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The Doughy Beasts of NYC P.2
🕑 Added 2021-05-02 02:12:08 +0000 UTC“Kyaaah, come on!” Scurri whined, her chubby face forming an immense pout as she lowered herself down to Marcus’ height. “You’ve gotta! You’ve gotta you’ve gotta you’ve gotta!”
Marcus scowled, his arms crossed over his chest. He felt the strings in his chest dancing as he watched the girl’s large green eyes shimmer as if she were about to start crying, and turned to face away from her.
“No way,” he replied, looking past the hedge and into one of the central traffic areas of the park. He found himself looking towards the object of such heavy desires.
A large mobile stand had been erected across the pathway, right at the edge of the conservatory pond. The stand looked almost like an open-air carriage that you’d strap to a horse, topped with colorful decorations and a sign labeling it as ‘Freshly Made Doughnuts.’
Marcus didn’t know if erecting a food stand and selling goods inside Central Park was even legal, but that didn’t seem to stop the owners of the stand. Two men serviced the stand, one taking orders while the other operated what had to be a portable oven that was tucked into the stand, while an overweight shibe inu panted from her spot sitting atop of the counter.
As Marcus watched, one of the men took a chocolate glazed doughnut and offered it to the shibe, who took it in her mouth and-
Marcus’ sight was entirely cut off as a massive squirrel fell to her knees in front of him, loudly chittering. “If you don’t get us doughnuts, we’re gonna staaarve!”
“What’s wrong with the ones you have now?” Marcus gestured to Scurri’s sack of bagels.
“They’re not right! Ever since the doughnut shop changed, all their doughnuts taste bad! They’re bland and they’re boring!” Scurri waddled forward on her fat legs, taking Marcus’ hands while her tail swooshed back and forth, “This place is the real deal, and it’s driving us crazy!!”
Flutter, who seemed to have no quaims about the flavor of the bagels, picked her fourth chocolate-covered bagel out and began nibbling on it. “Cermrn Markoos,” she said through her mouthful. “Do-nuts!”
“Why can’t you just get them yourselves?” Marcus sighed.
Scurri’s tail bristled. She lifted herself up, her false tears disappearing instantly. “Are you kidding?!” she asked, bewildered. “Look at that dog! She has got to be rabid!”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt that that dog is…” Seeing the dog again, Marcus realized what she was eating. Or, rather, how she was eating it.
It was fresh doughnut covered with a thick chocolate glaze, pinched in her paws by her opposable thumbs.
Dogs weren’t supposed to have chocolate. But then, dogs were supposed to be covered in fur. This dog, this… girl, wasn’t. She was flesh, almost human save for the fur on her calves and which coated her forearms, but there was just so much more of her now.
A monster-girl pup, with a round and fat tummy spilling over her heavyset thighs that puffed up and down as she panted between bites and wearing a big, fat girl grin.
The young man felt as if someone had just wiped Windex on his eyes. One moment, there had been a dog sitting on the counter. The next, a woman was sitting there, her sharp ears high on her head and twitching as she affectionately bit into her creamy doughnut. She wore an orange and white tank top that matched her bright ginger hair, as well as a long pair of white leggings that clung the flab that filled out her legs.
“That kobold would take my tail off!” Scurri complained. “She may look like a total fatass, but she’s actually a total fatass bitch.”
Marcus wiped at his eyes, looking again at the female visage. Rather than fade, the redheaded dog-girl yipped in loud gratitude as she finished her doughnut, her hands wrapping around her exposed belly.
“Does Marcus not have any coins?” Flutter asked, leaning over his shoulder.
The young man blinked, watching the dog, the kobold, adjust herself so her untucked tummy spilled freely down to mid-thigh. “N-no, I…”
“Then get going!”
A pair of hammy arms shoved Marcus out of the brush, stumbling into the main path. Several people noticed him, decided he wasn’t worth their attention, and moved on with their lives.
He looked back, seeing Flutter and Scurri watching him over the bush, the latter giving him a large thumbs up while the former pecked at still another bagel. Marcus turned back to the stand and swallowed.
Marcus crossed the path into the main section, entering the line that approached the counter that was being smothered beneath the flabby pale skin of the redheaded bombshell. The kobold wasn’t exceptionally huge, not like Scurri or Bitey, but if Marcus hadn’t seen what big really was, this girl would certainly be setting that milestone.
There was too much fat for her to cross her legs, too many pounds in the lost war for her thighs. Her belly, large and heavy and filling her lap, had a deep naval that looked to be shining with a light layer of sweat.
It wasn’t even that hot out, but the kobold shibe looked as if just sitting and eating was so very tiring.
The next customer approached the counter, apparently not seeing the sweaty fatass who sat only an inch from where he rested his hands. “Hey, yeah,” he said to the owners. “I’ll take a half-dozen doughnuts. Glazed.”
