FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Grab a pair of pears?" A wolf of varying blue colors asked aloud. "A dollar for two? What kind of sale is this?"

Sven was a pretty open person who embodied the idea of "shoot first, ask questions later" to a T, whether it be his optimism that clashed with his competitive nature, his lack of knowing how much is too much, and his strange way criticizing things even at the lowest price. Today was no exception, happening upon a sale at the local produce stand. He knew he needed to get some groceries for back home, but he could never truly decide what it was that he even wanted when he went out to buy things, so it led him to stop and many stores along the way home, just to find that ONE thing he didn't know he needed.

Regardless of all that, he now was faced with the decision of a lifetime: fruit on sale, what a marvelous opportunity. However, it was in Sven's nature to always over-analyze things, once even leading him to criticize a pack of off-brand gummy worms at the dollar store for shoddy packaging. In this instance, he couldn't quite decide what to get, or if what he was getting was a good purchase. He was torn between the red and green pears, holding each individual one up, one by one, to inspect them as he teetered on his decision. Ultimately, his attempts at trying to figure out a good choice started to become, for a lack of better words, fruitless.

"Ugh, come on, this can't be that hard, can it?" Sven scoffed, placing the pears back in their place. Just then, he was caught by surprise as a shop attendant came by him to see what the matter was.

"Excuse me, sir, do you need help?" A lithe brown fox asked with the cutest server voice imaginable.

"Yeeeaaa, uh," Sven paused, patting the display beside him, "pears."

The fox nodded in confirmation. "Oh, yes, my boss thought that'd be a neat little way to draw in sales."

"Well, that's just the thing." Sven picked up one of the red pears, looking a little to closely at it. "I don't quiiite know if this is what I'm looking for."

"I'm sorry?" The fox cocked their head in confusion.

Sven didn't really pay attention as he picked up a green pear as well. "Well, I mean, which one is better? Do I pick red or green? Green last longer but red are really soft to eat, but they can also be kind of grainey, but then again the green ones are sometimes too hard to bite into until like a week before they go bad and then you have to cut out the little brown spots but by then you don't really have much so you kinda think you should just throw it out but you also kind of think it's a waste cause you never even took a bi...."

The fox just stood there, staring in awkward silence, eyes wide and sweat practically running down the side of their neck. This just kept going, and going, and going. Eventually, the fox had enough. If Sven wanted pears SO badly, maybe he should just buy both and shut up. Then again, he might complain about how much to get. This sparked a devilish idea in the fox's mind, reminded how backed up on stock the store was from a stocking mistake that led to an over-purchase on pears, that they needed to get rid of them before they went bad. Luckily, the fox had an idea of how to solve this issue, and maybe it could shut up this customer once and for all.

"Sir?" The fox interjected.

"and i just think that health care would be better wi-.... oh, yea?" Sven stopped, realizing he was going on a tangent.

"If you'd like, we have a larger stock in the back you can browse." The fox winked, pointing towards the back of the store where the coolers lay.

Sven looked at the pears in his hands, then at the stands, then back at the fox. "Alright, sounds like a good idea to me."

The fox cautiously guided Sven towards the back coolers, eyeing around the store to make sure nobody else would watch them as they departed. When they reached one of the large metal doors, the fox grabbed at the handle and pulled hard, dragging open the cooler. Inside were an assortment of fruits, all stored neatly on shelves and packed together with caution. Sven's eyes lit up at the contents within, eagerly stepping inside.

"Ooo, now this looks good." Sven remarked as his eyes darted around the cooler.

"Just head towards the back, there should be some pears back there." The fox said, though Sven did not pay much attention as he moved further inward. The fox chuckled at his oblivious nature, closing the door behind them as they followed the wolf.

Not far in, Sven came across his desired display of green and red pears, each stacked in crates and segmented individually by tiny paper sheets. He couldn't help but grab at one of the crates, peering inside as the fox came towards him from behind. "Everything looking good?" The fox asked, slowly approaching Sven.

"Hm? Oh yea it-" Before Sven could say anything further, he suddenly felt himself being shoved onto the crate. His shock and opened mouth made it easy for one of the pears he had his eyes on to suddenly shoot forwards, jumping right into his mouth. He tried to pull back, but felt himself stuck between a crate above and below him. That didn't stop the fox though, as Sven suddenly saw a hand reach around his head, grabbing another pear and shoving it into his mouth. "HOMPH!" was all he could say as he was stuffed with more and more pears.

