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Sun filtered through the blind, illuminating the air in the small apartment, thick with the smells of greasy cheese and low sodium soy sauce. The clock on the wall said 4:30 but the slow sounding ticking said that was not to be trusted as accurate. A loud snore obscured the ticking in a cacophony of noise every few moments, then a few gurgles joined into the sloven symphony. There was a sound of moaning, followed by a piggish grunt, then a long *UUUuuuurrrp* broke through the air. From the back one would have to assume that a very fuzzy, very obese, hog was laying in the tangle of sheets that had somehow come to rest on the back of, and on the floor behind the fold out couch. but rounding the corner they would see how very wrong they were.

Another *belch* slipped out from the fat maw, escaping the greasy "gloved" hands that tried to stifle it, the tongue in the muzzle then finding some flavor in the stains on the be-clawed hands and working to retrieve what would otherwise be forgotten and washed down the drain. upon licking what flavor he could from his furry paws, the owner of hands and tongue turned the attention of both to the center of gravity forming the deep dent in the stained and worn mattress. Covered by a stained and greasy sweat suit, a massive dome of a gut rose majestically into the sun tracing ribbons into the dust filled air. Todd smiled, the fox rubbed at the swell of vulpine lard stretching the sweatshirt and resting partially on his swollen thighs. he rubbed the soft bulge of jiggling flesh gently as he licked at various sauces and and particles of food that adorned the the greasy garment it was pouring out into.

A few years ago his current object of pleasurable attention had been a bane to his existence, then it was just a small paunch, something formed of snacking rather than full blown indulgence. But still, in his mind it was the thing that would destroy his sanity, or at least his social life. No matter what he tried, the fox just couldn't lose the weight, just couldn't fit into what he thought was the ideal vulpine physique. Every time he left was the trainer at the gym called a successful session, he would glut on several double bacon burgers and multiple orders of fries at Wolf-Burger, and those diet TV dinners don't work when followed by two supreme pizzas from Pizza-fox. Eventually one of his friends said he should look at it the other way, don't think of what the food is doing to you, think of how happy it makes you.

A few hours later a rather spritely zebra held the door to Wolf-Burger open, waving the fox now overloaded with several bags of burgers and fries as well as four jumbo shakes. The vulpines old hatchback made the 15 minute drive home in 8 and he actually beat the elevator he missed by nearly a full minute up four flights of stairs. the blur of his tail was only overshadowed by his excited gasping for air. Still panting, the fox grabbed both sides of the bags, and tore them straight to the table. The two stacks of burgers bowled the sides of the bag that were left standing flat. Each of the balls of meat and bread contained three, one third pound beef patties, four kinds of cheese, and extra mayonnaise on a kaiser roll. Six, pound plus burgers with two pounds of crispy steak fries and what was nearly three gallons of milk shake. Tail slowing down, the foxes breathing returning to normal, he looked around trying to make a plan.

Three weeks later it turned out to be the best thing he'd ever done, certainly he'd have to work on his self control, after all having a belly ache all day long was distracting. After all was said and done though, the occasional bellyache was a small price to pay for happiness. The bellyache from last night's binge had been bad, but had subsided to mild indigestion and a slightly larger middle. Forcing himself into a sitting position, the rusty red fox grimaced as the drawstring in the sweatpants bit angrily into his soft adipose. He reached gingerly around the ball of blubber and caught the end of the dingy lace with a claw. Pulling it the knot slipped free and so did a swell of foxy flesh and creamy fur, bulging out where shirt and pants parted ways to reveal a plump, fluffy roll divoted by a deep belly button and divided by a slowly fading line where the drawstring once restrained it. Scritching at the exposed bulge within his reach, the fat vulpine began to rock to either side, eyeballing the pizza boxes piled in disarray on the other side of the couch bed.

Once on all fours, he crawled as best he could to the pile, his belly dragging heavily enough to force his pants-waist off of and under his gut. His fluffy tail wagged happily as he rooted through the boxes for a potential errant piece or crust, licking the cheese of the wax paper here and there along the way. Though he found no crust or missed slice, it didn't matter, he had a standing order at the pizza AND Chinese restaurant's to be delivered at noon, for now he would clean out the freezer. Turning his paws towards the edge of the bed, he blushed as they dangled as he lay atop his gut. Wagging his tail up and down three times, he brought momentum towards the ground and soon found his belly resting on the mattress in front of him. He stopped and pulled his sweatpants up around the bulge as well as over his monumental rump. As he smoothed the tight fabric over his wide hips he felt something squeezed into the pocket, his eyes lit up "ooh... A cheese stick..." Popping it into his hungry maw he hefted his fat gut off the fold-out and proceeded to waddle into the kitchen.

Allowing his gut to plop heavily onto the counter, ripped the freezer door opened and pulled out two three gallon tubs of ice-cream, placing them on the counter he spied the clock on the stove "10:42... it's earlier than I thought..."