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F(r)at Part Two: The Big Game

Rhys panted wildly as he raced down the field with the football cradled in his arms. He didn't dare look back to see who was chasing him, but he could hear their footsteps growing closer. The lion, garbed in an ill-fitting scarlet and white uniform, glanced up at the scoreboard as the clock ticked down. Five seconds left. Closing his eyes, Rhys tucked his head in and charged, guessing how close he came to the end zone with every step. 15 yards. 10 yards. Five yards. Rhys opened his eyes, the grinning wildly as the end grew closer. He chuckled to himself as he thought of scoring the game winning touchdown. There would be a party, certainly, and he would be the star of the team - this was all they needed to get to the championships playoffs.

As quickly as they came, these thoughts of victory were forced from the feline's head as a burst of force hit him from behind. Rhys could only gasp as a lean black panther in a green and gold outfit brought him to the ground with a swift tackle just before he could score. Though protected by his helmet, Rhys had never felt such pain in his life. The lion's fist slammed against the ground as the panther got off of him, lifting his arms in celebration and sporting a cocky grin. Rhys looked up as he felt himself being lifted to his feet by a black and white husky, his roommate, Evan. "it's okay, it's okay," the canine assured Rhys, patting him on the back as he continued to hold his friend up. "I'm gonna kill him," Rhys growled

"Please don't," Evan whimpered, his tail falling slack.

Rhys broke Evan's grasp and marched towards the panther, who was beginning to be crowded by his teammates. Evan could only shake his head as the larger lion stormed off, pulling his helmet off in frustration. "Hey you," Rhys shouted, teeth bared and balled up fists shaking with rage to his sides, "that was bullshit!"

"Oh please," the panther scoffed, "we won fair and square, so why don't you go back home and cry about it cub." The green and gold clad team near the black feline laughed and resumed their celebrations, surrounding the panther in a tight knit circle. Infuriated, Rhys continued forward, shoving an unwitting wolf and stag to the side as he pressed his face up to the opposing feline's. "Who you calling cub?" Rhys growled deeply, his whole body tensing up. The panther chuckled, stepping forward to meet Rhys' gaze, their noses nearly touching. "Well, I guess you're right, you're not a cub," the black furred feline pointed downward, "you're too big to be one. But to be fair, you're too big to be a real quarterback too."

The panther chuffed and turned away, leading his team elsewhere as the lion was left staring downwards. His jersey, already tight around his chest and middle, was raised up over his naval, a result of the fall, exposing his white furred belly, which softly crested over his tight pants. Rhys looked both ways in embarrassment as he pulled his skin-tight shirt back down and took a deep in-ward breath, pushing out his chest as he tried to hold in his shameful midsection. Rhys balled his fists up once more as Evan and his other teammates began to form up behind him. The coach, a portly ram, walked up to the team, his head bowed in disappointment. Evan

placed a paw on Rhys' shoulder and began to guide him, along with the rest of the team, back to the locker room.

The silence of the locker room was broken only by the occasional slamming of the cold metal lockers and the squeaking handles of showers being turned on. Rhys sat still as the rest of the team hurried to change around him. No one wanted to stay around long after a loss. The lion kept his head downward, kicking his feet as Evan changed out of his uniform beside him. "Come on man, we should hurry up before they take up all the hot water," Evan said, nudging Rhys' shoulder. The lion merely grunted. The husky nudged him once more. Unmoving, Rhys' eyes flicked towards Evan in a piercing glare as the canine began to take his shirt off. Rhys waited another moment, and with a chuff, got up and began to strip.

Throughout the process, Rhys refused to look down, staring straight into his locker as his shirt, pants, socks, and underwear all came off. Distracted by his intent to keep his sight steady, Rhys didn't notice the passing glances of the rest of the team, nor the slightly longer glances by Evan, who for the most part was fiddling with his phone and was now quickly wrapping a towel around his waist. The two made their way to the showers, removing their towels, and beginning to wash up. In many ways, this was the hardest part of being on the football team for the husky. The pair did their best not to look at one another, and instead basked in the hot water and steam surrounding them. Finally, Rhys looked down.

