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

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

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

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

Part Four: https://inkbunny.net/s/3417540

Part Five: You are here.", "writing": "         At first, Wilhelm denied anything had changed. He still lusted after the same things, after all. But, the night he accidentally drugged himself stayed in his mind. To have his appetites so amplified tempted him.  Experiencing the intensely pleasured pain of his victims tempted him.  Amplified his appetites until Wilhelm came to realize the truth. He could no longer restrain himself. The life of a lord spoiled him quite thoroughly.\n\n \n\n  He tried to hide it, of course, perhaps more from himself than from his lovers. Versi and Irra loved this new gluttonous side of the fox, and if it were up to them, he would be a drunk, lustfully wheezing mess of a vulpine, helplessly cumming over their bellies while they stuffed him full of the most delicious things.\n\n \n\n  No! Wilhelm wanted to remain cold and calculating.  The one in control, and in his home it meant only one thing for everyone else. \n\n \n\n  Danger.\n\n \n\n  Decadent parties became almost a weekly event at the fox's grand manor.  A symphony of gorging and fucking that preceded a night of torment for some unfortunate guest, and not just anyone would do. Lord Wilhelm found ways to bring the roughest, most virile males and the most beautifully full females for his 'private orgy' with the bear and pheasant.\n\n \n\n  These nights always started with tame things. It was difficult enough to convince his new 'friends' they were safe with a pair of monstrously swollen creatures.  It was best to ease them in to things.  Give the drugs that laced their food and wine time to kick in.  It wasn't easy though. Versi was especially bad at keeping her beak shut. Wilhelm often heard her share gruesome details of their love life, but Wilhelm always laughed it off.  Just the delirious ramblings of a bid carrying far too many eggs.  Nothing that should be taken seriously.\n\n \n\n   Not that Irra was any better. She had become less than the perfect accomplice in his eyes, and something about her honest desire for the bar-crawling farmers and traveling merchants he invited angered the vulpine. At least she was perfect in other ways. Her pregnancy, long since passing anything a mortal could achieve without terrible consequences, brought Wilhelm to the brink of climax every time he but touched its hot, stretch-mark-covered surface. That bloated orb, along with its lumpy twin attached to the pheasant, were the reason why their fun often spilled from the bedroom and into one of the more spacious rooms of the house. \n\n \n\n   Naturally, everyone grew fascinated and aroused by his immobilized beauties as the night went on. Wilhelm made sure of that. Even as they indulged in each other and the massive feast prepared for the occasion, the fox nudged them to his lovers. A whisper about the superiority of a noble lady's pregnant cunt, a little aphrodisiac spice to the wine, perhaps a demonstration of the deliciously loud noise of Versi's egg-filled belly moving when he leaned in for a kiss, and the orgy formed at the foot of their couches. Wilhelm sometimes took a lover then and there, making a show of how much unfaithfulness and rough treatment brought joy to Versi and Irra. Then came the real fun.\n\n \n\n   One evening found Lord Wilhelm shuffling slowly down a marble coated hall.  Chuckling at the memory of his last party. The fox had outdone himself. And, to his shock, he had let one of the bigger boys mount and abuse him for a change. What he did with the male afterwards was all the sweeter for that little slip back into desperate, self-destructive need. And tonight, he would have even more of that.\n\n \n\n   The first order of business was to check the room's furniture. Wilhelm growled with annoyance at the stabbing pains his gut made as he waddled around the chamber.  With a powerful gulp that pushed back bile Wilhelm bent down to examine the legs of couches and tables. Having eaten himself into a stomach ache in the morning.  The silver furred fox nursed a round gut that, while dwarfed by his lovers, still made itself felt and known.  A silver furred watermelon that was beginning to enter rooms before he did. If it were not for a little bit of alchemy and great care, the silver fox's middle would stretch and sag from the terrible stuffing's it suffered. Wilhelm had become quite knowledgeable in the magical and alchemical ways of these northerners.  A new talent that he planned to take full advantage of.  Panting, leaning heavily on Irra's couch, Wilhelm felt a nauseating ripple pass through his low hanging innards.  Such a rich diet caused much discomfort, but at least he did not need to purge like some of the idiot nobles that attended his parties. The vulpine clenched his jaw and held back another wave of rising bile, forcing his body to obey. Even though his gut now resembled a barrel, the fox was still better than any of his victims.  No whining and throwing up while he worked!\n\n \n\n   Satisfied with the room's decorations and furniture, Wilhelm pushed himself upright with shaky arms and made his way to another, much less opulent place. Here, in the dark, there were no gilded crystal goblets or tapestries depicting scenes of debauchery. The dungeon, built to his specifications by  Versi's ever-helpful servants, could easily accommodate the pheasant and his wife together with plenty of room for a dozen more.  Its stone walls muffling tortured moans and pleasured screams with layers of rough cloth, straw, and clods of clay. This was where many less important guests ended up these days, especially if they pleased, or displeased, the fox greatly.\n\n \n\n   “You look quite radiant today, Lofen.” Wilhelm addressed the bloated thing lying upon a pile of stained sheets and pillows in the middle of the room.\n\n \n\n   Lofen would not make it very long. He occupied a place of honor in the dungeon, and few creatures could endure that sort of attention for long, Wilhelm found. Not when he had unlimited food, drink, and drugs right there for them. Lofen was once a fellow vulpine, and looking upon him, Wilhelm could easily see himself in the red-furred male's position. Handsome face smeared with sauce, cheeks bulging around a mouthful of aphrodisiac honey.  The young merchant's belly looked like a taut wine-skin, the fat barely clinging to his bones.\n\n           \n\n   “You... you're... not hiding... anymore... fat, perverted... fucker...” Lofen wheezed.\n\n \n\n   Wilhelm looked down at himself, and chuckled. In all the excitement for the night's festivities, he forgot to wear his girdle. Or, perhaps, he thought with mild irritation, the pleasure of having the weighty orb free outweighed any concerns about his appearance. What was the use of looking perfect in his clothes when they would all come off soon enough?\n\n \n\n   “It is not fat, my friend.”\n\n \n\n   The silver fox's eyes flashed with cold fire. He restrained himself from slapping Lofen's veined sphere of a belly. At this point, it would be no different than slashing the fox open. Days of being fed on nothing but drugged honey, tough meat, and wine led to the vulpine lying on his back, suffering worse than Wilhelm ever could, clenching his buttocks around a massive wooden phallus, too taut to live but too resilient to simply burst from the stimulation and stuffing alone. Lofen brought it on himself. His mistake was mounting first Versi and then Lord Wilhelm himself.\n\n \n\n  With one final piercing glare Wilhelm turned his back on the bed bound fox and his shifting red striped mountain of a belly.  Eyes locking on to his second toy.\n\n \n\n   Unlike the dungeon's other occupant she was not here to be punished. At least, Wilhelm thought with a smirk, not intentionally. The bird, a beautiful cowbird, had a male's shiny plumage, but no male could ever match her brand of beauty. If the silver fox had never met Versi, he would imagine Werma was the furthest an avian could go with delaying her pregnancy. Even at half the size of his pheasant lover, she was a magnificent, lumpy orb of eggs.\n\n \n\n  Werma was a thrill-seeker, just rich enough to afford risky ventures across the continent, and of course, she had quickly burned through whatever money she had. Wilhelm's party was the bird's attempt to continue a life of pleasure and she spent much of the night begging the fox for patronage. If she had known the right people Wilhelm would have held back, and merely made Werma's night a living hell of egg-shuffling thrusts and thigh-rippling orgasms. However she benefited from no such connections, and so there she sat.  Her fat feathered rump perched upon a sturdy wooden throne.  Her egg-filled belly resting several feet before her on a cushioned foot rest. Like Lofen, she needed no chains. Lust and size both kept her captive better than any restraints. Not that the cowbird wanted to leave.\n\n \n\n   “How are you today?” Wilhelm asked with fabricated sweetness.   Slowly caressing the overwhelmed pinkish red membrane. Tracing eggs with his palm just firmly enough to leave a pale streak of thinned skin in his wake that was slow to disappear.\n\n \n\n   “I can't bear it, Lord Wilhelm!” Werma's sweat-drenched brow knitted, the avian shaking her head even as her body quaked with bliss.  Her plump legs stiffening with his touch.\n\n \n\n   “You can. For a while longer.” he gently pushed on an egg, and the bird grunted, instinctively bearing down, trying to relieve the pressure.\n\n \n\n   Laying would be utter madness now, of course. As full as she was, entire broods were trapped within her, and the throne's flat seat made it impossible to do anything other than grind her pussy against wood and coat it in her juices. Every attempted birthing brought her higher without relief, robbing her of sleep with peaks of white hot stabbing pleasure that had her shiny black feathers fluffing up, lending her immense breasts even greater size.\n\n \n\n   “I want... to rut...”\n\n \n\n   Wilhelm rumbled a growl of lust. Of course she wanted cock. There was nothing else she could want anymore, not after days of sex and drug fueled delirium.  Utterly enslaved to her appetites in the dungeon. But it still brought him joy to hear the bird admit it.\n\n \n\n   “Perhaps after I am done with Versi tonight. You barely even approach her, still. Remember the terms of our agreement.” he laughed.\n\n \n\n   She would burst open long before she matched the pheasant. But, Werma did not know that before hastily agreeing to a deal Versi had whispered in her ear that fateful night. At least, he thought as he walked away, rubbing his own feverishly churning gut with a grin, Werma did not regret her choice. And, she would not regret it until her thinned-out skin gave out and her over-developed eggs rushed from her in a wave of amniotic fluid. The silver fox licked his lips at the thought.\n\n \n\n   He felt ready for another orgy now. Which left only one task.  Checking on Irra and Versi.\n\n \n\n   A part of Wilhelm feared looking in on the pair. Their progress left them so vulnerable a stray movement could probably end either of his favorites in an instant. Fortunately, the servants seemed to grasp the importance of keeping the bear and pheasant alive. With his supervision, the help fussed over every detail, from the softness of their pillows to the sturdiness of the mattresses they laid upon. Wilhelm wondered if that was how farmers felt about their prized pumpkins and melons.\n\n \n\n   “My love... you've grown!”\n\n \n\n   Lady Irra's shocked greeting came with a deep wheeze and a little wave. It was all the ursine could manage. Eating and fucking were her life now, and moving anything heavier than a plate had become too much for Irra. Her breasts were each easily bigger than any creature could hope to be.  Almost as big as her belly had been once upon a time in far away lands.  They formed mighty hills on either side of her mountain of a belly.  Each stretched and stiffened teat oozing fat streams of milk down curved slopes. She was so full of life.  So warped.  Just three reddish purple bubbles attached to a bear.  Some impossible caricature that seemed to grow larger with every breath.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm moved as fast as his gurgling belly allowed.  Jamming that unhappy mockery of a second term pregnancy into Irra's shinny, wriggling flank so the silver fox could smother her immensity with licks. The movement of her young resembled bubbles in a cauldron, far more pronounced over her hide, and Wilhelm's tongue navigated that angry sea like a sailing ship. It was, he realized, only a matter of time until birthing pains hit, no matter what magics he employed. Irra had reached her limit, and it seemed taking up half of their lavish bedroom was it.\n\n \n\n   Versi, on the other paw, looked more splendid than ever. Eggs, it would seem, kept the worst of the painful stretching and movement from straining her skin, thanks in large part to their lack of movement and a more sedentary lifestyle. Relying on her servants for all transport.  It was an awful risk, especially given their shared destructive lust, but the right paws for the job could always be found. Finding cart-makers skilled enough to produce something capable of carrying the pheasant's many pounds of eggs comfortably was something of a feat, however. Versi would go into temper tantrums from any jostling of her precious brood that was not caused by a hard fucking, and looking at the nonexistent navel that now formed an arm-length purple scar over the apex of her belly, it was easy to see why. She may have been  doing better than Irra, but it was still too much for the bird.\n\n \n\n   “Grown... heh... foxy's looking a little bigger, is all. Not like you and me, Irra. We're... oof... a couple of goddesses!” Versi piped up, more enthusiastically, if just as out of breath, slapping a tit big enough to crush Wilhelm beneath its mass, eyes glowing with expectation.\n\n \n\n   Irra could not match Versi's savagery. For Wilhelm it was plain to see. Even when playing with him, at his most vulnerable. While the fox was overwhelmed by food and completely helpless, the bear held back. Versi was different.  She always greeted the slightest discomfort with sadistic glee.  As eager to hurt him as she was to pleasure him. Deep down, Wilhelm appreciated that. After all, what good was kind, gentle love when fulfilling his darkest desires mattered more? Even if he still felt confused, holding back could not possibly be the answer! Restraint was just another word for weakness. And weakness made Irra a victim, not an accomplice. Especially when she so loved to be filled to the very edge of rupture...\n\n \n\n   “Versi, he's hurting!  Can't you see my love wincing and swaying? Come on, let's just take a break... We don't have to do anything but enjoy ourselves, after all...”\n\n \n\n   “I will be fine! Are you ready for tonight?” Wilhelm snapped, glaring at the noble lady.\n\n \n\n   Irra had no right. Not when he was the master of the house, and she was a bloated wreck trapped on the mattress.  No better than those fools in the dungeon! The ache in his gut lessened, replaced with a gnawing need.\n\n \n\n   “You know what I w-want.” he circled a paw around his belly.  Red silken pants bulging with arousal. “Don't keep me on a leash, my lady.”\n\n \n\n   “It's all just good fun.” Versi nodded. “Don't be weak dear.”\n\n \n\n   Wilhelm's face grew cruel, and the overfilled bear's heart grew cold.  He just stood there. Hunched forward and swaying drunkenly.  Gulping down air like a marathon runner while his arms encircled the silvery pink barrel he had grown to love so much.  Tension was thick in the air, and Irra gulped nervously.  Flashing an uneasy smile at her enraged husband.\n\n \n\n  “Right ---wheeze ---how silly of me.  All good f-fun.”\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n            Wilhelm eagerly awaited twilight. That thrilling time when guests began to trickle into his marble columned entrance hall.  The rotund fox came out to greet them dressed in nothing but a thin blue velvet robe that barely covered the bottom curve of his gut.  Swishing his tail and waving them in with effeminate gestures and giddy greetings. Fitting the role of an utterly debauched noble well. And of course, all of his visitors would buy that. He was, after all, well-known by now.  Wilhelm the harmless pervert.  Always throwing his decadent parties. They were all fools who knew nothing of his desires.\n\n \n\n  Well, perhaps not all of them were fools.\n\n \n\n  Finny was dressed as he instructed.  The albino rat's clothes a mix of fine emerald silks and silver chains studded with rubies. The dress was impractical for anything, but revealing in ways that Heskill, her chosen, would not be able to resist. A bit of cleavage, a little jewelry, and the badger would beg for her paw in marriage. Just as she wanted.\n\n \n\n   The blond haired beauty bowed.  Her long pink tail wrapping nervously around one ankle. Wilhelm just nodded.  Taking in his soon to be ex-servant. It was easy to see the buck-toothed little rodent had something on her mind, perhaps about tonight's plan to seduce Heskill.  But whatever Finny wanted to say to him, she would not do it in front of everyone gathered like this, sober and anxious for the festivities.\n\n \n\n   Wilhelm barely paid any attention to Heskill when he arrived.  Welcoming the well dressed  badger with a brisk bow that showed the full extent of his glutted gut.  A firm pregnant swell that tented his robe and threatened to throw the fox off balance.  Wilhelm only stopped long enough to assure the middle aged noble that there would be plenty of refreshment if he did not feel capable of more physical activities. Knowing this remark would irritate Heskill and make the badger more eager to prove his masculinity to this younger, more virile crowd. A calculated move that improved Finny's chance to strike.\n\n \n\n   The other guests received a warmer welcome. An otter called Theoren, some mercenary from across the sea, chuckled at Wilhelm's tented blue robe, but accepted a kiss on the lips with enthusiasm.  Clasping his webbed hands onto the bulging flanks of Wilhelm's cloth covered fecundity while their tongues explored.  The fox growled, allowing this bold guest to explore his taught belly and sharp toothed mouth for a spine tingling moment.  The alcohol on his tongue was strong and cheap, but Wilhelm heard the river-weasel could fuck even after a barrel of the stuff. The otter broke their kiss and slapped one hand onto the sloped shelf of Wilhelm's gut with a solid thwap.  Demanding to see “these big-bellied wenches I keep hearing about.\" \n\n \n\n  A mouse from the farms, his head swiveling about as if it would pop off at any moment, soon followed the otter.  A slender whip-like tail dragging in his wake.  His name was Foma, and the tales he had been told about these parties filled him with nervous apprehension.  The mouse bowed so low his ears brushed the stone floor before the fox could raise him up. Lord Wilhelm assured the buck toothed boy and his gaggle of friends they were welcome with a seductive wink.  Making sure to gently rub the front of his velvet covered girth against Foma's crotch before moving on. They whispered among themselves endlessly from that point on, each one certain that the fox was winking at them.\n\n \n\n   A fat lynx, her thighs somehow as wide as Irra's, lumbered up to him. She was dressed in a stained yellow dress that clung tightly to her pear shaped body.  Her name was Laura.  A minor merchant who only sold half of her dried fish inventory every week because the other half disappeared down her throat.  Usually joined by kegs of beer and the cum of any male that looked even remotely attractive. From what Wilhelm could tell, it was not even about lust with her. The feline was simply a bottomless hole with a desire to grow and so far no one had found her limit --------yet. He smiled politely, eyeing the slobish feline's meaty tits and jiggling ball gut with hungry eyes.\n\n \n\n  \"My, how you've grown Lord Wilhelm.  I'm almost jealous.\"\n\n \n\n  Irra's tail flicked with excitement between her cheeks, utterly failing to hide her arousal for the engorged fox.\n\n \n\n  \"And so have you my dear Irra, we shall have to compare our sizes after the feasting in a more intimate fashion,\" he said with a honeyed voice.  Letting his finger tips glide through her auburn head fur and down along one roll littered side of her fattened frame. Stopping only once his hand met one of the cat's fattened tits with a squeeze.\n\n \n\n  A deep rumbling purr vibrated through the lynx's chest, and with a lick of her lips she was off to find the food.\n\n \n\n   To look at the busty rabbit that followed Laura, one would think she was utterly disinterested in any orgy. Gemma's factories made the finest cloth sails on the coast.  A rather boring industry that seemed to match the rabbit's appearance.  She was dressed in a plain black dress and gray cloak so conservative she might as well have been an undertaker. But, when Wilhelm had first met her and Theoren the otter merc in the same bed the rabbit had acted differently. She had been humping atop the water weasel's cock, her bountiful chest heaving up and down, as fiercely lustful as any creature could be. Her eyes tonight were much clearer, the haze of drugs gone, but there was little doubt she would indulge the first chance she got. Which made her the perfect victim, of course. Who would be surprised if she turned up with her tits swollen twice their previous size and her gut burst.  Those plump lips coated in some exotic herb? Wilhelm whispered how well-spiced the wine would be into her ear, pulling her close enough to sink his claws into her firm bubble but just enough to promise Gemma a good time.\n\n \n\n   The tricky one tonight was Pytha. She was here along with her husband Mek. The pair of farmers had made a fortune a while back, and got it into their heads to play at nobility. No one minded, as long as they knew their place, and the pair of ferrets had managed to avoid doing anything that would offend the truly powerful. Their town liked them well enough, and they would surely be missed if they proved too tempting for the fox. But, Wilhelm decided to risk it. While the male ferret was of no consequence, the female carried more than one litter inside her, insisting that keeping herself full of young also kept her young. It was a flimsy excuse for her fetish, and the silver fox itched to see just how far he could push Pytha before she gave up or popped open at the seams. Reluctantly, he also admitted the slinky ferret by her side had some potential. Mek kept reaching a paw down between his legs, adjusting a bulge most males would kill for. Wilhelm chuckled, the image of the ferret trying to do that with a gut as big as a prize-winning pumpkin coming unbidden to his mind.\n\n \n\n   The servants led them all inside, Wilhelm following after with a slow, seductive waddle.. Once safely in the orgy room they all stood there, mouths agape, staring at the magnificent ladies of his house. It was impossible to imagine what they were all thinking as their gazes moved over the bulk of pheasant and ursine filling their matching silver couches. They were amazed, certainly. At a loss for words, probably.\n\n \n\n   “As I told each of you, my loves are not for the common streets or common eyes, and now you can see why.” he said with unrestrained glee.  Waddling up to Irra to gently lean upon her huge belly like he would a stone wall. \n\n \n\n   The bear tried to bend over and kiss him, but a deep gurgle and a flurry of kicks to her shiny pink and purple mottled hide made Irra think better of it.  She settled for brushing his head-fur with one large paw.  Her eyes already locked on the otter mercenary.  Watching hungrily as Theoren happily poured the contents of a crystal decanter into himself, his free paw traveling down to undo his britches.\n\n \n\n   “What a male...” she whispered, and Wilhelm restrained his jealousy while she waved to the merc.\n\n \n\n   Theoren waved back jauntily, before grabbing the mouse farm boy and pulling him in close.  Stuffing a pie into the smaller male's mouth. Foma struggled, sputtering, his friends falling over themselves with laughter. To Wilhelm's pleasure, in spite of the rodent's loud denials, he stayed by the otter's side, babbling about Lady Versi and flirting with the river-weasel when he thought no one was watching.\n\n \n\n   “Would you like to introduce me to Heskill now?” Finny slid up to the fox silently.  Her naked tail slapping his hip.\n\n \n\n   “Of course.”\n\n \n\n   They found the badger standing between a pile of steaks and Laura, trying to strike up a conversation. The feline simply shoved him aside, grabbing the serving platter and shoving one steak after another into her mouth as if they were dainty little snacks. Lord Heskill seemed to give up after that. He stood, fuming, periodically glaring at Irra and Versi. Having failed so spectacularly with those he thought he could easily impress, he was not about to be humiliated by them. Even if every time he tried to look at them with anger, his eyes kept drifting to the veined, striped behemoths of their breasts and bellies.\n\n \n\n   “Forgive my earlier rudeness, Lord Heskill.” Wilhelm said, gently guiding Finny forward. “But this young lady wished to know about your estate's sunflower crop...”\n\n \n\n   It was too easy. After giving her a look-over with a sigh of frustration, Heskill gave the rat a try. Finny was a natural.  Listening intently to the older badger's rambling.  Asking all the right questions. Soon he had forgotten all about how petite she was, and his eyes were straying to her tits with barely disguised lust.\n\n \n\n   In fact, the drugs liberally sprinkled over the food were beginning to work well on everyone. More and more, the chamber grew quiet as the guests looked to the corner where their hostesses, in all their taut glory, held court. Predictably, Foma's friends gravitated toward Irra and Versi. With their fearless leader occupied by the drunk otter, they had no choice. Neither did Pytha and Mek. The ferrets bounced around for a bit, but eventually, plates laden with food, the female had to rest her pendulous belly. And, the only good place to do that was a couch near Lord Wilhelm's two spectacularly overburdened lovers.\n\n \n\n   The fox caught snippets of their conversation. The farmer ferrets were amazed by the womb's strength, and all three ladies were eager to boast and share tips. Mek, Pytha's husband, kept trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.  Fidgeting whenever the size of his maleness or his ability to breed came up, but he flushed a little more each time, leaning closer to a handsome bat perched next to him on the couch.\n\n \n\n   “Such beauties you've grown Lord Wilhelm, truly breathtaking -----but I will be bigger than all of them.  You'll see.”\n\n \n\n   Laura waddled up to Wilhelm.  Her platter of steaks already mostly empty. Judging by the state of her long-suffering yellow dress, she would be naked very soon. Her globular gut sat heavily on those chunky hips and now swelled outwards far enough to snap the stitching at her sides.  The silver fox could even see a hint of areola on her right breast whenever she grabbed another piece of meat.\n\n           \n\n   “Do tell me how you plan to outgrow them.” the vulpine rubbed his paws together. “And I might help.”\n\n \n\n   “I'd have thought you of all people wanted to make sure your breeders were the biggest.” the lynx laughed. “But then again, you did want me here... what I think is, they've reached their peak. Those hides just can't stretch anymore. Meanwhile, I've been stretching my guts and my skin for years and constantly lotioning.  That way my skin becomes more pliant. Sooooooo, if I became gravid and carried for a while...”\n\n \n\n   She seemed to have no understanding of what such a burden entailed. The feline actually seemed to think she could gain enough to compete with his ladies! Wilhelm considered the lynx's value, eyeing the empty platter in her paw. If the doses were right, she would be a mindlessly horny wreck even before everyone else. That would, he decided, shut her ignorant hole up and open others for a good rutting. If nothing else, she would make a nice distraction for the guests.\n\n \n\n   “Of course. You are absolutely right. Do keep growing, and I'll be sure to add something to the cause later tonight... Now, I should go make sure Gemma is having a good time.” the silver fox brushed past, gently nudging her taught grumbling gut with a paw.\n\n \n\n   Gemma moved slowly around the food-laden tables. Hesitating, eyeing the massive bear and bird as if afraid a meal might leave her like that. But, the silver fox knew just how to appeal to her.\n\n \n\n   “How would you like to have a bit of fun with me first?” he sidled up to her, whispering with just enough urgency to suggest he was needy. “Just be sure to load up the plate for me. Stuff me my luscious bun, huuuuurt me.  I want to feel my belly convulse when we fuck.”\n\n \n\n   It was amusing to watch her grab everything in sight.  Tasting some as she went in an effort to please him. Gemma knew how he could be, thanks to their last meeting, and the prospect of starting the night with that insatiable vulpine drove her into a frenzy faster than any of his drug laced food. And, Wilhelm thought with a small chuckle, he wasn't lying. He did want her to stuff him. It would drive Versi up the wall to see another abuse him, and Irra... well, Irra would not just sit idly by.  \"She would abuse me too, wouldn't she?\"\n\n \n\n   Finding the right spot for their fun was important. Just close enough to his swollen lovers for the orgy to gravitate toward them, yet far enough away that they would suffer to reach him. And, if they were in pain from their overstuffed, burdensome guts, they would surely enjoy toying with his straining bulb even more! Wilhelm picked a low mattress positioned just close enough for the ursine noble and her pheasant friend to see what went on. He made a show of gazing longingly at the pair until Gemma returned with food laden platters and plates. The fox began to undress her, leaning in close for a kiss.  His paw straying deep into the bunny's cleavage to undo her bra beneath the black clothing. It felt like all eyes were on them for a moment.\n\n \n\n   But, only for a moment. Just as she shrugged off her cloak and dress, Wilhelm stood up with a grunt, throwing off his robe to bare it all for the crowd.  There were gasps of shock from his older friends, who found themselves even more shocked by the silver furred noble's increased girth.  The shimmering silver fur around his hips and along the rigid barrel were growing thin and patchy.  Revealing raw red strips and slithering blue veins.  He waddled up to Irra on legs that were still fairly thin.\n\n \n\n  “My love, won't you entertain... Mek and Pytha for me?”\n\n \n\n  Her eyes widened, but she nodded, and waved the ferret's toward her. Versi smiled wickedly, applauding his evil ways. She knew him well enough to know his next victims had been chosen. Pytha huffed with indignation, but ultimately joined her husband in clambering over the massively pregnant bear. The slinky weasels provided almost as much of a draw crawling over that immense dome.  Knees and elbows barely denting the solid leviathan.  Their balance often tested by shifting pups just below the contracting surface.  Mek kissed Lady Irra's breasts.  Suckling on her nipples with greedy squeaks while Pytha tried her best to grind the triplet sized swell that hung from her slinky frame between the bear's milky orbs in some twisted mockery of a boob job.   Theoren pouted, and Foma stared slack-jawed, doing their best to seem inconspicuous while they pawed themselves. The others were less enthusiastic, for now.\n\n \n\n  “Sorry, my dear. I could not very well leave my wife without a cock of her own.” Wilhelm said with a huff.  Clearly out of breath after his brief walk.  The silver furred fox bowed low to the lapin.  His gut pressing into bony knees with a liquid squeal that made the pink bubble turn a shade darker.\n\n \n\n  “Hah, you just want something to watch. You're a jealous one, but still a cuckold.” Gemma giggled, her cheeks flushed.  Eyes unfocused.\n\n \n\n  The fox laid down upon the mattress before her, whining submissively, glancing back at his wife with another male. There was a spark of something in him. A spark fed all the more by Gemma, who began thrusting bits of dried fruit and candied meats into his mouth.  A familiar need for more. He grabbed her right tit roughly, eliciting a moan and slap from her paw. Wilhelm snarled, and she fed him faster, more urgently.  Her other paw raising stray treats to her lips. The aphrodisiac mixture finally had its spell over Gemma, and she wanted more.\n\n \n\n  “Mmmm... come on...” he whispered between cheek bulging wads of food.  “More, give me more!”.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm heard panting all around him, and soft, lustful growls and groans. The feast was truly in full swing now.  So was the rutting. Theoren was balls-deep in Foma.  The mouse's excited squeaks filling the chamber as much as the otter's dick filled him.  With an eager wave of his hand Foma coaxed the hesitant bat watching them beneath his belly to suck him off. His uncertainty melting away once the bats mouth was properly filled. All three kept slapping Versi's belly while they rutted beside the birds lumpy wall of belly.  Forcing gasps and chirps of joy from the pheasant.  Her eggs changing positions with every blow.  Versi looked down at them with an unhinged grin and gasped through the pain.  Her eyes wide, feathers ruffled. She made them swear they would not cum until they mounted her.\n\n \n\n  Irra took to her duty as the wife of a cuckold well. Too well by far. Like a whore she spread herself wide for Mek and moaned with orgasmic pleasure in between large, ravenous bites of food.  One paw busily pleasured his wife while the fecund ferret suckled from the ursine's teat.  Pytha's fluffy cheeks bulging with great gulps.  Filling her stomach with more than drug-tainted oysters. Seeing Laura right there at the other nipple barely surprised Wilhelm. The fat, lazy lynx did not even bother returning for another platter. Why, when she had a perfect source of gut-sloshing filling and a warm fleshy mattress right there? Her belly fought with Pytha's for space on the vast, red marbled surface. Their navels were mashed together.  Lost from sight amidst the cleavage they created.  He could actually see them being pushed apart by their glutted guts and smirked.  Breaking his gaze away from the sight to slurp down another piece of steak Gemma presented him. \n\n \n\n  The unhinged fox grew lost to the pleasured stretch and rising nausea.  His tongue swamped with tastes and textures that only made him sicker with every passing moment.  He writhed weakly upon the couch like a finicky baby.  Mouth open for the next morsel, legs shifting, arms flopping, sharp toe claws flexing and clenching into the red mattress beneath him while his belly shifted, contorted and swelled angrily above him like a butterfly fighting to escape its cocoon.  He whined and grunted and burped, eyes rolling back with anguished shivers every time he swallowed.  At one point the fox surprised Gemma by rising up with a grunt.  Sending the triplet sized oval crashing down between his legs.  Wilhelm drew the bunny in with trembling arms for a long, passionate kiss made all the better by the full weight of the bun's upper body pressing into his shiny pink gut. Wilhelm could smell Gemma's arousal now. As soon as he was full enough they could begin.\n\n \n\n  Full enough now meant much more than it ever had. He ate and ate, but like any addiction, as his tolerance built, he had to consume more just to feel the same. Wilhelm's sides ached from the way his stomach pressed against his guts, churning with the drugged stuffing. He felt so unbearably taut, both between his legs and around his middle. At last, he could hold back no more. The silver-furred vulpine raised a paw and wretched.  