"I'm telling you, bigger is definitely better, every time. What little girl or girlfriend isn't going to want this huge fella to squeeze and use for a pillow all the way home?"

Bright plastic eyes blinked open, finding himself nestled atop pillows that felt as plush as he was. Now and then, sensations and images drifted through the comfortable haze, as he turned his head, seeing a figure retreating into inky shadows beyond the lamplight that glowed from the top of the carnival game booth. Weathered, worn wooden letters in flecked, peeled paint had long since faded from their original eye-catching, bright yellow, blending into the golden, electric lamplight overhead. Reaching a thick, cotton paw out, Pacato inspected the velvety pillows he reclined against. Was he... finally Home?

He remembered being cuddled amid dozens of other plushes; tight and close, staring out from the tagboard they all hung from. From noon until late at night, when the glowing, spinning spokes of the Ferris wheel would reflect in Paca's eyes, he'd listen to the others tell stories about how good it would feel to become chosen. To have someone take you Home, where you'd be looked after, kept stuffed, and be given all the love and affection and hugs you could ever want. It made his fluffy tail twitch, as he gazed out, imagining his floppy arms draped over someone's shoulders when he would be chosen. He pictured himself nestled onto the Ferris wheel, cuddled right beside them, his ice blue eyes widening in wonder when he'd see more and more of the world stretch out before him; the fairgrounds, then the farm fields, the finally, over the hills, the distant lights of the town's houses, where he'd be tucked into bed, have his plump, round cheeks kissed, and big, soft belly hugged all night long. Was this what it would be like? Nestled atop the softest pillows forever, to have the ample softness of his own body kneaded and rubbed and squished and playfully poked...

"Come on, big boy, time for another bag... you've got some fattening up to do if you're going to be our grand prize."

Set against the overhead lamp, Paca couldn't make out the features of the anthro who'd returned, only to see they had two bags of brand new polyfill cotton, stuffed to stretching taut and nearly bursting. Ripping open the top of one, a heaping pawful was scooped out and nudged right below the fox's soft, leather-stitched nosepad. Opening his muzzle wide, the fox's tail slapped the pillow in delight as the whole pawful was all but pushed right into his velvety maw, the fluffy bulge travelling down past his fluffy mane of a neckruff, and into the already-plump swell of his belly that swelled out along the insides of his plump vulpine thighs. Another pawful was pressed to his muzzle, then another, scooping the cotton right out of the bag and into the fox's maw as fast as he could gulp the fluffy clouds of softness down. It was a wonderful feeling, as being transported for so long had left what should have been a fully plump, well-rounded belly lately deflated. Now, though, he felt a wonderful fullness replacing and filling in the empty, hollowed space.

It was a wonderful warmth that began at the tip of his magnificent, fluffy tail, as more and more stuffing thickened that brush out. It was turning into a properly plump, squishy and fluffy tail of a fox in its prime winter coat, ready for brushing and combing and draping around necks and shoulders like a chubby scarf. Next, his thighs began to thicken and fill out all the more, stretching fuller, rounding out until they resembled ham hocks. The stuffing bag's plastic crinkled as it tipped higher, pushing more and more muzzle-filling mounds of fluff in. The very edges of his vision began to fill with the puffy curve of fatter, fuller cheeks, the white stripe of fur that made up his cheekruff swelling into a broad oval as it plumped out as full and chubby, cotton filling out every possible inch.

With every mouthful he gulped, more of that filling warmth found its way to his toes, his paws, swelling them as plush and full as the stitching would hold. Getting more and more replete by the minute, a happy squeak escaped his muzzle, only to be muffled when his jaws were again stuffed to the brim with another fat cloud of cotton. Greedily, he gulped and swallowed, squirming in pleasure when one of the paws feeding him pressed carefully into the very front of his belly, feeling how that fluffy swell bulged around each digit like a velvet pillow.

