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Part three of Varkude's sinister adventures. Written by the one and only Sigil Prince! Check out more of their work here: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sigil-prince/

Part One: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417451

Part Two: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417472

Part Three: You are here.

Part Four: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47557755/

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He shared his fantasies with her as if they were fairy tales and fables from a distant land, and she ate them up as quickly as her feasts, but when he mentioned anything remotely close to what he witnessed in truth, she recoiled in horror. Still, up to the point of a gory demise, Irra eagerly supported her favorite whore.\n\n\tRemembering how they mercilessly stuffed a servant girl until the poor thing's stomach looked pregnant with an untold number of young and then forcing her to dance made Varkude shiver. The way the weeping, belching hyena gal swayed in place, her breasts wobbling atop a reddening sphere packed tightly with rice, meat, and sweet wine drove him wild. Irra, too, could not resist. The ursine had actually prodded the servant's gut with her sharp claw, making the hyena twitch and shriek! The idea of another joining him in his fun never struck him as wise before, but if anyone could, it was the beautiful bear. All he had to do was introduce her to it in the right way.\n\n\tLuck was on his side. The delay in escaping the city gave him an opportunity like no other. As Oleesha swelled with innumerable sin worms, she gifted them to others in the Temple, just as he hoped. Rakooma was in the grip of a plague, though the city did not yet know it. Here and there, Varkude glimpsed the victims of his plotting. They looked no different from the usual worshipers of Ouroboros. Drug-heavy eyelids nearly covering red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes looked at the crowd without seeing, their offers of pleasure slurred. But, there was a newfound eagerness about them, and with careful observation, a slight shaking to their limbs. The subtlety of these changes ranged from a slightly twitchy, drooling femboy lynx practically throwing himself at a gruff merchant wolf to a rabbit with prodigious breasts screaming for someone, anyone to just fuck her, before being dragged away by the city guard.\n\n\tIn preparation for this day, the silver fox changed his diet and slipped some of Old Fora's herbs into Irra's meals whenever he had the chance. He was grateful for the bear's rich tastes and gluttony, since only a river of wine and bread dipped in honey could wash away the grim taste of slimy berries and dusty leaves those foreigners considered pure foods.\n\n\t Hey, you! \n\n\tHe found his target next to a carpet merchant's stall. He remembered her from before. The fennec that taunted and tortured Sibada's bandits, and then led him to Oleesha shook like a leaf, her ears flat against her head, her eyes clenched shut. She had her paw firmly clutched onto a carpet, claws beginning to tear into the threads, and sweat dripped down her cheeks. She smelled of sex, and something else. It was an odor of sickness, but irresistible nonetheless, like perfume made from some dead, putrefied thing.\n\n\t F-fuck... you! the whore hissed up at him.\n\n\tSomehow, she failed to indulge herself enough. Whether lack of food or the sin worm's reaction to some drug she fancied, the fennec looked like she was about to drop dead. She was scrawny before, but now she looked downright skeletal. No amount of clothing could hide that.\n\n\t You look ill. Varkude said to her, then nodded to the carpet merchant.\n\n\tIn case the rat planned on calling the guard or asking questions, he threw a bag of money to him, as well. Varkude gently put a paw on her shoulder, as if to comfort her, but his grip increased when she tried to step away.\n\n\t You look ill, little cultist. he repeated himself.\n\n\t It went to shit... the temple... the fennec's eyes rolled.\n\n\tShe was perfect. Stumbling, whining and snarling, the whore was easy to steer down the street. Some alleyways, a brief stop to drape his cloak over her, and they emerged close to Irra's part of the neighborhood. Her tent loomed over everything here, her camp swollen larger the longer she stayed in the city.\n\n\t What's your name? Varkude growled down at the fennec.\n\n\t I'm... Aisha... why do you wanna know? You're just gonna... off me. \n\n\tIn her weakened state, shuddering with the infestation inside her, the push of her claws into his thigh felt like nothing at all, but judging by her expression, she wanted to rake open a vein or two.\n\n\t You are a stupid, dull creature, little cultist. the silver fox whispered into her large ear. Irritating, but not much more... for now. If I wanted you dead, I could leave you where you stood. \n\n\t I want to help you feel better. Not just bring back your health, Aisha, but grant you an existence of such absolute bliss that no drug you have ever tasted before could compare. he brought a paw down to cup her breast.\n\n\tIt felt disgusting. Withered flesh, barely held together with muscle, some skin, and what seemed to be dried fruit instead of fat. Compared to his ursine lover, Aisha was undead. But, she reacted. Even shaking, nearly dead, she wriggled in place, humping back against him with a shockingly loud moan. For a moment, her eyes brightened, her jaw clenching and her ears perking up. When he withdrew his paw, the moment passed.\n\n\t Fuck... you've got my attention. Urgh... what do you want? she hissed.\n\n\t Follow my lead, obey me, and in no time at all, you will leave in paradise. 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She was very in-demand with the merchants, and Oleesha kept her from you because she feared you would... well, it hardly matters what that fat cat feared. The Temple's fortunes have turned, and Aisha wishes desperately to join us. Don't you, Aisha? he firmly nudged the fennec.\n\n\t Y-yes... my lord, my lady. \n\n\tIt was difficult to measure the proportions of hatred, lust, greed, and disgust inside Irra. The big ursine snorted, scooting forward on her pillows, looking closer at the fennec, then at her lover, then back at the desert fox. She was breathtakingly enormous now, her presence radiating heat and making Varkude feel a little dizzy just looking at her belly. If she decided to cast Aisha out, it would not be a tremendous loss. He could always play with the fennec in private. The important thing was to plant the seeds of further cruelties inside her.\n\n\t It would be charitable, an act of a good, noble soul, to take her as your servant, my lady. It may even irritate that bloated ruin of a cat. And, it would not be without some entertainment value. You see, my lady, the illness that afflicts Aisha is of a peculiar sort. Her appetites are magnified beyond the ability of her body to endure. If you let her stay here, by your side, she will do more than recover her strength. She will grow, enduring the very fantastical transformations I spoke of in my tales... \n\n\tThat had her. Moral philosophy, hatred of the Temple's feline priestess, and sadistic lust all turned to one purpose overcame whatever disgust the bear felt.\n\n\t Take this unfortunate, clean her, give her better clothing, and bring her here for a proper meal. Irra commanded, sitting up with a benevolent smile upon her sauce-stained lips.\n\n\t Of course, my lady. You will not be disappointed in her performance. Varkude promised.\n\n\t It was an easy promise to make. Having caught the scent of food and sex that permeated the tent, Aisha's shaking subsided, and she visibly relaxed. The parasites within her wanted her coherent enough to function so she could do what they wanted. She would have to be a glutton for punishment not to obey them. Varkude marched the fennec to a tub, stripped her naked, and called over a couple of meerkats to clean her. Sand, soap, and water soon muddied the tub, and Aisha looked sicker than ever, but she complied. Hearing the way the silver fox ordered the servants about probably had something to do with that. \n\n\tAs the panicked suricates put the finishing touches on the fennec, Varkude observed the frail creature. Naked, she looked even worse than before. If he left her outside to dry, she would turn into a mummy. Whatever she did to herself, it did not agree with the sin worms at all. It was, truly, her good fortune that someone was there to make sure her potential did not go to waste.\n\n\t I thought you liked them big as a house, fox. \n\n\tVarkude paid the badger no mind. The guard obeyed Irra, and so long as she loved her silver fox companion, the badger could only do so much. Still, the hateful, suspicious attitude did grate on Varkude.\n\n\t She will grow. he smiled coldly.\n\n\t I don't know what game you're playing- \n\n\t Then stay out of it. Lady Irra and I are merely toying with this sickly whore for amusement. Everything else is just jealousy sprouting paranoia. I'm sorry for making you think anything of it. Varkude said the last part quietly, calmly, with as much kindness as he could manage to fake.\n\n\tIt would not do to pick a fight publicly, in front of servants, with the ursine nearby. There were infinitely better ways to handle someone like the badger. A tiny, evil thought occurred to the silver fox, a shiver running down his back. It would not be beyond his skill to deal with the badger using a sin worm, and then he could see for himself just what it would take to push the infestation over the edge.\n\n\t The mistress has instructed me to treat her favorites... well. I haven't been good to you. \n\n\t As if a boy like you could do anything for me! the badger spat on the ground at Varkude's feet, eyes narrowed in disgust.\n\n\t Oh, nothing like that! I meant only that we could enjoy a drink together, talk in a more relaxed place, away from our duties. I'm sure you wear a mask, as do I. I will bring a bottle from the tent, with the mistress's blessing, of course. the vulpine's eyes glittered with sincerity.\n\n\tThe badger did not look like he bought any of what Varkude was selling, but the prospect of wine from Irra's table tempted him enough to accept. The older male visibly relaxed. Whatever his suspicions, he still thought of Varkude as a whore first and foremost. Two-faced, clever, but still no threat, merely a flighty, would-be lover of queens trying to manipulate everyone. That was a good mask to wear, Varkude decided.\n\n\t Tonight. After the mistress and I enjoy the show Aisha can provide. he said.\n\nVVV\n\n\tCleaned, brushed, her claws trimmed, Aisha looked much like her old self again. Just as Varkude suspected, a gulp of wine, an aphrodisiac candy, and a whispered promise of more perked her up for the evening's amusement. It was, on the surface of it, dinner. But, with Irra, no meal was just anything. Through excellent timing and acting, Varkude could just barely avoid becoming a grotesquely swollen ball of a fox, but Aisha would have no such defenses. In fact, he noticed with an approving grin, the desert fox was drooling the minute she entered the bear's grand tent.\n\n\t My lady, I hope we have not kept you waiting long. Varkude said.\n\n\tThe bear, ever gluttonous, had begun the meal without them.\n\n\t Not at all! I was famished after attending to some business with the spice merchants down the street, and was merely having a small snack while you prepared Aisha for her... show. And goodness, you've outdone yourself! \n\n\tIt was fine work, he had to admit. Aisha's dress was a skimpy, emerald green skirt and her top consisted of the same material loosely draped over her chest. The jewelry, a heap of glass gemstones in rough necklaces and bracelets, jangled as she moved. It would be as insulting as wearing a fool's cap to the fennec, but appear authentic enough to the ursine's eyes in the dimness of her tent, and better yet, the outfit showed off what Varkude wanted to see. No cheap, flimsy fabric covered the desert fox's white belly, the flat thing barely worthy of the name. But, that was what the feast before her was for.\n\n\tDrool dribbled from her chin as she stumbled forward, eyes firmly locked onto a pile of fruit and cheese. She did not speak, her lips merely trembling in a mockery of expression as she gibbered, eyelashes fluttering. With a pained whine, she fell upon the platter like a demon.\n\n\t What happened to her? Irra wondered, looking at the ravenous fennec as the tiny fox crunched down on an entire cheese wheel, two apples firmly clutched in her paws.\n\n\t It is a new, terrible disease. A plague upon Rakooma. The sin worm, my lady, requires great indulgence to grow and reproduce. I do not know the whole of her story, but Aisha here is suffering in its grip. It is, I'm afraid, a death sentence. Varkude sighed, sitting down near Irra, watching the fennec stuff herself.\n\n\t Gods... and you brought her here? What if she spreads that... sin worm to me? Irra drew back.\n\n\tVarkude instantly placed a comforting paw on the ursine's wobbling thigh.\n\n\t Have no fear, my lady. We are immune. Had we been susceptible, we would have fallen ill ages ago. We are, after all, among the most indulgent of creatures in this city. Are we not? \n\n\tAisha cleared the platter of all its fruit and cheese. The fennec's stomach bulged out, as if she strapped a pillow to herself, paws cradling it clenching down as if trying to force digestion. For the moment, she seemed sated, though already, her lustful, mindless gaze lay on a honeyed steak within arm's reach. Crumbs of cheese and juices stained her dress already. It was, Varkude thought, useless to tell her to wipe her mouth. Everything down her neck was painted in a rainbow of plum, apple, citrus, and grape. Pomegranate seeds and husks mingled with pits around her knees. A ribbon of wax decorated her backside.\n\n\t I suppose you're right. So, Aisha is... she is going to burst for us? \n\n\tVarkude resisted the urge to mount the bear then and there. The way she said 'burst' made him shudder with the same ecstatic expectation that seemed to torment Aisha.\n\n\t It is, I'm told, the natural progression of the disease. The unfortunate victim will enjoy all that life has to offer, and succumb, or else linger on, suffering unspeakably. The merciful thing to do would be to let Aisha be your guest and servant until we can witness her end together. he spoke in a whisper, eyeing the fennec, feigning concern.\n\n\t You thought of this. You lied. You brought her here... for this. Irra rumbled, anger rising.\n\n\tThe desert fox's large ears were twitching, her teeth sunk into a chunk of meat, sauce dribbling down her front. In the grip of mad hunger, the rewards of feeding the sin worm tingled through her as climactic bliss. Varkude could see her rump raise slightly, her tail swishing hard against the floor, toes curling. She looked feverish, a redness to her cheeks that was not there before.\n\n\t Forgive me, my lady. I could not tell you the whole truth with Aisha listening. I did not wish to ruin her last days on this earth with the brutal, horrible truth. She is a sin worm egg-sack, and nothing more, but I would be a truly awful creature if I simply blurted it out for her to hear... Varkude hung his head.\n\n\t You did the right thing, my love. Fantastical transformations... what an excellent euphemism. Her appetite is something to behold, and I must say, whatever her state, it is not entirely tragic. Just look at her eat! Irra lay back on her cushions, dragging Varkude close to her massive breast.\n\n\tIt was quite a show. Aisha created a messy trail across the feasting table, climbing across it in her need for more. Bread, fish, pickled vegetables and fresh, it hardly mattered what passed her lips. She groaned, consumed in the task of putting away the feast. For a smaller female, such a task was, of course impossible, but the fennec refused to give up. 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The desert fox threw her head back, luxuriating in the feeling, using a long melon to rub between her thighs as a pawful of crushed grapes slid over her burden of food.\n\n\tShe came awake as her behind finally crushed the melon under her with a wet, lewd squelch.\n\n\t What the... she managed to gasp out, eyes wide, blinking as she looked over herself, then at Varkude.\n\n\t It is alright, my dear. I explained your situation to Lady Irra, and there is no need to panic. You are welcome to do whatever you please here, so long as you remember to obey when called upon. Indulge yourself without fear. the silver fox chuckled merrily, resting his cheek against his ursine's fat tit.\n\n\tThe message was clear. He was the master here. Sanity and health returned to Aisha quickly, but in her current state, filled to the brim with fine food and drink, she could not do much. Escape would be difficult, and as for fighting against Varkude directly... well, he hoped she was smart enough to get his message.\n\n\t Indeed! Please, do whatever you feel like. Watching your childlike glee in this feast is reminding me of my own past... Did I ever tell you, Varkude, about my days in the North? I remember, when I was barely as big as Aisha here... \n\n\tThe bear launched into a lengthy story of her childhood. It had something to do with eating an entire cake meant for the whole household on her own, and Varkude mostly tuned it out. Laying against the hot, fat ursine, watching a confused, immobile fennec trying not to retch as she surveyed what her sin worm-induced rampage wrought was entertainment enough. Soon, it would be time to get to business with that badger.\n\n\tWhat spread the sin worm most effectively? Was it saliva? Aisha certainly drooled plenty. Sex fluids? Those would be a bit difficult to get a hold of, but the vulpine was sure he could convincingly play the pervert, now that Aisha approached his standard of beauty a little more. It would be best to be safe, and grab whatever he could of the fennec's bodily secretions...\n\n\t Varkude... please, send Aisha to... the extra negotiation tent. \n\n\tOf course. Irra did grow used to a particular sort of comfort, especially after a meal. Even one she did not herself partake in. No doubt, some poor servants would be yelled at for more food within the hour, but for now, the beautiful, big-bellied bear wanted him to hump her until she was a quivering pile of meat at his mercy.\n\n\tThat would be easy.\n\nVVV\n\n\t Damn, fox, I didn't think you'd keep your word. This is some fine stuff! the badger chuckled, grabbing a freshly uncorked clay bottle from Varkude.\n\n\t The mistress and I had a wonderful evening. Aisha was especially amusing. Asking for some Old Strawberry was easy. the silver fox said with a dreamy smile.\n\n\t Yeah, I can smell the sex on you, and I saw that fennec bitch. Gods, I don't know how she didn't pop. Looked like a tick that tried to drain an elephant, she did. Could see veins around her navel, like fuckin' spiderwebs! the badger laughed, his wheezing cackle making Varkude cringe.\n\n\tHe gulped down half a bottle, then passed it back to the fox.\n\n\t I never seen Lady Irra so big, so happy, or so... I don't know... evil. Whatever sick shit you two are up to, it's not right. And that's why I don't trust you, fox. \n\n\t My name is Varkude. he sipped, then shoved the bottle back into the guard's paw.\n\n\t Varkude, fuckrude, doesn't matter. I'm Drews, and I was Lady Irra's favorite... urp... until you showed up. the badger belched, and drained the bottle.\n\n\tThe fox sitting opposite him resisted the urge to swipe a dagger at the foolish stripe-dog's throat. Even sitting well away from Irra's tent, he could not risk the badger running to the servants.\n\n\t She and I... fuck... we fucked day and night, when I first started... what the hell's wrong with this bottle... he slurred his words, a paw going to his head.\n\n\tA pawful of sleeping herbs, opium, and a generous helping of whatever he could scrape off Aisha as he shoved her into bed while she babbled lustfully at his crotch did its work. Dizzy, the badger swayed up, paw going to his blade, and just as quickly crumpled to his knees.\n\n\t It was a good drink we had, Drews. Too bad about the bottom of the bottle, though. Afraid there's some nasty sediment there. You will have a bad hangover when you wake up. Varkude stood up off his barrel, and bent down to grab the clay wine container, letting the last, nasty bit of wine dribble out.\n\n\t But, don't worry. I'll be there to nurse you back to health. Just you and me, in my cozy little home away from Lady Irra. \n\n\tDrews whimpered. For the first time, he saw the demonic smile of the fox up close, smelled the lust and sadism for himself. The badger's eyes widened, his mouth trying to form some response, but already, his mind was going away. His face slapped the dust of the ground a moment later. Lifting him with a grunt, Varkude draped the guard over his shoulder, and began to walk.\n\n\t You're lucky there's less gray in your fur than black, Drews. Well, lucky. If you were a few years older, I wouldn't waste my time. But, since you're still handsome and have the lust to feel jealous of a poor, little fox like me... lucky you. \n\nVVV\n\n\tWater splashed over Drews. The badger coughed up, tasting bile and something rotten. His cheek felt like someone smashed it with a hammer. His head ached. The last thing he remembered was the puny, young fox talking to him. The whore said something perverse. Or threatening? Drews could not quite recall. At least the fox did not just leave him on the ground next to a tent. He was in a bed, a soft, down mattress beneath his rump and a small blanket draped over his naked body. He blinked. When did he undress?\n\n\t You're awake, Drews, my friend. the fox's voice made the badger wince, his headache momentarily growing worse.\n\n\t Ooof... last night was a fucking blur... never had that happen from one lousy bottle of... anything... \n\n\tThe badger sat up, casting aside the fancy cloth the vulpine put over him. The slut was the one that undressed him, no doubt. A maiden would have at least folded his clothing, and anyone who worked for him would have shined his boots and cleaned his blade. He looked around. His sword was not with him. The room, besides his bed, seemed to have nothing else in it. Even the floor was rough sand. And the door to the chamber looked a little too sturdy to be an inn's. This had to be the silver fox's abode. But, had he not come from the Temple of Ouroboros?\n\n\t Whe-whe- he cleared his throat. Where am I? Got any water? \n\n\tVarkude pointed to a large jug by the bedside. Drews drank like he had been in the desert for days. His throat felt dry, more ragged than usual. The feeling reminded him of his youth, digging for gold down in the deep mines, breathing all sorts of awfulness. He belched, tasting shrubbery on his tongue.\n\n\t You fuckin' bitch. You drugged me. he snarled.\n\n\tIt all came rushing back. The fox did something to the wine! Drews shot up from the bed, paws clenching into fists, and rushed the smirking creature. There was a clanging of chain, and his right foot twisted beneath him, his left nearly ripping from its socket. Drews shrieked, falling flat on the floor.\n\n\t Fuuuuck! How dare you, you mongrel son of a whore, you let me go right now, or I will have you- he launched into a howling rant, spittle flying from his mouth, clawing at his chained feet, before something sharp at his cheek stopped him cold.\n\n\t Please calm down. his own sword was pressed against a vein in his neck.\n\n\tIt would not take much pressure or motion on the silver fox's part to end his captive. Drews kept his blade sharper than a merchant's mind, as he liked to joke. Remembering his own bragging did him no favors, but it was the sort of ridiculous thought the badger expected to come up when he was faced with death.\n\n\t Look... Varkude. I'm sorry about before. I was a bastard to you, and I let my balls do the thinking. You know what I mean? I'm sure you do, you've had clients like me before. Right? I just... I just felt like I was losing to the youth, you know? I let my suspicions get the better of me, judged you poorly. I'm sure you don't wanna do anything you'd regret. the badger looked for an opening, some small wavering of the sword, to grab the weapon from the fox.\n\n\tThere was none. It was like Varkude was made of stone. This was no whore out of his depth. This was a desert bandit, a monster without a conscience that knew exactly what he was doing. The badger's muscles tensed. He felt cold sweat on his paws.\n\n\t You look trapped. That means you finally realized your situation. Varkude sighed, walking around his victim, tip of the sword firmly against his throat.\n\n\tThe fox was as naked as the badger. Drews found himself wondered if the whore violated him in his sleep. But, no, that would be something a perverted, useless little vixen-todd would do. Varkude was obviously something else. Something handsome, and soulless, and muscled like a god, a slender vision of lust...\n\n\t What the... You drug me with some kind of aphrodisiac, you sick fuck? he snarled, but kept his voice low and his eyes on the fox's sword paw.\n\n\tThe fox moved like a bandit. Or, at least, someone who was once a bandit. The lithe male was out of practice, inexperienced, or both. He stepped forward, angling the blade, as if to drive it down, through the rib cage and into Drews' heart, but stopped just short of executing the maneuver. Standing there, vulnerable gonads practically in the badger's face, he sneered down at the guard. The smell of him was distracting. One good punch, or a claw, or even a bite, and that cock and balls would be the silver fox's undoing, but Drews could not quite concentrate on what he should do. His body trembled, his own member plumping up, growing erect.\n\n\t Damn this shit... I'm not... he shook his head, and only the blade digging down into his soft neck flesh kept him from turning away.\n\n\t I'm afraid it's much, much worse than that, Drews. the fox said with glee, teeth shining in the lamp light of his specially made prison cell.\n\n\t A drug, no matter how potent, will wear off. This won't. It's what Aisha has. The sin worm. Even now, it's working its magic on you. You remember how big she grew off that meal? I love what I'm seeing in your eyes. Yes, you do remember. And I bet right now, your stomach just begged for breakfast. \n\n\t What do you want from me? Drews gasped out.\n\n\t I think the sin worm has a weakness. I have some herbs that can keep it from ever taking root, so there must be something that it hates. And, of course, while the sort of debauchery Aisha is capable of must be good for the sin worm, there must be something the sin worm loves above everything else. the fox stood back, admiring the panting, dizzy badger clutching a paw to his crotch and another to his stomach.