Cheeks bulging with bile that was quickly forced back.\n\n \n\n  “Enough...hreck... foreplay...” he huffed.\n\n \n\n  That was a lie. It was never enough. Not even after eating himself into this state. He longed to eat until his gut simply gave up the ghost. The very idea sent a throb of desire into his dick that even seeing Gemma standing naked over him did not. She was too small. Even with those fat tits and a small dome of a gut from her constant snacking. The bunny's belly slapped his own when she straddled him, and that was good, but it was nothing compared to the press of a truly stuffed creature atop him. At least that part, he could fix.  Wilhelm guessed he could make the rabbit pregnant with a dozen. Just thinking of her swelling up with young, those massive breasts of hers finally serving some purpose, wobbling on a gravid swell...\n\n \n\n  He groaned when she impaled herself on his rod and settled the weight of her bloat against the underside of his hot, slick, thinly furred mass.  As Gemma began to bounce upon him Wilhelm went limp. His head flopping to one side.\n\n \n\n  He watched the debauchery around him through tear filled eyes and felt his dick grow even harder within the stuffed rabbit. The bat, no longer satisfied with merely pleasuring Foma, had moved on.  Lust driving him to mount Mek from behind. The ferret protested, but not too loudly. Stuck between the muscular bat and the bears immense rump Mek held on for dear life and tried to time his thrusts to his new lovers'. Pytha laughed at the site from her perch atop the bear's belly. Sprawled on her side the brown furred ferret rested her chin upon folded arms and let the barrel of her thin furred gut drape across the surface of Irra's massive dome.  A tinge of green had come to Pytha's milk drenched cheeks and her stomach's anguished convulsions vibrated through the bear.  She had given up long ago, leaving both breasts to Laura. She had decided to roll off the bears belly at some point and now sat on the couch beside Irra.  Snuggled up close so she could drink from one low hanging tit.  Her tan furred breasts lay parted to either side of a gut that came dangerously close to matching Wilhelm's A polished marble of solid skin topped by a pointy, tender new outie that was oh so red looking.\n\n \n\n  The fat cat seemed fine, unphased by self inflicted destruction to her waste line, but Irra could tell Pytha was paying for her greed, just like she was.  Irra had stopped eating once that familiar feeling filled the back of her throat.  The tingling pressure of compacted food with nowhere to go.  She was solid with food and babies, and the pain was intense, but Irra was much more used to it than the little ball of ferret. \n\n \n\n  Pytha's belly no longer conformed to the curved surface it rested on.  Jutting out rigidly into the air like a pencil balanced on a watermelon.  Perfectly balanced where her hip ended and gut began.  Irra grabbed the weasel by her ankle and spun the ferret around. Pulling her crotch in close.  The sudden movement released a retching gag from Pytha and loud sloshes from her belly but that didn't stop the bear.  She knew what her little friend needed the most.  Grabbing the overfilled ferret by her thighs Irra buried her muzzle in the smaller female's snatch.  Her long, thick tongue burrowing so deep it tapped her cervix.  Black nose mashing into Pytha's clit.  With a breathless wail the brown furred ferret threw back her head and gripped the bears thinned belly fur. Bracing herself for the intensity that comes with being eaten out like a chicken wing.\n\n \n\n  Versi eyed the bear jealously and groaned her disappointment at losing the bat to Irra. He had been her target. But, she would not give up, not when she had other boys to play with. She felt Foma hugging the front of her egg filled orb.  The mouse's dick thrusting into a hollow between two eggs while his mouth suckled the bulbous whirl of her navel.  Without his otter friend the shy rodent seemed content to worship the birds eggs, but Versi was not.   With tremendous effort, she stood up on thick, kneeless trunks, arched her back with a determined squawk and swayed her belly up over Foma.  Practically knocking the poor boy onto his back before sinking atop the mouse's hard, cum-stained dick with a shudder. Theoren, no longer enjoying the rodent's backside, hurried back over to Versi and sank as much of his length between the pheasant's huge buttocks as strength allowed.  Resting his shiny pink tinged ball of booze atop her firm ass cheeks. Between the swollen otter and meek mouse Lady Versi's holes were well-stretched, and she stopped staring at the bat's humping behind.  His abandonment forgotten.  Replaced by a pleasured agony that lulled Versi into a clucking daze. Her eyes half-closed, beak screwed up in concentration. Versi truly did not care one bit about the damage inflicted on her belly. The careless humping of her lovers quickly led to new bruises.  Her eggs jostling about in painful clacking jolts that kept the lumpy oval constantly shifting. The pain was plain to see upon her face but still, she kept going.\n\n \n\n  Mek's frenzied humps only intensified with the bat's help.  Sending Irra's warped and inflated body into a sloshing, thwumping, wobbling rock that finally drove Laura away from her perch.  The thick nipple so familiar to her lips was wrenched free by this undulating sway, and the lynx snarled.  Raising her claw tipped hand to strike at the sweaty breast bobbing before her. The fox bit his lip in anticipation. A good strike, maybe two, and Versi would be a mess on the couch! But, instead, the fat cat's gaze met his. Laura was well and truly drunk with her meal, and in that moment she remembered the silver furred fox's whispered invitation to compare their sizes in a more intimate fashion.\n\n \n\n  With a soft, wheezing breath, the lynx slid from the couch's edge and shuffled slowly towards a table laden with food, bent forward by the pendulous weight in her itchy hot food bubble.  Her navel tantalizingly close to brushing the ground with every sluggish swing.  It thumped into the lynx's fat packed legs.  Making her whimper with discomfort for the first time that night, and even in her cradled arms it refused to cease its motion.  Laura slammed her hands onto the food littered surface of the table and used it to push herself upright with shaky arms and grunts of strain.  Her spine popping, arching back to let the fat cats gut jut from her fattened frame like an air balloon. \n\n \n\n  She waddled towards Wilhelm drunkenly.  Stumbling from side to side.  He could see Laura's claw tipped toes clacking closer and closer.  Foot paws barely lifting high enough to show the delicate toe beans. Chubby hands roamed over her creation. Fingers and palms barely denting the raw, red striped skin.\n\n \n\n  From the front she was three towering bulbs, each shiny pink and tinged with brown fur.  Laura gave Wilhelm a sultry smirk that was soon lost from sight.  She became a belly with legs, a living monument to gluttony, and in his overfilled, sex drenched delirium that sweat slicked, red striped perfection resembled the thumb of some accusatory giant.   \n\n \n\n  “That must hurt.” the feline sneered. A paw sliding down her gut.  Playfully thrusting it before Wilhelm's face.  The fox's upper body was cast into shadow by lynx belly, and he whimpered up at the fat puffy slit nestled between her widespread legs.  His whole body rocked with each jack-hammering bounce Gemma made, accompanied by the solid thump of her small round pot belly slamming against the raw red underside of his gut.\n\n \n\n  The glutted lynx couldn't see Wilhelm's face, but all the same she stared down at the vast half moon of her upper belly like she could.\n\n \n\n  “I can make it hurt more if you want,\" she said eagerly.  \"I can rest this thing right on your aching gut.\"  Laura put a period on that sentence by winding back her arm and slapping the top of her belly so hard that it bobbed down low.  Tapping Wilhelm on the nose. \n\n \n\n  The silver fox should have stopped. He wanted to watch his lovers and the rest of the orgy unfold. And.  His poor gut already ached from the bunny's repeated blows! But instead, he nodded, ears laid back.  Eyes watering.\n\n \n\n  \"Y--yeeeessssss -------- hurt m-more -urch!\"\n\n \n\n  It was a croak really.  Strangled wheezing sounds that even Laura's sensitive ears struggled to hear.  Breathless words that gave her a sharp toothed smile.\n\n \n\n  Laura bent her dimpled knees and plunged the suffocating petals between her thighs onto his muzzle.  Wilhelm licked Laura's lower lips for all he was worth, barely breathing, air driven from his lungs by added weight. The cat's oblong mass was pushed upwards by the towering peak of Wilhelm's belly.  Becoming a mighty bludgeon that slapped down onto the reddening surface again and again.  Wilhelm whined like a pup and bit his lip so hard it bled.  Suddenly realizing how tormenting it was to have his ready to pop tumor of a belly sandwiched between two others like some bizarre Newton's cradle.\n\n \n\n  Not to be outdone, the rabbit sped up her pace.  Gasping and whining with every downward shove.  Keeping herself firmly on Wilhelm's length. He felt his navel bruise and stretch wider from the mistreatment. Stretch-marks itching worse than ever.  Stomach hurting more than ever.  Wilhelm's eyes rolled back, bile filled his mouth, and he came. Gemma squealed happily and clenched her muscles.  Milking the fox of every drop so effectively that his balls were bone dry after the third load.  The silver fox was barely conscious.  Suffocating between those meaty thighs.  Cheeks drenched in the lynx's juices.\n\n \n\n  Gemma was the first to give up.  It was predictable of course. The bunny lacked experience, and her own after-feast rut was far from a mild introduction.  She was too exhausted and full of cum to keep going. With a soft cry, she slid off his member and shuffled back on hands and knees.  Her belly swinging heavily below.  A full term bloat that churned angrily and slapped against her thighs and tits.  He felt the nub of her navel bump his erection as she slid away and shuddered with ecstasy.  His body stiffening with some kind of orgasmic seizure.\n\n \n\n  Not long after that Laura's bouncing slowed, and the fat cat rolled her belly off of Wilhelm's fecund food balloon.  Flopping onto her side with an angry glorp from overloaded innards.  The fox's muzzle popped free from its wet hot prison and crushed lungs gulped in what they could.   surface covered in wide angry purple bruises.  Clouds in a feverishly pink sky filled with arching red meteors.  It moved like a big ball.  Firm and unyielding.  The fox's mind beginning to clear with each shallow breath. Laura lay there, her back to the gasping noble, and giggled with glee. Her bobbed tail swishing happily between extra thick cheeks. \n\n \n\n  “Still breathing, fox? I thought my cunt killed you for sure!” she boomed a laugh.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm stared at the ceiling.  Watching the white dots that floated through his blurred vision.  The fox was nothing but pain now.  He felt strangled by his own body.  Compressed by the almost peach shaped hernia of a belly that covered his knees and forced his erection into the cool tiled floor.  Wilhelm didn't even hear the glutted cat struggle to her foot paws.  So disconnected from reality that he was genuinely surprised to see the lynx's oblong gut sway into his view.  The top of her head just cresting into view as she leaned forward with a satisfied smirk.  Her pointed ears flicking gently, almost mockingly, from their perch atop her head. Laura was tough. Perhaps, Wilhelm thought, she could even rival Irra and Versi one day.\n\n \n\n  “I'd ask if you want some more pain for that puny thing between your legs... and your dick... but I think I'd like to be bred now. Its high time i started stretching this jewel of mine to the limit.\"  Those words dripped off her tongue with a hungry purr, and she turned to the inebriated otter standing by the finely appointed bar.  Naked as the day he was born and full of enough hard liquor to turn him into a mockery of pregnancy.  His twin sized sphere of a beer belly resting heavily upon the bar's varnished top while he double fisted two large bottles of bourbon.\n\n \n\n  \"Hey, cap'n, bring me a bottle and seed this womb before someone else does!”\n\n \n\n  The lynx slapped her stretch mark littered oval to emphasize her point and Theoren re-doubled his efforts.  Jamming both bottles down his throat until every drop was gone.  With a belch that sent the ball rooms chandelier to shaking the otter threw the empty bottles to the ground and slid his churning pink tinged gut from the bar top with a prolonged, rubbery squeak.  Grabbing a bottle of wine in the process. Wilhelm shook his head with amusement as he watched the lynx and otter waddle towards each other like two fat ducks.  The fox was beginning to regain some clarity, nursing his middle with gentle sweeps of the paws as if it was some Faberge egg. All that pleasure must have torn something. The pain thrilled him. It meant he was at his limit. His head swam, his cock slapping his middle quickly, mercilessly, like a punishing rod every time his stomach contracted enough to free it from its compressed prison.\n\n \n\n  Maybe, tonight was it. One more climax, one more look at the beauty and horror he wrought, and he was finished. A part of Wilhelm recoiled in terror at the idea. But, in this state, that part was less than nothing. Cumming and destruction mattered more!\n\n \n\n  “M-my loves!” he called to the ursine and avian upon their couches. “Please... please help me... my b-belly aches!”\n\n \n\n  The look that passed over Versi was one of orgasmic, vile joy. She glared at him, slamming her belly upon Foma's chest, punching his chin with the thin-skinned apex of her egg-sack every time she rode up slightly.  Her grin growing once Wilhelm started crawling to her. He dragged himself across the floor.  Pulling with trembling arms and pushing with weakened legs.  His belly hardly moved, so taught that it only rocked back and forth like a ball just before it teeters to a stop.\n\n \n\n   Squeak!\n\n \n\n   Glorp glap\n\n \n\n   Squeak!\n\n \n\n   Glorp glap\n\n \n\n   Irra looked upon him with a mixture of pity and fear as he struggled upon the ground, ignored by most of his guests. Wilhelm saw the ursine's paw clasp around Pytha's shoulder. Drawing the panting ball of a ferret in close to her breasts like a protective mother.  It was such a simple motion, but it was enough. The smoldering embers of love in the silver fox's heart went out, utterly snuffed. She was not his accomplice. She was not perfect, and Wilhelm had no place in his life for things that did not meet his twisted perfection.\n\n \n\n  “You want help, you scrawny waste of vulpine skin? Come over here and let mousy lick it better from under my gut!” Lady Versi roared like a dragon from an old tale, her feathers ruffled, her eyes wild with overwhelming lust.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm obeyed without thinking.  Slowly, agonizingly wriggeling his way across the ballroom floor.  The crashing swish of his half digested feast rising above the cacophany of sex.\n\n \n\n  Squeak!\n\n \n\n  Glorp glap\n\n \n\n  Squeak! \n\n \n\n  Wilhelm was so close now.  The tip of his conical outie brushed the bulging, rounded flank of lumpy bird belly before him.  The skin so taught and thin that he watched veins pump their elixir all across this dark red planet that rocked and wobbled like some eldritch slug before him.   The pheasant forced her gut out even more, arching her back with a strained caw.  Forcing her tubular girth over a foot above the plush mattress. Those blood vessels slowed before Wilhelm's eyes, the skin drawn too tight for anything to circulate, and he swore he saw beads of blood swirling with the bird's sweat. She brought this rising column of mottled, lumpy skin crashing down atop Foma.  Covering the mouse entirely while she still rode him for all he was worth.  The visceral thrill of his belly being so close to crushing destruction brought Wilhelm to new levels of sexual excitement.  Wilhelm whined and yowled  up at her.  Pressing his heavy orb beneath Versi like a wedge.\n\n \n\n  Versi peered down at him with an unhinged, primal grin.  Her feather tipped fingers brushing against sensitive nipples.  For the first time ever Wilhelm completely submitted to this fiendish fowl, and Versi didn't hesitate.  With a roaring squawk she arched her back once more, giving Wilhelm the brief window he needed.  With eager, thrusting hips the silver fox shimmied his solver tinged food cauldron further forwards.  Right into that trapped mouse's face, and then.  Just as quickly.  The mighty whale crashed back down to earth with the crashing click clack of countless eggs.  Burying Wilhelm's tortured, red ribboned fecundity beneath it.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm bit his tongue and stifled a scream of pure agony.  Feeling his rigid gut compress beneath the crushing weight while Foma began licking the vulpine's belly, gently gliding his rodent tongue up to Lord Wilhelm's navel where it swirled around the gnarled purple root. The silver fox felt rather than heard the quiet moans and muffled pain of the mouse beneath Lady Versi.  He was just a soothing sensation that passed over the fox's fevered belly-hide now. It brought only slight relief to Wilhelm's torment.\n\n \n\n  Just enough to make up for the bird using his poor gut as an anvil. The weight of so many eggs slamming down on him drove the air from Wilhelm's lungs and mashed his triplet sized gut into frightening shapes. He swore he came twice just from the merciless squeezing of his packed innards against the floor! Wilhelm finally screamed, pawed at his cheeks, and thought of his past victims while feebly attempting to force even more of himself beneath Versi.  He would do anything to keep the wonderful, awful feeling going while the pheasant raised her immense pregnancy up like a great hammer and brought it crashing down with a floor shaking crash.  Her tail feathers fluttering with every blow.  Wilhelm felt the lumps of eggs shift mightily against his strained flesh, cracking within her.  The bird joining him in breathless ecstasy. He would give her more. Hells, the fox thought as a particularly desperate whimper escaped from under Versi's bulk, the mouse would give her more eggs to carry! What mattered now was the fantasy of self-destruction the fox endured. He deserved it all, after all he had done, after he became so spoiled and rotten inside. Wilhelm shuddered, buttocks clenching, another huge orgasm rocking through him. \n\n \n\n  \"p------pop-----gurk ungh! Meeeee,\" croaked the fox in between gagging convulsions.\n\n \n\n  Versi just cackled cruelly, her feathers ruffling where they still existed at the edges of her gargantuan pregnancy.  There would be no mercy tonight, not from her. \n\n \n\n  It was only some time later, once the bird finally released him.  Allowing the shivering fox to roll away from Versi's pounding girth and onto his back, that the vulpine thought it was good he survived.  His stomach was completely purple now. One of the pheasant's down feathers stuck to his shiny, bruised gut.  Stretch marks were torn wide by the birds abuse.  Like raw slabs of meat on a sphere, but they had not begun to bleed just yet.  That was good.  It meant he still had plenty of fucking ahead of him, and it would be terrible to die before he could make it through the night and enjoy a little play session with his prisoners down in the dungeon.\n\n \n\n  “I think I've knocked the poor boy out...” Versi panted, rolling off the couch like a boulder, not even pretending to lift herself as she went.\n\n \n\n  Versi came to rest awkwardly upon her side like a wrecked ship, the pheasant's beak meeting Wilhelm's muzzle in a slow, passionate kiss. The mouse on the couch looked much less alive than before, his cock lying across his stomach and his whole body coated in semen. How much of that slime was vulpine and how much rodent, Wilhelm did not care to guess. Wilhelm scooted forward, wrapping as much of his arms as he could around her tits, slipping his grape of a gut between that feathered tit meat and lifting a leg to straddle her belly possessively. He rested, barely breathing, eyes half-closed with afterglow. Delicious, evil pains passed through his innards. He was sure something in his entrails bled, having given up from the pressure and the blows. But, it would heal, Wilhelm was sure. The silver-furred fox knew better than to worry about such a minor thing.\n\n \n\n  “You are perfection... the biggest bird in the world.” he whispered.  Just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of sex all around them.\n\n \n\n  “And someday, I will burst open for you.” Vesi answered. “If you don't split yourself open first.”\n\n \n\n  “It would be -hurk- bliss either way...”\n\n \n\n  “And what will you do with Irra?” the avian gently jostled her chest, making the fox shiver and his belly slosh.\n\n \n\n  “What do you-urp- mean?” Wilhelm asked.\n\n \n\n  The twisted fox wasn't stupid, he knew that Irra had slipped away while his mind was focused on the white-hot cumming and near-bursting. While he writhed and gave up his seed, tortured in the most wonderful way imaginable, the bear had fled! And she must have taken the ferrets with her. Mek and Pytha were nowhere to be seen.\n\n \n\n  “She took them away.  Probably thinks you will torture them.” the pheasant shook her head. “Humph, weak.  That's what she is. I'd fill them with apples and roast their slinky little carcasses over the fire. Ferrets always taste best when their cooked over an open flame.”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm nodded, his face suddenly very still and serious. It occurred to him what a confession that was. In a way, it was more intimate than any profession of love. Even as full as he was, the fox felt his stomach grumble with sick hunger between her breasts. His darkest appetites re-ignited by the birds words.\n\n \n\n  “Are you surprised my dear? I have many students at my school. Some graduate, and some become my food. I know you approve. I know what you feed us, and i know you want to see blood and death and revel in it just as much as I. You'd do well in my kitchen.  Why don't you do away with Irra and her hesitations. Come with me, grow with me ------ destroy me.\"\n\n \n\n  She spoke to him in a low, guttural rumble.  The avian's eyes hard as steel. If he showed any weakness she would not hesitate to twist his neck until it gave out. So, this was a partner in crime worth having. He licked his lips.\n\n \n\n  “What do you have ----- in mind?” he said.\n\n \n\n  She would have to repeat everything eventually. Wilhelm was too drugged and dazed to retain it all. For now, every word was a thrill of bliss down his spine, and that was enough. Versi was truly wicked. The way her entire egg-sack of a belly lurched beneath him when she hissed her fantasies. The brutal way she shuffled her breast-meat over his dick.  Making every sentence carry a lustful, tortured undertone.\n\n \n\n  “It won't take much to push Irra over the edge. We could do it with another feast I'm sure. Maybe that's why she fears you now... the poor thing is terrified one wrong move won't just pop you, it will put an end to her!”\n\n \n\n  It made sense. If his guts begged him to stop whenever he humped into her cleavage, what would it feel like for Irra?  With her weaker willpower and insufferable conscious? He was a fool to ever think the bear cruel enough to partake in his fun. He felt ashamed to have ever considered her a true paragon of gluttony and lust. He had been a less refined fox then. Never having met a soul as twisted as his own. But now he had Versi. As if to emphasize her darker nature, the bird roughly thrust her chest forward, slapping heavy tits against the sides of his sensitive stomach.  A loud crack of flesh against flesh that elicited a choked moan from the fox and bird. Wilhelm felt like he had eaten a cannonball or two ------ or perhaps ingested a sin worm.\n\n \n\n  “My wife... eating herself to death in the middle of an orgy... how tragic...” he chuckled.  Reaching down to run a paw over one one of the large, raw red stretch marks that decorated his belly. “And you would, of course, be there... for support.”\n\n \n\n  “Of course, and as your victim. I am not a fool. I know you won't stop with me. Unlike Irra, I know... and I want it... as much as you do... for yourself.”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm swallowed. He was not ready to admit it so openly. Especially not with such a load of drugs in him! He was so drunk if someone offered to slice him in half, he'd agree just to see his own insides!\n\n \n\n  It was much easier to just growl and hump the bird's belly. To give into the demonic urges driving him to hurt himself, to hurt her, but always in pleasure. It was justice, of a sort, and a crime as well, and Wilhelm sensed, distantly, that he should have cared about what he was doing long ago. And even then, it was easier to look elsewhere, to relish the pressurized pain in his guts, to just enjoy the orgy as it went on.\n\n \n\n  Foma and Gemma did not make for much of a show. Neither did the mouse's friends. The bat, abandoned by Irra, sat upon her empty couch and masturbated while he watched Theoren and Laura fuck at his feet. The otter did most of the work, Foma's body glistening with sweat.  His whiskered face flushed with exertion, cum running down between the lynx's legs and over pillows that practically steamed in the air. The cat laid there on her back, her breathing ragged, and even where Wilhelm lay, with much of his vision taken up by Versi's magnificence, he saw the lynx's huge gut and tits wobbling with the otter's thrusts. Laura weakly raised a paw, reaching out for the bat. The boy looked torn for a moment, but, as with all victims of Lord Wilhelm's drugs, he succumbed and shoved his member down her throat, adding to the quakes passing through her lard.\n\n \n\n  The fox moaned, eyes fluttering. He could not last long like this himself, his thrusting hips slowing of their own accord. To go any further would be madness, but his gaze still strayed to the tables laden with food and drink. Just one sip from a hunger potion and he could go even longer, push past all limits in a final, wonderful climax. But, just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Finny and Heskill.\n\n \n\n  He had all but forgotten about them. Romance, especially faked romance, no longer interested Wilhelm. Why pretend, why lie to oneself or another? Wilhelm could have anything without such tricks now. Whatever soft, weak pleasures the two engaged in, the silver fox ignored them entirely, focused as he was on more intense things. Now that the orgy wound down, even the seemingly insatiable otter mercenary looked tired, his lover no longer making much noise past the bat's dick.\n\n \n\n  Finny was taking her time with the badger, and now the noble lord was utterly naked.  His belly stained with semen and sauce. For an older male, he looked rather well, especially after enjoying the company of the far more energetic rat. In spite of her dress becoming a tattered, ruined thing clinging to her shoulders and around her chest, Finny looked pristine. She was in control, and that surprised Wilhelm. He had expected the albino rodent's mind to cave in to lust by now. Instead, she led the badger up to a table, grabbed a cup, and poured him a drink. Heskill muttered his thanks, looking over the carnage of the night through hazy eyes.\n\n \n\n  It would not do to shout his congratulations, but Finny deserved nothing less. In a single night, she had her husband-to-be wrapped around her paw, a useless, drug-addled creature to cater to her whims. If her goals included killing the badger, it would be a plan worthy of Wilhelm himself.\n\n \n\n  And, thinking of killing, the vulpine shivered. Would he do it? Could he do it? He thought he had loved Irra once. But, then, he told himself as his eyelids grew heavy.  He once said the same about Sibada. Oh, Sibada, what would she say if she saw him now? He could just imagine...\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n            Wilhelm awoke with a whine, his leg kicking out in pain.  The fox had overdone things spectacularly the night before, and his guts bloomed with an ache that would make a lesser male weep. But, he had felt these pains before. Sometime in the night, he had the stupid idea to let a male mount him.  From the feeling at his tail-hole, the lucky lover must have been the bat. Wilhelm looked around, saw the boy sprawled out on the floor nearby, and nodded. Wilhelm could forgive the bat's devotion to pleasure. Theoren lay atop that one, his prick still deep between the bat's buttocks.\n\n \n\n  “Alright... alright...” the silver fox shook his head, clearing away the cobwebs while he struggled up to his feet.\n\n \n\n  His gut swayed before him, fat and full.  Most of his feast still busily gurgling away. The drugs had worn off by now but a hangover loomed over Wilhelm's head, ready to come down and crush his vulpine skull. But, at least for the moment, it was tolerable.\n\n \n\n  There were more pressing matters that needed attention. Lord Wilhelm smiled to himself. His pets down in the dungeon were overdue for a visit, and the queasy sickness, the twinges of pain that filled his abdomen.  The exhaustion and lethargy that only a diet of drugs and food could bring about.  Those feelings re-lit Wilhelm's libido, and his thoughts instantly wandered to the beached ball of a fox sprawled upon the floor of his dungeon.  Popping him would make his poor belly feel so much better!\n\n \n\n  He sluggishly stepped around passed-out guests, broken plates, and half-eaten food. Lady Versi, it would seem, had grabbed all of the leftovers she could after Wilhelm passed out, but the pheasant could only finish so much. Her bare, bruised, beautifully lumpy belly stirred with every shallow breath.  Stomach rising from the long shelf of her belly like a curled cat nestled between overfilled molting tits. Each one bigger than Versi's head. The bird snored lightly.  One long feathered arm draped around a stallion friend of Foma's, the other around Foma himself.  The naked mouse's lips were firmly locked onto one of the birds stiffened nipples and he suckled from the wide thick nub like a newborn pup. It was a tender scene, if one could ignore the streaks of cum, crumbs of pie, and bits of sauce that coated the three unconscious lovers. These were a mother and her children resting peacefully. These were rutting beasts so exhausted by their myriad sins that sleep had overtaken them.\n\n \n\n  He let Versi rest and waddled towards the ballrooms ornate double doors. Wilhelm was more interested in Irra at the moment. The bear, it turned out, had somehow managed to drag herself over to the bedroom. It was truly impressive how much weight the ursine could bear. Wilhelm was certain Irra's hips would dislocate long before she managed to heave herself onto the bed without a dozen servants hoisting up her constantly shifting womb. And yet, there she was, lying atop her own enormous orb, groaning softly, her pussy lips still squirting seed from punished nether lips.\n\n \n\n  “I see the cum-bag. But where's the scumbag that filled you, mmm?” Wilhelm asked with a chuckle.\n\n \n\n  There would be no answer. Whatever stupid moral itch she had developed all of a sudden had not deprived the bear of her sadomasochistic streak or her vast appetite. The pregnant noble would be out for many, many more hours, and not even a slap on her gut could wake her. Not that this fact stopped Wilhelm's paw.  He swung his open palm at the wriggling surface as hard as he could. Watching the taut, fur-less thing shift even more as dozens of her brood began to panic inside the fat bear's stretched womb.\n\n \n\n  The bears arms and legs dangled limply like bloated sausage links as the compressed ball of flesh she laid upon rocked and warped.  Limbs pressing out dangerously far and sliding in every direction.  Leaving new splotches of purple that Wilhelm couldn't help but add to.  His arms cart wheeled, striking her belly here and there.  Irra didn't even flinch, but her brood was in a frenzy now.  Her womb a boiling cauldron of motion that Wilhelm tenderly embraced. \n\n \n\n  “I could almost forgive you, you know,\" he whispered lovingly to the thrashing mass with a nuzzle of his cheek against the hot surface. \"You are my most brilliant work. I swear, I can see a map of the world in your stretch-marks and veins.” the vulpine sighed heavily.  Tracing the network of slithering blue and jagged red that marred most of the paper thin surface. “But, Versi is right. You have to go. Now, where did those ferrets you stole away from me get off to?”\n\n \n\n  The search took a while. Room after room turned up empty. Here and there, he saw a knocked-over vase or a suspicious stain on the carpet. Wilhelm interrogated the few servants he found cleaning, and eventually had a good idea of where Mek and Pytha went. Before the fox even waddled into the dungeon he knew they had broken in. The only question that remained was how much they saw and what they did.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm snarled and punched the stone wall the moment he entered. His inner sanctum was defiled! The smell of gore permeated the place. The vulpine he so happily held captive lay splayed upon his torture device, guts spilled over the floor. There was cum smeared over the dead male's mouth and from what little was not washed in Lofen's blood, Wilhelm could tell he went out having a wonderful time.  Spewing enough jizz to drench the far wall. Gritting his teeth, the silver fox went to where Werma once sat.\n\n \n\n  The wooden throne no longer held the bird. For a heartbeat, Wilhelm wondered if in their drunk madness, the idiotic ferrets let her go. The cowbird would sing such things to the authorities as would make their blood freeze! But, the broken thing now lay behind her chair, feathers stained with amniotic fluid.  Her eggs a mess of broken shells. Someone had squeezed her too hard, and the cowbird's skin simply broke, unleashing everything she had held in. Werma's face was forever stuck between shock and orgasmic bliss. Wilhelm growled with frustration. He wanted to see that, to feel her mass between his legs before she went all the over the floor! He stalked forward, claws flexing. He could kill Pytha and her husband before they took him out, but already, he found himself hoping they were unconscious and at his mercy.\n\n \n\n  Fortune was on the fox's side. The ferrets lay in a heap against an old, dusty rack. The night, it seemed, went quite well for them. Both sported guts stuffed to their limit. Pytha's even beginning to show a few red lines. There would be no acrobatics for the two for a while. Or, Lord Wilhelm decided, ever.\n\n \n\n  “Up you go, you worthless fuck...” Wilhelm hissed, scooping the bloated male ferret up under his armpits.\n\n \n\n  Mek's firm round bowl of a belly pressed into his much bigger bloat and the fox actually whimpered from the pain.  His gut still dangerously bruised and tender from the night before.  Wilhelm was glad no one was able to hear that pathetic sound and snarled as Mek tried to wriggle free of his grasp, but the glutted ferret was too limp and out of it to do much more than flop on the rack while the silver fox bound his hands and foot paws. Satisfied that the most important victim was secure, he looked over Pytha. She did not deserve the throne. And, like her mate, she was a nuisance to be dealt with, not a masterpiece to be displayed. Eventually, he settled on chaining her to a support pillar, leaving her sprawled on the cold floor where she belonged.\n\n \n\n  “And now, for some breakfast.”\n\n \n\n  The thought of food made his innards tense up with nausea. But, he had to eat and drink if he had any hope of passing his drugged dinner with fewer consequences. Plus, as much as he hesitated to admit it, the fox didn't want the anguish he felt pulsating through his body to end.  More, always more.