I decided to try out wg writing for the first time! I created a small interactive story. If anyone is willing to check it out, I'd be so grateful! You can find it here: https://northern-hare.itch.io/the-morning-interactive-wg-story
The Morning (interactive wg story) by northern_hare
In Zootopia, space was precious. Culture thrived in the city because diverse animals lived and worked and played together. That made it wonderful. That also made it dense.
On her afternoon off, Judy stood in the doorway of her apartment. She tapped one of her long feet against the wood floor. Tight jeans clung to her broad hips and apple bottom. Judy was fit, but as a rabbit, most of her muscle developed below the waist, giving her a natural pear shape. Judy wasn't much for appearances, but she did appreciate her curvaceous silhouette.
Her abs held firm and flat, and she crossed her arms over her slender bosom. She couldn't hide the annoyance that pointed her long ears straight up. She wanted to get out for a fun afternoon run.
Instead, she was listening to Nick Wilde. He stood in the apartment building's dingy hallway. The dim light above him cast onto the hall's peeling wallpaper and scuffed tile floor. Nick himself looked quite the opposite, in a gleaming white shirt and pants. He was a white cap and a blue scarf away from a sailor. His brilliant, orange fur glowed despite his surroundings. "You know I opened that bakery with Bonnie and Gideon, right?"
Judy hoped he would get to the point quickly. "Uh-huh."
She had worked with Nick to unmask Bellwether's nefarious plot with night howlers. Nick had considered joining the Zootopia Police Department, but his true passion was in sales. He fell into friendship with Judy's mother, Bonnie Hopps, and Judy's former bully, Gideon Grey. Bonnie and Gideon baked amazing pies. Nick operated a storefront in Sahara Square selling them.
Standing in the hallway, Nick gestured to a hand truck beside him. A bungee cord strapped a stack of white boxes on it. "I've got surplus stock that I can't get rid of. Would you take it off my hands? Free of charge."
Judy's mouth watered. She had grown up eating her mother's baking, and she knew how delicious those pies must have been. But she had no need for them. "Why don't you take those down to the food pantry? There are so many other people who need food."
Nick shook his head. "I already tried. Now--don't get the wrong idea. I just thought it would be good publicity. But the food bank won't take our pies. They told me it was a health code violation."
With a sigh, Judy's chest quivered. Something about those pies made her nervous. "I guess we shouldn't let them go to waste. Maybe I can give them away at work." She stepped aside. "You can leave them by the bed."
"Attagirl!" Nick gave Judy's shoulder a friendly punch. He strolled into her apartment, casually dragging the hand truck behind him. There must have been 20 pies in two stacks of 10.
Judy didn't know how much excess stock bakeries typically had, but it didn't look so crazy. She shut the door to her place and plucked a pie box from the top of the pile.
Nick set himself down on Judy's bed and smirked. "I thought you were taking them to work."
She sat next to him, and her muscular rump weighed down into the downy comforter. "Oh, give me a break. I'm just going to give it a smell." She propped open its lid to find an apple pie with a lattice crust. Notes of apple and cinnamon burst from the pie and enticed her nostrils. Instantly, she plunged her fingers between the crust and the tin, and she dredged up a slice. Its filling oozed and crumbs tumbled.
Nick chuckled.
Judy glared at him. "What?"
He blinked. "Uh, nothing. So, what's it like, working for the fuzz?"
Judy pushed the slice into her maw. Brittle, saccharine crust gave way to thick, gooey filling, sweet with just a hint of spice. She cooed reflexively. After swallowing, she answered. "Har har. Call them what you will, but fine people work for the Zootopia Police Department." As she spoke, she grabbed another slice.
Nick raised an incredulous brow. "Like the rhinoceros who almost sat on you?"
Unthinking, Judy swallowed her second slice. It tasted like heaven, and it all flowed down her gullet so easily. She couldn't help but grab another slice. "Okay. That's one guy. And yes, sometimes they rib me a little too hard. But they provide a valuable service to these people, and I'm proud to be a part of it." She wolfed down her third slice, and her hand went back to get a fourth. Its taste and texture intoxicated her. It robbed her awareness of her own consumption. "What about you? I know my mom can be overbearing."
Nick's eyes didn't meet hers. They pointed a little low, as if they looked at her mouth instead of her eyes. "Oh, well, uh, she's not so bad, really. I think it's nice.
Ooey, gooey filling slurped quickly down Judy's esophagus. Her stomach was full, but the remaining pie begged to join its brethren. She didn't even notice that half of the pie was gone before she snagged her fifth slice. "You try growing up under her roof and then tell me what you think. Imagine hearing her doubt your every move until you finally escape Bunnyburrow." She gulped down the slice.
Nick held up his hands defensively. "Alright, fair enough. Regardless, it feels good to be on the up-and-up. There's a lot less stress when your income doesn't rely on swindling."
"Good." Judy snatched a sixth slice and crammed it into her mouth. She wanted to talk with Nick, but she couldn't resist the pie. "I'm glad choo shee hyou make hyour way ash an upstanding shitizen." Judy swallowed and sat back. Her stomach churned and groaned, and it pushed against her pants, but she only had a quarter of the pie left. It would have been a shame to leave such a piddly quantity. She flicked her pants button open, and her stiff tummy pushed slightly through the gap.
Heat flushed her face. She wasn't supposed to bulge, not there. Judy was glad Nick was the only one there to see it.
Nick watched. His eyes, wide as dinner plates, stared at her middle.
Judy barked at him. "What?"
"Just glad you're enjoying the pie, that's all." He blinked rapidly and composed himself to a normal expression.
Judy could have set the pie aside. She had no need to eat more. But she had already claimed so much of its sweet, gooey goodness. There would be no harm if she had the rest. After all, compared to the six slices she had eaten, the remaining quarter of the pie was nothing. It would be a nice finale to her snack. She scooped up the remaining pie as one whole slice and chomped into it vigorously, heedless of its double width. Her speedy bites flung crumbs about and smeared filling on her cheeks. She swallowed big, meaty hunks down her gullet, and her stiff stomach plunked wider with each one.
By the end, her abdomen jutted out in a sharp curve. She put a crumb-filled paw to her tummy, and it felt tender and firm.
Nick cleared his throat, and his ears pinned down submissively. "Good pie, huh?"
Judy licked her lips. "Yeah. Well. As I said, I'll bring the rest to work."
She'd have to cancel her afternoon run. There was no way she could exercise in her current state.
Her mom's baking was good, and with Gideon's ingredients, it had only gotten better. If Judy wasn't careful, she'd end up putting on weight.
