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Pounds for the Pounding

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon

White and white-lavender fur collided as the two kitsunes held each other close. They walked through the hallways of their house with their hands doing the talking that their muzzles couldn't, touching one another, groping one another, feeling each other up. Their son had either gone to bed or would regret the show by morning; neither cared if he was particularly attentive right then and there.

Katashi, the male of the pair, grinned as he finally broke the kiss, the pair of them standing in the doorway to their bedroom. He ran clawed hands across his wife's face, leaning in and nibbling her neck.

"Zora..."

Her name said everything in the world to him right then. Passion, romance, lust, possessiveness. Impatience, too, waiting for the chance to take her, to fuck her, to fill her and remind her of what it meant to be his female.

"Katashi..."

She breathed the word rather than spoke it, and it left him growling with need. He pushed her back, further into the bedroom, his sheath already full and heavy. He wanted her. He needed her.

The kitsunes almost fell into bed, four tails and four tails becoming eight, their bodies meshing together. He growled, she gasped. He moaned, she shivered. He bit, she arched her back for more.

But no. Not enough to merely do this. They needed far more than just the touch of body to body.

He pulled back, gasping, his cock throbbing against her sex. As she started to sit up, as she reached to put her arms around his shoulders, he grabbed her and pinned her down instead. She yelped softly, looking up at him curiously, her tails twining with his.

"More."

"More what, love?"

"More of you. More of everything."

"Mmm, more than just these, dear?"

She arched her chest forward, her breasts beginning to blossom. Before they'd grown more than a cup size, he shook his head.

"More of everything. I want you bigger...heavier..."

As Zora stared at him, shock in her eyes, Katashi's grin slowly warped into something more akin to a smirk, more akin to the cruel smiles that crossed the faces of those that bullied and abused. It had come over his face more than once with her, and far more often with those that he ostensibly 'treated' on a daily basis. The kitsune doctor had taken more than one patient and made a better use of them than a mere financial gain.

Now, his wife would serve the same purpose.

"Grow, wife...grow for me..."

"But I'll be..."

"Ugly?"

She nodded.

"Yes, you will. Ugly, perverted, fat...greasy...obese..." He chuckled. "And you will still be mine..."

"Why?"

"Yours is not to question. Yours is to obey..."

It was the same thing that he had said to her a hundred times, and just as she had done a hundred times before, she shivered. Her lusts were his to control, his to stoke, his to satisfy, just as his lusts were hers to satisfy. She could not disobey him. He doubted that she still remembered how it could be done.

And so, she began.

He grinned as he felt her belly burble against him, the soft fur starting to bristle slightly as it was spread out, each strand growing further apart from each other as the belly they hid began to expand. It burbled, it rippled, it stretched taut. He could feel the pressure of its size against his cock, could feel the way that Zora groaned under him, how her tails writhed as she pressed her hands to her stomach.

"Oh...it's almost like...being pregnant again..."

"Further...bigger...I want you to be fat."

"Mmmph..."

"Go on...expand like the slob you've called our son...expand...and grow."

Her cheeks burned at the base of her muzzle, but she obeyed nonetheless. She arched her back, pressing her clawed fingers against her belly, and as she pushed, she grew. The mound that her stomach had become flattened, then pressed out again. No longer tight, the skin started to form rolls, wrinkles, spreading out more and more from the core of her body. Every hint of her abdominal muscles disappeared, covered by rolling fat.

Katashi licked his lips almost ferally, savoring the power that he had over his wife. She had always been obedient, but she had never allowed him to make her ugly before. This was the first time that it had ever happened, and she was obviously humiliated.

Yet, at the same time, she obeyed his words implicitly. It was perfect.

The more she grew, the more he pressed down on her. Her legs began to thicken, and then to turn to flab. Her arms widened, her weight dragging her back against the bed. She groaned, her neck starting to take on a more rolling appearance, flabby bits starting to eat at the base of her chin and muzzle, making flaps appear.

"Yes, that's it. So eager to obey that you don't even care that you've lost your figure. As long as you do what I tell you..."

"Yes, Katashi...anything you say..."

"Touch yourself, fat one..."

She moaned, reaching down between her legs, and his cock throbbed as he watched her struggle to reach around her new gut, pushing herself hard in a vain attempt to get to her pussy. It was so funny, yet so sexy to see her strain and push, to flatten her stomach with one hand so that she could get a single finger inside of her.

"Ah...ah!"

Zora moaned as she managed to flick her clit. It was no more than a single tap, so little that she could not have had that much pleasure from it, but he had long-since trained her to take pleasure from obedience as much as anything else. That was her pleasure. That was her reward.

"Heh, so round that you can't even touch yourself, can you?"

"I'm trying, Katashi. Please, I can...I can do it if you help me."

"And why should I help a fat slob touch herself? You should earn your pleasure."

"But you said -"

"Bigger. Fatter."

