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There he stood, proud and fierce, claws gently digging into the soil beneath his paws as he surveyed his domain. A mighty, lithe cougar, master of all he could see from the hilltop. Or so he liked to think, anyway, being a cat. Still, there was no denying that he was a wonderful specimen of his kind, with a tawny coat in pleasing contrast with his white chin, chest and belly. His muscles twitched beneath his thick fur as he played out tonight's hunt in his mind, of sneaking up to a deer and pouncing it without a single wasted movement as he claimed it for his own sustenance. His claws were sharp, and his fangs sharper, ears perking and nose twitching as he focused on scanning his environment for prey.

Today was windy, though, and the wind would scatter the scents of his quarry. It also covered up the sounds of their movement. The cougar sighed, feeling his stomach growl. As deadly a hunter as he was, none of that prowess was any good if nature itself conspired against him. He was already a little too skinny; this entire season had been windy, rainy and cold, and even the few deer he had managed to catch had hadb arely any meat on their bones. He took his spear and strapped it onto his back. No, he had to try something else or there'd be nothing left of him by the time winter fell and food became even more scarce.

He had, of course, heard of the great cities. Of what they called "civilization", although he was doubtful. They supposedly had nearly infinite food, never having to worry about survival. He doubted that, as well, but seldom had he heard a rumor that had absolutely nothing to it. With how many beasts the cities supported, they _had_to have food, and plenty of it. Perhaps not a limitless supply, but enough, and therefore, certainly enough for him to sneak some of it away to fill his own belly. He wouldn't feel terribly guilty about that. After all, it was only fair that those with excess shared with those who had little.

He'd seen the the closest of those cities once, from high atop the mountain range, in the distance. Even at night, it was lit up so brightly it outshone the moon and stars. The residents seldom ventured out, and why would they? Everyone lived in the cities now and the rest of the world had been reclaimed by nature, barring the occasional mine or foresting operation. With his belly growling, he ate the last of his supplies of dried meat and set off towards it. While it'd be a difficult journey for the average beast, the cougar was used to navigating the wilderness.

He could smell it long before he'd reached it. Even in the miles upon miles of farmland outside, he could sense those artificial scents of countless machines, of industry belching up smoke. Burnt rubber, fuel, broken dreams from which different dreams had grown. Dreams of gluttoiny and excess.

There was plenty of livestock, although guarded, and he knew there'd be easier food to gather in the city itself. It was an alien landscape where he finally arrived, spending a night hungry in a barn on the way, and then waiting for the next nightfall to make sure there were fewer people around. Of course, the city never truly slept; it simply slowed down as darkness fell.

He wandered mostly aimlessly through the street. Most who saw him knew he wasn't a local, but that didn't matter to them. Often, wildlanders would wander in, either simply visiting or wishing to join City 34. Life on the outside was hard, after all, even if it was the topic of endless movies and books that romanticized it. He wasn't looking for anything in particular, but it didn't take long before he saw food being thrown out into a metal container. He didn't know exactly what it was, but it smelled very sugary. The average city-dweller would've recognized it as the leftovers that didn't sell before the bakery closed for the day, all still perfectly good, but no longer fresh enough to get sold.

He kept out of sight, and after the baker had been gone for a while, the feline went ahead and helped himself to some of the pastries. Glazed donuts, danishes, cinnamon rolls, enough of them to feed several people. While the sugariness initially threw him off, he found himself enjoying it. At least it was quick energy.

It became a daily routine soon thereafter. Pure sugars didn't do much to provide satiation, even if there were more calories than he'd burn in a day even with his active lifestyle. It frustrated the cat, but at least he was putting on some weight, and it was better than starving. Little did he know that ever since his first time there, he was being watched by one of the city's nocturnal inhabitants. From his flat above the bakery, a raccoon watched the cougar with fascination.

The raccoon had been watching the cougar's thefts for a few nights now, and he, being a raccoon, found it rather erotic to see such a combination of indulgence and scavenging. In particular, he enjoyed watching the proud cougar gradually succumb to the pleasures of urban life, already a little pudgier than when he had first visited. He liked it, being jealous of lithe beasts like most felines, having always been unable to keep a very strict diet himself. He rubbed his sizeable belly absentmindedly. Perhaps if he managed to approach the cougar without getting his face clawed off, he could help the hunter become more like himself. A little lazier, a little fatter. Perhaps a lot fatter.

