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The warm afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the oak, painting distorted patterns on a fat set of thunder thighs, each as wide as some of the thick branches above them. The fat thighs were stuffed into a pair of too tight sweat pants, the stretched fabric butt barely covering those giggling rump cheeks by half, a full six inches of ass crack bulging out between the creaking waistband and the fluffy overblown bottle brush tail wagging above it. Above that luxurious, silky tail a great bulging roll pudged out beneath the rolled up edge of a slightly greasy sweatshirt, a deep orange-red fur puffing out to reap as much of the warm sunlight as it could.

Following the waist of the shirt and pants from the back, the nearly foot wide divide expanded between them as it moved around the front, the orange red fur suddenly replaced by boundless amounts of white down fluff. As the sweatshirt continued in its valiant effort to conceal the hog of a butterball, the signs of battle fatigue were starting to become apparent. The edges of seams wrapped around this widest of equators were stretching and separating allowing plump bulges of adipose tissue to spill forth from within. Porking out nearly three feet in front of its owner, the goliath gut was forced into three folds by the over-taught sweatsuit, too much blubber forcing the belly button and surround flesh to pooch out in engorged manner. Just around the navel the downy fur was starting to thin, the follicles developing some distance over the stretched pelt they were embedded in.

Moving up the food stained chest one finds a fat set of breasts stuffed into the tortured material, more porky than perky, but a well endowed set nonetheless. On either side of these mammoth melons burst forth a set of overstuffed arms, the joints defined as though wrapped by rubber bands, more fur covered flab bulging through the stretched out seams. The arms and buxom connected with a pair of meaty shoulders, which bulged up into a oversized doughnut of a neck. Currently sinking into this neck was the porcine face of one very fat fox, which was busy rooting around in an empty takeout container, tongue busily cleaning the mushroom sauce out of the corners. The fat fox rolled onto his back and gave his belly a squeeze, not noticing it was a little too quiet.

Without warning, the gluttonous vulpine found his heavy body being dragged by the ankle, the sweatshirt rolling up under his arms as the rough journey made everything else jiggle uncontrollably. Quite suddenly the porcine vulpine found himself suspended upside-down by his leg, a single muscular arm held him up, bring his eyes up to meet the deep blue eyes of his captor. "Looky here... self stuffing turkey." He dropped the fox onto a table with thud, again causing a quake of vulpine adipose accompanied by a crack from somewhere beneath the table top. "The pack is gonna love you, of course..." A stack of boxes, varying in thickness and width were dropped inches from the foxes face. "There's not nearly enough of you..." the large, muscle bound lupine flipped the top of one of the boxes, and pulled out what appeared to be a calzone, bulging with sweet hot sausage and meatballs.

The wolf pulled an end off the calzone and a string of provolone impregnated ricotta cheese dropped onto the foxes plumped muzzle, his tongue flicked out in a natural reaction to food in close proximity. "That smells pretty good but I just *Gloomph" the wolf shoved the larger half of the meat and cheese stuffed fried dough-ball in, cutting his hogs protest short. "Pigs don't talk... pigs eat and grow fat." He used the smaller chunk of calzone to wipe a gob of cheese from the side the foxes chewing maw and press it in. The vulpines eyes watered as partially chewed sausage and cheese was forced down his throat and into that piggy belly. His lupine predator already armed with pizza the fox covered his face so as to finish chewing, there was a grunt of derision, and when he looked up again the wolf was gone.

With a heavy *Glorping* swallow the overfed fox sighed and tugged at the rolled up sweatshirt, pulling a few leaves out before smoothing it around it's enlarged . Patting at his swollen bulge the vulpine started to rock himself, before his arm was yanked with near enough force to pull it out of socket, the wolf had returned and was tying him down to the table. His fat arms spread wide, the fox knew he was in trouble, he was unable roll or even squirm under the mass of his mountainous gut. "Come on now this is a little extr..." *Mrff* a meatball hoagie gag was forced into that yapping mouth. "If a mouth is busy flapping, it can be made busy with eating..." with this simple statement he force more between the oscillating jaws of his fuzzy hog.

Another hards swallow and the forcefed fox was left panting as his already full stomach was pressing against his diaphragm, and it was only getting worse with the last of the sub being pressed in with a hunk of pepperoni pizza following with it. The wolf pressed his hand mercilessly into the firm surface of the bloated fox belly, eliciting a groan and puppy dog eyes from the chewing fox. Another swallow and the pressure mounted, the vulpines head hitting the table with a thud. "You look thirsty..." A funnel was shoved in, the wolfs huge paw wrapping around the plump muzzle and squeezing it painfully hard. "Beer?" he poured the pitcher in as the porker fox wrenched his maw back and forth as much as possible "Who are you kidding, you'll put away four pitchers, but not before the pizza and hoagies..."

