The Old Red Hen and the Big Bad Fox Chapter 2: Help yourself
#2 of Big Bad Fox
The story of a starving fox, who busts in on an old mother hen and her baking.
Inspired by Vrghr and his delicious story starting here:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/89726/
A gluttonous romp through the garden of baked delights.
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The Old Red Hen and the Big Bad Fox
Chapter 2: Help yourself...
A soft shuffling broke the quiet of the early morning kitchen, the fox awake to the sight of the red hen carrying a few doughnuts back into the pantry. He stretched and yawned, then waved his arms to counterbalance almost upsetting the chair he slept in, before checking the damage from his feast the night prior. Where once showed ribs and a concave belly, now lay a softer, more reasonably filled out abdomen. Though the fox was still quite thin he was no longer the sickly beast who so rudely forced entry into the land of milk and honey. Rubbing at this more comfortable front he thought aloud "Milk and honey..." his eyes fell on the can of cream and quickly hopped up for a drink. Casting the lid aside, this time on the table, he looked back to the pantry where the hen once more sat and watched.
"Not going to join me hen?" he asked in a mocking tone, the pantry doors once more clacked with a pull from within, "Oh no, I ate already, but by all means help yourself!" He sneered and again dipped his head into the can, sucking down several solid swallows of the heavy cream. With a contented sigh he licked the excess from his whiskers and looked to see what he had yet to eat, and surprisingly, there was still a lot left. In fact if it weren't for the empty basket and a few stray bites in some bread on the table, one wouldn't be able to say that the contents of the kitchen had been touched at all. This of course sat fine with the fox, who in his mind saw it as an obscene surplus for him to devour, before the main course of chicken that is.
Taking stock of the situation the fox remembered the hen and her doughnuts. "It is breakfast time I suppose." he picked up a basket of doughnuts, must have been four dozen plain round, and shoved the bread on the table down into a higher piles for easy basket access. Looking to the cabinets above the sink he spied a mixing bowl, and filled it with some cream. After all this careful preparation, and a sip of cream from the bowl, the fox resumed with his crude display of gluttony and disregard for manors. taking two doughnuts in each hand, he dunk them into the cream and bit the soggy ends off, alternating hands till he had to actually dunk his hand in, then just shoving the cream remainder in his greedy maw while licking his beclawed fingers clean.
Once more with wide eyes, the hen watched the spectacle of greed unleashed on the fried rings of fat, terrified at any minute she'd hear a yowl of pain and he'd pull a bloody stump from his chomping mouth. "Please slow down... if you eat slower you won't have to eat as much to feel full." Once more frowning at the hens shouts of advice, the fox looked about the kitchen. Sifting through the drawers he found a wooden spoon and pulled the can of cream up to the table and grabbed his bowl. Downing the remaining doughnut matter he refilled it with fresh cream, and broke up several doughnuts, a full dozen in fact, and began to mash them into a doughnut milkshake of sorts. Tasting it with the spoon he found it to his liking, and he half hazardly tossed the spoon into the doughnut basket.
Resting his free paw on his slightly bulging belly, already containing eight doughnuts, he tilted the fattening mixture to his lips and drank. though it wasn't as smooth as he would like, the response from the hen and his belly were both equally pleasing, the chicken in hiding letting out a loud gasp to the sight his vest pushing out over the forming fox paunch. Still he drank, keeping his cheeks and throat filled with the tasty, viscous goo. His rounding front bellied out, more than a gallon of cream and twenty odd doughnuts giving the downy vulpine tummy the appearance of an early stage pregnancy. The heavy ceramic bowl hit the table with a bang as the fox leaned back and gave his pooching paunch several excited slaps. "That was..." He panted from the lack of air. "...Excellent." He quickly sat up again and dipped another bowl of cream, making more of this delicious mash. By the time he finished smashing the remaining sixteen doughnuts into the bowl it was nearly overflowing.
Carefully, he brought his lips to the bowl while it was still sitting on the table, and tilted the mix home. The hen had to cover her ears at the audible gulping the binging beast was making, it was enough to make her ill. By now the fox was excessively full, but he still had three quarters of a bowl to go. Inch by inch he swelled, his bounty of a belly framed neatly by his suspenders as it surged forth with every gulp and slurp of the calorie laden mix. The bowl was half empty when he came up for air, but his tummy was a LOT fuller than the previous night. His eyes had been bigger than his belly, but to stop now would have that stupid chicken crowing about his careless binging. He leaned back to the point of laying, Ten inches of pot belly rising above his abdomen, and leaned the bowl back. With heavy swallows he downed the mush, now a lot less appetizing than when he was hungry. He held his free hand on his belly again, partly out of the excitement of it growing, but mostly out of fear of the consequences of his action.
*Gulp* bulge *gulp* swell *gulp* expand *gulp* balloon *GULP* with this last solid swallow he finished the bowl. Once more the table was banged with the ceramic, and the fox once more rubbed his belly, with slightly more vigor. The hen saw the look of ill pain on his face and smirked. "I knew it, you gave yourself a bellyache didn't you?" the fox glared at the cupboard where the hen was holed up, suddenly very aware of himself he reestablished his predatory facade. "No it's jus..." *UUUURP* "just..." *UUUUUuuurp* *Uurp* "I just need something to settle my stomach s all." he forced himself into a standing position and half carried himself to another basket of doughnuts. "Oh this is stupid..." he thought to himself as he picked up two huge cream filled balls of fat. "See..." Bellyache full blown, he tore into them messily while looking at the hen through the glass, meanwhile he wanted to cry. But he kept up appearances and wobbled back to his seat. A few hearty slaps to his overstuffed belly and the fox yawned. " I don't know about you..." He kicked up his feet "...but I need a nap.