Special Promotion - Part 8 (Patreon)

With Katie’s cleaning seemingly abandoned for her ‘mid cleaning snack’, the pace of feeding her picked up dramatically. There was something strange about it - beyond strange, even. To be laying, physically laying atop somebody’s stomach and have it be so massive that her feet couldn’t touch that ground, Jenny almost couldn’t believe it. And yet whenever she thought about it, whenever she felt the motion of Katie’s breathing through the feet of blubber or the wobbling of her massive body, she felt something else. A spark of arousal that had her thighs squirming and her panties wet long before the first box of donuts had disappeared into the insatiable blob’s mouth. Katie swallowed donuts nearly whole, like she had been trained for it. In a way, Jenny supposed, she had. Every day customers paid a little extra so they could feed the Sifton INC mascot themselves, every day they got to lean in and pass the donut to her, or climb atop her mass for a more personal feeding. Another spark of lust shot down the mouse’s spine and she realised that for a brief moment, she envied Katie.

When the first box of donuts were reduced to crumbs, Katie called into the kitchen for another one and a tired looking dalmatian brought them out and passed them to Jenny. The look in the dalmatian’s eyes as she regarded Jenny told the mouse that this was new, that whoever usually cleaned Katie didn’t get so up close and personal. Jenny blushed a little, but told herself she didn’t mind the attention. A few months ago she had been close to the top of the corporate ladder and could send anyone who gave her a cross look packing for a new job, who was this dalmatian girl to judge her? When the next box disappeared, donuts fed one after the other into the blob she perched upon, it was Jenny who called for a replacement.

Feeding Katie took much longer than cleaning her, it turned out. Making a dent in that massive fennec fox’s stomach would demand no less. All the same, Jenny was surprised when she looked around to find the bakery had opened, and that customers were clustered by the front counter and filling the booths around the pair. Certainly Katie was presentable, clean and smelling good, but Jenny had never been this intimately close with anyone in public. As she made the realisation, a look of panic must have struck her. Katie saw it and mumbled something around her mouthful. Maybe it was meant to be comforting but instead it struck Jenny as a reminder, there were donuts to be eaten and a gluttonous, donut loving blob to feed them to. With every box emptied and replaced, Jenny could imagine the blob of a fennec getting wider and wider. She could imagine herself, laying on that stomach, rising up into the air as soft blubber was replaced with donut packed stomach. As she moved onto the twelfth, large donut box she no longer had to imagine.

Jenny had lost count of the amount of donuts she had pushed delicately, roughly, quickly and slowly into Katie’s waiting mouth. She couldn’t recall how many times Katie chewed, gulped or outright swallowed the delicious baked treats. But she could see the impact it made. Where once Katie had seemed soft as marshmallow, and climbing her had been akin to trying to scale a massive waterbed, now her gut puffed out in every direction. It was a massive, gurgling dome that rested atop its lower rolls and had a slightly angry red sheen to it. Accompanied by its sheer size, which staggered Jenny as she found herself sliding down Katie’s side, was the noises that the blob made. No longer hungry, Jenny’s ears were assailed by a cacophony of digestive groans and gurgles. The noises of a stomach that had had too much to eat, amplified. Katie herself looked in a daze, panting for breath and covered in icing and crumbs - her work day had yet to start, Jenny wondered if they would hang a ‘undergoing maintenance’ sign on her if she couldn’t eat any more donuts.

Talking seemed redundant at the moment, Katie was clearly lost in her own bliss and Jenny was lost at the size of the woman in front of her. She had done this, she had made this. At least in part. How many new pounds would be added to the fennec? How many inches of blubber? In time, how many feet? The thought sent another shiver down Jenny’s spine and she noticed the donut box she was holding rattled. There was one donut left.

Looking at what she had done to Katie, what they had done together, Jenny hefted the donut to her lips and took a bite. It was delicious beyond anything she had eaten before. Delicious beyond her usual fare at the factory, to be certain. Once more Jenny began to understand how someone could let themselves become so big. And once again, something inside Jenny began to crave it.