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Who the hell did you think you called?” a plump paw removed the burning cigarette so that she could snap properly at whatever random airhead had dared call her so early in the… she looked at the clock… afternoon. “What do you want?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Candy, were you out drinking all night again? You’re totally wasted, aren’t you?” the voice giggled. “Don’t you recognize my voice?”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe corgi wasn’t in the mood for games or whatever miss sunshine was so excited about, until she checked the name of her phone. Delila, the rich rabbit she’d hung out with through college. The girl could party enough to keep up with her, and then some, but she’d gotten hung up on some guy and wasn’t as willing to do the hardcore stuff they used to. Still, it’s not like she hadn’t had fun and she never had to buy her own drinks with Delila around.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Delila! How the hell have you been? Why don’t you ever call me, bitch?!” Candy’s tone instantly changed to a much more energetic demeanor.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You never called either though, dude,” Delila giggled again.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You’re the one with the boy toy, so you should be calling me, otherwise you’re just going to tell me I’m interrupting something,” Candy snorted playfully. “You two are the reason they say someone fucks like a rabbit, or breeds like bunnies, whatever it is.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Actually, that’s, like, what I wanted to call you about,” Delila was still extraordinarily giddy, which wasn’t like the mellow, laid back stoner from their college days. “I just found out that I’m pregnant! I don’t know how many yet, it’s totally too soon to tell, but Jerry decided that since we’re going to be, like, parents we should get married, so he proposed! We’re getting married in like, six months!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Slow that shit down, girl,” Candy felt a puff of anger. “You ditch me for a few years and then decide to drop a double bombshell on me out of nowhere?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“What’s your damage, Candy? Aren’t you stoked for me?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy thought a moment, debating what was bothering her the most about the conversation. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great for you Delila. You could have had it all though. You really want to settle down with one guy and raise a few brats?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Kids were a surprise, but Jerry is like, a dream, man. I love him,” Delila said, the nature of her sigh clearly showing the girl was star struck.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Great, Dee, that’s great. I’ll be there when you tie the knot. See you then, alright?” Candy grumbled.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Thanks Candy! I can’t wait to see you again!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThey hung up and Candy sat up, looking at the various bottles littering her floor. She started feeling a little nostalgic looking at them all, remembering her time in college with the dumb bunny. Feeling herself start to well up caused the corgi to get a little angry. As fun as she was, Delila wasn’t worth getting upset over. She wasn’t even sure what was upsetting her. She grumbled and took the first drag of her cigarette, only to immediately run for the bathroom and start heaving. With nothing in her stomach, it passed quickly, but she stared at the glowing ember at the end in bewilderment.\n\n\n\n\n\n“That’s new. I must be more hungover than I thought. Maybe I just need some breakfast.”\n\n\n\n\n\nBreakfast to Candy wasn’t exactly something a healthy person would ever consider. The chubby dog padded to the refrigerator, brushing her orange hair out of her face and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She mixed herself a screwdriver and yawned before taking a deep swig from the glass. The same problem as the cigarette happened though, and she found herself doubled over the sink. Sputtering the drink out while the rest of the glass poured over the counter and the floor. Her muscles and throat ached as her body tried to purge itself.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Oh… fuck…” Candy groaned when her body finally stopped spasming. “That’s not good…”\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n\n\n\n“Well, it’s official!” her doctor squealed happily as Candy pulled her pants back up her plump thighs.  The female pig’s cheery attitude was starting to give the corgi a headache. “You’re pregnant! Who’s the lucky guy?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy growled grumpily as she squished her plump breasts into her bra. “None of them. Whoever it is, they’re dead meat.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Oh… well, you’re about… one month in, so does that help you narrow it down?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy thought back on all of her past exploits, noting that she had about equal number of men in about the same number of days. “Not really…”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Well once you’re a little further along, we can do an ultrasound to see what you’ve got in there and advise you on how to care for anything unexpected. Otherwise regular prenatal care until then,” the doctor said nervously.\n\n \n \n\n\n“This fucking blows,” Candy spat into her bathroom mirror once she got home, throwing the vitamins she was given at her reflection.\n\n\n\n\n\nSplashing cold water against her face, she had to make a real adult decision for once. Candy didn’t want kids. She didn’t like them, she didn’t really even want anything to do with them. On the other hand, enough of those pro-life billboards had made her feel guilty enough to have difficulty considering alternatives. It didn’t help that the gravity of the choice either way made the argument come full circle and spin her mind over and over.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I got two months to make a final choice,” Candy muttered with a sigh, “just ride it out and see how you feel then.”\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was a promise to herself, or at least she was telling herself it was. Really, she was delaying the inevitable choice as long as possible. Not a week into her delay and she was already ornery and stressed. Until her choice was made, she had surprisingly stayed true to her conviction to do what was best for a mother to be. Alcohol and cigarettes were immediately cut out of her life, but the withdrawals were hitting her hard, and the new hormones coming into the mix weren’t helping.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’m always fucking moody, I’m always fucking hungry, I’m always fucking horny,” Candy grumbled, one paw in a chip bag, the other jammed down her pants as she watched her television.\n\n\n\n\n\nShe was desperate for something to do without her vices. Another mouthful of greasy deep fried potato chips was stuffed into her muzzle as she worked her fingers as deep as they could in her pants. While she could have gone out partying still, she hadn’t seen the point without booze, and while her bubble butt and other curvy features were appealing, without getting drunk she found herself a lot pickier about the guys that wanted to hook up with her. She felt like crap constantly and struggled to adjust, but still wouldn’t make a decision. She threw away the now empty chip bag, her stomach churned hungrily while she watched a holovision commercial for the state fair. The very idea of a deep fried pickle on a stick and funnel cake dusted with powdered sugar had her practically drooling.\n\n\n\n\n\nShe rushed to the bedroom as fast as her pudgy legs would carry her, squeezed herself into her favorite outfit, and hustled out the door. The Fairground was packed, but Candy wasn’t even slightly bothered by all the elbows bumping into her. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have been furious on a normal day, but she was so happy stuffing her face with greasy and over sugared foods, some of them being excessively saturated in both, that she barely noticed. In fact, one such elbow knocked her paw as it was guiding a corn dog in for a monster sized bite. The force of the bump made her accidentally deep throat the entire batter fried snack. She giggled to herself, slid it off the stick and swallowed it whole. The wad of meat and dough landed in her growling belly, which was already packed with a bucket of cookies, two boats of cheese curds and a bag of mini donuts. The slight crease in the middle of her doughy belly had smoothed out some, and wouldn’t even show off her spare tire unless she really bent forward and tried to touch her toes. Two out of three of her complaints from earlier in the day were already handled. She was finally getting enough food to quiet her cravings a bit, and that put her in an infinitely better mood. Now all she needed was some good loving, but she was more than satisfied for the day at least.  Feeling her belly bounce heavily as a whole rather than jiggle slightly as she walked through the crowd was a new experience for her, but Candy had to admit that it felt really good. It was strange to be so full, yet feel so hungry, but her stomach was enjoying it very much.\n\n\n  Once she reached the edge of the fairground her eye caught a sign hanging above a large stage, and the chubby corgi praised her good fortune for paying attention to holovision commercials for once.\n\n \n\n “Amateur eating contest at four o’clock! One thousand dollars prize. Twenty dollars per person, feast all that you can feast!”\n\n\n She licked her lips at the thought of entering the contest. It didn’t even matter what food it was, all that was on her mind was that it was all she could eat for twenty bucks. Shoving people out of her way, Candy muscled herself up to the registration desk chart and slapped down a wad of small bills.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Sign me up for this bitch! I’m taking those hot dogs and that money!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“That’s the can do attitude we like to see! If you do well, there are scouts out for the pro circuit today.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Whatever, I just want something to eat!” Candy snorted. “When do I get seated?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Fair enough,” the judge smiled. “We should be getting underway here any minute now.”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy rushed past him and up the starirs, picking a center stage seat.  She sat there eagerly, her feet dangling just above the floor, and watched the other contestants sit down. Wiggling in her seat, Candy barely heard the judge begin his announcement to the gathering spectators. Her focus was instead on the proverbial mountain of hotdogs being placed in front of her. Every contestant was given the same amount. Had she been listening, she would have heard that there were fifty for each of them and that the first one to finish would be declared the winner. If no one could finish, then the one that ate the most would be the winner.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Eaters are you ready?” the judge finally had her attention. “On your mark… get set… Devour!”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy immediately grabbed a hot dog in each hand and began double fisting them, alternating side to side to take a bite of each one until it was gone, then reaching up for another. She could hear her stomach burbling as she stuffed it, the edge of hunger going away a little with each bite, but not completely gone. For the first time, she felt some appreciation for her pregnancy, the cravings really helped her keep up with a lot of the other contestants, even as she filled herself more than she ever had before. Glancing at the others, she noticed that some were already half done with their platter, practically inhaling hot dogs at a pace Candy had never realized was possible.\n\n\n\n\n\nNot wanting to be outdone, Candy scowled at them before going back to a well-practiced technique she used on other types of sausage, what she had accidentally done earlier on her corn dog. The little dog relaxed her throat and bobbed her head forward and up, gulping down each one with a single swallow. She began groaning, her stomach starting to hurt, hunger now long gone, but her competitive streak had kicked into high gear. One of her paws stopped grabbing hot dogs and rested on her packed gut. All of the soft pudge had smoothed out, and while she wasn’t much larger than normal, her belly was firm. The happy gurgles were turning into groans of strain as she continued to relentlessly gorge on hot dogs.\n\n\n\n\n\nAlready contestants were calling it quits around her. Some had merely eaten their fill and left the stage after five or six.  Others had tried to be ambitious, but were completely unprepared for an actual contest and tapped out looking a little green in the face and sporting a slightly distended stomach. In Candy’s case, her short stature was already making itself a hindrance. Every time her skin creaked she could feel her stomach rolling out from her lap and pushing her legs apart. Only halfway through her plate and she already looked like she was six months along. The weight of the turgid orb ballooning from her waist was making it difficult to lean forward and grab the next hot dog, but she kept plugging along as best she could.\n\n\n\n\n\nPanting heavily, Candy looked around at the others. As she did, one of the contestant’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he collapsed off the side of his chair. The badger was no lightweight, but even he looked like he had swallowed a basketball.  The fur covering the badger’s bulging gut bristled, his t-shirt pushed upwards to rest above the shallow navel. Candy turned her gaze back to her dwindling hotdogs and stroked the burgeoning gut she had grown while it growled angrily under the table.  She reached for another hot dog, the tightly stuffed globe of flesh pressing against the edge of her seat, forcing her to reach.\n\n  There were only eight dogs left on Candy’s tray when the bear next to her had to get out of his seat and run to the trash can.  