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The smell of buttery pancakes, eggs, and bacon brought Isaac out of his sleep. With a groggy yawn the lion sat up and began to stretch. Working the kinks and creeks out of his bones Isaac let out a great yawn. Half asleep Isaac fought the urge to turn over and go back to bed by planting his feet on floor and sliding out of bed. Scrounging up a pair of pajama bottoms to put on his naked body Isaac set out to find the source of the delicious smells, one hand scratching over his stomach. The pangs of hunger started to settle onto Isaac as he fully woke up, spurred on by the smell of potential breakfast.

Getting downstairs Isaac followed his nose into the kitchen where he found his husband cooking. Dressed in only a pair of boxer briefs Harold flipped a pancake leaving the smell to waft to Isaac's nose as the grizzly. "Hi baby, glad you're finally up." Harold said looking over their shoulder at the sound of Isaac pulling out a seat to sit down at the kitchen table. Spread out on the table was a large breakfast, a dozen thick fluffy pancakes, a plate of bacon and sausage, two cartons of orange juice, and a heaping plate of eggs with Harold working to add more to it all. "Didn't know what kind of breakfast meat you wanted and you were asleep so I made you both." Harold announced as he brought over a plate of french toast in his right hand along with a shaker of powdered sugar and Isaac's favorite strawberry syrup held in the fingers of his left hand.

Leaning up Isaac planted a big kiss on Harold's cheek before he could pull away. "Both are fine love, but you didn't have to cook so much." he said with a big smile before his stomach let out a big growl.

Smirking Harold playfully swatted his husband's stomach, getting a resounding smack for his trouble. "Your belly says otherwise. Plus I wanted to do something special for you." Harold promised while reaching a hand out and rubbing over Isaac's large middle. Over the years Harold and Isaac had been married his middle grew more and more. First it was a ponch, then as lion's metabolism slowed after college it became a belly and finally a full-blown gut. Harold only seemed to love it and Isaac couldn't say he didn't enjoy it either. Some days he'd lay back and just enjoy the weight and softness he had sitting on top of him. Giving it soft pokes to have it wobble.

With the bear's hand still rubbing over his middle Isaac picked up a fork and started to go to town. Harold had laid out a plate for Isaac and he piled it high with the pancakes. He could feel his mouth water as he watched his for sink to have the pat of melted butter pool in the dimple his fork made before it slid about as he lifted them on his plate. The surface was evenly golden brown and still hot enough to have steam wafting off it. Each decadent pancake had a little pat of butter that would cover the underside of the pancake above it as the butter melted. Adding to the Pancakes he helped himself to a heaping portion of eggs and bacon before pouring himself a glass of orange juice to finish it off. "Aren't you going to eat?" Isaac asked as he polished his fork on his pants leg and got ready to dig in.

Adding an extra pancake to Isaac's plate Harold shook their head "Don't worry, it's all for you." Reaching down he pressed a hand down against Isaac's gut and rubbed their hand all the way down. A flush began to creep up Isaac's face while the hand moved down and under his gut to wobble it. Not one to fuss Isaac leaned forward and began to dig in. "I'd love to watch you eat baby." Harold promised and kissed Isaac on the cheek "But, I have to go shower."

Isaac got into a good rhythm of eating as his husband slipped away. First he cut sizable chunks out of either pancakes or french toast, sifting a layer of powdered sugar and syrup when needed. While he enjoyed the sweet and rich taste of the pancakes he'd quickly bring up a piece of meat to add something savory to his palette. The glass of orange juice was drank sporadically between bites of sweet savory richness before being refilled for the next time.

When his plate was finally cleared of everything but his eggs is when he dug into them. Harold had cooked them the eggs perfectly as to sop up the syrup and butter that was still left on Isaac plate once everything else was gone. The flavors joined to be better than its sum and the perfect end to his plate when combined with a glass of Orange juice to wash it all down.

After his first plate Isaac sat back in his seat and just rubbed his stomach. A burp escaped the lion as he settled himself, the pangs of hunger sated but not fully gone yet. Letting the food settle a while more Isaac simply relaxed before he got back into eat. This time he piled his plate higher.

On his third plate the eating became almost mechanical to feed himself and clean the table. No longer was it about satisfying his biological need for food, but rather pride over the challenge the food presented. He had eaten more and he wouldn't let this beat him.

By his sixth plate Harold was back from the shower and dressed for the day. "Look at you baby, let me get you some more pancakes and orange juice." Harold cheered Isaac on as he rubbed his massive stomach. Harold laid two more cartons of orange juice down on the table and moved to start cooking again. In passing Isaac noticed that Harold had never put up the mixing bowls and ingredients before he went to the shower.

A renewed vigor and hunger that had nothing to do with how full he was settled in on Isaac and he went to town on the remaining french toast, sausage, bacon, and eggs. Seeing his lover push him and want him to eat more the Lion found himself hard. His cock had steadily became firmer as he cleaned his plate but now it was at full mast. As he went on eating Isaac rubbing his two thighs together to coax and tease himself.

Using his fist to cover his mouth Isaac let out a labored burp as he rubbed his middle. Two bags of flour, three packages of sausage and bacon, four cartons of eggs, two loaves of bread, and two jugs of orange juice later Isaac felt stuffed. He had barreled past content and was to the point where the only thing he wanted to do was let his stomach digest. "Look at my big pig." Harold groaned softly into Isaac's ear as they raised another donut to his lips. Isaac didn't know where or when Harold had gotten them box of donuts from but a box holding a half-dozen of them were now sitting where his plate had been. When he had tried to refuse the first one Harold had simply filled his mouth with the sugary desert and held his mouth shut with a finger. His other hand reaching down to stroke the lump in Isaac's pants, using his thumb to finger the damp spot forming. In a cruel mix of embarrassment and bliss he ate, Harold never made him feel bad for his urges to gorge himself and only loved to encourage him to do it often.

"Just three more and you get to enjoy the rest of your day piggy." Harold teased but only in good humor that egged Isaac on. Opening his mouth up Isaac too big bites of the donuts and paused between bites to swallow everything down. "Two." Isaac grabbed the elastic of the pajama bottoms and stretched it in the vain hope of eking out a few more bites. "One." Pulling apart the donut with their fingers Harold feed Isaac the donut and ended it with a kiss.

Hand still working his lover's cock Harold pulled the pants down to have it slip out. The lion was close from how much the pre it was pumping out and pulsing. "Baby please." Isaac groaned, not sure which way he meant it. His stomach was so full that he just wanted to sit but he needed to cum so bad. So Harold kept stroking his Lion's cock until it exploded in his hand, covering the underside of Isaac's belly in cum.

"Love you." Harold groaned as he pulled back and groped the big lion's stomach. His hand leaving sticky prints on the taut gut. "Go ahead and relax baby, I'll start on dinner." Covering his mouth over another burp Isaac inwardly groaned. He couldn't even think of eating anymore, but he'll find somewhere to stuff the food.