hello!!

sorry for being quiet over here - i have some stuff to upload, which i may get around to this week

I'm much more active on bluesky lately and, if you're not already following me over there, i recently hit 1k followers! to celebrate, i'm holding a raffle for a free 3d sculpt of your choosing! any character, any scenario~

more details in the post, but feel free to join in!

hey everyone over here! if you've been here for a while, you might have noticed that i've been using FA a lil more frequently than i did before (which was extremely sporadically and still is just not to the same degree)

I've been trying to get better at 3D sculpting for the past few months, so I've enjoyed sharing the results of those experiments over the past few months! thanks for any favs or comments i get both on here or on bsky, i really appreciate it <3

speaking of if you only know me through here, give my bsky a follow! i'm WAY more active than i am over here, and I'm also more likely to reciprocate any contact xo

also in foxdeer news - i got a job! i've been unemployed for the last 6 months (which haven't been too bad either tbh I had an okay amount of savings to get me through it). it's been really good too, i enjoy the work and get paid a decent amount AND i only work 4 days a week! i reckon this will mean i feel a lot more energized to work on sculpts more often...

speaking of, i also want to announce i'm OPENING ART TRADES FOR MUTUALS from here on out! i would love to get more foxdeer commissions in, and while i'm still saving up money for a new car and other life stuff, i want to test out some more trades because i think they're fun <3 essentially the only requirement is that we've talked before in DMs (i realise how loosely i consider people mutuals based on a couple private messages is, but yes that is how socially needy i've been lately)

essentially I will provide a 3D sculpt similar to anything in my gallery based on your requirements! if you'd like a full scene idea with a background and everything that's wonderful, if you want just a simple pose or head sculpt great! i'd just expect anything equivalent in your eyes in return!

so shoot my DM if you'd like to discuss anything (and we're mutuals already ofc xo), but if we don't know eachother that well - i do love comments!

thanks everyone <3 hope you're all doing okay!

...but i'm not sure if i should! my schedule has been extremely busy lately, so much so that i'm only really just getting back into furry circles now. it's been a lot of fun throwing around some ideas on twitter, but i feel like i'd love to get back into writing good old proper stories...

i'd love to see if there was any interest either! <3

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~


Hey hey! Welcome back to Obesitober!
I'm still having a riot writing these, but I absolutely love getting feedback on my stories. Please feel free to comment or even dm me with your critiques! I'm always looking to do better :3
Anyways, this one is more cute than horny, which is always good! The boyfriend needed a little pick-me-up, and I figured these two prompts would make a neat little story to enjoy if you're looking for something a bit more amorous <3
As always, I really hope you enjoy!!

Prompts 7 and 8 of 31
"Forced Feeding" and "Belly Worship"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring xavfox

For the enigmatic pair, the trip to the movie theatre was a well-needed trip away from monotony. Xav and Ryian had been tanking through the past few weeks in a flurry of work and sleep, with little time to spare for the cuter things in life - cuddling at night was a big plus, but very little time could be spared to sit down and watch a movie with the other. Sundays were the big days for the couple - the day they could ditch uniforms and name tags, sleep in until 1pm and have a lunch-style breakfast in bed, lay around in briefs or in the nude and game together until all hours of the night. Order takeaway, belly rubs, and finally convince each other that clothes were necessary for a trip to the cinema. The car ride would be a little yawny from such a lazy day, but excited to just get out there and do the little things in life together.

It was a dark and drizzly day, the fox’s long ears drooping from under a thick hoodie, a preference over the thick waterproof coat. It wasn’t much good - as stubby as they were, horns were always going to be an absolute nuisance when it came to hoods. It was a little annoying that his warm, full, fuzzy feeling would soon come to an abrupt stop when he stepped out of the heated car into rain territory, but the damp fur and hair was more than worth it to run paw-in-paw with his boyfriend into the theatre entrance. He shook his hair out, frizzing it at the edges, and unzipped his coat to take it off in the heated lobby. A warm and wooly white sweater covered his round, but not overly protruding tummy. It was pulled up at the edges, just showing off his tattoo as the cuffs tightened around his elbows.

The movie they were going to see was irrelevant to Xav. He had intentionally suggested something he knew nobody was going to see, something where the theater would be reasonably empty. The foxdeer’s knowledge on the world of film was next to none - as long as he could cuddle up with his partner to something sappy, paw in paw in a dark room, he’d be happy. The tickets were bought, and the snacks were skipped. They’d been to the movies long enough to know to bring their own - the foxdeer’s coat was wrapped around his arm, and held a couple bars of chocolate and a drink for himself. He knew the fox would have picked out some stuff from the kitchen before he left, slipping it into a cute fox-themed backpack with floppy ears he always wore around in public with the broad and tall Ryian, giving off a sense of dom and sub from the first glance. Ryian didn’t catch the extremely soft touch of Xav’s gentle paw against his sweater covered tummy as they slipped into the theatre.

