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"You are an asshole and this is entirely your fucking fault." The plaintive wail came from the bathroom, rent from the lips of a blubbering mess of a stoat. The past two months had not been kind towards Lewis, his once slender stomach pushed out beyond what his shirts normally allowed. They never stayed right on him, always rising up over his navel if he didn't constantly readjust them.

The subject of the stoat's ire this time, though, was a different matter entirely. His pants wouldn't button. No matter how much he struggled, the things wouldn't come closed enough for him to snap the button into place on his widened waist, his hips showing off curves he'd never imagined that he could have. And so he was doing the next logical thing in his mind and crying, holding his face in his hands while a pair of pants hung on his curved hips.

"Come on, hon. Can't be that bad, can it?" The kangaroo immediately regretted it when a hairbrush rushed through the door, narrowly missing his head. The stoat was stressed out about enough but the kangaroo arguably had the worst end of it. Nothing that Shane had read in the magazines that Doctor Hudson had given them had even remotely prepared him for how much of a wreck the mustelid could become in a short space of time.

Not quite the over-dramaticized image that the movies portrayed a pregnant woman as, shifting from happy to sad in a heartbeat, but it was somewhat relatable. Small stresses could radically change into a mountain and a mountain could become Mt. Everest. Emotions were easily built up and expelled, anger, frustration, sadness... all of that could come to a head in less time than normal.

"Look, Lewis... hon. Maybe." He swallowed heavily, he'd been dreading posing this question for a while. If only because he'd been worried that it'd drive another fit out of the stoat due to it being suggested. "Maybe we should go... er. Paternity clothes shopping?" He didn't dare say maternity, he'd learned long ago that Lewis didn't want to be thought of as a 'mom'. They were on equal ground in this relationship, after all, even if one of them was currently pregnant with the other's twin kits.

Lewis looked up from the floor with a sniffle, even as he gave another try of the button, succeeding this time with with a dull click of the button sticking into place. That alone seemed to lighten up his mood, but Shane wasn't expecting the kiss that suddenly met his lips instead of another comb or hairbrush.

They stood like that for a few moments, Shane careful to keep his abdomen back to give the stoat's growing stomach room during it. Tongues tangling as they worked against each other, muzzles meeting at some point to get their lips mashed together. Of course, Shane had to push Lewis back... they'd had enough close calls for him to understand when things were going to get too heated.

"Mmnnh, come on. We need to get going." Shane smiled, wiping the tears from the corners of the stoat's eyes with his thumbs. "Else we're not going to go anywhere at all." Of course, the stoat wasn't taking no for an answer. A predatory gleam came to the mustelid's eye as he edged Shane back onto the bed and pulled down the zipper on his pants... then frowned a bit as he seemed to finally realize what the kangaroo was saying.

His lower lip jutted out in a pout, white-furred face turning downcast as he edged onto the bed to sit on the roo's lap. "Ugh, you're no fun... come on, it's not like you can knock me up again. Just a quick romp, I get your dick in me, then we head out smelling like sex." Shane seemed to realize just how many teeth there were in the mustelid's mouth with that toothy grin coming across Lewis' muzzle.

It was hard to think with that rounded rear grinding against his dick, the roo having to clench his jaw shut from saying something he'd regret. It was like all of his thought processes had suddenly drifted down into his penis and it was saying that fucking the living daylights out of his boyfriend was the best idea it had ever heard.

Fortunately it was his proper brain that came in with the save after a lengthy reboot, leaving them there in the interim with the stoat straddling the kangaroo's lap. "Yeah, but if we do we won't ever leave the house today. Again. Not that I minded the last time, but you need the new clothes today, Lew." He offered a sheepish smile towards the stormy gaze that fell over him, leaving him shrinking under its withering taint.

Just when he thought he was going to get smacked or something similar, the stoat slid off of him with a cheeky sort of grin. "Fine. But I get to collect on this little wasted attempt whenever I want." There was an evil glimmer to those eyes but Shane was just happy that they'd get out of the house today. Of course, he WAS happy until a hand squeezed down on his genitals enough to making him remember that he had his most vulnerable part out and in the open.

"And I do mean whenver, you got it?" A gentle squeeze, pinning down the kangaroo's nuts between fingers this time instead of just sac. It drew out a soft squeak from the kangaroo's mouth before he quickly nodded, wheezing out when the stoat finally let him go.

This was going to be a long day.

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Shane looked down in horror at the pile of clothing surrounding the dressing room. Outfit after outfit after outfit, all of it the wrong color, the wrong size, the wrong style. He'd never pictured Lewis as much of a fashionista but here the man was proving that he didn't quite know everything about his boyfriend just yet.

Once again the door opened and Lewis stepped out, his arms full of clothes that he'd rejected but this time there was something different. The stoat wasn't in the clothing that they had arrived at the store in, the clothes that had only barely fit on his frame. Now, Shane smiled as he saw his pregnant lover with a proper set of clothing wrapped around his body.

