Foxington of Fat pt 5

Time passed as Diane drifted in and out of consciousness, her eyelids weighing heavily for the brief moments she’d open them, forcing her to return to sleep. Her world became a shrouded mist of uncertainty, not knowing if she’d be waking up in a dream or the real world. For much of her hibernation, she re-experienced her past feats of gluttony, reminiscing on the joys of swallowing whole her first prey, to swallowing the big bad wolf and passing out from the pleasure. Being able to revisit such glorious times in her gluttonous career made her long slumber both pleasant and bearable.

Another few months have passed before Diane was capable of remaining awake, with a few more months passing before she was able to reliably move around. Despite all of her digestion, she maintained a fair amount of her weight, more than she had after all of her previous feasts. She stood chest height with the roof of her house, too large and wide to fit even one of her thighs through the front doors. Her hips stretched as wide as the garage door, while her belly was capable of filling up the entire entrance. Thanks to her height, both were able to barely keep off the ground, allowing her to comfortably move, albeit with labored breath.

Though her weight might have changed, her governing duties had not; and after so much sleeping, she had many things to do. No longer able to work from her own office, Diane employed a personal assistant to help bring her work with her. Together, they helped balance the city’s budget, met with officials over video chat, and did away with the remainder of Sunny Vulpesci’s criminal bakery enterprise in California; the latter of which she highly enjoyed after personally volunteering to dispose of all the contraband pies and baked goods.

Governing was such a tiresome task for one so large, and although her constant hustling helped her to grow more accustomed to her heavier body, the exercise left her out of breath by the end of each work day. As a result, she heavily gorged herself on fast food to make up for the loss in calories, helping her to maintain her weight. It wasn’t enough for her, however, as her current heft made her yearn for her next massive binge. After each exhausting day, proceeded by appreciating her own abundant lard, she once more craved the enveloping feeling of absolute blobdom.

Diane made her new residence with Wolf, as his apartment was still spacious enough to house her, though the elevator was now quite the tight fit. One day, after another tiresome day of work, she received a curious envelope from a popular resort chain with a letter inside. She immediately recognized the name M. Huffington, a very wealthy tycoon who owned a slew of island resorts and some also in Las Vegas. His letter to her was a personal invitation to one of his private islands, filled with other large animals such as herself to enjoy a week of relaxation and enough food to match her wanton desires. Her mouth profusely watered, and her stomach growled with anticipation. After months of tiring exercise and glutting the minimum to maintain her weight, a vacation seemed like just the thing she needed.

Scheduling a week off with her assistant and packing her bags, she headed down to the harbor. A massive cruise ship bearing Huffington’s stylized “H” logo awaited her and many other guests. Waddling aboard, she was pleasantly surprised to see a few other animals almost as fat as she was; furthermore, the rooms and ship’s interior were all well suited for an animal of her size. Food and luxury were in abundance, making the two days out at sea a worthy enough vacation alone on the way to the island.

Once they arrived, Diane and the other guests disembarked and waited for a tram car to drive them up to the resort. Along the docks, she saw island staff unloading hundreds of crates from multiple boats, loading them all onto trucks. They drove at an incline along the asphalt road into a grove of palm trees, with signs directing them toward the resort. The distant volcano could be seen above the treeline, calmly sleeping much like herself after a massive gorging. The clean air was a vast difference over L.A’s atmosphere, almost sweet mixed with the salty sea breeze like a peeled salted orange. The soothing heat of the sun caressed at her abundant fur, like soft paws rubbing in between the gaps of her buttoned up floral shirt and thigh clenching shorts.

On her phone with Wolf as she waited, she blissfully sighed after taking another deep breath of the island’s atmosphere. “I’m telling you Wolf, I’m loving this place already. If it’s even half as great as the boat trip getting here, this’ll probably be the best vacation I’ve ever had.”

“I still think it’s weird that this millionaire tycoon invited you specifically to his own private island.”

“He specifically invited tons of animals, you should see how many there are.”

“Yeah, but for what purpose? He’s spending all this cash to wine and dine all of you out of his good nature?”

“I don’t know, maybe? The letter just said he admired all the good I’ve been doing as governor; that I’ve been such an inspiration to him, and he’d love to meet me in person. Maybe he wants to discuss plans for a new resort he wants to build.”

“I’m just saying, Diane. Something doesn’t seem right.”

“Relax. You know how many times now I’ve been able to take care of myself. Besides, Webs knows my location. If I don’t call you back by the end of the week, feel free to bring in the cavalry. But believe me, I’ll be fine. More than fine. I’ll finally be too heavy for that elevator of yours.”

“Goodness. You’re gunna come back twice as fat aren’t you?”

“Nah, that’ll probably happen by the end of today,” Diane smirked.

Wolf reluctantly sighed. “Well, have fun stuffing your face as usual. Call me soon, alright?”

“Sure thing, Wolf. Buh bye.”

Diane hung up, tucking her phone into her shirt’s chest pocket. Just then, the tram car could be seen driving down the hill. It appeared more tram tank than car, big and burly along with the train of cars trailing behind it, all of which were tall and spacious enough to accommodate their largest guests. Diane entered on the second tram proceeding the first; her luggage being taken on a truck by resort staff. It was surreal fitting underneath a roof again like at her smaller sizes. Used to being the largest beast in a crowd, she blushed as she sat sandwiched between a rather rotund wolf and curvaceous horse; both her luscious waist and hips smothered against their equally fat figures.

Driving up the road through the forest of palms, the resort came into view. It stood like a guardian over the resort’s fountains, cabanas, fire pits and vast swimming pools that made the recreation around. Its windows glistened like diamonds as the sunlight reflected off the glass. The name Huffington was spread across the top of the resort in gold letters. To the left and right of the resort were two smaller buildings resembling; the animals that trickled out of them either dressed in workout attire or appeared so swollen and stuffed they could hardly waddle.