The audience was, as Xav predicted, non-existent. Ryian was a little surprised, but his boyfriends arms were wrapped around one of his and tugging him forwards into a central row. Nothing he could ask anyways, Xav would just play it off as a “freak coincidence!”. They chatted a little while about various goings on before the movie started. At first glance, Ryian would assume this was just a sappy love story about a wolf and a fox, nothing overtly groundbreaking or thrilling in any sense. He heard a candy bar unwrap, instantly flicking his own paw to his personal stash and pulling out his own personal stacks. The pizza they had bought earlier had already filled the cervine to capacity, but there was always room for cinema snacks. He dug into the bar with one paw as he rubbed over his boyfriends with the other, digits intertwined and softly rubbing. He polished off the chocolate in no time, evidently more hungry than he had anticipated. He was so bored, that he instantly dug his paw into his pocket just for something to focus on, another chocolate bar quickly vanishing into his scruffy muzzle. He had exhausted his fuel supply, and he was barely 10 minutes in...seriously, would this movie pick up a bit? It was so cliche the Ryian’s eyes started to droop just a little... before Xav leaned over to rub his paw on his midsection. That had the immediate effect of jolting the foxdeer upright, immediately more attentive as the fox rubbed a belly full of pizza and sweetstuffs in gentle and teasing circles, over and over. The foxdeers tongue lolled a little, glancing around a little at the empty theater, nervous for any hidden audience or staff. But the auditorium was empty, and the lighting was so dim that the foxdeer could barely see the soft and teasy paw wandering his little pot belly. The white paw softly slid it’s digits under the rim of fabric that finished off the sweater, and pulled it up the rolling grey expanse. It was smooth, with very little rolls - still feeling the stuffing effects of a large dinner and a couple snacks. The gentle teasing of his boyfriend’s soft paw across his fur sent little waves of pleasure up his spine as sweat formed on his forehead. It was still a public place, they could get in trouble...any of Ryian’s thoughts were immediately struck clean by a whole bar, crushed up, slipped into his muzzle by his partner’s other paw. His eyes widened, tasting the sweetness of the treat alongside the familiar scent of a gentle, usually caring paw.

The fox’s eye’s glimmered in the dark, his tongue out and his smile wide and sly as he pressed himself over Ryian. His backpack was open, askew on his lap, and the foxdeer could just catch a glimpse of what Xav had packed - seemingly, everything within the treat cabinet they kept at home. Bags of chips, chocolate bars, cans of soda and everything in between haphazardly shoved into the innocent carrier bag and carried with the fox somewhere he desperately wanted to feed his partner in. The gentle, teasing caress of the fox’s paw on his stomach made Ryian swallow almost immediately, and was met with an array of cookies shoved between his teeth moments later. The fox’s tail was wagging awry, and his expression was glazed over with pure admiration and adoration...how could he look away? How could he not slip his tongue around the sugary treats, and eat them whole? The fox’s paw wandered as his spare limb stretched into his bag, pulling out a can. Briefly letting go to open the beverage, he swiftly brought his paw back and slid a digit into the peeking grey navel that elicited a little moan that burbled into the sickly sweet soda that poured into Ryian’s maw. He leaned his head back to swallow, feeling Xav’s paw knead and pamper him sweetly.

Ryian shot a look of near confusion, but more aroused contemplation at his boyfriend. Normally he was fairly quiet and gentle, but it was evident he had planned this from the get-go. His paws were racing back and forth from bag to muzzle, opening more cans forcing the contents of drink and snacks down the foxdeer’s gullet, often quicker than he could keep up with as his clean, rose-smelling sweater started to pick up spills and crumbs. His stomach showed a slight red sheen to it as Ryian’s eyes glazed over...god, he was so full. But what could he do? His boyfriend was in a complete mood, and he wasn’t about to ruin his fun, he smirked into the bag of chips as it was tipped into his muzzle. He felt a sticky, salt covered paw join the other as the arctic fox jumped over the seat divider and knelt down before the queasy foxdeer. At first Ryian jumped because of the compromising position...but soon calmed down after he realised no pants were being stripped. Instead, Xav took the soft but swollen belly in his paws, and gave it all the loving he could think of. Pressed between gently burbling belly and the seat behind him, he kneaded and gently pinched whatever doughy blubber was left on the taut mass of stomach before him, before placing gentle kisses and licks over the surface, totally pushing Ryian over the edge. It was just too much...he already was over-stimulated from the sudden growth of tummy, and now the sensation of his partner’s tongue slowly and roughly working it’s way from navel to chest was absolutely destroying him.
And as if it wasn’t enough the fox went even further. He pressed his cold snout to his partner's navel, nuzzling it softly. It had always been a favorite of Xav’s, a safe space if you will, a place he would always teasingly stick a digit or snout into whenever he was feeling playful, or washing it first thing whenever they got into a shower together. But he took it further, as he did with everything that night. Gently sliding his blue snout upward, Ryian’s back arched suddenly as he felt a rough, bumpy tongue invading his gut. Was...was that a fox making out with his navel? He felt the wet, slimy organ pushing a little deeper, rubbing itself all around the outer and inner edges of his belly button. He gasped slightly as he felt the fox’s entire muzzle slot in just an inch or two, gripping the edges of the chair for support as his boyfriend cuddled with, and made out with, his own belly. It was about this time that the lights shot on, blinding the two with their unnatural sheen after almost an hour of darkness.

