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Meal 2


With chef hat on head and the kitchen tables lined with food, pots, pans, and kitchen utensils Kill the Rat was ready to learn from the master, Obamon.  She washed and dried her hands at the sink and then turned to Kill.

"So, what are we going to make first?" asked Kill.

"Well according to my intelligence on Snow," explained Obamon.  "He loves pizza so that should be a good place to start.  Just watch me and we'll get to work right away."

Kill started making the dough while Obamon made the sauce.   Albeit a few alterations the recipe was the same for any other uniform pizza.  The only thing that made this task more difficult than usual was the proportions of the food they were making.  The dough he was kneading and rolling was enough for a dozen pizzas and according to Obamon they were going to use it all for one.  On more than one occasion, his arms got stuck in the dough and he needed Obamon to help him get free.

Once the dough was flattened to a perfect circle and the sauce was saucy enough Obamon poured the sauce on while Kill rolled the edges to keep the sauce from spilling over.  Once they finished that, Obamon went into her refrigerator to grab a sack of cheese and offered Kill a taste of it.

"This stuff is pretty tasty," he told her.  "But I don't recognize the type."

"It's my own special recipe that I made myself," she told him and while her words were as sweet and kind as ever he couldn't help but question if her words were implying anything.  He chose to remain in the dark as he watched her sprinkle the cheese onto the pizza.

Next came the toppings and they added a mix of mushrooms, pepperoni, sausage, and a few other ingredients evenly over the pizza.  Finally, Obamon walked into her pantry and shut the door.  Kill walked over to follow her, but the door was locked.

"Just a moment dearie," she said as she rummaged about.  "I need to get a special ingredient before we bake the pizza.  Please go and set the oven."

"Alright," he replied as he returned to the stove and turned it on.

He was curious as to what she had to get so mysteriously and figured it had to be her secret stash of magic.  Of course that was what she came out with.  Holding it carefully in her palm she sprinkled a smidgen on the pizza.  It made the pizza sparkle for a bit before it faded and the pizza appeared like it had been moments ago.  Kill stared at the pizza intently, curious as to what the powder had done to the pizza.

"This powder has special properties," explained Obamon.  "For instance, it reduces the feeling of fullness in the eater to help them eat more than they normally would."

"Well, then I guess you must put that stuff in a lot of your food then," commented Kill.

"To help my guests along, of course," she answered him with a smile.

Obamon then took the pizza and brought it to the oven, telling him to wait until it was complete.  The fifteen minutes seem to take forever for Kill who was eager to see how his first attempt turned out.  This feeling peaked when he watched Obamon take it back out of the oven; the aroma quickly filled the air and confirmed the success of this first pizza.

"I'll get Snow so he can have a taste," stated Kill.  "And by taste I mean consume the whole thing."

Not wanting his pizza to wait any longer than it already had he went to wake Snow up.  Obamon smiled and snagged him by the back of his shirt and stopped him in his tracks.

"Not so fast," chuckled Obamon.  "We can't let little Snowflake have a taste until we're sure it's perfect."

Kill looked down at the pizza and thought it was perfect, but he could see that he couldn't be sure without tasting it.  Grabbing the pizza cutter, Kill cut a slice for himself.  On the first bite the flavors exploded in his mouth and he was in heaven.  It had the perfect cheese to sauce ratio and just enough toppings to be on each bite, but not overpower the pizza itself.  That first slice was finished in no time at all and he had barely licked any lingering grease and sauce from his fingers when Obamon had already prepared another slice for him.

"What's this?" he asked.

"I have a no waste policy in my house," explained Obamon.  "If you have a meal you have to eat it till it is all gone."

"Want to help me?" asked Kill subconsciously rubbing his belly that had been pushing against his shirt since he finished his last meal.  While the added padding may not have seemed like much, he would have taken notice if he actually felt like he ate something.  He was already showing the early stages of love handles.  It took a lot of restraint on Obamon's part to keep from rubbing it.

"Oh, dearie," she replied.  "Pizza does not agree with my tummy."

Seeing no other choice, Kill began eating his second slice of pizza and the rest after that.  Just like Obamon had told him it didn't make him feel hungry in the least.  What she neglected to tell him was that the powder increased the calories of the food.  As a result, his stomach pushed out a bit further once the pizza was done.

Once again the lack of fullness kept him in the dark and while he slowly gained.  The gains were individually small as they added up to give him a nice round figure similar to Snow's before he met Obamon.  His gut hung out of his shirt and drooped to his pants; a pair of love handles grew from his sides, with a second pair in development.  His shirt was stretching a bit more to keep his fattening body contained, helping reveal Kill's current progress; including a pair of moobs in development as well as some back forming around his shoulders and just above his rear.

Of course, that first pizza was only the beginning as Obamon insisted they had to make more pizza for Snow.  They went through the same process as before and when the pizza was finished, Obamon told Kill he had to do another test, forcing him to devour one pizza after another.  Distracted by the work of making more pizza, Kill's ever expanding gut went completely unnoticed even as it stuck out below his shirt and was spreading to his rear and thighs.

