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After months of being on tour with his band, Ravenous was glad to finally return home. He spent most of the week laying around the house, catching up on some much needed sleep; the comfort and solitude of his bed was a vast improvement over the cramped tour bus and four other roommates. With his batteries recharged, the thin fox looked forward to some much needed quality time with his friend, Collin. Free of his band responsibilities, he couldn’t wait to close down restaurant after restaurant, the pair of them keeping each other from tipping over after a gluttonous stupor, waddling along to the next feast.
Ravenous sat on his living room sofa listening to music, his legs crossed and anxiously kicking as he waited for Collin’s arrival. The poodle had called him over an hour ago saying he was on his way, and it was not like him to be late for a food outing. Perhaps he had already left someplace on his own and started without him? It pained the fox to think in the months he’s been gone his friend had turned into some type of jerk, knowing full well from their talks earlier in the week how much he had been looking forward to today.
As he reached for his phone on the coffee table to check his texts, a large shadow passed by his living room window. He took off his headphones, the familiar sounds of labored groaning echoed from the walkway leading up to his house. “That fatass,” said Ravenous with a playful grin, “can’t believe he started without me.” He hopped up from his seat and walked to the front door. A part of him was miffed that the poodle had already started gorging himself, but most of all, he was happy to finally see his friend again.
Standing directly in front of the door, the fox could hear a din of loud sloshing on the other side. “Sounds like someone’s had a good time.”
At the knock of the door, Ravenous couldn’t believe what he saw as he opened it. Greeted by a wall of black and gray fur, he only noticed it was his friend by looking up, the poodle’s face partly concealed by his neckfloof and enlarged chest. “Hey, Rav,” said the poodle, “happy to see you again, buddy. Help me in, won’t you?”
Ducking under the doorway, Collin’s upper body entered first; he reached out to Ravenous with his right arm, while his left held onto a curious looking plastic container, like the kind you’d carry cookies or cupcakes in. Grabbing hold of Collin’s arm, Ravenous pulled the large canine through little by little, unable to take his eyes off of the massive gray belly that oozed its way through. Its violent sloshes echoed through his home with each budge the poodle took. Despite his grunts, groaning and standing a few inches taller than he last saw him, the fox could hear in Collin’s voice he was enjoying every moment of this.
Ravenous’ back was against his hallway wall when he finally pulled Collin through the door with one last tug. The poodle had lost his footing and barreled through—belly first, sandwiching the fox between the wall and his stomach. A loud squelch erupted and ranged in Ravenous’ ears as his face and limbs were enveloped in glorping furry blubber. He could feel whatever Collin had recently gorged on massaging his own body underneath thick layers of fur before the poodle moved off of him.
“Oops, sorry Rav. Hard to move at this size, you know?”
Free from the tomb of blubber, Ravenous shook his head, watching Collin’s waist and hips brush along both edges of the hallway until he reached the openness of the living room. The poodle circled around the coffee table and sat in the center of a wide couch with a content sigh, belly spilling onto the table and reaching the floor. Ravenous took his seat back on the sofa, unable to take his eyes off the poodle’s incredible girth.
“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I wanted to really, but something crazy happened that got me held up.”
“You could have called me,” the fox couldn’t help but smile back at his sloppily grinning friend; the effects of his gorge made the poodle appear inebriated from gluttony. “It seems despite the craziness you found time to still glut yourself before getting here.”
“Hehe, actually, they were kinda tied together, it couldn’t be helped.”
“Gosh, you’re such a fatty,” the fox chuckled, watching the poodle’s belly wobble as he laughed back. “I must say though, in the time I’ve been gone I expected you to have put on some weight. But you’ve gotten much fatter than I expected. Much…much fatter…”
Collin grinned back at the fox, slamming a hefty paw onto his gut and watching the fox shutter as it glorped from the impact. “Actually, this was all mostly from today. It’s what took me so long to get here. You remember what I told you yesterday over the phone, right?”
The fox cleared his throat, taking his gaze off the wobbling gut and looking back to Collin. “Uh…yes, um…something about…monkey bread? Sorry, I was kinda half asleep last night. Mind telling me again?”
“Sure thing.” Collin made himself comfortable, placing both paws on his belly and resting the plastic container in the center. “It all began yesterday. I was at this carnival in the city over, hoping to write about it in my blog. It was what you’d expect: tons of food, a few contests and some games. I was at the midway just stuffing my face on some donut triple cheeseburgers, when all the sudden, some doberman surprises me by putting his paw on my back. He said, ‘buddy, you got to help me, please.’ I swallowed my burger and asked him, ‘what’s wrong?’ Aside from his trembling and look of distress, he didn’t seem sick or injured. He says, ‘you seem like a guy who loves food, I want you to have something.’ That’s when he shows me some monkey bread on this porcelain blue plate. A quarter of it was missing, and he kept insisting that I took it.”
“Now, I may have more stomach than sense, but from how pushy this guy was and how scared he looked, even my stomach wanted no part of it. I kept asking him what the deal was and why he wanted to get rid of it so bad. He was reluctant to say, but knew I wouldn’t accept it unless he told me. So he says, ‘yesterday at this very same fair, there was some funny looking cat with a small tent, very easy to miss, who sold this monkey bread. He told him that the dessert was enchanted, and whosoever eats of it will have their gluttonous desires come true. But be warned, for they may find that their eyes are bigger than their stomachs.’”
“The doberman shrugged it off, just happy to have something sweet to enjoy. After eating some of the bread, he smelled some nearby ribs and steak and ended up craving some. He bought a plate, and afterwards, without thinking, he wished he could have more. He didn’t go into too much detail, but some freak accident ended up happening. He woke up in the hospital, only remembering how he was uncontrollably stuffing himself with ribs and steak until he passed out from a food induced coma. He couldn’t believe how massive he had gotten, I mean, you should have seen him before. He showed me a picture actually: he was lean, tall, quite muscular in the photo. But when I saw him, he was almost as fat as me. Looking at a dog that fat, it’s hard to believe he ever was in shape.”
“He tried getting rid of the monkey bread, but it would always return to him. Even when he threw it in the trash, it’d come back fresh and clean like it was just baked. He tried finding the cat again the day I was there, but his tent was gone. So, he had hoped the only way to get rid of it was to give it to someone who willingly accepted. And so, that’s how it came into my possession.”
Taking the container off of his belly, Collin leaned over to place it on the table in front of Rav. He opened the two clips sealing it from the sides, lifting off the lid and revealing half of the dessert. It’s glistening cinnamon coat was drizzled over with vanilla glaze. A warmness could be felt still emanating from it, with a mouthwatering pungent scent that caused the fox’s nose and whiskers to twitch.
“You say you got this yesterday? How does it still feel so warm?”
“I told you, the thing’s magic.”
“Seriously,” the fox scoffed, “just because some fat doberman told you it was and showed you a picture? That was probably him back in college or something, and now he’s just your typical fat ex-jock. I mean, an athlete hanging out at a carnival? You’re just asking to get fat at that point.”
“Hey, I thought the same too until I ate the bread and something happened to me.” The poodle began wobbling his massive gut with both paws. “You think I’ve put on all this heft this morning just on a whim?”
“You’re a fatass. You get tempted by food in front of you and you stuff yourself relentlessly. There’s no mystery there.”
“You’re one to talk,” Collin sneered, “you’re capable of eating more than me. We can’t all have the metabolism of a nuclear reactor. Anyways, just hear me out. Yesterday at the carnival, I ate a single layer of it just to test it out. In my mind, I wished I had more carnival food, since I was there at the midway surrounded by food anyway. After I finished my food, before I could get up, some random family walked up to me and asked if I wanted their leftovers, telling me that they ordered more than they could handle. I said sure, and ate some more. Then another family shows up after, and another, and another. Coincidentally, all these furs who bought too much food for themselves are now all using me as the carnival garbage disposal, and I was having the time of my life. I ended up leaving there as full as one of our classic binges, it was great.”
Ravenous nodded, “that does sound like a good time, kinda weird too.”
“Not as weird as what happened before I came here. Before leaving my place, I wanted to give the monkey bread one last test, so I ate the remaining quarter of it, and wished for some chocolate chip cookies. I hopped in my jeep and drove down here right after I texted you. Just a few blocks away from my house, I turned at a stoplight, when out of nowhere a bakery van nearly plows into me; I’ve never been more scared in my life. The van ended up swerving off the road and crashed on the side of a brick building. Then suddenly police surrounded it. Turned out the baker across the street got robbed, and I just accidentally stopped them from escaping. The bakery owner was so grateful that I had stopped them, he offered to give me everything that was in the back of the van, saying his insurance will cover it all. Guess what the van was filled with?”
Ravenous smirked, almost finding Collin’s story hard to believe. “Cookies?”
“A ton of them, probably enough boxes to stock that store for a month. When I opened that back door and saw those cookies, I started to feel weird. Like something was just pulling me towards them, forcing me to open my mouth and just eat everything. I know what you’re gunna say, ‘I’m a fatass,’ but it wasn’t like the typical love for gluttony we have. This was a sort of, ‘you’re gunna eat everything whether you like it or not,’ kinda feeling, like you lose all control of yourself and just keep glutting until it’s all finished. That’s why it took me so long to get here. The monkey bread had granted my wish and made sure I enjoyed every last bit of it.”
