mercenary's delight 2

Wolf pushed the fox's hands from him.

The fox looked mildly concerned as Wolf removed his hand from the other's pulsing groin, the other man's face exasperated with the teasing strokes.

Haha, hold on a moment Fox...you'll have your fun soon. But not before I've had mine.

Wolf still hadn't completely forgiven his mate's actions, but he no longer bore real anger for them. He was much too aroused for something like that.

The wolf stepped away, and stretched himself with a yawn, proudly putting his stomach and the large, hard girth swaying beneath it on full display. The grey mercenary looked to his mate from beneath a closed-looking eye. The other male's eyes wandered from the wolf's paunch to his manhood, eyes hungry for both but seemingly sad at the thought he'd be feeling neither.

Wolf was satisfied with this tease – it was the least Fox deserved.

Wolf snapped back, with his hands on his hips, a coy toothy grin on his face. The other male looked up with cowish eyes.

"What? I'm just not in the mood anymore...this is the problem when you make your boyfriend fat. He gets lazy and just wants to sleep most of the time."

Fox frowned, face uncertain as to whether the wolf was entirely serious.

"Wolf, you can't do something like that then back out...that's cheap..."

Wolf looked away, feigning nonchalance.

"What's cheap? Doing something to your boyfriend he doesn't have a say in..?"

Fox sighed. Wolf continued to grin, coyly.

"Wolf, I said I was sorry...fine. You win. You want to do something, or you wouldn't have done any of that...so what are you after? What do I have to do?"

This was too much fun for the former Star Wolf leader. He had to keep teasing, just a little more...

"You said I'd get anything, if I recall, Fox."

Fox shrugged, eyes slowly drawing back down to the wolf's exposed belly. Wolf blushed and his grin strengthened.

Wow Fox, you do like that, huh?

"Anything to make you fatter," The tangerine furred male spoke, "Not just to have sex. Seriously, you don't even have to do anything for it, and still..."

Fox looked back up to Wolf with a smile.

"Wolf, you are such a player, it isn't funny."

The wolf rose his hands to his chest, and lightly squeezed the soft mounds there. He poked his tongue out playfully.

"What can I say? My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard..."

The fox deeply blushed and looked away.

"Forget what I just said: Wolf, you're evil."

Wolf laughed, noting the sensation of his fatter self vibrating and jiggling with the resounding motion. He was starting to find a new joy budding in his extra weight because it made his boyfriend horny. If he was going to be a fatty, possibly for a long time, he might as well try to take enjoyment from it. He could perhaps grow to even appreciate it as his love did.

"Fine...but the thing is, Fox, I want to get fatter during sex. This time at least. Soooo...you have to do what I say if you want some chubby wolf lovin'."

Fox rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll play. What do you want me to do?"

Wolf licked his lips. He could have his partner do anything...

Anything.

He looked over the fox carefully, deciding quickly what he wanted most.

"First, Fox...I want you to take it off. Take it all off..."

Fox smiled, his hand hastily moving to remove his jacket.

"That's all? Consider it done."

A clawed, grey hand shot out and grabbed the vulpine by the arm. Fox looked up, and Wolf looked him in the eyes.

"No, no...take it all off - slowly. Sexy-like...I want to enjoy the man that is Fox McCloud."

A wide grin spread upon the fox's handsome features.

"Egotistical, as usual. As you wish...' Master'."

Master? That term...that wasn't a bad one, Wolf thought to himself. He had the thing the fox wanted, so really, the ashen wolf was the one in control of this.

The fox gently slipped out of the cream jacket, exposing the deep green workothe ut shirt that lay beneath. His orange, lightly muscled arms worked their way down, the white tips that were his hands pausing by a loose untucked portion of shirt. They hung there for a moment, teasing the shirt free but nothing more. They began to slide lower, hands moving to undo the belt and clasps holding up the man's combat fatigues. The buckle loosened, and the pants fell. The olive fabric slid down, free, exposing tight white briefs and muscular thighs, before it suddenly stopped; the pants, it seemed, caught on the very firm protrusion extending from the underwear.

