Art Pack Preview-Murdoch

When Jim asked Murdoch to help him test cake flavors for his and Hollys wedding, he hadn't expected there to be so much to try. Not that he'd let himself disappoint Jim by not trying them all.

The bakery door opened with the charming chatter of a bell chime, an uncharacteristically whimsical sound for the dour town of Echo. The coal in the air and oppressive desert heat often killed anything soft and dainty that tried to sprout in that place, and what little that survived the environment was quickly stomped out by the people that called Echo home. Whether or not Murdoch avoiding such a fate could be seen as a curse or a blessing, the fox was still working on deciding.

“Murdoch!” Jim said, walking over from the counter to give the red fox a pat on the back, acting as if he hadn’t just been in the middle of a conversation with the baker as he did so. “Just when I started to think you’d never show up. But then, I suppose I should’ve known better. After all…” He paused before leaning dangerously close, “...You’d never disappoint me like that by running off, now would you?”

“No, of course not,” Murdoch coughed, pulling at his shirt collar as he fought the urge to look away. The heat of the day could excuse him being heated or feeling flushed, but shying away from Jim's gaze like a schoolboy with a crush would only incriminate him-Both of them. Jim entering a marriage with Murdoch's sister gave the lovers enough credible deniability to enjoy a certain amount of closeness in public, certainly more than most men like them. But Jim could never be satisfied, something as dangerous as it was alluring despite how Murdoch always ended up being the one on the short end of the stick because of it. “The shop was just busier than usual. You know this wedding is just as important to me as it is to you and Holly.”

“Oh, I certainly hope so, because you’ve got the most important job of all, dear friend.” Jim said with a grin, his eyes glinting with that same mischievous look he got whenever he was about to drag Murdoch into something. Suppressing a shiver, Murdoch replied.

“How so? I thought we were just picking out the flavor for the cake.”

“We are, you’re not wrong about that. It’s just…” Jim trailed off with a sigh, practically twirling on his toes to spin back to the counter where he then leaned back dramatically. “There are just so many wonderful choices to choose from! This isn’t just some family baker offering his meager, though appreciable, services. This piggy here is a real professional Murdoch.”

Said pig snorted from over the counter, dressed in a bakers uniform that Murdoch could only imagine being several years old. Not because it was unkempt, but because of how it fit the bakers figure-or more rather, how it didn’t fit. Fuzzy pink flesh could be seen through the buttons that strained over a porkbelly as broad as desert, his navel clearly visible from behind its mile wide peep hole, deep as the grand canyon. Matched with a set of moobs innumerable women would be jealous of and a face that fought for space with the fat of his neck, there was no wondering whether or not the baker knew his confectionaries. It would have been a good sign, if not for the grouchy expression on the bakers face making Murdoch incredibly nervous.

Especially since Jim was making no effort to hide the fact that he was looking directly  at the pigs paunch rather than his pudgy face.

“Well, what did my sister say?” Murdoch asked, keeping his eyes trained on Jim as he did. “If you can’t decide, I don’t know why it’s me here and not her.”

“Do I even need to say it? You know why she’s not here.” Jim said back, his usual playfulness falling flat for just a breath before bouncing back. “She’s busy enough getting everything else prepared. I’d be shaping up to be an awful future husband if I didn’t spare her the kindness to keep cake off her plate. No, it has to be you.”

“Alright, then… What choices are there, exactly?” Murdoch asks the baker, joining Jim by the counter as the baker promptly pulled out a book from beneath the counter. Flipping through the cookbook, Murdoch was amazed by the sheer amount of options available. Vanilla was a given, but there was also buttercream, chocolate, red velvet, almond and coconut. There were even fruit based cakes like lemon, and strawberry shortcake! “This one sounds good.” I say, pointing to my favorite of the bunch, to which Jim only laughs.

“Why am I not surprised you picked cherry? But we can’t just go off what it says on the book, we’ve got to get a sample to see how it tastes.” He said, the dots in Murdoch's mind connecting just in time to feel a twinge of fear as Jim finished his thought. “And we don’t know which one really is the best without giving them all a try.”

…

“UUURP!” Murdoch belched as he stumbled towards his bed, cradling his gullet with nauseous expression as he struggled to hold the next one down. Him and Jim had been “testing” cake flavors for over an hour, and Murdoch's figure most definitely showed it. His once flat stomach had bowed out significantly, spilling out over his trousers and pushing the buttons of his shirt to their absolute limits. Reaching his bedside the fox plopped down onto his back. Moaning from the fullness of his belly as he tried and failed to reach over the sugar filled swell of his middle to undo the pants button poking into his underbelly with the sharpness of a knife, only to wince as a hand pressed down onto the crest of his utterly engorged gut.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Not slowing down on me, are you Murdoch?” Jim asked with a wry grin, shirt half undone as he leaned over the now whimpering fox. “You promised me you’d eat all those samples I bought for the wedding, didn’t you?”

“I-Huff-Did-” Murdoch wheezed between rapid shallow breaths. “But-My-Clothes-”

“Look better now than ever!” Jim interjected, grinning wildly as he ran his hands up and down Murdoch's puffy sides, causing his tight shirt to ride up even further than before. “But, if my fat fox really needs some breathing room, I can certainly have that arranged.”

One by one, the white fox then freed each button from its loop, but not before tracing each one with his finger and pressing down, loosing another burp from Murdoch's bloated gullet.

“Fat fox indeed, look at all of this. I think I even see a bit of jiggle already!” Jim chuckled under his breath, eagerly bouncing Murdoch's belly back and forth between his hungry hands. Murdoch only whined in response, grinding his legs together to pull down his pants, pleading for more as his mouth failed to form words between the waves of belches and moans Jim's play was inspiring. “Then again, you might just be a pig with how well you’re taking this. In your head, if nothing else…And you know what?”

“What?” Murdoch gasped out pitifully, only making Jim lick his lips in hunger as he leaned down to whisper in Murdoch's ear.

“By the night of my wedding, you’ll be filling out your suit like that baker did his clothes.” Jim leered before pulling back, giving Murdoch's belly a parting slap as he left the room to collect Murdoch's second coarse.