\n\n\t I like Aisha. I want her to keep being the gluttonous, horny vixen that she turned into. While I know she is destined to split open, I'd like to keep her intact for as long as possible. To that end, I need you. \n\n\t You want me... to be your plaything... to see what could hurt the sin worm? Drews growled, trying to keep his mind on the conversation, instead of the sudden flood of desires he could barely contain. And if I don't... do what you want? \n\n\t Do you think you have a choice? \n\n\tVarkude was right. Damned fox had him. And, it was not as if running away would do anything for that worm. The badger felt it eating away at him. Or, at least, he imagined the gurgling of his stomach matching the pulse of his heart was the parasite doing its best. Somehow, that did not do anything to him. Every thought about the worm was numbed, his mind coming back to food and sex and feasting and fucking and the fox, standing there naked, so close, so deliciously close...\n\n\t Gods... just kill me... \n\n\t In due time. Now, the first order of business is medicine. Let's see what happens when we try to purge the sin worm using common grasses and spices. I'm sorry I couldn't make it any less bitter... \n\n\tThere was no way to attack the fox when he turned away and removed the sword. He was too far away. There was no point. It was so much easier to just feed. Drews smelled the soup before the bowl even reached him. A pungent, ugly aroma that would have made him clutch his mouth before invaded his nostrils. Now, it was just food. Drews had never felt hunger like that before. The first bite was delicious beyond his wildest dreams, even if it burned his mouth and tasted like hay. Somehow, the worst flavors were sweet, and the slimy liquid was salty in just the perfect proportion. Eyes watering, he held the bowl up to his mouth and inhaled it without so much as a wince of displeasure. The reward was instant. \n\n\tThe moment fresh stuff hit his stomach, he seized up, eyes wide. He heard drugged-up Ouroboros whores talk about reaching some superior state of mind by fucking. Drews knew what they meant with absolute certainty. The pleasure was instant, enough to have his dick slapping his belly insistently as he drank the concoction. He shivered, hips twitching, slurping until it was all gone. With an energetic snarl, he flung the bowl away to shatter against a wall, and furiously pawed himself. Let that vulpine bastard watch! He needed this! Dozens of rationalizations whirled through his mind: he was pent-up, this was what the poisoning monster did to him, he was just a victim, he was thinking about Irra. None of them sounded particularly genuine to him as he masturbated, but his paws refused to let go.\n\n\t Interesting. To you, it's just some soup. If you were wondering, a spoonful or two of this is enough to make most people vomit up their guts. Useful for poisonings. But not for the sin worm, it would seem! It's surprising how quickly it took over in there. What I would give for a closer look... but, I don't think you would want me to slice you open just yet. Varkude's crotch looked a bit plumper.\n\n\tThe sick silver fox was having his fun. Drews thought about killing the bitch, but for the moment, shooting his load was all that mattered. That, and of course, more food. Under it all, he felt nausea and a terrible pressure around his gut, but the bliss was overriding any discomfort, and the sin worm demanded more.\n\n\t Oh gods... fuck... I need more food... Drews growled under his breath, eyes closing as he tried to concentrate on cumming, rather than on the rising hunger.\n\n\t I'm afraid I can't provide you with the same sorts of feasts Irra, Aisha, and I enjoy together in our tent, but rest assured, you won't go hungry. the vulpine's dead eyes narrowed with sadistic glee as he walked away from his victim.\n\n\tWith Varkude gone and the door locked, Drews could at last pretend he was enjoying the lovely, big ursine rather than sitting alone on the floor of a cell, full of some horrid beast. Climax, when it came, was pleasant enough, but something was lacking. The badger crawled back to his bed, the afterglow disappearing by the time he flopped onto the mattress. There was no satisfaction. A session of pawing, and he felt no less horny. A meal that he felt churning like a northern swamp in his belly, and he was still hungry. It was not painful, but the promise of pain was enough. Drews felt on edge, as if he stopped right before achieving the sought-after point of bliss, as if all he experienced until then was just a prelude.\n\n\t It's the sin worm. Fuck that thing. I'm not just... some whore. the former guard, now helpless prisoner, gritted his teeth.\n\n\tThe shaking started sooner than he expected. He recalled the way that skinny fennec stepped from foot to foot, her paws practically a blur at her stomach, her back always twitching one way or another. Drews thought it was drug withdrawal, or a bad batch of something. Now, he knew it was the parasite. He swore he felt it, angrily twisting in his gut, demanding more. But, where could he get more? Whining, he pawed himself, spilling his seed over the bed, over his own belly, licking it up, but that seemed to calm the pangs for mere moments. What he needed was much more than that.\n\n\tHe screamed for Varkude. Curses, death threats, and rage-filled howls gave way to bargaining and pleading. It was strange to hear what came out of his mouth. The older badger babbled, sobbing as his trembling claws dug into the mattress beneath him. Cold sweats gave way to spasms of heat.\n\n\t Please... I'll suck... I'll do anything... just come back... I need more! he gasped out.\n\n\tHis eyes must have been fixed on the ceiling, because eventually, he felt a strong, reassuring paw on his belly, and saw the silver fox's face hovering over him.\n\n\t You are in bad shape. Originally, I thought I would bring you another medicinal herb mixture to try, but seeing how Aisha suffers, I decided that can wait. We wouldn't want you to die too soon, now would we? I brought you water, bread, some wine, even cheese. \n\n\tThe words sounded kind, unexpectedly friendly. But, judging by the way that paw kneaded his gut, the badger was sure Varkude spoke to the sin worm, not to its host. It would be easy to sink his teeth into the fox now. He could practically smell the aroused male's musk from where he lay. Or would it be? It felt wrong. The badger's clouded mind reminded him that there was food, and that the fox brought it for him.\n\n\tSitting up did not hurt. It was as if all the aches and pains went away the moment new, delicious smells entered the room. He giggled, a paw going to his face. One day and one night, maybe less! He was a slave to the sin worm, just like that. He grabbed a hunk of bread from Varkude's paw with a grateful, saliva-spitting groan, and shoved as much of it as possible into his mouth. Chewing was optional. The badger's belly growled for more, and the fox provided. Wine and water tasted almost the same, a delightful nectar of the gods that ran down Drews' throat by the gallon. Nearly drowning, Drews nodded when Varkude asked if he wanted more.\n\n\tThe cheese, it turned out, was especially rewarding. Varkude scribbled something while he watched the badger eating the tough old thing, clearly trash from Irra's table, but somehow all the more delicious for once being handled by the bear.\n\n\t And the cheese? It's especially satisfying? I will bring you more if that's what you like, so speak up. Varkude asked, quill scratching over a small, leather-bound book.\n\n\t It's like fucking! You have no idea! I am in heaven here, everything is so perfect, so wonderful... I swear, I can see huge, heaving breasts just closing my eyes... big, big, big... Drews could not think of anything more to say.\n\n\tThe promise of more was all that kept him speaking, and as long as he responded to the fox's questions, his captor offered more.\n\n\t The sin worm attaches a lot of feelings to breeding. Aisha, you'll be pleased to know, is in a similar state. Though, given her more robust diet, she has increased in size faster than you. I think the worms prefer fat, meat, and milk to almost any other food. Sweets do nearly nothing, and greenery and bread appear to have minimal power over you both, but cheese and fish... well, it does seem like you two respond very well! Especially with growth. \n\n\t Growth... it was not even a question.\n\n\tDrews felt his poor, suffering guts take on weight like he was a greedy merchant's only ship. A part of him recoiled at the agony, but the bliss of continuing to eat, of tasting more wonderful bites, was enough to quiet that part. Like a little whip-play during a good mating, this was just a little discomfort. And, perversely, he felt pride as his stomach accommodated more. Whenever his eyes drifted down to his belly, he thought of Irra, of how gloriously large the bear was... It would feel incredible to be that big. Almost as incredible as just to fuck that belly, to hump that navel for all he was worth!\n\n\t Your libido is certainly a thing to behold. I could have sworn you came as you chewed that last piece of bread, but here you are, hard and eager as ever. I would ask if you'd like some help but... I'm not your type, am I? the silver fox's grin filled the striped weasel's vision.\n\n\t N-no? Drews managed, before a pained belch escaped him.\n\n\tHis gut felt like a barrel between his legs. The erection bobbing against it was spurting, and he was shamelessly wriggling his ass on the bed as he ate. It was fine to pretend the warmth of the sheets, and his own belly were something else, but it would be finer to let the fox help relieve him. He was a whore. It was his job. He worked for Lady Irra. He brought food...\n\n\t No, of course not. Aisha, too, is hesitant. But, I am willing to bet my life that with enough fat, you'll gladly let anyone and everyone pleasure you. Varkude chuckled. What do you say? Tomorrow, I bring you a nice, big jar of olive oil and melted fat from steaks, and if you're still reluctant, you can slice my throat from ear to ear, mmm? Wouldn't that be nice? Some revenge on the whore that made you a worm's slut? \n\n\tIt was hard to think. But, the fox was right. Gorgeous, black fur or no, he was a vile monster! He trapped him in this room! He made him hungry! He was the one that put that worm in him. But, was that so bad? Drews chewed his next bite of cheese thoughtfully, almost slowly enough to taste the mold growing on it.\n\n\t You're much more docile, Drews. It makes sense. All that pleasure you're feeling isn't for breeding anymore. Not that it matters to you. You still get to fuck, even if you won't be siring any stripe-dogs. Just more worms. And why would you be aggressive, when that's your new purpose? No, your masters want you to hump me, don't they? \n\n\tThe fox sounded like a child making fun of a beggar, and yet, Drews could not do much more than growl in between mouthfuls. Perhaps after he no longer had any sustenance in front of him, the badger would attack. But, for now, so long as Varkude kept giving him more, it was stupid to upset him. And, if he was honest, Drews had to admit there was something about the fox, now that he was at the monster's mercy. It was not charm, exactly, but the vulpine's lust was obvious, and it called to Drews. Varkude must know something of what the sin worm feels like, the badger thought with mad hope. If he just played along, they could laugh about this with Irra someday! Just a couple of her boys, playing tricks on each other!\n\n\t I'm sorry. I was a horny, jealous fool...squelch... please, forgive me. I want to fuck you as much as I want to fuck Lady Irra, and I won't... I won't hold any of this against you... just please... unchain me... get the worms out...urrp. Drews retched, swaying where he sat.\n\n\tHe felt full. No, there was simply no more room. He could not feel full anymore even if he was bursting at the seams. What he felt was pressure, and a brief reward of bliss from the sin worm for a job well done.\n\n\t I'll think about getting the worms out. And you think about revenge. If you can. Varkude nodded, happy to see him so large, and left him in his cell once more.\n\nVVV\n\n\tThinking was impossible. It was difficult to detach his mind from the desires the worms forced on him. He slept, dreams filled with slithering, ugly shapes, grand feasts, and orgies that turned into atrocities. Waking with a panicked shriek, the badger tried to jump out of bed, but found his body rebelling, pain shooting through his round gut. Drews looked at the taut belly, shaking paws prodding at its surface. The worms wasted no time with him. Disturbingly, he found numb spots over his swollen stomach, and even over his legs. His muscles atrophied noticeably, the badger's biceps more than a quarter smaller already. Everything went to the sin worms.\n\n\tWhen Varkude returned, the fox looked over his captive with a benevolent smile that almost made the badger beg to be petted. Instead, he simply lay there on the bed, naked and unable to move.\n\n\t Something's wrong... I can't get up... guts feel numb... he panted up at Varkude.\n\n\tA thought came unbidden: was this what pregnancy felt like? Drews shuddered. No, he had to hope the fox would save him, would do something!\n\n\t Just the sin worms replacing organs you don't need. Don't worry, Drews. the silver fox chuckled, walking up to him.\n\n\tThe lust was irresistible. It clashed with the flood of anger and hate, overwhelming the badger's true feelings with ease. He could feel himself growing more receptive, moaning at the warmth of the fox approaching him, at the smell of a strong vulpine. The jug of oil in his paws was welcome, too. Saliva dripped from the badger's chin down onto his chest. He reached out, claws clicking against the jug's clay belly.\n\n\t Drink carefully, now. We wouldn't want to disturb the worms at their work. Varkude said. Aisha complained of numbness last night, as well. You should have seen her. She is quite a sight, now! Tiny fennec, with fat, veined breasts slapping a gut that could hold you, just lying there before my mistress and me, pleading for more. \n\n\tThe fox was close, his cloak tickling Drews' thigh. The badger drank, greedily gulping down as much of the oil as he could. He felt it course down his throat, splash into his rather more voluminous stomach, and begin to digest. The process no longer felt in the least bit natural. Beneath the fat of his belly, his innards moved with surprising agility, smaller than he expected, his stomach no longer churning properly, but somehow, being swiftly invaded!\n\n\t Oh gods... he whimpered, shivering in unwanted pleasure as the sin worms dug into their meal.\n\n\tVarkude took the empty jug from him.\n\n\t You know, I came to check on you yesterday, and the day before that... but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't disturb you. And here we have the inevitable consequence. Even if I wanted to get the worms out of you, I can't do it... \n\n\tDrews blinked dully. It had been days since he last saw the fox. It felt like much less than that. Did he feed while he dreamed? Did he pleasure himself? What did it matter? The vulpine now standing in front of him was no dream, and he wanted the evil bastard. For what, Drews was no longer certain, but a good, long fuck would be a start!\n\n\t To hell with the worms, you fuck... fucking bitch-fox. I want your ass around my cock right now! he snarled, struggling to sit up.\n\n\tVarkude did not even look surprised.\n\n\t Of course. You've eaten, and now that the sin worms have a good grip on you, you need to share their eggs. They won't take inside me, I'm afraid, and anyway, I would prefer to be the one humping you... but I just can't resist that rabid look in your eyes. So vicious! Maybe, you'll even get your revenge on me for letting you get this far! the fox watched the badger finally straighten up, heaving his belly until it rested on his lap, his throbbing maleness bobbing against it.\n\n\tThe pain of moving disappeared the moment he felt arousal. Anticipation set the sin worms to work. He felt them, could swear he saw them bulge out his fat gut like kicking babes. He had to have eaten more while unconscious. Varkude was soon naked, pressing his ear to the badger's belly, a paw clamped possessively to the other male's middle, pawpad drawing circles around his navel. If the vulpine's other paw was not on his dick, the badger would have sank his claws into the monster's skull and squeezed. As it was, Drews swayed where he sat, buttocks clenching uselessly, a stupid, open-mouthed smile on his face.\n\n\t I can hear them... around your kidneys, up in that stomach of yours... goodness, it's that swollen now? And your guts... I wonder what they will do to your entrails. the fox whispered, enthralled.\n\n\tDrews nodded. It did not matter what the fox was saying. What he was doing was far more important. As if from far away, he saw Varkude leave his swollen belly and needy cock, crawling on all fours before the bed, ass up, tail wagging aside.\n\n\t Use some of the oil on the jug's lip. Don't worry. This isn't a trick. It's like I said... your desires are the worm's, now. You exist for it to breed. So, reward yourself. Give in... it was obscene how the fox's behind wiggled before him, how his asshole seemed actually inviting, in spite of everything.\n\n\tOr, because of everything. Drews could not imagine greater bliss as he forced himself onto unsteady feet, and approached the fox. Every step shook his belly, his abdomen full of oil and a growing next of worms, the intensity of his arousal almost enough for him to splatter his lover with precum just where he stood. He nearly forgot to rub oil over his cockhead and Varkude's anus. It was not as if such details mattered, now. He wanted to rut the fox's rump, and a little discomfort and pain were just distractions.\n\n\tVarkude's ass made for a good shelf for his belly. Resting his middle on top of the fox, Drews moaned, his dick slowly sinking in deep inside. Would it have felt this good now if he mounted Irra? The idea barely made sense. What mattered was the vulpine, right here and right now.\n\n\tHe thrust, always seeking to go deeper, the badger growling as he bent, belly gurgling before him like a cauldron. This was what he was made for, or at least what the sin worms wanted of him. The rewards of his deeper, more insistent thrusts were immense, the rush towards orgasm unstoppable. He needed to spill into that soft, vulpine rump as soon as possible, or he would just die! His balls felt heavy and hot, his mouth dry, and his muscles strangely stronger, as if keeping a firm hold of Varkude was the worms' will. Not that the silver fox wanted to go anywhere. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as his captive. Drews could not believe any creature would welcome such savage humping, but somehow, every time his gut impacted Varkude's lower back, wobbling over his ruffled fur, the smaller male cried out in bliss and begged for more like a good, submissive slut. High as a kite, Drews could imagine he was in charge, if only long enough to cum. A shudder passed through him. Then, another. It felt like the sin worms were dredging up all the semen he had, filling him up with it to overflowing, just for this one release. He truly was their vessel, now. Eggs, not his own seed, would be flowing into Varkude in a moment, his fluids merely a lubricant for the parasites.\n\n\t Oh gods... oh gods... at least you're gonna be as fucked... as I am! he groaned, the cum spewing down his urethra in delicious streams sinking deep into the silver fox's guts.\n\n\tVarkude's belly grew a little, rounding out as he crouched there, milking the badger dry. It was nowhere near Drews' own size, but that would soon be remedied, the former guard was sure! His lustful captor would be a victim, now!\n\n\t Mmm... so good. I can feel it all sloshing in me... the weight of it... and you held it all inside you... there was a weak splash of vulpine seed, more smelt than heard by the badger. Unfortunately, I'm immune to your little masters... did I mention that before? No? \n\n\tDrews felt his orgasm fading. There was barely any afterglow, barely any sign he just shot a record-breaking load into the fox's ass. The sin worms would not have him pass out or give up. And Varkude was making fun of him! Had the silver fox said anything about being immune to the sin worms? The badger could not remember, and even if he could, he was beyond caring. His dick still inside the fox, the badger raised his arms into the air, and with an unintelligible battle cry, brought a pair of fists down on the vile creature's shoulder blades. Air whooshed out of Varkude's lungs, the smaller male wheezing, eyes widening.\n\n\tThis was it. Varkude would die. Balls-deep in the fox, cum dripping down his thighs, Drews reached down, clawing at his neck. He could not wrap his paws around Varkude's throat or even scratch at his arteries! But, he clutched at the fox's scruff, and pulled with all his might, falling on his behind. Drews felt his dick bend, then pop out of Varkude's asshole, semen splashing the floor by the cupful. Varkude wriggled and twisted like a desert snake trying to sink his teeth into Drews' arm, feet trying to find purchase. The stripe-dog heard a satisfying, low pop of backbone struggling to retain its shape, blood running down his arm. A good jerk or two, and he would finally break the pervert's neck!\n\n\t Hrh... Drews... Varkude managed through gritted teeth, his cold, metallic eyes bulging.\n\n\tThe fox lay on his back, draped over the badger's gut, flailing weakly in place, but his voice, even his expression, gave away no fear. Drews could not believe it! Even as he savagely ripped his claws out of Varkude's scruff and began to force the silver fox's neck into an unnatural angle, the vulpine monster looked merely irritated and pained, as if this was just an unexpected bit of exercise!\n\n\t H-hlet go...rrr... \n\n\tHad he not been full of unsatisfied lust and hate, Drews would have been terrified. The fox felt little fear from him, even facing death. There was a crunch. Drews blinked, confused. Did he kill the fox? It did not feel like that at all. Varkude wrenched his neck to one side, then another, and twisted around in the badger's grip. Knees and fists sank into the stripe-dog's stomach, enough to have Drews open his paws and fall onto his back. There was an inevitable kick to his side, making his belly slosh unpleasantly. Finally, pain exploded down his middle, and around his left wrist.\n\n\t Fu-uh-ck! Drews managed to gasp out, raising his injured paw to his face.\n\n\tTwo of his claws were missing entirely and some bones in his wrist were broken. Varkude's thrashing around all built toward that goal. As he curled up on the floor, clutching at his belly throbbing with agony, the sin worms letting him know just what they felt about being jostled about, Drews watched Varkude stand up. The back of the fox's neck was a ruin of torn flesh, blood flowing down his back like a glistening cloak. When he turned, there was a savage smile on his face.\n\n\t I was sloppy with you. That was my fault. No need to kill you yet. Not when you're nice and full of sin worms. Soon, you'll be begging to be my fuck-toy again... and I might even take you up on it. But we'll have to make sure you can't hurt me, eh? he chuckled, shaking his head as if nearly having his skull removed from his spine was as ordinary as a bit of discomfort under his tail.\n\n\tAt least, Drews thought as the monster left, he got to cum, and the fox would have a big scar to remind him of their time together! It was hard to want the vulpine dead. In spite of his immunity, the sin worms wanted him alive and well for Drews to hump, or at least be humped by. Still, imagining Varkude in pain, his scruff a mangled mess, was pleasurable. The image of the vile, perverted male struggling to apply healing balm on the wound kept him from weeping as his guts ate themselves in the darkened cell.\n\nVVV\n\n\tVarkude cursed himself. He never let anyone he liked threaten him. Having a creature barely fit to pop for his amusement slicing into his hide was simply impossible. He paid for his stupidity dearly. The badger's claws left a star-shaped wound where they tore through, and the bleeding only ceased after he applied Ouroboros cult's medicines to his neck. Those were not cheap, he was sure, and even with them, there would be a nasty, ugly scar on the back of his neck for as long as he lived. At least, Varkude thought as he walked from his captive's prison, he was immune. The sin worms' eggs simply died inside him, rather than incubating, and the silver fox was relieved to know that even such close contact with the plague would be harmless to him and his mistress.\n\n\tIt was curious how Drews perceived time, though. There were hints, garbled by the fennec's drugged-up, constantly aroused state, that the parasites confused their hosts. When the sin worms needed sustenance, the host would feel it was dinner time. When the sin worms needed time to process their host's innards for whatever incomprehensible part of their life cycle it is they were in, the host simply accepted it as time to sleep. The rest of the time, the infested spent in a hazy twilight of needing to breed, which made telling time very, very difficult. Aisha had the sun and the moon, at least. Drews lacked even that.\n\n\tIn a few weeks, if he lasted that long, the badger could be convinced it had been years, or minutes since Varkude left, the fox was certain. This opened up many opportunities to play with the stripe-dog. Would it be possible to convince him he was now immortal and his inevitable bursting would be a blessing? Would he welcome it all the more eagerly? Tricking the large male who so rudely interrupted his fun by trying to kill him felt right.\n\n\tThere was a grunt from somewhere above.\n\n\tVarkude's ears immediately perked up and his eyes instantly rose. There were few people on the street around here, but they, too, were pointing upwards, eyes wide with surprise. They had plenty of reason to be shocked. Up on a rickety old balcony, a zorilla fucked what looked to be a huge, brown-furred pile of wobbling wine-skins. The silver fox blinked away the dust of the street. The species of the female was nearly impossible to guess. She looked pregnant, swollen with young and milk until every distinguishing trait was hidden, eclipsed by gut and a pair of tits slapping atop it that leveled every fantasy Varkude ever had for Aisha.\n\n\tThat she was a whore cultist was obvious. It took time to grow this big, and only a few places could sustain the unholy appetites unleashed by the sin worm. That she managed to waddle her way to a client, instead of being stopped by any of her fellow Ouroboros cultists meant that the temple was, at the very least, overrun. The lines of red and brown over her hide, and the twisting, pulsating veins over her breast-flesh and belly fighting for space against sickly purple bruising were breathtakingly clear signs that she was at her limit. She was braced against the balcony, paws clutching at the railing, her enormous gut pressing against it, the navel an ugly whorl poking out nearly a paw-length from between the bars. How she could stay on her feet was a mystery. The sheer girth of her swollen abdomen nearly placed it on the balcony floor! Her tits alone seemed to be as big as her lover's whole torso!\n\n\tThe zorilla humping her was infested, but far, far behind her. She must have gifted him with eggs only a couple of days ago, and now, their perversion drove them out of his chambers and into the streets, to show off and revel in their lust. Varkude never understood some people's desire to be seen, but it was, he decided, a useful weakness. The pair now humping in full view of everyone certainly provided a wonderful show!