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luprand! In this, his cheshire North decides to give Renard a day off of indulgence and relaxation, and maybe takes things a little too far. Enjoy!
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Renard groaned out of pleasure, his eyes rolling up from the tantalizing taste that hit his tongue. North had really showed his stuff— the food was rich without being overwhelming, none of the overly sugary, greasy flavor of junk food or the usual suspects when someone went out expecting to double their weight from a meal. No, the pastries, the pasta, the side dishes— all of it was made by a clearly talented hand, the flavors rich and caressing him, coaxing Renard to indulge. With one pastry, he had to unbutton his pants. With a plate of pasta, he had to remove them. The lolf let the weight pile on, feeling imminently more natural with the more space he took up and heft he felt piling on to his body.
After several hours of decadent feasting, leaving Renard sprawled across the couch, taking up as much space as possible. Soft fat padded the lolf’s limbs, chubby digits plucking another pastry up to slip between his lips. Chipmunk cheeks wobbled as he chewed, savoring the delicacy. His shirt wasn’t holding up very well, riding up over his swollen middle and tearing slightly. The boxer shorts currently strangling his thunder thighs were beginning to pop at the seams and the folds of his belly bunched up where the fabric bit into his plush flesh.
North appeared, taking up the rest of space in the room that Renard wasn't. The musclebound cheshire grinned. "Heh… Feel better?
luprand! In this, his cheshire North decides to give Renard a day off of indulgence and relaxation, and maybe takes things a little too far. Enjoy!North ©
luprandRenard groaned out of pleasure, his eyes rolling up from the tantalizing taste that hit his tongue. North had really showed his stuff— the food was rich without being overwhelming, none of the overly sugary, greasy flavor of junk food or the usual suspects when someone went out expecting to double their weight from a meal. No, the pastries, the pasta, the side dishes— all of it was made by a clearly talented hand, the flavors rich and caressing him, coaxing Renard to indulge. With one pastry, he had to unbutton his pants. With a plate of pasta, he had to remove them. The lolf let the weight pile on, feeling imminently more natural with the more space he took up and heft he felt piling on to his body.
After several hours of decadent feasting, leaving Renard sprawled across the couch, taking up as much space as possible. Soft fat padded the lolf’s limbs, chubby digits plucking another pastry up to slip between his lips. Chipmunk cheeks wobbled as he chewed, savoring the delicacy. His shirt wasn’t holding up very well, riding up over his swollen middle and tearing slightly. The boxer shorts currently strangling his thunder thighs were beginning to pop at the seams and the folds of his belly bunched up where the fabric bit into his plush flesh.
North appeared, taking up the rest of space in the room that Renard wasn't. The musclebound cheshire grinned. "Heh… Feel better?
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 95.2 kB
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