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In the dull glow of the morning sun through the small frosted window, a hairbrush moved effortlessly through a waterfall of golden brown fur.

"97... 98... 99... 100... All done..." A fat laden wrist pulled free from the thick mane to reveal an equally fat hand covered in honey gold fur. After placing the brush in it's neat little caddy the hand pulled the silky mane to the side revealing a plump, ginning face.

"Helloooo handsome... Someones looking particularly fat today..." The heavy lion turned to the side, tossing his mane about as he leaned forward and hefted his gut as high as he could watching the grinning butterball in the mirror. Presently he was clad in only a towel, the massive bloat of leonine lard bulging over and swallowing the top, the knot almost hidden by his healthy lovehandles. He rubbed and pulled at the golden ball of fat, distorting his deep belly button and jostling his marshmallow soft rolls. The shaking ripples rolling over his swollen form bucked the tent like towel loose from its knot, causing it to drape down over the preposterous bulging posterior jutting out amply beneath the lardy lion's sausage like tail.

"Oh yes... well... I'd love to stand here and admire you... but I've got a busy schedule today... lots of eating and such..." Pulling the towel off of his ass he waddled out the door, A broad grin spilling over his sagging chins as his thick, rolling lovehandles wedged in the door. Struggling for several minutes, he took great pride at how hopelessly stuck he became, paws sliding over the linoleum as he pushed with all his might. he reached up and unlatched the other half of the double door and porked out into his bedroom. Padding heavily over the thick carpeting he pulled the wardrobe open to reveal his various outfits. "What to wear... what to wear..." The contents of the wardrobe were, well, just wrong. A variety of sweatsuits, muscle shirts, spandex shorts, and jogging gear hung neatly ordered, a box of dusty weights sat in a partially collapsed box in the bottom. Snatching a pair of shorts from a drawer he leaned on the wall, doing his best to reach past his fatted hog thighs and swollen cankles to catch it on his fat paw. no dice, he grunted as he pulled himself vertical and looked at the panting hog in the wardrobes mirror. "Yup... too fat for that now..." He snagged the hook pole from next to the bed and hung his shorts from the end. He hiked the ridiculously tight shorts up as high as he could, unfortunately they stopped just shy of his ponderous rump.

"ugh... of course..." He reached across his gut and pulled it's sagging mass as far to the side as he could, before snagging the short's straining button with a single claw and and slicing it off. The tight short pants suddenly became a lot more compliant, zipper slowly undoing itself as the lycra pulled tight and stretched tighter over bulging roles of adipose. Reaching their peak roughly half way up the plumped rump orbs, more than a few seams popped along his over-plumped thighs before the zipper gave it's last and tore free with a *crack* at the bottom. Satisfied there was enough material left to keep him decent, he pulled a black muscle shirt off it's hanger and stuffed a bloated arm into it, pulling it down over his head and over his fat breasts, he resisted the urge to pull it lower, instead settling on the sports bra look, leaving a heaving bail of hay colored belly framed for the world to see. Padding fattly across his living room he proceeded to fill the kitchen as he searched for his pre-breakfast snack. "OOH... I have pie..." He retrieved two of the fruit filled pies from the fridge, setting one on the counter he sniffed the other as he shoved a towel into his muscle bra. Pulling the pie from the tin he shoved an edge directly into his chubby maw and tore 'the lions share' off in a single bite. Falling against the fridge he chewed slowly, his chubby cheeks swollen with ripe blueberries. A fat hand fell onto soft yielding flesh as he rubbed his gut and tore off more of the caloric treat. Before long he was sucking the remaining blue goo off his fingers and groping for the strawberry flavored prey that remained. The overfed cat relished in every second, from the heavy swallows hitting his gut to the ever present tug of gravity at his overblown frame. Tossing the tins he started for the front door, only to turn and grab a rhubarb pie for the trip. Having no shame in the excess proportions of his body and 'snack' he happily waddled towards the first destination on his 'commute', Deffner's doughnuts on Main. Deffner's was the only doughnut shop in town, the closest food shop to the lions house, and the only doughnut shop with walk up service, fortunate since the lard-belly feline had long since outgrown the front doors maximum capacity. Deffner himself was a rather overweight golden retriever, but he had been all his life, unlike the lion he watched balloon into a blimp on his calorie loaded breakfast treats. "Usual Deff... plus two dozen cream filled..." he panted, one block was still quite a haul at his engorged weight.