The lion knew it wouldn't be fair to act surprised. He had seen this same sight every morning, every time he went to the gym, every time he changed clothes. He had ignored it. Still, it had been nearly a month since the milk-challenge incident with Kappa Lambda Phi, and though food-based tasks weren't rare for the pledge class, they weren't nearly common enough to cause what was before him, and there hadn't been any parties to blame it on since he and Evan had become brothers just a week ago. Yet, the lion kept growing and growing. He was by no means extremely large - there were plenty larger than him even on the football team - but he had certainly crossed the border to being overweight and was certainly soft enough to justifiably be called "fat." Deep down he knew that this new weight had cost him the game.

Wincing, Rhys poked his middle, watching as his clawed finger pressed farther and farther into his belly before meeting a residual firmness from the abs that once adorned his stomach. Pulling his finger away, the lion took his love handles in his paws, becoming flushed with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and fear as there was more to grab than there had ever been in his life. Following the trail of darker red fur that lead up his belly to his navel, he found that it seemed somewhat deeper, slightly more pronounced with his larger size. Rhys continued to press his paws into his belly as he moved upward, releasing a sigh of relief as he found firmness in his chest, though he knew it was only a matter of time before that was gone too. For the sake of his pride, he flexed his whole body, his biceps still large, his chest still large and muscular, but his belly hardly changed shape. Instead, it continued to hang, just ever so slightly, past his waistline. Rhys grabbed at his belly in frustration, jiggling it slightly before letting go with a chuff. Looking down, confusion spread across the feline's face as he found his large cock to be

at half-mast, and though his softening belly had not reached the point of blocking his view when his member wasn't aroused, it was certainly more visible and erect now. Rhys blushed deeply, keeping a paw on his belly, before suddenly remembering where he was. Before he could even look up, the lion yelped in shock as the water turned from a friendly warmth to a shocking cold, quickly putting an end to his growing boner.

Evan saw it all. He couldn't help himself from watching. Of course, he was careful to ensure that none of his teammates would see him staring, but beyond quick glances towards the perimeter, his eyes were glued to his latest crush, his chubby lion roommate. The husky's cock was completely out of its sheath, though he made sure not to put a hand on it. If he was caught jacking off to the quarterback in the shower, it would be a fate worse than death. But this didn't stop the husky, whose paws were exploring his own, lean, black and white furred body, from leaking pre-cum all over the floor. He murred softly to himself as his paws ran over his six pack abs and chiseled chest, following along with Rhys' motions. Though the husky was certainly in great shape, he wasn't as muscular as Rhys was prior to his new, softer additions, nor even with them. Rhys' massive chest and arms still beat him out, even with Rhys' fattening belly. When the shock of the cold water came, Evan was relieved as he too came out of his mesmerizing activity, his erection retreating to his sheath. With shivers and a sigh, the two quickly finished up and headed home.

It was three days after the loss when Rhys walked in on Evan. The husky yelped as the door squeaked open, flinging his smart phone from his grasp just as ropes of cum spattered against the canine's chest and muzzle, dribbling onto his stomach and crotch. Rhys shielded his eyes as Evan fumbled with the covers, licking the cum off of his muzzle without a second thought, and blushing deeply with embarrassment as he realized what he had just done. Rhys peaked between his fingers to make sure it was safe to look, then reached down to grab Evan's phone, which had landed near his feet.

The phone was wet, having been caught in the beginning of Evan's orgasm, and while Rhys was tempted to drop it, he could do little but stare at the image on the screen. Before him was a photo of himself in the locker-room from three days ago before he had the chance to wrap a towel around his waist. He could see everything. His member was soft, resting atop his balls, which were larger than average for his species. His belly rested just above it, sagging only slightly, and not enough to touch or obscure his crotch. It pushed outward roundly before he came to his chest, still firm and strong, providing an odd, yet not unwelcome juxtaposition to his shape. Rhys couldn't help but stare at his body, his eyes taking in every swell and curve, never having seen it from such a profile. It was a full minute before the lion found his words again. "What... what is this?"

"Rhys, I-" "You took pictures of me? And you were..." Rhys gritted his teeth, "you were getting off to it?"

"Rhys..." Evan lowered his head, noticing streaks of cum still on his chest, but didn't move to wipe them off. "I don't know what to say."

"Are you gay or something?"

"What?" Evan asked, his ears perking up. Rhys stared at him, sighed, and took on a less menacing pose. "Are you gay?" Evan sighed and rubbed his eyes. The husky got out of bed, wiped himself down, and pulled on his briefs. "Yes."

