It was mid day, as Collin (fat rat) and his good friend Tim (fat fox) were on the road, driving to a designated location chosen by the fox's ratty friend. It had been many a time Collin told Tim of the wonderful gift he had in store for the both of them, and being the frisky fox that he was (despite his great weight) his chest couldn't stop beating with excitement.
"Are we there yet, please tell me we're almost there," Tim wobbled as he bounced in his seat.
The fat fox gave a wide smile as Collin rubbed a paw on his head. "We're almost there, just keep driving."
Judging by the direction they were going, Tim had a hint he knew where the fat rat was leading him. Still though, he suppressed the excitement, wanting it to be that much fuller once they reached their destination. His tail wagged furtively, left leg kicked in anxiety, and stomach grumbled. Licking his lips, it seems that every part of him was anxious at this point, his whole being awaiting what would no doubt be a wonderful day.
"Well, here we are," spoke the rat.
Just as he thought, they have arrived at the one place Tim was oh so eager to enter. Though he had never been here, it was easily his favorite restaurant. Cars packed the parking lots, and it seemed to take forever to find a spot until some beast conveniently pulled out and drove off, leaving an open space in front of the restaurant. As Tim parked, he couldn't get over the feeling of gratitude and infatuation which filled his being. Fat fur's walked in and out of the large doorways, as exited as he was to enter and as content as he wished to be upon leaving. The exiting beasts themselves looked twice as big as the ones going in. Fat and carrying enormous wobbling stomachs which the fox just wanted to hug, blushing at the thought of it. Turning to his ratty friend who was happy to see him so excited, he squeezed him tightly, glomping him against the car door.
"Thank you Collin, thank you so much! I always wanted to come here, thank you!"
The rat chuckled, patting and hugging his foxie friend back. "Hehe, it's the least I can do for you. Also, I think you'd like what I also have in store for us. You see those?" He pointed to some trucks across the parting lot, which loaded not crates or packages or the like, but furs so colossal that it required an entire space of a truck bed to even hold them, while some of the restaurant staff took their keys and drove their cars back to their homes. "We, aren't going to be driving home today ourselves, we'll be using the express travel."
At the sound of this, Tim once again engulfed the fatty ratty, this time with a redder blush, tighter, and with a wagging tail. Eager and excited beyond belief, the two exited the truck; Collin almost as exited as Tim, happy to be here once again. As the two walked through the doors following a couple of fat raccoons and skunks in front of them, they were quickly given seats, as the restaurant was known for: good food, good service, and plenty of room available. Naturally, one would either come to the restaurant to partake of the buffet, or choose an order from the menu's, but thanks to the express travel meal, Tim and Collin would be enjoying from both selections. So after choosing plenty of their favorite foods, the rat and the fox waddled over to the buffet, gathering as much plates as their paws could hold and stacking them to the brim with food; even making a few return trips. Pretty soon their table (which was specifically larger than the others in the restaurant for this occasion) was pilled with food from each side, with not a peep of the table top in sight. Eagerly sitting down, the two issued a friendly challenge with each other of who could get the largest by the end of the meal. With a competitive grin, Tim accepted the challenge and patted his growling belly.
"No rat could out do a fox's stomach."
Collin shook his belly, "I'd like to prove that statement wrong."
And so without a moments notice, their gorging began. Collin began with the many burgers he pilled on. Five plates with at least fifty burgers a piece were all chomped on like bite sized muffins. The avocado and double patty burgers were his particular favorites in this meal. Grabbing two in each paw, he wolfed them down whole one at a time. Not much for tasting his food, he left that to his stomach; the satisfying feeling of fullness being all the rat needed to have a good time.
Tim worked on many pizzas, particularly his favorite. A large meat lovers pizza, which he folded in half like a sandwich and chomped down on. The cheesy and meaty goodness excited his taste buds, and the sauce was the single most delicious thing his mouth had ever had the pleasure of tasting. As slab upon slab of pizza entered him, he could barely hear his stomach's growl of happiness as his voracious eating drowned it out. Occasionally quaffing a jug of soda, he also added in some cheese sticks to his meal. Dipping them in marinara sauce, he held one in each digit, and effortlessly popped all four in his mouth like popcorn, along with what remained of the pizza in his other paw.
Barely ten minutes into the meal and the two have finished the dishes they've been going back and fourth to carry; besides the dishes their waiters carried over. Quickly finishing a hundred burgers, Collin still have one fifty to go, while Tim carried on with his twenty five large plump meat lovers. Both giggled and chuckled fervently as their stomachs rapidly grew. As fat as they were already, there still was plenty more room to grow. Collin's belly wobbled around as the rat moved himself into a more comfortable position, while Tim used his as a table to hold a large bowl of ice cream and cake. In intervals, he would gulp down as much pizza as he could, and stuff as much ice cream cake as he could into his face. The mixture of cold and hot foods caused his stomach to churn pleasantly, which proved quite the comfortable inner body massage.
As a couple more waiters brought fourth more food for the rat and fox to gorge on, one of them whispered into the rat's ear about the preparations of their departure being taken care of. Nodding, Collin wasted no time in continuing with his gorge. About ten more minutes past until he finished with his remaining burgers, and groaning slightly, he couldn't help but melt into the cushions of his seat and rest a paw on his massively over gorged gut. Though glutting as he did was an everlasting joy, he naturally would've ended here, but looking back at the fox's grin, he knew he couldn't.
