Favors
Commission for MrWootBear. Foxes can be a bit mischevious and are quite known for their... Sexual proclivities. What happens when someone captures Lug Nut though, and makes sure to take their fetishes and impose them on the vulpine?
"Hope you're hungry!" woke up Lug Nut with a start. The fox had no idea where he was, but as his eyes shot open and he went to move, he knew that he wasn't where he had fallen asleep. The fox had gone to sleep in his bed, same as he did nearly every night before, but this time... He was somewhere new when he awoke. He could recall meeting an utterly huge bear the night before at the bar, where the two had hit it off rather well. The polar bear had been very kind, but had been an utter glutton from what Lug Nut could remember; there had been a reason for all that padding apparently. Lug Nut hadn't picked up that whole tab, as he was waiting to get paid, but that he had bought the rather obese ursine at least something to eat had gone very much appreciated. He could remember a bit of time in the bar's bathroom, a few idly placed gropes, some teasing... But, past that, he began to get fuzzy on what he remembered. He knew he had made it home, and that he had gone to bed, but what had been said or where he had been before was fuzzy for the few hours between the bar and his bed.
That moment though, the vulpine had more pressing concerns as he needed to figure out where he was and see if he could get help. He didn't have time to scream for help though, nor could he have even if he did; there was something strapped to his maw. It felt hard, and there was something wrapped around his snout to keep both the nozzle in and his jaw from opening to let it out. It was somewhat uncomfortable, for sure, but there was a practiced care about that placement from what little Lug Nut could see of it by crossing his eyes that gave away he wasn't the first one to find himself in this predicament. He tried to move his arms or legs, struggling against what felt to be binds keeping him in place. At least what he was tied to felt somewhat soft, not the hard table that he somehow expected for such a situation. Granted, that Lug Nut had even remote expectations for such a situation was concerning to the fox, but he had some... Interesting partners on the nights that he didn't go directly home from his local bar. This one was new for him, though, and as the hose above him bulged to life with something unidentifiable, the vulpine immediately knew what was next.
Caloric sludge.
Tasting vaguely of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, the flavor that overwhelmingly came through for Lug Nut was sugar. He could practically feel the slurry sinking down into his stomach as it flooded into his mouth. He couldn't quite pin down the other flavors in the mixture, but he could tell with just one swallow that it was highly fattening and steeped in an absolutely absurd number of calories. The goop just settled down heavily in the vulpine's stomach, each swallow feeling like a full scoop of ice-cream being forced down into his stomach. It didn't help that Lug Nut wasn't much of an eater; the vulpine had a rather lithe frame. His svelte build did sometimes round out during the holidays from overindulgence, but those added few pounds never stuck thanks to a lightning metabolism and a penchant for rather physical interactions with others. Thusly, just a few swallows of that sugary sludge were enough to fill the vulpine to the brim, and yet the flow didn't halt. No... It seemed steady, and it seemed like there was a lot of it. Of course, the fact that Lug Nut was being fed by a hose gave away that there was indeed a lot of it, but just something about the low whir of the pump that was pushing those large swallows of creamed calories down into the fox made the whole setup seem almost industrial in nature.
Thankfully, a familiar face popped into view for Lug Nut, the bear from the night before. Elation quickly turned into fear for the fox, though as the ursine peered over his enormous chest with a broad, innocent grin. "Hopefully it's not too sweet for ya there, Lug. It's my own hibernation recipe, and I figured you could use a bit of it." The bear started, turning his bulky frame to one side so that he could rest a massive paw against the tender, swollen midsection of the fox. His stomach already bulging lightly from overindulgence, it felt as though Lug Nut would burst with even a few more swallows. Of course, there were a great many more swallows to go for him, and as Lug Nut seemed to shut his eyes and accept the fact that this maniac was going to make him eat until he burst... The fox felt something new. The ice cream mixture had been cold, but he began to feel a new warmth flood through his body. As if someone had just wrapped the fox in a warm blanket, that newfound heat just flooded Woot from toes to snout. That warmth came with a new feeling of softness too, one so pleasurable that the fox shut his eyes and let out a gurgling groan around the slop, forcing its way down his throat. That tight feeling in his stomach ebbed somewhat, but not enough to entirely remove the discomfort of having large mawfuls of food repeatedly forcing themselves into its confines.
"Ah, I see that mix is doing its work... Good, very good!" The bear's words were never once hostile, and instead sounded almost elated. He gave a light, tender pat to the vulpine's stomach after that, and it was from that impact to his tortured organ that Lug Nut realized that something was amiss; he felt a wobble. It wasn't much, and it lasted for little more than an instant, but there was definitely some new movement to his stomach that hadn't been there before. In fact, the paw had impacted him a bit earlier than the vulpine had expected, and as such it left him in a bit of a panic. His head was strapped down just like his limbs, so Lug Nut had no way to look around other than to stare at the ceiling above or the bulging hose, but as he gave a few tugs to his binds and felt more of those subtle wobbles from somewhere on his frame, the fox had a sense of what was happening to him. It wasn't the worst fate, but it was one that he dreaded more than most...
He was being fattened up.
