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Robin Hood was a famous British Folk tale about a bandit who stole from the rich, and gave to the poor. The only times he wouldn't steal from the rich was when he knew the rich earned it in a rightful and just manner, but such exceptions were rare in his world. There were times when Robin Hood had to travel far to find the riches he was looking for, but once he found a place with riches unjustifiably earned, he set his sights on it.

Currently, the fox known as Robin Hood carried a treasure chest with Little John, the big bear. While Robin Hood carried the chest from the front with his hands behind his back, Little John was behind him with his arms stretched out in front of him. Each carried one handle on the wooden chest. The chest had gold handles, and a key lock, with gold braces on the sides, and bottoms. They had recently ransacked one castle, and they were making off with the riches inside. Both Robin Hood and Little John wore their usual attire. Robin Hood, the anthro fox, wore a green outfit with a green hat, as did Little John, the brown bear anthro. Although Little John's outfit was incredibly small, and exposed his gut and crotch, though there appeared to be nothing between his legs at the moment, as he could hide such things when needed, such as making a getaway.

"I said it before, I'll say it again. That was too easy." Little John commented as the two rushed along the path back to their home. It was a rather sudden comment. Little John figured they were far enough away from the castle now, and safe enough. Their pace slowed little by little until they were just walking. He had waited long enough for their thrill of robbing before he spoke up about it.

"It was definitely easier than most heists we've pulled, but you saw how well fed they all were, didn't you?" Robin Hood replied with a casual smile as he glanced back at Little John. "They were so fat that they could barely chase us in the first place. I swear one guy got stuck in the doorway trying to go after us! If they're so well fed, they're obviously rich. Think of all of the things we passed along the way to grab this chest. There was so much, we'll have to come back for the rest of the goods later." Robin Hood saw all kinds of riches in the castle. While their speed outmatched the various beings in the castle, they could only carry back so much.

"Barely chase after us? I don't think they chased us at all." Little John retorted. He recalled the nameless guards and how shocked he was to find them lustily fucking each other with abandon; still, being the rogues the two were, the fox let the guards fuck each other as while the duo helped themselves to their valuables. They did of course check the chest, and indeed it was treasure, jewels, trinkets, all kinds of goods. At least, that's what it looked like at first glance. "I just kind of heard a groaning 'stop thieves' and that wasn't even a real yell." Little John remembered a huge belch coming from the same guard. The castle they came from itself also reeked of terrible odor. It smelled of both waste, and body odor from multiple animals.

"Ah don't worry about it. If you're paranoid if it's real treasure or not though, we can have it checked out before we distribute it." Robin Hood said with a chuckle. Robin Hood knew treasure when he saw it. He thought to himself that Little John did have a point with how easy it was, but everyone in the castle was indeed just so fat, among other things. In particular, Robin Hood noticed the king was busy getting intimate with another guard, which was why it was so easy to sneak behind them in the first place. He just passed it off as a weird castle with too much free time on their hands. He preferred not to get too much into thought with all of the sex that took place in the castle. Not that he judged based on sexuality, but it was almost one big massive orgy in that castle.

Before Little John could respond, an arrow flew in their direction, and smacked the broadside of the treasure chest, right in the spot where the key for that chest would normally go. Both Robin Hood and Little John stopped right in their tracks. While Little John looked at the lock worriedly, Robin Hood was anything but.

"Looks like someone needs some practice with their aim again." Robin Hood said with a casual, friendly smile. At the same time, his mind raced with who could have shot at them. He had multiple enemies, but he knew it couldn't have been the kingdom they had just stolen from, their guards were simply too fat, too heavy, too slow. There was no way they could have caught up.

"So uh..." Little John had far less of a smile, and more of a frown on his face as he turned from the chest, to Robin Hood. "We should probably drop the treasure and run, right?"

"Oh yes," Robin Hood gave a casual, rapid nod with a grin on his face, "definitely."

Robin Hood and Little John suddenly dropped the large treasure chest and ran, just as a rain of arrows fell onto their position. The two raced away, opposite from the direction of where the arrows were coming from. The duo ran on a light brown dirt beaten path into the distance.

Anthro wolves, with purple hoods and orange shirts chased down Robin Hood and Little John with their bows drawn, and shooting arrows towards the pair. While their aim was quite horrible, they had numbers to back them up. A good ten plus archers fired at the duo. Behind the archers, a much larger fat anthro wolf ran behind them, not quite as fast as the archers, and carrying a short sword which they waved in the air wildly. He had an angry expression on his face, and shouting various obscenities that couldn't be heard from where Robin Hood and Little John were.

"Wonder whose guards those are?" Little John shouted while they ran away from the rush of arrows. One travelled right behind him, inches from his behind, yet he was able to run as fast as the arrow travelled.

"Not that one kingdom, that's for sure, far too thin." Robin Hood remembered that even the guards were flat out obese. It was definitely strange indeed. It couldn't have been Nottingham, he'd been pardoned, and they didn't steal the treasure from there. Regardless, he grabbed the side of a tree trunk with one arm, and then Little John with the other, and very quickly spun 90 degrees around the side of that tree to get into the bushes, and off the path.

The many archers rushed to where Robin Hood was, but then paused when they lost sight of him. They looked around, unable to see much with their hoods that covered their faces well. All they could see was the path, and all kinds of trees and bushes. The sunlight was hard to make out through all of the trees above them. One by one, their black noses raised into the air as they tried to get a whiff of Robin Hood, or Little John. The archers didn't get too much time to look before the infamous Sheriff of Nottingham, the fat anthro wolf with the sword, walked up with his fat gut behind the wolves. He sheathed his sword, and glared at the group of archers angrily.

The Sheriff of Nottingham, while a large wolf creature himself, had lighter gray fur compared to the archer's fur. He wore his typical regal attire, an orange top with pink and purple sleeves, as well as a star badge. While his sword was sheathed, his bare white fangs glistened in what light there was. "What? You lost track of them already?" He slammed his fist down on one of the archer's heads out of pure rage. "Ugh. They dropped their treasure at least. Let's go check it out and bring it back to PJ." He turned around, and walked back towards where Robin Hood and Little John dropped the treasure. The various archers followed the fat, giant, wolf from behind, while the one that had their head smacked followed, but also rubbed the top of their head too.

Robin Hood and Little John had found a bush to hide in, surprisingly big enough to hide even Little John. While their scents were far from masked, the archers had little time to detect their smell before they were pulled away from the Sheriff. Robin Hood and Little John looked out through a small hole and watched the archers, as well as the Sheriff, walk away.

"I guess ol John and the Sheriff got out of prison." Robin Hood said quietly. The last time he saw Prince John, as well as the Sheriff, they were breaking rocks in prison uniforms. There was also Sir Hiss, but Robin Hood never had issues with him. One thing that bothered him though, was how the Sheriff got access to archers. Last he knew, King Richard was still in charge.

Little John had the exact same thought. "And they're up to their old tricks again chasing us, even though we're not even wanted fugitives anymore!" Little John added. "What's King Richard doing? Does he know about all of this?"

"Only one way to find out. We'll get the treasure back later." Robin Hood nudged Little John. "Let's head to the castle." He said, almost loud enough for the archers to hear, but he cared not. He raced off in the direction of the castle, thankfully opposite of where he dropped the treasure.

"Even as a married man, he's still the same old Robin Hood." Little John smirked before he followed Robin Hood off to the castle.

Meanwhile, the archers, as well as the Sheriff, surrounded the treasure chest. While the archers turned their backs to the chest to look around for any signs of Robin Hood, twitching their ears with their bows loaded, the Sheriff easily opened up the chest and found large piles of gold, diamond, trinkets, and plenty of other treasure.

"Hah! This is enough treasure to buy the repairs to the castle, and then some!" The Sheriff said proudly. His fat gut jiggled with him as he laughed. He dug through the piles of gold and jewelry, and he noticed one piece of treasure in particular that stuck out more than the rest. He pulled out a diamond studded belt buckle, and grinned at his tiny reflection off of each of the diamonds. The Sheriff knew far too well that Prince John was incredibly greedy. Sure, the Sheriff got paid, but not nearly as well as he wanted to. "He won't notice if I help myself to one piece." He took off his old belt buckle and threw it aside. His gut lowered just to above his knees without the current belt buckle.

One of the many archers that were guarding the treasure couldn't help but look over at Prince John as he saw the old belt get thrown. While the archer didn't say anything, he curled his lips in disgust before he looked back away.

The Sheriff slipped the new buckle on, and patted his gut happily. As he slipped the belt buckle on, he felt a strange rumbling sensation in his gut and crotch. For his gut, he just assumed it was hunger. He couldn't quite explain the sensations between his legs though. With the new belt buckle on, the Sheriff closed the chest. "Two of you carry the chest, the rest of you be on the lookout for you know who." The Sheriff finished with a big bass belch, though he was quick to dismiss it. "Let's get a move on already."

Two archers put their bows away, and picked up the chest. They walked back towards Nottingham with it, while the other archers stood nearby on watch in all directions. They had been retrained to direct their attention better everywhere, and it showed.

The Sheriff watched them from behind at first, but being as egotistical as he was, he wanted to lead the way. Despite his large belly, he rushed up front of the archers, and led the way. His stomach rumbled loudly again only moments afterwards, and with a grimace on his face from the hunger pangs. He was going to have to grab a bite to eat, but his duty of delivering the treasure to safety was far more important than food. His backside rumbled and groaned as well, but such a thing was only of a minor concern, something he could relieve right then and there. With a casual fart blown into the archer's path, he continued with a smug expression.

As the Sheriff walked with the archers, he had to slow his pace repeatedly. Whether it was because the Sheriff had to fart or belch, he couldn't quite lead nearly as well as he did before with the archers that walked behind him, many of them making disgusted faces behind his back that, whenever the Sheriff thought they were making one, he turned around in time to see that they had just stopped making a look of disgust, and just continued along his way. His blubbery belly also jiggled with more weight, as a pungent odor slowly emerged from his body, making the trip even more unpleasant for the archers behind him.

For the Sheriff, soap was a luxury in his times, and although he had plenty of access to it in the castle, by the time he got back to town, he smelled as if he hadn't bathed in a week, and he looked it too. His fur looked matted, his face slobbery with drool, and an odor leaked from his armpits so strong that it was almost visible underneath his blubbery arms. The Sheriff was also slowly getting an erection between his legs too, and while he felt it, he didn't seem to care about it as it jutted up his skirt.

As the archers, and the Sheriff, crossed into Nottingham, villagers stared at the group. The villagers were often intimidated by the Sheriff, many times they would hide into their houses, barrels, anything that was available nearby. On this particular day however, the villagers noticed something was very off about the Sheriff. The Sheriff's fur was musty, ragged, and downright filthy. There was also an erection between his legs, an obvious one so big that it looked as if it were trying to support his swollen belly that stuck out from his clothes. That cock instead dug right into the excess fat underneath his gut. It wasn't that he had gained a significant weight, he was already fat to begin with, but the extra few pounds he had gained showed.

Many of the villagers, at least the adults, couldn't help but snicker at the sight of what looked like the Sheriff's own cock holding his belly, and doing a very poor job at it. They tried to keep quiet about the jokes, but they couldn't help but show off their grins behind their hands. The children of the village looked confused. Boys were confused about the size, or how his shaft was doing what it was doing, and the girls wondered what it was the Sheriff even had between his legs, with the parents stating they would have to explain it to them later.

The Sheriff ignored the many giggles and chuckles he heard. He simply held his head up high with closed eyes, and a raised tail that let out another burst of gas. The villagers stayed out of his path, and that's what he cared about. He could also imagine just fucking them later. The very lewd thought of having his way with the many villagers made him grin. They had it too easy ever since King Richard was put in charge. He thought to himself that thankfully that matter was taken care of, and soon Prince John would put the villagers back right where they belonged, in prison. Once there, he could easily have his way with whatever villager he wanted.

Meanwhile, Prince John sat in his throne with Sir Hiss nearby, lacking a place to sit himself. Prince John, the thin lion anthro, hadn't changed from prison. He was still lithe, he lacked a mane, and he had a blue robe, but he lacked a crown. He called himself the ruler of Nottingham since King Richard was taken care of, but he wore a constant scowl on his face as he still could not wear a crown on his head. It bothered him deeply, more so that King Richard barely had any gold for Prince John to work with. King Richard had been kind and generous, giving the townsfolk more than enough to get by, while leaving so little for himself, that he couldn't quite repair the castle fire on his own, and while the townsfolk were helping, the process was much slower.

The door to the throne room burst open with the archers carrying the treasure, and the Sheriff right in front of them. His belly looked larger than it had been, and a green aura of stench surrounded him. "Prince *urp* John!" he spoke with pride. "I bring you this loot from a faraway land! May this gift aid you in your quest to rebuild your dear mother's castle, and replenish your funds which are oh so low."

Prince John looked at the treasure with bright eyes, and a happy squeal. His face quickly turned into a scowl when he was reminded of his funds, and the fire. He knew who was to rightfully blame for the fire. Sure, King Richard took care of the structural damage, but the castle was far from aesthetically pleasing with blackened bricks, and unrepaired areas of the castle. King Richard hardly taxed the village, so the castle didn't have quite enough money to cover the damages, and it hadn't for ages. "Of course." Prince John suddenly said with a solemn reply. He stood up, and walked up to the chest. He took out a wooden staff, and smacked the top of the chest. The chest opened up, and revealed the various golden goods inside.

Prince John couldn't contain himself. His emotions changed at the drop of a hat. He was still upset over being reminded of the castle damages, but delighted at all of the gold to refill his pockets. He suddenly laughed happily as he dove down towards the chest, and bent down to help himself to the many riches, but the Sheriff's giant belly got in the way of the chest before he could enjoy himself too much. His head smacked right up against the belly full of lard to remind him the Sheriff was still there. "Ahem." Prince John regained his composure quickly, hiding his disgust at the Sheriff's smell, and size. "It seems you've...put on a bit of weight." The Sheriff was so fat, that John couldn't even see the erect cock between his legs standing right in front of him.

The Sheriff casually shrugged. His belly stuck out enough inches that his top couldn't contain his belly entirely. His big belly was revealed underneath, and the top of his grey furry fat ass slightly stuck out behind him. He cared not that the archers were forced to stare at that huge flabby ass of his. It almost looked as if he were unaware of the breeze between his ass cheeks. "Be that as it may, I have brought you a ton of treasure, a lot of loot, a gallon of gold, a trove of trinkets, all for you, Prince." While he spoke to Prince John, deep down, he could feel that lust grow within him. He still had that erect cock between his legs, and he imagined himself plowing that lion and showing him that John might have been a prince, but the Sheriff was his king. He resisted such urges, if only due to pure respect for Prince John. If he truly wanted to take out his lust, there were others more deserving of a cock in their ass.

Sir Hiss watched from the side of the throne with a slight hiss, not of anger, but of curiosity. He slithered past Prince John, briefly touching his furry legs, and then he saw the back of the treasure chest. Sir Hiss could make out written words in a foreign language. "Sire, there is writing on the back of this treasure, etched in haste." Sir Hiss said aloud. "I believe it's written in...oh, Pythonese. It says whoever wears, spends, or touches anything in this treasure..."

"Silence, you wretched redbelly." Prince John smacked Sir Hiss directly on the head, powerful enough to send Sir Hiss to the ground. He was not in the mood to deal with Sir Hiss's shenanigans. "Now then." He turned his attention to the Sheriff. "I suppose I owe you a cut."

Sir Hiss hit the floor with a loud "Umph." He was quick to recover, and glared up at Prince John frustratingly. He shook his head, and muttered to himself while he read the information on the treasure chest quietly.

The Sheriff ignored Sir Hiss altogether. The snake wasn't even worthy of a fleeting thought of fucking, or being fucked by him. He was simply a worthless snake. He instead paid full attention to John. "Oh, your honorable, charitable, gracious, kind, Prince. I am humbled by your offer." The Sheriff bowed down with a smile on his face. His gut was big enough to touch the floor when he bowed. He knew better than to speak up about how much he wanted, but at the same time, he didn't want to refuse the offer, let alone say he wasn't worthy of anything, or that working for him was all the payment he needed. He was well aware Prince John would have gladly taken him up on the offer of not paying him if he had the opportunity.

Prince John reached into the treasure chest, and he pulled out a single gold coin. He flipped it in the air towards the Sheriff, and watched as it landed directly onto the back of his head. "There you go. Bring me more treasure, and there will be plenty more where that came from." He spoke with a deep voice, and a grimace on his face as he tried to look royal.

The Sheriff reached around the back of his head, but his flabby arms couldn't quite reach the coin. After a good minute's worth of trying to reach the coin with his stubby fingers, he just stood up fully, and let the coin fall to the ground. He turned around, but he couldn't even see the coin with his fat. He stepped back to find the coin, unfortunately he now had a new problem; he couldn't bend down to even grab the coin. He was already fat before, but now he was so fat that his gut rested on the ground and looked like a flat tire when he bent down, while his ass cheeks poked out from his skirt high in the air. He strained to grab that coin, just out of his reach, but the very bottom of his skirt ripped open and revealed more of his ass cheeks. Despite his lard, the Sheriff was surprisingly quick to stand back up fully, although he couldn't reach back behind him to cover his rip. "I ah...thank you sire. You are too kind." He shuffled his way to the exit, facing Prince John. The archers were quick to leave in front of the Sheriff.

As the Sheriff got to the large exit door, he turned around to leave, but as he tried to walk through the door frame, his hips widened just enough to get caught in it. He tried to walk forward casually, but he just couldn't move. It felt as if his own feet were pulled off of the ground. His stomach wobbled, and his ass swayed as he let out a nervous fart. Even expelling gas didn't help him get out sooner. "A little help please, sire?"

Prince John groaned at the Sheriff's display. It was so pathetic, humiliating, and it all came with such an unpleasant odor of unwashed weeks old underwear. Prince John grabbed his staff. He held the pointed end of the staff out, and stuck it right between those partially exposed ass cheeks. "It's called a DIET." Prince John said firmly, and poked his ass hard, inches from his partially exposed asshole.

The Sheriff let out a loud yelp. A poke to the behind was more than enough to get his fat ass going and through the doorway. "Thank you, my Prince!" The Sheriff called out. While he sounded sincere, deep down he was annoyed that Prince John had to resort to THAT to get him free.

"Right, right." Prince John muttered so quietly, that not even Sir Hiss could hear him. With the Sheriff gone, he turned his attention back to the treasure, and grinned. "Mayhap I'll find a new crown in here." He said with a chuckle.

The Sheriff left John, and went back to the town jail. Thankfully, the jail wasn't placed too far from the castle, so it was a short waddle. The Sheriff's erection between his fat thighs continued to press up against his continuously growing belly. On his way to the town jail, his belly continued to grow and swell, as did his ass behind him. Thankfully, the entrance to the town jail was wider than that of the castle doors, so the Sheriff was able to get through, although the top of his mostly bare ass cheeks brushed against the door frame. "Time to check on the prisoners." His outfit began to tear at the seams, but he didn't seem to care as he ripped another fart. He was in his territory now, he didn't care if he was naked. Maybe he used to care, but now he thought otherwise. He also thought he could take five minutes in his private quarters and get some relief for that erection that constantly throbbed against his fat, or maybe he could just get one of the prisoners to aid him. He would have gotten the help of his staff, but there were no guards on duty at the moment.

The Sheriff waddled his way past a hallway to get to his private quarters. Along the way, he had to pass through a set of cell bars, which he had to turn to his side in order to squeeze through. Ever since King Richard was in charge, there have been very few prisoners. Crime was down when taxes went down. There was at least one prisoner however, and the Sheriff paused in front of a wooden door with a small hole with bars in it. "And how are you doing in there?" he asked with a smirk. He couldn't quite press his head to the small hole to get a look inside the cell thanks to his fat, but he could still see most of the cell when he looked from the side.

The interior of the cell was filled with large stone blocks with only a single window with bars too thick for even the frailest person to get through, except perhaps a rat, but there were ball and chains for that. In the cell sat a cat anthro with blonde fur, and yellow hair. He wore a light brown ragged shirt so big that it went down to his knees, and sighed as he looked out the window. His look outside was brief before he heard the Sheriff arrive. His striped yellow and orange tail flickered as he sat back down beside the window. He wasn't chained up like prisoners of the past, he was merely restricted to walking around the cell. King Richard had eliminated most forms of holding prisoners, except with the ball and chain. Wall shackles were gone from most cells. The cat didn't respond to the Sheriff, he merely glared up at him.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before you call our beloved Prince John a cheap miser." The Sheriff mocked. Of course, such a thing would normally never land anyone in prison, but the moment Prince John took over, the Sheriff didn't hesitate to lock people up for whatever reason he could find, whether it was slander, or loitering. He reached down to stroke his cock underneath his fat, but he still couldn't reach it. He grimaced as he stared at the cat. It was incredibly frustrating he couldn't touch himself. He knew he could before, yet it bothered him so deeply that now he was unable to do such a simple task. The Sheriff could feel himself grow more and more aroused with every passing second, something that oddly aroused him, and made him gassy as he unleashed a belch, yet he was so fat he couldn't jerk himself off. The Sheriff looked to the prisoner with a sudden smirk on his face as an idea popped into his head, something he had thought of a few times already. "Perhaps I can make you a deal to reduce the time you're in prison." The Sheriff opened the cell door, and walked through it. At least, he tried to walk through it. His lard got stuck in the doorway. "Gah!" with a tug and deep breath, he pushed himself through the rest of the doorway, unfortunately what was left of his clothing got caught on a nail. His clothes tore open once he forced himself into the cell. The only thing that stayed on his almost naked body was his belt, and his hat.

Vaughn, the cat, stared at the Sheriff's...dilemma. He couldn't help but find it amusing, amusing enough to smile. He knew the Sheriff was quite fat, but he didn't think the Sheriff was THIS fat. In addition, the Sheriff was now almost completely nude, right in front of Vaughn. "Uh..." Vaughn couldn't even make out the Sheriff's cock and balls with how much fat the Sheriff had, although he noticed that the Sheriff's center belly was lifted a bit by something in particular. "What's the offer?" he continued to smile slightly as he stared at the Sheriff. Not that the Sheriff was sexy, but because he was so tubby that it was almost funny, and the way he squeezed through the door was amusing.

"Give me a blowjob." The Sheriff stated, plainly, yet firmly. He put his hands to his fattened hips, and as he did, his entire belly jiggled. "And your sentence will be reduced." He let out a deep belch once he finished speaking, and he couldn't help but scratch his fattened ass, at least as far as his hands could reach. By looks alone, he must have weighed a good 600 pounds, and he was still growing. The belt on his hips seemed to grow with his size. The only thing that stayed the same size was his head, hat, and cock, all of which slowly looked ridiculously small by comparison with his growing blubbery weight. His fat ass ballooned behind him as two large blubbery cheeks, just barely visible from the front side of his body.

Vaughn raised a brow at such an order. He glanced at the doorway behind the Sheriff. Vaughn wasn't chained up to anything. Part of him thought he could just go and make a run for it, but he'd never get around the Sheriff's fat body. Besides, even if he did, the Sheriff might have shouted for the guards to stop him, unknown to Vaughn that there weren't even any guards to begin with. He also thought that, maybe if he gave him a blowjob and tired him out, maybe he'd be too weak, and maybe he could lure him away from the cell door while doing so. "I guess I can." He said, quietly. It felt humiliating, but if the plan worked, he'd get away scot free.

"Good. Because it'd be the gallows for you if you didn't." The Sheriff said with a fart loud enough to make his ass cheeks rumble. "Get to it then!" he sat down on the ground with a huge thud almost enough to shake the large cell. Unfortunately, his fat blocked a lot of the entrance, and he was so huge, that his gut covered up his erection. There was an obvious bulge within the center of his lower gut, but no visible cock and balls when he sat down.

Now he threatens me. Vaughn thought to himself with a mental roll of his eyes, if only because doing the real thing would get him into trouble. He walked over to the Sheriff, and stared at that belly so big that it was on the ground with the Sheriff. "How am I supposed to...uhm..." the Sheriff was simply too fat, so fat there was no way Vaughn was getting to that cock without lifting his gut, and even when Vaughn gently grabbed the gut to try to lift it, he found that he couldn't. The Sheriff was simply too heavy for the cat to lift.

