Soon after reconciling her first three prisoners, Vixen set herself up in a private room with the remainder of the bear's platoon. There they watched as, one by one, she whittled their numbers with equal parts crass disrespect and unadulterated delight. Not one was spared from her ravenous stomach, be it via Vixen's all-encompassing maw or ever-expanding ass… and no one in her command dared disturb her impeccable punishment.

Until three days later, that is, when her own commanding officer required the Lieutenant’s attention, and nervously approached the jumbo-sized tent. Heard inside were the familiar throat moans of the zealous fox: a good sign that she was somehow sated. After opening the tent flaps, however… her CO was not ready for the behemoth Vixen became.

That she could stand at all, much less straight as she was, was almost the most baffling aspect of her. One hand gripped her left, absolutely gigantic asscheek and swished the fat around not unlike a minor inconvenience. She could be holding one of those prisoners between all that fat with no one the wiser!

And her breasts were just as… impressive. If her butt would make her sink, her boobs would keep her afloat. Surely someone would eventually mistake her chest for two compressed blimps in miniature. But Vixen didn't care, evident from the calm, expectant grin on her face.

Her CO did not envy the two stragglers they picked up only hours prior…

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Thanks again  PoncoCykes for the story!

Lt. Vixen © SEK Studios

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