Foxington of Fat pt 3

The weekend had finally arrived, and with it, another movie night at Wolf’s hideout. With her governor duties finished, Diane was free to spend the weekend doing her favorite activity…eating. She carried several paper bags of fast food in her arms, all of them loaded with french fries and double cheeseburgers. Wolf carried the soda trays, taking the hideout elevator after her, due to her massive body taking up the entirety of its space. Even with its size upgrade, her passionate devotion to overeating and growing fatter continued to push it and any other pieces of weight reinforced machinery to their limits.

The governor was a monolithic mass of fur and blubber, elephantine in her height and wide enough to sit on Wolf’s car from front to back. A lumbering giant of a fox, an average person standing beside her would only reach up to her hips, while making up only a quarter of her thighs. Her tiny footpaws waddled in wide strides, barely able to lift her lard laden rear and thighs off the ground. Yet somehow she expertly managed her immense weight, keeping her round globe of a belly but a foot off the ground. Often squeezing her blubbery shelf of a waistline and wobbling her gut, she looked down at her physique with boundless pride; her cheeks squishing against multiple layers of neck rolls.

Diane waddled her way to a king sized mattress laid in front of one of the building’s support beams. Her couch sitting days were long gone ever since her prodigious rear became capable of fully engulfing every piece of furniture she sat on, completely flattening them, like a rolling pin over dough. The entire complex shook as she planted herself down on the mattress, sighing as she rested her back on the beam and placed bags of food onto her wide chest area. Sprawling her legs out, her belly spilled in between them. Her inner thigh rolls stretched the fabric of her dress pants, which folded over the bottom portion of her gut. Her shirt and unbuttoned suit rode up the center of her belly, exposing its tanned and orange fur. She looked forward to yet another refitting once her stomach blew the hooks off her pants, followed by her thighs bursting through the seams.

“What are we watching tonight,” asked Diane, “not another spy movie. I think we’ve seen enough of those.”

Wolf set down the drinks on a table beside her, then picked up a case full of CDs off the couch. “I was thinking of something from the horror genre. How about, ‘The Blob,’ that’s a classic.”

“And watch all those people get gruesomely dissolved? Not thanks. I’m trying to eat here.”

“Perhaps something along the supernatural then? Ever seen, ‘An American Werewolf in London?’”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing it again. But, what else is there?”

“‘Anaconda.’ This is Snake’s favorite movie. Not exactly scary, but it’s somewhat of a thriller. Got a star studded cast too.”

“Sure, put it on. Don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

Wolf wryly chuckled. “Something tells me you might enjoy it.”

Diane’s ears perked up, “What makes you say that?”

“You’ll just…have to wait and see toward the end.”

Wolf slipped the movie into the DVD player, projecting it on the plasma screen hanging from the wall. In truth, it didn’t matter what they watched, so long as Diane didn’t have to wait to begin stuffing her face. She dipped her chubby paws into different bags, holding a burger in each and unwrapping them with her digits. Opening her maw, she shoved both burgers in at the same time, bulging her cheeks outward as she chewed. Her eyes fluttered with ecstasy, her tongue savoring the juicy flavors of the beef, gooey cheese and special sauce. After enough chewing, she swallowed the food down before grabbing another two.

As the movie played, Diane’s attention was split between the screen, her food, and the occasional grope and shake of her fat body. It was difficult to resist fondling her own fat when glutting food like a complete hog, all while hearing her belly bubble with contentment. After several pawfuls of salty fries, she leaned over to grab a soda from the table. Grabbing at empty air, she peered over her side taking notice of an envelope and a folded up piece of paper under the tray. She squinted her eyes in the dim lighting, barely able to recognize the name of the sender. Picking up the paper, she used the light of the T.V. to read the contents of the letter.

“You are cordially invited to attend the villain’s convention, taking place in Las Vegas, Nevada? You still have a villain membership?”

“Oh, that? Yeah, I got that in the mail this morning. Forgot I still had one after all this time. I was going to cancel it this week. Didn’t plan on going anyway.”