\n\n \n\n  In the end, he grabbed a large cast iron pot of soggy bread mixed with a thin stew from the kitchen. It was all he could lift in his condition, and all he could stomach to eat. No doubt, it was meant as stuffing. But, now, it would serve as simple snack for him and a punishment for the ferrets.\n\n \n\n  As he lugged the thing to the dungeon, struggling not to spill any of it while keeping it away from his sensitive gut, he ran across Finny. At first, he did not even recognize the rat. He remembered last night, just before his mind completely failed him, he saw her as the same skinny rodent as before. Now, totally naked, she lounged on one of the hallway's couches. Heskill lay nearby, drooling a little from the corner of his mouth, no doubt sleeping off the feast she made him eat. Her own belly, Wilhelm noticed, was tight and round, more like a miniature of his own painfully stuffed middle. However, the shape of it suggested a lot more cum went in than food. The albino rat's womb practically sloshed as she breathed.\n\n \n\n  “Good to see you're up, my lord.” she gave him a buck-toothed grin and a small nod. “As you can see,\" she said with a bashful blush. \"Heskill and I decided to have a child. Or, at least, to fill me up with enough badger seed to start five litters. With a little persuasion he accepted my decision to delay any birth that may come. He was absolutely head over heels with your wife, you know... and he can't wait to see me turn into a gigantic, eternally pregnant orb, too.”  Her hands caressing and carousing across the white furred cum bubble her navel jutted proudly from like a small pink volcano.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm rested the pot on the floor and took a moment to sit beside Finny.  Lowering himself down slowly onto the couch by her toned white legs so that his sensitive food baby wouldn't crash into his knees.  The fox sloshed like an ocean and felt his meal crashing against the walls of his stomach.  An oddly pleasurable sensation that made the wolf smile.\n\n \n\n  “Wonderful my dear, simply wonderful!  I will make the necessary preparations. But, you should let that-” he said with a pointed finger at her cum-bloated belly. “-cook a little. Remember, Heskill is not as virile as some males you knew. He will need to cum a lot more to fill you up properly, even if he can produce enough juice to round you out.\"\n\n \n\n  The fox reached out a tentative hand and placed his palm upon  the side of her full term swell.  Finny simply clicked her teeth together and made happy squeaks.  Her own hand reaching out to rub at his own.  They sat there i silence for a moment.  The bunny letting claw tipped fingers rake across the ripped and torn skin.  Her palm pressing in the thumb sized nub of his outie just enough to set the fox's bushy silver tail into an energetic wag.  Wilhelm returned the favor.  Darting his thumb around and into the shallow divot of her own navel.  Gripping the thin layer of skin that still gave to his grasping fingers.  Testing her ripeness as one might an apple or melon at the market.  There was still room for more seed, and her fur was just beginning to show signs of thinning.  Finny hadn't even reached her full potential yet.\n\n \n\n  \"How long did you hump him for, anyway? You wouldn't want his heart giving out from the stress.”\n\n \n\n  “Oh, I've been gentle. He slept plenty after the orgy. It's been some time, and we've made love some more while waiting for you to wake up. Heskill insisted, hehehe!  He wants to thank you personally for 'the finest maid anyone has ever seen'. He surprised me. I thought for sure he would be a vile pervert like---------well, it just worked out well for me. So, thank you.”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm wondered if she was about to name him or the skunk brothers.  His paw slowing to a stop upon Finny's cum bubble belly.  The fox chuckled mirthlessly and Finny could feel his claws beginning to prick against the skin.\n\n \n\n  “Tell Lord Heskill he need not worry about expressing his gratitude. I will see you, and him, at the next party.” the fox said.  Lifting his hand from Finny's soft snowy pelt and rocking himself onto unsteady legs.  \"Unf -hurp! But, for now... leave. I expect Versi will be making everyone go as soon as she wakes. She doesn't like lingerers and with so many guests, well, one or two might wander off and disappear. That would be unfortunate.”\n\n \n\n  “So, you are still...” it surprised him how much Finny's expression hurt. \n\n \n\n  “Yes.” he snarled with a grin.  Daring her to say anything more.\n\n           \n\n  Finny sighed.  Nodding her head with a sad smile.  The rat had made her deal with the devil. She would have to live with Wilhelm's desires and what she knew about the fox fulfilling them.\n\n \n\n  “I'll gather my things and call for the carriage.  I hope you... have a good day, my lord.”\n\n \n\n  Lord Wilhelm just nodded and went on his way with the large, heavy pot thrust out and away from his bobbing grape colored oval. The cooks will need to prepare more, he thought. A single bucket wont be nearly enough.\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n          Pytha came to just as Wilhelm began turning the wheel. Though at first groggy, the pregnant ferret's eyes quickly widened once she saw her husband stretched out upon a torture device.  Whimpering at the ceiling. She cast her eyes about, looking for their victims.\n\n \n\n  “They're gone, if that's what your looking for.  I clean my dungeon very thoroughly between play sessions.” the silver fox assured her.  His eyes flashing evilly in the dim light.\n\n \n\n  “Lord Wilhelm... we didn't mean to... I mean, that is, we were drunk, and more than a little... horny... and...” the round-bellied ferret looked guilty.  Even appropriately remorseful, but that no longer mattered to Wilhelm.\n\n \n\n  “If you let us go, we won't say anything!”\n\n \n\n  “I have no doubt of that. But -----the two of you caught my eye last night and spoiled all the fun i had planned for my toys. So you two will replace them.”\n\n \n\n  “Agh. What's happening'? What is...where...” Mek blinked rapidly.  The discomfort in his limbs increasing.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm ceased turning the rack's wheel just as he heard the Mek's joints begin to creak.  Long before the well-endowed male's ligaments would begin tearing. Spread out before him, spherical tan coated belly on display, Mek seemed much less regretful than his wife.\n\n \n\n  “You... you fucking monster! I demand you let us go immediately!” he spat.  Glaring at Wilhelm with indignation.\n\n \n\n  “Or what? Tell me...” the fox smirked.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm ran a paw over the ferret's stuffed stomach, his palm gently pressing over the dome.  There was still a softness to the watermelon sized protrusion.  The fur had only parted slightly around the ferrets puckered navel and Wilhelm couldn't resist thrusting a claw tipped finger into that flushed divot of flesh. Mek still had plenty of stretch left in him. And, while the farmer's curses and threats poured out of his mouth, the male's genitals had other opinions.  All it took was Wilhelm's tough to send the ferrets cock thrusting upwards into his underbelly. He had watched the ferret humping his wife, and now, that same fat dick was rising, obeying Wilhelm's gentle caresses.\n\n \n\n  “It would seem the aphrodisiacs haven't quite worn off yet. Or, could it be all that drugged meat I forced down your throat while you were unconscious?” Lord Wilhelm turned to look down at Pytha. “What do you think my dear?”\n\n \n\n  Pytha sobbed miserably, shaking her head.  The pregnant ferret rocked back and forth, her belly rolling across the floor with every motion.  Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were unnaturally bright for someone who should have been in the grip of the worst hangover of her life. The pregnant weasel's belly rose and fell quicker now, her breaths turning ragged.\n\n \n\n  \"Please -sob - don't hurt us.\" On the rack, her husband's tirade turned to gasping and pleading.\n\n \n\n  “Oh gods, just - just let her go! You can have me, I'll do anything! Just please-please let her go!” Mek's dick bobbed about while his struggles to escape the rack renewed, but no matter what he tried the metal bands refused to budge.  The fox smiled down at Mek and moved his questing hand down the ferrets softly furred underbelly until fingers found his maleness.  Stroking the veiny rod firmly, slowly, although this new pleasure did nothing to ease the ferret's panic.\n\n \n\n  “She will be spared ------- for now.” the silver fox said softly.  His paw beginning to speed up on the ferret's member. “Instead of worrying about your wife, why don't you enjoy yourself? Focus on the blissful edge of completion, and hover right there. Let the drugs take you over. Then, perhaps, I will be kind.”\n\n \n\n  Mek denied him for a while.  His forehead beading with sweat, trying to shrink away from the fox's pawing. When he broke, it was spectacular. Pre-cum spitting up onto Wilhelm's paw,  The male ferret began to plead for release of a different sort.  The drugged food churning in his guts had finally claimed him.  The stuffed ferret slurred his syllables into an unrecognizable word salad of lust.\n\n \n\n  \"Hungryshfoodneedfoodfuckshgonafuckyoushsogood ----\"\n\n \n\n  Mek rolled his head and began thrusting his hips into Wilhelm's clenched hand.  Urging him to continue his milking.  The fox draped his free hand across the shelf of his gut and laughed.  Squeezing down on the ferrets shaft.\n\n \n\n  “Good boy, that's what i wanted to hear. Your marriage will end on a happy note. That much I can assure you.” Wilhelm said, a grin stretching his cheeks.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm released the ferret from his grasp and worked quickly.  Bending over with a grunt, legs spread wide to allow that bruised egg of pain to dip low between them while he rummaged for something on the floor.  When he pushed himself back up with a trembling arm, careful to keep his cresting girth from hitting the rack, Wilhelm held a funnel in his hands.  Positioning the tube just above his prey's food stained lips.\n\n \n\n  \"Now be a good little pig and say aaaaahhhhhh.\"  The silver monster parted his jaws as he spoke.  Letting his long pink tongue flop out like a roll of tape.  Mek blinked through the drug fueled haze and copied his master.  Letting his mouth fall open just enough for Wilhelm to violently shove the rubber tube down Mek's throat. The ferret could not spit it out. Bound upon the rack, Mek scratched his teeth upon the metal.  Too disoriented to do much more. The poor ferret actually felt the hose jab into his stomach, but then Wilhelm poured the first bucket in, and suddenly Mek was focused on other matters.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm bent forward, his face uncomfortably close to Mek's.  “If you drink, I'll give you release!” Wilhelm snarled, spittle hitting the ferret's cheek.\n\n \n\n  Mek felt his captor's hand wrap around his throbbing dick once again and obediently swallowed every slimy bucketful the fox offered up. His gut soon radiated agony, and yet he kept drinking.  The belly before him becoming rounder, pinker, tighter.  Less a part of him with every passing second. Even when it swelled past his knees, burying the ferret's maleness and driving Wilhelm's hand away, Mek kept gulping down this unappetizing mixture. Wilhelm wondered if the ferret could taste the vile stuff rushing into him. But, then, even if he could, the only other option the bound creature had now was drowning. Drink and die, or refuse to drink and die. It was no choice at all.\n\n \n\n  “Ohhhh... gawwwds... Mek... you're... huge!” Pytha panted up at her husband.  She seemed calmer than before, her tear stained cheeks beginning to dry.\n\n \n\n  Pytha was a lady after Wilhelm's own heart. She watched her husband's shiny, ever-expanding belly with a hungry, conflicted look. Wilhelm had counted on a reaction like this when he invited them, and it was wonderful to once again have his instincts proven right. The fox's own lust rose up in spite of the ugly, stabbing stomachache that radiated from his core. Or, more likely because of it, Wilhelm admitted at last. The nauseous fox turned towards Pytha and let loose a vicious, jaw snapping snarl that made the pregnant ferret flinch.  His belly swaying sluggishly like the spar of a sailing ship once his sore, dainty foot paws shuffled to a stop.  From the side Pytha could see just how far out his gut extended, and she found her hands reaching down towards her own bump with a lustful squeak.  Drawing her knees up to cradle its underside.\n\n \n\n  “Would you like me to keep going?” the vulpine asked Pytha.  His smile full of teeth and menace.\n\n \n\n  There was a pause.  The ferret's brain trying to formulate words.  She looked up at the fox.  Her eyes darting from his silver tinted purple egg to the round brown ball grumbling with digestive unease atop her husband's waist.  Pytha licked ruby lips and griped her belly in a full body hug. Inner thighs becoming damper and damper.\n\n \n\n  “Yes!” Pytha squealed up at her captor.  \"Make him bigger than you, bigger than me!\"\n\n \n\n  The glutted, swaying beast's smile only widened.  Displaying an unhinged happiness that Pytha found herself sharing.  Wilhelm went back to his feeding, and Mek's fate was sealed. Once every bucket of soup churned within his prey, Wilhelm fetched a large cup, and began filling it with wine. The fox's hand would dig bellow Mek's rigid bulb and paw the swelling ferret's length as long as the cup had some liquid left in it. Then, he would cease, watch the male squirm and whimper as he filled the cup again. It took a long time to get him close to splitting open. Pytha's husband had a wonderfully stretchy gut, and it grew, hide thinning and innards churning.  Reddening with the effort of containing everything Wilhelm poured into it. Mek's mind was well and truly gone. When Wilhelm finally removed his funnel, the ferret belched and gurgled.  A dark froth forming on his lips.  Blood, wine, bile, and crumbs of soggy bread came up, even as he tried to swallow them down.\n\n \n\n  “More... please... don't... urrrgh...bwooorp... blurgh... don't stop!” the ferret looked delirious.\n\n \n\n  It was a good thing Wilhelm intended to end him. Mek's body could not take any more stress.  Whether from the bubbling hell within him, the rack his limbs were pulled upon, or the drugs making his heart beat faster than any drum. The ferret's grotesque, purplish orb towered over him and shivered like some sick slug.  Veins pulsing over its surface with urgency, as if to make up for all the beats his heart would now never get. Mostly hidden by that gut, and just as taut and desperate, the ferret's maleness was slick not with sweat but with other fluids entirely. Mek had climaxed, though apparently nowhere near enough.\n\n \n\n  “Watch what happens next, Pytha. Your husband is about to blow his load. And his gut...” Wilhelm growled under his breath.\n\n \n\n  It was slow at first.  A tearing that could be seen along his stretch marks.  Threads of flesh coming apart, splitting in tiny rents from the lowest point of his belly. Mek barely even made a noise.  Too busy cumming his brains out to even notice his undoing. The ferret's eyes did cast down, bulging and blinking in shock, when his overfilled innards poked out at last.  Splitting him all at once from groin to chest. Mek's guts sloshed mightily, bloated up so much they could no longer function. Even if he was not about to meet his end, Mek was finished.  In a few hours, his insides would have simply given up within him. There was a moment in which the still-climaxing creature shivered on the rack, panting hard, shaking his head and trying to moan. And then, Wilhelm saw those fat coils of entrails spill out onto the floor.\n\n \n\n  Pytha squealed where she sat. Seeing her husband's stomach hit the floor and pop open as if it were a paper box filled with water.  Instantly sending the gravid widow into a shocked panic.  While she enjoyed the other two pops, and even found herself aroused by this one as it progressed, it was her mate. The pregnant ferret whimpered and threw up, though to her credit, she ceased her retching once Wilhelm glared at her.\n\n \n\n  “I do not want you adding to this mess.” the black-furred demon hissed.  \"Not yet at least.\"\n\n \n\n  Even bloated, with a paw over his own belly, Lord Wilhelm could be a threatening figure indeed, his beautiful silver fur shining with tiny points of light, his eyes just as cold and soulless as the abyss.   He knelt by her side.  The fox's belly swaying down until it pressed into the cool dungeon floor and squealed like a stuck pig.  Its plum purple surface contorting just enough for Pytha to make out the slithering organs pulsating bellow.\n\n \n\n  Pytha wept and pleaded, but Wilhelm didn't care.  His fingers darted about the ferret's quad sized sphere.  Drawing complex patterns onto her thin furred flesh.  With each symbol the power that kept her pregnancies from advancing was striped away. There were no layers of protection, nothing to lessen the burden or manage the pains of growth once his work was finished. It was fast, cheap magic. And it dissolved under the silver fox's spell like a piece of ice in a furnace.\n\n \n\n  “Oh gods... you can't... I have too many... I never intended... to birth...and Mek, oh, poor Mek...” the ferret squirmed in discomfort while her womb lurched out violently. Flattening the ferrets crimson outie into a slight bump on her much shinier pelt. \n\n \n\n  “Don't worry. I'll make sure you endure longer than your mate. But first, you must stop lying to yourself.  You wanted to see him burst apart, did you not?  I bet you fantasized about enduring the same fate too.  Yearning for that push into oblivion.\"\n\n \n\n  It took a while, but eventually, Pytha nodded. The pleasure bubbling within her and the dangerous, yet attractive male kneeling by her side, kissing her belly just as her husband once did... the ferret could only deny her own perversion for so long.\n\n \n\n  Pytha made a fine replacement for Werma. In a matter of days she swelled with young and fat.  Quickly reaching the dead bird's size, and then quickly rushing past it. In what he suspected was some desperate bid to save herself the swelling ferret showered him with praise and promised she would help him with any new prisoners. She might have had luxurious, dark brown fur and a good figure made even better by the tremendous expansion of her middle, but Wilhelm did not care to keep her long. In fact, he decided, she would be the last of his victims in the dungeon, and his next to last in the house.\n\n \n\n  It was time to move on. Lady Versi whispered many of Irra's indiscretions into the fox's ear.  No doubt trying to stoke the flames of dissatisfaction he already harbored towards the bear. Wilhelm did not care one bit that she 'stole' food from the stores or even slept around. It stung, but they were not saints. Other offenses weighed on him more heavily though.\n\n \n\n  The ursine's lips were no longer sealed. Irra spread rumors about her husband, and Wilhelm did not like any neighbors or servants thinking he was a murderer from the desert with access to dark magics and evil demons. Not when he planned to live and swell as a noble for many, many years to come. The good life agreed with him and anything that threatened that, including his once-favorite lover, needed to be destroyed. Even if the egg-sack pheasant was lying about every third thing, it was enough.\n\n \n\n  As for Versi's trustworthiness and attitude, it seemed to match his far, far better. The avian's bloodthirsty tales, fantasy or truth, reminded him of his own exploits. Lady Versi was an experienced cannibal. And, more importantly, she cared nothing for either herself or the fox. At least when it came to pain and pleasure. One night she nearly gutted him entirely by slamming a heavy, clawed foot into his middle while he lay there, worshiping the great dome of her belly. Lady Irra had done nothing but scream, her terrified expression lacking any hint of blood lust. Wilhelm, meanwhile, just laughed.  Digging his claws into the egg-sack and shoving with all his might until the pheasant fell back, groaning and begging him to fuck her. When she burst, he knew Lady Versi would be perfect, and before that happened, she would serve him well.\n\n \n\n  “Your husband is dead. You loved him, or at least it seemed you did. Do you miss him?” he asked one evening, the enormous belly with limbs riding atop his dick and overfilled gut stopping mid-thrust, Pytha's face just barely cresting the horizon of the red, hairless sphere.\n\n \n\n  “M-master?”\n\n \n\n  “You heard what I asked.” the fox replied with a breathless, raspy tone. “Do you miss Mek?”\n\n \n\n  It was no surprise it took her a while to think.  There was not much thought left within the bloated ferret anymore. Pytha's head was filled with lust, and all her memories sat somewhere in the background.  Squished up against her survival instincts and the compressive force of a womb that filled the majority of her chest cavity. Wilhelm waited patiently for an answer. Taking advantage of this pregnant pause to wrap his arms around the rounded, red slashed sides of Pytha's bulbous baby tube.  The fox's claw tipped hands pressed deeply into that thinning pelt and jostled her overworked womb about.  Slowly humping into her.  Watching the dark, almost black line marring her squashed sphere twitch from left to right and back again like a pendulum.  Her hide staying together purely through the power of healing salves and luck. And even those were running out, Wilhelm noted.  Watching a bead of sweat near her navel spontaneously turn a reddish color before sliding down onto his chest.\n\n \n\n  “I... I thought I loved him... but... it was always about pleasure... and now, I see... I see I can have so much more pleasure. I feel young, and beautiful, and... and fuuuulllll!” her words slowly morphed into an orgasmic groan.\n\n \n\n  It made sense. Wilhelm now realized his own marriage was merely convenience and pleasure wound together, and that should have made him sad. After all, romantic songs and stories had once filled the silver fox's head when he was a young boy. Caught in the cruel grasp of Sibada and her band.  He dreamed of the rat bandit's double d breasts and firm round ass.  Wishing she would fall in love with him.  That had all been beaten out of Wilhelm, and only the ghostly, fleeting feeling remained now.\n\n \n\n  “Mmmmmmm yes, pleasure!  That's what we should seek in this life my pet.  So lets keep fucking and feeding and growing.  Lets keep chasing that pleasure ------.\"\n\n \n\n  Pytha's eyes opened, dull and unseeing, but she nodded. The afterglow mixing strangely with aphrodisiacs and pregnancy. Wilhelm maneuvered the semi-conscious ferret's crushing weight by rocking the four feet of compressed girth erupting from his relatively thin waist until he could roll Pytha off of him without hurting her fragile belly.\n\n \n\n  Mek flopped onto her side with a room shaking thud.  The impact bouncing her belly off the floor slightly like a child's ball.  So packed with babies and food that the faintly undulating red streaked tank defied gravity's power.\n\n \n\n  “Please... I want to feel moooore ... like Werma ... like Mek....”\n\n \n\n  Forceful gulps broke up her words.  The ferret's head bobbing forward, cheeks puffing with bile that was quickly forced back.  The impact had set her babies into a frenzy, and the thrashing against Pytha's overfilled stomach threatened to lower her calorie count.  Legs and arms rubbed what they could. sliding over the damp, hot , cratered moon in gentle swirls.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm sat up with a grunt and looked over at the ball of ripped and rippling flesh that blocked Pytha from view.  Watching the purple swirl that her belly button had become dance about its flattened peak with a hungry lick of the lips.  She had just said everything he needed to hear.\n\n \n\n  Like her husband, Pytha was a stretchy, remarkably resilient victim. Wilhelm took his time, assuring her every day that the climactic finale approached. She could see it, if she bothered looking. The movements within her womb no longer resembled idle kicks but the beginnings of birth. The drugged food inside her no longer added any weight, because what she already carried demanded so much just to continue existing. Her fat rump, tits, sides, and gut would tear her apart all on their own. Her belly wobbled and rippled every time Wilhelm ran his paw over it, the amniotic fluid and kits packed so tightly her skin was thinner than a soap bubble at her stretch marks. She was past due, in a number of ways.\n\n \n\n  He timed Pytha's progress perfectly to the day before that momentous occasion of Irra's destruction. The ferret would be his little firework for Lady Versi. A twisted romantic gesture that amused Wilhelm.  It was the closest he would probably ever come to such things. \n\n \n\n  Wilhelm ordered Pytha to be separated from Irra early that morning with a stern expression.  Supervising the finely dressed servants who rushed into the room with a commanding bark in his voice.  Waddling about with a commanding air. Making sure they lifted her thin membrane onto the gilded palanquin that carried her from the room with the greatest of care. Irra, as oblivious as any of his victims, idly wondered what Versi did to deserve the silver fox's banishment, but those thoughts were quickly scattered once Wilhelm rolled the bear onto her back, spread her tree trunk legs and penetrated Irra's pink pettles.  Irra wheezed and moaned.  Her belly towering high above her and spreading to the sides.  A hot, scarred, vein littered painting of red and blues and deep purple that separated Wilhelm from his prey.  Lord Wilhelm smiled.  Thin, muscled arms wrapping around those bulging flanks, pulling his breakfast filled bubble against the underside of Irra's raw red belly with a trembling howl of the sweetest pain.  Relishing the way his red striped girth barely dented under the pressure.  In that moment they were just two immovable objects fighting each other for space, and that turned him on even more. \n\n \n\n  He Sped up the pace of his fucking, sending the mighty planet into a sluggishly undulating motion that resembled a swaying buoy upon ocean waves.  The thump of huge, agitated babies against his constantly anguished gut and gritted his teeth through the blows. Irra was powerless to stop him now.  To heavy, too weak.  She was only capable of laying there.  Always gasping, nearly airless.  Her body betraying Irra one tiny step at a time. Fat was no substitute for muscle, and his wife had reached a point few of his victims ever reached before their demise. Total helplessness. She and the ferret were so alike in that regard. That made Pytha perfect for his needs. A miniature ursine for him to practice on before the main event.  An appetizer for Wilhelm and his new obsession.\n\n \n\n  Versi was placed in an empty bedroom down the hall from Wilhelm's dungeon, and the most troublesome obstacle he faced that day was transport for his toy.  Wilhelm solved that by rebuilding his torture rack into a sort of bed-cart. The silver fox was no carpenter, but the result was sturdy and easily kept Pytha from rolling about, or worse, off, while he wheeled her down the candle lit hall. Bound just like her husband had been, but considerably, beautifully larger.  The weasel complained of aching limbs and a stabbing ache that rocked through Pytha's guts every time she breathed. Not being able to wrap herself around her gut to ease the discomfort of stretching skin, crushed lungs, and overworked innards was terrible torture, Wilhelm was sure, but to hear the drug-addled Pytha, the worst of it was not being able to reach climax simply by moving a fattened thigh or running a claw through a groove in the stretched-to-oblivion hide of her belly.\n\n \n\n  “Do not worry. Today is the day, Pytha. Do you know what's coming... you're about to birth!” the vulpine whispered seductively.  Leaning in close to the fever-flushed face of his captive.  Licking his lips hungrily as he spoke. “Though, perhaps another word would be better. After all, you wouldn't want to give up mating merely to deliver some kits, eh?”\n\n \n\n  The ferret shook her head in response, the words on her lips replaced by an incoherent wheeze.\n\n \n\n  “And of course, we cannot forget your mouth, can we? No, no. Your appetites must all be sated! There won't be another chance!”\n\n \n\n  He had something special planned for Irra. Pytha would receive a barrel of sausages linked together.  A pale imitation of the cannibalistic treat he intended for the second great love of his life. Still, for authenticity's sake, and his own amusement, the sausage mixture contained bits of preserved Mek and Werma.\n\n \n\n  “Almost there, Pytha.” he growled.  Nodding forward, past the immensity of her belly, to the gloom beyond the hallway.\n\n \n\n  Versi's temporary quarters were almost as bare as the dungeon. The pheasant knew everything, and like him, needed no luxuries to enjoy what was about to happen. Only privacy mattered. A plain linen bed, crushed beneath the egg-sack, creaked with the avian's slow movements.  Her eyes locking onto the ferret's middle the moment Wilhelm carted Pytha in.\n\n \n\n  “What a delightful contraption you have her bound to.” the bird chuckled.  Clapping her winged hands with a breathless giggle. “I wonder if it's strong enough to hold the bear...”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm just rolled his eyes and pulled on a rope. The cart-rack's wooden gears turned with a complaining whine, but the sound that emerged from Pytha was far worse. Slow, rattling, it was the sort of breath a creature drew in before an excruciating scream. But, to the bloated ferret's sickened mind, there was no more difference between climax and agony. Feeling her limbs forcibly spread more by the rack only made Pytha wetter.  Her enormous round thighs stained with wetness. Her breast-meat, leaking milk in rivers, wobbled as she panted. \n\n           \n\n  “Mistress... master... oh gods...” Pytha grit her teeth.  Frothy drool beginning to force itself past her plump lips.\n\n \n\n  “Yes. You can feel it, cant you?  The pressure, the strain.  They're coming now.  All you have to do is part those pretty lips and swallow.”\n\n \n\n  She heard the silver fox's command and obeyed.  Slurping up the first of those offered sausages like a never ending length of noodle.  Her throat bulging with every swallow. Wilhelm was her monster.  The only one to give her what she truly desired. Now, with the wet rumbling sounds coming her body, Pytha approached a truly monumental climax, or so she thought. At any moment her lord's cock would pierce her depths. Or, perhaps, that noble bird's beak could give her some relief...\n\n           \n\n  The ferret's eyes widened comically, the sausage links dangling from her mouth slapping around as she threw back her head and sucked them out of the barrel beside her rack. Wilhelm stood there watching her slurp, snort and gag.  Legs spread far apart by his now almost quadruplet sized globe.  Pytha hadn't been the only one swelling over the past month, and only a great deal of personal restraint had kept him from growing bigger.  In his hands Wilhelm held a thick length of polished wood. Some kind of club or giant pestle.  Smooth enough not to hurt the well-fucked pussy of his captive, but wide enough to block any chance her young had of leaving by ordinary means. Not that there was much the muscles surrounding her womb could do at this point anyways, but the fox wanted to make sure, and have fun doing it.\n\n \n\n  Pytha shook her head and whined at the ceiling as the contractions built up and her stomach swelled. Sweat and blood and other, less savory fluids sprayed from her as she rode the wooden phallus with ever increasing desperation. The ferret's heart nearly split in her chest from that pounding punishment.  The fattened weasel's hands clenching while her clawed toes curled. The huge weight of her womb, moved about by the quaking of her lust, traveled only slightly downwards.  Too rigid and overfilled to move. The farmer's wife was finished.\n\n \n\n \n\n  “Gggglllllrrrrblrbluuurrb”\n\n \n\n  She sucked in the sausages with manic speed. Judging from the feral look in her eyes, the ferret either wished to speed herself along or free her mouth.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm thought long about the sort of end he wanted for his pregnant wife. He knew the sort of evil he could do with magic, alchemy, or simply his paw. But, it felt most natural to simply... let things end. With a grunt of effort, he drove the club in deeper. Fluids rushed down the length of polished wood and Versi gave a choked cry of excitement.  Her wing-arms spread, welcoming the ferret's destruction with a mad grin.\n\n \n\n  Finally Pytha finished her snack ----mostly.  The last of those sausage links protruded from between Pytha's lips, and she sucked on it like a dick.  No longer even pretending her stomach could hold so much food when her body was so close to the end of all limits. Her stomach contorted suddenly.  A violent contraction that warped the surface into a series of lumps and bulges.  It was too much.  Her womb burst within.  The tear spreading down her vagina and up, to the apex of her belly. The delicate flesh ripped with a series of loud, gelatinous snaps.  Her bosoms heaving with each one. Noises, halfway between an interrupted croak and a breathless sigh of relief, stuttered from her.  The ferret's expression turning from desperation to confusion. Wilhelm saw the moment her pleasure reached its ultimate peak and simply hovered.\n\n \n\n  Pytha's knees tried to bend, her elbows tensed uselessly on the rack.  All that amniotic fluid and babies flooded the rest of her chest cavity.  Rounding the ferret's belly into a wobbling bubble that sloshed like an angry sea and turned a deep black at her bleeding stretch marks.  All those rips across her belly became one, and her skin simply stretched over the shattered womb as it disintegrated. She shuddered at the loss of her precious, pleasure-filled womb, mouthful of sausage still between her pursed lips, and the rest of her innards spilled, her stomach dislodged by the weight of her last, cannibalistic meal. The look of disappointment on her face as death claimed her made Wilhelm shudder, too. She only wanted more even as more fished her insides from her with its weight! If Irra would die this way, the fox thought, it would serve her well!  The young within squirmed, alive and well, if coated in gore. She was still pregnant in a way, even now that life had left her the ferret's round orb sloshed and rolled with frantic kicks. Her breasts showered the macabre girth with milk.  The creamy white mixing with rivulets of red.\n\n \n\n  Versi clapped her feathered hands, clucking happily at the horrible end she just witnessed.  Wilhelm bowed as low as he dared, more of a slight bend at the waist.  His tail begining to wag eagerly once Versi motioned for him to mount her.  The fox tottered up to Versi. His own belly weighted him down, and the hard work of destroying Pytha had winded him, but the silver fox had to obey. Nothing less than more suffering and pleasure could satisfy Wilhelm's lust.  Especially now, with the afterglow of Pytha's destruction tingling in his loins. He thrust his tender, rigid red gut forward.  Forcing his belly against her massive swell until new bruises began to form.  With a teary eyed grunt Wilhelm just barely managed to slip his dick inside and nearly wept with frustration.  Whining with the ache of having his inflated innards compressed.\n\n \n\n  “Y-yes-come on-yessss! FuckmetilIburst!” the pheasant weakly spat at the ceiling.\n\n \n\n  Eventually, the moment passed. Without help Wilhelm's stamina was only so great, and the intense, sadomasochistic love-making drained much from them. With a reluctant groan Wilhelm slid his punished gut out from beneath that egg heavy tank and rolled to his foot paws.  He had to take care of the mess he made before it spread the smell of death and lust over his whole house.