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A black winged wolf, Denya, finds a small sculpture on a whim and buys it. What he doesn't realise is that it has a spiritual gift of turning normal food into junk food, only in his eyes. This is what pushes him into gaining the weight he always wanted to gain, and more...
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On top of a small night stand, sat one of the most peculiar ornaments Denya had ever seen. He found it at a yard sale, and for some reason, felt enticed to buy it. It was large, wooden, representing what appeared to be a rather husky looking fox sculpture. Denya wasn't normally the spiritual sort, but after being told that it was "said to bring gluttony and bountiful food", he couldn't resist. It was roughly the size of his paw, what bad could it do?
Denya is a wolf, marked with a distinguishable fur colour, black with dazzling white fur around his mid section and belly, dotted with grey patches on his ear tips and under his tail. Oh, and of course, large noticeable wings. Standing at roughly 260lbs, he could be seen as husky, and was always gratuitous with his food, but always made sure to add a degree of healthiness to it, as big a fan for fat furs as he was, he never really had that push to become one. He was hoping his spiritual sculpture to be cause for weight gain, although so far, it hadn't motivated him much.
Finishing his meal, he realised it was getting late. He didn't feel like eating much today, so he decided to pop the last cherry tomato in his maw and head off to bed, leaving the salad on the table behind him.
4am - a sudden thump woke Denya up from his heavy slumber. He looked to his night stand to turn the light on, only to discover the sculpture had gone! Switching the light on, he looked around, spotting it on the ground and placing it back up on the nightstand. Glimpsing at it, he noticed it had changed...
The fox in the sculpture appeared to be... plumper. Almost like the wooden fox had put on a good amount of weight. The face of the fox seemed to be smiling. This was odd, too odd to be comprehendible. He blamed it on tiredness and went back to sleep.
The next morning, he woke up with his usual mild hunger pangs. While most people don't eat much in the mornings, Denya was a good exception. Getting himself back to the kitchen pronto, he passed by the table with the bowl of sausage rolls in it, on the prowl for something breakfast-y.
Wait...
Sausage rolls? Denya could've sworn he left a salad there last night...
He returned to the table, and raised an eyebrow. Huh. It was a bowl of sausage rolls. Something didn't quite match with his memory about this, but either way, he did kind of feel like sausage rolls either way. Unhealthy eating such a thing in the morning, but pleh. It was his week off, and he felt like it!
Sitting at the couch, he flicked on the TV and started chomping on the pastry based snacks. he smiled, sausage rolls were in no way a breakfast thing, but he liked the idea of the potential hazard of weight gain, if not only sub-consciously.
He wagged his tail eagerly, grinning as he continued to chow down on the sausage rolls, ignoring any and all restraints his mind would normally place on him. He was known as a big-eater by many, but had never actually tested his limits. He toyed with doing it just now... but perhaps not.
His rattling train of thought was disturbed when he manoeuvred his paw into the bowl, only to feel the sudden slide of ceramic smoothness across his fingers. He'd eaten them all already? There were like, 12 in there!
Disgruntled, he wondered if there was anything in the kitchen he could nibble on. Perhaps some cherries or an apple or something to balance out such a heavy diet. Strangely enough, as he looked at his usual fruit bowl, all he could find where French fancies, and chocolate éclairs. "Cakes?... what happened to all my fruit?".
For at least a minute or so, he tried to make sense of it. Did he buy fruit? Again, he was sure he did...
He did feel like cake after all, it wouldn't be so bad if he were to eat unhealthy this week, after all, he might put on a bit of weight.
he sat back on the couch and took a bite out of the first cake in the bowl. It was incredibly sweet, yet incredibly more-ish. He blankly stared at the TV as he finished it off, moving onto another, and then another.
Within minutes, he'd already finished the cakes, and still had a craving for more. This always happened when it came to junk food for Denya, so he decided to go through to the fridge and see if there were any other nibbles.
