[Animal Crossing WG] Isabelle's gain at work. (P2)

By mightysnack

WARNING: This fic contains female anthropomorphic weight gain, stuffing, and force-feeding. This fic may not be entirely accurate to the Animal Crossing games. It is recommended to read the first part to understand what’s going on.


DAY 2


Isabelle was snoring at the Mayor’s couch, until she rapidly woke up to the sound of her alarm. She shrieked. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw that she just had slept for almost twenty hours in which she was meant to work. In those three seconds in which she put on the jacket she took off before going to sleep, Isabelle thought of everything that could’ve happened to Vinta Town while she wasn’t taking care of it. Anarchy, mass destruction, global crisis, to name a few. She runs out of the Town Hall, to notice that… nothing bad had happened at all. Everything was fine, and everyone was working as they always do.


“Hello Isabelle, what’s the matter?” A villager said passing by.

“Uh.. oh, nothing!” Isabelle replied in a relieved sigh.

Isabelle went back to the Town Hall, there was nothing to worry about. She just had to go back to work and do everything a little bit faster to catch up the time she lost sleeping. She wasn’t gonna be able to go to her usual walk around town, so she had to order a lunch delivery. She decides to get a salad from Betty’s restaurant, the only one on town before the construction of Genji’s fast good place. She didn’t feel like eating anything like the hot-dog that made her feel like she was gonna burst.


Isabelle thinks for a minute. She didn’t knew Betty’s number, so there was no way for her to order anything from her restaurant. She had once the task to save the numbers for every place in town but she thought it would be more productive to just walk when it was necessary. But this time, Isabelle was not gonna walk anywhere, she was too busy working.

She forgets about it and starts organizing the Mayor’s desk. As she walks towards the book shelf, she finds on the floor the bag that once had Isabelle’s order at Genji’s. The bag was dirty with grease and crumbs, but Isabelle could see a number printed in it. It was of course, the number to order a food delivery from the restaurant.

“I guess i have no choice…” Isabelle took her phone and called the number, to be greeted in a few seconds by Genji.

“Hello, is this Genji?”


“Yes, of course! Hello Isabelle, what can i do for you?” Genji replies. He answered from the kitchen, so it was obvious that Isabelle could hear the grill and the oil loudly making cracking noises that would tempt her self-control.

“I want to order two burgers, a portion of fries… a-and a large soda! Send them to the Town Hall” She said without a thought.

“A-Alright! It will be there right away!” He said. Isabelle quickly hung up and went back to work. She felt like she wasn’t working as quick as she would usually do. She had to take some breaks from while to while to breathe, and most of her movements were awkward. She had to accommodate her vest at some moments as she felt like it was too tight. Mid-way through one of her breaks, she heard a door knock.

“Genji’s delivery!”

She rushed to the door and opened it. She was struck with the delicious smell of fries from inside a large bag held by Bam, an athletic deer that was, obviously, in charge of delivery.

She -kind of rudely- takes the large bag away from him and asks “How much is it?”


“Uhmm, it’s seven dollar-” He said, interrupted by Isabelle who quickly handed him ten dollars and closing the door.

Isabelle throws herself into the couch and takes the first hamburger, eating half of it in a bite. Isabelle groaned in satisfaction, licking her lips to then eat the rest of it. She enjoys every bite of it as crumbs fall into her tight green vest.

Isabelle belches, covering her mouth, in a slight blush of embarrassment. Seconds afterwards, she takes the large soda and starts chugging some of it. Her belly slowly bloats, churning. She drinks half the bottle and then starts eating the fries, her body now laying face up in the couch in a lazy yet comfortable position. Even in such a cosy moment, she feels pain in her stomach. Her buttoned vest is too tight, the straining of it pushing her tummy. Mindlessly, she undoes the button, not noticing how her stuffed belly puffs up. She continues eating like that constantly until they are done.

She rests in the couch for a while after she’s done, stuffed. She is breathing rapidly, exhausted of just consuming. She stands up after a while, dizzy. She walks towards the mirror in the Mayor’s room and looks at herself. Wearing only her white shirt and a mysteriously unbuttoned skirt, she saw her new figure.