After a lengthy, rather embarrassing, kind of hot conversation with the manager, the two walked out a little sheepishly with a lengthy cinema ban and the knowledge that several staff on duty had seen the fox’s actions. The two walked silently, hand in hand, back to the car. It was still raining, and the fox looked like he was about to cry as he held his head in his hands against the steering wheel. He felt a soft paw across his back, as another paw gently rubbed his tummy in small, caring circles. He flicked his muzzle up, catching his boyfriend’s in the process, and sharing a lengthy and intimate kiss. Ryian could taste his own gut on his lips, chuckling a little into the smooch. Okay, it was embarrassing to get caught. But Ryian’s enthusiasm for it all ensured that as soon as the pair were allowed back, they might as well bring a Christmas dinner.


Welcome back to Obesitober!
Technically today's story should be the 7th prompt, but today was STACKED for me today. I actually had the majority of this finished last night, but me and the bf got...busy. either way...IT'S DONE!
It's also a lot longer than any of the other Obesitober stories so far! I really hope you like it, comments are always super appreciated <3

WARNING!! This story definitely involves (belly) sex between two consenting males!
Get out minors! You shouldn't be here anyways, but you are double banned from this one!


Prompts 5 and 6 of 31
"Finally Immobile" and "Belly Fucking"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring xavfox

It took a while, it always does. But he was finally there, one last mark on the slowly increasing graph marked by the chubby white fox as he drew a horizontal line across the whole thing, marking in big red letters the word that delivered finality to the citation - “IMMOBILE!”, and with a smirk he turned back to the heaving blob of soft warmth he’d been working on for months, years even. It hadn’t been easy, plenty of worries, tears and a lot of money and food had gone into every pound of weight on Ryian’s frame - but he knew the moment that he woke up that his last day of movement had already passed. He could just about feel his limbs pulling free from a blubbery constraint that surrounded his biceps and thighs, trying to push themselves away from a gut that took up the entirety of space between his legs - but even without the usual hour of grogginess and idle feeding that occurred after he woke up, he knew himself he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own two feet again. There was just no way he could feasibly think of holding all that weight vertically again, after the struggle of a month that had just occurred.

For a moment, he could flash back to where it all began - an absent minded little contest between partners, a little feeding game the two had come up with on the spot after accidentally ordering just a little too much delivery. The duo were lithe in nature, taking after the majority of both their species, but it had already been discussed between the two of their passion for food and eating, such to the point where the two would rely on the other to feed them their meals. But this time, it was all solo - eat more than the other, most eaten when it’s all gone wins. Points were counted in fast food wrappers on either side of the bed - and no rules needed for cleanliness. The contest was a landslide, with a certain stuffed foxdeer taking the rather messy crown. His belly bulged out an inch, literally packed edge to edge with chewed and mushed up burgers, fries and an extra helping of soda to wash it all down. Xav was, to say it bluntly, pretty stunned at the determination to tank through most of the meal. He enjoyed eating, sure - but the intensity in his partners eyes when he chowed down on the next burger? That was something he had to push a little further.

It started with a silly little note on the fox's phone. “Ryian - Weight”, the document was simply entitled. It was as simple as that - a note of every day from the contest to present time. He had drafted up the calendar right after the competition as Ryian was slowly pushed into a food coma, Xav’s ear resting on his gurgling belly - he was determined to weigh his boyfriend every day, even if there were suspicions in doing so. Ryian wasn’t stupid - he questioned the fox’s intentions on the second day he was forced up onto the scale. In a slightly nervous but intimate chat, Xav shared his true intentions and feelings as he pawed at the gentle slope of a paunch that was starting to form on his boyfriend...wouldn’t it be so much better if he was just, well, a little bigger? Not only would he be so soft to cuddle, but he’d get to eat more just to please his boyfriend! It was a one-sided argument from the start. Ryian called up the takeaway then and there as Xav punched a slightly higher digit into his phone than the day before.

Progress was slow in the beginning. It’s not easy to gain an immense amount of weight in one go when you work a fulltime job, and budgeting an extreme amount of food every day into an already tight budget was time-consuming and slow, but time was never an issue. Ryian would simply eat more than he usually would at dinner or out at restaurants, maybe intaking twice his normal calorie input per day which would usually leave him sluggish and tired at the end of the day, a perfect catalyst for gentle cuddling and kissing. Xav would record his weight at the end of the day, and as the weeks passed by he felt himself sliding his paws under a decent side stomach that protruded more than a couple inches from the grey furred deerfox’s usual frame. What they had was definitely working, albeit a bit slow. So they started to get a little creative in their methods, in tandem with the slow capacity growth of the cervine.