Fox looked up to Wolf with a flushed grin, before easing the pants off the sensitive area, exposing it's hard outline to the outside world. The fox slowly withdrew himself from the pants as they fell further to the ground, his powerful, swift legs moving with an unusual slowness so as to draw out the experience for his mate, who was watching on with powerful desire.

The fox drew his hands to the briefs, and tugged the edges. They let go – just a tease, it seemed. His white claws moved higher and clasped around the bottom of the loose green shirt.

"No," Wolf called.

He couldn't...it was too quick, too much. His heart couldn't take this head on, so he'd draw it out. Prolong it in a way that wouldn't end the moment so quickly.

"Do it...from the back..."

Fox turned slowly, displaying the culmination of those powerful thighs – a tight, muscular ass with a brilliantly contrasting fluff of tail poking out above the cheeks, long, gorgeous, sleek. The male lifted the back of the shirt, revealing a similarly taut lower back - hints at what had grown the wolf's jealousy before today's realisation. The hands rose higher, higher, and soon the shirt rose over the male's head. Fox's back rippled with lean, strong muscle, that moved elegantly with the man's movements. The muscle wasn't excessive, just enough to make Fox look somewhat built. Well trained. Fit.

Before they had become intimate, the wolf had only thought his love interest was just slim. That had been fine with him; he's fallen for the man's personality, not just his looks. This revelation of hidden muscle had been well received on their first night though. Even now, the wolf's mouth grew moist at seeing it.

More so knowing what was to come.

"Turn..."

The fox complied, and slowly turned to expose a lithe, yet toned, profile. As he continued, like a sun rising over the horizon, Fox's white furred abs came into view. Tight for the most part, with the smallest of natural pooches softening the ones nearest the bottom of his abdomen. Higher up the fine male's torso, his porcelain chest expanded with defined muscle. Fox waited a moment, and finally stretched himself so the wolf could take in the emphasised sight of rich, taut muscle.

A sexy, masculine form the wolf very much admired, and once months ago, had even owned a variation of himself

But there was more to come from this display. He could barely contain his urges; the next part, that could actually defeat his control if he wasn't careful.

Fox eased from the stretch and worked his hands towards the back. A simple 'click' sounded – the sound of the clasp holding the underwear together being undone. Wolf's ear's pricked in anticipation.

The taught blue cloth shrivelled around the giant protrusion, not unlike a cloth draping over a yet to be unveiled statue. Fox McCloud's hand went to it and gently rose the fabric, revealing the wolf's long awaited prize: A large, thick, white-furred cock about 8 ½ inches long, pulsing with anticipation for the portly male before it.

Wolf eyes were glued to it, it's pulsing movement of lust – going by the moistness forming at the tip, the wolf knew Fox could barely contain himself either.

Wolf smiled, his mouth flooded with saliva, almost oozing out from the desire, the need he felt for the other man.

Foxy, Foxy Fox...fuuuuck, I'm lucky to have a guy like you but...no. Not yet. We have to do more before we climax...explore...

Though the idea that merely being naked together was enough to get them fully riled up...it was an arousing thought in itself. Wolf absent mindedly noted how his love-handles sprung over the hands on his hips. Being this way...if it really did it this well for the fox, could he seriously consider ever losing it? He was going to work hard to stay at least this heavy, if he could help it.

Wolf neared his coyly smiling mate, and embraced him, his throbbing manhood lancing against that of his love's. The lupine male tenderly kissed Fox's neck, and thrusted lightly, the two mighty spears duelling in a bout of frottage.

"Wolf...if I'd of known just being naked would do this for you, I'd of become a nudist..."

Wolf continued to kiss the other passionately. Likewise, Fox, likewise...but...

"I can't let you do this, Fox...we're not done yet."

He drew away from the embrace, but kept their 'swords' locked together. The longing was further deepened by this passionate touch.

"You said it yourself, Fox...the deal was you'd do whatever so I'd get nice and fat, not just so we'd fuck...and as far as I'm aware, exploding all over each other isn't going to put on the pounds."

