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The Phantom of The Restaurant [Force Feeding Story]
Liz, a chubby goat gal, buys a new restaurant, only to later find out that the said restaurant is haunted by a ghost that loves to feed furs to their bursting point.
Another sequel to Force Feeding a Jerk Boss and Force Feeding a Lion in a Compression Suit Don't have to read them first, but it does provide some context.
Liz walked down the hallway of the restaurant. She was in one of its many backrooms, closely following the restaurant’s owner to his office.
Now Liz was a goat gal, with short horns rounded on the sides of her head, poking out from her curly hair. She was far shorter than most, standing well under five feet tall. She had a bit of a pot belly on her, which stood out pretty well against the button up shirt she wore. She knew she was chubby, heck, she would even call herself downright fat. Being plus-sized, she didn’t take much notice of other furs that happened to be overweight. But, walking behind the restaurant’s owner, it was impossible for her not to gawk at how fat, terribly obese he was.
The owner was a horse going by the name of Ted. In the narrow halls of the backrooms the width of his ass softly scraped against both walls. His booty, threatening to rip right through his pants with every other step, looked like two two gigantic spheres, softly jiggling as the fat rippled back and forth. His back arched outwards, pillowing out on the top of his ass like a garbage bag filled with water. Even through the sports jacket he wore, deep fat folds and creases could easily be seen, etched into the blobby canvas that was his back.
Ted turned in the hallway, grunting as he started to press his belly into a doorway. His midsection was so impossibly wide and bulbous, he didn’t even bother trying to button up the front of his jacket. He wore what must have been a size XXXXXXXXL white T-shirt, which even then was too small for him. The bottom of his brown belly was plainly seen, sagging out from the bottom of his hem, softly scrapping along the front of his privates as he walked. Ted reached down, sighing as he used his paws to squeeze together the sides of his tummy, compressing it just enough so he could waddle through the door. “Nufff…Gahh…my office is in here.” He said, sounding a little shy as he made it in.
Liz really couldn’t help but feel bad for the horse. She tried her best to keep a poker face, not wanting to show any emotion, lest she make him feel even worse about his weight. She put on a decent enough smile, as she followed Ted into the room. She made sure to close the door behind her, knowing that the business they were about to discuss was best kept in private.
Ted sighed as he pulled his chair back at least three feet, and sat down at front of his desk. The front of his belly bunged up against the corner of his desk, some of his fat spilling over across some papers he had laid out. “Well, I guess we should just cut straight to why we’re here.” He said. His fat cheeks jiggled, and his double chins bunched up, rubbing against each other as the horse spoke. Though even then, every word he said was clear and defined, Ted clearly had practice, projecting his speech through all of the weight bogging him down.
He reached across his desk, the fat from his arm nearly sagging all the way down to the surface of the table top, bunching up some of his documents. He picked up a binder, opened it to a specific page, and handed it over to Liz. “I have the appropriate papers there.”
“Thank you.” Liz said with a polite head nod. She did her best not to stare at Ted too much, worried about accidentally offending the morbidly obese horse. ‘He’s the second fattest fur I know,’ Liz thought with a bit of a snort laugh, ‘Though he is still leagues thinner than Lyle’ She licked her lips, thinking of the fat lion she had personally made immobile. Though her small smile completely wavered as she read the terms of the papers in her paw. She looked back up to Ted, raising an eyebrow. “A-Are you sure these numbers are correct?”
“Yes.” Ted said, rubbing his fat neck, which was broader than his head. “That's the price I’d be willing to sell at. Is it too high for your liking?”
“N-no. I’m sorry If there has been any confusion. I plan on buying your restaurant outright, and making it into a Snappy Sally’s location.” She said, putting on a smile.
“Oh yes I’m aware of that.” Ted said matter of factly, matching Liz’s smile with one of his own.
The goat blinked in surprise. “W-well these numbers, they’re so low.” She started to shake her head back and forth, groaning. “I know I’m not supposed to say that in a business deal, but you’re selling your restaurant well below market value, you are aware of that right?”
Ted giggled, nodding his head, making his sea of double chins rub and jiggle against each other. “Yes, to be honest I just want to get rid of it. I’ve already made more than enough from running the place to retire easy and young. I try to not be a greedy man, so I’m not asking much” He said, as some restrained excitement leaked through his words. He started to lean forward, making his belly bulge up even more on the corner of his desk. Some sweat started to leak down his bulbous cheeks, and protruding forehead. He looked anxious to have the deal done, overly anxious somehow.
Liz knew something wasn't right, but she couldn’t put her paw on it. She already had all of the checks in place, she knew the restaurant was structurally sound, and was in a very good location for business. After some thought, she brushed away her worries. “Okay, I’ll sign right now then.” She said as she picked up a pen, and jotted her full name on the dotted line.
Ted looked down, shaking with joy, making all of his fat wobble and jostle on his wide figure. He smiled, making his fat cheeks bunched on the sides of his face. After Liz was done writing, he reached over to shake her paws. “A pleasure doing business with you. I’m happy to know my restaurant will be in good paws. With you being the fortunate new owner ” He giggled, looking happy, and somewhat relieved, as he stood back up from his desk, grunting as he had to push against all of his weight to stand up.
“Thank you for selling.” Liz sighed, instantly taking on a more casual tone, now knowing that the deal was done . “I’ll work right away on having the funds transferred over.” She said, standing up with Ted, and already mentally planning all that had to be done with her new location.
“Although, one thing I must add, it is barely possible you may hear of a ghost, a phantom of the restaurant.” Ted said, sighing with relief as he started for the door, holding it open for Liz.
The goat blinked in surprise, letting out a bit of a nervous laugh as she walked through the doorway, looking over her shoulder to Ted. “What?” She spat out, legitimately not knowing how to respond.
“A ghost, a spirit that haunts this restaurant. He never shows up during the day, I suppose he lurks underground, waiting till nightfall so that he can inhabit the kitchen once again.” Ted said, putting on a serious, yet slightly playful tone as he spoke.
“Hehe, oh you’re kidding.” Liz giggled, figuring this was a joke. “Please, I’m not a child.” She chuckled, brushing it off.
“I’m being serious.” Ted said, lowering his playful inflections a tad. “The ghost takes on the form of a playful dog. Now, with the spirit here, the restaurant will succeed, he promised me that himself.” The horse spoke as if he was reading from scripture, using a monotone voice as he described the phantom. “The only caveat, the ghost requires one fur to stay overnight. Under the watch of the moon, the ghost will feed said fur to their limit, and then some. The spirit will not be satisfied unless the fur is rendered immobile by the end of the night, their belly nearly bursting from all of the food stuffed down their gullet.”
Liz started to ease up, laughing herself as she realized that Ted must have been just joking. “Hehe, okay, I’ll be sure to send my worst employee overnight, to keep the spirit happy.” She laughed, putting on her best fake smile as she exited the restaurant, and headed for her car parked outside .
Ted nodded his head, he could see Liz didn’t believe him, but he didn’t care too much. He was no longer the owner, it was her problem, not his.
One Week later
Liz rubbed her eyes, reaching over to take a sip from her coffee cup, as she stood outside in the cold, bitter night air. She stood in front of her newly purchased restaurant. She was watching over some hired hands, as they changed the sign of the place. She viewed in increasing joy as each of the letters were swapped, and the name ‘Snappy Sally’s’ was erected on the roof of the building. She smiled, seeing the last letter being put in place, now truly knowing that is was her restaurant.
“Thank you all for your hard work. Stop by this place when we’re officially open, I’ll be sure your first meal is free.” She giggled, making the construction workers blush slightly, as they started their way back down. She walked underneath one of the ladders, stepped over a discarded letter from the old name, and entered her new location.
