FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By MaantaaBeast

Barrett cleaned the suits on his new mannequins. Their broad, curvaceous forms fit so well under his clothing, but the fatter the mannequin, the more space for dust to disguise the stark blacks, blues, and maroons. As quite a heavy boar himself, Barrett huffed and took a seat on his tailor's stool, wiping sweat from his mahogany-furred brow. He glanced across the room at his husband Callan, an emerald green snake who busied himself lying on a couch in the sunlight. His fat-laden body melted under his own weight, one side blubbering out where he lay on it, his chest soft and puffy as his arm hung lazily over the couch's end.

He would have asked Callan to get off his fat butt and help him, if not for how enthralling he was to look at, with only a thin shirt to cover his torso, gluttonous belly peeking out from beneath it. Callan's warm orange eye flicked open with a teasing smile. "Care to take a picture?" He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slowly up over the milky scales on his heavy, yielding body.

Before Barrett could answer, the tailor's door opened with the chime of a little bell. Callan quickly set his shirt back in place and watched their new arrival. He seemed a little out of place. The lion walked in with an uncertain gait, his svelte body contrasting the two hefty men inside and all of the clothes on the mannequins. His sandy fur crested into a dark, scruffy mane around his handsome head, twinged with a cinnabar hue where the light caught it.

"Welcome, young man." Barrett began, already sizing up the lion; he was far too slender for this shop. It was called the Hefty Thread for a reason. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah, uh..." The lion looked around, his pretty eyes taking in all of the clothes on display. "I need a suit really soon, and the only other tailors are, like, a whole town away." He stepped into the middle of the shop and feasted his eyes on Barrett and Callan. "I mean, normally I wouldn't come someplace like here, obviously." He leaned against one of the mannequins, showing off his lean muscle. His gaze steadied on Callan's fat stomach. "But you can, like, make it work right?"

Barrett did think the lion would look quite good in one of his suits, a dark jacket, warm purple dress shirt, and some little gold accents to match his eyes. But that was for someone a few hundred pounds bigger. "There are limits to how much one can change a garment."

"Really?" The lion's bravado deflated, and he rubbed his arm nervously, his face taking on a cute, lost expression. "I gotta get a suit, though," he whined.

"Oh take some pity on the little lion." Callan rose and slithered over to him, an eager glint in the eye. Barrett had a suspicion about where he was going with this. "We can always just adjust his measurements." The serpent stroked the lion's side.

Barrett hadn't expanded someone that drastically in a while, but he had to admit, the idea of seeing that lion's pretty face made blubbery and soft made his hands yearn to do their work. And when a flustered smile broke on the lion's face at the touch of the fat serpent, Barrett relented. "What's your name, dear lion?"

"Jasper." He perked up.

"How does that sound to you? A nice, big measurement change?" Barrett asked.

Jasper nodded urgently. "Can you do it today?"

"We'll get started immediately." Barrett smiled and beckoned for Callan to go into the back. "Get that nice dark suit I finished a few weeks ago."

While Callan collected the suit, Barrett took the opportunity to stand Jasper on a fitting platform. The boar collected his measurement supplies and spoke with a warm, authoritative tone, "I'll help you undress."

"Oh," Jasper stiffened, but didn't back away from Barrett's hands at all, "I didn't know I had to."

"We wouldn't want to mess up your clothes, would we?" Barrett's thick

fingers grasped the button on Jasper's jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. It wasn't every day he got to strip a lion. He nudged Jasper to bend down and slipped the t-shirt off of him. His muscles weren't very defined, but his torso had a smooth, flowing shape that would look much better when it was fleshed out. He tugged the jeans down to Jasper's broad and felt the big claws on the ends of his toes.

Jasper stepped out of the pants and his uneasy smile had a bit of that confidence back, now that he was displaying his proud body. A pair of white briefs framed his shapely thighs, and even slender as he was, a meaty rump rounded them out behind. However, he tried to subtly point the front of his underwear away from Barrett.

