It had been an eventful day for Drift. He was a newcomer to the Battle Royale scene. The white furred kitsune was smaller than most of the combatants but he had proved his worth over a few rounds, gaining respect from those who had been participating longer but he knew there was more to learn as he never got any higher than the final twenty. While it was very good for a complete newcomer, Drift’s aim was to win the royale and really show what he could do. But he had done enough for the day and sought to wind down. Luckily for him the locker room was empty when he entered so he was free to shower and get himself clean without any eyes on him. 

As he got himself dry and got to his locker with the intent to dry himself, Drift’s ears flicked and he realized that he wasn’t alone. Thankfully there was a towel wrapped around his waist but there was still some awkwardness felt just from being in this kind of setting. He looked around and saw that there was only one other person in the locker room with him. Drift could instantly tell that it was a wolf. Their back was turned and he was humming to himself while retrieving some things from his locker. 

Drift didn’t mean to but he couldn’t help but notice that the wolf had an exceptionally big but; wide and thick mounds were looking barely contained in the canine’s pants. As he continued humming, gently swaying his hips, Drift’s eyes were glued as he watched them jiggle and bounce. The wolf was completely unaware so Drift felt bold enough to keep gawking, doing his best to keep himself quiet while the bigger mammal was completely unaware of the pair of eyes on him. 

Even beyond his large rump, Drift could see that the wolf was big as a whole. Large and soft. The wolf stood up a bit and turned, placing some clothes on a bench that was right next to him. Keeping himself out of sight, Drift was able to see that the wolf also had a large and rounded belly that was also barely contained by his shirt. Overall the canine looked rather friendly and cute, so soft and plush. Just as his backside had, his belly was bouncing as well. Drift could feel his breathing hitch and a slight skip of his heartbeat. 

The wolf was named Wendell and he was one of the new additions to the Battle Royale scene as well. Not as new as Drift but he certainly hadn’t been around as long as the others. But he was eager to gain more experience and it was already paying off with him lasting longer than he usually would have. Wendell had joined the sport more for fun than for the sake of competition. Because of this, Wendell was one of the more sociable and friendly competitors. 
 
Still unaware of the kitsune that was watching him, Wendell got what he needed out of the locker, placing it all on the nearby bench. Still humming to himself, the wolf began to pull down his pants, slowly revealing his underwear that were struggling even more to contain the canine’s large and doughy cheeks. Drift instantly felt himself becoming more excited than he already was before. He could see the pants struggling to stretch over the widest part of the wolf’s butt, another pull down did the trick and the pants fell to the locker room floor. 

Drift did his best to keep himself in control but that was easier said than done when the next thing to come off was the wolf’s shirt. That came over easier but as more of the large belly was revealed to him, Drift could feel himself becoming more excited, in more ways than one. The way his belly was so big, sticking out from his front, showing its heft as he moved about. 

It got even better when the wolf was about to take off his tight fitting underwear. Watching him grip the waistband was enough to make him gasp aloud. That sound finally got Wendell’s attention and he perked up. Drift had been doing his best to keep himself hidden but wanting to get a good look at Wendell’s body had caused him to become careless and he wasn’t quick enough to hide again when the chubby lupine turned around. He gasped again as their eyes met and he found himself unable to move. 

“Oh, hello…” 

Drift expected the wolf to be angry with him for gawking but his tone of voice was soft and friendly. He dared to step out of hiding and approached the bigger guy, feeling his heart pounding even harder in his chest. Getting up close to the other mammal, closer to the large belly...Drift couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, visibly shuddering as he felt the softness. His hands slightly sunk it, being surrounded by warmth. Without asking or thinking about it first, he reached his hands out further, rubbing in wide circles that allowed him to really feel up the belly. 

“W-wow… I’ve never been greeted like this before,” the canine said with a friendly chuckle. “Uh, my name is Wendell by the way.” 

“I-I’m Drift,” the kitsune introduced. He was already blushing, not meaning for any of this to happen but at the same time he just couldn’t resist the more experienced battler’s body. 

“You really like my belly, huh?” Wendell asked and Drift nodded. “You could have just said so. I could get used to the attention.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry…” Drift said, taking a step back. 

“No, it's okay,” Wendell gave him another welcoming smile. “It’s just...everyone else is in pretty good shape, you know.” 

“I think this shape is good.” 

“I can tell. I’m just not used to it, that’s all,” Wendell explained. “But if you like my body that much, how about I give you a little show?” 