\n\n\tShe was a feline of some sort: a glimpse of her fluffed up tail, momentary as it was, gave Varkude that much certainty. Her voice also gave it away.\n\n\t Fuck me! Just-fuck-me! More! More! I wanna... I wanna-be-bigger! she mewled, twitching, claws grinding against the metal railing so hard Varkude could hear them.\n\n\tHe could hear, too, the faint tearing and liquid sounds of a belly on the verge of utter destruction. The feline's body could no longer sustain its infestation, and the sin worms within were busy seeking a new home. Unfortunately, that meant digging into the already too-thin walls of the moaning cat's gut. Whatever organs remained within her were long since atrophied and pushed aside by the sin worms, so the whole mass of her belly was, horrifically, nothing but a ball of writhing parasites, eggs, and amniotic fluid. Varkude saw them pushing up, slight bumps over the sweaty, taut surface of the whore's titanic pregnancy. Beyond ripe, her last cries for more sped up, then turned into rapid panting, then gurgling.\n\n\tBehind her, thrusting with abandon, her client seemed oblivious to her state. It was a shame, Varkude thought, that the striped polecat was too out of it to feel her glorious, heaving chest-meat, or run a feverish paw over her shivering, about-to-burst belly. At least the cat seemed thrilled to be fucking, all the way until her gurgling became choking.\n\n\tIt was easy to imagine her face. Cheeks bulging, lips dripping with parasitic slime, eyes unfocused, perhaps looking upwards as climax after climax assaulted the unfortunate prostitute. Varkude licked his lips as she lifted a foot from the balcony, plump ass jiggling, seeking to let the zorilla sink in deeper on his next thrust. The cat wanted more. And her lover had no choice but to give her more. Varkude saw him bend backwards, buttocks driving his dick in with a lewd squelch, his mouth hanging open in the absolute, mad peak of his pleasure. The cat's belly grew larger, no more than a half-a-claw-length in every direction. Beads of blood formed around her navel, her belly button visibly twitching first one way, then another. From every side of its enormous circumference, her ballooning belly's hide reached its breaking point.\n\n\tThere was a creak, audible even more the bystanders' cries and gasps. Varkude took a step back, but kept his eyes on the pair humping away on the balcony. He would not miss this for the world.\n\n\tThe feline's stomach, nothing more than eggsack, boiled with movement, sin worms of prodigious size at the very surface of her breaking skin. Fat, pale and glistening with blood, appeared at her sides, where the stretch-marks became tears. Her navel protruded more, pushed by the weight of her brood, spurting slime.\n\n\tOverwhelmed by the infestation, the cat burst. Like a dropped barrel of eels, Varkude thought with a grin. To the horror of the crowd, chunks of ruptured cat rained down, along with squirming masses of worms, the creatures actually swelling larger as they splattered the street. There were screams as the infestation spread out, looking for new victims. Up on the balcony, the zorilla was not spared: his mouth bulged as a good dozen of the sin worms sought passage deeper inside. The last the silver fox watching the scene saw of him, the striped polecat was clutching at his throat, stumbling back into his home, his stomach already bulging with an obscene load of parasites.\n\n\tThe smell of sin worm amniotic fluid was like that of a butchery. Varkude swore he could see flakes of guts and other assorted organs in the lake created by the cat's demise, the slime red and pink. Some pieces of her still twitched, strips of muscle stuck reliving the feline's ultimate pleasure. Most of her, mercifully, fell from the balcony and was now buried beneath a writhing sea of hungry, ever-reproducing worms. In moments, there would be nothing more than slime-encrusted bones. Which meant more parasites would be looking for hosts.\n\n\tImmune or not, Varkude did not relish the idea of having a creature covered in a fine mist of cat innards, acid, and other horrible juices trying to cram itself into him. Seeing a raccoon merchant that had been leaning against the wall beneath the prostitute when she burst bent double, clutching at his round belly, retching as if at death's door was enough warning for the silver fox. He nodded his satisfaction to the swarm, and headed to his darling Lady Irra.\n\n\tShe would want to know the plague was spreading. And, besides, the fine display he left behind him gave the fox ideas.\n\nVVV\n\n\tIt was dark, wet, and cold. Oleesha's fur stuck to her hide as if glued on, and felt slimy to the touch. She vaguely recalled a servant, a client, or a slave of her cult coming to clean her, but she could no longer tell how long ago that happened, and even if they neglected her, it was difficult to muster the strength to care. All that mattered was her brood.\n\n\tOnce, the priestess was pregnant. She still was, in a sense. When she dared place a paw-pad or two on her enormous belly, she felt movement under parchment-thin skin, as if of an eel or an octopus, a dangerously quick, slithering bulge letting Oleesha know her womb was far from empty. The parasites, for nothing else could be so disgusting and alluring at once, rode her like demons. Half of her thoughts were no longer her own, she was sure. Desires, vile beyond the imagining even of her perverse soul, rose up from under her udder-like, veined tits, from the depths of her egg-sack of a gut.\n\n\tShe growled, trying to move her bulk and assume a more comfortable position while still laying on her side, found her legs could no longer budge her an inch, and groaned in surrender. The monstrous worms inside her must not want to move, she decided. Bliss passed through her, her pussy squirting for the thousandth time in the last few breaths. Every moment of life, cursed as it was, brought immense reward, and Oleesha listened to her new masters with rapt attention. When they told her to fuck every moving creature in the temple, complying was effortless. When she ate entire barrel-fulls of aphrodisiac drugs, bags of medicinal herbs, and hundreds of pounds of every delicacy she could lay her paws on, there was no pain, but more orgasmic pleasure shuddering her swollen belly. Carrying her tremendous, overfilled womb down into the cellars kept her alive and brought her to new heights of bliss. The worms wanted to spread, but they knew a good vessel when they found one.\n\n\tShe shivered, a strange tightness around her crotch for a moment, abused muscles weakly contracting. Face screwed in horror and awe, she looked expectantly ahead, at the apex of her gut. Impossibly, it seemed arm-spans away, but since every stray touch risked splitting her delicate hide, Oleesha could not check for herself. She knew well that the end was inevitable. Drunk with lust, she remembered the moment she saw her future.\n\n\tShe had just commanded that stupid, self-denying creature, Aisha, leave the temple if she did not wish to indulge like a proper cultist. The fennec looked sickly and pathetic, and no one would willingly hump a whore that skinny and sad. Oleesha tried to ignore the whispers tugging at her brain, telling her the evil little desert fox was trying to kill her brood. Fear, pride, and more than a little mind-altering influence kept the cat from realizing her role as a puppet to the monsters inside her until she could no longer resist. Not that she could resist her desires even then.\n\n\tShe ordered entertainment, and her favorite took a long while to come to her chamber. Oleesha recalled her impatience, and then shock, when the boy waddled in, cradling a belly that would put any pregnant creature to shame, including even herself! Gone were the muscles that first attracted the feline to the meerkat. Sweat ran down flabby, fever-eaten flesh, the male's eyes wide and pleading, his chest heaving with every breath. He shuddered, flopping against a wall, jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering. Cum spewed under the tremendous gut, splashing like water breaking. The meerkat's belly bulged, worms within writhing.\n\n\t Coils...coils inside... he managed to gasp, head thrown back, throat working as if he was trying to keep from vomiting even as his hips thrust forward.\n\n\tThe boy humped the air, or at least his own vast, swollen belly, lightning bolts of purple veins and streaks of breaking skin forming over its surface with what she mistook for a heartbeat. In truth, the things inside him sought a way out, and would be contained no longer. They pulsed, shoving forward together, seeking a weakness in his hide, gnawing at him from the inside.\n\n\tThere had been no guts. The suricate had been a nest of viper-sized, slimy creatures, every inch of his innards going to feeding and nourishing them. How many times had she fucked him while they grew? Oleesha screamed, then, terrified. But, the worms did not rush at her. They sensed she was their mother, and refused to sink their horrible little teeth into her. Instead, they left her alone with the meerkat's shattered skeleton and a lake of dirty gray slime, cum, and tatters of hide. As her mind whirled, she felt a kick in her womb. Except, of course, it was no kick. It was too much like the coils of a snake for that.\n\n\tIt should have broken her mind. But, the worms did not want a broken vessel. No, they rewarded her for watching the sight. Even as she clutched at her middle and screeched, her mind was flooded with blissful release, more than she ever experienced with any of her lovers or clients. It was the first hit of a drug, except that it repeated, again and again, without abating. The worms knew she doomed that meerkat, and wanted her to know she did well. The faint, muffled cries of her other cultists meeting a worm or a dozen sounded like music in her ears.\n\n\tThen came the cravings and more love-making. Sometimes, they burst beneath her belly, or while rutting her rump. At others, she was sure they absorbed some of her corrupted essence from a kiss or a blow-job. She could not be sure how her brood found their new hosts, only that later on, she would see them, maniacally clawing at their stomachs or trying to pleasure themselves. No one resisted, in the end. When it came time to give birth, they invariably rushed towards it.\n\n\tSomehow, Oleesha resisted the urge to finish herself off. Perhaps, she was so used to keeping her pleasure contained that even in this monstrous, over-aroused state, she could keep herself from making fatal mistakes. But, it was probably just luck, she thought when her mind was her own, in the brief moments when she was shoving her face in a barrel of preserved food her cultists had kept in the cellars. Everything tasted amazing, like heavenly nectar and ambrosia. Even rotten food had a certain spicy sweetness she could not name to it. With her mouth occupied, she could see clearly that she merely stumbled upon a way to keep her brood content for now. There was no cure or salvation.\n\n\tHer future was to burst open just like that meerkat had.\n\n\t Hello? Anyone down here? I heard moaning. \n\n\tOleesha did not recognize the voice. The accent was foreign, from the North, but it reminded her of Varkude. The silver fox was the one that gave her this curse. She could barely remember how that happened, but then, it did not matter. What would she do to him now, if she caught him? She would just beg to be fucked. Just like with this stranger.\n\n\t Please... come to me... I'm here... she panted, mewling into the dark.\n\n\tShe must have been quite a sight in the candlelight. Surrounded on all sides by emptied barrels and plates, broken jugs, sex-toys, and torn-open pouches of medicine, Oleesha lay like a beached whale upon the shore, trying to look up past her mountainous bosom and up at the intruder.\n\n\t Gods... when those swollen bastards told me to look for their leader down here, I didn't believe them. the stranger was a fox, like Varkude, a reddish brown with eyes that shone brightly thanks to the lantern he brought with him.\n\n\tHe looked healthy. More than that. He looked fresh. Fucking a new male, who was not infested, was the best way to keep herself whole. Oleesha suspected that was a lie planted by the worms, but at this point, it hardly mattered.\n\n\t Come here and fuck me now! she growled through gritted teeth.\n\n\tMuscles on her arms and legs, once too weak to so much as move her an inch, bulged with newfound energy. She could pounce on him, rip his pants open, and have his dick between her breasts in the time it took him to slide that sword he brought with him out of his scabbard. From there, it would be child's play to suck him off. Once he was good and trapped, she could even have him ride her...\n\n\t You don't seriously expect me to obey you, do you? Look at yourself. You're practically a lake of worms on the floor just lying there. You don't even have a navel, just a bloody bulge in the middle of a... well, I'll call it a stomach, but looks more like a net-full of eels from here. \n\n\tHe looked more professional than the guards, and the way he spoke reminded her of the occasional rich merchant that stopped by the Temple.\n\n\t Please... she did her best to pout and look like a beggar, but the worms within her demanded she make her move, before the victim could escape.\n\n\tShe could pounce him. Maybe, she could even survive the experience. But, when he moved, it was fast and utterly without hesitation. This was an agent of the Empire. The fox could kill her even after she had him in her clutches. And as much as she wanted, downright hurt to have his cock, she still wanted to live.\n\n\t I might be persuaded to... give you some relief. the fox's eyes narrowed and Oleesha could tell he wanted to gag as he looked down at her.\n\n\t Come on... the feline pawed at her breasts, shuffling them upwards, showing off their frighteningly huge size for him.\n\n\tLike any pregnancy, the brood had grown her tits. But, it did not stop at a few extra inches of fat. The growth went into overdrive, until Oleesha could boast of being the biggest in the Temple. At least, she corrected herself, until a bustier gal was infested with those damned worms. She hoped the bitch's breasts burst if that happened. This fox would be hers! She had the better bosom, and he would fall for it, and let her have him, and she could make him pop like the others, and she could...\n\n\t Ahem. If you could stop rubbing your areolas for a moment, I have questions, and I doubt we have the time for... whatever this is. the Imperial agent sighed. Who did this to you? \n\n\t Varkude. Fucking bitch of a fox. He did that rodent... Sibada... in a while back. Bandit scum... if I'd known what he would do... ahhh... I'd fucking crush his skull with my belly while I made him eat me out! Oleesha's fantasy of revenge swiftly turned erotic the moment she put any thought towards the vulpine who destroyed her life.\n\n\t Varkude. Of course. A fox? What color of fur? His height? Scars? Any allegiances, religion? \n\n\tOleesha could no longer hear the agent. There was a creaking in her ears, like old, tired leather strips being pulled taut. She grabbed the two vast orbs of fat before her, and bore down, more out of instinct than any hope she could birth the monsters inside her. The fox looking down at her blinked, his calm slipping a bit. He seemed to know what the pained, orgasmic grimace on Oleesha's face meant. He drew out his blade, and stepped back.\n\n\tThe cat looked after him, bulging eyes mad with desire. Her tongue protruded from her open mouth, her breath caught in her throat as the mass of worms shoved her egg-sack of a womb up into her chest cavity, then outwards and down to her squelching wet vagina. There were sad little noises as individual strands of muscle and clumps of fat detached within her. Even if she could take in air, she would not have screamed. The bliss of finally giving birth after such a lengthy, difficult pregnancy was more than she could express in a mere mortal shriek. For a moment, she felt godlike, carrying a thousand children that rushed to escape her, her belly a boiling pot of writhing creatures, its vastness shuddering across the cold floor of the cellar. The next, she tore open in a climax so powerful, her body ripped asunder along with her womb, spine shattering in half, ribs flung outwards, tits smothering her bloody face in a canyon of cleavage. Legs spread wide thanks to broken hips, Oleesha felt herself roll over onto her back, at last empty. Even as the worms sank their teeth into her, all she felt was afterglow. She felt vaguely surprised that she did not blow up as spectacularly as other cultists. Perhaps, the greater weight did something... that hardly mattered now. Oleesha's eyes closed, she tried to draw one last breath through pounds of breasts, and expired.\n\nVVV\n\n\t Alright, Aisha. I know you have been complaining about your new weight and how hard it makes dancing for your mistress. So, I came up with a solution that will serve you well for the foreseeable future. Varkude spoke slowly, making sure to punctuate each word with a sensuous grope of the fennec's titanic belly.\n\n\tShe was fecundity itself. Carrying the sin worms did many favors for her figure, widening her thighs, growing her breasts out until they truly were prize-winning melons on her tiny chest, and adding a counter-balance in the form of a fat rump that begged to be humped and slapped. Thanks to the knowledge he gained from Drews, his observations of the parasites in the city's population, and Irra's great wealth, Varkude was able to slow the growth of her infestation to a pleasurable crawl. Her body should have broken days ago, but still, she retained the ability to waddle, however slowly, from food to fucking to sleep without too much discomfort. Monstrously swollen with sin worms, Aisha's hide barely showed the damage being an egg-sack usually caused.\n\n\tHer gut, now rubbing the ground whenever she was not actively heaving it upwards with her full strength, had a few dull, half-healed bruises, but the stretch-marks over its glistening, nearly fur-less surface were silver, rather than raw pink or bloody red, and the slithering movements of her brood were slow and leisurely.\n\n\tVarkude could only hope that bitch, Oleesha, managed to survive the way his little whore fennec did. She seemed smart enough and ruthless enough to balance mating with victims to spread the eggs against caring for the adult sin worms. There was no fear her appetites would ever be reduced by a small thing like not wanting to die. Certainly, once she was properly motivated, even the originally reluctant Aisha gave in to the pleasures of serving Lady Irra, Varkude, and her infestation.\n\n\t A solution? Aisha rubbed sleep out of her eyes, turning over on her pile of pillows with a soft, muffled slosh.\n\n\tHelping pull her to her feet was always a task. But, Varkude felt stronger with every day she grew larger. Watching her stumble and sway, trying in vain to contain her belly's movements and keep her enormous tits on her swell instead of quaking around like the bowls of jelly they had become under the silver fox's care was always worth the effort. Occasionally, she even leaked milk, which Varkude was swift to lap up, complimenting her and pawing her pussy until she nearly fell back into bed from the stimulation.\n\n\t That's right. Remember that new ring I put in your navel? Well, it wasn't just to torture your pretty little pelt or give you better jewelry! Varkude laughed, reaching down to tug on the heavy, gold door-knocker of an ornament now piercing her nearly-pulled-flat navel.\n\n\tShe shook in place, standing on her tiptoes, trying to spread her legs wider and hump in place, eyes rolling up with pleasure. The sin worms truly were evil, Varkude decided. As far as she was concerned, anything that threatened to rip her open was only marginally less desirable than food and sex. Pleasure was pleasure, and pain was just another kind of pleasure, with very few things breaking through the fog of her brain to suggest she was in danger. So far, knives laid against her belly had her begging for mercy, but beyond that, he could prod, slap, claw, and pinch the desert fox to his heart's content.\n\n\tHe led her from her personal tent to Lady Irra. The bear, beautiful as ever, larger than ever, looked down at the girl led by her lover with lust and awe. Varkude told the ursine what he saw, leaving out some of the gorier bits in favor of describing the uncontrollable lust that led up to the disaster. Irra knew that Aisha's days were numbered, and every day that Varkude brought her to the merchant queen's side, the bear grew more excited. It was almost worth as much as preserving the fennec's growth itself. Seeing another living creature staring, ecstatic and expectant, at Aisha's too-big gut was a drug more potent than any release he could achieve alone with his victim.\n\n\tNot that Lady Irra knew that Aisha was just another sacrifice to her silver fox.\n\n\t You look positively stunning today, Aisha. Please, won't you dance for Varkude and me? the ursine lay on her side, a paw draped over a massive malachite table, its surface covered in plates of drugged candy, fruit, and exotic jerky.\n\n\t Of course, my lady... but as you can see... Aisha whined, flailing a paw at her predicament.\n\n\tEven as strong as the sin worms seemed to make her, there was only so long she could drag a weight twice her own before she was exhausted.\n\n\t Look up to the ceiling of the tent. Varkude growled into her ear, a paw wrapping around her nipple, pulling on another of the piercings he made for her, this one meant only to tease the fennec.\n\n\tA chain, gilded but made of strong steel, hung down in the middle of the room, attached to a small wheel and crank on the ground. Without much more explanation, Varkude pushed Aisha forward, and quickly wrapped the chain's end around the ring, until the links were locked together in a perfect arrangement he demanded from the jeweler that made the fennec's navel ring.\n\n\t All I have to do is turn this crank, and... up goes the belly. \n\n\tIt was strange to watch Aisha's middle rising up, pulled by her navel. Certainly, that much weight could not be supported by a ring alone, but with only a little help, the desert fox was soon standing straight, her legs only slightly bent from the bulk of her infested womb. The sin worms, for their part, made a show of slithering around inside her for a moment, their many bodies momentarily making it seem like she would pop open like an overripe fruit, but soon calmed back down. The combination of herbs Varkude selected thanks to his badger friend was working perfectly. He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, before walking over to join Lady Irra.\n\n\tHis big-bellied, fertility goddess of a lover was very unhappy to learn her guard of many years abandoned her after becoming sick with the sin worms. Varkude wondered just how much of that unhappiness was the product of lust, and how much was genuine concern for the older male. The silver fox also wondered if the stripe-dog could be made to keep quiet for the promise of fucking his mistress once more in a threesome with his destroyer. Though it seemed too risky. It was bad enough to have an unsightly white patch where he foolishly trusted the badger without putting himself in a position where Drews could upset his position with Lady Irra. No, the poor boy would have to burst on his own, so Varkude and Irra could keep enjoying Aisha together until the end.\n\n\tThe end seemed quite close for the short desert fox. Her big ears swiveled, listening for music, her toes digging into the carpet of the tent in preparation, but the sweat dripping down her belly and over her tits told Varkude she was on the precipice. Soon, every dance would be a dangerous balance between healing and doom, and every love-making potentially a climatic finale.\n\n\tIrra commanded there to be music. Servants, what few clung to the merchant queen out of fear, desperation, and greed, refused to be in the same place as Aisha after what they witnessed throughout Rakooma, and the music, when it arrived, came muffled by the tent's cloth. It was a lively melody made by a trio of drum, fiddle, and strange Northern invention the bear called a guitar, and ordinarily, the belly dancer would be whirling from place to place, hovering near an audience member only long enough to smother them in cleavage or shove their snout into her belly. Aisha could not keep up with the beat, and Lady Irra called for the musicians to slow down, or else she would personally shove sin worms down their throats.\n\n\tStomach suspended, the big-eared vulpine took the first tentative steps, before the chain, predictably, stopped her. For a second, she stumbled, wrenching the piercing in her belly to the side, but before things could go any further, Aisha righted herself, and began a less ambitious routine. Slowly, so as not to pull on the chain holding her belly hostage, the fennec made circles around the center of the tent. Shifting from one leg to another, she almost succeeded in a belly dance, heaving her belly to one side, then to another, its immense bulk groaning from such mistreatment. Her tits slapped the orb every time, and she gasped as if the squirts of milk were unexpected each time. Soon, her belly was covered in milk and a new bruise gave her navel a halo of burst blood vessels. Her expression kept changing, from a confused, pained grimace to an ecstatic little smile, the dance no doubt putting her in the mood for something a little more physical.\n\n\tVarkude decided to let her dance for a while longer before suggesting anything to Irra. If the fennec was not tired enough, she could accidentally excite her brood into popping her during sex, and that just would not do. No, when Aisha burst, it had to be because of the ursine's care. The silver fox was sure it would be the final nudge for his lover. Once Aisha was a worm-eaten skeleton, Irra would be his companion for life.\n\nVVV\n\n\tThe city became a shell of its former self. Busy markets closed, what few creatures remaining in their ruined stalls too big and fragile to shuffle around any more, their bodies incubating millions of squirming, evil things. The sin worms spread like wildfire, eggs dropped into water and food by accident or sick perversion. Adult parasites, escaping from the burst husks of their victims, sought new hosts to continue their lives in comfort, and few could resist the flood of them whenever someone inevitably burst. Survivors banded together into small groups of flagellants, prudes, and the immune. For a time, Varkude wondered precisely what made some people repel the sin worms, and the silver fox tried to question them, always pointing back to Lady Irra's massive camp, offering money and safety in exchange for knowledge. None of them were any help, however. They did not know, and from what the vulpine could tell, none of them had anything in common.