This is my part of a trade for  Fox King and Dragon Lord I totally forgot to post. I'm very sorry about that.

Fox Prince belongs to  Fox King and Dragon Lord
Shawn belongs to me

Fox was invited by Shawn who told him about a sumo tournament that he needed Fox to win. But first, he needed to get him fat.
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The free invitation was enough for Fox to get himself interested in this convention that was going on, mostly when he knew who’s going to be there. After a night staying with that muscle gut german shepherd, he couldn’t stay away from him. It’s not that he feels attracted to him, but he sees him as a good friend. So when he had a text message from him telling him to come over to a training center nearby the city hall, the red-furred fox took the first taxi he grabbed and asked the driver to take them to the designated location. Though it was before he was told to wear nothing but a thong. Fox would feel embarrassed by it though he can trust the german shepherd. He does bring his crown with him as it’s usually what he takes with him everywhere.

The training center, which he just found out was mostly for sumo wrestling, has been packed as there is a competition going on next week for ten thousand dollars. Sure it wasn’t much but money was money. But the only reason why he wanted to go there was to see his friend again. Entering the large building, he gets a strange whiff of food like they were hosting a buffet inside. It’s packed with fat furs, sumo wrestlers, and others who probably want to spectate the fights. Fox looks at the message Shawn gave him which tells him to meet him in the back.

So as he passes by, he can see some fat furs training in the arenas, pushing each other as their bellies press against each other. Just as he smelled food, he can see a whole buffet lined up with tables and chairs for these trainees to sit and gorge themselves. Fox wonders if Shawn is participating in the competition. Seeing a fat german shepherd in the arena would be wonderful for him. Or maybe it’s his husband, Percy, as he’s way fatter. Making it to the back where the backstages and bathrooms are at, he decides to give Shawn a text about his arrival.

Just before he could send a message to him, someone taps him on the shoulder. Fox yips with fear, almost dropping his phone before he turns around. “Hey there, you made it.” It was Shawn, the big muscle-gut german shepherd. He crosses his arms and smirks down at the short vulpine.

Fox chuckles as he puts his phone away. “Shawn, there you are!” He hugs the dog’s pot belly, soft yet firm as he last remembered. Shawn wraps his muscular arm around Fox’s back, patting him gently. “I’m glad you told me to come here!” He sounds excited.

“Of course, I’m more than happy to bring you here.” Shawn responds. “There is something I wanna tell you. Private perhaps?”

The vulpine thinks about it. He would want to hear what Shawn has to tell him. “Sure, where do we go?”

Shawn smiles. “This way.” He says as he points down the hallway. “Follow me.” And so the german shepherd walks down the hallway with Fox following him from behind. They get to one of the doors as Shawn opens it up and lets Fox inside.

For Fox, he was astonished by the room being filled with all sorts of meals on tables. It was like a VIP buffet here. “Whoa….that’s a lot of food.” It’s all he can say at the moment. Shawn shuts the door behind him and walks over to Fox.

“Yep, it’s a lot indeed. I might have stolen some from the buffet back at the center.” He says, proud of his work. “I’m sure I won’t get caught.” Shawn knows for sure.

“Are you going to eat all of this?” Fox asks. He wonders if Shawn had invited him over to watch him gorge down on all of this food like the first time they’ve met. Maybe the german shepherd will start replacing his muscles with fat.

Shawn just chuckles as if Fox had told a joke. “Actually, it’s you who is going to be eating this.” He explains while pulling up a chair in the center of the room. “Sit down and I’ll explain.” Fox is awed by Shawn and his surprise. He wasn’t expected to be the one being fed and possibly fattened up yet he wasn’t going to say no. With a smile and a nod, he sits down on the chair willingly as he lets Shawn explain his motives. “I need you to participate in the sumo tournament. I would do it myself but my husband hates it when I lose my muscles and they’re hard to get back. And my husband can’t join so I thought, why not you? I’m sure you got what it takes.”

“Really? Well….I wouldn’t mind being fat! Fox could see himself as an obese furry, or maybe a sumo. “But what’s important about the tournament?” He asks as he wants Shawn to feed him rather than do it himself.

The german shepherd smirks as he goes over to one of the tables to grab a tray of hamburgers. “Well, money of course. I promised to take my husband on vacation. Though we can split the money since you’ll be doing most of the work.” He sets the tray down on a cart and rolls it over to Fox. Without letting the vulpine get a second to rethink it through, Shawn stuffs a burger in his mouth without hesitation.

Fox chews on the burger before swallowing it down his gullet. “Mmmm, that was tasty.” He says as he’s ready for more. Shawn hands him more to eat, like a factory line as he doesn’t plan to stop. With each burger Fox swallows, the more his flat belly becomes bloated and soft. A pot belly forms as it spills onto his thighs.

