An Alpha's Appetite

It was a bountiful springtime in Jasper National Park, providing good foraging and hunting for both herbivore and carnivore alike. The heavy rains grew grass and berries aplenty, providing sustenance for rabbits and caribou to grow fat and well fed. The wolves ate well as a result, with more than enough prey to split between the east and west packs. The year had just begun, and already Kate knew it would turn out to be something special.

Her current hunt led her farther from her den than normal, deeper into the dense forest where she enjoyed the company of serenading birdsong echoing through the trees. The orange glow of sunset streaked through the foliage of the pines, illuminating the forest like light through a stained glass window. She enjoyed the serenity of the area, stalking through the brush and brambles in search for a plump rabbit after already feeding her mate Humphrey and the other wolves.

Sniffing the air, the scent of her quarry lingered close by. She kept low to the ground, her ears perking at the sound of labored groaning. From behind a bush, she spied her meal laying on its back, round and swollen with the bent branch of a berry bush in its paw.

“Uuugh, *hic*, so full,” the rotund rabbit moaned, “*guh*, almost…done, *hic*.”

Kate licked her lips, thanking her lucky stars at finding such a large dinner. Before it could stuff itself with more berries, Kate pounced on the rabbit, squelching its bloated stomach as she lightly held it down with both paws. It yelped with sudden fear, trying frantically to wrench its body free and make a run for it, but its greed and girth had turned against it, weighing it down to the point Kate needed only use a single digit to hold it in place.

“Gosh, you’re quite the butter ball aren’t you,” Kate playfully pressed her digit into the rabbit’s gut, murmuring with delight at the sound of its rich glorping. “This sure has been some spring, right? I’ll probably not have to eat for a few days after having you.”

Giving the rabbit’s belly a gentle pat, she held its back in her paw, scooped it up in her jowls and began pushing it deeper into her mouth. Her eyes winced as it reached the back of her throat, filling it more than any rabbit she had previously eaten. She slurped up its ears, closing her mouth till the rabbit was nothing more than a large bulge in her throat. She patted it to help it go down smoother, feeling it push out her chest before landing in her gut with a blorp.

Kate sighed with contentment, licking her paw to savor any lingering taste. “A perfect meal to end a, *urp*, perfect day.” Her plump belly swayed as she patted it. “I’ll have to get something for Humphrey around here on the next hunt.”

Brushing a paw through her headfur, the wolf turned to walk away, but suddenly perked up her ears. A strange groaning sound echoed through the trees, not like the rabbit’s, but that of a larger beast in distress. Curious, she followed its ominous call, sniffing the air as she drew closer to the source. After a few minutes of walking, the scent of the wailing beast grew more familiar, but another peculiar scent soon accompanied it, one causing her to snort and bare her fangs in defense. More dangerous and unpredictable than any other carnivore in Jasper Park, any animal would do well to run whenever man entered the area.

Stopping at the edge of a dirt clearing, Kate hid behind a bush, raising an eyebrow at the perplexing sight that stood before her. A white tailed deer stood in the center of the clearing, head pointed to the ground as it ate what appeared to be a pile of red and yellow pebbles. Not ten paces away from it, three men armed with guns and wearing fur skinned hats and vests stood around laughing at the gluttonous creature. Fear was present in its eyes, and its body trembled as if urging it to run, yet it remained fixed in place, lapping up the strange food from the pile with no regard for its own safety.

“Hahaha, see, what did I tell you boys,” spoke one of the hunters, a fat behemoth of a man, whose waistline was a few inches short of a young grizzly bear’s. “The new feed works like a charm. That buck’s going nowhere so long as it has some to stuff its face with.”

“Kinda like you, eh Jack?”

“Shut your mouth, Ben.”

The thinnest hunter wringed the barrel of his gun with both hands. “I don’t like it. Takes all the sport out of hunting it down. Look at it, it clearly wants to run but can’t. Where’s the fun in shooting it now?”

The fat hunter buffeted the other behind the head. “The point is not to shoot, idiot. The rangers can hear a gunshot. But with the feed, we can catch the game up here quietly and not ruin the pelts with a load of bullet holes. Now quit your griping and let's take this buck back to camp with the others.”

