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#Obesitober Day Nine - "Washing off a Meal"
5 years ago
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Hey everyone, welcome back to Obesitober!
Now THIS was a fun one! Me and the bf are a sucker for getting slobby, and although I kept the details of the actual slobbiness small to allow myself to write properly about the prompt, this was still immensely fun. I didn't expect washing OFF the grease to be just as arousing as putting it on!
Either way, usual goes! I love hearing feedback and comments, so leave them if you want! I hope you enjoy our antics <3 Prompt 9 of 31
"Washing off a Meal"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring a very fat xavfox
The white fox currently sprawled out on the lawn was stuffed beyond comprehension. Maybe if he had been a more average weight, it would have been more reasonable to picture the amount of food he had just eaten - but even he struggled to comprehend what he’d just consumed. Xav knew he weighed over 2 tonnes at this point. He could feel every pound of weight pressing down on him as he heaved some laboured breaths, trying to pump air through lungs that fought for space with an overfilled and taut stomach. He wasn’t flat out on the ground, no - the smaller, yet chubby foxdeer that was currently dancing around him had made sure to prop up his back to the house, and so he was currently sitting on two warm and cushiony cheeks that propped him up with the rest of the building. He felt immense, and he looked it too. An idle picture taken but a few hours confirmed that he easily outsized the car he used to drive, might even be able to crush it if the technology was available. Those were the sorts of thoughts that invaded his days, as he stifled a sloppy belch that spilled spittle and ketchup across his chest.
Not that stifling it would do anything to ensure the fox’s cleanliness - even for the usual low cleanliness expectations that come with being so big, he was utterly filthy. Despite being washed daily, feeding times were a haze of sloppy eating, sweat and downright slobbiness that invaded his mind. Ryian didn’t really help with this, as his methods of feeding were pretty unconventional for the average family - buckets of eggs and beans, pipe feeding ice cream from vats he kept in the house, even backing up his car into the garden to unload pallets of tins that the fox could snack on if he was feeling hungry. With no plates or cutlery, the fox’s eating style was erratic, to say the least. His chest and tummy was coated in any manner of sauces, liquids and stains, dribbling down from his multiple chins all the way to his navel, which mixed in with a near waterfall of sweat pouring from the deep crevice. His arms were coated in food from digging into buckets and although his fur became less grimy and more matted the further up his arms you went, the smell only got worse from sitting out in the sun all day. Grease trickled down into the small crease between his belly and his legs, sticking the fur together and making his fur shine in a wholly unnatural way. Case and point - he was fat, he was sloppy, and he stank.
Ryian normally wouldn’t care about this sort of thing, he was full-on horny for the fact his boyfriend was so unnaturally slobby. But the thing about having a 2-ton boyfriend in a suburban area is that neighbours and landlords notice things, and neighbours and landlords complain when your 2-ton boyfriend causes an estate-wide evacuation thanks to his smell. So, Ryian had taken out a permit to use as much water as the pipeline could handle on washing his partner after each extravagantly extra meal.
He started with the hose, plugging it into the mains. With no obstacles between him and blubber, the jet of water washed down the exterior stains with ease, cursing Xav to blush and sway at the ticklish feeling of getting hosed down. Discoloured water ran down the pavement and grass and into the newly-widened drain, as sauces and fluids ran down Xav’s wet body and Xav himself was granted a brief period of water inflation for being such a good boy!
Next up was the soap once-over and the power-hose. Normally pretty dangerous for normal furs, Xav’s hide had built up such a resistance after tightening time and time again that the power hose just had an intensified tickling effect for the heavyset fox. Using a literal brick of soap, the foxdeer’s first job was to tackle any intense grease staining with a heavy lather, with the feeling of an intense rubdown for the fox. This could take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour, depending on the meal - today it was about midway, a balanced meal of scrambled eggs and bacon left the fox fairly greasy. The washdown was about the same as the first, but more intense - Xav’s body sloshed and gurgled from side to side when the water slammed into his body, and intense ripples shook over his fur.
The fox could be seen to be gleaming now, but there was still the best task of all left for the foxdeer and Xav knew it. The happiness in eyes couldn’t be understated when Ryian filled up a bucket of hot water, threw in some soap, grabbed some eye goggles and a sponge and without any need to pause or stop simply dived underneath the fox’s intense belly roll. Individual roll cleaning was intensive work, but necessary to stop any infections! And it was always a treat for Ryian to hear Xav’s whimpering and moaning as he hit a spot just right that had been itching all day. Several trips had to be made - mostly for new water, as buckets filled up with filth quite quickly, but also simply because the foxdeer ran out of air quite quickly when he was trapped in the cavernous rolls of his partner. There was no need to ask the fox what his favourite part of the whole experience was - it was an almost orgasmic feeling when Ryian dug his entire body deep into the unknown - Xav’s navel, thick and deep, and abhorrently sweaty. Full body cleaning was needed for this one, Ryian’s usually soft gray fur collecting sweat like it was nothing, soaking up into his hide as he slid greasily to the depths of Xav’s belly button. His whole body shook as the sponge was pressed against every sensitive little bit of the arctic fox’s fluff. To say it was a bonding experience would be an understatement.
Finally though, after 2 hours or more of cleaning, Xav’s body would be shining. His beautiful white and blue coat stuck out in the backyard, reflecting the beating sun that would no doubt dry out his hide in time for his next meal. Ryian was, understandably, the filthy one now. His fur coat matted, covered in deep and hidden stains, he would undoubtedly need a warm bath to be even close to presentable for his meal pick-up later on. There was no doubt that the fox’s enjoyment was immense, however - he had passed out from his pleasure, his drooling tongue lolling from his maw with a dorky smile plastered across his face. Ryian could put a bet that Xav’s fatpad was doing intense work down under - but the expression was so innocent, that he didn’t need to think about it. He lay down a towel on the fox’s bulk so he wouldn’t taint his hard work, before smooching his soft and doughy cheek gently, leaving a single greasy, sweaty smooch mark that would be a gentle reminder of Ryian’s love when he woke up. Ryian smiled, before hopping down to take his quick bath. No rest for the weary~
Isaacellobo
~isaacellobo
man I can't wait to see you get to the actual slob prompts
