Full version of the accompanying story I did for  tophatguy sequence featuring  SphericalFoxsky

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The wide oaken table was practically sagging under the mass of the feast that was laid out upon it. Near every spare space was covered in a dish or platter that was heaped with some variety of typical holiday time foodstuff; including but not limited to at least 4 turkeys and 3 hams worth of meat, all neatly carved into mouth-sized pieces. Seated at the exact middle of the table’s length sat the lone occupant. The hefty, yellow mutt was wearing nothing but his underwear since he was the only diner social protocol was thrown away in favour of the freedom to not soil clothing and to leave much room for expansion. Wasting no time Derik pulled the nearest platter towards him and began shovelling ham in with one hand and turkey with the other pausing to add several fistfuls of mashed potato or stuffing and to take a few heavy quaffs from one of the giant carafes of gravy. As he continued to mow through the feast Derik’s white-furred gut began ballooning outwards, steadily pushing out onto his lap and seemingly gaining inches with each mouthful. The big dog was in a sense of trance almost, grabbing handfuls from 2 dishes at a time, pushing the empty ones away, pulling the full ones in, pausing only to massage his swelling midsection and cut a few thunderous belches to make more room. Although the chair Derik was seated on was sturdy even though it was beginning to buckle under the mutt and his foodmass of a gut, which was the size of a beach ball and causing his legs to spread involuntarily to allow more growth space.



With most of the food demolished, Derik reached over to edge a cart laded with dessert items closer to his reach and began to work on that. Pulling whole pies out of the tins and eating them like giant cookies, gouging out huge chunks of cake and guzzling down bowls of pudding. Even after all the savoury foodstuffs gone the sweets were still no match for the ravenous dog and disappeared within minutes. Derik leaned back as much as the creaking chair would allow, his tongue lolled out as he rubbed all over his enormous belly and belched, he was in total bliss but he knew he still had something else. Using all his might and several attempts Derik got to his feet and started to slowly waddle off to the other room.

The adjacent room had a long, large dining table but what was laid on it was totally different. A rather large Foxsky with a massive belly, considerably larger than even Derik’s stuffed tank was passed out on the struggling table. Upon seeing this Derik realized he was still quite hungry and could surely eat plenty more and it was time for his second course. Awkwardly kneeling down Derik positioned himself at head level with the close end of the table, grabbed the bloated Foxsky by the shins and began pulling him into the drooling, waiting dog maw. Steadily dragging the huge Foxsky off the table Derik used gravity to help get him down more easily with only a few swallows needed until it was time for the colossal orb of a belly. The mutt paused and stretched his jaw past any possibly thought point to wrap his entire mouth around his second dinner’s midsection and reached further to grab it under the armpits to tug it further down while taking slight chomps and huge swallows, his belly expanding greatly with each gulp.

With more than half the Foxsky swallowed down, Derik’s gut had gotten so large and heavy that he was now resting on it like a massive beanbag chair. With the biggest and hardest part of the Foxsky eaten the rest of him was simple and shortly his head was vanishing down the greedy mutt’s maw. Derik’s belly was now gargantuan, he sagged back down onto himself and hung his arms down either side of the gut mountain giving it vigorous rubs and pats. The Foxsky had obviously come to inside Derik’s overstuffed belly and began struggling vainly and pushing out against the belly walls, but due to the cramped space and grogginess it was largely ineffective aside from giving Derik a pleasured groan. In his current state, Derik really had no way to move or even adjust himself much but he didn’t seem to care or even really notice much as he was in total euphoria and the only thing he was vaguely on his mind was how fat he was going to be after all this