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Swaying his hips from side to side Xanadeas squeezed his way through the small door leading into his apartment, the big beast humming a soft tune to himself. The giant of a hybrid made his way into his kitchen and laid out an armful of grocery bags atop the kitchen counter, beginning to sort through them.

It wasn't terribly often the big guy prepared a dinner himself, normally the type to order take out or have one prepared for him; but tonight is a special occasion. The half bear, half crocodile smiles toothily to himself and sets about prepping for the large dinner, all the while still humming the nameless tune.

Being a relatively inexperienced cook, the big guy sets a tablet out with the recipes he needs on screen. Thank you modern commodities. Setting the stove to a medium heat and pouring olive oil in a sauce pan, the bearcroc waits for the pan of oil to become hazy. As it does, he adds a few ingredients; onions, garlic, and some bay leaves, then begins to stir them into the oil slowly until they become nice and soft and fill the tiny apartment with a pleasant aroma.

Xana then adds some olives and some basil, hand torn of course, according to the recipe he's following. Now for the tomatoes, carefully the big hybrid adds them to the sauce pan, trying not to splash bubbling oil everywhere. And as the mixture slowly renders into a proper sauce, he adds a few seasonings, a bit of salt, a little pepper, and some sugar to give it just a bit of sweetness.

Turning from the stove and letting the sauce simmer for now, Xanadeas moves to the island opposite the counter and begins preparing the chicken. This would be the hardest part for him, he'd never really cooked chicken that wasn't just pre-cooked and nugget-like.

Meanwhile the person whom the huge hybrid was cooking for was also preparing for the evening.

Range stood up a bit straighter and smoothed out his jacket, paws sliding over his wide tum as he looks himself over in the mirror. The beagle isn't entirely sure if the dinner plans he and his friend had made required this sort of attire, perhaps he was a bit overdressed. Currently wearing a pair of slacks, a button-up shirt, and an evening jacket, and his glasses of course, he figures he looks rather dashing. Though his glasses don't really count as part of the outfit since they're prescription.

The canine idly smooths out his jacket again, still rather unsure of just how formal he should be. He had known Xana for a while now and really their relationship was more like that of siblings, always tormenting and teasing one another, so it had come as a surprise when the bearcroc had asked him out for a fancy home cooked dinner.

Looking at the clock, Range sighs, he certainly doesn't have time to change clothes now. The dog makes his way out to his car, making sure to lock the door to his house behind him. It's a bit of a squeeze getting into the tiny vehicle, but he manages it regardless. Though his stomach does end up pushing right against the steering wheel.

Making the short trip to his friend's apartment, Range parks outside and heads inside. The worst part, the part he dreads every time he pays a visit; a trip up five flights of stairs. He honestly has no idea how Xana manages being even bigger than he.

After what felt like days and being left huffing and panting, Range makes it to the top of the stairs and down the hall, stopping in front of the door to his friend's apartment. Knocking on the door and waiting to be let in gave him a bit of time to catch his breath.

Xana twitches an ear as he hears someone knocking on his door, having just finished setting out some candles and lighting them, the big beast makes his way towards the entryway and turnesoff the lights for the apartment as he goes.

Opening the door he can't help but snicker at his still breathless friend, giving him a poke in the belly with one large finger, "Oh, looks like you're a bit winded there. Y'know you could just take the freight elevator like I do. S'way better'n walkin' up all them stairs. Especially when I gotta carry groceries."

Range, feeling like screaming, shouts instead. "THERE'S AN ELEVATOR?!" The fat canine had been taking the stairs all this time when there is an elevator he could be taking instead. Of course there's an elevator. There's no way Xana could make it up all those stairs, he probably couldn't even fit in the stairwell let alone climb it while carrying something.

"Well, yeah," the hybrid states in a matter-of-fact tone. "How'd ya think I got all my furniture up here? Didn't come pre-furnished or nothin'." Snickering again, Xana tugs at Range's arm and pulls the canine inside, leading him towards the table he had set out for the two of them.

"Now close yer eyes, I worked pretty hard on this," Xana says, stepping ahead of Range and all but completely obscuring the dog's vision of the room.

Now that he has caught his breath and taken a moment to inhale through his nose, Range can smell something quite nice. Something fairly familiar really, and it leads to him start wagging his tail to and fro in excitement. "Oooh, that smells good! Did you really make it," he asked, completely unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Hehe hrrr," the big bearcroc chuckles softly, knowing that he can't beat his friend's powerful sniffer. "Yeah, knew ya'd catch a whiff of it after ya got inside. Hope I did it right, mom never really taught me how to cook it so I had to do some diggin' to find the recipe."

Stepping to the side, Xana reveals a table laid out with a number of large trays and bowls. On two of the trays rests a large number of a puffy, golden-brown colored breads. Some of the bread is covered heavily in peanut butter while others are covered with some sort of chocolate, while yet others weren't covered with anything at all.

