Overdue art trade with  Ignoble! sorry for the wait dude >w>;

Fiona Fox getting punished for her treasonous ways >w>

Enjoy! (I don't really do Sonic stuff though so this is kind of a one off. >w>; )

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Blue eyes painfully flickered open as bright light entered them, ears filled with the irritating whine of poor quality lighting from all around. Fiona Fox, ex-Freedom Fighter and now grade-A scumbag groaned as her consciousness returned to her, having been knocked out whilst minding her own dirty business. As she came to, she realized that when she tried to move, that nothing happened. It then dawned on her that she was chained to the wall of a darkened room illuminated only by a strip light on the ceiling above her, and a single metal door facing her. Struggle as she might, she was unable to go anywhere and merely tired herself out quickly. Her black leather outfit crinkled a bit as she twisted and turned, but she gave up after a few minutes, blowing a strand of hair out of her eye in frustration.

The metal door clicked and began to open, alerting the vixen to impending company, and caused her to focus her eyes forward to see who was entering her cell. Her eyes narrowed in contempt when she saw it was none other than Princess Sally Acorn, flanked by Miles Prower, also known as Tails. Both Mobians looked at once livid and amused at the captive turncoat, smug smiles plastered over their faces.

“Oh look, its Princess Chipmunk and the Runt.” Fiona growled with a defiant smirk.

“Oh do be quiet you traitor.” Sally spat, pulling up a chair and sitting near their captive.

Tails said nothing and merely watched the pair interact.

“You’ve done many terrible things Fiona, you betrayed the Freedom Fighters, almost got us killed, and paling around with that *freak* Scourge. We needed a way to get back at you that wasn’t just blatant execution…” Sally trailed off.

“Heh, too chicken to do it eh? Thought as much.” Fiona grinned, trying to provoke her.

”I said quiet!” Sally barked, before regaining her composure. “Instead of executing you, we figured…we’d reward you.”

“…What?” the vixen asked blankly, arching an eyebrow.

“Rewarded. As a traitor deserves.” The princess grinned.

Fiona couldn’t help but chuckle at this and wonder what madness had gotten into her royal pain in the butt. What surprised her however was when Sally called in for other freedom fighters to cart in large quantities of food, piling it up behind Sally and Tails, whose scowls were rapidly being replaced with almost manic, evil grins. Fiona felt bad that her stomach had just growled at all that food as well, fearing this was not going to be a pleasant experience.

“I won’t be the one… who is ‘rewarding you’ of course that would be Tails here.” Sally nodded to the younger, two tailed fox boy, who seemed to be giddy at the idea.

“Oh joy, I’m gonna be messed with by this runt? Didn’t I already rebuff you before you lil weasel?” Fiona groaned, rolling her eyes.

“You won’t be rebuffing anyone when I’m done with you Fiona!” Tails grinned, “or doing much of anything, really.”

Fiona went to make a smart remark but all she could do was make a “Mmf!” as Tails crammed a donut into her mouth and forced her to chew and swallow it. She glowered at him as the fox smirked and kept shoving food into her mouth, smirking all the while. As the vicious vixen was force-fed, the sensation of fullness began to grow in her stomach, and it wasn’t long before her flat, trim cream colored abdomen began to develop a bulge, which very slowly began to press against her belt uncomfortably. The paunch crept over the top of her black pants like dough rising in an oven, a soft but constant gurgle escaping its doming features as Fiona felt a wave of nausea hit her from the increasing level of overfullness.

“Full?” Tails chuckled evilly, patting his captive’s belly and causing it to emit a sickly squelch.

Sally ruffled Tails’ hair and left him to his ‘work’ with Fiona for now, she didn’t want to spoil his fun.

“Tails…kid, urgh, c’mon, lemme go and we could get back together…!” Fiona pleased, fighting back the urge to barf from her bloated gut’s churning.

Her pleas however, fell on deaf ears as Tails merely shook his head and continued his game of fill the foxy, until with a loud snap, Fiona’s belt burst off as her bloating belly outgrew its constraints. The sensation of sloshing and pressure relief did alleviate her sickness somewhat at least, and Tails momentarily stopped to rub a gloved paw gingerly over her spherical gut, the rubbing soothing its aches slightly. This was short lived though as he just as quickly went back to cramming the pitiful vulpine’s muzzle with pizzas, cakes, burgers, et cetera.

This feeding continued for hours, Fiona thought it would never end, as much as she hoped and begged and pleaded that it would, as her stomach was stuffed up more and more and continued to balloon out ridiculously, eventually reaching the point where it sagged right over her legs and touched the coldness of the floor, a distended, overloaded, ready to burst mass of gut which made near deafening gurgles, groans, squelches, glorps and sloshes, barely containing itself within taunt stretched skin. Tails finally did stop and put a paw on her stomach again, admiring his handiwork with an almost innocent smile.

“All done!” he laughed, stepping back.

“I’m gonna…urgh…-urrrrrrp-…kill you…all…!” Fiona moaned, a look of pained rage plastered on her face, cheeks green as Vector’s scales.

“Sure you are Fiona, sure you are.” He rolled, walking away. “See ya tomorrow, and try not to explode, I don’t wanna have to explain to Sally why her prison chamber is all icky.”

The lights switched off and the metal door closed with a loud thunk, as Fiona was left to stew in her rage and nausea for the night, belly straining itself to process its gargantuan bulk.

A sharp cry broke the silence of the next morning, coming from the cell Fiona had been held in. Sally and Tails both walked back in there with the most dirt eating of grins as they saw the sight before them: Fiona had grown. A *lot*. The once lithe and thin fox girl was now all over the chamber, no longer confined by chains as her flabby arms had burst through them. Her body was a blob of red and cream furry flesh after digesting, her clothes completely destroyed after she outgrew them. Her belly spilled out all the way before her like a tsunami of flab, squishing against the floor and propped up by her tree trunk thick legs, foot paws wiggles uselessly. Her backside loomed over her comically; each buttcheek the size of a SWAT bot and about twice as wide, and her breasts were as big as the Master Emerald. Her neck had totally disappeared amidst a sea of chins with football sized cheeks dominated her face, the most adorable look of anger possible on her tiny, smushed up mouth and eyes.

“So, how did you find your reward?” Sally laughed, poking a finger into the flabalanche before her and remarking how much it sank in.

”Shcrew you Shally, and shcrew you Tailsh!” Fiona slurred, her speech impeded by her blubberiness.

“What was that? I don’t think I have a translator for Fatty.” Tails stabbed, patting her belly and watching it ripple and slosh.

“When Shcourge getsh here he’sh gonna kill you!” the fox groaned, knowing she had no way out of this predicament for the time being.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, traitor.” Sally sighed. “You just ‘relax’ and take time to think about what you’ve done.”

Sally left the fox blob in the care of Tails as she went back out to go plan more missions and strategies for the freedom fighters. Fiona’s gargantuan form wobbled as a deep, hungry rumble shook the room. How could she be *hungry* after all that!? She had no idea, but she was starving…and Tails was giving her a rather lecherous look and pointed to all the food still left over. Fiona gulped but partially knew that at least her growling gut would be sated after this…and that she was going to *murder* these jerks once she was free.