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Collin the Fat Poodle Ch 2
🕑 Added 2023-06-20 03:19:27 +0000 UTCThe apartment was enwreathed in shadow; only the humble luminescence of nightlights plugged into the hall and living room outlets provided any comfort. The tapping of plastic keys on a keyboard could faintly be heard, along with the soft rhythmic beating of muffled music. Collin sat at his kitchen table, eyes half shut with the glow of his laptop screen revealing his face in the darkness. Taking a heavy lion-like yawn, he sat upright from his hunched position, finishing the last few appendices of his writing project.
“Finally,” the poodle wrapped his paws around the back of his head, puffing out his chest as he stretched his back. “No more…fitness books…for a while.”
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back in his heavy duty chair. Another month of research, writing, and made up testimonials all culminated into yet another weight loss book for a client; thankfully, as a ghost writer, his name would not be associated with such work. Though he often smirked and patted his hefty gut at the irony of writing such books, this particular one ran longer than any others he was hired to write. The long days and nights gradually took their toll. At last, he was grateful to finally be done with it.
Arms slumped to his side and footpaws sprawled across the floor, the poodle’s breathing and the soothing music from his laptop deeply relaxed him, putting him on the verge of sleep. Hearing the front door open, he opened the corner of his eye. “Goodness,” said a voice, “you some kind of vampire poodle? How about some light?”
Flipping a switch by the door, the kitchen lights illuminated most of the room. Collin squinted through the blinding light, making out the image of his fat weasel friend Jasper waddling in. The hulking brown and tanned furred mustelid was every bit as wide and thick with blubber as he was, belly barely hanging off the ground and swaying with each step. His heavy footsteps thumped their way into the living room, stopping in front of the poodle’s wide sofa before planting his rump down.
“You know you’re gunna hurt your eyes like that?”
Collin wryly smiled back at the weasel, not expecting his friend to have come over so soon. “I can’t help it. I do most of my work in the dark. It’s relaxing,” the poodle yawned again, “perhaps too relaxing.”
“Don’t yawn on me now, it’s barely 8 pm. You said I could come over and we’d do something. I didn’t think you meant taking a nap.”
“Sorry, it’s just this project I was doing for a client.” The poodle stood up from his seat and walked to the living room, sitting on a large couch adjacent to the weasel. “Very long…very boring to write.”
“What was it?”
Collin hesitated to answer. “Just some…fitness book.”
The weasel’s stomach wobbled as he laughed. “A fitness book, you?”
The poodle sneered. “It was for a client. It’s not like I get to tell them what I prefer writing about. They want a book written about something and I do it.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just hilarious picturing someone as fat as you instructing others on how to do pushups and situps. No wonder why you’re tired. You got so immersed in writing about running a mile you feel like you actually did it, hahaha.”
“You’re one to talk. You exercise more than I do. How many calories do you have to burn off after every eating competition just so you don’t outgrow your own house?”
“A fair bit, I still keep some of the heft though,” Jasper patted his gut. “I’m just saying it’s funny, is all. Thinking how you’re tired by just ‘writing’ about fitness.”
Collin stretched himself out, paws behind his head and footpaws sprawled out. “I’m tired because finishing that book was such a drag. I write a fat blog, and spent over a month writing about the opposite thing. I’m glad I finished it, but it was still really draining.”
“If it was so bad, why take the job to begin with?”
The poodle shrugged his shoulders. “The money was good. Got to keep the lights on and put food on the table, you know?”
Jasper smirked as Collin shut his eyes, his plump face nestling into his bed of silver neck floof. The poodle’s massive stomach expanded outward as he took a deep breath. Sighing through his nostrils, content snoring soon followed, filling the apartment. The weasel stood up from his seat and walked to the kitchen fridge. Taking out a few sandwich making materials and placing them on the counter, he fashioned together two tall sandwiches the length of his forearm. Both were stacked with ham and bologna, three types of cheeses, lettuce, tomato, onion and multiple slices of bread helping to hold them together.
