Wandering through the woodlands on a cool summers day, Violet the fox scavenged the area for food. Everyday was a constant search for it: looking under rocks, logs, and in bushes. Despite her efforts she could never find enough of it, just enough to get by until the next day. Recently she’s been noticing the pickings were becoming rather slim, with nary a mouse or lemming. It was as if the entire woodlands ran dry of life like a puddle of water in a scorching desert, with even the tranquil sound of birdsong to grace it. Suspicious as it may be, her stomach’s pesterous grumbling was what bothered her the most.


“Why is this stupid forest so empty all of the sudden? Its no wonder I’m starving. If i could magically find a mountain of food I’d stuff myself until I popped. There’d be nothing I want more in life than living off a vole or a couple of insects a day.” 


Her head held downcast, she didn’t bother looking any further. Sullen and with hope lost, she had only the rumbling of her gut to keep her company. Suddenly, her nose twitched as an odd aroma the likes of which she never smelled before passed by. Curious she rose from her wallowing position. Following the scent, she came across a long wooden table in the center of a clearing. Stacked atop of it were sandwiches, potato salad, jello, pitchers of soda, and steaming boneless wings and mashed potatoes. The sight of it all made her mouth water. Not a creature was in sight to claim it, and a bib was presented right before her as if some being from above prepared it all for her. The pain in her stomach intensified but she bored it as she trotted up to the bountiful feast. 


“Where’d all this delicious food come from,” she asked herself as she wrapped the bib around her neck. “Oh well, finders keepers, and I don’t intend to share with anyone!”


Joyously she pounced on everything in sight. Dipping her muzzle in the bowl of jello and slurping it all up. The occupancy of her stomach was more than any shrew or mouse she had ever eaten in her life. The invigoration of having eaten so much more than she had that week overwhelmed her with catatonic bliss.  Swallowing boneless wings, she rubbed her cheeks and the delectable sauce lavishing her mouth. Washing it all down with soda and sandwiches. Her stomach quickly filled, growing more fantastically bloated than it ever was. It dragged across the surface of the table as she went from one dish to another, and bounced as she sat on her haunches to swallow globs of mashed potatoes. Grunting as she sat backwards on the table seat, she leaned back and allowed all she had gorged on to flow outward over the side. Her white middled sloshed and she smacked it, rubbing against the side of her hind legs. Sighing with bliss and squeezing at her newly accumulated bulk, she covered her mouth as a gaseous belch escaped her. 


“This is too good to be true,” she groaned, “I never knew it’d feel this good to gorge myself to this extent.” Pulling over a nearby tray of sandwiches she remained in her current position and dropped sandwich after sandwich into her awaiting maw. Her throat flexing as it swallowed each one whole. Making various mirthful sounds of pleasure, she sunk her paws beneath her belly to jiggle it. “Oooh, this stomach I’m putting on is wonderful. A real trophy for such rich eating.”


Paw covering her mouth as she belched once more, she smacked at her large white gut. Then it sloshed as she turned over and lifted herself onto the table. The remaining sandwiches, soda, chips, mashed potatoes, and potato salad all found a new home in her over cramped stomach. Burbling inside her, she groaned in blithe ecstacy at having so much in so little time. Climbing off the table and landing with a massive plop, she slightly winced as her body wobbled and sloshed in place. She had become bloated to three times her naturally slim size. Body round and squishy, white belly spread out in all directions, and regaining her composure, she sat upright to inspect it. 


Lovingly she held her gut in her paws, testing the weight of it as well as hugging it closely like a young pup. “I must’ve gorged myself a few months worth of hunting all in a couple hours. I’m so much bigger and heavier than I once was but its worth it. If only there was more. I love this indulgent feeling and I don’t want to stop.”


Patting her stomach and shrugging her shoulders it was more shame than tragedy that she had finished her feast. Thankfully, her slow metabolism would hold all she had eaten for quite awhile. Giving her time to enjoy her newfound weight. Strolling back into the woods she held her head high with pride. An over gorged fox living a fox’s dream. She couldn’t expect the day to get any better.