Judy put her weight on the doorframe of her apartment entrance. It was difficult to bear on its own, so she took whatever help she could get. Even as she pressed her body to one side of the door frame, her hips blossomed across the gap and brushed the opposite side of the frame.
Lard caked her two feet. Despite their length, fat gathered into uneven pouches and pursed into folds. Even more embarrassingly, Judy couldn't reach her feet, and so, those folds were all but impossible to scrub clean.
Her two calves bloated with hunks of blubber. They sagged over her ankles and restricted how far she could bend her feet. Fat thickened them so very much, and yet, they never once touched each other. Judy's thighs prevented that. She'd always been a bottom heavy woman, and her weight gain had exaggerated that fact. Flopping, drooping flesh gushed into her upper legs. A solid wall of pudge smashed between her legs, at least a foot deep, never to be opened. Its volume and density widened her stance and forced her to stand shorter than she already had.
Her hips contributed to her width by jutting in a shelf on either side. Fat stacked so thick around her that it plugged her in the doorway. Fortunately, she could still make it through with a little effort. Judy's ass had billowed into a similar shelf. It sprawled behind her as far as she could reach.
At her front, her stomach formed a boulder of flesh. It cascaded from her waist and weighed down over her thighs and calves. While its upper half projected in a smooth dome, its lower rolls descended in patchy dimples of lard. Judy could only imagine what those dimples felt like as, again, the farther expanses of her stomach lay beyond her reach.
Getting dressed grew harder by the day. Most times, Judy just wore the same outfit all week, so that she didn't have to worry about getting clothes on and off. On her days off, though, she relaxed by setting her body free. Her drooping gut already buried her pussy behind drapes of lard, so she had no need for panties. For decency, she had tugged a top over her tits. The pitiful garment popped stitches around her hefty boobs, and her rack puffed in copious rolls of fat through the neckline. To her surprise, her areolas surpassed the top. Judy couldn't see the front of her breasts on her own, so it wasn't like she could tell. But, when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, there were her giant, pink bowls. When she looked directly at her breasts, she only saw pie crumbs and drops of filling that she had failed to inhale. Currently, they rose and fell from Judy's panting. She gobbled mouthfuls of air to recover from the strain of getting up.
Fat hung from Judy's arms in rotund swells, and they cascaded down her waist rolls. Her extended hand narrowly reached its inflated digits to the door frame. As she looked up to Nick, her jaw set in a pool of pudge around her neck. Her ears slacked backward. The monumental task of getting the door had worn her out. "Nhi… Nhi… Nhick…" Her violent breaths flopped and slapped her body's rolls against each other. Sweat oozed between her folds, and as they clapped, they created a splash zone around her.
Nick coughed, and his eyes watered.
Judy's bowels snarled. Flatulence bloated within her and pushed her tummy farther out. She needed to get this visit over with quickly. She couldn't rip one with Nick around. That would have been embarrassing.
She put on a smile and tried to brave through the inner pressure. "Are hyou okay?"
Nick spoke in a thin, raspy voice. "Yeah. All good. Just, uh, swallowed spit down the wrong pipe." Nick was a brutally honest guy. If there was anything wrong with Judy's apartment, he would have called it out.
Judy backed into her apartment, dislodging herself from the doorway. "C'mon and bhring in the piesh." She turned around and led Nick inside.
As she turned, a sulfurous funk hit her, with notes of sweat and onion. Judy knew it wasn't necessarily a good smell, but it was the smell she lived in. Everyone had their own particular smell, after all. Bedsheets scattered across her flattened mattress and draped onto the floor. She hadn't been cold enough to use them in quite some time. Dark splotches of sweat, crumbs, and pie filling stained the bed. She had considered taking the sheets to the laundromat, but they would have just gotten dirty again anyway. Besides, the stains had soaked through to the mattress.
Beside the bed rose a mountain of discarded boxes and tins. Nick always brought so much surplus supply that Judy couldn't recall the last time she had needed to shop for groceries. Instead, she enjoyed free pies day in and day out.
Nick rolled in his hand truck of pies and shut the door behind him. After he unloaded the pies, he grabbed a garbage bag from his pocket. He started bagging her discarded pie boxes.
Judy had to set her enormous rump on her bed. To raise her butt, she leaned forward, inadvertently setting pressure on her middle. She clenched, and she caught most of her blossoming fart. Only a long, thin squeak escaped through her cheeks. "Eheh, shorry."
Redness filled Nick's cheeks. "No, um, it's fine." His stilted speech made him hard to read. Perhaps he was disgusted, or perhaps it was something else.
Judy's ass pounded the bed behind her. Two heaving cheeks slopped across the vast mattress in thick waves of fat. The bed groaned under her incredible bulk.
Nick grabbed a pie, chocolate mousse, and handed it to her. "So, how's work?"
"Shame old, shame old." Judy lunged at it and chomped off a huge, mouth-swelling bite. She had no use for slices when she would just eat the whole pie anyway. "Bhogo keeps shaying he'll fire me if I don't lose hweight. I don't shee what the big dheal is." She crammed in one more bite of pie. She didn't chew. Instead, she passed it through her gullet immediately and slammed it into her gut. The pie tasted great, but she had so much more to enjoy than just flavor. Instead, Judy sought the exhilarating rush of stretching her esophagus and filling her stomach as quickly as possible. It was speed paired with volume that gave her joy. To that end, she crammed the end of the pie down her fat face.
Nick passed her a lemon meringue. "You don't actually think he'd do that, do you? I can't imagine letting you of all people go."
The pie was larger than Judy's head. That was no problem. She chomped off enormous bites and stuffed her cheeks full. Her face's stretched pelt nestled against her lumpy neck and chunky shoulders. Judy swallowed the mushy, sour-sweet pie down as one humongous lump. The taut strain in her neck excited her for the instant before the pie slammed her stomach. "He sheems sherious. I'm nhot sure what to do."
He handed her a cherry pie. "Do you think you'll start cutting back?"
Judy pondered. In the meantime, she scarfed down the tart pie. She swallowed it all at once. It hit her gut hard, and she felt heavy, weighed down by the volume of her three-pie meal. At the same time, food pressed down on her flatulence and intensified her gaseous bloat. Her belly puffed like a balloon. "Hoof. I mhean, maybe I should."
But Nick had already pulled out a sweet potato pie. He opened its box again and gestured towards putting it back.
Judy waved him towards her. "No, no, if hyou already chook it out, I'll eat it. Let'sh just make thish the last one fhor now."
He smiled. "Attagirl." He leaned into her belly and held the pie up to her face.
That didn't sound right. Judy furrowed her brow. "What do hyou mean, 'attagirl'?" She chomped into the pie.
