3 AM

3 AM

3 AM



It had been exactly a month since Liz had started her diet, and the cravings at night were starting to become to intrusive in her sleep. But it was something that had been expected at this point; she managed to lose a staggering 175 pounds at this point. And while it was nice to be able to fit into clothes that weren't specially made again (as well as squeeze through doors, fit in elevators, use a diving board without causing a tidal wave, etc), she sometimes missed the feeling of being so big and soft. But she was determined; the teasing hurt her a lot more than the limitations that came with being immense.


Scritching along her poor, growling tummy, the once-wobbly wolfette slowly padded her way into the kitchen. As tough as it usually was for her to fight off the hunger and return to somewhat peaceful slumber, there was one thing that almost always did the trick. This time, however, it would work all too well....

Liz opened up the fridge and sighed. Before her was an array of "low carb this and fat free that" kinds of food. This wasn't a new sight for her, but it was still an unwelcome one none the less. While Chelsie didn't exactly agree with Liz's decision, she made good on her vow to hide every morsel of junk food and dessert in the house from the greedy wolfette. And so far, she seemed to have made good on her word. But every so often Liz would find a cupcake or a bag of chips lying and scarf it down before anyone noticed. Was Chelsie leaving these things around on purpose? It certainly wasn't beyond her; she wanted nothing more than her overweight friend's happiness.....and Liz had certainly seen happier days.....

Liz's train of thought was suddenly derailed by the loud beeping of the microwave, signaling that her cup of milk was at the right temparture for the task at hand. In an instant the warm liquid found it's way down her throat, her greedy stomach protesting with another loud growl. Liz raised her paw to give her upset stomach a comforting pat to calm it down....but all of a sudden she felt far too weak to finish the job. In fact, within a few seconds the woozy wolfette was sprawled out on the floor and snoring so loud that it sounded like she had swallowed a chainsaw.

In her dream, Liz was surrounded by all sorts of snacks and desserts as far as the eye can see. Without hesitation, she dived into an enormous pile of donuts and gobbled and slurped like this would be the last thing she'd ever eat.

Perhaps it's a good thing that Chelsie was out of town, because Liz was expieriencing a rare phenomenon known only as "sleep gorging". Her greedy maw was shoved into the fridge and snapping up everything in sight. While the food wasn't fattening, it certainly was filling; her gut was sagging dangerously low over the waistband of her pajama bottoms by the time she had finished. But Liz wasn't satisfied yet. She stood and hungrily snuffed and sniffled around like....well, a wolf caught on the scent of it's next meal. Her belly wobbled and jiggled from side to side as she stumbled into the living room, managing to knock over a piece of furniture or two in the process....until she tripped and came to rest on the piano, filling the air with the sound of several keys being smashed together, as well as flipping the top of the instrument wide open.

And that's when Liz saw it. In her rudely awakened state, she spied something that confirmed her suspicions about Chelsie. Inside the piano was a vertible treasure trove of rich, fattening food, boxes and bags packed tightly together by the dozens. Chelsie's hiding space had been under her nose the whole time, and now it was all there for the taking. With a squeal of joy, Liz plopped herself down on the piano stool and begin to shovel in the food in what had to be her biggest moment of weakness ever.

Maybe it was the age of the food, or maybe a certain orange kitty had done something to it's contents, but the morsels were incredibly fattening. With each mouthful of food, pound after pound was being added to her frame. Rolls of fat were thickening on her arms, and her face plumped out quite a bit Her breasts were filling out generously, the bulbous orbs beginning to bulge and sag over the neck of her pajama top hugely. Her legs and thighs ballooned with fat, causing the stitches of her pajama bottom to creak, groan and pop in loud protest. The back end of the poor, stretched garment was practically disintergrating, leaving her massive butt bare and beautiful for all to see, her wagging tail in danger of being swallowed up by the swelling cheeks.

But it was her belly that took most of the "damage". It swelled and bubbled over the keys of the piano like some kind of gray blob, shattering the remains of the pajama top within mere seconds. Luckily, the food had just about run out at this point, as her gut was becoming so large that it was making it near impossible for her to continue to shovel food into her waiting mouth. The gigantic gut was pooled out and spread so far along the floor that her stubby foot paws were pressing into it, the testament to gluttony jiggling and bouncing at the slightest movement. In short, Liz was back to her normal, fat and snuggly self.

With a burp that set her jiggling like Jell-o in an earthquake, Liz finally fell through the persistant stool and fell flat on her back. Giving her mountainous gut a tight hug, she proceeded to fall into a blissful sleep.

Maybe being so big wasn't a bad thing after all.