Warning: Contains- Death, Rape, Predator consuming prey, Snuff, Disease/Infection, Cub/Toddler/Newborn, Pregnancy/Weight_Gain/ All the weird shit my work usually contains.  

Hanks Fatty Cub.
		12/11/20: “Breaking news, the T.V. blared: Sheva Despearo: Missing preschool teacher, found dead in Midlands park blocks from her home. Sheva Despearo: Missing preschool teacher was found dead late Thursday afternoon in Midlands park. Having been reported missing early Wednesday morning. Miss Despearo, 9 months pregnant at the time of her death, is just the latest in what Law Enforcement is calling a string of heart attacks brought about by violent rape. As reported by Lieutenant Sergeant Bob Bobson, all victims have been expecting mo- Click.”
Setting the remote down, Hank Smith chuckled darkly to himself as he slid the young cub held in his meat fist up & down his dick. That fox had been way old for him but it had been worth it to get to that fresh cunt meat growing in her womb. Looking up at the ceiling, Hank tried to remember if that was the 5th or 6th one this month but drew a blank. It didn’t matter he figured, not like they meant anything anyway, just some meat to be abused. Speaking of meat, Hank pulled the cub down hard on his shaft, & with a mighty roar, unleashed a torrent of cum into its small cunny. By the time his orgasm finished, the cub (A bunny girl) was twitching sporadically & her eyes had rolled into her head. Unsure of whether it was alive or not, Hank frankly did not care, after all, it’s just meat. Tossing the bunny into the air, Hank’s jaws snapped shut around it with a loud snap, finishing his snack in just one bite. He smiled to himself, a joke forming in his mind about always making the best stuffing.
Hank, who was a Repliforce Stormcore vet, was a 9ft, Royal Blue, Dragonoid with a massive burn scar on his left side & more muscles than he knew what to do with. Living in a cabin an hour outside of the town of Polandburg, the world knew him as a recluse. Personable enough when shopping or, on a rare occasion, out to eat, he did not work thanks to his military pension &, as far as anyone knew, rarely if ever visited or had visitors. Such an unassuming guy Hank was, that he always blended into the scenery wherever he went, despite looking like he could rip someone in half the hard way. But in reality, he was a dangerous predator in every sense of the world. Having developed a taste for cubs in both respects during his time in the core, he now used his size, training, & unassuming nature to fulfill his dark urges.
Getting up from his chair & grabbing a beer, Hank looked down at the remains of his meal on the floor & rued the fact cubs only ever lasted a short time.

“If only it was easier to get more.”- He thought glumly. - “Away to make my own so I could always have a fresh supply.”- Looking up at the ceiling as he always did when he was thinking. - “Maybe capture me a cute cub girl, keep her here & to pump out fresh cunt meat… In fact, that’s not a bad idea at all.”

