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I'm the 'unattractive' one in my relationship, and I'm perfectly happy with that, because I've never been happier with myself than I am now. I don't shy away from mirrors anymore, because I love what I am. What I've become. And it's all thanks to her. My mate, Natalia.

She's incredible. Coyotes like her have a difficult time already making themselves look 'healthy'. I've seen pictures of her in her youth, all skin and bones despite a modest upbringing. It took her years of high-calorie diets and workout routines to force dozens of pounds onto her body, giving her a slim-thick look that made men drool. Her juicy ass rippled with power as she walked, and a glorious pair of tits threatened to break free from her tight sports bras. I, like many others at our college, had fallen head over heels for her petite short-stacked body. Night after night, I dreamed of her, waking up with cum-soiled sheets and an even stronger pang of longing in my chest. My entire being was obsessed with her, body and mind.

But, foolishly, I told myself that I was not in her league. That I, a chubby, awkward wolf with an affinity for overeating and oversleeping, was little more than pond scum compared to her shining brilliance. Even when she sought me out for a partner for research, even when she laughed at my awful jokes, even when she hung onto my every word with an adoring gleam in her eyes, I told myself that it was all a ruse. She had to be faking it, pretending to like me to avoid hurting my obvious feelings for her. That was just the sort of thing an angel like her would do to comfort a dork like me.

If I could reach back in time and fucking strangle my younger self, I would. He would gag in surprise in my grasp, both at my appearance and words. For he would not expect his future self to be an even larger, pot-bellied wolf with healthy fur and an air of constant happiness. My words would be alien to him. "She's so fucking into you," I would shout, shaking him around like a fucking ragdoll. "Just say the word, and you're into her pants just like that!"

"B-but I'm ugly," he would say, gasping for air. "There's no way she sees me like that!"

And then I would drop the bombshell, a verbal fucking warhead right into his ear. "Then why has she fucked me to sleep nearly every night for the past two years, huh?"

I'm sure my past self would've died of shock, actually. It's probably for the best that time-travel hasn't been invented yet.

---

The bed creaked loudly as Nat rode me like a horse, thick thighs trembling as she pumped herself up and down. I wheezed with exertion, struggling to keep up with her seemingly endless stamina and libido. How many hours had it been since she'd dragged me to the bedroom and pushed me on my back? Three? Four? I couldn't tell. Even as her body visibly quaked with exhaustion, she kept going like a machine, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from our bodies.

"Hang in there," she panted, leaning over to give my bloated, jiggling belly a tight hug. The pressure made me grunt, my insides squeaking in protest. "Keep daddy powered up for a little longer, okay? It's the least you can do after I fed you so much..."

Aha, yes. The more astute amongst you might have noticed she was talking to my belly rather than me. My big, stupid, hungry belly, always straining waistbands and belts. After all this time, I had finally learned the truth. Natalia, the object of my most wild sexual fantasies, was in love with my body. More specifically, my stomach.

And lucky me, for my stomach was, well, my stomach. Which meant I got to follow along for the ride as she took my body on wild sexual adventures, poking and prodding and experimenting with every inch of me.

My chest heaved as I bust one last, pathetic nut into her body, her pulsing orgasm matching mine. For a brief moment, I saw stars, obscuring my vision of her own bared teeth and watering eyes. The sharp bite of pain that came from nearly breaking myself was only barely overpowered by the wonderful sensation of release.

"Fuuuck," she said, shuddering as she came to a rest. We stayed like that for a spell, my softening cock still knotted up her tight cunt. "You're a dream," she said. To me, this time. My weary heart swelled as she patted my cheek before rolling off and onto the bed beside me. "Any tummy aches? I know I fed you some weird shit today, but it was all we had for leftovers at the restaurant."

"Still holding together," I smiled, patting myself. "But those spices are definity causing a stir in here. All that bouncing around didn't help, either." As if to prove my point, an immense rolling gurgle shook my insides, making me whimper in pain.

"Oh, honey baby," she said, resting her ear up against me. "I'm sorry! you should've said something!" Big words, coming from someone who was visibly getting turned on by the tortured noises of my bowels. She often fed me things with the sole intent of fucking up my digestion, toying with my organs like some mad scientist.

"I'm not one to turn down food," I said. "Besides, I'm a big guy. I can take it."

