The honeymoon begins, and Amicus is certainly enjoying himself- but then, as Emperor, who's going to tell him no? Enjoy, and check out the rest of Amicus' binge at Big Stories now!

Art by  Silver-Stag

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It had been a while since you had visited Khemia. After years of effort, the jackals of Khemia had finally secured an alliance with Adastra, and to show his appreciation— and to remind everyone this was actually his victory— Prince Neferu had made sure to throw a grand gala where some of the most powerful politicians in the Galaxias were invited and treated to lavish opulence. And for the first time, you were counted amongst them.

The jackal was as toned and muscular as ever, flaunting his body with his sleek, black fur and gold jewelry clinging to his sculpted body, and he was desperate as ever to win as many compliments as he could for it. While you tolerated Neferu's flirtatious antics, you only had eyes for Amicus. Shockingly, there was a lot more ground to cover than there used to be.

The Emperor was, naturally, hailed as the guest of honor and plied with every luxury and decadent morsel Khemia could offer— and much like their Prince, Khemians were not going to be the ones to tell their guests when to stop. It must have slipped your mind, or snuck up on you, but the weight Amicus had piled on from this first leg of your honeymoon tour was staggering to behold.

You weren't quite sure what had come over him; the wolf had never been svelte, but now his belly had ballooned into an enormous grey mass, a soft, round girth that pooled across the plush cushions that he was sprawled across. Every part of Amicus had become newly plush and round; you might generously describe him as prosperous or dignified, but you knew better— Amicus was getting fat. No, he was fat, and just getting fatter. There was still a thick mass of muscle, giving his body a mostly firm shape still— but it was all buried under hefty layers of extra padding.

"Dear heart, is something wrong?"

"Hm?" You realized you had been staring at Amicus' belly for a noticeably long time. "Oh! I— I'm sorry, I was far away."

The wolf grinned, draping that thick arm over your shoulders, and then pulling you against his shockingly plush, warm side. "Don't wander too far— we've still got a whole quadrant to get through." He leaned forward, kissing you on the forehead— then nearly dropped out of the lounge as he jerked up, causing a fair amount of his belly sloshing. "Oh! Look, they're finally bringing out dessert!"