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“Ugh, what a day...”

Max came in through the front door with heavy footsteps and an exhausted sigh. His tight shirt and tracksuits hugged his skin as he wiped sweat off his brow with his powerful arms.

Max was a deer with a very forward attitude towards working out. He'd often supplement a heavy protein diet with hours of working out every day. It was his hobby, he enjoyed it, and he also enjoyed the progress it had eventually made on his body. A few years ago it was unnoticeable, however, now, Max was incredibly well built, like some sort of big, brash machine.

He slipped off his shirt as he looked into the bathroom mirror, admiring his well toned body. His finesse had peaked, with very shapely arms. His biceps were big enough to dedicate the theme of strength to the rest of his body, further exaggerated by his impressive pecs. The deer's midsection was generously ripped, a very protrusive six-pack in clear view, right above his convex thighs, which bulged with power. His legs were also toned in a god-like fashion, every part of Max's body showed that he had worked on it fairly well, and as a result, he was incredibly well built. Even his huge antlers exuded the power of confidence.

Today, however, his spirits were gloomy. The gym he frequented in town had recently closed, as many other citizens of the small conurbation he lived in had lost interest in working out. Sighing, Max thought about this, knowing fully well for months that the gym was sooner or later going to run out of customers, what with many of the denizens either far too busy to work out, or simply too lazy. He didn't have a problem with overweight folk around here of course, he just lacked the company of a fellow body builder. Of course, now it didn’t matter. He'd done a lot of work today, he just needed to figure out where he could exercise tomorrow...

Sitting down to a large couple of steaks, he shifted his eyes around his flat. It wasn't really that big, especially not for someone of his build. He wasn't going to be able to keep up his body training in here, and he didn't really like exercising outside with the poor weather the town was having recently... Perhaps he could look somewhere else up tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to eat, change, and go to bed.

He travelled through his flat after finishing his “quick” meal, the novelty of having to duck under door frames never died out on him, it only reminded him of how big he was and how well he'd built himself. He enjoyed being big. It was a confidence that was totally lost on him about a decade ago.

Splayed out on his king sized bed in nothing but underwear, he sighed deeply and relaxed. After a fairly generous money inheritance, he no longer had the need to work, which is why he so commonly visited the gym in the first place. He'd have to figure out what to do tomorrow, he thought as he floated into his unconsciousness, the night growing dark outside...

Max's dreams were actually fairly tame in comparison with everyone else's, they were pretty much slightly altered versions of what had happened that particular day. For example, tonight he was dreaming of being in the gym once again, most likely a sign of remorse. He already missed it greatly. He'd be lifting dumbbells, and winking at the occasional passer by, often impressed at his sheer will and strength. This, of course, was no different from real life, as Max smiled, holding his pillow close...

The next day he got up pretty early, as per usual. His first priority was to search for somewhere else to work out. Outside was no good, there were no tools, and he didn't really like the whole “Rocky” approach to keeping fit. A quick online search also brought up nothing, the nearest gym being 70 miles away. He gave a reluctant tut and decided he'd stick on some breakfast while trying to brainstorm.

Breakfast for Max was a very important process, especially on a Sunday such as this. It consisted of 4 eggs, an entire pack of bacon, at least 6 sausages, all including beans, hash browns, toast and anything else he felt like eating. While he was initially concerned with wondering how he'd work it off, he was more concerned about filling his hunger first.

It took about an hour to finish breakfast in total, afterwards he sat on his couch, satisfied, but now a little uneasy. What did he have to do now? He switched on his TV to some comedy he hadn't heard of before. After a light chortle, he decided today he would relax. He didn't often take days off, and he had decided it would be good for him. He'd work off the food later.