“AHHHwwwuuGghhh!” A corgi girl, going by the name of Sarah, yawned out, a few tears welting from the corner of her eyes as she scanned the papers before her.
Liz had walked in, smiling as she sat her coffee cup down, and put a hand on the corgi’s back. “You can make your way home now, You’ve been here far too late as it is.” She said with a grin.
“Are you sure?” Sarah sighed, sounding as if she would pass out on the spot. “There’s still so much that needs to be done. I mean, tomorrow is the grand opening.” She groaned, motioning to all of the papers before her.
“All stuff that can be done by me, or at the very least at a later date.” Liz giggled, gently pulling Sarah up by her shoulders. “Please, go home and get some sleep. You’ve been working for ten hours as it is.”
“And you’ve been working since seven this morning.” Sarah giggled, as she slowly walked to the door, already starting to pull her keys from her pocket.
“I’m the owner, you’re just the manager. I’m doomed to work the long shift.” Liz giggled, putting on an exaggerated voice as she saw Sarah out.
They waved goodbye, as the corgi climbed into her car, and started to drive away. Liz looked around her, seeing that the construction workers had already left, leaving her alone at the store. She looked down to check her wrist watch. “Golly, It is getting late, oh well, just a few more things I gotta do.” She moaned, rubbing her eyes again, as she stepped back inside.
Grabbing her coffee cup, she walked into the main kitchen area. Fryers, ovens, stoves, the place had it all. There was a small army of coffee makers on one corner, all in the name of satisfying caffeine addicts during the morning rush. Liz walked her way to the back, to where all of the freezers were. She opened up the doors, seeing all of the stock she had in the walk-ins.
There were boxes and boxes, and more boxes on top of that. All of them filled to the brim with frozen food, ready to be prepared for a good many gluttonous customers. Crinkle cut and waffle fries, occupying twenty of the crates by themselves. Some filled up with sausages, others with breaded chicken strips and filets. Though the vast majority of the boxes were that, holding in a vast surplus, a seemingly endless supply of Burgers patties. There must have been two tons of beef alone in the freezer, taking up at least a quarter of the inside. Liz looked around, nodding to herself, already thinking of how quickly all of the food would be sold.
“Hehe, I bet there isn’t enough here to last us a week.” She giggled, as she turned, grunting as she made sure the heavy freezer door closed behind her. She started back out of the kitchen, satisfied yet again that everything was ready for tomorrow. She softly scraped her paws along the stainless steel table tops, as she made her way for the exit. Only to have the door slammed shut in her face.
KERTHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDD!
With an almost deafening thud, the double doors to the kitchen snapped shut, swinging on their hinges faster than lightning as they closed. The bolt of the doors instantly locked as well.
Liz stopped on a dime, looking up with a confused expression at the exit. “What the…?” She gasped as she tried the lock, only to see that she couldn’t turn it at all. It almost felt like the bolt had been glued closed, she couldn’t twist it a bit.
“FINALLY, After so long you’re back, Ted!” A voice sprang from the back of the room, it sounded like it was being played through an old vinyl record. Liz jumped, turning back, seeing the freezer doors opened wide, with someone in their entryway.
“Such a naughty stud you are, hiding from me for more than a week.” The guy said, chuckling to himself slightly. “Oh, I can’t be too mad at such a handsome blob as yourself. We will have to make up for all that lost time though.” He said with a giggle, as he backed out of the freezer, not seeming to walk as he exited, effortlessly carrying three boxes of burger patties in one hand, and five crates of frozen fries in the other. As he turned around, he seemed to jump as he finally looked over to see Liz. “y-you’re not my chubby Ted, who are you?” He asked, surprised as he made his way over to the fryers.
“Um…sir you’re not supposed to be back here.” Liz said, trying her best to remain calm as she addressed the intruder. She started to walk towards him. As she drew closer, she could make out more of him. Seeing that it was a canine, with a small snout, and a very light blond hide on him. He was razor thin, making it all the more shocking to her he was able to lift the heavy boxes with such ease. Still too far away from him to stop what he was doing, she helplessly watched as he started up the first fryer, tore the tape off two of the boxes of fries, and dumped them all into the quickly boiling batch of oil.
“HEY! You’re gonna have to pay for that!” She grunted, instantly getting madder, seeing her stock be destroyed. She quicken her pace, only to watch the dog dump the other three boxes of fries into another fryer, quickly cooking them as well.
“Hehe, oh please, the customers I’ll send over tomorrow will more than make up for it.” He giggled, as he looked over, raising an eyebrow at the quickly approaching goat. “I guess Ted had to be somewhere else tonight, how sad.” He said with a bit of a pout. “Though you will do quite nicely for the night.” He giggled, seeing the small gut Liz was carrying with her.
“Ted no longer owns this place, I bought it a few weeks ago. Look, I don’t know what arrangements he made with you when he was the owner, but you’re gonna have to beat it now.” She grunted, getting mad as Hell. Though, as soon as she stepped around one table edge, and finally got a good up close look at the intruder, her anger dropped, instantly being replaced with that of restrained horror.
“W-What…WHAT!” She gasped, reeling back as she lost her footing, accidently falling on her ass as her eyes opened wide in surprise. The canine had no feet, he had no legs either for that matter. His body was just the top half, leading down from his torso was a ghastly swirl. Almost like the body of a snake, starting out just as wide as his hips, only to end on a point almost as small as a needle. And even then, the swirl didn’t even touch the ground, curling back upwards just a tad, leaving the canine levitating above the floor.
“WHAT!” The figure asked, more shocked than Liz, he turned around from the grill station, already having all of the patties out to cook. “TED IS NO LONGER HERE!” He almost seemed to cry. “But I loved that fat hunk of man.” He moaned, curling his paws to his chest as he looked up to the ceiling. “Oh well, I suppose all good things must come to an end.” He sighed, turning bad to flip some of the burgers, using his bare paws, which miraculously weren’t getting burned at all. “I thought he was just joking when he said he was leaving.” He mumbled to himself.
Liz stared up at the dog in growing shock and horror. The more she looked at him, the more she became aware of the fact he was ever so slightly transparent. She could see the grill on the other side of him, almost as if looking through a fogged up window. She grunted, reaching up to use the edge of the table, getting back to her feet. “Y…y…you’re…t-the ghost?” she grunted out, refusing to believe that this was all happening.
A sly smile ripped on the spirit's face. “The one and only. The name’s Erik by the way.” He said, giggling slightly as he reached into the fryer, breaking up the fries with his bare paws, the boiling oil having no effect on him. He turned back, eyeing Liz yet again. “In case you don’t know already, I’ll give you the rundown. As long as I have someone to feed every night, I’ll make sure this place has more customers than every other restaurant on the block combined. Though if you do not provide me with a feedee, then I’ll make sure this restaurant gets less customers than the morgue.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out as he started to turn down the temperature on the fryers, seeing the fries were nearly done. “Just a lil thing I can do as a ghost.” He beamed, enjoying the complete power he had.
Liz couldn’t believe it, refusing to believe it, even as the smell of the frying food started to fill the air. Steam lifted up from the flap top, as the burgers sizzled to perfection. Erik had filled up the entire surface of the grill, no fewer than two hundred patties were there, now all cooked through and through. The dog turned off the cookers, knowing that they were all now ready for serving. He then walked over to the fries, reached right into the oil to pull a few of them out, with a smile he turned the fryers off as well. “Everything is cooked.” He giggled, as he grabbed a metal tray from an overhead rack, and quickly started to fill it up with the food.