The lion looked downward at himself, staring at his tight shirt, kicking his feet together, doing anything to avoid staring at Evan. "And you like me?" Evan just nodded, pulling on a shirt and jeans. "Even like this?" Rhys motioned to his body, lingering for a moment on his belly.

"Especially like that." The husky blushed, the red filling his white cheeks. Evan shook his head and looked down once more. "Sorry, that was weird, I shouldn't have said that."

"Ya know," Rhys wanted to pause, but he couldn't stop the words from tumbling past his lips, "you're pretty good looking yourself."

Evan perked up immediately, his tail and ears lifting as he stared at Rhys. The lion slowly lumbered over and pulled the slightly shorter husky into a tight hug. Evan was still, unsure of

whether to wrap his arms around the lion or not. Before he could decide, Rhys pulled away. "So, you really like me like this?"

Evan gulped, blushing deep red, his tail swaying slowly behind him. "Umm, y-yeah," the husky stuttered, "ever since that milk thing at the frat...." Evan stopped short as Rhys took his shirt off. The lion grinned, leaned into Evan, and pressed his muzzle up to the husky's. "I hate this thing," Rhys said, grabbing his love handles, "but I don't think it's going away, at least not any time soon." The lion's warm breath danced against Evan's lips, but once more Rhys pulled away before he could make a move. Rhys looked down at the phone still in his paw, tapped the screen, and looked once more towards Evan. "But let's get rid of this," Rhys said, deleting the photo. Evan nodded in agreement. The lion leaned in once more, his muzzle next to Evan's, and with a slow lick, he lapped a stray streak of cum off of the husky's cheek. "Missed a spot," Rhys teased, "and by the way, you are so bad at keeping secrets. I knew the day you moved in."

Rhys stepped back and chuckled, looking down at the flush husky, the canine's tail wagging wildly behind him. "One night. Whatever you want, I won't judge."

"Anything?" "Anything."

When Rhys said "anything" just two days ago, he was thinking dinner, a movie, maybe a nice walk around the harbor. He did not expect to start the night stripped down with his arms and legs tied to his bed posts. Rhys was worried of course, but he had consented when Evan brought up the idea, and he now was just beginning to grasp just how kinky the husky truly was. After tying up his final arm, Evan placed a paw on the lion's chest and looked lovingly towards him. "Are you comfortable?" Rhys squirmed slightly, but his binds did not budge. "Y-yeah I guess," the fat feline responded, gazing with both concern and excitement back at Evan, who began to strip in front of him.

Rhys had seen Evan naked on many occasions, and though the lion had always had a nagging interest in men in the back of his mind, he did his best to keep it repressed. Now, fully embracing his exploration of his sexuality, he let his eyes take in every bit of the handsome canine.

For the first time, Rhys noticed that Evan's eyes were a beautifully bright blue, with a sparkle that would lead anyone to believe him to be pure and innocent, though Rhys knew better by now. His nose was speckled with little white spots, and dark black fur outlined the edges of his face. From his chin down, white fur wholly took over, similar to Rhys' own fur pattern, running down his chest and stomach, both of which were firm and visibly muscular. Rhys groaned a bit as he noticed this, glancing once more at his soft middle and missing the days he could see his hard earned six pack. In less than a month, years of work had seemingly vanished. But while he thought about his own loss, he couldn't help but return to the husky's form, his eyes trailing

down Evan's black and white thighs before flicking up to take in what hung in between. Evan wasn't as well-endowed as Rhys, but he was certainly a fantastic sight. His sheath was already twitching with excitement, his red tip peeking out, and the two black orbs below hung modestly with their weight. Once more Rhys examined himself, but from his prone position and the soft curve of his belly, he could not see his member nor the nearly grapefruit sized balls it rested upon.

Now nude, Evan walked to the side of the bed, his balls dangling tantalizingly with each step. "I just want you to feel good about yourself," Evan said, "and I think this is the best way to do it." Rhys smiled softly at the sentiment as the husky placed a paw right on the center of the lion's belly, pressing inward and rubbing gently. Rhys blushed deeply but couldn't help himself from purring. Evan placed another paw onto Rhys' gut, kneading softly and giving slight squeezes to the malleable, excess flesh. The lion stretched out, arching his back and thrusting his belly ever so slightly into the air as the slight, nearly ticklish form of pleasure began to spread through his body. Evan grinned, his member slowly emerging from his sheath as Rhys took pleasure in mere belly rubs. The husky gave one last squeeze, pressing his thumb into Rhys' naval and rubbing the fat between his thumb and paw. Rhys' cock twitched and the lion let out a moan. Happy with his quick progress, Evan stopped for a moment before giving Rhys' belly a slap, causing the lion to yelp as he sent the soft mass quivering and jiggling for a few moments. Evan laughed softly to himself. "Man, I think you may have put on some weight!" Rhys chuckled and smiled, embarrassed by the love his belly was getting, but unexpectedly finding enjoyment in it as well.

