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oh and also, another story, same author as before.
PROLOGUE
"You're really going to invite him?"
"Why not? He'll love it. He was a total hit last year."
"Last year, he was still leaving his apartment. When was the last time you saw him in person?"
"Come on, I'm sure he's still the life of the party. He'll come. Everyone's gonna love him."
"We'll have to hire extra staff."
"Details. We've got the money. If we're really going to have the party of the year, Zeph has absolutely got to come. I'm telling you."
"Plus, you're super into him. Or, at least his.."
"Maybe a little bit. Doesn't change the fact that he's gonna be a hit."
"You're lucky I'm not the jealous type."
"Don't I know it."
SURVIVING THE NEW YEAR
The twins' mansion was the largest one in town, and their New Years Eve party was the event of the year. By eight o'clock, each of its seven sitting rooms, three game rooms, two dining rooms and both its ballroom and great hall were packed with guests ready to celebrate the new year. Hundreds of people were invited to the event. Though they were mostly from the upper echelons of society, and despite their great wealth, the twins weren't particularly elitist. Their attendees who couldn't afford such a posh event were provided with anything that might be required to fit in.
The marten brothers, Bryce and Dashel, were not only identical twins, they were both gay: there was a great deal of speculation on the precise nature of their relationship. Their guest list reflected this, and nearly half the partygoers were fit gay guys in their twenties. It wasn't a surprise to the staff that while all twelve bartenders were being stretched to their limits, the world-class and exquisite food was left untouched.
People were dancing, acquaintances were being met, art was being admired. It was a successful, if understated, party from the moment the doors opened. Understated, at least, until Zeph arrived.
The twins had sent sleek black town cars to pick up each of their guests, but interrupting the constant stream of identical vehicles was a large, white van. It parked at the front door and both driver and passenger got out. The valet and security guard were about to redirect them to the rear entrance when the back door swung open.
Together, the pair managed to help over a half-ton of bunny slowly struggle out onto the red carpet. He was dressed in an enormous tuxedo that had clearly been tailor made to fit around his titanic bulk, and it still a little tight around the middle. Suspenders managed to keep his 110-inch pants from slipping around his constantly shifting, sloshing body. When he finally managed to get to his feet, it was obvious that his belly easily sagged down past his knees and the waistband of his pants came up to some arbitrary spot several feet above his navel.
With an attendant holding on to each of Zeph's pillow-like arms, he was just barely able to put one foot in front of each other. He took the shallow, elegant steps up to the twins' front door slowly and carefully. By the time he reached the top of the small staircase, his face and chest were dripping with sweat. His hair was soaked and his attendants, both with arms buried into Zeph's pits for support, were bearing the brunt of it.
Still, when he managed to take his first couple steps into the grand foyer, he was still able to talk. And, in a deep voice, he half-shouted. "Now where's the food?!"
The foyer was two stories tall with enormous, vaulted ceilings that carried Zeph's voice around. There were twenty furs milling about on the ground floor and another three dozen looking down at him from the mezzanine. Conversation died entirely as each person fell silent to stare at the incongruous, impossibly obese rabbit.
"Let me guess.." He belched loudly. "..you've all lost your appetites?"
Bryce, the younger twin, came running in from some other room. "Zeph, you made it!"
"Free food? Of course I did! Besides, how am I gonna say no to the guy who helped make all this possible?" He gave the topmost part of his bellyfat a pat. "Especially when he sends me two hot guys to follow me around wherever I go. Bet these guys didn't know what they were getting themselves into, did they?"
The bunny laughed again, though it turned into an asthmatic chuckle after a moment.
Bryce's face turned into an amused grin. In stark contrast to the massive bunny, he was as slender and perfectly manicured as the most of his guests. "Bah. You needed some money to get away from your strict parents, I had it. I'm just glad I could help. But, come on. Let's get you a seat near the food, shall we?"
"You read my mind. I'm starving and my back is killing me."
"I bet, big guy." The two men standing on either side of him helped the bunny start shuffling through wide hallways that barely accommodated them. "You're looking a lot bigger than the last time I saw you. Put on a few more pounds?"
"In the last few months? Yeah, almost 150. Broke half a ton a while back." His words were slow and punctuated with gasps and wheezes.
"And you're only 19, right? Absolutely incredible." Bryce shook his head. "You've gotta slow down soon though, right?"
The bunny let loose a wheezing chuckle that sounded more like choking than laughter. Both men were clearly struggling to help the bunny move at this point, and their arms were sunk deep into sweaty, shapeless, and increasingly helpless limbs and rolls. "Fuck stopping! That doc you pay to come by keeps telling me I only got a couple years left unless I radically change my diet and start exercising."
Zeph rolled his eyes. "I told her same thing I told you back when. I don't care what happens to me, as long as I get to eat what I want and feel this gut grow. Shit, way I'm going lately, I'll probably do myself in before I'm 20!" He wheezed out another laugh.
Bryce's eyes went wide, but he managed to compose himself. Everyone near enough to hear their conversation began to whisper and murmur scandalously. Seeing such a massive, unhealthy blob at such an elegant party was shock enough, but the things he was saying? It was too crazy to NOT whisper about, even right in front of the massive rabbit.
The mustelid kept Zeph's light-hearted tone regarding the countdown to his self-destruction. "Well, you've got.. what, eight months left to make that happen, huh?"
Just then, they turned the corner into the dining room. The twenty-meter long room was dominated by a massive, long table that sat forty in beautiful, ornate wooden chairs. However, instead of place settings, every inch of table space was devoted to an incredible array of food. Everything from whole ham roasts, trays of turkey legs, platters of shrimp and lobster with bowls of melted butter, mountains of meatballs, sweet and savory pastries from all corners of the world, chocolate fountains, tiered cheesecakes.. the list went on and on. It was more than enough each of the several hundred party attendees. And it was hardly touched.
The bunny let loose an excited moan when he saw the spread. "Damn, all for me, Bryce?"
The marten winked. "My brother and I didn't want you to go hungry! Don't worry. When you finish all this off, we've got an even bigger spread in the back dining hall. Ready to take a load off?"
Zeph burped again. "I'd give you a hug if I had the strength right now." He was soaked in sweat and it seemed like his legs were about to give out, even with both attendants supporting his weight. "Think my fat ass might crush one of your fancy chairs to splinters.. but I'm willing to take that risk."
Bryce laughed. "Wait! Sory, wait one more second! I can't believe I forgot about this." He pulled a walkie-talkie from his overcoat and pushed the transmitter. "Bring in the throne and hurry!"
The servants didn't leave any time for Zeph to ask questions. A moment later, two servants walked into a room carrying a large, mahogany chair the size of a large sofa. No, not a chair: a throne. It was three times wider than any of the chairs in the room and twice as deep. The back was intricately carved and inlaid with jewels and gold leaf.
They set it down in front of the bunny, right in the center of the dining room table. The marten grinned. "I was absolutely sure that we made this thing sturdy enough, Zeph. Then I saw you waddle in tonight. I think you're gonna give it a run for its money."
"Shit, it's amazing. But I'll let you know right now, cuz I don't know what's about to give out more - my legs or my heart. I'm fucking dying from all this exercise!"
As enormous as the throne was, Zeph's huge, wide rump and massive thighs completely smothered every square inch of it. Still, it held. And he fit.
