\n\t\t\t\t\taccidentalaestheticsIt had been a tumultuous relationship from the start seeing how they were both 18 in what was practically their first serious relationship, and he was much more into her huge breasts than anything else while she would cling to him at every given opportunity. And given how he was the one with a slightly larger apartment, she would gradually transport more and more of her possessions over to him to be able to spend practically all her waking hours either with him or keeping tabs of his moves while studying and surfing the internet.
However although her anthro vulpine boyfriend was satisfied with her assets he was less satisfied of the wolftaur looking to keep tabs on his life, especially at home, and thus verbal fights over it would become more frequent amid her continuing attempt to overtake his apartment by sneaking items over. Hence, one day…
”… but there's no room my new jacket even as yours take, like, all of the cabinet…! Can't you just sell a few?”, he gripes and looks her into the eyes while she merely scrunches her muzzle with her arms crossed huffily under her huge bosom, her tail between her hindlegs. ”Buut, I need all of those, can't go out without a matching jacket!”, she retorts while he sighs and drops the jacket onto a chair which is already covered with various articles of clothing, mostly his. ”Whatever… and I didn't have a spot for my shampoo bottle either yesterday.”, he adds, eliciting a drawn-out whine from her while she shuffles in place restlessly. ”I knoooow, but you don't know how hard it's to maintain this coat as a taur, I need those two conditioners…!”
The to-and-forth struggle goes on for awhile as the vulpine grows increasingly frustrated and the wolftaur increasingly agitated, to the point where she simply throws up her arms theatrically and affords her boyfriend a particularly grumpy glare. ”So, you want me to eat all of it to make it disappear or what? Can't really carry it all out right now!”, she says and pffts at him, her ears swiveling even further down when he doesn't seem to be taken aback but instead suddenly starts to rub his chin with a mischievous glint lighting in his eyes. ”Not a bad idea! If you do want to continue being with me after today, we'll pack everything into your stomach this afternoon – it's not that much stuff like you said before, right?”, he replies in an excited manner, slapping his own hips while she gulps audibly.
Some time later they are in the living room with the beginnings of a pile of her possessions on the table, him glossing over the pile and her body while she nervously twirls her red locks, her flat stomach gurgling from anxiety. ”You'll stay with me for reals and let me live with you, if I take all my stuff back home right now in my tummy…?”, she quizzes him and receives an eager nod in return. ”Mmhmm! I hope you haven't brought so much that your tummy bursts before you're done!”, he laughs, eliciting a flustered giggle from her in response as her neckfur briefly rises. ”I-I'm not really sure… b-but I guess I take the risk…!”, she stammers and opens her maw in anticipation while her tail cautiously wags a few times – a collection of hair bands being the first thing which he picks up and stuffs between her jaws for her to swallow.
Which she does quickly, whining softly from the esoteric feeling of the bands sliding down her throat and swiftly all the way into her lower stomach – all while he waits with a green plastic flashlight to offer her next.
For the next hour the wolfess-taur more or less diligently crams random items into her maw as the vulpine keeps repeatedly sweeping the apartment for more to carry to the table – at first a seemingly endless cavalcade of hair and fur bands, brushes, clips, combs, shampoos, conditioners and sprays – followed by stacks of random books and magazines, game console with its controllers, a laptop, collectible knick-knacks, mugs, utensils, and other kitchen wares. Along the way he pauses to massage her breasts during the swallowing of larger objects, curiously observing how her previously almost flat lower belly steadily swells from the objects which eventually start to make unusual shapes under her bellyfur. In the meantime she groans, pants, and makes faces from the discomfort caused by all the junk crowding her stomach as she keeps adding more to it – reaching a decidedly overfull state with a beach-ball-sized belly before she's even completely done with her random effects.
”How's your tummy feeling? I'll bring you some water before we get to your wardrobe~”, he tells her as he kneels beside her to lightly caress her distended belly, tracing his fingers over its contours as he looks up at her. She meets him with an embarrassed expression, quickly covering her muzzle with a handpaw as she burps. ”Grrgh, heavy and… weird, all that crap's pressing on my insides so badly, don't even tell me I need eat all my clothes now!”, she says contritely while pressing both of her handpaws against her muzzle, growling with a whimper while he brings a jug of water and a large glass. However despite the short respite, she can only squirm from the nauseating churning of her stomach as she pours and drinks a few glasses of water – all while watching the growing pile of clothes in trepidation. Yet again she gulps audibly when he starts to roll up the clothing into bundles for her to ingest, patting her own rounded side as she watches.
Quarter an hour later she's already busy by forcing the rolled-up clothes down her gullet, her spasming throat bulging greatly as he helps her cram everything deeper until it starts the journey all the way down to her bloated stomach. ”Remember our agreement – you can keep the top on yourself but everything else must be in your stomach before you leave~”, he quips when she starts to gag and tries to put a jacket on the side. Although she seems to be generally maintaining her appetite despite her struggles, even stealing a wet slurp over his muzzle along the way when her maw isn't full of her possessions – whereas her stomach now seems to be truly stretching as far as her vast wardrobe, her teats perking up to peek through her bellyfur as it thins out and her tautness of her hide increases.
Towards the end when the pile of clothing has dwindled to less than a third, the sheer throbbing of her straining underbelly and the pressure within her enormous heavy stomach drives her to request a brief pause to let the contents settle. He obliges, taking her handpaw and nudging the front curve of her belly with his footpaw while she grits her teeth. ”I hope you're not giving up…?”, he asks with his ears canting quizzically, to which she responds by vigorously shaking her head. ”No no, I want to be with you! Make sure it all goes into my tummy even if I burst...”, she giggles nervously, ears flipped down and tail twitching between her hindlegs – her enthusiasm eliciting a flustered chuckle from him as he grabs the nearest piece of clothing. ”Ok! No mercy for you then, my wolfess~”, he adds cheerfully as he complies by filling her maw with fabric.
