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Day One... Off by the edge of a generic vegetable farm, a soft rustling came from the bushes beyond the wooden fence. A rather small set of antlers, six points specifically, popped up, followed by the sly grin of a young buck. Bucky watched off in the distance as a whining foxhound was tied in the back of a truck "Enjoy the vet Randy... Or should I say Ronda?" He snickered and hopped the fence, pulling up his baggy jeans as he stepped confidently towards the barn. The slender deer hadn't even opened the door and he was already drooling on his loose, worn out, rock band t-shirt from the smell of the massive harvest within. Bucky stood just before the huge wooden entrance-way, short white tail vibrating in anticipation.

He pulled the barn door open and slipped inside, shutting it behind him. watching the farmers bring in the harvest for weeks, the white tail deer knew well what was waiting within those brilliant red and white doors, but even then it had him in awe, frozen in place, hand still pushing the already closed door, his eyes and mouth slowly opened to their widest apertures, the barn was crammed wall to wall with hundreds of bushels and barrels, each with a red and white check linens covering the fragile treasures within. Slack jaw sliding too a sly grin "Thank you farmer Benson..." he walked over to the first bushel with a jovial bounce in his step and tore back the linen.

"TOMATOES! ALRIGHT!!!" grabbing an arm-full he hopped on to a sealed barrel and rubbed one into the brown fur on his arm, giving it a shine which lasted only the half second journey to his maw, where it exploded between his teeth. The overzealous bite took half of the over-ripe orb, filling his cheeks to capacity as he bit off more to fill his already overflowing mouth. Juice ran down his neck while he swallowed, a solid piston of juicy beefsteak forcing its way down his throat. "gruh... one tomato two tomat..." he slammed into another one "...oh..." he forced more in, doing his best to stretch it all into his bulging cheeks.

Bucky continued stuffing himself, eating mechanically, allowing each new bite to force the next swallow down. As he ate he closed his eyes blissfully, seeds, pulp, and juices staining his shirt as it started to show a slight bulge. Bucky took the last two of the red fruit from his once overflowing armful, one in each hand, and pound them down as fast as he can. the last of the partially chewed pulp hit his stuffed gut like a fist. he lay back across a second cask "Nine tomato... ten..." *Burrrrappp* he patted his swollen belly, brushing off some of the pulverized vegetable matter.

"Guh... I think I ate enough..." he pushed himself into a sitting position, "...tomatoes tonight..." Tail vibrating once more he walked down the aisle formed by various crates and containers, grabbing another linen at random "CORN!! Aw... oh, corn..." he picked up an ear and peeled it, taking a bite he looked around for his next target "I need something easier to eat..." idly scraping the surface the ear in hand with his teeth he turned to the box across from the bushel of corn and pulled off the lid. "That's better"

Tossing the partially eaten corn cob away he reached into the box and pulled out the golden delight contained within. "I can't believe it's butternut squash..." the particularly lame reference once more heard by no-one he proceeded once more indulge in the demolition of fine quality produce. Crunching noisily into the buttery gord he tugged at his soggy shirt, still loose on his bulging belly but sitting funny none the less, he attributed it to the tomato juice currently staining it. Having to chew the squash more thoroughly than the soft tomatos, it would take him long to eat, but he was contented to enjoy the the warm, fresh flavor.

Leaning against the box of squash, bucky used the dark gold veggies curved neck like a handle, working it over in a manner not too far off from the way a barbarian would handle a mutton joint. Almost finished with the first squash his hand fell into the crate for a second, a definitive pot belly beginning to form on his otherwise scrawny form on his otherwise scrawny person. Tossing the neck of the first demolished gord, he allowed his hand to fall on his filling belly while he tore into the next. he rubbed circles through the ragged gray shirt, the fabrics friction warming his fur and the slightly tighter skin within.

Even through all the tomatoes and the first squash his gluttonous stuffing continued, mouthful after jam packed mouthful forced down by the next cheek filling chomp into the veggies. picking up a third squash he thumped his expanding paunch with two fingers, then a squash in the crate, relishing as they made the same hollow sound. "*Urrrp* still got room if you ask me..." he groaned slightly "Well maybe if..." he picked up another squash and started into it, pulling at his belt at the same time, letting it out a notch he patted at the domed expanse forming over it "Definitely more room now..."

