At last, the final chapter for the collab between myself and  corgsdale !

And to end our story, we celebrate with one last humongous feast, one our two heroes will not be walking away from!

Thank you so much for sticking through this very long and silly story! It's been a wild and fun ride <3

I hope you all enjoy! 5.9k words.

Edit: Sorry! Updated text <3

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Nairo wasn’t particularly surprised to catch Tyr eating when he returned. In fact, even seeing the massive dragon having a little posse of folk surrounding him, even laying on him to feed him wasn’t too far from the ordinary. One of the last beachside activities they did was “Pop the Dragon,” where everyone took turns feeding Tyr a large morsel, whether it be a donut or a burger or something else that most normal furs couldn’t really stomach two or three of without feeling bloated. If Tyr shook his head at you and claimed he was too full, you won. Nairo got the idea from a Mario Party game; something silly and mindless for their new friends to get in on, while also working on his agenda of turning Tyr into an enormous, yet lovable blob.

He was glad to see he didn’t need to come up with a game to get others involved in keeping his boyfriend massive, although he wouldn’t mind sprinkling in some encouragement here or there.

With hands on doughy hips, the fat ferret wandered onto the scene, raising a brow. “Hey now, those are my spots! I claimed this mountain of dragon in my name a while ago, ya know!” He scolded them, grinning.

The older badger looked down from atop his perch and snickered. “Well, have you considered renting out the property? Ain’t very fair to have all this land here and not sharing it.”

“Apparently the land is in high demand.” The ferret raised a brow, grinning right back. “Guess the only option is to expand.”

This playful banter went back and forth for a while, but only until Nairo was sure Tyr was getting annoyed with having been talked about right in front of him. Closing out the exchange, the ferret crawled onto an open spot on Tyr, telling him of their new property, the wide open area, and even mentioning he found a fun spot for Tyr to fully breach himself on. And, of course, of the condition the mayor had mentioned earlier. Apparently, said mayor was a little too shy to bring it up themself, standing a respectable distance away from the enormous dragon.

“I really hope you’re not too overwhelmed from the beach, because, uh… yeah, a lot of people here wanna hug and squeeze you.” Nairo said, nuzzling his head against that enormous pillow-like moob. “We could probably rent you out even, heh. But it doesn’t all have to be right away. I’m sure it’d be overwhelming if we had everyone all over you at once. But… yeah! Looks like we’re golden here!”

“Golden huh? Like… Nothing else to worry about aside from getting me in there and then plenty of food?” Tyr asked, arching an eyebrow even as another bit of food was passed through his lips. The dragon had been eating the whole time he had been listening, too much of an addict to the stuff to stop. No one in the village seemed to want him to stop either, with the food still coming and the meats all just sliding right on into their dragon home. Tyr was content as could be, seated where he was with Nairo on one side and the badger on the other. Sure, he was talked about like he was land and like he would only be a thing to most, but Tyr took it in stride; he was really more landmass than dragon now, and he loved that.

“Well, I guess then we should get me home… With you along with me?” Tyr said, and then gave a nod to the badger on him. The badger, getting that nod, slid right off of Tyr with a grunt as he moved down the grand curve of scaled lard and back to his feet in front of the mass of drake flab. Tyr groaned and cast an enlightening spell again; there was no way he’d be moving without one ever again, or moving at all ever again once he settled on down into their new home… And slowly rose to his feet. It was an effort to say the least, with Nairo’s added weight always making things harder, but the dragon did it.

Each step he took forward once he was on his feet took a lot of effort, having to shove his stomach aside and move thighs that were fattier than most residents of the village. It was work for him to move, each little step even with the cart his gut was resting on making things only slightly easier. He shuffled and grunted, panting hard after just a few steps and then wheezing after a few more. He was tired, fat, stuffed, and yet he kept right on going. He was thankful the house wasn’t too far away… He’d seen the place before, and thought it was the town hall! To think that it was a home for himself and Nairo… Well, the dragon didn’t know what to think. All he did think right then was how much he wanted to sit down again, but he had to keep on walking. His last walk, or waddle if you wanted to be more accurate, to get to where he wanted to be.

