Mai sat down dejected at his kitchen table, every cupboard in his meager studio apartment on the bottom floor was wide open and flaunting his poverty. There was literally nothing left; just a few spices and a container of dried out fruit. He let out a moan of self-pity and put his head in his paws on the table. He rested his heavy head for a moment and looked up. His eyes came into focus on a paper nearby, that damn late rent notice was right underneath him. Moaning louder, he let his head drop with a smack and continued to feel sorry for himself.
The hyena had lost his job three months previous and his healthy doses of marijuana each night was adding to his total liabilities. At that point he had actually worked at the office, less than he'd been unemployed. Mai had been fired because he had gotten careless and tried to sneak a quick doobie at work. He didn’t seem to broken up about it at the time, mainly because he was high as a kite but regardless, the hyena had gotten through college with his confidence intact thanks to an amazing ability to rationalize and blame almost anyone for his own failures. For this ignorance he was shocked when his single interview didn't come with a callback.
But he was truly broke at this point, without even a cup of ramen or a gram of shake to his name, something had to change. Surely there was something he could do that people would pay him for. After a few minutes of ruling out options like selling organs and trying to get famous off of the internet, he came to the conclusion that his only option was to place a dating site ad and get some poor sap to pay him for ‘relations’. He was hungry right now, but he figured he could make an easy few hundred cash and get free lunch and dinner from a few saps by the end of the day. He started to head toward the library to use the computer and place an ad. The same phrase resonating in his head.
It’s nothing personal. People do this all the time. I mean, I could meet a cute guy even.
Mai got his first date online quickly. He didn’t dance around in the view of other people but when he was walking down the street there was a skip in his step. He arrived at a small diner across the street from a popular burger joint and popped in. Only two people were there, the cashier and an old man that appeared to have some trouble eating his salad. Mai decided not to let it get to him and grabbed a nearby seat. The minutes went by painfully slow, each sixty seconds acting as what felt like hours. The cashier pulled out from behind the counter and walked to his side.
The man put his arm on the booth and sighed, “Son, I don’t mean to be rude but it has been almost half an hour. Now if you aren’t going to order, I will have to ask you to leave.”
Depressed at his failure, he walked back from the diner even more hungry than when he left. He badly wanted to make himself feel better, but each store with something he wanted was a reminder of how poor he was. Eventually, he was walking by a grocery store when he saw a lion curse loudly and drop an overstuffed bag.
Mai ran up and helped the lion pick up his stuff; he was about to ask for a handout when the guy interrupted. "Thanks dude! Hey, I'm about to head back to my party on campus. Ya up for some fun?"
"Really?" Mai questioned, “I would love to. Could you give me a ride?”
He jumped into the guy's car without a second thought, and they began the drive. It wasn’t as shady or odd as one might have expected. In fact, they acted like they knew one another.
"I've been having the worst day ever, man. You don't even want to know what I just did." Mai said without thinking.
"Yeah? What happened?"
"Well, I need money to pay rent. I haven't been able to land a job, dude. I had to post an ad online to date for money, but when I got there. Well, shit. The guy was so old! I couldn't do it!" Mai complained, starting to think the old man at the diner was the one who he was supposed to meet.
His car mate laughed. "What, you never fucked someone and then regretted it the next day? And that's even without the added cash incentive."
Mai sighed and slumped back in his seat. "That's what I thought. I don't know how I'm going to make rent."
They drove along for a while longer before the lion spoke again. "Well, hey listen. You come to the party, maybe if you want to give some of my brothers head – well, we don't have a ton of money, but we can work something out. I know it's not much, but."
The hyena perked up. "Yeah? Are they as hot as you are?"
The lion laughed at the sudden compliment "The name's Aki. And I wouldn't like to compare anyone to the level of perfection you see before you, but I think you'll be fine. Besides, we'll get you nice and fucked up first."