Also on the table are two rather unusually large dinner plates. Each one bearing a heaping helping of Chicken Parmesan on top of a bed of pasta. All of it clearly home cooked and smelling absolutely divine.

"Oh wow, you really worked hard on this," Range says, sounding both surprised and pleased. The dog really hadn't expected his friend to go this far. Guess he wasn't overdressed after all. Stepping around his large companion, Range pulls out a chair and seats himself at the table, ready to eat.

"Yeah, well I really wanted to make sure ya'd have a good time. 'Sides, I need to learn how to cook better anyhow. Can't live off Chinese takeout and pizza forever," the hybrid states in a rather bland tone. Clearly he's sick of both of those things at this point.

"Really hope you enjoy it though, I know what ya like~" Xana says as he too seats himself at the table. Lifting a large fork, he smiles toothily at the dog, snagletooth grin unsettling to most but encouraging to friends. "Well, what are ya waitin' for? Dig in!"

Range can hardly resist and begins eating right away. The beagle sticks his fork into a piece of chicken and breaks it off, finding it to be so tender that it tears apart with next to no effort. Taking his first bite he bursts into a wide grin, chewing and swallowing to shout to his friend, "That's really good!"

Xanadeas practically beams like the sun, all smiles and cheer. Soon he begins rhythmically thumping his massive crocodillian tail against the floor, causing the whole room to shake with his excitement and glee. "I'm glad you like it! I can't wait for ya to try the fry bread."

As the evening continues the two spend their time eating way too much together; enjoying one another's company and a good home cooked meal. But, as it begins to grow late and the sun has long since set, things head towards the bedroom.

Range grunts softly as he flops back onto his friend's bed, his belly so full that the buttons on his shirt are straining to contain it. Well, straining more than usual. "Ooof, I'm stuffed. I ate... waaaaay too much fry bread."

"Not stuffed enough yet," says Xana as he snickers in an ominous way. The huge bearcroc tugs his tie off and tosses it aside before pouncing atop the beagle and pawing at his overly full stomach. Xana rarely wore more than a pair of large shorts, frankly it was just too damn hard to find anything else that fit his unique frame. Though tonight he also wore a tie to at least try to appear formal.

Range grunts and groans as the massive weight of his friend settles atop him, huge crocodile hands kneading and rubbing into his plush, if stuffed firm, belly. He already has an idea of where this is going. It's rare, but it does happen. The big, oafish bearcroc did seem to get into these sort of moods now and then.

The beagle squirms and wiggles under the weight of the bearcroc, huffing and panting a little bit from the tight feeling in his belly. "Ohhhh, this is why you wanted to invite me over. I shoulda known," he says with a wry grin on his muzzle.

Xana smirks as he pulls his friend in close, draping his big, shaggy arms around him. "Hrrhrrr, shoulda known? I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, I always love to wine'n dine when I'm not just jumpin' people where they stand. Or draggin' 'em into a lake."

The hybrid slowly slips his hands lower, groping at his friend's wide love handles and jostles them about, watching as that massive belly wobbles and wiggles about. "Gon' love watchin' the waves tonight," he says in a none-to-subtle jab at the dog's weight.

Range can't help but squirm more, blushing faintly. "Shut up! You're one to talk," he retorts, lightly slapping at the side of the bearcroc's own large belly as it grinds against his. Already he can feel his companion's growing excitement. Really it's almost impossible to hide when he's excited. Those shorts are practically useless when it comes right down to it. Not that he ever says anything about it.

Shifting and shuffling about, the bearcroc tugs the beagle's slacks off and drops them beside the bed before standing to remove his own shorts. He drops the fabric around his ankles and kicks them away, revealing his growing erection to his friend and lewdly reaching down to give it a few good tugs. "Hrrrr, gonna make sure you're even MORE stuffed tonight. Need to keep ya nice an' full."

Another blush covers Range's cheeks, the dog staring at the massive slab of meat between the bearcroc's legs. It certainly isn't the first time the two have played together, but it's always a bit of a shock seeing the huge thing.

Tugging back on his foreskin a bit, a large glob of pre forms at the head of his shaft. Xana then climbs back atop the beagle and carefully rolls him onto his belly, getting a good look at the canine's ponderously wide backside.

"Looks like you might've put on a lil' more weight there, pupper~ That rump's lookin' even bigger'n last time I saw it," he teases, grabbing at the dog's rump before giving it a firm slap and watching as the beagle's entire body wobbles and jiggles.

"H-hey! If I'm fatter it's only cus you an' that bear keep feedin' me," he says defensively then lets out a short yelp as a hand strikes his plump rear. The dog pushes back against the huge beast, feeling something fat and slick pushing between his fat cheeks already.