\n\n\tLady Irra was ready to leave as the first fires began. Crazed fanatics, some already twitching with early symptoms of infestation, turned on anyone that seemed the least bit suspicious. The ursine heard news of this, shooting worried looks at Aisha as more and more reports of violence, destruction, and horrific, wet explosions trickled into her luxurious tent. Varkude took advantage, and within the week, they were traveling out of Rakooma, headed for the big bear's homeland.\n\n\tVarkude nearly brought Drews with them. The badger, long-since defeated by the sin worms, was as harmless as he was whiny. Something within the former warrior broke so thoroughly, the stripe-dog's every third word was a plea for more food, more pleasure, or, occasionally, a feverish cry to be relieved of the pressure within his gut. But, keeping Irra on his side and properly motivated in her cruelty was more important than whatever fun the silver fox could squeeze from the submissive, about to burst badger. Even a reminder that once, she would have been horrified by the idea of another creature suffering like that would be bad.\n\n\tWhich, of course, meant having to dispose of Drews.\n\n\tIt was a fine last experiment, a test of just what effect the herbs he used on himself and Irra to repel the sin worms would have on a creature in Drews' condition. The badger eagerly drank down the whole wine-skin, nose wrinkling with disgust when he tasted the herbs. It was the first time in weeks that the swollen male showed any displeasure.\n\n\t What... is in there? he gasped, wheezing as the sin worms moved within his overloaded belly.\n\n\t A cure, I'm sure. If this doesn't purge the sin worms from you, nothing will. Varkude smiled, reaching up to run a paw over the apex of his captive's moist, shiny gut.\n\n\tEven lying down on a pile of blankets, Drews had a belly as tall as Varkude. The bed lay in ruins outside the cell, having been crushed by the growing badger. He did not need to be chained anymore. His size kept him trapped where he lay, and only Varkude's whim kept him clean and intact. Now, all that was changing. The badger's belly lurched, the worms within sensing something was wrong. Drews drew up his legs, best as he was able, cumming and retching, eyes bulging comically wide as his innards, now merely parasites, panicked at the touch of Varkude's caustic mixture. Under the silver fox's paw, the navel split down the middle as if sliced by a fine blade, spilling amniotic fluid down his sides. From there, the damage shuddered downwards in red lightning-bolts of stressed hide breaking apart. Drews tried to reach up to where the worst of his wounds spurted blood, slime, and eggs, only to flop back on the floor with a gurgle.\n\n\tThe sin worms did not move as one. Disorganized, they slithered over each other, seeking escape wherever they could. The badger's throat swelled obscenely, a load of parasites fighting their way up, and he clutched at his chest, claws digging into his flabby flesh in a mad attempt to free the monsters invading his rib-cage. Legs kicking, oozing cum from beneath a titanic belly, Drews looked like a memory of Sibada flashing through a nightmare. The tearing of meat, the splashes of juices, and the ugly, lewd noises of release rose to a crescendo. Varkude stepped back, removing his paw off the badger's stomach just in time for a fat, arm-sized sin worm to burst forth from the torn navel. Drews croaked out something that sounded like the word 'more' as his belly boiled up with thousands of creatures tasting freedom, and exploded.\n\n\tThe blast sent Varkude stumbled back, his cloak splattered with clumps of badger gut and squirming, fish-sized monstrosities writhing in agony. The herbs, it would seem, did something to a sin worm's natural slime, making it inhospitable for the demonic creatures. The broken-open badger's still-convulsing corpse remained uneaten as the mass of parasites died on the spot, a rancid smell rising from the steaming pile in moments.\n\n\t Well, I was planning on burning down the house, anyway. \n\n\tThe arsonists trying to burn the plague off the face of the world made for good cover. Not that Varkude suspected anyone would blame him for trying to keep one of the infested creatures in his basement. A great many people tried to do that, reasoning that perhaps the curse could be lifted. More than likely, the ignorant neighbors would just assume that the silver fox did himself in. That lot would not be able to tell a stripe-dog from a vulpine, Varkude was sure. His home crackled merrily as the carpets, bedding, and various other trinkets went up in flames thanks to a mixture of oil and liquor. The fox did not stay long enough to watch. He had places to be.\n\n\tDitching the soaked-through, bloodied cloak outside Lady Irra's camp, he strode in, grabbed a sack of supplies, and threw it onto a wagon as if he was working the whole time. Thanks to the chaos, it was easy to pretend he was at her side since last night. Not that anyone dared check. Thanks to some well-placed rumors and some actual truths the vulpine slipped into conversation, the bear's hired help thought of him as something between Irra's husband and a desert demon she kept as her personal assassin.\n\n\t Oh, hello there! Thanks for the help, Master Varkude. a squirrel half-bowed as Varkude passed him. Please tell Lady Irra we're almost done here. Soon, we'll have everything in the wagons and moving out from this accursed place! \n\n\t Good. I will be sure to mention your excellent work organizing our escape, Chisk. the silver fox smiled benevolently.\n\n\tIt was good to be treated with adoration and respect.\n\n\t Oh, um, Master Varkude? There was a strange fox here earlier, looking for you. He said something about the Temple of Ouroboros, and the plague, and I think some awful thing about you being a bandit. \n\n\tVarkude felt his mask of kind, noble merchant cracking. A familiar, cold look swept over his face. It took so much work fooling everyone here, and now, some would-be hero was here to ruin everything? That would not do. Hopefully, he could murder Chisk before the bushy-tailed rodent told Irra anything too incriminating...\n\n\t The guards sent him running, told him if he wanted one of ours, in this time of troubles, they'd cut off his head like breaking a thread! He brown-furred bastard moved quick after that. How anyone could say such stuff about you, Master Varkude, I can't imagine. Must've been riddled with the worms, trying to sneak in to hump you! No offense, but you are a handsome one, and the plagued sort notice. the squirrel scratched the back of his head, looking apologetic.\n\n\t No offense taken, Chisk. You and the guards are getting extra pay for defending my honor and keeping the awfulness of this plague out of our caravan. I'll have plenty of trouble keeping poor, bloated Aisha together without Irra deciding to take in another leper! Varkude chuckled, clapping Chisk on the back.\n\n\tIt was useful to make Lady Irra the generous, naive rich girl trying to help the sick. It did nothing to counter the rumors of perversion that constantly swirled around the couple, but it did make Varkude and the bear look like they were doing this for reasons other than lust. Ever since he perfected the 'cure' for sin worms, the silver fox distributed it freely to all the servants, explaining that without Aisha's assistance, no such medicine could be made. They readily accepted that.\n\n\tHis ursine mistress took up a wagon all of her own. It was near the front of the caravan, surrounded by guards and her wealth. Aisha, looking like a salve-smeared pinkish bubble, sat in a separate, smaller wagon, pulled by a sturdy couple of skunks that joined them days ago. The pair of males were obviously infatuated with the fennec from the moment they saw her. Varkude saw the use of the brothers, and let them have her, so long as they took good care of the vixen. Of course, the deal also included letting him and Lady Irra play with the infested desert fox whenever the mood struck. Varkude wondered what use he could put those two once Aisha was done for.\n\n\tFrom the looks of her, the big day was coming sooner than even the silver fox expected. Her plump face had a sickly, greenish tint to it, and her body sweated out slime as if she were some exotic lamprey. The sin worms dominated her so thoroughly, she could no longer dance even with the chain attached to her navel. The pull of her gut would either rip the ring right out or break the tent, even if the caravan stopped just to set up a proper place for her performance. She spoke rarely, and when she did, it was in a mewling, moaning, breathless sort of voice, mostly incoherent babbling about the coils of her cult, Varkude's wonderful love-making, and Lady Irra's generous breasts. It was funny to hear the fennec mention the chest size of another female, thought the fox, given her own impressive udders, but then, it was debatable if Aisha even understood what her body was, now.\n\n\tVarkude gave the flank of her gut a pat, and clambered onto Irra's wagon. The plush, dim interior kept the bulk of the ursine comfortable, her brown fur never marred by sweat, sand, or sunburn. Ever since she began to delegate most of her decisions to others, Varkude could demand more of her time for feasting and love-making. Now, he openly spoke of her bursting, knowing she found the idea as sickeningly pleasurable as he did. A paw on her belly told her it was him. To think, he had touched three different creatures filled with lust, at different stages of their self-destruction in a single day! Varkude felt blessed. If there were gods, then the vile way he lived before was a way to balance the scales, for he could think of no better way to spend his days than this.\n\n\t You've come back, my dear fox. Are we almost ready to leave? she spoke softly as he snuggled up to her belly, resting his head on her breast.\n\n\t Yes. And, we should celebrate the moment Rakooma becomes invisible on the horizon. I saw Aisha, and I don't think she'll be able to hold on for much longer... unlike you, my big, beautiful goddess. Your fertile form will eclipse the stars before there is a single creak of effort from your hide. Imagine it, and we will make it so. \n\n\tIt was child's play to mold the bear's mind. She was eager to grow for him, and every temptation he cared to thrust before her, Irra accepted with less and less complaint. She would need a bigger wagon, at this rate. Already, her arm draped over the side, and her belly was so heavy it made the metal of the wheel spokes tremble.\n\n\t Make love to me, Varkude, tell me more of those vile desert tales! Irra commanded, just as the silver fox knew she would.\n\n\tHe was only too happy to satisfy. He needed the release after what he saw in the city.\n\nVVV\n\n\tThe trick to mounting a creature infested with sin worms, Varkude thought as he approached Aisha, lay in careful timing. Even sedated, the worms knew when their vessel had reached her limits. So, it was important not to put too much pressure on the fennec. She stood trembling, if spreading like an old-time fertility goddess, barely touching the fibers of the blanket with her toes counted as standing at all. Her vast womb sat heavily upon the hot desert sand, pulsing slowly, but with enough force to shuffle the grains around. Left like this, it would bury itself in the dune within the day, if Aisha survived long enough. More likely, however, these were her last moments.\n\n\tVarkude arranged for a picnic with Irra and their pet infested the moment he could no longer see the city. With Rakooma a distant, smoke-belching ruin being fought over by the Empire, fanatics, and sin worms, there was little to fear from anyone who knew who he truly was. And, he did tell Lady Irra the truth. If Aisha did not experience some final pleasure with them, she would surely experience one final pleasure all on her own. And this could not be allowed.\n\n\t Are you ready for me, Aisha? he whispered, kneeling at her oozing sex, just close enough to rub the tip of his maleness against her twitching folds.\n\n\tIrra sat nearby, popping grapes into her mouth and watching with undisguised astonishment. Varkude kept her from seeing just how big Aisha grew while the caravan prepared, and throughout the journey, found excuses to keep the fennec's transport out of the bear's view. Now, his mistress saw the vixen in all her glory, an egg-sack squirming with worms, her tits mashing into the ground, every vein standing out and thin lines of stress around her areolas, her fur sparse over a belly that could belong to a whale. Just unloading her for the picnic took many paws and a large blanket to cushion the landing. There was little chance anyone would be able to move her now.\n\n\t Ye-es... the words came out between gritted teeth, Aisha's mad grin widening, drool spilling into the darkness of her cleavage by the cupful.\n\n\tSlipping inside took no effort. She was wet, and hotter than even the sand, surprisingly tight even after being softened up by the skunk brothers. The pair proved quite valuable in keeping her intact, and for this, they received the honor of watching her burst. From a distance, of course. Varkude already felt a little strange skewering the fennec's pussy while Irra looked on. It was, he decided, not the way he preferred things. But, the pleasure was the same regardless, and the anticipation, fed by Aisha's moans and the twitching of her taut hide, made up for any discomfort.\n\n\tHe felt the sin worms inside her through the thinnest of membranes, their swarm pressing against his dick even as he humped, testing the sack of her innards. She gasped, paws slapping uselessly at the belly before her. The life within her wanted out, but Varkude's thrusts were slow as honey, and they seemed content to merely attempt taking him over. The temptation had been there, however slight, to see what sin worms would do to him, but the silver fox's desires lay in a different direction for now. He took his time building to a climax, careful not to slip up and begin humping the vixen too forcefully, occasionally pawing at a massive tit or reaching past her breast-meat and feeling her jiggling, slow-boil belly.\n\n\t She's getting red... no, purple... around her middle. Irra pleasured herself best as she could, sitting up and riding a pillow, eyes fixed on the place Aisha's belly button once resided.\n\n\tThe piercing had to be removed. The skin healed quickly thanks to Varkude's care, but any hole within it that remained would only grow as the sin worms prepared to birth. Where he was, the fox could not see it, but beads of blood were already staining the sand at the foundations of Aisha's gut. The desert drank up the fennec's sweat and slime as Varkude did his best to bury as much of his cock in her as possible. It would have been too much, once. Now that anything could have her squelching in place and crying in bliss, it must have felt like being impaled. She clung to her tremendous body best as she could, claws scrabbling at the sides of her belly and tits, eyes rolled up and head thrust back so far Varkude could see her throat working to keep swallowing the juices rushing up her gullet.\n\n\t Come on... hold together... Lady Irra wants to feed you after this. the silver fox groaned, precum jetting into the vixen beneath him, his jaw clenching.\n\n\tHis climax was nothing compared to the one experienced by Aisha as she nearly shattered herself, thighs shaking as she did her best to hump in place and drain her lover of all his seed. That, or at least relieve the urge to pass on her damnation to another, Varkude reminded himself. Her mind belonged to the parasites now, and what few instincts remained within her drugged-up brain dealt in new imperatives. He spent enough time listening to Drews and her speak of their dreams to know sin worm hosts could make even him feel a twinge of disgust. Not that it stopped him from cumming at the thought of the vixen's womb succumbing to the pressure of life within it!\n\n\tSatisfied for the moment, he withdrew as slowly as he entered, making Aisha gurgle and beg for more with every inch taken from within her. Her hide no longer pulsed. Veins, broken by the exertion of her heart nearly popping out of her chest beating to keep her alive, provided no guide for the sin worms to time their attacks on the walls of her egg-sack of a belly. It was more bruise than hide. Still, there remained enough coordination in the unholy brood to press on, toward her navel. The end had begun.\n\n\t Alright, hold on a little longer... Varkude leaned down and kissed her on the lips, tasting a mixture of slime and blood before he stood up and motioned for Irra to come and finish the work.\n\n\t Eat up, and if you make it, Varkude will fuck you again. Lady Irra rumbled down at the fennec as she took her place at Aisha's side and began to force food into her mouth.\n\n\tThe worms understood hunger and lust. Limits, such as they were, existed for them only when their host was about to die and strand them without another body to infest. Tricking them with a steady stream of drugs, sustenance, and sex worked very well, and even in her current state, the big-eared vixen seemed to gain newfound strength from the bear's promise.\n\n\tVarkude sat back, resting in the afterglow, watching the show. There was a slim chance Aisha would live long enough for another love-making, but if that happened, the silver fox would grant the honor to the skunk brothers. If they wanted to be nearly buried by sin worms when the whore popped open, that was their wish. Varkude and his love, meanwhile, were content to merely bring Aisha to the very edge and watch her go over.\n\n\tGoing over the edge took time, even in the fennec's utterly swollen state. She flopped onto her side in the sand, chewing a piece of meat Irra lovingly thrust between her lips. She belched, the gaseous discharges of her brood accompanying every forced gulp. Peaches, pit and all, went into her maw, followed by more meat, then sliced melon. The sin worms responded well. For the moment, they concentrated on digestion, not the desert fox's end. Eventually, with the bear's help, Aisha rolled over onto her back, the effort nearly breaking her spine as she twisted in place, urging her too-big belly to comply. No position offered relief, or room for the fennec to grow. Taut, bloody, her vast middle lurched as if she were being fucked still, the drool oozing from her mouth frothing.\n\n\t Poor vixen... poor Aisha... have some poppy candy. Lady Irra spoke in a motherly tone, but her cheek was pressed against Aisha's dome of a belly, and her smile was very, very familiar to Varkude.\n\n\tThe opium slid down into the fennec's gut with the same digestive complaints as anything else she swallowed. And, rather than calm her brood, it spelled her doom. Even as a giddy smile spread over Aisha's face, Varkude saw her belly's lurching stop, a terrible vibration passing through it. The weight of what her womb contained defeated her hide without much more help from the sin worms. Irra looked down at the bowl in her paws with disappointment; she wanted to feed Aisha some more before the end. With a heavy sigh, she heaved herself up. Aisha tried to speak through a mouthful of seasoned honey apple, dribbling sweetness down at her chest as it struggled to lift upwards for a breath. The mass of gut and tits suddenly shoved atop her as the birthing pangs began made that task impossible, but then, the fennec knew nothing, saw nothing anymore.\n\n\tThe egg-sack Aisha became vibrated like a guitar string. The sin worms, alerted to the imminent destruction, still confused by Varkude's efforts, swirled against her navel in a strange, corkscrew pattern, spiraling drunkenly out. A shockingly lewd expulsion of slime from between Aisha's legs signaled the end. A tear rose up from her nethers, slicing its way as if the fennec's bleeding, purple belly was a strange, overripe melon being cut open by a clumsy servant. It was slow, giving Aisha plenty of time to realize something was terribly wrong before the last, climactic pleasure erased her mind entirely. She lay there, stricken, flailing like a dying fish, her overworked womb splashing out of her split gut, glistening dark red in the sunlight. Irra cried out, shocked by the sight and what it aroused in her. Varkude smiled, and looked closer. The apex of Aisha's slimy sack of worms blew open so quickly, other creatures would have missed it. The silver fox watched, entranced, as the sin worms poured out, widening the gash they created. Sensing their freedom, the parasites tried to find new hosts, but between Varkude's careful treatments and the hot desert Sun, they had only a precious few moments to try and dig back into their destroyed host before the sand cooked them alive.\n\n\tAisha gave one last gurgling breath, and went limp. Soon, her magnificent tits would be a meal for her children. It was a shame, thought Varkude, that there was no way to keep her alive and whole forever. At least, he still had Irra. The ursine stood, watching the small lake of sin worms digging into the dunes or slithering their way into Aisha's corpse, her expression somewhere between horrified realization and joy.\n\n\t It's... that's what it feels like. she mumbled.\n\n\tVarkude smiled. Juices glistened between her legs. She climaxed watching the fennec burst. It was a good sign. Still, she felt some shame, or perhaps disgust, and turned away, walking toward the caravan. That gave the vulpine time to rush to the broken desert fox's side, dip a bottle into her slimy, corruption-filled remains, and cork the container, storing it within her cloak. He doubted the North had anything as wonderfully vile as the sin worms, and he could think of a dozen uses for them, now that he knew their life cycle intimately.\n\n\t My lady, please wait up! Let me bury Aisha before we leave! he called to her.\n\n\tA few hasty pawfuls of sand to make it seem like he tried, and he gave up to join his mistress.\n\n\t I'm sorry. I was... grieving. She was a fine young vixen, and if she only lived longer... perhaps I could save her. \n\n\t At least, she died a pleasurable death. She looked like she was having the greatest orgasm of her life when she... split. Irra nodded, gulping in air as she trudged to her wagon.\n\n\t If I died that way, it would be a wonderful end. Varkude looked up at Lady Irra.\n\n\tThe ursine looked thoughtful. Still, there was no denying her lust. The fox's manipulation worked, and by the time she was inside her wagon, laying atop her pillows, Lady Irra was once again the same, horny bear he loved. He did not wait for her to command it, but grabbed a bag full of drugged candies and straddled her thighs, resting her rock-hard erection on her fat gut.\n\n\t Let me put your mind at ease, my lady. he whispered, trembling all over with newfound lust.\n\n\t Please! the big-bellied bear shivered beneath him, her bulk shuffling deeper into her pillows, her legs spreading and her mouth opening wide.\n\n\tIt took a few candies before all worries melted away. Varkude patiently tossed them into her maw, massaging her belly, running paws over her areolas and pinching her nipples, keeping his mouth shut for the moment, occasionally bending down to kiss her navel or playfully nip at her soft belly. Then, cautiously, he began to speak.\n\n\t You want to be the biggest, do you not? \n\n\t Ah...of course...ooo... just... I wanna... she moaned as he squeezed her teat, and gently slipped down, bodily lying atop her nearly spherical stomach, his length pressed between her legs.\n\n\t You want to be the biggest... and you know the price... swollen with children, with food, with parasites, with drink and with drugs... you cannot live as the biggest... you must surrender to the pleasure... the pressure... \n\n\tIt was a stroke of genius to keep snacks at her side in the wagon. The bear did not complain, fat as she became. Even the short walk back to the caravan winded her! All she had to do when she was excited or bored is swing an arm over her mound of pillows, and grab a pawful of something delicious. And, with Varkude around, her stuffing herself was rewarded with the fox's utter devotion to her pleasure. Not that the silver fox denied himself anything. Even as she ate, he thrust into her as if Aisha were a distant memory, a fantasy they indulged in together and nothing more. A few more bites of sweet nuts and a couple long, sensuous licks over her vast belly, and it did all seem dream-like and pleasant.\n\n\t The pressure... gods... she growled in between mouthfuls.\n\n\tHer stomach churned within her. Food piled in, and Varkude needed do nothing more than keep up the pace with his thrusts, letting his own fantasies of the bear growing bigger than the wagon, bigger than any creature he had ever seen, keep him hard as ever. He felt her stomach grow rock-hard within her, the organ overwhelmed with her intake, and still she ate. Her perversion demanded it, just as much as Varkude's. The brown-furred bear grunted, the silver fox inside her speeding up. A part of her must have known his thoughts, because she spoke them aloud.\n\n\t I could... oh gods... burst... just eating... oh gods, keep it up, Varkude... pleeease... pop me... pop me... like her... \n\n\tHer belly was the size of Aisha's when the fennec splashed out across the sand. She did not squirm with life, true, but it was easy to imagine the gurgling of her guts and her heavy breathing as some demonic creature about to birth from her. Varkude gave in to the nightmarish fantasy.\n\n\t Pop for me... pop for me... he chanted, nose digging into her belly, his words muffled by fat.\n\n\tHe could see nothing except her stomach, its delicate veins, its straining hide trying to keep up with her growth. The smell of her, an intoxicating perfume of arousal and just a whiff of destroyed fennec, brought him close to climax. He heard her breasts slapping her belly, as if her gut were lurching outwards, about to split. He shut his eyes, and concentrated on that, imagined the creak of ursine skin before Irra detonated...\n\n\tHe came, followed soon after by the bear's own inner walls squeezing and milking him as she writhed in pleasure. The merchant queen had not exploded, of course. She lay upon her pillows, a satisfied smile on her sugar-coated lips, her eyes half-closed as she looked over the horizon of her belly at the sweaty, demonic fox rising between her legs. How easy it would be to take advantage of her now, in her afterglow. Delirious with lust, full to the point that most creatures would be retching, Irra would submit easily to whatever torment he inflicted.\n\n\t Would you like to go again? Varkude asked.\n\n\tShe nodded, threw her head back, and moaned for more.\n\n\t Think about popping for me. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Varkude walked down the street without a care in the world. No news of Oleesha reached the silver fox in days. The feline gave in to the sin worm, and thanks to her cult's faith, it would be a long, long time before any creature dared disrupt her self-destructive appetites. The sun shining over his pelt felt good, and his lover was doing better than ever. The bear showered him with gifts and affection, utterly enslaved to her love. Just thinking of her laying in her nest, belly-up, pleading for him, brought a wicked smile to his face. Well, he thought, perhaps not all that wicked. He genuinely looked forward to being with her up North.

