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Ah, it's story time once again, and, well. There you hav eit. This story is pretty straight forward, and if anyone likes it well enough, I may do a sequel. AH, if you like this story, hey! I'm doing a challenge to keep myself writing. A story every few days, even if its just a short one. SO keep an eye out.
Moving along, as per usual, if you can't read this abomination it's right below the line.
I felt it was time for some good old fashioned, shameful indulgence. No, X happens to Y. No this or that. Nah. NOT TODAY, SON. So anyways, this is, oh hey look,
“Indulgence,”
By yours truly.
...Enjoy.
Shell was a big girl. No, scratch that. Shell was massive. She had about as much right being in a buffet of all places, stuffing her face, as the rich did in a welfare center asking for money. Oh, sure. You could say that she had a healthy appetite. You could say that she might be slightly overabundant in her figure. You know, in much the same way that you could call hippos, slightly overweight, and elephants pleasingly plump. She was fat. And there wasn’t anyway through or around it, without at least having to walk a few feet ‘round her. Anything could be used to put her largeness into perspective. The fact that a bench meant to seat four could barely contain her stupendous rear end. Or the fact that her stomach only lay some few scant inches off the ground. It could have been the pink dress that stretched and swelled, and creaked and groaned at her over gorged figure, or it could have been the arms. SO great and pillowy, that between both those, and the breasts that flowed out ‘top her great stomach,she could barely reach the food she so constantly shoveled into her mouth. There was no getting around it. At 5’5, with OVER a hundred pounds for every foot of that height, Shell was morbidly. Morbidly. Obese for a fox of her character. And you know what?
She was absolutely okay with that.
Ever since Shell could remember, she’d been a big eater. It was just one of those natural parts of life, and her parents, hefty eaters themselves, had never really questioned their little girl always being up for seconds, and then later on in her teenager years, thirds, or fourths. It ran in the family. And no matter the case, whether or not it was the fact that she was perhaps always the biggest girl in her school classes by miles, or the fact that she could no longer properly seat a desk by the time she was in highschool, it was always dismissed with a wave of the hand. “Shes a growing girl!” They’d say. “She needed her food!” They’d say. And this was the end result of it. Some years later, after deciding that perhaps online classes were her best option, as waddling up and down a campus of any kind was by no means appealing to her, she walked away, degree in her chubby little paws. Now free to hunt a job, (Which ended up being lucrative and--surprise, surprise, a work at home situation,), we came here now, to our fox. She was a simple woman, by and by. Well off, happy, and thoroughly gluttonous. It was a simple story, both tested and true. Her life.
Shell loved her life.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRAAAAP!” It was a belch. A loud, overstated noise that echoed through the buffet she currently sat gorging in. The practically bovine-beauty, had been stuffing her face with food for god only knew how long. Not needing any reason in particular, just...feeling like it was a good day for her to gorge. And so it was, plates were cleared away, stack by stack, only to be replaced by weight staff. After all, when you had a regular, who was always,always willing to pay more than full price for how much food she ate, you had to treat her well. So far, burgers had been devoured, fully and wholeheartedly, with a wolfish glee. Spuds by the bucketload, in every kind of form imaginable. French fries slathered in grease, baked potatoes running in oceans of butter, or better yet the mashed potatoes, which she just slid down her muzzle--it all went down, in a wash of gravies, and other sauces. She ate. It was what she did best, after all. It was what satisfied her all these days. It was what left her happy, and smiling, what left her soaked between her legs. It was. Her. Life. To eat and to feed, all day long, until she could no longer walk for threat of pain on even -thinking- of moving. It was how this meal was progressing now, as dishes piled ever on higher. As sides gave way to more meals.
Chickens, roasted, fried, baked, grilled, it didn’t matter. SO long as it was stuffed, and slathered with gravy of some kind, it was shoved into her maw without even a moment’s slightest hesitation. Pound-per-pound of food, crammed down her greasy gullet, and made to slide down her cavernous hole of a belly, slightly filling it, if only for a moment, before her belly demanded more for its ever rapid consumption. It didn’t matter that she’d been at her eating for some hours now. That a certain constant sense of fullness was finally beginning to reach her, amidst the throes of her gluttony induced ecstasy. Her body her stomach, it al craved and -needed- more. And Shell wasn’t going to be the one to deny it either. Constantly cooing, and moaning on about how good the food was.
“Mmf. Oh my--*Chompchomp* Ssshhho ghood. HEY!Mrmf *Gulp* Get me about ‘nother dozen of theshe--BURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAP! Oof~ Excuse me.” She giggled. “Get me about another dozen of these platesh. And make ‘em snhappy, pleashe!”
Before long, that too was gone. IN this buffet, in this place, unnamed, and unknown, people had been wont to watch her. In this world, gluttony was something becoming more and more common. However, to this extreme though...it was practically unheard of! After all. Who had ever heard of such a slob, being allowed to even go out in public and gorge themselves like that? It was public indecency! It was sacrilege! It was! IT WAS!
Background noise.
Shell couldn’t even hear them over the sound of her gorging. As she rapidly devoured and consumed meal upon meal, with ever hastening greed. More american foods had all been but wiped out. And now, with greed still calling to every bit of her mind, she decided, why not tackle the rest of the buffet?
At least that’s what she would have thought.
What she actually thought couldn’t truly be translated. Between the constant groans of her belly, its whimpering out for relief, at the frankly insane, gastronomical onslaught which had just been dropped upon it, and the ache in which it produced, SHell wasn’t much more than a quivering mass of flab, too full and too stuffed to even think about food at that moment. SUch a shame really, but oh well. One supposed it really, -truly- mattered in the grand scheme of things. After all...
