Demon’s Delight of a Fat Fox

Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, feederism, immobility, D/s, teasing), sex

The demon dog watches from the table’s booth as his bedbound wife stares up at his caravan’s TV from the struggling trailer bed, their moobs rising and falling with every labored breath they wheeze in and out. They’re watching some cooking show, one of the few channels they could get on antenna. They did have a media server hooked up to the TV, but obviously the fat fox didn’t want to think more than they had to. The demon dog’s gaze moves down their body to the pile of lard filling up their lap, and he coos through aroused breaths, “I’ve never seen a fox as fat as you before, but I did make you this fat. And now every single day of the rest of your life is gonna be spent right here with me.” The fox seemed to be barely awake, so the demon dog takes it upon himself to get up from the booth, climb into the foot of the bed, flop down on their massive gut, plow the base of their muzzle into their moob and belly fat, and stare them down.

He barks emotionlessly, “Wife,” the glow of his red eyes piercing into the fat fox’s mind. “You’re such a fucking fatty, lardgut.” His embrace lovingly tightens, paws sinking deeper into fox fat. The fat fox seems more alert now, yawning and wrapping their own paws around their spouse’s back. The demon dog takes this opportunity to shove a paw into their muzzle, saying, “Hold on, fatty,” as he grabs one of the gas station fudge brownies from the open container in bed with them. “Alright, wifey, don’t close your muzzle when I take my paw out,” he commands, still staring them down. As he takes his paw out, he notices how beautifully yellowed their teeth are. After a pause, he shoves the brownie into their fat face and coos, “Good boy.” He feels his cock throbbing against the fox’s massive overhang, the insatiable feeding urge filling his mind; he was a demon of gluttony after all. He grabs the container of brownies and growls, “You deserve to be full of treats, fatty. You deserve a stomach stuffed with fat and sugar.” He begins rapidly filling their muzzle, practically shoving the rich, chocolaty fudge down their throat. He smiles, showing his unnaturally sharp teeth, and hums, “Don’t worry, dear, your spouse won’t let you choke.” His cock grinds against their overhang, trying to sink as far as he can into the overflowing ocean. “You need to be fatter. I’m gonna make you fatter. Good boy, you fat fuck. Fatty wife,” he whines and growls, his balls emptying into their fur as he does. He sputters and pants, his paws affectionately filling with his wife’s rolls of moob lard stretching behind their back. The container of at least a dozen, fudgy, dense brownies was empty. The fat fox was stuffed with them.

Gorged on dessert for dinner, the fat fox quickly drifts off to sleep. Despite their loud snores clearly indicating that this was the case, the demon dog continued muttering with his snout buried in gut fat. “Did you know I can’t cum without seeing your fat face getting stuffed anymore? Nothing besides forcing more fat on your waistline gets me there.” He scoots himself up their fat, snoring body, positioning himself to stick his snout into their ear. He gives the inside a good lick, hoping to wake them up, but there’s only so much their slow, sluggish body has the energy for anymore. Regardless, he continues to murmur, “It’s so hot seeing how I can pack hundreds of pounds of lard onto your body in just a few short years. I’m gonna keep stuffing your stomach and cumming into your fur. You’re so lucky a demon like me came into your life. You get to just lay there and be loved, as I find out how fat foxes can get.” He licks deeper into their ear, but more for his own pleasure this time. “Wife.” His cock is already throbbing into a roll of their fat again, which he tempers with some light thrusting. “When you wake up, I need to cum again. Fully-awake or not, I’m backing up your digestive system with an entire box of donuts; I love hearing it groaning for mercy and struggling to deal with me. For now though, I’m sure you need your usual 14 or so hours of sleep. You’ll be a good boy for me after.” The demon dog then falls silent, being a warm, demonic presence just cradling the fat fox until they wake up. He’ll get to fully enjoy them again soon enough.

– Fox (they/she) 💙 & Demon Dog (any pronouns) 🤍

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