Diane remained fixated on the letter. “Wow, Villain Con. Haven’t been there in years. The last time I went was before I stole the Zumpango Diamond. At the time, I thought it was amazing just how many other villains there were out there doing what I did. Hundreds of them…all packed under one roof…crowds and…crowds of them…all of them…bad.”

Staring off into space, the fox’s mouth suddenly began to drool over. Her stomach fervently burbled louder as her mind raced on, thinking of all the animals of different shapes and sizes who’d be attending. Her thoughts drifted back to her first glut involving the three large criminals, then the warehouse full of weasels. Stuffing three burgers into her maw, she sensually caressed the upper portion of her belly, murmuring with delight as she daydreamed.

Wolf nervously sipped his soda, all too familiar with Diane’s decadent expression. “Diane? You okay there? Come on, snap out of it.”

At the clap of Wolf’s paws, Diane broke free of her trance. She leaned over and looked to Wolf with a toothy smile; her beady eyes stared deep into his like a begging pup. “We should totally go to that con.”

“Absolutely not. No way.”

“Why not? It could be fun. Go to Vegas, catch a show, hit a buffet or two…”

“The only buffet you care about is the one swarming with villains. You think you could just gobble everyone up? We’ll be horribly outnumbered.”

Diane scoffed and smacked her rotund gut. “I literally ate my way out of a pile of over a hundred weasels at that warehouse, remember? It doesn’t matter how rough and tough any of those villains are, my stomach can handle them just fine.”

“Even if that were true, they’re going to notice the governor walking up to their doorstep.”

“I’ll wear my Crimson Paw outfit.”

“Marmalade is the Crimson Paw now, remember?”

“Then I’ll make up a new villain persona. Please, Wolf. I can’t do this without you. Seriously, you’re the only one I can get to take me at such short notice, and knows how to deal with my weight. Please.”

Looking into her pleading gaze, the puppy dog routine had little effect on Wolf when Diane’s grumbling stomach told the whole story. Rumbling with the utmost excitement, the fur on her peeking belly quivered like blades of grass during an earthquake. Behind her eyes was the same insatiable lust to gorge herself to unbelievable lengths that cropped up whenever copious amounts of dastardly criminals were involved. With this new seed of gluttony now taking root in her head, Wolf grew reluctant to deny her. Her burgers, fries and drinks at this point would do little to satiate her, along with any other foods she ate on her way back home. As she fidgeted in her bed, anxious over the feast that got away, Wolf worried to think who else she may decide to eat to make up for it.

“Fine,” said Wolf, “but I’m not getting out the van. You could enter the con on your own.”

* * * * *

Early the next day, Diane slipped into a newly resized Crimson Paw jumpsuit, wearing it underneath more casual clothing. After eating a hearty breakfast, she climbed into the back of a large moving van, laid down on the mattress inside, and napped on their way to Las Vegas. The copious amount of pancakes, waffles, bacon and eggs kept her under for the entire four hour drive. By the time she woke up, smacking her lips, she eagerly awaited a more bountiful lunch.

All eyes were on Diane as she waddled down the strip; the crowds gave her a wide berth of space. Tourists and locals alike took their pictures, fascinated by such a colossal fox lumbering around between each street vendor and outside restaurant. Her ravenous eating drew more attention than any street performer or eye catching spectacle in front of the popular casinos. None of it phased Diane however, who was too focused on stuffing her face to care.

As delicious as dining on the go was, it didn’t hold a candle to eating at some of Vegas’ many buffets. At the first buffet she entered, the cooking staff could barely keep up with her insatiable demand for more food. Never bothering to sit down at her table, the fox would walk down the food area loading her plate with a mound of delicacies the size of her head, glut it all down and do it all over again. The mass of food added further strain on her clothing, as well as spilling her gut onto the floor. After closing down two buffets, word quickly spread to every other casino and hotel, effectively banning her from every buffet in the city.