The two thin hunters approached the buck, taking hold of some rope hanging at their waist. The buck put up no fight at all, casually allowing the hunters to hog tie it while outstretching its neck for a few more bites of the feed. They dragged it by the antlers to a nearby run down pickup truck, hoisting it onto the bed and leaving the tailgate open. Kate emerged from the bushes, trading glances with the sorrowful buck before driving off through an opening in the treeline.

Kate cautiously approached what remained of the feed pile. Its intriguing scent drew her in the closer she got, nagging at her senses to go in for a taste. She felt the forest around her grow quiet, with the only noise she could hear being that of her beating heart and huffing nose. Surrendering to her curiosity, she took a nibble. Suddenly, her legs became stiff as branches. Her eyes bulged wide like a deer in headlights as an intense rush of flavor hit her like a train. She was instantly hooked, fervently devouring what remained of the feed without a single thought. Upon finishing the food, she snapped free of her trance, equally shocked and unsatisfied by how impetuously she succumbed to her need to eat, and how quickly it had ended.

Lifting her head, she gleefully smiled upon noticing a thin trail of the feed trickling in the direction the truck had left. Unable to resist the hungering urge to eat more feed, she followed the trail against her better judgment. Her progress was slow, taking care to avoid nibbling up bits of dirt, grass or leaves and soiling the feed’s delicious flavors. Other animals that witnessed her watched in confusion as she ignored them, taunting her and only running after she growled at them for getting too close to her precious food.

Kate’s glacial pacing had her follow the trail far longer than necessary, well beyond sunset and into the cricket chirping hour of night. She rubbed her jaw by the time she reached the end of the trail of feed, free of its spell and standing at the edge of the hunter’s camp, hidden in the shadows of the forest. She crawled her way close to the pickup truck, listening to the three men chat near a crackling fire, while the roar of the cascading waterfall could be heard in the distance. Two tents and a small trailer were set up behind them, two vans were parked to her right, and to her left, caged animals, including the white tailed deer from earlier, sat sad and hopeless, awaiting their eventual fate.

“Not a bad haul today gentlemen,” spoke the fat hunter, “three otters, two foxes, a buck and a black bear. Hey, next week we fetch ourselves a grizzly or two, eh?”

The thin hunter took a swig of his bottle. “Think I’ll bag me a moose, myself. With all the feed we got, could probably even round up the whole herd of caribou.”

“Hehe, right. Business is looking good. Alright, get some rest. We’ll be leaving here bright and early to avoid the first ranger patrol.”

Both skinnier hunters finished up their drinks before tossing the bottles on the floor and kicking dirt onto the fire. They entered their respective tents while the fat hunter entered the trailer, creaking the floor as he stepped inside. Kate crawled her way over to the buck who was closest to her. Despite her being a predator, the other animals were relieved to see her.

“I’m here to help,” whispered Kate to the deer, nodding to the other animals.

“Thank you,” said the deer, “never thought I’d be so happy to see a wolf.”

“How do I get you out?”

“The fat one,” whispered one of the nearby foxes, “he’s the one with the keys. Be careful. He’s the meanest out of all of them.”

Kate nodded, and proceeded to tell them her plan. She waited patiently for the serene lullaby of the forest to work its spell, keeping her ears perked until finally hearing each hunter snoring away peacefully. She crawled her way toward the trailer, thinking about what she’d do if the fat hunter happened to have the keys on his person. As she circled around the bed of the pickup, her limbs froze in place. Her wet nose began sniffing the air, following a delectable perfumed scent that grew more pungent the further she followed it. She stood up on her haunches, looking over the tailgate at four large sacks at the end of the bed, with a trail of feed leading straight to them.

The deer instantly recognized the danger, watching Kate’s eyes bulge wide and her tongue hanging from her mouth. “No, don’t look at it,” he whispered with frustration. “Please, stop. You won’t stop eating it till it's all gone.”

“It’s okay,” Kate sheepishly shrugged her shoulders, “I’ll only have a little bit, I promise.”

His pleading fell on deaf ears as Kate bounded onto the truck bed; the smacking of her lips and her beating heart were the only things she heard now. She lapped up what feed was strewn about, making her way to a fallen sack with a hole large enough to fit her muzzle in. She murmured with delight, elated by each sack being just as large as her, with twice the girth. Surely by the end of her meal, she’d have eaten more than her fill.

