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Tennis Weight (Tennis Ace Commission)
Yuuichi Michimiya wants to relax after a long day of tennis practice. He's feeling hungry, but when he starts to eat, he certainly wasn't expecting these results!
Anonymous story commission, written by me, and all final edits were made by Debby2c who helped a lot :)
It had been another long tennis practice. Yuuichi Michimiya flopped down on the couch, a cold water bottle in his paw. Drinking deeply, he reflected on his day. He had to work hard if he wanted to be the best tennis player at school. Frequent practice was good, even if it did leave him exhausted at the end of the day. More often than not, he was ravenous, too; drinking a lot of water throughout the day helped, but it could only stave off his hunger for so long before he needed some real food to keep up his energy.
The tan Shiba Inu slowly pushed himself off the couch, wondering what he should make. Despite being a bit tired, he loved cooking, and figured it might relax him to do something familiar and fun. He knew his kitchen was well stocked, as he’d just gone shopping the day before. Heading to the kitchen and flicking on the lights, he decided to take a look at what he had.
He was in luck; all the basics were there. Deciding what to eat, he quickly grabbed some bread and a variety of meats out of the fridge, knowing that a sandwich or two would fill him up. As an athlete, he needed more calories than the average dog, and the relatively large portion was nothing special. All the exercise kept him in shape, his cream-colored tummy flat and firm.
Quickly putting the sandwiches together, the lean Shiba Inu stood next to the counter and ate. He grabbed one of his orange energizer drinks from the fridge as well, planning to replenish his electrolytes. He’d accidentally picked up the wrong brand at the store, but didn’t bother reading the bottle too closely. He didn’t really care how similar the ingredients were as long as it was still his preferred flavor. Throwing his head back, he chugged it down. Water was good for staying hydrated, but this stuff was great for his energy!
Feeling a bit more alert and refreshed, Yuuichi finished off the sandwiches. Before he was even done, though, he realized that he actually felt hungrier than before. It had been a tough day, so it made sense that when his hunger awakened, he’d need more than a few sandwiches to make up for it. His reaction was to go back to the fridge for more sandwiches of course, but even after the next few, he found himself making more and more trips back and forth. It became a pattern of laying the bread, filling it with meat, cheese, and anything else he could get his paws on, and hungrily stuffing it down his throat. It wasn’t long before he realized he’d eaten practically all the bread. He stared down at the bag in surprise, seeing that the deli products had been finished off entirely.
And he was still hungry.
How am I still hungry? He shook his head to himself. Maybe he’d been depriving himself of calories lately without realizing it. Constant tennis practice didn’t leave him with a lot of time for large meals. His body was probably just putting its foot down in terms of how long he could go without one.
Well, since he was still hungry, he realized he’d originally planned on cooking anyway. He’d just been so distracted with the easy motion of pulling cold cuts out of his fridge that he hadn’t thought to start. Grabbing a pot from the cabinet, he quickly combined some pasta and boiling water. He decided to start a sauce in another pan nearby. At first, he planned to make only a little, but felt more and more inclined to add the entire portion of each ingredient. At worst, he’d have leftovers, right?
While the pasta was cooking, he absently went to his pantry for something to hold him over. His stomach was growling ravenously, and he grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf. He immediately noticed a bag of garlic bread right next to it and snagged it on his way out, knowing exactly what to make next. He crunched down on the crackers while preparing it, finishing the box right before sliding the pan into the oven.
Reaching into the empty box, he was suddenly startled out of his stupor. It had been a new box of crackers. How did I manage to eat every last one?
He was distracted by the beep of the stove top timer, prompting him to quickly take off the pasta and sauce. When it was finally sitting in a bowl before him, he pulled a stool up to the counter and sat this time, immediately digging in. Multiple noodles were stabbed on his fork at a time, but he didn’t think twice about the size of each bite, merely shoveling them into his mouth as fast as his jaws allowed. He only paused to get up and grab the garlic bread, which went down his maw twice as fast. He eventually noticed that he was reaching across the counter farther than normal.
When he looked down, a rather sizable food baby had formed beneath his shirt, pushing up against the edge of the counter top somewhat. His eyes widened. He’d definitely never eaten enough for that to happen before. Still, he was very aware of the fact that he was still hungry. What the heck? Even as he sat there gawking at it, it gave a loud rumble, and the scent of the food still before him made his mouth water. His body clearly wasn’t satisfied. He slowly made his way to the fridge, wondering if maybe his body seemed hungrier due to still being deficient in electrolytes or something. Taking a huge swig of the unfamiliar brand again, he brought it back to the counter with him, picking up the fork back up and polishing off his plate.