Nick turned the pie for her, serving her new portions as she chomped off others. "Oh. Er. Heh. I just, um, I just mean, I'm happy to see you happy. And you're real happy when you eat these pies." As he talked, his chest thumped against her taut stomach, like his heart beat quickly. His free hand explored up and down her stomach, running his digits through her matted fur and pressing into her stiff midsection.
Judy slurped down the end of the pie. "Oh. Yeah, I am." The sweet potato pie filled her up and pushed her churning, groaning stomach to its limits. Her lungs worked hard to expand, not from exertion, but from the stiff lump of food at her middle. Her gut always weighed on her legs, but after a meal of four pies, its heft felt especially crushing on her tender thigh flab. On top of that, she still held a fart captive down there, pushing her bloat ever harder.
Nick gazed up and down at her. "Are you doing alright?"
Wheezing, Judy nodded. She sweated under the strain of holding herself together.
"You look a little bloated. Maybe I could help you out with a belly rub." Nick smiled gently, sweetly, convincingly.
Judy's gut lurched and sloshed. "Yeah… that whould be… nice…"
Nick kneeled at her belly. He pressed his hands into her bulk. His touch was subtle, just enough to apply pressure without disturbing her lunch. He spread wide to cover her belly's immense breadth, and his fingers helped her gut process its meal. His caress relieved her inner pressure and aided her digestion along.
Then, he massaged downward. He held his fingers firm, but he only pushed inward oh so gently.
Judy's stomach gurgled and squelched in relief. She sighed. She felt utterly relaxed.
Her guts glorped. Gas popped between her butt cheeks, and her rump exploded with flatulence. The bombastic fart threw Judy onto her back, split open her legs, and tossed her underbelly upward. Pressurized air tooted out of her like a foghorn. It rippled her flesh and rattled the furniture. A dank, eggy scent pumped into the room.
Judy's fart ended. Her legs fell back down, along with her tummy. Laying back, she couldn't see Nick. "I'm shorry! I dhidn't mean to crop dusht you like that."
Nick coughed and grunted. After a few mighty hacks, he spoke in a wavering, high tone. "That's perfectly alright. I'll um. I'll survive. I uh. Gotta get to work."
She had ruined their nice time together. Spears struck her heart. "Nick?"
"Um. Uh, hold on." Nick flopped himself onto the bed next to her. He rolled into the crater carved out by her weight. His fur and ears were pinned back, like he lived in a wind tunnel. "Yeah?"
"I'm shorry. We were having such a nice time, and then--"
Nick caressed her cheek. "Carrots. It's okay. Really, it is. And I really do have to get back to work." He smooched her on the cheek.
Nick's kiss blossomed affection in her chest, but she was sorry to see him go. Judy sighed wistfully. "Ohkay. Shee you shoon."
Judy's guts felt so much better. With a tummy full of pie and a kiss from Nick, she had everything she needed.
Judy needed to find a way out of her apartment. She stared at its open doorway. Once an oversized, breezy portal, it now looked like the eye of a needle, an impossibly thin passage.
The rabbit stood on feet bulging with fat. Their immense bloat made her soles ungainly and uneven. Fortunately, given her incalculable weight, she didn't need much balance.
Blubber spilled from her calves and splashed on the floor, engulfing her feet. Fist-sized dimples of fat pocked their way up her calves until they plunged under her overflowing thighs. Rivers of flab flowed down her thighs, past her knees, and encircled her upper calves. The huge stores of flesh cranked her legs apart, and they nearly dangled to the floor. Huge globs of lard poured over her knees, peering pendulously over the floor. It was hard to call Judy curvaceous when every curve just pointed downward.
A little higher, her thighs smothered her hanging basketball fupa. The constant, crushing weight on her pussy kept Judy in a constant state of slight arousal. The cordial, petite bunny always craved two things: pie and dick.
If her thighs were rivers, her ass cheeks were oceans. They had no shape to describe, only blobby swells and pouches of adipose. They draped wide over the floor behind her. Though their huge size introduced logistical challenges, they at least rested their weight on the ground, which relieved Judy's back a great deal.
The same could not be said of Judy's hips. One after another, infinite rolls of fat flooded from under her waist and surged farther and farther to her sides. They piled laterally, far beyond her plump little hands, and trembled a few inches above the floor. These were the main offenders to Judy's size, and their gray-furred blubber looked more likely to demolish a doorway than go through it.
A chrome alloy tank sat in her sweaty ass crack and nestled between her slopping back rolls. That was Judy's precious oxygen tank. A plastic tube extended from it and curled around her neck, into her nostrils. A bun as big as her needed lots of oxygen to feed her expansive body. The colossal weight on her chest would've made breathing hard enough for a normal sized body.
And a belly like hers hardly made for a normal sized body. Like everything else on her, it cascaded outward and downward. Sheets of flesh rolled down her bulbous thighs, drifted inches in front of her calves, and plopped on the floor. Tubby billows of pudge stacked up on the ground before Judy. Every day, she felt more and more of the ground with her expanding gut. It was the only way she'd ever reach down there again, since the tubby globe exploded from her so broad that it restricted her reach. Judy's hands couldn't find her navel, let alone her knees.
Her arms draped long over her sides. Their voluminous flab spread in one smooth roll, covering up the several stacked rolls that squeezed out from her waist.
While her hands couldn't find her navel, her eyes couldn't find her belly at all. Two blimping tits swelled from her chest. Their heavy flab settled in huge sweeps of lard that covered her belly and dangled from its sides. Big boobs were nice, but Judy's were something else. Her sweaty, itchy breasts were just more amorphous rolls and folds of blubbery slop.
For lack of fitting clothing, Nick had tied a tablecloth around Judy's neck to cover her breasts. As for below, well, no one could tell the difference by that point anyway.
As Judy's eyes pointed to her doorway, she peered over two enormous cheeks that piled against her neck flab and even brushed her shoulders. Judy had always had big, cute cheeks, but her weight gain had inflated them into something of a monstrosity. As she spoke, they smothered her speech. "I dhon't, (huff) think I'm ghetting, (wheeze,) out of here. (Gulp.) I hreally think hwe need chu call shomeone. Thish, (whooorf), ish like, (puff), a jaws-of-life shituation."
Nick stood behind her, cheering her on. "We can do this. You're the hardest working bunny I know."
It was moving day. After losing her job at the Zootopia Police Department, Judy couldn't afford to live on her own. Nick lived out of his bakery, and he had offered to let Judy move in. The two had grown intimate in the past months, and it was a natural next step in their relationship.
Unlike the next step towards her doorway, which was very unnatural. Unable to bend her leg at her knee or hip, Judy instead pivoted her entire right hip forward. It plugged against the doorframe. Her belly gobbled the outside of the doorframe, while her hip chomped the side of the doorframe.
