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Years have passed and the manipulative monster finds himself in a new land with a new identity. Now a noble lord surrounded by wealth. But the silver fox has become bored and restless. His black soul hungers for depravity and abdominal destruction, and its demands must be met.\n\nPart four 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/\n\nPart One: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417451\n\nPart Two: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417472\n\nPart Three: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417478\n\nPart Four: You are here.\n\nPart Five: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/48440541/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Varkude's twisted journey continues! Years have passed and the manipulative monster finds himself in a new land with a new identity. Now a noble lord surrounded by wealth.  But the silver fox has become bored and restless. His black soul hungers for depravity and abdominal destruction, and its demands must be met.

Part four 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/

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

Part Three: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417478

Part Four: You are here.

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It was not much more than\na title, but it came with such riches Varkude took the name of Wilhelm at their\nwedding without hesitation. That night, he made love to the bear with such ferocity\nthat the bed broke beneath her bulk.\n\n \n\nShockingly, Wilhelm managed to impregnate the fat ursine in a couple of\nyears, and she swelled even larger than before. Irra waddled about their estate\nwith the help of a cane and a couple of servants, her breasts a pair of milk-filled\nbags so big they threatened to tip her over, even as her belly grew taut and round,\nthe fat within it now competing with her womb for space. The fox could hardly\nbelieve his eyes, and though his lust only increased as she blossomed into a true\nimage of fertility, gravid with his kits, he worried. Not about the children, of\ncourse. Years of luxury could not bring such feelings to Wilhelm. Like a well-fed\nsnake, he was satisfied for now, the ruin he brought to Rakooma fresh in his mind,\nbut eventually, he would need more. Would his wife play her part in his lustful\nschemes, if she was distracted by her spawn?\n\n \n\nFortunately, Lady Irra herself brought it up one evening while they lay in\nher enormous, four-poster bed. She complained that she was not ready for the\nresponsibilities that came with motherhood. She longed for more pleasurable nights\nfeeding her milk to her fox, rutting until morning, not wasting her youth on\nbreeding. And then she told Wilhelm something incredible.\nThe Northerns had magic. Nothing too miraculous, the bear assured him as she\nheld his head to her breast and Wilhelm gently rubbed what he could reach of her\ntremendous gut. But, there was a certain simple spell, that once cast, would delay\nand slow her pregnancy. It was old magic, powerful yet safe, and she assured him it\nwould serve them well if he learned it. Then, they could extend their fun for a\ndecade or two.\n\n \n\n“And in that time you could... burst a few bitches with me.” she whispered\ninto his ear, bringing his cock to erection in the blink of an eye.\n\n\nAfter a couple of years living with him, she too learned to manipulate and\nseduce. Wilhelm could not be prouder. His efforts did more than grow her figure.\nThe brown-furred bear filled with lust for size, for pressure, for the self-destructive, gory ends the silver fox enjoyed. In many ways, she was the perfect\nwilling accomplice. And, better than that, a willing victim.\n\n \n\nThe spell proved easy to learn. Wilhelm cast it on Irra every month as he\nmeasured her with a piece of twine, thrilled at her progression. In five years, she\neclipsed every creature the fox ever had the pleasure of seeing. She was a\nmountain, her belly a veined dome that rose higher than Wilhelm was tall, its apex\nmarked by a thick knot of a reddened navel. Humping against that stretched belly\nbutton brought the fox to climax more than once upon the night of their\nanniversary, his seed running into her tremendous, wobbling cleavage creating shiny\nrivers over her stretch-marks.\n\n \n\n“You are the biggest... the most swollen... Sibada, Aisha, that bloated\nwhore... you've made them all specks to me.” he gasped down at her, hips still\nthrusting.\n\n \n\n“Oh, Wilhelm... if you hadn't fucked so much of it into me tonight, I'd say\nyou wasted your seed...” Irra panted up at him, and rolled over just enough to\ndeposit her husband next to her bulk.\n\n\n“Nothing is wasted on your belly, my love.” Wilhelm chuckled, kissing her\nside.\n\n\n“Flatterer. In a couple of weeks, there will be a ball. I had the dress\naltered, to show off my girth at the first proper ball with my husband... and that\ngave me some ideas. Perhaps, we could do something a little more risky.”\nWilhelm's ears perked up, and he licked his lips with an evil grin. Irra\nlaughed.\n\n\n“Even after six times, you're still eager, my fox? Very well. But, before you\nfuck my brains out and make me pass out, I must tell you about Lady Versi. Once,\nlong ago, we were taught by the same teachers, and even, briefly, we had a little\nfun together... but that's not about that. I heard from a friend of a friend...\nthat she's as egg-filled as a dozen hens. That pheasant sounds like precisely the\nsort of creature that no one would notice... succumbing to her vices.”\nIt was tempting. Avians were rare in Rakooma, and the idea of his wife\nhelping to bring a new victim to him made him shiver with the delightful vileness\nof it all. How much had changed. And, how little! In an instant, he went from\nadmiration for the ursine's gravid state to a cold, cruel estimation of her ability\nto endure him. Eventually, a decade from tonight, or maybe even sooner, she would\nwant to birth her young. And then, their fun would end. Could he live the rest of\nhis days knowing Lady Irra only helped him burst a couple of lovers? No, he needed\nmore. And, whether he liked it or not, he was letting his edge grow rusty living in\nthe soft, isolated cradle the bear created for him.\n\n\nShe wanted to show off and indulge the perversions he gave her, and he wanted\nmore than that by far.\n\n\n“She sounds perfect, my love. We could spend a few wonderful, sinful evenings\ntogether. And then... well, you did say she was full of eggs. Delaying the\ninevitable, just like you are.” he ran a claw over her flank, through the groove of\na stretchmark, over a heavy, root-like vein running over her belly.\nShe contained three dozen kits now, by his estimation. They were all stuck at\na mere two months old, thanks to the minor magic he used, but if he were to cast\nthe spell improperly, their development could be allowed to accelerate. It would\nnot take her very long to reach her limit, then. Once he saw what Lady Versi looked\nlike, he could time things properly, let the pair develop at the same leisurely\nrate. Then, once he had them both in his clutches, he would take his time enjoying\ntheir rupturing. It would be amusing to be a rich widower.\n\n\n“You are thinking about me bursting, you perverted monster, aren't you?” Lady\nIrra growled down at the small male.\n\n\nShe knew him too well.\n\n\n“I-uh-not-”\n\n\n“I've lived with you for half-a-decade. I've listened to all your stories. I\nlived through some of those stories! There's no point in denying it. It's like\nbreathing for you. Your eyes light up like two hell-embers whenever you get the\nitch.” she shook her head.\n\n\n“It makes me want to hump you until you suffocate in my breasts and drown in\nmy milk.” she finally admitted.\n\n\nIt was strange to have her be so complicit in her own ruin. Perhaps, years of\nlust and gluttony simply burned out what little inhibition she possessed. Or, he\nwas far more twisted than he ever allowed himself to be, and when she learned from\nhim, she picked up some hidden, self-destructive need in his own soul. Whatever the\nreason, she was eager to play his game even knowing that he plotted against her. It\nalmost made him hesitate. Almost.\n\n\nWilhelm made a promise to himself, then and there. If Lady Irra survived\ntheir fun with Lady Versi, he would be her loving husband. Until then, however, he\nwould live every moment expecting to feel her tough, ursine hide split beneath his\npaw-pads. It was a fair gamble, he assured himself, because surely, if she wanted\nto stay intact all she had to do was make that pheasant burst before her own belly\ngave.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nWatching and eagerly expecting another creature to loudly and wetly split\nopen may not have been on Wilhelm's mind for a few years, but that did not mean he\nremained entirely idle. When his pregnant wife focused on her mercantile work, the\nsilver fox practiced a different sort of craft.\n\n\nIt was not uncommon for nobles, even this far North, to have favorite\nservants. Ever since he took in the twin skunks, Gerd and Seth, to pull the wagon\nof his doomed fennec lover, Wilhelm found himself enjoying their company. It was\nnot just loyalty. The twins were eager to endure much for pleasure. Tug a wagon all\nday for the privilege of fucking a glistening egg-sack of a desert fox? The pair\ndrooled at the prospect. Swallow down barrels of beer so Wilhelm could watch them\nslosh about as they walked in exchange for a quick blowjob? Gerd and Seth nearly\nburst their stomachs trying to drink more than the other. The more he tested them,\nthe more the silver fox found their desperation agreeing with him.\n\n\nFor a time, he thought Irra and him would cause the pair to self-destruct. It\nwould just be severing another tie to Rakooma. But, there was always tomorrow,\nuntil the skunk twins were a fixture in the estate, seen by nearly everyone and\nknown by name.\n\n\nIt was hard to miss them. Weighing nearly a ton between the two of them, Gerd\nand Seth's black-and-white-furred forms wobbled with every labored breath. Even\nfrom a distance, their bellies looked taut, stretch-marks marring the perfectly\nmatched domes. A small gaggle of maids and servants followed them everywhere.\nWilhelm personally selected those eager souls to reward the bloated skunks. Control\nwas the key to dealing with males, even males that wanted to please him. A\nmomentary slip could leave more scars on Wilhelm's coat, or worse, if some loving,\ndevoted slut working Gerd's or Seth's dick put the wrong thoughts in their heads.\nThe silver fox also let a rumor spread that those serving the skunk twins could\noccasionally earn their way into the bedroom of the mistress and master of the\nestate, forever trapping the two males in a swarm of ass-kissers trying to climb\nup.\n\n\nOver time, the skunks became a sort of decoration for Wilhelm and Irra.\nThough the wife and husband have not left the estate in five years, they invited\nplenty of people to dine with them and share their bedchamber. The twins were\npositioned, each at one end of a feasting table, laying naked, belly-up on the\nexpensive silk tablecloth, acting as receptacles for everything delicious the\nguests did not want to eat. They never complained, no matter how stretched their\nguts grew, and Wilhelm found it amusing to watch the nobles around them betting on\nhow soon they would suffer some dire fate. In truth, there was no risk to the\ntwins. Wilhelm steered the worst sadists among the guests away from their open,\npanting mouths, and instead directed them to the twin, pulsing cocks. The skunks\nwould squirm from the occasional smack or a rough pawing, but remain unhurt. Few\ncreatures could bring themselves to so much as dig a claw-tip into such\nmagnificent, plump lengths, especially knowing that after dinner, Gerd and Seth\nwould be free to take a lover.\n\n\nHiding his own desires behind orgies and harmless torments of the fat skunks\nhad its charm. But, now that he was in a different mood, looking forward to meeting\nwith Lady Versi, Wilhelm decided it was time to put his favorites to work. He\nwalked into their bedroom, the two lying atop the bed snoring like a pair of hogs,\nutterly stuffed from last night, and brought a paw to rest on Gerd's stomach. The\nslightly older skunk had a little scar next to his nearly herniated navel.\n“Hrm?” he opened an eye, and pushed a paw against the soft chest of his\nbrother, waking him up as well.\n\n\n“Master? What do you wish of us?” Seth spoke up first, doing his best to\nspread his legs and show off his hard prick for the fox, no doubt hoping for some\nattention.\n\n\n“I am glad to see the two of you enjoying the rewards of your loyalty, but I\ncannot help thinking about our time with Aisha. The fennec was a sight to behold,\nwas she not?” Wilhelm said, licking his lips and grinning as if he were conspiring\nwith the pair.\n\n\n“She was a sweet one... uff... a perfect fuck... and such a belly... no finer\nbitch than a pregnant bitch...” Gerd nodded, and Seth sighed, scratching his flank.\n“Indeed.” the silver fox chuckled.\n\n\nHe let his paw run down Gerd's gut, and settle on the fat skunk's thigh, as\nif by accident.\n\n\n“How would you like to enjoy another like her? Or, even better, several like\nher, with no risk of falling prey to a plague?” Wilhelm asked.\n\n\n“Gods, we'd kill for that!” the answer from Seth was instantaneous, and\nwhatever objection Gerd had, a firm paw on his cock-head kept him quiet for the\nmoment.\n\n\n“Glad you said so... because the only way I know to get you the sort of big,\ntaut gal belly you want would get all three of us hung for murder... now, I know\nwhat you will say...”\n\n\nIt was easy. Between tutoring in the noble arts and sciences, and his grasp\nof the skunks' perversion, convincing them that this was a return to his old ways\ntook mere moments. Telling them that they were his most trusted, his favorite, his\nutterly irreplaceable servants, and only they could select the perfect victims for\nhim was a little more difficult. They knew his darker side well. Mercy and love\nwere lies on his tongue and nothing more. So, he invented reasons why Lady Irra\nwould be upset, why no other servant on the estate could know, and a dozen other,\nmore plausible falsehoods which he peppered in among the compliments and\nflirtation.\n\n\n“So, we pick 'em after we fuck 'em, and you make them all round and tight for\nus... and then... what?” Gerd growled from where he lay, the silver fox's paw idly\nplaying with his glans.\n\n\n“They will be all yours until I need them. And since I won't need them for a\nfew weeks yet, you'll have a veritable little harem in your home until then.\nFinally, this place will have bellies other than yours in it... no offense to your\nperfection, but it does get a little dull only even humping two guts for years...\nwell, three if you count my dear wife... but you know, I grow tired of her... and I\ncan see a pair of skunks at my side as I mourn her demise in a year or two.”\nWilhelm whispered, drawing close, letting them feel his weight on their bed, the\nheat of his arousal pressing against Seth's legs through his pants.\n\n\nThe naked skunks shuddered, giggling between themselves. As far as they knew,\nthe good times were here. And, in a way, they were. For his little scheme, Lord\nWilhelm needed the twins to gather several drugged-up, swollen males and females.\nThey would all be the forgettable trash always seeking to get close to the merchant\nqueen and her husband, or else whores hired by the silver fox, their disappearances\nunremarkable even in peaceful Vishnis. More importantly, they would need to be\nfattened for a while. Wilhelm did not yet know precisely what he would do, but he\nremembered the stew he made for Sibada all those years ago. If there was a better\nway to have Irra and Versi compete than by sharing a cannibalistic meal of all his\nwarm-up victims, the fox could not imagine it!\n\n\n“Now, remember, my soft, round boys... I need the finest. Big breasts, big\nrumps, big dicks... hourglass figures and youthful hides. They'll stretch the best\nbefore they pop. As you two should know. You've nearly burst a couple of times,\nno?” he winked to Gerd with a laugh.\n\n\n“We can't refuse... ooo, keep doin' that, oh gods... can we?” Seth's cock\ntwitched and spurted when Wilhelm grasped it, and a few brisk motions had the bigbellied skunk clenching his toes.\n“As if you would! I can tell the way you two look at your lovers sometimes.\nLike you want to see them full of sin worms, or at least full to bursting!”\nHe could tell they agreed with him. The idea pleased them immensely. If they\nhad any ideas of resisting his touch, or rejecting his offer, those were buried\nbeneath years of debauchery and one-night-stands orchestrated by their fox patron.\n“Of course, you can refuse. Know this, however: the two of you will die\ndrinking liquefied fat, utterly at my mercy, bigger than any male I ever had burst\nfor my pleasure.” he watched their bellies quake, not in fear, but in submissive\nrelease, his paws becoming wet with skunk seed.\n\n\nThey did not need to know that this promised consequence was, as far as\nWilhelm was concerned, a foregone conclusion. They were only slightly better than\nSibada's band of robbers, a pair of perverted, fat males living off the wealth of\nothers, and in the end, it was the silver fox's right to watch them burst open like\ncasks of wine, unleashing all those pounds of overburdened guts in a flood. Why,\npleasuring them instead of just forcing them to split open was mercy!\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nLady Irra grew impatient with him. His planning and plotting took him away\nfrom her often enough for the massively pregnant bear to take notice.\n“Had I known how little attention I would get in the time before the ball, I\nnever would have told you about that bird egg-sack!” she rumbled down at her\ndiminutive husband when he walked in.\n\n\nLust was her master, just as much as any creature Wilhelm considered his.\nAnd, predictably, her attachment to his cock and her need to see herself as his\nwere easy to kindle into jealousy. The trick, he found, was in balancing jealousy,\nlove, and a need to please him.\n\n\n“My love, I was merely preparing the way for our fun... we would not want\nLady Versi to last a mere night or two, would we? Buying the appropriate drugs,\nfinding the right servants, and securing all the finest foods in the land takes\ntime.” he informed her, drawing close to her where she sat upon a stone slab she\nused as a bench.\n\n\nNothing could withstand her weight now that was not reinforced with metal or\nrock. Her ass alone could crack apart the strongest wood into splinters, flatten\ncushions into sheets, and bend delicate metalwork like melted wax. Her ass alone\ncould also crack his pelvis in half. The danger, of course, was worth it. Wilhelm\napproached, resting a paw across her rump, barely encompassing half of a single\nbuttock with his arm.\n\n\n“But, I am sorry. I am your fox. And I cannot let myself grow distant from\nyou, not now.” he leaned in, looking up at her hopefully, for the moment as\ninnocently horny as a teenager.\n\n\nShe forgave him readily. Or, at least, the fulfillment he dangled before her\nwas enough to counter her irritation with him. He slowly went around her, admiring\nthe curve of her belly, its bulk hanging down nearly to the floor, shivering\nslightly with every breath. He gently leaned down, and planted a kiss on her right\nbreast, his tongue touching the edge of an areola. Irra let him know her approval\nwith a heavy paw slamming his face into her tit with enough force to stagger the\nvulpine. If he was not prepared, he would have come away from that with a\nnosebleed. Thankfully, at her current size, every movement more effortful than\nbreathing or eating was accompanying by a grunt, a growl, or a heavy, shuddering\nintake of air. He braced against her stomach, his belly and crotch gently pressing\ninto her, and opened his mouth as the breast-meat engulfed his head. Clamping onto\na nipple from there was easy. It was thick, dripping with sweet-smelling milk, and\nthe perfect target to make her groan like she was bursting already. A swirl of his\ntongue, a gentle sucking, and just the hint of sharp teeth; that was the trick to\nmaneuvering Lady Irra for a fuck.\n\n\nThe bear's thighs shook, her belly shoving up against his hard cock, as if\nbegging for him to plunge right in. For a time, that was possible. Irra's navel did\ngrow deep with her fattening, but the addition of several pregnancies demolished\nany possibility of doing more than humping against the lump of her belly button. As\npleasurable as that was, tonight that was not his target. He nursed from her for a\nwhile, drinking deep of her growing milk reserves, his mind whirling with thoughts\nof just how huge her tits would get, by the time the children were ready to birth.\nHe ran eager paws over her belly, caressing her bulk. Finally, his paws found her\nbreasts, and pushed on them just enough to increase the flow of milk, and let her\nknow he needed air.\n\n\n“You should... eep! Don't bite me, you wicked fox! You should cast the spell\nagain. I want you in me tonight...” Lady Irra whispered what he wanted to hear,\npulling her paw away from his head, and resting it on his shoulder.\n\n\nIf she wanted to, she could swallow him whole. By all rights, he was her toy\nfrom the beginning. And, in moments like this, it was bliss to let go and be her\ntoy. He rubbed his cheek against her arm, smiling in pleasure only slightly\nexaggerated for her benefit. His member pulsed harder against her gut as he placed\na paw atop it, right between her massive tits. This time, the spell would be\ndifferent. It would contain her offspring, of course, and strengthen the previous\nenchantment. But, it would no longer restrict growth and development. If she was to\ncompete against a female that spent far, far longer letting herself grow full of\nyoung, it was only fair. And, besides, thought Wilhelm, it would be good to feel a\nlittle movement from her immense womb once in a while. Just a sweet, sinful\nreminder of their time in Rakooma, the silver fox thought, his smile momentarily\ncruel, his eyes flashing cold fire.\n\n\n“The scheme has you pent-up, too?” his wife asked, trying to see his prick\nover more belly than even a creature her size should sport.\n\n\nHe nodded with a needy whine. She was a masterpiece. Sibada was his first,\nand Irra easily outdid her in every way, her stomach ballooned to a veined moon,\nyet coated in just enough fur to suggest she could grow larger still. Aisha, though\nhe certainly loved the way the fennec's gut grew red and shiny, could not compete\nwith the tautness of a true pregnancy, or its healthy, abundant glow. Everything\nabout Lady Irra was just right.\n\n\nWhich meant, of course, that what he planned had to be carried out. Varkude\nor Wilhelm, looking at and feeling such perfection beneath his paw-pads was\ntemptation beyond his ability to deny any longer.\n\n\n“The spell... it's ready, my love. Please, won't you let me take you from\nbehind?”\n\n\nLet whoever wanted to do so watch! Nakedness on the estate was no crime, and\nin the right circles, even the sort of wild rutting Wilhelm and Irra engaged in was\nmundane. The bear, overburdened with young to a delicious degree, slowly stood up,\nstretching with a growl, thrusting out her belly for the fox to lavish with more\nkisses, before unceremoniously flopping herself down onto the ground. On her knees,\nher belly extended more than seven feet from her, and the silver fox had to hop out\nof the way of that orb wobbling forward, its sloshing contents heaving and lurching\nfrom the impact.\n\n\n“My sweet! You mustn't do that!” he admonished, playfully slapping the\nursine's swollen middle, before completing his circle around her to end up back at\nher buttocks.\n\n\nThat tiny tail, even smaller than compared against the sheer size of her\njiggling ass, twitched in a weak attempt at a wag. He approached slowly, letting\nhis hardness rest in the immense cleavage of her cheeks, rubbing against them.\nDrinking in the fertility goddess before him could take all night, if he let it.\nEvery bit of adipose, every stretchmark, every stray vein... they told him stories\nof feasts and nights just like this.\n\n\n“You love it when I risk splitting open, silly fox. If I didn't do that,\nwould you be as hard now?” Lady Irra rumbled an answer, shoving her rump up against\nhim, pressing her belly into the dirt even more.\n\n\n“You should... eat more... now...” he panted, his dick begging to sink into\nher pussy and be done with it.\n\n\n“And spoil my appetite for dinner?” she asked, a claw-tip resting on her\nbottom lip, her smile entirely too wide for even the pretense of confusion.\n“Spoil... nothing!” Wilhelm found himself snarling, pulling apart her massive\nbuttocks, his hips thrusting, seeking to sink deep into her. “You'll eat and eat\nand eat until you're fit to burst, my love, and when you are... oh gods... when you\nare...”\n\n\nEven after all their time together, the folds of her pussy lips were hot\nbliss. He gave up speech, his growls matching his thrusts. The wetness spilling\nfrom her, splashing between his legs, made him think of that overfilled whore he\nwatched burst while fucking on a balcony. It was almost enough to push him over the\nedge then and there. The fox held on. Pleasure like this had to be stretched out,\nevery moment savored. Especially when he knew it would not last.\n\n\nIrra, her chest heaving about and slapping her gut, shrieked and moaned her\npleasure to the sky. Eventually, her fat frame got the best of her, and she did\ncall out for food to be brought. It was a small snack, a mere prelude to her later\ngorging: a few pounds of fruit, seeds and pits removed, drizzled in honey, some\nexpensive gingerbread covered in chocolate, cheese, and a decanter of sherry. The\nservants that brought it, out of breath and quite obviously repulsed by the girth\nof their mistress, kept their distance until she impatiently roared for them to put\nthe plates down on the ground by her side. Wilhelm could not help but sneer. The\nlittle twigs would never know how wonderful the bear felt. In fact, if they\n\n\ndisapproved so much, a nasty thought slithered into his mind, perhaps they would\nnot be missed...\n\n\nIrra snorted, grabbing pawfuls of food, juices running down her chin, over\nher throat, and into her her cleavage, before joining the sweat over her belly.\nWilhelm felt her every swallow as he humped, like a muffled sign of another male\ntaking her from the front. His thrusts sped up, the silver fox whimpering, eyes\nrolling up in his head from the sensation of plunging into such a filled womb, from\nher feasting and debauchery. Release came too soon. His seed spurted into her\ndepths with pathetic squelches, nothing compared to the mighty splashes of wine\nthat escaped her maw to splatter her tits.\n\n\n“BRING US SOME APHRODISIACS! NOW!” Lady Irra roared, throwing the crystal\ndecanter over her head to shatter on a cobbled path.\n\n\n“Thank you, my love... I must go again... you have to grow larger...” her\nhusband panted, still thrusting, trying to keep the mating going.\nThis time, at least, the servants that appeared seemed less squeamish. A\nhedgehog maid with downright bovine breast-meat wobbling in her dress and a skinny,\nnearly naked otter gal approached their lord and lady in turn, offering familiar\ncandies and drinks. Every year, Lady Irra paid a small fortune to have her favorite\nmixtures brought from the desert. Rakooma may have joined other ruined cities, but\nits neighbors picked up the mercantile slack, and the familiar heat of aphrodisiac\nsweets on his tongue had Wilhelm's dick hard and spurting, begging for more. The\nslight deadening of feeling was a small price to pay for satisfying his bear and\npushing her closer to another pregnancy.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nGerd could hardly believe his luck. His twin, Seth, spotted the marmot among\ntheir usual lot of whores, her breasts and fat, slightly sagging belly a rich,\ngolden yellow that drew the eye. She was perfect for what their master wanted. It\nwas a simple matter to trick her into utter dependence on her skunk patrons. A few\ndrugs from their own stash, a promise of favors and pleasures from Lord Wilhelm,\nand she was like glue. As the days wore on, the brothers made it their mission to\nfuck and stuff the rodent into a nearly-spherical shape, even forgoing their own\nmeals to make sure she had enough to keep her belly taut.\n\n\nElsa took to this change in her life with giddy excitement. Gerd and Seth\nmade sure to never speak about their plans for her within earshot, but she was not\nstupid. She knew they grew hard and eager for her whenever she stuffed her face, or\nswayed, dizzy from wine and opium. Her appetites deepened without a single spoken\ncommand. In a mere week, she grew nearly as big as them, then, slowly, painfully,\nbigger.\n\n\nNeither skunk would say it, but the marmot lacked elasticity. Her yellowfurred belly hide showed many stretchmarks and ugly clumps of veins, new bruises\nforming every day, her overeating and constant exertions of lust taking their toll\nmuch, much too quickly. Aisha the fennec, their goddess, was triple that size when\nthey met her! Elsa did not complain, but the grunts and whimpers as she did her\nbest to satisfy the brothers with her ass or suck them off while practically\nstraddling her massive gut told them the time was fast approaching for a final\nmoment of pleasure.\n\n\nThey called Wilhelm over. The silver fox arrived with the servant in tow,\nsmiling benevolently to his handsome skunks before taking a seat at the foot of\ntheir bed.\n\n\n“I saw your efforts when I came in. You have the poor dear trying to fit on a\ntiny couch. Not a very comfortable place for such a majestic belly, I'm afraid. No\nwonder she is close to breaking. She's cracked the frame beyond repair, and I think\nshe has taken to chewing on the armrest when her guts trouble her.” Wilhelm\nchuckled.\n\n\n“Is she what you wanted? We can find more, after...” Seth offered.\n\n\n“I don't know if we are cut out for it, though! We can't control her in any\nway. Just the other day, she ate an entire pumpkin all by herself. I swore I heard\nher skin ripping, but she just kept chewing, cracking seeds between her teeth, as\nif nothing was wrong.” Gerd huffed.\n\n\nGerd thought of himself as the cautious twin. Seth wanted more. More food,\nmore drugs, more sex, more, more, more. He would have died of overindulgence long\nago, if Gerd had not kept pace, saving his brother's life by taking on some of that\nburden. Elsa was beyond such steering, and Gerd was simply too fat to waddle around\nand make her do what he wanted.\n\n\n“Do not concern yourselves, friends. You have done a splendid job here. All I\nask is for you to keep working on the craft.” the vulpine's benevolent smile looked\nlike a demonic mask for a moment, his eyes closed in bliss.\n\n\nGerd was sure their master imagined the marmot's sides splitting, her hide\ntearing and her innards spilling to break on the floor.\n\n\n“You've held her back long enough for me. I will enjoy her today. You will\nwatch. Your reward for good service. Next time, I expect a harem.” Wilhelm said,\nstanding up and leaving before Gerd could think of a response, his brother lying on\nthe bed, lost in his own fantasies.\n\n\nGerd chuckled. It was time to take a big, long draw on the hookah. When the\nwhores came, Seth and him would have to pick out enough beauties to satisfy the\nfox, and the more addled their brains for the task, the better. After all, that was\nhow they planned to enjoy every gory end they helped bring about.\n\n\n“Come on, Seth, gulp down some smoke. We've got a show to watch!” he nudged\nhis twin, grinning at the way his soft bulk wobbled about.