Wolf drew away entirely from the panting Fox, whose eyes were pleading and lusty. He smiled in return, looking once again over the male's fine form. He understood what his man was going through, well.

"You just did shopping, yeah..? Grab the bag, and follow me...we'll continue this in the bedroom."

Wolf slowly walked into the other room, blissful and excited about what was to come, but careful not to over do it. This was something that required control, time to explore, see what he liked. He calmed himself down by thinking of unattractive things (mentally training himself for the future by throwing thoughts of his leaner self in there, with very mixed results) and entered the bedroom.

* * *

No time for flower petals or that...the bed'll do just fine.

Wolf walked over to the queen-sized bed, and drew the quilt far down so the sheets beneath were exposed. Fox would want to see him, all of him going by his prior reaction to his naked form, so nothing could be covered. And drawing the covers now meant that when they were done, they could perhaps draw it back easily and fall asleep together...

Wolf gathered pillows and placed them at the head of the bed, creating a small mountain. He carefully stepped on, and eased himself so he lay gently against the pile facing the door. He leaned back, arms behind his head and legs spread wide so his stomach could hang free. His large, throbbing cock sprung up valiantly, fighting the soft belly that dared to encroach upon it. The male wasn't yet fat enough for the stomach to more than loom at the large, pointed spear of lust. Perhaps in time, it would engage it directly.

Wolf grinned.

I hope I haven't over done it with this pose...knowing him, he'll burst when he comes through the door...

As if hearing his lover's thoughts, Fox entered the room with a pleased grin that widened immensely upon seeing his podgy partner in proud display.

Wolf winked, and gave a fake whine.

"What took you so long? At this rate, a wolf'd waste away..."

Fox blushed, and wolf noted his orange tail swaying gently – a habit usually reserved for canines, but Fox's nerves must have to be going overtime to contain his enthusiasm.

"We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"

Fox walked over to the bed slowly, biting his lip as he took in the sight of his lover.

"Not that I think there's much risk, Wolf..."

The canine smiled in satisfaction. He thought this was what the other had wanted to see...

His purple eye wandered over to the shopping bag, curious as to what goodies lay within. Besides the chocolate, they'd never done any sort of food-and-sex stuff before, so it would be...interesting to experience.

But something seemed wrong with the bag...it seemed much fuller now than Wolf had noticed when the fox had brought it in earlier.

"Fox," Wolf asked with a sly grin, "Did you pop out to do more shopping whilst I was in here..?"

Fox blushed and scratched his head in embarrassment, slowly taking his eyes up to his partner's face.

"Heh...well, I wasn't expecting you to be like this, so I didn't buy...enough. I had to fill it with more stuff from the fridge. I hope that's alright..?"

Wolf nodded. The fox was forgiven for this blatant excuse to feed the wolf more than he was going to otherwise.

Fox, Fox, Fox...you don't have to be sneaky now. I want to grow fat off your pampering love...heh heh.

The fox eased onto the bed, next to his lover, and placed the bag besides himself for easy access. His strong emerald eyes began to search the bag's contents.

"So...uh, we have..."

The fox began rummaging, looking up every once in a while to ensure his mate was still interested, still watching with eagerness. Wolf's anticipation never faltered.

"A crème brulee pudding...cream...some small cup cakes...a few beers...butter-"

Wolf cocked his head in surprise.

"Wait, butter?"

Fox blushed. "It's the fattiest thing we have..."

Wolf thought for a moment, embarrassed with the situation with which he was presented. Butter? That was...unforeseen.

"I think, maybe for now, normal food...we'll see about sticks of butter another time."

The fox nodded, and Wolf hid his unhappiness at what he considered to be dissapointing his mate. But, Wolf was new to this, this intentional fattening up. He liked the taste of normal food, and...well...butter was butter. If anything, he'd ease into that as he grew more used to this experience. Providing he liked it.

Fox continued with the list of food products, undaunted by the butter's setback.

"Uh...chocolate puddings...blocks of chocolate...some salami...chicken slices...a, uh, whole chicken...and yeah."

