It was a beautiful night for the lovely vixen named Breanne because she just finished an intense workout, so she decided to celebrate with a bowl of low calorie popcorn with no salt and butter. She has been intensely dieting for the past week to fit into a size six and she was very proud of herself and she wanted to kick back for a quiet night of television. A ring in the air killed the silence and with a roll of the eyes, she answers the phone. "Hello." She says with a smile. "Hello Breanne!" an ominous voice said. "What're you doing?" Cheerfully Breanne replies "Oh I'm cooking some popcorn." "That's all?" the ominous voice says. "Yeah and maybe some water." Breanne said with a hint flirtation in her voice. "Do you surf the net" the ominous voice asked. "Yes I do." She replied. "Have you ever visited 'The Round House'?" "Yes I have. It's a site that feature fat furries. I really don't get it. Why would any sane furry send pictures of themselves in all their obese glory. It is really pathetic how they degrade themselves." Breanne says with an increasingly angry tone. Her stomach begins to growl as result of her frequent crash diets and really wanted to eat that popcorn. "I remember when you were fat." The ominous voice pondered as Breanne feigns concern. "I remember when you would just eat and eat. Buffets use to ban you from their all you can eat specials, and when you amazed me with your ability to down a sub sandwich in one gulp. I liked that about you." Breanne bristles and she replies "Monica is that you?" "That's not important right now. What are you wearing?" The ominous voice asked. "A sweater and jeans, why?" The voice didn't answer. "Hello, Hello, Monica are you still there?" Breanne ask with a concerned voice as the bell rings signaling that her popcorn is ready. She was feeling really nervous as her hunger began to grow to an intense degree. She turns her head and sees three cakes, of different flavors, sitting on a table. "They're your favorites." The ominous voice said as she revealed herself to be Monica, a brown mouse furry. "Long time no see, Breanne." She picks up a knife and started to advance towards her. "Remember how you use to taunt me in high school about my weight?" Breanne calmly watches her as she raises her knife. "Now its payback time." Monica proclaims as she violently sinks the knife...into the cakes and slices them into twelve pieces. Then she picks up a fork and proceeds to feed Breanne. It's been so long since she had anything sweet to eat, that she begins to eat slice after slice in big bites, and she was in complete ecstasy. Unbeknownst to her, her stomach was expanding with each bite. Her sweater was starting to stretch as her tummy kept expanding while Monica cheerfully looked on while snapping photos with a small camera. With the completion of the first cake, her jeans grew tighter until finally the button pops off. Monica watched on as she proceeded to feed her another cake. Halfway through her pants slowly unzipped as her stomach began to slump over. "That's a good vixen. Eat every morsel." Monica coos. Breanne was in complete bliss as she quickly gulped the second cake. When the third cake came into play she started to slide down the wall with each bite. "I guess this was a bad time to be wearing control top pantyhose." Breanne pondered. Slumped onto the floor with her stomach fully expanded and two slices left, she is in a very intoxicating mood. She starts to hiccup when she asks "Geez, Monica!" she says with a smirk "Just how fat do you want me?" Breanne promptly finishes the last cake and with a big smile, she begins to rub her stomach in complete satisfaction. Monica rubs her stomach too, admiring her handiwork. "Well I got to go develop these pictures and scan them on my computer." Monica says. "Why?" Breanne asks. "I'm going to submit them to 'The Round House'. I'm sure Darkwulf would appreciate a fine plump model such as yourself." She leaves Breanne on the floor as she in small way like her round stomach and after letting out a huge burp, she thinks with perverse smile. "I hope she caught my good side."