"That's five dozen doughnuts Jared... you need to slow down some..." The hefty hound started assembling the boxes. "I mean, the cream filled will definitely help you towards... well... getting into shape..." Jared slapped his golden girth and guffawed.

"yeah well... gotta do my 'stretches' dontcha know." he placed a pile of bills on the counter and an extra in the tip jar. "After all, I gotta reach an entire gross someday..." Five boxes thumped onto the old wood counter and the dog gave an incredulous look to the overblown feline.

"The only 'gross' you're gonna reach is when you finally explode."

"Don't tempt me old man..." he waved the change off and started on on his journey. "See you tomorrow... and next time make it 5 dozen" He waddled on, happily binging on the fried, custard filled dough balls as he passed in front of the local gym. He smiled as the current residents of his former domain nudged each other and pointed, every head that turned a small victory in itself. The front door opened and a lean looking cheetah stood watching the approach.

"Hi Theo..." Jared crooned in a mocking singsong tone.

"hi Jared..." Theo just shook his head. Jared stopped and back peddled, looking briefly at the sign conveying the new, cheaper rates the gym was offering.

"Thinking of getting back into shape there Jared?" mocked the cheetah in his own singsong tone.

The lion stuffed two doughnuts in his maw and chewed them as he read. "No..." he offered one of the donut boxes toward the cheetah "Want a cream filled?" he asked, this time in a much more genuine tone.

"No..." remarked the cheetah, turning back into the gym with a smooth swish of his tail. Jared continued his course, both down the street and his breakfast appetizer, finishing five dozen donuts in record time before block number four. Stopping at the commercialized coffee shop on the corner, he got more than a few leers as he ordered what he knew were the three most fattening drinks on the menu, with extra heavy cream, extra whipped cream, extra chocolate and caramel syrup, and four large cinnamon rolls.

"Here you go sweety..." even though most of the customers and staff found him repugnant, Lisa, a strawberry blond vixen, was fascinated with Jareds egocentric mission to fatten himself without end. "I threw a few extra cinnamon rolls in there..." she hefted his protruding gut." ...for a few extra rolls there." Jared just blushed, making sure to leave a decent tip on the counter for her. Jared made three more stops before retracing his steps, resting briefly at a bus stop, the weight of his Many bags and boxes tired him even quicker when combined with his expanded girth. As the cat sat fattly on the bench, several people stood watching his overexposed gut as he continued eating. It took the whole half dozen giant cinnamon rolls and two of the caloric coffees to work up his second wind, but as the third bus load of gawkers got their eyeful of lion gut, Jared forced his pronounced bulk up and waddled on. As he lumbered back home with his excessive pile of junk food, he saw a brightly colored flyer stapled to a telephone pole.

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Wanted

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Odd, strange, weird, and uniquely talented individuals for the

ASTOUNDING

DarkWoods

Circus, Sideshow, and Carnival

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We recently added a freekshow to our beloved sideshow midway and are in need of freaks and geeks for our otherwise vacant line up.

If you like traveling, performing for the public, or just showing your weird deformed body to people, then come on down and

JOIN THE DarkWoods CIRCUS

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Auditions will be held at the Rock Willner convention center, please RSVP at 800-555-0199.

In home auditions available for individuals with special disabilities.

you provide the outfit, we provide the trailer. Wages negotiable, Latrionians NEED NOT APPLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jared stared at the flyer for a long time, eyes wide and starry, surely this was a sign from a higher authority.

"I am a circus freak-show fat lion..." his meaty hand ripped the flyer off the pole and he waddled home doubletime. Waddling into the kitchen, he tore open a bag of burgers and grabbed the phone. "Hello... yeah I'm calling about the flyer..." he tore into a triple bacon burger as the phone rep read off a bunch of legal information, before taking down his info. "Yeah, I'm also gonna need one of those in home auditions... Well lets just say I'll be the sideshows 'BIGGEST' star..." He pulled open a pizza box and wrapped a slice around the remaining hunk of burger. "8:00? sounds good... see you tonight." he shoved the pizza wrapped burger in his maw and waddled back towards his bedroom. "aye welter ret... *GULP* ...changed" Jared knew just what to wear for his 'audition', the last piece of 'fat' clothes he ever bought. The silver track suit was a 4XL, designed to fit a morbidly obese person trying to lose weight, or anyone a couple hundred pounds lighter than the overfed feline. Jared pulled the shiny suit as far over his overstuffed Belly as he could, but most of his prodigious paunch remained exposed. Satisfied with his new, too tight wardrobe, Jared returned to the kitchen to continue with his excessive lunch, and prepare whenever food he had left in the house for an excessive dinner. Cooking while he ate, the obese lion contemplated the life and the circus, people paying to see his overfed and overblown form. Jared set up a table in the living room, laying out his dinner so that he could eat while talking to the circus recruiters. After a finished eating all his pizza and cheeseburgers, the overhead lighting was feeling particularly stuffed, but that didn't stop him from cooking a massive spaghetti dinner with far too many meatballs and several loaves of garlic bread. After retrieving a pitcher of lemonade, he sat down on his overstressed couch and prepare to stuff himself even more. Opening up one of the loaves of garlic bread, he began to pile spaghetti and meatballs into it as the making a giant hoagy, when his doorbell rang.