There were a lot of "perhapses" in his thinking, but he couldn't help but notice how turned on he was getting, his cock already pushing out of its sheath and straining against his loose pants. Well, if I die, I might as well die doing something that I like, he reasoned, and for a raccoon, it was perfectly sound reasoning. So the next night, he'd be close enough to strike up a rather casual conversation with the tribal beast.

The cougar, of course, came by the next night as well. As usual, there were plenty of leftovers from the bakery. He found himself missing meat, really, the texture of it, the juiciness, but all of these strange, sweet treats were certainly worthwhile too. He just wished that they'd fill his belly like proper prey would. He _could_hunt, of course, but if he did, all of this free food would go to waste. He hesitated, picking up a box of donuts from the weird metal container behind the bakery. They smelled perfectly good, so why had they been thrown away? He'd never understand that. Maybe the city really did have infinite food, and so they threw away whatever was left over each day. A bizarre system, but at least it'd keep him from starving this winter. Just as he was about to take a bite, though, he heard someone.

"Hey, cat," the racccoon called. "You know, there's plenty of better food to be had, you can't live on just donuts and cakes."

He was standing at a respectable distance. Not that it'd help much if the cougar got irritated, he knew that, but it made him feel a little safer. Immediately, the cougar bounced out of the dumpster, twisting in the air and landing on his feet outside, claws extended and ready for a fight as he stared at the raccoon. For a moment, he seemed to actually consider it, but he didn't really want to eat a sentient raccoon. Maybe one of the ferals in the forest, but not this one. He looked much too big for him anyway. His claws retracted. He was curious, though, which is perhaps a given when it comes to felines.

"Food?" he asked. They shared a common language, even if one's dialect sounded broken and odd to the other.

"Yeah, like, there's french fries and cheeseburgers and fried shrimp, this city's a veritable cornucopia of delicious gluttony, why don't you let me show you around?" he suggested, speaking entirely too fast with how nervous he was. Not only because the cougar looked rather lethal, even with a bit of fat on his bones, but because he was also very sexy, having exactly the kind of body the raccoon dreamt of but would never achieve. Though maybe not for that much longer.

The mountain lion, of course, barely understood half the words that the corpulent raccoon spoke. He knew what shrimp were, but "french fries"?

"Where?" he asked, terse as always.

"Well, you could come over to my place and I'll order some stuff for you to try. We can leave the door open if you get nervous, I don't know how you triba- in case you- well, uh..." he stumbled on his words, hoping the cat wouldn't be offended. "Just come with me, how much of a danger could I possibly be to a master hunter such as yourself?"

He had a good point, of course. He didn't pose much of a threat. He gave the procyonid a slow nod.

"Alright, great. You'll love what I have in mind," the raccoon exclaimed happily. He pulled some manner of glowing device out of his pocket and poked at the screen for a little bit, while the cougar stared, trying to figure it out. "There, I've ordered some..." he began, and paused. "Nevermind, the food should be ready in just a few minutes. I live right nearby. The top floor of this building actually..." he said, pointing at one of the apartment buildings next to the bakery.

"With the windows open?" the cougar asked.

"Yeah, but..." the raccoon started, and before he could finish, the cougar pounced onto the fire escape, dashing up towards the open windows with terrifying speed and agility.

The raccoon sighed and took the long way around.

When he finally got to his apartment door, he found the cougar standing right there, staring at him, and he jumped backwards, startled. "Where's the food?" the feline asked.

"God, it takes a few minutes, it's not instant-" the raccoon grumbled. "Oh, looks like the first course is here, in fact," he added, noticing the pizza delivery cheetah approaching. That's how they worked; Your pizza hand-delivered by one of our speedy cheetahs in less than 30 minutes, or your money back.

