Letting Go - Part 3 (Commission for SirJahar)

TAGS: Weight Gain, Hyper/Hyper Belly/Hyper Fat, Growth, Blob, Foodlust

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Starting off small though, was of the utmost importance; Sonia couldn’t quite throw herself fully into it without first finding out whether or not the plan, as it was formulated in that glorious moment, could even work. After all, she had only succeeded in becoming a room-dominating behemoth whose form expanded and bulged out with each mouthful through months of hard work, and as much as she would love to see such changes wrought over that sort of timeframe, it just wasn’t feasible; she couldn’t guarantee that most people would be as eager to fatten up as she herself was, and given how drastic the changes would be, it was significantly likely that most of her test subjects would just turn around and stop eating so much once they discovered what the ploy was. Thus, if she wanted to have any chance at success, it was important to refine her recipes to such a degree that they could not only pack ridiculous quantities of calories in every single bite, but that they were fast-acting enough that whoever was consuming her dishes wouldn’t have time to react before suddenly their forms too were ballooning outwards, compressing into a handful of meals what had taken the wolfess the better part of a year to accomplish. The thought alone was enough to get her entire body to wobble and practically buzz with excitement, especially once she revealed what the plan was to Sarnak and the wolf, as usual, dutifully nodded along, mindlessly agreeing to whatever it was his beautiful goddess told him to do; he would follow her to wherever she might lead him, regardless of how dangerous it might be or how utterly insane the plan was. What follow, then, were several weeks where the wolfess’ culinary expertise was put to the utmost test, where everything she had either learned, discovered by herself, or stumbled onto accidentally was combined, mixed and discarded as needed for the sole purpose of achieving that one, singular goal of maximizing the amount of weight one could gain with the smallest amount of actual mass ingested. The results of Sonia’s experimentations, mostly performed with Sarnak as an intermediary, were of such potency that even the wolf was starting to have second doubts on whether or not they should be going forward with the plan, especially since, every time Sonia ate any of their test plates, her belly was guaranteed to bloat at least a few inches outwards as the hyper-dense caloric mass unfurled into fat inside of her… then again, whenever that happened, the voice in his head telling the wolf that he should shut up and do whatever his queen told him to do immediately overpowered everything else inside of him, and thus the feeding carried on until such a point as it reached the realms of the absurd. In all honestly, Sonia should not be able to move, and yet somehow maintained her mobility to a degree that seemed entirely impossible, even if she was clearly a lot slower than she used to be; at once point her husband compared her to one of those haulers used to transport space shuttles from plate to place: an immense thing, capable of shifting weights far in excess to what most people could even begin to understand, yet perfectly designed to do so, just like Sonia’s body was. Sonia herself didn’t pay much heed to these compliments, being too busy trying to come up with solutions to this problem that she had created entirely from whole cloth; her mind was an endless, turbulent mix of ideas, discarded and recuperated at a pace so quick that she often lost track of what it was she was even thinking about, all of this processing power dedicated to discovering the proverbial Holy Grail for the culinary arts. There were plenty of approximations created in the process, stepping stones leading inexorably towards her goal, even if it always seemed just one or two steps further away at all times; maybe, Sonia thought in her occasional moments of weakness, it was just the case that she was too big, too hungry, too desirous to ever truly be satisfied, and what she considered to merely be an acceptable interim side-product was, for most people, far more than they could ever think to stomach… and quite literally, at that.