Wolf laughed.

"That's all we had, huh?"

"I didn't know I'd be shopping for this, Wolf. I thought I'd be making you fat slowly...I never imagined I'd be feeding you."

Wolf looked down upon his physique. It was all very soft looking, with tones of muscle and general hardness here and there.

He did have to give his love credit; he'd made the canine gain 25 pounds without him realising the intent behind it.

But had he really done it with so little food in the house? He must have been kept so incredibly still a lot.

Wow Fox...no wonder it took you four months to make me gain twenty-five pounds, ha ha...

Wolf turned his eye from his form, up to his mate. Fox looked over to his proudly displayed mate, and unknowingly licked his lips.

"So, uh...what'd you want to start with, babe?"

The bag...everything in there sounded good.

But which would pique the fox's love the most? Wolf decided the best way to figure this out.

He shut his eye.

"Surprise me..."


Wolf's muzzle opened wide, his pink tongue quivering in anticipation and excitement, yet trying to maintain the facasde of control. Something would be put there soon, something the grey furred mercenary didn't even have to work to get...

Sweet? Savoury? Hard? Soft?

His tongue waved in the air, waiting for something, anything to touch it. This anticipation was new, pleasing.

A moment passed, and he heard his mate rustle through the bag. The other male's weight shifted on the bed, moving, and soon a warm, hard surface pressed against his side. Fox; he was lying next to him, against him, nudging that large manhood of his into the wolf's soft side.

An unidentified pop, and something touched the wolf's tongue.

Wet. Runny, but not watery, with a dairy taste...

The Cream.

Mm, interesting choice Fox...

Wolf lapped at it hungrily, realising from the taste the foodstuff was a sweetened brand, his tongue fighting gravity to catch the thick white substance before it slid down into his gulping throat.

So sweet. So thick. So much.

Wolf fought every urge to reach for the cream, bring it closer to his mouth, the sensation that strangely erotic and pleasing – but instead his hands itched at his arms. The scratching intensified as he felt his groin pulse with carnal pleasure at this filling, before he finally had enough and brought his hands down infront to grasp at the bed sheets instead. A warm sensation grabbed his crotch, and massaged it with a gentle eagerness. The Fox's hand...his lover knew what he was feeling.

Had he caused this before? Had his prior conquests been fed like this? Wolf felt jealousy stir, but the positive emotions overpowered it.

This was Fox's time; Fox was in control for now, and he needed to know how he would feel about this sort of sexual activity.

And so far...he seemed to like it. The taste, not doing anything but lying there as the sensations reached him...there was nothing like it.

He felt so guilty; only a while ago he'd wanted to forbid this sort of thing, lose weight...and now here he was, being hand fed very rich fatty foods and getting a hand job.

The universe could be a very strange thing at times.

The cream continued rushing in, like a thick torrent passing through his jaws, but soon, it trickled to a halt. The thick sensation stopped falling into his mouth, and his tongue ran along his lips for any trace of it, dipping in between his teeth for any clinging dollops.

Wolf opened his violet eye, and watched his wildly grinning lover. Fox removed his hand from his lover's stirring girth.

"Started with the cream, huh..?"

Fox whipped his head in a playful shrug.

"Gotta lube that throat, Wolf...how else will everything slide down into that nice, fat belly of yours..?"

He gave the stomach a gentle rub, earning a groan of pleasure from the wolf. The fox was smart – this had been one of the reasons the other mercenary had fallen for him. Now...food would find it's way easier down him.

"So, Fox...what's next..?"

The fox leaned back over to the bag, and took it back to the wolf's side for easier access in the future. A hand reached into it, awaiting the wolf's word.

"What'd you feel like?"

Wolf gave it a quick thought. What would go well to follow up all that cream..?

The lupine mercenary realised they really had the perfect match.

"Cake. You have...cup cakes, yeah?"

Fox nodded with a smile, and slowly dug into the stuffed plastic bag. He withdrew a package of six store-brand cakes in a clear casing – according to the label Wolf could see, and the pink frosting, they were all strawberry flavoured.