Kill's hands continued to subconsciously rub his belly seeming to bring on the fat as his shirt started to tear at the seams the more he grew.  His chest continued to expand and held more of a round shape.  His back fat was spreading all around his back at this point, thickening to push his shirt up from behind as well.  His love handles had increased to three and they were all growing larger with the rest of him.  His rear was showing the early signs of plumber's crack as it was visible even at all times.  His thighs continued to grow closer together, threatening to rub together, but fell just a bit short after the last pizza.  Kill's face was showing signs of roundness as a bit of fat hung down from his chin with his cheeks appearing puffy.  Obamon licked her lips at the mere sight of him, but only gave him a kiss on the cheek to congratulate him on his progress that he naturally inferred was for his pizza making skills.

Now that Obamon was finally satisfied with his progress and together they made dozens of pizzas for Snow.  Once they were complete, Obamon went to get Snow while Kill took a much needed break.

"Wake up dearie," cooed Obamon gently stirring Snow from his sleep.

"Good morning Obamama," he replied as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Silly," she giggled. "You've only been asleep for a few hours.  The day's still young.  Now come on, we've got a surprise for you."

"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Snow as he rolled out of bed and crashed onto the floor.  He tried his best to get to his feet, but he couldn't seem to support his weight anymore.  This should hardly have been a surprise as his shirt barely covered half his body at this point as it was torn up from the bottom to around his armpits.  His bulging belly formed a muffin shape with the rest of his body thanks to his pants made of stronger material to keep him mobile.  A lot of good it did now that he couldn't keep himself up anymore.  Even so, his pants were skin tight now and were due to burst with a bit more fat added to his lower half or any sudden moves.  Snow's arms were just as this as his legs, hiding all muscle mass and detail.  Even the digits at the end were soft with pudge.  He already had a meaty chest before he arrived, but he was easily up to B-cups now and tempting for anyone to give his knockers a squeeze.  Any indication of Snow having a neck before was buried under a second chin that made its way just above his moobs.  His face filled with more far, giving him a tubby toddler face that would make any mother want to pinch his cheeks.  Obamon would have loved nothing more than to do that and kiss him all over, but she acted like he hadn't gained an ounce and made her way out of the room.

It was at this point he caught a whiff of the pizza and knew he had to get to it by any means necessary.  With great haste he crawled his way to the door only to bump into the back of Obamon's legs.

"What's the matter, dearie?" she asked as she turned and looked down at him.

"I can't get up," he whimpered.

"That's alright little one," she said as she picked him up and nuzzled him lovingly.  "I'll be your legs from now on.  Would you like that?"  Snow nodded happily, not seeming to care at the fact he was quickly becoming entirely dependent on her.

Obamon carried him into the kitchen where all the pizzas were and just like before let him sit on her lap while she fed him slice after slice, rubbing his belly periodically between every other slice.  Kill watched Snow enjoy eating each bite of the pizzas that never seemed to end along with his never ending appetite.  In fact, if Obamon's methods were any indication he was getting hungrier as his slices grew larger and larger until before long she was feeding him half a pizza at a time.  She rolled it up into a log and pushed it into his awaiting maw.  Snow resembled a pencil sharpener as the log of dough disappeared into his gullet.  She rubbed at his belly which grew as fast as the pizza dough did.  She occasional groped his gut as he ate, squeezing and prodding him teasingly, doing so in a playful manner as she was actually urging his tightening clothes to tear until his clothes nothing more than rags.

Kill had been amused at the sight before him for a while, but once Snow was just about down to wearing only his fur he felt he had to speak up before this progressed any further.  Unfortunately, he was cut off quickly by Obamon.

"Kill dearie," she said to him.  "There's a sub in the fridge.  I'm sure you're not in the mood for anymore pizza, but I insist you have don't go hungry."

"Uh, sure," he replied.  "Thanks."

He got up and walked to the fridge.  Kill didn't understand why he was getting the sub when he had plenty to eat already.  He also had growing suspicions of Obamon, noticing her actions were a lot more out in the open now.  Snow was too far gone to fight back, but he didn't know why he was acting so calm and obedient.

Inside the fridge he noted it was as spacious as it was large, but other than proportion it didn't seem very special.  The brown paper bag with the sub was right out in front for him to grab.  With it in hand he returned to his seat and pulled it from the bag.

He had to admit that it was a lot larger than he had thought when he was just looking at the bag.  It was so large there was barely any room for Kill to reach in and pull it out.  Carefully examining the infrastructure of the sub he found it was filled with a variety of slice meals like ham, sausage, pepperoni, and roast beef.  There were several types of cheeses on either side of the mix meats and lettuce and onions between them.  The layer between the breads and the greens was a variety of sauces, enough to be on every bite, but not so to make the bread turn soggy.  The bread was a whole fresh loaf of plump, French bread with a multitude of cheeses on top.  A single toothpick with an olive on top was there to keep the sandwich in one piece.