\n\n\nGerd did not know what Wilhelm did to his victims. He suspected that charm,\nconcentrated aphrodisiacs, and copious amounts of food were the secret of his\nsuccess, but from what he saw of Elsa's development, it was more than that. Growing\nlarger, even sickened by her meal, the marmot became more demanding, stubborn, and\nat times even a bully when she thought she could get away with it.\n\n\nWhen the fox returned in less than an hour, Elsa holding his paw and panting\nlike a tea kettle, her churning gut bigger than ever, the difference was stunning.\nShe let him lead the way, her slackly open mouth barely forming a smile, a speck of\nsaliva on her fat lips threatening to dribble down her chin. Her heavy breasts,\ngolden as ever, were covered in kisses and love-bites, the fur disturbed just\nenough to suggest Wilhelm enjoyed her chest as much as Gerd and Seth suspected he\nwould. She never let them do much more than touch her tits!\n\n\n“My dear, these brutes mistreated you terribly. But, do not worry. Your\ntorment is at an end. I am here to give you the greatest pleasure of your life.\nMerely do your best to stay on your paws and knees, right there, to give these\npathetic males a good show. Wouldn't want them making the same mistakes with\nanother lady of your quality.” Wilhelm whispered, loudly enough for both skunks to\nhear.\n\n\nElsa giggled, a breathless, wheezing sound. Her belly must have squeezed the\nair right out of her on every breath, the sheer fullness of her gut pressing\nupwards. It was a miracle she was not green in the face and moaning for medicine. A\ncreature of her size, in her predicament, could well beg for a funeral by now,\nthought Gerd. Her belly barely moved, the sack full of food making sad, gurgling\nnoises before her as she walked. Every step shook her calves, thighs, and ass, not\nto mention the floor, and the stretchmarks tearing their way from her unnervingly\nflattened navel expanded, shining pink and red. Gerd found himself wondering what\nit was she swallowed for the fox, to grow so large, and how she could do so within\nthe time Wilhelm was alone with her. But, he was not about to spoil whatever magic\nkept the rodent docile and happy.\n\n\nShe wobbled down onto the floor before the bed, shoving a chair out of the\nway with a slap of her paw. Her stomach flared out before her, the tortured hide\ncreaking, the marmot's tits slapping over it. She quieted their movements with an\narm, and tried to settle down as Lord Wilhelm told her to. It was as futile to have\nher on her paws and knees as to have her touch her toes, but still, she gave it her\nall, grunting, forcing her stomach to bulge out to the sides grotesquely, painful\nmarks over her hide spreading up, nearly to her back. At last, she was ass-up, legs\nspread as wide as they could be for the fox, her arms shoved under nearly a ton of\ntit-meat, her belly a red-purple sphere jutting out behind her. Even on tip-toes,\nit was a precarious position, the marmot nearly rolling over onto her side every\ntime she took a breath.\n\n\n“Well done, my dear. You truly are a vision of excess, an aching beauty that\nhas me on the verge of eruption...” Wilhelm chuckled, approaching her rear,\nunbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.\n\n\nGerd could not help but give a snort of amusement, which he quickly hid\nbehind a mouthful of sweet bun when the fox's eyes darted to him in irritation.\n“I...ugh... I don't feel so good, my lord... I might not... be able to\nhold... this pose... for you...oh...” she gasped, belches escaping her, along with\nmuffled, meaty squelches of her pussy.\n\n\nShe could not hold herself together, let alone the pose! Gerd and Seth\nwatched, mesmerized, as a swift demise approached the whore. Wilhelm seemed to\nsaunter up, his hard prick not much more than half the thickness of theirs. And\nyet, when he sank into her, buttocks clenching, her strangled cry was far louder\nthan any noise the skunks ever elicited. The vulpine noble made love to the marmot\nwith slow, deliberate thrusts, his claws sunk into her ass, keeping her where he\nwanted her, never wavering or holding back. His eyes were on the space between her\nshoulder blades, where her straining hide seemed to be suffering least. He seemed\nto be keeping himself from looking down her back, to her wide, wobbling sides,\nwhich were beginning to weep blood, even as sweat oozed down and wiped it away.\n“My lord... oh gods... my lord... I can't... I-I-” her voice grew highpitched, desperate, more of a whine, her head thrusting up from where it lay atop\nher meaty pillows.\n\n\nThere was a splash. Gerd's eyes widened, his own erection bobbing, hard as a\nrock, spurting. The marmot's long-suffering underbelly acquired a split, from her\nnonexistent belly button, and up, like slice toward her crotch. The fox kept\ndrilling her pussy, pushing in, which only widened the gash. The rodent gurgled an\nincoherent plea past blood-and-food mash frothing up between her lips. Another\ncreature would have stopped, transfixed by Elsa's destruction. Wilhelm's predatory\ngrin merely widened, his thrusts growing harder. He came into her, and her belly\nsplit, releasing a wave of ruptured, twitching organs. Sweat, blood, stomach acid,\nand other, impossible to identify fluids spilled from her shuddering, undone ruin\nof gut. In a long, orgasm-inducing moment, the marmot did her best to shove her fat\nrump up against the silver fox, her last act in life to rut. Her breath left her as\na bubbling sigh, and the overfed, overfilled marmot went limp, her belly emptying\ntotally out onto the floor as her full weight crashed upon its sundered swell.\nWilhelm withdrew, quickly buttoning up his pants, wiping away the worst of\nthe blood, before turning to his minions. Gerd wondered if this was it. The fox\ncould have them both burst for his pleasure, right now, and all the skunk could do\nwas scream for more, too high and too horny to defend himself. Wilhelm sighed,\ngesturing to the still-shivering pile of dead marmot on the floor, her pussy\nspilling juices to join her broken guts.\n\n\n“She was excellent. You are not very careful, but you do good work. I hope\nyou enjoyed the show.” he said, nodding appreciatively. “Remember: get me a harem\nto enjoy, if you want to see more.”\n\n\n“And if we don't, you'll kill us?” Seth asked, smoke puffing from his lips.\n“Shut up, lardball!” Gerd slapped his twin's chest with a paw, before looking\nback at their master. “Please, my brother, we're-”\n\n\n“It is a good question, Seth. I could threaten to punish you for failing me.\nBut, instead, I promise to only ever bring you pleasure. You will receive more\npleasure if you succeed, of course, but I would never forget your past service,\nmerely because you were unable to satisfy me once.”\n\n\nIt was extraordinary how swiftly the murderous gleam disappeared from the\nsilver fox's face. Like changing a mask, thought Gerd.\n\n\n“Now, I see the two of you are practically cumming, just lying there,\nsoooo... who wants me to finish them off, first?” Wilhelm laughed, throwing a\nblanket over the marmot's corpse.\n\n\nGerd wondered, his mind swimming with bliss, if he would feel as giggly about\nthe vulpine's words without the drugs. Not that it mattered, of course. Wilhelm\nneeded them. And he was even willing to suck them off. The skunk twins would be\nsafe for a good few years, even in this monster's den.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nThe ball was, just as Wilhelm suspected, not much of an event. Northern\nnobility loved their dancing and fashion, but the sort of creatures Lady Irra\ninvited were not about to do anything more interesting than a slow shuffle. Like\nher, these were wealthy people from wealthy families. They did as little as they\ncould get away with, and they could get away with doing nothing at all. It made the\nmost active of them pleasantly plump, cushioning their muscles and bones with just\nenough fat to entice the fox's eyes to linger. The least active, meanwhile, made\nWilhelm hungry in a different way. Even having fucked that marmot into the floor\nuntil she split her seams, the fox fantasized about big, floor-slapping guts\ngrowing taut, tightening, and finally rupturing for him. It was, Wilhelm guessed,\nmuch like any other hunger: it could be whetted with a fine appetizer, but would\nrequire much, much more to be satisfied.\n\n\n“How shallow. This is what I left behind when I came to Rakooma. How could I\nthink I would return to this, after I lived through so much? You can see now why I\nhesitated for five years...” Lady Irra growled next to Wilhelm, her paw on his\nshoulder.\n\n\n“You seemed to enjoy the company of some of these fine nobles at more...\nprivate events on our estate.” the fox replied, smiling at the crowd around them,\nmentally marking a tally of which ones he would want most.\n\n\n“That is the problem. How many of these, these sinners do you see dancing?\nTwo? Four? This isn't a ball. It's a bit of fancy music to hide their depravity, to\nmake it seem like they're better than rutting beasts, while they steal glances at\neach other and decide who will and won't be invited to an orgy later.” the brownfurred bear scratched at her dress, the elegant pearl embroidery stretched quite\nbadly over her breasts.\n\n\nAt least, her belly had no discomfort. The dressmakers ultimately settled on\nleaving it bare, its vast swell bordered by glittering ruby-and-pearl flowers.\nWilhelm could not help but approve of the design. It was in every way superior to\nthe elaborate lengths many other ladies at the ball went to hide the size of their\nmiddles.\n\n\n“You would have us rip our clothes off now, to save time.” Wilhelm chuckled,\nkissing her paw. “It would be a fine display to liven up the musicians' lives. They\nseem so bored. It is no wonder this never took off in the South.”\n\n\n“Our first ball together, and it goes like this...” sighed Irra.\n\n\n“Well, you know I did not come here to dance.” Wilhelm said with an\nencouraging wink. “Meeting Lady Versi will rescue this night and catapult it into\nmy cherished memories, a dream of eternal bliss. I assure you, my love”\nIt was easy to come up with flowery words in this place. He heard snippets of\ninsipid love poems, philosopher's quotations, and impenetrable attempts to discuss\nthe world's mysteries here and there. Pretension and pretense dominated the ball\nmore than any dance could.\n\n\n“Oh, stop that.” Lady Irra, perhaps because of her previous experiences among\nthe nobles, seemed entirely immune to the charms of their theatrical presentations,\nbut at least she smiled.\n\n\nThey met a few of Irra's friends, Wilhelm staying quiet, playing the toy\nhusband, a foppish pervert that got lucky. It was no different from playing a\nbeggar. Looking small, pathetic, and unworthy even of standing before them, the fox\ncould examine them to his heart's content. He passed the time privately designing\nways to destroy them. The pie merchant beaver could use a few tons of his pies\nshoved down his gullet for bragging about mixing bark into the flour, as if\neveryone buying the stuff were one of his sort! The lazy fox that smelled of\ntobacco and weed needed desperately to be filled with delicious herbs until he\ndeveloped cracks just like his ornate pipe. Those skunk twins, their plump rumps\nexaggerated beyond all reason by their dresses, simply had to meet Wilhelm's\nminions, if it would not bankrupt him to feed all four...\n\n\nAt last, he saw Lady Versi approach. The reason for her lateness, it would\nseem, had something to do with a combination of her gait and her dress. The\nmaterial, no doubt bought at great expense, tore over her stomach. It must have\ntaken some effort for her servants to rescue the gown, hastily tucking away torn\nthreads and sewing what they could to reinforce it from further damage. Here and\nthere, tiny needle marks appeared between downy, speckled feathers, her pink skin\nmarred by every mistake they made. It was a crime against such perfection. Eggs\nprotruded from her, jostling for space within her tight womb, bulging from her hide\nas lump, obvious even from where Wilhelm stood. It was clear, also, that her burden\nwas far from easy. She walked bow-legged, nearly squeezing her gut with her knees,\nboth feathered arms on her belly in a protective hug. Her servants, trying to seem\ninconspicuous, lingered about her, holding a sash beneath the heavy egg-sack the\npheasant made of herself. How she could approach the size of his bear, Wilhelm\ncould not imagine, especially with such a skinny frame: her tits, while certainly\nas big as melons, should have been much, much larger, and her limbs were\npractically stick-like! There was no doubt that she lacked a rump worth looking at.\n\n\n“She is certainly... surprisingly skinny.” Wilhelm whispered.\n\n\n“For being as full of eggs as she is, anyway.” Lady Irra chuckled. “I had no\nidea she went this far. The bird is more egg than meat! We simply must fatten her\nup.”\n\n\n“I couldn't agree more.” the silver fox nodded.\n\n\nOnce the bear got her attention, the pheasant hen approached a little faster.\nWilhelm's ears picked up a strange sound as she walked. Like a heavy, barely-there\nclunk of two very, very solid objects. No, more than two: it was as if someone were\ncarrying a bag of expensive ivory billiard balls. Lady Versi was so heavy with\neggs, he could hear the internal movements of those eggs grinding and smacking\nagainst each other with every step! It was a miracle she laid none of them simply\nby spreading her legs. The weight of a single one must have been more than most\ncreatures could hold on to.\n\n\n“I haven't... oof... seen you in a while, Irra” she said, huskily, eyeing\nLady Irra's belly with interest.\n\n\nThere was no hint of idle curiosity in her black eyes. The mottled brown-andyellow hen lusted after that belly. The fox could practically smell her arousal and\nhear it in her voice.\n\n\n“Lady Versi, I cannot believe how you've... grown.” the ursine blushed,\nraising a fan she nearly squeezed to death up to flap at her ample bosom.\n“It would seem we are both quite proud of our development.” the pheasant\ngiggled, discreetly wiping her brow, then looking across at the fox. “How wonderful\nto meet you, Lord Wilhelm. Irra has excellent taste in males, and it would seem\nthat under your paw, she has truly blossomed. You simply must tell me your secrets!\nI do so love to indulge, but you see, the eggs, they take a toll, and I was never a\nvery plump bird...”\n\n\nThe silver fox nearly drooled on his gilded coat as Lady Versi described her\nplight. She was, she said, a mistress of the local culinary school. Her expertise\nin the preparation of all manner of dishes earned her much praise, and hundreds of\nadmirers. She longed for more. The pheasant rose to control the school, and\nindulged her every desire. Rather than safely dispose of her eggs, she made sure to\nfertilize and keep each one within her womb. These increased her pleasure, she\nconfided to her old friend and her husband, the stretching of her skin and the\njostling of shell against shell multiplying her pleasure. She became certain that\nif she could but gain weight, as well, her bliss would be endless.\n\n\n“I know, it is mad. But, I couldn't help it. First, I held in one egg,\nunfertilized, while I rode a male... then two, grown a little... and now, dozens!\nAnd it felt better and better every time!” she giggled, eyes wide, spreading her\narms to show off her immense pregnancy.\n\n\n“I could see a way to... improve your weight gain. Some old desert tricks\nthat I'm sure you haven't heard of.” Wilhelm said.\n\n\nLady Irra, meanwhile, looked worried. The silver fox at her side gave no sign\nthat he noticed. He was too busy caressing the pheasant's eggs through her skin,\nadmiring the way her lumpy womb shivered with her breathing, the way veins across\nit pulsed. This was working out even better than he could have imagined. He\nrecalled the cuts of marmot meat sitting in a cellar, awaiting his skilled paws.\nHow much more skill could he acquire? Perhaps, he needed to slow down, and enjoy\nthis even longer than a few weeks.\n\n\n“Irra, my love, I find myself very, very curious about the culinary arts...\nwould you mind too terribly if I attended Lady Versi's school? I promise you, I\nwon't neglect my duties as a husband, and you can be certain all our plans will\nprogress just as we discussed, but I simply must see what Northern cuisine is made\nof for myself.”\n\n\nIrra nodded, her lips tight.\n\n\n“We will still invite Lady Versi to our estate after the ball, though, yes?”\nshe asked, the beginnings of a growl forming in her throat.\n\n\n“Of course, my love! All of our plans, as I said.” Wilhelm smiled, eyes\nlighting up, as if he just remembered what they agreed upon.\n\n\n“Goodness, you two move fast! I hadn't even agreed to anything, and already\nyou speak of plans!” the hen clucked a laugh.\n\n\n“The truth is, Lady Versi-” began Irra, before the fox touched her paw on his\nshoulder.\n\n\n“My love, allow me. I must tell Lady Versi of my desires, just as she told us\nof hers.” he kissed her paw once more, teeth pressing against her wrist. “I love\nyou.”\n\n\nShe nodded, more relaxed. Whatever she was about to say, it died with a fresh\nflash of lust rushing through her. Wilhelm, in his own quiet way, assured her that\nhe planned to help the bird to an explosive end. Ruining that would be unthinkable\nto the big-bellied merchant queen, not when she looked forward to it herself, her\narousal and jealousy now sparking together.\n\n\n“The truth is, Lady Versi, ever since I heard about your absolutely delicious\nstate of being, the excellence of your womb... I could not restrain myself. I\nlonged to have you and my darling wife in my bed, together.”\n\n\nIt was not a lie. He did want them both. The rest, of course, was a\nfabrication. Inventing harmless obsessions and kinks to fill the bird's head with\nproved easy. She nodded, clucking like a dumb avian whore, utterly enthralled by\nhis tales of desert intrigue, pregnant beauties, and fattening love potions. After\na while, even Lady Irra joined in, happy to share her husband's enthusiasm, even if\nshe knew full well that every third word was careful innuendo for much, much worse\nfates than mere orgasm. Especially if she knew. The bear relished her role in\nhelping to draw in Lady Versi. More than once, her own paw hovered over the bird's\nmassive egg-sack of a belly, her gestures equally arousing and horrific.\n\n\nThe evening flew by quickly. By the time the musicians began to gather their\ninstruments, the pheasant was theirs. Versi's tireless servants kept the sash\nholding up her gut taut even when Wilhelm casually leaned on her belly, kissing the\ntop, and the trio set off for Irra's estate. It was deep, deep in the night when\nthey arrived.\n\n\nWilhelm could not wait to get started.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nSeth and Gerd greeted them inside the dining hall. Wilhelm could not be\nhappier with their work. In the short time he gave the skunk twins, they gathered\nsome of the most unique, beautiful creatures in the land, decorated them with the\nfinest in desert-style jewels, and stuffed them until they could barely move. No\nexpense was spared. Even Irra, looking around her home's best gathering place,\nseemed shocked by its transformation.\n\n\n“This is what you planned for Lady Versi's visit?” she whispered to him,\ngesturing at the gilded paper lanterns, the silk hangings, and piles of roses,\nlilies, and orchids ripped from some garden to be strewn about the food-laden\ntable.\n\n\n“Some of it. The rest, my love, is the work of those two.” he waved to the\nskunks.\n\n\nTheir job seemed to cost them some pounds, but from the way each of them\nrested their immense backsides on the tablecloth, their fur painted up to look like\nthe colorful flowers of this welcoming feast, there was no danger they would ever\nbe skinny. The stew pot, containing chunks of marmot Wilhelm personally prepared,\nsat in the center of the feast, bubbling fresh from the fire. None of the servants\nknew what it was, of course, so the utensils scattered in a half-moon crescent\naround it were outlandishly simple. Nor did anyone know how many would be coming,\nthe silver fox was pleased to note: this was enough food to feed a good dozen\nguests, the usual number arriving for an orgy. The victims gathered by Seth and\nGerd could have whatever Irra and Versi failed to eat, and still risk a messy\ndemise.\n\n\nWilhelm had to compliment the skunks on that. An albino ferret, a golden\nvole, a stunning harlequin-patterned rabbit, and a gray fox lounged around the\ndining hall, fanning churning bellies that begged to be tormented and kissed in\nequal measure.\n\n\n“Did you know they've been... gathering all those whores? Forcing them\nlarger?” Lady Irra looked from one swollen gut to another, no doubt panicking\ninside.\n\n\n“They will deny it, tell you they filled up all these males and females just\nto greet Lady Versi, like I asked... but I think they're trying to tempt me away\nfrom you. They think they'll have more fun if you're not around.” the silver fox\nsighed.\n\n\n“I will have them out on their fat asses in a moment, my fox!” the ursine's\neyes narrowed, and her paws clenched into plump fists.\n\n\n“Don't you think I prepared a suitable punishment for them already?” Wilhelm\ngrinned up at his wife, eyes glinting dangerously in the rich, golden light of the\ndining hall. “They'll get theirs soon enough. For now, enjoy what they've wrought,\nand give no sign it is anything more than an inspiring view.”\n\n\n“Inspiring, mmm? I knew you wanted to see my belly red and bruised. I'll\nsteer Versi and myself over to the pot there, and we'll see what we can do to make\nthat happen...”\n\n\nWhile the pregnant bear chatted with Versi, pawing at the bird's eggs through\nher paper-thin skin and showering her in not-so subtle innuendo, the vulpine noble\nwalked to where the elder, Gerd, lay, belly up, paws clasped at his breasts. He\nseemed quite at peace, his hard prick the only thing bobbing up, tenting a\ndecorative loincloth.\n\n\n“You've done well. I've never seen a ferret so rotund in my life, and the way\nyou've draped chains over the vixen over there is genius. It even helps cover up\nthe marks of your claws on her stomach.” he said softly, snatching up a lily from\nunder the bulk of skunk.\n\n\n“All yours, master...” Gerd assured him. “Is there anything more you would\nwant from us?”\n\n\n“Oh, so much more. But, for now, ride the bliss of your weed and wine. We'll\nhave plenty of fun later.”\n\n\nHe nodded to the fat skunk, and sauntered off to join his wife and their new\nfriend. Versi kept dipping a fork into the pot, withdrawing a piece of meat, and\ngobbling it down with a confused look on her face. Wilhelm wondered if she could\ntaste something about the marmot, Elsa, in the food. Maybe, she was about to scream\nabout cannibalism.\n\n\n“Enjoying my homeland's specialty? It is entirely vegetarian... well, made of\na vegetarian.” the silver fox chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.\nThe look that passed over the pheasant reminded him of all of his victims\nwhen they realized there was no use struggling, and they had nothing but one last\npleasurable moment to look forward to, if that. But, no screams rose up from the\navian. Instead, she calmly picked up another piece of marmot, and made a show of\nslowly tasting it.\n\n\n“It does taste a little like some people I know.” she giggled. “Absolutely\ndivine preparation. But, if I may, I can improve upon even your skills.”\nIrra and him listened intently as the pheasant explained her ideas. It was\nobvious she knew what she was eating, just from the way she stumbled over certain\nwords. She knew, and she was having a laugh about it! Wilhelm could hardly believe\nit. He looked back at Irra. The bear did not realize. Even if she did, the subtle\nhumor of the pheasant never seemed to penetrate. As far as the gluttonous, kitladen ursine was concerned, this was merely a long, deliciously complex lecture on\nfood.\n\n\n“I expect we shall have much, much more than this single pot to share between\nthe three of us. We have so much in common.” the silver fox said, taking a bite of\nhis marmot stew.\n\n\n“Lovers of excess always have much in common.” Versi observed, looking over\nIrra. “The bellies you two surround yourself with are... surprisingly beautiful. I\nshould strive for a similar kind of beauty in my home and school. Have you ever\nconsidered... gaining a little weight yourself, Lord Wilhelm?”\n\n\n“Perhaps if you cook for me.” he responded instantly, stealing a glance at\nhis bear.\n\n\nLady Irra could not decide between delight and outrage. On one paw, she had\ntwo people fawning over her, complimenting her home and stuffing their faces, the\nvery scenario she hoped for. On the other, she looked absolutely horrified by the\nidea that her love could find someone else so easily, or worse, be tempted away\nfrom her by a couple of conspiring skunks.\n\n\n“It would be....grr... very lovely. My husband, learning from such a\ntalented, egg-filled bird... it would be an honor. And, of course, any improvement\nto our home's cuisine would be appreciated! By all means, stay with us!” Lady Irra\nhid much of her worst feelings behind panting, some of which Wilhelm was happy to\nsee, was real.\n\n\nThe alteration of the spells he cast upon her womb bore fruit. He could see\nthe occasional kick on her belly, clear as day, and the way that gut stretched\nsuggested weeks of growth in mere days. The bear's golden brown fur was beginning\nto thin, and the effort with which she moved was approaching the difficulties she\nhad when she was living her spoiled life in Rakooma. It would not be long before a\ncane and some helpful servants would be useless to her. Then, carrying out his\nplans would be even easier!\n\n\n“I love you.” Wilhelm said, gently running a paw over where her belly bulged\nout, and reaching out for a kiss.\n\n\nLady Versi watched the bear and fox kissing deeply, her fork traveling\nbetween the pot and her beak with alarming frequency. Appetite did not seem to be\nher problem. What she needed was a push to stop feeding only her eggs, and truly\nstuff herself beyond capacity. A few missing feathers would be worth it to her,\nWilhelm was sure. And, if she happened to reach her limit while living with him, it\nwould only play towards the end he envisioned for her.\n\n\nIt was decided. Wilhelm would attend Versi's school. She would visit often to\nhelp prepare, and enjoy, the feasts on Irra's estate. And, of course, they would\nenjoy each other's company as much as possible.\n\n\n“Shall we... shake some bellies on it?” Wilhelm raised an eyebrow at the\npheasant's words, but smiled.\n\n\n“Let's!” Lady Irra, not to be outdone, shoved the skunk-topped table with her\nbulk as she pushed off, leading the way to their bedchamber.\n\n\n“You may pop any of the girls or boys here you want... I will be busy for a\nwhile, and I'm sure you've been looking forward to it since you started.” Wilhelm\nwhispered quickly into Seth's ear as they passed the big male skunk.\n\n\n“Thank you, oh gods, thank you...”\n\n\nThat was what Wilhelm loved to hear. He smacked the younger twin's thigh, and\nconcentrated his attention on the retreating rump of the pheasant. She did have\nmuch smaller butt cheeks compared to Irra, but she made up for it with a much\nlarger mound, made all the more obvious by the piles of eggs her pussy kept at bay.\nHer ever-present servants did need to be sent away, however. Perhaps, he could rig\nup some sort of travel-hammock for her to heave her way around the estate? A\nwheelbarrow would do just as well, the silver fox thought with a smirk as she\nsolidly smacked into a hallway on the next turn, her eggs clacking against each\nother like lewd toys within her womb.\n\n\nIt was a blessing that Irra's bedroom was perfect for orgies. The massive bed\ndid more than hold the bear's weight. It took up much of the room, serving as a\nslightly raised floor. All Lady Versi had to do was slide her belly over the sleek\nmattress, take one step up with a helpful pull of Irra's paw, and her servants\ncould be sent away.\n\n\n“We'll have no trouble rolling you upright.” Wilhelm said. “Won't we, my\nlove?”\n\n\nThe bear nodded as she began the delicate work of removing her dress, and\nthen the dress of her rival and lover while Wilhelm watched and undressed himself.\nAt another time, he would have used a knife to rip off the cloth preventing him\nfrom seeing the fullness and decadence of his lovers. Now, it was like opening up a\nflower: a beautiful, sensuous experience, no different in its inevitable end to\nbursting. Maybe, years of abstaining from his destructive urges gave him some\nappreciation for the ordinary. More likely, he decided, he simply let his mind\nwander a little as he idly pawed himself.\n\n\n“Now, I don't ordinarily risk death like this...” he said, Irra rolling her\neyes as he spoke. “But, which of you fine ladies wants my tongue, and which wants\nmy dick?”\n\n\nHe would have guessed Lady Versi would fight the bear for the right to his\nmaleness. Instead, the pheasant readily agreed to have him eat her out.\n“A fox eating a pheasant seems... appropriate, and given what I know of your\nculinary skills, Lord Wilhelm, I expect the experience to be savagely delightful.”\nthe avian clucked.\n\n\nHow much luck it took not to drown in the bird's cunt, the silver fox could\nnot imagine. It was plumper than the rest of her, as if to make up for the\ndeficiency of fat on her ribs and over her hide and thighs. He could have sworn the\neggs were trying to suffocate him already, when her fluids began to pour down over\nhis chin. He tasted her on his tongue, felt her clitoris on his lips, and struggled\nto draw in a breath when she shuddered, shoving her ass upwards, tail-feathers\ntwitching to smack her back.\n\n\nIt was a mercy that Lady Irra chose this evening to indulge him. She rode him\nas gently as a ton of bear could, milking his cock with her pussy in a much less\nviolent love-making, her paw occasionally helping lift a little of the bird's butt\noff his snout.\n\n\n“That's it, foxy... breathe... now dive back in...” she whispered.\nLady Versi, meanwhile, was beyond words. Her usual lovers must have lacked\nmuch in the way of talent. Or, perhaps, they neglected to rub their paws over her\neggs and between her thighs as they suckled and nibbled and shoved their faces into\nher fat pussy lips. Whatever the case, she shrieked and flailed her arms at her\ntits, head thrown back in surrender to the fox.\n\n\n“Oh, goodness... he seems to like the taste of you!” Irra gasped when Wilhelm\nhumped upwards, his dick twitching inside her.\n\n\nThere was no chance he could throw her bulk off him. Even what little\nmovement he could manage while her titanic belly and the bird's buttocks blocked\nout all light was because of Lady Irra. Had she not balanced herself on the\nmattress better, he would have surely been crushed beneath his own kits and pounds\nof fat! It was such a pleasurable thought that he nearly came then and there, his\nfrantic licking actually slowing down from the effort it took to clench down on his\nown rising climax.\n\n\nHe wondered about himself. Did he want a bigger belly? Could he avoid the\nfate of his many victims, if he did grow one? What he loved about tightening flesh,\nbreaking veins, and tearing hide, he knew his victims loved just as much. All he\nneeded was the right accomplice, and he was increasingly certain the bear was not\nthat. She was too easy to manipulate, too eager to please... something was missing.\n\n \n\nA certain heartlessness never seemed to make it into her, for all of Irra's\ncruelty. She hesitated. How much pain she could save herself, knowing he was\nplaying with her, simply by shattering his fragile ribs and spine beneath her gut!