Small World (Er, Galaxy), Huh? - Part 7 (Page 2)
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Fox was on Cloud 9. In the past he had no idea what a Cloud 9 was; to him, it just sounded like any other nonsense metaphor. It was only recently that he realized Cloud 9 was very real, and that it was something large, grey, and fluffy. The vulpine murred as he wrapped his arms tighter around that large, grey, and fluffy mass, reveling in its softness. “Mmf. God, you’re perfect.”
A deep chuckle emanated above him, and Fox felt a pair of broad arms sliding beneath his own. It started out as a reciprocating squeeze, shoving his face muzzle-deep against that all-encompassing flab, much to the ex-pilot’s delight. Soon, however, Fox was surprised to feel those same arms start to pull the obese fox higher, his sagging white belly sliding against the flabby body below him, until he was face to face with none other than the smirking Wolf. “Are you talking to me, or my belly?”
Fox stared right back, unable to take his eyes off the wolf. His wolf. His rugged, brash, cocky, snarky, handsome devil of a canine. They had been in a relationship for quite some time, yet he simply could never get over just how amazing the lupine looked! The way he showed those sharp white teeth of his whenever he was feeling playful. The way his bright purple eye lit up when something tasty had entered his vision, the way he maintained his threatening demeanour, sporting that soft, yet masculine goatee or his wild and brutish mohawk, despite passing the 600 pound mark quite a while ago. Hell, even his eyepatch made the lupine all the more alluring simply for the fact that the strap had to actually curve around Wolf’s pudgy cheek, emphasizing the ex-pirate’s gains. Wolf was quickly turning into the fattest fur Fox had ever seen before, and they were both loving every second of it!
Wolf snorted playfully, and Fox was brought back to reality as the smell of steak hit his nose. “Too embarrassed to answer, pup? Does that mean I have to compete with my own gut just to get your attention?”
Fox snickered in return and quickly stole a kiss from the wolf’s mouth to get him to stop talking. “Hush, Wolfie. I like all parts of you the same, even if some areas are more noisy than the others.”
“Oh?” Cooed Wolf, who gave a toothy grin to his lover. “Something tells me you like the noisy parts the most.”
“...Shut up!” Fox flushed bright red, much to the lupine’s delight. Feeling his face burn up, the vulpine quickly buried his muzzle against the wolf’s flabby neck, getting a faint whiff of the lupine’s musk.
Lately, Wolf had been going on his own to work out, much to Fox’s dismay. He was genuinely afraid his flabby lover was about to lose all that hard-worked fat, but to his delight, he saw his boyfriend was packing on the pounds faster than ever before! Even if Wolf was gaining muscle, Fox barely felt it at all beneath all that thick, luscious blubber. If those workouts achieved anything, it gave Wolf one hell of a legendary appetite, and consequently a body to match it.
It was that body that Fox had fallen so deeply in love with as he lay nestled in the wolf’s embrace. His heart pounded in his chest, yet the vulpine couldn’t have felt more at ease on top of his flabby bed, hearing the wolf’s heart thump slowly yet powerfully, feeling his lover’s chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. Fox pulled his lover closer, and Wolf in turn learned his fat head closer to nibble on the vulpine’s pointy ears. Fox shuttered, his fluffy tail wagging quickly behind him. So quickly, in fact, that he didn’t notice it brushing against the lupine’s paw until it was too late.
“Gotcha!”
Fox yipped as he felt five strong fingers sink deep into his cushy rear, his eyes widening. He snapped his head towards Wolf, who was giving him that toothy grin once again, his claws still latched around the poor vulpine’s rump. “The dashing rogue charms his way through your defenses, and finds and opening in your rear!” He teases coyly, giving another few hearty squeezes.
Fox huffed and made to strike Wolf’s chest, although he made sure to pull back at the last second so his fists would bounce harmlessly off those two doughy moobs. “You jackass! And here I was enjoying myself, too.”
“Hey, I was enjoying myself too, especially at the end!” Wolf stuck out his tongue, not even bothering to fend off his vicious boyfriend’s assault. “I mean, I couldn’t help myself. You’ve been sitting on your ass so much, it’s gotten too irresistible even for me!”
The vulpine snorted. “It...hasn’t gotten that much bigger,” he whined, gently rubbing at his doughy rump. In fact, he hadn’t grown much at all since their venture to the mall. While Wolf was going out on his workouts, Fox stayed glued to the couch and watched TV all day, only getting up to grab himself another few bags of chips. With such a sedentary lifestyle, he had expected to quickly pile on the pounds, but instead the opposite happened. The vulpine’s appetite sharply decreased now that he wasn’t as active as before, now preferring to snack throughout the day rather than eat entire meals like his wolfish counterpart. This allowed Wolf to quickly overtake Fox as the fattest of the pair, and just like the lupine’s stomach, that gap appeared to get wider every day.
Apparently the few pounds Fox managed to put on went straight to his rump, much to the lupine’s delight as he gave the second cheek a hearty grope. “I’ve been saying you need to get out and exercise more, star flab. At this rate, you’re gonna stay couch bound...of course, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’d love to stay and take care of my precious flabby foxy,” he growled playfully, licking the vulpine’s pudgy muzzle.
Fox grunted and folded his ears bashfully, pushing at the wolf’s chubby cheeks. “I’m not gonna be couch bound, Wolfy. I’m just...I dunno, feeling tired I guess. Haven’t been getting good sleep lately.”
Wolf tut-tutted in a way that made the vulpine think of an overbearing parent. “Too many sweets at bedtime makes you a restless sleeper, pup. Like I said, you need to burn off some stamina if you wanna eat more, sleep more, and most importantly, gain more.”
He didn’t want to admit it, but Wolf had a point. Even if it was weird being told to exercise from someone who’s was literally ripping apart their 6XL shirt, Fox knew that Wolf was well versed in the art of gaining. He was about to say as much, but Wolf just had to keep running his damn mouth. “I mean, if you sit long enough and your ass grows heavy enough, you could give Falco some payback by sitting on him.”
And just like that, Fox’s cheerful, blissful mood vanished. Shattering like a brick thrown through a window. Without remorse, the ex-pilot pushed himself off his lover, leaning against his end of the couch. “Sure. Whatever.”
