Even with a brand new bed (the last one didn't quite survive last year's post-holiday weight gain), there's a distinct lack of one crucial component to see Sandra contentedly off to dreamland; as her thoughts turn to the fact that there's a well-stuffed fox sleeping on the couch downstairs with a full belly just asking for an admirer's affection, it's a siren's call the coyote can't ignore. As she makes her way downstairs and peers into the living room, she's greeted with a true feast for her desires...

I've always wanted to write a comic scenario that focuses a bit more on the Foxwoods' romantic side, and how their adoration of one another's larger figures plays into that relationship in a deeper way; so as a bit of forewarning, there will be nudity and sexual content in the later pages (throwing in that bit of a disclaimer, since this is the first comic I've commissioned from  Squeakie that deals with explicit adult content).

Artwork is by the wonderful  squeakie