The old woman's cottage was known to the scarlet fox, so it's not like it was hard for him to find amusement any given night he wanted it. Things lately had been slow in his life but this always served to remedy that. Red had done this many nights before, set a bulging crinkling bag of warmth on the windowsill of the shared bedroom of a certain sow and ewe. Some of the most potent options on the menu of the town's only mexican take out restaurant. A great steaming trove of sauces and guacamole, tortillas and refried beans and ground beef. Sure the old woman had nearly caught him a couple times, mostly when he stuck around too long to watch the aftermath. How could he resist though? She was already at the window plucking the over full sack down, and while he couldn't see her on the other side of the wall he heard the gluttonous snorting as she gave in to her nature. Shoveling hooved fistful of food after another into her face, Red simply grinned. An expression that gave way to giggling when the first ominous groans and gurgling sounds began to build. He knew well by now they wouldn't go anywhere, not for hours- but would just twist inside the succulent piglet until much later. If he could swing it he'd have to try to be in earshot then as well, there was something satisfying about the cacophony Jenny released when her owner finally gave her permission.

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That owner, she was the only problem. Every time he did this it was harder to stay out of her sight. Jenny wasn't exactly quiet about this and yet the woman never went to chastise or stop the sow. She just shouted at and menaced the fox- like she seemed to be primed to do now. He heard a creak as a footstep got closer on the front porch, and that was the cue to run. He heard shouting behind him of course 'last time' and 'make you respect my rules' were in there somewhere but it did nothing to stop him from prancing off with a grin. Besides, the real fun came later anyway.

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Later - when the real fun starts - we promise. The young fox had snuck back on to the property around sundown. He had a vague idea when dinner was each night, when the old woman and the sheep in the diaper usually finished cooking and Jenny's porcine rump was setting the table. About half an hour was all he had left to wait until she fairly literally exploded, his doing. The fox was leaned on the wall in anticipation when the voice behind him chimed in - he'd heard nothing this time before she spoke. There was a sharp poke at the base of his spine and the cold statement "I told you, boy." First instinct was to run of course, but as soon as he tried to will his legs to fleeing he felt a strange chill crawl up through his fur and up to his torso on each limb - and then he felt himself faceplant in the dusty ground. Second instinct was to peel himself up and THEN flee and yet that somehow failed to do any more than make him squirm in place, which a quick glance to the sides explained. Over at his right shoulder he saw a perfectly smooth patch of rounded body instead of an arm, and similar did he find his left shoulder and presumably just below his hips. He still felt the limbs, they were someplace cold - but when the old witch grabbed his tail and started to drag him across the ground to her porch he was entirely helpless to do anything but.. well, cry for help.

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Not that anyone answered. A few very unpleasant bumps on the three short stairs up and she was toting him into the livingroom, where a booted foot curled below his chest and turned him over onto his back. "W-wait, give them back! Please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" The boot slid over his neck shortly after, reducing the cries to just some whimpering and a little squirming at the waist. "Sammy! Get in here, bring one of the smaller diapers." The footsteps were thunderous things, but slow. The fox looked up pleadingly and almost registered a glimmer of hope when she leaned down toward him a moment later, cruelly extinguished when it turned out the woman wasn't going to whisper something reassuring but instead slid a collar around his neck, clasped it, and muttered "You're mine until further notice, boy."

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The fox found himself sat at the dinner table with the others. Terrified chills ran through his absent limbs where he was leaned up against the back of a wooden seat, bottom padded in the thickest thing he'd ever worn. Red dared not speak, and had plenty to take in for the intervening moments. The old woman with her pipe wasn't saying anything, just nibbling on fried steaks and a corn cob. To his left was a giant sagging sack of a sheep, wearing similar underwear (though he could swear he heard her filling hers where they sat) and his right held the object of his torments. Jenny stared awkwardly, not sure if she was supposed to be angry or feel empathy for the reynard sitting at her side.

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There he was helpless, utterly at the mercy of anyone in the cabin- but she had an inferno whirling in her bowels and it was all his fault. (Wasn't it?) Red could actually hear the churning fury in the pig's bottom and it might just have turned his face a darker shade, though the stark silence apart from the clink of silverware on plates was broken also by the ewe. He definitely heard her filling that diaper right in front of all of them, apparently without much shame of any sort to it. (Just a bit of blushing for what he could tell.) But nothing was said, the sheep finished her meal and sat - the pig had been done since all of a couple minutes since sitting down, the old crone took her sweet time - but eventually she called out "Alright dears, we're done." The changes were immediate, the ewe's laden undergarment seemed to lighten considerably and the smell in the room freshened in an instant - the sow on the other hand looked a little panicked and immediately fled to the restroom as the ewe began picking up dishes. The crone for her part wandered to what seemed to be a pantry from where Red sat, which left him alone for the time being. He tried to reach up to scratch at an itch where the diaper sat across his thighs, managing nothing but to lean a little too far in the chair and top to his side with the distinct feeling that if he struggled any further he'd fall. As the sheer weight of that situation sank in Red decided to be silent, and still. From the pantry he heard faint shuffling, from the privy he heard exactly what he'd hoped to set up earlier - a horrendous thunder of flatulence from Jenny's much abused rump.

