Tamamo’s Curse

Chapter 1 - part one

*Warning: The story contains a massively fattened up fox girl, stuffing, and extreme weight gain. Also I never played FATE, so canon’s gonna be fucky. Or just wrong.

But we endure. For the kink.*

Tamamo no Mae woke up hungry. Which is probably the simplest description you can find in the world. One of may of the most simple, truthfully. What made this time so different, though, isn’t she just woke up hungry. No, Tamamo felt like she was outright STARVING, and that was most certainly a unique feeling for her.

Especially when she noticed there was a new buffet suddenly open down the street. Surely, this can’t just be a well-timed plot device for a story! ...Right?

“Hakuno!” she calls out to her master, “Hakuno, I’m famished, I need to eat! Hakuno, are you even home??”

Searching around their home, she found her master passed out on the couch, an open book laying face down on her chest, and snoring. Shaking her head, the kitsune snuck into her wallet, grabbing some cash before leaving the house without another word and heading to the buffet. As the door closes behind her, Hakuno stirs at the soft of the door latching, only to look up and see Tamamo through the window.

“What are you up to…?” she quietly wonders, as the kitsune begins to make her way down the street.

It was only a few short blocks to the new buffet, Tamamo’s hand on her growling flat stomach as she approached the front doors. The smell was certainly intoxicating, the fox girl needing to fight the strong urge to drool as her hunger becomes nearly overwhelming. The sounds of her stomach growling turning a couple heads, even, as she pushes through the double doors. Ignoring how oddly wide they are.

One of the restaurant’s hosts looks up and sees the kitsune, eyeing her hands tightly gripping her audibly roaring stomach.

“Hi, how many are we seating--” her sentence is cut off early as Tamamo interjects.

“Just me today!” she says, her attempt at being polite nearly ruined by the undertone of desperation in her voice.

“Of course, right this way, please.” the host politely responds, silently taking the $20 she put in her hand before stepping away to lead her to one of the many tables. Almost fittingly, the fox girl is led to a fairly wide booth, where the server politely bows before she steps away. Tamamo politely waits until she’s out of line of sight before rushing to the buffet tables and amassing half a dozen plates stacked with food.

“Alright, stomach, time to meet your match!” Tamamo proudly boasts, not that anyone was listening.

Plopping down in the booth, the fox girl begins to dig in in earnest. In true fashion, much like her sudden hunger being alien, so are the immediate effects on her body as she begins to feast. Within seconds, the kitsune’s body is already softening as her belly and breasts first soften then expand outwards with fat. Her arms and legs jiggle slightly as they strain against her sleeves and pants as her butt joins the action.

“Mmm, gods, I’m so hungry, I need more!” the now obese fox girl moans through her food, one hand rubbing her belly even as it fattens into her fingers. As it continues to grow bigger and softer, her side rolls tear open her shirt, exposing her growing flabby body to the world. Her breasts and shoulders plump up thicker and softer, the sleeves of the top vainly holding on for dear life.

Even as her clothes begin to shed and tear as she tips over 300 pounds, what should have been embarrassing is somehow ignored as her stomach simply roars for more. Half her table cleared, pudgy fingers and large growing gut smash into the food, handfuls of chicken, or fries, or pasta being scooped up into her hungry maw. Every bite making her bigger, soft, fatter. Nothing seemed to satisfying her belly, it only yearned for more as she continues to gorge and fatten.



The massive mound of flab Tamamo would call her belly knocks over a pile of ‘clean’ plates onto the floor, smashing them as the 700 lbs of fox girl twists her enormous rolls for the next plate… and finding nothing.

“No… no, still so hungry!” she moans, almost sexually despite her desperation, much to many onlookers’ confusion. The nearly immobile kitsune grunts as she pulls her mighty stomach off the impressively strong table, nearby onlookers having pulled their attention away from their meals and staring at the nude kitsune as she waddles back to the food.

Instead of grabbing more plates this time, however, she simply grabs one of the large serving spoons and digs in. First the mac and cheese, then mashed potatoes, followed by picking up pans of gravy and gulping them down. One by one, each pan of food has it contents stuffed into the ever fattening mouth of the fox girl, her entire body growing much larger and certainly faster than anyone watching could think possible.

Yet, her belly grows fuller and fatter, her breasts swelling with fat as they sit full on top like deflated basketballs. Her thighs each grow thicker than most people’s bodies, the cellulite-dimpled flab fully encompassing her knees and soon ankles. Even her backside, too fat to be contained by any form of pants, plumping outward and ever rounder as more food is consumed so freely. More pans continue to be scooped or shoveled, some picked up and tipping into her open maw as her belly continues to expand bigger and fatter. Pushing into and on top of any counter space she stands in front of, while the lower half inches lower and rounder to the floor.

The couch crushing legs and massive ass behind her wobbled and shook violently, as the insatiably hungry Tamamo moans out for more food, with no one daring to intervene. Even as the 1,200 lb blob of a fox girl finds herself needing to grapple and shove her floor reaching gut to the next table, and the next. Her massive breasts, surprisingly still round despite their size comparative to bean bag chairs and forming rolls of their own, posing their own obstacle to be reached around by her flabby pillowy arms. Each one posing more and more of a burden as she continues to gorge and grow still fatter. Still hungrier.

At least until she eyes the dessert table and soda fountain, then the crowd gasps as they begin to wonder if they should leave the building...