Nick patted her ass. "Good, keep going."
It didn't seem good to Judy, but she had to try. She slung her left hip forward. Predictably, it plugged snug in the door. Her fleshy sides billowed around the door frame. Her ass clapped the wall on one side while her belly plapped the wall outside. She muttered under her breath. "Damnit. Don't give up here, Hopps…"
She stretched her arms out, but she couldn't reach either side of the doorframe. As she leaned to her right, her fat bunched too hard to let her touch the frame. Judy pushed with her toes, and she thrust her hips as hard as she could, but they didn't budge. Still, she thrashed, determined as ever. Even under hundreds of pounds of blubber, Judy never lost her fighting spirit.
Nick planted his hands in her ass cheeks. "Don't worry. I'm here with you." He pressed hard, digging his fingertips deep into her fluffy rump.
Judy heaved her fat, and with Nick's extra force, she started making headway. She didn't gain ground, but she did hear the doorframe crack around her. That inspired her to try even harder. As her muscles clenched, her bowels wrung gas from her insides. It escaped her in flatulent, brassy notes that parted her fat cheeks and clapped their lard. "Phrrrumpt! Phooot! Phrrrt!"
Nick's grip tensed in her backside. "Whew! Do you… do you really think now's the time?" His voice wavered at a high pitch. It wasn't disgust or exhaustion. It was something else.
"It's not like I can control it." As she heaved and strained, another fart leaked, "Phblrpppt!"
With that, Nick relinquished his grip. Judging by the clomping footsteps, he reeled back. Then, his hands plunged deep into her ass fat. Judy felt her flab swallow his arms past the wrists.
The sudden force shocked a thunderous blast from her. A megaton explosion of gas ripped through her asshole. It sent shockwaves through her blubber and hammered the doorframe on either side of her.
The wood cried with snaps and cracks.
Her gaseous propulsion hurled her forward, adding more pressure to the already weakened doorframe. Judy's hips ripped right through. The wooden doorframe shattered and burst into millions of splinters. Judy's hips bulldozed the drywall, too, pounding two round holes on either side of the former door.
She stumbled into the hallway. After catching her balance, she looked over her shoulder to gaze upon her hips' handiwork. Jagged wood beams hung at the sides of the doorway, while crumbling drywall raised dust. Somewhere in the chaos, the door had blasted off its hinges and into the hallway. "Cheese and crackersh."
Nick hacked and wheezed. Stepping out slowly, he patted Judy's rump. "It's not bad. I'm sure they won't even notice."
Judy rolled her eyes. "Let'sh… (hoorf)… jusht… (whooof)… ghet out… (puff)… of here."
Everything else she owned waited in a truck below. All they needed was Judy herself. Fortunately, they had easy access to the building's freight elevator.
By swinging her hip, Judy slid her right foot forward. Her fat foot and heavy cankle swept along the ground. Her leg kicked her belly before her and nudged it across the floor. Behind, her leg dragged her humongous ass over the ground. She was so, so heavy, and every part of her added friction by hanging to the floor. If anyone needed their floors mopped by a huge, sweaty ass, Judy was the lady to call.
As she stepped forward again, her heart raced. Just one step required a monumental effort, and to make another step challenged her overburdened vascular system. Her lungs burned. Her mighty oxygen tank couldn't supply enough to her taxed lungs.
Judy spent every ounce of her strength to force out one more, tiny step. She collapsed forward and leaned into her colossal gut. She gasped and panted in painful gulps of air, while her heart thumped fast enough to shatter her chest. The hallway spun around her. She would have fallen over if her fat hadn't supported her upright on its own.
Nick set a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
Judy's racing heart shoved her into a rage. "No, I'm not alright!"
Nick withdrew his hand with a frightened grimace. "Okay. We can rest. We've got all day. There's no hurry."
No matter what her struggle, Nick was there for her. Judy had been such a hard fighter for her entire life. She cherished the man who fed her pies and tended to her folds. Nick's words soothed her more than any pump of oxygen. They were cool, relaxing, and supportive.
Cool, relaxing air conditioning flowed through the back room of Nick's bakery. Its gleaming white tile portrayed a calm atmosphere. A polyester sling hung from the ceiling, attached to a track that ran from one end of the room to the other. In one corner, a stack of pies awaited her. In the middle of the room was a giant hole. It looked like the kind of spot someone would place a sump pump.
Judy pointed to it. "What'sh that fhor?"
She relaxed on the broad, metal surface of a hand cart. Nick normally used it for moving pies, but it was just the right size to carry Judy. Better than making her walk on her own, he had said.
Nick left the hand cart and stepped to her side. He looked to the hole in the floor and chuckled nervously. "That? Well, I know walking is hard for you, and I wouldn't want you to have to go far for… um, you know…"
Judy's ears stood on end. Her face flushed hot with shame.
Then, she looked at Nick. He wasn't disgusted. He was smiling bashfully.
Judy relaxed. She pulled a long breath from her oxygen tank. "Hyou really have thoughtch of heverything."
Jealous, her stomach growled furiously. It rocked with voracious grumbles, jiggling her fat, and it clawed her insides, searching for food.
Nick jumped. "Oh, that's right. You haven't eaten since we left your place. Your old place, I mean." Quickly, he wheeled her over to the pies. He bent down to grab one.
Judy interrupted him. "Could you help me onto my belly? I know my tummy is hungry, but there's something else I need even more."
Slowly, Nick stood up straight. A toothy smirk curled his lips. He never could help that when he was horny. He snarled in a low, guttural tone. "It would be my pleasure."
Judy shuffled her bulk forward, eventually plapping her gut off the cart and onto the ground.
Behind, Nick gradually raised the cart. He tilted her ass up while her weight transferred onto the front of her belly.
Her insides burbled and churned from the pressure on her stomach. Even on an empty belly, noxious fumes billowed within Judy. As she tipped farther and farther, her gut forced out bubbling farts. "Phrrumpt! Phrrt fbbblrt!"
She poured into her belly and sprawled in a massive heap of lard. Judy's entire weight pressed down on her gut, smooshing it wide around her. Her mercurial belly spread far and flat over the smooth, cool tile. It swelled so far under her as to completely separate her legs from the floor. Even as gravity pushed her ass towards the floor, her rump was simply too massive, and it arced high into the air. Though her cheeks nudged her oxygen tank, it nestled neatly between her love handles and stayed in place.
Her arms flopped uselessly at her sides and lost themselves somewhere between her waist folds, her blimping ass, and her gushing sideboobs. Those breasts spilled out far before her and smooshed into the pies. Her several chins nestled into her cleavage and propped her chin up. She gazed at a mountain of pies just beyond her breasts.
