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CW: Fatfurs, rapid weight gain, and lots of physical affection.






Blizzards and Lizards


RebelRat: Meet me at that sauna type place I told you bout

MashedTaters99: You and Davie rly like me meeting new ppl huh

RebelRat: Complaining?

MashedTaters99: No, just a trend I'm seein

RebelRat: Ur our human, we gotta show you off. Besides, you'll know who this guy is

I rolled my eyes and smirked as I looked up from my phone. The gloomy winter sky and light flurries casted a light veil of white light into the Café I was seated in. I had stopped for some hot cocoa and a toasted sandwich to hold me over before I went to this get-together. It's an odd feeling being so social when I'm an introvert, but it's not unwelcome. I looked back at the messaging app as I put the last few bites into my sandwich and now lukewarm cocoa. I text back once more to my rat friend, Jason.

Mashtaters99: Lunch done omw

RebelRat: They have jacuzzis too, getting in now

My phone slipped into my pocket as I slid out of the booth I was seated at, which made me look the size of a child despite me being in my 20's. That would be another thing I'd never get used to, everything being sized up for the bigger anthros. Regardless, I put my hands in the extra coat I had on and made my way outside.

The chilly air hit me hard, not intolerable but it felt very close to piercing right through me. My hands went right into my coat to shield them as I walked through the urban streets. Wind beat my face as I looked up at the signs for different businesses. I'd say that three-quarters of the ones I saw were for restaurants, Obi City does love its restaurants. Maybe after fifteen minutes, I found that place that Jason had been discussing. It had a small entrance, just a big door and two windows on each side that were covered by something and emitted a faint yellow glow. The only flair it had was a neon sign just advertised “Sauna and Jacuzzis”. Eager to get out of the cold, I got in there.

The air was very warm and dank, pleasantly so. The room had the aesthetic of a cabin, with some candles providing the only sources of light and some heavily worn benches that bowed in. There was a large lizard lady that was at a sort of reception desk across from the entrance. I went and paid for admittance and was given a bracelet to prove I paid. Moving through that room brought me to a rustic-looking locker room. With everything being sized up, it was easy to fit all my clothing in a locker except the swimming trunks I now had on. Adjacent from where you would enter the lockers was just two wooden doors, labeled “Sauna” and “Jacuzzis” respectively.

I stepped through the Jacuzzi door into what I could only describe as a cross between a massive dining hall and an indoor swimming pool. All the walls, floors, and the ceiling were wooden, sans for one wall that had a window taking up most of its space. The window showed a view of a…jungle? The plants being fake and the fact that the supposed jungle was definitely a room in itself proved it was fake, akin to what one would see at a reptile exhibit at the zoo. Another odd thing was that there was a fireplace at the very end of the room, presumably to help dry off before leaving. Like the rest of the place I've been through, it had cozy cabin vibes going on.

I shifted my attention to the small pools that dotted the floors in a random pattern. Anthros of different shapes and sizes occupied them. There couldn't have been more than fifteen people in the room and none of them batted an eye, except for a familiar white rat. Jason raised a paw to wave me over, before leaning back into a HILL of a person, who looked to be an alligator. Massive rolls of contorted scales and body hair poured over two-thirds of the jacuzzi that Jason was relaxing in. The gator leaned over a wall of the pool with his head hung back, assumedly being supported by all the back fat he definitely had. I gulped and got in the pool with them. “Hey, bud, glad you got here so quickly. Is it still freezing out there?” the rat asked me. “Definitely! Can barely feel my fingers still”, I replied. Jason wraps his arms around me, my arms sunk into his sides a bit. “Better?” Jason asked. I nodded in the comfiness between his moobs. He chuckled. Behind me, I heard massive sloshing, both of body mass and water.

“Oh! Larg, meet Pate. We've played online together before”, Jason told the being behind me. I turned to see the behemoth of a scalie looking down, his thick brow obscuring his eyes with shadow. With even more sloshing, he leaned over in our direction. His face got really close to mine, I could then see his blue eyes and pointy teeth poking out his fleshy maw. He took out a clawed hand and held it in front of me. “Largo”, the reptilian grumbled, his voice was stupidly deep. I took his claw and shook it. He smirked and yanked me into his frame. Largo practically smashed me into his lard, both of his arms trapping me against his chest. “Should mention, Larg is very lovey dovey like David is” Jason said as I was pummeled by fat. “Eye cen taell” I sputtered back whilst being squished.

Largo…churled? The noise coming out of him was a mix of grunting and a car's motor dying. I know he was enjoying snuggling the crap out of me because he was still smirking lazily. He then loosens a bit and lets me rest. “I'm having a hard time remembering, but when did we last game together?”, I asked Largo. “Month ago, zombies game we wus playin’”, he answered. “Hold up, you didn't have a mic, did you?”, I questioned again. The gator shook his head. “Huh, well, nice to meet you”, I said as I gave him another squeeze before getting back in the water. Largo continued to lean on his side so he could better hear us over all the other noise in the jacuzzi room.