\nIf she was truly like him, that would be his fate the moment she saw what those\nskunk twins provided as decorations for their little get-together dinner. Or, she\nwould take him to her bosom, let him feast on her milk as she pawed him, fill him\nuntil his poor, aching belly was round as her own pregnant swell, and just...\n\n \n\nHe could not hold back. Wilhelm shot his load into the bear, gasping for air,\ndrowning in the eager pheasant riding his face. His neck creaked, begging for\nmercy. Lady Versi reached her own climax, and was shuddering atop him like a\ngelatin dessert, her eggs no doubt developing cracks from all the jostling about.\n“Oh, he's bucking so hard... gods... did I off him?” the pheasant looked\nbehind herself, gently rolling off him to lay atop her own gut.\n\n\n“No, he's made of stronger stuff than that... but perhaps he should baste you\nnext.” Lady Irra chuckled. “Give him some fresh air... while you eat me out!”\nWilhelm breathlessly chuckled. Perfect accomplice or not, his wife knew just\nwhat to say. And, the nonchalant way Lady Versi spoke of killing her lovers\nsolidified his suspicions about her. How else could she know what an intelligent\nbeing tasted like, if not through covering up an unfortunate accident, or perhaps\neven a murder? More and more, the silver fox needed to have more time with the\npheasant.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nGerd looked at the gray fox vixen. She was humping atop Seth's member as if\nit were a dildo in an Ouroboros rite, her energy seemingly inexhaustible. The right\nmixture of drugs seemed to produce that result, even in the most heavily encumbered\nof the whores. Perhaps, they tasted their approaching demise, and instinct demanded\nthey get as much fucking out of the way as possible before the inevitable happened.\nGerd did not care much why. The end was more important than the cause. The\noverloaded bitch between his own legs, her throat full of his fat length, was\nsucking on him as if she hoped to take his very soul with her to the afterlife. Her\nbelly likely looked no better than the vixen's: a red, splotchy mess of broken\nvessels, bulging with too much food, the sack of it torn, the hide showing too many\nlines of stress to be long for this world. It pleased the drunk skunk to know he\nwas responsible for that. And the whores loved every moment of it. Gerd's only\nregret was that Wilhelm was not watching. How he would reward them, if he could see\nthis!\n\n\n“Pervert...” he wheezed, clutching at his chest through pounds of breast meat.\nHis heart worked tirelessly, and the oncoming orgasm was threatening to break\nit in half from the effort. Still, both of the skunk twins were insatiable. Having\nburst one whore each already, they were onto their second offering of the night,\nwith no sign of stopping.\n\n\n“Come on... suck harder... can't you see...uh... Seth's almost done with\nhis?” Gerd snarled past his immense gut hanging off the table, where it rested atop\nthe jackal's back while her head did its best to bob atop his dick in the depths of\nhis lard. “Come... on!”\n\n\nIt was easy to imagine her guts churning, hanging on by her broken will, the\nagony of being so full countered by lust alone. The jackal whined, sucking harder,\nclutching at her belly. The false life within her, nothing more than food and\ndrugs, pulsed hot and steaming between his legs. The vixen before Gerd groaned.\nSpent, twitching in orgasm, the gray fox looked down, wide-eyed in anticipation.\nThe fat skunk wondered just what she imagined would happen as her innards\nsplattered the insides of her bruised gut. She did not seem conscious of the deep\ngash forming along her weakened abdomen, her muscles relaxing into it, an\nassortment of greasy bits and slimy pieces beginning to drip down to the floor. The\nvixen gave another groan, echoed by Seth. Gerd's twin, no doubt feeling her failing\natop him, came at the moment that the fox heaved herself on her tiptoes, eyes\nbulging and paws frantically clawing at her disintegrating, bloody navel. Seed\nsplashed out between her legs, his pulsing halfway in her pussy triggering the\nvixen's end. She opened from twat to breasts, flailing as her catastrophic orgasm\nnearly split her in two, unleashing a torrent of half-digested feast, entrails, and\ncum-filled womb along with her ruptured stomach.\n\n\nThe jackal shook. Gerd felt her mouth and throat close painfully tight on his\nlength, gasping as he shot his load. Canines had the best tongues. Hers fluttered\ndown his cock-belly, the jackal's last act to spew seed over his member before she\nburst with none of the finality of her fellow whore. The pressure within her, the\nthickness of her hide, or simply a stubborn resistance to her appetites being\nincreased a hundredfold resulted in a downright pathetic wet slurping and gurgling\nof organs spilling out under the table. The jackal slipped off his dick with a soft\npop and a whine, as if she was as disappointed in her performance as him. She hit\nthe floor a dead husk oozing his essence everywhere.\n\n\n“I win... wanna... go again?” Seth panted, looking over the mess the pair\ncreated.\n\n\nHow could Gerd resist? They reveled in the destruction they brought,\nindifferent to species and gender now, absorbed in the process, in the awful,\ndelicious feeling of one creature after another sacrificing themselves to their\nwhim. The night was a blur of blissful release, merciless stuffing, and bloody\nends. Sometimes, a belly would lay before Gerd, crisscrossed with marks, a deep,\ndark red X forming across the thinned-out hide. At others, the unfortunate's body\nran with sweat and blood down their gut before simply splitting along a vertical\nline. Drunk and drugged, Gerd even took a bite out of one of his lovers, ripping\noff a chunk of soft thigh and laughing as he tasted his own release and the spices\nof the expiring creature's last meal. This was the life!\n\n\nAbruptly, the fun came to an end. There was a clanging or cauldron to the\nfloor, a horrified shriek, and an angry snarl. Gerd blinked slowly, smiling down\nfrom where he sat atop the table, his vast, soft belly coated in warm wetness,\nblood, cum, sweat, and sauce mixed in equal measure. Wilhelm was saying something.\nHe did not look pleased. The skunk's mind tried to come up with a reason why that\nwould be. He looked over at Seth, the skunk lying, ass-up, paws clutched in\nsupplication before the mistress of the estate, Lady Irra. The bear looked furious.\nNo, more than that, the ursine looked murderous. Her enormous pregnancy shivered\nand shifted as she lumbered from one foot to the other, paws clenching, her breasts\nwobbling as she roared down at the younger twin.\n\n\n“-you're not even listening, you bag of lard! You went too far! Do you\nunderstand? You've sullied the floors, ruined all those fine people, and all while\nwe have a guest in our house! You are lucky she did not see this! What would she\nsay? What would she DO to us all if she witnessed this... this... this massacre?”\nthe silver fox swept his arm over the splattered walls and hunks of meat laying\nabout the dining room, plates and trays in heaps around the skunks.\n\n\n“M-master? I thought... you'd said...” Gerd's mouth barely moved, as sluggish\nas his mind.\n\n\nNot even terror in the face of the suddenly wickedly grinning vulpine noble\ncould shake him from his lustful stupor. His heart simply refused to beat for\nanything other than desire, and for now, there was no chance of a good fuck, which\nmeant no need to do anything.\n\n\n“Lady Versi will not see this, my love. I promise you. Please, join her back\nin the bedchamber, and I will make it all better. We are lucky these monsters\nmanaged to swallow most of the evidence.” Wilhelm spoke with utter contempt, but,\nturned away from his wife, he seemed pleased.\n\n\nGerd watched the bear shuffle off without her husband, rumbling under her\nbreath. She seemed even larger than before, miraculously swollen with child. The\nskunk wondered if she would burst soon. She would have to. No creature could\nmaintain such a size for long, no matter the magic used or Wilhelm's efforts.\nMaybe, this was all part of the plan? The fox certainly looked delighted at the way\nthings worked out as he walked around the two bloated, helpless minions.\nWilhelm worked quickly, gathering the most incriminating pieces of victims in\na clean cauldron he conjured up from somewhere. He had to have planned all of it.\nThe mop, bucket, entire sections of the floor disappearing to be replaced by clean\ntile; this would take days of meticulous preparation. Preparation the black-furred\nvulpine managed without alerting the skunk twins to anything strange.\n\n\n“What... what are you gonna do to us?” Gerd wheezed out, high-pitched with\nfear.\n\n\nHis brother simply panted where he lay, apparently too full and too scared to\nspeak.\n\n\n“The drugs I slipped you must have been a little too strong. You managed to\nnibble on some of the meat after you'd cleared the table and fed our guests. Still,\nI am grateful for your help with the celebration. It will spice up my love life for\nsome time to come.” the fox said.\n\n\nThe large chamber was far from pristine. But, if Gerd had not known what\nhappened, he would have believed these were the remains of a grand banquet and a\nmessy, violent orgy. He never felt the touch of a paw, but somehow, their master\ncleaned off the worst stains from the skunk twins. Gerd heaved himself off the\ntable, and with a resounding slap, found himself on the floor, just as immobile as\nhis brother. It was not just weight. The trunks of his legs refused to so much as\njiggle, and every inch of his skin felt drained of life. The older twin felt his\nhead clearing just enough to be assaulted by a terrible hangover.\n\n\n“Please... what'll happen...ghurp! to us?”\n\n\n“I suppose I can be truthful with you boys now.” Wilhelm crouched before\nGerd's fat face, tugging on one of the skunk's neck rolls, pinching as if testing\nthe hide. “I was thinking I'd give you a little more of my finest mixtures, feed\nyou twice what you've got in you now, hump you enough to keep your loopy minds on\npleasure, and enjoy... but, Lady Versi is a headmistress of a culinary school.\nWhich means my plans have all been moved by... some time.”\n\n\nGerd whimpered where he lay. Why did he think they were ever safe with this\nlunatic? How did he let the two of them grow so big, so spoiled, that escape became\nimpossible? The skunk could not imagine what the fox had planned for them now.\nWhatever it was, he would have plenty of time to do it, and no opposition from the\nfat twins. Their useless limbs, their immense guts, even their still-hard dicks\nbetrayed them! Lord Wilhelm had them in the palm of his paw.\n\n\n“You look frightened, boys. Do not be afraid! The next several weeks will be\nthe most fun you have ever had. And, in the end, isn't that what the two of you\ncrave? Don't lie to yourselves. You can't lie to me, not after what a bloody scene\nyou've made for me to clean up.”\n\n\n“You were... For what? To make Lady Irra-” Gerd gasped, feeling sharp claws\nbeneath his double chin.\n\n\n“Did you truly think you were equals to me? Did you think you were equals to\nLady Irra? You are my playthings. Have been since you got too fat to run.”\nWilhelm's cold gaze traveled over the skunk's bulk. “So keep quiet, and I may find\na way out of all this for you.”\n\n\n“A way out? But... you put us here!” blubbered Seth, finally regaining his\nvoice.\n\n\n“No, you put yourselves here, Seth. But, I will keep my wife from draining\nyour blood into buckets. For now. And if you're good, obedient sacks of fat, I will\neven spare you the destruction you brought to all your lovers tonight. How does\nthat sound?” the fox smiled, once more the benevolent master. “Nod if you both\nagree.”\n\n\nThey nodded. Gerd's head bobbed so quickly the vulpine's claws nicked his\nneck.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nThe hardest part was not perking his ears up or groaning with pleasure when\none of the skunks' toys met their end. They were sloppy, spoiled creatures, and\ntheir victims were barely any better. Even fed, fattened, and prepared for this\nevening, they lasted a comically short time, as if the whores were eager to split\nopen and get it over with. It was a shame Wilhelm could not help Gerd and Seth with\nthis.\n\n\nBut, the results, once he 'discovered' the pair, were wonderful! Lady Irra,\nhis beautiful, slowly expanding wife, barely even noticed the painful stretching of\nher own hide as she swung her gut out of bed at his gentle prodding. She had fallen\nasleep full and satisfied, the altered spell Wilhelm cast on her womb doing its\nwork, speeding up the halted pregnancy and adding even more young to help her\nalong. Her milk tasted all the better for it, and the silver fox secretly hoped she\nwould have more offspring than the pheasant, Versi. It was not a competition he\nimagined he could talk either of the noble ladies into, but he could keep score,\nand see what nature gifted them.\n\n\n“They've... they've burst them all...” the ursine's paw went to her lips.\nWilhelm looked over the carnage, and nodded. He was actually impressed. The\nskunk twins even managed to sink low enough to cannibalize some of the meat chunks\nthey've created! As the bear roared at the drugged-up perverted fools, the masses\nof fat blubbering and sniffling, their brains swimming with every tricky mixture\nthe fox ever thought up, Wilhelm pretended to be disappointed with the pair.\nSteering between mercy and murderous vengeance was difficult. He did not want his\nlovely bear to stain herself with their blood, but he wanted those two at his mercy\nas soon as possible. Fortunately, after cleaning up the skunks and hiding the worst\nof the evidence, he found Irra asleep, having been caressing their guest's belly,\nfeeling the pheasant's eggs until she dozed off once more.\n\n\nHe left the skunks where they lay until morning. Even if they could crawl\naway, they would be no faster than slugs. Their bloated, sweaty bellies were his,\nas were their atrophied little minds! He only managed to go to sleep after\nrelieving himself of another load of cum. He could hardly wait for what would\nhappen next.\n\n\nWhat happened next was, indeed, quite pleasant. He stretched, getting out of\nbed, and making sure that his bear and pheasant were safe and asleep. Then, he did\na little organizing. Moving with efficiency born of serving impatient masters and\nhis own lust, Wilhelm ordered two sets of great drapes be hung in the hallway\nbetween the dining room and the large bedchamber. It was a crude solution, but he\ncould see the value in it already. Since last night, Lady Irra expanded a good paw\nin circumference, and Versi's meal of marmot stew definitely had an impact on the\nsize and heft of her gut, adding much-needed padding to the bird's frame.\n“What shall we do with the... twins, Lord Wilhelm?” asked an eager, whip-thin\nrat with brilliant red eyes and a cute, toothy smile, the maid not nearly as\ndisgusted by the pair as the fox expected.\n\n\n“Do you like them?” the vulpine noble waved a paw over the snoring skunks,\nbarely touching their backsides and the fluffy tails draped over those wide\nbuttocks.\n\n\n“I... well... erm... they are quite handsome, and you have been most generous\nto them, master...” she stumbled over her words, blushing.\n\n\n“I can be very generous to those that serve me well.” Wilhelm said. “However,\nthey displeased my wife and me terribly last night. You will find the paws to move\nthem... let's say to one of the old guest rooms. Somewhere out of the way. Dark,\nbut hot. Their days of eating the finest foods are quite over. I know there is\nplenty of grease left over after every meal made, am I right?”\n\n\nThe rat nodded, looking a little queasy.\n\n\n“You will bring them buckets of grease, whatever oil you think isn't being\nused, anything that looks about ready to go bad... just as long as it is plentiful\nand helps them grow fat. I can tell you like the idea. Their only drink will be\nbeer, or sweetened wine. If they beg for drugs, inform me. I will personally see to\nit that they have the most potent stuff, if I approve of their choices.”\n\n\n“I-I am so glad you asked me. I've been... I mean I don't watch... but, I\nhear rumors, and they are just... incredible. So big, so... rotund. They are like\nthe gods of wealth themselves, practically bursting with life and well-being. Their\nfur glows...” she looked down, paws fiddling with the strings of her dress.\n\n\n“You want them, don't you?” Wilhelm chuckled.\n\n\n“If my lord will permit me to say so... were they not made like this for\npleasure?” the albino rat reached out, and touched Gerd's hip, her paw running over\nthe swollen, taut hide as the skunk took a particularly large breath.\nIt would be hours before either of the twins woke up.\n\n\n“You are welcome to them. You will be their only relief until I choose their\npunishment.” the fox placed his paw on hers where it rested along one of the\nstretch-marks, the gash as long as the rat was tall.\n\n\n“May I... may I ask what will happen to them?” she spoke up as Wilhelm turned\naround to go back to entertaining Irra and Versi.\n\n\n“Do not let them deceive you. They are thieves, murderers, scoundrels of the\nworst sort. I spared them in the desert, because they served my wife and me\nfaithfully. I rewarded them for this, gave them every pleasure conceivable in an\nattempt to turn their hearts away from villainy. But, they were tempted.” the fox\npaused, sighing. “ Do not speak of this, but they... they murdered several people.\nNo one of consequence, but still... their madness is terrible. I will handle their\npunishment, because I brought them here.”\n\n\n“Am I... Am I in danger?” the rodent's whiskers twitched, her eyes wide.\n\n\n“Tell them you are their only servant, their only chance at mercy. If they\nwish to earn my mercy, they know how they must treat you.” Wilhelm growled.\n\n\nThe skunks, of course, fell over themselves to please their master. They were\nsure that slaking their every appetite would earn them his good will. Perhaps, Gerd\nand Seth even entertained some notion that they were still playing a different sort\nof game. It was a pleasure to walk in, and see Finny diligently pouring a bucketload of off-yellow fat down Seth's throat, or use a wash-cloth to wipe away globs\nof leftovers Wilhelm brought to them. The albino rat was a natural when it came to\nher tasks. She seemed to sense what the fox wanted, and it aligned almost perfectly\nwith her own desires.\n\n\nShe was ferocious. Wilhelm could not believe the shamelessness she exhibited,\nriding first one, and then the other of the twins right in front of the silver fox,\nher skirts fluttering over the wobbling, nearly solid balls of fat the skunks\nbecame. He could not have done better himself if he tried.\n\n\n“Please... master... we'll do anything... tell us how we can please you!”\nSeth pleaded from his bed, his ankles and wrists bound, the sheets all tied\ntogether beneath the bed.\n\n\nIt was the rat's idea. If either of the brothers wanted to do much more than\nshake and hump in place, one of them would have to tear the silk sheets apart and\nheave himself up from their half-lying position. It was about as likely to happen\nas Wilhelm's fur sloughing off his hide. Already beyond huge, Gerd and Seth only\ngrew more with every day. Lady Irra, content to play with Lady Versi and her\nhusband, did not want to see them die, and Wilhelm wanted to give her time to\nsettle on her decision. Her decision, of course, would be what the fox slowly fed\nher, one little tidbit at a time, telling her about the way the skunks struggled to\nconsume their daily rations.\n\n\n“You can please me by pleasing Finny here.” he patted the rat's shoulder.\nThe skinny little thing was quite cruel, in her own way. He could sense her\ntrembling, ready to jump onto the nearest fat, girthy skunk cock she could get her\npaws on. She was quickly becoming a favorite of his. Perhaps, he thought, he could\nfind a way to have three beauties lying pregnant before him every night, until such\na time as one, two, or perhaps all three surrendered to the sweet, painful release\nof destruction.\n\n\n“Please... look at us... look at our bellies... they're-they're red! We don't\neven have... hunger anymore! She just... keeps... feeding us! And our arms... our\nlegs... you've made us spheres!” Gerd whimpered, lips barely moving, seemingly a\npound of shiny black flesh upon his bloated face, his tongue sticking out as he\npanted, awaiting the fox's response.\n\n\nThe older twin had a point. They did look quite pathetic. Just rolls of fat,\nappendages sticking out, only obvious in the darkness of the room because of the\nbrilliant white sheets encircling them. They were bigger than Irra, in their own\nway, and far, far tighter, the damage to their hides becoming more noticeable now\nthat there was no medicine rubbed in their stretchmarks and no pampering massages\nto keep their muscles from disappearing into the depths of their blubber. His\nskunks were growing redder. Looking at the apex of their fur-less guts, it was easy\nto trace every vein, every slowly spreading bruise, down from their scarred, nearly\nsplitting navels to their vast, spreading sides. If it were not for how heavy they\nwere, those bellies would indeed have been perfect spheres. Wilhelm's erection\npulsed insistently in his pants.\n\n\n“My lord, would you... like some time alone with them?” Finny asked.\n“No, no, there is no need. Cut their bonds. Help them... roll themselves over\nfor me. On their sides. So their bellies touch each other.” the fox shivered,\nslowly removing his clothes.\n\n\nFinny struggled with the twin skunks. Gerd and Seth moved like molasses, and\nin the heat of the room, her paws slipped over their sweat-slick hides several\ntimes before she found a good grip against their rumps and pushed with all her\nmight. They tried to help, eager to finally be of use to their master, but, Wilhelm\nobserved, they were just as useless as ever.\n\n\n“Come on... I don't have all day to wait for you two murdering scumbags to\nget yourselves where I want you!” he snarled at them, laughing at how their claws\nflicked and their toes wiggled.\n\n\nTo them, it must have been a gargantuan effort: muscles bulging, eyes\nclenched shut and teeth gnashing, the twins wheezed. When their guts finally,\nslumped against each other, and with a loud, wet squelch were joined into a massive\ncleavage for Lord Wilhelm to admire, they cried out weakly, their cock pulsing,\nstill hard after being savagely humped by Finny, squirting feeble little streams of\nprecum. Wilhelm could see their balls ache, swollen nearly as big as oil-jars,\npractically sweating aphrodisiac. Taking full control of their drug habit and\nseeing just what sort of humiliating, pathetic need he could engineer in the twins\nwas breathtakingly pleasurable in itself. Seeing them trying to hump each other,\nrisking their fragile, thin-skinned bellies just to try and get off was worth it.\n“I could just leave you like this now. You'd just burst each other. A pawing\nsession, and you'd just tear open...” he whispered to the black-and-white blubber\nmountains.\n\n\nThere was not much room on the bed, but Wilhelm managed. He had plenty of\npractice with other overstuffed victims. Doing his best to fit a shaft in each paw,\nhe gently squeezed. Finny was a real size queen, in every way. Gerd gave a wheezing\ngasp. Seth choked on his own saliva, gut rumbling as he tried to flail his arm up\nto his face.\n\n\n“But, that won't be your end. I promised you... liquefied fat... more than\nyou can ever imagine. Full of your favorite spices and narcotics... it would be\nbliss... mindless, senseless... bliss.” he masturbated the two, watching their\nbellies intently.\n\n\nIt was like two behemoths fighting. He heard faint creaks and sloshes of\ndigesting grease, saw the titans struggling to overpower each other, but only slip\nover one another. It would be funny to let one destroy the other, he decided. But,\ntoday was not about that, even if he allowed himself to be seduced.\nHe climbed on, using their inner thighs as his steps, their stretch-marks as\nclaw-holds. Seth found his breath, and babbled that the fox was pressing too hard\non him. Gerd, meanwhile, moaned, eyes rolling in his fat-engulfed face, ears\nsplayed on either side of his swollen neck. Sinking his length between their\nenormous, swollen guts was more satisfying than ever. They were aware of what he\nwould do to them, and even as they feared him, they gave in to their desires. He\ndoubted either of the skunks would be in any state to think when the time came for\ntheir execution. To make sure Lady Irra and Lady Versi only saw and heard what he\nwanted them to, Wilhelm would need to all but lobotomize the twins.\n“Oh, I can feel the slashes all over you... so strained, so stretched! Gods!\nSo deep, it's as if you made a love-tunnel just for me... rippling, mmm...\ntight....” he breathed, hips thrusting, lost to his need.\n\n\n“Please... don't...” Gerd gasped.\n\n\nIt was so easy to imagine the skunk splitting. Dark, darkening, bleeding\nlines, hide giving up the ghost for Wilhelm's relentless rutting. To feel them both\nagainst his cock, simply torn asunder by the weight within them, the pressure! The\nsilver fox shuddered. He was already at his peak. It was just as well. If he was\nnot careful, he could end them, here and now. He groaned down at them, looking into\ntheir anguished faces as they did their best to writhe in the prisons of lard they\nput themselves in. Their torment had its own pleasures, and they seemed on the\nverge of cumming, as well.\n\n\n“Finny! Get them off!” he rasped, sparing a glance behind himself, where the\nrat was elbows deep in her skirts, no doubt pawing to the sight.\n\n\nShe moved like lightning. In the time it took for Wilhelm to raise his rump\nin the air, and drive his member as deep as he could between the twins' sacks of\nguts, she was between their legs. The silver fox's tail draped over her head as she\nworked their rods.\n\n\n“Feel this? This is what it will feel like for you two... do you still want\nmercy? Say it... say it or I split you now!” he snarled down at the skunks.\nHis minions shrieked. It hardly mattered what emptying their lungs and\nshuddering in place, unable to so much as properly thrust into Finny's paws, meant.\nWhat mattered much more was the way his seed pulsed into the hot, wet cleavage of\nsuffering bellies. In that moment, it felt right to dig his claws into their\nchests, feeling a nipple at each palm, their heartbeats throbbing through the\nimmensely swollen flesh. They were so like his wife, or even that pheasant. She\nbloomed nicely in his care, and without her pesky servants to help her, she was so\ndeliciously ripe for him to take advantage... Wilhelm's eyes closed, and he shoved\nin for the last time, his groin growing wet with his own seed. It even splattered\nover his sack and behind him, onto the rat! She was too busy licking her paws clean\nof skunk jizz to even notice. She was in her own paradise.\n\n\nWhen he was cleaned up and dressed once more, Wilhelm dragged her away from\nher charges, just far enough for their lard-stoppered ears to have no chance of\npicking up their whispered conversation.\n\n\n“That was wonderful, but you know I will have to put an end to them soon,\nyes?” he said, still breathing hard.\n\n\n“Of course, my lord. They told me what they did, and then had the-the stones\nto try and make me give in, grow for them...” she shook her head. “No, as fun as\nthey are, I know they're monsters.”\n\n\n“I am glad you understand.” the fox nodded. “I wouldn't normally offer this,\nbut would you like to watch them... when it is time? I can assure you, what I told\nthem while we enjoyed ourselves is the truth: I will try and make it as pleasurable\nas possible. It would be a completion of their every desire, not merely an\nexecution.”\n\n\nThe rat giggled.\n\n\n“It would be wonderful, my lord! But, I should tell you... I am quite sure I\nam pregnant, and one of them must surely be the father.”\n\n\nWilhelm looked her over. It would not be obvious on her, even if she were\nfull-term. The rat was just too skinny. But, there was not much reason for her to\nlie.\n\n\n“I know you know the spell to slow it down... and I know you'd love to use\nit, and make me larger in other ways, besides.” Finny said, clicking her teeth\ntogether and leaning in close. “You are something of a monster yourself, aren't\nyou? Your wife, that pheasant... even Seth and Gerd over there.”\n\n\nWilhelm nodded. She looked like an air-headed slut, but she saw right through\nhim. It was risky, but he was not about to give up the chance for a challenge like\nher. The skunks were doomed, and he was growing tired of pretending they could earn\nhis mercy. With Irra, he had a large canvas to work on. With Versi, the avian was\nalready making herself into a grotesque sack of eggs and his contributions were\nmerely gentle nudges. This stick-insect of a maid would be quite interesting to\nplay with.\n\n\n“You could stay here. It would not be difficult for me to convince Irra you\ncan be fun, especially if you keep up the pace you had with the skunk twins as you\ngrow. I will make the-”\n\n\n“Pardon me, my lord, but I must refuse.” the albino rat looked down, paws\nclasped together over her flat stomach.\n\n\n“Why?” the silver fox blinked.\n\n\n“I want to see what becomes of my lovers, and I want your help in keeping\ntheir seed dormant within me, but I am not about to jump into the jaws of hell\nsimply because of my lust. I am not you, my lord. I would not risk my skin like\nthat.” Finny said.\n\n\n“One could say you are risking your skin now, saying such things to me.”\n\n\n“You wouldn't kill me, my lord. You are a better creature than those two... a\nmore powerful creature. Your desires are just... too dangerous for me. Like theirs\nwould have been, if I gave in to them.”\n\n\nIt would be so easy to snap her neck. And, completely unsatisfying. Wilhelm\nwondered when his ruthlessness grew dull, when he became so soft. The rat, Finny,\nshifted from foot to foot, looking increasingly uncomfortable, but she did not step\nback. He chose to smile, gently placing a paw on her shoulder, his thin lips inches\naway from her buck-teeth.\n\n\n“You know just how to appeal to my dangerous desires. But, what is it you\ndesire? It can't be a single spell. You could receive that in any large town\nnearby.” Wilhelm said. “What would you like? Perhaps, it will be to my liking, as\nwell?”\n\n\n“I... do want to be larger. I think it's always been in me, ever since I\nfirst pawed myself thinking about a merchant's gut hanging out of his shirt... you\nknow what I mean, surely, my lord! But, I want to marry well, too! I want to name\nmy children, and be a mistress like Lady Irra before I become like her in other\nways...”\n\n\n“Ah.”\n\n\nWilhelm was not sure where this was going. She was his. He could practically\ntaste the lust on her breath when she spoke about swelling up. Even the terror\ninspired by Lady Irra's state was tinged with bliss. It would be a matter of\nmoments for her to realize he was a monster twice what either of the skunks could\never be, and she was blind because she was too much of a pervert herself. And yet,\nFinny resisted.\n\n\n“I've heard there is an older noble, Heskill. If you were to introduce me, my\nlord, it would not be difficult for me to seduce him. He is infamous with the other\nservants! In a year or two, I would be as large as Lady Irra, I promise! And then,\nmy lord, I'll invite you into my bedchamber...”\n\n\nShe wanted him, but she wanted to be a noble more. It made sense. He could\nwork with her on this. If what she wanted happened, he would win big later. If all\nher hopes were dashed, he could easily scoop her up and add her to his little\ncollection. Irra and Versi would not complain.