Without any further hesitation, she dug in. Violently.
"This is great!" she yelled, stuffing her face with two drumsticks (one chicken, the other turkey) in the same time. Tearing both cooked birds from limb to limb, she ripped of their wings, their legs, their chest, grabbing handfuls of the stuffing, and jamming it into her awaiting mouth. Oddly enough, none of the grease or sauce splattered everywhere, and even her paws stayed relatively clean. She scooped up the potatoes (smashed or baked, it didn't matter), and crammed into her maw as well, lapping up the sauce from the silver trays, and picking all the bones clean.
Slowly, but surely, her once flat stomach rounded out, growing into a packed pot-belly, which burbled, ever-so-slightly, as she began to carve up the goose, sucking the fat out from under the reddish brown skin.
"This is delicious!" she exclaimed, as she finished with the goose, moving onto the ribs and stakes. By now, her stomach was already a bit packed, but she kept going, nevertheless. Taking bite after bite of steak, with the bare bones piling in place of the cooked ribs, she had her eyes on the salad, as she kept stuffing her face. Tipping the bowls and pouring their contents down her throat, she found the salads easy to swallow, the chunks of meat and bacon tickling her tongue and throat as they rushed past into her gullet. She dutifully lapped up the mayonnaise and Tartar, unaware of the changes happening to her body...
By now, her stomach was more akin to a dome, tightly packed with all the food she had consumed so far, and began to push her thighs apart, as gravity took hold of it. Yet, it also managed to push up her breasts from underneath the thick tuft of fur she had above her chest. Or perhaps it was her mammaries that decided to follow her stomach, as they grew greater, and more taut. Her hips seemed to broaden, slightly, and her hind cheeks grew, not with fat, but with muscle as well, increasing their size, as she continued to consume,
"This is excellent!" she whispered, slicing up the fish, and delighted to find that it had been boned for her. Seafood wasn't really her thing, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless. By now, she had slowed down, considerably, feeling the weight of her feast. She cut the soft fish up meticulously with her claws, and placed the slices atop her tongue, letting them slide down, occasionally stopping to chew on a few sticks of chips before resuming the procedure. Slowly but surely, the large swordfish found a new home in her crammed midsection, followed shortly after by the remainder of the chips.
By now, her burgeoning frame seemed to have reached it's apex of size, her stomach round and tout, akin to an overstuffed beanbag. And overstuffed it was, packed to the brim with all the fancy upperclass food there was on the table. It sagged, ever-so-slightly, the pressure keeping it firm and shapely despite gravity's increasing pull. Her legs, near completely pushed apart by the massive stomach, were still kept together by an enormous behind, which itself had swollen in proportion with her belly, even spreading down on her thighs, thickening them to support the "Grade-A" swine buttocks. Her voluminous breasts were the most eye-catching, however. Having also grown in proportion to her giant beach ball of a belly, they remained perky, ever so slightly giving in to gravity, and taut, with nipples poking out from under the fur, slowly growing erect. The pounds were appearing, however, around her cheeks, which have grown cherubic, and on her widened hips and waist, which also bulged with the added fat. Her pace grinding to a halt, she was intent on wrapping it properly.
"This... Is... Divine!" she moaned, propping up her gargantuan stomach with a free paw (the kilos making their presence known on her upper arms), and feeding herself from the cheese plate, savoring the exquisite flavors of the many pricey dairy products. From sweet to sour, from salty to bitter, her tongue was teased with each bite, each small piece or block eaten whole, letting them melt and dissolve in her mouth without chewing. Finally, pouring herself glass of fine red, she raised the oversized wineglass, sighing:
"To our health!"
...And drinking it proudly, muttering to herself, as she observed between sips. "Fine vintage, and finer lineage, still." She chuckled slightly at her own wit, placing the glass down onto the now half emptied table, and wiping her mouth with a napkin she found for this purpose.
Setting that down as well, she observed the emptied plates.
"My, oh my..." she mused, chuckling delicately "Well, fancy that... I've had a feast all to myself... Very unladylike... But, I suppose a lady indulge, every now and then..."
She then glanced at the stacks upon stacks of fast foods on the other side of the table...
"Oh my..." she said in a posh voice "All that feasting, and the table is still half full... Oh, I couldn't bring myself to consume all those delightfully rustic meals... Perhaps I should offer it for some poor, starving soul... Oh, I know, I should make a donation, and...! Ooooooh...!
