Chapter #7A feast fit for a king....or a hungry fox. by: Edwinem   Maria gasped as she stepped into the room, there was enough food to feed an army! Grunyar walked up behind her and smiled. "Dig in!" He said, patting her on the shoulder. She looked at him quizzically. "What about you?" "I have already eaten my share." He said, walking between two of the tables towards a door in the back of the hall. "I will be in there, should the need arise for my assistance just yell!" He then got to the door, turned around and smiled, then went through the door. I could have sworn he winked at me. Maria thought, blushing slightly. Grunyar was growing on her and she (a little more than she admitted) was growing fond of his personality. But she soon brushed that thought aside and instead focused on what was at hand: food.
Maria thought about what table to start on first, then finally decided to go for the sweets. Her belly grumbled loudly as she approached. "I know, I know." She said, quickly grabbing a big slice of cake. Her mouth exploded with flavor and she immediately grabbed more sweets, stuffing them into her mouth, her butt doing a slight dance that made her tail go from side to side. She loved this food, and she didn't want to stop eating.
After twenty minutes of engorging herself on sweets, Maria was still going, hungry as ever. Her belly, which by all accounts should be stretched taut and near-to-bursting, had actually become a bit softer, as had the rest of her body. Her ass, still dancing, now jiggled and bounced a bit as she swayed, becoming thicker as time went by. Her hips, voluptuous and full in the first place, had become even fuller, and added a bit more momentum to her "dance." Indeed, these sweets seemed to metabolize very quickly, turning almost-instantly into fat on the orange vixen's frame. She hadn't noticed herself becoming heavier, though; she was only paying attention to her hunger and the sweet, sweet food right in front of her.
Soon enough, she stopped to take a breather, noticing that not only was her armor tight, her belly was pushing up against the table.
She got up and stretched a bit, then tried to reposition herself. She stood now with her belly facing sideways in order to reach the table better, then resumed her feasting.
Her belly grew as fat gathered, smothering the lip of the table mouth with pillowy vixen-flesh; her asscheeks did, as well, now not even needing Maria's swaying motion to send them into a hearty wobble; her hips and thighs were not spared, either, as they too became thicker and fatter.
Her arms had become flabby, jiggling as they grasped whatever surface they could for leverage, and a second chin had begun to develop under her muzzle. Her body, overall, was becoming thicker; she had to have gained 50 pounds since she started eating the honey.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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