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This Story will contain the following: M/M, Weight Gain/Magical Weight Gain, Sexual Intercourse, Cum Inflation, Excessive Cum, and Size Difference.

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The leaves had begun to change color upon this first day of fall, the weather was pleasant and cool, and the sun's radiant warmth shone down upon the town of Shieldsdale, a town with one of the largest Adventurer's Guild locations in the region, and thus, it was equally as active, hustling and bustling with various different furs, but one stood out the most as he lumbered across the street to the guild's large double doors.

He was a brute, standing much taller than the averagely sized fur by several feet, a metallic helmet set upon his head, covering his face in its entirety. Upon his torso, hips, and legs was similarly heavy plating, where a large mace rested clipped to his back. By the shape of his horns, and his black-furred bovine tail, the behemoth was clearly a bull. He walked to the front desk, where he spoke in a deep, guttural tone "I was summoned here for a job. Where do I wait?" He asked, straight-forward and as blunt as the massive hunk of metal strapped to his back. The bunny behind the desk responded to his inquiry with a pleasant tone "You may go and wait in meeting room three, your partner for the job should arrive any minute, Striker!" She informed him, her lips possessing a smile as like with many other members of the guild, she knew Striker quite well. He was seemingly aggressive, but his forceful demeanor matched well with his track record. He got results and was never exactly rude to the staff of the guild, more so that he was seemingly uneducated as far as a book-learner might consider.

It wouldn't be very long before the bunny quest-handler entered the meeting room that Striker had been occupying, his gaze soon met with a much smaller figure, an otter-ferret mix who stood at a fairly short five feet tall, wearing a dark violet cloak that was clearly fairly expensive based upon its color alone, as well as tan-colored leather armor upon his torso that went down to his hips, and pants fitted to his smaller stature. He was most certainly a mage by the looks of him, something that made Striker narrow his eyes lightly. Before they could get into any bout of discriminatory comments based upon the others apparel and apparent occupational training, the bunny then held out a larger map to the bull as she began to explain their bounty, "Denver, and Striker, your objective is to clear the dungeon-class area known as Aldegard. There should be some goblins which are feuding with undead there. It has made the nearby road somewhat dangerous for travelers as well as merchants to pass through. The reward will be fifty gold pieces as long as you ensure that there aren't any more of either sort of creature left over afterwards. Are you both up to the quest?" She asked, looking up from her pad of paper to gaze between either of them.

Striker simply nodded, the aggressive-looking bull remaining with his arms crossed over his chest before he briefly glanced over in the mage's direction. Denver was certainly interested and nodded some himself, "Y-Yes, ma'am. I assure you I am more than prepared for this task! It shall be an easy one.. Given our friend's, uhh.. Overwhelming physique here.." The otter spoke, gazing up in the direction of his soon-to-be partner. Parts of him felt annoyed that he had to share the reward in the first place, but upon meeting his gaze with the red-eyed bull, he found himself rather intimidated by the brutish bovine's strong appearance. Either way, he knew that he would have to get over his nerves, for he'd be working with Striker whether he liked it or not.

The bunny clapped her hands once with her excitement, not giving either of them the chance to rethink their decisions. Given she'd handed Striker the map, she let him keep it, soon making her way from the room whilst Striker took to examining the parchment she'd handed him that would be the map. He got a good look at it before he tucked it away into his travel pouch that was attached to his belt, the top of said pouch clicking shut after he'd closed it. He then began to take heavy-hoofed footsteps towards the door "Come. I know the way now." His gravelly tone encouraged, his massive hand motioning the much smaller otter to follow him. He exuded strength, maybe even to the point that he was perceived to be lacking in intelligence due to its excess, even as he "led" the otter mage out of the expensively-decorated guildhall and out in the direction they ought to be heading, expecting the smaller mammal to just follow him around like a lost puppy. He had a job to do, and mage or not, he was going to clean that dungeon out.

As Striker stood at seven feet tall, he towered over the ferret easily, casting a shadow behind him as he walked, giving the much smaller otter shade, but for the moment, that was the only courtesy he offered. Striker strode at his normal pace, one that might be a tad fast for a smaller fur like Denver who possessed smaller, less muscular legs "What's the big deal, huh? You could at least wait for me, brute! Heavens, to think I'd be paired with the likes of you.. Well, surely it'll be a breeze, if you're as strong as you are.. warming, we'll be through with this in no time." The otter tried to make light of their less-than-ideal first impression. Though, parts of him did still harbor some bias and resentment towards Striker. He was clearly irritated that he himself had not been handed the map. Striker picked up on this cue as he responded with "You clearly don't want to share, little mage. Why would I give you the map? So you could run off with it?" He spit back through his helm, fully expecting Denver to be some sort of a money-hog like he'd known other mages in the past to be. He clearly harbored his own opinions about the otter just as he held prejudices against himself. He showed no intention of cooperating with the little otter mage any more than he absolutely had to. They were money-grabbing vermin who shoved their faces in books all day rather than doing any real work. He figured Denver would be much the same. He continued to lead at his same pace, still holding no regard for Denver's smaller stature. Even just at this rate, he begrudgingly accepted that they'd probably have to make this an overnight trip.