Carrying both sandwiches on two separate plates, he walked back to the living room, setting Collin’s sandwich down on the coffee table in front of his couch. The poodle snorted awake, feeling Jasper pat the center of his gut. Sitting back down on the sofa, the weasel placed his plate on his belly, holding his sandwich with one paw under and the other paw at the top.
“You know what I think, bud? I think…that you…and I,” the weasel balanced the sandwich over his head, opened his maw, and proceeded to shove it down his gullet. Pushing it down from the top, he devoured it in seconds flat, gulping with a large satisfied grin. “*Mmm*, should go out someplace.”
Collin leaned forward, grabbing his own sandwich plate and resting it on his gut. “You think so? We can’t just hang out here, watch a movie or something?”
“We could, but you’ll just end up sleeping during the movie. If you’re gunna rest, you’re gunna have yourself a darn good rest, like hibernating through the winter kinda rest. And for that, we gotta go out, and I know just the place.”
“I don’t know. As much as I’d love some super huge binge right now, I currently don’t have the funds for it.”
“My friend, I got you covered, me and my winnings from my last competition. After how long you spent writing about slimming down and touching your toes, it’s time to fill that head and stomach of yours with some food and fat filled nonsense. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
The poodle rubbed his chin with a paw, staring at his sandwich. “That does sound fun. It’s not too late though? Like, will anything still be available at this time?”
“The night’s still young, and they got more than enough available tonight. They got bucketfuls of deep fried chicken, so juicy it's like taking a bite out of a ripe piece of fruit. They got pizza so cheesy and oozing with grease you could drink it in a cup. They serve pounds upon pounds of fries and wedges, you could fit a whole farm's worth in your stomach. A thin fur can glut themselves there for hours and will leave a total blimp. Trust me Collin, you’ll gorge yourself silly and will be struggling over your own belly trying to gorge some more.”
Easily susceptible to his friend’s delectable words, Collin’s imagination went wild from the picture Jasper painted. Pizza being one of his top five favorite foods, glutting down several pies was always an enjoyable pastime at any hour of the day. Drool dripped down the corners of his mouth; droplets of sweat trickled down his long ears. After all his visualization of furs working out and getting fit, it was candy for the mind to picture himself after a heavy pizza binge, fatter and wider, struggling against his own sloshing stomach just to budge forward.
“Okay.” Collin licked his lips, taking hold of his sandwich and stuffing it whole down his gullet, same as the weasel. “*Mmff*, I’ll go. You’re right, I’m long overdue for a good binge.”
“Atta pooch, let’s go. If we make it in time, we just might catch some of the fun.”
Standing up from the couch, Collin gave himself one final stretch and yawn to shake off some of his sleepiness. Gathering Jasper’s dinner plate, he put both plates in the kitchen sink before following the weasel out the door. He licked his chops clean of any remnant of sandwich, eager for the warm lip smacking taste of greasy cheese and pizza sauce to coat his taste buds. His stomach growled with anticipation. If this place was half as good as Jasper described it, he’d no doubt add several inches to his frame after weeks of fully digesting everything.
“Hey, Jasper,” said Collin, “you used up all of my sandwich ingredients, didn’t you?”
“Uh…yeah. But I’m buying you a feast, so that makes up for it, right?”
* * * * *
The Autumn night brought a slight chill, leaves tumbling in the wind along the Furtana streets. Still early in the night, businesses downtown saw furs coming and going through their doors. The streets were populated with vehicles, along with groups of furs crossing street lights on their way home or to a business. Delectable aromas of cooked meat continued to attract patrons along the streets, giving every fur something to enjoy this cool night.
Collin rode in Jasper’s spacious car toward the edge of the city, where some of the less modern restaurants still saw business. The parking lot was modest, situated around a single brick and mortar building that looked more like a small supermarket than a restaurant. They were lucky enough to find a spot inside the lot, while other vehicles were forced to park along the sidewalk. Exiting the vehicle, the poodle took a huge whiff of the surrounding air, murmuring with delight at the perfume of pepperoni and parmesan coming through the restaurant’s opened doors.