He searched through the unusual itinerary, a couple jars of hot dogs, a few frozen pizzas, what looked like a burger the size of his head! All of this was heavily unhealthy and fattening food! This wasn't right at all, obviously someone was playing a prank or something...
Deep inside, however, he felt that he wanted to devour it all. That slight bloated feeling he could feel in his gut was egging him on to keep eating. Perhaps he could gain a little weight, just to see if he'd like it. When it came to gaining weight, that huge burger was definitely going to be sufficient...
He took the necessary preparations and returned to his couch, a small table in front of him to support that monstrous burger. Licking his lips, he didn't even use his paws to start off with, instead he simply plunged his greedy maw straight into it. The meat was simply delicious, wherever it came from, he definitely had to get more.
As he continued to rip huge chunks out of the burger, guzzling them down with speed, his bloated gut gurgled with increased satisfaction. It wasn't often he ate like this, and it was starting to show. By now he must've reached at least 320lbs, his huge rump spread across the couch's surface as he continued to slowly fatten to larger sizes.
His moobs rested on his growing belly as he continued his heavy binged, his gut slowly expanding as if someone was blowing up a beach ball, refusing to stop as it simply got bigger and bigger. He smiled, the feeling of increased resistance and softness of his flab almost like being his own bed mattress as he chomped down more and more of the burger.
His tail wagged between his bulbous rump cheeks as he continued letting himself go incredibly, his intense enjoyment of this amazing burger accompanied by his slight desire to gain weight. He couldn't help but lean back and murr as he finished the last bite, and placed his paws on his gut, rolling his eyes as his new, much bulkier form resembled a water bed. He was huge. And he liked it.
"Oh boy... i'm going to have to diet for a while now..."
Denya considered moving upstairs, but after a while of struggling to get up mostly with exhaustion, he simply rested on the couch and slowly drifted off to sleep, while his body slowly tried to digest his massive food intake. He'd reached around 350lbs.
As the night crept in and Denya rested, the small wooden statue appeared from his room onto the nearby desk of the living room, where Denya slumbered. The wooden fox sculpture appeared even fatter, cradling his huge belly. Some supernatural force was obviously at work here, yet Denya was none the wiser...
Denya suddenly jumped awake, stirred by the sound of a knocking at the door. He looked outside to see what appeared to be a delivery-man outside. He took a while to get up, rubbing himself a little, exploring his new, enlarged body and liking it quite well, before going to get the door.
"Uhh... Denya? Your order?" a lithe looking squirrel answered.
"Oh, heh, yeah, just take it through to the kitchen!"
Denya had ordered a weekly grocery shop, this week replacing most of his snack-choices with healthier alternatives. He was going to lose this weight, no matter how much he liked it!
"Certainly a healthy eater, you are" The delivery guy said, "Who'd have thought someone as... big as you would've ordered such a healthy diet!"
"Oh, yeah well it's because I'm so big I've decided to diet." he said, opening a box of apples nearby. "It's why I'm eating things like these apples", he said, grabbing an apple from the box and chomping from it, only to receive a pastry-like, sugary taste. It was a cake!
"Well, good for you, son!" The squirrel congratulated, before being interrupted.
"No wait, this is wrong" complained Denya, "These should be apples! This is a box of cakes!"
Denya showed the squirrel the boxful of cakes, as the squirrel looked confused.
"You... bumped your head or somethin' big guy? Those are apples..."
Denya was now really confused. He was certain these were cakes, yet the squirrel was telling him they were apples? What was going on?
Denya opened another box, revealing a huge batch of sausage rolls. He showed those to the squirrel.
"And these? What are these?"
"Those..." the squirrel stated, now looking weirded out "...those are tomatoes? Like you ordered? Am I missing something here?"
