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[b][u]Easter Overindulgence (4/4)[/u][/b]

Four part commission for "nichara":https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nichara ! I love drawing buns, and getting to double team it with a kitsune..? How very fun ‘w’ <333

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First part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57654853/

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John moaned as the last chocolate rabbit was stuffed into his mouth. He was thankful that the fox had decided to end things on an easy note, the gallons of melted caramels she’d pumped down his throat had been particularly torturous, and his throat still felt hot and sticky from the remnants of the gorging session she’d forced him through. Looking down in hopes of seeing how bad the damage had been to his gluttonous frame, he realized in horror that his neck struggled to move, the rolls of neck flab were keeping him mostly upright and straight forward, and even if he could bed down enough to see what a fat blob he’d become….the expanse of his moobs blocked most of his vision, save for a shameful glimpse at the massive balloon of fat his stomach had become.

He was huge, beyond enormous, he could feel himself spread out feet in every direction as his pure white fur prickled in the air. His stomach was fully planted on the ground, far too heavy to lift, let alone do much more than wobble as the fox rubbed against him, no doubt aiding in his digestion…or something. Her teasing was only matched by the eagerness she had been to watch him gain, and even when he couldn’t see the rolls bunching up on his sides, simply feel the way his thighs segmented out into heavy saddlebags that locked his knees in a roll of fat and swallowed what was left of his ankles into a pillow of lard….the fox was oh so eager to describe it for him. To remind him how he’d never stand, how his muscles were so very weak, his body little more than a depository of warm enveloping flab that would only continue to expand.

There was no way he’d lose it—he’d never experience the speed or dexterity that his new rabbit form was known for. Instead, he was weighted down by gluttony, nearly a full ton of useless fat cloaking him and locking him in place as he wobbled and felt his stomach groan…already feeling the first hunger pains just minutes after his last gorge session.

“My, someone’s hungry! Well, you’ve finished off the Easter candy…so why not crack into my stores of Halloween? I was going to save it as a treat, but..what the hell, bun, you could use a bit of nourishment.”

The crinkling of the first candy made his ears flick up to full length, telescoping out as John shivered in anticipation for the sweetness that was to come. He knew he should resist, should stop her, find some way to regain his life and not just become a soft blob of putty that the fox would inevitably swell to unrecognizable size, bury him in endless rolls of white milky flesh that would leave him so fat and helpless that even chewing or moving his hands would be beyond him….the only thing he could look forward to was the strap of the hose going around his face, pressing against his puffy cheeks and locking into him as the first of thousands of calories funneled down his throat…John could see his future as the first Halloween candy was pressed against his lips, see how he would be little more than a blob of lard that the fox would tease and play with, feeding him to complete uselessness as she taunted him and made him beg for more…..

….But the sweetness in her words was matched only by the candy in her paw, and John couldn’t help but open his mouth obediently for the damnation that was sure to come…
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Troodon eats some Easter-themed chocolate and it causes him to become hare-like and hefty. All art is drawn by BadHarpy/Lotto.