The relief was immediately obvious on the faces of both Zeph and his attendants, who were now, themselves, soaked in obese bunny sweat. He didn't even give himself a chance to catch his breath. The exhausted, panting, wheezing rabbit pulled the nearest dish close to him and started to chow down like he hadn't eaten in years: a plate of double fried, extra crispy chicken legs.
Bryce bit his lip. He couldn't help himself. Affecting a nonchalant tone, he asked, "So exactly how much are you weighing in at, Zeph?"
"1125, last I checked. Probably a bit bigger than now." He was stripping the greasy flesh off the bones in record time.
"Incredible." The marten took a deep breath. "Well, I've got to get back to the party. Enjoy yourself!"
"Oh, I plan on it."
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Over the next hour, Zeph remained glued to his massive throne. He indiscriminately ate everything within reach, and his attendants made sure that there was always something within reach. It didn't matter to him: he was mixing chocolate cake and lobster, cheesecake and truffle pommes frites. He ate fast food pizza with the same vigor and enthusiasm with which he devoured hundred-dollar dishes.
The bunny loved it all. He moaned and grunted in pleasure every time he got his mouth around a new, delicious bite. He let loose deep, long, nasty belches in between bites, sometimes getting food all over his chest. His face would become messier and messier with gravy, frosting, or whatever else he tried to cram in, and an attendant would make sure to wipe his triple chins clean.
The mumblings around him grew in intensity as people began to wander into the dining room with the sole purpose of watching Zeph eat. Their whisperings turned into loud wonderings and exclamations of disgust, but none of it bothered the bunny in the slightest. It didn't impact his appetite and it definitely didn't impact affect his libido.
The rabbit was exception in a lot of ways, but beneath the hundreds and hundreds of pounds of quivering fat he'd packed on, he was still just another horny nineteen year old. And to him, there were a lot of hot guys with eyes focused on him and his growing belly. He'd make passes at every guy that happened to catch his eyes, often with a ham hock or cake slice in paw.
"Hey, you looking for some half ton fun over there? I'm.. BWRRUUP ..free after I finish all this."
"Stud, if you can lift up my belly, there's a surprise just waiting there for you. One night with me, you'll get yourself all the exercise I've been avoiding my whole life."
"Damn. I don't know if it's that bulge you're packing or the fact I left my oxygen at home, but you're leaving me breathless."
"Hey boy. You wanna fuck like it's the end of the world, you let me know. Cuz if the cook brings out another plate of these donuts, I'm definitely not making it out of here alive."
Needless to say, Zeph's comments did little to quiet the growing chatter among the people staring at him. The targets of the bunny's crude comments never responded, however. His health was clearly as bad as he made it out to be, and no one knew quite what to say to the enormously obese, young guy self-destructing right in front of him. All with a smile on his face.
The rabbit was used to it, and was more than happy to just eat endlessly and occasionally grab at one of these hot guy's asses. They're scamper away, he'd chuckle with a mouthful of food, and then go right back to killing himself with calories.
By ten o'clock, he'd become the attraction of the night. Half the table was inside his prodigious belly. He'd eaten enough food for 100 other people, and he was clearly wasn't about to stop. Despite the stares, the comments, and his pleading body, he wasn't going to stop forcing down food until he had to.
No one but him was eating anything, now. Not only did his monstrous body put half the crowd on an impromptu diet, but the whole buffet clearly belonged to him. And it seemed like he was going to do his best to finish all of it.
The bunny tossed a turkey leg behind him into a pile of food carnage and let loose another long burp. "Hey, any you hotties out there want to help undo my pants? I need some more room. I'd do it myself, but the fuckin' button is all the way out there." He spread his arms out and down toward his navel. Not only could he not reach his belly button, he couldn't even reach his pants.
The murmurs slowed down and no one responded. Zeph shrugged. "No takers? Alright, then. Boys?"
The attendants looked at each other, then looked at his pants. Ill-fitting to begin with, they'd grown increasingly tight as the bunny's meal had progressed. Though his waistband was pressed into some arbitrary curve of his bloated belly, the pressure had caused it to split into two rolls. The free upper roll now spilled heavily onto the much more tightly packed lower roll. The button wasn't visible any longer, and on either side of Zeph, the waistband had been completely consumed by lard.
One of them held up this upper roll and the other found the button and undid it. The zipper immediately zipped down to the bottom, and then all hell broke loose. Given an inch of freedom from the button, and unused to being constrained, his belly sloshed outwards heavily as the zipper slid down. However, eleven hundred pounds of bunnyfat has a lot of momentum, and even a triple-sewn zipper wasn't strong enough to stand up to that much weight.
The force of his spreading belly caused the zipper to split apart. This then caused the seam where his pants met, already weakened by being overstuffed full of sweaty, hot, awkwardly huge bunnythigh, to explode. It split right down the middle, then down both thighs all the way past the knee. The clothing carnage all happened in mere moments, and suddenly Zeph, who hadn't had the energy to put on underwear, was only wearing a shirt.
Tattered fabric still clung from his rolls in places. His belly, now completely free, bounced up and down until it came to a low, heavy roll between his bloated, massive thighs. Every inch of him sagged and spilled. His thighfat dripped toward the floor; his belly hovered a foot from the ground. His six-inch belly button swayed heavily from side to side. The shirt he was wearing barely made it halfway down his belly and stopped a foot above his navel. Its buttons were barely holding on.
This dramatic rearrangement of the bunny's massive gut and his stuffed, bloated innards released a massive, window-rattling BWUUURRRRRP from deep within the lowest, deepest part of his belly. He wiped the sweat off his brow with a meaty forearm. "Damn, heart's still pounding, but that feels so much better. More room!"
He went back to the food, but this moment of disgusting, unrepentant gluttony and hedonism had brought one of the party goers to the limit. A tiger name Tiz stepped forward with a dispassionate look of repulsion on his face.
Like many of the other people in the crowd, he was well-to-do. He came from a rich family and had spent his entire life carefully and meticulously cultivating the person he wanted to be. He was being groomed to run his father's business. He dressed immaculately, he even modeled clothing for some of the country's most prominent fashion houses. He had friends in all the right places, he went to the right schools, he taught himself the right hobbies. And he was definitely used to being the center of attention.
The tiger walked near to Zeph's side and stood there for a moment. He was clearly waiting for the enormous, half-naked rabbit to say something rude, and he didn't have to wait long.
Licking his lips free of grease, he lecherously eyed Tiz up and town. "Damn, boy. You're so hot, you might stop my heart before my high blood pressure does."
To the bunny's surprise and delight, the tiger responded. The first guy of the night to provide any kind of response to his advances. He spoke loudly, making sure the room could hear him. "You really think you can get a guy like me?"
Zeph grabbed another cupcake and devoured it in a single bite. With frosting on his face, he shrugged. "Didn't get this big by holding anything back. So what do you say? Want to give me more exercise than my body can handle?"
"You mean a ten foot walk?"
The bunny snorted. "I was thinking a blowjob, skinny. If that's all you're offering, I'd rather eat."
Zeph went back to eating, but Tiz wasn't dissuaded. "What's your blood pressure, anyway?"
"What?"
"Your blood pressure. What is it? Do I really have a chance at stopping your heart tonight if I make you waddle?"
"That's what the doc keeps saying. But if it's gonna be cardio that takes me out, it's gotta be the right fuckin' kind."