On he went, slow and steady and yet awkward and wobbling, he moved through the town. Many of the villagers cast enlightening on him too after those first few steps, making things easier for Tyr, but not really helping with how much weight he was having to move aside with every step. It was still hard to move even when he weighed about as much as he had when he and Nairo had met; there was only so much that mechanically could be moved with his size in the way. Some others did help with that too, lifting rolls and pushing from behind to keep the dragon moving. The most eager got right in on that rump of Tyr, pushing and showing little shame in a bit of kneading there too; it wasn’t sexual, it was just so large that it was basically kneading two sides of an enormous belly at this point. Tyr didn’t mind… Help was help, and as he neared the door of the place that he would spend the rest of his fattening days, he was grateful for it.

Nairo just had to get the door.

Flicking aside the door would have been too easy, but Nairo knew the big reveal would be much more interesting. Besides, he couldn’t rely on magic for everything now. Otherwise, he’d balloon up into a smaller, fluffier Tyr! He carefully slid off the enormous drake and hopped onto the ground, his own flabby self wobbling about. Yup, another reminder to not skimp out on his own movements. Tyr’s imminent immobilization might be a good thing for his waistline… kinda.

Low and behold, the shortstack ferret went to the enormous doors and shoved with all his might… Alright, a little magic will be needed here. Otherwise he’d just be shoving his gut into the door and showing off his ass to everyone. Take two! He pushed again, only this time the doors actually properly opened enough for Nairo to step through. Close enough; Tyr surely won’t mind opening them the rest of the way. “Phew, alright!” He huffed.

“Welcome to our new home-” He paused, blinking. “Bruce?!”

“Hey!” The butcher gator grinned, waving the new housemates in. “Hope ya don’t mind! Already heard this was gonna be your new fun home, and no new home is complete without a welcoming gift!” Sure enough, Bruce delivered on that end; he’d brought in many tables used for the outdoor feasting, all of which were already filled with an enormous variety of delicious, savory meats, from slices of bacon and sausage to what looked like an entire grilled pig! The entire house was filled with the delicious scents, and Nairo could feel himself become quite ravenous himself.

However, he couldn’t help but to scratch the side of his head curiously. “Bruce, it’s kinda in the way for Tyr. He, uh, needs all the room he can get.”

“Oh.” Bruce blinked, looking at the tables. “Yeah, see, I thought you guys would get a kick out of, uh, just eating everything and smashing it aside with your bulk before, uh, settling down, but uh… shoot, yeah, that’d be a real mess to clean. And, uh, I didn’t ask first, huh… shoot.”

“Hey, stay and clean and I’ll let ya spend some time with the gut yer feeding.” Tyr said, taking a few wobbling, heavy steps towards the buffet of food with a broad, eager grin on his flabby face. His cheeks bunched up into swollen bags of fat, dimpled heavily from how much lard was in them… But the dragon didn’t care about his dimples. There was food in front of him, and he was going to eat. All that he had been fed before? Child’s play compared to the buffet in front of him, and thanks to Nairo’s constant stuffings from before, this was going to be more of a meal than a feast. So, the dragon just grinned and moved a bit more into the room… And then stopped as he took a look around a bit.


“Say, mind if I at least make it to that like, seat hole thing over there?” Tyr asked, nodding towards the large seating area for the giant previous owners of the home. “I figure that’s where I’ll finally take a load off and get comfortable… ANd besides, it’s not like I can reach the tables from up here.” He gave a few pats to his bulk to show that off, his arms long and strong but still unable to come close to reaching past his love handles. Tables, at navel level? Those were at least a yard away from being reached by the overly fattened dragon as he stood there, just looming over everything with bulk that could make a whale feel thin. “I love the thought, but my dogs are barkin’ and I need to take a seat before I get some grub in me.”

