{"sf1_id":1785705,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Satisfaction","author":"EugeneGrant","words":330,"posted_at":"2021-11-15T11:02:00.000Z","tags":["Belly","Bovine","Bull","Chubby","Fat","Fat furs","Feeding","Food","Fox","Gaining","Gay","Men","Obese","Vulpine","bellies","feeder","fetish","furs","gainer","kink"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1785705-satisfaction","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1785705","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1785705\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Vignettes\n\nThis is an erotic poem in trochaic nonameter with gay male and fat fur themes. This poem is a vignette that features a feeding session, belly play and light eroticism between a black bull and an orange fox in an abstract and visceral style.","content":"With a vulpine grin and full orange tail within I guide him to my dwelling;  \nPulling at his bull horns as into my couch I sit him with aggression.  \nThere with force I place the food upon the table to assist his swelling;  \nGazing at his bovine slouch - his sable torso is my one obsession.  \n  \nMoving paws with shaking, sweaty fingers and my mind so very nervous -  \nAs I feel his wide fat back I grasp it and I smash to mine his belly.  \nWith a bellow loud my fattened lover revels in his sexual service -  \nMoving hands with larger size he feels the shiver of my girth as jelly.  \n  \nOn my ivory chest his warm black hands are placed quite fast but very gently  \nFeeling roundness and the supple firmness of my moobs and larger nipples.  \nWith his thumbs upon them he then makes me loudly whimper quite intently  \nAs my back does arch and shake along with flabby, large and pleasing ripples.  \n  \nSucking on my nipples with a great desire he makes me howl so loudly;  \nSwitching back and forth he overwhelms me in my state so raw and bawdy.  \nAt his face I gaze and he then looks upon my belly oh so proudly  \nKnowing that his feeding granted me a fatter fluffy pumpkin body.  \n  \nI do not protest the tempting food that's placed inside my snout that's waiting -  \nEven though we stuffed ourselves so much mere hours from this very second;  \nFood is what his fox does lust for which my black bull finds great joy in stating -  \nAs I eat and gain my steady climbing weight is surely, quickly beckoned.  \n  \nEager in obliging to the greasy, fatty food I really wanted,  \nI am here tonight to have my shaggy belly stuffed and rubbed with feeling;  \nFilling up my belly is his goal, until he makes me fully daunted -  \nStopping only when he cannot coax another bite without my reeling.  \n  \n\n"}