She shivered, but she obeyed him, expanding ever further. Her body arched from the bed, but her growing rolls and folds pulled her right back down. Her legs could no longer close, her thighs so thick that they were pushing her legs apart on their own. Her calves swelled, her arms flopped, and her forearms became thick enough that they rolled down her wrists like the ends of sleeves.

Her breasts almost disappeared into her gut before they grew to match her greater weight, though even then they were barely more than bumps compared to the flab that she'd taken on. He laughed, grabbing her gut and shaking it.

"Look at this. So weak. So lacking in discipline. It would take hours to clean all your folds. You would be nothing but a rancid little cum-dump in barely a day."

"Dear...ah..."

She whimpered, blushing, trying to beg for him to stop, but there were no words that could call him to a halt now. He was her master, as well as her husband. He would use her, break her, however he wished.

"Bigger."

She grew again, no longer able to protest against him. She moaned as she changed, as her thighs forced her lower legs apart. She was almost spread-eagle down there, yet her thighs still hid her pussy. He could smell the sweat that was coming off of her now, the smell of a fat person that was overexerting themselves, thick and heavy and just a bit sour.

His cock was so hard at the way that she abused herself, how she debased herself before him. Her muzzle rolled forward, her mouth hung open under the weight that had gathered under her jaw. Her eyes were half-hidden beneath rolls of fat, drool collecting at the corners of her mouth and slowly rolling down along her nonexistent neck.

As she groped herself, rubbing at her breasts, he forced her thighs apart. Even his strength was barely sufficient for that, barely allowing him to slide between her legs to see her pussy.

With one tail on each leg, and two tails devoted to raising her belly upwards, he was finally able to see it again. Katashi laughed, slapping her pussy, making her yelp and try and pull away. It was useless, of course. At nearly eight hundred pounds - at a guess - he imagined she would be able to roll and little else. She might not even be able to manage that.

"Look at you. Useless."

"K-Katashi..."

"Useless for anything but relieving your husband."

He slapped her cock against her pussy, feeling it clench against his tip, his shaft, his heat depending on how he moved against her. She moaned, whimpering, blushing, but he could feel how wet she'd become. Whatever else she felt, whatever shame she fought, she still enjoyed her obedience to him. She still knew what she was.

His.

As she wriggled, trying to roll, trying to reach for him, he pushed down on her gut again. She groaned, wheezing, her body struggling to deal with all the weight that he had made her put on. She couldn't move, couldn't fight, couldn't do anything.

Only he could do something, and he was going to use her.

Using his tails to keep her pussy exposed, he slammed in, driving his cock as far into her sweaty, dripping hole as he could. She groaned, but she could barely move, let alone arch her back in response. All she could do was keep rolling her fat breasts around in response, groaning, rolling her head from side to side.

But she was still tight. That was all that mattered as he rammed in again, and again, fucking her pussy as he laid over her fat gut. She rolled and bounced and jiggled under him, trying and failing to lift limbs too heavy to move. Zora whimpered, gasped, whimpered, and shivered, while he? He just moaned.

In, out, in, out, his cock plundering a hole that craved him as much as it hated him. His cock took her, his knot beat at her, and she couldn't even close her legs to stop him. All she could do was lay there and take it.

The white kitsune growled deep in his throat, her velvety walls pulling him in, her heat surrounding him and dragging him deeper. Even as she started sweating across her body, as her fur matted down as only the most obese of his patients might have done, he kept fucking her, feeling her dragging at his cock, squeezing on it, begging for it even as she wheezed to keep up with him.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her fat ass, feeling her shaking from head to toe. Every time that he rammed into her, the fat rolled up her body a bit, and then rolled back down, like water in a tub. In, out, in, out, and he smirked at her throughout the near-rape that he was putting her through.

"You can't stop me. You never could. You never wanted to. You are mine. You always were, always will be..."

He slammed into her, grinding his knot against her pussy. She buried her face in her pillow as she screamed, her pussy gushing around him, trying to get him inside, but all he could do was grind against the tight little opening. The fat slut couldn't keep him out forever, not even with all this flab to slow him down. A bit more, then a bit more -

POP!

And then he was in. Katashi grinned as she stifled her screams into her pillow, pulling out with a pop, and then fucking his knot right back in. In and out, in and out, using her like the little rape-slut that she was becoming.

In and out...

In and out...

And finally, in. He growled as he pinned her down, almost flattening her rolling, jiggling belly, and he came hard, flooding her insides. She shivered, trembling from head to toe, the vibrations making her shake and wobble. That only humiliated her more, as he saw in her face. She'd cum from the abuse, cum from him, from the humiliation, from everything.

And it made him grin all the more as he popped his knotted cock free, moving to straddle her and almost sit on her face.

"Clean me, Zora..."

"Yes, dear..."

Yet, for all that, she smiled as she looked up at him, happy to give him service. She was his, alright...and she loved him for the abuse.

The End