FSE

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What will you do with me?

By. T1F

Introduction

"Alright, so what did you want?"

"Okay, so you know how I told you about my boyfriend, Shane?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"I wanted to tell you the story. How it all began. Your the only one I can trust when it comes to telling secrets."

"Oh, good! I always wanted to know how you got so fat!"

Alright, here we go... Where to start...

Chapter 1

I sat their, alone and hungry. Nobody looked at me as they passed by to their jobs and families where they could be happy. Me, I was a hobo. I just sat their, hoping someone would hand over a few bucks or any kind of food or clothes. I cried every night regreting the decisions I made, resulting to me being a sad depressed loner on the streets. I didn't even ask for change. I just watched as they walked on by, and some even laughed at me. It was sad, indeed. Actually, someone came up to me and tried to lend me some money, but his wallet ws empty. He looked at me, "Sorry, I don't have any money to give you. Good luck out there..." What really pissed me off is that I couldv'e sworn I heard change rattling in his pockets. It sounded like a lot of change.

I'm just a fox, and that's all I'll ever be. I used to be a hobo fox with his dirty now browninsh fur and thin and skinny body, but now I am a normal fox with his clean orange fur and a nice and big belly. Me and my new mate are happy together in our little house. He feeds me, I reward him with cuddles. It's such a wonderful feeling when he feeds me, and I know he likes it when he snuggles up close with my round stomach, and I like it, too. We both love each other very much, and we are both happy. Whats that you say? You don't know what happened? Let me tell you a story. It all started four months ago...

There I was, lying there, weak, sad and hungry. I felt like I was gonna die. It enraged me on the inside knowing people are so selfish and don't care if someone is dying right before their eyes. I mean, what did they think? Someone else was gonna help me? They hoped I would die? I mean, ugh... So jacked up. It was the end of me from there. I just sat their, almost falling asleep even though it was three o'clock in the afternoon. I couldn't take it anymore. I actually came up with a plan to kill myself, but that was way too hard. So, it was either starve to death, or find something else. But really, there was no other option at the time. All I could think about was my family, and how they hated me for everything I had done. But only half of it was my fault.

Soon enough, I passed out, slowly dying on the inside. I could feel my body shutting down as my hunger took me down. I held a bottle in one hand, just in case I could find resource of water. But, it had also been a long time since I have had one little sip of water. It hadn't even rained. The weather was too perfecct for me. It was always sunny, and it hurt my eyes as the sun shined over me. I then moved to my secret shaded spot, where I was alone, unknown to the people who roam the sidewalk. The botte began to roll out of my hand as I began to lose my life. I thought for sure I was dead. I even felt like I couldn't breath. But, just then, I could slightly open my eyes. Everything was blurry and everything echoed as my hearing muted. I could see someone, looking down at me, then slowly reaching his/her arms at me. I was scared at first, but then I couldn't as the world stopped. The bottle rolled out of my hand as I began to let go...

I drowsily opened my eyes, trying to make out the object in front of me. I was in a bed, a very soft bed. To what I have been on, that bed was like magic. The blankets were also amazingly soft and perfect. The pillows were, too. I didn't wake up with any back pains, neck pains or any kind of pains! I lifted myself up, and yawned, stretching my arms out. I was still awfully skinny, yet I wasn't starving anymore. The object in front of me was a note. I picked it up, unfolded it, and read it...

'Let me explain what's going on. I took you off the streets once I noticed you. You looked horrible! I took you to my house where I can clothe you, help you can feed you all the food you want! There should be some new clothes folded on the empty space beside you. Once you are dressed, come on downstairs. I will be making breakfast for the both of us. We can also talk then, too!'

"Then what happened?"