Drift hadn’t expected Wendell to be so calm about all of this. Before he even responded the wolf was already taking it upon himself to rub his stomach, kneading it and even lifting it up, making it drop and jiggle. Drift was all but drooling when he saw that and then his flicking ears picked up on a sound that was coming from the lupine’s belly. The sounds of sloshing and gurgling, so deep and intoxicating to the ear. Drift could feel himself melting as he listened and watched, now openly staring and admiring the canine’s expansive gut. 

“If you liked that you’re going to love this,” Wendell said with excitement in his voice. He turned himself around and showed his backside to the kitsune again but this time Drift was up close. He was given a personal show of those teasing underwear finally coming down. His butt was putting up even more resistance, the band struggling to get all the way around the circumference of Wendell’s rear. Drift watched with bated breath, wondering if the band would snap and the fabric would tear. But it managed to come all the way down, the band itself making an indent in the plushness that it slid over. The tightness of the underwear had already left little to the imagination but seeing the mounds fully exposed...it was nearly too much for the kitsune. 

Knowing that he had a pair of eyes on him, Wendell leaned over a bit and swayed his rump invitingly. “Wanna give it a rub too?” 

Drift nodded and outstretched his hands, he immediately began rubbing and squeezing the pair of cheeks. Taking things even further than he had with Wendell’s gut, the kitsune was feeling up the bigger male’s rump. He squeezed, getting handfuls of the softness. Even giving the surfaces some light smacks was cause for excitement. Draft was able to watch them shake and wobble. Wendell giggled from the touching, finding that it was tickling him overall. The chance to ogle and touch the wolf’s large butt up close was more than enough to make Drift’s towel rise. Wendell felt something hard repeatedly poking him and he giggled even more. 

“Excited?” he asked playfully. 

“Y-yeah, I am…” Drift responded, his words coming out slightly slurred as if he was in a dream. 

“How about we take things to the next level?” 

“H-how?” Drift asked again.

Wendell stepped away just a bit and Drift stopped his rubbing, having nothing to grasp at. That was until the wolf turned around and presented the already awestruck kitsune with his erection. It was huge! The kitsune began to tremble as his eyes really took in the sight of it. Pairing perfectly with the rest of the wolf’s large assets was an equally large shaft that was both long and thick. He got down on his knees and his hands were already out and making contact with it. Even while feeling the warm and rigid flesh for himself, Drift could hardly believe it. Having a hand on either side, Drift started out by slowly stroking. He watched as the foreskin was pulled along, slowly sliding over the tip and then back again. Giving pleasure to Wendell in this way made him moan. It was a sound that did much for Drift. Under the towel he was still wearing, the kitsune’s own cock was throbbing and leaking into the fabric meant to dry his recently damp pelt. 

Hearing the pleasured sound from Wendell and feeling the pulses against his hand was making Drift’s mouth water. As if on cue, the first ooze of precum had begun leaking from the tip’s opening. Suddenly feeling parched, Drift moved in to catch the precum on his tongue. Getting a taste for it just made those feelings already within the multi-tailed beast even stronger. At the mercy of his own overwhelming desires, Drift dared to skip a whole step, deciding to go straight to pushing the lengthy and thick endowment past his lips. 

With his mind made up, there was no stopping him. With his mouth open, Drift moved in and heard the wolf’s next moan when contact was made with his tongue. The tip was wedged in between his lips and was slowly sliding in past them. More precum came from the tip but this time it was leaking directly into his mouth. He savored the taste and swallowed while gradually taking in more and more of the bigger mammal’s cock. 

“W-wow..! I wasn’t expecting you to just go for it…” Wendell panted. His legs were trembling and his tail was swinging back and forth rapidly, a show of how he was feeling about his length being gradually swallowed up. Considering his size, the kitsune’s, and the significant discrepancy between them, Wendell assumed the task of taking all of his inches was impossible for the kitsune. But Drift was full of surprises and skills. One of those skills was handling a cock such as this. He still did so slowly, feeling every inch entering and the rest being stuffed further inside. Past his lips, over his tongue, and now into his throat, Drift was skillfully taking the wolf’s shaft and his efforts were being rewarded with more flavorful precum and moans from Wendell that never ceased to send chills down his spine. 

Drift was consumed by lust and need for the other male but he still knew his limits. He succeeded in taking the entire length but he needed a moment so he could really get used to the size while it was still in his throat. He kept the wolf moaning with his tongue, dragging it over the underside as much as he could, running the muscle back and forth. When he felt ready to continue, Drift was unexpectedly quick yet fluid. His head pulled back and then slid forwards again. Keeping most of it past his lips, the kitsune proceeded to bob his head, giving Wendell the wonderful feeling of his mouth moving along his inches, taking the first half of his shaft into his throat repeatedly. Along with the wolf’s moans getting louder, Drift’s own muffled sounds were getting louder as well: the sucking, licking, and swallowing of precum that kept flowing. It was easy for him to get lost in the excitement of pleasuring the heavyset canine that aroused him so much. 

