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Ervin finished winding the cord of the vacuum cleaner, before standing upright and running the back of his hand over his brow with a sigh of relief. The white lion thought his day off was a good day to clean up his boyfriend's apartment, especially as it was their date night, but he underestimated how much work it would be. Considering his boyfriend was even busier than he was. While Ervin worked in art restoration and preservation at the Apex City National Museum of Art, Newton...

Up on the wall was a board with different news clippings and pictures pinned in place by a sheet of clear plexiglass. On the top left was a small clipping from somewhere in the middle of a newspaper with a rather similarly small photo attached. The picture was of a fairly wiry pangolin in a suit that appeared to be an unitard from the front while leaving all his protective scales exposed. He wore what may have just been off-the-shelf swim goggles with mirrored lenses, but it was hard to tell on the old print. On the chest was a sigil, an N in a circle, with either end of the letter extending outward.

While the logo had stayed the same, the board showed the gradual change to Newton. As the news articles made their way to the front page, his skinny but muscular frame padded out with more weight and plenty of bulk underneath. The pangolin's outfit similarly changed, giving up entirely on having the appearance of a full suit and reducing to just what was necessary to keep himself decent in public and a pair of glistening rose gold goggles that protected his eyes and hid his identity.

The most recent front page picture was at the bottom right of the board, showing Newton on the steps of the Apex City Museum of Art, talking to first responders while the freed hostages were being led off for medical clearance in the other direction.

In addition to the clipping, a red string was pinned over it by the clear plastic, carefully arranged in a circle around Newton's belly and leading over to a small note written in the hero's writing: 'Our first photo together'.

Ervin blushed deeply as he saw that technically accurate but quite teasing note again, the red in his cheeks turning his white fur pink. The lion had been one of the hostages Newton rescued, it was how they met. And in that picture, he was indeed somewhere deep in the hero's midsection. Still flustered by the memory, he redirected his attention to the framed photos on the walls. Each frame was designed to cover up the image within once a charge to the smart glass stopped flowing, a fail-safe for secret identities.

Towards the top of the cluster of photos were pictures of the pangolin before the start of his career, with his family. In one he was holding what appeared to be his father overhead with one hand with a skinny, barely defined arm. Newer pictures showed him at his current weight, and the newest, placed at the center of the cluster, were a few pictures of the hero in his civilian clothes, out with Ervin. The two appeared to just be chubby men in button-down shirts, smiling to the camera while unable to keep their hands off each other.

The white lion was interrupted from his reminiscing by the sound of a rushing of air not unlike a pneumatic tube, followed by a hatch opening. Ervin twisted around in time to see the return of his boyfriend.

Newton was entirely balled up as he dropped out of the hatch in his apartment's ceiling, his many black scales interlocked in such a way that one would have to know him well to tell where the seams were supposed to be. In midair, he unfolded and planted the flat, scaled tip of his tail against the floor firmly. Ervin could see the muscles beneath the thick layer of fat engage to decelerate the pangolin's body.

The hero landed on both feet with a thud that shook the whole apartment, a couple of the frames on the wall suddenly changing to completely different images as the smart glass was triggered accidentally. But the lion wasn't paying attention to that. The abrupt stop meant that the pale underside of Newton's bare body obeyed the laws of his namesake and shuddered downward, before his elasticity sent it all back up in a bounce that resolved into an ample jiggle.

Ervin blushed deeply. "I... I know you don't have to land that hard." The lion said softly, his tail flicking behind him.

Newton grinned. "I don't have to, no." He took one heavy step forward, causing another shake that rippled and rolled across his front, then another, before he was closing the distance between himself and his boyfriend at a dead sprint.

Frozen like a deer in headlights, the lion realized only when the pangolin leapt what was about to occur. Ervin watched as the pale soft belly made a perfect collision course for his face at full ramming speed.

The pangolin let his weight come down, claws grasping onto his boyfriend's hips as he pulled inward and brought his tail forward and around. Before he reached the ground, he was nearly fully balled back up, a small gap in his scales showing the caught lion's feet and tailtip. The gap wound up facing up, allowing the wiggling toes to find no purchase at all until they had sunk out of sight, along with the white tuft of fur. The scales meshed together once more, the whole ball Newton had become shaking back and forth a little bit for a couple seconds, before rolling forward.

Unfurling with his tail underneath his hips allowed him to use the fifth limb to lift his mass away from the floor enough to extend his arms and legs, raising his head back to level with a sigh and a pat to his gut. For a moment, there was no sign of Ervin at all.

