Gift for  psychicimmortality who is definitely one of the nicest friends I have. They put up with so much of my whining and complaining, and deserve much more than a little story like this. I need to write something proper for him sometime, but until then, I hope you guys enjoy the story~

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Day 5 - Finally Immobile - Aaron

“I’m...I’m not sure I can keep doing this, Aaron.”

Denya frowned, lowering his gaze and his brush. He felt awful, bringing up his concerns to his friend after agreeing to come over to help groom the snake-wolf hybrid, but at the same time he didn’t know anyone else he could turn to for help.

The draolf felt his friend wobble as Aaron tried turning his head to look back at him, the canine’s neck folds bunching up. “That’s alright. You can take a break if your arm is getting sore.”

The hybrid couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at the brush in his paw, covered in clumps of snowy-white and moss-green fur. “That wasn’t what I was talking about, but I might need to stop if I run out of brushes.” Casually, Denya tossed the brush over his shoulder, landing in a massive pile of similarly-used and clogged-up brushes. He reached down for yet another special comb, continuing to groom the massive feral’s sides.

He sighed. “I mean, you know how I’ve been trying to stuff myself like crazy, right? Like, I swear I’ve completely messed up my sleep schedule from all the food comas, but I don’t really think I’m getting any bigger. The scale is going up, sure, but at this rate…” Denya stopped again. He glanced down at himself, rubbing a paw across his round middle. He was gaining weight for sure, his stomach now hung over the hem of his pants, poking out from his XL shirt fairly easily. His hips and rear were also starting to test the limits of his elastic basketball shorts; he was certainly noticeably pudgier than before.

But he wasn’t nearly fat enough. No, not even close.

The fluffy mound of fur and blubber before him wobbled again, and the draolf looked up to see Aaron smiling back at him, those flabby cheeks bunching up against his side. “You’re worrying too much, Denya. Gaining is a slow and steady process. After all,” he chuckled. “It took me more than just a month to end up finally immobile.”

“That’s true,” Denya nodded, stepping back to take in the sight of his friend. Despite being a feral lupine, Aaron was taller than most horses, which impressed Denya all the more when he saw that humongous belly not only touch the floor, but press heavily against it, forcing Aaron to lay on top of it like a fluffy white bean bag. The lupine wasn't simplyimmobile because of his mass; he couldn’t reach the floor! Those plump, wobbly thighs were tucked into his side, resting cozily on that king-sized mattress of a gut, his limbs looking hilariously tiny compared to his enormous torso.

His tail, however, was a different story. The green and white wolf was actually a snolf, possessing a tail thrice as long as his already-lengthy body. And just like his body, that tail was plump and stuffed full of chub, something someone could easily mistake as a morbidly obese snake on its own! Currently, the draolf was using the squishy tail as a step ladder to help brush and groom along the snake-wolf hybrid’s broad back, leaning into the fluffy wall of chub to reach the highest parts.

As Denya scritched and scratched, the snolf let out a happy trill, wiggling the tiny tuft of fluff at the very tip of his tail. “How big are you trying to get anyways?”

“Very big,” the draolf muttered.

“As big as me?”

“Bigger.”

“Oooh,” Aaron smirked, thick dimples forming in his grapefruit-sized cheeks. “What’s the occasion? Did you decide you want to be dragon sized instead of wolf sized?”

‘Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but it doesn’t really matter if I can’t get big enough,” Denya frowned, leaning his head against the snolf’s side. He set the brush down on the massive feral’s back, taking a moment to and squeeze at Aaron’s bulky sides. He was mildly envious of his friend’s sheer size at the moment, but he had to admit that the feral was incredibly soft and squishy, the perfect stress toy. With his fur nice and groomed, the snolf could have also doubled as a bed, even for the overweight draolf.

“Have you tried weight training?”

The draolf furrowed his brows, looking towards the snolf’s fat head. “Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?”

“I don’t think so,” the feral smiled. “Weight training primes your body for storing mass; you just have to make sure you're doing it just enough to trigger that priming, any more and you'll gain muscle instead of fat. You could try that, right?”