The sounds of his heaving caused others to have to do the same, leaving only three competitors at the table. When only two hotdogs remained the corgi finally ran into trouble. Her belly was beginning to push Candy away from the table every time she leaned in to grab the bland sausages. The dog rocked back and forth, forcing the churning, pressurized ball of flesh into the seat, and swiped at the hotdogs inches away from her paw tips.   With a grunt of effort she finally managed to grab one just as the announcer called an end to the contest.\n\n\n\n\n\n“We have out winner, ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for Lydia!” the judge was holding up the clawed hand of an alligator, who despite having just eaten fifty hot dogs, looked like she could eat another fifty in the same sitting.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Damn it!” Candy snapped at the judge. “I was fucking robbed! I couldn’t reach the god damned table to get my fucking food!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Er, yes, well everyone, please enjoy the rest of the fair,” the judge talked over Candy with the microphone to drown out the slew of curses she continued to hurl his way. “Our lucky winner has the chance to join the pro circuit if she so chooses, so you may see more of her in the future! Best of luck Lydia!”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy shoved herself away from the table, or rather shoved the table away from her. The weight of her overtaxed belly kept her seated in the exact spot and the much lighter table scooted across the stage. She plopped down heavily, staggering as her legs wobbled with her new girth. She was so full that she looked like she had swallowed a medicine ball and the skin that could be seen beneath the white patches in her fur was pink and angry. Waddling off the stage as her belly groaned she did her best to throw a tantrum. She felt so cheated, knowing that she could have easily downed those last two hot dogs. Her mouth was already watering as she looked at an ice cream stand. Her pregnancy had her hungry as a champion eater and if her height hadn’t stopped her, she totally would have won.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Hey there miss,” a southern drawl caught her attention. “I agreed wid you out there. Weren’t fair they didn’t set your food close enough.”\n\n\n\n\n\nAnother alligator had come to meet her as she stomped off the stage. “You a talent scout?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Naw, just a fan uh healthy appetites. I love me a girl who ain’t afraid of some meat on her bones,” the toothy grin spread wider as he eyed up the tubby corgi. “Seems you ain’t afraid to show it off neither.”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy smiled at the compliment as she looked over the muscular reptile. He was an impressive specimen and probably a farm boy. Her outfit was not modest in the slightest, a crop top that her breasts bubbled out of and that exposed her ample belly, more so now that she was stuffed. Besides that were some very low riding cut off shorts that had the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks bulging out of the way too short leg holes.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’d have loved to see my cousin put in her place, and I think she knows you’da won too. Can I show you mah… appreciation?”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe none too subtle wink made Candy pause, “I don’t-”\n\n\n\n\n\nShe was about to say she didn’t have any protection with her, but she suddenly realized that it didn’t matter. She was already pregnant.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’m sorry, don’t what?” the alligator asked, sounding concerned.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I don’t have cash for a ride home,” Candy grinned. “But if you gave me a ride, I’m sure we could both show each other our appreciation.”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe walk to the alligator’s truck was another new experience for Candy. Her tightly packed gut bobbed up and down with each step as she proudly marched herself as fast as her short legs could carry her new bulk. The extra tug on her skin was painful, but also somehow rewarding. She was giggling to herself as it strained up and down, bouncing like it wasn’t really part of her body, just stuffed into her skin.  Something about looking at herself so bloated and stuffed was arousing her, and she realized that her pregnant appetite had scored her an easy lay and the cheapest all you can eat buffet she had ever had. Straddling the glutted belly, she realized that she could even use this newfound hunger to get all the free food she wanted if she did become a professional eater. She could be paid to eat to her heart’s content, and people like this farm boy would practically beg to be with her.\n\n\n\n\n \n\n \n\nCandy didn’t waste any time once she got home, stripping off her clothes and beckoning him through the doorway and into her bedroom.  She was still amazed that seeing her fat and nude made her gator companion hard almost instantly, but Candy wasn’t about to complain. The hunger between her legs grew ravenous as she admired his size and desperately tried to find a comfortable position to lay down. The best she could do was balance on her overstuffed gut, her knees unable to reach the mattress if she stayed in a position to accept him into her body. His strong arms didn’t seem to mind holding her up enough to plow himself directly into her wet womanhood, and Candy practically screamed in delight. As horny as pregnancy had made her, it also made sex feel so much better than the dog ever remembered, and this scaled titan holding her from behind was everything she loved in her partners. Candy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head once she came, her body twitching with an overload of sensations as his thick rod erupted deep inside her. She lay there in her bed, limp and panting long after he had left, and as the sex fueled fog lifted from her mind Candy made an executive decision. She was going to keep whatever brats were growing in her until she gave birth to them, and she was going to become a competitive eater.  She just hoped all her fans were going to be as appreciative and impressive as this one.\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n“Aww, come on,” Candy barked into her phone. “You can’t tell me there’s no other way to get on the eating circuit besides getting lucky at a fair.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’m sorry, Miss,” a nervous voice said again on the other end. “The fair isn’t responsible for keeping up with the competitions. We just host them for one day.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Listen you little shit, they would have at least given you a contact number. Give it to me!” Candy snarled.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Will you stop harassing me if I do?” the poor creature whimpered.\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy scribbled the number down and dialed it as fast as she could. She drummed her claw tipped fingers impatiently while the phone rang, the dog’s patience non-existent. Her cravings had really been kicking in since the pregnancy was taking a lot of energy from her, and despite her constant snacking she could never really stop feeling hungry. She was uncomfortably full most of the time now, but her stomach still demanded more. It had been a week since she had gone to the fair and this new eating habit was draining what little funds she had quickly. Luckily there were more than enough guys out there willing to buy her a meal for a quick lay, but that wasn’t going to pay her rent.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Hello there! Elite Eats, how can I help you today?” a chipper voice answered finally.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I want in on your pro eater tour,” Candy demanded without introducing herself.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Certainly! Can I get your name please?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Candace Barkman,” Candy grumbled, not overly fond of giving her full name.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Hmmmmm… I’m not seeing you on the list here. Are you not an invitational contestant?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“What the fuck is that?” Candy snapped back.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Well, people that draw in a crowd are invited to participate, otherwise all entrants have to pay a five hundred dollar entry fee. Once you do that we can register you for the cross country tour coming up next month.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Isn’t this supposed to be free?” Candy huffed irritably.  Her nicotine withdrawal was piquing at its worst so far and everything seemed to be infuriating her.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Oh, good lord, no! We wouldn’t be able to exist at all if we didn’t make some income from the events.”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe corgi grumbled, knowing that was one point she couldn’t really argue. “I don’t have that kind of money.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Have you considered a sponsor? If you can find an eatery that will sponsor you, they’ll usually pay your entry fee, travel, lodging, and medical fees.”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy immediately perked up. “Sweet! I’ll do that! Put my name down now, because you’re going to be hearing it a lot!”\n\n\n\n\n\nAs confident as she was about it over the phone, the chubby corgi had no idea where to start. The constant craving for food wasn’t helping her think either. The dog’s temper had been raised by her doctor as well, the pig’s latest checkup revealing that Candy’s child wasn’t all that big yet, not even big enough for an ultrasound.  Meaning that the majority of her new girth was all fat that she had packed on with her lack of craving control and addictive personality. She personally thought the pig was full of shit, no one could bloat that rapidly on just food.  She knew she had to be carrying something big.   She really didn’t mind her growing curves though, finding that many of the men she’d been hooking up with lately enjoyed more cushion, but the nurses and doctors all wanted to tell her how to live and what to eat. It really pissed her off to be told what to do by people that thought they were smarter than her. It reminded her of that insufferable rat Delila hung out with all the time\n\n \n\n \n \n\n\n“Two spicy meatball subs, fully loaded,” Candy said as she walked into her favorite fast food chain. Fat Loredo’s, a specialty sub sandwich shop that had only recently become a chain.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Candy! Why so glum?” the goat behind the counter asked as he pulled out freshly baked bread to start on the order. Being a purveyor of food, he was one of the few that never saw the corgi’s more crass side.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I missed my chance to get into the competitive eating scene,” Candy sighed. “Now I’m having problems going through all the channels because I don’t have the cash to register. They said to get a sponsor, but I don’t really know what that means. What do I do to get one, Chaz?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Well, that’s between you and who decides to sponsor you,” the goat placed a basket with two, foot long subs stuffed so full they barely closed. “Most of the time you have to become kind of an unpaid spokesperson. You get paid in support for your competitive career. The more you win, the longer you get sponsored.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, but who wants to support me? Who do I ask?” She took a bite from one of the subs. “Mmph! These are so damn good! If I had the money, I could eat this all day, every day!”\n\n\n\n\n\nChaz watched her practically inhale the first one, then eat the second like an anaconda, gulping it down without even biting down that much. Candy belched and stroked her gut, feeling it press against the edge of the table. Listening to it gurgle happily and watching her check her bank account to order another, Chaz smiled to himself.\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’ll bet I can convince Fat Loredo’s to be your sponsor. Heck, half of my regulars come in because they see how happy you are eating our food from the window. I’m sure I can sell it to the top brass.”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy let the words sink in and a slow grin spread across her face. “Sounds like you already owe me one then!”\n\n\n\n\n\nChaz laughed. “Hey, I can’t promise since I just manage the store, it’s not like I own the place, but you do have a point. I’ll do my best for you though.”\n\n\n\n\n \n\n\n“They’re so good, I can’t help myself!” Candy exclaimed, though it was clear the upbeat and overly enthusiastic tone was rehearsed.\n\n\n\n\n\nRubbing her bloated belly and resisting the urge to smack the little hellion inside for kicking her bladder, the engorged corgi wolfed down a sub, smearing oil and dressing all over her lips.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Cut!” an exasperated rooster shouted, dragging his wings down his tired face and gathering his crew together. “Someone clean her up and get makeup back over here. Candy, please please pleeeeease, try not to make a mess when you eat the sandwich.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Sucker,” Candy chortled under her breath as sauce dribbled down her chin.  She sucked down the last of her current sub while a crew of cosmetic techs wiped her face and neck clean and touched up her makeup, placing another sub in her paws once their job was done. “The more takes we do, the more I get to eat.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“From the top, take twelve,” the rooster practically sobbed.\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy would have kept at it for another hour, but it was a full schedule day. She needed to go to the hospital for an ultrasound, and then get on a plane to get to her next competition. Fat Loredo’s welcomed the revenue generated by sponsoring Candy. Thankfully they were making more money than it took to feed the growing canine as her appetite continued to mount. Everything about her was getting plump now, not just chubby. Her enormous belly hid most of the added pounds everywhere else, but it was very clear who the culprit was. For two months, Candy had been out eating everyone at all the competitions her sponsor could find. She constantly looked ready to pop, in terms of her pregnancy, but she was only just finishing her first trimester. The amateur league just didn’t have anyone who came close to keeping up with the fecund corgi. Her belly ballooned constantly, seeming to gain at least one permanent inch each day. Such progress was rewarded by an invitational spot in the semi-pro eating tournament, her first shot at going against some real challengers.