Lewis waited. It had been nearly two weeks since the raccoon had first spotted his prey. He sat in the same seat in the same car he always sat in. It was late, and the normal subway crowds were gone. There were few people other than himself, and as he listened to his headphones tucked under his hood, he eyed the rotund koala near the other end of the car. 

Three-fifty, probably. Maybe four hundred. He wasn't sure, the guy might have weighed even more than that. From what he could tell from past intellegence-gathering, the guy was at least head-and-shoulders shorter than he was at five-foot-nine. Lewis smirked. That itty-bitty marsupial was  packing the pounds into an pint-sized package. The guy was panting heavily, even though he'd been sitting for several minutes in an air-conditioned subway car.

'Sitting' didn't quite explain it. The koala's rear was pearched on the very edge of the seat, and he leaned low into the back-rest. There was no open space behind him. The gap that would have been there otherwise was filled by his upper buttocks, massive love handles, and the rolls of this lower back. They simply took up too much space to allow him to sit normally. 

Lewis' eyes wandered. The big guy was practically wearing bed sheets, but they still weren't enough. His clothing was taught, every curve and crevice, every roll and dimple was clearly visible. His tits were enormous under his shirt. His gargantuan gut, from the navel down, was clearly visible, perched on top of his lap. His thighs were massive and unwieldy, and while he could only see a bit of it, he knew that the guy's pants ended a good six inches from the top of his rotund, fuzzy backside.

He'd been waiting so long now. Two weeks ago he'd first seen him. For an entire week and a half he got used to the guy's schedule – his stop was three away now – and those of the other regular passengers. They varied, of course, but he had a good idea about today. For the last few days he'd prepared himself. There were various supplies in his backpack, should he need them. His eyes wandered still, unsure of how he'd proceed should he get his way. 

The car slowed, and eventually crept to a stop. The car emptied out. It was only the two of them now. As the doors closed and the platform started to slide away, he decided to act. Lewis stood, lowered his hood, and picked up his backpack. The guy immediately looked his way. The racoon wasn't worried. What was he going to do about it? He closed the gap between the two of them, and dropped his bag next to the koala. 

"W... what do you... want?"

He tried to sound assertive, but he was still breathing heavily. Lewis pulled his headphones down around his neck as he rummaged through his bag.

"Shut up."

The koala's false bravado wavered, and his breathing quickened.

"W... what?"

Lewis pulled out a tube of lubricant, and popped the lid open with a 'snap.'

"I said shut up."

He kneeled in front of the massive guy, who now struggled to stand. He put up a single hand and pushed him back into his reclined position.

"Wh... what are... you doing?"

Sweat ran down his brow. Sweat ran down his numerous chins. Just about every part of him ran with sweat, and now that Lewis was next to him, he could see stains under his arms. The guy didn't smell, though, which was a plus. Though the raccoon would have preffered a bit of stink to the artificial smell of what seemed to be several deodarants the koala was wearing.

"P... please...."

One hand was perched on the guy's belly, warm and damp. He felt the soft fur there, and let it play between his fingers. Then his slid it down lower, and lifted the gravid gut up several inches. He grinned. The guy's sizeable fatpad was outlined nicely by his snug sweatpants. He hefted the heavy belly onto his shoulder, his face now propped against the marsupial's navel. 

"N..no, don't!"

The guy's hands reached forward, but couldn't quite reach him. Lewis reached deep into the koala's depths, snagged the hem of his sweats, and pulled. It didn't take much effort, considering how low they had ridden on his rump. When they were finally down to his knees, the raccoon took another peek.

"Heh. Commando, eh?"

He raised the tube, took aim, and squeezed. A copious amount of the cool, gooy stuff shot into the big guy's groin under pressure, and he kept squeezing until it was near half-empty. The guy cried out, clearly shocked by the sudden change in temperature. 

Lewis's hands wandered. He dropped the lubricant and reached forward, his left crept back and grabbed a handful of ass, while the other slid slick and effortlessly into the pillow of fat that encompassed the koala's nether bits. He was soft still, but Lewis quickly went to work, kneading the sensitive flesh there. He leaned forward, eager to get a good view, and let the guy's stomach rest on the top of his head. 

"It's like a fuckin' oven down here."

The guy's junk squelched between his fingers, slick and lewd, and the big guy cried out again. He got hard fast, and Lewis noticed that the marsupial's hands had gripped the seat edge on either side of him. He quickened his pace, got his elbow into it, and felt the big guy's body shudder around him.

"Shit, dude, alre-"

He was cut off  by a deep, low grunt and a faceful of koala jizz. Then another. And another. When the guy finally eased up, his fluids ran out and down the curve of his fatpad. Lewis pulled back, and looked up a the guy's wheezing, beet-red face while he tried to look everywhere but back down at his.

"A fucking warning would have been nice."

He wiped his face with his hand, then smeared it onto the guy's gut as he braced for balance and stood.

"Alright, tubbo-"

"-Name's... Grant...."

Lewis looked Grant in the face.

"Fine. Lardass. C'mere."

He grabbed Grant's hands and pulled him so that he leaned forward in his seat instead of back.

"W... what... now?"

Lewis unzipped his pants, and lowered them enough to let his cock out of his tented boxers. 

"It's your turn."

He put his hands on the back of Gran'ts head, and pulled him into his groin. The koala gagged and sputtered on his dick, but soon regained his composure. Lewis loosened his grip as Grant's tongue went to work, his hands now placed gingerly on Lewi's hips. He could feel the koala's hot breath on his abdomen, feel his many chins rest against his inner thighs, his gigantic belly pressed firm against his legs. He let one hand creep down under Grant's chin, and caressed his cheek with his thumb. Grant picked up the pace, and made lewd noises in his throat as his head began to bob.

"Yer fuckin' good at this, dude."

His other hand found its way to one of Grant's moobs, and he kneaded it firmly. It was so soft.... He was close now.

"Ah, one sec...."

He pulled out of Grant's eager mouth, wrapped his hand around his shaft, and started pumping. The koala looked up at him, confused. Lewis just smirked. He built up his imminent climax, then leaned forward and pressed hemself tight against Grant's soft, fat furry cheek and fired a thick rope up into his eye. Another, less energetic, fell across his face. 

Lewis collapsed next to Grant, pants still around his knees, and leaned into the koala's soft form. His breathing was nearly as heavy as the morbidly obese marsupial's was.

"We... missed your stop."

Grant looked up, suddenly worried, as the car slid away from his platform.

"Oh... oh shit...."

Lewis smiled as he forced his arm between the immense koala and the seat.

"Don't worry. You'll crash at my place."

He grabbed another fistfull of jiggling ass.

"How long do you think you can bounce, by the way?"