Another effort to write something that's just fat fur in general, this time focusing on a character who's already (and willingly) immobile! There's a good chance I'll expand upon this theme later, as I got a couple other ideas while writing it.

August is teased about his recent gains by his immobile boyfriend, Rho...

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Immobile Zebra Boyfriend
By: Indi

As August dug for his keys, the gray lion noticed for the first time that day just how tightly his shirt seemed to cling to his small belly. He was far from huge, though. Only a bit chubby—about a hundred and seventy pounds last he’d checked. Of course the vast majority of his wardrobe had been bought when he was closer to a rather lean hundred and thirty.

It was a surprise how much he’d gained in a year, and not purposely, either. August certainly had been snacking more, and wasn’t as active as he’d been in the past. He rarely found time for skateboarding, and had skipped his annual trips to the slopes entirely. Not to mention the fact he’d been eating larger and larger portions.

The lion didn’t quite know how to feel about the gains yet. His boyfriend Rho didn’t even try to hide his personal delight in them, but that was to be expected.

August finally felt the jingling keys in his pocket and opened the front door.

“Welcome home Aug! Hope work was alright today.”

“There was a lot of busy work but nothing actually hard,” August said as he dropped his bag by the door. “How about you?”

“Uneventful, thankfully! Not too many calls.”

“Always good to hear.”

August strolled into the living room and smiled. Taking up a sizable portion of the room was an absolutely massive orange-striped zebra. Rho was round and much wider than he was tall. His belly and moobs dominated his blubbery form. His neck was invisible, buried under a cheerful, doughy face with big cheeks and multiple chins. His arms rested upon the mass of his middle, so fat they could barely move. The zebra’s body faintly jiggled with every breath.

To say Rho was immobile would be a vast understatement.

There’d been a time when Rho was merely plump, well below three hundred pounds. He’d always had a desire to grow fatter, and meeting August had given him the encouragement to actually try.

Early on his goals had been relatively small. He’d break three hundred at the very least, and from there see if he wanted to aim even bigger. August teased him about four hundred, even five hundred pounds, but he never expected the zebra to genuinely aim so high. It was just a silly fantasy.

But once Rho passed the three hundred pound point his gains didn’t slow. If anything they sped up. He was always challenging himself to eat more and more at every meal, to eat more meals in general. From August’s perspective his boyfriend seemed to be perpetually eating something.

It was an experience both took great pleasure in.

As time went on Rho got fatter and fatter and fatter. Goals shifted ever upward. Just another twenty pounds. Just another fifty. Another one hundred. Wardrobes were outgrown then doorways, then beds.

August could remember the point when Rho had only just barely still been mobile. The huge zebra’s belly would jiggle at even the slightest hint of movement, and he moved at a rather sluggish waddle. That never seemed to bother him, though. He’d joke about how nice it was to never have to be in a rush anymore.

Rho had broken his fair share of chairs by then—and the couch. Going out was too inconvenient, and he’d managed to shift to a stay-at-home position at work. Immobility felt like an inevitability. Still, August convinced himself that Rho would stop, that he’d be content with his considerable, delightful heft and retain the little mobility he had left.

Then the morning after a particularly excessive birthday of endless feasting, Rho cheerfully admitted he couldn’t stand up.

It’d been, quite literally, a massive milestone for the zebra. From then on Rho made the living room his home, surrounded by comfortable pillows and cushions. They had no real way to track his weight, but numbers became meaningless for someone so enormous. For a while August would measure Rho’s circumference, but that too became difficult once the zebra grew round enough.

“Daydreaming again, Aug?” Rho asked.

“Oh just reminiscing.” August embraced as much of his boyfriend as he could, sinking slightly into the zebra’s doughy middle. It was softer than any pillow, and oh-so warm on a cool day. He was unashamed to admit he’d fallen asleep on it often before. “I swear you’re still getting softer every day.”

“And so are you~” Rho teased. “Don’t think I didn’t see that little bit of gut peeking out from under your shirt!”

August blushed, and briefly buried his face in Rho’s belly to hide the fact. “It’s nothing, really! I’m sure my weight’s just fluctuating some.”

“Sure. I said the same thing when I started getting chunky in college, and we both know how that turned out.”

“I don’t think there’s enough room in this place for two blobs!” August insisted. His blushing hadn’t gone away, and Rho couldn’t help but notice.

“Just imagine it, Aug. Steadily getting rounder and rounder, unable to resist the demands of that growing appetite. You swear you’ll start exercising any day now to balance things out but instead you just double up on dessert.” Gesturing wasn’t really possible at his size, but Rho’s tone added more to the story than actions ever could. “Everything seems to be shrinking—chairs, doorways, elevators, hallways.”

August’s face was deep red. He was imagining it, in excessive detail. He could see his belly becoming a wobbly ball, feel his rump having to squeeze into chairs. Clothes getting tight. It was far more appealing than he wanted to admit, and he tried his best to shrug it off as a silly fantasy. Even as the ideal result sat before him, teasing.

“Oh you’d get used to it, trust me. Knowing how to avoid knocking everyone over with your gut. Heading out a bit earlier than usual so you don’t tire out during the walk. For a few hundred pounds there’s not much of a difference, really. Until one day you struggle to get out of bed—really struggle.” The look on Rho’s face was one of euphoria, not regret. “That’s when you know you’ll have to make the big decision. To keep embracing your gluttony and growth—or to stay mobile. And you won’t have time to doddle, either. Putting it off even a few days could be enough for your weight to casually pass the tipping point. Then you’ll have to get used to the sedentary life whether you like it or not.”

August was biting his lip. Having seen that progression in Rho he could imagine it with perfect clarity. The thought made him nervous and delighted all at once. If he were put in such a position at that very moment he wouldn’t be able to decide. Which meant he’d end up immobile. Little chance of going back, just getting fatter and fatter. Being denied the choice was almost...almost exciting.

Rho could see the wheels turning in August’s head, and knew his work was done. At least for the moment. “But as you said, the extra weight’s just temporary. It’ll be gone in a few months.”

“Y-Yes!” August practically blurted out, afraid to show even a hint of indecisiveness. “In fact, I’ll just have to make sure you eat even more tonight so that our fridges get properly cleared out and I’m not tempted!”

Before Rho could respond August hurried off. In his absence the zebra nearly burst into laughter. Seeing his boyfriend get massive would be a wonderful treat, and with each passing day he was certain such a thing was inevitable. August was a sucker for temptation, easily swayed by a few words here and there. Ridding him of the last few concerns he had about gaining wouldn’t be difficult.

Even without Rho’s nudging it’d have likely happened eventually. He was just speeding up the process a little.

Rho had already planted the seeds of immobility in the minds of a few other friends. In time there’d be more blobs like him, more who’d happily given up their mobility for the joys of ridiculous heft. He couldn’t wait...