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Collin the Fat Poodle Ch 1
🕑 Added 2022-10-16 00:47:05 +0000 UTCIt was an early Saturday morning in the city of Furtana, sunny with very little clouds. The cool breeze of Fall rustled through the trees lining the sidewalks of the residential districts. Light barely pierced through the curtains covering the balcony of Collin’s apartment; orbs of dust hovered within its angelic glow, fluttering like little insects. The poodle snored with the intensity of a slumbering dragon, hugging a pillow under his chin, his drool forming a circular puddle on the velvet pillowcase.
His internal clock was oblivious to the pleasantness of the morning, too entranced by an unbelievably good dream. He was tiny in height, about the size of a water bottle, but still possessed his hefty physique. The carnival was massive by comparison, and abandoned, with only him as the sole occupant. Piles of leftover food could be found at every corner, and though some were thrown along the floor or half eaten, he didn’t seem to mind. With reckless greed he stuffed his fat face, laughing and groaning as his belly ballooned well beyond his capacity to lift it off the ground. His final meal involved him landing atop a giant banana, launching it into the air straight from its peel, and feeling the entire fruit travel down his gullet. Its enormity catapulted his gut wider than he’d ever thought possible, transforming him into a veritable blob of a canine, too flustered to comprehend the sheer scope of his gluttony. Then suddenly…his eyes opened.
Heaving a heavy sigh, he threw the thin red bedsheet off his body and proceeded to roll out of bed. The poodle was abundantly large, grunting as he strained against his globular-behemoth of a belly just to sit upright. It hung off the edge of the bed, spilling between his burly haunches with only a few inches away from touching the carpeted floor. Planting his footpaws down, he leaned forward, pushed against his thighs and stood up, stomping his way toward the bathroom.
Each day, Collin would begin his morning routine with a lukewarm shower; the glass surroundings had been adjusted multiple times to fit his considerable size. After a rinse around, he’d lather the silver colored floof on his wrists, ears, neck and headfur with two different types of shampoo and conditioners, digging his chubby digits through each curl to rid himself of any matted fur. Other than his barrel of a belly, he valued the pristine comfiness of his neck floof just as much. Its plush softness was the only other object of his obsession that rivaled his gut for how often he laid his own paws on it.
After the shower, he dried himself off with a towel. The length of it was so large, any normal sized fur could prop it up and use it as a tent. He’d then plant himself in front of his wide bathroom mirror, blow drying and combing his floof over the course of an hour until each curl was fluffed to perfection. He took pride in his pampering, with all the meticulous artistry of a chic sheep salon, which he had visited on occasion for days he was too overstuffed to pamper himself. Once he was satisfied, he’d brush, floss and rinse with mouthwash before staring at his reflection with covetous brown eyes.
He turned like the centerpiece of a music box, inspecting each curve and fold of his mouth watering corpulence. The pads of his paws caressed the ample amounts of black outer fur that made up his lovehandles, hips, and arms. Huffing a sigh, he lifted his large gray furred belly, watching his reflection with pleasure as he bounced it around. Some of the previous night’s snack binge still remained, blorping about as its mighty heft wobbled in his embrace. The poodle chuckled with the utmost mirth. Biting his lip, he dropped his gut back on his chunky thighs with a loud plop, giving it one final series of heavy smacks.
“Holy huff, you are one gorgeous pooch.” Collin tossed his head fur back, blew himself a kiss, and waddled out the door.
Heading into the kitchen, the morning coffee was still warm an hour after it had been prepared. A half eaten box of a dozen donuts remained from yesterday's breakfast, with the first box thrown in a waste bin under the kitchen sink. Collin poured himself a cup with cream, sugar, and two marshmallows, having it with his donuts on his round dining table. Complete with a flower vase, his wallet, keys, phone and laptop also shared space on the table surface.
As the coffee woke him up, Collin opened his laptop, looking over his email and the inbox of his online blog. It was a humble little thing he had created not too long ago, detailing the proud life of being such a large-gluttonous fur. Though the follower count was still in the double digits, it brightened his morning to see one or two comments from furs inspired to start their own gluttonous journeys, as well as larger furs around his size chiming in with their own testimonials.