“Oh, yeah, sure!” Bruce said, already having a few of the villagers coming to help move the tables so that there was a path to the large hole in the ground for Tyr to sit in. Thankful that the house was open and oh so large, the dragon didn’t waste a moment, moving through the sea of tables and villagers like an iceberg across land, parting the sea of those around him with ease… And with no small amount of bumping into folks, though none seemed to mind as the warm wall of dragon flesh moved along behind them. It was a circus of movement and wobbling for Tyr, who couldn’t see anything for several yards in front of him because of his own bulk and his cheeks, but with Nairo guiding him and with some bumps into those who seemed almost enamored with his size… The dragon made it to his final resting place, and plopped himself down right in the middle of the large, padded divot in the floor.

“You do know that was meant for six giants, right?” The mayor chimed in as Tyr sat down, squirming just a bit to get comfortable as the dragon nestled into where he would spend the rest of his days. Propped up by an ass that just would not quit, counterbalanced by a gut that could hold a few villagers inside of it with room to spare… The dragon nearly filled that area already, but there was still plenty of room to spare. Enough for everyone to sit around him, and for the dragon to feel like he really was the center of attention.

“Six giants? Heh… Or one Tyr,” The dragon joked back, getting some chuckles and longing stares from the villagers as they all looked over the drake. Everyone began to sit down, with the tables moving to surround the whole seating area… One meant for giants, but filled by Tyr. The tables were two, sometimes three deep in places, with food all around from what Tyr had to guess; he couldn’t turn his head to see, so had positioned himself looking out the door and with a few in his line of sight now that he was sitting down on the floor below them all. “Now… Whaddya say we make that one Tyr only?”

“Hell yeah. Time to pop that ribbon!” Nairo beamed. He wondered if Tyr forgot about the ribbon tied around his ample frame. Not like the dragon could really see it past all of, well, that. Maybe Tyr won’t even notice if, or rather when, he bursts it. A rather exciting thought for the ferret, one that he’ll make sure to tease Tyr with should the two of them get some alone time.

For now, however, it was time to feed the dragon.

With Tyr on the ground, it was much easier to feed him. No more levitating little treats or having to clamber over the dragon to reach that pudgy mouth, not that it really stopped others from doing so regardless. Not like Nairo could blame them; he was the coziest dragon in the, well, everywhere. He’d much rather use that chest as a bed than his own any day of the week. Tyr was just so… comforting!

It wasn’t just from the battlemage’s soft exterior or overprotective nature, although both of those contributed quite a bit. Tyr really had warmed up to others’ more so than the little ferret had known him to do before. Yes, he had a blast the last time they were here, but he wasn’t so sure the enormous drake would let them climb over him and shower him in physical affection and attention like before. It was a positive change.

But he couldn’t just let the others feed his boyfriend now, could he? Rubbing his chubby paws together, Nairo scampered towards the food line to get his hands on-

“And just where do you think you’re going, young man?”

Nairo froze. Was that directed to him? Turning around, his eyes met Janes’, the corgi’s paws on her hips as she frowned at him.

“U-uh,” he stammered, gesturing to the tables. “Getting food? To feed Tyr with?”

“No you are not.” Jane huffed. “This is a welcoming party for you as well, ya know. Tyr may be the one eating himself into a sphere, but you deserve your own share as well!”

“H-Hold on a moment!” Nairo raised his arms defensively. “I-I can’t eat like that! I still have to be mobile!”

“Uh huh.” That stern look didn’t go away. “Everyone’s allowed a cheat day, dear.”

Nairo blinked. “I’m not on a diet! I just, well, like being able to walk!”

“It’s one day, dear.”

“And I’ve seen what one day does to a man’s waistline here.”

Jane raised a brow, almost amused at the resistance. “You know, I was quite skilled at restraining magic back in the day. If you keep this up, Tyr won’t be the only one outgrowing a ribbon.”