Pizza Alley was displayed in glowing red neon letters at the front of the restaurant. Crowds of furs fat and thin packed the inside, stirring a jovial commotion over some event happening. A rotund tabby greeted the two at the front door with multiple menus in paw.
“How many,” she asked.
“Two,” Jasper replied.
“This way please. Sorry for the crowd, we’re rather packed tonight.”
Following the tabby through the crowd of furs, Collin often found himself squishing against another fur around him before entering deeper into the building. The poodle was instantly intrigued by the interior. Dim lighting provided an ‘old timey’ aesthetic to the room; fake candles were placed at every table and fitted into dozens of chandeliers throughout the restaurant. Customers sat on sturdy wooden chairs at round wooden tables bolted to the floor by a center pole; the orange lighting reflected off the table’s sheen like fire across rippling water. A stage was at the center of the restaurant, with four tables and chairs spread across it while staff carried off stacks of empty pizza pans.
Collin took his seat and ordered his food, giddy at the smorgasbord that awaited him all from his friend’s generosity. “You sure you’re alright with this,” asked the poodle, “I’d hate to use up all your winnings.”
“Nah, it’s no problem,” said the weasel, “consider this a gift for all the times you had to put up with me. Like that time after that hot dog competition, where you brought me back to your place and I ended up passing out on your bed.”
“Yeah, and you broke my bed, and I had to sleep on the sofa.”
“Right, hehe. That was a good day. First time I ever felt like I was gunna blow up.”
Collin smirked, fondly remembering how utterly stuffed he also felt that day while helping Jasper stand on his own two paws. “You could be a complete whale during a competition.”
Jasper chuckled and pointed at Collin’s belly. “Takes one to know one lard barrel. We’ll see who’s the bigger whale by the end of the night.”
Enjoying a couple glasses of cola while waiting for their order, the pair chatted about past competitions Jasper had participated in. After around twenty minutes, multiple restaurant staff arrived carrying pans, foil trays and buckets of food. Collin gleefully salivated, panting with excitement and eyes bulging as appetizing steam from the food caressed his face. An extra large four meat stuffed crust pizza was all for him, along with four other types of pizza, a party sized tray of jalapeno and chili cheese fries, nachos, a bucket of barbeque chicken, and a large basket of chicken bakes. He rubbed his paws as his stomach bellowed with approval.
“Wow, you weren’t exaggerating. This looks so good.”
“Dig in my friend. Show that fitness client of yours how a fat fur lives it up.”
Picking up their pitchers of cola, the ferret and weasel clinked them together in a toast before chugging them down. Collin unrolled a bib provided by the servers, tucking it under his plump second chin and covering up his neck floof. He cut his four meat pizza into eight slices, stacking four slices one atop of another. Taking a large bite, his eyes fluttered as the oil from the gooey cheese gushed into his mouth. In his eagerness, the decadent heat of his meal grazed at his tongue and stinging his gullet as he swallowed. The pit of his stomach warmed with comfort, filling the poodle as if he were wrapped in a blanket.
Briefly blowing on his remaining pizza, Collin quickly ate it to avoid burning his tongue. He licked the grease from his digits before picking up the other four slices. Holding the slices in one paw, he grabbed a pawful of the chili cheese fries, stuffing the wad between his cheeks. He chewed the fries along with the pizza slices, savoring the tasty meats, chili, cheese, and spuds. The happy poodle massaged his cheeks with the food still inside, swallowing the melon-sized orb and sighing with bliss.
“Oh huff, Jasper,” said Collin, “this place is amazing. How’d you find it?”
The weasel craned his neck back, attempting to hork down more fries than his mouth could physically contain. He helped push it down with a paw, shutting his eyes as it slithered down his chunky neck. “*Bwooorp*, I came here once, *urp*, to qualify for the regional competition. This place sponsors a few of them. Look at that, there’s some furs going on the stage now.”