After what had been a swell few hours of gluttonous carousing, Diane turned her attention back to the main event of the evening. Driving toward the outer borders of the city, where civilization met the sweltering wasteland of the Mojave desert, they pulled up to an isolated casino, parking close to the back of the structure. Diane casted off her casual outfit, adjusting her more tightened jumpsuit the best she could. Waving Wolf goodbye, she joined a trickling stream of a few other animals in heading to the building’s loading area.

A line formed as they gradually admitted attendees inside; Diane did her best not to bump her large belly or rear against other con-goers. The amount of surrounding villains from just the outside area alone caused her to break into a sweat. Each of them stared at her, and she back at them, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights. Some sniggered at what they perceived to be a corpulent-frightened creature among a group of menacing-intimidating sharks, but none could see the sloppy grin under her mask. The compulsion to not start grabbing others in line and gulp them down then and there made her tremble with anticipation. This convention had made her a veritable fox in a hen house.

Finally handing her invitation to the guard in front of the garage, she waddled her way through the loading area and entered through the back exit into the convention hall. Despite being loaded with enough food to feed a bus of starving lions, her belly let out a thunderous growl at the sight of all the villains who had attended. More crowded than she remembered from her last visit, animals swarmed across different booths, from the shortest ferret to the tallest bull. With more attendees still trickling into the building, she couldn’t help but question if her stomach really had enough space for everyone.

“Ma’am, you’re blocking the door,” spoke a tiger security guard.

Diane clumsily stepped aside, moving her wide rump clear of the doorway.

“You ever been to Villain con before,” asked the guard.

“Only once,” replied Diane, “a very long time ago. It wasn’t anywhere near this crowded back then.”

“This is our biggest year yet actually. Villains and organizations from all over have come.”

Diane looked over the room at the different nearby vendors. There were the usual gadget dealers, vault owners and salesmen peddling the latest and greatest getaway vehicles. Then there were the more intriguing wares, such as fabric that camouflaged with its environment, x-ray glasses or a one size fits all utility belt. But the one thing that caught her attention the most, was literally the biggest thing at the convention.

Across the aisle at the other end of the building, a shaggy furred wolf lumbered his way through the crowds. The beast was even more gigantic than herself, something she hadn’t thought possible after months of abundant gorging. She saw herself in how he swayed, watching his astonishingly fat body teeter him on the edge of his footpaws. His waist and thighs bursted out of the red and black patterned lumberjack shirt and tattered denim shorts that barely fit him. Her stomach grew silent as his eagle-like scanning of the room turned his gaze toward her, his yellow eyes peering at her with unsettling intensity. A toothy grin formed across his plump cheeks as his tongue streaked across his pearly white fangs.

Unsure of what to make of his gesture, the fox gulped and blew a sigh of relief as the wolf waddled out of sight behind a booth. The guard noticed their brief staredown, and the look of apprehension on her face. “I see you’ve noticed the big bad wolf.”

“What,” Diane raised a brow at the guard, “the big bad wolf runs The Bad Guys crew. That’s not him.”

“You’re right. This is the other big bad wolf, the one in the versions of the story where he actually wins. The red hood, granny, the lumberjack, the three pigs and the seven kids and their mother, he ate them all. Though last I saw him he wasn’t nearly as huge as he is now. Seems like he’s really living up to his name.”

The fox took a deep breath to calm herself. “Probably just another retired villain who let themselves go. Same thing kinda happened to me, heh.”

“Guess you’re here for the, ‘Big but still Bad,’ villains panel in room 2. That’s just down this aisle, and to the left. Think it started a few minutes ago actually.”

“Oh, y-yes, that’s exactly why I came. Guess I…better get going then. Thank you.”

“Sure thing. Have a good Villain con.”

