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This story is a bday gift for my close bud 
Zilo2001, who's been a fan of my stories for some time.
Thumbnail can be found here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62979457/
CW: Rapid Weight Gain
Hope you all enjoy!! ❤
“Alright, lads! The 20k sub raffle is here! I've got a metric fuck-ton ‘a names in this here tub beside me I'm going to draw one name from it. Whoever gets picked is gonna come have a day with ‘mwah. Now, let's see.”
A shortstack panda watched his computer screen in his room attentively as the utterly massive canine streamer dug his paw into a toat box full of little slips of paper.
“*huff* aaannnndd…”, the wulver on screen finally fished a slip out and had a look at it, “...zilpan63 is our winner! I'll be seeing you tomorrow.~ Anyways, it's time for another episode of random horror indie games, tonight I've got-”. The sounds from the monitor were drowned out by the panda shooting up and whisper-yelling “YES!”. The panda stood by his computer for a bit, deep in thought. He really was going to meet one of his favorite streamers in person, The Lowly Wulver! The *ding* of a microwave cut off his train of thought as he had nearly forgotten he had four boxes of hot pockets heated up, so he went, got them, and tucked into the doughy, pepperoni pastries as he watched on. He could not wait until morning.
However, morning did come. The ursine slowly wrestled himself out of bed, put on his glasses and looked at his phone. First notification was from a trading app that said “Zilo, a vendor is offering a discount on a watched item!” followed by a picture of a plushie he really wanted. But this was a normal thing, the notification under that was a direct message from the app he watches streamer on, from The Lowly Wulver; “You up?”. Zilo was now more awake, happy that the drawing last night was legit. He proceeded to text the wolf back.
zilpan63: Literally just
The Lowly Wulver: Was thinkin we meet up some place to eat, ur pick
zilpan63: There's this place that does cheesecake and pizza that I love. Also really good tuna melts too, know you love those. Leslie's Café
The Lowly Wulver: Bet
The Lowly Wulver: Do they have more private areas in there?
zilpan63: Think so
The Lowly Wulver: I'll get us a res somewhere round noon, will let u know~
Zilo's excitement was renewed from yesterday as he got up and looked out into the busy cityscape from his apartment window. He marveled all the tall, wide figures moving about the sidewalks. As appealing as being tall like them was, being shorter allowed him to appreciate their size much more. He didn't have much more time to get ready though, he had slept in until 10:30 am and had to get ready for the day. Another thought then crossed his mind. Zilo texted the wolf again.
zilpan63: Do I need to dress up?
The Lowly Wulver: nah, dress how u want. Also res is confirmed, 12:15. C u then
That solved his question. Time to clean himself up. Zilo got in the shower and washed himself with the best smelling fur shampoo he had, cleaned his beard up some, combed his fur, and put his nose and ear piercings in. He was going to wear his usual pink tank top with his gray sweat shorts. The top was a little snug than he remembered but he could get more, they go up to 100XL afterall. The panda spent the remainder of his time on the TV and munching lightly, before the time came along.
He locked up his apartment and started down his building's staircase, since the elevator was put out of order by his kitsune neighbor last week. Leslie's Café was just a few buildings and a street away from where he lived, a very lucky arrangement for him, especially if the wolf he was meeting wanted to visit afterwards. He definitely knew The Lowly Wulver was massive judging by his face, how massive he didn't actually know. Zilo pondered if the stairs would be an issue. Potential situations clouded Zilo's mind as he got out on the sidewalk, nearly bumping into a giraffe lady sauntering by. Midday sun beat down on Zilo's body, his natural shades stopping him from being blinded. He then began weaving around the slower, behemoth-like other folk on the sidewalk, meeting one or two people who were closer to his size along the way.
He made it to Leslie's, the restaurant looked very casual, similar to a lot of chain restaurants in the U.S, but with a bunch lighter color woods. Zilo went up to a host, a chunky lizard man in a button-up with a branded apron over it. The bear didn't exactly know what name would be on reservation, saying to the host that it was a case of two people meeting online, to which the lizard said that they only had one outstanding reservation for two people. The host didn't question him further and guided Zilo to a more secluded area, to a spot with an oddly shaped table. The table was shaped like a crescent moon and it was situated in the middle of a circular booth. Zilo sat in one corner of the booth, lightly kicking one of the legs of the table. He noticed the table shook a bit, so he pushed and the table turned a bit. It could rotate, so people can slip in the booth easier!
