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\n\t\t\t\t\tKyleChimera: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/5365193/","writing":"\"Umm, sure. I'll see if I can on such short notice, I don't know how my mom will be with me coming home so late.\"\n\n\"I'z soz sorry, no want keep you soz long. Go home, I seez you at house?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I'll try my best to be there, my mom should be cool with it.\"\n[center]-----[/center]\n\n\tWith that you take your book bag, and head home. Even with your house being not much more than a mile away, your legs would cramp up, lose your breath quickly, and your sides felt like they were going to split apart, all in all, reminding how out of shape you really are. But spending a night, or even just a day with Trifon was what pushed you forward to make it home. After you finish your chores, and dinner, you ask the question.\n\n\"Is it okay if I go over to a friend's house tomorrow, and maybe spend the night?\"\n\n\"To who's house?\"\n\n\"Trifon's.\"\n\n\"That's that Russian kid, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Something doesn't seem right, you sure you want to go over there?\"\n\n\"Yeah, he's really nice.\"\n\n\"Fine. Just make sure your homework is done before you go. I got called into work for Friday anyways, so I won't be home.\"\n\n\"Okay. Thanks.\"\n[center]-----[/center]\n\n\tLater that night, after your mom goes to bed early to go to work the next morning at 4 AM, you decide it's a good night to do a stuffing. On your desk is your wallet, and you sneak out of the house, trying to not wake your mom. Running down the street, (Ok, accelerated walk, with breath catching breaks every 3 houses) you make it the 3 blocks to the small grocery store of your town. Once inside, (after taking another break and 5 minutes at the water fountain) you head directly to the frozen foods aisle. On the other side of the class is your prey. German Chocolate Peanut Swirled Vanilla Ice Cream. As you reach for the door handle, something else catches your attention; Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Swirled Shortbread Ice Cream. Torn between the two, you have to make a decision. You only brought $9 and some odd cents, but its $4.69 for one. Reaching for the German Chocolate one, you see a sign sent from the Fatty Realm.\n\n[center][b]ICE CREAM 5-QUART BUCKETS $4.69 FOR ONE, $6.99 FOR TWO[/b][/center]\n\n\tYour tail begins to swish excitedly, causing your soft belly to jiggle a bit. Grabbing both you make your way down the aisle a few feet, and find another sign sent to you.\n\n[center][b]DESSERT TOPPING SYRUPS 2 FOR $1.50 WHEN PURCHASED WITH TWO BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM[/b][/center]\n\n You grab a bottle of chocolate and strawberry syrup and make your way to the check out. After waiting in line for an eternity (6 minutes), your knees begin to buckle from standing for so long carrying your already big flabby frame, and your 6 lbs of ice cream and syrup. Setting the items on the counter, the cashier scans them and says with a disgruntled look and tone; \"That'll be $9.\" Handing her the money she takes it and gives you the recipt. Taking the bags, you make one last break at the drinking fountain, knowing that your throat will be parched anyways by the time you get halfway back home.\n\n Walking back home was harder than the first time, not only have you already walked a huge amount (3 blocks + the walk in the store), and now you are still exhausted from that, and you're now lugging home 6 lbs of fattening goodness. After the first two blocks your legs cramp up, and you have to take a breather. Utilizing this moment, you reach in the bag, and grab the chocolate syrup, and you start to suckle on the nozzle, only to find nothing happens. Pausing to think, you realize that it still has the cap thing sealed onto it still. Tearing it off, and throwing it into the bag, you start to drink from it, getting the rich chocolate goo to coat your mouth. After your little drink, you stop to save some for the actual ice cream. Pulling it away, you make a small chocolate string from the corner of your muzzle to your chest. 'Awwww. That's gonna leave a stain.' You take a finger paw and wipe as much of it off, and suck your finger clean. Putting it back in the bag, you get up and make it to your house (eventually).\n\n Closing the door quietly, and locking it, you grab a serving spoon from the drawer, and head towards the stairs. 'Great. It's only 6:46; I'll have plenty of time before bedtime.' You make it upstairs as quietly as you can, the steps groaning from their weight load, reminding you of your bulk. Entering your room, you start rubbing your now growling gut. 'Good thing we had rice and only a small meal of it.' Sitting down in your gaming floor chair, you lean it back against your bed to you can somewhat lay back. Taking off your shirt, you start to lean back into it, getting comfortable before you start to gorge. Bending to the side, your pants start to dig in from the pressure of your jelly belly pushing against them. After letting out a small \"Erf.\", you unbutton your pants, your belly bouncing out, covering your lap to your legs' divide.\n\n 'Mmmm, this is going to be soooo good!' Reaching into the bag, you pull out the German Chocolate ice cream, as well as the chocolate syrup. Opening the lid you sniff its heavenly aroma. Rich chocolate, roasted coconut, and peanut butter all mixed into the vanilla ice cream. Popping the chocolate syrup open, you drizzle a small amount onto the top, just enough to get it started, but not to be messy. 'Ahhhhh, finally I can eat this. <3' Digging your spoon into the rich ice cream, it's still soft, raising the large spoon to your mouth, you take the first bite, the flavor being the most incredible thing you have ever ate; the flavor not sickeningly sweet, but far from bland. The first bite sending you into a trance, before you know it you are shoveling more and more into your mouth, while the other hand drizzles chocolate syrup in the places that you just ate from. Moving the bucket to your lap, you resume eating at an incredible pace, swallowing full mouthfuls as soon as you scoop it to your face, your belly quickly swelling from having dinner not but almost two hours ago. Your belly touches the cold bucket, but you're so far stuck into a trance, you don't even notice it.