Collin turned to where Jasper pointed, gradually eating as he watched. Other furs closer to the stage clapped and cheered as four contestants walked up the steps. The chubby fox was the smallest of the three, followed by a fat otter, an equally fat wolf, and a humongous horse who required three chairs to sit on. Each contestant sat in front of their own table, waiting as restaurant staff brought over pans of extra large pizza stacked high like pancakes. The poodle was both in awe and tantalized to see pizza served in such a way. When the contestants were ready, the server would ring a bell, and the competition was underway.
Each contestant had their own way of polishing off their food. The fox ate one slice at a time, taking the largest bites he could fit between his plump cheeks. The otter ate similarly to Collin, fitting multiple slices into his mouth before taking a bite. The wolf grabbed at the entire pie and forcibly stuffed it in his maw, only biting once he could barely fit more bread between his teeth. The horse drew everyone’s attention, rolling up an entire pie and pushing it down his gullet like he was eating a sub sandwich. It barely made a dent through his robust neck, landing within his gut with a glorp.
Collin focused on the horse contestant with great intrigue. He reminded him of his friend Daniel, and the time they had at the Furtana wing festival a few weeks ago. Though his friend wasn’t a competitive eater, the horse was of prodigious girth like the one currently on stage. The poodle had quite the admiration for gluttonous horses. Something about how their spindly hooves were capable of carrying so much weight, along with how obscenely large they managed to get and their unrelenting appetite, fascinated and inspired him.
As the contestants on stage plowed through their food, Collin did the same with his own. Watching the horse eat inadvertently caused him to pick up his pace. He stuffed his face with four slices of pizza, and filled his cheeks with potato wedges and fries till he could no longer close his mouth. A sloppy grin creased across his face feeling the glob of food slither down his gullet, bulging his throat out like he was swallowing a soccer ball. He kept pace with both the wolf and otter on stage as if he too was competing. By the time the contestants were halfway done with their pizzas, Collin finished the last of his meal before restaurant staff came over with another round.
Jasper couldn’t help but notice the pace Collin was setting with the furs on stage and raised an eyebrow. “You know something? I think you ought to try out for one of those,” he gestured to the stage, “I think you’d do real well.”
Collin shook his head, preoccupied with stuffing his mouth with chicken bakes. “Oh, nah, *mmff*, I couldn’t. I mean, *ulp*, look at that, *hmmf*, hoss. He’s so, *hic*, huge. I’d never, *nrmf*, beat someone, *ulp*, like that.”
“Haha, I was as chubby as that fox when I first started out. Not only that, but I’ve beaten furs as big as that horse when I was no larger than you are now. It ain’t always the size that wins it in the end. It’s good for intimidation though, haha.”
“Still, *orp*, standing in front of all those furs, all those eyes looking at me? I don’t know, don’t think I got the stomach for it.”
Jasper looked at the poodle’s belly. “Oh you got the stomach for it, alright. You’ll be so busy stuffing your face, it’ll be like the crowd isn’t even there anyway. Plus, at the very least, you get all that food for the price of a measly entry fee.”
Collin placed both paws on his gurgling stomach. “That’s a good point,” the poodle licked his chops, “hmm…might have to…think about that one.”
While restaurant staff brought the contestants on stage another stack of pizzas, Collin and Jasper were on their fourth round of orders. The poodle delightedly huffed and belched, feeling his grand stomach growing more sated by the mouthful. Wolfing down bowls of cheesy macaroni mixed with bits of bacon and dessert trays of tasty cinnamon rolls, his fat face was aglow with hedonistic pleasure. Feeling his full gut compress as he leaned forward or heaving a content sigh after swallowing a heaping portion, the joys of being a gluttonous and heavy canine were once again introduced to him.
His bubbling stomach diligently worked to help him pack on more blubber. After gulping down a ball of lasagna the size of his head, he grunted with satisfaction, smacking the front of his massive belly with an open paw. He playfully wobbled it, grinning with food-filled cheeks at all the rich fat his greasy feast would add to his frame. His digits squished into his carpet of dark gray fur, feeling the food in his stomach squelch as he kneaded it. The sensation drove him to glut with further abandon, anxious to push himself till his stomach lugged itself across the floor.
