Dashing through the woods in a blur of red and white, foxy loxy had his sights set toward a tasty treat proving to be more trouble than he was worth. Putting things into perspective he debated on whether to keep up the chase or not. But the incessant taunting of his pray simply continued to push him onward. It was no longer a matter of subduing your prey for your next meal. It was now a matter of pride. For throughout his whole career as a predator, never had something so small given him so much trouble. 


“Run run run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”


Be it some type of battle cry or taunt, the sentient pastry proved more agile and quick than any rabbit or hare Foxy Loxy had chased in this woods. Thinking he’d make a nice little snack before hunting for his primary meal, he was soon thrown into a veritable torrent of fatigue and frustration. How something so small could move so fast was beyond him, and soon, his body finally gave out on him. 


Slowing his pace, the fox panted as his finally conceded defeat. Growling as his snack’s continuous taunts echoed throughout the woods he gave a sigh of relief. “Now that...is one devilishly fast pastry.” 


Barely able to stand up, he was shocked at just how fatigued his legs were. Hanging his head in defeat, he made his way back to his burrow. Tired and hungry, he had no energy to chase after anything else. Driven by his own ego, he would have to go hungry tonight. Or so he thought. In just a few steps something scrumptious and sugary slink passed his nose. More hungry than curious he followed the scent at a wobbling trot. Weaving through shrubbery and trees, his mouth fell agape at the site before him. 


Sitting cozily atop of a hill was a house made entirely of gingerbread, icing and other sweets. Tongue slinking outside his mouth, a fountain of saliva seeped out his mouth. Eyes wide in amazement, his stomach loudly grumbled as it thought the same thing his brain did. He heard about this house and what befell its owner. Something about two brats boiling her in a pot and now it remained vacant. despite it residing in a forest, the creamy frosting and ice cream roofing remained untouched by leaves, dirt, or other messy forest debri as if protected by some spell. All of it so clean, kempt, and delicious.


“I might not be able to catch a gingerbread man. But I can catch a gingerbread house.”


Without a moment to lose the fox dashed up the little; biting a chunk out of the house as soon as his mouth was close enough. An untold wave of decadence immediately swept him upon swallowing that he much more voraciously than ever. Gobbling up the creamy green icing lining the walls, munching on intricate candy canes which served as the doorway, and of course glutting himself on  the upside down pistachio ice cream which served as the chimney all the sugar immediately started getting to him. The once thin fox began accumulating plenty of pudge around his midsection. What was once skin and bones accelerated into a butterball of fat which he greatly enjoyed the more he’d gorge. 


“Mmmff, so delicious. Cake, ice cream, candy galore. Never has a fox eaten such a delicacy in his life. Plucking a large bit of candy corn from the side of the house, he shoved it down his gullet. Taking a huge gulp, it bounced in his belly on the way down. “On my foxy oath, I shall not stop eating until this house is nothing more than grains of sugar beneath mypaws.”


Grinning as he noticed all the sweet stuff remained atop of the house, he grunted and groaned as he scaled it. Planning to eat the house from the roof down, he began with the massive cherry sitting on a mountainous swirl of strawberry ice cream. Eating all the ice cream, he swallowed the cherry whole, bouncing inside his swollen gut which now nearly reached to the ground (or rooftop rather). Smacking at his jiggling swell, he squeezed the newly accumulated fat with much fervor. Never had he felt like such a pig in his life, with a belly yet to be stuffed to the brim. The occasional rub made him excited to see just how big he’d get by the end of this. 


Swallowing whole some fruit dumplings sitting in a row at the center of the roof, he then disposed of the roof itself. Munching away at gingerbread and candies fashioned in an elegant design within the architecture. Each mouthful continued to flood his already giddy mind with more bliss as well as flooding his belly. By the time he finished with the roof, he had eaten tons of ice cream, thirty gumdrops, ten foot candy canes, a lake’s worth of frosting, and more cake and gingerbread than he could’ve imagined. 


