Rocket's Gluttony - Story Commission
What you can truly call "living high off the hog" is what I have been doing for the past few months. I wasn't always like this till that day. Now I'm just stuffing my face like almost 24/7. Whether it was doing fast food crawls or hitting a buffet until the place closes down, I forever wanted to gorge on food whenever and however it came.
Though I'm not the fattest guy out there with only being nine hundred pounds and get this only 4'1". On top of all this I use to be a savior of the Galaxy as a Guardian. But yet this just kept calling to me and I couldn't resist and now I don't ever want to stop. But enough about me right now. Let me take u back a few months on how I got like this
Leaving the command headquarters the little raccoon heads to a local bar for his lunch break. It just around the corner, he knew there was always good eats there and even better beer. It kept him satisfied every time he went. On this occasion he runs into a stranger as he gets knocked down.
"HEY! You bastard! Watch where you're going you dumbass!"
Continuing to the bar he grumbles and yells at people passing by him till he reaches his destination.
"Well hello there Rocket, good to see you again. Back to reload there?" said the bartender with a chuckle while coming from around the corner.
"Sure am. Now give me the hard stuff and don't try and trick me this time. Make it fast," exclaims the angry critter. The bartender laughs and quickly pours him a dark rich beer from one of his many taps. Sliding it down to Rocket as he catches it and starts to drink.
"Rough day already? You seem to have a lot of those buds."
Rocket hearing the sharp words as he stops drinking almost choking on what was in his mouth, "Wha... Are you saying it's MY fault!?" Throwing the glass on the ground as it shatters. "Guess that's your fault then you little prick." Hoping off his stool he head out the door and goes home. "The nerve of that fucker, I come into his place and he starts to rail on me."
Making his way home his stomach grumbles as he looks up and sees what seems to be a buffet place. "Guess I need to eat something. Never got anything from the bar cause of that dick." Going inside he sees all these ladies walking back and forth from the buffet area that is placed directly in the center. As they leave carrying huge portions of food they end up walking through different walls disappearing. Other ladies come out with the large platters cleaned off as they toss them into a large bin on the corners of the room.
"What the.... What's going on in here?"
Soon Rocket is met by one of the ladies as he stares up and a big grin goes across his face, "Well, hello there! Guess you're here to take care of me. Whatever this place is."
She just smiles and starts to walk motioning with her hand for him to follow.
As she disappears behind the wall Rocket just follows behind not really worried. Going beyond the wall there is a chair and nothing else in the room. The lady turns around and motions her hands around the chair.
"That's for me? What is this place lady?"
Again she stays quite as she walks away through the same wall. Rocket chases after her but instead of going through it he just smacks his face on it.
"Hey! Let me out! Let me out now!" Grabbing for his gun it starts to disappear from his belt.
The wall begins to ripple as a foot and hand come from the other side. As the rest of the body comes through it's not a lady but a man. Wearing only a jockstrap and holding one of those huge platters with it being fully loaded with food.
"The name is Ron and I know your name Rocket Raccoon."
Rocket not sure who to take that since it's true that everyone in the galaxy should know who he is. Ever since that day he and the others defeated Ronan. "So you want me to grab some plates full of food. You came to the right place then."
Rocket now sitting in the chair with it already looking tight even for his small frame. It was almost like the whoever sat in it the chair would change to make it tighter on the user.
"Was this someone's sick joke or plan to capture me?"
Ron just chuckles and grabs a thick steak, "Nope. This is just a regular business that you happened upon bud."
Shoving the steak in his mouth Rocket is overcome by the taste and aroma of the meat as he gulps it down letting out a heavy groan. Time goes by with the first platter cleaned off and Rocket mid-section now sporting a small bloated gut.
Ron chuckled as he headed to the buffet and bringing back more platters of food. Rocket sat there and began to gorge more and more on the plates. The platters kept coming up empty as he continued to feed the raccoon.
Over 10 plates later, Rocket looked overstuffed and ready to blow. His belly looking like a beach ball as he rubbed it slowly and moaning softly.
"OOOOhhhh.... So.... Full...Ooof! I don't think I can take much more into this belly here Ron," he said while rubbing his overly bloated belly, "I think I might pop something here if anymore get added to this gut of mine."
"Oh I'm sure you can stuff much more in there you fat ass piggy," I said under my breath.
"What's that?"
"Nothing my friend. I will say though that you won't be going anywhere. I think you might like that though since you pack away a lot of our food today," He said while rubbing the raccoon's belly.
"Don't worry about it man. It actually felt good to have you rub it instead of me here," Rocket said as he smiled, "And I'll definitely be here to join you for the food. You think I can get some more food? I feel like I can take it"
"More than you can handle I bet," Ron said as he smiled back at the bloated fur. He grunted as he wiggled out of the booth, his belly fully distended outward with his outfit looking ready to split apart from the seams. "I'll see you soon with another platter then," Ron said as he walked through the wall to grab more food.
Hours later...