"Mnnnf, such a good pupper~" The bearcroc continues to tease, slowly spreading the dog's rump cheeks and pushing forward. He can't help it really, he's always given him a hard time. Now he'd give him a harder one. Pushing forward, the fat head of his large shaft already beginning to enter the dog's backside, he lets out a low grunt before placing his hands on the dog's hips and firmly pulling the canine back against him.

Range lets out a soft yelp as he's suddenly filled with bearcroc meat, the fat shaft spreading him rather wide and causing a bit of discomfort. "Hey! Be gentle," he chides, knowing that he'll likely end up sore by the end of this. He almost always is.

Xana huffs and snickers, keeping a good grip on Range's hips, he begins thrusting in and out slowly but firmly. Warm precum drools from his member, slowly slicking the beagle's anal passage and making it much easier to hump away at him. That slow and steady pace is how he keeps things, every time he draws his hips back he pushes back in almost agonizingly slow, ensuring that his fat dick is hitting all the right spots inside his friend.

Soft moans and groans escape Range as the bearcroc slowly humps him, teasing at him really. The fat length of dick sliding in and out of his ass keeping him rather well stretched and prodding firmly at his prostate every time it sinks back into him. His own member is hard and twitching under his belly at this point, being ground against the soft, plush fur along the underside of his tum.

Slowly, as the minutes pass, Xana's pace begins to quicken. Every thrust forward becomes a little faster and a little stronger, sinking his member deeper into his canine friend's ass. Even his grip on Range's wide hips tightens, holding the beagle firmer and tugging him back with every thrust forward. A low, steady rumble fills the hybrid's chest, a sound like a motorcycle engine revving to announce his pleasure.

Range huffs and moans, being so full from the large meal, really seems to be working against him. But, at this point he can't help but let out a loud belch as he's squished and squeezed and humped. But as soon as he does, he feels a pair of hands reaching to his belly and kneading into it firmly like dough, rolling it around and hefting it a bit.

"Hrrrr, such a stuffed dog. Really pupper, I think I'll be feedin' ya more-" a grunt cuts Xana off as he thrusts forward particularly hard, cock driving deep into Range's backside. "More often. That way I can have you over for the night and a little extra stuffin'," he says as he begins to redouble his efforts. Each thrust becomes harder and faster once again, really pounding away at the fat dog's wide ass.

With how hard the big bearcroc is thrust into him, Range's whole body is jiggling and wobbling heavily, rolls of fat being jostled about by all the activity. He can't help but blush bright red, pushing back against his friend and moaning lewdly as he humps into his own fat belly when his friend slams into him.

Xana huffs and pants now as well, getting a little winded from all the excitement. His member throbs and twitches, positively drooling precum like a broken faucet at this point. The huge male's teasing words are soon replaced with low grunts and almost feral growls, signaling his quickly approaching climax.

Range's own member is twitching and drooling too at this point, still being ground against the underside of his huge belly every time his friend thrusts into him. That mountain of weight pressing down on him leading to him humping his own gut.

With a low grunt and growl Xana drives his member in nice and deep, member twitching heavily and throbbing as well. Thick ropes of hot bearcroc seed erupting into the beagle's backside and beginning to fill him up.

Range let out a rather cliché, canine "AWOOOO" as he felt his friend orgasm inside him, hot spunk flooding his insides. Knowing what is to come next he struggled to roll onto his back but found a pair of arms still holding him in place with the huge body of his friend still laying on his back. Too late.

Range's belly begins to bloat up, filling with more and more of the bearcroc's rich seed, swelling in size at a rather steady and almost alarming rate. He can feel it pumping into him, like water from a garden hose, as it seeps deep into his belly. Huffing and grunting he gropes at his sides, feeling them stretch outwards.

Xana continues to lay atop his friend, now gently humping at him as he continues to ride out his orgasm. More and more of his hot semen continuing to flow into the overfilling beagle. There's so much of it that it begins to lift the two up off the mattress a good bit and even begins to drool out of the dog's backside around the bearcroc's fat dick, soaking his lower half in his own spunk.

Several long minutes pass before the flow ebbs to a stop, Range left panting and so full that it feels as thought a firm poke might make him burst. He swears he can almost hear himself creaking. "Hfff, hufff... I think... you got a little... carried away," he says in an exhausted tone.

The bearcroc grins toothily and nuzzles against the nape of his friend's neck before giving him a big, slobbery smooch on the cheek. "Pfff, nonsense. 'Sides, you need to get used to havin' a huge belly. I just filled ya up so much, yer definitely gonna end up getting' bigger over the next couple months." Reaching around and lightly caressing the dog's stomach he snickers softly, "Wonder what a bearcrocbeagle'll look like."

"WHAT," shouts Range, blushing bright crimson as the two lay together, the beagle flailing a bit and still unable to do much of anything else from his current position.