Mental preparation was a big part of the process. The first thing to encourage growth was a bigger weight record - instead of punching digits into a private phone, why not showcase the weight growth? After a couple hours at the computer, Xav had himself a printout of his boyfriend’s growth from start to finish, an indication of how far he had come in such little time. He taped it to the wall opposite their bed - 60 pounds in a few months was a lot of work, but neither of them knew what it would take to push past that figure. The wall still had room for more information, more numbers, more weight. And that’s what excited the foxdeer so much - 60 pounds to him was a lot, but there was so much space to the right of the last graph just begging to be filled. And Xav knew that, buttering him up gently with teasing whispers and rubs late into the night. It wasn’t much long after that the curve started to slowly transition from a straight line into an exponential curve of gluttony.

Weeks flew by in almost a haze of eating and sloth. One of the biggest increases in weight was Ryian’s holidays from work - a whole week at home with his partner, with no plans and getting paid to do so? There was barely a single minute that passed by without a morsel of food sliding by his lips, pushed in by his own shaking paws or his loving fox’s own muzzle. His belly was packed tight every night, but subsided into a soft and gentle roll down his middle and sides every night. Soon, a little chub turned into full on obese, and the workplace wasn’t shy to notice it. The job loss might have been unexpected for the foxdeer, but eating on company hours was becoming a real problem for someone who’s belly growled every hour it wasn’t being fed. It was a depressing day, eased only by the obscene order of takeout the fox spent a solid hour ordering. But not all was lost, and the roles could switch - though some savings were dipped into in order to maintain the weight curve while the fox went job hunting, it turned out that the role swap might be beneficial for the duo. And when Xav finally found a job suitable for him, and it turned out to be a working from home situation, the sedentary lifestyle seriously kicked in.

If the curve was exponential before, it was shooting for the moon in the weeks following the foxes job success. He could work from his bedroom under the arm of a soft, marshmallow like foxdeer, and care for him in the preceding and following hours. The bases of his limbs vanished slowly into thick crevices of blubber that swallowed them up just a little every single day, a good place for the fox to hold onto while he was washing greasy fur or just cuddling up under a soft roll. Over a year had passed by, and the paper taped onto the wall kept growing every month as the true progress of growth began to show itself. Several hundreds of soft pounds were not lost on the cervine, whose body shook anytime he waddled to fetch himself food from the kitchen, or another delivery. Any short journey would put the foxdeer out of commission for at least an hour, the slightly chub fox listening to raspy breathing and an erratic heart anytime his flabby arm was folded over the vulpines body.

Weeks turned into months, the same slovenly lifestyle that the couple had wished for repeating every single day, a recurring loop of pleasure and intimacy. It was approaching 2 years since the start of Ryian’s journey when the final mark on the paper graph was made, sprawling across the wall from left to right as he grinned at how far he’d come. A particular vulpine was only too happy to run across the room and bear hug the cervine’s soft, plush belly, a regular occurrence in the household as he felt those small white furred rolls squish against his enormous sprawling belly. The plush fox had gained a little weight over the years, mostly from affectionate mutual feeding but a little due to his own growing feeding habits. He blushed against Ryian's noisy gut as it complained for any sort of nourishment to start the day. But a feat as big as immobility couldn't go unrewarded, surely?

The pair spent most of their nights naked, unless explicitly wanted by one or the other for cozy hoodie or sweater cuddles. However, this made both of them a little more amorous then they might have been otherwise. The combination of his partner finally reaching an arousing goal intended for completion in a few years from now, plus the lack of clothing and current fur and fur contact, made a certain foxes length slowly but eagerly slide out across the foxdeer's lower roll of belly. Immediately, it was like Ryian was fully awake, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed red as he stared right back at Xav. Here? Now? His brain was overloaded with a rush of endorphins...the arousal of becoming permanently grounded, the intensity of his boyfriend's look, the feel of when he finally slipped his dick down into the sweaty, warm navel of his partner. Ryian gasped and tilted his head back onto his pillows, his thick arms pressing against either side of his gut and trapping the fox's length between heavy blubber. The pair engaged in this behaviour every so often when it had become harder for the foxdeer to engage in traditional sexual activity, but usually it was discussed beforehand if only for a little while. The fox was straight in, his own belly wobbling slightly with each incredible thrust.

With each pelvic motion, Ryian could feel his insides squishing and pushing back against his spine and each other. The feeling only increased the heavier he got - and today it was intense, almost orgasmic in itself as Xav's length reached halfway down his cavernous navel, twitching and gathering slick sweat from the untouched depths. His own dick twitched and pushed into a warm, soft fat pad that had long since enveloped his crotch, drool spilling from his muzzle as his smaller boyfriend took the brunt of the work, but Ryian helping as much as he could with his rhythmic wobbles and hefty squishing into Xav's lap. It didn't take long at all for the arctic fox to dump a hefty and lengthy load into the foxdeer's navel, not bothering with cleanliness as he pulled out to spill sticky, pearly white seed down the dark grey tufts of fur sticking out of the foxdeer's tummy. The beached whale whined out, shifting his weight back and forth between his legs, trying to ease out his own orgasm as he leaned back and forth. The only thing he accomplished was the sticky release of his boyfriend's cum down his stomach, blushing heavily as he felt it dripping onto the linen in front of him.