He could feel the puma's eyes in the back of his neck as he paid the deliveryman. It was entirely too expensive to order pizzas at night, particularly when he had to consider the tip for four extra large ones with extra toppings, but he had a little bit of money to spare, and he was going to enjoy this. He'd always had a thing for food, beyond just gluttony. He liked the act of eating a little more than the average guy, always finding himself rather horny after really stuffing himself, typically hungry enough to want a little more stuffing, albeit of a different kind. He also liked watching others succumb to similar temptations, and what better opportunity to indulge in that than with a fierce cougar at his peak, unused to the calorie-stuffed modern foods civilization had to offer? He forced his grin off his face as he turned around and placed the stack of pizzas on the kitchen table, opening one for the cougar. He'd tried to guess what a predatory cat would enjoy, and ended up with pepperoni, and plenty of sweet, meaty sauce, all on top of a steaming hot bed of extra cheese and the usual other toppings.

"Here, you'll want to use a fork and a knife-" he started, but the cougar was already using his claws to slice off little bits of his meal, quickly stuffing them into his mouth. Watching him eat so... messily was enough to make the raccoon blush with arousal. This would be a fun night.

The cougar wasn't sure about this mysterious flat food at first, but he discovered it to be quite tasty, even though the cheese constantly got stuck to his teeth. There was meat on it, which he found far more satisfying that the sugary pastries he'd eaten for the last few days, and the savoriness in general was unlike anything he'd had before. With how hungry he was, he didn't actually have time to enjoy the flavors much. He eyed the raccoon suspiciously as he reached forth to grab a pizza for himself, and then continued eating when he felt reassured that he wasn't going to get his meal stolen.

Getting to finally stuff his belly after being ravenously hungry for days was blissful, and soon enough, he was finished, licking up what sauce had stuck to his lips. The raccoon watched him as he ate, himself. One pizza might be enough to sate him, but...

"Have another one. You look like you've been starving," he encouraged his new feline friend. "There's plenty of food to go around."

While the cougar felt quite full, he decided to have another one. After all, he didn't know when exactly he'd have a chance to eat like this again. In the wild, piling on the calories when the opportunity presented itself was the smart thing to do. Here, it was unnecessary, but he hadn't quite adapted to his new surroundings yet. The next pizza wasn't quite as delicious, with his empty stomach already quite full, but he forced it down anyway, with slow, deliberate bites. The knife the raccoon offered him seemed better suited for the meal, but he preferred letting his claws dig into the crispy crust, so he ate the slices - imitating how the other male cut up his - with his paws.

By the end of that one, he looked almost bloated. It wouldn't be long before all those calories were fat, the raccoon thought with a smile. It wouldn't make the cougar any less attractive to him, and for reasons he couldn't quite explain, he suspected it might even have the opposite effect. It wasn't a malignant lust, not in the slightest, but he knew there was some vindication in it. He'd always been the last to get picked for gym class, beaten by the stronger, faster, and particularly slimmer predators like wolves and cougars, so was giddy with the idea of bringing one of them down to his level. But he'd help the cougar lose all the weight too, if he needed help. It was more of a desire to prove a point.

The puma stood up, puttered out a heavy breath, and sat back down. He looked at the raccoon, who smiled in response. "You could sleep here if you want. There's a spare bed and everything. There's more food if you get hungry," he grinned, gesturing towards the pile of pizza.

It was hard for the cougar to resist. He knew he was entirely full, but the lure of free and delicious food was a like a siren song to him. If he didn't need to go sleep in the wilderness, there was no real reason to not eat as much as he could, after all. Plus, being utterly stuffed felt good, and if something felt good, his reasoning usually suggested it was good. So he grabbed another slice of pizza, slowly nibbling away at it. He could practically feel his stomach stretching to accomodate it.

The raccoon, meanwhile, watched him nearly enraptured. While he knew he'd enjoy seeing the lithe beast gluttonously eating himself towards plenty of soft, fatty bulk, he hadn't realized just how much of an effect it'd have on him, and he fought to ignore his rock-hard maleness. He was pretty sure he was dripping, but at least the pants would suppress the scent of his arousal. He rubbed his own belly, quite full already. He wished he could eat more as well, but that just wasn't the plan. At least, not yet.

"What's your name?" he asked the cougar.

"Hm?" the feline replied, with his mouth full of food. He forced himself to swallow. "Kirr," he started, rolling the Rs in a purr the raccoon found impossible to quite replicate, not being a feline.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Kody," the raccoon answered.

