Borrowed Time, Chapter 3 - Part 5

The Finale of Chapter 3! We go out with a boom in this installment of Borrowed Time!

Written by Firefox, Illustrated by myself

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The vixen abruptly stole Loretta's focus as she began to stroke the raven's slit again, slow and delicate as she grazed the fat pearl of Loretta's clit. Her moans were muffled by the pastries, her shivers and squirms sending her entire, bloated body into a fit of quivering and increasingly audible sloshing until she felt herself cumming again, and never quite stopping as the vixen deftly milked and flicked her tender bud. In the throes of her climax, she almost didn't notice the invasion of the vixen's other hand, spreading the rolls and folds, holding back the sea of raven flesh to nuzzle to the source of Loretta's pleasure. She whined desperately as the vixen's breath rolled over her sopping wet folds, and squealed with delight as the vixen relentlessly slathered Loretta's clit with her tongue, jolting her again and again with electrifying orgasms.

Her blissful daze and her breathless cries were only interrupted when she bit down on something hard, her eyes blinking into focus to see an upended two liter soda bottle jutting out of her beak, fizzing cola lethargically bubbling into Loretta's half-opened mouth. Kagira held it by the sides as Carme arched a brow, gesturing to the bottle and making a quizzical face.

"Well, you can't keep feeding her dry pastries," Kagira explained, flashing a toothy grin, "or else she'll start choking again. Gotta give her something to wash it all down."

The rat shurgged dismissively and raised a single claw into the air, then jabbed it into the bottom of the bottle.

Immediately, soda began to rush down Loretta's throat, forcing her to chug, and her body responded in kind, pulsing larger with every gulp. A harsh scraping sound startled her, but not as much as the realization that the cause was her own body pushing a chair or table out of the way, followed by another, and another. The dull screech continued to amplify as her blubbery bulk rapidly forced the food court's furniture further and further back.

A new sensation began to work its way across Loretta's body as the scraping began to subside; warm and tingly, almost itchy, but difficult to place. Her ballooning cheeks forced her into a perpetual squint, her beak sunk into her jowls and chins like the bow of a sinking ship while her bloated feet and hands felt as though they too were being swallowed up by her own shuddering flesh. Kagira shoveled fistfuls of cake into her mouth and Carme poured milk over the sugary mess, but neither of them showed any signs of slowing or stopping even as she watched her feathers spread apart, revealing the countless stretch marks spreading across the heaping mound of her belly. More and more of them appeared before her eyes, stretching longer and wider with every swallow, and it dawned on her that the itchy, tingly feeling was the tightness of her own skin. She wobbled less and less as her flesh uncreased roll by roll, the clapping of soft flab replaced by faint creaking.

Concerns slowly bloomed in her mind as she felt herself stretching, straining, her body growing steadily tighter and rounder. She had long since passed the point where she could physically stop them from stuffing her, and with all the weight on her chest, and the way her stomach forced her diaphragm to crowd her lungs, and the perpetually full-to-overflowing state of her mouth, she couldn't manage a verbal protest either. Her grunts and whines were muffled and reduced to bubbles popping in the sugary, soggy slop pouring over the sides of her beak between swallows. It occurred to her that she was still swallowing, that she could stop swallowing at any time, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She didn't wantto stop. It felt so good, too good to be real, and it kept feeling even better, the bigger and fuller she became.

Loretta shuddered and swooned with another gushing climax as the vixen suckled at her clit, but under the gluttonous, orgasmic haze in her mind, some small, rational part of her brain continued to warn her, beg her, and berate her. She finally felt an anxious chill at the possibility that this wasn't a dream, that something had gone horribly wrong and strange. She could feel herself lightly rocking from side to side, the immense pressure of her lard-packed body maintaining so much tension in her straining skin that she was certain she had become nearly spherical. She ached and itched, her body trembled and creaked, and her certainty in the reality of the situation grew with every twinge of pain. She realized that she was rapidly approaching her limits. She understood that her realization should be a source of terror, but riding the high of countless orgasms and caloric overload, the fear was just another arousing thrill as her mind raced imagining how much bigger she could possibly get.

As if on cue, the rat and the tiger stopped feeding her. It didn't register until she had finished swallowing everything, but sure enough, they had stopped dumping food and drink against her fat, messy face. She could only manage little gasps as her body threatened to split apart at any moment, her squinted vision blurred and starry, her hearing muffled by the sound of her own laboring heartbeat and the listing of her flesh. The vixen had stopped eating her pussy, as well. She felt the vixen's touch along her overstuffed body, tracing stretch marks until they were face to face again. A throbbing sensation washed over her, and with it came a dull rumble as Loretta realized that she was still getting fatter, pulsing in fits and starts as the lard struggled to find room inside her. It crossed her mind that she would stop just before it was too late, that this strange vixen had the power to keep her in one piece. The vixen just smiled and stroked the side of her round, beet red face.

"Though I'm sure you'd happily fill yourself forever if you could," the vixen said with a little chuckle, "I think it's safe to say you've had a little too much. Not for me, of course." She leaned in, grinning, to kiss Loretta on the forehead. "You could never be too bigfor me. You, on the other hand... how does the saying go?"

The vixen giggled softly, almost inaudible as the rumbling got louder and louder.

She raised a brow and tilted her head to one side, meeting Loretta's squinted gaze with a sideways glance and murmuring, "You've got eyes bigger than your stomach."

