The first thing that Prince Lyle noticed when he came to was that he was strapped to a chair. The second thing he noticed was that he was in what looked like a torture chamber mixed with an alchemy lab. The third thing he noticed was the strong scent of some sort of fruit.


Which, considering the last thing the fox recalled was having dinner with Earl Hillbore, didn’t bode well for him. Lyle had found evidence that the Earl was involved in a treasonous plot and thought he would make his escape after dinner. All the young fox could do was hope that his message to his father would bring help.


Lyle’s musings were interrupted by the opening of the door, and the fox glared at the Earl and the unknown rat who entered in the room. The Earl, however, was all smiles.


“Ah, Prince Lyle, glad to see you awake this fine morning!” the wolf said cheerfully.


Lyle snarled, “Release me this instant, you’re only going to make this worse for yourself when my father-”


The fox was interrupted by the wolf’s own snarl, false cheer dropped. “Your father is a fool, and won’t be able to stop me. As for you,” the wolf continued, once again cheerful, “Last night you said you wished you could part with a bottle of my wine. I figured I would do you one better.”


With a gesture, the rat stepped forward and held up a vial of some red liquid. The rat unstoppered it and a thick scent of sweet strawberries filled the room. Lyle gagged as the vial was brought to his mouth, but after only a moment the rat was able to open the fox’s mouth and pour the contents down.


Coughing and sputtering, Lyle looked up at the rat and the wolf, “A bottle would have been perfectly fine, you…” the fox trailed off, a confused look growing on his face as the Earl beamed.


“Ah, feeling its effects? Francis here,” he said as he patted the rodent on the shoulder, “made it. Its a wonderful thing, wonderful thing. So hard to get fruit to grow up here, but with this stuff, well, who needs trees?”


Lyle tried to listen to the Earl pratter on, but a warm haze had started to settle. His fur and skin felt sensitive, and his head was swimming like he had drunk too much wine. The fox forced himself to listen as the wolf continued on.


“And this batch is also an aphrodisiac too! So don’t worry about that little embarrassment, your highness! Perfectly natural response,” the wolf laughed, gesturing at Lyle’s crotch.


The fox looked down, confused again as his member was hard, visibly pressing against the fabric of his pants, a damp spot at its tip. A small shiver of pleasure washed over the fox and the spot grew larger. Lyle did not even notice as the bounds to his chair were removed, but his stupor was partially broken as he was shoved off the chair.


“Enjoy this one, Prince Lyle. Normally we would be ready for you to juice, but I think we’ll let nature take it’s course. Good Bye, your highness!” the wolf said with a sneer, then left.


Lyle tried to get up but was too unsteady on his feet, the effects of whatever he drank making him as if he was drunk. His thoughts were thick and slow, looking with concern as his cock gave yet another spurt - but this time with a sharp scent of strawberries.


The fox looked up at Francis, the rat watching with clinical dispassion. “Whats… happening to me,” Lyle asked weakly.


The rat stared at the fox for a bit, then carefully considered his words, “The potion you drank will convert your body to produce strawberry wine. However, the production is always higher than your body can naturally expel it, so without assistance… you’ll burst.” Lyle whimpered, his stomach started to roil a bit.


The rat continued, “Well, that’s what happened with the others at least. Your formula is a bit tweaked, although I didn’t tell the earl that. I must be off. Try to survive,” the rat said sadly as he closed the door behind him.


The fox whimpered in confusion as he was left alone, but the warm haze settled on him, a soft pleasure filling his form. Lyle moaned as his cock spurted again, the scent of strawberries becoming thicker. The fox undid the front of his trousers and undergarments, freeing his cock that was covered in a slick red syrup, the cool air on his cock stoking the warmth he was feeling.


Lyle leaned back and murred softly in pleasure as he began to stroke, gasping every so often as it spurted, the juices growing redder each time. The pleasure mixed with arousal and filled his form.


The fox tried to double over, the lithe prince often enjoying sucking himself off, but found he couldn’t bend far enough. Leaning back, he stroked what was supposed to be his trim middle, but instead of the hint of muscles he found a taut smooth firmness.


Through the haze the prince worried about how his middle could be swelling, but instead decided to relax and continue stroking the heat building up further and further with no release. Eventually the prince felt something rubbing against his arm, and looked down.


The shock of seeing his swollen belly almost cleared his head, but then the fox poked at it. Rumbling and grumbling, the feeling of being full became pleasure again and the fox continue to stroke himself. 


Lyle’s stomach continued to swell, but so did his formerly trim arms and legs, his lean face thickening a little as the fox continued to fill with liquid.


The fox’s shirt untucked from his pants as the belt went under the belly. The growth burst a button, then two, revealing Lyle’s swelling stomach. As the prince’s rump swelled, the seat tore.


As Lyle’s body continued to thicken, it became more and more of a strain to reach his cock, whimpering a bit as his paw could no longer reach his member. The fox tried to sit up, but couldn’t manage and fell back down with a thud, agitating the liquid inside him.


The growth increased in pace, soon enveloping the prince’s thighs and upper arms. Lyle gasped with pleasure as his belly button popped outward from the pressure inside him, quivering as he started to feel overly full again. His feet and hands were swollen characters barely showing outside the round sphere of his body, Lyle’s cock hidden away from view but feeling pleasurable as it continued to leak fluid. The pressure continued onward as Lyle felt his hide start to strain.


With the pressure ever growing, Lyle lay on the floor, round body swelling nearly to the breaking point, every quiver of pleasure making him slosh inside, his mind torn between the denied desire of release of orgasm, and the fear of bursting.