"Don't move too much, unless I ask you to," Barrett reminded him, gently, and firmly. He grasped Jasper's thigh and made him face straight ahead. The lion's underwear bulged in front, not just from his good size, but the hardness that he couldn't hide like this.

"Uh, sorry..." Jasper murmured, though a little boastful grin played on his snout as Barrett looked between his legs.

"You're not the only man who enjoys being dressed down to his underwear." Barrett watched Jasper's eyes. "Nor are you the only one who likes men of proper size."

Jasper's head tilted a bit in confusion.

"Men with meat on their bones?" Barrett tried again.

This time, Jasper rubbed the back of his mane and looked away. "Well, maybe, I mean I'm not around a lot of them." His tone told Barrett that Jasper knew his answer very well, even if he wasn't ready to say it.

"Your friends look more like you, I imagine." Barrett took a moment to calm his excitement. "They'll certainly be surprised to see you after today."

"Yeah, I never wear suits," Jasper said.

Callan returned after a minute, carrying a suit wider than it was tall, perched delicately on a clothes hanger. He swept one scaly hand down its length. "What do we think?"

Jasper's eyes danced over the suit, from the soft black fabric of the jacket and pants, to the royal purple shirt and the little accouterment, cufflinks, lapel pins, and the fringe of the sleeve, all genuine shiny gold. "It's so pretty," he said. "But, it's really big. Like, I don't think I've even met anyone fat enough for something like that."

"Oh, but my Barrett is a miracle worker." Callan took his place behind the fitting platform. He carried a set of fabric swatches, varied in color and texture to keep Jasper's attention.

Barrett looked Jasper's body over, fingers tapping on the lion's warm muscles, lingering on the inside of his thigh and along his chest. "Alright, Jasper, we have a lot of fitting to do." He produced a ledger of his different suits and found the one Jasper liked. "We know where we need to get to, at least. Why don't you let Callan show you some options for jacket liners, and we'll see about this resizing."

Jasper was finally loosening up under Barrett's assurances, and the boar reached for a special set of measurement tools. They sat in a small wooden box, marked with old carvings of people, of all sorts of species, every one of them was corpulent, dressed in finery, luxuriant in their heavy bodies. He produced an old tape measure, and set his sights to Jasper. Barrett met eyes with Callan, and the snake's thrilled smile took on a conspiratorial twinge.

"Feel this, my handsome lion." Callan nudged Jasper's face to the side and let him rub a fabric swatch against his cheek. "Do you like a silky feel?"

"I guess so," Jasper said.

Barrett worked silently. Where would he begin? He reached out and felt Jasper's abs, firm underneath his luxurious fur. That needed fixing. He pulled the tape measure around Jasper's waist. "Lions ought to have large bellies," he said under his breath. Barrett pinched the measure where Jasper's waist was and slowly started to pull more slack into the loop. Rather than falling off his middle, the tape measure stayed snuggly tightened against Jasper, the lion's middle filling out to match it. While his stomach ballooned for a moment, that gave way to soft, pliable fat; his abs disappeared completely beneath a well-fed belly, and the more Barrett expanded the measure, the heftier his sides grew, with rolls begging to be grabbed until a pair of inviting love handles crested around to his back. Barrett filled his hand with Jasper's paunch, relishing in the feeling of the lion becoming pudgier with every second.

Jasper shifted uncertainty on his feet, but before he could look down Callan caught him with a new swatch. "How about this? You probably like soft things, don't you?"

The lion's eyes shut at the feeling of the cloth, and he nodded. "I really like that."

"Thought you would." Callan winked down to Barrett.