\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy sighed and did the next shoot still hamming up her line, but without making a mess. Despite her winnings, it barely covered her rent and the sponsorship only covered eating related expenses. That being said, she could no longer fit behind the steering wheel of her own car and didn’t have the cash to afford a new one. One of the Fat Loredo’s representatives dropped her off for her checkup, leaving the filming crew to cry tears of joy over her departure.\n\n\n\nA nurse showed her into one of the small exam rooms and left the dog to await the arrival of her doctor.  As she shuffled herself to the exam table, her swaying belly bumped into the edge before she could reach with her paws. It was then that Candy noticed for the first time that she could no longer see her feet as she looked down to try and get some leverage to heave her bulk onto the table. It barely creased when she shoved herself against the edge to try and roll herself up. She was so tightly packed that there just wasn’t enough give, to do more than bounce off the cushioned table, her gut glorping angrily at the abuse from both sides.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe door opened and the doctor entered, nearly dropping her clipboard once she saw the state of her patient. “Oh my goodness!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Sup, doc?” Candy asked casually, trying to hide her smile of pride for her globular stomach.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You’ve really grown in the last two months,” the slender pig stated nervously, remembering the corgi’s foul temper.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, this thing inside me is pretty big, huh?” Candy slapped the side of her belly and smiled.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe doctor swallowed hard and sighed. “That’s not really how it works. No matter who got you pregnant, you should only now be starting to show if you kept to a regular diet. I’m afraid that’s almost all you.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Like hell it is!” Candy barked. “You can’t get this big in a couple months on your own!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Normally no, but since you’re pregnant, your body is storing more fat in areas for your baby, specifically your stomach and breasts,” the pig explained. “You only see it this extreme in people who let their cravings get the better of them.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Bullshit!” Candy snapped. “What if I’m really carrying something that big? Or a lot of them? You think you can talk down to me just because you think you know everything?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’m sorry!” the pig squealed, Candy’s teeth frightening her as they ground together. “Let’s just do the exam and see for sure then, okay?”\n\n\n\n\n\nShe laid out a cot for the rotund dog without even trying to heft her onto the table, and applied the gel for the ultrasound. It took a long time, the accumulated fat Candy had grown was blocking a clear image, though the nurse could have sworn she saw something that looked like an entire foot long sandwich show up. She was about to announce her discoveries when she noticed something smearing in the gel. Wiping it away with a towel, a lot of the luster in Candy’s fur wiped away with it, as well as orange and white makeup covering her exposed skin. Underneath were red stretch marks arching over her turgid flanks. There were numerous small ones, but it was very apparent that they were all growing as new ones formed. The thought of slowly cracking glass, just waiting for the right amount of pressure to spread and break crossed the doctor’s mind and she backed away slowly, allowing Candy to struggle to stand herself up.\n\n\n\n\n\n“It seems that you’re going to be having twins,” the doctor said with some hesitation, waiting for Candy to figuratively, and possibly literally blow up. “Judging by what I could see, the father was a horse. Does that help narrow down potential matches for you?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy thought back to the night she had slept with a number of horses from the bar. Some local sports team, if memory served. Each one was offered a ride for each drink they bought her. She had been fucked so hard that night and so drunk that she didn’t get up until the following evening. Her lower lips started getting wet just thinking of the memory. “No, not really. But I told you though! Two fucking horse babies inside me! No wonder I’m so goddamn huge!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe nurse seemed too distraught to try and correct her, backing even farther away once a loud rumble erupted from deep inside the bloated corgi. “Aren’t…. Aren’t you listening...?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy shuffled out of the office, oblivious to any advice that went against what she wanted to hear.  She was just carrying big, and so she needed to keep eating big.  That was all she needed to know.\n\n \n \n\n  When Candy boarded the plane to leave later that day she discovered that her added weight required the flight crew to put her in a row completely by herself. The once diminutive, but still stocky dog overflowed the seat. Her hips spread each meaty butt cheek wide enough to take up half of the seat on either side of her, and the grandiose swell of maternity and meatballs her belly had become was squeezed against the seats in front of her. Candy hiccupped and burped every so often when the child in front of her bounced the back of his seat off her taut bulging belly. She wasn’t sure if she was uncomfortable or if she was enjoying the extra pressure pushing down on her overstuffed stomach, but it didn’t block out her excitement for her destination. Candy’s next contest would take her to Delila’s home town, and once she got there the rotund dog would have all the room and board as well as all the food she could eat. After all, the bunny was loaded and there was no way she would refuse her college bestie.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Now landing in our final destination! Bolton welcomes you!”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy was relieved to hear the pilot announce their arrival, and even more relieved once passengers started to slowly shuffle off the plane.  She was already grumpy that there wasn’t an inflight meal, and just wanted to get to the nearest fast food chain, but getting off the plane wasn’t going to be as easy as she though. Candy ended up being the last passenger to get off the plane. The engorged corgi found herself wedged between her seats and the ones in front of her. Her belly had apparently settled and digested enough of her commercial shoot feast for the majority of the weight to shift lower. Her bellybutton was peaking between the seats in front of her, a perfectly pinchable little nub, but as three stewardesses tried to pry Candy free, it bulged out even further, in and out with every tug. They ended up having to concede that they couldn’t get her out and had to call a mechanic to remove the seats in front of her.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Why are they all fucking laughing?!” Candy snarled, glaring at the snickering flight crew. “Don’t they know who I am?!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” the head stewardess wheezed under Candy’s weight as she tried to help her to the carts used to taxi people from gate to gate. “I believe the thing I’ve heard is that everyone thought those commercials used liberal special effects.”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy was about to go into a tirade on the poor stewardess, despite merely being the messenger tactfully delivering the truth, but something caught her eye that stole all of her attention. Standing near the exit were two rabbits. The male was standing quietly, hands in his pockets, occasionally sneaking glances at the woman by his side with a slight smile. Holding a huge cardboard sign that read CANDY in all sorts of colorful lines, the tall bunny next to him was bouncing up and down excitedly, waving the sign as she caught sight of the rotund corgi. Bulging from the rabbit’s waist was her own tight belly, though she was unmistakably pregnant unlike her canid friend.  The taut orb bounced up and down a few times after the waist it was attached to had stopped.\n\n The rabbit looked about ready to pop, although she still had at least three months to go. Despite not getting pregnant during a drunken party together like everyone in college had expected, they still had managed to get knocked up at about the same time. The beautiful bunny handed off her sign and bounded over to her friend, giggling as their bellies mashed together whike they tried their best to lean in for hugs.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Candy!” Delila squealed as their colossal tummies rubbed together. “It’s been like, so long! I’m so stoked to see you again! And you’re a spokesman for a restaurant now? That’s so rad!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“How’ve you been you dumb bitch!” Candy laughed in her customary greeting. “Hey, look at that! For the first time, I’m bigger than you!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Nuh, uh! It only looks that way because I’m taller! We’re like, totally the same size!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Bullshit! Mine are part horse! Two of them!” Candy boasted.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You’re having twins too?!” Delila squealed excitedly.\n\n\n\n\n\nThe male bunny had waited quietly to the side, letting the two catch up. Stepping forward, he picked up the Corgi’s bag and shook her paw with a nod. “Candy.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Jerry,” Candy said curtly. “You just had to take her from me, didn’t you? Made sure you kept her by knocking the bimbo up, huh?”\n\n\n\n\n\nJerry forced a smile and put an arm around the burgeoning waist of his future wife. He didn’t say anything, perhaps deciding that holding his tongue was the best option at the moment. With a protective hold around Delila and their future offspring inside they started heading for the exit. It was slow going, the two women waddling their way precariously through the crowds and out to the parking lot where a classic car waited for them. Jerry helped the two burdened women in, no easy task.  Delila was able to squeeze into the front seat, although she needed to sit sideways so her belly didn’t press into the dash, but Candy could only grip the edge of the back seat if she bent forward and planted her gut into the asphalt.  The tiny dog tried to pull herself into the car but only managed to dig her claws into the upholstery.  Jerry had no choice but to scoop up her belly, his paw pads hardly denting the feverish flesh, and dumped the dog onto the seat cushions, leaving Candy to flail about until she found a comfortable position. \n\n \n\nThe roads were deserted as usual, since most anthro’s preferred to drive hover cars these days, and before Candy knew it they were pulling into the driveway of the couple’s cozy home.\n\n\n“Been forever since I’ve been here,” Candy said once she was freed from the back seat.  She stretched, looking at the cul de sac.\n\n\n\n\n\nThere was the modest home of her friend, neighboring a Georgian mansion which sat in front of what looked like an industrial compound.  It took up most of the land in the little circle, and towered over the much smaller building like she remembered, but across from them was something Candy didn’t remember.  It was a lush garden in front of what had once been a vacant house, the small structure barely larger than a shed.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Did some dumbass actually move into that little shack?” Candy snickered, watching a tiny creature in a sunhat come skipping out the front door with an oversized watering can. “Bitch must be poor as fuck if she had to settle for that tin can next to the toxic smokestack.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Oh Jani? She’s like, super nice… a little too nice sometimes… but she means well. She makes all kinds of pies. All organic too! She grows everything in her garden! She even let me plant some of my special herbs over there!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Nice! She takes the fall if the cops ever come knocking!” Candy laughed. “She must be a complete dipshit!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Wait, what?” Delila stammered. “I don’t want that…”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Still got that fold out bed in the den? I’ll set up there,” Candy said, waddling past them into the house.\n\n\n\n\n\nJerry’s lips flicked to a frown for a microsecond. “We set up the guest room.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Nah, I like that couch. Equal distance from the kitchen and the bathroom, and all kitchen traffic!”\n\n\n\n\n\nOnce she made it to the couch and her ample cheeks hit the seat, Candy seemed rooted to the spot, only moving when nature called, or when the mountain of snacks in front of her disappeared. Delila was no stranger to binging with her college friend, especially with her old habits. Two women enabling each other while fueled by pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on the cupboards and refrigerator. Jerry found himself grocery shopping almost daily while they ate. Delila wasn’t constantly eating with Candy though, much to the corgi’s chagrin. Every moment the bunny spent with her betrothed was a moment of jealousy for the porky dog. Her response was to try and eat everything in the house to get Jerry to make more food runs. Within a week, he seemed to catch on, and there were enough groceries to make her belly ache. Not only that, but Jerry started buying raw pasta, frozen meats, basically nothing ready to eat so that Candy had to wait for someone to cook for her. In her bit of defiance against this precaution, she constantly ordered from the local Fat Lorenzo’s and had it delivered. Delila hadn’t been eating out as much since Jerry loved to dote on her, so her meals had been handmade for quite some time.