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“Babe!” I yelled out from the bathroom, checking my reflection in the mirror.

Kelsey padded through and walked up right behind me. “Yeah?”

The slim snow leopard wrapped his arms around my belly. I was topless, frowning into the mirror, squeezing my muffin-top sides.

“Am I getting fat?”

“Oh hush!” He rubbed the roundness of my tummy which had been developing steadily since I moved in with Kelsey a year ago. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re rubbing your paws over my big fat belly right now!”

“One: you’re a little tubby at most. Two: shut up, you look great! Don’t otters need a few extra pounds anyway?”

He started squeezing my belly in various spots.

“No? Where’d you hear that?” I laughed. “Anyway, you’re kinda proving my point here, honey.”

He moved his paws up to cup my developing moobs.

“What? A snep can’t enjoy touching and squeezing his boyfriend’s body? Come on.”

“You’re touching and squeezing all the fat bits!”

“Shut up and kiss me,” he said.

How could I deny such a request? I twisted and pulled him against me. It was only with our tongues tangling that I realized Kelsey was rock hard. I grabbed his butt and kissed him harder. When we came apart I half expected him to drag me to the bedroom, but instead he twirled away, smiling.

“I’m ordering pizza, what do you want?”

“What the heck? Didn’t you just hear me spouting off fears that I’d gotten fat?”

He shrugged. “You’re being ridiculous, plus you’re hot, plus I want pizza, plus ratio.”

Incredible logic. And, to be fair, pizza did sound good…

“Fiiiiine, a classic cheese pie is good for me.”

“And sides?”

“Do they still do those nacho- Wait a second!”

“What?” Kelsey had retreated around the doorframe, only poking the top half of his head around it to question me.

“Do we really need sides?”

“They’re tasty!”

Again, his logic was impeccable.

“Alright, alright. I should be thanking you really, you’ve been very generous with the takeout lately.”

“You deserve it for being you.” He flashed heart-paws at me and I blew a kiss. “And what do you want for dessert?”

“Ice cream, obviously!”

“Great!” He was back in the living room before I realized he’d gotten me to order another course without me questioning it.

I grumbled under my breath, but couldn’t keep up the charade on my own and smiled. Kelsey was such a sweet guy. I was lucky to have him.

My smile was promptly erased when I finally plucked up the courage to step onto the scale. 230lbs. Oof. I’d put on over 30 pounds since moving in. They say love makes you fat, I guess they were right. I was glad Kelsey didn’t seem to mind quite yet, but I was scared if I kept on in the direction I was going the complaints would start coming in, that he would find me ugly and not want to be with me any more.

All throughout my childhood, mom would make a point that I needed to be careful over calories, she would scold me if she caught me snacking without permission. The fattest kids would always get bullied in school back then, and even now there’s all these ads about losing weight, how-to videos and macho fads about getting down to zero percent body fat… it was a lot. It felt like society at large had it in for anyone who ate too much, all while trying to sell you the tastiest, most calorie dense, most addictive food at the lowest prices. It felt like a scheme to me, like they wanted to sell you tasty food just so they could sell you weight loss books, videos, courses, products and of course drugs on your way out. Only to start the cycle all over again.

I hated it. I never understood it. What did it really matter if you were fat anyway?

The thought didn’t stop me from fearing it though. I grimaced at the mirror again. It didn’t matter what I thought about it, the otter in the mirror was unmistakably getting chubby, no matter what Kelsey said. And if I wasn’t careful I’d balloon in the comfort of this relationship, and Kelsey would no doubt replace me with a younger, slimmer model.

Even the idea of it got me nervous.

Kelsey and I were sitting side-by-side on the couch when the pizza arrived, my thick tail curled around his waist and I kissed his cheek until he hopped up to go get it. My t-shirt seemed especially tight today, I didn’t know if it was all in my head or not, but when Kelsey had returned with our food I found I’d lost my appetite. The pizza smelled great and I wanted to chow down, but it felt like devouring this meal would be another step on my road to ugliness and boyfriend-less-ness.

Gingerly, I tore off a slice of pizza and bit into it. The cheese was perfectly melted and the dough the ideal thickness and texture. It was delicious but I ate the slice, bite by bite, going as slow as I could. I savoured it, but less out of joy and more longing, I had decided to only eat a couple slices and then call it quits.

