This choice: "...I got my eye on a particular girl." • Go Back... Through the windows of his living rooms, Evan watched as Troy waddled out of the front doors of the building and towards his car. The business casual clothes his worn clung tightly to each roll of his flabby body. As the red fox rested his massive body onto the driver's seat, the vehicle dipped down noticably. And the obese red fox was gone moments later.
The lion stood watch in case Troy came back. In his head, Evan went over the plan again.
"Sweatpants? Check. Condoms? Check. No underwear? Double check."
He quickly made his way down towards the apartment Troy and Emily shared. The lion's cock was half-erect just at the thought of getting some action and formed a noticable bludge. Evan didn't fix it. If Emily saw, it would mean less explaining he would have to do.
The whirring of a vacuum cleaner could be heard as Evan knocked on the door several times. The lion heard the mechanical noise stood and the sound of heavy footsteps making their way towards the door. The vixen quickly swung the door open. She was wearing a frumpy getup. Clearly, Emily wasn't expecting company.
"Oh, hi Evan!" she said as she tried fixing her fur up a bit. "Uh, we're you looking for Troy? He just left for work a second ago an-"
"Nops," Evan said as he confidently strode past the chunky vixen into the apartment. He leaned an arm against the back of the couch. "I'm actually here to see you..."
"Oh, you are?" Emily asked as she shut the apartment door. "Okay, uh, what's up?"
Evan smirked a little. "No, what's up with you?" he replied. "I barely seem to know you! I practically spent all day yesterday talking with Troy while you were slaving away in the kitchen!"
The vixen was a little surprised. "Oh, well, I've just been cleaning our place since it-"
Evan cut her off again. "Doesn't Troy help clean at all?"
She shook her head. "No, no. I take care of it since Troy is a bit too big to do it himself. He mostly..." Emily gestured towards the sunken cushions of the couch where it was obvious Troy always parked himself.
"Hmm. I bet you do a lot for him. Does he do a lot for you?"
"I mean, he pays for the apartment, the bills, the food, th-"
Evan cut her off once more. "What's it like having a boyfriend as big as Troy?"
Emily perked up. "Oh, I love my big foxy boy! He's so sweet and kind an-"
"I was talking about in the bedroom..."
The vixen started to stammer. "E-evan...that's private...stuff..."
He chuckled. "What can I say? I'm a curious cat! The mechanics of it all must be so...difficult..."
The vixen shifted around uncomfortably. "It's...hard, yes...I have to do most of the work..."
"But he returns the favor, yes?"
Emily looked towards the ground. She said nothing.
'Oh, oh poor girl...that's such a shame..." Evan shifted his position. His hips now stuck out slightly and the outline of his erection was now obvious. He caught Emily glancing at it for a moment.
"Evan, what are you up to..."
The lion sauntered up to the chubby vixen. He place a paw on her chubby hip. "I just wanna make you felt good..." he growled, grabby a pawful of her rear with his other paw. Emily bit her lip slightly.
"It has been a while..." she moaned, wrapping her arms around Evan's slender waist.
***
Nothing made Evan hungrier than an afternoon of lovemaking. The naked lion wandered through Emily's kitchen looking for something to sate his appetite. Peaking into the fridge, he saw that it was loaded with food yet none of it was particularly appealing to him.
His stomach growled as he shut the fridge door. Looking around the kitchen, the lion spotted a small platter with a half dozen enormous vanilla cupcakes, each twice the size of one of his paws. Licking his lips, Evan made his way over and grabbed one, quickly devouring it.
Eventually, Emily made hear way into the kitchen. Naked as well, her heavy chest swung slightly as she moved. "Evan, did you find anything to..." The color drained from her face as she saw the lion bit into a third cupcakes.
"Fuck me, these are good..." he groaned. Frosting coated the fur around his mouth.
The vixen shuffled around nervously. "Oh, um, Evan...I made those special for Troy..."
"...so good..." moaned Evan, taking another hearty bite.
"Umm...I can whip you up something to eat of you'd like!" she quickly suggested. "I can make a great grilled cheese sandwich!"
Evan shoveled the rest of the cupcake into his mouth, reaching out for another as he chewed.
"Please, Evan. Those are really, really special ones I made for Troy..." she quietly pled. "Let me make you something else! Just please don't have anymore!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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