What he didn't count on is that he'd be sitting there for 3 hours straight. It didn't matter, it was his day off. It wasn't like he had much else to do anyway! With lunch time now imminent, he decided a big eat was again necessary. It was out of character for him, but for some reason he felt lazy enough today, may as well just go for gold. Lunch consisted of a large bowl of soup, 4 servings, naturally, a bowl of rice and a large portion of chilli. This was actually pretty usual for Max's diet, however his growing concern came from the fact that if he continued like this without a gym, his muscle might fade into chub. He didn't have anything against fat guys, he just would've hated to see the hard work he put into his body go away.

Of course, that wasn't going to improve as Max continued just lounging around the place, eating without any form of exercise...

It was strange how Max was starting to feel content with a lazy attitude and a full stomach. He had always felt self-conscious about that sort of thing, and now that he was good looking enough to get rid of that self esteem drain, he was starting to enjoy being a bit more laid back. It certainly didn't stop him from emptying the fridge later that night...

And it wasn't until he had gotten to bed that he had realised just how much he had eaten. Normally he'd consume quite a lot, however, even with his usually heavy diet, he had binged quite a bit. He cradled his thoroughly stuffed stomach in his hands as he laid down, resting under the covers, a slight moan emitting from him as he rubbed his seemingly bloated belly. His abs were further out than usual, almost as if his mid-section had expanded with food. It hadn't dawned on him that this was what was going on. It also hadn't dawned on him that if he continued like this, his muscles would be replaced by softer fat quite quickly. The bed creaked under the muscley deer's body as he slowly fell into a food coma.

The next day he got up pretty late in the morning, stumbled towards his old desktop, and made another futile search for a nearby gym. No success. Well, he may as well try to stay productive... why not order some groceries? He did so, maybe enough to last about... 3 days. With a good few snacks here and there too in case he wanted to spoil himself. The delivery came that afternoon, as he stocked up his kitchen, and prepared lunch – just as big as the day before, if not, bigger.

In fact, Max's eating habits were starting to grow unruly. Instead of designating himself meal times, he had actually just been randomly munching here and there all day. What he hadn't anticipated was just how fast he would be getting through his “3-day stash”, with nothing more than half a dozen eggs and half a loaf of bread left by the end of the night.

Max clasped at his belly, which, once again felt bloated. He was certainly satisfied, but he was worried this would be at the cost of his physique, as he was right to be. His 6-pack felt internally taut, and slightly rounder. Max had also noticed a certain softness throughout the crevasses around his body. He was still incredibly toned, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he felt a little... softer in some areas. He hadn't lost weight at all, in fact, Max could've sworn he had gained a little. He decided that he would look further into this the next day...

Of course, like before, Max's “looking further” consisted of another 10 minute internet search he eventually gave up on, and ordered food. Much more food. Slowly but surely, his “I'll find a place to exercise later” attitude took over as he enjoyed the simpler life of generally lounging around and eating generously. Of course, while he fully knew he wasn't working off his excess eating, he didn't realise just how fast this would catch up with him, as his stomach steadily began to grow, little by little...

By this point, Max had given up on the concept of a gym search, hanging around in a sort of workout limbo. Sub-consciously, he was enjoying being lazy, and it was slowly but surely beginning to show. The deer was still heavily built, and very tall, however the appearance of his muscles were less ripped. His legs and arms were still pretty bulky, but not as angular. The ridges were rounded, smoothing his physique while keeping the size.

Max's mid-section, however, had changed the most drastically. His waistline had widened quite visibly, his 6 pack pretty much non existent. Comparably his chest didn't look as big and flat anymore, with the area around his belly now softer. The deer had noticed this, but had disregarded it, not counting it as a problem.

This was only going to worsen as the deer's diet had actually increased in size. Ordering in bulk was futile, as Max would often end up snacking and binging himself until most of the food was gone, and he had to order even more the next day. This wasn't great, considering he was now eating enough to feed 4 others normally of his stature, and was only eating more. However, this was all disregarded as Max continued with this new, relaxed lifestyle. He was happy right now, and that was all that mattered.