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The party was going hard by the time they arrived and it only took a few minutes for Mai to get himself invited to smoke some weed and take some shots. The night only degenerated from there, and Mai woke up the next morning completely nude and in an unfamiliar bedroom. His face was pressed against a husky's cock and his muzzle and the crotch in front of him were both covered in sticky, spent cum. The guy he was on top of was snoring away. He shook his head painfully and looked around at the carnage of boxes and bottles, and flashes of the night before him sprung into his mind: Getting stoned, starving, and offering blowjobs. After that it got fuzzy, but he definitely remembered being fucked by someone big and strong while his muzzle was wrapped around a thick cock.
Judging from the boxes of junk food around him and the stale, bloated feeling in his belly, he must have done a good job. The hyena tried to get up, but the guy under him drowsily pulled him back down and went back to snoring. The dog’s own strength seemed enough to get his spent dick twitching again. Eventually though, Mai managed to get himself up and back into a pair of boxers before trying to sneak back out the front door. He knew he'd be unsuccessful when he spotted the lion from the night before coming toward him with a big grin on his face.
Aki spanked Mai’s bottom, "There's our house slut!"
Mai winced. "Hey, Aki."
"You took us by surprise last night, Mai! Who'd have ever thought that cute face could take a cock so well? You earned your keep!"
The hyena's face started to flush bright red. "Oh, haha. Well, I guess. Um, I guess I should go."
"What, and forget your compensation?"
At the mention of money, Mai's shame melted away faster than his inhibitions had the night before.
"Oh right! The money! Umm. How much was that again?"
"No money bro, don’t you remember?"
"Well, I was pretty mes-WHAT!?!"
"You light-weight yenaslut! Don't worry, I’m sure it will come back to you. Here's the first half of your payment." Aki dropped a big bag of weed into the confused hyena's paw, "The rest is by the door."
Confused, he looked over and saw several big plastic and paper bags stacked up together. His drunken haggling from the night before finally came back to him with a start and he realized this is exactly what he settled for instead of money; a quarter of weed and a ton of junk food. Containers of chips and hot pocket and all sorts of junk food, even a huge half-translucent paper bag full to the brim with exactly twenty-five half-cold cheeseburgers. Not one penny. It was a little disappointing, but his stomach was already growling. He might not have rent, but at least he had food for a while.
As it turned out, he had enough food for exactly two days. Instead of rationing out the food like he should have, the impulsive hyena had decided to celebrate his windfall with a little party of his own. He kept that party going in a weed-fueled fog for almost two days straight, until he had licked the last bit of cream from the last Twinkie wrapper. When he finally called Aki again, it was because his newly round belly was already begging for more.
Being sober did not help Mai's negotiation for services rendered. An hour later, he found several big, horny college boys at his doorstep with a cooler full of beer and sandwiches, even more fast food, and a handful of joints. The hyena was hungry, but they wouldn't let him have a bite until he got to work. So the slut did what he did best. Mai got undressed, wagged his butt around a little, and found himself face down in a pillow being passed around the three guys. After the first one shot his load all over the hyena's chest and face, they sparked up the first joint and his ass became much more accommodating. This strain of weed really brought out the slut in the hyena. By the end of the evening, he didn't care if it was a double cheeseburger or a cock in his paw; if he was slurping up mayo or pre-cum. He just wanted it.
When they had all used Mai to their personal content, even the hyena had gotten off, not that anyone cared, and most of the food and beer was gone. The hyena was half-drunk, stoned and literally stuffed to the brim with food and jizz, when Aki took a seat next to the spotted slut.
Aki snickered softly "Well, well."
Mai's eyes took a second to focus on the lion, but when they did he smiled distantly. "Hi Aki! My buttybutt huts awot." He wiggled it, and burped loudly. "’Scuse me."
"I bet it does. You know, once again, you ate your way through all of the goods you made from this little encounter. You're gonna have to call me again tomorrow if you keep it up like this."
Mai belched again. "Errrff. Did I?" He looked around. "Shhiiiit. I'm so bad at tat kinda stuff."
Aki's slight grin widened. "You mean, self-control? Moderation? Restraint?"
