Foxington of Fat pt 7 (Finale)

A cloud of dust trailed behind Diane as she shuffled herself across the desert plain and toward the distant city. The scraggly desert plants that made up the land folded under her blobby legs and gargantuan belly as if they were all made of paper. Even the rocks underneath her were crushed into gravel under her weighty flab. Between the two monolithic cheeks squishing against her eyes and neck rolls, she huffed and heaved with bated breath, both tired of the exercise, and flustered by the mass of churning foxes and fattening pie ingredients of her gorging several minutes ago. 

With her arms outstretched in front of her, she budged her way forward, unable to so much as wipe the sweat off of her forehead. At such a colossal size, though movement was slow and arduous, her incredible height enabled her to cross a stadium’s worth of space with a single shuffle. The effort of it all felt overwhelming, making her wish she could simply slump down atop of the pooling ocean of lard that were her love handles and relax. But time was of the essence if she had any hope of saving her city from the gluttonous paws of Sunny Vulpesci and his mystery associate. 

As Diane reached the edge of the desert and approached the city, she could hear the loud blaring of alarms in the distance. From her high vantage, she leaned slightly forward, overlooking the city below. Empty vehicles littered the streets and military transports and helicopters evacuated civilians. Her looming presence far in the distance must have caused them to act quickly, removing any potential casualties from her lumbering path. Yet, Diane still hesitated, as making her way through would mean plowing down buildings and streets, leaving a streak of dirt and rubble behind her. 

Suddenly, a single helicopter flew its way toward her head. Dangling down from a rope ladder, a tiny white figure hung from the bottom. Diane squinted her eyes, trying her best to focus past her pressing cheeks. As if finally drew close enough, her eyes lit up with both glee and relief. 

“Wolf,” Diane huffed, “I’m so, hic-hilp, glad you’re okay.”

The helicopter flew past Diane’s face and hovered near her ear; she hardly felt Wolf jump onto her flabby cheek, hike his way up to her ear, and stood near its opening, holding onto a paw full of fur to keep himself balanced. “Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself while the rest of us have been in panic mode.” 

“I’m sorry, hic-hilp, I was drugged and fell asleep. Then some guys took me to some warehouse all the way out here, hic-hilp, in the middle of the night.”

“How the heck does someone manage to kidnap you and nobody notices? We got a situation back in L.A. Some friends of yours I think.” 

“Yeah, hic-hilp, I know. How bad is it?”

“The two grew around Long Beach and began terrorizing the place. We evacuated as many as we could, but they’ve gobbled up a lot of people. They started moving north toward L.A, but they’re kinda clumsy. I don’t think they’re used to being so enormous. They don’t quite get around as easily as you do.” 

Though neither she or Wolf could see one another, Diane rolled her eyes; there was certainly nothing easy about moving at her size. “I have to stop them, bwooorp, I’m the only one, hic-hilp, who could. Where are we anyway?”

“We’re at Victorville.”

“Hmmff, not good, hilp, but not bad either. That gives me at least two hours to reach them.” 

“Even if you could, I don’t think you could stop them Diane. They’re big, I mean…real big…”

Diane nervously gulped, “how big…are they?”

“Like, if one was a double cheeseburger, and the other a large soda, you’d be a small order of fries. I really hate to say it but…I think we’re gunna need you a whole lot fatter.” 

Diane’s monstrous cheeks blushed a bright red as she released a gaseous belch. Placing her swollen paws onto her amorphous body, she grew incredibly flustered by Wolf’s encouragement at such a dire time. “You, hic-hilp, you think so?” 

“Like you said, you’re the only one who could stop them. The gang and I are coordinating with the military to get you all the food you need from all around. You just keep on moving and we’ll feed you along the way, got it?” 

Drool dripping from her lips, Diane’s eyes bulged wide with bliss at the sight of cargo helicopters flying over from a distance. “Got it. Hic-hilp, goodness. I’m gunna be the biggest mountain of lard on the planet. Huff, ooogh, what a day.” 

