Special Promotion Part 13 (Patreon)

Sorry for the delay! Turns out I had a kidney infection and that lasted a few weeks. It SUCKED haha. Anyways. Got this for you, and another before the end of the month. Love to keep it up I'll see how I go.

In this chapter our protagonist grapples with the urges of her new life, balanced against the desire to retain her old one. Some groping, gorging and masturbating thrown in for fun! Hope you enjoy <3

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Over the next few days the obese mouse found herself forging a new schedule. Every morning a stack of donuts would arrive at her front door and, nearly impossible to lift all at once, getting them inside provided the first challenge of her day. For the rest of the day she would be split between her desire to maintain a ‘normal’ life and the impulse to throw herself uncaringly on the pile of freshly baked treats until only crumbs and an enormously stuffed stomach remained. Considering that the few times she had succumbed to the allure of the donuts she ate herself into a blissful food coma for the remainder of the day, the two desires seemed incompatible. She could either work from home, maintain her social life (for what it was) and be a member of society, or she could gorge herself until she was too fat to do anything but eat and groan for more. The thought was exciting in its own right, but had she truly come so far in the world just to end up a heaving, sweating, gorging blob like Katie? She had come too far to give up the offer her boss had made, the chance to work from home was a chance to climb the ladder again, the one she had fallen off when she became a product tester.

D: I see you’re back on the roster. I wonder how on earth they could have found someone to fill your role.

Jenny bristled as her computer ping’d, the noise alerting her to the private message from a work colleague. D, or Diane, was a stuck up little nobody who plagued Jenny’s time when she worked in the office. The rabbit was short, shorter than Jenny was - which was saying something, and that seemed to make her all the more aggressive towards Jenny. She would constantly try to undermine the mouse’s work, get to points faster in meetings and steal ideas. Anything to get a step ahead. Back in the day, Jenny was talented enough and smart enough to deal with her, but with her fall from grace her standing in the company wasn’t so solid. The mouse scowled. ‘How could they have found someone to fill your role’ was clearly just Diane’s way of jabbing at her previous position of taste tester.

J: Oh Diane! You’re still working for Sifton? I thought Clen-X would have snapped you up by now. I heard they were looking for up and comers.

Clen-X was a garbage disposal company that had contracts with Sifton. The message would be clear enough. ‘You belong in the garbage’.

D: Oh no, they can’t get enough of me here! Ever since you went on to brighter and better pastures my star’s been rising.

The back and forth went on for a few minutes before Jenny got tired of the sniping and shut the chat. Diane, it seemed, would be a nuisance she would have to get used to now she was working at the corporate level again, even if it was work from home. And thank the gods it was! She could imagine the rabbit’s delight at seeing her in her current state, bundled in a hoodie (it was the only piece of clothing large enough for her) hunched in front of her computer with donut boxes laying in crumpled heaps around her desk.

Indeed the smell of donuts hung heavily in the air around Jenny’s apartment. It was close to the only food she ate - although she told herself that ordering takeout was an easy way to eat healthy. The vegetables that came with the occasional box of chinese food was no doubt enough nutritional value to compensate for the fact that the rest of her diet was donut based. In truth that wasn’t the case. The mouse began to look more and more like the fluffy treats she consumed daily, her middle puffing out every single day with the empty calories that she craved and crammed herself with. Her stomach had already defied the clothes she had started with, now it was starting to make online shopping difficult. The pain of trying to buy a wardrobe with a gut that settled further and further down her thighs by the day was a struggle she had not known before.

Ultimately it was between that struggle and the message with Diane that prompted the mouse to try and exercise again. If she wanted any hope at reaching her previous position she would have to get her weight under control. Even though it meant fighting the voices in her head that urged her to surrender, to give it all up and eat until she got fat enough to be like the images of Katie that kept her up at night. She would have to push herself. To push her resolve. If she could do that, perhaps she could have it all. The donuts and the promotions she so desperately desired. The thought of her fur-less pink foot pressing down on Diane’s horrified face was enough motivation to spur Jenny on to getting dressed for exercise and getting out the door. The exercise itself was.. another matter.

The first thing she noticed was the other people. Before even getting to jogging or fast walking or anything else, she saw the stares of the other furs in and around her apartment, her blush burning on her cheeks.

How could she let herself go like that?

What a fucking pig.

Is that a mouse or a whale?

How could she go outside dressed like that? Has she no shame?

They didn’t say anything, at least nothing she could hear with even her impressive ears, but the staring said everything they didn’t have to. And they were right to judge her, truly, how could I have let this happen to me? It was a question that burned in her mind and brought a blush to her cheeks whenever she felt the urge to devour more donuts. But just the thought of the taste of them filled her mouth with drool and she shook her head and pressed on.