With a grunt, the Sheriff sat down farther onto his inflating fat ass. He could have almost felt the stone floor shake with his weight again, and even more so when he let loose a tremendous fart onto the ground. He looked back at the door, and knew that would get in the way, so he shuffled to the side, and forward, slightly away from the door. Deep down, he thought he should have found a way to restrain Vaughn, but it was a fleeting thought. His lust had been bothering him since he got back into town. He laid down, and put his arms behind his head to expose his furry armpits. "Better?" as he laid down, his gut shifted upwards slightly.

Vaughn couldn't believe that the Sheriff laid down like that, and almost out of the way of the cell entrance, which he just left wide open. Vaughn very much wanted to run now, but one shout from the Sheriff could get him in trouble, and there was no way he could think of to silence him. The Sheriff may have been a fat lard, but he was a fat lard who knew how to stop an animal from running. There was also something about the Sheriff, something Vaughn couldn't quite place, a sort of scent in the air that made him so tempting, and at the same time, so revolting. Vaughn pushed the fat rolls away from the Sheriff's thighs, and then he saw that cock. That averaged sized shaft. The balls were fuzzy and gray, and the cock itself was reddish, but it was human shaped. Vaughn kneeled down, and slowly licked the salty shaft. He could taste the sweat from the Sheriff's fat that got all over it. It was humiliating, but he knew better than to disobey the Sheriff, at least while the Sheriff could still talk, even if mobility itself was questionable. The shaft was moist, and the scent of the Sheriff's musk was strong. Vaughn's nose wrinkled slightly, but he knew better than to stop, lest he be punished.

The Sheriff smiled when he felt his cock touched by Vaughn's rough tongue. His ass, his gut, fat as a whole continued to grow and expand around his body. His belly was so big when he laid down that it was almost pushed up to his head when he was on the ground. His 'moobs' grew as well, he couldn't look straight ahead without seeing them in the lower part of his vision. When he stood, the moobs rested against his gut, but when he laid down, they spread off to his sides. "That's it, right there." The Sheriff's toe paws curled a bit. He couldn't help but squirt a sudden bout of pre cum right onto Vaughn's face. It was with a pressure he couldn't explain. He had felt so horny for so long, and now to get relief was an excitement to his entire body. He still felt a small ways from actually reaching an orgasm though.

Vaughn grimaced as the wolf seed splattered on his face. His cock already tasted so salty and sweaty, the warm seed of the Sheriff's pre just made it worse. He wondered if the Sheriff was too exhausted to shout now, but he had his doubts, especially after a little spurt like that, and nothing else. He doubted the Sheriff was a premature ejaculator and came virtually nothing, as humorous and appropriate as that would have been for the Sheriff. Vaughn failed to realize that the curse the Sheriff had passed onto Vaughn with that small bit of seed that came on his face. Regardless, Vaughn slowly licked the cock again, while a paw followed his tongue. He then slowly wrapped the tip of the human-shaped cock around his maw. He looked up, but rather than the Sheriff's face, all he could see was the Sheriff's lower furry gut. He felt his stomach rumble as a strange sensation hit his gut. He dismissed it as gas, almost confirming that it was gas when his body wanted to belch, but he stifled it, not knowing if the Sheriff was into such things.

The Sheriff reached down, but all his paws could grab onto was his excessive lard. He must have weighed a good 700 pounds, and he kept on growing larger. His two fat ass cheeks sat on the floor while his tail wagged happily. "Oh yes. Take it in, and take it in deep." The Sheriff had wanted this for so long. He could feel his balls quiver in anticipation, and just a twinge from pain from how full they felt. He let out a fart with a look of pure bliss on his face.

Vaughn felt his belly rumble again, and he heard his belly grumble. He slowly moved his lips down that shaft, and his tongue slowly teased the bottom of the shaft. He loathed the salty unwashed taste of the Sheriff's gray shaft, and the warm taste of his seed that stuck on it. The very top of Vaughn's head brushed against the bottom of the Sheriff's fat gut, and his cheeks pushed in deep to feel the Sheriff's fat thighs. Vaughn's own body was slowly pushing out and growing fat as well. He was fairly thin, but his stomach slowly began to bulge and grow, taking a shape much like the Sheriff used to have.

The Sheriff could do little with his massive lard. The belt he had on him, one of the only pieces of clothing left on his otherwise naked furry body, continued to expand with his seemingly unlimited growth. His hat stayed on his head despite moving his head down onto the ground beneath him. Even lying down, his huge gut was beginning to cover his crotch, and his moobs pushed up against his chin. "Don't stop until I reach my orgasm!" The Sheriff commanded in a barking tone, followed by a happy moan. He couldn't see Vaughn beyond the rolls of his fat, he could barely even move with the weight he had on his gut now. The Sheriff couldn't shift his torso, or the fat ass cheeks that were behind him, he could only grow bigger and larger. His arms and legs were growing with fat as well, though it slimmed down before it got to his paws. Those very paws looked stubby compared to the rest of his fattening body. His paw fingers wiggled with eagerness, while his toe paws curled with anticipation. His head wasn't growing fatter, but he was getting rolls of fat chins between his moobs and his face. Three chins alone were visible, and a fourth was growing in.

Vaughn felt that fat gut press against his head while he continued moving his mouth, lips, and tongue up and down the Sheriff's cock. His shoulders felt the fat, blubbery thighs slowly close inward. Vaughn tried to use his hands to push the Sheriff's fat away, though it felt like stopping a slow avalanche. He was unaware that, as his gut and ass grew, his own fat pushed back against the Sheriff's. His ragged clothes were already beginning to stretch, and his belly button was soon exposed to the world, as well as the rest of his fat gut. His cock and balls were still hidden underneath the fat, but with a growing erection; it wasn't that Vaughn enjoyed sucking off the Sheriff, but something was giving him pleasure that was beginning to get hard to ignore.

The Sheriff could feel the intense pulsing pressure in his balls. He still couldn't see Vaughn beyond all of that lard, but he could feel the slick tongue on his erect gray cock. He could feel the humid warmth of Vaughn's breath on his balls. He could even feel Vaughn's fur press up against his fat blubbery thighs. He didn't even think Vaughn was that big. He didn't concern himself with Vaughn's size though, merely the pleasure that his mouth brought. "More!" he shouted with a wolfish grin. His arms tossed at his side, and his legs spread as far as he could for Vaughn. He could feel a rumbling pressure build in his balls, and in his gut.

Vaughn gently bobbed his head up and down when he heard the Sheriff's request. Vaughn could feel his body continue to grow blubbery and heavy underneath the Sheriff's own. His muscles faded into fat. As he pulled his head up the Sheriff's cock, his eyes glanced down at his shoulders to see that they were filling with lard. He could only assume that he was getting fat all over. Vaughn thought this was a curse, the same curse the Sheriff was suffering from, and now it was passed onto him. His heart began to pound heavily. He wasn't sure if he wanted to inform the Sheriff about what was going on or not, let alone if the Sheriff would even care about their literal growing dilemma. If I tell the Sheriff and he wants to stop, then I might never get out too. He added as a mental thought to himself. He decided he had to finish this before he became as fat as the Sheriff. The last thing Vaughn wanted was to be so fat that he struggled to fit through the exit, as the Sheriff struggled to get in to see him. His clothes began to rip at the seams, thankfully staying on. The growing erection between his legs also began to prove a bit of a problem.

After what felt like ages to Vaughn, the Sheriff came a bit of pre again, the Sheriff's cock then twitched and pulsed hard. The Sheriff's arms and legs stiffened by the sides of his excessive weight, and he finally came. His cock pumped a few short bursts of seed, and then it slowly stopped. The amount of cum his cock pumped out was less than that of what a normal person would cum. Despite feeling so aroused, despite having grown so much, his orgasm was that of a normal orgasm he would have had as if he hadn't changed at all. One thing that did change with the Sheriff, was that when the Sheriff's orgasmed, he let out a loud rumbling fart. Had there been any guards nearby, it would have alerted them without any difficulty. The fart was loud enough to shake the prison, and lasted almost three times as long as the Sheriff's orgasm.

The Sheriff panted heavily once he came. His gut was now so large that the sides of his gut rested on the ground with him. He stared upwards at the ceiling, unable to move a muscle thanks to both fat, and after just reaching an orgasm. He opened his mouth, but it was only to breathe deeply. He had finally been satisfied of his sexual lust. There was a look of pure bliss on his wolfish face.

Vaughn wasn't eager to take in the Sheriff's salty seed, he was ready to pull back when the Sheriff orgasmed. Even though he had been licking and sucking that musky unwashed cock, the Sheriff's cum was another thing entirely. He had already tasted his pre, he loathed to taste more of it. His slowly fattening body felt the hot sweat drip from the Sheriff's grey fur. Vaughn could only see fat before him, and taste that cock, and then suddenly that cum. He swallowed that seed with a grimace, thankful the Sheriff's load wasn't as big as the Sheriff's body, and slowly pulled his head free. Vaughn still wore his ragged shirt, but it hugged him extremely tightly now with rips along the armpits. The shirt, once down to his knees, was now up just past his waist, and showed off that human-shaped cock of his own. His shaft still had a burning arousal that he couldn't get rid of. As much as he hated to admit it, while he loathed the time spent with the Sheriff, the idea of getting behind the Sheriff and fucking that huge ass was actually...tempting. He was ready to ask the Sheriff how he performed, and even if he could have a chance at that ass, but at the same time, he was too nervous. Control yourself...ignore that fat...fuck...ass... He thought to himself. He just had to hold out long enough to get out, then he could masturbate all he wanted.

The Sheriff's tongue suddenly flopped out of his mouth as he continued to pant. His dangerous teeth revealed to the world. "So good." he finally managed to speak in a raspy voice, clearly out of breath. He closed his eyes, and not a moment later, the next thing to come out of his maw was the sound of heavy snoring. The Sheriff fell asleep right after his orgasm. He didn't care his cock was wet with saliva and cum; nor did he seem to notice that he had gained so much weight that he couldn't move. It was incredibly hard to see him asleep from the other side of his belly, as his gut was so big that there were boulders smaller than it. Despite his lard, his body continued to rise and fall in timing with his every breath.

Vaughn watched the Sheriff with wide eyes, and a speechless expression. He watched that belly go up and down in time with the Sheriff's breathing. Each time the belly went down, it didn't quite go down all the way though, as if it had just gained a few more pounds by converting the very air around the Sheriff into fat. Vaughn took the time to look at his belly, and his ragged shirt that rode up so high, and hid two rolls of fat underneath. He had no idea what sorcery was behind this, but he wanted to get it undone before it was too late. It was hard to think about escaping when he had growing thoughts of fucking that grey furry ass of the Sheriff's, but he resisted. As Vaughn heard the Sheriff snore, he inched his way out from between the Sheriff's legs. He let the belly of the Sheriff fall where he once was, and cover up the Sheriff's wet cock entirely. Surprisingly, despite having orgasmed, the Sheriff was still hard.

Vaughn started to move beside the Sheriff to sneak out, but he didn't quite account for his fat, so the side of the Sheriff's belly rubbed up against Vaughn's. When he felt that gray fuzzy fat, he stared down at the Sheriff, but continued to inch out. He bit his lower lip as he had a surge of pleasure strong enough to suddenly cause HIM to orgasm, right onto the Sheriff's belly. He stifled a moan as his legs quivered, barely maintaining his balance. He could only pray that the Sheriff didn't hear, or feel Vaughn's warm seed splatter part of that fat, grey gut.

The Sheriff suddenly let out a loud snort. His body stopped moving, and there was a period of silence. He suddenly let out a blaring fart between his legs, a rumbling 'pffrrtt' deep enough to make the Sheriff's belly jiggle heavily. Once the Sheriff's loud fart was done, he went back to his deep slumber, the grin even wider on his face as he smacked his lips.

Vaughn let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't inhale through his nose. The last thing he needed was to smell farts as foul as the Sheriff himself was. Vaughn squeezed through the doorway. His gut gently brushed up against the Sheriff's damp muzzle briefly before Vaughn made it out of the cell. Unfortunately, as he made it out of the cell, his shirt made a loud ripping noise. It tore just below the back of his neck, and it was slowly tearing downward as Vaughn's fat grew. Vaughn froze in place, and turned back to the Sheriff worriedly. He didn't speak a word, he merely mentally prayed. Even though the sound of his shirt was far less than that of the Sheriff's fart, Vaughn's luck hadn't been quite the best lately. What's worse, his cock was still hard after that orgasm, and the thought of fucking that wolf ass was incredibly powerful.

The Sheriff's head merely tilted back as it was briefly pulled along with Vaughn's gut. Luckily, the fat wolf stayed fast asleep. He put his tongue in his mouth to smack his lips a few times again before he stuck that tongue back out with a loud belch. "Mph...yeah...right there Prince John..." he mumbled quietly as his dreams slowly twisted into perversion, like the rest of his mind and body had turned.

Vaughn let out a "Whew." Just as the rest of his shirt tore open. It revealed a fat Vaughn who weighed a good 500 pounds. He had fat man boobs, multiple rolls of fat, and a gut that covered his own crotch with thighs that rubbed up against his balls with every step, and dampened while he walked, as if his body was no longer suited for any sort of exercise at all. He could also feel that seemingly never ending erection between his legs. The thought of fucking the Sheriff and returning the favor of being given a blowjob, so to speak, continued to mentally build within him. Vaughn could feel his cock pulse and swell, and as it rose it brushed up against the bottom of his fat gut. "N-no." he said quietly. He had just orgasmed, but his mind was still his own enough to question how, or why his body was so quick to recover and desire more. He resisted his inhibitions, and waddled away as fast as his blubbery body would take him. His belly bounced with each step. Vaughn eventually made it outside, thankfully unnoticed, and he rushed back home as fast as his huge body could go. With his growing erection, and the thought of that fat gray wolf ass on his mind, Vaughn knew what he was going to do when he got home. He also knew he had to try to warn the townsfolk, but maybe after just one masturbation session...or five.

While the Sheriff was getting fatter, lazier, and gassier, Prince John spent little time before he giggled happily once more, and dug through the treasure. Along with many pieces of gold, he found all sorts of trinkets. Necklaces, bracelets, rings, the lion was ecstatic at the sheer amount of wealth was in that chest. "Finally!" he shouted with a grin on his furry face. He could finally rebuild the parts of the castle that were damaged from the fire. He could rebuild his kingdom and begin to tax the animals for everything they were worth, and earn even more gold besides what was in this chest, which had more gold than the castle had in its treasury.

Prince John tossed gold piece after trinket aside to form a small pile, almost emptying the chest. His eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of a gold crown buried roughly halfway down the chest. The crown glittered from the sunlight in a nearby window and showed off its multiple jewels in a variety of different colors and shapes, diamonds, opals, emeralds, every expensive jewel imaginable encrusted on the gold shining crown. "Oh yes! A new crown worthy of my glorious head." Prince John fit the crown over himself, and glanced at a nearby mirror. He wore the gold crown on top of his frail head, and light blue robes covered his thin body with a light blue shirt underneath. No sign of pants or skirt was underneath his robe, and his tail dragged behind him. "This is absolutely perfect. It fits so much better than the old one ever did, and it shines like the beacon I am!" He reached up with a paw and gently stroked the smooth crown with a shiver of delight.

Sir Hiss recovered from the punch quickly. He had been hit around enough to recover from such blows. Deep down, he was thankful he had no bones too. He knew better than to continuously speak out of line, even if he was worried about what he read on the back of the chest. He slithered to the back of the chest, and read the inscription quietly, and repeatedly, just to make sure he got it right. Even though he was afraid of talking, the writing on the chest surely deserved attention from Prince John. "S-s-s-sire..." Hiss uttered quietly.

"Quiet you mumbling mamba." Prince John shouted without a glance back at Sir Hiss. He tilted the crown forward, and backward in the mirror. "Hm, a pity there is no robe as extravagant as the crown in here. Oh well, at least the crown is as marvelous as me." He held a paw to his puffed up chest proudly. Only moments after Prince John made the heroic pose, his stomach grumbled angrily. John stopped his pose, and glanced down at his frail frame. The rumbling sensation was a strange one, one he had not experienced before. He could only assume it meant one thing. "All of this excitement is making me hungry. I'll eat, THEN I'll plot my famous return, as well as the capture of that...Robin." Prince John walked out of the bedroom, and slammed the door to leave Sir Hiss behind.

Sir Hiss stared at the pile of gold and trinkets that Prince John had tossed so haphazardly out of the chest. He let out a small hiss as he ignored it. Normally, he would have been happy to accept a donation or two, but not this particular treasure chest.

Prince John marched down the hallways of his castle with an angered expression, back hunched, and arms swinging from side to side. He was on a mission, and it was clear he wasn't going to let anyone get in his way. As he walked down the seemingly identical hallways, he passed by multiple guards wearing identical uniforms.

The guards hadn't changed their uniforms, even when they had changed kings briefly. The elephants wore purple hoods with a purple shirt and skirt, as well as purple shoes. Their trunks were decorated with a single purple flag that swung underneath. The flag itself was fairly small compared to the massive trunk. As Prince John passed by the elephants, they held their trunks upwards at an angle for Prince John to cross underneath. The rhinos held onto their spears pointed straight upwards. Their eyes leered, horns up high, and watching for intruders. They wore dark purple hoods, and light purple clothing over their fat guts, as well as purple shorts that puffed at the bottom. There were a seemingly endless number of both elephant and rhino guards along the hallways, each stood attentive, and each rhino saluted Prince John with their free hand.

It looked as if Prince John was walking in a cartoon with looping background with the guards, as well as an occasional open window, and shut wooden doors, all along gray stone walls and stone stairs. Prince John continuously muttered as he walked down the hallways and ignored the guard's salutes, and into the inner workings of the castle where the pantries were located, past the large dining room, and right behind the kitchen.

Prince John paid little attention to the detail of the dining room. The dining room itself wasn't very fancifully designed either. A simple long wooden table with plenty of chairs gathered around it, surrounded by flags on the walls that represented the kingdom the castle was in. The kitchen itself was large with a multitude of ovens, cabinets, and small boxes that kept food cool, not quite fridges though, not in his time. However, many parts of the kitchen weren't used for so long that parts of the kitchen gathered dust. Despite King Richard being quite large, he did not request much of his servants, including light meals. Beyond the kitchen were the servant quarters, as well as the pantry right before the servant quarters. Prince John hated how the pantry was stored near where the servants could get some 'free helpings' but at the same time, at least the servant quarters weren't near the treasury. The pantry itself was built bigger than most houses. Along the stone walls were rows upon rows of food on various shelves. The shelves and food stacked up to the ten foot tall room. Other storage cases not attached to walls lined up the floor as if it were built like a grocery store with giant packages of dry food, and cans of soup and other food, as well as containers of water. There was enough food in the pantry to feed the village ten times over; yet as Prince John was one to hoard gold, he was also one to hoard food. King Richard may have been able to put a huge dent on the treasury, although he hardly made a significant difference in the amount of food that there was.

Prince John was quick to realize something as he got to the front of the open pantry. "No guards in the pantry, HRMPH. What do they think I'm paying them for?" Prince John asked aloud as he walked into the food filled pantry. He grabbed a can off of the shelf and used his lion claw to pry it open. Without even reading the contents of the can, he gulped it down as if it were nothing more than a drink. He was quick to pour it down his mullet, and once emptied, he tossed the empty can away, and gulped it down loudly. After a loud belch, he let out a sigh. "Well, I don't pay them. I allow them to live in the castle, but still." He added as he spoke to himself. "They are lucky that this pantry is still full, otherwise it would have been off with their heads."

Prince John opened can after can of food without reading the label. He also opened up the dry packages of food, regardless of how big the bag was, and grabbed pawful after pawful of dry food. Again, while he ate the dry food, he paid no attention to exactly what it was he ate, just that it was edible, and so it went straight into his maw. He barely let the taste of the food touch his tongue to identify what it was either. It was food, it was filling him up, and that's all he truly cared about. So long as his stomach rumbled, he continued to eat.

Despite whatever direction Prince John tilted his head when he ate the food, the gold crown stayed firmly on his head. It was peculiar, as the crown itself was wider than his head, but not his lion ears. The crown merely bobbed around while Prince John continued to eat. He failed to notice that his gut began to bulge as he continued to stuff himself. His appetite simply was not sated, and Prince John was determined to eat until he was finally full. He let out an occasional belch and fart as he ate, but he cared little for politeness.

Prince John's robe slowly opened up to reveal a growing yellow gut as well as pink underwear boxers underneath. He was quite a frail lion compared to his brother, but as he ate, his size began to fill out much like his brother's own, except that his mane didn't quite fill out, plus he was being filled with more fat than muscle. He just had the small shaggy beard as the rest of him grew in size. He could also feel a stirring sensation between his legs too. His human shaped cock, smaller than average, began to poke up as Prince John gobbled up pound after pound of food from the large pantry. Each pound went directly to his gut.

After some time, Sir Hiss decided to look for Prince John. Knowing the inscription of the chest, Sir Hiss had a few good ideas about where Prince John would be, and while he had a good idea about where he was, it still took Sir Hiss awhile to reach him due to his size, and lack of good mobility. At first, Sir Hiss checked the dining room, and then the kitchen. It was in the kitchen that he heard the deep bass belch that informed him that Prince John could only have been located in the pantry. Sir Hiss slowly slithered into the pantry as Prince John ate. Sir Hiss was learning about speaking out of line, but when Hiss saw Prince John's much larger frame, his eyes widened. The inscription Sir Hiss read was true. "Sire, is that truly you? You look..." he paused. He was hesitant to compare him to his brother when it came to size, but there were few other things he could compare Prince John's growing frame with. "Absolutely...filling."

Prince John froze when he heard Sir Hiss. He had a can in his paw, and he was just in the middle of gulping down what looked like tomato soup based on the redness from inside the can. He tossed the now empty can aside with a scowl on his face. "What did you come down here for, silly serpent?" he asked, with a crass belch afterwards. He turned and exposed a yellow colored fur belly underneath his robe, and underwear that hid a small erection, not quite erect enough to touch the bottom of his expanding belly. He looked as if he weighed a good 250 pounds, if not slightly more. He didn't turn to look at Hiss though. Rather, he turned to gulp down even more food in his lion mouth, right to another shelf.

"You've already called me that before, sire." Hiss raised up his body, but shortly after, he bowed his head. "But, have you seen yourself in a mirror? You look positively different, and not in the best of ways, either." Hiss gripped his orange hat with the back of his tail, and gave it a squeeze. He wanted to help Prince John, but at the same time, without angering him. He thought that, if he beat around the bush, perhaps Prince John wouldn't get as angry.

"What?" Prince John turned again, this time to face Sir Hiss. While his belly was large, he was still able to lean down and leer at Hiss. "How DARE you. Perhaps I may look different on occasion, but in whatever cases I do look different, I can only possibly look even more glorious!" Prince John paused briefly to look down at his belly. He thought that something was indeed different, but he wasn't about to admit that to Sir Hiss.

Hiss nodded his head shakily. So much for not angering him. He thought to himself. He continued to look up at Prince John, and tried to ignore the bulge he noticed between his legs. "Oh yes o-of course sire, but perhaps you could at least look at your own reflection and see that-"

"Silence!" Prince John waved a paw angrily in Hiss's direction, nearly hitting the serpent. "I've heard enough out of you. Unless you plan to stuff my cock in your mouth, get out!" Prince John was getting furious. He had to stop his eating to yell at Sir Hiss, and he was feeling hornier by the minute. If Sir Hiss wasn't going to sate either of his problems, then as far as he was concerned, the snake was useless to him. He wished he could just find another prince to just take into the bedroom and fuck their ass on a pile of gold, perhaps one that looked very much like himself. The thought alone was enough to make him more aroused than he already had been. While Prince John glared angrily at Sir Hiss, he grabbed a can of pears, ripped the top off with his sharp teeth, and dumped the sweet treats into his mouth without hesitation, each cut up pear spent mere moments on his tongue before he swallowed the cut pear without biting into it.

