Trade with  sasuke and yes, this story is completely SFW, save for some adult language. This one of my favorites I've written so far, heh.

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Devon awoke with a snort as the subway train lurched to a stop. With a grunt, the drowsy corgsdale slowly opened their green eyes, before letting out a muffled yawn, feeling their lower muzzle sink into a collection of folds known as their chins. The non-binary hybrid hadn’t meant to fall asleep, yet they weren’t surprised they dozed off. Any seat was as cozy as a luxurious bed at their size, after all.

Licking their canid muzzle, the brown puddle of corgi-clydesdale slowly shook themself awake, jiggling from the slight movements. Their pointy ears perked up; according to the announcer, they were approaching Adalpose Dr and Rumble Road, a full 8 stops from their final destination. The hefty hybrid sighed. Public transportation was really becoming a pain, as of late.

Since they were awake, they may as well get some stretching in. As the train slowly slid to a halt, Devon raised their thick and flabby arms, the base of which were twice as wide as their pudgy face, grunting as they heard a few joints pop. Leaning back until they felt the cold subway floor press against his gut, the corgsdale placed their hoofed palms on their back and pushed in an attempt to pop their spine, bunching up the numerous rolls of chub. They had to stifle a moan as they felt those stiff joints pop; they were in public, and they didn’t need to attract any more attention than they already did.

Without looking, Devon could feel the stares of all those furs boarding the train and laying eyes on them for the first time. Even sitting as far back as possible, the corgsdale could feel the occasional bump and jostle as those wide-eyed furs tried shifting past their bulk, despite the hybrid intentionally seating as far away from the doors as possible to avoid this very issue. Of course, there was that guilty pleasure of feeling someone have to actually push into their encompassing stomach just to squeeze by...hurf.

As the train started to accelerate once more, Devon settled themself back into...themself. Their ham hock arms found their way onto their typical resting place atop those shelf-like love handles, that belly overflowing their lap. They were ready to return to their nap, their eyelids feeling heavy, as if they too were encased with layers and layers of blubber.

Unfortunately, they continued to remain conscious, on account of a finger constantly probing their middle.

Furrowing their thick brows, Devon peered over themself, expecting a curious child poking at the absurdly fat corgsdale. To their surprise, they discovered an adult fox pestering them, the vulpine looking as annoyed as the corgsdale was, oddly enough. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Devon retorted immediately, glaring at the fox beyond their own fluffy brown horizon. The hybrid wasn’t doing anything wrong; why the hell was this guy bothering him? The corgsdale tried for a second time to return to their nap, but the constant poking continued once again. They sighed. “Can I help you?”

“You’re taking up four seats, sir!” The fox spat out that last word like it was an insult.

Devon snorted. “Am I?” They weren't trying to be coy this time, the corgsdale genuinely didn’t believe they took up that much space. Slowly, they rocked himself from side to side, their titanic self sloshing audibly back and forth, like water in a bathtub, as they tried feeling the seats beneath that tremendous ass. “One, two, three...huh, what do you know? Guess I am sitting on four,” Devon shrugged. This wasn’t exactly a major surprise; their meals were getting pretty large, as of late. Well, large for them, that is.

The fox was not as amused, crossing his arms across his scrawny chest. “Those seats are reserved for the handicapped, sir. And last I checked, being fat isn’t considered a handicap!”

Ah, he was one of those people. No badge, no uniform, just a dickhead with an ego bigger than the corgsdale’s gut thinking it was his job to police others. Devon tried crossing their own arms, but ended up bunching up their watermelon-sized moobs instead. Grunting, the hefty hybrid simply rested their arms across their broad belly, idly drumming on the squishy surface. “They’re reserved for the handicapped when every other seat has been taken. As you can see,” Devon gestured with both arms, “there are still plenty of seats left.”


Even with Devon filling up a sizable portion of the subway train himself, the majority of the seats were empty. The only reason they didn’t sit in the general area was because those seats were sectioned off in groups of two, and their (apparently) four-seater ass would completely spill into the aisle and inconvenience everyone. Everybody had a place to sit. Hell, there was a wolf sitting in one of the handicapped seats on the other end of the train, and there was nothing noticeably wrong with him. Why couldn’t this douchebag yell at that guy instead?