Denver responded with an incredulous tone "R-Run off with it? What do you take me for, a thief? It's only fair someone of your intellect would draw such conclusions without any evidence or grounds.. Hmph, let's just get this over with." The otter begrudgingly continued alongside the bull. He felt a little hot from Striker's premature assumption of himself, though he recognized that he had been doing just the same up until this point. Most of the proceeding journey for the day was accompanied only by the sounds of the bull's heavy footfalls and eventually Denver's tired breathing. They were walking for hours before the tired little otter mage finally spoke up "C-Could we take a break, bull? I-I.. Don't think I could continue on, at least not for tonight.." He said with a slight gasp for air accompanied by his winded breathing, knowing that the tension between them hadn't subsided in all that time.

The bull grumbled softly to himself before he let out a sigh "Fine. We stop here." He said, taking off his rather enormous set of adventuring gear, taking out the necessary components to start a fire before he went to collect kindling momentarily. And in a few moments' time, they had fire. He then reached into his pack and handed Denver a large, cloth-covered ration of bread, clearly meant for larger furs like Striker, but it seemed that he was intent on Denver having it all just the same, as he himself had his own to eat in his other hand "Eat. I need you alive by the time we return, little mage." He instructed firmly, almost like a watchful guardian telling a child to eat their dinner. He was harsh, brutish, and above all else, even more blunt than his mace. Now, he was showing that he didn't hate the otter, proving that he was far less inconsiderate than he'd originally appeared. He then took out his own portion of food before he removed his helmet, setting it aside and showing off his visage. He held a defined jawline, as well as a strong chin and cheekbone structure. For a bull, he was rather handsome, and even Denver couldn't deny such. But the bull decided to simply look into the flames absentmindedly, not further speaking to Denver unless he was spoken to. The otter was hesitant to accept the help from the bull, but his growling stomach was dictating that he ought to listen to what the brute had dictated to him. It was much larger than any normal portion for himself, but he began to eat his fill just the same. He sat down against a nearby tree, eating his food before his ears lightly flicked whilst he caught a glimpse of Striker. He hated himself for finding Striker charming.. At least in appearance. He then spoke up "S-So, why take up such a job? You don't strike me as the type to just accept any old assignment. Or am I just hoping that there's more to you than that?" He asked, bits of bread falling from his maw. He didn't like eating in silence, so he figured he ought to try conversation again, seeing as Striker was the only other person around.

Striker took a large bite out of his ration and chewed lazily, responding with his mouth partially full, though he was still understandable when he spoke, "I need money, and crushing monsters is the easiest thing to do." He spoke simply, adding no fluff to his response. He then directed his gaze over to Denver "Why do you need the job?" He asked in return. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, such was obvious, but he wasn't necessarily as dull as one might originally consider him to be. He was just about as educated as one could expect out of a big, able-bodied, and clearly working-class-descended adventurer to be. His expression was otherwise blank as he looked over to Denver, appearing almost stoic. The otter figured they were of similar interest, and spoke with fatigue in his tone, frankly slightly irritated that the bull seemed to be tireless by comparison "I suppose we're in the same boat. I need the coin, and I'm knowledgeable enough to hold off on my own. Having you around just makes my job less of a task. Speaking of.. Thanks for the bread. I had skipped lunch before coming out here, guess I was hungrier than I thought." And after finishing his food, he got up, stretching some before he would unpack some of his own things and take out a makeshift sleeping bag "I'm gonna try getting some sleep, you should do the same, bull.. Night." He said before he would finally turn in for the night. Striker rested his back against a tree and slept in short naps throughout the night, sleeping lightly to ensure no ambushes would occur as they weren't terribly far from Aldegard.

By the time morning came, the guttural tone of Striker filled the otter's ears as he spoke up "Morning, little mage." He watched as Denver slowly stirred as the crack of dawn slowly widened into the brightness of day. Once he knew that Denver was awake however, the brutish bull wasted no time in beginning to pack everything back up, for either of them. And as Denver was beginning to wake up, he responded groggily "Hmm.. Good morning, bull. You're up rather early, guess that means you're prepared to continue?" He asked, yawning every few words, proving that he truly wasn't a morning person. Even during his training in magic, Denver had never been one for waking up early. And when he finally put his supplies back in his pack, he asked Striker "How much further until we reach the ruins, do you reckon?" He asked, soon met with a rather plain response from the bull, "About noon. Not too far." He said, picking up his pack before he also grabbed the otter mage, setting the smaller fur on his armored shoulders so that they would actually get there when he'd suggested they might. Denver might've stuck to being stubborn and may have even begun to resist being carried, but he didn't think walking so long on his paws would leave him anything other than exhausted by the end of their walk, so he relented. So, he held onto the bull's horns for the rest of their journey. And once those few hours had passed, Striker finally set the little mage down onto the ground, signifying their arrival.

