Foxington of Fat pt 6

After Diane’s previous two feasts, sleeping off her gorge for months at a time became all too routine at this point, especially with how much larger each feast became. Devouring an entire island resort full of predators was not on her agenda when she arrived for some rest and relaxation; still, it provided her with such a plethora of overeating, she achieved a level of blobdom she could once only dream of. A prisoner to her own lard, dreams and the deep darkness of sleep were all she was capable of while digesting her heavy meal. 

When last she hibernated, she dreamt of her glorious gorges of the past; now, however, Diane dreamt of her time before her descent into gluttony. A time where her clothes fit as they should, doorways were spacious, and her waistline was as thin as a lamp post. She dreamt of her days as the Crimson Paw, and the busy days she had as Governor of California. Meals were balanced where a single burger filled her up, and the thought of eating more than necessary was a guilty-embarrassing thought. It all felt so normal to her in the dream; so deep in slumber that it felt like the true reality of her existence. 

Diane carried on in her dream world for several months, trapped in a gluttony induced coma by the time Wolf and the rest of the rescue team found her on the island. Occasionally as she functioned in the dream world, she would experience her body in the waking world penetrating its way through her subconscious. Her thin dream body would suddenly feel sluggish and unable to move when she at times attempted to lift her legs or arms. She would feel a phantom set of rolls squishing around her neck or waistline now and then, mistaking them for an itch. The sky above her would at times echo with an odd burbling sound, followed by her letting loose a massive belch despite not having eaten yet. And what felt most odd, was a tingling sense of something being amiss when she placed her paws on her stomach, or cupped her mannequin-like rear, as if something was missing from her person. 

The more months that passed by, the further her hunger in the waking world began to manifest in her dream world. One burger no longer felt sufficient as her stomach still growled for more. Her snacking on the job became more abundant, and her cravings began hitting her like a truck. Thankfully, she never seemed to put on any weight curiously enough; yet somehow, a small part of her began feeling slightly disappointed, still running her paws where a soft set of curves would normally sprout. 

For her final dream, she dreamt of the day she stole the Zumpango Diamond. The heist went smoothly the second time, just as it had for the first time she stole it. She crawled through the museum air vents with diamond in paw, when upon passing through the surveillance room something caught her attention. Peering through the vent under her, her eyes were fixated on the ferret guard viewing the surveillance monitors from his rolling desk chair. As alluring and eye-catching as the Zumpango Diamond was, it hardly captivated her as much as this single ferret; for he was the single most fattest beast she had ever seen. 

His shirt barely fit around his thick chest, exposing a tan furred mass of belly flowing out in front of him. It rested between his chunky haunches, pouring onto the table in front of him which was loaded with snacks. He pigged out on donuts and snack cakes, occasionally belching and giving his huge gut a hefty smack, wobbling and squeezing its doughy fatness in his paws.

Diane was at a loss for words; sweat dripped from her forehead and her breathing quickened in pace. The guard got up from his chair and waddled out of sight to the opposite side of the room. Desperate to keep her eyes on him, she opened the vent and quickly jumped down into the room. With bated breath, she saw the guard standing in front of another table loaded with a pyramid of sandwiches, a pile of burritos, and a massive five layer cake in between the two of them. The ferret then chuckled with anticipation, smacking his belly with both paws before beginning his feast. 

She watched as he stuffed his face full of sandwiches, barely able to shut his mouth before swallowing it all down, all while wearing a sloppy grin. His gut and waistline stretched wider with each gulp, hanging closer to the floor and testing the elasticity of his dress pants. Diane sat in his desk chair, biting her lip at the flustering spectacle all while her own stomach churned with ravenous glee. Watching him gorge himself and grow fatter for some odd reason left her incredibly hot and bothered, for some tantalizing and mouthwatering reason she could not yet explain. 

The guard’s widening rear ripped through his dress pants as he guzzled down the burritos. His girth made up four of her standing side by side by the time he began eating the cake. His chest bursted through his shirt, and his enormous belly now plopped itself onto the floor. Halfway through glutting down the cake, he picked up what remained and turned himself around in full view of Diane. Seeing her in his chair, he shoved the remainder of the cake into his mouth; dabs of icing and cream left a trail of stained fur down his body and across his face. The guttural blorp it made once entering his stomach sent chills down the fox’s spine. Grinning back at her, the ferret stomped his way over. Messy and rippling with lard at triple his previous size, Diane was entranced by how huge he was. 

