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The Short mouse panted as her rhythmic exercise grew more intensive, Zara’s energetic pop music fuelled her desire to beat her previous record on the treadmill. The machine read, 18:14 just 2 more minutes and she’d be done for the day, her tiredness was blunted by determination, as she steadied her breathing and slowed her pace slightly. Running was all about conversing energy, keeping your oxygen intake stead and pace, not too fast or not too slow. Zara’s intense workout was almost over, but she couldn’t let up at the final stretch, she began to increase her speed slightly and breathing. One final burst of energy to finish off today’s workout, then she could sit down for a while. She focused her eyes on the Gym’s general decor and style, the walls of the modern building were, covered in workout and health posters along with hexagonal Lime and white detailing, meant to look futuristic and the arrangements of workout machines that filled the open floors, it was meant to seem practical and utilitarian, Zara only went here because it was close to her Apartment and work. Her previous gym of choice had been converted into a dodgy shop to trade in gold for cash. Zara just sighed and continued paying her gym membership, whenever she found the perfect location, it always closed a few months after she’d started going. She then looked down at the panel, ending her internal venting.

20:00 minutes,

Zara reached forward, hitting the stop button, she stopped and stood for a second taking a large swig from her water bottle. Then the mouse stepped off the treadmill, her body was drenched in sweat, she adjusted her tight workout gear before doing a few final stretches, her toned stomach and abs were visible and well defined under her snow-white fur, contrasting greatly her shorter stature at only 5 feet and four inches (163cm). Zara finished her stretches and then looked over the treadmill, giving it a quick wipe, she never made the equipment too dirty, so it was mostly out of courtesy. As she walked through the gym, her head was filled with a sense of accomplishment, it was her main skill along with drawing, she always enjoyed how proud her parents were for her remaining in peak shape. They weren’t gym nuts like her, they were both artists and very physically unimposing, so was Zara and everyone else in their sprawling family, but she was at least separated by her toned body and masculine features, like short brown hair and her dislike of fancy wedding dresses. Everyone was surprised at her cousin’s wedding a few years back, when she showed up in a suit and Bowtie, with Micky serving as her “date”. She spent most of her time assuring her parents she had no, interest or romantic feelings towards Micky and thankfully he had the same thought about their relationship, complementing her once or twice and respecting her as a friend. As Zara was thinking about her own life story (As she often did, once her workout was over), She noticed two guys talking by the weights machine’s, a dance she’d seen far too many times. But it was different, the guy sitting down was pretty quiet and rather chunky while the other guy was up in his face, clearly annoyed he was hogging his space, the place was busy but still quiet.

“Come on! I need this machine; I’ve only got half an hour here!” The muscular wolf said, expressing his anger, Zara stopped

“Please, I’m trying to use the machine as well, I’ll use it for 10 minutes then you can take it?” The plump fox said, attempting to compromise and end the confrontation

“Look, you don’t strike me as someone who even knows how to use this machine! just let me use it now and you can come back later?” The wolf said raising his voice slightly, the fox looked a little hurt at his comment and his attempts at offering another compromise, died on his tongue. The large fox, got up meekly, surrendering the weights machine to the powerful and toned wolf, “Thanks... Fuckin lard ass” He whispered to himself, although the fox definitely heard his harsh words, causing his head to sink and expression to turn sad. Zara felt for the guy and decided to see if she could help him. She approached him as he attempted to slink out of the nearest exit.

“Hello?” The well-built mouse asked,

the Fox looked at her with an ashamed look “Yes?” the fox replied. He wore a tight grey t-shirt and some sweatpants, his reddish-orange fur was quite fluffy and thick, coupled with his 10-15kg (22-33lbs) of excess weight, he was very much on the large side.

“Sorry, about that asshole” Zara said, hoping to make him feel a little better

“He’s right though, I’m just a fat and miserable slob, I don’t even know how to use that machine or any of these machines!” He said, standing by the doorway to the locker room, Zara thought for a moment looking at his defeated face.

“Maybe I could help show you? Zara asked, putting on her friendly and personable face. Nobody deserved to be insulted about their body, just because some idiot with a six pack thinks he’s hot shit, ‘Besides this fox was quite the looker anyway- NOPE’ Zara quickly contained that disgusting thought, ever since Micky’s brief Fattening, her weird thoughts involving large people had been growing more common and she was determined to ignore them.

“Alright if you want? But I don’t know anything about exercising!” the fox replied, standing with his head held low, Zara was now determined to lift his bad mood and make him feel better about his body!

“Don’t worry I’ve got a few ideas, I’m kind of a gym nut” Zara said, first thing to do would probably be some Stamina training, a beginning on the treadmill, after that they’d try some weightlifting, just to ease him into it all.

