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It Really Grows On You by Zeichwolf

“Well, here we are, come on in!”

The door creaked open, letting a thick ray of light flood into the room before being blocked by a figure stepping inside. A paw fumbled around the wall, trying to find the switch, and soon the lights came on, lighting up the interior of the room as well as the person standing in the doorway. Stepping quickly inside, Max stopped only a few paces in to turn and greet his new roommate, one he had been eagerly awaiting for some time now. Three weeks of waiting, planning, and preparation had been put into the new tenant's arrival, but it had been well worth the money spent for the flight to take him from the other side of the country down to his doorstep. And now, the wait was over.

The coyfox gave another broad smile to his companion as the tall wolf slipped into the room, two large suitcases in his arms. Max couldn't help but feel giddy, seeing Deam approach; the two of them had been in a relationship—though long-distance—for a while now, and seeing it all come to fruition as the wolf had finally been able to move in with him. The hybrid moved forward suddenly, catching his boyfriend in a hug; Deam let out an oof of surprise at the sudden movement, but chuckled, as this had been the routine all day since being picked up at the airport. Hugs, kisses, affectionate nuzzles with an itchy mass of scruff involved on Max's part; the two had done everything but hold hands since he had arrived, and that was only prevented by the suitcases.

Finally one hand was freed as Max took a suitcase from the wolf, and within a moment the vacant spot was filled by his own as the coyfox dragged his companion into the main room. Eventually both suitcases were placed down by the staircase that led to the upper level of the large apartment, but the moment they were gone, the tour began. Deam had to be introduced to his new residence, one step at a time; first was a large living room was set to one side of the entryway, with a television blocking what should have been a window facing out towards the street, the screen so large that it left the room dark when the lights weren't on, even in the middle of the day. A large sofa meant for three with some room left over sat across from the screen, a large coffee table between the two. Two different game systems were set on the shelves below the television, cords tucked away neatly, and a fair selection of games and DVDs sat in a neat bookshelf nearby. There were also two beanbags tucked in the corner, for guests or for a change of pace.

After the living room was the kitchen on the opposite side of the entryway, neat and well-furnished with recent appliance models, not to mention well-stocked. A walk-in pantry was filled to the brim with all sorts of food, from cooking supplies to snacks like cookies, chips, and packaged pastries. A large table, big enough to seat six, sat near one wall with the chairs arranged nicely, placemats set down at all six spots despite only two residents. Against one wall was a back door that led to a small patio with stairs leading down into a large lot behind the apartment buildings, a backyard of sorts that was separated from the others by a chest-height metal fence.

Up the stairs was their next destination, and there were two major rooms to explore; the first was Max's “office,” so to speak. A large desktop computer with not one, but two monitors—and what looked like a third was tucked away in one corner, for use as necessary—sat atop a desk that was covered with notes, the keyboard even buried under a handful that looked like they had been thrown there not long ago. Books on programming and other computer knowledge that left Deam's head spinning filled two bookcases scattered across the room. The room was mostly to be used when Max was working as a programmer, a job that had him pulling plenty of all-nighters, if the soda cans scattered across the messy desktop were any indication.

The last room was their bedroom; though the apartment was a two-bedroom suite, one of the two was in use as Max's office. That meant that there was only one for the two to share, but that had been planned. Max grinned again as he pulled Deam to sit next to him at the edge of the bed, leaning over to rest his head against the wolf's shoulder. The larger male smiled, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend as they looked round the room. The bed was a large one, king-sized, with a thick bedframe for support. Deam made a joke about it being strong enough to support an elephant, causing Max to laugh and give the wolf a playful shove. A walk-in closet sat along the far wall opposite the one that held the door to the large bathroom, and a pair of nightstands sat on either side of the bed for each of them. A large dresser sat against a wall as well for holding casual clothes, the first two drawers occupied with some of Max's clothes already.

Overall, Deam found himself pleased with his new home, and showed his pleasure with a warm kiss, tilting Max's head up to meet his lips. The coyfox's thick scruff of a beard tickled, causing him to giggle a bit, and the two fell over, laying close together, held in each other's arms for a long moment and letting it sink in that they were truly together. Only after a minute of silence did Max speak, still smiling as he leaned in to nuzzle at his boyfriend's nose.

“Welcome home, hon.”


After an hour spent cuddled together on that bed, arms wrapped around one another and bodies held close, the romance was cut short by a loud rumble emanating from Deam's middle. The wolf grinned sheepishly, a bit embarrassed; he hadn't eaten since breakfast, passing on the questionable airline food, and they had been too distracted since arriving to whip up something to eat. Max just grinned, ears twitching; he loved to hear the sound of a hungry belly, as he was quite the cook. Of course, there was only one thing he loved to hear more, and that was the sound of a full belly. Pushing himself out of bed after giving that demanding middle a playful kiss, the coyfox made an attempt to straighten his hair before heading for the kitchen to make some food. That left Deam to unpack the two suitcases he had brought with him, putting clothes away and adjusting to his new bedroom.

Eventually the bags were unpacked about a half hour later, but Max hadn't called saying that food was ready, so Deam decided to sneak on down to the kitchen and see what his boyfriend had in mind for their early dinner. Halfway down the stairs, the mouthwatering aroma of cooked beef combined with the sound of meat sizzling in a pan somewhere set his stomach to rumbling and his feet to hurrying, curious to see what was being prepared. The wolf found himself peeking around the doorway at the bottom of the stairs, feeling like a child sneaking a peek at a surprise, but he couldn't help himself; something just smelled good!

