It Started with a Soft Smile - Chapter 3
#3 of It Started with a Soft Smile
A look back into Rhys' past relationship with Derek, and some fond memories of a belly long gone.
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Derek had know what was going on ever since the first day of classes. The bear, Adam, the folf's roommate, was an easy pick. He was broad, lonely, gay, a perfect choice for a mate and a potential gainer, and so of course Derek, in his giddiness, spread the word as soon as he could. That had been his first mistake. Adam was a sweet guy, closed off, sure, but he always seemed to take extra care with Derek; spending more time on tutoring him, hanging out with him on the weekends, and staying up late playing video games with him, it was as though he were flirting with the smaller folf, but through his actions instead of his words.
Derek was in love. He had been in love before of course, being the adventurous type that he was, but it had never been like this, or so it seemed to him. Whenever Adam would stay with him, or help him out, Derek's heart fluttered and his tongue grew dry. It was only in times like these where he spoke fewer words than his companion, he could have listened to Adam for hours on end, talking about math or commenting on his newest book, though the latter was rare as Adam was not a true fan of reading. It was when the lion stepped in that Derek started to grow silent. It wasn't obvious at first, that Adam had been dating Rhys, but as soon as the pudge started coming on, it wasn't much of an extension for Derek to assume what had transpired, and he was sure to sniff out all of the details. He was furious that Rhys had stolen his mark. Rhys, who had been explicitly told by Derek that he had the full intention of asking Adam out, had betrayed him, and while Derek was careful not to show the anger he felt towards their relationship when he spoke to either of them, it had slowly welled up inside him, growing in size along with Adam's belly.
Over the past three months, Derek had seen Adam and Rhys' relationship blossom with affection. Adam constantly spoke of Rhys, and Rhys, whenever he would run into Derek, would never fail to inform Derek that their relationship was "The best that he had ever been in." Each time they crossed paths, Derek would take a long gander at the tattoos on Rhys' biceps, the same tattoos that encircled his very own, and hope that Rhys would recognize his intention. The linkage in tattoos between Rhys and Derek were not merely a coincidence. It had been years ago when Derek and Rhys went to the same high school, Derek a young, unsuspecting freshman, and Rhys a strong, looming junior, that Rhys had asked Derek to his junior prom, and from that, in a very similar fashion to Adam and Rhys' relationship now, their love had blossomed, along with Derek's weight.
It wasn't easy, especially in high school, to be overweight, especially since Derek was only a small 5' 5 as a freshmen as a result of his fox blood. His belly was easily visible as soon as he had gained a fair amount of weight. While there wasn't much teasing because of Rhys' defensiveness, the lion could not protect the poor pup all the time, especially because of their difference in grade. In class he would be picked on, and it truly hurt him. No matter how many belly rubs or kisses Rhys would give, the teasing was always in the back of his mind. It had grown worse and worse over the year that they had been together as Derek grew himself for Rhys' pleasure, and by the time Rhys broke up with him to go off to college, Derek had been one hundred pounds overweight with a belly that was round, yet soft, with only a bit of sag to it, a build that Rhys loved but rarely was able to find. This breakup had jammed its way into his permanent memory, and it is this trauma that prompted Derek to dye his orange fur a deep royal blue so that he might forget all of the trouble that Rhys had caused him. He didn't remove the tattoos though, Rhys got them with him the night of the lion's senior prom so that they may alway remember each other. It was a part of him now.
On the day before Rhys put an end to their relationship, Derek got his reward for coming so far. On this rare occasion, Rhys had driven over to Derek's house, the folf's parents were away for the weekend, taking a short vacation in the next state over. It started off nice and polite; Rhys had come in, Derek had ordered two large pizzas, and Rhys massaged his thick belly with glee while they waited for the doorbell to ring. It was then that Derek would lay down on his couch and Rhys would straddle him, the curve of Derek's belly meeting Rhys' trim body right below the belly button. He would pull a table close to the couch to hold the two pizzas, and slowly feed Derek slice by slice until he was stuffed full after a whole pie and another half, along with three fourths of a two liter soda bottle; Rhys would gladly finish the rest. Rhys would go back to rubbing his mate's overstuffed belly, laying kisses all around, and squeezing the folf's love handles and moobs; Rhys always loved a soft chest. The folf would murr in both slight discomfort and immense pleasure from his stuffing. He was the lion's personal pig, nice and fat, ready to win a blue ribbon prize.