Denya lowered both eyebrows. This was definitely not right. He could see the squirrel was looking anxious, so he simply smiled and sent him on his way with a "thank you", and returned to the food. He opened the other boxes, all supposed to be healthier, weight-loss options, but revealed themselves to be things like pizzas, burgers, patisserie, chocolates, all sorts of normally sparing things from a normal diet, labelled in their boxes as fruit. Was Denya seeing things?
Denya then looked past the kitchen door frame to the wooden sculpture.
"It's... it's gotten fatter..."
It had. The little wooden fox in the sculpture now looked enormous, that same smiled perked upon his chubby face. Denya started to examine it, trying to make sense of this connection. He remembered what he was told when he first bought it.
"said to bring gluttony and bountiful food"
Denya thought for a moment. Maybe this was spiritual. Maybe he'd been eating so much because of this? Was his perception of food being messed with too? Any explanation he could think of lead up to the sculpture. Denya placed his hand on his plump belly, imagining himself gaining a bit more weight, and then realised. He had just ordered a large order of practically all fattening foods. he licked his lips eagerly. This was going to be fun...
Looking around himself in the kitchen, he eyed the large cratefuls of various meats and sweet, sticky cakes. He shrugged his heavy shoulders - he wasn't even going to set it up! Ripping into the first crate of sausage rolls, he scooped them into his maw with his chubby paws, feeling them land in his belly as he continued to consume as much as he possibly could.
His eating was constantly fuelled by his greed for more of the tasty snacks, and also by his niggling mind set that perhaps he should get even fatter. He was enjoying every last moment of it as he picked up the crate by the sides and tipped the remains into his open maw, throwing the crate to the side and feasting on another nearby crate, racked with pizza.
His belly groaned with slight resistance as he continued stuffing himself silly, his impending size not heeded as he continued to visibly grow fatter and fatter with each passing moment. One empty crate became two, which soon became three, four, five. Within an hour, Denya had at least tripled in size, roughly around 800lbs and having no intention of stopping. In fact, his immense size only encouraged him to grow even fatter with greed.
"More... I need more! I'm so... fat... I need to get fatter!"
Denya examined himself all over, barely able to stand in his own small kitchen without one of his huge thighs hitting the table or a wall. He was so immense, yet it wasn't enough. He looked around, the few crates left as he hungrily devoured them, adding to his massively bulky frame.
"It's not enough!"
Anyone would've thought otherwise. His huge belly had expanded at least 6 feet from him, as did his enormous rump. His tail was miniature in comparison to the rest of his rear, yet he ate and ate. He could feel his heavy moobs resting on his bulging gut as he forced it to expand with more and more food. yet it still wasn't enough!
By the end of his massive binge, Denya sat against a nearby wall as it creaked in protest. The enormous wolf weighed roughly 1100lbs, murring peacefully to himself as he reached as far outwards as he could with his large arms, still unable to reach the end of his huge, round gut, which spanned out a good 7 feet from him.
His enormous rump cushioned him like a monster truck wheel, he was fascinated by this comfort, the softness of his heavily built up flab a total pleasure to him. He burped lightly, his stuffed figure too heavy for any advanced or sudden movements. He sat there, incapacitated by his massive greedy binge.
As he drifted off, the wooden statue slowly creaked, the little fox in the sculpture now looking too enormous to move. This resembled on Denya, as his enormous gut suddenly rumbled, rattling the walls along with it. He stirred awake from his slumber with only one thought on his mind. To feed, eat, expand.
Moving through to the living room, he noticed the furniture looking... odd. Almost like it was shape-shifting before his very eyes. His couch slowly started to change into one monotone blob, before forming edges, shape, and colours.
Eventually it formed into... something resembling a burger! Not just resembling... it was a burger! Bigger than Denya himself! If anything this was proof that the sculpture was causing him to perceive things as junk food, and that it was growing more powerful. Denya wasn't concerned with that though, he was preparing for his even larger after-meal.
