Young and in her mid teens (in fox years), Whisper had traveled around for sometime looking for a place to call home. Searching far and wide, she settled in a city surrounding a passing stream, who's lack of danger from hunters and vacant alleyways proved rather pleasing. Though, rather than make residence in an alley, she settled with a burrow under a tree, in the center of a cemetery within the heart of the town. Spending virtually the entire day digging it out (thankfully without a human's notice) her energy deprived state called for immediate sustenance; which was the one thing the entire day she looked forward to.
Scouring around the town at night, she found plenty a rat to feast on, as well as scraps of delicious human food in garbage cans. More than content with her meal by fox standards, she reveled in the over consumption of food, contrary to her thin vulpine frame. Under the excuse of her being a, "growing fox", Whisper could never find enough food to satiate her gluttonous appetites. Not until today, in this city of glutting galore, filled with plump rats and leftover meals from humans, who regularly ate as much as she'd wish to herself.
Slightly plump herself from consuming enough rats to feed a family of foxes, chasing after them was no longer an appealing thought. Rummaging through trash cans also proved invaluable, as most of the food within them were eaten by rats, or in small pesky amounts. But something was better than nothing after all.
Walking through the vacant city with nary a vehicle or person in sight, Whisper searched for further more bountiful opportunities of overeating. Fortune favored her, as a rich smelling scent drifted past her nose, catching her attention. It wasn't cooked or grilled in any way, but fresh and with the taste of blood swathing her tongue. Tantalized by it's aroma, she followed in suite. Turning a few alleyways and walking down the block, the source came through a cracked open window high up the alley wall. At her coming, a few rats whose noses were sniffing the fresh smell, scattered out the alley. Looking up to the window, she sighed in relief after taking a big whiff.
"Hope there's plenty of whatever smells so good in their." To her estimate there must've been, being a large building after all. Excited at the thought, she moved a trashcan into position, hoped on top, and gave a mighty leap for the window. Able to get half her body through, she pulled the rest of herself inside, landing adroit precision and grace as a cat. And then finally, she saw it. Rows upon rows of meat sitting within yellow trays covered in plastic wraps. A veritable library of red tender flesh, all for her private enjoyment. The thought of it all caused her mouth to water and her eyes continued bulging out of their sockets in amazement.
"This is it, this is what I've been waiting for all my life." Her plump frame concurred as it gave a slight growl. Giving it a dainty pat, she licked the drool from her lips. "Everything I've worked for has led up to this moment, now don't fail me stomach." Her middle gurgled in response.
Excited, she dove into her latest feast. Starting with the packaged chicken legs, she tore the meat from the bone with ease, even chewing some of the bones for the succulent marrow within them. The endless river of meat seeping down her gullet and into her belly encouraged her to gorge on, hopefully to the very last strand of meat on a yellow tray.
Finishing all of the chicken legs in one isle, she ceased her glutting to analyze her bloated up figure. Her slightly vulpine slimness all but gone, she lifted an dropped her newly bloated belly which sloshed in delight. Wearing a large blithe smile, the feeling of having a much larger belly than when she started out excited her, as well as encouraged her to glut further. Anxious to view the limits of it's capacity, she continued with the hamburger patties, then the shredded beef, then the ribs. Each slab of meat bloated her up further and further. So much her belly began pressing against the refrigeration stands as she reached for some more food hiding in the back.
An hour passed as she continued eating, with half the room's contents within her enormously bloated belly. Fattened up to much of her delight, Whisper lounged with many packets of franks in front of her. With a paw to her belly and the other dumping package after package down her throat, she gave a content sigh.
"This is so great. Through all my travels, never have I found a place so abundant with food as this city. Mmm, I know I'm going to like it here."
Wolfing down the remainder of hotdogs, she gave her large belly a series of slaps, which squelched and sloshed it furiously about. Kneading her soft white furry belly like dough, she reveled in the thought of it getting bigger. So she continued her gluttonous treatment; continuing with the steaks, sausage links, and boneless chicken. After each large slab of meat which would land in her overburdened gut, she'd give it a hefty smack. As she ate on, what was once loud sloshing and glorping, soon turned to hallow burbles and bubbling, as all the meat packaged itself tighter and tighter in the confines of her stomach. This continued for two more hours, until she had disposed of everything within the room, and the front of the store. Devouring all in site, the vixen had never been happier or more pleased with herself. Once dipping the last chunk of chicken down her maw, and guzzling the last bottle of apple cider, she unlocked the front door, and waddled back home.
Having gorged on so much, it was beyond difficult for Whisper to get over the wall she once easily traversed. With much time and planning however, she was able to pull herself over with a mountain of trash cans assembled from a short radius. Given many of them bent due to her great weight, there was just enough for her to get her head over, and with that a hind leg, followed by the rest of her hulking frame, landing with an explosive squelch followed by a chorus gurgles from her protesting stomach.
Sleepy and pulling herself to her burrow, her widened frame made the entrance larger. Giggling at this, she rolled over onto her back, belly sloshing and pressing down on her as her widened waist spread her hind legs to make room for her stomach. Rubbing the warm abundant expanse of her soft and enormous furry belly nearly slopping down to her muzzle, she blew a content sigh.
"What a *hic* night." The disturbance of the hiccup caused her stomach to slightly burble about. "I've never in my dreams did I think I could become so big *hic*, but I guess it's possible. I *hic* know I'm going to love living. Only thing bad would be if I had a mate, I don't think he'd be able to gather enough food to care for me, hehehe *hic*."
Full and content, Whisper continued patting around her belly like a drum; reveling in it's immense size for as long as she would have it. Gluttonous in her young age, having finally accomplished what seemed like an impossible goal for a fox, she intended to make the most of what she had. With no humans around for the remainder of the morning, the opening of her burrow echoed with sloshes and hiccups in peace. Unlike any fox before her, she was both fat and happy.
