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Boomer and Joe sit in their bed. Six of their teammates are gone. They're now stuck with a pair that's preoccupied by the other team. They're only hope is if they can win immunity to stay another week. "What is we can't win?" Joe asks. "If we don't, that means we only have a 50-50 shot of staying in the game."

"I know, I know," Boomer whispers in Joe's ear, making him shiver a little. "This week, it's a vote off. If we can get the other team's support, we might be able to stay another week." Joe doesn't see how that could happen. Right now, he just wants to sit here, cuddling with his partner and not letting go.

As for the other half of the green team, they seem a bit oblivious to the fact that they're in extreme danger. They're currently sitting in the kitchen, enjoying morning bacon before the others in the house wake up. "I'm surprised we made it as far as we did," Johnny says.

"I know," Alex says. "Right now, I'm just happy I'm safe. Even though we're not." His brother nods, understanding what he means. If them and Boomer and Joe can't pull their weight together (literally), ten it's game over for one of them.

"I hate to admit it bro," Johnny quickly swallows what he has in his muzzle, "but I think that in order to move forward, we need to send home one of the grey team pairs. Even if we aren't in an alliance with the bare and skunk, were on the same team. If they lose, we do too. We were lucky to evade a close call yesterday."

"Yep. I say we should talk to them later on."

"Couldn't agree more."

Meanwhile, Sandy and Albert sit outside in the pool, chatting it up. Sandy has his ears pinned down and his partner cuddling up to him. "What's wrong?" Albert asks.

"Alex," Sandy says. "If our team wins again he could be going home."

"I know." Albert was mostly thinking of Johnny. The two have been growing close ever since Alex started getting romantically involved with Sandy. If Alex leaves now, Al's best friend in the game has to leave as well. "But think, if they do lose, it means one of them has to be voted off."

"You're right." Sandy perked his ears up. "If we gain the most pounds, we can keep them safe even if they lose." They're recalling last year where a tie happened and the person who gained the most on the winning team broke the tie. Sandy hopes that even if they lose, they can keep Alex anyways. The thought makes his tail wag.

In one of the grey team's bedroom, Walter and Roger lie down, cuddled with each other. Their teammates went to the other bedroom out of respect for privacy. "Isn't this nice?" Walter asks. "Just you and me. No other worries in the world."

"I know," Roger says. The two kiss a little before he says, "what do you think will happen this week?"

"I'm not sure but I do have a question."

"Oh?" Roger gets up and sits up. "What is it honey?"

"I saw you talking to Joe the other day. What were you two talking about?" To Roger, Walter seemed like the last guy to worry about jealousy. It makes him giggle.

"He was asking for advice on how to propose to Boomer. I swear, those two are made for each other." Walter blushes out of embarrassment. He thought they were creating a secret alliance behind his back. But advise for something other than the game is just fine with him.

"I see. Do you remember when you proposed to me?" Walter sits up and wraps his arms around his husband. "You and I were in New York on vacation. We were in our hotel room and I couldn't find you anywhere. I remember being so panicked that day. Then you walked in the door with a bag in paw. I asked what it was and you said..."

"'Honey I have a question'," Roger says.

Walter giggles and says, "Then I said 'what is it?'"

"I reached into the bag, pulled out the small box, got down on my knees and asked 'will you marry me?'" Roger blushes as he remembers that beautiful moment where he asked the question that changes lives.

"And I cried and said 'of course I will'," Walter kisses him on the cheek. He kisses back. As it starts to get serious, the door knocks and the moment is somewhat ruined.

"Come in!" Roger says. He sounds a bit annoyed but the annoyance is gone when he sees that it's just Joe. He smiles and says, "Joe, what're you doing here?"

"Hey guys, I have an emergency and I need a favor," he says. He closes the door and sits on the bed opposite Walter and Roger.

"What is it?"

"Me & Boomer and Alex & Johnny are the only pairs left on our team. If we don't get support from your team, we could be finished." Walter wasn't sure where this was going but Roger catched on fast. Joe wants their vote if it comes down to it.