Judy dislodged her arms and cast them forward. Fortunately, she could still reach the pies past her tits. It didn't matter which flavor she got. Her chubby digits plucked a pie and drew it into her maw. She bit into the crust to discover a banana cream pie. Her gullet guzzled thick, sweet custard. In but a few moments, Judy inhaled most of the pie. Filling splattered her cheeks, and crumbs dotted her breasts. She could have taken the time to clean those off. After all, that was more food. It was faster to just take another pie, though, rather than chasing little scraps. A wall of them rose before Judy, ready to be binged upon. She swiped another.
Nick gently stroked a hand across her right ass cheek. His digits felt miniscule in her enormous backside. He traversed her broad cheek in a sweet caress, truly doting on every dimple and curve in her titanic ass. Then, his hand disappeared.
It reappeared with a sharp, stinging slap that echoed off the walls. His lusty grip groped her copious blubber with digging, fierce fingers. That was not the caring, thoughtful Nick. That was the rapacious Nick, the Nick that speared her sopping pussy and fucked her brains out.
He held tight with one hand, and his other hand harpooned her other cheek. With his mitts deep in her ass lard, he ripped her cheeks apart, spreading her crack wide open. A foul stench flowered from the gap, but Nick didn't stop. He plunged his tight abs through her corpulent crack, and her damp, sweat-soaked fur squelched against him.
Judy cooed through a mouthful of apple pie. She relished the feel of a long, slender man buried deep in her rump, where her lumpy lard could swallow his tight waist.
Nick's waist wasn't the only long, hard thing about him. His cock's head met her outer labia, and it stirred her overflowing arousal.
She was beyond ready for him. Her pussy writhed and ached with need. Judy would have jumped his cock if she had a modicum of mobility. Instead, all she could do was grab another pie and slam it into her face. Three pies was enough to get her past desperate starvation, but it wasn't where she would stop.
Nick's length slid through her damp vulva. Judy's mound was huge, but Nick overpowered it, pressing his firm quads into her fat fupa to thrust his cock farther into her. Its head swept quickly into her vagina, where it met Judy's tight canal.
Judy whined. It was a cruel trick that the more she needed Nick, the harder her body made it to accept him. Her horny vagina clenched painfully tight. Wild heartbeats throbbed her chest in anticipation. Her asshole clenched, too, spurting hot fumes against Nick's chest.
Helpless, Judy nabbed another pie and tore into it. Her mouth constantly consumed more and more pie. She indiscriminately shoveled pie after pie down her fat gullet and into her burbling belly. Her need for food wasn't gluttonous; it was lustful. Every morsel stretched her insides with satisfaction beyond mere metabolism.
Nick grunted and groaned. His thick manhood caught on the lip of her vagina, too thick to gain entrance. He pressed on, and his rigid member held steady. At last, with one feral cry, Nick rammed his length into her. He crammed her starved walls full all at once, overwhelming her.
Judy yelped through cheek-stretching gobs of pie. Sharp euphoria yanked her pussy and jammed it tight. Her legs kicked straight, and her arms thrashed. Her body simply could not handle the pleasure.
Yet that was just the first thrust of many. Slowly, Nick backed through her, dredging out tablespoons of her sticky lust. Steadily, carefully, he pushed back into her. While his hands calmly caressed her backside, his sides rubbed between her bulbous ass cheeks. His firm thighs massaged her huge mound, and his calves kneaded her sprawling underbelly. His cock pushed tenderly through her. Its steely length fed the full span of her walls. He gently stretched her insides and pulled that intimate tightness deep within her.
As Judy descended from the startling heights of Nick's entrance, she settled into her own fat. Her legs relaxed, and the chunky rolls along her thighs hugged the fluffy dimples coating her underbelly. Her arms relaxed in her vast bosom like they were warm, overstuffed pillows.
She accompanied Nick's mellow thrusts with a pie. Instead of cramming it into her maw, she instead bit off only enough to fill her mouth. She actually waited to swallow before taking another cheek-stretching bite. As she shuttled more dessert into her belly, it tightened under her. It grew as a heap of burbling digestion under her writhing ecstasy and Nick's pumping virility.
His pumps intensified. Nick pumped harder, bashing his firm hips decisively through her flopping, sweaty ass cheeks. He pumped deeper, too, pounding his thighs farther into her bulbous fupa and grinding his calves fiercer into her billowing underbelly. Judy's backside was a colossal pile of folds and rolls, and Nick dived straight through it like a spelunker of lard. His efforts drove his cock right through Judy's insatiable pussy. He fed her walls a huge helping of steely meat and stuffed her full over and over.
Judy could only lay there and take it. And yet, her portion of the dance was so much more than that. Her body bounced off of Nick's hammering strikes. She rolled forward along her belly, which rammed her tits into the pies. Her ass wobbled overhead and teetered in jiggles and ripples. As it flopped in the air, its cheeks slammed together with a loud clap before opening back up to claim Nick. She perspired, overwhelmed by the dual intensity of Nick's cock and her pie stuffing, and sticky droplets lathered through her matted fur. For all the intense activity of just laying there and taking Nick's dick, her heart fluttered. Judy wheezed from her oxygen hose as she gained that light, airy feeling of dizziness.
Each corpulent rebound bashed Judy towards the pies. She snatched a pie before her body fell backward into Nick's thick spire. Once she pulled that pie, though, she dislodged a central piece of the Jenga tower.
Pies tumbled towards her face like a natural disaster. Their crusts split into flaky shards and gave way to a mudslide of filling that all mixed together over her rack.
On the next lusty bash from Nick, he propelled her maw into the mess of pies that had splattered over her chest. Her face cleaved through the fallen pies, and her maw gathered bits of flaky crust with filling from various pies. In one bite, she gobbled some apple and some chocolate, along with some banana and some cherry. Judy had no way to reckon the number of pies she ate. She only knew that her stomach inflated under her, stiffer and louder. She rolled back and forth over a hardened fulcrum of burbling pies. The weight of her massive ass pushed her harder into her belly and compressed the ever growing pile of food in her guts.
The bigger Judy grew, the harder Nick rammed her. He growled ferociously like a man possessed by night howlers. His hands clutched heaping pawfuls of her blubbery ass, and he ripped her backwards into him. His digits dug an electric pain into her. It was the kind of pain that spurred her arousal and forced Judy into her own primal state of mind.