She stuck her muzzle through the hole, filling her cheeks full of feed like a chipmunk with its cheeks full of acorns. The euphoria of having so much of its intoxicating flavors assaulting her taste buds caused her legs to wobble and eyes to flutter. The glob of feed in her throat had amassed to the same size as the rabbit she ate earlier, gradually passing down her gullet before landing in her gut with a squelch. She heaved a content sigh, rubbing her belly and licking her chops before diving back into the sack.

The more Kate swallowed each orb of food, the easier it became, causing less strain on her stretching gullet. When she couldn’t fit more of her muzzle through the hole, she tore open the sack with her teeth, shoving her entire head inside. She was a factory of gulping and munching, really digging into her feast like a starved animal in winter. It worried the other animals that she’d wake up the hunters, but several beer bottles had laid them low, giving the alpha wolf the luxury of glutting as much of the delicious feed as she could stomach.

Kate let out an unladylike belch after finishing her first sack, feeling hungrier than when she began. She wasted no time tearing off the top of her next sack, submerging her head within it and practically inhaling the feed. The weight of her protruding stomach began brushing against the sack as well as her haunches, bending her back slightly inward as it sagged its way toward the bed. Her waist likewise expanded, and her once sinewy legs grew fuller by the minute. She was oblivious to her increasing size, a slave to this new form of gluttony she had never thought herself capable of.

Two sacks were complete, and Kate could physically feel her swollen gut squish between her haunches. Letting loose another belch, she giggled and patted her gut. “Mmm, so good, *orp*, and stuffed. Want more, *hic*, need, *mmff*, more.”

Pulling a third sack in front of her, she tore off the top and began lifting it up her abdomen, till the opening of the sack was level with her mouth. She arched her back and lifted the sack, gradually tilting it until the feed began pouring into her mouth like an avalanche. She gulped one massive glob after another, carefully balancing the sack just enough to fill her cheeks to the brim without overpouring and spilling any feed onto the truck.

As swollen as her belly grew, it still felt as if it were half full. The compulsion to keep eating in order to fill it was not without its pleasure. The rush of swallowing a constant stream of delectable food had Kate grunting with gluttonous passion. Whether it was the hypnotic effects of the feed or some hidden yearning to overeat, she could not tell; but as her belly swelled outward, there was an intense pleasure in glutting she had not experienced with her typical hunted prey, never having eaten more than she needed for one day. In this moment, the feed had granted her a rare opportunity to truly let herself go. Its manipulative spell casted out any dissenting thoughts. All that mattered in this moment…was that she ate more.

Kate finished the third sack and immediately began with the last, wolfing it down in the same fashion. Once she finished, she dropped the empty sack to her side and placed both her forelegs atop of her blorping belly. She let out a hefty belch, groaning as she tipped over and fell on her back. Her swollen belly bobbed up and down, sloshing with four sacks of the delectable feed.

“*Ooogh*, how did I manage to eat so much,” Kate sloppily grinned, looking down at her bloated gut and giving it some sensual rubs. “Gosh, look at all that belly. Feels like I had a whole caribou all to myself, *orp*. And it…feels so good.”

Brushing her paws across her hill of golden fur, she sighed with contentment, feeling her gluttony shift under the gentle pressure of her digits. Her double chin squished against her plump chest as she looked down to watch, murmuring with pleasure at how her paws squished into her body. It pleased her to have a large-rotund gut, feeling her indigested gorge churning around whenever she’d give it a series of pats. It might not have been appropriate for an alpha wolf to become so fat, but Kate reveled in her sudden weight gain regardless.

After admiring her weight for a moment, she rolled herself back to a standing position, groaning from how much heavier her body felt. Her enormous belly dropped down on the truck bed and squished against her plump limbs. She sat on her meaty haunches, feeling the back of her waist squishing against a series of back rolls beginning to form. Her stomach audibly growled at her, frightening the surrounding crickets of the forest into silence.

“Are you serious,” she giggled, holding her swollen gut in her paws, “how can you still be starving?”

Returning on all fours, she sniffed around for a single trace of remaining feed she might have missed. Suddenly, a zipping sound caught Kate’s attention as one of the hunter’s tents opened up. She laid low, watching the thinnest hunter exit with a flashlight in his hand.

“Guh. Last night I have three beers before bed.”