As they drove past the recreation area, Diane was dumbfounded by the number of fat animals that made up the resort clientele, making up a third of the guests. Species of all kinds were all burgeoning with blubber, so fat that the clothes they wore barely covered their bodies. Some beasts wore no clothes at all, too immense for garments and proudly in the fur, with bellies reaching down to their knees and bodies wide enough to fill up a whole hot tub. The vixen’s heart skipped a beat, sweat accumulating on her brow. She took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself of any gluttonous temptations toward the other guests. If other animals in this paradise managed to grow larger than her, the food should be more than sufficient for her needs.

Arriving at the front of the resort, the automatic doors slid open for the herd of guests, tall and wide enough to fit the large group entering side by side. The tile flooring was decorated with a black and orange mosaic pattern with similarly patterned carpets strewn throughout the lobby. Many animals who came before Diane’s group lounged or slept on piles of cushions and burly sofas, socialized at a nearby bar, or flocked to the game area where they gambled at a variety of casino type games, formed their own poker games, or played pool at one of the empty tables. In the center of the lobby was a massive cylindrical tube that served as the elevator, capable of housing dozens of corpulent animals as large or bigger than herself. She gasped with amazement looking upward, seeing the interior of the resort hallowed out with thousands of balconies making up the many rooms, like compartments in a honeycomb.

Diane took a moment to admire the architecture and tropical floral throughout the interior. Everything from the hefty clientele, the furniture and features that could support them, and the atmosphere that made them seem a normal size with the thousand of thinner animals that accompanied her off the cruise ship, comforted her deep down in her bosom.

“Impressive,” said Diane, “very impressive.”

“I’m glad it’s piqued your interest.”

Turning her attention to the voice, Diane’s eyes shot wide open with shock at the sight of a massive standing beside her. As much of a hulking vixen as she was, the husky loomed over her, with a belly like a van and hips wide like a small limousine. His white furred gut peeked through the gaps of his black suit, its golden buttons barely holding on for dear life. His suit pants appeared stretched to their limits, the dimples and rolls of his blubber could be seen underneath the fabric. He smiled through his watermelon sized cheeks and thick neck rolls, looking down at her with amber colored eyes peering between a black mask of fur.

“However,” he spoke, “you haven’t seen the least of what my island has to offer.”

Gallantly bending forward, he held Diane’s paw in his own meaty one twice her size, giving it a kiss. “Marcus Huffington, at your service, my sweet.”

Diane blushed, nervously chuckling while still contemplating the husky’s sheer mass. “D-Diane Foxington. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Huffington.”

“Please, call me Marcus. And the pleasure is all mine, Ms. Foxington.”

“C-call me, Diane. Heh, please forgive me if this sounds inappropriate but…you’re a lot…bigger than I thought you would be.”

The husky’s stomach wobbled as he bellowed with laughter. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all; a  fair amount of the beasts here are all fat and happy. Truth be told, I actually thought you might be bigger in person, but I guess I’ve been putting away several plates too many as of late, hahaha. I wasn’t always this fat, however. About six or so months ago I could still fit into a suit, until something keenly caught my attention; you.”

“M-me?”

“Oh yes, you. I’m actually…a huge fan of your work. Your management as governor is stupendous, and how much you’ve managed to thin down crime in your state has been extraordinary, unheard of throughout the rest of the country. And then there’s your, heh, pardon me, your impressive appetite. You indulge yourself how you like, as much as you like. Your stature serves as a symbol of pride and success, something that really struck me deep down to my core…as you can, haha, plainly see. You’ve been a massive inspiration to my endeavors, Diane. And it’s partly why I’ve created all this.”

Diane wryly smiled, her face partially sinking into her neck fat. “Wow. I…didn’t think me stuffing my face could have such a positive impact on someone. I really inspired you to make this place?”

“You certainly have. Would you allow me to give you a quick tour around the resort area outside? Unless of course you’re feeling worn from the day’s sailing?”

“Oh, no. It’s no trouble at all.”

“Wonderful. Right this way.”

Waddling over to an employee service exit, the fox and husky entered into a garage with multiple golf carts plugged into their charging stations. They used one in particular that was more S.U.V. than cart, comically wide enough to seat the two of them side by side with enough adequate space in front for the stomachs to comfortably rest. Marcus drove out of the garage and onto the resort road, driving along the edge of the recreation area.

“I originally bought this island for a private casino,” said Marcus, “where I’d invite other associates of mine and perhaps their friends for high stakes games. I wasn’t fully set on an idea, until I saw you on the news. It was you advertising your city’s community day celebration,with all the rides, performances, and food. You took part in that hot dog eating contest and won. I’d never seen a beast indulging in such degrees of gluttony.”

Diane averted her gaze from the husky’s amber eyes, embarrassed by his admiration. “W-well, that wasn’t the only contest I won that day, heh.”

“You were just so passionate about it, that I became curious. I threw a bit of a binge for myself, and right away, I was hooked. I used this island as my personal getaway while I gradually grew. Then it occurred to me, surely there were others who all felt the same way toward food and being fat. So I invited a select few at first to enjoy my accommodations. They invited others, and now, here we are, a bountiful community.”

Driving by the massive pool area, it amazed Diane to see so many other animals like herself basking in the refreshing water and hot sun. Some lounged in lawn chairs sturdy enough to hold their heft, others floated on the water on pool chairs on the deeper end of the pool. On the shallow end, animals played pool volleyball, though the fatter guests hardly moved from their positions. Beside the pool was a wide cabana were animals sat with their drinks and snacks, while staff cooked succulent meats over a barbecue grill to fill their orders. It was one section of the long stretch of cabanas, chairs, cobblestone paths to walk through a garden of tropical foliage, and other areas to relax and socialize.

“You have one heck of a paradise here, Marcus. I just wished you would have invited me here sooner.”

“Hehe, we just had to get everything prepared for your arrival first. Like this building to our left here.”

