Fox Follow-up Feast

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#70 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

Sixth vignette for Kent Badger!

Craig is visiting Cocoa's bakery again, and this time the big capybara is finishing off a fox when he arrives. Time to do some business now that the baker's hunger is sated... or is it?

Contains: Casual Nudity, Navel Vore, Fat Furs, Rapid Absorption, Vore Markings, Trait (voice) Theft, Vore Teasing, Flustered Onlooker, Reference to Booty, The Author's Patisserie Nomenclature Flex, Thoughtless Gorging on Sweets, Realization of Doom and a Flustered Acceptance that You're Next.

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Craig pressed open the door to Cocoa's bakery, the familiar bell sounding overhead. It had been some months since the badger had first visited the capybara's establishment, so he thought that he was used to what happened within.

Cocoa was standing without his apron in the middle of the dining room, out in front of the counter and display case. The chocolate-chip patterned capybara had a pair of black canid paws and an orange and white tail jutting from his navel. The three extremities of a fox were framed in the broad cookie pattern that covered the rodent's round belly.

The mustelid blushed deeply, barely noticing the door swinging shut behind him. Craig was focused on the vulpine's last visible parts sinking smoothly out of sight into the big baker belly. He remembered what it was like to be on the other side of that, having taken the trip more than once.

Perking up, the capybara raised one hand and beckoned with a curl of his fingers downward. "Afternoon, Craig! How's my most delectable badger doing today?" As he spoke, his stomach let out a low rumble, the heaviness caused by a body inside gradually seeming to even out across the belly's curve.

"I... uh... I was craving some of your pastries, honestly." Craig approached, blushing softly. His eyes were fixated on the baker's gut and the chocolate chip markings all over it. As he approached, several of the markings seemed to shift. At once they seemed hardly to have moved at all and also to have fully formed a shape of a sleeping fox's face.

Cocoa rocked forward and back on his bare paws, belly jostling up and down. "Did you want to talk to him? You keep looking at him~" The capybara teased playfully.

"Talk?" The badger's stare broke to look at the baker's boxy muzzle where it emerged from his round, chubby face. Craig glanced back down to the fox marking, then back to the rodent's smug smile. He canted his head to one side in his confusion.

The capybara wiggled his fingers on his right hand, held upright. He dramatically curled them till he just had his index finger pointed outward, then brought the single digit to poke at the fox marking. The pressure made a deep divot that told the observing badger just how soft the belly was. "Hey there, Craig!" Cocoa spoke, but it wasn't his voice. It was one that Craig hadn't heard before. "It's nice to meet you! I'm capybara pudge!"

Craig's eyes widened as he put together that that must have been the fox's voice coming from the baker's mouth. If anything, that display just made the blush turning his facial stripes pink spread the color further, right up to his ears. The badger grasped onto the strap of his bag and wringed his clenching hold back and forth, flustered.

With his hand removed, Cocoa giggled. "That wasn't actually him. I can just use his voice because he's mine, for now." He pivoted, heading toward the counter with a sway of his hefty mass. "But you wanted some pastries~"

The badger bashfully averted his eyes as the baker practically begged him to gaze at his wide rear, thinking that he was flustered enough as it was already! "Y-yeah..." When Craig finally forced himself to look again, Cocoa was returning with a wide round platter.

Bringing it down to rest on a table near where Craig stood, the baker gestured over the display. "Now, I have a special for today. Anything you can eat in a sitting right here and now is on the house. You only pay for what you take home!"

Craig stared over the beautiful tower of chocolate iced cream puffs at the center of the display. Single serving cheesecakes stood to one side in a variety of flavors, still within the small cylinders they likely baked in. A beautiful arrangement of eclairs laid along the edge of the tray, each iced in chocolate and detailed with a delicate piping of white chocolate. Petit fours and Gateau Basques, naked and mirror-glazed entremets, a rainbow of macarons... And a single, simple chocolate chip cookie leaning against the croquembouche at the center.

All at once, the badger was eating. He wasn't sure when he'd gone from admiring the wide array to placing them into his mouth and munching away, but Craig was in heaven. Every type of sweet along with the myriad textures of the different pastry methods, some of which may as well have been candy-making or magic for all he knew... He paused, his breath escaping through his nose in a blissful sigh.

"That's right, time to enhance that lovely roundness of yours." Cocoa crooned affectionately, slowly stroking his belly as he watched his customer eat.

All at once the blush surged back to Craig's face. He was most certainly being fattened up by the predatory baker, destined to spend more time wobbling and sagging on the cookie-scented capybara's waistline... He looked up at Cocoa, swallowing the mouthful of pastry cream and pate et choux he had paused on.

A pink tongue slipped out of the rodent's boxy muzzle and meaningfully dragged from one corner of his mouth to the other, wetting his lips. His hands continued to rub and knead over his belly, making deep divots in his mass as the mighty mound of flab let out an eager sound... already hungry again.

Fidgeting, the badger slowly set his wide rump into the seat beside him, reaching out for a macaron. Craig resumed eating, hardly able to sit still from how flustered he had gotten.