Casually humming a tune whilst her mother was away at the spa, Gabriella fixed herself a rather hefty sandwich fit for her caliber. Stacked several feet high, it emptied out her fridge completely of meats, veggies, dressings, and even all the bread in the cupboard. It teetered back and forth, ready to collapse at a moments notice like a stack of dominoes. The corpulent poodle wasn’t bothered by it however, once she expertly tapped it to one side to keep it rebalanced for another minute or so. Giving her enough time to grab a liter of soda and take her meal over by the couch in front of the television. Adroitly balancing her concoction on a plate, holding it up with a single paw.

Her regularly scheduled program was currently on commercial break, providing enough time to make her sandwich and toss the large empty bowl of finished popcorn in the kitchen sink. Hugging the soda bottle close to her she sat back against the couch and balanced the swaying collection of food above her mouth. Opening wide, she allowed gravity to slide the entire thing down her gullet in seconds, catapulting her belly outward some inches with a loud glorp. As it bursted outward it hung over the side of the couch as well as stretching her waist as wide as nearly two couch cushions. Sighing in relief, she took a chug of her soda before lounging on her side and giving her globe like gut a few hearty smacks. Reveling in its massiveness as food sloshed around inside it.

“Yet another terrific after lunch snack,” she sighed blissfully, feeling the hefty meal better distribute itself within her stomach. Digging a paw under her belly as much as she could, she wobbled her gut with mirth, feeling it plop and jiggle against the side of the couch as it attempted to pull her down. Along with feeling its rippling motion jiggle the rest of the fatter parts of her body. “That’s at least a weeks worth of groceries. Guess I’ll have to stop by the store tomorrow. And to think that I just went yesterday.”

Stomach wobbling and squelching as she giggled, she caressed it some more as she used her other paw to chug more soda. Plump legs stretched curving up to voluptuous hips and squishing against a chubby waist supporting a wide belly, she basked like that of a luscious Egyptian queen. All she was missing were servants to wait on her every gluttonous need. Releasing an unladylike belch, the heftiness of her gorge combined with her boredom watching commercials made her eyes droop. All she saw were the blurry images of food as she licked her lips at the grocery store add.

“Shop for your favorite name brand foods at your local Goodymart. Where everything is fresh from the veggies down to our packaged meat products.”

Meat, the thought of chewing on some thick juicy cooked steaks made her mouth slightly water. She hadn’t had some of those in awhile, along with some delectable seasoned ribs. She groped at her gut some more, swallowing imaginary loads of food and feeling her stomach stretch against her paw, which she simulated by breathing in more air.

“Also for a limited time any shopper to spend $300 or more on purchases will be entered for a chance to win a lifetime supply of groceries. This week only starting Monday. Enter now for your chance to win a confirmation letter in the mail. Only at your local Goodymart.”

Opening the corner of her eye, Gabriella read the legal disclaimer as quick as she could before the commercial ended. She read off five words before a car commercial started: purchases, exceeding, food, lifetime, letter. Her expression was the same, and not a beat changed in her bosom at the thought of it. The contest had ended two days ago and the company had forgotten to remove the add, perhaps some scheme to make shoppers think it was still going on. She had spent more than her share to enter last week than most beasts spend preparing for a famine to strike. But she knew it wouldn’t avail to anything.

“Nobody ever wins those stupid contests anyway. Their definition for a lifetime supply of groceries would probably only last me until the end of the summer. Still,” Gabby sighed, “the stomach I’d put on with a summer’s worth of groceries would be to die for.”

“I’m back!”

The front door shut as Georgette walked in, viewing her daughter in the next room with a massively bloated stomach, lounging on the couch, such as she usually finds her. She still wasn’t completely used to how much her gut undulated and rippled like it was filled with water, but it didn’t gross her out as much as it used to. It became part of the package that was having Gabby as a daughter. Along with the taxing food bills.

“What did you eat this time,” Georgette regretted to ask.

“Just a sandwich.”

“Just a sandwich? Is that a turkey sandwich with the whole turkey or a chicken and pork sandwich with both the chicken and the pig?”

“Its the everything in the fridge sandwich,” she patted her gut heartily, her digits sinking deeply into her furry flesh, “with everything--well--yeah.”

Taken aback, Georgette looked inside their fridge to find it nearly empty, save for some drinks and packaged foods. “Gabriella, that’s two days in a row you’ve cleaned out the fridge. You know we can’t afford groceries every day just because you want to feel like a walrus for the afternoon.”