And Nick drilled her deep with his jackhammering cock. His enormous length yanked her walls taut. He retreated for an instant, only to spear back through her all at once. One moment, Nick's reversing cock left her pussy an aching slack. In the next, he filled her vagina beyond capacity, shocking ecstatic sparks along the full length of her. His rapid, furious thrusts overloaded her and surged more sexual bliss into her than she could comprehend. Ahead of her, the pile of pies remained stationary, yet they wobbled side to side in her vision. Her chest beat in a fast, panicked rhythm.
His rapid bashes pounded tremors through Judy's flesh. From Nick's impact site, Judy's fat quaked in thick ripples through her belly, up into her tits, and through her ass, up into her back. Judy's rolls clapped against each other. Her ass cheeks slapped each other, her waist plapped her hips, her upper belly smacked her lower belly, and her tits smashed her gut. All on her own, Judy matched the applause of a sold out theater.
Yet her outer shockwaves paled in comparison to the booming peals of carnal rapture exploding from her pussy.
Although Nick's fucking pushed Judy into pies, she demanded more. She dragged her arms through the demolished pile of pies and pushed them into her stuffed face. Flaky crust and gooey filling crushed into a solid mass as she crammed the mass through her maw and down her gullet. Judy's hands shoved pie into her stuffed cheeks, and the backup of food rammed pie through her esophagus and into her gut. It stretched her hard. As her stomach filled more and more, it lost its doughy malleability to stiff density, and it raised her higher off the floor.
Her tightening stomach matched her clenching pussy. Harder and harder it clutched at Nick's length. Her vagina gulped his cock and glutted itself to capacity on sexual delight. She took him once more, and his manhood pushed her beyond capacity. Her lungs hitched. Her heart stopped. She exploded.
Her walls pulsed and throbbed, choking on him. Her legs seized. They tossed her colossal ass cheeks, which slapped her back and bulldozed into Nick. Her legs kicked her underbelly and smacked violently into its rich lard. Her arms pulsed and shook, throwing pie everywhere with wet splatters. Surging heartbeats strained her vessels and sprang rivulets of sweat from her brow. Her lungs grasped for air that wasn't there. Judy's climax flooded her body, and every muscle flailed from its overpowering signal. Even her anus jerked. Her backside fired like a broken muffler. Room-shaking toots exploded nasty, eggy plumes.
Nick's grunts ascended to a leonine roar. He exploded, too. His cock pulsed hard against her walls. A torrent of warm, thick seed shot from him and blasted Judy's pussy. Even as he held his cock deep inside her, its mighty pumps thumped her walls viciously. Cum gushed her pussy and sated its every thirst. Nick's jizz kept coming, and it spurted out from Judy's canal. Seed splashed in her underbelly, coated her fur, and mixed in her stale, warm sweat.
The two of them writhed and throbbed within each other.
Nick fell out of her with a wet squelch, spurting one last volley of cum across her underbelly. He panted and wheezed.
Judy caught her breath, too. Flatulence eased out of her in long, low notes as her body's muscles released their tension. Her stomach was packed full of food, but it wasn't on the verge of exploding yet. So, she took another mouthful of pie. It didn't matter that she inhaled a mess of flavors.
Judy never left a mess. In fact, most of the day, Judy's rump sat square over that hole in the floor. Putting it right in the middle was a good call on Nick's part. Ever since she moved in, Judy's backside had exploded. After all, she never needed to move, and food surrounded her constantly. Her ass alone would have occupied the entirety of her old apartment. Judy couldn't tell how big it was. She could only reach across a scant portion of its cellulite-pocked peaks.
Her hips oozed wide out to her sides. She could see them in the distance, but she certainly couldn't reach them. Her waist spread in vast rolls that girded under her arms, raised her blubbery biceps, and blocked her hands from reaching any portion of her legs. Her fingers were nearly useless anyway, as they could barely flex against her chunky, bloated palms.
At least she could see her hips. Her legs, despite their enormity, completely escaped her view. She felt their lard gush out under the sides of her tummy, but she couldn't see them past her colossal tits. And, while her smothering boobs did offer a valley through their cleavage, that was where her belly was thickest. Judy could only see down an aisle of cascading stomach rolls.
To be pedantic, she could see down that aisle when she was clean. At present, she gazed down the speckled wreckage of some enormous number of pies. Business had been booming for the bakery, which meant more discarded pies. Some were mistakes. Some were custom-ordered and never picked up. Some were a day old. But they were all delectable, and they all fattened Judy just the same.
Nick opened the door and stepped inside, naked. It made no sense to get his uniform dirty, after all. He met her gaze with a warm smile. "How's it going?"
And Judy met his with a gleeful grin. "Nhick!" Her joy cranked an impromptu fart from her. The humid fumes split her cracks with a trumpeting blast and clapped her cheeks. "Good. Today'sh bhatch was delicioush, as alwaysh." She drew a relaxed breath from her oxygen tank.
In each hand, Nick carried a dixie cup. "Good." He walked up to her and held up the first cup. "Now, open wide." These were her pills for the day. Several of them clattered around in the small paper cup. Some regulated her blood pressure, others attended to her cholesterol, and there was something for her sugar in there, too. Judy opened her mouth, and Nick dumped the multicolored pills into her. Then, he held up the second cup, this one filled with melted ice cream. He poured it into her, and she swallowed, using it to wash down the pills.
After that, he put a gentle palm to her blubbery cheek. "Love you."
Judy craned her head forward to nuzzle his nose with hers. "Lhove hyou choo."
Nick opened his mouth.
She melted forward into his kiss. Her leaning posture squeezed out more gas, and her ass played a trembling, bassy note full of sulfur and sweat.
Nick backed away. He retreated from Judy with a chest full of pie splatter, picked up from her boob. He stood by the wall and grabbed a sponge from a cubby. He splattered it with liquid soap. Then, he plucked a long, green hose by its nozzle. "Ready for your bath?"
Judy sighed deep, pulling in cool oxygen mixed with a massive whiff of her layered BO. "Oh yeah."
First, Nick walked around behind her. He got up on her ass and kneeled, straddling one leg on either side of her crack. From there, he shot the back of her head with water. Warm, refreshing water splashed her. "Is this a good temp?"
Judy cooed. "Pferfhect."
He ruffled fingers through her fur, loosening her sweaty mats. He massaged all the way up into her long ears. Then, he took the sponge and scrubbed it up the length of her ears. The sponge's texture coursed along her with the gentlest scratch, enough to satisfy her itchy pelt without hurting her. Lathered soap unclumped her sweat-caked fur.
Nick sponged behind her head next. The back of Judy's head collected in dense bulges of fat, and he carefully scrubbed through the creases between each. His long, deep scrub doubled as a massage. He leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek before wrapping his sponge arm forward. The sponge sopped up her big, blubbery cheeks. He lathered across her plump forehead and down her teeny nose. After finishing her head, he pointed the hose square down on her scalp and rinsed it off.