His belly grew further larger and heavy that it became too much for the roof to support. Too entrapped in his bliss, he didn’t mind falling to the floor with an enormous squelch. Belly breaking his fall, he woozily licked his chops at the sight before him. Like the exterior, everything on the interior was made out of desserts too. Pleasuring himself on cake couch, candied kitchen countertops, and a buttercream bed (which looked too tasty not to eat) he rubbed his gratuitously swollen belly with mirth. Tongue slinking out and sighing with the utmost fervor, he at the walls within a hallway down to his level. Having grown wider than the hallway he kicked his hindpaws up and rested them on top of what remained of the chewed wall in front of him. Likewise he leaned back and relaxed on the wall behind him. Then, scooping up his tub of sweets and fat, he released it and allowed it to plop right in between his legs. The white jiggly ocean of fur and fat was so large it folded onto the floor on the other side of the wall. Content as ever, the fox give his belly a series of smacks whilst chewing on a lolipop. 


“I must say,” his belly groaned and bubbled, “I’ve never thought in all my days I’d be gorging myself like a king and with no one to ruin the fun. This is without a doubt more fun than uncle Kimbley’s experience at the farmer’s chicken coop while they were away,” he smacked at his large wobbling belly, “much more fun.”


The large white mass of accumulating fat continued to slosh and burble the more its voracious master fed it. As over cramped as it was, the gluttonous sensation was too pleasing to stop. Stuffing and swallowing all manner of pastries and sweets down his gullet it continued to grow harder to maneuver his belly throughout the house. Waddling to his next meal his gut would occasionally pull him down or get stuck between a doorway which he’d have to then eat through. His hindpaws continued to teeter the more his belly wobbled to one side which caused him to crash through walls and eat his way out of other rooms. 


Once the interior was gobbled up, he blithely finished the exterior. Belly practically dragging across the floor at this point, he slightly regretted eating a convenient candied wheelbarrow. Using his forepaws to lift as much of his corpulent as possible did little good, as there was simply too much of his colossal belly for him to hold. Though it didn’t come in vain, as the bubbling mound of fur served as an excellent pawrest as well as musical instrument. 


Popping three final cupcakes down his gullet, the fox released a most mirthful groan with a large sloppy grin slapped across his face. Collapsing atop of his own mass of wobbling fat he stroked at as much of his own squishy belly as he could. The thought of the entire gingerbread house residing inside his belly was inconceivable. But through sheer joy and perseverance he accomplished the impossible. Squeezing the bulk of the most grand achievement in his life, he released and fell backward; allowing his sheer weight to slowly thrust him to the ground. Happily he chuckled as a large wave of fat sloshed over his muzzle, sloshed away, and pulled him upright once more. Licking what sweetness remained around his mouth, he groaned once more as the inside of his belly rumbled and gurgle vociferously. 


“Wouldn’t my uncle tod be proud of me now.”


“My house!”


Looking behind him (as much as a enormous fox can), he came face to face with the once confident gingerbread man now wearing a face of horror. Allowing himself to slide off his belly again and onto his back, he stopped it this time from rolling over his muzzle; his paws sinking deeply into the soft white cussion. 


“What have you done to my house?”


“Isn’t it obvious,” grinned the fox rubbing and scratching his large gluttonous orb, “it’s all in here. Home sweet home.”


“B-but how?”


“Easy. I simply come from a line of gluttonous foxes. Sadly though there isn’t much to gorge out here to begin with. That was until I found your home. It’s been the best exercise my stomach has ever gotten.”


“M-my beautiful home. You...you even ate my candied furniture. You...big...fat...dummy!”


Noticing how dangerously close the gingerbread man was to his mouth, the fox did not hesitate to thrust his neck out and catch him right into his mouth. His overconfidence became his ultimate downfall, for as full as he might’ve been, there was always room for dessert. Swallowing him whole, the fox licked his chops and replaced his paws atop of his undulating belly. Sloshing and groaning in bliss, he wobbled it around in a congratulatory way. 


“Looks like I didn’t have to catch you after all, not when you’re stupid enough to come to me. Hope you enjoy your new home, until I digest you that is.”


Stretching his limbs and yawning after gorging so much, all the sugar began taking its toll. His eyes became drowsy, limbs felt fatigued, and he felt utterly lazy. Struggling, he rolled over onto his belly. Hind paws dangling in the air due to his large stomach, he had no choice but to pull himself back home.