Submerged in a deep state of sleep, the darkness of Gabriella’s room concealing the bright outside world-coupled with the cool breeze of her ceiling fan-provided the utmost comfort for her to lazily lay on her bed; oversleeping more so than she normally did in the past. Absorbed in her peaceful slumber, she was uncharacteristically still, unlike her usual wobbling self during her morning activities. It wasn’t until the sudden growling of her stomach that she inhaled a plethora of air before sighing through blurry eyes.

She awoke on her side, face laying on a large pillow as she looked to the empty boxes of food in front of her. Yawning, she literally rolled out of bed, too lazy to use her limbs to crawl off the mattress. She landed on the floor with a soft squelch, the absence of food not producing a symphony of sloshes afterwards. She stretched her limbs and lumbered over to her curtains to let in the sunlight, squinting as her eyes adjusted. As the world became more clear she saw the usual cars passing by along with some dogs going out for a walk or the mail malamute dropping off a letter or two at neighboring houses. Mostly she thought of what lied beyond the neighborhood: coffee, pancakes, eggs, bacon and other essential breakfasts being served all around. She gave her robust belly some loving squishes with a free paw. She’d have to eat at home before venturing outside.

She walked over to her bathroom to pretty herself up first. Though gluttony preceded beauty in her eyes, her mother’s narcissistic influence remained prevalent in her life; making her believe even she could make big look beautiful. She took the curls out of her head fur and the plush around her neck and heels, followed by any creams or ointments she’d put on. Combing, preening, mouth washing, and scenting with some of her mother’s perfume painted a stunning voluptuous portrait that was herself to start the day. The cycle was a constant ritual in her life, but was never more enjoyable than it had been since she won the contest. Now that each day she woke up, she saw more and more of her radiant corpulence enveloping the mirror.

Her luscious limbs continued plumping up after each days gorging, fluffing up nearly as large as her own pillows. The added bulk even made her a bit taller to compensate for her massive girth, lifting her belly a little more off the ground compared to it laying completely flat the previous day. Her face even chubbed up, requiring more powder around the cheeks to compliment her colorful smile. But most of all her mid section bloated up like a stuffed pig constantly overfed to the day he’d be able to feed an entire village. A hulking mass of white furry flesh, rippling and wobbling, and so completely well fed she could feel each scrap of food quivering around with the delicate touch of a paw. Much of the doors of her house required widening just so she could squeeze through. Her belly’s rubbing against her limbs provided some great weight training, allowing her limbs to slightly workout in order to heavy more of her girth as the days went on.

It was her crowning achievement. One she lifted atop of her bathroom sink just to admire and fondle in front of the mirror for several minutes. Seeing just how much her stomach spanned after digesting thousands upon thousands of calories worth of food in one day. It was much too big for her to see all of it by looking down, which made the mirror view fill her with sensational mirth. Sticking her belly outward, she rubbed her paws across its soft pastures of white flesh. Submerging her digits deep into its plush layers of fat. She couldn’t reach every inch, but just having so much belly to fondle and love in her embrace was more than enough pleasure for her. Wearing a wide grin, she gave it a few playful smacks before letting it slip off the table and end up between her limbs before heading downstairs to satiate its unending hunger.

Stairs creaking as she walked down them, much of her belly uncomfortably pressed against the steps, something she had yet to grow used to after only a week and a half of her starting her gorge. Going to the kitchens, she took another yawn before reaching into the fridge for her gallon of mocha iced coffee, chugging it down in a matter of minutes. More alert, she was ready to start the day off with a nice hefty breakfast, which consisted of her cooking several cases of pre marinated boneless chicken, several pounds of rice, a few dozen eggs doused with tomatoes, peppers, onions, and celery, and preparing toast. All the while chugging down milk and her favorite cereals, along with perhaps some donuts, cookies, cinnamon rolls, and a pretzel or two; or twenty.

She removed all she needed from the cupboards and fridge, not minding having to cook her meals so long as she had something to snack on. It was the only situation she ever cooked for herself, which made many a sandwich or bagged foods pass her lips. Singing a song as she grew engrossed in her cooking she slapped chickens on the grill until there was no space left. During the process she grabbed a gallon of milk in her right paw and a box of cereal in her left. Pouring the cereal in her gaping maw, she then proceeded to pour the milk in. Her mouth was the bowl and she had no need for any spoon as she swallowed the large mass of moist marshmallows and crisps. The hefty load barely made a dent in her massive belly however, which she sought to remedy by grabbing the bag of mini donuts and pouring a few down her throat.