"You sure can." She closed her eyes, sighing happily as my organs labored mere inches from her head. "Say, I know it's already late and all, but..."

"You want to feed me some more?"

"Am I really that easy to read?"

I laughed. "No, it's just I was hoping for a little post-coitus snack."

"How about me?" She asked, getting up on her knees while fingering herself. Was there really any arousal left to find in her sloppy cunt? "Am I 'snack' enough for you?"

"...I won't say no," I said, no longer caring about what she had waiting for me in the kitchen. My mate was offering her battered cunt up for licking, after all. It was time to dig in!

(Incidentally, there was still pleasure to be had when slurping up what was left of her juices.)

I happily followed her to the kitchen, licking her juices clean from my muzzle. Her energy was already coming back in force, her body trembling with anticipation. "So the boss ordered a special batch of this ice cream," she was saying, "But they sent us the wrong kind. There was a lot of it, and it doesn't work with the new menu item. So... he was either throwing it away, or giving it out to us. And lucky us, she gave the lion's share to us! Isn't that wonderful?"

Wonderful, but hardly a surprise. Nat's boss, Nip, was a blatantly obese fox that saw everyone smaller than herself as 'too skinny'. It was a wonder Nat's waistline had managed to stay under control while working underneath her. I know for a fact that the kind, motherly fox was responsible for a non-trivial number of pounds on my ass from massive meals and constant leftovers. She knew full well that all the food she sent home with Nat was going to end up inside me, one way or another.

"There wasn't enough room in our freezer," Nat was saying, skipping over to the cooler as I sat heavily down on my chunky ass. "So I had to put most of it in the fridge. But, that just means it's softer." Her eyes met mine, an evil glint making me shiver in fear and delight. "Easier to swallow, some might say."

Easier to swallow, my ever-growing ass. It didn't matter how 'easy' something was to swallow once your stomach was literally too full to function. I lived for those moments, when I had eaten so much that my body itself began to shut down and drag me into a food coma. Of course, that was nothing that a little frantic sex and caffeine couldn't fix. I felt warmth building in my belly as I thought about Nat literally fucking the life back into me, only to suck it out later with her tight, nimble mouth.

Nat hefted the first bucket of ice cream out of the fridge, giving me a nice view of the pumpkin on the front, as well as the sheer size. It was no wonder that Nip wanted to get rid of the stuff; she hated pumpkins ever since binging on nothing but pumpkin-flavored treats for a whole month as a bet. Her brilliant white fur had actually turned a light shade of orange from the sheer amount of food coloring pumping through her veins. I can only imagine what her bodily fluids would have been like.

What would mine have been like? Orange-tinged cum, pumping into Nat's mouth from under my big, heaving body? I was already getting a very good idea of what sort of damage my excessive eating would do to my body, but Nat still did her best to make sure it wasn't all junk. She wanted me around to keep fucking, after all. Her behavior was that of a parasite's, altering my body on a whim so as to best feed off my fruits. I was powerless to resist. My raging boner always spurred me onto larger and larger meals, and greater and greater weights.

But if I did let something like that happen. If I did eat enough junk to alter my juices to the very core. What would that be like? What would that feel like? To have my weary body succumb to even more garbage, my already frail masculinity dissolving into a wet lump of stomach and spunk.

"My, my," Nat said, eyeing my throbbing cock. "You're thinking some lewd thoughts, aren't you? I bet you're getting hard just from thinking about what I'll do to your fat, lazy body, huh?" She could read me like a book. My thoughts and desires were written all over my body, and considering how large it was, they were easy to read.

The sickly-sweet smell of fake pumpkin filled my nose as she pressed the bucket to my lips, gradually tipping it back to avoid drowning me. For all the care she took, it didn't help. The wide lip of the thing led to two thick rivulets of melting ice cream running down my front, soaking and staining my thick fur.

"What a shame," she murmured, watching as I struggled to keep up. "If only there was some way to funnelall this goodness right into your greedy gullet."

My heart skipped a beat. How? How could I have not seen this coming? A funnel would be the solution to all our problems. Fuck, I would've cum on the spot if I wasn't already so drained. She set the bucket down and skipped away, leaving me alone with the gallons of sugary goodness and a pounding heart.

