“Oh, you’d love him!” [a]


It was quiet in the apartment except for Ashley’s excited voice. She stood in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, spatula in one hand and phone in the other.


“I’m serious, I can’t wait for him to meet you -! No, not like the other one, I’ll actually bring him around.” She broke into a giggle as she finished her sentence. Jeremy wasn’t like the other men she’d dated at all. She admired the ring on her finger as her mother spoke, nodding and murmuring politely as she waited her turn to speak.


“Oh, the proposal was amazing. I’m serious, it was exactly how I imagined it as a girl. The dinner, the roses, the - wait, you knew about - you read my diary?” Her voice raised in a short burst of annoyance, but it soon melted away. “No, no, it’s fine. I just wish I could be as perfect a girl for him as he is a guy for me. His fantasy girl.” 


She twirled her hair between her thumb and finger, her smile fading as her mother went on. Her eyes were drooping just a bit when her nose twitched, catching scent of something sweet and fruity. Could her pie be almost done? The stove’s alarm confirmed her suspicion.


“Look, Mom, I’ll call you back okay? I have my pie - Mom, mom, I’ll talk later, okay? Okay, love you!” She hung up with a sigh of relief, leaning over and turning off the alarm. Setting the phone on the counter, she switched off the stove before sinking into a chair. The pie would need a few more minutes. This stove was always slightly cool.


Her thoughts began to idle. Fantasy girl… what would that even be? It felt like Ashley had known Jeremy forever, but it wasn’t so long in reality, and there was a lot she didn’t know. She never asked him what he liked in a girl, for one…


She looked down at herself. She was confident in her full figure, an hourglass complimented by a full head of blue and pink hair. She was on the heavy side, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she thought it complemented her figure. Jeremy said as much; still, was it his fantasy or just good enough for him? 


She pondered this a few minutes. God, how she wished she could be his fantasy girl. She was lost in thought, idly playing with her hair, until the smell of cherry pie snapped her out of her daydream. Fuck!


She leapt to her feet, throwing open the oven and yanking the pie out after grabbing a hot pan holder. Golden crust, flaky edges… perfect. She set it on the countertop, next two the other two pies she’d just finished.


Ashley smiled a bit, beholding her day’s work. It was going to be a surprise for Jeremy when he got home; she loved surprising him with food like that. Between the two of them, they had several days worth of desserts. 


She was just about to whisk them away into the fridge when a queer feeling came over her. She stopped and set the pies back down and frowned. It was a general sense of unease, of change, but… she didn’t smell anything, couldn’t hear anything, she didn’t feel sick. 


Just as soon as she was about to investigate further, her stomach growled. She sighed in relief. Perhaps she just needed the bathroom?


“Silly girl.” She murmured to herself, chuckling and picking back up the platter of pies. She moved to put them in the fridge, but her stomach growled again, accompanied this time with an empty feeling somewhere inside her. She paused.


Setting the pies carefully back down, she eyed her creation again. Perfect, flaky crusts, all of them... rhubarb, cherry, and apple. Saliva built up in her mouth as she imagined eating them tonight with her fiance, but soon enough she was fantasizing about eating them right now. She didn’t even notice her hand slowly reaching forward, pressing into the warm, wet flesh of the cherry pie… surely a bite or two wouldn’t hurt? 


Ashley stopped herself with a gasp. These were for tonight? But… well, a piece really wouldn’t hurt. Had to sample them, of course. But, she thought as she sucked her fingers clean, she would use a plate and slice them like a normal person. 


The hunger in her stomach grew acute at the taste of her sweet treats, and she rushed to grab a plate, knife and fork. It grew almost unbearable by the time she got back, and once she managed to get the first bite in she burst out in an almost sexual moan, eyes rolling back into her head. 


Once she began, she could not stop. In the beginning she ate it slowly, forkful by forkful, but by the end of the first piece she was mowing it down, and by the end of her third piece - once from each pie - she was practically shoveling it down her throat, sticky juices dripping off her lips and onto her chin and breast. 


She was so lost in the sweet pleasure of the pies that she startled herself when she let out a loud, rumbling burst of gas. She paused, momentarily brought back to reality. Was that her? It was so… loud. And what was she doing eating this much pie? She needed to save it, and eat slower, and -!


Her thoughts stopped once the stench of her fart reached her. “Fuck!” She said beneath her breath, wobbling a bit on her feet at the pungent stench. A gag threatened to make things much worse, but once her thoughts were stopped her instincts kicked in, and the rising bile was stopped with a flood of food. She wasn’t even using the plate at this point, shoveling it in handful by handful and not caring how much made it in her mouth versus her face or breasts. 