Rounding the corner showed the coyfox at the oven, carefully flipping thick patties in a large skillet, poking at them lightly to see if they were ready. Several bottles and containers sat across the counter as Max seasoned the meat cooking in front of him, carefully adding a marinade for the beef to cook in. Deam licked his lips, wondering what his boyfriend was making, but he pretended to be oblivious for now, heading back to the room. He let himself sprawl back on the bed again, spreading out as far as he could on its surface and barely taking up more than half of it. Since it was likely to be a little bit before dinner was ready, the wolf decided a little nap was in order.

A half hour later, the smell of food approaching was enough to rouse Deam from his slumber, the lupine yawning as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. His nose caught the smell of dinner drawing near, and even as it registered in his mind, Max came through the door with a well-laden tray. Two plates sat atop it, one filled with enough fries to feed a family alongside a veritable lake of ketchup, while the other had not one, not two, but four large hamburgers, each patty a good half pound of beef and topped by thick slices of American cheese and thick slices of still-sizzling bacon. Deam raised an eyebrow as the tray was set on the bed next to him with Max crawling onto the covers on the other side of it. “Uh... wow, you certainly can cook a lot. I certainly hope you have a big appetite; I doubt I can eat all of this myself!”

“Oh, I guess I just got a bit carried away, that's all.” Max dismissed the concern with a wave of his paw, grabbing one of the burgers and poking it at his boyfriend's mouth with a grin. “Not used to feeding two mouths, but I'm sure you can put away at least two of these, right? I'm sure we can just save any leftovers in the fridge.” Deam highly doubted he could eat two of the thick half-pound burgers, but his stomach disagreed with him, rumbling violently for food, so the wolf shrugged and decided to give it a fair shot. He tried to grab the burger from Max's grip, but the coyfox pulled it back before he could, giving him a wide grin before bringing it right back. “Nuh-uh. Open up, big guy.”

Deam rolled his eyes, but opened his maw as directed, only to find the burger pushed directly into his mouth, causing him to choke in surprise even as Max let go, letting the wolf hold the food in his jaws, cheeks bulging from the mass. The coyfox laughed at the ridiculous look on his boyfriend's face; indeed, looking at the mirror-topped dresser across from them, it was all Deam could do not to join in. The burger was stuffed halfway in his maw, his cheeks round like a chipmunk's, and his eyes wide in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Taking a large bite out of the burger and pulling the remainder out of his mouth, the wolf couldn't help but chuckle. Max grinned, playfully poking at his cheek, causing Deam to stifle another laugh lest he choke at his boyfriend's playful antics.

Finally, they settled down for their meal, with Max laying himself across Deam's lap after moving the tray to a better position, his head on the wolf's stomach as he grabbed at a fry here and there. The burgers were mostly left to Deam, and the lupine did good on the request to try and eat as much as he could; already, he had finished the first, and was halfway through the second. The fries had been munched on occasionally between bites, and the plate was half-empty. The food was great, too; Deam could hardly get enough of the juicy burgers, slathered with ketchup and practically dripping with the juice from the bacon. It was all so delicious, he almost started on the third burger before his overfilled stomach decided to finally protest.

And then it hit him, he was full. This wasn't the after-dinner contentment of being satisfied, but the feeling of being stuffed to the limit like a Thanksgiving turkey. The wolf put his paws to his belly, feeling how tight it was, swollen slightly from the mass of food he had just downed. Max leaning on his stomach probably wasn't helping; the extra weight just exacerbated how full he felt, and he gently lowered the coyfox down onto the bed so that he could lay back and stretch out. Deam was sure that he had never eaten so much in one short sitting; still, it was a good feeling being this full. It was a feeling of contentment that he hadn't known for a long time, though it was likely as much from having a drowsy coyfox snuggling against his side as much as it was the food.

Full as he was, the wolf found himself wrapping an arm around Max's shoulders, pulling him to rest his head on his chest. The hybrid smiled, leaning up to give his boyfriend a scruffy kiss on the chin before getting comfortable, cuddling in close. “What was it I said earlier?” He spoke softly, yawning as he did, but as happy as he was tired. “Oh yeah... welcome home, love.”


The first week passed, and while the initial excitement of moving in together began to subside, the contentment of settling into a routine together only grew. Each morning, Deam would wake up to breakfast in bed, usually several thick slices of french toast slathered in butter, syrup, and powdered sugar along with a half-dozen slices of bacon and a plate of scrambled eggs. From there the two lovers would spend the afternoon in the living room playing games, snuggling on the couch over a movie, or just talking about their plans for the future. Lunch was never missed, and the variety of foods that Max could cook was amazing; sometimes it was simple things such as grilled cheese and tomato soup, while other days a whole appetizer platter's worth of food in the form of chicken wings, potato skins, and mozzarella sticks would be served up. And of course, all of the meals were plus-sized; Max seemed to enjoy cooking, and Deam didn't have the heart to tell him to cut back. Leftovers were always plentiful, making for a great between-meal snack.

More lazing, some internet browsing, or perhaps an afternoon nap followed the meal, and before either of them knew it, it was time for dinner. Dinner was by far the heaviest of all the meals, and Max put an extra burst of effort into preparing the best. Pasta dishes were the most common throughout the week, from spaghetti to lasagna, all with a heavy meat-laden sauce for extra flavor, but about halfway through the week there had been several thick, well-cooked steaks drowned in sauce. Deam never found himself wanting for something to eat, and once or twice even found himself heating up some leftovers before bed, entranced by the taste.

It was an idle, comfortable lifestyle; with a nice two-week gap before starting his new job, Deam found himself relaxing and lounging about more than anything. But as the first week and a half ticked down, he knew he had to get out and about, to explore the surrounding area enough to at least know where his job was located. Getting ready for his excursion just seemed like such a task after his lazy vacation, but he knew he had to do it, and so the wolf dragged himself out of bed one morning while Max was downstairs already preparing breakfast. Shuffling across the room towards the closet, Deam sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he tried to pick out his clothing for the day. The obvious question was whether he went casual for a walk on the town, or a bit more classy for visiting his workplace. In the end he settled for something between, grabbing a pair of jeans and a collared shirt before tossing them on the bed as he made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush down his hair and fur.

