Ned gently gripped his son's hand, the sweat on their palms intermingling as they walked down the crowded city sidewalk after a full day of summer fun. His little guy was starting to get a little sluggish, both from the bright summer sun and a long day well-spent. Luckily they were almost to the bus stop, so Phil would soon have his rest.

The bus stop was thankfully not that crowded. The few seats in the covered area were taken, of course, but it was looking like he wouldn't have to make his boy stand on the bus for an extra thirty minutes. The usually-talkative bunny had finally quieted down after a few hours of non-stop chatting, so Ned just soaked in the silence as Phil leaned heavily against his legs. 

The heat was really something else today, especially combined with some damn high humidity. Ned could feel a fat drop of sweat drip down his already soaked crack. He could just imagine how rank it smelled after walking around all day, and he couldn't wait to get home and let himself air out a bit. His pits were already wafting up to his nose, letting him know that his sweat had eaten through all of his deodorant. Usually he'd be a little embarrassed about being this funky in public, but he could smell at least three other dude's BO at that bus stop, so it didn't bother him too much. It was giving him a bit of a chub, though, and the Dad could feel his dick flex in his soaked underwear every time he got a nose full of another fur's summer musk. 

When the bus arrived, it was already over half full. He almost didn't get a seat, but at the last second, some donkey bro who looked like he just got out of the gym got up and offered his seat at the end of the aisle to the rabbit and his exhausted son. Ned smiled a big thank you and gratefully sat down, a shiver going up his spine as his sweaty ass and tail squished against the warm-and-wet damp spot the donkey had left. Phil quickly climbed up into his Dad's lap, sighing happily as Ned's arms wrapped around his boy to make sure he didn't slip off as the bus lurched into movement. 

The hot air was even thicker in the bus, obviously the fault of a broken AC system and the hard to open windows. Ned could smell the collected funk of all the sweaty people who had been on the bus that day, a smell that was quickly approaching locker room levels of stink. The stench, the vibrations of the bus, the warm ass of his little boy...none of it was doing much to help his half-hard cock go down, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a raging boner in public with his son in his lap. 

At the next stop, Ned felt the bus shift a little as some of the other passengers started murmuring to each other. Ned looked up in curiosity, his jaw dropping a little as he saw one of the biggest guys he'd ever seen waddle into the bus. The shark looked unperturbed by the stares and whispers as he slowly made his way down the aisle. Most everyone looked disgusted as his corpulent, sweaty body brushed past them, so big that there was no way he could avoid coming into contact with everyone he walked by. Ned couldn't ever remember seeing a shark that was fat, let alone as morbidly obese as the one making his way down the bus aisle. 

When the fat man was a few feet away, the Dad and Son were hit with a huge wave of his pungent stink. Ned happily sniffed it all down, but Phil sniffled a little and rubbed his nose, disliking the sweaty smell. Whether by chance, or by the fact that Ned was the only one in the bus who didn't look disgusted at him, the big guy chose the area right in front of the duo to stop, leaning heavily against the railing that separated the main aisle from the raised back portion of the bus. 

Ned gave a friendly nod to the sgark, sweeping his eyes appreciatively over his bulk. The guy was thick all over, his thighs and arms bulging with fat and muscle, bull-neck practically invisible between his wide shoulders. The biggest part of him was his gut, a huge, round monstrosity that wobbled inches from Ned and Phil's faces. The man's stretched out shirt was absolutely soaked with his sweat, and from this close both his body heat and musk were almost overwhelming. Ned's cock surged to full mast in his damp shorts. The man's craggy face nodded back. 

“Howdy.” Ned said, hoping to strike up a conversation with the sexy beast. Phil stared up in amazement, his view mostly dominated by the man's massive gut. 

The man grunted in response, tipping his head again. 

“It's a real scorcher out, huh?” Ned said conversationally. The man stared down at him for a few seconds before nodding again. 

“Wasn't expectin this damn heat, that's fer sure.” The man said, his voice deep and rough. He sounded a bit strained, and Ned could tell he was sucking in his gut as much as he could to keep it from slapping them in the faces. 

“Totally. My son and I almost didn't make it out of the park alive, it was so hot and humid.” Ned said, slowly moving his fingers and hands around Phil's young body, giving him a loving and slightly sensual tummy rub. 

