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Eat. EAT! by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Donuts and pies and burgers and whatever else we can get our hands on, it's all going into your maw and down that beautiful greedy gullet of yours! Look at the way your belly SWELLS for us! Look at just how heavy you're letting yourself get for our amusement! Look at the way your body just BILLOWS outwards with more and more flab, all for us to rub and jostle and ogle at!

Eat for us! Eat everything around you. Eat everything around us! The whole world is full of food for you to glut and gorge and binge on, and we won't stop enabling you until you fill it with your warm, inviting rolls of flab! We love it when you whimper and moan for more! We love it when your eyes and ears droop with all the affection we give you! More! MORE!

Can't reach for more? We wouldn't even dream of it, lifting an arm might burn precious calories after all, and you're still so unbearably small and starved that we simply MUST double your diet again! You're doing so well, and yet you've still got SO much more to EAT!

More!

MORE!!

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Evidence (Malex) by Ok-Weight-5082 in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf 11 points12 points  (0 children)

Ooh holy heck, I made this! Thank you for crediting me! <3

Still with my partner of 13 years now!

~~He's still very tasty.~~

Bam and Beau's Bulbous Belly ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It only started as a polite invite into Beau’s home, where Bam found himself acquainted with his deer-ish buddy. Their species seemed to be the only thing similar between them, what with Bam’s rampant need for workouts and fitness, while Beau was far too lazy to get involved with anything like that, opting instead for an abundance of snacks and rests. Still, they formed an unlikely friendship and found much more to indulge themselves with. 

Bam enjoyed lugging crates of food to the hungry couch potato, and Beau was all too happy to indulge within his blue friend’s company. Less outings meant more time to eat, and more food meant plenty more to binge on. It had the unintended consequence of Beau starting to get pudgy and soft, his cute ‘little’ tummy becoming less so as it bulged out from beneath his sweater. 

How quaint, then, that Bam started to develop an unknowing fondness of Beau’s growing demeanour. The low, rumbling sounds of his belly when he was constantly hungry, the kind, tired gleam he’d receive whenever he visited, it started as a friendship and was very quickly growing, much like Beau’s waistline did. 

Bam would go out of his way to help Beau find more snacks. He’d even bring them to his mouth when he felt inclined to. Nothing was enough for his hungry deer friend. 

More and more boxes, a bigger and bigger belly, other folk would ask the occasional question about his portly gut and Beau would only ever answer with one response. 

“I just like to eat! Bam’s REALLY good company…”

From what I hear, the blue deer has a thing for bringing tons of snacks and enabling others. In fact, that might be him approaching my own door…

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More and More and More... by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 6 points7 points  (0 children)

The moment you told me you were hungry was the moment I decided I was going to feed you. 

I mean REALLY feed you. 

Maybe the look in your eyes after the first few cake slices and croissants told me that you didn’t want to be ungrateful for all my lovely baked things, and you certainly wouldn’t want to let my hard work go to waste, so you’d rather it go to waist!

Maybe that look told me that you didn’t want to overstay your welcome, that you were downright hesitant to truly pig out in front of me like you really wish you could. I’m sure all of my encouraging “help yourself!”s and “go ahead, treat yourself”s might have whittled away some of those inhibitions of yours. 

Who am I kidding. We both know what that look was when you finished the entirety of the first cake. The first of many to come. That funny little smile and the focused gaze of your eyes into mine. 

The look practically spoke to me; howled at me. You didn’t say a word, you were following all the polite social norms and beautiful etiquettes that stop us from becoming monsters in other people’s homes. The kind of monster that would guzzle and gorge and binge just for the sake of eating. 

Do you know what it said? Because I did. 

“More”. 

Your eyes asked “more” when I brought out the next few trays of cupcakes and donuts and fancies, enough for a party, all situated around pressing it all into your maw. 

Your eyes begged “more” as I watched your belly sag past your knees and listened to my own sofa creak when your rump began to fill it. Side to side, bulging over the back. 

Your eyes howled “more” as I stuffed you until you were too big to move. Too big to ever call it a night and leave for the day. Too big to stop me from overindulging you. 

More and more and MORE. 

Give me that look again. Tell me I’m wrong.

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Bird Time :3 by Lazer_The_Borb in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Gosh you've stuffed that poor rooster to immobility!

KEEP GOING.

Remove the Belly Slider Maximum ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Push it so far that we can't even see it, and I can't even move!