He trundled past the campfire and between the deer and fox cages, heading straight toward the edge of the forest. Kate was content to lay where she was and wait for him to do his business and return to his tent, but her stomach fiercely growled with hunger as he slipped through the trees. Even without eating the feed, Kate felt her mouth drool uncontrollably, and an unbearable urge glut herself further. The thin hunter had isolated himself from the herd, like a sick or elderly animal ripe for the hunting. She didn’t know what thoughts were going through her mind, but she allowed herself to surrender to this appetizing yearning, curious of where it might lead her.

Kate’s belly squelched dropping down from the truck’s tailgate. She stalked her way into the woods, ignoring the deer’s scolding whispers over what a greedy-gluttonous wolf she was. Despite being thrice her normal size, Kate was still capable of sneaking up on the hunter, positioning herself directly in front of him under the cover of a bush. He had stopped at a tree, woozily unzipping his pants and tucking the flashlight under his chin. Unable to keep himself steady, the flashlight slipped out, tumbling off his chest and conveniently rolling in front of Kate.

The hunter grumbled with frustration, cursing his clumsiness. He walked over to Kate’s bush and got down on his knees. Kate pulled the flashlight closer to her, forcing him to reach deeper and stick his head further into the shrubbery. Her heart raced with anxiety as he drew closer, fully unaware of her drooling mouth and warm breath. Imagining herself wolfing down another throat full of feed the size of her head, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, waited for the hunter to grab the flashlight, then lunged herself forward.

The hunter’s panicked yelp occurred for a split second before Kate swallowed his head further. He attempted to stand up, but her hefty weight helped to keep him near the ground. She used her claws to dig into the fabric of his clothes, pulling him deeper into her maw while he tried pushing her off. His efforts were in vain, however; his hands only managed to squish against her plump belly before she swallowed down to his elbows.

Kate grunted with each inch she gulped, feeling him pack into her stomach like a wriggling log. The mass of this new feast filled her with rapture, standing her fur on end and summoning a swarm of butterflies to beat their wings furiously within her belly. Far greater than any rabbit or caribou haunch she sunk her teeth into, the radiant ecstasy of swallowing whole large prey brought on a new definition on what it meant to truly eat.

After several minutes of swallowing, the hunter’s boots reached the back of Kate’s throat before sliding in. Tucked in a fetal position among the four sacks of feed, his muffled calls for help fell on deaf ears. Kate let loose a gaseous belch, licking her paws and chuckling as the hunter kicked and pounded against the inside of her belly. She gave it a few teasing pats, contently sighing at the sounds of its rich squelching.

“*Mmff*, amazing,” Kate cooed, “who would have thought hunters tasted so, *bwooorp*, delicious.”

Sitting herself upright, she lifted what she could of her wide-hefty belly in her paws. The thin man weighed down her gut like a dozen rotund rabbits, glorping whenever it hit the floor as she bounced it up and down. She let out another steamy belch, content from becoming so well fed. Yet still, her stomach gurgled for more; unsatisfied at ending her nightly feast after savoring such a unique new taste.

Kate’s mind quickly turned to the other two hunters still sleeping soundly at the camp. The other skinny one was far better built, burly like a pine tree compared to the gaunt aspen her previous meal was. Then there was the fat one in the trailer. His legs were oddly twiglike, but the size of his mouth watering abdomen more than made up for it. Even in her current overglutted state, his waistline surpassed her own, but not for long.

The wolf mischievously rubbed her paws together, her tongue dangling from her mouth, dripping with saliva. “Don’t worry, you’re gunna have some company real soon.” She gently patted her stomach, leaned forward back to a standing position and returned to the camp.

The other animals looked on at the grinning wolf with bewilderment, checking back to the forest for any sign of the other hunter. She looked at the staring buck, licking her lips as her swollen-burbling belly rubbed along the dirt floor. She passed the fire pit and made her way toward the middle tent, garnering whispers of concern from the other animals.

“What are you doing,” whispered the buck, just loud enough to not be considered a normal tone of voice. “Stop, you’re going to get caught!”

Kate turned her head back to the deer, smugly belching in his direction, flitting her head fur out of her eye. “Relax, I’ll take care of everything.”