"Not finished already are you," said Tim with a snide expression.
Collin grinned back, "This stomach," he patted it, sloshing and wobbling about, even after resting his paws atop of it, "please, it'd take more then that to fill it up."
"Then put your stomach where your mouth is."
Pushing a few plates over to the rat, Collin gave a wry smile. The buckets of hot wings, chicken, and French fries they collected certainly looked appetizing. So much he picked them up and rested them on his belly. Continuing his glut and showing no weakness in doing so.
Tim had finished up all of his pizza, cheese sticks, bowls of ice cake, and still merrily ate to his stomachs content. His was larger than Collin's even, and at the sign of his fatty ratty friend resting, he could already tell he had this competition locked up. Moving onto other pastas, the fox made quick work of lasagna, spaghetti, and even some shrimp scampi; all in plentiful amounts. As his stomach grew, it began groaning in protestation. Giving it a hearty smack to shut it up, it then jiggled about, sloshing it's contents around a blubbery cavern with bliss.
As time began to pass, waiters continuously brought more food as they desired, along with Collin volunteering to make a few trips to the buffet for the both of them. Though his enormously fat belly cause waddling to slightly become teetering, the restaurant knew its type of clientele, and had long installed rails for fat furs to keep their balance. It was quite convenient, until the fat rat had to walk back with a few plates in his arms. It seemed like walking on a tight rope, only it was coupled with squelches and burbles along the way, and by the time he got back and put the plates down on the table, Tim grabbed at his plates in a flash and wasted no time in shoveling all he could down his plump face.
Shaking his head with a smile, the rat couldn't get over the gluttonous zeal of his fox friend. "Don't you ever let up," he chuckled. The fat fox merely squeezing at his bulk and wobbled it around with mirth, while stuffing a couple of meatballs into his mouth. Like an impending storm, the fox's belly now began trailing on top of the table. The distance between the fur and the table was great to begin with (for fat fur's standards), his insatiable joy of eating in this fine restaurant got the better of him. A constant smile formed over his face as he ate more, and his plump cheeks burned a rose red as he blushed with happiness. It was nice seeing his friend so happy, and so fat for that matter. So much it inspired his own gluttonous endeavors, as his stomach called for more overfeeding.
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After a mere hour of eating, the amount of food the rat and fox ate far exceeded the amount of any previous patron the restaurant served. Though Tim did a large amount of the eating, Collin's pursuit to keep the bet (along with his own joy of overeating) aided him to follow in suite, despite the many protestations his stomach gave once he became full and over gorged many times over. Their gluttony propelled them to the point of upgrading to a larger table, which their's was already large enough as it were, and thankfully at no extra charge. It was like a table meant for a royal feast, which might as well of been one with these two gluttonous kings dinning together.
The gluttonous symphony of both their bellies rang out through a chorus of groans, bubbling, and sloshing, as the two triumphantly rested their paws atop of their large stomachs which seemed to of tried overtaking them. Three times the girth as they were originally, the two irresistibly rubbed as much of their bellies as their paws allowed them. With such an abundance of soft fur and fat, they sighed in relief.
Soon, about ten waiters came by the table, bringing with them two very large trolleys to carry the two out to their trucks. So extremely bloated, both lazily plopped onto the trolleys, releasing a cacophony of thunderous sloshes, particularly Tim, who had drank plenty of soft drinks and indulged in ice cream which had long gone melted. Like a vat of bubbling lard, the fox's body jiggled about to no end, his fat spilling over even the edges of his trolley. Struggling to push the two, the waiters had to call for more helping hands. Even the exit to the back, which was as wide as the building was tall, proved rather problematic for the fox, as his over gorged body grew significantly more wider than the doorway itself. Giggling at the trouble he posed, the thought of how fat he had become caused him to blush further.
As the fat fox and fat rat entered the large truck bed, the two erupted in an uproar of churning as they rolled off the trolleys. Resting their backs against the sides of the trucks, they were finally able to view each other's faces. Both were happy, and both their titanic bellies wobbled as they laughed. Shutting his eyes and resting his paws atop of his belly, he squeezed and rubbed at the wealth he had amassed. Tim did likewise with his own bulk, his tail trying to wag under him.
"This was a great day, thank you Collin," spoke the fox.
"Don't mention it," the rat sighed, falling asleep at having eaten too much.
"Oh how I love being a fat fur. Eating as much as you want, then having such a big belly to rest your paws on. It's what being a fat fur is all about."
"Sure is," Collin's belly sloshed as he smacked it, "Wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world."
"Me neither," Tim giggled. Struggling to move, the fox managed to kick himself forward, then toppled over and landed smack dab into the rat's fat fluffy belly. His face squeezing into the plush fat, the rat allowed him to hug and squeeze at all he could reach. Releasing a content sigh, Tim blushed. Everything so soft and huggable, just how he loved it, until he soon dozed off, and used his friend's stomach as a pillow. As they slept inside the truck bed, the fox knew he'd never forget this day, and hopefully, he'd get to relive it again and again.