It was now Wolf’s turn to roll his eyes. “Don’t get distracted. We’re doing this to save everyone, and potentially the whole U.S.” 

“Right,” Diane licked her chops and the sides of her cheeks. “Still, you can’t blame a girl, hic-hilp, for enjoying herself.” 

Giving her glorping gut a loving wobble, Diane took her first budge forward, demolishing every road, vehicle, and building that lay before her. Wolf diligently held on amid her cheeks thrashing about, the tugging of Diane’s ear fur barely registering to the fox from one so small. Groaning and grunting, the arduous act of moving became far more bearable for her. Like a carrot on a stick, the prospect of moving toward her awaiting transports of food egged her onward, thinking of all the additional gorging she’d have with the help of the U.S. military. 

Once the first few helicopters flew within range, Diane opened her whale of a gaping maw and raised her head to the sky. From above, the choppers opened their cargo bay doors, where soldiers pushed out loads of greasy-fattening foods piled up in large towering mounds. Burgers, pizzas, fried chicken, and all manner of fast foods rained down into Diane’s open mouth, filling her gullet like bite sized snacks, but with enough fatty contents to help her grow as needed. As new sustenance filled her overcrowded belly, its bubbling activity ramped up once more.

Leaving the remnants of the city behind her, she made her way toward a distant mountain range. She grimaced at the sight of the mountain pass, far more narrow than she had originally thought it’d be due to her enormous size; some past drives she had taken through here made it look much more vast. The mere thought of climbing over the mountains caused her to huff with heavy breath; her flabby arms and swollen legs were hardly capable of pulling her up anything. She’d just have to settle with squeezing her way through, and hoping not to get stuck along the way. 

At the foot of the pass, her tsunami of a belly made its way inside, molding into the cracks and crevices and partially blocking her frontal view. The mountain corridor echoed with her groaning and thunderous sloshing, her violently throbbing corpulence crashing against the left and right mountain faces. Little by little she slid her way through, navigating the pass like a tight hallway riddled with furniture. Her waistline and hips demolished the adjacent forests, freeways, and roadways. Rockslides tumbled onto her gut, lovehandles, and arms as she pulled herself through. The ravine at the bottom of the pass filled in with debris from her dragging legs.

While she navigated her way through, Diane continued to eat all she was given by the helicopters. Emergency aircraft used for hospital transportation, police use, and those used to put out forest fires were also recruited for the feeding effort. Multiple transport copters even worked together to hoist entire tankards, the type normally pulled by big rig trucks, up to Diane’s mouth, where they emptied thousands of gallons of heavy cream, butter, and lard down her gullet. The more she swallowed, the more difficult it became to move her churning gut and widening hips. All the while, the vixen relentlessly blushed, in ecstasy over the nation feeding her, piling on additional blubber, and having grown so fat she was capable of wedging herself between two mountains.  

After several dozen flybys, her colossal hips rode up both mountain sides, while her butt blocked off the mountain pass behind her. Her arms bunched up further against her widening chest, neck rolls, and flabby cheeks. As she budged against her belly, she huffed with flustered breath as the massive fox henchmen she glutted earlier floated around the ocean of cream and fattening grease in her stomach, like ice cubes in a bubbling glass of soda. When she finally reached the end of the pass, she collapsed onto her blob of a belly, moaning with bliss, her gut spilling out for miles in all directions like a titanic pancake. 

Diane continued her trek to Los Angeles with Wolf giving her updates on how close the two villains were to reaching it. She made good time while following a line of helicopters, along with picking up and gulping down any silos of food and drink she happened to come across. Her increasing size helped her to take larger shuffles forward; however, in her hedonism, she didn’t take as much haste as she knew she ought to. Milking this constant feast felt far too good to end it too quickly. 

Each city she passed was long evacuated, soon becoming a trail of dirt and rubble as she passed by. After an hour of constant eating, the colossal fox was a hiccuping-belching behemoth of towering lard. Her cheeks practically sandwiched her face together, while her burgeoning neckrolls attempted to submerge her own head. Her arms began sinking into her own body, with only the tips of her paws being barely visible. It was a miracle she was able to move at all, thanks to the momentum of her rippling corpulence helping to push her forward. 

