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Belied

By Conway Carver

This work contains themes of fat-attraction, feeding, alluded weight gain, gay romance, a sexual situation, anthropomorphic animals, and too many pastries.

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Furaffinity import; Original Posting date December 2018

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Rowan eyed the pastries with a tinge of drool on the corner of his lips. The magenta skinned hippo leaned over the counter with his swollen rump swaying side to side as he debated the glutton's gallery.

"Oh, I"ll take five of those, six of those," Rowan pointed and hummed and ummed, "maybe a few of those."

The tigress behind the counter rushed around, loading a trio of pastry boxes with all sorts of confectionaries. Overstuffed eclairs with custard oozing from the ends. Cannolies like cornucopias filled with chocolate and ricotta. And of course, donuts. Simple glazed donuts, raspberry jelly-filled donuts, donuts caked in powdered sugar.

The hippo reached back and, with some difficulty, freed his wallet from the confines of his posterior pocket. Rowan thanked the tigress with an open-mouthed smile and paid his bill. He hummed a tune to himself -- one of those short summer pop songs that vanished by winter. He waddled onward, across the winding sidewalks where tourists meandered in the beach-sun haze.

Feral seagulls hovered in loose circles above the hippo, he cast them a cautious glance before fishing his cellphone from his chest pocket.

"Aurora," Rowan told the phone, "call 'hon.'"

"Calling Marvin," the phone said. A picture of Marvin and his well-manicured chin fuzz flashed on screen -- the goat's slender jaw angled somewhat sideways to show the length of his bashful smile.

"M'ello," Marvin said, and he punctuated the sentence with a long yawn.

"How's my favorite billy goat?"

"What time is it?"

"Four o'clock."

"Shit, are you serious?" Marvin moaned.

"Sleep the whole day away again?"

Marvin sniffled once, and he grunted, and the phone was engulfed in the static crackling of movement. Rowan hummed softly to himself until Marvin spoke again.

"Stayed up all night working on spreadsheets and--" the goat grunted, perhaps pausing to stretch, "lost all track of time."

Rowan wagered his boyfriend snuck in a few hours of gaming to boot.

"Well, since you've been putting in all this time with work, I say this calls for a treat," the hippo's cheeks ticked upward into a mischievous smile. Rowan glanced sidelong at his haul of pastries and goodies. A tinge of excitement dashed up and down his spine. The hippo licked his lips.

"You're always in the mood for a treat," Marvin said with a smile in his tone.

"You're not wrong," Rowan chuckled, "I stopped by that new bakery by Lina's. Thought I'd pick the usual favorites. Figured we could 'share' if you're in the mood."

Marvin's bleated softly, "you don't have to ask me twice."

"I'll meet you in a few."

The trek to Marvin's apartment was an arduous one. Up and down the steep inclines of the claustrophobic city duplexes. He walked parallel the suckers playing bumper cars in midday traffic. One bored ermine stared at Rowan as he waddled by.

Rowan imagined what the ermine gawker must be thinking: What's a hippo that big doing with yet more pastries? Rowan shuffled along with a swagger in his gait, hoping his display either offended or titillated. It tickled his fancy either way

Finally, after being soaked in sweat from head to toe, the hippo arrived.

Beyond the apartment door was the sharp odor of musk layered with lavender air-spray. Rowan grinned, and he called out: "Hello?"

"In here hon," the goat called from across the apartment where the bedroom door was slightly ajar.

The lazy goat hadn't even left the room yet.

Rowan clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he wobbled his way through the bedroom door. His broad hips brushed the doorjamb.

Marvin exited the bathroom and leaned against the wall for support. He wheezed and bleated to catch his breath. Finally, Marvin lurched forward. The goat's briefs flossed his asscrack as he waddled toward the hippo. His chub entrenched knees quivered with each beleaguered step. Marvin's tanktop cupped his chest while his pseudo-mammaries spilled over the sides.

Rowan wrapped his arms around Marvin. The hippo strained to embrace the armfuls of goat flab. Marvin noticed the struggle and waddled forward, bowling the hippo on to the bed. Rowan's heart pounded in his throat.

"What'd you get me this time," Marvin said, his bushy beard barely obscured his blobby second chin.

The hippo pulled a raspberry donut from the box and shoved it against the goat's lips.

Marvin gulped the pastry into his greedy maw -- moaning as he chewed.

The reinforced frame creaked as the glacier of goat lard enveloped Rowan. The hippo gasped for breath and groped for another pastry and stuffed the Brobdingnagian bovid.

Rowan seized Marvin's shoulder haunch. The fold of flab filled his hands three times over. Marvin smirked and pressed his moobs to Rowan's muzzle.

Rowan gasped and took in a noseful of briny musk. Eyes fluttering, Rowan buried himself in those dough rolls. The same way he buried Marvin's hip bones and rib cage in pliable flab.

Marvin snarfed as he stuffed his cheeks full of pastry. They growled promises to one another. That Marvin would break the bed. That Rowan would fill his goat with rich cheesecakes. That these past hundreds of pounds were only the beginning.

Rowan kissed the spoiled goats nipple, and he worked the skin-tight briefs down Marvin's blobby hips. The waistband rolled, and Marvin's ass jiggled as the underwear was dislodged. There in the clustered vineyard of Marvin's pubic mound was his ripe erection.

Marvin emptied box after box of pastry. Pausing only to groan. Rowan suckled the engorged goat moob one more time before his lips probed lower and lower.

All melded together in a sea of lust and crumbs and flesh.

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