"You naughty dog!" she barked once she returned, funnel and flexible tube in hand. I pulled my head free of the bucket, giving her a dopey cream-covered grin. "Now you've gone and made yourself all messy! Let me clean you up."

I hummed happily as she licked my muzzle clean, lapping at me with her wonderful little tongue. "All better," she said, smacking her lips on my whiskers. A wet sound came from below me as a fat drop of pre dripped down to the chair from my rubbed-red cock.

The feeding tube tasted bitter in my mouth as she slipped it between my lips thanks to the chemicals we used to sanitize it. It was funny how much she obsessed about being clean and tidy even while she dated a fat slob that would happily bathe in butter if given the chance. Luckily for me, that bitterness was soon washed away as the ice cream began to fill my maw. My cheeks bulged as I savored the taste, letting the miracle juice sit on my tongue before being sucked down my throat.

Nat stood on a stool in front of me, lifting her arms high to keep the flow of ice cream as strong as possible. I admired her form, stretching and straining to keep me fed and happy. Fat tits wiggling in front of my eyes, juicy pussy still filling the air with the familiar scent of her arousal. Her taste was still in my mind from earlier, salty yet sweet to my obsessed, addicted mind.

"There you go," she said encouragingly, looking down at me with pride. "Just eat up all this unwanted junk. You're a good little garbage disposal, huh? You just eat whatever I tell you like a good little pet." Ahh, the P-word. Reserved by her for special occasions. My eyes lit up with glee at it, heart pumping in my chest. "You're so well trained. Just gobbling up everything I feed you, without a care in the world about what it will do to your body. To think I considered you 'fat' when we first met! Compared to now, you were a petite little thing, a mere scrap of fur. I, no, we have completely ruined your body. Soiled it with sugary junk and dirty thoughts. And you, my little pet, just love every second of it, don't you?"

I panted desperately in response, frantically nodding my head. Fuck, yes, she was ruining my body. Just like I had always dreamed but never knew I had wanted. Someone to use me like the hungry wolf I was, fucking and feeding me in an endless cycle every day until I blacked out from exhaustion. I barely even remembered what it was like to work, to have to think, to do little more than laze around and obey her every command. What even was the point of life beyond sex? What was the point of leaving the house, to work, to have a 'life' as people called it?

Well, I guess it's to meet people like her. But that's a bit too much reality for now, isn't it? I didn't want that here. What I wanted at that very moment was to give myself over to her entirely, body and mind.

"First bucket down," she said with glee, tossing aside the dirty tub onto the counter. I gasped for air as she hopped off the stool and dashed to the fridge, grabbing the next. "Let's see how much we can get in you before something breaks- hey!"

I snorted with laughter, my face buried in the empty bucket I had retrieved, licking the last dregs of ice cream off the walls. Honestly, the only thing keeping the roiling contents of my stomach down at that moment was the constant influx of new food, adding more weight to crush the rest deeper into my body. Nat rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance as she returned to her rightful place, looming over me like a puppeteer.

The feeding continued. My innards groaned. Somewhere deep inside me, my body was yielding to her efforts. Stretching beyond capacity, loosing any ability to return to its original shape. Permanently locked in a swollen, bloated form. Not that I cared. It only meant more room for food later on. My capacity, my limits, expertly torn down and rebuilt through our sexual endeavours.

My dick, pressed beneath a growing mass of food and fat, struggled to keep erect. Something was bulging in my lower bowels, a tight mass of dinner I had eaten earlier pressing down on my prostate. I shuddered at the feeling, shaking my body and tickling the tender organ further.

Nat yelped as my load splattered against her legs, fired from beneath my belly like a hidden cannon. "Daww, I could've eaten that!" she pouted, shaking her head. "I need to keep my protein intake up, and your cum is my favorite treat. Be a good pet and make me some more, will ya?"

"I'm on it," I tried to say, only the words came out like the mating call of a drunken whale. My whole body began heaving back and forth as I humped at my seat, trying to stir any amount of life back into my cock and balls. I closed my eyes, picturing Nat riding me once again, begging me to feed her, to pump her full of my sugary seed.

There! A faint flicker, a burst of hope from my weary crotch. I focused on it with all my might, feeding it my lust, my feelings, my very life. Anything to brew one last final load for my hungry master.