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Jenny whimpered a little when it was over. Messy business, and leaving behind a stinging searing aftermath. She'd flush for the third time before she turned about slowly, shuffling one hooved foot a little to the side at a time until she'd completed something to the tune of an eight point turn that left her facing the toilet bowl. She immediately set to work with lysol and a brush for it while the shower warmed up to finish cleaning the rest of herself off. Sammy would be busy with the dishes by now, but this didn't take too long. When the toilet was sufficiently not resemblant of an unholy altar she stepped into the shower stall backwards, letting hot water run down her porcine ass and wash away the lingering remnants of the meals and cruelly set traps. It's not as if she could just not eat the food, you know? She was a pig now, that wasn't in her. It wasn't her fault. A little ember of resentment stoked in the heat of the shower's water beating on her buttocks, but she'd had long enough in there. Clumsy hoof fingers turn the knobs back off as she waddles precariously through the halls toward the kitchen, stopping short of actually coming close enough to look at him. Each step was awkward, it always was this time of night. She felt hollow inside, empty in a way that wasn't so shockingly frightening as being hungry was, but it still threw her balance off. Hence why she almost tripped over her own feet when her mistress' voice spoke up from the pantry beside her. "Get in here, sow."

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Jenny's back tingled with a trickle of fear and a couple more of water dripping out of her hair as she slid sideways into the pantry, the cramped space barely holding her. Her mistress was nestled back further, under the illumination of an old light bulb on a string. Jenny found things shoved at her chest rather abruptly. A jar, a can, and a baby bottle. "There, pick somethin from that and feed our 'guest'. Now hurry up, get out of the way pig!" A sharp poke in her belly button with that pipe's mouthpiece got a startled squeal from her as she stumbled awkwardly into the dining room. The can seemed to just be preserved peaches, the jar was baby food (strained carrots), and the bottle was exactly what one expects. The old woman passed through the room on her way to the front porch, leaning to whisper into one of the fox's large triangular ears. Jenny still heard it just fine though. "You'll take what she gives you to take, and I'll take no lip about it." Then off she went, the sound of a creaky screen door signaling her place for the remainder of the night. Leaving Jenny alone with her former tormentor.

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Jenny sat there looking at the options, and she could see the fox staring at them too. Something seemed to fall into place about that. First she hovered a hooved can over the peaches and saw nothing, but the baby food she got a little fear from, and the bottle a look of barely suppressed disgust. A hesitant dawning of a cruel grin birthed on the sow's features. She said nothing, just swept the can aside and twisted the jar open. Awkwardly shuffling along the length of the table, she used one hand to prop the fox back up straight. Then she held his nose between a thick knob of hoof and her thumb. The reynard squirmed, whimpered even but eventually his jaw snaps open and he gasps for breath. Which he gets, right along with a thick dollop of strained carrot on his tongue. The initial notion was to spit it out, not swallow it obediently and with a strange calm aura passing through his torso, yet that's what he suffered through. The next breath was a gasp as well, and alike before it found itself punctuated with that abnormally thick and buttery tasting carrot mixture.

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Two good hoof fingers full was about all the jar held though, seeing it set aside moments later. Jenny licked her own fingers clean when her first bit of work was done, turning aside to reach for the bottle she heard another of those gasped breaths and a mild whimper behind her. That hadn't been unexpected, but laying eyes on the fox's bare middle and watching it slowly expand outward was. Nothing too grandiose, certainly nothing like her room mate or herself, but she'd watched him put on something like ten pounds perhaps in a few moments. Causing her to eyeball the bottle some before she glanced at the front door. It might have been cause to rethink things if her ass wasn't still burning from half an hour ago. As it is all it accomplishes is to make her lip curl upward slowly. "You heard her, you take what I give you." Jenny wasted no time at all sticking the bottle between the fox's lips, and as for Red he wished he could think his way out of this. Come up with some clever lie, or run for it, but he couldn't even stop his lips from suckling like a newborn on that excessively sweet and kind of buttery formula. When he'd pulled the full twenty or so ounces through the nipple Jenny removed the plastic bottle and waited - something had happened with the carrots so why not this too right? Not that it was all that momentous, Red went a little crosseyed before letting out a vibrant belch and slumping further into the chair a little. The pose bunched up his chest a bit, making the few pounds that slid on stick out more. Jenny took the time to ruffle the fur atop his head briefly. "Welcome to the house, jerk." Before waddling her way past to finish up her evening.