The tiger pulled up a seat on the table, right next to Zeph. "If you don't give a shit about whether you live or die, then I don't either. You want some action with me? You got it. But I'll need proof you're that bad off. I don't take to liars."
Zeph licked the frosting off his paws and looked Tiz up and down again. "Eh. Undress for me first. If I die with some twink's writhing around underneath all this gut, he better be real damn hot."
Tiz was prepared for a lot of different conversations, but that wasn't one of them. He couldn't help but get angry. "Excuse me? You're lucky I'm even thinking about this! I'm a fucking model! You'd be honored to have a heart attack fooling around with me!"
The bunny shrugged again. It was really astonishing how huge, how enormously obese, he really was. He completely filled the triple-wide chair from side to side, and his love handles were already starting to spill sideways. "I could have a heart attack having liquid cheesecake pumped directly into my face, too. That's way better than sex with some average guy. You've got a high bar if you want to top food."
The dining room was packed with onlookers, but Tiz was pissed. "Someone go get a fucking doctor, so we can prove that this fat slob is on the level. You want to see what you could be getting, pig? Look at this!"
If the tiger hadn't been so prideful, or if he didn't have a total thing for exhibitionism, the evening might have fizzled out right there. Instead, he jumped up onto the table and kicked aside a bunch of empty plates. With his back to the ground, he pulled off his shirt first, untucking it and dropping it to the ground to reveal the tight, taught lines of his exquisitely maintained body. He was the absolute peak of health and vitality.
He bent over and, now with a somewhat irresponsible erection from having so many people watch him strip, he pulled off his pants. Zeph's eyes went right to the outline of his dick and stayed there. And from the way the crowd behind him was starting to talk, his ass was just as nice.
The obese bunny gurgled through a mouthful of cake. He hadn't stopped eating. "Turn around."
The tiger did, proud of his body. To Zeph's surprise, the slim underwear was like a jockstrap in back. His round, striped ass had just a little jiggle and was bare for the bunny to see. He almost choked on his cake. "Damn. You ARE fucking hot."
"Yeah, and you're a fatass lazy blob that's a cheeseburger away from a coronary. Ready to see what the doctor says?"
"Bring it, skinny."
The on-call physician slowly made his way through the crowd, carrying his medical bag "Hello? What's going on here? I heard you need a.."
His eyes fell on Zeph.
"..doctor."
Tiz jumped down, but didn't deign to get dressed quite yet. "Glad you're here. I need you to take his vitals."
"Excuse me?"
The tiger put his paw on the doctor's shoulder. "I'll speak slowly," he said, annoyed. "This fat slob over here has told me that there's a chance his heart could give out tonight. You need to tell me if he's telling the truth."
The doctor looked back and forth between the nearly-nude tiger and the massive behemoth of a bunny, who was still shoveling cake down. "Umm.. okay."
He felt the bunny's wrist for his pulse, measured his temperature, used his blood pressure cuff, he checked Zeph's labored breathing. He looked concerned at the end.
"Young man, you need to stop eating! And we need to call an ambulance right away!"
The tiger raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
"He's in the middle of a serious hypertensive crisis, the worst I've ever seen. Every minute he's like this, he's doing irreparable damage to his body."
Zeph belched loudly. "Told you so."
"It's not a joke! His pulse is racing so fast, I could barely measure it. Even his breathing sounds constricted. He needs medical attention! And he REALLY needs to stop eating!"
Tiz tapped his foot. "So he could die tonight?"
"With his body the way that it is right now, it's impossible to say. Maybe he could last months, maybe it'll be tonight. He's a time bomb."
"Maybe I should eat a bunch of shrapnel, huh? Take out all you fuckers when I finally explode." The bunny laughed-coughed-choked at his joke.
The tiger shrugged. "Well, then. You can go doctor. Thanks for your help."
"Okay, I'll call the ambulance and.."
Tiz cut him off. "Nope. Your work is done here. Leave."
Amid protestations, the doctor was escorted out of the dining hall, and Zeph finished his cake. Unwilling to stop his binge, he moved right onto his next meal: sandwich halves stacked high. Two at a time, of course.
With a mouthful of food, he grinned at the tiger. "Whenever you're ready, stud. Between your hot body and hearing that doctor tell me how huge I am, I'm all primed. Just remember to throw in a few good wobbles. Get my belly bouncing on top of you."
The tiger managed to maintain his dispassionate exterior, but inside he started to realize exactly what he'd gotten himself into. He was silent for a minute, before an idea came to him.
"It's barely 10:30. You've got plenty of time before New Year's to fill your heart up to the brim with grease and fat. I plan on making sure I can maximize my damage."
The bunny chuckled. "Whatever you say. I'd complain, but I've still got plenty of room for more food. You're gonna feed me now though, aren't you? I'm tired as hell."
Everyone was looking at him. They saw his commitment and he didn't want to renege on it now. He brought pride up to his heart and agreed. "Only because that's the fastest way to make you too fat to breathe, pig."
"Then get on it, little guy." He opened his mouth wide.
Tiz grabbed a handful of sandwiches and shoved them right into the bunny's maw. He expected some kind of protest, some muffled whining, but Zeph chewed and swallowed them down without a moment's pause. Before the tiger could even get the next one ready, his mouth was open and he was ready for more.
The next hour matched the tiger's pride against the bunny's stomach. With Tiz's agility and strength behind the feedings, Zeph managed to eat nearly as much in an hour as he had in the entire evening before. One by one, the buttons finally popped off his shirt, leaving every wobbling, jiggling, bulging square inch of him bare for the party to see.
By the time that there was only a half hour to midnight, Zeph was really starting to feel full. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it echoing through his skull. His belly was roiling with indigestion as it struggled to turn all that food into more heavy, soft, useless lard. But he wasn't ready to stop eating. He never, ever wanted to stop. And when he was mere inches away from one of the hottest guys he'd ever seen? The bunny could smell his musk through the fabric of his jock, and he could tell, with a ton of satisfaction, that Tiz seemed to be getting more and more into it.
The tiger was as shocked by his arousal as his massively obese charge was. At first it was purely the exhibitionism of the thing - having everyone stare at him and his perfect body in public. But as he kept feeding Zeph, he was finding something absolutely alluring in the bunny's complete voraciousness. He was a bottomless pit. A hole ready and willing, and no matter how much Tiz forced into him, it was never enough. He was a slut for food. He didn't care about anything but being filled. The dirtiest, darkest, most desperate slut that the tiger had ever seen, and it was bringing his inner dom all the way to the surface.
Back and forth, they might have gone into the next morning without realizing it. But with only a half hour to go, they were both brought out of their rhythm by the unmistakable, lilting voices of their hosts. Bryce and Dashel, ever the mischevious martens, shouted above the din. "Make way!"
Tiz turned around to see what the commotion was and immediately felt Zeph's fat, gluttonous paw on his butt. "You guys here to see the show?"
"Oh, no. We're here to help." The twins finally made it through the crowd, and Tiz saw that they were rolling in a large keg. It was a real, full-sized keg. The kind that holds over fifty liters of liquid.
As stuffed as he was, Zeph's fat-lidded eyes lit up when he saw his benefactor and friend. "Bryce! Great party!"
The younger twin grinned. "You've definitely made yourself the center of it. I thought we could help you and Tiz out a little bit."
