Senses
Another Commission for Dexter_Rabbit on FA. Some shameless fatty porn here, just showing how being around Sasuke can assault all five of your senses all at once.
Huffing in the befouled air seeping out of the door before him, Dexter's tail slowly began to twitch above the swell of his rump. Both glee and lust bubbled up inside of the lapine as he reached for the door handle before him, giving it a light twist in order to gain entry into the room. Just the simple click of the door handle was enough to send a shiver down his spine, but as the door slowly swung open and the rancid air from inside of the room flooded out towards the rabbit, he went weak in the knees thanks to waves of unadulterated lust washing over him. It took significant restraint to not burst through the door and run towards his destination inside, but Dexter knew he shouldn't rush into such things; this moment was meant to be savored. The stench of old food, unwashed fur, cum, sweat, and overbearing musk all peppered the rabbit's pink nose, his chubby brown cheeks involuntarily turning red as a blush found it's way to his face. Every scent that he drank up was one of a pure fatass, an anthro who had fully surrendered to the siren's call of gluttony and basked in the throes of it. In fact, it was beyond that... Just through the smells alone that hit him in waves, over and over, the lapine could smell something even more deeply rooted than a simple surrender to gluttony. There was no surrender here; this was a conquering of gluttony. This was an anthro who had taken greedy excess by the neck and abused it; surrender wasn't in this stench... For there would be the stench of fetid flesh, of regret, of attempts at cleaning in the form of lingering perfumes or chemicals... None of that was in the air as Dexter finally took a single step through the entryway. No, instead, there were just the smells of grease, of sugar, of musk... All of it and far, far more, but nothing indicating any regret or attempts to stop his surrender, or his conquering, of such a petty vice as gluttony.
It was the smell of Sasuke.
That first step into the house, one that the wolfdragon had rented so that he could spend a month or two fully indulging himself, was met with resistance for Dexter. Looking down, the lapine saw why immediately, as the crunch of wrappers and boxes beneath his large feet reached his ears even faster than the sight of the nearly knee-high pile of detritus right in front of the door. Indeed, this wasn't a lone pile... It was just a surge in the sea of trash that filled every corner of the house that Sasuke didn't. The crunches and crinkles of wrappers beneath his feet, around his shins, and against even the underside of his sagging, bulging paunch all filled Dexter's ears as he waded forward through the tide of past meals in the house. Every step was another former feast, something left over from the pure excess in which Sasuke had lived for just a couple months. A couple months. That was all that it had taken for the wolfdragon to go from merely massively obese to something that could be easily construed as a life-time shut-in, an unrepentant glutton whose life was now forfeit to food. Each crunch, each bump, and every crinkle gave away further and further just how much food the wolfdragon had eaten. It was an amount that would put smaller countries to shame, and yet the hybrid had just worked through it like it was nothing for him. Not without consequences, though, as the other sounds that punctuated the wrappers and boxes beneath and around Dexter were from the wolfdragon himself. Gaseous explosions, shaking the house on its very foundation, were apparent to Dexter before he had even gotten out of his car. The stench of countless belches and equally uncountable farts besmirched the very walls of the house themselves, cracks formed along the plaster in them from the bassy vibrations and earth-quivering force of such explosions from the wolfdragon. This, along with the stench peeling the paint off the walls in some spots from how powerful and overbearing it was... And it was quite obvious that the draolf had eaten himself into a gassy production factory, something that he would often do even without the freedom he had given himself for a couple months of vacation. In between these powerful blasts of methane and other gasses, the raspy wheeze of a beast fully smothered in lard battered Dexter's ears as he drank that up too. It was a desperate attempt to force more air into an overblown, smothered core that was vastly overheated and even moreso overinsulated. Dexter had heard it before, as he too even had a light pant when he walked thanks to his own chubby frame. His own breathing though didn't hold a candle to what he could hear between the long _BRrrrrRRRAAAAAARRRRRRaaaaAAAPP_s and _PhhhHHHHHhhhhhHHHHhhHHHHRRRRTTT_s that continually streamed out of the room ahead of him. It sounded like a drowning, gurgling fish out of water; it sounded like Sasuke's body was finally having enough of his gluttonous tendencies. Could the wolfdragon end such a struggle? Of course, he could strengthen his lungs with a mere thought and add oxygen tanks to help himself even further. He didn't, though... And instead, just let the wheezing add to the cacophony of Sasuke that spewed unfiltered out of his room. It was his own way of showing he had indeed conquered gluttony, as he was letting the side effects of such rampant feasting linger on his frame; he relished them, clearly, and Dexter went weaker in the knees just thinking about that.
Those were the sounds of Sasuke.