\n\n \n\n  Versi dragged herself to the still, lifeless orb stretched out upon the rack and began her own work.  The bird knew a thing or two about secrecy and care. The mother ferret's meat, laden with lard and sweetened by her final exertions, was easy to butcher and set to chill in the dungeon. The waste could rest there too. No one would look for Pytha, after all. Her children, it turned out, could simply be abandoned in the nearest town square. The journey of a few hours on foot with a wheelbarrow was well worth the creation of a grand mystery. Within the week, orphanages for several miles would have spread out the kits so much not one of those children could ever guess where they came from. No chance of an angry mob's noose or the paws of the law wrapping around Wilhelm's neck.\n\n \n\n  Which was exactly how he wanted it. The fox had far more important things to do than surrender to a well-deserved punishment. That could come later, after he had all the fun he would ever have...\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n  The final party was more modest as far as orgies went. Wilhelm did not want too many witnesses, especially if they were likely to grow a conscience. But, there were some guests that the fox simply could not do without. They would be the actors in Irra's tragic ending, whether they knew it or not.\n\n \n\n  Foma was blissfully unaware. The small rodent staggered in, belly slightly rounded and already bubbling with beer. He accepted Wilhelm's questing fingers upon its surface with a grateful wink. After his time with lady Versi the mouse believed himself safe.  No longer showing the slightest bit of hesitation. He waddled into the ball room and reclined between the bear and bird.  Rubbing their bellies and smothering himself in the pheasant's tit-meat. The noble ladies encouraged him. Irra, because she wanted a good fuck, and Versi because she knew what Foma's end would be.\n\n \n\n  Finny and Heskill attended. Just as Wilhelm hoped, the badger only had eyes for his albino rat mistress. Their constant love-making had bloated the beautiful former servant up.  The glow of pregnancy generously spreading fat to thighs, rump, and breasts. Finny's belly had already passed the first six months of development already, in spite of Wilhelm's magic. The white-furred rodent looked at him with pride as she rode her badger on a plush silk covered couch.  Shoving her white belly into the eager male's kisses. Finny would be the 'innocent bystander' along with her mate.  She needed only a pinch of the stuff Wilhelm poured into Foma's drink. Just enough to make Finny a little less cautious in her love-making, and that brought a little smile to the fox noble's face. If she wasnt careful her nipples would be very sore in the morning, as would Heskill's lap!\n\n \n\n  Laura was invited because the party needed a destructive influence. With only a little encouragement, the fat lynx abandoned her clothes and leaned against Irra's belly as if it were just an over-sized pillow on the couch. Since the last party her body had acquired a few more stretch-marks, much rounder ass cheeks and breasts that were as big as her head, but her belly bore the brunt of the damage.  She must have been pregnant by now.  Her belly button had already been forced outwards, and the whole mass already looked tight before the feasting even began. She had barely slowed down on feasting and fucking. If anything, having fewer partners to choose from made the fat cat greedier. Having a buck and wolf from the nearby village both shoving into her snatch within the first hour of the party was a good sign that when the time came, Laura would perform perfectly.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm made sure to offer Laura's new friends plenty of food and drink.  Even going so far as to drag a hookah in from another room to tempt them deeper into a drug-addled, horny haze. Yuvil the buck and Jakob the wolf had a tough time ahead, and they needed all the chemical stimulation they could get. Licking that huge bosom clean and plowing her to a climax would take a while...\n\n \n\n  “Come here, Foma...”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm approached the mouse.  Arms open, robe falling away, showing off his fuller figure for the rodent.\n\n \n\n  “Come give me some love!”\n\n \n\n  That was Versi's signal. The pheasant began to help Irra with her meal.  Heaping food into the overfed ursine's maw, all the while going on about the mouse's stamina and excellent looks. If the egg-filled bird words were to be believed, Foma was the greatest lover to ever live. And, ever so subtly, Versi hinted at other, more terrible temptations the rodent could offer.\n\n \n\n  “Just look at how Wilhelm kisses him... little mousy looks so delicious... don't you think?”\n\n \n\n  The fox smirked when his ears picked up that stray bit of conversation. With her favorite foods smeared with Wilhelm's entire stash of alchemical tricks and treats, the bear stood no chance against the mesmeric influence to Versi's words. Growing more needy and restless as her eyes drifted between Finny and Heskill, Laura and her boys, and the slow, lustful dance of her husband and the well-endowed farm mouse. Lady Irra chewed her lip, toes clenching with the rippling of her brood and the squelching of her sex.\n\n \n\n  There was much potential in Foma. Wilhelm could almost imagine himself completely alone with the boy.  Their tongues entwined, his paw on their length.  Plump bellies rubbing against each other, grown taut from a meal. But, the mouse knew his limits, and while the fox's middle had been vast and frightening before the party even started, Foma's remained sadly small.  Little more than a potbelly. The mouse would not get another chance to prove himself worthy. Once before was enough. Now, Wilhelm had only one task for the mouse.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm glanced at his wife. The brown-furred bear's head swayed.  Her expression growing slack-jawed. Perhaps there was a little too much opium in her gut. At least, the silver fox thought, she looked properly stuffed. Pytha had done well.  Feeding the dazed bear until her immense size took up the greater portion of the couch.  That pregnant sphere of hers now deformed into a dark, oblong shape. Elongated by the too-full, still-filling stomach that struggled to win some space from her womb. Just like Pytha, the noble ursine was close to delivering her young. Or, at least, splitting from tits to cunt like the lesser accomplice she proved to be.\n\n \n\n  “Suck me off, and then you can have Irra.” Wilhelm snarled, the chill in his eyes hidden by the eager lust in his voice. “And make sure to cradle my belly, or I'll have your... ooof! Head!”\n\n \n\n  “The boys are taking their time, Irra. Maybe, we should... ask Laura to share hers?” the pheasant whispered to her soon-to-be victim.\n\n \n\n  The lynx parted with her lovers reluctantly. Dragging herself to Versi and Irra's couch where the food was plentiful and, even if it was a tight squeeze with two other massive ladies there, Laura enjoyed herself immensely. Yuvil, the stag, had a talented tongue and put it to good use on the bear's deeply buried pussy.  The added danger of having his rack of antlers pressing against her enormous belly made Irra whimper and groan for more.\n\n \n\n  Lady Versi was quieter about her appreciation for the wolf's fellatio, but draped her wing-arms over Irra and the lynx, pressing them even closer to her egg-sack of a middle.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm watched through half-lidded eyes as Irra's belly grew another shade darker.  The bruising was too pronounced. No healing salve or magic spell could save her now. The unraveling of Irra's navel began soundlessly. It was a relief for her. One moment the bear was puffing past clenched teeth.  Trying to keep her trembling, heavy belly from being impaled by the enthusiastically licking stag. And the next, her taut hide felt much, much less so. The oblong pillar wobbling just a few inches bigger.  Cracking stretch marks released droplets of blood that started to crown the buck's head.  Wilhelm thought he was the only one to notice, but then he saw Finny.  The rat seemed shocked by the events unfolding upon that central couch.  Her pounding ass cheeks and pendulous belly slowing to a crawl as her focus left and the creeping dread grew.\n\n \n\n  Foma's efforts to pleasure Wilhelm were nothing special, but the way Irra looked at them and quaked in bliss, it was only a matter of time before that drugged, hungry glare brought him sweet release. A mere appetizer for the climaxes to come, as far as Wilhelm was concerned. The mouse spat up cum, wiping his mouth as he stumbled away. A wiser, more sober male would have looked up at Wilhelm and saw the demonic look on his face. Instead, the rodent's lustful eyes were focused entirely on the bear.\n\n \n\n  “Let me help you with her...” the fox growled with false sweetness.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm shoved the mouse forward, gripping his shoulders tight. Pressing the front of his oval orb into the small of Mek's back.  It was less guiding and more puppet-work.  Steering the increasingly disoriented boy to the massively pregnant, about-to-pop ursine. Ignoring the surprised gasp from the stag and Irra's incoherent mumbling, Wilhelm roughly pushed Foma into her belly.\n\n \n\n  Yuvil withdrew, pawing himself as he watched the noble and the farm boy. To everyone, it seemed that Wilhelm was enthusiastically helping Foma hump Lady Irra's belly.  Jostling the weighty thing with their thrusts, and that much was true. But, what the silver fox was doing was slowly hoisting the horny youth up onto his long, sloping gut.  Pushing his belly upwards, back popping and straining just as much as his innards under the weight of the mouse who straddled it.  Mek scampered from his foxy perch up onto the bear's tortured swell, adding to Irra's troubles by leaning on the bloated womb as he pushed.\n\n \n\n  Foma was his first instrument in the bear's destruction, and he played his part well, if a bit clumsily. As far as the horny boy was concerned, being closer to Irra's breasts was worth the discomfort of being shoved about by Wilhelm. He wriggled across the bear's beautifully full, taut belly until his lips found a stiffened nipple. While Foma suckled and humped the top of her slowly shifting baby sack, Jakob took Yuvil's place between Irra's thighs. Versi encouraging the wolf with promises of a proper, hard fucking once the bear was satisfied. It was a bit of improvisation, but with Yuvil looking on in awe and envy at the mouse making love to Irra's mountain-sized gut, he was useless.\n\n \n\n  “You want to hump her tits? I'll bet you're just dieing to sink into that cleavage and give those beautiful lips of hers a peck.” Wilhelm urged the mouse on. “Give her breasts a good coat of cum, come onnn!”\n\n \n\n  Foma's weight did not break Irra's belly open, even when he pushed himself upright and began to bounce atop her stomach slightly.  Moaning whorishly into her mouth.  His arms wrapped around the bear's massive tits while he clumsily thrust away at her jiggling, milk-spewing tits. Irra was delirious, barely noticing the mouse or his frenzied humping. If it were not for the appetites driving her forward, she would have begged the pleasure and the pain to stop long ago. Simply rubbing his gut against the flank of Irra's seven-foot long pregnancy made Wilhelm tremble with anticipation. Irra's middle lurched into him.  Something within her was tearing just enough to let the hide stretch a little more.\n\n \n\n  “Looks like the big mama bear is hungry, little mouse!” said the silver fox with an evil laugh.\n\n \n\n  Versi, no matter what pleasures she enjoyed, listened to her vulpine lover intently. Moving with surprising speed for a fat, all-but-immobile egg-sack, the pheasant clapped her hand into the back of Irra's head while she was kissing Foma. The ursine, already barely breathing with the suffering of her too-lengthy pregnancy savagely heaving about, opened her mouth wide, taking a deep gasp of surprise. Wilhelm seized that opportunity and gave Foma's rump a push that sent the mouse's head crashing to the back of her throat. Their kiss had became something more.\n\n \n\n  While the ursine panicked, lard-packed paws flailing, Wilhelm kneed her flank. Blood and amniotic fluid instantly staining his leg, but Wilhelm wasted no time looking at the damage. He gripped the back of Foma's neck, squeezed with enough strength to hear a muffled cry of pain from the mouse, and slid more of the boy's snout into Irra's maw.\n\n \n\n  “Goodness, she's got a good grip on you! Guess you should just let the lady do what she wants!” the fox chuckled, turning to his audience with a shrug.\n\n \n\n  Irra realized what her husband wanted. And, even as dim as her mind grew, the bear understood that if she did not unblock her throat soon, the breath she held in her lungs would be her last. Like a python devouring its prey, the bear's jaws worked over the mouse's neck, then his shoulders. After a few more powerful swallows Foma's arms were pinned to his sides.  The mouse left Completely helpless, his face bombarded by belched-up-air and drugged bliss as it neared her overloaded stomach. Eventually Foma came, and came again.  His balls emptying all over Irra's throat. With sad squeaks and unnatural 'glorps', his butt stuck out of the bear's mouth, legs kicking feebly into the air. Sinking lower, lower still. The whole room watched in shock and drug-enhanced desire until only the rodent's twitching, naked tail remained outside her.  Irra looked ready to pass out. She'd devoured larger meals than him, of course, but never on a full stomach, in the middle of an orgy, while her womb thrummed with unearthly agony and bliss!\n\n \n\n  “She... she ate him... whole!” Laura exclaimed. “What a trick! I wonder how he's doing in there?”\n\n \n\n  “Oh, he's doing wonderfully.” Wilhelm said, giving the fat lynx a wink. “A real fighter. I can feel him wriggling around in there already!” \n\n \n\n  Wilhelm pressed the side of his straining oval against the towering length of meat threatening to swallow Irra.  Nuzzling his cheek into the paper thin surface.  Letting his hands roam all over the gouged, bruised skin in search of Mek's limbs.  His kicks were much more forceful than the horde of babies compressed between her stomach and the floor.  Irra slurped up the mouse's tail, something like peristalsis rippling its way from her gullet down to the bear's massive gut. The noises that accompanied that last swallow reminded the silver fox of the sounds sin worms made before they burst from their victims. There was loud gurgling, a muffled slithering, wet squelches of movement, and the unmistakable vibrations of soft tissues ripping from blows to a creature's innards. Foma was more desperate to survive than Wilhelm expected. Irra's belly shuddered and bubbled with movement.  A thrashing, slowly reddening bag filled with water that stimulated his lust even more. Now this was bliss! Others could have their dicks sucked, but nothing beat the oncoming destruction of a magnificent belly!\n\n \n\n  “And now, I think a little dessert is in order.” Lord Wilhelm announced.\n\n \n\n  Irra blinked, trying to process what he said. She was so full already, but surely she could hold more if her husband thought so? Wilhelm laughed at the naive, downright innocent look on the bear's face. This was a partner who had helped him destroy an entire city, that abused her servants and willfully ignored all laws for her pleasure.  She had no right looking so pathetically weak and submissive!\n\n \n\n  Jakob barely even noticed anything happening.  The lupine was too focused on licking the bear's pussy.  Sound didn't travel far beneath that vast, crushing weight, and he was not experienced enough to know the taste of a doomed creature, and even if he could deduce that what he lapped up had more to do with birthing pains and strained-to-death organs than orgasm, his own lust would have kept him right there.  Palms on her thighs as they spread wider. In all the excitement, the stag came with enough force to drench his belly and chest with cum.  He sat back with a tired sigh, vacantly staring at the commotion clearly visible inside Lady Irra. Heskill noticed that there was some kind of commotion, but he was too distracted by Finny to be of any use.\n\n \n\n  Only the rat truly knew what was happening, and she was either driven by fear or buried lust to continue milking her badger lord like nothing was wrong.\n\n           \n\n  “Anyone else?” Wilhelm asked, looking over the others with a grin. “She's got plenty of room if you want to join Foma! Come on, before she coughs him up! How about just a blow-job, then?”\n\n \n\n  Versi looked ready to applaud him. The egg-filled pheasant's beak opened in a wordless cry of triumph. She flapped her wing arms against the sides of her gut and let loose a delighted caw.  \"That's amazing Irra!  You simply must show me how to perform this little trick of yours.\"\n\n \n\n    Laura, still insatiable and heavier than all the other guests combined, answered Wilhelm's call. She nudged at Irra's belly with her hands, totally oblivious to the sickly color and rippling, shivering tightness of it. The assorted fluids slowly dripping down its vast surface meant nothing to the cat. She simply enjoyed Irra's size and imagined herself just as big!\n\n \n\n  “How... how about I have a go at her mouth? I bet a big gal like her would want a taste of me before passing out!” Laura giggled.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm decided not to correct the overweight feline. Passing out or passing on, Irra's pleasure would only grow from this point on. She had no choice, swollen and broken as she was, but to give in and strive for some grand release. Already, the fox saw that much in her eyes.\n\n \n\n  “I hope you have the strength and agility to pull it off, dear.” Versi said with an amused cluck.  Pushing herself away from Irra.\n\n \n\n  “Me? Strength, agility? Hah! Why do i need any of that when there's all these handsome boys to help me! Lord Wilhelm, won't assist me on my journey to your wife's summit? You too, Yuvil, Jakob! I'll need plenty of muscle...” the lynx panted, shuffling off the couch.  She waddled up to Irra's squirming planetoid with her long hanging breasts and four feet of strained belly leading the way.\n\n \n\n  After the punishment his tender food tank had suffered helping Foma, the fox had hoped to avoid this. Surely, two strong males would be enough to lift the sack of lard up to thrust her fat pussy lips at the ursine's mouth? He looked down at his own middle. It would hurt for it to be jostled about and pushed on by the weight of that fat lynx's ass, but Laura was the finishing stroke, and he could not very well stop now!\n\n \n\n  Hoisting the heavy lynx's ass up in the air was a terrible labor. Irra watched through half-closed eyes, pleading with sad little noises and whispers while she tried to adjust her position on the couch to accommodate the feline. She did an admirable job, practically shoving her huge womb under Laura's body as the three males shoved the fat cat forward with their arms and Wilhelm's abused fecundity.\n\n \n\n  The thrashing and kicking within Irra increased the moment Laura's full weight hit her gut. With Foma's pathetic, half-suffocated struggling and the bear's young seeking more room she was in unbearable agony now.  Irra could feel her insides pressing against the red streaked belly-hide.  A burning, tingling sensation that made the pregnant noble's lips drawn back in a grimace. Still, when Wilhelm and Laura's boys finally shoved the fat cat's mound onto Irra's face, the bear instantly thrust her tongue inside with a final, anguished cry.  Her eyes filled with perverse need.\n\n \n\n  “That's it! Lick her clean!  Get that tongue inside!” the silver fox laughed. “And make sure Foma gets some air in there!”\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm slapped her belly and began grinding his gut against Irra's.  Their herniated, darkly stained navels mashing together like apposing fingers.  The others began to join in. Yuvil roughly massaged Irra's weakening middle, while Jakob simply poked at it with his foot paw. The less support they provided for Laura, the worse the weight upon the ursine grew, and Wilhelm only encouraged it.\n\n \n\n  “Come on, look at her... she wants more... more abuse... more sex... more food...” he panted. “We've got... oh... all night!”\n\n \n\n  In truth, Irra did not have all night. The elasticity of her flesh was all but gone. The bear's meaty innards squelched from his thrusts and her tremendous womb ripped from even the lightest blow from her lovers. The slight bouncing of Laura's hips as the bear's tongue licked over her soon brought too much pain for the ursine to endure. Irra kissed the last pair of lips she would ever taste deeply.  Her long tongue thrust deep.  Eyes rolling back milky white.\n\n \n\n  “Ahh! She's... she's gonna... ooo... she's goood!” the lynx cried out. Her knees squeezing Irra's breasts and ribs in a spasm of bliss.\n\n \n\n  Laura was the bloated bear's executioner as much as Wilhelm, albeit an unwitting one. Her pleasured cries were accompanied by more rapid bouncing. The cat's huge belly thrusting upwards, toward the ceiling. Then crashing down like a diving whale.  Again and again.   The couch cracked beneath the immense force and the sound of wood breaking beneath Irra's mass made Lady Versi laugh.  She leaned over and joined in the fun.  Giving Irra's middle a swat. Yuvil groaned, climax hitting the stag, his lupine friend soon joining in. There was no point in trying to hold up Laura any longer, so the silver fox stumbled back to watch the catastrophe unfold.\n\n \n\n  Even with a little crowd pressing into her, Irra was a magnificent sight. Relieved of the fat cat's burden, Wilhelm panted with much less strain.  Trying to paw himself as he willed his wife's belly to finally rip open.\n\n \n\n  His prayers were answered with only a few shudders of the ursine's body. Irra's legs kicked out.  Her fattened limbs trying to draw up into some useless birthing position. The bear's last scream vibrated through the lard-laden mound between Laura's legs. Within her stomach, Foma's claws finally snagged on the weakened organ's wall. Wilhelm moaned sweetly as the mouse within broke through, only to hit the wriggling, too-taut womb and be wedged between it and the lynx's bulk shivering up above. The bursting of her womb instantly changed the shape of Irra's belly and laura suddenly found herself sliding off the much lumpier, lopsided surface.  About to lose her balance and tumble to the floor. Her two lovers saw, and they quickly shoved the still-climaxing lynx back into place. Her thighs now squeezing Irra's fat cheeks. It was a shame Wilhelm would never see Irra's expression change as the sounds emanating from her slowly breaking body became nastier and louder.\n\n \n\n  She clenched in orgasm, or perhaps unbearable, too-late contractions. Her womb tore through the bears bulbous purple navel. A single pulsation, and it disintegrated in a flood of wriggling young and a very dead mouse. Laura screamed, the gory pop coating her meaty thighs and backside in glistening amniotic fluid and shreds of bear hide. The deer and wolf panicked, tried to pull back, and slipped in the gore.\n\n \n\n  Laura fell back into the twitching husk of bear.  Her fat body squeezing the last of Irra's innards out in a disgusting wave. The lynx shrieked, shuddered like a leaf, and passed out. Her lovers, meanwhile, lay dazed on the floor.  Trying to catch their breath to scream in horror.\n\n \n\n  Finny jumped up off of Heskill's dick and rushed up to Wilhelm.  Her sizable belly bobbing up and down but barely slowing her down.\n\n \n\n  “No... no...” Wilhelm intoned.\n\n \n\n  It was an easy task to wipe the cum off his body and fall weeping into the heap of gore to keep anyone from realizing just how much joy this finale brought him.  Finny fell to her knee's beside the grieving fox and reached out a comforting arm.  \"My Lord, I --------.\"  Wilhelm didn't let the rat finish. He snarled at her.  Shouted for the party to disperse between choking sobs, and the small crowd began to disperse. Finny shook her head, but crawled away from the lake of ruined bear with Heskill in tow. Yuvil and Jakob helped Laura off Irra's corpse and shook the feline from her shock.\n\n \n\n  “Leave, you foul fucks! You wrecked her! My poor wife! She and I were going to...” Wilhelm sobbed.\n\n \n\n  He played the mourning husband to the hilt. Eventually, through noises he was sure were sincere, he made it clear that as long as everyone kept quiet, he would forgive them, or at least forgo any sort of vengeance. In the end, everyone except Versi left.  Grateful just to be allowed away from the grief-stricken silver fox.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm stayed kneeling in the gore, before the bear he once thought the love of his life, surrounded by his weakly yelping kits. And then, a heavy weight plopped next to him.\n\n \n\n  “I know you aren't finished yet... that appetite is so easy to see in your eyes. And that lust... if you had not warned me about your little performance, I would have thought this was some strange foreplay.” The pheasant chuckled, slowly shuffling her bulk closer, pressing her soft breasts against the vulpine's back. “Why don't you have a taste? See what sort of fine eating your wife makes...”\n\n \n\n  It was impossible to resist. Simply holding back long enough to seem sad about the bloated bear's passing was a task almost beyond him. He longed to sink his teeth into that enormous breast. To feel Irra's meat sliding down his throat, the taint of her many meals and drugs adding to his own high. Wilhelm didn't respond.  He just fell forward onto his elbows and slurped up that first mouthful of ruined ursine meat.\n\n \n\n  The fox's belly gurgled.  A painful reminder of how full he was already. Wilhelm snorted, and grabbed a shred of fat-laden muscle. Cramming it into his muzzle with an unhinged snarl. The taste, even raw, was orgasmic. He needed more, so much more! The vulpine's meat-muffled cry's were echoed by a deep, rumbling belch from Versi. The children Irra birthed could wait. They needed more of that noble merchant's carcass.\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n            Part of an Imperial agent's job is knowing when to report things. The babies Agent Benth found in the care of the local orphanages were clearly the offspring of Varkude, every single one stamped with the silver fox's evil. But, they were not criminals, and Benth had no interest in making dozens of lives more difficult by including them in his investigation. Besides, the house he walked through provided plenty of evidence.\n\n \n\n  Varkude may have imagined himself a mastermind, but he seemed to have grown sloppier since the last time Benth found the demonic vulpine's trail. Many of the estate's rooms were stained with blood, jizz, and other, less savory fluids. The smell of something rotting emanated from the basement, and one glance down into the gloom proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the evil within the silver fox had only grown. Benth recorded the torture devices in his playroom, described in detail the poorly preserved meat left behind by the monster, and carefully noted the number of victims. Or, at least, as many as he dared guess.\n\n \n\n  “So its Lord Wilhelm now, eh Varkude?  And a married man too” the red fox muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. “She saves you from the gallows and you repay her like that ------------”\n\n \n\n  Benth had seen Lady Irra, or at least the broken skeleton of the once grand ursine, resting in the main bedroom. Her bones were gnawed clean in a display of unbelievable gluttony. It was enough to make even the Imperial agent cover his mouth.\n\n \n\n  “He has to have an accomplice. But, the servants have fled... and worse, no one will talk to me...”\n\n \n\n  Benth tapped his foot on the carpet of the 'party room' and looked around him thoughtfully.  There was no chance the beast would keep his new name. To Varkude, it was never about riches and status. Benth could only guess at the deep-seated, awful perversion that ruled his fellow fox's life.\n\n \n\n  “I should be looking for the fattest, biggest, the most pregnant.  I dont think he'll ever be far from those.”\n\n \n\n  How unfortunate that those traits were far more common in the North than they had been in Rakooma!\n\n \n\nVVV\n\n \n\n     The cart rolled merrily on its way.  It's well-oiled wheels barely jostling Wilhelm around. Which was, the silver fox thought, an unexpected mercy. To say he had gone too far was an understatement. The pheasant sitting opposite him was still far, far ahead in terms of size.  A veritable mountain of eggs and fat and cum.  The splotchy marks upon it wide and dark, growing fresh stretches already. But, slouching upon the cart's rough straw pillow, Wilhelm's own burden had grown into something quite impressive.  It's shape resembled a ripe summer squash.  His sides flaring out wide and round.  Hiding most of the fox's lower torso from view and stretching the buttons of his oversized white dress shirt to the limit.  It clung to the fox's upper gut like a bib.  Wide diamonds of stretch marked skin bulging through.  Quivering ominously with every sip of air.\n\n \n\n A red line had developed down the middle of this bizarre bloat, and from it emerged even more stretch marks.  Their crimson color turning a deeper purple until the entire front of his girth was just bruised flesh and broken blood vessels.  It extended from his body for six feet, tapering as it went.  Sloping down to the herniated bubble that was pressed firmly against Versi's egg sack. The ursine meal gurgling weakly within him was an anchor weighing Wilhelm down like a greedy beast in some old fairy tale.  He was a monster that would sink straight to the bottom of a river if any passing hero took it upon himself to punish him for his evil ways. Though, of course, even stricken with the worst digestive discomfort of his life, Wilhelm would prefer to burst in a glorious, messy spray.\n\n \n\n  The wonderful, orgasmic feeling of devouring his mate and the new levels of perfection he and Versi had reached kept the silver fox's thoughts upon dark pleasures while the estate he once owned grew more distant by the minute. The fox's hands and foot paws gently held the warped, flesh covered organ that threatened to crush its neighbors.  He was afraid to apply pressure, afraid to rub it, afraid to do anything other than sitting as still as possible.  Trying with all his might to take a deep enough breath to satisfy compressed lungs, and that excited the fox's libido in new and interesting ways. \n\n \n\n  The cart that followed behind them was full of things they would need at the pheasant's culinary school, along with whatever treasures the fox and his avian accomplice could take. The four peasants pulling them along were a strong bunch. They were a family of tight-lipped Bull's.  Simple wagon folk, and this was not their first secret trip across the land. As far as the bull's were concerned they're cargo was legal, and it was. Well ---------mostly legal.  The vulpine let out a wheezing chuckle that made his pressurized meat balloon bounce, and up came the bile. Wilhelm clamped a hand over his mouth.  Cheeks bulging.\n\n \n\n  If one knew nothing about the contents of their guts, Wilhelm and Versi were merely a pair of disgustingly stuffed and fattened nobles. It was not a crime to eat and fuck until one's intestines pressed upon the hide like lengths of coiled rope.  Until stretch marks began to tear and bleed. It was not even a crime to smuggle so many eggs within one's womb.  Even if they no doubt cracked and scratched one upon another from the merest breath.\n\n \n\n  The other cart, however, held some truly vile stuff.  The jar containing his sin worm was the prize of Wilhelm's collection. The monstrosities had served him well, and with a little care and feeding within a suitable victim, even a half-dead one like that could bring forth an army of its fellows. Insurance or a bit of fun, the fox could not decide. Hells, Wilhelm was almost tempted to swallow the thing himself...\n\n \n\n  Then there were the wicker baskets filled with food.  Much of it preserved in salt or honey and spiced with legendary quantities of aphrodisiacs, stimulants, and opiates. More esoteric things, like creams and salves intended for healing overstretched skin and granting extra elasticity to flesh clinked against potions that could erase memories or bring wondrous visions. An apothecary would give up their right hand for half of the cart's contents. They would, Wilhelm thought, also lose a hand or a head for having the other half. Many of the things the silver fox kept would be considered vicious poisons, not medicines, purely for their many deleterious side effects.\n\n \n\n  Wilhelm could not imagine anyone knowing or caring about it. The bulls certainly did not care one bit. Everything in that cart was covered with clothing, bolts of fabric, bags of spices, and more traditionally prepared fare. If anyone wanted to rob them, there was even a couple of conveniently located jewelry boxes stuffed with rings, jeweled necklaces, and other trinkets Irra had been so fond of. They meant nothing to Lady Versi, and Wilhelm's only souvenir from the marriage would be a layer of lard slowly building around his hips and stomach.\n\n \n\n  He would have to give up the name, too. Just like Varkude, Wilhelm was now too tainted with the past. He smiled wide. Oh, how lovely that past was! But, now was the time to look forward, to lovelier things yet.\n\n \n\n  “How do I look?” he said, and lightly patted his middle.  Making the buttons clinging on for dear life near the bottom of his shirt give up entirely.  Pinging off the bloated pheasant's belly hard enough to leave fresh bruises.\n\n \n\n  “Like my favorite dish, darling.” she giggled, then winced.  Trying to reach a wing-arm down to rub that offended patch of the thin membrane separating her eggs from fresh air.\n\n \n\n  “A vulpine dish ----- that would be ---- something! I would love to --- eat again ----- s-soon!” he sounded out of breath, but at least his words were no longer accompanied by belching or orgasmic whining.\n\n \n\n  Another meal so soon would probably break him utterly, especially if it was as heavily dosed as Irra had been. But, it would be worth it.\n\n \n\n  “I could arrange a... special treat for you when we get there. Some of my students lack refinement, but I am sure they have excellent taste. Eating raw is fine, but there is no substitute for... urrrp... good cooking.”\n\n \n\n  That much, Wilhelm could agree on. Maybe, if he had bothered cooking his wife, he would feel less sick. But, then, the pains he endured were part of the pleasure. Wilhelm could deny that no longer.\n\n \n\n  “How much further... until we're there?” he asked.\n\n \n\n  “A day, perhaps two. We should have no trouble.” the meal seemed to agree with Versi more.  The avian sitting up straight breathing hard, but no harder than before.\n\n \n\n  It occurred to Wilhelm that his lover was more accustomed to this self-abusive life. The eggs drank plenty of extra drugs, the magic in her womb kept her healthier than most, and her fat protected vital areas. Still, she had pushed herself more than Wilhelm. That made the silver fox realize how truly fragile he was growing.  That would need to change.\n\n \n\n  The fox's drugged mind drifted off to thoughts of the future.  It would be a real pleasure to push his stuffed pheasant over the edge, and when the beautiful egg-sack finally reached her limits. She would taste as good as Irra, he was sure.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "         At first, Wilhelm denied anything had changed. He still lusted after the same things, after all. But, the night he accidentally drugged himself stayed in his mind. To have his appetites so amplified tempted him.  Experiencing the intensely pleasured pain of his victims tempted him.  Amplified his appetites until Wilhelm came to realize the truth. He could no longer restrain himself. The life of a lord spoiled him quite thoroughly.