"Wanna get bigger than all the others, don't we...?" Those finger scritched along the middle seam of the fox's belly teasingly, poking the tip of one fingerpad into it, as Pacato felt it sink inwards, his fat belly bulging out around it. "Gonna have to come up with a story for you, now. Don't see too many foxes turnin' into butterballs like you... background stories make it all the better for the kids to win you. Let's see..." Those fingers drummed lightly over the top of that belly, as the first empty bag was tossed aside, only for a second to take its place, held right next to his muzzle, each paw holding it like a feedbag for a horse. Without thinking twice, Paca plunged his muzzle into the top of the bag and began to gulp.

"A big, round boy like you out in the countryside? I'd say you waddled your way over to our carnival right after you'd done raided a henhouse and stuffed yourself on every last bird..." That stuffing bag was tipped higher, now, so it was all the plush fox could do to gulp and swallow, feeling more and more soft, filling weight crowd into that fat, round belly. Fuller, rounder, he wanted more! Plunging his head into the bag, he reached a pudgy paw in, scooping a constant helping of cotton in as fast as he could swallow. Every gulp send a new, fluffy bulge straining down the fox's throat, puffing his fluffy chest outwards, then settling into place as his belly began to swell and distend even more.

"Ate yourself so big and fat, you couldn't squeeze in under your tree, so this fair was the only place you could hide out..." With every swallow, a blissful warmth slid down the seam bisecting his belly, as he could feel it drawing tighter, less slack and saggy, replaced with an ever-increasing sensation of incredible fullness. With a grunt of effort, Pacato tried to rock onto his side, but now, his belly was swelling so heavy and full, it bulged down to squish over the top and insides of his legs, forcing them to splay wider and wider apart. Instead, the bag was propped right atop his belly, tipped so that he could plow his muzzle like a snowblower into the bottom of the bag, until he finally collapsed back atop the pillows, feeling unbelievably wide and thick. His once-pear shaped body had grown as squishy and wide as a beanbag chair, so that when he looked down, his blue eyes widened at just how huge a hill of velvety, white plushness filled his vision. He could scarcely see his feet, hidden as they were beneath a belly big enough to be a full-sized pillow all its own!

Pulling the empty bag back, the shadowed figure turned around to fling it aside, stepping back out beyond the light and onto the straw-lined path. Spreading his arms theatrically, his voice raised, calling to an invisible audience. "That's right, boys and girls! As the winner of our biggest ticket plush ever, you (Yes, you!) can have the pleasure of bringing this big boy home! He'll keep your barn safe from mice, or every rabbit that looks at your hard-earned garden! Just keep him fat and happy with fried chicken and biscuits, and this fox'll be your friend forever! Step on up and try your skill!" Pacato pressed his paws gingerly into the top of his belly, rubbing back and forth, letting out a squeak when he felt it positively *wobble* with plush weight. Experimentally, he pressed and pushed both paws more firmly into it, only for every other part of his belly to plump out all the chubbier in displacement; rising up between his paws, pushing down over the top of his thighs so thick and squishy, it formed a lovehandle-like roll that overtook it, complete with doughy crease. Rubbing his paws over it again, a tingle of delight and spreading warmth grew as if he'd had a hot water bottle nestled right in the middle of all that cotton stuffing. He felt that plush swell roll over the base of his tail, squishy softness burying it for a blissful moment, before he gathered as much of its bulk as he could reach, hefting it upwards until he found his leather nosepad actually brushing, then pressing into the top of that curve! A muffled squeak escaped his muzzle again, as he nuzzled the top of his belly over and over, fluffy tail lashing from side to side.

The figure's words echoed in the fox's plush ears; could he *really* be the one that everyone strove to win? The biggest and best prize of them all? To be the guest of honor at a little girl's tea party and get stuffed with cakes and donuts until they fell out of his ears, or have a boy insist on letting him join the family at the dinner table when it was time for fried chicken and a pan of cornbread with honey... then get tucked in and snuggled into, so plump and cuddly, he'd be a sentinel against any nightmare. He was so lost in his daydreaming, that his ears sprang out to either side of his head in surprise when he heard the voice return right beside him.

"But just to be sure... let's stuff another bag's worth into you, tubby."

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Felt bit by the writing bug thanks to enjoying  PsychicImmortality 's latest series "Farmland Expansions", which if you enjoy feeding and weight gain, is a real treat, and well worth the time to read each chapter as they arrive!