He removed a small glass bottle from the cabinet and removed the top, placing the now open glass on the counter. Chucking, he grabbed some of the donuts and sprinkled some of the clear liquid onto the donuts. “Hey, what’s that Fox?”
“Crap” Fox thought, he had completely forgotten about Slippy.
“Uh…” he stuttered. “Oh this is just something to enhance taste…yeah.” Fox believed that even someone as socially retarded as Slippy would see right through this.
“Cool! Can I try some of it?”
“Umm…” Crap he though again. “This only works on…birds?” Fox said completely unconfidently, but then again there was a good chance that Slippy would buy this one too. Slippy rubbed his chin and cocked his head, “that makes sense.” he said and then continued to munch on his toast. Fox couldn’t believe that this very un-smooth move on his part passed over so well and proceeded with his ‘taste improving’ of the donuts. He grabbed the box and brought them over to the table, setting them in front of where he sat. A flush of a toilet was heard down the hall followed by running of sink water and the click of a door opening. Falco was then seen rounding the corner to the kitchen. Fox could see that Falco looked pretty full from his previous meal before the…detour. His stomach slightly pushed against his shirt causing a slight curve, barely noticeable, but still present.
“Donut?” Fox questioned. Falco taken aback by the fact that Fox initiated him in a conversation and his hunger for breakfast responded, “Definitely.” His beak opened and he took a bite of the donut that fox had just saturated with the clear solution. After he had swallowed the first bite Falco’s face grew ridged. His pupils dilated and a rumble was heard echoing from his midsection. Quickly his face loosened up again and he showed the donut into his beak. After almost no chewing and very heavy swallowing he proclaimed, “AAAARHG, I’m starving!!! Quick pass me the donuts!” Fox shoved the box containing about two dozen donuts towards the starving avian. He grabbed the donuts from the box and proceeded to pile them into his gullet. His stomach became fuller and fuller as the box became emptier and emptier. After about 10 minutes of ravenous eating Falco had devoured over three quarters of the box and was showing no signs of slowing down. Fox sat across from Falco admiring his work; he laughed to himself and quietly muttered, “Life has just gotten more interesting around here…” Slippy completely oblivious, continued too much on his toast.
Falco ate for about five more minutes and when he reached to grab another donut his hand came up empty. Distraught he shot up from his seat, in a fashion that no one after eating two dozen donuts should have, and turned towards the fridge. His shit rode up only slightly exposing some of Falco’s midsection. Fox could tell that it was reaching its capacity but Falco obliviously didn’t notice. His pants pleaded to be destroyed as their 28’’ waist was getting stretched farther and farther as Falco began to look more like a well fed 34 than a slim toned 28. The pants cut into his sides causing some of him to spill over the sides giving him the appearance of a vanilla ice cream cone with a blueberry on top, as he was wearing a now extremely tight white exercise shirt. He was not fat as he has not yet digested the cornucopia of calories that he had just indigested but was bloated. Fox couldn’t believe that he could fit that much food into him.
Falco flung open the fridge door and stuck his head in.
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