The fox looked down at the dessert, then back to Collin; his current enormity certainly reflected that he ate a van full of cookies, and as much as he knew the poodle to exaggerate a tale of gluttony, he knew him to be no liar. A quick snack or trip to a drive through would be something the poodle might do before arriving, but he wouldn’t experience a full on gorge and purposely leave him out. The whole predicament certainly was strange to the fox, and he had a hard time making sense of it.
“So, what are you going to do with it,” asked Ravenous.
“I’m giving it to you.”
“Me? You sure?”
“Consider it a welcome home gift. Something to make up for months of missed out gorging.” Collin heartily smacked his sloshing gut, “with its help you’ll grow as big as me in no time.”
“I don’t know. I mean…did at least…you know…”
The poodle scoffed. “Come on, man. I always wash my paws. Besides, I used a clean knife when cutting off pieces. I’m a sanitary pooch.”
Collin leaned on his haunches as he stood up, jutting his belly outward as he stretched his limbs and yawned. “I am sorry though, Rav. We’ll have to pick up our binge outing tomorrow, I’m all gorged out from those cookies. I’ll be back around this same time, we can start by grabbing some breakfast. Eat just a small piece to start out. I think the more of it you eat the larger the portions get. Try not to go overboard.”
As he watched the poodle shuffle his way down the hall and out the door, the fox couldn’t help but imagine himself at a similar size. If Collin’s story was true and eating only a quarter of it turned the doberman nearly as fat as him in one day, then perhaps it was possible to achieve the same for the fox. He might’ve been thin, but he was no lightweight when it came to overeating. His eyes were certainly never bigger than his stomach, fully capable of tackling any feast he came across. It had been months since he had a good spree of gluttony. With light still early in the day, he decided to take his gifted dessert for a test run.
* * * * *
The start of the weekend provided a good excuse for most furs to eat out rather than cook a meal at home. Ravenous scowled at the line of cars in front of him as he waited to order food at his local drive-thru. The monkey bread rested on the passenger seat sealed inside its plastic container. He had waited home for thirty minutes for a cheeseburger and fries, expecting someone to deliver his food to him after eating a single piece of the dessert, but he waited in vain. Not a single knock on his door came, or some divine spectacle that somehow dropped his food onto his lap. As far as he was concerned, the monkey bread appeared to be nothing but a sham.
Hunger and frustration compelled the fox to take matters into his own paws if no magical pastry was going to feed him. He drove down to a burger restaurant he was fond of to fulfill his own wish, bringing along the monkey bread to potentially throw in the garbage after he finished eating. The cranky mood caused by his empty stomach deprived him of any patience. Honking his horn to the vehicles in front of him, it was hard to think how he’d salvage the rest of what was supposed to be a delightful and fun day.
Ravenous gave his order through the drive-thru speaker and waited a few more minutes before driving up to the food window. A young otter greeted him by reading back the order on his tablet screen. “You ordered…ten double cheeseburger combos, ten sets of onion rings, zucchini sticks, milk shakes and ten apple pies?”
The fox was at a loss for words, “uh…no, I just ordered the number five double cheeseburger combo. I don’t know where you got all that. I wasn’t charged for all that was I?”
“Oh, oh no you weren’t, I see you’re right here,” the otter’s expression swiftly shifted to that of fear and regret. “Oh gosh…damn it,” he whispered, “did I screw up again, oh no.”
“Uh, is everything okay,” Ravenous felt pity for the poor fur, who looked like he was on the brink of tearing up.”
“No-no-no-no-no…what did I do? I’m gunna get in so much trouble. Hey, help me out Mr., please?” He looked over his shoulder as he whispered to the fox. “Just…take all of this, would ya? I’ll get fired if they see I’ve wasted food, and I really need this job. Please, Mr.?”
Suddenly, the otter began handing Ravenous bag after greasy bag of fast food. His eyes bulged open at the sight of it all, finding very little space to place the drink carriers and the disposable containers carrying the onion rings and zucchini sticks. He kept taking whatever the otter handed him until the monkey bread became concealed under the mountain of fast food occupying the passenger seat.
“Thank you Mr.,” spoke the otter, “you’re a lifesaver. Enjoy your meal.”
As the otter closed the window, the fox sat dumbfounded by what had happened, until the car behind him honked their horn and brought him back to reality. He drove up to the nearest available parking spot, put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine. Usually he was cleaner than to eat food from inside his car, but a tantalizing sensation felt like it was gripping his body. He knew full well how hunger and a lust for gluttony could drive him to eat, but this feeling was much more zealous. It felt like an oppressive force tried to thrust open his maw, pull his paws to grab the nearest burger and forcibly shove it down his mouth.
At the sound of his gurgling stomach, Ravenous needed no second bidding. He surrendered his will to this strange feeling, instantly pushing his body into action. Grabbing double cheeseburgers in both paws, he shoved both sideways into his maw, pushing them deep till he could feel them touching the back of his throat. Not a single bite had been made, or sesame seed chewed upon before he gulped them down with a large grease dripping smile. He smacked his lips, shocked at how delicious both burgers were compared to the many times he had eaten them from this very same place. Reaching back into the bag, he resumed his feast with fervent glee.
Due to it being a Friday, the restaurant had a constant stream of traffic, including patrons who left their cars to eat inside. Many who came and went noticed the fox voraciously stuffing his face; the muffled sounds of his gulping and belching barely penetrated the shut windows of his car. Passers by grimaced with disgust, never having seen a fox stuff his cheeks with so much fries and onion rings that he became unable to shut his mouth. He was completely oblivious to their disapproving gazes, drawn only to the pleasures of the feast.
It didn’t take long for him to polish off the final container of zucchini and drink his last milkshake, amassing a pile of trash at the foot of the passenger seat. With no more food to eat, the force that had possessed him had vanished, as if giving him back the reins of his own control. A hefty belch left his mouth, turning his attention down to his stomach. His once slender frame now rubbed against the car’s steering wheel, while the right side of his waist rested over the seat belt buckle. His beach ball of a belly blithely bubbled with sustenance, squelching as the fox gave it a loving hug.
“*Mmff*, yes! I’ve really missed this.”
Squishing his paws into his rotund gut, he murmured with glee, feeling his gorge glorp under the pressure of his digits. He playfully bounced it around, feeling it slide back onto his thighs and accidentally honk the car horn briefly. “Mmm, it feels so great to be fat again.”
Amid fondling his newfound corpulence, his eyes shifted back to the monkey bread, the only thing left standing after his gluttonous massacre of fast food. It actually does work, he thought to himself, his breath beginning to pick up pace. If a single piece of it was capable of growing a beanbag of a belly, the thought of how much fatter he’d get by eating the remainder of it boggled his mind. His mouth began to water, the image of him outgrowing Collin with a belly capable of shadowing over him, was as vivid as the whiskers on his face. The poodle expected the fox to at least grow as big as him for tomorrow’s outing after all. Licking his lips and giving his gut a final squeeze, Ravenous was determined to not disappoint him.
It didn’t take long for the fox to think of his next glutting destination. Opening the container, he picked up half of the monkey bread in his bare paws. “I want to gorge myself at the mall. Make me just as fat as Collin.”
He didn’t hesitate to stuff the bread in his maw, salivating with excitement. The food court at the mall was filled with a variety of goodies for him to glut, not counting the odd snack shops that were spread around the building. Putting the pedal to the metal, he quickly left the parking lot and headed toward the mall, trying his best not to crash or get pulled over from his overwhelming fervor.
The vast parking lot of the mall resembled that of a packed amusement park. Rows of cars squeezed side by side with each other like candies wrapped in a tube. Ravenous wasn’t picky over where he parked, settling with a spot so far down the lot it almost reached the street. He didn’t think of the considerable walk he’d have to face once he grew fatter. The ensuing feast and surpassing his poodle friend in size were all that mattered to him.
The mall was a large two story building with elevators at the edges and escalators at the center of the complex. Much of the shops sold accessories, perfumes, cosmetics or home supplies with only a few that actually interested Rav, such as the music store. The food court was his main focus for today, which laid toward the back of the mall. He navigated through hordes of other furs, brushing shoulder to shoulder against a few; being the weekend, the mall traffic was a lot denser than during the week.
As he reached the food court, a crowd was curiously gathered around a black canopy that was set up. A booming voice amplified by a microphone spoke over the cheers of those gathered around, and furs wearing caps with logos of the different food court restaurants carried plastic trays of their signature dishes, bringing them toward the canopy. Ravenous drew closer, the powerful smell of food causing his belly to rumble like an active volcano.
Peering over the crowds shoulders, he saw a banner hanging under the canopy listing the channel of one of his local radio stations. A solitary table was set up under the canopy, currently occupied by a thin tiger eating a paper basket of chicken tenders and fries. Severs stood by with more food as they waited for the tiger to finish, but waved them off, wryly smiling as he shook his head, unable to eat another bite.
“Oooh, looks like another one bites the dust,” spoke a fox wearing purple sunglasses, speaking into a wireless microphone. “Thanks for playing along sir. So far nobody has completed our challenge ladies and gents, and I see we have a couple of new faces here, so let me introduce myself. My name is Sheep Hound, and I’m from 92.7 K-Fox radio. We’re here at the Sawpaw Mills, partnered with the five biggest food franchises here to take part in our, “Money where your mouth is,” challenge. The rules are, one contestant eats three signature orders from each of the five restaurants. If they win, they receive an all you can eat pass at the food court for a whole month. But if they lose, they have to pay for all the food they’ve eaten up to that point. So for you fatties out there, you get to eat like a king for free for a whole month. For those who lose, you basically just bought a meal. So who’s next? Any takers? Will we finally be able to crown a winner?”