\tBut, he still had some work to do. Irra was still reluctant to leave. Worse, she had a streak of morality deep beneath her taut hide. He shared his fantasies with her as if they were fairy tales and fables from a distant land, and she ate them up as quickly as her feasts, but when he mentioned anything remotely close to what he witnessed in truth, she recoiled in horror. Still, up to the point of a gory demise, Irra eagerly supported her favorite whore.

\tRemembering how they mercilessly stuffed a servant girl until the poor thing's stomach looked pregnant with an untold number of young and then forcing her to dance made Varkude shiver. The way the weeping, belching hyena gal swayed in place, her breasts wobbling atop a reddening sphere packed tightly with rice, meat, and sweet wine drove him wild. Irra, too, could not resist. The ursine had actually prodded the servant's gut with her sharp claw, making the hyena twitch and shriek! The idea of another joining him in his fun never struck him as wise before, but if anyone could, it was the beautiful bear. All he had to do was introduce her to it in the right way.

\tLuck was on his side. The delay in escaping the city gave him an opportunity like no other. As Oleesha swelled with innumerable sin worms, she gifted them to others in the Temple, just as he hoped. Rakooma was in the grip of a plague, though the city did not yet know it. Here and there, Varkude glimpsed the victims of his plotting. They looked no different from the usual worshipers of Ouroboros. Drug-heavy eyelids nearly covering red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes looked at the crowd without seeing, their offers of pleasure slurred. But, there was a newfound eagerness about them, and with careful observation, a slight shaking to their limbs. The subtlety of these changes ranged from a slightly twitchy, drooling femboy lynx practically throwing himself at a gruff merchant wolf to a rabbit with prodigious breasts screaming for someone, anyone to just fuck her, before being dragged away by the city guard.

\tIn preparation for this day, the silver fox changed his diet and slipped some of Old Fora's herbs into Irra's meals whenever he had the chance. He was grateful for the bear's rich tastes and gluttony, since only a river of wine and bread dipped in honey could wash away the grim taste of slimy berries and dusty leaves those foreigners considered pure foods.

\t Hey, you!

\tHe found his target next to a carpet merchant's stall. He remembered her from before. The fennec that taunted and tortured Sibada's bandits, and then led him to Oleesha shook like a leaf, her ears flat against her head, her eyes clenched shut. She had her paw firmly clutched onto a carpet, claws beginning to tear into the threads, and sweat dripped down her cheeks. She smelled of sex, and something else. It was an odor of sickness, but irresistible nonetheless, like perfume made from some dead, putrefied thing.

\t F-fuck... you!  the whore hissed up at him.

\tSomehow, she failed to indulge herself enough. Whether lack of food or the sin worm's reaction to some drug she fancied, the fennec looked like she was about to drop dead. She was scrawny before, but now she looked downright skeletal. No amount of clothing could hide that.

\t You look ill.  Varkude said to her, then nodded to the carpet merchant.

\tIn case the rat planned on calling the guard or asking questions, he threw a bag of money to him, as well. Varkude gently put a paw on her shoulder, as if to comfort her, but his grip increased when she tried to step away.

\t You look ill, little cultist.  he repeated himself.

\t It went to shit... the temple...  the fennec's eyes rolled.

\tShe was perfect. Stumbling, whining and snarling, the whore was easy to steer down the street. Some alleyways, a brief stop to drape his cloak over her, and they emerged close to Irra's part of the neighborhood. Her tent loomed over everything here, her camp swollen larger the longer she stayed in the city.

\t What's your name?  Varkude growled down at the fennec.

\t I'm... Aisha... why do you wanna know? You're just gonna... off me.

\tIn her weakened state, shuddering with the infestation inside her, the push of her claws into his thigh felt like nothing at all, but judging by her expression, she wanted to rake open a vein or two.

\t You are a stupid, dull creature, little cultist.  the silver fox whispered into her large ear.  Irritating, but not much more... for now. If I wanted you dead, I could leave you where you stood.

\t I want to help you feel better. Not just bring back your health, Aisha, but grant you an existence of such absolute bliss that no drug you have ever tasted before could compare.  he brought a paw down to cup her breast.

\tIt felt disgusting. Withered flesh, barely held together with muscle, some skin, and what seemed to be dried fruit instead of fat. Compared to his ursine lover, Aisha was undead. But, she reacted. Even shaking, nearly dead, she wriggled in place, humping back against him with a shockingly loud moan. For a moment, her eyes brightened, her jaw clenching and her ears perking up. When he withdrew his paw, the moment passed.

\t Fuck... you've got my attention. Urgh... what do you want?  she hissed.

\t Follow my lead, obey me, and in no time at all, you will leave in paradise. Disobey, and believe me, what you feel right now will be a fond memory...  he said.

\tIt was a stupid threat, and if she thought about it, she could have refused, and there would be nothing the silver fox could do. But, desperation nodded her head for her. The fennec gave in, his coaxing becoming more gentle as she genuinely tried to walk at his side. The trip to the tent was, thankfully, not interrupted by any servants.

\tIrra received her new guest with puzzlement. The ursine looked the small desert fox up and down, eyebrow raised, massive paw scratching a breast that weighted more than Aisha's whole body.

\t You want this... thing here? She's a brittle desert stick. And look at that fur and those bones! She is diseased!  the bear was outraged, and Varkude played the understanding servant.

\t I am afraid the city is becoming less healthy as a whole, my lady. Believe it or not, this wretched maiden was once a cultist of Ouroboros. She was very in-demand with the merchants, and Oleesha kept her from you because she feared you would... well, it hardly matters what that fat cat feared. The Temple's fortunes have turned, and Aisha wishes desperately to join us. Don't you, Aisha?  he firmly nudged the fennec.

\t Y-yes... my lord, my lady.

\tIt was difficult to measure the proportions of hatred, lust, greed, and disgust inside Irra. The big ursine snorted, scooting forward on her pillows, looking closer at the fennec, then at her lover, then back at the desert fox. She was breathtakingly enormous now, her presence radiating heat and making Varkude feel a little dizzy just looking at her belly. If she decided to cast Aisha out, it would not be a tremendous loss. He could always play with the fennec in private. The important thing was to plant the seeds of further cruelties inside her.

\t It would be charitable, an act of a good, noble soul, to take her as your servant, my lady. It may even irritate that bloated ruin of a cat. And, it would not be without some entertainment value. You see, my lady, the illness that afflicts Aisha is of a peculiar sort. Her appetites are magnified beyond the ability of her body to endure. If you let her stay here, by your side, she will do more than recover her strength. She will grow, enduring the very fantastical transformations I spoke of in my tales...

\tThat had her. Moral philosophy, hatred of the Temple's feline priestess, and sadistic lust all turned to one purpose overcame whatever disgust the bear felt.

\t Take this unfortunate, clean her, give her better clothing, and bring her here for a proper meal.  Irra commanded, sitting up with a benevolent smile upon her sauce-stained lips.

\t Of course, my lady. You will not be disappointed in her performance.  Varkude promised.

\t It was an easy promise to make. Having caught the scent of food and sex that permeated the tent, Aisha's shaking subsided, and she visibly relaxed. The parasites within her wanted her coherent enough to function so she could do what they wanted. She would have to be a glutton for punishment not to obey them. Varkude marched the fennec to a tub, stripped her naked, and called over a couple of meerkats to clean her. Sand, soap, and water soon muddied the tub, and Aisha looked sicker than ever, but she complied. Hearing the way the silver fox ordered the servants about probably had something to do with that.

\tAs the panicked suricates put the finishing touches on the fennec, Varkude observed the frail creature. Naked, she looked even worse than before. If he left her outside to dry, she would turn into a mummy. Whatever she did to herself, it did not agree with the sin worms at all. It was, truly, her good fortune that someone was there to make sure her potential did not go to waste.

\t I thought you liked them big as a house, fox.

\tVarkude paid the badger no mind. The guard obeyed Irra, and so long as she loved her silver fox companion, the badger could only do so much. Still, the hateful, suspicious attitude did grate on Varkude.

\t She will grow.  he smiled coldly.

\t I don't know what game you're playing-

\t Then stay out of it. Lady Irra and I are merely toying with this sickly whore for amusement. Everything else is just jealousy sprouting paranoia. I'm sorry for making you think anything of it.  Varkude said the last part quietly, calmly, with as much kindness as he could manage to fake.

\tIt would not do to pick a fight publicly, in front of servants, with the ursine nearby. There were infinitely better ways to handle someone like the badger. A tiny, evil thought occurred to the silver fox, a shiver running down his back. It would not be beyond his skill to deal with the badger using a sin worm, and then he could see for himself just what it would take to push the infestation over the edge.

\t The mistress has instructed me to treat her favorites... well. I haven't been good to you.

\t As if a boy like you could do anything for me!  the badger spat on the ground at Varkude's feet, eyes narrowed in disgust.

\t Oh, nothing like that! I meant only that we could enjoy a drink together, talk in a more relaxed place, away from our duties. I'm sure you wear a mask, as do I. I will bring a bottle from the tent, with the mistress's blessing, of course.  the vulpine's eyes glittered with sincerity.

\tThe badger did not look like he bought any of what Varkude was selling, but the prospect of wine from Irra's table tempted him enough to accept. The older male visibly relaxed. Whatever his suspicions, he still thought of Varkude as a whore first and foremost. Two-faced, clever, but still no threat, merely a flighty, would-be lover of queens trying to manipulate everyone. That was a good mask to wear, Varkude decided.

\t Tonight. After the mistress and I enjoy the show Aisha can provide.  he said.

VVV

\tCleaned, brushed, her claws trimmed, Aisha looked much like her old self again. Just as Varkude suspected, a gulp of wine, an aphrodisiac candy, and a whispered promise of more perked her up for the evening's amusement. It was, on the surface of it, dinner. But, with Irra, no meal was just anything. Through excellent timing and acting, Varkude could just barely avoid becoming a grotesquely swollen ball of a fox, but Aisha would have no such defenses. In fact, he noticed with an approving grin, the desert fox was drooling the minute she entered the bear's grand tent.

\t My lady, I hope we have not kept you waiting long.  Varkude said.

\tThe bear, ever gluttonous, had begun the meal without them.

\t Not at all! I was famished after attending to some business with the spice merchants down the street, and was merely having a small snack while you prepared Aisha for her... show. And goodness, you've outdone yourself!

\tIt was fine work, he had to admit. Aisha's dress was a skimpy, emerald green skirt and her top consisted of the same material loosely draped over her chest. The jewelry, a heap of glass gemstones in rough necklaces and bracelets, jangled as she moved. It would be as insulting as wearing a fool's cap to the fennec, but appear authentic enough to the ursine's eyes in the dimness of her tent, and better yet, the outfit showed off what Varkude wanted to see. No cheap, flimsy fabric covered the desert fox's white belly, the flat thing barely worthy of the name. But, that was what the feast before her was for.

\tDrool dribbled from her chin as she stumbled forward, eyes firmly locked onto a pile of fruit and cheese. She did not speak, her lips merely trembling in a mockery of expression as she gibbered, eyelashes fluttering. With a pained whine, she fell upon the platter like a demon.

\t What happened to her?  Irra wondered, looking at the ravenous fennec as the tiny fox crunched down on an entire cheese wheel, two apples firmly clutched in her paws.

\t It is a new, terrible disease. A plague upon Rakooma. The sin worm, my lady, requires great indulgence to grow and reproduce. I do not know the whole of her story, but Aisha here is suffering in its grip. It is, I'm afraid, a death sentence.  Varkude sighed, sitting down near Irra, watching the fennec stuff herself.

\t Gods... and you brought her here? What if she spreads that... sin worm to me?  Irra drew back.

\tVarkude instantly placed a comforting paw on the ursine's wobbling thigh.

\t Have no fear, my lady. We are immune. Had we been susceptible, we would have fallen ill ages ago. We are, after all, among the most indulgent of creatures in this city. Are we not?

\tAisha cleared the platter of all its fruit and cheese. The fennec's stomach bulged out, as if she strapped a pillow to herself, paws cradling it clenching down as if trying to force digestion. For the moment, she seemed sated, though already, her lustful, mindless gaze lay on a honeyed steak within arm's reach. Crumbs of cheese and juices stained her dress already. It was, Varkude thought, useless to tell her to wipe her mouth. Everything down her neck was painted in a rainbow of plum, apple, citrus, and grape. Pomegranate seeds and husks mingled with pits around her knees. A ribbon of wax decorated her backside.

\t I suppose you're right. So, Aisha is... she is going to burst for us?

\tVarkude resisted the urge to mount the bear then and there. The way she said 'burst' made him shudder with the same ecstatic expectation that seemed to torment Aisha.

\t It is, I'm told, the natural progression of the disease. The unfortunate victim will enjoy all that life has to offer, and succumb, or else linger on, suffering unspeakably. The merciful thing to do would be to let Aisha be your guest and servant until we can witness her end together.  he spoke in a whisper, eyeing the fennec, feigning concern.

\t You thought of this. You lied. You brought her here... for this.  Irra rumbled, anger rising.

\tThe desert fox's large ears were twitching, her teeth sunk into a chunk of meat, sauce dribbling down her front. In the grip of mad hunger, the rewards of feeding the sin worm tingled through her as climactic bliss. Varkude could see her rump raise slightly, her tail swishing hard against the floor, toes curling. She looked feverish, a redness to her cheeks that was not there before.

\t Forgive me, my lady. I could not tell you the whole truth with Aisha listening. I did not wish to ruin her last days on this earth with the brutal, horrible truth. She is a sin worm egg-sack, and nothing more, but I would be a truly awful creature if I simply blurted it out for her to hear...   Varkude hung his head.

\t You did the right thing, my love. Fantastical transformations... what an excellent euphemism. Her appetite is something to behold, and I must say, whatever her state, it is not entirely tragic. Just look at her eat!  Irra lay back on her cushions, dragging Varkude close to her massive breast.

\tIt was quite a show. Aisha created a messy trail across the feasting table, climbing across it in her need for more. Bread, fish, pickled vegetables and fresh, it hardly mattered what passed her lips. She groaned, consumed in the task of putting away the feast. For a smaller female, such a task was, of course impossible, but the fennec refused to give up. As her belly began to rub against the wooden surface, its sauce-slicked surface audibly churning, she picked up a whole roast and bit into the bone. Varkude swore he heard her jaw creak, but she simply shook in place, lashing the meat with her tongue, and kept pulling this way and that, until a hunk of the roast came free. This, she swallowed without even chewing, throat visibly bulging. She choked halfway through, but grabbed a jug of berry wine and sputtering, worked everything down.

\tClothing was soon forgotten behind her. It lay in a rumpled, torn, dirty pile, along with bones and bits of stems and seeds. Her middle swollen like a pregnancy, Aisha could no longer fit another bite inside, and now smeared the stuff over her skin. The desert fox threw her head back, luxuriating in the feeling, using a long melon to rub between her thighs as a pawful of crushed grapes slid over her burden of food.

\tShe came awake as her behind finally crushed the melon under her with a wet, lewd squelch.

\t What the...  she managed to gasp out, eyes wide, blinking as she looked over herself, then at Varkude.

\t It is alright, my dear. I explained your situation to Lady Irra, and there is no need to panic. You are welcome to do whatever you please here, so long as you remember to obey when called upon. Indulge yourself without fear.  the silver fox chuckled merrily, resting his cheek against his ursine's fat tit.

\tThe message was clear. He was the master here. Sanity and health returned to Aisha quickly, but in her current state, filled to the brim with fine food and drink, she could not do much. Escape would be difficult, and as for fighting against Varkude directly... well, he hoped she was smart enough to get his message.

\t Indeed! Please, do whatever you feel like. Watching your childlike glee in this feast is reminding me of my own past... Did I ever tell you, Varkude, about my days in the North? I remember, when I was barely as big as Aisha here...

\tThe bear launched into a lengthy story of her childhood. It had something to do with eating an entire cake meant for the whole household on her own, and Varkude mostly tuned it out. Laying against the hot, fat ursine, watching a confused, immobile fennec trying not to retch as she surveyed what her sin worm-induced rampage wrought was entertainment enough. Soon, it would be time to get to business with that badger.

\tWhat spread the sin worm most effectively? Was it saliva? Aisha certainly drooled plenty. Sex fluids? Those would be a bit difficult to get a hold of, but the vulpine was sure he could convincingly play the pervert, now that Aisha approached his standard of beauty a little more. It would be best to be safe, and grab whatever he could of the fennec's bodily secretions...

\t Varkude... please, send Aisha to... the extra negotiation tent.

\tOf course. Irra did grow used to a particular sort of comfort, especially after a meal. Even one she did not herself partake in. No doubt, some poor servants would be yelled at for more food within the hour, but for now, the beautiful, big-bellied bear wanted him to hump her until she was a quivering pile of meat at his mercy.

\tThat would be easy.

VVV

\t Damn, fox, I didn't think you'd keep your word. This is some fine stuff!  the badger chuckled, grabbing a freshly uncorked clay bottle from Varkude.

\t The mistress and I had a wonderful evening. Aisha was especially amusing. Asking for some Old Strawberry was easy.  the silver fox said with a dreamy smile.

\t Yeah, I can smell the sex on you, and I saw that fennec bitch. Gods, I don't know how she didn't pop. Looked like a tick that tried to drain an elephant, she did. Could see veins around her navel, like fuckin' spiderwebs!  the badger laughed, his wheezing cackle making Varkude cringe.

\tHe gulped down half a bottle, then passed it back to the fox.

\t I never seen Lady Irra so big, so happy, or so... I don't know... evil. Whatever sick shit you two are up to, it's not right. And that's why I don't trust you, fox.

\t My name is Varkude.  he sipped, then shoved the bottle back into the guard's paw.

\t Varkude, fuckrude, doesn't matter. I'm Drews, and I was Lady Irra's favorite... urp... until you showed up.  the badger belched, and drained the bottle.

\tThe fox sitting opposite him resisted the urge to swipe a dagger at the foolish stripe-dog's throat. Even sitting well away from Irra's tent, he could not risk the badger running to the servants.

\t She and I... fuck... we fucked day and night, when I first started... what the hell's wrong with this bottle...  he slurred his words, a paw going to his head.

\tA pawful of sleeping herbs, opium, and a generous helping of whatever he could scrape off Aisha as he shoved her into bed while she babbled lustfully at his crotch did its work. Dizzy, the badger swayed up, paw going to his blade, and just as quickly crumpled to his knees.

\t It was a good drink we had, Drews. Too bad about the bottom of the bottle, though. Afraid there's some nasty sediment there. You will have a bad hangover when you wake up.  Varkude stood up off his barrel, and bent down to grab the clay wine container, letting the last, nasty bit of wine dribble out.

\t But, don't worry. I'll be there to nurse you back to health. Just you and me, in my cozy little home away from Lady Irra.

\tDrews whimpered. For the first time, he saw the demonic smile of the fox up close, smelled the lust and sadism for himself. The badger's eyes widened, his mouth trying to form some response, but already, his mind was going away. His face slapped the dust of the ground a moment later. Lifting him with a grunt, Varkude draped the guard over his shoulder, and began to walk.

\t You're lucky there's less gray in your fur than black, Drews. Well, lucky. If you were a few years older, I wouldn't waste my time. But, since you're still handsome and have the lust to feel jealous of a poor, little fox like me... lucky you.

VVV

\tWater splashed over Drews. The badger coughed up, tasting bile and something rotten. His cheek felt like someone smashed it with a hammer. His head ached. The last thing he remembered was the puny, young fox talking to him. The whore said something perverse. Or threatening? Drews could not quite recall. At least the fox did not just leave him on the ground next to a tent. He was in a bed, a soft, down mattress beneath his rump and a small blanket draped over his naked body. He blinked. When did he undress?

\t You're awake, Drews, my friend.  the fox's voice made the badger wince, his headache momentarily growing worse.

\t Ooof... last night was a fucking blur... never had that happen from one lousy bottle of... anything...

\tThe badger sat up, casting aside the fancy cloth the vulpine put over him. The slut was the one that undressed him, no doubt. A maiden would have at least folded his clothing, and anyone who worked for him would have shined his boots and cleaned his blade. He looked around. His sword was not with him. The room, besides his bed, seemed to have nothing else in it. Even the floor was rough sand. And the door to the chamber looked a little too sturdy to be an inn's. This had to be the silver fox's abode. But, had he not come from the Temple of Ouroboros?

\t Whe-whe-  he cleared his throat.  Where am I? Got any water?

\tVarkude pointed to a large jug by the bedside. Drews drank like he had been in the desert for days. His throat felt dry, more ragged than usual. The feeling reminded him of his youth, digging for gold down in the deep mines, breathing all sorts of awfulness. He belched, tasting shrubbery on his tongue.

\t You fuckin' bitch. You drugged me.  he snarled.

\tIt all came rushing back. The fox did something to the wine! Drews shot up from the bed, paws clenching into fists, and rushed the smirking creature. There was a clanging of chain, and his right foot twisted beneath him, his left nearly ripping from its socket. Drews shrieked, falling flat on the floor.

\t Fuuuuck! How dare you, you mongrel son of a whore, you let me go right now, or I will have you-  he launched into a howling rant, spittle flying from his mouth, clawing at his chained feet, before something sharp at his cheek stopped him cold.

\t Please calm down.  his own sword was pressed against a vein in his neck.

\tIt would not take much pressure or motion on the silver fox's part to end his captive. Drews kept his blade sharper than a merchant's mind, as he liked to joke. Remembering his own bragging did him no favors, but it was the sort of ridiculous thought the badger expected to come up when he was faced with death.

\t Look... Varkude. I'm sorry about before. I was a bastard to you, and I let my balls do the thinking. You know what I mean? I'm sure you do, you've had clients like me before. Right? I just... I just felt like I was losing to the youth, you know? I let my suspicions get the better of me, judged you poorly. I'm sure you don't wanna do anything you'd regret.  the badger looked for an opening, some small wavering of the sword, to grab the weapon from the fox.

\tThere was none. It was like Varkude was made of stone. This was no whore out of his depth. This was a desert bandit, a monster without a conscience that knew exactly what he was doing. The badger's muscles tensed. He felt cold sweat on his paws.

\t You look trapped. That means you finally realized your situation.  Varkude sighed, walking around his victim, tip of the sword firmly against his throat.

\tThe fox was as naked as the badger. Drews found himself wondered if the whore violated him in his sleep. But, no, that would be something a perverted, useless little vixen-todd would do. Varkude was obviously something else. Something handsome, and soulless, and muscled like a god, a slender vision of lust...

\t What the... You drug me with some kind of aphrodisiac, you sick fuck?  he snarled, but kept his voice low and his eyes on the fox's sword paw.