Wolf frowned.

"Ha. Strawberry? I hate strawberry anything, Fox. For future reference, I prefer...Chocolate Mint, or Blueberry..." He said with a lick of his lips.

Fox blushed.

"Next time then...I sort of went off my own preferences. Sorry."

Wolf shrugged.

I suppose we're still learning eachother a bit, huh? Like favourite cup cake flavours...fetishes...

"Strawberry will do, I guess...hm. You said you liked it, yeah?"

Fox nodded. "Well. As a cup cake flavouring."

Wolf had a sly idea for another thing to explore. He reached a paw up, and withdrew a cup cake from the casing. He brought it up to his own muzzle, gave it a quick kiss, and took it away again.

Fox looked on with a look of bemused confusion. Wolf took the cupcake over to the other male, and taped on his muzzle.

"Then have one, on me."

Fox's orange features ran red and he hesitantly opened his mouth, uncertain of the gesture, and the baked good was slowly wedged inside it. Fox began to chew, and Wolf watched on curiously.

The movement of lips, the jaw...the expression of enjoyment on the other male's face at the imbibed the pleasing flavour. Wolf must of made expressions like that, when gulping down that bounty of sweet cream.

He could see why the fox would enjoy making his mate express constant bliss. He looked over the other male's body, thinking.

"So Fox...you said you'd do anything for me to get fat, right?"

The fox finally swallowed his meal.

"Yeah..?"

Wolf looked back up to him and gave a warm, gentle smile.

"What would you think about...uh...gaining a bit yourself?"

The vulpine's features bloomed crimson, and he looked away, embarrassed.

"W-what? But...I...don't you like me buff?"

Wolf nodded to himself slowly, looking again over his partner's chiselled form. What Fox said was true...the fox was awfully...foxy.

"Yeah, a hell of a damned lot, but...I was just thinking. You like big boys - so how come you're pretty, well, scrawny?"

A pause of silence, which wolf filled by taking the initiative and feeding himself one of the moist cupcakes.

Sweet. Berry. Sugary. Soft.

All good, even if the icing was fake in it's taste.

"Well...I...have too high a metabolism. Anything I get burns off easy."

Wolf grinned. So the fox had try to grow himself, had he..?

This was interesting.

"I see...maybe you might wanna...I dunno. Try a bit more. I'm not saying grow much, but..."

The wolf looked over the fox's hard, defined abs.

"Enough to get a very small belly. I reckon it might be...cute."

Having the sexiest man in his life grow a bit softer would be interesting for the wolf. Help him find fat even sexier than it was starting to be in his mind, perhaps.

And the fox made the cutest face when he ate something he liked, too. Maybe this was something they could...share?

The vulpine nodded, slowly understanding the wolf's mindset.

"Maybe, then...but, we're feeding you right now if I recall."

He took a paw to the cupcakes, and felt around. The fox shifted his focus to his hand, and discovered the hole he had felt a space where a cup cake should be.

"Huh?"

Fox's eyes settled on the wolf's swallowing maw.

"Ah. You already took another already? Didn't know you were so greedy, Wolf. Would of made all this easier if I'd have known."

Wolf licked his lips for crumbs.

"What can I say, Fox? You're not quick enough feeding me. You're the slowest make-me-fat boyfriend ever."

The vulpine snatched up a cake, and crammed it into the wolf's snickering maw, halting the laughter. He sniggered himself.

"People like me are called 'Feeders'. How was that for speed, then?"

Wolf swallowed quickly, the flavour broken up and too far down his throat to savour.

"Very funny, F-"

Another baked good cut him off. He looked over to his mate, eyes displeased. Really? Once he could forgive, but twice? That was plain rude. The fox only smiled back, and eased up from his leaning position.

The orange male moved, and kneeled in the space in front of the wolf where his spread-out legs would of otherwise been. Wolf looked to Fox's hand – he'd taken the pack of cup cakes with him.

"You know Wolf, maybe you talk a bit too much...might fill that mouth of yours with something a bit tastier than words, hmm?"