I looked to the right and saw the folded clothes the stranger was talking about. I could already smell the food from downstairs. Since I haven't actually had any real food in a long time, I had no idea what it was. It smelt familiar, though. I got out of bed, only to find I was in the same dirty hobo clothes I was in on the streets. I groaned, and began to take my clothes off. Then, I moved into my new clothes, and I felt wonderful. Instead of dirty ripped brownish jeans, I had normal blue jeans with an actual color! Instead of a boring tore up redish brownish shirt, I had a normal bright blue shirt. I even got my own hat! I put it on, and I felt amazing. It had a picture of the Half Life 2 logo on it! I felt special already!

I walked on downstairs, trying to find my new 'friend'. As I walked, the smell got stronger and stronger. It pulled me in like a magnet. Before I was kicked out of my house, I had a fetish for eating. When I had the chance, I would sneak into the kitchen and get a little snack, or maybe even a whole meal. My mom never found out until she woke up in the middle of the night and caught me eating a burger. The package was new, too. I would usually blame my brother, since he also had a fetish for eating but never would sneak out at night to eat. It felt horrible blaming him, but I eventually got used to it. Some of that bonus eating resulted in me getting pretty chubby, but I lost that weight when I was kicked out. Blaming my brother was only part of getting me kicked out.

I followed the scent of pure bliss until I found my fox friend. he turned around and looked at me, "Oh, I see you are awake. Sorry for sweeping you from the streets and all." I laughed, "Heh, no no. Thank you. I thought I was gonna die out there."

"So, what's your name?"

"Thomas."

"My name is Shane, it's a pleasure to meet you at last."

"Why did you save me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

I chuckled, "Everyone is so god damn selfish out there, man. It's all pass by and don't give a fuck when you walk on the streets. I don't know why, but it's annoying. Don't get lost on the streets. You WILL hate it." Shane nodded his head, "I'll do my best." he said, finishing up making breakfast. He was making pancakes. Ahh, I remember pancakes. Shane makes them like he was born to do it. They are just so soft and perfect, and so tasty. He's not only good at making pancakes, but he is just basically a good cook and baker. It's incredible how he does it. While he was feeding me, I asked how he made the pancakes so good. He replied with, "I always add a special ingredient." To this day, I don't know what the special ingredient is.

Shane then asked, "What would you like? Pancakes, waffles, doughnuts, bacon, sausage, pretty much every breakfast food in the world. I could get you a glass of milk, or coffee, or anything else. I also got cereal if you want." I just sat there, thinking on what he just asked me. I laughed, "Why do you want to give me all this food and stuff?" Shane looked at me funny, "Because... I. don't. want you to get hungry, or starve to death! heheh... Like you almost did out there." I looked at him. Shane sounded like he was making it up. Just before I said something, my stomach growled, and I began to have stomach pains, but only tiny ones. I had the same issue on the streets. I would have these random pains. If I didn't eat something fast, It would get stronger. It would take an hour for it to stop by itself, but from the pain keeping you off track, it felt like days. I would usually prevent the pains with some garbage or something. Sometimes, I would rather have pains instead of eating tissues and cans.

"I'll take everything."

Shane gave me a very happy smile as his tail wagged in delight. He then got out a bunch of plates and pilled them up with many foods and pastires. He also just gave me one giant milkshake. He watched as he served the food like a pro. He just pushed them onto plates and then swung himself near the table and flung it next to me without anything spilling. It's like what you would see in cartoons. After a minute of serving the food, it was all prepared. I thought I would be having a meal, but instead I was having a feast. About over twenty plates in front of me, I stared at it all. I was amazed at how much he cooked. I just stared at him in surprise, "How did you-" then my stomache growled again, as the pains began to really kick in. I didn't care how he made the food. I began to chow down into the breakfast feast.

Shane watched as I ate with delight. It was the most amazing experience back then. It was like trying it for the first time, even though I tried it long ago when I still lived in my parents house. I was having the time of my life eating that food. Like I said, the pancakes were soft and delightful, slathered in butter and maple syrup. I could feel the pains disipate as the food fell into my belly. Shane's tail continued to wag as he looked like he was proud of his work. I looked at him, and I smiled, "Well, Shane *smack* this has got to be *chew* the best food *mmm* I have ever had *gulp*" then I continued to feast. He then looked even happier then he was before. Seriously, I never thought anyone could look so happy. His mouth was so happy it was the shape of a complete C. His tail was wagging quite fast and rapidly that I couldn't even see it moving. It was crazy. Well, atleast I made him happy for something.

