Beast's Binge- Part 2 (Patreon)

Beast starts trying out any treat he can find in Disney World- and hones in on ice cream. Enjoy!

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Beast couldn't remember the last time he had really indulged his sweet tooth- he had a great preference for sweets as a child, but then, that was before his transformation. Now, he was able to rediscover his love for sweets on his Disney vacation- he started with what was familiar to him; pastries, to start. Muffins, curious, ring-shaped pastries called donuts, scones, cookies- it made for a good breakfast. But then, Beast discovered ice cream. Rich, creamy, able to cool him off in the middle of a hot day- it was perfect. And there were so many different types! Chocolate covered pops in the shape of Mickey Mouse's head, fruity flavors like strawberry, pineapple, peach- well, Beast now knew what he was doing today. He wouldn't rest until he had tried every single piece of ice cream Disney served.

He was lumbering around Fantasyland- and making a point of avoiding the restaurant modeled after his castle- with two gigantic cones of ice cream, one in each hand, precariously stacked with four scoops each, the top scoop topped with two extra dollops to mimic a Mickey Mouse head. It was every flavor they had, but Beast quickly realized he wouldn't be able to savor it, as he discovered that ice cream melts. Quickly, he wolfed it down as much as possible, making a quick note to go back later for another couple scoops of neapolitan- and chocolate. And cookies and cream.

He huffed, trying to power through the sudden rush of brain freeze, and was already hungry for more. He had rarely been able to indulge his appetite like this; even with a staff of an entire enchanted castle, he couldn't expect them to keep making food all day. Unfortunately for his waistline, it was starting to have a serious effect- no more going out hunting for game, no more limits on how much he could have, as many treats as he wanted, all there for his ease and comfort- his chest and arms still held their shape decently enough, still powerfully built, even if his pecs had puffed up considerably, with an extra, increasingly soft layer of flesh. But his waist had ballooned; already, the XXL, custom-made shirts he had were proving to be undone, a thick ribbon of furry flab sticking out from underneath. His gut was the size of a beach ball, hanging off his thick frame. He didn't seem to notice as he devoured the last of each cone, and was already thinking that he needed something savory to balance out all the sweet flavor…