Chapter 2 Life is to be savored.

He was the fattest man Aerin had ever been with. Long ago, she had loved exploring all the unique ways his body piled on weight, not that he’d gained that much back then. There had been such serious matters going on around them that stuffing him was much lower on their list of priorities than they would have liked. Now, he threw his fine robe aside and she got to see the body she’d always wondered about.

He lived up to his last name, expanding evenly in all directions. Aerin was delighted to see how fat his rear had become, remarkably round and firm. His belly was the opposite, hanging and flabby, wobbling like jelly with his breath. His chest was broad, as were his shoulders, and even broader with the inches of fat he added. Heavy breasts rested on his gut, and his dark nipples were stiff, visible through his fur. His arms had muscle underlying the layers of pillowy lard, and bunched with every movement. He was perfect, and more lovely than she ever could have imagined.

She stepped, or perhaps lunged forward, burning to touch him and reacquaint herself with his body. The sweetness of the sigh he exhaled at her touch stirred her even more.

Human men —or, remembering a deliciously obese Draenei who’d shared her bed a few months ago, any furless man — who grew to tremendous sizes acquired a unique fragility to their skin. It drew her in, she always wanted to care for, pamper, and adore those precious plump folds, kissable, vulnerable.

For Chou, his fuzzy coat protected his delicate flesh. His rolls slid atop each other with a soft rasp of his thick, silky fur. Across his chest and belly it was the color of fresh cream, which changed to dark and milk chocolate patches along his back, shoulders and limbs. The way the pattern framed his roundness seemed designed to enhance his fatness, to draw her eye, then her hand, to the thickest, softest parts of him. His discarded robe fell across her bed at the inn. It was so voluminous she could use it as a blanket – but she’d rather have him.

Every inch of him was new and yet poignantly familiar. On the hang of his gurgling, fatter belly, his fur thinned to a velvety whisper under her palms. He gasped at her gentle touch. “Aerin, sweetness,” he whimpered, lying back on the bed, surrendering to her.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” she chided him.

“But my mouth isn’t – oh.” Chou sounded sheepish and dutifully popped a braided sweet roll between his lips.

“I ask so little,” she teased, and knelt between his knees. With one arm, she braced the heavy bulge up to reveal his thighs and loins. His pale pink skin blushed under the coat of cream, which deepened and thickened over the swollen fat pad obscuring his member. Under Aerin’s eyes, it hardened and peeked out from under that heavy bulge.

“Oh, hello, lover,” she cooed in delight, and dove in to taste him. He moaned and pawed at his belly, jiggling its volatile contents in a soothing rocking motion. She labored under the heavy weight of his immense tummy, her face smushed into his pillowy fat pad, making her own blissful sounds. Her sex ached to be touched, but she needed both hands to pleasure her fat, furry man.

Aerin pulled one of his thick calves between her thighs and ground her hips against it. His scent, spicy, warm, with a base note of earth and wood, filled her nose while his cock filled her mouth. He was so huge, filling her senses and, damn it, her heart. It felt right for her to be here with him, doing this.

No, this was about pleasure, she said sternly to herself. Her heart needed to stay out of this.

“I need to ride you, Chou,” she said, pushing herself up from the floor. He turned his head towards her, chewing the latest bun. She beckoned to him, “Give me the plate, let me feed you.”

He nodded eagerly and shifted on the bed to help hold his belly off his fat pad. “Will you… will you take your robe off?” Chou’s voice was almost timid. “I’d love to see your body, Aerin. You are the loveliest woman I’ve ever known.”

She hesitated. Part of her wanted to say no – the wounded part she was desperately to ignore – but the rest cried an enthusiastic yes. She wanted his soft fur tickling her nipples, his fat rolls warming her thighs and belly, her bare breasts cupped by his plump, strong hands. With shaking fingers she unlaced her robe starting with the narrow bodice. It fell down around her, revealing her corset, bloomers, and stockings.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gasped, his claws sinking into his flesh with excitement. “Your breasts look even bigger than I remembered.”

