Chapter #6Next Morning by: Unknown After however long Tails spent dozing since waking up, he opened his eyes. His room was still pretty dark thanks to his blackout curtains.
"What time is it," he mumbled. Turning his head to the nightstand clock revealed it was 8:46. Not too bad.
Getting out of bed was typically nothing special, but at his size it required some finesse. One leg over the side, then the other. Lay on his side and push up. No stopping until he was perfectly upright. And finally, push off and stand up. (But no pushing off too hard! He didn't want to land on his gut!)
He stretched his back, then his arms. "Let's see," he said, his hands coming down to scratch his belly, "breakfast or shower first?"
His stomach answered the question with a growl. He chuckled. "Yeah, I figured."
As he waddled over to the door, memories of the day before bubbled up to the forefront of his mind. His post-pizza binge snack had properly staved off his appetite long enough for dinner. That said, why would he even need a snack in the first place? Those pizzas were extra-large. But then again, his sudden growth spurt might have kicked his metabolism into overdrive. If it actually happened.
Tails groaned. Morning was the worst time to deal with conflicting thoughts. Especially before breakfast. Best to just set it all aside for now and put a nice, big meal together. But what was a fat fox to have? Maybe--
Three knocks pulled him out of his thoughts.
His ears perked up, his tails flicked, his heart rate picked up, and a grin dimpled his cheeks. "Wow, already?" The elation in his voice was clear as day. It'd been too long since his admirer sent him breakfast. He could barely contain his glee as he waddled to the front door, licking his lips in anticipation.
A tower of boxes comparable to yesterday's greeted him. They were pure white and lacked any identifying logos, but he didn't have to guess at their contents. Growing giddier by the second, he lifted the usual video camera off the top to get the usual typed note.
"Good morning. I know I usually wait until lunch or dinner but I just can't hold off that long. I loved your last video so much. I can't get enough of how much you can eat. Do you remember when you just got started? You could barely handle one large pizza. Now you can pack away whole stacks of extra larges. And you always look so happy when you stuff yourself. It makes me happy too.
By the way, how was my special gift? Did you like the surprise? I bet you did. The rate you've been growing, I figured you wanted to grow even faster. Let me know if you want more of my special gifts in the future. Oh, and also let me know if I should send that replacement chair sooner rather than later.
Enjoy, and don't forget to let me watch!"
Tails grinned. Their enthusiasm was always apparent, but this time especially so.
Not that he could blame them. Knowing there was someone out there willing and eager to help him get fat was just... He couldn't put into words how happy that made him. His tails were wagging hard enough to deliver light smacks to his big bubble butt. They even sent small ripples through the fat.
Part of him realized he should care more about the fact his admirer induced a hyper-accelerated weight gain without a clearer warning, or that they could even do such a thing in the first place. Of course, this was the same part that had been pestering him with those obnoxious doubts since yesterday, so he wasn't exactly keen on paying it much mind. Plus he was just happy to confirm he didn't imagine yesterday's gains.
After fumbling a bit with the camera, he managed to get a recording going. He smiled into the lens. "Hi. Glad you enjoyed the last one. That surprise of yours was really, um, surprising. Can't argue with the results though." He angled the camera down to give a good view of his flabby front.
"Yeah. Pretty impressive, huh?" The pride in his voice rang clear as day. Chuckling, he added, "Don't worry. You'll see the rest in just a bit. I hope I don't sound too egotistical when I say this, but I'm looking better than ever thanks to you!"
He lingered for a few moments before pulling the camera back up to his face. A blush colored his cheeks. "And, uh... Well, I think I'd be okay with more of your, um, your special gifts in the future. But please give me a little more warning in the future, okay?
"Oh, and I'm going to need that new chair sooner rather than later."
Was he supposed to sound happy about that last bit? Probably not, but he didn't care. In fact, scratch that. He should be happy about it. It's a fatty's ultimate goal to outgrow everything, right? Right!