 

  He tried to hide it, of course, perhaps more from himself than from his lovers. Versi and Irra loved this new gluttonous side of the fox, and if it were up to them, he would be a drunk, lustfully wheezing mess of a vulpine, helplessly cumming over their bellies while they stuffed him full of the most delicious things.

 

  No! Wilhelm wanted to remain cold and calculating.  The one in control, and in his home it meant only one thing for everyone else. 

 

  Danger.

 

  Decadent parties became almost a weekly event at the fox's grand manor.  A symphony of gorging and fucking that preceded a night of torment for some unfortunate guest, and not just anyone would do. Lord Wilhelm found ways to bring the roughest, most virile males and the most beautifully full females for his 'private orgy' with the bear and pheasant.

 

  These nights always started with tame things. It was difficult enough to convince his new 'friends' they were safe with a pair of monstrously swollen creatures.  It was best to ease them in to things.  Give the drugs that laced their food and wine time to kick in.  It wasn't easy though. Versi was especially bad at keeping her beak shut. Wilhelm often heard her share gruesome details of their love life, but Wilhelm always laughed it off.  Just the delirious ramblings of a bid carrying far too many eggs.  Nothing that should be taken seriously.

 

   Not that Irra was any better. She had become less than the perfect accomplice in his eyes, and something about her honest desire for the bar-crawling farmers and traveling merchants he invited angered the vulpine. At least she was perfect in other ways. Her pregnancy, long since passing anything a mortal could achieve without terrible consequences, brought Wilhelm to the brink of climax every time he but touched its hot, stretch-mark-covered surface. That bloated orb, along with its lumpy twin attached to the pheasant, were the reason why their fun often spilled from the bedroom and into one of the more spacious rooms of the house. 

 

   Naturally, everyone grew fascinated and aroused by his immobilized beauties as the night went on. Wilhelm made sure of that. Even as they indulged in each other and the massive feast prepared for the occasion, the fox nudged them to his lovers. A whisper about the superiority of a noble lady's pregnant cunt, a little aphrodisiac spice to the wine, perhaps a demonstration of the deliciously loud noise of Versi's egg-filled belly moving when he leaned in for a kiss, and the orgy formed at the foot of their couches. Wilhelm sometimes took a lover then and there, making a show of how much unfaithfulness and rough treatment brought joy to Versi and Irra. Then came the real fun.

 

   One evening found Lord Wilhelm shuffling slowly down a marble coated hall.  Chuckling at the memory of his last party. The fox had outdone himself. And, to his shock, he had let one of the bigger boys mount and abuse him for a change. What he did with the male afterwards was all the sweeter for that little slip back into desperate, self-destructive need. And tonight, he would have even more of that.

 

   The first order of business was to check the room's furniture. Wilhelm growled with annoyance at the stabbing pains his gut made as he waddled around the chamber.  With a powerful gulp that pushed back bile Wilhelm bent down to examine the legs of couches and tables. Having eaten himself into a stomach ache in the morning.  The silver furred fox nursed a round gut that, while dwarfed by his lovers, still made itself felt and known.  A silver furred watermelon that was beginning to enter rooms before he did. If it were not for a little bit of alchemy and great care, the silver fox's middle would stretch and sag from the terrible stuffing's it suffered. Wilhelm had become quite knowledgeable in the magical and alchemical ways of these northerners.  A new talent that he planned to take full advantage of.  Panting, leaning heavily on Irra's couch, Wilhelm felt a nauseating ripple pass through his low hanging innards.  Such a rich diet caused much discomfort, but at least he did not need to purge like some of the idiot nobles that attended his parties. The vulpine clenched his jaw and held back another wave of rising bile, forcing his body to obey. Even though his gut now resembled a barrel, the fox was still better than any of his victims.  No whining and throwing up while he worked!

 

   Satisfied with the room's decorations and furniture, Wilhelm pushed himself upright with shaky arms and made his way to another, much less opulent place. Here, in the dark, there were no gilded crystal goblets or tapestries depicting scenes of debauchery. The dungeon, built to his specifications by  Versi's ever-helpful servants, could easily accommodate the pheasant and his wife together with plenty of room for a dozen more.  Its stone walls muffling tortured moans and pleasured screams with layers of rough cloth, straw, and clods of clay. This was where many less important guests ended up these days, especially if they pleased, or displeased, the fox greatly.

 

   “You look quite radiant today, Lofen.” Wilhelm addressed the bloated thing lying upon a pile of stained sheets and pillows in the middle of the room.

 

   Lofen would not make it very long. He occupied a place of honor in the dungeon, and few creatures could endure that sort of attention for long, Wilhelm found. Not when he had unlimited food, drink, and drugs right there for them. Lofen was once a fellow vulpine, and looking upon him, Wilhelm could easily see himself in the red-furred male's position. Handsome face smeared with sauce, cheeks bulging around a mouthful of aphrodisiac honey.  The young merchant's belly looked like a taut wine-skin, the fat barely clinging to his bones.

           

   “You... you're... not hiding... anymore... fat, perverted... fucker...” Lofen wheezed.

 

   Wilhelm looked down at himself, and chuckled. In all the excitement for the night's festivities, he forgot to wear his girdle. Or, perhaps, he thought with mild irritation, the pleasure of having the weighty orb free outweighed any concerns about his appearance. What was the use of looking perfect in his clothes when they would all come off soon enough?

 

   “It is not fat, my friend.”

 

   The silver fox's eyes flashed with cold fire. He restrained himself from slapping Lofen's veined sphere of a belly. At this point, it would be no different than slashing the fox open. Days of being fed on nothing but drugged honey, tough meat, and wine led to the vulpine lying on his back, suffering worse than Wilhelm ever could, clenching his buttocks around a massive wooden phallus, too taut to live but too resilient to simply burst from the stimulation and stuffing alone. Lofen brought it on himself. His mistake was mounting first Versi and then Lord Wilhelm himself.

 

  With one final piercing glare Wilhelm turned his back on the bed bound fox and his shifting red striped mountain of a belly.  Eyes locking on to his second toy.

 

   Unlike the dungeon's other occupant she was not here to be punished. At least, Wilhelm thought with a smirk, not intentionally. The bird, a beautiful cowbird, had a male's shiny plumage, but no male could ever match her brand of beauty. If the silver fox had never met Versi, he would imagine Werma was the furthest an avian could go with delaying her pregnancy. Even at half the size of his pheasant lover, she was a magnificent, lumpy orb of eggs.

 

  Werma was a thrill-seeker, just rich enough to afford risky ventures across the continent, and of course, she had quickly burned through whatever money she had. Wilhelm's party was the bird's attempt to continue a life of pleasure and she spent much of the night begging the fox for patronage. If she had known the right people Wilhelm would have held back, and merely made Werma's night a living hell of egg-shuffling thrusts and thigh-rippling orgasms. However she benefited from no such connections, and so there she sat.  Her fat feathered rump perched upon a sturdy wooden throne.  Her egg-filled belly resting several feet before her on a cushioned foot rest. Like Lofen, she needed no chains. Lust and size both kept her captive better than any restraints. Not that the cowbird wanted to leave.

 

   “How are you today?” Wilhelm asked with fabricated sweetness.   Slowly caressing the overwhelmed pinkish red membrane. Tracing eggs with his palm just firmly enough to leave a pale streak of thinned skin in his wake that was slow to disappear.

 

   “I can't bear it, Lord Wilhelm!” Werma's sweat-drenched brow knitted, the avian shaking her head even as her body quaked with bliss.  Her plump legs stiffening with his touch.

 

   “You can. For a while longer.” he gently pushed on an egg, and the bird grunted, instinctively bearing down, trying to relieve the pressure.

 

   Laying would be utter madness now, of course. As full as she was, entire broods were trapped within her, and the throne's flat seat made it impossible to do anything other than grind her pussy against wood and coat it in her juices. Every attempted birthing brought her higher without relief, robbing her of sleep with peaks of white hot stabbing pleasure that had her shiny black feathers fluffing up, lending her immense breasts even greater size.

 

   “I want... to rut...”

 

   Wilhelm rumbled a growl of lust. Of course she wanted cock. There was nothing else she could want anymore, not after days of sex and drug fueled delirium.  Utterly enslaved to her appetites in the dungeon. But it still brought him joy to hear the bird admit it.

 

   “Perhaps after I am done with Versi tonight. You barely even approach her, still. Remember the terms of our agreement.” he laughed.

 

   She would burst open long before she matched the pheasant. But, Werma did not know that before hastily agreeing to a deal Versi had whispered in her ear that fateful night. At least, he thought as he walked away, rubbing his own feverishly churning gut with a grin, Werma did not regret her choice. And, she would not regret it until her thinned-out skin gave out and her over-developed eggs rushed from her in a wave of amniotic fluid. The silver fox licked his lips at the thought.

 

   He felt ready for another orgy now. Which left only one task.  Checking on Irra and Versi.

 

   A part of Wilhelm feared looking in on the pair. Their progress left them so vulnerable a stray movement could probably end either of his favorites in an instant. Fortunately, the servants seemed to grasp the importance of keeping the bear and pheasant alive. With his supervision, the help fussed over every detail, from the softness of their pillows to the sturdiness of the mattresses they laid upon. Wilhelm wondered if that was how farmers felt about their prized pumpkins and melons.

 

   “My love... you've grown!”

 

   Lady Irra's shocked greeting came with a deep wheeze and a little wave. It was all the ursine could manage. Eating and fucking were her life now, and moving anything heavier than a plate had become too much for Irra. Her breasts were each easily bigger than any creature could hope to be.  Almost as big as her belly had been once upon a time in far away lands.  They formed mighty hills on either side of her mountain of a belly.  Each stretched and stiffened teat oozing fat streams of milk down curved slopes. She was so full of life.  So warped.  Just three reddish purple bubbles attached to a bear.  Some impossible caricature that seemed to grow larger with every breath.

 

  Wilhelm moved as fast as his gurgling belly allowed.  Jamming that unhappy mockery of a second term pregnancy into Irra's shinny, wriggling flank so the silver fox could smother her immensity with licks. The movement of her young resembled bubbles in a cauldron, far more pronounced over her hide, and Wilhelm's tongue navigated that angry sea like a sailing ship. It was, he realized, only a matter of time until birthing pains hit, no matter what magics he employed. Irra had reached her limit, and it seemed taking up half of their lavish bedroom was it.

 

   Versi, on the other paw, looked more splendid than ever. Eggs, it would seem, kept the worst of the painful stretching and movement from straining her skin, thanks in large part to their lack of movement and a more sedentary lifestyle. Relying on her servants for all transport.  It was an awful risk, especially given their shared destructive lust, but the right paws for the job could always be found. Finding cart-makers skilled enough to produce something capable of carrying the pheasant's many pounds of eggs comfortably was something of a feat, however. Versi would go into temper tantrums from any jostling of her precious brood that was not caused by a hard fucking, and looking at the nonexistent navel that now formed an arm-length purple scar over the apex of her belly, it was easy to see why. She may have been  doing better than Irra, but it was still too much for the bird.

 

   “Grown... heh... foxy's looking a little bigger, is all. Not like you and me, Irra. We're... oof... a couple of goddesses!” Versi piped up, more enthusiastically, if just as out of breath, slapping a tit big enough to crush Wilhelm beneath its mass, eyes glowing with expectation.

 

   Irra could not match Versi's savagery. For Wilhelm it was plain to see. Even when playing with him, at his most vulnerable. While the fox was overwhelmed by food and completely helpless, the bear held back. Versi was different.  She always greeted the slightest discomfort with sadistic glee.  As eager to hurt him as she was to pleasure him. Deep down, Wilhelm appreciated that. After all, what good was kind, gentle love when fulfilling his darkest desires mattered more? Even if he still felt confused, holding back could not possibly be the answer! Restraint was just another word for weakness. And weakness made Irra a victim, not an accomplice. Especially when she so loved to be filled to the very edge of rupture...

 

   “Versi, he's hurting!  Can't you see my love wincing and swaying? Come on, let's just take a break... We don't have to do anything but enjoy ourselves, after all...”

 

   “I will be fine! Are you ready for tonight?” Wilhelm snapped, glaring at the noble lady.

 

   Irra had no right. Not when he was the master of the house, and she was a bloated wreck trapped on the mattress.  No better than those fools in the dungeon! The ache in his gut lessened, replaced with a gnawing need.

 

   “You know what I w-want.” he circled a paw around his belly.  Red silken pants bulging with arousal. “Don't keep me on a leash, my lady.”

 

   “It's all just good fun.” Versi nodded. “Don't be weak dear.”

 

   Wilhelm's face grew cruel, and the overfilled bear's heart grew cold.  He just stood there. Hunched forward and swaying drunkenly.  Gulping down air like a marathon runner while his arms encircled the silvery pink barrel he had grown to love so much.  Tension was thick in the air, and Irra gulped nervously.  Flashing an uneasy smile at her enraged husband.

 

  “Right ---wheeze ---how silly of me.  All good f-fun.”

 

VVV

 

            Wilhelm eagerly awaited twilight. That thrilling time when guests began to trickle into his marble columned entrance hall.  The rotund fox came out to greet them dressed in nothing but a thin blue velvet robe that barely covered the bottom curve of his gut.  Swishing his tail and waving them in with effeminate gestures and giddy greetings. Fitting the role of an utterly debauched noble well. And of course, all of his visitors would buy that. He was, after all, well-known by now.  Wilhelm the harmless pervert.  Always throwing his decadent parties. They were all fools who knew nothing of his desires.

 

  Well, perhaps not all of them were fools.

 

  Finny was dressed as he instructed.  The albino rat's clothes a mix of fine emerald silks and silver chains studded with rubies. The dress was impractical for anything, but revealing in ways that Heskill, her chosen, would not be able to resist. A bit of cleavage, a little jewelry, and the badger would beg for her paw in marriage. Just as she wanted.

 

   The blond haired beauty bowed.  Her long pink tail wrapping nervously around one ankle. Wilhelm just nodded.  Taking in his soon to be ex-servant. It was easy to see the buck-toothed little rodent had something on her mind, perhaps about tonight's plan to seduce Heskill.  But whatever Finny wanted to say to him, she would not do it in front of everyone gathered like this, sober and anxious for the festivities.

 

   Wilhelm barely paid any attention to Heskill when he arrived.  Welcoming the well dressed  badger with a brisk bow that showed the full extent of his glutted gut.  A firm pregnant swell that tented his robe and threatened to throw the fox off balance.  Wilhelm only stopped long enough to assure the middle aged noble that there would be plenty of refreshment if he did not feel capable of more physical activities. Knowing this remark would irritate Heskill and make the badger more eager to prove his masculinity to this younger, more virile crowd. A calculated move that improved Finny's chance to strike.

 

   The other guests received a warmer welcome. An otter called Theoren, some mercenary from across the sea, chuckled at Wilhelm's tented blue robe, but accepted a kiss on the lips with enthusiasm.  Clasping his webbed hands onto the bulging flanks of Wilhelm's cloth covered fecundity while their tongues explored.  The fox growled, allowing this bold guest to explore his taught belly and sharp toothed mouth for a spine tingling moment.  The alcohol on his tongue was strong and cheap, but Wilhelm heard the river-weasel could fuck even after a barrel of the stuff. The otter broke their kiss and slapped one hand onto the sloped shelf of Wilhelm's gut with a solid thwap.  Demanding to see “these big-bellied wenches I keep hearing about." 

 

  A mouse from the farms, his head swiveling about as if it would pop off at any moment, soon followed the otter.  A slender whip-like tail dragging in his wake.  His name was Foma, and the tales he had been told about these parties filled him with nervous apprehension.  The mouse bowed so low his ears brushed the stone floor before the fox could raise him up. Lord Wilhelm assured the buck toothed boy and his gaggle of friends they were welcome with a seductive wink.  Making sure to gently rub the front of his velvet covered girth against Foma's crotch before moving on. They whispered among themselves endlessly from that point on, each one certain that the fox was winking at them.

 

   A fat lynx, her thighs somehow as wide as Irra's, lumbered up to him. She was dressed in a stained yellow dress that clung tightly to her pear shaped body.  Her name was Laura.  A minor merchant who only sold half of her dried fish inventory every week because the other half disappeared down her throat.  Usually joined by kegs of beer and the cum of any male that looked even remotely attractive. From what Wilhelm could tell, it was not even about lust with her. The feline was simply a bottomless hole with a desire to grow and so far no one had found her limit --------yet. He smiled politely, eyeing the slobish feline's meaty tits and jiggling ball gut with hungry eyes.

 

  "My, how you've grown Lord Wilhelm.  I'm almost jealous."

 

  Irra's tail flicked with excitement between her cheeks, utterly failing to hide her arousal for the engorged fox.

 

  "And so have you my dear Irra, we shall have to compare our sizes after the feasting in a more intimate fashion," he said with a honeyed voice.  Letting his finger tips glide through her auburn head fur and down along one roll littered side of her fattened frame. Stopping only once his hand met one of the cat's fattened tits with a squeeze.

 

  A deep rumbling purr vibrated through the lynx's chest, and with a lick of her lips she was off to find the food.

 

   To look at the busty rabbit that followed Laura, one would think she was utterly disinterested in any orgy. Gemma's factories made the finest cloth sails on the coast.  A rather boring industry that seemed to match the rabbit's appearance.  She was dressed in a plain black dress and gray cloak so conservative she might as well have been an undertaker. But, when Wilhelm had first met her and Theoren the otter merc in the same bed the rabbit had acted differently. She had been humping atop the water weasel's cock, her bountiful chest heaving up and down, as fiercely lustful as any creature could be. Her eyes tonight were much clearer, the haze of drugs gone, but there was little doubt she would indulge the first chance she got. Which made her the perfect victim, of course. Who would be surprised if she turned up with her tits swollen twice their previous size and her gut burst.  Those plump lips coated in some exotic herb? Wilhelm whispered how well-spiced the wine would be into her ear, pulling her close enough to sink his claws into her firm bubble but just enough to promise Gemma a good time.

 

   The tricky one tonight was Pytha. She was here along with her husband Mek. The pair of farmers had made a fortune a while back, and got it into their heads to play at nobility. No one minded, as long as they knew their place, and the pair of ferrets had managed to avoid doing anything that would offend the truly powerful. Their town liked them well enough, and they would surely be missed if they proved too tempting for the fox. But, Wilhelm decided to risk it. While the male ferret was of no consequence, the female carried more than one litter inside her, insisting that keeping herself full of young also kept her young. It was a flimsy excuse for her fetish, and the silver fox itched to see just how far he could push Pytha before she gave up or popped open at the seams. Reluctantly, he also admitted the slinky ferret by her side had some potential. Mek kept reaching a paw down between his legs, adjusting a bulge most males would kill for. Wilhelm chuckled, the image of the ferret trying to do that with a gut as big as a prize-winning pumpkin coming unbidden to his mind.

 

   The servants led them all inside, Wilhelm following after with a slow, seductive waddle.. Once safely in the orgy room they all stood there, mouths agape, staring at the magnificent ladies of his house. It was impossible to imagine what they were all thinking as their gazes moved over the bulk of pheasant and ursine filling their matching silver couches. They were amazed, certainly. At a loss for words, probably.

 

   “As I told each of you, my loves are not for the common streets or common eyes, and now you can see why.” he said with unrestrained glee.  Waddling up to Irra to gently lean upon her huge belly like he would a stone wall. 

 

   The bear tried to bend over and kiss him, but a deep gurgle and a flurry of kicks to her shiny pink and purple mottled hide made Irra think better of it.  She settled for brushing his head-fur with one large paw.  Her eyes already locked on the otter mercenary.  Watching hungrily as Theoren happily poured the contents of a crystal decanter into himself, his free paw traveling down to undo his britches.

 

   “What a male...” she whispered, and Wilhelm restrained his jealousy while she waved to the merc.

 

   Theoren waved back jauntily, before grabbing the mouse farm boy and pulling him in close.  Stuffing a pie into the smaller male's mouth. Foma struggled, sputtering, his friends falling over themselves with laughter. To Wilhelm's pleasure, in spite of the rodent's loud denials, he stayed by the otter's side, babbling about Lady Versi and flirting with the river-weasel when he thought no one was watching.

 

   “Would you like to introduce me to Heskill now?” Finny slid up to the fox silently.  Her naked tail slapping his hip.

 

   “Of course.”

 

   They found the badger standing between a pile of steaks and Laura, trying to strike up a conversation. The feline simply shoved him aside, grabbing the serving platter and shoving one steak after another into her mouth as if they were dainty little snacks. Lord Heskill seemed to give up after that. He stood, fuming, periodically glaring at Irra and Versi. Having failed so spectacularly with those he thought he could easily impress, he was not about to be humiliated by them. Even if every time he tried to look at them with anger, his eyes kept drifting to the veined, striped behemoths of their breasts and bellies.

 

   “Forgive my earlier rudeness, Lord Heskill.” Wilhelm said, gently guiding Finny forward. “But this young lady wished to know about your estate's sunflower crop...”

 

   It was too easy. After giving her a look-over with a sigh of frustration, Heskill gave the rat a try. Finny was a natural.  Listening intently to the older badger's rambling.  Asking all the right questions. Soon he had forgotten all about how petite she was, and his eyes were straying to her tits with barely disguised lust.

 

   In fact, the drugs liberally sprinkled over the food were beginning to work well on everyone. More and more, the chamber grew quiet as the guests looked to the corner where their hostesses, in all their taut glory, held court. Predictably, Foma's friends gravitated toward Irra and Versi. With their fearless leader occupied by the drunk otter, they had no choice. Neither did Pytha and Mek. The ferrets bounced around for a bit, but eventually, plates laden with food, the female had to rest her pendulous belly. And, the only good place to do that was a couch near Lord Wilhelm's two spectacularly overburdened lovers.

 

   The fox caught snippets of their conversation. The farmer ferrets were amazed by the womb's strength, and all three ladies were eager to boast and share tips. Mek, Pytha's husband, kept trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.  Fidgeting whenever the size of his maleness or his ability to breed came up, but he flushed a little more each time, leaning closer to a handsome bat perched next to him on the couch.

 

   “Such beauties you've grown Lord Wilhelm, truly breathtaking -----but I will be bigger than all of them.  You'll see.”

 

   Laura waddled up to Wilhelm.  Her platter of steaks already mostly empty. Judging by the state of her long-suffering yellow dress, she would be naked very soon. Her globular gut sat heavily on those chunky hips and now swelled outwards far enough to snap the stitching at her sides.  The silver fox could even see a hint of areola on her right breast whenever she grabbed another piece of meat.

           

   “Do tell me how you plan to outgrow them.” the vulpine rubbed his paws together. “And I might help.”

 

   “I'd have thought you of all people wanted to make sure your breeders were the biggest.” the lynx laughed. “But then again, you did want me here... what I think is, they've reached their peak. Those hides just can't stretch anymore. Meanwhile, I've been stretching my guts and my skin for years and constantly lotioning.  That way my skin becomes more pliant. Sooooooo, if I became gravid and carried for a while...”

 

   She seemed to have no understanding of what such a burden entailed. The feline actually seemed to think she could gain enough to compete with his ladies! Wilhelm considered the lynx's value, eyeing the empty platter in her paw. If the doses were right, she would be a mindlessly horny wreck even before everyone else. That would, he decided, shut her ignorant hole up and open others for a good rutting. If nothing else, she would make a nice distraction for the guests.

 

   “Of course. You are absolutely right. Do keep growing, and I'll be sure to add something to the cause later tonight... Now, I should go make sure Gemma is having a good time.” the silver fox brushed past, gently nudging her taught grumbling gut with a paw.

 

   Gemma moved slowly around the food-laden tables. Hesitating, eyeing the massive bear and bird as if afraid a meal might leave her like that. But, the silver fox knew just how to appeal to her.

 

   “How would you like to have a bit of fun with me first?” he sidled up to her, whispering with just enough urgency to suggest he was needy. “Just be sure to load up the plate for me. Stuff me my luscious bun, huuuuurt me.  I want to feel my belly convulse when we fuck.”

 

   It was amusing to watch her grab everything in sight.  Tasting some as she went in an effort to please him. Gemma knew how he could be, thanks to their last meeting, and the prospect of starting the night with that insatiable vulpine drove her into a frenzy faster than any of his drug laced food. And, Wilhelm thought with a small chuckle, he wasn't lying. He did want her to stuff him. It would drive Versi up the wall to see another abuse him, and Irra... well, Irra would not just sit idly by.  "She would abuse me too, wouldn't she?"

 

   Finding the right spot for their fun was important. Just close enough to his swollen lovers for the orgy to gravitate toward them, yet far enough away that they would suffer to reach him. And, if they were in pain from their overstuffed, burdensome guts, they would surely enjoy toying with his straining bulb even more! Wilhelm picked a low mattress positioned just close enough for the ursine noble and her pheasant friend to see what went on. He made a show of gazing longingly at the pair until Gemma returned with food laden platters and plates. The fox began to undress her, leaning in close for a kiss.  His paw straying deep into the bunny's cleavage to undo her bra beneath the black clothing. It felt like all eyes were on them for a moment.

 

   But, only for a moment. Just as she shrugged off her cloak and dress, Wilhelm stood up with a grunt, throwing off his robe to bare it all for the crowd.  There were gasps of shock from his older friends, who found themselves even more shocked by the silver furred noble's increased girth.  The shimmering silver fur around his hips and along the rigid barrel were growing thin and patchy.  Revealing raw red strips and slithering blue veins.  He waddled up to Irra on legs that were still fairly thin.

 

  “My love, won't you entertain... Mek and Pytha for me?”

 

  Her eyes widened, but she nodded, and waved the ferret's toward her. Versi smiled wickedly, applauding his evil ways. She knew him well enough to know his next victims had been chosen. Pytha huffed with indignation, but ultimately joined her husband in clambering over the massively pregnant bear. The slinky weasels provided almost as much of a draw crawling over that immense dome.  Knees and elbows barely denting the solid leviathan.  Their balance often tested by shifting pups just below the contracting surface.  Mek kissed Lady Irra's breasts.  Suckling on her nipples with greedy squeaks while Pytha tried her best to grind the triplet sized swell that hung from her slinky frame between the bear's milky orbs in some twisted mockery of a boob job.   Theoren pouted, and Foma stared slack-jawed, doing their best to seem inconspicuous while they pawed themselves. The others were less enthusiastic, for now.

 

  “Sorry, my dear. I could not very well leave my wife without a cock of her own.” Wilhelm said with a huff.  Clearly out of breath after his brief walk.  The silver furred fox bowed low to the lapin.  His gut pressing into bony knees with a liquid squeal that made the pink bubble turn a shade darker.

 

  “Hah, you just want something to watch. You're a jealous one, but still a cuckold.” Gemma giggled, her cheeks flushed.  Eyes unfocused.

 

  The fox laid down upon the mattress before her, whining submissively, glancing back at his wife with another male. There was a spark of something in him. A spark fed all the more by Gemma, who began thrusting bits of dried fruit and candied meats into his mouth.  A familiar need for more. He grabbed her right tit roughly, eliciting a moan and slap from her paw. Wilhelm snarled, and she fed him faster, more urgently.  Her other paw raising stray treats to her lips. The aphrodisiac mixture finally had its spell over Gemma, and she wanted more.

 

  “Mmmm... come on...” he whispered between cheek bulging wads of food.  “More, give me more!”.

 

  Wilhelm heard panting all around him, and soft, lustful growls and groans. The feast was truly in full swing now.  So was the rutting. Theoren was balls-deep in Foma.  The mouse's excited squeaks filling the chamber as much as the otter's dick filled him.  With an eager wave of his hand Foma coaxed the hesitant bat watching them beneath his belly to suck him off. His uncertainty melting away once the bats mouth was properly filled. All three kept slapping Versi's belly while they rutted beside the birds lumpy wall of belly.  Forcing gasps and chirps of joy from the pheasant.  Her eggs changing positions with every blow.  Versi looked down at them with an unhinged grin and gasped through the pain.  Her eyes wide, feathers ruffled. She made them swear they would not cum until they mounted her.

 

  Irra took to her duty as the wife of a cuckold well. Too well by far. Like a whore she spread herself wide for Mek and moaned with orgasmic pleasure in between large, ravenous bites of food.  One paw busily pleasured his wife while the fecund ferret suckled from the ursine's teat.  Pytha's fluffy cheeks bulging with great gulps.  Filling her stomach with more than drug-tainted oysters. Seeing Laura right there at the other nipple barely surprised Wilhelm. The fat, lazy lynx did not even bother returning for another platter. Why, when she had a perfect source of gut-sloshing filling and a warm fleshy mattress right there? Her belly fought with Pytha's for space on the vast, red marbled surface. Their navels were mashed together.  Lost from sight amidst the cleavage they created.  He could actually see them being pushed apart by their glutted guts and smirked.  Breaking his gaze away from the sight to slurp down another piece of steak Gemma presented him. 