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Red lost count of the hours he was left there. In truth it was probably only two or three, but with the sun down and no contact he had no way of knowing. All the fox was sure of was this wasn't a dream, his limbs had just vanished - and he'd come down with an alarming case of gas and needed to pee. Those latter two things were becoming urgent after two hours in the chair, but even as his panicked breathing grew a bit more urgent he was aware nobody was coming to help. It was when he finally felt something in his mind break, give in, that he felt a hand on his shoulder. The old woman's leathery skin closed tight as dams broke below as well, warm wet spreading across his groin and a defiled pressure spreading his buttocks. "Bout time. You're gonna be getting used to that kit." He felt that hand ruffling between his ears next. "And you're going to have to convince the sow to change you."

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Those hands carried him still soiled to the couch, laid down under a blanket and left there. Sleep came fitfully when it did, dreams of running and falling down holes. Voices from the other room when he awoke. "But.. but he!" - "I don't want to hear it. He's yours to do with as you please, but you're keeping him clean." He could just about hear the seething, the sound of hoofsteps leaving him looking anywhere else he could. Down at himself, with the blanket having slipped off in the night. The diaper was still there, sticky and tacky inside, and he looked soft. Next thing that dawned on him was an eclipse in his vision, the porcine one looming over him. Grimacing. Plucking him up from the couch and dragging him by the shoulders. "Ugh come on, she says I need to feed you again- then clean you. Jerk."

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The meal went similarly to the last, she emptied the entire jar of baby food into him which left an uncomfortable bloated feeling through his entire abdomen - and then the bottle. The moment the nipple touched his lips he latched on and tugged as hard as he could, coming up for breath and a ripe belch when it was empty. Needing to gasp for breath immediately after, the pig just stared. Jenny wanted to glare right through him bit it was harder than she expected, he looked altogether too afraid. Mortified about the diaper and the bottle, which he hadn't stopped staring at. The fox's face somehow turned redder when a wrenched burst of flatulence followed the belch. Jenny's face softened, a little. Only a little, until she remembered she had to clean it up. The pig turned sideways to reach the fox's body, pulling him up against her side, waddling precariously to the bathroom where she let him slide into the bathtub. "Look, I don't.. I'm not sure how to do this the normal way, so I'm just- we're gonna shower that clean." The fox really wasn't in a position to argue, was he?

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Things in the cabin were a routine of one sort or another. Days came and went with the same insane magical mundanities. Though small things would perhaps differ, fine details. Lack thereof. Jenny didn't miss what came of it when she fed the fox. Four days in she could sink her hoof into a thickening pad of baby fat around Red's middle, and curl it around what was most assuredly a B cup breast and it's partner on the boy's chest. She could even swear that when she bathed him each night his manhood was smaller. He had to have noticed it too, the quiet fear was still writ all over him. Not that there were any choices left, the limbless fox didn't even really struggle much by this point. Just quietly let himself be carried around, set down for meals, changed. He even said thank you once. Jenny was setting him down for breakfast, pouring in a jar of pureed carrots again which he had no will to resist. Got to watch as his fur stretched just a little bit more under the growing coat of poundage. Then came the bottle, shaken and held to his lips where that furious suction started. Kind of desperate, with a gentle whimper as accompaniment. That one she saw went elsewhere, as the boy's chest looked a bit more swollen when the bottle sucked dry, it even leaked a little white droplet or two during the fox's customary helpless belch. The sow looked over that with something that might have been empathy, and curiosity- she ran her thumb over it and licked. Creamy.

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It was the second week of it when the second dam broke. By then Red's lithe physique was buried under obesity and Jenny was starting to consider leaving the baby food out so he was easier to move around and change. The bottle though? She enjoyed the poetry of watching his burgeoning tits (now straining past the DD range) pain him with their sheer weight and the pressure inside. Relished listening to each gurgling eruption from the reynard's rump. It was hard to read their captive really, he didn't say much, not til today. She'd finished the bottle and was watching the ponderous breasts hanging off her fat fox dribble when his belch was followed not by silence, but a quiet and pitiable question. "Could.. I have another?" The fox's eyes were closed when he said it, he couldn't see Jenny stare- glare indignantly. Her chore, asking for.. oh she'd give him more. The pig marched into the pantry to find the jars of powdered milk formula, trying to reach past her own belly to get at the things. The clumsy trotters ended up knocking it and a few spices around it over, getting a small curse from the pig before she wiped it all into the jar (contaminants and all) to make for the kitchen. Dumping in an unmeasured glob into piping hot water and shaking the bottle to mix it. The color looked a bit off, but she shrugged that off. Marching back to the fox and promptly sticking the nipple between his lips.