His huge gut sagged forward as he leaned onto the gigantic bun covering the succulent meat before him. Without anymore hesitation, he opened his maw as wide as he could, looking much like a hungry alligator as he prepared to consume more to fuel is ever-growing greed, and, of course, his desire to gain further weight.
He started off standing, bent over, his enormous rump out in the open as it started to expand yet again while Denya fed his incredibly gluttony. He could feel himself expanding, growing with flab, forcing himself to eat and eat, the feeling of his growing stomach simply amazing. Cramming food into his maw, he found standing to be a struggle, so he simply sat with his back against the burger, scooping huge amounts of meat from behind him with his massive, flabby arms and feeding himself with more and more, murring as he watched his belly expand further and further outwards, at least 9 feet from him, 10 feet, it went on and on...
His body continued to blimp outwards with corpulent flab, filling up as Denya succumbed to his wildest desires, the huge burger only halfway through. By now he was barely able to move, yet with no complaint, he continued fattening himself up as much as he possibly could.
From any other's eyes, it would look like Denya was literally eating his couch, but from Denya's perception, he was having one of the fattening, delicious burgers he'd ever had. His rump cheeks grew upwards and outwards as the floorboards beneath him creaked, unable to support the huge ton of wolf that sat on top of it. He needed more, he still needed to grow fatter!
His sides grew outwards too as he shovelled more into his maw. Denya's body was less restricted to shape as he was slowly turning himself into a blob, his chunky legs barely recognisable under his colossal gut, groaning as it swelled with enormity.
Denya panted as he could feel the burger shrink, while he grew. His gut was finally starting to feel full as his many rolls of flab quivered with each of his heavy movements. With the last chomp, he rested his arms on his gigantic, overstuffed belly, like two black furry pillows lying on a king-size waterbed. Denya must've weighed around 2 tons now.
With his tongue held out and deep breaths taken in, Denya murred gently, gently jiggling his flab and rubbing random areas around his gut. He laid his head back, feeling himself emerged in pounds and pounds of his own warm, soft flab. He closed his eyes and grinned, it felt really good to have eaten so much... and to have gotten so obese.
Done as a trade for
choiced On top of a small night stand, sat one of the most peculiar ornaments Denya had ever seen. He found it at a yard sale, and for some reason, felt enticed to buy it. It was large, wooden, representing what appeared to be a rather husky looking fox sculpture. Denya wasn't normally the spiritual sort, but after being told that it was "said to bring gluttony and bountiful food", he couldn't resist. It was roughly the size of his paw, what bad could it do?
Denya is a wolf, marked with a distinguishable fur colour, black with dazzling white fur around his mid section and belly, dotted with grey patches on his ear tips and under his tail. Oh, and of course, large noticeable wings. Standing at roughly 260lbs, he could be seen as husky, and was always gratuitous with his food, but always made sure to add a degree of healthiness to it, as big a fan for fat furs as he was, he never really had that push to become one. He was hoping his spiritual sculpture to be cause for weight gain, although so far, it hadn't motivated him much.
Finishing his meal, he realised it was getting late. He didn't feel like eating much today, so he decided to pop the last cherry tomato in his maw and head off to bed, leaving the salad on the table behind him.
4am - a sudden thump woke Denya up from his heavy slumber. He looked to his night stand to turn the light on, only to discover the sculpture had gone! Switching the light on, he looked around, spotting it on the ground and placing it back up on the nightstand. Glimpsing at it, he noticed it had changed...
The fox in the sculpture appeared to be... plumper. Almost like the wooden fox had put on a good amount of weight. The face of the fox seemed to be smiling. This was odd, too odd to be comprehendible. He blamed it on tiredness and went back to sleep.
The next morning, he woke up with his usual mild hunger pangs. While most people don't eat much in the mornings, Denya was a good exception. Getting himself back to the kitchen pronto, he passed by the table with the bowl of sausage rolls in it, on the prowl for something breakfast-y.
Wait...