\n\n\n\n\nThe small pops of dying elastic from two pairs of sweatpants could be heard once and a while over the groans of two strained bellies. Candy had ordered four eight foot subs after Delila had made them each a tray of her special brownies. Despite matching displays of gluttony, there was a sharp contrast between the two in mannerisms after every crumb had disappeared into the gurgling mounds of mountainous bellies. Candy leaned back with her legs splayed, the taut dome bubbling angrily as she slapped the boulder hard surface. She let out a loud belch before guzzling down a soda and wiping her lips with the back of her paw.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You know… we should order more, but make it a double decker eight foot sub…”\n\n\n\n\n\nDelila sat with her legs neatly tucked under her tremendous belly, tenderly stroking her sides, almost as if she were hugging the growing babies in her womb. She sighed happily, leaning her head down on the bulging swell, before giving a tiny hiccup and a cute burp into her paw.\n\n\n\n\n\n“But if there’s four pieces of bread, wouldn’t it be a triple decker eight foot sub?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“No, wait… quadruple decker…”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Nuh uh…” Delila corrected. “Because a double decker has three pieces of bread, so adding one more bread only adds one more decker…”\n\n\n\n\n\n“How many deckers until it’s a bus?” Candy asked, her eyes widening.\n\n\n\n\n\nDelila giggled. “Those are only double deckers.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Yeah, but how many decker sandwiches would it take to make a bus?” Candy gawked at her revelation. “I would eat that bus…”\n\n\n\n\n\nShe hazily rubbed her belly and gave it a few more smacks, causing a few more angry gurgles as the two of them gazed at the ceiling, drooling at the thought of an edible bus. The springs in the fold out bed were wailing in despair. The two boulders of flesh obscured all but the ladies’ legs as they leaned back. Delila missed having such a stuffed belly. Usually her neighbor and friend from the Georgian mansion next door had all sorts of delicious experiments to round out her belly, but with all the wedding planning, she didn’t have the time to be as involved with such things.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You ready for dessert?” she asked her littler friend.\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy licked her chops, but even in her special brownie fueled buzz she had to wince at the thought of eating more. “More baked goods?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Nah, Michelle says I’ve got to limit that a bit. It’s a total drag man,” Delila pouted. “I’ve like, got all sorts of totally rad ice cream flavors though.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“You know… you could probably out eat all the bitches at the contests I go to,” Candy sighed as she felt herself sobering up. “Damn… It’s so hard to maintain a fucking high when you weigh this much…”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Right?” Delila nodded slowly. “Totally blows… but I can like, cut back until my babies come.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Fucking kids,” Candy grumbled, looking longingly at a case of beer Jerry couldn’t fit into the fridge.\n\n\n\n\n\n“You really think I would be good at an eating contest?”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy perked up a bit. “You’re kidding right? Baby bellies are fucking great for it! Cravings make everything delicious, they’re not screened in drug tests, and it takes so much to feel full! It’s the goddamn perfect edge! Plus you keep letting that fucking rat fill you up with all that shit, so you’ve already got your gut stretched out.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“I dunno man. Eating should be enjoyed, not work,” Delila curled up, looking ready for a nap.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Everyone says you should do what you fucking love as your profession. I love to eat, so eating is my profession. It’s not work, it’s awesome!” Candy turned, smacking her belly into Delila’s. “Come watch me tomorrow! You’ll see!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe lingering pressure of the two bellies smushed together like dueling walruses eventually pushed out an enormous burp from both ladies, making the bunny blush a moment before frowning. “Man… now I’m hungry again…”\n\n\n\n\n\nNeither had a chance to discuss anything further as they fell into a deep food coma, the gurgling stomachs creaking and rumbling like two icebergs with each breath. The young inside kicked against their prison walls, causing both belly buttons to dance as the overfed mounds jiggled and bounced off each other with the movement. They didn’t even wake up when Jerry returned home. He smiled and tried to tuck his fiance in, the chosen blanket barely draping over the massive belly. He bent down and gave it two kisses, then kissed Delila on the cheek, one for each of his girls.\n\n\n\n\n\nDelila stretched several hours later, waking up with an urgent need to pee with one or both or her daughters tap dancing on her bladder. Even with her lanky legs, it took her several tries to rock up onto her feet.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Woah! I think all three of us grew a few inches overnight,” she giggled as she rubbed her still tight stomach. “We’ll have to wait and eat breakfast in front of Candy so that she’s extra hungry for her match today.”\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was a tactic that worked, and Candy used that feeling to get herself excited for whatever came her way. As part of the contest, she was never allowed to know what was being served so that the contestants couldn’t prepare for anything specifically. Candy’s favorite was always the hot dogs, the long, thick meat sliding through her mouth and down her throat put her mind into a horny state that made the dog imagine all the fans that had been throwing themselves at her more and more as her popularity rose. It wet all her appetites and set her up to be ready to take anyone’s meat in any of her openings. It didn’t help that the tighter her belly got, the hornier she felt. The whole drive, her mind wandered to slurping on a man’s meat while another pounded her ass and hungry pussy. An experience her rising fame had recently allowed her to enjoy for the first time. She’d had three or more guys in a single night many times, but never that many all at once. Jerry saw Candy drooling when he opened the car door for her once they finally arrived, and he hoped she was just eyeing Delila’s breakfast sandwich with that hungry look.\n\n\n\n\n\nAs she popped free of the door, her eyes narrowed, recognizing a figure she’d grown to loathe. “Lydia!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Howdy sugah,” the alligator waved in response to the glare. “I ain’t seen you since the fair last month.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“I should have won that first one and you know it! Professionals have people to make sure food is always in reach,” Candy snarled.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Yo’ah still on about that first contest? Ah don’t undastand why you have such a hatred for me,” Lydia frowned. “It weren’t a professional contest. And yo’ah here now. Yuh’ve dun beat me in every uthu contest we competed in.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Fuck you! All your fucking sponsors should have been mine! I would have been featured on the fucking Food Channel! Our places should be switched!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe alligator turned up her nose at the crass dog and marched away. “Ah’ll not listen tuh such vulga language I ain’t earned!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThey approached the stage at about the same time, Lydia standing proud and greeting her cheering fans with a regal wave, while Candy was puffing and wheezing, pushing past to find her seat, as if sitting first would show that she was better. However, it made one thing very evident. Candy was not in shape and her only real training was constantly eating as much as possible. Lydia on the other hand looked like she had been properly preparing her body for competition. She was padded all around, but her belly was not bulging out and covered in veins and angry stretch marks. Her belly was soft, a fold in the middle hiding her bellybutton. Classically, everyone pretty much wore stretch pants or maternity pants and a sports bra to show off their gorging middles, but Candy’s default state was bloated and bulging and it looked like she was the only one. Since she was the newest blood on the circuit, the others looked at her as though she was a pushover. They didn’t realize that this was a mistake on their part, and that she had two half horse babies fueling an insatiable hunger.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Welcome eaters!” cried out a Holstein announcer who’s breasts and belly stretched her black cocktail dress so thin that her spots were visible through it. She explained the rules and introduced all of the contestants before calling in the chefs. “Today, our lovely contestants are going to be going head to head eating… PIZZA! Now, due to the level of skill each and every one of these mighty munchers have, instead of a time limit, we’re doing the first to devour thirty pizzas! Believe me, I’ve seen them all before. They can all eat that and more, so the name of this game is all speed, because we just don’t have the time to make them reach capacity! Eaters, are you ready? On your mark… get set… CHOW DOWN!”\n\n\n\n\n\nEveryone’s first pizza was gone before the heifer even sat down at the judges’ table. Candy’s belly was the first to visibly react, the softer paunch of her partially empty gut rounding out so that it was an almost perfect sphere. Luckily for her, an attendant swiped the empty tray and placed a fresh pizza in front of her before she finished swallowing. By far the smallest contender if you didn’t count the bellies. In that category, she was easily one of the largest, but how quickly she was filling up had Lydia chuckling to herself.  The gator’s bellybutton was only just now showing as it emerged from the fold in her gut. She still had a long way to go before her stomach even started to get tight.\n\n \n\n  Pizza number four and Candy’s belly was starting to get shiny, the layers of foundation on her skin stretched too thin to hide the strain any longer. The Corgi’s belly started to push the table away with a squeal, making all the other contestants scowl in her direction. Some had a distinct style that made propping their elbows on the table part of their strategy, and these eaters quickly began to fall behind. Candy had her head leaned back, shoveling pizza after pizza down her throat. She barely chewed, and the overwhelming volume of sauce and dough packing into her stomach forced the bloated gut further and further away from her.  It quickly resembled a ripening fruit as the larger it got, the deeper the shade of red. It rumbled as it rolled over her lap, legs already spread wide to accommodate the heavy boulder stuffed to the brim with pizza pies. Her ample breasts were starting to press into her chin as her belly pushed all of her body wide from the rest of the expanding globe. Stealing a glance at her rival, the dog could see that Lydia was slowing down, her once soft middle now stretched tight, spreading her scales apart. She was still ahead of Candy for the moment, but she didn’t have anything in her womb enhancing her hunger. Candy was the only one actually picking up speed, a tightness at the apex of her stomach growing until finally…\n\n\n\n\n\n*POP*\n\n\n\n\n\n“Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like our Candy Crusher just gave herself an outie!” the Holstein cheered. “It doesn’t happen often, but you gotta love when it does!”\n\n\n\n\n\nCandy moaned happily as the tension in her belly abated.  It made her dive into her eating even faster, quickly overtaking Lydia.  The metal legs of her chair whined under the ever growing poundage settling on top of it. Closer and closer to the end, Candy could no longer see around her own struggling gut as she folded the next pizza in half to choke it down. She couldn’t even see Lydia anymore since the chair was starting to bend and sag backwards under her plump cheeks, forcing Candy to recline, her head looking up at the sky now. Atlas couldn’t compete with the aluminum legs of the chair as the towering globe of Candy’s stomach rose to be taller than the corgi was on her feet.  It was a blood red obelisk, a pulsing mountain that completely buried the small dog attached to it, but Candy didn’t seem to be concerned. She held out a paw again for the next pizza, only to feel it get gripped and raised high.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Our champion of the day! Give it up for Candy!”\n\n\n\n\n\nAmidst the cheers from the crowd, a scaley claw reached out sportsmanly to shake her paw. “Ah must say, you’ve done it again, Candy. Seems Ah cain’t beat yuh.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Heh, that’s because you suck, Lydia. You’re just an amateur,” Candy belched into her paw before wiping it on Lydia’s webbed hand. “I now people that have never even thought about entering a contest that could beat you. Yo! Delila! Come here!”\n\n\n\n\n\nThe lanky bunny with a belly that looked the same as most of the contestants waddled over excitedly and clapped her paws around the claw Lydia was eyeing in disgust. “You were so cool! That was really close! Are you a friend of Candy’s? I read your bio in the program! Did you really-?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“This is Delila,” Candy cut her off with a wicked grin. “And she knows more about eating than you could ever hope to learn.”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Y’all think this bunneh can beat me?” Lydia bristled a little.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Oh gawd! I’d love to eat with you!” Delila squeed excitedly. “Like, I don’t think I’d win, but you’re an awesome lady!”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Yo’ah a sweet thang,” Lydia chuckled at the eager Delila. “Awlright sugah. We can have a friendly contest. When an’ where?”\n\n\n\n\n\n“Two months to whip her into proper shape and she’ll beat your ass to next year!” Candy scoffed as if she were boasting for herself.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Then it seems we have ahselves a contest!” Lydia’s lip curled, both contenders seeming to have forgotten about Delila, as if they were directly challenging each other.\n\n\n\n\n\n“Two months, Lydia,” Candy sneered. “Two months and I show everyone that you’re nothing but a fraud!”\n\n ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Guts and Glory