Stuffing a whole donut into his maw, he typed out a quick entry for the day:
“Next weekend is the, ‘Furtana Days, Chicken Wing Festival,’ so all of you be sure to come down to the park at Cherry and Apple avenue for food and fun. I will be attending with my friend Daniel, who intends to win first in several of the eating contests present throughout the day. I’ll probably have to roll that hungry horse back to my place when he’s done. Give your belly the love and treatment it deserves. I look forward to seeing you all there.”
He licked his lips as he closed his laptop. For the life of him he didn’t know how artificial plant based protein tasted so good, but he was both grateful and eager to gobble up all that he could by the bucketfuls.
Finishing his coffee and donuts, Collin stood up from the table. “Now for the real breakfast.”
The poodle rubbed his paws as he approached the top cabinet of his kitchen. Morning, noon and night, no snack warmed his heart more than a box of chocolate chip cookies with a tall glass of whole milk. Stretching back to his childhood, there was always something comforting in gulping down a wad of cookies moistened to an oatmeal-like mush; a boulder sized mound of shortbread and chocolate sitting in the pit of his stomach. The experience became further euphoric in adulthood once he was able to wolf down as many cookies as he liked without his mother and sister to nag him, finishing entire one pound bags and boxes in a single day.
“Come to papa,” Collin grinned before throwing the cabinet open, his face struck with bewilderment when he found it empty.
He stood on the tips of his footpaws to get a better look, belly squishing against the counter and brushing against his toaster and blender. His paw rummaged around the cabinet corners, scrounging for even the slightest trace of a crumb. The cabinet was completely barren.
“Come on, seriously,” Collin whined, slipping out the wastebin from under his sink and finding a plethora of empty cookie boxes and bags. “I really went on that much of a binge last night?”
The events of the previous night were somewhat of a blur. Scratching the back of his head, memories of hanging out with his wolf friend Brittany began circling back. They spent the day having all you can eat spaghetti and chicken at a local restaurant, afterwards they took the bus down to the market closest to his apartment to buy all the snacks they could carry. Looking to his living room, the couch, carpet and coffee table were still riddled with bits and pieces of chips and popcorn as they watched a movie together. Brittany handled the day’s gluttony like a professional eater, but the binge left Collin in such a drunken stupor, even after Brittany left, he couldn’t resist stuffing his face with his favorite snack; it was a miracle the donuts had somehow survived till the next day.
Opening the fridge, he dragged his paw down his face in frustration. “No milk either? Great.”
Cookies for breakfast had always been a favorite staple to start his day. Though pancakes, waffles, and buttered toast served with orange juice was still an option, the nagging sensation of not having cookies supplanted his need for breakfast. The market wasn’t too far anyhow, only ten minutes by paw-fifteen minutes by the rate he waddled. Thankfully he enjoyed a nice walk, even at his size.
Collin swiped his keys, phone, and wallet from the kitchen table, tucking them all deep in his neck floof. Locking the door to his apartment, he took the starwell down to the first floor, walked down a narrow corridor and exited the complex. The avenue regularly provided a tranquil walk, whether he was heading to or from a feast. The trees provided adequate shade from the sun during the day, while the street lamps produced a lantern-like orange glow during the night. The sidewalk was wide enough to accommodate furs of his side walking in both directions; rare was the sight when a fur was so fat they took up the entire lane, which Collin had seen once before.
The street was separated into two lanes with minimal traffic. The smaller cars were driven by furs of average weight or slightly chubby, while the more heavy set drove the vans, trucks and S.U.Vs. It wasn’t too common for furs of Collin’s weight to drive their own vehicles. Oftentimes they’d barely fit to begin with, then after a few hours at a restaurant or friends home, they’d be too large to even squeeze through the door. Fortunately, Furtana had an excellent public transit system, with buses so spacious, it was common to find multiple fat furs taking up entire rows of seats with their massive bellies after a night's gorging. The six wheeled guardian angel was a lifesaver to many a fur looking for an easy ride home, which Collin and Brittany were certainly grateful of last night.
Reaching the end of the last block, Collin passed the crosswalk and into the shopping plaza. It was a small collection of buildings built side by side in an upside down, “L,” shape, with the grocery market being the largest building at the end. The parking lot made up the center space, with two fast food restaurants on the outside corners. Collin ignored them however, keeping his gaze to the asphalt, focusing on his task.