"Keep your wits about you and try not to die on me." Denver spoke, a faint trace of concern for the bull's wellbeing in his tone. And of course, Striker responded accordingly, "I am not a child.. And I know a trap when I see one!" He roared the second half of his sentence, tearing his mace from his back and smashing it into a small hole in the wall, leaving not only his mace but also the larger hole he'd made soaking in red. From there, the excessive use of force on Striker's part helped them get through fairly easily, Denver only having to use magic every now and again to back Striker up when he was flanked, but that's why they'd sent two adventurers, after all. And in no time at all, the undead had been laid back into their graves and the goblins found a new resting place. But as they entered the final chamber, there was far more than just fifty pieces of gold, there was quite a bit of it, though Striker had no issue in carrying the majority of it in his large pack, it's part of why he'd brought it, after all. But what caught Denver's eye was something different. A book on a pedestal on the far wall, pulsing with magic that he could sense, and Striker not being a mage, could not. He scurried his way over as Striker finished loading up the gold to split up later, reaching for the book after he was sure it wasn't trapped and opening it up. The book itself wasn't an object of magical power, but rather relayed to Denver a map in the arcane language "Holy-.. I-I think I've seen these symbols before! Hmm.. It might take some time to decipher them completely.. But I'm sure this book holds great power!" Denver exclaimed as he began to read. Once everything was squared away in his pack, Striker patted the otter's head lightly as he read the book, causing the otter to blush. He then got towards the end and said "W-Well, should we get going? It seems as though our time together ends here, unless you'd accompany me with this book. It's a map! And you should come, you found it after all!" His voice showed some care and concern not just for the book in his paws, but also for the time they'd shared together, even if it was currently rather short-lived.

His questions earned a nod of Striker's head, followed by a simple, although expected question, "Where?" He asked, the little otter mage growing on him, and so he decided to keep their little quest together going a little while longer. And of course, he invited Denver to ride on his shoulders again, simply for the ease of them getting there quicker. And Denver, of course, accepted such an offer, climbing up the bulky and muscular frame of the bull to again sit on his shoulders before he used a spell to transfer the knowledge of the location to Striker "T-There.. Whew, you should know where the location is now? It was a simple transference process.. Now then, let us continue!" He spoke before the bull lightly nodded and carried him on their way. In about an hour, they arrived at the mysterious entrance into the true vault of a far more powerful magical item. Within the book, Denver learned that he had to cast a detection spell as well as speak an incantation at the same time, "Seems I need to repeat these words, and the path will accept us as worthy.. Right, stand back, Striker." He advised, which he did after letting Denver climb back down his burly body. Once he was on the ground, Denver then began the incantation "Hearts speak true, mind and body alike.. Gah, athue as'dinka parru! We seek the truth, your nectar, your grath gadi!" His breath growing heavy as he was forced to speak the ancient language he'd learned from his magical teacher, causing him to have to technically double cast to complete the requirements to gain entry. And as the process was successfully completed, the rocks obscuring the entrance magically moved, permitting them entry. Before them was a short hallway with a large, wooden chest that was locked at the end of it, and thanks to Striker, the chest wasn't an issue to get through. Striker then stood back so that Denver could inspect the artifact. It was a golden amulet with a glowing red eye upon it which seemed to watch whoever was gazing upon it. He carefully picked it up and examined it before he would put it around his neck, unaware of what the amulet truly did.

Even if it appeared to be harmless, this was actually a cursed artifact called the Amulet of Ravenous Hunger, and for those who wore it, upon initially picking it up, and every other night after that, they would grow a bit bigger and far more ravenous, eating all the food they can fit down their gullet that's in the area around them until they were over-stuffed. Once they reached such a threshold, the amulet would hastily cause the bearer to digest half of their stuffing immediately, whilst the other would remain to digest at a normal pace in their significantly fatter bellies. The only way to obstruct its will, however, would be to truly embrace and enjoy gaining, where the effects lessened to a hunger that would be regular in a fatty. And now that it sat upon Denver's neck, his body began to develop lean muscles that he'd not once possessed prior to this very moment, only being truly recognizable as they reached the entrance of the vault. Striker raised a brow and asked him "..Are you feeling alright, Denver?" He asked, finally using the otter's name properly as he noticed the changes. Denver, of course, didn't think the amulet was anything bad, given he'd spontaneously developed some muscles he didn't used to have, "Do I feel alright? Gods no.. I feel amazing~! Though.. I am getting rather hungry.. Do you have any extra rations on you?" He asked, looking around to the bull's back eagerly "P-Please tell me there's more food? I am famished, bull.." He said, growing desperate for food as his clothing was now ill-fitting somewhat due to his new musculature. Striker then reached into his pack and pulled out a few more of the large rations, holding them over towards Denver, who began tearing into all the food that Striker had on him, essentially. Bread, dried meat, all meant to be eaten over the course of a few days for the bull was now being greedily scarfed down by the otter mage before him, which eventually led to Denver plopping his ass back onto the ground, his stomach causing his armor to pop open the front of his armor some from his excessive and sudden binge "C-Could you carry me again? I-I feel a bit tired, honestly.." He said, his gusto gone as soon as it had come as his normal form soon returned. And of course, Striker obliged. Striker then hoisted the otter back onto his shoulders where he honestly believed he belonged at this point, his belly squishing against the thick, muscular neck of the bull. And due to not having to stop or slow down, Striker was able to jog back to Shieldsdale, arriving with the otter just after nightfall. As Denver slowly awoke, Striker told him "We'll go to the guild hall when it opens tomorrow." He said, Denver slowly nodding his head as he became more attentive to his surroundings "I'm going to get us an inn, and I expect you to eat dinner, too." He again dictated to Denver.