\tThe fox moved like a bandit. Or, at least, someone who was once a bandit. The lithe male was out of practice, inexperienced, or both. He stepped forward, angling the blade, as if to drive it down, through the rib cage and into Drews' heart, but stopped just short of executing the maneuver. Standing there, vulnerable gonads practically in the badger's face, he sneered down at the guard. The smell of him was distracting. One good punch, or a claw, or even a bite, and that cock and balls would be the silver fox's undoing, but Drews could not quite concentrate on what he should do. His body trembled, his own member plumping up, growing erect.

\t Damn this shit... I'm not...  he shook his head, and only the blade digging down into his soft neck flesh kept him from turning away.

\t I'm afraid it's much, much worse than that, Drews.  the fox said with glee, teeth shining in the lamp light of his specially made prison cell.

\t A drug, no matter how potent, will wear off. This won't. It's what Aisha has. The sin worm. Even now, it's working its magic on you. You remember how big she grew off that meal? I love what I'm seeing in your eyes. Yes, you do remember. And I bet right now, your stomach just begged for breakfast.

\t What do you want from me?  Drews gasped out.

\t I think the sin worm has a weakness. I have some herbs that can keep it from ever taking root, so there must be something that it hates. And, of course, while the sort of debauchery Aisha is capable of must be good for the sin worm, there must be something the sin worm loves above everything else.  the fox stood back, admiring the panting, dizzy badger clutching a paw to his crotch and another to his stomach.

\t I like Aisha. I want her to keep being the gluttonous, horny vixen that she turned into. While I know she is destined to split open, I'd like to keep her intact for as long as possible. To that end, I need you.

\t You want me... to be your plaything... to see what could hurt the sin worm?  Drews growled, trying to keep his mind on the conversation, instead of the sudden flood of desires he could barely contain.  And if I don't... do what you want?

\t Do you think you have a choice?

\tVarkude was right. Damned fox had him. And, it was not as if running away would do anything for that worm. The badger felt it eating away at him. Or, at least, he imagined the gurgling of his stomach matching the pulse of his heart was the parasite doing its best. Somehow, that did not do anything to him. Every thought about the worm was numbed, his mind coming back to food and sex and feasting and fucking and the fox, standing there naked, so close, so deliciously close...

\t Gods... just kill me...

\t In due time. Now, the first order of business is medicine. Let's see what happens when we try to purge the sin worm using common grasses and spices. I'm sorry I couldn't make it any less bitter...

\tThere was no way to attack the fox when he turned away and removed the sword. He was too far away. There was no point. It was so much easier to just feed. Drews smelled the soup before the bowl even reached him. A pungent, ugly aroma that would have made him clutch his mouth before invaded his nostrils. Now, it was just food. Drews had never felt hunger like that before. The first bite was delicious beyond his wildest dreams, even if it burned his mouth and tasted like hay. Somehow, the worst flavors were sweet, and the slimy liquid was salty in just the perfect proportion. Eyes watering, he held the bowl up to his mouth and inhaled it without so much as a wince of displeasure. The reward was instant.

\tThe moment fresh stuff hit his stomach, he seized up, eyes wide. He heard drugged-up Ouroboros whores talk about reaching some superior state of mind by fucking. Drews knew what they meant with absolute certainty. The pleasure was instant, enough to have his dick slapping his belly insistently as he drank the concoction. He shivered, hips twitching, slurping until it was all gone. With an energetic snarl, he flung the bowl away to shatter against a wall, and furiously pawed himself. Let that vulpine bastard watch! He needed this! Dozens of rationalizations whirled through his mind: he was pent-up, this was what the poisoning monster did to him, he was just a victim, he was thinking about Irra. None of them sounded particularly genuine to him as he masturbated, but his paws refused to let go.

\t Interesting. To you, it's just some soup. If you were wondering, a spoonful or two of this is enough to make most people vomit up their guts. Useful for poisonings. But not for the sin worm, it would seem! It's surprising how quickly it took over in there. What I would give for a closer look... but, I don't think you would want me to slice you open just yet.  Varkude's crotch looked a bit plumper.

\tThe sick silver fox was having his fun. Drews thought about killing the bitch, but for the moment, shooting his load was all that mattered. That, and of course, more food. Under it all, he felt nausea and a terrible pressure around his gut, but the bliss was overriding any discomfort, and the sin worm demanded more.

\t Oh gods... fuck... I need more food...  Drews growled under his breath, eyes closing as he tried to concentrate on cumming, rather than on the rising hunger.

\t I'm afraid I can't provide you with the same sorts of feasts Irra, Aisha, and I enjoy together in our tent, but rest assured, you won't go hungry.  the vulpine's dead eyes narrowed with sadistic glee as he walked away from his victim.

\tWith Varkude gone and the door locked, Drews could at last pretend he was enjoying the lovely, big ursine rather than sitting alone on the floor of a cell, full of some horrid beast. Climax, when it came, was pleasant enough, but something was lacking. The badger crawled back to his bed, the afterglow disappearing by the time he flopped onto the mattress. There was no satisfaction. A session of pawing, and he felt no less horny. A meal that he felt churning like a northern swamp in his belly, and he was still hungry. It was not painful, but the promise of pain was enough. Drews felt on edge, as if he stopped right before achieving the sought-after point of bliss, as if all he experienced until then was just a prelude.

\t It's the sin worm. Fuck that thing. I'm not just... some whore.  the former guard, now helpless prisoner, gritted his teeth.

\tThe shaking started sooner than he expected. He recalled the way that skinny fennec stepped from foot to foot, her paws practically a blur at her stomach, her back always twitching one way or another. Drews thought it was drug withdrawal, or a bad batch of something. Now, he knew it was the parasite. He swore he felt it, angrily twisting in his gut, demanding more. But, where could he get more? Whining, he pawed himself, spilling his seed over the bed, over his own belly, licking it up, but that seemed to calm the pangs for mere moments. What he needed was much more than that.

\tHe screamed for Varkude. Curses, death threats, and rage-filled howls gave way to bargaining and pleading. It was strange to hear what came out of his mouth. The older badger babbled, sobbing as his trembling claws dug into the mattress beneath him. Cold sweats gave way to spasms of heat.

\t Please... I'll suck... I'll do anything... just come back... I need more!  he  gasped out.

\tHis eyes must have been fixed on the ceiling, because eventually, he felt a strong, reassuring paw on his belly, and saw the silver fox's face hovering over him.

\t You are in bad shape. Originally, I thought I would bring you another medicinal herb mixture to try, but seeing how Aisha suffers, I decided that can wait. We wouldn't want you to die too soon, now would we? I brought you water, bread, some wine, even cheese.

\tThe words sounded kind, unexpectedly friendly. But, judging by the way that paw kneaded his gut, the badger was sure Varkude spoke to the sin worm, not to its host. It would be easy to sink his teeth into the fox now. He could practically smell the aroused male's musk from where he lay. Or would it be? It felt wrong. The badger's clouded mind reminded him that there was food, and that the fox brought it for him.

\tSitting up did not hurt. It was as if all the aches and pains went away the moment new, delicious smells entered the room. He giggled, a paw going to his face. One day and one night, maybe less! He was a slave to the sin worm, just like that. He grabbed a hunk of bread from Varkude's paw with a grateful, saliva-spitting groan, and shoved as much of it as possible into his mouth. Chewing was optional. The badger's belly growled for more, and  the fox provided. Wine and water tasted almost the same, a delightful nectar of the gods that ran down Drews' throat by the gallon. Nearly drowning, Drews nodded when Varkude asked if he wanted more.

\tThe cheese, it turned out, was especially rewarding. Varkude scribbled something while he watched the badger eating the tough old thing, clearly trash from Irra's table, but somehow all the more delicious for once being handled by the bear.

\t And the cheese? It's especially satisfying? I will bring you more if that's what you like, so speak up.  Varkude asked, quill scratching over a small, leather-bound book.

\t It's like fucking! You have no idea! I am in heaven here, everything is so perfect, so wonderful... I swear, I can see huge, heaving breasts just closing my eyes... big, big, big...  Drews could not think of anything more to say.

\tThe promise of more was all that kept him speaking, and as long as he responded to the fox's questions, his captor offered more.

\t The sin worm attaches a lot of feelings to breeding. Aisha, you'll be pleased to know, is in a similar state. Though, given her more robust diet, she has increased in size faster than you. I think the worms prefer fat, meat, and milk to almost any other food. Sweets do nearly nothing, and greenery and bread appear to have minimal power over you both, but cheese and fish... well, it does seem like you two respond very well! Especially with growth.

\t Growth...  it was not even a question.

\tDrews felt his poor, suffering guts take on weight like he was a greedy merchant's only ship. A part of him recoiled at the agony, but the bliss of continuing to eat, of tasting more wonderful bites, was enough to quiet that part. Like a little whip-play during a good mating, this was just a little discomfort. And, perversely, he felt pride as his stomach accommodated more. Whenever his eyes drifted down to his belly, he thought of Irra, of how gloriously large the bear was... It would feel incredible to be that big. Almost as incredible as just to fuck that belly, to hump that navel for all he was worth!

\t Your libido is certainly a thing to behold. I could have sworn you came as you chewed that last piece of bread, but here you are, hard and eager as ever. I would ask if you'd like some help but... I'm not your type, am I?  the silver fox's grin filled the striped weasel's vision.

\t N-no?  Drews managed, before a pained belch escaped him.

\tHis gut felt like a barrel between his legs. The erection bobbing against it was spurting, and he was shamelessly wriggling his ass on the bed as he ate. It was fine to pretend the warmth of the sheets, and his own belly were something else, but it would be finer to let the fox help relieve him. He was a whore. It was his job. He worked for Lady Irra. He brought food...

\t No, of course not. Aisha, too, is hesitant. But, I am willing to bet my life that with enough fat, you'll gladly let anyone and everyone pleasure you.  Varkude chuckled.  What do you say? Tomorrow, I bring you a nice, big jar of olive oil and melted fat from steaks, and if you're still reluctant, you can slice my throat from ear to ear, mmm? Wouldn't that be nice? Some revenge on the whore that made you a worm's slut?

\tIt was hard to think. But, the fox was right. Gorgeous, black fur or no, he was a vile monster! He trapped him in this room! He made him hungry! He was the one that put that worm in him. But, was that so bad? Drews chewed his next bite of cheese thoughtfully, almost slowly enough to taste the mold growing on it.

\t You're much more docile, Drews. It makes sense. All that pleasure you're feeling isn't for breeding anymore. Not that it matters to you. You still get to fuck, even if you won't be siring any stripe-dogs. Just more worms. And why would you be aggressive, when that's your new purpose? No, your masters want you to hump me, don't they?

\tThe fox sounded like a child making fun of a beggar, and yet, Drews could not do much more than growl in between mouthfuls. Perhaps after he no longer had any sustenance in front of him, the badger would attack. But, for now, so long as Varkude kept giving him more, it was stupid to upset him. And, if he was honest, Drews had to admit there was something about the fox, now that he was at the monster's mercy. It was not charm, exactly, but the vulpine's lust was obvious, and it called to Drews. Varkude must know something of what the sin worm feels like, the badger thought with mad hope. If he just played along, they could laugh about this with Irra someday! Just a couple of her boys, playing tricks on each other!

\t I'm sorry. I was a horny, jealous fool...squelch... please, forgive me. I want to fuck you as much as I want to fuck Lady Irra, and I won't... I won't hold any of this against you... just please... unchain me... get the worms out...urrp.  Drews retched, swaying where he sat.

\tHe felt full. No, there was simply no more room. He could not feel full anymore even if he was bursting at the seams. What he felt was pressure, and a brief reward of bliss from the sin worm for a job well done.

\t I'll think about getting the worms out. And you think about revenge. If you can.  Varkude nodded, happy to see him so large, and left him in his cell once more.

VVV

\tThinking was impossible. It was difficult to detach his mind from the desires the worms forced on him. He slept, dreams filled with slithering, ugly shapes, grand feasts, and orgies that turned into atrocities. Waking with a panicked shriek, the badger tried to jump out of bed, but found his body rebelling, pain shooting through his round gut. Drews looked at the taut belly,  shaking paws prodding at its surface. The worms wasted no time with him. Disturbingly, he found numb spots over his swollen stomach, and even over his legs. His muscles atrophied noticeably, the badger's biceps more than a quarter smaller already. Everything went to the sin worms.

\tWhen Varkude returned, the fox looked over his captive with a benevolent smile that almost made the badger beg to be petted. Instead, he simply lay there on the bed, naked and unable to move.

\t Something's wrong... I can't get up... guts feel numb...  he panted up at  Varkude.

\tA  thought came unbidden: was this what pregnancy felt like? Drews shuddered. No, he had to hope the fox would save him, would do something!

\t Just the sin worms replacing organs you don't need. Don't worry, Drews.  the silver fox chuckled, walking up to him.

\tThe lust was irresistible. It clashed with the flood of anger and hate, overwhelming the badger's true feelings with ease. He could feel himself growing more receptive, moaning at the warmth of the fox approaching him, at the smell of a strong vulpine. The jug of oil in his paws was welcome, too. Saliva dripped from the badger's chin down onto his chest. He reached out, claws clicking against the jug's clay belly.

\t Drink carefully, now. We wouldn't want to disturb the worms at their work.  Varkude said.  Aisha complained of numbness last night, as well. You should have seen her. She is quite a sight, now! Tiny fennec, with fat, veined breasts slapping a gut that could hold you, just lying there before my mistress and me, pleading for more.

\tThe fox was close, his cloak tickling Drews' thigh. The badger drank, greedily gulping down as much of the oil as he could. He felt it course down his throat, splash into his rather more voluminous stomach, and begin to digest. The process no longer felt in the least bit natural. Beneath the fat of his belly, his innards moved with surprising agility, smaller than he expected, his stomach no longer churning properly, but somehow, being swiftly invaded!

\t Oh gods...  he whimpered, shivering in unwanted pleasure as the sin worms dug into their meal.

\tVarkude took the empty jug from him.

\t You know, I came to check on you yesterday, and the day before that... but you were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't disturb you. And here we have the inevitable consequence. Even if I wanted to get the worms out of you, I can't do it...

\tDrews blinked dully. It had been days since he last saw the fox. It felt like much less than that. Did he feed while he dreamed? Did he pleasure himself? What did it matter? The vulpine now standing in front of him was no dream, and he wanted the evil bastard. For what, Drews was no longer certain, but a good, long fuck would be a start!

\t To hell with the worms, you fuck... fucking bitch-fox. I want your ass around my cock right now!  he snarled, struggling to sit up.

\tVarkude did not even look surprised.

\t Of course. You've eaten, and now that the sin worms have a good grip on you, you need to share their eggs. They won't take inside me, I'm afraid, and anyway, I would prefer to be the one humping you... but I just can't resist that rabid look in your eyes. So vicious! Maybe, you'll even get your revenge on me for letting you get this far!  the fox watched the badger finally straighten up, heaving his belly until it rested on his lap, his throbbing maleness bobbing against it.

\tThe pain of moving disappeared the moment he felt arousal. Anticipation set the sin worms to work. He felt them, could swear he saw them bulge out his fat gut like kicking babes. He had to have eaten more while unconscious. Varkude was soon naked, pressing his ear to the badger's belly, a paw clamped possessively to the other male's middle, pawpad drawing circles around his navel. If the vulpine's other paw was not on his dick, the badger would have sank his claws into the monster's skull and squeezed. As it was, Drews swayed where he sat, buttocks clenching uselessly, a stupid, open-mouthed smile on his face.

\t I can hear them... around your kidneys, up in that stomach of yours... goodness, it's that swollen now? And your guts... I wonder what they will do to your entrails.  the fox whispered, enthralled.

\tDrews nodded. It did not matter what the fox was saying. What he was doing was far more important. As if from far away, he saw Varkude leave his swollen belly and needy cock, crawling on all fours before the bed, ass up, tail wagging aside.

\t Use some of the oil on the jug's lip. Don't worry. This isn't a trick. It's like I said... your desires are the worm's, now. You exist for it to breed. So, reward yourself. Give in...  it was obscene how the fox's behind wiggled before him, how his asshole seemed actually inviting, in spite of everything.

\tOr, because of everything. Drews could not imagine greater bliss as he forced himself onto unsteady feet, and approached the fox. Every step shook his belly, his abdomen full of oil and a growing next of worms, the intensity of his arousal almost enough for him to splatter his lover with precum just where he stood. He nearly forgot to rub oil over his cockhead and Varkude's anus. It was not as if such details mattered, now. He wanted to rut the fox's rump, and a little discomfort and pain were just distractions.

\tVarkude's ass made for a good shelf for his belly. Resting his middle on top of the fox, Drews moaned, his dick slowly sinking in deep inside. Would it have felt this good now if he mounted Irra? The idea barely made sense. What mattered was the vulpine, right here and right now.

\tHe thrust, always seeking to go deeper, the badger growling as he bent, belly gurgling before him like a cauldron. This was what he was made for, or at least what the sin worms wanted of him. The rewards of his deeper, more insistent thrusts were immense, the rush towards orgasm unstoppable. He needed to spill into that soft, vulpine rump as soon as possible, or he would just die! His balls felt heavy and hot, his mouth dry, and his muscles strangely stronger, as if keeping a firm hold of Varkude was the worms' will. Not that the silver fox wanted to go anywhere. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as his captive. Drews could not believe any creature would welcome such savage humping, but somehow, every time his gut impacted Varkude's lower back, wobbling over his ruffled fur, the smaller male cried out in bliss and begged for more like a good, submissive slut. High as a kite, Drews could imagine he was in charge, if only long enough to cum. A shudder passed through him. Then, another. It felt like the sin worms were dredging up all the semen he had, filling him up with it to overflowing, just for this one release. He truly was their vessel, now. Eggs, not his own seed, would be flowing into Varkude in a moment, his fluids merely a lubricant for the parasites.

\t Oh gods... oh gods... at least you're gonna be as fucked... as I am!  he groaned, the cum spewing down his urethra in delicious streams sinking deep into the silver fox's guts.

\tVarkude's belly grew a little, rounding out as he crouched there, milking the badger dry. It was nowhere near Drews' own size, but that would soon be remedied, the former guard was sure! His lustful captor would be a victim, now!

\t Mmm... so good. I can feel it all sloshing in me... the weight of it... and you held it all inside you...  there was a weak splash of vulpine seed, more smelt than heard by the badger.  Unfortunately, I'm immune to your little masters... did I mention that before? No?

\tDrews felt his orgasm fading. There was barely any afterglow, barely any sign he just shot a record-breaking load into the fox's ass. The sin worms would not have him pass out or give up. And Varkude was making fun of him! Had the silver fox said anything about being immune to the sin worms? The badger could not remember, and even if he could, he was beyond caring. His dick still inside the fox, the badger raised his arms into the air, and with an unintelligible battle cry, brought a pair of fists down on the vile creature's shoulder blades. Air whooshed out of Varkude's lungs, the smaller male wheezing, eyes widening.

\tThis was it. Varkude would die. Balls-deep in the fox, cum dripping down his thighs, Drews reached down, clawing at his neck. He could not wrap his paws around Varkude's throat or even scratch at his arteries! But, he clutched at the fox's scruff, and pulled with all his might, falling on his behind. Drews felt his dick bend, then pop out of Varkude's asshole, semen splashing the floor by the cupful. Varkude wriggled and twisted like a desert snake trying to sink his teeth into Drews' arm, feet trying to find purchase. The stripe-dog heard a satisfying, low pop of backbone struggling to retain its shape, blood running down his arm. A good jerk or two, and he would finally break the pervert's neck!

\t Hrh... Drews...  Varkude managed through gritted teeth, his cold, metallic eyes bulging.

\tThe fox lay on his back, draped over the badger's gut, flailing weakly in place, but his voice, even his expression, gave away no fear. Drews could not believe it! Even as he savagely ripped his claws out of Varkude's scruff and began to force the silver fox's neck into an unnatural angle, the vulpine monster looked merely irritated and pained, as if this was just an unexpected bit of exercise!

\t H-hlet go...rrr...

\tHad he not been full of unsatisfied lust and hate, Drews would have been terrified. The fox felt little fear from him, even facing death. There was a crunch. Drews blinked, confused. Did he kill the fox? It did not feel like that at all. Varkude wrenched his neck to one side, then another, and twisted around in the badger's grip. Knees and fists sank into the stripe-dog's stomach, enough to have Drews open his paws and fall onto his back. There was an inevitable kick to his side, making his belly slosh unpleasantly. Finally, pain exploded down his middle, and around his left wrist.

\t Fu-uh-ck!  Drews managed to gasp out, raising his injured paw to his face.

\tTwo of his claws were missing entirely and some bones in his wrist were broken. Varkude's thrashing around all built toward that goal. As he curled up on the floor, clutching at his belly throbbing with agony, the sin worms letting him know just what they felt about being jostled about, Drews watched Varkude stand up. The back of the fox's neck was a ruin of torn flesh, blood flowing down his back like a glistening cloak. When he turned, there was a savage smile on his face.

\t I was sloppy with you. That was my fault. No need to kill you yet. Not when you're nice and full of sin worms. Soon, you'll be begging to be my fuck-toy again... and I might even take you up on it. But we'll have to make sure you can't hurt me, eh?  he chuckled, shaking his head as if nearly having his skull removed from his spine was as ordinary as a bit of discomfort under his tail.

\tAt least, Drews thought as the monster left, he got to cum, and the fox would have a big scar to remind him of their time together! It was hard to want the vulpine dead. In spite of his immunity, the sin worms wanted him alive and well for Drews to hump, or at least be humped by. Still, imagining Varkude in pain, his scruff a mangled mess, was pleasurable. The image of the vile, perverted male struggling to apply healing balm on the wound kept him from weeping as his guts ate themselves in the darkened cell.

VVV

\tVarkude cursed himself. He never let anyone he liked threaten him. Having a creature barely fit to pop for his amusement slicing into his hide was simply impossible. He paid for his stupidity dearly. The badger's claws left a star-shaped wound where they tore through, and the bleeding only ceased after he applied Ouroboros cult's medicines to his neck. Those were not cheap, he was sure, and even with them, there would be a nasty, ugly scar on the back of his neck for as long as he lived. At least, Varkude thought as he walked from his captive's prison, he was immune. The sin worms' eggs simply died inside him, rather than incubating, and the silver fox was relieved to know that even such close contact with the plague would be harmless to him and his mistress.

\tIt was curious how Drews perceived time, though. There were hints, garbled by the fennec's drugged-up, constantly aroused state, that the parasites confused their hosts. When the sin worms needed sustenance, the host would feel it was dinner time. When the sin worms needed time to process their host's innards for whatever incomprehensible part of their life cycle it is they were in, the host simply accepted it as time to sleep. The rest of the time, the infested spent in a hazy twilight of needing to breed, which made telling time very, very difficult. Aisha had the sun and the moon, at least. Drews lacked even that.

\tIn a few weeks, if he lasted that long, the badger could be convinced it had been years, or minutes since Varkude left, the fox was certain. This opened up many opportunities to play with the stripe-dog. Would it be possible to convince him he was now immortal and his inevitable bursting would be a blessing? Would he welcome it all the more eagerly? Tricking the large male who so rudely interrupted his fun by trying to kill him felt right.

