Small World (Er, Galaxy), Huh? - Part 4
Here's the fourth part of the sequence! choiced wrote the description for this, and I just have to say that I'm absolutely blown away! Thank you so much! If you haven't already, be sure to check out his content, he has some really fantastic stories on his page! It was a huge help to bounce ideas off of each other for this, and I'm so glad to have had this opportunity. Plus, the description is absolutely phenomenal. Thank you so much again!!
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Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7-1
Part 7-2
Part 7-3
Part 8
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“I hate this resort.”
Fox stared at the full-body mirror in his bedroom, glaring at the tubby vulpine looking right back at him. He had developed quite the antagonistic relationship with his mirror self, loathing it more and more as the days went by. It didn’t matter if he was lounging on the couch or enjoying another 5-course meal, his thoughts would always drift towards his meeting with his reflection, his heart dropping every time he noticed his big belly getting bigger, or his new clothes looking tighter.
Worst of all, he realized with a shudder, he was actually enjoying himself!
“Stupid stomach,” he growled, shoving at his doughy belly disdainfully. He couldn’t be enjoying this! He is, well was, the leader of Star Fox! A pilot with his reputation needed to be fit and strong, training every hour of every day, not relaxing on a steadily-shrinking couch stuffing himself with greasy meals! And yet even now, the pudgy vulpine could only think about the chicken that Wolf was frying up in the kitchen. The aroma had somehow wafted into his room, and Fox could practically taste the salty breading already, his nose twitching as he hungrily sniffed at the fragrance. Was that paprika?! Wolf, you nefarious, brilliant, genius of a che-
Fox’s stomach gurgled noisily, alerting him to the fact that he was actually starting to drool. His blissful smile quickly sullied back into a scowl. “Would you cut that out? You just ate like 30 minutes ago!” he growled at the pudgy fox in the mirror, who was clearly trying to get inside his head. To prove his point that the last thing he needed was more food, the rotund vulpine grabbed on both sides of his belly and heeeeeeaved it up, grunting as his arms were buried beneath that hanging mass. God, he was so heavy, so squishy, so soft, so cozy, so…
“Muuuuuurr…”
Fox couldn’t help himself. It was like holding a big doughy stress ball that was attached to him! A gradual smile crept across his chubby muzzle as his paws roamed around his hanging paunch, exploring the extra flab for the very first time. All thoughts of losing weight and other negative nonsense had quickly left his mind; for the time being, it was just him and his belly.
Or so he thought.
Without warning, a pair of broad, strong arms suddenly wrapped around his expansive middle, squeezing him tight! Fox let out an uncharacteristically-high squeal as he was suddenly pulled back into a soft, yet firm embrace, where an all too familiar voice whispered in his ear. “Can’t let you do that, Star-Flab. Don’t want ya to strain yourself lifting all that belly on your own!”
Fox shuddered, his chubby face beet red. Just listening to Wolf’s deep, cool voice just inches away from his ears raised the fur on the back of his neck. Those words were like a spell, leaving him paralyzed against his lupine aggressor, frozen, unable to move a muscle as those beefy arms roamed around his blubbery belly the same way his own had been just a minute ago! Sure, he was used to Wolf poking and groping at his belly before, but to actually sneak up on him to squeeze him from behind like that was...well, something else!
Wolf surely must have felt the fox tense up in his grasp, yet he chuckled and leaned his muzzle forward until it was resting on Fox’s shoulder, gazing into the vulpine’s bright green eyes in the mirror. “Enjoying yourself, butterball? Glad I’m not the only one.” He smirked, hefting that squishy fox tum up and down, watching it bounce and jostle around.
Fox had no response; he simply couldn’t think with all the blood rushing to his head! He was certain he was about to faint, to collapse fully into the broad arms of his rival. The only logical thought that entered the fox’s startled mind was how easily Wolf had snuck up on him. The perfect predator! And yet, despite all that, the wolf looked so content in just holding the fox against his chest, his fluffy tail wagging. Even Wolf’s signature sneer had melted into a playful and genuine smile, as if he had everything he ever wanted right in his arms. Man, even looking at that handsome, smiling face was enough to make Fox’s heart pound harder!
Just as he was certain he was about to faint, Fox heard Wolf chuckle before relinquishing his grasp, playfully slapping the fox’s jiggly rump. “Dinner’s gonna be ready in a couple minutes, pup. Just thought I’d come up and tell you that.”
Fox didn’t even turn around as Wolf walked away, his face reddening not just from embarrassment, but from rage. He was helpless, completely helpless in that situation! In his entire life as a space-faring pilot, he had never felt so vulnerable in his entire life. And, to make matters worse, he had enjoyed every second of it!
“That’s it!” Fox growled, pressing a pudgy finger against the mirror. “You are going on a crash diet whether you like it or not...starting tomorrow!” He grumbled, before leaving to join Wolf for a tasty meal of fried chicken.