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\nLong after their chat, Wilhelm could not shake off what she said about his\ndesires. Especially about how they were, in some way, a danger to him. He longed to\nfeel a shivering, overfilled belly beneath his paws, and a small, vile part of him\ndid not care one bit if that belly belonged to him or to some poor unfortunate he\ncould push over the edge. She knew nothing of him, but still... Did he want to get\ncaught? Punished for his evil ways?\n\n\n“No, of course not.” he muttered to himself.\n\n\nNow was not the time for such silly imaginings. Now was the time to punish\nthe two skunks. Finessina did her best, even after revealing her true nature. Gerd\nand Seth sat in a shallow pit, away from the prying eyes of other servants. It was\nan elegant solution to burying their bulk, Wilhelm had to admit. Once they were\ndisposed of, it was a matter of shoveling some dirt over the pit.\n\n\nThe other part of the preparation, his favorite part, was almost entirely\nLady Irra's idea. It was true, as her husband, he planted some suggestions, and\nmaneuvered her into position. But, the diabolical finale the bear invented for the\ntwins panting within the pit surprised him nonetheless. A vat, likely used for\ncheese-making, sat next to the pit, heated by piles of firewood. Within it bubbled\na mixture of her design: three parts cheese, one part cooking oil, nine parts\ngrease. It smelled revolting and delicious at once. Some of the attraction likely\ncame from the honey and drugs Irra ladled in. To Wilhelm's sensitive nose, the vile\nstuff seemed magically charged, a magnet for his lust even outside the skunks.\n\n\n“This is a savage, evil act... and I, for one, cannot wait to see what\nhappens.” Lady Versi said.\n\n\nThe pheasant reclined within a special hammock, her vast, gravid orb touching\nthe earth beneath her. Wilhelm fed her well, and now, she was far, far beyond her\nformer scrawny, egg-sack self. She contained more eggs than ever, but her hide had\nnoticeably thickened, her breasts turning into heaving, soft pillows to match\nIrra's. It took no effort at all to convince her to come and watch the punishment\nof Gerd and Seth. Especially after she heard what the two brothers did to all those\nbeautiful, round bellies she saw when she first arrived at the estate. It was, she\ndeclared, justice, plain and simple.\n\n\n“Wait. Perfection takes time. This soup needs time to breathe, and the herbs\nneed time to cook into the fat...” Lady Irra declared. “I've been paying attention\nto the two of you rambling on about cuisine long enough to know what I am doing!”\nLady Irra, of course, was doing very nearly nothing. She took up another\nhammock, this one raised even higher from the earth, her belly wedged beneath her.\nLike the vat she was ladling her alchemical brew into, her gut slowly boiled with\nmovement. The spells, fully altered, likely gave years of growth to her young. And,\neven unconscious, still firmly within her womb, the kits kicked. Wilhelm wondered\nif she cared one bit about how her middle glistened and rippled. She certainly gave\nno sign that she was worried about her pregnancy. If anything, she seemed even more\nbrutal on herself, smacking the vast gut whenever she wanted a moment of peace,\nrefusing the aid of the hallway hammocks to move about, simply sliding her oiled-up\nstomach over the floors. The silver fox could not be more proud of his lovely wife.\nShe kept up with Lady Versi wonderfully!\n\n\n“A chef always tastes their cooking before serving it.” the pheasant clucked,\nwinking to Lord Wilhelm.\n\n\n“Oh, but the only one worthy of the title is you, my dear bird.” Irra replied\nsweetly. “And I'll be sure to remind you of every silly thing you've said tonight,\nwhen we three are in bed... how would you like my claw circling your navel while I\neat you out, hmm?”\n\n\n“Damn bears and their tongues.” sighed the egg-filled avian. “I swear, I can\nfeel you licking around my eggs when you're down there!”\n\n\n“Irra, Versi, have mercy on your poor fox. I can barely restrain myself from\ncumming while watching those two bloated skunks, and here you two are, full of\nlife, invincible, so commanding... I fear Gerd and Seth would not receive the sendoff they deserve if I make love to you two.”\nReminding them of what he was about to do was a painful little prod at their\nrivalry. For a short while, not only would neither of them have him to herself, the\nbear and the bird would watch the silver fox torment and enjoy two males! If\nWilhelm had not tended to their lust with great care, the ladies in his life would\nhave crushed him beneath their bellies like a bug instead of helping him in this\nbit of madness. He looked over at Finny where she sat. The rat, having helped him\ndig the pit and set things up, dangled her feet off the edge of the pit, looking on\nthe skunks as they slowly swayed where they sat, too out of it to even notice her.\n“Would you like to be with them one last time?” he asked in a whisper as his\nwife and guest went back to their bickering.\n\n\n“No, my lord. They do not deserve me. I'm destined for better things!” the\nalbino rat whispered back cheerfully. “Go on. Help Gerd and Seth along. Then, I'll\npour some wine for the ladies, and slip away before they know to ask why I was\nhere.”\n\n\nShe was destined for better things. It was easier and easier to think of ways\nher wishes could be useful to him. Wilhelm would marry her off, make sure she grew\nbig and round and full of offspring, and then, one fine night, when Finny was Lady\nFinessina, she would rupture for him. He could even enjoy the fruits of her labors\nbefore that final moment, if he was sneaky!\n\n\nHe shook his head. Now was not the time to fantasize. He had a pair of ripe\nand ready bellies before him already! The silver fox turned his attention to the\nskunks. Gerd and Seth wore iron muzzles, long, flexible pipes running down from the\nbubbling vat. He suspected those came from some medicine shop, and would no doubt\ntaint Irra's brew with a foul taste of greenery. The process would also be much\nless intimate than making them gulp it down by his own paw, but his wife insisted.\n\n\n“You wouldn't want to touch what I'm going to fill them with, my dear fox!”\nshe told him.\n\n\nThat had him curious. He descended into the pit. Gerd woke up enough to sense\nthe heat against his mouth and twitch his wrists upwards in a futile effort to\nremove the muzzle. A single turn of a knob at each of their bloated faces, and they\nwould be forced to drink or drown. A turn that Wilhelm accomplished with a\nflourish, his tail swishing behind him like a pendulum as he snarled down at the\ntwins with glee.\n\n\nThe looks of surprise, he expected. The frantic, gurgling cries and slapping\nof fat against the dirt was a shock, however. The brothers were so out of it, he\ncould probably pouring burning oil on their guts and only elicit a few grunts of\ncomplaint, and here they were, shrieking past gallons of fat! He looked up at Lady\nIrra. The bear smiled at him, and nodded approvingly.\n\n\n“It's not just the heat, my love. There are some very strong spices, coco\nleaves, and a few other nasty surprises for those two in the vat!” she called down,\nwaving her ladle at the fox.\n\n\nTears ran down Seth's red cheeks, his once unfocused eyes now wide and\ndarting around the pit. If Lady Irra did not measure things out properly, in a few\ngulps more, his heart would simply cease beating. The fat-choked organs of the\ntwins could not handle too much of any sort of stimulant, especially not with such\na heavy last meal. Still, the pair hung on. Streaming sweat, chests jiggling from\ntheir panting, the skunks even grew hard from the mixture, their lust magnified all\nthe more by the near-fatal energy boost.\n\n\n“Goodness... the pair of you look like wrestlers about to grapple. Bloated,\nuselessly twitching wrestlers, to be sure...” the fox tapped his chin, enjoying the\npleading, desperate glances from the swollen twins. “Oh, why not? Whoever can\noverpower his twin, gets my mercy.”\n\n\nIt was surprisingly entertaining. With their veins bulging out across their\ntaut hides, the skunks strained and wept with effort, gulping down the sludge that\nwould spell their doom, kicking out to find purchase in the mud. The ground,\nchurned up by Wilhelm and Finny, slid out from under their foot-pads, their claws\ndigging trenches in the cold, slick earth. The silver fox wondered if their ankles\nwould pop from the mad scramble.\n\n\nThere was no hint of loyalty between the twins. Gerd and Seth knew their\nmaster well, and with their minds consumed by the pain of their stretching,\nsquelching guts and creaking belly-hides, there was only the next ruinous attempt\nat a fight. The agony of the spiced fat, stimulants, and the aphrodisiac only made\nit worse. Gerd's paw, engulfed in more fat than most creatures carried on their\nwhole bodies, slammed into Seth's chest, making the skunk's breasts wobbled around,\na bruise blossoming instantly, the broken blood vessels spreading downwards, to his\ndangerously full middle. Seth roared past his feeding tube, the muzzle barely\nhiding the blind rage on the younger twin's face. He heaved his bulk upwards,\nsending Wilhelm stumbling back as he wildly swung his gut around, pressing into\nGerd's own stomach, the skunk's legs twitching, his cock spurting weakly as he\ntried to wriggle away. Sweat, precum, and Seth's lack of strength finally allowed\nhim a reprieve. Like a barrel pushed out from under a pyramid of similar such\ncontainers, Gerd slipped away, half-rolling, his massive rump in the air. It seemed\nas if the metallic piping running down to his muzzle would break, and truly ruin\nthe game, but his twin brother caught him by the base of his fluffy tail and\npulled, putting his whole weight behind the maneuver.\n\n\nThere was a pop of hip bones and spine, the unfortunate skunk flailing and\nsquealing into his feeding tube, nearly drowning in Irra's soup. Cum splashed his\nunderbelly, his balls wobbling around, full and fat, just like the rest of him, his\nbuttocks clenching, rippling with the release. But, in his climax, the male managed\nto dig a foot into Seth's belly. Claws sank into thin hide, and the younger twin\nlost all fight. Groaning, gurgling, snorting up fat, Seth fell onto his ass, and\nthen onto his back, paws feverishly slapping at what they could reach of his gut.\nAs far as injuries went, it was not much. But, as full as he was, as heightened as\nhis senses were, the skunk must have thought his brother tore him open.\nGerd's whole lower body released a sad, muffled series of pops as he slowly,\nhaltingly brought his feet to the dirt. By now, the filling in both of the skunks\nhad to measure in gallons, and the dose of the drugs Lady Irra mixed in kept\nincreasing. Their stomachs looked like massive, naked hills, coated in mud,\nstreaked with cum and fat, steaming sweat in the sunlight. Wilhelm clapped his\npaws. Their demise approached swiftly, and they were at each other's throats, lust\nand pain eating them alive from the inside, driving their every motion.\n\n\nThe older skunk could not speak. But, he gave a gloating, wet chuckle past\nthe fluid splashing down his throat. In the end, he truly was like a wrestler.\nBiceps bulging through half-ton of fat, he pawed and clutched at his gut, bowlegged and humping upwards, his dick slapping the overfilled belly for all it was\nworth. With a gag and a splatter of the brew from his nostrils, he succeeded in\nthrowing his weighty stomach atop his younger twin. Seth whined from beneath, no\nlonger able to breathe, his lungs well and truly crushed by his own bulk and that\nof his brother atop it. Eyes watering from the spice, red with the drugs pumping\nthrough his veins, he looked back at Wilhelm.\n\n\n“You didn't think I would let you go, did you? I can see how fat, red, and\nneedy your cock is. And I won't lie, your ass is rather inviting like that. I could\nsink between those cheeks, and hump you. It might even help your bother get off one\nlast time, too. So, how about it? You don't have much time to decide...” Wilhelm\nnodded back up to where the vat still contained enough bubbling liquid to send\nplumes of steam into the air.\n\n\n“Go on, my love! Give him what he wants! Send him to hell!” The bear sitting\nabove the pit rumbled happily, the rat servant by her side pouring more and more\nwine for her.\n\n\n“Show us what you'll do to us tonight! Hump away the poor boy's pains!”\nVersi, too, was caught up in the perverse punishment and the fox's mercy.\nThe fox approached carefully. In his present state, the only thing Gerd could\ndo to him would be to fall on top of him and crush him with his ass. It would\nhilarious, and likely lead to the swollen male's instant demise, but it could also\nkill Wilhelm. But, with their battle ended, the skunks could not do a thing. Gerd\ntugged on his bulk, growling for a moment, before with a submissive whine, thrust\nout his ass for the vulpine noble.\n\n\n“You need this... you wouldn't want to pop without, would you?” Wilhelm said,\ngently petting the skunk's left buttock, easing himself closer, practically wading\ninto the taut skunk.\n\n\nThe two groaned. Seth's face was turning purple, his eyes rolling up in his\nhead. The fat male's cock spilled enough seed to turn the belly of his twin a slimy\nwhite, covering up all signs of their struggle. Gerd was in no better condition.\n\n\nThe alchemical mix within him bubbled up past his glossy lips, his breathing ragged\nand wet when he could draw in a gulp of air past the relentless flow. He was hot to\nthe touch, like a furnace. Wilhelm could hardly believe it. Gerd and Seth were\nslowly cooking alive. He shoved his cock into the bloated skunk's tail-hole,\nchuckling at the instant, lustful response, even as Gerd's body slowly tore from\nthe inside. The fox felt the slow, inexorable progress of the liquefied fat\npressing into Gerd, splitting muscles, ripping open delicate passages. The male's\nvast stomach, stretched many times past its limit over his years of pampered\nliving, sprouted leaks right into his abdominal cavity, gushing heat piling up on\ntop of Seth. It took a few thrusts, but the younger twin expired spectacularly.\nShaken about by Wilhelm's rocking of his brother's belly over his, the\ndefeated skunk shook his head, vomiting forth Irra's soup almost as fast as it slid\nits way into him. Cracks of glistening red appeared over his muddy hide, starting\nat the apex of his belly, and working their way down to his sides. Seth oozed blood\nfrom those many wounds, wriggling his limbs, trapped beneath his brother and\nhelplessly cumming while he literally drowned in fat. His belly flared out from\nunder Gerd's, pulsed, flared out again, his innards failing with each orgasmic\ntwitch running through him. He split like an overripe fruit, and then was dashed\napart by the weight of his twin's stomach rushing in to fill the space no longer\noccupied by his ruptured guts. The wave of blood, viscera, and soupy alchemical\nmixture splashed through the pit.\n\n\nGerd survived his twin's destruction just barely. The mighty slosh and wet\nthud of belly into the gory mud had him seizing up, throwing his head back and\nsquirting great cupfuls of his seed with even greater urgency. The pleasure and the\nhorror of it all broke the skunk utterly. He mindlessly rutted his own stomach,\neven as Wilhelm rutted him, and the unfortunate lard-barrel met his end soon after.\nThe silver fox felt it as he came into the giant male. Gerd's spine arched in one\nfinal, massive release, his sides splattering fat over the pit in geysers, and his\nvast middle erupted much as Seth's had. The husk of him collapsed, sliding off\nWilhelm's length with a lewd splash of cum, the fox looking down upon what he made\nof the twins with a smile, his cock still pulsing seed, his paws still firmly\nclutching the furry rump of his victim.\n\n\n“Holy...” Versi whispered, her voice all that could be heard.\nWell, not exactly. Wilhelm could hear the drips of fat skunk pieces down into\nthe pit, and the blissful, heavy breathing of his wife, the bear having reached her\nown climax sometime earlier and now basking in her afterglow, looking down upon him\nwith a saintly expression. For the moment, an embarrassing, awful pair of rivals\nwere destroyed at her husband's paw, and she watched it all.\n\n\n“My ladies.”\n\n\nThe pleasure of wiping his dick between the bulky ass-cheeks of the skunk was\ndoubled by the knowledge that this very evening, he would be thrusting into a whole\ndifferent, no less doomed ass, or maybe even two. Whether it would be Versi or Irra\nfirst, it did not matter. They were eager for him, and would fight for the\nprivilege.\n\n\nHe bowed, smiling wide for his audience. Only Finny's indifference to him was\nat all upsetting, and that, he knew he could wear down eventually. Wilhelm saw how\nshe reacted to the bursting of her lovers. It could not possibly take her long to\nsubmit to him, as enslaved as Seth and Gerd had been. The silver fox looked forward\nto that.\n\n\nVVV\n\n\n“I don't think you should be down there much longer.”\n\n\nThe words sounded muffled to Wilhelm. As far as his beloved Irra and Versi\nknew, he was cleaning up. In truth, he was gathering what he could of the skunks\nfor a celebratory feast. But, the mixture he waded through... it did something to\nhim. That gorgeous, swollen bear of his knew how to brew an awful mixture!\n\n\n“Did you hear me?”\n\n\nLord Wilhelm looked up from the pit. The pitifully skinny rat up there spoke,\nit would seem. He chuckled, and threw the sack of meat up to her. He took his time\nclimbing up, tail swishing, his erection dripping. The silver fox could not\nremember getting hard. How long ago did he off those twins? The mess down in the\npit still put off steam, and it smelled delightful...\n\n\n“Err... Wilhelm? My lord? Master?” the rat, Finny, said.\n\n\nWilhelm swayed in place.\n\n\n“H-hide that stuff somewhere safe...”\n\n\nHad he told her what he planned to do with the meat? Did she know? The rodent\nlooked horrified. So, that meant no.\n\n\n“It's... it's for something. I have plans. For later. Do not worry about it.\nOh, gods... that soup... come and help me wash it off.”\n\n\nFinny escorted him home. He impatiently waited for her to put what he\ncollected in the cellars. When she returned, he commanded the rat to bathe with\nhim. He would never consider a creature like her worthy of his attention, but now,\nher paws felt soft on his arm as she poured warm water over him, standing in the\ntub, naked. He tried to tell her how sexy she looked, but Finny would hear none of\nit. Perhaps, he was not fat enough? She did like her males about to burst, did she\nnot? Wilhelm chuckled. Was he a little peckish? Bars of perfumed soap later, still\npractically drooling precum and shivering with ripples of bliss traveling from his\ntoes up to the crown of his head, the silver fox emerged into the hallways of his\nestate ravenously hungry.\n\n\nIt felt like being drunk. Only, much, much worse. Wilhelm swore the walls\nrumbled like guts, and every face that passed within his swimming vision looked\nboth incredibly arousing and tauntingly plump. Did they not know who they worked\nfor? Halfway to the bedroom, it occurred to him that he left Finny to her task of\npouring the bathwater out. He wanted her. And, he wanted her to fetch him some\nfood!\n\n\n“You, there! Scrubbing-hedgehog-yes, you!” the vulpine noble chuckled darkly.\n“If you don't want to end up on the menu... oop, almost tripped over my tail...\nyes, you'll fetch my loves and me a meal!”\n\n\n“But, my lord, they've brought a meal to the bedroom already. Lady Irra told\nus-”\n\n\nWilhelm glared at the spine-covered creature. He wondered if the dull thing's\nneedles would fall out if he grew fat enough. Male hedgehogs never struck him as\nparticularly handsome before, but there was a certain almost vulpine look to this\none. And, besides, being humped from behind by a plump, soft-bellied male like him\nwould not be so bad. Especially if Wilhelm made sure he was nice and full...\n\n\n“My lord? Did you hear me? You have... a little... saliva there... and...\num.” the hedgehog shut up, looking away from the fox's genitals, raising his\nwashcloth to wipe sauce off of a wall.\n\n\n“You... stupid, sad prickle-pig! I said bring food, to the bedroom,\nimmediately, no delays!” a painful clench of the fox's stomach had him snarling at\nthe servant, eyes bulging.\n\n\nHe clamped a paw over his mouth. He lost control for a moment. No, worse, he\nwas out of control, and just for a moment, noticed how he acted! Wilhelm whined,\ntrying to cover his crotch and shuffled his way to the bedroom. Had he felt fear?\nGuilt? These were not normally in his heart, but the cold clarity of his cruel soul\nfelt distant, and it left him floundering helplessly between hunger pangs and\ndesperate need to fuck something, anything, as soon as possible. And, if he had not\ntalked Lady Irra into things, perhaps, he would not be suffering from whatever\ntoxic mixture she assembled to ruin those skunks.\n\n\n“Poor boys... they actually endured worse than... oof! This?” the silver fox\nsighed, his paw rubbing over his cock, no longer covering so much as simply\nmasturbating as he walked.\n\n\nHe stumbled into the bedroom. Lady Versi greeted him with a clucking, utterly\ninconsequential remark about his appearance. Wilhelm gave her bloated, egg-filled\nmiddle a small pat, assured the tremendous womb that he was fine, and turned to his\nwife.\n\n\n“Did I tell you how your breasts remind me of those desert melons they had\nback... back...” he retched, but his stomach refused to let go of anything, and he\nleaned heavily on the bear's belly, feeling the gentle movements of his kits within\nthe ursine.\n\n\n“Wilhelm? Darling? V-Varkude?” Lady Irra placed a paw on his forehead as the\nfox leaned in, and with a giggle, suckled on her nipple, slowly humping. “He's\nburning up! Versi, he's boiling!”\n\n\n“I'm fine!” Wilhelm's mouth popped off the thick nipple, Irra's milk\nsplattering over her areola as he spoke. “Just... too long in the pit. Heh!\nAbsorbed some of that delightful... mixture.”\n\n\nHe felt vulnerable. Weak, horny, hungry... it reminded him too much of\nRakooma, of his deep past. At least, he was in no danger. These beauties, swollen\nwith young and madly in lust with him, would keep him safe, and happy, and when he\nfinally felt them burst, it would be justice, and release, and all his perverse\nfantasies come true.\n\n\nHe looked over at a table. The hedgehog was right. His ladies did have food.\nPiles of pies, meat, fish, fruit, cheese; he could not see much clearly, but his\nnose told him they were cooked to his specifications. Or was it Versi's? The\npheasant's culinary skills were a marvel! Fattening, filling, and delicious, from\nwhat he remembered of his previous meals.\n\n\n“Mmm...” he mumbled, laying down on the bed, resting a foot at Versi's navel\nwhile he reclined on Irra's, her own nub of a belly button just above his tail.\n“Please... I am so hungry...”\n\n\n“He's drunk. And drugged. And he's hard as a rock! Look at that dick! It's\nlike all his blood went right to it! I've seen stallions smaller!” Versi's voice\nvibrated strangely through her eggs, tickling the sole of his foot.\n“I... could get harder... ladies! Just feeed me!”\n\n\n“You know, we've been married for a long time, and I actually thought he\njust... could not get like this. He's like a whining kit.” the bear said,\nexcitement plain in her voice. “Let's feed him.”\n\n\n“Yesss!” Wilhelm wriggled where he slouched, arms spread over the ursine's\nmassive belly, idly pushing his claws against her hide. “And... and make sure you\neat, too, my ladies... you are so beautiful... you must grow bigger!”\n\n\nIt was strange, keeping up with two enormously pregnant females. He chewed\npie after pie, barely tasting any of the sweet or salty versions the pheasant and\nthe bear gently pressed to his lips. What mattered was quantity. Every bite they\ntook, chewing all too slowly, making him watch as they swallowed what seemed like\nevery crumb individually, he inhaled one himself, his gut groaning for more beneath\nhis paw. The bliss of having a gut to hold was overwhelming. He never knew it could\nbe so delightfully heavy, so taut, every churning, gurgling moment of his meal like\na little orgasm running up his spine.\n\n\n“I... I'm sorry I cannot mount either of you... but I must... know... please,\nmy maleness?” he gestured vaguely in the direction of his crotch.\n\n\nThey listened. Or, at least, Lady Versi gently gripped his length, and guided\nher heavy, round breasts down to engulf his lap. She had to lie on her side, the\nlarge lumps of her eggs shining across the bed like a strange new pile of pillows,\nevery vein across her straining flesh somehow all the more beautiful for being so,\nso tiny in comparison. He groaned, humping.\n\n\n“Be careful! The poor dear is so full! Look at his tummy. He's never\nstretched himself like this before!” Lady Irra admonished the avian even as she\nprovided a preserved date for the fox to nibble on.\n\n\n“He's bound to run out of lust and hunger soon enough! He didn't even have a\ntaste of your brew, right? He'll be fine. Let's just... enjoy ourselves, mm?” Lady\nVersi squeezed her breasts, wobbling them over Wilhelm's squirting length, making\nthe fox's eyes twitch upwards in his skull.\n\n\n“Run out? Me? I always... ohhh! Yes, please, go faster... I gotta cum...\nagain... I always... no, never run out!” Wilhelm stumbled over his words, eyes\nglued to the pheasant's spotted tits, to their liquid heaving, to the shine of his\nliquid lust pouring out and lubricating them for more fucking...\n\n\nHe did not know how long he spent mesmerized, simply cumming into her\ncleavage, occasionally nibbling on some small snack as he tried to split his\nattention between the three gloriously swelling, wonderful bellies of his life.\nWilhelm felt proud. He was nowhere near the size of the two perfect, swollen\ncreatures before him, but he made a noble effort, and it showed. There was even a\nslight bit of pink showing under his downy belly fur!\n\n\nHe did not know if he made the demand, or if his pheasant simply tired of\nproviding him with pleasure, but she rose up, and spoke to Lady Irra. The two\nlaughed, Wilhelm feeling the reverberations of his wife's booming through amniotic\nfluid, dozens of her kits, and her fattened hide. The pair, moving as carefully as\ntheir bellies would allow, laid him among some pillows like a doll, and indulged\nthemselves. Watching them eat was almost as good as any tit-fuck. The clucking,\nexcited pheasant, her speckled feathers ruffling as she shoved entire plates from\nthe table down her throat looked majestic. Next to her, Lady Irra, his beloved, his\nwonderful ursine mistress, scooped up jellied eels and honeyed nuts by the pawful,\nsauces dripping over her belly. He longed to lick her clean, then sully her fur\nwith his seed, but his tired, sore body would not respond, except for the dry\ntingle of nearly seedless orgasm pumping up his urethra.\n\n\nThey embraced, awkwardly, bellies pressed much too hard against each other.\nHis fat beauties were too big for such a maneuver; Wilhelm could just make out a\ncreak or two of straining skin, and the comical clunking of eggs against eggs,\nthrough the loud smacking and slurping of tongues as the females before him kissed\npassionately. The silver fox trembled with a mixture of pride and expectation as\nIrra dominated the bird, her muscles bulging, a paw pressing down on the swollen\negg-sack until Versi gave a choked whimper, her beak coming away from the bear's\nlips.\n\n\n“He might not be all there to make you twitch and plead and beg to burst...\nbut I know he'd love to see it!” Lady Irra rumbled with a wicked smile, giving\nWilhelm a wink.\n\n\n“I love you.” the fox breathed out, his smile a little more relaxed than he\nwould have liked it to be.\n\n\nHe just hoped the erection pulsing against his round belly was a good signal\nfor the ursine to continue. A wild thought popped into his head: what if Lady Irra\ncaused Versi to rupture now? It would be inconvenient, especially in his current\ncondition, but then, it would be a victory for the bear. Maybe, that would not be\nso bad? But, no, the pheasant's skin did not tear, and her eggs remained stubbornly\nwithin her. As full as she was, a simple bit of rough play could not end her, and\nit seemed to be all Lady Irra could stomach without his help. Wilhelm felt a sudden\nwave of disgust, before another press of the bear's heavy, clawed paw over the\npheasant's stomach made him shudder in climax.\n\n\n“Roll over, stuffed bird... let's give our boy a show...” Irra said.\n\n\nIt took a lot for them to scissor comfortably. Their thighs were too big,\ntheir buttocks too fat, and their vast, pregnant bellies far too heavy to make any\nmovement easy. Still, they managed, and the wobbling, jiggling, entrancingly slow\nresult pleased Wilhelm. It was like watching himself fucking two females. He could\nalmost feel himself hilted in a pussy. Idly, he looked down, to discover his wife's\npaw gently clenching on his dick. He melted into the sensation, eyes closing at\nlast.\n\n\nWhen he next came to, seemingly moments later, the two nobles before him were\nat their limits. Somehow, their motions had brought their bellies within the range\nof his toes, and he felt them pressing insistently against his feet with each buck\nagainst each other.\n\n\n“Pop already...” Versi hissed, eyes slits, sweat rolling off her like rain.\n“You first...” was the response.\n\n\n“You... both...” Wilhelm whispered, sitting up enough to watch the final\nmoments of their pleasure.\n\n\nHis toes were slick with their sweat, and what he guessed was his own cum.\nTheir bellies felt like a pair of metal orbs beneath his feet, so taut, and tough,\nand full. Lady Versi's eggs looked almost nonexistent, just some odd lumps on her\nfat belly. Had he merely imagined them sticking out so far from her, before? Or,\nwas it a trick of the light? He moaned, thinking of how many were fertilized by him\nnow. His wife, perhaps guessing his imaginings, pressed her belly harder against\nhis foot, moaning, her paw squeezing his length more roughly, as if to tell him to\npay more attention to her. He did, watching her mouth open wide, her ecstatic\nexpression becoming a mindless, open-mouthed mating snarl as she trembled,\nsquirting her climax. Lady Versi followed soon after, her breasts slapping against\neach other as she tried to lift herself upwards, reaching a paw to the ceiling,\nbabbling about gods. Wilhelm chuckled. Did she not know that her womb, her belly,\nfull of eggs and food and fat, was pressed up against the only god she should be\nbegging for mercy from? He was the one that made Lady Irra crueler, more demanding,\nmore resilient in her bedchamber than ever...\n\n\nThe silver fox was about to say something to that effect, when Lady Irra's\npaw working his cock drew out one spurt of cum too many, and his tongue fell\nslackly from his lips, and Wilhelm's eyes fluttered closed once more. Overdosed,\noverfed, and overstimulated, he fell unconscious among the pillows.\n\n\nHis last thought was that perhaps, this was for the best. Gods only knew what\nstupid, senseless things he did and said before he found his way into this heavenly\nscene. He did not look forward to sobering up.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The life of a Northern noble agreed with Wilhelm. Once, he was Varkude, a scruffy
orphan begging on the street. Then, he was a bandit, or at least a miserable slave
to some bandits. After his former mistress met her demise, he became a lover of a
merchant queen, a fabulously wealthy fertility goddess of a bear. Lady Irra took
him from the desert, and into a different world.