Wolf was fuming at the forceful act. He didn't like having food shoved down him, food he couldn't taste let alone savour. Such a waste of what could have been a pleasant experience.

But, as he looked up at his lover with a miffed expression, the wolf noticed something.

Fox was waiting. Looking down on him with hungry eyes. But still, holding back.

A thought flashed in the wolf's head.

Waiting...wait. You're after consent...you're waiting for my approval..?

The fox, it seemed, had learned from his earlier mistake. It was better to wait than to take advantage of the mood.

The canine's heart jumped in appreciation.

Maybe he should reward such thoughtfulness. The wolf gave it a think.

Strawberry...it wasn't important to really worry about. It wasn't a flavour the overweight wolf much liked at all, anyway.

Wolf gave a slow nod, and opened his mouth wider, moving the half-chewed cupcake already there further down. He'd allow this, seeing as the fox had been patient and considerate.

Hmm...Wait. Maybe I should swallow this cup cake before -

A cup cake flew down into the wolf's open muzzle forcefully, the delicate pink icing sliding against his tongue in it's journey. It was too late for anything but surprise. Wolf tried to close his mouth to chew, but another cup cake was shoved in and his muzzled became quickly wedged open. Exposed to the fox's mercy.

Mrph! Maybe I should of thought this through!

Another cup cake. Another.

Wolf's muzzle cringed, and tried to shut around the abundance of food stuffing his mouth. He tried again, but the contents were too much. A mixture of strawberry and light muffin flavouring filled his mouth.

Never in his life had the husky wolf felt so incredibly fat without actually eating a single thing. He blushed at the helplessness of the situation, yet also felt incredibly aroused and desiring of it.

Fox laughed, rubbing his mate on the stomach.

"What's the matter, Wolf? Eyes bigger than your belly?"

Wolf growled through the copious amount of cake.

Ha! Not by a long shot!

His mouth spring-boarded in motion, the jaw clamping with much force to crush the food whilst the tongue whirred beneath the blockage to soften it, tear at it's foundation. Soon, with continued effort, the baked goods mashed together in a (barely) containable clump.

The wolf chewed it for a bit, and swallowed the mass, forcing it down.

He felt his throat fill, and for a moment, thought he was going to choke of the abundance, but the food went down without stopping despite his gagging. The cream, he figured – it really was working as a lubricant.

Wolf panted in exhaustion at the surprisingly difficult effort of eating the cup cakes.

"Damn, I never knew swallowing was so difficult..."

The grey male huffed, proud in his victory.

"So that's why you don't do it, huh?"

It took a moment for the fox to get the joke, and he laughed when he did.

"Oh, Wolf...this is...thank you. You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now...the only reason I'm not climaxing is because I want to draw this out, do more to you, with you..."

Wolf looked to the bag, feeling the last of the muffin finally reach his stomach. He could see the salami poking out, teasingly...his mouth watered.

His mighty penis stirred at the thought. The grey mercenary grinned toothily.

Ha, am I starting to find the food sexy now...or what that shape's reminding me of?

Hmm.

Maybe it's both...spicy, salty sausage...mmmm...heh.

"You know," The wolf spoke in a sly tone, "We can always continue this when the mood picks up again. I'm not going to go anywhere..."

Nor do I want to when you're looking after me like this.

Fox nodded happily.

"Yeah, but...it's our first time involving this sort of thing. It's special to me...I'm enjoying doing this with the man I love...I want to look back on this fondly."

Wolf blushed. Fox was a horny bastard, but he was most defiantly a genuine one. The idea was sweet - he deeply loved his mate, too.

"I see...this is getting too much though, I don't think either of us have the control to, uh...go on much longer."

Wolf could feel the precursor to explosive pleasure dribble along his lance of pleasure; their time was unfortunately nearing an end, for now. It wouldn't be long, not with all this excitement.

Not with this immense pressure.

He whined, looking at the bag. It was such a shame; the chicken, the salami, the beers, the pudding...all of it going to waste for now. They'd probably get one more thing, then culminate the situation. How could he end it with a bang, before it ended with a 'bang'?