Waddling her way to the panel room, Diane tried to take her mind off her fright of the big bad wolf and focus back on the smorgasbord she should be having at the convention. Being isolated in a room with her potential meals was a good way not to immediately spook all the con goers and have them rush to the exits. As her belly and hips brushed up against others in the dense crowds, her hunger gradually began building up once again, putting a smile back on her face. After snacking on a room of fat and retired villains, the gluttonous rush she’d feel would undoubtedly turn her apprehension toward the wolf to excitement, being the largest single meal she’d swallow whole to date.

Finding the panel room, Diane waddled her way in and shut the door behind her. She received a few glances from some of the animals in attendance, but none expressed the same level of awe the average public expressed upon seeing such an enormous fox. Diane’s jaw dropped however underneath her mask seeing all the large animals in attendance. Though none were quite as large as her, she’d never seen such a portly collection of fat animals. A horse, cheetah, panther, fox, wolf, pig, buffalo, bear and elephant were among the fattest she saw in the room, spread out among other rotund and chubby animals.

“That’s how I was able to organize my crew to collect from every bakery in the city, “ said a hefty ferret among the panelists. “You can be large, but still be in charge, and that’s what it’s all about.”

“Precisely,” replied a chunky python next to him, popping a donut from a nearby box into her mouth. “A true villain isn’t limited by their size. If anything, *mmff*, it shows…just how profitable the bad life can be. Take them for example,” she gestured to Diane, “now that’s someone brimming with success. Come up to the mic you. Share with us what it means to be a large and successful villain.”

All eyes in the room suddenly focused on Diane. Caught off guard, she tried thinking of an excuse not to speak. Fortunately, her burbling stomach gave her a pinch of confidence, reminding her why she was there. The stand up microphone was in the center aisle of the room, positioning her near a goat and fox, two perfectly grabable meals to start off her gorge.

She waddled toward the mic, apologizing to those at the edge seats she squished against with her hips. Standing belly distance away from the mic, her eyes darted between all the delectably fat villains surrounding her. “Um…hi. My name’s Di-uh-Ann. My name’s Ann. As for my er-success…it’s been…uh…very good, I guess.”

“It’s okay dear,” said the python, “you’re among friends. Just tell us how your size hasn’t stopped you from being a successful villain.”

“Oh, actually I’m retired now. I got this big afterwards, in large part with the help of other villains in fact.”

“So, you’re retired from villainy but still work closely with villains? And this has had an immense-but positive-effect on your weight?”

“Oh yes, I’ve never been happier,” Diane gave her stomach a couple pats.

“Interesting. Would you be so kind as to elaborate what you do with villains for the rest of us. So that we might be half as well endowed as yourself.”

“It’ll be better if I demonstrated instead. If the two gentlemen beside me wouldn’t mind standing?”

The goat and fox did as they were bid. Diane pulled down the black mask covering her muzzle; saliva began trickling down the corners of her mouth as her gluttonous instincts slowly came back to her. “So, for starters. I first find myself a room full of villains. Then, once that’s done, I do this to them.”

With surprising swiftness, Diane leaned over and grabbed the goat and fox by the collars of their shirts. The room watched in stunned silence as she held them in each paw, lifting their husky figures up to her head. Then, opening her maw, she plunged them both headfirst inside, filling her cheeks till she felt them push against the back of her throat. Pushing them down, their dual girth formed a sizable-wriggling bulge in her gullet, disappearing once it slithered down to her chest. With a final gulp, her jumpsuit stretched a few inches wider; the sickening glorp caused all who watched to tremble with fear.

Diane’s face beamed with contentment. Letting out a husky belch, she gave her stomach a proud shake. “Mmm, oh yeah. Villains sure make excellent fox fat. Any more volunteers?”

Before they could gather their wits, Diane grabbed another two nearby attendees. Those villains who weren’t frozen in fear tried running for the room entrance or grabbed onto the legs of those Diane shoved in her maw. Like sausage links, she swallowed each villain who held onto the other down the line; when they tried holding down her arms, she simply craned her head toward them and plucked them up in her mouth, like a bird picking worms from the soil. When all the brave villains were eaten, she lumbered her way toward the traffic jam at the door. The ensuing panic caused the beasts in the back to push those at the front, preventing them from pulling the doors open. Happy to have all her food huddled together, she licked her chops, and began snatching up animals as if she were stuffing herself with pawfuls of cake.

