Borrowed Time - Chapter 3, Part 4

Written by Firefox, Illustrated by myself

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"Ooh, she's getting there," the vixen purred as she stroked the side of Loretta's radiantly hot face, brushing back sweaty, clinging locks of hair. She looked to Carme and asked, "Would you like the honors?"

Carme flashed a smug, buck toothed grin as she lifted her arms toward the tiger. "You spoil me."

Kagira hoisted Carme up, and the rat put a can of whipped cream to the corner of Loretta's mouth, filling her beak to overflowing before she could even begin to lazily gulp the fluffy stuff down.

The tigress leaned back and cheerfully exclaimed, "Three... two... one!"

An enormous, startled ripple flowed through Loretta as the lowest curve of her belly brushed the cold tile beneath her, and soon she could feel her tummy blanketing the swollen, scaly toes of her overloaded feet. Soon after that, she could feel parts of her touching the floor that shouldn't, like her meaty calves, creasing past the point of cankles and starting to bury her feet all on their own, with the thick rolls and dimpled bulges of her thighs not far behind. Her legs couldn't spread any wider as she swayed awkwardly, feeling her feathers flattened as her flesh spread against the floor. Her hands flapped, her arms so heavy and flabby that she could barely move them as they were propped up higher and higher by countless, lardy rolls. Her chins crowded her beak and her cheeks invaded her view as the meaty slope of her shoulders and the heaving swell of her chest piled up and out, forcing her to tilt her head back into the thick rolls piling up where the nape of her neck used to be.

With every grunt, every mouthful, she felt herself growing bigger, rounder, heavier, and softer. It was too much. Too difficult to balance so much weight. Too overwhelmingly blissful to keep eating and eating. She began to feel dizzy.

Her burps and huffs and gasps kept her jowls and cheeks and chins jiggling as she muttered, "Need... hffff... need to—"

The vixen interrupted her with an enormous eclair, stuffing it in with one finger as creme oozed and plopped from the end of her beak onto her heaving, quivering chest. Loretta felt herself rock unsteadily, eyes widening, arms swaying, hands flapping and toes wiggling as she lost her balance, her alarmed cries muffled by her mouthful. Instead of falling, she found herself sluggishly rolling onto her backside, her huge ass spreading against the floor, back rolls squishing together. She spent a moment in still silence, surprised by just how round she had become. She tried to reach forward, but her arms flopped uselessly against her sides after a few straining moments. Her feet kicked feebly at the air, a few farts forced out by the strain as she squirmed and wobbled helplessly from side to side, until she uttered a breathless, defeated whimper.

With a sly smirk, the vixen stepped around her, fingertips gliding over Loretta's greasy plumage, tracing her up her belly, her breast, chin by chin until she was gently cradling Loretta's cheek. "You were going to tell me that you needed to sit down?" She leaned in closer, eyes lidding. "Lucky you, you have the most comfortable seat in the house now."

Loretta heaved deep, slow breaths, broken up by small burps and grunts, as she chewed and swallowed the eclair and tried to collect herself. "N-no... hfff... I need—" She looked away, brow furrowing in shame. "I feel like I'm... hfff... gonna explode."

"Already?" The vixen said with a giggle, parroted disappointedly by Kagira and Carme behind her. "Surely you're not feeling full now."

"No... not—" She swallowed, shyly peering up at the vixen. "I'm... hffff... I'm... really... reallyhorny—" She winced impulsively in the wake of her confession, worried that she might be going too far even as she reminded herself over and over that it was a dream. "I, um... I-I can't reach... so... hfff... if it's not too much... hfff... to ask... since you've already, um... hfff... could you maybe... you know."

"Do I?" the vixen murmured, grinning and rolling her eyes. "It's your dream, my dear."

Loretta closed her eyes, trying to work up the nerve to make her request. "I... hffff... I want... could you just... hff... touch me... hffff... and squeeze me... hfff... and—" She opened her eyes, but couldn't bring herself to look into the vixen's as she grinned nervously and excitedly, squirming, squeezing her own flab with her sausage fingers. "And k-kiss me... hff... and... hfffff... f-finger me—" With one eye half open and her face burning brightly, she met the vixen's gaze again, feeling incredibly vulnerable as she whined, "Please... hff... I need it so bad!"