"W-w-what did you say, sire?" Hiss asked confusedly, and quietly. He knew well about the curses the treasures in that chest gave, though he wasn't entirely aware what kind of curses. Sir Hiss assumed it had something to do with massive weight gain, but the sudden desire Prince John had to have his cock sucked was definitely unusual for him, even if he was highly egotistical of himself.

Prince John squeezed the now empty can of pears in his paws before he tossed it aside. As the can rattled in the distance when it hit the ground, Prince John turned his head to Sir Hiss. "You heard me you bumbling boa. Suck me off, or get out." He said with his head held high, and a voice that said he was indifferent to how Sir Hiss would respond. His belly was now slowly getting larger than that his brother had, and that cock between his legs created a tent in his pink boxers, one that prodded at his gut.

Sir Hiss could tell by the look on Prince John's face that he was serious. Hiss still couldn't believe what he said, but that if Hiss didn't do anything, that curse was just going to get worse. He knew that trying to help Prince John would be risking himself, but he had to try to save his dear prince, even at the cost of his own health. He fell quiet, and waited for Prince John to help himself to a sack filled with potatoes before Hiss raised up his body between the potatoes and Prince John. Hiss's eyes began to swirl and turn various shades of blue. "Sire, just look into my eyes, you'll be better soon...think of your dear old mommy." Hiss said soothingly, hypnotically.

Prince John paused in his eating buffet. He slowly raised a paw up to his mouth, and sucked on where his thumb would be located as he thought of mommy. It had been so long since he had heard from mommy. He hoped she approved of his plans to rebuild part of that castle in new and better ways than before. His brief thought of his 'dear old mommy' was long enough for his eyes to become hypnotized by Sir Hiss's own. Prince John's eyes slowly turned various shades of blue with Sir Hiss, and a dumb smile grew on the lion's face. "Mmmmommy." He mumbled sleepily. A quiet fart escaped from his growing ass.

Sir Hiss slowly nodded as he kept eye contact with Prince John. "Your dear old mommy wouldn't want you eating so much. Sit in your throne and relax. Count your money. Do not focus on food or sex." In truth, Sir Hiss was unsure how to break the curse that Prince John had obtained, but so long as he could try to hypnotize him and get him off of the things that encouraged the course, he hoped he could find a cure before things got to the point of where the curse could not be reversed.

Prince John's dumb smile slowly turned into a frown. His stomach rumbled loudly. He opened his maw, and let loose a loud deep belch, loud enough to shake the entire room.

Unfortunately for Sir Hiss, the belch was enough to distract him from hypnotizing Prince John. Hiss turned away from Prince John as the odor of countless food products hit the snake's barely visible nose. Sir Hiss stuck his snake tongue out in disgust. He let loose a slither and a grimace as the tip of his tail covered his face. Prince John's breath smelled absolutely foul; it was a combination of onions, and whatever else he was eating in the pantry. "Oh...oh dear..." Sir Hiss mumbled. He could feel the lion's saliva drip from his face.

Prince John blinked multiple times as he was taken out of that hypnotic state. "No, n-n-no, what did I tell you about hypnotizing me you bamboozling boa!" Prince John took his 'thumb' out of his mouth and grabbed Sir Hiss's neck with that same hand. He promptly tossed Sir Hiss out of the pantry. "Guards, come quickly! Make sure I'm no longer interrupted! No one is allowed into the pantry unless I say so otherwise! This includes stupid slithering snakes!"

The guards were quick to respond to Prince John's request. A sudden charge of rhino's rushed towards the pantry all in a line, all with their weapons pointed forward, and angry glares on each of their face. It was hard to tell them apart from one another.

Sir Hiss barely had time to recover after being tossed out of the pantry before he jumped up in the air at the sight of the many guards. "Be well sire!" Sir Hiss said alarmingly before he slithered away as fast as his body could carry him.

The guards charge froze just at the pantry door. Five guards in total stood in front of the pantry with their backs toward Prince John, and their eyes and short rhino ears at alert. The guards were quick and sudden to act in unison. They had the order to guard the pantry, and that was what they were going to do. One broke their otherwise unison glance around the small hallway to check and make sure Sir Hiss wasn't returning. The guards stood so close together that their sides touched and blocked the doorway completely. Nothing was going to get in, or out, without brushing up against one of them and alerting them to their presence.

Prince John watched from the pantry and how the hallway went from seemingly empty, to fill with guards now guarding the pantry doorway. While the doorway was only wide enough to only need one guard, he very much enjoyed how there were many more guards, if only to make sure he was left undisturbed. He loathed how long it took for the guards to get there, even if it was in actuality extremely quick, but he didn't speak his thoughts aloud. "Perfect." He muttered with a grin. He grabbed another bag of rice, tore it open, and poured the rice down his throat without a second thought. He wasn't going to let Sir Hiss's hypnotizing get the better of him. He was still hungry and horny, and he was going to get that fixed. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the multiple rhino asses, squeezed so firmly together. The only thing that stopped him from giving those asses a squeeze was his massive hunger that he had to sate first.

With Sir Hiss out of the way, Prince John went back to gorging. Cans, bags, whatever container the food or drink was in, he would eat it. He barely tasted the countless salty, sweet, or other flavors touch his tongue before he swallowed. He felt absolutely ravenous. His mouth was only empty for brief periods, and that was to only let out a deep belch. His lion tail also occasionally raised up and let out a bass fart from his fattening ass. He knew there were guards now watching him, but he cared not for their presence. As far as he was concerned, he was in charge, and he could do whatever he pleased; they would just have to deal with it.

While he continued to munch and belch, one of the many rhino guards at the door turned his eyes in the direction of the pantry door. Upon hearing a loud belch from Prince John, the rhino guard simply let out a deep grunt and rolled his eyes. He thought to himself how he was not getting paid enough for putting up with this. The other guards nearby had similar thoughts, but didn't express it visibly.

Prince John's gut, and much of the rest of his body, continued to grow inch by inch. Every pound he ate was an extra two to his growing gut. Much like the Sheriff's belly, Prince John's belly was getting so big, that he could no longer see his pawed feet, and he could feel that human shaped cock press up against his underbelly with only his underwear blocking the way. "Eating so much has gotten me so...aroused." he spoke with a mouthful of potatoes, getting the vegetable all over. "Aroused..." he repeated, in a deeper, lustful tone, with just a hint of a purr. He glanced over at the rhino guards blocking the pantry, and his cock twitched. He had never seen the asses of his guards before, at least underneath their clothing. They always looked so well rounded despite belonging on such a huge creature. He imagined his cock humping and pumping that fat ass. It was an urge that was slowly becoming stronger than the desire to eat. "You there." Prince John pointed to the guard blocking the dead center of the pantry. "Come in here. Make sure your friends continue guarding the door. They are not to face us."

The rhino turned to Prince John with a confused look on his face. The guards were trained as a unit, to act as one. To be called out individually felt flat out bizarre. It made the guard think he did something wrong. With a mental shrug, he walked into the pantry over to Prince John. He wiped the confused look with that of seriousness. He stood in front of Prince John, and saluted with a huff from his rhino nose. The other guards immediately shifted together to continue blocking the door.

"Yes, yes." Prince John held his paw to his head and half-heartedly saluted back. The lion's gut grew so big that his size was slowly comparing with that of the very rhino guards, except Prince John's ass was less perfectly rounded. Rather, it looked like two large round bags that bounced with every step Prince John made. Prince John eyed the guard up and down on the front side. He liked that belly, but it was his ass that Prince John wanted. "Toss that spear away, and turn around."

The rhino was still as confused as before. With a raised brow, he tried to read what was going on, but only for a brief moment. Without a word from his mouth, he let go of his spear, and let gravity take its course to drop the spear to the stone floor. The rhino then turned around to present his rear to Prince John, covered by his uniform.

Prince John looked down at that shapely rear of the rhino's. It was hard to get a good detailed glance at it, as it was covered by the rhino's purple poof pants and a metal skirt, but Prince John felt his ego throb underneath his fat as he stared at the rhino's backside. He could feel his boxer-like underwear tense up underneath his fattening body. "Ah yes...take off your armor for me, would you?" Unlike normal, his words sounded smoother and gentler. There was a tone of giddiness in his voice.

The rhino wasn't entirely sure if he should even obey such an order or not. He wasn't one that was so eager to disobey, but such an order was bizarre, in fact Prince John's behavior in general was very unlike him. He looked at the other elephant guards whom just stood there and faced away from him. He noticed their ears twitch, but not once did they seem to glance back, as if they cared not for the situation at hand. After another moment of hesitation, he pulled off his metal chest armor over his head and let it fall to the ground with a loud clang. He then took off the metal arms, his cloth gloves. Underneath he revealed a large plump round gray rhino belly. His belly had zero support in the uniform, and he had no clothing underneath. His hide was ripe with sweat from the heat of the metal. Despite lacking armor, the rhino stood at attention with a serious look on his face, and his now topless body stiff, as if he were still guarding. Mentally, he questioned why Prince John wanted him to do such a thing, but physically, he obeyed without a single word of complaint. He still had his pants on, but with a bare top, his flabby chest was exposed to the world.

Prince John stared at the rhino's bare backside. He saw very few hints of muscle on the rhino, but plenty of fat. Meanwhile, Prince John's own fat continued to grow. His thighs were getting so chubby that they rubbed up against his fuzzy testicles constantly, regardless of if he was moving or not. "Hm...yes..." Prince John tried not to sound amused, but the arousal between his legs was getting hard to control. He let out a soft fart as he stroked his fuzzy chin, inspecting the rhino as if he were a piece of meat. He felt his boxers continue to pull back from his fat ass, and the fat grew so much that the tip of his human shaped cock was exposed. He was below average in terms of cock size, but he wasn't focused on his size. He was more focused on the rhino. "Now take off your pants, too." Prince John added. God, he could feel himself getting so aroused from the rhino. He reached down to try to stroke himself with one paw while he ate with the other, but he found it difficult to reach underneath his fat gut.

The rhino raised a brow when he was told to take off his pants. He was given unusual orders before, but this was definitely the most unusual of them all. He looked over to the other guards again, and once more, he saw they didn't seem to care. At least, they didn't look the part. Again, not one to actually question Prince John aloud, he pulled off his puffed up pants and revealed his white boxer underwear, hidden only partially by his fat. A small rhino tail, one that almost resembled a carrot in size and shape, rested just outside of his underwear. His front side had a visible bulge. Unlike Prince John, the rhino wasn't nearly as excited.

Prince John felt his cock twitch at the sight of the rhino's underwear. He could feel himself get so close, just by seeing the rhino like that. Prince John stuffed down another can of tomatoes before he waddled around the rhino. While Prince John was fat, he wasn't so fat that it immobilized him, although he was swaying with each and every slow step he took. He got a good look at the rhino's underwear covered ass, the gray gut, and the bulge up front. As he circled the rhino, his furry fat yellow gut brushed up against the rhino's gray hide. It was almost too much for Prince John, he felt as if he was ready to cum just from feeling the rhino's hard hide. "Ah...yes...now remove your underwear." Prince John said when he got in front of the rhino. "Slowly."

The rhino definitely wanted to question why Prince John wanted him to undress in such a manner. He had already taken his armor and pants off, why did he want his underwear off too? He had so many questions. He was trained never to question leadership, but the things Prince John was asking him to do was simply on a whole new level of bizarre.

"I'm waiting." Prince John crossed his arms over his tubby belly. The fat he gained so massive that his moobs were brushing up against those very crossed arms. Prince John could very well rest his arms on top of his yellow furry stomach if he so pleased, but he either didn't seem to notice, or care about his weight. The only thing on his mind was his arousal, his arousal that this rhino was not helping by going so slow.

After a moment's delay, the rhino figured that the two of them were men. It shouldn't have been a big deal if he took off his underwear. The guards that had their backs to him also should not have mattered, they have seen each other naked countless times. In fact, their naked bodies were virtually identical. He put his thumbs underneath his boxers, grabbed the outer part of his boxers with his three fingers, and pulled down his underwear slowly, as per Prince John's request. Once his underwear reached his hooves, he then stepped out of them and revealed his bare backside to Prince John. His fat, yet strongly built backside with his bare blubbery ass. Without the underwear or his uniform, one could see just how large it was. It was big enough to stuff a normal sized animal's face into, and fatter than two giant dough balls. A roll of fat travelled down the rhino's backside, but despite his large frame, it was only a single roll. His chubby thighs did a good job hiding whatever might be in front of him. His asshole itself also hidden, tucked between those ass cheeks.

Prince John couldn't believe the backside of the rhino. It looked so perfect to him. He gently stroked a paw along the rhino's backside with a sly smile on his face. It was so hard not to just orgasm then and there from stroking him. He could feel his cock throb and pulse eagerly, desperate to touch that rhino's backside. As Prince John was so close to the rhino, his large gut brushed against the rhino's fat ass. "Oh my yes, an absolutely perfect specimen indeed, are all rhinos like you? I certainly hope so. But what am I saying? I only got a view of the back. Turn around and let me see the fantastic front."

The rhino did just as he was told without hesitation this time. He was already naked, and while deep down he felt embarrassed, it was for Prince John. He showed off his flabby gut, his thick tree trunk sized thighs that slimmed down, although barely to his rhino feet, and his human-shaped cock nestled right between those thighs. While his cock was quite large, it was only due to him being a rhino. By comparisons of other rhinos, he was average at best. That cock dangled there out in the open, a light gray cock right in front of two dark gray testicles, visible underneath the beer belly he possessed. The rhino stared straight ahead, seemingly looking past Prince John and towards the wall. He took in deep breaths, questioning Prince John's motives mentally, but not outright stating them. He knew better.

"So very lovely indeed." Prince John leaned down and reached his paw forward. His furry paw pads gently brushed up against the rhino's flaccid shaft. "Eating all of this food is making me quite...hot and bothered. Perhaps you can help alleviate this problem for me." Prince John spoke to the rhino as if the rhino would just be doing him a simple favor. Prince John gently fondled the rhino's balls, squeezing and releasing, enjoying the warm feeling before he straightened back up. His furry fat belly brushed against the rhino's own coarse gut. Prince John's belly surpassed the rhinos own, but just barely. He was still shorter than the rhino too.

The rhino's gaze turned back to meet Prince John, though with a raised brow of confusion. He didn't speak, but his face alone said it all. He was unsure about what Prince John wanted him to do. He was trained to guard Prince John with his life, nothing else. He stood there, naked. His small tail gently swayed from side to side, barely making a sound.

Prince John could tell the rhino was clueless about what to do next. It just made him grin. "Nothing but a big dumb brute I see." He tapped a paw to his chin, but then tossed those paws into the air. "I LOVE it!" He reached down and pulled his underwear off to reveal his erect lion cock, throbbing in anticipation. Deep down, Prince John wasn't sure why he felt this way, or how he had gotten so fat, that he surpassed his brother in weight, but he didn't care. He was horny, and there was a guard here to help him. "Spread your ass cheeks, and just let your instincts do the rest." Prince John's stomach rumbled loudly. It had been a few minutes since he had last eaten after all, but his lust for sex was getting the better of him.

The rhino suddenly picked up on what Prince John wished to do. True that the rhino was a little dim, but not that dumb. He was ready to speak out and huff a 'no' at Prince John, but as he took in a deep breath, he felt cold eyes upon his backside. He turned and noticed the other rhino guards looked back at him with glaring eyes. It was then that the naked rhino knew that he should obey. He wasn't sure what would happen if he didn't, and as much as he didn't want to, Prince John was still his superior. The last thing he wanted was to be stripped from his rank, although part of him wondered if the other guards were watching, just to see how he would react towards Prince John. He let out that huge huff of air he took in as a long sigh, and spread his ass cheeks for Prince John to reveal his slightly puffed rhino asshole.

Prince John could wait no longer. The moment he saw that clean asshole of the rhinos, Prince John wrapped his paws around the top of the rhino's gut. He pressed his slowly expanding stomach up against the rhino's back, and then pressed his shaft on the rhino's rear. Prince John didn't even care for lubricant, he was so horny that he needed the sex, and he needed it now. Bit by bit, he slowly pushed his shaft into that rhino's ass. Due to the rhino's size, it slipped in with little difficulty

The rhino was trained as a guard not to speak against Prince John's orders, or disobey his prince. Despite such training, his mind was racing with questions about why Prince John was so getting into doing what he was doing. He swore Prince John was straight, not that he judged. The rhino guard couldn't help but let out a small grunt as he felt the shaft. The rhino himself not quite as aroused as Prince John was. He instinctively clenched his asshole, making the job more difficult, albeit more pleasurable, for Prince John.

"My dear guard." Prince John spoke quietly. His lion paws gently brushed the rhino's gut, now smaller than Prince John's own. Prince John was still absolutely starving, but he wanted to get this sexual lust sated. "You must relax and get into this. Slide your body up and down. I want to see you smile, blush, and moan." Prince John moved his human shaped cock deeper into the rhino's ass despite the clenching, as deep as he was able to push it in. The rhino's bare flabby ass cheeks brushed up against Prince John's testicles, and Prince John couldn't help but squeeze the rhino guard's ass with delight.

The rhino found the order actually hard to obey. Sure, he felt slightly aroused now, but he just couldn't get into it nearly as much as Prince John was. He pushed his ass back against Prince John's cock, and felt the furry fat body behind him. He relaxed his sphincter slightly, and then squeezed his ass a few times with a soft grunt, and then pulled forward, and then back again. There was a minor blush on the rhino's face, a very dark gray blush. It wasn't from pure arousal that he was blushing, but the situation he was in that made him so embarrassed. He might have been a guard trained for so many things, but certainly not this. He looked to the door to see the other guards watching curiously, not with looks of anger, but looks of shock. Deep down, the guard wondered if he should have taken the order in the first place. He wondered if the other guards would have defended his position, or what might have happened, but it was too late now.

"I said get more into it." Prince John spoke with a sudden growl in his voice. He could feel the pressure swell in his balls as they constantly brushed against the rhino's ass and thighs. Just because Prince John was feeling more aroused though didn't mean it was the best pleasure he was getting. He was the prince of Nottingham, and the rhino guards should do whatever he asked, at least that was his thoughts. He knew he could get more pleasure than the current amount the rhino guard was giving. "You two!" He shouted to the two visible guards in front of the doorway. "I want one of you to feed me, and another one to pleasure this rhino. If he isn't moaning by the time I cum, it's off with all of your heads!"

The rhino guards knew Prince John rarely joked about taking off a heads. One guard rushed inside, and grabbed a can of food. He paid little attention to what the food was, just that it was indeed edible. He opened up the can, and put it to Prince John's lips for him to swallow with the can tilted upwards for Prince John to drink. The other guard walked up to the front of the first naked guard. At first, he wasn't sure what to do. He could tell the guard getting fucked wasn't really enjoying it very much, and the other guard that was getting fucked looked at him with the exact same confused expression. With a half-frown, the other guard reached down, and stroked the naked rhino guard's cock with his hoof hands gently. His hoof hands were hard, but smooth to the touch.

While the other two guards were doing this, the rhino that was being fucked blushed even harder. It was one thing to be fucked by a superior that ordered him to, but to have his friends help him? He knew he wasn't going to hear the end of this for weeks by his fellow guards. The rhino gasped when the other guard touched his shaft, and he let out a small bass moan, although he was getting more pleasured, the moan was mostly forced. His cock twitched, but only slightly in the rhino's hoof hands.

Prince John raised his head and took in the food, taking it in his maw as if the food were the water in a waterfall, and he was the very end of it. "You can do a much better job than THAT." Prince John said to the naked rhino with his mouth full. He wasn't sure what the food he was eating was either, just that it was a very sweet food, possibly a fruit of some sort. He also gave an angry grunt as he pushed his shaft back and forth. Prince John's furry gut pushed heavily on the rhino's burly back as Prince John pushed forward, and then he pulled back, though his gut still constantly touched the rhino's back, and ass, though with each thrust, his belly pushed up against him more and more. After a rumbling belch from eating yet more food, he stared up at the naked rhino. "Now, tell me your name."

The naked rhino looked between the two other rhinos while his ass was continuously fucked by Prince John. The rhinos were told to never question Prince John and work as a unison. They wore the same clothes, they acted as one unit when it came to a task, and they looked and acted virtually identical; it was all part of what Prince John wanted. To want him to strip down in particular and be fucked was either a very bad thing, or a very good thing, the naked rhino wasn't sure how to interpret it. He knew Prince John wasn't going to wait long for an answer before he became annoyed again though. "Edward, sir." The naked rhino replied with a grunt. His human sized cock, big by normal standards, though average by rhino standards, stood fully erect through the pleasure of the other rhino stroking it, plus there was something else about Prince John, something Edward couldn't quite place, a funny feeling, mostly in Edward's gut.

Prince John chuckled at his response. He had so rarely heard the rhinos talk. He forgot how deep their voices were. It was amusing enough to make him wonder if they all talked the same, just as they all behaved the same. The thought of so many rhinos quickly turned into thoughts of the guards all being naked, and all being fucked by him, and feeding him constantly. "I will remember your generous, mph, contribution Edward." The pressure in his cock was still there as strong as ever, and with those thoughts a hint of precum escaped from Prince John's shaft directly into the rhino's ass.

Unlike the previous treasure before, while the curse was passed on through Prince John's seed, it wasn't passed on in a way that would make the rhino extremely fat. It would however, make him much more obedient in ways that not even he could have ever imagined, as well as gassy. The crown itself had a special version of the curse, making the user one of the fattest, gassiest beings to exist, with a lust for sex and food that could never be sated.

Edward felt the hint of seed in his ass. His ass was already so warm, but that hint of slickness inside his rear made him feel even warmer. The rhino pleasuring his cock didn't help much, nor did Prince John's encouragement to enjoy it more, but something deep down in his rumbling gut told him to enjoy it, and while he knew he shouldn't have been able to before, his cock grew more and more aroused. He opened his mouth and his tongue drooped out. He wasn't sure why, he wasn't sure how, but he was feeling more turned on by the second now, as if Prince John's seed was the switch he needed to get into the sex. He quickly began to feel the pressure build in his own shaft. He started to slowly push up and down on Prince John's cock as he got more into it, at the same time, his gray rhino shaft continued to get rubbed by the other rhino. A hint of clear pre shot from Edward's shaft suddenly, and right into the other rhino's hands.

The rhino that was stroking Edward's shaft was disgusted when he felt his thick fingers get wet and sticky with the warm seed. He didn't show it on his face. Unfortunately, the curse that was passed onto Edward, also passed onto him, and he found himself getting aroused for reasons he couldn't even explain why. He would become far more obedient too, not to Edward, but to the original bearer of the curse. He would become loyal to Prince John. Of course he already was, but now deep down, after a strange rumbling sensation in his gut, he would do what Prince John asked without hesitation. Whether it was imprison his own mother, or get anally fucked, he would do it without a second thought.

The other rhino that was feeding Prince John continued to feed him. He noticed the crown, and he also saw an odd sparkle that shined from it. Part of him wanted to remove the crown, but it didn't feel right. He figured he would get in immense trouble for trying to remove the crown, even if he thought it would aid Prince John. He tossed away an empty can of food that he gave Prince John, though he couldn't help but pause and stare at the scenario in front of him. His prince was fattening, fucking another guard, and another guard was giving him pleasure. It looked like a threesome, a threesome of huge, fat, men.

Prince John let out a quick laugh as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Amazingly, no matter how he positioned his head, the crown stayed on his head, although it did bobble. "More! More!" Prince John felt so close. "Feed me more! Hump harder!" his blubbery gut and ass jiggled as he thrusted back and forth. His legs, also fattened up. He was getting tired, but the pleasure felt too good to stop. He let out a belch, but he didn't care.

The three rhinos continued their role. Edward felt himself also get so close with Prince John as the curse raised his lust, but he couldn't quite orgasm yet for some reason he couldn't place. He slowly began to thrust into the other rhino's hands as he got more into it, taking Prince John's orders.

The second rhino that was giving Edward the hand job was also getting more into it. Not that he judged, but he mentally swore he was straight, yet giving Edward a hand job while he was being fucked by Prince John was oddly arousing, plus Prince John had ordered him to do more, and he felt compelled to do so.

