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Fucking finally: an email with the attachment icon on it. Snagg was sick and tired of cajoling their artist/friend to finish their custom VR model commission. It had felt like eons of overhearing his friends' adventures in VRChat. He felt like the poor cousin in there, wielding his generic canine skin. They were probably only meant to be friendly jibes at his expense while he waited, but it hurt him enough to not bother with VRChat until he could show off his own character. He'd muted the groupchat, not that it was very busy anymore when they were on VR most evenings. Without him. But no longer.

"Took all night, but I finished your avatar before my holiday, just like you asked! Thanks again for your patience. Have fun!" Cool. He hadn't pissed her off too bad. He would have felt worse if it hadn't have been so expensive and so late. It was always risky mixing friends with business in case something went sour, but Kimi was really good at this. Her avatar in particular was jawdropping, capturing a lot of her bright personality, colourful spotted clothing but with exaggerated feminine curves and obvious bustiness. It was undeniably sexy and radiated exactly what he thought Kimi would be like if she could design herself from the ground up. Which was exactly what he needed.

As he uploaded the contents of the zip file to his VR profile, Snagg daydreamed of his sona's paws in front of him one last time. Sharp black claws and sunny yellow paw pads, fluffy tufts of purple and light grey fur accentuating his muscular chest and forming a snail trail that gestured downwards, towards his skin-tight red speedos. His unapologetically bulging speedos. They were emblazoned with a white cross on the front, and SLSC in white capital letters across his buttcheeks. Lifeguard Daddywolf Snagg was going to perform a LOT of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He felt a stirring in his own tighty whities just thinking about it.

Yep, he could picture it without the VR headset on, but he knew it'd be the biggest thrill when he got to see it with his own eyes, interacting with every texture. Snagg couldn't remember if he'd be able to flex and change outfits in-game. He definitely paid for it, but as his desperation grew, he reduced his list of demands to focus on getting it ready. He was NOT prepared to wait another three weeks for Kimi to return from holiday, and she was equally unwilling to work on it while she had a new continent to explore. They were minor details. He had a brand new body to exhibit.

Unmuting the group chat and announcing he was hitting the server ASAP, Snagg got set up in his VR living room space and logged on. There it was, the new avatar menu option glowing to attract his attention: SNAGG v1. "v1! Ha!" he laughed derisively to himself. How presumptuous that he'd commission her again after weeks of watching Kimi post tweets of her playing video games all day instead of working on HIS commission! His rippling pecs, vascular biceps, obscenely well hung commission. "Fuck..." His dick flexed in anticipation again.

The shrill tone of his buddy Rotto pierced Snagg's eardrums for the first time in weeks. "Bout time you waddled your sorry ass in here!" He welcomed the banter, but adjusted his volume down a touch. He was back with the boys, ahh. "Is this why you've been dodging us? You've been too scared to show us the real fully fleshed you?" Another voice, Joelcat, chimed in: "Yeah dude, I know we give you a hard time, but it's out of love. You know we'd support you through anything. You don't need to feel ashamed of who you wanna be."

What the fuck were they on about? "Don't be stupid, I'm dead sexy!" Snagg impersonated an Austin Powers character with his blurst Scottish accent. "I couldn't wait to show myself off the second my commission was finished. It's just been forever!" He couldn't move or do much while the neon "Loading..." sign hovered in front of him, but he could see his friends standing in front of him. "Can you see me already? It's still loading for me." Rotto's rottweiler character pointed his spike-bracelet adorned paw and motioned from right of frame to left of frame: "Yeah, we can see ALL of you." With a soft notification tone that wouldn't be out of place in an airplane cabin, his fursona's pixels appeared in Snagg's field of view in a golden transition from head to toe. His previous mild confusion tripled.