He grabbed pawfulls of the patties and fries, pushing them all onto the tray, making a small mountain of food on it. Enough food to easily feed ten furs, and it wasn’t even a tenth of what he had prepared. “I don’t bother with buns or toppings, as long as the meat is good that’s all you need.” He giggled, as he searched through a few drawers, before pulling out some salt and pepper. “Gotta be sure to season it though.” He chuckled. He looked at the ray, and then gave a nod, as he turned back to face Liz. “Time to eat!” He cried out, an expression of pure joy washed over his face, as he started to hover towards the goat.
Liz blinked in surprise, as she cautiously backed away. “N-no” She gasped out, sounding unsure of her own pleas. “I-um-you expect me to eat all of that?” she gasped, looking at the smorgasbord of food Erik had. She gulped, just now realizing the true danger she was in.
The canine raised an eyebrow, looking surprised for a second, before a devilish, playfully sinister smile crossed his face. “Oh my…It’s been so long since I’ve had a good force feeding.” He gasped, biting his bottom lip, as a blush showed on his cheeks.
Liz helplessly watched as Erik pulled even closer to her. Her shot nerves left her legs useless, it wasn't until she could feel the heat radiating from the tray of food that she snapped out of it, and tried to book it.
“NO!” She gasped out, her cries echoing throughout the empty kitchen. She quickly turned, making one purposful step forward to behind running, and then her body was frozen stiff. She grunted, reacting as if punched in the gun as her feet were glued to the ground, her torso stiffened up, and her arms went lax on the side of her body. “W-what…how?” She asked in a hushed whisper, as her body stood still like a statue, leaving only her head mobile.
“I never had to be very forceful with Ted. He tried to deny it, of course, but I always saw him blush. The corners of his mouth softly flick up as I stuffed him with countless burgers and fries.” Erik giggled, picking up the first patty from the tray. “He never did fight back much, it’s gonna be fun, having someone so,” He paused, as he let out a soft moan, “unwilling.”
“W-WAIT PLEMUffUgghgLlrrGGhGG!” She gasped out, her cries being cut short, as the first burger was forced past her lips. She gagged, feeling the greasy spong that was the patty rub against her tongue, as it inched its way closer to the back of her throat.
Erik kept pushing from there, using his ghostly abilities to full effect. Parts of his paw passed through Liz’s lips, ensuring that he was able to press the patty all the way in, until it was partially down Liz’s throat. Tears welted out of the sides of the goat’s eyes, as her breathing was partially blocked from the beef. She grunted, quickly gulping down the burger, and taking in a much needed, sharp breath of air. In which, Erik swiftly forced a pawful of fries into the back of her maw, pushing them in so far again that she was forced to swallow a second time.
From then on, Erik never slowed down. Quickly grabbing pawful after pawful of fried, calories filled food, and pushing it all down Liz’s mouth. The ghost’s blush burned bright, as he forcibly fed every morsel to the goat. Laughing as he watched her pathetically moan, squirming even through her paralysis. Even with her arms locked at her sides, her fingers rapidly rocked back and forth, grabbing all other her shirt and pants, as if she thought grabbing onto something would allow her to pull herself out of the feeding frenzy.
“Hehe, you’re eating it like such a good girl. Really living up to the reputation I heard of you goats.” Erik giggled. He reached down, rubbing Liz’s neck, feeling the food slide down her throat. He looked down, so far her belly was not noticeably bigger. He sighed, as he rubbed a bit of her pudge, perfectly molding her tummy with his paws. “Ted was always such a good eater, he always managed to scarf down everything I gave to him, I wonder if you’ll survive the night.” He said, his voice cutting like a knife through Liz’s already shot nerves.
She panted, as her throat was clogged up yet again. Wheezing as she gulped down the globs and small mounds of food in her maw. She whimpered, feeling thick rivers of grease run down her throat. Splashes of grease coated every inch of her maw, drenching her taste buds in the unrelenting, inescapable taste of burgers and fries, fried to caloric-perfection.
Still trying to push some sparse words of protest, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if she would be able to scream someone would hear her and some to help. Though she never had enough time to even start to speak, let alone scream. Every time her mouth emptied, and she took in a sharp breath of air, another pawfull of soggy fried food was thrusted into her gullet, gagging her yet again on its greasiness. More tears fell from her eyes as she tried her best to move her arms, which were still pinned to her sides by some unseen force. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move her feet, only pathetically wiggle her legs back and forth above her knees.
She wanted to believe that this wasn’t real, she desperately wanted to think that she had fallen asleep at her desk, and this was some horrible nightmare, brought on from overwork. But, one sensation slowly creeped across her nerves, her eyes opened even wider in all out fear and panic, as she quickly realized that this couldn’t be a dream. Her eyes darted downwards, red lines etched all across them, as she helplessly watched her belly finally start to inch outwards.
All of the food collected in her stomach, quickly filling it up after the first few pawfulls, and making it stretch outwards from then on. Her tummy softly creaked outwards, expanding slightly as the food packed on inside of her body. Liz tried even harder to scream, though still only managed to mumble a few incoherent noises. She groaned, feeling all of the heavy grease literally weigh her down. She felt sick, forced to chow down on all of the fattening food.
“Hehe, you’re starting to get fatter now.” Erik giggled, laughing like a schoolgirl as he started to rub his right paw all across Liz’s belly, feeling for the subtle gurgles and groans, as it digested the heavy load. He moaned again, pushing another pound's worth of beef past the goat’s lips, as he felt her stomach subtly grow outwards.
Liz looked up to the spirit with pitiful eyes, hoping against hope that he would stop soon. She groaned, feeling the first signs of indigestion rip across her tummy. There were literal liters of grease sitting in the base of her stomach now, sending her digestive system into havoc.
GGGrrgLLerrrgGRRrggRRR!
Liz’s belly cried out, much louder than she could ever hope to scream. The front of her shirt started to strain against her growing belly, a few creases being pulled taut as her clothing quickly grew too small for her figure. Her tummy stood out a good few inches more than it did before, leaving her midsection perky from how stuffed it was.
“One down, as many as I say left to go.” Erik laughed, now holding an empty tray, the only thing left on it was traces of grease, salt, and pepper. Liz successfully getting through the first round of food, mostly unharmed. The ghost wafted back to the grills and fryers, quickly collecting another batch of patties and fries.
“Ughhhh…HUUFFFFF!” Liz gasped, her throat freed finally after the minutes of forced feeding. “HEEEEEEEEELP….HEEEEEEEEEEEElP MEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEEEEEAASSSEEEEEEEE! HELP ME PLEASE.” She screamed out, instantly straining her vocal cords as she cried out her pleas, louder than even she herself thought possible. She darted her eyes all around the room, still the only part of her figure she could move freely.
Erik stifled a giggle, his whole figure bobbed up and down as a hearty laugh exploded out of his mouth. “HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He sounded out, making his own voice sound like it was being played over a hundred speakers, each and every one of them set to the max volume.
Liz stopped her screaming, looking back at Erik with an even more horrified look, tears still springing from her eyes, as her stomach gurgled on.
“HeheheheeheheHAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Erik laughed out, sounding like a mad man, as he continued filling the tray for the next batch of food. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing you, my dear. I have many checks in place to make sure we’re not done till I say we are.” He licked his lips as another small mountain of food quickly grew on the tray. Finally, as the metal started to warp underneath all of the weight, he floated back over to Liz.