“I know what you want,” spoke the ferret. His voice echoed in her ears to the soothing glorps and gurgles of his enormous gut. “I know what you’ve been craving.”

His belly squelched as he placed his paws on it, squishing and kneading it in circular motions like dough. “It’s alright. I know it’s been awhile, urp, since you’ve wanted this. But it’s time for us to start again. So just relax…and open wide.” 

Mesmerized by his buttery voice, she reluctantly opened her mouth; her back pressed against the seat while her paws clutched the armrests. His belly practically absorbed her body as he squished against her, pressing up to her chest before he leaned forward. Stretching her maw wider with both his paws, he pushed his head inside her mouth. Diane was taken aback by the sudden action, wanting to jump back and push the ferret away from her; and yet, her paws remained clutching the seat. She made no effort to resist, feeling the ferret’s head push itself down her gullet. To her surprise, her eyes bulged wide open, stricken with awe as a wave of euphoria flowed throughout her entire body. 

The fur on the back of her head stood upright feeling her gullet expand with the ferret’s body. The squishiness of his fat middle filled every inch of her mouth like a giant marshmallow. She sloppily grinned as her black and yellow jumpsuit began to tighten; her limbs gradually swelled with fat, tearing their way through. Her expanding chest burst itself free by popping off the zipper, followed by her belly pouring itself onto her lap, blorping with each gulp. 

Her waistline and hips popped off the chair’s armrests, allowing her to spread apart her pair of chunky thighs to make way for her belly. With a final few gulps, Diane slurped up the ferret’s tail. Her jumpsuit was torn to shreds as the ferret entered her stomach, erupting her body with such a rich foundation of blubber, she couldn’t help but moan with glee. Her orange plush cheeks flushed a fiery red. She plopped her arms atop of her swollen belly, chair squeaking with immense strain as if it would crack at any moment. 

“Mmmmm, yes, I remember,” Diane blissfully sighed. “This…amazing feeling of fatness. Gorging, ooorp, glutting…into a mountain of lard. Hmmf, more! Uuurp, I want more!”

Diane’s belly distended outward as she leaned back in her chair, giving it a series of hearty smacks. Enraptured by her obese obsession, she carelessly added too much strain to the bolts and screws holding the chair in place, causing it to break under her weight. Startled, she found herself falling backward, legs lifting into the air. Rather than slamming the floor with her back, the ground beneath her shattered like broken glass, but didn’t make a sound. A void of darkness enveloped her surroundings as she fell deeper into a dark abyss; the shadows devoured all sources of light around her, to the point she could no longer tell whether her eyes were open or closed. A heaviness now weighed on her body as if she were paralyzed, but instead of being frightened by being unable to move, she felt calm and relaxed. 

All the sudden, a loud snoring sound caused her to jump, opening her eyes and finding herself underneath the canopy of a large tent. The glow of moonlight and streetlights along the sidewalk helped to illuminate the dark night. She sat in a large yard surrounded by wooden fencing, sitting among a neighborhood of other houses. Upon squinting her dazed eyes, she noticed the house in front of her to be her own home, yet somehow appearing smaller than she was. It wasn’t until looking down at her own body that it finally grew clear to her. Her vast neck rolls pooled around her cheeks, making it hard to turn her head by much. Her arms weighed heavily like wrecking balls, and her legs felt too heavy to move. Her belly and rear towered over all of the surrounding homes, more than capable of flattening each one under her heft. Giving herself a bit of a shake, she murmured with delight feeling her gelatinous mass of a body ripple every layer of lard on her. The previous feast, the gluttony, the joy of being a colossal blob, it all came back to her. After spending what felt like ages in a misty haze of reality, Diane was finally home. 

