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Borrowed Time, Chapter 3 Part 3
🕑 Added 2022-01-29 07:47:06 +0000 UTCSorry for the delay this month! This picture took me longer than I thought it would, but I hope you all enjoy it!
Written by Firefox, Illustrated by myself
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It clicked with startling clarity. Loretta swallowed heavily and huffed as she felt another shiver, thighs rubbing wetly, no longer just with sweat. The vixen smiled warmly as she crouched down, her skirt flowing out around her, and Loretta felt an excited, anxious little chill down her back.
"Well, um... I-I can't really reach the table like this," Loretta said, taking another deep breath and smiling bashfully, "but... I'm not sure if I can stand up anymore."
The vixen laughed, shaking her head. "Goodness, you're not that big... yet." She leaned from side to side, as though sizing Loretta up, and then she leaned in closer, grinning. "But let's see about getting a little help." She rose back to her full height and called out, "Oh giiirls!"
Barely a moment passed before two very heavy-set women stepped out seemingly from behind the vixen; the rat and the tiger from earlier, both of whom looked down at Loretta with curiosity and amusement evident in their expressions.
"What do you want meto do about it," the rat said, raising a brow as she looked to the vixen. "She's almost twice as tall as I am."
The tiger snickered and stepped around the vixen, getting to one side of Loretta and offering a hand. The vixen mirrored her, and once they had Loretta's hands firmly in their grasp, they began to heave. This did little more than force Loretta to bend forward, compressing her overstuffed and gurgling middle. She realized what was going to happen just a moment too late, and her tail feathers impulsively lifted with another enormous fart. She peered up at the pair assisting her, beet red and whimpering, but they did little more than exchange smirks and quiet snickers. The moment passed and they tried again as Loretta struggled to bend her legs and get them underneath her heaving, quivering body. She rocked from side to side, grunting and gasping, until she finally got enough leverage to awkwardly stagger to her feet, where the tiger and the vixen received her with open arms to steady her new weight. It felt nice, having their hands against her warm, feathery bulk, fingertips squeezing gently, forearms sinking between her rolls as they helped support her.
"I think she could still hold more," the tiger softly suggested, never once breaking eye contact with Loretta. "But how muchmore is the question." She bit her lower lip, and Loretta gasped quietly as she felt the tiger squeezing her rump. The tiger lidded her eyes and added, "I can't waitto find out."
The vixen raised her brows, then gave the tiger a sideways glance, smirking and waggling a finger. "Patience, Kagira. We agreed to do this at herpace."
Loretta squirmed a bit in the shared embrace, grinning anxiously as she felt a few more overflowing handfuls of her ass getting eagerly squeezed. The attention wasn't unwelcome so much as it was abrupt, especially considering how unused she was to being groped. Kagira, as the vixen had called her, hesitantly let go as the pair of them took a cautious step back, hands raised as if to catch Loretta. She found herself able to remain upright without their assistance, though she doubted she could manage it for long. Kagira and the vixen exchanged smiles, and the vixen clasped her hands together.
"Let's continue, then," she said as her gaze swept over the food court.
Loretta furrowed her brow slightly, already finding it necessary to shift her weight from foot to foot as she got used to her new dimensions. Breathing had also gotten a bit harder, leaving her huffing quietly as she looked around at the vacant chairs surrounding her and asked, "Wait, um, shouldn't I... hff... you know, sit down?"
"Not unless you're eager to destroy more property," the vixen said with a sly grin.
Kagira shrugged and flashed a much toothier grin. "I'd like that, actually."
The vixen rolled her eyes, snickering. "Of course. Let's keep her on her feet for now, while that's still an option." She buried her chin in her palm. "What sorts of foods are most convenient for hand feeding?" After a beat, she snapped her fingers, her face lighting up. "Ah! Dessert! Pastries!"
"Donuts?" the rat asked, licking her lips.
"Yes, I think so," the vixen said with a sagely nod. "Carme, darling, if you'd be so kind... since we're doing the heavy lifting."
