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A bakery has opened, and the cakes contain a little something to provide an extra boost for their business, an addiction enhancer, so to speak. Not enough to send people crazy, with the exception of one. A girthagator by the name of Tas. When he finds out that there's a whole stock room out back, he decides a late night raid would be very nice for fuelling his imminent greed...
A trade for
joshi_teh_charizard
Here's a reference for Tas - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9375309/
***
"Alright, so that's 2 chocolate muffins and a hot cross bun for you, thanks for shopping and come again!"
"Sorry, we're all out of devil cake, but I can bake some in 10 minutes, could you come back later?"
"Sir! You forgot your change!"
Business was booming. Azure wouldn't ever have thought he could set up a business like this, while most of his antics resulted in particularly devilish results concerning fattening, he never really thought of applying his unorthodox talents for good. He stood up tall, gazing over the hustling crowd, completely filling the small bakery he had opened up in the middle of town. He gave a cheeky grin to the other nearby bakeries, considerably emptier than his own. Indeed, Azure's bakery was the talk of town this week.
The young fox continued serving and baking routinely, alongside his assistant, Malex. Malex grinned, he didn't assume applying for a job here was going to be so busy. Azure's blue-furred chest shone brightly under the gleam of the sun, as it stroked Malex's own grey fur.
The wolf gazed curiously at Azure and posed a question:
"I don't understand, I mean, it's great that we have so much business, but i'm fairly certain this is almost the entire population around here..."
Azure have a smug look.
"And I'd expect no less." His smooth, delightful English accent chimed. "You know very well how good I am at food preparation, and, of course, these cakes aren't without special ingredients of my own."
Malex winced a little with anxiety. He remembered experiencing those "ingredients" full frontal.
"Well, I've heard stories of what you were up to beforehand, Azure, surely you're not cheating your way through the business?"
"Now now, Malex. It's only a slight adjustment to traditional baking methods. A little tap of my special dust here and there makes these cakes irresistibly addictive, indeed, but look at the customers. Aren't they happy?"
Malex looked at the smiles as people munched on their newly bought cakes outside. He was right, people were enjoying the cakes. Well that was good, at least.
"I've heard a lot about this place..." came a slightly dormant voice from across the counter. "Are the cakes really that good?"
Azure turned his attention to the portly looking Girthagator, raising an eyebrow as he grinned.
"Why, of course! Naturally, you don't have to take my word for it, I'm feeling fairly generous today... why not have a muffin on me." the fox said with a reassuring wink, handing a muffin to the chubby blue gator.
He seemed content enough to eat it fairly quickly, his face expressing a tone of incredible impression.
"Yikes, you weren't kidding! I'll take... 8!"
Malex smirked, they hadn't had an order that big yet.
"Certainly sir! Please enjoy your meal and come back soon!"
"I certainly will!".
The heavy-set gator left, as Malex watched, his artistic look following him as his purple jumper with the white collared shirt stood out from a distance.
"Certainly a portly fellow, isn't he?" Azure giggled.
"I don't think I've seen a customer that satisfied yet..."
As the day went by, the shop soon started to die down a little, and at 5pm, Azure grabbed his coat.
"Malex, I'd like you to look after the store for a few hours tonight. I'd like to see how business goes at this hour."
Malex obeyed, a little reluctantly. A bakery, open at this time? Whatever, at least he was getting paid...
A little while later, the familiar Girthagator returned, looking around the store as it seemed empty enough. Malex looked up from the counter and smiled.
"Oh! Hello again! What can I help you with?"
"Heh, I'm feeling a bit sheepish, but I've already eaten those muffins, and I've been thinking about them all day..."
Malex chortled. There was no wonder this guy was so portly, of course, he realised this was likely Azure's ingredient at work too.
"They are delicious!" Malex said. "So have you come back for more or..."
"Well, I actually wanted to try something else. See, cinnamon buns are one of my favourites, and considering how good those muffins were... I'm just dying to have some!"
Malex grinned. "What's your name?"
The Girthagator replied - "I'm Tas."
Malex assumed he was roughly around... 5'8" and probably about 360 or so lbs. As far as Girthagators went, he looked pretty heavy. "How many would you like?"
"Every single one. As much as possible."
"Are you sure? There's like, 200 here..."
He gave an excited nod as he wagged his large blue tail, his facial expression changing to one of supreme joy, his facial hair complimenting it further.