Even though he was looking away, Fox could hear the couch creak as Wolf sat upright. “C’mon, you’re still upset about that? That was over two weeks ago!”
“Well...kinda! It was humiliating!” Fox stole a glare at the lupine, trying to look as angry as possible. However, his expression softened as he saw the concerned Wolf sitting up, his belly spilling past his knees. God, he was taking up half of the 4-seater couch by himself! Focus, Fox. Focus.
Forcing himself to look away from that marvelous belly, Fox met Wolf’s eye just in time to see the lupine roll it. “Whatever. It’s not like he was in perfect shape either. You saw that potbelly, right?”
Fox frowned. “Of course I did, but he was still pretty damn thin compared to me!”
“So?”
“So it gave him every right to make fun of me! ‘Woah, Fox, did you eat a yogaball or somethin’? You’re huge!’ He kept going on and on for, like, half an hour!” The vulpine growled, trying to imitate the avian’s brooklyn accent.
Wolf once again rolled his eye. “Yeah, I know, I was there. I was also the target of his insults too, ya know. ‘Hey, Wolf! I thought I felt the ground shaking!’ If you weren’t so paranoid, you would have noticed how he wasn’t laughing at us, but with us. Hell, I even got him to admit he surpassed his Arwing’s weight limit!”
Fox felt his throat tighten, his claws digging into his palms. “But the stares, Wolf. So many furs kept staring at us, gawking like we were some sort of freak show attraction!”
“Maybe they were staring because Falco has a loud, obnoxious voice?! Get a grip, Fox, you can’t keep assuming everyone thinks the worst of you because you’ve put on weight.”
“But...but they think I’m just some fat slob who sits on his ass all day.”
“Fox...that’s honestly not too far from the truth.”
Wolf was right. So, so, right. Fox felt his vision get cloudy. “You don’t get it, Wolf-”
“You’re right, Fox, I don’t get it!” Wolf snapped, sitting upright in his seat. Fox’s eyes widened. He hadn’t seen the lupine get this angry since...ever! Not even in their dogfighting days of old did he ever look so livid! Even with 600 pounds of blubber coating his frame, the ex-pirate looked downright menacing!
“I don’t know what it’s like to be a hero, or how to look good in the public eye! All I know is that even after being pardoned, I’m still viewed as a criminal and a traitor to everyone in the freaking solar system! I wasn’t the son of some legendary pilot who saved the day again and again, I was the bastard child of a drunkard who left me in the slums at age 7. If there’s anything I learned during that time, it’s that the only person’s opinion you should worry about is your own!”
Fox’s heart rose to his chest, the fur on his neck prickling up. He was terrified, not for his own safety, but at the realization that all of his complaining had brought out this rage within Wolf. He never once thought to ask Wolf how he gets by being so fat in public. Knowing that his boyfriend had to practically fend for himself at a young age, to the point where he was conditioned to be so distrusting and distant...it was such a stark difference from his own lofty upbringing.
The room was awfully quiet, save for the sounds of Wolf’s heavy breathing. Fox felt shame, more shame than he ever could in public. He was actually starting to value the opinions of a few nameless strangers overs Wolf’s, no, his own opinion of himself. Deep down, he also knew that Falco meant nothing malicious over his teasing; in fact, he had gotten several texts from the loudmouthed falcon to meet up over a burger sometime.
Fox made to get up and leave, to walk around and sort things out in his head better, but he stopped when he heard Wolf speak up. “Wait.”
He turned his head, only to see the powerful lupine lean his chubby head against the fox’s broad shoulder, sighing sadly. “Sorry...That was harsh of me…”
Fox regarded the handsome head pressing against him, and rubbed his chubby cheek against it. “I’m sorry too, Wolf. I should just shut up about my own personal problems and deal with them myself.”
“I don’t want you to do that.”
Fox folded his ears and looked up to the lupine, who gave him that rare, caring look of his. “We’re in this together now, pup. A problem of yours is a problem of mine. Besides, you were right: I don’t get it. I don’t know what it’s like to be you at all.”
Fox didn’t retort. He didn’t want to keep talking about it anymore. He just wanted to continue leaning against his Wolfie, feeling that strong, yet flabby lupine supporting him, giving him a shoulder to lean on when he felt down. Despite what they just went through right now, Fox couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a very bittersweet moment, one he would cherish forever.
Unfortunately, that moment was ruined by a rather loud growl from the fox’s stomach. The ex-pilot blushed softly and looked up at Wolf, who was back to grinning that toothy grin. “Heh, looks like all that stress gave you your appetite back.” Wolf cooed, placing his paws on that soft white belly.
Fox snickered, pressing Wolf’s paws deeper into his own paunch. “Looks like it, doesn’t it? Wanna grab dinner soon?”
“Actually,” Wolf’s eye lit up, “I have an idea. Why don’t we settle this over a little competition?”
Fox’s eyes widened. “A-a competition?” He muttered, gulping on reflex.
Sensing his boyfriend’s apprehension, the lupine chuckled. “It won’t be anything physical like a sumo wrestling match, pup, although I would love to try that with you sometime. You’ve grown quite out of shape this past month, and I’m pretty sure I’m a weight class higher than you,” Wolf smirked, grabbing and shaking his bulbous belly with both arms. “Nah, I’m thinking we do an eating contest.”
Fox blinked. He wasn’t much more confident on beating Wolf at that kind of contest either, especially with the way the lupine had been, well, wolfing down meals lately. “What’s at stake here?”
“Nothing big, don’t worry, pup. If you win, I won’t bother you any more about trying to get you off the couch. You’re free to laze and eat to your heart's content, but don’t expect me to roll you around anytime soon. If I win, though, you gotta come with me to the community pool twice a week. You don’t need to do laps or anything, just wade around a bit to loosen up your joints and such.”
The community pool. It was well into summer now, which meant they would be surrounded by furs the moment they stepped into the water. And considering how much space the two of them took up, they were bound to be pushed around as well. Fox looked up at Wolf, and was met with that same caring look he had received just a few moments before they started fighting. C’mon, pup, it’ll be for your own good. I know how much you liked our date, at least before Falco showed up.
“Alright, I’m in.”
