Special Promotion - Part 19 (Patreon)

Hemmo from Jenny! Got part 19 out, gonna try and get part 20 early november if I can. Feeling a bit better, definitely on the tail end of being sick <3

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Waking up was difficult. Not in the traditional sense - half remembered dreams gave way to a stirring of consciousness the same as it did most mornings, but this time there was something different. Heavier. Jenny thought she was used to heavier, after all she binged nearly nightly now and woke up feeling just a little wider than she had the day before, but this was something different.

The first thing Jenny noticed, actually noticed with conscious thought was the weight on her lungs. There was heavy huffing in every inhale as though she fought for breath even laying down. It wasn’t quite so bad as being out of breath but it was a new sensation that brought her back to the days that she’d needed an inhaler. It was uncomfortable. The second thing the mouse noticed was the floor against her back. Again, this wasn’t the first time she had passed out on the floor but the aching of her muscles and back suggested it was a habit she ought to try and avoid in the future. She was sore. And then, groaning and wiping at the sleep in her eyes, Jenny noticed everything else.

While she was observing the Free Donut trial with Katie the fennec (who now resided in firm immobility as a mascot at a local Sifton donut store) Jenny noticed a point between near immobility and immobility where Katie lost control. When her promises to start exercising more and stop eating as much faded away and all her thoughts turned to eating. The fennec’s apartment was properly bugged of course, to monitor the progress of the subject. Katie would look at herself in the mirror and pinch her love handles and Jenny saw in her eyes the hesitation that slowly gave way to addiction. The addiction of feeling full and getting fatter. Every spare moment of the fennec’s day she held a donut in one hand, no matter what she seemed to be doing. Specifically Jenny remembered Katie waking up one morning - the mouse watching through the camera in her bedroom saw a fennec who had become so morbidly obese that while laying in bed her stomach rose like a small hill in front of her. And Katie had to fight it, huffing and wheezing with every motion, just to get out of her bed. It drove home to Jenny then that the phrase ‘get out of bed’ was a wildly different thing to her and Katie back then. For Jenny all she had had to do was swing her legs over the side of the bed and push herself up with one arm. Katie on the other hand was weighed down into the mattress just by virtue of her sheer mass. Her gut was so large it spread her legs apart even laying down and they were themselves so flabby that moving one was enough exertion to start sweat spreading onto Katie’s face. For her, ‘getting up’ was a fight against her own body. A struggle to move her legs, inch by inch towards the edge of the bed where, after minutes of huffing, panting and groaning she might be able to roll her stomach over the edge of the bed and if she were lucky she could use the momentum to stand. Some mornings she failed miserably, falling on her gut on the floor of her room, but even then she was able to pull herself up using the side of her bed. Other mornings the gambit worked perfectly and the fennec took her first struggling, waddling steps of the day. Jenny had wondered back then how it must have felt. To have every muscle in your body straining just to do a simple task like getting up. And how embarrassed Katie must have felt to see her body rising up above her, her stomach a hill she had no chance to see over. A puffy mound so fat she could no longer even reach her own belly button.

She no longer had to wonder.

Head braced against a donut box she must have used for a pillow last night, the mouse tilted her chins as forward as the blubber of her neck allowed her to and surveyed the damage. She remembered vividly the horror and second hand shame she had felt for Katie back then and that shame welled up in her chest now. Along with something else. Something powerful that trickled through her body and made her shiver. It slithered to the back of her mind for now, leaving the mouse to confront the reality that was her body.

“Oh no...”

It seemed too little too late. She could have protested Diane’s actions. Could have stopped the feeding. Could have said no. Could have exercised. Could have eaten better. Jenny could have done a thousand things different, but she didn’t. And that slither of something else worked its way warmly down her middle and between her thighs. She could have stopped Diane feeding her, instead she came.

Back when Jenny had watched Katie, she wondered what motivated the fennec fox to get up every morning. What motivated her to struggle just to rise. As the mouse’s stomach started to rumble she realised the answer to that, too.

Donuts.