It still took her a while before reaching a point where she was content enough with her results to actually call the first people she wanted to “share her bounty” with, as she was wont to say: her and Sarnak’s twin children. It’d been a while since either of them had swung by, owing to their lives taking a turn for the busy as they struck out and made their own way in the world; while their presence was very much missed, it was nonetheless somewhat difficult to really be worried about its absence when most of the older wolves’ days were spent with Sonia gorging herself and Sarnak enabling her to the nth degree. But surely, neither Seriah nor the younger Sarnak would ever think to say no when their parents so lovingly called them over to enjoy a good night of eating, drinking and recounting how things had been going since they last met; surely, neither of the two twins would say no to a family night like that, especially after so long with one. And indeed, both of them were quite eager to agree to the idea once the older wolf called them, blissfully ignorant of just who and what was waiting for them once they made their way there on the agreed-upon date; in fact, even if they were fully aware, it’s quite likely that they’d still be surprised anyway, because Sonia certainly wasn’t going to stop eating, nor was she about to quit her experimentation in order to further refine her creations for as long as she possibly could. To do so would be to not only waste a perfectly good opportunity, but an outright disservice to her children, who were by that point coming over from halfway across the country just to be with their parents for a family night… potentially weekend, assuming the food hit the right spot and the two of them became reluctant to leave as long as they had something to shove down their throats. In the process, the wolfess carried on getting bigger and bigger still, until such a point as she had to drag herself over to one side of the living room and sit down with her back to one of the walls and her belly pointed to the opposite end of the empty space; it was a testament to how colossal she was that, even while pushed up as far as she could go in one direction, Sonia’s gut still spilled over so far that it nearly covered a good half of the way to the window in front of her, giving one hell of a view to anyone who dared to look inside, while the rest of her grown so massive that her head was but a couple of feet away from the ceiling. Sarnak had to quite literally climb her whenever he needed to get the newest dish over to the culinary master responsible for its creation, working through his own hands to create food that was at once both impossibly delicious and almost supernaturally fattening for how unassuming it looked. More than once, the two of them spent more time admiring the effects these snacks had on Sonia than on actually feeding them; how could they not, when every mouthful made the air around them rumble as the wolfess’ immense body grumbled, growled and groaned as it packed on mass and bloated in every direction? Even when nothing was being directly fed, their ears were still filled with either the churning of whatever leftovers still being digested in that furnace that Sonia called a stomach, or its very complaints as it begged to be filled to bursting and even further beyond; there was no real in-between, merely contented fullness or nigh-desperate emptiness, a cycle that revolved around itself time and time again as the hours passed and turned into days, with the happy couple endlessly consuming, feeding, cooking and repeating the same rotation until most of the room was, in some way, Sonia. So it was that, when the two wolves heard their kids’ cars park on the driveway outside, only one of them went to get the door; the wolfess could still move if she wanted to, but it was slightly less than possible for her to squeeze herself through a door now that her body was so utterly immense, and even if she did, then all she’d accomplish would be to block the way to the living room. Besides, by staying where she was, Sonia ensured that she was, in herself, a grand surprise, one that would certainly leave the twins with their mouths hanging open.

And, to be fair to her, that she did. In fact, one might say that both Seriah and the younger Sarnak’s jaws practically unhinged themselves when they walked into the expanded kitchen-slash-living room and saw the absolutely mountainous pile of soft flab and fat that their mother had turned herself into, waving at them from what felt like a mile away, high atop the throne of her own body. They couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing, not even when she spoke to them and tried to explain that she’d gotten “carried away” with her cooking; all the two younger wolves could do was look at one another and then back at their mom, then back again as if trying to convince one another that what they were seeing was actually true and not some sort of collective hallucination. It was bad enough that they didn’t even notice their dad approaching from the side, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and looking buffer and more muscular than ever, like he’d spent the intervening months pumping iron on a daily basis; it made for an interesting contrast with the gentle, almost delicate way in which he presented a silver-sheened tray with a handful of fish snacks on top, as if he wasn’t aware of what his wife had turned into it. The way he handled this gesture, one might be forgiven for thinking that, to the older Sarnak, everything was perfectly fine… and indeed, the disturbingly natural way in which he presented these treats to his kids was such that it managed to pierce through the heavy veil of disbelief that was keeping the twins sane, with their bodies reacting automatically by reaching out, grabbing a snack each, and unthinkingly throwing them into their mouths. To them, it was just a mouthful, some battered fish with just enough seasoning to leave them wanting to have some water without it being too overpowering; spicy, yes, but not so much as to ruin the flavour. Neither of them could’ve imagined the impact it would have on their bodies, since, after all, it was just a little piece of fish; surely, something that they could easily chew down and eat with just a couple of bites couldn’t possibly have any kind of effect on them, which is why neither of the twins really registered when their clothes began to feel tighter all around. Indeed, the one thing they became aware of was how peckish they felt, and how much that one single treat wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a hunger that had just reared its ugly head; thankfully, Sarnak was already there, with two trays that time, so that both the twins could eat to their heart’s content without having to worry about anything else. All that was required of them was that they accept the gifts provided to them, that they eat and be merry, without concerning themselves with whether or not their belts were being torn apart or if their bodies were expanding rapidly in every direction; those were issues for the future.