 

His first year in Vishnis was a revelation. Rakooma, for all that it was
rich, lacked much. Here, waterfalls cascaded from massive cliffs overlooking a
gigantic lake full of fish. Fields of berries and herb gardens grew seemingly
everywhere. Irra dressed him in the finest of fashions, hired tutors, and spent
countless hours with the silver fox, rubbing perfume into his fur and telling him
of his new position. As her husband, he would be a noble. It was not much more than
a title, but it came with such riches Varkude took the name of Wilhelm at their
wedding without hesitation. That night, he made love to the bear with such ferocity
that the bed broke beneath her bulk.

 

Shockingly, Wilhelm managed to impregnate the fat ursine in a couple of
years, and she swelled even larger than before. Irra waddled about their estate
with the help of a cane and a couple of servants, her breasts a pair of milk-filled
bags so big they threatened to tip her over, even as her belly grew taut and round,
the fat within it now competing with her womb for space. The fox could hardly
believe his eyes, and though his lust only increased as she blossomed into a true
image of fertility, gravid with his kits, he worried. Not about the children, of
course. Years of luxury could not bring such feelings to Wilhelm. Like a well-fed
snake, he was satisfied for now, the ruin he brought to Rakooma fresh in his mind,
but eventually, he would need more. Would his wife play her part in his lustful
schemes, if she was distracted by her spawn?

 

Fortunately, Lady Irra herself brought it up one evening while they lay in
her enormous, four-poster bed. She complained that she was not ready for the
responsibilities that came with motherhood. She longed for more pleasurable nights
feeding her milk to her fox, rutting until morning, not wasting her youth on
breeding. And then she told Wilhelm something incredible.
The Northerns had magic. Nothing too miraculous, the bear assured him as she
held his head to her breast and Wilhelm gently rubbed what he could reach of her
tremendous gut. But, there was a certain simple spell, that once cast, would delay
and slow her pregnancy. It was old magic, powerful yet safe, and she assured him it
would serve them well if he learned it. Then, they could extend their fun for a
decade or two.

 

“And in that time you could... burst a few bitches with me.” she whispered
into his ear, bringing his cock to erection in the blink of an eye.


After a couple of years living with him, she too learned to manipulate and
seduce. Wilhelm could not be prouder. His efforts did more than grow her figure.
The brown-furred bear filled with lust for size, for pressure, for the self-destructive, gory ends the silver fox enjoyed. In many ways, she was the perfect
willing accomplice. And, better than that, a willing victim.

 

The spell proved easy to learn. Wilhelm cast it on Irra every month as he
measured her with a piece of twine, thrilled at her progression. In five years, she
eclipsed every creature the fox ever had the pleasure of seeing. She was a
mountain, her belly a veined dome that rose higher than Wilhelm was tall, its apex
marked by a thick knot of a reddened navel. Humping against that stretched belly
button brought the fox to climax more than once upon the night of their
anniversary, his seed running into her tremendous, wobbling cleavage creating shiny
rivers over her stretch-marks.

 

“You are the biggest... the most swollen... Sibada, Aisha, that bloated
whore... you've made them all specks to me.” he gasped down at her, hips still
thrusting.

 

“Oh, Wilhelm... if you hadn't fucked so much of it into me tonight, I'd say
you wasted your seed...” Irra panted up at him, and rolled over just enough to
deposit her husband next to her bulk.


“Nothing is wasted on your belly, my love.” Wilhelm chuckled, kissing her
side.


“Flatterer. In a couple of weeks, there will be a ball. I had the dress
altered, to show off my girth at the first proper ball with my husband... and that
gave me some ideas. Perhaps, we could do something a little more risky.”
Wilhelm's ears perked up, and he licked his lips with an evil grin. Irra
laughed.


“Even after six times, you're still eager, my fox? Very well. But, before you
fuck my brains out and make me pass out, I must tell you about Lady Versi. Once,
long ago, we were taught by the same teachers, and even, briefly, we had a little
fun together... but that's not about that. I heard from a friend of a friend...
that she's as egg-filled as a dozen hens. That pheasant sounds like precisely the
sort of creature that no one would notice... succumbing to her vices.”
It was tempting. Avians were rare in Rakooma, and the idea of his wife
helping to bring a new victim to him made him shiver with the delightful vileness
of it all. How much had changed. And, how little! In an instant, he went from
admiration for the ursine's gravid state to a cold, cruel estimation of her ability
to endure him. Eventually, a decade from tonight, or maybe even sooner, she would
want to birth her young. And then, their fun would end. Could he live the rest of
his days knowing Lady Irra only helped him burst a couple of lovers? No, he needed
more. And, whether he liked it or not, he was letting his edge grow rusty living in
the soft, isolated cradle the bear created for him.


She wanted to show off and indulge the perversions he gave her, and he wanted
more than that by far.


“She sounds perfect, my love. We could spend a few wonderful, sinful evenings
together. And then... well, you did say she was full of eggs. Delaying the
inevitable, just like you are.” he ran a claw over her flank, through the groove of
a stretchmark, over a heavy, root-like vein running over her belly.
She contained three dozen kits now, by his estimation. They were all stuck at
a mere two months old, thanks to the minor magic he used, but if he were to cast
the spell improperly, their development could be allowed to accelerate. It would
not take her very long to reach her limit, then. Once he saw what Lady Versi looked
like, he could time things properly, let the pair develop at the same leisurely
rate. Then, once he had them both in his clutches, he would take his time enjoying
their rupturing. It would be amusing to be a rich widower.


“You are thinking about me bursting, you perverted monster, aren't you?” Lady
Irra growled down at the small male.


She knew him too well.


“I-uh-not-”


“I've lived with you for half-a-decade. I've listened to all your stories. I
lived through some of those stories! There's no point in denying it. It's like
breathing for you. Your eyes light up like two hell-embers whenever you get the
itch.” she shook her head.


“It makes me want to hump you until you suffocate in my breasts and drown in
my milk.” she finally admitted.


It was strange to have her be so complicit in her own ruin. Perhaps, years of
lust and gluttony simply burned out what little inhibition she possessed. Or, he
was far more twisted than he ever allowed himself to be, and when she learned from
him, she picked up some hidden, self-destructive need in his own soul. Whatever the
reason, she was eager to play his game even knowing that he plotted against her. It
almost made him hesitate. Almost.


Wilhelm made a promise to himself, then and there. If Lady Irra survived
their fun with Lady Versi, he would be her loving husband. Until then, however, he
would live every moment expecting to feel her tough, ursine hide split beneath his
paw-pads. It was a fair gamble, he assured himself, because surely, if she wanted
to stay intact all she had to do was make that pheasant burst before her own belly
gave.


VVV


Watching and eagerly expecting another creature to loudly and wetly split
open may not have been on Wilhelm's mind for a few years, but that did not mean he
remained entirely idle. When his pregnant wife focused on her mercantile work, the
silver fox practiced a different sort of craft.


It was not uncommon for nobles, even this far North, to have favorite
servants. Ever since he took in the twin skunks, Gerd and Seth, to pull the wagon
of his doomed fennec lover, Wilhelm found himself enjoying their company. It was
not just loyalty. The twins were eager to endure much for pleasure. Tug a wagon all
day for the privilege of fucking a glistening egg-sack of a desert fox? The pair
drooled at the prospect. Swallow down barrels of beer so Wilhelm could watch them
slosh about as they walked in exchange for a quick blowjob? Gerd and Seth nearly
burst their stomachs trying to drink more than the other. The more he tested them,
the more the silver fox found their desperation agreeing with him.


For a time, he thought Irra and him would cause the pair to self-destruct. It
would just be severing another tie to Rakooma. But, there was always tomorrow,
until the skunk twins were a fixture in the estate, seen by nearly everyone and
known by name.


It was hard to miss them. Weighing nearly a ton between the two of them, Gerd
and Seth's black-and-white-furred forms wobbled with every labored breath. Even
from a distance, their bellies looked taut, stretch-marks marring the perfectly
matched domes. A small gaggle of maids and servants followed them everywhere.
Wilhelm personally selected those eager souls to reward the bloated skunks. Control
was the key to dealing with males, even males that wanted to please him. A
momentary slip could leave more scars on Wilhelm's coat, or worse, if some loving,
devoted slut working Gerd's or Seth's dick put the wrong thoughts in their heads.
The silver fox also let a rumor spread that those serving the skunk twins could
occasionally earn their way into the bedroom of the mistress and master of the
estate, forever trapping the two males in a swarm of ass-kissers trying to climb
up.


Over time, the skunks became a sort of decoration for Wilhelm and Irra.
Though the wife and husband have not left the estate in five years, they invited
plenty of people to dine with them and share their bedchamber. The twins were
positioned, each at one end of a feasting table, laying naked, belly-up on the
expensive silk tablecloth, acting as receptacles for everything delicious the
guests did not want to eat. They never complained, no matter how stretched their
guts grew, and Wilhelm found it amusing to watch the nobles around them betting on
how soon they would suffer some dire fate. In truth, there was no risk to the
twins. Wilhelm steered the worst sadists among the guests away from their open,
panting mouths, and instead directed them to the twin, pulsing cocks. The skunks
would squirm from the occasional smack or a rough pawing, but remain unhurt. Few
creatures could bring themselves to so much as dig a claw-tip into such
magnificent, plump lengths, especially knowing that after dinner, Gerd and Seth
would be free to take a lover.


Hiding his own desires behind orgies and harmless torments of the fat skunks
had its charm. But, now that he was in a different mood, looking forward to meeting
with Lady Versi, Wilhelm decided it was time to put his favorites to work. He
walked into their bedroom, the two lying atop the bed snoring like a pair of hogs,
utterly stuffed from last night, and brought a paw to rest on Gerd's stomach. The
slightly older skunk had a little scar next to his nearly herniated navel.
“Hrm?” he opened an eye, and pushed a paw against the soft chest of his
brother, waking him up as well.


“Master? What do you wish of us?” Seth spoke up first, doing his best to
spread his legs and show off his hard prick for the fox, no doubt hoping for some
attention.


“I am glad to see the two of you enjoying the rewards of your loyalty, but I
cannot help thinking about our time with Aisha. The fennec was a sight to behold,
was she not?” Wilhelm said, licking his lips and grinning as if he were conspiring
with the pair.


“She was a sweet one... uff... a perfect fuck... and such a belly... no finer
bitch than a pregnant bitch...” Gerd nodded, and Seth sighed, scratching his flank.
“Indeed.” the silver fox chuckled.


He let his paw run down Gerd's gut, and settle on the fat skunk's thigh, as
if by accident.


“How would you like to enjoy another like her? Or, even better, several like
her, with no risk of falling prey to a plague?” Wilhelm asked.


“Gods, we'd kill for that!” the answer from Seth was instantaneous, and
whatever objection Gerd had, a firm paw on his cock-head kept him quiet for the
moment.


“Glad you said so... because the only way I know to get you the sort of big,
taut gal belly you want would get all three of us hung for murder... now, I know
what you will say...”


It was easy. Between tutoring in the noble arts and sciences, and his grasp
of the skunks' perversion, convincing them that this was a return to his old ways
took mere moments. Telling them that they were his most trusted, his favorite, his
utterly irreplaceable servants, and only they could select the perfect victims for
him was a little more difficult. They knew his darker side well. Mercy and love
were lies on his tongue and nothing more. So, he invented reasons why Lady Irra
would be upset, why no other servant on the estate could know, and a dozen other,
more plausible falsehoods which he peppered in among the compliments and
flirtation.


“So, we pick 'em after we fuck 'em, and you make them all round and tight for
us... and then... what?” Gerd growled from where he lay, the silver fox's paw idly
playing with his glans.


“They will be all yours until I need them. And since I won't need them for a
few weeks yet, you'll have a veritable little harem in your home until then.
Finally, this place will have bellies other than yours in it... no offense to your
perfection, but it does get a little dull only even humping two guts for years...
well, three if you count my dear wife... but you know, I grow tired of her... and I
can see a pair of skunks at my side as I mourn her demise in a year or two.”
Wilhelm whispered, drawing close, letting them feel his weight on their bed, the
heat of his arousal pressing against Seth's legs through his pants.


The naked skunks shuddered, giggling between themselves. As far as they knew,
the good times were here. And, in a way, they were. For his little scheme, Lord
Wilhelm needed the twins to gather several drugged-up, swollen males and females.
They would all be the forgettable trash always seeking to get close to the merchant
queen and her husband, or else whores hired by the silver fox, their disappearances
unremarkable even in peaceful Vishnis. More importantly, they would need to be
fattened for a while. Wilhelm did not yet know precisely what he would do, but he
remembered the stew he made for Sibada all those years ago. If there was a better
way to have Irra and Versi compete than by sharing a cannibalistic meal of all his
warm-up victims, the fox could not imagine it!


“Now, remember, my soft, round boys... I need the finest. Big breasts, big
rumps, big dicks... hourglass figures and youthful hides. They'll stretch the best
before they pop. As you two should know. You've nearly burst a couple of times,
no?” he winked to Gerd with a laugh.


“We can't refuse... ooo, keep doin' that, oh gods... can we?” Seth's cock
twitched and spurted when Wilhelm grasped it, and a few brisk motions had the bigbellied skunk clenching his toes.
“As if you would! I can tell the way you two look at your lovers sometimes.
Like you want to see them full of sin worms, or at least full to bursting!”
He could tell they agreed with him. The idea pleased them immensely. If they
had any ideas of resisting his touch, or rejecting his offer, those were buried
beneath years of debauchery and one-night-stands orchestrated by their fox patron.
“Of course, you can refuse. Know this, however: the two of you will die
drinking liquefied fat, utterly at my mercy, bigger than any male I ever had burst
for my pleasure.” he watched their bellies quake, not in fear, but in submissive
release, his paws becoming wet with skunk seed.


They did not need to know that this promised consequence was, as far as
Wilhelm was concerned, a foregone conclusion. They were only slightly better than
Sibada's band of robbers, a pair of perverted, fat males living off the wealth of
others, and in the end, it was the silver fox's right to watch them burst open like
casks of wine, unleashing all those pounds of overburdened guts in a flood. Why,
pleasuring them instead of just forcing them to split open was mercy!


VVV


Lady Irra grew impatient with him. His planning and plotting took him away
from her often enough for the massively pregnant bear to take notice.
“Had I known how little attention I would get in the time before the ball, I
never would have told you about that bird egg-sack!” she rumbled down at her
diminutive husband when he walked in.


Lust was her master, just as much as any creature Wilhelm considered his.
And, predictably, her attachment to his cock and her need to see herself as his
were easy to kindle into jealousy. The trick, he found, was in balancing jealousy,
love, and a need to please him.


“My love, I was merely preparing the way for our fun... we would not want
Lady Versi to last a mere night or two, would we? Buying the appropriate drugs,
finding the right servants, and securing all the finest foods in the land takes
time.” he informed her, drawing close to her where she sat upon a stone slab she
used as a bench.


Nothing could withstand her weight now that was not reinforced with metal or
rock. Her ass alone could crack apart the strongest wood into splinters, flatten
cushions into sheets, and bend delicate metalwork like melted wax. Her ass alone
could also crack his pelvis in half. The danger, of course, was worth it. Wilhelm
approached, resting a paw across her rump, barely encompassing half of a single
buttock with his arm.


“But, I am sorry. I am your fox. And I cannot let myself grow distant from
you, not now.” he leaned in, looking up at her hopefully, for the moment as
innocently horny as a teenager.


She forgave him readily. Or, at least, the fulfillment he dangled before her
was enough to counter her irritation with him. He slowly went around her, admiring
the curve of her belly, its bulk hanging down nearly to the floor, shivering
slightly with every breath. He gently leaned down, and planted a kiss on her right
breast, his tongue touching the edge of an areola. Irra let him know her approval
with a heavy paw slamming his face into her tit with enough force to stagger the
vulpine. If he was not prepared, he would have come away from that with a
nosebleed. Thankfully, at her current size, every movement more effortful than
breathing or eating was accompanying by a grunt, a growl, or a heavy, shuddering
intake of air. He braced against her stomach, his belly and crotch gently pressing
into her, and opened his mouth as the breast-meat engulfed his head. Clamping onto
a nipple from there was easy. It was thick, dripping with sweet-smelling milk, and
the perfect target to make her groan like she was bursting already. A swirl of his
tongue, a gentle sucking, and just the hint of sharp teeth; that was the trick to
maneuvering Lady Irra for a fuck.


The bear's thighs shook, her belly shoving up against his hard cock, as if
begging for him to plunge right in. For a time, that was possible. Irra's navel did
grow deep with her fattening, but the addition of several pregnancies demolished
any possibility of doing more than humping against the lump of her belly button. As
pleasurable as that was, tonight that was not his target. He nursed from her for a
while, drinking deep of her growing milk reserves, his mind whirling with thoughts
of just how huge her tits would get, by the time the children were ready to birth.
He ran eager paws over her belly, caressing her bulk. Finally, his paws found her
breasts, and pushed on them just enough to increase the flow of milk, and let her
know he needed air.


“You should... eep! Don't bite me, you wicked fox! You should cast the spell
again. I want you in me tonight...” Lady Irra whispered what he wanted to hear,
pulling her paw away from his head, and resting it on his shoulder.


If she wanted to, she could swallow him whole. By all rights, he was her toy
from the beginning. And, in moments like this, it was bliss to let go and be her
toy. He rubbed his cheek against her arm, smiling in pleasure only slightly
exaggerated for her benefit. His member pulsed harder against her gut as he placed
a paw atop it, right between her massive tits. This time, the spell would be
different. It would contain her offspring, of course, and strengthen the previous
enchantment. But, it would no longer restrict growth and development. If she was to
compete against a female that spent far, far longer letting herself grow full of
young, it was only fair. And, besides, thought Wilhelm, it would be good to feel a
little movement from her immense womb once in a while. Just a sweet, sinful
reminder of their time in Rakooma, the silver fox thought, his smile momentarily
cruel, his eyes flashing cold fire.


“The scheme has you pent-up, too?” his wife asked, trying to see his prick
over more belly than even a creature her size should sport.


He nodded with a needy whine. She was a masterpiece. Sibada was his first,
and Irra easily outdid her in every way, her stomach ballooned to a veined moon,
yet coated in just enough fur to suggest she could grow larger still. Aisha, though
he certainly loved the way the fennec's gut grew red and shiny, could not compete
with the tautness of a true pregnancy, or its healthy, abundant glow. Everything
about Lady Irra was just right.


Which meant, of course, that what he planned had to be carried out. Varkude
or Wilhelm, looking at and feeling such perfection beneath his paw-pads was
temptation beyond his ability to deny any longer.


“The spell... it's ready, my love. Please, won't you let me take you from
behind?”


Let whoever wanted to do so watch! Nakedness on the estate was no crime, and
in the right circles, even the sort of wild rutting Wilhelm and Irra engaged in was
mundane. The bear, overburdened with young to a delicious degree, slowly stood up,
stretching with a growl, thrusting out her belly for the fox to lavish with more
kisses, before unceremoniously flopping herself down onto the ground. On her knees,
her belly extended more than seven feet from her, and the silver fox had to hop out
of the way of that orb wobbling forward, its sloshing contents heaving and lurching
from the impact.


“My sweet! You mustn't do that!” he admonished, playfully slapping the
ursine's swollen middle, before completing his circle around her to end up back at
her buttocks.


That tiny tail, even smaller than compared against the sheer size of her
jiggling ass, twitched in a weak attempt at a wag. He approached slowly, letting
his hardness rest in the immense cleavage of her cheeks, rubbing against them.
Drinking in the fertility goddess before him could take all night, if he let it.
Every bit of adipose, every stretchmark, every stray vein... they told him stories
of feasts and nights just like this.


“You love it when I risk splitting open, silly fox. If I didn't do that,
would you be as hard now?” Lady Irra rumbled an answer, shoving her rump up against
him, pressing her belly into the dirt even more.


“You should... eat more... now...” he panted, his dick begging to sink into
her pussy and be done with it.


“And spoil my appetite for dinner?” she asked, a claw-tip resting on her
bottom lip, her smile entirely too wide for even the pretense of confusion.
“Spoil... nothing!” Wilhelm found himself snarling, pulling apart her massive
buttocks, his hips thrusting, seeking to sink deep into her. “You'll eat and eat
and eat until you're fit to burst, my love, and when you are... oh gods... when you
are...”


Even after all their time together, the folds of her pussy lips were hot
bliss. He gave up speech, his growls matching his thrusts. The wetness spilling
from her, splashing between his legs, made him think of that overfilled whore he
watched burst while fucking on a balcony. It was almost enough to push him over the
edge then and there. The fox held on. Pleasure like this had to be stretched out,
every moment savored. Especially when he knew it would not last.


Irra, her chest heaving about and slapping her gut, shrieked and moaned her
pleasure to the sky. Eventually, her fat frame got the best of her, and she did
call out for food to be brought. It was a small snack, a mere prelude to her later
gorging: a few pounds of fruit, seeds and pits removed, drizzled in honey, some
expensive gingerbread covered in chocolate, cheese, and a decanter of sherry. The
servants that brought it, out of breath and quite obviously repulsed by the girth
of their mistress, kept their distance until she impatiently roared for them to put
the plates down on the ground by her side. Wilhelm could not help but sneer. The
little twigs would never know how wonderful the bear felt. In fact, if they


disapproved so much, a nasty thought slithered into his mind, perhaps they would
not be missed...


Irra snorted, grabbing pawfuls of food, juices running down her chin, over
her throat, and into her her cleavage, before joining the sweat over her belly.
Wilhelm felt her every swallow as he humped, like a muffled sign of another male
taking her from the front. His thrusts sped up, the silver fox whimpering, eyes
rolling up in his head from the sensation of plunging into such a filled womb, from
her feasting and debauchery. Release came too soon. His seed spurted into her
depths with pathetic squelches, nothing compared to the mighty splashes of wine
that escaped her maw to splatter her tits.


“BRING US SOME APHRODISIACS! NOW!” Lady Irra roared, throwing the crystal
decanter over her head to shatter on a cobbled path.


“Thank you, my love... I must go again... you have to grow larger...” her
husband panted, still thrusting, trying to keep the mating going.
This time, at least, the servants that appeared seemed less squeamish. A
hedgehog maid with downright bovine breast-meat wobbling in her dress and a skinny,
nearly naked otter gal approached their lord and lady in turn, offering familiar
candies and drinks. Every year, Lady Irra paid a small fortune to have her favorite
mixtures brought from the desert. Rakooma may have joined other ruined cities, but
its neighbors picked up the mercantile slack, and the familiar heat of aphrodisiac
sweets on his tongue had Wilhelm's dick hard and spurting, begging for more. The
slight deadening of feeling was a small price to pay for satisfying his bear and
pushing her closer to another pregnancy.


VVV


Gerd could hardly believe his luck. His twin, Seth, spotted the marmot among
their usual lot of whores, her breasts and fat, slightly sagging belly a rich,
golden yellow that drew the eye. She was perfect for what their master wanted. It
was a simple matter to trick her into utter dependence on her skunk patrons. A few
drugs from their own stash, a promise of favors and pleasures from Lord Wilhelm,
and she was like glue. As the days wore on, the brothers made it their mission to
fuck and stuff the rodent into a nearly-spherical shape, even forgoing their own
meals to make sure she had enough to keep her belly taut.