Wolfing down meal after meal, her jumpsuit began ripping around her waist, rear, and belly. Each mouthful she swallowed from the back of the group swelled her belly further forward, continuing to push at those in front of her and keep the door closed. Diane was now completely in her element, awash with pure bliss at gorging such fat and burly prey. The space with which they occupied her stomach surpassed any amount of food she had eaten that day. Their constant shifting within her gave her cramped innards such a pleasant inner belly massage, she’d moan through a drooling mouth.

After gobbling up a majority of the animals, her gut bursted free through a tear in her jumpsuit, pinning the last three biggest animals against the door. The bear, bull and elephant struggled in vain to push themselves free, the amorphous softness of her blubbery belly simply molded around their limbs as if they were kneading dough. “*Buuurraaap*, *guh*, excuse me,” Diane fanned her mouth with a chubby paw, “been awhile since I’ve eaten this well. You know, for a bunch of bad guys, you all taste very good. *Hoouurp*, okay, time for the main course.”

Starting with the bear, she hoisted as much of him as she could onto her stomach before wrapping her maw around him. She balanced his body above her head, letting gravity push him down while using her paws to keep him steady. She ate the bull legs first, making it easier to ingest the horns from the opposite end. Grinning as she swallowed them both, she playfully wobbled her gut, pleased by the collection of animals that squirmed against her stomach’s lining.

The elephant’s tusks were stubby and filed down. Slurping up her trunk, Diane leaned herself back just to help guide the massive meal into her mouth. Her tiny footpaws struggled to firmly plant themselves on the floor, doing their best to prevent her weight from tipping her backward. With each gulp, more of her clothing tore to pieces. Each bulging roll and chunky layer of lard coating her body sought to break free of their tight confines. She could feel her limbs and face growing fuller by the minute, becoming weightier to move without smothering another portion of her fat body. With muffled moans, she caressed her doughy gut, feeling it swell larger as she consumed the remaining half of the elephant.

She gulped one final time, wincing as the elephant cleared her chest and catapulted her belly outward with a thunderous glorp. Her clothes ripped apart, and the entire front door and portions of the surrounding wall were smacked by her tidal wave of a belly. Barely balancing on the tip of her paws, its sloshing momentum barreled her backward, landing on her colossal rump till her back was against the floor. Her undulating belly fell on top of her, smothering her muzzle and ears. The muffled protests of her prey could be heard through the thick layers of her fur and fat. Feeling the violent churning and struggling of all those she had eaten, she blithely moaned at the pleasure of another bountiful feast.

“*Bwoooooorp*, this is the life,” Diane’s gut rolled itself forward, freeing her from its soft embrace. “Why can’t I, *orp*, glut like this more often? Feasting on dozens of bad guys, *bworp*, and criminals. Just a constant stream of villains to gorge on. Gosh, that would be so rich. I’d be ten times the fox I am now.”

Murmuring as she swayed her belly left and right, something caught her attention between the seats next to her head. She reached out and grabbed the tip of the python’s tail, pulling over the portly serpent who tried desperately to wiggle free. “I almost forgot about you. You’ll make a fine, *urp*, dessert.”

The snake 's pleas fell on deaf ears as Diane slurped up the end of her tail. As chunky as she was, it was like slurping down the world’s fattest and longest gummy worm. In just a few gulps, the fox managed to wolf most of her down before swallowing her head. With the entire overweight villains panel and guests sloshing around her gut, she gave her belly a series of congratulatory smacks, reveling in its towering size and gelatinous wobbling.