Suddenly, the helicopters grew less frequent, and beyond her obstructed vision, Diane saw her blurry city of Los Angeles and its surrounding mountains. Unable to rub her eyes, she squinted and blinked at two other towering figures in the distance. They looked like towering parade floats at first, the largest she had ever seen, but upon walking closer, she stared in shock at the very beasts she had come to contend with. Sunny, and an even larger canine henchmen, stood as big as the tallest buildings. With very little grace, they teetered and tumbled over with each encroaching step. Both were every bit as fat as Diane, with the canine surpassing her by a mile or two. 

“Told you they were big,” Wolf shouted in Diane’s ear. “Got an idea on how to beat them?”

Diane nervously gulped. “Hic-hilp, yeah. Eat them, ooourp, before they eat me.” 

“I’ll help you out how I can from the air! If things get dicey, try to hold them off! We’ll only get one shot! Good luck, and don’t get eaten!”

Diane waited as a helicopter flew overhead, dropping a rope ladder down to Wolf and carrying him off. Now alone, she began hauling her way over to the group of tall buildings making up the heart of her city, heading the two villains off before they could reach them. The task of gobbling them up was easier said than done, what with there being two of them and she being barely able to flex her arms to get any sort of grip on them. She would have to try and overpower them each with her own weight, and somehow, wrap her maw over theirs, and commit to a painstakingly long process of swallowing them whole one at a time. Whatever Wolf had planned, she hoped he would have it up soon. 

The earth trembled as the three blubbery titans converged on one another. Plumes of dust rose like clouds of smoke from a raging fire, trailing them from behind. Claps of thunderous sloshing bellowed like earthquakes, while the fur of the three naked beasts ebbed and flowed like palm trees in a hurricane. Stopping a few steps short from one another, Diane managed to discern the familiar face of Sunny’s canine companion. Covered by multiple hills of neck rolls and surrounded by mountainous blubber, he still managed a smug demeanor, and carried his stature with a sense of superiority. 

“Hello, Diane,” spoke the canine, “you’re looking, buuuraaap, ravishing as ever.” 

Diane furrowed her brow. “You’re looking pretty good, hic-hilp, yourself, Marcus. I never got a chance to thank you after I made a buffet of your whole island.”

“No thanks are necessary, my dear. You destroyed my island, and now I’m here to return the favor.” 

“We’ve already enjoyed, hoouurp, quite the feast, oof, on the way over here.” Sunny dropped his arms on his monstrous gut, shaking himself like a mound of jello. “But we ain’t have our fill just yet.” 

Marcus wobbled as he laughed. “Oh, yes. Mr. Vulpesci’s new Formula F has been so invigorating. Whether it is hundreds of Californians, the cars and buses they try to escape with, or the buildings they hide in, our stomachs can handle them all. But why stop at California, hilp? When we’re finished with you, we’ll gorge our way across the country, devouring state after state, until we eventually visit our neighbors in the north and south. Oh, my dear, hic-hilp, there will be no end to our fattening domination of the world.” 

Diane gave her own belly a hearty slam. “This is the only place you’re both going, hic-hilp. I’m kinda glad you both managed to escape the first time we met, because now I can’t imagine how fat I’ll be after I wolf down the both of you.” 

“Let me have her,” said Sunny, fangs bared and drool seeping from his mouth. “I’ve dreamt of nothing else for months. While I’m dealing with her, urp, you could have dibs over the whole city, I don’t care.” 

Marcus’ eyes lit up. “That sounds exquisite. But are you sure, hic-hilp, you could handle her? She always manages to escape every situation we put her through.” 

“She ain’t pulling off any of her tricks at that size. I’ll call you, hilp, if I need you, but I doubt I will. There ain’t no way she’s more hungry than me, hehehe.” 

