Troy belched out loud. The vixen walked by her boyfriend, reaching down and giving him a pat on his gigantic belly. "Had enough, babe?" she asked. The red fox nodded. Emily kissed him on his pudgy cheek before grabbing his empty plate. "You good too, Evan?"
The lion nodded, lazily rubbing a paw on his overstuffed belly. "Yeah. God, that was good!"
"Thank you!" the vixen replied, grabbing his empty plate as well. "Just wait until dessert!" She wandered off towards the kitchen. Evan caught a glimpse of her rump, straining the fabric of her shorts as her cheeks bounced up and down.
The red fox belched again before giving his own gut a pat. "Hell of a cook, huh?" asked Troy. Emily's boyfriend was easily four times the size of Evan. The obese fox would have looked out of place anyplace else beside Port Zaftig where it seemed like most furs were several hundred pounds overweight. But Troy and his medicine ball sized belly fit right in, though it didn't find in the black shirt he was wearing which had rode up several inches since dinner. This didn't surprise Evan much; the red fox had eaten enough food that would have lasted the lion several days.
"Oh yeah, hell of a cook," Evan replied, his paw still caressing his swollen belly. "Need a girl like that in my life. How did you two meet?"
"Uh, internet," Troy said back.
"Lucky guy."
"I know, right? Great in the kitchen...great in the bedroom..." The obese fox said, though he muttered the last part as to not be heard by Emily in the kitchen. "I saw you checking her out. Jealous much?" Troy gave Evan a wink. The lion certainly was a bit envious of the fox. The vixen, while a bit chubby, was curvy in all the right places and had a cute face to match. Somehow, the blobby fox had landed a girl like Emily. Evan wasn't sure why. While Troy was conventionally handsome, he was nearly a quarter ton. Evan not only felt he had a better body than the red fox, but a body that could do more to please a girl. The lion's mind boggled at the mechanics of love-making with a fur as big as Troy. How, after all, could he please a girl when Troy probably couldn't even reach his own junk.
"Whatach boys talking about?" asked Emily as she walked back into the living room, carrying two plates with a thick slab of chocolate cake.
"Girls," Troy said, taking a slice of cake from Emily.
"Oh? Are you seeing anyone, Evan?" she asked, handing him a plate.
"Nah. Single for now, but..."
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