Small World (Er, Galaxy), Huh? - Part 5
Here’s the fifth part of the sequence, thanks again to choiced for the amazing description!!
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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“29...30...31…”
Fox panted heavily. His workout had just started and already he was exhausted, sweat beading across his wrinkled forehead. Every lift of his 20 pound dumbbell was absolute agony for the vulpine, whose flabby arms were burning from the strenuous exercise. What the heck happened to him? He used to be able to lift weights like these nearly a hundred times without breaking a sweat!
Ever since that ‘incident’ in Fox’s bedroom several weeks back, the vulpine had took it upon himself to order a set of dumbells in an attempt to work off the extra weight. There was no way he could diet away the pounds with Wolf constantly ordering or cooking addicting and delicious food, after all. When the weights came, Fox made sure to quickly set up a small exercise room in the basement, the last place Wolf would look for him. To the fox’s surprise, he discovered boxes full of yoga mats and sweat bands, even an entire bench, in one of the rooms! They were all coated with a thick layer of dust though; it made the vulpine wonder just how long these had been sitting here.
Just clearing out the space to set up his room was a painful reminder of how out of shape the flabby vulpine had gotten, finding himself struggling just to lift a few half-empty boxes. Sit ups and pushups were an absolute nightmare to get through, with his protruding paunch getting in the way whenever it can; it was like wrestling a fluffy mound of dough! Squats were at least somewhat doable, but even so; the ex-pilot would find himself collapsing onto the couch after a couple reps, leaving himself vulnerable to Wolf and his greasy cooking! In fact, the only thing any of his exercises accomplished was making him hungrier, lazier, and, consequently, fatter! The bench he sat on was proof of that; at first, it simply groaned under the fat fox’s rear, but those groans grew louder with each passing day until today, where the wooden legs threatened to snap right from beneath him!
“35…….36…..” Fox was wheezing, his flabby arms trembling. This couldn’t be happening! When he first tried dumbbells here, he managed to at least hit 50 reps before collapsing into exhaustion. Sure, he could accept he was getting fatter, as was evidenced by his 3XL tank top having regressed into a training bra for his ample moobs, but he couldn’t be getting weaker, could he? Sure, he only exercise half an hour a day, spending the rest lazing and eating with Wolf, but those 30 minutes had to account for something, right?
“37…..”
Sweat stung his eyes. He didn’t care about reaching 50 anymore, he just wanted to hit 40 and take an early break.
“38…!”
Even now, all he can think about is flopping back on the couch next to Wolf, who mentioned ordering pizza earlier today. Oh, to relax and finally give up this damned exercise routine, to slump against the couch and watch some tv while chowing down on some quality pizza. His stomach growled, hard enough that the vulpine could feel it shake against his doughy thighs. Maybe there was still some left over milkshake he could-
“Gah!”
Fox dropped the dumbbell onto the floor, the resulting thud making his lower belly quiver. Yet again, his mental fortitude was weakened to the very idea of eating! If he could just control his damn mind (and stomach), he could actually finish a proper set and, for once, burn more calories than he took in! Speaking of burning, his forehead was practically boiling, his tongue feeling like sandpaper in his mouth. Maybe he should take a break and head back up, grab that milkshake so he could cool his thoughts a bit and-
“Done already? And I was starting to enjoy the show!”
Oh no…
Fox’s eyes widened as he heard that familiar voice enter the room. He slowly turned around, bunching up his love handles as he saw Wolf standing in the doorway, or rather filling it out. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that all this food had the same effect on both of their waistlines, the lupine’s middle hanging almost to his knees. As large as it was, however, Wolf could still easily reach around his broad belly, something Fox was struggling with even now, as he awkwardly tried to grab at the dumbbell he dropped. “I’m not in the mood, Wolf.”
Wolf either didn’t hear or didn’t care as he waddled into the room, eyeing it distastefully. “So this is where you’ve been hiding from me all this time. To think you’d rather hang out in this smelly, dusty room than with me. I’d be heartbroken, if I wasn’t so impressed. I didn’t know this resort had single wide doors, or that you could still squeeze through them!”