Kelsey, meanwhile, slim as he was, ate like a champ. He was two slices deep and dipping his side of wedges into barbecue sauce by the time I was done with my first. No wonder he didn’t think ordering so much takeout was a big deal, he was one of those people who could eat and eat and barely put on a thing. He was, maybe, a few pounds up from when I moved in, but it was barely noticeable at all. It wasn’t like that for me, maybe Kelsey was in denial about my weight. I kissed him on the cheek again and he beamed at me. What a sweetheart. I went for my second slice with the drowning hesitation of someone faced with their last meal.

It was on Kelsey’s third slice that he noticed.

“Babe, you’ve barely touched your food, what’s up?”

“Oh, it’s just, um. I was thinking I could save most of it for tomorrow. I’m not really that hungry.”

Kelsey put down his slice and set his plate on the side table. He put a paw on my thigh and rubbed up and down in an attempt to comfort me. “But you haven’t had a bite since lunch. Aren’t you feeling well?”

“It’s not that, it’s…” I sighed. I knew I should just be honest but, considering our conversation earlier, I was betting he’d make a fuss about it. “I know you said I’m not, but if I keep eating like this I’m gonna get fat.”

Kelsey hummed. I set my food aside. He placed a paw on my belly.

“And would that make you sad?”

It was the first time anyone had asked me how I felt about my weight, without some presupposition that one weight, one size or shape was somehow inherently worse or better than another. I stammered for a second. I didn’t really understand the question.

“Well, I don’t want to get ugly and-”

“Who said anything about ugly?”

“I mean, I’d get all fat and-”

“That’s not the same thing.” His paw had found its way under my shirt to press gently against me, fur to fur.

There was a heat in my cheeks. He had leaned in and his muzzle wasn’t far from mine.

“No.” I said. “It’s not. It’s just, the way things are it seems like most people think that way and I guess…”

“You thought I’d think the same?” he asked. I nodded. He chuckled, rubbed my belly. “Well, I don’t.”

“You’d still find me pretty if I got fatter?” I asked. He nodded. “You wouldn’t stop loving me?”

“What the hell!” He pushed his muzzle against mine and kissed me. Just like earlier, it got me worked up, made me daydream of his wet tongue working away somewhere lower. Afterwards, he spoke again: “Of course I’d still love you.” His gray, spotted tail had weaved its way below to curve around my ankle.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “So you don’t mind a little more weight. But, what if I got really fat.”

“Babe, stop worrying. It wouldn’t be a problem at all. In fact, I- Uh, nevermind.” All of a sudden he turned his head away.

“Hey, what’s up? What were you going to say?”

“Well… to be honest?” He turned back to me, ears flat, anticipating a poor reaction. “I think fat people are really sexy.”

Suddenly hunger returned to me, both for food and for Kelsey. I’d lived surrounded by people, assumptions and messaging that had hammered the opposite of what Kelsey said into me again and again. Deep down I knew it was dumb, but I’d never actually heard anyone say anything like what he had just said. I literally didn’t know that was a thing. I got hard just hearing it.

“Wait, really?” I asked. He nodded and nodded. I smiled. My mind was vivid with visions of futures I had no idea until now could exist for me, with self-images that weren’t based on other’s comfort but my own. “Like really, really?”

“Yes! Are you making fun of me?”

“No, not at all! I’m just- That actually made me really happy. Look! I’ll prove to you I’m serious.” I grabbed my pizza from where I’d set it down and greedily wolfed down my second slice. When I went for a third he put a paw on my arm to stop me. For just a moment I thought I was wrong about everything, that this heart to heart was some kind of prank after all.

“Wait,” he said.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can… Can I feed you?”

My trapped erection throbbed. I looked down to find him tenting his sweatpants. Holy fuck. Living with Kelsey had been amazing, but it was about to become even better. This was heaven on Earth.

I nodded. Kelsey took the pizza box, tore off a slice and fed it to me bite-by-bite, giving me a belly-rub the whole time.

“Th-that wasn’t too weird for you, was it?” He asked, nervous in a way I’d never seen him before. It was cute.

I shook my head. “Honestly? That was kinda hot.”

A sudden energy surged through him, he beamed wide and he kissed my cheek four times in a row. “You mean that?”

“You should feed me the rest of the pizza.”

In a matter of minutes all worries about putting on weight had been pushed from my mind, in fact I welcomed it, why not? Food tasted good, being soft felt great, and Kelsey thought it was sexy! Win, win, win.

“Hell yes.” His paw dipped to my groin and he found my hardness trapped beneath the denim. “I’ll feed you the sides too.” It wasn’t a question. My dick throbbed.

“Don’t forget the ice cream.”

“I would never!” He was purring at this point.

“And afterwards…”

“Yeah?”

“You should suck me off while rubbing my belly.”

“Fuck yes!