"No, the ectoplasm isn't harmful. Just tell her to drink plenty of water to flush it out of her system. I KNOW you're a doctor, and I respect that, but I'M the paranormal expert who's been studying this stuff all his life. Alright? Good. Bye."
Nicholas clicked his phone off and spun around in his swivel chair. "You really did a number on that mink girl."
The green ghost hovered next to him. "Yeah, that number being about 600. And don't act like you didn't enjoy feeling up her gut."
The mouse boy's face flushed as he tapped his fingers together. "Well, uh, I mean..."
"Thought so," the ghost gal smirked. "You know, we could recreate that easily..."
Nicholas perked up. "Oh?"
"Yeah- when I leave I could go possess ANOTHER girl and make her stuff herself 'til she weighs more than truck~"
"W-well, I mean, that sounds nice, b-but I'm not really a fan of fattening people who don't want it," Nicholas explained.
"Thing is, you have to let me go anyway- that WAS the deal- so technically after that you have no say in what I do." She winked at him, he replied with a nod. "So, you had some questions then?"
"Oh, uh, yeah!" Nicholas grabbed a pencil and notepad. "So, first off, you got a name?"
"Glenda," the ghost answered. "But I go by 'Glen'."
The mouse boy wrote this down. "Alright, Glen. Next question- why did you possess and stuff that girl?"
"Well, I'm a glutton of course," she answered. "I can eat, but being a ghost I don't actually gain any weight, which is part of the fun. So I like to possess skinny girls and plump them up to a more proper size."
"I see," Nicholas nodded as he made a note of that. "Could you explain the purpose of the ectoplasm?"
"Ectoplasm has a variety of uses based on the ghost generating it," Glen explained. "My ectoplasm breaks down food into more ectoplasm, so I fill my host's mouth and stomach with the stuff."
"What's the purpose of that?"
"It actually goes through the digestive system and gets converted into fat MUCH faster than normal food does, so all the grub I chow down on gets instantly added to the host's bulk." She leaned back, still floating in the air. "It also allows the stomach to stretch far beyond its normal capacity. That way I get to endlessly stuff them without getting full and feel the effects right away.
"Fascinating," Nicholas muttered as he continued to take notes. "Next question..."
---
"Okay, care to explain why we're here?"
Nicholas, looking very annoyed, was curled up in a bush in a park downtown, leaves and branches sticking to him. Glenda was hovering in front of him, her intangibility preventing debris from sticking to her.
"Well, for the last few weeks of our deal I've just been possessing girls that I liked," Glen started.
"And it's been working well," Nicholas added, patting a much cleaner and more advanced looking ghost trapping device strapped to his side.
"I know," Glen continued. "But I realized I haven't been thinking of what YOU want!"
The ghost hunter paused for a moment. "Wait, are you saying-"
"I want YOU to choose the next girl!" the gluttonous ghost exclaimed.
"W-what?!" Nicholas sputtered. "I-I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" Glen shrugged, then motioned to a small hole in the bush. "Just look out there and pick any girl you want me to fatten!"
"G-Glen, no, I-I can't. It's wie-" his face flushed slightly as he looked through the hole in the shrubs. "Oh my gosh Michelle's here."
Glenda looked through the peep-hole. "Who, the chubby ferret girl?"
Nicholas nodded slowly. "She's so cute..."
"You got a crush on her or something?"
The mouse-boy's face flushed. "Uh, m-maybe..."
"The choice is made then!" Glenda exclaimed as she flew out of the bush.
"Glen, no!" Nicholas hissed, almost darting out of the bushes but stopping when he realized it would blow his cover. All he could do was watch as Glenda phased into Michelle, causing her eyes to turn green and drips of ecto-plasm falling from her mouth. The other girls gathered around Michelle screamed and ran as the chubby ferret leapt on top of a hot dog cart and started devouring its contents. Nicholas knew he should do something, but found himself in a trance as he watched his crush stuff her already pudgy belly.
Once Glen/Michelle had emptied the hot dog cart and her shirt officially didn't fit anymore, she levitated over to a nearby food truck that was parked on the side of the street. The employees of the food truck quickly abandoned it as the ghostly ferret girl opened up the back doors and went inside, wasting no time in unpacking the food from its storage containers before repacking it into herself. Glen made sure she was visible through the truck's service window so Nicholas could get a full view of the spectacle. She even went to far as to heft up her bloated belly and plot it down on the counter.
Nicholas, meanwhile, was trying his best not to get a nosebleed and pass out. He'd figured that getting to watch Michelle pig out and stuff herself would only happen in his fantasies, yet it was happening right now, albeit by rather unconventional means.
After she had cleaned out the food truck and piled another 200 pounds onto herself, the blubbery ferret squeezed her fat body out of the truck and looked around for her next target. It didn't take her long to notice the bakery across the street.
"Oh jeez," Nicholas hissed to himself as he saw where Glen was going. That particular bakery was famous for the best jelly doughnuts in the city, and always had a large stockpile of them.
Unfortunately for him, this time he wasn't able to see Glen gorge herself- rather, gorge Michelle. This allowed his primary brain functions to resume operation.
"Crap, this wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered. "I should go in there and stop her. But then again, she's trying to do me a favor. A kind of weird kinky favor, but a favor nonetheless. Although it is coming at the cost of someone's size. But then again..."
Nicholas debated with himself for the next 15 minutes whether he should stop Glen right now or let her continue to eat, until he realized that by debating with himself for so long he had allowed the latter to happen.
"Crap."
Making sure nobody was around, he leapt out of the bushes and made a beeline for the bakery.
"Hey, it's Nicholas the Ghost Trapper!" Someone shouted. Upon hearing this, the other people in the area cheered.
"Oh, uh, thank you!" Nicholas waved to them as he entered the building. "Now I need everyone to clear the area- these 'Glutton Ghosts' can be pretty nasty."
'Feels nice to be appreciated... even if it's kinda fake,' he thought to himself.
Once inside the now-trashed bakery, he saw Michelle behind the counter, furiously eating. She had plumped up quite a bit, her belly now much wider and looking like it hung halfway down her thighs, which were obscured by the counter. Nicholas was a bit surprised as he thought she'd be bigger- she only looked to be 600 pounds now.
"Freeze, ghost!" Nicholas ordered, aware that people would be watching.
Michelle hissed at him, stepping out from behind the counter and revealing that what Nicholas had thought was her entire belly was just the top rolls, revealing a MASSIVE bloated gut that was twice as wide as she was and hung down to the floor.
"Oh jeez."
Michelle/Glen levitated some boxes, throwing them at the ghost trapper. He leapt aside, diving behind cover. The fat ferret took advantage of the distraction to levitate several dozen more jelly doughnuts to her face.
Nicholas stood up and fired his Ghost Trapper, but Glen levitated another box that blocked the beam. He tried several more times, to no avail- the gluttonous ghost continued to shove pastries into her expanding host body.
"Really putting up a fight," he muttered.
"Hurry!" someone said from outside the bakery as they peered in through the windows. "Every second that passes that monster horribly distorts that poor girl!"
"Sir, first off, obesity is not a distortion," Nicholas huffed. "Second, I'm gonna need you to clear the area before this thing tries to eat YOU."
The spectator took the hint, running off as Nicholas shook his head. He jumped back up to see Michelle polishing off another box of doughnuts.
"You're too late!" the possessed badger exclaimed. "I've already eaten everything in this store!"
"Then you should be an easy target!" Nicholas fired hi Ghost Trapper once more. The ghost 'attempted' to block it with another box, but was 'too slow'. The beam struck the ferret, pulling the ghost out of her and suking it into the device.
The crowd outside cheered. Nicholas turned and gave them a thumbs-up before frowning. "I thought I told you people to clear the area." He shook his head and turned back to Michelle.
The ferret was just coming to, looking very confused.
"Hey, uh, don't panic, everything's fine," Nicholas said. "You were just possessed by a ghost that kinda force-fed you all the food it could find..."
Michelle tried to talk, but her mouth was still full of ecto-plasm. Her belly let out a deep rumble.
"Uh, you know, you seem to have ingested more ecto-plasm than anyone else who's been attacked by one of these ghosts. Maybe we should head to my lab so I can make sure you're ok?"
Michelle nodded slowly. Nicholas tried to lead her out the door, but she found it hard to walk.
Nicholas frowned. "Um, would you happen to know anybody who owns a truck?"
In the spirit of Halloween I tried to finish this story I've been working on. Unfortunately I couldn't get it all done in time, but I can give you guys the first part!
“This better not be another prank call.”
A medium gray mouse boy held his cell phone to his ear. “Reliable Ghost Trappers- yes, we’re completely serious- Nicholas speaking.”
“Um, hello,” the voice on the other end of the line said. “Uh, could you tell me what kind of services you offer?”