A small bump appeared at the base of her spine, pushing her shorts down just a bit. She began to fart more frequently, long and short, wet and dry as she ate, polishing one pie off after the other. Once the food in front of her was all gone she stood up, gasping for breath and holding her belly with one hand. It ached… but not because it was overfed, but because it felt so, so empty. 


She wasn’t even noticing her farts at this point, and wouldn’t have noticed the bump at her spine if she hadn’t reached back to itch it. Though she was somewhat concerned, her more immediate concern was getting more food in her stomach. She began to go through the kitchen cupboards, leaving a sticky mess behind her as she pulled out every sweet they had and began to gorge herself.


This continued for some time, the bump on her tailbone growing larger and her gas more frequent. She began to feel sweaty, but ignored it as she filled her belly as fast as it demanded more and more. Oreos, pringles, chips, even the nigh-tasteless gummies she got from that English candy shop were all shoved down her gullet with abandon, their taste and texture ignored in favor of just packing her bulging belly with as many calories as her body begged for.


And bulge her belly did. She was beginning to grow as she ate, and while she did her best to ignore the layers of fat building up on her, her clothes could not. Her breasts ballooned until her shirt was stretched taut over them; thank god she was braless today or those wires would have been a bitch. Her nipples were clearly visible as her poor shirt tried to contain her bust. 


        Where before her belly was nice and plump and perhaps touched her thighs when she sat, now it sagged down below her shirt, brushing against her upper thighs which were doughing up at a comparable rate. Her ass swelled up, straining her shorts until they threatened to tear. Her arms weren’t immune, either; her upper arm swelled up immensely, and her forearms began to wobble with each handful of food she shoved into her maw.


        She only began to feel a little worried when, upon looking down, she saw patches of fur sprouting across her expansive flesh. It didn’t even occur to her that she had gained three hundred pounds in the course of twenty minutes or so, but even in her state she couldn’t ignore the fur. It started in her pits and from her belly button and spread from there, visibly moving across her pink skin. It was black, but there were hints of a large white spot forming on her chest and upper belly. What the fuck was this?


        She scarcely had time to ponder the fur and perhaps connect it to her appetite, because what had started out as just a little sweat turned into a downpour. A foul stench radiated from her pits and body as sweat flooded from her pores, soaking her newfound fur and rolling off her body to puddle on the floor. It was definitely sweat, but it had a green tinge and was thick and greasy. 


        She began to gag again as her scent assaulted her senses, the ground heaving beneath her as she struggled to calm her stomach. What the fuck was happening? None of this was physically possible, not the weight gain, not the fur, not the sweat… she whimpered as her clothes finally gave out, pants and shirt shredding to the ground and falling to the pool of sweat. They floated on top, the puddle to thick to really soak into the outfit. 


        Ashley stumbled back, her brain struggling to muddle through all the mess that was her current situation. The kitchen table groaned as she leaned against it, watching her body continue to grow. Five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred pounds now. Her breathing became labored and her knees complained as she packed it on. At this point the fur had finished spreading, and a tail had cropped up behind her, fluffy and soft and trapped beneath the table.


        “I’m a skunk.” She said to herself, looking across her sloppy, beastly body. She stood there in shock, reeling at the turn of events. For a moment the only sounds were her breathing, the drip of sweat onto the floor, and of course the constant farting flapping her ass cheeks. 


        “I’m… a skunk.” She said again, her words labored for breath. “Why the fuck am I a skunk?” She searched her mind. She hadn’t pissed off any strange old crones on the street, hadn’t annoyed anyone that looked like they might be secretly magical, hadn’t drank any weird potions she came across… then it hit her. She had been wishing to become Jeremy’s fantasy girl, right?


        This was Jeremy’s fantasy girl. 


        Ashley stood there for a minute, soaking in the wide-eyed shock. Jeremy’s fantasy girl was an 800-pound, sweaty, stinking slob of a skunk. What kind of person would be into this? She was an absolute mess, and most anyone who looked at her would vomit. But not Jeremy apparently. 


God! What would her parents say? She stunk like a sewage plant, and her pores were piping the sewage all across her body. Her teeth were yellow and angled, she had halitosis like she’d never brushed before and she was quite certain she could kill a small bird with just her breath alone. She had so many fat folds she was surprised she could still move, not that she could with any sort of speed, and she was afraid to lift her arms to look at the rancid cesspool that was sure to be her pits. Not that she could lift her arms that high without trouble.


All her self-loathing was interrupted not by a sound, but a lack of one. She felt it got eerily quiet, but by the time it occurred to her she’d stopped farting, she could already feel a thick log of shit crowning. 


