Like a machine, she kept stuffing more and more globs of honey into her maw. Her paws were a blur as they sank into the honey pots and lifted the sweet goodness to her maw. Her paws got tired sometimes, but instead of stopping, she just pushed her muzzle into the honey pots and guzzled down the honey. She drank the honey like a starving man in the desert. It trickled down her fur as her mouth was unable to keep up with her hunger and she got sticky. After a while her tongue went numb from constantly eating, but she didn’t stop. Something in her belly begged to be filled and she couldn’t ignore it.

Her midsection quickly bulged as her stomach filled with honey. Her body groaned as it was stretched, but instead of making her stop, her body just absorbed the sugary honey and turned it into fresh fat. Kanga didn’t even notice as her body got bigger, her mind instead focused on only eating as much honey as possible. She made disgusting slurping noises as she kept eating, gooey honey smacking from her chops as she swallowed it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her ever sense were overridden by hunger.

As she ate, she got bigger. Her already wide hips became plumper and softer, jiggling as she rocked back and forth as she ate. Her chest pushed out, her bosom growing bigger as the rest of her did. Extra chin’s popped up as she ate, absorbing some of the extra honey as she messily ate. Her ass pushed against her waving tail, becoming meatier. Her rump pushed against the floor as she leaned back, nearly throwing her off balance. With her butt sticking out, she leaned forward finding her belly now five times bigger ands a hundred times softer. She wobbled on her own belly, pudgy arms with dropping fat grasped at honey pots. Kanga was turning into a blimp, but in her blind hunger, she was completely ignorant to it.

The eating continued, and over the gulps and slurps, the narrator spoke up.

“And so Kanga, ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate.”


UUUURRRRPPPPPTTT!!!

The monstrous belch that came from Kanga’s honey coated lips shook her small home and sent her saliva spraying. The last few hours had been a blur of gobbling, licking and moaning as she stuffed herself until she finally felt satisfied. Although, in the end she ran out of honey before she felt satisfied. Letting a honey pot fall from her now pudgy paws, she leaned forward and groaned, feeling new fat jiggle as she put weight on it. Her wide belly groaned, either from stretching so wide so quickly or from the desire to still be fed. Kanga patted her huge gut, not bothered to find herself bigger then a hippo. All she cared about was eating.

“Honey,” she whimpered, finding some of it sticking to her fur. She leaned her head down, showing incredible dexterity for someone as wide as her and licked her own furry belly. She could taste honey and that was enough for her to forget everything else and start lapping at her own fatty midsection. Her tongue slip over her furry gut, going into the folds of fat on her side to find more honey left behind. Her fat wobbled as she pushed her muzzle into it, rubbing against her lips as she ate herself. Her belly fur was matted with saliva and clean of honey. Noticing a few globs on her chest, Kanga moved her hands to her bigger breasts and pushed them up, pressing her own furry chest into her face.

Kanga was sucking on her breasts, but over the tiny excitement she felt, she also felt the joy of tasting honey again. She sucked a mouthful of her pliable bosom into here mouth, sucking on the blob of fat until the honey was off. It was odd, but tasting honey mixed with the taste of her own fat wasn’t half bad. She was a tasty kangaroo.

Rolling onto her back, her ass rubbed into the ground as she stared up at the ceiling, saliva running from her maw as she moaned and rubbed her own fat. To the mother of one, this had been the greatest day of her life. The only thing that could make it better was more honey. When she heard someone knock on her door, Kanga’s body jiggled as she jolted from surprise. Her big dropping belly bobbed as she moved, rubbing into the ground. Lying on her belly with her wide ass on the ground, she crawled to the door like a slug, leaving a saliva trail behind her from her wet belly. Opening the door, her mouth hung in excitement at the prospect of someone bringing more honey.