That much could have been evident from the hose attached to his face, but Lug Nut had expected the weight to take at least a few days to find its way onto his form, and not a few minutes. It was still coming too, almost seemingly with every swallow that he took. The hose was just far enough into his mouth that Lug Nut was unable to stop himself from swallowing down that slurry, but he did his best to resist now that he knew what was happening. He had figured he would be stuffed till he passed out, then awoken a few hours and it would happen again; he had been with a few gainers before and they seemed to like that sort of thing. This was something new for the vulpine, though, as he had no idea that weight could be added to a frame this quickly. His captor seemed to sense this too, letting his massive paw rest on Lug Nut's stomach for a few moments before he leaned down to look the fox right in the eye. His heavy cheeks sagged down under their own weight, the collar of fat that had once been chins and a neck doing the same and making the obese bear seem even fatter than he was. His piercing purple eyes sparkled with glee as he looked down at Lug Nut, though, that same innocence and kindness from the night before seemingly behind them even as the bear continued to stuff Lug Nut senseless.
"It's an herb we found in the forest north of here that's doing this, Lug." Woot started, a smile forming on his maw. "It makes hibernating so much easier, and for all those gainer friends I have out there?" Woot chuckled a bit, straightening himself back up and out of Lug Nut's view for a moment. What did come back into view was that bear's stomach, the bulging swell of white fur looking even fatter than it had the night before. Rounded out like a beachball filled with pudding and with as many sagging rolls adorning its sides as one would expect, that overblown table muscle in front of the bear bumped right into Lug Nut. "That herb made me mighty rich... And I have the bulk to show for it." With that, Woot then pressed his weight into Lug Nut a fair bit. Through that pressing, the fox could tell just how fat he had gotten. He could feel that weight pressing against his own, a newfound sensation for him that gave away just what being fat felt like, and just how _much_fat had found its way onto his frame in those scant few minutes. It was staggering to think of too, from just from feeling Woot's stomach against his own, Lug Nut had to guess that he had gained nearly fifty pounds of pure fat. In minutes. For gainers, something like this herb would indeed be an utter godsend to their goals, but Lug Nut wasn't one of those gainers. No, he was a stereotypical fox in every sense of the word, and what was happening to him was decidedly un-foxy.
Woot went quiet after he pressed his bulk against Lug Nut, doing nothing for a fair bit but letting his paws rub over the surface of that ballooning gut. Those paws spread out wider and wider as the minutes ticked by, giving a slap here and there between long, kneading arcs along that swelling surface. Lug Nut could feel every pound now that he knew what was happening, and as he felt his stomach roll over his groin, he knew he was getting huge. The swell of his chest was another new sensation for the vulpine, but one that he didn't quite know how to process. Lug Nut had never had any sort of a chest, flabby or otherwise, and now he could feel a pair of blossoming man boobs sprouting from that chest. His ears pinned back against his head in embarrassment as he realized just what that feeling had been, the fox wanting to almost just disappear from the table at that moment as he realized just what a prized hog he was becoming. His limbs felt rounder, and tugging at his bindings was becoming more and more of a task as the added padding around his frame began to stuff itself more and more onto those appendages. The fox couldn't bring himself to fully admit defeat though, even as the seemingly endless stream of calories continued to flow into him like a river of pure lard. He still struggled, squirmed, and tried to fight... Even as he was beginning to work up a sweat just from moving around. It usually took a lot more than just moving his arms and legs to get the fox winded and sweaty, but as the pounds continue to clamber onto him, that wasn't going to be the case.
More weight, more sweat, and more groping paws from Woot let more time slip away from Lug Nut. The fox was beginning to just accept his predicament, as the mere act of moving his arms was starting to leave him truly winded. He was panting hard out of his nose, a few gurgling groans coming from beneath the hose in his maw as the fox tried to struggle in vain. His limbs jiggled rather sluggishly now with every motion he made, the fat on them enough to move on its own as more and more was added. This was to say nothing of his stomach, the swollen balloon of excess that dominated Lug Nut's figure and was beginning to sag towards his knees as he lay prone on his back. His ass wasn't doing him any favors in that regard though, joining forces with the blubbery fat of his back and the cottage cheese of his thighs to start lifting him from the table. All that fat beneath him was also spread out wide, far wider than Lug Nut could even imagine, and left him reaching towards both sides of the padded table that he was trapped on. He was also arching towards the sky with his newly minted bulk as well, tugging somewhat at his bindings just thanks to the side of his frame alone. Those bindings weren't giving up, though, and thanks to the sheer amount of weight that Lug Nut had now, all that fat yielded long before those straps did; it just flattened and spread out like a marshmallow between two graham crackers. Lug Nut couldn't help but come up with thoughts like that too; his brain was now so addled with food and fat that any comparisons to his bulk, or what was happening to him, would be food-based in their formation.