Wolf’s lips curled into a smile. “Fantastic. You just wait your beautiful big butt right here while Wolfie takes care of everything.” And with that, Wolf gave a kiss on the cheek and parted ways, leaving Fox alone to psyche himself up.
And what better way to do that then by watching the Food Network while he waited?
He waited. He waited and waited and waited. The vulpine learned how to make bacon mac n’ cheese and double stuffed jalapeno poppers before feeling a little nervous. What was taking Wolf so long? He was just supposed to get food for their competition, right? The anticipation of the sheer quantity of food his lupine boyfriend would most likely bring back loomed over the ex-pilot, who stared down at his doughy white middle nervously. “C’mon, tum. Win this one for me, just to stick it to that know-it-all!”
His stomach grumbled, and Fox grinned. “Atta boy!”
Fortunately, Wolf was not around to witness that interesting exchange, but he did arrive a mere five minutes later carrying a box propped up on his belly. Fox turned around to greet his boyfriend. “What took ya so long? Got stuck in a doorway?” He asked, quickly realizing the answer to his own question.
Wolf soon brought in another box, and then another, and then another, the canine’s thick arms flexing as he carried what could only be dozens of pounds of food! Fox watched with awe as their living room was filled up with delicious-smelling containers, the lupine even rolling in several kegs of- “Milkshakes,” the lupine smirked, patting the cold kegs once he was finished. “Don’t worry, pup, this isn’t a drinking contest. Otherwise I’d floor you there, too.”
Fox was absolutely stunned. He had expected something a great feast, but this was something else entirely! Their meals were already extravagantly huge, but this was enough food to feed them for a week, or an average family a month! Was this seriously all just for the contest? “H-hey, Wolfie. I-”
“Oh, almost forgot!” With one arm wiping sweat from his forehead, the lupine reached into his pocket with his free arm and lazily tossed a strange watch-like device towards Fox, who failed to catch it as it landed on his gut with a plop. “Check it out, they were selling these weird modified Fitbits at one of the fast food places. They’re called FatBats, and they’re supposed to monitor your calorie intake and encourage you to gain as quickly as possible. Ain’t it neat?” The wolf beamed proudly, his fluffy tail wagging as he lifted his arm up, revealing the same watch strapped tightly to his doughy wrist. “Since I prefer meats and you prefer sweets (although I still want you to eat at least a little protein, it’s good for you after all), I figured we don’t have to split the meal 50/50 and instead try to outdo the other with sheer calorie intake instead, since, ya know, these things track that. Ain’t that something?”
“Uh, yeah.” Fox blinked. He hadn’t seen Wolf so enthusiastic before. He almost sounded like Fox did when they went to the movies a few weeks ago! Honestly, Fox loved this side of Wolf a lot. It was cute seeing the other side of this stone cold mercenary, the side that had interests and passions and weird little quirks.
While Wolf set up the feast, Fox strapped the FatBat onto his wrist, wincing a bit as it dug into his fleshy arm. With only a few button presses, the FatBat not only could read Fox’s BMI (“Wow, that’s a high number!”) but also read how much Fox needed to eat in order to gain 10 pounds in one day: roughly 60k. Judging from the size of their meal, however, Fox figured that wouldn’t be a problem today.
Soon, Fox was drawn away from his new watch when he heard the noisy creak from the couch across from him, the obese wolf sighing as he flopped down. “Sheesh, that took longer than I thought. If you weren’t such a wimp, I’d have you come help me.”
Fox rolled his eyes. “Hush, you. What’s the point of lifting all those weights if you can’t even manage a box of food?”
Wolf snickered. “Good one, pup. At least your wits are quick.” The lupine nudged Fox’s gut with his leg. “So, ready for our nice, romantic meal?”
Fox sat upright and looked at the spread before them. Their first course, which was an entire meal of itself, consisted of fruit cake, pumpkin pie, an entire roast turkey, medium-rare steak, a birthday cake, two mounds of Jell-O, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. The tubby vulpine had to bite his lip to suppress a groan of hunger. Wolf was teasing him with all those sweet, sugary treats, knowing he’d go for those first and fill up quicker. For all he knew, Wolf bought the low-calorie variety of sweets to ensure his own victory. Clever lupine. “Hey, Wolfie? Don’t you think this is a bit much?” Fox muttered, looking behind him at the countless other boxes waiting to be eaten.
“Oh relax. This is the best type of bet for men of our...stature,” Wolf grinned and leaned against the armrest, gesturing to his dome of a gut.
That was true. Very true. With how lazy Fox had grown, this was his best chance at defeating Wolf in a contest. In all honesty, the vulpine didn’t really care if he ended up being allowed to laze around all day or being forced into coming to the pool with Wolf; he was just eager to knock Wolf’s ego down a peg or two.
“3”
Fox quickly primed his FatBat, setting it to zero. His ears flickered as he heard a similar beep from his left, indicating Wolf had done the same.
“2”
Gulping nervously, Fox casted one quick glance at the entire table. He should go for the meats first, especially that greasy seasoned turkey. Wolf may be stronger, but he’s never been one for speed; even out of shape, Fox should beat him in that regard.
“1”
Fox’s eyes darted towards Wolf, his jaw dropping. The lupine was grinning back, holding a forkful of cake by his maw! So the sweets weren’t low calorie after all! That mischievous mutt!
“Go!”
Like a pack of savage canines, the two bloated pilots dove into their food, Wolf shoving the forkful of cake into his gullet while Fox tackled the nearest plate of Jell-O. Manners were thrown out the window as they munched, snarfed and gobbled up anything edible in arms reach.
To anyone else watching, they were a pair of overweight slobs too desperate to stuff their faces to realize how loudly they were eating, yet in their minds they were two archrivals engaged in combat. Fox hadn’t felt this much adrenaline coursing through him since the last time he had battled Wolf in their respective fighter jets: diving, turning, barrel-rolling, pulling out all the stops needed to secure victory.
This was no different. Under the realization that all their food was, indeed, quite heavy in calories, Fox made sure to shove as much Jell-O into his maw, seeing as how it was the easiest to consume. Meanwhile, Wolf went straight for the cake, which was much more airy than it initially looked, leaving him to secure slightly less calories in favor in taking up less room in their stomach.
The food may be sweet, but their rivalry was bitter.
