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“Uuuuuuoooooaaaaarrrrrp~!” I let out a belch, followed by a soft moan. For a few moments, I lay there, simply basking in My own sheer indulgence. Eventually, however, My attention turns to you, lazily. It’s a choice by you to even be seen by My eyes, with the enormous curve of My belly making it ridiculously easy to hide out of My view. My lazy expression is soon joined by an equally relaxed, smug smirk. “Don’t just stare. Get to work. Tend to My belly.” As I order you to worship, you find yourself complying before even really thinking about it. Your digits pushing into My gut, I let out a pleased, feminine moan. Despite the fact I just ate a whole person, My expansive belly still has a lot of soft doughiness to it, and you have to press before you get to the feeling of the squirming, thrashing person within… the other source of My pleased moans. It’s truly something to behold. Despite having just eaten someone, I seem far from looking overstuffed. If anything, it seems I could eat much, much more if I wanted to. How? Your eyes track over My body. What they see is a small framed, soft, tubby, pampered femboy fennec fox. You easily outsize Me in raw mass, even with all the pudge I’ve gained. Nowhere on Me do you see what would give you the impression of someone who routinely hunts down others. If anything, I look like the opposite of physical activity. Weak, lithe arms, dainty paws that look like they hardly see more than a few steps a day. And My handpaws, it looks like I hardly lift a finger. I’m the very picture of physical weakness and softness. ‘This is the absolute ruler of all?’ you’d think as you scan over Me. ‘It looks like I could have my way with this fatass in a moment and He couldn’t do a thing to stop me.’ A spark of intrigue as you begin to realize this. Maybe this tubby femboy is just waiting to be snapped up by someone. Maybe that someone is you. Maybe this is your time— Then you realize what you were missing. You catch on My eyes. Shining, beautiful blue irises look up at you, that smug expression surrounding them telling you that I know exactly what you’re thinking. And I’m not frightened, I’m not worried… I’m amused. You see, shortly, in those eyes, a flash. Of greed, of hunger, yes, but that’s only part of the story. There’s something more there. Something unreadable, something supreme. Then it hits you like a freight train. ‘Dominance’. Utter, sheer supremacy of personality. Ruling over all without lifting a finger. Ordering others without needing to even look at them. Commanding absolute loyalty and submission. What need have I to lift a finger or to defend Myself when that is the domain of My servants? You realize that this was always the way things would be. Your worship that you’d previously done passively has slowly become more active, more fervent. Inspiring moans of satisfaction and pleasure that simultaneously demands more. You realize all at once: There’s no pushing back. There’s no escape. There is only subservience. You’re all Mine.