Diane turned her attention leftward, her mouth on the brink of salivation. The building was a massive wooden cabin with glass walls revealing the whole interior. Animals big and small sat at long burly tables stretching across the halls. A row of buffet stations stretched from every corner of the room save for the front entrance. Beasts gorged themselves with abandon, bursting through clothing and collapsing onto their tables in gluttonous stupors, all in real time. Groups of fat friends all leaned on each other as they exited the buildings, bellies swaying from side to side as they all groaned with exertion to put one footpaw in front of the other. The entire building was an orgy of overeating, and the beasts that waddled out of it sent her greedy lust to devour them all ablaze.

“The dinning hall,” said Marcus, “filled with just about every dish you could ask for. Hundreds of staff of some of the fastest cooks I’ve gathered from all walks of life, with a hundred more to replace them at the end of their shifts. Tens of thousands of pounds of meat, fish, and veggies come down to the harbor every day and the majority is cooked up here.”

Diane quickly looked away to avoid any temptations toward the other guests. She wiped the drool from her lips, taking notice of the building to her right on the other side of the recreation area. “What’s that place over there?”

“Oh, that?” Cutting through an intersection, the pair drove towards the building. “That’s our gym facility. Some of our guests prefer to exercise before or after meals, so we give them that option. You’d be surprised how many use it the day after a huge feast. It can get rather crowded at times. Speaking of feasts, we’re having one early tomorrow in honor of all you new arrivals. We just love it when new guests come to the island.”

“Oh, good. I can’t wait to be a part of it.”

“I’m so happy you said that,” the husky grinned, “all of the regulars would be honored to have you.”

Driving back to the resort, Marcus dropped off Diane at the front entrance. The vixen walked around the cart, turning to the husky and bashfully smiling as he looked upon her with a covetous gaze. “I just want to say, thank you for your invitation, Marcus. This place feels like a dream come true.”

“Of course, Diane. As I’ve said, I’ve been wanting to bring you here for some time now. The staff have already taken your luggage up to your room, and I’ve personally ordered you a little something. I’m sure it’ll be more than adequate for a vixen of your…insatiable talents. But please, feel free to order more if you so desire. I’d love you looking your biggest for the feast tomorrow.”

Giving the fox a wink, the husky drove the cart back down the road; his immensely wide frame growing smaller as he grew further distant. Diane licked her chops, curious to see what he ordered for her, and how much of it. She entered the resort and took the giant elevator up to her floor. Pleasantly pleased at not having to squeeze through a doorway for once, she marveled at the vast openness of her room. But more importantly, her jaw dropped at the several dozen trolley towers that were spread throughout the room. Each tower was fitted with four trays, each with either a fat succulent roast pig or turkey, complete with stuffing. The steam still rose off of them, perfuming the room with the smell of juicy meat. Her stomach rumbled with greedy voraciousness, compelling her to shut the door behind her and pounce on her first official meal on the island.

After watching the wobbling frames and drunken smiles of other fat animals since she arrived, it was invigorating to finally eat something herself since getting off the ship; especially with the tantalizing temptation to gobble up other guests. It truly satiated her predatory urge to wolf down an entire turkey; the many animals she had devoured whole up to now helped had trained her to gobble it up effortlessly, like eating a sandwich. She pushed it down her maw with both paws, grinning with pleasure from its sheer mass expanding her throat before trailing down into her stomach with a squelch. She licked her lips, patting her blubbery gut and giving it a playful wobble.

“*Mmmff*, goodness,” Diane cooed, “so good, *hmmff*. I love that husky!”

Huffing a flustered sigh as she caressed her lard, she grinned through her luscious cheeks. Cycling between pigs and turkeys, her stomach quickly filled. She groaned to undo the buttons of her shirt, barely managing to reach them before tossing it on an extra wide couch. She kept her shorts on; the wideness of her immense hips helped to keep them fitted in place, though her tail and top half of her rear slightly peeked out. She waddled from trolley to trolley, taking large strides that jiggled her hips from underneath the short’s fabric. Thankfully, with how large the room was, she had plenty of space to move around, as well as grow.

Blithely stuffing her face, Diane basked in the pleasure of her hedonism. Relying on her throat muscles alone to swallow her food, she used her free paws to admire her soft body. Her abundant chest squished like dough between her digits, molding around her arms and pressing against her cheeks and neck fat. Her love handles weighed like barbell plates, thicker than her chubby paws can fully grasp but still fun to bounce them around with her digits. Lifting up the heap of blubber that was her belly, her paws held onto what portions of it they could reach. They sunk deep into the mound of fur and lard, shaking it about and causing it to glorp, like a pool of bubbling tar. The combination of glutting and playing with her fat left her incredibly flustered. The only thing that could make it better, would be an extra set of paws massaging her and cramming more food down her gullet.

Enamored with her feast, she picked up her pace by shoving pork and poultry into her mouth two at a time. Her belly rapidly surged outward, closing the gap between it and the ground after finishing half the trolleys in the room. Even as she grew wider, the trolleys were the only things her gut collided with when she turned her body. The bed and other furniture were perfectly spaced to keep her from brushing up against them, and the ceiling was still several feet away from her reaching it. By the time she finished the final trolley, she was still not even half the size of the room, compared to how cramped her own bedroom would feel if she tried fitting inside.

Diane stretched her arms over her head, belching and yawning after finishing what she’d classify as a slightly above average dinner. She looked at the phone sitting on a desk across the room, contemplating on ordering a second round, with perhaps some kegs of drinks added in. Her head felt heavy however, and the bed being much closer to her looked so inviting. The mattress was thick like her love handles, and almost as wide as the elevator to Wolf’s hideout. She didn’t expect to suddenly feel so sleepy, chalking it up to experiencing a bit too much euphoria all in one eating session.