Almost without really thinking about it, he immediately began scrounging around for more food in his cabinets, this time looking for things that were easy to snack on while making more. He’d abandoned pretty much all restraint at this point, pulling out bags of chips and popcorn to shove in his maw while gathering ingredients for mac and cheese. He knew that he was basically chasing pasta with just more pasta, but the thought of slick cheese sliding down his tongue prompted him to get started. It didn’t take him long at all to whip up the ingredients, considering the stove was already hot, and his constant snacking filled the wait time. He absently put a paw over his belly while his other paw continued to stuff his face, feeling how taut and swollen it was getting beneath his shirt. It was hanging over the waistband of his pants now. The button in particular was digging into the underside. He tried to rub the sore area a bit, realizing suddenly that he’d never had a gut to contend with before. His arm had to bend around it to reach.
After eating the dry snacks, he washed it down with another swig of that energy drink. He devoured the mac and cheese next. Even so, his mind was already on his next meal, the idea of desert in his mind. He rose again from the stool, more ponderously this time, to make his way back to the pantry. He noticed he felt slower than usual, weighed down, and rested one paw on the curve of his belly. As he felt the mass, it almost seemed to be growing softer. He took another few huge gulps of the energy drink, wondering how his body was absorbing the food so quickly. His thighs seemed to brush each other as he walked, stretching the seams of his tennis uniform. The button pressed against the underside of his gut harder than ever. Fortunately, the muscles he’d developed as an athlete helped him complete the walk to his pantry supplies, although he realized he was filling more of the space than usual. He had to be careful reaching for the ingredients, seeing the way his arms had thickened and the fat was drooping slightly when he raised them. Along with the ingredients, he snatched a few boxes of cookies left on the shelf on his way out, planning to have them while baking since he was nowhere near full.
Once the counter was covered in the ingredients of his next big meal, he tore open a box of cookies and munched while he sorted his ingredients into everything he would need to bake a cake. That sounded like the ultimate desert to get him full, and he’d surely have leftovers after. No one could eat an entire cake themselves! Especially with the help of the cookies to eat in the meantime.
Leaning back onto the stool, he heard it creak ominously beneath his weight. He glanced down to see his gut had expanded into a big roll of pudge, overtaking his lap and softening his sides into love handles and rolls. When did that happen? He snuck his paws under the overhang of lard, squeezing it. He could feel it still growing as he digested more food. He shook his head to himself, puzzled, finishing off the rest of the energy drink next to him as he wondered how this was happening. He definitely should have been too full for a cake, but his belly was still growling as if he hadn’t eaten at all. It was clearly not the case, but Yuuichi pushed those thoughts aside to worry about them later. Right now, he had a cake to bake.
He started rapidly shoveling the crunchy cookies into his mouth as he began putting ingredients into the bowl. Reaching across the counter top was a real chore by now, but his gut was still squishy enough to fold against the counter when he leaned forward. At one point, as his pudgy fingers closed around yet another baking utensil, he heard a sharp ping. Riiiip.
He jumped in surprise—at least, as much as could be considered “jumping”, weighed down by layers of heavy lard as he was—as he felt the tight, constricting pressure of his pants suddenly release. His belly suddenly spilled forward, the broken zipper giving way. The seams had split as well, the fat of his legs now hanging over the sides of the stool as they swelled. He finally paused in his eating to take in the situation. Needing to replace my uniform was the last thing I’d expect from having a huge lunch. By now, it was clear the situation was growing—no pun intended—out of control, but he still didn’t understand. The layers of fat on his body were multiplying practically before his eyes, and yet he was hungrier than ever.
He found himself going back to the fridge for another energy drink or two, although now his pace was more akin to a quick waddle. He definitely needed to keep his strength up at this level of growth, or his legs would be tired before long, no matter how well muscled they were. He downed the first drink while standing right in front of the fridge door, his pudge practically touching the shelves when he bent forward. He grabbed another soon after, distracting himself reading the label on his way back to the counter. He quickly finished it off before sitting back down, looking it over as he stuffed his widening paw back into the cookies for more.
New, fattening formula. More energy for more mass!
Yuuichi blinked at the sight of the label. “Huh???” he said out loud. Even as his jaw moved to speak for the first time in a while, he felt the sagging adipose of his second chin wobble. He’d thought that this drink was just a different brand of the same one he normally drank, but had clearly misread. Well, that explained all of the sudden blubber on his body.
It was too late to stop, though, his stomach growling loudly at going a minute without food. He was immediately stuffing more cookies into his mouth before even being really aware of what he was doing, although he found himself groping around the empty box just several pawfuls later. He ripped open another box to snack on as he finally brought himself back to baking. The way he saw it, there wasn’t really much of a choice, since he would just have to wait out the effects of the drink before he’d stop growing.