Woot, the creator of the water-bed of fox now oozing over the table he was tied to, had yet to leave Lug Nut's side. The polar bear's paws had been working over that gut something fierce, spending as much time in contact with it as they could. In fact, now that Lug Nut was even fatter and broader than the ursine, those paws seemed to become even more intense in their worship of the fat that Lug Nut had acquired. They teased, groped, kneaded, and rolled around the various folds and pockets of flab that made up the vast expanse of stomach that swelled before, around, and over Lug Nut. That tan-furred dome of food and flab just bulged between the pressing, fat digits of the polar bear like play-doh in the paws of a cub. Such a toy of fat was enough to make Woot wag his stubby nub of a tail, the thing trapped somewhere between a roll of fat on his rear and the sagging stairs of blubber on his back. Lug Nut was hardly different at that point though, a small tuft at the very end of his tail all that remained visible of the once-fluffy appendage that swayed above his sculpted rear with every step he took. As the bear's paws dug into what was easily hundreds of pounds of fat, kneading it like dough and even going so far as to bury his snout into his creation, Lug Nut had to wonder if he would ever leave that table. Woot seemed quite content to not let such a thing come to pass, and the fox had no say in such matters, though... He was starting to enjoy the utter worship that his stomach was receiving at the paws of the bear.
More minutes passed, more weight found it's way onto Lug Nut's frame, and while that was normal... A new sensation snapped the fox back to reality. He felt a new sag on his body, and that was something to take note of as he thought he had fattened everywhere possible now. His cheeks were now infringing on his vision, making seeing anything but hose and ceiling an impossibility. His chest was starting to come into view though, the fatty slabs of pure lard becoming almost too big to just rest simply against that grandiose swell of tan that dominated Lug Nut from just beneath their jiggling, heaving mass all the way to the tops of his toes. That new feeling? It felt as though something was pulling on the sides of his body. His orange-furred rolls were being sucked down towards the floor now, and that meant that Lug Nut was now wider than the table he had been trapped on. Of course, that table was surely huge, as the vulpine had been trapped spread eagle on it since his capture. To think that he was now wide enough for that table to be inadequate to contain his bulk... It was enough to make him wish again to disappear, but as that kneading and teasing from Woot had been infecting his mind, the vulpine also took a modicum of pride in that fact. There was an undeniable bit of his brain that felt intoxicated by that fact that he was now so large that ordinary furniture paled in comparison to his size, particularly so for the fox as he had always been somewhat small. Not short, but... He had never felt truly big around anyone, and now he could feel just from how much his form sloshed, how incredibly wide he was, and how it took Woot pressing his stomach into the fox's just to reach him... There was a_lot_ of Lug Nut now, and that felt powerful.
That power came with a cost though.
Soon after that bit of a realization from Lug Nut, the table beneath his bulk gave way. Thankfully, the table had been low to the ground, but the fall was enough that both Lug Nut and Woot went wide-eyed with surprise by the sudden shift in bulk. Thankfully, the far end of the table had collapsed first, and that was enough for the mass of the vulpine on it to roll forward somewhat before the rest of the table gave up the ghost. Rolled at least slightly forward so that his chest wouldn't smother him, Lug Nut was stuck propped up by his ass alone, with feet that just barely were able to reach the floor beneath them. His bindings had also snapped off moments before, the pressure of the fat on them turning out to be too much... Or Woot had just decided that Lug Nut wouldn't be going anywhere on his own, and freed him. Whichever was the case, the sudden shift both in location and freedom made the fox's head spin. He wasn't tied down, he wasn't on the table, he was somewhat on his feet... He just needed to get standing straight up, and then maybe, somehow, he could escape. Of course, that would be a task but maybe, possibly...
"Looking a bit too fat to go anywhere now there Lug," Came Woot's voice from behind the vulpine, dashing his hopes and making the last vestiges of hope for his escape flutter off into the ether. There was no way he could get away from Woot if the bear was in the room, which Lug Nut had momentarily forgotten about thanks to the shock of his fall. "Let's get you upright now." Woot didn't waste a moment either, planting both of his paws on the back of Lug Nut's shoulders and heaving. The bear pressed, grunted, and then dug in as he grunted with effort. Lug Nut was useless at that point, a sweating, heaving, musky ball of blubber beached in himself. He couldn't help his captor even if he wanted to, as just moving an arm left him wheezing for minutes afterward and set his chest jiggling so heavily that catching his breath was even harder. Those movements and jiggles also stirred something far beneath those hundreds of pounds on the fox, as all that weight and warmth and jostling of blubber, inevitably, teased the fox's groin. He had already been slightly aroused once he realized how big he was, but now that he had broken furniture and was too fat to move on his own? That was enough to make the fox whine somewhat from not being able to do anything to solve the new problem with his size. Woot didn't seem to notice that though, as he was still back there straightening Lug Nut out so that the balloon of flab that was once a fox could see beyond his own horizon... If only just, as his cheeks were now forcing his eyes into a squint. Lug Nut didn't much care about that fact though, for the moment those paws on his back eased their pressing on his shoulders, they dove down to the twin foothills of ass that were on the back of the fox.
"Whaddya say we... Enjoy all that size there, Lug?" Woot asked, those words triggering the rest of the previous night for the fox. The sex, the food, the teasing... It all flooded back at once, and as those two full arms had to shove and move aside full pawfuls of fox flab to get to their prize...
Lug Nut remembered that this was his thanks.
And that he'd need to do favors for Woot more often.