 

  The unhinged fox grew lost to the pleasured stretch and rising nausea.  His tongue swamped with tastes and textures that only made him sicker with every passing moment.  He writhed weakly upon the couch like a finicky baby.  Mouth open for the next morsel, legs shifting, arms flopping, sharp toe claws flexing and clenching into the red mattress beneath him while his belly shifted, contorted and swelled angrily above him like a butterfly fighting to escape its cocoon.  He whined and grunted and burped, eyes rolling back with anguished shivers every time he swallowed.  At one point the fox surprised Gemma by rising up with a grunt.  Sending the triplet sized oval crashing down between his legs.  Wilhelm drew the bunny in with trembling arms for a long, passionate kiss made all the better by the full weight of the bun's upper body pressing into his shiny pink gut. Wilhelm could smell Gemma's arousal now. As soon as he was full enough they could begin.

 

  Full enough now meant much more than it ever had. He ate and ate, but like any addiction, as his tolerance built, he had to consume more just to feel the same. Wilhelm's sides ached from the way his stomach pressed against his guts, churning with the drugged stuffing. He felt so unbearably taut, both between his legs and around his middle. At last, he could hold back no more. The silver-furred vulpine raised a paw and wretched.  Cheeks bulging with bile that was quickly forced back.

 

  “Enough...hreck... foreplay...” he huffed.

 

  That was a lie. It was never enough. Not even after eating himself into this state. He longed to eat until his gut simply gave up the ghost. The very idea sent a throb of desire into his dick that even seeing Gemma standing naked over him did not. She was too small. Even with those fat tits and a small dome of a gut from her constant snacking. The bunny's belly slapped his own when she straddled him, and that was good, but it was nothing compared to the press of a truly stuffed creature atop him. At least that part, he could fix.  Wilhelm guessed he could make the rabbit pregnant with a dozen. Just thinking of her swelling up with young, those massive breasts of hers finally serving some purpose, wobbling on a gravid swell...

 

  He groaned when she impaled herself on his rod and settled the weight of her bloat against the underside of his hot, slick, thinly furred mass.  As Gemma began to bounce upon him Wilhelm went limp. His head flopping to one side.

 

  He watched the debauchery around him through tear filled eyes and felt his dick grow even harder within the stuffed rabbit. The bat, no longer satisfied with merely pleasuring Foma, had moved on.  Lust driving him to mount Mek from behind. The ferret protested, but not too loudly. Stuck between the muscular bat and the bears immense rump Mek held on for dear life and tried to time his thrusts to his new lovers'. Pytha laughed at the site from her perch atop the bear's belly. Sprawled on her side the brown furred ferret rested her chin upon folded arms and let the barrel of her thin furred gut drape across the surface of Irra's massive dome.  A tinge of green had come to Pytha's milk drenched cheeks and her stomach's anguished convulsions vibrated through the bear.  She had given up long ago, leaving both breasts to Laura. She had decided to roll off the bears belly at some point and now sat on the couch beside Irra.  Snuggled up close so she could drink from one low hanging tit.  Her tan furred breasts lay parted to either side of a gut that came dangerously close to matching Wilhelm's A polished marble of solid skin topped by a pointy, tender new outie that was oh so red looking.

 

  The fat cat seemed fine, unphased by self inflicted destruction to her waste line, but Irra could tell Pytha was paying for her greed, just like she was.  Irra had stopped eating once that familiar feeling filled the back of her throat.  The tingling pressure of compacted food with nowhere to go.  She was solid with food and babies, and the pain was intense, but Irra was much more used to it than the little ball of ferret. 

 

  Pytha's belly no longer conformed to the curved surface it rested on.  Jutting out rigidly into the air like a pencil balanced on a watermelon.  Perfectly balanced where her hip ended and gut began.  Irra grabbed the weasel by her ankle and spun the ferret around. Pulling her crotch in close.  The sudden movement released a retching gag from Pytha and loud sloshes from her belly but that didn't stop the bear.  She knew what her little friend needed the most.  Grabbing the overfilled ferret by her thighs Irra buried her muzzle in the smaller female's snatch.  Her long, thick tongue burrowing so deep it tapped her cervix.  Black nose mashing into Pytha's clit.  With a breathless wail the brown furred ferret threw back her head and gripped the bears thinned belly fur. Bracing herself for the intensity that comes with being eaten out like a chicken wing.

 

  Versi eyed the bear jealously and groaned her disappointment at losing the bat to Irra. He had been her target. But, she would not give up, not when she had other boys to play with. She felt Foma hugging the front of her egg filled orb.  The mouse's dick thrusting into a hollow between two eggs while his mouth suckled the bulbous whirl of her navel.  Without his otter friend the shy rodent seemed content to worship the birds eggs, but Versi was not.   With tremendous effort, she stood up on thick, kneeless trunks, arched her back with a determined squawk and swayed her belly up over Foma.  Practically knocking the poor boy onto his back before sinking atop the mouse's hard, cum-stained dick with a shudder. Theoren, no longer enjoying the rodent's backside, hurried back over to Versi and sank as much of his length between the pheasant's huge buttocks as strength allowed.  Resting his shiny pink tinged ball of booze atop her firm ass cheeks. Between the swollen otter and meek mouse Lady Versi's holes were well-stretched, and she stopped staring at the bat's humping behind.  His abandonment forgotten.  Replaced by a pleasured agony that lulled Versi into a clucking daze. Her eyes half-closed, beak screwed up in concentration. Versi truly did not care one bit about the damage inflicted on her belly. The careless humping of her lovers quickly led to new bruises.  Her eggs jostling about in painful clacking jolts that kept the lumpy oval constantly shifting. The pain was plain to see upon her face but still, she kept going.

 

  Mek's frenzied humps only intensified with the bat's help.  Sending Irra's warped and inflated body into a sloshing, thwumping, wobbling rock that finally drove Laura away from her perch.  The thick nipple so familiar to her lips was wrenched free by this undulating sway, and the lynx snarled.  Raising her claw tipped hand to strike at the sweaty breast bobbing before her. The fox bit his lip in anticipation. A good strike, maybe two, and Versi would be a mess on the couch! But, instead, the fat cat's gaze met his. Laura was well and truly drunk with her meal, and in that moment she remembered the silver furred fox's whispered invitation to compare their sizes in a more intimate fashion.

 

  With a soft, wheezing breath, the lynx slid from the couch's edge and shuffled slowly towards a table laden with food, bent forward by the pendulous weight in her itchy hot food bubble.  Her navel tantalizingly close to brushing the ground with every sluggish swing.  It thumped into the lynx's fat packed legs.  Making her whimper with discomfort for the first time that night, and even in her cradled arms it refused to cease its motion.  Laura slammed her hands onto the food littered surface of the table and used it to push herself upright with shaky arms and grunts of strain.  Her spine popping, arching back to let the fat cats gut jut from her fattened frame like an air balloon. 

 

  She waddled towards Wilhelm drunkenly.  Stumbling from side to side.  He could see Laura's claw tipped toes clacking closer and closer.  Foot paws barely lifting high enough to show the delicate toe beans. Chubby hands roamed over her creation. Fingers and palms barely denting the raw, red striped skin.

 

  From the front she was three towering bulbs, each shiny pink and tinged with brown fur.  Laura gave Wilhelm a sultry smirk that was soon lost from sight.  She became a belly with legs, a living monument to gluttony, and in his overfilled, sex drenched delirium that sweat slicked, red striped perfection resembled the thumb of some accusatory giant.   

 

  “That must hurt.” the feline sneered. A paw sliding down her gut.  Playfully thrusting it before Wilhelm's face.  The fox's upper body was cast into shadow by lynx belly, and he whimpered up at the fat puffy slit nestled between her widespread legs.  His whole body rocked with each jack-hammering bounce Gemma made, accompanied by the solid thump of her small round pot belly slamming against the raw red underside of his gut.

 

  The glutted lynx couldn't see Wilhelm's face, but all the same she stared down at the vast half moon of her upper belly like she could.

 

  “I can make it hurt more if you want," she said eagerly.  "I can rest this thing right on your aching gut."  Laura put a period on that sentence by winding back her arm and slapping the top of her belly so hard that it bobbed down low.  Tapping Wilhelm on the nose. 

 

  The silver fox should have stopped. He wanted to watch his lovers and the rest of the orgy unfold. And.  His poor gut already ached from the bunny's repeated blows! But instead, he nodded, ears laid back.  Eyes watering.

 

  "Y--yeeeessssss -------- hurt m-more -urch!"

 

  It was a croak really.  Strangled wheezing sounds that even Laura's sensitive ears struggled to hear.  Breathless words that gave her a sharp toothed smile.

 

  Laura bent her dimpled knees and plunged the suffocating petals between her thighs onto his muzzle.  Wilhelm licked Laura's lower lips for all he was worth, barely breathing, air driven from his lungs by added weight. The cat's oblong mass was pushed upwards by the towering peak of Wilhelm's belly.  Becoming a mighty bludgeon that slapped down onto the reddening surface again and again.  Wilhelm whined like a pup and bit his lip so hard it bled.  Suddenly realizing how tormenting it was to have his ready to pop tumor of a belly sandwiched between two others like some bizarre Newton's cradle.

 

  Not to be outdone, the rabbit sped up her pace.  Gasping and whining with every downward shove.  Keeping herself firmly on Wilhelm's length. He felt his navel bruise and stretch wider from the mistreatment. Stretch-marks itching worse than ever.  Stomach hurting more than ever.  Wilhelm's eyes rolled back, bile filled his mouth, and he came. Gemma squealed happily and clenched her muscles.  Milking the fox of every drop so effectively that his balls were bone dry after the third load.  The silver fox was barely conscious.  Suffocating between those meaty thighs.  Cheeks drenched in the lynx's juices.

 

  Gemma was the first to give up.  It was predictable of course. The bunny lacked experience, and her own after-feast rut was far from a mild introduction.  She was too exhausted and full of cum to keep going. With a soft cry, she slid off his member and shuffled back on hands and knees.  Her belly swinging heavily below.  A full term bloat that churned angrily and slapped against her thighs and tits.  He felt the nub of her navel bump his erection as she slid away and shuddered with ecstasy.  His body stiffening with some kind of orgasmic seizure.

 

  Not long after that Laura's bouncing slowed, and the fat cat rolled her belly off of Wilhelm's fecund food balloon.  Flopping onto her side with an angry glorp from overloaded innards.  The fox's muzzle popped free from its wet hot prison and crushed lungs gulped in what they could.   surface covered in wide angry purple bruises.  Clouds in a feverishly pink sky filled with arching red meteors.  It moved like a big ball.  Firm and unyielding.  The fox's mind beginning to clear with each shallow breath. Laura lay there, her back to the gasping noble, and giggled with glee. Her bobbed tail swishing happily between extra thick cheeks. 

 

  “Still breathing, fox? I thought my cunt killed you for sure!” she boomed a laugh.

 

  Wilhelm stared at the ceiling.  Watching the white dots that floated through his blurred vision.  The fox was nothing but pain now.  He felt strangled by his own body.  Compressed by the almost peach shaped hernia of a belly that covered his knees and forced his erection into the cool tiled floor.  Wilhelm didn't even hear the glutted cat struggle to her foot paws.  So disconnected from reality that he was genuinely surprised to see the lynx's oblong gut sway into his view.  The top of her head just cresting into view as she leaned forward with a satisfied smirk.  Her pointed ears flicking gently, almost mockingly, from their perch atop her head. Laura was tough. Perhaps, Wilhelm thought, she could even rival Irra and Versi one day.

 

  “I'd ask if you want some more pain for that puny thing between your legs... and your dick... but I think I'd like to be bred now. Its high time i started stretching this jewel of mine to the limit."  Those words dripped off her tongue with a hungry purr, and she turned to the inebriated otter standing by the finely appointed bar.  Naked as the day he was born and full of enough hard liquor to turn him into a mockery of pregnancy.  His twin sized sphere of a beer belly resting heavily upon the bar's varnished top while he double fisted two large bottles of bourbon.

 

  "Hey, cap'n, bring me a bottle and seed this womb before someone else does!”

 

  The lynx slapped her stretch mark littered oval to emphasize her point and Theoren re-doubled his efforts.  Jamming both bottles down his throat until every drop was gone.  With a belch that sent the ball rooms chandelier to shaking the otter threw the empty bottles to the ground and slid his churning pink tinged gut from the bar top with a prolonged, rubbery squeak.  Grabbing a bottle of wine in the process. Wilhelm shook his head with amusement as he watched the lynx and otter waddle towards each other like two fat ducks.  The fox was beginning to regain some clarity, nursing his middle with gentle sweeps of the paws as if it was some Faberge egg. All that pleasure must have torn something. The pain thrilled him. It meant he was at his limit. His head swam, his cock slapping his middle quickly, mercilessly, like a punishing rod every time his stomach contracted enough to free it from its compressed prison.

 

  Maybe, tonight was it. One more climax, one more look at the beauty and horror he wrought, and he was finished. A part of Wilhelm recoiled in terror at the idea. But, in this state, that part was less than nothing. Cumming and destruction mattered more!

 

  “M-my loves!” he called to the ursine and avian upon their couches. “Please... please help me... my b-belly aches!”

 

  The look that passed over Versi was one of orgasmic, vile joy. She glared at him, slamming her belly upon Foma's chest, punching his chin with the thin-skinned apex of her egg-sack every time she rode up slightly.  Her grin growing once Wilhelm started crawling to her. He dragged himself across the floor.  Pulling with trembling arms and pushing with weakened legs.  His belly hardly moved, so taught that it only rocked back and forth like a ball just before it teeters to a stop.

 

   Squeak!

 

   Glorp glap

 

   Squeak!

 

   Glorp glap

 

   Irra looked upon him with a mixture of pity and fear as he struggled upon the ground, ignored by most of his guests. Wilhelm saw the ursine's paw clasp around Pytha's shoulder. Drawing the panting ball of a ferret in close to her breasts like a protective mother.  It was such a simple motion, but it was enough. The smoldering embers of love in the silver fox's heart went out, utterly snuffed. She was not his accomplice. She was not perfect, and Wilhelm had no place in his life for things that did not meet his twisted perfection.

 

  “You want help, you scrawny waste of vulpine skin? Come over here and let mousy lick it better from under my gut!” Lady Versi roared like a dragon from an old tale, her feathers ruffled, her eyes wild with overwhelming lust.

 

  Wilhelm obeyed without thinking.  Slowly, agonizingly wriggeling his way across the ballroom floor.  The crashing swish of his half digested feast rising above the cacophany of sex.

 

  Squeak!

 

  Glorp glap

 

  Squeak! 

 

  Wilhelm was so close now.  The tip of his conical outie brushed the bulging, rounded flank of lumpy bird belly before him.  The skin so taught and thin that he watched veins pump their elixir all across this dark red planet that rocked and wobbled like some eldritch slug before him.   The pheasant forced her gut out even more, arching her back with a strained caw.  Forcing her tubular girth over a foot above the plush mattress. Those blood vessels slowed before Wilhelm's eyes, the skin drawn too tight for anything to circulate, and he swore he saw beads of blood swirling with the bird's sweat. She brought this rising column of mottled, lumpy skin crashing down atop Foma.  Covering the mouse entirely while she still rode him for all he was worth.  The visceral thrill of his belly being so close to crushing destruction brought Wilhelm to new levels of sexual excitement.  Wilhelm whined and yowled  up at her.  Pressing his heavy orb beneath Versi like a wedge.

 

  Versi peered down at him with an unhinged, primal grin.  Her feather tipped fingers brushing against sensitive nipples.  For the first time ever Wilhelm completely submitted to this fiendish fowl, and Versi didn't hesitate.  With a roaring squawk she arched her back once more, giving Wilhelm the brief window he needed.  With eager, thrusting hips the silver fox shimmied his solver tinged food cauldron further forwards.  Right into that trapped mouse's face, and then.  Just as quickly.  The mighty whale crashed back down to earth with the crashing click clack of countless eggs.  Burying Wilhelm's tortured, red ribboned fecundity beneath it.

 

  Wilhelm bit his tongue and stifled a scream of pure agony.  Feeling his rigid gut compress beneath the crushing weight while Foma began licking the vulpine's belly, gently gliding his rodent tongue up to Lord Wilhelm's navel where it swirled around the gnarled purple root. The silver fox felt rather than heard the quiet moans and muffled pain of the mouse beneath Lady Versi.  He was just a soothing sensation that passed over the fox's fevered belly-hide now. It brought only slight relief to Wilhelm's torment.

 

  Just enough to make up for the bird using his poor gut as an anvil. The weight of so many eggs slamming down on him drove the air from Wilhelm's lungs and mashed his triplet sized gut into frightening shapes. He swore he came twice just from the merciless squeezing of his packed innards against the floor! Wilhelm finally screamed, pawed at his cheeks, and thought of his past victims while feebly attempting to force even more of himself beneath Versi.  He would do anything to keep the wonderful, awful feeling going while the pheasant raised her immense pregnancy up like a great hammer and brought it crashing down with a floor shaking crash.  Her tail feathers fluttering with every blow.  Wilhelm felt the lumps of eggs shift mightily against his strained flesh, cracking within her.  The bird joining him in breathless ecstasy. He would give her more. Hells, the fox thought as a particularly desperate whimper escaped from under Versi's bulk, the mouse would give her more eggs to carry! What mattered now was the fantasy of self-destruction the fox endured. He deserved it all, after all he had done, after he became so spoiled and rotten inside. Wilhelm shuddered, buttocks clenching, another huge orgasm rocking through him. 

 

  "p------pop-----gurk ungh! Meeeee," croaked the fox in between gagging convulsions.

 

  Versi just cackled cruelly, her feathers ruffling where they still existed at the edges of her gargantuan pregnancy.  There would be no mercy tonight, not from her. 

 

  It was only some time later, once the bird finally released him.  Allowing the shivering fox to roll away from Versi's pounding girth and onto his back, that the vulpine thought it was good he survived.  His stomach was completely purple now. One of the pheasant's down feathers stuck to his shiny, bruised gut.  Stretch marks were torn wide by the birds abuse.  Like raw slabs of meat on a sphere, but they had not begun to bleed just yet.  That was good.  It meant he still had plenty of fucking ahead of him, and it would be terrible to die before he could make it through the night and enjoy a little play session with his prisoners down in the dungeon.

 

  “I think I've knocked the poor boy out...” Versi panted, rolling off the couch like a boulder, not even pretending to lift herself as she went.

 

  Versi came to rest awkwardly upon her side like a wrecked ship, the pheasant's beak meeting Wilhelm's muzzle in a slow, passionate kiss. The mouse on the couch looked much less alive than before, his cock lying across his stomach and his whole body coated in semen. How much of that slime was vulpine and how much rodent, Wilhelm did not care to guess. Wilhelm scooted forward, wrapping as much of his arms as he could around her tits, slipping his grape of a gut between that feathered tit meat and lifting a leg to straddle her belly possessively. He rested, barely breathing, eyes half-closed with afterglow. Delicious, evil pains passed through his innards. He was sure something in his entrails bled, having given up from the pressure and the blows. But, it would heal, Wilhelm was sure. The silver-furred fox knew better than to worry about such a minor thing.

 

  “You are perfection... the biggest bird in the world.” he whispered.  Just loud enough to be heard over the sounds of sex all around them.

 

  “And someday, I will burst open for you.” Vesi answered. “If you don't split yourself open first.”

 

  “It would be -hurk- bliss either way...”

 

  “And what will you do with Irra?” the avian gently jostled her chest, making the fox shiver and his belly slosh.

 

  “What do you-urp- mean?” Wilhelm asked.

 

  The twisted fox wasn't stupid, he knew that Irra had slipped away while his mind was focused on the white-hot cumming and near-bursting. While he writhed and gave up his seed, tortured in the most wonderful way imaginable, the bear had fled! And she must have taken the ferrets with her. Mek and Pytha were nowhere to be seen.

 

  “She took them away.  Probably thinks you will torture them.” the pheasant shook her head. “Humph, weak.  That's what she is. I'd fill them with apples and roast their slinky little carcasses over the fire. Ferrets always taste best when their cooked over an open flame.”

 

  Wilhelm nodded, his face suddenly very still and serious. It occurred to him what a confession that was. In a way, it was more intimate than any profession of love. Even as full as he was, the fox felt his stomach grumble with sick hunger between her breasts. His darkest appetites re-ignited by the birds words.

 

  “Are you surprised my dear? I have many students at my school. Some graduate, and some become my food. I know you approve. I know what you feed us, and i know you want to see blood and death and revel in it just as much as I. You'd do well in my kitchen.  Why don't you do away with Irra and her hesitations. Come with me, grow with me ------ destroy me."

 

  She spoke to him in a low, guttural rumble.  The avian's eyes hard as steel. If he showed any weakness she would not hesitate to twist his neck until it gave out. So, this was a partner in crime worth having. He licked his lips.

 

  “What do you have ----- in mind?” he said.

 

  She would have to repeat everything eventually. Wilhelm was too drugged and dazed to retain it all. For now, every word was a thrill of bliss down his spine, and that was enough. Versi was truly wicked. The way her entire egg-sack of a belly lurched beneath him when she hissed her fantasies. The brutal way she shuffled her breast-meat over his dick.  Making every sentence carry a lustful, tortured undertone.

 

  “It won't take much to push Irra over the edge. We could do it with another feast I'm sure. Maybe that's why she fears you now... the poor thing is terrified one wrong move won't just pop you, it will put an end to her!”

 

  It made sense. If his guts begged him to stop whenever he humped into her cleavage, what would it feel like for Irra?  With her weaker willpower and insufferable conscious? He was a fool to ever think the bear cruel enough to partake in his fun. He felt ashamed to have ever considered her a true paragon of gluttony and lust. He had been a less refined fox then. Never having met a soul as twisted as his own. But now he had Versi. As if to emphasize her darker nature, the bird roughly thrust her chest forward, slapping heavy tits against the sides of his sensitive stomach.  A loud crack of flesh against flesh that elicited a choked moan from the fox and bird. Wilhelm felt like he had eaten a cannonball or two ------ or perhaps ingested a sin worm.

 

  “My wife... eating herself to death in the middle of an orgy... how tragic...” he chuckled.  Reaching down to run a paw over one one of the large, raw red stretch marks that decorated his belly. “And you would, of course, be there... for support.”

 

  “Of course, and as your victim. I am not a fool. I know you won't stop with me. Unlike Irra, I know... and I want it... as much as you do... for yourself.”

 

  Wilhelm swallowed. He was not ready to admit it so openly. Especially not with such a load of drugs in him! He was so drunk if someone offered to slice him in half, he'd agree just to see his own insides!

 

  It was much easier to just growl and hump the bird's belly. To give into the demonic urges driving him to hurt himself, to hurt her, but always in pleasure. It was justice, of a sort, and a crime as well, and Wilhelm sensed, distantly, that he should have cared about what he was doing long ago. And even then, it was easier to look elsewhere, to relish the pressurized pain in his guts, to just enjoy the orgy as it went on.

 

  Foma and Gemma did not make for much of a show. Neither did the mouse's friends. The bat, abandoned by Irra, sat upon her empty couch and masturbated while he watched Theoren and Laura fuck at his feet. The otter did most of the work, Foma's body glistening with sweat.  His whiskered face flushed with exertion, cum running down between the lynx's legs and over pillows that practically steamed in the air. The cat laid there on her back, her breathing ragged, and even where Wilhelm lay, with much of his vision taken up by Versi's magnificence, he saw the lynx's huge gut and tits wobbling with the otter's thrusts. Laura weakly raised a paw, reaching out for the bat. The boy looked torn for a moment, but, as with all victims of Lord Wilhelm's drugs, he succumbed and shoved his member down her throat, adding to the quakes passing through her lard.

 

  The fox moaned, eyes fluttering. He could not last long like this himself, his thrusting hips slowing of their own accord. To go any further would be madness, but his gaze still strayed to the tables laden with food and drink. Just one sip from a hunger potion and he could go even longer, push past all limits in a final, wonderful climax. But, just then, his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Finny and Heskill.

 

  He had all but forgotten about them. Romance, especially faked romance, no longer interested Wilhelm. Why pretend, why lie to oneself or another? Wilhelm could have anything without such tricks now. Whatever soft, weak pleasures the two engaged in, the silver fox ignored them entirely, focused as he was on more intense things. Now that the orgy wound down, even the seemingly insatiable otter mercenary looked tired, his lover no longer making much noise past the bat's dick.

 

  Finny was taking her time with the badger, and now the noble lord was utterly naked.  His belly stained with semen and sauce. For an older male, he looked rather well, especially after enjoying the company of the far more energetic rat. In spite of her dress becoming a tattered, ruined thing clinging to her shoulders and around her chest, Finny looked pristine. She was in control, and that surprised Wilhelm. He had expected the albino rodent's mind to cave in to lust by now. Instead, she led the badger up to a table, grabbed a cup, and poured him a drink. Heskill muttered his thanks, looking over the carnage of the night through hazy eyes.

 

  It would not do to shout his congratulations, but Finny deserved nothing less. In a single night, she had her husband-to-be wrapped around her paw, a useless, drug-addled creature to cater to her whims. If her goals included killing the badger, it would be a plan worthy of Wilhelm himself.

 

  And, thinking of killing, the vulpine shivered. Would he do it? Could he do it? He thought he had loved Irra once. But, then, he told himself as his eyelids grew heavy.  He once said the same about Sibada. Oh, Sibada, what would she say if she saw him now? He could just imagine...

 

VVV

 

            Wilhelm awoke with a whine, his leg kicking out in pain.  The fox had overdone things spectacularly the night before, and his guts bloomed with an ache that would make a lesser male weep. But, he had felt these pains before. Sometime in the night, he had the stupid idea to let a male mount him.  From the feeling at his tail-hole, the lucky lover must have been the bat. Wilhelm looked around, saw the boy sprawled out on the floor nearby, and nodded. Wilhelm could forgive the bat's devotion to pleasure. Theoren lay atop that one, his prick still deep between the bat's buttocks.

 

  “Alright... alright...” the silver fox shook his head, clearing away the cobwebs while he struggled up to his feet.

 

  His gut swayed before him, fat and full.  Most of his feast still busily gurgling away. The drugs had worn off by now but a hangover loomed over Wilhelm's head, ready to come down and crush his vulpine skull. But, at least for the moment, it was tolerable.

 

  There were more pressing matters that needed attention. Lord Wilhelm smiled to himself. His pets down in the dungeon were overdue for a visit, and the queasy sickness, the twinges of pain that filled his abdomen.  The exhaustion and lethargy that only a diet of drugs and food could bring about.  Those feelings re-lit Wilhelm's libido, and his thoughts instantly wandered to the beached ball of a fox sprawled upon the floor of his dungeon.  Popping him would make his poor belly feel so much better!

 

  He sluggishly stepped around passed-out guests, broken plates, and half-eaten food. Lady Versi, it would seem, had grabbed all of the leftovers she could after Wilhelm passed out, but the pheasant could only finish so much. Her bare, bruised, beautifully lumpy belly stirred with every shallow breath.  Stomach rising from the long shelf of her belly like a curled cat nestled between overfilled molting tits. Each one bigger than Versi's head. The bird snored lightly.  One long feathered arm draped around a stallion friend of Foma's, the other around Foma himself.  The naked mouse's lips were firmly locked onto one of the birds stiffened nipples and he suckled from the wide thick nub like a newborn pup. It was a tender scene, if one could ignore the streaks of cum, crumbs of pie, and bits of sauce that coated the three unconscious lovers. These were a mother and her children resting peacefully. These were rutting beasts so exhausted by their myriad sins that sleep had overtaken them.

 

  He let Versi rest and waddled towards the ballrooms ornate double doors. Wilhelm was more interested in Irra at the moment. The bear, it turned out, had somehow managed to drag herself over to the bedroom. It was truly impressive how much weight the ursine could bear. Wilhelm was certain Irra's hips would dislocate long before she managed to heave herself onto the bed without a dozen servants hoisting up her constantly shifting womb. And yet, there she was, lying atop her own enormous orb, groaning softly, her pussy lips still squirting seed from punished nether lips.

 

  “I see the cum-bag. But where's the scumbag that filled you, mmm?” Wilhelm asked with a chuckle.

 

  There would be no answer. Whatever stupid moral itch she had developed all of a sudden had not deprived the bear of her sadomasochistic streak or her vast appetite. The pregnant noble would be out for many, many more hours, and not even a slap on her gut could wake her. Not that this fact stopped Wilhelm's paw.  He swung his open palm at the wriggling surface as hard as he could. Watching the taut, fur-less thing shift even more as dozens of her brood began to panic inside the fat bear's stretched womb.

 

  The bears arms and legs dangled limply like bloated sausage links as the compressed ball of flesh she laid upon rocked and warped.  Limbs pressing out dangerously far and sliding in every direction.  Leaving new splotches of purple that Wilhelm couldn't help but add to.  His arms cart wheeled, striking her belly here and there.  Irra didn't even flinch, but her brood was in a frenzy now.  Her womb a boiling cauldron of motion that Wilhelm tenderly embraced. 

 

  “I could almost forgive you, you know," he whispered lovingly to the thrashing mass with a nuzzle of his cheek against the hot surface. "You are my most brilliant work. I swear, I can see a map of the world in your stretch-marks and veins.” the vulpine sighed heavily.  Tracing the network of slithering blue and jagged red that marred most of the paper thin surface. “But, Versi is right. You have to go. Now, where did those ferrets you stole away from me get off to?”

 

  The search took a while. Room after room turned up empty. Here and there, he saw a knocked-over vase or a suspicious stain on the carpet. Wilhelm interrogated the few servants he found cleaning, and eventually had a good idea of where Mek and Pytha went. Before the fox even waddled into the dungeon he knew they had broken in. The only question that remained was how much they saw and what they did.

 

  Wilhelm snarled and punched the stone wall the moment he entered. His inner sanctum was defiled! The smell of gore permeated the place. The vulpine he so happily held captive lay splayed upon his torture device, guts spilled over the floor. There was cum smeared over the dead male's mouth and from what little was not washed in Lofen's blood, Wilhelm could tell he went out having a wonderful time.  Spewing enough jizz to drench the far wall. Gritting his teeth, the silver fox went to where Werma once sat.

 

  The wooden throne no longer held the bird. For a heartbeat, Wilhelm wondered if in their drunk madness, the idiotic ferrets let her go. The cowbird would sing such things to the authorities as would make their blood freeze! But, the broken thing now lay behind her chair, feathers stained with amniotic fluid.  Her eggs a mess of broken shells. Someone had squeezed her too hard, and the cowbird's skin simply broke, unleashing everything she had held in. Werma's face was forever stuck between shock and orgasmic bliss. Wilhelm growled with frustration. He wanted to see that, to feel her mass between his legs before she went all the over the floor! He stalked forward, claws flexing. He could kill Pytha and her husband before they took him out, but already, he found himself hoping they were unconscious and at his mercy.

 

  Fortune was on the fox's side. The ferrets lay in a heap against an old, dusty rack. The night, it seemed, went quite well for them. Both sported guts stuffed to their limit. Pytha's even beginning to show a few red lines. There would be no acrobatics for the two for a while. Or, Lord Wilhelm decided, ever.