“Oh man… C-can you keep doing that?” Wendell hadn’t expected things to become this intense, not that he was complaining. Drift had seemed so shy, barely able to form words while staring at his body, and yet his cock was being swallowed up and caressed by a warm and smooth tongue. The throat welcomed his length over and over again, surrounding it were silky walls that felt so good to rub against. He enjoyed the oral attention, watching Drift work. It was impressive watching his inches disappear as the fox would push himself forwards, hearing his sounds of delight and then the additional sound of him sucking and gulping. 

“Can I..?” Wendell was already hovering his hand over Drift’s head. The smaller mammal looked up and nodded. With permission given, Wendell bit his lip and dared to push down on Drift’s head. He was very excited and used more force than he meant to, making the kitsune take all of his cock at once. It felt incredible but he was worried that it was too much. 

Drift hadn’t expected that to happen. All of a sudden his mouth and throat were made to stretch even further than they already had. More space was taken and the bulge in his esophagus was even bigger. It didn’t hurt and he adjusted to the feeling in a very short amount of time. After shaking off the surprise, Drift felt a rush of satisfaction from taking every part of Wendell’s cock. All of it was in his muzzle and throat, pulsing and leaking directly into his stomach. All that he could see was the cream colored fur as his face was pressed directly against the underside of the wolf’s gut. 

Drift was still going, even with the hand on his head. Wendell didn’t try to change the pace, just adding a bit of his own strength when his mouth came sailing towards his crotch. Ensuring that every one of his inches were taken every time, Wendell could feel the pleasure climbing rapidly. 

“Aah! J-just a bit of warning. I-I’m about to…you know, right..?” Wendell’s words came out labored. His chest was heaving as the feeling was just getting stronger with every pull back and push forwards, suck, lick, and gulp that made the throat’s walls squeeze down on the girth. All of this pushed him past the point of no return. 

Just like that, Drift felt the large cock pulsing hard. Hot wolf seed was spraying out in great amounts that Drift began swallowing. There was so much of it that his throat was bulging even further in time with the gushes. The taste was so rich and the heat running down into his stomach was so pleasant. Drift was doing his best to collect all of the seed that was being expelled and in doing so his stomach was starting to inflate, steadily expanding as more of the essence was consumed. 

Try as he might, Wendell was releasing an amount of cum that was just as plentiful and impressive as his body was. Drift found it hard to handle it all and his mouth was filling up too quickly. So he pulled back but kept himself close, listening to Wendell’s satisfied groans while his face, neck, and chest were being marked with his seed. Fresh from the shower, the multi-tailed fox was being bathed all over again, he could feel it clinging to his fur -- sticky and hot. 

“S-sorry about that…” Wendell panted. “Aw man, look at the mess I made…” 

Drift took a few steps back and looked up at Wendell. The wolf had a wide smile on his face. He felt that it was only fair that he returned the favor and gave Drift pleasure in return. So he took it upon himself to lead Drift to one of the taller benches meant for the bigger guys. It would make things easier for him. He pulled the towel from Drift’s body, fully exposing his body and his knotted cock that was already slick from precum. 

Just the sight of it was making Wendell’s mouth water. He got down on his hands and knees with a grunt, his large butt warbling as he crawled in close, getting his head in between the smaller male’s spread legs. He opened his mouth and Drift could see how wet it was in there. Every surface was glistening and there were thick strings of saliva that kept the top and bottom row of teeth connected. Just looking at it made his cock throb. The wolf’s long tongue came out and licked not at his cock, but his balls. The first touch made Drift jump. Wendell chuckled and continued licking, running his tongue over the kitsune’s white furred sack, getting the fur soaked and ruffled from his saliva. With warmth clinging to his gonads, the pleasure from them being licked was even greater. 

After a few more of these licks, Wendell decided to take the fox by surprise with his next move. He opened his mouth more and used his tongue to slip both of the orbs into his mouth, carefully closing his muzzle around them. He proceeded to run his tongue all over the sack while also suckling on it. Warmth and wetness was everywhere for Drift, he moaned even louder from the rush of pleasure that came from this. Hearing this made Wendell’s tail wag. He continued to lick and suck on the orbs. While he was tending to them, the erect shaft above was throbbing against the bridge of his muzzle. 

