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Borrowed Time, Chapter 3 part 2
🕑 Added 2022-01-15 12:42:02 +0000 UTCAre you ready for more bird?! I sure am @O@
Written by Firefox, Illustrated by myself
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Loretta waited a moment longer, but just when she began to lift her tail feathers, she heard a soft clack in front of her. She brought her eyes up just in time to see an arm reaching over her shoulder, setting a second tray beside the first. Hills of Chinese food spread before her, greasy noodles piled against mounds of saucy lumps of chicken and beef and chopped vegetables. A hand settled on her other shoulder, squeezing gently as the vixen leaned into view. She gestured to her latest offering, looking very pleased with herself.
"I-I... um—" Loretta glanced at the hand on her shoulder, then met the vixen's gaze again, suddenly feeling short of breath. "T-thank you?"
"My pleasure," the vixen replied, still lightly kneading with one hand. After a brief pause, she murmured, "Well, go on then."
Loretta swallowed and hesitantly leaned forward, reaching toward the rightmost tray. She felt some kind of resistance, but she pushed through it, and then immediately regretted her decision. A loud rip and the sudden release of tension informed her that the seat of her sweat pants had torn open, followed immediately by a long, rude sound that rumbled out from under her tail feathers as she accidentally let out a massive fart. She froze, one hand on the corner of the tray, and the awkward silence was broken by a low gurgle from her belly, telling the world that it was ready for more. Loretta's beak clenched and her eyes squeezed shut as she dropped back onto her rump, making her chair groan and scrape across the tile. Her face burned with shame as she buried it in her palms, hot tears welling up under her eyelashes.
Then she felt the vixen’s hands on her shoulders again, slowly and gently rubbing. “That’s alright,” she mused in Loretta’s ear, “you make as much room as you need to. Icertainly don’t mind.”
Loretta peered out from behind her hands, still blushing and absolutely mortified, but to see the vixen’s gentle smile was somehow soothing.
“This is supposed to be about making youfeel better, remember?”
Blinking away the unshed tears and sniffling, Loretta nodded sheepishly, managing a little smile. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she whispered. “I’m... I don’t—”
“I think you do,” the vixen interrupted. “Maybe other people can’t recognize that, but I know a kind and deserving girl when I see one.” She chuckled quietly, reaching out to gently brush Loretta’s wavy bangs away from her eyes. “And it certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re a very, verypretty girl, either.”
Loretta felt breathless again, unsure of what to say as she began to blush for an entirely different reason. When the vixen gave her a little, smiling nod and swept a hand toward the noodles, Loretta was relieved to be given an avenue of escape. Another, smaller fart sputtered out of her as she leaned forward again, but when she peered over, the vixen offered little more than a smirk and a shrug. No less embarrassed but reassured all the same, Loretta pulled up the tray, intent on continuing her binge.
There wasn't any trace of a fork. She pulled the other tray toward herself, and finding no fork there either, she looked to the vixen again.
Before she could ask for one, the vixen looked off to the side, half-grinning, and said, "You know, if I've already made it clear that I like my girls on the raunchy side, don't worry that I'll suddenly change my mind about you just because you're eating with your hands."
As if to punctuate the vixen's statement, Loretta's belly rumbled so loudly that she could almost feel vibrations through the table. There was something very strange about the whole affair, that much was very obvious to her, but she desperately wanted to stuff her face and the absence of plasticware wasn’t going to stop her.
She carefully pinched a few noodles between her fingers and lifted them to her mouth, partially avoiding the vixen's gaze while she slurped them up, and then she paused. Loretta had eaten food court noodles before, but these were of a quality far above anything served out of a steam tray behind a sneeze guard. She plucked larger and larger amounts, and then she began scooping greasy noodles and hunks of chicken into her beak with both hands. The taste was so divine that she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, but she didn't want to stop herself anymore. She forced out a long, loud belch just to make sure she had room to finish. Noodles overflowed her palms, draped between her fingers and over her wrists and forearms as she hunched over the trays, shoveling it in as fast as she could, covering the front of her hoodie with stray noodles and half chewed scraps.