Diane spread out her massive arms, taking some semblance of a defensive stance. The earth trembled as Sunny pushed himself forward, lumbering toward Diane with frightening speed for being so fat. The pair’s bellies collided first, erupting in a deafening squelch, creating a small shockwave along the ground and parting the clouds above them. Diane reeled backward, overwhelmed by her opponent’s weight like a wall collapsing onto her. Her enormous rear crashed into the tall buildings behind her, snapping them in half and dropping them onto her shoulders and wide back. Her submerged paws clashed with his as he lunged, his drooling mouth inching closer to her head, while their chests and multiple neck rolls squished and folded against one another, fighting for dominance in a war of wobbling lard. 

In a laborious tango that shook the earth, both foxes struggled to use their weight to dominate the other. Swinging around and toppling buildings with their waistlines and hips, they fought hard to keep their balance, lest the one who falls down becomes the one who is gobbled up. Even with her prior experience at being so enormous, Diane was only slightly more nimble than Sunny, able to move around his lunges and only have her neck rolls bitten to very minor pain. But Sunny was heavier and slightly taller, making it easier to overtake her if she didn’t move at the right moments. She was forced to keep on the defensive, all while looking out for Wolf’s aid and witnessing Marcus uproot buildings and stuff them down his gullet like hero sandwiches. Fortunate as she was to deal with only one of these titans, she had to think of something quick before Marcus ran out of buildings to glut. 

After a minute of battling, both foxes huffed with labored breath. Sunny’s bites grew ominously closer to her muzzle, and her waltzing maneuvers decreased in strides. However, she noticed Sunny’s lunges were slowing in frequency. More of his weight piled onto her after each lunge, and her paws clasped with his helped him to keep balance. It then occurred to her he was more so leaning on her than forcibly trying to push her to the ground. His lack of stamina was something she could take advantage of. Right before he attempted another lunge, she let go of his paws, and allowed him to wrap himself around her arms. 

Seizing his opportunity, Sunny clenched what he could of Diane’s soft arms, and with what little strength he had in his legs, pushed himself forward. With nothing but a demolished landscape behind her, Diane found herself leaning dangerously backward, feeling the bottom of her titanic rump push against the back of her legs. She felt Sunny’s drool dripping onto her neck rolls; the crazed gluttonous look in his fiery gaze yearned for the feast. With the little strength of her own arms and legs, she warped around what she could of his gut, turned her body, and with aid from his weight and momentum, pushed him to her side. 

As Diane side stepped, Sunny had no wall of vixen to help catch his fall. His flabby-swollen paws could barely grip at her lush arms, slipping free as he lost his footing. He fell down on his side, crashing to the earth with a resounding squelch, his entire blubbery body rippling fiercely. Moaning and heaving, he groggily attempted to stand, doing his best not to topple over. Diane seized her chance, trundling over while he was still low to the ground. As soon as he looked up, Sunny held up his arms, preventing her from lunging onto him. He had managed to save himself, but his footing wasn’t secure, and he had the brunt of her weight now bearing down on him. 

“M-Marcus,” Sunny shouted, “I need help! Quickly!” 

The giant husky had uprooted a grocery store, stuffing the building down his maw and gulping with a sloppy grin. “Already? That was, hilp, quick. There’s still far more city to eat.” 

“Just, hnng, shut up and help me!”

To Diane’s woe, Marcus slowly lumbered his way toward the both of them. She tried her best to stretch her head outward and get a bite on Sunny’s muzzle, but her prey had held out long enough before his backup arrived. Fear began to grip her, hope slipping away as Marcus stood beside Sunny, helping to lift up back to a standing position. He once more had superior height over Diane, and with Marcus helping to keep Sunny balanced, her chances of not being eaten had all but vanished. 