“I said, I’m not in the mood,” Fox responded, growling. He did not need to be reminded how much of a squeeze the doorway had been for him lately. He could still walk through it fine, of course, but lately his hips and sides were starting to brush against the edges. The very thought of one day wedging himself in a doorway filled the fox’s face with color.
Unfortunately, Wolf didn’t stop there, stooping over the pick up the dumbbell with relative ease. “20 pounds, huh? I thought you’d be better than that, considering how much food you lift to your maw every day, Star flab!”
That was it. That was the last straw to break the fox’s back. Fox felt something snap inside his brain as he suddenly rocketed upwards until he was belly-to-belly with Wolf, who’s eyes had widened and ears had folded. “W-wait, Fox, I didn’t mean-”
“Shut your goddamn mouth, Wolf!” Even though he was at a slight height disadvantage, Fox more than made up for it with his weight as he shoved Wolf back with his gut until the lupine was backed into the wall. “This is all your fault, fat head! All. Your. Fault! I can’t go a minute without you cramming something greasy or sugary against my face! Is this some sort of master scheme you’re planning? Turning your greatest adversary into a waddling blob of fat until he’s too humiliated to show his face in public?!”
Wolf gulped. “Fox, I-”
“No, of course it isn’t, because you’re turning yourself into a blob too! What the hell’s the matter with you, ruining both of our bodies?! There’s no way we can fit into our ships anymore, not unless they make industrial-sized Arwings! I don’t care that we both retired from our professions, we still have standards!”
“Fox, please-”
“What, you’re upset because the pizza’s getting cold? How about I heat it back up by shoving it right up your-”
Wolf’s arms shot forward, gripping both of Fox’s shoulders tightly. The vulpine gasped, as if that switch in his brain had suddenly flipped off again. A wave of guilt washed over his anger as he studied his rival’s expression. Wolf didn’t look angry, or even offended. He just looked sad. Really, really sad.
Fox had never seen the proud Wolf O'Donnell look so...heart broken. The way his crestfallen eyes shimmered from welling tears, or his pointy ears laying flat against his head; the vulpine realized he had said far too much. Wolf may have encouraged Fox to eat himself into a blob, but it was Fox who actually ate everything. Wolf didn’t make Fox laze around on the couch all day, Wolf was just there to smile at the vulpine whenever he walked by and to pat the empty spot next to him to make him feel welcome. Wolf was the one who genuinely enjoyed gaining weight now that they had retired; he had just wanted to share his newfound passion with his ex-rival. “I...I’m sorry, Wolf. I didn’t mean-”
“Naaah, you’re fine, Fox. I just...well, you see, when you eat I just...erh…” Fox blinked. Was Wolf, the very same Wolf who constantly had a witty retort to make, struggling to form a single sentence? Heck, the lupine was struggling to maintain eye contact with him as well! Taking a deep sigh, Wolf tried again. “You’re right. I’ve been a little pushy on you, trying to shove my own desires onto you. It’s not fair, I know. I just...seeing you so soft and plush and huge...” Without warning, Wolf pulled the Fox into a deep embrace, their guts pancaking against each others. “I’ve never been more attracted to you in my life!”
Fox’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He thought his heart my explode from his chest from that last comment. He simply stood there, looking down at the lardy wolf hugging him tightly, before returning the favor. Wolf was so warm and soft, Fox couldn’t help himself but to squeeze the lupine’s flabby back. It was so comforting, no wonder Wolf was enjoying their recent weight gain so much! A strange warmth started flooding inside the fox’s chest, one that made him want to hold onto this mean, gruff, obese, lovable mutt until the end of time.
Seconds passed, then minutes, with neither canine showing any signs of backing off. They were too happy to bask in each other’s softness, their intense emotions slowly subsiding. However, it was Wolf who was the first to pull back, although his broad arms remained wrapped around the fox’s neck as he spoke. “I have a friend who runs a gym on the other side of town. It’s a bit far, I know, but...well, if you’re serious about losing weight, I might be able to get you a membership there.” Wolf grinned.