“Please…I’ll-MMuuFFff!” She whimpered, more tears welting from her eyes as she felt her throat strain again. Her lungs were deprived of oxygen as her airways were completely blocked by beef, fries, and ounces of grease clogging up her windpipe. She grunted, her eyes falling closed as she strained to gulp down all of the food, knowing it was the only way she would be allowed to breathe. Her neck bulged outward by inches, a bowling ball sized bulge worked its way from the start of her throat, all the way down till it reached her stomach. After that, Liz would take in a strained breath of air, only to have her breathing immediately blocked with another assault of food, starting the process over.
GGGrrGGGRrllGGRrRRRllRRR!
Her stomach grew to the size of a beach ball, only growing even wider as more food was forced into it. The sides of her abdomen spilling outwards in all directions, filling up what little free space there was in the goat’s body. The front of her belly only grew more and more. What used to be centimeters quickly grew into inches along the poor girl’s waistline. The front of her dress bowed out even more. Her poor clothes strained hard against her growing figure, it looked as if she had three pillows stuffed underneath her shirt. And, with one more labored gurgled from her stomach, her belly finally started to poke out from the bottom of her hem. The bottom of her white furred tummy poked out like a furry balloon, taut with pounds and pounds and pounds of greasy food.
Liz’s eyes went crossed, as she lost track of time, the only thing she was conscious of being the sea of food being sent down her throat. She pouted, whining as she tried her best to fight back. After the dozen of burgers she ate, and hundreds of fries, her stomach started to grow painfully tight. The sides of her abdomen groaned in protest, as they started to really stretch out from the mountain of food. Her taste buds were completely ruined from all of the grease and salt, all of the food that touched her lips now tasted like licking the bottom of a frying pan. Her face went green, as she felt nauseous from it all.
GGGRRrbbUUURrbBBLElGGRrrrggGRrgG!
Her stomach cried out, sounding like rusty hinges on a heavy door. Her tummy ache grew more and more, as her stomach was thrown deeper and deeper into a losing battle. Her digestive system couldn’t hope to keep up with the unrelenting torrent of food being sent its way. Letting out a small symphony of groans, gurgles, and rumbles. Liz’s case of indigestion quickly grew right alongside her belly, giving her a tummy ache she wouldn’t even wish on her worst enemy.
BBoooWwwUrurblllrGGUURrgLLRFGggRRRrgggRggRR!
More tears welted from her eyes as she melt her stomach muscles contract and spaz out from the indigestion. She moaned, tensing up as her belly felt worse by the second. “MmmHmmmmmm” She managed to whine out, in between mouthfuls of fries.
“Awwwww…is the whittle bitty girl getting a tummy ache?” Erik giggled, his blush burning even brighter. He used the base of his ghostly swirl appendage to gently rub Liz’s belly, showing at least some mercy. “Don’t worry. See.” He giggled, turning the tray over to show that it was empty, signaling that she just got done with round two. “You’re doing such a good job, I bet we’re a quarter of the way through now.” He said, managing to sound reassuring, and completely dominating in just one sentence.
Liz’s eyes grew larger, more tears falling down her cheeks. She wanted to say something, now that her mouth was free again, but all that came out was an incoherent set of mumbles and moans. She looked down, seeing her belly stand out in front of her by seven inches, her shirt halfway rode up on her massive orb of a midsection. She tensed up, as yet another wave of pain hit her from her growing tummy ache.
GGGRrrGGGRrlGGGWaAGGGRrllGGgRrGggRrrr!
She looked up, just in time to watch Erik hover back towards her with yet another overfilled tray of food. A cry for help rose up from her lungs, only to die halfway up her throat as her mouth was clogged up with another sopping burger patty bogged down with grease.
One hour later
“Auughh--AWwuaghhhga-Gaahhhh-p-p-please…make it stop!” Liz cried out, her eyes red from how much she was crying. Drool dripped down from her mouth, her cheeks were puffy from how bad of a state she was in.
Before Liz, her belly stood out like a monument to overeating itself. Her tummy stood a grand three feet out from her figure, every single inch brought on from the small ocean of food and grease now resting in her stomach. Her shirt had now completely rode up her body, leaving her belly completely exposed, as it sat on her breasts like a crop top.
Her belly stood taller than two feet, making the top of it lightly press into the bottom of her breast, making them bow up. Liz’s back arched inwards by several inches, making Liz shudder as small waves of pain started to rip across her spine. There were several deep creases along her hips and thighs, from where her hide was pulled taut.
Dozens and dozens of stretch marks ripped their way across Liz’s belly. Some of them red, most purple, giving the goat a rather gnarly set of tiger stripes. Her tummy itself now had a bit of a red hue to it, visualizing how painfully tight the pressure was now inside of her figure.
Liz now sat on the floor, gently rubbing the sides of her aching belly with her paws. Erik being nice enough to her to let her sit, and have use of her limbs again. She whimpered, closing her eyes in pain as another tummy ache rocked her figure, hitting her body like a shock wave. She had leaned forward, resting the base of her chin on her bloated, overfed belly. Crying and whining more from how bad the pain was.
GGRRrGGgguurgrlLGGRRRWaaarargbGGGRggGGRRRrr!
“I-It hurts so bad.” She gasped out, working against her ready to burst belly to sound her pleas. Her stomach was now so utterly filled with food it was tortuous. The sides of her abdomen had expanded out into every other corner of her body, pressing hard into her other organs. Her lungs were especially compressed by her boulder of a stomach, making breathing excruciating to the goat. The walls of her stomach were pulled, stretched out to be thinner than paper. Liz cried even harder, feeling as if she had a thousand knives stabbing her on the inside. She tried to be careful with her breathing, afraid if she took too sharp a breath her poor belly would burst on the spot.
Erik warped his ghostly figure to caress every inch of Liz’s body. Gently petting her belly, providing her with some much needed belly rubs. But still, even as nice as he was acting, the same sinister smile was present on his ever blushing face.
“You did so good for a first timer.” He moaned, looking back to see that the grills and fryers were now all empty. But, with a menacing chuckle, he brought one more beef patty up from behind Liz’s rear. “Just one more, and I’ll leave you be.”
Liz’s eyes went wide with terror. She gasped, trying desperately to scoot along the floor, kicking her feet on the tiles to get away, still moving carefully as even more rips of pain etched into every inch of her now massive figure.
“Oh-I just love watching fat furs squirm.” Erik gushed, getting real close to Liz’s side to hold the patty right in front of her face.
“P-please, I’m going to burst…Gaahh…I-I can’t stand it. I’m gonna explode.” She gasped out, in between her cries. She started to say something else, but then the burger was thrusted into her maw full force, gagging her for the last time that night. “MMFfuGGhagGGGFFF!”
GGGRrUUGRRRRRgggrrRRRgggllAgGRRwrwgagFRggGG!
Liz bit on her bottom lip, grunting as she held even tighter to the surface of her belly. Wrapping her legs around the base of her terribly big tummy. Whining as every second ripped an even worse sensation of pain across her figure.
Erik smiled, seeing the fruits of his labor pay off. He started to float back, drifting across the floor to the freezer from which he came. “While it is sad to see Ted leave, it is nice to know I have another good feedee in you. Just keep coming by every night, and your restaurant will be a success. It's the least I can do for making you eat so much.” He giggled, as he quickly floated through the freezer’s door. Laying down to rest yet again, leaving Liz all alone
"D-don't move to much...g-g-gonna pop. I-I Can't...I...I'm gonna fucking burst...I-i-it hurts so bad." Liz cried out, rivers of tears flowing down her cheeks, as she held onto her belly.
She whined, groaning and crying as she rubbed all over her belly, desperately trying to relive her aching tummy. Her figure only continued to let out an ocean of distressed digesting sounds as it worked away on the food. A state of being she would have to endure for the rest of the night.