Fox’s paws were a blur as he ate, using his incredible speed to his advantage. Both mounds of Jell-O had vanished into his Jell-O belly before Wolf ate half of his cake, quickly going for the cookies next. Surely, he was in the lead when it came to calories, but he didn’t dare look for a second and waste any precious time. He knew there was simply too much food to be eaten by the two of them, yet he somehow imagined Wolf being able to clear away everything if he wasn’t careful.
From Jell-O onto cookies, and from there onto the pumpkin pie, Fox ate. He could feel himself start to bloat out, his rate of eating slowing down just enough to where he could actually taste the food again. His shirt was starting to ride up even more than it was before, his gut inflating before him like a balloon. They hadn’t even finished the first course, and he was already feeling fatter! Hell, he swore his sleeves were starting to get tighter as well. After finishing up their first course, Fox grinned and patted his stomach. He couldn’t wait to weigh himself the next day.
The next course was opened up before them, the two canines going back to stuffing their faces without so much as a grunt towards each other. They gave each other shifty glares full of malice, as if trying to intimidate the other out of the contest, even though neither of them had any plans of stopping. Fox snorted as he crammed two whole chicken fingers in his maw at once, washing it down with a jug of soda. Despite his fierce rivalry with Wolf, he honestly didn’t want this night to end. So much delicious food, spending time with his boyfriend, feeling the two of them gaining weight side by side, it was all so romantic. A part of him wished they could keep eating forever and ever.
That part of him started to vanish somewhere around their fourth course.
Fox groaned, belching loudly the moment he opened his maw. He had eaten countless calories, so much so that he was certain he maxed out his FatBat already. His tongue was numb, actually numb, with the sheer amount of flavors it had tasted in a little over an hour. Letting loose a second belch, followed by a quieter hiccup, the expansive fox reached for another loaf of carrot cake, grunting as he had to reach passed his bulbous stomach.
His bulbous stomach which now rested on the table.
Everytime he glanced down on himself, Fox was surprised at how massive he was. His belly, which was once content to simply rest on his thighs, now extended far beyond his reach and pressed against the edge of the table! His shirt was tearing at the seems, his sleeves squeezing tightly against his tubby forearms. God, he felt so unreasonably heavy. He must be fatter than Wolf was before they started this contest!
And speaking of Wolf…
Fox risked a quick peak over, his enormous cheeks blushing hotly. Whereas Fox’s belly was pressing against the table, Wolf’s was pushing away empty plates! At least Fox’s shirt could still fit around his moobs somewhat; Wolf’s on the other hand was straining to do just that! The lupine swallowed nearly half a drumstick whole, glancing towards Fox. “What’s - bwuurp - wrong, pup? Full already?” He grinned, showing off his stained teeth.
“You wish,” Fox retorted. He could see it in Wolf’s expression, his fatass boyfriend was stuffed too. He still had a chance. Groaning, he reached over his side, fumbling around for one of the hoses leading to the kegs of milkshake. Man, even that was exhausting!
He found one, and plopped it into his maw, quickly suckling on the tube. Soon the sweet and filling taste of strawberry entered his maw, his eyes closing as he drank away. Fox used both free paws to rub and knead around his drum-taunt belly, feeling it continue to expand.
He drank.
Fox closed his eyes, his arms weakly resting against his middle.
He drank.
His white gut was pushing away plates now just like Wolf’s was.
He drank.
His love handles started eclipsing the armrest of the couch, which was groaning louder by the second.
He drank.
He was pressing against his equally-flabby partner more and more with every gulp. This much contact would have been ecstasy for the Fox if he wasn’t so painfully bloated.
He drank.
The green shirt ripped and tore apart, his arms forced out wider as they grew too tight for the sleeves before eventually tearing through that as well.
He drank.
Faint stretch marks appeared on his belly, thin pink lines wrapping around his marshmallow middle. Fox was at his limit, stars starting to swirl around in his vision.
But still he drank, until he finally finished the first keg.
Without moving, Fox spat out the tube and belched, groaning in pain. He threw his head back, as if trying to give his massive middle as much room as possible. “That’s it...I give up.” It was embarrassing, throwing in the towel after psyching himself up so much. Any more food, though, and he’d definitely pop!
“Wolf?”
Even after admitting defeat, Fox could still hear Wolf munching away greedily. He peeked one eye open, just in time to watch as the collar of the lupine’s shirt finally tore off, leaving him entirely shirtless!
And Fox thought he was fat.
Wolf was, without a doubt, enormous! His stomach was actually causing the table the crack beneath its weight! The lupine was a large grey orb with a wolf attached to it, still growing wider and rounder with no end in sight. How the great lummox was still able to keep eating, Fox would never know, it’s not like he could reach anywhere near the table anymore. Maybe he had some unseen device to pull the food closer to him that Fox couldn’t see, or perhaps he just had that strong of a gravitational pull.
Regardless, Wolf really was like a small moon, mindlessly eating and adding more mass to himself. It was only when he finished the last of his third birthday cake did the lupine belch, slumping back. “Ahh...Well well well! It looks like I-”
A loud creaking sound was enough to send shivers down both their spines. The two enormous boyfriends looked at each other with horror as they realized the gravity (no pun intended) of their situation. Like dominos, everything happened one after another. First, both of their shirts blew off them, both white and grey dominating the space on top of the table. Then, said table collapsing beneath it’s bourdain, able to carry dozens of meals yet not the weight of two canine stomachs. Finally, with all their weight now situation on the four-seater couch, the last piece of furniture practically exploded beneath them, sending them onto the ground with enough force to send cracks along the hardwood floor.
The room was an absolute mess, covered in broken wood, shattered plates, and dominated by two of the fattest pilots in the world. Fox knew he’d have to clean this up eventually, but right now he just didn’t care. He was too full to really do anything.
Wolf, on the other hand, didn’t even let that stand in the way of proclaiming his victory. *Urp*...I…*hic*...win…”
Fox McCloud, Wolf O'Donnel © Nintendo
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Fox was on Cloud 9. In the past he had no idea what a Cloud 9 was; to him, it just sounded like any other nonsense metaphor. It was only recently that he realized Cloud 9 was very real, and that it was something large, grey, and fluffy. The vulpine murred as he wrapped his arms tighter around that large, grey, and fluffy mass, reveling in its softness. “Mmf. God, you’re perfect.”
