Can you continue the story and make the townspeople feed Biscuit? Make sure to describe it in great detail. “Once upon a time, in the picturesque town of Willowbrook, there lived a lovable, yet slightly portly dog named Biscuit. Biscuit was a pudgy Pomeranian with a round, soft belly that seemed to almost sway from side to side as he waddled through the streets. His once petite frame had expanded over time, turning him into a canine sensation known for his irresistibly chunky appearance.

Biscuit’s body could only be described as delightfully plump. When he stood on all fours, his belly rested gently on the ground, creating a little shelf that could hold all sorts of tiny trinkets. His fur, a mixture of golden brown and creamy white, was incredibly fluffy and seemed to mask his underlying girth, making him seem even more endearing.

His backside, adorned by mounds of velvety fur, jiggled slightly with each carefully calculated step. It was reminiscent of a soft, rolling hillside with tufts of grass dotting the landscape. Biscuit’s short legs supported his ample figure, although at times it seemed like they were struggling under the weight. Yet, he waddled on with a certain grace, as if his plump physique only added to his charm.

Even his neck seemed to have succumbed to the delightful roundness that swelled through his entire body. It had become a fluffy cylinder, almost as if someone had plopped a delicate feather duster on top of his shoulders. When Biscuit would tilt his head to gaze curiously at something, his neck would follow, exuding a captivating plushness that fascinated both children and adults.
As Biscuit continued his adventures in Willowbrook, something peculiar began to happen to his rear end. It seemed that his tail, already fluffy and full, started to expand and grow plumper with each passing day. What was once a dainty, curly tail now transformed into a magnificent display of canine plumpness.

His tail, now resembling a soft, fluffy pillow, stood proudly on his backside. It was as if Biscuit had a built-in cushion wherever he went. The golden brown and creamy white fur that covered his tail became even more abundant, creating a captivating spectacle. It became difficult to see where his tail ended and his backside began, as they melded seamlessly together in their delightful roundness.

Biscuit’s hindquarters, which had always been a bit on the plump side, followed suit. His buttocks, once just a smidgen round, expanded into two delightful mounds of softness. The velvety fur that had adorned his backside became even more luxurious, giving it the appearance of velveteen cushions waiting to be sunk into. As Biscuit walked, his butt gently swayed from side to side, almost like a dance to its own rhythm.
But it wasn’t just Biscuit’s rear end that continued to grow in delightful plumpness. His neck and face also fell under the enchantment of his expanding figure.

Biscuit’s neck, once delicate and slender, became a fluffy, cylindrical masterpiece. It was as if someone had wrapped a cloud of softness around his throat, creating a mesmerizing sight. The rich, golden brown and creamy white fur that covered his neck seemed to have multiplied, adding layers of delightful fluff that made it impossible to resist reaching out and giving it a gentle squeeze. As Biscuit trotted along, his neck moved in a gentle sway, a graceful dance that harmonized with his waddling gait.

His face, previously adorned with a cute, round muzzle, embraced the chubby allure that now encompassed his entire being. Each cheek puffed out with an undeniable plumpness, giving him the appearance of an adorable teddy bear. When Biscuit smiled up at his admirers, his cheeks seemed to rosy with delight, accentuating the soft roundness that had found a home on his face. His button-like, beady eyes, nestled amidst the plump fluff, twinkled with warmth and mischief, always ready to spread joy to anyone who met his gaze.
As Biscuit’s plumpness continued to grow, his once slightly portly figure began to transform into something truly extraordinary. The excess weight on his body became overwhelming, causing his once-adorable waddle to slow and struggle with each step. The townspeople of Willowbrook watched in both astonishment and concern as Biscuit’s plumpness began to hinder his mobility.

His once soft belly, which had sweetly swayed from side to side, had grown to such a size that it seemed to engulf his lower half. Biscuit’s round, plump belly now rested heavily on the ground, making it difficult for him to move without considerable effort. What was once a charming shelf for tiny trinkets had now become a nearly immovable mass, limiting his ability to explore the town he had once roamed freely.

The mounds of velvety fur that once adorned his backside, with their jiggling and swaying motion, now weighed him down. They had grown so voluminous that they dragged along the ground, causing Biscuit to stumble and struggle forward with every laborious step. The tufts of grass that once dotted his backside were lost among the expanse of his expanding figure, almost as if nature itself was struggling to keep up with his girth.

His fatter neck, once a captivating display of fluffiness, now added to Biscuit’s immobility. The layers of delightful fluff that had once enchanted the townspeople now pressed heavily against his throat. Biscuit’s graceful dance had turned into a slow, labored swaying, almost as if the weight of his neck was pulling him down. No longer did his neck follow with curiosity and vivacity; it struggled to hold itself upright under the weight of his growing plumpness.

His face, once the epitome of teddy bear-like charm, began to vanish under the excessive plumpness that now encompassed it. Biscuit’s cheeks had swollen to near-inflatable proportions, obscuring his adorable features and transforming his once warm, rosy smile into a strained expression. His button-like, beady eyes, still brimming with joy, now peered out from behind cushions of flesh, trying their best to deflect attention from his immobilized state.

Biscuit, once known for his irresistibly chunky appearance, had become a cautionary tale about the dangers of excessive indulgence. His expanding figure had brought him from a canine sensation to a stationary spectacle, no longer able to roam the streets of Willowbrook or partake in the adventures he once enjoyed.

As the townspeople witnessed Biscuit’s transformation, their hearts filled with curiosity. Just how fat could they make this dog?"