A moment passed in relative silence. Loretta's pulse thumped in her ears as she worried that she had overstepped her boundaries, but then, the vixen smiled, stood up straight, and lifted her dress off of herself in a single, sweeping motion. Loretta's breath caught in her throat as she saw that the vixen was now completely naked. Her hands brushed down the soft curves of her body, over her modest bosom, her rounded tummy and her broad, thick hips, smoothing out her silky fur as her tail swished behind her.

She knelt at Loretta's side and gently answered, "With pleasure, darling."

Loretta's wheezing breaths grew shorter and faster as the vixen's lips pursed to the upper mandible of Loretta's beak, gently pecking her way along its greasy, food splotched length until she was gently nuzzling the massively fat raven's forehead. She stayed like that for a moment, face to face with Loretta, gently stroking her hot, jiggling cheek, and as she closed her eyes and tilted her muzzle to the side, Loretta mirrored her with a thrilled shiver. She had never kissed anyone before, but the vixen made up for that with her confidence and clear experience. Loretta shuddered and exhaled, letting the vixen into her mouth. She groaned softly, feeling one hand cradling the back of her head, and the other stroking over her chest, across her heaving, quivering tit, until her nipple was being flattened by a squeezing palm.

She felt it get harder and harder to breathe, gasping and snorting through her nares, until the vixen's lips finally popped off the edges of her beak. Loretta stared dazedly up at the ceiling, her eyes full of floating stars.

"Be gentle with her," she heard the vixen say, sounding so distant through the breathless haze of pleasure and adrenaline.

The vixen stood up, but kept one hand on Loretta as she walked around the beached whale bird one more time, fingertips tracing soft rolls and deep creases. She finally felt the vixen's hands on her fat, scaly toes, then mussing the feathers of her bloated calves, and then slowly squeezing and kneading the puffy folds of her inner thighs. The vixen's fingers wiggled into the pancaked flab to delicately part Loretta's bulging, sweaty flesh, reaching deeper and deeper until her fingertips finally grazed the enormous mound of Loretta's fupa. She felt the vixen's hand turning over to cup and tenderly grope an overflowing handful of the fatty swell of her pussy like a juicy, record breaking peach. Loretta swooned, toes and fingers lazily curling as the vixen pushed deeper still, fingers slipping between the rolls and sliding through the slick fold, until she finally felt the vixen brush across her labia.

Loretta gasped and squirmed. She had never enjoyed such loving attention, she felt too ashamed and pathetic to masturbate half the time. After being neglected and pent up for so long, there was no controlling the shuddering, the soft, breathless moan as her excitement burst forth in a small, premature orgasm.

"Please don't stop," she whined, more frustrated than embarrassed. "I-I'm not... hffff... I'm not done! I need more!"

The vixen giggled quietly, giving one of her thigh rolls a reassuring squeeze. A moment later, the tiger and the rat stepped into view, grinning down at her.

"You heard the bird," said Kagira. "Pass me a box of that, uh—" Carme held up a tub of cream puffs, and after swiping one for herself, Kagira nodded. "That'll work!"

Without further fanfare, Kagira began to cram cream puffs into Loretta's beak by the fistful. Her cheeks bulged, her beak overflowing as she was forced to chew with her mouth open, snorting breaths through her nares as flakes of pastry and globs of filling and chocolate fell away from the corners of her beak in messy hunks. With every swallow she managed, she felt herself surging outwards in rippling waves, bigger and rounder, the gurgling dome of her middle obscuring ever more of her vision. She felt her arms and legs shifting, somehow forced even wider by their rolling thickness, spread eagle on a lardy mattress of her own feathery flesh, her limbs so bulky that she couldn't so much as bend them any more. Her fingers and toes became increasingly sluggish, perpetually touching even with her hands and talons open wide. It felt as if her limbs were receding into her flab as her quivering width continued to expand, with her head not far behind as her shoulders and chest formed a divot around her bloated face.