That is, until the pale underbelly of the pangolin distended with the shape of a lion's face and forepaws, muffled flustered sounds emitting from the bulge.

Newton gently hefted his belly in his claw as he made his way towards the bathroom, taking in just how nice everything was in the apartment, apart from being slightly askew from his heavy thudding all over. After a few more moments of regarding his boyfriend's impact on his body, he smiled lovingly and the shapes 'dropped' beneath the surface.

Ervin felt himself sink deeper into the extradimensional space within the superhero's adipose, where he couldn't make a bulge even if he tried. That was enough to make him blush even deeper. Even if he couldn't be seen, he was sure his boyfriend could feel the heat off his face.

While he couldn't cause bulges, the pangolin did note that the lion's flustered squirms did cause his belly to wobble with no external sign of the cause, a slight blush coming to his own cheeks as he removed his goggles. "C'mon honey, I can tell you need a shower too." He said to his shaking gut as he started to dig his thumb claws into the snug bicycle shorts that he wore to keep himself technically dressed while still having plenty of soft tissue exposed to keep accessible the second power he'd learned to use.

The general fidgety shakes changed into more deliberate movements, a formless lump going out to either side of the round belly for a few moments.

Newton tossed his shorts into the nearby hamper, before digging two claws into his deep navel. He removed them, pulling the shirt Ervin had been wearing right out of the pronounced divot in his pudge. "Your pants too." He crooned playfully.

Ervin's movements changed again, this time causing the underside of the gut to shake and push outward a few times, in a slight left-right shimmy.

The pangolin repeated the motion, dragging a pair of dress slacks from his gut by one hem. He trembled a bit as the unfastened belt and waistline of the trousers passed through and stretched his navel slightly. Moments later, the lion's garments joined his boyfriend's in the hamper, and Newton stepped into the large walk-in shower his apartment boasted.

With a twist of a claw, the heavy hero turned on the water, letting the rush from the showerhead drench over his bare flesh and cascade along his many scales. Newton stood like that, eyes closed, for a few moments, before he placed one claw on his chest and dug inward. Soft flesh deforming smoothly, he got in nearly to the elbow before he began to retract his arm once more.

Ervin was drawn up into the heated flow of the shower by the nape of his neck held between two large digging claws. The white lion sighed and remained relaxed while he continued to be retrieved from the depths of his boyfriend's heft.

Newton brought the feline into his arms, supporting him once his center of gravity had exited the pangolin's body. He ran one claw along the portly lion's back while everything from his hips down remained buried in yielding softness.

The lion wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and used that point of contact to blindly lead himself to a kiss, his full lips planting onto the narrow tip of the pangolin's snout.

Enjoying the kiss for a few more moments, the hero shifted his grip to help scoop Ervin's legs up and out into the flowing stream of water. Deftly he eased his boyfriend onto his own two feet, before breaking the kiss. He reached up and turned the large showerhead to one side, sending the heated water onto the tiled wall.

Before Ervin could ask what this meant, he heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed. The lion chuckled, and raised his arms, slowly turning around.

Newton applied ample amounts of fur shampoo to his fluffy beau, smiling softly to himself, before he set the large bottle aside. "There you go, Honey."

Slightly blushing, the lion began to rub the creamy detergent into his coat, a frothy layer of suds rapidly obscuring the texture of his fur. Ervin kept his eyes shut and made sure to breathe from his nose as he worked the shampoo into his facial fur and mane. He ground his thighs together and rubbed along his hips and back to his tail, making sure to get every inch of his pelt. When he stood back upright after coating his calves and shins, he found himself re-embraced quite suddenly.

The pangolin let out a playful growl as he squeezed the lion, the force sending some of the foamy suds flying out from the point of contact. Newton squeezed onto Ervin, rubbing his soft underside into the slick, shampoo-saturated fur and the plumpness beneath it. He nuzzled into the quite well-saturated mane with his eyes shut, humming idly to himself.

Ervin chuffed and smirked, glad that his blush was mostly hidden by suds by now. "You want a loofah more than you want a boyfriend, admit it."

"Why choose when I've got you?" Newton bandied back with a chuckle. "Wanna rub off some of that extra froth on my scales?"

"Of course, sweetie." The lion shifted as the grip loosened, rubbing his arms in long slow movements from shoulders and down the back of his boyfriend. He made his way around the hero, grinding his torso into the large scales of the pangolin's back.

The large, scale-coated tail curled and wrapped around Ervin, grinding up and down to gather any extra shampoo it could squeegee off his pudgy midsection.