As I began to chow into my third plate of food, sausage, bacon, toast and eggs, I noticed the pains had dissapeared, and my horrifying skinny body was, too! My body was what you would call 'slim', and instead of curving into my body, it made a flat plank. It felt good to be back to normal. My tail began to wag, too. Shane was delighted to be of my assisstance, and he still is to this day. I decided to take a break really quick, "Phew, that was quite some meal." Shane then looked dissapointed, "You aren't done yet, are you? There's still so much left!" I put my feet on the table, "I'm not done. I guess I'm getting kinda full, that's all. *BURP*"

"Ooh, this is gonna get good!"

"Just keep listening, it really does..."

Chapter 2

I guess being on the streets affected my manners. I lived like a racoon, always looking for trash and scittered around town looking for any food left on the ground or just anything salvagable. Then, I took my feet off of the table, and asked, "Do you mind if I move to the living room and continue to eat there?" Shane's tail then picked up speed, "Oh, yeah. Sure, of course you can. Feel free to ask for anything if you need something!" I smiled, "Can you help me move the food to the living room?" Shane's smile grew even wider, "Yes yes yes!" Why was he so excited, so happy? It even scared me. Was he gonna kill me? Was the food poisoned? Was the couch in the living room rigged with an explosive?! Was he insane?! Then I notice I had to keep my cool. He was happy to help, that was all.

So, I went to the living room hand free and he carried the food without struggle. He made it look easy, but if there was a championship for food balancing, he would be the winner. I mean, he can carry with his tail, I can't. He can carry a single dish with a claw, I obviously cannot. He can do it with his, now noticing belly. He was quite chubby now that I was actually looking. He leaned back and carried about two dished across his gut. Now that I was paying attention, I had this urged feeling that I just wanted to topple onto him and cuddle with him. I could imagine him hovering his hands across my future fat hips and rubbing my soft large belly. Then I snapped out of my dream land and noticed the dishes in front of me. Then, my belly let out another vicouse growl. Shane looked at me and sat next to me. It was time to make dreams come true.

I reached out for a plate with an egg and chese omelete with a side of buttered toast. I got out a fork, cut off a piece of the omelete, and put it in my mouth. As a kid, I was always very picky. I would say no to things I have never tried, and I would always be sent to my room without dinner when I refused to eat something. I tried an omelete before, but I said it was gross when it wasn't even that bad. So, I tried Shane's omelete, and boy did I want to slap my kid self across the face! I couldn't stop eating that omelete. Before I demolished it, I decided to give a try at the toast. I put it into my mouth, and I had a very magical expierience. It just just the normal brand you find in stores, but he made it into something more. It wasn't to hard, not to soft. It was still nice and warm, too. The butter hid itself inside the bread itself. It was a miracle.

Soon enough being in this guys house seemed too good to be true. So I pinched myself a couple of times during the feast to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Shane then finally noticed the pinching, "Why do you keep on doing that?" I giggled, "I thought this was a dream,*mmm* but I'm starting to think *smack* it's not!" Shane laughed, and continued to watch me eat. I must say, I was enjoying this more than anything I have ever done. At first eating that much food was a miracle, but now that I eat that much and more today, It's really just a meal and not a feast. It's funny knowing that you were doing something normal, then all of the sudden your kissing your boyfriend in bed while he rubs your gut.

As I ate, I noticed I began to grow a gut around my seventh plate. Just a sight foot ball began to form underneath my shirt. Soon enough, Shane noticed this and his tail wagged even faster and the giant C on his face grew into something chaotic and creepy. It was funny watching how happy he was watching me gain weight. At the time I had no idea he was happy I was getting fat, I just thought he was over delighted to help me become normal and civilized again. Eventually I began to grow very full. I sighed in relief as I finished a plate full of bacon and sausages. I slid my hand under my shirt and began to rub it as I felt like I shouldv'e been done. Then, Shane scooted closer to me, "Getting full? Come on, already? There's so much left, though!"