She could always come back tomorrow for round two.
Moving along, as per usual, if you can't read this abomination it's right below the line.
I felt it was time for some good old fashioned, shameful indulgence. No, X happens to Y. No this or that. Nah. NOT TODAY, SON. So anyways, this is, oh hey look,
“Indulgence,”
By yours truly.
...Enjoy.
Shell was a big girl. No, scratch that. Shell was massive. She had about as much right being in a buffet of all places, stuffing her face, as the rich did in a welfare center asking for money. Oh, sure. You could say that she had a healthy appetite. You could say that she might be slightly overabundant in her figure. You know, in much the same way that you could call hippos, slightly overweight, and elephants pleasingly plump. She was fat. And there wasn’t anyway through or around it, without at least having to walk a few feet ‘round her. Anything could be used to put her largeness into perspective. The fact that a bench meant to seat four could barely contain her stupendous rear end. Or the fact that her stomach only lay some few scant inches off the ground. It could have been the pink dress that stretched and swelled, and creaked and groaned at her over gorged figure, or it could have been the arms. SO great and pillowy, that between both those, and the breasts that flowed out ‘top her great stomach,she could barely reach the food she so constantly shoveled into her mouth. There was no getting around it. At 5’5, with OVER a hundred pounds for every foot of that height, Shell was morbidly. Morbidly. Obese for a fox of her character. And you know what?
She was absolutely okay with that.
Ever since Shell could remember, she’d been a big eater. It was just one of those natural parts of life, and her parents, hefty eaters themselves, had never really questioned their little girl always being up for seconds, and then later on in her teenager years, thirds, or fourths. It ran in the family. And no matter the case, whether or not it was the fact that she was perhaps always the biggest girl in her school classes by miles, or the fact that she could no longer properly seat a desk by the time she was in highschool, it was always dismissed with a wave of the hand. “Shes a growing girl!” They’d say. “She needed her food!” They’d say. And this was the end result of it. Some years later, after deciding that perhaps online classes were her best option, as waddling up and down a campus of any kind was by no means appealing to her, she walked away, degree in her chubby little paws. Now free to hunt a job, (Which ended up being lucrative and--surprise, surprise, a work at home situation,), we came here now, to our fox. She was a simple woman, by and by. Well off, happy, and thoroughly gluttonous. It was a simple story, both tested and true. Her life.
Shell loved her life.
“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRAAAAP!” It was a belch. A loud, overstated noise that echoed through the buffet she currently sat gorging in. The practically bovine-beauty, had been stuffing her face with food for god only knew how long. Not needing any reason in particular, just...feeling like it was a good day for her to gorge. And so it was, plates were cleared away, stack by stack, only to be replaced by weight staff. After all, when you had a regular, who was always,always willing to pay more than full price for how much food she ate, you had to treat her well. So far, burgers had been devoured, fully and wholeheartedly, with a wolfish glee. Spuds by the bucketload, in every kind of form imaginable. French fries slathered in grease, baked potatoes running in oceans of butter, or better yet the mashed potatoes, which she just slid down her muzzle--it all went down, in a wash of gravies, and other sauces. She ate. It was what she did best, after all. It was what satisfied her all these days. It was what left her happy, and smiling, what left her soaked between her legs. It was. Her. Life. To eat and to feed, all day long, until she could no longer walk for threat of pain on even -thinking- of moving. It was how this meal was progressing now, as dishes piled ever on higher. As sides gave way to more meals.
Chickens, roasted, fried, baked, grilled, it didn’t matter. SO long as it was stuffed, and slathered with gravy of some kind, it was shoved into her maw without even a moment’s slightest hesitation. Pound-per-pound of food, crammed down her greasy gullet, and made to slide down her cavernous hole of a belly, slightly filling it, if only for a moment, before her belly demanded more for its ever rapid consumption. It didn’t matter that she’d been at her eating for some hours now. That a certain constant sense of fullness was finally beginning to reach her, amidst the throes of her gluttony induced ecstasy. Her body her stomach, it al craved and -needed- more. And Shell wasn’t going to be the one to deny it either. Constantly cooing, and moaning on about how good the food was.
“Mmf. Oh my--*Chompchomp* Ssshhho ghood. HEY!Mrmf *Gulp* Get me about ‘nother dozen of theshe--BURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAP! Oof~ Excuse me.” She giggled. “Get me about another dozen of these platesh. And make ‘em snhappy, pleashe!”
Before long, that too was gone. IN this buffet, in this place, unnamed, and unknown, people had been wont to watch her. In this world, gluttony was something becoming more and more common. However, to this extreme though...it was practically unheard of! After all. Who had ever heard of such a slob, being allowed to even go out in public and gorge themselves like that? It was public indecency! It was sacrilege! It was! IT WAS!
Background noise.
Shell couldn’t even hear them over the sound of her gorging. As she rapidly devoured and consumed meal upon meal, with ever hastening greed. More american foods had all been but wiped out. And now, with greed still calling to every bit of her mind, she decided, why not tackle the rest of the buffet?
At least that’s what she would have thought.
What she actually thought couldn’t truly be translated. Between the constant groans of her belly, its whimpering out for relief, at the frankly insane, gastronomical onslaught which had just been dropped upon it, and the ache in which it produced, SHell wasn’t much more than a quivering mass of flab, too full and too stuffed to even think about food at that moment. SUch a shame really, but oh well. One supposed it really, -truly- mattered in the grand scheme of things. After all...
She could always come back tomorrow for round two.
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