Two summers have passed since Tod and Copper went their separate ways, and for both seasons poor Tod would mope in his den. The strong bond he once had with his friend obliterated by their destinies in life. Such cruel fate was too much for the fox to stomach. Feeling sorry for him the first time around, Vixey anticipated he'd feel the same way this year. And so, walking into their den, she put her devised plan to comfort him into action.
"Still sad about Copper, Tod?"
Tod nodded, sniffing with tears trickling down his face. His body submerging deeper to the floor. "I've tried getting over it Vixey. I really have, but no matter what I still can't let it go. I miss him, he was my best friend."
Walking over to him, she rubbed a paw to his back. "There-there, it'll be fine. I think I might have a way to cheer you up in fact."
Tod looked to his mate from the corner of his eye. "You do?"
"Yup," Vixey smiled. "It involves you and me going to a pretty nice place I went to as a cub. I recently discovered it came around not too far from here and we should go."
"What is it?"
"It's called a fair," Vixey beamed with excitement.
"A fair? B-but…me and Copper went to a fair."
Covering his eyes with both paws, Tod wept louder than ever. Rolling her eyes, Vixey continued to rub his back. "Well, this time you and I can go and have fun together. It certainly beats crying all day inside a hole in the ground. So what do you say? Come with me wont you?"
Feeling just because he was having a bad day didn't mean his mate should've, Tod willingly accepted her offer. Excited, Vixey gave Tod a peck on the cheek, which relieved some of his depression. Following Vixey, both foxes left the protection of the reserve, frightening Tod at first but was quickly dealt with it as they walked on. Traveling down a long road, it didn't take long for the two to reach their destination; just as Vixey said.
Perplexed once Vixey hid in a bush, Tod questioned her. Though going at night when no one else is around didn't sound as fun as she made it seem, he shrugged and further submitted to Vixey's whim. Snuggling against her to rest until nightfall, the vixen was intently focused on the fair itself. Her eyes meticulously peering at all that went on from her view. It perplexed Tod further why she seemed so anxious to go in and enjoy whatever she set out to do, yet she wanted to wait until nightfall. Eyes in slight pain from all the mopping earlier, he closed them. Allowing his thin, frail form to drift off into sleep besides his mate.
- - - - -
"Tod, Tod wake up."
Being shocked into wakefulness, Tod was greeted with the blissful face of Vixey. "What's the matter," he yawned, "Is it time to go already?"
"Already," Vixey tilted her head, "You've been asleep for three hours."
"Wow, really? You've been up all this time."
"Never mind that, there's no one around. We have this place all to ourselves. Come on, I can't wait any longer."
Dashing toward the fair, Tod followed as best he could; his body slowly returning to wakefulness. Helping his mate dig a hole under a fence, both crawled through and made their way to the center of the fair. Tasty aromas passed through Tod's muzzle like he was in the middle of a wonderful feast. Though he couldn't spot any food right away due to keeping up with Vixey, he knew they were there. Vixey however seemed to lurk toward a more larger prize as the aromas grew stronger the deeper they went. Suddenly, Tod crashed into Vixey who stopped in her tracks. Sprawling backward, he froze upon looking at her. Her mouth agape, tongue sticking out, drool pouring, and eyes pulsating as if looking at something tantalizingly valuable. Following her gaze, Tod was met with further shock and amazement. Before them were tables covered with leftover food as well as scraps scattered across the floor. Further smells emanated from the trash cans littering the area. Not to mention there were food carts and snack stands scattered around.
"Aren't you just amazed by it?"
"I rather am actually. I've never seen so much food gathered in a single place before."
"Doesn't it make you want to stuff your face until you're as fat as a cow during springtime?"
"Er, that I'm not so sure."
"Well, come on Todd, lets have some fun!"
Not waiting to hear whether he'd object or not, Vixey dashed to the nearest table, with Tod reluctantly following behind. Salivating from the mouth, Vixey stuffed her face full of French fries and onion rings; pouring down ranch and ketchup bottles she found on her way down. Tod was beside himself, partially frightened seeing how his gluttonous mate shoveled chicken tenders, hot dogs, soft drinks and milk shakes all in a matter of seconds. While she gorged to her hearts content, he tried following her example as best he could. Though, in lesser increments than her.
Knocking away an empty bag of chips, she opened up three boxes of cheese pizza. Rolling each up one at a time, she crammed them down her gullet. The roll of bread and oozing cheese plopping into her plump belly with a glop; her belly gurgling in excitement. Giggling at the noises it made, she gave it a couple of mirthful pats before moving onto the next thing.