Sausage rolls? Denya could've sworn he left a salad there last night...
He returned to the table, and raised an eyebrow. Huh. It was a bowl of sausage rolls. Something didn't quite match with his memory about this, but either way, he did kind of feel like sausage rolls either way. Unhealthy eating such a thing in the morning, but pleh. It was his week off, and he felt like it!
Sitting at the couch, he flicked on the TV and started chomping on the pastry based snacks. he smiled, sausage rolls were in no way a breakfast thing, but he liked the idea of the potential hazard of weight gain, if not only sub-consciously.
He wagged his tail eagerly, grinning as he continued to chow down on the sausage rolls, ignoring any and all restraints his mind would normally place on him. He was known as a big-eater by many, but had never actually tested his limits. He toyed with doing it just now... but perhaps not.
His rattling train of thought was disturbed when he manoeuvred his paw into the bowl, only to feel the sudden slide of ceramic smoothness across his fingers. He'd eaten them all already? There were like, 12 in there!
Disgruntled, he wondered if there was anything in the kitchen he could nibble on. Perhaps some cherries or an apple or something to balance out such a heavy diet. Strangely enough, as he looked at his usual fruit bowl, all he could find where French fancies, and chocolate éclairs. "Cakes?... what happened to all my fruit?".
For at least a minute or so, he tried to make sense of it. Did he buy fruit? Again, he was sure he did...
He did feel like cake after all, it wouldn't be so bad if he were to eat unhealthy this week, after all, he might put on a bit of weight.
he sat back on the couch and took a bite out of the first cake in the bowl. It was incredibly sweet, yet incredibly more-ish. He blankly stared at the TV as he finished it off, moving onto another, and then another.
Within minutes, he'd already finished the cakes, and still had a craving for more. This always happened when it came to junk food for Denya, so he decided to go through to the fridge and see if there were any other nibbles.
He searched through the unusual itinerary, a couple jars of hot dogs, a few frozen pizzas, what looked like a burger the size of his head! All of this was heavily unhealthy and fattening food! This wasn't right at all, obviously someone was playing a prank or something...
Deep inside, however, he felt that he wanted to devour it all. That slight bloated feeling he could feel in his gut was egging him on to keep eating. Perhaps he could gain a little weight, just to see if he'd like it. When it came to gaining weight, that huge burger was definitely going to be sufficient...
He took the necessary preparations and returned to his couch, a small table in front of him to support that monstrous burger. Licking his lips, he didn't even use his paws to start off with, instead he simply plunged his greedy maw straight into it. The meat was simply delicious, wherever it came from, he definitely had to get more.
As he continued to rip huge chunks out of the burger, guzzling them down with speed, his bloated gut gurgled with increased satisfaction. It wasn't often he ate like this, and it was starting to show. By now he must've reached at least 320lbs, his huge rump spread across the couch's surface as he continued to slowly fatten to larger sizes.
His moobs rested on his growing belly as he continued his heavy binged, his gut slowly expanding as if someone was blowing up a beach ball, refusing to stop as it simply got bigger and bigger. He smiled, the feeling of increased resistance and softness of his flab almost like being his own bed mattress as he chomped down more and more of the burger.
His tail wagged between his bulbous rump cheeks as he continued letting himself go incredibly, his intense enjoyment of this amazing burger accompanied by his slight desire to gain weight. He couldn't help but lean back and murr as he finished the last bite, and placed his paws on his gut, rolling his eyes as his new, much bulkier form resembled a water bed. He was huge. And he liked it.
"Oh boy... i'm going to have to diet for a while now..."
Denya considered moving upstairs, but after a while of struggling to get up mostly with exhaustion, he simply rested on the couch and slowly drifted off to sleep, while his body slowly tried to digest his massive food intake. He'd reached around 350lbs.