For the time being, Wendell’s focus was on the kitsune’s balls. His tongue was licking all over each of the spheres and the sack as a whole, rubbing all over the front, the sides, and along the bottom too. Even if he wasn’t getting any direct pleasure from the act, Wendell was still gaining a sense of satisfaction from making Drift moan so much. It was enough to make his own cock regain its rigidness. Even as it was pulsing and leaking, Wendell ignored it, giving his full attention to the kitsune. He sucked on them for a bit longer, making sure that his tongue had coated them in his warm saliva before pulling them from his muzzle. They slipped out so easily, making a wet-sounding ‘pop’ as they slipped past Wendell’s lips. 

Easing back and focusing on the knotted shaft, Wendell felt that it was finally time to tend to it. “If you liked that, you’re gonna love this…” Moving his muzzle just a bit higher and opening his mouth again, Wendell took about half of the total length into his mouth at once, showing his own fellatio skills. He couldn’t help but chuckle when Drift raised his voice, the exclamation echoing throughout the mostly empty locker room. 

Wendell slowed things down a bit when he pulled his head back, making sure that Drift’s cock was properly coated in his saliva. His tongue was lapping all over the hard flesh. In the same way that he got the balls slathered in the fluid, the red rocket was soon made perfectly slippery and so easy for his muzzle to slide over. This time when he slid forwards, Wendell took in the whole shaft, leaving just the knot out. Drift moaned out again, feeling some of his cock sliding down into the lupine’s throat. 

From there Wendell was smoothly taking the kitsune’s length, humming as he got the taste of precum on his long tongue. He liked Drift’s taste and wanted more of it. It was actually making him pretty hungry. When had his last meal been? For just a moment the wolf’s attention was on something else but another groan from Drift brought him back. 

“It’s so…good…” Drift murmured. He managed to find his words. The pleasure was so strong that the only thing he could do was moan. He had gotten plenty of blowjobs before but Wendell’s mouth was something special. It was so hot and wet. If it weren’t for the sounds coming from Wendell, Drift could have been convinced that his cock was inside of a hot and overly-lubed sleeve. 

The feelings became stronger as the blowjob was getting stronger. Drift could feel his length getting sloppier. It felt like multiple layers of wolf spit were clinging to his erection. Just when he felt that he was getting a handle on the feeling, Wendell began speeding up. His tongue was moving faster and throat was hugging all of the inches that slid into it. Drift was panting hard, resisting the urge to blow his load right then and there. A teasing growl came from Wendell, as if to challenge that. The vibrations that came from it certainly didn’t help the kitsune. 

Through sheer willpower Drift managed to last longer but with every lick and suck he was getting all the closer. His pants and moans were getting louder and louder and his body was trembling. While he was straining to keep himself steady, Wendell was casually moaning from the precum that he got to slather all over his tongue. Now Drift was really close, he could feel it and knew that just a bit more would be all it took…

The next push of Wendell’s mouth did it. As his lips made contact with his knot, Drift lost control. His shaft swelled and proceeded to shoot ropes of his seed directly into the sucking wolf’s mouth. Now it was Wendell’s turn to feel the warmth filling up his mouth and flowing down into his stomach. His hums were even louder as he swallowed, finally having something that could hopefully quell his hunger, even if just a bit. When Drift was finished he simply pulled the length from his mouth, sighing happily from the taste that lingered on his withdrawing tongue. 

Drift sighed as well, feeling a strong sense of relief from blowing his load like that. He would have collapsed if not for Wendell’s hands reaching out to keep him upright. Seeing the mess of cum that was still on the kitsune’s face reminded him of how hungry he was. Feeling that it was his responsibility to clean up his mess, Wendell began to licking at the kitsune’s body, starting at his chest. There was plenty of cum that was still warm. Drift was surprised at first but quickly embraced the touch. Wendell’s warm tongue was gently sweeping over his chest, moving higher to do the same to his neck. A unique kind of pleasure raced through him as the tongue slid all over, leaving his pelt just as wet, now marked with his viscous wolf spit. When his face was being licked, Drift closed his eyes and relaxed, letting himself fully enjoy the “bath.” He opened his eyes when the licking stopped, instead his entire head was being engulfed in wetness. Looking around, Drift realized that his head was being pushed into Wendell’s mouth and he panicked. 

Wendell snapped out of it and pulled his mouth off. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just got carried away and-” 

“No, no. It’s okay, I just…wasn’t prepared,” Drift said. 

“Yeah, I should have given you some fair warning. I’m just starving and my stomach can have a mind of its own…” As he said that, the wolf’s large stomach gurgled. Wendell stood up with a grunt and blushed. “I guess we should get cleaned up…gotta get something to eat…” 

“Oh, I could help you with that…” Drift said. “I don’t mind…” 

“You mean you want to?” Wendell asked. The excitement and relief could be heard in his voice as he turned around facing Drift directly. There was a kind but also hungry look in his eyes. 