She played with her blubber until her arms grew tired, collapsing them down to her sides. After sufficient rest, she rolled back onto her front, groaning at the exertion of shifting around all those animals. Slowly standing up, she turned back toward the doors, leaning over her massive belly just to pull them open. She dove forward onto the convention floor, shocking others as her body filled up the entire doorway. Some of the bystanders grabbed hold of her arms to help pull her out, while others pushed against her fat. With considerable effort, she managed to wiggle herself free, spilling onto the floor, rump in the air and belly spreading in all directions like melting butter.

“Thank…you,” Diane wheezed, standing herself up. “They really should, *oorp*, widen the doors around here.”

Some of the other animals looked into the empty room behind Diane, puzzled by her being the only one to exit. “What happened to the others,” asked a weasel.

Diane giggled as her belly jostled about. “Oh, they’re nearby. Here, *urp*, let me show you.”

The weasel was too slow to back away before Diane grabbed ahold of his shirt, tossing him into her mouth and effortlessly swallowing him like a bite sized snack. The con goers surrounding her attempted to back away, bumping into other animals behind them and causing quite the traffic jam. Other animals farther away turned their attention to their direction to see what all the commotion was about; and what they saw was a mammoth of a blubbery fox holding onto animals with one arm and tossing others into the air, catching them with her mouth like popcorn.

The massive crowds were in such high density, animals climbed and fell over each other just to run toward the exits; and those who reached them followed the same issue as the animals in the panel room, crowding around the doors too much to open them. A smorgasbord wasn’t enough of a word to describe the magnitude of Diane’s feast. The fox practically waded through her own food, leaning onto her belly and pulling anyone within paws reach into her mouth. Her cheeks were constantly filled, and her throat felt a constant stream of prey, swallowing multiple at a time. Some villains were even helpful enough to shove others into her maw just to save themselves. Like a whale eating krill, she need only keep her mouth open, and con goers found their way in.

The fox fattened up at such an alarming rate, those animals that tried moving around her were smothered by her swelling hips and belly. After a number of animals were squished under her flab, it became difficult to distinguish whether the wriggling of her prey happened inside or outside her belly. Her blubber soon flattened whole booths and displays, and became so abundant, her footpaws lifted off the ground. It wasn’t enough to stop Diane however, whose joy of the feast propelled her toward the exit, where a large traffic jam of animals waited for her like fish in a barrel.

Diane laid herself down in front of the crowd of beasts, devilishly licking her chops. Her waist and hips surrounded them, pressing up against either sides of the surrounding walls, preventing them from running around her. Those that tried climbing her, she snatched up in her bulky arms, pressing them against her flab. Their bodies brushed against her cheeks and neck fat before they even entered her mouth; her surrounding fat grew so abundant it appeared to be swallowing her own head.

Big and small, tall and short, Diane gobbled up every creature near the exit, be they rhino or otter. The orange blob of fur barely had any anatomy to speak of, so swollen with lard that it was hard to differentiate between her limbs and every other roll on her body. The tanned area that was her belly continuously pulsated with lively activity as the muffled cries of her prey barely penetrated the din of her blorps and squelching. Though her face began to submerge under her cheeks, neck rolls and the fat folding over the back of her head, the fox had never been in a more wanton state of bliss.

Blithely moaning after swallowing the last animal, she languidly patted what portions of her fat her paws could still reach. Her flesh squelched at the impact of her pudgy paws, sending ripples that spread up to her cheeks, brushing them against the corners of her eyes. “*Ooo*, *hic-hilp*, I’m so stuffed,” she cooed, “just look at all this, *hilp*, blubber. Gosh, *bworp*, how can I get, *hilp*, any fatter?”

Amid her hiccups and the burbling of her belly, the panic and yelling of even more convention attendees still came from behind her. She licked the drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, murmuring with pleasure at a sudden blorp erupting with her gut. “*Ooog*. Alright, *hilp*, alright. So long as there’s, *orp*, more to glut, then I’ll keep, *hic-hilp*, eating. Down to the last mouthful.”

