Once again art by the lovely Dot. Now watch me obsess over their tiger boy who I'm gay for with this insane screed!

Jae would wake up the following morning, and immediately knew something was wrong. No. It wasn't his lack of pants. He could see them lying on the floor with what was clearly Carrie's lipstick lined and teeth made holes all in it. Nor was it the now tiny belly he sported, reducing his previous meal to nothing more than a squishy swell for his big paw to idly bat at. No...it was the smell of bacon.

Now don't get me wrong. Jae liked bacon so he wasn't fearing his willpower. It was that it meant Carrie was in a VERY good mood... if Carrie in a bad mood is to be feared, this was the closest Jae came to terrified. You've heard of love bombing before. Jae preferred to refer to these days as "love atomic hellfire". He could do no wrong in her eyes and she basically pampered him nonstop. Great for a guy with an ego as big as his, right? Wrong! Even he knew deep down he had a problemwith his pride. And how could he resist doing what she loved? Well..it'd be a lot easier if it was being sexy or lifting weights (though he could imagine her using those gremlin powers to somehow materialize an elephant above him for his next set). And it wasn't like he disliked eating so much...it was just...

Before he can finish that thought Carrie kicks in the door, which leans ajar slightly as this is far from the first incident! "Goooood morning sunshine!" The fox carries two huge platters piled high with breakfast foods upon them, surprisingly huge enough Jae can't help but be a little impressed. "I just felt my ADORABLE HUNKY MAN needed a day of pampering and loving that he needs OH SO BADLY." There's so much enthusiasm in those words one could easily mistake them for sarcasm. Still, he knows the outcome of today. "Nah ah. Ain't playing this game with you. I'll take a NORMAL sized plate of eggs and THREE slices of bacon for breakfast please. Thank you for your hospitality." He pats her head again, this time in a more dignified manner as she pouts at him. "But pumpkin pie! I spent all morning on this!" "Sorry dear, not that hungry at the moment. Still on for the bet later TONIGHT after I've had some recovery time." The foxgirl pouts even harder as she starts to turn around. "Well...I guess I can't show my man the affection he DESERVES."

Those words hit Jae like a ton of bricks. "D-deserves?" He KNOWS he's caught here. But like a fly in a honey trap he can't help himself. "Oh yes. My PERFECT man deserves a day to be treated like a king! Just to show how much he means to me!" The fox is back upon him, having set down both platters and spread out the food. "I just wanna show you how much I love you and...everything you do." She's not subtle at ALL as she lifts up the bedsheet and strokes that tiger tummy. "Now then. Pampering begins. Nothing out of your mouth except for requests, you hear me?"

To Carrie's credit, Jae was more than willing to gorge on the food presented in bed. Polishing off plate after plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and anything else you could think of for a high calorie breakfast. He did still have the pride to inform her he'd bite her in half if she did that "here comes the airplane" bit at him. Still, he knows that means she's alone. And when she's alone on a day like today she's plotting. Indeed, he can hear her singing happily as what sounds like lunch is being...he looks at the clock. Oh no. It's 8:20. That means this is second breakfast being prepared! Hurriedly scarfing down the rest of his food faster than he can swallow it. He goes full chipmunk mode with both cheeks crammed with the vast amounts she'd prepared for him. Still, even this embarrassment is no match for the tiger as he finally swallows the last of it with a weary huff. He can feel the already heavy weight in his middle as he stands. Jae groans as he looks down at the basketball sized middle on him already. At best there were five more meals ahead of him today and he was already overdoing it on the day. Groaning as his middle sloshes in exhausted agreement, he wanders into the kitchen to confront his next Sisyphean task. To his surprise, Carrie is one of TWO girls in there...but she is the only one of the pair not currently tied up.

"Okay what the fuck is this?" The tiger glares at the smug fox and the terrified bound mousegirl in front of her. "An experiment." The smug foxie declares. Her smugly squinted eyes are in perfect contrast to the worries dinner plates on the mouse. "Cats like mice...and I wanted to see how catlike you were." She looks at him triumphantly while both others in the room can only gawk.
"Carrie this is a bit deranged even for you...what did this girl do?" He undoes the gag on the mousegirl who squeaks out immediately "NOTHING. I just said 'nice to squeak you' at her!" Carrie can't help but scoff at that. "Bullshit! It was two AM and you started banging on my door screaming 'HELP HELP HELP ITS A MOUSEMERGENCY' so I swing my door open. Your dumb face pipes up 'Cheesed to meet you' and you RUN INTO MY KITCHEN to start eating all the cheese you can find!" The fox is staring daggers at the helpless looking mouse. "I can't help it. I just squeakin love cheese!" Carrie rolls her eyes as she looks at Jae. "Freaking master of beating stereotypes here. Babe you're a cat...wanna chase this big juicy mouse?"