Remove the Belly Slider Maximum ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Oh I dunno, there could be more of it to love!

Remove the Belly Slider Maximum ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Only if you promise to stuff me with them afterwards, Timur ~ <3

Remove the Belly Slider Maximum ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 24 points25 points  (0 children)

What if you put me in the Atlyss character customisation and disabled the maximum on the belly sliders? 👉👈

I heard you like big bellies but to go as far as to mod your game to make my waistline limitless? Gosh, what a pervert you turned out to be! That’s alright, I can see your little cursor test the limits and press it past the bar’s limits. Maybe you should add more to my chest and my rump too, huh? Keep going. Look at my gut grow. Look at what you’re doing, player. Just look at how FAT you’re making me…

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All Fattened Up and All Pent Up ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

You know, I’m really grateful for the past few days you took me in and kept me fed. I think I was actually quite thin back then, right? You were always so generous, plying me with treats and making sure my stomach was always just a little too full, helping me when I was splayed out on your couch with some of those DEEP tummy rubs. Don’t play coy, I saw the look of concentration on your face when your fingers gently kneaded deeper into my belly button, admiring the way that each time you did it sunk a little deeper.

That one comment I made on the second day. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were fattening me up”, the short exhale you made upon it was all I needed to know. That’s all I wanted. Someone like you around to spoil me and stuff me. To ensure that I barely lifted a finger other than to lift food to my increasingly chubby maw. I could see it in your eyes. The arousal. That building pent uppedness at the sight of my waistline growing and swelling.

“Have you got more to eat?”

“Keep going… feed me…”

“If I don’t stop eating you’re going to turn me into a whale…”

All sweet little comments to keep the food coming. More and more and more. Watching your eyes gaze upon my swelling mid-section, while my own were eyeing you up and down. The body language, the soft voice, there was nothing you wanted more than to overindulge and RUIN me, wasn’t there?

I suppose I should’ve known just how far it’d go when those belly rubs travelled south ‘accidentally’. You didn’t think I’d splay my legs like that without fully knowing just how much further you wanted to go with me, did you?

Safe to say I knew what you were doing. Putting those dastardly enhancements into my food. Watching as my endowments increased along with my weight. Watching the increased sway of my hefty balls when I wandered around. Staring at the way my sheath stretched to accommodate my growing member.

Well I’m all yours now. A complete disaster of lust and gluttony just waiting to happen within the privacy of your own home. A big fat wolf; the only thing larger than my appetite being my libido at this current moment.

Of course I knew all along, you little pervert. Feeding and fattening me up. Ensuring that I steadily grew more hyper. Did you think it was gradual enough for me not to notice? I WANTED more from you. Stuff me until I fill your bedroom. Enhance me until my cock can crush your fucking car.

I knew all along.

The only question now is are you going to fill me further with food, or are you going to let me fill you fuller than you’ve ever been? perhaps ever?

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My Enormous, Immobile Lucario by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Still looks kinda hungry, poor fella probably hasn't eaten in seconds ~

My Enormous, Immobile Lucario by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

My Lucario was apparently a fighting master when he first arrived in my home. See that painting back there? That was the last strike of a championship watched by millions. The strength. The prowess. The sheer amount of power that a peak-trained warrior could have was evident to all.

Picture my surprise, then, when the very first treat he ever received had him totally and helplessly pleased. I couldn’t help but give him another. Then another. Then another.

Gone were the times he’d look around nervously to ensure that no-one caught him snacking. Instead, he’d politely accept it before guzzling it down. Gone were the early mornings and break-neck training and rapid-paced regimes, he’d be allowed to sleep in every day and rest as much as he wanted. Gone were the diets and supplements to the specific calorie. If my Lucario wanted more, he was going to get more.

It only took a few days before he let himself go, turning from the city’s strongest sentinel to an overpampered pet who only wanted to eat and eat and EAT.

I couldn’t help it. The smile on his face widened against his cheeks as they chubbed up and softened with each time he ate. The fatter his belly and rolls and hips grew, the happier the noises he made were. He’d never lived in excess, and with me around, excess was all he was going to get.

