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"Shh..." Mike whispered.
The skunk pulled the key from his pocket, silently praying it would unlock the door. Carefully, he slid it into the lock, it fit. Slowly he started to turn it making the lock click softly. He looked over his shoulder and grinned to his mate, Darrik.
"I think we're in."
Darrik squeaked with excitement, the hefty brown racoon biting his bottom lip. The two of them had been looking forward to this all week. The plain double doors to the back of the bakery creaked open and the two furs snuck inside before Mike closed them again. Remembering the instructions their friend had given them, he fumbled around to the right of the doors, finding the bank of light switches, and flicking the very bottom pair on.
An array of ultra efficient LED security lights came on, filling the stainless steel bakehouse with eerie, bluish-white light.
"Nnngh! Where are they???" Darrik asked, his cute little tummy wobbling as he fidgeted about excitedly.
"Dan said he'd leave them in the cool room for us." Answered Mike.
The Skunk seems somewhat more composed than his mate, though truthfully he was just as excited as Darrik about this. He pointed to one of the massive stainless steel tables at the end of the room.
"You make yourself comfortable and I'll go get them."
Darrik quickly stripped out of his t-shirt and cargo shorts, soon naked and face-down on the big metal table.
"C-cold!" He whined.
Darrik rolled onto his back to protect his more sensitive areas. When Mike returned, he appeared upside down, pushing a heavy duty trolley ahead of him. Not quite able to make sense of the scene from that orientation, Darrik rolled back over onto his front, grinning gleefully when he realized all four levels of the sturdy trolley were laden with cakes and pastries.
"Yum!" He said, licking his lips.
The pair had been going out for over a year now, and since early in their relationship they had been indulging in their food fetish together. However, a few months ago they had started getting into weight gain. Mike had made an offhand comment about how sexy he thought fat furs were, and for weeks the then-trim Darrik had dwelled on it, before finally confessing his ultimate fantasy; being made totally obese. Mike had been reluctant at first, thinking Darrik was just trying to please him, but gradually the skinny coon had convinced him that he really wanted to try it. They'd started with the most fattening foods they could lay their hands on, Mike forcing massive amounts of it into his racoon lover, until that had some rather unpleasant effects on Darrik's wellbeing. It was then that they'd started searching the internet for tips and tricks on safely gaining weight, eventually stumbling upon a chatroom for gainer furs.
There they met Raul, the owner of the bakery. He'd convinced them that the best approach to gaining was a steady, healthy regimen of slightly increased consumption, interspersed with massive binges, and that's what they were here for. All too willing to hold on to seconds from his bakery, Raul had quickly accumulated quite a stockpile of delicious, fattening treats not fit for sale. They had met for the first time that afternoon and Raul had given them the key to the back door, with specific instructions on how to get in, and what they were allowed to eat.
Mike started small, with muffins, he had a whole garbage bag full of them, and was just cramming them into his chubby lover, who chewed them a little and swallowed them down, paper and all. Darrik had developed quite a talent for putting away food, able to swallow huge mouthfuls. Mike kept feeding Darrik the muffins until the racoon started trying to speak.
"Muh... Mmmh..." Darrik mumbled, swallowing the latest mouthful. "More!" He moaned, even more eager than usual.
"Are you sure?" Mike asked softly, not wanting his racoon's stomach to rupture, but also wanting to stuff his sexy mate until he couldn't walk.
"More!" Darrik shouted insistently.
The racoon's fat paw reached out and gripped Mike's wrist, pulling the skunk's muffin-laden paw into his mouth, sucking down the delicious treat and leaving Mike's paw unscathed. Mike giggled, his paw wet from his lover's mouth. Nodding, he picked up the bag of muffins and started cramming them into Darrik's hungry maw again.
Mike was starting to get really excited watching Darrik gorge himself, the bulging hardon in his jeans too distracting for him to keep feeding the racoon.
"Uhnh, fuck. How about we do something different?" Mike asked.
"Mhh?" Darrik mumbled around a mouthful of muffin.
Mike took that as a yes.
"Roll over." He said softly.
He grinned when the racoon complied, exposing his own throbbing erection to the skunk.
"Mmm, gunna have to do something about that..." He murmured.
The skunk turned to the trolley, grabbing a huge, but kind of lopsided chocolate cake from the top tray, dumping it messily on Darrik's chest. He then climbed up onto the table and straddled his lover's waist, the silly racoon still babbling softly.
"Mnh, m, more! Mooore!"
"Mm, I'll give you more..." Mike murmured.
Mike sloppily grabbed a pawful of cake, then leaned over his lover, stuffing it into Darrik's mouth and making a mess of the racoon's face. Darrik didn't seem to care, chewing on the big mouthful of cake and moaning.
"Mmmm..."
Mike grinned, reaching back and gripping Darrik's hard cock with his sticky, creamy paw, stroking it slowly and getting it slick with cake.
"Now then..." He murred out.
Sitting back, Mike guided the tip of Darrik's cake-covered member to his puckered hole.
"Ohhh yeahhh..."
"Uhh! More!" Darrik moaned.
"More?" Mike murred.
He fed the racoon another pawful of cake and slid down on his cock, moaning again.
"Mmmore..." Darrik moaned around his mouthful of cake.
Mike pushed down further on his mate's cock, his eyes half-closed as his hungry rear was filled with cock.
"Ohh..."
The skunk grabbed himself a pawful of cake, carful to get it all over his face as he wolfed it down. Messy mating like this was Mike's favourite thing, and it had only gotten better since Darrik had started gaining weight.
Mike's tummy grumbled, and he took another pawful of cake while he rode up and down Darrik's thick shaft, the racoon gripping the skunk's hips tight and trusting up into him, all gooey with cake. The pair soon fell into a rhythm, Darrik thrusting roughly into Mike, who shovelled cake into both of them. Lewd squelches and slaps filled the room as the messy pair mated, cream and icing squishing out of Mike every time Darrik's thick cock was shoved into him.
The pair quickly ran out of cake, Mike not realizing that he'd eaten more than a third of it in his frenzy. Too distracted by the sex to get another one from the tray, skunk and racoon simply kept up their rough fucking. Mike started to pump his cock, the young skunk throwing his head back and moaning as he quickly approached climax, sped along by his lover's cock sliding in and out of his ass.
"Ahh! Ah Darrik, ahn!" He cried.
Suddenly, the skunk screwed his face up, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as a powerful blast of cum shot out of him and over Darrik. Still thrusting hard, the cum-and-cake-covered racoon growled, Mike's ass clenching around him tightly. It took a lot of effort to move his cock inside Mike while his ass was like that, but it was well worth it. It only took Darrik a few more thrusts to reach his own climax, moaning loudly as he unloaded deep inside his lover's body.
Panting, the pair looked into each other's eyes, both now utterly ravenous, both saying the same thing at once.
"More."