“Are you absolutely sure, hun?” Augustus asked for the fifth time. He’d been inspecting himself in his mirror for the past fifteen minutes, looking over his large, bulky figure with concern.
A pair of fluffy, peach-pink arms encircled the towering elephant’s waist, looping against his slight gut and gently giving the big pachyderm a loving hug.
“Positive,” Fuzz said, planting a kiss on his much taller boyfriend’s lovehandle. “Elephants are supposed to be on the bulkier side. And you carry the weight wonderfully.”
Augustus nodded, his soft brown trunk running over his chest as he rested his paws on the plump peach dragon’s and held him close. “You’re too sweet to me, you know that?”
“Oh hush now,” Fuzz chided, nuzzling into the base of his boyfriend’s back. “You are the biggest, hunkiest, handsomest elephant I know. Honestly, I think you could stand to put on a bit more weight if we’re being frank.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes,” Fuzz said, unlooping his arms and coming up beside the thoughtful elephant. “I mean look at me. I’m two feet shorter than you and almost as wide. I don’t think I’ve heard you complain once about my weight.”
“Well obviously,” the big pachyderm said, reaching down and resting a big brown paw on his mate’s belly. “You’re adorable and you make for a lovely pillow whenever I need it.”
“So then where’s my pillow?” Fuzz asked, pouring heaps of sappiness into his words as he sidled up to his boyfriend and shamelessly made his eyes bigger. “How come poor old Fuzz has to go without a comfy, elly-belly of his own?”
Augustus snorted, smothering the peach dragon’s face with a paw. “Alright first off, it’s completely unfair that you fuzz dragons can go moony-eyed on command. Secondly, you are welcome to use my stomach as a pillow whenever you want. Lord knows I’ve had you laying on top of me plenty of times before. And thirdly, ‘elly-belly?’ We really stooping down to that level of sap right now?”
“Mmmph,” Fuzz giggled, tickling Augustus’s paw with his whiskers. “Did it work?”
The elephant looked down at his hopeless boyfriend then back at his brawny figure. His chocolate-brown arms rippled with muscle and his smooth, chestnut belly was, for the most part, rather flat. Perhaps he could stand to gain a pound or two, flesh himself out. Of course, that would mean giving in to his romantic doof of a boyfriend’s shameless efforts to persuade him which in turn would only encourage the insufferable fuzzball to try it again. Maybe it wasn’t worth that much pride.
Still though… laying in bed, with that moony-eyed face sinking into his gut, enjoying some romantic comedy and cuddling all night. Not to mention getting to eat like a proper elephant. That didn’t sound so bad to Augustus. Gritting his teeth, the elephant loosened his hand from the hopeful peach dragon’s face and pulled him into a kiss.
“Fine,” he said when they broke apart, “I’ll give it a try for a week. Then we’ll see how it goes from there. Got it?”
“Oh wonderful!” the peach dragon almost squealed. He leaned up on his tippy toes to kiss the elephant once more. “I promise, you won’t regret this.”
“Yeah, I think I’m already starting to,” Augustus moaned, rubbing his trunk as he took one final look at his hulking eight-foot frame in the mirror.
“Oh don’t be such a drag,” Fuzz said, reaching around and gently squeezing the elephant’s rump. “You’ll love it and I’ll finally get to know what snuggling something other than a living statue feels like.” Grinning smugly as the elephant glowered at him, Fuzz slapped his boyfriend’s rear and turned to stride out of the room. He made it two feet before he wobbled to a halt.
Augustus held the dragon’s long, floppy tail in his paw.
“Augustus, hun?” Fuzz asked nervously. “What are you doing?”
“A statue, huh?” the elephant’s eyes gleamed wickedly with dark humor. “Cuddling me is like cuddling a statue? Well then, I must be really cold hearted. Really lack true warmth for my boyfriend. A statue would be the type of guy who’d do something truly awful to his lover, wouldn’t he?”
Fuzz could see where this was going. Already regretting his words, the peach dragon slid his paws over his tum protectively. “N-no! That’s not what I meant! It was just a just-”
“The truth? Oh yes,” Augustus said solemnly. “You see, sweet old Augustus would never do something dastardly to his partner. Like say… trunk kisses?”
Fuzz’s eyes became saucers and he began to tug his tail frantically as Augustus reeled him in. “Noooo! You wouldn’t dare!” he squealed, trying futilely to escape his much stronger boyfriend’s grasp. It was all to no avail.