Chuckling affectionately, the feline rubbed his paws down the length of the fifth limb, taking extra care at the fleshy underside near the base.

It was then that Newton turned the showerhead back towards himself and his ensnared paramour. The heated water splashed and ran in rivulets over the pair, forcing the shampoo to abandon the smoother body of the pangolin well before water coming off the lion ran clear. He unwrapped his tail to give Ervin better range of motion to work the rest of the shampoo away.

While the big cat worked to get his coat clear of suds and their residue, the pangolin retrieved the bottle of fur conditioner. While shampoo did benefit his scales and soft skin, the conditioner was all for Ervin. He uncapped the bottle and turned the nozzle towards his chest with a playful smirk, before squeezing firmly.

Ervin wiped his eyes clear and stepped backwards to get his head free from the flow of water, allowing him the use of his eyes for the first time since Newton got home. He turned his head and blushed as he saw a mound of the creamy conditioner built up despite gravity on his boyfriend's soft chest and belly. And he knew that that was no accident. He could have sworn the floor of the shower tilted towards the hero as well, a sure sign his powers were at work.

Closing his eyes, the lion stepped from the flow of water and buried his face into the mess of conditioner, raising his hands to start working it into his mane. However, that wasn't the entire plan.

Newton reached down and scooped under his boyfriend's hips, once again starting to stuff him into the yielding softness of his body. As the lion was pressed deeper, the flesh that was coated in conditioner became less and less, getting dragged inward to cover up Ervin entirely.

With a soft mmph, the big cat squirmed, feeling the familiar sensation of the warm adipose he'd only just escaped once again enfolding him. Inward felt like downward, keeping him from having any leverage to try to slickly wriggle away, even if he'd wanted to.

The pangolin smirked as the lion's tail sank into the top of his belly, leaving only a small dollop of conditioner visible on his body. Signs of Ervin, though, were abound. Bulges of his feet, hands, and closed up muzzle ground around as he squirmed beneath the surface, working the conditioner quite well into his pelt in the process.

After a bit longer enjoying the sensation of his boyfriend all slicked up with the creamy substance inside his pudge, Newton stepped back into the flow of the showerhead's stream. He scooped his arms under his belly, hefting and bouncing the mass of bulges. He told himself he was helping work the conditioner in, but really he was savoring the feelings for a bit longer.

When it came to let the lion out, he allowed a press of Ervin's head to part the surface rather than dig in with either of his claws. Water rushed in around the cat's head and added significant weight to the pangolin's torso. The hero groaned, using both arms to make sure that the lion didn't just sluice out onto the tile by accident.

Ervin grabbed onto one of Newton's arms firmly as he felt his legs slosh right out with the accumulated water, getting his feet under him before he stood upright again. "Well, that was new..." He murmured, feeling the heated water flowing over both of them. He shifted in place, running his fingers over his pelt as he felt the creamy substance getting rinsed away.

Newton helped by rubbing his claws along the pudgy lion, squeezing and stroking over him until he could no longer feel the extra slickness of the conditioner. "Too bad I can't dry you by stuffing you in me." He growled playfully as he reached to turn off the water.

The lion wiped his eyes clear again. "Well, I'll just have to towel off while you're in the body drier."

Inset into the tiles at the entry of the walk-in shower was a series of large, high pressure air nozzles. The pangolin reached past them to grab a folded up towel, handing it back to his boyfriend, before turning on the body drier. He stood in the midst of the nozzles as the rush of heated air began.

Ervin put the towel over his head to work at his mane first, before letting it drop over his shoulders. He looked up and over to Newton as the jets worked on him. The lion's eyes traced the way that water droplets were pushed over the soft curves of the pangolin's front side and splattered away from the hard scales on his back. The intensity of the nozzles even caused some distortions to the hero's hefty frame, the pale skin divoting when his position got closer to either wall.

The lion bit his lip, but resumed working the towel over himself to prepare for his turn under those heated jets.

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Newton trailed a claw through Ervin's newly dried mane, lightly twirling the pale locks. The pangolin was laying on top of his boyfriend on the bed, his heft pinning the smaller male down. Neither had bothered to put on any clothes and the hero was rumbling contentedly, gazing down at the lion.

Ervin's eyes were lidded. Despite how much weight was compressing him into the mattress, he was comfortable, pinned and warm. He let out a sigh. "I've got to be the luckiest guy." He murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the resonance coming from his boyfriend's chest.

The pangolin twisted his wrist, making a ringlet out of some of the white lion's mane. "That because you were working that night or because you dozed off?" He lilted his voice playfully, as if he knew exactly what the answer was.

