#overfull

I was going to go for a walk in the rain, but one of my owners said I couldn't go to the toilet before I went out. This was 2 hours ago and I'd already been holding it for an hour.

I tried to do it outside like a good kitty, but I couldn't!

So as a self-imposed punishment I had two consecutive bong rips to make me nice and relaxed, and a pint and a half before I could use the restroom... but only after begging for permission like a good boy >////<

The relief washed over me like a tidal wave, after hours of holding it in. It was like a dam burst~

Ragged shallow breaths were wheezed out as the fox tried listening to the words being spoken to it. Even its ears seemed to twitch in slow motion, sending ripples through its entire bloated body. It couldn't focus on the words coming in, hell, it could barely keep its eyes open. All it knew was it had won, and that this had all been worth it.

The fox was an engorged bloated mess, cream streaked across its bloated cheeks, its gut, which sat like a lead weight before it, bright red and forced so full the fur was barely visible. Its limbs and extremities couldn't budge an inch from the overfullness, but it wasn't a secret that if that massive meal were ever digested, this fox probably wouldn't ever move again. Whether or not the meal would be digested was only in question because everybody watched this fox open its engorged muzzle and let its tongue flop out, trailing along some of the spattered cream to gulp it down.

The fox couldn't tell what the sharply dressed dragon was saying, but it could feel their paw slap against the tight red sphere its gut had become. A deep rolling whine of pain was forced out, but the fox didn't move a muscle. It couldn't. It wanted to cry out in pain or flinch but it was simply too fat and full for such animated behavior.

The words ten million dollars broke through the post stuffing malaise as the dragon began to rub the fox's gut in soothing flowing circles, their scaled hands clearly adept at delivering such ministrations. The fox was thankful for it, it felt wonderful, soothed the blistering ache of fullness that had started to replace every second of reality.

The dragon was clearly addressing it now, repeating something that didn't quite pick up as the fox continued to groan and huff. "Contest three!" The exclamation came with a light jostle of the fox's gut that forced out a tiny pathetic belch. To have given more would have implied that there was room for much else besides the massive amount of food inside it.

A rolling confused "muh...?" Was finally uttered from the fox as the crowd laughed, the dragon looking back at them with an overplayed shrug.

"There you are. Contestant three, you've won, now all we need is for you to sign, and the ten million dollars will be yours. You... Can still sign a document right?" The dragon was an excellent actor, voice dripping with what sounded like genuine concern, even though they smiled like a villain.

The fox gurgled in response, eyes rolling back as it finally passed out, though inevitably it would jolt back awake.