With great exertion, she turned her body back toward the convention floor. Some animals groggily stood up after having been crushed by her fat, still yet to be eaten. She slugged her way toward them, catching a few by simply falling onto them mouth open. Con goers from the other half of the convention floor curiously ran toward her as well, running in frantic fear of something else. A large black curtain concealed the other half of the convention floor, preventing her from seeing what caused the commotion. It wasn’t until she ate her way to the other end of the room that the stream of fleeing con goers had stopped, and the object of their fear stomped into Diane’s half of the room.

Lifting up a group of about twenty beasts up to his mouth, the big bad wolf shoved them all in with both his paws, swallowing them all with one massive gulp while grinning from ear to ear. The monster of a wolf had a belly the size of a house, had thick rolls the size of cars and was still capable of lumbering around on his own two footpaws. A veritable mountain of jet black fur, even Diane stared in awe and fear of this creature who was the apex of gluttony.

“There you, *ooooouuuurp*, are,” the wolf smiled with intense satisfaction.

Diane froze up as he came toward her, drool seeping down his fangs and with a belch like a bellowing dragon. “And you’ve been gorging your fill on the rest of these morsels too,” he continued, “good. I knew you and I, *buuuuraaaap*, were the same. I knew, *horp*, we both had a taste…of real gluttony.”

Diane attempted to turn her body back toward the exit, but the wolf was soon on top of her surprisingly quick. His belly completely enveloped hers like the moon eclipsing the sun; the superiority of his heft flattened against her. Their chests brushed together, and their heads drew dangerously close. Diane did her best to try and push him off, but his own arms simply swatted hers out of the way.

The wolf bared his fangs as his piercing yellow eyes met hers. “Even after eating Red, the three pigs, the goats, and all the rest of them, it just wasn’t enough. I wanted more, *urp*, so much more. So I started eating everyone, including other bad guys. Everyone was just another snack; and every place, just another buffet. I enjoyed every mouthful, growing bigger…and bigger! So much fat…and blubber, gosh it just feels so rich, doesn’t it? We both had the same idea when coming here, and I’m glad we did. Because now…you’re gunna be, *hilp*, the biggest thing I’ve eaten to date, hehehehe.”

As the wolf opened his mouth, Diane quickly looked around for anything that might help her. The booth beside her advertised a new type of compact inflatable raft used for quick escapes on any waterway; and on the table of the booth was one such raft, compact in the shape of a cube, with only a cord sticking out.

She reached out and grabbed the cube on the table. As his drooling mouth came closer to her muzzle, she plunged her arm into his mouth. Deviously grinning, the wolf took his first swallow, startling Diane when she felt her arm get pulled into his gullet down to her elbow. The moment he tried taking another gulp, she immediately pulled on the cord, inflating the raft deep within the wolf’s throat. The sudden surprise of feeling his throat fill up with the raft caused the wolf to breathe in panic instead of swallowing, but with his throat blocked, the ensuing suffocation forced him to pull himself off of Diane.

Free of the wolf’s weight pinning her down, she watched him flail about in panic. His paws were incapable of reaching past his tongue, due to his hulking arms limiting their movement. By the time he decided to try swallowing the raft down, his frantic dance had tipped him off balance, collapsing himself onto his bed of a belly. While he winced to swallow the raft down, Diane had positioned herself directly behind him. Her belly brushed against his, and his footpaws feebly wiggled within their prison of multilayered rolls. She licked her chops, clutching at each of his lardaceous thighs. Leaning her body against his, she began filling her cheeks with both his legs at the same time.

Taking her first few gulps, the wolf’s thighs began filling her gullet more than any of the elephants she ate earlier. She felt his vast blubber jiggle against the lining of her throat, desperately trying to shake himself free like he were wedged in a doorway. The insane capacity with which he filled her mouth and chest sent a rush of euphoria throughout her body, her muffled moans mingling among her grunts and gulps.