Easiest challenge of my life, the fox thought to himself. He attempted to budge his way through the crowd before something large bumped into him, pushing him back. The crowd around him gasped and awed at the sight of a massively fat ferret stepping forward, ducking under the canopy and causing the seat to groan with exertion. Ravenous gulped, the fur on the back of his head standing upright as fear gripped his chest. The impressive mustelid was nearly as large as Collin, before his cookie binge that same morning. His belly sagged between his haunches, and was so distended and large, one could believe a fur or two made their residency within it.
The fox held his breath, watching the ferret demolish dish after dish as greedy and skillfully as either he or Collin might have. The crowd cheered him on, along with the host who took his sunglasses off in amazement. “Well, well, looks like we’ve finally found our winner here. But can he really go all the way?”
“Please…no. Please…no,” Ravenous whispered.
The final dish was a massive steak the size of the ferret’s head, with some fries on the side. Ravenous had all but given up hope at that point, watching the ferret clutch his swollen stomach as he slowly swallowed the steak whole. With only a basket of fries left, the fox contemplated his wish, wondering why it seemed to be backfiring. Everything felt so well set up for his gluttony, but now the opportunity looked to be slipping from his grasp.
Upon stuffing his face with a pawful of fries, the ferret leaned over to grab the final pawful. He groaned at the tightness of his swollen stomach, barely able to lift an inch off his chair. Erupting in a loud gaseous belch, he laid back, sighing from fullness. Even as the host brought the basket to him, raising the last portion of fries up to his face caused him to turn his head and gag. The last bundle of fries was just a pawful too many for him to handle.
“Aww, well ain’t that a heartbreaker,” spoke the fox, “so close yet so far. Sorry buddy, but rules are rules, you have to eat every last dish to claim the prize.” A few of the ferret's friends helped him up from his seat, taking the moaning mustelid away. “Step right up folks, anyone else willing to claim the prize?”
With newfound hope in his heart, Ravenous barreled his way through, nearly tripping as he approached the seat.
“Whoa, take it easy now,” spoke the fox, “hehe, someone’s excited to compete. You seem pretty confident for someone who looks to have had his fill already. You think you have a chance?”
Ravenous spoke into the microphone, “don’t worry about my stomach. It can handle anything.”
The crowd clapped their paws and cheered, along with the fox. “Okay, you heard it here folks. We got a ravenous fox ready for a whole month of free food. Come on, let's bring something over here, he’s starving.”
A few of the restaurant employees looked at each other with apprehension, unnerved by Ravenous’ devious look as he licked his chops; the hardness of his eyes made it seem like he fancied eating them along with the food. They set down a tray of chicken tenders, fries, a bowl of greasy stir fried noodles, and beef mixed with steamed broccoli. Looking at his meal, that same foreboding force from earlier gripped the back of his head, practically shoving his face toward his meal. Only this time, it was harder to tell whether he was forced by the magic of the monkey bread to eat, or it was his own gluttonous enthusiasm and yearning to become fatter that drove him to eat like a wild animal.
Grabbing each dish in both paws, he poured each of their contents into his maw, being careful not to eat the paper and plastic bowls and baskets themselves before swallowing everything in one gulp.
“More,” the fox shouted at the servers, causing them to jump. The crowd and the host stood in wide eyed silence, never having seen a creature swallow so much food in the blink of an eye.
The next few dishes were hot wings, a bowl of macaroni and cheese, mashed potato with gravy, and a medium pizza. He poured all his food in the center of the pizza before rolling it up. Tilting his head back, he proceeded to push it all down his gullet. Gulp by gulp, disturbed whispers came from the audience as they watched the tube like bulge in Rav’s throat slither its way down. The sickening glorps of masses of food splashing into his belly caused some of the crowd to disperse back toward the mall. At the sound of his stomach blorping as he swallowed the remaining pizza, a female spaniel fainted in the arms of her mate.
“*Hilp*, more!”
At the fox’s wanton display of gluttony, the remainder of the crowd dispersed, leaving only the host to awkwardly wait for Ravenous to finish. Fortunately, he completed the challenge far quicker than the ferret before him. After pushing the final massive steak down his gullet, the host approached him, handing over a small plastic prepaid card. “Congrats man,” he said, “here’s your prize.”
Ravenous took the card, briefly looking at it front to back with disinterest. He handed it to one of the servers picking up a tray from his table. “Just keep the food coming, the same goes for all of you,” he said to the employees of the other food court restaurants, “I want to eat everything.”
“Maybe you should chill out on the overeating, dude. Save some of that prize for tomorrow, or something.”
“Why glut tomorrow when the smorgasbord is happening today,” Ravenous sneered, “I’m naturally a heavy eater, and take untold satisfaction from the pleasures of the feast.”
The fox patted his swollen gut, grinned at the host, and belched as he watched him walk away shaking his head. As the fox hiccuped and patted his glorping belly like a drum, the remaining furs eating their food or standing in the food court lines promptly left. Shoppers glanced at him as they walked by, with the hungry ones too repulsed to eat in the same vicinity. With no other mouths for the restaurants to feed, Ravenous became their only priority, working quickly to serve him a constant stream of food.
Gorging to his heart’s contentment, the results of his overeating began bearing fruit. His waistline expanded beyond the boundaries of his seat, squishing against it as he leaned backward. His haunches spread apart to make room for his globular gut, which began piling onto the table, taking up all available space. Rather than placing the food on his belly, Ravenous demanded the servers simply dump everything into his open maw. Arms lazily hanging at his side, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and basked in the hedonistic sensation of being showered with gluttony.
A cornucopia of dishes passed the fox’s lips over the course of an hour. His stomach blorped with each new mouthful, churning fiercely with enough edible refuse to fill a dumpster twice over. In an attempt to adjust himself in his shrinking chair, a loud metallic snap came from underneath him. Without warning, he fell onto his back with a thunderous squelch, groaning with strain as all he had eaten violently shifted around inside him. Dazed from the impact, he rubbed his eyes, watching as a tsunami of white fur loomed over him. Before he could push it back, his massive belly collapsed on top of him, smothering his face and completely pinning him to the floor.
Underneath his sea of sloshing blubber, the fox sloppily grinned, enamored by his massive girth. He blushed as he felt his indigested gorge rub against his face and limbs underneath layers of fur and fat. As his belly sloshed itself off of him, he held it back with both paws to prevent it from enveloping him again. One of the servers, a wolf, ran to his side out of concern.
“Are you alright sir? That looked like a nasty fall.”
“I’m fine, *hic-hilp*. I’m just gunna stay down here, *oorp*, for a bit. Keep bringing the food, I ain’t done yet, hehe, *hic-hilp*.”
Reluctantly looking at each other, the servants had no other choice than to keep feeding him. As the fox continued to grow, he chuckled with delight, feeling his waistline spill further across the floor and watching his mountain of a belly block further view in front of him. His belly grew so vast, two servers went above and beyond their station and volunteered to help push the fox’s belly back. With his paws free to smack and knead his growing blubber, Ravenous reveled in becoming an undulating mass of jello.
After another hour passed, he felt the spell of the monkey bread suddenly lift. The food had stopped coming, and with the compulsion to further gorge gone, the weight of his immense feast hit the fox like a freight train. Letting out a husky belch, he moaned as his stomach burbled with content. The now four servers that helped to prevent it from sloshing on top of him trembled with strain; their limbs and the back of their heads sunk deeply into its cushiony fat.
“*Hic-hilp*, oooh, that’ll, *hic-hilp*, do it. Help me up guys, *bwooorp*, please?”
Acting quick, the two servers moved from the fox’s belly to help lift him off the ground. The weight of his titanic gut nearly fell onto the five of them before two more employees rushed to help, managing to lift Ravenous to an upright position. He had grown taller as a result of his feast, standing a tails length above everyone else. Leaning onto his gut, he sunk into it like he were lying on a giant marshmallow.
Moaning with bliss as he hugged his blorping blubber, Ravenous turned his attention to something prodding his thick waist. The wolf server stood beside him, standing on the tips of his footpaws just to hand over the fox’s plastic card. “Sorry, sir,” he said, “it ran out of funds.”
Ravenous took the card, skimming over the back where the amount of money was listed on it. “*Hic-hilp*, so much for all you, *hoorrp*, can eat,” he flicked the card behind him. “I think I, *hic-hilp*, got all I can out of here, *buurap*, anyway. Thank you everyone, *hic-hilp*, you all deserve a, *hic-hilp*, big raise.”
Waving off to the employees, the fox arched his back, lifted his gut an inch off the ground, and began trudging his way out the mall. Woozy from his feast, it was difficult to keep his balance. His wobbling belly jostled from side to side, sloshing with each heavy step. Shoppers kept their distance just to avoid his belly knocking them over or squishing them against the shop windows. Ravenous couldn’t have been more pleased with himself however; his arms lifted up ample portions of blorping blubber before letting go. Having grown as large as Collin filled him with drunken glee. But being the food and fat obsessed fox that he was, the more he admired his gut, the larger he wanted it to become.
Smiling as he huffed for breath, Ravenous made the long trek across the parking lot. He groaned and chuckled, feeling his indigested gorge flow to the front of his belly, then eb its way back, brushing his chest up to his chin. Protruding several feet outward in front of him, his gut wedged itself between both his parked car and the one next to him. He lifted himself onto his belly just to reach his passenger side door, reaching for the monkey bread container. He grabbed the remaining dessert in his paws before pushing the container off the seat.
