"Coming through!"

Far stepped out of the way just in time to let two freshmen slip and run past him. Judging from the mess they were making, they had just gotten done wrestling in a wading pool full of chocolate pudding. He sighed and carefully made his way past the slippery tracks they left; as shy as the drake was, he was absolutely not dealing with embarrassing himself by falling on his fuzzy blue butt in front of everyone tonight.

It was packed with people and he had long lost the one friend who convinced him to go among them. Slipping his way past person after person and clumsily bumping into wolves and foxes and dragons, he finally found an open spot on the couch. Considering the recent weight he had put on since starting at university, he was happy to not have to squeeze in next to anyone. He plopped down, and just as he was taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he heard a voice. "Mind if I sit there?"

It was not enough space for two, but before Far could even respond he found himself scooting over to let the hyena next to him sit. As fuzzy as the drake was, most of the time it was easy to hide a few pounds here and there, especially since it went to all the right places. But despite his own fluff, the hyena was very obviously, very trim. It was the sort of body that made Far just a little bit more self-conscious, especially when pressed up so tightly. He was expecting some snide remark about his own soft physique and was taken by surprise at the red solo cup pressed up to his face. "What?"

The hyena kept pressing until Far finally took it into his own paw. "I said, thanks for the seat! And I saw you didn't have a drink, so I got an extra."

Far took a sip appreciatively.  "T-thanks. I know it's pretty tight, if you want me to get up -- "

"No, that's alright. Between the pudge and the floof, you're actually more comfortable than this piece of shit sofa." And then, without even knowing his name, the hyena actually snuggled up to him. Far was starting to get the impression that this guy might be a little drunk. 

"Um, thanks?" He felt the need to rebuff the pudge comment. "I know I've put on a few.. I'm not usually this big, but.."

The hyena finished his drink and tossed the cup to the side. "Shhh, tubby. Just keep being comfortable." He put his paw on the inside of Far's thigh and cuddled up a little bit more. In the middle of the party, with people looking on. His limited social experience was failing him - he had no idea if he was being made fun of or being hit on at this point. 

The next hour did little very little to clear up his confusion. The hyena, still unnamed, dragged the bewildered Far up dance and spent half the time making fun of his skills, dragging him back in when he moved to leave, then grinding up. By the end of the night and with more than a few drinks in him, even though the hyena had kept him by his side all night, he was still surprised that he took the drake's paw and pulled him outside to leave together. Together, they bumbled along to a late night pizza shop. Temporarily uninhibited by the alcohol, Far ordered two, three, four slices of pizza at his companion's prodding. Even after that, the hyena caught him still staring wistfully at the counter. "Wait here," he said.

He came back with a pint of ice cream balanced on top of a large, steaming hot pizza. He took Far by the wrist again. "You're just my type, Far. Cute and chubby. I'm Mai. Come back to my place and let's see you finish all of this off."

The drake was at least glad to have his confusion finally resolved without doubt. But there was hesitation -- he had never gone home with a boy like this before and he was embarrassed about the fact that he was still hungry. And why did he want to watch him eat? It was embarrassing. Then, his eyes drifted over the self-assured smile of the hyena, his hot body, and the food...

He was undressed, in bed, and halfway through the carton of ice cream before he realized that he had made his choice.

They fell in together easily, naturally. Even though Mai was two years ahead, they saw each other almost every day. Far really enjoyed their time together: Mai was fun, smart and handsome. Unfortunately for Far, however, he was very good at getting what he wanted. From that first night, it was obvious to Mai that Far's insatiable and voracious appetite was only held back by the thin thread of his self-control and, perhaps, the physical capacity of his rather meager stomach. Both could be rectified.

Meal after meal, Far found himself face to face with foods he loved. The drake had no idea how, but Mai could almost tell the things he was craving. The sorts of foods that, when put in front of him, he wouldn't be able to control himself with. In the past, he had sometimes gone the long way around town to avoid walking past the burger hut or doughnut store; because he knew the temptation would be too great. Now these things were delivered to him by a hot guy who spent the whole time rubbing over his body, kissing him, and making him feel good about himself. It was no wonder his weight skyrocketed.