\n\n All of a sudden your belly wakes you up with a sharp stabbing pain. Waking up from the trance, you see that your belly is extremely taut, the five quart bucket two thirds of the way empty. Groaning, you put the bucket to the side, and stick the spoon inside of it. Rubbing your gut, you realize its never been this full before. Your belly is distended greatly from its usual soft dome. You gently rub the tan lard that is your stomach. Wincing in pain, you try to stand, only to find that it hurts even worse trying to do that. Pushing the bucket farther away, and moving the syrup as well, you spin on your ass so that you sit sideways in the chair. Using the edge of your bed, you lift your frame up crab-like. Getting to your feet, you rub your belly, barely able to breathe; a tear starts to run down your face. Never did you think that you could get this full before.\n\n Slowly walking to the bathroom, you look in the full length mirror; your belly resembles a watermelon more than its usual sagging soft self, complete with vertical stretch marks. Your navel is also disfigured as well. It is flat, and stretched on each edge, looking like you put your paws on your belly, and pulled the skin tight against your flab.\n\n Attempting to reach around your belly is now a task, it has no give, and you can't suck it in. Putting a pawfinger in your navel is undo-able. Turning sideways, you see that your belly is so tight; it has no hang at all, the ice cream having taken any loose skin, and pulled it tight like a balloon. Underneath your belly is your rock hard length. The sheath is tight at the knot, this being something that hasn't happened before. Reaching below, you can barely touch any of it at all, the bowling ball of gut firmly in the way.\n\n Grunting, you waddle back to your room, hell bent on putting this evil of ice cream away. Sitting back on the chair, you bring the bucket and syrup back to you. Somehow the ice cream hasn't melted a bit. Taking a deep breath to put it away, the aroma fills your nostrils, and another wave of hunger takes over you. 'One more bite couldn't hurt.' But that's just where you are wrong. Before you know it you're eating even more of it, your fullness being ignored, and more of the ice cream and syrup enter your mouth. By now you don't even bother to drizzle the chocolate; it's become getting a mouthful of ice cream, then using the large bottle to wash it down. The ice cream being finished as you suck the last of the syrup from the bottle.\n\n Whining a little, you look at your even farther expanded belly. It has swelled so large; it looks like you may just very well burst. Unable to reach your arms around it, your fur stands on end, the sensation of your gut being too large to hold excites both your senses, and below the water balloon gut as well.\n\n Sliding off from the chair, you lay on your back on your cold floor, almost unable to breathe. The waist band of your undone pants has become too tight as well. Sliding the pants down, and kicking them off, you start gently rubbing your gut, towering above you as if you just stuck the ice cream bucket on top of your regular gut (which you pretty much did). Unable to see anything below your gut, you have very few things that you can do. But one thing needs to be done; your foxhood even harder; and the sheath popped out below the knot, and your foxhood is pressed tightly against your belly. Using an arm to prop yourself up a bit, you take your other hand, and reach down, only able to touch it with a few fingers. But those few fingers is all you needed for the extremely sensitive length. Pushing your boxers down, you get them down to your knees. Gently touching it, you start sliding a pawfinger down the underside of it, your balls rising into you at the touch, and release back down after you let go.\n\n Getting used to the sensitivity, you rub a little faster, and you use all three of the fingers that can actually reach it. Before soon, you are at your normal pace, rubbing up and down, the back of your index paw on the top of it, the other two rubbing the underside as you glide your pawfingers up and down them. When your body goes rigid, you rub a little faster, and out shoots a string of white goo; leaving a trail and drops across your gut, chest, face, and a few inches above your head. Luckily you had your mouth and eyes closed, and didn't get blinded or taste any of the cum that you're not quite sure if you want to taste it or not yet. Laying back down, you catch your breath, and use your clean paw to wipe the cum from off your face. Panting, you take in what just happened. 'Wow, its never come out like that before.' Groaning, you roll onto your side, the pressure and the pain increasing in your gut. Grabbing onto your bed again, you lift yourself off the floor.\n\n Waddling to the bathroom again, you flick the light back on, and in the mirror you examine your bloated, cummy self. Grabbing a towel, you dampen it, and clean yourself off, and return to your room to clean the rest of the cum off of the floor. Kneeling down, you wipe it off the floor (luckily it's a waxed floor, and not carpet). Putting the towel under your bed, and shutting your door, you return to the bathroom to examine yourself further. Your belly is so bloated, you can watch as more stretch marks form from the tightness of it form.\n\n When you finish marveling over the damage done, you once again return to your room, ready to go to bed. Putting the second container of ice cream in your mini-freezer, and the other syrup in the matching mini-fridge, and put the empty chocolate syrup bottle in the completely empty ice cream bucket, along with the spoon in the microwave, atop the mini appliances till tomorrow, when you can throw the containers away, and wash the spoon up. Crawling in bed, you have no choice but to sleep on your back, and you rub your gut, which now stands about 2 inches taller, and is incredibly wider now with the insane stuffing you just performed.\n\n Slowly you drift to sleep, wondering if your \"meeting\" with Trifon at his house tomorrow will go to plan, or if your more-than-likely still ballooned belly wont drive him away from you...","writing_bbcode_parsed":""Umm, sure. I'll see if I can on such short notice, I don't know how my mom will be with me coming home so late."