The boar could have let Jasper's new fat even out across his body on its own, but he preferred a hands-on approach. He moved to the lion's inseam, brushing his hand against Jasper's underwear, which was starting to get wet and slick at the tip of his erection. Barrett stifled a laugh; the poor lion would have to endure quite a bit before he was done. The boar measured out Jasper's inner leg, and pressed his fingers into the lion's thigh, trapping the tape measure there. The tips of his fingers began to sink further, and further into lion flesh as his thighs expanded like yeast dough. It didn't take long for his blubber to squeeze against itself, until Barrett's hand was ensconced in lion fat. He allowed himself a little indulgence, and pressed his hand against Jasper's crotch. Already a nice layer of pudge was filling out the front of his underwear, straining the elastic and encroaching on the base of his penis. Well, he had the inches to spare.

Barret made sure to sweep his hand down the rest of the tape measure, adding a little plumpness to his calves. He watched Jasper's feet intently as they became just a little fatter, softening the look of them even with his big, pointy claws.

"Hey, um, could I sit down for a little bit?" Jasper asked, trying to look at Barrett. "Sorry, just, my underwear feels kinda tight."

Thankfully, Callan held his head in place. Jasper had a bit of confusion over his eyes, but he certainly couldn't see exactly what the boar had done. Callan kept a soft swatch in front of his eyes. "My Barrett still has to take his first measurement of your arms, but perhaps after that."

It wouldn't be long before Jasper noticed the changes, and he was still not nearly big enough for the suit. Barrett stood and took Jasper's arm, blocking the rest of the lion's body with his own sizable paunch. "Such soft pads you have, Jasper." Barrett wrapped his measure around the lion's bicep. Jasper flexed for him, almost on instinct. What a cute young man.

"Well, just be careful, my claws are really sharp." Jasper smiled, despite the unbalanced way he stood. He slipped the claws from their sheaths, showing off.

"My, aren't you a frightening lion," Barrett cooed, before expanding his tape measure, counting the inches of Jasper's arm. The change seemed even more drastic than his legs. His muscle, so proudly flexed to show off his strength, seemed to become softer as it was buried. What had been a taut, tough bit of meat was now like butter, moldable under Barrett's insistent fingers, and jiggling with every little motion that he made the lion take. By now Jasper must have weighed well above three hundred pounds, but Barrett made sure that his arm was chubby enough to fatten up his hands. Jasper's palm widened, and his fingers filled out until Barrett could pinch them with an indent in the padding. He stroked the base of Jasper's claws, already looking less dangerous on the softer, slower feline.

"Can I put my arm down?" Jasper whined. "It feels like I've been lifting weights." He laughed nervously, probably trying to reassure himself that everything was normal.

Barrett lowered his arm before Jasper could get a look, while Callan took Jasper by the snout and held his gaze, using the last of his repertoire. "Let's talk about how you like your fitting. Looser? Tighter? I bet you like to keep your fine form on display."

"People do like looking at me," Jasper boasted. Thankfully, his confidence was an easy distraction. "I think some of the skinnier guys get jealous."

"Oh I bet," Callan said. By now, the snake's middle was starting to press against Jasper's new fat rolls, but the lion didn't seem to notice.

Barrett had a few more measurements to take. He started on the lion's chest. Jasper seemed to care about it, given the good size of his pecs, so Barrett would make sure to accommodate. He wrapped his measure under Jasper's armpits, squeezing beneath his fat arms, careful to touch both of his nipples with the measure. He expanded the tape, keeping one hand firmly planted on Jasper. Barrett could feel the soft fat bloom beneath his tape; his chest filled beautifully, becoming plump at first, then full and comforting to the touch. A proper set of man boobs suited the lion perfectly, giving his fatted body a warm, decadent look. Barrett cupped one breast in his hand, feeling it expand. He didn't dare squeeze, not yet. He brushed one of Jasper's nipples as he undid the tape, and a soft shiver ran through the lion's body, sending a tiny ripple along the crest of his belly.

Barrett reached down to the lion's butt, contained by the briefs that were already extremely tight. He could have just left his cheeks to fill out in line with the rest of him, but where was the fun in that? He dragged the tape around Jasper's ass, and under the bulge in his underwear, which twitched at the touch. The lion's toes curled, and he began to stammer something.

"It's alright, young man," Barrett said warmly. "You have a fine rump; I think you'll look quite dashing in a pair of pants big enough for it."

