Fox Furnace

Story by Otteronymous on SoFurry

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#1 of Fat Furs/Weight Gain

A mischievous and headstrong fox finds that his antics have placed his entire housing bloc in danger of freezing for the winter. Armed with almost no fuel but an overabundance of fatty, gas inducing foods, the residents discover how they can keep the place nice and toasty all season.


Fox Furnace

By Otteronymous

The pungent smell of methane wafted across Anna's nostrils as she pushed the food cart out of the basement elevator. The mild smell of rotten eggs put a smile on the Siberian husky's muzzle as she strode into the cool hallway.

"Just as I suspected" the middle-aged husky said with a smile, "he's pumping more gas than the seals can handle." The matronly canine keyed her loaned service radio as she approached the heavy iron doors of the furnace room.

"Pavel, this is Anna. I think he's leaking."

The husky's cart teetered and swayed under a mountain of food as it was parked in front of the double doors. The massive piles of stroganov, borsch, and bliny wafted their pleasant smells over the heavy musk lingering in the tunnel.

"This is Pavel, copy that report. Thanks again for your assistance ma'am. It's not every day that the Petrov family's caretaker offers to help us with the furnace. Just don't forget that we've been getting complaints about the heat, so don't stoke the furnace too hard."

"Sure thing Pavel" Anna keyed back, the naive brown bear on the other end blind to her simpering muzzle as she spoke. "The poor thing has been through enough this winter."

Anna stored the radio under the cart, her paws double checking the tubs of ice cream, tins of pie, and gallons of milk that the bribed head chef upstairs was kind enough to provide. Anna's paws nearly slipped as she unlatched the door, the vast quantities of grease and butter slathered on the evening's fuel supply nearly soaking her delicate paws from mere inspection. Anna chuckled, pleased that her well paid head chef upstairs had been so eager to continue supplying "a little extra" into every day's feedings, discretely of course, as per Anna's "generous" request.

Like a kit at Christmas, Anna pushed her way into the furnace room, her loins tingling with excitement as she finally laid eyes upon her most beloved prize.

Before her laid Alexander Petrov. The young arctic fox, who a mere decade ago was Anna's spry and raucous 10 year old charge as nanny, had been reduced to an immobile blob of writhing, undulating flesh and fat that was anchored to the floor by sheer bulk alone. Anna's mind danced as she soaked in the melodious smell of sweat, ass, and shame that wafted off Alexander's wheezing, mountainous form.

Anna's paw drifted towards her loins as she marveled at Alexander's thick rolls; the countless days of stuffing and cramming dish after calorie soaked dished had rewarded the young fox with a cascade of blubber that threatened to absorb his entire frame, leaving nothing but a gross and distorted sack of lard writhing on the floor.

Anna eyed the massive air filtration machine above the young fox as it whirred to life. The pump, even with a fresh set of charcoal filers, rattled and clanged like ball bearings in a dryer as the suction motor (nearly destroyed by months of hot, festering gas) pulled a vacuum on the tube that was affixed to the young fox's gargantuan ass cheeks.

Anna's matronly sensibilities wrenched her paw back the cart as a heavy groan escaped Alexander's food-encrusted muzzle. The fox's feeble paws, now nearly buried in flesh, panicked and flailed helplessly to grope his freakishly bloated midsection. His watery, bloodshot eyes winced shut in tandem with a heavy groan as his lardaceous backside let loose a thick, billowing fart.

*BRRRRRRRRAAAAAP *

Anna shuddered with pleasure as she watched the massive suction tube plastered to young fox's moonish backside struggle to contain the rank and heavy discharge. The filth-stained tube stretched and swelled as the fox blew plume after plume of heavy, rancid gas into the filter stack. Alexander flailed feebly as his flatulence subsided, his grossly enveloped limbs once again failing to offer any comfort from the pain bubbling in his ripe and swollen midsection. Alexander whimpered in discomfort as his ass flared again, his bowls releasing another plume of noxious gas so hot it felt as if it was singing the heavily stained fur around his abused tailhole.

The heavy methane smell wafted across Anna as she approached, the fresh smell of Alexander's ass causing her eyes to flutter in lust as she admired the sweaty, sobbing blob before her.

"Tsk-tsk, it would appear that the naughty young master is producing more than his little machine can handle. Must you always be such an intractable young fox?"

Alexander's face broke into shock. The fox's thick neck struggled to swivel towards the sound, his massive, immobile body giving barely an inch as his quick jerks sent blubbery waves across the layers of fat that adorned his sweaty coat.

