Fairground Fattening Pt8

The coyote smiled nervously in appreciation as he handed Tamara another corndog. He had been doing this for about ten minutes and each time he anticipated her having enough, she always asked for another one. He had figured by now, after 20 corndogs had been devoured, she’d waiver in the slightest, but instead, she was raring to go.

“Delicious. I’ll, burp! Oh, excuse me! I’m just letting loose a little too much! I’ll, burppppppppppp!”

Tamara let out a thunderous burp that almost knocked the diminutive canine on his backside. He barely steadied himself as the behemoth of a woman before him decided against opening her mouth again, and just motioned for another. He gingerly grabbed one from the rack and handed it to her, watching her lift it up eagerly and passionately before cramming it into her open maw.

Tamara had left Dale’s about thirty minutes ago, coming in at 361 pounds. In that time, she had put on more than 55 pounds of lard onto her already corpulent body, and she was still going strong. She was starting to finally fill out her dress perfectly, the outline of her droopy gut and somewhat constricting panties on full display. Not that it bothered her in the least, she was too busy enjoying all the foods to even think about that.

Nor was she aware of the other changes that were occurring with each passing minute. For one, her hair, which she had put in a ponytail, was still growing out and had gone past her blubbery shoulder blades and was now a quarter down her back. Her hair in front was also growing, though not as fast. She would occasionally have to brush hair from her face when it impeded her eating, but otherwise she did not pay it any mind.

Her eyes had seemed to lose some of their sharpness as she ate, almost getting duller as the color changed from dark brown to a darker blue and now a very light blue. They shimmered brightly whenever they reflected the light from the sun, and it would bring an even bigger smile to her face. Her lips, like the rest of her body, had started swelling up as well, making her look more like an overinflated sex doll. It had caused her speech patterns to change ever so slightly, as some letters got more emphasis than before.

Other things were changing too, though she could not have been aware of them unless she removed her wallet, which she had no reason to do so. Her recently received license, which had listed her eyes as brown now had them at blue, and, her weight, which had been at 110 at the time of getting it, was now saying she was 400 pounds. Plus, it no longer listed her as living at her parent’s fancy mansion, it instead had her at an apartment complex a few towns over. There was no way her parents wanted their overweight, disappointment of a child around that long, would they? Especially since she barely graduated college with a C average. They didn’t mind seeing her for the holidays but that was it.

And so, as Tamara grew, things in her life changed and kept changing. She no longer believed she was going to Florida for a paralegal position, she know had heard that the company was looking for a legal assistant who could be trained and would not have to do much besides answering the phones. Tamara knew she wasn’t the swiftest tiger in the world, but she knew how to do that at least. Plus, if things went well, maybe she could make enough money to have the guy making the corndogs ship some to her new apartment. They were just too good.

All good things had to end though, and as she took down her twenty-fifth one, she decided it was time to really go looking for the meatball sandwich she had seen before. She started smelling around, lifting her nose up to see if she could catch a scent. She eventually did, sensing that it was a bit to the south. She thanked the coyote once more for his hospitality and waddled away, letting him see her tush bob up and down as her thighs rubbed and crashed together with her steps.