A really cute and awesome gift done for me by  wasteland! Go check out the original upload too =p

This story contains some (aka a LOT) of Vulan WG and splody goodness~ ;p I definitely had a blast reading it >W>

Rita belongs to me, Vulan belongs to me and SIR-Kuma on DA :p

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The sounds of clanging, and running water, echod throughout the home of Rita Montane. The brightly coloured squirrel-skunk hummed to herself as she cleaned the, relatively few, remains of a shared meal from the myriad of dishes and plates that had piled up throughout the night. Though short in stature, she had little trouble with handling the task at paw.. at least with the help of a small footstool. She looked back at her long time friend, the one she had invited over for dinner, and smiled happily.

Across the room, sitting at the adjacent table, was a sight not uncommon in a children's story book, or perhaps a cartoon. There sat a woman, or at least she appeared to be a woman, clad in an, impossibly unnoticeable, yellow and purple outfit. Her matching pigtails bobbed from side to side, as she looked over her cartoonishly swollen middle. Her rounded stomach was nearly the size of a basketball, yet it seemed to offer her no discomfort, apart from making it a bit awkward for her to stand up from where she was sitting.

“Thanks for the grub.” She chimed in as she rose from her seat, her voice as peppy and upbeat as her brightly-hued exterior,. “Not a problem.” Rita replied, happy to see her friend full and content. “That'th what freindth are for.” The pinkish cook's lisp slipping up the S sound in her words. “Tho Vulan, wath that enough, or did you want a theventh helping?” She asked her guest with a giggle. “Uhh, might have to take doggy bag for that.” Vulan replied, rubbing her puffed-out orb of a stomach. “I think I've had enough to fill three of me.” Rita stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “Oh all right. I'll thave thome for tomorrow then.” Vulan look down at herself, poking her gut with a finger, watching the rubbery ball of squish deform around it. “Hey.” Vulan spoke up, trying to get the diminutive baker's attention. “Is it okay if I lie down for a bit? I think I need to let all this settle.” “Thure.” Rita responded, as she toweled off another plate. “Jutht take a nap where ever themes comfortable.” Vulan smiled at her friend before walking out of the room.

The gravid jester entered into the living room, searching for a spot to take a load off. “Eeni meeni miny couch.” She said, as she spies a nearby sofa. As she walked toward it, she passed by a wireless router, no doubt place there for Rita's home computer. Flopping down on the couch, she started to feel a bit.. different, more lethargic. Wish a shrug, and a yawn, she figured now would be as good a time as any for a nap. Resting her head on a throw pillow, she curled up and 'slept'. Or, at the very least, close to sleeping as setting herself into a low power mode could be.

As she slumbered, everything seemed to melt away. The table.. the drapes.. the chairs.. the walls.. the couch. It all melded together into one blobbish mass, before coalescing into a great wash of brown. Except it wasn't just brown.. It was brown, and soft, and swell strangely.. sweet. Vulan awoke to a familiar smell filling her nose. It was chocolate! She groggily sat up, wiping her eyes, and checking her internal clock. “Oh boy, how long was I out for?” When her eyes same into focus, she was amazed at what she saw. Chocolate! Chocolate everywhere! Chocolate floor, chocolate walls, chocolate! “Well Vulan, I don't think you're in Sulford anymore.” She looked around, and scratched her head. “Or anywhere for that matter.” She looked around quizzically. “Hello? Rita? Anyone?” She started walking around, searching for a clue as to where she was. In truth, however, she had never left the couch. At least, until now. Vulan was dreaming. Vulan was sleep walking. Vulan... was headed straight towards the kitchen!

Back inside her head, Vulan noticed something seemed a bit off about how she walked. Her footsteps seemed a bit heavier than usual. And, in fact, they were! Her body had already converted all the food she had stuffed herself with earlier into more Vulan! Her stomach, with previously had taken on a ball shape, seemed a bit more deflated in appearance. Her other features, however, were a bit more.. pronounced. Her hips were a bit wider than they were normally, her chest seemed more than a little fuller, and her, rather generous, backside certainly felt like it had gained some extra stuffing itself. Of course, her proportions were the least of her concerns. As her body moved towards the kitchen, Vulan began to feel rather, well, hungry. Actually, she was quite hungry. Very. Hungry. The sight of all of these edible bits and bobs was starting to get to her, and the longer she was around them, the more she wanted to just devour them. It wasn't until she saw a random stand with a great big sign saying 'Eat Up' on it. “Oh? Who left you here?” Vulan asked, walking towards the conspicuously placed sign. She tilted her head, wondering what it was doing there. At least she did, before her stomach chimed in with it's opinion.