Waddling to the side of the bed, she groaned as she rolled herself onto it; her sloshing belly sounding like the growl of a malformed monster. She layed on her back, blissfully sighing with arms and legs outspread. It felt good to fit on a proper bed once more rather than a collection of several dozen mattresses. Languidly plopping her paws onto her stomach with half shut eyes, she gently patted its plush fat.

“This place, *orp*, is such a paradise,” Diane formed a smile, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. “I’m…gunna…get…so…fat…”

With her last word, Diane nestled between her cheeks and neck rolls into a deep slumber. The burden of sleep weighed on her like an anvil, even dreams couldn’t penetrate the black void. Her loud snoring became only a muffle, and her burbling gut’s greedy protests for more food fell on deaf ears. Much like her long rest after the pie factory, she was at the complete mercy of her tired body. Unbeknownst to her, a platoon of resort staff snuck inside her room, carrying ropes, pulleys, and rolling in a massively wide stretcher.

* * * * *

Rousing from her sleep, the oppressively bright light of the room managed to pierce through the veil of darkness of Diane’s closed eyes. The vixen moaned, her head feeling heavy like a sack of rocks. Her aching back made for a rude awakening, laying flat on the mattress which now felt horribly stiff like a plank of wood. She mumbled in confusion as her paws were unable to rub the blurriness of her eyes; her arms outspread and wrists handcuffed to the bed. Blinking and focusing her eyes, she was shocked to see she was in fact not in her room, but a completely different room with white walls, fluorescent lights, a large white block that she laid on, and a single door throughout the entire room. And there, standing over her, was the massive husky who invited her to the island, sinisterly grinning from ear to ear.

“M-Marcus,” said Diane, “w-what’s going on? What is this?”

The husky covered his mouth, holding back a hefty belch. Diane’s ears perked up at a curious yet familiar sound coming from his stomach. Craning her neck downward, she grimaced at the sight of his massive belly pulsating with muffled cries for help coming from underneath its heavily layered flesh. Objects protruded in multiple directions, jutting in and out in an attempt to find and exit. She knew all too well what this meant. Suddenly, the husky’s covetous gaze became far more foreboding.

“Pardon the commotion,” Marcus heartily patted his glorping stomach with one paw, “I had a few of the new arrivals before coming over here. I’m sad to say it but, *orp*, you missed most of the feast; my fault of course. My staff told me it was unnecessary to add so much sedative to your food, but knowing your reputation, I didn’t want to take any chances.”

Diane scowled back, retching her limbs trying to free herself. “The cruise ship that brought us all here. That was just another food delivery to you?”

“For the most part, yes. There are about ten of my circle who just arrived to enjoy the predatory experience, but everyone else was just a part of the menu. And you’re today’s special.”

“Why? What was so important about me coming here?”

“Payback, Ms. Foxington. Not just for me, but for a couple of my associates as well who’d love nothing more than to have you swallowed whole like the many villains that made you into the tub of fat you are now.”

Lighting a cigar, the husky began glacially pacing around the vixen. “It started at the villain’s convention last year, where you literally ate into a fair chunk of my profits that I usually make there every year. You and the Big Bad Wolf made quite a mess that day, eating most of my employees but a few. One of them even managed to get a brief recording of the incident, of you, shoving dozens of villains down your gullet like a pawful of fries. I was immediately repulsed by the grizzly scene…and yet…mesmerized by it.”

Diane watched as he looked up at the ceiling, blowing a puff of smoke wearing a pleasant smile. He continued, “It was difficult to see with how full your cheeks were, but I saw the look on your face. That rapturous smile. That sheer joy of dominance and power over another creature. The drunken intoxication of it…oh yes…I know that feeling quite well. But this was something new, a delightful form of dominance that could only come from devouring another. When I saw how massive you were and how you relished for even more sustenance, I was simply…stricken with awe.”

“Since then,” he continued, “I’ve invited specific guests onto this island, where I and other villains can enjoy the same euphoria you’ve experienced until now. You’d be surprised how ravenous some of them are, much like yourself.”

“So what, you’re going to eat me now, is that it? Finally hork down the one who inspired you to start all this?”

“As much as I would love to, there was more money to be made in auctioning you off. You were paid for by this young man who’s heir to an oil company. You’ll make a fine meal for him, he has a large appetite. In the meantime, I must head off island for other business. There’s a mutual associate of ours who’d love to hear news of your demise. Farewell, Diane. It’s been a pleasure.”

As Marcus exited the room, a ferret and weasel entered after him. Both were incredibly fat, with the ferret being approximately Diane’s own girth. The weasel held onto a camcorder, recording as they entered the room. He pointed it directly at the fox, sneering and laughing as she struggled to break free.

“Whoa, dude,” said the weasel, “she’s huge, almost as big as you.”

“Nah,” said the ferret, partly raising his stomach with two paws, “I’m bigger. Look at her, she’s got more hips than waist compared to me.”

“You sure you could finish all of that? After the five you already ate?”

“Bro, this stomach can handle a boat load of animals. Trust me. Just remove her cuffs when I finish eating half of her, alright?”

“Yeah, sure thing. Got anything to say governor? Come on, give us a smile for the camera.”

Diane remained silent, averting her head away from the camera. She gasped as the cuffs around her ankles were suddenly undone. Trying her best to kick at the ferret, her meaty legs sluggishly flopped about for a mere three seconds; their hefty weight being too much to excessively move. Panting after tiring herself out, she was helpless against the ferret’s advance, who brought her legs together and proceeded to devour her whole.

Her heart picked up in pace, feeling the tepid moisture of the ferret’s throat wrap around her bulging calves. The weasel walked up and down the table, recording at different angles while capturing his friend eating and Diane’s fearful expressions, all while giving his own taunting commentary. She tried wretching her legs free from his mouth, but the pull of his gulps and paws sucked her in deeper, albeit at a slow pace. Despair overwhelmed her, feeling his mouth and teeth crawl up to her enveloped knees. The reality of what she had done to so many villains now manifested today. After finding a way to escape all her past dilemmas, such as the weasels in the warehouse, the big bad wolf trying to eat her, or the vat at the pie factory, she saw no way to survive this situation.