“Fuck!” The disgusting slob swore as she wobbled as quick as she could to the bathroom, clenching her asscheeks uselessly as she went. She could feel the shit pushing further into her plush cheeks, spreading her tailhole wide as it grew. 


She heaved and panted as she slowly stumbled down the hall, sweating bullets. It felt like she was running the tail end of marathon, but in reality she’d barely moved twenty feet. Her tubby feet scruffed against the hardwood floor, leaving scores in the tan wood. It felt like forever, but slowly yet surely she approached the door. So close…


The first log squeezed past her sphincter, and it was all over. The seal was broken, the dam burst and the skunk girl cried out in pleasure and humiliation as log after thick, brown log flooded from her ass into her abused panties. The previously pink fabric turned brown as it sagged down on her body, stretching dangerously thin to hold the waste streaming from the increasingly shameless skunk. 


She took one, two half-conscious steps forward before grinding to a halt. The shit gushing into her panties, pressing her cheeks apart and oozing between her legs up against her crotch sent shivers down her spine, and the smell was… was far too good. She couldn’t understand why it was so good. She couldn’t understand… anything. She couldn’t even be worried that she couldn’t understand as she gave into her basic instincts, her newfound desire for filth.


As her IQ plummeted she began to giggle, looking back as her panties pressed against the floor. They wouldn’t hold much more, but just as they were about to burst the shit finally started pouring out the sides, landing on the floor with a wet thud. That would definitely stain them, but she didn’t mind. Instead she began groping at her shitty ass, nipples hardening at the sloppy wet feeling of shit sliding through her fingers, and began to wet herself. The rancid yellow piss was brown by the time it made it through the mount of scat pressed against her cunt, and ran down her legs into a puddle on the floor. It stained her fur, too, but she was far past caring. 

The air was filled with the sound of squishing shit and dribbling piss for quite a while as the disgusting skunk entertained herself, but soon enough her stomach was growling again. Purely by instinct she began to waddle towards the kitchen, panties dragging behind her. She had no clue what was slowing her down, but she didn’t like it. It was keeping her from her food!


She reached the kitchen soon enough, leaving a trail of filth behind her, and stood in front of the fridge. Something in her ruined mind associated the fridge with food, really really good food, but… she couldn’t remember how to get into it. She pushed against the door a little, hoping it would budge, but nothing happened. 


If this were anything else, she would have gotten bored by now and went to do something else. Her new mind wasn't one for waiting and trying new solutions. This, however, was serious business. There was food in there and she needed it! So she stood there for a few minutes, trying this way and that to open the door. She pushed it again, she slapped it, she shook the fridge left to right. She quickly stopped that; even her brain could recognize it was a bad idea. Finally, she gripped the handle and yanked. To her surprise, the thing popped open without an issue.


Rather than stand there and gloat in her success, she began to dig in. Even in her state she had standards, at least to begin with. She only shoved the freshest and sweetest things in her mouth; the leftover pies from the night before, some cake, a freshbaked batch of brownies she’d had cooling in there, and even a bowl of green jello (though she ended up wearing most of it, a green streak rushing down her breasts and belly just to rest in her disgusting panties. All the while she kept releasing burst after burst of rancid gas into her panties, each followed by a thick, brown log which strained her panties even more. 


Soon enough, however, she started to run out of fresh things to eat, and she was digging through dishes and dishes of old leftovers that, frankly, should have been thrown out a while ago in order to find something fresh and new. She kept pushing them to the side, trying to get to something nice and fresh at the back - cheese, maybe - but it was just so much effort. 


For the first time in at least half an hour, she stopped to think about something. Surely… surely the older stuff couldn’t be too bad, could it? If it was absolutely rancid, it would have been thrown out, so at the very least it should be edible, right? And a lot easier to get to than the fresh stuff left scattered throughout the fridge.


It took her a minute or two to work up the courage, but the lack of shit coming from her hole and the grumbling discontent of her belly finally pushed her to do it. She grabbed at the nearest tupperware container, opening it with a wince. Spaghetti and meatballs, probably a week or a little older. The sauce-soaked noodles sitting there stick and limp didn’t appeal to her that much, but her newfound appetite amplified what little attraction they held until she brought the bowl to her face and began to slurp at it.


Cold… strangely textured, not the best taste, but her stomach was in heaven, and therefore she was as well. She let out a hot burst of gas which was quickly followed by a rewardingly thick log, and it was decided. She cleared the spaghetti out and tossed the dish behind her, grabbing at random and slurping down whatever she found, leftovers or otherwise. Lasagna, fried chicken, potatoes, nothing was off limits and everything found their way to her stomach.