Striker then entered a tavern with Denver, having set the now slightly pudgy otter down to walk with him to the counter where Striker ordered a room with an extra large bed in it, figuring he could just sleep in a corner if need be. He then placed the gold necessary on the counter for payment before Denver finally said "I-I'll have dinner, bull.. D-Don't worry.. Let's find a table. I'd rather not eat with a crowd, even if the crowd is rather small.." He said, looking to the few patrons remaining this late in the night before he looked over to the unoccupied far corner area. Striker ordered a few larger meals before he set another handful of gold coins down for the food, then he followed behind the otter for once, letting him pick out the table he wanted. Even if he was getting larger again as per the amulet he unknowingly obeyed, he was still rather timid in the face of the public, acting like Striker hadn't just paid for the three largest meals they had out loud. About a half-hour later, the two were met in their small corner of the tavern with three, platter-sized plates by the standards of normal furs. Striker began to eat some of one of them, but the other two were solely left for Denver. And as he would've normally interjected and refused, he couldn't stop himself from focusing on the food rather than the fact that the bull had purchased it for him. Striker then said, "You will have a big dinner so that you don't have to be hungry again.", proving that both of those massive meals were for him. Denver blushed at such a recollection "Again? Like that snack from before? Yeah it was.. A little strange, but it isn't something I normally do.. I honestly don't know what came over me, I guess I was just hungrier than I thought!" He said, laughing off any concerns he had as he wished to forget about the whole situation all together. Striker had taken his helmet off to eat, flashing Denver a proper smile at last as he said "Well then, I'm glad that I'm going to get you an adequate meal here. If you'd like any more I'd be glad to get you it." He offered, then motioning to the food as it arrived "Eat, Denver. I don't want you gnawing on me while we sleep." He teased, chuckling softly and petting Denver's head gently.

Denver found himself involuntarily nuzzling against the pull's petting once more, a faint blush coating his soft cheeks. He didn't need to be told twice to eat thanks to the amulet though, and he began to really stuff himself just like he had before, Striker eating at a more relaxed pace himself. The bull then watched the otter almost aggressively stuff his face with the morsels before him, grabbing handfuls of the foods and quickly stuffing what he could into his maw, despite having eaten so much just a few hours earlier, not to mention enough for half a week's food for a bull, for the gods' sake! But he still wasn't satisfied! The area around them was filled with his loud and frankly rather messy, as well as greedy gulping and chewing "Mmfh..~ This is delicious! Thanks so much for dinner, Striker~! It's so good~!" He said, continuing to messily stuff his face as the pendant demanded of him to continue to do, and once the two meals were gone, Striker had managed to finish his own food, asking him "Satisfied?" As he looked over to the Otter and his emptied plate. The otter then answered "Satisfied? I-I suppose so, though, I could possibly go for another round.." He said, clearly finding a small amount of greed welling up within himself as he saw an electric yellow potion in the bull's grasp. To adventurers, it was easy to recognize that the potion in the bull's possessions was a haste potion, once that quickens the consumer's bodily processes, such as healing, or as it would be used in this case.. Digestion. Striker had clearly taken it out with the intention of giving it to the otter, and wordlessly pushed it into the Otter's paws, a smirk tugging mischievously at the edges of the bull's lips. Denver, seemingly possessing full trust in what Striker was doing, would then respond with "If this'll help me, I'll gladly drink it!" He spoke, an innocent tone to his voice as most of the potion flowed past his lips in but a few seconds.

And as soon as the last drop he cared to consume hit his tongue, the potion's fast-acting properties went into full effect. Where once there was a large, overstuffed gut now began to change into a pudgy paunch, his belly quickly flopping over his waistband as his furry features began to grow visibly plusher. His belly was delightfully soft as it now was visible despite his clothes for a different reason than just fullness, his arms and legs developing a thin layer of fat to them as his chin began to soften along with his cheeks. It frankly made the otter more cuddly in appearance. But as the last of the changes commenced and his belly had digested its contents, a soft belch pushing past his lips, earning his softer cheeks a tint of red in embarrassment, but it didn't hold him back whatsoever from his query which soon followed "E-Excuse me.. Do you mind if I get another meal? The potion kinda.. Kicked in sooner than I'd anticipated.." He said, a lighter blush persisting on his cheeks as he realized momentarily that he'd just eaten so much but had already asked for more. But with the furthering of the smirk upon the bovine lips of his partner, it didn't last long as he began to realize that for one reason or another, Striker was interested in this new series of waves of hunger that had befallen his small partner. He nodded to Denver with that smirk still present plain as day as he got up and set more gold on the counter as he ordered the food. When his lumbering hoofsteps soon reached the table he'd left the pudgy otter at, he finally decided to address something with the otter as he sat "You're getting quite soft now, little mage.. What if you helped me and.. Payed me back for my efforts in fighting off these little hunger waves of yours?" He asked, the mischief in his expression soon spreading to his gaze as a glint of such filled the deep carmine eyes of the bull as he looked over the otter. Denver was already getting quite round, and as far as Striker was concerned, he figured he'd only be getting bigger from here on out.. Though striker did quite fancy a soft little snack like the otter was turning out to be. And as they waited on the food, Denver responded in blissful ignorance, "Many thanks to you, bull! I'll pay you back however you see fit!" He exclaimed as he was excited that the bull was getting him more food, honestly just thinking that Striker was being a good friend in these strange times after they'd acquired the amulet from that secret vault.