Roughly an hour later she finds herself walking in the cool evening breeze not far from his apartment, gingerly padding forward with a waddling gait as her grossly distended belly hinders her every step – while at the same time it feels as if it's going to burst at the seams every time she places her paw down. The sparse crowd of other pedestrians causes her ears to wilt as she goes on, the wolfess-taur feeling very self-conscious with her swaying tummy with its bare teats and her constantly bobbing large breasts which are only partially held in check by her top, her nipples poking through in the cool air.
Regardless she's not feeling much regrets even if her boyfriend had to literally shove her through the door after her midsection became wedged in the doorframe – now she's hoping that she'll make it to her own place with her stomach and her dignity intact, so that he can come later on as promised to help her empty her belly… even if neither of them are really sure how to go about it...
The next day
The last night had been rather sleepless for Saspin even if she had immediately collapsed to bed after squeezing her stuffed bulk through the front door to her small apartment – the sensations of the junk in her guts grinding against the lining of her churning and painfully distended stomach had tormented her throughout the night no matter how tightly she had clutched it with her legs. But she had nevertheless fallen asleep eventually to feel rather energized after waking up, a good thing as lugging her heavy belly around is still as exhausting as yesterday. Taking off her white top to toss it into the wash basket, she growls and pats her gurgling lower belly before snatching her tablet from the nightstand.
\tAfter a moment of deliberation, she writes a message and sends it off - ”Wuff, morning love! You coming here today or what?”
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\tIt doesn't take long for the reply to pop up on the screen - ”Morning! How's the wuff and her belly doing? You gave quite the show last night.”
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\t”Wuff didn't pop her belly on the way home! But it's been oww oww oww the whole time – come rub it, will you?”
\t”Sure sure! I'll toss my jacket on and head out, just don't take anything out of that big tummy as you've got enough clutter there already!”
\tThe final reply makes her groan due to she was half-heartedly hoping she'd be able to relieve some of the strain on her stomach, but nevertheless she places the tablet back down to clumsily roll onto her paws again… her legs squishing her belly uncomfortably as she makes her way to the clothes closet to rummage through it. Thinking specifically of him, she picks out an extra-tight and undersized top with a band logo on it, wrestling it on until the tightly stretched fabric covers as much of her ample bosom as possible.
\tAfter brushing her hair quickly, she realizes how the next order of business is food – for him at least, seeing how she herself is stuck in a weird state where she's hungry but the thought of eating more revolts her thanks to the nauseating overfullness of her belly and the way all the junk in her gut keeps bulging out in painful ways. Hence she waddles over to the fridge to take out some pre-mixed pancake mixture with a low-effort breakfast in mind… her grossly swollen belly making it tedious to gather everything she needs since digging into the lower cabinets is so difficult past it. But it doesn't take all that long, and soon she's waiting for the range to heat the pan so that she can start making the pancakes. The smell which soon fills the room makes her stomach churn more forcefully, but she merely grimaces and places a paw on it as she works.
\tThere's a knock on the door by the time she's running out of the mix, and she quickly turns her head towards it. ”Just come in, foxy! Kinda hard for me to move~”, is her reaction followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock while she resumes cooking.
\t”Hi! I see you didn't cheat, love, your tummy's still as big as it was yesterday! I do like how it looks… also, here's something for you.”, he greets her as he pulls the door closed behind himself before swiftly padding over the floor to hug her from behind, playfully nudging her bulging flank with his leg as he drops a large bottle of Tums on the counter. Stroking her ears, he holds her by the waist with one hand as he keeps milling beside her much larger tauric body. ”How's all that junk treating your guts? Should've embraced a lightweight lifestyle earlier, my wolf~”\t
\tAttempting to reply, Saspin abruptly belches and quickly covers her muzzle in an embarrassed manner while sliding the pan off the range to dump the last pancake onto a pile on the counter. ”Gimme those!”, she blurts and hastily opens the bottle to pour multi-coloured pills onto her hand before tossing them all into her maw, scooping some water from the tap afterwards with her palms. ”Treating my poor tummy very badly right now! But I got to do it, right?”
\t”Yep, you had to do it since you've been hoarding way too much pointless stuff – which reminds me, you still have your work cut out here.”, the fox chuckles as he pats the shifting angular shapes under the wolfess' stretched hide, slipping his arms around her anthro waist to jostle her large breasts from below to make her growl softly and giggle, her tail wagging cautiously.
\t”OMG, you don't mean… I mean, I way too packed as it is, my belly's gonna… you said you'd help me to empty it!”
\tNodding, he cranes his neck to place it on her shoulders and throws a sly sideways glance at her while she writhes nervously with her enormous belly bumping into his legs constantly. ”Didn't say I'd do it immediately! What we're going to do is that we'll sweep this place and make it squeaky clean while you'll be the trash bin and vacuum, all the way until we're done or you pop that aching tummy – then I'll help you digest all of it over the next couple of months if you didn't pop.”, he explains with a happy tail swipe while splaying his dainty hands out over Saspin's nipples to lift and squeeze her breasts.
\t”Grrr… ummm… when you put it like that, I wanna do it… but it's gonna hurt...”, she replies after a pregnant pause, letting her eyes rolls over the messy room with random clothing and other items spilling out from every closet door and drawer, leaning into his hands with a mruff as she wonders if this clean-up will be the end of her...