"Wait, what... I'm... huge?!" The details were all there, on spec and looking immaculate. Every colour of fur was exact, every texture of claw was precise, every tuft positioning was identical to the reference sheet and his extensive written description. He even had a whistle on a lanyard hanging around his neck, something he hadn't even thought of, but it fit his character to a T. However, somehow his ripped abs were nowhere to be seen underneath a bulbous beach ball of a belly, his muscular pecs spread wide and downwards to rest on his shelf of an upper gut, and he had to strain and reposition to see past his round stomach to glimpse his speedos. Releasing an audible sigh of relief, he saw his tacklebox bulging against the red fabric of the speedo before he saw the rest of the immaculately recreated details.

"You look awesome man. Did a great job commissioning this, let's get you to a server with a beach setting, dude!" Rotto and Joelcat were ready to roll. "If you see any hotties, just say 'there's no lifeguard at this beach!' and you're in! Hahaha!" They all blinked off and in no time they were in a room dotted with furries and randos along a beachfront. Snagg would've been more livid if he had half a moment to himself and not chasing after his friends, watching his thick furry arms in front of him or, ultimately, running into a few surprisingly interested onlookers.

"Hey there, bulgy. O-fucking-wo." "Oh Wolfie, lemme blow your ... whistle" "How about you lay that dadbod on me and gimme a little mouth-to-mouth, hmm?" "Daddy, please let me worship your snail trail!" A group of identical Fox McClouds surrounded him, getting as close as possible, some kneeling down, rubbing his belly, stroking his speedos and making slurpy noises as they mimed kissing, sucking his cock and licking his fuzzy nipples. From the outside, it was ridiculous, but Snagg already knew he was deep enough into the furry rabbit hole. This was his kind of furry trash. He was rock hard and starting to pre. He may have been expecting a lusty long-haired bunny or a lithe otter with a sweet butt, but he was not turning down a harem of eager foxes. It escalated quickly, but you can't argue with results. The foxes giggled and whispered flirty things to him in sultry voices. It didn't feel like group shitposting in VR. They were into it.

As he lay in bed, Snagg replayed the day's events back to himself. It was certainly a surprising re-entrance to VR for him and his sort-of fursona. He didn't feel out of place. In fact, he'd never been so warmly - and hotly - welcomed. A part of him wanted to send stern messages to Kimi, asking if this was some kind of mistake or a prank on him. Maybe the real version was waiting for him and he couldn't find it in the zip file. Was that why it was taking so long for the commission to be completed?

His phone buzzed a notification. A new follower, Foxglove, a familiar nickname from the chat earlier. And a follow up message: "fun night, wolf! same time, same place tomorrow?" He hadn't waited this long to play something else. "wouldn't miss it foxy!" "great! see your big fuzzy butt then!"

"Oh god," Snagg sighed out loud, blushing. He hadn't thought about the rest of his model, the parts he couldn't see. He supposed that he was as round and fleshed out in the rear as he was at the front. I guess it was no time to go fishing for a change when he'd already snagged himself a catch.

He set his phone back down on the charger and closed his eyes. Thoughts of a fox nosing his balls sprung to mind, licking his dog dick as it emerged from his sheath, pointy and red. He started working his own human shaft too, pleasurably pumping away as the fox and his wolfy body combined. He edged himself closer, picturing that slutty fox with a string of his precum dangling from his muzzle, his own paw stroking his stiff wolfdick to a throbbing salute, the fox squeezing pawfuls of his fat buttcheeks.

"Fuck...but...fuckkk", he followed through in time with his likeness, seeing splashes of white jizz plant themselves on his fat furry gut, on and around his dadly snail trail fluff. He saw it, he felt it, and he fuckin' jacked off to it. Even if just for a few moments, the tubbiness of his likeness got him to climax. Despite the petit mort, before he fell asleep, that mistake of a fat wolf felt closer to what he'd designed.

Over the following weeks, Snagg spent more and more time online with Foxglove, most often in VR teasing and titillating each other, but increasingly in text chat too. As much as he'd weave StarFox references into RP scenarios and flirting for Foxglove's benefit, the fox returned suit by playing up all the features of his beloved fat daddy lifeguard wolf. And it was way more frequently playful teasing and mild worship for his chubby side, not his big crotch bulge. Snagg didn't have the heart to dampen their enthusiasm for his virtual body. Affection was affection. Foxglove was happy, which made him happier. And hornier. They'd jack off together, talking on VR, but just a little thought of their furry bodies together could send Snagg into a mood. Wrestling with morning wood in bed, or painting his personal Pollock on the shower walls.