Her head was clean, but not her neck. Rivulets of soapy water piled in her collar of neck lard, but that wasn't enough to get it clean. Nick pushed his sponge deep into her multiple chins, careful to scrub in the crease under her mandible and her double chin, and then in the long span between her neck fat and her chest. His cool, cleansing scrubs relaxed her.
Patches of lard swelled from behind Judy's shoulders, and they sealed in a crease over her spine. That crease hugged her oxygen tank.
Nick grasped her oxygen tank. He pulled it away from her back, and it ripped off of her with a wet, sucking sound. Sweat had glued the tank to her back. Nick dug firm to scrub all the sweat out of that crease. From there, he moved down to her love handles. His hand sank deep into her flesh, up to his elbow, just to clean out the trenches around her back fat. Having cleaned her back, he set her oxygen tank back in place.
Nick moved to her left arm next. Her bicep alone dwarfed his torso. He wrapped around her blubbery arm like a ferret to get everywhere. Her deep pit released an unholy funk, but Nick squelched it quickly with firm, precise, soapy scrubs. He even tended to the crease at her elbow, where her bicep looked like a mouth gnawing on her forearm. And he didn't forget her hand. Pie layered thick and crunchy in her corpulent hand, and he picked each crumb out as he wriggled the sponge between her bloated fingers. Judy was ginormous, and Nick still took care to clean every little nook on her.
While he still held her arm up, he reached under it to scrub her vast breast. Unlike the rest of her, Judy's breasts spread in wide, smooth arcs. The boob was as long as his upper body, and it rose in a gentle curve. He scoured over its top, pivoting his waist in wide arcs to extend his arm over its full surface. His strokes moved slowly. Between his goofy grin and the erection poking Judy's waist, it was clear that Nick had a thing for titties. Next, he propped her boob up like the hood of a car. He lathered under it just as dutifully. The massive size of Judy's tits made her underboobs the perfect breeding ground for sweat and funk, but Nick didn't react. He simply scrubbed away.
After setting down that breast, Nick moved to her right breast. While Judy grew fatter, Nick's muscles toned. His pecs and biceps flexed as he cleaned her.
Judy admired him. "Hyou whork sho hhardj."
Still scrubbing, he looked her in the eyes. "Huh? You mean like bathing you?"
She nodded, clapping her wet cheeks in her damp neck rolls. "Hyeah. (Ghorf.) Hyou whork all djay, (wheeeze), andj then hyou hhave choo clean mhee."
He chuckled. "I don't have to. We make a ton of money. I could hire someone to clean you, easy. But I want to. After a long day running the shop, this is how I want to relax." He burrowed under her boob to scrub that next.
After that, he moved to her right arm. In long, slow strokes, he massaged her broad arm. Judging by the serene smile on his face, it soothed him just as much as it did her.
Judy's belly was broad as the trunk of a car, if not wider.
Nick pressed himself to her bulbous gut, and he spread suds over her in smooth, sweeping scrubs. Naked, he looked like a fireman in a lewd calendar. His strong legs pushed into her doughy front, and his aroused length jabbed deep into her crusty folds. Nick's tight abs leaned into her billowing upper belly, while he flaunted his lean pecs over the horizon of her stomach. One strong hand groped her fatty gut. His other hand scrubbed back and forth, over its vast curve, scouring away grime and refreshing her fur.
He lowered, gradually disappearing behind her gut like the setting Sun. Nick's scrubs pushed deep into the front of her belly, where Judy's subcutaneous fat slopped over itself in so many little creases and chasms that gathered sweat and food. His arm plunged into her navel up to his elbow. Then, he traveled through the folds along her sides. Judy's fat wrapped around itself with so many secret nooks and crannies, but Nick knew them all.
Judy was silent. They would talk about their days later. For the time being, she enjoyed a sensual scrubdown from her handsome man.
Nick stood and reappeared in her vision for but a moment. Then, he walked to her backside. Her belly was huge, but her butt was colossal. So, he stood at her left cheek and scrubbed there first. Judy was always aware of her ass. But, being largely immobile, it rarely drew her attention. Then, as Nick carefully massaged from her ass crack out to her hip, his lengthy scrub highlighted just how massive just one ass cheek was. Every inch in his quest activated tender neurons in Judy's humongous hinder, adding more and more awareness to her mental image of her own butt. Nick made her feel huge all over again, as if the fat had sprung on her out of nowhere. It melted her mind into euphoria.
He tended to her right butt cheek next. Evidently, Nick experienced his own sense of joy. He growled hungrily. His hands quivered against her blubbery ass, inadvertently rocking her oceanic cheek into tidal waves.
Judy liked the gentler scrubs from a more restrained Nick, but his horndog scrubs could be fun, too. Judy's ass was certainly ripe for jiggling, and she giggled when Nick made good use of it. Her ass had drawn the attention of a strong, handsome, and caring man, so of course she would feel a little randy when he toyed with it.
With rowdy, slapping brushes, Nick polished her right butt cheek. All that remained was under Judy. He walked around her, to her front. His casual gait flexed his plump, muscular glutes and lithe shoulder tissue. Nick stopped at a cord dangling from the wall.
Beside it hung the bariatric sling, a polyester band that spanned laterally from one side of the room to the other. The sling draped from a metal hanger, which itself was affixed to a track in the ceiling, running orthogonal to the band. Nick pulled the cord, and the bariatric sling slackened, extending from the hanger and drooping to the floor.
From there, Nick pulled the sling to Judy's belly. The hanger above followed with a smooth grinding noise. He tugged it to Judy's left side, and the sling lodged partway under her gut, askew, while the rest of the sling draped over the right side of her belly. He jogged around her big stomach, snatched the other side of the sling, and tucked it under her.
He pulled a second cord dangling from the hanger. This one tightened the sling. Nick clenched his teeth and grunted. His biceps flared and his pecs bulged. Slowly, one hand over the other, he tugged the cord down, and in turn, the sling raised her belly. The inner portion of her belly rose, but her stomach was huge, and its far tip flopped off of the sling and back down to the floor. Visibly strained, Nick tugged the sling tight enough that even the farthest reach of her gut departed the floor. He let go of the cord with panting breaths and wiped his forehead.
That was what it took to raise Judy's stomach. Some people had muffin tops. They were cute, little things that you could jiggle up and down with the flick of a finger. Judy's gut required industrial machinery for the same effect.
A skunky, sour aroma wafted from under her belly. It clashed with the fresh, flowery scent of soap, and ultimately, her belly stink overpowered it. Nick never tended to the smell too fast, though. Judy wondered if he drew some pleasure from it.
