24 hours passed. Fox was still stuffing his face, sitting in the center of a wide crater about thirty feet wide and ten feet deep. He was massive, his blubber-filled body having burst out of his clothes a long time ago. Fox's cheeks were now balls of flab attached to either side of his face, which now had weight to them that made it hard for Fox to turn his head. Fox had developed a few additional chins, which jiggled every time he lifted his patted muzzle open for another bite. His belly was massive, a large, wide, plush mass of weight that sagged in front of him, reaching past his legs, holding him to the ground. Even if he didn't have his massive stomach pouring in front of him like a gigantic bean bag chair, he also had his wide, lardy rear end, too big for any pair of pants, and now simply two giant, jiggling globes of flesh exposed to the world-- or at least, Krystal. It didn't matter anyway; Fox just kept mindlessly stuffing himself, not caring a whit about how immobile he was getting, or even his recent nudity from growing too big to fit into his clothes... or possibly any clothes, for that matter!
Even after a full day of nonstop stuffing had passed, Fox was still going, ravenously shoving the food of the planet's own essence down his throat. Not only was the food incredibly addicting, it was also very fattening. And although the planet-stuffing session had initially begun as an eating contest, Fox had outpaced Krystal a long time ago, and Krystal, although outdone by Fox's immensely growing appetite, had eventually shifted to just simply feeding him. She had chubbed up a bit from the initial competition, though, now with fat bulging out of her two-piece, rolls bunching over the straps, she weighed a very healthy 350. But of course, now she cared more about increasing the mass of her newfound feedee than her own.
Both of them had already just ceased conversation completely, as the stuffing had continued for hours on end, neither of them running out of energy. And Fox just got fatter and fatter; now too big for clothes, he was a large immobile pile of flab, no longer caring about escape, only about stuffing himself. And over the course of that night-long session, those thoughts had shifted. Fox no longer just cared about food. He wanted size. Impossible size, in fact, he wanted to be the biggest being in the galaxy, to be heavy enough to dominate completely over those below him. He smirked as he continued to stuff, his cheeks wobbling, only striving to fatten himself more and more. He was now an entire ton of fox, somehow still perfectly healthy even after all of the weight he had somehow accumulated over the course of the night.
But Fox was no longer the seasoned leader of the StarFox team, not was Krystal his esteemed partner and friend. Fox was now nothing but a creature of gluttony, and Krystal his servant, bound by an unstated, yet definite commitment to stuff her mate, and fatten him more and more... until he was the largest being of all.
Time passed, the planet continuing to orbit through space almost anonymously, none aware of what could possibly be taking place on its surface...
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