After the neat, little revelation, Zilo checked the time, 12:04 pm. Looking around, the only people in the same section of the restaurant where a group of three in a similar booth to his; an orange hippo, gnoll, and a rather titanic pig who took up the space in the crescent in their table were all sipping milkshakes and chatting on. Mobile games kept Zilo entertained until a very familiar voice made itself known. “You my lucky watcher?”, it said. The panda looked up and got a face-full of black, hairy belly.
The size of one of his favorite streamers was quite something to marvel at. He was comparable to the size of a minivan, except a few feet taller. He was also immobile, at least in his legs which were engulfed by circles of thigh blubber. He seemed to get around on a hoverchair, the four jets keeping him floating emanated a blue energy like some sort of tech from the Jetsons. The arms on him remained movable though, his forearms and biceps looking like the comfiest pillows. The Lowly Wulver was super hairy as he remembered, a face full of jet-black, haggard facial hair and long locks of regular hair, which contrasted well against his indigo fur. Even with the bright lighting in the Café, Zilo could still see his yellow eyes faintly glow. Two fangs poked out of his lower jaw, completing the calm smile he wore. Speaking of wear, the wolf looked like he just got out of bed, wearing moon-patterned pajamas and an ironic t-shirt with a tuxedo printed on it.
“I- I- yeah!”, Zilo stammered out. “Alright, let me squeeze in there then”, the wulver said as his hoverchair brought him towards the other side of the table. The Lowly Wulver rotated the table to where the crescent would be where he sat before his hoverchair lowered his humongous rear onto the seat. Even with a table having a special shape for larger furs, his belly pushed into and leaked a bit over it. The seat was also barely fitting his immensity, the wolf took up maybe three-quarters of it, his fluffy left lovehandle a mere few inches from Zilo. After the wolf got done heaving his mass into a comfortable position, he properly introduced himself.
“My real name is Lyall, how about you?”, the wolf asked. “Zilo. Uhm. There was actually something I wanted to ask. Are wulvers their own species?”, Zilo asked Lyall. “No. They're basically a type of werewolf, just known for being very nice and fishing a bunch. My dad most certainly was one”, Lyall elaborated. “It's kinda funny that werewolves and wolves are kinda distinct from one another, what is so different?”, Zilo asked again. “Honestly couldn't tell you. I mean, I know normal wolves don't have such a lovely underbite like mine”, the wolf reasoned, pointing at his fangs. “And…they're bigger?”, Zilo questioned yet again. Lyall laughed a bit. “Totally, but girth like this makes it difficult to tell,” the wolf exclaimed, proudly rubbing the top of his immense belly. “C- Can I touch?”, Zilo asked nervously. Lyall didn't even answer, he just sloshed his body to the side and pulled Zilo onto it. The panda instinctively rubbed the California-king-sized gut, earning some slow, happy panting from Lyall. After a bit of this, Lyall lurched forward to pull Zilo into a nice, gentle embrace.
The hugging lasted a minute before Lyall let Zilo slip down onto the seat. He patted the panda on the shoulder and said, “Nice to meet you, little lad. Let me get us some good stuffs!” Zilo and Lyall ordered. The canine blob went for multiple things on the menu: 4 appetizer samplers, 5 orders of different fish filet meals, 5 orders of crab cakes, and an entire pot of potato soup. The panda went for two things: 2 extra-large veggie pizzas and a few slices of cheesecake. Leslie's had a digital ordering system to which Lyall did it all. Whilst waiting on the order, the two furs conversed about different games. The Lowly Wulver mainly did horror games but also dabbled in a bit of everything else, which was the content Zilo preferred. Talking about games turned to other topics, like how Zilo was actively trying to gain weight, but really wanted a feeder. Lyall took note of this as he felt his moob buzz. He reached under his mammary to a small, nylon bag and pulled out his cell phone, squinting at the screen.