Carme, the squat, round rat, responded first with a sneer, and then a roll of her eyes and a passive shrug. She turned and lifted a scaly hand from her side, lazily waggling her finger out toward the rest of the food court. Loretta watched curiously, glancing between the vixen and Kagira, both of whom seemed more interested in plucking at the remains of her outfit as if to see if the ruined garments would come off easily. Just as she considered asking the vixen what Carme was doing, she noticed a box of donuts sliding along the floor. It stopped at Carme's paws, and she crouched down with a grunt to scoop it up. Beneath the box were several enormous feral rats that squeaked and scampered off again.
Loretta's beak hung agape.
"They're cleaner than your average drive-thru teen," Carme said as she lifted a donut out of the box, stuffing most of it in her mouth. Muffledly, she added, "I can assure you of that."
It was then that Loretta laid her eyes on the hundreds of boxes lining the floor, bumping and sliding against one another on the backs of a sea of chirping rats, and no one else seemed to notice. In fact, no one seemed to move at all. Her eyes widened and her beak opened even wider as she realized that everyone else had come to a complete stop, still as statues mid-meal, conversation, or transaction, with countless rodent couriers stampeding around them. As the rat convoy came nearer, she saw that they weren't just boxes of donuts, but boxes holding eclairs, cookies, and entire cakes, flanked by the occasional tub of ice cream or can of whipped cream.
"It's a dream,"she reminded herself. "Just enjoy it. Try not to think about it."
The strangeness of the situation became much easier to ignore as the vixen stuffed a donut into Loretta's mouth, instantly overwhelming her with the taste of chocolate frosting and fried dough, unlike any she had ever tasted before. She snapped it up quickly, gulping and opening wide for more. Kagira packed the next donut in, the pressure forcing creme filling over the side of Loretta's beak and across her ruined shirt. Loretta groaned breathily, groping at the exposed swell of her belly, feeling each morsel add inches of soft, feathery blubber to her body. Threads snapped in rapid succession, lingering seams blown apart as her bulk expanded in rhythm with her eager swallows, with the occasional sensation of the ruined scraps of her clothing being tugged away until the elastic of her panties was the only foreign body still biting into her curvy plumage.
She felt the vixen's fingers tracing over her wobbling ass, grazing the underside of her tail feathers, carefully digging her panties out of the sweaty canyon of her rump. She squirmed sluggishly as the vixen pulled the damp fabric taut over her cheeks and let the elastic snap against them. She could feel the deep, rippling panty lines as they got tighter and tighter, trembling like a rubber band about to snap. The seams and elastic popped defeatedly around her ballooned waistline as another enormous fart sputtered out of her, the garment hanging limply from between her thighs, carefully pulled free just a moment later.
Now completely naked, Loretta shifted her weight again, rocking heavily from side to side. Her stance got a little wider each time, forced further apart by the chunky, folded girth of her elephantine thighs and the dripping, sagging mound of her fupa. Her lower belly had long since drooped past her knees, swaying pendulously, her rolls and her ass clapping softly and wetly, never truly coming to a rest as the slightest motion sent jiggling waves through her body. Her flabby breasts heaved, propped up by the food-packed bulge of her upper belly, quivering endlessly as she labored to draw in breaths between greedy gulps, her cleavage rising steadily higher into her fat-squinted view. The soft folds of her upper arms and forearms bunched together as she clumsily pawed at her fat tits with thick, sausage fingers, her areola stretched so wide, her perky nipples nearly swallowed up, too fat to be firm anymore. She could feel the sagging lard sacks of her upper arms lifting, pushed outward by the stacks of love handles that wrapped around into an avalanche of back rolls against the shelf of her humongous backside.
Without warning, she felt a palm against her ass, the loud, wet crack leaving her butt jiggling and stinging. When she moaned, her voice sounded deeper, made thick as syrup by the amount of fat on her chest and the weight of her triple chin. What little semblance of a neck she had was completely lost between the wide slope of her shoulders and her round, sweaty face. Her lidded eyes blinked slow and dazed behind her puffy, burning cheeks, her jowls sagging further along the sides of her beak. At this point she knew that she was, without question, bigger than the fattest woman she had ever laid eyes on, and the awareness of this was as thrilling as it was guilt inducing.
Comments
Jenny Koda
Thank you so much!!! Trying something new colouring the sketches, Firefox's idea. I love the story too, so glad to illustrate it ;u; And also HOW COME SHE GETS THREE FEEDERS?!
Athan
Love the story, and great artwork! That's a helluva big birb; and Loretta gets three feeders?! ❤️