A deep chuckle emanated above him, and Fox felt a pair of broad arms sliding beneath his own. It started out as a reciprocating squeeze, shoving his face muzzle-deep against that all-encompassing flab, much to the ex-pilot’s delight. Soon, however, Fox was surprised to feel those same arms start to pull the obese fox higher, his sagging white belly sliding against the flabby body below him, until he was face to face with none other than the smirking Wolf. “Are you talking to me, or my belly?”
Fox stared right back, unable to take his eyes off the wolf. His wolf. His rugged, brash, cocky, snarky, handsome devil of a canine. They had been in a relationship for quite some time, yet he simply could never get over just how amazing the lupine looked! The way he showed those sharp white teeth of his whenever he was feeling playful. The way his bright purple eye lit up when something tasty had entered his vision, the way he maintained his threatening demeanour, sporting that soft, yet masculine goatee or his wild and brutish mohawk, despite passing the 600 pound mark quite a while ago. Hell, even his eyepatch made the lupine all the more alluring simply for the fact that the strap had to actually curve around Wolf’s pudgy cheek, emphasizing the ex-pirate’s gains. Wolf was quickly turning into the fattest fur Fox had ever seen before, and they were both loving every second of it!
Wolf snorted playfully, and Fox was brought back to reality as the smell of steak hit his nose. “Too embarrassed to answer, pup? Does that mean I have to compete with my own gut just to get your attention?”
Fox snickered in return and quickly stole a kiss from the wolf’s mouth to get him to stop talking. “Hush, Wolfie. I like all parts of you the same, even if some areas are more noisy than the others.”
“Oh?” Cooed Wolf, who gave a toothy grin to his lover. “Something tells me you like the noisy parts the most.”
“...Shut up!” Fox flushed bright red, much to the lupine’s delight. Feeling his face burn up, the vulpine quickly buried his muzzle against the wolf’s flabby neck, getting a faint whiff of the lupine’s musk.
Lately, Wolf had been going on his own to work out, much to Fox’s dismay. He was genuinely afraid his flabby lover was about to lose all that hard-worked fat, but to his delight, he saw his boyfriend was packing on the pounds faster than ever before! Even if Wolf was gaining muscle, Fox barely felt it at all beneath all that thick, luscious blubber. If those workouts achieved anything, it gave Wolf one hell of a legendary appetite, and consequently a body to match it.
It was that body that Fox had fallen so deeply in love with as he lay nestled in the wolf’s embrace. His heart pounded in his chest, yet the vulpine couldn’t have felt more at ease on top of his flabby bed, hearing the wolf’s heart thump slowly yet powerfully, feeling his lover’s chest rise and fall as he took deep breaths. Fox pulled his lover closer, and Wolf in turn learned his fat head closer to nibble on the vulpine’s pointy ears. Fox shuttered, his fluffy tail wagging quickly behind him. So quickly, in fact, that he didn’t notice it brushing against the lupine’s paw until it was too late.
“Gotcha!”
Fox yipped as he felt five strong fingers sink deep into his cushy rear, his eyes widening. He snapped his head towards Wolf, who was giving him that toothy grin once again, his claws still latched around the poor vulpine’s rump. “The dashing rogue charms his way through your defenses, and finds and opening in your rear!” He teases coyly, giving another few hearty squeezes.
Fox huffed and made to strike Wolf’s chest, although he made sure to pull back at the last second so his fists would bounce harmlessly off those two doughy moobs. “You jackass! And here I was enjoying myself, too.”
“Hey, I was enjoying myself too, especially at the end!” Wolf stuck out his tongue, not even bothering to fend off his vicious boyfriend’s assault. “I mean, I couldn’t help myself. You’ve been sitting on your ass so much, it’s gotten too irresistible even for me!”
The vulpine snorted. “It...hasn’t gotten that much bigger,” he whined, gently rubbing at his doughy rump. In fact, he hadn’t grown much at all since their venture to the mall. While Wolf was going out on his workouts, Fox stayed glued to the couch and watched TV all day, only getting up to grab himself another few bags of chips. With such a sedentary lifestyle, he had expected to quickly pile on the pounds, but instead the opposite happened. The vulpine’s appetite sharply decreased now that he wasn’t as active as before, now preferring to snack throughout the day rather than eat entire meals like his wolfish counterpart. This allowed Wolf to quickly overtake Fox as the fattest of the pair, and just like the lupine’s stomach, that gap appeared to get wider every day.
Apparently the few pounds Fox managed to put on went straight to his rump, much to the lupine’s delight as he gave the second cheek a hearty grope. “I’ve been saying you need to get out and exercise more, star flab. At this rate, you’re gonna stay couch bound...of course, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’d love to stay and take care of my precious flabby foxy,” he growled playfully, licking the vulpine’s pudgy muzzle.
Fox grunted and folded his ears bashfully, pushing at the wolf’s chubby cheeks. “I’m not gonna be couch bound, Wolfy. I’m just...I dunno, feeling tired I guess. Haven’t been getting good sleep lately.”
Wolf tut-tutted in a way that made the vulpine think of an overbearing parent. “Too many sweets at bedtime makes you a restless sleeper, pup. Like I said, you need to burn off some stamina if you wanna eat more, sleep more, and most importantly, gain more.”
He didn’t want to admit it, but Wolf had a point. Even if it was weird being told to exercise from someone who’s was literally ripping apart their 6XL shirt, Fox knew that Wolf was well versed in the art of gaining. He was about to say as much, but Wolf just had to keep running his damn mouth. “I mean, if you sit long enough and your ass grows heavy enough, you could give Falco some payback by sitting on him.”
And just like that, Fox’s cheerful, blissful mood vanished. Shattering like a brick thrown through a window. Without remorse, the ex-pilot pushed himself off his lover, leaning against his end of the couch. “Sure. Whatever.”
Even though he was looking away, Fox could hear the couch creak as Wolf sat upright. “C’mon, you’re still upset about that? That was over two weeks ago!”
“Well...kinda! It was humiliating!” Fox stole a glare at the lupine, trying to look as angry as possible. However, his expression softened as he saw the concerned Wolf sitting up, his belly spilling past his knees. God, he was taking up half of the 4-seater couch by himself! Focus, Fox. Focus.
