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<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>FULL RESOLUTION"You've gotten fat."
It was something he needed to hear, you decided, before uttering the words.
You almost didn't recognize him today when you encountered his massive form in the street. It was the first time you'd seen him without his signature pink polo shirt (or any remnants of it). In fact, the only thing he appeared to be wearing was his pants.
The wide wolf was quite the sight, his fluffy front on full display as he turned to you. His upper body looked more like a collection of pillows than any discernible anatomy, and his tremendous stomach jiggled well past his knees. If you didn't feel so tired for some reason, it would have been nigh impossible to resist the urge to just walk over to him and grab all that ponderous flab...
His cheeks and chins wobbled as he spoke. "Good *huff* day, my flourishing friend."
"Uhh… hi," you uttered, staring down at his chest... perhaps for too long, but he didn't say anything. "So, no shirt today?"
"The blasted thing shrunk in the wash, can you believe it?"
You almost let out a chuckle... but some part of you could tell that he wasn't joking.
"Are you sure that it was the, uhh... shirt, that shrunk? No other reason at all it wouldn't fit...?"
"I'm not sure what you're insinuating, but there's no other logical explanation as to why the damnable thing wouldn't fit."
"Uh-huh..." You shuffled awkwardly in the wake of his denial.
"I don't like to spend money on clothing, since I find my regular attire suits me well, but it seems it can't be helped. I'll have to take you along shopping with me sometime... though perhaps, we'll pick out something for YOU online..."
His dismissive attitude caused your small worry to blossom into a feeling of genuine concern... You stood there for a while, thinking, as the sound of his heavy breaths mixed with the ambient noise.
And then you told him.
~
Asher laughed maniacally. "Ohohohoho! Ohohoho! Ohoho... oho... oh..." His jovial expression shifted to a more solemn one. "...You're serious."
You weren't sure what he was talking about.
"..."
He stood there, staring at you in silence for a while. His fatty face changed to a cringing countenance.
"Ahh... do *I* have to be the one to tell you...?"
~
You still didn't know what he meant, but he turned away from you towards his bag nearby. You eyed his rotund rump as he rummaged around in the bag, before returning to you with an object in his hefty hand...
He held it aloft, his thick arm squishing into his chunky chest. Asher's face grew quite troubled as he nudged towards the object... a mirror.
"I only partook in as much as I did because, well... I feel quite small next to you," Asher confessed, idly rubbing his stomach with one hand while holding the mirror up in the other. "I thought you knew, really. You never mentioned it or complained... you quite enjoyed it all, it seemed..."
As you peered at the figure in the mirror, the memories came rushing back...
~
In the beginning, all those fast-food runs for Asher piqued your curiosity... and appetite. You started trying out some of the food yourself on your trips back to the merchant.
At first he didn't notice, but when it got to the point where you were eating over half the order before getting back, with your greedy maw coated in grease and bloated belly *sloooorshing* and *gurrrrrgling* with the absurd amounts of slop and junk packed inside... the wolf grew quite annoyed. And so, he would send you out to fetch another order, hoping, perhaps, that you wouldn't eat most of it before returning. (His hopes were not fulfilled.) Eventually, he caught on to your antics, expanding the size of his orders to accommodate both of your expanding appetites...
~
Your mind cycled through memories of all the various establishments you had gorged on food from. The thought of so many different kinds of foods made you vividly recall the day you ran into Asher at the marketplace. The day where he was intent on visiting every different food stall with you...
You didn't even know there was that many ways to make different kinds of greasy food. But at each stop, the wolf... wolfed down his serving, as you dutifully consumed yours. And for your favorite dishes, he would order seconds to feed you... and thirds, and even the occasional fourths...
Before even making it halfway through the stalls, you were both greasy, bloated, messes. Your engorged gut was almost spherical... packed full of oily street treats, constantly *ggoooooouuuuuurrrggling* so loud it would even drown out the sound of your voice. Asher took it as a sign of your healthy appetite, stuffing you full of even more strange and unctuous treats, like deep-fried donuts around a corn dog.
Despite your impossible fullness, he continued to fill you beyond your limits. You recalled the way he squeezed and rubbed the oversized orb of your stomach... Perhaps it was his touch that allowed you to make enough room in your gut for food from every stall...
~
So many other memories of stuffing your fat face flooded through your mind... So one incident when you weren't doing so stood out. It was that day on the trail, where you ran into Asher... He offered you some snacks, but ended up pigging out on everything in his pack himself. So why does this memory stick out...?
You thought for a moment. And then you ed what you did.
Wrapping your arms around his thick rolls, you pressed your enormous weight against his back, squashing him against the rock he was leaning against. Your head peered over his shoulder as he gobbled up the last of the contents of his pack...
"...Any luck?"
Asher's eyes widened as your weight pushed down on him.
"Ah... Ahaha... It, um, seems I don't have anything for you, my dear friend..." He muttered meekly. "I-I-I'll make it up to you! I-I'll..."
He was momentarily interrupted by your starving stomach *grrruummmbling* powerfully.
"...Just, um, wait for me to, uh, restock..."
And so, you freed him from your encumbering embrace.
The wolf remained true to his word, returning to you later to apologize for leaving you hungry. Your brawny belly dwarfed his own sizable one as they pressed against each other. Asher grinned sheepishly as he held his offerings aloft: a box of chocolates with the word "SORRY" printed on it, and a bouquet... of smores???
You stared down at the smaller wolf with a stern look, but your stomach betrayed your stoic façade with a raucous *grrrumbllle.* You ate the smores and chocolates within minutes, not even remotely sated... but that was just the start of Asher's apology...
Throughout the week, even more boxes of chocolates and treats found their way to you, their sizes ever increasing. And from then on, the merchant made it a point to always ensure *you* were fed over himself.
~
Your most vivid memory of such behavior was when he treated you to dinner at that fast-casual restaurant...
Despite telling him that you wanted to watch him eat, he insisted that *you* did the bulk of the binging. And your endless appetite soon proved him correct...
He shoveled plate after plate of delicious meals down your greedy gullet, sauces smearing all over your face, chins, and chest. Eventually, he moved up close, pressing his massive weight into your own monstrous and gelatinous form. Asher commanded a small squadron of serving staff, delegating them to the kitchen and back with more helpings in hand, which he fed to you himself.
The feeding frenzy continued all night, until the collection of chairs that you needed to seat your titanic tush upon eventually gave out.
~
Countless similar recollections played inside your head, until it all finally cleared. You gazed into the unclouded surface of the mirror... immeasurably pleased with yourself.
You were mountainous, corpulent... At least twice the size of the already enormous Asher, perhaps even three times... You did, indeed, make him look very small by comparison.
Your gargantuan belly pressed against the floor with its sagging weight, its mass splaying out in all directions. From behind its impossibly wide form, your behemoth backside peeked out; you doubted that you could fit even through extra-wide double doors... how did you get out here again?
The thought left your mind as quick as it entered, your focus being drawn to the sensation of your entire body quaking and jiggling... Your ample arms, thick as Asher's thighs, wobbled almost endlessly when you shook them. Even the collection of fatty rolls that took the place of your neck quivered from the slightest movement.
You stared down at the vast expanse of your chest and stomach extending out in front of you, appreciating the way the sunlight bounced off their soft and boundless surfaces. You raised a flabby arm to rub the back of your head, using your other hand to heft a mammoth moob, feeling its immense, plush, weight.
Hehe... those words rung true, and you loved it.
"You've gotten fat."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Would anyone want like a YCH of this?
The story was always supposed to include ((you))
So I just drew myself lol
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