As her gluttonous senses awakened, it became harder for her to sing as she swallowed an innumerable amount of food before she even started cooking the other side of the chicken. Her belly bounced as she slowly turned around to face the kitchen counter to mince some of the vegetables. Some of which she couldn’t resist wolfing down; cheeks brimming at the satisfying taste. Tempted by some cinnamon rolls, she likewise picked up a few and popped them in her mouth, effortlessly swallowing them whole like they were bite sized sweets.

Licking her paw she heartily smacked her gut, feeling what she had gorged on so far sloshing around in her corpulent chasm. Much of it still felt hollow like a drum, save for the thick layer of fat that coated her. To remedy this she allowed the chicken to sizzle by itself before getting a gallon of milk in one paw, and a large bag of cookies in the other. At the same time, she poured both over in her mouth, feeling her stomach bloat up slightly as it brushed more against the counter. Once finished she sighed with relief, weighing her swollen mass in her loving embrace as it slipped through the cracks of her digits.

Her gluttony continued in this fashion by the time her first set of chicken was done. While letting it cool she cooked another set and cooked some eggs. Some of which she simply ate the yolks. Toasting bread and lathering them with tons of butter, she tossed some over easy eggs atop of it, chicken, tomatoes, onions, lettuce and another slice of toast to fashion a unique sandwich. Which she shoved in her mouth and swallowed instantly. Dozens of sweets, dairy products, and meats passed her lips in a breakfast that could satisfy a hotel housing numerous people. All of it so delicious and essential to a growing poodle of her stature of course. For the most important meal of the day, was what will be holding her down until the real gorging started.

By the time she finished her meal, her belly was well sated until she ordered lunch later on. Sandwiches, steaks, fish, sweet rolls, eclairs, pumpkin pie, deviled eggs, and a tub of pasta to name a few. She tried not to think of it too much, lest she overeat right now and take a long nap after a hearty gorge; possibly missing dinner. Her breakfast burbled within her as she waddled over by the assortment of mattresses in the middle of the living room which served as the new couch after breaking it a couple weeks back. Parking herself in front of the television, she flipped through channels until she found something which tickled her fancy.

The first couple channels were weight loss ads which plagued television during the working hours. Imagines of skinny canines, flaunting their twig like figures with little to no curves complimenting their shape, along with the obnoxious announcer promising an attractive fit body in a matter of weeks thanks to the help of the most ludicrous devices. Gabriella snickered as she viewed herself in a mirror hanging off the wall. Seeing herself in all her swollen glory from the side view. Her limbs were thick with her rump curving up to her voluptuous back which curved like a winding road, trailing down to the back of her neck and up to her chubby cheeks. “Sure you might live a longer life starving yourself and eating rabbit food. But you’ll never truly know what manner of living you can achieve by really letting yourself go.”

As if to spite the commercial itself, Gabriella rolled onto her back, allowing an ocean of fat and indigested gorge to flow up to her bosom; having much of her fat squish against her chin and part of her muzzle. Her hind legs were nearly lost under her stomach’s immense shadow, barely peeking outward due to her luscious thighs. “Now this is what an attractive body ought to look like, and I’ve put much more money, time, and effort into making it look this good. In a couple of months and a million calories later, I’m already three times bigger than when I’ve started.”

With her paws she lovingly undulated her gut. Pressing deeply as waves of fat wobbled every inch of her body. Its glorps and burbling created a cacophony of noise, ringing throughout the house even. The sheer mass of jiggling white fur made her grin in bliss as she felt its great weight rock back and forth. Its sloshing made her moan in bliss, as she felt all she had eaten churn inside her, producing a rather pleasurable inner belly massage.

“Pretty soon they’ll have to come up with a new word for this belly of mine. I might be fatter than any canine in the city now, but in time, words might not even be able to describe my weight.”