Once the large, platter-sized plates appeared, Denver again went to town, again tearing into his food as if he'd not been able to eat for weeks, frenzied chewing, swallowing, and gulping coming from the otter as he wasted no time in trying to cram as much food as he was offered down his throat to occupy the space within his stomach which some small part of him considered to be wrong if it wasn't consistent full. And in record time, two more large plates of food had been stuffed into his stomach, absentmindedly rubbing his belly in idle as he would tell Striker "Oh my, that was even more delicious the second time! Thank you plenty, good sir~! Now then.. Shall we make our way towards our room?" He asked, knowing full well that they'd probably be sharing a bed.. Even if the two were now completely possessing different expectations for what that could mean. Striker then nodded wordlessly once more, leading the way to their room and setting his things down within, even beginning to remove his armor. And as he did so, he spoke up at last "You know.. I've heard that after big meals, those who aren't accustomed to bigger portions should get a belly rub.. What do you say, Denver?" He asked, his smirk ever persistent as he hoped that the otter would allow the bull to steer him towards the outcome he very much desired. The bull knew now that he truly desired to feel over the "fruits of his labor", so to speak. He didn't expect Denver to deny such a request either, considering his prior offer to do whatever Striker wished to pay him back. The bull could feel it in his bones how much he knew he enjoyed seeing Denver plump up before his eyes, and in his tone, he possessed an amount of eagerness not normal for the bull to display.

In Denver's mind, he may have just seen the bull's desire to be a really good friend, even if that wasn't at all the case. The otter found the bull's offer to be rather tempting, if he ignored how forward he'd been with it. And if he'd had any intention of protesting, his stomach itself interjected as a harsh groaning came from his overstuffed belly "O-oh? I-I suppose a bit of attention wouldn't be harmful. V-Very well then.." He said, the bull then patting his lap as he sat himself upon the bed, clearly meaning for Denver to come and sit on where he'd designated him to, inadvertently ending up straddling the bull, his cheeks once more displaying a soft red hue to them as he would allow Striker to rub his belly, which Striker very eagerly began to do. Denver then noted "I didn't take you to be the caring type, Striker.. B-But I do suppose I do owe you for dinner, s-so let's get this over with.." He said, considering it a form of payment in a sense. And likely to Denver's surprise, the bull's large hands displayed a surprisingly high level of expertise with what he was doing, his digits pressing down against the flab which covered his bloated midsection, though some of it did feel as though he was being felt up every now and again. Striker would chuckle at Denver's lack of consideration of an ulterior motive, responding with "This? This is for you, little mage. My payment shall come a bit later~" He said, and as those words left his mouth, Denver could feel a twitch beneath him as he remained straddled on Striker's lap. And all the while, the rubbing persisted before the bull leaned down and mumbled into the little mage's ear "What's the rush? We have a whole night to do as we please before we go and get our reward~" His tone possessing a far less subtle hint of interest in the smaller fur, and in an even more surprising turn of events for the otter, the handsome bull's lips gently pressed down against his head in a light kiss, making sure that his flirting was sure to grow more clear to the otter from now on.

Denver, of course, had been melting against the muscular form of the bull as his expert belly-rubbing had been heavenly to him. He could even feel his stomach relax and ease some as time went on, his stomach finally calmed enough to properly digest his food. And when he'd felt the bull's bovine lips against his head, parts of him wanted to hug the hunk closer and pull him into a full-on make-out session. But for now, he resisted those urges, at least for the moment, "B-Bull, w-what exactly is it that I can offer you, b-big guy~?" He would ask between soft huffs, letting the bull's hooves continue to knead and massage over his slowly calming midsection. And as he felt the subtle twitches beneath his rear from the bull, he didn't mind sinking gently deeper into his large lap. This, of course, earned a different reaction, one that was likely unsurprising, to be fair. The twitching beneath him led into a proper erection, one which was pressing up under him rather aggressively. In that moment, one of Striker's hands came to cup Denver's developing moob, whispering to his pudgy companion "I want you fat little ass~" He spoke with a lewd tone, his other hand coming to the hem of the otter's undergarments, beginning to pull them down if Denver didn't stop him. In that moment, Denver fully realized that the part of him that wished to kiss the bull was now being given full permission to act upon his desires, and much like in instances before, he didn't need to be told twice. His soft paws reached up to cup the defined jawline of the muscular behemoth and pulled his face down gently, which Striker of course leaned down into, their lips meeting seconds later as they would share their moment of passion, one that would certainly be followed by many others this night.