She whistled a tune as she waddled along, without a care in the world where she headed. Perhaps to some berry bush or some fallen apples from a tree. But what she came across would make the two pale in comparison. Accidentally she came across the edge of the forest. A long highway spread to the left and right of her, barren of any vehicles. Across from it was the most welcomed sight of three hotdog carts, curiously placed next to each other as if someone arranged them there. Not knowing what they were at first, Violet curiously walked up to them. The closer she got the more the faint smell of meat tickled her nose. Excitement grew within her bosom as her legs quickened their pace. Scent growing stronger at the top of the cart, she flung open the top container and found a treasure trove of hot dogs all piled high for her delight. Her mouth became a fountain as well as her eyes bulging with glee. Her stomach shared the same emotion as it rumbled loudly, forcing her to dive into her latest gorge.


“Today has to be my lucky day,” she licked her lips. “All those years of starving out in those woods and now I’m finally getting what’s coming to me!”


Digging her face and paws into the cart, she shoveled all a sundry into her mouth; wincing as she tried to swallow the mass of hot dogs, but persevered. Woozily releasing a sigh and regaining her composure after such a hefty mass to swallow, she took the time to rub and smack her bloated gut. Groping and squishing at her vast amount of white fur as it bloated a few inches. “Today, i make a name for all foxes everywhere. As the happiest fox in history!”


Progressing in her glut, she could feel the sides of her stomach rubbing against the cart as well as folding over her haunches with each mouthful. The girth of her waist also expanded and rounded out as wide as the cart. Very quickly her body gained so. So much that she slightly teetered on her hind paws as it pulled her down. Grunting and groaning at mounds of hot dogs filling up her gut, she leaned her entire body over the cart as she drunkenly smiled at having finished the final hotdog.  


“Hic hilp, what a gorge,” she said with a sloppy grin, her upper body resting over the cart while her lower body pressed against it. Bubbling and glorping as it digested its new occupants. “That must’ve, hic hilp, been enough food to feed a litter, hic hilp, for months. I’m so bloated, hic hilp, my stomach can probably fit a family of ten.”


Slightly leaning back and Looking over her larger, wider body, she hiccuped in joy at how much rounder it got. Much of it pressed against the cart as well as concealing her hindpaws from view. Gently she placed her paws on it, feeling it squelch and churn with so much food inside it. Wobbling as she patted it, she carefully tried balancing herself on her hind paws. Arms spread and belly reaching below her haunches, she took a few steps over to the next cart. First one, then two, then three. Slowly but surely she walked until she lost balance after a hiccup. Her gut leaned forward more than she could pull back, and so she teetered over to her next glut; crashing against the cart, but not flipping it over. Breathing a sigh of relief, she opened it and resumed her feast.


The more weight she put on the more drunk with gluttony she became. Along with her white belly engulfing the cart, her limbs and face began pudging up as well. She became infatuated with her added fat; squeezing and squishing her arms and cheeks in short spurts before stuffing her face again. It didn’t take long for her belly to bloat up so large that the cart itself could fit within it. By the look of it from the front, her stomach squeezed up against the cart so much it looked as if it were devouring it. Wobbling and patting it every chance she got, the vibrations would shake the cart as well. 


Finishing the second, her hindpaws couldn’t move with so much of her belly engulfing her haunches and restricting movement. She was forced to crawl over to the third cart, which didn’t bother her so long as she still got to gorge from it. The routine was the same. Funnel everything into her mouth, swallow, and rejoice in her added girth. Laying on her stomach didn’t stop her from reaching into the cart, but it did serve as quick the comfy bed to rest on while eating. She finished in a matter of minutes, thanks to her throat muscles exercised to a point where swallowing large masses whole became easier. Groaning and struggling to roll onto her back, she leaned against the cart. Resting her forelegs on the top and lounging as her immense bubbling white gut spilled outward and rested between her hind legs. Tenderly with a single paw she rubbed the top center of her gut. Pleasantly moaning at moving it through her soft flabby fur and feeling the bubbling sensation of her gorge churning inside her.