“We locate and trap troublesome paranormal entities for a modest fee,” Nicholas replied.
“Well, um, how about getting a ghost out of someone?”
Nicholas sat up in his seat. “Possession? Yes, we can help with that.”
“Good, because I’m the owner of the Fairview Diner downtown, and we have a ghost of some kind possessing a patron.”
The mouse boy leapt out of his chair and began gathering equipment. “Say no more, sir! We’ll be right over!”
“Good, thank you,” the diner owner. “Also, please hurry, she’s eating all of our stored food.”
This actually had the opposite effect, causing Nicholas to freeze in place and his face to flush red. “O-of course, I’ll be there in a minute.” He hung up and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Okay, okay, no big deal, just gotta catch a ghost who’s fattening a random girl, no biggie…”
He gathered the his equipment- a variety of patchwork devices that looked like replicas of Kids Next Door weapons- and ran outside his apartment building, rushing to a parking space where a motorcycle was sitting. Setting the backpack in a cargo spot and strapping it in, he placed a helmet over his head and hopped on the cycle.
“Frick, my keys!”
He dashed back inside, snatching his motorcycle keys off of his desk before running outside again and hopping on the vehicle. Revving up the engine, he turned onto the street-
“Wait, crap.” He fished his phone out of his pocket. “Okay Google, how do I get to Fairview Diner?”
A map appeared on his phone, giving him directions. He turned right onto the street and bolted at top speed to the diner.
...then slowing down once he realized the speed limit was only 35 miles per hour.
---
Nicholas came screeching to a halt in front of the diner, were a small crowd had formed. Grabbing his bag he attempted to worm his way through the people.
“‘Scuse me, pardon me, official ghost hunting business!” He finally made it to the front of the crowd, where he saw a worried elk in a suit. “Excuse me, are you the owner?”
The elk perked up. “Yes! You’re the GhostBuster?”
“Reliable Ghost Trapper, no relation to any other ghost-hunting company, real or otherwise,” Nicholas droned as if he’d restated it a hundred times over. “I take it the ghost is inside?”
The Elk nodded. “It was a normal day until this green blob came in through the wall! It entered a young woman, and she began eating all the food in sight! I called after she broke into our food storage in the back.”
“Leave it to me,” the mouse boy stated as he pulled a tube-shaped device with four prongs on the end out of his backpack. “Nobody follow me in unless I scream for help.” Realizing he could have phrased that better, he added, “Uh, on the off chance it comes to that.”
Taking another deep breath, he walked into the Diner.
The inside was an absolute disaster- tables and chair overturned, broken plates littering the floor, and globs of green goo on the walls and floor. He scooped some up with a special tool from his pocket. “Ecto-plasm.” Placing the sample in a container, he continued to examine the room, realizing something was missing- there were no traces of food. The ghost had licked the place clean of every single crumb.
A loud crash made him jump, then whirl around. A door labeled’ kitchen was wide open, the sounds of furious eating coming from within.
He took one more breath before approaching the door, holding the four-pronged device tightly.
One through the door he was met with a sight that nearly made him pass out- the giant, wobbling butt of an extremely obese mink girl. Only shreds of her clothes were left, the only things remaining intact were her panties and bra. Her legs were super thick, mashed against eachother and jiggling madly despite standing still. Though her back was turned it was obvious that her belly was the biggest part of her, as it jutted out to her sides almost past her hips. Her thick arms were whipping around as she shoved a heaping supply of potatoes into her mouth. She had to be at least six and a half feet tall, towering over the 5’ 2” mouse boy.
“Hoo boy, she’s big,” Nicholas muttered to himself, trying not to let his personal desires get in the way of the mission. He cleared his throat and pointed the trapping device. “Alright, ghost, that’s enough!”
The ghost ignored him, continuing to eat.
“H-hey! I’m talking to you?”
No response.
“Alright, then I guess we’ll cut to the chase!” He activated the machine, sending a beam of blue light at the mink… which bounced off of her back-rolls harmlessly. This finally caused her to stop eating and slowly turn around, glaring at him with glowing green eyes. This also revealed her massive round belly, which hung down almost to the floor.
“Well, frick.”
Nicholas began to back away as the ghost advanced on him with heavy, wobbling footsteps. He tried to fire the capture device again, but it sputtered and died. “Shoot. Uh, h-hey there…” His mouth turned up to a nervous smile. “You, uh, eat here often?”
The possessed mink opened her mouth, revealing it to be dripping with ecto-plasm.
“Y-you look lovely, excellent choice in a host body!” Nicholas chuckled as his pupils dilated and he held up his hands in front of him. “Must be pretty filling, eating all that food at once!”
Nicholas backed into a wall, finding himself cornered as the possessed mink continued to advance on him, smashing him against the wall with her giant gut.
If he wasn’t so scared it would have been the best moment of Nicholas’ life.
“O-oh jeez, uh,” he stammered as he sank into the mink gal’s belly flab. “N-nice belly you got here. I-I could spend all day rubbing it!” Nick let out a fake laugh, having absolutely no idea what he was doing or saying at this point.
The mink leaned over so her face was only a foot away from Nicholas’. She opened her mouth, a bit of ecto-plasm dripping out and landing on his snout. He clenched his eyes shut and waited to be devoured.
“Is that an offer?”
Nicholas’ eyes popped back open and he looked up at the ghostly mink. “E-excuse me?”
“The bit about giving me a belly rub. Was that an offer?” the ghost asked.
Nicholas’s frown deepen as he tilted his head slightly. “Uh… are you interested in taking me up on it?”
“Very,” the ghost replied. “The ecto-plasm helps soothe stomach aches to an extent, but I’m getting to the point where it’s not helping.”
The mink backed away, un-plastering Nicholas from the wall. He stumbled before regaining his balance.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” the ghost asked.
“Uh, right, right,” Nicholas stated, not entire sure what was happening anymore. He reached out with both hands and planted them on the mink’s belly, feeling them sink into her warm, flabby flesh. His face flushed and he inhaled sharply at the feeling- he’d hoped one day he’d have the chance to give a large girl a belly rub, but this was far from the scenario he was expecting.
Slowly me began to move his hands around, feeling her flab squish and mold ho his appendages. The mink smiled. “Mmmm-mmm. That’s perfect.”
Nicholas chuckled nervously as he continued rubbing, becoming completely entranced by the rolling flab in front of him.
“So, are you supposed to be some kind of ghostbuster?”
The mouse boy snapped back to attention. “Huh? Oh, uh yeah.”
The mink scoffed. “Well, you’re not very good at it.”
Nicholas sighed. “I haven’t exactly had a lot of business, so funds for my equipment have been… lacking.”
“You can’t catch a ghost because your stuff sucks, and your stuff sucks because you can’t catch a ghost.” The mink laughed. “That’s irony if I ever heard it.”
“Something like that, yeah.” He sighed. “Honestly, I’m more into studying the paranormal than trying to bag and tag it.”
The mink sighed. “Well maybe if you just ASKED a ghost some questions instead of trying to trap them in a tin can-”
Nicholas looked up at her. “That’s what I’m TRYING to do! Sort of. I only started the ghost-hunting business so that people would call me when they found a ghost instead of me having to track them down myself. The whole ‘trapping’ thing is just to get some cash.”
The mink considered this. “Okay, tell you what- this vessel’s about filled to her max. How about if I pretend to be captured by you. I’ll let you ask me whatever questions you want, then you let me go.”
Nicholas’ eyes widened. “For real?”
“If you’re serious about this whole thing, yeah. And honestly there are some pretty nasty ghosts out there I’d like to see locked away, so I wouldn’t be offended if you continued the ghost-hunting thing.”
“Great!” Nicholas smiled. “But if we’re going to do this now’s the time- people will start to get suspicious if I’m in here too long.”
“Right, right. Just make sure you don’t double-cross me or else...” She licked her lips with a tongue coated in ecto-plasm. The ghost suddenly popped out of the mink, revealing her to be a tubby green glob. She waved at Nicholas before entering his ghost-trapper.
The mink groaned and rubbed her head. She tried to say something, accidentally spitting some ecto-plasm onto Nicholas’ face.
“Uh, ma’am, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’ve been possessed by a ghost that made you eat a month’s worth of food.”
The mink looked down at herself, startled by the sheer size.
“Don’t panic, uh, we can fix this,” Nicholas stated. “Let’s just go outside to show everyone that you’re ok and the ghost has been caught.”
The mink gal followed Nicholas to the door, but found that she was now twice as wide as it.
“Oh boy,” Nicholas sighed. “This may take awhile…”
Just a little story I made on a whim based on a scenario idea.