Part one

 

Something was making an awful racket. It would stop for a few seconds, then start again, over and over. Stirring from the crumpled heap she had sprawled herself in the night before, a corgi’s disheveled head raised and started searching for the source of the noise. The headache from her hangover didn’t help things as she fumbled around groggily for a few seconds before realizing it was her phone. She grumbled as she picked it up, lighting a cigarette and putting it between her lips before answering.





“Who the fuck is this?”





“Hello? Candy? Is that you?” an energetic voice chittered on the other side.





“Of course it is? Who the hell did you think you called?” a plump paw removed the burning cigarette so that she could snap properly at whatever random airhead had dared call her so early in the… she looked at the clock… afternoon. “What do you want?”





“Candy, were you out drinking all night again? You’re totally wasted, aren’t you?” the voice giggled. “Don’t you recognize my voice?”





The corgi wasn’t in the mood for games or whatever miss sunshine was so excited about, until she checked the name of her phone. Delila, the rich rabbit she’d hung out with through college. The girl could party enough to keep up with her, and then some, but she’d gotten hung up on some guy and wasn’t as willing to do the hardcore stuff they used to. Still, it’s not like she hadn’t had fun and she never had to buy her own drinks with Delila around.





“Delila! How the hell have you been? Why don’t you ever call me, bitch?!” Candy’s tone instantly changed to a much more energetic demeanor.





“You never called either though, dude,” Delila giggled again.





“You’re the one with the boy toy, so you should be calling me, otherwise you’re just going to tell me I’m interrupting something,” Candy snorted playfully. “You two are the reason they say someone fucks like a rabbit, or breeds like bunnies, whatever it is.”





“Actually, that’s, like, what I wanted to call you about,” Delila was still extraordinarily giddy, which wasn’t like the mellow, laid back stoner from their college days. “I just found out that I’m pregnant! I don’t know how many yet, it’s totally too soon to tell, but Jerry decided that since we’re going to be, like, parents we should get married, so he proposed! We’re getting married in like, six months!”





“Slow that shit down, girl,” Candy felt a puff of anger. “You ditch me for a few years and then decide to drop a double bombshell on me out of nowhere?”





“What’s your damage, Candy? Aren’t you stoked for me?”





Candy thought a moment, debating what was bothering her the most about the conversation. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great for you Delila. You could have had it all though. You really want to settle down with one guy and raise a few brats?”





“Kids were a surprise, but Jerry is like, a dream, man. I love him,” Delila said, the nature of her sigh clearly showing the girl was star struck.





“Great, Dee, that’s great. I’ll be there when you tie the knot. See you then, alright?” Candy grumbled.





“Thanks Candy! I can’t wait to see you again!”





They hung up and Candy sat up, looking at the various bottles littering her floor. She started feeling a little nostalgic looking at them all, remembering her time in college with the dumb bunny. Feeling herself start to well up caused the corgi to get a little angry. As fun as she was, Delila wasn’t worth getting upset over. She wasn’t even sure what was upsetting her. She grumbled and took the first drag of her cigarette, only to immediately run for the bathroom and start heaving. With nothing in her stomach, it passed quickly, but she stared at the glowing ember at the end in bewilderment.





“That’s new. I must be more hungover than I thought. Maybe I just need some breakfast.”





Breakfast to Candy wasn’t exactly something a healthy person would ever consider. The chubby dog padded to the refrigerator, brushing her orange hair out of her face and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She mixed herself a screwdriver and yawned before taking a deep swig from the glass. The same problem as the cigarette happened though, and she found herself doubled over the sink. Sputtering the drink out while the rest of the glass poured over the counter and the floor. Her muscles and throat ached as her body tried to purge itself.





“Oh… fuck…” Candy groaned when her body finally stopped spasming. “That’s not good…”




 





“Well, it’s official!” her doctor squealed happily as Candy pulled her pants back up her plump thighs.  The female pig’s cheery attitude was starting to give the corgi a headache. “You’re pregnant! Who’s the lucky guy?”





Candy growled grumpily as she squished her plump breasts into her bra. “None of them. Whoever it is, they’re dead meat.”





“Oh… well, you’re about… one month in, so does that help you narrow it down?”





Candy thought back on all of her past exploits, noting that she had about equal number of men in about the same number of days. “Not really…”





“Well once you’re a little further along, we can do an ultrasound to see what you’ve got in there and advise you on how to care for anything unexpected. Otherwise regular prenatal care until then,” the doctor said nervously.

 
 


“This fucking blows,” Candy spat into her bathroom mirror once she got home, throwing the vitamins she was given at her reflection.





Splashing cold water against her face, she had to make a real adult decision for once. Candy didn’t want kids. She didn’t like them, she didn’t really even want anything to do with them. On the other hand, enough of those pro-life billboards had made her feel guilty enough to have difficulty considering alternatives. It didn’t help that the gravity of the choice either way made the argument come full circle and spin her mind over and over.





“I got two months to make a final choice,” Candy muttered with a sigh, “just ride it out and see how you feel then.”





It was a promise to herself, or at least she was telling herself it was. Really, she was delaying the inevitable choice as long as possible. Not a week into her delay and she was already ornery and stressed. Until her choice was made, she had surprisingly stayed true to her conviction to do what was best for a mother to be. Alcohol and cigarettes were immediately cut out of her life, but the withdrawals were hitting her hard, and the new hormones coming into the mix weren’t helping.





“I’m always fucking moody, I’m always fucking hungry, I’m always fucking horny,” Candy grumbled, one paw in a chip bag, the other jammed down her pants as she watched her television.





She was desperate for something to do without her vices. Another mouthful of greasy deep fried potato chips was stuffed into her muzzle as she worked her fingers as deep as they could in her pants. While she could have gone out partying still, she hadn’t seen the point without booze, and while her bubble butt and other curvy features were appealing, without getting drunk she found herself a lot pickier about the guys that wanted to hook up with her. She felt like crap constantly and struggled to adjust, but still wouldn’t make a decision. She threw away the now empty chip bag, her stomach churned hungrily while she watched a holovision commercial for the state fair. The very idea of a deep fried pickle on a stick and funnel cake dusted with powdered sugar had her practically drooling.





She rushed to the bedroom as fast as her pudgy legs would carry her, squeezed herself into her favorite outfit, and hustled out the door. The Fairground was packed, but Candy wasn’t even slightly bothered by all the elbows bumping into her. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have been furious on a normal day, but she was so happy stuffing her face with greasy and over sugared foods, some of them being excessively saturated in both, that she barely noticed. In fact, one such elbow knocked her paw as it was guiding a corn dog in for a monster sized bite. The force of the bump made her accidentally deep throat the entire batter fried snack. She giggled to herself, slid it off the stick and swallowed it whole. The wad of meat and dough landed in her growling belly, which was already packed with a bucket of cookies, two boats of cheese curds and a bag of mini donuts. The slight crease in the middle of her doughy belly had smoothed out some, and wouldn’t even show off her spare tire unless she really bent forward and tried to touch her toes. Two out of three of her complaints from earlier in the day were already handled. She was finally getting enough food to quiet her cravings a bit, and that put her in an infinitely better mood. Now all she needed was some good loving, but she was more than satisfied for the day at least.  Feeling her belly bounce heavily as a whole rather than jiggle slightly as she walked through the crowd was a new experience for her, but Candy had to admit that it felt really good. It was strange to be so full, yet feel so hungry, but her stomach was enjoying it very much.


  Once she reached the edge of the fairground her eye caught a sign hanging above a large stage, and the chubby corgi praised her good fortune for paying attention to holovision commercials for once.

 

 “Amateur eating contest at four o’clock! One thousand dollars prize. Twenty dollars per person, feast all that you can feast!”


 She licked her lips at the thought of entering the contest. It didn’t even matter what food it was, all that was on her mind was that it was all she could eat for twenty bucks. Shoving people out of her way, Candy muscled herself up to the registration desk chart and slapped down a wad of small bills.





“Sign me up for this bitch! I’m taking those hot dogs and that money!”





“That’s the can do attitude we like to see! If you do well, there are scouts out for the pro circuit today.”





“Whatever, I just want something to eat!” Candy snorted. “When do I get seated?”





“Fair enough,” the judge smiled. “We should be getting underway here any minute now.”





Candy rushed past him and up the starirs, picking a center stage seat.  She sat there eagerly, her feet dangling just above the floor, and watched the other contestants sit down. Wiggling in her seat, Candy barely heard the judge begin his announcement to the gathering spectators. Her focus was instead on the proverbial mountain of hotdogs being placed in front of her. Every contestant was given the same amount. Had she been listening, she would have heard that there were fifty for each of them and that the first one to finish would be declared the winner. If no one could finish, then the one that ate the most would be the winner.





“Eaters are you ready?” the judge finally had her attention. “On your mark… get set… Devour!”





Candy immediately grabbed a hot dog in each hand and began double fisting them, alternating side to side to take a bite of each one until it was gone, then reaching up for another. She could hear her stomach burbling as she stuffed it, the edge of hunger going away a little with each bite, but not completely gone. For the first time, she felt some appreciation for her pregnancy, the cravings really helped her keep up with a lot of the other contestants, even as she filled herself more than she ever had before. Glancing at the others, she noticed that some were already half done with their platter, practically inhaling hot dogs at a pace Candy had never realized was possible.





Not wanting to be outdone, Candy scowled at them before going back to a well-practiced technique she used on other types of sausage, what she had accidentally done earlier on her corn dog. The little dog relaxed her throat and bobbed her head forward and up, gulping down each one with a single swallow. She began groaning, her stomach starting to hurt, hunger now long gone, but her competitive streak had kicked into high gear. One of her paws stopped grabbing hot dogs and rested on her packed gut. All of the soft pudge had smoothed out, and while she wasn’t much larger than normal, her belly was firm. The happy gurgles were turning into groans of strain as she continued to relentlessly gorge on hot dogs.





Already contestants were calling it quits around her. Some had merely eaten their fill and left the stage after five or six.  Others had tried to be ambitious, but were completely unprepared for an actual contest and tapped out looking a little green in the face and sporting a slightly distended stomach. In Candy’s case, her short stature was already making itself a hindrance. Every time her skin creaked she could feel her stomach rolling out from her lap and pushing her legs apart. Only halfway through her plate and she already looked like she was six months along. The weight of the turgid orb ballooning from her waist was making it difficult to lean forward and grab the next hot dog, but she kept plugging along as best she could.





Panting heavily, Candy looked around at the others. As she did, one of the contestant’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he collapsed off the side of his chair. The badger was no lightweight, but even he looked like he had swallowed a basketball.  The fur covering the badger’s bulging gut bristled, his t-shirt pushed upwards to rest above the shallow navel. Candy turned her gaze back to her dwindling hotdogs and stroked the burgeoning gut she had grown while it growled angrily under the table.  She reached for another hot dog, the tightly stuffed globe of flesh pressing against the edge of her seat, forcing her to reach.