 

  “Up you go, you worthless fuck...” Wilhelm hissed, scooping the bloated male ferret up under his armpits.

 

  Mek's firm round bowl of a belly pressed into his much bigger bloat and the fox actually whimpered from the pain.  His gut still dangerously bruised and tender from the night before.  Wilhelm was glad no one was able to hear that pathetic sound and snarled as Mek tried to wriggle free of his grasp, but the glutted ferret was too limp and out of it to do much more than flop on the rack while the silver fox bound his hands and foot paws. Satisfied that the most important victim was secure, he looked over Pytha. She did not deserve the throne. And, like her mate, she was a nuisance to be dealt with, not a masterpiece to be displayed. Eventually, he settled on chaining her to a support pillar, leaving her sprawled on the cold floor where she belonged.

 

  “And now, for some breakfast.”

 

  The thought of food made his innards tense up with nausea. But, he had to eat and drink if he had any hope of passing his drugged dinner with fewer consequences. Plus, as much as he hesitated to admit it, the fox didn't want the anguish he felt pulsating through his body to end.  More, always more.

 

  In the end, he grabbed a large cast iron pot of soggy bread mixed with a thin stew from the kitchen. It was all he could lift in his condition, and all he could stomach to eat. No doubt, it was meant as stuffing. But, now, it would serve as simple snack for him and a punishment for the ferrets.

 

  As he lugged the thing to the dungeon, struggling not to spill any of it while keeping it away from his sensitive gut, he ran across Finny. At first, he did not even recognize the rat. He remembered last night, just before his mind completely failed him, he saw her as the same skinny rodent as before. Now, totally naked, she lounged on one of the hallway's couches. Heskill lay nearby, drooling a little from the corner of his mouth, no doubt sleeping off the feast she made him eat. Her own belly, Wilhelm noticed, was tight and round, more like a miniature of his own painfully stuffed middle. However, the shape of it suggested a lot more cum went in than food. The albino rat's womb practically sloshed as she breathed.

 

  “Good to see you're up, my lord.” she gave him a buck-toothed grin and a small nod. “As you can see," she said with a bashful blush. "Heskill and I decided to have a child. Or, at least, to fill me up with enough badger seed to start five litters. With a little persuasion he accepted my decision to delay any birth that may come. He was absolutely head over heels with your wife, you know... and he can't wait to see me turn into a gigantic, eternally pregnant orb, too.”  Her hands caressing and carousing across the white furred cum bubble her navel jutted proudly from like a small pink volcano.

 

  Wilhelm rested the pot on the floor and took a moment to sit beside Finny.  Lowering himself down slowly onto the couch by her toned white legs so that his sensitive food baby wouldn't crash into his knees.  The fox sloshed like an ocean and felt his meal crashing against the walls of his stomach.  An oddly pleasurable sensation that made the wolf smile.

 

  “Wonderful my dear, simply wonderful!  I will make the necessary preparations. But, you should let that-” he said with a pointed finger at her cum-bloated belly. “-cook a little. Remember, Heskill is not as virile as some males you knew. He will need to cum a lot more to fill you up properly, even if he can produce enough juice to round you out."

 

  The fox reached out a tentative hand and placed his palm upon  the side of her full term swell.  Finny simply clicked her teeth together and made happy squeaks.  Her own hand reaching out to rub at his own.  They sat there i silence for a moment.  The bunny letting claw tipped fingers rake across the ripped and torn skin.  Her palm pressing in the thumb sized nub of his outie just enough to set the fox's bushy silver tail into an energetic wag.  Wilhelm returned the favor.  Darting his thumb around and into the shallow divot of her own navel.  Gripping the thin layer of skin that still gave to his grasping fingers.  Testing her ripeness as one might an apple or melon at the market.  There was still room for more seed, and her fur was just beginning to show signs of thinning.  Finny hadn't even reached her full potential yet.

 

  "How long did you hump him for, anyway? You wouldn't want his heart giving out from the stress.”

 

  “Oh, I've been gentle. He slept plenty after the orgy. It's been some time, and we've made love some more while waiting for you to wake up. Heskill insisted, hehehe!  He wants to thank you personally for 'the finest maid anyone has ever seen'. He surprised me. I thought for sure he would be a vile pervert like---------well, it just worked out well for me. So, thank you.”

 

  Wilhelm wondered if she was about to name him or the skunk brothers.  His paw slowing to a stop upon Finny's cum bubble belly.  The fox chuckled mirthlessly and Finny could feel his claws beginning to prick against the skin.

 

  “Tell Lord Heskill he need not worry about expressing his gratitude. I will see you, and him, at the next party.” the fox said.  Lifting his hand from Finny's soft snowy pelt and rocking himself onto unsteady legs.  "Unf -hurp! But, for now... leave. I expect Versi will be making everyone go as soon as she wakes. She doesn't like lingerers and with so many guests, well, one or two might wander off and disappear. That would be unfortunate.”

 

  “So, you are still...” it surprised him how much Finny's expression hurt. 

 

  “Yes.” he snarled with a grin.  Daring her to say anything more.

           

  Finny sighed.  Nodding her head with a sad smile.  The rat had made her deal with the devil. She would have to live with Wilhelm's desires and what she knew about the fox fulfilling them.

 

  “I'll gather my things and call for the carriage.  I hope you... have a good day, my lord.”

 

  Lord Wilhelm just nodded and went on his way with the large, heavy pot thrust out and away from his bobbing grape colored oval. The cooks will need to prepare more, he thought. A single bucket wont be nearly enough.

 

VVV

 

          Pytha came to just as Wilhelm began turning the wheel. Though at first groggy, the pregnant ferret's eyes quickly widened once she saw her husband stretched out upon a torture device.  Whimpering at the ceiling. She cast her eyes about, looking for their victims.

 

  “They're gone, if that's what your looking for.  I clean my dungeon very thoroughly between play sessions.” the silver fox assured her.  His eyes flashing evilly in the dim light.

 

  “Lord Wilhelm... we didn't mean to... I mean, that is, we were drunk, and more than a little... horny... and...” the round-bellied ferret looked guilty.  Even appropriately remorseful, but that no longer mattered to Wilhelm.

 

  “If you let us go, we won't say anything!”

 

  “I have no doubt of that. But -----the two of you caught my eye last night and spoiled all the fun i had planned for my toys. So you two will replace them.”

 

  “Agh. What's happening'? What is...where...” Mek blinked rapidly.  The discomfort in his limbs increasing.

 

  Wilhelm ceased turning the rack's wheel just as he heard the Mek's joints begin to creak.  Long before the well-endowed male's ligaments would begin tearing. Spread out before him, spherical tan coated belly on display, Mek seemed much less regretful than his wife.

 

  “You... you fucking monster! I demand you let us go immediately!” he spat.  Glaring at Wilhelm with indignation.

 

  “Or what? Tell me...” the fox smirked.

 

  Wilhelm ran a paw over the ferret's stuffed stomach, his palm gently pressing over the dome.  There was still a softness to the watermelon sized protrusion.  The fur had only parted slightly around the ferrets puckered navel and Wilhelm couldn't resist thrusting a claw tipped finger into that flushed divot of flesh. Mek still had plenty of stretch left in him. And, while the farmer's curses and threats poured out of his mouth, the male's genitals had other opinions.  All it took was Wilhelm's tough to send the ferrets cock thrusting upwards into his underbelly. He had watched the ferret humping his wife, and now, that same fat dick was rising, obeying Wilhelm's gentle caresses.

 

  “It would seem the aphrodisiacs haven't quite worn off yet. Or, could it be all that drugged meat I forced down your throat while you were unconscious?” Lord Wilhelm turned to look down at Pytha. “What do you think my dear?”

 

  Pytha sobbed miserably, shaking her head.  The pregnant ferret rocked back and forth, her belly rolling across the floor with every motion.  Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were unnaturally bright for someone who should have been in the grip of the worst hangover of her life. The pregnant weasel's belly rose and fell quicker now, her breaths turning ragged.

 

  "Please -sob - don't hurt us." On the rack, her husband's tirade turned to gasping and pleading.

 

  “Oh gods, just - just let her go! You can have me, I'll do anything! Just please-please let her go!” Mek's dick bobbed about while his struggles to escape the rack renewed, but no matter what he tried the metal bands refused to budge.  The fox smiled down at Mek and moved his questing hand down the ferrets softly furred underbelly until fingers found his maleness.  Stroking the veiny rod firmly, slowly, although this new pleasure did nothing to ease the ferret's panic.

 

  “She will be spared ------- for now.” the silver fox said softly.  His paw beginning to speed up on the ferret's member. “Instead of worrying about your wife, why don't you enjoy yourself? Focus on the blissful edge of completion, and hover right there. Let the drugs take you over. Then, perhaps, I will be kind.”

 

  Mek denied him for a while.  His forehead beading with sweat, trying to shrink away from the fox's pawing. When he broke, it was spectacular. Pre-cum spitting up onto Wilhelm's paw,  The male ferret began to plead for release of a different sort.  The drugged food churning in his guts had finally claimed him.  The stuffed ferret slurred his syllables into an unrecognizable word salad of lust.

 

  "Hungryshfoodneedfoodfuckshgonafuckyoushsogood ----"

 

  Mek rolled his head and began thrusting his hips into Wilhelm's clenched hand.  Urging him to continue his milking.  The fox draped his free hand across the shelf of his gut and laughed.  Squeezing down on the ferrets shaft.

 

  “Good boy, that's what i wanted to hear. Your marriage will end on a happy note. That much I can assure you.” Wilhelm said, a grin stretching his cheeks.

 

  Wilhelm released the ferret from his grasp and worked quickly.  Bending over with a grunt, legs spread wide to allow that bruised egg of pain to dip low between them while he rummaged for something on the floor.  When he pushed himself back up with a trembling arm, careful to keep his cresting girth from hitting the rack, Wilhelm held a funnel in his hands.  Positioning the tube just above his prey's food stained lips.

 

  "Now be a good little pig and say aaaaahhhhhh."  The silver monster parted his jaws as he spoke.  Letting his long pink tongue flop out like a roll of tape.  Mek blinked through the drug fueled haze and copied his master.  Letting his mouth fall open just enough for Wilhelm to violently shove the rubber tube down Mek's throat. The ferret could not spit it out. Bound upon the rack, Mek scratched his teeth upon the metal.  Too disoriented to do much more. The poor ferret actually felt the hose jab into his stomach, but then Wilhelm poured the first bucket in, and suddenly Mek was focused on other matters.

 

  Wilhelm bent forward, his face uncomfortably close to Mek's.  “If you drink, I'll give you release!” Wilhelm snarled, spittle hitting the ferret's cheek.

 

  Mek felt his captor's hand wrap around his throbbing dick once again and obediently swallowed every slimy bucketful the fox offered up. His gut soon radiated agony, and yet he kept drinking.  The belly before him becoming rounder, pinker, tighter.  Less a part of him with every passing second. Even when it swelled past his knees, burying the ferret's maleness and driving Wilhelm's hand away, Mek kept gulping down this unappetizing mixture. Wilhelm wondered if the ferret could taste the vile stuff rushing into him. But, then, even if he could, the only other option the bound creature had now was drowning. Drink and die, or refuse to drink and die. It was no choice at all.

 

  “Ohhhh... gawwwds... Mek... you're... huge!” Pytha panted up at her husband.  She seemed calmer than before, her tear stained cheeks beginning to dry.

 

  Pytha was a lady after Wilhelm's own heart. She watched her husband's shiny, ever-expanding belly with a hungry, conflicted look. Wilhelm had counted on a reaction like this when he invited them, and it was wonderful to once again have his instincts proven right. The fox's own lust rose up in spite of the ugly, stabbing stomachache that radiated from his core. Or, more likely because of it, Wilhelm admitted at last. The nauseous fox turned towards Pytha and let loose a vicious, jaw snapping snarl that made the pregnant ferret flinch.  His belly swaying sluggishly like the spar of a sailing ship once his sore, dainty foot paws shuffled to a stop.  From the side Pytha could see just how far out his gut extended, and she found her hands reaching down towards her own bump with a lustful squeak.  Drawing her knees up to cradle its underside.

 

  “Would you like me to keep going?” the vulpine asked Pytha.  His smile full of teeth and menace.

 

  There was a pause.  The ferret's brain trying to formulate words.  She looked up at the fox.  Her eyes darting from his silver tinted purple egg to the round brown ball grumbling with digestive unease atop her husband's waist.  Pytha licked ruby lips and griped her belly in a full body hug. Inner thighs becoming damper and damper.

 

  “Yes!” Pytha squealed up at her captor.  "Make him bigger than you, bigger than me!"

 

  The glutted, swaying beast's smile only widened.  Displaying an unhinged happiness that Pytha found herself sharing.  Wilhelm went back to his feeding, and Mek's fate was sealed. Once every bucket of soup churned within his prey, Wilhelm fetched a large cup, and began filling it with wine. The fox's hand would dig bellow Mek's rigid bulb and paw the swelling ferret's length as long as the cup had some liquid left in it. Then, he would cease, watch the male squirm and whimper as he filled the cup again. It took a long time to get him close to splitting open. Pytha's husband had a wonderfully stretchy gut, and it grew, hide thinning and innards churning.  Reddening with the effort of containing everything Wilhelm poured into it. Mek's mind was well and truly gone. When Wilhelm finally removed his funnel, the ferret belched and gurgled.  A dark froth forming on his lips.  Blood, wine, bile, and crumbs of soggy bread came up, even as he tried to swallow them down.

 

  “More... please... don't... urrrgh...bwooorp... blurgh... don't stop!” the ferret looked delirious.

 

  It was a good thing Wilhelm intended to end him. Mek's body could not take any more stress.  Whether from the bubbling hell within him, the rack his limbs were pulled upon, or the drugs making his heart beat faster than any drum. The ferret's grotesque, purplish orb towered over him and shivered like some sick slug.  Veins pulsing over its surface with urgency, as if to make up for all the beats his heart would now never get. Mostly hidden by that gut, and just as taut and desperate, the ferret's maleness was slick not with sweat but with other fluids entirely. Mek had climaxed, though apparently nowhere near enough.

 

  “Watch what happens next, Pytha. Your husband is about to blow his load. And his gut...” Wilhelm growled under his breath.

 

  It was slow at first.  A tearing that could be seen along his stretch marks.  Threads of flesh coming apart, splitting in tiny rents from the lowest point of his belly. Mek barely even made a noise.  Too busy cumming his brains out to even notice his undoing. The ferret's eyes did cast down, bulging and blinking in shock, when his overfilled innards poked out at last.  Splitting him all at once from groin to chest. Mek's guts sloshed mightily, bloated up so much they could no longer function. Even if he was not about to meet his end, Mek was finished.  In a few hours, his insides would have simply given up within him. There was a moment in which the still-climaxing creature shivered on the rack, panting hard, shaking his head and trying to moan. And then, Wilhelm saw those fat coils of entrails spill out onto the floor.

 

  Pytha squealed where she sat. Seeing her husband's stomach hit the floor and pop open as if it were a paper box filled with water.  Instantly sending the gravid widow into a shocked panic.  While she enjoyed the other two pops, and even found herself aroused by this one as it progressed, it was her mate. The pregnant ferret whimpered and threw up, though to her credit, she ceased her retching once Wilhelm glared at her.

 

  “I do not want you adding to this mess.” the black-furred demon hissed.  "Not yet at least."

 

  Even bloated, with a paw over his own belly, Lord Wilhelm could be a threatening figure indeed, his beautiful silver fur shining with tiny points of light, his eyes just as cold and soulless as the abyss.   He knelt by her side.  The fox's belly swaying down until it pressed into the cool dungeon floor and squealed like a stuck pig.  Its plum purple surface contorting just enough for Pytha to make out the slithering organs pulsating bellow.

 

  Pytha wept and pleaded, but Wilhelm didn't care.  His fingers darted about the ferret's quad sized sphere.  Drawing complex patterns onto her thin furred flesh.  With each symbol the power that kept her pregnancies from advancing was striped away. There were no layers of protection, nothing to lessen the burden or manage the pains of growth once his work was finished. It was fast, cheap magic. And it dissolved under the silver fox's spell like a piece of ice in a furnace.

 

  “Oh gods... you can't... I have too many... I never intended... to birth...and Mek, oh, poor Mek...” the ferret squirmed in discomfort while her womb lurched out violently. Flattening the ferrets crimson outie into a slight bump on her much shinier pelt. 

 

  “Don't worry. I'll make sure you endure longer than your mate. But first, you must stop lying to yourself.  You wanted to see him burst apart, did you not?  I bet you fantasized about enduring the same fate too.  Yearning for that push into oblivion."

 

  It took a while, but eventually, Pytha nodded. The pleasure bubbling within her and the dangerous, yet attractive male kneeling by her side, kissing her belly just as her husband once did... the ferret could only deny her own perversion for so long.

 

  Pytha made a fine replacement for Werma. In a matter of days she swelled with young and fat.  Quickly reaching the dead bird's size, and then quickly rushing past it. In what he suspected was some desperate bid to save herself the swelling ferret showered him with praise and promised she would help him with any new prisoners. She might have had luxurious, dark brown fur and a good figure made even better by the tremendous expansion of her middle, but Wilhelm did not care to keep her long. In fact, he decided, she would be the last of his victims in the dungeon, and his next to last in the house.

 

  It was time to move on. Lady Versi whispered many of Irra's indiscretions into the fox's ear.  No doubt trying to stoke the flames of dissatisfaction he already harbored towards the bear. Wilhelm did not care one bit that she 'stole' food from the stores or even slept around. It stung, but they were not saints. Other offenses weighed on him more heavily though.

 

  The ursine's lips were no longer sealed. Irra spread rumors about her husband, and Wilhelm did not like any neighbors or servants thinking he was a murderer from the desert with access to dark magics and evil demons. Not when he planned to live and swell as a noble for many, many years to come. The good life agreed with him and anything that threatened that, including his once-favorite lover, needed to be destroyed. Even if the egg-sack pheasant was lying about every third thing, it was enough.

 

  As for Versi's trustworthiness and attitude, it seemed to match his far, far better. The avian's bloodthirsty tales, fantasy or truth, reminded him of his own exploits. Lady Versi was an experienced cannibal. And, more importantly, she cared nothing for either herself or the fox. At least when it came to pain and pleasure. One night she nearly gutted him entirely by slamming a heavy, clawed foot into his middle while he lay there, worshiping the great dome of her belly. Lady Irra had done nothing but scream, her terrified expression lacking any hint of blood lust. Wilhelm, meanwhile, just laughed.  Digging his claws into the egg-sack and shoving with all his might until the pheasant fell back, groaning and begging him to fuck her. When she burst, he knew Lady Versi would be perfect, and before that happened, she would serve him well.

 

  “Your husband is dead. You loved him, or at least it seemed you did. Do you miss him?” he asked one evening, the enormous belly with limbs riding atop his dick and overfilled gut stopping mid-thrust, Pytha's face just barely cresting the horizon of the red, hairless sphere.

 

  “M-master?”

 

  “You heard what I asked.” the fox replied with a breathless, raspy tone. “Do you miss Mek?”

 

  It was no surprise it took her a while to think.  There was not much thought left within the bloated ferret anymore. Pytha's head was filled with lust, and all her memories sat somewhere in the background.  Squished up against her survival instincts and the compressive force of a womb that filled the majority of her chest cavity. Wilhelm waited patiently for an answer. Taking advantage of this pregnant pause to wrap his arms around the rounded, red slashed sides of Pytha's bulbous baby tube.  The fox's claw tipped hands pressed deeply into that thinning pelt and jostled her overworked womb about.  Slowly humping into her.  Watching the dark, almost black line marring her squashed sphere twitch from left to right and back again like a pendulum.  Her hide staying together purely through the power of healing salves and luck. And even those were running out, Wilhelm noted.  Watching a bead of sweat near her navel spontaneously turn a reddish color before sliding down onto his chest.

 

  “I... I thought I loved him... but... it was always about pleasure... and now, I see... I see I can have so much more pleasure. I feel young, and beautiful, and... and fuuuulllll!” her words slowly morphed into an orgasmic groan.

 

  It made sense. Wilhelm now realized his own marriage was merely convenience and pleasure wound together, and that should have made him sad. After all, romantic songs and stories had once filled the silver fox's head when he was a young boy. Caught in the cruel grasp of Sibada and her band.  He dreamed of the rat bandit's double d breasts and firm round ass.  Wishing she would fall in love with him.  That had all been beaten out of Wilhelm, and only the ghostly, fleeting feeling remained now.

 

  “Mmmmmmm yes, pleasure!  That's what we should seek in this life my pet.  So lets keep fucking and feeding and growing.  Lets keep chasing that pleasure ------."

 

  Pytha's eyes opened, dull and unseeing, but she nodded. The afterglow mixing strangely with aphrodisiacs and pregnancy. Wilhelm maneuvered the semi-conscious ferret's crushing weight by rocking the four feet of compressed girth erupting from his relatively thin waist until he could roll Pytha off of him without hurting her fragile belly.

 

  Mek flopped onto her side with a room shaking thud.  The impact bouncing her belly off the floor slightly like a child's ball.  So packed with babies and food that the faintly undulating red streaked tank defied gravity's power.

 

  “Please... I want to feel moooore ... like Werma ... like Mek....”

 

  Forceful gulps broke up her words.  The ferret's head bobbing forward, cheeks puffing with bile that was quickly forced back.  The impact had set her babies into a frenzy, and the thrashing against Pytha's overfilled stomach threatened to lower her calorie count.  Legs and arms rubbed what they could. sliding over the damp, hot , cratered moon in gentle swirls.

 

  Wilhelm sat up with a grunt and looked over at the ball of ripped and rippling flesh that blocked Pytha from view.  Watching the purple swirl that her belly button had become dance about its flattened peak with a hungry lick of the lips.  She had just said everything he needed to hear.

 

  Like her husband, Pytha was a stretchy, remarkably resilient victim. Wilhelm took his time, assuring her every day that the climactic finale approached. She could see it, if she bothered looking. The movements within her womb no longer resembled idle kicks but the beginnings of birth. The drugged food inside her no longer added any weight, because what she already carried demanded so much just to continue existing. Her fat rump, tits, sides, and gut would tear her apart all on their own. Her belly wobbled and rippled every time Wilhelm ran his paw over it, the amniotic fluid and kits packed so tightly her skin was thinner than a soap bubble at her stretch marks. She was past due, in a number of ways.

 

  He timed Pytha's progress perfectly to the day before that momentous occasion of Irra's destruction. The ferret would be his little firework for Lady Versi. A twisted romantic gesture that amused Wilhelm.  It was the closest he would probably ever come to such things. 

 

  Wilhelm ordered Pytha to be separated from Irra early that morning with a stern expression.  Supervising the finely dressed servants who rushed into the room with a commanding bark in his voice.  Waddling about with a commanding air. Making sure they lifted her thin membrane onto the gilded palanquin that carried her from the room with the greatest of care. Irra, as oblivious as any of his victims, idly wondered what Versi did to deserve the silver fox's banishment, but those thoughts were quickly scattered once Wilhelm rolled the bear onto her back, spread her tree trunk legs and penetrated Irra's pink pettles.  Irra wheezed and moaned.  Her belly towering high above her and spreading to the sides.  A hot, scarred, vein littered painting of red and blues and deep purple that separated Wilhelm from his prey.  Lord Wilhelm smiled.  Thin, muscled arms wrapping around those bulging flanks, pulling his breakfast filled bubble against the underside of Irra's raw red belly with a trembling howl of the sweetest pain.  Relishing the way his red striped girth barely dented under the pressure.  In that moment they were just two immovable objects fighting each other for space, and that turned him on even more. 

 

  He Sped up the pace of his fucking, sending the mighty planet into a sluggishly undulating motion that resembled a swaying buoy upon ocean waves.  The thump of huge, agitated babies against his constantly anguished gut and gritted his teeth through the blows. Irra was powerless to stop him now.  To heavy, too weak.  She was only capable of laying there.  Always gasping, nearly airless.  Her body betraying Irra one tiny step at a time. Fat was no substitute for muscle, and his wife had reached a point few of his victims ever reached before their demise. Total helplessness. She and the ferret were so alike in that regard. That made Pytha perfect for his needs. A miniature ursine for him to practice on before the main event.  An appetizer for Wilhelm and his new obsession.

 

  Versi was placed in an empty bedroom down the hall from Wilhelm's dungeon, and the most troublesome obstacle he faced that day was transport for his toy.  Wilhelm solved that by rebuilding his torture rack into a sort of bed-cart. The silver fox was no carpenter, but the result was sturdy and easily kept Pytha from rolling about, or worse, off, while he wheeled her down the candle lit hall. Bound just like her husband had been, but considerably, beautifully larger.  The weasel complained of aching limbs and a stabbing ache that rocked through Pytha's guts every time she breathed. Not being able to wrap herself around her gut to ease the discomfort of stretching skin, crushed lungs, and overworked innards was terrible torture, Wilhelm was sure, but to hear the drug-addled Pytha, the worst of it was not being able to reach climax simply by moving a fattened thigh or running a claw through a groove in the stretched-to-oblivion hide of her belly.

 

  “Do not worry. Today is the day, Pytha. Do you know what's coming... you're about to birth!” the vulpine whispered seductively.  Leaning in close to the fever-flushed face of his captive.  Licking his lips hungrily as he spoke. “Though, perhaps another word would be better. After all, you wouldn't want to give up mating merely to deliver some kits, eh?”

 

  The ferret shook her head in response, the words on her lips replaced by an incoherent wheeze.

 

  “And of course, we cannot forget your mouth, can we? No, no. Your appetites must all be sated! There won't be another chance!”

 

  He had something special planned for Irra. Pytha would receive a barrel of sausages linked together.  A pale imitation of the cannibalistic treat he intended for the second great love of his life. Still, for authenticity's sake, and his own amusement, the sausage mixture contained bits of preserved Mek and Werma.

 

  “Almost there, Pytha.” he growled.  Nodding forward, past the immensity of her belly, to the gloom beyond the hallway.

 

  Versi's temporary quarters were almost as bare as the dungeon. The pheasant knew everything, and like him, needed no luxuries to enjoy what was about to happen. Only privacy mattered. A plain linen bed, crushed beneath the egg-sack, creaked with the avian's slow movements.  Her eyes locking onto the ferret's middle the moment Wilhelm carted Pytha in.

 

  “What a delightful contraption you have her bound to.” the bird chuckled.  Clapping her winged hands with a breathless giggle. “I wonder if it's strong enough to hold the bear...”

 

  Wilhelm just rolled his eyes and pulled on a rope. The cart-rack's wooden gears turned with a complaining whine, but the sound that emerged from Pytha was far worse. Slow, rattling, it was the sort of breath a creature drew in before an excruciating scream. But, to the bloated ferret's sickened mind, there was no more difference between climax and agony. Feeling her limbs forcibly spread more by the rack only made Pytha wetter.  Her enormous round thighs stained with wetness. Her breast-meat, leaking milk in rivers, wobbled as she panted. 

           

  “Mistress... master... oh gods...” Pytha grit her teeth.  Frothy drool beginning to force itself past her plump lips.

 

  “Yes. You can feel it, cant you?  The pressure, the strain.  They're coming now.  All you have to do is part those pretty lips and swallow.”

 

  She heard the silver fox's command and obeyed.  Slurping up the first of those offered sausages like a never ending length of noodle.  Her throat bulging with every swallow. Wilhelm was her monster.  The only one to give her what she truly desired. Now, with the wet rumbling sounds coming her body, Pytha approached a truly monumental climax, or so she thought. At any moment her lord's cock would pierce her depths. Or, perhaps, that noble bird's beak could give her some relief...

           

  The ferret's eyes widened comically, the sausage links dangling from her mouth slapping around as she threw back her head and sucked them out of the barrel beside her rack. Wilhelm stood there watching her slurp, snort and gag.  Legs spread far apart by his now almost quadruplet sized globe.  Pytha hadn't been the only one swelling over the past month, and only a great deal of personal restraint had kept him from growing bigger.  In his hands Wilhelm held a thick length of polished wood. Some kind of club or giant pestle.  Smooth enough not to hurt the well-fucked pussy of his captive, but wide enough to block any chance her young had of leaving by ordinary means. Not that there was much the muscles surrounding her womb could do at this point anyways, but the fox wanted to make sure, and have fun doing it.

 

  Pytha shook her head and whined at the ceiling as the contractions built up and her stomach swelled. Sweat and blood and other, less savory fluids sprayed from her as she rode the wooden phallus with ever increasing desperation. The ferret's heart nearly split in her chest from that pounding punishment.  The fattened weasel's hands clenching while her clawed toes curled. The huge weight of her womb, moved about by the quaking of her lust, traveled only slightly downwards.  Too rigid and overfilled to move. The farmer's wife was finished.

 

 

  “Gggglllllrrrrblrbluuurrb”

 

  She sucked in the sausages with manic speed. Judging from the feral look in her eyes, the ferret either wished to speed herself along or free her mouth.

 

  Wilhelm thought long about the sort of end he wanted for his pregnant wife. He knew the sort of evil he could do with magic, alchemy, or simply his paw. But, it felt most natural to simply... let things end. With a grunt of effort, he drove the club in deeper. Fluids rushed down the length of polished wood and Versi gave a choked cry of excitement.  Her wing-arms spread, welcoming the ferret's destruction with a mad grin.

 

  Finally Pytha finished her snack ----mostly.  The last of those sausage links protruded from between Pytha's lips, and she sucked on it like a dick.  No longer even pretending her stomach could hold so much food when her body was so close to the end of all limits. Her stomach contorted suddenly.  A violent contraction that warped the surface into a series of lumps and bulges.  It was too much.  Her womb burst within.  The tear spreading down her vagina and up, to the apex of her belly. The delicate flesh ripped with a series of loud, gelatinous snaps.  Her bosoms heaving with each one. Noises, halfway between an interrupted croak and a breathless sigh of relief, stuttered from her.  The ferret's expression turning from desperation to confusion. Wilhelm saw the moment her pleasure reached its ultimate peak and simply hovered.

 

  Pytha's knees tried to bend, her elbows tensed uselessly on the rack.  All that amniotic fluid and babies flooded the rest of her chest cavity.  Rounding the ferret's belly into a wobbling bubble that sloshed like an angry sea and turned a deep black at her bleeding stretch marks.  All those rips across her belly became one, and her skin simply stretched over the shattered womb as it disintegrated. She shuddered at the loss of her precious, pleasure-filled womb, mouthful of sausage still between her pursed lips, and the rest of her innards spilled, her stomach dislodged by the weight of her last, cannibalistic meal. The look of disappointment on her face as death claimed her made Wilhelm shudder, too. She only wanted more even as more fished her insides from her with its weight! If Irra would die this way, the fox thought, it would serve her well!  The young within squirmed, alive and well, if coated in gore. She was still pregnant in a way, even now that life had left her the ferret's round orb sloshed and rolled with frantic kicks. Her breasts showered the macabre girth with milk.  The creamy white mixing with rivulets of red.