The third rhino hadn't been affected by the curse yet, not that he was aware such a thing could spread. He could tell something was very wrong with Prince John, but he didn't want to speak up about it, he dared not speak up against his prince. He grabbed another can of food, unaware of what the food even was, and poured it down over Prince John's head, aiming right for his mouth.

Prince John tilted his head back, and opened his maw wide. All he knew about this food was that it was a soup of some sort. His face was getting soaked with all sorts of food, while crumbs from other bits of food he was being fed went all over. He didn't care about the mess he was making, he just wanted the pleasure, and he continued to hump and pump Edward's ass, right until the pressure in his shaft was simply too much to bare, and he orgasmed. His human shaped cock pumped and pulsed his seed into Edward's ass as Prince John's testicles emptied out.

Edward gasped as he felt Prince John's seed. He was straight, he knew he was, but the curse Prince John passed to him flooded him with arousal he couldn't control. It felt as if Prince John's orgasm had finally allowed him to cum, and so he did. His rhino cock that the other rhino was giving a hand job to soon pumped and pulsed as he orgasmed moments after Prince John.

The rhino that was giving Edward the hand job was both disgusted, and aroused at the same time. His body felt a surge of heat that went directly to his crotch when Edward orgasmed, and he soon found himself orgasming as well, directly into his pants. He closed his eyes tightly, and let out a light "Ughn." as the crotch in his uniform grew damp from his seed. It was too quick for him to control.

The third rhino, the one feeding Prince John, stared at the scenario that unfolded. He didn't judge sexuality, but he couldn't believe he had just seen all three of them reach orgasm, at least based on their facial expressions he assumed as much. He felt a hint of arousal from it as well, but he did his best to hold his composure. He was a guard after all, he was trained to make sure his king, or in this case, his Prince John, was always safe. Without the curse passed on to him, it was much easier to control his urges, although he continued to feed Prince John his food.

Prince John's eyes fluttered from his orgasm. He could feel his testicles pulse and twitch with a growing need again, even though he had just orgasmed, he could feel a warmth in his balls that almost whispered to him that he could do so again in mere minutes. He felt another urge though, one he would have been embarrassed to mention had he been his normal self, but he neither looked, nor acted as the old Prince John. The thin wimpy Prince John was gone. Replaced with the lust for gold, was now the lust for sex. Prince John undid his robes to expose his fat backside and cellulite filled thighs. "You looked like you had an absolutely wonderful time Edward." John let out a giggle. "The remaining two of you, undress. And then, carry me to my throne like this! We have many more things left to do, but it only makes more sense we do such things on the throne." Prince John's stomach rumbled angrily. "And make sure I'm well fed, or it's off with your heads!" Well, there was still some of the old Prince John left. With his robes gone, and his bare furry ass exposed, he let out a casual fart from his massive ass cheeks. It looked as if he weighed well over 500 pounds.

The other guards didn't hesitate to undress. The first guard that gave Edward the hand job was still aroused, even after he orgasmed, his balls were slowly refilling once more. He was eager to take his uniform off, if one big reason being because he had created a damp spot on his clothes. He mentally prayed the other guards didn't see it. The second guard could tell there was arousal in the air, although he had yet to experience it himself as much as the rest of the group, deep down he wished he could have. He undressed out of his uniform, and tossed it aside haphazardly with a mere grunt.

The three rhino guards now stood naked. Had they got in a line, it would have been hard to identify what guard was who, as they all looked the same even underneath the clothing. The only thing that set them apart were their cocks, and the amount of cum splattered on their crotches. Edward's was wet with seed. The second rhino's cock smelled musky, though it didn't show it. The third rhino's shaft was about a quarter erect. Each one picked up Prince John by part of his body, and then carried him directly over their heads. They didn't get far before Prince John's belly got caught on the top, and the sides of the doorway.

"This is NO way to carry your prince!" Prince John said angrily. He was over all three of the rhinos with their hands on his back, and Edward's hands on his growing butt. As his belly bounced on the frame of the door, he let out a fart directly onto the guards below him.

Edward wanted to tell Prince John that he was simply too heavy to carry otherwise, but as he felt Prince John's doughy ass, he couldn't help but feel an arousal grow within him. "I apologize. We will rush you to your throne faster this way." He kneeled down, and so did the other rhinos as they walked to the door frame once more. It felt awkward for Edward to speak to Prince John, as normally no guard ever spoke to him; they just did their job. Edward thought that Prince John needed an explanation of some sort though.

Prince John raised his head with a glare in his eyes, not that he could see any of the rhinos underneath his belly. "I don't care how-" he was cut off as the rhinos rushed him through the frame so fast that his fat didn't matter, but unfortunately his head was banged in the process. His head suddenly fell back and he fell unconscious with his eyes open, a grin on his face, and his tongue dangled outward as his head was upside down. Despite going into unconsciousness, he let out another bass fart while his cock remained erect.

By the time Prince John awoke, he was back in the throne room. Many rhinos and elephant guards stood along the walls, staring at the prince. The room itself was huge, and the throne was designed to hold a fat lion, although Prince John was definitely pushing the boundaries of even that. The three rhino's stood by his side the entire time he was passed out, with a buffet table just being wheeled in once he had awoken. John, and the three rhinos were naked, while the rest of the guards were not.

Prince John was ready to shout at the guards about their incompetence. He quickly reached up and felt the golden crown on his head, and then he saw the table being wheeled in. His attitude suddenly took a 180, and he grinned. "If only I could wake up to this all the time." He said aloud with a sudden belch. "Anyways, how long was I out for?"

"About five minutes, my prince." Edward spoke from beside Prince John. He stood attentively with his arms at his side, and his cock at half-mast.

Prince John let out a groan. Those five minutes were long enough to make him hungry, and horny once more. His belly stretched far enough that it went down to his knees as he sat on the throne, while his moobs stretched so wide that it almost brushed up against his flabby arms. "Five minutes too long without food in my mouth, and a cock in my ass!"

All of the rhino and elephant guards, at all least the dressed ones, all 12 of them turned to Prince John in unison, all with a confused look on their faces, many of them identical. Of course they were confused when he came in almost naked, and with three naked rhino guards, but the order was very much unlike him. The guards had been explained Prince John's behavior, but they didn't believe it up until now.

Prince John looked around angrily at the various confused looks. "You dare question your prince?" he spoke with a rising tone in his voice. He turned to Edward. "You, as you're the only one brave enough to speak. You get the honor of fucking the royal ass first." Prince John stood up from the throne, though he wobbled back and forth at first as his weight threw him off. His fat thighs were able to hold him in position, but it was clear he was getting quickly exhausted just from standing.

"Are you positive, sire?" Deep down, Edward knew he should never question his prince, but Prince John was undoubtedly acting strange, even for someone as egotistic as him. He had been acting strange earlier of course, and while he felt incredibly compelled to obey, his fear of what Prince John might do to him if fucked Prince John's rear, let alone sit in the throne, was enough to intimidate him to ask.

"Sit in the royal throne, spread my royal ass cheeks, and fuck my royal asshole." Prince John spoke calmly, before he suddenly shouted. "Now, before it's off with your head for questioning your prince!"

Edward didn't need to be told twice. Plus, his body felt strangely aroused from Prince John. Every order Prince John gave him gave Edward a tingling sensation both in his mind, and in his crotch, and whenever he obeyed said order, it just made him feel good inside. Edward squeezed between the armrest of the throne, and Prince John's flabby backside. Edward then took a seat on the throne. He looked up at Prince John's yellow fur, and then those flabby ass cheeks of his, right below his now pathetically small lion tail. Edward hesitantly reached up and grabbed onto those ass cheeks. They were so soft and squishy, and it spread so easily to reveal Prince John's pucker right between those huge furry cheeks.

The guards around the room stared with bewilderment as Prince John lowered himself onto Edward. Prince John's asshole was in just the right position. As he lowered, his asshole widened slightly, just enough to let out a fart onto Edward's shaft. Prince John didn't seem to care though, if anything, it just made him more excited to let out gas on Edward's shaft. Prince John then slowly lowered his asshole onto Edward's cock, gently pushing it between his massive ass cheeks, and right into his asshole. Prince John let out a happy moan of delight at the sensation of being filled. His lion tail twitched happily behind him. He knew something was off deep down, but he was too happy to care. He was a prince, he should be cared for in every way, whether it was money, food, or even sexual needs. "And I want something in my mouth too!" Prince John barked, even while he was being pleasured. "Whether it be a cock, or food, I care not! I want something in my maw NOW!" he was cut off by a deep belch, but it didn't change his anger.

The two naked guards near him didn't hesitate at the command. Both began grabbing food they had brought over from the pantry earlier. They had a feeling he would want to be fed. One put their hands over Prince John, and just let the food fall right into his maw, and then he went back to the dining table located in another room for more, all while the other guard stuffed Prince John with more food that they had brought over.

Prince John barely had to do anything except open and close his mouth. He barely even chewed. He sat down on Edward's lap, putting his entire weight on the rhino as he ate the food. Like before, he barely bothered identifying the taste of the food, just that it was edible, and it satisfied his grumbling, rumbling, stomach. Getting fucked and stuffed at the same time was an amazing feeling for him, he could feel his own cock rise and press up underneath his gut once more. His flabby thighs spread outward as much as they could to reveal that shaft, though his gut still hid some of it. "And I want someone's ass or mouth on my cock within the next ten seconds!" He barked with his mouth full, crumbs and saliva flew all over his man boobs when he spoke. It was almost impossible to understand what he said with his mouth as stuffed as it was.

While the dressed guards were still staring in disbelief and confusion, the naked rhinos knew how serious he was. Plus, one of them was still horny after getting Edward's cum on him, cum that the rhino hadn't yet gotten the time to wash off. The rhino that gave Edward the handjob kneeled down in front of Prince John. He lifted that hefty gut with two hands, and then took Prince John's shaft right into his mouth. His sharp horns gently poked at Prince John's underbelly while his wet lips and moist tongue took Prince John's shaft into the rhino's maw completely.

Edward found it impossible to stand up when Prince John sat on his lap, not that he even had the energy to do so. The moment he felt Prince John's flabby ass cheeks, and then his asshole, it sent a wave of pleasure through his body that dulled the feeling in his legs, but greatly intensified the feelings in his cock. He felt the tight warm hole that was Prince John's ass. It was a slow fit without lube, but whether it was that cum on Edward's cock from before, or the curse Prince John had, Edward's shaft was able to slowly fit inside of his prince.

Prince John's eyes partially rolled from the pleasure. This was what he wanted, this was what he desired, his cock in a rhino's mouth or ass, and a cock in him. He wished he could eat and take a cock in his mouth at the same time, but such a task would have been extremely difficult. He ate away and kept his mouth full as he gained more lard to his frame. By a quick glance, he must have weighed over 400 pounds. His moobs hung low on his thick gut. His flabby arms and thighs wiggled with the fat inside of them after only slight movement, and his gut so thick it almost covered the rhino's head entirely as he gave him that blowjob. His ass happily rubbed against Edward's thighs and belly. "So...mph...YES." he could barely even form the right words to say. He felt as if he were in heaven. Money mattered less and less to him now. It was all slowly becoming nothing but food and sex. "EVERYONE undress, now!"

The guards were confused, but they weren't one to disobey their prince, plus they saw the already naked guards with Prince John. None of the guards were completely positive as to what was going on, or why Prince John was so fat, but each of them undressed in their own way until each of them were naked. Aside from the three guards, the ones that were previously dressed went back to standing alert, waiting for their next order from Prince John.

Edward meanwhile continued to fuck Prince John from behind. He couldn't see beyond the prince's fat back, but the pleasure of Prince John's ass was tremendous. The blubber that he felt on his thighs made him feel warm. His arms held onto Prince John, but he couldn't get around Prince John's love handles to even hold him fully. He tilted his head up and rested it on Prince John's back, and let out a deep moan of pleasure.

Prince John was in paradise. His face was stuffed, his ass was stuffed, and his cock was stuffing a guard. He didn't need money so long as he had all of this. With one strong orgasm, his cock came once more, and he squeezed his asshole tightly for Edward. Prince John's eyes closed as the blood rushed to his shaft, and any feeling he had in his legs vanished until his orgasm ended. Once his orgasm finally finished, he swallowed the food in his mouth, whatever food it might have been, opened up his mouth and eyes, and then he shouted. "Next! I want ALL guards to fuck me! I want to FUCK all the guards' mouths and asses too!" Whatever rational thought Prince John had was now all gone. The crown that stuck on his head, no matter how many times he bobbed his head, never came off. He wanted to fuck and eat, and nothing more. He hoped to one day turn all of Nottingham into nothing more than his fuck and feed slaves, but for now, the guards would more than satisfy him.

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Meanwhile, Robin Hood and Little John sat on two wooden chairs with a wooden table between the two of them. They were in what looked like a small shed made of dark wood, though many of the pieces of the wood had holes, enough holes to light up the interior. Two mattresses laid on the ground set on opposing plain walls. It was a dirty shack, but it was a home that Robin Hood and Little John lived in.

"So what's the plan now Rob?" Little John asked after a long delay of silence. He leaned onto the table and the table creaked slowly. After a loud sudden snap, Little John raised himself off the table with a nervous chuckle, although the chuckle quickly faded when he noticed Robin Hood's expression. "We've been just sitting here doing nothing for what feels like forever."

Robin Hood looked as if he were in a trance. Both of his elbows were on the table, and his eyes peered down at the drawing of Prince John with X's on his eyes. Ever since the pair got back to what Robin called their 'hideout', he had just been staring down at that table. Even when the table cracked and shifted forward suddenly, he didn't flinch. The table suddenly broke and shattered into pieces, yet his elbows stayed in place, as if floating on air, his eyes unblinking.

"Robin?" Little John frowned at the fox. It was rare that Robin Hood paid so little attention to things that happened around him, granted when he did he often didn't care, but in this case, it was as if he were a statue of sorts. Little John gave Robin Hood a soft poke with a single bear claw.

Robin Hood quickly waved his hands up in the air and smacked Little John's hand away. "I'm thinking." He muttered as he quickly put his hands underneath his muzzle, and elbows no longer touching the table, but back in the same position they were when they were on the table. "We're going to have to get that treasure back."

Little John took a moment to think about why such a thing would have been difficult. Stealing from Prince John rarely required such a long time to think. He lifted up his dark green cap, and scratched his head with a single black claw before it hit him. "You know Prince John's going to be on high alert guarding the treasure." He said aloud. While the two were able to trick Prince John on more than one occasion, it was unlikely to be easy this time around. Prince John was extremely easy to get paranoid. He wouldn't blame him if Prince John wouldn't even let his most trusted adversaries to the treasure.

"Exactly." Robin Hood gave a nod without a glance up to Little John. "If I were in his shoes, I would become very paranoid over the treasure. I wouldn't want to sleep, eat, or even go out of the castle for anything. We're going to need something to pull him away from that treasure briefly..."

Little John looked outside the window. He saw a white-bellied bird with yellow wings fly by. "I wonder what that little bird is up to."

"Up to..." Robin Hood gave it some more thought. He suddenly jumped from his chair. "Eureka!" He slammed his hands on the table. The table shattered to the floor, but he didn't care. With a smile on his face, he happily spoke. "We'll do some recon once it reaches night. If there's too many guards, you'll cause a distraction so I can get a better look. No big huge distractions to get yourself captured, just enough to lure the guards away from their posts."

"Wait, why am I the one causing a distraction?" Little John asked questionably. While he was well aware the two were partners in crime, he wanted to do more than just be a distraction while Robin Hood stole the goods.

"Because you're so good at it my boy." Robin Hood said with confidence, and a hand to his own chest with a proud look.

Little John raised his eyes to the ceiling as he had to give it some thought himself. "Well, no argument there," he looked back down at Robin Hood. "But I still want to get in on the action. How long has it been since we dealt with ol Prince John?"

Robin Hood wasn't one to have an argument with Little John. The two were partners in crime for ages. "Alright then." He leaned back on his chair and put his feet up on the broken down table. "We'll improvise and play it by ear. First thing is first though, we have to wait until night arrives."

Both Little John and Robin Hood bided their time until nightfall. They played a few card games, drew out a map, they rotated between playing and working until night fell upon them. At night, the full moon and stars lit up the ground below. Lanterns and torches also lit up the town of Nottingham, with many more around the castle. Little John and Robin Hood could easily get through the town without so much as wearing a disguise nowadays, but the castle wasn't so easy. While the exterior lacked guards, the castle itself was surrounded by a moat and the drawbridge was raised. Normally, Robin Hood would be welcomed into the castle with open arms. Any citizen would have, but now that Prince John was back in charge, it was off limits to anyone of the public, and especially to Robin Hood. Wanted signs of him littered the ground, all of them crossed off by various different markings.

Robin Hood glanced at the castle, and then over at the prison. He had heard the rumors of a 'very fat man' having escaped prison, and it made him wonder if there were other prisoners. Most people that Prince John put in jail didn't deserve it to begin with. "Little John, why don't you go check out the prison, and I'll get in the castle and see what's going on." After a brief pause, he added. "Unless you think your climbing and jumping skills have gotten any better." He pointed over to a section of tall trees, trees slightly taller than the castle wall itself, although with a moat between the tree and castle, it was quite a gap. Robin Hood was confident in his jumping capabilities, but he wasn't so sure about Little John's.

Little John looked up at the trees. He knew that he could definitely bend the tree down with his weight, but he wasn't sure if the tree would bend down just right for him to get to the castle. He disliked the idea of checking on the prison, but he knew he couldn't follow Robin Hood on top of buildings, let alone keep up with the agile fox. "Fine, let's meet up back here in ten minutes with what we find. Let's not do any fighting alone though, stick to recon." Little John said in a hushed voice. He wasn't sure how successful he was going to be with his generous size, but he was good at avoiding arrows, almost as good as Robin Hood.

"Couldn't agree more." Robin Hood gave a nod to Little John. He made a small 'X' with his foot to help mark the spot they currently were at. While it wasn't easy to spot from a distance, the moonlight helped light it from above. Robin Hood then rushed to the small cluster of trees he pointed to earlier, though he kept out of sight of the castle walls as he did. He was known for stealth as well as speed, and he certainly proved it as he made it to one particularly tall tree that he could use to get him over the castle walls extremely quickly. He didn't look at the top of the castle walls, he only just assumed that someone was watching him.

Little John took a more direct approach to the jail. Unlike the castle, the jail was far more open to the public. It was a little strange that way, but ever since Prince John had many people captive, while King Richard was back under temporary rule, he made sure the prison was more easily accessible. Little John walked underneath an archway, onto the stone floor, and right to the jail tower. Along the way, he curiously looked around for guards atop the walls, yet he saw none. "You would think for a jail this would have at least one or two guards." Although in truth, Little John didn't know of many people that were even jailed anymore. He imagined that Prince John would have wasted no time in putting some people behind bars. Little John walked up to the entryway. A caged door that, in of itself looked like the entrance to a cell, but was actually just the entrance to the jail, plenty big enough for him to fit through.

One thing that was even odder for Little John was that he didn't even see The Sheriff anywhere outside, or anywhere inside right away. "You'd think mister lard wolf would have been marching happily he even got his job back." He murmured to himself. With a gentle push, the door to the jail opened, and Little John made his way farther inside.

The interior of the jail was extremely quiet. While it was late at night, the jail was so quiet that there wasn't even a single guard in sight. The most he could pick up was an occasional drip of water. The infamous sheriff wasn't even at his post which was a small room shortly after the entrance to the jail, a small circular room with a wooden desk and chair. The path to the cells sat not that far from the desk, and while the hallway was wide, it was barren of any guards patrolling the halls, and lacked prisoners along the cell bars.

Little John raised a brow curiously at the lack of guards, or The Sheriff for that matter. He walked into the empty room carefully, and then peeked his head into the hallway, and into the jail cells. "Not one prisoner..." Little John tiptoed his way through the first floor of cells to the very back. There was a flight of stairs that spiraled upwards to the very top of the jail tower. Little John knew there were few other ways to climb up the tower from the inside, so with a deep breath, he began his ascent. His ears remained alert for any other noises, although even he knew that hearing someone on stone floor was incredibly difficult unless they wore heavy armor, which most guards didn't.

The higher Little John climbed the jail tower, the more he could pick up a sound. It was a sound unlike any he had heard. It was not the sound of feet patrolling on a stone floor, rather it was a sound of squelching and plopping. It was almost a sickening sound, yet with the moans that could be faintly heard, it also drove Little John's curiosity to find out exactly what the sound was. He climbed up the floors until he was only one floor below the top. On that floor, he noticed some guards clothing tossed haphazardly outside an open jail cell, as well as the strange noise intensifying.

Little John crept down the hallway where he heard the noise grow louder and louder. He walked right up to the cell where he saw the guard clothes on the ground, but he didn't walk right in front of that cell. Instead, he carefully tilted his head inside the cell, and the sight he saw horrified him.

The Sheriff was in the prison cell along with four wolf guards. The Sheriff's belly was so fat, that there was no possible way he could walk normally without dragging his gut and ass across the floor beneath him. He was tilted at an angle with his ass on the ground, and his cock in a wolf guard's ass. Two other guards with him were massaging his giant ass, while one guard sat on the Sheriff's shoulders with his own cock in the Sheriff's maw. Each time the Sheriff pushed his small shaft into the small wolf's ass, the squelching sound could be heard, and each time the wolf thrust his cock in the Sheriff's mouth, a different form of the squelching noise could be heard. All of the guards and the Sheriff were oblivious to the outside world, including the bear that was watching them.

Little John's maw dropped open at the sight of the Sheriff, not only naked and being fucked, but also the massive size of him. He knew the Sheriff was fat, but this was absolutely massive. His ass and gut was so big that they dragged on the floor. He saw massive rolls after rolls of fat on the Sheriff rather than the round belly he once used to have. "Unbelievable..." he mouthed. He couldn't help but wonder just how the Sheriff got so much fatter so quickly. He was also clearly distracted and focused on sex too. Little John didn't know the Sheriff's side hobbies, but he never imagined he would be such a perverted slut.

Little John turned around, and left the prison. He didn't get far before he heard a sudden loud belch from behind that echoed inside the prison. The odd squelching noise suddenly came to a stop, which caused Little John to freeze in his tracks with his fur on ends, and wide unblinking eyes. After a brief moment, the sounds of squelching started up again, and Little John let out a sigh of relief, and continued to make his way out the prison. Little John knew there was not going to be any treasure in the jail, nor did he find any prisoners to free. All he found was a huge perverted Sheriff, and wolves fucking him. There were no guards actually guarding the prison at all. Little John would have imagined they would have at least some staffed, even if there were no prisoners. "Wait until Robin Hood hears this." He said to himself as he made his way back to the recon point. With no guards to stop him, he rushed his way down the stairs, not caring about the noise he created himself in the process.

Meanwhile, Robin Hood climbed up the trees outside the castle walls and took a quick glance around atop the tree. He noticed not a single guard was patrolling the walls, nor was there even an archer watching the forest. Robin Hood knew that King Richard had cut down on the guards, but with Prince John back, he figured that the guards would have been tripled at least. "It's a little quiet." He said to himself as he leapt from the tree and landed on top of the castle walls. "Too quiet..." Just as with Little John, there were very few sounds that Robin Hood could pick up.

Robin Hood kept his body low as he quickly rushed on top of the walls, and into a tower. His eyes and ears kept alert for any guards that might come by, yet Robin Hood both heard only the wind, and saw nothing but the castle, lit torches, and the stars above. He figured it was late enough for Prince John to be asleep, so he ran up to the direction of Prince John's room. It was just beyond the parts of the castle that had been destroyed by the fire that took place last time he was there, and hadn't quite been repaired yet. The area hadn't even been blocked off.

Robin Hood, once again, found not a single guard. "Something has to be going on. Something big." He told himself. There was no way Prince John would leave the castle as unguarded as it was, even if it was late at night. Robin Hood made his way up the tower and to Prince John's room. Surprisingly, the room was wide open, and there was a treasure chest just sitting out in middle of the room wide open. Robin Hood could make out the shining of some gold and treasure, and sure enough when he went into the bedroom, he found the chest that had been stolen from him earlier.