  There were only eight dogs left on Candy’s tray when the bear next to her had to get out of his seat and run to the trash can.  The sounds of his heaving caused others to have to do the same, leaving only three competitors at the table. When only two hotdogs remained the corgi finally ran into trouble. Her belly was beginning to push Candy away from the table every time she leaned in to grab the bland sausages. The dog rocked back and forth, forcing the churning, pressurized ball of flesh into the seat, and swiped at the hotdogs inches away from her paw tips.   With a grunt of effort she finally managed to grab one just as the announcer called an end to the contest.





“We have out winner, ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for Lydia!” the judge was holding up the clawed hand of an alligator, who despite having just eaten fifty hot dogs, looked like she could eat another fifty in the same sitting.





“Damn it!” Candy snapped at the judge. “I was fucking robbed! I couldn’t reach the god damned table to get my fucking food!”





“Er, yes, well everyone, please enjoy the rest of the fair,” the judge talked over Candy with the microphone to drown out the slew of curses she continued to hurl his way. “Our lucky winner has the chance to join the pro circuit if she so chooses, so you may see more of her in the future! Best of luck Lydia!”





Candy shoved herself away from the table, or rather shoved the table away from her. The weight of her overtaxed belly kept her seated in the exact spot and the much lighter table scooted across the stage. She plopped down heavily, staggering as her legs wobbled with her new girth. She was so full that she looked like she had swallowed a medicine ball and the skin that could be seen beneath the white patches in her fur was pink and angry. Waddling off the stage as her belly groaned she did her best to throw a tantrum. She felt so cheated, knowing that she could have easily downed those last two hot dogs. Her mouth was already watering as she looked at an ice cream stand. Her pregnancy had her hungry as a champion eater and if her height hadn’t stopped her, she totally would have won.





“Hey there miss,” a southern drawl caught her attention. “I agreed wid you out there. Weren’t fair they didn’t set your food close enough.”





Another alligator had come to meet her as she stomped off the stage. “You a talent scout?”





“Naw, just a fan uh healthy appetites. I love me a girl who ain’t afraid of some meat on her bones,” the toothy grin spread wider as he eyed up the tubby corgi. “Seems you ain’t afraid to show it off neither.”





Candy smiled at the compliment as she looked over the muscular reptile. He was an impressive specimen and probably a farm boy. Her outfit was not modest in the slightest, a crop top that her breasts bubbled out of and that exposed her ample belly, more so now that she was stuffed. Besides that were some very low riding cut off shorts that had the bottoms of her chubby butt cheeks bulging out of the way too short leg holes.





“I’d have loved to see my cousin put in her place, and I think she knows you’da won too. Can I show you mah… appreciation?”





The none too subtle wink made Candy pause, “I don’t-”





She was about to say she didn’t have any protection with her, but she suddenly realized that it didn’t matter. She was already pregnant.





“I’m sorry, don’t what?” the alligator asked, sounding concerned.





“I don’t have cash for a ride home,” Candy grinned. “But if you gave me a ride, I’m sure we could both show each other our appreciation.”





The walk to the alligator’s truck was another new experience for Candy. Her tightly packed gut bobbed up and down with each step as she proudly marched herself as fast as her short legs could carry her new bulk. The extra tug on her skin was painful, but also somehow rewarding. She was giggling to herself as it strained up and down, bouncing like it wasn’t really part of her body, just stuffed into her skin.  Something about looking at herself so bloated and stuffed was arousing her, and she realized that her pregnant appetite had scored her an easy lay and the cheapest all you can eat buffet she had ever had. Straddling the glutted belly, she realized that she could even use this newfound hunger to get all the free food she wanted if she did become a professional eater. She could be paid to eat to her heart’s content, and people like this farm boy would practically beg to be with her.




 

 

Candy didn’t waste any time once she got home, stripping off her clothes and beckoning him through the doorway and into her bedroom.  She was still amazed that seeing her fat and nude made her gator companion hard almost instantly, but Candy wasn’t about to complain. The hunger between her legs grew ravenous as she admired his size and desperately tried to find a comfortable position to lay down. The best she could do was balance on her overstuffed gut, her knees unable to reach the mattress if she stayed in a position to accept him into her body. His strong arms didn’t seem to mind holding her up enough to plow himself directly into her wet womanhood, and Candy practically screamed in delight. As horny as pregnancy had made her, it also made sex feel so much better than the dog ever remembered, and this scaled titan holding her from behind was everything she loved in her partners. Candy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head once she came, her body twitching with an overload of sensations as his thick rod erupted deep inside her. She lay there in her bed, limp and panting long after he had left, and as the sex fueled fog lifted from her mind Candy made an executive decision. She was going to keep whatever brats were growing in her until she gave birth to them, and she was going to become a competitive eater.  She just hoped all her fans were going to be as appreciative and impressive as this one.




 


“Aww, come on,” Candy barked into her phone. “You can’t tell me there’s no other way to get on the eating circuit besides getting lucky at a fair.”





“I’m sorry, Miss,” a nervous voice said again on the other end. “The fair isn’t responsible for keeping up with the competitions. We just host them for one day.”





“Listen you little shit, they would have at least given you a contact number. Give it to me!” Candy snarled.





“Will you stop harassing me if I do?” the poor creature whimpered.





Candy scribbled the number down and dialed it as fast as she could. She drummed her claw tipped fingers impatiently while the phone rang, the dog’s patience non-existent. Her cravings had really been kicking in since the pregnancy was taking a lot of energy from her, and despite her constant snacking she could never really stop feeling hungry. She was uncomfortably full most of the time now, but her stomach still demanded more. It had been a week since she had gone to the fair and this new eating habit was draining what little funds she had quickly. Luckily there were more than enough guys out there willing to buy her a meal for a quick lay, but that wasn’t going to pay her rent.





“Hello there! Elite Eats, how can I help you today?” a chipper voice answered finally.





“I want in on your pro eater tour,” Candy demanded without introducing herself.





“Certainly! Can I get your name please?”





“Candace Barkman,” Candy grumbled, not overly fond of giving her full name.





“Hmmmmm… I’m not seeing you on the list here. Are you not an invitational contestant?”





“What the fuck is that?” Candy snapped back.





“Well, people that draw in a crowd are invited to participate, otherwise all entrants have to pay a five hundred dollar entry fee. Once you do that we can register you for the cross country tour coming up next month.”





“Isn’t this supposed to be free?” Candy huffed irritably.  Her nicotine withdrawal was piquing at its worst so far and everything seemed to be infuriating her.





“Oh, good lord, no! We wouldn’t be able to exist at all if we didn’t make some income from the events.”





The corgi grumbled, knowing that was one point she couldn’t really argue. “I don’t have that kind of money.”





“Have you considered a sponsor? If you can find an eatery that will sponsor you, they’ll usually pay your entry fee, travel, lodging, and medical fees.”





Candy immediately perked up. “Sweet! I’ll do that! Put my name down now, because you’re going to be hearing it a lot!”





As confident as she was about it over the phone, the chubby corgi had no idea where to start. The constant craving for food wasn’t helping her think either. The dog’s temper had been raised by her doctor as well, the pig’s latest checkup revealing that Candy’s child wasn’t all that big yet, not even big enough for an ultrasound.  Meaning that the majority of her new girth was all fat that she had packed on with her lack of craving control and addictive personality. She personally thought the pig was full of shit, no one could bloat that rapidly on just food.  She knew she had to be carrying something big.   She really didn’t mind her growing curves though, finding that many of the men she’d been hooking up with lately enjoyed more cushion, but the nurses and doctors all wanted to tell her how to live and what to eat. It really pissed her off to be told what to do by people that thought they were smarter than her. It reminded her of that insufferable rat Delila hung out with all the time

 

 
 


“Two spicy meatball subs, fully loaded,” Candy said as she walked into her favorite fast food chain. Fat Loredo’s, a specialty sub sandwich shop that had only recently become a chain.





“Candy! Why so glum?” the goat behind the counter asked as he pulled out freshly baked bread to start on the order. Being a purveyor of food, he was one of the few that never saw the corgi’s more crass side.





“I missed my chance to get into the competitive eating scene,” Candy sighed. “Now I’m having problems going through all the channels because I don’t have the cash to register. They said to get a sponsor, but I don’t really know what that means. What do I do to get one, Chaz?”





“Well, that’s between you and who decides to sponsor you,” the goat placed a basket with two, foot long subs stuffed so full they barely closed. “Most of the time you have to become kind of an unpaid spokesperson. You get paid in support for your competitive career. The more you win, the longer you get sponsored.”





“Yeah, but who wants to support me? Who do I ask?” She took a bite from one of the subs. “Mmph! These are so damn good! If I had the money, I could eat this all day, every day!”





Chaz watched her practically inhale the first one, then eat the second like an anaconda, gulping it down without even biting down that much. Candy belched and stroked her gut, feeling it press against the edge of the table. Listening to it gurgle happily and watching her check her bank account to order another, Chaz smiled to himself.





“I’ll bet I can convince Fat Loredo’s to be your sponsor. Heck, half of my regulars come in because they see how happy you are eating our food from the window. I’m sure I can sell it to the top brass.”





Candy let the words sink in and a slow grin spread across her face. “Sounds like you already owe me one then!”





Chaz laughed. “Hey, I can’t promise since I just manage the store, it’s not like I own the place, but you do have a point. I’ll do my best for you though.”




 


“They’re so good, I can’t help myself!” Candy exclaimed, though it was clear the upbeat and overly enthusiastic tone was rehearsed.





Rubbing her bloated belly and resisting the urge to smack the little hellion inside for kicking her bladder, the engorged corgi wolfed down a sub, smearing oil and dressing all over her lips.





“Cut!” an exasperated rooster shouted, dragging his wings down his tired face and gathering his crew together. “Someone clean her up and get makeup back over here. Candy, please please pleeeeease, try not to make a mess when you eat the sandwich.”





“Sucker,” Candy chortled under her breath as sauce dribbled down her chin.  She sucked down the last of her current sub while a crew of cosmetic techs wiped her face and neck clean and touched up her makeup, placing another sub in her paws once their job was done. “The more takes we do, the more I get to eat.”





“From the top, take twelve,” the rooster practically sobbed.





Candy would have kept at it for another hour, but it was a full schedule day. She needed to go to the hospital for an ultrasound, and then get on a plane to get to her next competition. Fat Loredo’s welcomed the revenue generated by sponsoring Candy. Thankfully they were making more money than it took to feed the growing canine as her appetite continued to mount. Everything about her was getting plump now, not just chubby. Her enormous belly hid most of the added pounds everywhere else, but it was very clear who the culprit was. For two months, Candy had been out eating everyone at all the competitions her sponsor could find. She constantly looked ready to pop, in terms of her pregnancy, but she was only just finishing her first trimester. The amateur league just didn’t have anyone who came close to keeping up with the fecund corgi. Her belly ballooned constantly, seeming to gain at least one permanent inch each day. Such progress was rewarded by an invitational spot in the semi-pro eating tournament, her first shot at going against some real challengers.