“I don’t care what, *hic-hilp*, I eat,” he spoke to the bread, chuckling menacingly. “Make me bigger, make me fatter! I want so much more!”
The fox greedily wolfed down the monkey bread, along with each and every individual crumb that managed to escape his maw. He gave his stomach a few mirthful pats before inching his way out the door, shutting it and backing away from his sandwiched position. Being no longer able to fit in his vehicle was a small price to pay for the fattening of a lifetime. By the time his gorging was done, he’d have to call a towing service to take it home, along with himself.
Furs looked on in discomfort as Ravenous waddled down the city sidewalk, hungrily looking for the next gluttonous opportunity the monkey bread had conjured. They watched as he hiccuped and licked his chops, swinging his belly around just to make slight turns. It slammed into parked cars, lamp poles and buildings, squelching his gorge into a jam with how often he squished against a surface. With each restaurant he passed, he waited a moment for either his gluttonous instincts or the monkey bread’s spell to lure him in. But he kept on walking, giggling in anticipation of how much fatter he’d get.
He walked a few blocks before something of intrigue occurred around the next corner. Cars clogged the entire road with traffic due to something happening at the end of the four way intersection. Waddling his way up, he joined a group of furs behind a police barricade, shocked by what he saw. Three semi trucks carrying tankers were flipped over in the middle of the street from a terrible accident. Each of their tanks were punctured, gradually leaking their contents all over the street.
“I saw it happen you know,” spoke a fur standing beside Ravenous, “not ten minutes ago. Just a freak accident, happened out of nowhere.”
The fox looked on in horror, guilty for what his selfish wish had wrought. “Is…is everyone…okay?”
“Oh yeah, all three drivers are fine, could you believe it? They’re talking with the cop over there.”
Ravenous sighed with relief. “Thank goodness,” he remained curiously fixated on the tanks leaking contents. “Shouldn’t like, *hic-hilp*, the police be closing this area off or something? What is that stuff anyway, doesn’t smell like gas or oil.”
“Good thing it’s not, would be a hell of a thing to clean up. The city struck out with it just being ice cream, soda and chocolate leaking into the sewers.”
Suddenly, Ravenous’ eyes jolted open as elation welled up in his chest. His mind turned to mush thinking about the amorphous mass of fox he’d grow into after draining each tank of all its contents. Without warning, he felt his belly lurch him pass the barricade and toward the truck drivers and cop. The four furs took a step back, startled by the behemoth of orange and white blubber collapsing in front of them.
“Fellas, *hic-hilp*, I want to help,” said the fox.
The group quizzically looked at each other. The cop walked in front of them, “sir, you’re supposed to stay behind the barricade with the other civilians.”
“Please, I could help with the cleanup. Everything from those tanks is pouring out onto the street and making a nasty mess. Just hook up a couple of hoses for me, and I’ll be happy to dispose of it all for you, no charge.”
“What are you saying,” said the cop, “you expect us to believe you could just…eat everything in all those tanks all by yourself?”
“Look at me,” Ravenous stood himself up, clutched the sides of his belly and proudly wobbled it in his paws. “Does this belly look like it can’t handle it? Trust me, I can do it.”
Each of the truck drivers looked at each other. “Well…it beats paying the city to do it, doubt our companies would mind. Just means they don’t pay to dispose of it all themselves I guess.”
The drivers nodded in agreement. “You got yourself a deal fox.”
Ravenous shook each driver's paw before waddling over to the center of each tanker. The drivers did as instructed, hooking up a long hose and handing the nozzle end to the fox. He felt the curse of the monkey bread wash over him again, compelling him to shove each hose in his mouth and clamp down, refusing to let go. Giving the drivers the thumbs up to go ahead, they opened their valves, sending a rush of ice cream, soda and liquid chocolate rushing down each hose. The current of each hose filled the fox’s throat like water pouring out of a dam. The gorge in his stomach parted in two as the three liquids rushed in. Ravenous’ euphoria reached peak levels he never thought possible. The ballooning of his waist and belly happened so quick that within seconds of starting, he jumped onto his stomach just to remain over it and not under it. He sunk into his gut as it spilled outward in every direction, loudly blorping with every inch it grew. Thanking the monkey bread in the back of his mind, he sloppily grinned as his belly began closing in on either side of him.
* * * * *
With no magical pastries to distract him, Collin arrived at Ravenous’ home with no trouble. It took an entire day's rest to sleep off yesterday’s cookie gorge, and the poodle couldn’t have been prouder of the results. Though his jeep fit a lot more snuggly around his waist, he’d never complain over having more belly to heft and hold.
Parking on the driveway, he exited his vehicle, approached the front door and rang the doorbell. He checked the text message he sent to the fox earlier, still not having received a reply. Ravenous always texted him back confirming he’d be down for a good breakfast binge early in the morning. Furthermore, he was taking longer than usual to answer the door compared to yesterday.
The poodle grinned, “he must have had some time with that monkey bread. I just hope he’s left a little for the both of us later.”
Collin held his ear to the door, expecting to hear Ravenous’ sloshing belly glorping down the halls anytime now. When no sound was heard, he wrote the fox another text message, resting his back against the side of the house. Before he could hit send, his ears perked up, hearing the familiar sound of husky hiccups echoing in the distance. Only, it wasn’t coming from within the house, but down the street. Squinting his eyes, Collin saw what looked like an orange parade float, fully inflated and sitting on the back of a long flatbed truck. It wasn’t until it pulled up to the house that he dropped his phone in utter shock.
Cautiously approaching the sidewalk, the poodle stood at the edge of the lawn, looking up at the mountainous blob of orange and white fur. The truck driver undid the harnesses holding the blob down, causing it to avalanche onto the pavement with boisterous sloshing before driving off; the indigested gorge in its belly crashed and collapsed like rubble from a demolished building. As the behemoth of lard spilled onto the lawn in front of him, the drunken face and sprawled body of Ravenous slid into view.
“*Hic-hilp*, I’m back,” said the fox in a husky tone.
The poodle was at a loss for words, mirroring the same stunned expression the fox had when he saw him the previous day. “Rav…did you eat…all of it?”
“Hehe, I sure, *hic-hilp*, did. Oooh, you should have seen me, *hic-hilp*, I just couldn’t stop getting fat. It was amazing. I ended up passing out yesterday, *hic-hilp*, and they were forced to keep me at the impound till I told them where I lived this morning.”
“I expected you to get as big as me, but this…this is…a lot.”
“Envious?” The fox gave his gut a heavy smack, “go on, give it a feel. I know you want to.”
Collin blushed, attempting to hide himself within his flowing neckfloof. Still, the fox was right. As he continued staring at the mountain of lard, the compulsion to interact with it was just too great. Walking to the fox’s side, Collin’s face flushed a brighter red, feeling his belly sink into the fox’s long before he put both paws on it. Pressing himself up against the mound of fur, his limbs and face were completely enveloped by fat, swallowing his chunky arms and reaching to the back of his ears.
Holy huff, he’s so soft, Collin thought to himself. Feeling the poodle press up against his side, Ravenous gave himself another heavy smack. The resulting sloshes caused Collin’s ears to twitch with pleasure; the cacophony of churning was so thick, it felt like he was within the fox’s belly itself. Mounds of oozing fox fat rippled against the poodle’s own large body, causing it to jiggle as well. As he began kneading the fox’s doughy blubber, he felt himself practically melting into his friend, the joy of caressing such copious amounts of fat infatuated him. He only gave himself a few seconds however before stepping back, knowing if he continued playing with all that flab, he’d be stuck there until the afternoon.
Ravenous smugly smiled once Collin’s bashful face came into view. “*Hic-hilp*, enjoyed yourself?”
The poodle ignored the question and averted his gaze, avoiding the temptation to look at the fox’s girth. “S-so, what now? I guess you’ll want to…sleep all that off then huh?”
“And turn down breakfast? Nuh uh, I’ve been waiting for this since, *hic-hilp*, yesterday. I’ll have them deliver it. You got a lot of catching up to do after all.”
The thought of being a towering blob like the fox made Collin huff through his nostrils. From the corner of his eye he watched as Ravenous bobbed up and down on his waterbed of a belly, entirely at its undulating mercy. He could imagine the sheer mass of indigested gorge that sloshed against his innards, and the pleasurable inner belly massage it must have provided. Feeling each roll, lovehandle, bulge and fatty layer wobble like pudding with every hiccup sent his head in a whirl. The pleasure he felt from his gorge yesterday was great, but by the look of the fox, it was a fraction of what he had experienced yesterday thanks to eating the entire half of the monkey bread.
It couldn’t be helped now, the fair was over and the mysterious feline baker who provided the bread had gone with it. Had his mind not been dulled by gluttony after first eating the bread, he’d have hunted the cat down and bought some more. Collin wasn’t upset though. After months of not seeing Ravenous, he was more than happy to provide him the time of his life yesterday.
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After months of being on tour with his band, Ravenous was glad to finally return home. He spent most of the week laying around the house, catching up on some much needed sleep; the comfort and solitude of his bed was a vast improvement over the cramped tour bus and four other roommates. With his batteries recharged, the thin fox looked forward to some much needed quality time with his friend, Collin. Free of his band responsibilities, he couldn’t wait to close down restaurant after restaurant, the pair of them keeping each other from tipping over after a gluttonous stupor, waddling along to the next feast.