At the fifth round of food, Collin held nothing back. No longer grabbing bread and cheese sticks by the pawfuls, the poodle simply tipped each bowl and tray toward his maw, swallowing all that he could. Jasper did the same, growing equally excited toward the feast as his friend. They filled their cheeks to the point of wincing just to swallow the food down, eating whole pizzas with the same rolling technique the horse used on stage. Burping and huffing just to grab more food, the speed at which they ate quickly reflected on their figures.
Their meaty waistlines bulged several inches wider, stretching the dark coats of their fur like they were growing out of them. Their hips took up more space on their wooden seats, further spilling their rumps over the edges. The space under the table overflowed with their engorged guts, filling in the gap between their husky thighs. Their arms and chest grew thicker, and their faces fuller, squishing against their layers of soft neck fat.
The horse had won the competition, and while he and the other contestants struggled to waddle off stage, Collin and Jasper continued their feast. They now sat on two chairs and moved further away from the table. Their bellies completely enveloped the space underneath, sloshing and glorping against each other as they groaned to reach more food. Waiting for the next course to be delivered, Collin used the downtime to bask in his burbling heft.
He squeezed at his mass of gray blubber, forcing a gaseous belch to reel him backward. Drool trickled down the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his grease stained bib. His eyes looked to the other fat furs around the restaurant, covetously yearning after their own pizza and side orders while he waited. Picking up as much of his belly as he could carry in his arms, he huffed with pleasure, imagining its overgorged and overglutted insides packed further with everyone else’s food, including Jasper’s. He sloppily grinned sloshing his lard around with his paws, reveling in the pleasure of feeling his gorge churn inside him like a washing machine.
“*Ooof*, so much heft, *ourp*,” said the poodle in a husky tone. “This was, *hic*, such a good idea, *mmff*. Everything’s so greasy and fattening. I’m gunna be a whole new poodle after sleeping all, *hic*, this off.”
Jasper sat sideways, placing his chunky arm on the table and resting his head in his paw; his other paw contentedly patted the center of his belly. “*Hoourp*, *uff*, we’re only halfway done. By the time we’re finished, *buraap*, the car’s gunna feel rather snug. I’ll probably have to, *hic*, walk off a few inches as well.”
Collin patted his gut. “Why not just keep, *hic*, all of the gains? I like seeing you as an even bigger-fatter weasel after every competition. I mean, what’s not to love about all this, *hic*, extra weight?”
“Oh, believe me, I do very much enjoy it, *hic*. But I can’t quite compete if I’m too fat to bring myself to the contests to begin with.”
“I guess that’s true, *urf*,” Collin wobbled his belly, “*huff*, I’d have a short competitive eating career in that case, hehe, *hic*.”
As the food continued to flow, their two friends glutted their way to their eighth course. Their two sturdy seats began creaking under their immense weight, both completely enveloped by their massive rumps. Their waistlines began growing as wide as the table itself, while their bellies began flowing over the top. In a restaurant full of other furs, some fatter than the pair when they first walked in, the poodle and weasel started getting glances their way. While it wasn’t rare to see the occasional enormously fat fur plow through huge orders of food at any restaurant in Furtana, two of them sitting at the same table was an intriguing spectacle.
Nearing the end of their binge, the two slowed down their eating. Grunting and groaning as he packed his full stomach with more food, Collin struggled to reach for additional sustenance. He was too lazy to pull himself a third chair like Jasper, seeing as they only had two more remaining courses anyway. Attempting to finish multiple servings of food in one sitting, he moaned at the strain of feeling his weight crush his overburdened stomach just to lean forward. He grabbed at bowls of macaroni and cheese, cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, and boneless chicken tenders, stuffing every last thing into his mouth. He then rolled up two large pizzas, and with gluttonous abandon, attempted to push them into his maw with all of the other food still inside.