The hyena made a face and wriggled again, causing his little belly to jiggle. A new sensation for the previously rail-thin beast.
"I guess. You don't have to be such a *hic* jerk."
"I'm not, Mai. I want to help you out. Call me whenever you want me to bring a guy over. I'll take a little cut, and you'll get everything you want."
"But, I'm gonna have to pay rent. I can't. *hic* I can't just do this all the time."
"Leave that to me. I'll take care of it."
"You will? How?"
"Don't worry about that. Just tell me what you think. Can you keep sucking some cock?"
Mai knew it sounded bad as Aki said it, he never wanted to be a whore. It was just supposed to be a temporary thing until he found a real job. But looking for interviews, and trying to pay rent, and all of that real-life stuff sounded like so much work when he was stoned off his ass and shit-faced. If Aki was going to handle it all, he could just enjoy life and party a little longer. Besides, he could always stop whenever he wanted.
"Yeah, but I can quit whenever I want. All right?"
"Of course, Mai. Whenever you want."
After that, things really began looking up for Mai. Whenever he needed anything to eat, he would just call or text Aki, and there'd be a guy at his door in no time with food and either liquor or weed. This also took up a bit if time in the day. After all, no one would let him eat until they were pleased. At first, he'd only call the lion twice or three times a week, to re-up his stash and get a little action. Guys really seemed to love his newly chubby behind, and more and more he felt then pinching and squeezing him all over. Mai really enjoyed this, especially when he was drunk off his ass.
The occasional visits became regular fuckings before Mai even realized it was happening. Every day a guy or two would show up with some treats for him, and he would get on his knees and start unzipping those pesky pants. It wasn't long before he wasn't even getting fully dressed to answer the door anymore.
By the time sex had started to be common, the typical day in the life of Mai went like this:
He'd wake up around eleven in the morning, hungover from the night before and smoke a bunts of whatever weed he had laying around to get ready for the day. Once his brain was sufficiently sluggish, he'd heave himself out of bed and start looking for whatever breakfast he could find. In the weeks since listening to Aki, his weight had exploded upwards. He did little but eat, drink, and get fucked now. His belly was thick and round, and jiggled with every step he took and sagged to the top of his middle of his pelvis. His butt had widened and curved outward nicely; one of his favorite new sensations was the feeling of his fat ass pressing against his bouncing belly whenever it was being plowed. He had probably put on about 300 pounds in this short time, making him an ironic 420lbs. It was a pretty intense, drastic change. The hyena was shoveling down tens of thousands of calories every day. Everything he ate was soaked in butter and lard with salt and preservatives to boot. Everything that made junk food taste good. So when he unwrapped two dozen lukewarm triple cheeseburgers from their wrappers, it was unsurprising he poured himself a big glass of the only liquid he could find other than his already empty packs of beer and pop, room-temperature corn syrup. It seemed that the boys he did liked to give him this as if it was a cheap way to get inside his ass.
After this, he'd pass out rubbing his belly until the door would knock around two in the afternoon. The hyena would heave himself up again. That was when he made the biggest decision of the day; whether to answer the door completely naked, or to put on an oversized jockstrap and wiggle his fat ass. This time, feeling lazy, he answered the door nude. He'd smile at the jock in front of him and beckon him inside, feeling very seductive.
Of course, from his client's perspective, it's more like this:
After picking up a shitload of junk food and knocking on the door for five minutes, it finally opened. A fat hyena opens up, looking pleased with himself. He had obviously just eaten, as there are crumbs all over his mouth and man tits. His whole body is soft and laden in blubber, the kind of fat that someone gets when they just completely, utterly let themselves go. His breasts are squeezing against his bulging, cellulite-thick upper arms causing folds. His belly rounds out forward and hangs low; his sides are thick and curvy as rolls spill on top of his love handles. His cock isn't even visible as he stands there, his pubic fat has completely swallowed it and all that remains is his heart-shaped ball sack trapped between two huge thighs. And on top of all of that, he's obviously drunk or stoned or something. He is wheezing and panting like he's just jogged a mile.