The other animals apprehensively watched her unzip the opening to the tent. Kate’s wide shadow kept the blue moonlight from seeping in and shining onto the hunter’s face. He nestled snugly into his sleeping bag, head pointed in her direction, as if prematurely serving himself up just for her. Like the last hunter, she positioned her mouth over his head, opened wide, and lunged herself forward. The sudden panic of jaws wrapped around his neck jolted him away, flailing so wildly he tore through his sleeping bag and kicked down the support poles holding up the tent. Kate moved further inside, tail brushing along the ground before the tent enveloped the rest of her body, leaving nothing for the other animals to see than a giant lump thrashing about to the tune of muffled yelling and growling.

The animals stood slack jawed, never having seen a single wolf so brazen enough to take on a hunter alone. There was no clue who was getting the better of the violent tussle for over a minute until it gradually calmed down. The hunter’s muffled screaming grew more distant, with the round lump under the tent sheets suddenly growing bigger and bigger. Each ominous gulp caused the animal’s fur to stand on end, their heart’s skipping a beat to what it could mean. The final gulp rang extra loud in their ears, followed by a sickening squelch which caused them to shiver. Then, the tent sheet shifted. A muzzle emerged from underneath, along with a crooked smile like that of a beast having sampled too many fermented berries. The wolf clumsily stood herself upright and emerged from the tent. Her face and limbs had fattened up even further, while her enormous belly grimly pulsated with a muffling sound emanating from within.

“*Buuuraaaap*, goodness, *hic*, that was a big one,” Kate woozily smiled at the buck, giving the side of her belly a few pats. “I’m gunna go, *oooorrp*, *guh*, get the keys, *hic*, now. Just give me a sec, okay?”

The other animals remained speechless, watching her hind legs struggle to take one step forward due to how much her belly squished against them. Kate waddled up to the trailer door, opening it by pressing down on the handle with her paw. The floor creaked as she set foot inside, groaning as the weight of her belly spilled across it. She found the keys on top of a counter attached to the trailer wall, but more importantly, she saw her final meal sleeping in a bed at the trailer’s end.

Her eyes bulged wide and the walrus of a man before her, snoring like a bloated bear on his first day of hibernation. Drool cascaded down the corners of her mouth, with a comforting warmness overwhelming her being, as if the butterflies beating wildly in her stomach had caught their wings on fire. Her belly sloshed about with her two victims screaming to the top of their lungs, but the fat hunter’s snoring drowned it all out. Everything seemed so perfectly set for Kate to make this the best meal of the night.

She approached the edge of the bed, standing on it with both her forelegs, trying to better position her head over his. Her belly squished against the mattress, causing her gorge to lightly churn around. To her dismay, the activity created a gas bubble that crept up to her chest. She frantically tried swallowing it back down to prevent it from reaching her throat. Unable to keep her mouth shut, she ripped a massive belch directly over the hunter, both of them staring face to face with absolute horror.

The hunter cursed and flung himself out of bed, wearing nothing but underwear and a tank top that hardly fit him. The trailer shook as he impacted the floor; his own round body pinning Kate against the mattress and counter. Kate met his gaze, then followed it to the other end of the trailer where his gun rested in an open case. He wriggled himself free and tried crawling over to it, but Kate collapsed on his thin legs, pinning him down. Knowing she’d never reach him in time to gobble him up head first, she gave him some slack, freed his feet from under her chest, and proceeded to stuff them in her mouth, pulling back with the power of her gullet.

The hunter struggled to wretch himself free, but the wolf had already swallowed him down to his knees. He flopped like a fish out of water, unable to move so much as his waist within the wolf’s outstretched jaws. Once she finally reached his waistline, the real challenge began. Her eyes closed shut, wincing in pain as her throat and mouth forcibly stretched wider with each gulp.

A part of her gluttonously intoxicated mind worried she might have bit off more than she could chew. Every inch of his thick body squished around the corners of her mouth like a pair of tight jeans; her paws trying desperately to pull him deeper, yet unable to fully put on the button. She barely made any progress as he fought her off, pushing her away with each inch her teeth crawled up his waist. The two were effectively at a stalemate.

In an act of desperation, Kate waited for him to push against her face one last time. She yelped with pain as she used her own paw to force the right side of her mouth open. As the hunter thrust his right hand to push, it fell into her mouth’s opening. Kate released the side of her cheek, clapping over the hunter’s hand and took an extra large gulp, swallowing past his wrist. With only one hand to fight her off with, it became far more bearable to swallow up to his lower back, and eventually, slope down to his spine.