Max woke up, generally following his routine. A good, early time, early enough for his morning activities to get done. However, today was as unusual as ever. He'd shower normally, rubbing around his body, looking around himself and noticing his increased bulk. He had actually increased quite a bit in size, he was going to have to weigh himself...

Drying off his fur he stepped onto the scales, curiously staring at the number as it reached up to a rather hefty 325lbs, easily 50 or so more than when he used to hit the gym. Granted, as Max stood in front of the mirror, he recognised that it accounted for some of his muscle left, but there wasn't that much. In fact there wasn't much evidence left of Max's hard and tedious working out at all.

The deer's paunch had rounded out quite significantly now, even bulging from the waistband of his jeans quite visibly. His chest had also bulked, no longer flat and tough, but soft and rounder. Even his rump felt tight against the boxers, leaving no room for creases in the material. As Max patted his larger butt, he began to understand just how much his waistline was increasing, and that he was no longer as toned. Strangely, Max rubbed around a bit, and grinned.

He didn't know what it was, the fact that his general rule was “bigger is better”, the fact that he was eating what he wanted and that made him feel good about life, or maybe even that his subjective self-consciousness had faded since he had grown all muscley. He was certain that he was enjoying this new bulk. Rubbing his belly, he figured that maybe working out wasn't everything in the world, he was still happy with the way he was now.

Of course, this was a hazard Max was unaware of. It'd be alright if he would work out a little bit now and then to maintain a regular weight, but over a mere week and a half, Max had gotten super lazy. That combined with his new “It's alright to have a bit of belly” attitude was the beginning of a slippery slope.

This time Max was a bit more frantic about ordering food online. Instead of “How long would this last?” he would think along the lines of “How quickly am I gonna eat that?”. Ordering huge bulk offers in large quantities, Max had easily roused up a stock that would last 2 or so months - for a normal person, at least. Max grinned as he imagined maybe finishing it off in a week. Which was particularly bad, especially since what he was ordering now was incredibly indulging, packed with calories and sugars. The already massive calorie intake Max had set himself up for had only doomed him into getting even heavier, not that he cared too much...

Within 2 hours, the delivery came through, and after an arduous process of lifting the food into his kitchen, something Max was still fairly proficient at, he was left alone with it all. Licking his lips, he stared at the feast before him, packaged, ready for preparation, all for him. He felt hungrier than he ever had before as he put a hand against his soft gut.

Warming up the ovens and placing as much food as he could fit into them, he went into a sort of giddy stupor, unpacking and preparing said food as he excitedly thought about his incoming feast. Tearing into a packet of ham luncheon meat, he didn't even bother putting it on bread – instead he just munched and swallowed slice after slice, moving onto another pack, then another. It was an excitement he hadn't felt before, being able to eat and eat without caring about anyone else's opinions, including his own. It was a greed that was slowly growing out of control.

Max's tastes grew from luncheon meat to other pre-made fatty snacks, until he eventually gained the patience to make fully fledged sandwiches, on sub bread arranged with a myriad of meats, cheeses, sauces, all with inevitably large calorie values. Sandwich after sandwich was devoured as Max continued fuelling his need for more, he couldn't handle himself, he hadn't felt pleasure like this in a while. All the years of staying himself from overindulgence had built up to now, and he was loving every bite.

It was also beginning pile on the pounds on Max's frame too. As he devoured subs and pies and sausages, his belly began to bulge, rounding out even further, filling not only with food but fattening up, his waistline widening even further than before. He could feel his rump against the chair he stood in front of, rubbing it against the comparably small furniture, smiling to himself as he felt how curvy and enlarged it was, still eating more and more. His ex-pecs were now bulking dangerously, sagging as they turned to moobs, a signature of his unhealthily greedy diet.