Loretta's body struggled with the increasingly unbearable pressure, finding momentary relief as farts and belches were forced out of her in rapid succession, quickly becoming continuous bassy blasts, but even that failed to ease the tension. Her nerves were so overstimulated and stretched so thinly throughout her overly fat, feathery time-bomb of a body that the pain and pressure became a different sensation entirely, like her whole body was on the verge of cumming. Unable to even breathe, her fat-crowded head swam with the lack of oxygen, as a sound like stretching rubber filled the air.

The ominous drumroll of a rumble finally reached its explosive crescendo. Loretta came one last time as she watched the hillside of her middle come apart at the seams, thunderously erupting up and out in a cascade of gooey fat and half digested food that washed over her surroundings like a flash flood.

And then everything came to an abrupt stop, as though someone had paused a movie.

Loretta stared out into the carnage in astonishment and disbelief, but the proof was right there. She had absolutely exploded, because she could see ribbons of her feathery flesh and globs of her blubber hanging in the air, a few ribs and the shredded remains of some organs floating in the mess, all static and frozen in time. Confusion followed. She tried to turn her head to examine herself, but her view was locked forward, unblinking, unmoving. She felt weightless, but the dizziness, the breathlessness, the mind numbing orgasmic bliss, and every overwhelming physical sensation had vanished, leaving her with razor sharp clarity. If she had exploded, if this wasn't a dream, surely that meant she was dead. Panic began to set in. She wondered if she would be stuck in this visceral moment for eternity, as punishment for literally eating herself to death.

But then, she saw the vixen again.

The vixen, slowly rising from the tidal wave of disembodied lard and half digested food and other unidentifiable chunks of raven. The vixen carefully stepped through the gore, gently brushing a path to the epicenter of the disaster, staring calmly down into Loretta's eyes. The vixen cupped her hands and reached out, but it was not Loretta's face that she cradled. She realized then that she couldn't see her beak, or her bloated cheeks, or even the locks of her hair. The vixen brought her hands in, and Loretta came with them.

Only then did she find herself able to really look around, to turn and see her own body beneath her, mid eruption, her massively fattened torso blown wide open in an obscene climax to unbridled gluttony. Her eyes, squinted nearly shut, looked so peaceful and happy, in spite of meeting such a gruesome fate. She turned again, and the vixen met her gaze, shaking her head and smiling.

"This isn't the end," she said as her hands spread and lifted, as though cradling the sides of a face Loretta no longer had. "You deserve better."

The vixen closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and leaned in for one last kiss. Loretta could feel again, electrified by the raw power coursing through her, as the viscera began to swirl around them. A beak sprouted in front of her as her bones crystalized out of thin air, her nervous system branching out, vinelike as it wound through the structure with her blood vessels, while her heart and lungs and brain blossomed into existence from nothing. She watched her organs and muscles weave snugly together, padded out an instant later by thick layers of fat, and finally wrapped in skin that erupted with a lush blanket of feathers, the wavy locks of her hair settling around her face as though fluttering down from a strong breeze. From ruin to revival in an instant.

Her heart throbbed, her lungs swelled as the vixen exhaled into her, and her dilated eyes snapped shut as her mind was flooded with the tingling sensation of a limb that had just regained feeling. She lifted her arms, her hands trembling as she hugged the vixen as tightly as she could, breaking out of the kiss to sniffle and gasp as she laughed and sobbed in unison. The vixen stroked the back of her head and neck, fingers combing through her silky ringlets, holding her close until Loretta could manage a deep breath without shuddering. She stayed in the embrace for as long as the vixen would allow, and the vixen did little more than coo softly and nuzzle into the side of her face.

"W-what happens now," Loretta whispered, slowly beginning to lift her head and look around. Her exploded remains were nowhere to be seen. "Am I dead?"

"You were," the vixen answered. "But now I think you're more alive than you've ever been. How do you feel?"

"I... I don't know... scared? Happy? Who areyou? How is this possible? Why are you so familiar? I just—" Loretta felt herself growing dizzy. "I just need to sit down."

The vixen nodded, gently holding her by the hand, leading her to a seat. She slouched back in the chair, taking deep breaths as she stared up at the ceiling. As her head began to clear, she noticed that she was seated at the rear window, in the exact spot she had been when the vixen first arrived. She saw the pile of burritos sitting undisturbed in front of her, fresh and fragrant. She felt the fabric of her clothing against her feathers, the tightness of her tee-shirt around her upper body, and her sweatpants' elastic waistband her between her rolls. The sound of conversation and movement rolled in like a breeze, and she looked to the other end of the food court to see the mundane activity carrying on as though it had never been interrupted.

"Where should I begin," the vixen said aloud. "There's so much to explain and only the smallest fraction of it will make any real sense at this point in time. I suppose I should start with introductions." She smiled, and gestured toward herself. "You may call me Kasara, and... Loretta, forgive me for not asking your name, but from my perspective, this isn't actually the first time we've met."

Loretta blinked. "But I... I don't... it's not?"

"Goodness no. My familiarity is no coincidence. You've seen glimpses of me through the eyes of your past selves, through your dreams." Kasara chuckled softly, resting her cheek in her palm. "And as much as I'm ashamed to admit this, considering how important you are to me, I'm afraid I've lost count of exactlyhow many times we've met. Always in dire circumstances, of course, so every meeting was a first and last."

She smiled, her brush of a tail swishing behind her, and said, "At least, until now."