Forcing himself to look away from that marvelous belly, Fox met Wolf’s eye just in time to see the lupine roll it. “Whatever. It’s not like he was in perfect shape either. You saw that potbelly, right?”
Fox frowned. “Of course I did, but he was still pretty damn thin compared to me!”
“So?”
“So it gave him every right to make fun of me! ‘Woah, Fox, did you eat a yogaball or somethin’? You’re huge!’ He kept going on and on for, like, half an hour!” The vulpine growled, trying to imitate the avian’s brooklyn accent.
Wolf once again rolled his eye. “Yeah, I know, I was there. I was also the target of his insults too, ya know. ‘Hey, Wolf! I thought I felt the ground shaking!’ If you weren’t so paranoid, you would have noticed how he wasn’t laughing at us, but with us. Hell, I even got him to admit he surpassed his Arwing’s weight limit!”
Fox felt his throat tighten, his claws digging into his palms. “But the stares, Wolf. So many furs kept staring at us, gawking like we were some sort of freak show attraction!”
“Maybe they were staring because Falco has a loud, obnoxious voice?! Get a grip, Fox, you can’t keep assuming everyone thinks the worst of you because you’ve put on weight.”
“But...but they think I’m just some fat slob who sits on his ass all day.”
“Fox...that’s honestly not too far from the truth.”
Wolf was right. So, so, right. Fox felt his vision get cloudy. “You don’t get it, Wolf-”
“You’re right, Fox, I don’t get it!” Wolf snapped, sitting upright in his seat. Fox’s eyes widened. He hadn’t seen the lupine get this angry since...ever! Not even in their dogfighting days of old did he ever look so livid! Even with 600 pounds of blubber coating his frame, the ex-pirate looked downright menacing!
“I don’t know what it’s like to be a hero, or how to look good in the public eye! All I know is that even after being pardoned, I’m still viewed as a criminal and a traitor to everyone in the freaking solar system! I wasn’t the son of some legendary pilot who saved the day again and again, I was the bastard child of a drunkard who left me in the slums at age 7. If there’s anything I learned during that time, it’s that the only person’s opinion you should worry about is your own!”
Fox’s heart rose to his chest, the fur on his neck prickling up. He was terrified, not for his own safety, but at the realization that all of his complaining had brought out this rage within Wolf. He never once thought to ask Wolf how he gets by being so fat in public. Knowing that his boyfriend had to practically fend for himself at a young age, to the point where he was conditioned to be so distrusting and distant...it was such a stark difference from his own lofty upbringing.
The room was awfully quiet, save for the sounds of Wolf’s heavy breathing. Fox felt shame, more shame than he ever could in public. He was actually starting to value the opinions of a few nameless strangers overs Wolf’s, no, his own opinion of himself. Deep down, he also knew that Falco meant nothing malicious over his teasing; in fact, he had gotten several texts from the loudmouthed falcon to meet up over a burger sometime.
Fox made to get up and leave, to walk around and sort things out in his head better, but he stopped when he heard Wolf speak up. “Wait.”
He turned his head, only to see the powerful lupine lean his chubby head against the fox’s broad shoulder, sighing sadly. “Sorry...That was harsh of me…”
Fox regarded the handsome head pressing against him, and rubbed his chubby cheek against it. “I’m sorry too, Wolf. I should just shut up about my own personal problems and deal with them myself.”
“I don’t want you to do that.”
Fox folded his ears and looked up to the lupine, who gave him that rare, caring look of his. “We’re in this together now, pup. A problem of yours is a problem of mine. Besides, you were right: I don’t get it. I don’t know what it’s like to be you at all.”
Fox didn’t retort. He didn’t want to keep talking about it anymore. He just wanted to continue leaning against his Wolfie, feeling that strong, yet flabby lupine supporting him, giving him a shoulder to lean on when he felt down. Despite what they just went through right now, Fox couldn’t help but smile softly. It was a very bittersweet moment, one he would cherish forever.
Unfortunately, that moment was ruined by a rather loud growl from the fox’s stomach. The ex-pilot blushed softly and looked up at Wolf, who was back to grinning that toothy grin. “Heh, looks like all that stress gave you your appetite back.” Wolf cooed, placing his paws on that soft white belly.
Fox snickered, pressing Wolf’s paws deeper into his own paunch. “Looks like it, doesn’t it? Wanna grab dinner soon?”
“Actually,” Wolf’s eye lit up, “I have an idea. Why don’t we settle this over a little competition?”
Fox’s eyes widened. “A-a competition?” He muttered, gulping on reflex.
Sensing his boyfriend’s apprehension, the lupine chuckled. “It won’t be anything physical like a sumo wrestling match, pup, although I would love to try that with you sometime. You’ve grown quite out of shape this past month, and I’m pretty sure I’m a weight class higher than you,” Wolf smirked, grabbing and shaking his bulbous belly with both arms. “Nah, I’m thinking we do an eating contest.”
Fox blinked. He wasn’t much more confident on beating Wolf at that kind of contest either, especially with the way the lupine had been, well, wolfing down meals lately. “What’s at stake here?”
“Nothing big, don’t worry, pup. If you win, I won’t bother you any more about trying to get you off the couch. You’re free to laze and eat to your heart's content, but don’t expect me to roll you around anytime soon. If I win, though, you gotta come with me to the community pool twice a week. You don’t need to do laps or anything, just wade around a bit to loosen up your joints and such.”
The community pool. It was well into summer now, which meant they would be surrounded by furs the moment they stepped into the water. And considering how much space the two of them took up, they were bound to be pushed around as well. Fox looked up at Wolf, and was met with that same caring look he had received just a few moments before they started fighting. C’mon, pup, it’ll be for your own good. I know how much you liked our date, at least before Falco showed up.
“Alright, I’m in.”
Wolf’s lips curled into a smile. “Fantastic. You just wait your beautiful big butt right here while Wolfie takes care of everything.” And with that, Wolf gave a kiss on the cheek and parted ways, leaving Fox alone to psyche himself up.
And what better way to do that then by watching the Food Network while he waited?