It was almost unnatural how quickly the two younger wolves’ concerns melted away, replaced entirely with an almost burning need to eat; almost, because clearly it should be expected given Sonia’s cooking skills. Months of practice and experimentation had all led to that singular moment where she sat there, mountainous, all-consuming, watching as her twins very quickly made it impossible for them to drive back, given their bodies wouldn’t be able to fit in their cars anymore. And yet, despite this, and despite the fact that there was probably some measure of self-restraint left inside their minds, neither the younger Sarnak nor Seriah thought to stop, or even so much as slow down; even when they felt their belts start to dig into their bodies, their thighs bulging outwards and breaking through the seams of their pants, their shirts riding up their bellies as those guts billowed outwards like rising dough, all they could think to do was keep eating more of the impossibly delicious snacks they had on those platters. It was all they could see: a solid surface with food on it, and if not for the fact that the older Sarnak was quick to grab a couple of reinforced chairs and place them in the right spot, both the wolf twins would’ve happily collapsed onto the ground before they grew big and husky enough that their rears could actually cushion the fall. They were well on their way to doing so, however, especially considering how happily they accepted their dad’s suggestion of moving onto a proper meal rather than simply an entrée; Seriah asked if their mom shouldn’t be joining in too, to which Sonia waved their hand and declared she’d “had enough for the day” and just wanted to see her kids appreciate her cooking after such a long time without seeing them. Such a statement should have been seen as rightfully alarming, doubly so given that it was coming from a roughly wolf-shaped blob of fat dominating nearly half of the living room with their colossal body, but there was something disarming about the way the older wolfess said it that just left the two guests feeling… at ease. After months of not visiting their parents, finally being able to kick back and relax with some proper home cooking for the first time in their lives was a welcome change, especially compared to the usual fare of take-out and reheated TV dinners they usually had to contend with; if nothing else, Sonia had gotten quite good at cooking, so much so that when Sarnak brought out a folding table and quickly set it up, both of the twins were left openly salivating, having to hold back their demands for more food after going through their fish entrées. Neither of them were particularly concerned with the fact that they’d just put on close to a hundred pounds, because they were still hungry, hungrier in fact than they had been before; this didn’t strike them as dangerous so much as it told them that they were supposed to gorge themselves on the first thing they saw placed in front of them, and thank goodness for how this turned out to be a complete roast, one for each one of them!

Both Seriah and her brother instantly recalled how this was one of the longest-running jokes the family used to have back when they lived together, that one day in the future someone would learn to make a proper beef roast and they’d be able to enjoy a family dinner that was actually worthy of that title. As the years went by and no such opportunity arose, however, all four of them were content with assuming it would just never come to be, and in fact, neither the younger Sarnak or his sister even bothered trying to learn how to cook like that, being too used to relying on take-out and similar meals to change any time soon. Thus, when their dad strode out of the kitchen carrying two colossal glass trays, each one big enough that it could have easily served all four of them way back when and still enough have enough left for all them to reheat the next day… well, it was hard to salivate even harder than they were already, but somehow the twins managed to do it. They didn’t even hear their mother telling them to dig in, mostly because they had already thrown themselves into an orgy of consumption that eschewed the use of cutlery altogether and ended with copious amounts of sauce being thrown all around them, with the twin’s dad stopping midway through attempting to put down some napkins to instead clean himself off as he stepped away from the impending disaster area. As for the twins themselves, they were in a personal heaven; they couldn’t have ever expected their mother to learn how to cook this marvelously, and indeed some part of them wondered whether or not this was one big prank she was pulling, that it had all been someone else that the two of them hired to provide such unbelievably nutritious nourishment; alas, this bit of their minds, along with all the others that weren’t exclusively focused on the process of eating, were very quickly subsumed into the general, primary directive that was consuming, consuming some more, and then begging and whining whenever they found themselves without anything in front of their faces. Despite the fact that each roast was big enough to feed their family as it used to be twice over, both the younger Sarnak and Seriah were done with it in mere minutes, even if most of the sauces had been splashed onto their now-fully-exposed bodies; if the fish entrées had been enough to leave them bloated and noticeably fatter, then a full meal like that was bound to have much bigger results… which made it all the more surprising when the true effects blew any expectations out of the water. Sonia herself felt nothing if not an intense pride as she saw her two children devour her homemade meal, squealing in delight with every bite taken, and not just because she was finally living out the dream of cooking for her kids like she’d fantasized about so many times before; most of her glee came from the fact that each mouthful that the twins swallowed down made them visibly bloat, to the point where the older Sarnak had to make constant adjustments to the folding table before finally giving it up entirely and rapidly moving the trays onto the top of his children’s swelling guts. There was plenty of room there, just like it was with Sonia, because the wolfess’ goal had been firmly achieved: creating a dish that packed so many fast-acting calories that the gains that took her months to achieve were being replicated in the matter of minutes, sometimes even seconds! What were once two perfectly slim and svelte wolves very quickly turned into a pair of spheres, blubber and fat rolls oozing over one another as they took up increasing amounts of space within their half of the living room, pushing one another of the way, yet, simultaneously, smushing their bodies together until they formed a seal so perfect that even Sarnak’s toned body wouldn’t be able to push its way into the middle of it. By the time they were done with eating their roast, each one had been firmly immobilized; unlike their mother, whose body had time to adapt to such high-energy cooking they had been gifted their new forms out of the blue, and as a result, ended up as heads atop sprawling bellies, with asses the size of a small car, and their hands and feet jutting out just enough to be barely visible amidst the colossal amounts of pudge enveloping them… and yet they were still hungry.