She stopped her rambling, placing both hands on her more-than-stout stomach, and letting out a moan of both pain and pleasure. Her stomach churned and gurgled loudly now, trying to process all the weight-creating foodstuffs she had stuffed herself full with. Groaning, she leaned forward, allowing gravity to take full hold of her gravid orbs - her colossal belly hanging freely under it's own weight, groaning with her, her taut and titillating teats sloshing with it, and her hindquarters, the size of a well-fed horse's ass, rippling with every tiny movement. Her adipose-laden arms propping her up on the table, the construct creaked, even moreso when it did under the weight of the feast.
"Oh, goose, you harlot of feasts... *uuurp!* ...Oh, how vulgar... You have betrayed me so! *hic!* And you too, my cheese? *hurf!* Oh, this will not do... I cannot come to the aid of others in such a troubled... *urp!* ...state! ...Oh, dear... I'll require some aid myself! But, from whom? *hic!* Who could I find in such a pleasant, yet, deserted beach?"
"Renamon?"
She froze upon hearing her name. She recognized the voice.
Slowly, with much caution, she turned around, step by step, to face her visitor... Only to realize she couldn't quite see past her own breasts or belly. She could, however, see a small pair of raised bat-like wings, red wings she recognized as the ears of...
"Guilmon!" she called out to him "Is that you, dear?"
"I..." the dino digimon could only stare at the blown-up vixen. She looked like she had swallowed an armchair, or boulder, and her belly definitely protested with the volume to indicate that she actually did.
But that wouldn't explain the enormous breasts, the size of giant beach balls themselves, sitting and slightly swaying atop the engorged stomach, nipples fully visible and erect.
Even from the front, he could tell that her frame broadened, her widened hips revealing her stuffed thighs and plumped up rump, now nearing that of a cow's behind.
As a loud churn erupted from her, he saw her chunkier, meatier arms reach out around her stomach - and being unable to do so, So they kept on petting it instead, as she groaned and whimpered.
"Guilmon..." she whined "I require your assistance."
Finally catching his breath, he exclaimed.
"Renamon, what happened to you?"
"I'm... In a spot of bother, wouldn't you say..." she murmured sheepishly "I need your help, Guilmon..."
"Wha...? S-Sure! Of course! Do you need a doctor, or...?"
"No, Guilmon..."
"T-Then, where shall I...?!"
"Rub my belly, Guilmon!"
"I, uh... Whaaaa?" he stared.
"...Please, massage my stomach, dear Guilmon!" the vixen replied, regaining her composure after that small outburst.
"You want me to rub your belly?" he asked, incredulously. Renamon nodded.
"Rub the pain out, massage it away!" she pleaded "Please, Guilmon!"
Speechless, he stood before her stomach. It churned and gurgled angrily, like an overheated boiler, and had grown visibly red. The dino digimon didn't wanted to see her friend in pain, so, gingerly, he reached up with his clawed paws, gently placing them onto her full stomach.
Hearing her sigh, he began to knead, only to stop abruptly as she groaned.
"Not so roughly!" she yelped. Gulping, he took it easy, gently moving his paws around, careful not to sink his claws into her skin, just barely grazing it, as she rubbed, patted and kneaded the reddened area.
"Oh, that's better..." she sighed, her tail beginning to wag, it's path blocked by her too massive buns "Keep on going."
Smiling, he did just that, now with more vigor, and was glad to hear another pleased moan elicited from her.
"Oh, that feels wonderful..." she murmured "Could you... Go a bit lower?"
He did so, moving down to her navel.
"Deeper..."
He complied again, slightly uneasy, now going beneath her navel.
"More..." she whispered.
Gulping again, he began to massage her abdomen, happening upon a number of cramps, and easing them up as he did.
All the while, listening to her moans.
"Oh... Oooh... Oooh, that's right... Oh, right, right there... Oh! Ooooooh...!"
She sighed, elatedly, as the draconic digimon kept on massaging her churning mass. Suddenly, she motioned him to stop with a louder moan.
Gazing up, she met with her eyes - black sclera, blue irises and black pupils staring down into his own, yellow irises and slit pupils.
"Yes?" he asked.
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