She soon cleared the fridge out entirely, even emptying the condiment bottles into her gaping maw with the desperation of a half-starved madman. It now sat empty, dishes and spilled food maring the walls and the shelves. She had no time to despair over the lack of food, however, because a great ripping sound distracted her. She turned around in confusion to see that her panties had finally ripped under their stress, and all her shit was laying in a massive pile behind her.


She regarded the pile with a sort of curiosity, and was about to turn back around when her stomach growled. Saliva rushed into her mouth, and she felt a strange need to… eat it. If she was still thinking, she might have justified it to herself by saying ‘After all, it’s just food, only eaten before’. She wasn’t thinking, however, and so dropped to her knees with a squelch into the pile and began to shovel handful after handful of scat down her needy maw.


Her belly had swollen to the point that it was pushing the shit around with each time she moved, scooting the pile further away, and so she ended up sort of crawling after the sloppy shit each time she sat up to swallow or burp. She left a trail of shit behind her, too, spreading her corrupted filth across the kitchen floor. 


Soon she had finished the pile off, shit coating most of her body as well as her drooling maw. She sat back, groaning a bit as her overfull stomach still craved… something. Not food, which was strange. Drink? 


Her eyes widened. She was thirsty! She needed water! Her brows furrowed as she tried to think where she could get water. She could always get it from the tap, but that would involve standing up, figuring out how to make the water come out, and trying to drink it with her massive folds of fat getting in the way. The toilet, however, was on the same level as her face when she was crawling, so she wouldn’t have to try to stand, and her fat would be out of the way when she drank. It was perfect!


She made her way down the hallway towards the bathroom once again, but this time she had no intent to use it for its intended purpose. The journey was long and excruciating, and she left a fair amount of sweat behind her, but finally she made it, pushing through the doorway with some difficulty. It took her a minute to figure out how to open the lid, but once she managed it she pushed her head in and lapped at the water like a famished dog. The sound of the opening apartment door did not distract her from the muddy, shitty toilet water. Neither did the surprised (yet not disgusted) exclamation coming from her fiance. 


Jeremy had dropped his suitcase the second he came in, papers flying everywhere and some landing in the copious amounts of shit and piss scattered across the tiny dwelling. The kitchen was ransacked, the fridge open and food everywhere. He might have thought they were robbed if it weren’t for the shit and piss everywhere, and the ruined tatters of Ashley’s clothes. 


Ashley. Where the fuck was Ashley? 


Jeremy’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked around. No blood. Nothing, just shit and piss and… and a trail leading to the bathroom. He hesitated a moment, steeling himself and grabbing a frying pan from the cupboard before slowly approaching the door.


Each footfall brought him closer to the bathroom, where he could hear something slurping from the bowl. A dog? A werewolf? He was as quiet as possible, but while he could avoid making a noise on the ground, he couldn’t stop his quiet, nervous whimpering. Eventually he reached the door and cautiously, he used his pan to push it open.


What he saw before him disgusted and aroused him in equal parts, his cock tenting in his pants immediately. He saw a furry, slobbery beast, covered in shit and piss and… the tattered remains of Ashley’s panties. 


“The fuck? Ashley!” He said in surprise, dropping the pan with a clatter. Ashley looked up from the toilet with a confused look,which was quickly replaced by a grin. 


“I hungry.” She said, or tried to say, but the point was made clear when her stomach growled again, demanding more and more fattening filth. Drool sloshed from her slackened jaw as Jeremy stood there, unable to process what was happening. That was definitely Ashley, but… she was a disgusting, fat slob. It was obvious from her weight that it was she who destroyed the kitchen, and from the shit covering her maw, that she’d devoured her own waste happily. And judging by the way she was speaking, she didn’t have much a brain left.


“Ashley, I…” Jeremy didn’t know what to say. Part of him, that part of him he struggled to hide, wanted this. This was his perfect girl, a dumb slobby animal who loved nothing more than shit, vomit and food. But this was reality, not fantasy! This was once an actual person, with intelligence, with hopes and dreams, with-!


While he struggled with himself, Ashley noticed the sizable bulge in Jeremy’s work pants. He didn’t notice as she lumbered forward, wheezing with the effort to turn herself around. She tore off his pants and underwear, and before he could realize what happening she had enveloped his cock with her slimy, wet maw and begun suckling and choking it down. 


Jeremy relaxed, groaning a bit as shit-filled saliva dribbled down his balls. Perhaps… perhaps he could learn to live with this. 
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