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The word explosion continues... :3 Thanks again to  vulpinehero for editing assistance. :D

Things had escalated. Tach hadn't intended them to, but nobody seemed willing to break the facade. He continued to steal the food that she had continued to leave at the house. It seemed that every time she caught him eating it, she would only try to stuff him with even more when they went out. It wasn't helping that the donuts had changed into croissants, then éclairs, and now danish pastries. This latest box must have weighed almost 10 pounds. He didn't dare check a scale, but it was more than apparent his weight was increasing, and it was starting to increase rapidly.

Tach burped, wiping the crumbs away from his increasingly fluffy cheeks. He had already eaten four of the danishes, and wasn't even starting to get full. He prodded at his bloated stomach, feeling the squishy mass faintly grumble under his fingers. "God, I'm actually still starving," he said to no one in particular. He placed his paws under the curve of his stomach and gave it a quick squeeze, the soft flab conforming easily.

His stomach had greatly expanded since the anti-diet and stuffing sessions began. It was already spilling over his waistband and beginning to cover his thighs. The shirt he wore now didn't even begin to cover his stomach, his belly button proudly within view. He hated to admit it, but the primary reason he hadn't upgraded the size was due to the fact he loved the way it squeezed his stomach fur. It was like a constant tickly hug around his abdomen. Plus, the fact that the current heat wave was causing some people to walk around in the bare minimum of clothing was more than enough excuse to leave more fur exposed.

Tach's original pants hadn't fared nearly as well. An incident at a restaurant a week back where they almost exploded off after another stuffing session made sure of that. It hadn't helped that Lauren had almost ripped his arm from the socket dragging him from the restaurant after the button blew off. Already the new darker olive pants were starting to squeeze his legs uncomfortably, and he had only just purchased them.

An urgent gurgle from his stomach caused another danish to be rapidly consumed. As the box slowly emptied, Tach reasoned that perhaps this wasn't so bad. He was still a little distressed that Lauren seemed to be trying to teach him a lesson, but it seemed like the larger he got the more he was starting to enjoy it. After all, how long could she keep stuffing him? Surely someone would give up before things went too far.

Claws scraping on cardboard indicated the end of the danishes. Tach burped, feeling his paunch shrink a tiny amount. A slow, bloated feeling began to radiate out from his stomach. He was completely stuffed again, and like most of the recent stuffings he was completely unaware of how full he actually was until he finished. He frowned; it was getting far too easy to just keep eating until there was literally no more room. Even when he wasn't intending to stuff himself, he'd find himself losing focus for a moment and suddenly he'd be asking friends and co-workers if they were going to finish their food as well. They had been more than willing to give up portions of their meals, and it was having a serious impact on his expanding waistline. Luckily he'd been able to arrange things so that he could work more days from home, but it seemed to be backfiring. As the office stuffings became less frequent, the portion sizes at home only got bigger.

Tach’s thoughts began to drift as the warm food drunk feeling began to surround him, he wondered if tonight would be filled with even more food. Purring quietly to himself and rubbing his belly, he drifted off into a long afternoon nap.