Augustus wrapped his arms around the wriggling peach dragon’s waist and carried him to the bed. There he flopped his boyfriend down on the mattress and pinned the helpless derg’s legs under his pachyderm tush which Fuzz knew from past experience was impossible to escape from.
“Augustus, baby,” the dragon said desperately, half laughing. “Take a moment to think about what you’re doing. You wouldn’t really do this to poor lil me!” He tried making moony eyes again, but this time he was met with indifference.
“I’m sorry, hun,” Augustus said sadly, “But a statue wouldn’t listen to you. He’d do this instead.”
Fuzz squealed once more as Augustus suddenly raised his trunk and plunged it into the fluffy dragon’s belly. Then he sucked in, vacuuming up a handle of sensitive fat and kissed it over and over, making the poor peach dragon laugh and gasp until he became a blubbering mess. Augustus repeated the treatment again and again, turning his boyfriend’s belly into a bright pink war zone of tender pudge and ruffled fuzz.
After several minutes, Fuzz could barely even squeak anymore. He had a ferocious case of the hiccups and he couldn’t move without bursting into laughter.
Augustus planted one final kiss on his dazed muzzle before sitting back, looking smug and triumphant. “So, still think I’m a statue?”
“N-noooooo,” Fuzz burbled. “You big cuddly elephant. My sweet elephant.”
“That’s right,” Augustus said, nuzzling his boyfriend’s cheek and sliding off the bed. “Now let’s get ready.”
“Ready?” Fuzz asked weakly. “For what?”
“Dinner,” Augustus replied, going to the closet and getting a sharp, steel-grey sports jacket off the rack. “Your treat. If I’m gonna put on weight, we’re gonna do it in style. Now hurry up, cutie. We don’t want to be late.”
Thirty minutes later, the pair left their home and ordered an Awoober. A happy canine picked them up in a flashy Escalade that seated Augustus’s eight-foot frame more comfortably. From there, they rode over to the fancier part of town and pulled into an upscale Italian joint. A well-dressed waiter led the two to a private booth surrounded by wreathes of ivy and marble statues.
“Gosh,” Fuzz said, adjusting his pale-pink bow tie. “If I’d know we were gonna get this fancy, I would’ve dressed better.” The peach-colored dragon wore a white button down under a pink suit vest with matching pink pants.
“Oh please, like you’ve ever dressed anything other than fashionable,” Augustus snorted. He wore a sharp grey blazer and deep blue slacks that accented his powerful build nicely.
They scooted into the cushioned booth, sitting close to one another despite there being enough room for ten of Augustus.
“So what would you like?” Fuzz asked, taking one of the single-sheet menus and skimming through it.
Augustus raised an eyebrow. “Well, I don’t know. You’re ordering for me.”
“I am?”
“Yep.”
Fuzz’s chubby face slowly widened into a grin. “And you’ll eat whatever I get you.”
“Yep.”
“No complaining, no griping, no infernal trunk kisses.”
Augustus wrapped his prehensile snout around his boyfriend’s face and planted a kiss on it. “Only good ones.”
“Well alright then,” the peach dragon said, dropping the menu back on the table. “Let’s get started then.”
He flagged down a passing ocelot waiter and informed him they were ready to order. When the ocelot went to write it down on his pad, Fuzz stopped him. “It’s not too hard to remember ‘everything on the menu’ is it?”
The poor feline’s eyes widened. “W-Well no sir, but I don’t think we ca-”
“What? Serve a couple hungry patrons your finest dishes? You see my boyfriend here?” Fuzz demanded, putting a paw on Augustus’s stomach. “He’s decided he’s going to start living life to the fullest today and that means stuffing himself to the fullest degree.”
Augustus held back a snort at the ocelot’s panicked demeanor, but he managed to remain serious.
“Now,” Fuzz said in a snooty accent, “Please go inform the chef we’d like one of everything on the menu. If you do it quickly, we might even include a generous tip.”
That seemed to be enough to send the feline scampering off to the kitchen.
Once he was gone, Augustus finally let loose a deep laugh. “Oh, you conniving fuzz ball. You tortured the poor boy.”
“Hey, I’m serious about wanting to see my elephant pudge up. Remember, you’re eating everything on the menu. No take backs.”
“No take backs,” Augustus agreed solemnly, though part of him began to question whether giving his boyfriend free reign on his waistline was truly a good idea. He supposed he would just have to find out.