Jasper tried to keep up his confident air. "Some of the other guys stare at it when they think I'm not looking. Squats, you know?"

"Indeed." Or nice, fatty foods, as Jasper would soon find himself quite fond of. Barrett watched the tape measure carefully. He started at forty-four inches, already on the larger side, and counted up, through the forties and into the fifties. The soft meat of Jasper's butt filled out all the rest that his underwear had to offer, and Barrett glanced up to catch Callan staring at the top of the lion's ass, now overflowing from the elastic of his briefs. Jasper's tufted tail flicked over his generous rump, which now fit well with the chub on his back.

Barrett ran his fingers forward, tracing the expansion of the rest of his hips, and the growing pad of fat beneath his belly, that had already embraced some of his leaking equipment. He'd look cute with all that softness around him.

His appreciation was cut through with a sudden _ripping_sound. Barrett sighed; he'd slipped the tape measure just an inch too far, and the back of Jaspar's underwear tore right along the fattest part of his butt, leading down to his thigh.

Jasper's breath caught, and he tore his attention away from Callan, scrambling to reach down and cover his backside, not that he could manage it anyway with how big and fat it was now. "Oh god, I'm sorry-" His words fell into a senseless quiet, as his wide eyes took in the shape of his fat chest, the jiggling heft of his belly blocking view of everything beneath it, the flab that used to be his toned bicep.

"Ah well, suppose the cat's out of the bag." Barrett stood right up to Jasper and began to slip his tape measure around Jasper's collar.

"Or lion," Callan said. He patted Jasper's rump, squeezing lustfully on his cheek. "He's certainly out of his underwear."

Jasper's big, frightened eyes turned to Barrett for answers. "Wh-what are you doing to me? Where are my muscles?"

"They're still there, young lion." Barrett patted his full chest. "Very much covered up, though."

"But I'm not..." Jasper paused, the surprise of it all overtaking his panic. "I'm not fat."

Callan squeezed his big, fuzzy belly from behind. "I think this disagrees with you, big boy."

Barrett started to expand the tape measure around Jasper's collar, watching the fat pool around his neck, creating a roll of blubber between it and his shoulders. A second chin started to grow beneath his snout, and the lion's handsome face turned soft, rounding out his strong leonine features with a cute, yielding look. His fangs and sharp teeth became endearing, as if trying to compensate and prove that he was still a big, threatening predator, despite his heavy, pillowy body. "I understand this is a bit of a shock, young man. But you needed a suit on short notice, and the best way to make that happen is to resize you."

"We are in the business of making men look their most handsome," Callan whispered into Jasper's ear. He ran his hands down the length of Jasper's body, squeezing and jiggling every curve he came across, until his hand came to rest over Jasper's penis, still covered by the remainder of his briefs. "You could have driven to the next town. It's only half an hour away. But maybe you knew that you'd get to look at two big, fat men if you came here?"

"I just don't like to drive," Jasper answered weakly.

Barrett stood back and picked up the big suit that the lion had wanted. "Tell us honestly, Jasper. When you saw this suit, did the idea of a man big enough to fit into it excite you?"

A touch of frustration grew on Jasper's chubby face. "Well, maybe, but..." He trailed off, unsure of what his objection was.

Callan filled his hands with the lion's moobs, and that frustration started to melt away into a mix of worry and arousal. "What will everyone think?" Jasper asked. "Can't you just... undo it?" He didn't seem certain about that request.

"Are you sure you'd want me to?" Barrett couldn't, of course, but he knew what Jasper's answer would be.

The lion's bulge was still hard in his briefs, and his hands ranged down across his belly, feeling the softness of his own body. A little breath of pleasure escaped him when he squeezed.

"We can stop now, Jasper. This suit is still too big to resize for you, but we could find a smaller one," Barrett said, "but you're very handsome with that weight. Imagine how you'd be if we finished?"

Jasper was quiet, his eyes flicking back and forth, a storm of worries and contradictions running through his maned head.