“Hm,” The man said, smirking down at them. “Glad ya made it out. Cute kid there.” He rumbled, though he could barely see Phil's angelic face over his food tank. 

“Thanks, man, thanks. He's Phil, I'm Ned. Nice to meet you.” Ned said, giving his most flirtatious smile. 

“'M Bruno.” 

“Say hi to Bruno, buddy.” Ned said, humping his hips up a little to jostle his son. Phil leaned back as far as he could against his Dad's chest, barely managing to see Bruno's intimidating face and toothy smile.

“Um, hello.” Phil said shyly, breathing shallowly to avoid as much of Bruno's sweaty stink as he could. 

“Hey, buddy.” Bruno said with a wink. 

The bus suddenly turned, making everyone sway back , including Bruno. Ned couldn't help but chuckle a little as he saw that fat tank slap against his boy's face as Bruno stepped forward a little to avoid falling over. The man sucked in his gut even more to keep it off Phil's face. Ned could see that the poor saps who had to stand behind the great smelly man had been jostled forward too, so Bruno couldn't really step back to give more space unless he wanted to trip every up with his long tail. 

Phil sputtered a little, his little face now shiny with Bruno's copious amounts of sweat. He leaned back as far as he could against his Dad's chest, but the big curve of Bruno's belly was still only a few centimeters away from his face. 

“Sorry 'bout that.” Bruno grumbled, big grey face flushed with heat and embarrassment. One of his big hands went up to grab onto the hand holds on the ceiling, opening up a rank view of his soaked, hairy pit. His other hand pressed against his gut, trying to keep it from slapping the little boy.

“We don't mind.” Ned said cheerfully. “Not something you can help, anyways.”

Bruno grunted again, appearing to be a man of few words. His chest was starting to shake a little, and Ned felt a little sorry for the guy, having to hold in that massive gut while he stood in a hot bus. 

“Why don't you relax a little, bud? It's too hot to be suckin in a nice gut like that.” Ned suggested. 

Bruno considered it for a moment, and his need for comfort won out over being polite. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief as he let his gut go, the fat sphere bulging out an extra inch or two, right into Phil's face. The boy squirmed, trying to get away from the big belly pushing into his face, but his Daddy's arms were holding him tight against the stiff spike in his lap. The gut was squishy against his face, his face sinking slightly into it as it pressed against him. As if that wasn't bad enough, Bruno's sweat soaked shirt was also pressing into his face. The bulging fat and wet shirt made it hard for the boy to breath, barely able to take any breaths in through the fat and fabric. Exhaling only made everything around his mouth even hotter and moister. The best he could do was twist his head uncomfortably to the side every now and then to get a deep breath of fresh air. 

Bruno looked down at Ned, a little smile pulling at his lips. Beneath his mounds of belly and crotch pad fat, his moist cock quickly got hard as he felt the boy's face rub around his gut. He licked his lips a little as he looked at Ned, seeing the hidden lust in the Dad's eyes. His smile got a little wider as he felt small, rhythmic pushes against his stomach, like Phil was being thrust upwards by something firm and needy. 

“Mm, feels a lot better, thanks.” Bruno said. “Hope it isn't a bother.” He added as an afterthought.

“We'll survive.” Ned laughed, still rolling his hips against his son's squishy tushy, the little noises of protest so muffled by the fat gut he could barely hear them. 

Bruno was so big that even if everyone else on the bus wasn't ignoring the stinking fat shark slob, they'd be hard pressed to see anything around his size. Even the people sitting right next to Ned, who were pushed as far away from them as they could be, couldn't see much besides sweaty bulk. The heat was getting to Ned's head, making him take way more risks than he usually would, his drooling cock taking over his mind.

He snaked a hand up the leg of Phil's shorts, a pair specifically chosen for quick ease of access. His rough fingers found his little nub of a penis and quickly stimulated it to a hard nail of bunny boydick. He loved making his son get hard during uncomfortable circumstances, and he could tell from the squirming and whining that his boy was getting to be very uncomfortable. 

“What's your stop?” Ned asked, hearing another big gulp of air as Phil tried to escape the gut. 