“I wish. I’m not nearly as big.”

“Point is if you keep this up you’re going to open the fridge one day to find nothing there. And when that happens that beach ball of a belly will hate you for it.”

“I know what I’m doing. Besides, my stomach and I have found food by other means before. Rule number one: a glutton never settles for only one food source. She extends her sites to other more plentiful pastures if need be.”

“And what if said pastures don’t take kindly to eager voracious canines devouring the fruits of their labors?”

“That’s rule number two: always have an escape plan.”

“Well hopefully you aren’t too bloated by then that your paws can’t reach the ground. By the way you’ve got mail.”

“Oh? Must be my best foods catalogue.”

“No, its just some letter.”

Curious, Gabriella’s gut erupted in a cacophony of sloshing as she rolled off the couch. It squished against her limbs as it dragged along the floor, burbling and glorping as she moved along. Georgette’s eye twitched at the sight of it, and knowing full well, Gabriella purposely scooped as much up as she could with both her paws, and plopped it on the kitchen counter in front of her before receiving her mail.

“Goodymart Foods inc,” she read the front, quickly tearing it open in curiosity. “Congratulations Goodymart shopper. On behalf of Goodymart Inc and all its holders we are please to tell you you have…won...a lifetime supply of groceries...please...turn this...in...to your nearest...Goody...mart...center...to...claim…”

“What’s wrong?”

Gabriella began to frantically pant, the notice trembling in her grip. Her heart skipped multiple beats, and a strong tingling sensation emanated from her stomach like never before, as if it were showing its own frantic excitement. Her hind legs wobbled, wanting to bend and fall over at any time. Suddenly her stomach felt a lot more empty; the sandwich she ate earlier not comparing to the onslaught of groceries that was soon to fill it. Drowned in a mountain of food she was forced to gorge her way out of. And by the time she reached the peak she’d be a mammoth sized mutt hiccuping and sloshing as she stamped across the earth; hungry for more.

“What’s got you so worked up?”

“I...I won,” Gabriella spoke with a shocked expression, utterly dumbfounded by her luck.

Receiving the notice from her daughter, Georgette took a quick read. “A lifetime supply of groceries, is this real?”

“Look...at the...seal…”

“Gabriella, oh my gosh,” Georgette squealed, giving her fat daughter a tight hug and grinning with glee. “A lifetime supply of groceries!” Suddenly, it hit her like an anvil dropping from the sky. The obvious realization of what the letter entailed. “A lifetime...supply...of groceries.” It didn’t take long to think what her daughter would do with all that food; the terror struck her so instantly she nearly fell over. “Oh my gosh.”

Staring grave faced at Gabriella, the moment proved too good to be true. All that food, all for her. Eating each and every day like it were her last meal, doubling her weight from sunrise to sunset. Fondling her belly on the couch was like poking a paunch compared to basking in a jiggling sloshing globe she was soon to call her new body. The excitement became too much to bear before she suddenly fainted, squelching loudly as her bloated stomach broke her fall. Georgette reread the notice, gulping nervously as she looked back from it to her daughter sleeping atop of her beanbag belly.

“We’re going to need a bigger house…”

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“Just keep bringing them in here. Careful, I don’t want a single thing bruised or mistreated.”

In a flash Gabriella followed the instructions on the back of the letter and right away she had a daily selection of her choosing shipped over to her house. Not wanting to be around during the ensuing chaos, Georgette went out to view a movie. Originally both of them planned to go, but with this recent event Gabriella couldn’t pass up this chance to gorge herself.

A group of doberman employees wheeled in carts stacked with boxes full of products from behind large shipping trucks, filling the living room with them as boxes surrounded the couch. The containers consisted of mostly potato chips, some canned italian foods, cupcakes, bottles of wine, soup cans, bags of cookies, cheetos, bananas, apples, some watermelons, premade sub sandwiches, pumpkin pies, and some bottles of lemonade. For her first day she wanted to get right into her feast rather than individually cook a ton of meat to feast on; that would come at later times, while she digests what she had eaten previously.

“That’s all the packages mame,” one of the dobermans checked off a list.

“Thank you so much,” Gabriella cooed, looking at the many boxes in the next room, “And thank you for coming so fast. The anxiety was killing me.”

“You having quite the party huh?”

“Something like that. I don’t get to have these parties quite often.”