A sleek black and white barred shirt that actually managed to get down past that stretched stomach, some loose fitting slacks that didn't look half bad on the mustelid's waist, not to mention that he'd somehow picked up some new leather shoes to go along with it. Somehow there was just this radiance about the stoat now that he had some good clothes on him, it made the kangaroo stand up with a huge smile parting his lips.

"Wow... Lewis, just." He inhaled and sighed. "Wow, you look great in that. I take it those are keepers?" The roo grinned, the large pile of wasted clothing no longer such a big deal now that the stoat had picked out something. It was worth it to see a smile that lit up his world again.

Of course, that smile suddenly turned downright evil as the kangaroo found himself getting pulled in by the shirt collar. The dressing room door clicked shut behind him before he was pushed back into the small closet-sized space, down onto the little seat in the corner that was ostensibly for clothes.

Before Shane could blink, his pants were pulled down, white-furred fingers dancing along the rise of shaft contained within those tight briefs. At least before the flap was pulled open and Shane's dick bounced out of the tight confines, blood coursing through it making it rise up until it was sitting out at an angle.

He tried to make some sort of protest before he found a pair of underwear that he dimly recognized as the red ones being forced into his mouth and turning his voice into a muffled sound. Shane could practically taste Lewis on the briefs in is mouth, like the mustelid had been steadily leaking pre into them for most of the day... and that had probably been the case, now that he thought about it.

Lewis was wasting no time, even during the kangaroo's thought process, stripping out of those pants that finally fit and sending them to the ground. He was wearing no underwear beneath them, leaving that firm dick to hang out from under the gentle curve of his pregnant stomach. Shane had to admit that there was an erotic appeal to see that, the way Lewis's shaft actually started to follow the way his stomach pushed out. It was enough to get a subtle twitch out of his own shaft.

Then the stoat was on his knees and it seemed as if they were right back to where they had left off this morning. Lewis' lips parted easily around the crown of that dick, easing down to the root with only the slightest of coughs. Anal was rapidly getting phased out of their love life, mostly with gentle prodding from their doctor that it might hurt things back there. Well-studied or not, there was no point in taking risks. And that meant that either Lewis was choking down Shane's dick or the roo was playing catcher.

Of course, those sorts of thoughts had zero place in the here and now, the way Lewis was eagerly bobbing his head up and down. Shane could only bite down on the underwear in his mouth to keep himself as silent as possible, even with the steady chup chup chup of that mouth working up and down his shaft. He hated to admit, but had been feeling a little blue balled since their early morning... but if he was blue-balled.

A devious thought flared through his mind as he kicked off his shoes, spreading the warmth of his undersole along the stoat's cock. It was something they'd experimented with once or twice after watching a few too many videos with it as a focus... but today the kangaroo was rewarded with a husky groan around his shaft. Perfect. His other foot was freed from its shoe and he brought both socked soles together around that slender shaft, grinning a bit as the stoat started humping.

There was a fervor to their actions: they were in a public place and the longer they were making the noise and stink of sex the larger their risk of being caught by an employee or security. Shane tried to keep his brain in the right place, intent on just enjoying every little movement and sensation that the mustelid saw fit to gift him in their moment of public pleasure.

He could feel the warmth between his toes, hot precum being smeared along as the stoat humped back and forth, rocking as if he was going into some guy's tight rear and grinding back onto another fat dick. Shane just watched, cheeks tinged red as the pregnant mustelid blew him and fucked between his feet, friction heating between those large feet that the roo sported.

The taboo nature of their little excursion was enough for the roo to blow quickly, holding onto the back of Lewis' head as he painted the inside of the man's throat as white as his fur. His legs twitched and his whole body leaned forward with a husky groan rising out from behind the makeshift gag that was resting on his tongue. Not much longer he felt the definite surge of spunk across the soles of his feet, resting easily between them as they both slowed their motions to a stop.

Lewis slowly stood up, smacking his lips with a smile, flashing the kangaroo a cum-webbing filled grin before he audibly swallowed. A hand down to his stomach, practically purring as he rubbed over the lightly gravid dome he was sporting. "Mmh... thanks, babe. Glad I got that little treat for myself." He teased softly, pulling the underwear from the kangaroo's mouth with a wink.

All Shane could do was wheeze out a quiet thanks as he stood up, forcing his stained socks into his shoes. He was seriously regretting his rash decision but... well, at least it had left the mustelid happy. Course, it didn't help when the pregnant belly was pushed against his flat stomach and their lips met in a kiss. They held each other like that for a long time, Shane's hands on either side of that wonderful belly as it filled with life, slowly rubbing along the sides as he pressed his tongue along the roof of his lover's mouth.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "WHO'S IN THERE?! If you come out now, we're not gonna press charges!"

Looks like they were caught anyway. Both of them hurriedly dressed, gave sheepish smiles to the canine standing outside the dressing room door. Shane and Lewis covered their faces as they rushed out of the store, embarrassment keeping them from doing anything more.

At least they had fun.