Finishing his beer, Hank got to planning…
The next day Hank drove into town in the most inconspicuous car he owned, a silver hatchback. Dressed in a hoodie & hat to avoid security cameras. He went to 6 different stores that day to avoid his purchases looking suspicious. Once he had everything he needed, Hank began the hunt.
This was not the first time Hank had done a snatch & grab, oh no, he often performed this little maneuver whenever he needed fresh cunt meat. But those had been toddlers & young cubs, easy-ish to conceal & lacking the ability to fight back. This time his prey would be older & possess the ability to kick, scream, & generally make clear what was happening. Hank knew he had to be cautious, get them in the car willingly, preferably without anyone else close by. Scouring the city in a grid pattern for hours, Hank was careful not to drive through the same locations multiple times within too short of a time frame or appear to be looking for something as not to raise suspicion. Searching all his usual spots, Hank was dismayed at how difficult this venture was turning out to be. While he saw plenty of cubs, the ones he could feasibly snatch were much too young to breed, tempting as they were; & the ones old enough never seemed to be alone enough to get into his car without making a scene. By the time evening rolled around, Hank was feeling discouraged & about ready to give up, then he saw her. Walking alone near Midlands park, the same Midlands park he raped that teacher in, was a bear cub. Pulling up behind her, Hank guessed she was around 11 or 12, a bit old for his tastes but just what he needed. Getting a better look, Hank was dismayed to realize this girl was fat as fuck. Weighing at least 200 pounds, this girl was dressed in dorky, homely clothes, had A cup tits at best, cottage cheese thighs, a saggy ass, & a big gut tucked into her sweat pants. Franky Hank was disgusted by this girl, this nasty lard-ass, but she was alone, no one was around, & she met the criteria he was looking for, so he pulled up next to her. It didn’t take much to get her in the car, just a few kind words & a short conversation about how much it sucked having to walk, Hank was sure she mentioned her name at some point but could not remember for the life of him. It didn't matter though, she’s just meat after all.
Driving in the direction the bear cub indicated, Hank pulled down the first back-alley he found & before the cub could ask what he was doing he struck the back of her neck with his hand, knocking her out. Smiling, Hank had lost track of how many times that “Little Maneuver” had come in handy when acquiring new meat. A self-defense maneuver he learned in the core, it was the perfect technique to quickly subdue his victims without causing permanent damage… mostly. Unbuckling the bear, Hank pushed her to the floor, effectively hiding her from view, & began the journey home, excited for what was to come.
Pulling into his garage as the sun was setting, Hank pulled the bear out of the car & hauled her into his barren basement, save for a four-poster bed with a headboard & a toilet in the middle of the floor. Tossing the cub (who had gone from unconscious to sleeping) onto the bed, Hank first tied ropes to all four posters, then he threaded the ropes through one half of a pair of handcuffs. Satisfied the ropes would hold, Hank returned his attention to the cub. Stripping her naked, he was disgusted by how greasy her fur felt. Propping her against the headboard in a reclined sitting position & using pillows to stabilize her, Hank spread her legs, exposing her pussy which, thankfully, her gut did not cover, like the rest of her it was unwashed, emitting a less than pleasant odor, but looked unused save for an exploratory finger or two. At this point Hank was past disgusted, he was angry, angry that a gross fatty like her existed, that she could just walk around without being ashamed & just act normal. Right then Hank decided she would never get to act normal again.

“Mark my words, by the time im done, she’ll never be normal again.”- He growled into empty air.

Spreading her legs a bit further, Hank slipped the other half of the handcuffs around all four of her limbs, making sure the ropes had enough slack to shake her around a bit. Once the bear cub was locked in place, Hank gave her a hard smack across the cheek to wake her up. Watching with mild amusement as the cub woke with a start, Hank just stood by the bed as he waited for the cub to realize what was going on. Once the cub got her bearings he quickly pressed a large knife to her neck before he had a chance to speak. Grinning in amusement at the fear plastered on the cub’s face, Hank gave her the 4-1-1

“If you want to scream, feel free but no one will hear you here, My cabin is miles away from anyone else. From now on you're going to do what I say or I kill you, you will satisfy me without complaint or I kill you, & while you may scream & cry to your heart’s content if you speak without permission I kill you.”- He pulled the knife back a bit.- “nod if you understand.”- She nodded.- “Good. now then.”

Pulling off his pants, Hank revealed his dragon cock to the cub. 13 Inches long & barbed, Hanks nuts & shaft were covered in small black & white warts that leaked yellowish puss & stank to high heaven. It was the price he paid for indulging his lust with reckless abandon overseas, a permanent reminder of the lives his unbridled lust effected. In Hank’s mind, they were a trophy. Looking at the cub, Hank was extremely excited to pass his disease onto her. Wasting no more time, he climbed onto the bed, positioned his knees on either side of the bear cubs body & began poking her mouth with his dick. At first, she refused to open but Hank just growled & held up the knife & then his dick was in.

“If you bite me, I’ll pull all your teeth out.”- He warned.