As she was playing with her girth, a sudden commercial caught her attention. It appears a new restaurant opened up in town featuring a varied selection of pizza dishes, fries, chicken, and even burgers. All wonderfully fattening foods to improve her luscious figure. It wasn’t often that a new eatery came to town without her knowing, but due to her recent gorging activities, she didn’t have much time to spend looking out for one. The only reason she turned on the T.V. was to wait an hour or so for her lunch shipment to arrive. Sometimes she’d just leave the door open and took a quick nap, waking up once the dollies wheeled in with her boxes of food.

Grinning at the chance to christen another food ground, a devious plan formulated in her mind. As wondrous as it was eating twice her weight in groceries every day, the quality of food wasn’t as quick and delectable as she had in restaurants. Such as her favorite Italian restaurant, where she snickers every time as the canine seating her dashes to the kitchen to immediately inform the chef of her arrival. If it served food, it was Gabby’s goal to let them know who the town glutton was. A profession which all could see too well just by gazing upon her mammoth like visage.

She belched and groaned as more food went down into the pit of her stomach. Lazily she scratched the surface of her gut, feeling food squelch and shift around inside. “Well, It has been a time since I’ve been outside, hasn’t it. Very well,” she undulated her stomach some more, “lets take this belly out for a walk.”

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The vision of her plan in action made her lick her lips with oozing satisfaction and anxiety. The taste of so many decadent dishes passing her lips, pouring down her maw in a waterfall of flavors, all filling up her chasm like stomach and adding to each voluptuous inch of fat around her whole figure. The visualization of her plan taking place in multiple restaurants around the city nearly made her faint from grandeur on the city sidewalk. It was an experience she couldn’t wait to make a reality. Though the walk over, was more terrible than the time she visited an exotic restaurant with a three hour waiting limit.

For a couple months now her limbs had no reason to move for very long other than taking her from her room to the kitchen, or preparing food. The distance between those things being so close her muscles never got to the point of feeling an ache. Now however once walking out the door and through the front gates, her limbs began feeling the impact her gluttony brought on. Each laborious step felt like anvils were tied around the center of her limbs, along with carrying a massive boulder around her waist. As soon as she set a forepaw down, she felt a violent ripple transfer throughout her body, swaying her immense midsection like a rickety tower ready to topple. She started off fine, head held high, strutting down the sidewalk with her thick curves swaying as her hind paws put one paw in front of the other. Then it escalated into a hyper intense work out leaving her groveling on the floor, tongue out as she panted and her heart raced.

“This...was...a...bad...idea.” She wheezed for air; her muscles coated in thick layers of fat throbbing in agony. She tried standing upright, but one step was all it took to reunite her with the concrete sidewalk; her blubbery body pooling around her like melted ice cream. A bellowing roar erupted from the pit of her stomach, starved at the amount of calories having been burned by doing such a laborious task. “How,” Gabby wiped perspiration from her brow, “How can I...be...hungry already? I just...ate breakfast. At...least...I made it...this...far”

She strained to lift her head and look behind her, falling flat on the floor as she was only at the end of the block. Her belly growled as she groaned in depression, realizing the restaurant was another five blocks away. “Maybe...if I go back...I’ll reach the...steps...before I pass out…”

Struggling to get back on her pillowy legs, she began turning herself around at a snails pace. Panting all the while, and grunting with effort as her rump bumped against the fences and her belly rubbed against the floor. As she was about to make her way in however, a sudden stroke of luck came by in the form of a doberman driving a thick sturdy truck. He didn’t catch her attention at first, before he pulled over and offered any assistance; though she wouldn’t admit it, she did seem rather pathetic and near the brink of collapsing from exhaustion. She informed him of her plight and reluctantly, offered her a ride in the back of his truck. Seeing as the truck bed itself was wide enough to accommodate her, she gratefully took the offer and pulled herself on; with some difficulty but with enough drive to dispel what energy she had left.

The truck creaked and turned rather slowly, with Gabriella sprawled atop of the outside, blocking virtually any view of the back mirror with her midsection. She rested for the moment with a wry smile, thinking of food once more while combating her limbs soreness. Meanwhile she took big whiffs of all the mouthwatering aromas littering the food district which they passed through. Her growling stomach bellowing loud enough for the driver to even hear. “When I get there, I’m going to gorge myself until they have to clear a whole room...just for me.”

The drive over was much quicker than expected, as the truck came to a halt the minute she closed her eyes to rest. Her eyes spread wide open however at the sight of the massive line in front of the restaurant. Canine’s and even felines of all sorts formed in an orderly fashion as certain parties were called up to the front. Odd for a joint which served typical fast food cuisine, trying to act like a high class lobster shanty.