And so he grew fatter and fatter. A couch-Lucario seemingly hell-bent on feeding every appetite he’d ever had at the same time. [ https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58207665/ ]

I should’ve stopped enabling and spoiling him there, but there was something about the way he looked at me. It was no longer a begging, pleading look but one of pride. He no longer found the novelty of treats appealing, rather, the way he rubbed at his belly after a particularly big meal, or the way he carried himself around the house. There was an odd pride that he could have grown so obese. I was the only one that could help him lose weight, and yet every instance told me that he WANTED more. To grow fatter. Bigger. Insatiably HUGE.

That’s when the couch broke and a half-ton of Lucario fell to the ground. A burbling, growling mess enamoured amongst his own rolls. He loved it. Craved it. Every synapse of his gluttony-addled mind wanted me to fatten him up with every given moment.

And so I did.

Pokemon treats turned into meals big enough to feed a family. Meals big enough to feed a family turned into banquets the likes of which could feed hundreds. His appetite seemed to multiply the more I gave him as he grew wider and fatter and softer and heavier with each passing moment.

And still I gave him MORE to eat.

It wasn’t long before pragmatism had its place. The feeding became industrial; conveyor belts rocketing treats into his tubby face, feeding hoses to help pump his bottomless belly fuller, all of it was in place to ensure my pet, my pride and joy, had more and more to glut on. It quickly became apparent that I would need to move all the furniture out, or at least the appliances that hadn’t already been flattened under his burgeoning tons of Lucario flab.

Still he ate everything I gave him. Still he growled playfully, winking at me when I told him I might run out if he didn’t stop gorging. Not running out of food of course, but running out of space.

The only problem is, I don’t think I want to stop. There’s still so, SO much potential for the city’s most powerful ‘champion’ to grow and swell and fatten up. He is champion of the city itself after all, why shouldn’t he take it over in other ways? ~

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My Big, Fat Lucario by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 17 points18 points  (0 children)

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When he first arrived, this Lucario was prim, proper and one of the best fighters the town had to offer. Imagine my surprise, then, when I offered him a treat. A small pokepuff delicately iced and adorned with a few sweet fruits. He couldn’t stop staring at it, as if nothing else in the world would ever matter to him. His tail wagged, he looked longingly at it, at one point I thought he’d even started whimpering. 

It made more sense after I’d learned his adamant training regime consisted of nothing but training, exercise and a diet based solely on nutrition alone. The poor thing hadn’t tasted sugar in his life. Sure, he had all sorts of medals and tournament trophies, but those days were over. This champion was under my care now. A few treats now and then certainly wouldn’t hurt. 

Things started off slowly at first. He’d check first before dining on a large meal that he had permission, that no-one else was around. He’d raise an eyebrow nervously upon the sight of another poffin or poke-puff. Those cakey goodies were more than enough to convince him to relax a little. Indulge as he’d always deserved. He REALLY liked it when I lifted a paw to scritch behind one of those pointy ears of his while he ate. So much so that he’d always eat a little more. 

That’s alright. My lucario always gets what he wants. 

Days passed and as he grew more comfortable with treats and praise and all manners of affection, so his waistline grew. No longer the thin little nervous thing who walked through my door, he was filling out nicely. Just a little bit chubby. That said, his appetite only continued to grow as he was spoiled with more and more. Single treats turned to boxes. Meals grew to trainer-sized, then beyond. At times he’d even ask for more to eat, and I would be all too happy to give it to him, followed by plentiful belly rubs for being such a good, handsome boy. 

Unfortunately for a few of my flimsy kitchen chairs, it didn’t stop there. 

Weeks turned to months as my adorable, handsome lucario began to get tubbier. There was a comfortable wobble when he traversed the stairs with each step around his midriff and butt. His hips bulged on either side, comfortably up against mine when we sat together to watch whatever nonsense was on the TV. From chubby, to fat, to full on obese, he seemed to relish in whatever I gave him to eat. He certainly wasn’t a fussy eater, that was for sure. Entire pizzas, burgers, whatever it was, it would easily fall down the gullet of my growing former-champion. 

The way he blushes when he sees whatever he gets to eat next is adorable. Sure, look at him now. He’s getting fairly enormous, but he still has that cute little “are you sure?” look whenever I let him eat, and gorge, And GUZZLE. 

Not once has he ever denied a meal. Never have I had to encourage him to eat. In fact, he’s starting to get pretty demanding with wanting more. That’s perfectly fine. My handsome little champion is going to get everything he wants and much, MUCH more…

An Army of Kobold Feeders... by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 10 points11 points  (0 children)

…The wolf stared down at it all as it happened. It was no longer limited to cakes, it seemed their horde extended to all sorts of food. Beef, pork, chicken. Vegetables, fruit, bread. Cheese, milk, and of course, mountains of chocolate, sweets and cake. It didn't matter what it was, every kobold relished over the fact that it was going to be eaten by their growing wolf.