The further the ferret ate up her elephantine thighs, the slower his pace became. Feeling her footpaws wriggle in the openness of his warm stomach, she dejectedly hung her head up, tapping it against the table to knock some semblance of a plan into her head. Knowing from her experience devouring other large prey, her thighs and hips will only buy her a minute or two of time before he devours past her belly like eating a marshmallow.

“Dang dude,” said the weasel, “this fox is mouthful ain’t she? Pounding down some serious burgers to build those thighs. Am I good to uncuff her wrists, do you think?”

The ferret gave a thumbs up, swallowing just a few inches away from her prodigious rear. With one paw still on the camcorder, the weasel unlocked one of Diane’s handcuffs, freeing an arm. At that moment, a plan popped into the vixen’s head; a single act of desperation which she was unsure would work or not. After unlocking her other wrist, she lunged at the weasel who stood far too close to her. The weasel was too slow to react as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning him forward with his hefty gut squishing against the table. Cursing in panic, his head quickly found itself within the fox’s maw.

While still swallowing Diane, the ferret watched, eyes bulging with horror as the fox devoured his friend. She devoured the weasel far quicker than he was devouring her; her veteran experience with eating animals allowed her to gobble him up as if she were sucking him through a straw. In just a few gulps and clutching along his back, she had managed to swallow him up to his belly; even at his own corpulent size it did little to slow her down. Of all the numerous island guests he managed to gulp down, most of which being either skinny or chubby, he had never experienced a beast eat someone so fat so effortlessly. His horrified eyes were witnessing the work of a true apex predator.

He watched as his friend’s footpaws lifted off the ground, Diane’s swollen gut spilling over the edge of the table. He awkwardly had to readjust himself as she laid on her side, the weight of his friend adding to her own girth. Hearing her slurp up his tail and take a final gulp, her body ballooned in size with a sickening glorp. Inches away from her voluptuous rear, it suddenly swelled in size; her thighs stretching the inside of his gullet even wider. He winced at the sudden change in size, immediately startled at the prospect of choking. The increasing blubber of her hips and butt enveloped his muzzle, making it tougher to wolf her down.

Feeling him struggle to devour her added girth, Diane thrashed about like a fish out of water; the sloshing momentum of her blubber helping her to sway about. Little by little she felt her chunky legs slip out of the ferret's mouth, until she was finally able to bend her enveloped knees again. Swaying off the table, she collapsed onto her stomach with a squelch. The ferret who was still eating her fell over as well, smacking his face into the wall. With her captor now dazed from the impact, the fox dragged herself along the floor, slipping the rest of her legs free from out of his mouth and standing herself up.

“*Hnng*, gross,” said the fox, shaking what drool she could off her legs. She arched her back, grunting from the added weight of the weasel weighing her down. Stomping her way forward, she stood over the ferret who sat groaning with dazed discomfort. “So, your stomach can handle a boatload of animals, eh?”

Diane leaned forward, partially resting atop of her belly with a paw on the wall for support. She smugly grinned, squishing her belly as the weasel squirmed about. “Someone as big as you and your friend, could no doubt clear out a boatload of thin and chubby animals. But you’ve never eaten anyone as big as me, have you? *Pfft*, amateur.”

Grabbing him by the shoulders, she helped him onto his haunches. “I’ll show you how it’s done. You and every other bad guy on this island.”

Too dazed to resist, the ferret hardly put up a fight as she shoved him into her mouth. Rapidly swallowing down to his chest, she murmured with delight at the sheer mass of his fat body filling her gullet, like a mound of cake the size of a wrecking ball. Gobbling up a beast whose size rivaled her own filled her with newfound vigor, revitalizing her limbs, senses, and lust for more sustenance. The average hunger she’d normally have around lunchtime had inflamed into full blown gluttony, bringing with it all the pleasures and satisfactions of the feast.

Gulping up to his waistline, her stomach surged forward, spilling onto the floor further in front of her. Her gluttonous strength helped her to lift him off the ground, dangling him at an angle above her head while using her paws to keep him steady. He traveled down her gullet not much harder than gobbling up five of yesterday’s roasted pigs at once. His malleable blubber smoothly packed itself in her cheeks; his abundant lard gave him a fluffy texture like chocolate mousse.

Swallowing his footpaws and gulping one final time, her belly squelched against the wall, nearly tipping her over. Her widened rear caught her against the table; her once comfortable shorts now ripping  at the seams as her thighs broke through. Belching with immense satisfaction, the fox toothily grinned at the bounty of blubber she had amassed. Swelling to almost twice her size, the ferret and weasel became two hulking-squirming orbs within her stomach. Their own lard so generously added to her own, causing what used to be quite a wide room to feel rather snug.

“*Oooouurp*, goodness, that was a close one. You two almost had me,” Diane patted her gut, “but I’m still the best predator around. And…hohoho…”

A fountain of drool seeped out the corners of her mouth, thinking of all the other fat animals she’s seen throughout the island. “And I can’t wait to show the rest of them. This island, *bwooorp*, is a voracious glutton’s paradise. This will be a day to remember!”

Lifting what she could of her belly, it blorped as it fell back into place. Diane’s hips rubbed against the wall and table as she trundled over to the doorway. It was wide, but still required her to wiggle her hips through due to her increase in size. She entered into a white hallway with other rooms on either side of her. Voices came from inside them, from panicked yells to casual banter. Suddenly, a fat tiger exited the room to the left of her; his stomach pulsating with squirming prey.

He looked to her with a sloppy grin, noticing her own massive gut moving about. “Wow, bagged yourself some, *buuurap*, big ones. Nice.”

“Thanks,” Diane waddled over to him, “and I’m about to bag one more.”

