Stepping through the door to her home and having to duck and
squeeze through the door frame just to get in, Vixen huffed and kicked the door
closed behind her. Wriggling her clawed feet, Vixen sighed when her shoes
slipped off and she treaded barefoot in her home, still crouched but at least
the heels didn’t dig into her ankles anymore. Managing to get to her living
room Vixen collapsed heavily onto her couch and sighed with relief. The couch yielded
greatly from the act and it wasn’t surprising why, she was huge! Easy ten feet
tall and almost half that wide, her 600-pound bulk nearly sent her to the floor
save for the cushion and wooden frame of the couch… Which she was pretty sure
she broke once she sat down. “Phew… What a day…” Undoing the pony tail she let
her long black hair loose and sighed, her locks cascading down behind the couch
where her pink highlights nearly touched the floor.
Just then the phone rang.
“Never a moment of peace for…” Reaching over, Mari pulled
the phone from its receiver. “Hello? Oh, hi Diana.” Chirped Vixen, hearing the
voice of Wonder Woman on the other end. “Oh yes, I’m transitioning pretty well,
wish my house grew with me but oh well…” Getting up from her seat with some
effort, Vixen groaned and rubbed the dome of her stomach, her wide hips
sashaying with each step as she made her way to the kitchen. “Heck Diana, you
would not believe what I had to do to escape, each place I went to just made me
more and more worse.” She wasn’t kidding. The first locale she arrived in when
she and the other heroes went to TF city was a gated community called MILFburg,
in a matter of days she had turned into a curvaceous mother-to-be, expecting
triplets! She like many of the other occupants were content, until she
developed a sense of wander lust. Curious, she took to travelling despite her
state to another district, and ended up in Macro Mesa, staying for just a few
hours in the village of giants, Vixen found herself growing up and out until
she was the height she was now. But in addition to that, her mind began to
clear. Curious, she visited another area, Bimburg. Her already impressive
beauty had enhanced further, her lips becoming ruby red and her hair growing
long enough to reach her heart shaped rear and end in pink high-lights. Like
everyone else she should have become a sex starved dimwit… Instead, she was
hornier than a rabbit in spring, but her wits remained.
It was then she discovered the pattern. Each district was a
trap, a prison to keep the heroes and other beings it attracted to stay and
indulge in a specific fetish, but what happened to the ones that took up more
than one niche? Emboldened, she tried her luck, using the monorail to travel to
each district of TF city. Voreville, Furry Heights, Plump City and Iron Town,
Vixen had become almost unrecognisable; Ten feet tall, 600 pounds of solid bulk
with wide hips and 6 G-cup tits, covered in fur with a fluffy red tail and fox
ears, massively built under layers of fat and pregnant for good measure She
almost lost hope until the last trip dropped her off in Star City. At first,
she didn’t believe it, but she was free. Finally!
“I swear it was dumb luck getting out of there! What? Pff,
NO! Believe me, being pregnant is no hinderance for me to stop hero work.”
Flexing her stout arm, Vixen smirked at the solid mass. “Actually I stopped a
bank robbery earlier today, a crew of five… What? No! There were not six of
them, of course they are lying.” Catching herself off guard, Mari burped out
loud and coughed up a gold watch, blushing to herself, she dropped the item in
a small bowl with a collection of other watches, rings and a necklace from her ‘other’
meals. “So yeah, I should be at the meeting tonight, no problems, bye.” Placing
the phone on the kitchen counter and sighing to herself, Mari turned to open
the fridge to find something to snack on. She was hoping to get back to her
normal life but so far the only things keeping her from doing so was her size,
raging libido, ravenous hunger and…
‘Splash…’
Gasping when her water broke, Vixen panted and looked around
her house with desperation. Waddling towards the back door, she opened the door
and squeezed herself out, stomping out into her backyard and towards the
trampled part of her fenced in yard that led out into the woods. This wasn’t
the first time she had done this, instinct had driven her to storm out into the
woods when her water broke the first time. Stomping through bushes and small
plants, Vixen moaned and panted, grabbing handfuls of her custom sized costume,
she ripped it open, freeing her massive breasts so they can breathe without
being constricted by the tight fabric. Prying the ruined thing off of her, she
tossed the costume out into the bushes and moaned, the first of her
contractions cutting through her. She hadn’t gotten far, 30 or 40 feet from her
property when she finally came to a rocky clearing, a grotto surrounded by
trees.
By now the pain could no longer be ignored and Vixen slowly knelt
to roll onto her back, stark naked on the grass and spread her legs. The act of
birth was still painful, but where some women would be cursing the name of the
man that knocked them up in the first place, Vixen felt only a dull ache as one
by one a fox cub was pushed out of her birth canal and rolled onto the soft
grass to mewl and cry. When she was done, four plump newborns cried and flailed
before she took them close and pressed their crying mouths to her stiff leaking
nipples. Biting her lower lip, Vixen basked in her current motherhood, her four
hungry newborns suckling hard from her tits before they detached and curled up
together, drowsy. Swishing her tail and smiling down at her children, her
pointed ears darted to the sounds coming from behind the trees and smiled.
“Come and get it kids!”
Six fox cubs scampered into the grotto, some crawling on all
fours while others fumbled on their feet as they all made their way to their
mother and occupied a leaking tit. Lolling her head and moaning to the
stimulation, Vixen’s toes curled. She felt so alive, so primal, so female.
Since she had gotten back to Star City a week ago, she had become the proud
mother of ten… and a predator of bad men. Each of her litters were the result
of her libido getting the best of her at work. Her first set of triplets she
bore after coming home, her second litter was when she stopped a mugger and
drained him dry before swallowing whole, and of course the stray bank robber
that the police couldn’t identify.
“I’ll … I’ll tell them when I’m ready, if they see this,
they’d freak out.” Feeling her older children bite and gnaw at her stiff
nipples, Mari moaned, her flicking fox tail revealing she was wet from the
stimulation.
“Maybe in a week or something, that should be enough time to
cut the habits…”