The next hour was spent with us just relaxing and talking some small talk. Jason did most of it, whilst me and Largo nodded along. The huge gator was quiet, not shy quiet, but a “man of few words” kind of quiet. Not to mention, even for a hill of fat, I found him imposing. I've seen other alligators, yes, but Largo looks like he'd be the type to eat me up. Vore is a thing, but I was not eager to find out what it was like. When we got done, I pulled Jason aside by the paw in the locker room, as Largo was still drying off in the other room.

“Jason, buddy, does Larg eat people?”, I asked with a healthy amount of concern. “Wellll, I think he mentioned he has once or twice, but it was only because they pissed him off”, Jason answered. “Alright. Okay. What usually pisses him off?”, I continued. “He's not gonna nom ya’, he's a damn marshmallow,” he reassured me, “besides, he's about to prove it to you himself.” “What?”, I asked. “I gotta head home, David is alone, you know how it is, already told Larg” Jason told me. “Oh- okay, has he got plans?”, I questioned again. Jason shrugged. “I'll leave you two be, have fun, lil’ dude”, Jason said as he gave me a noogie and headed out. I sat on a bench, bemused, I wasn't exactly expecting to be stuck with someone I barely knew.

I waited from a few more moments before I could hear something being dragged on the floor. It was Largo, who had just entered, that dragging was literally his body being so engorged and blubbery that the bottom half of him and his tail scraped the ground. He maneuvered over to a random locker and rummaged through it, taking *something* and stashing it on his person as well as a massive wool cover, a blanket probably. He didn't change clothes or anything, he just wore the blue floral-pattern shorts that I didn't know he had on until just then. I noticed the tattoo on his right arm now too, the vines it had made me think of the trees you'd find in swamps. He looked over to me whilst scratching at his stomach a bit, until he plucked an old scale off and binned it. “Mmmmmm, want some grub?” he asked me with a smirk on his lips. I nodded and we both started out.

We both got on a trolley, it was going deeper into town. He sat right next to me and curled that meaty tail of his around me, making my seat better by a bunch. I then noticed that someone was staring at me, a ragged dragon with half of Largo's girth and wild eyes. I felt Largo's tail curl further around me until the tip of it sat on my lap as he stared at the dragon as well. The gator smiled wide, showing off an ungodly amount of teeth. The dragon peeled his gaze away quickly. I felt a bit bad then, about even thinking Largo was out to get me. I stared at the floor, before I felt a scaly claw bring me closer. Largo looked down on me with one eye, with that quaint, dumb smirk on his face again. I felt comfy again and leaned into him. The best way I could describe what his body felt like would be a beard combined with the cleanest, smoothest leather seat you can think of. How the gator isn't freezing is beyond me, because the several people in the vehicle all had their winter coats on, whilst he still just had on the shorts that he basically swam in and that “blanket”. I decided to ask him about it. “Nuthin’ fits me, I don't bother”, he concisely answered.

We rode for quite some time. Largo remained quiet, but still held me. I didn't mention, but Largo didn't have much body heat, he was more lukewarm. I put together in my head that he might be clutching me for heat. When we got to whatever stop Largo had us going to, he started shivering. I kept close to him, but the place we were going to was right at the stop. It was a sushi restaurant named “The Green Veil”. The minute we stepped inside, Largo huffed a sigh of relief as the indoor heat restored his temperature.

This place was a private diner type-place, everyone ate in completely isolated areas that resembled big cubicles made of wood and smooth concrete from the outside. As the host guided us into one of these cubicles, I saw that they were more than just booths. They were more like mini-dining rooms with a wide window where a conveyor belt slid dishes around. We were meant to sit on the floor, with cushions for doing so strewn about it. Largo didn't grab any cushions and just plopped down with a heavy *glurp*, he took up quite a bit of space in the area already, just the same as the jacuzzi earlier. He looked at me and rubbed his belly, I knew what he wanted. I came close and tried to climb up, but he lunged to his side and clamped his jaw around my arm. I nearly screamed before he threw me onto his belly like he was tossing a duffel bag.

I sat on him and processed what just happened. “Please don't do that again” I sternly told him. Largo just giggled, patted his body, and said “No promises.” He settled a bit and grabbed a tiny table that we would normally kneel next to and sat it on himself between us. He then pulled out something that had been stuck under some secondary moob fat, it looked like one of those grabby arm things that extend out. Largo used it to get us a bunch of different things: chopsticks, pickled ginger, sushi rolls of many kinds, a few big bowls of ramen, bottle of sakè and some cups. The way he worked the stick implied that he used it plenty. I was both glad that I had eaten light through the rest of the day and that a roommate of mine had taught me how to use chopsticks.