"Of course you have our vote," Roger says. He looks to his husband with pleading eyes. They don't usually work, but sometimes when it's really important, Walter would give in. Eventually, he just rolls his eyes.

"Ok," he says, "but only until the teams merge. After that, you're on your own."

"Deal!" Joe says. He gets up and walks out of the room. Roger looks up at Walter and kisses him.

"You won't regret that, honey," he says. Although Walter would like to beg to differ, he's in a good mood this morning and an argument could ruin that. He rubs Roger's large stomach, gently pressing his fingers into his lard. "You know I love belly massages."

"I know," Walter says. "It's been a while." He feels something funny going on downstairs as he starts using his other paw to play with that pink belly before him. Leaning in close to his ears, he whispers, "you want to?"

Rogers shivers but nods. He hasn't gotten to play with his husband since they started the game. The two slow strip naked, putting their clothes to the side. They stare at each other, enjoying the view. Walter had almost forgotten how beautiful Roger's pink fur was like on the rest of his body. It looked like milk when you put strawberry syrup in it. And Walter could swear that sometimes, he can smell strawberries around him.

Roger lies down on the bed while Walter reaches into his bag to get some lube. Silicone based; perfect for barebacking which is what they like to do. Walter slowly rubs his sheath, thinking a few naughty thoughts until his six inch erection grew to its full length. He squirts some lube into his paw and rubs it all over himself.

"I hope you're ready, baby," Walter says.

"Oh I am," his partner says. Roger flips over and gets on his knees and paws, his far swaying and his tail swishing. Both felines have been ready for this for a while. Walter lifts his stomach and lines his cock with his husband's tailhole.

"You ready?" The tiger asks. Roger nods. "Here it comes." Walter slowly pushes into the tight-feeling hole. It really has been a while. Roger moans into a pillow, knowing he isn't the most silent when it comes to sex. Walter hooks onto his partner's hips and hilts him, letting out a small, throaty growl. Roger is already reaching back to try and paw himself.

Walter pulls out slightly, making his kitten moan, and then pushes back in. The warm feeling given to his cock when he buries it makes the tiger smile and thrust a little. His hips humping his lover, making more and more love. Eventually, his hips start to get a mind of their own, bucking harder and harder, forcing it deep into Roger's tailhole.

"Fuck me, honey," Roger begs into the pillow.

"You've got it," Walter says. He starts to hump him faster, his hips smacking against his ass. Because he can't help it, he smacks his partner's rump, making him cry out a little. Walter fucks him fast and hard, they way he likes it. He thrusts his hard on deep into Roger, all kinds of dirty thoughts making him fuck him harder and harder. His favorite is the thought of blowing all of his cum deep into him, filling his intestines.

Such thoughts make Walter fuck faster, eager for his load. Roger moans louder and begs a little, music to Walter's ears. Walter closes his eyes and let's his hips do all the work. His hips smacking hard against his partner. His breathing picks up the more he can feel his load coming.

Precum escapes Walter's shaft and gets shot up his partner. He can feel the load and orgasm coming with each second and thrust that passes. He growls a little and purrs at the same time. Pleasure clouds his mind. Roger's moans become louder the more he's fucked.

"Ohhhhhhh please give it to me!!" Roger begs. Walter grips onto his husband and thrusts deep, pushing his hips as far he can. His partner cries out. Walter wants to. He wants it badly. He pulls back and thrusts as hard as he can, his load shooting out, stream by stream. The strong scented musk fills the room and his hits their nostrils hard.

"That.... was amazing," Walter breathes.

Roger nods. "You're such a fucking hot, amazing top."

"Yeah? Well you're a sexy-as-hell and tight-as-fuck bottom." Walter smacks his husband's rear and then slowly pulls out of him. A little bit on cum dripping out of his tailhole. He lies down next to Roger and pulls him in close. After the orgasm comes the bliss, a perfect time to snuggle and hug. Walter licks Roger's head and he sees him close his eyes and fall asleep.