Note: rated 'mature' for brief sexual jokes, otherwise nothing explicit
That made Sunil lower his catalogue. He was greeted with the sight of his girlfriend's tail lifted up to show her massive gray rump, almost completely bare save for the thin orange panties digging into her cheeks.
Pepper had always been a junk food junkie, focusing her attention on the likes of candy bars, chocolate and cookies. When she moved out of her parent's house she started living on her own she ate these items almost exclusively, so it was no surprise when she started bloating up. What WAS a bit of a surprise was when ? of her weight went straight to her legs. The result was a 530 pound, pear-shaped skunk with a massive, sagging, cellulite covered ass and hips wide enough to get stuck in a double-doorway. Sure, her saggina pron belly and melon breasts were impressive, but despite being 200 pounds lighter than her friend Penny Ling she had managed to accumulate more junk in her trunk than the portly panda.
Sunil considered Pepper's words as he eyed her massive, dimpled buttcheeks, which seemed to almost glow. Seeing this, she wiggled her hips, causing her aft to wobble like two furry sacks of jello in an earthquake.
"Is that an offer?" the mongoose said slowly.
"What else would it be?" Pepper beamed, craning her neck around to view the thing blue boy while still giving HIM a view. "Go ahead, give 'em a big, hearty smack!"
Sunil bit his lip as Pepper continued to tease him by wiggling and jiggling her rump. He suspected that she had an ulterior motive, but the more he studied the lumpy surface of the sagging globs of flesh the less he could resist.
"C'mon! I know you want too~"
"W-well, I mean... alright." Sunil placed his catalogue down on the table and walked over to Pepper, who bent over slightly in order to stick her backside out as much as possible.
Face redding and resisting a smile, Sunil raised his right hand and flattened out his fingers. Drawing back, he chose the perfect spot- the bulging blob of furry fat at the bottom of her right cheek.
He swung his arm around with an impressive amount of force for how much of a toothpick the limb was. His flattened palm connected with the plush padding of Pepper's rump, emitting a loud, satisfying SMACK. His hand sunk so far into her flab it almost vanished entirely (he made a note to investigate using this for a magic show), the act also causing waves of motion that rippled through the rest of her packed posterior. This tidal wave of motion made her earlier show of jiggling looks like a single drop of water falling into a full bathtub.
"Ohhhhhohoh, yeaaaahhhh~" Pepper moaned, causing Sunil to blush even more. "That's what I'm talkin' about~"
Sunil was also very pleased with the outcome. He gave her butt a tight squeeze with his hand that was still planted on it before pulling it back.
Or at least, he TRIED to pull it back. When he did, he found that Pepper's fleshy rear decided to come along with it, bulging outwards so that it still remained pressed against his palm. "What the-?"
Pepper stifled a laugh as she felt Sunil's efforts to remove his hand from her ass, to no avail.
"Pepper, what is going on here?!" the mongoose demanded, trying to wiggle his hand off of her flesh but only succeeding to jiggle her flesh even more.
Finally the flabby skunk couldn't hold it back anymore and, with a snort, burst out laughing.
"Pepper, what did you do?!" Sunil demanded.
"I covered my butt in glue!" she explained before resuming her uproarious laughter.
"Glue?!" the mongoose exclaimed, suddenly realizing that the 'glow' her rump had been giving off was really just light reflecting off the sticky substance.
"Yeah glue. Y'know, sticky stuff made to stick stuff together... stickily?"
"I KNOW what glue is, Pepper," Sunil huffed. "What I DON'T know is why you decided to smear it all over your backside and then coerce me into making contact with it!"
"Because I knew you would! And it's funny!"
Sunil's mouth dropped open. He was expecting that if Pepper had a trick up her sleeve it would be something popping out and scaring him, but nothing like THIS. "Well, how do you propose we get UN-stuck?!"
"I dunno!" Pepper snickered. "Guess you're stuck with your hand on my butt for awhile!"
Sunil fell silent as took a moment to weigh the positives and negatives of the current situation.
"Wait, why am I even considering this?" he realized. "Pepper, un-stick us NOW."
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on that one. Or rather, pASS!"
"...what?"
"Pass. As in 'ass'. As in mine."
"Oh. It was hard to hear you putting emphasis on one part of the word when it has only one syllable to begin with."
"Okay, yeah, fair point."
Sunil nodded and tried to pull his hand away, only to be reminded that he was still stuck. "Oh, right." A thought occurred to him. "Wait, did you smear glue over the entirety of your backside?"
"Well, duh," Pepper chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You're the psychic, not me- I didn't know EXACTLY what part of my butt you'd slap, so I put glue over the whole thing."
"...then how do you expect to sit down without also sticking your sticky rear to the couch?"
Pepper's laugh slowly died off and her smile dropped as she considered this.
"...aw damn."
"That's what I thought," Sunil sighed.
"Hm, I wonder if this stuff is water-solid or whatever," Pepper stated as she began to move in search for the glue bottle, seeming to forget that Sunil was still stuck to her. The mongoose almost fell forward, catching himself before his face could join in his hand's fate.
Spying the glue bottle, Pepper grabbed it off the counter and examined the back of the label. "Hmmm... yup, there it is. Water-solu... solab... solulu..."
"Soluble."
"Yeah, that. So a quick shower should fix this. Then it's back to kickin' it on the cushions... might also sit on the couch cushions while I'm at it," she laughed.
"Wait, how do you propose you take a shower with me still attached to your backside?" Sunil wondered.
"Guess you'll just have to join me. Lucky you!" the flabby skunk beamed as she made her way to the bathroom
"W-w-what?!" Sunil's face flushed red as he tried to pull back, but the sheer momentum of Pepper's massive body moving forward negated his attempts. "Surely you can't be serious!"
"Sure, why not?" Pepper squeezed herself into the bathroom, doing so quickly so her glue-y hips wouldn't stick to the doorway. "You see me naked all the time."
"Being in your underwear isn't considered naked!" Sunil countered.
Pepper shrugged as reached back and unhooked her bra, causing Sunil's face to flush even more red. "Eh, close enough." She then tried to peel her panties off careful not to let them touch the sticky surface, only for the strap to bump into Sunil's arm. "Oh, right. Darn."
"You really didn't think this through at all, did you?"
"I literally saw the glue bottle, got the idea, poured the glue on my bum, then went over to you."
"Ah."
"Here, wait, I got an idea." Pepper attempted to lift up her right leg and allow the front of her panty strap to stretch around it. Her thighs and calves mashed into eachother, limiting how far her knee could bend, but she still managed to slip the garment over her thick limb. Now it was just hangin around Sunil's arm. "Okay, now loop this over your head so it goes around your body."
"You can't be serious."
"Her, if I can get these things over my hell of a badonkadonk then you can get it around your toothpick body."
Sunil sighed before complying, taking the panty strap and lifting it over his head, then letting go. It fell to the floor around his feet, allowing him to step out of it.
"Oh, hey, it actually worked," Sunil stated, mildly surprised. "Wait, how and I going to get my shirt off?"
"Seeing how I couldn't even BEGIN to fit through your tiny armhole I'd say you either have to cut it or just shower with it."
"...fantastic."
"You can still take your pants off though."
"P-pepper!"
"Whaaaaaaat? You wanna shower fully clothed?"
The mongoose sighed as he reached down with his free hand and slipped his shorts off, followed by his boxers.
"Woooo, take it OFF!" Pepper exclaimed.
"Y-you can't even see me!"
"I can in the mirror."
Sunil's eyes darted to the mirror, where he could see Pepper getting a clear view of his only-half clothed form. "Oh. Lovely."
"Don't be such a pussy," Pepper laughed as she reached into the bathtub and started the water.
"Please don't say dirty things that remind me that we're naked..."
"Woah, not what I meant at all!" Pepper laughed. "Sounds like you REALLY need a shower your dirty boy!"
The mongoose's face flushed red again as he looked to the ground with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.
"Alright, in we go!" Pepper stepped into the shower, taking Sunil with her. She had to be careful not to smash her wide hips against the wall and get them stuck- which was difficult considering she normally showered with at least half of her rump against the side of the shower so she would actually fit.
"Brace yourself!" Pepper stated as she turned the water on full throttle, drenching them instantly and soaking Sunil's shirt with icy cold water.
"HOLY MOLEY!" the tiny mongoose exclaimed, shivering.
"Hey, that's offensive to moles!"
"Pepper, w-why d-did you make the water so c-cold?!"
"I like cold! You get warm easily when you have this much body mass."
"C-could you p-please turn it a b-bit warmer?!"
"Alright, fine," the wide skunk sighed as she adjusted the knob. The water warmed up, allowing Sunil to relax...
Until he found himself smashed between the wall and Pepper's rear. "W-what?!"
"HA!" Pepper laughed, wiggling her hips in order to further mash him against the tiled wall. "C'moooon, you know you like it~"
"While I am not going to deny that I am getting some enjoyment out of this I do think it is highly inappropriate given the situation!"
