Fat Pool Fun
#4 of Short Stories
I couldn't stop staring at him. He's just so cute. Right now, we're playing pool in his parent's garage. When his turn is done, I take my cue and aim for the striped ball in the corner. It's a little trouble for me since my 400 pound belly presses against the table. I take my shot, and the ball I was aiming for falls into the pocket.
"You're pretty good at this." Buddy said. He's this adorable golden retriever with sparkling blue eyes.
"Not as good as you." I said.
"You only have two more balls left in the game, I still have four."
"Yeah. But, you managed to get two in one shot multiple times."
"True." I rarely ever played this game before. When I aim for another striped ball, I feel a paw on my back, gently caressing me. I shoot, but miss my target. Buddy just looks at me and gives me a small kiss in my lips. I loved it when he kissed me. He walks to the other side of the table to aim again. I then walk over there once he takes the next shot (he just barely misses). I can't focus on the game when he looks at me with that cute smile, plus it causes me to smile.
I carefully reach out and caress his arm. "Is foxy feeling affectionate?" Buddy asked.
"Yes." When I said this, Buddy set down his cue then, unexpectedly, takes off his blue shirt. I can't help but feel his body a bit. His fur is so soft like some sort of silk. Before I know it, Buddy slowly takes off my shirt. I lift my arms over my head to make it easier for him. He tosses our clothes to the side.
I'll admit, I'm a little embarrassed when my belly is a bit exposed, but I don't think that Buddy really cares. I sit on the edge of the pool table (it creaks a bit, but Buddy tells me it'll hold). Buddy runs his paws through my stomach fur and around to my back, hugging me. I embrace him back. He kisses me again on my lips. This time, it continues. My heart just fills up with passion for this dog. I feel his tongue push into my muzzle and I do the same for him.
After a while of this, I reach down and kiss his neck a little bit, only for him to do the same right back. I roll my head back to let him kiss my neck for a long time. I slowly rub his back as he's making out with me. When he's done with my neck, we go back to locking muzzles. I mur a little bit into the kiss. I can feel my tail wagging since I think it knocks into a pool ball, but my mind is elsewhere.
When I think that 10 minutes have passed, Buddy starts to trail kisses down my neck, shoulder, then down my stomach. He gets on his knees and starts to kiss my belly. I slowly rub behind his ears (I know he loves that). Buddy's paws gently caress my fat midsection. I think he even plays with my fat a bit.
"Does someone love worshipping my belly?" I tease him a bit.
A muffled "Mhm" is what I get in response. Probably because he's too busy kissing me. I ruffle the fur on his head a little bit. He slowly stands back up, running his nose through my fur, inhaling its scent. It tickles a little bit. We kiss again for a little more until he pulls back and looks at me.
"You never told me you had a fat fetish." I say in a playful voice.
"You never told me you look so hot without a shirt on." he says.
"Oh stop!" I blush, "I'm not as cute as you."
"Yes you are. You are completely sexy." he says, "You have the sexy body."
"I'm fat, I'm not sexy." I blush deeper and look at the floor. Buddy places a paw under my muzzle and lifts my head up to look him in those beautiful eyes again.
"You're absolutely adorable." he whispers, "Here, lay down on the table." I didn't know what he had in mind, but I layed down, and then carefully turned over that I'm laying down on that table, on my side, scooting forward so my legs don't dangle over the edge. The table wiggles a little bit when I do that, but still stays intact. Buddy climbs on the table with me.
"Woah, how much weight can this table support?" I ask, panicked.
"Over 600 pounds." Buddy explains, "Since you're 400 and I'm just shy of 160, we'll be ok." he lays down next to me, facing me. I wrap my arms around him and hug him close. His paw just rubs my belly. I smile.
"Do you really love rubbing my belly that much?" I ask, giggling.
"I can't help it. You're so soft." he says, "I'll stop if you want."
"I don't have a problem with it, I just wanted to know why."
"Besides. I think that you're very cute. And, I've wanted to kiss you for a while, but just never had the courage."
"Same here. I thought you were very cute and sweet since we met."
"Plus, I've been wanting to cuddle you too."
"Well, you're always allowed to cuddle with me." I say.
"Really?" his ears perk up.
"Of course. Even though I'm shy, I love the feeling of cuddling and kissing." Buddy smiles when I say that. Before this moment can become awkward, he tightens his hug on me and we kiss again. I kiss back, and hug him, not wanting to let him go. The kissing lasts for about an hour, with it deepening as it goes. Eventually, we fall asleep on this table in each other's embrace.