Big Snep 🧦🐾~

Handsome~

mine are quite the stompers, but who can blame me, i´m a big Cat afterall~

just look how big they are compared to my Head...
now I´m wondering how big would your paws look on my head?~

"g-go on then, tough guy… s-sniff your good boy's pits...

*chuckles shyly*

and m-maybe call me good boy "

Want me to warm up yours?

I'd love to get a whiff of yours~

Awesome art by
@/russdabear.bsky.social and @/bearwithabroom.bsky.social

Well, if you can´t fit in your fancy clothes anymore, it´s finally time to embrace your new dad bod and show off.

(he´s only in gym for the shakes and he likes the pokes his fellow gym buddies give him)

Weight slider
Oops- my hand slipped.
Hope you like it <3

Summer.... need summer.... ☀️

Rawr~

Happy #FursuitFriday everyone

Kayden is finally alive and I'm soo frickin happy :3

You whimper as I bring another bite to your lips, your stomach stretched impossibly tight, every breath making it feel heavier. “You can take more,” I murmur, my free paw stroking over your swollen middle, feeling the sheer fullness under my touch. “And you will. Open up.”

You’re slumped back, belly packed so full, your breath slow and heavy. I grab your chin, forcing you to look up at me, my smirk dripping with satisfaction. “Already stuffed, butterball?” I coo, pressing a clawed finger into the curve of your gut “That’s cute. But I’m not done”

I drag a muskyn sock up your neck, pressing it against your maw, watching your reaction like a predator watching prey. “Go on, open up,” I whisper, my voice commanding. You hesitate, but I press the fabric harder, making sure you taste the sweat soaked into it. “That’s it, fat boy. Take all of me.”

I toss one of my socks onto your face, watching with a wicked grin as you flinch. I rub my sweaty foot over your belly “You know you love my scent. Can’t get enough of it, can you?” I press my toes against your muzzle, smearing the sock into your fur. “Breathe it in, fat boy.”

You’re trying to catch your breath, but I grab your head, tilting your face up to meet my gaze. “Breathe deeper,” I order, smirking as I lift my arm, letting the thick musk of my sweaty pit roll over you. “I want you to drown in me.”

#musk #feeder #feedee

My stomach is packed tight, bloated beyond reason. I’m trembling, sweat clinging to my thick fur, panting like I just ran a marathon. You kneel beside me, eyes burning with satisfaction. “Done?” you mock, tilting my chin up roughly. “No, baby. You’re not done until I say so.”
#feeder #feedee

I’m leaning against the counter, panting slightly, my belly pressing forward. You step up behind me, your strong paws gripping my hips, keeping me still. “Tired already?” you whisper, breath hot against my fur. “Pathetic.”

I waddle past, but you suddenly yank me back by my waistband, pulling me flush against your chest. Your paws grip my soft sides, squeezing possessively. “Going somewhere, fat boy?” you purr, pressing your muzzle to my ear. “Not without me.”

#fatfur #shorts #feeder #feedee

I’m trying to push the plate away, but you grab my wrist, your grip firm. “Oh no, butterball,” you chuckle darkly, pulling it right back in front of me. “You don’t stop when you want to. You stop when I say so.”

#fatfur #shorts #feeder #feedee

I groan, shifting sluggishly in my chair, belly pressing heavy into my lap. “Done,” I mumble. You lean in, gripping my chin, tilting my face up. “No, you’re not,” you whisper, placing another loaded forkful against my lips. “You eat what I give you, tubby.”

I flop onto the bed with a heavy thud, belly jiggling from the impact. Before I can settle, you slide in beside me, paw immediately gripping my side, squeezing. “All this fluff and fat,” you murmur, pressing close. “You were made for cuddling.”

I’m sprawled on the couch, shirt riding up, exposing the soft curve of my belly. You walk past, pause, and suddenly drag a claw lazily across the exposed fur. I shudder, swatting at you. You just smirk. “Sensitive?”

I sit down with a heavy thump, a big plate of food in front of me. Before I can take a bite, you snatch a fry from my plate. I glare, but you just pop it into your mouth, smirking. “You’ll live.”

I’m halfway through a burger, sauce smeared on the corner of my mouth. You reach over, thumb pressing against my lips to wipe it off—before smirking and shoving the rest of the burger into my mouth. “Might as well finish it, tubby.”

fox cooking up a new recipe for his big soft wolf

YCH by the awesome @portlypigeon.bsky.social

you have to try this drink! First sip, I was zooming—felt like I could take on the world. But instead of running laps, I just kept sipping. And let me tell you… this stuff works. Maybe not the way I thought it would, but hey—bigger thighs, a softer belly, all this energy converted to dough.

This underwear feels tighter than before, wonder whats up with that?

New Story: You can’t meet Roua without meeting his darker half.

He’s big. He’s scaly. He terrorised the world with his greed centuries ago, and he won’t be done with the wolf until he’s unleashed that greed in the middle of work…

😈 Meet Oshi 😈

>> www.furaffinity.net/view/59745674/ #fatfur

Flexing ft. very cool oomf 🙌