    * 

The days that followed for Diane were not the easiest. It took weeks of further sleeping herself down to a manageable size before she finally managed to stand up once again. With terrible difficulty, she worked toward growing accustomed to her immense size, shaking the earth beneath her with her daily walking exercises. On more than one occasion she nearly lost her balance and was fully capable of flattening any of the houses near her. Fortunately, some vehicle damage was the worst of her accidents by the time she was able to comfortably walk. 

Still the elected governor of California, she had her job to perform. A commission of tailors fashioned her the largest suit and dress pants ever made, though her dress shirt and suit hardly managed to cover up her belly. Being a thirty foot-multi toned fox in the city proved troublesome. Passing under most bridges was impossible. A police escort clearing the streets followed her where she went.Her hips occasionally brushed against the sides of buildings, and every traffic light was fashioned onto a swivel to allow her to pass through. All of her work had to be done from the outside while her assistants entered into the buildings she couldn’t. It was a tedious effort, but she made it work as best she could. 

After a long day of stomping around, causing mini earthquakes and car alarms to go off, Diane returned to her humble backyard and towering tent canopy. Yawning and stretching, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the daily truck trailer full of food parked in front of her home, was now also accompanied by a second. She stood around, pleasantly curious, not having asked any of her assistants throughout the day to send her another trailer for her dinner; perhaps there was some miscommunication between them, causing them to order an extra one. 

Diane shrugged, happily grinning at having more to eat before bed. “Must be my lucky day.” 

Taking each trailer one at a time, she dumped their contents in her yard before placing them back in front of her home. She then laid down on her stomach, pulling herself closer to her two massive piles of food. Her original pile consisted of normal meals such as various cooked meats, sandwiches, pizzas, and barrels full of side dishes; while to her delight, the second pile consisted of mainly desserts. Curiously, none of the packaged desserts had any labels on where they were made. Diane didn’t mind, however, more than happy to glut down a trove of sweets. 

Diane ate from the non dessert pile first, wanting to savor the tastes of the former to end the night. Other than the large barrels containing side dishes like mac and cheese or mashed potatoes, she ate a majority of the food with their wrappers and plastic coverings still intact; her massive paws were too big to tediously fiddle with uncovering each individual meal. Thankfully, her gullet was more than spacious enough to wolf down any objects, along with her stomach’s ability to effortlessly digest them. 

Finishing the first pile after several gulps, she now worked on the desserts. She scooped up a collection of pies and cakes in her paw, tossing them into her maw. Dumping the entire truckload onto the floor had loosened some of their packaging, allowing her to actually taste some of the frosting and cream. She murmured from their delectable sweetness, eyes rolling as she licked remnants of cream and frosting on her paw. There was, however, something oddly familiar about the taste; some distinct hint of flavor she had eaten long long ago. She couldn’t quite put a claw on it, having a better memory about the beasts she had gorged on than any amount of food by this point in her life. 

She didn’t mull it over long before getting back to eating. Once done, she pushed away any empty food barrels and remaining garbage away from her, which her assistants will pick up in the morning. She licked her chops, smiling and decently sated to end off the night. “Mmm, I should order two food trucks more often. Don’t know why I…waited this long…to start now.” 

Diane yawned like a tired lion; her eyelids and body suddenly feeling inexplicably heavy to the point of collapse. Her stomach fiercely churned; its rampant bubbling helped to lull her into a heavy sleep. Her thoughts became jumbled as to why she felt so sleepy. Perhaps the long day's work had exhausted her after a hearty meal? Did all the sugar from the sweets cause her to crash? Diane could hardly think. Crossing her arms underneath her, she rested her face atop of her pillowy chest; she closed her eyes, and surrendered herself to this aggressive urge to rest. 

    * 

Hours after she slept, Diane at last had awoken with a throbbing headache. She attempted to rub her head, only to feel something tied around both her wrists preventing her. She blinked away the blurriness from her eyes and looked around. She was stood up along a metal wall; her arms and legs were tied to metal support beams on either side of her. She appeared to be in a large empty warehouse filled with vats, empty barrels, and empty shipping containers strewn about. The setting appeared awfully familiar to her, but what shocked her the most, were the seven foxes across from her. 