After these two days of continuous procrastination and spoiling herself, her shape had went from fairly thin to actually fat. Her stomach was now shaped like a furry spherical blob of fat, pushing her shirt forward, her now C-Cup Breasts laying above it.

Below her pot-belly, even if she couldn’t see them right now there were her developed thighs, straining her tiny skirt sideways, and her thick butt pushing it rearwards.

Watching herself for a while, she compared herself to the Mayor’s build. She felt just like the Mayor, and bigger. Instead of feeling wrong for her unhealthy habits, she embraced them as she was looking similar to the best person in Town. She had always felt small and puny, but she was now thick and heavy.

She buttons her shirt, puts on her vest, unbuttoned, and goes out for a walk through town to show everyone her new self.

It was to her surprise, that her gain wasn’t something surprising at all, as EVERYONE in town was looking chunkier than before. Every way she looked at, there was a Vinta villager with their clothes straining or even slightly torn because of their fatter structure.

Everyone, including Isabelle herself, had the same kind of walking. A slow waddle followed by strong breathing. Many villagers where sitting together in benches as they weren’t able to keep walking.

She walks by Genji’s, place which was surrounded by an ENORMOUS crowd of people that were as big as Isabelle, a few of them actually bigger than her. She could see people with BOXES full of food in them that is just for one couple.

Isabelle walks by Diana and Poppy, who were both sitting face to face in one of the seats of the restaurant.

Diana was as fat as Isabelle, her fat belly pushed in by her tight top which she wore to pretend she hadn’t gained any weight. Her jeans, however, were almost completely torn apart by her wide thighs and unbuttoned. She was breathing heavily and her hands were rubbing her stomach, slowly lifting up her shirt. “Aaw man, i am getting SO fat, but the food here is just TOO good..”

Poppy was maybe the fattest villager in town, really. The tiny squirrel had become an obese blob. She was wearing a loose shirt that managed to cover her breasts and barely reach her belly button, and a pair of stretchy yoga pants that were holding up to their maximum by virtue of her vast bottom. Poppy’s weight was close to breaking off the whole seat and even there, she was still eating a burger. “I can’t stop as well! This place *nom nom nom* really is the best thing ever!”

Isabelle walked past them and “rushed” (which now meant walking normally) towards the clothing store. The clothing store was a success as well as many people were now buying bigger clothes for their bigger bodies. Isabelle waddled to the suits section and got herself an XXL green tuxedo. She couldn’t fit on it, it was too big for her, for now.

She gets back to the town hall, prideful. She had been an amazing mayor in only two days. And there was still five more days left until the mayor came back. She ordered a bucket of nuggets and napped until they arrived.

She sat at the mayor’s chair and started eating. She posed the bucket on her soft, voluptuous gut and started eating. Devouring large amounts of food was now easier to her. She was done with half the bucket in just seconds. She felt her belly grow an inch further over her curvaceous, creamy lap.

After eating, she noticed she hadn’t showered since the mayor left. In consequence, her fur was messy and mainly covered in grease and crumbs from everything she had eaten from Genji’s. Isabelle decides to take a shower. However, it wasn’t gonna be as easy as she would think. She puts her chubby hands on the armrests and tries to stand up, but she not only feels tired and heavy because of her weight, but she feels slightly stuck to the chair. Isabelle struggles and battles until she sweats and breathes heavily, but she isn’t able to get out. She gives up and falls asleep from exhaustion.


DAY 3

Isabelle wakes up hearing the Town Hall’s door knock, sitting in the same chair, as fat as always, feeling even less hygienic than yesterday. She didn’t want to let one of her civilians waiting, so she yelled. “Come in!” without even moving an inch.

The door is opened, and a yellow cat called Ankha enters. She was wearing a Mummy Shirt and jeans, which, not surprisingly, couldn’t fit in her. Ankha was one of the victims of the mass weight gainings on Vinta Town, and she wasn’t looking happy. Her face was completely red, dropping rivers of sweat which wetted her whole fur and part of her shirt. She was tugging down her shirt, trying to make it cover her deep navel. She waddled towards the mayor in a troubled grin.