"N...nana, is that you? Has...has father finally sent you too..."

Alexander's surprised expression fell to dread as his peripherals glimpsed the heavy feeding cart she pushed.

"Oh God no! P...please nana, I've been good! I've been..."

Anna silenced the terrified fox as she caressed his lardaceous backside, her feminine paws like warm summer sunlight across Alexander's quivering tonnage. "Shhh...do not worry child, I know you've been good. Nana Semyonov is here to help."

Alexander's ears perked up before slowly sinking back down in bliss as Anna guided her paws across his titanic belly, the familiar touch of his childhood caretaker dragging his calorie drenched body into the familiar comfort he adored as a kit.

"That's a good boy" Anna cooed, her soft paws gently stroking the fox's weary muzzle. "Ca...Can I go now nana Semy?" Alexander pleaded. "I've been so very..."

"Now-now" Anna interrupted. "You still have a debt to pay young man. Do you expect all those fine people upstairs to freeze due to your childish misdeeds? A man...a Petrov...takes responsibility for his actions."

"I...I know nana, but Victor and I were just playing around...we didn't mean to..." his voice quivered as he struggled to speak between the gentle paws now running across his muzzle and forehead.

"Nana Semy knows that Alexander, but if you hadn't abdicated your duties months ago then you wouldn't have been swinging across the coal depot's support beams to begin with young man."

Alexander's muzzle grimaced as he stifled a hot belch in his throat. Anna's hand covertly dug deeper into the massive gut Alexander was laying upon, furtively coaxing the gas out of him. "I didn't know the structure was weak!" He pouted, "It's not my fault one of the beams came and half the supply rolled into the lake!"

Anna's hand gripped tight on Alexander's bloated midsection, her claws scritching and squeezing as she forced a heavy, spittle soaked belch from the fox's well-traveled throat.

*BURRRRRRPPP*

"Your father did not build this bloc from bare earth with excuses and blame games young man!"

Alexander groaned as the belch lingered in his muzzle, the dozen or so pies still fermenting from yesterday leaving a rank and acidic taste on his tongue.

"I...I'm so sorry nana!" Alexander pleaded, tears trickling down his face. "I know you are sweetie" Anna consoled, her paws cradling his blubbery face to her ample bosom. "You know your father can't play favorites. That's why he had to punish you." Anna brought Alexander's face level with her own, his tears starting to dry as he looked into the loving eyes of his dear nana as she spoke. "And it's the duty of every Petrov to serve his people. That's why I recommended you supply the heat through the winter for all the residents of Petrov bloc."

Alexander's heart sunk at her words. "W...what? It was you who told father to do this to me? It was you who made me into...into this twisted, disgusting freak!"

"Indeed it was young master Petrov" Anna said with a sly smile. "You always were such a hellion growing up. No one would dare stand up to the great Artyom Petrov's eldest son." Anna wheeled the cart around, her paws dialing commands into the filtration system's remote as she spoke. "I swore up and down for years that his hands-off approach would lead to disaster. So you when you and Victor nearly destroyed the entire bloc's fuel supply, your father was practically begging me for a solution to the people's outrage."

Warning lights strobed as the heating tube began contracting towards the ceiling. A wet, grimy squelch rolled through the room as the gasket on Alexander's titanic, sweat soaked ass was broken.

"He practically wept in joyous relief when I proposed it Alexander, you should have seen it." Anna said as she pulled open the service cart. "And oh how the people were so eager to assist in keeping the heat going strong. It's so deliciously glorious Alexander; you should have seen the looks of horror and disgust when the bloc's newsletter reported that you'd grown above 500lbs! Everyone is so appalled at how much food you consume on a daily basis. The head chef says you are insatiable!"

Alexander's skin was red beneath his formerly white, filth stained fur; the thought of what everyone must think of him was driving him into a rage. The fox's body jiggled and bounced as struggled to reach his former nana and strangle the life out of her. "You fucking bitch!" He barked, sending waves across the dozen or so rolls that flowed across his backside. "I don't ask for anything! He fucking shoves that slop down my throat every God damn night until I almost pop!" Anna chuckled as the fox continued with labored breath, his flabby, stubby paws continuously falling short of their target. "It's...It's..." He huffed, "It's all your fault that I can barely breathe...that I can taste my own ass on my lips from all that greasy slop he feeds me...I don't even remember what the ground feels likes. I swear my father will kill you when he hears about this!"