***

Blake and Scott sit on the couch, unsure of what to do next. They ran out of cookies so they can't even try to balance them on their noses again. "Well, what do we do now?" Scott asks.

"I'm not sure," Blake says. He looks down and looks at Scott's arm. The shade of yellow looks a little darker than it was before. Then again, it might just be a shadow of the couch. Blake yawns a little bit, patting his large stomach. He feels a sudden urge to cuddle someone. Someone cuddled on his belly before. He enjoyed that feeling of someone using him as a cushion.

"Dude, you alright?" Scott asks. He notices that Blake has his ears pinned down and his eyes are looking down. He rubs his buddy's back for support.

"I'm ok," Blake says. "It's just..." He didn't know how to word this one. He barely ever had problems in life before. He slowly rubs his own hit and takes off his shirt. His yellow and black striped stomach reveals itself as Blake tosses his shirt aside.

"Dude, you're huge," Scott says. Being a curious fox, he reaches a paw out and slowly rubs it. It feels soft and squishy like a comforter. Blake purrs a little bit from the belly rubs. He shifts a little on the couch until he's lying down, head resting on one of the pillows. "Feeling tired, bro?"

"Yeah." And to prove it, Blake yawns a bit. Scott rubs his eyes; they feel heavy. He eyes his friend's stomach. It felt soft when his paws touched it, but his head might feel different. Scott slowly gets on his side and rests his head on Blake's large midsection. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around it and closes his eyes.

Blake caresses his friend's arm and enjoys the cute murrs he gives off. Finally, sleep consumes Blake and they drift off into dreamland.

Johnny walks down the hall, being careful not to wake up the cuddling Roger and fox on the couch. He goes to Albert's room and knocks on the door gently. "Come in," a voice says. Johnny opens the door and sees Albert there reading a gay magazine. Joel lies in the corner, asleep.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Johnny asks.

"Of course you can," Albert says. He pats the spot next to him. Johnny closes the door and sits next to his friend. "What's on your mind, Johnny?"

"My brother," he says. His tone has a little disappointment that Albert easily detects. He caresses his friend's back.

"What about Alex?" Al asks.

"He's cuddling with Sandy. I mean... I'm happy for him that he found a new friend but... sometimes I feel like he's casting me aside. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"Alex wanted to sign up for this show to get his goal of 800 pounds. However," Johnny looks into Albert's eyes, "I signed up because I wanted to spend time with my brother. Time he's giving away to someone he just met five weeks ago."

"I know." Albert has a natural instinct of doing anything he can to make others feel better. Right now, he can see that Johnny needs someone to be with right now. Al knows all too well what it's like to be lonely. Take Sandy for instance. He's been working with him for a few years and whenever that happens, feelings tend to grow. For Albert, he start to fall for Sandy last year but has never worked up the courage to tell him he loves him.

"What should I do?" Johnny asks.

"If I were you, I'd go talk to your brother," Al says. "I can tell that even with all the time in the world with Sandy, I'm sure that he'll take a moment to speak with you."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Besides, I need to Sandy too sometime soon." Johnny nods in understanding. However, he doesn't want to move right now. He just wants to curl up with someone like him and Alex did for while in middle school. Back then, Johnny was a toothpick and Alex was only 350 pounds. Albert starts to get up but Johnny grabs his arm.

"Can you... do you want to cuddle for a moment?" Johnny asks. Albert looks at his friend. He has a lot of weaknesses and willpower but one thing he cannot possibly turn down is an offered cuddle session.

"Ok." He sets down his magazine and climbs back into the bed. He smiles as he wraps his arms around Johnny. The big brown wolf snuggles with the fat skunk and wraps a blanket around the two, surround the warmth around them. He yawns and then says, "why's everyone so tired today?"

"I don't know," Albert says before yawning himself. "All I know is that a nap... would sound nice."

"I know." As they drift off, Johnny rubs Albert's back, loving the soft touch of his fur.