A thought came upon the wolf.

"You know, Fox, I think maybe there's a good way to round this session off..."

Fox cocked his head.

He didn't know it yet, but he was about to get a nice surprise.

"Grab the chocolate puddings."

The vulpine male nodded, and dutifully did as he was instructed, retrieving them from the bag. Wolf examined the pair of puddings in the fox's hand – as he had hoped, they were custard puddings.

"It's not the usual way, with the body chocolate, but...I feel like having those eclairs now. Or rather...one great big fat one. If you get what I'm meaning..?"

The lithe male flushed wildly, and nodded enthusiastically.

"A great big 'eclair' for a great big wolf? Abso-fucking-lutly coming right up."

He whipped open the puddings and dolloped the contents over his fine white member, careful to evenly distribute the contents. Judging by the fox's expression, the contents were much cooler than he had thought they would be. Fox leaned back on the bed, and in turn the wolf leaned up slowly, coming upon his man.

Before Wolf now, his love lay with spread legs, head resting on the crossed arms behind it. His handsome features, the soft moss eyes looked up at him, and Wolf took a moment to fully appreciate the sight before him; a sexy, built yet lithe fox at his disposal to do whatever he wished with, a large monolith of faux manhood pastry reaching up to the sky in the centre of it all.

Could anything get better than this?

The grey furred mercenary gave the other male a wink, and made a move to commence the familiar interaction.

Wolf eased himself into position, plump ass rising high in the air, and slowly brought his face down to his desert.

Fumes of masculine lust filled his sensitive nostrils, the scent powerful enough to escape the thick smattering of chocolate frosting the appendage. Wolf licked his lips and opened his mouth wide, drawing nearer to his target.

The man's pink tongue drew back carefully, so he would not taste the treat a moment before it entered his inescapable maw.

He lowered himself down, and gently closed his mouth around the object, his teeth and tongue coming into a gentle, firm contact with the live extension of the other male. The action sent a shiver up the fox's spine.

Easy, Fox...I'll be gentle...

Wolf's thick, pink tongue wrapped itself around the 'pastry', reaching down the man's cock as far as it could. It began stroking the pole of warm flesh, teasing the loose, cool pudding off and scooping it up and quickly down his throat.

Chocolaty. Traces of wet salt. Delicious.

His mouth closed tighter, teeth gently pinning the morsel of flesh, the former Star Wolf mercenary's tongue began to lick harder. The other male thrust his manhood ever slightly to aid in the pleasure.

The wolf began to slowly crane his head, up, and down, up, and down into a slow rhythmic bob, the penis carefully sliding in the mercenary's length of muzzle.

The vulpine moaned as Wolf's tongue worked it's magic on the quivering appendage.

"Oh...Wolf..."

The lupine male continued in his pleasure, careful not to go too fast, make the situation end too soon in his excitement.

So chocolatey...mm, even without the body sauce...

The mercenary's mind absently wandered to thoughts of the pudding. How fatty was it anyway? More so than the sauce was..?

He and Fox would check later, he decided, and they'd go and find the richest, most sugary, fatty chocolate paste they could possibly find, and stick to it. Wolf wanted that.

Wolf's thoughts turned to the rest of his body in this motion. He felt how heavy his gut was, physically bending his back with it's weight, brushing softly against the bed as he moved. Most of the 25 pounds had gone there, but he'd never felt it this...weighty before. So commanding of his form, in such a strangely empowering way – he felt big, soft, and yet mighty. Defiantly sexy.

His slight moobs swayed with the movement, his slight double chin pressing against his neck firmly as he bent it.

Fuck, I'm one chubby bastard...maybe more than I thought...but this...this chocolate Fox...

Too damned good.

Fox...If you pamper me, tell me I'm hot, fuck me whenever, however...

His cock twinged at the thought, the lower part pressing harder against the soft force that was the bulging mass of his stomach. It was such a good feeling.

I'll grow as chubby as you want me to be...this is just too good,all of it...mmmm...

