Rupert sat on the bench, pating lightly in the dense summer heat. His shirt, he resigned, was simply too small for him. When he initially sat, it had ridden up his rotund belly far enough to show his navel, and no amount of fidgeting had fixed it. It wasn't all bad, though. The pudgy pig had been sweating profusely, and the light breeze felt good on his exposed middle.

He liked to sit in the park; it had a narrow bicycle path which cut a few miles through the woods. There were benches here and there along the path, and Rupert was currently sat in one of them. He could lean back and relax here, as the only visitors he saw were few and usually rode around the corner in a matter of moments. Now and then one would shoot a glance at his three hundred-something pound frame. He never saw their faces long enough to tell if they were judging him. 

He could hear voices coming along the path; they sounded juvenile. After a moment, the kids came into view. There were four of them, each on his own bicycle. The youngest was falling behind. He breathed heavily, and eventually stopped by the bench. The others slowed down for a moment, but carried on when their tuckered friend waved to them; it was a simple gesture that said, "I'll only be a moment."

The others rolled on, and were eventually out of view. A few moments later, they were outo earshot. The boy swung his leg over his bike, and rolled it up by the bench. He sat down, and took several long, deep breaths. 

Ruperet looked over now and then, when he thought the boy wouldn't notice. He was a young tanuki who appeared to be eleven or twelve; he looked to be five or six inches shorter than Rupert, and was rather plump as well. His sweat-soaked shirt clung tight to his corpulant body, and his shorts hung rather low on his hips.

"Does it help?"

He had spoken suddenly, and took Rupert off guard. He gave the boy a quizzical look, and the tanuki gestured toward the pig's exposed stomach.

"Does that keep you cool?" 

Rupert gave his belly a bit of a scratch.

"Yeah, I suppose so."

The boy settled deeper into the bench, rolled up the front of his shirt, and sighed.

They sat like that for a few minutes, and the boy's breathing began to settle. Rupert couldn't help but look at him now and then. The boy had an impressive belly on him, accented by a thick pair of love handles. Rupert shifted a bit; he was stirring. He knew the kid wouldn't have been able to tell, what with his bits being buried beneath his expansive gut and sunk into a soft pillow of fat. He tried to calm himself, but it didn't work. He let out a long breath. There wasn't anyone around. He couldn't hear voices. He made his move.

The boy's eyes were closed. He reached around the kid's shoulders, and gently pulled him closer. The tanuki opened his eyes. He had fallen sideways into the pig, who now had him in what was essentially a one-armed hug. He froze up. They sat like that for a few moments.

"D... do they always leave you behind like that?"

The boy hesitated. He looked up at the hulking figure who held him; the pig was looking the other way. He looked back down, toward the path.

"I... I guess... yeah...."

He felt the pig's grip tighten a little.

"Do they make fun of you?"

He looked back up at the pig, who had stiffened a bit; he still looked the other way.

"...Sometimes...."

After a few moments, Rupert pulled the boy closer, so that he wasn't just leaning against him. Their sides were pressed firmly together now. After a moment, their body heat had grown where they touched, and they started to sweat again.

"I... I'm Rupert."

He could feel the boy's pudge pressed firmly against his own.

"...Keith."

An unmistakable whirring noise, the sound of rubber on pavement; at that moment a cyclist passed. He didn't slow down. To him, they could have been father and son.

Rupert's hand was rested on the boy's side; he slowly let it drop. His fingers brushed the boy's love handle, and after a moment of hesitation, he pressed into it. He started off slowly, gently kneading the soft flesh. His fingers worked in circles, spreading out, letting the boy's fur bristle between his fingers. 

"R... Rupert...."

Eventually, he simply grabbed as much as he could, a handful of the tanuki's fat. He shuddered slightly.

"It's so soft."

He looked down at the boy's face; it was flushed.

"Is this weird?"

Keith nodded slowly.

"...Do you want to feel mine?"

He leaned forward slightly. After a bit, the boy lifted his arm from his lap and slowly slid it behind the massive pig. His arm barely made it to the other side. Rupert could feel the boy's hand on his hip; it gave a light squeeze.

"How is it?"

The boy's fingers rubbed his soft, exposed skin. 

"S... smooth...."

Rupert's hand moved the the boy's belly. He pressed into it - it had a lot of give. Rupert spoke softly.

"Someday, you'll be as big as me..."

He gave the stomach a little squeeze, then slowly moved his hand lower.

"...maybe even bigger."

Keith gasped has the pig's hand slid beneath the hem of his shorts and caressed the side of this rump.

"Keith.... You can keep going too, you know...."

Rupert held the boy tightly against him. They were both panting now, their sides slick with sweat. The boy's hand hesitantly dropped down his side, and met the hem of his sweatpants. After a moment, the thin fingers slid under, and squeezed a mountainous buttock. He let out a little sigh.

Rupert smiled as he leaned back agaisnt the bench, his eyes gently closed.

"Heh. You're as perverted as I am."

Keith looked up into the pig's tranquil, panting face, and saw shimmering droplets pour down. They were both sweating profusely, their clothes all but soaked now. The heat between them was nearly unbearable. 

"R... Rupert...."

The pig looked down at the boy.

"I... it's too hot like this...."

For a moment Rupert held him ever closer, as if resolved to never let go.

"Ok."

He pulled his hand out of the boy's pants.

"How about we find a... more private place?"

The boy's face flushed a deep red. He gave a small nod, and they stood.

***

After a few minute's walk into the woods, they finally found a good place. It was beneath a large tree, and was heavily shaded. The undergrowth was thicker here, as well. They'd be able he hear anyone coming long before they'd be spotted themselves.

Rupert gave a tall stretch, his slick shirt clung high on his belly. His massive love handles were visible, as were a few inches of his shapely rump. Keith quickly looked away, embarassed. Rupert smiled, and pulled the boy close. Their bellies pressed together stickily.

"Come on, now, there's no need for that."

He grabbed the boy's hands and placed them on his sides. Keith was still blushing.

"Go ahead. Pull 'em down."

Keith looked up at the pig's smiling face. His fingers hooked the top of the sweatpants. He wanted this, wanted to see that smooth, pink skin. It was difficult at first; the fabric stuck eagerly to Rupert's skin. With effort, however, they finally slid free. As Rupert kicked his pants away from his ankles, he laughed at Keith's look of surprise.

"What? It's too hot a day for underwear, kiddo."

He was massive. His belly was large, and the love handles that wrapped around his sides looked more like a continuation of his gargantuan stomach. They nearly met at his back, just above his enourmous, quivering buttocks. 

"Don't be afraid to touch anything, now."

Rupert had already pulled off his shirt, and was now working on the boy's shorts.

"God knows I won't be holding back on you."

Keith let the pig pull off his shirt. He now stood in his underwear, the side of his face pressed into the pig's stomach. He felt rupert's hands dive into the back of his undies.

"C'mon, kid, let's compare."