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Sequel to Day spa, for Ilovedoc on FA. All characters are original.

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David groaned as he regained consciousness. He was laying on something soft, in fact, rather comfortable. He opened his eyes, and winced, closing his eyes again. The light seemed harsh to his eyes, even though he had gotten none of it through his eyelids. He couldn't remember where he was, and he wondered why sitting up was harder than usual, and what was that feeling when he laid his hand on his hip... fur? The previous afternoon snapped back to him, and his eyes opened, revealing to him his lardy coon body the spa had bestowed him with. He looked around and standing near the door was the otter who let him into the spa the day before, naked.

The pudgy sea mammal smiled warmly, "I see you're awake after your first Reformation Process. Takes a little time to get used to them."

David blushed, "I... uh... yeah. Where're my clothes...?"

"They won't fit you anymore, silly!" The otter giggled, his body pudge jiggling adorably. "But we did tailor new clothes for your new look. All your effects are in the tray." The otter gestured, and David saw a table for the first time, where there was a tray with everything he had in his pockets when he arrived at the spa. Next to said tray was a set of folded clothing that looked like his own, but was far too large to be his old clothing.

David groaned and slowly stood, his lard shaking. He took a moment to adjust, before making his way towards the otter and the table. He looked over the clothing, but had no desire to put them on quite yet. Not with that adorable, naked otter in the room. He looked to the otter, and he felt his tummy rumble. He blushed underneath his new fur.

The otter grinned at the rumbling and closed the distance between them, his webbed paws starting to caress and moosh at the lard the 'coon had acquired during the day. "Sounds like you're already hungry, big boy." The lutrine smiled broadly, nuzzling the fuzzy curve of his gut. "Good thing I'm here, right...?"

The newly made 'coon blinked, trying to process this. "You want to be eaten by me...?"

"Why not?" The otter said cheerfully. "I mean you aughta be soft in there with all that padding... warm too." He stood up, reaching to rub over David's triple chin, then to his swollen cheeks. "so why don't you open up sweetie and let me in?" The otter cooed softly, seductively.

David stared at the otter, before slowly opening his mouth, his curiosity and lust winning out over his uncertainty. The webbed paws slipped into his muzzle quickly and he was nearly forced to swallow from the pressure they applied to his throat. He closed his eyes and groaned as the flavor hit his mind, muzzle closing enough to hold the arms there, but not to prevent the otter from pressing deeper. He suckled and gulped, savoring this new sensation as more and more of the delectable arms slid out of sight, until he felt a lick on his nose.

Opening his eyes the fat coon blushed, seeing the otter's muzzle was nearly to his, and he slowly opened his mouth more, his throat muscles making sure the otter didn't slide back out. The playful latrine ducked his head down into that maw, nuzzling directly at the broad tongue inside, sending another wave of flavor to David's mind. His thick fingers and broad palms groped at the pudgy mustilid, and they found their way to the otter's rump, starting to pull from there. The rudder tail curled around his wrist, giving a squeeze of approval as David could feel the nuzzling head entering his throat, fat tongue starting to slather and gather flavor from the otter's chestfur.

Distantly, he could feel his arousal pressing against the bottom of his gut, fighting with the weight in its attempt to stand straight and upright. He started to rock his hips a bit, attempting to grind his shaft into his own gut, blushing a little around his otter meal and pressing his tail between his legs to help with the stimulation. He gulped harder, working his jaws around the rounded midsection of the lutrine, opening his eyes as he felt the firm member press against his chin, then get levered in over his lower lip. He groaned at the flavor of pre on his tongue, suckling firmly as his paws pushed the plump rump inward, trying to close his maw around it as the otter started to hump desperately.

David's knees felt weak, with the pleasure of devouring someone for the first time, and the luscious taste of said someone, and the double grind of his fluffy tail and lardy gut against his arousal. He finally took another gulp, his throat bulging with the otter's rounded tummy, just thick legs and swaying tail left out in the open air. At the same time, he could feel his meal pressing into his stomach, somewhere inside his massive gut. His paws were feeling around, and then his head was pressing through the muscular entrance, to nuzzle around inside the stomach. The 'coon let out a weak moan around the otter's knees, swallowing firmly. The pudgy yet still sleek otter slid in faster from gravity, and before David knew it, he had a pair of webbed footpaws in his muzzle, and the soft tailtip was slurping in after like a noodle. He groaned and gulped hard, his body claiming the hot otter boi. As the mustalid landed fully in his stomach, causing a definite bouncing jiggle in his gut, he cried out, his poor shaft too teased to hold out any longer. The 'coon came hard, falling to his knees and splattering seed against the underside of his lardy girth.

Inside the otter squirmed about, brought to his own peak, before going blissfully limp, joining the new predator in afterglow, soon to join with his body, from the way the walls contracted and started to massage possessively. David belched loudly, feeling the otter inside being moved around by his greedy gut.

