"I shan't deny it," Xax said, his face increasingly smooshed by his own face-bound fatness. His eyes, mouth, and muzzle looked laughably tiny against his facial lard, the meaty cheeks now squishing against his facial features as they seemed suddenly determined to meet. Seconds later saw the realization of his shoulders and arms growing fatty enough to press against his expansive face, rippling through his entire form. Foxx ceased his efforts to ascend the ever-deepening ravine that was Xax's cleavage and instead chose to just lean against his boobs, relaxing as Xax grew.

By this point, Xax literally filled the room. His buttocks, belly, and breasts were discernible from each other, but simultaneously mere parts of the greater whole that was the leaden lumb Xax was. His body crowded out the Ancient Temple set and pressed against the walls with greater and greater pressure as his size continued to enlarge. The press of his body against the set was only minutely relieved by the lone egress that his thigh was currently spilling into. As the drake's weight, mass, size, and fatness continued to increase, the walls of the set began to face a real test of their construction.

With a loud *CLANG* and a muffled *BOOM,* the set-piece failed this test and Xax's crimson and ivory body exploded forth, his many rolls and hills of flab sloshing as his blobby body spread out over the studio floor. Various lighting and sound equipment was knocked over and immediately consumed by the flowing flesh. Xax wriggled in glee as he felt his gut smother neighboring set-pieces and whole trailers, giggling when he imagined the scenario when the owners returned from their day off to see their property swallowed up in his impossible obesity. He giggled titillatingly as he felt various rods, slats, furniture, and cords get swallowed up by his deepening intergluteal cleft. He laughed loudly as he saw Foxx disappear between his cleavage and behind his many neck-rolls, a visible expression of delight on the vulpine's face.

Any conversation they would've carried was impossible by this point, the distance Foxx's voice would have to travel making it too difficult. So the vulpine simply reclined back, shaking a little as he felt his energy begin to reach empty. He didn't need to "recharge his batteries," so to speak, as he generated his own. While he certainly was capable of storing a ludicrous amount, his reserves were almost entirely drained by then.

Realizing he wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer, Foxx allowed himself a frown even as Xax's boobs finally enclosed around him. Sitting in the growing cleft of the drake's mammaries, Foxx let himself whine a little. He had been looking forward to making Xax outgrow the city, but hadn't realized the amount of electricity he stored wasn't quite up to the task.

Unable to sustain it further, Xax ceased the flow of energy with a grunt. Panting heavily, he felt Xax decelerate in growth before the gurgling glob came to a stop. His eyes fluttered, but he fought against his fatigue. Writhing one more time, Foxx began the trek through the supreme softness of all of Xax's fatty flab, grabbing pawfuls of lard-filled scales and pulling himself through. The very action of such intimate touch was enough to refresh Foxx's mood in mere moments, but he remained dour in terms of continuing Xax's growth.

Feeling the vulpine's ascent through his suddenly-not-growing body, Xax found himself slightly dispirited. But his grief immediately changed to concern as he noticed Foxx movements were slow and unenergized. Had his arms not been immobilized by their own weight, Xax would've clasped his claws to his mouth in realization: of course, Foxx was low on energy! How could he be so inconsiderate to not allow the vulpine a break!?

As Foxx's azure head popped free from Xax's cleavage, the drake began to form an apology. Unbeknownst to him, the vulpine was doing much the same. So it was a confusing meeting when Foxx finally arrived to Xax's face after plodding through the lardaceous landscape of the drake's body:

"Xax, I'm sorr-"
"Foxx, I just want to-"

They both cut off and perked up, looking to one another as they realized simultaneously what had just occurred.

"Oh, no need to-"
"You're not at-"

Again, they stopped, goofy smiles spreading on their faces. Foxx began chuckling first, followed by Xax, whose laughter shot ripples surging through his mass. The waves rocked the vulpine, knocking him to his tail as the duo continued to laugh uproariously at the incident they had just participated in. Xax's mountainous mammaries heaved to and fro, his colossal gut quaking like a macro-sized bowl of jello, and his behemoth booty pendulously swaying. Foxx, remaining thin, could only curl up as his laughter strengthened as well. The duo was far too tickled, in combination with their fatigue, to really care if they were laughing too much.

But eventually their laughter died down, one last mirthful sigh coming from the duo as they looked back towards each other with silly grins.

"Forgiven?" said Xax.
"Forgiven," agreed Foxx, who stood and began marching amongst the hyper-softened landscape closer to Xax's flabby cheeks.

Foxx leaned against it with a comforted sigh, splaying his digits across the blobby surface of Xax's face. Xax, in turn, wriggled in ticklish delight at his touch. An idea spawned as Xax flubbered his body about, feeling his immensely bloated tail sloshing. He could feel the electric plug on the tip of his prolate tail's jiggling mass.

"Hey... Foxx-dear," said Xax.
"Hmmm? Yes, hon?" Foxx said.

He knew he could do it, Xax could feel an outlet in tail's-reach of even his fatty appendage.

Turning his near-amorphous head towards Foxx slightly, Xax allowed himself to grin cheekily and winked at the vulpine.

"Wanna see me drain the city's power grid?"

The mischievous grin on the vulpine's face was all the affirmation he needed as he glacially snaked his tail towards the power socket. As he plugged in and felt more power course into his body and fill him out, Xax made the mental note to have more "meet the star" contests like this, especially if such a swell time would result for all.

As his body continued rising fatter once more, Xax also realized they had forgotten about Illi. A momentary search and Xax found her. Or rather, felt her plastered underneath his gut. And if the subtle vibrations in that area were anything to go by, the Kadabra was definitely enjoying herself.

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This is a collab/trade that  TheCaptainFoxx and I did, where he drew three pictures of Xax getting more blobbish and I colored them as well as wrote the story that inspired it.