Art by Bobert! https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bobert/

Blue cheeks burning hot, Radda’s fingers twiddled against the smooth sides of the ceramic bowl clenched with both hands. Unable to stifle a shy bleat, buttered corn kernels tumbled over one another and rustled softly in their domed container. Even though they’d been dating for goodness knows how long, and living together for months, the little Mareep couldn’t help but bahh bahh excitedly to himself. Hugging, snugging, and smooching Celia. No longer confined to the realm of daydreams, those delightful actions were practically routine now!

Arching her brows, Celia’s lips parted to reveal toothy smile at the sight of her sheepy practically prancing into the living room. Sinking into the couch cushions, the plump Flareon patted at the velvety fabric besides her. Clad in well-worn jeans and an orange tank top, Celia’s clothing clung tight to her generousness. A red furred muffintop spilled out over her waist, her pants groaning in protest as rips in their seams spread like veins along her thighs. “Even if there are twenty minutes of previews, that doesn’t excuse your wooly butt from poking,” she teased, her wet nose booping at the Mareep’s cheek.

“What commercials?” Flumping down beside her, Radda shyly pressed his comparatively rail thin leg against the Flareon’s tree trunk thick thigh. “We’re streaming this over Natuflix, not HootHulu!” The Mareep could only bleat in response as a broad thick arm curled around his back, smooshing him gently into his girlfriend’s padded side. “You were just looking for an excuse to snuggle, weren’t you?”

“And if I was?” Standing… well, leaning back in this case, a good head and shoulders over her sheep reep, Celia nuzzled the nubby striped horns poking out the side of Radda’s head.

“I-I’m not complaining.” One arm slid behind her back and the other wrapped around her broad and bulging belly, the Mareep cuddled into her side. Radda’s arm went numb soon after, hundreds of pounds of Flareon flab bearing down on it. Eh, the feeling would return in a couple hours once the blood flow quit being restricted. A flustered flare of blood rushed to his cheeks when Celia returned the gesture, resting a heavy hand against his shoulder and snuggling him close.

Giggling, Celia planted a kiss on the mess of blonde hair atop his head. “Ooh that popcorn for me?” Compressed against her stomach, the evolved Eevee could barely see the ceramic bowl past her breasts.
A soft blue muzzle slid up and down across her side, nestling itself between rolls of fur.

“D’awww thank you, Radda!” Hoisting it up with her free hand, Celia brought the popcorn kernels up to her muzzle, watching grains of salt and pepper sift and slide through the as of yet unpopped popcorn. Lips puckered, a thin stream of fire escaped from her mouth. Bowl glowing red hot, multitudes of cracks and pops erupted from within, the superheated corn bouncing off of the ceramic slopes.

Bleats and bahh bahhs stifled, the Mareep closed his eyes as the crackling heat surrounding his girlfriend caused his shirt sleeves to stiffen into hard cotton sheets resting against his tufts of wool. He could feel her swelling in her own ambient heat, Celia’s flab gently rolling over him in waves, smothering his face and muzzle.

“Smells delicious, sheepy!” Tilting her head back, Celia’s jaw clamped around the side of the simmering ceramic. Streams of roiling hot popcorn vanished down her maw, vaporized spices and butter wafting into her nostrils as she did so. She sucked gently on the lip of bowl once its contents had been emptied, literally drinking in its warmth. “Ahhh, just the way I like it!” Smoke trailing off her tongue, the bowl’s orange glow had already faded. “Thanks, Radda.” The popping and crackling refused to subside even in the popcorn’s absence, Celia’s jeans violently splitting at the ankles. Furred flesh forced apart the golden seams of string running along the sides of her pant’s legs, exposing Celia’s fattening calves and knees to the open air. Stretched taut, the cerulean fabric covering her flesh began to tear, tufts of red and cream colored fur poking through.

“Y-you know, Celia.” Two fat soft Flareon toes clenched around his ankle. Oh goodness, even ambient heat made her grow now. “I-I’ve been noticing a bit of a pattern lately.” Her hand now the size of his torso, bloated fingers as thick as his arms curled around him, squelching any chance of escape.

“Mmmhmm?” Her body… erf, no that was the couch that was groaning. Couch groaning beneath her weight, Celia smiled knowingly as her thighs billowed over her boyfriend, pinning him between the thunderest of thunder thighs and a couch arm. Her now jean-shorts rode higher and higher on her legs, straining to cover her rippling cheeks.

“W-well…” Mumbling into her flesh, Radda’s vision had since been replaced by supple red fluff. “When was the last time we actually watched a movie on movie night?” A velvety soft black padded palm wedged between his back and the couch arm, sliding him up and along Celia’s curves. “If you wanted to cuddle you could have just asked,’ he shyly continued, pecking at the mountain of belly looming before him.

“Are you suggesting we have a dedicated night for cuddling and snuggling?” The Flareon teased, both of her butt cheeks spilling out over the side of the couch. Her orange tanktop, well, it was more a bra at this point, struggled to hold back the flood of flesh yearning to burst through the fiber levees.

Chin resting against her tum, Radda peered up towards the smiling face wedged between the mountainous mammaries looming overhead. “Maaaaaaaaaybe.”

“I suppose now’s as good a night as any to give it a shot, don’t you think?” Dragging him up along her chest, Celia couldn’t help but giggle as the little ball of wool tickled at her fur.

Heart caught in his throat, the only response Radda was capable of was a subdued bleat.

“Glad you agree,” Celia whispered, her own ears glowing pink in embarrassment. Head titled forward, luscious lips pressed against her sweetie sheepy’s face. Hands cupped around his dwindling form, she closed her eyes and returned smooch after smooch, ignoring the plaster and flecks of paint scraping against the tops of her ears.

Suffice to say, it didn’t take long before every other night became dedicated to cuddles and snuggles. Alternating days were devoted to cleaning up the collapsed walls, ceilings, and furniture that inevitably resulted from such passionate and oftentimes growy snuggles.