It didn't take long until Far realized that it wasn't just because of Mai, anymore. Even on weekends where the hyena was away, Far found himself ordering delivery in quantities he wouldn't have dreamed about before. It became a common occurrence to pass out on the sofa, with homework undone and the TV blasting, boxes and wrappers scattered around.

By the end of the semester, the changes were too incredible to be ignored.  Far shuffled into the last class of the semester a full hundred pounds heavier from when he joined. It was all fat and with his big, round belly, plumped-up rear end and thick love handles, it was impossible to think otherwise. Every time Far started tricking himself into believing as he did before, that his fluff would serve to hide the new pounds, he caught the reflection of his new body and all illusions were shattered. 

In that last English class, he snacked on cupcake after cupcake Mai had baked for him, taking no notes and losing himself in the food as always. When everyone started to get up, he licked the frosting off his paws and tried to follow suit. He soon found that between his bloated belly and his fat ass, he was unable to squeeze himself out. The drake turned bright red when he realized he was stuck.  A helpful ewe noticed Far struggling against his own fat and offered to help, but before he could respond, her boyfriend swept her aside. "Come on babe, let this fat fuck figure it out himself. Didn't you see him stuff himself all class long? The chair is probably about to bust under his fat ass anyway."

Far struggled, recovered his breath, and struggled more, but it was no use. He looked around for help, finally, but there was only one student left way in front. It was Mai, and he had his camera out and a big grin on his face. 

"I have to agree with that guy. That chair is probably about to bust. What do you think?"

Far pouted. "Come on, honey. Help me out of here?" Mai started to walk up. "I can't believe I've gotten too big for these chairs, it's so humiliating."

Mai came up to Far's bulging side and dropped his backpack heavily on the drake's desk. Like everything else, it made him jiggle. Mai leaned down and kissed the fuzzy love handle exposed to him. Far looked down with serious eyes and said, "You've gotta help me lose a few pounds, Mai. I've gotten enormous. My parents are gonna kill me. I can't fit in chairs. I can't even.."

"Look in the backpack." The hyena kept kissing and snuggling himself up to the chub.

Far hesitated. He knew what was in the bag and he couldn't deal with it right now. When he finally looked inside,  like expected, it was absolutely filled to the brim with cupcakes, brownies, and all sorts of homemade treats. Plus a half-gallon of heavy cream. "No, I can't." Silence. "No, come on. It's not fair."

Mai smiled to himself when the sound of protests turned into the sound of the fatass drake lifting his paws to his mouth and moaning. They hyena stood and moved behind the desk to whispering hot words of lustful encouragement into Far's ears as he ate.

"Come on, fat boy. You say you want to lose weight, but I know you can't resist yourself around food. You're a pig, you know that? You should just accept it." He kissed at the nape of his boyfriend's neck, his paw running through his headfur and along his horns as he binged. "Everyone else in this class has watched you eat. Day in and day out, shoveling treats into that chubby face of yours. They've watched you get oh, so deliciously fat. Too fat to get out of this chair, in fact. "

Far began to protest from behind a mawful of cake but was quickly silenced. "So what's happening now is that you are going to eat until you burst out of this desk. And then when your bare butt is on the floor jiggling, I'm going to fuck you. Eat, fatass."

Far closed his eyes tight, his face red, and just focused on the food. He was ashamed at how turned on he was by this, this display of unrepentant gluttony. He felt paws slide all over his body, squeezing and making his rolls jiggle. He felt Mai move, and then he felt warm, wet tongue kiss against the bottom of his bloated belly, under the desk. He kept eating, savoring the rich chocolate, sugar and butter sliding down his throat. He almost choked when he felt lips slide around his chubby member, already hard and so, so hidden beneath his belly, thighs and his desk. The tightness was so uncomfortable and it was so hard to move, but he just kept stuffing himself, moaning and eating, eating and grunting, belching, licking fingers, searching for more treats, getting sucked but unable to even move his hips because they're so locked in, until it finally happened.

