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“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“You drank all the drinks we brought for the meeting…”
“Oh, so I have.”
Commander Beefy had always casually snacked during most of his social interactions, but today he just seemed a bit...off. It wasn’t just during the meeting either, a few hours earlier his employees had noticed he overate during lunch as well. He managed to pack away two entire pizzas in his gut, causing his abdomen to look somewhat bloated.
Now at the meeting, it was even worse. One of the employees had brought three liters of soda for everyone to share while they talked about their business ventures, however, the boss absentmindedly ended up drinking all three as they talked. After one of the employees pointed it out, he simply leaned back and looked at his absolutely engorged belly in shock, cursing himself for being so gluttonous.
He cleared his throat, “Ahem, my apologies, do continue,” he spoke rather bluntly, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal, although his face was showing obvious signs of discomfort and a hint of blush. He leaned forward to listen to the speaker, stomach pressing against his legs slightly. Things went relatively normal for a time, until Beefy spoke up once more. “U-um..alright…” He belched into his fist. “That can conclude our meeting for today..” He groaned, getting up from his seat, his overtaxed belly quivering slightly, before his thin legs decided that they’d had enough and sent him plopping down back in his seat.
As he watched the other aliens in the room leave, his eyes wandered to a table in the middle of the room. Something there smelled absolutely delicious, and as the crowd cleared his eyes spotted a plate full of fresh cookies. Oh he shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn't eat any more. But their scent was so enticing, he was surprised he hadn’t noticed them earlier, unless someone had just placed them…? Were they perhaps a gift for him from a loyal employee?
His stomach protested loudly as he stood up once more, legs wobbling, he made it over to the table and plopped himself down once more. The cookies looked a bit strange compared to the ones he had eaten before, these ones being the same shade of pink as nearly everything else on the ship, with beautiful glimmering scarlet chocolate chips. He drifted his hands over his tummy before grabbing a few of the cookies, stomach groaning irritably.
He shoved them in his mouth, the rich flavour of the cookies pleasing his taste buds. He chuckled to himself from the overwhelming amount of joy he was feeling, noting that he simply had to find out who made these to give them a raise, or perhaps hire them to make some for every meeting. Soon he finished all the cookies, licking his fingers as he wiped off his mouth with his arm.
But then, he started to feel a bit strange. His stomach began gurgling loudly, and he felt sick. He doubled over, clutching his poor tummy, his breathing becoming deep and shallow. His stomach cramping heavily until, strangely enough, it stopped rather suddenly. In fact, he felt much better, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness was even starting to dissipate. He let out a sigh of relief before realizing that something didn’t feel quite right.
“...Oh my…” As he looked down, he realised that the food inside him was being rapidly transformed into fat sticking to his body. His normally flat belly now had a decent amount of pudge to it, and was swelling out more by the second. He blushed and watched until his belly finished piling on the pounds, now looking like a very round and doughy pot belly.
And that wasn’t the only thing about him that had changed either, as he stood up and got himself in front of a mirror, he huffed at his reflection. His hands explored his new body thoroughly, he had soft, chubby cheeks, cuddly arms, flabby thighs, and of course rolls upon rolls of belly fat. His face turned bright red as he grabbed his belly and let go of it, watching it wobble. He pressed his hands against his middle, pushing hard on it, nervously wondering what the others would think of all this. As he opened his matrix, he made an effort to scale his body back to its original size, all to no avail. And so he cried out.
“Beefies, report to the meeting room immediately!”
“What can we do for y-WOAH!?”
As soon as his employees entered the room, they were just as flustered and confused as he was. A few came to his side and curiously poked and prodded at his belly, having never seen or felt anything like it before. “What happened?” One of them asked curiously, grabbing his tummy and squeezing it with one hand. Beefy was quick to shoo his handsy employees away, giggling a bit as quickly found he was somewhat ticklish.
He found himself a bit flustered trying to explain the situation, choking it up to simply being the byproduct of him eating one too many cookies. Of course, no one bought it and assumed it was somehow related to his recent binge, only one alien in the corner smiling to himself about the situation.
“Well,” the commander spoke. “No matter the reason, it seems we may have to postpone our meetings for a while,” he grabbed his gut, shaking it a bit, “while I try and sort this situation out,” he sighed.
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“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“You drank all the drinks we brought for the meeting…”
“Oh, so I have.”