Pushed away even farther from the counter by now, he knew he had to hurry before he couldn’t reach at all. Fortunately, his experience guided him and he got the pan into the oven before the jiggling fat on his frame could make it any harder. He wasn’t used to this weight, having never been this large before. Making his way around the kitchen, his arms sat slightly higher on the curving rolls of his bloated sides, and even the edges of his shirt were rolled up now, the fabric still clinging together, but spread like a crop top across his moobs to leave his swelling belly on display. Pushing his fingers into the tan fur, he felt how deeply they entered the layers of blubber, the soft adipose giving way. He was fully aware of how wide he was getting, his arms pushed even farther away by the flab gathering beneath them. He had no idea what his shorts even looked like by now, although his gut was sitting low enough that he assumed he looked decent. When he even tried to look down, his pudgy cheeks squished up against the lower half of his vision anyway.
He decided to head back to his stool at the counter to rest and conserve strength while waiting for the cake. It was truly a ponderous ordeal by now, each flabby thigh squeezing past each other and pressing harder against the underside of his gut to move forward. So… heavy… He sighed in relief as he finally sat, his ass immediately bowing over the sides. He thought he was in the clear, except that a moment later, a creaking and cracking sound erupted from the wood beneath him. He yelped as he fell, the stool collapsing right under him. “Oof!”
Lying on the floor a moment to catch his breath, the weight of his belly sat fully over him, rising like a hill that he couldn’t get out of his way. It was difficult to roll over, the lard pulling him down, and when he sat up the rolls bunched up to make it difficult to bend. The layers of padding had prevented him from getting hurt at all, but the effort to get back into a standing position left him panting. I need something stronger than a stool.
Waddling over to the table in the other corner of the kitchen, he grabbed a chair and sat, although the blubber on his frame spilled over the sides of the armrests like a muffin in a tin. It was comfortable to catch his breath, though. Man, this was as much a workout as tennis practice had been.
Before long, watching the timer tick on the stove from across the room, he knew he needed to be on his feet again to take the cake from the oven. When he leaned forward, though, he was surprised to find that he didn’t go anywhere. His constantly softening sides folded over the armrests, the lower half of his sides trapped tightly between them, and his squeezed belly fully covering his lap as a result. He huffed in annoyance. He hadn’t expected this. He tried bracing his paws against the armrests to push himself out, although it took him an extra moment to find each armrest beneath his ballooning blubber. Shoving at the chair, he rocked a few times to gain enough momentum to see if his own weight lurching forward could help pull him out. The chair had obviously been a bad idea. There was nothing for it now, though, as he pushed and squirmed his way toward freedom.
He heard a splintering noise as he finally freed his expanding mass from the chair, his front side dragging him to the floor with newfound growth, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He had to roll and scramble for a moment to once again get back to his feet, his wobbling weight making it harder than ever. Once he was able, he began his slow waddle to the oven, just in time for the oven to beep. Removing the cake was a whole other struggle as he tried keeping his overhanging belly out of the way to lean down and get it, but he eventually managed to get the hot pan to the counter. He pulled the oven mitts off before his paws grew too thick in their confines, and started frosting and icing.
He hadn’t eaten in a while, but had eaten so much before that he was actually still packing on the pounds even as he rushed to finish making the cake. His feet paws were increasingly crushed beneath the weight, the dimples and folds on his thickening thighs bulging over his knees and ankles as his body became heavier. The cake seemed farther and farther away from his grasping paws, his massive gut nearly keeping the counter out of reach. Finishing up with the frosting, he finally, excitedly lifted entire fistfuls of it and dug in, foregoing a fork in order to down it even faster. His hunger was far from sated by the previous binge.
His teeth ripped into the moist confectionery treat like a starving animal, all his hesitation thrown away as he shoveled bite after bite into his maw. The size of his mass resumed increasing at its faster rate, quickly spreading the thousands of calories throughout his body. Despite the haze of his feeding frenzy, it suddenly occurred to him that at this rate of growth, he wouldn’t be able to squeeze back into the pantry for more food before long. At the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t be concerned about such a thing—he certainly didn’t need more food!—but the muddled thought was somehow putting him into a panic as he started thunderously making his way back over. While still holding fistfuls of cake, of course.
Frantically rummaging around the shelves, he was careful not to bang into the sides of the pantry with his thickening arms, although his thickening waistline was certainly doing the job. His love handles folded over and around the lower shelves, and the higher rolls on his sides were already slowly encroaching upon them as he began scrounging up the rest of what food he could immediately eat. There were a couple packs of donuts on a shelf up high he’d missed before but definitely noticed now. He scooped up a few more things as well before trying to turn in the confined space and leave the pantry.
His sides immediately squished up against the interior of the pantry, and he saw that the doorway wasn’t really any wider. He wriggled his ever-expanding mass to push his way out, although his gut was turning into quite the barrier. Sucking in as he passed by the edges of the two doors, he slowly squeeeezed his way to freedom. His entire girth shook and jiggled as he squirmed, but he finally managed to pop out, not even dropping a single one of the snacks in his arms. He was able to balance them all on his shelf of a belly as he made his way to the living room this time. Now that he’d finished the cake, he didn’t have a reason to stay in the kitchen, where the chairs were obviously no longer a viable option for him. He had no idea when he’d stop growing, but could always deal with those problems later. He was pretty sure he couldn’t have done anything about it right now anyway even if he tried.