Shaking his head, the lion presented a third option. "Because you didn't just kick me out when you discovered me."

Newton lidded his eyes and stuck his narrow tongue out, lightly tapping the pad of his boyfriend's nose with the sticky tip before retracting it. "That wasn't luck." He rumbled a bit louder, his armored tail swaying between his legs at the foot of the bed. "I guess I just roll over for a cute guy who likes my belly~" He crooned playfully, nuzzling into the fluff of mane below the lion's chin.

Giggling, Ervin let his head drop back on the pillow, "Oh, shove off."

The hero laughed aloud, his snout dropping to the lion's chest. "Oh, my kitten's roars~" He teased lightly, then looked pensive.

"Hon?" The lion craned his neck to look down again.

"Actually..." Newton smirked. "Shove me off."

Ervin's eyes widened and a blush lit beneath his pale fur. "You know that even without making yourself heavier I couldn't lift you." As he spoke, however, the pressure from on top of him faded.

The pangolin shook his head, which sent his dreads bouncing around weightlessly behind his head. "Not making myself heavier... I'm making myself neutrally buoyant. Same gravity up as down."

Without the weight coming down on him, the white lion was able to pull his arms up from where they'd been pinned at his sides and planted them on his boyfriend's chest. He pushed, grunting as his fingers sank into the softness at first without any sign of movement. "You don't feel weightless..."

Newton laughed, slowly starting to be lifted as the pressure continued. "Weightless, not massless. I still have inertia, after all..." He drifted up into the air, rotating slightly backwards from the off-center point of force applied to his body.

Ervin sat up and reached out to grasp either side of the hero's big belly, holding on until the rotation stopped and the pangolin wasn't drifting away any further.

The large scaled tail curled down and scooped to one side, pressing the paddle-like flat at the tip against the small of the seated lion's back. Newton put his claws behind his head, as if he were dangling by his tail upside down, or reclining on something.

"Could you pull me up into the air like this?" The feline stroked along the scales of the fifth limb acting as an anchor for the hero unmoored from the shackles of the planet.

"Well, maybe not like this." Newton leaned hard into the last word as he relaxed his tail and let it drift into the air with him.

Ervin leaned back a bit, bracing his hands behind him on the bed as he looked up at his buoyant boyfriend. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering verbally, the pangolin started to extend his whip-thin tongue, the fleshy maw muscle sliding out inch by inch by foot by yard...

The lion's eyes widened and his blush grew brighter, spreading up from his cheeks and under his mane.

Newton took advantage of the chubby feline's position to thread his tongue under one arm, around his back and under the other. The slippery tip curled lightly against the length where it approached Ervin, then the whole loop that form synched snugly around his chest.

Not a moment later, Ervin felt the pull of gravity fade... then invert. "What-" He began to fall up. But not just up, towards the floating hero. And not just towards him. Towards his now gaping jaws.

The pangolin reeled his tongue in as the white lion toppled upwards, head smooshing down and into the gape of his throat. The impact sent the pair starting to somersault backwards once again. Newton moaned around the fluffy mane and unhooked his tongue from itself as he reached forward with his claws. His throat opened to accept Ervin's face as he grasped the feline's chubby hips and pulled towards his center of mass. Almost as an afterthought, his tail extended to press the flat tip to the ceiling, halting their combined rotation.

The chubby lion squirmed and fidgeted, legs kicking in the air weakly. This method of being enveloped from his boyfriend was so different from the one he was used to. For one thing, the sticky drool plastering his fur to his body to make his plush form a better bolus. Another was that it was just the long, snug passage of throat ahead of him, rather than anywhere on the hero's body devoid of scales...

Greedily gulping over his 'catch', Newton crossed those hips and curled his long tongue around Ervin's ankles, yanking with the insectivore's secret weapon once again. Claws no longer needed for dragging his boyfriend in, he planted both onto his round belly, feeling it start to swell out from within. Soon, his pointed snout was closing up over bare paws and a familiar tufted tail, allowing him to swallow the rest of his blanc beau down into his stomach.

Ervin groaned as he found himself being forced to curl up in the snug, messy chamber. The juices were as sticky and slimy as his boyfriend's saliva, just a lot more voluminous and coating every surface. As soon as his arms were free enough of the esophagus to do so, he extended them and pressed his hands outward.

From the outside, the lion's movements were like somewhere between the surface area of the hero's pudge and the depths. He couldn't quite make any detailed protrusions through that hefty layer of flab, but there was no spatial compression going on either.