The tiger adjusted himself. "What've you got there?"
"Gainer shake, of course. With a pump and a tube. You've been doing this the hard way, Tiz. This tub will take his calories any way he can get them." The martel gave Zeph an affection pat on his blubbery, soft, sweaty, fire-hot lower belly.
Zeph had made almost every noise imaginable since the night began, but this was the first time Tiz heard him whimper. "You're dangerous, Bryce.. you know I can't say no."
"Just like I know the optimal way to get you, me, and Tiz all in on this. Boys," the marten commanded, "as fun as it is to see our bun in his throne, let's mix things up. Get him onto the floor." He grinned. "Belly down, ass up."
The attendants, remembering where their paycheck came from, did as they were told. The enormous, bloated, barely-conscious bunny wouldn't have been able to resist them even if he wanted. His weak muscles were already overtaxed just from sitting there. His breathing was dangerously fast and shallow, his body was begging and pleading him to stop. Just for a moment. It just needed to a minute to cope with this relentless onslaught of food.
It wasn't going to get it, though.
The second that he was on the ground, Bryce stuck the end of the hose right into his greedy mouth. His enormous, bare bunny ass wobbled from side to side, his cotton tail all but lost in its depths. His limbs barely touched the ground. He was already unsustainably obese and every single calorie he consumed at this point would be life-threateningly dangerous.
Bryce started the pump, and Zeph began to drink down thick, fattening, rich gainer shake.
Dashel took a step back and started to watch things play out with a wry grin. His brother wrapped an arm around the tiger's striped neck and together they gazed down upon the bunny's massive body. They heard him whimper as the thick liquid was forced into his cavernous, already full belly. They watched feet wriggle and his butt wobble from upon his beached middle.
"Tiz," the martel spoke in near-whisper to the mesmerized tiger. "I didn't know you were into this."
The tiger bit his lip. "I had no idea either. And I still don't understand why, but.. he's just.."
"Insatiable. No matter what the consequences."
The tiger looked over at the shorter marten. "Exactly."
"I figure - honestly - he's got about a fifty/fifty chance of surviving the two of us tonight. Fifty/fifty chance of eating himself to death before the new year, twenty minutes away. So tell me: do you want to bury your dick in him? Or do you want to lose your face and your arm in his lard and get him off?"
There was no question for the tiger. "I want to fuck him."
"Then get up. He's already got two gallons of shake in him, and who knows how long his heart will hold on."
Midnight was approaching, but no one was outside waiting for fireworks. The dining room was crowded with people watching the model, the perfectly sculpted tiger, pull off his jockstrap to reveal all nine inches of his fully hard cock. He climbed up onto Zeph's rump and started to take advantage of this uncontrollable, insatiable rabbit.
Unlike Tiz, Bryce always preferred to fly under the radar. He undressed quickly and found his way between Zeph's massive, rolling thighs. And no matter how dimpled, how sagging, how massive they seemed, the marten knew that they were only going to keep growing.
He got entirely naked himself and, without hesitation, lost his arm up to the elbow in sweaty, thickly-musked bunnylard. His face was pressed up right up to Zeph's fat pad, and he was inches away from Tiz's striped tail and round ass. He heard Zeph struggle with the shake - whimpering and grunting and choking from around his feeding tube as his heart began to race deadly fast. The combination of being fucked and pawed off, all with heart struggling to pump blood to (now) over 1200 pounds of lard, was pushing his body way past its limit.
Bryce pushed deeper into the bunny's fat rolls, using one paw to hold back whatever lard he needed to, and two digits on the other to stroke his buried, hungry dick. Indulgent, hedonistic, and way too horny himself, knowing he was on the edge of driving this nineteen year old to his doom, he upped the ante by pressing his face up and into Tiz's rump, licking the tiger's hole whenever he stopped to reposition himself on the constantly shifting blob of lard that made up Zeph's body. He could taste the tiger's arousal, he could feel the unsteady, rapid bunny's pulse in his dick.
He was making damn sure his guests we having a good time.
Tiz came first, in a violent and hungry orgasm. He pumped every drop of seed he could into Zeph's titanic rump, and wondering, in the heat of his climax, if this was going to be the thing that stopped the bunny's heart. Bryce sped up his jerking. There wasn't much shake left and it was almost midnight. The rabbit was barely struggling to stay alive, his heart couldn't even maintain rhythm, his body was about to shut down.
Zeph wanted to cum so bad, and he didn't give a shit what happened to him. Finally, from somewhere deep in some reserve of untapped energy, in a final burst of adrenaline spit out by adrenals convinced he was in his final moments, he managed to cum. He filled the marten's paw with spurt after spurt of his unhealthy, thick jizz.
Stars swam in front of Zeph's eyes, his vision began to grow dark, and all he felt was the comforting feeling of a dangerously overstuffed belly and the hormonal, post-coital bliss.
A loud noise brought him back.
The hose had been taken out of his muzzle and fireworks were going off outside. He was looking directly into the inquisitive faces of Bryce and Tiz. The tiger cocked his head. "So you made it to the new year after all."
Bryce grinned. "Though not for lack of trying. You finished every bit of that tank, big guy. I'm surprised you didn't explode."
Speaking was difficult, but the bunny managed a weak smile. "Next time, maybe."
"Keep eating like you did tonight, you'll be another 50 pounds fatter by February. And I doubt you'll make it to your birthday in August at that kind of pace."
"Stop.." he wheezed, his heart still pounding. "..stop making me want to eat."
Bryce laughed. "Fair point. You can sleep here tonight, we've got a bariatric bed with oxygen set up for you. Tiz, you're welcome to stay as well. It's been a pleasure getting to know you better."
Finally able to regain some of his composure, Tiz slicked back his hair. "Same here. And I just might take you up on that."
"Good. I'm sure both Dashel and I wouldn't mind that. Would we?"
The identical marten only had eyes for the tiger. "Not at all."
"In that case, while the staff figures out a way to haul around 1200 pounds of blubbery dead weight, let's celebrate the new year, shall we?"
"Sounds good to me." In sync, Dashel and Bryce grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby servant and lifted it up in the air. Their voices were one. "Happy new year, everyone!"
The cheers of the crowd were the last thing Zeph heard that night, before he finally and completely lost consciousness.
"You're really going to invite him?"
"Why not? He'll love it. He was a total hit last year."
"Last year, he was still leaving his apartment. When was the last time you saw him in person?"
"Come on, I'm sure he's still the life of the party. He'll come. Everyone's gonna love him."
"We'll have to hire extra staff."
"Details. We've got the money. If we're really going to have the party of the year, Zeph has absolutely got to come. I'm telling you."
"Plus, you're super into him. Or, at least his.."
"Maybe a little bit. Doesn't change the fact that he's gonna be a hit."
"You're lucky I'm not the jealous type."
"Don't I know it."
SURVIVING THE NEW YEAR
The twins' mansion was the largest one in town, and their New Years Eve party was the event of the year. By eight o'clock, each of its seven sitting rooms, three game rooms, two dining rooms and both its ballroom and great hall were packed with guests ready to celebrate the new year. Hundreds of people were invited to the event. Though they were mostly from the upper echelons of society, and despite their great wealth, the twins weren't particularly elitist. Their attendees who couldn't afford such a posh event were provided with anything that might be required to fit in.