Yuuichi was surprised by how much space his butt took up on the couch, flattening two of the cushions the moment lowered himself to his seat. His bulky sides now entirely obscured the area of his legs when he sat, although he could feel those growing wider as well beneath all of the blubber packing onto his front. He pushed his paw into it again, taking in just how much deeper it went than before. He could pinch large fistfuls of it, the soft adipose heavy between his pudgy fingers. When he reached for the edges of the lard, only more lard greeted his searching paws. He knew he’d only grow larger and rounder if he continued to eat, but couldn’t stop himself. He hungrily tore open the package of donuts he’d found, transferring the fatty pastries into his jaws one after another. The sticky glaze stuck to his snout as he dove in, making quick work of the first package. He’d expected them to last longer, but gratefully had another package in his paws only a moment later. He tore through that as well, barely aware of the calories he was consuming. One of his paws rested heavily on the pile of pudge he was cultivating, even the weight of his own arm enough to indent the softness spreading across his middle. Beneath him, even the fat of his thighs was catching up, spreading around him as it was pancaked by the rest of his weight.
By the time he’d finished stuffing down the rest of the donuts, he noticed that his rump had slowly widened over the third couch cushion. At this rate, he wondered if he might eventually fill the whole couch. It was a really big couch, but as he looked down at his blubbery pile of body, it seemed to be becoming a real possibility. At least his hunger started to wane, allowing him to finally drop the empty donut boxes. He was so wide that they just bounced off his bare chest, his shirt having ripped to shreds at some point during the frenzy. He’d been so consumed by the binge that he hadn’t even noticed!
As his stomach finally began to gurgle and settle, he massaged his paws into the vastness. He knew that the rest of the calories would become fat soon enough too, and he felt ready to slip into a food coma. Not on the couch, though. He glanced at the doorway to his bedroom, deciding that if he acted fast, he might be able to make it. He wasn’t too big for his bed, was he?
With a sigh at the thought of the arduous task ahead, he leaned forward on the couch, hoping the shift in weight would help pull him forward again. His legs had to spread even wider apart to make room for more belly, although the thickness of his tree-trunk thighs kept them from ever getting away from each other; the idea was laughable. His layers of lard squished up against each other as he finally got into a standing position, his natural stance now making his feet paws spread wide beneath him. On the plus side, it made him more sturdy as he balanced his wobbling, adipose-packed form in the most upright position he could manage.
Slowly shuffling in the direction of his bedroom, he huffed and panted as the overhang of his belly rested in the way of each impossibly-thick thigh. His athletic endurance had certainly reached its limit. Now he needed to put in some real effort, his furry belly leading the way and entering the room before the rest of him. The piles upon piles of pudge gave way softly against the doorframe at first, but pushed into it more firmly the farther he forced his way through.
He could see his bed on the other side of the room. It was so close. Of course, his well-padded sides had other ideas, abruptly stopping his forward motion. He wiggled a little to try sliding farther inside, but his rolls only bounced and wobbled in response. He braced his pudgy paws on either side of the frame, attempting to lever himself through, but even his muscled arms were no match for the sheer amount of poundage he was trying to maneuver through the door. His flabby hips were tightly squeezed, his gut spreading to take up the rest of the space. Not to mention, as his stomach digested the rest of the calories, the fat was still slowly packing onto his frame. His love handles only wedged themselves more firmly into the doorway, filling it, the force of his mass growing until—
Crack
He stumbled through as the wood around the door frame finally splintered from the sheer weight being pressed into them, finally allowing him into his bedroom. Man, I’ll have some expensive repairs to make later. He pushed the thought aside as his bed came into view, exhausted by the whole ordeal. Panting as he shuffled up to the side, he flopped into it with a groan, although the entire metal frame felt like it was bending beneath the extreme weight. He wished he’d thought of that a moment before, but would just have to add it to the list.
His body continued to ripple after the impact, his sides drooping off the edges and pooling around the massive canine. As he tried to catch his breath, he thought about just how huge he’d become. Just a few hours ago, he’d been a slim athlete, only a fraction of his current size: Now, he might as well just plant himself on the other end of the tennis court and let the balls bounce right off him over the net! He’d definitely have to make some changes to accommodate his new body. He certainly wasn’t about to lose a quarter ton—or what was probably closer to a half ton!—overnight.
He sighed, relaxing more deeply into the stressed mattress, feeling it bend slightly more with the shifting movements. He’d probably wake up with it on the floor at this rate. For now, he could only allow his food coma to take over, as he lay there and kneaded the billowing fat around him. It wasn’t a bad feeling. His dome of a gut sat on his middle, rising like a mountain, adipose continuously swelling around him as he was slowly blanketed by the blubber. He was warm beneath its soft heft, layers of lard cradling his body.
