Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, feederism, losing mobility with assistance, loving teasing, exertion, sweat), sex, dairy, meat, heavy use of mayonnaise, “you”

You glance over, blushing at your boyfriend working the grill, as you take another big bite from the fifth hot dog he put on your paper plate. He meets the eyes of his enormously blubber-packed femboy shark with his glowing red gaze, and coos, “My pretty whale wants another hot dog, doesn’t he?” Your fat face is burning red with embarrassment as you nod and whine out, “Yeah...and a cheeseburger too…” He grins and says, “You’re gonna get too fat for your dresses again, and I’m gonna enjoy every minute of helping you waddle back in to the tailor from the parking lot. I bet he loves having someone like you as a customer~” You give a shy smile as you weakly reply, “I love you…” The demon dog makes his way over to you with your hot dog and triple cheeseburger, letting his swim brief contained bulge press into your yellow-fabric-draped blubber, as he replies, “Love you too, whale. You’re so cute when you’re filling that blubber gut of yours with more greasy meat.”

With your waistline too fat and your weight too heavy for you to sit normally at his picnic table, he got you a lawn chair to keep at the end. He sits at the picnic table as close to you as he can, his own belly touching the table, but otherwise not having any trouble with it. You feel his paw kneading into your belly blubber as he lets out a comforting growl, sending your face burning red. “Have another two liter. I want my whale to feel good, and I know that involves filling your snout. And having me dig out your cock." Precum is dripping out of your fatpad. You’re so flustered as you continue to cram food into your fat belly while your boyfriend keeps playing with your body. It all feels so good.

“I bet you’d like it if I slathered my cock in mayo and jammed it into your face. Hell, I bet you’d get just as much enjoyment out of me feeding you spoonfuls of mayo.” His paw is under your dress. “I actually found out how many calories are in a jar of mayo. It’s about 4,320. What if I fed you that entire jar, whale?” You start sweating and huffing a lot harder as you feel a couple of his digits find your sunken length and start playing with it. “Yeah, I’m gonna add a can of tuna to an entire jar of mayo and feed it to you. You’re a good boy who’s gonna eat it all. I can even add a second can of tuna for more flavor.” He pulls his paw out from under your overhang, but still under your sundress, and takes a pawful of blubber. “Let me help you waddle inside, beautiful. I’m gonna make my fat as fuck whale boyfriend cum himself to sleep on the couch with a belly full of meat and mayo.”

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Your sundress is damp with sweat as you pant and wheeze, struggling to waddle your way back inside with your boyfriend’s caring help. You whimper out, “Huff...I need-pant...a minute…” He waits with you, still keeping your enormously fat body supported. The break feels good, but your clawfeet ache, so you pant out, “I’m-wheeze...ready again…” He grins as he continues waddling you inside, helping you turn sideways into the door, and getting you to the couch. You hear it loudly creaking under you as you slam back down into the indent you’ve made over the years, sucking in as much air as you can with your unending wheezes and gasps. The demon dog sits himself next to you, gropes your sweaty belly blubber, and coos, “You won’t have to worry about waddling for much longer, whale~”

Your bury your face in his chest, knowing it’s somehow even redder than it already was from your “short” waddle inside. He holds your sunhat to keep it from falling as he adds, “Time for more dinner,” before putting it back on your pretty head, going to the fridge, pulling out a full jar of mayo and two cans of tuna, dumping them together, and barely mixing them. “I bet you’d like if I made you eat this daily. You’d like that, right, whale? At the very least, I’m gonna slather your cheeseburgers in it from now on. More mayo than burger.” Your cock is aching to cum, and every sentence of his only makes you more desperate; you know he’s completely serious. Your boyfriend sits back down next to you, and holds a spoonful of mayo up to your snout with a smirk on his face. You eat, and eat, and eat, exactly like he knew you would. He grins as he digs into the jar and pulls out each spoonful for you to stuff your stomach with, and you just know your feeder’s mind is racing with ideas for how to get even more mayo in you, now that you’ve opened this door. Eventually, the jar is empty, and he’s diving in to kiss his mayo-smeared boyfriend’s snout.

His paws explore your body, digging and kneading into blubber through your sweat-dampened sundress, as they find their way underneath. You whimper into the kiss as you feel him exerting more force on you, knowing he’s digging his cock out of his swim brief. He growls, “You’re too fat for me to get in deep enough to fuck your fat ass anymore, so I’m just gonna fuck some of your gut blubber.” His hot length does exactly as he says, and you feel him start thrusting while he growls out, “I’m not calling you a shark again for the rest of your life, whale. You’re actually fat as fuck for a whale, even. You and I both know that’s what you’ve always wanted. That’s your future.” The combination of the wobbles sent through your fatpad with your boyfriend’s intimate teasing are enough to send you over the edge before he’s even really begun, and you feel your balls emptying themselves against your own blubber. You’re having too much trouble catching your breath to speak, but he grins knowingly as he continues fucking your gut. You feel so content knowing your boyfriend is going to be the one taking care of you as your mobility goes. He cums, collapses against your blubber-packed body, and starts snoring. You join him in sleep once your panting slows down a little. You love him so much.

– Shark (he/him (or she/her)) 🧡 & Demon Dog (any pronouns) 🤍