“Well hope things go well. It’d be a shame for any of this to go to waste.”

“Trust me, none of it will go to waste. Everything down to the last chip will be gone by tomorrow.”

“Really? You must have a guest list as big as this house of yours,” he made his way toward the door.

“No, its just me,” she grinned, pleased at the confused expression he left her. “See you tomorrow.”

Quickly shutting the door, she pranced over to the living room to open the nearest box. Her heart soared at the sight of so many bananas, which she eagerly began popping in her mouth a couple at a time while surveying the other boxes. After a few she searched for the box containing drinks and took a swig of some wine. She moaned at its decadent taste lavishing her tastebuds as it quenched her thirst. Mixing with the bananas entering her maw in a waterfall of goodness.

“This is fantastic,” she took another drink of wine, “All this food, all for me to gorge myself on. This should all satisfy me until the next shipment comes. If only I could see mother’s reaction when she sees my massive gain. I’ll probably be passed out by then. Well, let the gorging begin!”

Sitting on her couch, she pulled the box of bananas towards her, eagerly finishing up what she had started. Her incessant gulps filled the room as banana peels scattered around the couch. Her lower body stretched as she swallowed six bananas at a time, wearing a grin on her face all the while. Her gut hung over the edge of the couch, slowing creeping over to the table in front of her. She ate with her head leaned back feeling the bulge of food traversing down her neck, pass her chest and plop into her gut.

Finishing the box it was already more than she had that morning. Holding the bottom of her stomach in her paws she fondled its big furry bulk. Feeling its squishable fat melt in her paws like a white tub of ice cream on a hot summers day. The top of her stomach folded over her bosom as she hugged it against her, feeling the fat of her belly began to engulf her thighs. Her digits squished what they could before she allowed the squelching corpulent orb to slip out of her embrace and land with a plop in her lap.

Drinking two bottles of wine, she opened the next box which contained pumpkin pies. Throwing open the plastic covering, she dug her face in; taking huge bites and finishing each pie in a couple seconds. She placed several atop of her belly, using it as a table as she ate each one by one. Digging in, crumbs flew everywhere, scattering on the floor, couch and some on her gut, which she gathered up by brushing them into an empty pan before pouring it in her mouth.

As she ate she smacked her gut with an empty paw, feeling all she gorged on swirl and churn within her. The ripple across her landscape of fur wobbled everything from her pudgy arm to the fat on her back. She grunted as she leaned forward to grab more pies from the bottom of the box, fighting against her overgorged gut. Using her great weight she leaned backward and was able to put the box itself next to her on the couch. Lifting it a little higher, she placed it on her belly, reaching inside and stuffing herself with the remaining pies. With so many in front of her at once she ate them quicker than before with a new strategy. Realizing the tin trays were rather flimsy, she merely pressed from the bottom, allowing the whole pie to pop out for her gluttonous enjoyment.

“Oooh, what a gorge,” she moaned as her belly made a thunderous explosion of sloshing as she leaned forward, half of her bloated gut squishing against the table. “Only two boxes down, and I’m already having trouble moving around.”

Continuing to groan with pleasure, she managed to reach the ground with her forepaws. Her limbs greatly squished against her wobbling globe like body, which also wedged itself between the couch and table. Grunting, she wiggled her way out an inch at a time, sloshing around her indigested gorge like a washing machine. Meanwhile her massive rump jiggled along with her meaty thighs, bumping into the couch and the table with each sway. Finally she broke free, her body squelching as it bloated out a little bit more, no longer being wedged between a confined space.

Making her way near the lemonade drinks, and another box, her stomach roared with glee at the site of the watermelons. Taking swigs of a few lemonade bottles, she took a huge bite out of her first melon, swallowing the contents along with the rind without care. Greedily she munched away savoring the sweet sugary flavors of both the melon and the drink. Daring as she was, she even attempted to swallow a watermelon whole. The thick specimen was quite a load to get down, but she managed; with some added panic as she punched it down with her own paw.

Chunk after chunk her gut continued bloating outward, stretching across the floor and making her waist stretch as wide as the couch itself. The beauty of this particular gorge was that she felt more full than she had in the past month and had only gotten through two boxes. She felt her hind legs slowly lift off the floor as she leaned forward to take out watermelons deeper in the box. The intoxicating sensation of gluttony propelled her to eat faster, causing her to accidentally lean too far.

