CHEST ENVY - Page 6 (Patreon)

Luckily the fox boy won’t have to taste the formula at all since it’s delivered as a suppository! In retrospect he probably should have realized something was up as soon as he got into the awkwardly designed seat on stage that forces his rear end skyward.

A steady stream of liquid hormones and chemicals are being slowly pumped into the fox’s gut, he couldn’t say that he...entirely hated the sensation...he’s even getting used to the audience at this point.

Demonstrating their new ‘hand free delivery system’ the announcer leaves the pump to continue it’s job while she addresses the crowd with her company spiel. Which means that she’s the last one in the immediate area to notice the two butt-cheeks rising like yeasted bread dough on stage beside her.