Max only wanted more though. He could feel and see himself growing larger, and deep inside he saw it as the signal that he was living a life he wanted without the objectivity he normally face, if not an incredibly exaggerated one. Who cares if he got even fatter? Who was even going to stop him? With the many heaps of burgers and other meaty and fried goods, he signed off his muscley lifestyle into one of gluttony.

The many bags of foodstuffs Max had expected to last “around a week” had already diminished to about half their amount, with the now greedy deer munching on the burgers, quarter pounders, easily about 50 of them. Finally, the deer was full, sitting on the (thankfully) sturdy kitchen chair, rubbing into and around his now incredibly belly, which rounded a good 5 or so feet in front of him.

With a dazed look and a tired belch, he giggled to himself, looking down upon his gut. Normally he'd be horrified at how large he had gotten, but instead he smiled briefly, massaging around his body with both hands, moaning slightly. He was way taller than average, but that wasn't to say that he wasn't now fairly past the heavily obese mark. Eager to see himself fully, he moved up to the bathroom, taking his shirt off and arriving at the mirror in a new pair of boxer shorts, the biggest size they had, yet still very snug around his rump.

Safe to say Max had gotten BIG. Any evidence of his arduous working out had either gone due to his recently lax nature, or was buried under pounds of deer flab. Instead, what stood before him was the remains of an incredibly greedy, and as a result, fatty cervidae.

Weighing himself, Max realised he was just under the 600lb mark. Giggling again, he started examining himself. Turning himself around, he noticed his butt resembled, along with his boxers, two over-inflated balloons. His back had the occasional edge, but overall just looked bulbous. The occasional fold around his chunky thighs marked his increased love handles, resting on his sides as he turned back around, rubbing around his heavily bloated mid section. Licking his lips again, he figured that not having to watch what he was eating made him the happiest he had ever been. Instead of stopping or losing some weight, he decided that he'd try gaining even more, his excitement furthered by the sheer weight of his footsteps, and the feeling of his belly weighing him down against the bed. He wanted to have that feeling of gaining weight again, and his recent eating addiction was only going to help that along...

And so it did. With the days progressing by, Max's passion for weight gain flared – as he continued to polish off ambitious supplies of edibles, his weight continued to soar. His round thighs grew rounder, his wide waist grew wider, and yet the fatter Max got, the fatter he wanted to get. He couldn't help it, the sheer greed he was now familiar with was too much to resist, with every stroke of his bulging love handles or occasional brush of his hand on his massive sides, he grinned, and thought about those parts being even bigger. His already bulky 600lb frame continued to swell, 700 lbs, 800 lbs, 900 lbs, and still he wanted more and more.

One day, during yet another heavy delivery of fatty foods, he was recognised by the driver of the truck. A squirrel, fairly short and curious, looked him up and down with a look partially of confusion, but mostly of amazement.

“Don't I recognise you? Didn't you use to be like, really well-built?”

Max jolted at those words. It had been a while since he had actually left his house, what with his reluctance to exercise. Now someone was calling him out on being immensely obese, moving forward slightly, feeling either side of his belly against the frame of his front door, signifying just how greedy he was getting. Yet, he still wasn't ashamed. Instead, he placed both hands on his huge gut and laughed boisterously.

“Hah, yeah... I don't really work out that much now, I sort of got bored of that...”

“Uh-huh, I can see that.” The squirrel said brashly, pointing a finger and prodding the enormous deer, who barely even felt it beneath all of that flab.

“It's not a problem for you that I'm ordering so much to eat now, is it? I must be your biggest customer right now...” He said, smirking at his double meaning while smoothly rubbing his enormous behind.

“It's not that bad, I don't judge others for what they like! We actually have a massive overstock right now, so having you munching on so much is actually helping, big guy! Come to think of it, if you keep eating like this we might have the entire problem dealt with in a month. We're practically giving stuff away at the store right now...”

Max's mind immediately clicked. It was all too good to be true.

“Giving stuff away, hmm? And an overstock, I hear you say?” The deer's huge gut grumbled at the very thought.