Thrusting hard, Hank slammed his dick into the cub’s throat, causing her to gag & wine around the meat log in her mouth. Slamming her with force, his barbed dick cut the roof of her mouth. & warts on his shaft & balls began to burst, filling her mouth & covering her face/chest with their infectious contents. Fortunately for the cub, Hank was feeling pretty pent up from driving around all day, & after a few pints of rancid pre, he shot his load in short order. Dark yellow & full of chunks, Hanks cum burned like lava & tasted like death. Finishing the easy one in her mouth, Hank pulled out with a satisfying slurping sound. Since he fucked her throat not her mouth, everything went straight to her stomach, leaving nothing for her to try spitting out.
Adjusting his body so he was laying on top of her, Hank was incredibly turned on by the fat tears rolling down her face & even more so by the look of fear in her eyes as his barbed tip began poking her virgin entrance. Pulling back, Henry trusted forward, penetrating the bear cub, taking her virginity, & entering her womb. Savoring what he had just done, Henry allowed the cub to thrash & whine beneath him as her body reacted to the pain, waiting until she settled down to continue. Once she settled, he began fucking with all his might, shaking the bed with for force of his thrusts, his tip entering her womb each time. As they fucked, the barbs on Hanks cock tore & her vaginal walls, scraping & degrading them as the nasty puss from his warts filled her to the point it began leaking out around his cock each time he pulled back. Unlike with his first load, Hank was not pent up this time so there would be no quick release, & the pair ended up fucking for over an hour before Hank roared & unleashed another burning, rotten load directly into her womb.
After 10 minutes of orgasm, Hank rolled of the cub & stood on the floor looking down at her. Her inner thighs were completely plastered in cum N’ wart puss & the same mixture flowed from her pussy like a waterfall, saturating the bare mattress beneath her. She had also passed out again but that was fine, Hank did not need her awake for the next part. Heading back upstairs, Hank retrieved an old beer bong from his junk closet (another remnant from his Stormcore days) & along with a metal hook & his drill, headed back downstairs. Putting the tube from the beerbong in the cub’s mouth, Hank positioned it so it reached down her throat, bypassing her mouth & gag reflex along with ensuring she would not be able to remove it with her hands tied. Next, he drilled a hole for the hook where the top of the funnel touched the wall when in position. Finally, screwing in the hook, Hank attached the funnel to it so the beer bong would be stuck in the cub's throat until he saw fit to remove it. Satisfied with the work, Hank slapped the bear cub awake once again, smirking at her confusion at the tube stuck in her mouth.

"That's enough for today but don't you think you'll ever get off that easy again."- "OH! & before I forget."- Hank reach over & painfully groped her budding A-Cup titty's. - "Say goodbye to these, Cunt-meat."- with a laugh, Hank walked out the door & turned off the light, leaving the fat bear cub alone, sacred, & in the dark.