"Yeah *sigh*. I just feel like I can't eat much more."

"Well, can I help you eat?"

"You mean eat your portion of the food?"

"Heavens no will I eat any of your breakfast! I already ate all I needed before you woke up."

"So, what did you mean?"

"Do you need help eating? Can I... Let's say *ahem*..... Feed you?"

I blinked in surprise. That's kinda what my dream was about. I looked at him, and just tried to act normal, "Yeah, I don't mind." His tail rose up and again rapidly wagged itself in happiness. I just sat back into the couch, ready for whatever he was gonna feed me. I rest my head on the back of the couch and just stared up at the roof. Then, a hand pushed my head forward so I could be looking straight in front of me. All of the sudden, a piece of cake appeared in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth and let him put a piece of the cake in my mouth as I chewed as swallowed. The cake was incredible. It was chocolate, one of my favorite flavors as a kid. I would get chocolate everything when I had the chance. It had chocolate frosting, chocolate chips on the inside, and chocolate filling. That's a lot of chocolate, but just enough for a choco lover like me.

I even closed my eyes and continued to dream. I remembered the routine, open, chew, swallow, repeat. It was working wonderfully. He then scooted closer to me and then he bumped his side next to mine. After the first piece, he got out another piece and put in more than my usual bites. I didn't care. I actually didn't get enough in the first few bites! I continued to let him feed me as I was enjoying the moment. I could already tell Shane was, too. Shane then made a shy face, "Uhh, Thomas? Do you mind if I...... rub your belly?" I blushed at first, swallowed what he had just fed me, and sighed, "No, I don't mind." Then, Shane made another shy face, "Can I be of assisstance on removing your shirt as well?" My face then blushed brighter, "Sure. That would be okay."

He smiled at me not so crazy like this time and his tail swayed calmly and softly. It seemed like he was a different person now. He grabbed both sides of my shirt as I lifted my arms up in the air. He pulled the shirt up and set in on the arm rest away from us. Then, I looked down at my belly. It was getting pretty pudgy. The cake he was feeding me mustv'e been pretty fattening. I let him begin to rub my belly as he also continued to feed me, rubbing with one hand, feeding with the other. It was amazing. I enjoyed the moment, as it was one of the best I have ever had. Again, he still does this today, and I feel like it has only gotten better as I get bigger and he, well, just Shane in particular. He is the most perfect fox I have ever met. We both love each other, like we were meant to be.

After about the sixth piece, I began to feel a bit drunk somehow. My belly soon enough became kinda short from the size of being a beach ball, but still pretty nice. As the cake dissapeared into me, the rubbing of my belly got better. I just enjoyed the feeling of me being there with him. Something about him made me feel safe, knowing that someone actually cares about me. Just the thought of that made my eyes all teary, but I didn't cry. I was happy, again, I still am. To this point, I knew he was gay. All my life I never knew that I was gay. I never tought about being with a man until I met Shane. He was the gateway to who I really was. He was the sun to my storm. Finally, someone I can be happy with, someone I can spend my life with. I am happy.

"Intresting! This story is getting better and better! How did you get kicked out, anyways?"

"Hold on, Barney! That will be explained later in the story! For now, let me continue to tell the story..."

Chapter 3

Soon enough, our bellies were the same size. I had been eating for about an hour and a half already. Who knew someone could gain so much weight in so little time? Then, after the fourteenth and last peice of cake, I soon enough felt very, very drunk and stuffed. I also felt kinda sleepy. I looked at Shane as he looked at me, "*pant* Shane... *pant* That was *pant* amazing... But I'm *pant* getting pretty *pant* full..." Shane then wrapped him arm around my neck and set his leg over mine, pulling himself ever so closer to me, "Nonsence, there is still some food left. You haven't even touched that milkshake! We aren't done here, tubby." he said, patting my belly. I looked at him funny, and poked his belly. He felt tickled and grasped my hand.