“Hic hilp, what a gorge,” she slipped her paws under as much of her belly as she could and wobbled it about, “such wondrous, hic hilp, feasting. Everything churning and sloshing inside my big fat, hic hilp, stomach! Never has a fox known, hic hilp, such joy!” She spent a good amount of time rubbing, patting, and generally admiring her much heavier figure. The intoxicating sensation of living such a hedonistic lifestyle too grand and beyond joyful. All these new pleasures flooded toward her in the form of pounds of food converting itself into soft plush gurgling and glorping the more her affection persisted. “Well, hic hilp, considering how magnificently stuffed I am, I believe, hic hilp, its time for a nap.”  


Smacking it some more, she struggled to roll forward; barely able to after pulling herself using her own stomach. Plopping flat on her belly, the fat distributed itself more into her waist and back than it lifted her off the ground. Lucky for her as her hind legs barely touched the floor by the tip of her paws. Ever slowly she waddled back into the forest, hiccuping to the sky with her head held up in pride. Her body played a tune of gluttonous triumph as its sloshes echoed through the trees and overgrowth. She would add to it by purposely wiggling her body time and again just to get out those extra bubbling squelches. It was the most fun she ever had walking back to her burrow, belly dragging itself across the floor and her limbs squishing against the plentiful amount of squishy fur. 


Suddenly like much of that day, yet another peculiar scent caught her attention. She could taste the smell in her mouth, licking the sweet flavors and rubbing her stomach below her at the thought of indulging in its source. Squeezing through trees and belly flattening bushes and flowers she confronted the culprit. A small farm revealed itself beyond the growth in a large clearing with the brilliant rays of the sun bathing the many cows, chickens, and pigs that lived there. They seemed like a peaceful lots all nestled in their pens and coops. But what really caught the fox’s attention was the barn housing a plethora of goodies which she was able to view eggs, milk, and freshly cooked meat all there for her gluttonous pleasure. 


The forces that granted her with more food than she had eaten in years continued to bestow more blessings. She placed both paws to her stomach. Moaning as it grumbled loudly and hiccuping in between. Her woozy face produced a sloppy grin, tiring from the last gorge but eager to dive into this one. “I’ve already gorged on so much, hic hilp. If I eat anymore, hic hilp, I’ll be bigger than those cows.” Leaning back a bit just enough for her to sit on her haunches, she rubbed her paws through the soft luscious fat of her stomach. The elegant feeling of such abundance growing more plentiful after mouthfuls of sustenance proved motivating. The sensation of further overeating and being increasingly overweight was too good of an opportunity to pass up. “Hic hilp, oh well. I don’t mind being a bear bloated after leaving a honey factory! The pleasure of the feast, hic hilp, calls! And my stomach, hic hilp, yearns for it!”


Rolling back onto her stomach, she pulled herself forward as fast as her paws allowed. The other farm animals panicked as this naturally spry predator passed by, which didn’t grab her attention as her mind set itself on one thing only. Grunting as she snailed her way to the barn, sloshing and glorping as she went, she came to a halt by a bale of hay which she rested her back against; joined by a barrel of fully cooked meat, a gallon of milk, and a barrel of eggs. 


Her belly trembled at the thought of overeating once more, which she so happily welcomed. The fat life suited her needs well, as which starving creature of the forest wouldn’t want to indulge in such wonders. Licking her lips she cracked open eggs one by one, gulping the yolks down and savoring the taste. She quickly transitioned to downing dozens within half a minute and scarfed slabs of cooked beef and pork; washing everything down with cool milk. Her mouth never remained empty as it engaged in numerous chewing, lip smacking, and gulping sounds. The sheer weight of her gorge splashing in her belly began quickly reflecting itself. Expanding it outward enough to plump up her bosom, cheeks, limbs and rump. Her body became a shining symbol of her dedication to a life of gluttony.