That did the trick; Nairo’s chubby face went pink at that. With a huff, he glanced down at his feet; rather, where his feet would be if a big sphere of ferret tummy wasn’t in the way. “Fine… but Tyr still gets the big, big parts of the meal. Like, 90% of everything, maybe more.”

“That’s fine, dear.”

“And I don’t want any Zwein, as tasty as it is!”

“Whatever you say, dear.”

That wasn’t a definite no, but Nairo wasn’t going to push his luck. These people were so obsessed with fattening up Tyr, they just might do the same to him. Better watch his back, while he can still turn his neck, that is.

Still, his tail swished idly against his curvaceous rump as he approached his gorging dragon, looking up and down the sight. The obvious spot would be to plant himself atop that chest like usual; would make for an excellent place to fall asleep, should he end up eating himself into another food coma. However, there was the temptation to sit directly across from Tyr and watch that wall of belly slowly well out and out. And should that ribbon break and that gut surge forward… Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Nairo’s nearly died beneath that thing, right?

“Right on in front, m’dear,” Tyr said with a bit of a tease in his voice, the dragon having felt Nairo’s fur brush against him. Even with villagers ascending him, feeding him, kneading him… The dragon still could tell Nairo’s fur out of all of them. He was gifted with that, and the drake wasn’t going to lose that gift ever. There was just something about Nairo that made sure the dragon would always know. That plush fur, that high voice, that little wobble in his step… Tyr would know Nairo was coming even once he was too fat to see, hear, or even smell anything but himself. He always would, and he wanted that shown as he just felt Nairo’s presence in front of him. “On a pillow or two too, so I can at least see a bit of ya over all of me.”

Pillows were brought, tables were moved, and then it was Niaro sitting opposite Tyr. The little ferret looked more like a leader with Tyr being his charge, directing traffic and food as Tyr ate it right on up. Zwein, pork, hogs… Nothing was spared in front of the dragon as the villagers formed something of a fire line to bring it all to him. This did mean that the dragon was forced to almost constantly be chewing or swallowing, but in the moments that food wasn’t in front of his muzzle and blocking his vision, he could still see his lover. The one who had made sure this was happening sat right in front of him where he could barely see, but where he could see nonetheless. Love practically flowed out of the dragon’s eyes every time the two locked them, showing how proud and content that Tyr was with all of the things whirling around him, and how through it all, he still only had eyes for Nairo.

Well, Nairo and food.

The feast was grandiose even by the village’s standards, not that Tyr would have noticed. He had only been there twice after all, and the first time he had eaten his weight in Zwein. This time it was more varied, but still it was an amount of food that most would balk at for a small town, let alone a little village of older and retired mages. Still, it was there and it was all going into Tyr… Or rather, most of it was. Large platters were going to Nairo, as promised, and many of the villagers were sneaking bites or full plates of the food when they tired of having to help out with feeding their newest food balloon. Tyr paid all of that little mind; he knew most of this was meant for him, and that it would be the very last feast he walked to. After this? No more moving, no more walking, no more… Well, anything but eating and telling Nairo how much he loved him. It was going to be a simple and easy life, and the dragon was all the more ready for it as he continued to eat. Each bite brough that existence closer, and after their little talk at the college? Tyr was excited for it!

What was seen as a paradise for Tyr was being treated like a punishment for Nairo. Yes, he could sit in front of Tyr and watch his fat enormous hubby eat like the pig he is, but he himself was also being given a similar treatment. He wasn’t even allowed to feed himself, dammit! “No moving those hands of yours, unless they’re rubbing a belly!” He’d been told quite strictly. Well damn.

It’s not like he wasn’t enjoying himself. He returned Tyr’s looks of affection and then some. He dearly loved this dragon who saved him from a life of boredom, emptiness, and loneliness, the dragon who taught him to value his taste buds as well as his sense of smell, the dragon who showed him things were never always what they appeared, and that there were more factors to judging someone’s “usefulness” outside of physical or magical characteristics.