Ravenous sat on his living room sofa listening to music, his legs crossed and anxiously kicking as he waited for Collin’s arrival. The poodle had called him over an hour ago saying he was on his way, and it was not like him to be late for a food outing. Perhaps he had already left someplace on his own and started without him? It pained the fox to think in the months he’s been gone his friend had turned into some type of jerk, knowing full well from their talks earlier in the week how much he had been looking forward to today.
As he reached for his phone on the coffee table to check his texts, a large shadow passed by his living room window. He took off his headphones, the familiar sounds of labored groaning echoed from the walkway leading up to his house. “That fatass,” said Ravenous with a playful grin, “can’t believe he started without me.” He hopped up from his seat and walked to the front door. A part of him was miffed that the poodle had already started gorging himself, but most of all, he was happy to finally see his friend again.
Standing directly in front of the door, the fox could hear a din of loud sloshing on the other side. “Sounds like someone’s had a good time.”
At the knock of the door, Ravenous couldn’t believe what he saw as he opened it. Greeted by a wall of black and gray fur, he only noticed it was his friend by looking up, the poodle’s face partly concealed by his neckfloof and enlarged chest. “Hey, Rav,” said the poodle, “happy to see you again, buddy. Help me in, won’t you?”
Ducking under the doorway, Collin’s upper body entered first; he reached out to Ravenous with his right arm, while his left held onto a curious looking plastic container, like the kind you’d carry cookies or cupcakes in. Grabbing hold of Collin’s arm, Ravenous pulled the large canine through little by little, unable to take his eyes off of the massive gray belly that oozed its way through. Its violent sloshes echoed through his home with each budge the poodle took. Despite his grunts, groaning and standing a few inches taller than he last saw him, the fox could hear in Collin’s voice he was enjoying every moment of this.
Ravenous’ back was against his hallway wall when he finally pulled Collin through the door with one last tug. The poodle had lost his footing and barreled through—belly first, sandwiching the fox between the wall and his stomach. A loud squelch erupted and ranged in Ravenous’ ears as his face and limbs were enveloped in glorping furry blubber. He could feel whatever Collin had recently gorged on massaging his own body underneath thick layers of fur before the poodle moved off of him.
“Oops, sorry Rav. Hard to move at this size, you know?”
Free from the tomb of blubber, Ravenous shook his head, watching Collin’s waist and hips brush along both edges of the hallway until he reached the openness of the living room. The poodle circled around the coffee table and sat in the center of a wide couch with a content sigh, belly spilling onto the table and reaching the floor. Ravenous took his seat back on the sofa, unable to take his eyes off the poodle’s incredible girth.
“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner. I wanted to really, but something crazy happened that got me held up.”
“You could have called me,” the fox couldn’t help but smile back at his sloppily grinning friend; the effects of his gorge made the poodle appear inebriated from gluttony. “It seems despite the craziness you found time to still glut yourself before getting here.”
“Hehe, actually, they were kinda tied together, it couldn’t be helped.”
“Gosh, you’re such a fatty,” the fox chuckled, watching the poodle’s belly wobble as he laughed back. “I must say though, in the time I’ve been gone I expected you to have put on some weight. But you’ve gotten much fatter than I expected. Much…much fatter…”
Collin grinned back at the fox, slamming a hefty paw onto his gut and watching the fox shutter as it glorped from the impact. “Actually, this was all mostly from today. It’s what took me so long to get here. You remember what I told you yesterday over the phone, right?”
The fox cleared his throat, taking his gaze off the wobbling gut and looking back to Collin. “Uh…yes, um…something about…monkey bread? Sorry, I was kinda half asleep last night. Mind telling me again?”
“Sure thing.” Collin made himself comfortable, placing both paws on his belly and resting the plastic container in the center. “It all began yesterday. I was at this carnival in the city over, hoping to write about it in my blog. It was what you’d expect: tons of food, a few contests and some games. I was at the midway just stuffing my face on some donut triple cheeseburgers, when all the sudden, some doberman surprises me by putting his paw on my back. He said, ‘buddy, you got to help me, please.’ I swallowed my burger and asked him, ‘what’s wrong?’ Aside from his trembling and look of distress, he didn’t seem sick or injured. He says, ‘you seem like a guy who loves food, I want you to have something.’ That’s when he shows me some monkey bread on this porcelain blue plate. A quarter of it was missing, and he kept insisting that I took it.”
“Now, I may have more stomach than sense, but from how pushy this guy was and how scared he looked, even my stomach wanted no part of it. I kept asking him what the deal was and why he wanted to get rid of it so bad. He was reluctant to say, but knew I wouldn’t accept it unless he told me. So he says, ‘yesterday at this very same fair, there was some funny looking cat with a small tent, very easy to miss, who sold this monkey bread. He told him that the dessert was enchanted, and whosoever eats of it will have their gluttonous desires come true. But be warned, for they may find that their eyes are bigger than their stomachs.’”
“The doberman shrugged it off, just happy to have something sweet to enjoy. After eating some of the bread, he smelled some nearby ribs and steak and ended up craving some. He bought a plate, and afterwards, without thinking, he wished he could have more. He didn’t go into too much detail, but some freak accident ended up happening. He woke up in the hospital, only remembering how he was uncontrollably stuffing himself with ribs and steak until he passed out from a food induced coma. He couldn’t believe how massive he had gotten, I mean, you should have seen him before. He showed me a picture actually: he was lean, tall, quite muscular in the photo. But when I saw him, he was almost as fat as me. Looking at a dog that fat, it’s hard to believe he ever was in shape.”
“He tried getting rid of the monkey bread, but it would always return to him. Even when he threw it in the trash, it’d come back fresh and clean like it was just baked. He tried finding the cat again the day I was there, but his tent was gone. So, he had hoped the only way to get rid of it was to give it to someone who willingly accepted. And so, that’s how it came into my possession.”
Taking the container off of his belly, Collin leaned over to place it on the table in front of Rav. He opened the two clips sealing it from the sides, lifting off the lid and revealing half of the dessert. It’s glistening cinnamon coat was drizzled over with vanilla glaze. A warmness could be felt still emanating from it, with a mouthwatering pungent scent that caused the fox’s nose and whiskers to twitch.
“You say you got this yesterday? How does it still feel so warm?”
“I told you, the thing’s magic.”
“Seriously,” the fox scoffed, “just because some fat doberman told you it was and showed you a picture? That was probably him back in college or something, and now he’s just your typical fat ex-jock. I mean, an athlete hanging out at a carnival? You’re just asking to get fat at that point.”
“Hey, I thought the same too until I ate the bread and something happened to me.” The poodle began wobbling his massive gut with both paws. “You think I’ve put on all this heft this morning just on a whim?”
“You’re a fatass. You get tempted by food in front of you and you stuff yourself relentlessly. There’s no mystery there.”
“You’re one to talk,” Collin sneered, “you’re capable of eating more than me. We can’t all have the metabolism of a nuclear reactor. Anyways, just hear me out. Yesterday at the carnival, I ate a single layer of it just to test it out. In my mind, I wished I had more carnival food, since I was there at the midway surrounded by food anyway. After I finished my food, before I could get up, some random family walked up to me and asked if I wanted their leftovers, telling me that they ordered more than they could handle. I said sure, and ate some more. Then another family shows up after, and another, and another. Coincidentally, all these furs who bought too much food for themselves are now all using me as the carnival garbage disposal, and I was having the time of my life. I ended up leaving there as full as one of our classic binges, it was great.”
Ravenous nodded, “that does sound like a good time, kinda weird too.”
“Not as weird as what happened before I came here. Before leaving my place, I wanted to give the monkey bread one last test, so I ate the remaining quarter of it, and wished for some chocolate chip cookies. I hopped in my jeep and drove down here right after I texted you. Just a few blocks away from my house, I turned at a stoplight, when out of nowhere a bakery van nearly plows into me; I’ve never been more scared in my life. The van ended up swerving off the road and crashed on the side of a brick building. Then suddenly police surrounded it. Turned out the baker across the street got robbed, and I just accidentally stopped them from escaping. The bakery owner was so grateful that I had stopped them, he offered to give me everything that was in the back of the van, saying his insurance will cover it all. Guess what the van was filled with?”
Ravenous smirked, almost finding Collin’s story hard to believe. “Cookies?”
“A ton of them, probably enough boxes to stock that store for a month. When I opened that back door and saw those cookies, I started to feel weird. Like something was just pulling me towards them, forcing me to open my mouth and just eat everything. I know what you’re gunna say, ‘I’m a fatass,’ but it wasn’t like the typical love for gluttony we have. This was a sort of, ‘you’re gunna eat everything whether you like it or not,’ kinda feeling, like you lose all control of yourself and just keep glutting until it’s all finished. That’s why it took me so long to get here. The monkey bread had granted my wish and made sure I enjoyed every last bit of it.”
The fox looked down at the dessert, then back to Collin; his current enormity certainly reflected that he ate a van full of cookies, and as much as he knew the poodle to exaggerate a tale of gluttony, he knew him to be no liar. A quick snack or trip to a drive through would be something the poodle might do before arriving, but he wouldn’t experience a full on gorge and purposely leave him out. The whole predicament certainly was strange to the fox, and he had a hard time making sense of it.
“So, what are you going to do with it,” asked Ravenous.
“I’m giving it to you.”
“Me? You sure?”
“Consider it a welcome home gift. Something to make up for months of missed out gorging.” Collin heartily smacked his sloshing gut, “with its help you’ll grow as big as me in no time.”
“I don’t know. I mean…did at least…you know…”
The poodle scoffed. “Come on, man. I always wash my paws. Besides, I used a clean knife when cutting off pieces. I’m a sanitary pooch.”