The tiger lifts an eyebrow at her. "Didn't you just complain about stereotypes?" "Yeah well it's hot when you're doing it." The tiger shrugs. Sure he already had a significant gut, but that was really more of a handicap to make this more fair for her. "Sure let her rip. I'll give her three seconds." Eyes wide with fear, the mouse is untied and makes a bolt for the door, only to find far too many deadbolts on the paranoid fox's abode. Behind her, the tiger springs to life, chasing after her but purposely keeping juuuust enough pace for her to wheel around to the kitchen. There, she spots a comically small hole that apparently she thinks she can fit through. Diving headfirst, she slams into the baseboard only to discover she'd fallen for the classic cartoon gambit. "YOU PAINTED YOUR HOUSE WITH HOLES TO FUCK WITH ME?" The fox laughs back at her. "ONE hole is real, best for you to figure it out!" The mouse can only squeak in terror as Jae comes sauntering back in, licking his teeth in excitement. He leaps through the air for her, only being saved by the fact she falls to the floor in terror. All seems lost as he lands on all fours, pivoting towards her with a desire in his eyes. But then, she sees it! The one real hole! Using all of her energy, she sprints towards it and dives!...only for her hand to slip into the hole and hit the two by four behind it. "AUGH! Oh right...these holes are made for actual mice...eheh... kinda forgot?" Jae and Carrie both tower over the helpless girl who is now nursing her hurt hand.