“Yeah… But can I choose how I go in?” Drift asked, feeling his face heat up and his heart race. 

“Of course!” Wendell said. His tail was wagging as he awaited the kitsune’s choice. 

“I wanna go in the…back way,” Drift said, being almost too embarrassed to say it aloud. 

“You mean through my butt? Sure!” Wendell was all too happy to turn around and present his large ass to the kitsune. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

Drift nodded and leaned forwards on the bench. He used his hands to pull apart the large cheeks, getting himself an unobscured view of the wolf’s tailhole. He took a deep breath and moved in, pressing his head against the rim. Thanks to the spit that was all over him, it was pretty easy for him to start sliding in. As the rim stretched around his head as a whole and then his shoulders, Wendell was groaning and trembling from the pleasure. 

Drift was steadily entering the wolf’s rear, worming his way through the snug passage that was squeezing on his body from all sides. It was also very warm, like crawling his way through a sleeping bag. With nearly half of his body in, Drift was already feeling a sense of comfort. He was taken by surprise when the anal muscles began to knead at him, pulling his body upwards all on their own and with surprising strength. Just like that the rest of his body was being pulled in, making his nude form slide along the hot and slick surfaces. Instead of sliding downwards, Drift was being pulled upwards until he wound up being pushed into a large and moist chamber that was gurgling all around him…

"Oh that was just what I needed. Now I don’t have to waste time eating lunch. I can get right to the next Royale. And I plan on winning this round, but I'll do so with you along for the ride. And yeah, it might be harder... but I have a great way to make it easy," Wendell patted down on Drift who began squirming in his stomach. The wolf then started to press down on his meal. Drift was smushed within that belly, the walls clenching around him as he was being sloshed around in there. Then, miraculously Drift felt himself being pulled... deeper in? No no, pushed in. It was like another trip through his anus, only much tighter

"That's it, friend... Mmh, you'll be much easier to hold..." Wendell was having a hard time containing himself as he forced Drift somewhere deeper in his gut. The kitsune’s entire body was squished as he squirmed against this, but in time he slipped into a new area, a lot more snug but still more open. Wendell felt his gut starting to deflate, at least the part that had stretched out because of Drift being in there. And as it was getting smaller, the rest of his body was inflating, plumping up, gaining more fat. The most prominent places were his already large and heavy belly and his fat, wide butt. He groaned as they were the first things to start swelling, gaining nearly twice the volume they already had. Then the rest of his body followed suit, his arms, legs, and everything else gaining mass and thickening to be able to support his increased weight and expanded assets. “Mmmhph, gosh, Drift. You're just amazing, the perfect fit for me!"

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Drift was back in the locker room the next day. Wendell was surprised to see him but also glad. “It was thanks to you that I finally won a round. So how about I show you my gratitude?” 

Drift could only nod as he was led to a bench and made to bend over the towel being pulled off to reveal his soft furred rump. Wendell removed his own towel to reveal that every part of his body had gotten bigger, including the wolf's shaft, having even more length and girth than it had before. 

It was a tight fit but both moaned out as Wendell slid his cock inside of Drift, easing more of his weight on top as his length was being swallowed up by the kitsune’s greedy hole. Wendell was unable to resist his need to start thrusting. Ever since he had gotten bigger, so had his needs. 

Drift couldn’t speak as he was being pounded. His body was responding to it all, his hole squeezing down on the shaft that was sliding back and forth. Precum was being released inside of him, making things even better for the both of them. As the strain was taken away, Drift’s voice became even louder. He was nearly smothered as Wendell’s body was fully on top of him but he loved it, feeling the massive and soft gut rubbing all over his back as the wolf was thrusting. 

The next thrusts that came from Wendell were harder and faster. Drift’s body was being rocked from the force and the pleasure had increased exponentially. Wendell’s cock was steamrolling over his prostate and the series of faster ruts had been just too much for him to handle. He cried out beneath the wolf and released his load, shooting ropes of cum all over the bench and his own belly. 

Wendell heard his new friend’s climatic cry and then felt the extra firm clenches of his anus. He did his best to hum in time with them, powering his cock through the added tightness. His moans and pants were turning into grunts and growls.  With a final thrust he buried all of his length inside of Drift, forming a bulge in the smaller male’s belly that grew much bigger as he came another huge load inside of the kitsune. The pulsing, the warmth, and the feeling of being filled just felt incredible to Drift. 

“Hehe. Don’t get too comfortable. We’ve only just started celebrating…” Wendell said with a hungry smirk on his face.