“Funny,” she smirked, now untying her corset laces. “All of you looks bigger than I remembered.” He grinned at her and opened his mouth, cuing her to feed him.

“Poor fat bear,” she teased. “Too fat to sit up and feed himself, he needs someone to do it for him.” Naked, she crawled onto him, swinging one round, sturdy thigh across him to straddle his prone bulk. Aerin nudged her knees under the heavy spread of his belly, and stretched over the swollen expanse to stuff him further.

Chou nobly ignored her banter and chewed the bun quickly. “More, please.”

Aerin giggled. It was a much larger stretch than it had once been to ride and feed him at the same time. “Chou, I might need both hands to hold onto you.” The plate wobbled in his belly, his whole body rippled with motion every time either of them moved. Her breath caught in her throat.

He looked down at her, over the plump mounds of his chest, chin rolls mashing together, and arched his eyebrow. “I thought you wanted me fatter, Aerin, what’s wrong?” A wicked smirk snuck across his face. He wiggled, making her squeak with laughter.

“Hmf,” Aerin said, trying to seem haughty even as she rocked on her cushiony seat. “I’ll trust you to keep eating.” Her small hands, sturdy and strong, pushed at his belly and fat pad before she sank down onto his cock with a blissful sigh. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned out the most guttural, primal, inelegant sound she’d ever made. His member, though buried in his plush fat pad, was as thick as the rest of him, stretching her out and making her gasp. She ground her hips on him, rubbing herself like a cat against his luscious blubber.

“Jade fucking serpent,” moaned Choi through a full mouth.

Aerin’s eyes were shut tight, surrendering to the marvelous sensations rippling through her body. She hadn’t the wit to banter, or the interest. Every mote of her being was wrapped up in riding her fat bear.

“Plate’s empty,” Chou grunted, then whimpered a little pathetically. “Belly’s full. So full…”

Her lips split into a wide grin. “How full, Chou?”

She could hear the answering smile in his voice. “So full! Couldn’t fit another bite in me.” He belched as if to punctuate how stuffed he was. “I feel like my stomach is being stretched. I want to eat like this every day, girl cub.”

“Everyday?” Her voice was throatier and hoarser.

“I want you to feed me until I can’t budge, sweetness.” Choi’s voice rasped, a hitch in his breath interrupting himself. “I’m so bloated, so damn full, little owl, you’re going to make me so fat!”

The pet name, his glee in his gluttony, the touch of his jiggling, soft body, all roiled in Aerin’s body and she sank her fingernails into his plush sides and buried her face in his belly. Her body shook with pleasure, her core squeezing his cock until he filled her with his seed.

She collapsed in a happy, sweaty puddle on Choi’s soft belly. His breath slowed, his hands slid over her body to rest on her back. The tips of his nails gently tickled her skin. “Incredible,” Chou said quietly.

Aerin stayed quiet for a moment longer. “Did you mean everything you said?” Her smaller body was still and tense.

Chou slid his huge paws under her arms and dragged her up his body to look her in the eye. “Every single word. I’ve missed you for ten years. I’ve wanted to be fed by you.”

“How can you be sure?”

He made a moue of frustration. “I was still a boy then, and I was scared. Too proud to admit it, but I was scared of everything. You. Love. Having a future and having no future. War was the thing I feared least then. It was life that scared me.”

“And now?”

He pressed his muzzle of her temple, and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her against his plush softness. “The only thing I fear now is losing you again.”

Aerin could feel his body stiffen every second that she silently pondered her reply. She twined her fingers in the fur in her chest and slipped her arms around his neck. They lay, quietly gazing into each other’s eyes before a silly smirk burst on her face. She kissed his cheek and a little smirk curved her full lips, “Then you’ve no fear at all, my fat bear. You’re only ever a portal away.”