While Robin Hood was definitely excited he had found the treasure, he was very suspicious. He didn't want to touch the treasure, let alone go within a few feet of it. "Prince John never leaves treasure out in the open like this. He wouldn't leave a coin on the ground if it were covered in cow manure."

Robin Hood cautiously approached the treasure. He tiptoed his way to it, and picked out a gold coin. He felt a sudden strange feeling in his gut, and he heard a strange whisper in his head. He quickly dropped the coin back down into the treasure chest with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He passed off his strange feelings as nothing more than how something just didn't feel right about him getting to the treasure so freely. "If Prince John were to lay a trap, he would have definitely sprang it by now."

Robin Hood decided it was best to leave the treasure alone. Instead, he checked around the room for any signs of hiding guards. He looked under the bed, in the closet, outside the window, yet he found not a single guard monitoring the treasure. He knew it was too easy, he knew there had to be a catch. He was also a little worried about Prince John. It was hard for Robin Hood to say he actually cared for Prince John, although he wanted to know what the lion was up to. "I'll just throw myself to the lion by checking the throne room I suppose." He told himself, and left the bedroom with the treasure in it. He swore Prince John would have been asleep at this hour, but with only the treasure in the room, there were few other places he could have been, even in the massive castle.

Robin Hood explored the halls of the castle, first with his head around each corner, and then his body as low as he could go. He carefully poked his head in room after room, yet he found no signs of guards, or even Prince John. "This is outrageous." He said to himself. With each step, he approached the throne room from the side. As he got closer, he picked up a noise through his fox ears. While he was unaware, the noise resembled that of the noise Little John heard the Sheriff make earlier. Robin Hood walked down one final stone hallway lit by torches, and then he poked his head into the throne room. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped at the sight before him.

Prince John sat in the throne of King Richard, his gut more than triple the size of King Richard's own belly, and his ass more than quadruple the size of King Richard's. Various elephant and rhino guards were scattered around Prince John, all of them naked. One rode Prince John's cock. Prince John's fat gut, and the rhino's huge ass constantly rammed up against each other. Meanwhile an elephant was fucking Prince John's fat ass, although it was hard to see if he was actually getting into the asshole with the amount of fat Prince John had back there. Other were stuffing Prince John's face, and he was constantly shouting for more food, and more sex, although it was heavily muffled as his face was constantly stuffed.

Robin Hood noticed Sir Hiss between Prince John's legs as well, and he could only imagine what the snake was going through, not that he actually cared for the snake at all, but he couldn't believe what Prince John had become. "He's bigger than a whale." He mumbled quietly. All of the guards were too busy caring for Prince John to even notice Robin Hood's head that poked out in the room. Robin Hood pulled his head back out of sight, and stifled a laugh. The sight was too good to be true, unguarded treasure, and Prince John became a complete huge lard ass, there was no other way to describe him at this point. Robin Hood rushed back the same way he came in to go meet up with Little John. "Wait until Little John gets an earful of this!" He wasn't sure how Prince John became such a tub of blubber, but he did notice an unusual crown on top of his head.

Little John made it back to where he was supposed to go to meet up with Robin Hood. It wasn't that he was faster than Robin Hood, it was just that he was closer, and he didn't spend as much time in the jail as Robin Hood spent in the castle. He waited underneath a lone torch he brought with him for the fox to return. He wasn't as concerned about stealth as he once was earlier, if only because he saw no guards anywhere.

Little John didn't have to wait long. Robin Hood rushed up to Little John with a big grin on his face. It was easy to find with the lit torch. He wasn't even concerned about Little John's light illuminated so brightly, he still didn't find a single guard himself. The moment the pair encountered each other, they opened their mouths and spoke "You'll never believe what I saw!" at the exact same time.

"Oh no, when I tell you what I saw, your jaw will be hitting the ground Little John!" Robin Hood said aloud with confidence. He was normally concerned about keeping himself concealed a little bit, but with all of the guards he saw busy with Prince John, he was more carefree now than ever.

"My jaw? Man, the Sheriff's belly was already on the ground! You know he's big? Well, he's even BIGGER now!" Little John said with a huge grin himself. He still couldn't believe the sight he saw, although he didn't want to mention the Sheriff's...nudity. That was the last thing anyone needed on their mind. Worse was the apparent sex that he was having. He still couldn't shake the image from his head, not because of arousal, but because of sheer disgust.

"That fat tub of lard had it coming." Robin Hood waved a paw dismissively. "But Prince John's gut, you should have seen it. He was surrounded by his guards and doing all sorts of stuff, all while getting his face crammed with what I assume was bread." Robin Hood left out the sexual bits that he saw as well. Although deep down, a nagging part of him, a very small part of him, told him that it was actually very attractive. "He's got the treasure in his room too, and it's not even guarded. We can go here and now and take it back to the town!" Thinking back on it, if he knew it was going to be as easy as it seemed, he could have tried it himself, but the treasure would have been too heavy to carry alone.

"Now that really doesn't sound like Prince John at all." Little John's grin suddenly turned into one of worry. He would only have imagined that Prince John would have set up a trap of some sort.

Robin Hood's own muzzle grimaced with Little John. "And the Sheriff is fat, but I can't imagine he could possibly get as large as you described that quickly. Was he doing anything unusual?"

"Best left unsaid." Little John could still picture the huge fat wolf, and the other wolves that surrounded him no less. He didn't get close enough to smell it, and he was very thankful for that. Hygiene wasn't much of a thing for Nottingham.

"Oh, I know what you mean by that." Robin Hood slowly came to the realization that Prince John and the Sheriff may have very likely been doing the same thing. "Something definitely isn't right with the two of them." He rubbed a paw against his chin, and looked down at the stone path beneath them. "Prince John is still greedy and selfish, but the way he was acting was totally off."

"Now that you mention it Rob, if I had walked right up to the Sheriff, I bet he wouldn't even arrest me, he'd probably just want me to do...things to him." Little John shuddered at the thought. Not that he was going to go back to the Sheriff and try to do anything to the fat blubbery wolf. "Maybe they got cursed or something, something with magic."

"Come, come old boy. Magic?" Robin Hood's tone suddenly changed, and he smacked Little John's back playfully. "I'd sooner believe they had their share of eating a whale before I'd believe in magic. Come on, let's go snatch that treasure. I would have grabbed it, but it's definitely too heavy for me to carry." He didn't mention how he thought it also seemed like a trap, but while his senses did pick up an oddity about the treasure, they did not detect any possibility of a trap. Robin Hood grabbed Little John and pulled him back towards the castle.

Little John willingly went with Robin Hood, but as he ran along the streets, he was getting a little worried. "Aren't we going to disguise ourselves? Sneak in? Anything Rob?" While they used to be welcomed into the castle, he was very much aware that with Prince John in charge, it was a very different story. He also knew that Robin Hood had snuck in before too.

"No need to when all of the guards are busy with Prince John." Robin Hood said with excitement in his voice. "Come along, the sooner we get to the treasure, the sooner we can distribute it to everyone in town."

Little John trusted Robin. With a chuckle, he nodded. "Sounds like it's time to do some more borrowing."

While the main gates to the castle were still drawn up, that never stopped Robin Hood and Little John before. The two easily swam across the moat and snuck in through the servant's quarters. Thanks to King Richard, any possible hazards in the moat had been removed long ago, and the servant's quarters were always unlocked. Along the way through the quarters, they had to pass by the pantry and kitchen. The pair paused in front of the pantry though, not due to their hunger, but something else caught their eye.

"The pantry is totally empty!" Robin Hood said aloud. Indeed, the place where the food was stored was barren. Empty sacks of rice and flour littered the floor. Barrels that once held fruit and vegetables were turned on their side, the pantry looked as if it had been ransacked by ravenous coyotes, the feral kind of course. While some food littered the floor, it was few and far between, as if whatever helped themselves to the food cared not for the mess they made. There was also a warm musky scent that lingered in the air, stronger than that of any of the food.

"You said Prince John was super fat, right?" Little John asked. "Do you think he could have...?"

Robin Hood was quick to figure out what Little John was thinking of, and just as fast to dismiss the idea. "No, no." he waved a paw with a chuckle, although half-hearted. "Maid Marian brought me down here once. Prince John could NEVER eat all of the food stored down here, no way."

"That reminds me. Where is Maid Marian staying nowadays Rob? I know you two got married awhile back. Shouldn't she be here helping us? Or at least staying in the castle?"

"She's staying in a mansion. She wasn't fond of the castle life, but she's not quite ready for our life yet." Robin Hood explained while the pair went into the empty kitchen. "She has been doing quite well with an arrow though, you should see her split an apple."

The kitchen looked as trashed as the pantry. Pots and pans piled high on the sink while remains of dough were littered around the oven, as if guards had been baking and cooking all day, but were now flat out of options with stuff to cook with. Other pieces of food littered the floor

"So, who DID eat all of that food then?" Little John had to ask. "And who even cooked them all?"

Robin Hood had just as much of an idea as to who ate it all as Little John did. He knew that many of the servants had left with Maid Marian, and the only thing that Prince John was left with was the guards that remained loyal to him. "Let's worry about these sorts of things after we get the treasure, okay?" Robin Hood took him through the kitchen, and into the giant dining room, and then finally up the stairs to Prince John's room. The path was long, though uneventful with lack of guards.

Little John followed Robin Hood. He noticed Robin Hood wasn't even trying to be sneaky, so he was trying just as little as well. He glanced around at the fancy castle, rarely getting a good look inside of it. He couldn't help but notice many of the rooms were seemingly identical, as if they were in a cheap cartoon, although he didn't say his thoughts out loud.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the treasure, and both saw that all too familiar chest. Little John couldn't help but stare at all of that shining gold, and those many trinkets that came with that money. "He's really leaving this unguarded, isn't he? Something doesn't feel right about this Rob. Not taking it, that's the right thing to do, but...why is he not even trying to defend all of this gold? That's enough to cover the repair costs of the castle!"

"Like Prince John would ever use the gold for that. Well, maybe to make his mom happy." Robin Hood rolled his eyes with a grin on his face. He grabbed one end of the treasure, and looked over to Little John. "Care to give me a hand with this, old boy? You've got far more muscle than me."

Little John made his way over to the other side of the chest and lifted it up. Only now, when the chest was open, Little John was able to get a good look inside at all the treasure and trinkets there were to offer. His eyes glistened as shiny as the gold inside the chest. Something deep down in his mind told him that he should take some of the treasure for himself. A gold ring with a red ruby stone stuck out from the top of the chest. He shook his head rapidly to get the thoughts out of his mind. "Rob, does something feel off about this treasure?" He felt a sense of paranoia about him. Taking the treasure, the objects in the treasure itself, nothing about it felt right, and he had a feeling of unease.

Robin Hood held the treasure from behind him. He turned his head to get a look back at the treasure, and he stared at it briefly. Just as his eyes seemingly began to sparkle, he turned away from the treasure, and shook his head. "It is tempting to keep it. Maybe that is because of how little we've been doing this lately though, we're out of touch. We forgot what it's like to have massive amounts of gold in our paws. Let's just get it to the tavern and distribute it to the townsfolk."

"Yeah..." Little John replied, although distracted as he kept staring down at the treasure. It was a good thing there were no guards shooting at them or trying to stop them, they likely wouldn't have stood a chance with how the duo kept their eyes down at the chest.

Robin Hood admittedly turned his head back more than once to get a look at the treasure. It was hard for him to take his eyes off of it, and the only reason he never tripped was because of how slow the two were actually going. The trip outside the castle was slower than the way in, but with nobody to stop them, it was an uneventful journey of carrying the treasure.

Shortly after they got out of the castle, Little John came to a realization as he was carrying the treasure. "Rob, I'm doing most of the heavy lifting, aren't I?" the treasure just felt heavier and heavier to him the longer he carried, and he noticed Robin Hood's side was slouching significantly, and Robin Hood's eyes were still on the gold. After a brief period of silence when Robin Hood didn't respond, Little John spoke up again. "Focus Rob!"

Robin Hood heard Little John, though it sounded like a faint echo in his head. He shook that head, and then looked up at Little John. "Huh? Oh, don't worry about me, I'm fine. There was just some treasure in there that looked..." Robin Hood mumbled the rest of his sentence underneath his breath.

Little John let go of the treasure with a grimace. The chest fell to the stone ground, just outside the castle, with a large thud. Coins didn't scatter, but a golden necklace shot out from the treasure, seemingly from the bottom of the chest through the coins and trinkets, and landed right onto the ground. "Come on Rob. I know it's been awhile, but you can't be THAT distracted by the treasure." Little John suddenly heard a whisper in the back of his mind that told him to look down at the gold, but he resisted that urge with ease. He led a good life, and no amount of gold was going to make that life better.

Robin Hood's fur suddenly stood on ends, and his eyes widened. He grit his teeth together as the chest landed directly on his foot. He pulled his foot out, and kneeled down to give it a quick massage. While he kneeled down onto the ground, he noticed the gold necklace, complete with blue sapphires in the front. His eyes sparkled as he stared at the treasure, and he soon quickly ignored the pain in his foot. He picked up the necklace, and smiled at little John. "You're right. Thing is, I keep thinking about Maid Marian. Do you think she would like this necklace?" As he held it, he had a strange sensation in his gut, one of pure hunger. He was one to resist his urges just as much as Little John could, if not more.

"I know you and her are married, but come on Rob, she's still a princess. There's no way she needs any more gold or jewelry. Sure she can't stay in the castle while Prince John's back in town, but she's still got to be absolutely loaded." Little John looked down at Robin Hood worriedly. He could tell something was deeply wrong with the fox. "What's going on with you Rob? Talk to me."

"I just uh..." Robin Hood continued to stare at the necklace. "Just call it a gesture, a friendly gift. I'm not giving her the entire treasure, no that belongs to the town, but think of it Little John. What use do the townsfolk have for the trinkets in this chest?"

Little John put a clawed finger to his bottom lip as he tried to think. "Uh..." He thought they could maybe use the gold shiny trinkets for trading, but the value of gold jewelry wasn't very easy to determine. People were often ripped off, even if they brought it to other towns.

"Exactly! They can give it to their girlfriends and such, but that is about all you can do. I just want to take this golden necklace, and give it to my wife. Is that so much to ask?" Robin Hood's eyes widened as he tilted his head up at Little John with an infamous puppy eyed look.

Little John stared down at Robin Hood's puppy eyed look. After a brief moment, he turned his head away. "Aw Rob, stop giving me that. I guess I can carry the chest to the local pub..." he dreaded the journey, but he knew it would be a peaceful one if nothing else.

Robin Hood didn't hesitate. "Thanks Little John!" Robin Hood gave Little John a quick friendly hug before he dashed off. "Don't worry! I'll be back! Thirty minutes, tops!" he shouted back to the bear as Robin Hood raced away with the necklace firmly in his hand.

"Considering you two like to try to make little kits on a regular basis, I'll give you more like an hour." Little John spoke quietly with an added chuckle as he watched the fox rush off in a hurry. He heaved the chest up, and waddled to the tavern. He dropped a few coins here and there along the way, but he didn't bother picking them back up. With no guards, and no Prince John to worry about, he knew those coins would just go to the local citizens anyways. As he dragged the chest, he could continue to hear whispers, but he ignored them, just thinking of the sound as nothing more than a breeze in the wind.

Robin Hood raced out of the town and towards Maid Marian's place. The mansion was a good distance away from the castle, and in fact, also a good distance away from many towns. Despite his speed, his hat didn't slip off of him. He was just beaming happily at the thought of giving Maid Marian such a beautiful necklace. Deep down, something felt off, but he ignored it. Instead, as he ran, his mind continued to nag him about wanting to eat, among other things. He resisted those urges, and the mansion was soon in sight.

The mansion looked more modern than the castle was. White stone blocks for walls and a wooden fence that surrounded the mansion. Unlike with the castle, there were guards stationed at their posts, but these guards were different. These guards wore black iron clad armor suits with a long polearm in one hand, and a shield with a picture of a fox on it with the other.

As Robin Hood approached the front gate, the guards stepped aside for him. Normally, they wouldn't step aside for anyone, but Robin Hood was an exception. He was, after all, the husband to Maid Marian. Sure, Robin Hood didn't change much about his life after marrying her, but he was still her husband. Robin Hood often took a sneaky approach in, just to mess with the guards, but today he was incredibly direct.

Maid Marian spent the night doing what she did many nights, staring out her window at the stars with a happy sigh on her face. She wore her normal pink outfit with a pink hood on. In truth, she wanted to do what Robin Hood did when it came to robbing the rich, and giving to the poor, but she wasn't brave enough. She knew she was richer than the average person as well, but Robin Hood didn't want her to give away any of her money! It was bizarre. It was something about how she earned her money, she wasn't a bad person, so she should keep it.

Robin Hood could have taken the front doors to the large estate that Maid Marian was in easily, but he wasn't one to barge in that direction. Even when he went through the front gates, he almost never took the front entrance inside the mansion. He rushed around the mansion to where Maid Marian's window was, not so concerned about hiding. It wasn't long before he was directly underneath Maid Marian's window. Unfortunately, she was on the second floor. While Robin Hood could have climbed up the vines that grew alongside the mansion, he decided to just let out a "Pst!" from underneath the window first.

Maid Marian recognized his voice, but not where he came from. "Hm?" Her fox ears perked up, and she glanced around the window. Atop the window, to the sides, she never knew where quite to expect Robin Hood. It was only when she looked down at the ground that she noticed him, and with a beautiful golden necklace. "Oh my, Robin? What are you doing here?" She knew that he lived here, but he almost never dropped by despite that. He was often off doing his own thing, helping the poor from the rich he would always claim. Some nights he would sleep with her, but it was only once in a blue moon.

"I'll take ten things a wife doesn't normally ask their husband." Robin Hood gripped the necklace in his teeth, and then hopped onto the vines below the window. He climbed the vines, and then jumped into Maid Marian's window with ease.

Maid Marian's room was decorated with pink. It almost looked like that of a young child's room with pink walls, giant plush animals, though the large bed was something a child might not have, curtains that surrounded the bed might have. It was a very feminine room. While Robin Hood had his own bedroom, and the two had a bedroom they also shared too, Maid Marian often stayed in her own room.

Maid Marian put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You're right, you should be here more often." Maid Marian wasn't surprised at Robin Hood's agile movements to get into her room so easily. "But I know you Robin, once a thief, always a thief." After a brief pause, she had to add. "I mean, a...what did you call it, borrower?"

Robin Hood dropped the necklace into his waiting hands. "That's one way to put it." He put one hand onto the pole of her bed, and twirled himself around it. His other hand casually twirled the necklace. "In any case, I brought you something." As he twirled around the bed, he casually tossed the necklace in her direction.

The necklace flew into the air, and while Maid Marian tried to catch it over her head, the gold necklace simply landed atop her head, right above her ears. She couldn't help but giggle and adjust the necklace to slide over her head afterwards. "I saw a man catch a necklace like that once, so I thought I might try it as well. Not as easy as he makes it look." As she slid on the necklace, she had a sudden funny sensation in her gut. It wasn't painful by any means, but she heard a low bass growl come from deep inside of her. She gently clenched her gut with a slight hint of worry on her face. She could only assume the sensation was because of excitement at seeing her husband once again.

"It's just an old parlor trick. Bit o' practice and you'll get it." As if to prove a point, Robin Hood grabbed one of her gently used golden necklaces on a dresser near the bed as he continued to twirl around the pole. He then tossed the necklace up in the air, spun around once, and caught the necklace around his neck with extreme ease. Once around, he took a glance at the golden chains of the womanly necklace that he just so casually took. "Looks fancy, but I'm not one to wear fancy things." He took it off, and just tossed it aside. He then turned his attention back to Maid Marian, and noticed her face. He stopped twirling on the pole, and landed right on the foot of her bed. "Are you doing alright?"

"I..." Maid Marian reached down to her stomach, and held onto it gently. "I believe perhaps the excitement of seeing you is getting to me. Either that, or I am hungry." Maid Marian glanced over to her dresser where she noticed a small plate of sticky buns that she had brought up earlier, a meager three buns, lukewarm at best with how long they have been sitting out. Maid Marian was a delicate eater. When she brought up the three, she thought that even that was going to be too much, and she would have left some for her own servants. "Robin Hood." She turned to the man she married. "Could you be a dear and get me some more sticky buns? Just in case it is my hunger and I need more." She wasn't concerned about leaving out more buns. Worst case scenario, she could toss the buns out for the mice.

Robin Hood didn't even ask any questions about Maid Marian's hunger. "But of course my dear." He bowed down just enough for his hat to fall off, which he caught with his hand. "I shall be as nimble and swift as...well, me." Robin Hood turned and left the room.

Once Robin Hood left, Maid Marian let out a small sigh. She grabbed one of the sticky buns, and ate it. She normally used a fork for such things, as it made her hands sticky and sweet, but she felt hungrier than normal. She enjoyed the sweet taste of the bun, the semi-warm interior, the honey glazed exterior, it may have been somewhat old, but it tasted fantastic. Yet her stomach growled again, so she grabbed another sticky bun, and then another. Before she knew what hit her, she had emptied the plate of buns entirely as she tried to grab a bun from the now empty silver platter. "Oh...oh dear, I hope Robin Hood will return with more buns soon." She said with a frown. Her stomach rumbled, as if it agreed with her.

Maid Marian laid onto the bed with a small sigh. She looked up at her smooth painted wooden ceiling as she waited. She often envied Robin Hood's lifestyle. His life was always filled with thrill and excitement, while she was stuck reading fantasy novels. Her stomach rumbled again, and when she went to take a look at her rumbling gut, her eyes widened. Every breath she took, as she breathed in, and out, her stomach stayed in the 'in' position when she breathed out. When she breathed back in, her stomach grew even more. Curiously, she pressed onto her gut, and noticed that it wasn't just air in her, but fat. "I'm...getting fatter?" she said out loud, not with a tone of fear, but one of curiosity.

Maid Marian pulled herself out of bed and got onto the wooden floor. Immediately her belly flopped partially exposed with its clean orange and white fur. She poked her exposed belly button with a raised brow, and her stomach grumbled in response. She felt her backside tense up, and with her tail raised and twitching, she let out a soft fart. She couldn't help but actually giggle. It was so unladylike of her, and it was so unusual. She hated the mundane life where nothing went on, and now here she was, getting fatter before her very eyes. She was getting sweaty underneath her fur too. "I know I should be alarmed at this unnatural growth, but this is just so...it's so different! And it's making me feel...mph...The way I feel when I watch Robin Hood perform daring feats." She said to herself.

Maid Marian turned to see herself in the mirror. Her largely pink outfit was beginning to show her swelling underneath her body. It wasn't just her belly, it was her ass, her tits, her thighs. She was growing fatter everywhere, slowly but surely. "Oh my." she reached forward to her front, and delicately fondled her growing tits. "Mph. This feels so GOOD." Her hands stroked her tits, gently squeezed her nipples, and then shifted downwards underneath her outfit, gently fingering herself. She could feel her human shaped cunt between her legs grow wet from arousal.

Part of Maid Marian wanted to undress to pleasure herself even more, yet at the same time, the thought of growing out and bursting from her clothes was also arousing. Her swollen stomach rumbled, and she gently brushed her growing gut. "What is taking so long with those sticky buns?" she asked herself. She knew Robin Hood to be a nimble fox, he was never one to be late when it came to pleasing her. "Surely his speed means the buns don't need to be cooked for so long!" she said aloud with a loud belch, one that just made her grin. "Does he not know how starving I am? And how...oh gods...horny I'm getting?!"

Maid Marian's dress started to strain with the excess weight she was putting on. Much of her belly, as well as the top part of her butt was revealed to the world, but her clothes could only take so much as she gained more fat. She weighed more than 200 pounds by now. With a rumbling gut, and a deep bass fart from her inflating ass, Maid Marian stuck her head out into the hallway. "Robin Hood?" she called out. She tried to sound as sweet and innocent as possible despite how horny she was feeling. She couldn't help but constantly stroke her wet nether lips between her legs, but the more weight she gained, the harder it was to keep her hand between her fattening thighs. She could smell the scent of sticky buns in the air, and it made her mouth water heavily. She licked her lips, and waddled down the hallway. Her mansion, while nowhere near as big as the castle, was still almost as impressive in terms of decor. At this time of night, what servants Maid Marian had were fast asleep in their own rooms, leaving just her and Robin Hood awake.