“Tell you what then, I'm still gaining weight here, how about you let me deal with that “overstock” of yours, hmm?”

The deer said, moving his hands around his big bulbous belly, which right now resembled a massively over-inflated exercise ball with a deep naval.

“I know there's probably a lot, but y'know...” he said with a pat to his gut, causing it to jiggle vicariously, “I think I could consume it all.”

The squirrel looked around, then at the enormous belly of the deer.

“You sure? I say there's a lot, I really mean that there's A LOT.”

The deer only got more excited, imagining just how fat he could get from this. Maybe he could reach a whole ton, or even more...

With a little hesitation, the squirrel nodded. “I'll... see what I can do.”

Max took the food in and closed the door, smiling at the imprint of his feet on the carpet. Even the feet themselves looked bulkier, he was wondering how long his legs were going to be able to hold his weight – after all, he was only getting heavier.

Finishing yet another 20,000 calorie “light” meal, he made his way to the bedroom, smiling once again as he felt his wide rump against the wall behind him before he clambered into his squeaky bed. It was a king size, yet he wondered how long it would be before it wasn't big enough to accommodate his own growing girth. Weight gain right now was definitely his main priority.

Dazed, Max felt an itch on the underside of his belly. Reaching forward in an attempt to scratch it, he found that he couldn't. Pushing down against the soft, warm expanse of his belly, he groped around with his entire hand trying to find the itch, before eventually getting to it. He was now awake, and fully reminded of his size once again. The sound of a truck outside caused his belly to grumble hard enough, he could feel it across the rest of the bed. Today was going to be good. He was going to do nothing but non-stop eating.

“I don't know if all this is gonna fit in your house, man!”

It was the squirrel. Max opened the window to look, his mid section too big to fit through. He wasn't kidding, it wasn't just a truck, but a full-sized lorry. And by the looks of it, it was totally full. Wow, Max was in for a treat tonight...

“Uhh... just put it all in the back garden! I'll get it later!”

It took about 40 minutes to transport it all, and Max's garden came very close to running out of space. Plastic stacks of pretty much every type of food were all placed against the sides, all for Max's enjoyment. The bulky deer's mouth started to salivate at the sight of it all.

“You sure you're gonna be able to, like, refrigerate all this stuff? It'll all go off in like, a day unless you do...”

The deer held both sides of his massive gut, dwarfing the comparably tiny squirrel and winking at him.

“Don't worry, I've got it covered.”

“Oh. Wow, alright, I wish you good luck with all of this then.” The squirrel uttered, slightly astonished, yet seemingly impressed. “Thanks for helping us shift it all!”

With that, Max was left all alone with an entire market's worth of food, not knowing where to start. One thing was for definite, he was going to eat and eat and eat, never stopping, just to sate his enormous appetite. That, and to see just how big he could get.

The enormous, greedy dear lost his mind as he immediately dived forward, managing to reach across his belly for the first thing he could – a box of croissants. Unloading it into his maw and going for another, he no longer cared about his appearance to anyone else, only that as long as he was getting bigger, it didn't matter. He could feel the pangs of his hunger reduce, but this only conveyed that he was slowly filling himself, forcing him to eat even faster under his mindset of pure gluttony. He had to keep gaining!

“Mmmmhmmhmm... so delicious...”

Eventually he'd gone through all the pastries, and moved to the next stack, piled high with delicious cereals and breads, from the usual stuff to luxurious delicacies. On his way to the stack however, he realised he was having trouble with mobility all together.

He was now so fat that his monstrous mid-section was sagging over his enormously thick legs. His actual movement was impaired with his many rolls of soft deer flab! He was still, however, intent on eating anything and everything around him. Thinking, he decided he'd make one, huge master-pile and sit next to it, stuffing himself to immobility, while keeping access to the food so that he could keep fattening himself even further.