Candy sighed and did the next shoot still hamming up her line, but without making a mess. Despite her winnings, it barely covered her rent and the sponsorship only covered eating related expenses. That being said, she could no longer fit behind the steering wheel of her own car and didn’t have the cash to afford a new one. One of the Fat Loredo’s representatives dropped her off for her checkup, leaving the filming crew to cry tears of joy over her departure.



A nurse showed her into one of the small exam rooms and left the dog to await the arrival of her doctor.  As she shuffled herself to the exam table, her swaying belly bumped into the edge before she could reach with her paws. It was then that Candy noticed for the first time that she could no longer see her feet as she looked down to try and get some leverage to heave her bulk onto the table. It barely creased when she shoved herself against the edge to try and roll herself up. She was so tightly packed that there just wasn’t enough give, to do more than bounce off the cushioned table, her gut glorping angrily at the abuse from both sides.





The door opened and the doctor entered, nearly dropping her clipboard once she saw the state of her patient. “Oh my goodness!”





“Sup, doc?” Candy asked casually, trying to hide her smile of pride for her globular stomach.





“You’ve really grown in the last two months,” the slender pig stated nervously, remembering the corgi’s foul temper.





“Yeah, this thing inside me is pretty big, huh?” Candy slapped the side of her belly and smiled.





The doctor swallowed hard and sighed. “That’s not really how it works. No matter who got you pregnant, you should only now be starting to show if you kept to a regular diet. I’m afraid that’s almost all you.”





“Like hell it is!” Candy barked. “You can’t get this big in a couple months on your own!”





“Normally no, but since you’re pregnant, your body is storing more fat in areas for your baby, specifically your stomach and breasts,” the pig explained. “You only see it this extreme in people who let their cravings get the better of them.”





“Bullshit!” Candy snapped. “What if I’m really carrying something that big? Or a lot of them? You think you can talk down to me just because you think you know everything?”





“I’m sorry!” the pig squealed, Candy’s teeth frightening her as they ground together. “Let’s just do the exam and see for sure then, okay?”





She laid out a cot for the rotund dog without even trying to heft her onto the table, and applied the gel for the ultrasound. It took a long time, the accumulated fat Candy had grown was blocking a clear image, though the nurse could have sworn she saw something that looked like an entire foot long sandwich show up. She was about to announce her discoveries when she noticed something smearing in the gel. Wiping it away with a towel, a lot of the luster in Candy’s fur wiped away with it, as well as orange and white makeup covering her exposed skin. Underneath were red stretch marks arching over her turgid flanks. There were numerous small ones, but it was very apparent that they were all growing as new ones formed. The thought of slowly cracking glass, just waiting for the right amount of pressure to spread and break crossed the doctor’s mind and she backed away slowly, allowing Candy to struggle to stand herself up.





“It seems that you’re going to be having twins,” the doctor said with some hesitation, waiting for Candy to figuratively, and possibly literally blow up. “Judging by what I could see, the father was a horse. Does that help narrow down potential matches for you?”





Candy thought back to the night she had slept with a number of horses from the bar. Some local sports team, if memory served. Each one was offered a ride for each drink they bought her. She had been fucked so hard that night and so drunk that she didn’t get up until the following evening. Her lower lips started getting wet just thinking of the memory. “No, not really. But I told you though! Two fucking horse babies inside me! No wonder I’m so goddamn huge!”





The nurse seemed too distraught to try and correct her, backing even farther away once a loud rumble erupted from deep inside the bloated corgi. “Aren’t…. Aren’t you listening...?”





Candy shuffled out of the office, oblivious to any advice that went against what she wanted to hear.  She was just carrying big, and so she needed to keep eating big.  That was all she needed to know.

 
 

  When Candy boarded the plane to leave later that day she discovered that her added weight required the flight crew to put her in a row completely by herself. The once diminutive, but still stocky dog overflowed the seat. Her hips spread each meaty butt cheek wide enough to take up half of the seat on either side of her, and the grandiose swell of maternity and meatballs her belly had become was squeezed against the seats in front of her. Candy hiccupped and burped every so often when the child in front of her bounced the back of his seat off her taut bulging belly. She wasn’t sure if she was uncomfortable or if she was enjoying the extra pressure pushing down on her overstuffed stomach, but it didn’t block out her excitement for her destination. Candy’s next contest would take her to Delila’s home town, and once she got there the rotund dog would have all the room and board as well as all the food she could eat. After all, the bunny was loaded and there was no way she would refuse her college bestie.





“Now landing in our final destination! Bolton welcomes you!”





Candy was relieved to hear the pilot announce their arrival, and even more relieved once passengers started to slowly shuffle off the plane.  She was already grumpy that there wasn’t an inflight meal, and just wanted to get to the nearest fast food chain, but getting off the plane wasn’t going to be as easy as she though. Candy ended up being the last passenger to get off the plane. The engorged corgi found herself wedged between her seats and the ones in front of her. Her belly had apparently settled and digested enough of her commercial shoot feast for the majority of the weight to shift lower. Her bellybutton was peaking between the seats in front of her, a perfectly pinchable little nub, but as three stewardesses tried to pry Candy free, it bulged out even further, in and out with every tug. They ended up having to concede that they couldn’t get her out and had to call a mechanic to remove the seats in front of her.





“Why are they all fucking laughing?!” Candy snarled, glaring at the snickering flight crew. “Don’t they know who I am?!”





“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” the head stewardess wheezed under Candy’s weight as she tried to help her to the carts used to taxi people from gate to gate. “I believe the thing I’ve heard is that everyone thought those commercials used liberal special effects.”





Candy was about to go into a tirade on the poor stewardess, despite merely being the messenger tactfully delivering the truth, but something caught her eye that stole all of her attention. Standing near the exit were two rabbits. The male was standing quietly, hands in his pockets, occasionally sneaking glances at the woman by his side with a slight smile. Holding a huge cardboard sign that read CANDY in all sorts of colorful lines, the tall bunny next to him was bouncing up and down excitedly, waving the sign as she caught sight of the rotund corgi. Bulging from the rabbit’s waist was her own tight belly, though she was unmistakably pregnant unlike her canid friend.  The taut orb bounced up and down a few times after the waist it was attached to had stopped.

 The rabbit looked about ready to pop, although she still had at least three months to go. Despite not getting pregnant during a drunken party together like everyone in college had expected, they still had managed to get knocked up at about the same time. The beautiful bunny handed off her sign and bounded over to her friend, giggling as their bellies mashed together whike they tried their best to lean in for hugs.





“Candy!” Delila squealed as their colossal tummies rubbed together. “It’s been like, so long! I’m so stoked to see you again! And you’re a spokesman for a restaurant now? That’s so rad!”





“How’ve you been you dumb bitch!” Candy laughed in her customary greeting. “Hey, look at that! For the first time, I’m bigger than you!”





“Nuh, uh! It only looks that way because I’m taller! We’re like, totally the same size!”





“Bullshit! Mine are part horse! Two of them!” Candy boasted.





“You’re having twins too?!” Delila squealed excitedly.





The male bunny had waited quietly to the side, letting the two catch up. Stepping forward, he picked up the Corgi’s bag and shook her paw with a nod. “Candy.”





“Jerry,” Candy said curtly. “You just had to take her from me, didn’t you? Made sure you kept her by knocking the bimbo up, huh?”





Jerry forced a smile and put an arm around the burgeoning waist of his future wife. He didn’t say anything, perhaps deciding that holding his tongue was the best option at the moment. With a protective hold around Delila and their future offspring inside they started heading for the exit. It was slow going, the two women waddling their way precariously through the crowds and out to the parking lot where a classic car waited for them. Jerry helped the two burdened women in, no easy task.  Delila was able to squeeze into the front seat, although she needed to sit sideways so her belly didn’t press into the dash, but Candy could only grip the edge of the back seat if she bent forward and planted her gut into the asphalt.  The tiny dog tried to pull herself into the car but only managed to dig her claws into the upholstery.  Jerry had no choice but to scoop up her belly, his paw pads hardly denting the feverish flesh, and dumped the dog onto the seat cushions, leaving Candy to flail about until she found a comfortable position. 

 

The roads were deserted as usual, since most anthro’s preferred to drive hover cars these days, and before Candy knew it they were pulling into the driveway of the couple’s cozy home.


“Been forever since I’ve been here,” Candy said once she was freed from the back seat.  She stretched, looking at the cul de sac.





There was the modest home of her friend, neighboring a Georgian mansion which sat in front of what looked like an industrial compound.  It took up most of the land in the little circle, and towered over the much smaller building like she remembered, but across from them was something Candy didn’t remember.  It was a lush garden in front of what had once been a vacant house, the small structure barely larger than a shed.





“Did some dumbass actually move into that little shack?” Candy snickered, watching a tiny creature in a sunhat come skipping out the front door with an oversized watering can. “Bitch must be poor as fuck if she had to settle for that tin can next to the toxic smokestack.”





“Oh Jani? She’s like, super nice… a little too nice sometimes… but she means well. She makes all kinds of pies. All organic too! She grows everything in her garden! She even let me plant some of my special herbs over there!”





“Nice! She takes the fall if the cops ever come knocking!” Candy laughed. “She must be a complete dipshit!”





“Wait, what?” Delila stammered. “I don’t want that…”





“Still got that fold out bed in the den? I’ll set up there,” Candy said, waddling past them into the house.





Jerry’s lips flicked to a frown for a microsecond. “We set up the guest room.”





“Nah, I like that couch. Equal distance from the kitchen and the bathroom, and all kitchen traffic!”





Once she made it to the couch and her ample cheeks hit the seat, Candy seemed rooted to the spot, only moving when nature called, or when the mountain of snacks in front of her disappeared. Delila was no stranger to binging with her college friend, especially with her old habits. Two women enabling each other while fueled by pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on the cupboards and refrigerator. Jerry found himself grocery shopping almost daily while they ate. Delila wasn’t constantly eating with Candy though, much to the corgi’s chagrin. Every moment the bunny spent with her betrothed was a moment of jealousy for the porky dog. Her response was to try and eat everything in the house to get Jerry to make more food runs. Within a week, he seemed to catch on, and there were enough groceries to make her belly ache. Not only that, but Jerry started buying raw pasta, frozen meats, basically nothing ready to eat so that Candy had to wait for someone to cook for her. In her bit of defiance against this precaution, she constantly ordered from the local Fat Lorenzo’s and had it delivered. Delila hadn’t been eating out as much since Jerry loved to dote on her, so her meals had been handmade for quite some time.




The small pops of dying elastic from two pairs of sweatpants could be heard once and a while over the groans of two strained bellies. Candy had ordered four eight foot subs after Delila had made them each a tray of her special brownies. Despite matching displays of gluttony, there was a sharp contrast between the two in mannerisms after every crumb had disappeared into the gurgling mounds of mountainous bellies. Candy leaned back with her legs splayed, the taut dome bubbling angrily as she slapped the boulder hard surface. She let out a loud belch before guzzling down a soda and wiping her lips with the back of her paw.