Pepper backed off (or rather, 'forwarded off'). "What situation?"
Sunil help up his hand and pointed at her. "You know what I mean! The fact that my hand is stuck to your..." he looked down at his hand, which was no longer attached to her bum. "Oh!"
"Yeah, it unstuck when I drenched us with cold water," Pepper snickered.
"Well in that case, I suppose our business here is through," Sunil stated as he began to exit the shower.
"Aw, c'mon, things were just starting to get interesting," the wide skunk called after him.
"Sorry Pepper, but although I never thought it'd be possible I;ve had enough of your ass for the time being."
"But all this time you've only been touching one cheek- there's still plenty more to-"
She was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door closing.
"Spoilsport," she muttered as she turned the water off and began to dry herself- a process which took no short amount of time given her body mass. She re-applied her undergarments and exited the bathroom, emitting a satisfied sigh as the cool air washed over her.
Suddenly feeling hungry she made her way over to the kitchen, opening the cupboard doors and withdrawing an armful of 'snack' items such as a box of cookies, two boxes of snack cakes, and a large bag of candy. She didn't even wait to sit down before starting to chow down on her haul.
Entering the living room she found Sunil sitting back on the couch reading his catalogue, sporting the same shorts as earlier but wearing a new shirt. A mischievous grin spread across Pepper's snout as she waddled over to the couch and plopped her wide ass down on him.
"MMMPPH!" Sunil exclaimed, getting a face-full of back fat before turning his head to the side. So he could get some air. "Seriously, Pepper?!"
"Hey, you walked out on me earlier, so now you get to be my chair as I eat!" the fatty skunk replied, continuing to eat away at her armful of goodies and wiggling her hips to get comfortable. "Besides, we both know you like it, yah cute little goofball~"
Sunil struggled for a moment before giving up with a sigh. "Love you, too."
"What was that?"
"Uh, I said 'no more glue'."
"Yeah, agreed."
A large tanker truck drove down an empty street on the outskirts of Megatropolis City. It was the dead of night, the only light coming from the truck’s headlights and the occasional streetlight. During the brief moments when the truck was illuminated a large toxic waste symbol could be seen on the tanker.
“How much longer?” the passenger asked. She was a slim female dog in her early 30’s.
“Just a few more miles,” the driver promised. She was a muscular lioness who looked to be in her mid to late forties.
“Good. I’m tired of seeing nothing but road,” the passenger replied.
The driver chuckled. “Kid, if you want to make it in this business, you have to- what the heck?!” She suddenly slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle lurching to a stop.
Parked sideways across the road was a beat-up SUV covered in plates of metal.
“Are you serious?” the driver groaned as she picked up her radio. “This is travel unit 4 en-route to Megatropolis City waste disposal plant, I have a large SUV covered in what appears to be makeshift armor blocking the road about three miles outside of the city, over.”
The only sound that came from the radio was static.
“Control, do you copy?” Still more static. “Anyone?” Nothing.
“The signal’s being blocked,” the passenger concluded.
The lioness’ eyes narrowed. “I don’t like this. Come on, let’s investigate that vehicle.”
The dog nodded as she unbuckled her seat belt and slid out of the truck. As she closed the door she heard a sound in the bushes. Whipping out her flashlight, she switched in on. “Hello? Who’s there?” She waved the light beam back and forth until she saw something move suddenly.
The Lioness, who had just gotten out of the truck herself, heard her co-worker shriek. “Margret!” she exclaimed, taking out her flashlight and running to the other side of the semi truck cab. She found her workmate lying on her back, her body fattened up to about five times her normal size and bursting out of her outfit. “Margret? What the heck happened to you?!”
“Hey, kitty-cat!”
The lioness turned to face the voice. She saw a very fat female grizzly bear wearing an ill-fitting shirt that exposed most of her midsection, as well as a jacket and jeans. Tattooed on the left side of her belly was a large, bright blue star. Two smaller stars could be seen on her chubby cheeks. In her hand was some kind of nozzle that was attached by a hose to a large tank strapped to her back.
“Open wide!” The obese grizzly girl pulled the trigger, causing the nozzle to spew a stream of a grayish liquid at the lioness. The liquid slipped into her gaping mouth, tasting like hamburger grease, and slid down her throat. The instant the substance hit her stomach, the lioness could feel her body rapidly bloating up like a balloon and bursting out of her uniform.
The grizzly released the trigger, ending the grease stream and leaving a 600-pound lioness clothes in the shredded remains of her outfit. Not used to being so heavy, she fell over backwards and ended up slumped against her truck.
Slowly the grizzly girl walked over to her and knelt down, poking her belly with her empty hand. “On the bright side, you look a lot better this way,” she laughed. “Hannahbelle, help me move these two away from the truck!”
Another large bear lady, the same height and weight as the other but a polar bear, emerged from the bushes. She seemed to have a Goth styling to her, judging by her primarily black and purple clothing and hair colors, heavy purple eye shadow, belly button piercing, and spiked neck and wristbands. Much like her friend she had tattoos on her belly and cheeks, only hers were of purple hearts.
Together the two overweight bears dragged the now even more overweight truck driver off of the street.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure someone will be by looking for you… eventually,” the Goth polar bear stated with a smirk as she turned to her ally. “You got the tanker, Mikayla?”
The grizzly girl nodded. “On it!” She made her way to the semi truck, which was still running, opened the door and climbed in, making sure to slide the tank/nozzle device off of her back and place it on the passenger seat. Since she was so much bigger than the driver- rather, than the driver had been minutes ago- it was a tight squeeze. Even with everything adjusted as far apart as possible her fat belly still rubbed against the bottom of the steering wheel. Realizing this was as good as she was going to get, she opened the window and leaned her head out. “Ready when you are, sis!”
Hannahbelle nodded as she boarded the SUV, which had been modified to fit their large bodies comfortably. Starting it up, she made a hard right to align it with the road. The two vehicles the disappeared into the night, leaving two very confused and very fat workers behind.
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“Well Ms. Arctan, your resume checks out and you seem to have a good skillset for the job.”
A bulky gorilla wearing a blue polo shirt and cargo pants sat behind a desk, examining a sheet of paper in his hand. Across the top of it was the name ‘Phoebe Arctan’. Across from him a rather pudgy penguin girl was sitting in a chair. She had traditional penguin black and white fur, the only splashes of color being the yellow fur on her neck, her orange beak and feet, and the light blue tips of her hair.
“Thank you sir,” she replied.
The gorilla manager nodded. “Now, I just have one more question, and forgive me if it may be a bit intrusive…
“Yes, I would absolutely be happy to work with the frozen food,” Phoebe answered.
“Fantastic! But that was not what I was going to ask.” He pointed to the top of her head. “Here at Mega-Mart we have a corporate policy where employees cannot have their hair dyed. Are those highlights natural?”
Phoebe sighed. “That’s kind of a difficult thing to say, sir. It’s not hair dye, but it’s also not natural. It was caused by… an outside force, but it’s permanent now.”
The manager nodded. “I see. Well, that is all the information I need.” He extended a large hand across the desk. “Ms. Arctan, you’re hired.”
Phoebe smiled and accepted the gesture. “Thank you, sir!”
“The earliest we can have you start is next Tuesday,” he explained. “Your training with start at 9 am sharp.”
Later, Phoebe confidently walked down one of the many busy city sidewalks on the way back to her apartment. She was on top of the world (ironic considering she moved from Antarctica) and nothing could ruin her day!
The sound of screams and cars crashing caught her attention. A giant male rhinoceros was smashing his way through the traffic, plowing into cars and leaving them crumpled heaps of metal.
“Time for Icepeck to make her debut,” Phoebe muttered to herself as she disappeared into an alleyway. Once out of sight she reached into her pocket and pulled out two items- ski goggles and a folded up wetsuit. Quickly she unfolded the wetsuit and slipped it on- or at least, she tried to. She pulled it over he legs with little trouble, but when it got to her hips and midsection it got a bit more difficult.
“I either need to lay off the fish cakes or get a bigger suit,” she muttered as she stretched the suit enough to get it past her pudgy belly. “And no way I’m giving up fish cakes…”
One she finally got the suit on, she strapped the goggles onto her face. She then brought her hands together and focused- a tiara made of ice form in her hands, which she used to push her hair back.
‘Icepeck’ hurried out of the alleyway to see the rhino still on a rampage. She leapt onto a destroyed car for a better vantage point, the activated her ice powers and shot a stream of cold onto the street. Ice began to form under the rhino’s feet, causing him to slip and fall.
“Hey buddy, mind telling me why you’re tearing up the streets in the middle of the afternoon?” Icepeck asked, resting her hands on her hips.
