Kira's Gluttony Pt. 1

You are now Kira. Were it another day, you'd be sitting on your computer, playing games and drawing furry animals.

However, today is no normal day! It is, as stated multiple times by those you know, National Donut Day! Such a momentous occasion surely warrants celebration! At least, that's what Grot told you. He insists on taking you out to celebrate the time. You, of course, don't mind, who wouldn't like free food?

That was three hours ago. Now, you are sitting on a pile of donuts that reached the ceiling, all acquired from various bakeries, restaurants, and venues from the local, and if Grot is to be believed, the state area. By "taking you out", you aren't of the impression that meant taking you to the largest pile of fattening, sugary donuts ever seen by your eyes. Pastries ranging from chocolate, powdered, jelly filled, all surround you, and Grot intends to feed you every last one.

Grot insists on getting you into a comfortable position for eating, stating that he would take care of any and all feeding, and for you to simply sit back and relax. As relaxed as someone about to be stuffed to the gills with donuts can be, at least.

Grot initiates his feeding with teasing your admittedly chubby belly with a forefinger, holding the first tasty morsel high above you. You, agitated by his teasing, attempt to get to the donut, yet he simply pushes you back down into your position reclined on your plush chair. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he feeds you the first donut. A symphony of flavor exploded from the apparently powdered donut. It is merely the first of many more to come.

Grot, suddenly, seems to pick up on his feeding, stuffing you with donuts as fast as he could while still being sensual and allowing you to relax. After the tenth donut stuffed down your gullet, your waistline starts to see some expansion. Your hungry belly expands outwards with every donut fed to you, and you blush seemingly harder with every bite. After a time, it seems to become a blur of pleasure, every donut a starburst of excitement and flavor. Every feeling from your increasingly stuffed gut one that screams "*more*". Grot, happy to oblige, continues to glut you senseless.

Soon, however, your now massive dome of belly begins to protest any further gluttony, eventually telling you that enough was enough. You initially pay it no heed, but it began to cut through the pleasure you felt from being stuffed silly. The enormous, fatty ball gives you multiple pangs of fullness, each more forceful than the last. Finally, you concede. Sluggishly, you move your arm to block yet another donut from being fed to you.

"Grot, please. I think I'll explode if I eat any more."

Smiling, he replies, "I'm sure you can handle a few more bites! There are only a few left..."

Attempting to look above your swollen gut, you see a glimpse of what still seems like a feast of donuts. They all call out to you with a siren song, their sugary smell and glorious texture calling to your senses.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for more. And more. And just as you feel like you can't hold any more, that the slightest bit of food would destroy your belly, there isn't any more. Every last donut is crammed into your greedy belly. You lay there, and now without any donuts to feed you, Grot begins to rub your gut. A mixture of pain and pleasure reverberates throughout your encumbered body.

"See, I knew you could do it." Grot says, as he gently rubs up and down your enormous, jiggling orb you call your belly. As Grot rubs, you found your eyes dropping lower and lower, before, finally, you succumb to sleep, leaving Grot to help you work on your meal.

The next morning, you awake from your food coma. As you open your eyes, you see a large orb that looks suspiciously like your fur. Your sleep addled mind soon comes to the realization that it is your enormous belly. It easily rises two, if not more feet high in front of you. Attempting to move, you begin to move the chair beneath you into abnormal sitting position. Creaking, the chair complies. Now, getting up? That's a whole different story. You start up on one paw, and as soon as the second meets it, the full weight of your gluttony is beset upon you. Your fat body jiggles violently with the sudden motion of getting up from the chair. You make your way to the body mirror in the bathroom, and every step is a new experience for you, your excess swaying all around you. Fatty tissue droops from what feels like all around you, and how do you feel about this? Well, to be quite frank, you *love* it.

Reaching the bathroom, you feel your fat body brush against the doorway. You shiver as the cold surface meets your warm flesh. You prepare yourself for the consequences of your gluttony. Looking into the mirror, you see the state of your excess. As you thought, your belly was massive, and would likely reach out to touch any counter you were at long before you did yourself. Your arms were, to put it simply, massive, and you could feel their fat as you move them around you. You shiver with excitement at the thought of using them in some... *More creative* ways. Looking further up, you see your enormous, juggling breasts, which almost keep you from looking down, lest you bury your face in their fat. You now see your neck, the fatty rolls creating a double chin. Your thighs now rub against one another, one more circumstance of your gluttony that makes you shiver with excitement. Turning around, you spy your immense buttocks, almost reaching out like a shelf towards the mirror, defenseless from any attacking Grot.

Speaking of Grot, where is he? Your tummy rumbles. It's time for breakfast.