“Pardon me, streamer bud of mine texting”, Lyall said. “Is it Burr?”, Zilo immediately piped up. “Bigboiburr? Oh yes. He sends me little collab ideas he thinks of randomly, wish I could do all of them but I do have a schedule”, Lyall said longingly. A new query nagged Zilo's brain right then. “Can we go see him after this?”, he nervously asked. “Oh heh, I totally did think about this before the raffle thingie, buuuuut I'd say he's caught up right now”, Lyall explained while pulling up a streaming app on his phone and handing it to the panda. On screen was a titanically huge black bear, even larger than Lyall, chomping huge bites out of donuts impaled on sticks like kebabs. “Hahh, gain-stream, makes sense”, Zilo reasoned as Lyall's phone was handed back. Food came swiftly then, every plate was piled and scattered on Lyall's side of the table, leaving only a little piece of it for Zilo's pizza and cheesecake platter to hang onto. Even for a man of his immaculate size, Lyall was a delicate eater, not grasping at clumps of stuff and slurping it all down noisily like other fatfur Zilo has seen. However, he was still a fast eater, merely compensating for how much food he had to get through. Lyall's middle gurgled subtly in relief upon its emptiness being filled. Zilo was very hungry too, so he dug into the confections quickly as well.
When the gorging was all inhaled and done, Zilo's belly ached a new one and poked a bit from under his tank top. Lyall patted his fat and dabbed a napkin on his maw, unburdened by all the grub in his gut. He looked over and down to the panda, who slouched in the seat and ached. “Time to return the favor, lad”, Lyall whispered to Zilo and picked him up again. The werewolf rubbed the panda's middle in a circular motion, making the smaller fellow belch out in relief. “Hoouugghh, I could lay like this forever”, Zilo cooed. Lyall chuckled once again, “Why don't you take a little nappy, lad? I'll take you to my place.”
Zilo coiled up in Lyall's fur as he was told. Next time he groggily opened his eyes, he was in an entirely new room, one he was partially familiar with. He wiped his eyes and immediately noted the woody walls that were always in the background of Lyall's streams. Evidently, it was a bedroom, with dressers standing on one side, classic horror game posters strewn about the walls, and a few elegant lamps that provided a soft lighting. Zilo still laid in the vast belly fluff of Lyall, who was now shirtless and click-clacking away on a wireless keyboard and mouse positioned on the flat bridge between his moobs. The TV across the room was where his personal computer was. It took a little looking but Zilo found where the camera and microphone was that records his streams, they were mounted on the ceiling where Lyall could reasonably reach and move them about. “There's sleeping beauty”, Lyall said as he coyly side-eyed Zilo. “I'm really sorry for passing out on you! I-”, Zilo pleaded but was silenced by a plump, clawed finger.
“No need, the best binges always end with a little nap!”, Lyall replied, easing the bear’s worry, “Although, I was hoping it would've done more for your figure.” Lyall laid his paw on Zilo's gut, which protruded more under his tank top and made it ride up his torso a bit. The paw gripped the belly like how one would hold a tennis ball. Zilo blushed heavily and Lyall gave his belly a squeeze. After that, Lyall dragged the panda up his body to then squish him against a cheek. “Want to make it bigger? LOTS bigger?”, the wolf asked. Zilo was a bit hesitant, mainly because he didn't want to break anything in the room. “Y- yeah! Are you sure?”, Zilo questioned. Lyall set his keyboard and mouse away and pulled out a remote. With a press of a button, two hoses sprung out of the walls on their sides. “I've got two tanks filled with pre-workout shake, for…special occasions like these. And yes, of course, anything for an aspiring gainer lad”, Lyall explained as he passed one hose to Zilo.
The wulver began to adjust himself, trying to scoot his massive body forward a bit, deep sloshing noises could be heard. Zilo could only imagine that this is what an earthquake is like, sitting upon waves of jiggling flesh. A paw pushed him down in inches of canine before he felt the whole being beneath him shift. Next thing he knew, Lyall was laying on top of him, nestled in between his moobs, very cozy. ‘Well, if he is going through with this, I shouldn't worry’, Zilo thought. Lyall stuffed the hose in Zilo's maw and a steady flow of warm, chocolate milk-tasting liquid ran in through it. “I'll let you get a head start~”, Lyall cooed.