The rhino punched at the ground, causing the ice- and quite a bit of the concrete- to shatter. “My name is Boulder-Dash, and I smash things!” he roared.
“Oh, is that all?” Icepeck chuckled. “You don’t have any sort of motivation for doing that?”
Boulder-Dash tilted his head. “Modi-what? You trying to confuse me with big words?!”
“No, no, no!” Icepeck waved her arms. “I just want to know why you’re smashing stuff!”
“Because I can smash things!” With a roar he punched another car, casing it to practically fold in half.
“But why do you have to use your strength to destroy peoples’ things?” Icepeck asked. “I’m sure you could use your strength for something good!”
Boulder-Dash snarled. “What kind of something good?”
“Well, instead of smashing new cars you could smash old broken ones! Or old oil barrels! Or heck, you could even knock down old buildings! You could get paid, and as long as you followed the rules, nobody would stop you!”
The giant rhino considered this. “Paid? And nobody stops me? Hm, that sounds-”
“HEEE-YAH!” A brown object suddenly flew through the air and collided with Boulder-Dash, sending him into a pile of broken cars.
The brown object landed- it was a female kangaroo. She was clad in shorts that did little to cover her very large and flabby legs, which were still jiggling from the impact. Her torso was even less covered, as she appeared to be wearing only a bra. This left her large round belly and even much of her sizable breasts exposed, and they too were still shaking from her attack. One of her purple eyes was covered by her dark brown hair, which was topped with a light tan hat.
Icepeck, however, was focused on one particular part of her- or rather, two. The kangaroo’s back was to her, giving the penguin a clear view of her large, round, sagging, and also still jiggling rump that her shorts did little to cover.
The penguin’s face reddened behind her goggles. “Oh my…”
“Don’t worry, mate, I got this!” she shouted back to Icepack in a predictably thick Australian accent before leaping towards Boulder-Dash.
Since object of her focus moved, Icepeck snapped out of her trance. “Huh? Oh, right, the rhino guy.” Realization struck her. “Hey, I was about to talk him down!”
“Darlin’, I’ve faced Bouldy here a dozen or so times since I moved to this city,” the kangaroo shouted back. “There’s no reasoning with him.”
Icepeck slid over on a long pack if ice she generated. “You’ve tried?”
The kangaroo hesitated. “Well, I mean… not really…”
Well that’s not going to help anything, Icepeck thought. “I’d be really mad at you if you didn’t have such a great butt.”
The kangaroo whipped around to face Icepeck. “Say what now?!”
Now it was Icepeck’s turn to hesitate. “I did the thing where I mixed up the ‘say out loud’ and ‘say in my head’ things, didn’t I?”
Boulder-Dash’s fist suddenly flew out of the wreckage, clocking the kangaroo in the back of the head and sending her hurtling through the air and into the side of a smashed car.
Icepeck was equal parts horrified at what had just happened and relieved that the awkward moment had passed. She then saw the rest of Boulder-Dash emerge form the car.
“Stupid kangaroo,” he muttered as she brushed a mangled car door off his shoulder. He turned to Icepeck and noticed her stare. “Hey, she hit me first. Plus you’re wrong- her ass isn’t great. It’s all lumpy and ugly.”
“You’re just jealous because you don’t have half the butt she does,” Icepeck retorted. “Actually it doesn’t look like you have even a quarter of the butt she does.”
“Shut up, my butt is fine!” Boulder-Dash roared as he lunged for Icepeck. The chubby penguin merely responded by raising her right hand and sending a blast of cold at him, completely encasing him in ice. She then turned around and ran to the kangaroo girl.
“Hey, are you alright?” Icepeck asked her. “Can you move? And more importantly do you remember what happened right before he punched you?”
The kangaroo groaned as she brought a hand to her head. “I’ll be fine. I’m really sore, though. I might need someone to, say, rub my butt,” she said with a cheeky grin.
Dang it, Icepeck thought as her face flushed completely red. “Uh, are you joking or is that an actual offer?”
The sounds of ice cracking drew their attention back to Boulder-Dash, who was slowly breaking out of his cold prison.
“I got this,” the kangaroo girl stated as she stood up on her large feet and walked over to the ice-encased villain.
Boulder-Dash suddenly broke free, the ice around him completely shattering. “Stupid heroes! You cannot stop-”
The kangaroo squatted and sprang upwards, then lashed out with one of her massive feet. Icepeck was sure she saw a visible energy wave ripple through the air as her foot connected with the villain’s face and sent him flying back yet again.
The kangaroo landed, placing her hands on her wide hips triumphantly. Noticing Icepeck’s eyes still trained on her, she wiggled her hips, causing her rump to shake.
The super-penguin exhaled slowly.
“Please tell me you’re in the market for a partner.”
Part 1 of Becky’s introduction to my character canon. I’m not sure how long this story will be, but like the last one I’ll be splitting it into 3-page segments.
Zarah was not normally what one would refer to as a neat freak. While she did try to keep her dorm at least presentable to create a pleasant atmosphere, she didn’t go overboard with cleanliness. Even if she wanted to, her size would have greatly inhibited her efforts, as most of the time cleaning requires one to be able to have ones hands interact with surfaces that are beyond one’s belly, hips, rump and chest.
Which was why Dym had to do it for her.
“There, the walls are scrubbed,” the blue meerkat announced. “For the third time…”
“Great!” Zarah stated as she tried to use a feather duster on a tabletop. The tips of the feathers just barely cleared her bulbous gut, meaning she had to squish herself against the table in order to dust its surface. She whipped the dusting tool across the surface, causing the large fat deposits in her upper arms to wobble around wildly. She was clad in a super small t-shirt that didn’t even try to cover her belly, along with a skirt that basically just sat on top of her hips rather than make any attempt to cover them.
She turned her head to get a look at a clock on the wall. “You know, I think there’s just enough time to give the walls a fourth scrubbing!”
An exasperated groan escaped from Dym’s snout. “Zar, I love you and I would do just about anything for you, but this is insanity. We’ve cleaned everything in your entire dorm at least twice and six times at most. Wait, make that seven- I forgot about the stove.”
“Dym, I haven’t seen Becky in years and now she’s going to be my new roommate,” the obese zebra stated. “I don’t want her to think-”
“You don’t want her to think you’re a slob, I know, you’ve told me,” Dym sighed. “Hopefully she has some more furniture. You have such huge open areas you could clean them more efficiently if you draped a towel over your gut and belly-mashed the wall,” the thin meerkat chuckled.
Zarah’s head whirled around to face him. “Do you really think that would work?”
The following moment of silence was soon broken by the slapping sound of Dym’s hand flying into his face. His arm flopped back to his side as he glanced at the wall clock. “Wait a second, we don’t have time to clean things over again- she’ll be here any minute.”
The zebra girl’s eyes widened as they darted back to the clock. “Oh no, I thought it said three ‘til five, not six! That means she’ll be here-”
“Any minute, yes, I just said that.” Dym folded his arms across his small chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry Dym,” Zarah sighed. “I’m just super nervous because-”
A knocking sounds came from the door.
“-she’s here!” Zarah squeaked, her massively obese body wobbling like Jello in an earthquake as she quickly waddled past what little furniture she had and made her way to the door.
Dym glanced around for a place to put the spray bottle and rag he had been using before subtly tossing them behind the couch.
Zarah came to the door and stopped. She took a deep breath, then let it out before reaching for the knob and opening the door. “Becky!”
Dym looked past Zarah’s massive form, his crazy ‘BBW Analyzing Skills’ as he called them, kicking in. Standing in the doorway was a six-foot-ten giraffe girl. She was clad in a blue shirt with white stripes around the edges of the sleeves and collar, as well as a pair of dark blue shorts. Her coloration was what you’d expect from a giraffe- primarily yellow with orange-brown spots and dark brown hair pulled back by a headband. Her face was a much lighter, almost cream-colored yellow that continued down to her torso, which was plainly evident by her large, cellulite-covered belly hanging out of her shirt. She had a thick set of legs on her, which were also dotted with cellulite on what was visible on her thighs. Her hips jutted out an impressive distance, though not near as much as Zarah’s. Despite her girth elsewhere her breasts, while still impressive, looked comparatively small. Her neck was about a foot and a half tall and extremely puffy. Overall, her weight looked to be about 675 pounds.
Just as fat as Zarah said she was, Dym thought happily.
“Zarah!” Becky exclaimed in a high-pitched yet pleasant voice. Becky moved forward to lock arms with Zarah, their bellies mashing against eachother. Dym’s ears folded back slightly at the sight. “It’s so good to finally see you in person again!”
“I know!” Zarah beamed. “How was your trip?”
“It was okay, I guess,” Becky replied, moving one of her hands to her stomach. “I got kinda carsick after we made our first rest stop.”