Kirr didn't quite trust him yet, although food was_probably the best way to gain his trust. After all, what could the pudgy stripetail want from him if he could have this much food delivered, seemingly with no effort? There would surely be some kind of catch to it, but he didn't know what. His people didn't shy away from sex like city dwellers might, and so he didn't really consider that aspect of it, nor would it be unwelcome; he'd never had the notion of homosexuality being something _wrong instilled into him.

He realized that his loincloth had popped open with how he'd stuffed himself. Mildly embarrassing. He didn't really care, although he also didn't want to offend this - what was his name again - Kody. After all, he was a guest in his house, eating his food. Regardless of how wild he was, he had some manners.

Eventually, he just couldn't eat any more. Breathing shallowly, he moved over the couch without needing any kind of invitation, and laid down on it with a groan. His loincloth fell off and he gave an annoyed hiss, blindly pawing for it, finding himself unable to reach it and feeling too heavy to turn.

"It's alright, I don't mind," the raccoon observed, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. He handed Kirr a blanket to hide himself under. No doubt he'd have to lend him some clothes later as well, but he had plenty, having gone up and down in size throughout his life. Though he certainly wouldn't have minded a chubby, naked cougar in his home, it felt a little too early to suggest that. He also wanted the feline to stay warm and lazy; that way he'd burn less calories. He left the window unlocked so he wouldn't feel trapped, and before he went to sleep Kody also reminded the wild cat that there was plenty more food to be had, but by that time he was already asleep, snoring loudly in a food coma. Kody couldn't help but run a paw along his tautly stretched stomach, very gently to avoid startling him, but he was sound asleep.

When he finally was in bed with the door safely closed behind him, he tore off his pants and frenziedly stroked himself to two consecutive orgasms, imagining the proud hunter so fat he could barely move. It excited him more than the possiblity of getting to mate, and embraced that feeling even as he milked out a second load of cum, biting his lip to suppress a moan of release.

After a night of dreamless sleep he awoke to hear rustling. He sprung out of bed, wrapping himself in a blanket rather than thinking about putting clothes on, startled at first until he saw the cougar going through his cupboards. Oh, yeah. The remaining two pizzas were gone, and so were most of the meats in his fridge, as well as seemingly an entire box of cereal. Kirr had a noticeable belly now, one that jiggled as he moved from cabinet to cabinet lazily, looking at what other tasty things the raccoon had.

If it wasn't for this being his goal anyway, Kody might've been a little annoyed at him helping himself to his food like that. But with things being as they were, the only pain he felt was to his wallet. Oh well, it wasn't like he particularly wanted anything anyway. Though if the cougar decided to stay, he'd cook a homemade meal tonight. Perhaps hamburgers with an extra large helping of fries.

Kirr, meanwhile, had started to feel a little worried about his increasing weight. Hunting would be difficult if he gained any more, but all of these city foods were so tasty, he found himself almost unable to stop eating. With his stomach stretching with each meal, he felt hungry more often too, despite clearly not needing food, but rather eating for the sake of eating, for the sheer enjoyment of it. Ultimately, he'd just lose all the extra fat anyway when he returned to the wilds, he reasoned, so it wouldn't hurt to just indulge for once and not think about rationing.

"You could stay here a little longer if you'd like," Kody offered. "And maybe borrow my clothes if you want to. Though I wouldn't mind you being nude indoors."

It took all of his willpower to phrase it so neutrally, and it was the understatement of the century. He desperately wanted the cougar to walk around without any clothes, his increasingly chubby, tawny body on full display.

Kirr nodded and tried on a few articles as the raccoon cleaned up a little. A pair of loose jeans seemed to hit on him fairly well. They were wide enough, although a little too short, but he was used to walking around with no pants at all, and as such it didn't bother him. The rough fabric felt rather protective as well. Of course, he'd seen jeans before, plenty of wildlanders visited the cities occasionally when supplies were scarce, but he'd never had the opportunity to try them on before. For his upper body he hesitated for a moment, but ended up going with a plain t-shirt.

Breakfast was made using the bacon the cougar had missed and eggs he hadn't cared about. Then, looking at the sorry amount of food, he poured all of it on a plate for the cougar and placed a quick phonecall to have a proper meal delivered. A mere hearty breakfast was nowhere near enough, and after finishing the first meal, Kirr found himself agreeing. Before, it'd have been plenty to keep him going for hours, but yesterday's feast had increased his capacity many times over, and now it wasn't nearly enough.