"I bet it does look good." The fox mocked. "Here, maybe it tastes as good as it looks!"

While the pears were thankfully soft, and certainly juicy, the force put on Sven by the fox was more than shocking. He felt himself struggling with every forced bite; it wasn't even right to call it "biting", as whole pears were being forcefully swallowed, and the only one that had control was a more than annoyed and certainly underpaid grocery fox. Sven could protest all he wanted vocally, and he certainly did with a mix of groans and desperate shouts, but he was powerless to stop the fox.

That was until Sven felt his weight pull himself down, popping his head out of the crate and falling backwards onto the hard and cold concrete pavement of the cooler. It was only then, after shaking his head, did Sven come to realize he had been freed, and that the sudden onset stuffing had ceased. He looked back and forth for a brief second before trying to move, only to stop and become shocked once more as his eyes caught sight of himself from below. If it wasn't the weight change, it was certainly the size difference, as Sven layed eyes on a round ball of a belly that now protruded from his middle. He could see how it sagged to the ground, the bottom just barely scraping at the cold floor of the cooler, and how it pushed back against the rest of his body, specifically how it spread his legs aside to make room for more.

"My my, looks like those pears are turning you into one of them." The familiar voice of the fox said, Sven looking up to see how they stood there with another pear in hand.

"W-what?!" Sven stuttered. "Why did you do this to me?! What di-OORF!" Sven was cut off once more as the fox leaned in and shoved another pear into his mouth, this time causing Sven's teeth to tear the skin and drip sweet, sticky, fruity juices from its flesh.

"You talk way too much." The fox explained. "If you want pears so bad, why not have the whole stock?" The paused their speech, moving down and pressing their hands on Sven's growing belly. They slowly rubbed in circles around either side, grinning wide as they saw how soft and malleable his gut was becoming. This sort of attention, so unique for Sven, caused him to blush as the pear in his mouth was pushed further inside by his own reactions. "Mmm, yea, I could definitely do more of this. What do you say, fruity conosoir? Let's get you a good taste of what's in store.~"

The fox pushed Sven onto his back, Sven too embarrassed to fight back. As he lay there, he watched the fox toss crates upon crates beside him, a few of the delicate fruits bouncing out and rolling beside him. He could clearly see the shape of them as they moved about, and their once intriguing form held a dark and sinister connotation for him now in this predicament.

The fox didn't give any warning as they closed in and forced the next of many pears to come into Sven's reluctant maw. Though forced, he had silently complied by this point as he swallowed back and opened for the next one. "Ah, there we go, now you get it." The fox grinned as he watched his hand push the next fruit into Sven's flustered face. The fox then moved themselves, rolling on top of the slowly growing Sven's middle, as they grabbed fruits with both hands and continued to convince, to command, to shove, every fruit they could grab into their eager customer's gob.

Time seemed to move so fast, each metaphorical bite feeling like just a second or two passing, though the damage done to Sven's frame was truly prevalent. The fox would move in each fruit one by one, creating an assembly line of sorts. Sometimes they would swap between which hand was feeding and which hand was grabbing another pear, getting in the fastest feeding amount per minute. Sometimes they would just use one hand, as the other drifted off somewhere else; normally towards Sven's belly, which continued to grow and grow and it expanded from within due to the expert packing abilities of the fox, which gave more for the fox to grope and tease Sven with as they would grab hold of any soft, flabby part in reach, which was becoming more and more as the seconds ticked by.

It was hours later before the fox couldn't grab anything else in range. They stopped, now taking Sven's role of becoming confused, before they realized what had happened. They now sat on an orb of bluish fur, one so warm and plush you could mistake them for a bed, with just a few additions like wiggling fingers and a sunken muzzle to remind the fox that this used to be a wolf.

"Well now, looks like we made one happy customer out of you, huh?" The fox teased. Sven couldn't say anything in response, his mouth closed tight by his own rising rolls of fat now resting in coils around what used to be his neck, and was left to only blushing. "I'd say that was a job well done. I'm beat, so I'll just call it a day. You don't mind me using you as a bed, do you? You ARE already here, after all."

Sven whined in protest as he attempted to move, though it only caused slight motions of wobbling throughout his entire bloated frame. "I knew you'd say yes. Well then, we can talk about your bill tomorrow. Thank you for shopping, sir, have a nice day!" The fox chuckled, laying back comfortably and dozing off as the blubbery orb below him softly wobbled and groaned in protest.