Shawn pushes in two burgers at a time as he forgot that he needs to save some time for sumo training as well. “I might have to rush this, sorry.” He can’t let Fox take any breaks either. With the stack of burgers lowering down, Fox’s belly grows. He’s gotten to the point where he looks pregnant with a belly the size of a basketball. Fox spreads his legs open just so he can let his belly droop down more onto the chair.

Once the burgers are all gone, Shawn lets Fox take a five second break to heavily pant. “Oh man, that was so mu- MFHH!” Fox couldn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Shawn had started to stuff pizza slices down his throat. It was to the point that he had to stack at least three of them together. Fox could handle that easily, especially as he knows that the german shepherd is counting on him.

His belly gets bigger, though it doesn’t get taut or tight but soft and doughy like bread. As it spills more onto his lap, his slim hips turn into love handles that Shawn can grip if he wanted to. A couple more slices and Fox’s rear end has taken a toll as well. It grows fatter with his thighs getting thicker. The chair creaks from the weight but it doesn’t break. “Heh, it’ll be a few hundred pounds until that chair breaks. Those are made for sumos just like yourself.” It’ll be surprising if Fox manages to break it.

After the pizza slices are all gone, Shawn moves onto other things. He spots some tubs of macaroni and cheese, three of tghem to be exact. He forgot that he stole the entire trays when no one was looking. It was funny that Fox never heard of anyone asking about the missing trays. “I feel heavy.” Yet he doesn’t complain.

“Good, you’ll be heavier soon.” Shawn declares once he brings the tubs over to Fox. The dog also had brought a funnel with him, a large one in fact as he knows macaroni and cheese isn’t easy to go through a funnel. “Open wide.” He says, holding the large plastic funnel. The vulpine opens his mouth as wide as he can. Then Shawn sticks the funnel down his throat gently not to hurt him. “There, now we can begin.” He grabs the first tub of macaroni and cheese and pours it down the funnel.

It doesn’t take long for Fox to start gulping it down as the thickness of the cheese slides down without any problems. “Mmfhh…” He moans lightly before repeatingly gulping down small sizes of macaroni and cheese. His belly swells with fat, along with sides, butt, and legs. The straps on his thong tighens and presses against his skin and fur. In fact, Shawn couldn’t see the thong as it’s hiding beneath Fox’s fat belly.

With the first tub down, he starts on the next as he does the same. Fox’s chest grows from pecs into moobs, softening them up. His neck grows wider too, making it more simpler for Fox to swallow. On the third tub, it gives his arms some weight and chubbiness to them. They were as soft as marshmallows with some jiggling effects everytime he moves them slightly. His lower legs became twice as large as they were before, yet he can still move them. His face gets more bloated with fat with wider cheeks and double chins that cover his neck up.

With the third tub done, Shawn chuckles as he’s outstanded by how fat Fox is getting. He’s just halfway done to be exact. “Looking good there, sumo. Let’s finish up the rest of the food here and see how you can handle it all.” He says with a smirk on his face, on his way to grab anything else he can stuff the fat fox with.
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About thirty minutes later, Shawn has given Fox everything that was available in the room. The overweight vulpine had to be atleast five hundred pounds or more with a soft and firm belly the size of one of the tables in the room. His thighs fat as tree logs and arms that are wider than pig legs. Fox looked tired and worn out as he’s able to pant heavily without the funnel in his throat. “How do you feel?” Shawn asks, slapping his jiggly belly with ripples form around.

“I feel….fi-” That was when the chair snaps beneath him as he tumbles down and lands on his back. “Oof!” He lets out.

Shawn can’t help but to chuckle a tad at Fox’s misfortune before he helps him up onto his two fat feet. The german shepherd would be strong enough to carry the fat vulpine like he would with his husband, Percy. He did notice that Fox had gotten taller about a foot or two, almost the same height as the canine himself. His belly covers up his upper thighs and from behind, he has a butt the size of two watermellows squished together. “It looks like you’re ready to get some training.”

Fox smiles with a small belch. “UURP! Hehe, excuse me.” His face flusters with embarrassment. As he takes a step, a faint and muffle snapping noise could be heard. Fox stops and whimpers slightly. “Umm Shawn….” He softly says. “My thong snapped.” It must have broke when it couldn’t handle the stretchness of his widened waist. Though it doesn’t fall off, possibly wedged between his fat rolls.

Shawn wouldn’t tell if Fox hadn’t told him. “It should be fine. Besides, I got a mawashi, extra large for you.” The german shepherd had everything prepared for him. “Now let’s get going, training starts soon.” He says as he helps Fox leave the room, his wide figure barely brushing the doorway with the vulpine waddling his way down the hallway. If everything goes alright for tonight and the training turns out well, that money is as good as theirs for the taking.