"Where do you get all this food from?" Kirr finally asked, as they waited. He licked hips lips for the little bit of bacon flavor stuck to him.

"Oh. Money. Trading, I mean," he explained, figuring the cougar might not be intimately familiar with the concept of money. "Make it by working, trade it for services and possessions."

He was fairly well off, being an engineer. He simply chose to live a frugal life, not really the kind to flaunt his money, and so it mostly sat in his account. This was, for him, the equivalent of someone with more regular interests perhaps buying a new car. He didn't really expect the cougar to understand, though then again. the wildlanders weren't all uncivilized. Many had their own smaller communities, although rarely big enough to have currencies. The felines rarely stuck together, though. A family at most, and this cougar seemed to not have one, having come here alone. The thought made Kody's heart flutter. He grumbled quietly. I'm not developing a crush on him, am I? He pondered on it for a few moments. They barely knew each other, but that was how crushes went. It didn't help that he was so willing - if unwittingly - to let the racccoon fatten him up. They were from worlds apart, but on the other hand, people had overcome much larger differences.

He shook his head, unsure what to think. The doorbell rang, a happy coincidence to distract him from his worries. He'd always had a fondness for the classic full breakfast, complete with sausages, beans, eggs, bacon... toast, even. And he'd ordered enough for a company of twelve. While he was hungry, what really had him salivating was the idea of seeing Kirr stuff himself entirely too full again, and with a breakfast as rich as this, fullness would come quickly.

He gave his new friend an impulsive hug before digging in, and although he felt the feline's fur puff up as it startled, he also received a deep, if quiet, purr of appreciation. It made him feel warm and fuzzy in turn.

As they ate, Kody noticed the cougar was eating more eagerly now, probably having realized he enjoyed the feeling of being completely full. He decided to enjoy it, himself, at least this once. Having to go to work, he couldn't quite let himself get as massive as he was hoping the cougar would be, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least enjoy a full belly.

Kirr finished one plate and started on another, wondering if anyone went hungry in this place. He couldn't imagine it. There was a distinct pop that distracted him from his gluttonous reverie, and suddenly his belly felt bigger. He felt himself with mild panic, momentarily afraid he'd eaten so much he'd simply... burst, but discovered it to only be the jeans he'd borrowed, the button having popped off as his stomach grew. He grumbled, trying to suck his belly back in to make the pants fit, but it was, of course, a futile effort. He even felt some sort of strange satisfaction at getting so big, almost pride. It felt so right. After all, wasn't the most well-fed male the most successful one? Yet, he was also embarrassed at having ruined his borrowed pants due to his gluttonous behaviour, in an odd conflict between two urges.

When Kody noticed that his partner paused. "Don't worry about the pants, I have a lot of clothes to spare," he comforted the feline. Not exactly true, but he'd run out naked to buy more if it meant he could keep feeding Kirr. "Just go ahead and enjoy the food, when you're done eating we'll find a pair that fits."

Accepting that as an excuse, a few moments later Kirr was happily munching on more food. He particularly liked the runny yolks on the eggs and how they'd drizzle over the bacon when he sliced them open. The fork still felt awkward, but he still forced himself to use it, wanting to make a good impression on the raccoon. Maybe it was the fact that he was offering him so much free food. Maybe there was something more. He wasn't sure.

When he couldn't eat anymore, Kody teased him. "You're gonna be all fat if you keep eating like that," he said, admiring Kirr's growing belly. He could almost see it swelling larger and larger, and it excited him beyond belief. "That's good, though. You need a lot of extra calories for the summer," he grinned.

At first, Kirr folded his ears in a mixture of disapproval and mild annoyance, but on closer examination, the raccoon was right. He'd have to eat just a little more, with how good it felt. That, and he didn't seem like the kind of person who'd deliberately insult people. No, it was more good-natured teasing.

"I can't," he grumbled. "Too full."

"Just lay back and I'll help you get down a few bites more," the raccoon grinned, shifting in his seat. When the cougar didn't protest, Kody went ahead with his plan. He stood up, moving over to Kirr's side of the table, picking up a a fork and guiding it to the feline's muzzle, with another mouthful of their greasy breakfast He stroked his hair affectionately, and the cougar opened his maw, letting the sly raccoon feed him.