“Depends,” Bruno rumbled. “Could get off in a few minutes, or take it all the way to the end.” 

“Well, we're at the very end of the route. If you wanted, Philly sure would like the company.” Ned winked. 

“Sounds good, bud.” Bruno said to his new friend. His dark, hooded eyes flicked around the bus, then to front window to see where they were. “Big turn comin up. Not standin very steady right now.” Bruno said casually. 

“Not much I can do about that.” Ned shrugged and sat up a little straighter, pushing Phil just a little bit more into the huge belly. 

The two men stared at each other, deeply and intensely, their dark eyes searching the other. Both men liked what they found, smirking and grinning at each other. Just as Bruno said, the bus took a sharp turn and the fat man was forced another few inches towards the father and son. Ned shivered as he felt the big sack of fat press against him from around Phil's form. 

He glanced down and groaned deep in his chest. He couldn't even see his boy's head anymore, just the round ball of Bruno's gut and the dark indentations of where it was curling around Phil's head. He tightened as arms as his son started panicking, unable to take in any meaningful breath through the hot, wet t-shirt and sweaty skin pressed against his nose and mouth. 

Ned leaned down slightly and laid a quick peck on the top of Bruno's gut, licking his lips as he felt them almost squish into the sweat soaked fabric. The musky scent curled up his nose. He could only imagine how rank the sweat was when it was all you could breath. 

Phil's frightened cries were completely muffled, but Bruno could feel them against his gut, along with his thrashing wriggles and short, gasping breaths like little butterfly kisses on his hot flesh. Both sets of hairy adult cock throbbed. Ned was still humping himself up into his boy's plush ass, making his face thrust into the wobbling fat. It had the added benefit of pushing Bruno's immense bulk up and down on his own trapped cock, stimulating his thick chode. 

“Wish there was somethin I could do.” Bruno said as he brought both his thick hands up to rub at the top of his gut, subtly pressing it down further against Phil, and his cock. 

“I don't.” Ned said huskily. 

He couldn't believe no one had noticed yet, but he was glad. His fingers continued to lovingly pleasure his dying son, roughly tickling and jerking off his stiff little spike. He could tell his little guy was close.  He sped up his fingers, sending his son into a shaking orgasm, making him pant and gasp even harder into the suffocating stomach. His struggling was weakening, and within the minute they stopped completely, his tiny body only giving a few more twitches here and there. The two men felt the hot wetness of Phil's meager bladder, nasty grins on their face and darkness in their eyes. 

Such an irrelevant fact as the young boy being smothered to death didn't stop them from continuing their own masturbatory movements, humping up and pushing down on their cocks. They sped up and slowed down as needed, making a game out of synchronizing their peaks of bliss, edging themselves secretly on the semi-crowded bus. 

The tired driver announced that they had reached the end of the line, bluntly telling everyone left on the bus to get the hell out. The men didn't want to give the driver, or anyone else for that matter, any reason to come close and see what they had done, so they quickly gathered their things and jumped off the bus, Bruno moaning lightly as the peeled his gut fat off from around the still boy. 

In the street, a kindly old women cooed at Phil, laying limp in Ned's arms, making the Dad smile as they shared quick words about how cute a sleeping boy could be before she hobbled off with the rest of the bus riders, all eager to get into some AC on such a hot day, leaving the two men alone at the bus stop. 

Ned turned to Bruno, finding the huge man staring intensely at the shining face of his snuffed son. A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked down too, tracing his eyes over the familiar features, picking out all of the differences that death had brought. 

Phil was covered in sweat, naturally, and he could see streaks of it leaking out of his nose and mouth from trying to breath it in and nearly drowning in it. His lips had tinted blue, and Bruno reached out a thick finger to tenderly rub around the pouty lips, feeling their softness and even prodding into the slick mouth a little. Ned pried one of his little eyes open, snorting as he saw the little burst blood vessels, his son's pupils still large and blown with fatal fear. 

“Definitely one cute little fucker.” Bruno rumbled, pushing his gut down onto his dick again. 

“You still wanna come over for playtime?” Ned grinned, quickly groping his own still hard dick and shaking it at the man. 

Bruno grinned and nodded, eager to see how nasty he and Ned could get.