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Fantasy WG story. Adventurers find something powerful, and very hungry...GP REWARD

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Chapter #8

Dreaming

    by: KaptainKq Author IconMail Icon
As Maria's slumber grew deeper and deeper, she began to dream.

The tubby orange vixen dreamt that she was standing in the middle of a forest, alone. She was just as fat as she was now, and just as naked. Despite her bulk, though, she had no apparent difficulty standing. She felt herself up, a bit; just as soft and squishy as she remembered, but not quite as sensitive. Maria hefted her large, sagging gut in her hands and found that it was almost weightless. "How strange," she thought.

The scent of food entered her vulpine nostrils; she waddled forth to find its source. It was a wonderful scent, that of perfectly-roasted meat and sweet, sweet blueberry pie, as well as a few other scents, no less sumptuous. She weaved around numerous trees, coming closer and closer to the wonderful smell...

But found herself stuck between the trunks of two rather close oak trees, her belly wedged tight.
"Oh, dear..." But, her mind wandered from her predicament when she looked up; she'd found the source of the delicious scent.

She had happened upon a gathering of 20 muscular male foxes, huddled around a long wooden table. On top of the table were the delicacies she'd smelled: Heaping bowls of mashed potatoes, each with an equally-generous pot of rich, well-seasoned gravy; an assortment of wagon-wheel sized pies of varying flavors; a platter piled high with buttered cobs of corn; at least 10 stuffed turkeys; a plate of thick, well-done steaks, just the way Maria liked them; and a bowl of strawberries with a smaller bowl full of melted chocolate beside it.

But these were not the "main attraction;" no, that was in the center of the table: An enormous roasted pig, golden-brown and dripping with a variety of thick sauces and glaze, lying belly-down in a pan with an apple in its mouth. Maria's mouth would have been watering...

... Were not all of the foxes' eyes on her. She was feeling quite self-conscious; she hadn't expected that anybody would see her like this, fat and nude. She blushed through her fur as she tried to avert her gaze from the staring foxes; it wouldn't be nearly so bad if they weren't so handsome!

One of the males, one covered in gray fur, rose from the table, approaching her. He was, for the most part, naked himself, just like all of the other males, save for a loincloth.


"I... I'm sorry..." the orange vixen stammered, wracked with embarrassment.

"For what?" the muscular male answered, "You are the guest of honor, Maria! Why should you be sorry at your own feast?" All of the foxes cheered.

"You... You know my name?"

"Of course! We've been expecting you! Now, come. ... I am Kervos, by the way."

"Oh! It's nice to meet you, Kervos... I'm... A bit stuck..."

"Ah, of course." Kervos raised his claw, and snapped, beckoning forth four of the other males: One red, one white, one green, and one brown, all stood at attention. "If you will, men... Please 'escort' Miss Maria to her seat."

"Of course!" they exclaimed in unison, eagerly taking position around Maria. The green and white foxes took their place on either side of the large vixen's expansive white-furred belly, lifting it from underneath, while the other two took their place behind Maria, each placing their paws squarely on her buttocks, and pushing. "Oh, my!"

"I apologize for the discomfort," Kervos said. "We're doing what we can to get you out." Kervos stepped forward, and embraced Maria's gut, pulling as hard as he could.

Honestly, Maria was quite enjoying the attention; she hadn't been touched in quite some time, especially not by such fine specimens of virility and masculinity, all paying undivided attention and using the utmost care to move her. With a *pop!*, she sprang from between the trees, jiggling wildly and being cradled by ten strong, vulpine arms. She was still blushing, but not as embarrassed.

They carried her over to the other end of the table, where a throne had been set up for her, wide enough to accommodate her fat ass. They lowered her into place, and removed their arms from beneath her, placing them instead on the vixen's meaty belly, rubbing it gently.


"Th- thank you..." Maria stammered, overwhelmed by such treatment.

"Think nothing of it..." Kervos said. "Now, it's time for the feast to begin!" He gestured toward the table. "All... For you!"

"Really?" she said, excitedly; she hadn't noticed until now, but she was starving.

"Yes. Would you like us to feed you?"

