Faye leaned back, giving him a knowing look. "What is it, darling?"
"I noticed Dylan's eating habits tonight, and I can't help but wonder if he's starting to... you know, follow in his father's footsteps."
Faye sighed heavily, her gaze dropping to the cake. "You're not the first to mention it," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "But I think it's more than that. After his father left, Dylan took it pretty hard. He used to be a skinny cub, but he's been packing it on like crazy lately."
Evan nodded, his paw still on her thigh. "Why do you think that is?"
Faye took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. "I think it's his way of coping," she said, her eyes misting over. "After his dad left, it was like he wanted to keep a part of him, you know? And if that means getting...fat...like he was, then I guess that's what he'll do."
Evan felt a pang of pity in his heart for Dylan. He knew all too well the pain of a parent's absence and the strange ways it could manifest in a child. He squeezed her thigh gently. "Well, maybe I can help," he offered. "I could be like...a role model for him, you know? Fill the void Jack left?"
Faye's eyes grew wet with unshed tears, and she leaned in to kiss Evan on the cheek, her whiskers tickling his fur. "Thank you," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet with the scent of chocolate. "That means the world to me."
They hugged, and Evan felt the soft, warm expanse of her body envelop him. Her fur was as thick and plush as a well-worn blanket, and her scent was comforting, like freshly baked cookies. Her arms were strong, surprisingly so for someone her size, and she pulled him closer, pressing her substantial chest against his own. As they embraced, Evan couldn't help but let his paws wander. They slid down her back, feeling the rolls of fat, and then to her waist. His paws paused there for a moment before continuing down, gently caressing the roundness of her hips. They settled on her ample rear, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Faye giggled into his neck, her body quivering with the sensation. "I've missed that," she murmured, her voice muffled. "It's been so long since someone's...touched me like that."
Encouraged by her response, Evan's paws began to knead her thick, velvety cheeks, feeling the heat and softness of her skin. His thumbs traced the line where her fur met her flesh, her pants now around her ankles. She gasped slightly as his paws traveled lower, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before returning to her plump, rounded buttocks. His touch was firm but gentle, each squeeze and stroke designed to coax out the tension she had been carrying.
But suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled them both. Faye's eyes went wide, and she hastily pulled her pants up, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. Evan quickly sat down in his chair, hoping his own face wasn't too red. Dylan wandered back into the room, his plate empty and his eyes searching for more cake.
"Mom," Dylan said, his voice hopeful, "Can I have another slice?"
Faye's eyes shot over to the cake, then back to Evan, who was trying to compose himself. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, and turned to her son with a smile. "Dylan, honey," she began, her voice sweet and firm, "you've had enough for tonight. How about you go back to your room and finish your homework? I'm sure Evan and I can handle the rest of this monster."
Dylan's eyes widened at the prospect of more cake, but he nodded obediently. He took one last, lingering look at the chocolate behemoth before shuffling out of the room, his paws dragging along the floor. The door clicked shut behind him.
Without wasting a moment, Faye grabbed Evan's hand and practically dragged him through the hallway, her paws moving with surprising agility for her size. Her pants fell back down around her ankles, revealing her thick, plush thighs. Evan's heart raced, the adrenaline of the sudden turn of events mixing with the heaviness of the food in his stomach. He stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with her.
The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains of Faye's bedroom, casting a warm glow on the two figures entangled in the massive bed. Evan's golden fur stood out starkly against the sea of white and pink that was Faye's sheets and bedding. The leopardess lay on her side, her back to him, her breathing deep and even. Evan, on the other hand, was wide awake, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts. The smell of chocolate cake and sex lingered in the air, a strange combination that somehow made the room feel more intimate.
He turned his head slowly to gaze at the 300-pound leopard lying beside him. Faye's orange fur was a mix of light and dark spots, a pattern that grew more pronounced in the soft light. Her body was a landscape of curves and rolls, each one telling a story of indulgence and comfort.
"You know," Faye began, her voice groggy with satisfaction, "you're really good at that."
Evan felt his cheeks heat up. "Good at what?" He feigned ignorance, though he knew exactly what she was referring to.
Faye chuckled, rolling over to face him. Her smile was warm and genuine. "Making my butt feel good..." she said matter-of-factly. "You're really good at it. I've never felt so... appreciated before. Such a talented tongue..."
Evan felt his blush deepen. "Thanks, Faye," he said, his voice thick with a mix of embarrassment and pride. He didn't have much experience with furs her size, but he was always eager to please.
After a moment of silence, Evan cleared his throat and sat up, his paws rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Hey," he said, his tone turning serious. "Do you think I could take Dylan out today? Maybe hang out with him, get him out of the house? Like we talked about last night? Kinda being a dad figure for him so he doesn't eat himself massive?"
Faye turned her head to look at him, her eyes half-closed with sleep but a smile on her lips. "Mhmm," she murmured, nodding slightly. "That's a wonderful idea, darling. I'm sure he'd love to spend some time with you." She shifted her weight, the bed groaning under her. "But where do you want to take him? It's your first full day in the city, after all."
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