Another sequel to Force Feeding a Jerk Boss and Force Feeding a Lion in a Compression Suit Don't have to read them first, but it does provide some context.
Liz walked down the hallway of the restaurant. She was in one of its many backrooms, closely following the restaurant’s owner to his office.
Now Liz was a goat gal, with short horns rounded on the sides of her head, poking out from her curly hair. She was far shorter than most, standing well under five feet tall. She had a bit of a pot belly on her, which stood out pretty well against the button up shirt she wore. She knew she was chubby, heck, she would even call herself downright fat. Being plus-sized, she didn’t take much notice of other furs that happened to be overweight. But, walking behind the restaurant’s owner, it was impossible for her not to gawk at how fat, terribly obese he was.
The owner was a horse going by the name of Ted. In the narrow halls of the backrooms the width of his ass softly scraped against both walls. His booty, threatening to rip right through his pants with every other step, looked like two two gigantic spheres, softly jiggling as the fat rippled back and forth. His back arched outwards, pillowing out on the top of his ass like a garbage bag filled with water. Even through the sports jacket he wore, deep fat folds and creases could easily be seen, etched into the blobby canvas that was his back.
Ted turned in the hallway, grunting as he started to press his belly into a doorway. His midsection was so impossibly wide and bulbous, he didn’t even bother trying to button up the front of his jacket. He wore what must have been a size XXXXXXXXL white T-shirt, which even then was too small for him. The bottom of his brown belly was plainly seen, sagging out from the bottom of his hem, softly scrapping along the front of his privates as he walked. Ted reached down, sighing as he used his paws to squeeze together the sides of his tummy, compressing it just enough so he could waddle through the door. “Nufff…Gahh…my office is in here.” He said, sounding a little shy as he made it in.
Liz really couldn’t help but feel bad for the horse. She tried her best to keep a poker face, not wanting to show any emotion, lest she make him feel even worse about his weight. She put on a decent enough smile, as she followed Ted into the room. She made sure to close the door behind her, knowing that the business they were about to discuss was best kept in private.
Ted sighed as he pulled his chair back at least three feet, and sat down at front of his desk. The front of his belly bunged up against the corner of his desk, some of his fat spilling over across some papers he had laid out. “Well, I guess we should just cut straight to why we’re here.” He said. His fat cheeks jiggled, and his double chins bunched up, rubbing against each other as the horse spoke. Though even then, every word he said was clear and defined, Ted clearly had practice, projecting his speech through all of the weight bogging him down.
He reached across his desk, the fat from his arm nearly sagging all the way down to the surface of the table top, bunching up some of his documents. He picked up a binder, opened it to a specific page, and handed it over to Liz. “I have the appropriate papers there.”
“Thank you.” Liz said with a polite head nod. She did her best not to stare at Ted too much, worried about accidentally offending the morbidly obese horse. ‘He’s the second fattest fur I know,’ Liz thought with a bit of a snort laugh, ‘Though he is still leagues thinner than Lyle’ She licked her lips, thinking of the fat lion she had personally made immobile. Though her small smile completely wavered as she read the terms of the papers in her paw. She looked back up to Ted, raising an eyebrow. “A-Are you sure these numbers are correct?”
“Yes.” Ted said, rubbing his fat neck, which was broader than his head. “That's the price I’d be willing to sell at. Is it too high for your liking?”
“N-no. I’m sorry If there has been any confusion. I plan on buying your restaurant outright, and making it into a Snappy Sally’s location.” She said, putting on a smile.
“Oh yes I’m aware of that.” Ted said matter of factly, matching Liz’s smile with one of his own.
The goat blinked in surprise. “W-well these numbers, they’re so low.” She started to shake her head back and forth, groaning. “I know I’m not supposed to say that in a business deal, but you’re selling your restaurant well below market value, you are aware of that right?”
Ted giggled, nodding his head, making his sea of double chins rub and jiggle against each other. “Yes, to be honest I just want to get rid of it. I’ve already made more than enough from running the place to retire easy and young. I try to not be a greedy man, so I’m not asking much” He said, as some restrained excitement leaked through his words. He started to lean forward, making his belly bulge up even more on the corner of his desk. Some sweat started to leak down his bulbous cheeks, and protruding forehead. He looked anxious to have the deal done, overly anxious somehow.
Liz knew something wasn't right, but she couldn’t put her paw on it. She already had all of the checks in place, she knew the restaurant was structurally sound, and was in a very good location for business. After some thought, she brushed away her worries. “Okay, I’ll sign right now then.” She said as she picked up a pen, and jotted her full name on the dotted line.
Ted looked down, shaking with joy, making all of his fat wobble and jostle on his wide figure. He smiled, making his fat cheeks bunched on the sides of his face. After Liz was done writing, he reached over to shake her paws. “A pleasure doing business with you. I’m happy to know my restaurant will be in good paws. With you being the fortunate new owner ” He giggled, looking happy, and somewhat relieved, as he stood back up from his desk, grunting as he had to push against all of his weight to stand up.
“Thank you for selling.” Liz sighed, instantly taking on a more casual tone, now knowing that the deal was done . “I’ll work right away on having the funds transferred over.” She said, standing up with Ted, and already mentally planning all that had to be done with her new location.
“Although, one thing I must add, it is barely possible you may hear of a ghost, a phantom of the restaurant.” Ted said, sighing with relief as he started for the door, holding it open for Liz.
The goat blinked in surprise, letting out a bit of a nervous laugh as she walked through the doorway, looking over her shoulder to Ted. “What?” She spat out, legitimately not knowing how to respond.
“A ghost, a spirit that haunts this restaurant. He never shows up during the day, I suppose he lurks underground, waiting till nightfall so that he can inhabit the kitchen once again.” Ted said, putting on a serious, yet slightly playful tone as he spoke.
“Hehe, oh you’re kidding.” Liz giggled, figuring this was a joke. “Please, I’m not a child.” She chuckled, brushing it off.
“I’m being serious.” Ted said, lowering his playful inflections a tad. “The ghost takes on the form of a playful dog. Now, with the spirit here, the restaurant will succeed, he promised me that himself.” The horse spoke as if he was reading from scripture, using a monotone voice as he described the phantom. “The only caveat, the ghost requires one fur to stay overnight. Under the watch of the moon, the ghost will feed said fur to their limit, and then some. The spirit will not be satisfied unless the fur is rendered immobile by the end of the night, their belly nearly bursting from all of the food stuffed down their gullet.”
Liz started to ease up, laughing herself as she realized that Ted must have been just joking. “Hehe, okay, I’ll be sure to send my worst employee overnight, to keep the spirit happy.” She laughed, putting on her best fake smile as she exited the restaurant, and headed for her car parked outside .
Ted nodded his head, he could see Liz didn’t believe him, but he didn’t care too much. He was no longer the owner, it was her problem, not his.
One Week later
Liz rubbed her eyes, reaching over to take a sip from her coffee cup, as she stood outside in the cold, bitter night air. She stood in front of her newly purchased restaurant. She was watching over some hired hands, as they changed the sign of the place. She viewed in increasing joy as each of the letters were swapped, and the name ‘Snappy Sally’s’ was erected on the roof of the building. She smiled, seeing the last letter being put in place, now truly knowing that is was her restaurant.
“Thank you all for your hard work. Stop by this place when we’re officially open, I’ll be sure your first meal is free.” She giggled, making the construction workers blush slightly, as they started their way back down. She walked underneath one of the ladders, stepped over a discarded letter from the old name, and entered her new location.