At the beckoning of the driver, Gabriella made the back end of the truck creak as she stepped off; her body making thundering glorps and sloshes as it squished against the edge of the truck bed and plopped on the pavement. The sudden rouse garnered the attention of the crowd, who grew further shocked at seeing a poodle of such incredible size. Gabriella was rather used to such surprised gazes, filled with both disgust and bafflement. To this degree however was different. Naturally she’d be proud and provocative, forcing all eyes to put up with her sassiness as she basked in her wobbling radiance. After being exhausted however and with sore limbs, she wasn’t in the best of moods for so much attention.

“What,” she snarled at the crowd, “haven’t you ever seen a big girl before?”

Even some of the huskier females in the crowd couldn’t believe her enormity. “I eat to make myself feel better. Is that such a surprise?”

The crowd then muttered acknowledging words to one another, accepting what they thought was a sensible explanation for her girth. Thanks to said enormity on her side, she was better able to see how far the crowd extended, which further made her groan as she at the back of the line to be tantalized by the pleasing aromas inside. It became clear to her that these weren’t your average fast food burgers and pizzas. Something rolled off her tongue that gave her shivers down her spine. The type of uneasiness that shocked her with delight, peeking her curiosity above her usual expectations.

The time spent with the gawking public along with viewing patrons enjoying their meals inside became too much to bare however not ten minutes after she arrived. Her plan didn’t call for her to sit back and starve by the time she could place an order for a seat, then wait some more just be seated, coupled with waiting for food or a waiter to take her order. She would have none of that and walked up to the front to talk to one of the employees; bumping into many other customers along the way, some of which shoved her squishy bulk back in frustration. She spoke to a rather polite corgi, which then fetched the manager as per her request. Time seemed to stop as the corgi informed the kitchen, along with fellow waiters, of the coming of the most immense poodle the city had ever seen, garnering yet more attention. It would’ve been terribly flattering if she wasn’t so hungry.

Finally management came. An orange tabby to be precise, who didn’t seem very phased by her dwarfing him in size. “How may I help you miss?”

“Greetings my good man,” she imagined how her mother would greet him him, whilst retaining a flustered look at the rumbling of her gut. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am baroness Gabriella of the house Georgette and Tito, and might I say you have a wonderful establishment here. I shall not take up your time so I’ll get to the point. A poodle of my stature enjoys all manner of dining this city has to offer, and seeing as how you’ve just opened I thought I’d make my presence aware here.”

The feline seemed unimpressed, “Mhm, yes. Well, you’re welcome to wait in line like the other patrons and wait until you’re seated, miss Gabriella. I apologize for the...wait...however, as its quite busy during the opening week as I’m sure you know.”

“Would’ve been nice if I reminded myself,” she rolled her eyes. “But before you go I would like to make a short proposition to you. If you don’t mind.”

He turned back to her as he was about to leave. “What sort of proposition?”

Gabby produced a sheet of paper certifying her grocery winnings. “I have at my disposal, a lifetime supply of groceries available to come at a moments call. With it, I would like to supply your restaurant with whatever you may need to function, free of charge, for one full month. And in return, you provide me with the highest calibre of service.”

Breaking his character, his eyes widened with equal shock to that of the customer’s as soon as they laid eyes on Gabby. Looking to her certificate for verification, he nodded his head once noticing details verifying its authenticity. “One whole month you say?”

“Yes,” she grinned.

“All the culinary supplies we need, free of charge and no shipping expenses?”

“Indeed.”

He began tapping his claws together, pondering the deal whilst swaying his tail with pleasure. “And...how often, would you be coming by?”

“Hmm...perhaps, once in awhile. There are other places I enjoy spending my time in.”

“And, can this deal be effective immediately?”

“I hoped you would ask, and the answer is yes.”

Grinning, he nodded in agreement. “Maitre d, please find madam Gabriella a table.”

“A room, if you please, friend.”

“A-a room?” Gabriella nodded. “Er-yes-of course. A room, please, ladies. Find her a nice private room, if you please.”