The dragon he would one day marry… shit, finding an engagement ring for those fingers might be a lost cause.

That was something future Nairo could worry about, along with how to fit through doors, maybe. For now, this was present Nairo’s time, and present Nairo was going to enjoy his food and relaxation, by force. The meals really did feel never ending. Everytime Nairo glanced at the tables, he’d find they’d been replaced with even more food. This house was going to smell delicious for weeks at this rate! At the very least, it’ll keep Tyr’s appetite stimulated. He’ll never stop hearing that drake beg and plead for food. Nairo couldn’t wait.

Hours must have passed by; Nairo could see the sun setting judging from the window’s light shining on Tyr’s stomach. Those who had grown tired of ferrying food chose to sit by Tyr and his enormous sides, leaning against and squeezing all that flabby, bulky lard. To Nairo’s surprise, he had a couple on his side as well, giving his cheeks a playful pinch or his exposed belly a gentle poke. His shirt had ridden up quite a bit since the meal had started, after all. Finding his zipper past that gut was going to be a real pain.

Bruce was one such person who chose to sit besides Nairo, grinning and planting his palms against that gut. “Look at the size of this thing, man! I remember when you were a lil string bean, now you look like you could wear your skinny self as a belt! This bad boy’s not gonna fit on your lap much longer, at this rate!”

Nairo scoffed. “That’s just because of your ‘make people hungrier’ spell.”

Bruce snickered. “How’d you know? I thought I was being sneaky about it.”

“Pfft.” Nairo shook his chubby head. “I was talking about the first feast we had, but thanks for telling me.”

“O-oh!” Bruce’s face flushed red, his claw scratching at his soft jowls. “Damn, you got me. Wanted to see how much we could really fit in ya now. I was gonna do it to Tyr to, but I don’t think he even has a limit anymore. Look at him! Still going strong after all this time. What did you do to him?”

“The same thing I’m gonna do to you if I catch you using spells on me again.” Nairo tried the menacing, intimidating grin Tyr had used on him before, the kind that made the ferret absolutely melt in his spot.

Alas, the tactic didn’t quite work, as Bruce’s eyes went wide. “Promise?”

The reaction was so honest and unexpected, Nairo couldn’t help but let out a laugh, feeling his shirt ride up even further from the movement. “Bruce, you have a whole farm of Zwein now. I don’t think you need me to turn yourself into a blob.”

“Yeah, that’s true. It still feels like cheating though, heh.” The big gator chuckled. Still, he continued to sit by Nairo, rubbing over that broad, brown belly of his, even lifting his shirt up further to better admire it. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, at least Nairo thought so, or else Tyr probably would have smitten him with lightning from where he sat; just a gator quietly admiring the figure of a fellow gainer. “Hey, Nairo?” He asked, still admiring the belly. “If this farm thing works, you know the whole town wouldn’t mind taking care of you two until you’re both immobile.”

“Yeah, I know.” Nairo swallowed yet another small pastry, patting the sides of his hefty paunch. “I’m not really ‘full’ thanks to you, but I still feel like a goddamn turkey. It’s gonna take a few hikes to work this off.”

“I’m serious.” Bruce looked towards the ferret. “The Zwein did a number on ya, I remember, but I don’t think you got this big on accident. There’s something about being big you like, huh?”

Nairo’s cheeks flushed red this time, looking away from the gator. Alas, there wasn’t anywhere to really look besides at Tyr’s fatself, his own fatself, or the line of furs still ready to help feed the two of them. “I-I just like to eat, I guess.” He muttered.

“Then eat!” Bruce exclaimed. “Eat as much as you want, mobility be damned!”

“B-but then how can I take care of Tyr?” Nairo asked.

Bruce chuckled. “We’ve seen what you can do with a little bit of magic, Nairo. You could easily whip up a feast for the two of you without ever lifting a finger, huh? You could even ask Tyr for a bit of a boost every now and then. He’s not gonna be needing his mana for much anymore, right?”