Coming back, the wolf peeled off the shirt he had been wearing the day before, having fallen asleep completely dressed, and tossed it aside on the floor to retrieve later. He grabbed his new shirt, tugging it on over his head and slipping his arms into the sleeves. Pulling it down, however, was a bit more of a chore, as Deam soon discovered. Frowning, he found himself tugging at the waistband, finding it stopping an inch short of his hips, leaving a tiny strip of black fur exposed between the shirt and the pants he had been wearing the day before. No matter how much he pulled at his shirt, it just wouldn't slide down all the way.

“Must have shrunk in the wash...” Deam grumbled as he tossed it aside, deciding to dig out a new one in a few minutes. Instead he shimmied out of his Tripps and dropped them onto the ground as he tried to tug his jeans on. The wolf preferred his pants loose, tightening them at his waist with a belt and giving his legs more room to breathe, yet as he pulled the jeans on they pinched slightly into his hips, able to slide on but with some minor difficulty. Deam frowned as he pulled them close, the button a bit snug but the fly able to be zipped up. Once his pants were on, he headed for the bathroom, where a full-length mirror sat on the back of the door. Closing it behind him he turned to get a better look at himself, and paused when he realized what had happened.

Only a week and some before, a svelte, trim wolf would have been looking back at him. He hadn't been underweight or unhealthy, just lacked definition to his frame. However, that wolf was gone, replaced by a larger one; Deam stared in surprise, placing his paws on a stomach that had gone from flat to rounded, a small potbelly protruding a few extra inches outwards. It wasn't enough to make him look slightly more than average, but it was a noticeable change to him. The wolf turned again, making sure of what he saw; sure enough, he had a nice little belly going, and his whole frame looked slightly broader.

Yet Deam couldn't help but blush in embarrassment as he realized where it had all come from. He had been eating several heavy meals a day, more than he ever would have on his own, and he hadn't exactly been active. Lots of food plus little activity was a recipe for putting on weight rather rapidly, and it showed. Maybe it was time for a diet; he hated the thought of telling Max, who seemed delighted to cook as much as he did, but at this rate he'd have to get a new wardrobe before starting work. Frowning, he headed out to the bedroom again, still half-dressed.

“Oh, there you are, hon.” Max was sitting at the bed, the usual tray of food set beside him. Today's meal consisted of several plate-filling pancakes, along with nearly a full rasher of bacon and tall glass of orange juice. “You're up early; normally I get to wake you up with breakfast.”

Deam looked at the food on the bed guiltily; Max had already gone through the trouble of making breakfast, and it would be rude to waste it. What was one more heavy meal, if he was planning on changing his eating habits afterward? “Yeah, I wanted to get up and look around town, maybe see what the area around my work is like. It's been nice being lazy for the last week, but it's time to get myself active again.”

“Well if that's the case, I'll drive.” Max gave a polite smile, patting the bed next to him as he pulled the tray of food onto his lap, cutting up the topmost pancake. “I know the area pretty well, after all, and I can show you all the best spots, as well as the best route to work.”

“Well, actually...” Deam paused as a large chunk of pancake was poked at his mouth, taking the piece and chuckling. “I was thinking of walking there, actually. I've been letting myself go a bit lately, so I thought I'd get a bit of exercise with a jog around town—hey!” The wolf jumped as the forkful of syrupy pancake fell onto his lap, quickly putting it on the tray. Max was quick to grab the napkin off of the tray and dab at the spot, which thankfully came up easily, leaving no stain on Deam's jeans. The lupine tilted his head in confusion as his boyfriend finished cleaning up. “You okay? You just dropped it all of a sudden.”

“Y-yeah!” Max chuckled, embarrassed, “I uh... well it slipped out of my paws and it startled me. I'm just glad we didn't mess up your jeans.” Setting the tray aside, the coyfox leaned against Deam's side, his head resting on the wolf's shoulder. “How about today I just drive you up there, show you the area. Tomorrow you can go out and walk it yourself once you have a good idea of the place so that you can familiarize yourself with your surroundings. How's that sound?” It was a good compromise, and Deam found himself agreeing; one more day wouldn't hurt, and he'd ask Max to cut back on his portions a bit to ease himself back into a better diet.

“Alright! Sounds like a plan. Now why don't we finish up breakfast, and we'll head out in a bit.”


Another week passed, and in that time, nothing had changed. On the day when they had gone out, Max had insisted that they stop by a nearby burger stand, one of his favorites or so he claimed. Four double-stacked burgers and two boxes of large fries later had led to Deam passing out on the couch in a food coma, his belly fully as could be. The next day's walk was also put off; Max ended up needing to do a grocery run and dragged Deam off with him to help carry some of the heavier bags. The two of them were gone for a good three hours, and by the time they got back, the wolf collapsed in front of the television again, unwilling to go back out for his walk. The rest of the week passed similarly, some excuse or delay keeping Deam from his intended walk.

Of course, it didn't help that the wolf couldn't find the time to tell Max to ease up on his food portions either, and once the food was made, there was no sense in letting it go to waste. It didn't help that Deam was worried about upsetting his boyfriend; Max went through all that work to prepare him plenty of food, and he was being ungrateful about it all because of a few pounds. Surely it wouldn't get any worse, and in time he'd talk the coyfox down on his food preparations, or at least get him to eat more of his own creations. Self-assurances and excuses filled the time between meals, sleep, and lazing, and the last bit of time before work resumed began to vanish.