Evan leaned down and planted a kiss on Rhys' belly, nuzzling his soft middle before straddling the feline, his cock pressing against Rhys' own. Neither of the pair could stop a moan from leaving their lips from the contact, the warmth of one another's members a new feeling to both of them. Evan took Rhys' belly in his arms and began to skootch forward, laying kisses across the feline's body as he crawled up his belly until his head rested at Rhys' chest. The husky pressed his lips against Rhys' pecs, and gave each nipple a quick flick with his tongue before moving on to the neck. Evan continued his barrage of kisses up Rhys' neck and chin until he reached the feline's muzzle. Evan paused for a moment as the lovers gazed into one another's eyes. Rhys leaned forward, pressing their muzzles together, and kissed Evan deeply, his tongue entering the canine's mouth as Evan planted a paw on Rhys' cheek.

Evan looked back - rising just above the curve of Rhys' belly was his cock, fully at attention. Evan kissed Rhys' nose and got off from on top of him. Rhys blushed as he watched, unable to speak as he craved the taste of the husky's tongue once more. The canine bent over and out of view as he pulled something out from under his bed. Rhys furrowed his brow as Evan reappeared with two large boxes of pizza in his arms. "Heh, and when I walked in and smelt it, I thought you ate without me," Rhys chuckled before his belly gave off a hungry gurgle.

"Well, it sounds like you're hungry," Evan said with a grin, his cock firm and fully erect.

"I could definitely eat one of those right now," Rhys said with a chuckle. As the lion went to reach for a box, he was firmly reminded of his situation, his arms tied tightly to the bedpost.

"Don't worry, you'll get your fill." Evan opened a box and pulled out a slice. "Extra pepperoni, just like usual."

Rhys opened his mouth to laugh but instead found Evan pushing half a slice into his maw. The lion looked up at the husky and bit down, chewing and swallowing the large bite with some slight discomfort. Seconds later Evan was pressing the second half against Rhys' muzzle, his other paw rubbing the lion's belly. After a moment, Rhys obliged, taking the other half into his maw. Evan nodded and patted Rhys' stomach lovingly, the soft flesh quivering with each tap. "Good kitten," Evan said, squeezing the lion's belly before retreating his grasp to his own cock.

Rhys chewed as quickly as he could, he knew there was no use in trying to slow Evan down, especially when he was tied up like this. Still, as he ate the first slice and beyond, he felt a strange sense of pride. He was making Evan happy, and it felt good. Rhys' cock was throbbing hard now, and he could feel the pre-cum leaking down from the tip and coating his crotch and dripping onto the edge of his belly. When he reached the last third of the box of pizza, he could feel it sit heavily in his gut, but he kept pace save for the occasional groan or belch, both of which seemed to drive Evan wild. The husky was leaking heavily too now, and Rhys could tell that it wouldn't take much to set him off. Every so often, Evan would lean forward and wipe his leaking member against Rhys' white furred belly or orange love handle, matting down the fur before leaning over and lapping at the lion's cock, swallowing some of the pre-cum and kissing the tip gently.

Rhys belched loudly as he finished the first box, his belly shaking with the force of the burp. The lion wasn't hungry anymore, but he knew there was still a bit more room. He gulped as he eyed the next box - he was unsure if there was that much room. Rhys was taken out of his concern by a slap to the stomach, losing yet another modest belch. Evan chuckled and hugged Rhys' belly, taking in the softness and feeling a slight tightness starting to form. The husky smiled and disappeared behind Rhys' belly, which was raised somewhat more than usual. The lion looked on in confusion before moaning loudly with pleasure as he felt the husky's tongue drag across his balls. Evan lapped at them kissing and licking them before moving up to Rhys' cock, running his tongue up from the base to the tip and lapping up any pre-cum. The lion shivered with pleasure, groaning as his tail danced wildly between his legs, the hair at the end tickling Evan's chest. Evan climbed into the bed once more, grabbing both of their cocks in his paws and pressing them together as his balls rested against Rhys' larger orbs. "Fuck I want to end it right here," Evan moaned, rubbing their cocks together, their combined pre-cum acting as a lubricant. Rhys groaned loudly, his claws pressing into the bed posts as his toes curled with the pleasure of a full belly and pleading cock. "But you haven't finished dinner yet," Evan said with a grin, disengaging and opening the next box.