The shake was smooth and rich, just the mere aroma was intoxicating to sniff. The panda leaned into the red bed he was pinned atop of and rubbed and pawed at all the wulver blubber in reach. Zilo drank and drank, struggling not to fall asleep again from how comfy of a situation he's been put in. His body started to feel more comfy too, it was only when Zilo really looked down when he could tell he was gaining girth quickly, he could see his neck birthmark spreading outward with some rolls of pudge. His fingers were now thick, his palms starting to look nice enough to lay one's head on. He did eventually feel the rolls adorning the rest of him grow because it was all pressing up into Lyall's body. Even at the size he was now, he was still smaller than the wulver.
“Headstart is over! Time to properly tuck you in~”, Lyall said as he started to drink from his own hose. It wasn't even a few minutes before Lyall's already huge visage began to puff up. The panda knew he was immobile at this point, he could kick his feet around and feel the thigh fat engulfing them. This sensation would soon be null as Lyall's hide covered them back up, only letting Zilo feel more soft, downy pelt. Zilo wished he could reach past his arm's folds and touch the wulver's cheeks as drooped down and squished his own like inflating water balloons.
Soon, all Zilo could see were his own cheeks, chins, the glow of Lyall's eyes, and a void of titanically blobby wulver. The gurgling of their bodies became muted, as seemingly all open air in the room was filled with fur and fat. They both huffed and groaned between gulps before they eventually and near-simultaneously let the hoses slip from their maws.
What proceeded was a like beam struggle, but with belching. Both anthros burped for a solid half minute before they let their forms relax. “Mmnnff, sho woarm in here”, the panda slurred, his cheeks obstructing his face. “Hoouuagghh ermmff…an’ shooft”, Lyall replied, hot and bothered. Lyall pushed his head forward, the bridges of his and Zilo's snouts pressed. “Schnuggle?”, the panda asked. The wolf nodded, his fat shook lazily with the gesture. With that they leaned into each, rubbing snouts against one another and into the many neckfolds they each had. A comfy conclusion to a wonderful raffle.
Zilo2001, who's been a fan of my stories for some time.Thumbnail can be found here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/62979457/
CW: Rapid Weight Gain
Hope you all enjoy!! ❤
“Alright, lads! The 20k sub raffle is here! I've got a metric fuck-ton ‘a names in this here tub beside me I'm going to draw one name from it. Whoever gets picked is gonna come have a day with ‘mwah. Now, let's see.”
A shortstack panda watched his computer screen in his room attentively as the utterly massive canine streamer dug his paw into a toat box full of little slips of paper.
“*huff* aaannnndd…”, the wulver on screen finally fished a slip out and had a look at it, “...zilpan63 is our winner! I'll be seeing you tomorrow.~ Anyways, it's time for another episode of random horror indie games, tonight I've got-”. The sounds from the monitor were drowned out by the panda shooting up and whisper-yelling “YES!”. The panda stood by his computer for a bit, deep in thought. He really was going to meet one of his favorite streamers in person, The Lowly Wulver! The *ding* of a microwave cut off his train of thought as he had nearly forgotten he had four boxes of hot pockets heated up, so he went, got them, and tucked into the doughy, pepperoni pastries as he watched on. He could not wait until morning.
However, morning did come. The ursine slowly wrestled himself out of bed, put on his glasses and looked at his phone. First notification was from a trading app that said “Zilo, a vendor is offering a discount on a watched item!” followed by a picture of a plushie he really wanted. But this was a normal thing, the notification under that was a direct message from the app he watches streamer on, from The Lowly Wulver; “You up?”. Zilo was now more awake, happy that the drawing last night was legit. He proceeded to text the wolf back.
zilpan63: Literally just
The Lowly Wulver: Was thinkin we meet up some place to eat, ur pick
zilpan63: There's this place that does cheesecake and pizza that I love. Also really good tuna melts too, know you love those. Leslie's Café
The Lowly Wulver: Bet
The Lowly Wulver: Do they have more private areas in there?
zilpan63: Think so
The Lowly Wulver: I'll get us a res somewhere round noon, will let u know~
Zilo's excitement was renewed from yesterday as he got up and looked out into the busy cityscape from his apartment window. He marveled all the tall, wide figures moving about the sidewalks. As appealing as being tall like them was, being shorter allowed him to appreciate their size much more. He didn't have much more time to get ready though, he had slept in until 10:30 am and had to get ready for the day. Another thought then crossed his mind. Zilo texted the wolf again.
zilpan63: Do I need to dress up?
