Special Promotion (Part 9) (Patreon)

Hey all! Sorry for the delay. I've been fighting the flu for the last two weeks so drawing has been a bit slow. Hopefully these two pieces of Special Promotion and the accompany story are good, I hope you enjoy them! As always lemme know what you think. And today's story gets a little... horned up. You have been warned <3

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It took Jenny some time to realise she had made a mistake, and even then she wasn’t sure what the mistake was. Later she might consider some crucial moment, some turning point to blame for what was to come, but figuring out which point that was would be the hardest part. After all, she had no idea exactly what went into the mascot’s special donuts, even though she had herself overseen the additives production at one point. Jenny knew that originally Katie was targeted with a specialised formula that, along with the fennec fox’s own weak will and gluttonous nature, resulted in her becoming the blob she was today. What she didn’t realise was that the same specialised formula was still in use, designed from a molecular level to promote appetite, weight gain and the structural integrity of the various organs used for such things. The science was down to a par - if the subject should ever glut themselves to the point where their stomach would otherwise rupture, then specialised nanobots would swarm into place to hold the stomach together, eventually creating a bigger and hungrier organ than anyone should ever have. Jenny didn’t know that part, just like she didn’t know that the taste of the donut was specially tailored to Katie’s taste buds. Theoretically they would taste bland and mundane on any other tongue, but there was always a one in a million chance that that special formula would work on another person. And then there was the chance that it would work too well.

So, Jenny didn’t realise that when she bit down into the last donut that had been provided for Katie, finishing it off herself, she had in fact sealed her own fate. She couldn’t see the multitude of chemicals and nanobots going to work on her body, making it a suitable receptacle for what was to come. She couldn’t see them stimulating her appetite, driving her to salivation while she was on her way home. Nor could she see them preparing her stomach and bowels, lacing them with stretchable materials so she could stuff herself to maximum capacity and beyond.

The mouse had made the decision back then, balancing on Katie’s ponderous mass that she would indulge herself. She would gain whatever weight she wanted. She would eat what she wanted and truly allow herself to become fat. To feel it, to run her paws along her sides and feel her own growth. Even in the car ride back it was enough to make her shiver and blush, and her legs were already damp from the feeding session before. But the altered chemical makeup of that final donut she took from Katie was quickly turning a passing desire, a fantasy, into a burning drive. She needed to eat. She needed to be full of donuts, a churning, fat, donut balloon.

Now.

When Jenny’s old boss - the silver wolf who oversaw the campaign that turned Katie from a jogger into a blob mascot, got the call that someone had requested Katie’s blend of donut he was somehow not surprised. Fate had a way of playing tricks with people's lives. He pulled up the video feed from Katie’s store and saw that it was Jenny who had taken the fateful bite from the chemical laced donut. Just desserts. The mouse who had turned her nose up at those who gained weight from their product was about to get exactly what she deserved. With a smile he was too happy to okay that request. Jenny would get all the donuts she could ever want.

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Ding Dong

It had been all of ten minutes since Jenny got home and made the request for more of Katie’s brand of donut before the doorbell rang. The mouse, who had been in the middle of pleasuring herself, squeaked loudly before she yanked up her panties and pants and hurried over to the door. There was no delivery man, but in the hallway outside her apartment was a stack of donuts taller than she was, and nearly as wide. She blushed as she started hurryingly carrying boxes inside. Her neighbours were going to think she was a glutton.

She would prove them right.

The thought popped into her head out of nowhere, vying for space with embarrassment about how big she had already grown. In months she had swelled from a respectable thin mouse into this blubbery fatty whose shirt wouldn’t even fit over her own stomach. The thought of it made her squirm again and hurry, hurry to pull all the donut boxes into reach of her couch. She tore into the first box like a kid at christmas, pulling the wrapping off and reaching in to grab the first massive donut she saw. For a moment it sparkled in her hands, it was everything she wanted. Then it was in her mouth and the flavours once again washed through her, flooded her whole body and left her feeling faint. Standing there, she ate more. Another donut, and another were pushed down her mouth. The size of them were more akin to grapefruit than the tiny donuts one would usually see in a bakery. After the first, each additional donut started to push out her blubbery stomach, straining the buttons on her shirt inch by inch until they pulled taught. It was only then she started to feel the weight of the food she’d crammed into herself. Jenny collapsed, first into her couch then sliding to sit on the floor, pulling yet more donuts closer.

A moment passed over the stuffed mouse. A moment of hesitation, clarity, perhaps. What was she doing? She had already stuffed herself like a fool, like any of her worst days working at the automation line, now she was going to push more into her?

Yes. Nothing but a fat, wobbling donut balloon.

The second thought jumped through her like an electric shock and before she knew it another donut was in her hand, and then, in her mouth. Chewing was mechanical but gods was the food ever so blissful. Her brain seemed split between the desire for more and the desire to take things as slow as it could. More of course won out and a second donut was pushed in before the last of the first had even been swallowed. Jenny continued like this, unaware of the subtle alterations that the formula was having on her body. She could have resisted, if she wanted. If she really wanted. That was in fact the best part of the formula, according to the wolf who designed it - it only really worked on people who wanted it to work. Jenny had had the spark of desire long before any nanobots entered her body. All they did was kindle the flame and ensure her stomach could keep up with the new demand. And so she continued, pushing donut after donut into her face, chewing briefly before shoving the next one in. The lowest buttons on her shirt popped, zooming across the room. The overstretched garment itself began to ride up the curve of her stomach, no longer able to contain it, nor anything more than her breasts. As her bowels inflated with the sheer mass of donut being pushed through her, the mouse’s metabolism kicked into overdrive, struggling to put mass anywhere it could. She didn’t hear the seams of her pants splitting but she could feel the cool air on her thighs.

Some time, Jenny didn’t exactly know when, her hand found its way under her stomach, pawing desperately at her crotch over her pants. She tried to pull them down but they were too tight and her stomach too round. It didn’t matter. She groped and pawed at her sides, feeling her inflated, massive stomach between bites of donut and feeling it grow bigger with every mouthful gulped down. Jenny came about the same time she could no longer muster the energy for another mouthful. The massive mouse laid out on her back gasping and painting for air, the remnants of donut crumbs spread all around her. She couldn’t see over her own massive bloated dome of a stomach, not even close. Somewhere in the back of her mind a part of Jenny was screaming at her, ‘what have you done to yourself?! You’re nothing but a fat pig now!’. Another part of the mouse was smiling at the prospect.