Fox didn’t need to think much about the offer to know his decision. The vulpine had seen enough of Wolf’s cocky smirks to know that this one was fake. It was a good attempt too, the lupine’s tail was wagging even, but Fox could see the sadness in his eye. Knowing that Wolf genuinely did care about him to let the fox slim back down made the ex-pilot realize something. He didn’t care if he was 200 pounds or 2000, as long as he was in the arms of his rival. “Across the city, you say? Sounds like quite the walk. I better quickly fill up on pizza so I can get the energy to make the trek.”
Wolf chuckled, his tail wagging for real this time. “Are you sure, pup? There’s a lot of empty calories in pizza.”
“Wanna know how sure I am?” Wasting no time, Fox leaned forward and planted a smooch on the wolf’s lips, suppressing a laugh at seeing just how wide the lupine’s eyes grew. What a huge dork! Pulling away, Fox turned around and slowly made his way out of the room, making sure to swing his hips with each step to show off that curvy rump of his. “Betcha I can eat more than you, Flab Wolf. Loser has to do the dishes?”
Wolf was a little slow to recover from the kiss, his paw his chubby muzzle curiously, before grinning and waddling after his obese boyfriend, who squealed and shuffled quicker. “You’re on, Flab Fox!”
That night, Fox single handedly destroyed his record for the most amount of pizzas scarfed down in a single sitting. When he awoke from his food coma the next day, he discovered his shorts had torn and his shirt had ridden up even higher. And he couldn’t have been more proud.
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
—-
“29...30...31…”
Fox panted heavily. His workout had just started and already he was exhausted, sweat beading across his wrinkled forehead. Every lift of his 20 pound dumbbell was absolute agony for the vulpine, whose flabby arms were burning from the strenuous exercise. What the heck happened to him? He used to be able to lift weights like these nearly a hundred times without breaking a sweat!
Ever since that ‘incident’ in Fox’s bedroom several weeks back, the vulpine had took it upon himself to order a set of dumbells in an attempt to work off the extra weight. There was no way he could diet away the pounds with Wolf constantly ordering or cooking addicting and delicious food, after all. When the weights came, Fox made sure to quickly set up a small exercise room in the basement, the last place Wolf would look for him. To the fox’s surprise, he discovered boxes full of yoga mats and sweat bands, even an entire bench, in one of the rooms! They were all coated with a thick layer of dust though; it made the vulpine wonder just how long these had been sitting here.
Just clearing out the space to set up his room was a painful reminder of how out of shape the flabby vulpine had gotten, finding himself struggling just to lift a few half-empty boxes. Sit ups and pushups were an absolute nightmare to get through, with his protruding paunch getting in the way whenever it can; it was like wrestling a fluffy mound of dough! Squats were at least somewhat doable, but even so; the ex-pilot would find himself collapsing onto the couch after a couple reps, leaving himself vulnerable to Wolf and his greasy cooking! In fact, the only thing any of his exercises accomplished was making him hungrier, lazier, and, consequently, fatter! The bench he sat on was proof of that; at first, it simply groaned under the fat fox’s rear, but those groans grew louder with each passing day until today, where the wooden legs threatened to snap right from beneath him!
“35…….36…..” Fox was wheezing, his flabby arms trembling. This couldn’t be happening! When he first tried dumbbells here, he managed to at least hit 50 reps before collapsing into exhaustion. Sure, he could accept he was getting fatter, as was evidenced by his 3XL tank top having regressed into a training bra for his ample moobs, but he couldn’t be getting weaker, could he? Sure, he only exercise half an hour a day, spending the rest lazing and eating with Wolf, but those 30 minutes had to account for something, right?
“37…..”
Sweat stung his eyes. He didn’t care about reaching 50 anymore, he just wanted to hit 40 and take an early break.
“38…!”