“Okay, uh... lead the way” The fox replied, as Zara began walking back through the gym, taking a route away from the wolf and his beloved weights.

“We could start on the treadmills, just to start increasing your stamina and get you in the swing of things” Zara explained as the passed dozens of different exercise machines and the people on working hard to remain in good health, “Oh my names Zara by the way”

“I’m Julian” He said timidly, following close behind the confident mouse, Her skin-tight leggings and bare midriff, showed Julian she was a professional in keeping fit, chiselled abs and toned legs, though shorter stature, made him both hopeful and slightly intimidated, he didn’t want to bungle everything in front of a professional fitness lady, then he’d feel even more pathetic.

As Julian approached the unoccupied treadmill, his anxiety increased once again. He knew as soon as the mouse saw him jiggling and sweating on that thing, she’d laugh at his fat slobbish body.

Zara quickly squeezed past him “Excuse me” Feeling their body’s touch close for a minute gave Zara another thought to bury. She quickly dialled in some beginner's numbers, reducing the height and the speed. ‘Easing him into the rhythm of exercise would probably be most effective’ Zara had nowhere to go currently and was happy Assisting this guy, but her brain still yearned to lay down and let herself relax and unwind. She got out of the treadmill and moved back to the plump Fox’s side; he was still quite antsy but slowly stepped up onto the treadmill. The height difference was now more so pronounced, Zara stood close by the treadmill. After a few seconds of thought Julian turned on the treadmill and began walking to keep pace. His awkward speed walk displayed his clear discomfort. He wasn’t helped much, what with his unfamiliarity with treadmills and exercise and especially in such a public place. Zara watched how he kept pace with the treadmills constantly moving floor, his walk wasn’t much exercise, his arms and hands were close to his body, and he was keeping his movements slow and gentle, he was hoping to keep his more... “Unresponsive” ... “Features” from slapping and jiggling around.

Zara was unsure how to word her criticism without further damaging his already battered self-confidence, “Sorry, you’ve got to loosen up and... just... focus on keeping to a rhythm, then your movement should feel more natural”

Julian took a deep breath, ‘it’s nothing to be ashamed of, just my obese body’ he tried to Loosen up and focus on just keeping pace with the treadmill, making sure his breathing was steady. Julian increased the speed of the treadmill slightly, feeling exerted but wanting to push through. Zara stared intently, Trying to focus on his form... running form, But her eyes were drawn to his body, she could see how his stomach jiggled slightly with every step and his moobs wobbled as he exercised, his tight shirt captured just the right amount of thickness, while still leaving her to wonder what he was like topless. He continued for a few minutes, sweating profusely but making progress nonetheless, Zara stopped staring at his fat gut, she began working up her own sweat as she failed to remove her disgusting thoughts from her overactive mind. Eventually Before Zara’s brain could explode, Julian stopped the treadmill. He stumbled off it, his breathing heavy and laboured, he was drenched in sweat, thanks to his thick fur and chunky body. “Sorry... just... Out... breath” Julian said as he leaned against the treadmill.

“That’s fine you did great. If you’d like we can go and try some, weightlifting?” Zara asked, Julian got up and continued panting, Zara focused on the workout routine, her weird “interest” just needed buried again, at least Weightlifting would be less in her face.

“Ok... lead the way” Julian replied, Zara traced her steps to where the weights were, luckily, they were up the stairs and quiet. Hopefully Julian would open up a little without anyone to fuel his self-consciousness. They walked over to the rack of small weights, each marked with different amounts.

“So, you ever lift weights before?” Zara asked pulling a pair out, they seemed like a good amount of heft.

“Uh, no I never really exercised before” Julian replied sweat, pouring through his thick fur and collecting on his tightened shirt, he’d never realised how fat he was till now, with this well-built woman standing Infront of him watching his every slight movement causing his stomach to jiggle. He knew she was trying to be polite in helping him, but he just felt worse now that he had someone silently judging him with her eyes.

She passed him some of the light weights and took a pair of her own “Alright, hold the weights at your side and then lift them up towards your shoulders.” She instructed, while demonstrating it herself

Julian began lifting the weights like the mouse had shown “So, is there any tips I should know for exercising?” The large fox asked as he continued his gentle workout.

“Well, there’s no magic tricks to get a six pack in a week.” She said, watching as she moved his arms move the weights, noticing how his moobs were slightly squished together when he reached his shoulders and with his tight shirt, “Just Remember to always stretch before and after a workout” Zara said. She was only half paying attention, Zara couldn’t focus on much else so she absently watched as his moobs were jiggled and squished, ‘I would love to be the one squishing and caressing them right now before taking his-‘ NOT again! she needed to remain focused!