Rocket has been eating and growing fatter and wider with his clothes now breaks apart around him. His little body being taken over by his now massive frame. That belly of his now spilling between his swollen thighs spreading them apart. It has a heavy firm top and a wide soft belly apron. His ass ballooned out to global portions as he lifts him some pushing him forward.
"So... good.... More food..."
With his new girth and size he's started to blow out heavy winds of gas from his rear and sweating up a storm over his body from all his heat. His musk and scent filling the room thickly.
Ron walks back inside with an empty platter.
"Seems as if we need to bring our warehouse supply to you."
With that a button appears as he pushes on it. Nothing but darkness feels the room for a few moments till the lights turn on again. Seeing that the room has disappeared with them being in a much larger area. Inside the place Rocket gets a little anxious on if this is the warehouse. He can feel something stirring inside him like he yearn to eat more food but also for something else more needing.
"Well then, are you ready to go?" Ron asked anxiously.
"Hell yes! I'm so hungry"
As Ron walked away he reappears moments later with a big ice cream dispenser.
"Care to have some ice cream? We have to clean it out anyway..."
"YES! YES! YES!"
"That wasn't a choice you know...but I'm glad you chose yes anyways," He said as he climb on top of the inflated guy while pushing the hose into his mouth.
Once the hose was placed into Rockets mouth along with some secure clamps to keep it for being removed, Ron worked on his arms and legs as he tied them down with some of the nylon apron strings. It wasn't hard to tie him down...it was almost like he wanted this.
"Comfy now piggy?" said Ron as he laughed at the sight of this big guy tied down like a fat county hog for the slaughter.
Rocket grunted as the flow of ice cream started into his mouth. "Oh I forgot we have some pudding left as well," Ron said as he grabbed the big container of chocolate pudding and poured it into the top part of the dispenser, "That should thicken up the mixture there some."
I watched on while rubbing his swelling ball belly. Rocket looked very content on chugging all that mixture down and grunted whenever he felt his belly stretching and growing tighter.
"Well you definitely are the greedy fat piggy there, eh?" said Ron with a chuckle as he watched the dispenser go dry and the hose start to empty out the remaining mixture into the gorging coon mouth. As soon as Ron pulled the hose out of his mouth, Rocket let off a huge burp that would shatter the glass windows in the building.
"That was only the first course," he said as he put a cloth filled with chloroform over his mouth and nose. Rocket grunted and moaned slightly as he drifted off to sleep, all he could hear was Ron calling out to the back for some help.
Waking up in a daze to find himself strapped to a reinforced chair with both his arms and legs tied down and his belly sticking out twice as big as it was when he came to the warehouse and was forced fed.
"Where am I?" he asked nervously.
"You're in the warehouse my fat greedy porker," I said over the loudspeaker, "This is where I will fatten and grow many porkers like you. You will be the first of my fat farm warehouse!"
"AWESOME! Bring it on!"
A huge fart rips out of his ass creating a visible cloud as another soon follows. Belches and burps push out of his mouth with his body covered in so much sweat and musk as he pants getting very excited and even a little horny feeling all of his titanic weight.
"You are a GREEDY FAT HOG and you deserve to be fattening up as such! The fatter you get the more of slob you're becoming and you LOVE IT!" shouted Ron.
Suddenly the sounds of machinery started up around Rocket as he looked out in the room to find a conveyor belt rolling down fattening cakes and pastries down the line towards his chair and his mouth.
"I also have a special injected with some needles that are on the back of that chair automatically. Whenever the chair sense that you are not getting fatter, it will inject you with some appetite enhancers to make sure you eat," saying that as the first needle began to stick into his skin.
Rocket grunted loudly as it pushed the liquid into his body. He suddenly felt like a hungry greedy porker even more so than just a few moments ago and yet unlike he never felt when he ate and started to dive into the cakes and pastries one after another quickly head first every time.
Hours passed by as Rocket ate more and more food, his belly tripled and quadrupled in size as it became more soft and slobby like with every bite of food. Once the conveyor belt ran out of food, Ron personally came out there and funnel fed him half to full gallons of milkshakes and heavy creams one after another. Rocket would belch and rip out more and more fart with them overpowering to even Ron as he would almost pass out each time he got a whiff of them.
"Yeah you fat fuck...you are enjoying this now finally!" Ron exclaimed. Rocket responds as he grunted and oinked like the true hog he was. His belly distended beyond belief, as it grew bigger and blobbier. The chair had a small-scale indicator that told me how much he was weighing. Surprising enough with the hours of overstuffing him, it was already afternoon. He was truly porked out and overstuffed for over 10 hours straight with his weight at a massive 880+ pounds. No idea how such a small body could manager to sustain this size and yet it does.
"After that initial day I have been gorging non-stop with the man of my dreams Ron who has added a few more to his collection. I love my new self and wouldn't trade it for anything else. I belch fart, sweat, eat, and have a lot of sex with Ron. He really knows how to make my folds quiver."
With that Ron steps in with him now looking like he has packed on a few hundred pounds of fat as he pants and strokes his fat dick.
"Its that time you fat porker fuck."
Climbing onto his massive form he shoves his cock inside Rocket mouth and begins to fuck his chubby bloated face.