He didn’t bother grabbing a cart at the front entrance, planning to be in and out before any other foods caught his attention. He walked down toward the snack aisles, minding his wide hips and waist from brushing against other furs who walked much too close to him. His stomach grumbled as he entered the aisle, the shelves were separated enough for two furs his size to pass through side by side. Smacking his lips, the poodle was met with disappointment yet again, staring at an entire shelf completely empty from front to back.
“No,” Collin pleadingly clutched the shelf head height of him, robbed and dejected. “Dang it Brittany, why’d we have to raid this store in particular?”
The poodle looked high and low, groaning as he fought against his belly to look down at the bottom most shelf. Like the cabinet at his apartment, not a single trace of chocolate chip cookies was to be found. All that was available to the left and right of the shelves were almond, shortbread, and sugar cookies, with not a single trace of chocolate to be found.
Collin snorted from his nostrils, like an ornery bull. “No point grabbing the milk now.” He placed a paw to his belly, soothingly rubbing it as it ferociously grumbled. “I know, I know, it’s alright. I’ll find us some, don’t worry.”
Giving his gut a comforting pat, the poodle turned around, grabbing bags of miniature donuts and boxes of snack cakes a few shelves down. If he was to travel farther across the city to the next market, he would do it with plenty of snacks on paw to pass the time. He grabbed what he could hold in both arms, made his purchase, and stored everything neatly in two sturdy plastic bags, wrapping them around his shoulders.
One of the blessings of having such a bountiful waistline was having love handles so large, they comfortably helped to prop up his bags of sweets. Stuffing his face proved an excellent pass time on the way to his destination, and also managed to quell the outroar of his noisy stomach. He grinned at some furs who stared back at him as they walked by or sat in their vehicles, curiously seeing such a large canine casually waddling by, wolfing down snacks with no regard for public decency. The poodle even received a few cheers from larger furs who saw him shoving a wad of cupcakes into his maw; he nearly choked as he tried to laugh while swallowing.
Despite being a massive fur, Collin very much enjoyed walking. There was an art to keeping your incredibly distended stomach but a few inches off the ground, and the poodle had all but mastered it at an early age. Somewhere underneath his hefty haunches, his footpaws diligently kept him well balanced, like a circus performer on a tightrope. When he was lucid, he was in control. But after a hedonistic and intoxicating gorge, he couldn’t help but teeter on his paws, falling any which way his stomach took him. Even when he was so stuffed that his belly spilled across the floor, the pleasure of lugging so much sloshing weight made the journey back to his apartment a euphoric experience of its own.
It was so easy for Collin’s mind to drift into thoughts of gluttony and high living. Simply daydreaming about having a sloshing gut to nudge around, dragging across the floor, caused him to drool from the corners of his mouth. As he ate his snack cakes, his mind wandered to the birthday party of his doe friend, Velvet. In the courtyard behind her mansion, she had her personal bakers prepare so many confections, he could barely eat through a quarter of them before lying on his back. Velvet however lived to gorge herself towards blobdom, forcibly stuffing her face until she passed out in a food induced coma.
“Mmmff, what a doe,” Collin cooed, longfully looking at a donut before eating it.
Time seemed to fly by as the poodle remained fixated on his snacks. At one point he had almost forgotten where he was headed, aimlessly wandering the city streets while stuffing his face in public. He threw away his bags in a passing waste bin, clutching his burbling stomach now sufficiently jam packed with sweets. He chuckled as some furs watched him bounce it in his arms, giving it a few playful smacks before continuing onward.
“*Orp*, not a bad breakfast. *Mmff*, that actually filled me up more than I thought it would.”
Squishing his paws against his belly as he walked, the poodle suddenly stopped in his tracks in front of his favorite ice cream parlor. At the side of the building, a cow struggled to unload supplies off the back of a van. She wiped sweat from her brow and arched her back, not taking notice of Collin as he walked up to her.
“Need some help, Annabelle,” said Collin to the cow.
“Oh, Collin, sweetheart, I didn’t expect to see you today.”
“I just happened to be passing through. Where’s Sally and Maybelle?”