***

Victor scrubs his fur. People around the house was saying that he smells like old cabbage and thousand island dressing. The ironic thing is, his breakfast was just pop tarts.

He turns the water off, the smell of grapes still lingers around him from the body wash. He grabs a towel, dries himself off and gets his clothes. A pair of boxer briefs, some khaki shorts and a white shirt that hasn't fit in ages.

The shorts are a little snug on the black cat, but Victor doesn't really care. Now for the real tough part: his shirt. He pulls it over his head and gets his arms through. He pulls the hem of his shirt down are far as he can. When he looks in the mirror, he sees a handful of his belly poking out.

"Oh well," Victor says. He gathers his dirty clothes, leaves the bathroom and goes down the hall to the laundry room. He stuffs his dirty clothes into a basket and turns around to go to the living room. He runs into Joel as he enters the room.

"Did you get a shower?" Joel asks.

"Yep," Victor says, a little annoyed.

"About time. You smelled like a vegetarian." Joel chuckles at that comment.

"What's ironic is that you are the vegetarian." They both laugh at that. Joel passes him and goes to the bathroom for his shower while Victor sits on the couch.

***

Everyone sits on the couch on Saturday for another nerve-inducing elimination ceremony. Sandy wink at Alex, who in turn blushes. Boomer and Joe look at Walter and Roger with the latter smiling and the former scowling a little. Blake and Scott just fist bump as if the cuddle session they had never happened.

The TV turns on and Toner appears. "Hello everyone," he says.

"Hi Toner!" the house says.

"Well, I'm actually surprised about this week. For once. Most of you have been a bit lazy; just wanting to cuddle instead of eat."

"You'd feel the same way if you were trapped in a house for 12 weeks," Boomer says.

"If I was trapped in a house for 12 weeks... I'd be tunneling my way out of there by week two," Toner says, matter-of-factly. "Besides, last time I checked, I'm asking the questions here." Boomer puts his paws up in surrender and looks away. "Anyways, Alex, I have a question."

"What is it?" Alex asks.

"Do you know who your teammates are?" The rest of the house laughs at that. Alex just blushes and looks down. His ears pinned and his tail limp.

"I believe it's the chubby bear and the toothpick fox," Alex points out.

"Hey! I gained 22 pounds since I was here," Joe says. "How many have you gained?" He cups his ear and waits for Alex's answer. The large wolf blushes even further as he squeals out his answer.

"10."

"Exactly! I've been pulling my weight around here." Everyone laughs as Joe's pun.

"Alright!" Toner says, silencing the house. "Onto more important things like... this week's weigh-in." The contestants groan but Toner continues. "Whine all you want. It's the name of the game. Johnny, you're up first." Johnny gets up and goes to the hallway. He steps on the scale and the numbers read 509.

"Nice," he says. It's a gain of nine pounds. He gets off and makes way for his brother who's next.

"Give me some good numbers," Alex says. He slowly steps on the scale and feels it sink a little. The number reads 788; a gain of four pounds, which makes Alex smile.

+10 pounds: Boomer, Joel

+9 pounds: Walter

+8 pounds: Scott, Victor

+7 pounds: Blake, Sandy

+6 pounds: Albert

+3 pounds: Joe

+2 pounds: Roger

"Wow! This was a close one," Toner says. "But, immunity and this week's winners are..." Joe crosses his fingers and leans on Boomer's shoulders. Alex blows a kiss to Sandy, who blushes. Joel rolls his eyes and Walter grows impatient. "... what's left of the green team." Boomer, Joe, Alex, and Johnny hi5 each other, relieved they no longer have to worry. The rest of the contestants get worried.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Walter mutters under his breath.

"Alright, grey team. Time for one of your pairs to meet their demise," Toner says, evilly giggling. "Now, this week is a vote-off. So, this week's marked teams are..." Walter and Roger hold paws. Albert gets nervous about not only the game but about Sandy too. If they stay in this house longer, he'll just grow further away from him. In a way, he hopes he gets nominated. "...Walter & Roger and Sandy & Albert." The four of them gasp when they hear that.