Rhys took off his shirt first, and then undid his pants before helping the bloated folf out of his clothes as well. Derek was blushing more than he ever had before; they had never had sex before, and he was certain that it was imminent. Derek murred as Rhys removed his boxers, revealing his well endowed feline cock for only a moment before only its tip peaked out behind the mound that was Derek's belly. He felt the lion's warmth press firmly against the curve of his belly, and could feel his own cock burning to be let loose as it was pinned under Rhys' ass; the pressure of being forced down was both frustrating and extremely erotic. Finally, after laying kisses down from Derek's double chin to his belly button, the lion flicked his tail excitedly and freed the folf's canine cock, which was already at full mast. Rhys pressed himself forward, pushing their hard members against each other and pinning them between Rhys' abs and Derek's stuffed belly. Rhys kneaded Derek's belly and purred until his purrs turned into soft moans. Derek moaned with him, loving the feeling of the lion's claws pressing into his stuffed belly. "You're such a good pig, my little folf," he said affectionately, once again squeezing the hybrid's moobs, forcing a moan out of Derek. The folf tried his best to oink for Rhys, the lion loved it when he did that, but his attempt was lost between moans, and it was only moments later that Rhys started to rub his feline cock against the hybrid's. Derek could already feel his knot forming, but he tried his best to hold back as their cocks rubbed against each other. That's when Rhys moved his gaze even lower.
The lion was quick to toss Derek onto his belly, which in its stuffed form lifted him awkwardly off of the couch by a noticeable bit. Rhys massaged Derek's ass, and before going any further, looked for an affirmative nod from his mate, which was quickly given. Lifting himself up on the couch ever so slightly, the lion slowly pushed his cock into the small folf's tight ass, both hands grasping his love handles as he thrust in as gently as he could. Derek gave off a small whimper of pain, but it quickly turned into a loud, drawn out moan of pleasure. "You like your extra stuffing sweet folfy?" Rhys asked affectionately. The hybrid could do nothing but moan in response, his tail held as straight as could be. Rhys slowly moved in and out, rubbing and squeezing the sides of the folf's belly as he did so, and even giving it a slap every now and then. The lion moaned with pleasure, he had never felt this way before, it was only his first time and he felt lucky as ever to have someone so fat to fuck. Derek was close to cumming, he knew that if Rhys didn't shoot first, he would, and he really wanted to be second. Rhys began to grunt and thrust faster, shaking the fat folf's belly which was rubbing against the curve of his cock. Derek could feel his knot growing in size, and his moans grew louder, as with the lion's. With a mighty roar the lion forced his seed into his pig's belly, and Derek did the same, coating his underbelly and couch. They were both panting, Rhys slumped against Derek's back, rubbing his belly gently. Derek had never felt so happy.
That night was years ago.
After the breakup Derek was forced to lose the weight. No matter how much he loved his belly, he could no longer live on with the constant teasings and nagging by his parents, and so with a large amount of determination, Derek set himself out to become a soccer player. Of course, in his current condition, Derek couldn't just go up to the coach and be put on the team, his run was a walking pace, even getting up a flight of stairs was a challenge. Every day the folf exercised, and his parents were more than happy to help; they bought dumbbells, workout videos, even a treadmill, though his father exclaimed that he would use it too. By senior year he had not made it on the soccer team, nor did him in his freshman year of high school, but the hybrid was determined nonetheless.
Derek was always proud of his effort, and would occasionally look down at his new body, as trim as Rhys' when he had first met him, and with muscled biceps too; he had thinned away what was left behind of his relationship with Rhys, and built himself back up as a new man, new body, new fur, everything.
Derek was now worried about his roommate. Adam was growing, just like he had, but the folf feared that Rhys would bring this poor bear to an entirely new level. While Derek could not deny that Rhys was affectionate, he knew well enough that the lion could go overboard sometimes when it came to gaining, and he didn't want Adam to get hurt as he had been hurt. Derek pondered their current relationship, but he couldn't help but remember that Rhys was just doing what he was going to do to the bear anyway, just, as far as the hybrid could assume, on a larger scale. The thought of this made him stir in his sheath.
The hybrid looked down at his trim middle and smiled, remembering how big he had once been. Looking back on his younger days, he came to the realization that he couldn't stay mad at the lion forever, and that it was indeed his own fault that Adam had been taken from him because of his bragging to Rhys about what a catch he would make. He thought of all of this, and made his decision.
If Rhys was really going to go all out on Adam, Derek wanted to be a part of it.