He hungrily ate at the chocolate, spurred by the thoughts of growing larger, stronger somehow, coming to fill his Wolfen's cockpit to the point another pound would surely stop him from flying. He'd be the chubbiest pilot to fly the sector, so plump and soft and just damn good feeling. He wouldn't dare buy new clothes, not after feeling all this; not unless the zippers refused to go up even after a great strength was used against him.

And the breast plate...maybe he'd return to it, hollow out the centre to emphasise his new girth, draw all eyes to it not in disgust, but in astonishment.

Yes, the wolf thought in the throws of lust.

Wolf O'Donnell would be the best pilot who ever lived, and by far the fattest. His sexy fox by his side...

He gorged until only the fleshy, pulsing mass was left in his mouth. He licked faster, tilted his head, anything to make it better for his mate.

Faster.

Harder.

Better - For the both of them.

The fox moaned, and suddenly, a thick salty fluid entered Wolf O'Donnell's mouth. Wolf knew what it was upon the first taste. It's warmth spread throughout his mouth, and contrasted well with the chocolate's natural bitterness. He eagerly swallowed it without a second thought.

He rose from the panting Fox, and grinned.

"Wolf...my god...you're just the best boyfriend a fox could ever have..."

Wolf shook his head, shameful pride welling within him.

"I won't disagree with that...and I think we both know now whether I'm really into this or not."

Fox nodded with a wild grin, and collapsed into the bed with a blissful expression on his face.

"Ha, I figured you defiantly were when you started making with the flirty banter...heh, you let me stuff you with cup cakes, too."

The toned male withered in joy, and still panting, slowly rose with an effortless sit up. He leapt forward, pushing the husky wolf back to lying on the pillows. He pinned him down and beamed, before giving him a tight hug.

"Wolf...you've made this the best day ever. I'm so lucky to be with you, even beyond this..."

The vulpine's eyes shone brightly, caressing Wolf's heart.

"I really am, you know. I was wrong to trick you, and you did much more than just forgive me...what sort of guy does that? Wolf...you're in my heart, forever..."

Wolf snorted. "Fox, I knew you were a ball of emotions, but damned..."

He kissed the orange male lightly on the head.

"You're in mine too."

Fox nuzzled into Wolf's shoulder, giving up all support of himself and falling into his corpulent lover as if he were a bed. The male murred, and Wolf grinned wildly, tongue lolling out his mouth in pleasure.

They were both so lucky to have eachother.

Fox's hand traced down from the wolf's nape, gliding with the fur, and followed down the pinned male's spongy side. It reached beneath, trying to grab at overweight wolf's ass, before settling for a rolling lovehandle formed by how the grey mercenary lay on the pillows.

Ha, starting to get rowdy again already, Fox..?

The orange male shifted himself down, coming to a rest on the wolf's stuffed stomach. He nuzzled into it with his muzzle, and somehow, the pressure made things better. Wolf looked down to Fox. It was clear...this man, he knew what to do for him.

As he moved about, one of the fox's hands disturbed something quite hard amongst all the softness, far below the area of his focus.

The vulpine looked up, an expression of surprise unfurled upon his features.

"Wolf, you didn't..?"

Wolf answered with a shake of his head.

"Nah, I held onto it to draw this out...and I didn't want to spoil the moment we were having by saying anything..."

Fox backed away and laughed, confusing the grey furred male.

"Wolf, you wouldn't be spoiling anything...Thanks. I get you might also be a bit untrained yet, huh? It's still new for you, big guy..."

Ha, if only you knew some of the wild thoughts I was having when I was doing you, Fox.

Fox stretched back, one arm swinging behind him to the back of his head, the other brushing up and down his well defined midsection. Wolf looked on him with deep ravenous want. His boyfriend was so incredibly beautiful.

"You know, all this food, it's sort of making me a bit hungry, too...what say I dig up the body sauce and I whip myself up a...'Wolf-style eclair', hmm?"

A 'Wolf-style eclair'? That was another new one for the pair. Wolf grinned lazily in approval of the thought, and nodded.

Who was he to deny the fox, anyway? Eclairs, after all, are a mercenary's delight.