The grass had flattened beneath Oakley’s massive frame, the towel long vanished beneath the endless sprawl of belly, hips, and fluff.

Oakley blinked lazily at the sky, watching clouds drift past in slow silence. His breath came in thick, warm huffs, each exhale pushing his massive chest to rise and fall like a slumbering hill.

“Still here…” he mumbled, lifting one arm sluggishly. The sheer weight of it made him grunt. “Still… heavy.”

With a groaning twist of effort, Oakley reached both paws up and grasped at his chest. His fat, furry moobs spilled through his fingers, soft and wide, pushed outward by the unrelenting swell of his gut beneath them. The weight of them alone was enough to make his arms tremble with effort.

He let out a soft, wheezy chuckle, his cheeks puffed slightly from the exertion. “I used to have a chest… now it’s just... furniture for the rest of me.”

His belly gurgled low and deep, stretching out before him like a massive mound, its curve swallowing his view of the lower horizon. He gave it a lazy pat, fingers sinking deep into warm, pliant fur. It didn’t bounce back — it just *settled*, as if acknowledging it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Could’ve gone home hours ago,” he mumbled. “Could’ve… rolled, maybe. But nah.”

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over his engorged form. His moobs rested heavy against the sides of his chest now, nestled like lazy companions into the folds of his soft arms. He squeezed one lightly, letting it squish between his thick fingers.

“Too comfy… too fat... too full.”

A long sigh escaped him, content and heavy. The glow of dusk reflected off the faint markings that glowed on his side, pulsing dimly beneath fur that had thickened along with the rest of him. His body radiated warmth, not just from the sun, but from the long indulgence he’d let stretch far past midday.

“I’ll get up soon,” he muttered.

But he didn’t.

The breeze cooled slightly. The stars would be out soon. And Oakley? He was still there. Still heavy.

Still basking in the pleasure of his own fullness.