Nagging doubts pestered Tails once more as he moved to set up the camera, but he was finding it much easier to brush them aside this morning. His admirer went out of their way to set up a nice breakfast feast for him and gosh darn it, he was going to enjoy it!
Since his arm chair was out of commission, he had to move his stuffing spot to the loveseat. "I wonder how long it'll take to outgrow this one," he remarked with a grin to the camera. It was obvious bait, but far too tempting for his admirer to resist.
The boxes came in three at a time. Tails stalled with each set, letting the camera soak up his meaty back and bending over a little more than necessary when setting them down. He nearly fell over a couple times but he didn't mind it one bit. Gravity threatening to pull him down to the ground sent a thrill down his spine.
Once all the boxes had been relocated and Tails made himself comfy, he set one on top of his belly and dug in with an unceremonious "Here goes."
Plain, glazed, powdered, chocolate frosted, strawberry frosted, jelly filled, Bavarian cream... So many different kinds of donuts in the first box alone. There was an attempt to start at a slow pace...which didn't last beyond the first bite. The instant that sugary goodness hit his taste buds, his appetite took over and drove him to gulp everything down in massive bites. He'd barely finish one mouthful before starting on another.
The first box went down in short order, as did the second. And the third. And the fourth. The fifth one too, but by then he'd finally mustered enough self control to slow down and take a second to assess his current status. The tower of boxes was almost half its original size, with seven left to go.
Ah, seven. That would've been a daunting number of boxes some time ago. Heck, five would've been daunting at one point! But not anymore, not to this master glutton in the making.
Wait, since when have I wanted to be a "master glutton"?
Tails shrugged off the thought. No doubts, not during breakfast. Especially when he had an audience to entertain and an appetite that seemed to have grown alongside the rest of him yesterday. He normally would've dented his appetite by now, yet he felt awfully ravenous this morning. An effect of his admirer's special gift?
Whatever. Just keep eating.
Box number six plopped down on his belly. He pulled out a jelly doughnut, brought it to his lips, then stopped. Sure, he could just wolf it down like normal, buuut...
He considered the doughnut for a moment, grinned. "You know what? I'd like to try something."
Opening his mouth as wide as possible, he slowly slid the treat in. Sugar tickled his tongue, tempting him to bite down. But he refrained. Only after barely fitting the whole thing into his mouth did he finally relent. All that sweet sugar, dough, and jelly hit him at once. It overwhelmed him and he let out a moan. So good, sooo gooood...!
He chewed and chewed and chewed until he could no longer taste anything. Swallowing, he looked at the camera and said, "I think I'll eat all the rest like that. Let me know what you think of it!"
The remainder of box six went much the same. It didn't take long for Tails to get a handle on this new method of eating. By the time he started on box seven, he'd already worked out a good rhythm. He could easily stuff each one into his mouth with no trouble, and while he still savored each one, he didn't spend too much time chewing them, lest he ran the risk of losing his admirer's interest by drawing things out too long.
All the while, he couldn't help punctuating each one with a moan. It wasn't just because they tasted great, either. In the years since Tails first dedicated himself to fattening up he'd learned and refined a great many techniques for optimizing his weight gain, enhancing his appetite, and demonstrating his gluttony in ways his younger, tinier self could only dream of.
Seven boxes emptied of their contents, then eight. The sheer quantity of the feast was finally catching up with Tails. Not quite close to full, but getting there. Down went the ninth box, as did the tenth. He could feel himself slowing down throughout the eleventh, full but not yet stuffed. An improvement over yesterday. He would've had to force himself to power through all of the last box, but today that only applied to the last few doughnuts. Pained groans mixed with his delighted moans.
Come on big guy, just three more...
Two more...
Last one. Just take a moment to breathe, and...
Done.
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Just Another Day: After wrapping up the video, Tails relaxes a bit before moving on with his day.
Second Course?: A few minutes pass before Tails is suddenly hungry again! Good thing his admirer's ready with another feast.
Not Quite a Food Coma: Before Tails can end the recording, his brain fogs over...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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