After a while, the wolf handed the gator a literal sack of them as he hoisted it and made for the door, struggling a little with the weight of the buns. Malex smiled as he happily waddled off. That was certainly going to go to his hips.
"Oh! Wait! Tas!"
"Huh?"
"If you like those, we've got a sale on them tomorrow, I accidentally botched the mixture and now we've got too many. You should come by!"
"Oh wow, I will!"
Cinnamon buns were a personal favourite? He wasn't kidding...
Tas sat down after arriving at his flat, reaching for the TV remote and turning it on. He didn't even care what was showing, he sat with his legs open, sack full of buns ready for him to dig into.
He leaned over, grabbing one and sniffing it merrily. While his one obsessive diet habit was of cinnamon buns, he hadn't quite met an aroma as enticing as this one. He bit into it fruitfully, lifting his cheeks a little to compensate for ripping the sweet patisserie apart. His tail wafted enthusiastically from beside his leg as he took another bite.
This was unlike anything his taste buds had encountered. He gave a slight groan, savouring the flavour, before going full frontal, reaching forward for another, chomping on as much as he could, taking in big mouthfuls as he progressed through the two buns.
He went onto a third, then a fourth, then a fifth with rapid succession, showing no mercy in digging into his abundant supply of confectionary, he needed more. He craved more. He had at least 200 hundred of these, and was looking very forward to consuming as much as he possibly could.
As his TV murmured away, Tas continued his binge at an epic rate, leaning over his heavy gut to reach for more, barely even chewing now as he felt the delightful tinge of cinnamon, along with other doughy ingredients travel through his maw and down his gullet.
He could feel a sincere tightness as his gut gave a slight bulge in conflict to his heavy binging, but he couldn't care less. It was a small price to pay for such angelic taste. He continued, sitting there, eating and eating, His mid-section slowly getting heavier with each bun he stuffed himself with.
By now he was fully addicted, the increasing intake of calories taking it's toll on his body, which was now expanding not just around his waist, but around his other extremities quite visibly. The sofa he was in began to creak, his jeans fighting a losing battle as his impending gut slowly peeked out beneath his purple jumper, the white shirt underneath also straining heavily.
Tas wasn't going to let this impend him from eating further, undoing his jeans, he gave his gut more room to grow as he stuffed it frantically. Fatter and fatter, there was no stopping him as he fed his growing greed ferociously, now occasionally having trouble fighting against his growing waistline, he lifted the sack to his side, laying back as he slowly began to fill the couch.
To relieve tightness further, he stripped himself of his purple jumper, leaving him in just a white shirt and jeans, which were steadily growing increasingly tight with Tas's heavy binge. His rear was getting wider and wider as he ate, the couch beneath him no longer able to facilitate his growing voluptuousness as his thighs seemed to overflow out with the arms of the chair.
he reached deep into the sack, only able to bring up a few, final crumbs as he placed both claw-dented hands on his astonishing gut, which gave smooth gurgles and satisfied sloshes. He looked upon himself. He chortled sheepishly at his huge thighs. He was truly dominating this couch now. Of course, it wasn't every so often you gained 120 or so lbs in a single sitting.
He eventually wriggled his way onto his two feet, looking at his massive legs and arms as he struggled to move them, restricted by his incredibly tight clothing. As he rubbed his gut, he thought of the huge binge of those addictive cinnamon buns he had just had. The empty sack just laid there. He wanted more.
Two hours later...
Tas made his way towards the bakery, looking around as his bulbous form padded heavily against the concrete in the street. It was pretty deserted, what with it being so late. He looked through the bakery window, it was closed, and empty by the looks of it. He went around the back, spying a wooden door reading "Store House - Keep Dry". Well. If there was anywhere that would help sate Tas' immense greed for more, it was going to be in there. He assumed it was locked, so with a good shunt of his shoulder, he figured the door was pretty weak.
He moved back, then suddenly charged against the door as it swung open, tripping him up and landing him against the opposite wall. After regaining his sense, he could see several metal shelves, each packed with boxes after boxes. Beside him, however, was a rather curious machine.
One side looked like a gigantic funnel connected to some sort of metal storage, while the other side looked like some rather large conveyor belt. Tas giggled. He knew exactly what this was. A cake production line. And there was no one to stop him from using it.
On the metal panel was a small note.
"Azure -
I made a bit of a screw up, it turns out the concentrate for the cinnamon buns isn't 1g per bun, but 0.1g! I've only gone and made 2000 instead of the usual 200. Suggest we put them on sale tomorrow. We won't be needing anymore boxes of this stuff for a while...