Denver found the forward nature of the bull to be entirely attractive in this moment, pushing buttons he'd not informed Striker of as his dominant behaviors persisted forth. He didn't stop the bull from stripping him down sensually by hand, his soft whimpering and huffs hushed by their kiss as he could feel not only Striker's excitement pushing up under him, but his own now springing upwards as it was freed from the confines of his clothing. Striker then brought his little lover to rest upon the bed as he continued to make-out with him, his long, slimy bovine tongue pressing into the otter's maw as he forced the smaller mammal into a French kiss as his hands soon came to pull down the hem of his own undergarments, leaving him full nude now as well, his large erection left to finally flop down onto the otter's soft belly, its girth and length easily expected from such a large beast like Striker was. He pulled back from their kiss only a moment so that he could spit onto his hand before he would stroke his cock up and down, lubricating his length as he returned to overwhelming his otter lover with a tongue that could easily fit down his throat and then some. Once he was satisfied, Striker brought his hips back and grasped the soft thighs of his lover, gently squeezing the pleasantly soft flesh of his partner as a glob of pre drooled from his tip in response to the sensation of Denver beneath his hands, proving further the theory of Striker's love for fatties. Eager not to waste any more time, Striker then pressed against Denver's hole, mumbling against the otter's lips "You ready for a real filling, my little fatty~?" He asked, inserting possessive tendencies over the otter into the mix, which only served to please the otter further. The assertive, forceful behaviors of Striker allowing Denver to revel in the bull dominating their lustful actions. His own length was impressive given his height, but he was entirely outclassed by the monster that the bull sported. The loving, tender touches, the passionate making out, and even the bull's magnificently muscular physique served to arouse the smaller fur. And in the consideration of how much he loved how things were turning out, he managed to struggle out words in response, choked up by his own lust, "Y-Yes, I'm.. I'm all yours, b-bull~" He spoke, feeling his own length twitching with anticipation for what would come, as well as what Striker meant when he'd said the words "real filling".

Striker wasted no time in pressing his length in, going slow as he knew he'd certainly be stretching out his little lover, pressing his lips down against Denver's once more as he wished to ensure the comfort of the otter. And when the time did eventually come that he was properly inserted, he slowly began to draw his strong hips backwards before gently pressing them back in, hoping to ease Denver into taking his whole length without too many complications. He knew, though, that over time.. This would all become easier as Denver grew, and now that Denver seemed to enjoy himself with the bull, he'd definitely make sure that the future was full of more delightful gains. He wanted to take him so forcefully that his whole flabby body would be left to jiggle between each thrust, drooling lightly at even the thought of such a future. And in an attempt to reinforce his delight in the otter's gains, his lips soon came down to Denver's larger nipple on his newly developed moob. His large, bovine lips kissed it, his thick tongue licked it, and to further tease him, he even gently nipped his nipple, all whilst his thrusts continued into the otter. His saliva coated his chubby moobs by the end of it, his warm, panting breaths causing further pleasant sensations. He then mumbled down to the otter, his needy, lustful tone persisting "Mmmh.. And you will stay mine.. You will eat your fill every day.. And grow fatter for me..~" He demanded, voicing his goals for the smaller mammal that he doubted would be much smaller than him for very long. And all the while, Denver had been gasping and moaning loudly in response to the insertion and subsequent thrusts. He hadn't realized it before, but he did now. He wanted to be with this bull. Not just for the night, but for many to come. Though for now, it was his turn to give "payment" for his greedy eating, letting the bull passionately have his way with him, not that he wouldn't have done this regardless of context anyways. He felt his soft, chubby body jiggle lightly with each deep, rhythmic thrust. He'd been able to keep his cool.. Until that pesky bull had licked and kissed over his forming moobs, his sensitive nipples having no chance at all against Striker's eager teasing, lustful gasps escaping his throat and pushing out of his maw, his eyes closing as he relaxed his body entirely, offering himself to the aggressive bovine above him, "W-Whatever you'd like, I'll get a-as big and fat as you'd want me..~" He spoke, unable to believe his own words at this point. Did he truly mean to speak the words to please the bull in the heat of the moment? Or did they hold the truth within his heart, that he really didn't mind the idea of becoming covered in soft, buttery flab? Regardless, his words rang true to the bull as he was spoiled by his aggressive lover.

"That's my fat little mage..~" Striker replied, kissing along Denver's chubby jawline before he'd return to forcefully locking his lips with the smaller mammal. And with each thrust by now, Denver could feel the eager bull's cock fill him over and over, deeper and deeper, as his length warmed him from the inside, growing harder with each passing moment. His thrusts were not without reward, though, as his rod began to drool pre into the otter's fat little ass, making his own movements easier to execute within him as they continued. And as soon as this situation donned on his horny mind, Striker wasted no time in taking advantage of it, increasing his pace and force as he pushed deep inside of his lover, feeling the otter's insides tense and clench rhythmically with his movements into him. He was getting in so deep now that the two could easily notice the periodic bulge in Denver's fat belly, no doubt due to how far he was pushing into him. And now that he could fully get inside of him with ease, Denver could feel Striker's larger balls knocking against his soft ass cheeks. Now, it became far clearer what the bull had meant by a larger filling. But the otter as in pure bliss, unaware of the approaching filling he was to receive. He was entirely allowing his newfound lover to have his way, his body rocking back and forth with each lustful hump from the bull into him. The bull's cock poking his belly out periodically was now causing his own length to bob back and forth, leaking precum all over his belly and even onto his chest, his pre mixing with the saliva of the bull that was already present. He could feel the bull's own impressive pre-seed filling him up, his cheeks flushing red with pure, heated passion. And whenever the bull would steal kisses or gropes along his soft figure, he would bring his paws to pull Striker in to steal a few kisses of his own. And as the moments were passing, his length began to throb, feeling himself growing closer to climax from all the movement both inside of himself as well as from his length being moved around so often "B-Bull, I'm- huff -getting really close..~" He admitted, only making the bull more eager, but it also gave him an idea.. A fun little idea, "Well then, why don't you convince me to give you the filling you'd adore~?" He asked with a smirk, wishing to hear Denver beg him for the filling he'd been waiting for. And as he waited for his response, he would kiss and lick along the otter's chubby jawline and neck, hoping to further overwhelm him with affections.