Pinned against the edge of the doorway by the fox’s gut, the tiger pushed against her orange lard. “W-what are you doing? Remember the rules? No eating other predators.”

“There’s a new rule now. Eat anything that moves.”

Overpowering the tiger with her superior bulk, Diane wolfed him down with little effort, adding both to her wideness and height. Trudging down the hall, she went room by room looking for her next meal. Other predators either chatted together or laid on tables themselves, basking in their fullness after eating their prey. Her belly oozed into each room like a blob of orange pudding, dwarfing her would be prey in size. With nowhere to run, she made easy meals out of animals of many shapes and sizes, from chubby foxes, to hippos that took up a quarter of the room. The panicked protests of her prey alarmed nobody in the adjacent rooms, as they were the sounds they had been hearing throughout the resort all morning. With no one running away, Diane ate extremely well; squeezing herself out of rooms and picking off anyone who exited theirs.

Going through every room and cycling back to the center of the hall, the fox moaned with glee. Her hips and waistline squished against either side of the hall; her abundant rear long tearing her shorts to shreds. Her arm was just a tails length away from reaching the ceiling, making the interior of the building more snug. Letting loose a hefty belch, she gave her monstrous belly a few mirthful pats, delighted by its soupy sloshing and movements. Her numerous prey muffled underneath the vast layers of lard that coated her flesh, creating indents and protrusions through her fur as they searched for a way out. She licked her chops, smiling at amassing such bountiful amounts of blubber once again, with so much more to come.

Turning to an intersecting hallway, Diane squeezed her way through in search of more beasts to eat. Her blubber pressed against the surrounding windows of what appeared to be studios made for fitness instruction; the insides of which contained yoga mats, medicine balls, and weights, but no animals using them. Reaching the double wide doors at the end of the hall, she pushed them open with her belly, barely managing to duck her head underneath. She spilled her way into a large open room filled with gym equipment, and a plethora of fat animals who used them. They all stared at the fox, and she stared right back, drooling with pulsating eyes and a crooked smile.

As fat as the animals in the hall were, they paled in comparison to the ones currently exercising within the gym area. They were creatures of absolute indulgence, pooling with lard that rested inches off the ground; each of them exercised as penance with sweat and heavy breathing just to remain barely mobile. Much of them barely fit on the seats of the equipment they were using, all while having their stomach’s jostled about with prey. Truly all of the thin guests and some of the fat ones she arrived with on the island had all been eaten by the regulars, leaving her with very little qualms about gobbling up every last animal in the room.

“Uh, miss,” spoke a bear as large as a minivan, benching weights beside her, “none of the equipment in here is blob certified. You’ll just have to burn off that weight the old fashion way.”

“*Oooourp*, actually,” said Diane, “I much prefer being a blob, *bworp*. Putting on a mountain of blubber feels too good to burn off.”

“Uh…okay. Then you’d probably want to head over to the dinning hall. All the other massive preds are having an after feast lunch now that all the newbies are eaten. You’d fit right in over there, you’re almost as big as them.”

Diane’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates; her paws were unable to wipe away the fountain of drool pouring down her mouth fast enough. “You don’t say? I’ll do just that. Right after I eat, *urp*, every last one of you in this room.”

“W-what?”

Collapsing herself atop of the bear, she wrapped her arms around him, lifting him atop of her belly before shoving him in her mouth. Diane waddled further into the room, grabbing a nearby german shepard and forcibly shoving him in her maw as well. When the other animals saw this, they leapt from their gym equipment to try and help. They surrounded her from all sides squishing against her flab with their own prodigious bulk as they tried pulling her two victims out of her mouth. To her joy, Diane was dog piled under the fat of the other guests, some of which scaled her body to hold back her arms or push against her cheeks.

Trapped under an avalanche of lard, the greedy fox truly cut herself loose. Her gulps pulled both the bear and canine down several inches at a time, producing sickening glorps as they bulged out her throat. Those animals that tried pulling them out were quickly sucked in, filling her cheeks up to their elbows before she swallowed them up to their torsos as well. Her swelling corpulence soon pushed the other animals further away from her, making it increasingly difficult to hold down her arms and completely bury her. Gulping down a few more animals, her arms grew too fat for her captors, allowing her to gather up the six other animals atop of her stomach and chest, and push them all into her gaping maw.

Their blubbery bodies squished and enveloped one another as they tried escaping Diane’s clutches. But her powerful gullet and flexible maw devoured each of them in just a few gulps, as if stuffing down elephantine heaps of butter. As her content burps echoed throughout the room, the remaining collection of animals broke out into a panic, heading toward the exit on the other side of the room. Blowing up in size, the ground shook with each of Diane’s paw steps, rattling the rafters and shaking some weights off of their racks. Her hips and belly brushed aside any surrounding equipment, bunching up on either side of her and forming a sort of wall to help prevent guests from circling around her. Like fish in a barrel, they became backed up at the exit doorway, fighting to push on through but clogging up the exit in the process.

Diane giggled with the utmost enjoyment, groaning as she leaned herself onto her stomach just to reach her feast. They were like beasts lining up for a convention, creating a bus length of distance between her and the door. Like digging her grubby paws into a bag of chips, she grabbed at those animals closest to her, shoving them in her mouth and wolfing them down in less than ten seconds. Depending on their girth, she swallowed two to three at a time. Their blubbery mass quickly added to her own, blocking the light from the rest of the room behind her, and closing the gaps between the walls and ceiling.

So engrossed in her gorge, the fox was oblivious to her amassing blubber beginning to fill out the room. The closer she got to the exit, the more her waistline began pooling up against the corners of the walls. Her rear and back rolls pressed against the ceiling, pushing panels out of place as her lard pushed through. Lying flat on her belly just to reach more animals, it continued filling out the rest of the room. Save for the weightlifting equipment piling around the edges of the room, soon the entire ground floor became covered in an ocean of orange fur.