Each slice from the second box grew more and more challenging for the lion as he was slowly stuffed to the brim and beyond. Rhys groaned as he felt his belly grow unbearably tight, the curve of his belly rising to block his arousal and the fur around his naval thinning out. He could feel himself pressing out wider and larger, and swore he felt the bed creaking beneath his

growing weight. The lion moaned between bites as Evan slowly dragged his claws across his taut belly, scratching, rubbing, and squeezing what he could, turning dull aches into wild pleasures that made him squirm and his member throb. When Rhys refused to take the next bite, or took too long chewing, Evan would grab hold of the feline's cock and rub slowly, pushing Rhys to the edge of release and miraculously stopping just before he could climax.

When it came to the last slice, Evan and Rhys stared at one another, waiting to see what either would say. Rhys was panting, his tongue lolling out of his open mouth as each breath expanded his painfully full belly. With a knowing smile, Evan pressed his paw into the lion's firm gut, hardly making any headway before the taut belly forced his paw back, sending quakes of pleasure throughout Rhys' body. The husky slapped Rhys' belly one last time, though it hardly moved; rather, it shook for a moment before Rhys gasped and moaned with intense pain and pleasure, nearly brining him to orgasm. Finally, Evan took the last slice in his paw, and forced it into Rhys' muzzle. "You can do it Rhys, I know you can." Rhys groaned as the now room temperature pizza touched his lips. Before he could close his mouth around it, Evan lunged forward, stuffing the whole slice into the lion's maw as Rhys' eyes went wide. The lion closed his eyes and chewed for a solid minute before he swallowed with immense difficulty, the last slice finding its way into his belly before Rhys let his maw and tongue fall open and out once more, panting in pain and pleasure. The lion belched once more, shaking his entire body and making Evan's tail wag wildly. "I don't think I can move," Rhys said between breaths. Evan leaned forward and kissed Rhys' open mouth before stepping back once more.

Evan pressed his paws on the lion's massive, distended belly and vaulted himself on top, forcing a massive moan from Rhys. Rubbing the feline's sides, Evan began to rub his cock against Rhys' belly, the pre-cum soaking into what was left of his thinned-out fur. The husky grunted and hunched over, pressing his firm abs against Rhys' equally firm middle, and sighed, enjoying the contrast. "You're so sexy right now," Evan cooed, kissing and lapping at Rhys' naval. Rhys could only moan in response, his sense dulled by his aching cock and the pleasure emanating from his belly. Evan stood up on the bed aimed his cock towards Rhys' naval, his tip dipping into it slightly as he thrust against the feline's belly.

"Fuck, you're so fat," Evan said as he began to pant, his paws taking hold of what little softness he could find in the lion's love handles. Rhys groaned more and more at the pressure, feeling wave after wave of pleasure cascade from his belly as the firmness fought against each of Evan's thrusts. The husky leaned forward, having to bend down from the curve of Rhys' belly to meet his lips, and kissed him deeply, the pair moaning in intense pleasure. With one last stroke, Evan's cock pressed into the lion's naval, spewing ropes of cum into the hole and across Rhys' belly, chest, and face. Evan lapped up the cum in Rhys' naval greedily, his tongue diving and dancing in the tight, yet deep whole, before the husky slumped over, the cum across Rhys' belly and chest sticking to his own as he basked in the pleasure. Rhys burped once more as the full weight of Evan's body came over him. He so badly needed to climax. But Evan wasn't done.

Panting, Evan rolled off of Rhys' body and strolled over to the mini-fridge, pulling out a gallon of milk, the same that was used during their hazing. Rhys shook his head weakly as the husky

pulled out a funnel and once more straddled the feline, his cum sticking to the fur of his thighs as he sat on Rhys' chest. Rhys quickly closed his mouth, but a wicked grin spread across Evan's muzzle. Without missing a beat, the husky pressed a paw into Rhys' middle, causing an unstoppable moan to part his lips. In a flash, Evan stuck in the funnel and started pouring.