As the night crept in and Denya rested, the small wooden statue appeared from his room onto the nearby desk of the living room, where Denya slumbered. The wooden fox sculpture appeared even fatter, cradling his huge belly. Some supernatural force was obviously at work here, yet Denya was none the wiser...
Denya suddenly jumped awake, stirred by the sound of a knocking at the door. He looked outside to see what appeared to be a delivery-man outside. He took a while to get up, rubbing himself a little, exploring his new, enlarged body and liking it quite well, before going to get the door.
"Uhh... Denya? Your order?" a lithe looking squirrel answered.
"Oh, heh, yeah, just take it through to the kitchen!"
Denya had ordered a weekly grocery shop, this week replacing most of his snack-choices with healthier alternatives. He was going to lose this weight, no matter how much he liked it!
"Certainly a healthy eater, you are" The delivery guy said, "Who'd have thought someone as... big as you would've ordered such a healthy diet!"
"Oh, yeah well it's because I'm so big I've decided to diet." he said, opening a box of apples nearby. "It's why I'm eating things like these apples", he said, grabbing an apple from the box and chomping from it, only to receive a pastry-like, sugary taste. It was a cake!
"Well, good for you, son!" The squirrel congratulated, before being interrupted.
"No wait, this is wrong" complained Denya, "These should be apples! This is a box of cakes!"
Denya showed the squirrel the boxful of cakes, as the squirrel looked confused.
"You... bumped your head or somethin' big guy? Those are apples..."
Denya was now really confused. He was certain these were cakes, yet the squirrel was telling him they were apples? What was going on?
Denya opened another box, revealing a huge batch of sausage rolls. He showed those to the squirrel.
"And these? What are these?"
"Those..." the squirrel stated, now looking weirded out "...those are tomatoes? Like you ordered? Am I missing something here?"
Denya lowered both eyebrows. This was definitely not right. He could see the squirrel was looking anxious, so he simply smiled and sent him on his way with a "thank you", and returned to the food. He opened the other boxes, all supposed to be healthier, weight-loss options, but revealed themselves to be things like pizzas, burgers, patisserie, chocolates, all sorts of normally sparing things from a normal diet, labelled in their boxes as fruit. Was Denya seeing things?
Denya then looked past the kitchen door frame to the wooden sculpture.
"It's... it's gotten fatter..."
It had. The little wooden fox in the sculpture now looked enormous, that same smiled perked upon his chubby face. Denya started to examine it, trying to make sense of this connection. He remembered what he was told when he first bought it.
"said to bring gluttony and bountiful food"
Denya thought for a moment. Maybe this was spiritual. Maybe he'd been eating so much because of this? Was his perception of food being messed with too? Any explanation he could think of lead up to the sculpture. Denya placed his hand on his plump belly, imagining himself gaining a bit more weight, and then realised. He had just ordered a large order of practically all fattening foods. he licked his lips eagerly. This was going to be fun...
Looking around himself in the kitchen, he eyed the large cratefuls of various meats and sweet, sticky cakes. He shrugged his heavy shoulders - he wasn't even going to set it up! Ripping into the first crate of sausage rolls, he scooped them into his maw with his chubby paws, feeling them land in his belly as he continued to consume as much as he possibly could.
His eating was constantly fuelled by his greed for more of the tasty snacks, and also by his niggling mind set that perhaps he should get even fatter. He was enjoying every last moment of it as he picked up the crate by the sides and tipped the remains into his open maw, throwing the crate to the side and feasting on another nearby crate, racked with pizza.
His belly groaned with slight resistance as he continued stuffing himself silly, his impending size not heeded as he continued to visibly grow fatter and fatter with each passing moment. One empty crate became two, which soon became three, four, five. Within an hour, Denya had at least tripled in size, roughly around 800lbs and having no intention of stopping. In fact, his immense size only encouraged him to grow even fatter with greed.
"More... I need more! I'm so... fat... I need to get fatter!"