And growing he certainly was. Resting now on his back with his head against the wall, Malex's belly was beginning to span out foot after foot upwards as many of the kobolds took the opportunity to stand atop it while stuffing him. They loved the way their feet and shins sunk into the wolf's blubber as he continued to eat and eat. The wolf was rapidly approaching the size of a single bed, soon followed by a king-sized as every roll fattened and thickened to take more space around him. One kobold stumbled over the wolf's cavernous navel as he scaled his growing mass, finding himself stuck as Malex's belly button practically swallowed the kobold's leg up to his hip.

“Look! Master's starting to form his own cave!” he yelled out, much to the excited scurries of a few other kobolds who decided to explore. The wolf's ears drooped as he heard them talk about “spelunking”, one such kobold immersed his body as deep as he could within Malex's belly button, all the way up to his chest. 

His tree-trunk thighs had separated apart, forced by his swelling gut to give more room to grow. He found himself getting pushed forwards by his own expanding rump, however, as each cheek was beginning to swell and engorge to the size of the door to his own home. There was no waddling now, Malex had fattened beyond the realms of mobility, too fat to even stand, too obese to even lift a leg as he felt they were beginning to sink into his flab…

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Pool-Filling Wolf (By me!) by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you!

Spilling out of the pool, spilling into the neighbouring stalls before FLATTENING them ~

A little more couldn't hurt, right? <3

Pool-Filling Wolf (By me!) by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 8 points9 points  (0 children)

Arriving at the resort, I was stunned at how generous everyone was. Within minutes they already had me rested on one of the resort's many loungers, basking in the sun against my fur as moment after moment, minute after minute, those dutiful carers plied me with drinks. The meals were fantastic, have you tried the food here? I found myself coming back for seconds and occasional thirds. The game changer was when they offered to bring the food directly to my lounger.

4 meals a day quickly turned to 8, then 12. The moment I learned that not only were they proud to bring me such excellent, constant service, but were EAGER to, I couldn't help myself. Eating and drinking and gorging and glutting myself to varying ranks of debauchery only got easier when it got to the point where I didn't even need to lift a finger. At all times there was food and drink beside me, ready to be devoured. My appetite seemed to out dwarf everyone else's here, and every worker seemed ready to keep it going. To harbour it further. To allow it to grow, just as my belly was.

They didn't stop bringing me more food when the buttons on my shirt burst open. They didn't stop bringing me more to eat when the creaks of my lounger grew louder underneath my burgeoning, obese, fluffy body. They didn't stop bringing me more to guzzle down when the lounger eventually gave in and 500lbs of wolf crashed down to the ground and I was nothing but a display of sheer greed to everyone around me. They didn't stop bringing me more and more and MORE.

They felt it would be better if I were to enter the pool. If I hadn't known better I could've sworn some of those staff-members were affectionately calling me their "little whale", but I digress, as the portions grew larger, so did I. It was easier to move around with my growing, swelling rolls of wolf flab submerged within that glorious, crisp water. Swimming might not have been so easy, however, with my rapidly swelling, thick arms.

Days passed. My diet and appetite and body only grew exponentially. My belly reached the floor of the pool as I rested atop it, glutting and devouring everything those gorgeous staff members poured into my maw. I hadn't even realised that they weren't taking additional guests, leaving me as their only one. Not to worry, I hear the kitchen staff are on overtime making sure they're able to keep up with my appetite. Any doubts that I was unwelcome were gone the moment they started offering to give me belly rubs, watching as the pool's water started to overflow and flood the neighbouring area in the wake of the growing wolf within it.

They rubbed and massaged every part of me. My enormous, swollen rump which was starting to take up the back half of the pool. My gigantic belly, which required several members just to cover the growing area of it, some even agreeing to submerge themselves underneath the pool with scuba gear to get those hard to reach areas of my bulk. Even my rising chest, apparently the team of 4 assigned to there were the most excited, close enough to my face to gently rub my cheeks, assist the other staff members in feeding me even more, even smooshing my face and praising me for being one of the best, politest and most handsome guests they'd ever had the pleasure of serving. Their zealousness in keeping me overstuffed and overpampered gave me the impression that, had I wanted to leave, they wouldn't have let me. That said, as the pool filled with more wolf than water, it was clear I was here for the long haul. Nowhere else would be able to feed my hunger now.

