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Big thanks to my fatfur hero Volken for doing this for me!

“Micro-wave-able” She spelled out, squinting her yellow eyes at the writing on the packet. “Hamburgers…. With double cheese” Narcissa held it out at arms length and scratched her chin. English was still something she was getting a grasp of. The words were still a bit of a mess when she tried to read.
“Four…. pack” she nodded and ripped the packaging open with her claws before waddling over to the kitchen microwave. A mound of plates awaited to be loaded into the dishwasher, the remnants of last nights dinner- a hefty meal of grilled Kielbasa and cabbage that was currently churning and broiling inside her gut. That had been a proper whole family dinner, rather than this light snack of hers.
Inside the burgers went and she shoved the door shut and set them to cook. Narcissa hadn’t eaten in three hours- a while for someone of her appetite. It showed how much she ate, the tigeress was approaching 400 pounds of orange and black flab and blubber. A combination of calorie rich cheap food from America and the four children she’d birthed from her loins so far had done wonders for her weight, fattening her up like a Swabian Hall-swine. Her belly hung from her middle like a bean bag, formed into two thick rolls of dough like fatness, reaching so down as her knees when she waddled about. Atop the gut, her breasts slapped and wobbled, filled with both fat and her thick mother’s milk which stained at her bra, each as big as a watermelon. Even her face was puffy, doughy cheeks hanging off her skull to complement her double chin. There was very little left of the Germanic solider that she’d been only six years earlier, the trim figure and toned build having been lost to the maternal juggernaut and buried under fat. Before, she’d be expected to run assault courses, weighted route marches and perform rolling infantry and mechanised attacks over miles and miles. Now she needed her husband’s full attendance and help to just put her underwear on in the morning- if she even bothered to do so. She couldn’t even fit inside a Marder IFV these days, and she had learned that to her discomfort. Sometimes her position in the Landwher had her dragged out into the office or even on some exercise where her sweating, flabby figure was forced to march about some rain-washed FOB jotting down whatever her CO moaned about and generally supporting the stereotype of Landwher reservists being fat and useless.
The burgers continued to revolve, fat starting to hiss and crackle as the microwave blasted them over and over. Narcissa was already imagining the succulent taste of the meat, dripping with cheese inside their sweet brioche buns. American food… what a blessing. She passed by a mound of laundry, a mix of her own XXXL sized garments, her husband’s military outfits and the many children’s clothing before stopping by the crib and peering over the rim. Little Jasmine, pudgy and adorable, lay asleep inside it. Narcissa couldn’t resist clucking a little as she stroked the cheek of her youngest child before quickly checking her diaper to make sure she was still dry. Doubtless the baby would make up in a short while and loudly demand to suckle from Narcissa’s oversized bosom. For now she could eat in peace.
The microwave loudly went “Ping” to notify her that it had finished. She turned about and grunted, feeling a soreness in her back. She massaged the stacked folds of her love handles before waddling on through and opening the microwave to spoon the four thick meaty treats out onto the plate, steam rising from them. Her eyes glinted greedily as she grabbed the first and lifted it to her fanged maw, biting down with a loud “chomp”. The thick meaty flavour, combined with the elastic gloop of the molten cheese was delightful across her tongue. Quickly, her sharp teeth chewed through the brioche bun and its meaty contents into a thick slurry that she gulped down at a considerable speed. Before she knew it, the burger had been devoured and she was licking the globules of cheese off her fingers.
“URRPP” she belched heartily before grabbing her next burger and stuffing it into her hole. Once again her teeth ripped into the processed meat and cheesy toppings with gusto, chewing it into a thick gloppy mush that she rolled about the inside of her cheeks to savour it before the entirety of the hamburger was sliding down her throat.
“Mmmmmmm, das trifft den punkt!” she declared, patting her stomach before setting onto the last two. Fingers that were now too fat to pull rifle triggers gripped at the closest, causing cheese to splatter out over her hands. She ignored it and shoved an entire half in, chewed, swallowed and devoured the rest in quick succession. The food was piling into the acidic soup of her stomach, bringing her that sweet feeling of fullness that she always craved.
The last one. She sucked a few more bits of cheese off her fingers before preparing for a hearty finish. Maybe she’d sleep it off, she thought, mouth still watering as she raised the burger to her sausage lips. Then head out to take Jasmine, Erwin and Arcturus out so they could get some fresh air while she tried one of the American fast-food places they had on camp. Then she could fill up again.
Up it came, repeating the movement of hands to mouth and she greedily stuffed it in, forcing the food inside even as it crumbled apart in her fingers, chunks of bun dropping into the valley of her oversized orange bosom. Grunting and muttering, she scarfed it down in record time, her throat bulging like a tree frog before it went hurtling into the acidic depths of her stomach.
Grabbing the napkin, Narcissa dabbed at her face, wiping it clean before bearing her fangs in a loud rumbling belch that signalled her “snack” was finished. Now she could do with a bit of a nap, having spent the morning cleaning the kitchen. There was one of their spare camp beds set up in the hall, most likely one of her or her husband’s spares for the children to sit or lie on. They wouldn’t mind.
With a grunt, she put her hands on her knees and slowly eased herself down, feeling her back strain and twinge with discomfort. The remnants of her muscles, under the quivering layers of her backfat and chub complained nosily as she slowly tipped her huge backside downwards until she felt them rest upon the side of the bed and blissful relief coursed up her spine.
She gave a sigh before her weight caused the camp bed to groan and the frame promptly broke, the bars breaking away with a sharp crack. Narcissa’s face locked into a look of shock as she felt herself fall, her breasts quivering as she plummeted the short distance to the floor before hitting it with an almighty “thud” and rolling onto her back.

“Scheiβe” Narcissa moaned, amid the camp bed’s wreckage.