Kate let out a muffled moan of relief, happy to be able to relax her jaw as the swallowing became easier. Her eyes fluttered, feeling the enormous lump of his corpulent belly squeeze down her gullet, pushing against her chest. Having to swallow less, she moved up to his torso, easily lapping up his second hand, gulping up his elbows, and then up to his shoulders. The hunter pleaded with her, vowing to never harm another woodland animal ever again. However, the only sound Kate was interested in hearing, was his muffled voice as she shut her jaws and swallowed him, followed by the resounding squelch he created as he filled out her belly.

The weight of her massive meal transformed Kate’s body into a mound of gelatinous fat. Her blubberous waist became wedged between both the trailer counter and wall, sandwiching her multiple backrolls together. Her plump face nestled into a roll of neck fat, which lightly brushed against the back of her head. Frozen in a state of drunken ecstasy, she blankly stared at the floor in front of her, basking in her absolute feeling of fullness.

“*Oooh*, what a gorge, *hic-hilp*,” Kate weakly moaned, “so much, *buuurraaaap*, *ugh*, overeating. How can, *hilp*, and alpha wolf, *bworp*, glut so much?”

Kate gently stroked her paw across her belly, feeling the lumpy protrusions of her squirming prey churning around. “I wonder if any alpha, *hic-hilp*, has experienced such eating? If not, I’m glad I’m the first. From this day onward, *hic-hilp*, I want to feel just as full, *uuurp*, and just as fat, all the time.”

She heartily patted her belly before planting her forepaws on the floor and arduously wiggling herself out of the tight trailer. She swiped the round key chain off the counter, carrying it in her mouth. Opening the door, she managed to get her upper half outside before becoming stuck. The thin metal frame of the trailer door cracked as she pushed against it; clumps of her blubbery body poured through like melted butter. Once her waist snapped the door frame off, Kate fell onto the dirt floor with a squelch, moaning underneath a hill of her own back fat.

“Don’t worry, *hic-hilp*, my friends,” Kate groaned her way to a standing position, jutting out her lush chest in pride. “The hunters are no more, and Jasper Park, *hooooorp*, *mmf*, is safe again.”

The other animals awkwardly clapped their paws and hooves together, grimacing at her undulating belly. They waited patiently for her to crawl over with the keys; her belly had grown so large, she was only capable of keeping one hind paw on the ground at a time. As she made her way toward the otters, she gleefully murmured from how her content stomach sloshed as it pulled across the ground, squishing against her limbs along with her back rolls. It was a breathtaking satisfaction becoming so unbelievably full, presumably now that the feed’s effects had wore off. Thinking of the coming days, there was no way a single rabbit would be able to satiate her alone. With Jasper Park’s current state of abundance, she could definitely see a very fattening future in wolfing down caribou after caribou; the mouthwatering thought of it sent a tantalizing shiver from her ears down to her footpaws.

Placing the keys in the otter’s cage, Kate turned it with her mouth. The door swung open, but the opening was immediately blocked by her encroaching blubber. The trio of otters awkwardly waited for her to move aside, but the wolf didn’t budge. Looking up to meet her gaze, they huddle together in nervous fear. Her paw rubbed against her double chin. The front of her fangs peeked through her mischievous grin as she pondered something.

“Thank you,” said one of the otters, “can we please go, miss?”

“Do you taste any good,” said Kate.

“Uh-what?”

“I admit, I’ve never tasted otter before. You’re all just so out of, *hic-hilp*, the way compared to rabbits and squirrels.” Drool began to drip from her lips. Her tongue streaked across her exposed teeth. “Oh well, guess I’ll find out.”

Kate giddily chuckled, stuffing her paws into the cage and snatching all three otters by their tails. Leaning back, she dangled them above her gaping maw, shoving in all three of them at once. She slurped up their tails, swallowing them in a single gulp while tenderly rubbing her belly. Groaning as it swelled out further, she turned her attention to the pair of foxes.

“*Bwooorp*, mmm, delicious. You two are next.”

“No, stop,” called out the buck. “You’ve already eaten more than your fill tonight. Just let us go.”