Feeling quite thirsty, the vixen scoffed on little treats such as corn dogs or pop corn until she found a soda machine. Moving her head under the nozzle, she eagerly opened her mouth, pushed the button, and drowned herself on soft drinks. The intense flow of sugar caused her tail to wag more fervently, as well as bloat her stomach larger; so much she could feel its weight pulling her down. Her body sloshing as she as she shifted toward the next beverage, she continued the cycle until the machine was finally drained. Legs and arms practically limp, the now very bloated vixen groaned in satisfaction.
"Ohhhhh, *hic*, what a night," giving into her weight, she allowed her gargantuan gut to pull her off the machine. Exploding in a thunderous squelch. "Isn't, *hic*, this fair the greatest Tod?"
Tod walked to his mate's side. Pudgy, but not nearly as large as her. He seemed rather content as well as astonished at how large she was able to grow so quickly. "Well, there's plenty of food. But, I think I'm done for tonight," Tod gripped his belly.
Vixey seemed to think otherwise as her blurry euphoric vision cleared up more. "Look at you, you're skin and bones. We're in the middle of a beautiful feast and you're not giving your poor stomach the proper treatment. Well, we'll have to fix that."
"But, I'm already full. Can't I rest and wait until you're finished?"
As if saying something wrong, the vixen's once happy disposition turned to that of annoyance. Sloshing as she rolled over on her gut, she knocked over a trash can, exposing a smorgasbord of food. Not noticing her prowling up to him as he yawned, Tod was suddenly knocked over onto his back. Before he could react, Vixey sat atop of him, her belly spilling onto his chest.
"V-Vixey, w-what are you doing?"
The vixen sternly glared at her mate. "I came to this fair to cheer you up and enjoy myself. Both of which I don't think are finished."
"B-but Vix-."
Without warning, the vixen shoved a cupcake into his mouth, clamped it shut with both her paws so he would swallow, then picked up the nearest thing for him to consume. This cycle continued despite Tod's pleas for her to stop. Helpless to fight against her, he soon succumbed to the over consumption of tasty treats. As more food was crammed into his mouth, his belly constantly grew tighter and rounder. Both foxes even noticed how Vixey lifted off the ground slightly. Like its owner, Tod's stomach also growled in protestation, which Vixey mistook for further overfeeding.
Once finishing the trashcan, Vixey gathered more food for Tod. The fox grew too bloated to move, unused to his change in size as well as being numb with the heavy vixen sitting on him for so long. Placing his paws on his rotund form, he rubbed it apologetically. Though thinking about Copper was no longer an issue, he hoped after tonight Vixey's fair craze would disappear, for his bodies sake.
Opening his mouth once more, Tod willingly accepted everything she had brought; not having much choice as she would just open and shut his mouth again and again. Leftover burgers, pieces of pie, funnel cake, and churros were gulped without resistance. The further he ate, the more he wished it would stop. Positively a bloated bean bag of a fox, Tod weakly held up a paw for her to wait. Compelled to release a belch, the fox held back his barrel of a belly from sloshing over him.
"You having fun, Tod? Because I am," Vixey beamed.
Tod could barely keep make eye contact with her, let alone lift his head. "Oooh, please…Vixey…stop." He groaned.
Grunting as Vixey planted herself on his belly, she sighed mirthfully as she squeezed and rubbed the plentiful ball of fur and fat. "Oh I'm not so sure. I could still hear your belly calling out for more food." She rubbed her nuzzle into his tummy, "Nope, you're not nearly fat enough."
Shocked, Tod released another groan as his stomach churned at the news. Restarting after a brief intermission, Vixey stuffed a slab of cake into his mouth. His stomach now making all the protestations for him, the vixen blithely replied with more food. To Tod's knowledge, Vixey must've been feeding the entire fair to him. Which only meant his treatment could go on for another hour or so. With each passing second, his paws grew more limp as they tried holding back a mountainous belly from sloshing over him. Soon giving in, Vixey giggled as he was engulfed in fat. Thankfully by some miracle however, Vixey was able to sit him up by a nearby truck, which greatly intrigued her. Circling around he, she finally found a label regarding what it contained.
"Ice cream," her face aglow with glee, "Oh goody." Locating the nozzle, she held it in her jaws, waddled over to Tod, and popped the hose in his mouth. Turning the valve, a sweet stream of vanilla ice cream seeped through the hose. "You just sit there my love. I'm going off to catch up to you."
Prancing off into the fair, Vixey couldn't wait to begin her second round as well as return to her passed out mate. Feeding him virtually everything in the center of the fair, she searched around the corners and outside. Lucky for her most of the stands and food courts were around these areas, while the attractions were located in the middle.