“You know… we should order more, but make it a double decker eight foot sub…”





Delila sat with her legs neatly tucked under her tremendous belly, tenderly stroking her sides, almost as if she were hugging the growing babies in her womb. She sighed happily, leaning her head down on the bulging swell, before giving a tiny hiccup and a cute burp into her paw.





“But if there’s four pieces of bread, wouldn’t it be a triple decker eight foot sub?”





“No, wait… quadruple decker…”





“Nuh uh…” Delila corrected. “Because a double decker has three pieces of bread, so adding one more bread only adds one more decker…”





“How many deckers until it’s a bus?” Candy asked, her eyes widening.





Delila giggled. “Those are only double deckers.”





“Yeah, but how many decker sandwiches would it take to make a bus?” Candy gawked at her revelation. “I would eat that bus…”





She hazily rubbed her belly and gave it a few more smacks, causing a few more angry gurgles as the two of them gazed at the ceiling, drooling at the thought of an edible bus. The springs in the fold out bed were wailing in despair. The two boulders of flesh obscured all but the ladies’ legs as they leaned back. Delila missed having such a stuffed belly. Usually her neighbor and friend from the Georgian mansion next door had all sorts of delicious experiments to round out her belly, but with all the wedding planning, she didn’t have the time to be as involved with such things.





“You ready for dessert?” she asked her littler friend.





Candy licked her chops, but even in her special brownie fueled buzz she had to wince at the thought of eating more. “More baked goods?”





“Nah, Michelle says I’ve got to limit that a bit. It’s a total drag man,” Delila pouted. “I’ve like, got all sorts of totally rad ice cream flavors though.”





“You know… you could probably out eat all the bitches at the contests I go to,” Candy sighed as she felt herself sobering up. “Damn… It’s so hard to maintain a fucking high when you weigh this much…”





“Right?” Delila nodded slowly. “Totally blows… but I can like, cut back until my babies come.”





“Fucking kids,” Candy grumbled, looking longingly at a case of beer Jerry couldn’t fit into the fridge.





“You really think I would be good at an eating contest?”





Candy perked up a bit. “You’re kidding right? Baby bellies are fucking great for it! Cravings make everything delicious, they’re not screened in drug tests, and it takes so much to feel full! It’s the goddamn perfect edge! Plus you keep letting that fucking rat fill you up with all that shit, so you’ve already got your gut stretched out.”





“I dunno man. Eating should be enjoyed, not work,” Delila curled up, looking ready for a nap.





“Everyone says you should do what you fucking love as your profession. I love to eat, so eating is my profession. It’s not work, it’s awesome!” Candy turned, smacking her belly into Delila’s. “Come watch me tomorrow! You’ll see!”





The lingering pressure of the two bellies smushed together like dueling walruses eventually pushed out an enormous burp from both ladies, making the bunny blush a moment before frowning. “Man… now I’m hungry again…”





Neither had a chance to discuss anything further as they fell into a deep food coma, the gurgling stomachs creaking and rumbling like two icebergs with each breath. The young inside kicked against their prison walls, causing both belly buttons to dance as the overfed mounds jiggled and bounced off each other with the movement. They didn’t even wake up when Jerry returned home. He smiled and tried to tuck his fiance in, the chosen blanket barely draping over the massive belly. He bent down and gave it two kisses, then kissed Delila on the cheek, one for each of his girls.





Delila stretched several hours later, waking up with an urgent need to pee with one or both or her daughters tap dancing on her bladder. Even with her lanky legs, it took her several tries to rock up onto her feet.





“Woah! I think all three of us grew a few inches overnight,” she giggled as she rubbed her still tight stomach. “We’ll have to wait and eat breakfast in front of Candy so that she’s extra hungry for her match today.”





It was a tactic that worked, and Candy used that feeling to get herself excited for whatever came her way. As part of the contest, she was never allowed to know what was being served so that the contestants couldn’t prepare for anything specifically. Candy’s favorite was always the hot dogs, the long, thick meat sliding through her mouth and down her throat put her mind into a horny state that made the dog imagine all the fans that had been throwing themselves at her more and more as her popularity rose. It wet all her appetites and set her up to be ready to take anyone’s meat in any of her openings. It didn’t help that the tighter her belly got, the hornier she felt. The whole drive, her mind wandered to slurping on a man’s meat while another pounded her ass and hungry pussy. An experience her rising fame had recently allowed her to enjoy for the first time. She’d had three or more guys in a single night many times, but never that many all at once. Jerry saw Candy drooling when he opened the car door for her once they finally arrived, and he hoped she was just eyeing Delila’s breakfast sandwich with that hungry look.





As she popped free of the door, her eyes narrowed, recognizing a figure she’d grown to loathe. “Lydia!”





“Howdy sugah,” the alligator waved in response to the glare. “I ain’t seen you since the fair last month.”





“I should have won that first one and you know it! Professionals have people to make sure food is always in reach,” Candy snarled.





“Yo’ah still on about that first contest? Ah don’t undastand why you have such a hatred for me,” Lydia frowned. “It weren’t a professional contest. And yo’ah here now. Yuh’ve dun beat me in every uthu contest we competed in.”





“Fuck you! All your fucking sponsors should have been mine! I would have been featured on the fucking Food Channel! Our places should be switched!”





The alligator turned up her nose at the crass dog and marched away. “Ah’ll not listen tuh such vulga language I ain’t earned!”





They approached the stage at about the same time, Lydia standing proud and greeting her cheering fans with a regal wave, while Candy was puffing and wheezing, pushing past to find her seat, as if sitting first would show that she was better. However, it made one thing very evident. Candy was not in shape and her only real training was constantly eating as much as possible. Lydia on the other hand looked like she had been properly preparing her body for competition. She was padded all around, but her belly was not bulging out and covered in veins and angry stretch marks. Her belly was soft, a fold in the middle hiding her bellybutton. Classically, everyone pretty much wore stretch pants or maternity pants and a sports bra to show off their gorging middles, but Candy’s default state was bloated and bulging and it looked like she was the only one. Since she was the newest blood on the circuit, the others looked at her as though she was a pushover. They didn’t realize that this was a mistake on their part, and that she had two half horse babies fueling an insatiable hunger.





“Welcome eaters!” cried out a Holstein announcer who’s breasts and belly stretched her black cocktail dress so thin that her spots were visible through it. She explained the rules and introduced all of the contestants before calling in the chefs. “Today, our lovely contestants are going to be going head to head eating… PIZZA! Now, due to the level of skill each and every one of these mighty munchers have, instead of a time limit, we’re doing the first to devour thirty pizzas! Believe me, I’ve seen them all before. They can all eat that and more, so the name of this game is all speed, because we just don’t have the time to make them reach capacity! Eaters, are you ready? On your mark… get set… CHOW DOWN!”





Everyone’s first pizza was gone before the heifer even sat down at the judges’ table. Candy’s belly was the first to visibly react, the softer paunch of her partially empty gut rounding out so that it was an almost perfect sphere. Luckily for her, an attendant swiped the empty tray and placed a fresh pizza in front of her before she finished swallowing. By far the smallest contender if you didn’t count the bellies. In that category, she was easily one of the largest, but how quickly she was filling up had Lydia chuckling to herself.  The gator’s bellybutton was only just now showing as it emerged from the fold in her gut. She still had a long way to go before her stomach even started to get tight.

 

  Pizza number four and Candy’s belly was starting to get shiny, the layers of foundation on her skin stretched too thin to hide the strain any longer. The Corgi’s belly started to push the table away with a squeal, making all the other contestants scowl in her direction. Some had a distinct style that made propping their elbows on the table part of their strategy, and these eaters quickly began to fall behind. Candy had her head leaned back, shoveling pizza after pizza down her throat. She barely chewed, and the overwhelming volume of sauce and dough packing into her stomach forced the bloated gut further and further away from her.  It quickly resembled a ripening fruit as the larger it got, the deeper the shade of red. It rumbled as it rolled over her lap, legs already spread wide to accommodate the heavy boulder stuffed to the brim with pizza pies. Her ample breasts were starting to press into her chin as her belly pushed all of her body wide from the rest of the expanding globe. Stealing a glance at her rival, the dog could see that Lydia was slowing down, her once soft middle now stretched tight, spreading her scales apart. She was still ahead of Candy for the moment, but she didn’t have anything in her womb enhancing her hunger. Candy was the only one actually picking up speed, a tightness at the apex of her stomach growing until finally…





*POP*





“Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like our Candy Crusher just gave herself an outie!” the Holstein cheered. “It doesn’t happen often, but you gotta love when it does!”





Candy moaned happily as the tension in her belly abated.  It made her dive into her eating even faster, quickly overtaking Lydia.  The metal legs of her chair whined under the ever growing poundage settling on top of it. Closer and closer to the end, Candy could no longer see around her own struggling gut as she folded the next pizza in half to choke it down. She couldn’t even see Lydia anymore since the chair was starting to bend and sag backwards under her plump cheeks, forcing Candy to recline, her head looking up at the sky now. Atlas couldn’t compete with the aluminum legs of the chair as the towering globe of Candy’s stomach rose to be taller than the corgi was on her feet.  It was a blood red obelisk, a pulsing mountain that completely buried the small dog attached to it, but Candy didn’t seem to be concerned. She held out a paw again for the next pizza, only to feel it get gripped and raised high.





“Our champion of the day! Give it up for Candy!”





Amidst the cheers from the crowd, a scaley claw reached out sportsmanly to shake her paw. “Ah must say, you’ve done it again, Candy. Seems Ah cain’t beat yuh.”





“Heh, that’s because you suck, Lydia. You’re just an amateur,” Candy belched into her paw before wiping it on Lydia’s webbed hand. “I now people that have never even thought about entering a contest that could beat you. Yo! Delila! Come here!”





The lanky bunny with a belly that looked the same as most of the contestants waddled over excitedly and clapped her paws around the claw Lydia was eyeing in disgust. “You were so cool! That was really close! Are you a friend of Candy’s? I read your bio in the program! Did you really-?”





“This is Delila,” Candy cut her off with a wicked grin. “And she knows more about eating than you could ever hope to learn.”





“Y’all think this bunneh can beat me?” Lydia bristled a little.





“Oh gawd! I’d love to eat with you!” Delila squeed excitedly. “Like, I don’t think I’d win, but you’re an awesome lady!”





“Yo’ah a sweet thang,” Lydia chuckled at the eager Delila. “Awlright sugah. We can have a friendly contest. When an’ where?”





“Two months to whip her into proper shape and she’ll beat your ass to next year!” Candy scoffed as if she were boasting for herself.





“Then it seems we have ahselves a contest!” Lydia’s lip curled, both contenders seeming to have forgotten about Delila, as if they were directly challenging each other.





“Two months, Lydia,” Candy sneered. “Two months and I show everyone that you’re nothing but a fraud!”

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