\tThere was a grunt from somewhere above.

\tVarkude's ears immediately perked up and his eyes instantly rose. There were few people on the street around here, but they, too, were pointing upwards, eyes wide with surprise. They had plenty of reason to be shocked. Up on a rickety old balcony, a zorilla fucked what looked to be a huge, brown-furred pile of wobbling wine-skins. The silver fox blinked away the dust of the street. The species of the female was nearly impossible to guess. She looked pregnant, swollen with young and milk until every distinguishing trait was hidden, eclipsed by gut and a pair of tits slapping atop it that leveled every fantasy Varkude ever had for Aisha.

\tThat she was a whore cultist was obvious. It took time to grow this big, and only a few places could sustain the unholy appetites unleashed by the sin worm. That she managed to waddle her way to a client, instead of being stopped by any of her fellow Ouroboros cultists meant that the temple was, at the very least, overrun. The lines of red and brown over her hide, and the twisting, pulsating veins over her breast-flesh and belly fighting for space against sickly purple bruising were breathtakingly clear signs that she was at her limit. She was braced against the balcony, paws clutching at the railing, her enormous gut pressing against it, the navel an ugly whorl poking out nearly a paw-length from between the bars. How she could stay on her feet was a mystery. The sheer girth of her swollen abdomen nearly placed it on the balcony floor! Her tits alone seemed to be as big as her lover's whole torso!

\tThe zorilla humping her was infested, but far, far behind her. She must have gifted him with eggs only a couple of days ago, and now, their perversion drove them out of his chambers and into the streets, to show off and revel in their lust. Varkude never understood some people's desire to be seen, but it was, he decided, a useful weakness. The pair now humping in full view of everyone certainly provided a wonderful show!

\tShe was a feline of some sort: a glimpse of her fluffed up tail, momentary as it was, gave Varkude that much certainty. Her voice also gave it away.

\t Fuck me! Just-fuck-me! More! More! I wanna... I wanna-be-bigger!  she mewled, twitching, claws grinding against the metal railing so hard Varkude could hear them.

\tHe could hear, too, the faint tearing and liquid sounds of a belly on the verge of utter destruction. The feline's body could no longer sustain its infestation, and the sin worms within were busy seeking a new home. Unfortunately, that meant digging into the already too-thin walls of the moaning cat's gut. Whatever organs remained within her were long since atrophied and pushed aside by the sin worms, so the whole mass of her belly was, horrifically, nothing but a ball of writhing parasites, eggs, and amniotic fluid. Varkude saw them pushing up, slight bumps over the sweaty, taut surface of the whore's titanic pregnancy. Beyond ripe, her last cries for more sped up, then turned into rapid panting, then gurgling.

\tBehind her, thrusting with abandon, her client seemed oblivious to her state. It was a shame, Varkude thought, that the striped polecat was too out of it to feel her glorious, heaving chest-meat, or run a feverish paw over her shivering, about-to-burst belly. At least the cat seemed thrilled to be fucking, all the way until her gurgling became choking.

\tIt was easy to imagine her face. Cheeks bulging, lips dripping with parasitic slime, eyes unfocused, perhaps looking upwards as climax after climax assaulted the unfortunate prostitute. Varkude licked his lips as she lifted a foot from the balcony, plump ass jiggling, seeking to let the zorilla sink in deeper on his next thrust. The cat wanted more. And her lover had no choice but to give her more. Varkude saw him bend backwards, buttocks driving his dick in with a lewd squelch, his mouth hanging open in the absolute, mad peak of his pleasure. The cat's belly grew larger, no more than a half-a-claw-length in every direction. Beads of blood formed around her navel, her belly button visibly twitching first one way, then another. From every side of its enormous circumference, her ballooning belly's hide reached its breaking point.

\tThere was a creak, audible even more the bystanders' cries and gasps. Varkude took a step back, but kept his eyes on the pair humping away on the balcony. He would not miss this for the world.

\tThe feline's stomach, nothing more than eggsack, boiled with movement, sin worms of prodigious size at the very surface of her breaking skin. Fat, pale and glistening with blood, appeared at her sides, where the stretch-marks became tears. Her navel protruded more, pushed by the weight of her brood, spurting slime.

\tOverwhelmed by the infestation, the cat burst. Like a dropped barrel of eels, Varkude thought with a grin. To the horror of the crowd, chunks of ruptured cat rained down, along with squirming masses of worms, the creatures actually swelling larger as they splattered the street. There were screams as the infestation spread out, looking for new victims. Up on the balcony, the zorilla was not spared: his mouth bulged as a good dozen of the sin worms sought passage deeper inside. The last the silver fox watching the scene saw of him, the striped polecat was clutching at his throat, stumbling back into his home, his stomach already bulging with an obscene load of parasites.

\tThe smell of sin worm amniotic fluid was like that of a butchery. Varkude swore he could see flakes of guts and other assorted organs in the lake created by the cat's demise, the slime red and pink. Some pieces of her still twitched, strips of muscle stuck reliving the feline's ultimate pleasure. Most of her, mercifully, fell from the balcony and was now buried beneath a writhing sea of hungry, ever-reproducing worms. In moments, there would be nothing more than slime-encrusted bones. Which meant more parasites would be looking for hosts.

\tImmune or not, Varkude did not relish the idea of having a creature covered in a fine mist of cat innards, acid, and other horrible juices trying to cram itself into him. Seeing a raccoon merchant that had been leaning against the wall beneath the prostitute when she burst bent double, clutching at his round belly, retching as if at death's door was enough warning for the silver fox. He nodded his satisfaction to the swarm, and headed to his darling Lady Irra.

\tShe would want to know the plague was spreading. And, besides, the fine display he left behind him gave the fox ideas.

VVV

\tIt was dark, wet, and cold. Oleesha's fur stuck to her hide as if glued on, and felt slimy to the touch. She vaguely recalled a servant, a client, or a slave of her cult coming to clean her, but she could no longer tell how long ago that happened, and even if they neglected her, it was difficult to muster the strength to care. All that mattered was her brood.

\tOnce, the priestess was pregnant. She still was, in a sense. When she dared place a paw-pad or two on her enormous belly, she felt movement under parchment-thin skin, as if of an eel or an octopus, a dangerously quick, slithering bulge letting Oleesha know her womb was far from empty. The parasites, for nothing else could be so disgusting and alluring at once, rode her like demons. Half of her thoughts were no longer her own, she was sure. Desires, vile beyond the imagining even of her perverse soul, rose up from under her udder-like, veined tits, from the depths of her egg-sack of a gut.

\tShe growled, trying to move her bulk and assume a more comfortable position while still laying on her side, found her legs could no longer budge her an inch, and groaned in surrender. The monstrous worms inside her must not want to move, she decided. Bliss passed through her, her pussy squirting for the thousandth time in the last few breaths. Every moment of life, cursed as it was, brought immense reward, and Oleesha listened to her new masters with rapt attention. When they told her to fuck every moving creature in the temple, complying was effortless. When she ate entire barrel-fulls of aphrodisiac drugs, bags of medicinal herbs, and hundreds of pounds of every delicacy she could lay her paws on, there was no pain, but more orgasmic pleasure shuddering her swollen belly. Carrying her tremendous, overfilled womb down into the cellars kept her alive and brought her to new heights of bliss. The worms wanted to spread, but they knew a good vessel when they found one.

\tShe shivered, a strange tightness around her crotch for a moment, abused muscles weakly contracting. Face screwed in horror and awe, she looked expectantly ahead, at the apex of her gut. Impossibly, it seemed arm-spans away, but since every stray touch risked splitting her delicate hide, Oleesha could not check for herself. She knew well that the end was inevitable. Drunk with lust, she remembered the moment she saw her future.

\tShe had just commanded that stupid, self-denying creature, Aisha, leave the temple if she did not wish to indulge like a proper cultist. The fennec looked sickly and pathetic, and no one would willingly hump a whore that skinny and sad. Oleesha tried to ignore the whispers tugging at her brain, telling her the evil little desert fox was trying to kill her brood. Fear, pride, and more than a little mind-altering influence kept the cat from realizing her role as a puppet to the monsters inside her until she could no longer resist. Not that she could resist her desires even then.

\tShe ordered entertainment, and her favorite took a long while to come to her chamber. Oleesha recalled her impatience, and then shock, when the boy waddled in, cradling a belly that would put any pregnant creature to shame, including even herself! Gone were the muscles that first attracted the feline to the meerkat. Sweat ran down flabby, fever-eaten flesh, the male's eyes wide and pleading, his chest heaving with every breath. He shuddered, flopping against a wall, jaw clenched, eyelids fluttering. Cum spewed under the tremendous gut, splashing like water breaking. The meerkat's belly bulged, worms within writhing.

\t Coils...coils inside...  he managed to gasp, head thrown back, throat working as if he was trying to keep from vomiting even as his hips thrust forward.

\tThe boy humped the air, or at least his own vast, swollen belly, lightning bolts of purple veins and streaks of breaking skin forming over its surface with what she mistook for a heartbeat. In truth, the things inside him sought a way out, and would be contained no longer. They pulsed, shoving forward together, seeking a weakness in his hide, gnawing at him from the inside.

\tThere had been no guts. The suricate had been a nest of viper-sized, slimy creatures, every inch of his innards going to feeding and nourishing them. How many times had she fucked him while they grew? Oleesha screamed, then, terrified. But, the worms did not rush at her. They sensed she was their mother, and refused to sink their horrible little teeth into her. Instead, they left her alone with the meerkat's shattered skeleton and a lake of dirty gray slime, cum, and tatters of hide. As her mind whirled, she felt a kick in her womb. Except, of course, it was no kick. It was too much like the coils of a snake for that.

\tIt should have broken her mind. But, the worms did not want a broken vessel. No, they rewarded her for watching the sight. Even as she clutched at her middle and screeched, her mind was flooded with blissful release, more than she ever experienced with any of her lovers or clients. It was the first hit of a drug, except that it repeated, again and again, without abating. The worms knew she doomed that meerkat, and wanted her to know she did well. The faint, muffled cries of her other cultists meeting a worm or a dozen sounded like music in her ears.

\tThen came the cravings and more love-making. Sometimes, they burst beneath her belly, or while rutting her rump. At others, she was sure they absorbed some of her corrupted essence from a kiss or a blow-job. She could not be sure how her brood found their new hosts, only that later on, she would see them, maniacally clawing at their stomachs or trying to pleasure themselves. No one resisted, in the end. When it came time to give birth, they invariably rushed towards it.

\tSomehow, Oleesha resisted the urge to finish herself off. Perhaps, she was so used to keeping her pleasure contained that even in this monstrous, over-aroused state, she could keep herself from making fatal mistakes. But, it was probably just luck, she thought when her mind was her own, in the brief moments when she was shoving her face in a barrel of preserved food her cultists had kept in the cellars. Everything tasted amazing, like heavenly nectar and ambrosia. Even rotten food had a certain spicy sweetness she could not name to it. With her mouth occupied, she could see clearly that she merely stumbled upon a way to keep her brood content for now. There was no cure or salvation.

\tHer future was to burst open just like that meerkat had.

\t Hello? Anyone down here? I heard moaning.

\tOleesha did not recognize the voice. The accent was foreign, from the North, but it reminded her of Varkude. The silver fox was the one that gave her this curse. She could barely remember how that happened, but then, it did not matter. What would she do to him now, if she caught him? She would just beg to be fucked. Just like with this stranger.

\t Please... come to me... I'm here...  she panted, mewling into the dark.

\tShe must have been quite a sight in the candlelight. Surrounded on all sides by emptied barrels and plates, broken jugs, sex-toys, and torn-open pouches of medicine, Oleesha lay like a beached whale upon the shore, trying to look up past her mountainous bosom and up at the intruder.

\t Gods... when those swollen bastards told me to look for their leader down here, I didn't believe them.  the stranger was a fox, like Varkude, a reddish brown with eyes that shone brightly thanks to the lantern he brought with him.

\tHe looked healthy. More than that. He looked fresh. Fucking a new male, who was not infested, was the best way to keep herself whole. Oleesha suspected that was a lie planted by the worms, but at this point, it hardly mattered.

\t Come here and fuck me now!  she growled through gritted teeth.

\tMuscles on her arms and legs, once too weak to so much as move her an inch, bulged with newfound energy. She could pounce on him, rip his pants open, and have his dick between her breasts in the time it took him to slide that sword he brought with him out of his scabbard. From there, it would be child's play to suck him off. Once he was good and trapped, she could even have him ride her...

\t You don't seriously expect me to obey you, do you? Look at yourself. You're practically a lake of worms on the floor just lying there. You don't even have a navel, just a bloody bulge in the middle of a... well, I'll call it a stomach, but looks more like a net-full of eels from here.

\tHe looked more professional than the guards, and the way he spoke reminded her of the occasional rich merchant that stopped by the Temple.

\t Please...  she did her best to pout and look like a beggar, but the worms within her demanded she make her move, before the victim could escape.

\tShe could pounce him. Maybe, she could even survive the experience. But, when he moved, it was fast and utterly without hesitation. This was an agent of the Empire. The fox could kill her even after she had him in her clutches. And as much as she wanted, downright hurt to have his cock, she still wanted to live.

\t I might be persuaded to... give you some relief.  the fox's eyes narrowed and Oleesha could tell he wanted to gag as he looked down at her.

\t Come on...  the feline pawed at her breasts, shuffling them upwards, showing off their frighteningly huge size for him.

\tLike any pregnancy, the brood had grown her tits. But, it did not stop at a few extra inches of fat. The growth went into overdrive, until Oleesha could boast of being the biggest in the Temple. At least, she corrected herself, until a bustier gal was infested with those damned worms. She hoped the bitch's breasts burst if that happened. This fox would be hers! She had the better bosom, and he would fall for it, and let her have him, and she could make him pop like the others, and she could...

\t Ahem. If you could stop rubbing your areolas for a moment, I have questions, and I doubt we have the time for... whatever this is.  the Imperial agent sighed.  Who did this to you?

\t Varkude. Fucking bitch of a fox. He did that rodent... Sibada... in a while back. Bandit scum... if I'd known what he would do... ahhh... I'd fucking crush his skull with my belly while I made him eat me out!  Oleesha's fantasy of revenge swiftly turned erotic the moment she put any thought towards the vulpine who destroyed her life.

\t Varkude. Of course. A fox? What color of fur? His height? Scars? Any allegiances, religion?

\tOleesha could no longer hear the agent. There was a creaking in her ears, like old, tired leather strips being pulled taut. She grabbed the two vast orbs of fat before her, and bore down, more out of instinct than any hope she could birth the monsters inside her. The fox looking down at her blinked, his calm slipping a bit. He seemed to know what the pained, orgasmic grimace on Oleesha's face meant. He drew out his blade, and stepped back.

\tThe cat looked after him, bulging eyes mad with desire. Her tongue protruded from her open mouth, her breath caught in her throat as the mass of worms shoved her egg-sack of a womb up into her chest cavity, then outwards and down to her squelching wet vagina. There were sad little noises as individual strands of muscle and clumps of fat detached within her. Even if she could take in air, she would not have screamed. The bliss of finally giving birth after such a lengthy, difficult pregnancy was more than she could express in a mere mortal shriek. For a moment, she felt godlike, carrying a thousand children that rushed to escape her, her belly a boiling pot of writhing creatures, its vastness shuddering across the cold floor of the cellar. The next, she tore open in a climax so powerful, her body ripped asunder along with her womb, spine shattering in half, ribs flung outwards, tits smothering her bloody face in a canyon of cleavage. Legs spread wide thanks to broken hips, Oleesha felt herself roll over onto her back, at last empty. Even as the worms sank their teeth into her, all she felt was afterglow. She felt vaguely surprised that she did not blow up as spectacularly as other cultists. Perhaps, the greater weight did something... that hardly mattered now. Oleesha's eyes closed, she tried to draw one last breath through pounds of breasts, and expired.

VVV

\t Alright, Aisha. I know you have been complaining about your new weight and how hard it makes dancing for your mistress. So, I came up with a solution that will serve you well for the foreseeable future.  Varkude spoke slowly, making sure to punctuate each word with a sensuous grope of the fennec's titanic belly.

\tShe was fecundity itself. Carrying the sin worms did many favors for her figure, widening her thighs, growing her breasts out until they truly were prize-winning melons on her tiny chest, and adding a counter-balance in the form of a fat rump that begged to be humped and slapped. Thanks to the knowledge he gained from Drews, his observations of the parasites in the city's population, and Irra's great wealth, Varkude was able to slow the growth of her infestation to a pleasurable crawl. Her body should have broken days ago, but still, she retained the ability to waddle, however slowly, from food to fucking to sleep without too much discomfort. Monstrously swollen with sin worms, Aisha's hide barely showed the damage being an egg-sack usually caused.

\tHer gut, now rubbing the ground whenever she was not actively heaving it upwards with her full strength, had a few dull, half-healed bruises, but the stretch-marks over its glistening, nearly fur-less surface were silver, rather than raw pink or bloody red, and the slithering movements of her brood were slow and leisurely.

\tVarkude could only hope that bitch, Oleesha, managed to survive the way his little whore fennec did. She seemed smart enough and ruthless enough to balance mating with victims to spread the eggs against caring for the adult sin worms. There was no fear her appetites would ever be reduced by a small thing like not wanting to die. Certainly, once she was properly motivated, even the originally reluctant Aisha gave in to the pleasures of serving Lady Irra, Varkude, and her infestation.

\t A solution?  Aisha rubbed sleep out of her eyes, turning over on her pile of pillows with a soft, muffled slosh.

\tHelping pull her to her feet was always a task. But, Varkude felt stronger with every day she grew larger. Watching her stumble and sway, trying in vain to contain her belly's movements and keep her enormous tits on her swell instead of quaking around like the bowls of jelly they had become under the silver fox's care was always worth the effort. Occasionally, she even leaked milk, which Varkude was swift to lap up, complimenting her and pawing her pussy until she nearly fell back into bed from the stimulation.

\t That's right. Remember that new ring I put in your navel? Well, it wasn't just to torture your pretty little pelt or give you better jewelry!  Varkude laughed, reaching down to tug on the heavy, gold door-knocker of an ornament now piercing her nearly-pulled-flat navel.

\tShe shook in place, standing on her tiptoes, trying to spread her legs wider and hump in place, eyes rolling up with pleasure. The sin worms truly were evil, Varkude decided. As far as she was concerned, anything that threatened to rip her open was only marginally less desirable than food and sex. Pleasure was pleasure, and pain was just another kind of pleasure, with very few things breaking through the fog of her brain to suggest she was in danger. So far, knives laid against her belly had her begging for mercy, but beyond that, he could prod, slap, claw, and pinch the desert fox to his heart's content.

\tHe led her from her personal tent to Lady Irra. The bear, beautiful as ever, larger than ever, looked down at the girl led by her lover with lust and awe. Varkude told the ursine what he saw, leaving out some of the gorier bits in favor of describing the uncontrollable lust that led up to the disaster. Irra knew that Aisha's days were numbered, and every day that Varkude brought her to the merchant queen's side, the bear grew more excited. It was almost worth as much as preserving the fennec's growth itself. Seeing another living creature staring, ecstatic and expectant, at Aisha's too-big gut was a drug more potent than any release he could achieve alone with his victim.

\tNot that Lady Irra knew that Aisha was just another sacrifice to her silver fox.

\t You look positively stunning today, Aisha. Please, won't you dance for Varkude and me?  the ursine lay on her side, a paw draped over a massive malachite table, its surface covered in plates of drugged candy, fruit, and exotic jerky.

\t Of course, my lady... but as you can see...  Aisha whined, flailing a paw at her predicament.

\tEven as strong as the sin worms seemed to make her, there was only so long she could drag a weight twice her own before she was exhausted.

\t Look up to the ceiling of the tent.  Varkude growled into her ear, a paw wrapping around her nipple, pulling on another of the piercings he made for her, this one meant only to tease the fennec.

\tA chain, gilded but made of strong steel, hung down in the middle of the room, attached to a small wheel and crank on the ground. Without much more explanation, Varkude pushed Aisha forward, and quickly wrapped the chain's end around the ring, until the links were locked together in a perfect arrangement he demanded from the jeweler that made the fennec's navel ring.

\t All I have to do is turn this crank, and... up goes the belly.

\tIt was strange to watch Aisha's middle rising up, pulled by her navel. Certainly, that much weight could not be supported by a ring alone, but with only a little help, the desert fox was soon standing straight, her legs only slightly bent from the bulk of her infested womb. The sin worms, for their part, made a show of slithering around inside her for a moment, their many bodies momentarily making it seem like she would pop open like an overripe fruit, but soon calmed back down. The combination of herbs Varkude selected thanks to his badger friend was working perfectly. He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, before walking over to join Lady Irra.

\tHis big-bellied, fertility goddess of a lover was very unhappy to learn her guard of many years abandoned her after becoming sick with the sin worms. Varkude wondered just how much of that unhappiness was the product of lust, and how much was genuine concern for the older male. The silver fox also wondered if the stripe-dog could be made to keep quiet for the promise of fucking his mistress once more in a threesome with his destroyer. Though it seemed too risky. It was bad enough to have an unsightly white patch where he foolishly trusted the badger without putting himself in a position where Drews could upset his position with Lady Irra. No, the poor boy would have to burst on his own, so Varkude and Irra could keep enjoying Aisha together until the end.

\tThe end seemed quite close for the short desert fox. Her big ears swiveled, listening for music, her toes digging into the carpet of the tent in preparation, but the sweat dripping down her belly and over her tits told Varkude she was on the precipice. Soon, every dance would be a dangerous balance between healing and doom, and every love-making potentially a climatic finale.

\tIrra commanded there to be music. Servants, what few clung to the merchant queen out of fear, desperation, and greed, refused to be in the same place as Aisha after what they witnessed throughout Rakooma, and the music, when it arrived, came muffled by the tent's cloth. It was a lively melody made by a trio of drum, fiddle, and strange Northern invention the bear called a guitar, and ordinarily, the belly dancer would be whirling from place to place, hovering near an audience member only long enough to smother them in cleavage or shove their snout into her belly. Aisha could not keep up with the beat, and Lady Irra called for the musicians to slow down, or else she would personally shove sin worms down their throats.

\tStomach suspended, the big-eared vulpine took the first tentative steps, before the chain, predictably, stopped her. For a second, she stumbled, wrenching the piercing in her belly to the side, but before things could go any further, Aisha righted herself, and began a less ambitious routine. Slowly, so as not to pull on the chain holding her belly hostage, the fennec made circles around the center of the tent. Shifting from one leg to another, she almost succeeded in a belly dance, heaving her belly to one side, then to another, its immense bulk groaning from such mistreatment. Her tits slapped the orb every time, and she gasped as if the squirts of milk were unexpected each time. Soon, her belly was covered in milk and a new bruise gave her navel a halo of burst blood vessels. Her expression kept changing, from a confused, pained grimace to an ecstatic little smile, the dance no doubt putting her in the mood for something a little more physical.

\tVarkude decided to let her dance for a while longer before suggesting anything to Irra. If the fennec was not tired enough, she could accidentally excite her brood into popping her during sex, and that just would not do. No, when Aisha burst, it had to be because of the ursine's care. The silver fox was sure it would be the final nudge for his lover. Once Aisha was a worm-eaten skeleton, Irra would be his companion for life.