"Now-now Alexander, that is no way for a proper Petrov to talk." Anna flip a switch on the wall as she spoke, causing a massive buttplugg shaped stopper to descend from the ceiling. "If you're going to have such a filthy mouth, I believe we should waste no time in making sure our beloved furnace is stoked up for a very cold weekend. Also, young Petrov, your father knows exactly what's happening. He knows full well that his son is a disgusting, insatiable glutton who begs and mewls every night for enough food to feed an entire bloc."

The plug drove between Alexander's slime and filth covered asscheecks, the hydraulic system groaning with effort as it forced itself between the massive folds of Alexander's rump. "No! No! I'm sorry nana! I didn't mean it! I didn't...Hnnggggg" Alexander howled as he felt the tapered head of the plug spread his sphincter apart. Months of blowing out enough rank, acrid gas to choke off a small country from the sun had left the young fox's tailhole stretched and worthless, yet it still found enough elasticity to creak and stretch around the massive, flared base of the plug.

"We don't want any of that precious heat going anywhere before we are done now do we?" Anna said, her paws prepping the industrial sized blender of the feeding machine. The titanic fox cried out in pain and as his rank but eager guts were invaded by a not wholly unwelcome guest.

Anna, her paws now plainly over-eager, strapped the feed mask to the young fox's muzzle. The tube inside the mask spread Alexander's jaw wide, ensuring he had no choice concerning the evenings dinner plans.

"Mmm...hgggg...mpphhh" Alexander protested, unable to speak as the tube down his throat forced his tongue to the side, drool spilling out of his muzzle as he struggled. "Oh my, you're so terribly hungry that you're drooling dear boy!" Anna said. "Don't worry child, nana is here for you."

Anna began pouring bowl after heaping bowl of stroganov into the feed machine, its blades quickly liquefying the delicious meal into a thick, hearty soup before forcing it down the fox's protesting throat. Alexander's gullet tightened, his overstuffed body instinctively fighting the foreign substance. The young fox clamped his eyes shut as the food packed tighter and tighter into his craw. Sweat rolled down his snout as he realized it was swallow, or choke to death on liquefied beef and noodle. "Besides," he thought shamefully, "I'm actually kind of hungry."

Alexander reluctantly sucked down the flavorful slurry, the machine pumping gallon after gallon into the blimpish fox so fast that it started spilling down his muzzle and pooling on the floor. "Good boy Alexander, eat up your dinner like a big boy" Anna cooed, her paws working tirelessly to keep the machine stocked and pumping.

The evening rolled on as Alexander inhaled everything from pancakes, to fruit pies, to curry; his gut stretching and protesting as every flavor he could dream of forced its way down his now ravenous gullet. Anna's face was beaming like a proud mother as she stroked the fox's weary gut. Between the heavy petting and rhythmic pumping of the machine Alexander starting going slack, his body relaxing into the nightly ritual of being pumped up like a turgid eclair.

"Look at how happy you are to gulp down nana's concoction dear boy" Anna exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock adulation. "Oh how you must love being a disgusting blob of a fox."

Alexander's face went red at her words, as if he was caught with one of his father's dirty magazines. The fox's face hardened in defiance as he stared down at his former caretaker, his throat still chugging her delicious brew.

"Oh? Does young master Petrov disagree?" The husky asked as her paws dug deeper into Alexander's undulating, fat drenched undercarriage. "Do you not remember how you used to sneak box after box of cookies from your father's cabinet when you were a kit? Because I do." Anna's soft paws pushed under the fox's belly, his stalwart face wavering into bliss under her assault. "You would secretly devour carton after carton of treats, claiming that one of your younger siblings stole them while your father was away." Anna began shaking Alexander's overstuffed trash bag of a belly, the creamy contents within bubbling and burbling as his once gentle caretaker squeezed and kneaded his doughy belly with increasing force. "Oh how you loved nothing more than sitting on your chubby little butt while you stuffed yourself with cookies and tarts in front of the evening cartoons. So very unbefitting of the heir to the Petrov name."

Alexander winced as a sharp pain ran through his belly. The constant plying and rolling of his monstrous gut was causing the gas to build; its immense pressure denied release against the plug that refused to dislodge from its sweaty, abused home.

"I've known who you truly are for many, many years young master Petrov; and now nana wants hear a thank you for making your dreams come true."

Anna's loins burned anew as she unhooked the feeding tube from Alexander's dripping muzzle, his resolve returning as the delicious, stupefying nectar was pulled from his simpering maw.

"You're a crazy fucking bitch!" Alexander barked. "I'd see you hanged before I ever said thank..."