The marten brothers, Bryce and Dashel, were not only identical twins, they were both gay: there was a great deal of speculation on the precise nature of their relationship. Their guest list reflected this, and nearly half the partygoers were fit gay guys in their twenties. It wasn't a surprise to the staff that while all twelve bartenders were being stretched to their limits, the world-class and exquisite food was left untouched.
People were dancing, acquaintances were being met, art was being admired. It was a successful, if understated, party from the moment the doors opened. Understated, at least, until Zeph arrived.
The twins had sent sleek black town cars to pick up each of their guests, but interrupting the constant stream of identical vehicles was a large, white van. It parked at the front door and both driver and passenger got out. The valet and security guard were about to redirect them to the rear entrance when the back door swung open.
Together, the pair managed to help over a half-ton of bunny slowly struggle out onto the red carpet. He was dressed in an enormous tuxedo that had clearly been tailor made to fit around his titanic bulk, and it still a little tight around the middle. Suspenders managed to keep his 110-inch pants from slipping around his constantly shifting, sloshing body. When he finally managed to get to his feet, it was obvious that his belly easily sagged down past his knees and the waistband of his pants came up to some arbitrary spot several feet above his navel.
With an attendant holding on to each of Zeph's pillow-like arms, he was just barely able to put one foot in front of each other. He took the shallow, elegant steps up to the twins' front door slowly and carefully. By the time he reached the top of the small staircase, his face and chest were dripping with sweat. His hair was soaked and his attendants, both with arms buried into Zeph's pits for support, were bearing the brunt of it.
Still, when he managed to take his first couple steps into the grand foyer, he was still able to talk. And, in a deep voice, he half-shouted. "Now where's the food?!"
The foyer was two stories tall with enormous, vaulted ceilings that carried Zeph's voice around. There were twenty furs milling about on the ground floor and another three dozen looking down at him from the mezzanine. Conversation died entirely as each person fell silent to stare at the incongruous, impossibly obese rabbit.
"Let me guess.." He belched loudly. "..you've all lost your appetites?"
Bryce, the younger twin, came running in from some other room. "Zeph, you made it!"
"Free food? Of course I did! Besides, how am I gonna say no to the guy who helped make all this possible?" He gave the topmost part of his bellyfat a pat. "Especially when he sends me two hot guys to follow me around wherever I go. Bet these guys didn't know what they were getting themselves into, did they?"
The bunny laughed again, though it turned into an asthmatic chuckle after a moment.
Bryce's face turned into an amused grin. In stark contrast to the massive bunny, he was as slender and perfectly manicured as the most of his guests. "Bah. You needed some money to get away from your strict parents, I had it. I'm just glad I could help. But, come on. Let's get you a seat near the food, shall we?"
"You read my mind. I'm starving and my back is killing me."
"I bet, big guy." The two men standing on either side of him helped the bunny start shuffling through wide hallways that barely accommodated them. "You're looking a lot bigger than the last time I saw you. Put on a few more pounds?"
"In the last few months? Yeah, almost 150. Broke half a ton a while back." His words were slow and punctuated with gasps and wheezes.
"And you're only 19, right? Absolutely incredible." Bryce shook his head. "You've gotta slow down soon though, right?"
The bunny let loose a wheezing chuckle that sounded more like choking than laughter. Both men were clearly struggling to help the bunny move at this point, and their arms were sunk deep into sweaty, shapeless, and increasingly helpless limbs and rolls. "Fuck stopping! That doc you pay to come by keeps telling me I only got a couple years left unless I radically change my diet and start exercising."
Zeph rolled his eyes. "I told her same thing I told you back when. I don't care what happens to me, as long as I get to eat what I want and feel this gut grow. Shit, way I'm going lately, I'll probably do myself in before I'm 20!" He wheezed out another laugh.
Bryce's eyes went wide, but he managed to compose himself. Everyone near enough to hear their conversation began to whisper and murmur scandalously. Seeing such a massive, unhealthy blob at such an elegant party was shock enough, but the things he was saying? It was too crazy to NOT whisper about, even right in front of the massive rabbit.
The mustelid kept Zeph's light-hearted tone regarding the countdown to his self-destruction. "Well, you've got.. what, eight months left to make that happen, huh?"
Just then, they turned the corner into the dining room. The twenty-meter long room was dominated by a massive, long table that sat forty in beautiful, ornate wooden chairs. However, instead of place settings, every inch of table space was devoted to an incredible array of food. Everything from whole ham roasts, trays of turkey legs, platters of shrimp and lobster with bowls of melted butter, mountains of meatballs, sweet and savory pastries from all corners of the world, chocolate fountains, tiered cheesecakes.. the list went on and on. It was more than enough each of the several hundred party attendees. And it was hardly touched.
The bunny let loose an excited moan when he saw the spread. "Damn, all for me, Bryce?"
The marten winked. "My brother and I didn't want you to go hungry! Don't worry. When you finish all this off, we've got an even bigger spread in the back dining hall. Ready to take a load off?"
Zeph burped again. "I'd give you a hug if I had the strength right now." He was soaked in sweat and it seemed like his legs were about to give out, even with both attendants supporting his weight. "Think my fat ass might crush one of your fancy chairs to splinters.. but I'm willing to take that risk."
Bryce laughed. "Wait! Sory, wait one more second! I can't believe I forgot about this." He pulled a walkie-talkie from his overcoat and pushed the transmitter. "Bring in the throne and hurry!"
The servants didn't leave any time for Zeph to ask questions. A moment later, two servants walked into a room carrying a large, mahogany chair the size of a large sofa. No, not a chair: a throne. It was three times wider than any of the chairs in the room and twice as deep. The back was intricately carved and inlaid with jewels and gold leaf.
They set it down in front of the bunny, right in the center of the dining room table. The marten grinned. "I was absolutely sure that we made this thing sturdy enough, Zeph. Then I saw you waddle in tonight. I think you're gonna give it a run for its money."
"Shit, it's amazing. But I'll let you know right now, cuz I don't know what's about to give out more - my legs or my heart. I'm fucking dying from all this exercise!"
As enormous as the throne was, Zeph's huge, wide rump and massive thighs completely smothered every square inch of it. Still, it held. And he fit.
The relief was immediately obvious on the faces of both Zeph and his attendants, who were now, themselves, soaked in obese bunny sweat. He didn't even give himself a chance to catch his breath. The exhausted, panting, wheezing rabbit pulled the nearest dish close to him and started to chow down like he hadn't eaten in years: a plate of double fried, extra crispy chicken legs.
Bryce bit his lip. He couldn't help himself. Affecting a nonchalant tone, he asked, "So exactly how much are you weighing in at, Zeph?"
"1125, last I checked. Probably a bit bigger than now." He was stripping the greasy flesh off the bones in record time.
"Incredible." The marten took a deep breath. "Well, I've got to get back to the party. Enjoy yourself!"
"Oh, I plan on it."
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Over the next hour, Zeph remained glued to his massive throne. He indiscriminately ate everything within reach, and his attendants made sure that there was always something within reach. It didn't matter to him: he was mixing chocolate cake and lobster, cheesecake and truffle pommes frites. He ate fast food pizza with the same vigor and enthusiasm with which he devoured hundred-dollar dishes.