The table part of the desk snapped and came loose, and Far with it. Surprised by his sudden mobility, he slipped and fell onto the floor, the bag emptying itself of the remaining treats on top of him. He looked up, vulnerable and fatter than ever, his big belly rising into the air and saw the hyena over him with his cock at attention. Far didn't have to move, because as usual, Mai did all the work. He started eating again from what treats had fallen onto his belly when he felt his big, fat thighs being lifted up. It was more than he, himself could do anymore. He grunted and nearly swallowed a cupcake whole when he felt Mai's cock slide inside him and he relished the out-of-control feel of his body quivering as he got fucked. He felt his fuzzy tits bounce against his face, his big belly slosh from side to side and his boyfriend's taught body pound against his wide, chubby rump. When Far finally felt the thick release inside him, felt his insides explode, he realized just how full he really was. Packed full of junk food and cum, he reached orgasm himself, all over his belly until he was a mess of fat, crumbs, sweat and cum. Mai was unscathed. It was only when they went to leave with the drake a huge mess, did Far realize that students had been gathering behind the door, staring through the window to watch the fat pig do what he did best.

The next semester didn't go much better for Far. Despite protest after protest wanting to lose weight, he just was unable to follow through. He was too hooked on food to give it up. Moderation meant starvation. The only thing he knew anymore was excess, and Mai was no help at all.

By the time Far saw his parents again, he was almost triple the drake that had left for college. There was shock and awe. His parents almost cried seeing at how fat he had let himself get. He could barely even make it up stairs anymore; the mere effort got him sweating up a storm. He was almost failing out of school because he didn't stop eating long enough to study. He ignored classes that he couldn't drive up to and dropped anything that conflicted with his three hour lunches. When his parents caught him sitting in front of the fridge at 1am on the first night, literally shoveling food into his face, they said, no more.

Finally Far called Mai in tears, and in a few hours his boyfriend was knocking on the door. He came in to see Far sitting on the couch, almost crying, looking fat as fuck, with his belly filling up his lap and his butt filling up half the sofa. Almost immediately, he was confronted. "Are you the guy who did this to my son? Look at him! He's fucking enormous! What did you say? What have you done?!"

Mai was quiet and forceful. "I didn't do anything to him. Your son just can't handle himself around food. He's got no strength of will. He can't resist it at all. He was always going to get this fat. He's just too weak not too. All I'm doing is enjoying the ride."

His parents were flabbergasted. "Come on, Far. Get your fat ass in my car. We're leaving."

And that was it. Far spent the rest of the summer in Mai's air conditioned house, sitting on his steadily growing behind and eating. Pizza, lasagna, video games, sheet cake, TV, burgers. It was a blur of food and entertainment you didn't have to move to enjoy. One day, after a long morning of innumerable fried egg and cheese sandwiches, he noticed Mai was all dressed up with backpack. Far grunted, "What are you all dressed up for?"

"First day of class, fatass. Didn't realize it was September already?"

The drake panicked and tried to get to his feet, so he could also get dressed. What actually happened was that he flailed around on the couch for a little bit before getting too exhausted, then slowly heaved his massive body up. When standing, he wiped the sweat off his brow and started to waddle off before being stopped.

"Now, what exactly do you think you're doing?"

"Getting *huff* ready! I gotta go to class too!"

Mai put his paws on either side of the drake's beige-colored belly. "Oh, and what classes are you taking?"

"Umm, well.."

"You didn't even enroll, you lazy fuck. You're not a student anymore. And even if you were, how are you getting to class? You're gonna walk there? Let's see you walk to the bedroom, lardbutt."

The hyena smacked the massive, round globe of the drake's rump and got him sloshing and waddling off. By the time he made it there, he was already wheezing and panting. His back ached. "I.. *pant* I can still go..."

"Oh? You're not gonna fit in a single seat there, tubby. Do you even realize how big you've gotten?" He closed the bedroom door and revealed the full length mirror to force Far into looking at his body. 

He was so, so wide! His belly was wider than the mirror in front of him. Big, soft and round, it hung down over his crotch and rolled over most of his thighs. Thick, fuzzy pillows of chestrolls rested on top and wrapped around him. He had lost all trace of a neck and as he could see the rolls on his upper arms bounce. Almost astounded, he turned to the side and was presented the profile of his huge, rounded rump with his big, fat, fuzzy tail draped heavily over it. Experimentally, he lifted up the sides of his belly and dropped it. It was something he did often, but he never watched how he moved when he did it: sloshing around, quivering, blubber moving and shaking all over. How could he have packed so much fat on? How could he have let himself go so badly?

