Myon’s delicious mistake [commission]

Chapter 1 - Full Story

*Note: This story contains kemonomimi dog girl OCs, with one going from fat to immobile.*



“Oh, the order’s arrived!” The 8-foot dog woman’s ears twitch towards the front door as someone raps a few knocks, and she hears the delivery person shuffle away.

Why shuffle? She stopped asking that question in her 20s, around her daughter Myon’s age. Though Myon’s only 4 feet tall, a trait she assumed to have inherited from her father, knowing she’s reached a plump weight of 320 lbs makes Mina proud. She knows she’s well fed and well taken care of, as all dog girls and women should be.

Opening the door, Mina stopped immediately. Why are these boxes reaching eye level? Normally her massive breasts, and seriously matching belly, usually requires the 823 lbs woman to bend over just to see anything usually on the ground. Or, when delivery drivers bother to read the package instructions, the moderately tall table outside. Being 8 feet tall is one challenge on its own… but when you’re as fat as she is, bending over is something else.

So imagine, having placed your faith in your daughter’s hands when she’s tasked with ordering 10 boxes of donuts off FlabDash… turn into 100. Each box packed with a baker’s dozen of assorted flavors.

“…You have got be kidding me. MYON!” the mother calls, waiting patiently as she hears her daughter shuffle into the front hall. Mina’s wide hips blocking the view of the door, she can’t see past her to the problem… yet.

“Yeah, Mom? What’s the problem?” Myon asks as she enters the hallway. Given the women’s sizes, they made sure the hallways were wide when moving in.

Mina steps aside, allowing her daughter to see past what her wide frame was previously hiding. Myon’s eyes go wide, her mouth silently moving as she counts to the two stack of boxes… even stacks.

Of 50. Each.

“I, uh, I…” she stutters, trying to figure out how she accidentally ordered 100 boxes of donuts. “…Oh god, I fat fingered it again, didn’t I?”

“That you did. We only needed 10 for the party, so guess where the rest will go.” Mina says with mild disappointment. She’s not surprised, truth be told. Her daughter is a klutz on occasion, just like her. She was simply hoping this wasn't one of those times.

The pair proceed to bring in the boxes, though to Myon’s surprise her mother guided the majority to Myon’s bedroom. Leaving only 10 boxes in the kitchen, alongside the rest of the preparations to feed the guests. When it’s all brought inside, and split accordingly to Myon’s surprise, Mina turns to her daughter. Her 8-foot presence towering over her, Myon can’t help but feel intimidated.

“I’m going to finish the rest of the party preparations. You, young lady, are going to take full responsibility for this. These extra donuts will not be going to waste, do you understand?” Mina’s hands are resting on her doughy hips, her huge belly and tits blocking her face, but Myon knows the expression on her mother’s face. She also knows what she meant.

She will have to eat them.

With a heavy sigh, Myon walks over to one of the stacks, opens a box and pushes the first donut into her mouth. Satisfied her daughter understood the task at hand, she steps out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

3 donuts in already, Myon rubs her stomach as it grumbles in hunger. Sugar is an excellent appetite stimulant for dog girls like Myon and, given their weight, it’s very clear they know how to eat. Stuff their faces.. and Myon has had plenty of practicing stuffing her belly full. Today is no exception.

Her shirt pulls tighter across her chest, her shorts pull even tighter as her belly and thighs bloat outward as she polishes off the first two boxes and starts on the next one. Crumbs and jam smatter across her lips as she shoves another past her lips, powdered sugar sprinkling onto her chest with the next donut. Each one tasting better than the last, the 21-year-old compelled to eat one after another.

Never mind the fact her mother told her to.

5 boxes down, her beachball-sized tits are truly straining her shirt’s buttons now, a shirt that’s failing to cover her much fatter belly that’s inching down her thighs as it bloats and sags. The same thighs ripping her shorts stitch by precious stitch, her butt cheeks ballooning more out of the shorts than already have been as they try and desperately fail to contain them. The pillowy fat encompassing her arms rip the sleeves apart.

First ten boxes down now, each donut eliciting a moan as she eats them.

“Oh my gods, these are so good!” she moans, shoving another donut into her mouth, her shirt ripping at the seams as her fat oozes through the holes formed in the fabric. With each new donut being consumed, the buttons struggling to hold her tattered shirt over her huge breasts pop one after the other. Each donut pushing her tits fatter and more free as her shirt finally splits open.

Just then, her shorts split open, the seems ripping all over as the remains fall to the floor and expose her massive ass cheeks. Her belly swelling fatter, sagging over her crotch and closer to her knees. The only piece of clothing left are underwear, but even those don’t last after 3 more donuts, snapping off and leaving the 4-foot dog woman completely nude as she continues to gain more and more.

20 boxes in, the 650 lb. behemoth is getting so fat and swollen, her massive tits making it harder to reach the next box as they swell fuller and rounder. Propped up only by her equally swollen belly full of digesting donuts.

30 boxes, Myon has to turn her huge rolls to reach from the side to get to her donuts now. Her belly flirting with the floor inch by inch, donut by donut, as her beanbag chair sized breasts defeated her reach 3 boxes ago. Of course, the boulders she calls her ass along with her side rolls and back fat keep piling on. Pushing out wider as they grow fatter.

“I can’t stop… mmm, I can’t stop eating! So good!” she moans through a mouthful of sugary, jellied and/or cream-filled pastries. All of which made a home in her several chins, neck fat, and chest fat, with more added every few donuts or so.

50 boxes down, and the Myon’s even surprised she can still stand at 902 lbs. Well, standing is a generous term, her couch sized belly resting fully on the floor and swollen out by a few feet. Her feet are smothered in her leg fat more and more, surprisingly helping her stay upright in its own way, as her massive swelling ass cheeks provide their own counter balance. Her cushioned arms are getting harder to lift and bed, but that doesn’t stop the hungry woman from stuffing even more donuts into her flabby face and growing even heavier.

70 boxes are in Myon’s gigantic belly, car-sized tits falling off the sides to the floor. Her stiff nipples pressing into the opposite wall, much like her ass has swollen to the wall behind her. Myon finally fell too, her 1150lbs of donut-fueled adipose not falling far thanks to how fat she’s grown. Thankfully, she was smart enough to pull the rest of the boxes onto her rolls so she could still reach them.

As long as her arms can move. And with her face rolls merging with her neck and shoulders at this point, that’s about all she can move… along with her mouth for more baked goodness.

At least, that was true until she’s eaten all but the last two. Try as she might, Myon simply couldn’t move her hand the last 2 inches to reach them, her arms all but swallowed by fat, her face barely allowing her to eye them sitting on her massive room-filling tits and belly. The walls were ominously creaking around her, but her legs were not only so swollen to be unable to move, her feet were long gone. If only she could reach…

The door swings open, cool air wafting over her massive body. A small gasp, then a chuckle as Mina’s voice spoke up.

“All done? Ah, you still have a couple left. Well, you know the rules, my girl. Your punishment ends when you’ve finished all of the extra donuts. Then we’ll talk about your… situation.”

The door closes. A whine rumbles through her swollen lips, as Myon renews her efforts.

I mean, come on, she’s only 1,400 lbs! What’s a blob of a girl gotta do to get some food around here?