The other farm animals didn’t know what to think about this hedonistic creature, but they all looked on in awe as she wolfed down copious amounts of food; gradually being overtaken by her stomach and enjoying each moment of it. She was worse than a bloated pig basking in the mud and summer heat after a heavy meal. Practically a white stomach with legs and a patch of orange fuzz, they knew not what to make of her. Certainly not a predator who had come to devour the chickens, but a voracious beast who dwelled in euphoric ecstasy at having an innumerable amount of food fattening her body.  


Finished with what she brought with her to the haybale, she gave a hiccup and smiled upon her gluttonous achievement; head sinking slightly into her shoulders as she was taken aback by the sheer amount of weight she put on. Paws barely able to rest at the top of her gut, it reached up to her head. Her waist and sides of her belly sitting down spread wider than one of the cows from head to tail. The massive weight of her belly stretched out a few feet in front of her, twice as large than when she finished the hot dog carts. Covering her mouth with a paw as she hiccuped again, she couldn’t help but give it a few congratulatory smacks.. 


“What an unstoppable stomach, hic hilp. I don’t think there’s an end to, hic hilp, how wonderfully fat I can get. I’ve already, hic hilp, gorged enough to be ready for ten winters.” Wobbling and sloshing it about, she grunted as she rocked back and forth in order to roll back onto her stomach to eat what remained. Kicking her hindpaws and reaching forward with her forepaws, she was barely able to make, but at a price. Her hind legs no longer touched the ground; suspended mid air by the immense girth of her stomach. It was of no consequence; actually it was quite flattering. To have grown so fat her legs couldn’t touch the floor, it was more than any fox could ever brag about. Tediously she used her forepaws to pull herself to the remainder of her feast. The exercise was an arduous process but the rewards were well worth it. Continuously glutting herself, flexing her throat muscles, stuffing her cheeks, and bloating larger than she could ever dream of. 


Voraciously she chugged milk gallons, spilling some out of her mouth because she couldn’t swallow quick enough. Greedily she crammed meat into her mouth much like the hotdogs and took massive gulps. Lastly she swallowed tons of eggs whole, feeling the shells crack and yolk spill out upon being crushed in her stomach. An hour plentiful gorging passed while glutting herself in this manner; hiccuping and sloshing with each passing second. She was completely oblivious to time and the sheer amount she had eaten. Her drunken craze made eating her only priority, and once finished she couldn’t believe how far she had gotten. Surely she wouldn’t be able to recognize herself if she peered into a pond and compared her reflection to how she began today.


Finding a larger haybale to sleep on, vociferous amount of sloshing erupted as her immensely overfed form rolled over. A tidal wave of white fur jiggled and undulated like jello, all flowing with liquid like consistency thanks to the milk and eggs. The effort caused her to Huff and puff briefly before daintily placing her paws on her titanic stomach. Bloated as high as the haybales were stacked and as wide as the truck in front of the barn, she patted it; her paw sinking deeply into the ocean of white blubber. Her more huskier hiccups sent tremors through her body, producing soft squelches to go with its loud churning. Her legs were nowhere to be seen under her chunky waist, but she could feel them squishing against the sides of her belly. Her bosom greatly squished against her chin, and a grin was barely able to escape her chubby cheeks as the sounds of her digesting gut lulled her to rest. 


“Hic hilp. I’ve done it. I’ve gorged on every feast, hic hilp, this day has thrown at me. I pity anyone, hic hilp, who does not know this feeling of indulgence. To gorge one’s self, to overeat, hic hilp, more than any beast thought possible.This stomach, hic hilp, is a testament to my new life of gluttony. From this day forward, hic hilp, I eat every fox in this world’s weight in food. And this stomach, shall growl to the heavens, as well as reach it. Hic hilp.”


As her eyes drooped with sleep overtaking her, her wandering eye caught something on the right side of the barn. Yawning with her paws kneading her soft blubber, she made out images of several barrels of apples, strawberries, grapes, and turnips sitting across from her. She was barely able to form a grin through her chubby cheeks, with blurry thoughts in her head contemplated gorging herself further. As her stomach grumbled, she lifted a paw and smacked it. Sloshing it and jiggling it, all before she let out a final moan before passing out.