This choice: No, look around for other customers. • Go Back... Neither of these furs seem like charitable souls. Both seem too engrossed with their shopping to share a minute, let alone money, on a naked fox.
Hiding behind a clothing rack, you continue to scope out any other customer who might give you a hand. As your gaze turns towards the back of the store near the fitting rooms, you see the head of a orange kangaroo with chubby cheeks and a thick neck roll of fat peak out from curtain leading to the rooms. He's frantically looking around the store for someone. You and the 'roo make eye contact, and he mouths the words "Help!" as he gestures you to the fitting rooms before disappearing behind the curtain again.
Curious, you sneak your way to the back of the shop and slip behind the curtain which leads to a hall of stalls for patrons to try on their clothes. The 'roo is nowhere to be seen.
"H-hello?" you ask out loud.
"Over here!" said a voice. A pudgy hand with sausage-like fingers opens up the door to a stall at the end of the hallway.
Walking into the stall, you see the kangaroo that beckoned you. He seems to take up most of the space in the stall. Easily over five hundred pounds, the 'roo is naked from the waist up. A hefty moobs sit on his sizable cream-colored belly. But from the waist down, the guy was gigantic even for Zaftig City standards. Each thigh was so big you were unsure you unsure you could wrap your arms around just one of them. His tail was just as plump; you never thought a tail could get as fat as his. But the 'roo's rump was absolutely massive. It was as if someone had stuck a pair of beach balls filled with pudding onto the beside of a moderately chubby 'roo. Yet his bottom half was covered up by a pair of suit pants that looked skin-tight on him even though they were unbuttoned and unzipped. The poor guy might as well have been stuffed into a sausage casing.
"I need your help!" the 'roo said.
"Okay...with what?"
"I need to get this off of me!" he said while gesturing towards the pants he was currently stuffed into. "Preferably without destroying them! The manager will be furious with me if he sees that I ripped apart another pair of pants!"
"Uh, alright," you say. "How exactly can I help you?"
"I have an idea," he said. The 'roo used both hands pressed against his lovehandles which were flowing over the top of his pants. "See if you can pull them down, if even just a little bit!" You position yourself behind the orange kangaroo. Grabbing both sides of the pants, you are able to shimmy them down a couple of inches.
"Great!" said the 'roo. "Let's keep going!" Using both hands, he pressed against the flab on his right flank enough for you to pull down the pants another inch or two. The same process is repeated on the left side. After a couple of minutes, you get the pants down to the point where you can start seeing his buttcrack. Squeezing the right upper part of his buttock, you yank down his pants a couple of inches and the 'roo lets go to work on the left side letting soft doughy fat spill over the top of his pants. Inch by inch, more of the 'roo's gigantic butt is freed. Seeing his rump released from the confines of those pants was like watching a marshmallow expand in the microwave, and you wonder how he was able to stuff himself inside these in the first place.
After ten more minutes of hard work, the 'roo's rump is free. You hear the kangaroo sigh in relief as you marvel at the two massive jiggly orange globes in front of you. Perfectly round, not a trace of cellulite on them, and they looked as if they were soft as a cloud. You have to resist the urge to reach out and see just how far your paw will sink into one of those plump orbs.
The rest of the task is simple by comparison, and soon the 'roo's bottom half is just as bare as your's.
"Ah, man. Thanks a million. Seriously, I couldn't have gotten these things off without your help." said the kangaroo.
"No problem," you said. "I was amazed you could get those on you by yourself in the first place.
"Well, I really wanted to make them fit," said the 'roo. "They were the biggest size the store carried, and I need some dress pants for a formal work occasion soon and I didn't want to have to order them online or anything like that."
"Really? They don't carry your size?" you ask.
"Not in pants," he replies. "Shirts are fine, but they don't carry the size of pants I need because...well..." He gestured to his humongous butt. "I'm a bit thicker in some areas. I'm Devon, by the way."
You two shake paws. "Nice to meet you. Hey, Devon, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure! I owe you one anyways."
"Cool. Umm, I need some clothes. Don't ask why. Is there any chance you can get me something to wear from here?"
"Of course, no problem!" said Devon. "I was going to ask why you weren't wearing anything when you came in, but I guessed that I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Speaking of which, I better cover this back up with I'm going to buy you something to wear," he said while patting his rump.
"Well, I've pretty much already seen everything, but I guess not everyone is keen to see a big ol' 'roo butt," you say jokingly. Devon puts back on his stretchy red basketball shorts that cling to him tightly and a tank top that just covers his belly. He squeezes past you and waddles back onto the sales floor as you watch his huge ass wobble and shake with every step.
After ten minutes of waiting in the fitting room, Devon comes back with a shopping back in tow. "Here, they're the smallest sizes I could find. And they're not exactly fashionable."
You open up the bag to fit a white shirt and blue jeans. "No worries," you said. "I'm more concerned with just covering up." The white shirt hangs loosely off of you, and the jeans are far too large for you. Luckily, Devon was considerate enough to get you a belt for them as well.
"Lucky skinny fox, able to get clothes that fit him!" Devon joked.
You stick your tongue out at him. "Sorry that I don't pack as much in the butt department as you do." you reply.
"Speaking of which, do you want to get something to eat? My treat. It looks like you've been starved for months anyways." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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