Nairo was actually speechless. Knowing that Tyr could hear this conversation made him feel all the more flustered. He wanted to be the one taking care of Tyr, yes, but outside of that…why else did he want to move? Getting groceries? They weren’t too far from the market; Nairo could probably learn how to grab them himself with his own powers, if he practiced enough. Enjoy the fresh air? He could just open the windows. Even then, he couldn’t think of wanting to leave the house much at all. He just wanted to spend every moment he could with his loving, adoring, muffin top of a dragon.

Truthfully, he did enjoy his size; Nairo liked being able to make his own path wherever he went, and wearing clothes with several X’s in them. But even now, he thought he was getting too fat before the feast even began. Yet, with him sitting on those pillows, with Bruce rubbing his middle and complimenting his size, the ferret began feeling… complicated.

“I-I’ll think about it,” Nairo muttered, turning away to accept another pastry, swallowing it down with ease. The encouraging rubs didn’t stop even as he looked away; and honestly, he didn’t want them to.

Tyr had heard the whole thing, and filed that away in his mind for later. Of course Nairo wanted to stay mobile, that was very true, but just on the cusp of it… One muffin away from needing to plant his ass right next to his lover, or even on his lover, and grow? That could be a good thing for the wanderlust-driven ferret. Something to slow him down more, to make their relationship all the more intimate. The dragon had thought about that before, of making sure that Nairo wound up immobile right alongside him. Not his size, of course; the dragon would always be the far larger of the pair. But having Nairo blimped on up past what any ferret had seen, alongside what any fur had seen? Well… Heh, there was no small part of the dragon that didn’t want to see that. Still, he would need to talk to Nairo about it. But judging from what he was seeing, alongside the knowing wink from Bruce as he continued to lavish Nairo with rubbing and attention… The dragon figured this would be a short conversation.

The food had kept on coming, and coming, and coming. Tyr was indeed bottomless now, thanks to Nairo. Sure he felt full; stuffed even. But he had been trained from a week of constant eating as well as just the snacking and the stuffing and the feeding that… Well, he wasn’t to stop until he felt like he might burst. Not just a little bit either, but like he was going to rupture if another crumb was even shown to him. And so on he ate, and ate, and ate. Those who tired and began to knead and rub on his flabby form? All that just helped with digestion, the warm, almost hot dragon just rumbling and purring with pleasure from so many paws and figures all leaning and relaxing on him, kneading at rolls and folds like several tiny paws all seeking to impart some of their affection onto the dragon with all they were worth. It was the heaven that the dragon had hoped for, and he had only been there for a few days. It was just what he wanted; what he needed in fact. This was the life Nairo had promised, and the one that he was going to live for as long as he could.

“Gettin’ full there, big guy?” came the voice of Marissa, the mayor. The lioness just came forward and pressed a paw into that belly, just below where Tyr could see over his bloated stomach and full cheeks. To think that he couldn’t see someone standing in front of him now… He let out a low, steady purr at the implications of that. Nairo knew what that sound meant, but the dragon doubted many others did. “Think we can finally all get to taking care of that gut?”

“Heh, I don’t think I can ever get full again. Like, truly full… Thank Nairo for that one. He’s merciless when it comes to stuffing. You all can stop whenever you want to though; I didn’t expect even a little bit of this after all.” Tyr admitted. He really hadn’t expected such a welcome and such a feast, but here it was. He was being treated like the shiny new toy of the village; something worth worship and adoration… And Nairo was right there with him. It was exciting and pleasing, but he hadn’t really asked for it, and so he wasn’t going to try and stretch his luck.

“Damn, you’re still hungry there?” Marissa asked, her eyes going wide as she looked at the large paunch of the dragon. “Well, that simply won’t do. Everyone! Let’s actually make sure our guests know what true hospitality looks like… ANd that we never, ever let someone go to sleep here without a full stomach.”