“Oh no, that’s no fun!” Zarah pouted. “Do you need something to calm your stomach?”
Becky shook her head, causing her pudgy neck to wobble. “Nah, I’m fine now. I was kind of surprised, though- I only ate ten hamburgers and four large fries. It was pretty much just a light snack.”
Dym’s smile widened. She also eats as much as Zarah said.
Zarah then seemed to notice they were still standing in the doorway. “Well, don’t just stand there, come in, come in!” The zebra backed away to clear the door as Becky reached behind herself to grab a pair of suitcases before entering.
One inside she looked around. “Nice place! Very clean!”
“Nice of you to notice,” Dym stated, giving Zarah a smirk.
“Becky, this is Dym,” Zarah introduced him. “Dym, my childhood friend, Becky.”
Dym held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, miss.”
Becky accepted the handshake, her pudgy fingers dwarfing Dym’s slender ones. “Dym Slimmard, it is an honor! Zarah’s told me so much about you!”
“Likewise,” Dym replied, returning his arm to its place at his side. “You two sounded like you had quite the times together when you were young.”
“That we did!” Becky laughed. “Us and Zarah’s cousin Zetha did almost everything together. Watching cartoons, doing eachother’s hair, playing ‘all you can eat buffet’ with real food…”
“No kidding?” Dym asked, folding his arms across his chest again.
“No kidding!” the giraffe girl answered. “We took turns playing the waiter and the customer. Naturally Zarah’s favorite role was the customer, and she was by far the best at it.” She turned to her zebra friend. “Quite the hungry striped butterball you were.”
“She still is, though now she’s more of a butter-boulder,” Dym laughed.
“Indeed she is,” Becky said gleefully. She then reached out her arms and rested her hands on Zarah’s belly, softly squeezing and rubbing her furry fat, causing the zebra’s face to flush red. “You’ve gotten a lot bigger since you left, Zar,” Becky said in a slightly more hushed tone as she continued scooping up handfuls of her friend’s fatty flesh. “I don’t suppose your little friend has had anything to do with that?”
“I, uh, try to help where I can,” Dym said, his own face reddening slightly from the sight.
“Well that’s good,” Becky nodded as she locked eyes with Zarah and lowered her eyelids slightly. “I might just have to join in the fun, for old time’s sake.” She suddenly ceased massaging her friend’s midsection and picked up her suitcases. “Dym, would you be so kind as to put these in my room? I’m going to head out to help my dad unload the rest of my stuff out of his truck.”
“Uh, yeah, sure!” Dym said, suddenly breaking out of his trance.
Becky winked at Zarah before making her way back out the door.
Zarah and Dym stood in silence for some time until Dym spoke.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said she and I had a lot in common!”
Whoops I posted part 1 here but forgot to follow up with the rest so here’s the whole thing
Marissa drummed her pudgy red fingers on the countertop. She glanced at the display box of blind-packed Disney Vinyl figures next to her. Despite the fact that she already had every figure form that particular series in her collection already, the thought entered her mind to tear into one just to see which one it contained. She then tried to rationalize it by saying it could be a rare figure, and if that was the case then she could sell it for another few dollars more. Then again, if it was a common one it would only sell for about half of the normal price.
The BBW red panda let out a sigh and dropped her head onto the countertop. For awhile she just stared at the wooden table, studying the swirls of the wood grain as though there would be an exam on the patterns. Without even looking she reached under the counter and felt around for a small box. Out of it she pulled a single-wrapped snack cake, which she quickly freed from its plastic confines before dooming it to the much more terrible fate of being trapped in her mouth.
Someone else leaned up against the counter. Since she hadn’t heard anybody enter the store so she knew who it had to be.
“Well, I just mopped the entirety of the store for the fourth time today,” Lewis stated, folding his arms on the counter and resting his chin on them. “We probably have the cleanest floorboards in the entire city by now.”
“Great. I’ll alert the city records company,” Marissa deadpanned, chewing the mini cake.
Lewis let out a long, slow breath. “Anything else I can do?”
The fat red panda swallowed. “Did you organize all of the Funko Pop figures?”
“Same character in rows, characters from the same franchises next to eachother,” the boy bear reported. “We might need to lower the price on the Age of Ultron Unmasked Captain America figures. I know they’re exclusives but we still have eleven of them left.”
“Well, we only got them a few weeks ago.”
“Yeah, but when we did we got twelve of them.”
“Oh.” Marissa sighed and she popped another snack caked in her mouth. “Then mark them down a few dollars.”
Lewis bolted up. “Finally, something to do!”
Two minutes later…
“And now I’m bored again.”
Marissa swallowed and let out a sharp breath that could almost be considered a chuckle.
“Man, not having any customers is no fun without internet,” Lewis complained.
“Tell me about it.” Marissa sat up. “But what are you complaining about? You’re not allowed to watch Netflix while you work.”
“No, but I DO listen to music online,” he retorted. “Doing nothing is no fun, but it’s even less fun without music and Pandora doesn’t work without an Internet connection. The only other option would be…”
The two looked towards an AM/FM radio sitting on the far end of the counter. Simultaneously, they shuddered.
“No, no. We’re not that desperate,” Lewis said, holding his hands up.
“Well maybe we could listen to the weather and get an idea about when this snowstorm is going to pass,” Marissa suggested, tearing into yet another snack cake.
Lewis laughed. “Given how they predicted this blizzard was just going to be a ‘light snowfall’ I don’t feel inclined to listen to them further.”
The red panda nodded. “Fair enough. The report would probably just be them repeatedly saying people shouldn’t go outside.”
“And that events are cancelled and places are closing,” Lewis added. His ears then perked up. “Hey, that’s a great idea! We should close up early!”
“Lewis, it’s three-thirty. We don’t close until eight.”
“C’mon, Issa, I know you’re dedicated to this place but it’s a comic shop,” Lewis pointed out. “Not exactly an essential thing that people are going to trek through two and a half feet of ice and snow to get to.”
“Fair point, but do you really want to go home in that ice and snow?” Marissa countered.
Lewis tilted his head. “Go home? That’s what you thought I wanted to do? Go out of my way to leave you here without internet all by yourself?” He drew back and put his hands to his chest in mock pain. “That hurts. Like, right here.”
“Oh!” Marissa sat up, swallowing the mushed remains of the cake. “Well, I guess we can close early, just this once.”
“Heck yeah!” Lewis punched the air. “I’ll go hang this on the door,” he stated as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He flattened it out to reveal that ‘Closed due to weather’ was written on it in black marker.
“You… already made a sign?”
Lewis smirked. “I like to come into an argument prepared.” He reached across the counter, his arm brushing against Marissa’s thick, squishy bicep as he retrieved a tape dispenser. Quickly he ran the short distance to the door and taped the paper onto a spot in the window where the snow hadn’t covered it. He then pulled a key out of his pocket and locked the front doors. “Alright, let the fun times commence!”
Marissa chuckled as she struggled to lift her bulbous rump off of her chair. After a few attempts she succeeded before turning around and opening an abnormally wide door. Lewis flicked off a few light switches, sending the store into darkness, lit only by the small amount of light that came in through the windows. He wasted no time slipping by Marissa through the doorway. She followed, shutting the door behind her.
Lewis and Marissa made the short trek through a hallway before coming to Marissa’s living room. She had an impressive setup consisting of large surround sound speakers mounted around the room, a large, plush couch, and a massive TV stand that housed over a dozen different video game consoles.
Marissa plopped down on the couch, her large rump splaying out on the cushions. She reached next to the couch where a wooden box was stationed- opening the top revealed it to be full of every kind of snack food one could think of. Snack cakes, cookies, chocolate bars, assorted candy, chips; it was all there.
Taking out a bag of cookies, she wasted no time in ripping it open and digging in. “So, gaming session or movie marathon?”
Lewis sat down next to her, his own hip rubbing against hers. “Uh… let’s go with a movie marathon of… Pirates of the Caribbean?”
Marissa shrugged. “Works for me!”
The large red panda reached into a side pocket of the wooden container and pulled out a remote. With it she turned on the TV and went to Netflix, locating the first movie. She had them all on DVD, but hey, why get up and mess with that if you don’t have to?
Several hours later…
Lewis yawned and stretched as the end credits to Curse of the Black Pearl began to roll. “You know, as enjoyable as the sequel are, I think we should find a different series to watch now. Since, you know, watching the not so great ones right after the spectacular ones would be kind of boring.”
Marissa nodded and exited the movie, returning them to Netflix’s main menu.
The sudden silence made them aware of the roaring win outside.
“Wow, looks like it’s really picking up,” Marissa stated, looking out a window.
“Oh, no! The storm is getting worse! I may not make it home safely! I might have to stay the night! What a tragedy!” Lewis exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.
