
For what seemed like an eternity, but was only dozens of minutes, Koar lay pinned to his back, his friend proudly leaning over him while several thousand calories were shoveled down his throat. In his food-driven stupor, Koar was unaware of the dire state of his clothes, his freshly bloated and bulked body straining the seams of the fabric more every minute. his sweater and shirt rode the great curve of his belly, buttons flew free and threads tore as the last of the ham passed his lips and added to the growing boulder in his stomach. The jackal was sure he would explode if another ounce of food were fed to him, and it was with great relief and shock when Kazan stood up, relieving the wolf's own gargantuan bulk from the monumental pressure on his stretched belly.
Kazan, on his part, was quite proud of his work, even more proud of his previously stick-thin friend for eating every last dish he had prepared. There was something missing however, and the pile of pie tins at his ankles were proof that it wasn't simply dessert. Leaving the jackal to groan and wobble around uselessly, Kazan went to explore the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and fridge for what the last piece would be. In his day-long endeavour to cook the ultimate meal, he had nearly nothing left to finish off his friend's meal right. That is, until the plastic jug in the back of his fridge caught his eye. Paw reaching inside eagerly, an idea sparked in the back of his mind.
A brief minute of exploring provided the tools he needed and he marched back to his incapacitated friend, eager to end the meal -no, feast- with a bang. Adding his own bulk back onto the jackal's strained middle, there was virtually no resistance from Koar as a tube was placed inside his muzzle. The wolf didn't even need to clamp those jaws shut as he watched Koar mindlessly suck on the end of the tube, a sure sign he was too lost to realize the bulk of his feeding was over. Nestling his elbows comfortably into the jackal's distended middle, Kazan tore off the cap to the gallon of cream, extra heavy and extra calorie rich, pouring it's contents into the funnel he held in his paws. A smug grin crossed his face, beaming down at his friend as Koar continued to suck and swallow. Given the circumstances, Kazan would call this holiday a success.
He couldn't wait to do this again next year.
And so we come to the end of our feast, every plate scraped clean and every morsel devoured.
seems awfully smug having stuffed his friend to be even bigger than himself. Job well done, Kaz! Fantastic piece from
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Kazan, on his part, was quite proud of his work, even more proud of his previously stick-thin friend for eating every last dish he had prepared. There was something missing however, and the pile of pie tins at his ankles were proof that it wasn't simply dessert. Leaving the jackal to groan and wobble around uselessly, Kazan went to explore the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and fridge for what the last piece would be. In his day-long endeavour to cook the ultimate meal, he had nearly nothing left to finish off his friend's meal right. That is, until the plastic jug in the back of his fridge caught his eye. Paw reaching inside eagerly, an idea sparked in the back of his mind.
A brief minute of exploring provided the tools he needed and he marched back to his incapacitated friend, eager to end the meal -no, feast- with a bang. Adding his own bulk back onto the jackal's strained middle, there was virtually no resistance from Koar as a tube was placed inside his muzzle. The wolf didn't even need to clamp those jaws shut as he watched Koar mindlessly suck on the end of the tube, a sure sign he was too lost to realize the bulk of his feeding was over. Nestling his elbows comfortably into the jackal's distended middle, Kazan tore off the cap to the gallon of cream, extra heavy and extra calorie rich, pouring it's contents into the funnel he held in his paws. A smug grin crossed his face, beaming down at his friend as Koar continued to suck and swallow. Given the circumstances, Kazan would call this holiday a success.
He couldn't wait to do this again next year.
And so we come to the end of our feast, every plate scraped clean and every morsel devoured.


Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Jackal
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