“They left to some conference, something about new ideas to improve the business. So I’m left alone to unload all our new stock. Sisters, they can drive you crazy sometime, you know?”
“I sure do,” Collin smirked, “here, let me give you a paw.”
“Oh, thanks dear. You’re so sweet.”
Working together, both cow and poodle unloaded the ice cream shipment into the building’s cold storage. Unlike a few other food related businesses that grew reluctant whenever Collin or some other gluttonous regular would enter the building, Annabelle and her sisters were always happy to have them as patrons. The parlor was often one of his favorite places to visit during the weekends, enjoying dozens of milkshakes until his stomach became a tub of sloshing ice cream. The cows were more than happy to serve him, spontaneously revealing secret specials and deals for him to take advantage of right as he was about to leave. Due to their kind treatment of him, the poodle was more than happy to help Annabelle, regardless of how cumbersome heaving around heavy boxes of ice cream with an engorged stomach felt.
After everything was properly stored and the van laid empty, Collin stood by the door to catch his breath. “That looks…like everything,” the poodle panted, his tongue bobbing up and down as he breathed. “Guess I’ll…get going. See you soon, Annabelle.”
“Collin, wait,” she put a hoof on his shoulder, gesturing him to turn around. “You’re not going to leave without letting me reward you, are you?”
Suddenly, a twinge of intrigue shot through Collin’s brain like a bullet, that both pleased and worried him. “Oh, no, it’s fine, really. I was more than happy to help.”
“Come now, I insist. It’s the least I can do to show my appreciation.”
The cow pulled up a wide rectangular stool, easing Collin to take a seat. He kept his gaze fixed on the door, anxiously wishing he could leave. But his body seemed to move on its own, following her lead like a puppeteer marionette.
“With this new shipment that came in, we have to do something about all this spare heavy cream. Normally my sisters would take it home to make cheese, then sell it on the open market. But seeing as they aren’t here, I’m not going to take all of it home by myself. They’d understand honestly.”
Looking down to his side, Collin gulped at the sight of four large tubs sloshing about as Annabelle pushed them closer. Normally, the fat poodle would blush at the chance of chugging down gallon upon gallon of heavy cream while being encouraged to do so. However in this case, he still had to walk across town to the next market. Hauling around a belly full of heavy cream along with the mound of sweets he had previously ingested, would be an uphill climb even he was reluctant about.
“Drink up, dear,” the cow, tied a bib over his neck floof, her hooved digits patting the poodle’s belly.
The voice in his head spoke no, but his body bent over and reached for the first tub. A spell immediately washed over him as he opened the lid and looked down at the tub’s thick-creamy white contents. His stomach audibly grumbled, causing him to quiver with delight. Slowly bringing the tub up to his lips, he began tipping backward.
The heavy cream felt cool streaming down his throat, its thick texture reminiscent of the milkshakes it was used to create. He could feel each gulp beginning to weigh down his belly, sagging it farther between his haunches and enveloping them. The sweets softened as it mixed with the rich liquid, fusing into a bubbling swamp of fat and sugar. A series of blorping and glorping erupted from his gut, relaying its satisfaction at having more to feed it. Its inner activity caused Collin to murmur with delight, wryly smiling as he greedily drank.
It was near impossible for the poodle to resist becoming awash with euphoria; chugging down copious amounts of milk was one of his innermost fantasies. He once more surrendered to the mercy of his gluttony, gulping down larger portions to the point of wincing. After finishing a tub, he did not hesitate to grab the next, groaning as he struggled to lean over his churning gut. Cream stained the corners of his mouth and cheeks, with some spilling onto his bib each time he tried swallowing more liquid than he could physically hold in his mouth.
Anabelle placed a hoof to her mouth, stifling her giggles. She eyed the poodle with meticulous pleasure, watching his waistline swell by the minute and belly pour onto the cold concrete floor. The glorping of his belly and his muffled moans were like music to her ears. The symphony of sloshing and performance of watching enormous furs barely able to waddle out of her shop, brought her and her sisters a satisfaction more than money could buy. The private show the poodle put on was well worth the price of some leftover product.