Xav wasn't disconcerted by his boyfriend's movements in any sense. Despite being winded by the unexpected release, he could tell by the look in Ryian's eyes, his tongue hanging out, the desperate panting...he needed him. He needed his help, he needed it desperately...would Xav ever give him the sensitive release of a white and blue paw? Maybe an inquisitive muzzle, buried beneath grey fatpad? Xav smirked to himself as he planted his paws upon the ocean of gut he'd promised to devote himself. He'd give it some proper thought after second breakfast.

Hey there! Welcome to Obesitober Day Four!
For the more astute of you, you might notice this one is a day late. I sincerely apologise for that - I got some rough news yesterday night that impeded me from even starting, but thankfully it doesn't seem to be as serious as I once thought <3
However, that does mean that I have to write two stories tonight, so this one isn't going to be as flashy or detailed as my others, or even as long. No matter, I sincerely hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Thank you for your kind comments the past few days, they've been genuinely lovely and inspirational <3

Prompt 4 of 31
"Sweaty Moving"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring xavfox
Every step is a harsh load to bear when you’re over 500 pounds in weight. Of course the tools exist to get around without exerting much, if any, effort; but what if you can’t afford them? What if they’re too slow, or impractical? Or what if your boyfriend has an enormous fetish for fat furs overexerting themselves? The latter might be a rare one, but one the foxdeer knew all too well. He felt the price of the mobility scooter echo through his head as he took another lumbering step forward. Another exhale of breath, before a sharp intake as he gripped onto his damp lovehandles. Christ, he was sweaty...he couldn’t even pause to wipe the sweat trickling down his face as he heard the snap of a camera and a beautiful smile flash at him from behind the lens. How could he not volunteer his body up for someone so...pure?

Maybe he was pure at heart, but Xav loved everything about how Ryian looked right now. He was pushing past 700 pounds maybe, it was hard to tell when your scale was implanted into the bedroom floor, and also smashed to pieces with two suspiciously foxdeer shaped paw prints embedded in the metal. He could barely, just barely, fit into some of the largest clothes the pair could find online, and even then Ryian’s stupendous waistline exceeded any clothing manufacturer's wildest imaginations. His navel was free to the eye, as any t-shirt slid up his usually slick fur to show off his lower belly roll. It pushed out past his lap, getting stuck on the point where his two main rolls met and usually stayed there to the sheer force of sweaty fur, usually the fabric having become damp to the point of no motion at all. This usually started from underneath his arms almost instantly after putting it on, the small amount of fabric trapping an immense amount of heat that passed through his blubbery fur. Tufts of unkempt and sticky fur ensured that the rest of the usually completely monotone shirts were soaked through by the end of the day - or via mandatory exercise session.

Today was just one of those days where Ryian was totally at Xav’s whim for whatever the fox wanted him to do. Exercise days were nothing short of sheer torture for the obese cervine - and it was only down to the immense food bribery that he could even be coaxed to participate in the first place. Exercise days were very loosely based on exercise - at this point Ryian was far too overweight for anything that involved bending or stretching, so it usually involved very simple arm exercises or a jog outside. The latter was being held at this very moment, complete with the widest gym shorts you could ever think of and the obligatory stretchy headband that Ryian’s slick black hair got stuck in random tufts over and underneath. Underneath said headband was a flushed muzzle, deep crimson red from the intense huffing the foxdeer was performing. His primary performance, the exercising one, was going pretty poorly. It was more akin to trundling steps that a baby might take on it’s first journey - slow, unmethodical, and with his arms outstretched to regain some sort of balance, his center of gravity shifting within him at every tiny slosh of his fat.

He glanced at his partner, who took another shot mid-step. The sweat was shiny, glimmering in the photo as he looked upon his work. He could admire every little trickle that was running down the grey fur, getting caught in little or big rolls that eventually overflowed and poured over the edges. Sweat would soak into any fabric it could reach, before becoming so oversaturated that it simply ran down the surface, slick and wet. It trickled down his legs, and even though they weren’t moving at extreme velocity, they still managed to splatter sweat particles across the pavement from just a single pace. His body would wobble and slosh as soon as either paw made impact with the concrete, causing a shower of droplets to hit the sidewalk, dark and wet on the light grey material. He wiped his brow, his arm soaked through so much that the relief wasn’t even too much as new droplets formed on his forehead. He panted in the summer heat, as his boyfriend took a final shot, a near perfect summary of the foxdeers progress in his weight gain journey as the picture of his body sagging and throwing droplets of sweat across the pavement was taken. His part of the bargain was done. All that was left was to convince any restaurant proprietor to let a soaked, stinking foxdeer in their doors...