Things were going swimmingly, until his computer's graphics card took a shit and died. VR was off the cards until he could scratch together enough money for a replacement. He still chatted with Foxglove here and there, but not quite as much. He wondered if the foxy friend he'd taken a shine to had found someone else to be horny with. It had only been three days, but Foxglove picked up on his change of tone and gave him some surprising news to cheer him up.

"I'm coming to visit you this weekend, ready or not. Your busted computer is a sign that we should stop bumping pixels and start bumping uglies!" Snagg was elated. Why didn't he think of this earlier? They hadn't even video called face-to-face yet! Hopefully they were hot. And not crazy. One thing was for sure, Foxglove's messages were crazy for him, especially his virtual largeness. "Can't wait to get my hands on that big beautiful body of yours. Gonna fuck your fat ass 'til you're full, then ride you while I stick my drippy dick in your flabby bellybutton."

Snagg rose to full mast at his lover's description. "Fuck. Yes. You are gonna love pushin' all this cushion!" The blood kept rushing to his pants, leaving the brain an unwitting passenger in a series of little white lies to ensure his fox would knock on his door with the force of a thousand hard-ons.

He realised later that it would become really obvious really soon that he was not a fat, hairy dad. He bargained with himself, saying that his fox wasn't likely to fuck with the level of domination he'd laid out either. After all, he was a fox, right? Still, if he had until this weekend, he owed it to Foxglove to live up to his word.

Snagg dined on a family meal for four from his local burger joint that night, getting through the first half like it was a regular dinner, but defeatedly addressing the remainder in solitary bites as it stared back at him. He rubbed his practically flat stomach to make as much room as possible, and let the sugary soft drinks dissolve away as much as they could, then belch out the rest.

His Rocky montage continued the next day with as many eggs as he had in the fridge, plus ham, bacon, sausages, served on thickly buttered bread with melted cheese and sauces of brown, mustard and ketchup. He took a tub of ice cream into the bathroom and watched his naked body as he ate, wondering if it was making any difference. It didn't take long for the ice cream to melt completely, and he bravely tipped the corner of the two-litre tub to his lips and drank from it.

After finishing another melted tub the following day, Snagg swore he had a bulge forming at the front of him. And a second one below his burgeoning belly. He was starting to really enjoy this. He was playing up his part in their to-and-fro, and the thoughts of how he pleased his partner-in-crime with every positively fattening action kicked off a cavalcade of arousing scenarios dancing through his brain. The things they'd done and vocalised in VR, the words they'd exchanged, and even some deeper ones surfacing. Being tied to a bed and Foxglove sitting on his belly and handfeeding him pizza. Being hypnotised as he stared into the fox's eyes, obeying any command and believing any statement they made with conviction.

When the big day came, Snagg was proud of putting on four kilograms - and one quarter, he told himself, in near-pointless fractions that children also use to show how much they've grown. Foxglove wasn't fooled for one second that Snagg was the same hefty, blubbery, bear-like dad, but was really pleased that they'd made the several hour journey to meet them and hold Snagg in his arms.

"You're not upset that I don't look as big in person as you'd imagined?" Snagg asked concernedly, as if his tail was between his legs. "Of course not. I'm not exactly a fox either, it's hardly catfishing." Snagg breathed a sigh of relief and smiled warmly at his dear fox, whose vibrant blue eyes met his gaze.

"Besides," Foxglove shared, "it's the most fun when you get to fatten them up together and watch you big guys balloooon out!" Snagg gulped and formed an awkward smile, almost blushing. He wasn't off the hook. And he once again found his pulsating erection popping up and making decisions for him.

"Well, there's a really good pizza place down the road..."