Even now, all he can think about is flopping back on the couch next to Wolf, who mentioned ordering pizza earlier today. Oh, to relax and finally give up this damned exercise routine, to slump against the couch and watch some tv while chowing down on some quality pizza. His stomach growled, hard enough that the vulpine could feel it shake against his doughy thighs. Maybe there was still some left over milkshake he could-
“Gah!”
Fox dropped the dumbbell onto the floor, the resulting thud making his lower belly quiver. Yet again, his mental fortitude was weakened to the very idea of eating! If he could just control his damn mind (and stomach), he could actually finish a proper set and, for once, burn more calories than he took in! Speaking of burning, his forehead was practically boiling, his tongue feeling like sandpaper in his mouth. Maybe he should take a break and head back up, grab that milkshake so he could cool his thoughts a bit and-
“Done already? And I was starting to enjoy the show!”
Oh no…
Fox’s eyes widened as he heard that familiar voice enter the room. He slowly turned around, bunching up his love handles as he saw Wolf standing in the doorway, or rather filling it out. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that all this food had the same effect on both of their waistlines, the lupine’s middle hanging almost to his knees. As large as it was, however, Wolf could still easily reach around his broad belly, something Fox was struggling with even now, as he awkwardly tried to grab at the dumbbell he dropped. “I’m not in the mood, Wolf.”
Wolf either didn’t hear or didn’t care as he waddled into the room, eyeing it distastefully. “So this is where you’ve been hiding from me all this time. To think you’d rather hang out in this smelly, dusty room than with me. I’d be heartbroken, if I wasn’t so impressed. I didn’t know this resort had single wide doors, or that you could still squeeze through them!”
“I said, I’m not in the mood,” Fox responded, growling. He did not need to be reminded how much of a squeeze the doorway had been for him lately. He could still walk through it fine, of course, but lately his hips and sides were starting to brush against the edges. The very thought of one day wedging himself in a doorway filled the fox’s face with color.
Unfortunately, Wolf didn’t stop there, stooping over the pick up the dumbbell with relative ease. “20 pounds, huh? I thought you’d be better than that, considering how much food you lift to your maw every day, Star flab!”
That was it. That was the last straw to break the fox’s back. Fox felt something snap inside his brain as he suddenly rocketed upwards until he was belly-to-belly with Wolf, who’s eyes had widened and ears had folded. “W-wait, Fox, I didn’t mean-”
“Shut your goddamn mouth, Wolf!” Even though he was at a slight height disadvantage, Fox more than made up for it with his weight as he shoved Wolf back with his gut until the lupine was backed into the wall. “This is all your fault, fat head! All. Your. Fault! I can’t go a minute without you cramming something greasy or sugary against my face! Is this some sort of master scheme you’re planning? Turning your greatest adversary into a waddling blob of fat until he’s too humiliated to show his face in public?!”
Wolf gulped. “Fox, I-”
“No, of course it isn’t, because you’re turning yourself into a blob too! What the hell’s the matter with you, ruining both of our bodies?! There’s no way we can fit into our ships anymore, not unless they make industrial-sized Arwings! I don’t care that we both retired from our professions, we still have standards!”
“Fox, please-”
“What, you’re upset because the pizza’s getting cold? How about I heat it back up by shoving it right up your-”
Wolf’s arms shot forward, gripping both of Fox’s shoulders tightly. The vulpine gasped, as if that switch in his brain had suddenly flipped off again. A wave of guilt washed over his anger as he studied his rival’s expression. Wolf didn’t look angry, or even offended. He just looked sad. Really, really sad.