Her face couldn’t of worn a wider smile from cheek to cheek if a banana was wedged in her mouth. Eagerly she followed a feline waitress to the back of the building and into an empty room. The doors slid open, so she didn’t have to squeeze through them yet, and the room itself looked like it was primarily used for company parties; fitted with a bar, some television sets, and even a stage for performances. She was seated in the middle of the room, or rather she sat in the middle, only with a round but wide table in front of her.

“Do forgive me mame,” spoke the waitress, “but I don’t believe we have any chairs capable of…”

“Its fine sweetie. My tush is perfectly capable of cushioning itself,” Gabby smirked, with the waitress giving an uncomfortable chuckle.

She gave her order immediately, not even sparing a second to view the menu. She ordered everything it possibly listed aside from the hard beverages as she’d rather pass out from a food induced coma rather than intoxication. For drinks she specifically asked a pitcher of cola be brought to her every two minutes so she would have something to ingest while waiting for her food, which she was given along with free breadsticks every customer received.

Her stomach growled and grumbled in anticipation, making very little of the breadsticks and drink she received. Likewise seconds felt like minutes as she tapped her digits on the table as she leaned against it; bored at the lack of gorge currently passing her lips. The fifteen minutes she waited were equal to her sitting in front of the oven, watching a roast bake, until she salivated to no end once it was complete. The food they wheeled up looked extraordinary. To the untrained eye they were simply common burgers and pizzas, but they were so full of color and sheen it seemed as if they were polished with grease. From the sesame seeds to the crust, every inch of each food appeared to ooze flavor. Both orders so tantalizing and pure that she just had to get her paws on them.

Leaving her to her meal, she picked up a single burger as she planned to savor the taste. It squished softly in her digits, with a noticeable squishing noise erupting once she added pretty on the buns. Grease and sauce spilt off the side of the patty and trickled down to the cheese beneath it. It was quite the seductive dance to one such as her, compelling her to lick her lips. “Bottoms up big girl.”

Upon the first bite, it became abundantly clear why such generic fatty foods like these would be held with such a high regard. The sudden taste flourished with juicy flavors coupled with a chunk of thick meat lathered in grease and an ounce of fat. She could taste simply how artery clogging the food itself was, but reveled in its unhealthy pleasures. It was the soul essence of taste and gluttony fused together to create an intoxicating concoction. Were any of the current restaurant occupants to become regulars after today, she could expect to see some new fat faces in a couple of weeks.

Wolfing down what little amount of burgers and pizza was served to her in seconds, she gave a rather unladylike belch as she guzzled down another pitcher of soda. Licking her paws of grease and moaning with pleasure, she rubbed her puffy cheeks, squishing them as she envisioned loads of the delicious burgers filling them up faster than she could swallow. “Mmm, these have to be the most delicious burgers I’ve ever tasted, and I’ve tasted them all throughout this town. Just one bite and I can taste more calories than a chocolate and syrup covered sundae deep fried, glazed and served inside a cinnamon coated wrap filled with whipped cream.”

She licked her chops and placed her paws atop of her rumbling belly which became tantalized by her creative thinking. Giving it a few jolly pats, her paws sunk deeply into her cushiony fur. Much of it brushed against the floor and rubbed against her legs, squishing tightly against the table which was bolted to the ground. It didn’t bother her however as her stomach had accumulated such a thick layer of pudge that it merely felt like a belt lightly straining the front of her gut. Once she had her fill it’ll probably engulf the whole table in its thick blubbery embrace.

Once the next cart of food rolled up she kindly informed one of the waiters to inform the manager to give her priority over the other customers. She technically was paying more money than any of them by covering all grocery expenses, so she intended to be served to such a degree. It also meant she’d be able to stuff her face much more often instead of having to wait fifteen minute intervals for more food.

The next course consisted of rich steaks, buffalo wings, and ribs. Each bite lavished her mouth in the same rich succulent flavor the burgers and pizzas gave, only these dishes were a combination of smoky and spicy tastes. The gluttonous poodle cleanly peeled every strip of meat from the bone, stuffing each morsel in her mouth and finishing each plate in seconds without any trace of sauce or meat. The pile of bones quickly amassed as more orders of wings were brought to her every couple of minutes, which she all washed down with her beloved pitcher of soda.