Maid Marian paused as she reached a large flight of stairs. She frowned as she pulled her hand away from her crotch, as she could no longer feel her vagina, just folds of fat. "Oh Robin...I need my husband now, for food AND fun." She said to herself with a rumbling fart. The gas was enough to make her smile, but she still felt so needy between her legs, and all Maid Marian's hand could feel was her growing gut, and her fattening thighs. "Oh Robin Hood...your wife needs you so BADLY." She said quietly as she walked down the stairs. The stairs was right in front of the main entrance to the mansion, and to the left was one of the many studies, while to the right was the dining room. Maid Marian, knowing the layout of her mansion, turned to the dining room.

The dining room was just as impressive as the mansion. A large rectangle table sat in the center with multiple wooden chairs lined up along the table. A pair of swinging doors stood at the far end of the dining room with two portholes to view the kitchen on the other side. The scent of sticky buns was even stronger in the dining room. Various paintings lined up the white walls, as did smaller tables with decorations of fake food, jewelry, and trinkets, much of them donated by Robin Hood himself.

Maid Marian wasn't just fatter, but slightly taller too. She was just a head taller than Robin Hood, but her gut pushed out so much in front of her that she couldn't see any sign of her feet. Her ass was almost begging to pour out from behind her dress. Her ears twitched at the occasional sound of ripping and tearing coming right from her body, as if her dress was ready to give away at any minute. She was getting so fat that her cheeks themselves looked chubby, and she had multiple rows of chins. If it wasn't for her innocent looking face and fine fur, it would have been hard to recognize who she was with all of her newfound fat.

As if it were convenient timing, Robin Hood walked out backwards from the kitchen. On his hands were two large silver platters, each with piles of sticky buns hot and fresh, so much so that the buns were still radiating their heat, but Robin Hood didn't seem to mind. He casually hummed a theme as he turned around, and then froze at the sight before him. He saw a huge, fat, fox, one that ripped a fart at the sight of him. "Uh...can I help you?" he asked, confused. The dress on the huge fox, as well as the fox's face looked so familiar, but the massive obese fox in front of him couldn't be who he thought it was.

Maid Marian giggled. She would have put her hands to her muzzle while doing so, but it was proving a challenge to even do that. Her flabby arms just couldn't reach beyond her growing tits. "Dear, it's me." She said with a belch. "Your loving, darling wife, don't you recognize me?" She turned her head and raised a leg. Her dress suddenly tore open with a huge rip during her pose. Her pure pristine clean outfit tore at the seams, leaving her mostly naked with shreds of her clothing left, leaving nothing to the imagination about her body. Her furry huge tits, her massive fat ass, and belly so big it was hiding her cunt, and if that weren't, her thighs would have sufficed in hiding it just fine. She looked as if she went from 200 pounds to a good 500, yet she just looked at Robin Hood with a mischievous grin. "Whoopsie!"

Robin Hood couldn't believe it at first. The outfit the fat fox wore was familiar, but her body wasn't. When the dress tore, Robin Hood took longer to study the blubbery creature. He stared at her massive tits that gently rested on her gut so big that he swore he could fit inside of it, and then he circled around her to see her huge rear, complimented by a tail that looked miniscule on her form. He couldn't deny the fur pattern. He set the sticky buns down on the large table, and gently brushed his paw on her thigh. "Maid Marian? What happened to you?!"

"Can't you tell? I'm more beautiful now than ever!" Maid Marian jumped slightly, making her entire body jiggle thanks to the fat she grew. "I think the necklace you got me must have done this to me, and honestly my dear husband, I could not be happier with the results!" She ended the sentence with a long deep belch, and a massive smile on her face.

Robin Hood was confused as to how Maid Marian could have gained such a massive amount of weight that fast. He noticed she was nude, with the exception of the necklace that still somehow fit around her neck, glistening underneath a roll of fat. "Perhaps the treasure is cursed..." he muttered to himself. It would have explained the previous kingdom, as well as Prince John's massive growth. His confusion was replaced with worry in a flash. "My dear...we have to get that necklace off of you!"

Maid Marian frowned down at Robin Hood, not realizing that moments ago, she should have been looking up at him, not the other way around. With a twitch of her tail and a casual fart, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Only if you'll fuck me after we remove it." She still felt so horny, yet nothing she could do would let her sate herself.

She's probably so fat she can't even reach between her legs, let alone the end of her breast. Robin Hood thought to himself before he replied. "Yes, yes, we'll have a quick round of fun, just get rid of the necklace first!"

"Ooohh fine." Maid Marian reached up to her neck, but she immediately encountered a problem. Her arms just couldn't reach. Her fat made bending her arms toward her significantly harder, and while she could easily touch the sides of her growing boobs, she couldn't reach up to the fat folds of her neck. "I can't seem to reach it my love, can you help me?"

Robin Hood took a deep breath as he looked over his lover. There was no good way to describe it; she was fat. He could barely even see the necklace underneath the folds of her multiple chins. He approached her body slowly, and reached up underneath her fat folds. He was able to grab hold of the necklace easily between the sweaty folds of her chins, though as he tried to pull it up, it got stuck. Maid Marian's fat was just too much for Robin Hood to get the necklace off her head. "We'll have to undo the clasp in the back." He tried to reach around her, something he had been able to do so easily before, but with her gut and newfound growth, he just couldn't reach behind from in front of her. "Hold on a moment." Robin Hood pulled back, and then walked behind her.

Maid Marian watched curiously. Her hunger and her sex drive were still unsated. She couldn't even reach the table where the sticky buns were located. "Once this necklace is off, we NEED to feed and fuck." She said with a moan as her stomach rumbled.

"Yes, yes. I'm just worried about your...health dear." Robin Hood responded. He stared at her backside, and her massive flabby ass. Her ass easily touched the ground and was so big it rolled out from behind her. Robin Hood hesitantly put his feet up right behind her ass, and reached up to the necklace underneath the rolls of her fat. It felt warm and moist between her head and shoulders. He found the necklace quickly, but as he tried to work the clasp, his eyes widened. He couldn't find any clasp on the back. "It...I'm not sure how to get this off." He knew he was better than that. He was creative, smart, and many other things, yet Maid Marian's problem baffled him, and despite how he could almost always think of a way out of a bad situation, he couldn't think of a way to get the necklace off of Maid Marian without causing harm to her.

Maid Marian took a breath to speak, but instead her flabby ass let out a fart. "Oh well." She leaned down towards Robin Hood, though it was hard to lean back without falling back all the way. "We'll just have to get right to feeding and fucking then."

Robin Hood looked up at Maid Marian's back fat. He watched the blubber lean down with her. He was quick to move out from behind her, and he frowned at her fattening form. He saw her belly that stood so tall that it was almost bigger than him, and tits bigger than melons. "While I am sure you so need both food and...Pleasure, we must find a way to remove that necklace and fix your body."

Maid Marian frowned at Robin Hood. She took a deep sigh as she tried to reach down for her cunt. While she couldn't reach her cunt, she could reach her massively fat tits. "But...can't we just feed and fuck a little bit Robin?" Maid Marian asked, giving him wide sad eyes. "Please, just for a little bit?" she repeated.

Robin Hood knew he wasn't going to win this. He was concerned for Maid Marian, but she wasn't rude or demanding to him. He wasn't one to upset her either. "I...suppose we can. Like you said though, just a little bit."

Maid Marian clapped her hands together with glee, wiggling her fat folds as she did. "Okay, put the sticky buns on my tits so I can reach them, then have at it! Let's fill up my stomach with more than just fat tonight!"

Robin Hood didn't know what to say. He didn't want to support Maid Marian's growth, but at the same time, he didn't want to upset her either. "Of...of course." He replied in a normal tone. He picked up the plate of sticky buns on the table, and set them down onto Maid Marian's massive tits, just low enough so the bottom of the plate would rest on the top of her large belly. Robin Hood then went between Maid Marian's thighs, and he stared at her belly so massive that it covered up her crotch. He took a deep breath, and with his body, shifted her fat forward so he could get access to her nether folds.

Maid Marian reached out with both hands, wriggling her fingers, and licking her lips. She grabbed a sticky bun, and stuffed it in her mouth. She didn't care about the crumbs, nor did she care about how messy or sticky her hands and face were getting. She was hungry, she was horny, and she needed both of that sated. She giggled when Robin Hood moved her belly. Her fat was so big she couldn't see the bottom half of Robin Hood. "Hehe, all of this fat is just more of me to love, don't you think?!"

Robin Hood wasn't sure how to even respond. He was often honest with her with a witty undertone, but nothing he would say about her weight would get through to her. He knew she was a fat blubbery horny lard, just like so many other beings that put on the treasure. He was mentally kicking himself for not having found it out sooner, before he put the necklace around Maid Marian's neck. "Y-yes..." he lied, his words so quiet that Maid Marian was unlikely to hear him. He raised his skirt to reveal his human looking shaft, average for a fox of his size, and having found Maid Marian's nether folds, he slowly penetrated Maid Marian with his cock. He barely had an erection, but he couldn't deny his wife something she so desperately needed.

Maid Marian chewed on her sticky bun, and squeezed her tits together happily as she felt her husband's cock up against her cunt. She could barely move her body down onto his shaft, though she let out a fart, and then a laugh. "Hehe...gotta make room for your cock! Come on! Hump and pump hard and fast!"

Robin Hood slowly nodded without a word of response. He heard her fart, he could almost feel her fat shake from the gas, but he didn't stop. With her human shaped cunt, and his human shaped cock, he slowly pushed into her, and started humping her. He could barely even see her with her belly as big as it was, and he could almost feel her thighs brush up against him with how fat she was.

"Faster!" Maid Marian said with a mouthful of sticky buns. She devoured bit by bit, and with each bun, it looked as if it were adding more than ten times its size to Maid Marian's frame, her belly, her butt, and multiple parts of her continued to grow bigger and fatter. By the time the plate was half empty, her gut looked as if she weighed more than 700 pounds, but she didn't care. "Fuck harder!" She arched her back happily, but with how obese her body was, it made it incredibly hard to tell.

Robin Hood continued to pound and please her vulpine pussy as she grew. He noticed her fat folds continued to grow larger and wider. He was already fighting against her belly to stay near her cunt, but now it was becoming even more of a challenge. He stared at her belly, not even focusing so much on the sex as her weight grew so massive. Maid Marian's belly fat pushed him underneath her once it got big enough, hiding Robin Hood underneath her lard.

Maid Marian lost sight of Robin Hood with her belly as huge as it was. She could still feel him wiggle underneath her belly though, and it was enough to make her moan happily in pleasure. "Yes! Fuck yes! Right there!" she wasn't even sure if Robin Hood could hear her, but she didn't care. She was getting pleasured, she was getting fed. She was in pure bliss. She ate more sticky buns off of the silver plate that rested between her tits and her belly with a huge grin on her face.

Robin Hood was buried underneath a wave of lard and fur. He was still fucking Maid Marian as best as he could, but it felt more as if he were fucking the fat folds near her pussy, rather than her vagina itself. He could still hear the muffled moans of Maid Marian, he could also feel the heat and sweat build up as he was buried in her fat. How long is she going to want this? He thought to himself. His body hardly aroused for such fun times. He remembered the fat horny people from the kingdom prior, as well as the sight of Prince John. Will her lust never be sated? He thought again. If such thing were true, he knew that not even he would last for very long.

Maid Marian couldn't see Robin Hood, but she felt him, and that was enough to make her wiggle and fart, and belch, happily. "Keep humping, keep fucking!" she reached for another sticky bun, but the plate was empty. She may have been a horny growing slob, but she knew her husband was too busy fucking her. She looked at the other plate of sticky buns on the table, and licked her lips. Her drool dribbled down her multiple chins. She reached over to grab it, but she just couldn't reach, and her flabby arms couldn't even move for even short periods without her getting exhausted. "Oh...oh my...SERVANTS!" Maid Marian called out. "I require some assistance!"

It wasn't long before a good three servants entered, two male and one female, all three of them foxes. Maid Marian almost never required assistance, so to hear her yelling brought them in but quickly. The men each wore a black tuxedo, and the female had a French maid uniform on. All three of their jaws dropped upon seeing Maid Marian's much larger form. Had she not spoken like Maid Marian did, albeit with a slightly deeper tone, she would have been almost unrecognizable. "Maid Marian?" One of the servants asked. "What happened to you?"

"The better question is why aren't one of you making more sticky buns, and why aren't another one of you feeding me sticky buns while my husba-urrp-and fucks me?" Maid Marian didn't want to sound irritated, but as horny and hungry as she was, it was difficult to control her emotions.

The servants were confused. They looked over to Maid Marian's massive stomach, and they could barely make out a second person underneath Maid Marian's fat. She had so much weight she looked as if she almost weighed a ton at minimum. "Y-yes Marian, right away." The female took a small bow before she went off into the kitchen.

The other two servants were unsure about what to do. Eventually, one of them walked over and took the other plate of sticky buns, and began to feed Maid Marian. "H-here you go ma'am." He spoke with a nervous voice.

The remaining servant watched what was going on with a horrified expression. He looked at her belly, but the only thing he saw there was movement underneath her belly. Remembering what she had just said, he could only assume that Robin Hood was underneath her lard. With Maid Marian distracted by the feeding, the servant slowly made his way between Maid Marian's fat legs, and he stared at her belly. He made out two fox tails, and it was then he confirmed that Robin Hood was definitely there. He took a deep breath, and grabbed onto Maid Marian's massive fat folds, and raised them to see a naked Robin Hood fucking Maid Marian. "Mister...Robin Hood?"

Robin Hood tried to get himself aroused, he continued humping and pumping, but at this point, his cock was only half erect. He wasn't even sure he was reaching Maid Marian's fat cunt, but he could feel warm wet folds of some sort that he was fucking. He was also feeling incredibly hot underneath the fat and fur that was Maid Marian's stomach. Upon hearing a voice, he turned his head to see a servant. "Oh, Charles! Good timing. Listen, I need you to do me a favor so we can help Maid Marian out of this situation!"

The servant stared at Robin Hood underneath the fat. He had to hold Maid Marian's growing fat belly over his head, and lean down a bit, just to see the fox underneath Maid Marian's belly. "What is it sir? I will do whatever it takes for the good of Maid Marian."

With a swift nod, while Robin Hood kept fucking Maid Marian, he waved the servant closer. "Take my place fucking her." He stated bluntly.

"W-what?!" The servant was baffled. The fat Maid Marian possessed muffled his started voice. "S-sir I couldn't do that. She is your wife."

"Look, she's horny, she's hungry, and she needs someone fucking her and someone feeding her. There's no way I'm going to be able to orgasm under these conditions." Robin Hood was getting hot underneath the sweaty folds of Maid Marian's huge belly. "You can either take my place fucking her, or you can go and figure out a cure with Little John." All the time Robin Hood spoke, he kept humping and pumping, his cock only somewhat erect, and his thoughts unable to focus on pleasure.

The servant hesitated at Robin Hood's answer. "V-very well sir..." the servant took a deep breath, and then undressed. He folded his clothes neatly, and set them aside. Both he and Robin Hood looked very similar when naked, just that the servant's fur was neater. "Do you think the Maid Marian will...notice the difference?" The servant looked up at Maid Marian, though he couldn't see his face beyond the fat.

Robin Hood was a cunning liar. He had a feeling that Maid Marian might catch on to him quickly though if he were to leave. "She will be fine." Robin Hood said to the servant. In truth, he wasn't certain, but he wasn't going to stay here fucking her all night when he could be out searching for a way to help her. "Now, come take my place."

It was as if the two were swapping positions with the most important role in their lives. Robin Hood timed it out, and the two swapped with Robin Hood moving to the side, and the servant fucking Maid Marian instead.

Maid Marian couldn't see down between her legs. She could barely make out two fox tails underneath the folds of her belly fat. She wasn't even paying attention as it was, she was getting her face stuffed with sticky buns. She felt the humping and pumping of Robin Hood stop briefly, and while she was about to shout something, she felt it picked back up right after, but she could tell that something was different about the sex, something was off. The cock in the folds of her fat was much more erect than it was before. She wasn't focused on the difference for long though, as she let out a loud belch.

Robin Hood raised Maid Marian's fat folds, and moved out from underneath her. He turned back, and he could only see Maid Marian's belly shifting about as the servant fucked her from underneath. He wasn't even sure he had been spotted yet. He was covered in sweat with matted fur that smelled like a combination of her scent, and his own. With a grimace on his face, he turned, and tried to sneak away, using Maid Marian's belly fat to stay out of her line of sight.

Maid Marian let out another belch before she stuffed another sticky bun into her waiting maw. She turned her head to the side to notice a naked fox walking away. She could tell, just based on the fox's backside, just who it was. "Robin? Where is my husband leaving?" she asked, and after a good minute, she added. "And who is it that is fucking me?" Despite the situation, she didn't seem angry about it.

Robin Hood froze in his footsteps upon hearing Maid Marian. She's a fat blubbery horny lard, but she knows how to pay attention. He thought to himself. Nervously, he turned to Maid Marian, and scratched the back of his head. "I...I am deeply worried about you Maid Marian. I'm going to find a way to get that necklace off of you, and find a cure for you!"

Maid Marian raised a brow at Robin Hood. There was a moment of almost silence, with the only sounds being the wet noise of her being humped underneath her belly. She opened her mouth, and took in another sticky bun a servant fed her, before she nodded. "Oh, okay Robin. Take your time, and don't worry too much about me. I'll be fine here!"

With a deep sigh of relief, Robin Hood rushed away from Maid Marian, forgetting that he was completely naked.

Meanwhile, Little John had arrived at the pub with the treasure by the time Robin Hood had fled Maid Marian's place. Little John was in the middle of distributing the gold and jewelry amongst the townsfolk. It was a little harder without Robin Hood around, especially to keep an eye on the treasure, but he managed. He sat in the back of the bar with the giant chest on the floor beside him. The treasure hadn't been emptied that much just yet.

Friar Tuck was next in line to receive something from Little John. As he stepped up, he glanced around briefly. "Did Robin Hood help you this time, Little John? Where is he?" he asked in his happy tone. He wasn't concerned about the fox, more curious. He knew Robin Hood was more than capable of taking care of himself. It was odd to not see Robin there to distribute the treasure with Little John though. Each time Robin and Little John got a haul of goods and gold, he was always there to see the smiles on the faces of everyone.

"He's off visiting the wife, you know how it is." Little John replied with a smile, and a casual dismissive wave. "He'll be here in a few hours I imagine, as soon as Maid Marian...repays him for his gift. Speaking of gifts..." Little John dug into the chest, and he pulled out a pair of golden goblets. The goblets were laced with large red rubies on the sides, and almost big enough for someone to stick their head in. "Here you go, Tuck." Little John had been experiencing a lot of strange funny sensations in his gut with every item he gave away recently. It was something he ignored though. He just passed it off as hunger, and he could easily sate that after he was done handing out all of the treasure. The sensations he felt that he just passed as hunger were quickly dismissed when the treasure left his hands, although they were quick to return the moment he touched another piece of gold from the chest.

Tuck's eyes glistened at the sight of the goblets. He took both of them in his empty hands, and felt the same sensations that Little John felt in his large gut. Tuck was used to the sensation of hunger in his belly, yet he could tell this feeling wasn't one of hunger, nor one of needing to use the bathroom, but something else entirely. It distracted him for a moment as he looked down at that large gut of his before he looked back at Little John. "W-why thank you Little John, the Church will absolutely appreciate these items. I'm going to go drop them off right now so I don't forget." With a light laughter, and a hint of nervousness added to that laugh, Tuck walked off with the gift in hand over to the church.

On his way to the church, Tuck's fingers felt the shiny golden goblets. They felt like cold metal, yet they looked absolutely pristine, as if they had never been drunken out of. Curiously, Tuck smelled the inside of the cup, wondering if there was a faint odor of anything or if they needed to be cleaned in water first, yet he picked up no signs of dirtiness. Part of him thought about just keeping them put on display so they never became ruined, but if there was one thing being at the church taught him, it was that he should not be prideful.

At this time of night, the church was mostly empty. Only two other beings were even inside the church, Otto the dog, and Sexton the Mouse. While Otto didn't live in the church, he was a volunteer. He used to have a cast on his leg, but had since recovered. He did still have the crutch, and a small limp to his form. Most of the tasks assigned to him in the church thankfully required just sitting, or standing in one place. Sexton had the 'simple' task of cleaning the piano keys. Unfortunately with his size, it was an incredibly LONG task. Even at this time of night, he was only two thirds finished with it. He held with him a toothbrush, and had to pull along a thimble with sealed holes filled with soapy water to clean up the keys.

Tuck burst through the two doors into the church with the goblets in hand, and a happy grin on his face. While it looked as if his eyes were closed with glee, they were open enough to see. "I'm back! Robin Hood and Little John contributed these to the church." He raised the golden goblets up into the air with pride. "They will make for a perfect decoration next to the bowl of wine." With a hearty laugh, Tuck walked up past the many wooden seats, and placed the goblets on a large table where a clear massive bowl of purple wine sat. Other cups and glasses sat on the table as well, though none as nice and clean as the golden goblets he had just placed.

Otter's eyes glittered at the sight of the drinks. "Those are some beautiful goblets. Did people truly drink out of those?"

Tuck leered his eyes as he looked at the goblets carefully. "The size of the jewels look like they would interfere with the lips of those who might try. But in any case, it's time we empty the wine bowl tonight and prepare it for tomorrow." Tuck reached down to lift the bowl of wine, but as he tried to lift it, his back cracked loud enough for Otto and Sexton to hear. "Ack!" he let go of the bowl, and quickly bent down. He held onto his rear with one hand while he rapidly rubbed his back with the other. He knew it was too much to ask for Otto or Sexton to help him out with the wine, and he didn't want to dump it onto the floor. Thankfully the pain was quick to subside, and with another loud crack, he arched his back to stand up straight once more. With a small smile now on his face, he looked to the two. "Perhaps you two would like to join me in a quick toast?"

Otto looked over worriedly, but then hearing Tuck's mention of a toast, he chuckled. It looked as if Tuck made quite a quick recovery. "So long as your back is okay, you're the only one that can do the heavy lifting around here!" Crutch underneath his arm, he made his way over to the bowl step by step.

Sexton made his way to the side of the piano, grabbed onto the leg, and slid down it like a pole. He landed on his rump with a soft 'umph', and then made his way over to the wine bowl. "Are you sure you're okay Tuck? That was quite a loud crack."

Tuck reached down an open palm for Sexton to walk onto. He then gently placed Sexton onto the table where the wine was. "I am fine Sexton. My body may ache from time to time, but it is nothing to worry about." Tuck looked down at the various glasses, and while he considered using the older cups, the golden goblets seemingly called to him to drink out of them. "Well, I'd hate for these new cups to not get used." Tuck dunked both golden goblets into the wine bowl, and then with a small thimble, made a glass for Sexton by lightly dipping it into one of the goblets. He then distributed the thimble to Sexton, and one goblet to Otto. Tuck then raised his glass between the two. "To Robin Hood and Little John, two of the finest men this world could ever ask for."

"Here, here!" Otto and Sexton said at the same time. The two golden goblets, as well as the tiny thimble clanked together, and the three helped themselves to the wine. The wine in the bowl was fairly old and warm, but at this day and age, any drink that wasn't harmful to their health, and one that had at least some decent flavor to it, was a pleasure to drink out of.

Normally, such a sip of wine would not be enough to get anyone intoxicated, yet, as Tuck's stomach rumbled from a weird sensation, his eyelids drooped up and down slowly. The wine was unbelievably quick to hit his system. With a light hiccup, he looked down at the wine. "Oh my, how long has that wine been sitting out for?"

Otto and Sexton exchanged glances. Otto felt a funny sensation in his stomach when he took a sip of that wine, though Sexton felt none. "Just this morning." Sexton replied. "Does it taste funny?"

Tuck's head quickly shot to the side to take a look at that mouse on the table. He heard the 'funny' from Sexton echo, and he couldn't help but giggle. "You don't need to repeat yourshelf, just because there's three of ya." Even his speech was already slurred.