Doing this was a struggle, not just because the food was so heavy, but he was as well. Eventually he managed, the corner of his space now taken up with an astonishing pile of all sort of different foods. It was incredible, looming over the deer's mass. Well, for now, anyway.

Max parked his gargantuan rump against the nearby fence next to the food heap, reached forward and immediately started binging. He wasn't taking time to chew, just swallowing and consuming as much as he could in as little time as possible. His eyebrows rised as he let himself go entirely, his expansion spurring him on to eat more, get even heavier, continue to grow bigger and bigger. It was a pleasure he experienced ten-fold compared to working out and gaining muscle, and he was enjoying every pound he packed on.

“Mmmff-... more! I need more! Oh yeah....”

As the deer continued to consume hundreds of boxes of cereal, and all sorts of other fatty treats, he only got fatter and fatter, the very feeling both a pleasure to him and a hazard to the environment around him. The grass was flattened under the gigantic animal, who's weight rose further and further without any remorse. The sheer mass of his rump was combating the fence behind him, his rear end slowly pushing and riding up the gated wood, swelling and pushing as the fence creaked helplessly, unable to contain the widening deer as he ate and ate and ate.

“Must keep going... getting so biig... must get bigger...Mmmmm”

Still the deer continued stuffing himself, watching himself swell outwards with more and more flab. There was no way he would be able to get up now, not that he wanted to. His gigantic gut spanned a good 10 ft. outwards now, and showed no signs of stopping as Max reached over for more and more with his heavy arms, pushing his lard-laden moobs aside with sudden jiggles. His enormous love handles sagged like enormous furry bags of sand, resting upon his bulbous, round legs which grew and grew. He must have weighed around an entire ton by now, but the formerly body-built deer was still not satisfied! He needed more! He had to keep getting even bigger!

Soon came the part Max was looking forward to. Past the rest of the pile, it had eventually gotten to around his height, the corpulent beast had already torn through half of the food supply. What was left, however, was the best. Sweets, chocolate, cakes, all sorts of things normally taken in moderation now to help in super-sizing the gluttonous deer. Max was excited.

“Hehe, I'm nowhere NEAR fat enough yet...”

Luckily for Max, he had no neighbours. Not only for the amount of noise he was making, and his recent inability to move, but the fence behind him was starting to get bent out of shape. As Max shoved chocolate cakes and scones and tarts into his waiting maw, he began to gain too much mass, and with a few final creaks, the wood split open, collapsing that section of the fence and releasing Max's huge ass, which subsequently crushed the wood beneath it as Max binged himself into euphoria.

“Bigger!... BIGGER!...”

He just kept getting wider and wider, practically inhaling every handful of confectionary he could reach, his gigantic thighs riding down more of the gate, while his enormous rump swelled beyond the limits of his garden slightly. His huge belly was starting to resemble a hugely inflated water-bed now, with warm auburn fur and a naval you could probably lose your arm in. It'd likely take more than just a forklift to move the corpulent mammal. He had gained so much weight, it almost looked as if he had tires around his neck, with his face partially enveloped in flab, his antlers protruding out providing a good location of his head past his humongous cheeks. Thankfully, for the grass under Max and the fence around him, he had gotten too fat to manage any more. Finally, the huge cervidae's appetite had been sated.

He looked around himself, at the destruction he'd inadvertently caused, and the sheer size of himself. With a large, heavy paw, he pushed against his belly, watching it sink in as he murred gently to himself. He couldn't think of any other description than pure bliss. He was absolutely loving being at this size, eating as much as possible without caring at all, the deliberate weight gain, being so big and unmovable. He admired every pound of himself, and there was a lot to admire. After all, he must have reached just over 2 tons of deer flab by now.

“Nnnggh... mrrrrrr....”

He considered what was going to happen next though. He was definitely going to need help from someone else, but what about after then? He might stay at this current weight, maintain it, keep a heavy diet. He enjoyed being this big. For now, anyway...

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