- Malex"
Tas hungrily sniffed out the concentrate for the cinnamon buns, finding it in a nearby cardboard box. The label on the side did read "2000 buns = 1g. mix. Total weight, 1kg. in the process of mass production, please reserve a location to store finished product." Tas knew exactly where he'd store the finished product. Inside of his large gut. He grinned evilly.
By his calculations, 1kg of this stuff was easily enough for at least 2,000,000 of those delicious buns. Salivating, he considered just how he could keep eating and eating, knowing nothing but the warm, sweet taste of cinnamon buns flooding his maw, no worry about the implications on his body, only achieving his dream of sating his desires for the cake he so dearly loved. Almost instantly, he got up, and emptied the entire thing into the funnel, moving over to the control panel, and selecting "on".
The machine sputtered to life as he positioned himself with a stool at the end of the belt. The stool, unable to hold a 500lb + girthagator, broke promptly, which conveniently positioned his maw right on the end of the belt. The machine instantly started producing them like that. Tas ate them as they came, that familiar taste now back in his mouth as he gulped.
They just kept coming as Tas gulped and gulped, needy for more. He could feel his gut expanding further as his jeans began to tear, and his shirt's buttons started suddenly popping open from the bottom. It wasn't enough, they weren't filling him fast enough! He wanted to feel the kind of cramming into his maw he wouldn't be able to experience otherwise. Tas wanted more!
He gave the machine a kick with his chubby foot, as it suddenly stopped.
"huh?"
It emitted a little burst of smoke, before a red light blinked on the panel. Then, suddenly, the machine gave a metal creak, and the conveyor belt sped up. As the conveyor belt hastened, so did the cake production. This was more like it!
Tas grasped at his belly as he felt it swell enormously, his shirt now opened with no buttons, and the arms shredding up to give his arms more room to grow. Yet the conveyor belt got faster and faster, emitting more and more into the chubby girthagator's greedy maw. Within mere minutes, he had doubled in weight, and his appetite had grown to match.
Suddenly, his jeans burst at the seams as his shirt dropped off his heavy shoulders, leaving him with no restrictions on growing fatter, helping him in his greed for more. If anyone were around, they'd stop him immediately before he got too big, but of course, there wasn't anyone around. It was just him, and the imminent millions of buns now being propelled at his maw.
As his rump grew wider, he just kept eating, his tree-trunk like arms thickening as he swallowed countless cinnamon buns. The machine was going into overload as Tas moved onto his expanding gut, easily weighing at least a ton and resembling the size of a car, yet still greedy for more, his insatiable lust for the sweet, spiced taste of confectionary never yielding.
Meanwhile, outside, Malex returned for his jacket, which he forgot. He noticed the door open, and the suspicious, loud rumbling coming from within. The wolf peeked around the door, only to come face to face with Tas' gigantic gut, which bulged precariously. Tas was now too fat to control as he ate himself into bigger and bigger sizes. Easily around 10 sheer tons of flab now as he could only sit and swallow the buns that came to him, growing fatter and fatter with no signs of stopping. Malex quietly left, making a bolt away from the building and reaching for his phone.
"Uhh, hello? Azure, you may want to come over and see this..."
Tas was inside, his open maw taking in ridiculous amounts of pastry, his chubby cheeks expanding as his neck rolls multiplies, his gigantic love handles growing chunkier with each passing moment, yet he was still being fed more!
His enormous belly was proving to get too voluptuous for the environment around him. As he continued to gain huge amounts of weight, ear-piercing clangs and calamity could be heard, as the metal shelving was shunted off the walls by impending rolls of gator flab. Tas could only lie in his own, immersing tons of flab as he never stopped eating.
With him now unable to stop, his size started to test the structural limitations of the storehouse itself, the furniture, shelves, boxes, all being enveloped and crushed under his many, unstoppable, growing tons of corpulent fat. The only thing left for Tas' gigantic body to take over was the machine itself, as various portions of his gigantic belly burst through the windows, showing his doughy, bulging flab from outside. The same provided for his rump, which pressed against and rode up the impending walls.
The machine started smoking with a deep, black smoke as it slowed down, probably malfunctioning or overheating as the cake production also halted eventually, Tas's open maw gobbling up the last few products that it spewed out.
Malex returned to the back entrance of the bakery with Azure, when they both gasped. The entrance was blocked by a mound of blue flab. Azure moved towards it and kneaded into it with both paws, hearing a muffled giggle within.
