>>1816
Can't say I'm a friend of weight-gain, though being your fox wife's questionably-willing accomplice sounds appealing.
>helping her catch another meal, careful not to get dragged in alongside her next victim as she ravenously devours it
>resting your head on her stomach, feeling her squirming meal, before it eventually gives up and is replaced with the sounds of her belly as it softens up it's contents and starts shrinking gradually
>knowing you'll be in there yourself in a few hours
>either for enjoyment, until your desperate struggling made her cum
>or to keep her full and satisfied until she cooked dinner
>either of these scenarios could see you trapped for some time, while she has no intention of holding back her stomach
>she has also never told you how serious her playful threats really are about devouring you for nutrients, once you knock her up with a litter of kits
>all you ever get in return is that typical smug grin