*BURRRRRPPPP*

A thick belch rolled out of Alexander's muzzle as Anna dug her paws deep into his belly, his maw drenched in spittle and liquefied pancakes as he wheezed and struggled to breath.

Anna clicked in disapproval as her hands reached for the huge tin of brownies under her cart. "My dear boy, you don't seem to understand. Your opinion stopped mattering months ago. You're nothing more than my fat little fox furnace now. Your father pretends you no longer exist. You're a laughing stock amongst the people, and your body is so disfigured that you'll likely never be able to walk again."

Alexander's spirit started to cave at her frank and honest words, his rage fueled pride skipping a beat as he struggled to rationalize his situation. "F...father pretends I don't...No...No! I can win back his approval! I can be the son he always wanted me to be! I just...I just have to..." Alexander's frantic ramblings were cut short as his former caretaker raised a claw to his muzzle, her face suddenly radiating with love and understanding as she spoke. "Shhhh, quiet now Alexander. This is what you are now, there is no going back."

Alexander shook off her claw, his hubris demanding that he yell back, even as his gut demanded that he beg for more food.

"Is this not what you've always wanted?" Anna asked. "Who cares what your father wants of you. You're such a helpful little fox now; so much more than he ever was. Here you are, keeping these fine people warm...keeping their homes free of the oppressive winter cold."

Alexander's gaslighted mind swam at her words. Oh how he missed the feeling of the ground under his paws...or did he? He recalled how magnificent the countryside hikes were...or were they? The freedom of climbing, jumping and swinging was exhilarating...or did it simply detract from time better spent enjoying an endless cornucopia of food and flavor? The furtive flame of submission danced in his mind at the thought of so much endless flavor...so much delicious food.

Anna slowly pushed a piece of her homemade brownies into the fox's watering maw, his mind lulling into a daze as the sweet, gooey squares filled his muzzle. For the first time in months he actually chewed his food, his tongue in ecstasy as every sugar and butter drenched inch of chocolate danced down his throat.

"Yessss" Anna hissed under her breath as her paws diligently worked another slice of brownie into the fox's newly receptive trap. "That's a good little fat fox. Eat and be happy."

The remaining vestigial of Alexander's higher brain functions screamed and clawed at his muscles, fighting and howling at him to not give in. "Don't do this!" it screamed from its dim, quickly shrinking corner of light. "We are not a disgusting fucking furnace to be fed and toyed with! We are a Petrov! Proud! Strong! Resilient! We will not fail father! We will not fail this family!" Alexander's throat winced, refusing to swallow anymore of the calorie saturated brownies as his intellect flogged his pride to gain control.

"Don't stop now Alex." The husky said. "You're doing so well. Nana is so proud to see you happy; to see you finally indulge yourself." Anna's words pulled on the other end of the rope, slowly wrenching it from the weak, panicked grip of his remnant intellect.

Anna pawed Alexander's turbulent and taught belly, the torrent of gas building hot and heavy, threating to rip the poor fox's belly in half if it couldn't find respite in the humid, dank air of the furnace room. "Oh you're soooo tight Alex, the discomfort must be unbearable" she cooed. "I can give you this relief...so long as you finish up all this delicious food I worked so hard to make just for you."

With equal parts lustful desire and self-preservation, Alexander's muzzle renewed its ravenous consumption of Anna's dense, delicious brownies, their hefty decadence struggling to find space in the fox's packed gut. Anna continued to cajole her former ward as she shoved more of her butter-fat brownies into his conveyor belt of a maw.

"Oh wouldn't it be sooooo good to do this every day Alex? Just you, me, and more food than you could ever imagine. Endless stuffing, bloating and releasing; all day, every day; no more worries, no more judgment...no more choices."

Alexander whimpered at her saccharine words, his mind struggling to comprehend them as his pleasure centers lit up like Times Square. "Come Alexander, tell nana what you want...tell her what you are. I can give you release...release from the pain of responsibly...the pain of honor...the pain of freedom." Alexander's body writhed as she spoke, her words pulling hard on the rope, shadows drawing ever darker over his intellect as it screamed like a mouse in a wind tunnel. "Just tell nana what you are" the husky said. "Tell her that you're a disgusting, worthless little kit who's better suited as a fat, flatulent blob of a furnace than a proper Petrov. Tell nana that she was right all along."

Anna's hands squeezed cruelly into Alexander's midsection, causing the fox to cry out.

"N...Never." He whimpered, his pride hanging by a thread.

A wicked smile crawled across Anna's muzzle as she reached for another plate of brownies. "Oh, I highly doubt that, you disgusting excuse for a fox. Let nana help you see your true swinish lineage."