Each step brought Dexter closer to his prize, and as such, once he rounded the corner into the room which housed Sasuke, the lapin's eyes went wide at what he saw before him. This wasn't a wolfdragon anymore... No, this was something far more that was spreading out before his eyes. Oozing full yards away from the king mattress he was perched on, the beached collection of grey folds and rolls looked to be in motion. Each heaving, wheezing breath undulated his chest, which in term shook the far-wider-than-long sacs of blubber that had once been biceps. Paws were somewhere on those limbs, but they were long lost to the fat of the wolfdragon as they had been completely covered by the encroaching forearm rolls of the draolf. His chest alone was something to just drink in for Dexter, as each of those moobs looked to weigh nearly twice what he did, and he was a rather sizable bunny already. Those twin peaks of pure, buttery fat jiggled and quaked with the slightest motion, the coughs and hacks between desperate breaths sending ripples through the doughy, pudding-like surface of the draolf. So much fat was packed into those man-breasts that there were dimples of cellulite on the bottom of them, the fur looking like cottage cheese on the bottom and sides of his moobs. It was a sight that caused a stream of lust-induced drool to leak from Dexter's mouth, his cock stirring in his pants at long last as the lapine just stared on at the shifting, gravid mass of draolf before him. Drinking up more of him, the lapin looked up the draolf further to try and find his face... Only to be greeted by a rather smothered nose protruding from what looked to be a stack of meaty pancakes. Gone were even the concepts of a neck and chin, instead just a monster-truck tire of flab that encircled the mutt's head and kept his face pointing towards the ceiling. The ring of pure fat quivered with every breath, just like the chest it was resting on, though with the belches that seemed to spew from Sasuke like steam from a factory, it bulged and quaked far more aggressively thanks to just how much air was being forced out at once. That neck meant that Dexter wasn't able to see much of the draolf's face, but what he could see... It was smothered. There was no sight for the draolf as his cheeks came from below, and the fat even on his forehead, not to mention from his back or wall-smothering ass, had rolled over his eyes and blinded the beast. Miniature bellies of fat, ones that would take any anthro from thin to chubby by adding the fat in them alone, hung off the sides of that muzzle and sagged down atop that tire of neck to both widen and further smother Sasuke's face; the two bellies were his cheeks. There was no doubt that the draolf couldn't hear either, as the deep grey fur of his rump rose feet above his head before rolling out over it. Fat smothered every aspect of that head, the only giveaway was, again, that little nose sticking out as well as the row of teeth on what little muzzle could reach out past the rolling hills of cheek and neck-fat in order to both draw in and expel air from the wolfdragon. Dexter had never seen any other anthro even remotely as fat, and as his eyes continued to look over the wolfdragon, it was easy to see why to him. There was no tail on the draolf, for example, as the appendage had been bloated to such a comical size that it had joined up with the twin mountains of fat that were the draolf's overblown ass and climbed the wall nearly two full yards behind him. So wide was that tail that the part of it that rested above those cheeks, climbing the wall with them, that it looked as though the draolf had two cracks in his ass, and three cheeks. The spines of that tail were long-hidden by the fat around them, the cellulite dimples of flab were present on all three pillars of blubber behind the wolfdragon, and they framed his whole frame rather well... Despite, still, not even being as wide as the mutt. That feat, the widest part of the beast, was a combined effort of hips and belly. The sight that Dexter had saved for last, of course, was that grandiose expanse of blubber and table muscle, something which had grown Sasuke to that size and far beyond, even though the draolf looked to still be wanted more... How could someone his size not want more? He had nothing to live for but eating after all, so there was nothing but more in his future. Dexter was there for that, but first, he had to drink up the rest of Sasuke. Looking down at that belly at long last, the rabbit nearly came right then and there as he saw that sweat-stained, matted fur spread out for yards all around him. The lapine couldn't even take in all of Sasuke in one look, having to pan from side to side as well as up and down in order to get all of that fat into his vision, and burned into his mind as he drank up that sight. Rolls upon rolls of blubber lined the sides of that great bulge of excess, the swell of that gut nearly taut at the center and looking pink thanks to the grossly thinned fur at the front. A veritable river system of stretchmarks ran over all of that exposed hide, some nearly the width of Dexter's palms, as he just gone and eaten for a couple months straight; there had been no breaks for the wolfdragon, as he had used a myriad of stimulants and appetite enhancers to ensure that every second had been spent consuming. How did Dexter know this? There was a pile of pill bottles to one side of the wolfdragon, giving away just how dedicated he had been to consumption, and just how much he had foregone any sort of surrender to gluttony; he wanted to beat that sin, not give in to it... And he clearly, very clearly, had. The waterfalls of sweat that poured from the sides of his form, car-lengths apart but still coming from the same slovenly being flowed from deep within the feet-deep crevices of unwashed, fetid flesh that the draolf had hidden through consumption. Food peppered every inch of his frame, crumbs, and wrappers plastered to him like some sort of hideous modern-art piece of excess and the warnings against it. Of course, this was nothing of the sort, and with the acreage of canvas that the draolf now possessed thanks to his overzealous overeating, it was all that Dexter could do to not just cum in his pants, and start mercilessly humping at the display of wanton gluttony before him. Grey had been Sasuke's color, along with orange for his hair... Now though? The draolf was shades of muted browns, greens, yellows... He looked like a rainbow of a buffet, and clearly, he was content with that look as he had, again, made no moves to clean it up despite being able to do so quite easily. It was another sign of his hopeless, reckless, needless addiction to conquering gluttony, and yet something that Dexter couldn't help but stare at.