The one benefit of ordering literally everything on the menu was the pudgy partners moved to the top of the restaurant’s serving list. Within minutes a multitude of appetizers came out: garlic bread, pretzel twists with olive oil, delicious sausage-stuffed biscuits with marinara sauce, fried calamari and much more.
Augustus’s belly rumbled at the scent of so much fine food. He looked to his boyfriend who shrugged.
“Don’t look at me, big guy, you need to eat like you deserve every bite.”
With that in mind, the elephant dug in. He started with the garlic bread, practically inhaling each piece. Being mindful of where they were, he kept his enjoyment internal and his manners nice, but still ate like a famine victim. Before long the basket of garlic bread had been decimated. The pretzel twists were next. He let Fuzz dip each one in the olive oil and feed them to him, giggling whenever the cheeky dragon kissed his cheek or rubbed his side. Soon enough the pretzel twists were gone too and it was on to the sausage rolls, then the calamari, then the mascarpone and mini potatoes and green olives.
Augustus lost track. So many delicious appetizers passed through his lips, some from his own hands, others from the loving touch of his partner. For the first time he simply indulged himself completely in a meal of truly elephantine proportions. And the results were beginning to show.
First the elephant wondered why it was getting so hot in the restaurant. Had the A/C broke? Perhaps a heat wave had rolled in. Then Fuzz brought the elephant’s girth to his attention.
His steel-gray blazer bulged softly against his stomach which now rolled gently over his belt and into his lap. When Fuzz pushed his paws into it and rolled it around, Augustus gave a soft trumpet of pleasure. That felt gooood. Like when the peach dragon massaged behind his ears, except now the sensation was accompanied by an overwhelming tightness from his belt digging into his straining gut.
“Mind undoing the belt, hun,” the elephant asked. “Discreetly.”
Fuzz giggled and kissed his chubby boyfriend. “Of course.”
With deft fingers, the dragon slid the elephant’s belt buckle free and let a warm roll of elephant pudge sag free. He began kneading that straining, chestnut-brown flab beneath the table, making Augustus rumble softly as they prepared for the main course.
The appetizers should’ve prepped Augustus for what was to come given how much damage they’d already dealt his waistline, but he still couldn’t keep himself from gaping in awe at the sheer magnitude of pasta, calzones, meat and cheese platters, and herb encrusted fish heading toward them. The veritable feast had to be wheeled out on two full-sized carts each pushed by a separate waiter. A third followed holding two bottles of fine red wine.
Augustus and Fuzz watched as the appetizers were cleared away and the immense main course sprawled out in front of them. It all just managed to fit on the table with their ocelot waiter having to delicately balance the bottles of wine between a plate of cheese-stuffed ravioli and a mountain of fresh-baked calzones. Then all three of them slipped away, seeming almost fearful of whoever was capable of eating so much.
“Alright, hun, you ready for the second course?” Fuzz asked, holding up a calzone heavy with lamb and mozzarella.
Blinking slowly, Augustus nodded, but not before reaching over and pouring himself a glass of wine. “Ready,” he said.
The eating went a bit slower this time around. Partially due to the sheer volume of Italian cuisine and partially due to the simple fact that Fuzz’s big, brawny boyfriend was steadily filling up. The peach dragon kept one paw on his mate’s belly, loving how it felt stretching and bloating softly against his fancy shirt. The other very generously aided in ensuring Augustus never went a moment without his cheeks stuffed to the brim. As with the appetizers, they conquered the main course dish by dish. Only this time the impact of each rich delicacy could be readily seen on the elephant’s waistline.
With each bite, his buttons would strain a little tighter, his zipper would undo a little more, and another inch of extra thick pachyderm pudge would poke through the gaps in his shirt.
Fuzz was more than happy to support his softly swelling elephant. He loved the way Augustus’s pudgy side gently melded with his own, already imagining the countless nights he’d be able to enjoy using that broad brown tum as his personal pillow. His mind drifted for a moment, but a soft snapping sound followed by a ping brought him back to reality. The dragon looked up to see his boyfriend reddening deeply as he munched on a plate of ravioli and pretended nothing had happened.
Up above them, a button spun around in one of the light fixtures of the chandelier overhead. Fuzz realized what happened and giggled, sliding his paw into the exposed gap of the elephant’s bursting shirt and giving his bare belly a squeeze. “Let’s get all these buttons popping off, cutie.”
“Mmmph,” Augustus grunted and opened his mouth for the next bite.
