"DERPY, I'M HOME!" I called into the house as I came back from work. Honestly, it was getting kind of pointless, seeing as she was always standing guard at the door, ready to welcome me with open arms.
The past few days had been a lot of fun for me and Derpy. I knew she was a real animal, but it was still fascinating to see her flying around the house, exploring the various appliancesl. She was actually pretty strong and rubbery, which was a big plus for her, given a few clumsy flights and landings that she'd always walk away from without a scratch.
But another thing that caught my curiosity, on a more discerning note, was her appetite. How couldn't it, with how much she'd eaten? She'd eat cakes, veggies, fruits, eggs, bread, potato chips, candy, just about anything remotely edible she'd eagerly chow down. Especially muffins, for whatever reason.
Sometimes I'd come home to find her in the midst of eating the last rinds of a sandwich I never recalled making, or she'd leave around opened bags of chips and microwaved popcorn that were left with nothing but grease and butter. Strange, considering she completely lacked the hands needed to do so, but at least she was easy to care for, I'd assumed.
But then she started getting bigger.
Day by day, it was only a subtle concern itching on my back, but now it was crystal clear that Derpy was growing, and in numerous ways, thanks to her hunger. Now Derpy was the size of a cat. A very fat cat, with a pretty tubby belly that hung low to her knees, noticeably curving out from either side of her, amongst a pudgy layer of paunch forming on her once trim legs.
Strange, and a bit off-putting, but it still an easy price to pay as Derpy eagerly hugged me by my leg, nuzzling me affectionately.
"Heh, hi, Derpy!" I bent down to hoist her up, cradling her in her arms as I brought the two of us into the living room, but not without cutting through the kitchen. It was actually kind of cute how heavy she was getting.
Lowering onto the couch, I laid Derpy on my lap, flipping the TV on with the remote. I screwed open a bag of chips and laid it on the next cushion, taking out a handful, but Derpy looked up and grabbed the ends of the bag, yanking it over her head.
"Just a few, Der..." But it was already too late. I pulled the bag away, which was now empty, as Derpy gulped down the last of the chips, licking her lips with her cheeks covered in cheese.
"...oh." Disappointing, to say the least. But still, with Derpy laying on her back, the urge was irresistible to scratch the front of her belly, making her curl her legs up and hum in delight.
The past few days had been a lot of fun for me and Derpy. I knew she was a real animal, but it was still fascinating to see her flying around the house, exploring the various appliancesl. She was actually pretty strong and rubbery, which was a big plus for her, given a few clumsy flights and landings that she'd always walk away from without a scratch.
But another thing that caught my curiosity, on a more discerning note, was her appetite. How couldn't it, with how much she'd eaten? She'd eat cakes, veggies, fruits, eggs, bread, potato chips, candy, just about anything remotely edible she'd eagerly chow down. Especially muffins, for whatever reason.
Sometimes I'd come home to find her in the midst of eating the last rinds of a sandwich I never recalled making, or she'd leave around opened bags of chips and microwaved popcorn that were left with nothing but grease and butter. Strange, considering she completely lacked the hands needed to do so, but at least she was easy to care for, I'd assumed.
But then she started getting bigger.
Day by day, it was only a subtle concern itching on my back, but now it was crystal clear that Derpy was growing, and in numerous ways, thanks to her hunger. Now Derpy was the size of a cat. A very fat cat, with a pretty tubby belly that hung low to her knees, noticeably curving out from either side of her, amongst a pudgy layer of paunch forming on her once trim legs.
Strange, and a bit off-putting, but it still an easy price to pay as Derpy eagerly hugged me by my leg, nuzzling me affectionately.
"Heh, hi, Derpy!" I bent down to hoist her up, cradling her in her arms as I brought the two of us into the living room, but not without cutting through the kitchen. It was actually kind of cute how heavy she was getting.
Lowering onto the couch, I laid Derpy on my lap, flipping the TV on with the remote. I screwed open a bag of chips and laid it on the next cushion, taking out a handful, but Derpy looked up and grabbed the ends of the bag, yanking it over her head.
"Just a few, Der..." But it was already too late. I pulled the bag away, which was now empty, as Derpy gulped down the last of the chips, licking her lips with her cheeks covered in cheese.
"...oh." Disappointing, to say the least. But still, with Derpy laying on her back, the urge was irresistible to scratch the front of her belly, making her curl her legs up and hum in delight.
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April 19
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