The bunny loved it all. He moaned and grunted in pleasure every time he got his mouth around a new, delicious bite. He let loose deep, long, nasty belches in between bites, sometimes getting food all over his chest. His face would become messier and messier with gravy, frosting, or whatever else he tried to cram in, and an attendant would make sure to wipe his triple chins clean.
The mumblings around him grew in intensity as people began to wander into the dining room with the sole purpose of watching Zeph eat. Their whisperings turned into loud wonderings and exclamations of disgust, but none of it bothered the bunny in the slightest. It didn't impact his appetite and it definitely didn't impact affect his libido.
The rabbit was exception in a lot of ways, but beneath the hundreds and hundreds of pounds of quivering fat he'd packed on, he was still just another horny nineteen year old. And to him, there were a lot of hot guys with eyes focused on him and his growing belly. He'd make passes at every guy that happened to catch his eyes, often with a ham hock or cake slice in paw.
"Hey, you looking for some half ton fun over there? I'm.. BWRRUUP ..free after I finish all this."
"Stud, if you can lift up my belly, there's a surprise just waiting there for you. One night with me, you'll get yourself all the exercise I've been avoiding my whole life."
"Damn. I don't know if it's that bulge you're packing or the fact I left my oxygen at home, but you're leaving me breathless."
"Hey boy. You wanna fuck like it's the end of the world, you let me know. Cuz if the cook brings out another plate of these donuts, I'm definitely not making it out of here alive."
Needless to say, Zeph's comments did little to quiet the growing chatter among the people staring at him. The targets of the bunny's crude comments never responded, however. His health was clearly as bad as he made it out to be, and no one knew quite what to say to the enormously obese, young guy self-destructing right in front of him. All with a smile on his face.
The rabbit was used to it, and was more than happy to just eat endlessly and occasionally grab at one of these hot guy's asses. They're scamper away, he'd chuckle with a mouthful of food, and then go right back to killing himself with calories.
By ten o'clock, he'd become the attraction of the night. Half the table was inside his prodigious belly. He'd eaten enough food for 100 other people, and he was clearly wasn't about to stop. Despite the stares, the comments, and his pleading body, he wasn't going to stop forcing down food until he had to.
No one but him was eating anything, now. Not only did his monstrous body put half the crowd on an impromptu diet, but the whole buffet clearly belonged to him. And it seemed like he was going to do his best to finish all of it.
The bunny tossed a turkey leg behind him into a pile of food carnage and let loose another long burp. "Hey, any you hotties out there want to help undo my pants? I need some more room. I'd do it myself, but the fuckin' button is all the way out there." He spread his arms out and down toward his navel. Not only could he not reach his belly button, he couldn't even reach his pants.
The murmurs slowed down and no one responded. Zeph shrugged. "No takers? Alright, then. Boys?"
The attendants looked at each other, then looked at his pants. Ill-fitting to begin with, they'd grown increasingly tight as the bunny's meal had progressed. Though his waistband was pressed into some arbitrary curve of his bloated belly, the pressure had caused it to split into two rolls. The free upper roll now spilled heavily onto the much more tightly packed lower roll. The button wasn't visible any longer, and on either side of Zeph, the waistband had been completely consumed by lard.
One of them held up this upper roll and the other found the button and undid it. The zipper immediately zipped down to the bottom, and then all hell broke loose. Given an inch of freedom from the button, and unused to being constrained, his belly sloshed outwards heavily as the zipper slid down. However, eleven hundred pounds of bunnyfat has a lot of momentum, and even a triple-sewn zipper wasn't strong enough to stand up to that much weight.
The force of his spreading belly caused the zipper to split apart. This then caused the seam where his pants met, already weakened by being overstuffed full of sweaty, hot, awkwardly huge bunnythigh, to explode. It split right down the middle, then down both thighs all the way past the knee. The clothing carnage all happened in mere moments, and suddenly Zeph, who hadn't had the energy to put on underwear, was only wearing a shirt.
Tattered fabric still clung from his rolls in places. His belly, now completely free, bounced up and down until it came to a low, heavy roll between his bloated, massive thighs. Every inch of him sagged and spilled. His thighfat dripped toward the floor; his belly hovered a foot from the ground. His six-inch belly button swayed heavily from side to side. The shirt he was wearing barely made it halfway down his belly and stopped a foot above his navel. Its buttons were barely holding on.
This dramatic rearrangement of the bunny's massive gut and his stuffed, bloated innards released a massive, window-rattling BWUUURRRRRP from deep within the lowest, deepest part of his belly. He wiped the sweat off his brow with a meaty forearm. "Damn, heart's still pounding, but that feels so much better. More room!"
He went back to the food, but this moment of disgusting, unrepentant gluttony and hedonism had brought one of the party goers to the limit. A tiger name Tiz stepped forward with a dispassionate look of repulsion on his face.
Like many of the other people in the crowd, he was well-to-do. He came from a rich family and had spent his entire life carefully and meticulously cultivating the person he wanted to be. He was being groomed to run his father's business. He dressed immaculately, he even modeled clothing for some of the country's most prominent fashion houses. He had friends in all the right places, he went to the right schools, he taught himself the right hobbies. And he was definitely used to being the center of attention.
The tiger walked near to Zeph's side and stood there for a moment. He was clearly waiting for the enormous, half-naked rabbit to say something rude, and he didn't have to wait long.
Licking his lips free of grease, he lecherously eyed Tiz up and town. "Damn, boy. You're so hot, you might stop my heart before my high blood pressure does."
To the bunny's surprise and delight, the tiger responded. The first guy of the night to provide any kind of response to his advances. He spoke loudly, making sure the room could hear him. "You really think you can get a guy like me?"
Zeph grabbed another cupcake and devoured it in a single bite. With frosting on his face, he shrugged. "Didn't get this big by holding anything back. So what do you say? Want to give me more exercise than my body can handle?"
"You mean a ten foot walk?"
The bunny snorted. "I was thinking a blowjob, skinny. If that's all you're offering, I'd rather eat."
Zeph went back to eating, but Tiz wasn't dissuaded. "What's your blood pressure, anyway?"
"What?"
"Your blood pressure. What is it? Do I really have a chance at stopping your heart tonight if I make you waddle?"
"That's what the doc keeps saying. But if it's gonna be cardio that takes me out, it's gotta be the right fuckin' kind."
The tiger pulled up a seat on the table, right next to Zeph. "If you don't give a shit about whether you live or die, then I don't either. You want some action with me? You got it. But I'll need proof you're that bad off. I don't take to liars."
Zeph licked the frosting off his paws and looked Tiz up and down again. "Eh. Undress for me first. If I die with some twink's writhing around underneath all this gut, he better be real damn hot."
Tiz was prepared for a lot of different conversations, but that wasn't one of them. He couldn't help but get angry. "Excuse me? You're lucky I'm even thinking about this! I'm a fucking model! You'd be honored to have a heart attack fooling around with me!"
The bunny shrugged again. It was really astonishing how huge, how enormously obese, he really was. He completely filled the triple-wide chair from side to side, and his love handles were already starting to spill sideways. "I could have a heart attack having liquid cheesecake pumped directly into my face, too. That's way better than sex with some average guy. You've got a high bar if you want to top food."
The dining room was packed with onlookers, but Tiz was pissed. "Someone go get a fucking doctor, so we can prove that this fat slob is on the level. You want to see what you could be getting, pig? Look at this!"