We dug in. He started slow, pecking delicately at the food like I was, even with fatty claws like his. “Larg, can I ask you something personal” I asked, trying to add to the immense lack of conversion. All I got was an “Mmhm” back. “Are- are you always really quiet?”, I continued. He broke his focus from his meal to smirk at me again. “Uh huh, I jus’ let allll this do th’ talkin’,” he said as he gave a moob a jiggle, “parents couldn't stand it either, don't worry.” His expression soured for just a brief moment. “I'm not worried about it, I just don't know what to say”, I retorted. “Say nuthin’ then, I ain't bothered. You enjoy me bein’ huge, yeah?” he questioned. “Of course I do” I replied. Largo slurped up some noodles. “Then we're gettin’ along jus’ fine. You don't gotta have th’ need to talk ‘round me. I'm happy wit’ jus’ you bein’ ‘ere”, he told me. “You and I are simple people then, that's…pretty good” I exclaimed.

Largo nodded and flipped a TV on, the noise of it helped break up the silence. After a while, I had my fill of carbs and seafood. I laid back and rested, watching the TV upside-down. “We full?” the gator asked. A thumbs up was hung high. “Well, I ain't, come make this gator ‘uge will ya?” Largo begged. He wouldn't need to tell me twice, so I started grabbing more sushi and shoveling it in. Luckily, the flow of new food was constant and consistent. We toiled for hours it seemed, each dozen plates putting another foot on his gut and half-foot on his waist.

Five in the afternoon rolls around and we capitulated, both panting amongst the lardy scales that were only touching the opposite wall. “Binging is hard” he said. “No kidding, any way to make it easier?” I asked through heavy breaths. “Got us” Largo replied and reached his grabby stick for a red button tucked past an edge of the wide window. Pressing it made the window close with shutters, four walls came down from the ceiling to shut out the open air from above the cubicle, and a compartment in one of the walls to open up, revealing what looks like a fire hose. I went and retrieved it for Largo. “Bottomless, melted, mint-choco chip ice cream. Git comfy, Pate” Largo commanded. “Yyyyup”, I said and crawled over to rest in one of his arms.

He got to chugging. Big, laborious gulps overlapped the audio from the TV still being on and each resulted in his body forcing itself outwards. The fat on his arms spread out, eliminating any wiggle room that I had. Folds from his belly quickly began riding up the opposite wall and the ones on the sides were being bathed with Largo's scaley lovehandles. The gator pressed me against him deeper, to the point where I was sunk enough in his cheek fat to touch temples with him. Pure blubber made us rise higher and higher in the cubicle. Back fat surged forward until Largo and I were semi-buried in what was left of his visage.

He just kept going, nevermind the sight of the TV glowing being covered by an ocean of reptile. All I could see was doughy gator jostling and the thick, glopping sound of said dough sloshing about. At that point, there was a small bubble of air in front of us that kept shrinking amongst a sea of meat. More moments passed until Largo eventually did stop, spitting the hose out and letting out a deafening roar of a belch that I'm positive is going to contribute to my hearing loss. “Mmmmmm, tahnk phull”, he slurred though his mushy muzzle.

“We tired?” I asked. “V-*uuooorrp*-ury mutch” he slurred again. I squished myself against his face, his scales that once felt like leather were now stretched massively, making it feel like the softest skin. The squishing made him let out a few more burps. “Nap, lardbutt” I told him. To that, he slorshed around his body a bunch and pressed on me hard. I could see one of his eyes looking at me among his mass. “Shame wi’h *hic* yew, twig” he retorted, coyly. With that I grabbed everything I could and tucked myself in.



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When I woke up, I found myself in a similar position, still tucked in Largo's massiveness. However, he was back to his normal size and we were in a different place, a plus-sized hotel room. It was a clean bedroom, but just really scaled up. Largo was laying on his side, his belly acting as a blanket and his right arm as the best pillow ever for me. “Hotel next door”, I heard a rumbly, familiar voice say. He was awake and he answered the question of where we were too. The gator rolled a bit more onto me; I could see his eyes now. “Sucks I gotta wurk t'day” Largo said, “can't spend moar time wit the snuggly lil’ twig under meh.” He smiled wide, showing me all the teeth he had, this time I couldn't help smiling back.

“Damn. Well, I had a good time, Lardo”, I stated. He laughed and leaned harder on me, his snout nearly touching my face. “This lizard likes you tons, next time we chill, I'll show you how far this hide can really stretch~” he said. I blushed as he slorshed his rolls. He snuggled me deeply then, smushing his doughy face against me. I rubbed and massaged all the fat I could. After a while, we stopped and he pulled something from out his neckrolls and put it in my hand, a business card it looked to be. “Call meh when you get bored” he said. The card and him rolling his belly off me was my cue to leave. I get off the immense bed we had been laying in and go to the door, it's doorknob just above my height. Largo waved me out

“Take care, Lardo.”

“You too, twig.”

I had a fun time getting home, but it was well worth it. Jason got both an earful and a thank you when I got home.


FIN