Nearing closer to the exit, Diane kept fervently eating, despite feeling her chest, back rolls, and the fat under her arms oppressively trying to envelop her. All view of the other side of the room had completely vanished behind a wall of fur and blubber, with only her head and globular arms being all her victims could see. Grabbing a bull, zebra, and stoat who were stuck side by side between the doorway, she pushed all three in her mouth at once, sloppily grinning and completing her meal.

Having completely destroyed the ceiling, her encroaching mass pushed heavily against the stone roof of the building. The room became a cramped box, giving her body nowhere left to stretch. She swallowed the remaining three animals, flexing her throat to try and keep them down. Clutching her gut with her paws, she forcibly strained to make room for them in her stomach. The stone of the roof and walls around her suddenly began to crack, snapping the wooden beams that framed the building to make way for her growing fat. When the three were finally swallowed, her added lard burst through the confines of the building. Rubble tumbled around her body, and the warmth of sunlight grazed across her back. She felt the cool breeze of the outside brushing against her face as she stood herself upright. Blinking her eyes, the sight of the resort road and recreation area lay directly in front of her.

Diane huskily moaned to the sky, basking in the warmth of day with her paws rested atop of her immeasurable bulk. She craned her head back, contentedly sighing as her two story house of a belly poured outward, demolishing the rest of the building’s front wall. Her hips and rear spilled over the remaining three walls, gradually crumbling them down to heaps of rubble. Looking down at her body, she bit her lip, huffing at the sheer mass of blubber she managed to accumulate.

“*Mmmff*, goodness, *bwooorp*, *guh*, how many animals did I eat? Oooh, they were all so fat, *burap*, *hmmf*. So fluffy and soft to swallow…it was like, *orp*, eating butter. Oh yes, now their precious lard, *huff*, is all mine.”

Lifting her lard laden arms, she dropped them atop of her gut with a thunderous plop. She murmured with pleasure, feeling all of her prey sloshing throughout her gut; their own wobbling lard caused her’s to wobble twice as much, giving her gut an amorphous quality greater than gelatin.

“*Hmmff*, I’m so huge, and there’s still more animals to glut. Oh Diane, just how fat, *orp*, can you possibly get?”

Giving her belly, chest and cheeks a loving squeeze, the fox lifted a footpaw and made her way toward the recreation area.

The ground shook with each of Diane’s steps, followed by thunderous sloshing from her belly lurching forward. She licked her chops watching the panicked animals struggle to run while lugging around large bellies burdened by their meals. Groaning just to lean forward, she grabbed at them with her meaty paws. Having grown into a blubbery giant, even the fattest animals she picked up fit comfortably in her chubby paws before she cramped them into her mouth, relishing their thick fatness like glutting a triple cheeseburger. Some hid underneath the cabanas, while those trying to run were tripped up by the seismic activity of her steps. She picked them off one by one, save for those hiding which she gobbled up in bunches, along with the smoking barbeque and drinks the cabanas provided.

Approaching the massive swimming pool at the center of the area, the animals swimming in it numbered like cereal in a bowl. Diane’s footsteps caused the waters to grow turbulent, making it harder for them to swim for safety. Purposely falling forward, the enormous girth of her chest filled out a quarter of the pool. With her head in the water, she opened her mouth and began drinking, sucking down liquid like an open drain.

The pull of the current suddenly began sucking in the animals as well. Swollen guests lounging on pool chairs or floating in the water screamed in horror as Diane’s cave-like maw grew closer; the arch of her fangs and deep blackness of her throat gave the look of a trepidatious gateway. Like going down the dark tube of a waterslide, animals were immediately swept down her gullet, save for the fatter guests who required a few more gulps. The constant plugging and unplugging of her mouth allowed her to fill her cheeks with multiple animals at a time, swallowing them whole up to five at once. The euphoria of it left her flustered, crookedly smiling  at the corner of her lips and blushing a bright crimson from the sheer pleasure.

As she ate dozens of guests, her lard continued to surge in mass. Gripping the sides of the pool, she pulled herself forward, filling it more with her corpulency. The rolls across her back and neck increased in number and size. Her rear rose like a small mountain, hips pouring outside of the pool like a cupcake overflowing its wrapper. Her arms were as thick as garbage trucks, while her cheeks were so fat they constantly squished against her eyes while battling with her jiggling neck folds.

After slurping up the last of the water and reaching the other end of the pool, Diane gathered together the remaining animals in her soft embrace. Pushing them toward her maw, she forcibly crammed in as many as she could between her cheeks to the point she could no longer close her mouth. The strain on her jaws caused her to wince, feeling the house sized mass of fat animals slither into her gullet after taking a mighty gulp. She pushed them the rest of the way with her paws, barely able to get her digits into her mouth. Wriggling and writhing within her chest, the mass of prey filled her with the utmost pleasure before swelling her body with a loud blorp.

Diane’s ensuing belch echoed throughout the open land, startling the birds within the surrounding jungle. Miraculously able to stand herself upright, she looked to the dining hall across from her with drunken satisfaction, watching some escaping animals flock inside for safety. Hiccuping, she waddled over, barely able to feel her own footpaws under the monoliths of lard that were now her legs. Her vast size crushed the cabanas and gazebos along her path, pushing over palms and flattening the landscape under her belly. The front windows of the dinning hall bursted as her gut squished against them, partially enveloping the building, including the roof.

She clutched at both sides of the roof, tearing half of it off like she were opening a present. Marveling at what was inside, the building was filled to the brim with the fattest animals she had ever seen thus far. The biggest gluttons of the island were veritable blobs, pooling with blubber to the point of immobility, just as she was back at the gym. Each one squished against another, barely leaving a crack of space for one to maneuver around the room. Their waistlines and bellies enveloped some of the smaller beasts unfortunate enough to squeeze between them. Meanwhile, dining hall staff rushed between the kitchen and serving area feeding guests hulking platters of fattening foods.