The next morning, Hank got up at 6 A.m. as usual, made breakfast & began simmering a 25qt pot on the stove. Into the pot, he added oats, lard, & a cocktail of fertility drugs/ growth hormones. Satisfied with the concoction, Hank ate his breakfast while it cooked & turned on the news, it was all about the now missing cub, he was sure they mentioned her name but for the life of him, he could not remember it. Once the gruel was finished Hank allowed it to cool for a bit (He's a monster, not an asshole) & hauled it down to the basement. Opening the basement door & turning on the light, Hank found the bear cub already awake, or maybe she never slept, it didn't matter she was just meat after all. Walking up to the bed, he began pouring the gruel into the funnel, Hank chuckled as she freaked out & struggled to stop it, knowing full that nothing she did would help. By the time the entire pot was empty, the bear cub was laying quite still & her gut was a rock hard dome sticking straight up. Disgusted as he was, it was the result Henry was looking for, so in that sense, the operation had been a success. Discarding the pot, Henry climbed on the bed, taking care to avoid pressing in the cub girl's stomach, & began inserting his dick in her mouth. Thankfully (for her) everything went smoothly & when Henry hit the back of her throat, he began fucking with reckless abandon. Like last time Hanks dick unleashed its vile torrent after only 10 minunts of face fucking, taking care of the easy one & giving the Bear's meal an extra topping. Moving onto her pussy next (Which still stung from last night), Hank again avoided pressing her stomach as he fucked her hard & with little care for her safety. For over an hour they fucked until, with a mighty roar, Hank unleashed his vile torrent into her pussy filling it with burning cum & wart puss. After that, he rolled off her left the room, coming back an hour later with another pot of gruel & fed her again before fucking her mouth & pussy once more. All-day this went on & by the time Hank uncuffed her to use the bathroom, the bear cub could barely walk.
For weeks this went on with, the cub getting a pot of gruel every two hours from 7 A.M. to midnight, with Hank fucking her mouth & pussy for an hour after she ate & getting a one bathroom break in the morning & one before lights out. Occasionally, Hank would unhook her to try different positions of fucking or go to the bathroom on her. But for the most part, she remained cuffed to the bed.
Staring on in horror the bear watched Hank violate  & devour a small puppy cub in front of her very eyes. It had been a while since Hank had a fresh victim, having focused all his time on the bear in the bed. But that being as stressful & time-consuming as it was he decided to treat himself. Picking the cub from a dealer friend of his, it only took Hank a few minutes to blow his load into the cub as his dick destroyed its fragile body.

“Probably just scared the fuck out of the cunt-meat on the bed.”- Hank thought to himself. “Ahh, it doesn’t matter she’s only meat, good lesson on why not to cross me though.”