Hey hey! Welcome back to Obesitober!
Today's prompt was the ever lovable stuck in a door trope. Well, I was halfway through writing this when I realised how closely I had written the story for tomorrow's prompt...but I promise you that it'll get just as sweaty tomorrow~
In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy my sweaty, fatass boyfriend <3 Criticism is always appreciated!

Prompt 3 of 31
"Stuck In a Door"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring a seriously fat xavfox
It was an ever-present love that Ryian had for his partner whenever they were walking down the street. Well, it was an ever-present love all the time - but it was particularly elevated whenever the overburdened arctic fox was forced to walk down a sidewalk in his current condition. Said condition was, understandably, overweight. As lithe and in-form as the foxdeer was, his foxy boyfriend was quite the opposite - as evidenced by sweat literally hitting the pavement with every little swaying motion of his gut between his legs. He was fat - no other word for it. Almost 700 pounds of fat at this point, three times bigger than the foxdeer slowly pacing behind him. Maybe it was too much, or perhaps the fox enjoyed it - but Ryian would almost always walk behind Xav, or to his side to hold his paw, but never in front. Holding hands was understandable - however, everyone but Xav could think of a reason why Ryian stayed in the back while he struggled to take the several steps necessary to quantify a “walk”. That reason was currently staring the cervine in the face, a set of wide and soft hips that flowed down into a waterfall of backrolls and an incredibly soft and plush rear that only the foxdeer could attest to.

Huffing, the fox could only wipe sweat from his brow as he trundled forwards another few steps, gazing down at horrified mothers covering their children’s eyes at such public occurrences. He cursed at his adoration of the humble hoodie, for not only were all sizes way too small at this point, riding up his gut and putting his white fluffed navel on full display, but an increasingly sweaty nature had flourished thanks to his embellishment of the soft and warm clothing. The grey fabric was soaked through under his arms, and any sort of redeeming feature about his soft, gentle fur was tarnished with a gloss of sweat. He huffed and gasped for air in the warm summery breeze before his black ears darted and his cyan eyes narrowed in on the sight he’d been looking for. Chinese buffet, dead ahead.

With a narrow smile of relief, he traversed onwards. Barreling forwards with newfound energy, the foxdeer had to increase speed from a pace to a walk thanks to the foxes newfound intensity. But with a change in speed also came a change in force, and the foxes belly sloshed and smacked into his legs as he waddled forwards. Though his paunch wasn’t quite as far as the pavement just yet, it was steadily expanding and increasing day by day to the point where it hung below his knees even if it wasn’t packed tight. Gentle ripples of lard flowed down either side and scrunched up and down as the heavy pounding of his shoes on the pavement finally slowed to a stop, but the gentle pitter patter of sweat drops staining the pavement only quickened. Ryan admired the sight of the fox leaning into the open glass window of the buffet for a moment, before realising that might genuinely break if he leaned any further. He gestured for his partner to go in, patting his damp rear that protruded almost entirely from the black shorts he wore.

However, this wasn’t the easy process it used to be. Of course the fox tried - all he wanted to do right now was sit in, out of the heat, and eat an incredible amount of food. However, upon entry, Xav found out that he wasn’t able to achieve that. He stepped forward, but felt his legs and hips tug back at him as his tummy swayed forwards for just a second before sloshing back into his legs. He tilted his head in confusion, before trying again. Nothing - he wasn’t any further than where he started. He blinked forcefully, thinking the heat was getting to him, before trying again. This time, a meek ferret sheepishly walked forwards, clutching a menu in his hand. “Uhm...sir? I don’t think you’ve quite noticed yet…” Xav let out a huff, wiping his brow once more and grunting as he tried to walk forwards again, unperturbed. “Sir?...You’re stuck!!” the ferret blurted, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, evidently having taken the brunt of another fatty x buffet incident in the past. With those harsh words, it suddenly clicked with the hungry fox, and as he looked backwards he could see the fat around his hips wedged into the frame. If he had packed out after the first failure, maybe he could have been set free - but the foxes' sheer unwillingness to cooperate with the now yelling ferret and his sheepish boyfriend had jammed him securely in the wooden door frame of the establishments. His embarrassment was only met with gentle butt pats from his partner, who had placed his entire body securely in one of the foxes pure white cheeks in order to shove him forwards, to no real avail. His hips had widened to a point where he really was pretty much part of the building, the door frame creaking a little as it realised the load it was suddenly forced to bear.

After a lengthy and rather angry conversation with the manager of the buffet, eventually Ryian got tired of hearing the complaints directed at his boyfriend and just bought the establishment for the day. Though the staff's shocked faces spoke volumes, the cash shouted louder. Customers were escorted out the staff entrance, some of them having been treated to a sight of sweaty fox belly upon trying to leave. The foxdeer just waved and grinned as nestled himself into the now whimpering and blushing pile of fox, who was mentally preparing himself for more of a public meal than anything he’d ever experienced before. It didn’t matter to Ryian - he knew that food would instantly quell whatever embarrassment the fox was having. And there was about to be a feast.


