VI: A Fat Perversion

Months passed. Guts fattened large. Lard accumulated causing symptoms of prediabetes with excess glucose in the blood and insufficient insulin produced by the pancreas. Both foxes were growing, as animals and as bodies inhabited by hedonistic, passionate souls. Finnick broke his personal record of fat at 45 lbs., his fattest so far, and he didn't feel inept in his huge lardass body as he did when he first gained his dome middle section, always hungry and demanding food, weighing heavy on his legs and back. Now, his jolly self moved jointly, wobbling and bouncing harmoniously on his plump, round, fat body. His belly was connected to his thighs and his thighs were connected to his rump, which bounced and shook with every step he took. His belly stuck out of every shirt he wore until he found a bigger size, which he would outgrow in due time, and his gut was again naked and exposed insolently and bravely to the thin world. His existence defied life and death and caused furor in the paradise of Zootopia. And there was his lover. Finnick realized that he felt much joy during the time spent with Gideon at the bakery. In the kitchen, they had the space to tell each other secrets and have intimate conversations about life and death, product of the impulses of their middle-aged bodies driven by unsated desires of power and sex at their peak. They would be very enthusiastic when speaking to each other, so it was normal that Finnick would occasionally squeeze Gideon's chest, and then slap Gideon's butt, until it became customary that Finnick greet Gideon with a smack on the ass, making Gideon turn around and look down, and every time he would smile at his employee, mischievous and pure. Smacking the rump evolved into rubbing the rump, delicately caressing it and giving it a quick odor inspection. It would smell fresh, like the pies cooking in the oven. It is normal for men to tease each other with smacks in the rump, but only when they have deep trust in one another they start grabbing the other's penis. Unprompted, Finnick would grab Gideon's crotch, outlining the dick print, and occasionally he would ask what was there in his paw, and Gideon bashfully would respond, "It's junk!" Gideon didn't know why Finnick was being bold like that with him. One who didn't know him would assume the uncouth fennec was a queer from how he harassed another male in his vicinity. You know those types, always making straight men uncomfortable because debauchery is so funny. Hilarious. It is more hilarious when straight men engage in consensual simulated sex, in my opinion, but what do I know. Finnick was acting weird. Gideon caught him several times masturbating in the storage room and the kitchen, fly down and hog out, pleasing himself in the presence of surveillance cameras. Barbaric. At least when he would watch gay porn at work, that was excusable. There is nothing wrong with being curious from time to time. But it would only go from bad to worse. One evening Finnick did not even ask, and just undid Gideon's buckle, pulled down his pants, and sucked on Gideon's cock! As if he were a bitch in heat ready to get plowed by hard dick. Gideon was very embarrassed, but he limited himself to suppressing his moans of excitement. Finnick then wiped his mouth and left the room with saying anything. There was something very weird with that guy. Just to make sure, Gideon searched Finnick's name on the Zootopia sex offender registry and didn't find him there. He wondered what could be the explanation for this queer behavior. When he first found Finnick masturbating, in the kitchen, he asked, "What are you doing?", and Finnick said, "It's for my OnlyFans." "Oh, then just close the door after you're done." Must be a thing Northerners do. What has the world come to, that prostitution seems to be the most stable job in the market? He excused him, the fennec had been homeless for years and Zootopia had recently hiked rent prices yet again. If voyeurs can provide him with additional income and he pays taxes on that income, why should anyone care? It was strange, sure, yet harmless. Before we forget, being fat is expensive too. Feeding himself triple of what he ate when he was unemployed probably cost him half his earnings. The logical conclusion of these ramblings was that Finnick, as loyal and servile as he was at the bakery, was a pervert, and he worked to sustain his perversion. If only perversion was subjective and not contagious.

Things continued to escalate when Finnick appeared undressed in the kitchen on a workday. Gideon tried to play along, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Finnick looked around, turned and scratched his ass, making his right glute blubber shake, and said, "No, I'm certain I'm not."

"Quit playing, you have to serve the tables."

"Ah, today the perverts of the Mystic Springs Oasis are having a parade of sorts and they're coming here in bulk. Thought I'd welcome them with appropriate attire and etiquette."

"Dear Lord," said Gideon, regretting saying the name of the Highest in vain.

Finnick did not bluff, naked animals were among their customers of the day. They were environmentalists doing a protest of some kind. Could it be because the carbon sinks of the Earth are temporarily failing to absorb carbon for the first time in recorded history? Who knows.

"Well, I don't want them to feel uncomfortable with my attire, so you serve them," Gideon told his employee. Finnick went out and served tables and returned to the kitchen an hour later. When he opened the door, he saw Gideon nude, fidgeting with his right paw next to his hip. He stared blankly. Finnick's eyes widened, and he covered his mouth. He seemed panicked.

"Is this what you want?" Gideon said softly. Finnick approached him slowly and extended his paws and said, "Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'm so sorry for making you feel…"

Gideon put his paws on Finnick's shoulders, kneeled, and embraced him. And they hugged, and they inhaled each other's breath, and they smelled each other and kissed, licking each other's teeth and tongue and face, their muzzles explored the other's cheeks, neck, chest, belly, all the way down to the crotch and tail, they started masturbating on the floor, resting their necks on each other's arms, it was uncomfortable, but so intoxicating, it didn't take long for both to ejaculate almost at the same time all over themselves, splashing their faces.

Still with an erect member, Gideon stood up and looked at the wall clock.

"Shit, you have to clock out now. I had you here twenty minutes after your shift."

"Sorry about costing you overtime pay. I won't do it again for the rest of the fiscal year."

"Just this year?"

"I need the money. But I need you more."

Gideon sat back down, lied on the floor, and exhaled.

"You owe me an apology," he said.

"Huh?"

"If you just told me your intentions, I would've gladly said yes. But it doesn't feel right when you don't ask for consent."

Finnick looked at him in a long silence, then nodded.

"I understand. Sorry."

"You're excused for now. I just want you to tell me why you didn't say anything before, and you'll be excused."

Finnick hesitated. "It's complicated."

"Think about it. If you behave, I can give you access to all of me. Not just my body. My heart and soul, too."

And he dressed without saying anything else and left.