"That's good. You want to be a good, round cat, don't you? Just think about how good it'll feel to get all fat," he said, in the most seductive tone he could muster. "Nothing wrong with just enjoying yourself. That's how we all do it here," he murmured.

It was a bizarrely sensual scene that'd become a staple of their relationship. After he couldn't eat any more, Kody would coax him into stuffing himself a little further, almost like a lover, guiding the inexperienced cougar towards gluttonous bliss, and Kirr allowed him to. He wanted it nearly as much as Kody did, and so he dutifully swallowed down every extra bit of food that he was offered, even as he felt it straining his stomach. With any clothes he borrowed tearing so easily with how much he was eating, he ended up being naked most of the time, and the chubby raccoon followed suit, eagerly discarding his modest clothing when he got home after a day at work.

Despite his sizeable stomach - or perhaps because of it - Kirr found him rather attractive, with luxurious, rich grey fur covering most of his body, a rich bushy tail with the typical and distinct black rings long its length. And, if he looked a little lower, a plump sheath and and heavy balls, much bigger than his own. Kirr didn't feel particularly jealous, but it was impressive to look at, and he felt no shame in doing so. Kody, on the other hand, initially felt very self-conscious when he noticed the cougar looking at him, but it didn't take him long to get comfortable, even to the point of openly displaying his arousal when close to his feline friend.

They lived like that for the last few days of winter. While Kody went to work, Kirr would wander the city, although with each passing day he found walking becoming a little harder, the once slim feline running out of breath far quicker than he used to. Every street seemed to have a restaurant. So many new flavors to enjoy in abundance. He didn't have much in the way of money, of course, except for a number of bills the raccoon had given him. He had no idea what any of them were worth, but the restaurants were happy to work it out for him in exchange for a meal. Mysterious but wonderful.

He ended up staying with the raccoon, growing more fond of the little critter with each passing day, as well as becoming fatter and fatter. Occasionally, Kody would tease him. Or perhaps it wasn't teasing, but genuine complements, it was hard to tell at first. A certain lustiness began to build between the two, with how well living together worked, and they frequently caught the other stealing longing looks of each other's bodies. Kody, however, was too shy to ask, and Kirr took this shyness to mean that he wasn't interested. Then, when spring came, Kirr still felt the urge to go back. That's how he'd always done things, only this time, he realized he could be much lazier given how much bulk he'd gained since arriving in the city.

Although hearing this made Kody's heart sink, he understood it. The worries, more than anything, came from wondering if the now rather "plus-sized" and harmless-looking feline would actually even be able to return to his former life. Long gone was the fearsome hunter, after all. He didn't, however, want to make Kirr feel suffocated; he was a wild beast, at at least on some level. Thus, fighting back the tears, he gave the cougar a hug and showed him out.

Kirr managed to make it to the farms before he nearly collapsed from exhaustion, steadying himself against the fence surrounding one of the pastures. He looked ahead and realized he'd have to climb a mountain range to get back to where he started, and he groaned with frustration. Not to mention all the other thoughts of having to hunt rather than practically having food shoveled into his mouth. How had he ever managed that? There was a rather typical feline pride to the concept of doing so, but the similarly typical feline laziness was in staunch opposition.

It wasn't just the newfound bulk that made him feel like that, even though he had already started feeling hungry again. No, it was also a certain tameness, the realization that he enjoyed living in the city, noisy as it was sometimes. He liked all the comforts it offered, and in particular he liked the food. He sighed, looking back towards City 34. He missed the raccoon already.He could have gone back to the wilderness, he told himself, but at least for the time being, he just _didn't feel like it._That, and his stomach growled.

It felt like a fateful decision. On one hand, he had all of those fond memories of being out there, a nearly feral hunter, one with nature. But on the other, he realized he'd grown attached to the raccoon and his lifestyle, and his past life felt distant and hazy. What sense would it make to go back when he had everything he'd wanted right here?

Panting shallowly, he turned around, the allure of gluttony for its own sake too strong to resist. He realized he was actually growing hard from just imagining eating again, becoming so fat he could barely move. It didn't make any sense, but it felt good, and as such, he decided to do it. With a sigh, he began to walk back towards the city itself. It'd be a much longer journey than the first time.