Callan pressed his own body hard against Jasper's back, until their love handles flattened against one another and the snake's own chest caressed Jasper's broad shoulders. "You must have wondered how it feels for two fat men to share their bodies with each other. The softness, the waves of motion coursing up your blubber, the weight of you both." His tongue flicked out to brush against Jasper's neck rolls. "Perhaps more than two men."

"Don't overwhelm the young man, Callan." Barrett held up the suit to Jasper. "It would only take a moment, and you'll be the biggest, fattest lion in town." He watched the shine in Jasper's eyes at those words, and the worry locking in his jaw. "Don't deny yourself out of fear, Jasper. Focus on what you want. Do you want to be fat enough to fit into this suit?"

Jasper's face was still rife with conflict, but he nodded softly.

Barrett moved slowly, to let Jasper see everything he did. He checked the measurements of the suit, and gave every inch of Jasper's body the attention it needed. He grew the lion's arms until they resembled pillows, the fat pressing against itself when he moved his elbow. His thighs grew until he couldn't keep them from touching each other if he tried, and his hips became wider than his shoulders.

He made sure to give the lion a belly that brought to mind great feasts, and the natural lionine urge to sleep all day afterward, even if this particular lion liked his exercise. Barrett plumped his face until it became so soft that nobody would take his big teeth seriously, and he made sure that Jasper's breasts were an irresistible bounty of tender lion meat.

With a good majority of the tape measure, Barrett made Jasper's ass even fuller, with enough soft padding to keep the lion comfortable sitting down, despite the hundreds of pounds he'd gained. Callan took to squeezing the expanse of that rump, always finding more fat to tease and pat. Jasper's underwear snapped off completely, falling to the floor in tatters and leaving the lion utterly naked. The heft of his belly covered his crotch, much to the desperate whining of the lion. Barrett lifted it to get a look at one of his personal favorite parts. The pad of fat under his belly was full, and a good bit of his dick was now invisible within it; he still had a respectable size, still thick and alluring in his soft foreskin. A trail of precum painted from the crest of that skin, down his balls and thigh, wetting the pretty golden fur.

"Let's clean you up," Barrett said, dabbing up the fluid with a soft tissue.

Jasper's anxious shaking turned to heavy, ponderous breaths. His pudgy arms tried to wrap underneath his belly and lift, despite the huff of exertion from the weight. "I'm... I'm huge. I'm so fat." He still had disbelief painted on his face.

Barrett patted the soft crests on his back. "Let's get you in front of the mirror. We'll have you try on the suit and see if it fits just right."

Jasper didn't say anything, still trying to stare down at himself, the fat on his neck cushioning him in rolls.

"Callan, help him would you?" Barrett asked. He and the snake attended to each of Jasper's sides. The big lion's walk was slower, uneven at first, having to take into account the shifting weight of his stomach, chest, and thighs.

Jasper murmured in amazement, "I can feel every step going up my body."

Barrett smiled warmly at him. He remembered when he got big enough for that. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it Jasper?"

The lion didn't answer, but his deliberately big steps told Barrett what he wanted to know.

"Such a jiggly kitty." Callan hissed, eyes locked on Jasper's side rolls.

When they reached the mirror, Jasper just stared at himself. He felt the collar of fat around his neck, groped his own chest, and shimmied until he could see his fattened rump. "The guys aren't going to believe this," He said, his nervousness coming back in full force.

"I'll get your new suit," Barrett said.

The boar offered Jasper a custom-made pair of briefs, though the lion struggled to bend over his belly fat and get his legs in the holes. Embarrassment huffed out of his nose as he tried to keep balance on one foot.

Barrett stroked Callan's arm. "Darling, I think this young man might want some more privacy."

Callan flicked his tongue in disappointment. "I suppose, love. Just let me know if he wants any more help."

Once the snake slithered away to the back of the shop, Barrett helped Jaspar to sit down on a reinforced bench and guided him in slipping the underwear up his stuffed thighs. "What's troubling you, my fine lion? You like your new body, don't you?"