“And if you’re sick don’t force yourself into the gym, often that’ll just make things worse” Zara said as a final tip, He was seeming a bit more confident, but still sweating like the weights we’re made of magma, Zara decided he should move up to a heavier set of weights. “moob- Goob, I mean good job! Let’s swap you over to a heavier set of weights, eh?” Zara took the pair in his hand and placed them back into their former spot on the rack.

“Okay, thanks for the help miss, your very kind” Julian replied, he didn’t notice her slip up, luckily.

“Don’t worry about it.” Zara replied, then thinking, she was kinda curious about Julian, what was his life like? “So, what do you do for a living?” Zara asked as she picked out another set of heavier weights for the patient fox.

“Well, it’s not really that interesting, I do computer and IT maintenance for this chemical company, it pays alright, but It’s a pretty boring desk job.” Julian said, as Zara handed him the new pair of weights. He felt them a lot heavier but went back to lifting them pretty quickly.

“I’m in a similar position, all I do is sit at my desk doing spreadsheets and calculations. Occasionally I need to run something through the building, it’s a pain in the ass” Zara explained, watching again as Julian worked out.

“How do you... stay so fit... if you’re working a... desk job?” Julian asked, he’d assumed she must’ve been a full-time athlete in order to keep a Physique like that.

Zara blushed slightly “I guess it’s just the continued routine of exercise. Plus, my metabolism helps” Zara replied, Julian looked like he was getting quite the workout, His fluffy fur and weighty frame caused him to sweat like a rainforest. He continued with the weights, it may have been Zara’s imagination, but she was now noticing every movement his doughy moobs and stomach made. His body was intoxicating to Zara, her lewd repressed thoughts flashed through her mind. Her gross desire was becoming hard to ignore or repress. She needed to finish this up and get away from any distractions.

“Okay, you’ve done pretty good!” Zara said taking the weights from his hands and putting them back into the rack, Julian was looking more confident, but Zara was just seeking a way out before she did something stupid, “let’s just see how you do with one final pair of weights, then finish up?”

“Okay” Julian said, standing at attention as Zara grabbed a pair of weights, she didn’t mess around with checking the numbers instead just grabbing the closest pair. She pulled them up and held them out for Julian to take. He grabbed the weights, for a moment feeling how light they were with Zara holding them, then she suddenly let go.

*RIP*

Julian was lucky to not have fallen face first into the floor, but then realized his shirt had ripped. He froze in fear, still holding the weights slightly hunched over, Zara looked as his stomach escaped through the larger tear in his shirt, it was a thick gut of a few kilos of weight, covered in his thick white fur. As he stood still, Zara watched as his belly shook as his grip Loosened on the weights. She quickly grabbed the weights, from his hands and lowered them to the ground. Julian just stood there, his shirt in tatters, he just wanted to crawl into a ball and turn invisible. Zara saw as his face turned red, he looked supremely uncomfortable.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Zara said, feeling horrible and hoping she could make it up to Julian. The large fox froze in place as Zara wondered how to help.

“I’m just a fat slob, you think I’m disgusting? Don’t you?” Julian asked, as tears fell from his eyes.

“No there’s nothing wrong with you, everyone has troubles with their physique!” Zara said trying to comfort him, he stared down at his ample gut hatred filling his thoughts.

He grasped his large gut and shook it “That Wolf was right I’m just a fatass and it’s all I’ll ever be” as he let go, Zara watched as his gut continued to shake, the Dough like fat coupled with his fur was something Zara wanted to be buried in one day, Julian continued “I’m just an ugly-“

“You’re not ugly! I think you look stunning and cute!” Zara blurted out, then she turned red from embarrassment.

Julian looked shocked, he didn’t know how to react, “Really?”

Zara hesitated, but realized there wasn’t much point in lying anymore “Yes, especially with your plump figure and thick fur! Sure, you’re not the “Ideal” standard of beauty, but you’re still a very attractive guy!” After hearing that, Julian was also red it felt like his inside’s we’re being turned inside out! Julian recognised Zara’s attractiveness but was focused on exercising and following her instructions, but now things seemed different.

“We should probably...” Zara said gesturing towards the changing rooms, it felt like her heart was on fire. She hoped Julian wasn’t disgusted, or afraid.

“Yeah” Julian replied, and the pair walked down through the crowded exercise machines and people. Entering the vast changing room, Julian moved quickly to his locker to grab his clothes.

After building up some courage, Zara walked over to him, Julian began to speak “I’m sorry for you having to see that” he grabbed his bundle of clothes and turned round to an empty changing room.