The back of his throat was a traffic jam of mish-mashed food, causing his guttural gulping to become muffled. His bulging neck rolls, luscious chest, and fat arms made it more difficult to reach his head, forcing him to push the pizzas down by the tips of his digits. As the glob of food slithered down his throat, his stomach uproariously burbled like a bubbling cauldron. He looked up to the ceiling, eyes fluttering from the strain of so much food pushing into his stomach all at once. Pushing down the pizza the rest of the way, Collin winced when taking a final gulp, and let loose a labored groan.
His titanic belly suddenly surged forward with its new addition, pushing him a foot away from the table. Tilting him slightly backward, the wooden seats under his rear finally snapped in two. A thunderous *whomp* erupted as a plethora of poodle lard made contact with the ground, followed by thunderous sloshing as Collin accidentally tipped himself backward. He lay flat on the floor, looking wide-eyed at the tidal wave of fur and lard barreling its way toward him. His fat completely enveloped him, squishing against his paws and muzzle while the aquarium of indigested gorge blorped in his ears; though the weight of it crushed him, having amassed so much fat was quite satisfying.
Several other furs came to Collin’s aid, helping him off the floor while others clapped and cheered in congratulations. Ten furs, including himself, struggled against his hulking mammoth of a belly; the ten of them either picking him up by his arms or lifting his back. Able to place his footpaws to the ground, the poodle stood himself up the rest of the way. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, looking at one of the restaurant staff with a wry toothy smile. “S-sorry about the, *hic*, chairs, heh.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” said the tabby, “it happens here all the time.”
Sitting back down with three chairs this time, Collin and Jasper resumed their feast. Two hours had passed since the pair of gluttons arrived at the restaurant, marking the end of their tenth and final course. The weasel and poodle sat upright in their seats, lazily leaning onto their gargantuan guts, resting their heads atop their forearms. Both of them pleasurably moaned as their hiccups caused their bellies to ripple, blorping their indigested gorge like bubbling tar.
“*Hic-hilp*, what a night,” sighed Jasper, “heck of a, *orp*, feast. Eh, pooch?”
“You said it. *Ooogh*, I’m so, *hic-hilp*, full. I could hardly see you, *bworp*, past all this belly, hehe, *hic-hilp*.”
“Me too, *urp*. Goodness. I’m afraid to stand, *hic-hilp*, up. That was, *mmff*, a whole lotta food, *hic*, for our stomachs…ta handle.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Collin gently patted his gut, “but we can’t just stay here, *hic-hilp*, until closing. Come on, *hmmf*, we’ll crash back at my place, and have some, *hic-hilp*, pancakes and waffles, *horp*, whenever we wake up.”
Groaning to stand up, the poodle and weasel felt the full weight of their bodies bearing down on their tiny footpaws. They arched their backs, grunting from the strain their full stomachs put on their backs. Contending with a blubbery mass of sloshing fur, they began the arduous task of hauling themselves toward the exit. Jasper waited for Collin to waddle up beside him, both wrapping a chunky arm over the other for balance. Their bellies jostled against each other with each step, one trying to overtake the other in a gelatinous dance for supremacy.
“*Hic-hilp*, we’ll have to do this, *hnng*, again…sometime,” said the poodle.
Jasper laughed through labored breath. “Right, hehe. But next time, *hic-hilp*, we’ll split the bill. And get, *oof*, even bigger.”
“Attention please!”
Collin curiously turned his head, the plump tabby staff member stood at the front of the stage. “Our final round of the preliminary qualifier is ready to begin, but one of the four contestants hasn’t arrived and is now disqualified. Would anyone like to volunteer in their place? No entry fee required.”
The poodle held back his friend as his footpaws froze in place. Despite his stomach’s audible burbling and feeling fit to burst, his head toyed at the possibility of savoring one last slice. Placing his paw to his gut, he could feel his indigested gorge glorping around at his slightest touch.
Jasper saw the sweat beginning to form on his friend’s brow. “Come on, pooch. We had ourselves a real, *hic-hilp*, smorgasbord tonight. Let's come back when we can walk again, yeah?”