The pangolin sighed and rubbed over his belly slowly, pressing back at the distentions as he felt the last of his boyfriend sluice into his stomach. "And that's how I can make you as weightless as I am." He rumbled, a playful lilt to his voice.

"No fair... We showered and everything." Ervin fidgeted, his blush as deep and warm as ever on his cheeks.

"Talking about no fair..." Newton grinned down to his struggling belly. "I won't be able to curl up at all like this."

A muffled, protracted and flustered whine escaped the pale belly.

"If that's so distressing," The pangolin crooned, "I could just try to curl up right now..."

Ervin stammered wordlessly, squirming about within the slimy guts.

Newton clenched his abs down over the lion as he began to curl his body. He groaned appreciatively at the feeling of the lion inside his belly resisting his attempts.

The chubby feline was no match for the strength of a pangolin's core muscles, most of his resistance coming in the form of him being there at all. Ervin felt the walls around him close in, compressing down on him with the force of the abdominals over him forcing him to ball up in the belly. The overwhelming sensation set the lion moaning weakly, even as the pressure increased.

The dark scales of the hero closed in on one another, but then went no further. Newton grunted as he reached the limit of what his own well-used curling muscles could do with such a big load in his stomach. The tip of the pangolin's tongue stuck out slightly, as his belly let out a low gurgle around the lion inside.

Ervin mewled, the heated walls seeming to get even hotter as the stomach began to twitch and knead into his bundled body, even with the muscles outside forcing down on the organ the way they were. Then he felt another strange sensation of gravity. Like when his 'down' had become his boyfriend's jaws... it was now... his core? But the lion was already there? He felt his body curl up a bit tighter than he thought he was able to, moaning weakly at the strange euphoric feeling suffusing through his body.

Newton had, in addition to using his power over gravity to keep himself neutrally buoyant, set his personal attraction to mass higher and higher. The combination of digestive juices and collapsing pressure meant that the lion was getting more and more compact. His stomach gurgled loudly, drowning out his boyfriend's moans and mewls, and suddenly the pangolin lurched shut into a tight, interlocked ball, floating in the bedroom.

The sounds of heavy fluids pumping through intestines filtered out of the armored scales, filling the bedroom with the lurid gurgles and groans and glut glut glut...

Slowly, the pangolin unfurled, groaning appreciatively. A few changes were evident immediately. His belly was smaller than it had been after swallowing Ervin, but was larger than before that. His hips and thighs had visibly swelled out, pale fleshy underside thicker and lightly straining against the armored scales. And perhaps most telling, a pinkish marking had appeared above his navel, looking somewhat like the sun, but with a familiar blushing face at the center of the 'flames', which, obviously, were actually a mane.

Newton caressed over this marking with a claw. "Well, it looks like I can still ball up anyway, honey." He chuckled, starting to allow the earth's gravity to slowly draw him back down towards the bed.

Under claw, the pudge wobbled on its own, with no exterior source. Unlike before, however, there was no solid lion hidden within extradimensional layers of fat moving things around. A paw print, more detailed than even when Ervin was close to the surface, distended outward.

As the bulge appeared, the pangolin moaned out at the novel sensation. This was, after all, the first time he actually digested his boyfriend. "Well, since I can curl all the way up, it looks like I can leave you there when I go on patrol." Newton mused as he lightly flexed his hidden abs for a mere moment, causing the bulge to sink in like he had tugged the lion deeper again. "No worries about mixing you into any groups I have to stuff in my pudge."

The cheeks of the pink lion marking seemed to grow more intense and bright as the whole thing warmed up on the Pangolin's belly.

Stroking along the marking, Newton finally came down onto the bedding again, his knees and the top of his head touching down first. He was still very close to weightless as he kneaded with his claws into his boyfriend-turned- fat. "We can talk more on that subject in the morning, honey." With a smirk, he raised his head and arms out towards the pillows and released his power from effecting gravity within the apartment once more. The combined weight of both men came down in a belly flop instantly on the bed, making its supports protest with groans and creaking joints.

Ervin felt somehow even more tightly compressed than when Newton was balling up around him and all the times he'd been pinned down combined. He mentally groaned, attempting to squirm or fidget, but all that weight made him unable to exert what little control of the adipose he was part of he had. All he could do, and he didn't even know he was doing it, was make his marking burn with the intensity of his flustered blush.

With a far-off, pleasured smile, the hero ground his gut into the bedding, shifting his hips and swaying his tail. "I should keep you like this for a good long while, kitten~"