He could definitely get used to this.
Anonymous story commission, written by me, and all final edits were made by Debby2c who helped a lot :)
It had been another long tennis practice. Yuuichi Michimiya flopped down on the couch, a cold water bottle in his paw. Drinking deeply, he reflected on his day. He had to work hard if he wanted to be the best tennis player at school. Frequent practice was good, even if it did leave him exhausted at the end of the day. More often than not, he was ravenous, too; drinking a lot of water throughout the day helped, but it could only stave off his hunger for so long before he needed some real food to keep up his energy.
The tan Shiba Inu slowly pushed himself off the couch, wondering what he should make. Despite being a bit tired, he loved cooking, and figured it might relax him to do something familiar and fun. He knew his kitchen was well stocked, as he’d just gone shopping the day before. Heading to the kitchen and flicking on the lights, he decided to take a look at what he had.
He was in luck; all the basics were there. Deciding what to eat, he quickly grabbed some bread and a variety of meats out of the fridge, knowing that a sandwich or two would fill him up. As an athlete, he needed more calories than the average dog, and the relatively large portion was nothing special. All the exercise kept him in shape, his cream-colored tummy flat and firm.
Quickly putting the sandwiches together, the lean Shiba Inu stood next to the counter and ate. He grabbed one of his orange energizer drinks from the fridge as well, planning to replenish his electrolytes. He’d accidentally picked up the wrong brand at the store, but didn’t bother reading the bottle too closely. He didn’t really care how similar the ingredients were as long as it was still his preferred flavor. Throwing his head back, he chugged it down. Water was good for staying hydrated, but this stuff was great for his energy!
Feeling a bit more alert and refreshed, Yuuichi finished off the sandwiches. Before he was even done, though, he realized that he actually felt hungrier than before. It had been a tough day, so it made sense that when his hunger awakened, he’d need more than a few sandwiches to make up for it. His reaction was to go back to the fridge for more sandwiches of course, but even after the next few, he found himself making more and more trips back and forth. It became a pattern of laying the bread, filling it with meat, cheese, and anything else he could get his paws on, and hungrily stuffing it down his throat. It wasn’t long before he realized he’d eaten practically all the bread. He stared down at the bag in surprise, seeing that the deli products had been finished off entirely.
And he was still hungry.
How am I still hungry? He shook his head to himself. Maybe he’d been depriving himself of calories lately without realizing it. Constant tennis practice didn’t leave him with a lot of time for large meals. His body was probably just putting its foot down in terms of how long he could go without one.
Well, since he was still hungry, he realized he’d originally planned on cooking anyway. He’d just been so distracted with the easy motion of pulling cold cuts out of his fridge that he hadn’t thought to start. Grabbing a pot from the cabinet, he quickly combined some pasta and boiling water. He decided to start a sauce in another pan nearby. At first, he planned to make only a little, but felt more and more inclined to add the entire portion of each ingredient. At worst, he’d have leftovers, right?
While the pasta was cooking, he absently went to his pantry for something to hold him over. His stomach was growling ravenously, and he grabbed a box of crackers off the shelf. He immediately noticed a bag of garlic bread right next to it and snagged it on his way out, knowing exactly what to make next. He crunched down on the crackers while preparing it, finishing the box right before sliding the pan into the oven.
Reaching into the empty box, he was suddenly startled out of his stupor. It had been a new box of crackers. How did I manage to eat every last one?
He was distracted by the beep of the stove top timer, prompting him to quickly take off the pasta and sauce. When it was finally sitting in a bowl before him, he pulled a stool up to the counter and sat this time, immediately digging in. Multiple noodles were stabbed on his fork at a time, but he didn’t think twice about the size of each bite, merely shoveling them into his mouth as fast as his jaws allowed. He only paused to get up and grab the garlic bread, which went down his maw twice as fast. He eventually noticed that he was reaching across the counter farther than normal.
When he looked down, a rather sizable food baby had formed beneath his shirt, pushing up against the edge of the counter top somewhat. His eyes widened. He’d definitely never eaten enough for that to happen before. Still, he was very aware of the fact that he was still hungry. What the heck? Even as he sat there gawking at it, it gave a loud rumble, and the scent of the food still before him made his mouth water. His body clearly wasn’t satisfied. He slowly made his way to the fridge, wondering if maybe his body seemed hungrier due to still being deficient in electrolytes or something. Taking a huge swig of the unfamiliar brand again, he brought it back to the counter with him, picking up the fork back up and polishing off his plate.