The first day on the new job was difficult. Deam was not one for white-collar environments, and he dreaded being in a call center all day answering phones, but money was money. Soon enough he was forced to struggle into his clothing, thankful that one of his shirts was loose enough that it fit, albeit still a bit tightly. The wolf made a note to go shopping after work was over, but for now he had to deal with the buttons digging into his middle and the collar feeling tight on his neck. A look in the mirror confirmed his suspicions; in the last week, he had definitely put on a few extra pounds. His middle actually protruded an inch or two over his waistband, and the definition was fading from his face, giving him a slightly softer look.

Still, Max refused to admit anything was wrong. He brushed off any comments that Deam made about his increased weight, talking about how his clothing was just a bit small, or maybe that it was a trick of the lighting. Deam couldn't win against such enthusiasm, and eventually let the topic drop, but he was more than aware of just how much bigger he had gotten. Sure, it was maybe fifteen, twenty pounds at best, but a lot was different now. He could feel his new paunch start to settle in his lap, and if he placed his paws on it, there was some give, a slight yielding to the doughy mass sitting around his middle. Chairs felt a little odd due to a bit of extra padding on his backside as well, making his seats feel softer, not quite uncomfortable but certainly different.

Well, there was always tonight, he thought as he prepared a small bag for himself, mostly a book to read during his break and a few pieces of paperwork he had been asked to bring in with him, as well as a notepad and a few pens. As Deam was heading out the door, however, Max approached him with a bag, smiling brightly as ever. And as ever, Deam couldn't help but melt under that smile. “Don't be going without this, hon.”

“What is it?” Deam took the bag, noticing that it felt heavier than he expected.

“Your lunch. And, well, maybe a snack or two, since you have a long shift today.” Max gave another innocent smile, and chuckled as he gave his boyfriend a push out the door. “Now c'mon, I'll drive you on your first day. You don't want to be late.” The two of them hurried out to the car, and quickly they made their way to his workplace. Max made sure to drive right up to the front entrance before letting Deam out, causing the wolf to blush as his boyfriend rolled down the window and wished him good luck rather loudly. Deam waved the hybrid off, hurrying inside and hoping no one saw; he felt like a child being seen off on his first day of school, and he could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

The day was as slow as could be expected; being new to the position, Deam spent most of his time in training. Most of it was spent in bookwork, flipping through pages and reading the text within. It was very much like going to school, actually; in order to do his job, he had to be trained from square one in every bit of the company's policies. The books provided for him weren't hard, and it was a subject he was familiar with, but there was still so much to go through. Policies, rules, standards; all of it mixed together in a blur in his head. It wasn't that he was expected to learn it all in a few days; rather, there was a one-month training period in which he would be given the time to study and learn the material before taking an exam for the licensing required for employment, at which point he would move to the center itself.

The day dragged by as Deam turned page after page, reading the information and jotting down notes on the pad of paper he had brought with him. As the day moved along, however, his stomach grumbled at him, startling the wolf. With a start he realized that that he hadn't eaten much; breakfast had been cut a bit short by rolling out of bed late—no more lazy mornings sleeping in, he realized—and so he hadn't eaten nearly as much as he usually did. Deam grumbled, rubbing at his stomach, but then he remembered the bag of food that Max had packed him. Given how much the coyfox usually made for meals, he'd have plenty to make a quick snack and still leave plenty for lunch.

Digging into the bag, Deam was surprised at just how much was inside. A large plastic container of spaghetti complete with sauce and meatballs could serve two, and there was nearly half a loaf of garlic bread in there was well. Along the side were two quart-sized bags with chips in them, and a small folded note. Grabbing one of the bags of chips and the note, the wolf unfolded the piece of paper as he began to lightly snack, reading it out loud to himself. “I thought you might get a little hungry at work, so I packed you a light snack. You'll think better with some extra calories running to your brain, right? Love you!'

Deam rolled his eyes, but he took the bag anyway, setting it on the desk next to him as he flipped through the pages. He idly munched as he read, writing with one hand and grabbing chips with the other. The time seemed to pass a lot more quickly as he got into the rhythm, writing a few words, flipping a page, grabbing a single chip and guiding it to his mouth. Nearly an hour of that pattern followed, and soon the nearly-full bag began to finally run dry, nearly enough to fit in a retail-sized bag. Deam wiped the crumbs from his muzzle as he realized that he had gone through the whole bag, embarrassed as he tossed it in a nearby hamper. He really had to get a grip on himself; it wasn't Max's fault that he was starting to round it, but his lack of self-control!

Yet the clock showed that it was time for his lunch break, and Deam still didn't feel satisfied; the “light snack” over the last hour hadn't really filled him up as much as it had just further whetted his appetite. With nothing else to do on his lunch break but read the book he had brought from home, the wolf pulled out the text and flipped to the proper page while he undid the top of the spaghetti container, not willing to let his mate's cooking go to waste. Of course he only told himself he'd eat half of it, exercising that self-control he had just berated himself for lacking; if he was going to go on a diet, it was going to start with him!

Unfortunately, that self-control crumbled under the onslaught of delicious food. The meatballs were seasoned perfectly, the juices practically dripping onto his tongue, and the thick layer of Parmesan cheese over the buttered noodles just made him want to swoon. By the end of the half hour lunch break, Deam had finished enough pasta for two, and it certainly showed; surreptitiously, he loosened his belt a notch, the leather strap digging into his full stomach as it bowed out an extra inch rounder before him. The already-stressed buttons felt even tighter, and if he leaned forward, Deam could see a hint of black fur peeking between the two lowest ones. Straightening up, he sucked in his gut as best as he could, his cheeks red as he prayed no one else noticed.