Another cart wheeled in containing stacks of hot dogs, and mounds of rice, mashed potatoes, french fries, and macaroni. Ever the creative glutton, she combined the numerous sides with each hot dog, which was already coated in condiments, relish, or onions all smoked to perfection. A pyramid of food was soon amassed, stacked atop of a plate which she leaned ever closer to her mouth. Without warning she tipped the whole thing over, feeling it all funnel down her gullet until it brimmed in her cheeks and clogged her mouth from closing; forcing her to use her own paws to push it all in. Her muffled gulps resounded throughout the room as she shoved everything in her mouth; cheeks ready to burst and jaws unable to close.

Each pile of food she swallowed made a loud glorp within her massive gut, which grew louder with each new mouthful she stuffed in her already over crowded maw. One paw she used to stuff more food in while the other she used to push food down, which grew increasingly more arduous as time converted every calorie into another inch of luscious fat, adding more cushion to her already well padded forearms. It also didn’t help that she put more food in than she could swallow fast enough. But she was so engrossed in her gluttony that she viewed it as not getting enough food down, but not putting enough fod in.

Before she was able to stuff one more wing in her mouth (which opened so wide she could barely see anything past her cheeks), she saw the behemoth they were now wheeling in. It was a burrito, covered in cheeses, sauce, and stuffed with more meat and veggies than a fifty pound turkey on thanksgiving. It was a masterpiece. One of the few rarities she saw in this city other than the more smaller restaurants and their own unique orders like steakzilla. It vanished from sight once it wheeled in closer, lost past the vision of her immensely bloated cheeks. She simply had go wolf it down in one gulp, but couldn’t until she did so with everything she currently had clogged in her maw.

Shoving the food down as much as she could, she was barely able to close her mouth with her paws still inside it. Leaning her head back and relaxing her incredibly crowded stomach, she shut her eyes and forced herself to swallow. Whole turkeys were devoured in her past thanks to her rich ex, but this was a ball of food the size of a wrecking ball. She winced for the most part, grunting as it took its sweet time traversing her gullet. Regrettably her forearms were too fat to go down any further, but she wouldn’t need them. Once she felt the last bit of food exit her mouth, she guzzled a waterfall of soda, softening up the food and allowing it all to enter her belly with a monstrous splash.

Her belly bursted outward several inches to her surprise, pouring over the table and flowing under it for the most part. Where it couldn’t spill outward it sloshed upward and backward, stretching her pillowy bosom against her chin and rounding out her gropeable waist. The sudden bloating pushed her slightly backward, which was all it took for her to fall back like a massive tree collapsing after a precise cutting. She was blinded by her euphoria of wolfing down so much to notice; her paws resting on her stomach as an avalanche of fat squished in between her digits before engulfing her paws all together. The sudden crash as her back hit the floor caused the empty plates to rattle, along with a thunderous squelch to echo throughout the whole restaurant, starling some customers as a result. Her stomach vigorously wobbled and sloshed, even brushed against her muzzle at intervals. It towered over her like a mountain, blocking any view in front of her. She couldn't see much of anything anyway thanks to her upper body restricting any movement of her neck, but even she was rather impressed by her own mountain of white undulating squishable fur.

A grin creased across her chubby cheeks as she rubbed at whatever she could. Sliding her digits across the fat plain of burbling gorge. “What a hic belly,” she sighed in bliss. “There’s nothing hic I love more...than seeing how fat I can get in one sitting.”

“Mame! Mame are you alright?”

The feline waitress who brought her drinks came rushing to her side. Her expression was shock at first only to transition into confusion after seeing the look of sheer delight on Gabby’s face.

“I just had hic a bit of an accident dear, that’s all. Hic ah, you brought my drink.”

The waitress suddenly released her grip on the pitcher as Gabby grabbed it; chugging it down in seconds and handing it back. “Keep ‘em coming honey. Oh hic and don’t worry about me. I’ve been in worse situations.”

Listening, the cat returned to gether another refill. Alone once again, Gabby hiccuped and wobbled her titanic gut with the utmost mirth. The sloshing of all she had gorged on gave her a most pleasant inner body massage, churning around pizza slices, hotdogs, and burgers all in one giant furry washing machine. The vibrant jiggling caused her puffy chest to press itself against her muzzle, along with her lower body barely lifting off her hind legs which were barely visible from under her body. She didn’t know more waiters carting in food noticed her playing around with her girth, who then left immediately out of disgust. If she did notice their presence she would’ve gave her gut a hefty smack just to taunt them anyway. But she kept playing with her belly. Lost in her own fat dream which she was far from waking up from.