Almost without really thinking about it, he immediately began scrounging around for more food in his cabinets, this time looking for things that were easy to snack on while making more. He’d abandoned pretty much all restraint at this point, pulling out bags of chips and popcorn to shove in his maw while gathering ingredients for mac and cheese. He knew that he was basically chasing pasta with just more pasta, but the thought of slick cheese sliding down his tongue prompted him to get started. It didn’t take him long at all to whip up the ingredients, considering the stove was already hot, and his constant snacking filled the wait time. He absently put a paw over his belly while his other paw continued to stuff his face, feeling how taut and swollen it was getting beneath his shirt. It was hanging over the waistband of his pants now. The button in particular was digging into the underside. He tried to rub the sore area a bit, realizing suddenly that he’d never had a gut to contend with before. His arm had to bend around it to reach.
After eating the dry snacks, he washed it down with another swig of that energy drink. He devoured the mac and cheese next. Even so, his mind was already on his next meal, the idea of desert in his mind. He rose again from the stool, more ponderously this time, to make his way back to the pantry. He noticed he felt slower than usual, weighed down, and rested one paw on the curve of his belly. As he felt the mass, it almost seemed to be growing softer. He took another few huge gulps of the energy drink, wondering how his body was absorbing the food so quickly. His thighs seemed to brush each other as he walked, stretching the seams of his tennis uniform. The button pressed against the underside of his gut harder than ever. Fortunately, the muscles he’d developed as an athlete helped him complete the walk to his pantry supplies, although he realized he was filling more of the space than usual. He had to be careful reaching for the ingredients, seeing the way his arms had thickened and the fat was drooping slightly when he raised them. Along with the ingredients, he snatched a few boxes of cookies left on the shelf on his way out, planning to have them while baking since he was nowhere near full.
Once the counter was covered in the ingredients of his next big meal, he tore open a box of cookies and munched while he sorted his ingredients into everything he would need to bake a cake. That sounded like the ultimate desert to get him full, and he’d surely have leftovers after. No one could eat an entire cake themselves! Especially with the help of the cookies to eat in the meantime.
Leaning back onto the stool, he heard it creak ominously beneath his weight. He glanced down to see his gut had expanded into a big roll of pudge, overtaking his lap and softening his sides into love handles and rolls. When did that happen? He snuck his paws under the overhang of lard, squeezing it. He could feel it still growing as he digested more food. He shook his head to himself, puzzled, finishing off the rest of the energy drink next to him as he wondered how this was happening. He definitely should have been too full for a cake, but his belly was still growling as if he hadn’t eaten at all. It was clearly not the case, but Yuuichi pushed those thoughts aside to worry about them later. Right now, he had a cake to bake.
He started rapidly shoveling the crunchy cookies into his mouth as he began putting ingredients into the bowl. Reaching across the counter top was a real chore by now, but his gut was still squishy enough to fold against the counter when he leaned forward. At one point, as his pudgy fingers closed around yet another baking utensil, he heard a sharp ping. Riiiip.
He jumped in surprise—at least, as much as could be considered “jumping”, weighed down by layers of heavy lard as he was—as he felt the tight, constricting pressure of his pants suddenly release. His belly suddenly spilled forward, the broken zipper giving way. The seams had split as well, the fat of his legs now hanging over the sides of the stool as they swelled. He finally paused in his eating to take in the situation. Needing to replace my uniform was the last thing I’d expect from having a huge lunch. By now, it was clear the situation was growing—no pun intended—out of control, but he still didn’t understand. The layers of fat on his body were multiplying practically before his eyes, and yet he was hungrier than ever.
He found himself going back to the fridge for another energy drink or two, although now his pace was more akin to a quick waddle. He definitely needed to keep his strength up at this level of growth, or his legs would be tired before long, no matter how well muscled they were. He downed the first drink while standing right in front of the fridge door, his pudge practically touching the shelves when he bent forward. He grabbed another soon after, distracting himself reading the label on his way back to the counter. He quickly finished it off before sitting back down, looking it over as he stuffed his widening paw back into the cookies for more.
New, fattening formula. More energy for more mass!
Yuuichi blinked at the sight of the label. “Huh???” he said out loud. Even as his jaw moved to speak for the first time in a while, he felt the sagging adipose of his second chin wobble. He’d thought that this drink was just a different brand of the same one he normally drank, but had clearly misread. Well, that explained all of the sudden blubber on his body.
It was too late to stop, though, his stomach growling loudly at going a minute without food. He was immediately stuffing more cookies into his mouth before even being really aware of what he was doing, although he found himself groping around the empty box just several pawfuls later. He ripped open another box to snack on as he finally brought himself back to baking. The way he saw it, there wasn’t really much of a choice, since he would just have to wait out the effects of the drink before he’d stop growing.
Pushed away even farther from the counter by now, he knew he had to hurry before he couldn’t reach at all. Fortunately, his experience guided him and he got the pan into the oven before the jiggling fat on his frame could make it any harder. He wasn’t used to this weight, having never been this large before. Making his way around the kitchen, his arms sat slightly higher on the curving rolls of his bloated sides, and even the edges of his shirt were rolled up now, the fabric still clinging together, but spread like a crop top across his moobs to leave his swelling belly on display. Pushing his fingers into the tan fur, he felt how deeply they entered the layers of blubber, the soft adipose giving way. He was fully aware of how wide he was getting, his arms pushed even farther away by the flab gathering beneath them. He had no idea what his shorts even looked like by now, although his gut was sitting low enough that he assumed he looked decent. When he even tried to look down, his pudgy cheeks squished up against the lower half of his vision anyway.
