[i]Don’t steal sweets from THAT sweet shop! Definitely not THAT sweet shop! Don’t you know why?![/i]

Once upon a time there was a little fox. There was nothing much to him, he was a cub like any other, coming to buy a treat on his way home from school. 

But he was a little mean, a little mischievous. If he was bored waiting in line he’d play a prank, or steal something from the shelves when he thought nobody was looking. Because he didn’t get caught he got more brazen, taking more and more and not even bothering to pay for his regular order.

The shopkeeper, a wizened old crow, decided that enough was enough. He used his secret alchemy lab in the back to make a very special gobstopper, black liquorish mixed with chocolate flavour, that he knew the fox would not be able to resist! 

He laid it out upon a counter near the back of his shop, and the next day, sure enough, the fox couldn’t help but be drawn to it. It just [i]had[/i] to be his treat for today, but the price was more than he wanted to pay. 

That was no problem, as he simply popped it in his mouth when the shopkeeper was distracted. 

[i]Mmmmmmm![/i]

The flavour was delicious, sweet and savoury all at once, with a twinge of salty. The fox held still for a moment just to flavour the taste, letting his tongue roll around it. There was deliciousness, there was tastiness… there was sudden discomfort. 

He looked down and realised that his belly was swelling, his waistband tightly squeezing against it. He let out a whimpering groan as his button popped, letting his new belly spill out wide in front of him.

But the most embarrassing things were happening behind. The new weight wasn’t just outside, but inside as well. Pressure was pushing against his tight little backdoor. As his pants were dropping, as a loud [i]GRRRGGGLLLRR[/i] drew the attention of everyone in the shop to his rumbling belly, his treacherous tail flagged. 

[b]PHBLLLRRRTTTT[/b]

With a sad little squashiness he filled up his tighty-whities with fresh brown fox-fudge, bulging them out. There was a pause of shocked astonishment, then all the other kids in the store pointed and laughed at him. He blushed with shame as his pants sunk down, exposing the thick brown mess filling them up. 

This was the time when the shopkeeper got up, grabbed him around the waist, and dragged the still pooping fox into the back rooms. He shut him up in a little room while he finished up with the rest of his customers. Once the last kid had paid for his sweets, he switched his sign from open to closed, and went into the backrooms. 

The fox had plenty of time to wallow in his soiled underpants. Try as he might he couldn’t open his mouth to spit the sweet out. His jaw was stuck shut, and his would not stop rolling the sweet morsel around his mouth. His bowels would not stop pumping thick brown sludge into his underwear, stretching them to the point of bursting. 

To his alarm, his poop wasn’t coming out warm anymore, it was coming out cold and thick, in big splodgy logs that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he clenched. 

When the shopkeeper came back it was with a special box, plain metal with a tap on one side. On the inside was a plug, with a little hollow nozzle. He stuck a finger in the strange, cold mess that the fox was dumping everywhere. 

“Chocolate. I suppose that’s to be expected.” He remarked with a smirk.

The crow took the fox’s pants off, lifted him up, spread his legs to expose his sludge-spewing tailhole. He overpowered the little cub’s wriggling and squirming to screw his butt down on the nozzle. The fox whined, but couldn’t do anything but push his poop down the hole, whimpering as it was blocked by the tap. 

The crow made a call to his parents, telling him what had happened and what he was planning to do. They were relieved. They knew their boy had been misbehaving, but had no time to discipline him. 

So the fox was stuck in a little box, unable to open his mouth, with a tube stuck up his butt.

The next day, the sweet store had a new offering, an ice-cream machine, where he’s offer chocolate one scoop at a time. Occasionally you can hear weird whimpering from inside it, but the shopkeeper just smiles and says that it is the cooling mechanism.

[i]So if you find the sweet shop managed by an old crow, with an ice-cream machine that never seems to run out, make sure you don’t steal from them![/i]