But the fox was persistent. “Why don’t you sit in the designated seating area, then?”

“Because I can’t fit!” Devon growled back. The hybrid was aware that the other members of the train were starting to stare; well, if they weren’t staring at the two-ton corgsdale to begin with. The corgsdale didn’t care, they just wanted this idiot to get off their back. “Did you fail kindergarten? The sphere does not fit in the square hole, Einstein!”

The fox’s face looked redder than usual, and Devon hoped a fresh serving of humiliation would humble up the obnoxious vulpine. Apparently not.

“Then why don’t you stand or something, huh, lardass?! Or did you fail P.E!? See, I can make wisecracks too, lazy fat blob! Just because you’ve never seen your hooves before doesn't mean they’re not there! Are all hybrids this fat and lazy? I thought horses were supposed to be fit and trim, not a useless waste of space! Do yourself a favor and work those tree trunks you call legs!”

Devon sighed. So much for their nap. They wanted to tell the fox to piss off and ignore any further comments; it wasn’t like that scrawny whelp could budge them, anyways. He’d have better luck trying to push a car without wheels uphill.

However, they were aware of the angry stares being thrown their way, and the corgsdale didn’t want to be a problem for anyone, even if themself in particular wasn’t directly causing a disturbance.

“Fine,” they muttered back matter-of-factly, and started to push themself out of the seats. Gradually, they hauled themself upwards onto their sturdy hooves, grunting softly as they felt their middle rub against the floor once again. With a slight blush, they realized their rump was still rubbing against the seats despite almost standing at full-

The train lurched as it started to slow down, and Devon stumbled forward. The fox had time to let out an “oh, fuck-” before getting swept away in the advancing wall of cinnamon-colored flab. Unfortunately for him, Devon didn’t stop waddling forward until they slammed into the opposite wall, rattling nearly the entire train. A few gasped at the sound of the heavy impact, but Devon just smiled. They knew the fox was uninjured; save for his pride, perhaps.

The hybrid's grin widened when they felt the angry vulpine thrash about, wobbling and jiggling the thick brown blubber. Devon’s belly resembled a pancake as it spread out around the scrawny jerk, lifting the fox off the ground, yet not even the tips of his pointy ears were visible beneath that incredible disk of fat. Anyone who wasn’t looking before would have thought Devon had actually eaten the poor guy! Inside or outside, the fox had no escape from his fluffy, flabby prison. Especially considering that Devon couldn’t even reach the wall with their arms, with all that belly in the way.

But that didn’t stop the fox from trying, who wiggled, wobbled, and screamed. “Let me out, fatass! This is my stop!”

“What was that? I can’t hear you past all this laziness” Devon responded, wagging their fluffy mop of a tail.

“I said let me out! I’m supposed to get off here, you fucking fat fuck!”

“I’m trying, but I’m just sooooo fat and lazy! I might not get you out in time!” Devon laughed, shaking their wobbling gut for emphasis. This guy got on the subway for a single stop, and had the gall to call them lazy? Pot, meet kettle.

The subway slowed to a halt, and the doors opened. The fox yelled and screamed more insults and swears, most of which were thankfully muffled by the corgsdale’s middle. As furs made their way on and off, the hybrid felt a few pats on their broad shoulders, some thanking him for teaching that noisy jerk a lesson. Devon was happy to be of service.

It wasn’t until the subway continued on did the hybrid “worked up the strength” to back off, chuckling humorously as they noticed the fox was actually plastered atop the slope of their gut. That fox did not find the situation quite as humorous as he pried himself off his squishy prison, his limbs still sinking in deep into all that pudge, before finally freeing himself. The vulpine didn’t bother trying to compose himself, his entire body beet red with indignation, or from the heat of being pressed against a flabby corgsdale for several moments. “Thanks a lot, fatty! Your belly fucked up my schedule! Now I’m gonna be late for work!”

“Why are you upset? They’ll forgive you because you’re not fat or lazy, right?” Devon stuck their tongue out. Seeing the fuming fox stimp away, the corgsdale sighed in relief as they lowered themself back into the seats, feeling their rump spread out across every single one of them. Yup, they definitely did fill four seats now.