Special birthday/holiday gift for  connercoon and  winterwight! They've been great friends the past few months, and I couldn't pass up the opportunity of celebrating the holidays by giving them a little something. A little something fat and blubbery.

Writing © Moi
Conner ©  connercoon
Ko ©  winterwight

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“…c’mon, Ko, I’m full!” Conner protested.

“Mm… no, you’re not,” the fox smiled, and inched closer with another fork of cheesecake.

“No, I’m not,” Conner sighed, grinning as he took the bite. “But what about you? I don’t want to eat all of it and leave nothing for y--”

The raccoon was interrupted as another chunk of the sinfully rich, chocolate chip cheesecake was pushed into his mouth. Ko smirked, wielding the fork like a knight would wield a sword. “You don’t worry about me. You worry about eating properly… now that you’re here, I can’t let my Concon waste away!”

Conner grunted, running a hand over his distended gut. “I really don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon…”

“Hush,” Ko placed a plate with roughly a third of a cheesecake atop the crest of Conner’s gut. “Now finish up, the movie’s going to start soon.” The fox inched closer, placing himself directly in front of his boyfriend’s stomach. He leaned against it, pressing his cheek against the sheer expanse of raccoon blubber, and reached as far as his hands could go around Conner’s cauldron like belly, and dug deep into the folds and love-handles along his hefty flanks. The fox, pausing briefly to push his spectacles back into place, began moving his dexterous fingers in rhythmic motions, pressing deep into the grey-furred flab all around him and kneading it like he was preparing a loaf of bread.

Conner moaned softly, tilting his head back. The delectably sweet taste of the cheesecake hit his tongue right at the same time Ko began massaging his girth; it was a compelling, if not ecstatic, combination of sensations. “You’re too good at that,” he said in-between bites.

“I know,” Ko said, resting his head on top of Conner’s belly. He kissed the crest of the raccoon’s gut, smiling up at the corpulent raccoon. “All finished?”

Conner let out a loud belch as he set the plate down. “Yup!”

Ko grinned wider, leaning into the soft, voluminous stomach, stretching out until he reached past the raccoon’s pillow-like chest, and stole a kiss on the lips. “Good. Now, come along, it’s time for dessert,” he tugged on Conner’s arm, pulling the obese raccoon up.

“Wait… wait, dessert?” Conner was slightly light-headed. He always got this way after a meal with Ko… the fox insisted it was nothing more than his appetite being sated, but he swore he had seen his vulpine boyfriend pour one or two odd looking concoctions into his meals now and again. How long had it been? Months? Years? When he got this stuffed, he couldn’t think straight. The raccoon had ballooned to some truly impressive proportions; his belly alone was already bigger than Ko entirely. It was a huge grey boulder of furry lard, cascading over the waistband of his long-suffering boxers and starting to hang down past his knees, constantly sloshing against his legs when he walked. He needed help getting up after meals, now, but he wasn’t too bothered about it. Ko didn’t seem to mind, either, especially when the raccoon got his momentum going and accidentally smooshed his bulk up against his fox. The rest of his body was as one would expect; with thighs thicker than tree trunks, rolling off one another whenever he waddled, his chest sagged like two bags of flour over the curving surface of his stomach, and on top of that was an impressive collection of thick, ring-like chins, framing his face with dimpled chipmunk cheeks; Ko swore it made Conner cuter.

“Ko? You said dessert?” Conner asked again as he waddled along, pressing a lard-swaddled arm against the wall as he caught his breath and Ko continued to tug on him.

“Yes, of course! Excited?”

“I thought we just had dessert!”

“No, silly!” Ko stole another kiss, standing on his tiptoes to reach across the vast expanse of raccoon to reach Conner’s chubby cheek. “That was dinner, and dessert comes after that!”

“Who has cheesecake for dinner?!”

Ko smirked. “You do, apparently.”

Conner couldn’t think of a response as he was tugged over to the couch. His doughy posterior, wide and blubbery enough to start peeking over his custom-made XXXXL boxers, was big enough to take up nearly all three cushions. If it weren’t for his ringed tail, which was itself starting to be eaten up by his own behind, he’d be showing off a plumber’s crack twenty-four hours a day.

“Hmmm…” Ko sprawled luxuriously over his boyfriend’s belly, letting his feet hang off the couch arm. Smiling up at Conner, he pulled at the raccoon’s cowlick. “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s get the movie started.” Conner craned his head down and stole a kiss before leaning back, letting out a contented sigh. He wrapped a thick arm around Ko, holding him close, as he flicked the television on. No sooner had the opening credits began, and the fox reached over Conner, nearly sliding off his belly, to reach two containers. Popping off the lids, Ko held them both just under Conner’s face, and the raccoon’s nose instantly started twitching as he smelled chocolate.

“Just what do you have there?” Conner asked, and watched as Ko took a chocolate-covered strawberry and dipped it in the contents of the other container.

“Is that…” Conner chuckled lightly, his belly wobbling against the fox as he held up the strawberry. “Is that a chocolate-covered strawberry… dipped in chocolate pudding?”

“Mhmmm. You want it or not?”

Conner patted his belly. “Well… one or two won’t hurt.”

“Or three, or six…”

“Hush, you.” Conner smirked, jostling Ko as he held him close. He dutifully opened his mouth as Ko fed him the twice-over chocolate-covered fruit.

As the movie went on, Ko felt a little different to Conner, and he noticed the fox was fidgeting, pulling at his shirt.

“Hon…? You alright?” Conner asked.

“Oh… yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Ko said quickly, a slight blush coming into his fluffy cheeks.

Conner looked over his boyfriend. “Ko… is that shirt, uh… tight on you?”

“No! Why would you say that?” The fox’s tail had fluffed up, and was swishing in agitation.

“Oh my God, it totally is!”

“No it’s not, it—Hey! Ah! Get off of me, you big lummox!” Ko cried. Conner shifted his considerable weight, his belly pressing down on the fox like a lead balloon and pinning him to the couch.

“Now let’s just see…” Conner smirked, and with more nimbleness than could be expected from him, he quickly unbuttoned Ko’s shirt, tugging it off the fox, and revealing a butterball belly roughly the size of a small melon.

“Hon, please…”

“Oh my God, look at it!” Conner giggled, and pressed his hands against the fox’s hidden flab, prodding and playing with it like it was play-doh and he was six years old again. “It’s so cute!”

Ko blushed. “You… you really think so?”

Conner smiled, and slowly laid down on top of his boyfriend, enveloping the secretly chubby fox in his own blubber. “’Course! I’d always think you’re cute. It’s funny to see my, uh… good habits are finally rubbing off on you.” He leaned down, kissing Ko on the forehead.

“Oh, Concon…”

“Now,” Conner picked up the two containers, and dipped another chocolate-covered strawberry in the pudding. “We’re going to share these. And tomorrow… maybe we’ll go out for breakfast and see just how far this belly will stretch.”