Like reaching into a cookie jar, Diane grabbed at her tantalizing meals; their lard laden bodies completely enveloped her paws up to her wrists. Gleefully she ate them, filling out each of her cheeks before gulping them down with a content sigh. Even some of the food from the surrounding tables were mixed in; the tiny plates and debris no longer being an issue for her vast throat and stomach. She ate whatever she could grab throughout the building, including picking off some of the thinner cooking staff within the kitchens and popping them in her mouth like candy. Only a few animals managed to escape through the back exits once most of the blobs were eaten. By then, Diane had cleared the entire building of several dozen blobs, jutting out her belly which then reduced the dinning hall to rubble.

Watching the escaping animals flock to the resort, that became her next target. Moaning and groaning, she shuffled toward the building, struggling to budge her mountainous gut and lift her legs. Like picking her favorite chocolates from a box, she dug her paws into the rooms where she saw animals hiding, plucking them out and popping them in her mouth. Those crowding on the cylinder elevator, she took the elevator itself, tipped it at an angle and devoured everyone on it like eating from a tube of chips. Noticing some animals trying to escape using the trams, she plucked them off the ground, shaking off any animals sitting in the back cars above her mouth.

Clearing out every room up to her chest, she struggled to bend over to reach the ground floors. Even laying atop of her belly raised her too high to reach down with her paws. Being forced to lean further forward, her head stuck inside the building giving her full access to all the beasts hiding around the gameroom floor and adjacent buffet. She demolished her surroundings, sweeping her arms to gather more prey, along with stuffing all sundry into her mouth including buffet tables, plates and silverware. It was all like sesame seed grains within her cavernous gullet, along with the hundreds of panicking animals trying to escape her reach.

Huffing to stand back up, Diane tore the entire resort in half with the back of her body. Letting loose a monstrous belch, she drunkenly leaned onto what remained of the building for balance. Face sinking into a sea of neck rolls, the vixen murmured as each hiccup massaged her face with her own enveloping fat. Growing as wide as the resort itself, she could hardly fathom the enormity of her size. Her hips and love handles were in such abundance, you could fit several trucks underneath her folds. Her rear had become so vast, she’d make a seat out of the cruise ship she arrived on. Her belly stretched as wide and tall as the resort building, ebbing and flowing with liquid like consistency. The cacophony of sloshing her body produced was like a soothing lullaby to her ears.

“*Ooooh*, *hic-hilp*, sooo…faaat, *bwooorp*. So…huge. So…much, *hic-hilp*, lard.”

She rubbed the surface of her gut, murmuring at how much space her blubbery arms were able to cover. Just then, the horn of a ship could be heard blowing down by the harbor. Moaning at the thought of further glutting herself, she patted her stomach and was once again on the move.

At a glacial pace, she cut through the jungle of palm trees, flattening everything in front of her. Seeing the harbor come into view, she watched as the remaining resort beasts frantically climbed aboard three separate cargo ships that delivered the island’s food earlier that morning. Diane trudged her way down to the dock, collapsing belly first into the water and creating sizable waves that rocked all three ships. Like a toy boat, she picked one of them up, shaking it over her mouth like a bag of chips. The fat guests and hotel staff that piled onto the deck cascaded into her maw, while those dangling on her lips or had fallen on her neck rolls, she lapped up with her tongue. The animals who had a tighter grip on the ship’s railing, she licked and slurped up, clearing out the entire deck before digging her claws into the ship’s hull and tearing it in half. She angled each half of the ship over her mouth, shaking and devouring everyone left within both interiors.

Wading through the water at chest height, she pushed herself over to the last two ships, devouring everyone on board in the same fashion as the first. Her eyes squinted at the salty taste of the sea, like sucking at a lemon as she slurped up any animals who jumped into the water. The empty husks of three cargo ships were left partially sunk, with nary a peep from any surviving island goers. Wading up to the docks, Diane cleaned out any shipping containers and truck trailers that carried the resort’s new shipment of food, downing literal tons of meat, fruits, and veggies as if they were bite sized snacks. Save for her din of sloshing and husky hiccups, the island was free of the panicked screams of her prey.

The amorphous-mountainous blob of a fox hauled herself back onto the harbor, crushing the entire dock facility and its vehicles under her blubber. With nothing left to glut, she was finally able to take into account just how fat she had become. Huffing and moaning with pleasure, her mind was barraged with the overwhelming euphoria of amassing so much jiggling lard. Hundreds of animals sloshing within the turbulent currents of her stomach, continuing to pile on new rolls and thicker layers of fat by the minute. She felt every thick fold of her body squish against one another, swaying to and fro in attempts to envelop the other. Her limbs became swallowed up by her own fat, with her head dangerously following suit as her neck rolls folded over her head and ears. She had reached the peak of fatness. Much like her time at the villain’s convention, the ecstasy was all she could comprehend.

“*Huff*, *Hnng*, *Hic-hilp*, *ooooh*, Wolf! It’s, *hmmmff*, too, *hilp*, much! *Hnnnnff*!”

On her final moan, her cheeks had completely enveloped over her mouth, followed by her back rolls burying on top of her. As her head sunk into her neck fat, she could feel the rest of her limbs sinking deeper into her body as well. Her rear poured over her thighs, and her thighs swallowed her calves. Her arms devoured her forearms, and her surrounding belly began pooling around her hips and torso. Unable to move, she was at the whim of her own devouring fat.

Diane immediately blacked out from the overload of pleasure, her thoughts of Wolf’s scolding gaze being her last before losing consciousness. She slipped into the dark void of sleep, empty minded with not a dream able to form. She would continue to grow while she digested the day's meals, swelling her up even bigger by the end of the week. By then Wolf would have arrived with help. Although he had seen her at her previous fattest, nothing could prepare him for what he and the others would witness when they’d see Diane’s looming mass come into view.