"Perhaps if we re-open later on, we should be a bit more wary of that Tas fellow..."
"He did like the cinnamon buns, at least..."
A trade for
joshi_teh_charizardHere's a reference for Tas - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9375309/
***
"Alright, so that's 2 chocolate muffins and a hot cross bun for you, thanks for shopping and come again!"
"Sorry, we're all out of devil cake, but I can bake some in 10 minutes, could you come back later?"
"Sir! You forgot your change!"
Business was booming. Azure wouldn't ever have thought he could set up a business like this, while most of his antics resulted in particularly devilish results concerning fattening, he never really thought of applying his unorthodox talents for good. He stood up tall, gazing over the hustling crowd, completely filling the small bakery he had opened up in the middle of town. He gave a cheeky grin to the other nearby bakeries, considerably emptier than his own. Indeed, Azure's bakery was the talk of town this week.
The young fox continued serving and baking routinely, alongside his assistant, Malex. Malex grinned, he didn't assume applying for a job here was going to be so busy. Azure's blue-furred chest shone brightly under the gleam of the sun, as it stroked Malex's own grey fur.
The wolf gazed curiously at Azure and posed a question:
"I don't understand, I mean, it's great that we have so much business, but i'm fairly certain this is almost the entire population around here..."
Azure have a smug look.
"And I'd expect no less." His smooth, delightful English accent chimed. "You know very well how good I am at food preparation, and, of course, these cakes aren't without special ingredients of my own."
Malex winced a little with anxiety. He remembered experiencing those "ingredients" full frontal.
"Well, I've heard stories of what you were up to beforehand, Azure, surely you're not cheating your way through the business?"
"Now now, Malex. It's only a slight adjustment to traditional baking methods. A little tap of my special dust here and there makes these cakes irresistibly addictive, indeed, but look at the customers. Aren't they happy?"
Malex looked at the smiles as people munched on their newly bought cakes outside. He was right, people were enjoying the cakes. Well that was good, at least.
"I've heard a lot about this place..." came a slightly dormant voice from across the counter. "Are the cakes really that good?"
Azure turned his attention to the portly looking Girthagator, raising an eyebrow as he grinned.
"Why, of course! Naturally, you don't have to take my word for it, I'm feeling fairly generous today... why not have a muffin on me." the fox said with a reassuring wink, handing a muffin to the chubby blue gator.
He seemed content enough to eat it fairly quickly, his face expressing a tone of incredible impression.
"Yikes, you weren't kidding! I'll take... 8!"
Malex smirked, they hadn't had an order that big yet.
"Certainly sir! Please enjoy your meal and come back soon!"
"I certainly will!".
The heavy-set gator left, as Malex watched, his artistic look following him as his purple jumper with the white collared shirt stood out from a distance.
"Certainly a portly fellow, isn't he?" Azure giggled.
"I don't think I've seen a customer that satisfied yet..."
As the day went by, the shop soon started to die down a little, and at 5pm, Azure grabbed his coat.
"Malex, I'd like you to look after the store for a few hours tonight. I'd like to see how business goes at this hour."
Malex obeyed, a little reluctantly. A bakery, open at this time? Whatever, at least he was getting paid...
A little while later, the familiar Girthagator returned, looking around the store as it seemed empty enough. Malex looked up from the counter and smiled.
"Oh! Hello again! What can I help you with?"
"Heh, I'm feeling a bit sheepish, but I've already eaten those muffins, and I've been thinking about them all day..."
Malex chortled. There was no wonder this guy was so portly, of course, he realised this was likely Azure's ingredient at work too.
"They are delicious!" Malex said. "So have you come back for more or..."
"Well, I actually wanted to try something else. See, cinnamon buns are one of my favourites, and considering how good those muffins were... I'm just dying to have some!"
Malex grinned. "What's your name?"
The Girthagator replied - "I'm Tas."
Malex assumed he was roughly around... 5'8" and probably about 360 or so lbs. As far as Girthagators went, he looked pretty heavy. "How many would you like?"
"Every single one. As much as possible."
"Are you sure? There's like, 200 here..."
He gave an excited nod as he wagged his large blue tail, his facial expression changing to one of supreme joy, his facial hair complimenting it further.
After a while, the wolf handed the gator a literal sack of them as he hoisted it and made for the door, struggling a little with the weight of the buns. Malex smiled as he happily waddled off. That was certainly going to go to his hips.
"Oh! Wait! Tas!"
"Huh?"