The vixen purred. "That would be nice."

Kervos snapped his fingers, and all of the males rose, each grasping one of the dishes, save for the pig in the center, and bringing them forward to the hungry vixen.

"Open wide, if you will."

Maria obeyed, opening her muzzle as wide as she possibly could, and was rewarded with a spoon-full of buttery mashed potatoes. "Oh..." the vixen moaned in ecstasy; they were, perhaps, the best she'd ever eaten, creamy and fluffy in a way she'd never had the pleasure to taste. It was followed by another heaping spoon-full, and another, with intermediate ladle-fulls of gravy, which Maria happily ate, until the bowl was gone. The male put this bowl and spoon aside, and placed his own paws on Maria's doughy gut, which had grown slightly larger, and began to knead it.

The process continued, with different dishes; as they were depleted, the tod would either join the others in their reverent massage, perhaps using a special oil, or return to the table for another dish. This went on for nearly two hours. Slices of pie, pumpkin, cherry, blueberry, apple, and pecan disappeared down her throat after having gently been placed on her tongue, with minimal chewing. So did turkey breasts and legs, which the tods took care to hold aloft for the vixen to gnaw on so that she wouldn't swallow a bone; the same care was taken with the corn cobs, as well. Steaks disappeared, chewed thoroughly and savored, piece by piece bitten off a skewer. All of these were followed by the strawberries, each dipped in the thick melted chocolate, slowly swirled about to make sure that as much chocolate as possible had found its way onto sweet fruit, and placed on her tongue, slithering down her throat after some mastication. She moaned in pleasure, rubbing her belly with her own paws as everyone else was. Every once in a while, Kervos would raise a chalice filled with a sweet red wine to the vixen's lips, tipping it up to let the beverage flow into her mouth. Never before had Maria been treated so well, like a queen.

All the food was emptied from the table, finding its way into Maria's eager paunch... Save for the roasted pig, which still sat in the center of the table. She eyed it groggily, drunk from indulgence, and licked her chops.


"Are you still hungry, Maria?" Kervos asked, with a tone that betrayed the question to be rhetorical.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... Yes, dear Kervos... I am," she replied, punctuating her sentence with a small burp. "Oh... Excuse me."

"But of course, Maria. Shall we lift you over to the swine?"

"Yes, Kervos."

All of the foxes placed their hand under the vixen, over 5 times the size she was when she'd come to the banquet; over a ton of vixen-blubber and flesh sat in that throne. They each lifted Maria, slowly rising above her seat, and carefully carried her to the roasted hog. It was nearly three times as large as she was! There was no way it could be lifted into her mouth... So, she was being taken to the pig.

She was placed upon the near-empty table, right beside the golden-brown swine. The lard-ass vixen lay on her belly, with her muzzle poised right beside the pig's right thigh.


"Dig in, Maria!" all of the tods cried in unison, continually cheering as the whale of a vixen tore into the succulent porker, almost inhaling fat and meat... For over an hour, she ate, much like a pig, face buried in the hog, and ass swaying rhythmically, until all that was left was a pile of bones and an apple. She belched, having defeated the hog, and blushed as a rush of gas escaped her rear-end, a loud, rather unladylike *FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT* sending her belly and ass jiggling like a gelatin-mold. When everyone began to laugh, she laughed, as well; she had a wonderful time.

They all cheered louder than ever as the 4-ton vixen crawled sluggishly into the pan to claim the apple, like a trophy, and place it in her mouth, giggling all-the-while.


"Well done, Maria!" Kervos exclaimed, as he patted the vixen's swollen gut. She grinned, grunting out words of gratitude around the fruit in her mouth.

"And now, the festivities shall continue in the great hall!" Kervos gestured toward a grand hut behind her, 4 stories tall and composed mainly of adobe, with an entrance wide enough to accommodate an enormous vixen such as herself.

Everyone cheered once more, lifting Maria's bulk into their arms and toward the hut. They each grinned wildly at her, as if they had a special surprise for her waiting beyond that door...

While Maria didn't know what it could possibly be, she was excited for what was in store...
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