“AHHHwwwuuGghhh!” A corgi girl, going by the name of Sarah, yawned out, a few tears welting from the corner of her eyes as she scanned the papers before her.
Liz had walked in, smiling as she sat her coffee cup down, and put a hand on the corgi’s back. “You can make your way home now, You’ve been here far too late as it is.” She said with a grin.
“Are you sure?” Sarah sighed, sounding as if she would pass out on the spot. “There’s still so much that needs to be done. I mean, tomorrow is the grand opening.” She groaned, motioning to all of the papers before her.
“All stuff that can be done by me, or at the very least at a later date.” Liz giggled, gently pulling Sarah up by her shoulders. “Please, go home and get some sleep. You’ve been working for ten hours as it is.”
“And you’ve been working since seven this morning.” Sarah giggled, as she slowly walked to the door, already starting to pull her keys from her pocket.
“I’m the owner, you’re just the manager. I’m doomed to work the long shift.” Liz giggled, putting on an exaggerated voice as she saw Sarah out.
They waved goodbye, as the corgi climbed into her car, and started to drive away. Liz looked around her, seeing that the construction workers had already left, leaving her alone at the store. She looked down to check her wrist watch. “Golly, It is getting late, oh well, just a few more things I gotta do.” She moaned, rubbing her eyes again, as she stepped back inside.
Grabbing her coffee cup, she walked into the main kitchen area. Fryers, ovens, stoves, the place had it all. There was a small army of coffee makers on one corner, all in the name of satisfying caffeine addicts during the morning rush. Liz walked her way to the back, to where all of the freezers were. She opened up the doors, seeing all of the stock she had in the walk-ins.
There were boxes and boxes, and more boxes on top of that. All of them filled to the brim with frozen food, ready to be prepared for a good many gluttonous customers. Crinkle cut and waffle fries, occupying twenty of the crates by themselves. Some filled up with sausages, others with breaded chicken strips and filets. Though the vast majority of the boxes were that, holding in a vast surplus, a seemingly endless supply of Burgers patties. There must have been two tons of beef alone in the freezer, taking up at least a quarter of the inside. Liz looked around, nodding to herself, already thinking of how quickly all of the food would be sold.
“Hehe, I bet there isn’t enough here to last us a week.” She giggled, as she turned, grunting as she made sure the heavy freezer door closed behind her. She started back out of the kitchen, satisfied yet again that everything was ready for tomorrow. She softly scraped her paws along the stainless steel table tops, as she made her way for the exit. Only to have the door slammed shut in her face.
KERTHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDD!
With an almost deafening thud, the double doors to the kitchen snapped shut, swinging on their hinges faster than lightning as they closed. The bolt of the doors instantly locked as well.
Liz stopped on a dime, looking up with a confused expression at the exit. “What the…?” She gasped as she tried the lock, only to see that she couldn’t turn it at all. It almost felt like the bolt had been glued closed, she couldn’t twist it a bit.
“FINALLY, After so long you’re back, Ted!” A voice sprang from the back of the room, it sounded like it was being played through an old vinyl record. Liz jumped, turning back, seeing the freezer doors opened wide, with someone in their entryway.
“Such a naughty stud you are, hiding from me for more than a week.” The guy said, chuckling to himself slightly. “Oh, I can’t be too mad at such a handsome blob as yourself. We will have to make up for all that lost time though.” He said with a giggle, as he backed out of the freezer, not seeming to walk as he exited, effortlessly carrying three boxes of burger patties in one hand, and five crates of frozen fries in the other. As he turned around, he seemed to jump as he finally looked over to see Liz. “y-you’re not my chubby Ted, who are you?” He asked, surprised as he made his way over to the fryers.
“Um…sir you’re not supposed to be back here.” Liz said, trying her best to remain calm as she addressed the intruder. She started to walk towards him. As she drew closer, she could make out more of him. Seeing that it was a canine, with a small snout, and a very light blond hide on him. He was razor thin, making it all the more shocking to her he was able to lift the heavy boxes with such ease. Still too far away from him to stop what he was doing, she helplessly watched as he started up the first fryer, tore the tape off two of the boxes of fries, and dumped them all into the quickly boiling batch of oil.
“HEY! You’re gonna have to pay for that!” She grunted, instantly getting madder, seeing her stock be destroyed. She quicken her pace, only to watch the dog dump the other three boxes of fries into another fryer, quickly cooking them as well.
“Hehe, oh please, the customers I’ll send over tomorrow will more than make up for it.” He giggled, as he looked over, raising an eyebrow at the quickly approaching goat. “I guess Ted had to be somewhere else tonight, how sad.” He said with a bit of a pout. “Though you will do quite nicely for the night.” He giggled, seeing the small gut Liz was carrying with her.
“Ted no longer owns this place, I bought it a few weeks ago. Look, I don’t know what arrangements he made with you when he was the owner, but you’re gonna have to beat it now.” She grunted, getting mad as Hell. Though, as soon as she stepped around one table edge, and finally got a good up close look at the intruder, her anger dropped, instantly being replaced with that of restrained horror.
“W-What…WHAT!” She gasped, reeling back as she lost her footing, accidently falling on her ass as her eyes opened wide in surprise. The canine had no feet, he had no legs either for that matter. His body was just the top half, leading down from his torso was a ghastly swirl. Almost like the body of a snake, starting out just as wide as his hips, only to end on a point almost as small as a needle. And even then, the swirl didn’t even touch the ground, curling back upwards just a tad, leaving the canine levitating above the floor.
“WHAT!” The figure asked, more shocked than Liz, he turned around from the grill station, already having all of the patties out to cook. “TED IS NO LONGER HERE!” He almost seemed to cry. “But I loved that fat hunk of man.” He moaned, curling his paws to his chest as he looked up to the ceiling. “Oh well, I suppose all good things must come to an end.” He sighed, turning bad to flip some of the burgers, using his bare paws, which miraculously weren’t getting burned at all. “I thought he was just joking when he said he was leaving.” He mumbled to himself.
Liz stared up at the dog in growing shock and horror. The more she looked at him, the more she became aware of the fact he was ever so slightly transparent. She could see the grill on the other side of him, almost as if looking through a fogged up window. She grunted, reaching up to use the edge of the table, getting back to her feet. “Y…y…you’re…t-the ghost?” she grunted out, refusing to believe that this was all happening.
A sly smile ripped on the spirit's face. “The one and only. The name’s Erik by the way.” He said, giggling slightly as he reached into the fryer, breaking up the fries with his bare paws, the boiling oil having no effect on him. He turned back, eyeing Liz yet again. “In case you don’t know already, I’ll give you the rundown. As long as I have someone to feed every night, I’ll make sure this place has more customers than every other restaurant on the block combined. Though if you do not provide me with a feedee, then I’ll make sure this restaurant gets less customers than the morgue.” He giggled, sticking his tongue out as he started to turn down the temperature on the fryers, seeing the fries were nearly done. “Just a lil thing I can do as a ghost.” He beamed, enjoying the complete power he had.
Liz couldn’t believe it, refusing to believe it, even as the smell of the frying food started to fill the air. Steam lifted up from the flap top, as the burgers sizzled to perfection. Erik had filled up the entire surface of the grill, no fewer than two hundred patties were there, now all cooked through and through. The dog turned off the cookers, knowing that they were all now ready for serving. He then walked over to the fries, reached right into the oil to pull a few of them out, with a smile he turned the fryers off as well. “Everything is cooked.” He giggled, as he grabbed a metal tray from an overhead rack, and quickly started to fill it up with the food.