Collin leaned on his haunches as he stood up, jutting his belly outward as he stretched his limbs and yawned. “I am sorry though, Rav. We’ll have to pick up our binge outing tomorrow, I’m all gorged out from those cookies. I’ll be back around this same time, we can start by grabbing some breakfast. Eat just a small piece to start out. I think the more of it you eat the larger the portions get. Try not to go overboard.”
As he watched the poodle shuffle his way down the hall and out the door, the fox couldn’t help but imagine himself at a similar size. If Collin’s story was true and eating only a quarter of it turned the doberman nearly as fat as him in one day, then perhaps it was possible to achieve the same for the fox. He might’ve been thin, but he was no lightweight when it came to overeating. His eyes were certainly never bigger than his stomach, fully capable of tackling any feast he came across. It had been months since he had a good spree of gluttony. With light still early in the day, he decided to take his gifted dessert for a test run.
* * * * *
The start of the weekend provided a good excuse for most furs to eat out rather than cook a meal at home. Ravenous scowled at the line of cars in front of him as he waited to order food at his local drive-thru. The monkey bread rested on the passenger seat sealed inside its plastic container. He had waited home for thirty minutes for a cheeseburger and fries, expecting someone to deliver his food to him after eating a single piece of the dessert, but he waited in vain. Not a single knock on his door came, or some divine spectacle that somehow dropped his food onto his lap. As far as he was concerned, the monkey bread appeared to be nothing but a sham.
Hunger and frustration compelled the fox to take matters into his own paws if no magical pastry was going to feed him. He drove down to a burger restaurant he was fond of to fulfill his own wish, bringing along the monkey bread to potentially throw in the garbage after he finished eating. The cranky mood caused by his empty stomach deprived him of any patience. Honking his horn to the vehicles in front of him, it was hard to think how he’d salvage the rest of what was supposed to be a delightful and fun day.
Ravenous gave his order through the drive-thru speaker and waited a few more minutes before driving up to the food window. A young otter greeted him by reading back the order on his tablet screen. “You ordered…ten double cheeseburger combos, ten sets of onion rings, zucchini sticks, milk shakes and ten apple pies?”
The fox was at a loss for words, “uh…no, I just ordered the number five double cheeseburger combo. I don’t know where you got all that. I wasn’t charged for all that was I?”
“Oh, oh no you weren’t, I see you’re right here,” the otter’s expression swiftly shifted to that of fear and regret. “Oh gosh…damn it,” he whispered, “did I screw up again, oh no.”
“Uh, is everything okay,” Ravenous felt pity for the poor fur, who looked like he was on the brink of tearing up.”
“No-no-no-no-no…what did I do? I’m gunna get in so much trouble. Hey, help me out Mr., please?” He looked over his shoulder as he whispered to the fox. “Just…take all of this, would ya? I’ll get fired if they see I’ve wasted food, and I really need this job. Please, Mr.?”
Suddenly, the otter began handing Ravenous bag after greasy bag of fast food. His eyes bulged open at the sight of it all, finding very little space to place the drink carriers and the disposable containers carrying the onion rings and zucchini sticks. He kept taking whatever the otter handed him until the monkey bread became concealed under the mountain of fast food occupying the passenger seat.
“Thank you Mr.,” spoke the otter, “you’re a lifesaver. Enjoy your meal.”
As the otter closed the window, the fox sat dumbfounded by what had happened, until the car behind him honked their horn and brought him back to reality. He drove up to the nearest available parking spot, put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine. Usually he was cleaner than to eat food from inside his car, but a tantalizing sensation felt like it was gripping his body. He knew full well how hunger and a lust for gluttony could drive him to eat, but this feeling was much more zealous. It felt like an oppressive force tried to thrust open his maw, pull his paws to grab the nearest burger and forcibly shove it down his mouth.
At the sound of his gurgling stomach, Ravenous needed no second bidding. He surrendered his will to this strange feeling, instantly pushing his body into action. Grabbing double cheeseburgers in both paws, he shoved both sideways into his maw, pushing them deep till he could feel them touching the back of his throat. Not a single bite had been made, or sesame seed chewed upon before he gulped them down with a large grease dripping smile. He smacked his lips, shocked at how delicious both burgers were compared to the many times he had eaten them from this very same place. Reaching back into the bag, he resumed his feast with fervent glee.
Due to it being a Friday, the restaurant had a constant stream of traffic, including patrons who left their cars to eat inside. Many who came and went noticed the fox voraciously stuffing his face; the muffled sounds of his gulping and belching barely penetrated the shut windows of his car. Passers by grimaced with disgust, never having seen a fox stuff his cheeks with so much fries and onion rings that he became unable to shut his mouth. He was completely oblivious to their disapproving gazes, drawn only to the pleasures of the feast.
It didn’t take long for him to polish off the final container of zucchini and drink his last milkshake, amassing a pile of trash at the foot of the passenger seat. With no more food to eat, the force that had possessed him had vanished, as if giving him back the reins of his own control. A hefty belch left his mouth, turning his attention down to his stomach. His once slender frame now rubbed against the car’s steering wheel, while the right side of his waist rested over the seat belt buckle. His beach ball of a belly blithely bubbled with sustenance, squelching as the fox gave it a loving hug.
“*Mmff*, yes! I’ve really missed this.”
Squishing his paws into his rotund gut, he murmured with glee, feeling his gorge glorp under the pressure of his digits. He playfully bounced it around, feeling it slide back onto his thighs and accidentally honk the car horn briefly. “Mmm, it feels so great to be fat again.”
Amid fondling his newfound corpulence, his eyes shifted back to the monkey bread, the only thing left standing after his gluttonous massacre of fast food. It actually does work, he thought to himself, his breath beginning to pick up pace. If a single piece of it was capable of growing a beanbag of a belly, the thought of how much fatter he’d get by eating the remainder of it boggled his mind. His mouth began to water, the image of him outgrowing Collin with a belly capable of shadowing over him, was as vivid as the whiskers on his face. The poodle expected the fox to at least grow as big as him for tomorrow’s outing after all. Licking his lips and giving his gut a final squeeze, Ravenous was determined to not disappoint him.
It didn’t take long for the fox to think of his next glutting destination. Opening the container, he picked up half of the monkey bread in his bare paws. “I want to gorge myself at the mall. Make me just as fat as Collin.”
He didn’t hesitate to stuff the bread in his maw, salivating with excitement. The food court at the mall was filled with a variety of goodies for him to glut, not counting the odd snack shops that were spread around the building. Putting the pedal to the metal, he quickly left the parking lot and headed toward the mall, trying his best not to crash or get pulled over from his overwhelming fervor.
The vast parking lot of the mall resembled that of a packed amusement park. Rows of cars squeezed side by side with each other like candies wrapped in a tube. Ravenous wasn’t picky over where he parked, settling with a spot so far down the lot it almost reached the street. He didn’t think of the considerable walk he’d have to face once he grew fatter. The ensuing feast and surpassing his poodle friend in size were all that mattered to him.
The mall was a large two story building with elevators at the edges and escalators at the center of the complex. Much of the shops sold accessories, perfumes, cosmetics or home supplies with only a few that actually interested Rav, such as the music store. The food court was his main focus for today, which laid toward the back of the mall. He navigated through hordes of other furs, brushing shoulder to shoulder against a few; being the weekend, the mall traffic was a lot denser than during the week.
As he reached the food court, a crowd was curiously gathered around a black canopy that was set up. A booming voice amplified by a microphone spoke over the cheers of those gathered around, and furs wearing caps with logos of the different food court restaurants carried plastic trays of their signature dishes, bringing them toward the canopy. Ravenous drew closer, the powerful smell of food causing his belly to rumble like an active volcano.
Peering over the crowds shoulders, he saw a banner hanging under the canopy listing the channel of one of his local radio stations. A solitary table was set up under the canopy, currently occupied by a thin tiger eating a paper basket of chicken tenders and fries. Severs stood by with more food as they waited for the tiger to finish, but waved them off, wryly smiling as he shook his head, unable to eat another bite.
“Oooh, looks like another one bites the dust,” spoke a fox wearing purple sunglasses, speaking into a wireless microphone. “Thanks for playing along sir. So far nobody has completed our challenge ladies and gents, and I see we have a couple of new faces here, so let me introduce myself. My name is Sheep Hound, and I’m from 92.7 K-Fox radio. We’re here at the Sawpaw Mills, partnered with the five biggest food franchises here to take part in our, “Money where your mouth is,” challenge. The rules are, one contestant eats three signature orders from each of the five restaurants. If they win, they receive an all you can eat pass at the food court for a whole month. But if they lose, they have to pay for all the food they’ve eaten up to that point. So for you fatties out there, you get to eat like a king for free for a whole month. For those who lose, you basically just bought a meal. So who’s next? Any takers? Will we finally be able to crown a winner?”
Easiest challenge of my life, the fox thought to himself. He attempted to budge his way through the crowd before something large bumped into him, pushing him back. The crowd around him gasped and awed at the sight of a massively fat ferret stepping forward, ducking under the canopy and causing the seat to groan with exertion. Ravenous gulped, the fur on the back of his head standing upright as fear gripped his chest. The impressive mustelid was nearly as large as Collin, before his cookie binge that same morning. His belly sagged between his haunches, and was so distended and large, one could believe a fur or two made their residency within it.