Finishing his meal, Hank made the cub clean his cock while he admired his handy work. So far his plan was showing great promise. The bear cub had gained another  50lbs with her ass & thighs ballooning up & sagging. Her budding breasts had become tender, fatty B-cups & her pussy discolored, with the stench of fish, old cum, urine & sweat permitting it. Finally, thanks to the drug cocktail combined with disuse,  her muscles were wasting away. At this point she was the disgusting blob Hank envisioned when he decided to finish the job she started & completely ruin her but no way was he stopping now.
Increasing her gruel intake from 25 quarts to 40 quarts, Hank’s next step was to make her virtually immobile, making sure she would have to rely on others for everything. He could have just cut off her limbs, install some hooks on each stub & have his own swinging fuck nugget, but that was too easy. Instead, he decided to pierce her. Once again using skills he learned in the core, he pierced her nipples, ears, eyebrows, nose, lips, & tongue. Inserting the most trashy piercings he could find (Tiny golden dicks & the like). If she was going to be his trashy slut, she may as well look the part.
From there, the second month progressed pretty similarly to the first, the bear cub did not appear to be pregnant yet which Hank for disappointing but he was not checking so admittedly he could be wrong. Between each fucking session, Hank found himself playing with his cut meat cub more & more. No longer content with just leaving her to digest her meal alone for an hour, Hank would head upstairs, get the gruel started, & head back to the basement for some “Entertainment”. Occasionally he would violate & devour another cub in front of her but mostly Hank would uncuff her & force her to walk around the room. Making her march or do a simple exercise, Hank loved watching her fat, near useless body fail. Becoming exhausted from things any girl her age should be able to do as her slutty piercing jingled. About halfway through the month, Hank allowed her outside his basement, telling her if she could make it up the stairs she was free to go. He laughed as she lay crying & completely exhausted on the 6th step. 
By the third month, it was clear Hanks “Games” had taken a toll on the anything-but-little cub. Before she lay still & scared when he arrived, too afraid of what he might do to resist. Now she whined & weakly struggled whenever he came in, her own life no longer worth preserving if she had to continue being humiliated & tormented by the bad dragon. Hank loved it. Originally he thought the meat being quiet & dull would make this easy but turns out, that was boring. But her struggling & hating him? Now that gave Hank a reason to keep going! Feeling as she struggled beneath him. Watching more & more of her life become his. Knowing the meat no longer cared if it lived or died, just wanting it to be over & him denying her that, oh Hank loved it!
Speaking of love, Hank loved that the meat finally noticed what he was doing to her body. Now up to 60 quarts, the bear was eating ⅓ of her body weight a day in what was essentially pure fat & carbohydrates. Determined to add to his amusement, & her torment, Hank had lugged a full-length mirror into the basement, setting it up by the bed. Now, each morning before the first pot of gruel, he forced the meat to grope & molest herself in front of the mirror for his viewing pleasure. She may no longer care if she lived or died but Hank knew inflicting pain would always be a good motivator. The bear cub now sported a 300 lbs frame, with her ass, thighs, & stomach bloated & distended beyond what Hank believed possible. Her once cute, budding breasts were now fatty C-cups that were extremely engorged, covered in fresh stretch marks, & sore to the touch. Her pussy went from pink to dark red & was covered in smegma. Hank’s favorite part though? The plethora of black & white warts now growing happily around her mouth & pussy leaking yellowish puss. Now a part of him was part of her forever.
Chuckling in embarrassment, Hank admitted to himself he was wrong. He believed he would always be disgusted by the meat’s fatty body. But looking at the dirty cub, crying as she was forced to play with her disgusting body, Hank had to admit he loved it. Sure she was gross, but the pure sadness & disgust that she radiated every time she caught a glimpse of herself was irresistible. So now with the disgusting body & warts, there was only one last thing to do. Breed the meat.
Cuffing the crying cub back to the bed, Hank headed upstairs to retrieve her morning gruel, simmering on the stove. Walking into the kitchen Hank killed the heat, checked his mail & had a beer as he waited for the pot to cool a bit, then headed back downstairs once he was ready. Pouring the 6o Qt into the feeding tube, Hank enjoyed her whines of discomfort as her nasty stomach bloated & distended as it filled with gruel. Hank had not once bathed her since she arrived so on top of everything else, her fur was matted & dirty, stinking like a sewer from all the accumulated filth. Once the pot was empty, Hank climbed onto the bed as usual, but instead of mounting the bear cubs face, Hank uncuffed her, picked her up, laid down on the bed, & began slowly lowing the cub onto his rock-hard dragon dong. Smiling as the cub struggled to stop his cock from penetrating her dirty, slimy, smelly pussy. Hank had decided in the kitchen that since the body of the meat was ruined beyond salvaging, he would direct his attention back to his original goal of knocking her up, his dick already spraying pre at that thought of fresh newborns to fuck. Forgoing her usual face fucking Hank began fucking her pussy, his massive dick slamming deep & hard into the nasty orifice. Digging deep, the barbed cock sought to do what it had failed to do thus far, pump a hot load of cubs right into that young womb, marking her as Hank’s property forever.
So Hank began to fuck the cub all-day, every day. No longer stopping to rest, Hank fed the bear cub once in the morning & then proceed to fuck her until lights out. For weeks this continued, Hank feeding the cub in the morning than fucking her until he made her use the bathroom at night, now making her piss on pregnancy tests in front of him. Looking disappointed each time it came back negative, Hank would always redouble his efforts the next day, getting many loads into the young cub as possible, not even using the bathroom, choosing instead to just piss in the bear. Then one day, about 6 months into the cub’s imprisonment it happened. Hank, feeling extra horny, blew his load deep inside the cub. Unlike the other though, this load was special, it knew its purpose & was determined to succeed. Flooding up the bear cubs ruined love tunnel, the sperm attacked the cervix like a well-oiled machine, working in perfect unison to strike the weak points where Hanks barbed dick scratched it. Thanks to their teamwork they succeeded where the others had failed & forced their way into the womb where two Ova swam.
Having snuck out early that day, the Ova had ignored their mom & aunt (The ovaries) warning that bad things were happing & they needed to stay inside. The womb looked nice & inviting that day & the two girl being rambunctious trouble makers, snuck out. Trying to flee, the two girls almost made it back to the fallopian tubes but the sperm, as barbed as the dick they came from, fired their barbs like harpoons. Spearing the two Ova like fish the sperm reeled them in struggling & screaming. It was far, far too late though, & once in range, the sperm swarmed. The Ova’s eggshell defenses were powerless compared to the sperms primal, feral desires & they quickly broke through. Digging into the nucleus & the Ova’s DNA, the sperm maliciously began mutating the Ova’s DNA. Feeling their minds & bodies corrupting & twisting, the Ova gurgled & screamed as their lives as they knew them came to a sudden & unexpected end. Their bright futures now lost in darkness, the Ova felt their mids begin to slip away as they descended & attached to the uterine wall. The girls last thought before their minds slipped away?