"Wine doesn't normally impact someone that quickly..." Otto muttered. He took another bit of the wine with his goblet, and raised his glass for another sip. Unfortunately, he missed the mark as he raised the glass, and the wine spilled onto Sexton.

The splash was minor, but huge to the mouse below "Hey!" his black and white church uniform got soaked in the liquid. He even got some of it in his mouth. Only moments after the wine touched his lips, his stomach rumbled with a strange sensation. "Omph. Maybe that wine is going bad." It wasn't a painful sensation, but enough to alert Sexton that something was definitely wrong.

Otto grimaced down at the wine. "We can fill up our goblets with it and just carry it that way until it is light enough to carry." The dog dunked his goblet back into the wine bowl to overfill his cup. He then turned around, and began to walk back into the church's kitchen. After a brief moment, he turned around to check on Tuck. "Coming?"

Tuck's eyes stared down at the bowl of wine, his mouth agape. "Huh?" he raised his head. "Oh yeah, what are we doing again?" Even though he apparently had no idea what the plan was, he filled up his golden goblet with more wine anyways.

"We were going to get rid of this wine, glass by glass, until you can lift up the bowl." Otto replied with a bit of a concerned look. "It's clearly no good anymore. We don't want anyone getting ill from drinking it."

"Well, we COULD just dump it, but you know, it would be SHO much easier if we just drank it until we could lift it." Before either Otto or Sexton could say anything, he tilted down the goblet to drink it. A lot of the wine spilled onto his cheeks, and onto his outfit, but he didn't seem to notice, or care.

"If the wine is b-b-bad, we shouldn't drink any of it!" Sexton said alarmed as Tuck took another swig of that wine. He was concerned. Tuck already looked so drunk so quickly.

Otto made his way back to the wine bowl. "Come on Tuck, snap out of it. You're a man of the church, not a boozehound." He would have shaken him, though he had one hand on his crutch, and the other on his goblet.

Tuck's eyelids moved up and down out of unison once more. With a hiccup, he giggled at Otto. "Boozehound. You're a boozehound. You're a literal dog, you have to be the boozehound!" He filled up his goblet, and splashed it at Otto's face.

Otto's head tilted to the side, and he closed his eyes as the wine splashed on his face. His mouth slightly open, he took in a bit of the taste. He already had a goblet full of wine earlier, and now it was beginning to impact his system, slowly, but surely. "What does that make you then?"

After a delay that was short to Tuck, but much longer to Ottoe, Tuck raised his goblet up into the air. "The lord of -hic- wine!" Tuck said aloud happily, with a hiccup. "The...the...worshh...the shipper...wine!" He dunked his goblet into the wine again, and had himself another gulp without even thinking, drinking the wine as if it were water in a desert.

Sexton looked up at Tuck worriedly, and then turned to Otto. "W-w-we need to get him away from this wine." Not that Sexton was exactly sure how they were even going to be able to perform such a feat.

Otto's stomach rumbled again with a funny sensation. He looked down at the bowl, and then down at Sexton. "Eh...no harm in being a little tipsy if it makes lifting the bowl easier. I guess..." It was a terrible line of rational, but he followed it anyways with another dunk, and another swig into his maw. "Besides, more for us means less for Tuck, who is already looking really drunk. Better make sure he doesn't drink enough to harm himself, right?"

Sexton was confused as the two drank. His stomach rumbled funnily again, and then he looked to the wine bowl. The bowl was so big he could bathe in it, something he hadn't even thought of up until now. The idea was oddly far more tempting than it should have been. He crawled up to the lip of the bowl and stared down at his reflection. He swore he heard a voice in his head that wasn't his own just telling him to dive on in. With a deep breath, Sexton slid into the wine, soaking himself, and drinking up the wine.

Fifteen minutes later, the bowl of wine was halfway gone. Otto, Sexton, and Tuck each drank an excessive amount, although for every one goblet full Otto had, Tuck had two, and Sexton didn't have quite nearly as much. Not only were they clearly getting quite drunk, all of their eyes turning red, hiccupping and laughing, but they were also getting fat. Tuck was already fairly large, but Otto and Sexton's bellies had grown slightly chubby.

"Robin Hood is a really great guy." Tuck said with a slurred speech. "Like, really great. Like, if he and I could fuck, I wouldn't hesitate with the guy." He didn't even listen to his own words as he just helped himself to another drink of the wine.

Otto looked at Tuck confused. His eyelids constantly swayed up and down. "You two can fuck though, like, ass or mouth and stuff." His speech was just as slurred as Tuck's.

"Whaaat?" Tuck tilted his head. After a sudden belch, he shook his hand in front of him. "No, no. A guy can't fuck another guy. It'sh just not poshi...poshibab...it can't be done."

After a small hiccup from Sexton, he tugged Tuck's robe. "But they can. I think it's called uh...uh...I don't know what it's called." He had been bathing in the wine for the past fifteen minutes before he got out of it. His outfit was absolutely ruined, forever stained the color of the wine.

Tuck held up two index fingers, and pointed them together. "This is how it would look for two guysh." He couldn't help but chuckle. "Finger penis...hehe..." he bumped the two fingers together repeatedly with a grin on his face.

Otto watched Tuck's two fingers collide together. "That'sh...that'sh frotting I think. Ish still shexu...she...ish a sex thing." Otto's speech was getting slurred from how drunk he was getting too. His chubby belly bumped up against the table as he helped himself to another glass of wine.

Tuck stared down at his two fingers when Otto at least semi tried to explain what it was. Not understanding, possibly due to simply how drunk he was, Tuck opened up his robe to reveal a brown shirt, and underwear. He undressed completely to show off his chubby belly and normal human shaped cock, already partially erect. "Letsh sheee is it really is." Friar let out a fart, but just dismissed it with a laugh.

Otto took a moment to realize what Tuck was doing. As he was quite drunk himself, he took off his own clothes, having minor difficulty with the crutch, but managing to undress with largely one hand. Once naked, he pressed his gut up next to Tuck's. Their own pot bellies made it hard for even their two human shaped cocks to touch, both of which were roughly average in length. "Okay I shee your point." Otto said as he looked down at the bellies, just giggling as he said that, his own words were amusing to him as he couldn't see anything beneath their stomachs. Otto could feel that rumbling grumbling stomach of Tuck's, but he couldn't feel his cock very well at all.

Sexton looked down from the top of the table. Maybe it was because he was feeling like the odd one out now, though regardless he too undressed out of his soaked clothes, and let them flutter to the ground. "Maybe if you two moved your fat beautiful bellies out of the way!" Sexton wasn't as slurred with his speech, although he was still about as drunk as Otto. His mind was just about as fogged too.

Otto and Tuck simultaneously moved their fat chubby bellies upward to show off their cocks. Together, they were able to push their shafts up against each other, and feel the pleasure that came with it. While the pleasure was minor, it was enough to make Tuck moan lightly, and Otto so pleasured, that he was distracted and let out a quiet fart from his ass cheeks without a second thought. "Thish ish good." Tuck happily said with a hiccup. In his drunken haze though, he thought it was the only thing two men could do together.

Otto held his chubby gut with one hand, while his other moved down to Tuck's shaft, and slowly stroked it. "We can do SHO much more though."

Tuck was still confused, not that it was a very hard task to do when he was drunk. His chubby stomach grumbled again, and he smacked his lips. "Hold that...uh...hold that. I need some more wine to drink." He dunked his goblet downwards, and when he lifted it up to his lips, he found no wine to drink from. He glanced down at the bowl, and noticed the bowl had been completely emptied. He didn't even remember emptying it, yet there it was, a lack of wine. "Oh no!" he hiccupped loudly. "What will we do?!"

All three of them took a thinking pose, each with a finger tapping their chin. After a long moment of silence, Sexton had a realization. "Don't we have a large barrel full of wine downstairs?" Sexton asked. Still not quite as drunk as the other two, he also knew something else. "B-but we should save some for the church."

"Robin Hood can always get more." Tuck waved his hand dismissively. He turned away, and with a casual fart towards Otto and Sexton, he went into the back of the church.

Otto and Sexton exchanged glances before they rushed after Tuck, at least, rushed as fast as someone with a crutch as a tiny mouse could. As drunk as the pair were, they stumbled on even the most straightforward barren hallway to the back of the church.

The back of the church was kept very simple and plain as the only ones that used it were those that needed a place to stay for the night, or in Tuck's case, lived there. It had beds for all three of them, a very tiny one for Sexton. There was also a small entryway into the cellar below, and it had been opened. Down beneath, the sound of laughing, drinking, farting, and hiccupping could be heard, all coming from the same being. Unfortunately, there was a ladder to get down, and Sexton had problems climbing down it due to his size, as did Otto due to needing a crutch. Had Otto and Sexton been sober, they would have likely yelled at Tuck to come out, but instead, they climbed down the ladder in incredibly awkward ways to get into the church basement. Getting down wasn't too difficult. Sexton was able to slide down the side while Otto relied on his two hands and one foot to get down step by step. Getting back up the ladder was going to be another matter entirely, not that either of them were worried about it with how drunk the two were.

Beyond the ladder was a wall filled with barrels, and while many of them were empty, Tuck had his head underneath an uncorked one, that same uncorked one flowed wine into his open maw. His stomach churned as it visibly grew larger. His body seemed to have no limits, he just continued to swallow drop after drop, not caring whatever splashed around his lips.

Had Otto and Sexton not been drunk, they would have been concerned, instead, the two raced, at least as fast as a dog that needed a crutch and a mouse could race, towards the wine, all to help themselves to the large barrel with Tuck.

The three helped themselves to the barrel bigger than Tuck, which from Tuck's growing burbling belly, really did say something. Otto put his head right beside Tucks, and Sexton got between the pair. As Tuck's stomach grew, so did his gas. He let rip fart after fart, but neither Otto or Sexton seemed to care, in fact as their bellies grew with Tuck, they ripped farts and belches of their own, not so much being pleasured to it, but enjoying releasing that pressure from their ass and mouths. The three were getting hot and pleasured from both the drunken haze they all had, and something else, something none of them could figure out, not that they would have been able to even while sober.

Otto looked down at Sexton as the mouse drank the droplets from the wine that Tuck couldn't get onto his lips. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the mouse's bare ass and long tail. While Sexton didn't have much of a body on him previously, the weight he was gaining gave him, not just a chubby belly, but a slight ass that wobbled behind him. Otto couldn't help but reach down, and give that ass a light tap with one of his furry digits.

Despite the tap being light, it felt harder to Sexton. His ass jiggled, and he turned up to Otto. Sexton would have normally been offended at such a slap to his ass, he would have had words and questions for Otto, but as he looked up at Otto, he could only see a massive gut, and a human shaped cock underneath it, a cock that was as big as him. He wanted to say something, but his addled mind couldn't bring out the proper words to ask what, or why. He just stared up at that gut and cock with his mouth agape. His thoughts weren't drifting to why he was smacked in the ass, but now how to repay such a deed.

Otto reached down and picked up Sexton gently. He lifted up the naked mouse, and set him atop his chubby belly. "Did anyone ever...ever tell you that you're a shexy mouse?" Otto paused momentarily, his eyes wide, as if he came to a realization. "Hehe...Sexton sexy!"

Sexton let Otto take hold of him and place him on that fat dog gut. Sexton could feel the warmth off of the dog's body, and the breathing of his lungs, as well as even his heartbeat on his tiny feet. Hearing his name being mentioned, he couldn't help but giggle. "Sex...ton. Sexy ton. I am a sexy ton!" He fell back against Otto's stomach with a laugh.

Tuck could hear the two talking, and just laughed as he drank from the wine casket. His mouth positioned lower than the wine, he let it flow into his maw like a waterfall. His belly continued to bloat, bigger and fatter, and his flabby ass let rip another fart. His legs spread, his human shaped cock exposed to Otto and Sexton, despite how much bigger his belly was still getting. He couldn't even think about being worried about the new weight he was gaining. He was simply too drunk to care.

"Not a ton like Tuck." Otto took a seat onto a wooden chair nearby, making his stance easier so he didn't need a crutch. "But still shexty!" Otto held onto Sexton with one hand, and rubbed him up and down his human shaped cock. He couldn't help but laugh at the comparison. His cock and Sexton's size were almost identical, except his shaft was thicker and harder. The mouse was flabby and soft.

Sexton, being as drunk, and slowly aroused as he was, lightly hugged that cock as he was rubbed up and down on it. He didn't question where Otto moved him to, he was having fun. His small mouse tongue stuck out and licked that shaft as Otto moved him around it. There was no way Sexton was going to be able to fit around that shaft, yet there came a point when Sexton slid from Otto's grip, not that it was a challenging task to do, and straddled the top of Otto's cock, trying to push his mouse asshole around that large cock head. It would have been hard to keep balance, but he was able to rest his back against Otto's growing belly as he made his attempts to push down on his shaft.

Otto giggled nonstop at Sexton's attempt. Sexton's asshole was tiny compared to Otto's cock. His mind drunk heavily with wine however, it didn't stop him from trying to help get that mouse ass around his shaft. He pushed Sexton's chubby ass down on his shaft, trying to get that little mouse ass around his cock. After a slow realization that he wasn't going to easily get that mouse down on his cock, he concluded. "We need lube!" He reached out with one hand and got his hand soaked in the wine that Tuck drank from that seemingly endless barrel of wine that spilled everywhere. His hand properly soaked, he stuck a lone digit into Sexton's ass, soaking his inner rear. While his cock was hard to get inside Sexton's ass, his 'fingers' weren't quite as difficult.

Sexton moaned softly at the digit in his ass. It stretched him, but he could feel the warmth of that wine rub up all over inside his ass. "Ooohhh wine good for drinky AND luby!" he moved his ass away from Otto's finger, and impatiently tried to get Otto's cock in his ass again. While Otto's finger certainly helped, it wasn't quite enough. "Use a bigger finger!" Sexton said with a hiccup, and a fart on that large mushroom head cock. "Use two! Make me big and stre...str...make my ass big!"

Tuck raised his head as Otto and Sexton were going at it. "If you guys are fucking each other, I want something too!" His speech was still heavily slurred. The wine poured on his head as he had to raise it to talk to them, but even with his head raised, his massive belly blocked a lot of the view for Otto and Sexton. His belly must have been doubled in size easily, which given Tuck's size previously, was saying something.

Sexton had to give some thought as to how to pleasure the ball of lard that was Tuck. Of course it was a drunk thought, so it involved a lot of giggling, and it took an incredibly long time to come up with something even half decent. "If you can...can get up, then I'll suck your dick." Sexton teased with another hiccup. Even he could tell that Tuck's belly had grown absolutely enormous.

Tuck put his hands onto the ground, then his feet. His arms and legs, absolutely flabby with fat, tried to lift his body upwards. Unfortunately he was so fat that he couldn't even lift himself up. He was no bigger than the Sheriff had grown, but his body was weaker. After a few attempts at getting up, and not even moving an inch vertically, he stopped trying and just waved a hand of dismissal. "You should still do it cause...cause it'sh the right thing to do!" he was a man of the church, he could normally come up with very good reasons why a person should do something, but not tonight.

"But I'm fucking you firsht." Otto held onto Sexton as he spoke to the mouse. He put the mouse's fat ass cheeks over his shaft again, and slowly pushed down. Whether it was because of Otto's finger, the wine, or something else, Sexton's asshole slowly expanded around that cock. Such a size should have been painful, but with the wine dulling their senses, the only thing Otto and Sexton could feel was pleasure.

Sexton was about to speak to Tuck, but the sudden slow, steady impalement of a shaft in his ass was enough to cause him to simply moan loudly, and happily. Drunk and impaled, he couldn't say any comprehensible words. "Ah, ho, ho, heeeeahh."

Otto pushed Sexton farther down his shaft, inch by inch making the mouse take more of it in. The fact that Sexton could even take half of his shaft was impressive, but he was taking more of that length in than that. "They should invent shtuff for this." Otto said in his drunken haze with another fart. His chubby belly rested on Sexton's head, no matter how far Otto pushed Sexton down his cock.

Tuck couldn't even watch. He would have turned his body, but he was so fat, and so lazy that he couldn't move, yet he was still chugging down the wine with his seemingly endless hunger. His belly bloated up above him and sloshed around, jiggling when Tuck's fat ass let out fart after fart. At the very least, in such a world that they lived in, all three were used to less than pleasant odors, so no amount of ass gas bothered them, although all three were hot with arousal. In Tuck's case though, he could do nothing about it except shout. "Fuck -hic- me!"

Sexton couldn't move from Otto's grasp, even if he wanted to. He still was at a loss for words as the huge cock pressed into his body too. While he never had anal before, deep down, part of him told him how no cock should have ever been able to press so far into him as Otto's currently was. He felt the shaft press up into what felt like his own stomach, yet it was so pleasurable, and he was still so drunk, he could do nothing but moan and wriggle his arms and legs helplessly, and happily.

Otto heard Tuck, but he was too drunk to even know what to properly do. He stood up, but since he didn't have his crutch, his leg quickly gave out, and he tumbled down onto the floor. Sexton was still on his cock, it was simply so far deep and so tight in the mouse's ass that it would have been hard for him NOT to stay. Not being hurt that bad from a short tumble though, Otto moved Sexton with one hand, while his other reached for Tuck's shaft, and groped it up and down.

Tuck's belly suddenly tilted down onto Otto's hand, not with heavy enough weight to crush, but definitely apply some pressure. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he grinned happily. "Oh yesh, jush like dat!" he spoke, barely coherent. The barrel of wine that was emptying in his mouth was nearly empty by now. His gut easily challenged the size of that wooden barrel, except his gut was now full of wine.

Sexton's tiny arms wriggled forward to try to reach that cock, but it was no use. He was stuck on Otto's shaft, not that it was a bad place for him to be stuck of course. He just happily continued to moan drunkenly as he reached out for the other cock, even though there was no point, his drunken mind didn't realize it.

Otto felt the warm heavy fat of Tuck's gut press up against his hand. It wasn't enough to hurt, in fact it felt warm, although it was numbing a bit, he continued giving Tuck a hand job as he continued to fuck Sexton. He could feel his average sized balls, matching the same color as his fur, build with pressure. Hints of his seed leaked into the mouse wrapped around his shaft.

Sexton's inner ass was still soaked with warm wine. He could feel a bit more of his ass fill up from the hot seed that Otto leaked into him. That huge cock pushed in deeper than his ass though, it almost went right to his stomach. He could feel the seed slip upwards to his flabby gut, and begin to fill him out even more. He couldn't say a word with the amount of pleasure he was going through, he could only moan helplessly. His cock, human shaped just like Otto's and Tuck's, also erect and ready to burst with seed at any moment.

Deep down in Tuck's shaft, he felt a growing pressure himself, and not just from the constant farts his ass let out either. Clear seed leaked from his shaft. Not one to hold back, he let out a belch, and then thrusted his cock back and forth in Otto's hand. It was almost as if the three's pleasure were in perfect synch. He soon felt his shaft erupt with seed as he came, soaking both his huge flabby belly, his shaft, and Otto's hand with pure white sticky cum.

Sexton orgasmed with Tuck, his shaft trembled and shook as his seed erupted from his mushroom head shaft. While Sexton was small, the amount he came was huge, at least for a mouse.

Otto orgasmed with the couple, his cock, deep within Sexton couldn't hold back any longer. Deep down, he was a little hesitant to cum in the mouse, but in his drunken state, he couldn't effectively do anything about it. Otto's fat gut bumped and brushed against the back of Sexton's head repeatedly, jiggling almost violently as he orgasmed, his seed filled up Sexton's belly even more, each and every pump, giving the already chubby mouse, a much fatter look.

Tuck's orgasm was brief, but even after his cock came, he still felt so hard and so full. His fat gut jiggled gently as he let out a belch. "Still...need to cum so much." His speech was still heavily slurred. He stared up at the wooden basement ceiling with his arms and legs spread. He couldn't reach his cock at this point even if he wanted to. His gut was simply too large, and his thighs were too fat. The fact that his cock was still revealed in the first place for Otto was nothing short of a miracle.

Sexton's shaft was wet from his cum, but still hard and eager for more. His human shaped mouse balls were quick to refill, and once he recovered from his orgasm, he shook his fat ass on Otto's cock. "M-more!"

Sexton was still hard too, although during Otto's orgasm, Sexton's belly grew more and more outward. His already chubby belly made him look flat out obese by now. The front half of his belly looked incredibly well rounded, almost like a deflated ball of sorts. "M-me -hic- too!" Sexton bounced up and down on Otto's cock as much as he could, which to Otto was a very gentle feeling.

Otto had to give some thought about what to do next. Under a drunken haze from the wine, and his mind muddled from a hard cock deep in mouse ass, it was difficult to think coherently. He wanted Tuck to be happy, but he knew Tuck couldn't move. Otto walked toward Tuck and pressed their two fat bellies together. Otto's gut, while large, was no match for Tuck's own. Sexton was pressed between the folds of their fat, and such a pleasurable sensation of Otto's cock between the fat bellies of his own, and Tuck's, and with his shaft in a mouse ass, was enough to make his cock tremble again.

Tuck moaned, only to be cut off by an "Urp." From how gassy he still was. His hands rubbed his fat, and his feet kicked wildly, happily. With a raised brow, despite being seemingly lost in pleasure, desire, and alcohol, his mind clicked. "Sexton's mouth around my cock!" he said aloud with a beam of confidence, as if it were his best idea ever.

Sexton's eyes beamed with excitement when he heard Tuck give such a suggestion. He didn't even remember how hard it was to take Otto's cock around his ass not moments ago, the same cock still deep in his ass. "Yesh! Yesh!" his chubby arms reached down, although surrounded entirely by fat, it was incredibly hard to move much of any of his body.

Otto slid his gut down Tuck, sliding Sexton along Tuck's fat. As he moved his crotch down to Tuck's own, Otto's head was met with Tuck's huge gut. He started thrusting his cock down to Tuck's own, unable to see with their fat guts in the way, and unable to think long enough to actually focus. Many of his thrusts were close to Tuck's cock, but not close enough.

Sexton reached out hungrily at Tuck's cock. With each thrust Otto made, the fat mouse's belly brushed up against that hard throbbing cock of Tuck's. He tried to hold onto that cock, but Otto pulled back with too much strength for Sexton to hold on. "Let me do it!" he called out. He grabbed onto Tuck's cock, and with a pulling sensation, helped guide Otto. Sexton didn't once think about how Tuck's cock was going to fit into his mouth, just that he wanted it in there.

It was hard for Otto to tell what the mouse was doing. The only thing the dog felt was the mouse's ass squeeze and release his pulsing, throbbing shaft. The only thing he could see, looking down trying to see Tuck's cock, was Tuck's fat gut, and Otto's gut constantly pushing up against each other. Tuck's belly obviously had the advantage in size, but Otto could at least move.

Tuck spread his legs, bent his knees, then wrapped Tuck around them to pull him in as close as he could. "Ya know, you guysh are great! I love you all!" he said with a loud hiccup, and a fart directly aimed at Otto's legs.

Sexton's maw was aimed precisely at Tuck's cock. Just like Sexton's ass, there should have been no feasible way that his maw could have taken a cock bigger than Sexton's own head, yet whether it was magic, or something else entirely, Sexton's mouth widened more and more as he took Tuck's human shaped shaft into him. His face stretched outwards the more he pushed that cock inside, and even his very neck bulged as the cock pushed deeper inside of him.

At first, Otto couldn't even tell if Sexton had found Tuck's cock. With two bellies of fat in the way, and only feeling Sexton's tight ass, he just couldn't tell, but when he felt something tugging at his cock, he could only assume it was Sexton. After a moment, Otto tried pulling his cock back again, only to find that he couldn't! He was stuck Sexton's fat tiny ass.

Tuck wasn't able to move much in response. He couldn't even pump his cock back and forth. His belly fat was simply too much to get up, and his body was too heavy. Even breathing was a challenge. He felt something wrap around his cock though, something warm, wet, tight, with a very tiny tongue too. "Oh -urp- fuuuccckkk yes!" his cock began to cum once more so quickly after feeling Sexton's mouth wrap around his shaft, even if his cock wasn't in Sexton fully.

