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The living area was littered with the spoils of war. Bags of fast food joints, boxes of donuts and pizza, bottles of soda, cartons of milk and juice, and of course, countless jars of peanut butter. All of them empty and practically licked clean. Winston was incredibly stuffed, more than he ever felt in his life. He must have hit a new record as he was reduced to labored breaths and belches as his gut tried in vain to recover any room to breathe. However, it seemed with each burp, the mountains upon mountains of food he had consumed just filled what little room there was. In fact, if felt almost like he was expanding despite having long finished.

"BUURRRRAAAAP!!! Grodd... *belch* Can you... murrph... come in here... UUUUURRRP!" It took all Winston could just to even form sentences. He had stuffed himself silly that speech was actually becoming difficult. He knew something was wrong. He had stuffed himself to the gills before, but he was always fine before. But this... This was different. He attempted to walk towards wherever Grodd was, only to trip on his now stubby legs and tumble forward. Thankfully he caught himself and rebalanced himself by kneeling as best as he could. However, the truth was somewhat worrisome. He felt something cold touch his gargantuan gut and he realized that his belly was now touching the ground. Had he really gotten that fat? If so, walking could become difficult. But not impossible. Winston placed a hand on his belly and prepared to make himself upright again... only to realize that he couldn't move! He tried to lift his kneeling leg, but the moment he did he was greeted with a sharp pain in his bones. Panic then began to set in Winston's mind. Did he... did he break his leg with his fat alone? It would make sense. He had been having trouble with being mobile for so long that loosing it was no longer a matter of "if", but "when". It appeared that Winston had reached the logical conclusion.

His breathing became more ragged and he could feel his heart beat faster and faster. Fear was taking a hold of him. If he didn't get some form of attention soon, he could go into cardiac arrest from sheer shock. But he wasn't near a phone and he didn't hear Grodd respond back. He tried again to call for aid, but each time he did a long, disgusting belch exited his mouth instead. He could slowly feel his chest tightening as his lungs struggled against his heavier body. Is this it? Was this how he was going to die?

"I tried to warn you, didn't I?"

That was the voice of his mate, Grodd, who had heard his cries, or belches rather, and had prepared an oxygen mask and tank. He quickly placed it onto the rotund ape and silently told him to breathe. Winston complied and took in as much oxygen as he could. Slowly, he felt his body relax. He still felt heavy and full, but he was much better than a few moments ago. Winston looked up at Grodd, who wore a look of genuine concern.

"Didn't I tell you that I would be the one to take care of you if something should happen to you?" Grodd began, setting a hand on Winston's shoulder. "Why did I tell to go on a diet before? Because I didn't want you ending up so big that you hurt yourself. If I wasn't here, what do you think would have happened?" Guilt washed over Winston. He had been so caught up in the thrill of being big that he had forgotten all about his mate's feelings. How could he do such a thing? How could he be so careless? Winston sighed as he gave his savior an apologetic look.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Grodd. I..." Winston would have continued, but another loud belch interrupted him. Grodd simply shook his head.

"If you're going to keep this weight, I'll be fine with it. But you have to trust me to take care of you from now on, okay?" To this, Winston nodded, knowing that if something like this happened again then he wouldn't be so lucky next time. Grodd sighed in relief and gave his chunky monkey a warm, passionate kiss. "Good lord, took you long enough. I swear, for a scientist you're incredibly lacking in common sense." As he said that, Grodd brought in what could only be described as an industrial wheelbarrow to haul Winston back to his room. After a bit struggle, the two made their way to their private chambers where Grodd gave Winston the lustful look he always used to give.

"By the way," Grodd began, feeling his member harden as he saw his mate laid atop their bed, his belly jutting high into the air. "Hope you're ready for another stuffing..."

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The living area was littered with the spoils of war. Bags of fast food joints, boxes of donuts and pizza, bottles of soda, cartons of milk and juice, and of course, countless jars of peanut butter. All of them empty and practically licked clean. Winston was incredibly stuffed, more than he ever felt in his life. He must have hit a new record as he was reduced to labored breaths and belches as his gut tried in vain to recover any room to breathe. However, it seemed with each burp, the mountains upon mountains of food he had consumed just filled what little room there was. In fact, if felt almost like he was expanding despite having long finished.

"BUURRRRAAAAP!!! Grodd... *belch* Can you... murrph... come in here... UUUUURRRP!" It took all Winston could just to even form sentences. He had stuffed himself silly that speech was actually becoming difficult. He knew something was wrong. He had stuffed himself to the gills before, but he was always fine before. But this... This was different. He attempted to walk towards wherever Grodd was, only to trip on his now stubby legs and tumble forward. Thankfully he caught himself and rebalanced himself by kneeling as best as he could. However, the truth was somewhat worrisome. He felt something cold touch his gargantuan gut and he realized that his belly was now touching the ground. Had he really gotten that fat? If so, walking could become difficult. But not impossible. Winston placed a hand on his belly and prepared to make himself upright again... only to realize that he couldn't move! He tried to lift his kneeling leg, but the moment he did he was greeted with a sharp pain in his bones. Panic then began to set in Winston's mind. Did he... did he break his leg with his fat alone? It would make sense. He had been having trouble with being mobile for so long that loosing it was no longer a matter of "if", but "when". It appeared that Winston had reached the logical conclusion.

His breathing became more ragged and he could feel his heart beat faster and faster. Fear was taking a hold of him. If he didn't get some form of attention soon, he could go into cardiac arrest from sheer shock. But he wasn't near a phone and he didn't hear Grodd respond back. He tried again to call for aid, but each time he did a long, disgusting belch exited his mouth instead. He could slowly feel his chest tightening as his lungs struggled against his heavier body. Is this it? Was this how he was going to die?

"I tried to warn you, didn't I?"

That was the voice of his mate, Grodd, who had heard his cries, or belches rather, and had prepared an oxygen mask and tank. He quickly placed it onto the rotund ape and silently told him to breathe. Winston complied and took in as much oxygen as he could. Slowly, he felt his body relax. He still felt heavy and full, but he was much better than a few moments ago. Winston looked up at Grodd, who wore a look of genuine concern.

"Didn't I tell you that I would be the one to take care of you if something should happen to you?" Grodd began, setting a hand on Winston's shoulder. "Why did I tell to go on a diet before? Because I didn't want you ending up so big that you hurt yourself. If I wasn't here, what do you think would have happened?" Guilt washed over Winston. He had been so caught up in the thrill of being big that he had forgotten all about his mate's feelings. How could he do such a thing? How could he be so careless? Winston sighed as he gave his savior an apologetic look.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Grodd. I..." Winston would have continued, but another loud belch interrupted him. Grodd simply shook his head.

"If you're going to keep this weight, I'll be fine with it. But you have to trust me to take care of you from now on, okay?" To this, Winston nodded, knowing that if something like this happened again then he wouldn't be so lucky next time. Grodd sighed in relief and gave his chunky monkey a warm, passionate kiss. "Good lord, took you long enough. I swear, for a scientist you're incredibly lacking in common sense." As he said that, Grodd brought in what could only be described as an industrial wheelbarrow to haul Winston back to his room. After a bit struggle, the two made their way to their private chambers where Grodd gave Winston the lustful look he always used to give.

"By the way," Grodd began, feeling his member harden as he saw his mate laid atop their bed, his belly jutting high into the air. "Hope you're ready for another stuffing..."