They couldn’t move, so much so that even something as simple as slightly leaning to the side had been barred from them. They had consumed more calories than they would ever need in a year, if not more, and still they clamored for more… mostly in the form of a low, grumbling whine and a few nonsense words aimed in the general direction of their dad, who had just the thing prepared for a dessert. While Sonia had limited herself to a single canister of blended food a day, and sometimes even managed to eschew this in favour of more conventional cooking, neither her nor her husband could think of any better way to top off this family visit than by dragging two gigantic metal containers, each one carrying enough nutrient slurry to last for an entire week, within visual range of the two brand new gluttons. Even if they had no frame of reference for what could possibly be inside those things, the simple fact that they had tubes attached to them that ended in what were unmistakably a pair of face masks allowed them to do the very simple math; in fact, the only reason they weren’t throwing themselves directly at this greatest of bounties was precisely because they’d become too fat to move properly, and after the sort of filling they were about to receive, both the younger Sarnak and Seriah were convinced they’d need to sleep it off for at least a whole weekend before they were ready to become even remotely mobile again… and that was saying nothing about how they were supposed to drive back home. But, once more, these struck them as things that they, the present twins, shouldn’t have to worry about, when their future selves could deal with the problems whenever they took the center stage; for the time being, there was really no reason why they shouldn’t let their father climb onto their gigantic, bloated forms in order to strap the mask onto them, keeping it firmly in place and ready to deliver what had to be the most excessive dessert ever created by furkind. There were no words spoken, no speech delivered, not even a command by the still-bigger Sonia to “let her rip” or whatever else she might’ve thought of; merely a nod on her part, the flipping of a lever, and the churning noises of thick paste being pushed through tubes into the gaping, ravenous maw of two very hungry wolves who could see themselves doing nothing more than just that, forever, until the end of their days. And how could they not, when it blew everything else they had experienced in those short few minutes out of the water? They were already bigger than their rides were and they had only walked into the living room not ten minutes prior, yet by some unfathomable black magic, it was this, this slop they were being served, that truly broke them, for with it, they experienced exactly what their mother had before: the sight of their bodies wobbling, bloating and expanding with each gulp that they took. It was no longer a case of stuffing their head into a tray, devouring whatever was on it, then look back and see that they’d grown tenfold in size; with the masks in place and the straps keeping them on nice and tightly, nothing was required of them but the ability to open their mouths and then swallow, leaving them open to just stare ahead and watch as they billowed outwards in every direction. They would both fill their mouths before swallowing a full load of the slurry, and the moment they felt it splash into their stomachs, the air around them would rumble, their ears would fill with churning, sloshing and even the slightest, faintest creaking… and they would grow. Inches, added onto their frames, the sense of overwhelming pressure pushing them outwards from within, every single time they gulped down the equivalent of a small family’s worth of yearly meals. And still, they wanted more.