As she ate, she couldn't shake the feeling that her clothing was constricting around her, but it soon dawned on her that she was actually expanding. The seams of her sleeves stretched and popped as she continued to reach for more with thickening arms, fighting against the tightness until she could feel the back of the hoodie tearing open. The teeth of her hoodie's zipper audibly snapped apart, her middle pouring outward as her shirt rolled up like a curtain to fully expose her upper belly. She could feel her bra biting into her sides as her breasts overflowed the cups, wires snapping as the straps dug into the softness of her shoulders and back. Her legs anxiously tucked under the chair, and she could feel her sweat pants struggling, threads snapping around her thighs and the lower roll of her belly as the overstretched waistband was lost under her expanding love handles. The worst of it had to be her panties, feeling them get swallowed up by her deepening ass crack as her cheeks bloated out beneath her. Watching and feeling herself blowing up like a balloon was startling, but more alarming was the fact that she knew she still didn't want to stop.
The more she ate, the more amazing she felt. The weight and warmth and pressure of her stomach sent out pleasant chills through her body. By the time Loretta had cleared both trays, she was squirming sluggishly in her seat. She groaned and sat back in her chair, making it creak mournfully, and belched with satisfaction.
"I dare say you're really starting to enjoy yourself," the vixen murmured in her ear, hands gently rubbing her pillowy shoulders again. "What happened to the timid, anxious girl that was concerned for her waistline?"
Loretta felt another pleasant shudder, her bulk quaking and her heart racing as she shivered for reasons she didn't quite comprehend. "W-well... um... this isn't— I've, um—" As she fumbled with her words, she knew there was only one possible, simple explanation. She rested her hands on her belly, took a deep breath, and announced, "This has to be a dream."
The vixen raised a brow, grinning. "Is this the sort of thing you dream about?"
"Um... sometimes," Loretta murmured, feeling her jowls bounce against the corners of her mouth. She turned her head toward the vixen, feeling her neck rolls bunch up even thicker, her round and blushing cheek forcing her to squint as it was pushed up by her shoulder. "I really love to eat, even if eating so much is bad for me. Sometimes I just... I have dreams where I totally pig outand it makes me feel good. And this is like that, and I swear I know you from somewhere, and I feel so funnyand—"
She heaved a sigh as she relaxed in her chair, a smaller burp puffing out of her beak. "This is all too weird to be real."
Stepping further into Loretta's view, a hand on her hip, the vixen asked, "If you’re so sure this is a dream, does that mean you're all done?"
Loretta rubbed her gut in slow circles, pressing lightly with her fingertips. "W-well, not exactly." She grinned shyly and patted her belly, freeing another belch from her gurgling middle. "If this is a dream, then... well I'll probably wake up soon but I... I wantto keep going."
The vixen giggled softly, lifting a hand to her mouth as if to hide her eager, toothy smile. “Oh, I was hoping you’d say that. I’d be lying if I said that I don’t very much enjoy watching you eat and eat and eat.” She giggled again, tapering off into a soft little groan as she brushed her bangs back, her hand remaining on the back of her neck as she met Loretta's gaze with her radiantly green eyes. “So, what’s next?”
Loretta spent a moment thinking about what else she wanted to stuff her face with, but found it hard to concentrate. The remains of her outfit dug into her bigger, heavier curves and she could feel her panties riding deep between the cheeks of her thicker, wider ass while all but flossing the folds of her pussy. She shifted her weight from side to side in an attempt to get comfortable, squirming in her seat, and felt the chair shudder ominously under her. Her eyes widened as, with a metallic shriek, the legs of the chair splayed outward, abruptly dropping her onto the floor. Loretta sat there, stunned, until she heard another giggle bubble out of the vixen. She clutched her chubby hands to her chest, her heart pounding, her face flushed bright and hot as she gave the vixen an awkward, sheepish smile. She felt humiliated as ever as she met the vixen's gaze, but something about it was different. The urge to hide herself away had subsided, and now she just felt hot, and flustered.
And horny.
Comments
Dornam
Mmmm... this just keeps being lovely! I can't wait to see where this "dream" leads!
Moonwing
You really don’t give yourself enough credit Jenny
Alex Kay
You ain't so bad with a pen yourself, Jen! Also Loretta's pretty cute in your art style.
Jenny Koda
Firefox is an AMAZING writer @O@ I love their work <3
Alex Kay
This is some god-tier writing that flicks all my switches!