“Do you mean that in a sarcastic ‘act like it’s a problem but it really isn’t’ way or a ‘this could be a legitimate problem’ way?”
“A bit of both. The ‘staying here being a problem’ was sarcasm, but I was serious about the storm getting worse. Trying to get home at this point will only lead to be becoming a bear-cicle.”
The fat red panda laughed. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” She turned to the wooden container and frowned. “Darn, looks like I need to restock.”
Lewis’ ears perked up. “You, uh, need any help?”
“That would be much appreciated, thank you,” Marissa nodded as she heaved herself off of the couch and made her way to an oversized pantry. Lewis followed, his eyes widening as she opened the door.
Inside the pantry was the motherload of non-refrigerated junk food. It looked as though she had just opened a wormhole to a supermarket shelf. Just like how she had Lewis arrange the Funko Pop figures, the food was arranged in rows of the same item, with similar items placed next to eachother. She started taking one of each of the food items and piling them up in her plump arms until they were full. “Okay, that’s all I can carry.”
Lewis nodded and began taking one of each of the items that Marissa hadn’t picked up until his arms were also filled to capacity.
“That should be good for now,” she said, bumping the pantry door shut with her bulbous hip. They two made their way back to the couch, careful not to drop any of the treats they had gathered. “Just put them on the table for now. I’ll sort them out.”
Lewis nodded, setting the treats down on the coffee table in front of the couch while being careful not to let any of them fall over the edge. He peered into the wooden box to see that nearly all of the goodies had been emptied out of it despite it having been full when they had started the movie a mere two and a half hours ago.
As Marissa deposited her own armful of food onto the table and they sat down, a thought occurred to Lewis.
“Hey, Marissa? How much can you eat?”
The portly panda stopped halfway through bringing a cookie to her mouth- which was a rare sight. “What?”
“Well, you eat a lot of food, I just wondered how much you could eat at a time.” Lewis shrugged. “I don’t know, just a thought.”
Marissa blinked slowly as she finished brining the cookie to her mouth. “I… haven’t tallied it up. It’s hard to eat and count I guess.”
The bear nodded as another thought occurred to him. “Hey, I could count for you?”
Marissa’s cookie-chewing slowed. “You’re really wondering about this, aren’t you?”
“I wonder a lot of things.”
“And you really want to count?”
“Sure.”
The fat female furry looked back and forth between her friend and the pile of junk food in a heap on the table, then back to Lewis. “The heck with it, now I’m curious, too. I’ll start eating, you count up the stuff that I’ve already eaten.” She pointed to a trashcan behind the couch that was filled with collapsed boxes of what she had eaten during the movie.
The brown bear beamed as his face flushed slightly red. “I’ll get my clipboard.”
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Everyone who knew Marissa would describe her as being a kind person and a great conversationalist with a vast array of knowledge on a variety of subjects and science fiction brands. (They also might call her ‘really freaking fat’ and ‘someone who should go on a diet’ but really that’s none of their flipping business.) Would most people would not call her, however, was ‘feral’.
If they were witnessing the same sight as Lewis, though, they might be tempted to change their mind on that.
Marissa was absolutely ripping into all of the treats, shredding the plastic packaging away like she was a predator tearing the skin off of its prey to get at the luscious insides. The treats freedom from their plastic wrapping would be short lived, however, as they were immediately sent into her maw and mashed to bits, then cast down her gullet and into her rapidly- filling stomach.
Lewis watched, absolutely transfixed and unable to focus on anything else other than counting how much food Marissa tore into. Even then he was only able to count to fuel his fascination with her bulbous form, which was growing just as rapidly as her midsection.
The red panda paused for a moment to catch her breath. A loud belch escaped from her lips. “Oh, eshcush me,” she said, her cheeks still full of half-crushed cookies and snack cakes. “Oh jeesh, my mouf ish really dry.”
Suddenly snapping to attention as though a spell on him had been broken, Lewis spoke. “I’ll go to the fridge and find you something!” He dashed off with speed that would have made the Flash jealous (and would have caught the attention of Flash’s enemy Zoom). He was suddenly in the kitchen in front of the fridge, which he wasted no time in pulling open and shuffling through. “How about… milk?”
“Nah, don’t want to use it up all at once,” Marissa replied after sending some of the food from her mouth into her gut.
Lewis continued to sift through the very large refrigerator. He pulled out a liter of soda. “Wow, you still have these soda bottles?”
“They’re decaffeinated,” Marissa replied. “Completely useless for getting any energy… but they’d be perfect for this!”
“Say no more!” Lewis stated as he closed the fridge door, four liters of soda already in his arms. With the same superhero speed as earlier he was back in the living room. “Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Coke, or another Mountain Dew?”
“Coke is good for now,” the fat red panda replied.
Lewis gave her the bottle, which she promptly drank a fourth of, to his mild surprise. After she was done she sighed in satisfaction, before letting out another belch, this one much louder than the last.
“Excuse me,” she said with a chuckle. “I guess that’s going to be happening a lot now, isn’t it?”
“If you keep chugging it like that then yeah,” Lewis replied as he took the bottle back from her and set it and the others onto what little space of the table wasn’t taken up by the pile of food.
With that Marissa resumed her devouring of the food pile. Lewis almost forgot to pick up his clipboard and keep counting. The way she was acting was like an animal that had been starved for so long and had stumbled across a feast. And maybe to an extent, Lewis though, that’s exactly what this was. Marissa was a very big girl and had gotten that way from excessive eating, that much he knew. But she had always kept herself in check, and while she definitely over-ate she still managed to set some sort of limit for herself, even if it was far more than the average person could ever eat in a day.
But this was her cutting loose and not bothering to limit herself. She was letting a deeply repressed inner desire to eat everything that she could come to the surface, and probably for the first time in her life. He wondered if, not that she had a taste of stuffing herself like this, she wouldn’t resist the urge to do it more often. He recalled his friend Dym, or more specifically Dym’s friend Zarah. She was a zebra who weighed well over a thousand pounds and as such was absolutely massive. He thought about how she got that way by giving in to this same primal urge to endlessly consume. An image popped into his head of Marissa, bloated to the size of the very couch she was sitting on…
She suddenly stopped eating and spoke. “Hey, you know what…”
The couch creaked as Marissa leaned further back in it. Reaching down she grabbed the lowest point of her shirt she could reach and pulled up. Slowly her large, plump, cream-colored belly was exposed. She took a deep breath, causing her chest to expand, before letting it out.
“Oh, the heck with it.” She then pulled her shirt completely off over her head, leaving her bra as the only thing covering her torso. Even then, a significant amount of her breasts were visible.
It was all Lewis could do to not let the blood rushing from his face burst from his nose.
Marissa giggled. “You look like you never seen a girl take off her shirt before.”
“Not in person,” Lewis answered. “Well, not a wonderful plump one like you, at least.” He shuddered as he wrapped his arms around himself and mumbled something under his breath that sounded like ‘visible ribcage’. When Marissa shot him a confused and concerned glare, he simply stated, “I don’t want to talk about it…”
Realizing that Lewis was on the verge of reliving some sort of deep, dark, repressed memories, Marissa decided to snap him out of it by pushing on the sides of her breasts, causing them to be pressed together. “Well then, it’s an honor to be the first. And you know what? I think you’re the first guy to see me do that.”
Her display seemed to work- as a smile returned to Lewis’ face and his arms reused their normal positions at his sides. “In that case I am deeply delighted.”
A sly look crossed Marissa’s face. “That gives me an idea.”
Lewis leaned closer to her. “Yes?”
“How about if I let you rub my belly while I eat? All you have to do is pay attention enough to keep counting.”
The redness returned to Lewis’ face full force. “You drive a hard bargain, but I think I’ll accept anyway.”
Marissa chuckled. “You sure you don’t want to haggle a bit? I could maybe drop the ‘belly rubs’ part if you ask nicely enough.”
Lewis put up his hands in a defensive gesture. “No, no, your terms are very fair and I happily accept them.” He plopped down onto the couch next to her and leaned against her arm, stretching his own out and resting his hand on her bloated stomach.
Her warm, furry flesh buckled under his touch. His grin increased as he started to stroke her ever-expanding gut, which softly gurgled as it churned away at its meal.
“So, how much bigger do you think you’ll get?” Lewis asked.
Marissa took a moment from her eating to shrug. “Beats me. Not too much larger, probably.
Two hours later…
Lewis, now using both hands, continued to massage Marissa’s belly, which was about twice the size it had been an now took up the entirety of her lap and then some.
Marissa stared down at herself. “Well, how about- BURP!- that?”