Her face planted against a few watermelons while her hind legs wiggled in mid air. The fat from her back sloshed over her momentarily before distributing itself more evenly. Grinning at the convenience of being a bite away from the rest of her feast, she resumed with an added fervor. An hour passed by the time she finished the whole box, mostly because of the bulk of the watermelons rather than the amount. Simply trying to lean her head off the ground she felt the sheer weight of her bloated body fighting against her. Her slightest movement made her feel like she had a herd of pigs weighing her down, with an ocean of food swirling around inside her, crashing against her stomach like waves upon a rocky shore. The sloshing resembled such, but the massive weight she was forced to lug around brought her immense pleasure as she felt her gorge pull along the floor.

Moaning with bliss she pulled her way to some more boxes, pulling herself along the couch which now dwarfed her in size. She landed on the next box with a squelch, her whole body wobbling upon impact. It continued to glorp and burble as she opened it up, revealing some canned ravioli and spaghetti. Brandishing a can opener she kept with her for this particular box, she opened them one at a time to instantly down the cold contents. Undoubtedly it would’ve tasted better warmer, but so long as she had something to swallow and fill her gut with she didn’t mind. The only thing she regretted about eating the entire box was not having enough arms and can openers to open each one quicker.

Along with finishing the entire box after an hour she also finished the entire box of wine. Woozy and with a sloppy grin she squished and kneaded her thick, corpulent white bulk of a body. Practically a white furry bed of undulating and sloshing lard, all she felt was the rippling of her flesh with each hiccup and and the innumerable amount of food churning inside her. Everything rubbing against itself or with some surface. Her chubby face looked to the remaining boxes while her forearms and forelegs rested against the sides of her gut. Despite her rump and thighs having plumped up as large as a couple of bean bag chairs, the rapid growth of her stomach proved too overwhelming for them to reach the ground.

“Hilp! What a glut,” she moaned through dazed eyes, slowly trying to pull her way onto the couch. “I can’t believe, hilp, I’ve already eaten so much, hilp, and still have more to go.” She got her head and forearms over the back of the couch. “Day after day, hilp, eating like a starving elephant. Or an animal, hilp, fattening up for winter. Trapped inside a mansion, hilp, made of donuts!”

She pushed with all her strength against the couch, feeling inch by inch of her lush bosom creep forward, as well as the blubber of her back slosh her forward. As her weight followed behind her, she felt herself more easily sliding onto the couch from behind it. Soon she lunged forward, her head sliding over the edge of the front of the couch. Quickly before she slammed into the table, she grabbed the table edges and lifted herself atop of it as an avalanche of lard sloshed over the couch. Her massive body took up the whole couch while her head, bosom, and the upper half of her belly rested both on the table and filled the gap in between the table and couch. Her dainty hind paws were all that hung over the back of the couch as her whole body practically engulfed it.

“Hilp, I have the potential, hilp, to be fatter than I’ve ever dreamed of.” She began rubbing her paws on whatever inch of her body she could reach. “Getting fatter and fatter every, hilp, day. Squishing and rubbing against everything. Filling up, hilp, so much space, until I get as big as a whole room! This fat belly, hilp, filled with more food than you could fit in, hilp, a truck!””

Suddenly she heard an ominous creak as the framework of both the couch and the table cracked beneath her titanic weight. Startled, she tried lifting herself off the table, only getting an inch of her lush bosom off of it. Without warning, loud snaps accompanied her body’s ferocious sloshing as she quickly descended to the ground; flattening both table and couch under her. Her body jiggled like a giant mound of jello, with her fat back squishing against her round forearms and the back of her head. Sloppily grinning, the impact and rabid activity of her gorge thrashing around inside her left her rather dazed.

“Hilp, mother’s not going to be happy about that,” she yawned, “think I’ll, hilp, just lay here for a bit. Stuff myself on the rest of the food when I wake, hilp, up.”

As uncomfortable as pressing against the broken wooden planks of the table or couch was, she was too overgorged and woozy from the wine to care much. The wine in particular drooped her eyelids and made every exhale draw her deeper into sleep. Were it any other drink she’d happily drag her bed sized bulk over to each box and eat until she was so stuffed her bulky arms couldn’t reach far enough to stuff food in her mouth. Or until she was pinned under her own stomach like an upside down tortoise. That would have to wait until tomorrow and the following days to come. Currently she had access to more food than she knew what to do with. And though she’d rather have excess food after she filled herself to the brim, a gift like this just begged to be shared.

End of part 1...