"You're starting to realize it, huh? You're too fat, now. You've eaten yourself absolutely enormous, pig. You're too fat to be a student, but that's okay. Who would hire anyone as hugely obese, as massive as you? You can barely even move those huge thighs past each other anymore. All you do is eat. You know, it's been a week since you even got into the shower? I can smell you from here.  You reek of sweat and cum and food. I can see crumbs all over. I wouldn't be surprised if you had a cheeseburger buried between some of those rolls. And you're such a fat fucking slob, you'd probably even eat it if you found it."

Far was still staring at himself in the mirror. He could barely reach around his belly and there was no way in hell he could reach his crotch. "What.. what am I gonna do? I don't think I can stop anymore."

Mai opened the door again and helped the drake back into his spot on the couch. The relief was evident on Far's face as the pressure on his lower back and feet were relieved. "What are you gonna do? There's only one option for you from here on out, whale. Eat. Delivery will be here in 20 minutes."

That morning was really the turning point.  After that, he had nowhere else to go. There was nothing else for him but food. He watched his body take up more and more of his view with every passing week, but it didn't slow his eating. Even when getting him to cum became an hour long expedition for Mai that involved heaving up fat rolls and pushing back big sections of fuzzy, quivering blubber so thick and sweaty with weeks of cum and sweat that the poor guy almost needed a gas mask, Far just kept on shoveling it down.

It wasn't long before he was permanently anchored to the ground, too fat to even move. At first it was just his legs. They were too weak, too atrophied to carry around his enormous figure anymore. So he finally just gave up, and spread them wide to accommodate the never-ending inflow of lard. After that, it was his belly. Months of nonstop consumption, shoveling pie after pie into his face with reckless abandon slowly expanded that massive dome in all directions. Meters and meters and meters around, eventually most of his enormous thighs and fat knees were smothered.

By the time Mai graduated, conversations with Far had become little more than a serious of grunts, belches, and weak demands for more food. He was the fattest thing Mai had ever seen, and he just could not stop eating. His forearms, sticking comically out of the most ridiculously huge, blubbery upper arms rolls were the only thing Far could move anymore, and all they did was bring food to his face. It wasn't uncommon to see the drake tip a five gallon bucket full of macaroni and cheese to his mouth and just let it all slide down his gullet, not even chewing or swallowing. Just pouring the calories and fat directly into his stomach, to be churned into more lard.

Sponge baths were common at first, but there was just too much of him to clean and Far was happy to just sit in his own filth. Sweat constantly poured down his body. Every inch of him, every roll was slick with it. Remnants of the never-ending meal that occupied his every waking moment spilled in crumbs and sauce and cheese all over his chest and belly. Belches constantly churned out of his stomach and were second only to the titanic farts that his enormous rear end would produce.  He couldn't stop any of it anymore.

He was a slob. He was motivation to eat a salad instead of a burger. Wives could point to him to guilt their pudgy husbands to go to the gym more often. Mai occasionally paraded some of his chubbier friends in front the drake as a cautionary tale, and all it would take would be a room-shattering belch or the nastiest, rumbling fart any of them had experience to go back on a diet. That, he warned, was what happened when you ate, without caring about anything, when your laziness took over entirely. That was Far.

And he just kept getting fatter.

One day, long after the drake had lost the use of even his arms to feed himself, and was little more than a ball of quaking, sweaty, fuzzy blubber, Mai was feeding him bucket after bucket of fried chicken. He paused, and let his paws trace along the curve of Far's oversized cheeks, up to his headfur and along his horns - the only thing on his body still hard. "I knew you had this in you the whole time, Far. I can't believe you've let yourself go so much. You're the biggest, fattest, laziest thing I've ever seen. You are barely anything but fat at this point. It's insane what you've done to yourself.  And you still want more, don't you?"

Mai waved the drumstick in front of Far's fat face and watched his eyes follow it. He wheezed heavier, gasping, finally able to get enough breath to make the word, "Food"

"I know, you fucking pig. Food. There will always be more food."