The day had arrived, one he sort of dreaded. It was his high school reunion. Well, between him and a few old friends. Today, he was going to arrive in the same track jacket he wore, the one he thought was even loose on him back then, needing nothing larger than L. Through some mix up he had ended up with a 2xl. Smiling to himself, he threw it on. Something was amiss… It didn’t fit properly.

Huffing and grunting, he sighed, releasing his grip on the too tight sports jacket. He couldn’t believe he had put on so much weight… The once lithe track athlete was now a much heavier, and lazier athlete. An athlete of the buffet, so he would sometimes say jokingly. He was hoping the jacket would be perfect for his ten year reunion. He knew he had put on some weight, but now, he can finally see it’s not just “some”. Most furs would notice when they couldn’t see their feet. Others when a shirt bursts open in the middle of a progress meeting for the 3rd quarter. Hell, even when one’s gut meets the door 5 seconds before your fat paw should be a sign! But to him, it all was just minor discomforts and embarrassments. He was still proud about himself, thinking he hadn’t put on more than 50 pounds. Well, it seems he had gained more like 550. Five years since he graduated with honors in high school. He remember that day… And how afterwards, he kissed his then boyfriend, now husband on the lips.

The two graduated together, albeit his hefty boyfriend was held back a year. The two meshed on the first day of school they had together as freshman, and from their became their relationship. After graduating, the two attended even the same college. Unlike most, it didn’t have any teams, and as such, no where for the lithe puma to exert himself. He accepted this, but at the same time accepted his new lifestyle. When one lives with a glutton, habits rub on to you. Soon, pounds began to pile on, but he didn’t notice. He still saw the thin athlete in the mirror, not the heavy gut he was beginning to sport. This pattern continued, all the way through their four years of college, and their, very recently reached, their first year of marriage. They enjoyed each others company, and subconsciously, each other’s girths. He never could keep his paws off his fat wolf’s heft, especially when the wolf was a wide 800 pounds! Oh, the things they did…

Sighing again, he shrugged off the jacket and stood their staring at the mirror, his white suspenders stood out against his red V-neck, framing the rolls and folds that his shirt clung to. He was fat. He couldn’t believe it for some reason. His train of thought was heavily derailed, as he could hear the slow lumbering footsteps of his man. Glancing to the doorway, there stood a huffing wolf, an entire pie in his paw, as he smiled. His chubby cheeks were a flushed red, squishing about as he grinned, squinting his eyes ever so slightly. He was fully exposed, save for a pair of tight briefs and an apron of fat keeping him decent.

"You look sexy today… Well, you always do." the wolf smiled, lumbering in and kissing his puma’s lips. "How’s the jacket hun? Fit loosely i hope." he sat down, grabbing it with his free paw. He rubbed it between his sausage fingers, feeling the aged leather.

"It’s… Small. But honestly, i don’t care. I’ll still try to wear it either way…" sitting down, he leaned against his husbands side, rubbing his exposed paunch. "Now lets get that pie in your gut…"

Yesterday’s sketch, coloured and edited as needed. Took about half an hour to a full hour to colour, partially shade and edit. Enjoy, and recommend more things for me to draw!