Jolting herself wide awake, she was dumbfounded by the sheer size of her captors. Each fox was just as enormously massive as her, lumbering orange giants of fur and lard who huffed and puffed just to move around. A few worked gathering the empty containers onto a pile or looking over the vats, while the rest chatted with each other in a circle. Their corpulence was mesmerizing, and immediately caused her stomach to rumble. The sound caught their attention, with each of them grinning at her with covetous stares, as if she were a sack of meat. 

“Look who’s awake,” spoke one of the foxes. “Boys, drop what you’re doing, she’s awake now.” 

The working foxes joined the group as they trundled over to her. Each of their mouths dripped with saliva, and their hungering eyes were all as large as dinner plates. 

“Alright, she’s mine!”

“Hold on, you idiot,” one of the foxes held back his lunging colleague. “The boss said to play the tape before we do anything to her.” 

“Forget the tape, I’m starving!”

“We’re all starving,” spoke another fox, “but the boss will make a snack out of us if he finds out we disobeyed him.” 

“Grrr, alright, fine!” 

The group spread apart, letting Diane view the center of the warehouse. From the warehouse rafters, a white tarp rolled itself down facing Diane’s direction. A projector above her head began to play, projecting its image onto the tarp itself. At that moment, it all became clear to her. The foxes, the vats, the familiar flavor of the desserts she ate earlier, they were all tied to the fox on the screen. 

“Hello, Governor Foxington. Remember me?”

“S…Sunny?”

Diane raised an eyebrow, feeling both anger and confusion toward her old gray fox adversary; the meal who got away. Only, he was vastly changed compared to their first encounter. The once slim-sly fox had somehow become a mountainous blob of a creature. His fat face was now propped up by numerous neck rolls squishing against his massive cheeks. Only a quarter of his visage managed to fit on the screen, but she could tell that he completely dwarfed her in size. 

“That’s right, your good old friend, Sunny Vulpesci. Though, not quite as nimble as you might remember. You see, after you gobbled up all my henchmen at my Los Angeles factory, guzzled down vats and truckloads of cream, and helped to shut down all of my Nevada operations, I had quite the revelation. All that time I exploited gluttony for my own gain, but didn’t recognize its true power before eventually meeting you.”

Suddenly, the gray fox brought what looked like one of his barrels into view, holding it in his large paw as if it were a can of soda. He then began to drink it, tipping it back and gulping down its contents with a large grin on his face. With each gulp, the rolls on his neck swelled even larger, along with his burgeoning white furred chest taking up more of the screen. He sighed with contentment upon finishing, tossing the barrel over his shoulder and giving his chest a squeeze and wobble. 

“Hehehe, oh yeah, you sure inspired me, Ms. Foxington. At first I vowed to get to your size just to gobble you up myself, but then as I gorged myself bigger, hmmf, and fatter, I found myself…addicted to the feeling. I enjoyed devouring more than I could stomach, as well as gorging on other beasts. I even tweaked my Formula F to help me grow fatter at a much faster rate; and the side effects were fantastic. It leaves you with an even larger urge to glut anything and everything around you. I admit, even a few of my henchmen weren’t safe from me for a time; And now, my new plan can finally be set into motion.” 

“By the time you watch this recording, I and a mutual friend of ours will be paying your precious Los Angeles a visit, wolfing down every civilian we find along the way. Meanwhile, a portion of my henchman at this undisclosed factory shall trample into your state, eating everyone in every county and every city. Like me, they’ve all guzzled an ample amount of my new Formula F and are ravenously hungry. Which of them will be the one to gobble you up I wonder. Farewell, Diane. The city of angels buffet awaits.” 

The monitor shut off and the white tarp slowly rolled itself back up. The foxes once more turned their attention to Diane, approaching her with menacing opened paws. 

“Alright, now she’s mine.” 

“Your’s? Who says you get to wolf her down?”

“Because I’m starving more than any of you, that’s why.” 

“You’re starving? I’m starving more!”

The group of foxes snarled and yelled at each other over who got to eat her, pushing and buffeting each other with their large bodies. Diane struggled with her bonds while they were distracted with one another, but was met with very little success. Diverging from the group, a single fox managed to sneak away without being noticed, walking up to Diane with a cascade of drool seeping from his crooked smile. He mischievously giggled while undoing the rope around her wrist; his bulk squishing against her’s. 