Cheers arose from around Nairo and Tyr, and it was then that the dragon knew he was in for a feeding to end all feedings. Mages, retired and just too old for their guilds, all still had power. Each one had their own magics, but levitation? That was mage 101 in most cases… And as the lines of food left in the room, snaking out the door of the house and even getting additions as Jane and a few others continued to cook and bake more for Tyr. More and more and more… And it stretched out of the house and into the village in a line, all aimed at Tyr. Some was aimed at Nairo, sure, but Bruce alone was taking the charge of that line. The larger line of food, with Zwein cuts and sausage links and roast hams and doughnuts and pastries and pastas and anything else a fattening dragon could want… That was aimed right at Tyr. He gulped again, and then opened his mouth and let the mages do what they wanted to do.

They did not, at all, disappoint.

Food flowed in slow and steady, but fast enough that the dragon wasn’t given time to do anything but open, close, chew, and swallow. That was it. Open, close, chew, swallow. Open, close, chew, swallow. That became something of a mantra for Tyr as the feasting went on into the night, the sun falling even as the food kept on coming. It was never-ending, and Tyr went from stuffed, to achingly full, to getting near his bursting point over the course of another hour or so of feasting. He was struggling to keep up at the start of things, but as they went on, he took longer and longer to chew and swallow down each offering. Of course the villagers kept rubbing his stomach, kneading and massaging and working through the feet of fat down towards that vastly overstretched organ somewhere inside the dragon to try and make sure that all the food would only be broken down into more dragon fat. It kept coming, and Tyr kept eating. He was hitting his true fullness point… But he was determined. He was in fact, almost eating like a dragon possessed at this point. Sure it was slow and dogged and he was beginning to fade as a food coma came for him, but he was going to show that village that they could really, really rely on him to make sure no leftovers were ever allowed within their borders again.

It was quite the sight, seeing so much food enter the dragon's maw from so many sources. Nairo had stuffed his dragon well and good before many times before, but this was on another level. Everytime he looked up at that belly, it looked larger and broader than ever before. This little crater area was already feeling a bit more cramped than before, but were they planning on having him fill the whole damn thing in one night?

That's kind of hot, actually...

Nairo would have liked to have gotten in on the feeding as well, but just because Tyr was getting the stuffing of a life didn't mean Nairo was free from his own. After all, he had one personal feeder, and that feeder was damn well persistent, hovering smaller, more manageable morsels to the ferret.

"Eeeeeeat!" The gator would tease, hovering a dessert pastry to the ferret.

"I aaaaaam!" Nairo would mumble with cheeks full of dessert.

"I mean eat mooooore! Let yourself gooooooo!"

"Nooooooo!"

"But you want toooooo!"

"I knoooooow!"

"Then doooooooo it!"

"Noooooooo!"

Nairo hoped his annoying stubbornness would drive off the gator at one point; it'd done a great job driving off others, after all. Yet Bruce remained stuck to his side, feeding him more and egging him on. Honestly the ferret didn't know how to react to this kind of persistent clinging to him. The last fatass who stuck with him this long he ended up falling for. Were all fatasses this patient and caring?

Shit.

Nairo soon began hitting his own limits, both in terms of food and protesting. He simply slumped back and let whatever went into his mouth get swallowed up, letting out a meak little "nooo" once in a while. He felt as though he were more belly than ferret at this point, his hefty stomach now a round and taut gut that stood out past his knees, brushing into Tyr's own! This was now the second time Nairo felt pregnant, and possibly not the last time either.

Alas, he was simply not meant to be a literal processing plant like his boyfriend. Fullness crept up on him, and Nairo could scarcely do a thing about it. His eyes begin to drift, his vision of Tyr's enormity blurring and fading. Why was he still eating, though...

As his eyes began to close for good, Nairo had one last thought. He remembered Tyr being anxious of Nairo growing bored and wanting to leave him one day. But now, as Nairo felt himself growing heavier by the second, the ferret figured out a way of putting those fears out of Tyr's head for good.