After amusing himself with her worries for a moment, Jae speaks up. "Alright mousey. It's been fun. But now that your lesson's been learned I ought to let you-" "Wait!" The helpless mouse cried out, trembling in fear. "Let me make my confession first." The couple looks at the other and both shrug in response. "I'm...not actually a mouse...I'm a vole." The couple looks at each other again, this time in confusion. "You know...sort of like a mouse...but even more things hunt them?" Jae still is confused but Carrie picks up. "Wait so all of those squeaks and cheese thing...you were copying another culture?" "Yes...I mean...wait." "Oh I bet you wore a native headdress too!" "Only once...through all of college to seem interesting."
Jae shrugs at this point, now resigned. "I was GONNA let you go but...nah I think let's not." She squeaks in terror as he starts to approach her. "Wait wait REAL confessional." He still approaches but now much slower. "My good conduct! I have ONLY burned down ONE retirement home." Immediately Jae shoots daggers at Carrie. Defensively, the fox breaks character towards Jae with a defensive "What? IVE never burnt down an old folks home. My arson caps out at after-hours Barnes and Noble." Thoroughly annoyed with both girls, he knows he can get away with eating one so he dives for the mouse...vole...girl...look she's second breakfast so let's just call her Food from here on out.
"H-hey what about if we did something sexy together? I'm into some fun stuff!" His mouth wraps around her feet as he starts to inhale her, pulling her in nice and slow. Carries mouth meanwhile is unheld. "Probably your best bet! Between us both we're into most things...except puppy punting. We just can't punt them puppies before we get in the bedroom." The food girl simply closes her mouth, deciding she's already dug her grave as is. "Oh COME ON." Carrie cries out as she storms off, realizing she's been out crazied.
Jae meanwhile simply picks up Food girl and goes over to the couch. Sitting himself down comfortably before starting his remaining onslaught. His meal squeaks and whimpers every step of the way as heswallows more of her down into his tight, muscles throat ring. Of course, she's actually talking and begging the entire time. There's tears and pleading for him to spare her that may tug on the heartstring if every OTHER sentence out of her mouth wasn't her confessing to some heinous unsolved crime. Who would think admitting they committed "Quintuple Seal Homicide" would improve your odds of escape? Untinentionally Carrie had basically stumbled on: girl snack Light! All of the begging and squirming of a girl he normally ate, but with zero of the pounds of being a terrible person thrust upon him!
Eventually that poor mouse/vole/food girl ends up spilling into his belly, disgusted with it's already occupied state and immediately choking on the acrid air. "Haha...okay very funny now let me out!" The tiger picks his teeth while patting his gut, looking smugly at his catch so far. "Nah. I don't negotiate with terrorists who 'taught orphans raw chickens can be the ball substitute in baseball'." He can hear a nervous chuckle from his gut before she begins to plead again. Desperate and growing more pitiful by the moment, she can only beg for mercy for a few more seconds before Carrie steps back into the room.
"Oh thank you!" The fox declares as she basically lands face first into his stomach, which gets both him and it's occupant to sputter from the wind knocked out of them. Jae can barely open his mouth before Carrie forces in a grilled sausage into his mouth, grinning cheekily at him as he suddenly remembers what day it is. Groaning and using his paws to catch her hands, he swallows and tries to talk without horking down more meat. "Did you have ANY idea on that stuff besides her cheese robbery?" "No actually, that was a happy little accident!" He glares at her for a moment only for the pair to hear from within his gut "I am VERY discheesed with this situation!"
Both of them look at each other in a lack of amusement. "We're killing her, right?" "I mean... Look what I'm currently doing to her." "And I love you for it babe. How about you stay seated and I'll cook you something fancy!" Jae starts to protest but he hears a pained cry from his gut followed by "You gotta be squeakin kidding me!" Since the ol' brick to the face method wasn't really possible anymore, he'd have to go with Carrie's method of finishing this obnoxious foodie off.
The rest of the day is a blur to Jae. Second breakfast leads into the two lunches which both feature an entire roast for him to gulp down bite after bite. Combined with three different dinners of "Separated Turducken" (a whole turkey, duck and chicken at different points of the evening) swelling him further and further out as the lusty foxgirl fills him to his limit. Not a taunt comes from her lips all day and into the night. And frankly between the constant pampering and rubbing on her behalf, and the pleasurable tightness of that middle it's clear he's very very much enjoying himself. Finally, the clock hits midnight and Carrie gives him a smug look.
"Alright big boy. Today's done, let's get you measured. In a second, I wanna do something first." At about twelve fifteen, Carrie has finished making out with his belly button: a kink she had and has slowly infected him with as well. Both of them now hot and bothered, she sets up the camera and makes him stand in his usual spot. "My my. Over two feet further than yesterday. I'd say that deserves a reward!" She'd look up to see Jae panting loudly, hand atop his tummy and pressing down in order to see her. All of this pleasure had been toasting his brain all day. At this point, the helpless girl trapped in his gut was barely stirring, only using what limited energy she had to try and stay awake.
All of this was too much for Jae, whose rod was fully on display for his girlfriend to gawk over, watching it twitch nervously against his overfilled water balloon of a belly. "Can I make a request for the reward?" The tiger grins, not quite able to keep his composure at his full erection and fuller belly. This is everything the kitsune wants as she guides him over to the bed. "Sure big boy...on one condition." Hearing that as he flops backwards on to the bed prompts both a slosh and a groan from the tiger. "Okay what Faustian Bargain am I agreeing to in order to get my dick sucked?" Carrie only beams at him happily. "Aww babe I'm glad to be Satan in this metaphor! But no new bargain, just you PROMISING you'll stick with our bet for a week." Jae ponders for a moment. This is a LOT more food than yesterday but he could probably handle like a bit over double this...right? Fearing he may regret his actions, he nods at her looking down at him from atop mount tiger tummy. Instantly she disappears and the show begins.
That huge, wobbling belly was just perfect for her. Greedy beyond all get out, she'd start from the top with a sloppy tonguing of a kiss to the inside of his belly button. Already so strained it's barely retaining its innie properties he can't help but moan as her tongue explores that quivering cavern. But tongue punching his belly button only gets him turned on, not the relief he needs. So ever lower she drifts. Lipstick clad, she leaves behind a paper trail from the top of that belly down the undersid. She keeps smooching and tattooing in an uneven line down this wobbling beachball before finally making it to her target; that fully erect rod of his. Huge and twitching in needy delight, it causes his whole body to shudder as she pounces on it and swallows it whole with a smug soft "Gulk". For how small she was, it was always impressive how she could handle that much meat in one sitting. In and out, up and down she runs her lips gently over that rod. Her head remains pressed firmly into his now mostly liquid gut while one hand gently cups and rubs over his gigantic and pent up balls. He's in heaven, and he knows he won't last long as her other hand is busy probing for the last of that girl he ate.
Carrie knows her target is softened up by now, to the point it's nearly impossible to find them. But after a short bout of bouncing up and down on his cock, her hand finds the poor girl still in there. Her other hand is let free as she begins to press down on the giant lump of meat. Alas, there's really nothing left at this point as all resistance in his gut suddenly fails, everything solid left breaking apart in an instant like a dam breaking. The lump basically vanishes as a loud SLORSH can be heard coming from his gut. This proves too much for them both as he fires his massive load and she oh so dutifully swallows.
Both of them gasping up a storm, Carrie slowly drags herself up towards him after swallowing every last drop. Even he can't help but giggle, as his sheer load was so much she looks nearly as big proportionally as him! "I... Haaaa... thought I was the...haaa only one competing." "Oh put a sock in it butterball, I'm at least able to count the pounds I'll gain on my fingers." "Huff...Yeah yeah love you too you little monster." Neither of them had any issues sleeping that night.

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