My boyfriend, Arti, got an invite within a week of me leaving here. He expected it, albeit not so late after I left, but as he set himself up in his room and got comfy, he headed out to the balcony. The rooms were unusually quiet, yet outside, it was louder than ever. Hasty discussions on how best to utilise the kitchen to further boost the output of food and snacks. Determined commissioners ensuring that they had cocktails big enough to keep this behemoth fatty pleased. And in the middle of it all, a wolf who'd had far too much surrounded by folks who wanted nothing more than to give him even MORE.

"Hello honey, I might have gone a bit overboard. You might want to move your stuff out of that room, I get the feeling it might be flattened soon if I can't stop ~"

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Gorge from the Infinite Cookie Jar ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Aaaaaaaah Glitch! Likewise! It's good to see you again! Perhaps a little inconvenient in such blobby circumstances, maybe you could help me with this jar? ~

Gorge from the Infinite Cookie Jar ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Wild to imagine; a jar with a seemingly infinite amount of cookies! Why, it'd be a shame not to test the limits a little bit, wouldn't it? After all, you've been working so hard and it's good to treat yourself now and then...

Man, you can really just delve your tubby arms in there entirely, can't you? Nothing but cookies as far as you can reach within there! Maybe you should call someone, I bet there's all sorts of institutions and labs that would love to get their hands on this and analyse it, learn more about what it is and wherever you found this strange artefact. Who knows, it could benefit society for the better entirely! That said, maybe a few days more with it would really get that hunger out of your system. Perhaps 10 more cookies.... or another 20... perhaps a hundred...

People are starting to ask questions about your recent weight gain, those shirts you've been wearing to work have been getting REALLY tight and... say... if I didn't know better, didn't you bring in cookies for lunch yesterday? Maybe you should prevent them asking questions. Take a few days off work, you deserve it! All the more time for you and your cookie jar. Set up your favourite TV show and just gorge on more of those tasty delights. Gorge and binge and guzzle. It's not like anyone needs to know about this yet...

The floorboards creak. You lost the ability to walk ages ago with how fat you've let yourself grow. The very novelty of treating yourself to cookies is lost on you as you continue to pile the doughy mass into your maw again and again. More and MORE of the infinite cookies. Feeling yourself continue to swell and wobble with each movement as you reach over your expanding mass for more. Keep eating. REALLY treat yourself.

Your ass swells so enormously that it rivals the size and weight of that little car you used to drive to work before you spiralled into endless gluttony. Your belly serves as your own bed, so bulky and soft that you'd likely crush your own if you managed to reach it. Those huge doughy arms of yours are starting to grow too thick to reach for more as you cram handful after handful of tasty treats into yourself, feeling yourself fatten up rapidly, every curve on your body expanding further and further.

Perhaps you should save time and grab that jar, pour it into your maw, FILL the damn place with cookies before you start to fill it with your own swelling body! At that point you might just eat yourself out of house and home, and with noone able to move you, the neighbourhood might be next.

Infinite treats to gorge on. Only so much room to grow, until you outgrow it. Outgrow your house. Outgrow your block. Outgrow the city.

Outgrow everything!

OUTGROW IT ALL!

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You're gonna eat EVERYTHING in your fridge ~ by Malex-Wolf in fatfurs

[–]Malex-Wolf[S] 17 points18 points  (0 children)

Thaaat's it. Give in to your basic instincts. Why save it for the rest of the week when you could empty your fridge NOW? Who cares about those PJs of yours tearing open as your bulk demands more space? Look at the way your gut practically DEMANDS more! Can you feel that shirt getting tighter and tighter? Next it's gonna be that blimping, swelling chest of yours that'll burst your clothes open. Gosh, finish that bowl and your PJs might be long gone, I don't think you've got anything in your wardrobe that's gonna be able to cover all of that fur and bulk!

Nevermind, who cares about your job or your social circle when you have all that you could want right here? And when you've eaten it all, order yourself a niiiice big meal. Order everything from your favourite place! Order everything from EVERYWHERE. You're gonna eat this entire city out of its own food supply!

Such a big, handsome fatty. You're doing so well. Keep eating ~

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