Elsa took to this change in her life with giddy excitement. Gerd and Seth
made sure to never speak about their plans for her within earshot, but she was not
stupid. She knew they grew hard and eager for her whenever she stuffed her face, or
swayed, dizzy from wine and opium. Her appetites deepened without a single spoken
command. In a mere week, she grew nearly as big as them, then, slowly, painfully,
bigger.


Neither skunk would say it, but the marmot lacked elasticity. Her yellowfurred belly hide showed many stretchmarks and ugly clumps of veins, new bruises
forming every day, her overeating and constant exertions of lust taking their toll
much, much too quickly. Aisha the fennec, their goddess, was triple that size when
they met her! Elsa did not complain, but the grunts and whimpers as she did her
best to satisfy the brothers with her ass or suck them off while practically
straddling her massive gut told them the time was fast approaching for a final
moment of pleasure.


They called Wilhelm over. The silver fox arrived with the servant in tow,
smiling benevolently to his handsome skunks before taking a seat at the foot of
their bed.


“I saw your efforts when I came in. You have the poor dear trying to fit on a
tiny couch. Not a very comfortable place for such a majestic belly, I'm afraid. No
wonder she is close to breaking. She's cracked the frame beyond repair, and I think
she has taken to chewing on the armrest when her guts trouble her.” Wilhelm
chuckled.


“Is she what you wanted? We can find more, after...” Seth offered.


“I don't know if we are cut out for it, though! We can't control her in any
way. Just the other day, she ate an entire pumpkin all by herself. I swore I heard
her skin ripping, but she just kept chewing, cracking seeds between her teeth, as
if nothing was wrong.” Gerd huffed.


Gerd thought of himself as the cautious twin. Seth wanted more. More food,
more drugs, more sex, more, more, more. He would have died of overindulgence long
ago, if Gerd had not kept pace, saving his brother's life by taking on some of that
burden. Elsa was beyond such steering, and Gerd was simply too fat to waddle around
and make her do what he wanted.


“Do not concern yourselves, friends. You have done a splendid job here. All I
ask is for you to keep working on the craft.” the vulpine's benevolent smile looked
like a demonic mask for a moment, his eyes closed in bliss.


Gerd was sure their master imagined the marmot's sides splitting, her hide
tearing and her innards spilling to break on the floor.


“You've held her back long enough for me. I will enjoy her today. You will
watch. Your reward for good service. Next time, I expect a harem.” Wilhelm said,
standing up and leaving before Gerd could think of a response, his brother lying on
the bed, lost in his own fantasies.


Gerd chuckled. It was time to take a big, long draw on the hookah. When the
whores came, Seth and him would have to pick out enough beauties to satisfy the
fox, and the more addled their brains for the task, the better. After all, that was
how they planned to enjoy every gory end they helped bring about.


“Come on, Seth, gulp down some smoke. We've got a show to watch!” he nudged
his twin, grinning at the way his soft bulk wobbled about.


Gerd did not know what Wilhelm did to his victims. He suspected that charm,
concentrated aphrodisiacs, and copious amounts of food were the secret of his
success, but from what he saw of Elsa's development, it was more than that. Growing
larger, even sickened by her meal, the marmot became more demanding, stubborn, and
at times even a bully when she thought she could get away with it.


When the fox returned in less than an hour, Elsa holding his paw and panting
like a tea kettle, her churning gut bigger than ever, the difference was stunning.
She let him lead the way, her slackly open mouth barely forming a smile, a speck of
saliva on her fat lips threatening to dribble down her chin. Her heavy breasts,
golden as ever, were covered in kisses and love-bites, the fur disturbed just
enough to suggest Wilhelm enjoyed her chest as much as Gerd and Seth suspected he
would. She never let them do much more than touch her tits!


“My dear, these brutes mistreated you terribly. But, do not worry. Your
torment is at an end. I am here to give you the greatest pleasure of your life.
Merely do your best to stay on your paws and knees, right there, to give these
pathetic males a good show. Wouldn't want them making the same mistakes with
another lady of your quality.” Wilhelm whispered, loudly enough for both skunks to
hear.


Elsa giggled, a breathless, wheezing sound. Her belly must have squeezed the
air right out of her on every breath, the sheer fullness of her gut pressing
upwards. It was a miracle she was not green in the face and moaning for medicine. A
creature of her size, in her predicament, could well beg for a funeral by now,
thought Gerd. Her belly barely moved, the sack full of food making sad, gurgling
noises before her as she walked. Every step shook her calves, thighs, and ass, not
to mention the floor, and the stretchmarks tearing their way from her unnervingly
flattened navel expanded, shining pink and red. Gerd found himself wondering what
it was she swallowed for the fox, to grow so large, and how she could do so within
the time Wilhelm was alone with her. But, he was not about to spoil whatever magic
kept the rodent docile and happy.


She wobbled down onto the floor before the bed, shoving a chair out of the
way with a slap of her paw. Her stomach flared out before her, the tortured hide
creaking, the marmot's tits slapping over it. She quieted their movements with an
arm, and tried to settle down as Lord Wilhelm told her to. It was as futile to have
her on her paws and knees as to have her touch her toes, but still, she gave it her
all, grunting, forcing her stomach to bulge out to the sides grotesquely, painful
marks over her hide spreading up, nearly to her back. At last, she was ass-up, legs
spread as wide as they could be for the fox, her arms shoved under nearly a ton of
tit-meat, her belly a red-purple sphere jutting out behind her. Even on tip-toes,
it was a precarious position, the marmot nearly rolling over onto her side every
time she took a breath.


“Well done, my dear. You truly are a vision of excess, an aching beauty that
has me on the verge of eruption...” Wilhelm chuckled, approaching her rear,
unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.


Gerd could not help but give a snort of amusement, which he quickly hid
behind a mouthful of sweet bun when the fox's eyes darted to him in irritation.
“I...ugh... I don't feel so good, my lord... I might not... be able to
hold... this pose... for you...oh...” she gasped, belches escaping her, along with
muffled, meaty squelches of her pussy.


She could not hold herself together, let alone the pose! Gerd and Seth
watched, mesmerized, as a swift demise approached the whore. Wilhelm seemed to
saunter up, his hard prick not much more than half the thickness of theirs. And
yet, when he sank into her, buttocks clenching, her strangled cry was far louder
than any noise the skunks ever elicited. The vulpine noble made love to the marmot
with slow, deliberate thrusts, his claws sunk into her ass, keeping her where he
wanted her, never wavering or holding back. His eyes were on the space between her
shoulder blades, where her straining hide seemed to be suffering least. He seemed
to be keeping himself from looking down her back, to her wide, wobbling sides,
which were beginning to weep blood, even as sweat oozed down and wiped it away.
“My lord... oh gods... my lord... I can't... I-I-” her voice grew highpitched, desperate, more of a whine, her head thrusting up from where it lay atop
her meaty pillows.


There was a splash. Gerd's eyes widened, his own erection bobbing, hard as a
rock, spurting. The marmot's long-suffering underbelly acquired a split, from her
nonexistent belly button, and up, like slice toward her crotch. The fox kept
drilling her pussy, pushing in, which only widened the gash. The rodent gurgled an
incoherent plea past blood-and-food mash frothing up between her lips. Another
creature would have stopped, transfixed by Elsa's destruction. Wilhelm's predatory
grin merely widened, his thrusts growing harder. He came into her, and her belly
split, releasing a wave of ruptured, twitching organs. Sweat, blood, stomach acid,
and other, impossible to identify fluids spilled from her shuddering, undone ruin
of gut. In a long, orgasm-inducing moment, the marmot did her best to shove her fat
rump up against the silver fox, her last act in life to rut. Her breath left her as
a bubbling sigh, and the overfed, overfilled marmot went limp, her belly emptying
totally out onto the floor as her full weight crashed upon its sundered swell.
Wilhelm withdrew, quickly buttoning up his pants, wiping away the worst of
the blood, before turning to his minions. Gerd wondered if this was it. The fox
could have them both burst for his pleasure, right now, and all the skunk could do
was scream for more, too high and too horny to defend himself. Wilhelm sighed,
gesturing to the still-shivering pile of dead marmot on the floor, her pussy
spilling juices to join her broken guts.


“She was excellent. You are not very careful, but you do good work. I hope
you enjoyed the show.” he said, nodding appreciatively. “Remember: get me a harem
to enjoy, if you want to see more.”


“And if we don't, you'll kill us?” Seth asked, smoke puffing from his lips.
“Shut up, lardball!” Gerd slapped his twin's chest with a paw, before looking
back at their master. “Please, my brother, we're-”


“It is a good question, Seth. I could threaten to punish you for failing me.
But, instead, I promise to only ever bring you pleasure. You will receive more
pleasure if you succeed, of course, but I would never forget your past service,
merely because you were unable to satisfy me once.”


It was extraordinary how swiftly the murderous gleam disappeared from the
silver fox's face. Like changing a mask, thought Gerd.


“Now, I see the two of you are practically cumming, just lying there,
soooo... who wants me to finish them off, first?” Wilhelm laughed, throwing a
blanket over the marmot's corpse.


Gerd wondered, his mind swimming with bliss, if he would feel as giggly about
the vulpine's words without the drugs. Not that it mattered, of course. Wilhelm
needed them. And he was even willing to suck them off. The skunk twins would be
safe for a good few years, even in this monster's den.


VVV


The ball was, just as Wilhelm suspected, not much of an event. Northern
nobility loved their dancing and fashion, but the sort of creatures Lady Irra
invited were not about to do anything more interesting than a slow shuffle. Like
her, these were wealthy people from wealthy families. They did as little as they
could get away with, and they could get away with doing nothing at all. It made the
most active of them pleasantly plump, cushioning their muscles and bones with just
enough fat to entice the fox's eyes to linger. The least active, meanwhile, made
Wilhelm hungry in a different way. Even having fucked that marmot into the floor
until she split her seams, the fox fantasized about big, floor-slapping guts
growing taut, tightening, and finally rupturing for him. It was, Wilhelm guessed,
much like any other hunger: it could be whetted with a fine appetizer, but would
require much, much more to be satisfied.


“How shallow. This is what I left behind when I came to Rakooma. How could I
think I would return to this, after I lived through so much? You can see now why I
hesitated for five years...” Lady Irra growled next to Wilhelm, her paw on his
shoulder.


“You seemed to enjoy the company of some of these fine nobles at more...
private events on our estate.” the fox replied, smiling at the crowd around them,
mentally marking a tally of which ones he would want most.


“That is the problem. How many of these, these sinners do you see dancing?
Two? Four? This isn't a ball. It's a bit of fancy music to hide their depravity, to
make it seem like they're better than rutting beasts, while they steal glances at
each other and decide who will and won't be invited to an orgy later.” the brownfurred bear scratched at her dress, the elegant pearl embroidery stretched quite
badly over her breasts.


At least, her belly had no discomfort. The dressmakers ultimately settled on
leaving it bare, its vast swell bordered by glittering ruby-and-pearl flowers.
Wilhelm could not help but approve of the design. It was in every way superior to
the elaborate lengths many other ladies at the ball went to hide the size of their
middles.


“You would have us rip our clothes off now, to save time.” Wilhelm chuckled,
kissing her paw. “It would be a fine display to liven up the musicians' lives. They
seem so bored. It is no wonder this never took off in the South.”


“Our first ball together, and it goes like this...” sighed Irra.


“Well, you know I did not come here to dance.” Wilhelm said with an
encouraging wink. “Meeting Lady Versi will rescue this night and catapult it into
my cherished memories, a dream of eternal bliss. I assure you, my love”
It was easy to come up with flowery words in this place. He heard snippets of
insipid love poems, philosopher's quotations, and impenetrable attempts to discuss
the world's mysteries here and there. Pretension and pretense dominated the ball
more than any dance could.


“Oh, stop that.” Lady Irra, perhaps because of her previous experiences among
the nobles, seemed entirely immune to the charms of their theatrical presentations,
but at least she smiled.


They met a few of Irra's friends, Wilhelm staying quiet, playing the toy
husband, a foppish pervert that got lucky. It was no different from playing a
beggar. Looking small, pathetic, and unworthy even of standing before them, the fox
could examine them to his heart's content. He passed the time privately designing
ways to destroy them. The pie merchant beaver could use a few tons of his pies
shoved down his gullet for bragging about mixing bark into the flour, as if
everyone buying the stuff were one of his sort! The lazy fox that smelled of
tobacco and weed needed desperately to be filled with delicious herbs until he
developed cracks just like his ornate pipe. Those skunk twins, their plump rumps
exaggerated beyond all reason by their dresses, simply had to meet Wilhelm's
minions, if it would not bankrupt him to feed all four...


At last, he saw Lady Versi approach. The reason for her lateness, it would
seem, had something to do with a combination of her gait and her dress. The
material, no doubt bought at great expense, tore over her stomach. It must have
taken some effort for her servants to rescue the gown, hastily tucking away torn
threads and sewing what they could to reinforce it from further damage. Here and
there, tiny needle marks appeared between downy, speckled feathers, her pink skin
marred by every mistake they made. It was a crime against such perfection. Eggs
protruded from her, jostling for space within her tight womb, bulging from her hide
as lump, obvious even from where Wilhelm stood. It was clear, also, that her burden
was far from easy. She walked bow-legged, nearly squeezing her gut with her knees,
both feathered arms on her belly in a protective hug. Her servants, trying to seem
inconspicuous, lingered about her, holding a sash beneath the heavy egg-sack the
pheasant made of herself. How she could approach the size of his bear, Wilhelm
could not imagine, especially with such a skinny frame: her tits, while certainly
as big as melons, should have been much, much larger, and her limbs were
practically stick-like! There was no doubt that she lacked a rump worth looking at.


“She is certainly... surprisingly skinny.” Wilhelm whispered.


“For being as full of eggs as she is, anyway.” Lady Irra chuckled. “I had no
idea she went this far. The bird is more egg than meat! We simply must fatten her
up.”


“I couldn't agree more.” the silver fox nodded.


Once the bear got her attention, the pheasant hen approached a little faster.
Wilhelm's ears picked up a strange sound as she walked. Like a heavy, barely-there
clunk of two very, very solid objects. No, more than two: it was as if someone were
carrying a bag of expensive ivory billiard balls. Lady Versi was so heavy with
eggs, he could hear the internal movements of those eggs grinding and smacking
against each other with every step! It was a miracle she laid none of them simply
by spreading her legs. The weight of a single one must have been more than most
creatures could hold on to.


“I haven't... oof... seen you in a while, Irra” she said, huskily, eyeing
Lady Irra's belly with interest.


There was no hint of idle curiosity in her black eyes. The mottled brown-andyellow hen lusted after that belly. The fox could practically smell her arousal and
hear it in her voice.


“Lady Versi, I cannot believe how you've... grown.” the ursine blushed,
raising a fan she nearly squeezed to death up to flap at her ample bosom.
“It would seem we are both quite proud of our development.” the pheasant
giggled, discreetly wiping her brow, then looking across at the fox. “How wonderful
to meet you, Lord Wilhelm. Irra has excellent taste in males, and it would seem
that under your paw, she has truly blossomed. You simply must tell me your secrets!
I do so love to indulge, but you see, the eggs, they take a toll, and I was never a
very plump bird...”


The silver fox nearly drooled on his gilded coat as Lady Versi described her
plight. She was, she said, a mistress of the local culinary school. Her expertise
in the preparation of all manner of dishes earned her much praise, and hundreds of
admirers. She longed for more. The pheasant rose to control the school, and
indulged her every desire. Rather than safely dispose of her eggs, she made sure to
fertilize and keep each one within her womb. These increased her pleasure, she
confided to her old friend and her husband, the stretching of her skin and the
jostling of shell against shell multiplying her pleasure. She became certain that
if she could but gain weight, as well, her bliss would be endless.


“I know, it is mad. But, I couldn't help it. First, I held in one egg,
unfertilized, while I rode a male... then two, grown a little... and now, dozens!
And it felt better and better every time!” she giggled, eyes wide, spreading her
arms to show off her immense pregnancy.


“I could see a way to... improve your weight gain. Some old desert tricks
that I'm sure you haven't heard of.” Wilhelm said.


Lady Irra, meanwhile, looked worried. The silver fox at her side gave no sign
that he noticed. He was too busy caressing the pheasant's eggs through her skin,
admiring the way her lumpy womb shivered with her breathing, the way veins across
it pulsed. This was working out even better than he could have imagined. He
recalled the cuts of marmot meat sitting in a cellar, awaiting his skilled paws.
How much more skill could he acquire? Perhaps, he needed to slow down, and enjoy
this even longer than a few weeks.


“Irra, my love, I find myself very, very curious about the culinary arts...
would you mind too terribly if I attended Lady Versi's school? I promise you, I
won't neglect my duties as a husband, and you can be certain all our plans will
progress just as we discussed, but I simply must see what Northern cuisine is made
of for myself.”


Irra nodded, her lips tight.


“We will still invite Lady Versi to our estate after the ball, though, yes?”
she asked, the beginnings of a growl forming in her throat.


“Of course, my love! All of our plans, as I said.” Wilhelm smiled, eyes
lighting up, as if he just remembered what they agreed upon.


“Goodness, you two move fast! I hadn't even agreed to anything, and already
you speak of plans!” the hen clucked a laugh.


“The truth is, Lady Versi-” began Irra, before the fox touched her paw on his
shoulder.


“My love, allow me. I must tell Lady Versi of my desires, just as she told us
of hers.” he kissed her paw once more, teeth pressing against her wrist. “I love
you.”


She nodded, more relaxed. Whatever she was about to say, it died with a fresh
flash of lust rushing through her. Wilhelm, in his own quiet way, assured her that
he planned to help the bird to an explosive end. Ruining that would be unthinkable
to the big-bellied merchant queen, not when she looked forward to it herself, her
arousal and jealousy now sparking together.


“The truth is, Lady Versi, ever since I heard about your absolutely delicious
state of being, the excellence of your womb... I could not restrain myself. I
longed to have you and my darling wife in my bed, together.”


It was not a lie. He did want them both. The rest, of course, was a
fabrication. Inventing harmless obsessions and kinks to fill the bird's head with
proved easy. She nodded, clucking like a dumb avian whore, utterly enthralled by
his tales of desert intrigue, pregnant beauties, and fattening love potions. After
a while, even Lady Irra joined in, happy to share her husband's enthusiasm, even if
she knew full well that every third word was careful innuendo for much, much worse
fates than mere orgasm. Especially if she knew. The bear relished her role in
helping to draw in Lady Versi. More than once, her own paw hovered over the bird's
massive egg-sack of a belly, her gestures equally arousing and horrific.


The evening flew by quickly. By the time the musicians began to gather their
instruments, the pheasant was theirs. Versi's tireless servants kept the sash
holding up her gut taut even when Wilhelm casually leaned on her belly, kissing the
top, and the trio set off for Irra's estate. It was deep, deep in the night when
they arrived.


Wilhelm could not wait to get started.


VVV


Seth and Gerd greeted them inside the dining hall. Wilhelm could not be
happier with their work. In the short time he gave the skunk twins, they gathered
some of the most unique, beautiful creatures in the land, decorated them with the
finest in desert-style jewels, and stuffed them until they could barely move. No
expense was spared. Even Irra, looking around her home's best gathering place,
seemed shocked by its transformation.


“This is what you planned for Lady Versi's visit?” she whispered to him,
gesturing at the gilded paper lanterns, the silk hangings, and piles of roses,
lilies, and orchids ripped from some garden to be strewn about the food-laden
table.


“Some of it. The rest, my love, is the work of those two.” he waved to the
skunks.


Their job seemed to cost them some pounds, but from the way each of them
rested their immense backsides on the tablecloth, their fur painted up to look like
the colorful flowers of this welcoming feast, there was no danger they would ever
be skinny. The stew pot, containing chunks of marmot Wilhelm personally prepared,
sat in the center of the feast, bubbling fresh from the fire. None of the servants
knew what it was, of course, so the utensils scattered in a half-moon crescent
around it were outlandishly simple. Nor did anyone know how many would be coming,
the silver fox was pleased to note: this was enough food to feed a good dozen
guests, the usual number arriving for an orgy. The victims gathered by Seth and
Gerd could have whatever Irra and Versi failed to eat, and still risk a messy
demise.


Wilhelm had to compliment the skunks on that. An albino ferret, a golden
vole, a stunning harlequin-patterned rabbit, and a gray fox lounged around the
dining hall, fanning churning bellies that begged to be tormented and kissed in
equal measure.


“Did you know they've been... gathering all those whores? Forcing them
larger?” Lady Irra looked from one swollen gut to another, no doubt panicking
inside.


“They will deny it, tell you they filled up all these males and females just
to greet Lady Versi, like I asked... but I think they're trying to tempt me away
from you. They think they'll have more fun if you're not around.” the silver fox
sighed.


“I will have them out on their fat asses in a moment, my fox!” the ursine's
eyes narrowed, and her paws clenched into plump fists.


“Don't you think I prepared a suitable punishment for them already?” Wilhelm
grinned up at his wife, eyes glinting dangerously in the rich, golden light of the
dining hall. “They'll get theirs soon enough. For now, enjoy what they've wrought,
and give no sign it is anything more than an inspiring view.”


“Inspiring, mmm? I knew you wanted to see my belly red and bruised. I'll
steer Versi and myself over to the pot there, and we'll see what we can do to make
that happen...”


While the pregnant bear chatted with Versi, pawing at the bird's eggs through
her paper-thin skin and showering her in not-so subtle innuendo, the vulpine noble
walked to where the elder, Gerd, lay, belly up, paws clasped at his breasts. He
seemed quite at peace, his hard prick the only thing bobbing up, tenting a
decorative loincloth.


“You've done well. I've never seen a ferret so rotund in my life, and the way
you've draped chains over the vixen over there is genius. It even helps cover up
the marks of your claws on her stomach.” he said softly, snatching up a lily from
under the bulk of skunk.


“All yours, master...” Gerd assured him. “Is there anything more you would
want from us?”


“Oh, so much more. But, for now, ride the bliss of your weed and wine. We'll
have plenty of fun later.”


He nodded to the fat skunk, and sauntered off to join his wife and their new
friend. Versi kept dipping a fork into the pot, withdrawing a piece of meat, and
gobbling it down with a confused look on her face. Wilhelm wondered if she could
taste something about the marmot, Elsa, in the food. Maybe, she was about to scream
about cannibalism.


“Enjoying my homeland's specialty? It is entirely vegetarian... well, made of
a vegetarian.” the silver fox chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.
The look that passed over the pheasant reminded him of all of his victims
when they realized there was no use struggling, and they had nothing but one last
pleasurable moment to look forward to, if that. But, no screams rose up from the
avian. Instead, she calmly picked up another piece of marmot, and made a show of
slowly tasting it.


“It does taste a little like some people I know.” she giggled. “Absolutely
divine preparation. But, if I may, I can improve upon even your skills.”
Irra and him listened intently as the pheasant explained her ideas. It was
obvious she knew what she was eating, just from the way she stumbled over certain
words. She knew, and she was having a laugh about it! Wilhelm could hardly believe
it. He looked back at Irra. The bear did not realize. Even if she did, the subtle
humor of the pheasant never seemed to penetrate. As far as the gluttonous, kitladen ursine was concerned, this was merely a long, deliciously complex lecture on
food.


“I expect we shall have much, much more than this single pot to share between
the three of us. We have so much in common.” the silver fox said, taking a bite of
his marmot stew.


“Lovers of excess always have much in common.” Versi observed, looking over
Irra. “The bellies you two surround yourself with are... surprisingly beautiful. I
should strive for a similar kind of beauty in my home and school. Have you ever
considered... gaining a little weight yourself, Lord Wilhelm?”


“Perhaps if you cook for me.” he responded instantly, stealing a glance at
his bear.


Lady Irra could not decide between delight and outrage. On one paw, she had
two people fawning over her, complimenting her home and stuffing their faces, the
very scenario she hoped for. On the other, she looked absolutely horrified by the
idea that her love could find someone else so easily, or worse, be tempted away
from her by a couple of conspiring skunks.


“It would be....grr... very lovely. My husband, learning from such a
talented, egg-filled bird... it would be an honor. And, of course, any improvement
to our home's cuisine would be appreciated! By all means, stay with us!” Lady Irra
hid much of her worst feelings behind panting, some of which Wilhelm was happy to
see, was real.


The alteration of the spells he cast upon her womb bore fruit. He could see
the occasional kick on her belly, clear as day, and the way that gut stretched
suggested weeks of growth in mere days. The bear's golden brown fur was beginning
to thin, and the effort with which she moved was approaching the difficulties she
had when she was living her spoiled life in Rakooma. It would not be long before a
cane and some helpful servants would be useless to her. Then, carrying out his
plans would be even easier!


“I love you.” Wilhelm said, gently running a paw over where her belly bulged
out, and reaching out for a kiss.


Lady Versi watched the bear and fox kissing deeply, her fork traveling
between the pot and her beak with alarming frequency. Appetite did not seem to be
her problem. What she needed was a push to stop feeding only her eggs, and truly
stuff herself beyond capacity. A few missing feathers would be worth it to her,
Wilhelm was sure. And, if she happened to reach her limit while living with him, it
would only play towards the end he envisioned for her.


It was decided. Wilhelm would attend Versi's school. She would visit often to
help prepare, and enjoy, the feasts on Irra's estate. And, of course, they would
enjoy each other's company as much as possible.


“Shall we... shake some bellies on it?” Wilhelm raised an eyebrow at the
pheasant's words, but smiled.


“Let's!” Lady Irra, not to be outdone, shoved the skunk-topped table with her
bulk as she pushed off, leading the way to their bedchamber.


“You may pop any of the girls or boys here you want... I will be busy for a
while, and I'm sure you've been looking forward to it since you started.” Wilhelm
whispered quickly into Seth's ear as they passed the big male skunk.


“Thank you, oh gods, thank you...”


That was what Wilhelm loved to hear. He smacked the younger twin's thigh, and
concentrated his attention on the retreating rump of the pheasant. She did have
much smaller butt cheeks compared to Irra, but she made up for it with a much
larger mound, made all the more obvious by the piles of eggs her pussy kept at bay.
Her ever-present servants did need to be sent away, however. Perhaps, he could rig
up some sort of travel-hammock for her to heave her way around the estate? A
wheelbarrow would do just as well, the silver fox thought with a smirk as she
solidly smacked into a hallway on the next turn, her eggs clacking against each
other like lewd toys within her womb.


It was a blessing that Irra's bedroom was perfect for orgies. The massive bed
did more than hold the bear's weight. It took up much of the room, serving as a
slightly raised floor. All Lady Versi had to do was slide her belly over the sleek
mattress, take one step up with a helpful pull of Irra's paw, and her servants
could be sent away.


“We'll have no trouble rolling you upright.” Wilhelm said. “Won't we, my
love?”


The bear nodded as she began the delicate work of removing her dress, and
then the dress of her rival and lover while Wilhelm watched and undressed himself.
At another time, he would have used a knife to rip off the cloth preventing him
from seeing the fullness and decadence of his lovers. Now, it was like opening up a
flower: a beautiful, sensuous experience, no different in its inevitable end to
bursting. Maybe, years of abstaining from his destructive urges gave him some
appreciation for the ordinary. More likely, he decided, he simply let his mind
wander a little as he idly pawed himself.


“Now, I don't ordinarily risk death like this...” he said, Irra rolling her
eyes as he spoke. “But, which of you fine ladies wants my tongue, and which wants
my dick?”


He would have guessed Lady Versi would fight the bear for the right to his
maleness. Instead, the pheasant readily agreed to have him eat her out.
“A fox eating a pheasant seems... appropriate, and given what I know of your
culinary skills, Lord Wilhelm, I expect the experience to be savagely delightful.”
the avian clucked.