A thought struck him... He really should be getting home. He weakly stood, rubbing his gut with a naughty smile, before waddling back over to the table with his effects and the newly tailored clothing. He looked over the big clothes, and started putting them on, grunting when he had to bend down with his new lardyness, panting softly with the exertion. After a couple breaks, he got his pants on, fastening the belt in place as best as he could. His shirt was easier, but he had to leave his jacket open. Either way, his new lard was a lot of insulation. He put his things back into their respective pockets, his fluffy tail swishing a bit in the new opening tailored into the replacement pants, everything feeling right somehow.

Still jiggling, David waddled his way out of the room, finding himself in the waiting room from before, just at a different entrance. He patted his gut, remembering how the otter had teased him when he first arrived, and practically lept down his throat earlier. Inside the motion had changed from normal squirming and motion to a sort of gurgling sloshing, wet sounds occasionally loud enough to make it through his layers of padding. He let out another wet belch as he stepped out into the street at night, tasting the delicious otter on the escaping gases. "Oohh..." The coon waddled along his way towards home happily as his body continued to claim his meal.

After a good couple blocks, David arrived at his building. Fumbling with some keys in his thick fingers he managed to unlock the outer door, entering and locking the door behind him. He looked at the stairs and was suddenly glad the building had an elevator. He waddled past the stairs and hit the call button on the elevator. Swishing his tail a little, he waited as the elevator made its way down to ground level, blinking a little as the florescent lights of the lobby seemed harsher than normal. "Finally" He grunted as the elevator doors opened. Waddling in he heard the hydraulics creak with his weight. Glancing, he saw the weight limit was 1000 pounds. He couldn't be that heavy, could he? The doors closed as he pressed his number, and after an uneasy, and frankly terrifying shudder, the elevator started to rise.

David took a sigh of relief when he reached his floor and waddled out of the cramped space, out into the hall and on towards his apartment. He hoped he wouldn't wake up his roommates coming in this late. Noel likely just went to bed a half hour ago though. He looked at his watch, which the staff at the spa had put onto a new elastic band for his thick wrist. He sighed, opening up the door. He blinked at the dark interior of the living room, finding the low light a lot easier to see in than the brightly lit hall. He closed the door and locked it, waddling his way past the other two bedrooms to his own, glad that he had a king sized bed. He undressed, panting softly at the exertion to undo his belt and get his pants down over his massive rump.

He flopped onto his bed, and blushed deeply as a bellowing fart released from his bowels at the pressure. He certainly hoped that didn't wake anyone up, grasping at his blankets and pulling them over himself, his gurgling belly slowly easing him to sleep.

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He awoke to light, nearly blinding light. He growled and chattered a little, coving his head with a pillow. He felt his mattress deflect from someone else kneeling at the edge, "Hey David! Dave! It's after noon!"

He recognized Mitch's voice as hands pushed at his lardy form, "Nnnn... too bright..."

"Just like a 'coon... Get up and put on your sunglasses if it's too damn bright." Mitch pulled the pillow away and offered a pair of sunglasses that looked prescription. "C'mon, I made a big lunch and there's not room in the fridge for it, but I'm sure your fat ass can fit it."

David put on the glasses, grunting and sitting up. With the sunglasses on he found it a lot easier to stand the light. Mitch ruffled his hair, "Silly fatass." There was no malice in the namecalling, Mitch had been his friend since he was a kit...

Something didn't feel right. The human walked out of the room to give him privacy to get dressed. David took the opportunity to put on a pair of sweatpants he found. Those would be easier, surely. They fit just right too. He blinked, that odd feeling something was wrong hitting him again. He shrugged and threw on a shirt and waddled out into the main living area. Noel was playing video games, as he was wont to do at every waking hour. The other two had learned to shut out the game noise as background. Mitch was in the breakfast nook, and indeed there was a massive meal laid out. "Here you go, big guy. Got in late last night, eh? Don't go fully nocturnal on us, even if we don't have classes for a while."

David stuck his fat tongue out at Mitch, but practically lunged for the tasty looking meal laid out. His sausage-like fingers grasped at two sliders at a time, stuffing them into his muzzle and chewing the morsels like someone else might grab candy. Washing down with soda he continued, before shoveling a whole bowl of fries into his mouth. "Dude, David, you don't have to eat that fast... But then again you did skip breakfast..."

The lardy coon perked an ear, and blushingly slowed down his pace, taking a gulp, "Sorry man... just... its so good. Thanks."

"Hey, I gotta take care of this substantial waistline of yours somehow." Mitch grinned.

Noel snorted, "Get a room." Without looking away from his FPS.

Mitch chuckled, "We're in a room, dumbass."

David stopped paying attention, as he was eating again, somehow able to savor even as he shoveled and pushed food in. Another off thing struck him, but the food pushed it away.

Noel kept playing, "Admit it, you're a chaser and that's why you keep feeding the 'coon."

David blinked... Noel usually called him "The Dude." He took a deep swallow.

And remembered.

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