We both looked at eachother in the eyes, dreaming and thinking at the same time. Then, I closed my eyes, as I was about to say something, until he pulled my head towards his and he kissed me for the first time. Shocked, I pulled my mouth away from his as we both blushed until our faces were red. I looked at him, making a shocked face, and Shane just looked sad. He looked like he was about to cry, "I-I-I'm sorry! I just really.... I really-" Then I slowly pulled him close and we kissed. It was perfect. Shane himself was shocked at first, too, but then just let it happen. We even played with our tougns a little bit.

Then, quickly, I began to remove the rest of my clothes as he removed the rest of his, while we were still kissing. Once in our bare underwear, we quickly moved upstairs to the bedroom. We then decided to have what we now call 'Fun Time'.

***

After Fun Time, we both actually fell asleep. Shane's legs were tangled up in mine as we both layed on our sides. Shane woke up first. He woke up drowsily, and then looked at me. He then patted my belly and poked at it, "Thomas, time to wake up. We have some unfinished buisness." I woke up, looking at Shane, "Thank you for saving me from what couldv'e been my death back there. I feel the need to reward you with something." Shane chuckled, "Don't worry, you already have. I feed you, you reward me with cuddles and kisses. Are we clear?" I pulled him in closer to me, "Best deal ever." We both got out of bed and put only our underwear on, and we walked downstairs. We saw our clothes abandoned at the couch, but we ignored them. We felt a lot more comfortable this way.

Shane then began to make lunch. Again, as he made lunch, all of the wonderful scents that is Shane's cooking came running through my nose. Shane was again making a huge feast. Strangely, all the food I just ate had already digested. I felt like I needed a refill. The feeling of a warm full and tight stomach is one of the best feelings ever. The feeling of Shane being there only to make it warmer, tighter and bigger. It's one of the best expieriences I have ever had. In fact, it is the best expierience I have ever had! Better than my mom kicking me out of the house.

I then came up to Shane from behind and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. I then began to rock back and forth as he continued to make lunch. He was fine with it, or more than enjoying it. He looked back at me, turned around and hugged my round belly, and I hugged his. Then we both gace each other a quick kiss, and we both sat at the dinner table. Actually, Shane sat on my lap, belly facing towards mine. He wrapped his arms around my neck and put his face in front of mine. He giggled, "Why are you so god damn sexy?" I smiled, "I don't know. I'm so glad you took me off the streets. If you hadn't, I wouldn't be so fat and warm and I would have never met you." Shane then made a sarcastic but serious face as he poked my nose, "You also could have died. That must have been scary, being alone without anyone to help you."

After some talking and some more romance, lunch was ready. He then got all the food set onto dishes and prepared my feast. Shane finished up getting the food, "I haven't eaten lunch yet, so I'm just gonna make my own small lunch, since I'm not well with stuffing myself with so much food. Okay?" I nodded my head, playing with my own elly as he got off of me. He then made his lunch, and I just watched him not gain much weight. After his lunch, he got out mine from the counter. Again, a big twenty plate feast was in front of me, and it all was for me! It felt amazing knowing I was allowed to eat so much food! Today was the best day ever, and it only got better.

"What made it better?"

"Patients, Barney! If you let me tell the story, all questions will be answered!"

For this meal, we were having burgers steaks, hotdogs, pretty much a barbeque! I was pretty excited, since I absolutley LOVE steak and meat, me being a fox and all. My mouth wattered at the smell of the steak drifting through my nose. Then, everything was in front of me. All the food and drinks I desired. I didn't have any soda in the morning since it was too early for that and it would taste bad in my mouth, but now that I can drink stuff like that, a gallon of soda was a part of the meal. I was very, very excited for this meal. So, very happy.