It was now Diane who leaned back, with Sunny’s head getting dangerously close to hers. His arms wrapped around her’s, and Marcus held him in place, preventing him from being pushed over again. She opened her own maw, desperate to try and catch his maw in her mouth as a last resort; but with his height advantage she could only reach up to his drooping double chin. His face wobbled from laughter, his hot breath breezing across her muzzle. Licking his chops, Sunny lunged forward one final time, aiming for the top of Diane’s head. The vixen looked on in horror, eyes bulging wide like the many animals she herself had made a meal out of. Her end looked all but assured, her tricks run out, and her ability to fight back, gone. Until all the sudden, Marcus’ thick-lard laden arm laid itself atop of the back of Sunny’s roll-covered head. The fox’s trajectory sharply dove downward, causing him to bite down on one of Diane’s multiple chins. 

In that split second, Diane immediately acted without thinking. She craned her head downward, and with surprising speed, wrapped her jowls around the top of Sunny’s head. His squishy neck rolls fought against her, but she managed to gulp down to his eyes. Sunny shouted to the top of his lungs, screaming bloody murder over such an egregious betrayal. 

“What have you done, you damn traitor! We were supposed to be on the same si-mmffhmmff!”

Diane felt a surge of soft blubber bulge into her mouth and throat. From what little she could see past Sunny’s back rolls, she witnessed Marcus helping to shove the fox deeper into her gullet. 

“Very sorry, my boy,” said the husky, “but we both know, you and I would eventually devour each other in the end. Why risk allowing you to have a size advantage over me, when I can simply gorge on the both of you once you’re reeling and weak?” 

Although the danger of Marcus was present, Diane couldn’t help but bask in the euphoria of gulping down such an otherworldly meal. The ground cracked as she sat herself down. Her arms were outspread, while her head craned slightly upward. She fully surrendered to the feast, thinking of nothing but how packed her throat felt, the malleability of the soft lard coated fur squishing against her teeth, and the building pressure in her chest and stomach as Sunny piled his way inside her. Her eyes fluttered from the sheer stupor of it all, like being dumped into an ocean of lard and being forced to chug it all down. 

The process of swallowing such huge prey was slow, but beyond pleasurable. With each new gulp, Diane’s body bursted with added layers of fat. New rolls piled atop of former ones like new layers added onto a cake. Her limbs sunk deeper into her mountainous blob of a body, while the rest of her form continued to spread out in a melted gelatinous orange mass. Every inch of her body rippled and sloshed uncontrollably, so coated with lard it neglected any form of firm shape. Now merely the host to a sea of corpulence, Diane was at the complete mercy of her own undulating world of fat. 

Her world became completely black, smothered by Sunny’s corpulent mass with Marcus helping to push the rest of him down her gullet. She had swallowed him down to his mid belly, feeling a whirlpool of gorge from his sloshing gut shake around within her packed gullet. His rolls folded and plopped against her rolls, and it was near impossible to distinguish whether what she felt was her own fat or his. Out of all of her previous feasts, nothing compared to this almost deific scale of gluttony and weight gain infatuation. 

After what almost felt like an eternity, the vixen finally gulped down what remained of Sunny’s legs, cramming him within her unfathomably blubbery body. Perpetually in a state of ebbing and flowing, her nearly submerged head rode the tide of her sloshing form, completely at its mercy. Her surrounding neck fat constantly smothered her face, swallowing her up in multiple directions with her barely able to crane herself outward just so she wouldn’t completely sink into her own fat. The experience, however, left her hot and bothered to no end; her cheeks blushed a fiery red, tongue slinking out of her mouth as she steamily huffed and moaned with bated breath. 

“Oh ho ho, Ms. Foxington. Don’t you look simply divine." 

Broken out of her trance, Diane could feel Marcus’ belly and tubby paws grazing across her body, making their way toward her swollen mass of arm rolls. 

“No doubt you really enjoyed that meal,” Marcus continued, “with how you constantly moaned as you swallowed him down. And now, hilp, it is time to claim my prize.” 

