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A Cheetah’s Chub Corruption (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-04-22 23:04:38 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: 1st Person Cheetah Woman Slobification (WG, Burping and Farting)
As a star athlete cheetah woman, I thought that the start of my college career would be the beginning of a life devoted to showing off my fit body. However, a fateful run in with fast food led me down a path that altered me into a gluttonous, gassy, blob that was forced to look elsewhere for employment at the cost of my dignity.
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Under the dwindling light of the afternoon sun, I was participating in my favorite activity. A pair of red running shoes and matching gym shorts served to keep my yellow furred, spotted legs moving, while simultaneously showing off my lanky tail. The premise of letting people take a gander at my impressive build is also what led to me wearing a loose, black tank top around my trim form. Even if no one said anything directly, my rounded ear flickered at each whisper of adoration or envy people muttered as I passed. Over the course of only a month at university, this routine had become an essential part of my school life.
My afternoon jogging sessions were on top of the other daily training exercises I partook in to maintain my impressive body. It was because of my skills as a runner that I was able to get a full ride scholarship through college. Food, board, and supplies were plentiful as long as I kept up the pace with my showings at competitions. This should have been enough of a motivator, but deep inside, my extracurricular activities were merely a means to further bask in people being jealous of my figure.
It was while reveling in the distant sound of sorority girls gawking at my body that my ears picked up a rumbling sound from my belly. Coming to a stop, I had to think over the small meals I had eaten throughout the day. My list was a pathetic one, consisting of only a protein shake and three energy bars that had been spread throughout the day. In the past, I had forced myself through this feeling to keep going, but all that ended up accomplishing was me passing out.
Slowing to a crawl, I looked around to find a place to eat. Over the course of my run, I had managed to make my way into the small town located adjacent to the university. There were a variety of shops and restaurants available, but I could feel my body ticking down to a total collapse. Worried that my time was short, I made the rash decision to rush into the first place that I ran into.
The moment I stepped inside of the eatery, my whiskers tingled at the smell of greasy meat drifting into my nostrils. The aroma momentarily blinded me to the binding shades of red plastered on the signage and chairs spread throughout the dining area. Making my way towards the empty order line, I peeked my head up to read over a menu containing a plethora of different options that tried to make up for their lack in nutrition with an allegedly delicious taste. Above this offering of greasy indulgence was a sign with the name Glutton Burger emblazoned in obnoxious, yellow letters.
“Excuse me, miss?”
Tilting my head down, I met the gaze of a gazelle man. He had the standard appearance of tan fur contrasting against the white that lined the underside of his chin and went down his chest. Momentarily glancing at the set of black horns that had been filed down to nubs, I spotted the name Taye on the nametag attached to his red, collared shirt.
“Miss,” he repeated, “I don’t mean to be rude, but are you here to order something?”
“Just looking around right now,” I replied, glancing between his expectant gaze and the menu. “This isn’t really my kind of place.”
My words became hollow as a deep growl sounded out from my stomach. Though I tried to quiet the hunger pangs by pressing against my mid-section, the leftover weariness of my run made it drown out my attempts. Chewing on my lips as the embarrassing noises continued to emanate from my empty stomach, I begrudgingly turned back towards Taye.
“I’ll take…the number one combo I guess,” I relented in ordering.
“Right away,” he replied, quickly typing in the order. “Can I get your name?”
On reaction, I smiled to show off my fangs in a confident smile. “Kya,” I said, taking my place at one of the booths. “Make sure to memorize it, because I’m going to hit it big one day.”
“Right away, Ms. Kya,” he replied, the courteous response sending an unusual, ominous shudder down my spine.
Just as I felt like my body was about to give out from hunger, that’s when Taye placed a tray in front of me. Glutton Burger’s standard meal at the time was a medium soda, a small bag of fries, and a burger with a collection of cheese and other condiments. Picking up the sandwich, I winced at the droplets of grease that leaked out of the meat. Promising myself that I would be able to work off a small indulgence like this, I opened my mouth and took a bite.
The flavor that danced across my tongue was more than enough to override my health concerns. One bite turned into many more as I gobbled down the burger. In-between mouthfuls of the greased up meat, I would cleanse my pallet with handfuls of fries. Washing it all down with generous gulps from the soda, I failed to notice just how fast I was eating.
Clarity came to me in the wake of a belch parting my lips. Grabbing for a napkin to clean my face, I looked down at the tray to see only empty wrappers and a single crumb left behind. Glancing over to the left, I managed to see that Taye was eagerly watching the results of my meal.
“I see that you enjoyed your food,” he said, picking up the tray. “Can I interest you in a milkshake?”
“No, I really need to get going,” I replied, getting up from my seat. Trying to hide the slight bulge to my mid-section I made my way out of the restaurant. “Thank you though.”
“No, thank you for being one of my first customers,” he said with a wave. “Hopefully the first of many.”
“Best of luck to you,” I said, at the time saying it out of courtesy rather than anything else. The comment was an excuse to end the interaction as fast as possible so I could get back to my stroll. I was hoping that the run back to my dorm room would be enough to both work off the excess calories and ease the leftover indigestion in my gut.