"If you like those, we've got a sale on them tomorrow, I accidentally botched the mixture and now we've got too many. You should come by!"
"Oh wow, I will!"
Cinnamon buns were a personal favourite? He wasn't kidding...
Tas sat down after arriving at his flat, reaching for the TV remote and turning it on. He didn't even care what was showing, he sat with his legs open, sack full of buns ready for him to dig into.
He leaned over, grabbing one and sniffing it merrily. While his one obsessive diet habit was of cinnamon buns, he hadn't quite met an aroma as enticing as this one. He bit into it fruitfully, lifting his cheeks a little to compensate for ripping the sweet patisserie apart. His tail wafted enthusiastically from beside his leg as he took another bite.
This was unlike anything his taste buds had encountered. He gave a slight groan, savouring the flavour, before going full frontal, reaching forward for another, chomping on as much as he could, taking in big mouthfuls as he progressed through the two buns.
He went onto a third, then a fourth, then a fifth with rapid succession, showing no mercy in digging into his abundant supply of confectionary, he needed more. He craved more. He had at least 200 hundred of these, and was looking very forward to consuming as much as he possibly could.
As his TV murmured away, Tas continued his binge at an epic rate, leaning over his heavy gut to reach for more, barely even chewing now as he felt the delightful tinge of cinnamon, along with other doughy ingredients travel through his maw and down his gullet.
He could feel a sincere tightness as his gut gave a slight bulge in conflict to his heavy binging, but he couldn't care less. It was a small price to pay for such angelic taste. He continued, sitting there, eating and eating, His mid-section slowly getting heavier with each bun he stuffed himself with.
By now he was fully addicted, the increasing intake of calories taking it's toll on his body, which was now expanding not just around his waist, but around his other extremities quite visibly. The sofa he was in began to creak, his jeans fighting a losing battle as his impending gut slowly peeked out beneath his purple jumper, the white shirt underneath also straining heavily.
Tas wasn't going to let this impend him from eating further, undoing his jeans, he gave his gut more room to grow as he stuffed it frantically. Fatter and fatter, there was no stopping him as he fed his growing greed ferociously, now occasionally having trouble fighting against his growing waistline, he lifted the sack to his side, laying back as he slowly began to fill the couch.
To relieve tightness further, he stripped himself of his purple jumper, leaving him in just a white shirt and jeans, which were steadily growing increasingly tight with Tas's heavy binge. His rear was getting wider and wider as he ate, the couch beneath him no longer able to facilitate his growing voluptuousness as his thighs seemed to overflow out with the arms of the chair.
he reached deep into the sack, only able to bring up a few, final crumbs as he placed both claw-dented hands on his astonishing gut, which gave smooth gurgles and satisfied sloshes. He looked upon himself. He chortled sheepishly at his huge thighs. He was truly dominating this couch now. Of course, it wasn't every so often you gained 120 or so lbs in a single sitting.
He eventually wriggled his way onto his two feet, looking at his massive legs and arms as he struggled to move them, restricted by his incredibly tight clothing. As he rubbed his gut, he thought of the huge binge of those addictive cinnamon buns he had just had. The empty sack just laid there. He wanted more.
Two hours later...
Tas made his way towards the bakery, looking around as his bulbous form padded heavily against the concrete in the street. It was pretty deserted, what with it being so late. He looked through the bakery window, it was closed, and empty by the looks of it. He went around the back, spying a wooden door reading "Store House - Keep Dry". Well. If there was anywhere that would help sate Tas' immense greed for more, it was going to be in there. He assumed it was locked, so with a good shunt of his shoulder, he figured the door was pretty weak.
He moved back, then suddenly charged against the door as it swung open, tripping him up and landing him against the opposite wall. After regaining his sense, he could see several metal shelves, each packed with boxes after boxes. Beside him, however, was a rather curious machine.
One side looked like a gigantic funnel connected to some sort of metal storage, while the other side looked like some rather large conveyor belt. Tas giggled. He knew exactly what this was. A cake production line. And there was no one to stop him from using it.
On the metal panel was a small note.
"Azure -
I made a bit of a screw up, it turns out the concentrate for the cinnamon buns isn't 1g per bun, but 0.1g! I've only gone and made 2000 instead of the usual 200. Suggest we put them on sale tomorrow. We won't be needing anymore boxes of this stuff for a while...