Shifting herself as best she could, Diane managed to slide herself slightly right, just enough to get a glimpse of Marcus by her side. The husky then grabbed a hold of Diane’s bulging arm fat, stuffing the swollen limb into his mouth and gulping his way down. Barely able to move an inch, she could only watch as Marcus steadily made his way down her arm, his face the picture of pure bliss. Her mind was a mashed mixture of emotions, feeling untold pleasure from being such a fat leviathan, but terror and remorse at it ending so soon as Marcus swallowed her entire arm, and now held her head down closer to his maw. 

“Hnnng, hic-hulp, ummf, no…” 

Diane could hardly speak, meekly expressing but a single word. As Marcus’ muzzle touched hers, her buried ears heard a muffled whirring sound. Squinting her squished eyes, a sort of large fly flew above both her and Marcus’ heads. She blinked the haziness of her vision away, seeing the fly was in fact a helicopter. Hanging out of the helicopter doors, the speck of a familiar ant size creature waved over to her. 

“Hic-hulp, Wolf…”

Suddenly, a black cloud of dust drizzled over both her and Marcus. Her nose wrinkled as she let out a series of sneezes; the tingling plume of pepper forced her to bury her muzzle within her own neck rolls. To her surprise, Marcus had ceased swallowing. His eyes watered, and he frantically tapped at her neck fat, making a commotion of gagging and gurgling sounds. Unable to sneeze or inhale, he thrashed about, choking with a throat full of arm blubber. He had no choice but to make his way back, pulling out her arm from his gullet. 

Once Marcus was free, he gagged and coughed for air, feeling woozy from the asphyxiation. At that moment, Diane saw her chance to act. Swaying herself as best she could, she gathered some sloshing momentum, craning her head toward the coughing husky. With one final tilt of her head, she rolled herself onto her side in a terribly loud avalanche of glorping and squelching. By the time Marcus had turned around, Diane collapsed herself on top of him, pinning him down with the neck rolls closest to her face. The pair stared face to face with one another, Marcus distressed and unable to move, and Diane barely noticeable under all her fat, but her hungry green eyes piercing underneath the blubbery pit. 

“Buuuwoooorp, mmmff, farewell, hic-hulp, husky. Oooogh, it’s been a, uuuuooorp, pleasure.” 

With her maw wide open, Diane leaned in, effortlessly wrapping her final meal between her widened jaws. After swallowing her way down to Marcus’ neck rolls, she rolled herself onto her back with tremendous effort, piling the mountain of husky on top of her face. With the last of her enemies traversing down her gullet, the vixen was free to bask in her meal and the pleasure of her fattening world in its entirety. Fully sunken into her own blubber, overglutted beyond any physical comprehension, and feeling miles of her own lard wobbling and squishing against parts of her body she no longer knew, left her in such hedonistic bliss, she felt she could pass out any second. 

When the eating was done, the fox could no longer discern the difference between closing her eyes and having them open with her head now sunk into her own body. Her ears heard the muffled churning and roiling of her feast, bubbling within her belly across miles of furry lard. The tossing and turning of both her titanic prey mingled with the rest of her undulating body, pressing against the confines of her gut which felt fit to burst. From an outward view, she had encompassed a significant portion of central Los Angeles. Spilled out for miles in all directions, the peak of her belly distended as tall as the skyscrapers that once inhabited the area. 

Diane basked in her newfound blobdom for hours, full to the point of passing out but trying her best to milk this satisfying sensation for as long as possible. But eventually, her eyes grew heavy, and the soft comfort of her fat nestled her to rest better than any blanket or pillow. She briefly thought of how much land she must have taken up; how it’d take her years to digest her meals, and after that, slim her way down to a mobile size. It’d likely take months for Wolf and others to dig through the rolls burying her head before she could even see sunlight again. How long before she could even tell the difference between her waistline, hips, backrolls, rear, chest, and belly?

She closed her eyes, drifting into slumber with a sloppy satisfied grin across her squishing cheeks. With each of her past feasts raising the bar of pleasure and her ability to glut even more, she was proud of attaining such an unimaginable scale of corpulence. Her infatuation for being fat and overeating had reached maddening heights. Whether or not she ever woke up again, she was glad to have eaten, and glad to have grown into, a foxy-ton of fat.