The rest of the day went by fairly normally at least, though the time seemed to pass slowly as Deam made his way through the book. Eventually the time came for him to clock out, and the wolf did so in a hurry, eager to get home and changed into something comfortable so that he could go out and get some better-fitting work clothes. Grabbing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder, he made his way out to the front of the building to find Max already waiting for him, parked on the curb right in front of the building. Hoping that his boyfriend hadn't been there long, Deam hurried to the car, tossing his bag into the backseat and buckling in so that they could get going. The seatbelt was a little more snug than he remembered, but he bore with it.

The ride home was standard as well; conversation bounced between how his day was, what work was like, and how the food was. Deam deflected the last question by continuing to talk about his day, the sort of material he had learned and some not-so-interesting facts that he fluffed up to sound good. Max nodded, acting interested enough, and the drive went by quickly. Once they were home, Deam pulled himself out of the car and hurried towards the house as best as he could without looking like he was hurrying, excusing himself to run upstairs to the bathroom and leaving Max to grab his bag out of the car. The coyfox looked on confused, but shrugged and grabbed their stuff before following after.

Heading into the bathroom, Deam locked the door behind him and peeled off the too-tight shirt that clung to his torso, inspecting the damage from his binging for the day. Indeed, the effects were immediately obvious, even compared to this morning; full as it was, his stomach rounded out nicely, a basketball-sized sphere that stretched out his black fur slightly. Soft rolls of budding fat could be seen at his sides, the start of a pair of love handles forming and framing the thick belly that had grown in due to his unrestrained eating. His torso looked thicker in general, though it was mostly due to that hefty middle that bulged out noticeably. Embarrassed, Deam wondered how many people had seen him on the way out, or worse, had taken notice of his appearance.

He had changed so much since moving in with Max, he thought; looking closer in the mirror, Deam could see a number of differences that would not have been visible before. His cheeks looked rounder, the sharp angles of his lupine face softened by the padding on them, while the hint of a second chin was forming under his muzzle. And of course, there was the weight around his middle, padding out his belly and sides, as well as the added thickness to his hips and rump. Had all of this really happened in just over two weeks? Deam could hardly believe it, yet here he was, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing the changes from all of the heavy eating he had been doing.

There was no way around it, the wolf decided; he would have to tell Max what was going on, and hope that the coyfox didn't take it poorly. What guy wanted a heavyweight for a boyfriend? They'd talk it over, cut back on dining portions, and Deam figured he could register for a membership with the local gym too. Feeling confident in his decision, the wolf pulled his shirt back on, finding the buttons harder to close around his belly, and noticed a small gap between two of them. Thinking it would only help to argue his case, Deam made his way out to the bedroom to find his boyfriend and explain the situation.

He found Max rather quickly, the coyfox sprawled out on the bed yawning. “Sleepy?” The wolf asked as he climbed on top of the sheets as well, laying on his side and facing his boyfriend. Max nodded and mumbled something as he snuggled in close, resting his head against Deam's chest and, embarrassingly, pressed up against the wolf's paunch too. “Well, before you head off, I wanted to talk to you about something important...”

“Can it wait until after I wake up?” Max mumbled sleepily, yawning again. “I had a late night last night and I'm bushed... didn't want to miss dropping you off on your first day, though...” Deam relented quickly; occasionally the coyfox had some really late nights doing some programming work for his job, getting next to no sleep until the early hours of the morning, yet Max had been up in time to make him lunch and drive him to work, and apparently hadn't been able to sleep most of the day. Instead, the wolf started to get up to head downstairs and watch TV, but a clinging paw tugged at his shirt and held him in place. Deam looked down to see Max smiling at him with another yawn. “Stay and cuddle a bit? You know I love falling asleep in your arms.”

Deam smiled back and nodded, wrapping his arms around the smaller coyfox and squeezing him close. Max's soft murr of approval was a gentle vibration against the wolf's chest, the hybrid giving an affectionate nuzzle to his boyfriend's chest. Deam just held his lover there, kept him close in his arms even as Max's breathing slowed to that of slumber. He didn't want to let go, at least not yet, and so the two of them remained intertwined in each other's arms, the bigger holding the smaller and yet held fast as they snuggled in close. Eventually, Deam found himself dozing off as well, warmed by Max's embrace and comfortable as the coyfox curled up against him.

He awoke an unknown time later, and it was already dark outside, suggesting he had been asleep for two or three hours at least. The wolf yawned as he rubbed at his eyes, starting to get up, but he felt Max's arms cling to him tightly, holding him in place. Looking down in curiosity, Deam saw that his boyfriend was still asleep, caught in the throes of dreams. Smiling softly, he reached down to remove the coyfox's grip so that he could get up and get dinner, but Max still clung tightly, mumbling softly in his sleep. “Don't go... you're so warm, and soft...” Deam paused, ears perking up as he listened, amused that his boyfriend talked in his sleep. “It's just a few pounds... and it looks so good on you... just try for me? You just look so cute with that belly...”

Deam's eyebrows raised slightly before he settled back in, whispering softly and trying not to wake his boyfriend. “You... you like me getting fat? You don't think I'm a slob for it?”

“Mmhm...” Max curled in against his boyfriend, pressing his muzzle against the wolf's chest and nuzzling softly. “You look great... just keep up the good work... handsome...” There were a few more unintelligible words before the coyfox started to settle back into deeper sleep, falling back into his dreams of a heavier wolf. Deam stared at him for a few minutes, his mind trying to comprehend what had been said. Max liked him getting fat? He thought it looked great? For a moment the wolf discounted it as nothing more than sleepy rambles, yet the more he thought about it, Deam realized that it was very likely true. Between the heavy meals and all the excuses to keep him lazy, Max very well could be trying to fatten him up.