If the tiger hadn't been so prideful, or if he didn't have a total thing for exhibitionism, the evening might have fizzled out right there. Instead, he jumped up onto the table and kicked aside a bunch of empty plates. With his back to the ground, he pulled off his shirt first, untucking it and dropping it to the ground to reveal the tight, taught lines of his exquisitely maintained body. He was the absolute peak of health and vitality.
He bent over and, now with a somewhat irresponsible erection from having so many people watch him strip, he pulled off his pants. Zeph's eyes went right to the outline of his dick and stayed there. And from the way the crowd behind him was starting to talk, his ass was just as nice.
The obese bunny gurgled through a mouthful of cake. He hadn't stopped eating. "Turn around."
The tiger did, proud of his body. To Zeph's surprise, the slim underwear was like a jockstrap in back. His round, striped ass had just a little jiggle and was bare for the bunny to see. He almost choked on his cake. "Damn. You ARE fucking hot."
"Yeah, and you're a fatass lazy blob that's a cheeseburger away from a coronary. Ready to see what the doctor says?"
"Bring it, skinny."
The on-call physician slowly made his way through the crowd, carrying his medical bag "Hello? What's going on here? I heard you need a.."
His eyes fell on Zeph.
"..doctor."
Tiz jumped down, but didn't deign to get dressed quite yet. "Glad you're here. I need you to take his vitals."
"Excuse me?"
The tiger put his paw on the doctor's shoulder. "I'll speak slowly," he said, annoyed. "This fat slob over here has told me that there's a chance his heart could give out tonight. You need to tell me if he's telling the truth."
The doctor looked back and forth between the nearly-nude tiger and the massive behemoth of a bunny, who was still shoveling cake down. "Umm.. okay."
He felt the bunny's wrist for his pulse, measured his temperature, used his blood pressure cuff, he checked Zeph's labored breathing. He looked concerned at the end.
"Young man, you need to stop eating! And we need to call an ambulance right away!"
The tiger raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
"He's in the middle of a serious hypertensive crisis, the worst I've ever seen. Every minute he's like this, he's doing irreparable damage to his body."
Zeph belched loudly. "Told you so."
"It's not a joke! His pulse is racing so fast, I could barely measure it. Even his breathing sounds constricted. He needs medical attention! And he REALLY needs to stop eating!"
Tiz tapped his foot. "So he could die tonight?"
"With his body the way that it is right now, it's impossible to say. Maybe he could last months, maybe it'll be tonight. He's a time bomb."
"Maybe I should eat a bunch of shrapnel, huh? Take out all you fuckers when I finally explode." The bunny laughed-coughed-choked at his joke.
The tiger shrugged. "Well, then. You can go doctor. Thanks for your help."
"Okay, I'll call the ambulance and.."
Tiz cut him off. "Nope. Your work is done here. Leave."
Amid protestations, the doctor was escorted out of the dining hall, and Zeph finished his cake. Unwilling to stop his binge, he moved right onto his next meal: sandwich halves stacked high. Two at a time, of course.
With a mouthful of food, he grinned at the tiger. "Whenever you're ready, stud. Between your hot body and hearing that doctor tell me how huge I am, I'm all primed. Just remember to throw in a few good wobbles. Get my belly bouncing on top of you."
The tiger managed to maintain his dispassionate exterior, but inside he started to realize exactly what he'd gotten himself into. He was silent for a minute, before an idea came to him.
"It's barely 10:30. You've got plenty of time before New Year's to fill your heart up to the brim with grease and fat. I plan on making sure I can maximize my damage."
The bunny chuckled. "Whatever you say. I'd complain, but I've still got plenty of room for more food. You're gonna feed me now though, aren't you? I'm tired as hell."
Everyone was looking at him. They saw his commitment and he didn't want to renege on it now. He brought pride up to his heart and agreed. "Only because that's the fastest way to make you too fat to breathe, pig."
"Then get on it, little guy." He opened his mouth wide.
Tiz grabbed a handful of sandwiches and shoved them right into the bunny's maw. He expected some kind of protest, some muffled whining, but Zeph chewed and swallowed them down without a moment's pause. Before the tiger could even get the next one ready, his mouth was open and he was ready for more.
The next hour matched the tiger's pride against the bunny's stomach. With Tiz's agility and strength behind the feedings, Zeph managed to eat nearly as much in an hour as he had in the entire evening before. One by one, the buttons finally popped off his shirt, leaving every wobbling, jiggling, bulging square inch of him bare for the party to see.
By the time that there was only a half hour to midnight, Zeph was really starting to feel full. His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it echoing through his skull. His belly was roiling with indigestion as it struggled to turn all that food into more heavy, soft, useless lard. But he wasn't ready to stop eating. He never, ever wanted to stop. And when he was mere inches away from one of the hottest guys he'd ever seen? The bunny could smell his musk through the fabric of his jock, and he could tell, with a ton of satisfaction, that Tiz seemed to be getting more and more into it.
The tiger was as shocked by his arousal as his massively obese charge was. At first it was purely the exhibitionism of the thing - having everyone stare at him and his perfect body in public. But as he kept feeding Zeph, he was finding something absolutely alluring in the bunny's complete voraciousness. He was a bottomless pit. A hole ready and willing, and no matter how much Tiz forced into him, it was never enough. He was a slut for food. He didn't care about anything but being filled. The dirtiest, darkest, most desperate slut that the tiger had ever seen, and it was bringing his inner dom all the way to the surface.
Back and forth, they might have gone into the next morning without realizing it. But with only a half hour to go, they were both brought out of their rhythm by the unmistakable, lilting voices of their hosts. Bryce and Dashel, ever the mischevious martens, shouted above the din. "Make way!"
Tiz turned around to see what the commotion was and immediately felt Zeph's fat, gluttonous paw on his butt. "You guys here to see the show?"
"Oh, no. We're here to help." The twins finally made it through the crowd, and Tiz saw that they were rolling in a large keg. It was a real, full-sized keg. The kind that holds over fifty liters of liquid.
As stuffed as he was, Zeph's fat-lidded eyes lit up when he saw his benefactor and friend. "Bryce! Great party!"
The younger twin grinned. "You've definitely made yourself the center of it. I thought we could help you and Tiz out a little bit."
The tiger adjusted himself. "What've you got there?"
"Gainer shake, of course. With a pump and a tube. You've been doing this the hard way, Tiz. This tub will take his calories any way he can get them." The martel gave Zeph an affection pat on his blubbery, soft, sweaty, fire-hot lower belly.
Zeph had made almost every noise imaginable since the night began, but this was the first time Tiz heard him whimper. "You're dangerous, Bryce.. you know I can't say no."
"Just like I know the optimal way to get you, me, and Tiz all in on this. Boys," the marten commanded, "as fun as it is to see our bun in his throne, let's mix things up. Get him onto the floor." He grinned. "Belly down, ass up."
The attendants, remembering where their paycheck came from, did as they were told. The enormous, bloated, barely-conscious bunny wouldn't have been able to resist them even if he wanted. His weak muscles were already overtaxed just from sitting there. His breathing was dangerously fast and shallow, his body was begging and pleading him to stop. Just for a moment. It just needed to a minute to cope with this relentless onslaught of food.
It wasn't going to get it, though.