He waited. He waited and waited and waited. The vulpine learned how to make bacon mac n’ cheese and double stuffed jalapeno poppers before feeling a little nervous. What was taking Wolf so long? He was just supposed to get food for their competition, right? The anticipation of the sheer quantity of food his lupine boyfriend would most likely bring back loomed over the ex-pilot, who stared down at his doughy white middle nervously. “C’mon, tum. Win this one for me, just to stick it to that know-it-all!”
His stomach grumbled, and Fox grinned. “Atta boy!”
Fortunately, Wolf was not around to witness that interesting exchange, but he did arrive a mere five minutes later carrying a box propped up on his belly. Fox turned around to greet his boyfriend. “What took ya so long? Got stuck in a doorway?” He asked, quickly realizing the answer to his own question.
Wolf soon brought in another box, and then another, and then another, the canine’s thick arms flexing as he carried what could only be dozens of pounds of food! Fox watched with awe as their living room was filled up with delicious-smelling containers, the lupine even rolling in several kegs of- “Milkshakes,” the lupine smirked, patting the cold kegs once he was finished. “Don’t worry, pup, this isn’t a drinking contest. Otherwise I’d floor you there, too.”
Fox was absolutely stunned. He had expected something a great feast, but this was something else entirely! Their meals were already extravagantly huge, but this was enough food to feed them for a week, or an average family a month! Was this seriously all just for the contest? “H-hey, Wolfie. I-”
“Oh, almost forgot!” With one arm wiping sweat from his forehead, the lupine reached into his pocket with his free arm and lazily tossed a strange watch-like device towards Fox, who failed to catch it as it landed on his gut with a plop. “Check it out, they were selling these weird modified Fitbits at one of the fast food places. They’re called FatBats, and they’re supposed to monitor your calorie intake and encourage you to gain as quickly as possible. Ain’t it neat?” The wolf beamed proudly, his fluffy tail wagging as he lifted his arm up, revealing the same watch strapped tightly to his doughy wrist. “Since I prefer meats and you prefer sweets (although I still want you to eat at least a little protein, it’s good for you after all), I figured we don’t have to split the meal 50/50 and instead try to outdo the other with sheer calorie intake instead, since, ya know, these things track that. Ain’t that something?”
“Uh, yeah.” Fox blinked. He hadn’t seen Wolf so enthusiastic before. He almost sounded like Fox did when they went to the movies a few weeks ago! Honestly, Fox loved this side of Wolf a lot. It was cute seeing the other side of this stone cold mercenary, the side that had interests and passions and weird little quirks.
While Wolf set up the feast, Fox strapped the FatBat onto his wrist, wincing a bit as it dug into his fleshy arm. With only a few button presses, the FatBat not only could read Fox’s BMI (“Wow, that’s a high number!”) but also read how much Fox needed to eat in order to gain 10 pounds in one day: roughly 60k. Judging from the size of their meal, however, Fox figured that wouldn’t be a problem today.
Soon, Fox was drawn away from his new watch when he heard the noisy creak from the couch across from him, the obese wolf sighing as he flopped down. “Sheesh, that took longer than I thought. If you weren’t such a wimp, I’d have you come help me.”
Fox rolled his eyes. “Hush, you. What’s the point of lifting all those weights if you can’t even manage a box of food?”
Wolf snickered. “Good one, pup. At least your wits are quick.” The lupine nudged Fox’s gut with his leg. “So, ready for our nice, romantic meal?”
Fox sat upright and looked at the spread before them. Their first course, which was an entire meal of itself, consisted of fruit cake, pumpkin pie, an entire roast turkey, medium-rare steak, a birthday cake, two mounds of Jell-O, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. The tubby vulpine had to bite his lip to suppress a groan of hunger. Wolf was teasing him with all those sweet, sugary treats, knowing he’d go for those first and fill up quicker. For all he knew, Wolf bought the low-calorie variety of sweets to ensure his own victory. Clever lupine. “Hey, Wolfie? Don’t you think this is a bit much?” Fox muttered, looking behind him at the countless other boxes waiting to be eaten.
“Oh relax. This is the best type of bet for men of our...stature,” Wolf grinned and leaned against the armrest, gesturing to his dome of a gut.
That was true. Very true. With how lazy Fox had grown, this was his best chance at defeating Wolf in a contest. In all honesty, the vulpine didn’t really care if he ended up being allowed to laze around all day or being forced into coming to the pool with Wolf; he was just eager to knock Wolf’s ego down a peg or two.
“3”
Fox quickly primed his FatBat, setting it to zero. His ears flickered as he heard a similar beep from his left, indicating Wolf had done the same.
“2”
Gulping nervously, Fox casted one quick glance at the entire table. He should go for the meats first, especially that greasy seasoned turkey. Wolf may be stronger, but he’s never been one for speed; even out of shape, Fox should beat him in that regard.
“1”
Fox’s eyes darted towards Wolf, his jaw dropping. The lupine was grinning back, holding a forkful of cake by his maw! So the sweets weren’t low calorie after all! That mischievous mutt!
“Go!”
Like a pack of savage canines, the two bloated pilots dove into their food, Wolf shoving the forkful of cake into his gullet while Fox tackled the nearest plate of Jell-O. Manners were thrown out the window as they munched, snarfed and gobbled up anything edible in arms reach.
To anyone else watching, they were a pair of overweight slobs too desperate to stuff their faces to realize how loudly they were eating, yet in their minds they were two archrivals engaged in combat. Fox hadn’t felt this much adrenaline coursing through him since the last time he had battled Wolf in their respective fighter jets: diving, turning, barrel-rolling, pulling out all the stops needed to secure victory.
This was no different. Under the realization that all their food was, indeed, quite heavy in calories, Fox made sure to shove as much Jell-O into his maw, seeing as how it was the easiest to consume. Meanwhile, Wolf went straight for the cake, which was much more airy than it initially looked, leaving him to secure slightly less calories in favor in taking up less room in their stomach.
The food may be sweet, but their rivalry was bitter.
Fox’s paws were a blur as he ate, using his incredible speed to his advantage. Both mounds of Jell-O had vanished into his Jell-O belly before Wolf ate half of his cake, quickly going for the cookies next. Surely, he was in the lead when it came to calories, but he didn’t dare look for a second and waste any precious time. He knew there was simply too much food to be eaten by the two of them, yet he somehow imagined Wolf being able to clear away everything if he wasn’t careful.