But Deam had to ask himself one question: how did he feel about it? He remembered how embarrassed he felt about the weight he was putting on, the eyes that he thought were following him everywhere. To say he felt a little uncomfortable was an understatement; that sense of being scrutinized and judged by everyone made him feel a little ill. Yet at the same time, Max had seemed so happy, so alive in the last few weeks; sure, he had never been down or depressed, but he had always seemed so tired at times. Yet none of that had been evident since Deam had moved in, and in fact the coyfox had seemed positively invigorated. If it made him happy, was it worth a few stares here and there?

Finally easing himself out of Max's grip, the wolf made his way downstairs, where his laptop was kept. Pulling it onto his lap as he found his comfortable spot on the couch, Deam pulled up his web browser, deciding it was time to do a little research before he made any decisions...


Max yawned as he woke up, rubbing at his bleary eyes as he looked around the room. When had he fallen asleep? Oh right, after picking up Deam from work, he had pretty much crashed. And speaking of the wolf, where was he? Max vaguely remembered being held by his boyfriend before falling asleep, but that could have just been part of his dreams. Yawning again, the coyfox pushed himself out of bed, halfheartedly attempting to straighten his messy hair as he made his way out the bedroom door and downstairs to make dinner; the clock showed that it was way past their normal dinnertime, and he didn't want to keep a hungry wolf waiting.

As he made his way downstairs, however, Max's nose caught the smell of something cheesy. Awake and fully curious, he followed his nose to the living room, where he found Deam poring over an article at his laptop, a full pot of macaroni sitting on a hot pad on the coffee table beside him. Occasionally the wolf would get a large forkful of food and guide it to his maw, careful to avoid dripping cheese onto his laptop. Max's eyebrows raised slowly in confusion as he approached, leaning over the couch even as Deam set aside his computer and looked up to greet him.

Trying to act nonchalant, Max draped himself over the back of the couch to give his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead, wrapping his arms around the wolf's neck. “Mm... hungry tonight, I see? Or is some of that for me?”

“Nope, all mine. Yours is in a plate in the microwave.” Deam grabbed another forkful, stuffing it into his mouth before setting the utensil back down. “And I am a little hungry, but I figured a little extra wouldn't hurt.” Max paused; there was a hidden meaning in those words, and now the coyfox was starting to get suspicious. He leaned over discretely, noticing that Deam had placed his laptop so that he could just barely make out the title of the article without looking suspicious. What he saw surprised him, and without thinking he simply blurted out. “Uh... what's this article, Deam?”

The title of the article was a simple one, and Deam actually smiled as he turned the laptop to make it easier to read, pulling it back atop his lap. The wolf grinned as he read it out loud, though his cheeks colored very slightly. “Safe weight gain: an article on gaining with minimized health concerns.” Max froze up completely, his ears pinning back slightly, his tail lowering. Searching for words, he looked away, but Deam shrugged and took another mouthful. “Oh relax, would you? I'm just doing my research. Can't be too careful.”

“Yeah, well... but I... well, I um...”

“You're nervous because you're busted, right?” Deam chuckled, patting the sofa next to him and leaning over to make room. Max quickly moved to the seat as prompted, his face suddenly red as he understood what Deam meant. “Oh relax. You know me better than that. Stop being so shell-shocked and just tell me what it is you really want.” The wolf grinned and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, wrapping one arm around his shoulders. “Tell me, and maybe I will let you feed the rest of this to me. Sound good, hon?”

That was enough to make Max go beet-red, and Deam grinned before taking another forkful and eating it himself. Though it had only been two hours since he had made up his mind to do some research into the subject, the amount of information and the number of communities on the internet revolving around the concept of “gaining” was staggering. It seemed that though it was still considered strange by the majority of society, there was still plenty of support out there, people who wouldn't judge and who happily accepted such an interest. Plus, there were plenty of sites that detailed ways to put on extra weight without any of the health problems that society so often claimed was part of the reason being fat was bad; Deam had found himself intrigued and reading up on them, interested in the information within. He had made his decision, but only if Max was brave enough to admit what he wanted and come clean.

“W-what do you mean, what do I want?” Max fumbled again, still red. “I mean, I know I want a few things, but I mean... is there something specific you want?”

“Oh hush. I'll even start it off for you.” Deam grinned and handed a large forkful of macaroni to Max, licking his lips and leaning against him. “'Deam, I want you to...' Now you finish the statement. C'mon, let's hear it.”

Max finally caught on, and though his face was red, a hint of a smile, albeit a nervous one, broke through. “I... w-well, I uh...” He took a deep breath and finished. “I want you to be fat, Deam. I think you'd look amazing, I mean look at how good you already look! And just think, it can get better. I really, really want you to get fat...” He blushed again, burying his face into his boyfriend's shoulder, embarrassed as all hell.

“How fat?” The question caught Max off-guard, and he sat up again, his face still red as Deam repeated himself. “So, how fat do you want me to get? An extra hundred on my frame, maybe push three or even four hundred pounds?” The ease with which Deam said it surprised the coyfox, and Max blushed again as he tried to answer.

“Um... I haven't gotten that far, yet. Actually, I don't know how big I want you to get... just big, bigger, biggest, I suppose...” Max found the words coming to him more easily as he spoke. “I love big bellies, best of all, you know, like this nice paunch you have started here. I love to rest against your soft tummy, listen to it as I sink into the flab there. You're so warm and comfy, and I like the idea of you being bigger... it's a very secure feeling, having this big bulky fellow at my back. Plus...” The coyfox's face reddened again, but he figured he'd come this far and might as well get the rest out. “I... well, I think you're dead sexy. I mean it. Already you're starting to look great, and I can't wait to see you outgrow even more of your clothes and...”

“Alright, alright, that's enough!” Deam cut him off, laughing, and Max grinned sheepishly when he saw a flush of red across the wolf's face as well. “You've earned your feeding, alright? But next time, if you want something...” Deam smiled as he pulled the pot of macaroni over, setting it in front of Max. “Just ask. You know I'm always willing to hear you out, and maybe it wouldn't have been so awkward. But for now... shall we eat? I'm eager to experience the larger side of life.”