"It's open, come on in." The door opened revealing a hyena in a rather tacky suit, accompanied by a hippopotamus with a camera. Jared is simply continued piling spaghetti on his garlic bread sandwich, showing just enough attention to the duo to not appear rude.

"Why you must be Jared... I can see what you mean by BIGGEST star." The hippo simply stood behind the hyena, jaw hanging. "Would you mind standing up so we can get a picture?" The lardy lion nodded, balancing his messy spaghetti sub in one hand, and pushing off the couch with his other. Finally hauling his bulk atop his trembling knees, he waddled to the archway leading into the kitchen, so as to allow the hippo ample room for his pictures.

"if you need more light, there's a switch by the door." he pointed his meaty arm towards the switch. The hippo felt for it, never taking his eyes of the jiggling mass of feline, who just tore a hunk off the carb loaded sandwich. The hyena meanwhile surveyed the table load of pasta and bread, four punch bowls of spaghetti and six more loaves of garlic bread.

"Is this all for you?" he watched Jared idly chewing, the lion-ball nodded, half swallowing before piling more food into his overstuffed maw. "you must be REALLY hungry huh?" Teh mound of fat Jared called his head shook as he struggled to swallow the mass of bread and spaghetti filling his plump cheeks.

"Just ate actually... feeling REALLY full, but I love food, so I keep eating." he shoved more spaghetti sandwich into his mouth, chewing it as he bit into it so he could fit more in. The hyena looked at his partner in disbelief, only to realize the hippo was still frozen in awe.

"Tony..." the hippo turned his head, but kept his eyes locked on the fat lion. "TONY!" the hippo tore his gaze away to meet the hyena's, who snapped his fingers at him. "PICTURES!" Tony was suddenly dragged back to the real world, and stepping WAY back started snapping a few photos. "So how much do you weigh now? if I may ask."

"Couldn't tell you if I wanted..." he turned to the side allowing the bewildered cameraman to get some decent profile shots. "...scale gave out at seven hundred some pounds." The hyena swallowed hard.

"And you say you're really full? even though you're..." Jared swallowed the last of his sandwich and waddled back to the couch, picking up a dish of spaghetti and eating straight from the bowl. "...still eating." The greedy feline sucked a mass of noodles down and nodded. "May I?" he pointed at the exposed mass of food and lion lard.

"Have at it..." as the glutton went back to his eating, the hyena worked up the courage and placed a single hand on the smooth curve of lion gut located far beyond it's owners reach. It was firm, much more so than initial inspection had indicated, he pushed a few times before thumping it gently with two fingers. The lion simply belched and resumed in his gluttonous spree.

"Like and overripe pumpkin..." Tony's camera clicked again, capturing a greedy lion with his face buried in the bowl of pasta. "Well Jared... we've had a few applicants for the 'fat man' position, but I'll admit none are quite so..." He started to measure outwards with his hands, but just allowed them to fall to his sides. "We'll send a car to pick you up, now you'll have to audition for the Ringmaster himself." The hyena stopped and took one last look. "Lose the top, you're better off letting it all hang out..." Jared finished two more bowls of spaghetti and three more loaves of garlic bread and grabbed a couple pies from the kitchen before waddling off to his bedroom. The fat lion stripped nude and stood in front of the mirror, one hand on his gut, the other holding a pie to his face.

"You're gonna get nice and fat after this..." he quickly forced the pies into his painful gut and waddled into bed, letting his fat thighs sprawl out, he held his gut in both hands, beaming as it towered over him. "We're gonna be huge." He turned out the light and rubbed his grossly overfed body until he passed out drunk on calories.