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Red hadn't been able to say no to anything the pig offered him, he wasn't allowed. He felt the collar every time that happened, prying his throat open and locking his lips shut. Whatever was in that thing tasted more like spicy cream than milk, but nothing was stopping him. Lips locked, the fox suckled until he hit air. Jenny withdrew the bottle to wait for the belch that always followed, but it failed to come. Red just cringed, squirmed as best he could on the rounded bottom he had instead of legs, slid from the chair under the table and whimpered either from the impact or the drink or both. The yelp that came out after that was more of a yip really, coming before a gasping breath. Jenny couldn't see though, the table and her own colossal swollen belly were in the way. "Uhm.. are you- look are you okay- oh hell.." The fear was hers this time, she made the call to actually get down on her knees to look knowing full well it'd mean he needed help getting up. The visual down there actually got her to yell out "Mistress!" after, in spite of what else it might mean.

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Red's body stretched, face twisting a little- sharper jaw angles and teeth, his tail pointing straight out instead of angled from the sign. The footsteps of her mistress and Sammy weren't far behind, it being the former that speaks up. "Oh lord.. the hell have you done now pig? Out of my way.." Jenny's shoved aside roughly, the table pushed no more gently. A few words fall from the crone's lips which make the whimpering stop for a moment, the fox's smaller and angled head turning to the side as he watched, felt his limbs returning. Though it wasn't right. A curious worried noise slipped out of his throat when his arms ended not in hands but in clawed paws, attached to thick blubbery quadruped legs (and large breasts). The panicked yip that followed had to do with those, since something clearly was still wrong. Red's nipples felt cold, as did everything between his legs. The latter was because of the wet sucking sound that exposed the vixen's new vagina to the air, the former was the ballooning tits growing from the feral fox's chest that had now lifted her obese body off the ground. They didn't stop any time soon, like two furry water balloons filling up and leaking out onto the floor. When they finished it was long since they'd grown each as large as the rest of the bloated fox herself. She whimpered, looking up at the crone and the two splintered girls. Terrified, helpless again. Jenny took Sammy's hand to get to her feet, their mistress shooed the both out of the room before she petted the fox and sighed. "..Well, at least we can milk you now. That's almost useful of you."

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Red woke in slightly different place this time, in the large round bathtub. A puddle and trickle of milk running from his front to the drain. The fact that all this was real was still leaving him just about broken. His paws pushed useless to find the ground, ending up doing nothing but knead his own breasts. When Jenny walked in it was just about feeding time, but she wasn't carrying anything but a bucket. "Look.. she says I have to milk you now, that she'll take care of the feeding. So uhm.. just stay still I guess girl." Girl. Her tail twitched, air on her exposed sex felt just wrong. But then the pinch at her obscene balance ball sized breast pulled her away from that. She heard a stream hit the bucket but she couldn't see around to actually watch. Just yipped once, trying to knead a bit more deliberately now. More little pulls, each one spattering all along the bottom of a tin bucket. Til one of them didn't make the sound, leaving her looking up with a curious trill. She saw the pig's lips wrapped around it instead, her suckling from Red for a change. The fox blinked, tail wagging gently in spite of herself. Another few sucks, Red's eyes drifted closed in the pleasure and relief. Jenny on the other hand felt her belly filling steadily, and then the gurgling in her guts. All that dire pressure- just like with the mexican take out. She wasn't really sure whether she just got hungry, or angry, or both. But at one point she had her lips wrapped around the nipple, then she was stretching. Pulling her ravenous porcine gullet wide, sliding it over fur and flesh and leaking tits. When Red next opened her eyes it was in darkness. Landing in something wet and whimpering in fear, feeling everything tilt around herself moments later. Shaking, wobbling, a sharp bump, muffled voices..

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Jenny was well and truly freaked out. She hadn't even known she could do that! He, she- was just.. gone! The pig tried to get up quickly but that just left her slamming her gut into the wall when she lost her balance, the yelp that came from her came from inside too. Stumbling out into the hall she ran straight into her mistress again. Right into the tip of her pipe pointing into Jenny's navel. "Pig, you're just digging yourself into deeper shit. Which I know is a thing pigs do." The prodding gets harder, with the tell-tale scent of ozone in the air that came from her owner working magic. "Until I can get him out? She's staying there, unharmed, and you're going to just have to deal with all that flesh and milk in you, heavy cream really. Good luck keeping that girlish figure- she can eat some of what you eat- and she'll just have to relieve herself where she is. I can't -wait- to see how you top this one, silly ass sow." Jenny felt the pipe tip pull loose, watching her mistress walk off. Then the queer sensation of something moving inside her belly followed by the ominous gurgling of having had far too much dairy.