Once she swallowed up to his prodigious rear, she felt his legs entering her stomach. Her belly soon found its way under him, lifting him off the ground and allowing her to position him over her head. With each gulp, his added weight exploded her own corpulence, expanding her own blubber in all directions. Her rump and thighs gradually swallowed up the rest of her legs. Her waistline and underarm rolls stretched well beyond the reach of her own paws. Her arms swallowed her elbows and became so round she could no longer fondle her own blubber. But most importantly, with each gulp, she became the immobile-mishappen blob she had always yearned to be.

The moment she reached the wolf’s squishy waistline, he managed to finally swallow the raft. No longer wincing his eyes, he finally noticed the horror happening around him. Well past his own plentiful girth, he saw himself positioned in the center of a sea of undulating fur. Like quick sand, he appeared to sink deeper, unable to see what was pulling him down past his own fat. He hopelessly tried leaning forward and side to side, fighting against his own blubber, which only caused him to sink deeper to his doom.

Swallowing half of his belly, Diane felt his own squirming prey sloshing within her throat. The sensation of his prey churning with her prey added a new layer of pleasure she had never experienced. Like having two oceans with opposing currents, his belly would slosh one direction within her, while her belly would slosh another. With his layer of sloshing blubber wobbling her own, it was like having an army of beasts massaging her belly from the inside.

Cursing the fox in his final moments, the wolf’s muzzle disappeared within Diane’s with one final gulp. Feeling him enter her stomach, she let out a content-yet exhausted-moan, dumbfounded by her own gluttonous ability to eat something so massive. She meekly stared at the convention ceiling through dazed eyes, fighting back the urge to simply pass out. Her limbs and head had sunk deep into her lard laden body, incapable of moving even an inch. Her titanic mass stretched wider than her own home, and would undoubtedly flatten it with her stomach alone. Its thunderous sloshing and glorping echoed throughout the empty room.

“*Bwooooorp*, *guh*. So, *hic-hulp*, big. *Mmmff*, so…huge. *Hic-hulp*, oooh…so good, *hnng*.”

The fox could barely string together a coherent sentence, her addled mind becoming too focused on staying conscious and the pleasure of her fluctuating lard. Rolls squishing and brushing against each other, her gorge shifted within her like a washing machine and the strain of feeling her body pushed well beyond its limits, coated with more fat than a blue whale, provided such stimulation, she lost all train of thought for where she was and what she had been doing since she arrived. Her hedonistic enjoyment for her own corpulence was all that was on her mind, and keeping herself awake long enough to continue enjoying it.

“*Hic-hulp*, mmm. So…very…fat. *Ourp*, *huff*, love it…so much, *hic-hulp*.”

“I hope you’re happy with yourself. I thought what you did with the weasels was overdoing it, but this is pushing it over the line.”

Blinking her eyes, Diane saw the blurry form of Wolf standing over her head, just beyond her ring of neck rolls. She wryly smiled underneath her fat cheeks, barely feeling him stand on her blubber, like an ant crawling over her. “Wolf, *hic-hulp*, hey. Good to…*ummf*...see you.”

“So is this what you wanted,” Wolf scowled, “you’re so fat your own body is trying to swallow you whole. You can’t see it, but I’m buried up to my knees right now. You listening to me, Diane?”

“*Buuuuraaaaap*! Careful, *hmmff*, Wolf. Fall in, *hic-hulp*, my mouth, *hrff*, might…eat you…too.”

“When’s it ever gunna be enough, Diane? You can’t fatten up to the size of a city.”

“*Mmmmfff*, *hnnng*, oh…yes…*bwooooooooorp*!”

In her last moments of consciousness, Diane’s euphoria reached its peak upon imagining herself engulfing the entirety of Los Angeles with her fat. All the glee she felt in this moment multiplied by the thousands. A whole city of gluttony sloshing within her gut, and curves of lard resembling the surrounding hills of the mountains. In her intoxicated state, the vision was more than her overstimulated mind could handle. She drifted off into sleep, receding into her neck fat like an owl burrowing its head in its feathers. Wolf climbed his way down and returned to the moving van outside. Flipping through his phone, he searched for any semi trucks available for rent.