- Malex"
Tas hungrily sniffed out the concentrate for the cinnamon buns, finding it in a nearby cardboard box. The label on the side did read "2000 buns = 1g. mix. Total weight, 1kg. in the process of mass production, please reserve a location to store finished product." Tas knew exactly where he'd store the finished product. Inside of his large gut. He grinned evilly.
By his calculations, 1kg of this stuff was easily enough for at least 2,000,000 of those delicious buns. Salivating, he considered just how he could keep eating and eating, knowing nothing but the warm, sweet taste of cinnamon buns flooding his maw, no worry about the implications on his body, only achieving his dream of sating his desires for the cake he so dearly loved. Almost instantly, he got up, and emptied the entire thing into the funnel, moving over to the control panel, and selecting "on".
The machine sputtered to life as he positioned himself with a stool at the end of the belt. The stool, unable to hold a 500lb + girthagator, broke promptly, which conveniently positioned his maw right on the end of the belt. The machine instantly started producing them like that. Tas ate them as they came, that familiar taste now back in his mouth as he gulped.
They just kept coming as Tas gulped and gulped, needy for more. He could feel his gut expanding further as his jeans began to tear, and his shirt's buttons started suddenly popping open from the bottom. It wasn't enough, they weren't filling him fast enough! He wanted to feel the kind of cramming into his maw he wouldn't be able to experience otherwise. Tas wanted more!
He gave the machine a kick with his chubby foot, as it suddenly stopped.
"huh?"
It emitted a little burst of smoke, before a red light blinked on the panel. Then, suddenly, the machine gave a metal creak, and the conveyor belt sped up. As the conveyor belt hastened, so did the cake production. This was more like it!
Tas grasped at his belly as he felt it swell enormously, his shirt now opened with no buttons, and the arms shredding up to give his arms more room to grow. Yet the conveyor belt got faster and faster, emitting more and more into the chubby girthagator's greedy maw. Within mere minutes, he had doubled in weight, and his appetite had grown to match.
Suddenly, his jeans burst at the seams as his shirt dropped off his heavy shoulders, leaving him with no restrictions on growing fatter, helping him in his greed for more. If anyone were around, they'd stop him immediately before he got too big, but of course, there wasn't anyone around. It was just him, and the imminent millions of buns now being propelled at his maw.
As his rump grew wider, he just kept eating, his tree-trunk like arms thickening as he swallowed countless cinnamon buns. The machine was going into overload as Tas moved onto his expanding gut, easily weighing at least a ton and resembling the size of a car, yet still greedy for more, his insatiable lust for the sweet, spiced taste of confectionary never yielding.
Meanwhile, outside, Malex returned for his jacket, which he forgot. He noticed the door open, and the suspicious, loud rumbling coming from within. The wolf peeked around the door, only to come face to face with Tas' gigantic gut, which bulged precariously. Tas was now too fat to control as he ate himself into bigger and bigger sizes. Easily around 10 sheer tons of flab now as he could only sit and swallow the buns that came to him, growing fatter and fatter with no signs of stopping. Malex quietly left, making a bolt away from the building and reaching for his phone.
"Uhh, hello? Azure, you may want to come over and see this..."
Tas was inside, his open maw taking in ridiculous amounts of pastry, his chubby cheeks expanding as his neck rolls multiplies, his gigantic love handles growing chunkier with each passing moment, yet he was still being fed more!
His enormous belly was proving to get too voluptuous for the environment around him. As he continued to gain huge amounts of weight, ear-piercing clangs and calamity could be heard, as the metal shelving was shunted off the walls by impending rolls of gator flab. Tas could only lie in his own, immersing tons of flab as he never stopped eating.
With him now unable to stop, his size started to test the structural limitations of the storehouse itself, the furniture, shelves, boxes, all being enveloped and crushed under his many, unstoppable, growing tons of corpulent fat. The only thing left for Tas' gigantic body to take over was the machine itself, as various portions of his gigantic belly burst through the windows, showing his doughy, bulging flab from outside. The same provided for his rump, which pressed against and rode up the impending walls.
The machine started smoking with a deep, black smoke as it slowed down, probably malfunctioning or overheating as the cake production also halted eventually, Tas's open maw gobbling up the last few products that it spewed out.
Malex returned to the back entrance of the bakery with Azure, when they both gasped. The entrance was blocked by a mound of blue flab. Azure moved towards it and kneaded into it with both paws, hearing a muffled giggle within.
"Perhaps if we re-open later on, we should be a bit more wary of that Tas fellow..."
"He did like the cinnamon buns, at least..."
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 40 kB
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