"Nominated again!!??" Walter says.

"Yes," Toner says. He then turns his attention to the four who are voting. "Now, as you know, eating one cake is a vote for one pair and eating the other is a vote for the second pair. This week, 1 means the prostitutes and 2 means the married couple. Blake, Scott; you're first." The boys get up, walking into the kitchen together. They see the plates with small pieces of vanilla cake.

"Which one, dude?" Scott asks. Blake picks up the 1 cake and nibbles on it.

"It makes sense," he says. "Sandy is in the middle of a couple right now." Scott shrugs his shoulders and eats a piece of 1 cake too.

***

When it's Joel & Victor's turn, their choice seems fast too. "The married have got to go," Joel says. "They're not in our alliance and they keep to themselves took much."

"Besides, from the looks Walter has been giving, I'm pretty sure he's crazy," Victor says. He eats the 2 cake with Joel.

"I'm pretty sure YOU have Tourette's," Joel says. They both laugh and finish their vote.

***

When everyone gets resettled, Toner reappears. "Huh. I knew this would happen sometimes this year," he says. "We have a tie! One vote each! So, in order to breath the tie, the pair who gained the most on the winning team gets to choose who leave. And this week... that's Boomer & Joe."

Can my luck get any better, Joe thinks. Him and Boomer quickly whisper to each other the pros and cons of either pair staying. Joe argues that Roger is trustworthy and a valuable ally, which is why they need to stay. They eventually settle on one team to leave.

"Ok," Joe says. "Toner, we've decided to eliminate..." Roger looks at them with a smile. Sandy and Albert grow worried. They haven't really bonded with them much.

With a sigh, Boomer says, "Sandy & Albert."

"What?!?!" Alex and Sandy shout.

"Sandy and Albert," Toner announces, "you're going home. Say goodbye and leave the house." Albert reluctantly gets up and walks to the door. Sandy quickly hugs Alex goodbye and tells him to win this game at all costs.

"I will," Alex says. He quickly kisses him before they let go of each other. Albert wraps an arm around his partner. He opens the door and they walk out. Alex, with a tear rolling down his cheek and his brother patting him on the back, waves Sandy goodbye. Sandy waves back and the door closes. 10 contestants left in the game.

***

Sandy & Albert walk down the porch steps and up to Toner, whose paw is outstretched. "Nice to meet you boys," he says.

"Hey," Albert says. They quickly shake paws and they sit down together.

"So, where to begin... oh yes, Sandy." The red wolf blushes a little. "Where did this whole 'You-and-Alex' thing start?"

"Well..." Sandy scratches his head. "I just... though Alex was cute. We started to bond and... I don't know. I just love him."

"I see. Albert, what do you have to say about that?"

"Umm..." Albert doesn't want to disappoint his friend but he also doesn't want him to be attached to that fat wolf. "I like Alex. I think he's a nice guy. But to be honest, I don't know if reality couples ever work. You've only met him for a few weeks and now you're having sex with him? C'mon, man!"

"Our job is to have sex with people we just met," Sandy points out.

"He's got a point," Toner says. Albert just blushes and shuts his muzzle. Maybe telling him how he feels on television isn't the best idea. "Moving on, Albert, who do you think might go on to win the whole game?"

"Well, Alex and Johnny have a good shot," he says. "But to be honest, I'm rooting for Boomer & Joe."

"But they eliminated us!" Sandy shouts.

"I know! But think about it: they've have reality show experience and they've managed to probably gain an ally keeping Walter and Roger in the game."

"As much as I'd love to keep this discussion going, you two need to go," Toner says. "But before you do, you both get these for coming this far in the game." He hands them both $1000 gift cards for Domino's pizza.

"Thanks," they say, tucking them away. Sandy and Albert get up, say their goodbyes and walk away.

"Well, that's 10 down and 10 to go. Which pair will suffer the ultimate fate in reality television? Find out next week on... Gainer's Paradise," Toner says, closing this week's episode.