The hyena then turns around awkwardly, unfamiliar to his own body. After following him in you see how he's living. Pizza boxes and wrappers are literally everywhere, especially in bed. Empty plastic jugs and five gallon buckets are piled up high. The hyena is sweating and breathing hard already. How he even lives like this is a mystery. A disgusting mystery.
However, when he pushes the empty bags of junk food aside and gets on all fours before wagging his fat ass and making his belly jiggle. Well, that's when you stop feeling guilty, toss the fast food you just brought at the area in front of his head, and go to town. You pump your cock a few times to get it hard, but watching this slut give himself up to you so easily is more than enough to get you turned on. You grab onto either side of his love handles and press your cock into his ass. You can feel his used hole tighten back around it as he moans in pleasure. Already, he's digging into the food you brought, shoveling more into his face and making himself even fatter!
You fuck him with little regard for his ass, but judging by his moans and how he's pushing his ass back against you, that's how the slut likes it. Between bites of burgers and pawfuls of fries, he's begging you for more. More food, more cock, you have no idea, but it's pretty apparent that this is one hungry, greedy slut. When you finally shoot your load inside of him, he moans loudly, his belly quaking and jiggling like mad. He remains on his belly for a little while longer panting before getting the energy to roll over. His face is covered in sweat and grease, and he's grunting, trying to reach around his belly to his desperate half-hard cock.
"Oh fuck thank you. That was so good, thank you." The blob cries.
You wipe the sweat and cum off of you and leave the slut covered in your jizz behind as you step out. And as you leave the door, you see someone else approaching with three more bags of food and a playful look on their face.
Most of his clients were pretty satisfied, even if they had no regards for the supplier’s health.
The visits kept increasing in frequency. More often than not, Mai would service guy after guy after guy in a row, forcing himself to eat and smoke and drink whatever they brought before he came so that he'd be ready for the next meal. The hyena's grasp on reality began to falter as he spent only a few ever-dwindling minutes each day sober. As this happened for more and more weeks, his weight would only spiral out of control faster. He couldn't think straight anymore and his body was getting so big that even in his fugue of sex and food he was starting to feel out of control.
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One morning, he woke up earlier than usual and for that reason, had no clients immediately. It took him almost fifteen minutes to get out of bed, and when he finally did he was puffing and sweating like crazy. Mai shuffled through bottles and pizza boxes to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. His fat ass could barely even fit through the door, but he managed going sideways. He felt enormous. When he went to go look at his face close up, he had to heave his belly fat into the sink to even get close enough to look. Mai had put on another 200lbs of pure, buttery fat and he had no idea how much time had passed now. The enormous hyena could barely even catch his breath anymore. Even looking at himself in the mirror tired him out, and when his feet stared to hurt he sat his fat ass down heavily on the toilet only to hear a crack. This couldn't go on much longer.
He suddenly couldn't believe he had let it get this far. The enormity of what he had done to himself hit him. He knew that he could have quit at any time, but he realized now how little he cared about himself to let his body get so fucking out of shape. He doubted he could even survive climbing a flight of stairs at this point. He realized that he couldn't even remember the last time he left his apartment. It had been weeks, at least. Maybe months? Panicking a little, in the longest stretch of sobriety he had in recent memory, he ignored the desperate hunger pains that had grown out of control and found his phone. He called Aki.
"Hello?" The lion answered.
"Aki! It's me *wheeze*, Mai."
"Jesus, Mai! It's been a while! What are you doing awake so early? You don't sound so good."
"I want *pant*, I want to stop!"
There was a pause. "Stop? Stop what? Calm down Mai. Have a drink."
"No, I can't. Aki listen, I've gone too hard. I partied too much. I got too fat. I need to ease back."
"Ease back? You've got eight guys coming over today, fatass! I expect you to pleasure all of them or-"
Mai's heart started pounding hard with anger in his flabby chest. "Yeah?! Or what?!"
On the other end, he heard a laugh. "Or what? All that weed has really addled your brain. Or I'll stop paying your fucking rent and you'll be evicted you idiot. Don't you forget why you started this in the first place?"
