Robin is finally caught in the act- but while he won't be able to get away, he's got one or two last tricks up his fat folds. Enjoy!
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"Robin…"
"Marian, dearheart—"
"Robin…"
"Darling, do try to stay calm—"
"ROBIN!"
The fox clamped his mouth shut, even as he held a half-eaten wheel of cheese against his blubbery, sagging chest. After countless kitchen raids, the fox slowly blowing up into an enormous whale of a noble and supposedly reformed outlaw, he had finally been caught red-handed. He could only sit there, plopped down on the stone floor on his gigantic, heavily cushioned rump while his overfed landslide of a belly pooled on the ground, and grin sheepishly, dimpling his bloated cheeks.
Marian, his loving wife, massaged her forehead, reminding herself that she still loved this massive blob of a fox. "I can understand feeling constrained in your role and duty as a nobleman— I can understand you wanting to chase some… thrill you used to have as an outlaw. I can even understand wanting to recreate the excitement of your thieving. But I had thought you might take up hunting, turn your attention to some project, by St. George, I would even accept you buying a ship and going after lost Roman treasures— but what I cannot understand is… this! You have almost literally eaten us out of house and home, Robin!"
Robin let out a small, bashful laugh that made his gelatinous belly quake. The fox's entire body was soft and round, with thighs thick as mead barrels and arms swaddled in layers of quivering fat, his chest like the softest goose feather pillows, and several extra chins stacked up on one another leading to his bloated face. "In my defense… it wasn't just gluttony that motivated me my dear, but eating did, quite literally, get rid of the evidence— in many ways, it was a perfect crime."
Marian scoffed derisively, walking up to him and grabbing fistfuls of doughy belly fat. "Robin, my dear, this is about eight gross worth of evidence right here. This…" She frowned softly, gently kneading at the fox's belly. "This is… much softer than I even imagined…"
There was a glint in the rotund fox's eye. He gently wrapped one hefty arm around Marian, pulling her up against his plush side. "I'm… quite comfortable on this side." He flashed her a winning smile.
"Oh, Robin," Marian rolled her eyes as she was pulled up against him, swaddled in layers of soft, warm fox plush. "This… hm…" She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt herself sinking into Robin's hefty side, like she was slowly sinking into a soft mattress. "...This isn't over…"
Robin let out a light chuckle, snatching up an apple just in reach as he took a victorious bite out of it. "Well, we have all night to talk about it… You don't mind if I have a bite to keep my energy up, do you, my dear?"