letting the funnel fall to the table , the wolf grinned as the fox gasped for air, partly because of the cold beer, but mostly because of the weight of his opulent girth. Allowing the vulpine to catch his breath he wandered around the side of the table "*tssk tssk* foxy... It looks like you exceeded the vulpine capacity of this particular sweatsuit." The barbaric lupine stood up on the bench and tried to pull the top down over the foxes ample gut, but at this point in time he was fat too glutted to even consider such preposterous things. "way too much fox crammed in there..." The overstuffed vulpines cheeks burned red at the humiliation of the shirt riding up over his chest."...or is it..." He picked up another couple of slices of deep dish meat lovers. "...not enough fox stuffed in there?" he lowered the pizza but the blushing fox would have none of it. "Not hungry?"

the wolf peered around the mountainous gut to spy another swollen bulge just beneath. "Well it appears you're enjoying this, he switched hands with the pizza and grabbed at the mound of flesh in those of overly tight sweat pants. The fox opened his mouth to moan at this elicit attention, and the wolf took full advantage. There was so much meat and cheese in the fox's mouth he could barely chew yet alone close it, and yet more pizza was coming. As he chewed it loosely he could feel the tangy, partially chewed mass forced down, he swallowed several bulging throat fulls but still it pressed on. With every swallow the wolf's tail wagged more gleefully as the fur covered gut turned into a fur covered ball. The tight mass of the foxes gut was aching tremendously with the full brunt of the second feast in as many hours. His taught gut pulsed with deep pain as his tight stretched pelt burned with tension. Tears in his eyes he watched the wolf bring the funnel and another pitcher of beer. Swallowing the bulging mouthful he was chewing and the pain it brought.

As the wolf brought the funnel down he yelped out in pain "ANOREXIA!!!" his head hit the table as he wept softly. The wolf dropped the pitcher "Oh god... Did I go too far?" he quickly cradled the Randy's head as he undid his wrists, kissing him gently all the while. "Just far enough..." the fox panted, grabbing his glutted gut and holding on for dear life, He took a moment to pull the muscled wolf in for another kiss. "Just enough..." he repeated, tears still flowing from his eyes. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" he nuzzled his fat foxy. "No... but if I don't bust a nut soon I might actually explode... What's left anyway?" the wolf lifted the lid on one of the remaining boxes "Another half a pizza and a box of boneless wings..." Ralph leaned forward and placed his arms under the significantly heavier fox, the porcine vulpine licked him. "Let's go to the bedroom, have us some dessert." The wolf nodded "Oaky... But first..."

He set the fox gently on the bench roughly in a seated position, the vulpine sat widely as his gut forced his tremendous thighs broadly to each side. He had to lean back just the keep from dislocating his hips. The fox heard the sound of cardboard, and the barbeque lighter flicking, before his big buff wolf came trotting back into view. He grinned widely as he held the cake out in front of him, a single candle flickered in the soft breeze "Happy birthday baby..." The fox leaned back and gave an ill looking grin, his tongue hanging out as he rubbed his drum taught gut. "Relax silly, just blow out your candle. We'll save the cake for later tonight..." Randy leaned in and gave a labored huff, extinguishing the flame. "Did you make a wish?" the vulpine nodded with a weak smile. the wolf pulled the candle out and placed the icing covered end in front of Randy's plump snout, the fox obliged him and cleaned it off.

"Okay... one more thing... then we fuck." he practically pranced to the tool shed in the corner of the yard, before waving the fox over. Randal gave an exasperated look of disbelief. "Really? you want me to..." Ralph nodded eagerly and the fox once more obliged. Placing one of his paws out as far as he could, he leaned forward and let gravity do some of the work. As that great creamy tide rolled forth the fox pushed up on his foundation paw and caught himself with the other. Now standing the fox was still hunched over, Belly gripped in two wide open hands. the porked out vulpine pulled upwards and back, pulling that gargantuan gut over his center of gravity. Ralph couldn't help but fondle himself as the generously fed fox started to wobble towards him.

With every graceless step each of Randy's meat packed thighs shifted in an effort to slide over one another. Each time he lifted a devoted knee, the leg would force the adipose flesh saggin from under his gut to bulge up and out, before sagging back against his crotch. Randy's belly wasn't the only thing that ached, as he waddled heavily over the shed his balls were bulging as well, the thick roll of fat over his plump erection was nearly rubbing him off. "Is this gonna take long?" his arm fat sagged and jiggled as he wiped his sweaty brow. "I'm about to blow the crotch out of these things." he point a sausage finger at the trembling sweatpants. Ralph stepped forward and hugged him, his hips getting a few stray humps into that fat gut. Helping the fox regain his balance the wolf excitedly stepp up to the the shed doors. We'll take care of that, but first I figured you might need this."

Ralph slammed the doors open and Rands jaw sagged, the flapping lower mandible supported by the flabby neck and chins beneath it. It was a wheelbarrow, or more precisely the most pimped out wheelbarrow this fox had ever seen. The back had been cut out in a crescent moon shape, the edge and interior were covered with brown upholstered padding, it was painted with a candy apple glitter finish, and the beefy off road tire sat on a chrome rim between two high performance shock absorbers. "Oh Ralph..." the fox waddled over and fell against him and the shed, the wolf letting loose an *oof* as he was smooshed with an impromptu tongue bath. his muzzle met with his piggy's and they kissed long and hard, Ralph taking the time to grab a quick fondle of those oozing love handles.