Marcus felt himself amazed as a rumble quivered out from the kobold’s belly, seeming to quiver much of the stand as the redhead spoke, “And one for the doggey. Give ‘er a biscuit.”
“And one for the doggy,” the man repeated without looking at the girl, his New York accent vanished as he mimed her foreign tone. “Give ‘er a buiscuit.”
Marcus gaped.
The owner took the payment, gave the man a prepared box with an extra doughnut set on top, and only then did Marcus notice the kobold’s fluffy tail waggling madly behind her flab-covered body while the customer lifted it up to her maw and she took a huge chomp.
From somewhere behind him, Marcus heard Scurri shout, “You tease!!!”
The doggy was too busy bumbling noises of tummy delight to notice anything else, though she leaned in as the man pet her head before leaving the girl to munch on her frosted doughnut.
It was enough to make Marcus start sweating. Desperate to look anywhere else, he looked past the stand and into the pond, and into a pair of olive-green eyes that were staring right back.
Marcus nearly jumped out of his skin.
The eyes were feminine, long black lashes beneath wet black hair. They moved, lifting and falling shortly as the girl bobbed up and down in the pond, and Marcus could see colors shimmering against the dripping locks. Green and orange highlights intermixed with the darkness, giving the impression of looking at the girl through a sheet of water.
He was locked in place by her watching eyes, frozen stiff and watching the colors glitter throughout her hair.
“Arough roof, come ‘ere boy. You’ll wanna get the doggy her biscuit.”
Marcus started, realizing that he was next in line and that the kobold had been talking to him.
When he looked back, the other girl was gone.
He shook his head, feeling almost as if he’d had a headache, but approached the counter.
Around him, Marcus could hear the sounds of the park. People walking, talking, eating and drinking. Multiple conversations were all taking place and it was as if he could hear each of them. He worried if something had happened to his eyes, as the dusky gray of New York seemed more colorful now, somehow brighter, and had doughnuts really always smelled this good?
“What’ll it be for ya, son?” asked the shop owner, a big, bearded man speaking with a Scottish accent.
“Hey. Hi,” Marcus began, squinting his eyes. He didn’t feel like he could properly focus, instead being pulled to look at the kobold’s fat belly and warm grin.
“Ooo,” the kobold’s tail waggled. “Can you actually see me?” Then, as if almost an afterthought she added, “And would you like to gimmie a doughnut?”
“Er… yeah,” he said. Then realizing, “Uhh, I mean, I’d like to get… two dozen doughnuts. Please.”
The Scottish man chuckled, catching Marcus’ attention. “Normally folk’ll order from me, nee the dog. We’ll see if she knows to take your order, aye?” He turned to the kobold. “You get all that?”
“Awoff, bow wow, excess doggy noises. Give ‘er a biscuit.”
“Atta girl. Here, ‘ave a biscuit,” the man said.
He tossed her a doughnut and she caught it in her teeth, her stomach rumbling in pure content.
“Gimmie a moment to wrap that up,” he said to Marcus.
“Make it three dozen, if you’d please.”
Marcus turned, saw an enormous belly, and felt his brain nearly fry as he tried to take in everything all at once.
White skin, the pure absence of color, swelled in every direction almost as round as a sphere. The tummy was tucked into a pair of black shorts, barely even more than a huge pair of boxers, with a black zip-up hoodie that barely covered the woman’s large chest. She wasn’t tall, barely even Marcus’ height, but the black-haired woman with the swirly green and orange colors had a presence that was as large as all of Central Park.
The faint smell of water poured from her body, though the girl seemed almost completely dry. She turned only slightly, looking from the stall owner over to Marcus, her apple-shaped body swaying with such extreme weight that it seemed a wonder that the woman could even stand.
Gleaming bright, her olive-green eyes held him in place, as if she was twisting him around in the palm of her hand just to get a good look, while in her, Marcus could see every crease of her weight and roll of her fat. Overstuffed, overfed, and yet so obviously wanting for even more.
“Sure ‘s all,” the stall owner replied, moving to the side and beginning to box up the large order.
The woman watched Marcus, tilting her head before saying, “You’re a New Yorker. And yet you’re not. How interesting.”
Marcus barely even noticed the tattoos on the woman’s cheek and her short, fat neck. They were small accentuations to her purest white skin, red and green flowers that made the color in her hair shimmer all the brighter.
She was a Koi. A fish monster-girl, with her dark colored hoodie and her dark colored pants, standing eye-to-eye with Marcus while being six times his size.
From either side of the girl, as if they weren’t both over a head taller than her, both Flutter and Scurri appeared, both chewing on a pair of their lamented bagel-doughnuts. Scurri, who seemed to be doing her best to keep the huge woman between herself and the ‘rabid’ kobold said, “We’re gonna need at least four dozen! We’ve got to make them last the winter!”
The koi-girl turned, regarded Scurri with her long, regal stare before saying, “Who said any of them were going to be for you?”