“Hehe, while them idiots fight with each other, I’ll have you all to myself. Hehehe.” 

Once her paw was free, he proceeded to pull her arm toward his mouth as if eating a sub sandwich.

“Wait,” whispered Diane, “you’d be a lot faster if you ate both my arms at once. Quick, before they notice.”

“Oh, er-right, hehe.” 

Diane was dumbfounded to find her trick actually worked, as his gluttony muddled brain compelled him to untie her other wrist. The vixen continued. “Untie my legs also. Otherwise you’ll get stuck eating me halfway, and they’ll see you.” 

“Ah, yes. Of course, hehe, you’re gunna be so tasty.” 

Finally free, Diane rubbed at her wrists and nodded back at her savior. “Thank you.” 

With her own hefty weight, she shoved at the fox, causing him to groan as he hit the floor. 

“Hey! She’s loose! Get her!” 

The six standing foxes lumbered toward Diane, each shoving to be the first one to gobble her up. Although they were all as colossal as her, none of them seemed quite accustomed to their weight as much as she was. Months of handling her immense size and past experiences of being in a blob-like state, had trained her well, compared to these foxes having only grown so huge very recently. She pushed them aside as they lunged at her, tiring them out as she thought of how to deal with them. 

Moving in a circle, she tried to keep them all in front of her. Some of them grew wise and lunged at her together, cutting off her avenues of escape and eventually pushing her against the warehouse wall. She huffed with labored breath fighting off a fox as the rest grew closer. As another flanked at her side with mouth wide open, she pulled the fox she was fighting with in his direction. To everyone’s shock, the fox’s head fell into the lunging fox’s mouth. They all watched as the eaten fox struggled to push himself free, and to the devouring fox’s own surprise, he couldn’t help but keep swallowing; the ravenous state Formula F had brushed off any qualms over devouring either friend or foe. 

“Hey, stop it,” shouted one of the foxes, “whose side are you on?”

“You…gotta admit,” spoke another, “that does look…really good.” 

Three of the foxes watched mesmerized as one colleague ate the other; meanwhile, two other foxes barreled toward Diane at the same time. With their arms outstretched to grab her, she leaned back and pulled their arms toward each other, managing to pull a pair into one of their mouths. Like the other pair of foxes, one couldn’t resist devouring the other, even while attempting to pull the arm from his mouth. He quickly gave in to his intense need for gluttony; his fluttering eyes and greedy grin relishing such a massive meal. 

“W-what the heck is going on?”

“Stop eating each other you dolts!”

Diane took the three remaining foxes by surprise, pushing two into each other and knocking them to the floor. The other attempted to grab her, only for Diane to side step him and grab him by the scruff as he waddled past her. Licking her chops, she immediately pulled him into her own mouth, devouring him from behind. Her gluttonous ability to glut down other beasts returned to her in a flash. The joy and pleasure of having such a massive meal occupy her throat caused her fur to stand on end. Her burbling stomach was now fully aroused, and her powerful gullet rapidly gulped down the humongous fox far quicker than the other foxes were currently eating each other. 

As the two fallen foxes struggled to pick themselves off the floor, they froze in both fear and envy watching Diane gobble up her meal. Their eyes fixated at the talent of a true glutton, having managed to gulp down the fox halfway and lift the remaining half onto her own belly. The fox’s immense size adding to her own caused her body to surge with added bulk. Nearly doubling in size, her dress pants tore apart, along with her shirt and suit, unable to contain her blossoming blubber. When she finished her meal, she slammed her arms atop of her enormous gut, towering over the two foxes as she looked down at them with a toothy grin.

“Buuuraaaap, sorry boys. But it looks like I’m the only one who’s eating good today.”

Her belly sloshed as she stomped her way over to them. Both foxes fruitlessly tried pushing themselves to stand up, but their thick blubbery limbs slowed their progress. Leaning forward, Diane grabbed one of their arms in each paw before bringing them up to her mouth. She devoured them both at once, using her powerful throat and gluttonous strength to help pull them up. 