My body heaved and churned, digesting meal after meal, absorbing the nutrients and pumping it back into my balls. All food that Nat had fed me, the chemicals and flavorings filtered out by my body, so that what I fed her was pure, natural cum. At least, that was what it was like at first. Who even knew what was in the spunk she was sucking out of me anymore. She, too, had gotten just a little chunkier in our time together, the effects of being in close proximity to a fatass taking their toll on her physique.

I could feel the unforgiving seat of the chair brush the underside of my sack, now swelling with a fresh load. It sat heavily between my meaty thighs, encased in a tunnel of my soft, throbbing warmth. A fresh batch brewed for my feeder, my master. I humped the chair, my arousal breathing new life into my sore muscles.

"I can smell it," she said, cruelly keeping the flow of ice cream strong and relentless. "Is that all for little ol' me? What a generous pet you are!" Her arms strained as she tipped the bucket even further forward, making me splutter from the pressure. Even a piggy like me could barely keep up!

Almost as quickly as it began, the second round of feeding was over. I wheezed for breath as she yanked the tube free from my mouth, my cream-coated throat struggling to take in air. "Now for my turn," she said, hopping lightly to the floor and licking her lips. I spread my legs as she knelt before me, her dainty snout nuzzling it's way under my beleagured gut. "A fresh feeding tube, all for me," she murmured, voice dampened by the layers of fat and food between our heads.

A whimper escaped my lips as she sucked my cock, nibbling, biting, and licking like a woman possessed. I was painfully tender down below after the evening's activities, but that wasn't about to stop her. She was there to milk every last drop of pleasure from me even if it meant rubbing and sucking me down to the bone.

My pounding heart skipped a beat as I came, my thick, creamy load hitting the back of her throat like a hammer. She took it like a champ, barely flinching as my body dumped the last load of the evening into her waiting belly. There was a lot of it, enough to surprise even myself. My loads had always been healthy, but this was a special treat. Was my diet really helping boost my output? Or was it just her own sexual magic taking hold of my genitals?

Whatever the cause, it felt glorius to finish inside her body, my cum trickling down her throat to be absorbed into her muscles and fat. "Good boy," she said, emerging from my cozy love-cave. "Now, are you gonna come back to bed with me? Or should I just leave you out here to digest like the cattle you are?"

The answer was clear. I was bloated beyond hope, far past the point of being able to stand on my own. Soon, it would pass, and I would return to a somewhat reasonable size, ready for another round of feeding. But for now, I had the joy of experiencing true hedonism, just laying there in a puddle of melted cream and dripping jizz.

"That's what I thought," she said with a smile, giving me a little kiss on the snout. "Rest well, my pet! You'll need it for tomorrow's feedings." She cackled with glee as she skipped down the hall, leaving me to succumb to a crushing food coma.

---

The food had settled by the time I woke up the next morning. The sizzling of bacon and eggs had dragged me out of my coma, and I was rewarded with a view as dazzling as the sunrise itself; Nat's ass peeking out of the bottom of one of my oversized shirts, swaying hypnotically as she prepared breakfast for us both. "Morning, Pumpkin," she said with a laugh. A happy wag of her tail fanned my legs as I smiled back.

"Breakfast already?" I asked. I stroked the swell of my gut and let out a pathetic whine. "But I've hardly finished digesting... who knows what this is going to do to me?"

"I know what it's going to do to you." She expertly slid the bacon and eggs onto a waiting platter and started another batch. "It's going to fatten you up like a prize pumpkin. This grease, these calories, are going to go straight to your fat little hips... and I'm going to take great pleasure in grabbing those later tonight~!"

"All you'll have to do is drag me over to the bed." I kicked my legs out and gave them an experimental stretch. "My body's having a hard time keeping up with all these extra pounds."

"I'll roll you if I have to." She left the bacon and eggs sizzling and picked up the completed platter. "Open wide, big boy." I obediently opened my mouth, and she tipped the platter in. Eggs and bacon slipped and slid into my maw atop a wave of grease and butter, yolks popping against my back teeth and clogging my throat with their creamy calories. I gurgled and closed my jaws, my lips just barely able to contain what I had been fed. Chewing was a monumental task that made my whole muzzle ache, but I powered through for my feeder's sake. I bobbed my head like a bird's as I tried to swallow and chew, swallow and chew.

Nat gave my belly an affectionate pat. "You're a good, good boy! My little dumpster. You like eating all this garbage, don't you?"