At first, Kill thought he had figured out the real surprise that the sandwich was so big, but he found his expectations were too narrow.  As he went to completely remove the sandwich from the bag he discovered that as he pulled it out he only found more sandwich when he should have reached the end.  Kill turned to Obamon accusingly, but she only gave him a wave and a smile before returning to feeding her baby.

Seeing no reason to complain, Kill started at the sandwich, taking a few experimental bites before finding it as amazingly flavorful as the pizza from earlier.  He practically lost all control as he stuffed the as much food in his mouth as possible to savor it before chewing and swallowing.  Before long he lost track of how many feet of sandwich he had consumed; it he had taken notice that an olive on a toothpick was there to mark each foot of the sandwich he'd have realized that he already went through three feet of sandwich with hardly any effort.

Obamon relished in seeing her two guests eat so ravenously.  While Kill was busy on the fourth foot of his sandwich she pulled his chair closer to get a better look at his progress.  Snow still had a commanding lead as Obamon found her fingers were already sinking a couple inches into it.  Obamon was already feeding Snow whole rolled up pizzas at this point, though she just had to hand them to him and let him munch it down on his own.  This gave her a free hand to rub Kill's growing paunch as well and tease the threads on his clothes to help them along.

Before long, Snow and Kill were dressed in nothing more than their underwear as they continued to eat.  Their stomachs were constantly adding more fat onto their bodies as they ate which caused them to round out with more soft, velvet fat.  Snow was in the process of a sixth love handle while Kill's fifth one was almost uniform with the rest of them.  Since they already had established guts, the fat was aggressively spreading to the rest of their bodies.  Unknown to Kill, his rear was starting to fill out his chair more and more acting as a booster seat to help him reach over the top of the table.  Obamon enjoyed the feeling of Snow's expanding body against her own legs and belly, comparing his size to her own.  Their legs were so wide now that they were stuck to a waddle if they could still keep their balance.  Even if they could only crawl, Obamon was more than happy to carry her little ones around everywhere.

Their arms were thickening as well, though compared to the rest of their bodies they were hardly hindered by the fat.  This was hardly an issue as it didn't hinder their ability to eat.  Snow was developing a third chin before long while Kill was on his second.  Any trace of a neck was hidden behind the rings of fat around their heads that drooped down to their chests.  Any remaining features on their faces were lost to new layers of fat.  If they had been in the right mindset to notice all the weight they put on, it was impossible to tell what they would do, but for Obamon she would cuddle them with joy.  In fact, that was the first thing she did when they both finished their food and found the feeling of fullness hit them out of nowhere.  Too drained to resist they could only watch as Obamon hugged and kissed them all over.

"What's going on?" complained Kill as he started coming to his senses.

"I'm just loving my little babies, that's all," she replied.

"Snow?" whispered Kill calling him in desperation for help.  Snow turned to Kill, but only responded with a childish giggle and a hug.  It was more terrifying than he could have imagined.  He had been careless with Obamon and now he was at Obamon's mercy.  For whatever reason he still had any mental resistance was a mystery, but it didn't matter much at this point when Obamon had him right where she wanted him.

Obamon led them into the bedroom and placed Kill and Snow on their beds.  She then turned to go into the draws and change them into new clothes.  While she did this, Kill did his best to escape, but he couldn't get up let alone roll out of bed.  He was just too obese and drained to fight it.  All he could do was watch as Obamon gave Snow a shirt that looked like it was meant for an obese toddler.  Even as large as it was it didn't make it past his belly button.  She then put baby powder on his enormous bottom and diapered him with a heavy duty diaper.  The crinkling sounds caused a newfound dread to run down his spine as he feared that would be his fate.

As Obamon came to him he took quick note of the clothes she had for him.  To his relief he was not given a diaper and that the clothes weren't meant for a baby.  It just didn't occur to him that his fear was weakening to a strange sense of security the new outfit provided.

"Now for a bit of a story before bedtime," she said.  "Oh, and before I forget, here's a friend for you Snow."  Obamon reached into her apron and pulled out a Drag doll.  She pulled the string over the pig tattoo on his back and he shouted his catchphrase, "I'm not a doggeh!"

Hearing those words made his eyes light up and he hugged the doll lovingly.  "Doggeh," he said in the most innocent and adorable tone one could imagine.

Obamon smiled at the sight of her happy Snow and carried him to her recliner.  She sat down in it and had them rest in her belly.  She grabbed a book from the nearby bookshelf and began to read it.  Snow was too busy nuzzling into Obamon and cuddling Drag to listen to the story.  Kill couldn't even understand a word she was saying as his fatigue increased and made him drowsy.  Before Obamon could finish the first page they were both fast asleep.  Obamon kept reading the story.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Obamon 2 - Meal 1 + Prologue
Obamon 2 - Meal 3
The second part of the loooooooooooooong sequel.

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weight gain 2,471, fat fur 627, obamon 41
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