Tanuki's Scrawlings

So I don't remember the original context for what brought this along. But it's clearly done as either a skill demo, or something related to a topic at hand. Maybe it was a discord server? I don't care. This is one of the freewrite documents I have on hand that was archived for one reason or another.

Enjoy,

-Tanuki

She comes in today, carrying what looked to be a convoy of carts, filled top to bottom with foods and drinks. She tugs it along with her by a firm manila rope, leading the line of carts to a spot in the room where she knows she'll have the most room. Once she arrived, she pulls each cart into line and looks them all over. "Well I guess since there’s not much else going on for anyone, I shall just eat to my heart’s content." She says to herself. Not like anyone would stop her anyways. If anything, she was likely to make people less likely to bother with her like this.

Once she finished up, she sighs and grabs a large, but obviously not strong enough for the future, chair for her to sit in. Once she felt comfortable, she begins her slow trip down feasting lane. It was a short lane for her, but honestly that lane was also very full. She starts with the lightest meal first, a pile of fruits, varying from dragonfruit to the sweetest of melons. And as the fox ate, she took extra care to be clean and minimized the waste she would cause from eating.

Her feeding continued with the fruit, emptying each plate on the cart that held any, before moving on to the next food. Her next target was now greens. From spinach to broccoli, she spared no plant. She even ate the garnish of other meals showing that those too were food to her. This particular one was more generous with the plates, spanning at least a third of the top-half of the carts before being emptied into her. The fox was already putting on weight from this alone, showing that even ‘healthy’ eating can pack on the pounds for her. Before long, however, she starts to cough, reaching for a cup of water. Each cart had one set out just for this occasion, totaling out to 20 16 oz. cups of water, prepared just for her to not dry out in her throat.

What would be an expected series of gulps, was met with a skillful single swallow, throat bulging with the volume taken at once. She lets out a vaguely lewd pant and moan, before rubbing her bloated belly with a strong affection. “And its only begun.” She comments to her belly, as if it would respond to her. But she simply received the sound of digestion as a motion to push forward. At this point her nipples were perked through her bulging shirt, belly pushing through its bottom hem. She was clad in pants and a t-shirt today, no real notable design on either, showing she was already prepared to lose these clothes eventually. But for now, it simply served as a makeshift bra for her already swollen breasts.

“More.” She demands, as if she had a servant out of habit. But she caught herself before making that demand louder, and simply stuffed her face with the next meal.

The next course for her, was the biggest. The meats took up a bulk majority of the cart’s space, and the entirety of the bottom half. It ranged from deer, alligator, beef, chicken, pork to exotic meats, sparing no edible type to her hunger. Her motions caused the chair to creak, showing signs of being incapable of handling her. Though at this point, her rear was large enough to disregard any height problems, packed with enough bulk to keep her in grabbing range of food. The aroma of her feast would land on nobody’s nose, as there was nobody to share such a feast with. It was all hers and hers alone.

Her hands reach and grab for exposed bones, starting with the turkey that sat largest before her. She took it, and the platter along with her to upkeep that clean habit of her eating. She starts at the breast, chewing through the meat before breaking bones with her unexpectedly powerful teeth. The fox in her was obviously present now, as the more she ate, the less she left behind on that platter. It wasn’t all that noisy either, as she was quite the stealthy eater, apart from the cracking bones that she spent a bit of extra time chewing and gulping. Occasionally she would stop to fellate a femur, getting a little too into her eating now. Her tongue would lap up and down its shaft slowly, before taking it into her mouth with a slow and strongly erotic sucking sound. This one she did not chew, gulping it down with pure ease to demonstrate her lack of gag reflex. Once her gulp finished, she lets out a heated pant.

“More more more…” She whined playfully, tilting herself, and the chair’s durability, over. There would be a loud crash but the way she leaned simply gave a sharp snap, and the sound of wood shrapnel crashing into the wall behind her. The chair was done, with an imaginary boxing bell ringing, and the sound of what appeared to be Captain Falcon calling it quits in a match. Her rear didn’t make the impact to the floor, as she was taking care to not cause too much trouble for any potential bystanders that probably wasn’t even around. But her movements certainly caused a strong thump when she shifted a certain way.

At this point the fox was big enough to be a small person’s bed, belly spanning nicely on the floor she took time the night before to clean, and rear matching the width of three doors now. This fox was certainly not going anywhere for a while with that posterior. As she continued her feast, her growth slowed to a crawl, as the body took more food energy to upkeep her weight. The fact she was a demon now became more apparent, as she maintained a fine dexterity of hand and tail. Each empty cart she had now, was pulled aside as she moved to the next with her tail, slinging it toward the mess that was once a chair behind her. She couldn’t help but enjoy herself now, less bothered by the lack of assistance, and more appreciating the freedom she granted herself by setting herself aside.

As her feasting approached its end, reaching her last cart, she takes a moment to grab the last whole pig that sat before her. “I wonder….” She hums, before grabbing the whole 110-pound porker. She unhinges her jaw carefully, with a faint and admittedly unsettling popping sound, and tries to swallow it whole. She made it to the initial head, before more bones on her begin to dislocate willingly. It sounded like someone was changing shape without any fancy lights or smoke. Once the popping settled, her chest and neck bulge greatly, as she found herself swallowing the whole pig slowly. She resembled a snake consuming its prey now, head undulating on the girth of the cooked meat. She let out an occasional hard huff through the nose, ensuring she didn’t pass out from a lack of oxygen as she gave this oinker its last minutes outside of her body.

When she reached the widest part, her throat gives a hefty gulp, pushing it past, before leaving the rest to a steady and impressive descent into her gullet. Once the pig was gone, she pants lewdly and moans. “Holy heavens…” She whines, hands moving immediately to her heavily swollen breasts to massage them, as her nipples were perked and bulging, leaking milk in her arousal. “I need to do that more.” She comments to herself, as she plants her rear on the floor with her legs out forward. Her belly pushed past them with a valiant effort of successfully containing all that she ate. The fox had eaten, and what she ate was enough to feed an entire village of starving people. If anything, she consumed enough to include the starving villagers in the mass of her meal. And yet there she sat, only three times her original weight, as if most of the food she ate just disappeared into some obscured void inside of her.

But this was the end of the fox’s lunch. And a hearty lunch it was, as she slowly drifted to sleep, laying down on her back with a content tail wag, and a soft sigh of satisfaction.