How much luck it took not to drown in the bird's cunt, the silver fox could
not imagine. It was plumper than the rest of her, as if to make up for the
deficiency of fat on her ribs and over her hide and thighs. He could have sworn the
eggs were trying to suffocate him already, when her fluids began to pour down over
his chin. He tasted her on his tongue, felt her clitoris on his lips, and struggled
to draw in a breath when she shuddered, shoving her ass upwards, tail-feathers
twitching to smack her back.


It was a mercy that Lady Irra chose this evening to indulge him. She rode him
as gently as a ton of bear could, milking his cock with her pussy in a much less
violent love-making, her paw occasionally helping lift a little of the bird's butt
off his snout.


“That's it, foxy... breathe... now dive back in...” she whispered.
Lady Versi, meanwhile, was beyond words. Her usual lovers must have lacked
much in the way of talent. Or, perhaps, they neglected to rub their paws over her
eggs and between her thighs as they suckled and nibbled and shoved their faces into
her fat pussy lips. Whatever the case, she shrieked and flailed her arms at her
tits, head thrown back in surrender to the fox.


“Oh, goodness... he seems to like the taste of you!” Irra gasped when Wilhelm
humped upwards, his dick twitching inside her.


There was no chance he could throw her bulk off him. Even what little
movement he could manage while her titanic belly and the bird's buttocks blocked
out all light was because of Lady Irra. Had she not balanced herself on the
mattress better, he would have surely been crushed beneath his own kits and pounds
of fat! It was such a pleasurable thought that he nearly came then and there, his
frantic licking actually slowing down from the effort it took to clench down on his
own rising climax.


He wondered about himself. Did he want a bigger belly? Could he avoid the
fate of his many victims, if he did grow one? What he loved about tightening flesh,
breaking veins, and tearing hide, he knew his victims loved just as much. All he
needed was the right accomplice, and he was increasingly certain the bear was not
that. She was too easy to manipulate, too eager to please... something was missing.

 

A certain heartlessness never seemed to make it into her, for all of Irra's
cruelty. She hesitated. How much pain she could save herself, knowing he was
playing with her, simply by shattering his fragile ribs and spine beneath her gut!
If she was truly like him, that would be his fate the moment she saw what those
skunk twins provided as decorations for their little get-together dinner. Or, she
would take him to her bosom, let him feast on her milk as she pawed him, fill him
until his poor, aching belly was round as her own pregnant swell, and just...

 

He could not hold back. Wilhelm shot his load into the bear, gasping for air,
drowning in the eager pheasant riding his face. His neck creaked, begging for
mercy. Lady Versi reached her own climax, and was shuddering atop him like a
gelatin dessert, her eggs no doubt developing cracks from all the jostling about.
“Oh, he's bucking so hard... gods... did I off him?” the pheasant looked
behind herself, gently rolling off him to lay atop her own gut.


“No, he's made of stronger stuff than that... but perhaps he should baste you
next.” Lady Irra chuckled. “Give him some fresh air... while you eat me out!”
Wilhelm breathlessly chuckled. Perfect accomplice or not, his wife knew just
what to say. And, the nonchalant way Lady Versi spoke of killing her lovers
solidified his suspicions about her. How else could she know what an intelligent
being tasted like, if not through covering up an unfortunate accident, or perhaps
even a murder? More and more, the silver fox needed to have more time with the
pheasant.


VVV


Gerd looked at the gray fox vixen. She was humping atop Seth's member as if
it were a dildo in an Ouroboros rite, her energy seemingly inexhaustible. The right
mixture of drugs seemed to produce that result, even in the most heavily encumbered
of the whores. Perhaps, they tasted their approaching demise, and instinct demanded
they get as much fucking out of the way as possible before the inevitable happened.
Gerd did not care much why. The end was more important than the cause. The
overloaded bitch between his own legs, her throat full of his fat length, was
sucking on him as if she hoped to take his very soul with her to the afterlife. Her
belly likely looked no better than the vixen's: a red, splotchy mess of broken
vessels, bulging with too much food, the sack of it torn, the hide showing too many
lines of stress to be long for this world. It pleased the drunk skunk to know he
was responsible for that. And the whores loved every moment of it. Gerd's only
regret was that Wilhelm was not watching. How he would reward them, if he could see
this!


“Pervert...” he wheezed, clutching at his chest through pounds of breast meat.
His heart worked tirelessly, and the oncoming orgasm was threatening to break
it in half from the effort. Still, both of the skunk twins were insatiable. Having
burst one whore each already, they were onto their second offering of the night,
with no sign of stopping.


“Come on... suck harder... can't you see...uh... Seth's almost done with
his?” Gerd snarled past his immense gut hanging off the table, where it rested atop
the jackal's back while her head did its best to bob atop his dick in the depths of
his lard. “Come... on!”


It was easy to imagine her guts churning, hanging on by her broken will, the
agony of being so full countered by lust alone. The jackal whined, sucking harder,
clutching at her belly. The false life within her, nothing more than food and
drugs, pulsed hot and steaming between his legs. The vixen before Gerd groaned.
Spent, twitching in orgasm, the gray fox looked down, wide-eyed in anticipation.
The fat skunk wondered just what she imagined would happen as her innards
splattered the insides of her bruised gut. She did not seem conscious of the deep
gash forming along her weakened abdomen, her muscles relaxing into it, an
assortment of greasy bits and slimy pieces beginning to drip down to the floor. The
vixen gave another groan, echoed by Seth. Gerd's twin, no doubt feeling her failing
atop him, came at the moment that the fox heaved herself on her tiptoes, eyes
bulging and paws frantically clawing at her disintegrating, bloody navel. Seed
splashed out between her legs, his pulsing halfway in her pussy triggering the
vixen's end. She opened from twat to breasts, flailing as her catastrophic orgasm
nearly split her in two, unleashing a torrent of half-digested feast, entrails, and
cum-filled womb along with her ruptured stomach.


The jackal shook. Gerd felt her mouth and throat close painfully tight on his
length, gasping as he shot his load. Canines had the best tongues. Hers fluttered
down his cock-belly, the jackal's last act to spew seed over his member before she
burst with none of the finality of her fellow whore. The pressure within her, the
thickness of her hide, or simply a stubborn resistance to her appetites being
increased a hundredfold resulted in a downright pathetic wet slurping and gurgling
of organs spilling out under the table. The jackal slipped off his dick with a soft
pop and a whine, as if she was as disappointed in her performance as him. She hit
the floor a dead husk oozing his essence everywhere.


“I win... wanna... go again?” Seth panted, looking over the mess the pair
created.


How could Gerd resist? They reveled in the destruction they brought,
indifferent to species and gender now, absorbed in the process, in the awful,
delicious feeling of one creature after another sacrificing themselves to their
whim. The night was a blur of blissful release, merciless stuffing, and bloody
ends. Sometimes, a belly would lay before Gerd, crisscrossed with marks, a deep,
dark red X forming across the thinned-out hide. At others, the unfortunate's body
ran with sweat and blood down their gut before simply splitting along a vertical
line. Drunk and drugged, Gerd even took a bite out of one of his lovers, ripping
off a chunk of soft thigh and laughing as he tasted his own release and the spices
of the expiring creature's last meal. This was the life!


Abruptly, the fun came to an end. There was a clanging or cauldron to the
floor, a horrified shriek, and an angry snarl. Gerd blinked slowly, smiling down
from where he sat atop the table, his vast, soft belly coated in warm wetness,
blood, cum, sweat, and sauce mixed in equal measure. Wilhelm was saying something.
He did not look pleased. The skunk's mind tried to come up with a reason why that
would be. He looked over at Seth, the skunk lying, ass-up, paws clutched in
supplication before the mistress of the estate, Lady Irra. The bear looked furious.
No, more than that, the ursine looked murderous. Her enormous pregnancy shivered
and shifted as she lumbered from one foot to the other, paws clenching, her breasts
wobbling as she roared down at the younger twin.


“-you're not even listening, you bag of lard! You went too far! Do you
understand? You've sullied the floors, ruined all those fine people, and all while
we have a guest in our house! You are lucky she did not see this! What would she
say? What would she DO to us all if she witnessed this... this... this massacre?”
the silver fox swept his arm over the splattered walls and hunks of meat laying
about the dining room, plates and trays in heaps around the skunks.


“M-master? I thought... you'd said...” Gerd's mouth barely moved, as sluggish
as his mind.


Not even terror in the face of the suddenly wickedly grinning vulpine noble
could shake him from his lustful stupor. His heart simply refused to beat for
anything other than desire, and for now, there was no chance of a good fuck, which
meant no need to do anything.


“Lady Versi will not see this, my love. I promise you. Please, join her back
in the bedchamber, and I will make it all better. We are lucky these monsters
managed to swallow most of the evidence.” Wilhelm spoke with utter contempt, but,
turned away from his wife, he seemed pleased.


Gerd watched the bear shuffle off without her husband, rumbling under her
breath. She seemed even larger than before, miraculously swollen with child. The
skunk wondered if she would burst soon. She would have to. No creature could
maintain such a size for long, no matter the magic used or Wilhelm's efforts.
Maybe, this was all part of the plan? The fox certainly looked delighted at the way
things worked out as he walked around the two bloated, helpless minions.
Wilhelm worked quickly, gathering the most incriminating pieces of victims in
a clean cauldron he conjured up from somewhere. He had to have planned all of it.
The mop, bucket, entire sections of the floor disappearing to be replaced by clean
tile; this would take days of meticulous preparation. Preparation the black-furred
vulpine managed without alerting the skunk twins to anything strange.


“What... what are you gonna do to us?” Gerd wheezed out, high-pitched with
fear.


His brother simply panted where he lay, apparently too full and too scared to
speak.


“The drugs I slipped you must have been a little too strong. You managed to
nibble on some of the meat after you'd cleared the table and fed our guests. Still,
I am grateful for your help with the celebration. It will spice up my love life for
some time to come.” the fox said.


The large chamber was far from pristine. But, if Gerd had not known what
happened, he would have believed these were the remains of a grand banquet and a
messy, violent orgy. He never felt the touch of a paw, but somehow, their master
cleaned off the worst stains from the skunk twins. Gerd heaved himself off the
table, and with a resounding slap, found himself on the floor, just as immobile as
his brother. It was not just weight. The trunks of his legs refused to so much as
jiggle, and every inch of his skin felt drained of life. The older twin felt his
head clearing just enough to be assaulted by a terrible hangover.


“Please... what'll happen...ghurp! to us?”


“I suppose I can be truthful with you boys now.” Wilhelm crouched before
Gerd's fat face, tugging on one of the skunk's neck rolls, pinching as if testing
the hide. “I was thinking I'd give you a little more of my finest mixtures, feed
you twice what you've got in you now, hump you enough to keep your loopy minds on
pleasure, and enjoy... but, Lady Versi is a headmistress of a culinary school.
Which means my plans have all been moved by... some time.”


Gerd whimpered where he lay. Why did he think they were ever safe with this
lunatic? How did he let the two of them grow so big, so spoiled, that escape became
impossible? The skunk could not imagine what the fox had planned for them now.
Whatever it was, he would have plenty of time to do it, and no opposition from the
fat twins. Their useless limbs, their immense guts, even their still-hard dicks
betrayed them! Lord Wilhelm had them in the palm of his paw.


“You look frightened, boys. Do not be afraid! The next several weeks will be
the most fun you have ever had. And, in the end, isn't that what the two of you
crave? Don't lie to yourselves. You can't lie to me, not after what a bloody scene
you've made for me to clean up.”


“You were... For what? To make Lady Irra-” Gerd gasped, feeling sharp claws
beneath his double chin.


“Did you truly think you were equals to me? Did you think you were equals to
Lady Irra? You are my playthings. Have been since you got too fat to run.”
Wilhelm's cold gaze traveled over the skunk's bulk. “So keep quiet, and I may find
a way out of all this for you.”


“A way out? But... you put us here!” blubbered Seth, finally regaining his
voice.


“No, you put yourselves here, Seth. But, I will keep my wife from draining
your blood into buckets. For now. And if you're good, obedient sacks of fat, I will
even spare you the destruction you brought to all your lovers tonight. How does
that sound?” the fox smiled, once more the benevolent master. “Nod if you both
agree.”


They nodded. Gerd's head bobbed so quickly the vulpine's claws nicked his
neck.


VVV


The hardest part was not perking his ears up or groaning with pleasure when
one of the skunks' toys met their end. They were sloppy, spoiled creatures, and
their victims were barely any better. Even fed, fattened, and prepared for this
evening, they lasted a comically short time, as if the whores were eager to split
open and get it over with. It was a shame Wilhelm could not help Gerd and Seth with
this.


But, the results, once he 'discovered' the pair, were wonderful! Lady Irra,
his beautiful, slowly expanding wife, barely even noticed the painful stretching of
her own hide as she swung her gut out of bed at his gentle prodding. She had fallen
asleep full and satisfied, the altered spell Wilhelm cast on her womb doing its
work, speeding up the halted pregnancy and adding even more young to help her
along. Her milk tasted all the better for it, and the silver fox secretly hoped she
would have more offspring than the pheasant, Versi. It was not a competition he
imagined he could talk either of the noble ladies into, but he could keep score,
and see what nature gifted them.


“They've... they've burst them all...” the ursine's paw went to her lips.
Wilhelm looked over the carnage, and nodded. He was actually impressed. The
skunk twins even managed to sink low enough to cannibalize some of the meat chunks
they've created! As the bear roared at the drugged-up perverted fools, the masses
of fat blubbering and sniffling, their brains swimming with every tricky mixture
the fox ever thought up, Wilhelm pretended to be disappointed with the pair.
Steering between mercy and murderous vengeance was difficult. He did not want his
lovely bear to stain herself with their blood, but he wanted those two at his mercy
as soon as possible. Fortunately, after cleaning up the skunks and hiding the worst
of the evidence, he found Irra asleep, having been caressing their guest's belly,
feeling the pheasant's eggs until she dozed off once more.


He left the skunks where they lay until morning. Even if they could crawl
away, they would be no faster than slugs. Their bloated, sweaty bellies were his,
as were their atrophied little minds! He only managed to go to sleep after
relieving himself of another load of cum. He could hardly wait for what would
happen next.


What happened next was, indeed, quite pleasant. He stretched, getting out of
bed, and making sure that his bear and pheasant were safe and asleep. Then, he did
a little organizing. Moving with efficiency born of serving impatient masters and
his own lust, Wilhelm ordered two sets of great drapes be hung in the hallway
between the dining room and the large bedchamber. It was a crude solution, but he
could see the value in it already. Since last night, Lady Irra expanded a good paw
in circumference, and Versi's meal of marmot stew definitely had an impact on the
size and heft of her gut, adding much-needed padding to the bird's frame.
“What shall we do with the... twins, Lord Wilhelm?” asked an eager, whip-thin
rat with brilliant red eyes and a cute, toothy smile, the maid not nearly as
disgusted by the pair as the fox expected.


“Do you like them?” the vulpine noble waved a paw over the snoring skunks,
barely touching their backsides and the fluffy tails draped over those wide
buttocks.


“I... well... erm... they are quite handsome, and you have been most generous
to them, master...” she stumbled over her words, blushing.


“I can be very generous to those that serve me well.” Wilhelm said. “However,
they displeased my wife and me terribly last night. You will find the paws to move
them... let's say to one of the old guest rooms. Somewhere out of the way. Dark,
but hot. Their days of eating the finest foods are quite over. I know there is
plenty of grease left over after every meal made, am I right?”


The rat nodded, looking a little queasy.


“You will bring them buckets of grease, whatever oil you think isn't being
used, anything that looks about ready to go bad... just as long as it is plentiful
and helps them grow fat. I can tell you like the idea. Their only drink will be
beer, or sweetened wine. If they beg for drugs, inform me. I will personally see to
it that they have the most potent stuff, if I approve of their choices.”


“I-I am so glad you asked me. I've been... I mean I don't watch... but, I
hear rumors, and they are just... incredible. So big, so... rotund. They are like
the gods of wealth themselves, practically bursting with life and well-being. Their
fur glows...” she looked down, paws fiddling with the strings of her dress.


“You want them, don't you?” Wilhelm chuckled.


“If my lord will permit me to say so... were they not made like this for
pleasure?” the albino rat reached out, and touched Gerd's hip, her paw running over
the swollen, taut hide as the skunk took a particularly large breath.
It would be hours before either of the twins woke up.


“You are welcome to them. You will be their only relief until I choose their
punishment.” the fox placed his paw on hers where it rested along one of the
stretch-marks, the gash as long as the rat was tall.


“May I... may I ask what will happen to them?” she spoke up as Wilhelm turned
around to go back to entertaining Irra and Versi.


“Do not let them deceive you. They are thieves, murderers, scoundrels of the
worst sort. I spared them in the desert, because they served my wife and me
faithfully. I rewarded them for this, gave them every pleasure conceivable in an
attempt to turn their hearts away from villainy. But, they were tempted.” the fox
paused, sighing. “ Do not speak of this, but they... they murdered several people.
No one of consequence, but still... their madness is terrible. I will handle their
punishment, because I brought them here.”


“Am I... Am I in danger?” the rodent's whiskers twitched, her eyes wide.


“Tell them you are their only servant, their only chance at mercy. If they
wish to earn my mercy, they know how they must treat you.” Wilhelm growled.


The skunks, of course, fell over themselves to please their master. They were
sure that slaking their every appetite would earn them his good will. Perhaps, Gerd
and Seth even entertained some notion that they were still playing a different sort
of game. It was a pleasure to walk in, and see Finny diligently pouring a bucketload of off-yellow fat down Seth's throat, or use a wash-cloth to wipe away globs
of leftovers Wilhelm brought to them. The albino rat was a natural when it came to
her tasks. She seemed to sense what the fox wanted, and it aligned almost perfectly
with her own desires.


She was ferocious. Wilhelm could not believe the shamelessness she exhibited,
riding first one, and then the other of the twins right in front of the silver fox,
her skirts fluttering over the wobbling, nearly solid balls of fat the skunks
became. He could not have done better himself if he tried.


“Please... master... we'll do anything... tell us how we can please you!”
Seth pleaded from his bed, his ankles and wrists bound, the sheets all tied
together beneath the bed.


It was the rat's idea. If either of the brothers wanted to do much more than
shake and hump in place, one of them would have to tear the silk sheets apart and
heave himself up from their half-lying position. It was about as likely to happen
as Wilhelm's fur sloughing off his hide. Already beyond huge, Gerd and Seth only
grew more with every day. Lady Irra, content to play with Lady Versi and her
husband, did not want to see them die, and Wilhelm wanted to give her time to
settle on her decision. Her decision, of course, would be what the fox slowly fed
her, one little tidbit at a time, telling her about the way the skunks struggled to
consume their daily rations.


“You can please me by pleasing Finny here.” he patted the rat's shoulder.
The skinny little thing was quite cruel, in her own way. He could sense her
trembling, ready to jump onto the nearest fat, girthy skunk cock she could get her
paws on. She was quickly becoming a favorite of his. Perhaps, he thought, he could
find a way to have three beauties lying pregnant before him every night, until such
a time as one, two, or perhaps all three surrendered to the sweet, painful release
of destruction.


“Please... look at us... look at our bellies... they're-they're red! We don't
even have... hunger anymore! She just... keeps... feeding us! And our arms... our
legs... you've made us spheres!” Gerd whimpered, lips barely moving, seemingly a
pound of shiny black flesh upon his bloated face, his tongue sticking out as he
panted, awaiting the fox's response.


The older twin had a point. They did look quite pathetic. Just rolls of fat,
appendages sticking out, only obvious in the darkness of the room because of the
brilliant white sheets encircling them. They were bigger than Irra, in their own
way, and far, far tighter, the damage to their hides becoming more noticeable now
that there was no medicine rubbed in their stretchmarks and no pampering massages
to keep their muscles from disappearing into the depths of their blubber. His
skunks were growing redder. Looking at the apex of their fur-less guts, it was easy
to trace every vein, every slowly spreading bruise, down from their scarred, nearly
splitting navels to their vast, spreading sides. If it were not for how heavy they
were, those bellies would indeed have been perfect spheres. Wilhelm's erection
pulsed insistently in his pants.


“My lord, would you... like some time alone with them?” Finny asked.
“No, no, there is no need. Cut their bonds. Help them... roll themselves over
for me. On their sides. So their bellies touch each other.” the fox shivered,
slowly removing his clothes.


Finny struggled with the twin skunks. Gerd and Seth moved like molasses, and
in the heat of the room, her paws slipped over their sweat-slick hides several
times before she found a good grip against their rumps and pushed with all her
might. They tried to help, eager to finally be of use to their master, but, Wilhelm
observed, they were just as useless as ever.


“Come on... I don't have all day to wait for you two murdering scumbags to
get yourselves where I want you!” he snarled at them, laughing at how their claws
flicked and their toes wiggled.


To them, it must have been a gargantuan effort: muscles bulging, eyes
clenched shut and teeth gnashing, the twins wheezed. When their guts finally,
slumped against each other, and with a loud, wet squelch were joined into a massive
cleavage for Lord Wilhelm to admire, they cried out weakly, their cock pulsing,
still hard after being savagely humped by Finny, squirting feeble little streams of
precum. Wilhelm could see their balls ache, swollen nearly as big as oil-jars,
practically sweating aphrodisiac. Taking full control of their drug habit and
seeing just what sort of humiliating, pathetic need he could engineer in the twins
was breathtakingly pleasurable in itself. Seeing them trying to hump each other,
risking their fragile, thin-skinned bellies just to try and get off was worth it.
“I could just leave you like this now. You'd just burst each other. A pawing
session, and you'd just tear open...” he whispered to the black-and-white blubber
mountains.


There was not much room on the bed, but Wilhelm managed. He had plenty of
practice with other overstuffed victims. Doing his best to fit a shaft in each paw,
he gently squeezed. Finny was a real size queen, in every way. Gerd gave a wheezing
gasp. Seth choked on his own saliva, gut rumbling as he tried to flail his arm up
to his face.


“But, that won't be your end. I promised you... liquefied fat... more than
you can ever imagine. Full of your favorite spices and narcotics... it would be
bliss... mindless, senseless... bliss.” he masturbated the two, watching their
bellies intently.


It was like two behemoths fighting. He heard faint creaks and sloshes of
digesting grease, saw the titans struggling to overpower each other, but only slip
over one another. It would be funny to let one destroy the other, he decided. But,
today was not about that, even if he allowed himself to be seduced.
He climbed on, using their inner thighs as his steps, their stretch-marks as
claw-holds. Seth found his breath, and babbled that the fox was pressing too hard
on him. Gerd, meanwhile, moaned, eyes rolling in his fat-engulfed face, ears
splayed on either side of his swollen neck. Sinking his length between their
enormous, swollen guts was more satisfying than ever. They were aware of what he
would do to them, and even as they feared him, they gave in to their desires. He
doubted either of the skunks would be in any state to think when the time came for
their execution. To make sure Lady Irra and Lady Versi only saw and heard what he
wanted them to, Wilhelm would need to all but lobotomize the twins.
“Oh, I can feel the slashes all over you... so strained, so stretched! Gods!
So deep, it's as if you made a love-tunnel just for me... rippling, mmm...
tight....” he breathed, hips thrusting, lost to his need.


“Please... don't...” Gerd gasped.


It was so easy to imagine the skunk splitting. Dark, darkening, bleeding
lines, hide giving up the ghost for Wilhelm's relentless rutting. To feel them both
against his cock, simply torn asunder by the weight within them, the pressure! The
silver fox shuddered. He was already at his peak. It was just as well. If he was
not careful, he could end them, here and now. He groaned down at them, looking into
their anguished faces as they did their best to writhe in the prisons of lard they
put themselves in. Their torment had its own pleasures, and they seemed on the
verge of cumming, as well.


“Finny! Get them off!” he rasped, sparing a glance behind himself, where the
rat was elbows deep in her skirts, no doubt pawing to the sight.


She moved like lightning. In the time it took for Wilhelm to raise his rump
in the air, and drive his member as deep as he could between the twins' sacks of
guts, she was between their legs. The silver fox's tail draped over her head as she
worked their rods.


“Feel this? This is what it will feel like for you two... do you still want
mercy? Say it... say it or I split you now!” he snarled down at the skunks.
His minions shrieked. It hardly mattered what emptying their lungs and
shuddering in place, unable to so much as properly thrust into Finny's paws, meant.
What mattered much more was the way his seed pulsed into the hot, wet cleavage of
suffering bellies. In that moment, it felt right to dig his claws into their
chests, feeling a nipple at each palm, their heartbeats throbbing through the
immensely swollen flesh. They were so like his wife, or even that pheasant. She
bloomed nicely in his care, and without her pesky servants to help her, she was so
deliciously ripe for him to take advantage... Wilhelm's eyes closed, and he shoved
in for the last time, his groin growing wet with his own seed. It even splattered
over his sack and behind him, onto the rat! She was too busy licking her paws clean
of skunk jizz to even notice. She was in her own paradise.


When he was cleaned up and dressed once more, Wilhelm dragged her away from
her charges, just far enough for their lard-stoppered ears to have no chance of
picking up their whispered conversation.


“That was wonderful, but you know I will have to put an end to them soon,
yes?” he said, still breathing hard.


“Of course, my lord. They told me what they did, and then had the-the stones
to try and make me give in, grow for them...” she shook her head. “No, as fun as
they are, I know they're monsters.”


“I am glad you understand.” the fox nodded. “I wouldn't normally offer this,
but would you like to watch them... when it is time? I can assure you, what I told
them while we enjoyed ourselves is the truth: I will try and make it as pleasurable
as possible. It would be a completion of their every desire, not merely an
execution.”


The rat giggled.


“It would be wonderful, my lord! But, I should tell you... I am quite sure I
am pregnant, and one of them must surely be the father.”


Wilhelm looked her over. It would not be obvious on her, even if she were
full-term. The rat was just too skinny. But, there was not much reason for her to
lie.


“I know you know the spell to slow it down... and I know you'd love to use
it, and make me larger in other ways, besides.” Finny said, clicking her teeth
together and leaning in close. “You are something of a monster yourself, aren't
you? Your wife, that pheasant... even Seth and Gerd over there.”


Wilhelm nodded. She looked like an air-headed slut, but she saw right through
him. It was risky, but he was not about to give up the chance for a challenge like
her. The skunks were doomed, and he was growing tired of pretending they could earn
his mercy. With Irra, he had a large canvas to work on. With Versi, the avian was
already making herself into a grotesque sack of eggs and his contributions were
merely gentle nudges. This stick-insect of a maid would be quite interesting to
play with.


“You could stay here. It would not be difficult for me to convince Irra you
can be fun, especially if you keep up the pace you had with the skunk twins as you
grow. I will make the-”


“Pardon me, my lord, but I must refuse.” the albino rat looked down, paws
clasped together over her flat stomach.


“Why?” the silver fox blinked.


“I want to see what becomes of my lovers, and I want your help in keeping
their seed dormant within me, but I am not about to jump into the jaws of hell
simply because of my lust. I am not you, my lord. I would not risk my skin like
that.” Finny said.


“One could say you are risking your skin now, saying such things to me.”


“You wouldn't kill me, my lord. You are a better creature than those two... a
more powerful creature. Your desires are just... too dangerous for me. Like theirs
would have been, if I gave in to them.”


It would be so easy to snap her neck. And, completely unsatisfying. Wilhelm
wondered when his ruthlessness grew dull, when he became so soft. The rat, Finny,
shifted from foot to foot, looking increasingly uncomfortable, but she did not step
back. He chose to smile, gently placing a paw on her shoulder, his thin lips inches
away from her buck-teeth.


“You know just how to appeal to my dangerous desires. But, what is it you
desire? It can't be a single spell. You could receive that in any large town
nearby.” Wilhelm said. “What would you like? Perhaps, it will be to my liking, as
well?”


“I... do want to be larger. I think it's always been in me, ever since I
first pawed myself thinking about a merchant's gut hanging out of his shirt... you
know what I mean, surely, my lord! But, I want to marry well, too! I want to name
my children, and be a mistress like Lady Irra before I become like her in other
ways...”


