Hey all. It's been a while since I posted this on my Patreon page, so I figured I'd share it now on here. This was another commission I did with Volkenfox, a VERY talented artist. I'm going to link his page and mine if you want to check us out.

Thanks again for your continued support.

https://www.patreon.com/Jakejmj27

https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/volkenfox/

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If anyone thought breaking a couch would cause Pamela to cut back on her eating, or maybe try to walk a little bit more, they were sadly mistaken. If anything, breaking her couch six months ago had only further emboldened her to accept her hedonistic lifestyle, resulting in her packing on almost 2 pounds a day for six months straight. Thus, it was a bit of a surprise to see her upright in the office so soon after lunch.

This binging and unabashed gluttony had brought her weight to a staggering 831 pounds, an astonishing growth in under 3 years. Gone was the sleek panthress who used to be able to show off a six pack when she flexed, replaced by someone who’s stomach now sagged below her nethers and bumped into her knees whenever she walked, which was more and more seldom these days. Her massive hips, a testament to her still mostly pear-shaped body, quivered inside the torn and tattered pants she had on as they brushed against most of the cubicles in the once spacious hallway. From behind, people could make out the outline of her panties, which were stretched to their breaking point as they tried to contain the sea of flesh that was her ass.

Her shirt was not doing much better as each button strained and gaped disastrously, threatening to burst apart and reveal all of her gut and boobs to the rest of the office. This had happened to a few other furs already, but as of yet, Pamela had been able to avoid such embarrassment. Still, her shirt was covered in a combination of sweat, sauces, and bits of food, some of which were NOT from that day’s gluttony. Since she was gaining weight so fast, Pamela usually did not get to wear an outfit more than once or twice, so she did not bother even doing laundry unless that item was particularly stretchy, like sweats or hoodies. As a result, it was more often than not the clothing she wore had already been caked in sweat and food before she even put them on, not exactly the most pleasant thing to view.

Pamela continued to make her way back to her office, stopping at each cubicle to say hello, but mostly to gather her strength and finish the walk. She felt the sweat drip from her back into her cavernous crack, causing her to shake her rump just a bit to try and get it out. This caused her pants to pull even tighter on her ass, a little tear appearing in the seat of her pants as she did so. Her wobbling cheeks smacked together hard, moving even after she had long stopped moving.

“Hey Pam. Need, something?”

She looked over to see Bart, a new paralegal in the legal department, sipping on a soda as he worked through some briefs. She saw the water buffalo’s gut bulging out in front of him, a sign that this place was getting to him too.

“I, urp. Sorry Bart, I’m just making my way back to my desk. Sorry, urp, to disturb your lunch.”

She was about to leave when she saw him get up and move to her side. He put a shoulder under her arm and used his arm to support her back. He shrugged past the soaked fur on her back and just gripped a roll to offer some support.

“No worries, Pam. You helped last week with that document for insurance, let me pay you back.”

The old Pamela, even one from a year ago, would have told him to fuck off, she wasn’t that out of shape and obese that she needed help walking. However, that had been many hundreds of pounds ago and now, as she felt every bone and ligament in her body burning from “over-use”, she was not going to turn down this assistance.

“Th-thanks, Bart. Tomorrow, burp, lunch is on me.”

The two made it back to her office, where Bart helped her get to the door frame. Pamela thanked him and waved him off, believing she could make it back inside.

She felt her voluminous hips brush against a door frame she once viewed as titanic and excessive, one that now was a virtual necessity. Soon, though she didn’t know it, the bottom-heavy beauty would have to turn sideways, letting her smaller but still massive belly go in first, not her ass.

She got to her desk and paused once more, taking a deep breath before slowly lowering herself onto her desk chair, having learned her lesson from the couch incident. She was barely paying attention as it groaned and creaked and sunk further towards the floor, only complaining when she felt the lower part of her sagging ass cheeks graze the floor below. It was definitely making the same noises her couch had made before it had given way to her fat body, and that was a couch. This was a desk chair and she was much heavier than before.

“Damn, gasp, springs in this chair. They’re worn, pant, out. I’ll have, have, phew, talk to HR about getting a new one soon”, she said as she wiped the sweat off her face before reaching for her 20 ounce bottle of coke on her desk and taking a big swig and then burping, sending her entire front jiggling.

Unknown to her, that request would not be placed in time to avoid disaster.



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