“Don’t you think there has been something wrong around here lately?” Ankha said, looking away. “Everything is going slower, or rather, EVERYONE is going slower. Don’t you know what i mean?” She approaches Isabelle, in a tummy-to-tummy contact. “But i brought a solution!” She says, taking a wrinkled piece of paper out of her pocket. She unfolds it, revealing an image of a scooter with a paragraph of text next to it.

“The Electric Scooter Project.” She proudly announces.


“Electric Scooters?” Isabelle replies, unimpressed.

“Yeah! By paying a very small price, a villager can travel through an automatic scooter for half an hour. If people move faster, people work faster, and money moves faster.” She smiles harder while saying those last three words.

Isabelle looks down at her body. Was it the best decision to encourage laziness in Vinta Town? Plus, if villagers gain more weight by not walking around, what’s the point in gaining weight herself?

“..Uhmm, i’ll think about it, alright?”

Ankha knew that look. She knew Isabelle was not gonna think about it at all. She felt defeated.

As Ankha was leaving, Isabelle remembered that she was stuck on her chair. And a strong chair, that she wasn’t gonna be able to break as she thought she would.

“Wait! Before you leave, could you help me get out of this chair? I am kind of, stuck.” Isabelle asks embarrassed.

Ankha smiles devilishly and leaves waddling quickly.


“Wait, wait!!” Isabelle struggles, trying hard to get out. She starts yelling for help, but no-one comes. Hours happen, and Ankha comes back with a box and a rope on her hands. She enters panting, leaves the box in the table and plops herself on the couch.


“Damn it! I am so tired. Are you gonna approve my Electric scooter project or not?”

“I am not.” Isabelle replies, untroubled.

Ankha opens the box, which had, obviously, many bags with “Genji’s” food inside of it. Burgers, pizza, hot dogs, you name it. Isabelle doesn’t reply, but her belly growls.

“Oh, are you hungry?” Ankha asks. She gets behind the chair and ties up Isabelle’s arms, taking then a burger and approaching it to Isabelle’s mouth. “Open wide…”

Isabelle struggles, but she isn’t able to do much in her state. She succumbs, eating the burger quickly. Even if she hates to be in this position, she enjoys the fatty meal.

Ankha takes a handful of fries from inside the box and stuffs them in Isabelle’s mouth. From there on, it’s just constant feeding. Ankha keeps stuffing food into her and watches her belly continuously grow.

“Please stop, i feel so stuff-” Isabelle protested, rubbing her aching abdomen.

Ankha stares at her silently and continues, while eating some of it for herself. Isabelle cheeks are steadily full with calories which then go down to her body. Looking down at times to watch herself, Isabelle feels herself even more stuck to the chair as her body uniformly plumps up, but the chair gives no sign of breaking up. She struggles again, her belly and breasts jiggling, her thighs squished against each other unable to move.

After a few minutes of stuffing, her powerful shirt starts giving up, the last button from it popping up and flying away, followed by the second to last one, her furry gut shown to Ankha.

Isabelle did enjoy gaining this weight, but this was too much. Who knew what she could do to her afterwards. She spits all of the nuggets she had in her mouth and yells.


“Okay, okay. I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please stop!”

Ankha smiles. She eats the rest of her hot dog and then lays her own belly over Isabelle’s. She actually climbs over Isabelle’s gut and sits on it. The weight of both obese creatures make the chair crack down and sets Isabelle free. Ankha leaves, at least twenty pounds fatter than when she entered the town hall, with her jeans ripped and unbuttoned, not even trying to cover her navel with her shirt anymore. She had succeeded. “I hope you fulfill your promise.” She says while closing the Town Hall’s door.

Isabelle looks at herself. Without even moving her arms, she had become obese, her usual uniform looking microscopic to her figure. As she had spent the last hour just eating, her belly was the most prominent section of her frame, but tomorrow her whole anatomy would look chunkier. She sighs, resting her arms on her gut, and goes to sleep.

To be continued...