“*Hic-hilp*, you’re right, *oof*, I’ve never felt, *uuurp*, more full in my life. *Hnng*, but now…I just want to glut, *hic-hilp*, for the sake of it. I want to grow bigger, hehehe. Want to grow, *hic-hilp*, fatter! The life of a glutton, *ooorp*, is just…so much fun.”

Kate opened the fox cage, shoving them both in her mouth at the same time. She then hauled her way over to the buck; her groans muffled with the twin bodies of the foxes hanging halfway out of her maw. Their bushy tails disappeared as she slurped them up. The buck tried bounding away once Kate opened the door; but the wolf caught him by his long legs, slurping her way up to his haunches in seconds. Shoving him down her gullet with a paw, she let out a euphoric moan, feeling his girth add to her blubber several more feet.

After a bountiful night of hedonistic gorging, the wolf was finally down to her last meal. Kate’s claws dug into the earth as she hauled herself forward. The boulder-like size of her belly raised her hindlegs off the ground. The bear sat up with his back to the cage, chest heaving as the sluggish predator drew closer.

In her woozy state and barely able to see a few feet in front of her, it pleased Kate to see the black bear was of adequate size; not a full grown adult, but just large enough to make a satisfying conclusion to her feast. “The fat hunter…didn’t go down, *huff*, easy at first. But he sure was the, *hic-hilp*, tastiest out of the other two.” She inserted the key, “I can’t imagine how, *bworp*, delicious…a big meal like you will be, hehe, *hic-hilp*.”

Just as she turned the key and opened the cage, the bear rushed forward, slamming the cage door right into Kate. The wolf yelped in pain, rubbing her muzzle as the bear struggled to squeeze through the opening gap. He pushed his way through and dashed toward the forest. Kate lunged at him, but his hind legs barely managed to slip through her paws. She continued rubbing her sore muzzle, growling at the meal who got away.

As the bear reached the edge of the forest, rather than run off into the night, he instead climbed up the first he came into contact with. Fear of being eaten had driven his common sense away. Ecstatic for her second chance at a meal, Kate hauled her way over before he could get down. Her belly squished against the trunk as she used it to help her stand upright; her hind paws barely touched the ground. The bear hugged a flimsy looking branch unsuited for his weight, dangling above Kate’s head.

“Come on big guy, *hic-hilp*,” said Kate, “I’m sure my belly’s a lot cozier than it looks.” She gave the side of her belly numerous pats. “Look, I feel so full, I don’t know if I could even, *hic-hilp*, eat you. I’ll probably just spit you back out, really. I don’t know if my stomach, *hic-hilp*, could hold one more bite.”

The bear shook his head, vocally grunting in refusal. Luckily, the branch began to crack under the bear’s weight. Kate’s drooling tongue slipped from her mouth; her maw positioned itself directly where she thought the bear would fall. As the branch snapped, the bear somersaulted through the air, landing head first into Kate’s gaping maw. Gravity helped to immediately shove him in halfway, while the weight of him shooting down her gullet caused her to lose her balance, reeling backwards and falling down on her back.

Kate’s stomach let out a vociferous squelch upon impact. Sloppily grinning through a full mouth, she gradually swallowed the bear the rest of the way, barely able to help guide it in with her paws due to her chunky forelegs. She took one final gulp, feeling the rest of the bear tumble into her stomach like a wrecking ball. The force of his entry caused her belly to surge outward, piling another layer of wobbling fat to her already immense frame.

Her indigested gorge violently sloshed throughout her belly. The jello-like consistency of her fat caused a tidal wave of fur to overwhelm her muzzle. Her ears could hear the muffled protests of her decadent prey through her thick layer of lard. Their constant squirming coupled with their combined weight rubbing against her innards provided a most pleasant inner massage. Her belly’s sloshing momentum then pulled her forward, standing her upright, teetering on her hind paws before squelching against the tree. Partly leaning on the tree trunk, she languidly fell atop of her gut.

“*Hic-hilp*, oooh, what an amazing belly.” Kate rubbed at it with a paw, ear resting on its lush surface, listening to its content bubbling. “Mmm, so huge and massive. I feel like, *hic-hilp*, I can glut anything.”