Chipping away at the third squash with renewed vigor Bucky tossed its remnants, grabbed two more, and ventured further into the barn. Idly munching one squash and tapping the other on what was pushing the boundaries of the potbelly spectrum, the gluttonous deer resumed perusing the farmers wares, waiting for something to catch his attention. Stopping at one of the taller bushels, he tossed the depleted squash before grabbing the other in both hands and giving it his full attention. Mouthful after glorious bulging mouthful, his cheeks were actually hurting a bit from his effort to cram more in, almost becoming a caricature of a future be-fit for someone with such eating habits.

Spinning the curved neck of the squash like a mock gun before letting it drop, Bucky fell gently against a cask behind him and let both hands fall on his tightening belly. He rubbed gently at the taught surface, brushing some squash pulp left from his last victim off. He pulled at his ragged shirt, now showing evidence of tightness at his new equator. every time he raised his arms up, it would slide over his tummy and stick, held in place around his widest point and bunching up around the top. letting it continue to ride over top of his belly, he instead focus on cleaning the pulp and juice off his muzzle, by wiping it into the ragged short sleeves of his shirt.

"What's next on the menu farmer Benson?" The whitetail asked to no one in particular, pulling the cover off the tall bushel across from him, he mustered the best game show host voice he could. "A bushel of APPLES!" he licked his lips at the first REAL fruit of the meal, not considering the tangy slightly bitter tomatoes as such, even though he liked them all the same. "Now YOU..." He lifted a bright yellow, golden delicious example into the light streaming in the loft opening. "Are a real fruit..." He hadn't even bother to polish it just straight to his busy mouth, always talking or eating, though he had elected to be quiet for a while.

In three good bites bucky had cleaned the first apple to its core, then decided even that was too good to waste, chomped that in half and finally pulled the stem off through his teeth. Even with a whole apple filling that busy maw he took TWO MORE bites from a second. The now grossly overfed dear decided it was most efficient to just stand over the bushel as he demolished it. already on a fourth golden orb, he used two fingers that weren't holding a piece of fruit to pull his shirt down, the stained T now struggling to contain the now gut that was becoming something of an orb itself.

Apple after apple, and not a drop of juice wasted, was having notable effects on both Bucky's waistline and appetite. First the action of reaching lower and lower was causing his shirt to twist and ride higher and higher over his tight paunch, and second he was slowing down as he was feeling fuller and fuller. A dozen and a half apples in, his round belly finally stopped him from dipping low enough to reach the apples at their depleted level. Once more leaning against the cask across from the bushel, tail once more vibrating albeit slightly slower than before, Bucks slapped heartily with both hands what's was now most definitely a tightly packed gut.

"Man, I've never eaten so good in my entire life..." he Hefted the great swollen ball a couple of times and slapped twice more in edifice of his gluttonous actions. "Man your getting big Bucky boy..." He hefted and slapped it once more. "Hope the ladies don't mind a stud with a bit of a deer gut." he snorted at his own joke, though quickly grabbed at his muzzle when the snort came off as more of a piggish grunt. "Well, now that I'm all done eating..." he sauntered up and around the corner, stopping at one of the largest boxes in the room, and pulled off the sheet covering it. His mouth dropped open once more."I'll eat a little more..."

Pumpkins, dozens of them, each between what Bucky gauged to be between five and seven pounds each, some more than that. He licked his lips once more, but his belly could only protest. " Come on now... do you remember the last time we ate?" he hefted his gut once more to another gurgle "and I mean before today.." he gave it a couple more slaps in derision "Fine then, I'll do it without you..." he grinned broadly, both because of the brilliant orange globe in his hands, and because his stomach didn't have a choice. he was fully aware his victory was purely imagined, but he still counted it. Turning to another crate with a wooden lid, he hefted himself up and polished the orange ball of ripe fruit with his elbow.