“Why didn’t we listen?”

Finishing his orgasm, Hank took a few minutes to recuperate before he began primally pounding his disgusting bear cub once again. About a month later it happened, picking up the cubs latest pregnancy test, Hank it was positive. Ecstatic about the result, Hank made the bear use the rest of the box, confirming she was pregnant.

“Finally.”- Hank thought.- “Finally I will have fresh fuck meat just for me!”- He was ecstatic.

Dialing back on the fucking but increasing the feedings, Hank watched with joy as his fuck meat changed thanks to the pregnancy. Her growing stomach soon outpaced her flabby gut, becoming a rock hard ball no matter the time of day. Her breasts went from fatty C-cups to bloated D-cups, with her areola & nipples becoming incredibly engorged & dark, each nipple now several inches long & thick. Finally, her pussy turned the color of cooked ground beef, swelling up & widening, becoming a gaping cavern that reeked of rot & death. All this on top of the extra 50 pounds of fat her disgusting frame now carried & her ever-thickening warts. Still only fucking her pussy, Hank made sure to douse his cubs in cum every day, supposedly fucking during pregnancy could be damaging, but Hank didn’t care, they were just meat after all.
For months Hank & his cub continued their daily schedule of feeding & fucking, right up until the due date. On that fateful day, Hank was balls deep inside the bear when it happened. Crying out in pain, Hank felt her ruined clamp around his dick as white-hot pain rippled through her, causing her obese body to shake uncontrollably. Emanating from her bloated & extremely distended stomach, the ripple was soon followed by another & another as the obese cub sobbed from the pain rippling through her. Then it happened, her water broke. Flooding out around Hank’s dick, the greasy fluid soaked his crotch, & the mattress underneath him. Did Hank stop though? Hell no, he just fucked harder. As the cub on top of him sobbed & stomach writhed & boiled with movement, he slammed her against his crotch with more force.
Eventually to the cub’s horror, she began to feel the creature in her stomach descend & push agonist her cervix. Not wanting to be a mother to Hanks cubs, she clenched & squirmed, trying whatever she could think of to not have this baby. All she did was slow the process & prolong her suffering because inch by agonizing inch, the baby pushed through her cervix, & into her birth canal until it ran into hanks dick. Not willing to stop for it, Hank continued to fuck, pushing the baby back as he pushed forward until it began moving with his movements, instead of pushing against him. Hank did not have to wait long to find out why this was, however, as a moment later the feeling of the baby rubbing agonist his dick became too much & with a roar, Hank unleashed his vile spunk into the mother & all over the child. Pulling his satisfied dick out once his orgasm finished, Hank felt the baby come with it & to his surprise, found an adorably delicious newborn bear cub suckling the tip of his dick. Immediately rock hard from the sight, Hank wanted to stuff his massive dick into newborns tiny cunny, to fill her so full of cum she exploded. Salivating att he thought, Hank was about to fufill his carnal desires when his breeding meat let out another shrill cry. Her stomach was still writhing & boiling, apparently she was not done yet. Lifting the “In labor” cub off his lap, Hank laid her back on the bed, taking a seat at the end of said bed himself, with the newborn bear cub still suckling on his dick. Without the assistance of his dick, Hank knew his obese baby sack was in for long, hard labor, & he would enjoy every second of it.
An hour later the bear cub lay on the bed panting & silently weeping. Her two tender & sore nipples being suckled by a cub each, the little bear cub still soaked in daddies cum on the right, & a royal-blue Dragonoid, a spitting image of her daddy on the left. Staring intently at his second daughter, Hank wondered if he ever looked that innocent & pure, even at that age. Currently, Hank was locked in a fierce mental struggle on what to do from here. The primal, lustful part of him screamed to use the cubs now, to rip them off the nipple & fuck them to oblivion. While the logical part calmly demanded her wait, see what kind of fun he could have with them, he could get other cubs but he could never get his first two back. In the end, Hank compromised, blowing a massive load all over the three of them before heading back upstairs for a cold shower before bed.
The next morning Hank came downstairs with, his breeding meats first pot of gruel, having decided what he planned to do. Hank would spare his daughter’s lives, he would still use them of course, just not to the point of their demise. Instead, he would use them as an experiment, playing with their small pussies, infusing their small wombs with cum, put them on the most powerful illegal fertility drugs scientists working for rich Cubophiles could make. In short, Hank wanted to find out just how early a cub could be bread. Feeding the obese mamma bear her gruel, Hank sat down on the edge of the bed, gently scooped up his new daughters, & began introducing them to his dick.