The Lowly Wulver: nah, dress how u want. Also res is confirmed, 12:15. C u then
That solved his question. Time to clean himself up. Zilo got in the shower and washed himself with the best smelling fur shampoo he had, cleaned his beard up some, combed his fur, and put his nose and ear piercings in. He was going to wear his usual pink tank top with his gray sweat shorts. The top was a little snug than he remembered but he could get more, they go up to 100XL afterall. The panda spent the remainder of his time on the TV and munching lightly, before the time came along.
He locked up his apartment and started down his building's staircase, since the elevator was put out of order by his kitsune neighbor last week. Leslie's Café was just a few buildings and a street away from where he lived, a very lucky arrangement for him, especially if the wolf he was meeting wanted to visit afterwards. He definitely knew The Lowly Wulver was massive judging by his face, how massive he didn't actually know. Zilo pondered if the stairs would be an issue. Potential situations clouded Zilo's mind as he got out on the sidewalk, nearly bumping into a giraffe lady sauntering by. Midday sun beat down on Zilo's body, his natural shades stopping him from being blinded. He then began weaving around the slower, behemoth-like other folk on the sidewalk, meeting one or two people who were closer to his size along the way.
He made it to Leslie's, the restaurant looked very casual, similar to a lot of chain restaurants in the U.S, but with a bunch lighter color woods. Zilo went up to a host, a chunky lizard man in a button-up with a branded apron over it. The bear didn't exactly know what name would be on reservation, saying to the host that it was a case of two people meeting online, to which the lizard said that they only had one outstanding reservation for two people. The host didn't question him further and guided Zilo to a more secluded area, to a spot with an oddly shaped table. The table was shaped like a crescent moon and it was situated in the middle of a circular booth. Zilo sat in one corner of the booth, lightly kicking one of the legs of the table. He noticed the table shook a bit, so he pushed and the table turned a bit. It could rotate, so people can slip in the booth easier!
After the neat, little revelation, Zilo checked the time, 12:04 pm. Looking around, the only people in the same section of the restaurant where a group of three in a similar booth to his; an orange hippo, gnoll, and a rather titanic pig who took up the space in the crescent in their table were all sipping milkshakes and chatting on. Mobile games kept Zilo entertained until a very familiar voice made itself known. “You my lucky watcher?”, it said. The panda looked up and got a face-full of black, hairy belly.
The size of one of his favorite streamers was quite something to marvel at. He was comparable to the size of a minivan, except a few feet taller. He was also immobile, at least in his legs which were engulfed by circles of thigh blubber. He seemed to get around on a hoverchair, the four jets keeping him floating emanated a blue energy like some sort of tech from the Jetsons. The arms on him remained movable though, his forearms and biceps looking like the comfiest pillows. The Lowly Wulver was super hairy as he remembered, a face full of jet-black, haggard facial hair and long locks of regular hair, which contrasted well against his indigo fur. Even with the bright lighting in the Café, Zilo could still see his yellow eyes faintly glow. Two fangs poked out of his lower jaw, completing the calm smile he wore. Speaking of wear, the wolf looked like he just got out of bed, wearing moon-patterned pajamas and an ironic t-shirt with a tuxedo printed on it.
“I- I- yeah!”, Zilo stammered out. “Alright, let me squeeze in there then”, the wulver said as his hoverchair brought him towards the other side of the table. The Lowly Wulver rotated the table to where the crescent would be where he sat before his hoverchair lowered his humongous rear onto the seat. Even with a table having a special shape for larger furs, his belly pushed into and leaked a bit over it. The seat was also barely fitting his immensity, the wolf took up maybe three-quarters of it, his fluffy left lovehandle a mere few inches from Zilo. After the wolf got done heaving his mass into a comfortable position, he properly introduced himself.