Fox had never seen the proud Wolf O'Donnell look so...heart broken. The way his crestfallen eyes shimmered from welling tears, or his pointy ears laying flat against his head; the vulpine realized he had said far too much. Wolf may have encouraged Fox to eat himself into a blob, but it was Fox who actually ate everything. Wolf didn’t make Fox laze around on the couch all day, Wolf was just there to smile at the vulpine whenever he walked by and to pat the empty spot next to him to make him feel welcome. Wolf was the one who genuinely enjoyed gaining weight now that they had retired; he had just wanted to share his newfound passion with his ex-rival. “I...I’m sorry, Wolf. I didn’t mean-”
“Naaah, you’re fine, Fox. I just...well, you see, when you eat I just...erh…” Fox blinked. Was Wolf, the very same Wolf who constantly had a witty retort to make, struggling to form a single sentence? Heck, the lupine was struggling to maintain eye contact with him as well! Taking a deep sigh, Wolf tried again. “You’re right. I’ve been a little pushy on you, trying to shove my own desires onto you. It’s not fair, I know. I just...seeing you so soft and plush and huge...” Without warning, Wolf pulled the Fox into a deep embrace, their guts pancaking against each others. “I’ve never been more attracted to you in my life!”
Fox’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He thought his heart my explode from his chest from that last comment. He simply stood there, looking down at the lardy wolf hugging him tightly, before returning the favor. Wolf was so warm and soft, Fox couldn’t help himself but to squeeze the lupine’s flabby back. It was so comforting, no wonder Wolf was enjoying their recent weight gain so much! A strange warmth started flooding inside the fox’s chest, one that made him want to hold onto this mean, gruff, obese, lovable mutt until the end of time.
Seconds passed, then minutes, with neither canine showing any signs of backing off. They were too happy to bask in each other’s softness, their intense emotions slowly subsiding. However, it was Wolf who was the first to pull back, although his broad arms remained wrapped around the fox’s neck as he spoke. “I have a friend who runs a gym on the other side of town. It’s a bit far, I know, but...well, if you’re serious about losing weight, I might be able to get you a membership there.” Wolf grinned.
Fox didn’t need to think much about the offer to know his decision. The vulpine had seen enough of Wolf’s cocky smirks to know that this one was fake. It was a good attempt too, the lupine’s tail was wagging even, but Fox could see the sadness in his eye. Knowing that Wolf genuinely did care about him to let the fox slim back down made the ex-pilot realize something. He didn’t care if he was 200 pounds or 2000, as long as he was in the arms of his rival. “Across the city, you say? Sounds like quite the walk. I better quickly fill up on pizza so I can get the energy to make the trek.”
Wolf chuckled, his tail wagging for real this time. “Are you sure, pup? There’s a lot of empty calories in pizza.”
“Wanna know how sure I am?” Wasting no time, Fox leaned forward and planted a smooch on the wolf’s lips, suppressing a laugh at seeing just how wide the lupine’s eyes grew. What a huge dork! Pulling away, Fox turned around and slowly made his way out of the room, making sure to swing his hips with each step to show off that curvy rump of his. “Betcha I can eat more than you, Flab Wolf. Loser has to do the dishes?”
Wolf was a little slow to recover from the kiss, his paw his chubby muzzle curiously, before grinning and waddling after his obese boyfriend, who squealed and shuffled quicker. “You’re on, Flab Fox!”
That night, Fox single handedly destroyed his record for the most amount of pizzas scarfed down in a single sitting. When he awoke from his food coma the next day, he discovered his shorts had torn and his shirt had ridden up even higher. And he couldn’t have been more proud.
Fox McCloud, Wolf O'Donnel © Nintendo
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 739 x 1280px
I wonder how the rest of Star Fox and Star Wolf would react to their leaders being cuddly fatties?
Nooo this can't be the last one! I really enjoyed this series by the way, thanks for making this!
You're welcome, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Also, I feel like I should mention that there just might be another part or two in the near future!
The picture was perfect on it's own. The face that Fox has on the second panel is perfect and cute. The description was a home run too; like, holy cow. I felt like this was going to happen and it was executed so well. Now these two are officially a pair and I bet the look on Wolf's face was priceless. Outstanding work to the both of you. If you end the story now or do one more, I'll be happy either way; this part was just that great!
That’s great to hear, thank you so much for all of the kind words!!! I’m so glad that you’ve been enjoying this! ^^
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