Hey hey! Welcome back to Obesitober!
Again if you're interested in the prompts, go follow sasukewoof on Twitter! He's got a nice comprehensive list at the ready for the month!
Alternatively, you can check out his site at http://cawdordesigns.com/?page_id=2544 !

This was a bit of a niche one for me, because I'm not overly obsessed with crushing furniture. However, I gave it a shot, so any criticism is welcome!


Prompt 2 of 31
"Crushed Furniture"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring xavfox
Ryian could barely look over the obscene curve of his own gut, yet there was still the libido in him for more food, for more everything. For several days now the foxdeer had been reveling in his own excess. His stomach took over any sort of shine away from the brand new living room he and his partner had just moved into - it wasn’t so much a “round tummy” as it was a “collection of misshapen, mismatched rolls freefalling either side of a void-calling navel”. Or, to put it in more common terms, he was seriously overweight. Though the term “overweight” wasn’t so much a label to the foxdeer as it was a medal of honor, a shining term used by anyone who saw him that instantly gratified all he had been doing for the past few weeks.

Though Ryian and Xav were new to the neighborhood, they had quickly become a household name. At first many thought that it was just the arctic fox that lived in the small terraced house, he had kindly greeted the neighbors with homemade cookies and a warm smile, and there was no sign of any dark grey fluff to be seen. However, it wasn’t until the neighbours repaid their gratitudes with their own visits to the house that it became clear Xav didn’t live alone. Whether he had been brought in deep in the night, or if all of the neighbours suddenly were busy or missing for the foxdeer’s arrival, it would have been impossible to miss him otherwise. At a glance, one might say that he was approaching one ton - but it realistically could have been two, given how much was lost behind his belly. Thick, gelatinous thighs and a cushioned rear could be seen behind his stomach when aghast onlookers stared at him, but otherwise the rest was lost as knowledge to himself and the ever-intimate Xav.

In his current position, it might have seemed like he was just taking up a corner of the room himself. However, that wasn’t the case - if he was ever to move again, one might have found an assortment of shattered wood, velvety fabric, and the construction materials used to bind those two together flattened underneath a certain sweaty, plush foxdeer rear. As with everything to Ryian, there was a very unflattering story to the origin of this mess…

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Ryian idly belched as he waddled through the living room doors, a greasy paper bag under his left arm that tucked into the soft flesh of his stomach protruding from a hoodie way too small for any reasonable fatass. 800 pounds of foxdeer managed to squeeze it’s way into the medium-sized and fully furnished room, cozy but fashionable. He thought he’d give his new home a quick walk around, having been driven here by his boyfriend at three in the morning as to not scare anyone when they spent half an hour getting him out of the car. Said fox stood right behind the slightly greasy foxdeer as his stomach brushed off of the cabinets as he admired the paintings, his rear bumping into something soft behind him. He turned a little too swiftly, his blubber swaying from side to side as his legs stabilised. He didn’t even need to flick his eyes to Xav to know his cheeks were flushed, smirking anyways as he admired the furniture in front of him.

It was an ochre coloured sofa, textured very lightly with crosses in the upholstery. Even at a glance you could tell this was something fancy - from what little information Ryian could gain with his belly alone, the fabric was soft to the touch with some wonderful stitching. It was pressed against the back wall of the room, nestled between a potted aloe vera and a side table. Any potential user would have a view of the whole room, and would be comfy at that.
Ryian knew he was too big for it. Having outgrown even the sturdiest of beds, he knew no sofa would ever be a match for him again - the pair had taken to sleeping on a mattress splayed across the floor for a while before they could find a place with a bedroom big enough for a newly commissioned extra strength bed. But to the sleep deprived cervine, this looked comfy...and considering the pair had moved across the country late at night in a car designed for someone a quarter of his weight, he was starved of comfort. He looked up to the fox, who’s blushy expression couldn’t match the shocked look he gave Ryian as he slowly turned his body towards him, a fiery look of intent in his eyes.

He was halfway through a yell when Ryian’s body made impact. The soft rolls of his back pressed into the gentle fabric, his cushioned cheeks spreading horizontally very slightly as he felt the weight from his legs relax. This lasted for about a second, before the wooden legs of the seating buckled entirely, sending the foxdeer’s body into freefall for another split second. His legs splayed out, his entire body rippled as a heavy belch forced itself from his agape maw. His eyes wide open, his paws were clenched to his sides as he felt his love handles sag after the shock of it all jostled his belly between his legs - sighing out in comfort as he realised, despite the fall, he genuinely was quite comfy atop the sofa!
Xav would have been furious that his boyfriend had just wrecked a “thousand dollar plus” sofa, if he didn’t find the entire scene so unrelentingly hot. So hot in fact, that he didn’t even bother trying to lift him up - ever. He simply fell onto his boyfriend’s gently rumbling gut, and slipped into a warm slumber.