“Ah.”


Wilhelm was not sure where this was going. She was his. He could practically
taste the lust on her breath when she spoke about swelling up. Even the terror
inspired by Lady Irra's state was tinged with bliss. It would be a matter of
moments for her to realize he was a monster twice what either of the skunks could
ever be, and she was blind because she was too much of a pervert herself. And yet,
Finny resisted.


“I've heard there is an older noble, Heskill. If you were to introduce me, my
lord, it would not be difficult for me to seduce him. He is infamous with the other
servants! In a year or two, I would be as large as Lady Irra, I promise! And then,
my lord, I'll invite you into my bedchamber...”


She wanted him, but she wanted to be a noble more. It made sense. He could
work with her on this. If what she wanted happened, he would win big later. If all
her hopes were dashed, he could easily scoop her up and add her to his little
collection. Irra and Versi would not complain.


VVV


Long after their chat, Wilhelm could not shake off what she said about his
desires. Especially about how they were, in some way, a danger to him. He longed to
feel a shivering, overfilled belly beneath his paws, and a small, vile part of him
did not care one bit if that belly belonged to him or to some poor unfortunate he
could push over the edge. She knew nothing of him, but still... Did he want to get
caught? Punished for his evil ways?


“No, of course not.” he muttered to himself.


Now was not the time for such silly imaginings. Now was the time to punish
the two skunks. Finessina did her best, even after revealing her true nature. Gerd
and Seth sat in a shallow pit, away from the prying eyes of other servants. It was
an elegant solution to burying their bulk, Wilhelm had to admit. Once they were
disposed of, it was a matter of shoveling some dirt over the pit.


The other part of the preparation, his favorite part, was almost entirely
Lady Irra's idea. It was true, as her husband, he planted some suggestions, and
maneuvered her into position. But, the diabolical finale the bear invented for the
twins panting within the pit surprised him nonetheless. A vat, likely used for
cheese-making, sat next to the pit, heated by piles of firewood. Within it bubbled
a mixture of her design: three parts cheese, one part cooking oil, nine parts
grease. It smelled revolting and delicious at once. Some of the attraction likely
came from the honey and drugs Irra ladled in. To Wilhelm's sensitive nose, the vile
stuff seemed magically charged, a magnet for his lust even outside the skunks.


“This is a savage, evil act... and I, for one, cannot wait to see what
happens.” Lady Versi said.


The pheasant reclined within a special hammock, her vast, gravid orb touching
the earth beneath her. Wilhelm fed her well, and now, she was far, far beyond her
former scrawny, egg-sack self. She contained more eggs than ever, but her hide had
noticeably thickened, her breasts turning into heaving, soft pillows to match
Irra's. It took no effort at all to convince her to come and watch the punishment
of Gerd and Seth. Especially after she heard what the two brothers did to all those
beautiful, round bellies she saw when she first arrived at the estate. It was, she
declared, justice, plain and simple.


“Wait. Perfection takes time. This soup needs time to breathe, and the herbs
need time to cook into the fat...” Lady Irra declared. “I've been paying attention
to the two of you rambling on about cuisine long enough to know what I am doing!”
Lady Irra, of course, was doing very nearly nothing. She took up another
hammock, this one raised even higher from the earth, her belly wedged beneath her.
Like the vat she was ladling her alchemical brew into, her gut slowly boiled with
movement. The spells, fully altered, likely gave years of growth to her young. And,
even unconscious, still firmly within her womb, the kits kicked. Wilhelm wondered
if she cared one bit about how her middle glistened and rippled. She certainly gave
no sign that she was worried about her pregnancy. If anything, she seemed even more
brutal on herself, smacking the vast gut whenever she wanted a moment of peace,
refusing the aid of the hallway hammocks to move about, simply sliding her oiled-up
stomach over the floors. The silver fox could not be more proud of his lovely wife.
She kept up with Lady Versi wonderfully!


“A chef always tastes their cooking before serving it.” the pheasant clucked,
winking to Lord Wilhelm.


“Oh, but the only one worthy of the title is you, my dear bird.” Irra replied
sweetly. “And I'll be sure to remind you of every silly thing you've said tonight,
when we three are in bed... how would you like my claw circling your navel while I
eat you out, hmm?”


“Damn bears and their tongues.” sighed the egg-filled avian. “I swear, I can
feel you licking around my eggs when you're down there!”


“Irra, Versi, have mercy on your poor fox. I can barely restrain myself from
cumming while watching those two bloated skunks, and here you two are, full of
life, invincible, so commanding... I fear Gerd and Seth would not receive the sendoff they deserve if I make love to you two.”
Reminding them of what he was about to do was a painful little prod at their
rivalry. For a short while, not only would neither of them have him to herself, the
bear and the bird would watch the silver fox torment and enjoy two males! If
Wilhelm had not tended to their lust with great care, the ladies in his life would
have crushed him beneath their bellies like a bug instead of helping him in this
bit of madness. He looked over at Finny where she sat. The rat, having helped him
dig the pit and set things up, dangled her feet off the edge of the pit, looking on
the skunks as they slowly swayed where they sat, too out of it to even notice her.
“Would you like to be with them one last time?” he asked in a whisper as his
wife and guest went back to their bickering.


“No, my lord. They do not deserve me. I'm destined for better things!” the
albino rat whispered back cheerfully. “Go on. Help Gerd and Seth along. Then, I'll
pour some wine for the ladies, and slip away before they know to ask why I was
here.”


She was destined for better things. It was easier and easier to think of ways
her wishes could be useful to him. Wilhelm would marry her off, make sure she grew
big and round and full of offspring, and then, one fine night, when Finny was Lady
Finessina, she would rupture for him. He could even enjoy the fruits of her labors
before that final moment, if he was sneaky!


He shook his head. Now was not the time to fantasize. He had a pair of ripe
and ready bellies before him already! The silver fox turned his attention to the
skunks. Gerd and Seth wore iron muzzles, long, flexible pipes running down from the
bubbling vat. He suspected those came from some medicine shop, and would no doubt
taint Irra's brew with a foul taste of greenery. The process would also be much
less intimate than making them gulp it down by his own paw, but his wife insisted.


“You wouldn't want to touch what I'm going to fill them with, my dear fox!”
she told him.


That had him curious. He descended into the pit. Gerd woke up enough to sense
the heat against his mouth and twitch his wrists upwards in a futile effort to
remove the muzzle. A single turn of a knob at each of their bloated faces, and they
would be forced to drink or drown. A turn that Wilhelm accomplished with a
flourish, his tail swishing behind him like a pendulum as he snarled down at the
twins with glee.


The looks of surprise, he expected. The frantic, gurgling cries and slapping
of fat against the dirt was a shock, however. The brothers were so out of it, he
could probably pouring burning oil on their guts and only elicit a few grunts of
complaint, and here they were, shrieking past gallons of fat! He looked up at Lady
Irra. The bear smiled at him, and nodded approvingly.


“It's not just the heat, my love. There are some very strong spices, coco
leaves, and a few other nasty surprises for those two in the vat!” she called down,
waving her ladle at the fox.


Tears ran down Seth's red cheeks, his once unfocused eyes now wide and
darting around the pit. If Lady Irra did not measure things out properly, in a few
gulps more, his heart would simply cease beating. The fat-choked organs of the
twins could not handle too much of any sort of stimulant, especially not with such
a heavy last meal. Still, the pair hung on. Streaming sweat, chests jiggling from
their panting, the skunks even grew hard from the mixture, their lust magnified all
the more by the near-fatal energy boost.


“Goodness... the pair of you look like wrestlers about to grapple. Bloated,
uselessly twitching wrestlers, to be sure...” the fox tapped his chin, enjoying the
pleading, desperate glances from the swollen twins. “Oh, why not? Whoever can
overpower his twin, gets my mercy.”


It was surprisingly entertaining. With their veins bulging out across their
taut hides, the skunks strained and wept with effort, gulping down the sludge that
would spell their doom, kicking out to find purchase in the mud. The ground,
churned up by Wilhelm and Finny, slid out from under their foot-pads, their claws
digging trenches in the cold, slick earth. The silver fox wondered if their ankles
would pop from the mad scramble.


There was no hint of loyalty between the twins. Gerd and Seth knew their
master well, and with their minds consumed by the pain of their stretching,
squelching guts and creaking belly-hides, there was only the next ruinous attempt
at a fight. The agony of the spiced fat, stimulants, and the aphrodisiac only made
it worse. Gerd's paw, engulfed in more fat than most creatures carried on their
whole bodies, slammed into Seth's chest, making the skunk's breasts wobbled around,
a bruise blossoming instantly, the broken blood vessels spreading downwards, to his
dangerously full middle. Seth roared past his feeding tube, the muzzle barely
hiding the blind rage on the younger twin's face. He heaved his bulk upwards,
sending Wilhelm stumbling back as he wildly swung his gut around, pressing into
Gerd's own stomach, the skunk's legs twitching, his cock spurting weakly as he
tried to wriggle away. Sweat, precum, and Seth's lack of strength finally allowed
him a reprieve. Like a barrel pushed out from under a pyramid of similar such
containers, Gerd slipped away, half-rolling, his massive rump in the air. It seemed
as if the metallic piping running down to his muzzle would break, and truly ruin
the game, but his twin brother caught him by the base of his fluffy tail and
pulled, putting his whole weight behind the maneuver.


There was a pop of hip bones and spine, the unfortunate skunk flailing and
squealing into his feeding tube, nearly drowning in Irra's soup. Cum splashed his
underbelly, his balls wobbling around, full and fat, just like the rest of him, his
buttocks clenching, rippling with the release. But, in his climax, the male managed
to dig a foot into Seth's belly. Claws sank into thin hide, and the younger twin
lost all fight. Groaning, gurgling, snorting up fat, Seth fell onto his ass, and
then onto his back, paws feverishly slapping at what they could reach of his gut.
As far as injuries went, it was not much. But, as full as he was, as heightened as
his senses were, the skunk must have thought his brother tore him open.
Gerd's whole lower body released a sad, muffled series of pops as he slowly,
haltingly brought his feet to the dirt. By now, the filling in both of the skunks
had to measure in gallons, and the dose of the drugs Lady Irra mixed in kept
increasing. Their stomachs looked like massive, naked hills, coated in mud,
streaked with cum and fat, steaming sweat in the sunlight. Wilhelm clapped his
paws. Their demise approached swiftly, and they were at each other's throats, lust
and pain eating them alive from the inside, driving their every motion.


The older skunk could not speak. But, he gave a gloating, wet chuckle past
the fluid splashing down his throat. In the end, he truly was like a wrestler.
Biceps bulging through half-ton of fat, he pawed and clutched at his gut, bowlegged and humping upwards, his dick slapping the overfilled belly for all it was
worth. With a gag and a splatter of the brew from his nostrils, he succeeded in
throwing his weighty stomach atop his younger twin. Seth whined from beneath, no
longer able to breathe, his lungs well and truly crushed by his own bulk and that
of his brother atop it. Eyes watering from the spice, red with the drugs pumping
through his veins, he looked back at Wilhelm.


“You didn't think I would let you go, did you? I can see how fat, red, and
needy your cock is. And I won't lie, your ass is rather inviting like that. I could
sink between those cheeks, and hump you. It might even help your bother get off one
last time, too. So, how about it? You don't have much time to decide...” Wilhelm
nodded back up to where the vat still contained enough bubbling liquid to send
plumes of steam into the air.


“Go on, my love! Give him what he wants! Send him to hell!” The bear sitting
above the pit rumbled happily, the rat servant by her side pouring more and more
wine for her.


“Show us what you'll do to us tonight! Hump away the poor boy's pains!”
Versi, too, was caught up in the perverse punishment and the fox's mercy.
The fox approached carefully. In his present state, the only thing Gerd could
do to him would be to fall on top of him and crush him with his ass. It would
hilarious, and likely lead to the swollen male's instant demise, but it could also
kill Wilhelm. But, with their battle ended, the skunks could not do a thing. Gerd
tugged on his bulk, growling for a moment, before with a submissive whine, thrust
out his ass for the vulpine noble.


“You need this... you wouldn't want to pop without, would you?” Wilhelm said,
gently petting the skunk's left buttock, easing himself closer, practically wading
into the taut skunk.


The two groaned. Seth's face was turning purple, his eyes rolling up in his
head. The fat male's cock spilled enough seed to turn the belly of his twin a slimy
white, covering up all signs of their struggle. Gerd was in no better condition.


The alchemical mix within him bubbled up past his glossy lips, his breathing ragged
and wet when he could draw in a gulp of air past the relentless flow. He was hot to
the touch, like a furnace. Wilhelm could hardly believe it. Gerd and Seth were
slowly cooking alive. He shoved his cock into the bloated skunk's tail-hole,
chuckling at the instant, lustful response, even as Gerd's body slowly tore from
the inside. The fox felt the slow, inexorable progress of the liquefied fat
pressing into Gerd, splitting muscles, ripping open delicate passages. The male's
vast stomach, stretched many times past its limit over his years of pampered
living, sprouted leaks right into his abdominal cavity, gushing heat piling up on
top of Seth. It took a few thrusts, but the younger twin expired spectacularly.
Shaken about by Wilhelm's rocking of his brother's belly over his, the
defeated skunk shook his head, vomiting forth Irra's soup almost as fast as it slid
its way into him. Cracks of glistening red appeared over his muddy hide, starting
at the apex of his belly, and working their way down to his sides. Seth oozed blood
from those many wounds, wriggling his limbs, trapped beneath his brother and
helplessly cumming while he literally drowned in fat. His belly flared out from
under Gerd's, pulsed, flared out again, his innards failing with each orgasmic
twitch running through him. He split like an overripe fruit, and then was dashed
apart by the weight of his twin's stomach rushing in to fill the space no longer
occupied by his ruptured guts. The wave of blood, viscera, and soupy alchemical
mixture splashed through the pit.


Gerd survived his twin's destruction just barely. The mighty slosh and wet
thud of belly into the gory mud had him seizing up, throwing his head back and
squirting great cupfuls of his seed with even greater urgency. The pleasure and the
horror of it all broke the skunk utterly. He mindlessly rutted his own stomach,
even as Wilhelm rutted him, and the unfortunate lard-barrel met his end soon after.
The silver fox felt it as he came into the giant male. Gerd's spine arched in one
final, massive release, his sides splattering fat over the pit in geysers, and his
vast middle erupted much as Seth's had. The husk of him collapsed, sliding off
Wilhelm's length with a lewd splash of cum, the fox looking down upon what he made
of the twins with a smile, his cock still pulsing seed, his paws still firmly
clutching the furry rump of his victim.


“Holy...” Versi whispered, her voice all that could be heard.
Well, not exactly. Wilhelm could hear the drips of fat skunk pieces down into
the pit, and the blissful, heavy breathing of his wife, the bear having reached her
own climax sometime earlier and now basking in her afterglow, looking down upon him
with a saintly expression. For the moment, an embarrassing, awful pair of rivals
were destroyed at her husband's paw, and she watched it all.


“My ladies.”


The pleasure of wiping his dick between the bulky ass-cheeks of the skunk was
doubled by the knowledge that this very evening, he would be thrusting into a whole
different, no less doomed ass, or maybe even two. Whether it would be Versi or Irra
first, it did not matter. They were eager for him, and would fight for the
privilege.


He bowed, smiling wide for his audience. Only Finny's indifference to him was
at all upsetting, and that, he knew he could wear down eventually. Wilhelm saw how
she reacted to the bursting of her lovers. It could not possibly take her long to
submit to him, as enslaved as Seth and Gerd had been. The silver fox looked forward
to that.


VVV


“I don't think you should be down there much longer.”


The words sounded muffled to Wilhelm. As far as his beloved Irra and Versi
knew, he was cleaning up. In truth, he was gathering what he could of the skunks
for a celebratory feast. But, the mixture he waded through... it did something to
him. That gorgeous, swollen bear of his knew how to brew an awful mixture!


“Did you hear me?”


Lord Wilhelm looked up from the pit. The pitifully skinny rat up there spoke,
it would seem. He chuckled, and threw the sack of meat up to her. He took his time
climbing up, tail swishing, his erection dripping. The silver fox could not
remember getting hard. How long ago did he off those twins? The mess down in the
pit still put off steam, and it smelled delightful...


“Err... Wilhelm? My lord? Master?” the rat, Finny, said.


Wilhelm swayed in place.


“H-hide that stuff somewhere safe...”


Had he told her what he planned to do with the meat? Did she know? The rodent
looked horrified. So, that meant no.


“It's... it's for something. I have plans. For later. Do not worry about it.
Oh, gods... that soup... come and help me wash it off.”


Finny escorted him home. He impatiently waited for her to put what he
collected in the cellars. When she returned, he commanded the rat to bathe with
him. He would never consider a creature like her worthy of his attention, but now,
her paws felt soft on his arm as she poured warm water over him, standing in the
tub, naked. He tried to tell her how sexy she looked, but Finny would hear none of
it. Perhaps, he was not fat enough? She did like her males about to burst, did she
not? Wilhelm chuckled. Was he a little peckish? Bars of perfumed soap later, still
practically drooling precum and shivering with ripples of bliss traveling from his
toes up to the crown of his head, the silver fox emerged into the hallways of his
estate ravenously hungry.


It felt like being drunk. Only, much, much worse. Wilhelm swore the walls
rumbled like guts, and every face that passed within his swimming vision looked
both incredibly arousing and tauntingly plump. Did they not know who they worked
for? Halfway to the bedroom, it occurred to him that he left Finny to her task of
pouring the bathwater out. He wanted her. And, he wanted her to fetch him some
food!


“You, there! Scrubbing-hedgehog-yes, you!” the vulpine noble chuckled darkly.
“If you don't want to end up on the menu... oop, almost tripped over my tail...
yes, you'll fetch my loves and me a meal!”


“But, my lord, they've brought a meal to the bedroom already. Lady Irra told
us-”


Wilhelm glared at the spine-covered creature. He wondered if the dull thing's
needles would fall out if he grew fat enough. Male hedgehogs never struck him as
particularly handsome before, but there was a certain almost vulpine look to this
one. And, besides, being humped from behind by a plump, soft-bellied male like him
would not be so bad. Especially if Wilhelm made sure he was nice and full...


“My lord? Did you hear me? You have... a little... saliva there... and...
um.” the hedgehog shut up, looking away from the fox's genitals, raising his
washcloth to wipe sauce off of a wall.


“You... stupid, sad prickle-pig! I said bring food, to the bedroom,
immediately, no delays!” a painful clench of the fox's stomach had him snarling at
the servant, eyes bulging.


He clamped a paw over his mouth. He lost control for a moment. No, worse, he
was out of control, and just for a moment, noticed how he acted! Wilhelm whined,
trying to cover his crotch and shuffled his way to the bedroom. Had he felt fear?
Guilt? These were not normally in his heart, but the cold clarity of his cruel soul
felt distant, and it left him floundering helplessly between hunger pangs and
desperate need to fuck something, anything, as soon as possible. And, if he had not
talked Lady Irra into things, perhaps, he would not be suffering from whatever
toxic mixture she assembled to ruin those skunks.


“Poor boys... they actually endured worse than... oof! This?” the silver fox
sighed, his paw rubbing over his cock, no longer covering so much as simply
masturbating as he walked.


He stumbled into the bedroom. Lady Versi greeted him with a clucking, utterly
inconsequential remark about his appearance. Wilhelm gave her bloated, egg-filled
middle a small pat, assured the tremendous womb that he was fine, and turned to his
wife.


“Did I tell you how your breasts remind me of those desert melons they had
back... back...” he retched, but his stomach refused to let go of anything, and he
leaned heavily on the bear's belly, feeling the gentle movements of his kits within
the ursine.


“Wilhelm? Darling? V-Varkude?” Lady Irra placed a paw on his forehead as the
fox leaned in, and with a giggle, suckled on her nipple, slowly humping. “He's
burning up! Versi, he's boiling!”


“I'm fine!” Wilhelm's mouth popped off the thick nipple, Irra's milk
splattering over her areola as he spoke. “Just... too long in the pit. Heh!
Absorbed some of that delightful... mixture.”


He felt vulnerable. Weak, horny, hungry... it reminded him too much of
Rakooma, of his deep past. At least, he was in no danger. These beauties, swollen
with young and madly in lust with him, would keep him safe, and happy, and when he
finally felt them burst, it would be justice, and release, and all his perverse
fantasies come true.


He looked over at a table. The hedgehog was right. His ladies did have food.
Piles of pies, meat, fish, fruit, cheese; he could not see much clearly, but his
nose told him they were cooked to his specifications. Or was it Versi's? The
pheasant's culinary skills were a marvel! Fattening, filling, and delicious, from
what he remembered of his previous meals.


“Mmm...” he mumbled, laying down on the bed, resting a foot at Versi's navel
while he reclined on Irra's, her own nub of a belly button just above his tail.
“Please... I am so hungry...”


“He's drunk. And drugged. And he's hard as a rock! Look at that dick! It's
like all his blood went right to it! I've seen stallions smaller!” Versi's voice
vibrated strangely through her eggs, tickling the sole of his foot.
“I... could get harder... ladies! Just feeed me!”


“You know, we've been married for a long time, and I actually thought he
just... could not get like this. He's like a whining kit.” the bear said,
excitement plain in her voice. “Let's feed him.”


“Yesss!” Wilhelm wriggled where he slouched, arms spread over the ursine's
massive belly, idly pushing his claws against her hide. “And... and make sure you
eat, too, my ladies... you are so beautiful... you must grow bigger!”


It was strange, keeping up with two enormously pregnant females. He chewed
pie after pie, barely tasting any of the sweet or salty versions the pheasant and
the bear gently pressed to his lips. What mattered was quantity. Every bite they
took, chewing all too slowly, making him watch as they swallowed what seemed like
every crumb individually, he inhaled one himself, his gut groaning for more beneath
his paw. The bliss of having a gut to hold was overwhelming. He never knew it could
be so delightfully heavy, so taut, every churning, gurgling moment of his meal like
a little orgasm running up his spine.


“I... I'm sorry I cannot mount either of you... but I must... know... please,
my maleness?” he gestured vaguely in the direction of his crotch.


They listened. Or, at least, Lady Versi gently gripped his length, and guided
her heavy, round breasts down to engulf his lap. She had to lie on her side, the
large lumps of her eggs shining across the bed like a strange new pile of pillows,
every vein across her straining flesh somehow all the more beautiful for being so,
so tiny in comparison. He groaned, humping.


“Be careful! The poor dear is so full! Look at his tummy. He's never
stretched himself like this before!” Lady Irra admonished the avian even as she
provided a preserved date for the fox to nibble on.


“He's bound to run out of lust and hunger soon enough! He didn't even have a
taste of your brew, right? He'll be fine. Let's just... enjoy ourselves, mm?” Lady
Versi squeezed her breasts, wobbling them over Wilhelm's squirting length, making
the fox's eyes twitch upwards in his skull.


“Run out? Me? I always... ohhh! Yes, please, go faster... I gotta cum...
again... I always... no, never run out!” Wilhelm stumbled over his words, eyes
glued to the pheasant's spotted tits, to their liquid heaving, to the shine of his
liquid lust pouring out and lubricating them for more fucking...


He did not know how long he spent mesmerized, simply cumming into her
cleavage, occasionally nibbling on some small snack as he tried to split his
attention between the three gloriously swelling, wonderful bellies of his life.
Wilhelm felt proud. He was nowhere near the size of the two perfect, swollen
creatures before him, but he made a noble effort, and it showed. There was even a
slight bit of pink showing under his downy belly fur!


He did not know if he made the demand, or if his pheasant simply tired of
providing him with pleasure, but she rose up, and spoke to Lady Irra. The two
laughed, Wilhelm feeling the reverberations of his wife's booming through amniotic
fluid, dozens of her kits, and her fattened hide. The pair, moving as carefully as
their bellies would allow, laid him among some pillows like a doll, and indulged
themselves. Watching them eat was almost as good as any tit-fuck. The clucking,
excited pheasant, her speckled feathers ruffling as she shoved entire plates from
the table down her throat looked majestic. Next to her, Lady Irra, his beloved, his
wonderful ursine mistress, scooped up jellied eels and honeyed nuts by the pawful,
sauces dripping over her belly. He longed to lick her clean, then sully her fur
with his seed, but his tired, sore body would not respond, except for the dry
tingle of nearly seedless orgasm pumping up his urethra.


They embraced, awkwardly, bellies pressed much too hard against each other.
His fat beauties were too big for such a maneuver; Wilhelm could just make out a
creak or two of straining skin, and the comical clunking of eggs against eggs,
through the loud smacking and slurping of tongues as the females before him kissed
passionately. The silver fox trembled with a mixture of pride and expectation as
Irra dominated the bird, her muscles bulging, a paw pressing down on the swollen
egg-sack until Versi gave a choked whimper, her beak coming away from the bear's
lips.


“He might not be all there to make you twitch and plead and beg to burst...
but I know he'd love to see it!” Lady Irra rumbled with a wicked smile, giving
Wilhelm a wink.


“I love you.” the fox breathed out, his smile a little more relaxed than he
would have liked it to be.


He just hoped the erection pulsing against his round belly was a good signal
for the ursine to continue. A wild thought popped into his head: what if Lady Irra
caused Versi to rupture now? It would be inconvenient, especially in his current
condition, but then, it would be a victory for the bear. Maybe, that would not be
so bad? But, no, the pheasant's skin did not tear, and her eggs remained stubbornly
within her. As full as she was, a simple bit of rough play could not end her, and
it seemed to be all Lady Irra could stomach without his help. Wilhelm felt a sudden
wave of disgust, before another press of the bear's heavy, clawed paw over the
pheasant's stomach made him shudder in climax.


“Roll over, stuffed bird... let's give our boy a show...” Irra said.


It took a lot for them to scissor comfortably. Their thighs were too big,
their buttocks too fat, and their vast, pregnant bellies far too heavy to make any
movement easy. Still, they managed, and the wobbling, jiggling, entrancingly slow
result pleased Wilhelm. It was like watching himself fucking two females. He could
almost feel himself hilted in a pussy. Idly, he looked down, to discover his wife's
paw gently clenching on his dick. He melted into the sensation, eyes closing at
last.


When he next came to, seemingly moments later, the two nobles before him were
at their limits. Somehow, their motions had brought their bellies within the range
of his toes, and he felt them pressing insistently against his feet with each buck
against each other.


“Pop already...” Versi hissed, eyes slits, sweat rolling off her like rain.
“You first...” was the response.


“You... both...” Wilhelm whispered, sitting up enough to watch the final
moments of their pleasure.


His toes were slick with their sweat, and what he guessed was his own cum.
Their bellies felt like a pair of metal orbs beneath his feet, so taut, and tough,
and full. Lady Versi's eggs looked almost nonexistent, just some odd lumps on her
fat belly. Had he merely imagined them sticking out so far from her, before? Or,
was it a trick of the light? He moaned, thinking of how many were fertilized by him
now. His wife, perhaps guessing his imaginings, pressed her belly harder against
his foot, moaning, her paw squeezing his length more roughly, as if to tell him to
pay more attention to her. He did, watching her mouth open wide, her ecstatic
expression becoming a mindless, open-mouthed mating snarl as she trembled,
squirting her climax. Lady Versi followed soon after, her breasts slapping against
each other as she tried to lift herself upwards, reaching a paw to the ceiling,
babbling about gods. Wilhelm chuckled. Did she not know that her womb, her belly,
full of eggs and food and fat, was pressed up against the only god she should be
begging for mercy from? He was the one that made Lady Irra crueler, more demanding,
more resilient in her bedchamber than ever...


The silver fox was about to say something to that effect, when Lady Irra's
paw working his cock drew out one spurt of cum too many, and his tongue fell
slackly from his lips, and Wilhelm's eyes fluttered closed once more. Overdosed,
overfed, and overstimulated, he fell unconscious among the pillows.


His last thought was that perhaps, this was for the best. Gods only knew what
stupid, senseless things he did and said before he found his way into this heavenly
scene. He did not look forward to sobering up.
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