The fox held his breath, watching the ferret demolish dish after dish as greedy and skillfully as either he or Collin might have. The crowd cheered him on, along with the host who took his sunglasses off in amazement. “Well, well, looks like we’ve finally found our winner here. But can he really go all the way?”
“Please…no. Please…no,” Ravenous whispered.
The final dish was a massive steak the size of the ferret’s head, with some fries on the side. Ravenous had all but given up hope at that point, watching the ferret clutch his swollen stomach as he slowly swallowed the steak whole. With only a basket of fries left, the fox contemplated his wish, wondering why it seemed to be backfiring. Everything felt so well set up for his gluttony, but now the opportunity looked to be slipping from his grasp.
Upon stuffing his face with a pawful of fries, the ferret leaned over to grab the final pawful. He groaned at the tightness of his swollen stomach, barely able to lift an inch off his chair. Erupting in a loud gaseous belch, he laid back, sighing from fullness. Even as the host brought the basket to him, raising the last portion of fries up to his face caused him to turn his head and gag. The last bundle of fries was just a pawful too many for him to handle.
“Aww, well ain’t that a heartbreaker,” spoke the fox, “so close yet so far. Sorry buddy, but rules are rules, you have to eat every last dish to claim the prize.” A few of the ferret's friends helped him up from his seat, taking the moaning mustelid away. “Step right up folks, anyone else willing to claim the prize?”
With newfound hope in his heart, Ravenous barreled his way through, nearly tripping as he approached the seat.
“Whoa, take it easy now,” spoke the fox, “hehe, someone’s excited to compete. You seem pretty confident for someone who looks to have had his fill already. You think you have a chance?”
Ravenous spoke into the microphone, “don’t worry about my stomach. It can handle anything.”
The crowd clapped their paws and cheered, along with the fox. “Okay, you heard it here folks. We got a ravenous fox ready for a whole month of free food. Come on, let's bring something over here, he’s starving.”
A few of the restaurant employees looked at each other with apprehension, unnerved by Ravenous’ devious look as he licked his chops; the hardness of his eyes made it seem like he fancied eating them along with the food. They set down a tray of chicken tenders, fries, a bowl of greasy stir fried noodles, and beef mixed with steamed broccoli. Looking at his meal, that same foreboding force from earlier gripped the back of his head, practically shoving his face toward his meal. Only this time, it was harder to tell whether he was forced by the magic of the monkey bread to eat, or it was his own gluttonous enthusiasm and yearning to become fatter that drove him to eat like a wild animal.
Grabbing each dish in both paws, he poured each of their contents into his maw, being careful not to eat the paper and plastic bowls and baskets themselves before swallowing everything in one gulp.
“More,” the fox shouted at the servers, causing them to jump. The crowd and the host stood in wide eyed silence, never having seen a creature swallow so much food in the blink of an eye.
The next few dishes were hot wings, a bowl of macaroni and cheese, mashed potato with gravy, and a medium pizza. He poured all his food in the center of the pizza before rolling it up. Tilting his head back, he proceeded to push it all down his gullet. Gulp by gulp, disturbed whispers came from the audience as they watched the tube like bulge in Rav’s throat slither its way down. The sickening glorps of masses of food splashing into his belly caused some of the crowd to disperse back toward the mall. At the sound of his stomach blorping as he swallowed the remaining pizza, a female spaniel fainted in the arms of her mate.
“*Hilp*, more!”
At the fox’s wanton display of gluttony, the remainder of the crowd dispersed, leaving only the host to awkwardly wait for Ravenous to finish. Fortunately, he completed the challenge far quicker than the ferret before him. After pushing the final massive steak down his gullet, the host approached him, handing over a small plastic prepaid card. “Congrats man,” he said, “here’s your prize.”
Ravenous took the card, briefly looking at it front to back with disinterest. He handed it to one of the servers picking up a tray from his table. “Just keep the food coming, the same goes for all of you,” he said to the employees of the other food court restaurants, “I want to eat everything.”
“Maybe you should chill out on the overeating, dude. Save some of that prize for tomorrow, or something.”
“Why glut tomorrow when the smorgasbord is happening today,” Ravenous sneered, “I’m naturally a heavy eater, and take untold satisfaction from the pleasures of the feast.”
The fox patted his swollen gut, grinned at the host, and belched as he watched him walk away shaking his head. As the fox hiccuped and patted his glorping belly like a drum, the remaining furs eating their food or standing in the food court lines promptly left. Shoppers glanced at him as they walked by, with the hungry ones too repulsed to eat in the same vicinity. With no other mouths for the restaurants to feed, Ravenous became their only priority, working quickly to serve him a constant stream of food.
Gorging to his heart’s contentment, the results of his overeating began bearing fruit. His waistline expanded beyond the boundaries of his seat, squishing against it as he leaned backward. His haunches spread apart to make room for his globular gut, which began piling onto the table, taking up all available space. Rather than placing the food on his belly, Ravenous demanded the servers simply dump everything into his open maw. Arms lazily hanging at his side, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and basked in the hedonistic sensation of being showered with gluttony.
A cornucopia of dishes passed the fox’s lips over the course of an hour. His stomach blorped with each new mouthful, churning fiercely with enough edible refuse to fill a dumpster twice over. In an attempt to adjust himself in his shrinking chair, a loud metallic snap came from underneath him. Without warning, he fell onto his back with a thunderous squelch, groaning with strain as all he had eaten violently shifted around inside him. Dazed from the impact, he rubbed his eyes, watching as a tsunami of white fur loomed over him. Before he could push it back, his massive belly collapsed on top of him, smothering his face and completely pinning him to the floor.
Underneath his sea of sloshing blubber, the fox sloppily grinned, enamored by his massive girth. He blushed as he felt his indigested gorge rub against his face and limbs underneath layers of fur and fat. As his belly sloshed itself off of him, he held it back with both paws to prevent it from enveloping him again. One of the servers, a wolf, ran to his side out of concern.
“Are you alright sir? That looked like a nasty fall.”
“I’m fine, *hic-hilp*. I’m just gunna stay down here, *oorp*, for a bit. Keep bringing the food, I ain’t done yet, hehe, *hic-hilp*.”
Reluctantly looking at each other, the servants had no other choice than to keep feeding him. As the fox continued to grow, he chuckled with delight, feeling his waistline spill further across the floor and watching his mountain of a belly block further view in front of him. His belly grew so vast, two servers went above and beyond their station and volunteered to help push the fox’s belly back. With his paws free to smack and knead his growing blubber, Ravenous reveled in becoming an undulating mass of jello.
After another hour passed, he felt the spell of the monkey bread suddenly lift. The food had stopped coming, and with the compulsion to further gorge gone, the weight of his immense feast hit the fox like a freight train. Letting out a husky belch, he moaned as his stomach burbled with content. The now four servers that helped to prevent it from sloshing on top of him trembled with strain; their limbs and the back of their heads sunk deeply into its cushiony fat.
“*Hic-hilp*, oooh, that’ll, *hic-hilp*, do it. Help me up guys, *bwooorp*, please?”
Acting quick, the two servers moved from the fox’s belly to help lift him off the ground. The weight of his titanic gut nearly fell onto the five of them before two more employees rushed to help, managing to lift Ravenous to an upright position. He had grown taller as a result of his feast, standing a tails length above everyone else. Leaning onto his gut, he sunk into it like he were lying on a giant marshmallow.
Moaning with bliss as he hugged his blorping blubber, Ravenous turned his attention to something prodding his thick waist. The wolf server stood beside him, standing on the tips of his footpaws just to hand over the fox’s plastic card. “Sorry, sir,” he said, “it ran out of funds.”
Ravenous took the card, skimming over the back where the amount of money was listed on it. “*Hic-hilp*, so much for all you, *hoorrp*, can eat,” he flicked the card behind him. “I think I, *hic-hilp*, got all I can out of here, *buurap*, anyway. Thank you everyone, *hic-hilp*, you all deserve a, *hic-hilp*, big raise.”
Waving off to the employees, the fox arched his back, lifted his gut an inch off the ground, and began trudging his way out the mall. Woozy from his feast, it was difficult to keep his balance. His wobbling belly jostled from side to side, sloshing with each heavy step. Shoppers kept their distance just to avoid his belly knocking them over or squishing them against the shop windows. Ravenous couldn’t have been more pleased with himself however; his arms lifted up ample portions of blorping blubber before letting go. Having grown as large as Collin filled him with drunken glee. But being the food and fat obsessed fox that he was, the more he admired his gut, the larger he wanted it to become.
Smiling as he huffed for breath, Ravenous made the long trek across the parking lot. He groaned and chuckled, feeling his indigested gorge flow to the front of his belly, then eb its way back, brushing his chest up to his chin. Protruding several feet outward in front of him, his gut wedged itself between both his parked car and the one next to him. He lifted himself onto his belly just to reach his passenger side door, reaching for the monkey bread container. He grabbed the remaining dessert in his paws before pushing the container off the seat.
“I don’t care what, *hic-hilp*, I eat,” he spoke to the bread, chuckling menacingly. “Make me bigger, make me fatter! I want so much more!”
The fox greedily wolfed down the monkey bread, along with each and every individual crumb that managed to escape his maw. He gave his stomach a few mirthful pats before inching his way out the door, shutting it and backing away from his sandwiched position. Being no longer able to fit in his vehicle was a small price to pay for the fattening of a lifetime. By the time his gorging was done, he’d have to call a towing service to take it home, along with himself.
