Emile spied on his brother in the kitchen. Remy had been in there for hours now, cooking nonstop for some sort of party. Emile could smell it through the open door; in fact their whole place smelled like Remy’s delicious cooking, and Emile was starving, practically drooling as he saw the savory snacks Remy had been preparing; pies, cakes, steaks, and other food that smelled, and looked, so delicious.
Remy was too busy checking on his stove to notice his fatter brother sneak over, grabbing a particularly delicious-looking pie, until he turned around, seeing his brother’s face buried in it. Emile looked up, blueberry matted in his fur, and smiled sheepishly at the disapproving look Remy was giving him. “Emile, that’s not for you.” He chided as his brother swallowed.
“H-Hey, I just…. Thought you might need a taste-tester?” Emile nervously offered as an excuse as Remy sighed, pinching his brow, “Look, a ‘taste-tester’ doesn’t eat the whole thing,” He said, “Besides, I already know my cooking is good.” Emile nodded and resumed eating, “You can say that again.” He said, mouth full of pie filling, as Remy grunted and snatched it away. “Hey!” he yelled, as Emile shyly backed away.
“Aw, come one!” Emile groaned, exasperated, “Why are you making all this if I can’t even have a nibble? Besides it’s not like you can eat all of it.” Remy shook his head, “Because a nibble is only a little bit. You eat…. More than that. Also, I could so eat all of this myself, but I need to prepare something for the local fair.” Emile grumbled, “That’s in 4 DAYS Remy. You can stand to lose a couple of goodies in the meantime.” Remy rolled his eyes, “Always pays to be prepared.”
“Come on, who’s gonna eat all this if you aren’t?” Emile added, snatching the pie away, “Hey, I could totally eat all this myself, you know?” Emile scoffed, “Yeah, right” he said, “I think it’s obvious who the bigger rat here is.” He patted his big belly, before burying his snout in the pie. Remy grumbled, “Okay, you wanna bet?” He grabbed a pie himself, and began tearing into it suddenly, sending filling and crumbs everywhere. Within moments, the plate was clean, Remy had gunk across his snout, and finished with a large “BWOOOOORP”, which Emilie giggled at, “Nice”, he complimented him, “But check out this.” Emile jammed his face in his own pie, gobbling it down in seconds, leaving as much of a mess as Remy did until the tin was empty, looked up, and let out a large belch right in his brother’s face, knocking him back a bit. “BUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAPPP!”
Remy waved a paw in front of his muzzle, chuckling a bit himself, “Alright, alright…. You know what?” He said, turning off his stove and walking towards the pantry, “Follow me.” Emile raised an eyebrow in interest and did as he was told, the two brothers bounding down into the basement as Remy pulled a cord from the ceiling, illuminating the store room. Emile’s eyes widened. It was full of food. “I have a bit saved up here. ‘Rations’ you might say.” He laughed, “Wanna help me polish these off? The one who eats the most wins..” Emile licked his lips, stomach growling, “Sure…. Just don’t be too disappointed when I win.” Remy chuckled, “In your dreams.” He said, as both brothers bounding in and started to eat.
They stuffed themselves with whatever they could find, bread, cheese, crackers, any of Remy’s extras they could get. As they did, their bellies began swelling, slowly, as they packed on the pounds, filling up, rounding with full, jiggly flab. Their hips got wider, bellies bigger and fuller, arms pudgier. All the while, a chorus of burps resounded as the brothers stopped to release their gas every so often. Their fur was coated in crumbs and slobber as they ate.
Remy had developed a nice double chin and moobs, as well as a decently sized gut that protruded. Soon, he was starting to look more and more like his brother, who himself was starting to look more and more like a pig as he ate. They were in fierce competition as their bellies continued to balloon, their fat swaying, and jiggling with each thunderous burp and occasional fart from Emile, which Remy regarded with disgust. Though eventually, he could feel his own gas getting worse the more he ate, and was also beginning to rip ass too, Emile chuckling as he saw his ‘uptight’ brother letting loose, as Remy tried not to look at him, or smile from the feeling of release.
Soon after, the food in the cellar had been depleted, leaving a few crumbs left on a shelf that Remy and Emile finally met on. “It’s-URRRP-mine!”, “I-UBWOOORP-GOT IT, I GOT IT!” they yelled at one another, fighting over the scraps, until they finally managed to gobble them up, and reclined, letting out blasts of stinking gas. Remy’s gut was hurting so much; he didn’t think he cared about how gross or embarrassing it was. He definitely knew Emile probably didn’t, given how shamelessly he was belching and farting. They were starting to seriously stink.
Finally, after a few minutes of catching their breaths, the brothers turned to look at each other and see who won….
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