From Jell-O onto cookies, and from there onto the pumpkin pie, Fox ate. He could feel himself start to bloat out, his rate of eating slowing down just enough to where he could actually taste the food again. His shirt was starting to ride up even more than it was before, his gut inflating before him like a balloon. They hadn’t even finished the first course, and he was already feeling fatter! Hell, he swore his sleeves were starting to get tighter as well. After finishing up their first course, Fox grinned and patted his stomach. He couldn’t wait to weigh himself the next day.
The next course was opened up before them, the two canines going back to stuffing their faces without so much as a grunt towards each other. They gave each other shifty glares full of malice, as if trying to intimidate the other out of the contest, even though neither of them had any plans of stopping. Fox snorted as he crammed two whole chicken fingers in his maw at once, washing it down with a jug of soda. Despite his fierce rivalry with Wolf, he honestly didn’t want this night to end. So much delicious food, spending time with his boyfriend, feeling the two of them gaining weight side by side, it was all so romantic. A part of him wished they could keep eating forever and ever.
That part of him started to vanish somewhere around their fourth course.
Fox groaned, belching loudly the moment he opened his maw. He had eaten countless calories, so much so that he was certain he maxed out his FatBat already. His tongue was numb, actually numb, with the sheer amount of flavors it had tasted in a little over an hour. Letting loose a second belch, followed by a quieter hiccup, the expansive fox reached for another loaf of carrot cake, grunting as he had to reach passed his bulbous stomach.
His bulbous stomach which now rested on the table.
Everytime he glanced down on himself, Fox was surprised at how massive he was. His belly, which was once content to simply rest on his thighs, now extended far beyond his reach and pressed against the edge of the table! His shirt was tearing at the seems, his sleeves squeezing tightly against his tubby forearms. God, he felt so unreasonably heavy. He must be fatter than Wolf was before they started this contest!
And speaking of Wolf…
Fox risked a quick peak over, his enormous cheeks blushing hotly. Whereas Fox’s belly was pressing against the table, Wolf’s was pushing away empty plates! At least Fox’s shirt could still fit around his moobs somewhat; Wolf’s on the other hand was straining to do just that! The lupine swallowed nearly half a drumstick whole, glancing towards Fox. “What’s - bwuurp - wrong, pup? Full already?” He grinned, showing off his stained teeth.
“You wish,” Fox retorted. He could see it in Wolf’s expression, his fatass boyfriend was stuffed too. He still had a chance. Groaning, he reached over his side, fumbling around for one of the hoses leading to the kegs of milkshake. Man, even that was exhausting!
He found one, and plopped it into his maw, quickly suckling on the tube. Soon the sweet and filling taste of strawberry entered his maw, his eyes closing as he drank away. Fox used both free paws to rub and knead around his drum-taunt belly, feeling it continue to expand.
He drank.
Fox closed his eyes, his arms weakly resting against his middle.
He drank.
His white gut was pushing away plates now just like Wolf’s was.
He drank.
His love handles started eclipsing the armrest of the couch, which was groaning louder by the second.
He drank.
He was pressing against his equally-flabby partner more and more with every gulp. This much contact would have been ecstasy for the Fox if he wasn’t so painfully bloated.
He drank.
The green shirt ripped and tore apart, his arms forced out wider as they grew too tight for the sleeves before eventually tearing through that as well.
He drank.
Faint stretch marks appeared on his belly, thin pink lines wrapping around his marshmallow middle. Fox was at his limit, stars starting to swirl around in his vision.
But still he drank, until he finally finished the first keg.
Without moving, Fox spat out the tube and belched, groaning in pain. He threw his head back, as if trying to give his massive middle as much room as possible. “That’s it...I give up.” It was embarrassing, throwing in the towel after psyching himself up so much. Any more food, though, and he’d definitely pop!
“Wolf?”
Even after admitting defeat, Fox could still hear Wolf munching away greedily. He peeked one eye open, just in time to watch as the collar of the lupine’s shirt finally tore off, leaving him entirely shirtless!
And Fox thought he was fat.
Wolf was, without a doubt, enormous! His stomach was actually causing the table the crack beneath its weight! The lupine was a large grey orb with a wolf attached to it, still growing wider and rounder with no end in sight. How the great lummox was still able to keep eating, Fox would never know, it’s not like he could reach anywhere near the table anymore. Maybe he had some unseen device to pull the food closer to him that Fox couldn’t see, or perhaps he just had that strong of a gravitational pull.
Regardless, Wolf really was like a small moon, mindlessly eating and adding more mass to himself. It was only when he finished the last of his third birthday cake did the lupine belch, slumping back. “Ahh...Well well well! It looks like I-”
A loud creaking sound was enough to send shivers down both their spines. The two enormous boyfriends looked at each other with horror as they realized the gravity (no pun intended) of their situation. Like dominos, everything happened one after another. First, both of their shirts blew off them, both white and grey dominating the space on top of the table. Then, said table collapsing beneath it’s bourdain, able to carry dozens of meals yet not the weight of two canine stomachs. Finally, with all their weight now situation on the four-seater couch, the last piece of furniture practically exploded beneath them, sending them onto the ground with enough force to send cracks along the hardwood floor.
The room was an absolute mess, covered in broken wood, shattered plates, and dominated by two of the fattest pilots in the world. Fox knew he’d have to clean this up eventually, but right now he just didn’t care. He was too full to really do anything.
Wolf, on the other hand, didn’t even let that stand in the way of proclaiming his victory. *Urp*...I…*hic*...win…”
Fox McCloud, Wolf O'Donnel © Nintendo
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 785 x 1280px
Those shirts are pretty much done for, if that answers your question
Well, minor spoiler, but they will be going to a bit of an aquatic venue in the next part, so they won't be wearing as much quite as much as usual!
by the way that happened with falco (I still have not read the story then if there is he says it sorry)
Oh, he'll be making a minor appearance in the next part. He's briefly mentioned in the story, but he doesn't play that huge of a role this time around.
how bad that is not relevant to the story but even so you're fine
Ah, so this is the next part of the competition. These two are really going all out. XP Though I doubt they won't be moving any time soon.
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