It was the look of Sasuke.
Staring for nearly another minute more, Dexter couldn't help but cum in his pants. His cock was painfully hard, even as he released his spunk out into his pants... But, that pain was quickly gone as the lapine reached out to touch Sasuke. Any thoughts other than lustful, needy ones for that wolfdragon were washed from the lapine's mind the second his paw touched the wolfdragon. In fact, he came again despite having just done so as soon as contact with the mammoth mutt was established. He then pressed a bit more of his paw into that wolfdragon, forcing out a rather uproarious belch from the wheezing ball of shapeless blubber. Leaning in a little more, the draolf just gave as his doughy surface all but absorbed the bunny who was pressing against him. The wolfdragon was the consistency of wet dough, a pudding, or something in between as he just lay in the small sea of himself and tried to keep his overheating core from just collapsing. His fur was just as warm, the strained hide which was struggling to contain all of that fat even warmer still. He practically radiated the heat through every aspect of his being, from the explosions of gas from his rear to the very hide of his body. So warm was he, that the bunny was already starting sweat from just a few moments of being pressed against the wolfdragon. The sweat of the draolf was already permeating his clothing, clothing which was starting to all but teat thanks to the acidic nature of that sweat, as well as Sasuke using a little of his power in order to make sure that Dexter could get as close as possible to the mammoth mutt. Dexter didn't pay much mind to this though, instead basking in that sweaty musk, that overwhelming warmth, and above all, the doughy softness beneath his fur and touching most inches of his frame. Fur rubbing on fur, fat rubbing on fat, and as Dexter's clothes dissolved off his frame, his cock rubbing against that fat as well... The lapine couldn't help but start to hump again as a low, guttural purr began to spring from his mouth. It was just too much for him, too much stimulation, and he could only want more of it.
That was the touch of Sasuke
The wolfdragon's gut began to shift as Dexter leaned against it, the draolf's massive table muscle lifting into the air as though it was on a crane. It indeed was, in a sense, as there was an immense tarp beneath his expansive paunch, and a crane rated to lift cars attached to the ceiling... But there was just so much Sasuke now, so impossibly much fat trying to be contained inside the likes of one anthro, that the crane would have broken without a little bit of the wolfdragon's intervention. He didn't do much, just making sure that nothing would fail and crush the bunny beneath his stomach... But it didn't take long for that invitation to make itself known. Dexter saw that stomach lifting, feeling it grinding against him as more and more of that girth bulged out towards him. Sasuke didn't so much lift as he oozed forward and further to the sides atop that tarp. There would be no lifting his mass, as even the largest of trucks and cranes couldn't handle the weight of the beast now; there was just simply too much of him now. And that was to put it lightly. To be more frank, he had grown too fat to reasonably be moved whatsoever. It was the price of his battle with gluttony, but one that he was relishing in his own way. His breaths became more desperate and frantic as the weight of his chest pressed more down onto the battered, smothered lungs beneath the yards of fat which were crushing its confines. His throat closed slightly thanks to the arc of his stomach lifting it, forcing the draolf to arch back further just to be able to breathe... If only he could due to that resistance of the fat of his ass and the flab of his tail keeping him firmly pinned in place. He was struggling to breathe, and that was clear... And yet he didn't seem to mind as his stomach was lifted just a couple feet from it's resting place on the floor. The lifting of that gut sent a new, overpowering wave of stench out towards Dexter. The lapine's eyes watered, his tail wilting slightly, and even his ears drooping as the power of that musky, cum-laden air just came rushing out to wash over him like a tidal wave of stench. It was just about too much, but he was able to resist the urge to either vomit or to become too weak in the knees to stay standing. It was just too much... But that wave was also a clear invitation to the lapine to clamber under there. He did just that too, not wasting a moment in his scampering as he pressed his bulk down under all that heft. Pressing down in, more and more, it was... Just enough for the lapine to reach his prize. He made it down in, and once he saw his prize, it only took a press of his paw into that pure, buttery, soft as marshmallow fat in order to get the draolf above him to cum. Neglected for two solid months, that cock had been leaking and cumming all of its own, without stimulation, that entire time. Buried deep in fat, it was just too much for him to ignore now... And that press was enough to set him off like a hose. The weak dribble of cum was hardly enough for the bunny, but he still leaned forward and tasted a bit of that cum... Licking at that fat pad was enough to force more out; of course, it was just as he remembered it. Sweet, musky, and almost fattening even though there was so little of it that managed to make the trek out of his fat cave.
That was the taste of Sasuke.
And the last of the senses that Sasuke could indulge... For another two months, of course.