Lifting the final tub over his head, Collin made sure to drink every last drop before setting it down. He let out a gaseous belch, followed by a labored groan as he leaned forward in his seat. The weight of his stomach felt like he had eaten a bull, its girth forcing him to part his haunches further just to give it space. The rest of his body also felt heavier and rounder, particularly his arms and cheeks, which rubbed against more of his flesh than he was used to. He opened his mouth to speak, but every attempt only resulted in another husky belch, followed by a moan.
“Such a good pooch,” Annabelle rubbed and patted Collin’s belly, “I knew you wouldn’t waste a single drop. It’s a shame Sally and Maybelle weren’t here, they would have loved to see this.”
Collin groaned as he used all the strength in his haunches to stand up, his back arched forward, arms sprawled over his gut. Slowly standing upright, he took a wider stance for better balance; his body dozily swayed with so much heavy cream sloshing to and fro. His belly now reached the floor, but wasn’t so overbearingly large that he was forced to budge it forward an inch at a time. Still, he was larger than he had wanted to be for the time being. Yet he could still appreciate the tantalizing sense of heft and size that came with his impromptu feast.
“*Uuugh*, I think I, *hooourp*, overdid it a little, *hic*.” Collin clutched the sides of his belly, lifting all that he could off the ground and turning toward the door. “Oof, I feel so, *urp*, huge…”
The cow grinned at her handiwork, watching the top of his belly pour over his arms like a muffin folding over its wrapper. “If you think you feel huge now, we can certainly improve on it if you’d like?”
“*Hic,* n-no thank you, I’m okay, *bworp*, really. Thanks aga-*ooouurrp*, Anabelle. *Huff*, I got to go now, *hic*, *ooog*.”
“Bye, Collin. You be sure to come back real soon, you hear?”
Anabelle waved him off; the last she saw of the poodle was watching him wiggle his belly and wide hips through the doorway before turning the corner back to the sidewalk. Collin glacially waddled down the road, taking wide strides to maneuver his wider body. His arms continued to hold up as much of his belly as he could, much of it still pulling along the ground and squishing between his thighs. The cream and sweets sloshed around with each step; his undulating belly brushed against his chest.
With clarity setting in after his feast, walking to the next market with such a full gut felt precisely as Collin feared. As his arms grew more tired, he encountered more resistance from his dragging gut. Multiple times he was forced to stop and catch his breath, wryly smiling at passers by who happened to notice him belching and hiccuping uncontrollably. During his rests he would massage his gut with a paw, hoping it would aid in the digestion and make waddling around easier; that and the guilty pleasure of feeling his gorge bubbling and churning underneath his paws made his spine quiver with glee.
It was difficult not to appreciate the results of a hearty gorge, even in public. The poodle’s plump cheeks would flush red as he waddled past furs, trying to muffle his pleasurable moans as his gorge squelched and churned. He would hiccup and belch mid apology as his waist and hips bumped against others, while the right side of his body brushed against traffic meters and vehicles parked along the sidewalk. At one point he even walked past a fur larger than him, squishing their waists together in what felt like an awkwardly long time. His tiresome trek for cookies had become much more flustering than he ever thought to experience so early in the day, coming a few feasts short of the weekend binges he’d have such as the one last night with Brittany.
Finding an empty bench under the shade of a tree, Collin decided to take another breather. The wood and steel creaked under his immense weight as he heaved a labored sigh, happy to allow his haunches and footpaws a chance to relax. He leaned back, arms outstretched and resting on top of the bench, his legs sprawled sideways, footpaws swaying left and right by their heels. The bottom of his belly sat on the floor while a peculiar series of gurgles emanated from its core, which Collin knew to signify lunchtime.
Like a trained beast, the poodle’s stomach reminded him of its proper feedings like clockwork, whether he was starving or on the brink of bursting. He looked across the street for a place to grab a quick bite, lest he deal with his stomach’s incessant whining and grumbling. Fortunately, his journey was nearing its end. Across the street was a bar and grill he’d frequent on occasion, and just on the other side of the road…the market—at long last.
“Finally,” sighed the poodle, stretching his limbs. “Think I’ve worked out enough for one week. After I get all that I need, I’m lazing around for the entire day tomorrow.”