He decided to head back to his stool at the counter to rest and conserve strength while waiting for the cake. It was truly a ponderous ordeal by now, each flabby thigh squeezing past each other and pressing harder against the underside of his gut to move forward. So… heavy… He sighed in relief as he finally sat, his ass immediately bowing over the sides. He thought he was in the clear, except that a moment later, a creaking and cracking sound erupted from the wood beneath him. He yelped as he fell, the stool collapsing right under him. “Oof!”
Lying on the floor a moment to catch his breath, the weight of his belly sat fully over him, rising like a hill that he couldn’t get out of his way. It was difficult to roll over, the lard pulling him down, and when he sat up the rolls bunched up to make it difficult to bend. The layers of padding had prevented him from getting hurt at all, but the effort to get back into a standing position left him panting. I need something stronger than a stool.
Waddling over to the table in the other corner of the kitchen, he grabbed a chair and sat, although the blubber on his frame spilled over the sides of the armrests like a muffin in a tin. It was comfortable to catch his breath, though. Man, this was as much a workout as tennis practice had been.
Before long, watching the timer tick on the stove from across the room, he knew he needed to be on his feet again to take the cake from the oven. When he leaned forward, though, he was surprised to find that he didn’t go anywhere. His constantly softening sides folded over the armrests, the lower half of his sides trapped tightly between them, and his squeezed belly fully covering his lap as a result. He huffed in annoyance. He hadn’t expected this. He tried bracing his paws against the armrests to push himself out, although it took him an extra moment to find each armrest beneath his ballooning blubber. Shoving at the chair, he rocked a few times to gain enough momentum to see if his own weight lurching forward could help pull him out. The chair had obviously been a bad idea. There was nothing for it now, though, as he pushed and squirmed his way toward freedom.
He heard a splintering noise as he finally freed his expanding mass from the chair, his front side dragging him to the floor with newfound growth, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He had to roll and scramble for a moment to once again get back to his feet, his wobbling weight making it harder than ever. Once he was able, he began his slow waddle to the oven, just in time for the oven to beep. Removing the cake was a whole other struggle as he tried keeping his overhanging belly out of the way to lean down and get it, but he eventually managed to get the hot pan to the counter. He pulled the oven mitts off before his paws grew too thick in their confines, and started frosting and icing.
He hadn’t eaten in a while, but had eaten so much before that he was actually still packing on the pounds even as he rushed to finish making the cake. His feet paws were increasingly crushed beneath the weight, the dimples and folds on his thickening thighs bulging over his knees and ankles as his body became heavier. The cake seemed farther and farther away from his grasping paws, his massive gut nearly keeping the counter out of reach. Finishing up with the frosting, he finally, excitedly lifted entire fistfuls of it and dug in, foregoing a fork in order to down it even faster. His hunger was far from sated by the previous binge.
His teeth ripped into the moist confectionery treat like a starving animal, all his hesitation thrown away as he shoveled bite after bite into his maw. The size of his mass resumed increasing at its faster rate, quickly spreading the thousands of calories throughout his body. Despite the haze of his feeding frenzy, it suddenly occurred to him that at this rate of growth, he wouldn’t be able to squeeze back into the pantry for more food before long. At the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t be concerned about such a thing—he certainly didn’t need more food!—but the muddled thought was somehow putting him into a panic as he started thunderously making his way back over. While still holding fistfuls of cake, of course.
Frantically rummaging around the shelves, he was careful not to bang into the sides of the pantry with his thickening arms, although his thickening waistline was certainly doing the job. His love handles folded over and around the lower shelves, and the higher rolls on his sides were already slowly encroaching upon them as he began scrounging up the rest of what food he could immediately eat. There were a couple packs of donuts on a shelf up high he’d missed before but definitely noticed now. He scooped up a few more things as well before trying to turn in the confined space and leave the pantry.
His sides immediately squished up against the interior of the pantry, and he saw that the doorway wasn’t really any wider. He wriggled his ever-expanding mass to push his way out, although his gut was turning into quite the barrier. Sucking in as he passed by the edges of the two doors, he slowly squeeeezed his way to freedom. His entire girth shook and jiggled as he squirmed, but he finally managed to pop out, not even dropping a single one of the snacks in his arms. He was able to balance them all on his shelf of a belly as he made his way to the living room this time. Now that he’d finished the cake, he didn’t have a reason to stay in the kitchen, where the chairs were obviously no longer a viable option for him. He had no idea when he’d stop growing, but could always deal with those problems later. He was pretty sure he couldn’t have done anything about it right now anyway even if he tried.
