Over the night, Kanga not only ate an incredible amount, but she turned every last bit of it into fat. No sooner would her belly fill with honey did her body turn it into brand new bulging fat cells. She gobbled down all the honey in front of her as fast as her chubby body would allow. Her hunger was so great that she swallowed some of the honey pots whole, never tasting the rich honey inside. She wanted to be full of honey, tasting it was not as important as filling her belly with it. She wanted honey because it made her bigger and she wanted to be bigger because then she could eat more honey. It was a viscous cycle that packed on the pounds for the mother Kangaroo.

Through all of her bingeing, no one awoke. Her deafening belch hadn’t woken them so unless she put an air horn to their ears they were all going to sleep through everything. They didn’t even wake up as the fat that they had been using to rest their heads on became larger and softer. After her thirtieth honey pot of honey a loud crack came from behind her. For a second, Kanga thought that one of her rolls of fat had slipped over someone and crushed them like a bug, but when she moved her hips, she found something incredible. The doorway to her home was cracked; she had broken it as she gained her pounds and that meant, she was free.

“Freedom,” Kanga hissed in delight and pulled herself forward. Her legs were much bigger and wider, but they were tiny compared to the rest of her. Unable to touch the ground with her feet, Kanga pulled herself forward on her belly. She was able to move again and the first thing she wanted was to get closer to those honey pots, cradling them in her arms like newborn babies she started emptying them over her head three at a time. She lifted her mouth up to catch it as it fell, relaxing her throat so it moved past her mouth to her throat easily. She ate as fast as she could, knowing that if she ate every single honey pot it wouldn’t fill her up. Neither would every single honey pot in the forest or the world. Tomorrow morning, she promised herself, she’d be adding something new to her menu.

The sun rose as it did every morning and the inhabitants of the forest rose with it. Tigger, Rabbit and Piglet awoke on the floor of Kanga’s house just before her front door. They were all sore when they woke up, their pillow and bed had disappeared. Working the kinks out of their backs, they slowly noticed the same thing, Kanga was no longer blocking the door.

“We did it,” Tigger said with a smirk, thinking his friends and him had pushed Kanga out by themselves. They were all congratulating themselves when they heard the rumbling from outside. Rushing out the door and finally noticing that the doorframe was cracked they all stopped and stared in shock at what was standing before them. Kanga had put on some weight, a lot of weight. She was three stories height and more importantly, three stories wide. Her belly was one huge ball of fat, with dozens of rolls running down her side, each bigger then a fully grown person. Her legs hung helplessly at her side, no match for her belly and almost as huge ass. Everyone could see the edges of her massive booty spilling out at her side. Piglet had been wrong when he said her butt could be mistaken for the moon, it was far too big. More likely the moon would be buried under her giant furry butt.

“What happened….” Rabbit sputtered unable to say anything else in his shock. He could see Kanga’s face over her belly, but she leaned down and got a glimpse of her. Her chest was huge and shaking, each breasts as big as a car and as jiggily as the rest of her. She leaned down a few dozen feet, pressing her belly hard into the ground and causing a crater. She leaned down until her massive bosom was rubbing into the ground. She had no neck, only eight chins that bulged out several feet. Her fat cheeks nearly covered her mouth, but she managed to speak, although her voice was much deeper.

“I ate, Rabbit, and I’m going to eat some more. Starting with you!” Her pudgy, thick hands came towards the three, but she paused as she felt something. Something was wiggling inside her ass crack. Reaching behind her she fished around in the massive canyon. It took her several minutes to find what was moving around back there and pull it out. Lifting her paw to her face, she saw her son gangling before her. He had been lying on her ass while he slept and as her body grew he had slipped into her ass crack and been enveloped by the fat. He had been swimming around between her meaty buns, unable to communicate with her. He finally got her attention after kicking her anus several times. Free, he had only one thing to say to his mother.

“Momma! Please stop eating!” He begged and Kanga paused. Her little Roo was begging her to stop, but she didn’t know if she could. Looking at his adorable face, she made her decision.