“My real name is Lyall, how about you?”, the wolf asked. “Zilo. Uhm. There was actually something I wanted to ask. Are wulvers their own species?”, Zilo asked Lyall. “No. They're basically a type of werewolf, just known for being very nice and fishing a bunch. My dad most certainly was one”, Lyall elaborated. “It's kinda funny that werewolves and wolves are kinda distinct from one another, what is so different?”, Zilo asked again. “Honestly couldn't tell you. I mean, I know normal wolves don't have such a lovely underbite like mine”, the wolf reasoned, pointing at his fangs. “And…they're bigger?”, Zilo questioned yet again. Lyall laughed a bit. “Totally, but girth like this makes it difficult to tell,” the wolf exclaimed, proudly rubbing the top of his immense belly. “C- Can I touch?”, Zilo asked nervously. Lyall didn't even answer, he just sloshed his body to the side and pulled Zilo onto it. The panda instinctively rubbed the California-king-sized gut, earning some slow, happy panting from Lyall. After a bit of this, Lyall lurched forward to pull Zilo into a nice, gentle embrace.
The hugging lasted a minute before Lyall let Zilo slip down onto the seat. He patted the panda on the shoulder and said, “Nice to meet you, little lad. Let me get us some good stuffs!” Zilo and Lyall ordered. The canine blob went for multiple things on the menu: 4 appetizer samplers, 5 orders of different fish filet meals, 5 orders of crab cakes, and an entire pot of potato soup. The panda went for two things: 2 extra-large veggie pizzas and a few slices of cheesecake. Leslie's had a digital ordering system to which Lyall did it all. Whilst waiting on the order, the two furs conversed about different games. The Lowly Wulver mainly did horror games but also dabbled in a bit of everything else, which was the content Zilo preferred. Talking about games turned to other topics, like how Zilo was actively trying to gain weight, but really wanted a feeder. Lyall took note of this as he felt his moob buzz. He reached under his mammary to a small, nylon bag and pulled out his cell phone, squinting at the screen.
“Pardon me, streamer bud of mine texting”, Lyall said. “Is it Burr?”, Zilo immediately piped up. “Bigboiburr? Oh yes. He sends me little collab ideas he thinks of randomly, wish I could do all of them but I do have a schedule”, Lyall said longingly. A new query nagged Zilo's brain right then. “Can we go see him after this?”, he nervously asked. “Oh heh, I totally did think about this before the raffle thingie, buuuuut I'd say he's caught up right now”, Lyall explained while pulling up a streaming app on his phone and handing it to the panda. On screen was a titanically huge black bear, even larger than Lyall, chomping huge bites out of donuts impaled on sticks like kebabs. “Hahh, gain-stream, makes sense”, Zilo reasoned as Lyall's phone was handed back. Food came swiftly then, every plate was piled and scattered on Lyall's side of the table, leaving only a little piece of it for Zilo's pizza and cheesecake platter to hang onto. Even for a man of his immaculate size, Lyall was a delicate eater, not grasping at clumps of stuff and slurping it all down noisily like other fatfur Zilo has seen. However, he was still a fast eater, merely compensating for how much food he had to get through. Lyall's middle gurgled subtly in relief upon its emptiness being filled. Zilo was very hungry too, so he dug into the confections quickly as well.
When the gorging was all inhaled and done, Zilo's belly ached a new one and poked a bit from under his tank top. Lyall patted his fat and dabbed a napkin on his maw, unburdened by all the grub in his gut. He looked over and down to the panda, who slouched in the seat and ached. “Time to return the favor, lad”, Lyall whispered to Zilo and picked him up again. The werewolf rubbed the panda's middle in a circular motion, making the smaller fellow belch out in relief. “Hoouugghh, I could lay like this forever”, Zilo cooed. Lyall chuckled once again, “Why don't you take a little nappy, lad? I'll take you to my place.”