Yuuichi was surprised by how much space his butt took up on the couch, flattening two of the cushions the moment lowered himself to his seat. His bulky sides now entirely obscured the area of his legs when he sat, although he could feel those growing wider as well beneath all of the blubber packing onto his front. He pushed his paw into it again, taking in just how much deeper it went than before. He could pinch large fistfuls of it, the soft adipose heavy between his pudgy fingers. When he reached for the edges of the lard, only more lard greeted his searching paws. He knew he’d only grow larger and rounder if he continued to eat, but couldn’t stop himself. He hungrily tore open the package of donuts he’d found, transferring the fatty pastries into his jaws one after another. The sticky glaze stuck to his snout as he dove in, making quick work of the first package. He’d expected them to last longer, but gratefully had another package in his paws only a moment later. He tore through that as well, barely aware of the calories he was consuming. One of his paws rested heavily on the pile of pudge he was cultivating, even the weight of his own arm enough to indent the softness spreading across his middle. Beneath him, even the fat of his thighs was catching up, spreading around him as it was pancaked by the rest of his weight.
By the time he’d finished stuffing down the rest of the donuts, he noticed that his rump had slowly widened over the third couch cushion. At this rate, he wondered if he might eventually fill the whole couch. It was a really big couch, but as he looked down at his blubbery pile of body, it seemed to be becoming a real possibility. At least his hunger started to wane, allowing him to finally drop the empty donut boxes. He was so wide that they just bounced off his bare chest, his shirt having ripped to shreds at some point during the frenzy. He’d been so consumed by the binge that he hadn’t even noticed!
As his stomach finally began to gurgle and settle, he massaged his paws into the vastness. He knew that the rest of the calories would become fat soon enough too, and he felt ready to slip into a food coma. Not on the couch, though. He glanced at the doorway to his bedroom, deciding that if he acted fast, he might be able to make it. He wasn’t too big for his bed, was he?
With a sigh at the thought of the arduous task ahead, he leaned forward on the couch, hoping the shift in weight would help pull him forward again. His legs had to spread even wider apart to make room for more belly, although the thickness of his tree-trunk thighs kept them from ever getting away from each other; the idea was laughable. His layers of lard squished up against each other as he finally got into a standing position, his natural stance now making his feet paws spread wide beneath him. On the plus side, it made him more sturdy as he balanced his wobbling, adipose-packed form in the most upright position he could manage.
Slowly shuffling in the direction of his bedroom, he huffed and panted as the overhang of his belly rested in the way of each impossibly-thick thigh. His athletic endurance had certainly reached its limit. Now he needed to put in some real effort, his furry belly leading the way and entering the room before the rest of him. The piles upon piles of pudge gave way softly against the doorframe at first, but pushed into it more firmly the farther he forced his way through.
He could see his bed on the other side of the room. It was so close. Of course, his well-padded sides had other ideas, abruptly stopping his forward motion. He wiggled a little to try sliding farther inside, but his rolls only bounced and wobbled in response. He braced his pudgy paws on either side of the frame, attempting to lever himself through, but even his muscled arms were no match for the sheer amount of poundage he was trying to maneuver through the door. His flabby hips were tightly squeezed, his gut spreading to take up the rest of the space. Not to mention, as his stomach digested the rest of the calories, the fat was still slowly packing onto his frame. His love handles only wedged themselves more firmly into the doorway, filling it, the force of his mass growing until—
Crack
He stumbled through as the wood around the door frame finally splintered from the sheer weight being pressed into them, finally allowing him into his bedroom. Man, I’ll have some expensive repairs to make later. He pushed the thought aside as his bed came into view, exhausted by the whole ordeal. Panting as he shuffled up to the side, he flopped into it with a groan, although the entire metal frame felt like it was bending beneath the extreme weight. He wished he’d thought of that a moment before, but would just have to add it to the list.
His body continued to ripple after the impact, his sides drooping off the edges and pooling around the massive canine. As he tried to catch his breath, he thought about just how huge he’d become. Just a few hours ago, he’d been a slim athlete, only a fraction of his current size: Now, he might as well just plant himself on the other end of the tennis court and let the balls bounce right off him over the net! He’d definitely have to make some changes to accommodate his new body. He certainly wasn’t about to lose a quarter ton—or what was probably closer to a half ton!—overnight.
He sighed, relaxing more deeply into the stressed mattress, feeling it bend slightly more with the shifting movements. He’d probably wake up with it on the floor at this rate. For now, he could only allow his food coma to take over, as he lay there and kneaded the billowing fat around him. It wasn’t a bad feeling. His dome of a gut sat on his middle, rising like a mountain, adipose continuously swelling around him as he was slowly blanketed by the blubber. He was warm beneath its soft heft, layers of lard cradling his body.
He could definitely get used to this.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Canine (Other)
Gender Male
Size 120 x 86px
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