That was when I dug in. Without any forks or knives, I used my bare hands to eat, since I knew Shane wouldn't care, as long as I was getting fatter. The steak was amazing. It was so juicy and fat, I actually ate two at once, pretty much clearing the steak in a matter of minutes. Shane then came up to me and began to rub my belly while almost resting on it. After the steak, I let out a giant belch. Shane giggled, and continued to rub my belly. Then, I reached out for some hotdogs. I bit into one, and just like the rest of the food I just ate, it was wonderfull! It exploded with flavor as I bit into it, I added ketchup and mustard, and that only made it better. It really added to the flavor of the hotdog. With each bite, I could feel my belly expanding by a little, making it tighter and more sexier!

After a ton of hotdogs, I began to notice my underwear began to fit pretty tightly around me. I really enjoyed the feeling. I just love the feeling of something tight squezing onto me. It made me feel good. Like the feeling of a fed belly from Shane, now that was awesome. I also notced I finally became bigger than Shane! I poked his soft, pudgy belly, "It seems I have became the bigger one... *BURP*. Shane laughed, "It appears you have! Congradulations!" he said, patting my round stomach. I smiled, thinking on how fastI had gained all that weight. Come to think of it, the story takes place in one whole day! I never noticed that! It felt like weeks when he was feeding me... Wow, that was fast... and fun...

"Continue..."

I then reached out for the gallon of soda. I twisted off the cap, listening to the air come out with a *ssssssss* like the creeper in FurCraft. I used to play that game all the time as a teen, until I was kicked out. I then flicked the cap onto the coffee table I was resting my feet on. Before I moved on to the soda, I noticed my legs had gotten much chunkier, my arms, and my butt. It was a wonderful feeling being so big! I then set one hand on my swollen belly, and began to chug. The soda was one of my favorite flavors, grape. I would eat grapes all the time as a kid. I would also eat apples, peaches, and brocoli. Yeah, brocoli is not a vegetable, but I wanted to mention it anyways. I love brocoli.

Feeling the soda go down into my belly, I could feel my belly swell into something bigger. Shane was enjoying the feeling of my belly quickly swelling as he hugged it and rubbed it. As the gallon began to empty, I continued to dream about me and Shane being together and how fast out relationship sprouted to life. I just then remembered that we only started our relationship, like, four hours ago. Jeez, that weird. It felt like I knew him for a year. Ourrelationship began to grow into something wonderfull, just like my belly.

Then, the gallon was empty. I never even stopped for air. *BUUUURP* Once I finished, I tried to inhale as much air as possible, as I was all out of oxygen. Finally regaining my breath, I looked down at Shane as he cuddled up against my belly, tail wagging and all his happiness. His mouth was that cracked and insane C again. I guess when he is bonkers happy that happens, and when he feels sexy he becoms the calm happy guy. I guess I could understand. I would be pretty happy snuggling my belly. My belly is my property.

I then began to rest my head on the back of the couch, still trying to get my breath back. Once I finished, I looked down at Shane, petting his fur making him purr like a cat. He was relaxed with my swollen gut, and I was relaxed with his somewhat big gut cuddling against mine. My gut surely grew from the soda moment. My belly was starting to pour over my knees. I then continued to dream about Shane, and how perfect he was. I loved him so much, and I still do today. I continued to dream about us kissing and having Fun Time in bed.

Just then I noticed my underwear was unbearably tight! I looked down at my waist, seeing that my underwear fit tightly and it even began to hurt. I began to take off my underwear as it would be more comfortable and less painfull. It was actually really hard to get it off, I struggled and slowly took them off, until they were off of my body. Shane was just fine with this. HE even took his underwear off. I was also okay with it. He then woke up and raised his head off of my 'pillow', looking into my eyes as I gazed into his.

Then, he toppled onto me, rubbing my gut and pulling me in close. I then pulled him in closer and we started kissing again. Then, we continued to have our Fun Time...