Denya examined himself all over, barely able to stand in his own small kitchen without one of his huge thighs hitting the table or a wall. He was so immense, yet it wasn't enough. He looked around, the few crates left as he hungrily devoured them, adding to his massively bulky frame.
"It's not enough!"
Anyone would've thought otherwise. His huge belly had expanded at least 6 feet from him, as did his enormous rump. His tail was miniature in comparison to the rest of his rear, yet he ate and ate. He could feel his heavy moobs resting on his bulging gut as he forced it to expand with more and more food. yet it still wasn't enough!
By the end of his massive binge, Denya sat against a nearby wall as it creaked in protest. The enormous wolf weighed roughly 1100lbs, murring peacefully to himself as he reached as far outwards as he could with his large arms, still unable to reach the end of his huge, round gut, which spanned out a good 7 feet from him.
His enormous rump cushioned him like a monster truck wheel, he was fascinated by this comfort, the softness of his heavily built up flab a total pleasure to him. He burped lightly, his stuffed figure too heavy for any advanced or sudden movements. He sat there, incapacitated by his massive greedy binge.
As he drifted off, the wooden statue slowly creaked, the little fox in the sculpture now looking too enormous to move. This resembled on Denya, as his enormous gut suddenly rumbled, rattling the walls along with it. He stirred awake from his slumber with only one thought on his mind. To feed, eat, expand.
Moving through to the living room, he noticed the furniture looking... odd. Almost like it was shape-shifting before his very eyes. His couch slowly started to change into one monotone blob, before forming edges, shape, and colours.
Eventually it formed into... something resembling a burger! Not just resembling... it was a burger! Bigger than Denya himself! If anything this was proof that the sculpture was causing him to perceive things as junk food, and that it was growing more powerful. Denya wasn't concerned with that though, he was preparing for his even larger after-meal.
His huge gut sagged forward as he leaned onto the gigantic bun covering the succulent meat before him. Without anymore hesitation, he opened his maw as wide as he could, looking much like a hungry alligator as he prepared to consume more to fuel is ever-growing greed, and, of course, his desire to gain further weight.
He started off standing, bent over, his enormous rump out in the open as it started to expand yet again while Denya fed his incredibly gluttony. He could feel himself expanding, growing with flab, forcing himself to eat and eat, the feeling of his growing stomach simply amazing. Cramming food into his maw, he found standing to be a struggle, so he simply sat with his back against the burger, scooping huge amounts of meat from behind him with his massive, flabby arms and feeding himself with more and more, murring as he watched his belly expand further and further outwards, at least 9 feet from him, 10 feet, it went on and on...
His body continued to blimp outwards with corpulent flab, filling up as Denya succumbed to his wildest desires, the huge burger only halfway through. By now he was barely able to move, yet with no complaint, he continued fattening himself up as much as he possibly could.
From any other's eyes, it would look like Denya was literally eating his couch, but from Denya's perception, he was having one of the fattening, delicious burgers he'd ever had. His rump cheeks grew upwards and outwards as the floorboards beneath him creaked, unable to support the huge ton of wolf that sat on top of it. He needed more, he still needed to grow fatter!
His sides grew outwards too as he shovelled more into his maw. Denya's body was less restricted to shape as he was slowly turning himself into a blob, his chunky legs barely recognisable under his colossal gut, groaning as it swelled with enormity.
Denya panted as he could feel the burger shrink, while he grew. His gut was finally starting to feel full as his many rolls of flab quivered with each of his heavy movements. With the last chomp, he rested his arms on his gigantic, overstuffed belly, like two black furry pillows lying on a king-size waterbed. Denya must've weighed around 2 tons now.
With his tongue held out and deep breaths taken in, Denya murred gently, gently jiggling his flab and rubbing random areas around his gut. He laid his head back, feeling himself emerged in pounds and pounds of his own warm, soft flab. He closed his eyes and grinned, it felt really good to have eaten so much... and to have gotten so obese.
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