Nemo squirmed desperately, despite what little good it did him, the colossal butterball only managing the faintest of jiggles across his plush fattened frame from the effort of trying to move his barrel sized limbs, twitch his meaty tail, or even turn the truck-tire sized neck he now sported. These tasks had been hopelessly out of reach days ago for the yellow-tan furred blob, now, having bloated up even more, it was downright impossible.

Nemo stifled a burp, quickly finding he had to stop and rest despite how little his struggle achieved, being this huge was exhausting. He relaxed, sinking a little into his soft body and pillow like neck, the back part of his mind infuriated at how comfortable the feeling was. At least it'd been awhile since his terrible 'host' had shown his face, Nemo didn't have much in the way of tracking time, but it had to be over three whole hours(!) since that crazy roo scientist had paid a visit to the warehouse-sized laboratory Nemo was trapped in.

For the past few weeks since Nemo had answered that dumb flyer calling for 'Test Subjects' with promise of 'generous compensation', that mad kangaroo Archie had almost non-stop doted on his new lab animal. From dawn to dusk Archie organized a regiment of eating, gorging, belly rubbing and more eating. When Nemo wasn't sleeping he was almost always being stuffed to the brim, and then far beyond. So this little reprieve was well welcomed as far as Nemo was concerned, maybe, the naive boy hoped, Archie had finally lost interest in him? Maybe he was finally big enough in the maniacal roo's eyes? Maybe he'd soon be let go??

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Nemo's gigantic gut, however (and much to Nemo's constant irritation), was not pleased with this development, it'd grown used to the constant feeding and feeling close to bursting. It really had a mind of it's own now, and Nemo whined in frustration as it roared at him, demanding to be filled. As much as he didn't like it, his maw craved more of the undeniably delicious food Archie loved to stuff him with; cheesecake, double-stuffed pizza, rich donuts, overstuffed burgers, pies... augh, Nemo gulped to stop a bit of drool rolling down his chin.

"Heh, good, sounds like you're hungry" a chilling voice called out, it's source obscured by the massive curvature of a cream colored belly. But the rough rubbing and belly slapping was unmistakable, Archie was back. Nemo let out a groan, then tried to yell something; to be let him go, to stop being crazy, a profanity of some kind, but all he managed was a wicked "uuUURRRP!"

"That's a good pet, I'm happy to see you too~" Archie cooed, "Sorry I was late, I was out catching a certain skunk brother you told me about, the one you said would beat me up, heh, soon you won't be so lonely when I'm not here, gosh, aren't I so nice." The roo put a hand to his chin, thinking thoughtfully, "Hmmm, but I might have ta remodel this place" gesturing to to cavernous laboratory, "it's not going to be big enough for two pets..."

Then Archie took out a sleek black remote with a big red button, slamming the control on, "Anyway... Feeding Time Fat Boy <3"

"We've gotta catch up for time lost" Archie chided, eagerness dripping from his voice, "so I'm gonna test a new toy on you, I think you're ready for a feeding hose~" The was a mechanical whir, and Nemo whimpered as three huge metal tanks with the word "FEED" rose up from holes in the floor. "These bad boys have a new extra fattening brand of frosting I've been working on, one spoonful is about equivalent to eating a whole cake! Extra addictive too, soon you'll be begging me for the stuff, heh."

"MRRF!" Nemo only protested in response, his useless struggling beginning anew with frantic urgency, but as the menacing pink frosting hose slowly descended from the ceiling, inching closer and closer to the chubby cheeks and hungry maw, Nemo was helpless, there was nothing he could do, besides open up and eat.

To be continued?...

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Hahaha, that was longer description than I expected, anyway sketch by  Nemo ink/color by moi