***

Chapter 4

I woke up, feeling kinda tired yet wide awake at the same time. Shane was litteraly sleeping on my belly, curled into a ball sleeping like a baby. It was adorable. I then looked at the clock, 6:21 P.M. I then smiled and looked at Shane, "Shaaaane, time for diiiiiner." I said, shaking him around. Shane drowsily woke up, "Sorry, I'm out of food." he moaned. My mouth dropped open like what you would see in cartoons. Shane just looked at me for a few seconds, "Nah, I'm just kidding! Time for another feast?" I nodded my head, "You bet." He then jumped off my belly, causing it to slosh around. I enjoyed that feeling a lot.

He walked out of the room, as I began to folllow along. Shane then started making dinner. I walked downstairs as, once again, the smells of good cooking came through my nose. No matter what he was making, even something that you hate to smell, lets say if you could cook a fart he could make it smell amazing ( that was just an example :| ) I sat a the table, looking around the table, seeing pictures of Shane with his family... The word family then began to echo through my head. FAMILY... Such a strong word to me knowing that mine hated me. I then began to have strange flashbacks of me being thrown out and being hated for everything I had done, even though it wasn't even that much.

"Come on, man! Tell me how you got kicked out!"

"Can you please wait? It's getting VERY close to that part, so wait a few minutes..."

"Okay, continue... This is awesome..."

Then, dinner was about ready, he just had to let something sit in the oven. This dinner was fast and easy to make. because he was only feeding me one thing that was an excuse for five plate fulls of food! So, he sat in the same position he did at lunch, sit on my legs to our bellies were squeezing together. He then gave me a little kiss, and I blushed in happiness. I was so lucky to have him in my life, so lucky. Without him, I would be dead, seriously, dead. Now, I am far from dead. I am more than alive, something better. I was invincible, knowing that Shane was there as my shield.

"So, how did you get kicked out?" Shane said, starting to rub my belly. I sighed, "Well, when I was a kid, I had a fetish for

eating, like I do know, but at the time I never knew I was gay. I loved to eat so much, I would sneak out at night, steal

food from the fridge, and eat it. I would sometimes eat a snack, even a whole meal! This resulted in me gaining some

weight becoming pretty chubby. Then, this one time, my mom caught me eating a burger, fresh out of the package. We

just bought it, too. So, I got grounded, sat in my room for thinking time, then came back out only to find I wasn't aloud to play my

XBOX for a month. Now, I have to say this now, she was a bid crazy in my opinion. She had anger problems. Even if I broke my

pencil, she would flip out and send me to my room. A few times, I left behind too much evidence after my late night snacks, so I

had to blame my brother. He then started to hate me for it, but I was so stupid to keep on doing it. Then, one night, my mom

found out about my lies and how I blamed my brother. That was when I felt like something was stuck in my throat, the feeling

of guilt. She tried to yell at me whileI was still asleep, but I wasn't in bed. I was in the kitchen. My mom busted in, and began to

yell at me and make me feel bad about myself. She even called me a fat dick. Now that wasn't nice. That's something a mother

shouldn't say to her son. At the time, I was, like, eighteen, I needed to move out anyways. Until, she kicked me out from

being so mad, even though I had nowhere to go, no money, and no plan. I was on my own without anything to do. So, I sat their,

slouching on the streets until my clothes began to rot, I lost all of my weight, and I began to turn into a racoon instead of a

fox. Then, I passed out, then I met you, then I got fat, then I had sex, then I started to tell my past... That's how it

happened..."

"Jesus, man..."

"I know, right? I'm pretty sure I'll never see her again..."

Then, Shane pulled the one food item out of the oven, and then waited for it to cool down. Then, he put in some water,

and stirred it up. He then walked over to me and gave me the cup of a strange brown liquid, "This should cheer you up." I picked it

up and smelt it, and it didn't smell very good. Then, I decided to give it a taste. It was wonderful! I chuggged the whole glass

empty as the strange liquid landed in my stomach. Then, a strange gurgle came from the stomach, I looked down, listening to the

growls and glargs coming from the inside of my stomach. It felt weird when the gurgles came, I felt like my head was as heavy as

concrete, until my head lifted back to normal.