He did make it home - that's what it was, it was home - in one piece, although thoroughly exhausted. Kody was nearly ecstatic to see his chubby friend again, and helped him over to the bed so he could lie down. He had already been cooking dinner, more than he could've ever eaten by himself, in the vain hopes that the cougar would be back, and so hearing him knock on the door and wheeze all the way to bed was like Christmas come early. Everything was wonderful again.

After a few moments catching his breath while Kody finished cooking, Kirr really thought about the situation, and exhaustion quickly began to give way to lust. After all, he was going to live here for the foreseeable future, and he did want to mate. Granted, he also wanted to eat, but dinner was soon served and so that need was put on the sidelines for a moment. Still, Kody was nude as usual, and Kirr had seen his red shaft peeking out of its sheath when he'd returned, even if he'd been too out of breath to really think about it, then. It seemed like their attraction was mutual, and as such, he decided to see if the raccoon would be willing to take that step.

Kody, meanwhile, was merely happy to have the cougar back, and went as far as to serve his dinner on the nightstand. Sex wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind, but that all changed when the cougar lazily rolled onto his stomach with a smile on his muzzle, and he raised his tail invitingly. That unmistakable gesture flipped a switch inside him, from affectionate to out-of-control horny, to the point his heart skipped a beat, likely due to all the blood suddenly being directed into his cock.

The raccoon pounced_into the bed where his plus-sized friend was waiting so quickly he almost broke the springs, already under a lot of pressure from the bed's other occupant. He couldn't remember _ever being quite this hard, this needy, this eager to mate with someone. Not as he was now, at the very culmination of him successfully feeding the hunter until he was just another lazy, sexy city dweller, just as eager to eat too much, to stuff himself until his stomach was stretched, as Kody himself was. And now he'd get to enjoy being stuffed from the other end as well.

Turning back to look at the raccoon's rather sizeable cock, jutting out and ready for breeding, his plump balls swinging with each move he made, only inspired the cougar feel even more eager, and he stretched out on the bed, luxuriating in feeling those soft fabrics against his fur. It wasn't as if Kirr hadn't done it before, but never with a raccoon, and never quite this eagerly, or... hedonistically. There was a thrill to gorging on food while mating, satisfying those two deeply primal needs at once. And so, he laid still with his tail hiked high while his partner clambered on top of his newfound bulk.

Kirr took another bite of his pizza as he wagged his rear against his partner's hips. He wasn't hungry, but eating felt good. Just as the other male would stretch his tailhole, he wanted to stretch his belly, and at this point he had such a voracious appetite, such a high capacity, that'd it'd take a lot of effort. A good excuse to eat more and more, every melted drop of cheese, every slice of fatty sausage, every bit of the crunchy crust that he downed only exciting him more. He luxuriated in it, eating slowly but in large bites, taking in those flavors and textures, a little surge of dopamine accompanying each bite he swallowed. Each one only stretched him further, and it'd become more fat on his body until he was so bulky he wouldn't even be able to move, at least not easily. Three of four times the weight he'd started at. And he didn't mind; in fact, he loved the idea of just lounging around, swallowed whole by his gluttonous desires, with a sprinkling of lust keeping him lazy and happy. It was almost too much. He was already hard as steel, his cock being squeezed against the softness of the bed by the equal softness of his bloated belly.

"Are you ready?" Kody asked, squeezing a bit of cold lube onto his shaft. While spreading the cougar's filled-out cheeks, he also rubbed some more across the his pink, fleshy opening, his nimble fingers just barely dipping inside and drawing little shivers and purrs from the other male.

"Yes," Kirr purred, pushing his rear back against the raccoon's probing fingers. His stomach jiggled beneath him, growing with each bite he had. His precum was soaking into the bed, the pressure on his maleness making it feel almost as if he was inside someone as well.

Kody didn't need any further encouragement. He was lucky to be well endowed, because otherwise the growing curves of the cougar's ass would've gotten in the way. Being as he was, they only provided more stimulation, the velvety fur hugging his shaft even as his tip sank into his wonderfully fat roommate. He was tight, snugly squeezing around the raccoon's curved shaft, but the heat and knowing who it was he was about to properly mate with were what really had him dripping. Kirr trembled with anticipation , purring constantly now, as he felt his mate sink into him. That's what they were, at this point, in unspoken but clear agreement; mates. Not just a wildlander and a city dweller living together, there was something more, now, and the feeling was mutual.