Jasper sighed and tugged the elastic snug against his hips. "It's not about that." He rubbed his belly, as if he could push it back in. "When my friends see me..." he trailed off.

Barrett nodded and set the rest of the suit down. "You're worried they'll make fun of you?"

He nodded. "We all work out together, and they don't even know I liked bigger guys."

"Are they good friends?" Barrett asked.

"Yeah," Jasper answered, eyes on the floor, "they are."

Barrett took Jasper's hand and put it on his own stomach. "Then they won't mind. Who knows, perhaps you're not the only one with a taste for fatter men."

A little smile broke on Jasper's snout. "You think so?"

Barrett got him to stand again, floorboards creaking under his heft. "A handsome young lion like you? They'll be clamoring just to touch-or maybe even feed you."

His breath picked up. "Really?"

"Oh yes, especially for a big predator. Where do you think my Callan found all that fat?" Barrett laughed. "Oh, he thought he was the seductive snake coiling around a nice, plump boar. Really, it's you feisty, sharp-toothed men who take to a good fattening best." He picked up the suit again. "Just make sure you don't pop these buttons; it's far too nice a shirt."

Jasper nodded, mulling over a lot of thoughts, but with a hopeful look on his sweet face. Barrett ruffled his mane and started to dress him. He slipped the lion's heavy arms through the sleeves, and pulled the hem around his hips, underneath his side rolls and the crest of his belly, to show off all the weight on his frame. He buttoned the purple cloth, though left the top two buttons undone, so his collar of fat could breathe.

Barrett left him like that for a minute, just to admire such a large man in underwear and a shirt, enough hidden to tantalize him, but so much of his soft form on display. He envied whichever man would get to court this lion. Barrett beckoned Jasper to sit down on the floor and handed him the pants. It seemed the lion was getting accustomed to his body, and after a minute of grunting and effort, he buttoned them, a perfect fit for his beautiful thighs. Standing up again proved a bigger struggle, but Barrett was glad to help, and feel the weight of his handiwork. The boar helped him button a little loop on the back of the pants around his tail, and slipped the suit's fine dark jacket over his shoulders.

Jasper grinned and stepped a few times, turning and showing off his well-dressed body.

"It compliments your fur perfectly." Barrett appraised him, reaching out just to tuck the collar of the shirt a little further down-and to trace his hand over the lion's fat chest, of course. The fabric of the shirt was tight enough to show the shape of his moobs.

"I've never had a fitted suit before," Jasper said, "it feels so nice. But, um... how much is it all going to be?"

Barrett patted his shoulder. "Well, young man, I didn't have to actually refit the suit at all. I wasn't expecting to sell that one for a while anyway, so I'll give it to you for quite little. I'll even throw in some walking clothes while we're at it. I suppose it's my doing that you can't use your old ones."

Jasper dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, though exponentially larger than the ones he'd entered with. "Not quite as stylish," Barrett smoothed out the fabric against Jasper's belly, "but still very handsome." He handed the lion the suit, kept safe in a large box. While he did so, Barrett palmed his card into Jasper's big, pudgy hand. "If you'd like to see just how a body like yours should be appreciated, I and Callan would be more than happy to help."

"Oh," Jasper blurted, "well, yeah, maybe, I'll... I'll see."

"Let's say that you will." Barrett said with certainty.

Jasper nodded with a dumb little smile. He clutched the card and put it carefully in his pocket. Barrett would most certainly be seeing more of this girthy lion. Jasper rubbed the back of his mane and turned to the door. "Listen, thanks for the suit, and for..." He looked down at himself, excitement in his eyes. "However you did this, anyway."

"You're most welcome, my friend." Barrett walked him to the door. "It's always a joy to tend to the big, heavy beasts of the city. Now, go put on that saunter of yours and turn some heads." He gave Jasper one last, firm pat on the butt and watched the big kitty step out into the afternoon, hips swaying happily.