Sexton had only managed about half of Tuck's cock. Otto's cock had been pushed outwards a bit in order to get Tuck's shaft inside the mouse's body. In fact, the two cocks met inside Sexton's belly. Tuck's seed helped swell the mouse's chubby body again, each pulse, each pump, fattening him up. He felt the heartbeat of both Otto and Tuck through their cocks, each pulsing hard and fast, eager to give the mouse their seed.

Otto came with Tuck. His warm sticky seed filled up Sexton's belly, along with Tuck's own cum. His balls trembled, his fat shook gently on Tuck's own large belly, and he let out a happy moan.

Sexton's belly began rounding out once more as both cocks came inside of him. He was already quite fat, he looked like a deflated basketball, but now he was rounding out into more, not just his belly, but his ass, his back, all while his arms and legs pulled into that fat rounding body of his. He came too, though the amount of seed that came out of his cock wasn't nearly as much as the two cocks that pumped cum inside of him and rounded his body out, pump by pump.

By the time the three were finished, Sexton's chubby thighs were soaked with seed. Seed leaked out from his maw, and his asshole. His body was almost a foot bigger, and almost completely round. His arms, feet, tail, and head were the only things that stuck out from his now totally round body, filled to the brim with seed.

Tuck had quickly became exhausted after such an intense orgasm, if in part thanks to his massive belly. He let out a massive belch, though despite his exhaustion, his cock was still hard, and he was still aroused. "Mph...How long do you think we can keep doing this?"

Otto, pulled back. His leg, still giving him problems, failed on him and cause him to fall. As he fell, Sexton's mouth popped free of Tuck's cock. Otto landed with a soft 'umph', and was quick to look down at the round Sexton. "All night...Sexton might -hic- have...uh...problem though."

Sexton's body wasn't just round, it was proving too heavy even for Otto's cock. He gently slid up the shaft, and fell to the ground, although he actually bounced a few times on the floor, and it just made him giggle. "I'm a ball! Ma would be so proud!"

The three had a good laugh, if drunken, before they proceeded to spend the remainder of the night fucking, and occasionally belching and farting. It was all good fun they had. They'd worry about getting out of the cellar tomorrow. ...maybe.

Robin Hood rushed to the tavern where he agreed to meet Little John earlier. He saw one of the local townsfolk walk out happily with a small brown bag that jingled. It made him fear the worst, but he had to confirm it. He burst into the tavern with wide eyes, and heavy panting. Not even taking a moment to recover, he shouted aloud. "Little John, you haven't distributed the treasure yet, have you?"

Little John sat in the back, and while he was quite big despite being a bear, he looked bigger. His shirt hugged tightly as it stretched around his fur, and his eyes looked glazed. "Huh? Wuh?" The chest next to him was empty, and he himself had a bag that jingled as well. "Yeah." He said, after a long delay. "You didn't show up. I figured you were doing something important with Maid Marian, so I took care of distributing the treasure. I kept a bit of gold for us though, don't worry. It's not that much either. Enough to get the holes repaired, and food for a week without having to keep borrowing."

"Little John, we have to get that treasure back!" Robin Hood grabbed his head with wide eyes. "That treasure is cursed! Maid Marian became a...well...she's fatter than you are now, and since you know her, that's really saying something!" Robin Hood's heart pounded with panic. He knew why the castle they invaded was full of fat people fucking, and incredibly gassy. Sure they looked happy, but he knew it was no life to live.

"Hey, we agreed not to ever use the F word around me Rob." Little John waved his hand dismissively with a look of annoyance on his face at hearing the word 'fat'. "Besides, nothing wrong with the Marian putting on a little weight, maybe she's carrying more than fat with her now, if you know what I mean." Little John spread his legs casually with a smirk on his face.

"Little John, you don't..." Robin Hood paused as he spread his legs. He stared down momentarily at Little John's exposed human shaped cock and balls. "Where are your pants? And your shirt?"

"You're one to talk about pants." Little John pointed at Robin Hood's lack of pants, and let out a deep laugh. "Oh by the way, I ordered a huge buffet. They said it'll take some time, but that was a while ago." He turned his head towards the swinging double doors that led into the kitchen. "Where's the grub, I'm starving here!"

"I may not have pants, but at least my...thing isn't hanging out." Robin Hood shook his head with a frown. "Look, the treasure changes people, and not in the best of ways." He didn't even know why he himself wasn't impacted, although he did have a strange rumbling in his gut while he ran his way back into town, and that cock of Little John's was hard to stop staring at.

"Ah you worry too much Rob." Little John froze momentarily, then giggled. "You're the one that tells ME that a bunch!" He wasn't quite drunk, but he did have a little bit to drink. Not nearly as much as Tuck and the rest of his group, but enough to be happy despite the situation at hand Robin Hood pointed out.

Only moments after Little John spoke, the double doors near him swung open to reveal chef after chef carrying multiple trays of food. As there was no way Little John's table was big enough to hold it all, they had to combine multiple tables together to set up the food. It was enough food to feed everyone in the bar breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next three days! Yet Little John's stomach growled so loudly, it was clear what his intent was. "Come on Rob, let's eat!"

Robin Hood's stomach growled hungrily at the sight of all of the food brought out of the kitchen. He lost count as to how many chefs were coming out to put out food, just that it looked far larger than it ever should have been for a tavern. Get it together Robin, you're better than this. He thought to himself. They were still indoors, and while it was late for the pub, Robin noticed an unusually large amount of people staring back at them. He turned back to Little John, and took off his hat. "Listen, John..."

Little John let out a crass belch. "You're behaving so weirdly, Rob. You're the kind of guy that likes to have all kinds of fun, why aren't you doing that now? Sit down, stuff your face!"

"I'm as fun as the next guy." Robin crossed his fox arms with a grimace on his face. With his head tilted to the side, he quickly uncrossed his arms, and grabbed Little John. "How about we go take a trip to see Maid Marian? You can lay your eyes upon her yourself and see how different she's become."

"If you're as fun as you say...prove it." Little John raised up his arms, and placed them behind his head. Thankfully, his shirt hid his armpits, though even the scent of his body odor still emitted, just faintly. "Beat me in a contest. Winner has to do what the loser says."

Robin Hood knew he was better at Little John at a lot of things. Not that he was outright best in everything by default, but he was confident in his abilities. Plus, it was hard for him to turn down a challenge, and he needed Little John to listen to him, no matter what. "Fine, what's the competition?" Robin Hood asked with high confidence.

Little John stood up on the large seat behind him, and thrust his cock onto the table, letting the brown human shaped shaft slam on top of the table with a thud. "Biggest cock, whoever has the bigger...arrow, wins."

Robin Hood watched as Little John held nothing back. That cock, the cock that matched Little John's fur was put right onto the table with little care. Robin Hood stared down at that shaft, knowing that he had little chance. It wasn't that Robin Hood had an unnaturally small cock, or that Little John had an unnaturally large one, it was just their species that meant the size of their shaft. Robin Hood didn't stand a chance. "You know I can't complete with that Little John." Robin Hood said with a grimace. "Why not a competition of skill instead? Archery, athletics, bar stool stacking, something besides our bodies."

"If you're too afraid to show off your goods, why don't you just go crawling back to your Maid Marian?" Little John stuck out his tongue teasingly. A slightly visible vein on his cock pulsed gently from sheer excitement of showing that cock of his. He was having fun with this.

Robin Hood's eyes immediately met Little John's. "I'm not afraid!" He was hesitant to take out his cock, if only because he already knew the results. The two had also been naked in front of each other before. They both knew who the winner was before the game had even started. With a frown on his face, he got on the opposite side of the table of Little John, and then put his own cock on the table. His shaft was about the size of a human's own in terms of width and length, while Little John's was appropriately sized for his...size. Little John had a good four inches length wise on Robin Hood's shaft, and it showed with a side by side comparison.

"Hah! You're hung, but not like a bear!" Little John leaned back with a proud look on his face, and a belch from his mouth. "Now, do as I say, and join me in this feast!"

Robin Hood opened his mouth to speak, but he then closed it. He was a thief, a scoundrel, but he was a man of his word. He pulled his shaft back, but Little John was quick to raise a paw.

"Cock still sticking out of you like that." Little John added.

"You're kidding, right?" Robin Hood grimaced. "It's one thing to eat with you, but we're going to get kicked out of this tavern if we do something like that."

"Are we?" Little John tilted his head, as if to look behind Robin Hood, and smirked. "I think the owner will be just fine with it. Hey, you even ran in here naked, you just hid your private areas."

Robin Hood turned around and noticed the tavern owner, a raccoon, gladly undressed and currently fucking a patron right out in the open, both happily enjoying it. There was even a crowd watching, all of them naked, consisting of men and women, but mostly men. "How did I not hear or see that earlier?" Robin Hood asked himself out loud. It looked like an old fashioned orgy, yet he ran right by it. He noticed that most of the people in the tavern had either small bags of gold, or golden jewelry around parts of their bodies, whether it was a ring, a necklace, something that looked fancy, they wore it, and nothing else.

"Paying too much attention to my cock?" Little John said proudly, with a loud belch afterwards. "Come on and join in the festivities! Celebrate the town's immense wealth, all thanks to the two of us!"

Robin Hood kept his eyes on the crowd. He noticed that, along with all of the bar patrons being naked and revealing their sexes, they were all also chubby, a little less so than Little John. Robin Hood didn't judge people for being fat, but to see everyone in the tavern as big as they were was mildly disturbing. He turned back to Little John, put his hands onto the table, and stood up on his seat. "Little John, how can any of this look right to you?!" He hated the fact that he felt turned on by it all.

"The only thing that doesn't look right to me is you, Robin." Little John reached over the table, grabbed Robin Hood's back, and pulled him close. Thanks to Little John's strength, it wasn't difficult to overpower the fox. Once close enough, he puckered his lips, and kissed Robin Hood right on the fox's muzzle.

Robin Hood wanted to pull away, he wanted to slip out of Little John's grasp, yet the bear held onto him but firmly. He felt the big bear's sloppy kiss, and with the kiss, Robin Hood felt a strange rumbling sensation travel from his maw, to his gut, as if Little John had just belched into his mouth. When Little John finally let go, Robin Hood found his stomach still rumbling, not with gas, but with hunger. Suddenly, all of that food looked very appetizing, and Little John's cock made his own twitch. "Oh no..." Robin Hood quickly realized what had just happened to him. Deep down, he wondered why the curse had not been passed onto him by Maid Marian, but he didn't question miracles. This time however, it was anything but.

With a grin on his face, Little John wasted little time in pigging out on the food, as if he too knew what he had done. "Join me now Robin!" he shouted, proudly. "You owe me after losing that contest!"

Robin Hood didn't want to admit it, but he was slowly getting more into Little John's suggestion. He could feel his heart pound, his stomach rumble, and his body grow with heat. In a sweat, he let his cock drop from its hiding place, exposing it constantly to the world. "Well...if everyone else is doing it." He mentally yelled at himself to stop, yet it was a losing battle. He grabbed a sweet roll, put it to his mouth, and began to eat.

Little John let out a laugh as he helped himself to the food too. The only people within that tavern that hadn't changed and weren't fucking or eating were the chefs, the chefs whom were very clearly getting a run for their money as it wasn't just Robin Hood and Little John that were eating loads of food, but everyone within the tavern.

As the pair ate, the scent and sounds of nearby sex continued to grow. The tavern was slowly, but surely, getting involved into one large orgy, bigger than Robin Hood saw when he came in. The only two not getting involved in sexual activities were Little John and Robin Hood.

Robin Hood felt intimidated. Not that he feared for his life, but he knew what happened to Maid Marian. He felt like nothing more than a passenger inside his own body, and he could not control his mouth, his hands, or his pulsing cock. He ate bite after bite of food, slowly gaining weight, and watching as Little John was also putting on more pounds than he already had, which considering his weight already, was quite impressive.

As Robin Hood's gut slowly began to press up against the table that carried all of the food, his stomach rumbled loudly, and he let out a belch. Deep down, he told himself not to be ashamed by doing such things, but that part just felt as if it were something that wasn't truly him.

Little John grinned wickedly at Robin Hood, his sharp white bear teeth flashed as he opened his maw, and he let out a belch of his own, deeper and louder than Robin Hood's.

Robin Hood heard the belch. Both him, and the part deep in his mind that wasn't him knew where this was going, and he knew he couldn't back out of it. There was a crowd in the tavern watching and fucking in the background. Robin Hood picked up a large mug of warm beer, downed it in one chug, and let out another loud belch, just slightly topping Little John's.

"Another contest is it?" Little John said aloud. "I beat you once, I'll beat you again!" He stuffed his face, not caring what food he ate, much less the taste of the food, just that it was food, booze, and it let him make another loud belch.

Robin Hood took a deep breath as he ate. He couldn't beat Little John when it came to anatomy, but perhaps he could beat him this way. "If I win, we have to...uhn...fuck..." he muttered quietly as his stomach rumbled. The table between the two began to rise from the fat guts that were on its sides. He lost his train of thought from his grumbling belly, and the thoughts in his head that told him how good Little John's 'not so little' ass looked.

The two took turns belching at one another, each upping the ante in either loudness, or the length. Other fattening bar patrons were watching, and eating other food, while chefs continued to deliver food seemingly nonstop. There came a point in the belching contest when Little John took in a deep breath, but before he could belch, he let out a rumbling bass fart, just as loud as he had been belching, right from his blubbery ass cheeks that were taking up double the room by now.

Robin Hood snapped out of his binge and belch contest when he heard the rumble from Little John's not so little ass. He took the time to look down at himself, and just how big he had gotten. In such a short amount of time he had put on at least fifty pounds, while Little John had put on almost double that, and it showed with their guts. Robin Hood didn't even know what foods he was eating, just that he had scarfed down anything remotely edible. "What are we...what are we doing?" he asked, seemingly out of breath.

"What does it look like we're doing?" Little John replied. His eyelids slightly shifted up and down in an irregular pattern. "It's not just belching, it's FARTING! Loser gets fucked!" he spoke with a proud tone in his voice. "And I'm winning!" he let loose another bass fart, loud enough to make even Robin Hood's seat rumble.

"Like heck you are!" Robin Hood snapped. The entire situation still felt so wrong, but he wasn't going to turn down a challenge. He raised that fox tail of his. That same fox tail twitched violently before he let out a fart of his own. He could feel his belly shudder and rumble, as if letting out gas was a way to make it grow even larger. Wait. Did he say loser gets fucked? His thoughts were slowed, but he could still think somewhat for himself. The thought of taking that big bear shaft in his ass, there was no way Robin Hood could fit that thing inside of him, yet the idea of it made him hard.

The two took turns belching and farting, but they both grew in unison. Little John already had the edge in weight, and he was getting larger than Robin Hood easily as he stuffed his face, devouring more and more food. Robin Hood joined him in stuffing his own face, fattening his cheeks, his belly, and that fox ass. Chefs were focused more on delivering food to Little John and Robin Hood than the rest of the bar patrons.

Belch after belch, fart after fart, Robin Hood's body began to look like what Little John's body used to look like, just with a much larger ass, and Little John began to look like a large ball with fat thighs and arms. With one deep bass belch, loud enough to almost rumble the entire tavern, Little John patted his belly, at least as far as he could reach. He weighed over 600 pounds easily by now, unable to even reach the center of his gut with multiple rolls of fat. "Beat that!"

Robin Hood swallowed air. He took a deep breath, yet he couldn't manage to get a belch out. Despite being as fat as he was, despite being as big a slob as he was, with puffy cheeks, rolls of fat, and food of all sorts dribbling down his maw, he couldn't get any other sorts of gas out. After a good minute, he finally let out a burp, but it was quiet.

"Looks like I win." Little John let out a grunt. He looked down at the table between them that dug into their rolls of fat, and with a swipe, he pushed the table aside, just letting the food crash onto the ground. Immediately their bellies jutted forward and brushed up against each other, Little John having a clear size advantage over Robin Hood's. "Now your fat ass as mine!"

Robin Hood's mind, while foggy, was still at least somewhat of his own. "Wait, let's talk about -urp- this first." Yet, the thought of that huge cock in his ass made his own shaft hard enough to rub up against the undersides of his large gut.

"Too late now!" Little John grabbed onto Robin Hood's sides. He turned the fox around with surprisingly quick speed and strength for a morbidly obese bear. Robin Hood's huge ass, and Little John's massive gut, would make even Little John's large shaft difficult to get in, but by spreading Robin Hood's fat cheeks, he was able to see that asshole of Robin's, and with a swift push, Little John's human shaped shaft pushed right into Robin Hood's ass with little hesitation.

It all happened in a blur for Robin Hood, too fast for him to react, not that he could move fast with how huge he was. He was shocked that Little John was able to move as swiftly as he was, despite being so huge. Even though Robin Hood's asshole should not have been able to take a cock as big as Little John's, something in the air, or perhaps the curse itself, allowed that cock to push into his warm, tight asshole. "F-fuuuck!" Robin Hood said aloud, gripping the seat he was pinned up against.

"Take it all you sly fox!" Little John shouted with a happy belch. The bear's cock fit into the fox's ass all too easily, spreading those fat ass cheeks with his hands, and his shaft. The big furry bear balls brushed up against Robin Hood's thighs as his cock pushed in as deep as he could.

Robin Hood let out a deep moan. His legs stiffened, and his hands held onto that seat he was plowed into. He could feel that cock of his throbbing hard at the sensation of being pounded in the ass so deeply. He tried to tell himself that he wasn't enjoying this, but his body was telling his mind otherwise. His cock was hard, and it brushed up against the bottom of his belly fat, pushing hard into his fat with every thrust that Little John made.

It wasn't long before, with a belching moan of his own, Little John pumped Robin Hood's ass full of his warm seed, flooding his asshole as his testicles twitched pump after pump. A long fart blew out of Little John's own massive ass as he filled Robin Hood's with cum.

Robin Hood could feel that cum flood inside of him. His hands and feet gripped onto the bottom as he tried to pull away, his belly dragging underneath his hands and feet, but it was no use. He grit his teeth as he felt his ass get warm, and his own cock twitched, eager to cum itself at the sensations of getting his ass filled, an alien feeling, yet he hadn't came quite yet.

Once Little John's orgasm was finished, his own swollen shaft was still at half-mast inside the small fox. "Such a wonderful tight ass you have Rob." Little John said with a casual fart from his enlarged ass. "But you haven't cum yet. We need to fix that. Shall I give Maid Marian a call?"

Robin Hood's eyes widened. He felt immense pleasure in his body, yet something was preventing him from reaching an orgasm, something he wasn't complaining about, as he still had his mind, but he was absolutely fat, 400 pounds at minimum. "No, that's not...that's not necessary." He panted. "I just...uh...don't you think we've had enough fun for one night?"

"I'm still awake, I'm still hard, and your shaft is still hard, we're fucking till we fall." Little John pulled his cock out, wet with seed and smelling of Robin Hood's ass. "I should make you suck me off after fucking your ass, maybe that'd make you cum."

Robin Hood's eyes grew wide. It wasn't just the thought of sucking off the cock that made him urk, it was knowing the cock was well in his ass moments ago! "N-no. I just..." Robin Hood let out a loud belch. "I just need someone to suck me off." It was a little hard to believe, but even despite being a huge fat blubbery being, the fox still was trying to be sly, at least sly enough to not be put in a predicament that would be far worse than the one he was already in.

Little John raised a brow, although under such heavy food and magic, it almost looked as if he was giving Robin Hood a drunk quizzical glance. "Ah right then Rob, you earned it." Little John rolled Robin Hood's blubbery body around. Little John then pressed his fat gut right up to Robin Hood's. It took quite a bit of pressing, but as their guts pressed hard against each other, their rods crossed underneath the folds of their fat. Little John's face met Robin Hood's own, and after a long warm belch, Little John gave Robin Hood a long kiss.

Robin Hood's mind was still his own, even if his body wasn't. His cock throbbed hard after the belch. Through his own will, he resisted orgasming from it. He couldn't help but kiss Little John back. The two had been best friends for a long time. They made it through thick and thin together, this was just another one of those troubling times, though this one brought pleasure that Robin Hood wished his body didn't desire so much. Robin Hood parted lips with Little John, and with a blush intense enough to see beyond his orange and white fur, he murmured "Yes..."

Little John leaned underneath Robin Hood's huge round gut. His own fat stomach practically pressed up against the ground as he leaned his head down to the leather seat Robin Hood sat upon. Little John spread Robin Hood's thick thighs, raised his gut, and stuck his furry head underneath. While it was hard to tell what Little John was doing there at first, it was soon easy to feel what he was doing, as a long, thick, wet tongue lapped up against Robin Hood's warm shaft.

Robin Hood's tail stiffened up in the air, and the fur on it stiffened with it. He couldn't even reach between his legs with his thick fatty arms anymore, and while he could sort of touch Little John with his legs, it had little impact on the pleasure that Robin Hood was getting. I shouldn't be...nergh...I can't...got...to...fuck. His mind trailed off as Little John licked his cock again and again whenever Robin Hood tried to focus on something for even the briefest of times. That thick bear tongue was just too much for the fat fox.

Little John didn't ease up. He licked up and down that shaft, and his eyes glanced lustfully up at Robin Hood's face. Not that he could actually see Robin Hood's face, but it didn't matter. The fat orange chubby underbelly was more than enough for Little John. He rubbed his warm wet nose up against Robin Hood's underbelly before he opened up his maw, and slowly took the fox's cock into his mouth. Thanks to Little John's bear maw, he could easily take the entire shaft in. He closed his lips around the shaft, and slowly lifted his head up and down.

Robin Hood's legs became rigid from pleasure alone as the bear's maw went around his cock. Robin Hood felt Little John's hot mouth and warm, wet tongue. It was already hard for him to not orgasm, but now it was even worse. He could feel the pressure begin to build through his occasional farts and belches. "Ah...hah...yah..." Robin Hood huffed deep, and hard. With just another moment, Robin Hood couldn't resist any longer, and with a twitch of his cock, he came deep into Little John's maw.

Little John's tongue danced around Robin Hood's shaft as he came. The big bear easily swallowed his load, and then pulled away with a lick of his lips while he held onto the now wet shaft with a warm fuzzy hand. "Lovely. And still half-mast too."

Robin Hood panted heavily, his tongue partially out of his mouth. "I can't...Little..." he let out a belch. His mind was feeling hazy from the orgasm, focused on thoughts of eating, and sex. His hand reached for the table beyond Little John, but his stubby pudgy little fingers couldn't reach.

Little John let out a bass fart. He jumped onto the seat with Robin Hood, and crossed their cocks together again. His arms reached farther than Robin Hood's, and they reached across him to the back of the seat. He lowered his gut, grinding his fat up against Robin Hood's cock. "Come on Rob, show how much you love this fat!"

Robin Hood groaned as his cock rubbed up underneath Little John's underbelly. He could feel his shaft push up underneath his fat, pressing gently underneath the very rolls of his lard, as if Little John's underbelly was a sexual entrance for his shaft. As if going on instinct, he couldn't help but thrust up against Little John's underbelly.

Little John moaned happily as that shaft pushed between two rolls of fat. Happily, Little John's larger shaft pushed back into two rolls of Robin Hood's own fat on his gut. His shaft was already wet from before, and he spent little time moving his cock up and down inside Robin Hood's fat, as if he were fucking a vagina.

As Little John bounced up and down, Robin Hood's shaft continued brushing up against Little John's furry fat folds. It wasn't long before he came again, blowing his seed into the folds of the bear's fat, a long, strong orgasm, stronger than he ever remembered with Maid Marian. He let out a happy moan as his mind became more clouded. He farted happily, and hugged Little John's fat. The two were huge lards of furry fat, a good 500-600 pounds each, with Little John having the bigger size. "Fuuuuck!" Robin Hood moaned out.

Robin Hood slowly caved in. Much Like Little John, and so many others before him, the two became big fat lovers, spending the night fucking and humping in different ways, though with Little John serving as the dominant figure. The tavern cheered at the couple, as they themselves got into the humping, eating, and gassiness. As time went on, the entire town changed into huge gassy men and women, all of them jolly. Robin Hood had truly shared one of the most magical treasures that he could have.