“Now hic about that burrito.”

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Along with yet another grocery shipment stopping by her home, the trailer produced a series of noises which echoed out the back. Sloshing and loud stomps rang in the employees ears as they carted food out. What remained from what they originally had anyway. Placing a paw out the trailer, the ramp creaked fiercely at the white wobbling tree trunk that served as Gabby’s foreleg. Her blossoming bosom exited the truck before her head, which she held high with pride; overly chubby cheeks producing a rich smile on her watermelon like face. Her chest compressed as she took a breath of the outside, then greatly puffed out as she exhaled and felt its wide countenance flow across the floor and squish against her limbs.

A resounding hiccup vigorously trembled her body, which had grown so immensely round and fat it looked like she had eaten a small bus made out of beef soaked in barbeque sauce and injected with butter. So much of it pulled against the floor that it completely enveloped the ramp itself as she made her way down. It constantly undulated in jello like motions, squelching and glorping months worth of gluttony, which converted itself into even more layers of fat like clockwork.

Finally, out the truck came her rump, which had greatly enlarged after hours of sitting, not to mention all those foods that digested all to her hips. Its shape curved out into two wobbling orbs capable of flattening two queen sized beds laying side by side. Her five person couch wasn’t even able to seat a quarter of its jiggling brilliance. Her thighs were also like that of beds, greatly rubbing against one another and jiggling with each step along with her massive body. They valiantly fought against her girth to move but an inch further, with a spindly footpaw nearly being lost under a mountain of blubber. Still though, Gabby tried strutting about with what she had. Showing both gluttony and sas in her step no matter the size.

Her stunning transformation certainly was a hallmark in her gluttonous career. The last time she felt so big her stomach stretched so much in front of her it felt like she was pushing against a car. Her restaurant feast became so successful she called the grocery company itself to pick her up along with returning her to her home with a new shipment. Loaded with more food in her gut to last a family for months, she wobbled toward her front gate, which had her mother waiting with a dumbfounded expression.

“Are you insane,” she yelped, “have you no regard for your own personal health?”

“OH mother,” Gabby wobbled beside her, “you’ve, hic hilp, promised to stop freaking out, hic hilp, when you see me like this.”

“Its barely five pm. What on earth did you eat to get so big?”

“Hmm hic hilp, well, there was: eighty burgers, fifty pizzas, one hundred and twenty hotdogs, hic hilp a tub of macaroni, mashed potatoes and rice. A valley of chicken wings, an aquarium’s worth of fish, a pastures worth of beef, a farms worth of--.”

“Stop, stop please.”

“Well hic hilp, you asked. I’m a big girl mother. With an hic hilp emphasis on hic big.”

“Well, I understand you got big before, but at least you could still fit inside the house. Now look at you. You’ll barely get a leg through the front door. They’re at least three times bigger than me.”

“Hic hilp you’re right mother. Guess that’s why I have to live outside from now on. This house is no longer fit to hold my towering visage. This deal I made with a restaurant hic hilp will go a long way. And that’s only one hic hilp restaurant out of the numerous ones in this city. My life is only going up from here mother. I hope you’re hic hilp ready.”

Georgette didn’t want to think about what she possibly meant, but if her daughter could grow three times in size after a single outing in one day, she could only imagine the horror she’d bring up on herself in the coming months. It still amazed her to know she was one of the four perfect pups she spawned. So brazen when it came to complete self acceptance. Viewing her from behind, she watched her wiggling her overbearing hips in a somewhat provocative manner. She tried at least, as its wobbling flesh countered most of its movement with its own rippling.

Her whale like body teetered from left to right, looking as if it would collapse at a moments notice. Squeezing through the fence leading to the back yard, she got her forelegs through before straining the boards with her belly and ultimately pulling a chunk of the fence down with her rump; leaving broken planks in her sloshing wake.

Nervously gulping, Georgette imagined her daughter blowing the roof off her home as she fattened up large enough to wear her house as a set of clothes. She held her purse up to her chest, curling the handle as she frowned. Deeply she sighed in disappointment, but knew what had to be done. “She’ll need something to protect her in the rain. And to shade her from the sun. And...just about everything needed in daily living…”