Despite the force of impact and the severity of the destruction, what remained actually wasn’t too painful for the foxdeer. After all, his hide was cushioned with a bodyguard of thick blubber - absorbing any sort of force or feeling coming towards it. And as his body grew, this only intensified. Despite now weighing twice his original weight, the remnants of his original misdemeanor still lie underneath the multi-ton fur - albeit, slightly damper. And probably never to be seen again.

This is my first journal on FA, so first of all hey there! If you're looking for more regular updates from me, I'm a LOT more available on twitter at @faawxyy.

The lovely sasukewuff on twitter came up with a wonderful list of writing prompts for the month of October entitled "Obesitober"! I'm in a bit of writing slump for the past while, so this is the perfect excuse to get my creativity back. Each day for the month of October, i'm going to be writing a little piece based on the prompt of the day! Which means you all get free fat content from me for a whole month. Awesome!

I'm not going to constrain myself with time or word counts, and I predict I may have to submit a story a little later than the given day. But not to worry! This is a fun little experiment, and I'm only too happy to participate.

Also, I'm going to be putting these stories in my journals because a) I don't use the journals too often, b) they're not full on, tangible stories and c) I feel it'll clutter up people's feeds a bit less. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments or even note/DM me. I love constructive criticism!

Anyways, without further ado, I present to you the first of many short stories, featuring my wonderful boyfriend Xav!

Prompt 1 of 31
"Overeating"
A short story by FAAWXY, featuring xavfox

A taut dome of barely wobbling flesh pressed against the edge of the table as the fox tried to reach over his own adipose to continue his meal. His gut was partially concealed beneath the wooden surface, but the upper shelf of his midsection gave himself away as he pulled back with a whine, another pizza slice snatched up in a particularly greasy paw.
As he slouched back in his chair, he could feel an orb of flesh protruding back over his lap. It might have been a small slope before his overly adequate meal started a few hours ago, but it had turned into a ball of tight and gurgling stomach and fur in that short period of time. There was no other word for it – he was stuffed. The white fur that covered most of his body was thinned at the apex, revealing shiny reddened skin around the navel which had deepened significantly in the short timeframe he had started to eat in. His left paw tentatively brushed against his stomach as he felt his muscles tighten at the touch, the feeling of anything brushing against the engorged organ making his brain go into overdrive as he pushed the digits of his paw in an inch or two, feeling a rush of gas rise up his throat as he let a roaring belch out into the surrounding environment. A near orgasmic sigh and a brief relaxation period, before the cheese-and-pep slice entered his muzzle.
The bemused grey foxdeer sat across the table, watching the events unfold slowly throughout the evening. Pudgy himself, he had snacked on food throughout the meal; evidently leaving the brunt of the task to his rotund boyfriend. He had been a little surprised to learn of the foxes need to utterly stuff himself when he got home from work - Xav had even gone to the bother of loading the car up with fast food before he got home – but it wasn’t unexpected. Ryian's belly had become something of a pastime for the fox, ensuring it was met it's rub and smooch quota hourly. It wasn’t a total shock that the once slim fox might want to bulk up a little – but it was clear that he was in an unrelentingly gluttonous mood.
Food wrappers strewn across the kitchen floor, Ryian slid his chair back and stood up as his boyfriend sat there dazed and drooling in his chair. He kicked some pizza boxes to the side as he pulled Xav's chair back from the table to give it some space. The swollen mass of food stood out a solid foot in diameter from the rest of his body, and was coated in a slick film of sweat and grease, partly due to his constant belly rubbing and messy eating. In his gluttonous haze, he forgot to undo his belt – the remnants of that indecision lay torn underneath his belly.
His paw shook as he finished the crust of his slice, his eyes darting downwards as Ryian kneeled down in front of him. Without a word, the foxdeer took Xav's gut into his own paws, one either side. It gave a deep and guttural groan of contentment as another shuddery belch rose up the gorged foxes throat. His cheeks flushed brighter than they already were as he felt those soft, gentle paws tease the overfed flesh of his gut. A shaky moan, another tender squeeze and just a little push inwards to coax another burp from the shivering vulpine. It didn’t take much to set the fox off – he would do anything to free up some room in his packed paunch.
Out of the blue, a shuddery half-yelp half-belch shook through the room. It was out of the blue for Xav, anywho - Ryian's snout made contact with the teasing opening of the fox’s navel and nudged it's way in a little as the foxdeers lips planted a kiss on the tightened skin of his boyfriends tummy. Cold and damp, it was a welcome relief for the fox who had previously taken to rubbing a pack of frozen peas over his skin for relief. Ryian was only met with whines when he pulled back, his lips curling into a smile as he realised his boyfriends need to go deeper.
“You get the full kiss when you finish the meal, pup.” Xav gulped. His belly quivered, the fur raised on the back of his neck as he realised his partner’s intentions. There wasn’t much room left – but he’d ensure everything made it’s way in if he could secure a kiss to the navel. That was a certainty.