Taking a breath of fresh air, his nose picked the decadent aromas from the bar and grill. During the weekends, always around lunch, they would serve their slider and appetizer specials. He could feel the seasoned aromas of the beef caressing his muzzle. The fries, chips, potato wedges and mozzarella sticks caused his tongue to slip from his mouth. His eyes shut in pure bliss, while his stomach growled with fervent interest. Rubbing his belly, he patted it with both paws before leaning forward to stand up.
“A couple sliders and sides, grab my cookies, then take the bus back home. Perfect end to the afternoon.”
Collin’s stomach blorped in agreement. Crossing the street, he anxiously waddled to the front entrance. The doorway was more than wide enough to accommodate its larger clientele, especially after taking full advantage of the restaurant’s specials. Round tables were moderately spread around the dinning floor, giving furs plenty of space to sit without disturbing other patrons. A number of fat furs had already arrived right as the lunch hour began, ready to do nothing but eat over the course of the next few hours, perhaps watch a game or two on the various television screens mounted at each corner of the room. Collin sat on one of the wide empty stools in front of the bar; the bar counter was raised high enough for his belly to comfortably spill underneath it, and separated enough from the seat to allow furs to comfortably glut themselves without pushing against the counter too much. The restaurant owner knew exactly who they’d be catering to in Furtana, and made some necessary accommodations for larger furs to dine comfortably, apart from hauling themselves out with their own two paws once they grew too fat for their footpaws to reach the ground.
A chubby gray furred fox approached the poodle, handing him a mug filled with fizzy cola. “Hey, Collin. You here for the special?”
“You know it, Todd. By the look of the furs in this place, guess it won’t be too long before you close early again, huh?”
“We actually might stay open a little longer. I ordered twice the amount of supplies for today and hired more help. Fifteen minutes into lunch and we’re cranking out food like an assembly line.”
“Oh, really,” Collin grinned, “well in that case, double my order.”
“Sure thing,” the fox wrote down the order. “Want extra cheese and mayo on those sliders?”
“Always.”
The fox nodded before walking over to the kitchen window. Collin took a sip of his drink, watching the current football game on the widescreen hanging over the bar while he waited. After several minutes, the fox returned carrying two trays, setting them down in front of the poodle. Collin smacked his lips at the pyramid of ten sliders on each tray, along with two baskets of fries, chips and onion rings with a side of ranch dressing and special sauce. He took a table napkin and tucked it over his neck floof, rubbing his paws with excitement.
“How delicious. This should make up for all the walking I did today.” Stuffing two sliders into his maw at once, his eyes fluttered as its juicy flavors, gooey cheeses and condiments lavished his taste buds. “Mmmff, amazing. Just what I needed.”
Feeling his belly burble at the entry of a new meal, he gave it a loving pat. “Two orders ought to be enough, since I’ll be binging on snacks later anyway. *Hic*, goodness. Hehe, I’ll try not to overdo it like last time.” He gave his gut a shake before returning to his feast, happily stuffing his face with tiny burgers and pawfuls of appetizers, joining the merry gluttony of the other fat patrons behind him.
* * * * *
The cityscape cast long shadows as the sun lingered over the western mountains, a little over an hour before finally setting. The bar and grill stayed open longer than usual during its busy weekends, three hours after being unable to take more guests past 3 p.m. Many furs and their friends gradually left over time, leaning onto each other for balance, joyous in how unbelievably full they had become. Collin was one of the last furs to leave the establishment, waving goodbye to Todd and the three other heavyset furs who stayed till the last minute. As he moaned and grunted trying to fit his belly through the front doors, he sloppily grinned in drunken satisfaction, knowing full well he had overdone his gorging again.
The poodle had become more belly than canine, his fat face and large neck roll burying some of his neck floof. The black portion of his outer fur stretched like a tight shirt, dominated by the superior wideness of his gray belly. It spilled several feet onto the ground, squishing against his chunky haunches and folding over his footpaws. The massive gray orb nearly reached up to his chest, barely folding over as he leaned his weight onto it like laying on a mattress.