The tabby scanned the room, meeting eyes with Collin for a brief moment. “The food is already prepared.”
Suddenly, the poodle’s stomach felt the tiniest degree less full. He patted Jasper’s back, moaning just to turn his enormous body back toward the stage. “*Hmmf*, I’m probably gunna, *hic-hilp*, regret this. *Ooogh*.”
“Wait, C-Collin, *hic-hilp*. You sure about this?”
The poodle sheepishly grinned. “I’m not, but hey, the food’s already made, *hic-hilp*, and it’s free. I’d hate for it to, *huff*, go to waste.”
Patting his stomach and sloppily grinning at his friend, Collin trundled his way toward the stage. Other furs clapped and cheered as he walked up the steps, belly flowing onto the stage and pushing aside the chairs and tables. He stood in front of the table at the very end, being forced to lean over his belly to reach his food. A fat cat and ferret join him at the other end, with an immense gray fox sitting right beside him. To the poodle’s shock, the fox was even fatter than the horse from earlier; he must have been truly engrossed in his feast not to have noticed such a massive fur among the other beasts in the restaurant.
As soon as the tower of pizzas came into view, the poodle moaned with discomfort. He licked his lips having it placed in front of him, murmuring with lethargic delight at having just a little bit more to please his palate. The mere sight of it caused his stomach to swell with fullness. But the poodle pushed through the pain, greedily pulling the pan of ten pizzas closer to him.
It’s all free food, he thought to himself, we’ll just eat what we can.
With everything ready, the belly rang, and the contest began. Each of the other contestants grabbed entire pies and shoved all that they could straight down their gullets. Collin used the rolling technique at a surprising haste, believing if he managed to eat fast enough, he’d be able to muscle through his unbearable fullness. Winning was not important to him; simply glutting down as many pizzas as he could was the ultimate goal. His speed had granted him an early lead ahead of the pack, but upon swallowing his third pizza, the consequence of his overindulgence grew louder and louder.
Each new addition to his stomach felt like a battering ram charging upon a castle gate. The sickening blorps caused by torpedo after torpedo of pizzas rang through the cheering from the furs below. Collin winced from the pain, and yet, his tail between his prodigious buns couldn’t help but wag. There was a masochistic pleasure in feeling his gray-furred belly stretch wider than his black-furred outer coat; growing fatter than his own body could keep up with. Even while his feast fought back within his cramped gut, the joys of overeating remained tantalizing at any fullness.
Collin was the first to finish his stack of pizzas, edging ahead of the others and starting his next stack. Not giving himself too much downtime, he rolled up two pizzas to try and finish the second stack faster. Unfortunately, he miscalculated, having eyes bigger than his stomach. His swollen body made it difficult to wolf both pizzas down with only his digits to push them, causing him to eat them slower than the previous stack. The added eating time prolonged the added discomfort of eating two pizzas at once, allowing the other contestants time to catch up.
Halfway through the second stack, the poodle murmured through half-shut eyes, feeling himself growing even fatter. His waist and belly rubbed against that of the fox’s, who had likewise blubbered up significantly. His overflowing gut caused him to lean further forward, forcing him to stand on the tips of his footpaws. His bib and neck floof soon became swallowed up by his increasing neck rolls, while his corpulent arms smothered his swollen cheeks just to feed himself. He stomped the stage with his footpaws, spreading them further apart just to better balance himself; his enveloped knees and chunky thighs constantly dug into his sea of gray lard, squelching his feast with each movement.
Onto his final stack, the poodle laboriously panted, tongue slipping out of his mouth. He returned to swallowing whole one pie at a time, only each pie felt like it’d be his last. Pushing it down with one paw, he was now only capable of stuffing it down halfway before relying solely on his throat muscles. He soothingly rubbed at his overburdened belly, mildly alleviating some of the strain, at least to his belief. His eyes shut as the pizza passed down his chest, slowly forcing its way down as if plowing through snow. Each pizza became a great labor to consume. Thankfully, he was only three more pies away from finishing.
