?"

The way she emphasized the last word made him suspect that he was supposed to disagree. He only managed to blush more, mumbling, "Right."

He wasn't sure what was going on, but since she was bringing him food it seemed unwise to turn anything down. They made small talk while Tach nibbled at the ribs. They were good, but he just didn't have any more room. He rubbed his stomach under the table, feeling the shirt now riding quite high. The edge of the shirt was almost even with the edge of the table, and he worried for a moment that she would be able to see his newly formed gut. He looked back up as she regarded him, looking like she was waiting for something to happen. Swallowing nervously and steeling his resolve, he still managed to stuff the remainder of the ribs into his stomach.

Tach leaned back in the chair, the feeling of being completely overstuffed washing over him. He slowly rubbed the upper part of his stomach, trying to shift the massive load into any more comfortably position. Glancing down at his shirt, he noted that it had raised enough so that a swath of white fur was clearly visible for all who cared to glance in his direction. The few attempts to pull his shirt back down proved futile.

He burped softly and groaned, glancing back up at Lauren before saying, "Well, that was pretty good. I think we should..."

"Dessert," she interrupted, staring at his stomach. He could swear she looked frustrated again, but the encroaching food coma was making everything somewhat fuzzy. "You can't have a break from your diet without dessert."

He raised his arm to begin a rebuttal, but she was already up and dashing across the room. Tach pushed on his stomach, trying vainly to shift things around just enough to eat a little more. What is she doing? he wondered. I can't eat this much food. If she wanted me to diet why does she keep giving me more?

The clinking of a bowl being violently dropped in front of him snapped the world back into focus for a moment. A three-scoop sundae was before him, drenched in chocolate and swimming in sprinkles. She had returned to her seat and was regarding him coolly. He noticed that she didn't have anything.

Grasping at straws, he offered, "Do you want to split this with me?"

Her gaze remained locked on his stomach. "No thanks, I'm full. I'm sure you can finish it; it looks like you have plenty of room. We could probably even get another dozen donuts on the way back home."

He gulped. She knew he ate the donuts. He was certain of it. She probably didn't know he had stuffed himself further at lunch, but what could he do now? The only thing he could do was press forward. He could only keep up the facade, there were no other options.

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Tach rubbed his stomach pitifully. He was lying in bed; Lauren had fallen asleep next to him long ago in a huff. The constant pressure and churning of his stomach prevented him from getting any sleep. He had somehow managed to finish not only the sundae, but the giant bowl of gelatin and whipped cream that followed. Thankfully they hadn't stopped for donuts on the way back. The car ride was largely silent, except for the constant gurgling and churning of his engorged stomach. He smiled a little at the thought of how he had won this argument. At least, he thought he had won. He wasn't sure. On further reflection, he wasn't even sure if they were having an argument. She had never acted quite like this before, and he was worried that the bizarre anti-diet might actually continue. He patted his stomach and felt small ripples move along its surface. "Well, it's still better than the actual diet," he reasoned.