Despite the danger that was soon to occur to her beloved city, the vixen couldn’t help but revel once more in her joy of gluttony. For the time being, she crookedly smiled through rosy red cheeks. The feeling of her body exploding in size ravaged her with euphoria. Each gulp sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine, rippling the rolls down her back. Her eyes winced at the untold strain put on her throat by the two enormous bodies, forcing her to push them down with her own two paws. With every inch they traveled down, her waistline, belly, and rear swelled with such fat, the remaining foxes in the room appeared small by comparison. 

Just as she finished swallowing her meal, Diane was fortunate enough to see the two other foxes finishing theirs. Both laid on their backs, paws rested atop of their globular guts as they gulped down what was left of their colleagues. With drooling mouths and sloppy grins, they gobbled up a thigh each before finally slurping up the footpaws. Moaning with bliss, they were completely oblivious to the towering vixen coveting them like prized pigs; all they could think of was the decadent feeling of having gorged themselves on such massive meals. 

“Oooorp, oof, sorry for eating you, Mack,” said one of the foxes, happily patting his sloshing gut. “But you tasted, uuurp, so good. Alright, where’s that she fox? I’m ready for another round, hehe.” 

“Bworp, I’m right here.” Diane stood over him, partially leaning atop of his engorged gut. “Ready when you are.”

The blubbery hench-fox yelped as Diane pulled him up by his stubby legs, eating his legs first this time. He slid along the slope of her belly, partially enveloped by white furred walls of lard. His tiny paws clutched at heaps of fat, trying to slow his ascent, but the pull of her paws and gullet hoisted him up like a service crane. He could hear the muffled protests of the other foxes from inside her gut; their constant churning caused him to bob up and down. Meeting her face to face, he tried pushing against her mouth one last time. But her arms tucked his arms between her cheeks, until finally, she closed her jaws over his head, and took one final gulp. 

Murmuring with delight, Diane groped and wobbled her prodigious lard, smiling through puffy cheeks partially squishing against her face. Looking for the last fox, she found him waddling his way to the front of the warehouse. The metal walls and rafters shook as she eagerly pursued; the stomping of her hulking legs caused miniature tremors with each step. Just as he opened the garage doors, she managed to snatch him up with both paws before shoving him down her gullet. 

Diane’s eyes popped with wonderment at the smorgasbord available just outside the warehouse. Numerous normal sized foxes bustled around the lot loading crates of desserts and barrels of what she assumed was Formula F into trucks. Three massive silos stood across the lot, with an assembly line of foxes gathered near them. They took turns putting hoses in their mouths, ingesting the silo’s Formula F contents and growing at an alarming rate. Each fox fattened themselves up in a matter of seconds to the size of the other foxes within the warehouse. Dozens upon dozens of mountainous-blubbery henchmen lined up at the edge of the lot, overlooking a city way off in the distance, past what appeared to be a vast desert. Doubtless, they were readying themselves to enact Sunny’s plan. To their terror, all of their eyes noticed Diane bending down to exit the warehouse; the echoing thunder of her sloshing stomach caused all of their heart’s to sink. 

Like a kid with a candy bowl on Halloween, she grabbed at anyone and everyone she could get her paws on. She wolfed down groups of henchmen with ease, while the fatter foxes required her several gulps to glut down. Some of the smaller foxes rushed into the truck trailers for safety; but Diane simply lifted them over her head and shook everything inside into her mouth. She lumbered throughout the lot, growing fatter and larger with each new mouthful. All the while, the mirth she felt left her immensely flustered. 

Becoming more monstrous in size, she glutted down the massive foxes two at a time like she were stuffing her face with burgers. The girth of her arms fattened to the size of houses. Her thighs were as wide as a corporate building, while her rear formed an overbearing canopy above them. Her hips and waist rivaled the height of that of a cruise ship, and her belly slopped itself across the ground like a snowy mountaintop.

Tearing off the roof of the warehouse she left, Diane gobbled up any stragglers that remained inside, demolishing the rest of the structure with her massive belly. Turning back to the lot, she scanned the area for anyone she might have missed. Much of the skinny foxes managed to run or drive away, but she made sure to at least devour all of the fat ones; each of them, like the ones in the warehouse, were unused to managing their newfound weight, making them slow and easy to catch. 