Thanks to the slickness of the lube, Kody sank as far as he could into his mate's warm confines, that intensely erotic warmth and tightness enveloping most of his cock. He held himself deep inside for a moment, resting against the soft feline, simply taking in the sensations. Finally having free access to the cat's body, he ran his paws through his fur, a happy little sigh escaping his lips as he felt just how much weight he'd put on, probably well over twice where he started, and there'd be more. He couldn't well leave his mate unfilled.

And with that thought, he started rocking hips hips, withdrawing until only his very tip remained inside, feeling the feline pucker clinging to his length, and then slowly sinking back into that wonderful passage, stretching it wide around his rod. Each thrust made his lover's belly and round butt jiggle delightfully, and soon he'd settled into a rhythm of rut, chittering with joy.

It'd been a while for Kirr. At first, it was almost too much, the raccoon's cock feeling much bigger inside him than it looked outside, but he wanted it, wanted to be stretched wide open. The way the raccoon's cock was curved had it bump over his prostate with each slow thrust, putting just enough pressure on it to make him yowl. He gave himself over to those sensations, encouraging his mate to pick up the pace, to thrust hard enough that he'd be rocked against the bed The familiar, sweet agony of a massive climax was starting to build in his loins, though much different than when he'd simply pleasure himself alone. Better than with any of his previous, ephemeral partners, even. There was a sense of fulfilment, not merely release. He wanted to feel Kody throb, to mark his insides with his thick, sticky seed. And then, he'd do the same, maybe by having the raccoon ride him to another shuddering climax.

And all the while, he was eating, his panting quick and labored from how full he was. At first, he had been worried about putting on so much weight, but not any more. No, he'd eat everything his mate offered him, as long as his bones could support it. A little gurgling moan of joy escaped his muzzle. He was getting close, now, the increasingly feverish rutting quickly pushing him towards the point of no return.

Kody, meanwhile, was in seventh heaven pounding into his lover, feeling every instinctive clench. His balls were tightening, preparing to unleash a veritable torrent of his seed deep into the cat's body, his cock swelling even bigger, somehow, in the already tight embrace of Kirr's ass. The lovers moaned in unison, both knowing the only way this was going to end, their bodies working together as one to fulfil their carnal union. Animalistic as it may have been, it was also intimate and loving, and as he felt his body tensing for the final time, any possibility of stopping his oncoming climax now past, he leaned on top of the cougar, embracing his flabby new form with urgency, as tightly as he could.

Kirr reached his peak first. With a yowl, his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, sweeping him along. His cum sprayed out between the bed and his stretched belly, thick ropes of the stuff soaking into both fabric and fur even as he clenched hard and rhythmically around the raccoon's shaft, milking him, and pulling him over the edge as well. The raccoon chittered, hilting himself within his mate, hips grinding against his ass as he peaked. He growled, throbbing against the cougar's inner walls, feeling his thick cream surge through his shaft and splatter into his lover in great spurts, painting every inch of his insides white with that warm essence. Again and again those pulses of ecstasy surged through him, his cock jumping and throbbing, until he was completely spent, every last drop of it safely deposited inside the cougar.

All strength seemed to drain out of his muscles and he collapsed onto of the hefty feline, his slowly softening maleness still snugly inside him. Neither could more than sigh happily, so lost in the blissful afterglow. Kody could scarcely believe what'd just happened, or how incredibly sexy the cougar was like this, full of both food and cum. Kirr, on the other hand, could very much believe it, and wallowed in the lingering pleasure, almost feeling like he was floating. Soon enough, they'd have to clean up, but until then, they simply enjoyed each other. Their lives were all but set; he and the raccoon became practically inseparable, living this indulgent and gluttonous life together, and Kirr kept gaining more and more weight, loving every kilogram he put on. And so, the city claimed yet another wildlander into its hedonistic fold. But he didn't mind. He'd found so many new things to enjoy, after all, and perhaps most importantly of all, someone to love.