Smiling briefly at the waxy orange surface, he caved it in with the side of his fist, and proceeded to devour it. Noisily crunching into the hard shell he took his time to enjoy the mellow flavor before dipping further into the stringy innards. Forced to take more in each mouthful than previously due to the stringy nature of the gord. After one particularly large swallow he was forced to moan, the uncomfortable, over-full feeling was replaced with a sharp pain, which quickly leveled off into a dull ache. one hand held the pumpkin against his side, cradling its smooth curve, the other cradled an equally smooth curve formed by his belly.

Swallowing the rest of the mouth-full he panted heavily and patted his gut as gently as he could. "Okay..." he switched to a soothing circular rubbing motion "...I'll tell you what..." he stopped and gently patted it again. "We finish this, and we'll come back as often as we can before they take this stuff to sell next week..." he groaned again before letting out a low *Braaaaaap* He grinned and gave it hearty slap (which he immediately regretted) "Now thats what I'm talking about!" he reached around and let his belt out, losing his grip and just letting his gut roll out.

Munching idly on the shell he worked on a strategy for the stringy innards, still having roughly six pounds of fruit in both hands he couldn't just bolt it like he had on that first mouthful, so he decided to take nibbles and fill his maw with whatever went with them. Aside from his initial problems he was enjoying it immensely, he was also enjoy the idea of the word immense. Balancing the pumpkin between his chewing mouth and his hand he reached down and around for his bellybutton. It was starting to flatten a bit over his tightly stuffed gut, definitely more shallow than he remembered.

In his daydreaming Bucky had literally bitten off more than he could chew, and was forced to swallow several whole bites of stringy pumpkin gut into his gut which was now resembling a prize pumpkin. He felt the taught surface of his produce filled front swell ever so slightly and his bellyache amplify all the more. Setting the remaining half of the pumpkin down with a thump, he lay back and placed both hands wide open on his belly "Oahhhnn*urp*nnnnnn" He just lay and held it, trying to keep it from what he thought might be that point of rupture."

"Come on no... *ohhh*" he forced himself up "You have to expect to be stuffed like a turkey *Burrrap* if you wanna get fat like a pig" The overstuffed deer rubbed the tender surface of the stretched dome, reaching once more for the half gord. He dropped his careful eating and just dove in, the strands of the flesh fell from his mouth like an overflowing mouthful of spaghetti. with every swallow the pumpkin shrank and his belly and the ache within grew. Less than a quarter remained and Bucky was running on fumes. swallowing another mouthful he *OAHNNNNN*ed again

"Come on skinny, you might like being skinny, but I'm through with the cold and hungry" he powered through the last of it, inch after bulging inch selling out in front of him with every mouthful. He shoved the last of the empty shell in, forcing the partially chewed mouthful back and down. he swallowed, and the button on his short popped off, again, and the zipper undid itself. All the remained was the unchewed shell attached to the stem. he chewed it, slowly and surely, so that no hard bits would have to go down this final gulp. Pulling the stem out he lay back and held his gut in with both hands.

*Glorp* followed by an audible *creeeeak* and a thump as his head hit the wood. Tongue lagging out of his mouth he pulled a dopey grin and just let his hands lay, applying a slight pressure just in case. "Okay..." he breathed slow "...did I go too far?" he let off a little and the pain increased tenfold. "Oh I think I did..." Looking up at the loft the sky was getting dark "Oh belly, we have to go..." he pushed one hand to the middle as wide as he could spread it, and slid the second off gently as possible, and pushed slowly into a sitting position. Stretch Marks were just starting to appear across the taught surface.

sliding off the crate he bowed his back as far as he clod, releasing his pressing all the while. everything stayed as it was and he breathed a sigh of relief and just held it there for a moment. "What do you say we go home and dream about what we'll eat tomorrow huh..." he slapped it again, and froze from the shock. "Lets not do that again anytime soon huh?" he waddled slowly to the door, careful of sharp crate corners and wire bushel handles. "how about tomorrow we go for two pumpkins?" he grinned, held his medicine ball belly at arms length and waddled widely back into the woods.