Overglutted and overgorged, Collin still remained in the haze of his drunken stupor. He sloppily grinned, enamored by the vociferous sloshing and glorping his enormous belly produced. Feebly he would try lifting up his belly to help him budge forward, squishing his fat up to his plump face each step he took. His paws did more kneading than actual lifting, feeling his digits press deeply into a mass of fur coated blubber, a maelstrom of burgers, sides, cream and sweets shifting under his touch. His tiny tail could barely be seen wagging over his wide rump and cascading back fat. Belching, hiccuping and moaning from exertion, the poodle was just another picturesque image of a happy fat fur living in Furtana.
“Cookies, *hic-hilp*,” Collin groaned, inching toward the crosswalk. “Must, *ooorp*, get, *hic-hilp*, cookies…”
Despite still smelling delectable gluttony coming from opposite directions of the street, Collin’s fixation remained on his darling snacks. Even as he struggled against a belly fit to burst, his tongue drooled at the thought of collapsing with his back on his bed, stuffing himself with bag after bag of chocolate chip cookies until he eventually passed out. His addled mind was engrossed by the euphoric image of his mountainous belly looming over him, thighs sprawled and hanging over the edges of his bed. A perfect end to an oddly gluttonous day.
Making it to the market, a group of furs were kind enough to help pull him through the front doorway. The bashful pooch chuckled with pleasant embarrassment, causing all manner of ruckus with his sloshing belly and hiccups and gaining the awkward attention of everyone who shopped around him, even from the fatter furs. He noticed one particular sheep staring at him as he cleared an entire row of chocolate chip cookies, using his belly as a table as he scooped up everything on the next shelf under. Flustered, he toothily smiled and patted the side of his gut, shrugging his shoulders before muffling a hiccup. The sheep shook her head before walking away with her cart, leaving the poodle to bubbly giggle as he scooped up a third row of cookies.
The clerks urged Collin to wait by the electronic doors as they scanned his items, hoping to avoid him getting stuck between checkout lanes. He dozily watched as they filled bag after bag with his cookies, leaning his head and elbows onto his gut. Once they finished, he left with twenty large bags filled to the brim, wrapping some around his arms and holding onto the rest with his belly to help him. Jutting his stomach outward inch by inch, he huffed along to the bus stop, where not too long after he boarded and sat near the center.
Collin sighed with contentment, happy his journey was finally reaching its end. He looked toward the back of the bus, intrigued to see he wasn’t the only fur who had just gorged himself earlier. Two furs sat on opposite ends of each other, one reading a newspaper and the other on their phone. Their swollen bellies pressed against each other, one overtaking the other depending on which direction the bus driver turned. They didn’t seem to mind, however the newspaper reader looked to guiltily enjoy it, feeling both their stomachs slosh together like some corpulent waltz. When he noticed the poodle looking at his flushed face, he raised his newspaper, hiding behind an article of a fashion show for large furs coming to town soon.
Hiccuping, he blithely murmured as his body wobbled, softly churning with the slightest indent or piece of gravel in the road that caused the bus to shake. With a free paw he began caressing his swollen stomach once more, languidly lulled by how peaceful the drive was. He knew he couldn’t sleep just yet, not before he reached his stop. The gluttonous trance that had gripped him earlier had now wanned; gorging on cookies till he passed out in a food induced coma now sounded less pleasant than flopping onto his couch and knocking out then and there.
He gave his gut a loving squeeze, feeling it glorp underneath his digits. Once his gorge had digested, he’d have plenty of room for his cookies the following day. Ordering pizza also sounded like an appetizing idea, along with a marathon of horror movies, it’d be a cozy Sunday before starting his new job the next day. Looking into one of his bags, he smiled at his treasure trove of sweets. As he mulled over the large breakfast he’d have in the morning, his eyes jolted open in sudden realization. He lightly banged the back of his head against the bus window, groaning in frustration and defeatedly melting into his seat.
“Ooooooh, *hic-hilp*, darn it. I forgot the miiiiilk…”
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CollinthePoodle
Thanks :3. It should have gotten bigger honestly if I had more time x3. Oh well, more room for growth in potential sequels. 💖
Ravenous Fox
Damn now I cant stop thinking about how beautifully gigantic that belly got. Great story Collin!
JetSeattleRaccoon
Really great job! Wow!
CollinthePoodle
Story was suggested by Egg. Thank you so very much :3.