*DING*
As the bell rang, the crowd roared with cheers and applause. The gray fox stood up, teetering on his paws for a moment before raising his paw in victory. Collin was completely oblivious, however, focusing on finishing out his gorge with one final act. Rolling his remaining three pizzas, each packed each one in his mouth and attempted to swallow them all at once. With reckless abandon, he pushed them down past his muzzle, tilting his head back to swallow the rest. Waddling backward, he jutted his belly outward, pushing his table toward the edge of the stage. His head bobbed like a Pelican swallowing fish, which helped move the pizzas an inch at a time. The crowd clapped in unison, cheering him on. Taking one final gulp, Collin’s belly ballooned forward, knocking the table off the stage while his gut spilled over the edge.
The poodle let out a canine whine, moaning from the pain and barely able to stand on his two paws. “Holy, *hic-hilp*, huff…”
Teetering one step forward, his belly sloshed further off the stage, causing a chain reaction that he couldn’t control. The added weight over the edge gradually pulled him forward, resulting in an avalanche of blubber dragging him down. He tried to haul it back, but the weight of his fat proved too great for the tips of his footpaws to handle. His indigested gorge roiled like a roaring lion, falling onto the table below and completely flattening it to pieces. Collin landed on top of his gut with a thunderous squelch; the impact of all his weight and food crushing his innards left him momentarily dazed.
“Collin! Collin, you alright?”
The poodle moaned, blinking his tired eyes and squinting at the wide blurry figure standing in front of him. “H-hey, Jasper. Did I, *hic-hilp*, win?”
“Nah, my pooch. You didn’t, *hic-hilp*, win. Put on a heck of a show though.”
With the help of several other furs, Collin managed to barely stand, leaning on Jasper for support; now standing taller, and with more of his own blubber overtaking the weasel’s. The crowds made way for the both of them, clapping and patting the poodle on the back and stomach in thanks for putting on a good show. His cheeks flushed a bright red, never having received this much attention for overeating and being fat. On top of that, feeling his thickly coated layers of lard become this gelatinous in consistency felt so good.
Wiggling out the door and into the parking lot, it was refreshing to feel the cool autumn air again. It helped to slightly sober up the poodle, clearing his blurred vision and hazy perception. He looked down at Jasper, barely able to see him past his own gray blubber. The poodle chuckled, his jiggling belly causing the weasel’s to wobble as well.
“What’s, *hic-hilp*, so funny,” Jasper asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” the poodle smirked, “this just reminds me of the time, *hic-hilp*, I did this for you, after that, *hic-hilp*, hotdog eating competition.”
“Ah, come on. Not even I, *hic-hilp*, was as fat as you are now. You really let go of yourself tonight, pooch.”
“Hard not to, *orp*, when I got other gluttons for friends, *hic-hilp*, enabling me.”
“You know something? Forget fitness books. You ought to write, *hic-hilp*, about this,” Jasper patted the poodle’s belly. “One poodle’s food-filled journey, *hic*, to be the fattest fur in his city.”
“Oh, gosh,” the poodle blushed at the thought, “don’t get me thinking about food again, *hic-hilp*. I don’t think you know, *bworp*, just how full I am.”
“Fair enough. But you know, *hic-hilp*, something to think about.”
“Yeah, *hmmf*, something…to think about.”
And think about it the poodle did. Swollen to twice his average size, he couldn’t imagine just how much food it would take to grow so obscenely fat. He knew his wolf friend Brittany had such ambitions herself, along with his deer friend Velvet who was most on track to becoming the fattest hooved fur in the country thanks to her father’s ice cream empire. And now, fiddling with the idea himself caused his fur to fluff up from feeling flustered. He gave his belly a loving squeeze, biting his lip as he thought about its massive growth, and all the feasts to come.
Comments
JetSeattleRaccoon
Nice job. You awesome poodle! X3
CollinthePoodle
Posted a little later in the day than I wanted, had to add a couple hundred more words x3.