Anna pried Alexander's muzzle open, his jaws weakly resisting her grasp as his tongue was once again slathered with the sweet ambrosia of flavor that crammed into his quivering jaw. The matronly husky moved her paws to the young fox's blubbery crotch, her hands digging through roll after roll in search of what little remained of his manhood.

Alexander's body shuddered as her soft paw found the tip of his penis, the shaft now buried under countless inches corpulent flesh. "Ahhh, there it is" she taunted. "Another few days and they might mistake you for master Petrov's oldest daughter." Anna rubbed the head of the fox's penis, her paw caressing his cockhead like a clitoris. "That is, if they don't mistake you for his prize winning sow first.

The young fox panted and wheezed, the precious food in his muzzle spilling to the floor as his tongue lolled out in lust. "That's a good boy. Nana wants you to be a nice, happy little foxpig. Doesn't this feel amazing little Alex? Don't you want to be nana's fat little furnace forever?"

Pressure grew in Alexander's loins, his buried testicles fighting through layers of blubber to push his middling sperm to what remained of his manhood. His pathetic groin struggled for release, his bowels howled for respite, and his belly, stuffed but still deprived, begged to be filled. The residual section of his intellect went pitch black, finally succumbing to the hunger, to the desire...to the bliss of being nothing more than a fat, swollen wreck of a fox meant for nothing more than the utility and mocking of others.

"You were right nana!" He cried. "I'm a fat, disgusting failure of a fox who is nothing without you! Thank you nana, thank you so much!" Tears streamed down his face as his pride and future broke in half. "Please nana...Please..."

Anna's burning loins danced with pleasures unknown, her cervix clamping like a vice in orgasmic delight at the words she had plotted and planned for finally bore sweet, delicious fruit. "That's...that's a good boy" she shuddered, her body convulsing in an orgasmic high 40 years in the making. "Show nana what a disgusting, worthless pig you can be."

Anna's quivering paw pressed down on the control pad's release button, the massive buttplug lodged into Alexander's tailhole pulling free as his bowels sang out in disgusting, pungent relief.

*FFFFRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

The heavy, billowing clouds of gas filled the room as Alexander cried out in sublime, defeated bliss. His meager cockhead spurted pathetic, watery bouts of semen into his massive fatpad as the continuous plume of noxious gas pressed against his prostate, milking the last bit of manhood and pride from his failed loins.

Anna shuddered, her body rocking into another hard won orgasm as she wafted in the smells of a broken, pathetic heir to a dynasty. No longer was she a 2nd class housekeeper to pseudo-royalty, but a goddess; capable of bringing low an entire lineage with her words alone.

Alexander's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body released every putrid ounce of heat from his overworked and feted bowls. The filter tube struggled once again to seal in as much of the precious heat that the bloc's morbid and mutated furnace could produce.

Magnanimous in her victory, Anna moved to slide another piece of homemade brownie into Alexander's lolling and whimpering muzzle, his face breaking into a peaceful smile as he savored and delighted at the taste and his new station in life.

"Now that's a good little fox furnace" she cooed, her paws caressing Alexander's cholate smothered face as he mindlessly chewed and swallowed piece after piece. "Nana has to go home now, but worry not my blubbery little furnace, she'll be back tomorrow for another session. Won't that be wonderful?" She said as she moved the cart towards the exit. Alexander glowed with happiness as he quietly asked "m...more food nana? Will there be more food then?"

Anna stopped and turned back to the dopey, smiling foxblob, a proud look on her muzzle as she reached once again for the feed machine. "Oh of course there will be little Alexander. Nana is so very proud of you" she said as she delicately attached the machine to her prized furnace, the machine whirring to life as it drained the last of the liquefied pancakes into Alexander's begging maw. "There will always be food Alexander. As much food as your little piggy heart can take; which at this rate may not be much longer" she said coolly, Alexander oblivious to her words as his mind lapsed into a hoggish bliss.

Anna gave a playful scratch between her new pets' floppy ears, her muzzle drawing close to her prize as if sharing a secret between lovers. "Who knew that cutting the coal tower's support beams would result in such a fruitful partnership, eh Alexander?"

The husky's terrible words fell on deaf ears, the broken mind they were attached to was far too busy processing its desire for food and flatulence.

Anna walked down the hallways with a new lightness in her step as she keyed her radio. "Pavel, this is Anna. I stoked him just a tiny bit, so he should be good for the evening. I'll probably need to come down tomorrow to double check on that leak though. Do you mind finding Alexander's friend Victor? I could really use his help with a few things..."