 

  Versi clapped her feathered hands, clucking happily at the horrible end she just witnessed.  Wilhelm bowed as low as he dared, more of a slight bend at the waist.  His tail begining to wag eagerly once Versi motioned for him to mount her.  The fox tottered up to Versi. His own belly weighted him down, and the hard work of destroying Pytha had winded him, but the silver fox had to obey. Nothing less than more suffering and pleasure could satisfy Wilhelm's lust.  Especially now, with the afterglow of Pytha's destruction tingling in his loins. He thrust his tender, rigid red gut forward.  Forcing his belly against her massive swell until new bruises began to form.  With a teary eyed grunt Wilhelm just barely managed to slip his dick inside and nearly wept with frustration.  Whining with the ache of having his inflated innards compressed.

 

  “Y-yes-come on-yessss! FuckmetilIburst!” the pheasant weakly spat at the ceiling.

 

  Eventually, the moment passed. Without help Wilhelm's stamina was only so great, and the intense, sadomasochistic love-making drained much from them. With a reluctant groan Wilhelm slid his punished gut out from beneath that egg heavy tank and rolled to his foot paws.  He had to take care of the mess he made before it spread the smell of death and lust over his whole house.

 

  Versi dragged herself to the still, lifeless orb stretched out upon the rack and began her own work.  The bird knew a thing or two about secrecy and care. The mother ferret's meat, laden with lard and sweetened by her final exertions, was easy to butcher and set to chill in the dungeon. The waste could rest there too. No one would look for Pytha, after all. Her children, it turned out, could simply be abandoned in the nearest town square. The journey of a few hours on foot with a wheelbarrow was well worth the creation of a grand mystery. Within the week, orphanages for several miles would have spread out the kits so much not one of those children could ever guess where they came from. No chance of an angry mob's noose or the paws of the law wrapping around Wilhelm's neck.

 

  Which was exactly how he wanted it. The fox had far more important things to do than surrender to a well-deserved punishment. That could come later, after he had all the fun he would ever have...

 

VVV

 

  The final party was more modest as far as orgies went. Wilhelm did not want too many witnesses, especially if they were likely to grow a conscience. But, there were some guests that the fox simply could not do without. They would be the actors in Irra's tragic ending, whether they knew it or not.

 

  Foma was blissfully unaware. The small rodent staggered in, belly slightly rounded and already bubbling with beer. He accepted Wilhelm's questing fingers upon its surface with a grateful wink. After his time with lady Versi the mouse believed himself safe.  No longer showing the slightest bit of hesitation. He waddled into the ball room and reclined between the bear and bird.  Rubbing their bellies and smothering himself in the pheasant's tit-meat. The noble ladies encouraged him. Irra, because she wanted a good fuck, and Versi because she knew what Foma's end would be.

 

  Finny and Heskill attended. Just as Wilhelm hoped, the badger only had eyes for his albino rat mistress. Their constant love-making had bloated the beautiful former servant up.  The glow of pregnancy generously spreading fat to thighs, rump, and breasts. Finny's belly had already passed the first six months of development already, in spite of Wilhelm's magic. The white-furred rodent looked at him with pride as she rode her badger on a plush silk covered couch.  Shoving her white belly into the eager male's kisses. Finny would be the 'innocent bystander' along with her mate.  She needed only a pinch of the stuff Wilhelm poured into Foma's drink. Just enough to make Finny a little less cautious in her love-making, and that brought a little smile to the fox noble's face. If she wasnt careful her nipples would be very sore in the morning, as would Heskill's lap!

 

  Laura was invited because the party needed a destructive influence. With only a little encouragement, the fat lynx abandoned her clothes and leaned against Irra's belly as if it were just an over-sized pillow on the couch. Since the last party her body had acquired a few more stretch-marks, much rounder ass cheeks and breasts that were as big as her head, but her belly bore the brunt of the damage.  She must have been pregnant by now.  Her belly button had already been forced outwards, and the whole mass already looked tight before the feasting even began. She had barely slowed down on feasting and fucking. If anything, having fewer partners to choose from made the fat cat greedier. Having a buck and wolf from the nearby village both shoving into her snatch within the first hour of the party was a good sign that when the time came, Laura would perform perfectly.

 

  Wilhelm made sure to offer Laura's new friends plenty of food and drink.  Even going so far as to drag a hookah in from another room to tempt them deeper into a drug-addled, horny haze. Yuvil the buck and Jakob the wolf had a tough time ahead, and they needed all the chemical stimulation they could get. Licking that huge bosom clean and plowing her to a climax would take a while...

 

  “Come here, Foma...”

 

  Wilhelm approached the mouse.  Arms open, robe falling away, showing off his fuller figure for the rodent.

 

  “Come give me some love!”

 

  That was Versi's signal. The pheasant began to help Irra with her meal.  Heaping food into the overfed ursine's maw, all the while going on about the mouse's stamina and excellent looks. If the egg-filled bird words were to be believed, Foma was the greatest lover to ever live. And, ever so subtly, Versi hinted at other, more terrible temptations the rodent could offer.

 

  “Just look at how Wilhelm kisses him... little mousy looks so delicious... don't you think?”

 

  The fox smirked when his ears picked up that stray bit of conversation. With her favorite foods smeared with Wilhelm's entire stash of alchemical tricks and treats, the bear stood no chance against the mesmeric influence to Versi's words. Growing more needy and restless as her eyes drifted between Finny and Heskill, Laura and her boys, and the slow, lustful dance of her husband and the well-endowed farm mouse. Lady Irra chewed her lip, toes clenching with the rippling of her brood and the squelching of her sex.

 

  There was much potential in Foma. Wilhelm could almost imagine himself completely alone with the boy.  Their tongues entwined, his paw on their length.  Plump bellies rubbing against each other, grown taut from a meal. But, the mouse knew his limits, and while the fox's middle had been vast and frightening before the party even started, Foma's remained sadly small.  Little more than a potbelly. The mouse would not get another chance to prove himself worthy. Once before was enough. Now, Wilhelm had only one task for the mouse.

 

  Wilhelm glanced at his wife. The brown-furred bear's head swayed.  Her expression growing slack-jawed. Perhaps there was a little too much opium in her gut. At least, the silver fox thought, she looked properly stuffed. Pytha had done well.  Feeding the dazed bear until her immense size took up the greater portion of the couch.  That pregnant sphere of hers now deformed into a dark, oblong shape. Elongated by the too-full, still-filling stomach that struggled to win some space from her womb. Just like Pytha, the noble ursine was close to delivering her young. Or, at least, splitting from tits to cunt like the lesser accomplice she proved to be.

 

  “Suck me off, and then you can have Irra.” Wilhelm snarled, the chill in his eyes hidden by the eager lust in his voice. “And make sure to cradle my belly, or I'll have your... ooof! Head!”

 

  “The boys are taking their time, Irra. Maybe, we should... ask Laura to share hers?” the pheasant whispered to her soon-to-be victim.

 

  The lynx parted with her lovers reluctantly. Dragging herself to Versi and Irra's couch where the food was plentiful and, even if it was a tight squeeze with two other massive ladies there, Laura enjoyed herself immensely. Yuvil, the stag, had a talented tongue and put it to good use on the bear's deeply buried pussy.  The added danger of having his rack of antlers pressing against her enormous belly made Irra whimper and groan for more.

 

  Lady Versi was quieter about her appreciation for the wolf's fellatio, but draped her wing-arms over Irra and the lynx, pressing them even closer to her egg-sack of a middle.

 

  Wilhelm watched through half-lidded eyes as Irra's belly grew another shade darker.  The bruising was too pronounced. No healing salve or magic spell could save her now. The unraveling of Irra's navel began soundlessly. It was a relief for her. One moment the bear was puffing past clenched teeth.  Trying to keep her trembling, heavy belly from being impaled by the enthusiastically licking stag. And the next, her taut hide felt much, much less so. The oblong pillar wobbling just a few inches bigger.  Cracking stretch marks released droplets of blood that started to crown the buck's head.  Wilhelm thought he was the only one to notice, but then he saw Finny.  The rat seemed shocked by the events unfolding upon that central couch.  Her pounding ass cheeks and pendulous belly slowing to a crawl as her focus left and the creeping dread grew.

 

  Foma's efforts to pleasure Wilhelm were nothing special, but the way Irra looked at them and quaked in bliss, it was only a matter of time before that drugged, hungry glare brought him sweet release. A mere appetizer for the climaxes to come, as far as Wilhelm was concerned. The mouse spat up cum, wiping his mouth as he stumbled away. A wiser, more sober male would have looked up at Wilhelm and saw the demonic look on his face. Instead, the rodent's lustful eyes were focused entirely on the bear.

 

  “Let me help you with her...” the fox growled with false sweetness.

 

  Wilhelm shoved the mouse forward, gripping his shoulders tight. Pressing the front of his oval orb into the small of Mek's back.  It was less guiding and more puppet-work.  Steering the increasingly disoriented boy to the massively pregnant, about-to-pop ursine. Ignoring the surprised gasp from the stag and Irra's incoherent mumbling, Wilhelm roughly pushed Foma into her belly.

 

  Yuvil withdrew, pawing himself as he watched the noble and the farm boy. To everyone, it seemed that Wilhelm was enthusiastically helping Foma hump Lady Irra's belly.  Jostling the weighty thing with their thrusts, and that much was true. But, what the silver fox was doing was slowly hoisting the horny youth up onto his long, sloping gut.  Pushing his belly upwards, back popping and straining just as much as his innards under the weight of the mouse who straddled it.  Mek scampered from his foxy perch up onto the bear's tortured swell, adding to Irra's troubles by leaning on the bloated womb as he pushed.

 

  Foma was his first instrument in the bear's destruction, and he played his part well, if a bit clumsily. As far as the horny boy was concerned, being closer to Irra's breasts was worth the discomfort of being shoved about by Wilhelm. He wriggled across the bear's beautifully full, taut belly until his lips found a stiffened nipple. While Foma suckled and humped the top of her slowly shifting baby sack, Jakob took Yuvil's place between Irra's thighs. Versi encouraging the wolf with promises of a proper, hard fucking once the bear was satisfied. It was a bit of improvisation, but with Yuvil looking on in awe and envy at the mouse making love to Irra's mountain-sized gut, he was useless.

 

  “You want to hump her tits? I'll bet you're just dieing to sink into that cleavage and give those beautiful lips of hers a peck.” Wilhelm urged the mouse on. “Give her breasts a good coat of cum, come onnn!”

 

  Foma's weight did not break Irra's belly open, even when he pushed himself upright and began to bounce atop her stomach slightly.  Moaning whorishly into her mouth.  His arms wrapped around the bear's massive tits while he clumsily thrust away at her jiggling, milk-spewing tits. Irra was delirious, barely noticing the mouse or his frenzied humping. If it were not for the appetites driving her forward, she would have begged the pleasure and the pain to stop long ago. Simply rubbing his gut against the flank of Irra's seven-foot long pregnancy made Wilhelm tremble with anticipation. Irra's middle lurched into him.  Something within her was tearing just enough to let the hide stretch a little more.

 

  “Looks like the big mama bear is hungry, little mouse!” said the silver fox with an evil laugh.

 

  Versi, no matter what pleasures she enjoyed, listened to her vulpine lover intently. Moving with surprising speed for a fat, all-but-immobile egg-sack, the pheasant clapped her hand into the back of Irra's head while she was kissing Foma. The ursine, already barely breathing with the suffering of her too-lengthy pregnancy savagely heaving about, opened her mouth wide, taking a deep gasp of surprise. Wilhelm seized that opportunity and gave Foma's rump a push that sent the mouse's head crashing to the back of her throat. Their kiss had became something more.

 

  While the ursine panicked, lard-packed paws flailing, Wilhelm kneed her flank. Blood and amniotic fluid instantly staining his leg, but Wilhelm wasted no time looking at the damage. He gripped the back of Foma's neck, squeezed with enough strength to hear a muffled cry of pain from the mouse, and slid more of the boy's snout into Irra's maw.

 

  “Goodness, she's got a good grip on you! Guess you should just let the lady do what she wants!” the fox chuckled, turning to his audience with a shrug.

 

  Irra realized what her husband wanted. And, even as dim as her mind grew, the bear understood that if she did not unblock her throat soon, the breath she held in her lungs would be her last. Like a python devouring its prey, the bear's jaws worked over the mouse's neck, then his shoulders. After a few more powerful swallows Foma's arms were pinned to his sides.  The mouse left Completely helpless, his face bombarded by belched-up-air and drugged bliss as it neared her overloaded stomach. Eventually Foma came, and came again.  His balls emptying all over Irra's throat. With sad squeaks and unnatural 'glorps', his butt stuck out of the bear's mouth, legs kicking feebly into the air. Sinking lower, lower still. The whole room watched in shock and drug-enhanced desire until only the rodent's twitching, naked tail remained outside her.  Irra looked ready to pass out. She'd devoured larger meals than him, of course, but never on a full stomach, in the middle of an orgy, while her womb thrummed with unearthly agony and bliss!

 

  “She... she ate him... whole!” Laura exclaimed. “What a trick! I wonder how he's doing in there?”

 

  “Oh, he's doing wonderfully.” Wilhelm said, giving the fat lynx a wink. “A real fighter. I can feel him wriggling around in there already!” 

 

  Wilhelm pressed the side of his straining oval against the towering length of meat threatening to swallow Irra.  Nuzzling his cheek into the paper thin surface.  Letting his hands roam all over the gouged, bruised skin in search of Mek's limbs.  His kicks were much more forceful than the horde of babies compressed between her stomach and the floor.  Irra slurped up the mouse's tail, something like peristalsis rippling its way from her gullet down to the bear's massive gut. The noises that accompanied that last swallow reminded the silver fox of the sounds sin worms made before they burst from their victims. There was loud gurgling, a muffled slithering, wet squelches of movement, and the unmistakable vibrations of soft tissues ripping from blows to a creature's innards. Foma was more desperate to survive than Wilhelm expected. Irra's belly shuddered and bubbled with movement.  A thrashing, slowly reddening bag filled with water that stimulated his lust even more. Now this was bliss! Others could have their dicks sucked, but nothing beat the oncoming destruction of a magnificent belly!

 

  “And now, I think a little dessert is in order.” Lord Wilhelm announced.

 

  Irra blinked, trying to process what he said. She was so full already, but surely she could hold more if her husband thought so? Wilhelm laughed at the naive, downright innocent look on the bear's face. This was a partner who had helped him destroy an entire city, that abused her servants and willfully ignored all laws for her pleasure.  She had no right looking so pathetically weak and submissive!

 

  Jakob barely even noticed anything happening.  The lupine was too focused on licking the bear's pussy.  Sound didn't travel far beneath that vast, crushing weight, and he was not experienced enough to know the taste of a doomed creature, and even if he could deduce that what he lapped up had more to do with birthing pains and strained-to-death organs than orgasm, his own lust would have kept him right there.  Palms on her thighs as they spread wider. In all the excitement, the stag came with enough force to drench his belly and chest with cum.  He sat back with a tired sigh, vacantly staring at the commotion clearly visible inside Lady Irra. Heskill noticed that there was some kind of commotion, but he was too distracted by Finny to be of any use.

 

  Only the rat truly knew what was happening, and she was either driven by fear or buried lust to continue milking her badger lord like nothing was wrong.

           

  “Anyone else?” Wilhelm asked, looking over the others with a grin. “She's got plenty of room if you want to join Foma! Come on, before she coughs him up! How about just a blow-job, then?”

 

  Versi looked ready to applaud him. The egg-filled pheasant's beak opened in a wordless cry of triumph. She flapped her wing arms against the sides of her gut and let loose a delighted caw.  "That's amazing Irra!  You simply must show me how to perform this little trick of yours."

 

    Laura, still insatiable and heavier than all the other guests combined, answered Wilhelm's call. She nudged at Irra's belly with her hands, totally oblivious to the sickly color and rippling, shivering tightness of it. The assorted fluids slowly dripping down its vast surface meant nothing to the cat. She simply enjoyed Irra's size and imagined herself just as big!

 

  “How... how about I have a go at her mouth? I bet a big gal like her would want a taste of me before passing out!” Laura giggled.

 

  Wilhelm decided not to correct the overweight feline. Passing out or passing on, Irra's pleasure would only grow from this point on. She had no choice, swollen and broken as she was, but to give in and strive for some grand release. Already, the fox saw that much in her eyes.

 

  “I hope you have the strength and agility to pull it off, dear.” Versi said with an amused cluck.  Pushing herself away from Irra.

 

  “Me? Strength, agility? Hah! Why do i need any of that when there's all these handsome boys to help me! Lord Wilhelm, won't assist me on my journey to your wife's summit? You too, Yuvil, Jakob! I'll need plenty of muscle...” the lynx panted, shuffling off the couch.  She waddled up to Irra's squirming planetoid with her long hanging breasts and four feet of strained belly leading the way.

 

  After the punishment his tender food tank had suffered helping Foma, the fox had hoped to avoid this. Surely, two strong males would be enough to lift the sack of lard up to thrust her fat pussy lips at the ursine's mouth? He looked down at his own middle. It would hurt for it to be jostled about and pushed on by the weight of that fat lynx's ass, but Laura was the finishing stroke, and he could not very well stop now!

 

  Hoisting the heavy lynx's ass up in the air was a terrible labor. Irra watched through half-closed eyes, pleading with sad little noises and whispers while she tried to adjust her position on the couch to accommodate the feline. She did an admirable job, practically shoving her huge womb under Laura's body as the three males shoved the fat cat forward with their arms and Wilhelm's abused fecundity.

 

  The thrashing and kicking within Irra increased the moment Laura's full weight hit her gut. With Foma's pathetic, half-suffocated struggling and the bear's young seeking more room she was in unbearable agony now.  Irra could feel her insides pressing against the red streaked belly-hide.  A burning, tingling sensation that made the pregnant noble's lips drawn back in a grimace. Still, when Wilhelm and Laura's boys finally shoved the fat cat's mound onto Irra's face, the bear instantly thrust her tongue inside with a final, anguished cry.  Her eyes filled with perverse need.

 

  “That's it! Lick her clean!  Get that tongue inside!” the silver fox laughed. “And make sure Foma gets some air in there!”

 

  Wilhelm slapped her belly and began grinding his gut against Irra's.  Their herniated, darkly stained navels mashing together like apposing fingers.  The others began to join in. Yuvil roughly massaged Irra's weakening middle, while Jakob simply poked at it with his foot paw. The less support they provided for Laura, the worse the weight upon the ursine grew, and Wilhelm only encouraged it.

 

  “Come on, look at her... she wants more... more abuse... more sex... more food...” he panted. “We've got... oh... all night!”

 

  In truth, Irra did not have all night. The elasticity of her flesh was all but gone. The bear's meaty innards squelched from his thrusts and her tremendous womb ripped from even the lightest blow from her lovers. The slight bouncing of Laura's hips as the bear's tongue licked over her soon brought too much pain for the ursine to endure. Irra kissed the last pair of lips she would ever taste deeply.  Her long tongue thrust deep.  Eyes rolling back milky white.

 

  “Ahh! She's... she's gonna... ooo... she's goood!” the lynx cried out. Her knees squeezing Irra's breasts and ribs in a spasm of bliss.

 

  Laura was the bloated bear's executioner as much as Wilhelm, albeit an unwitting one. Her pleasured cries were accompanied by more rapid bouncing. The cat's huge belly thrusting upwards, toward the ceiling. Then crashing down like a diving whale.  Again and again.   The couch cracked beneath the immense force and the sound of wood breaking beneath Irra's mass made Lady Versi laugh.  She leaned over and joined in the fun.  Giving Irra's middle a swat. Yuvil groaned, climax hitting the stag, his lupine friend soon joining in. There was no point in trying to hold up Laura any longer, so the silver fox stumbled back to watch the catastrophe unfold.

 

  Even with a little crowd pressing into her, Irra was a magnificent sight. Relieved of the fat cat's burden, Wilhelm panted with much less strain.  Trying to paw himself as he willed his wife's belly to finally rip open.

 

  His prayers were answered with only a few shudders of the ursine's body. Irra's legs kicked out.  Her fattened limbs trying to draw up into some useless birthing position. The bear's last scream vibrated through the lard-laden mound between Laura's legs. Within her stomach, Foma's claws finally snagged on the weakened organ's wall. Wilhelm moaned sweetly as the mouse within broke through, only to hit the wriggling, too-taut womb and be wedged between it and the lynx's bulk shivering up above. The bursting of her womb instantly changed the shape of Irra's belly and laura suddenly found herself sliding off the much lumpier, lopsided surface.  About to lose her balance and tumble to the floor. Her two lovers saw, and they quickly shoved the still-climaxing lynx back into place. Her thighs now squeezing Irra's fat cheeks. It was a shame Wilhelm would never see Irra's expression change as the sounds emanating from her slowly breaking body became nastier and louder.

 

  She clenched in orgasm, or perhaps unbearable, too-late contractions. Her womb tore through the bears bulbous purple navel. A single pulsation, and it disintegrated in a flood of wriggling young and a very dead mouse. Laura screamed, the gory pop coating her meaty thighs and backside in glistening amniotic fluid and shreds of bear hide. The deer and wolf panicked, tried to pull back, and slipped in the gore.

 

  Laura fell back into the twitching husk of bear.  Her fat body squeezing the last of Irra's innards out in a disgusting wave. The lynx shrieked, shuddered like a leaf, and passed out. Her lovers, meanwhile, lay dazed on the floor.  Trying to catch their breath to scream in horror.

 

  Finny jumped up off of Heskill's dick and rushed up to Wilhelm.  Her sizable belly bobbing up and down but barely slowing her down.

 

  “No... no...” Wilhelm intoned.

 

  It was an easy task to wipe the cum off his body and fall weeping into the heap of gore to keep anyone from realizing just how much joy this finale brought him.  Finny fell to her knee's beside the grieving fox and reached out a comforting arm.  "My Lord, I --------."  Wilhelm didn't let the rat finish. He snarled at her.  Shouted for the party to disperse between choking sobs, and the small crowd began to disperse. Finny shook her head, but crawled away from the lake of ruined bear with Heskill in tow. Yuvil and Jakob helped Laura off Irra's corpse and shook the feline from her shock.

 

  “Leave, you foul fucks! You wrecked her! My poor wife! She and I were going to...” Wilhelm sobbed.

 

  He played the mourning husband to the hilt. Eventually, through noises he was sure were sincere, he made it clear that as long as everyone kept quiet, he would forgive them, or at least forgo any sort of vengeance. In the end, everyone except Versi left.  Grateful just to be allowed away from the grief-stricken silver fox.

 

  Wilhelm stayed kneeling in the gore, before the bear he once thought the love of his life, surrounded by his weakly yelping kits. And then, a heavy weight plopped next to him.

 

  “I know you aren't finished yet... that appetite is so easy to see in your eyes. And that lust... if you had not warned me about your little performance, I would have thought this was some strange foreplay.” The pheasant chuckled, slowly shuffling her bulk closer, pressing her soft breasts against the vulpine's back. “Why don't you have a taste? See what sort of fine eating your wife makes...”

 

  It was impossible to resist. Simply holding back long enough to seem sad about the bloated bear's passing was a task almost beyond him. He longed to sink his teeth into that enormous breast. To feel Irra's meat sliding down his throat, the taint of her many meals and drugs adding to his own high. Wilhelm didn't respond.  He just fell forward onto his elbows and slurped up that first mouthful of ruined ursine meat.

 

  The fox's belly gurgled.  A painful reminder of how full he was already. Wilhelm snorted, and grabbed a shred of fat-laden muscle. Cramming it into his muzzle with an unhinged snarl. The taste, even raw, was orgasmic. He needed more, so much more! The vulpine's meat-muffled cry's were echoed by a deep, rumbling belch from Versi. The children Irra birthed could wait. They needed more of that noble merchant's carcass.

 

VVV

 

            Part of an Imperial agent's job is knowing when to report things. The babies Agent Benth found in the care of the local orphanages were clearly the offspring of Varkude, every single one stamped with the silver fox's evil. But, they were not criminals, and Benth had no interest in making dozens of lives more difficult by including them in his investigation. Besides, the house he walked through provided plenty of evidence.

 

  Varkude may have imagined himself a mastermind, but he seemed to have grown sloppier since the last time Benth found the demonic vulpine's trail. Many of the estate's rooms were stained with blood, jizz, and other, less savory fluids. The smell of something rotting emanated from the basement, and one glance down into the gloom proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the evil within the silver fox had only grown. Benth recorded the torture devices in his playroom, described in detail the poorly preserved meat left behind by the monster, and carefully noted the number of victims. Or, at least, as many as he dared guess.

 

  “So its Lord Wilhelm now, eh Varkude?  And a married man too” the red fox muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. “She saves you from the gallows and you repay her like that ------------”

 

  Benth had seen Lady Irra, or at least the broken skeleton of the once grand ursine, resting in the main bedroom. Her bones were gnawed clean in a display of unbelievable gluttony. It was enough to make even the Imperial agent cover his mouth.

 

  “He has to have an accomplice. But, the servants have fled... and worse, no one will talk to me...”

 

  Benth tapped his foot on the carpet of the 'party room' and looked around him thoughtfully.  There was no chance the beast would keep his new name. To Varkude, it was never about riches and status. Benth could only guess at the deep-seated, awful perversion that ruled his fellow fox's life.

 

  “I should be looking for the fattest, biggest, the most pregnant.  I dont think he'll ever be far from those.”

 

  How unfortunate that those traits were far more common in the North than they had been in Rakooma!

 

VVV

 

     The cart rolled merrily on its way.  It's well-oiled wheels barely jostling Wilhelm around. Which was, the silver fox thought, an unexpected mercy. To say he had gone too far was an understatement. The pheasant sitting opposite him was still far, far ahead in terms of size.  A veritable mountain of eggs and fat and cum.  The splotchy marks upon it wide and dark, growing fresh stretches already. But, slouching upon the cart's rough straw pillow, Wilhelm's own burden had grown into something quite impressive.  It's shape resembled a ripe summer squash.  His sides flaring out wide and round.  Hiding most of the fox's lower torso from view and stretching the buttons of his oversized white dress shirt to the limit.  It clung to the fox's upper gut like a bib.  Wide diamonds of stretch marked skin bulging through.  Quivering ominously with every sip of air.

 

 A red line had developed down the middle of this bizarre bloat, and from it emerged even more stretch marks.  Their crimson color turning a deeper purple until the entire front of his girth was just bruised flesh and broken blood vessels.  It extended from his body for six feet, tapering as it went.  Sloping down to the herniated bubble that was pressed firmly against Versi's egg sack. The ursine meal gurgling weakly within him was an anchor weighing Wilhelm down like a greedy beast in some old fairy tale.  He was a monster that would sink straight to the bottom of a river if any passing hero took it upon himself to punish him for his evil ways. Though, of course, even stricken with the worst digestive discomfort of his life, Wilhelm would prefer to burst in a glorious, messy spray.

 

  The wonderful, orgasmic feeling of devouring his mate and the new levels of perfection he and Versi had reached kept the silver fox's thoughts upon dark pleasures while the estate he once owned grew more distant by the minute. The fox's hands and foot paws gently held the warped, flesh covered organ that threatened to crush its neighbors.  He was afraid to apply pressure, afraid to rub it, afraid to do anything other than sitting as still as possible.  Trying with all his might to take a deep enough breath to satisfy compressed lungs, and that excited the fox's libido in new and interesting ways. 

 

  The cart that followed behind them was full of things they would need at the pheasant's culinary school, along with whatever treasures the fox and his avian accomplice could take. The four peasants pulling them along were a strong bunch. They were a family of tight-lipped Bull's.  Simple wagon folk, and this was not their first secret trip across the land. As far as the bull's were concerned they're cargo was legal, and it was. Well ---------mostly legal.  The vulpine let out a wheezing chuckle that made his pressurized meat balloon bounce, and up came the bile. Wilhelm clamped a hand over his mouth.  Cheeks bulging.

 

  If one knew nothing about the contents of their guts, Wilhelm and Versi were merely a pair of disgustingly stuffed and fattened nobles. It was not a crime to eat and fuck until one's intestines pressed upon the hide like lengths of coiled rope.  Until stretch marks began to tear and bleed. It was not even a crime to smuggle so many eggs within one's womb.  Even if they no doubt cracked and scratched one upon another from the merest breath.

 

  The other cart, however, held some truly vile stuff.  The jar containing his sin worm was the prize of Wilhelm's collection. The monstrosities had served him well, and with a little care and feeding within a suitable victim, even a half-dead one like that could bring forth an army of its fellows. Insurance or a bit of fun, the fox could not decide. Hells, Wilhelm was almost tempted to swallow the thing himself...

 

  Then there were the wicker baskets filled with food.  Much of it preserved in salt or honey and spiced with legendary quantities of aphrodisiacs, stimulants, and opiates. More esoteric things, like creams and salves intended for healing overstretched skin and granting extra elasticity to flesh clinked against potions that could erase memories or bring wondrous visions. An apothecary would give up their right hand for half of the cart's contents. They would, Wilhelm thought, also lose a hand or a head for having the other half. Many of the things the silver fox kept would be considered vicious poisons, not medicines, purely for their many deleterious side effects.

 

  Wilhelm could not imagine anyone knowing or caring about it. The bulls certainly did not care one bit. Everything in that cart was covered with clothing, bolts of fabric, bags of spices, and more traditionally prepared fare. If anyone wanted to rob them, there was even a couple of conveniently located jewelry boxes stuffed with rings, jeweled necklaces, and other trinkets Irra had been so fond of. They meant nothing to Lady Versi, and Wilhelm's only souvenir from the marriage would be a layer of lard slowly building around his hips and stomach.

 

  He would have to give up the name, too. Just like Varkude, Wilhelm was now too tainted with the past. He smiled wide. Oh, how lovely that past was! But, now was the time to look forward, to lovelier things yet.

 

  “How do I look?” he said, and lightly patted his middle.  Making the buttons clinging on for dear life near the bottom of his shirt give up entirely.  Pinging off the bloated pheasant's belly hard enough to leave fresh bruises.

 

  “Like my favorite dish, darling.” she giggled, then winced.  Trying to reach a wing-arm down to rub that offended patch of the thin membrane separating her eggs from fresh air.

 

  “A vulpine dish ----- that would be ---- something! I would love to --- eat again ----- s-soon!” he sounded out of breath, but at least his words were no longer accompanied by belching or orgasmic whining.

 

  Another meal so soon would probably break him utterly, especially if it was as heavily dosed as Irra had been. But, it would be worth it.

 

  “I could arrange a... special treat for you when we get there. Some of my students lack refinement, but I am sure they have excellent taste. Eating raw is fine, but there is no substitute for... urrrp... good cooking.”

 

  That much, Wilhelm could agree on. Maybe, if he had bothered cooking his wife, he would feel less sick. But, then, the pains he endured were part of the pleasure. Wilhelm could deny that no longer.

 

  “How much further... until we're there?” he asked.

 

  “A day, perhaps two. We should have no trouble.” the meal seemed to agree with Versi more.  The avian sitting up straight breathing hard, but no harder than before.

 

  It occurred to Wilhelm that his lover was more accustomed to this self-abusive life. The eggs drank plenty of extra drugs, the magic in her womb kept her healthier than most, and her fat protected vital areas. Still, she had pushed herself more than Wilhelm. That made the silver fox realize how truly fragile he was growing.  That would need to change.

 

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