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A cool breeze blew through the window, gently ruffling the burgundy silk sheets on the bed. A vase of red roses sat on a vanity, reflecting in the mirror along with the bound vulpine, who was currently staring at the window. "Freedom..." he mouthed silently, pulling at the chains binding him to the wooden beams on either side of him. he looked at himself in the mirror, his deep red and creamy white fur ruffled in another cool breeze, giving him minor relief from the excessively warm room he was confined to. He was seated between two thick, oak, four by fours, shackles keeping his arms spread wide so as not to resist or otherwise interfere with the impending "fun". he was currently dressed in a pair of too small silk panties and a lacy brassiere, leaving him thoroughly humiliated. The lingerie was very tight on his rather pudgy body. belly, thighs, and butt bulging over the frilly lace like rising dough over the edge of it's bowl.

He sat and waited, for what seemed like hours, all the while forced to stair at the fat fox he had become. While the bra was comically over-sized at this point, only touching his chest along it's edges. The panties on the other hand, were much too small for his bulging rump and thighs. but all this didn't bother him, what worried him was the noticable pot belly that pooched out six inches above his lap. He thought back too before all this began, when he had a body that, while not being muscular, was definitely suited to a wily fox like him. His thoughts were interrupted as the door knob turned. The old door opening with an unhappy *screak*, revealing a soot black wolf, with a room service cart loaded with pitchers, six in all, a muscular arm stirring the thick goo in one towards the middle. A grin full of teeth and malice looked up from the rather unpleasant looking muck to meet the foxes gaze. "well... someones awake early..."

Randy shuddered, pulling away as the hellish wolf approached, to the point of making the chains snap tight. "please..." he whimpered, eyes screwed shut as tightly as he could force them, he listened for a response, then realized the room was curiously quiet. he looked around, not liking the wolfs disappearing act. suddenly he snapped the chains tight again as a large, black hand came up from behind and rubbed at his doughy pot belly "Coming along nicely, very nicely..." that tooth filled muzzle came within inches of Randy's plump cheeks, and he shuddered again as a long tongue thrust forth and began affectionately licking him. "Is my fluffy pet hungry?" Randy quickly shook his head"n-n-no... had a big meal last night..." a soft gurgle from an equally soft belly betrayed him. The glossy black wolf gave the fox a sideways grin and walked around the pillar to the cart, letting out a deep chesty laugh. "you better make room quick..." he reached under the carts linen tablecloth and produced a ball gag, with a shiny tin funnel. "cause your gonna eat every... last... drop..."

Randy pulled and yanked hard at the shackles, but his struggles ceased as the wolf grabbed his head, and cruelly shoved the rubber ball into his maw. the black dog rubbed the tubby little dogs head gently as he pulled the straps tight, and snapped the clasp into place. the wolf stepped back and grinned, but this grin soon faded as he saw the foxes fluffy tail wagging at full speed "randy, you know this was your idea, and it's hard to stay in character with you wagging like a puppy with a new toy. the fat fox pulled his arm from the shackle and removed the gag "sorry... I just love this part is all... Keep going, keep going..." Ralph sighed, a knowing grin on his muzzle as he re-shackled the pudgy fox. Randy mean-while grinned widely around the gag, thinking of how perfect a match they were,on one hand, Ralph was the worst kind of chubby chaser, anything less than 500 pounds just wouldn't do, and Randy's fetish was odd to say the least, he couldn't get aroused unless he was stuffed to agony with food. two lovers, one turned on by eating, the other turned on by watching the first grow, neither one sure where the women's clothes came into play.

Randy worked to still his tail, watching Ralph approach with the pitcher, reaching up to grab another set of chains from the ceiling, and clipping them to the funnel. pulling a cord on one of the pillars, the foxes head was pulled straight upward by the funnel, Ralph leaned in close "if it gets to be too much, just free yourself and we'll get the gag off..." Randy nodded and the wolf grabbed his muzzle, pouring the first gallon in. The heady mixture was something the couple devised together, a mixture of eggs, melted ice-cream, cake, bread, beer and olive oil. Not much for taste, but it packed more carbs and calories per teaspoon than two whole cream-filled doughnuts. The thick goo practically squirmed down Randy's throat, pulsing heavily as the fox allowed his mouth to fill before forcing it all down in massive swallows. Ralph set down the empty pitcher, the funnel taking most of it, and placed a hand on Randy's fat belly "ooh there it is..." he could barely feel it, each swallow pressing that fat lined paunch out into his waiting paw.

Before they began, a small fold was starting to form on the side of Randy's belly, the sign of the impending love-handles and rolls in the foxes rather heavy future, but as the first pitcher was half gone into the foxes belly, they smoothed over creating a perfectly smooth belly. Ralph panted, watching Randy eat was possibly his favorite thing in the whole world, he was amazed he had stayed this thin for this long. "almost done... only five pitchers to go..." he let out a chuckle and started pouring number two. Meanwhile, Randy fake shuddered and swallowed hard the last of first the pitcher, he felt it all, it made him feel fat, but not full, not yet. His tail wagged as the pressure in his plump tummy slowly grew, the soft, downy fur and the pelt beneath shifting as they rounded out around the growing mass of the gainer shake. Randy shuddered again as Ralph's hand resumed it's gentle rubbing. "Yes... you grow nice and fat for me... you fat piggy bitch..." They both blushed as Ralph found talking dirty awkward and Randy became very aware of his growing girth.

To tell the truth, Randy loved the feedings, but was never really sure about the weight, but he knew after that first feeding, and the love making that followed, that his big bad wolf loved his growth like he loved his big bad wolf's feedings. The first inklings of fullness crept through Randy's belly, and his ears drooped a bit, Ralph caught it immediately. "Whats wrong? feeling full?" he knelt next to Randy and rubbed wider circles around his swollen gut "Want me to strop?" Randy shook his head profusely, splashing the funnels contents a bit. "okay, but if it gets to be too much..." randy nodded, careful not to splash, and Ralph continued with pitcher three. Randy sucked greedily at the funnel now, remembering Ralph's advice "if you eat quickly, you can get more into your stomach before it registers the fullness, then you get the overstuffed feeling without the sick to your stomach feeling..." Ralph beamed, this pitcher was gone much quicker, and Randy's pot belly was rounding out into a gravid gut, bulging just above the middle of the vulpine's chunky thighs.

Randy Groaned around the funnel, even with his expanded diet, he was still getting full more quickly than he'd like, halfway through pitcher four he was absolutely stuffed. Ralph's tail wagged as Randy' belly wasn't the only thing on the vulpine that was swelling. "good job tonight buddy..." randy looked at him inquisitively as he felt his belly receive a gentle pat. "what? the gauge..." he pointed at Randy's crotch" says the foxy is full" Randy shook his head, a bit more freely now that the funnel was empty "I dunno sweaty, I don't want to hurt you..." the stuffed fox let both shackles drop, hefting himself up in the same manor an overly pregnant vixen would, he unclasped the funnel from the ceiling and handed the final two pitchers to the bewildered wolf, pulling of the funnel gag he grabbed Ralph's crotch and grinned "But this gauge says I have room..." and he waddled over to the bed "Now get the handcuffs... before I start to feel full..."