All of the sudden, my stomach began to hurt as I moaned in distress, "Shane, what was tha- *HIC*" I hiccuped all of the

sudden, feeling really strange. I felt like I was ballooning, like I was inflating, like I was becoming a pool toy. Then, I began to rub

my belly as it began to ache. The growls got louder and louder as the hiccups got worse. "Sha *HIC* ne, what the he *HIC* ll was

*HIC* that?! *HIC*" Then, Shane toppled on top of me, and began to rub my belly, just like he knew what was gonna happen. All

of the sudden, I felt like my hand was starting to grow more space on my belly. I looked down, and I couldn't believe what was

happening...

I was getting fatter without eating anything!

I looked at Shane in shock, was this supposed to happen?! Shane smiled at me, as his tail wagged in delight. Obviously, he

planned this. I just stared down at my belly as it slowly began to expand with as much room as it wanted. How big was I gonna

get? Then, my belly began to overflow over my knees as it began to go beyond. It hurt yet it felt great at the same time. I was

really enjoying it once I leanred this was supposed to happen. He continued to rub my belly, making me feel more comfortable. I

then also began to purr like a cat. What a good feeling it was. I kept hold of my belly, hoping I wasn't gonna pop!

After an hour of swelling like a water balloon, my stomach finished it's growing. My belly just met the hald way point of my

legs were a lot bigger anf fatter, my arms, neck, tail, paws, butt, everything was nice and fat. I smiled and tried to breath as the

swelling made me lose the breath. It was great. Swelling without a choice felt wonderful. Then, Shane looked at me, and scooted

closer to me, "You know, I have a hot tub I think you'd like!" I looked at him, "I did not know that! Really?" Shane got up, and

walked into his backyard. I followed along, wanting to see what this hot tub looked like. Then, I saw it. It was already repared,

warm and cozy and ready for play time.

Shane stepped in first, dipping his toe in first, then his leg, then his body, getting his fur all wet. Then I did the same, toe

first, leg, body, wet, Shane, cuddles. I scooted over to him. The hot tub was great! It was very warm and relaxing, perfect and

calm. Then, I turned his head to mine, pulled his in and he continued to kiss. Then, we had to cuddles and play time. Kisses and

snuggles. The sun was starting to set and it was pretty chilly outside, especially when we were nude like that. But, then we were

in a hot tub, a warm relaxing hot tub.

After our play time, we both looked at each other in the eyes at the sun began to dissapear as the sky turned from orange

to black. Luckily, the hot tub had llights at the bottom, so it illuminated the backyard. I continued to look into his eyes, "Hey,

Shane?"

"Yes, Thomas?"

"What will you do with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you gonna throw me out?"

"No! Heavens no! I love you, Thomas. I will never let you go.

That was all I needed to hear.

Outroduction

Thomas walked up to the door, preparing to meet his mother again. He had his brand new suit Shane got for him for their

wedding. He adjusted the tie, looked at himself in the mirror, slicked back his hair, and knocked on the door. He waited for answer,

then an angry mother came busting through the door.

"What?! Who are you?! No solicitors!"

"..."

"T-Thomas?"

"Mother..."

She was in awe, obviously impressed by my change of clothes, life style and shape. She covered her mouth with her paws,

jaw dropped and surprised. She almost began to cry, "Thomas, you've changed! You look... so fancy... and... why did you come

here?" Thomas sighed, "I was sick of how you gave me shit for everything. I came here, attempting to impress you for once. So,

here I am. Alive." Then, she began to cry. She then fell into his arms, giving him a hug. She mustv'e missed him. Then, Thomas set

his mom back into standing possition, and stared at her. Then his mom cleared her throat, "You can come back at anytime you

know, we can be happy forever." Then, he began to walk away, "Sorry, mom. I would be better off with my husband."