Licking her chops, she leapt into action. Literally jumping atop of a table, she pigged out on various flavored pies; taking large chops and swallowing the collection of berries and cream. Much like when she started, the pleasures the fair brought were unlike anything she had experienced. Aside from her childhood that is. Sweets were blithely swallowed, along with corndogs, cotton candy, and popsicles left over in ice cream carts. Obtaining more of a belly to pat and wobble around, she did such after finishing her latest glut before moving onto the next. Moving onto boxes and containers left over in booths, the selection of food continuously grew more scarce.
Feeling overly bloated many times over, she licked what cream remained on her sloppily grinning lips. "*Hic hilp*, what a gorge. Eating to the *hic hilp* peak my stomach would go to and *hic hilp* eating more afterwards. Never have I *hic hilp* thought I could go to such limits. But I guess there's truly nothing *hic hilp* that can keep this vixen down."
As she laid there, giggling and sighing in euphoria as her belly glorped and churned, a sudden aroma caught her attention. It contained various scents, such as mustard, ham, bread, and fresh fruit. Wobbling as she attempted to sit up, she peered off into the distance, until her eyes grazed upon an unbelievable sight. The most magnificent sandwich she had ever seen. At least fifty feet long, it took tables upon tables to hold it. Not wasting a moment, she pulled herself over to the table; meeting tasty opposition along the way. Once at one end she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her rotund drum of fur made an ample amount of space between her and the table, but also served well as her own personal one. Comfortably sitting, she then grabbed the sandwich and stuffed all she could down her gullet. Slowly but surely, the sandwich snaked its way into her overburdened body. Stretching it further to capacities she didn't know she had. The more she grew, the more she could feel her back, waist, and chest all begin to bloat up, just to give the monstrous sandwich enough room to fit inside her. Slamming onto the table so she wouldn't capsize on the floor due to her immense weight, she could see the end of the train of meat. Still a far ways off, she couldn't wait to fully revel in the results it'd bring.
- - - - -
The fair was certainly what Vixey expected it to be and more. Food as far as the eye could see with what seemed an endless supply. For every mouthful, there were ten more just waiting to be had. The glutton inside her was now satiated. Sloshing and wobbling her way over to her mate, the site of him made the sloppy grin on her face grow wider. Just as big as her, the ice cream truck had bloated Tod larger than any vehicle in the parking lot that day. Dozed off, the hose managed to fall out of his mouth. Though it was clean with no trace of ice cream spilling over the fairgrounds. Paws using his belly as an arm rest, his gargantuan gut puffed in and out like a hulking beast during hibernation.
Using the truck to stand upright, Vixey suddenly collapsed atop of her mate's enormously squishy belly; erupting it in a cacophony of sloshing. Disturbed from his nap, Tod groaned.
"V-vixey," he said through dazed eyes, "y-you've gotten *hilp* huge."
"As did *hic hilp* you dear," Vixey clenched at as much of Tod's belly as her paws can hold, as well as rubbing her face deeply into his fur. "nice and fat, the way I like it."
Tod wryly placed a paw on her plump back. "Well *hilp* I hope you're happy. I don't think I can move from this spot for some *hilp* time."
"*Hic hilp*, I'll roll you back home in the morning. *Hic hilp* I expect an even fatter fox once we get some *hic hilp* rest."
Rolling onto her back, she rested her head against Tod's belly like a pillow. Looking at her own belly, she was better able to appreciate the effects the fair had on her. Rubbing and squeezing at her enormously fat stomach, she released yet another blissful sigh. "This fair is a *hic hilp* vixen's paradise. Filled with so much wonderful *hic hilp* food. Oh, its we're a *hic* vixen can glut-glut-glut-glut!"
After each glut, she would proudly smack at her wobbly bubbling belly. The sheer mass of it caused the vibrations to carry over to Tod's, and soon both rang out in a chorus of sloshing and burbling. Enchanted by it's wonderful music, she quickly succumbed to sleep, with Tod obediently following in suit. The sensation of reliving her childhood proved more wonderful than she could've possibly imagine. Even though she might've used Tod as an excuse to pursue her own gluttonous escapade, she was certain he'd forgive her for bloating him up to such an extent. It was nothing some buttering up about his shape wouldn't fix however. Who knows, perhaps somewhere down the line he could enjoy it just as much as her. For now however, she was content with the way things are. Two overly bloated foxes sleeping side by side in the center of a paradise made for true gluttons like herself. What more could she ask for.