Then of course, came the hard part. If just leaving the apartment had been an exercise in shame, the real exercise was nearly impossible. Just being out of the apartment the short walk it had taken to get her to street level had left Jenny out of breath. She had to rest against a nearby wall for a few minutes until she recovered but moving down the street she found her mouth hanging open and gasping for air. It wasn’t like she was so out of shape. Surely she could do just this. But as though walking had been something she hadn’t done in years, as though her legs were simply not up to the task, it felt like every part of her body was working thrice as hard as it should have been just to keep her upright. Not five minutes later she was slumped against a light pole gasping and wheezing. The looks she got from passerbyers washed over her, nothing else mattered quite then, in the sizzling hot, gasping, panting moment of recuperation.

That was enough exercise. She would take it slow. Build up her muscles. Surely that was the problem, she just needed to work back into it.

Work back into walking - what a fucking pig.

Jenny didn’t engage with her inner monologue, instead she braced herself for the walk back. When she got home she would treat herself to some donuts. Surely she had earned it. She had exerted more energy today than she had in a week, surely that deserved some kind of treat. The thought of it drew her tired legs on like she was a puppet pulled by strings. The taste of the delicious treats already filled her mouth. She felt keenly how she was so fat that her arms now rested against the pillowy love handles that consumed her sides but she no longer cared. Just as she didn’t care about the stares as, exhausted, red faced and sweaty, the mouse who had gone out barely ten minutes before now dragged herself back into her apartment.

Not caring about anything anymore but the thought of the dessert at the end of her trial, Jenny fell into her couch with a THUMP. She reached for the nearest box of donuts and started gorging herself on the delicious, puffy perfection within. Immediately neurons in her brain fired off a surge of pleasure that exploded in her mind and sent shivers down her spine. One donut was stuffed completely into her mouth, she tested her own capacity, barely chewing it before she swallowed the lump of puffy dough and felt it travel down her throat. Another was ravaged with large bites and needy gulps. She didn’t care about how she looked, only how she felt. That feeling within herself - a furnace at her core that spread warmth and satisfaction, fuelled by the puffy iced pastries that she pushed into her mouth. The icing sweet, delicious, its flavour seemed to change daily running through the range of various fruits from banana to cherry to strawberry to flavours she could not place no matter how hard she tried. Today was her favourite, strawberry, and one could tell if only by the fact that the icing smeared across the delicate fur of her face and quickly spread by her fingers to every part of her that she touched, gently groped and stroked.

Her stomach, it was a balloon in front of her. The neediest part of the mouse by far. It had gotten so big and it was only going to be bigger. When she was chewing and swallowing her fingers - furless and pink, roamed across its surface, stroking the gentle curve of its top where it billowed out past her breasts and grabbed gently at the doughy blubber of her love handles. Just touching it, feeling her own fingers against it was electrifying. It was... it was too much. It caused that furnace within her to boil over, a heat which spread from between her thighs across her entire body until inevitably a hand would become distracted from feeding her to fill the needy ache between her legs. That didn’t stop her gorging though, it didn’t stop her growing. It couldn’t - it could only encourage it. To feel bigger. To feel herself stretch. That was why she ate donut after donut, the flavour of the pastry and the icing blurring into one incredible sensation, a vessel within which she could pursue the feeling of her own stretching hide.

Around her the rest of her apartment - messy with boxes and crumbs, stinking of stale donuts that didn’t manage to get eaten and old chinese food she hadn’t quite cleaned up, faded away. The sun made its way through the sky as it did every day, marked in her home only by the changing hues that shone through the window as it reached its apex and began to dip. Jenny didn’t notice it, didn’t care about it. She had turned her tv on, a habit at this point, but that too was ignored. There was only the donuts she pushed into herself, the flavours on her tongue and the sensation of her stomach as it crept slowly forward, stretching inch by inch around the colossal meal she pushed into it.

When at last the sun had begun its descent, Jenny’s hand searched one of the nearby boxes blindly for a donut, her mind addled by continuous orgasms, and found none. She grunted a little and mechanically looked to search for another box before the sheer motion of her movement brought her back to reality. She was massive! Her stomach looked like it had inflated to nearly twice its previous size, packed entirely with digesting donuts. It was truly incredible, a feat even for her. The feeling of it, so many pastries stuffed inside her, she felt pregnant with the weight of at least a few bowling bowls. Packed to the brim, that solid, churning mass moved with her, provoking a groan from the bloated mouse.

Her fingers slick from icing and her own lust, Jenny’s hand rested on her swollen, massive stomach and suddenly she felt a mixture of nausea and fatigue. That was... enough. More than enough. Jenny didn’t have the time or energy to fight with her inner monologue. To chastise herself about how much of a cow she had become. How every judging stare she had received was right and she was nothing but a gluttonous pig. Instead, as though affected by the pull of gravity now more than ever, the mouse slumped onto her side and fell into a deep and dream filled sleep.