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Ferris found Ceran to be the ideal specimen for him and his excruciatingly selective tastes. Larger than him, maturer in years, armed with an appetite, and willing to be submissive in a way that could dance beautifully with Ferris's own decisive method of domination. He'd never forget the day he discovered that the midaged beef-elf that shared his gym had also shared his flare for feederism. The twinkle in his eye was a zealous one as he pried the Isklen for elaboration, asking how he liked to go about it, how NOT go about it, what drew him to the lifestyle.

The first time they made their fooling-around official, Ceran's one request was during the first go around? Let's do it the old fashion way. No potions or spells, enchanted tools or medications— just classic gain through gluttony and indolence! To see his own influence worn on someone in such a manner was a guilty pleasure Ferris could not deny himself, so naturally they fell into their affair with uncanny ease.

Despite the humidity the summer thunderstorms brought down upon the city, a good classic box fan lodged in a window sill was all one needed to circulate the refreshing cool air of the outside in exchange for the sweltering fuck-fog two oversexed men can routinely conjure up. The ever-present drone of the fan paired against the CLINK and PLONK of the raucous rainfall would forever cement as the soundtrack to their entanglement as Ferris would love-drunkenly explore the added pounds of his partner. It was surreal to feel soft but solid flab mold beneath his hands in a region he sharply remembered as having once been a chiseled tower of abs. The reality of that made his breath quicken, his nostrils flaring with the scent of thunderstorm as the fan gusted in fresh rainy air. Wordlessly Ferris found his hand sinking down into the mound of pliable belly fat, testing its depth through a rather whimsical exploratory fashion. Plush. Warm. Shapely but with the right amount give, motion traveling through it oh so right with every buck, squeeze, and slap. Ferris's teeth dragged against the damp skin of his lower lip as he admired the jiggle and DROP of Ceran's over-fed middle, lovingly willing it into greater heft, grander WIDTH. The way the mounds of his tits and the swell of his middle sloshed and wobbled with every colliding roll of Ferris's hips had the man utterly mesmerized.

He knew if he wasn't careful he could become obsessed.




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Sorry if none of this reads well, I've been on the ill side of things again this past week so I'm currently pretty extremely high to manage it! Modus is my favorite brand of edibles. ANYWAY Ferris been having a good time expanding Ceran this summer, perhaps TOO good a time. Hard to stop at just a few pounds.