With a growl, her desire to sate her hunger started to override her desire to know when, where, why, or ever how. “Weeeeeeell... it would be rude of me not to take advantage of such generosity.” Back in the kitchen, Vulan was standing in front of Rita's open refrigerator. Her bubblegum coloured bestie had already moved on to get some Zs of her own, so she was all alone, and with plenty of food in front of her. Taking ahold of whatever was closest to her, Vulan licked her lips before starting to chow down. Bite after bite, she fed herself, with fruits, meats, sweets, again and again. Dream and reality matching up in synchronicity, as the toony woman's hunger spurned her on. She barely even noticed what it was doing to her figure, though,as her belly once more began to balloon. It wasn't long before it regained it's ball-like shape, but unlike last time, it didn't stop at basketball size. Vulan saw nothing but delicious treats in front of her, and ripe for the taking. Over time, she had moved on from the 'stand', and on the some nearby 'trees' with more sweets growing from them. With the fridge now empty, Vulan raided the cupboards, cabinets, drawers, while still feeling the same despite how much she was gorging on.

Once she had nommed every last edible scrap of food around her, she lent against a wall, panting softly and pressing her hand against her stomach, which now had dimensions like an overstuffed bean bag chair. Before she can even utter a single word, something else comes barreling out of her mouth. A long, indulgent, belch. Her eyes grow wide, her hands fly to her mouth, and her pigtails comically stand on end, from what had just happened. And yet.. she didn't really mind. If anything, felt satisfied. And, despite the added girth of her distended midsection, Vulan couldn't help but want more.

She looked around at everything in sight, licking her lips and pushing herself off of the wall. With one hand still on the wall, Vulan steadied herself and started walking out of the kitchen. In her dreaming world, she had hardly gained an ounce of weight, apart from her balloon belly. But in the waking world, things were quite a bit different. Her body had already begun it's laborious task of digesting the, rather excessive, amount of food she had already eaten. And, once more, her figure bore the weight all she had consumed. Her hips once more widened, as did her thighs, blooming outward, and becoming softer to the touch. Her chest had gone up a couple of cup sizes, and started to sag with the added weight. Her stomach had gained a noticeable crease, despite it's bloated appearance. And her bum seemed to have been hit the hardest from this, going from bubble butt, to badonkabonk, to straight up FAT, gaining it's own degree of sag and beginning it's decent downward to meeting her legs in overall thickness. By this point, she had even gained a double chin! Vulan wasn't done either, not the way she felt. Her hunger had only grown stronger from her feeding, and it wasn't about to let her go that easily.

Stumbling forward, Vulan managed to find her way back to the living room. She looked around trying to find a way to get out of here, and back to Rita. Opening the first chocolaty door-shaped thing she could find, she found herself in a whole new world of delectable sights. Candy cane streetlights with gummy bulbs, grass that smelled of spearmint, and row after row on gingerbread houses. “Things just went from weird, to tasty, and right now a little of both.” She mused to herself, eyebrow raised . However, investigating would have to take a back seat to eating, as that overwhelming hunger was making it's presence known in no uncertain terms. Her over-sized belly grumbled and gurgled audibly, demanding it be fed, and it meant NOW!

So Vulan headed out, to find something, anything, that would bring an end to the constant nagging coming from her stomach. As she wanders the empty streets, she heads the what seems like the most familiar looking structure. A structure that just so happens to be Rita's bakery. Fumbling her way inside, she looked over the rows and rows of treats that laid before her. Cakes, cookies, tarts, pies, sweets of all shapes and sizes. Each one with a tiny sign next to it, saying things like 'eat me' 'you know you want to' 'we won't tell' and 'we're delicious'. Whether sleeping, or awake, the smell of sugary deliciousness was unmistakable to her, and that was more than enough of a trigger to send her hunger into overdrive.

Without thinking, Vulan started pilfering whatever wasn't inedible, and cramming it into her mouth. Bite by bite, swallow by swallow, she was adding to her, already rather sizable, girth. Again and again, she would move from one plate to the next, and the next, and the next! Apple fritters, chocolate eclairs, pies of cherry, pumpken, and lemon meringue, cookies stacked high upon colourful plates, and equally colourful cakes. All of it went into the ravenous, ballooning, and still SO hungry belly of Vulan. All thoughts of 'restraint' and 'moderation' seemed to be mere afterthoughts now that there was all of these flavors flooding into her. She was eating so quickly now that one could actually see her stomach expanding in front of her. And still she ate.. and ate.. and ATE! Even digging around for the ingredients, the dough unused dough, sugar, cake icing, nothing was safe from her. Not even her. All of her reckless gorging was sending her spiraling into obesity, and beyond! Her belly burgeoning in front of her was oozing forward like rising yeast, forming into a double, the triple, belly. Her chest steadily rose through the ranks of cupsizes, until letters became irreverent. Her legs billowed out like trees growing in fast forward, thickening out enough to ruin any pair of pants, not that she was wearing any at this point. And even if they didn't had bottom surely would! The twin masses had grown immensely, like a pair of rubbery boulders that would make any chair cry for mercy, as they sagged down to press against her flowing leg fat. Now more of her had joined in, her arms here growing far thicker, heavier, flabbier, and much jigglier. They looked like arms as much as a pair of over-stuffed pillows might, with thick fat all the way down to her wrists. Even her face was not spared, with her cheeks, chins, everything becoming bloated with rubberblubber.. By this point she was mostly just walking fat, and yet STILL she continued eating!