And Denver, of course, had no issue whatsoever in succumbing to the bull's demands, happily obliging. He was panting with need and sweating now from the continued efforts they shared, even if Denver's were lessened compared to the bull's own. He spoke with a tone of desperation, though it was certainly one put on for Striker's enjoyment "P-Please, cum in me, bull. I want to feel that huge cock of yours give me its wondrous load.. I-I want you to fill me up because I'm all yours~!" He declared, seeing the bull smirk, and only feeling more excited and flustered as a result. Each moment brought them closer as his chest and belly was covered in precum by this point. But just as Denver was beginning to get close, the bull decided to finally throw him over that ledge. The bull's load was best described as sudden, if not explosive. It may have started as a more forceful stream of pre, but it soon became a strong current of cum being pumped into him forcefully as he hilted himself inside of Denver's ass, making sure not to waste a drop as he absolutely dumped the contents of his balls into his smaller partner, the difference in their sizes only further accentuated as Denver was filled to the brim for a different reason than before now as his belly was forcefully bloated with the bull's need. And all whilst this filling occurred, Denver was no difference in his enjoyment of the moment, climaxing himself as he let out "F-Fuck, mmmff~", unable to hold himself back any longer as the eager thrusts from the bull caused his length to bob mid-gasm, spraying thick ropes of his heat along the bed and even the dominant bovine above him. The otter moaned out with each large pulse and subsequent bloat of his belly as the bull steadily filled him up. When they had both properly finished, Striker then chuckled softly as he finally bothered to notice the ropes of cum on the bed, as well as on his torso from Denver's climax, teasing the otter-ferret some "Seems like you've gone and made a mess all over the bed with your need, little mage~" He said with a more teasing smirk before he'd slowly pull out of Denver's hole, then moving over to his pack to grab a cloth, cleaning himself off before he'd toss it over to Denver for him to do the same. Though, as he'd managed to fill Denver up, the excess had poured out around his cock, leading Denver's little tail, as well as the bed beneath his rear to be covered in cum, his rear still dripping cum after he'd pulled out. He would then ask the smaller mammal "Now you've seen what I can offer. You'll keep your promise for me, won't you?" He asked, grabbing his cock for emphasis, as well as to further flirt with the otter. And of course, Denver was receptive to the bull, "O-Of course, Striker.. I made a promise to you, a-and I intend to keep it." He spoke, his words spoken as the truth they were as he had a genuine smile upon his lips. He was growing fond of the idea, of getting bigger and softer for the bull, and in turn receiving more and more affections as the bull would be given more of him to love.

The bull, satisfied with the otter's answer, decided then to pick the very full otter up and carried his cum-filled ass to the bathroom, setting him down on his feet in the shower alongside himself before he turned the magically-sourced tap on, gently grasping the otter's soft chin, lifting his gaze up towards himself "That's my chubby little cum slut~" Striker cooed down to his new lover. The horny bull then looked down to the sloshing dome that was Denver's belly after his rather intense filling, something inside of him leading him to ask his already over-filled partner "You wouldn't happen to have any more room in there, would you~?" He asked, grabbing the otter's belly teasingly as it became infinitely clearer just how enamored the bull was becoming with Denver's steadily fattening body. The otter began to realize such things and blushed softly, stammering back "F-For more? I-I think I do, Striker.. W-What do you have in mind for me?" He asked, his face growing even warmer at the thought of it, fully accepting the fact that the very assertive bull wanted him fat, and certainly much sooner than later. To add pudge and flab onto his already soft body by this point, to see him become a big, flabby fat ass covered in belts and rolls of adipose, as greedy and gluttonous as he could possibly be, covered in sweat and grease, only wanting for an over-filled stomach. Striker then grabbed his length, giving it a squeeze before the rather sensitive monster between his legs sprung back to life, its tip soon pushed against the otter's sloshing stomach "You'll have to work for it a bit, but I'm sure a little smartie like you can get the hang of it~ And if you can get it going, you can have as much to drink as you'd like~" He said, then curling his finger under his Denver's chin and lifting his head up to meet his gaze "And besides.. If this doesn't all digest by tomorrow, I can get you another haste potion to make sure it all goes to go use on your sexy ass~" He said, remaining as blunt and forward as he always was. He wanted his chubby little partner to grow fatter as soon as he could, and he would gladly fill Denver with an excessive amount of cum as long as he could get him fatter sooner.

