After Limon devotedly took care of the fat bear boy's disgusting paws for quite a while, Jackson now sat up on the bad with clumsy, bearish movements and slid down the edge, whereby he yanked his paws out of the desert fox's busy hands. "Your filthy bed is no suitable place for a king to sit," he judged. "Instead you, my loyal subject, will be granted the honor to serve me as a throne!"
"Oh no... Please don't!" the fox pleaded, knowing all to well by now just how heavy Jackson was. "Please don't sit on m-ee-eah-Ouch!"
The bear simply reached again for the long fox ears and easily hauled Limon onto the bed with them. Knowing the weak point of the desert fox was indeed most handy! "Lay down on your back!" Jackson ordered while he climbed back onto the mattress. The small, fennec-sized bed creaked below the heavy lad and the mattress got squeezed under his feet like a wet sponge that's being wrung out. Just one more evidence of his enormous weight! Eventually he positioned himself above Limon, again with one leg on either side of his weedy body, with his head aligned with Jackson's direction of view. He wanted to see his face contorted with pain, as he sat down, after all!
With horror Limon saw the huge bear loom over him, ready to squash him with his fat butt. And then he came down! The fox's tail was tucked between his wobbling legs and his eyes were wide open when Jackson's huge rump landed on his delicate stomach. He tried to brace himself, though it was in vain. The massive rear covered Limon's entire belly and sank deep into it. He was squeezed into the mattress until he could feel the coil springs that bore into his back. "Urg! Guh-hurgh..." was the only reaction Limon could utter: A weak, painful groan as his jaded body got crushed easily and nestled tightly against the round form of the thick bear butt.
"Ah! Much better!" Jackson sighed whilst Limon whined in agony and gasped for air below him. "This is a throne fit for a king! How does it feel to be down the--" the bear suddenly paused when something more important than Limon's well-being caught his attention. "No way! A stupid, measly fox like you got a GameStation?! Ya don't mind if I try it out real quick, do you?" The maltreated fennec gasped protesting. "Nice of you," Jackson laughed miscreant and then leaned forward to reach for the controller. And as he did, he shifted his weight on the chest of the pitiful fox and thus knocked the air out of his lungs, while his fat gut buried Limon's face. The desert fox kicked his legs and tried to push the porky body off, albeit unsuccessful. When Jackson leaned back again, he ruthlessly smashed his heavy ass back down onto Limon's aching stomach, where the bear sat warm and soft. "There we go!"
Powerless Limon had to watch as Jackson played HIS games on HIS console. He did his best to push the bear off of him, but he simply was too heavy to be moved. "Argh! P-please... get off! Y-you're too h-heavy... You're hurting me!" the fox begged with his last breath. But Jackson's answer was selfish.
"What is a little pain, compared to a king's pleasure?" he said, starring on the screen.
But Limon's strength was fading thin. He could no more and only wanted this torture to stop! "P-please... I'm b-begging you... g-get off!" the fox groveled to his tantalizer. "I'll... I'll let you play, but please... Ghargh! G-get off of me... Please, Jackson!"
The bear grumbled annoyed. He wanted to enjoy the game in peace! "How about this: You showed me your toys and now I'll show you mine!" he said and lifted both his mighty paws from the bed, before he let them hover above the wheezing fox's head. "Have fun!" he laughed and let his bulky paws fall down on Limon's face, which got completely buried under those big, black soles.
Limon tried to complain, but all his words were swallowed by the bear's supple foot soles. Also breathing got more difficult now, and what little air he managed to suck into his lungs, was filtered through Jackson's niffy paws! The little fox shuddered as he felt how the meaty toes lolled over his face.
"Ya know what, Limon?" The long fox ears, that were now the only part of his head not covered by bear paws, suddenly flicked as they heard Jackson's voice. "While you're already down there, how about you coddle the sore paws of your king a little with your tongue, huh?"
Did he hear right? Was Jackson really expecting him to do this? Did this bear, after all the things he put him through, seriously demand from Limon to lick his paws as well?! That just can't be true!
After a few moments Jackson noticed, "I can't feel you licking my paws, Limon! Do as I tell you and it will be easier for you. And now start licking! I won't go off of you before my paws are clean!" he explained and kindly lifted his paws a tiny bit to grant the fox some space for his work.
Not seeing any other expedient, Limon gave in to his fate and stuck out his tongue to follow his king's ordinance. In disgust he pressed his tiny, delicate tongue against Jackson's warm, soft sole and instantly noticed the fine dust that clung to the rough skin. The earthy substance was accompanied by a salty and slightly musky taste that dazzled the fox's senses. It was awful! And all this while this fat bastard's ass compressed Limon's belly with this unbearable force!
Limon tirelessly continued to lick over the black soles until they became moist and his tongue got dry and sore. Jackson, meanwhile, unperturbedly sat enthroned on his stomach and dedicated himself completely to the video game. Keeping up became harder with every passing second for the desert fox. The terrible taste, his dry tongue, Jackson's unbelievably huge and heavy paws on his crumpled muzzle, the heat, the lack of fresh air, the immense pain in his stomach region and the humiliating and degrading feeling of helplessness. He didn't know for how long Jackson sat on him like this, but it certainly felt like hours! And considering that their mothers usually chattered for ages, this might just as well have been the case.
But then, after a well-nigh endless time of torture, the fennec's over-sized ears suddenly flicked as he heard a faint sound coming from the other side of the door, which sparked hope in him. Jackson couldn't hear it (yet), but if Limon's assumption was right, he soon would. Would the gods have mercy with him at long last?
