No, gotta get some food first.

As texas leant back in her hazy state of mind, a ne sensation began to swell over her. A faint pain from deep within the enourmous belly that sat atop her. A strange emptiness that beggef her to fill it. She was hungry. "Man, i better eat!" She anounced giving her girthy horse tummy a firm slap. It rumbled in response, seeming to agree with her

Somewhere in the depths of texs mind, she screamed. She would never have done something like that normally. The tummy slap was a move she had seen so many of her plus sized foes perfomed. Part of her realised she was losing control, the plesure of being so fat and bubbly begining to take over. Unfortunately she was for to hungry to listen to this part of her brain and instead walked to the kitchen. Her tummy growling with anticipation.

She started like she normally w9uld in her weasel form, a small piece of toast with a paper thin layer of butter. As her teeth dug in, her taste buds lit up. Food had never taste so good. The toast was quickly wolfed down, barely chewed as it slid down her gullet into the empty cave of her stomach. Normally that would be enough to fill her, but that hunger lingered. Another piece of toaste was quickly demolished, then another. This one topped with some extra sweet sugery jam she found within Georgias cuboards. Again her taste buds lit up, and several more slices went down her throat. Each tasting better than the last!

Texas rubbed her gut, finnaly somewhat full from her feast of bread. She looked over at the worktop. She had eaten two whole loafs of bread! The rational part of her brain flaired up. Screaming that this was bad, she had to find the witch doctor soon!...a rumble came from her tummy.

"UUUUUUURRRRRP!!!" A collosus belch roared from the sherif, makin the whole room shake slightly. With the noxious gas leaving her body, so too did the cloud of hunger and fat enjoyence. Texas finaly began to listen to the rational part of her , the part that was screaming just how wrong this was. But that belch, that earth shaking explosion of fouls smelling gas, felt extra amazing. She wanted to do it again she wanted to eat more, to cram her belly full of food and just let lose foul stomach churning gas that would kill flowers in less then a second. Her eyes wandered over to the fridge...