The lion purred with delight as Derrick rubbed the warm, moist washcloth against the prominent curve of Evan's belly.
"Feels good, big cat?" joked the dog. Evan said nothing in response, only smiling and closing his eyes as the dog continued the sponge bath. Derrick rubbed the cloth in ever widening circles around lion's gut, eliciting groans from Evan. The German Shepherd smirked seeing how much Evan was enjoying it.
What Evan didn't notice was the tent forming in his boxer shorts. Derrick's wide paws, warm and rubbing him down all over, was getting the lion aroused. It was only when the German Shepherd yanked down his shorts and gripped his hardened member with a soapy right paw that the lion noted his erection. He gasped and tried to sit up, only to have Derrick push him back down to the bed with his left paw. Writhing and wiggling, he squirmed and gasped with pleasure as the obese German Shepherd worked the lion's shaft up and down, teasing the tip with one paw while pinning Evan to the bed with the other. His moans deepened and his breathing shortened as the lion approached climax after what seemed like hours of stroking and rubbing. Letting out a roar, Evan's hips bucked as fluid sprayed across his bloated stomach and chest. Wave after orgasmic wave sailed through the lion. Strong spurts from his member grew weaker and weaker until Evan's juices were only dribbling out.
Weak and panting, the lion gazed down at the mess all over himself before silently looking up to the big dog.
"Don't worry. I'll clean you up..."
***
The next month for Evan was a cycle of gorging himself on takeaway several times a day, sleeping, and getting cleaned up by Derrick who always ensured that Evan had a happy ending to his baths. The lion rarely left bed except to hobble to the bathroom and back. But it wasn't like he wanted to go anywhere else. He was enjoying being a full and lazy cat.
Due to the thousands of calories he was consuming daily and the complete and total lack of exercise, Evan's weight ballooned. Easily putting on well over fifty pounds in the single month of being bedbound, the lion's entire body had softened up all over. Yet it was his gut that had soaked up most of the new weight. A ball of pudge that stuck out nearly a foot from his abdomen, the semi-permanently bloated stomach had transformed into a small mountain of lard that was slowly but surely taking over his lap and making it tougher for him to reach his nether regions.
This change wasn't lost on Derrick, who made belly rubs a central part of Evan's baths. The big dog would usually tease the lion about the new weight.
"No wonder you need me to get you off," Derrick said while patting his blimped up belly. "You must not be used to this being in the way!" Evan only blushed a deep red in response.
Evan sat in his bed, as usual, mindlessly watching television. A loud, deep grumble came from his belly. Checking his phone, he noticed that it was getting pretty late in the day. While someone had stopped by to deliver something ordered by Derrick for Evan to eat for breakfast, nobody had come by with anything since and the lion was getting hungry. He could text Derrick. Maybe something distracted him. Or, since Evan's leg was feeling a little better, he might be able to hobble into the kitchen. He remembered Derrick saying something about stocking up the lion's fridge a while back.
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