The otter then nodded, bending down a bit before he'd begin to slowly stroke the massive slab of beef before him, keeping his horny brute happy. He would even begin to lean towards the veiny rod, bringing his soft tongue to the tip and drawing it along it to lick and taste his bull's head. Once he was satisfied with its lubrication, he then began to try and take the challenging beast before him into his mouth. He was no stranger to such activities, but the pure excess in the bull's length proved to be a challenge in its own way, as the girth was proving a bit much for the otter. He got it in only a few inches before he found his limit, his tongue wrapping and tasting over the bull's meat as he bobbed his head back and forth on it, giving his best attempt at a blowjob. And as he did such things, his mind wandered to the strange course of events which had now brought the two from possessing prejudices against one another to showing such passionate affections to one another. These thoughts, however, were interrupted as the large hand of the bull came down and rested upon his head, ruffling his hair some. What was most surprising though, was the taste of the bull's precum. It was oddly sweet, possessing an almost sugary taste as his tip drooled down Denver's throat. The bull then advised him "Mouth space isn't everything, little mage, you've got paws for if you can't reach very far.. This'll just be another thing we'll be able to enjoy once your gullet is fat enough to fit it all~" He teased the otter lightly, again looking towards the bright and flabby future that waited for the otter, which was further emphasized by the bull's next comment, "You might not even be able to walk by the end of it..~" He spoke, a lewd tone remaining as he did so. And after hearing his advice, Denver decided to bring his paws to stroke the rest of the bull's length, even squeezing it as best he could as he pumped along its girth, which only earned him a more consistent flow of pre, which he happily gulped down as he tried to milk the bull for every delectable drop of his seed, wanting to empty his hefty orbs. The taste was what drew him to show more vigor in his attention to the bull's rod, it caused him to eagerly lick and suck on it even more than before, each movement of his mouth followed by a subsequent stroke with his paws. He desperately wanted the bull to fill him further as his cheeks once more showed a heated warmth from Striker's teasing with the thoughts of eventual immobility. Such thoughts were starting to interest him now, especially now that Striker was almost outright demanding his fattening from this point on. Maybe it was because of the amulet around his neck, or it could've simply been a true enjoyment of the feeling of having himself a big, full gut. Striker continued to gently ruffle Denver's hair as his efforts persisted "That's it.. That's my good little cum slut..~" He mumbled down to Denver with a pleasured tone, proving to the otter-ferret that he was doing just as good of a job as he'd hoped he was. And to try and egg Denver on further, he also mumbled "The quicker you go with it.. The faster your third course will cum~" He said, his lustful, pleasured tone persisting as his head was beginning to tilt back lightly in his pleasure. And in response, Denver listened to his words, his paws moving along his shaft quicker as his mouth bobbed back and forth even more hastily, gulping down the pre that filled his throat continually. He knew now that he was truly developing feelings for his bull partner. He'd shown Denver care and kindness since they'd met, even if it was a rocky start to begin with. And now.. It was time for him to show even more care and kindness as Denver's love of Striker's package allowed him to feel his hefty balls beginning to clench.. As well as his more frequent throbbing.. Before finally.. The dam broke in Denver's maw. A quicker flow of precum was soon followed by a tsunami of seed being pumped into his face, filling his cheeks and throat as his balls clenched over and over, his length throbbing with each massive spurt. He could feel the excess beginning to spill from the edges of his mouth and down his filled up and chubby cheeks, his stomach forced to visibly expand as the bull's spunk occupied more and more of the space within his belly, more than he'd thought he'd even had. He let out wet, deep gulps as he chugged down every drop as quickly as he could, his sloshing stomach occupying more and more of his lap by the second, before finally, the massive climax from the bull tapered off, cum having poured down his chubby neck and down onto his chubby chest, the otter swallowing a few times even after he'd pulled himself off of Striker's length, making sure that he could keep down as much of the warmth filling his stomach as he could. By this point, he'd come to rest on his rear, panting heavily as they both looked down to Denver's lap-stealing belly. And once he'd ensured that what had made its way into his mouth with stay there, he let out a soft burp, blushing afterwards as Striker then retrieved a cloth, wetting it under the warm water before he'd begin to clean his panting cum dump of a lover up after their second, and arguably more intense second round. He then began to clean the over-stuffed otter by hand, lifting him up careful once he'd finished doing so before he'd set him onto the reinforced counter and began to dry him off as well, showing further that he did possess a caring nature, "You did good for your first time, little mage~ But you better be able to keep more of it in your belly next time~" He flirted to Denver, taking him back to the bed once he'd cleaned that up as well.

The bull then carried Denver to bed, setting him down carefully before he'd move to spoon with his new lover, even hot-dogging his chubby rear with his length as they laid together, Denver deciding to push his chubby body even closer to Striker's large, muscular physique. Striker then kissed Denver's fat cheek, mumbling into Denver's ear "I hope you enjoyed our time as much as I did.. Because now.. I'm going to keep you and your fat ass as my own~" He declared quietly before he'd settle down and get to sleep, leaving the otter with his thoughts. The bull's words resonated with him for the rest of the night. He was excited to see what the coming days would bring. Even if his stomach was now painfully full, he enjoyed seeing his bull happy. But, his slumber didn't begin so soon as he looked down to the amulet. It hadn't activated yet, and it drew him to wonder.. Had he already grown accustomed to it? Or was there something he was missing? He began to think about it for a while before the soft snores of the bull filled his ear, reminding him of the sleep he ought to get. Within a few more moments, he would slumber alongside his new partner, awaiting what tomorrow would bring them.