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“Ok, I… BELCH! I think that’s all I can do…”
Lewis stared at Marissa in giddy astonishment, if there even is such a thing. The pile of packaged food that had been on the table had been separated into two new piles- a pile of boxes and wrappers lying on the floor next to the couch, and the pile of eaten food in her belly that was so bit it caused her gut to spill over almost the entirely of her legs, acting like a thick pudgy blanked over her body.
“Holy. Freak,” was all Lewis could say as his eyes travelled up and down her bloated form.
“Tell me about it,” the red panda girl chuckled. “Wow. I… I think I need to lay down. Like, on my bed. Help me up?”
Marissa heaved her newly expanded bulk forward, Lewis pushing from behind. After several attempts she was finally able to stand up, the bear offering what little support he could. As she stood up fully a soft ‘plop’ sound could be heard, followed by Marissa feeling a ticking sensation on the underside of her stomach.
“Lewis?”
“Yeah, Issa?”
“What is the bottom of my belly touching?”
“That would be the floor, Issa.”
“I see. This is going to be more difficult than we thought, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps. Though… I have an idea.” He then bent over and wrapped his hands around the sides of her cream-colored belly. Grunting, he lifted the furry flesh off the ground. “Wow, this is heavier than it looks.”
“Try having it strapped around your torso at all times,” Marissa chuckled.
Lewis pondered this a moment before replying. “That sounds kind of hot.”
The stuffed red panda laughed, which turned into a yawn.
“Alright, let’s get you to bed,” Lewis stated as he started slowly directing her around the couch and down a hallway, still holding up her overstuffed gut. It was a short distance to her room, but given her newfound belly bulk she was significantly slower.
Lewis took a moment to get a good look at her. The results of her binge were most obvious in her midsection, but now that she was standing up it showed how much the other parts of her body had also been affected. Her arms had swollen up slightly, meaning they were extra wobbly when she held them out for balance- which was slightly ironic, Lewis noted. Her chest seemed to have gained a bit of girth as well, her breasts now trying to squeeze out of the bra that had fit her just fine when they had started. Not to mention they were bouncing around like basketballs.
When they arrived in her room, Marissa took a minute to wiggle herself out of her shorts. Lewis’ face flushed slightly red as her large rump was exposed to him. He had never seen her ‘undressed backside’ before, but he was pretty sure her butt had bulked up form the feast as well. Her panties looked like pink string wrapped around her hips, digging small crevices into her flesh like artificial love handles. It was a similar story with her legs- he rarely if ever had seen her thighs unclothed, but he could swear they were thicker and her fat rolls where hanging just a bit lower.
With a sigh Marissa flopped backwards onto her bed, causing her body to wobble, especially her belly, which covered most of her torso and legs like a blanket. Lewis slipped onto what little room there was next to her, sniggling against her and stroking his hand along her belly. For a few minutes the only sounds that could be heard were the wind outside, Lewis’ hand running across her furry flesh, and the soft gurgling of her stomach as it worked away at her massive binge.
Finally Marissa spoke. “So, did you get to count up my total number of snacks eaten?”
“Mm-hm,” Lewis nodded.
“And?”
“Two-hundred and seventeen…”
“Oh wow, no wonder I feel so-”
“…boxes.”
“-stuffed?” Marissa finished. “Wait, you mean…”
“You ate two-hundred and seventeen boxes of food,” Lewis stated. “The boxes all have different amounts of snacks in them that would have to be counted more precisely later, but if we figure an average of, say, six, that’s-”
“A lot,” Marissa gulped
“Not to mention all the soda you drank,” Lewis pointed out.
The fat red panda let out a long breath. “Well, that certainly explains why my stomach was touching the floor when we were done.”
The bear chuckled as he gave her gorged gut a pat. “So, you full yet?”
Marissa yawned. “I was full hours ago, honestly.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you stop? I only meant to ask how much you could eat until you were full.”
“Because I really, really like being full.” Marisa wrapped one of her pudgy arms around Lewis, pulling him closer. “And more than that, I really, really like you feeding me and watching me eat and rubbing my belly…”
A smile spread across Lewis’ face. “In that case, we should do this more often. Maybe not to this extent, though. You barely fit behind that cashier counter the way it was.”
“Oh, speaking of which, how long is this storm supposed to last?”
“Um, a few days I think. Why?”
“Good,” Marissa said, closing her eyes. “We’re going to be closed due to weather for the next few days… because I think I’m going to be doing some hibernating.”
Text story under the break, part 2 coming tomorrow
Marissa drummed her pudgy red fingers on the countertop. She glances at the display box of blind-packed Disney Vinyl figures next to her. Despite the fact that she already had every figure form that particular series in her collection already, the thought entered her mind to tear into one just to see which one it contained. She then tried to rationalize it by saying it could be a rare figure, and if that was the case then she could sell it for another few dollars more. Then again, if it was a common one it would only sell for about half of the normal price.
The BBW red panda let out a sigh and dropped her head onto the countertop. For awhile she just stared at the wooden table, studying the swirls of the wood grain as though there would be an exam on the patterns. Without even looking she reached under the counter and felt around for a small box. Out of it she pulled a single-wrapped snack cake, which she quickly freed from its plastic confines before dooming it to the much more terrible fate of being trapped in her mouth.
Someone else leaned up against the counter. Since she hadn’t heard anybody enter the store so she knew who it had to be.
“Well, I just mopped the entirety of the store for the fourth time today,” Lewis stated, folding his arms on the counter and resting his chin on them. “We probably have the cleanest floorboards in the entire city by now.”
“Great. I’ll alert the city records company,” Marissa deadpanned, chewing the mini cake.
Lewis let out a long, slow breath. “Anything else I can do?”
The fat red panda swallowed. “Did you organize all of the Funko Pop figures?”
“Same character in rows, characters from the same franchises next to eachother,” the boy bear reported. “We might need to lower the price on the Age of Ultron Unmasked Captain America figures. I know they’re exclusives but we still have eleven of them left.”
“Well, we only got them a few weeks ago.”
“Yeah, but when we did we got twelve of them.”
“Oh.” Marissa sighed and she popped another snack caked in her mouth. “Then mark them down a few dollars.”
Lewis bolted up. “Finally, something to do!”
Two minutes later…
“And now I’m bored again.”
Marissa swallowed and let out a sharp breath that could almost be considered a chuckle.
“Man, not having any customers is no fun without internet,” Lewis complained.
“Tell me about it.” Marissa sat up. “But what are you complaining about? You’re not allowed to watch Netflix while you work.”
“No, but I DO listen to music online,” he retorted. “Doing nothing is no fun, but it’s even less fun without music and Pandora doesn’t work without an Internet connection. The only other option would be…”
The two looked towards an AM/FM radio sitting on the far end of the counter. Simultaneously, they shuddered.
“No, no. We’re not that desperate,” Lewis said, holding his hands up.
“Well maybe we could listen to the weather and get an idea about when this snowstorm is going to pass,” Marissa suggested, tearing into yet another snack cake.
Lewis laughed. “Given how they predicted this blizzard was just going to be a ‘light snowfall’ I don’t feel inclined to listen to them further.”
The red panda nodded. “Fair enough. The report would probably just be them repeatedly saying people shouldn’t go outside.”
“And that events are cancelled and places are closing,” Lewis added. His ears then perked up. “Hey, that’s a great idea! We should close up early!”
“Lewis, it’s three-thirty. We don’t close until eight.”
“C’mon, Issa, I know you’re dedicated to this place but it’s a comic shop,” Lewis pointed out. “Not exactly an essential thing that people are going to trek through two and a half feet of ice and snow to get to.”
“Fair point, but do you really want to go home in that ice and snow?” Marissa countered.
Lewis tilted his head. “Go home? That’s what you thought I wanted to do? Go out of my way to leave you here without internet all by yourself?” He drew back and put his hands to his chest in mock pain. “That hurts. Like, right here.”
“Oh!” Marissa sat up, swallowing the mushed remains of the cake. “Well, I guess we can close early, just this once.”
“Heck yeah!” Lewis punched the air. “I’ll go hang this on the door,” he stated as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He flattened it out to reveal that ‘Closed due to weather’ was written on it in black marker.
“You… already made a sign?”
Lewis smirked. “I like to come into an argument prepared.” He reached across the counter, his arm brushing against Marissa’s thick, squishy bicep as he retrieved a tape dispenser. Quickly he ran the short distance to the door and taped the paper onto a spot in the window where the snow hadn’t covered it. He then pulled a key out of his pocket and locked the front doors. “Alright, let the fun times commence!”
Marissa chuckled as she struggled to lift her bulbous rump off of her chair. After a few attempts she succeeded before turning around and opening an abnormally wide door. Lewis flicked off a few light switches, sending the store into darkness, lit only by the small amount of light that came in through the windows. He wasted no time slipping by Marissa through the doorway. She followed, shutting the door behind her.