Holding in her paws as much of her hulking blubber as she could, she gave her belly a good wobble before letting go. She groaned with pleasure, feeling her meals churn around, colliding with the walls of her gut like a pinball machine. The blubber coating her limbs and neck fat jiggled in unison. Satisfied well beyond her own comprehension, she gave her gut a few hearty smacks before rolling onto her front and dragging herself into the forest for the long journey home.

* * * * *

“She’s been gone for hours, Shakey. Something bad must have happened to her.”

Humphrey paced at the foot of his den, anxious over Kate’s long absence well past the midnight hours. His friend Shakey sat by him, unsure of which words to use to console him.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” said Shakey, “Kate’s the best alpha wolf the pack’s ever had. She could take care of herself.”

“She just went to get herself dinner. That wouldn’t have taken this long. What if she’s been captured, like what happened to us before?”

“Or maybe she just got lost or something? It was getting dark when she left. Maybe she’ll be here in the morning?”

“Oooh, I can’t take it. That’s it, I’m going to look for her.”

Running only a few steps, Humphrey stopped in place at the sound of distant moaning coming from the nearby forest. He instantly recognized it as Kate’s voice, stress gripping at his chest at the sound of her droning anguish; his greatest fears had been confirmed. Only, as she drew closer, other more strange sounds were mixed in. His ears popped from the vociferous echoes of bubbling liquid blaring through the trees, coupled with Kate’s laborious groans, as if she were carrying back a whole moose.

From behind the treeline, Kate’s paws came into view, pulling herself along the ground and revealing her face. “*Hic-hilp*, I’m back.”

Humphrey squinted his eyes, unsure if Kate’s face had become round and swollen or if it was the darkness playing tricks on him. To their shock, the pair of omegas stared slack jawed as Kate hauled the rest of her corpulent mass into view. Her limbs alone were thicker than either of their waistlines. Her hind legs lifted high off the ground by her gargantuan gut. Bellowing glorps and sloshing erupted from her belly with every inch she dragged herself along. All the while, Kate’s crooked smile and fluttering eyes denoted a sense of overwhelming bliss.

“What a night,” Kate huskily moaned.

“Kate,” said Humphrey, “what…what the heck happened to you? You’re…enormous.”

Shakey anxiously patted Humphrey on the back. “This seems more like a…private conversation. So…guess I’ll just be going. Night, buddy.”

The omega took on an extra burst of beast at the sound of Kate belching into the night. The alpha wolf pulled herself past Humphrey toward a smooth rock face beside the den. “*Hic-hilp*, you should have been there, Humphrey; it was a gorging of a lifetime. There were hunters involved, and caged animals, *hic-hilp*, and these bags of food that made me so starving I just couldn’t stop eating. Oh, but it was, *hic-hilp*, so worth it, I’m telling you. I feel like, *hic-hilp*, a whole new alpha.”

Standing before the rock face, she groaned as she rolled onto her back, resting against it; the soupy sloshing of her gluttony caused Humphrey’s fur to stand on end. “*Ooogh*, if feels, *hic-hilp*, so good. The pleasures, *hnng*, of the feast…and being…unbelievably fat.”

Watching as Kate looked on with dozy joy at her blubber, playfully patting it with her paws, Humphrey felt himself grow oddly flustered. Her joy of her enormity somehow began rubbing off on him; seeing her happy in turn made him happy. He stood on his hind paws, pressing his forelegs into her squelching gut. His face flushed a brighter red at how deep his paws sank into the mattress of fur and lard, feeling his digits mold to its soft surface.

“S-so…you really…enjoy this?”

Kate pleasantly murmured, biting her lip as Humphrey began lightly pushing against her belly, swaying it to and fro. “*Mmmff*. I do. Move your, *hic-hilp*, paws in a circle. Really dig them in there.”

Humphrey did as he was bid, watching Kate practically melt into her own neck fat, cooing with pleasure. He shared Kate’s same sloppy grin, amazed by how large and soft his mate had become over a single night's dinner.

“Gosh, Kate,” said Humphrey, “with a belly like this, you could probably eat a whole herd of caribou to yourself.”

Kate smacked her lips, shutting her eyes as sleep finally took her. “Just you wait, Humphrey. I’ve tasted, *hic*, the good life, and it is filled with many more feasts to come. I have big plans, *hilp*, for Jasper Park in the future. And I can’t wait to see…the kinda wolf…I grow into…”