Max raised another forkful of macaroni to his lover's mouth, but before the food could get there, the coyfox pressed his lips up against Deam's, embracing the wolf with a passionate kiss. It broke a moment later, only to be replaced by the fork. Max smiled widely, his tail wagging excitedly now that his desire had been confirmed. “To wider waistlines, love.”

“To wider waist—mmf!” Deam was cut off as the fork was shoved into his muzzle, and Max broke into laughter, getting another forkful ready.

Another week passed as the two settled into their new routine, though to call it new was a bit of an odd statement; to be fair, the routine hadn't changed so much as their understanding of it had. No longer was Max making excuses for how much extra food he prepared; instead, Deam told him to make even more, and encouraged him to try new things. In return, the coyfox made sure to encourage his growing wolf to eat every bite; few meals had leftovers, and those that did only did so because Deam's belly was so distended he literally could not eat another bite. Meals tended to end with the wolf passing out in bed, drunk on how full and tight his belly felt, and the extra sleeping did plenty to help with his growing waistline.

Two months passed since Deam had moved in with Max, and he had settled into his job at work upon completing training. The job was fairly simple; he took calls, answered technical questions as explained in his studies to the best of his abilities, and generally tried his best to keep guests heavy. As the job kept him at his desk most of the time, and required very little in the way of lifting or walking, it only further served to improve his time spent trying to pack on the pounds. It wasn't a surprise that within that two months, he had been required to up the size of his wardrobe three times. His coworkers seemed surprised by his sudden weight gain, but Deam had always put it off as a matter of having a good cook at home. With how lightly he took it, most of his coworkers just shrugged it off; sure, there were those who looked oddly at him and there were occasionally whispers, but what did it matter to him?

And those two months of feeding had been very effective. Deam had gone from chubby to downright fat, gaining from his starting weight of one-sixty to nearly two hundred and eighty pounds. That was more than sixty pounds a month, something that seemed unheard of from what the wolf had read, yet with how much food Max stuffed into him along with his seemingly unending appetite, it had happened. And then it continued; as they went, pictures were taken, weights were measured, and the entire time they had watched his weight climb almost daily, even if only a pound or two. Indeed, they had their own little photo album, a scrapbook of gaining that they tracked every week in order to show their progress. Deam smiled as he flipped through the pages, admiring his growing form.

Halfway through the year, the two had celebrated Deam's birthday, and Max had gone all-out getting a cake that rivaled the ones seen at weddings. The cake was five layers of yellow cake not just coated but practically dripping with chocolate icing. To make matters more amusing, the decorative figures at the top of the cake were placed in just the way to make them both laugh. The smaller figure that was meant to be Max was hanging off one side of the cake, but that was because the larger figurine was so round and swollen-looking as to be a black-and-red ball atop the cake, taking up much of the surface. Deam felt his cheeks heat slightly as he remembered that scene, for it had been then that he had decided that he was going to get big, just to match the image for Max.

The pages turned, coming to a picture to celebrate their first Thanksgiving together. Deam remembered that day fondly, both because of the time spent with his boyfriend, as well as the fact that he had gone up two pants sizes from the enormity of the meal that they had eaten. Well, that Deam had eaten; Max had let himself go a bit, as was per tradition on Thanksgiving, but he had still only finished off two plates, leaving the rest of the table-straining feast for his boyfriend. Two whole turkeys and most of a third, a whole bowl of mashed potatoes, two pots of stuffing, a basket of rolls, a whole pan of sweet potato casserole, and many other things vanished down the wolf's gullet; to Max's delight, Deam had managed to pop most of the buttons on his shirt, letting an enormously-engorged belly spill out onto the tabletop, round as a ball and tight as a drum. The wolf had passed out in a food coma before the picture was taken, and Max had taken advantage of that to paint “World's Fattest Turkey” across his bloated belly before snapping the shot.

Another turn, and another image came up, this time of Christmas. Written underneath it was the wolf's current weight: four hundred and thirty pounds. Deam was sitting on the couch in a Santa outfit, but the coat was too small and wouldn't close all the way around his belly, so he had to improvise and just button it across the chest. His hefty belly flowed out into his lap, obscuring most of the bright-red pants that strained around his thighs and wide rear, but he certainly looked jolly with his round-faced grin. Max had been trying to find a spot to sit on “Santa's” lap, but with how much space Deam's belly had taken up, he had to settle on snuggling against the wolf's belly instead.

Finally, time had come to the present, just shy of a year together. Deam marveled at the work that had been done to him; in just about a year, he had gone from one-fifty to more than three times that. Just twenty-five pounds shy of the five hundred pound mark, the wolf had taken obese to a whole new level. What had started as a small potbelly had grown into a fine paunch, the thick mass swelling round yet soft, giving it a roughly spherical look. Oh, there was plenty of sag and softness to it, but Deam admired the way it didn't just droop down his front, protruding a good way and often bumping into things just due to its size. It settled over his lap and overflowed it, too big to reach his arms all the way around it, and it was so warm and squishy that Deam couldn't help but occasionally cuddle with his own gut. The thick mass had done little damage to his hide, surprisingly, a fact that a lot of gainers warned others to be careful of. His fur was as soft as ever, and combined with the plush nature of his belly, he made a finer pillow than any crafted one, or at least so Max said.

The rest of his body had shown similar expansion. Deam's chest, which had been relatively flat to begin with, had swollen out with new padding and sagged into soft moobs, thick mounds of flab that kept some shape as they spilled over his belly. The two stretched out any shirt he wore, usually adding further strain to the neckline, and the wolf couldn't help but chuckle at the way they wobbled every breath he took. His shoulders were a good deal broader, his body's frame growing to match his building bulk. Deam was certainly growing wider and not a good deal taller, making him look that much heavier, and he loved every moment of it.