Finishing the ravioli cost the elephant two more buttons. He mentally thanked the lord this was a private booth or else he didn’t know how he would’ve finished the meal. Each button trembled mightily to keep his swelling girth in check, but they all failed in the end. As more and more Italian food was shoveled down his gullet, the proud pachyderm had to adjust his weight to avoid smothering the edge of the table with his stomach.
Fuzz seemed to notice the elephant’s discomfort and set about massaging the upper shelf of that mounting boulder of pasta-laden blubber. “Getting close,” he said gently, encouraging the last of the dishes into Augustus’s overtaxed cheeks. “You’ve put on so much weight, hun. It looks wonderful.”
From the peach dragon’s point, it seemed as though the elephant was carrying a giant medicine ball in his lap. A torn shirt hung in rags to either side of a proud, brown slope of drum tight flesh that rested snugly against the elephant’s thighs and almost reached his knees. Fuzz expertly drew his free paw over the smooth, swollen surface in little circles, starting at the navel and then spiraling outward.
The efforts seemed to work as Augustus gave a grunt of pleasure and ate the final bite of the cheese platter he’d been working on. His pants seemed to sigh as his zipper buckled under the slouching mass of blubber, letting the elephant’s stomach relax fully against his thighs and groin.
With labored breaths, Augustus leaned over and planted a strained kiss on his lover’s plump, peach-colored nose. “You’re the best, you know that?”
Fuzz grinned, cuddling up under his obese pachyderm’s arm and patting that impressive gut. “I do actually. You’re very lucky.” Augustus snorted and the peach dragon took that as a confirmation. Then he added hopefully, “That’s why you won’t whine about dessert, right?” “I made a promise, didn’t I?” the stuffed elephant said proudly. “I would never back down from a chall-oh my god.”
Fuzz laughed as his boyfriend’s expression turned to abject horror at the sight of the massive, triple-tiered cheesecake being wheeled up to their table. “I might’ve cheated a little here,” he admitted. “See Italian restaurants are kinda famous for their desserts so instead of getting you all of them, I just ordered the largest. That won’t be a problem for you, will it?”
“N-no,” Augustus said uncertainly, rubbing his belly. “Of course not.” He watched as three waiters cleared away their plates and then struggled to load the cake onto the table.
“Oh good,” Fuzz said happily. He offered the elephant a fork. “Dig in, mister.”
Grunting softly and fighting his overtaxed midriff, Augustus did just that.
Three Months Later
“So what do you think, hun? Vertical stripes or the horizontal ones?” Augustus held up each pair of boxers in front of his bulging figure, admiring his reflection in the specially widened mirror.
“Honestly?” Fuzz asked, admiring his lover’s massive brown rump and cascading love handles from the comfort of their reinforced, double king-sized bed. “Neither. Just free wheel it.”
Augustus turned back to his boyfriend, giving Fuzz an eyeful of that sagging, chocolate-hued belly, plump moobs and rippling thighs. The elephant had seriously thickened out since that night in the restaurant. After nearly exploding from the giant cake Fuzz had ordered him, the pair had stumbled back home where Augustus promptly fell into a twenty-four-hour food coma. Since then, the elephant had been nourishing his expanding figure at a less aggressive pace.
The results showed beautifully. His frame now looked properly filled, with a large powerful belly that jiggled proudly with every step and an expansive tush to match. He’d put on at least three hundred pounds, roughly the equivalent of one Fuzz. Their cuddling sessions had grown increasingly enjoyable, though it took a couple of shattered bed frames to find one strong enough to hold their weight.
As Augustus’s weight ballooned into the stratosphere, Fuzz also put on a bit of extra pudge, arguing that he ought to be sympathetic. The elephant hadn’t been about to argue.
Crawling into bed, the pachyderm wrapped the fluffy dragon up in a warm snuggle, kissing him deeply and taking a moment to simply enjoy his mate’s presence.
Fuzz was more than happy to oblige his lover. He cuddled into that bulging belly eagerly and nestled his face under Augustus’s softened neck. “You have any target weight in mind?”
The elephant shrugged, kneading his mate’s furry love handles. “Figured I’d leave that up to you. You seem like you know what you’re doing.”
The peach dragon’s features split into an evil grin, “Careful what you wish for, handsome. I hope you know what that implies.”
“Would I be offering otherwise?”
Fuzz took a moment to consider that, then he shook his head and pressed his muzzle into the elephant’s chest, kissing it and kneading his belly. “Alright then, I hope you’re ready because we’re gonna make you huge!”