Commander Beefy had always casually snacked during most of his social interactions, but today he just seemed a bit...off. It wasn’t just during the meeting either, a few hours earlier his employees had noticed he overate during lunch as well. He managed to pack away two entire pizzas in his gut, causing his abdomen to look somewhat bloated.
Now at the meeting, it was even worse. One of the employees had brought three liters of soda for everyone to share while they talked about their business ventures, however, the boss absentmindedly ended up drinking all three as they talked. After one of the employees pointed it out, he simply leaned back and looked at his absolutely engorged belly in shock, cursing himself for being so gluttonous.
He cleared his throat, “Ahem, my apologies, do continue,” he spoke rather bluntly, as if it wasn’t that big of a deal, although his face was showing obvious signs of discomfort and a hint of blush. He leaned forward to listen to the speaker, stomach pressing against his legs slightly. Things went relatively normal for a time, until Beefy spoke up once more. “U-um..alright…” He belched into his fist. “That can conclude our meeting for today..” He groaned, getting up from his seat, his overtaxed belly quivering slightly, before his thin legs decided that they’d had enough and sent him plopping down back in his seat.
As he watched the other aliens in the room leave, his eyes wandered to a table in the middle of the room. Something there smelled absolutely delicious, and as the crowd cleared his eyes spotted a plate full of fresh cookies. Oh he shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn't eat any more. But their scent was so enticing, he was surprised he hadn’t noticed them earlier, unless someone had just placed them…? Were they perhaps a gift for him from a loyal employee?
His stomach protested loudly as he stood up once more, legs wobbling, he made it over to the table and plopped himself down once more. The cookies looked a bit strange compared to the ones he had eaten before, these ones being the same shade of pink as nearly everything else on the ship, with beautiful glimmering scarlet chocolate chips. He drifted his hands over his tummy before grabbing a few of the cookies, stomach groaning irritably.
He shoved them in his mouth, the rich flavour of the cookies pleasing his taste buds. He chuckled to himself from the overwhelming amount of joy he was feeling, noting that he simply had to find out who made these to give them a raise, or perhaps hire them to make some for every meeting. Soon he finished all the cookies, licking his fingers as he wiped off his mouth with his arm.
But then, he started to feel a bit strange. His stomach began gurgling loudly, and he felt sick. He doubled over, clutching his poor tummy, his breathing becoming deep and shallow. His stomach cramping heavily until, strangely enough, it stopped rather suddenly. In fact, he felt much better, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness was even starting to dissipate. He let out a sigh of relief before realizing that something didn’t feel quite right.
“...Oh my…” As he looked down, he realised that the food inside him was being rapidly transformed into fat sticking to his body. His normally flat belly now had a decent amount of pudge to it, and was swelling out more by the second. He blushed and watched until his belly finished piling on the pounds, now looking like a very round and doughy pot belly.
And that wasn’t the only thing about him that had changed either, as he stood up and got himself in front of a mirror, he huffed at his reflection. His hands explored his new body thoroughly, he had soft, chubby cheeks, cuddly arms, flabby thighs, and of course rolls upon rolls of belly fat. His face turned bright red as he grabbed his belly and let go of it, watching it wobble. He pressed his hands against his middle, pushing hard on it, nervously wondering what the others would think of all this. As he opened his matrix, he made an effort to scale his body back to its original size, all to no avail. And so he cried out.
“Beefies, report to the meeting room immediately!”
“What can we do for y-WOAH!?”
As soon as his employees entered the room, they were just as flustered and confused as he was. A few came to his side and curiously poked and prodded at his belly, having never seen or felt anything like it before. “What happened?” One of them asked curiously, grabbing his tummy and squeezing it with one hand. Beefy was quick to shoo his handsy employees away, giggling a bit as quickly found he was somewhat ticklish.
He found himself a bit flustered trying to explain the situation, choking it up to simply being the byproduct of him eating one too many cookies. Of course, no one bought it and assumed it was somehow related to his recent binge, only one alien in the corner smiling to himself about the situation.
“Well,” the commander spoke. “No matter the reason, it seems we may have to postpone our meetings for a while,” he grabbed his gut, shaking it a bit, “while I try and sort this situation out,” he sighed.
Uhh,,,, stuffing + rapid wg story I wrote with Commander Beefy from The Fungies because
I like him :>
I like him :>
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Alien (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 50 x 50px
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