“I guess,” the draolf shrugged. “I was by the track the other day, actually, but it was busy. I saw this chubby dragon and fat bull running on it.” Denya sighed. He had seen so many fatties up and around lately.

Shaking his head, the draolf stepped back off of Aaron’s tail. “Sorry, I got distracted. I think it’s about time to roll you on your back, now. Are you ready?”

“Mhm.” The snolf tucked his fatty legs into his barrel body.

Carefully, Denya placed his palms on the side of his enormous friend and pushed, his paws engulfed in thick blubber past their wrists. Despite possessing inherent strength thanks to his draconic heritage, the hybrid struggled to do more than budge the multi-ton snolf, slowly swaying the sloshing log of fat back and forth. Further and further, Aaron was rocked, the massive hybrid giggling as he felt his enormous body shift about. While it was fun to shove so much snolf back and forth, the draolf was still somewhat anxious. One wrong push and he could accidentally trap himself beneath all that flab!

Fortunately, he was able to fully shove Aaron onto his back with one final push. With a loud thump, the feral was stuck looking up at the ceiling, his massive middle rising before him like a hill. Huffing and puffing, Denya leaned into the rising wall of tum, smiling as he sunk into the soft and squishy stomach. “How...how’s that?”

“Perfectly done,” Aaron affirmed, wiggling his prehensile tail as he took a moment to admire his own rising gut. “But I think it’s time for a break. You’ve been grooming me for over an hour, now.”

“I’m going as fast as I can. Not my fault there’s a ton of snek to groom!” Denya chuckled. The canine perked up when he saw Aaron pat his belly invitingly, the draolf slowly climbing onto the squishy mountain of chub. Letting out a soft sigh, the hybrid laid on his stomach spread-eagle, feeling himself slowly sink deeper and deeper into the memory foam mattress that was Aaron’s belly.

Looking down, he could see the snolf looking up at him happily, those yellow eyes lit up in both affection and approval. “You’re sinking in much deeper than before! I can tell you’ve gotten a lot fatter!”

Denya chuckled. “I could say the same for you, snek.” He teased, patting at the squishy mound of chub before him. “I’m surprised Zaxie would let you get so big. I thought he preferred chubby guys, not immobile blobs.”

“He does, but I get immobility privileges every other weekend,” Aaron stuck his forked tongue out teasingly. The feral continued to gently tap at his own swollen tum, unable to do much else in his position. “Are you gonna be alright, Denya?”

“Yeah...I’ll be fine,” the draolf nodded, kneading at the fluffy belly like dough. “Sorry for complaining earlier. I’ve been feeling really anxious about...this,” he leaned back, patting his chubby belly.

Aaron chuckled, wobbling his massive middle. “You have nothing to apologize for, lil bro. But, if you’re still nervous, you’re welcome to take home some of my homemade gainer shake. That oughta help you out a bit!”

Denya’s ears perked up. “You make homemade gainer shakes? Do they work?”

The snolf gave his companion an amused smile. “You look me in the eyes and tell me they don’t work.”

“Fair enough!” Denya laughed, giving the big wobbly bed-snek as big of a hug as he can mustur. “Thank you, Aaron, for everything. You’re a really good friend.”

“Anytime, lil bro,” the serpent smiled up, wiggling his tail happily. “And thank you for coming over to clean my pelt! My fur feels so much smoother now.”

“Of course.” The draolf smirked, slowly crawling closer to Aaron’s head, jostling the snolf’s entire body. Once close enough, the hybrid’s grin turned sinister as he reached out to grab at those two pudgy cheeks, kneading and squeezing the chubby orbs. “Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy, huh?!”

“D-Denya, noooo!’ Aaron laughed, flailing his stubby limbs helplessly. Soon, the serpent couldn’t help but to shake his wobbling right thigh, jostling his entire mountainous gut as Denya found that sweet spot. “F-fine. I’m the good boy.”

“Yes you are!” Denya smirked, still cupping the snolf’s cheeks in his paws. “Yes you are.”