Instead of minding her undercarriage, Nick again walked behind her. Back there, he had another sling, just for her butt. He tucked the polyester band under her cheeks and, with an even more herculean effort, raised them from the floor as well.
They unleashed a fragrance that was more sulfuric and eggy. The scents from her underbelly and underbutt merged into a rank stench that could have overpowered the mightiest bull or the proudest lion.
Yet Nick continued his work unperturbed. Though he stood behind her, Judy thought she heard a long, luxurious whiff from his nose.
She was tempted to ask, but she wasn't sure she'd like the answer. Some things were just better left unsaid.
Regardless, Nick shot the hose at her ass. He blasted between her cheeks. Water cut through her fur and into her bottomless crack. Its hard, hot blast satisfied her more than the deepest scratch. Nick aimed the hose at the underside of her butt next. The hose gave her ass and the back of her legs a nice rinse.
Then, he let up, and the water dripped to a halt. "Now remember, I need you to hold it in while I'm down there."
Judy's heart fluttered in embarrassment. "Nick!! Come on, that was an accident."
He snickered. "I know, I know. Just yanking your chain." He gave her butt a flirty slap.
The sponge pushed up into Judy's ass. Evidently, at some point, Nick had crawled under her. It wasn't like she could see where he was. At any rate, the sponge wriggled into millions of tiny creases. Hanging, Judy's blubbery ass was hardly smooth, but Nick took care to navigate each and every fold. Down there, Judy imagined him as a mechanic laying under a car. Instead of fine-tuning a piece of machinery, he was working out mats and soaping up her rank pelt.
He started from the outer edge of her ass and worked closer and closer to her legs. Nick pushed hard into the crease where her sagging butt met her sagging thigh. Judy's legs had inflated with so much fat that her thighs spilled right to the floor. So, Nick crawled around her legs, scrubbing just her thighs. Then, he lifted her curtains of lard to unveil her calves. Nick wedged himself between her legs, and her thighs draped over his back. From there, he weaseled the sponge into long folds between her calves and thighs, as well as the tight folds where her calves bulged into themselves. Even that wasn't the end of her legs, as he next lifted her cankles to go yet one layer deeper. Nick soaped down to her bulging feet, with fat that cuffed her toes.
Judy's fat sealed over itself with labyrinthine folds, and Nick knew how to navigate all of them, even without a thread.
And then, he slipped out, letting her sopping calves and thighs splash to the floor. He shuffled all the way to the outer edge of her belly. With his feet by her feet, his hands reached up at the tip of her belly. Though Judy's gut dimpled with its own fair share of cellulite, its relative density packed into fewer folds. Plus, without a crack down its middle, Nick could scrub evenly from one side to the other. He sponged her farther and farther inward, tucking his legs between her corpulent feet.
Because Judy couldn't see Nick, she could only locate him by where he touched her.
When his upper thighs locked under her calves, he grasped her mound. Judy's monumental fupa nearly dangled to the ground. He scrubbed all around it, digging deep where it creased against her belly and sweeping wide where it rolled down before her legs. His sponge refreshed her outer labia and worked inside.
Many layers of lard separated Judy's vulva from her outer slit.
Nick scrubbed through all of them. He pressed the sponge especially hard on her tender, rubbery fupa. Judy couldn't see or hear Nick, but she detected his ruttish mood from his furious scrubs.
So, what happened next was hardly a surprise. Nick grasped both of her bloated outer labia, one in each hand. He crammed his nose into her hanging fupa slit. His lips kissed her vulva. His jittering hands spoke to his bursting arousal, but his lips moved slow and tender, handling her with care. He tucked his mouth over one of her inner labia. Unlike her outer lips, her inner lips were tiny, delicate flaps. Nick treated them with utmost gentleness as he suckled on them.
Dull, heavy pressure constantly compressed Judy's pussy. Nick's cunnilingus came as a refreshingly delicate sensation. She moaned.
After lapping his tongue over her vulva one more time, he moved to her clit. Judy's nub was a tiny pinprick compared to her massive figure. Yet, when Nick brushed it, he made it feel like the size of the universe. His slow, doting tongue strokes stirred waves of arousal through Judy.
She whined and bit her lip through warm, lurid rushes of rapture. Her body jolted and shook from ecstasy, rippling lard all around her.
In Zootopia, space was precious. And yet, Nick had carved out a massive chunk of space just for Judy to grow into. In fact, the more space Judy took up, the more precious Nick treated her.
Nick gently stroked a hand across her right ass cheek. His digits felt miniscule in her enormous backside. He traversed her broad cheek in a sweet caress, truly doting on every dimple and curve in her titanic cheek. Then, his hand disappeared. It reappeared with a sharp, stinging slap that echoed off the walls. His lusty grip groped her copious blubber in digging, fierce fingers. That was not the caring, thoughtful Nick. That was the rapacious Nick, the Nick that speared her sopping pussy and fucked her brains out.
I need like a town where everyone is fat its just the norm that everyone's waddling around and proudly showing off there belly's, like the social status is effected by how fat you are, if your massive your more popular, so it creates this want and need to be fatter, and eveyone who moves there blows up in no time. All the places for food is as fattening as possible, the size options start from large and goes up to 5XL meals. Instead of E bikes for rent you can rent electric wheelchairs which the town is built around accessibility for, so you could go around not burning a single calorie all day. The entire town is built to ensure maximum fattening and to be a feeders heaven though even you feeders should expect to gain a little weight when in a place where your social status is tied to how fat you are.
God I wish a place so heavenly could be real. Just imagine eveyone around you so big and round, so many soft squishy bellies and tits, asses the size of mountains wobbling around you, thighs like pillows on evey single guy and women, plus sized clothes, lazy gadgets & food being advertised on evey single ad spot like the place is brainwashing eveyone into eating more & that it's normal to be so big & lazy. Compliments about increasing sizes and expanding waistlines can be heard in passing conversations. The smell of food is unescapable, making your mouth water down evey street.
Commission doodle for Vex of their story! Dummy ate too many pastries and is awfully bloated, but she doesn’t seem to regret it all THAT much~
You can find the story they wrote for this HERE as well! ~ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/65065999/
happy Juneteenth! i'm an artist with a special interest in fatfur art and kink positivity. see: bangers
my art is, and always will be proudly black art because of who i am. i'm so lucky to be black and queer and making art with my own two hands. support + uplift us! fuck "a/i"!
A bad draft. I would absolutely appreciate feedback on anything. I really utterly want to improve and keep on writing, because unfortunately for the world. I enjoy it. And now:
The draft
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