Zilo coiled up in Lyall's fur as he was told. Next time he groggily opened his eyes, he was in an entirely new room, one he was partially familiar with. He wiped his eyes and immediately noted the woody walls that were always in the background of Lyall's streams. Evidently, it was a bedroom, with dressers standing on one side, classic horror game posters strewn about the walls, and a few elegant lamps that provided a soft lighting. Zilo still laid in the vast belly fluff of Lyall, who was now shirtless and click-clacking away on a wireless keyboard and mouse positioned on the flat bridge between his moobs. The TV across the room was where his personal computer was. It took a little looking but Zilo found where the camera and microphone was that records his streams, they were mounted on the ceiling where Lyall could reasonably reach and move them about. “There's sleeping beauty”, Lyall said as he coyly side-eyed Zilo. “I'm really sorry for passing out on you! I-”, Zilo pleaded but was silenced by a plump, clawed finger.
“No need, the best binges always end with a little nap!”, Lyall replied, easing the bear’s worry, “Although, I was hoping it would've done more for your figure.” Lyall laid his paw on Zilo's gut, which protruded more under his tank top and made it ride up his torso a bit. The paw gripped the belly like how one would hold a tennis ball. Zilo blushed heavily and Lyall gave his belly a squeeze. After that, Lyall dragged the panda up his body to then squish him against a cheek. “Want to make it bigger? LOTS bigger?”, the wolf asked. Zilo was a bit hesitant, mainly because he didn't want to break anything in the room. “Y- yeah! Are you sure?”, Zilo questioned. Lyall set his keyboard and mouse away and pulled out a remote. With a press of a button, two hoses sprung out of the walls on their sides. “I've got two tanks filled with pre-workout shake, for…special occasions like these. And yes, of course, anything for an aspiring gainer lad”, Lyall explained as he passed one hose to Zilo.
The wulver began to adjust himself, trying to scoot his massive body forward a bit, deep sloshing noises could be heard. Zilo could only imagine that this is what an earthquake is like, sitting upon waves of jiggling flesh. A paw pushed him down in inches of canine before he felt the whole being beneath him shift. Next thing he knew, Lyall was laying on top of him, nestled in between his moobs, very cozy. ‘Well, if he is going through with this, I shouldn't worry’, Zilo thought. Lyall stuffed the hose in Zilo's maw and a steady flow of warm, chocolate milk-tasting liquid ran in through it. “I'll let you get a head start~”, Lyall cooed.
The shake was smooth and rich, just the mere aroma was intoxicating to sniff. The panda leaned into the red bed he was pinned atop of and rubbed and pawed at all the wulver blubber in reach. Zilo drank and drank, struggling not to fall asleep again from how comfy of a situation he's been put in. His body started to feel more comfy too, it was only when Zilo really looked down when he could tell he was gaining girth quickly, he could see his neck birthmark spreading outward with some rolls of pudge. His fingers were now thick, his palms starting to look nice enough to lay one's head on. He did eventually feel the rolls adorning the rest of him grow because it was all pressing up into Lyall's body. Even at the size he was now, he was still smaller than the wulver.
“Headstart is over! Time to properly tuck you in~”, Lyall said as he started to drink from his own hose. It wasn't even a few minutes before Lyall's already huge visage began to puff up. The panda knew he was immobile at this point, he could kick his feet around and feel the thigh fat engulfing them. This sensation would soon be null as Lyall's hide covered them back up, only letting Zilo feel more soft, downy pelt. Zilo wished he could reach past his arm's folds and touch the wulver's cheeks as drooped down and squished his own like inflating water balloons.
Soon, all Zilo could see were his own cheeks, chins, the glow of Lyall's eyes, and a void of titanically blobby wulver. The gurgling of their bodies became muted, as seemingly all open air in the room was filled with fur and fat. They both huffed and groaned between gulps before they eventually and near-simultaneously let the hoses slip from their maws.
What proceeded was a like beam struggle, but with belching. Both anthros burped for a solid half minute before they let their forms relax. “Mmnnff, sho woarm in here”, the panda slurred, his cheeks obstructing his face. “Hoouuagghh ermmff…an’ shooft”, Lyall replied, hot and bothered. Lyall pushed his head forward, the bridges of his and Zilo's snouts pressed. “Schnuggle?”, the panda asked. The wolf nodded, his fat shook lazily with the gesture. With that they leaned into each, rubbing snouts against one another and into the many neckfolds they each had. A comfy conclusion to a wonderful raffle.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 77px
File Size 112.7 kB
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