VVV

\tThe city became a shell of its former self. Busy markets closed, what few creatures remaining in their ruined stalls too big and fragile to shuffle around any more, their bodies incubating millions of squirming, evil things. The sin worms spread like wildfire, eggs dropped into water and food by accident or sick perversion. Adult parasites, escaping from the burst husks of their victims, sought new hosts to continue their lives in comfort, and few could resist the flood of them whenever someone inevitably burst. Survivors banded together into small groups of flagellants, prudes, and the immune. For a time, Varkude wondered precisely what made some people repel the sin worms, and the silver fox tried to question them, always pointing back to Lady Irra's massive camp, offering money and safety in exchange for knowledge. None of them were any help, however. They did not know, and from what the vulpine could tell, none of them had anything in common.

\tLady Irra was ready to leave as the first fires began. Crazed fanatics, some already twitching with early symptoms of infestation, turned on anyone that seemed the least bit suspicious. The ursine heard news of this, shooting worried looks at Aisha as more and more reports of violence, destruction, and horrific, wet explosions trickled into her luxurious tent. Varkude took advantage, and within the week, they were traveling out of Rakooma, headed for the big bear's homeland.

\tVarkude nearly brought Drews with them. The badger, long-since defeated by the sin worms, was as harmless as he was whiny. Something within the former warrior broke so thoroughly, the stripe-dog's every third word was a plea for more food, more pleasure, or, occasionally, a feverish cry to be relieved of the pressure within his gut. But, keeping Irra on his side and properly motivated in her cruelty was more important than whatever fun the silver fox could squeeze from the submissive, about to burst badger. Even a reminder that once, she would have been horrified by the idea of another creature suffering like that would be bad.

\tWhich, of course, meant having to dispose of Drews.

\tIt was a fine last experiment, a test of just what effect the herbs he used on himself and Irra to repel the sin worms would have on a creature in Drews' condition. The badger eagerly drank down the whole wine-skin, nose wrinkling with disgust when he tasted the herbs. It was the first time in weeks that the swollen male showed any displeasure.

\t What... is in there?  he gasped, wheezing as the sin worms moved within his overloaded belly.

\t A cure, I'm sure. If this doesn't purge the sin worms from you, nothing will.  Varkude smiled, reaching up to run a paw over the apex of his captive's moist, shiny gut.

\tEven lying down on a pile of blankets, Drews had a belly as tall as Varkude. The bed lay in ruins outside the cell, having been crushed by the growing badger. He did not need to be chained anymore. His size kept him trapped where he lay, and only Varkude's whim kept him clean and intact. Now, all that was changing. The badger's belly lurched, the worms within sensing something was wrong. Drews drew up his legs, best as he was able, cumming and retching, eyes bulging comically wide as his innards, now merely parasites, panicked at the touch of Varkude's caustic mixture. Under the silver fox's paw, the navel split down the middle as if sliced by a fine blade, spilling amniotic fluid down his sides. From there, the damage shuddered downwards in red lightning-bolts of stressed hide breaking apart. Drews tried to reach up to where the worst of his wounds spurted blood, slime, and eggs, only to flop back on the floor with a gurgle.

\tThe sin worms did not move as one. Disorganized, they slithered over each other, seeking escape wherever they could. The badger's throat swelled obscenely, a load of parasites fighting their way up, and he clutched at his chest, claws digging into his flabby flesh in a mad attempt to free the monsters invading his rib-cage. Legs kicking, oozing cum from beneath a titanic belly, Drews looked like a memory of Sibada flashing through a nightmare. The tearing of meat, the splashes of juices, and the ugly, lewd noises of release rose to a crescendo. Varkude stepped back, removing his paw off the badger's stomach just in time for a fat, arm-sized sin worm to burst forth from the torn navel. Drews croaked out something that sounded like the word 'more' as his belly boiled up with thousands of creatures tasting freedom, and exploded.

\tThe blast sent Varkude stumbled back, his cloak splattered with clumps of badger gut and squirming, fish-sized monstrosities writhing in agony. The herbs, it would seem, did something to a sin worm's natural slime, making it inhospitable for the demonic creatures. The broken-open badger's still-convulsing corpse remained uneaten as the mass of parasites died on the spot, a rancid smell rising from the steaming pile in moments.

\t Well, I was planning on burning down the house, anyway.

\tThe arsonists trying to burn the plague off the face of the world  made for good cover. Not that Varkude suspected anyone would blame him for trying to keep one of the infested creatures in his basement. A great many people tried to do that, reasoning that perhaps the curse could be lifted. More than likely, the ignorant neighbors would just assume that the silver fox did himself in. That lot would not be able to tell a stripe-dog from a vulpine, Varkude was sure. His home crackled merrily as the carpets, bedding, and various other trinkets went up in flames thanks to a mixture of oil and liquor. The fox did not stay long enough to watch. He had places to be.

\tDitching the soaked-through, bloodied cloak outside Lady Irra's camp, he strode in, grabbed a sack of supplies, and threw it onto a wagon as if he was working the whole time. Thanks to the chaos, it was easy to pretend he was at her side since last night. Not that anyone dared check. Thanks to some well-placed rumors and some actual truths the vulpine slipped into conversation, the bear's hired help thought of him as something between Irra's husband and a desert demon she kept as her personal assassin.

\t Oh, hello there! Thanks for the help, Master Varkude.  a squirrel half-bowed as Varkude passed him.  Please tell Lady Irra we're almost done here. Soon, we'll have everything in the wagons and moving out from this accursed place!

\t Good. I will be sure to mention your excellent work organizing our escape, Chisk.  the silver fox smiled benevolently.

\tIt was good to be treated with adoration and respect.

\t Oh, um, Master Varkude? There was a strange fox here earlier, looking for you. He said something about the Temple of Ouroboros, and the plague, and I think some awful thing about you being a bandit.

\tVarkude felt his mask of kind, noble merchant cracking. A familiar, cold look swept over his face. It took so much work fooling everyone here, and now, some would-be hero was here to ruin everything? That would not do. Hopefully, he could murder Chisk before the bushy-tailed rodent told Irra anything too incriminating...

\t The guards sent him running, told him if he wanted one of ours, in this time of troubles, they'd cut off his head like breaking a thread! He brown-furred bastard moved quick after that. How anyone could say such stuff about you, Master Varkude, I can't imagine. Must've been riddled with the worms, trying to sneak in to hump you! No offense, but you are a handsome one, and the plagued sort notice.  the squirrel scratched the back of his head, looking apologetic.

\t No offense taken, Chisk. You and the guards are getting extra pay for defending my honor and keeping the awfulness of this plague out of our caravan. I'll have plenty of trouble keeping poor, bloated Aisha together without Irra deciding to take in another leper!  Varkude chuckled, clapping Chisk on the back.

\tIt was useful to make Lady Irra the generous, naive rich girl trying to help the sick. It did nothing to counter the rumors of perversion that constantly swirled around the couple, but it did make Varkude and the bear look like they were doing this for reasons other than lust. Ever since he perfected the 'cure' for sin worms, the silver fox distributed it freely to all the servants, explaining that without Aisha's assistance, no such medicine could be made. They readily accepted that.

\tHis ursine mistress took up a wagon all of her own. It was near the front of the caravan, surrounded by guards and her wealth. Aisha, looking like a salve-smeared pinkish bubble, sat in a separate, smaller wagon, pulled by a sturdy couple of skunks that joined them days ago. The pair of males were obviously infatuated with the fennec from the moment they saw her. Varkude saw the use of the brothers, and let them have her, so long as they took good care of the vixen. Of course, the deal also included letting him and Lady Irra play with the infested desert fox whenever the mood struck. Varkude wondered what use he could put those two once Aisha was done for.

\tFrom the looks of her, the big day was coming sooner than even the silver fox expected. Her plump face had a sickly, greenish tint to it, and her body sweated out slime as if she were some exotic lamprey. The sin worms dominated her so thoroughly, she could no longer dance even with the chain attached to her navel. The pull of her gut would either rip the ring right out or break the tent, even if the caravan stopped just to set up a proper place for her performance. She spoke rarely, and when she did, it was in a mewling, moaning, breathless sort of voice, mostly incoherent babbling about the coils of her cult, Varkude's wonderful love-making, and Lady Irra's generous breasts. It was funny to hear the fennec mention the chest size of another female, thought the fox, given her own impressive udders, but then, it was debatable if Aisha even understood what her body was, now.

\tVarkude gave the flank of her gut a pat, and clambered onto Irra's wagon. The plush, dim interior kept the bulk of the ursine comfortable, her brown fur never marred by sweat, sand, or sunburn. Ever since she began to delegate most of her decisions to others, Varkude could demand more of her time for feasting and love-making. Now, he openly spoke of her bursting, knowing she found the idea as sickeningly pleasurable as he did. A paw on her belly told her it was him. To think, he had touched three different creatures filled with lust, at different stages of their self-destruction in a single day! Varkude felt blessed. If there were gods, then the vile way he lived before was a way to balance the scales, for he could think of no better way to spend his days than this.

\t You've come back, my dear fox. Are we almost ready to leave?  she spoke softly as he snuggled up to her belly, resting his head on her breast.

\t Yes. And, we should celebrate the moment Rakooma becomes invisible on the horizon. I saw Aisha, and I don't think she'll be able to hold on for much longer... unlike you, my big, beautiful goddess. Your fertile form will eclipse the stars before there is a single creak of effort from your hide. Imagine it, and we will make it so.

\tIt was child's play to mold the bear's mind. She was eager to grow for him, and every temptation he cared to thrust before her, Irra accepted with less and less complaint. She would need a bigger wagon, at this rate. Already, her arm draped over the side, and her belly was so heavy it made the metal of the wheel spokes tremble.

\t Make love to me, Varkude, tell me more of those vile desert tales!  Irra  commanded, just as the silver fox knew she would.

\tHe was only too happy to satisfy. He needed the release after what he saw in the city.

VVV

\tThe trick to mounting a creature infested with sin worms, Varkude thought as he approached Aisha, lay in careful timing. Even sedated, the worms knew when their vessel had reached her limits. So, it was important not to put too much pressure on the fennec. She stood trembling, if spreading like an old-time fertility goddess, barely touching the fibers of the blanket with her toes counted as standing at all. Her vast womb sat heavily upon the hot desert sand, pulsing slowly, but with enough force to shuffle the grains around. Left like this, it would bury itself in the dune within the day, if Aisha survived long enough. More likely, however, these were her last moments.

\tVarkude arranged for a picnic with Irra and their pet infested the moment he could no longer see the city. With Rakooma a distant, smoke-belching ruin being fought over by the Empire, fanatics, and sin worms, there was little to fear from anyone who knew who he truly was. And, he did tell Lady Irra the truth. If Aisha did not experience some final pleasure with them, she would surely experience one final pleasure all on her own. And this could not be allowed.

\t Are you ready for me, Aisha?  he whispered, kneeling at her oozing sex, just close enough to rub the tip of his maleness against her twitching folds.

\tIrra sat nearby, popping grapes into her mouth and watching with undisguised astonishment. Varkude kept her from seeing just how big Aisha grew while the caravan prepared, and throughout the journey, found excuses to keep the fennec's transport out of the bear's view. Now, his mistress saw the vixen in all her glory, an egg-sack squirming with worms, her tits mashing into the ground, every vein standing out and thin lines of stress around her areolas, her fur sparse over a belly that could belong to a whale. Just unloading her for the picnic took many paws and a large blanket to cushion the landing. There was little chance anyone would be able to move her now.

\t Ye-es...  the words came out between gritted teeth, Aisha's mad grin widening, drool spilling into the darkness of her cleavage by the cupful.

\tSlipping inside took no effort. She was wet, and hotter than even the sand, surprisingly tight even after being softened up by the skunk brothers. The pair proved quite valuable in keeping her intact, and for this, they received the honor of watching her burst. From a distance, of course. Varkude already felt a little strange skewering the fennec's pussy while Irra looked on. It was, he decided, not the way he preferred things. But, the pleasure was the same regardless, and the anticipation, fed by Aisha's moans and the twitching of her taut hide, made up for any discomfort.

\tHe felt the sin worms inside her through the thinnest of membranes, their swarm pressing against his dick even as he humped, testing the sack of her innards. She gasped, paws slapping uselessly at the belly before her. The life within her wanted out, but Varkude's thrusts were slow as honey, and they seemed content to merely attempt taking him over. The temptation had been there, however slight, to see what sin worms would do to him, but the silver fox's desires lay in a different direction for now. He took his time building to a climax, careful not to slip up and begin humping the vixen too forcefully, occasionally pawing at a massive tit or reaching past her breast-meat and feeling her jiggling, slow-boil belly.

\t She's getting red... no, purple... around her middle.  Irra pleasured herself best as she could, sitting up and riding a pillow, eyes fixed on the place Aisha's belly button once resided.

\tThe piercing had to be removed. The skin healed quickly thanks to Varkude's care, but any hole within it that remained would only grow as the sin worms prepared to birth. Where he was, the fox could not see it, but beads of blood were already staining the sand at the foundations of Aisha's gut. The desert drank up the fennec's sweat and slime as Varkude did his best to bury as much of his cock in her as possible. It would have been too much, once. Now that anything could have her squelching in place and crying in bliss, it must have felt like being impaled. She clung to her tremendous body best as she could, claws scrabbling at the sides of her belly and tits, eyes rolled up and head thrust back so far Varkude could see her throat working to keep swallowing the juices rushing up her gullet.

\t Come on... hold together... Lady Irra wants to feed you after this.  the silver fox groaned, precum jetting into the vixen beneath him, his jaw clenching.

\tHis climax was nothing compared to the one experienced by Aisha as she nearly shattered herself, thighs shaking as she did her best to hump in place and drain her lover of all his seed. That, or at least relieve the urge to pass on her damnation to another, Varkude reminded himself. Her mind belonged to the parasites now, and what few instincts remained within her drugged-up brain dealt in new imperatives. He spent enough time listening to Drews and her speak of their dreams to know sin worm hosts could make even him feel a twinge of disgust. Not that it stopped him from cumming at the thought of the vixen's womb succumbing to the pressure of life within it!

\tSatisfied for the moment, he withdrew as slowly as he entered, making Aisha gurgle and beg for more with every inch taken from within her. Her hide no longer pulsed. Veins, broken by the exertion of her heart nearly popping out of her chest beating to keep her alive, provided no guide for the sin worms to time their attacks on the walls of her egg-sack of a belly. It was more bruise than hide. Still, there remained enough coordination in the unholy brood to press on, toward her navel. The end had begun.

\t Alright, hold on a little longer...  Varkude leaned down and kissed her on the lips, tasting a mixture of slime and blood before he stood up and motioned for Irra to come and finish the work.

\t Eat up, and if you make it, Varkude will fuck you again.  Lady Irra rumbled down at the fennec as she took her place at Aisha's side and began to force food into her mouth.

\tThe worms understood hunger and lust. Limits, such as they were, existed for them only when their host was about to die and strand them without another body to infest. Tricking them with a steady stream of drugs, sustenance, and sex worked very well, and even in her current state, the big-eared vixen seemed to gain newfound strength from the bear's promise.

\tVarkude sat back, resting in the afterglow, watching the show. There was a slim chance Aisha would live long enough for another love-making, but if that happened, the silver fox would grant the honor to the skunk brothers. If they wanted to be nearly buried by sin worms when the whore popped open, that was their wish. Varkude and his love, meanwhile, were content to merely bring Aisha to the very edge and watch her go over.

\tGoing over the edge took time, even in the fennec's utterly swollen state.   She flopped onto her side in the sand, chewing a piece of meat Irra lovingly thrust between her lips. She belched, the gaseous discharges of her brood accompanying every forced gulp. Peaches, pit and all, went into her maw, followed by more meat, then sliced melon. The sin worms responded well. For the moment, they concentrated on digestion, not the desert fox's end. Eventually, with the bear's help, Aisha rolled over onto her back, the effort nearly breaking her spine as she twisted in place, urging her too-big belly to comply. No position offered relief, or room for the fennec to grow. Taut, bloody, her vast middle lurched as if she were being fucked still, the drool oozing from her mouth frothing.

\t Poor vixen... poor Aisha... have some poppy candy.  Lady Irra spoke in a motherly tone, but her cheek was pressed against Aisha's dome of a belly, and her smile was very, very familiar to Varkude.

\tThe opium slid down into the fennec's gut with the same digestive complaints as anything else she swallowed. And, rather than calm her brood, it spelled her doom. Even as a giddy smile spread over Aisha's face, Varkude saw her belly's lurching stop, a terrible vibration passing through it. The weight of what her womb contained defeated her hide without much more help from the sin worms. Irra looked down at the bowl in her paws with disappointment; she wanted to feed Aisha some more before the end. With a heavy sigh, she heaved herself up. Aisha tried to speak through a mouthful of seasoned honey apple, dribbling sweetness down at her chest as it struggled to lift upwards for a breath. The mass of gut and tits suddenly shoved atop her as the birthing pangs began made that task impossible, but then, the fennec knew nothing, saw nothing anymore.

\tThe egg-sack Aisha became vibrated like a guitar string. The sin worms, alerted to the imminent destruction, still confused by Varkude's efforts, swirled against her navel in a strange, corkscrew pattern, spiraling drunkenly out. A shockingly lewd expulsion of slime from between Aisha's legs signaled the end. A tear rose up from her nethers, slicing its way as if the fennec's bleeding, purple belly was a strange, overripe melon being cut open by a clumsy servant. It was slow, giving Aisha plenty of time to realize something was terribly wrong before the last, climactic pleasure erased her mind entirely. She lay there, stricken, flailing like a dying fish, her overworked womb splashing out of her split gut, glistening dark red in the sunlight. Irra cried out, shocked by the sight and what it aroused in her. Varkude smiled, and looked closer. The apex of Aisha's slimy sack of worms blew open so quickly, other creatures would have missed it. The silver fox watched, entranced, as the sin worms poured out, widening the gash they created. Sensing their freedom, the parasites tried to find new hosts, but between Varkude's careful treatments and the hot desert Sun, they had only a precious few moments to try and dig back into their destroyed host before the sand cooked them alive.

\tAisha gave one last gurgling breath, and went limp. Soon, her magnificent tits would be a meal for her children. It was a shame, thought Varkude, that there was no way to keep her alive and whole forever. At least, he still had Irra. The ursine stood, watching the small lake of sin worms digging into the dunes or slithering their way into Aisha's corpse, her expression somewhere between horrified realization and joy.

\t It's... that's what it feels like.  she mumbled.

\tVarkude smiled. Juices glistened between her legs. She climaxed watching the fennec burst. It was a good sign. Still, she felt some shame, or perhaps disgust, and turned away, walking toward the caravan. That gave the vulpine time to rush to the broken desert fox's side, dip a bottle into her slimy, corruption-filled remains, and cork the container, storing it within her cloak. He doubted the North had anything as wonderfully vile as the sin worms, and he could think of a dozen uses for them, now that he knew their life cycle intimately.

\t My lady, please wait up! Let me bury Aisha before we leave!  he called to her.

\tA few hasty pawfuls of sand to make it seem like he tried, and he gave up to join his mistress.

\t I'm sorry. I was... grieving. She was a fine young vixen, and if she only lived longer... perhaps I could save her.

\t At least, she died a pleasurable death. She looked like she was having the greatest orgasm of her life when she... split.  Irra nodded, gulping in air as she trudged to her wagon.

\t If I died that way, it would be a wonderful end.  Varkude looked up at Lady Irra.

\tThe ursine looked thoughtful. Still, there was no denying her lust. The fox's manipulation worked, and by the time she was inside her wagon, laying atop her pillows, Lady Irra was once again the same, horny bear he loved. He did not wait for her to command it, but grabbed a bag full of drugged candies and straddled her thighs, resting her rock-hard erection on her fat gut.

\t Let me put your mind at ease, my lady.  he whispered, trembling all over with newfound lust.

\t Please!  the big-bellied bear shivered beneath him, her bulk shuffling deeper into her pillows, her legs spreading and her mouth opening wide.

\tIt took a few candies before all worries melted away. Varkude patiently tossed them into her maw, massaging her belly, running paws over her areolas and pinching her nipples, keeping his mouth shut for the moment, occasionally bending down to kiss her navel or playfully nip at her soft belly. Then, cautiously, he began to speak.

\t You want to be the biggest, do you not?

\t Ah...of course...ooo... just... I wanna...  she moaned as he squeezed her teat, and gently slipped down, bodily lying atop her nearly spherical stomach, his length pressed between her legs.

\t You want to be the biggest... and you know the price... swollen with children, with food, with parasites, with drink and with drugs... you cannot live as the biggest... you must surrender to the pleasure... the pressure...

\tIt was a stroke of genius to keep snacks at her side in the wagon. The bear did not complain, fat as she became. Even the short walk back to the caravan winded her! All she had to do when she was excited or bored is swing an arm over her mound of pillows, and grab a pawful of something delicious. And, with Varkude around, her stuffing herself was rewarded with the fox's utter devotion to her pleasure. Not that the silver fox denied himself anything. Even as she ate, he thrust into her as if Aisha were a distant memory, a fantasy they indulged in together and nothing more. A few more bites of sweet nuts and a couple long, sensuous licks over her vast belly, and it did all seem dream-like and pleasant.

\t The pressure... gods...  she growled in between mouthfuls.

\tHer stomach churned within her. Food piled in, and Varkude needed do nothing more than keep up the pace with his thrusts, letting his own fantasies of the bear growing bigger than the wagon, bigger than any creature he had ever seen, keep him hard as ever. He felt her stomach grow rock-hard within her, the organ overwhelmed with her intake, and still she ate. Her perversion demanded it, just as much as Varkude's. The brown-furred bear grunted, the silver fox inside her speeding up. A part of her must have known his thoughts, because she spoke them aloud.

\t I could... oh gods... burst... just eating... oh gods, keep it up, Varkude... pleeease... pop me... pop me... like her...

\tHer belly was the size of Aisha's when the fennec splashed out across the sand. She did not squirm with life, true, but it was easy to imagine the gurgling of her guts and her heavy breathing as some demonic creature about to birth from her. Varkude gave in to the nightmarish fantasy.

\t Pop for me... pop for me...  he chanted, nose digging into her belly, his words muffled by fat.

\tHe could see nothing except her stomach, its delicate veins, its straining hide trying to keep up with her growth. The smell of her, an intoxicating perfume of arousal and just a whiff of destroyed fennec, brought him close to climax. He heard her breasts slapping her belly, as if her gut were lurching outwards, about to split. He shut his eyes, and concentrated on that, imagined the creak of ursine skin before Irra detonated...

\tHe came, followed soon after by the bear's own inner walls squeezing and milking him as she writhed in pleasure. The merchant queen had not exploded, of course. She lay upon her pillows, a satisfied smile on her sugar-coated lips, her eyes half-closed as she looked over the horizon of her belly at the sweaty, demonic fox rising between her legs. How easy it would be to take advantage of her now, in her afterglow. Delirious with lust, full to the point that most creatures would be retching, Irra would submit easily to whatever torment he inflicted.

\t Would you like to go again?  Varkude asked.

\tShe nodded, threw her head back, and moaned for more.

\t Think about popping for me.
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