Finally, when there was nothing left to pilfer, Vulan licked some of the icing off of her fat cheek and sighed. “Uff.. I'm soooo FULL!” Vulan said, before another belch escaped her. “I feel like I just ate a hippo.. or an elephant.. Or a.. hippophant?” Even Vulan's voice sounded like it had put on weight, sounding thicker, deeper, and with far more bass than she had even heard from even the huskiest of furs. As she tried to waddle her way back to the door, she found that she had actually become too big to get out! Not only was she faaar too massive to fit through, but her body had actually grown to accommodate her increased mass! She sulked for a moment, and waddled around as best she could, to try and find a way out of her buffet of blobbishness. Before she could loose hope, she came upon her saving grace. Even through her candy coated dreamscape, she had come upon the loading area, where trucks would unload ingredients and other things that Rita would use in her job. Pressing her fat hand against something solid for a moment to rest a moment, she had pressed the button for the shutter. Not wanting to look a gift exit in the mouth, or whatever seemed appropriate at the time, the nearly seven foot tall blob of adipose waddles her way back outside.

“Okay belly.” She said in the sternest voice she could manage. “Are you done yet? Because I'm putting my foot down. No more snacking or.. or..” She sniffed at the air, catching the scent of yet MORE food! “Weeeell.. Maybe ONE more snack wouldn't hurt too much.” Following the scent, it began to mix with more, and more. Food trucks, grocery stores, shopping malls, it all swirled together into one gigantic mess of alluring aromas. With her belly at the helm, Vulablob was totally out of control. From one spot to the next, more hunger, more food, and more fat, came from every last bite. Her belly blimped, her bosom swelled, her booty grew and grew until she was dragging it along the ground! She was an unstoppable eating machine, grumbling and bellowing for food. Food!

“FOOOOD!!” She cried, belching loudly enough to set off nearby car alarms. “SO.. HUNGRY.. NEED MORE.. MORE FOOD! MORE!!!” Her voice became unrecognizable, as did she. Were it not for the unmistakable yellow and purple colour scheme she had, one could easily mistake her for a wayward Mardi Gras parade balloon. Or, at the very least, a very curvaceous one. Vulan had grown into a giant, plane and simple. Her raiding had inflated not only her appetite, but everything else about her as well! She was bigger that a house, and that was just in height alone! Everything else had swollen up as well, if disproportionately so. By now, she had enough gut to block a two lane street, breasts a fur could loose a car under, literal walls of fat were once little more that portable seat cushions, rippling waves spread across arms that could barely even bend, let alone be lifted, gargantuan legs that, no matter how powerful, couldn't manage a brisk power walk, and a face so deeply embedded in it's own flab that it look as if it was about to be swallowed up by it.

And, despite all of this, she was STILL HUNGRY! Nothing was enough for her, no matter how much she ate and ate, it only added to the fire, and her ever-growing mass. Not that Vulan noticed, stuck in her trance-like feeding frenzy. In fact, it was hard for her to notice anything more than eating. Not even the deep rumbling sounds coming from deep within her. All this eating, growing, expanding, and fattening, had been building up a lot of pressure inside poor, no-so-little, Vulan, and she was approaching a sort of fatty critical mass. And Just when it seemed like she couldn't reach anything else left to fatten off of, she made the closest she could to a smile. For all her size, and weight, she had actually covered quite a bit of distance. And not too far away was the main water tower of Sulford! But all Vulan could see, was the world's largest pitcher of lemonade. So, with herculean effort, she shuffled her road cracking feet along as fast she she could, which wasn't exactly saying much, towards a literal tall glass of water. Huffing, and puffing, and panting, leaving massive footprints that would a T-rex to shame, Vulan arrived at her prize. With a flop onto her, dangerously full, belly, a twist of a valve, and one very thirsty Vulan, a liter flood came rushing into the wobbling time bomb. She drank more than she ever though she could, or should, her already over stressed belly growing larger, taunter, louder with it's tortured groaning, and rumbling, and creeeaking. And with one final swallow, loud belch, and the world's deepest “Excuse me.” the attack of the Vulablob came to a very sudden, very loud and VERY messy end, as she detonated all at once. Blushish nanogoo, and scraps of yellow and purple confetti, being sent all over, like the largest part popper ever created.

It wasn't until the next day, when everyone collectively check outside to see if whatever had happened last night had passed, that they saw the aftermath of the strangest dream a certain vivacious noodlebrain had, inadvertently, caused. And there, at ground zero, was a very confused Vulan. She had pulled herself back together again, and run a full system scan. As far as she knew, she had picked up virus that had piggybacked onto Rita's wireless modem. As she lied there, thinking things over, two things occurred to her, One, she had a loooot of 'splaining to do do her best friend, and two... that she could really use some breakfast.