Each limb that had once been lithe, with maybe a hint or trace of muscle, were now completely obscured in a thick layer of pudge that had not been there. The arms were rounded, thicker, and certainly had far less definition as the fat bunched up around his elbows. Each finger was a tad thicker, the claws sunken slightly into each digit. His thighs were enormous, tree trunk-thick mounds that fought for space whether he was sitting or standing, forcing him to spread his legs just to be comfortable. Of course, whatever small gap be managed to make between the jumbo-sized legs was just filled in with his gut as it rested on his lap.

Deam leaned back, closing the photo album and letting it sit atop his belly, which often served as a table in its own right, albeit one that was somewhat rounded. The wolf often went without many clothes when he was at home, mostly because of the pain of getting them on, as well as the fact that they hid next to nothing. The only concession he made to modesty was a pair of boxer shorts that, despite having numerous Xs in their size, were still a tad too small for him, though he doubted Max minded that they clung to his couch-filling rear, showing off a good quarter of those rounded globes and squeezing tight around his thighs. Indeed, of late there was barely enough room on the couch for the coyfox to snuggle in; Deam's enormous backside filled up two of the cushions and had started to overtake half of the third one, meaning that Max had to press himself against Deam to find space, not that he minded! The wolf had made a half-hearted comment about needing a new couch soon, but Max had coyly replied that he was working on it now. Deam had been confused until he realized that Max had been talking about him, and he laughed; indeed, he would be a new bed now, at this rate!

A year had passed, and so much had come and gone. A year ago, Deam would have never thought that he'd have grown so massively fat, or more, that he had come to enjoy it. Everything about it had just been so wonderful, from the loving attention that he got from his boyfriend on a daily basis to just how good he felt. There was a feeling of comfort and security from being so fat; his body was large, and his confidence had grown to match it. Plus, it was fun in its own way to be such a temptation to Max, as big as he was; the coyfox was easily distracted whenever his door-filling boyfriend lumbered into the room, his eyes caught by that heaving, wobbling mass of wolfgut that entered before the rest of Deam. Deam even caught eyes watching him as he walked away, fixated on his wobbling rear. It was truly delightful, living this way.

And so nearly a year had come and gone, and they had come to today, a special day. Max's birthday had come around, and it was the first one that the two of them spent together. The coyfox was actually in the kitchen now, preparing a large lunch for them, as well as the cake for their celebration tonight. Deam had complained about Max making his own birthday cake, but the hybrid had reminded him that Deam could barely reach past his gut, and would have to rest it against the oven to try and cook anything atop it. Seeing as neither of them wanted to deal with burnt fur and third-degree burns, the wolf had conceded, though he still insisted that he should have at least been allowed to order a cake. The argument got him nowhere, though, and so he had spent the day relaxing, lazing in front of the television as per Max's orders. The smell of cooking food had driven him crazy all day, but he did his best to remain strong; dinner would come soon enough.

“Come and get it!” The sound of Max's voice was enough to inspire even the heavyweight wolf to light-footed agility, and Deam quickly squeezed his way through the doorway into the dining room. Laid out before him was a feast reminiscent of Thanksgiving, though a bit less festive; a plate of burgers sat along a similar one of hot dogs, while a large basket of fries for four sat between them. Bags of chips and cookies were set around the table, and two large tubs of ice creams with a number of fixings around them sat at the far side, with a notable lack of bowls; they wouldn't be needed, anywayt.

Finally, to top it all off, there was the cake. Made to rival the one gotten for Deam's birthday, Max had been working since early in the morning to finish it. The cake had been made as something between an ice cream cake and a wedding cake; four tiers had been stacked on top of one another, each one separated by a thick layer of ice cream in varying flavors. Each tier itself was a smaller ice cream cake, two layers each with another flavor of ice cream different from the one above and/or below it. The ornamental top was simply a pair of numbers representing the coyfox's age, bu the entire thing still looked like a work of art, one that had Deam's mouth watering as he stared at it. He could hardly wait to dig in, especially since he imagined that Max would encourage him to eat the whole thing.

As Deam seated himself in the two custom-made chairs made for him—they were designed to be sturdy enough to take his weight, but it still took two of them to fit his whole rear—Max climbed up to the top of his cake, lighting the candles. It was a silly tradition with only the two of them, but he still took a moment to think, closing his eyes before making his wish and blowing it out again. Deam gave a few polite claps before grinning. “So, what did you wish for, birthday boy?”

“Oh, I only wished for one simple thing for my birthday...” Max climbed down from his seat, smiling right back as he cut himself a surprisingly large slice of cake, setting it aside and then pushing the rest of the enormous pastry towards his boyfriend. “And that is to see the scale finally pass the five-hundred mark by the end of the day. I won't be disappointed, will I?”

“I wouldn't dream of doing so.” Deam smiled, simply removing the topmost layer of the cake. “So I had better start eating. Happy birthday, love.”

It Really Grows On You

Zeichwolf

When a couple finally moves in together, one of them has big plans for the other, plans that only continue to expand as they do! Enjoy a more slice-of-life type of weight gain, a general story of two lovers and their growing relationship.

This was a birthday gift for MaxFuchsKojote on FA commissioned by his boyfriend Thenran (also FA), who have both been very good friends of mine. Thanks for the commission!

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    I just love your work. I know i've favorited this one on FA as wel but this one in particular deserves the double.

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    A very impressive piece of work, and well done on the descriptive passages, which were detailed without getting repetitive!

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      Wow, thanks! The compliment from such a good writer means a lot to me! x3;