Rhys felt his stomach screaming with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the thick, fattening milk was forced down his gullet. His cheeks bulged as he tried to hold it in, but he couldn't stop the flow. His belly rose more and more, the skin beneath his fur exposed and red as it stretched to accommodate his new girth. Rhys felt like he was going to burst at the seams as milk flowed down his maw and leaked out of the sides of his muzzle. Nearly crying, Rhys' eyes pleaded with Evan's but he found no remorse as the husky held the jug true. Rhys felt pulses of pleasure cascade through his body, enveloping his cock and balls as they pulsed and throbbed, begging for release. It had seemed like an eternity before the jug emptied, but before he could rest, Evan pulled the funnel away, and quickly sat atop Rhys' stomach, his whole weight pressing down against the overfilled, aching belly. The lion's mouth opened wider than Evan had ever seen as he let out a massive roar that slowly turned into a moan, and then a large, belly shaking belch as a stream of cum shot form his cock. Ropes of thick cum sprayed against the curve of his underbelly and across Evan's back. The husky turned around as the last shot hit him across the chest and face. He chuckled as he licked the cum off of his maw and crawled down to Rhys' crotch, cleaning off any cum remaining on his cock and belly with his tongue. Rhys couldn't help but pant as he tried to catch his breath from the combination of the funnel, his aching,overstuffed gut, and the most powerful climax he had ever had. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he took all the pain and pleasure in at once.

Panting Evan fell back against what little room Rhys' had left on the bed, barely staying on as Rhys' belly pressed widely to the sides in its stretched-out form. Evan looked towards Rhys' open maw and went in for a kiss once more, which to his surprise, was passionately returned. Finally catching his breath, Rhys stared into Evan's eyes. The two smiled softly, and then laughed at the situation they were in - both covered with cum and one stuffed more than a turkey on Thanksgiving.

The husky rolled off the bed and walked over to his own, some residual cum leaking from his slowly relaxing cock and onto the floor. Wordless, Evan pushed his bed next to Rhys', untied the overstuffed feline, and flopped next to him.

Ten minutes passed as they both continued to pant before Evan spoke up. "So, did you have fun?" the husky asked, panting as he lay on his back with the lion. Rhys looked down at his belly, now bigger than he ever thought it could be. He placed his paws to either side and rubbed it in small circles. Each breath made it ache as the pleasure faded away, but as Evan reached over and placed a paw on his middle, the lion wasn't worried.

Rhys looked over, purring, and kissed Evan on the nose before, with some help from the husky, he shifted over onto his side, his bulging middle pressing against Evan. The canine smiled and

blushed deeply, murring to himself as he cuddled up to Rhys, the feline's taut belly in his arms as he pressed his head against its curve, his wet nose just barely grazing Rhys' chest. Overstuffed and covered with cum, the two fell asleep within moments, the sound of one another's breath lulling them to sleep.

Rhys woke up with a soft yawn, with Evan's grasp on his belly tightening in response. Smiling, the lion leaned downward and kissed the husky's nose, causing his eyes to flutter open. Evan smiled and kissed Rhys back, taking a moment to enjoy the taste of the feline's lips. Rhys pulled back and slipped out of bed in the nude, stretching out and walking over to the mirror. The lion could only stare, his mouth agape at what they had made last night. He had digested all of it, and it was plainly visible. His belly sagged downward further into his lap, the edge of his underbelly touching the curve of his soft member. His love handles were more pronounced, sticking out somewhat from his sides, and his belly bounded outwards nearly eight inches in front of him. His chest, once firm and muscular, had taken on a softness to them, beginning to sag ever so slightly towards his belly, and his thighs seemed thicker, pressing ever so subtly against his large, still cum-stained balls. The lion explored his new body with his paws, squeezing every new fold and juggling his belly from his overhang. Even his face seemed fatter, with somewhat rounder cheeks and a slightly softer jawline.

Evan approached Rhys from behind, wrapping his arms as much as he could around the lion's belly as his head rested against Rhys' shoulder. The husky squeezed Rhys' sides and smiled,

pressing his paws into the feline's new, softer belly. "You're such a good, soft kitten," Evan cooed lovingly.

Rhys purred softly as his tail swayed slowly behind him.