“Hic-hilp, uuuf, such a good, bwooooorp, feast.” The vixen huffed, slapping her paws against what portions of her belly she could still reach. “Shame Sunny, hic-hilp, didn’t have more henchmen. I would have loved to gorge on even—.” 

To Diane’s surprise, she spotted one remaining fat fox over by the three silos across from her. She licked her chops at still having a single snack left; yet, the hench-fox didn’t seem phased by fear, instead, he deviously grinned back. With three hoses in his paws, he shoved them all in his mouth and turned the silo pump on. Forcibly keeping them in his mouth, his body rapidly swelled with blubber, growing the voluptuous vulpine into a more colossal beast. 

Diane’s cheeks flushed a bright red, her mouth dripping with drool. She kneaded her undulating belly, ecstatic at the prospect of her meal willingly fattening itself up for her. She licked her lips once he was half her size, then murmured when he became three quarters. Suddenly, her expression changed when he became exactly her size, and yet, he still continued to grow. Now worried, she waddled over to him, struggling to get to him fast enough. By the time the silos were finally empty, she had reached him too late. 

The male fox bellowed a mighty belch, causing Diane’s own blubber to ripple at his presence. Coated with vast waves of rippling lard, he huskily chuckled as he looked down at her. Inching forward, his tsunami of a belly crashed into Diane’s with a sickening squelch. He then collapsed on top of her, pressing her to the ground as his nearly fat enveloped paws clutched at her sides. 

Barely able to see his face, Diane looked into his hungry eyes, hardly able to move due to her own lard laden body and his own overpowering her. Quickly looking around, she grabbed at a truck trailer she had yet to empty. To her fright, the fox then managed to lift her off the ground, positioning her above his head with his mouth fully open. She slowly inched toward his vast pink maw; the steamy moisture of his breath and the fumes of Formula F made her want to gag. 

Once she was close enough, she dumped the contents of the truck trailer into his maw, causing him to close his mouth and swallow out of reflex. Diane then reached out her own arms and grabbed at his cheeks, pulling herself forward and meeting his muzzle with a wide-mouthwatering chomp. Now trying to push her off, the male fox struggled as she devoured him from above; the amorphous blubber of their neck fat met together like a stack of pancakes. 

With the aid of her own weight, Diane gulped her way down the fox’s titanic body. By in large the fattest creature she had ever ingested, she winced for the first time in ages just to glut him down. The immeasurable volume of his corpulence tripled her own weight. Her body swelled to such obscene lengths she could no longer tell where her hips began and her rear ended. Back down to the ground, she now lifted the remainder of the fox onto her ocean of a gut, swallowing what remained before belching to the heavens. 

Her neck fat squished around her ears, and her robust chest sat like plateaus atop of her vast belly. Her arms laid outspread to her sides, propped up by their meatiness and that of her love handles. With both belly and butt spilling onto the floor, the vixen expanded in all directions. Remaining upright for her was now more or less the same as sitting down. She was now a vast stadium of fur and lard, basking in the catatonic stupor of becoming a being of pure obesity. 

“Hic-hilp, oooogh, urp, oooooorp, hmmmmf.” 

Words escaped how hedonistic she felt in the moment; the only speech she was capable of being expelling gas or moaning with bliss. As overglutted and overgorged as she was, a part of her still yearned for more; perhaps due to her prey being fattened up on Formula F. Then, just as her eyes grew heavy, she fixed her site on the blurred city in the distance, not to devour its citizens, but remembering the turmoil her own beloved city would soon undergo by Sunny and his unknown associate. 

With what strength she could muster, she budged herself forward, body dragging across the earth and crushing anything that came in her way. Once she was close to the city, she may have an idea of where she was. She hoped for Wolf and her friend’s safety, and for a speedy evacuation of the Los Angeles citizens. With the smorgasbord she had here at this unknown warehouse, she could only imagine the buffet Sunny would have with her own city. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have terrorized too much in her absence; and with her luck, he’d be one heck of a final meal to end the biggest gorging of her life.