Fox McCloud, Wolf O'Donnel © Nintendo
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7-1
Part 7-2
Part 7-3
Part 8
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“I hate this resort.”
Fox stared at the full-body mirror in his bedroom, glaring at the tubby vulpine looking right back at him. He had developed quite the antagonistic relationship with his mirror self, loathing it more and more as the days went by. It didn’t matter if he was lounging on the couch or enjoying another 5-course meal, his thoughts would always drift towards his meeting with his reflection, his heart dropping every time he noticed his big belly getting bigger, or his new clothes looking tighter.
Worst of all, he realized with a shudder, he was actually enjoying himself!
“Stupid stomach,” he growled, shoving at his doughy belly disdainfully. He couldn’t be enjoying this! He is, well was, the leader of Star Fox! A pilot with his reputation needed to be fit and strong, training every hour of every day, not relaxing on a steadily-shrinking couch stuffing himself with greasy meals! And yet even now, the pudgy vulpine could only think about the chicken that Wolf was frying up in the kitchen. The aroma had somehow wafted into his room, and Fox could practically taste the salty breading already, his nose twitching as he hungrily sniffed at the fragrance. Was that paprika?! Wolf, you nefarious, brilliant, genius of a che-
Fox’s stomach gurgled noisily, alerting him to the fact that he was actually starting to drool. His blissful smile quickly sullied back into a scowl. “Would you cut that out? You just ate like 30 minutes ago!” he growled at the pudgy fox in the mirror, who was clearly trying to get inside his head. To prove his point that the last thing he needed was more food, the rotund vulpine grabbed on both sides of his belly and heeeeeeaved it up, grunting as his arms were buried beneath that hanging mass. God, he was so heavy, so squishy, so soft, so cozy, so…
“Muuuuuurr…”
Fox couldn’t help himself. It was like holding a big doughy stress ball that was attached to him! A gradual smile crept across his chubby muzzle as his paws roamed around his hanging paunch, exploring the extra flab for the very first time. All thoughts of losing weight and other negative nonsense had quickly left his mind; for the time being, it was just him and his belly.
Or so he thought.
Without warning, a pair of broad, strong arms suddenly wrapped around his expansive middle, squeezing him tight! Fox let out an uncharacteristically-high squeal as he was suddenly pulled back into a soft, yet firm embrace, where an all too familiar voice whispered in his ear. “Can’t let you do that, Star-Flab. Don’t want ya to strain yourself lifting all that belly on your own!”
Fox shuddered, his chubby face beet red. Just listening to Wolf’s deep, cool voice just inches away from his ears raised the fur on the back of his neck. Those words were like a spell, leaving him paralyzed against his lupine aggressor, frozen, unable to move a muscle as those beefy arms roamed around his blubbery belly the same way his own had been just a minute ago! Sure, he was used to Wolf poking and groping at his belly before, but to actually sneak up on him to squeeze him from behind like that was...well, something else!
Wolf surely must have felt the fox tense up in his grasp, yet he chuckled and leaned his muzzle forward until it was resting on Fox’s shoulder, gazing into the vulpine’s bright green eyes in the mirror. “Enjoying yourself, butterball? Glad I’m not the only one.” He smirked, hefting that squishy fox tum up and down, watching it bounce and jostle around.
Fox had no response; he simply couldn’t think with all the blood rushing to his head! He was certain he was about to faint, to collapse fully into the broad arms of his rival. The only logical thought that entered the fox’s startled mind was how easily Wolf had snuck up on him. The perfect predator! And yet, despite all that, the wolf looked so content in just holding the fox against his chest, his fluffy tail wagging. Even Wolf’s signature sneer had melted into a playful and genuine smile, as if he had everything he ever wanted right in his arms. Man, even looking at that handsome, smiling face was enough to make Fox’s heart pound harder!
Just as he was certain he was about to faint, Fox heard Wolf chuckle before relinquishing his grasp, playfully slapping the fox’s jiggly rump. “Dinner’s gonna be ready in a couple minutes, pup. Just thought I’d come up and tell you that.”
Fox didn’t even turn around as Wolf walked away, his face reddening not just from embarrassment, but from rage. He was helpless, completely helpless in that situation! In his entire life as a space-faring pilot, he had never felt so vulnerable in his entire life. And, to make matters worse, he had enjoyed every second of it!
“That’s it!” Fox growled, pressing a pudgy finger against the mirror. “You are going on a crash diet whether you like it or not...starting tomorrow!” He grumbled, before leaving to join Wolf for a tasty meal of fried chicken.
Fox McCloud, Wolf O'Donnel © Nintendo
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 800px
Hey, do you think Wolf wants help to get Fox fat? because I am willing to help you
Denys did a superb job on the description so did you in the picture. Both play so well with each other. Well done to the both of you.
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