"Giving a quick lick he leaned in. "Try it out..." the fox took a moment to regain his balance before hobbling over to his shiny new toy. The wolf happily helped heft that bloated bag of fox lard into position, it oozed out into the soft pads, all lined in smooth, luxuriant suede. He didn't reach the far edges by half though. "Soon..." the wolf patted at the fluffy fox girth."...Out and over these edges." He pulled his hand out as if to extenuate the size, before reaching in for a tight hugs "And beyond." Randy happily took the wide set handles, and with no effort at all lifted his pooching paunch upwards. He waddled backwards and around the yard. Though he still waddled due to his massive thighs, his belly was no longer pushing down on them, and he was no longer holding the mass of blubber himself.

A whistle called across the yard, and Ralph was waiving into the glass doors of the house, Randy happily waddled in, leaning up to steal a smooch from his wolf. The straight shot through the house was easily maneuvered by the wheeled fox, the wide doorways accommodating the wheelbarrow with ease. Randy went straight for the bedroom and waited his muscled prince. Ralph stood and watched the panting fox for a moment, thick rolls of lard bulging out over whatever grey material dare try to contain them. The foxes glorious belly sat like three bags of cement in the shiny wheelbarrow, soon there'd be more of it to fill it out. The fox rubbed his gut sensually as his tongue panted out through the smile splitting the chubby cheeks. Placing one hand on his sagging rump he tugged at the straining sweatshirt, a total loss at the moment, and beckoned the wolf forth.

The wolf plodded forward and pulled down the sweat pants, licking and kissing at the thick fat rolls lining the foxes broad back. The pants didn't give up the goods without a fight, tighter than a sausage skin each one had to be painstakingly peeled off the blubbery vulpine drumstick they encased. Placing a hand under the porkified fox's cankles, he pulled the pants off and tossed them into the too small hamper. Standing up, the wolf pressed his erection into the tight panties sinking into those barrel hips and grabbed at the foxes overdeveloped man breasts. Pulling the sweatshirt off allowed the ample bosom to bulge out even more, leaving Randy looking much like an obese vixen in her undies. Ralph kissed him again and placed a hand under that bulging mass of rolls and folds. Lifting up on Randy's gut, the foxes center of gravity shifted towards the bed, which is precisely where he stumbled. Boyfriend now seated, Ralph shed his clothes in no time flat, taking slightly longer than normal to parade in front of the overblown birthday boy.

The wellfed fox sighed happily "Wish granted..." and the wolf gently pressed him into the lying position. Ripping the panties in half the wolf grabbed the throbbing fox cock and began stroking, all the while hugging the tremendous blubbery gut. He licked and kissed the foxes belly button, causing the vulpine butterball to squirm and whimper happily as his deep navel was invaded by the busy lupine tongue. Impossibly full, the fox's stomach hurt from his whimpering and mirth. "Ralph... *Ohnn* Ralph..." the wolf ignored him, continuing to stroke him off as he nuzzled and licked the top of his growing mountainous tummy. "RALPH..." he moaned as the pumping increased. "I think I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna bust my... my... my..." A gusher of white fox spunk hit Ralph in the chest, the thick spurts dripping down his washboard abs and onto the floor.

Randy huffed and puffed trying desperately to breathe, each labored breath causing his overtight pelt to burn with renewed fire. He gasped and panted at the brilliant release of pent up lust, his mighty wolf smiling in his face. "I can taketh... and I can giveth." he grabbed the Vulpines bulging ankle and rolled him onto his belly, Randy watched the mirror on the wall in horror as the wolf meat, easily four times his own length and thickness, was plunged deep into his jiggling ass. the Thick wolf meat stretched everything out and Randy went from fear to rolling his eyes back, tongue lolling out in pleasure. "You seem tighter tonight fluffy..." the wolf Gasped out as he leaned in to squeeze the foxes thick lovehandles. "That's... that's... that's... cause I'm... about to... bust... you fuck" the fox was once more erect as he was stuffed so cruelly from behind.

Suddenly, with a barely audible *pop* Ralphs knot forced its way into Randy's anal ring, the wolf grabbed a round the foxes bosom chest and pulled tight for the release. "Almost..." he began kissing and licking the fat neck rolls in front of him, before he froze. Hands sliding down the blimp foxes side he yelped at the size of his own load, those tennis ball sized but gushing forth in a torrent straight into the overstuffed vulpine pig. Randal felt himself bulge even fuller, he let out a *belch* and then came again, releasing a second spray of his genetic goo onto the bedspread. Both of the panting, overstimulated canines rolled onto their sides, Ralph cuddling in tight to the bloated form of his lover. "Happy Birthday baby. " He proceeded slowly licked at Randy's fat cheeks and neck till they both drifted off to sleep.