Big friends. Big appetites. Big consequences.

SolAxe draws absolutely amazing pictures. And I just keep on commissioning him and writing words with for them. So, after some back and forth with him, decided to splurge and get a whole series arted up starring a hunky squirrel guy that myself and WatchOutForDragons dreamed up! Then of course can't forget Max the husky who belongs to Sol!

Hope you enjoy!

FIRST, NEXT

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“What did you say this was again?” Max mumbled between mouthfuls. His lips, slathered in saliva, noisily smacked and slurped as he inhaled his meal.

“It’s just gingerbread,” Walter snorted from the kitchen. Swallowing hard, the squirrel coerced a damp mound of dough down his throat. “It’s all we had left!”

“You don’t say…” Max replied as he ravenously regarded the crumbly humanoid shapes clenched between his thick fingers. Kneading at his stomach with his free hand, its contents sloshing noisily, the husky’s thoughts drifted. The little handheld figures before him… Max could imagine them squirming and kicking within his grasp. Begging, pleading, imploring him to reconsider.

Walter answered with a pronounced, and prolonged, burp. “I do say. Mmfff… I really outdid myself with this batch!” Walter proudly boasted. Sleeves rolled up, he piled dozens of freshly baked cookies onto the plates before him.

“Keep em’ coming,” Max casually declared. Jaws parted, the husky happily stuffed a handful of gingerbread furs into his puffed out cheeks. Saliva collected along the sides of his mouth as the doughy denizens trapped inside Max’s maw came to be soaked through and through.

With a roll of his eyes, Walter thumped into the living room. The furniture strewn about his apartment rattled with the squirrel’s every heavy footfall. “Only because you asked so nicely,” Walter shot back.

Max moaned in delight at the sensation of the rigid cookies slowly but surely collapsing into a sugary paste that coursed through the gaps in his teeth and collected upon his tongue. He shuddered at the feeling of flattening what remained of them between his powerful pink muscle and the roof of his mouth.

The couch frame creaked in protest when Walter flopped down upon it. Wiggling in place, happily bumping hips with Max, the squirrel kicked his feet out before him and thrummed his fingers along his taut gut. The myriad plates balanced atop his lap tinked and clinked together as the helpless gingerbread furs slid along their ceramic slopes.

“More,” the husky demanded. Leaning to his side, his softening gut rubbing up against Walter’s own, Max greedily grabbed up entire handfuls of the baked good populace. Without fail they found themselves stuffed between his slobbering lips as he smacked, grunted, belched, and chewed.

Walter fared little better. Mashing them to mush between his teeth, the squirrel relished the experience of his throat clogging meal sliding down the muscles that lined it.

Errant belches roared freely from both the squirrel and husky as they gorged themselves on the last bits of food readily available to them. Yet… their appetites did anything but falter.

“Urfff…” Max huffed as he crossed his feet at the ankles and sidled up besides Walter. Gurgles, sloshes, and famished groans emanated from his nigh bottomless belly.

Walter reluctantly forced himself to a stand and shook his gut. The couch cushions beneath him, molded to the contours of his ample ass cheeks, failed to pop back into their original shape.

“More...” Max pitifully whined as his appetite came to dominate, and influence, his every thought.

The squirrel winced at the sensation of his thighs chafing together. That and the fact that his shirt, untucked and buttons pulled taut, left little to the imagination. “More? Still?”

Before Max could even answer, Walter’s own stomach forcefully did so for him. Groaning, the squirrel found himself coming around to the husky’s way of thinking. “I know where we can find more.” Licking his lips, Walter extended a hand out to his fattened up friend. “You up for a grocery run?”