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An awesome gift piece from a close friend of mine, Fubsy! He made Sarah all the bigger and now, as convention time rolls around, he's only gonna be changing the glutton further!
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“Good progress, fatass. Just a few more gallons and we won’t have to worry about any grey spots showing from those belly folds once you hit the convention buffet or even if there’s another line up to feed you like the time before last.” Jack remarked, a hand petting that bloated, rounding bird belly. All that Sarah could reply with was a weak thumbs up. Her belly rumbled, gurgled and bubbled through the thick mess of ice cream that had the once sagging shelves of stomach all rounded out, filled to show off every inch of that plumage. Sure enough, there would be a teasing grope or a light slap to keep Sarah’s mind in the game. The sheer amount of food in her guts made just standing there a chore and a half but it would be worth it. She just had to keep her back straight and now dye soaked belly off the floor. She could feel that pudgy paunch trying to drag her front to the floor, her back aching under the weight of all she had to haul. Even as her belly got a coating of bright yellow, she inwardly yearned for the dye to dry quickly if only so she could get a stool to rest her belly on.
“Nearly done. The head is the easy part but, Sarah, there’s more and more of you to paint each time. Maybe we should start labelling you as a blimp or even get some poster space set up on you. You certainly have the room for it, you fat fuck.” The eager fox couldn’t help but slip a couple fingers into that deep, gaping navel. With a gentle fingering and a hoist, that globe of a gut rang out an aggressive slosh. The poor, tube stuffed softie moaned out some, eyes showing worry as those thighs and back worked overtime to keep that gut from touching the floor and ruining the colour job. All the struggling softie could do was hope for relief as she watched the struggling swell of her taut tummy. Despite all the trials and tribulations though, Sarah now looked a lot less Sarah and a lot more Kazooie… well, if they had completely let go and were teetering towards immobility after years of retirement from a mainline game.
“Atta girl, atta girl. Here’s what, now that the paint is done, I’ll let the pump run a little longer while I clean up as a reward for being stood up for so long. Just ten minutes and you can sit down on that fat, feathery ass~” That taunting voice was already in the next room, leaving the bird to murmur out yet remain utterly helpless against the sheer swell of that now overfilled blimp of a belly. Only ten more minutes of standing. She could do this. The hum of the pump grumbled on, her packed guts the only thing that could match it in volume. Just a little more...
She just had to look perfect for the convention!
Continuation here!
<-- Part one
---
“Good progress, fatass. Just a few more gallons and we won’t have to worry about any grey spots showing from those belly folds once you hit the convention buffet or even if there’s another line up to feed you like the time before last.” Jack remarked, a hand petting that bloated, rounding bird belly. All that Sarah could reply with was a weak thumbs up. Her belly rumbled, gurgled and bubbled through the thick mess of ice cream that had the once sagging shelves of stomach all rounded out, filled to show off every inch of that plumage. Sure enough, there would be a teasing grope or a light slap to keep Sarah’s mind in the game. The sheer amount of food in her guts made just standing there a chore and a half but it would be worth it. She just had to keep her back straight and now dye soaked belly off the floor. She could feel that pudgy paunch trying to drag her front to the floor, her back aching under the weight of all she had to haul. Even as her belly got a coating of bright yellow, she inwardly yearned for the dye to dry quickly if only so she could get a stool to rest her belly on.
“Nearly done. The head is the easy part but, Sarah, there’s more and more of you to paint each time. Maybe we should start labelling you as a blimp or even get some poster space set up on you. You certainly have the room for it, you fat fuck.” The eager fox couldn’t help but slip a couple fingers into that deep, gaping navel. With a gentle fingering and a hoist, that globe of a gut rang out an aggressive slosh. The poor, tube stuffed softie moaned out some, eyes showing worry as those thighs and back worked overtime to keep that gut from touching the floor and ruining the colour job. All the struggling softie could do was hope for relief as she watched the struggling swell of her taut tummy. Despite all the trials and tribulations though, Sarah now looked a lot less Sarah and a lot more Kazooie… well, if they had completely let go and were teetering towards immobility after years of retirement from a mainline game.
“Atta girl, atta girl. Here’s what, now that the paint is done, I’ll let the pump run a little longer while I clean up as a reward for being stood up for so long. Just ten minutes and you can sit down on that fat, feathery ass~” That taunting voice was already in the next room, leaving the bird to murmur out yet remain utterly helpless against the sheer swell of that now overfilled blimp of a belly. Only ten more minutes of standing. She could do this. The hum of the pump grumbled on, her packed guts the only thing that could match it in volume. Just a little more...
She just had to look perfect for the convention!
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