Aki kept going, “Yeah, and what are you going to do now to earn money? Not too many job prospects for a six hundred plus pound fat, alcoholic slob who can't walk the length of his apartment without risking a heart attack."
Mai was silent, but Aki could hear whimpering. "Oh, calm the fuck down. I'll be right over."
When the lion finally arrived at Mai's apartment, already there were three people outside, angry at having to wait. It smelled strongly of fast food and sweaty man musk. They had been pounding at the door, but Aki unlocked it with his own key and let himself in. He came face to face with a hugely obese hyena laying on a mattress on his side, naked and eating ice cream out of a huge bucket with his bare paws.
Aki shook his head. "What happened about wanting to stop?"
"I was hungry and sad."
Aki kicked boxes away and sat next to the bloated, overfed caricature of a hyena. He pat Mai's side, and was surprised at how soft, how gelatinous and fat his body really was. Mai let loose a huge belch and grunted.
"Mai, come on. Don't you want some dick?" Aki said, trying to be sincere
The hyena sniffed. "I dunno."
Aki reached into his pocket and unwrapped a thick, gooey chocolate square. "Just eat this, Mai. You'll feel better."
"No, it's got weed in it!"
Aki frowned "Of course it does. Don't you like weed?"
"Well, yeah but. Aki, I can barely do anything anymore."
"That's not true, Mai. Look at all these guys that want to fuck you. You can do that! You're good at that!"
"Yeah. I feel like a blob though! I want to do something else other than get fucked and eat."
Mai thought for a while, but was coming up empty until his belly rumbled. Aki took the brownie and put it into his paw. "Before you eat it, let me show you something."
Aki stood up and went out of the apartment. He grabbed the most attractive guy there, a weasel from his own frat, and pulled him in and stood him in front of the rotund hyena.
"Now Mai, don't you want some of this hot guy? He wants to fuck you." Aki looked up at the guy, "Don't you?"
Like most clients, the weasel's jaw had dropped when he took in the hyena’s form and sloppy nature for the first time. Mai was leaning back against the wall in his bed, his enormous belly filling his lap and every inch of him quivering like jelly. He was the fattest thing the guy had ever seen. He put his mind past it though. A good fucking was still a good fucking.
Mai looked over at the hot weasel and couldn't think of a thing other than what he was subconsciously trained to do. So he put all his worries, his concerns about the fact that he probably live to see another five years if he kept eating like this, his freaking out about his rapidly approaching immobility, about being reduced to nothing more than a huge slut, nothing more than two fat holes, one for cock, and one for food; he put all of that aside.
He ate the brownie in two lustful bites as Aki lit a joint to top Mai off. The blob boy grabbed the roll of herb from Aki's paw and took a deep inhale. He gratefully let the haze settle on his mind, and he felt good again.
"So," he said to the weasel as he struggled to roll over onto his belly and expose the gratuitous amount of fat, hungry ass he'd developed, "aren't you going to give me that food?"
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The line outside of Mai's door only grew longer and longer after that. By the time he was too fat to even get up on his own anymore. Mai was eating more calories in cum alone each day than most people eat in food. All the fat slut did was eat, smoke, drink, and fuck. There was no way he could keep this up forever, or even for very long. Such unbridled, uncontrolled hedonism only had one real end-game other than serious intervention, but Mai was enjoying the ride. He laid on his belly for most of the day, his huge ass wobbling up in the air waiting for boys as he shoveled food into his greedy waiting face nonstop. He was constantly dizzy and light headed, but the drugs and alcohol suppressed any pain he might have felt from his ruined, destroyed body.
The hyena was over a thousand pounds of hungry, useless fat. He was the biggest slut anyone had ever seen, and took twenty, thirty different cocks every single day. And no matter how much he ate, no matter how much he was fucked, no matter how big the load he was sucking out of some anonymous' fur's cock was; Mai wanted nothing more until his ways would catch up to him. That is a different story though.