#fatfoxweek

"Come on, my little fatty~. You still have another jumbo-sized order on the way." Codi tried to respond, but the burger crammed in their maw was keeping them from protesting. "What's that? Chew your food, sweetie~." Trish's bodymate clenched the armrest of the chair with the only hand they had control over. Codi greedily chomped down on the patty in their mouth, watching as Trish caught a pickle from falling with the primed sandwich in the other hand. "Ohhh, so eager to please me. So excited to help us get fatter and fatter... our fans love it, don't they?" Codi eyed the screen at the opposite side of the room and watched the comments and donations roll in. They were eager to see Codisha grow. And grow. And grow. Their belly already sat heavily in their lap, spanning across the entire width of the plus-sized lounge chair. "Look at how big we're getting, too. These pajama pants barely fit us anymore. We're practically about to burst out of them! At the rate you're gobbling things down, I think you might make it by the end of the night." Tighter still their fingers dug into the upholstery. Their cheeks burned with the thought of that juicy, dripping burger slipping down their throat and adding on another pound to the growing gut. A quick glance to the floor and they could see their progress scattered around. It was almost unbelievable how many they had eaten. And they still kept going. "Who's my hungry pet? I'm so glad you haven't forgotten that this is my body. And you'll help me make it as big as our adoring audience desires." Just as Codi finished swallowing their last bite, just in time for the next sandwich to be shoved in their maw. The burgers were endless, and they had no say in the matter. Trish was already reaching for the next one, when suddenly-- Ding-dong! "Ah, that must be the delivery. Why don't we go show them all the progress we made since the last time, hm?"