He grabbed pawfulls of the patties and fries, pushing them all onto the tray, making a small mountain of food on it. Enough food to easily feed ten furs, and it wasn’t even a tenth of what he had prepared. “I don’t bother with buns or toppings, as long as the meat is good that’s all you need.” He giggled, as he searched through a few drawers, before pulling out some salt and pepper. “Gotta be sure to season it though.” He chuckled. He looked at the ray, and then gave a nod, as he turned back to face Liz. “Time to eat!” He cried out, an expression of pure joy washed over his face, as he started to hover towards the goat.
Liz blinked in surprise, as she cautiously backed away. “N-no” She gasped out, sounding unsure of her own pleas. “I-um-you expect me to eat all of that?” she gasped, looking at the smorgasbord of food Erik had. She gulped, just now realizing the true danger she was in.
The canine raised an eyebrow, looking surprised for a second, before a devilish, playfully sinister smile crossed his face. “Oh my…It’s been so long since I’ve had a good force feeding.” He gasped, biting his bottom lip, as a blush showed on his cheeks.
Liz helplessly watched as Erik pulled even closer to her. Her shot nerves left her legs useless, it wasn't until she could feel the heat radiating from the tray of food that she snapped out of it, and tried to book it.
“NO!” She gasped out, her cries echoing throughout the empty kitchen. She quickly turned, making one purposful step forward to behind running, and then her body was frozen stiff. She grunted, reacting as if punched in the gun as her feet were glued to the ground, her torso stiffened up, and her arms went lax on the side of her body. “W-what…how?” She asked in a hushed whisper, as her body stood still like a statue, leaving only her head mobile.
“I never had to be very forceful with Ted. He tried to deny it, of course, but I always saw him blush. The corners of his mouth softly flick up as I stuffed him with countless burgers and fries.” Erik giggled, picking up the first patty from the tray. “He never did fight back much, it’s gonna be fun, having someone so,” He paused, as he let out a soft moan, “unwilling.”
“W-WAIT PLEMUffUgghgLlrrGGhGG!” She gasped out, her cries being cut short, as the first burger was forced past her lips. She gagged, feeling the greasy spong that was the patty rub against her tongue, as it inched its way closer to the back of her throat.
Erik kept pushing from there, using his ghostly abilities to full effect. Parts of his paw passed through Liz’s lips, ensuring that he was able to press the patty all the way in, until it was partially down Liz’s throat. Tears welted out of the sides of the goat’s eyes, as her breathing was partially blocked from the beef. She grunted, quickly gulping down the burger, and taking in a much needed, sharp breath of air. In which, Erik swiftly forced a pawful of fries into the back of her maw, pushing them in so far again that she was forced to swallow a second time.
From then on, Erik never slowed down. Quickly grabbing pawful after pawful of fried, calories filled food, and pushing it all down Liz’s mouth. The ghost’s blush burned bright, as he forcibly fed every morsel to the goat. Laughing as he watched her pathetically moan, squirming even through her paralysis. Even with her arms locked at her sides, her fingers rapidly rocked back and forth, grabbing all other her shirt and pants, as if she thought grabbing onto something would allow her to pull herself out of the feeding frenzy.
“Hehe, you’re eating it like such a good girl. Really living up to the reputation I heard of you goats.” Erik giggled. He reached down, rubbing Liz’s neck, feeling the food slide down her throat. He looked down, so far her belly was not noticeably bigger. He sighed, as he rubbed a bit of her pudge, perfectly molding her tummy with his paws. “Ted was always such a good eater, he always managed to scarf down everything I gave to him, I wonder if you’ll survive the night.” He said, his voice cutting like a knife through Liz’s already shot nerves.
She panted, as her throat was clogged up yet again. Wheezing as she gulped down the globs and small mounds of food in her maw. She whimpered, feeling thick rivers of grease run down her throat. Splashes of grease coated every inch of her maw, drenching her taste buds in the unrelenting, inescapable taste of burgers and fries, fried to caloric-perfection.
Still trying to push some sparse words of protest, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if she would be able to scream someone would hear her and some to help. Though she never had enough time to even start to speak, let alone scream. Every time her mouth emptied, and she took in a sharp breath of air, another pawfull of soggy fried food was thrusted into her gullet, gagging her yet again on its greasiness. More tears fell from her eyes as she tried her best to move her arms, which were still pinned to her sides by some unseen force. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move her feet, only pathetically wiggle her legs back and forth above her knees.
She wanted to believe that this wasn’t real, she desperately wanted to think that she had fallen asleep at her desk, and this was some horrible nightmare, brought on from overwork. But, one sensation slowly creeped across her nerves, her eyes opened even wider in all out fear and panic, as she quickly realized that this couldn’t be a dream. Her eyes darted downwards, red lines etched all across them, as she helplessly watched her belly finally start to inch outwards.
All of the food collected in her stomach, quickly filling it up after the first few pawfulls, and making it stretch outwards from then on. Her tummy softly creaked outwards, expanding slightly as the food packed on inside of her body. Liz tried even harder to scream, though still only managed to mumble a few incoherent noises. She groaned, feeling all of the heavy grease literally weigh her down. She felt sick, forced to chow down on all of the fattening food.
“Hehe, you’re starting to get fatter now.” Erik giggled, laughing like a schoolgirl as he started to rub his right paw all across Liz’s belly, feeling for the subtle gurgles and groans, as it digested the heavy load. He moaned again, pushing another pound's worth of beef past the goat’s lips, as he felt her stomach subtly grow outwards.
Liz looked up to the spirit with pitiful eyes, hoping against hope that he would stop soon. She groaned, feeling the first signs of indigestion rip across her tummy. There were literal liters of grease sitting in the base of her stomach now, sending her digestive system into havoc.
GGGrrgLLerrrgGRRrggRRR!
Liz’s belly cried out, much louder than she could ever hope to scream. The front of her shirt started to strain against her growing belly, a few creases being pulled taut as her clothing quickly grew too small for her figure. Her tummy stood out a good few inches more than it did before, leaving her midsection perky from how stuffed it was.
“One down, as many as I say left to go.” Erik laughed, now holding an empty tray, the only thing left on it was traces of grease, salt, and pepper. Liz successfully getting through the first round of food, mostly unharmed. The ghost wafted back to the grills and fryers, quickly collecting another batch of patties and fries.
“Ughhhh…HUUFFFFF!” Liz gasped, her throat freed finally after the minutes of forced feeding. “HEEEEEEEEELP….HEEEEEEEEEEEElP MEEEEEEEEEEEE! PLEEEEEAASSSEEEEEEEE! HELP ME PLEASE.” She screamed out, instantly straining her vocal cords as she cried out her pleas, louder than even she herself thought possible. She darted her eyes all around the room, still the only part of her figure she could move freely.
Erik stifled a giggle, his whole figure bobbed up and down as a hearty laugh exploded out of his mouth. “HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He sounded out, making his own voice sound like it was being played over a hundred speakers, each and every one of them set to the max volume.
Liz stopped her screaming, looking back at Erik with an even more horrified look, tears still springing from her eyes, as her stomach gurgled on.
“HeheheheeheheHAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Erik laughed out, sounding like a mad man, as he continued filling the tray for the next batch of food. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing you, my dear. I have many checks in place to make sure we’re not done till I say we are.” He licked his lips as another small mountain of food quickly grew on the tray. Finally, as the metal started to warp underneath all of the weight, he floated back over to Liz.