Three years later: Hank sat in his chair, enjoyed his beer, & watched the news as a 200-quart pot of gruel simmered on the stove & two bottles warmed in a pot of hot water. Finishing his beer & turning off the news, Hank checked the gruel & bottles, seeing that they were done, loaded them onto a tray & headed to the basement. Heading inside, the room was extremely different than it was three years ago. The walls were painted pink, there were two princess beds,  toys, & even a T.V. The room was a nice child’s room in all senses of the word, save for a dark corner where an obese blob laid on a nasty soiled mattress. 	A moment later a cry of Daddy! Filled the room, & his two daughters came waddling towards him. Nearly as wide as they were tall, the two girls distended bellies stuck out nearly a foot in front of them. It had only taken 2 years & 6 months for Hank to knock the girls up, their cunny’s already massively dark caverns from being used by Hank’s dick a plethora of what Hank called “Love bumps” growing around their mouths & crotch. Handing the girls their bottles, which were filled with warm cum, Hank crouched down & kissed his daughters. Despite using them as an experiment, Hank did love them. Standing back up, Hank picked up the pot of gruel & went to give “mommy” her meal. Now up to 520 Lbs, the bear took up the entire bed with her hips & ass hanging off the sides. Her face now drowning in a sea of fat rolls, the 15-year-old bear no longer had a body shape, instead just being an amorphous blob of fat. Her once budding breasts were now obese F-cups, covered in warts, with pitch-black, fist-sized nipples. They constantly leaked a rancid substance, similar in texture & density to the gruel she ate. Having had a dozen kids at this point, the last 10 Hank having given away or eaten, Her pussy was ruined beyond salvation. As black as her nipples, it gaped open, the muscles behind it no longer having any strength or tightness to them & the layer of smegma coating it was an inch thick. Warts had also grown in number, now running down her chests & breasts & up around her anus.
Feeding the meat blob her gruel, Hank noted that at just 15 she looked just like the obese brood-mothers he had seen overseas in the core, & he loved it. His daughters waddling over, the bear sucking her bottle & the Dragonoid picking at her “Love bumps”, Hank looked over the small collection assembled before him & emotion bloomed within him. Having developed a feeling of compassion & love for his little family, Hank’s heart grew three sizes that & he realized, they weren’t just meat. They were his family.