“I’d love to see, some more” Zara asked, “If possible?” Julian looked at Zara, his face shifted from a look of sheer disgust towards one of reserved joy.

“Of course,” Julian sputtered out; he entered the changing room leaving the door open for Zara to enter. The mouse stepped inside, twisting the lock shut behind her. Julian sat down on the lone bench, Zara approach slowly, her short stature was eclipsed by her domineering attitude.

“Let’s get this Ripped shirt off, I need to see... you” Zara said as her fingers tugged below his shirt, feeling how they, we’re caught between the fabric and his doughy fur. Julian was still bright red and drenched in sweat, but his reserved smile showed he was enjoying the show. Zara pulled the shirt up, watching how his gut slapped down onto his thighs, she took a handful of his stomach and squeezed it, feeling how his soft fur and warm fat felt in Zara’s hands, she began massaging it, feeling how moved around her hands. Julian bit his lip as Zara continued to jiggle his stomach, in her mind it’s thick and heavy feeling was far greater than, the chiselled muscles of some dude-bro. Zara decided to move up his body, she pulled his shirt the rest of the way, watching how his moobs flopped as they fell free from his tight shirt. She grasped each man-boob in her hand, jiggling it and watching how the moved with her hands poking and prodding them. Zara felt Amazing, so many months of unsatisfying dating and Sexual frustration was let go in an instant.

“You’re beautiful. My own big chubby fox” Zara said to Julian as she jiggled his fat chest, he blushed harder and bit his lip in euphoria.

“You’re beautiful too” Julian replied as Zara continued to explore his fat encased torso. She then pulled the fox to his feet, watching how his chest and tummy shook with his shift in position. She pulled his sweatpants down, then his boxers and walked around to his behind. Crouching down, she saw It was a large and plump ass, each ass cheek was larger than her bust, and his thighs were large and jiggly. Zara knew if she died, she’d want to be buried in that ass.

The mouse gave his rear a solid slap, causing Julian to flinch “Sorry If that hurt” Zara said as she watched his plush buttocks reverberate.

“No, it’s fine keep going!” Julian replied, he’d never expected this to happen at the gym of all places.

“Alright, down on the floor” Zara said, Julian quickly complied looking up at his small but muscled mouse lover. She pushed him onto his back and then climbed on top of him, Julian was surprised by how Light and small Zara was now that they were this close. Zara then buried her face in his large and fat encased chest, while her hands groped his love handles and squishy thighs. Zara now felt every inch of his excess fat against her body, it all felt amazing, she just needed more of this!

Julian began inspecting Zara’s body, he ran his hands along her hard abs and toned stomach, felt her ass that was moulded by years of exercise and training, felt her tail which was swing wildly in joy as the pair made out on the floor. It was heavenly, each person utterly in love with the other’s body.

*BZZT*

*BZZT*

“Oh crap!” Zara said, as she struggled to pull her phone out her pocket, Julian continued to serve as her seat while she checked her phone.

*BZZT*

It was a call from Vaughn, she hit the button to answer “Hello, everything okay?” she asked

“Yes, just worried something was wrong” Vaughn said, the scrawny lynx was very... punctual. He hated if his routine was disturbed and found it odd when others wouldn’t stick to their routine like he did.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine just a little held up, I’ll be home in 15 minutes” Zara replied, while Julian attempted to hide his feelings of annoyance.

“Okay, goodbye” Vaughn said, hanging up.

Zara got up from her doughy fox pillow “Sorry, I’ve really got to get going” Zara said as she straightened her back.

“Here’s my phone number?” Julian said grasping his phone as he pulled himself up from the floor. The fox quickly Pulled up his info, before handing the phone to Zara. He then pulled his underwear back up and pulled on his normal clothes, a pair of jeans, a baggy shirt and large hoodie, his outfit was meant to obscure some of his bulk.

“Thanks” Zara said handing his phone back. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, as they tried to exit, a familiar wolf passed by, he stopped for a moment, watching Julian pull on his belt while Zara stood there with messy hair. Zara playfully smiled at him as his mind filled in the gaps, his face turning red, he stormed away as Julian noticed his presence.

“So much for his big balls” Zara joked, she looked back at Julian who seemed very pleased with himself.

“Thank you so much for everything” He said, “I didn’t know people could be that... attracted to... this” He gave his stomach a hefty jiggle, this time Zara suspected it was a deliberate tease.

“I didn’t really know either, this was just as new to me” Zara replied as she leaned against the doorframe, her tail swinging slightly against the sterile locker room floor “How about we meet... somewhere?”

“Sure, I’d love too!” Julian replied, his face lighting up with excitement again.

“How about a restaurant?” Zara asked

“Sure”

“Buffet?”

“Perfect”