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[Content Warning: This story contains mild health issues and slob]

The short blare of a klaxon alarm arose the massive creature from its slumber. Fleshy mounds that could still be described as breasts, despite the ridiculously engorged swell of their curves heaved as the beastly pile drew in heavier breaths in its waking, each gasp a struggle against its own size. The thing's feeding tube lowered from the ceiling, and beastly lips parted, drool trickling down terraced chins as hunger was stirred.

Back when it could still be easily identified as the vixen Krystal, as a hero of the Lylat system and an ace pilot for the Star Fox team, the mound of lard had fought against her feedings. Then as she grew both accustomed to them and in sheer weight she had tolerated, then welcomed them. She had been trained and conditioned to crave the caloric sludge that was pumped directly down her throat, as well as the satisfying sensation of a warm, full stomach that each "meal" brought to her.

There was no possible way for Krystal to tell the days apart anymore. Just how much time had passed since she and the entire medical station she'd been taken to when her initial gaining occurred were abducted by Venomian forces? Enough time to change her into something unrecognizable, more so in body, but as time went on, in mind as well...

A deep moaning rumbled from the woman as pleasure filled her gargantuan pile of a stomach. The noises sounded more like the lowing of something bovid than anything resembling a vulpine, but Krystal didn't care. One of the things she enjoyed most about her constant feedings was that they let her focus on something other than the thoughts that filled her waking life, terrible thoughts about what she had become, what she was becoming with every hungry gulp...

Krystal winced as her heart raced with anxiety, making it pound painfully fast somewhere deep beneath all the flab and blubber. There she went again, thinking such terrible things. Not only were such thoughts depressing: In her condition, they were simply dangerous. Krystal shuddered, sending ripples through the naked corpulence of her body as she instead focused on the warm bliss filling her vast stomach, holding onto it like a piece of driftwood in a turbulent sea.

The lights and soft beeps of the monitoring devices connected to her bulk settled back into their normal colors and rhythms as she calmed herself. Scientists and technicians working at nearby stations had stopped to stare frightfully at the vixen. They glanced at the readouts that laid every detail of her body bare in vivid holograms and screens, then once satisfied, returned to their work. She wouldn't require their attention, and her captors shared a collected sense of relief. None of them would need to get any closer than necessary to the reeking, filthy mound of foxgirl... at least for the time being.

More succulent moans trickled past the mountainously obese woman's lips as she gorged herself, spilling past them along with a trickle of sludge; The results of the feeding hose backing up whenever the vixen needed to take a particularly heavy breath. The thick mixture dripped sluggishly over the slopes of Krystal's many chins: A heavy gruel calculated precisely to make those who consumed it pile on as much weight as possible in the shortest amount of time. This slydge was the end result if long research by the Venomian scientists, much of it conducted upon Krystal herself.

As she ate and focused her mind upon her gorging and the happiness it brought , Krystal found her thoughts drifting in other directions. Thankfully these thoughts remained pleasurable as she continued to push out the negativity of her situation, though not all of them were about eating and filling her gut. Some if them, inevitably, would be about Fox...

So here is the colored version of my pic for day 15 of Octummber2k20's prompt, "Swelling!"

This started as just an unrelated sketch because I wanted to draw a very fat Krystal, but technically it still fits the prompt, right?

I also kind of consider this to be a sequel of sorts to that one health issues pic/story combo of Krystal I did, since I had planned another pic similar to this that would have followed it up. Anyways, hope you all like it!

Description
[Content Warning: This story contains mild health issues and slob]

The short blare of a klaxon alarm arose the massive creature from its slumber. Fleshy mounds that could still be described as breasts, despite the ridiculously engorged swell of their curves heaved as the beastly pile drew in heavier breaths in its waking, each gasp a struggle against its own size. The thing's feeding tube lowered from the ceiling, and beastly lips parted, drool trickling down terraced chins as hunger was stirred.

Back when it could still be easily identified as the vixen Krystal, as a hero of the Lylat system and an ace pilot for the Star Fox team, the mound of lard had fought against her feedings. Then as she grew both accustomed to them and in sheer weight she had tolerated, then welcomed them. She had been trained and conditioned to crave the caloric sludge that was pumped directly down her throat, as well as the satisfying sensation of a warm, full stomach that each "meal" brought to her.

There was no possible way for Krystal to tell the days apart anymore. Just how much time had passed since she and the entire medical station she'd been taken to when her initial gaining occurred were abducted by Venomian forces? Enough time to change her into something unrecognizable, more so in body, but as time went on, in mind as well...

A deep moaning rumbled from the woman as pleasure filled her gargantuan pile of a stomach. The noises sounded more like the lowing of something bovid than anything resembling a vulpine, but Krystal didn't care. One of the things she enjoyed most about her constant feedings was that they let her focus on something other than the thoughts that filled her waking life, terrible thoughts about what she had become, what she was becoming with every hungry gulp...

Krystal winced as her heart raced with anxiety, making it pound painfully fast somewhere deep beneath all the flab and blubber. There she went again, thinking such terrible things. Not only were such thoughts depressing: In her condition, they were simply dangerous. Krystal shuddered, sending ripples through the naked corpulence of her body as she instead focused on the warm bliss filling her vast stomach, holding onto it like a piece of driftwood in a turbulent sea.

The lights and soft beeps of the monitoring devices connected to her bulk settled back into their normal colors and rhythms as she calmed herself. Scientists and technicians working at nearby stations had stopped to stare frightfully at the vixen. They glanced at the readouts that laid every detail of her body bare in vivid holograms and screens, then once satisfied, returned to their work. She wouldn't require their attention, and her captors shared a collected sense of relief. None of them would need to get any closer than necessary to the reeking, filthy mound of foxgirl... at least for the time being.

More succulent moans trickled past the mountainously obese woman's lips as she gorged herself, spilling past them along with a trickle of sludge; The results of the feeding hose backing up whenever the vixen needed to take a particularly heavy breath. The thick mixture dripped sluggishly over the slopes of Krystal's many chins: A heavy gruel calculated precisely to make those who consumed it pile on as much weight as possible in the shortest amount of time. This slydge was the end result if long research by the Venomian scientists, much of it conducted upon Krystal herself.

As she ate and focused her mind upon her gorging and the happiness it brought , Krystal found her thoughts drifting in other directions. Thankfully these thoughts remained pleasurable as she continued to push out the negativity of her situation, though not all of them were about eating and filling her gut. Some if them, inevitably, would be about Fox...

So here is the colored version of my pic for day 15 of Octummber2k20's prompt, "Swelling!"

This started as just an unrelated sketch because I wanted to draw a very fat Krystal, but technically it still fits the prompt, right?

I also kind of consider this to be a sequel of sorts to that one health issues pic/story combo of Krystal I did, since I had planned another pic similar to this that would have followed it up. Anyways, hope you all like it!