“Enjoying yourself?”

Xevren didn’t reply, though he knew his glancing away would tell the Kitsune more than it concealed. He still wasn’t comfortable saying it, but he had long since admitted to himself that he greatly enjoyed having a distended belly, preferably his lower one. It had been quite some time since he’d been stretched out this far, especially post digestion, but the silver tongued Kaniku had a way with words, much to the Raccoon tuar’s chagrin. It was a knack he wished Kaniku would restrict to others, though he could not really find the will to reprimand the coaxing this time around.

It had all started after the ambush. He’d gotten the Ferret down eventually, by which time the others had knocked out the others. While such a raiding party could likely have disabled the average traveling band, they had clearly been overconfident to assail them. Xevren had been about ready to tie up and gag the ruffians, as the effective bounty had wanted the bandits alive, when Kaniku had made a suggestion. Oh, it was logical, reasonable, and really quite practical, but the Mender knew the silky guile behind those tones. Simply put, Kaniku recommended that to save on complications, that the raiding party be eaten by those with good capacity, to be reformed later with the reformation devices in town. And, of course, due in part to his size, Xevren was the one with that greater capacity to be the least encumbered by the weight.

Xevren had given Kaniku a look then, and seen the gleam in his eyes. A few more honeyed words and he’d convinced the others that it was the most logical solution. Even Xevren found himself swayed, and he knew the Kitsune was thinking with as much mischief as practicality. It wasn’t much longer before the others were helping to feed the tuar, and Xevren was working hard to control his breathing in order to keep a blush from turning the thing white stripe at the base of his muzzle from turning pink. While behind the others, claiming his weak arms would only get in the way of the feeding, Kaniku was grinning broadly.

In short order, the small ambush party was contained within Xevren’s stomach, the underside of which was nearly touching the ground. The straps of his plate were just about to their last notch, but it all still fit. With the bandits “detained”, the party proceeded searching for their lair, believing the bandit camp couldn’t be too far from where they would set their ambushes. Two of the bandits woke up before his stomach could keep them “asleep”, and Xevren had to keep his mouth clamped shut to keep from making too much noise. While stealth wasn’t exactly his forte, it would be made worse if he piped up in surprise. Kanikue, traveling next to him, noticed, and rubbed his belly discreetly to communicate that. Unlike some of his companions, Xevren did not like the squirming struggling of unwilling prey. Fortunately for his conscious, those who had woken up settled back down before too long, leaving his insides still again. It was an unfortunate reminder that he had just killed people, and even though he knew it was temporary, it still weighed on him.

The group found the camp around mid-day. They were making their way back to the guild by early afternoon. Some more heavily laden then others.

By the time they made camp for the night, the bandits eaten by the party had become largely digested, bellies round and smooth all around. Xevren, for his part, was glad to finally strip out of his armor proper, his swollen girth having been pressing against the armor a fair bit uncomfortably even with the straps loosened as far as they could go. It had lightly dragged against the ground all day, which hadn’t helped matters much. But it hadn’t diminished his mood, something Kaniku hadn’t failed to notice. Of course, being the cause of his current state, or so Xevren told himself, Kaniku was very much aware of the healer’s state of mind. Again, Kaniku talked everyone into devouring the bandits for easier “transport”, something more easily agreed to with how many there were. But every time Xevren would have insisted that he’d had enough, the Kitsune would talk him into “just one more”. It wasn’t until the others made comment that he was hogging all the prey that he’d realized just how quickly he’d been consuming them, and that he’d about reached his capacity. Fortunately, Kaniku relented then, letting the others finish the rest, having already eaten his fill earlier on.

Now, as Xevren rested against a tree, lying on his side to give his stomach the space it demanded, he couldn’t look his companion in the eye or risk blushing enough for all to see. Kaniku gave the healer a light bump to his spherical belly, Xevren feeling the resistance his bloated form gave to the gentle push. Oh, he was enjoying himself, of that he could not deny, but neither did he have to admit. So the healer just enjoyed his girth in silence, knowing it would be far smaller in the morning, and let the cheeky little Kitsune have his glory in “victory”.



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Xevren by me
Kaniku by  xanaomin
Art by  Immelmann
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