The second that he was on the ground, Bryce stuck the end of the hose right into his greedy mouth. His enormous, bare bunny ass wobbled from side to side, his cotton tail all but lost in its depths. His limbs barely touched the ground. He was already unsustainably obese and every single calorie he consumed at this point would be life-threateningly dangerous.
Bryce started the pump, and Zeph began to drink down thick, fattening, rich gainer shake.
Dashel took a step back and started to watch things play out with a wry grin. His brother wrapped an arm around the tiger's striped neck and together they gazed down upon the bunny's massive body. They heard him whimper as the thick liquid was forced into his cavernous, already full belly. They watched feet wriggle and his butt wobble from upon his beached middle.
"Tiz," the martel spoke in near-whisper to the mesmerized tiger. "I didn't know you were into this."
The tiger bit his lip. "I had no idea either. And I still don't understand why, but.. he's just.."
"Insatiable. No matter what the consequences."
The tiger looked over at the shorter marten. "Exactly."
"I figure - honestly - he's got about a fifty/fifty chance of surviving the two of us tonight. Fifty/fifty chance of eating himself to death before the new year, twenty minutes away. So tell me: do you want to bury your dick in him? Or do you want to lose your face and your arm in his lard and get him off?"
There was no question for the tiger. "I want to fuck him."
"Then get up. He's already got two gallons of shake in him, and who knows how long his heart will hold on."
Midnight was approaching, but no one was outside waiting for fireworks. The dining room was crowded with people watching the model, the perfectly sculpted tiger, pull off his jockstrap to reveal all nine inches of his fully hard cock. He climbed up onto Zeph's rump and started to take advantage of this uncontrollable, insatiable rabbit.
Unlike Tiz, Bryce always preferred to fly under the radar. He undressed quickly and found his way between Zeph's massive, rolling thighs. And no matter how dimpled, how sagging, how massive they seemed, the marten knew that they were only going to keep growing.
He got entirely naked himself and, without hesitation, lost his arm up to the elbow in sweaty, thickly-musked bunnylard. His face was pressed up right up to Zeph's fat pad, and he was inches away from Tiz's striped tail and round ass. He heard Zeph struggle with the shake - whimpering and grunting and choking from around his feeding tube as his heart began to race deadly fast. The combination of being fucked and pawed off, all with heart struggling to pump blood to (now) over 1200 pounds of lard, was pushing his body way past its limit.
Bryce pushed deeper into the bunny's fat rolls, using one paw to hold back whatever lard he needed to, and two digits on the other to stroke his buried, hungry dick. Indulgent, hedonistic, and way too horny himself, knowing he was on the edge of driving this nineteen year old to his doom, he upped the ante by pressing his face up and into Tiz's rump, licking the tiger's hole whenever he stopped to reposition himself on the constantly shifting blob of lard that made up Zeph's body. He could taste the tiger's arousal, he could feel the unsteady, rapid bunny's pulse in his dick.
He was making damn sure his guests we having a good time.
Tiz came first, in a violent and hungry orgasm. He pumped every drop of seed he could into Zeph's titanic rump, and wondering, in the heat of his climax, if this was going to be the thing that stopped the bunny's heart. Bryce sped up his jerking. There wasn't much shake left and it was almost midnight. The rabbit was barely struggling to stay alive, his heart couldn't even maintain rhythm, his body was about to shut down.
Zeph wanted to cum so bad, and he didn't give a shit what happened to him. Finally, from somewhere deep in some reserve of untapped energy, in a final burst of adrenaline spit out by adrenals convinced he was in his final moments, he managed to cum. He filled the marten's paw with spurt after spurt of his unhealthy, thick jizz.
Stars swam in front of Zeph's eyes, his vision began to grow dark, and all he felt was the comforting feeling of a dangerously overstuffed belly and the hormonal, post-coital bliss.
A loud noise brought him back.
The hose had been taken out of his muzzle and fireworks were going off outside. He was looking directly into the inquisitive faces of Bryce and Tiz. The tiger cocked his head. "So you made it to the new year after all."
Bryce grinned. "Though not for lack of trying. You finished every bit of that tank, big guy. I'm surprised you didn't explode."
Speaking was difficult, but the bunny managed a weak smile. "Next time, maybe."
"Keep eating like you did tonight, you'll be another 50 pounds fatter by February. And I doubt you'll make it to your birthday in August at that kind of pace."
"Stop.." he wheezed, his heart still pounding. "..stop making me want to eat."
Bryce laughed. "Fair point. You can sleep here tonight, we've got a bariatric bed with oxygen set up for you. Tiz, you're welcome to stay as well. It's been a pleasure getting to know you better."
Finally able to regain some of his composure, Tiz slicked back his hair. "Same here. And I just might take you up on that."
"Good. I'm sure both Dashel and I wouldn't mind that. Would we?"
The identical marten only had eyes for the tiger. "Not at all."
"In that case, while the staff figures out a way to haul around 1200 pounds of blubbery dead weight, let's celebrate the new year, shall we?"
"Sounds good to me." In sync, Dashel and Bryce grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby servant and lifted it up in the air. Their voices were one. "Happy new year, everyone!"
The cheers of the crowd were the last thing Zeph heard that night, before he finally and completely lost consciousness.
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An Advanced Fishing Technique.
>find the rest of the pages, cover for the comic is a furrified version of Massacre’s “From Beyond”
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I have to give them credit. Being rolled up and smoked is a new one to me.
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Reminds me of a 3d artist called CircleA61 (furaffinity) (e621) who created a dinosaur character with overly large feet, and tried and failed to project her into reality by encouraging people jerk off to pictures of her. He was schizophrenic, in and out of mental asylums, and committed suicide in 2009.
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Saw this on the FA front page by someone called themirth. What the fuck man. As if death by meatgrinder wasn't bad enough, apparently the meat is going through a tube and into someones asshole?
Looked into the person who commissioned this, specterdragon, and apparently the meatgrinter-connected-to-ass thing is something they have done more than once.
What made me kek the hardest was that Garfield's butt is stitched to the dog's muzzle, not the mouth. So it doesn't even make any sense anyway.
What made me kek the hardest was that Garfield's butt is stitched to the dog's muzzle, not the mouth. So it doesn't even make any sense anyway.
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If the furries drawing this serial killer-tier fetish art aren't on a watchlist they should be.
This is actually pretty wholesome by furry standards.
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Post in thread 'Furry Art Freak Show'
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/furry-art-freak-show.32964/post-10192007
For some reason I couldn't properly quote the post sorry.
https://kiwifarms.net/threads/furry-art-freak-show.32964/post-10192007
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Deltarune was a mistake.
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You don't say
Ganja smoke's in the air
Man a no joka smoka
Coke promoter fi dissapear
The highest grade's over here
Man a no joka smoka
Crack supporter no come near
Man a no joka smoka
Coke promoter fi dissapear
The highest grade's over here
Man a no joka smoka
Crack supporter no come near
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Found this in a furry group on telegram.
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N hollandicus
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Really gross brain-removal gory fetish thing with a sprinkling of animal genitals for the zoophiles out there.
Somewhat of a palate cleanser
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Our boy E is at it again
I knew he'd get to her tbh
I knew he'd get to her tbh
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Its the great E race
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WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? Honestly, first time I've felt physically sick from a drawing.
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Finally caught up on the thread since that time the site went down for a while, and it stopped giving me updates. I have seen too much now, I feel like that guy with no eyes from Event Horizon.