"Mmph-hmm!"

"That's a good answer." She lifted the skillet from the stovetop as the sharp scent of burn bacon started tickling my nose. "My, my. Looks like I burned this batch. All this ruined, greasy bacon... such a shame... I better throw it out, so no one decent eats it."

I shimmied in my chair, settling my fat ass in and rearing back my head. Faint flecks of burnt meat pitter pattered on my face as she raised the skillet over my and tipped it. For a brief moment I gagged, my body reflexively refusing the wrinkly refuse. Then my real instincts kicked in, the ones that allowed me to stomach anything and everything Nat offered me. My throat bulged like a frog's as I swallowed.

Nat gently pushed up my chin and met my eyes. "You're looking tired. Still waking up?"

"There's a lot of me to wake up," I said with a smile. "I think my stomach's still trying to hit the 'snooze' button." I patted the top of my distended abdomen for emphasis. "Things aren't going to well in here."

She pressed her ear up to where my paw was. Her eyes went wide as my body let out a long, fluttering squeak. "Damn. You're really struggling. Maybe I should be feeding you something a little lighter, hm? How about something nice and soft?" She sashayed over to the fridge and pulled out... another tub of melted ice cream. My cock thumped up against my underbelly at the sight of that cheery orange logo. "Something to help fill in the gaps and help everything else slide through you easier."

The tub made a threatening thud noise as she set it on the counter beside me. I hefted it with both paws (no small feat!) and began to lap at it while she returned to her once-again burning bacon. "Well, darn. More garbage! I'm such a klutz, aren't I?"

"The worst kind of klutz," I said between gulps. "The cute kind. I just can't get mad at you."

She pinched the bacon between her nails and dangled it in front of me. "Even when I ruin your body with stuff like this?"

His tail thumped excitedly against the back of his chair. "Especially when you ruin my body with stuff like that!"

"Atta boy, atta boy..."

---

I had lost track of time until Nat's phone started rattling on the countertop. She snatched it up and checked the screen, then cursed. "Sam called in sick. Little shithead. This is the third week in a row."

"Ugh." I swallowed the last of another tub of ice cream and tossed the container neatly in the trash. Deep down, I wondered what the logistics were of just eatingthe empty packaging? It sure tasted good enough, and my body was already clogged with other junk already. "When do you need to head out?"

"Ideally, now." She set her phone back down and extended a paw to him. "Want to come shower with me?"

"Definitely," I said with a smile. Still, this little setback had put a damper in my mood. Today was supposed to be an all-day eating paradise, with the two of us going from room to room and meal to meal, with plenty of jiggly, lopsided sex in between. I took her paw and hefted myself upright.

Her feet skittered on the tile floor as she struggled to help me. "Fuck me you're big!" she gasped once I was finally upright. "I mean, I knew that was the case, but it hits different when you're actually feeling it firsthand..." she gave my flank an affectionate pat. "You're incredible, you know that?"

My heart grew wings and practically leaped from my chest. "All thanks to you."

Her phone buzzed again, putting a pin in our little moment. She checked the text, but this time, a wide grin began to spread across her muzzle. "Well, well. How'd you like to come to work with me today?"

I blinked in surprise. "I'd love to, honestly. But... it can get a bit boring just waiting around. No offense, but I prefer spending time with you when you're not getting bossed around by customers." I cocked my head to the side, ears flopping with the motion. "Why do you ask?"

Grinning, Nat held her phone out to me. "Because Nip personally asked that you come over for some 'taste testing'. Seems she holds your opinion in high regard."

"Oh. Oh. Oh, wow." My stomach let out a little squeak of fear. "So instead of an all-day grazing session..."

"...It'll be an all-day force-feeding session. You know full well that Nip will feed you every damn thing in the back room, right?"

"I'm counting on it," I said breathlessly. I kicked my chair out of the way and started hurrying towards the door. "Adventure awaits!"

"Easy, easy!" she said, catching me by the arm. "Let's hose you off, then we can see about rolling you down the road to the restaurant. Deal?"

"... I mean, you have those pressurized hoses at work for washing dishes..."

Nat rolled her eyes. "I'm not letting you stoop to that level just yet. Although you are quite the dish."

"Mmm," I hummed, already happily daydreaming of the meals that were to come as she led me to our bathroom.