“Please…I’ll-MMuuFFff!” She whimpered, more tears welting from her eyes as she felt her throat strain again. Her lungs were deprived of oxygen as her airways were completely blocked by beef, fries, and ounces of grease clogging up her windpipe. She grunted, her eyes falling closed as she strained to gulp down all of the food, knowing it was the only way she would be allowed to breathe. Her neck bulged outward by inches, a bowling ball sized bulge worked its way from the start of her throat, all the way down till it reached her stomach. After that, Liz would take in a strained breath of air, only to have her breathing immediately blocked with another assault of food, starting the process over.
GGGrrGGGRrllGGRrRRRllRRR!
Her stomach grew to the size of a beach ball, only growing even wider as more food was forced into it. The sides of her abdomen spilling outwards in all directions, filling up what little free space there was in the goat’s body. The front of her belly only grew more and more. What used to be centimeters quickly grew into inches along the poor girl’s waistline. The front of her dress bowed out even more. Her poor clothes strained hard against her growing figure, it looked as if she had three pillows stuffed underneath her shirt. And, with one more labored gurgled from her stomach, her belly finally started to poke out from the bottom of her hem. The bottom of her white furred tummy poked out like a furry balloon, taut with pounds and pounds and pounds of greasy food.
Liz’s eyes went crossed, as she lost track of time, the only thing she was conscious of being the sea of food being sent down her throat. She pouted, whining as she tried her best to fight back. After the dozen of burgers she ate, and hundreds of fries, her stomach started to grow painfully tight. The sides of her abdomen groaned in protest, as they started to really stretch out from the mountain of food. Her taste buds were completely ruined from all of the grease and salt, all of the food that touched her lips now tasted like licking the bottom of a frying pan. Her face went green, as she felt nauseous from it all.
GGGRRrbbUUURrbBBLElGGRrrrggGRrgG!
Her stomach cried out, sounding like rusty hinges on a heavy door. Her tummy ache grew more and more, as her stomach was thrown deeper and deeper into a losing battle. Her digestive system couldn’t hope to keep up with the unrelenting torrent of food being sent its way. Letting out a small symphony of groans, gurgles, and rumbles. Liz’s case of indigestion quickly grew right alongside her belly, giving her a tummy ache she wouldn’t even wish on her worst enemy.
BBoooWwwUrurblllrGGUURrgLLRFGggRRRrgggRggRR!
More tears welted from her eyes as she melt her stomach muscles contract and spaz out from the indigestion. She moaned, tensing up as her belly felt worse by the second. “MmmHmmmmmm” She managed to whine out, in between mouthfuls of fries.
“Awwwww…is the whittle bitty girl getting a tummy ache?” Erik giggled, his blush burning even brighter. He used the base of his ghostly swirl appendage to gently rub Liz’s belly, showing at least some mercy. “Don’t worry. See.” He giggled, turning the tray over to show that it was empty, signaling that she just got done with round two. “You’re doing such a good job, I bet we’re a quarter of the way through now.” He said, managing to sound reassuring, and completely dominating in just one sentence.
Liz’s eyes grew larger, more tears falling down her cheeks. She wanted to say something, now that her mouth was free again, but all that came out was an incoherent set of mumbles and moans. She looked down, seeing her belly stand out in front of her by seven inches, her shirt halfway rode up on her massive orb of a midsection. She tensed up, as yet another wave of pain hit her from her growing tummy ache.
GGGRrrGGGRrlGGGWaAGGGRrllGGgRrGggRrrr!
She looked up, just in time to watch Erik hover back towards her with yet another overfilled tray of food. A cry for help rose up from her lungs, only to die halfway up her throat as her mouth was clogged up with another sopping burger patty bogged down with grease.
One hour later
“Auughh--AWwuaghhhga-Gaahhhh-p-p-please…make it stop!” Liz cried out, her eyes red from how much she was crying. Drool dripped down from her mouth, her cheeks were puffy from how bad of a state she was in.
Before Liz, her belly stood out like a monument to overeating itself. Her tummy stood a grand three feet out from her figure, every single inch brought on from the small ocean of food and grease now resting in her stomach. Her shirt had now completely rode up her body, leaving her belly completely exposed, as it sat on her breasts like a crop top.
Her belly stood taller than two feet, making the top of it lightly press into the bottom of her breast, making them bow up. Liz’s back arched inwards by several inches, making Liz shudder as small waves of pain started to rip across her spine. There were several deep creases along her hips and thighs, from where her hide was pulled taut.
Dozens and dozens of stretch marks ripped their way across Liz’s belly. Some of them red, most purple, giving the goat a rather gnarly set of tiger stripes. Her tummy itself now had a bit of a red hue to it, visualizing how painfully tight the pressure was now inside of her figure.
Liz now sat on the floor, gently rubbing the sides of her aching belly with her paws. Erik being nice enough to her to let her sit, and have use of her limbs again. She whimpered, closing her eyes in pain as another tummy ache rocked her figure, hitting her body like a shock wave. She had leaned forward, resting the base of her chin on her bloated, overfed belly. Crying and whining more from how bad the pain was.
GGRRrGGgguurgrlLGGRRRWaaarargbGGGRggGGRRRrr!
“I-It hurts so bad.” She gasped out, working against her ready to burst belly to sound her pleas. Her stomach was now so utterly filled with food it was tortuous. The sides of her abdomen had expanded out into every other corner of her body, pressing hard into her other organs. Her lungs were especially compressed by her boulder of a stomach, making breathing excruciating to the goat. The walls of her stomach were pulled, stretched out to be thinner than paper. Liz cried even harder, feeling as if she had a thousand knives stabbing her on the inside. She tried to be careful with her breathing, afraid if she took too sharp a breath her poor belly would burst on the spot.
Erik warped his ghostly figure to caress every inch of Liz’s body. Gently petting her belly, providing her with some much needed belly rubs. But still, even as nice as he was acting, the same sinister smile was present on his ever blushing face.
“You did so good for a first timer.” He moaned, looking back to see that the grills and fryers were now all empty. But, with a menacing chuckle, he brought one more beef patty up from behind Liz’s rear. “Just one more, and I’ll leave you be.”
Liz’s eyes went wide with terror. She gasped, trying desperately to scoot along the floor, kicking her feet on the tiles to get away, still moving carefully as even more rips of pain etched into every inch of her now massive figure.
“Oh-I just love watching fat furs squirm.” Erik gushed, getting real close to Liz’s side to hold the patty right in front of her face.
“P-please, I’m going to burst…Gaahh…I-I can’t stand it. I’m gonna explode.” She gasped out, in between her cries. She started to say something else, but then the burger was thrusted into her maw full force, gagging her for the last time that night. “MMFfuGGhagGGGFFF!”
GGGRrUUGRRRRRgggrrRRRgggllAgGRRwrwgagFRggGG!
Liz bit on her bottom lip, grunting as she held even tighter to the surface of her belly. Wrapping her legs around the base of her terribly big tummy. Whining as every second ripped an even worse sensation of pain across her figure.
Erik smiled, seeing the fruits of his labor pay off. He started to float back, drifting across the floor to the freezer from which he came. “While it is sad to see Ted leave, it is nice to know I have another good feedee in you. Just keep coming by every night, and your restaurant will be a success. It's the least I can do for making you eat so much.” He giggled, as he quickly floated through the freezer’s door. Laying down to rest yet again, leaving Liz all alone
"D-don't move to much...g-g-gonna pop. I-I Can't...I...I'm gonna fucking burst...I-i-it hurts so bad." Liz cried out, rivers of tears flowing down her cheeks, as she held onto her belly.
She whined, groaning and crying as she rubbed all over her belly, desperately trying to relive her aching tummy. Her figure only continued to let out an ocean of distressed digesting sounds as it worked away on the food. A state of being she would have to endure for the rest of the night.
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We need a part four. And this time, give Lizz a happy ending!
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