Furs looked on in discomfort as Ravenous waddled down the city sidewalk, hungrily looking for the next gluttonous opportunity the monkey bread had conjured. They watched as he hiccuped and licked his chops, swinging his belly around just to make slight turns. It slammed into parked cars, lamp poles and buildings, squelching his gorge into a jam with how often he squished against a surface. With each restaurant he passed, he waited a moment for either his gluttonous instincts or the monkey bread’s spell to lure him in. But he kept on walking, giggling in anticipation of how much fatter he’d get.
He walked a few blocks before something of intrigue occurred around the next corner. Cars clogged the entire road with traffic due to something happening at the end of the four way intersection. Waddling his way up, he joined a group of furs behind a police barricade, shocked by what he saw. Three semi trucks carrying tankers were flipped over in the middle of the street from a terrible accident. Each of their tanks were punctured, gradually leaking their contents all over the street.
“I saw it happen you know,” spoke a fur standing beside Ravenous, “not ten minutes ago. Just a freak accident, happened out of nowhere.”
The fox looked on in horror, guilty for what his selfish wish had wrought. “Is…is everyone…okay?”
“Oh yeah, all three drivers are fine, could you believe it? They’re talking with the cop over there.”
Ravenous sighed with relief. “Thank goodness,” he remained curiously fixated on the tanks leaking contents. “Shouldn’t like, *hic-hilp*, the police be closing this area off or something? What is that stuff anyway, doesn’t smell like gas or oil.”
“Good thing it’s not, would be a hell of a thing to clean up. The city struck out with it just being ice cream, soda and chocolate leaking into the sewers.”
Suddenly, Ravenous’ eyes jolted open as elation welled up in his chest. His mind turned to mush thinking about the amorphous mass of fox he’d grow into after draining each tank of all its contents. Without warning, he felt his belly lurch him pass the barricade and toward the truck drivers and cop. The four furs took a step back, startled by the behemoth of orange and white blubber collapsing in front of them.
“Fellas, *hic-hilp*, I want to help,” said the fox.
The group quizzically looked at each other. The cop walked in front of them, “sir, you’re supposed to stay behind the barricade with the other civilians.”
“Please, I could help with the cleanup. Everything from those tanks is pouring out onto the street and making a nasty mess. Just hook up a couple of hoses for me, and I’ll be happy to dispose of it all for you, no charge.”
“What are you saying,” said the cop, “you expect us to believe you could just…eat everything in all those tanks all by yourself?”
“Look at me,” Ravenous stood himself up, clutched the sides of his belly and proudly wobbled it in his paws. “Does this belly look like it can’t handle it? Trust me, I can do it.”
Each of the truck drivers looked at each other. “Well…it beats paying the city to do it, doubt our companies would mind. Just means they don’t pay to dispose of it all themselves I guess.”
The drivers nodded in agreement. “You got yourself a deal fox.”
Ravenous shook each driver's paw before waddling over to the center of each tanker. The drivers did as instructed, hooking up a long hose and handing the nozzle end to the fox. He felt the curse of the monkey bread wash over him again, compelling him to shove each hose in his mouth and clamp down, refusing to let go. Giving the drivers the thumbs up to go ahead, they opened their valves, sending a rush of ice cream, soda and liquid chocolate rushing down each hose. The current of each hose filled the fox’s throat like water pouring out of a dam. The gorge in his stomach parted in two as the three liquids rushed in. Ravenous’ euphoria reached peak levels he never thought possible. The ballooning of his waist and belly happened so quick that within seconds of starting, he jumped onto his stomach just to remain over it and not under it. He sunk into his gut as it spilled outward in every direction, loudly blorping with every inch it grew. Thanking the monkey bread in the back of his mind, he sloppily grinned as his belly began closing in on either side of him.
* * * * *
With no magical pastries to distract him, Collin arrived at Ravenous’ home with no trouble. It took an entire day's rest to sleep off yesterday’s cookie gorge, and the poodle couldn’t have been prouder of the results. Though his jeep fit a lot more snuggly around his waist, he’d never complain over having more belly to heft and hold.
Parking on the driveway, he exited his vehicle, approached the front door and rang the doorbell. He checked the text message he sent to the fox earlier, still not having received a reply. Ravenous always texted him back confirming he’d be down for a good breakfast binge early in the morning. Furthermore, he was taking longer than usual to answer the door compared to yesterday.
The poodle grinned, “he must have had some time with that monkey bread. I just hope he’s left a little for the both of us later.”
Collin held his ear to the door, expecting to hear Ravenous’ sloshing belly glorping down the halls anytime now. When no sound was heard, he wrote the fox another text message, resting his back against the side of the house. Before he could hit send, his ears perked up, hearing the familiar sound of husky hiccups echoing in the distance. Only, it wasn’t coming from within the house, but down the street. Squinting his eyes, Collin saw what looked like an orange parade float, fully inflated and sitting on the back of a long flatbed truck. It wasn’t until it pulled up to the house that he dropped his phone in utter shock.
Cautiously approaching the sidewalk, the poodle stood at the edge of the lawn, looking up at the mountainous blob of orange and white fur. The truck driver undid the harnesses holding the blob down, causing it to avalanche onto the pavement with boisterous sloshing before driving off; the indigested gorge in its belly crashed and collapsed like rubble from a demolished building. As the behemoth of lard spilled onto the lawn in front of him, the drunken face and sprawled body of Ravenous slid into view.
“*Hic-hilp*, I’m back,” said the fox in a husky tone.
The poodle was at a loss for words, mirroring the same stunned expression the fox had when he saw him the previous day. “Rav…did you eat…all of it?”
“Hehe, I sure, *hic-hilp*, did. Oooh, you should have seen me, *hic-hilp*, I just couldn’t stop getting fat. It was amazing. I ended up passing out yesterday, *hic-hilp*, and they were forced to keep me at the impound till I told them where I lived this morning.”
“I expected you to get as big as me, but this…this is…a lot.”
“Envious?” The fox gave his gut a heavy smack, “go on, give it a feel. I know you want to.”
Collin blushed, attempting to hide himself within his flowing neckfloof. Still, the fox was right. As he continued staring at the mountain of lard, the compulsion to interact with it was just too great. Walking to the fox’s side, Collin’s face flushed a brighter red, feeling his belly sink into the fox’s long before he put both paws on it. Pressing himself up against the mound of fur, his limbs and face were completely enveloped by fat, swallowing his chunky arms and reaching to the back of his ears.
Holy huff, he’s so soft, Collin thought to himself. Feeling the poodle press up against his side, Ravenous gave himself another heavy smack. The resulting sloshes caused Collin’s ears to twitch with pleasure; the cacophony of churning was so thick, it felt like he was within the fox’s belly itself. Mounds of oozing fox fat rippled against the poodle’s own large body, causing it to jiggle as well. As he began kneading the fox’s doughy blubber, he felt himself practically melting into his friend, the joy of caressing such copious amounts of fat infatuated him. He only gave himself a few seconds however before stepping back, knowing if he continued playing with all that flab, he’d be stuck there until the afternoon.
Ravenous smugly smiled once Collin’s bashful face came into view. “*Hic-hilp*, enjoyed yourself?”
The poodle ignored the question and averted his gaze, avoiding the temptation to look at the fox’s girth. “S-so, what now? I guess you’ll want to…sleep all that off then huh?”
“And turn down breakfast? Nuh uh, I’ve been waiting for this since, *hic-hilp*, yesterday. I’ll have them deliver it. You got a lot of catching up to do after all.”
The thought of being a towering blob like the fox made Collin huff through his nostrils. From the corner of his eye he watched as Ravenous bobbed up and down on his waterbed of a belly, entirely at its undulating mercy. He could imagine the sheer mass of indigested gorge that sloshed against his innards, and the pleasurable inner belly massage it must have provided. Feeling each roll, lovehandle, bulge and fatty layer wobble like pudding with every hiccup sent his head in a whirl. The pleasure he felt from his gorge yesterday was great, but by the look of the fox, it was a fraction of what he had experienced yesterday thanks to eating the entire half of the monkey bread.
It couldn’t be helped now, the fair was over and the mysterious feline baker who provided the bread had gone with it. Had his mind not been dulled by gluttony after first eating the bread, he’d have hunted the cat down and bought some more. Collin wasn’t upset though. After months of not seeing Ravenous, he was more than happy to provide him the time of his life yesterday.
Belated birthday gift for my bud theravenousfox .
After months of being on tour, Ravenous the fox is happy to finally be home and spend some time with his fat poodle friend, Collin. The poodle brings him a curious dessert, which he promises will help the fox grow just as huge and fat as himself.
This was a long one x3. An 8k word story. Along with currently having a cold, it took longer to finish than I wanted, but I'm glad it's here :3. Love you Rav 💖, and thank you so much again for the B Day gift you did for me.
After months of being on tour, Ravenous the fox is happy to finally be home and spend some time with his fat poodle friend, Collin. The poodle brings him a curious dessert, which he promises will help the fox grow just as huge and fat as himself.
This was a long one x3. An 8k word story. Along with currently having a cold, it took longer to finish than I wanted, but I'm glad it's here :3. Love you Rav 💖, and thank you so much again for the B Day gift you did for me.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 120 x 120px
This story was incredible Collin!!! Thank you so much for the gift. 8k words is well above and beyond what I was expecting, but the effort was so worth it. <3
Yay :3, happy you liked it ❤️. I'm surprised it ended up being so long x3, but it was a pleasure
Rav is so lucky to have such a caring friend. I wish anything i got in my christmas stocking was half as amazing as that monkey bread!
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