True to his intentions, Sharky stayed determined to the project at hand for the rest of the day, well into the early evening, and even as others left for the day. It was only when the cleaning crew knocked at his office door that he conceded and grabbed his things to finally leave. As he retrieved his phone, he instinctively flipped it over in his claw. The screen lit up to display a list of email and app notifications. After scrolling through the list Sharky silently swore to himself before he dismissed them all and walked himself out.
Just as Sharky got settled in his car his phone buzzed to life again, in the familiar pattern of an incoming phone call.
Sharky checked the phone screen and used his finger to swipe along the bottom before he brought it up to his ear. Sharky was about to say the first syllable of a greeting when he was cut off.
A commanding voice, with an audible snide smile, spoke from the other side, “just a heads up, a big delivery is on its way.”
There was a synthesized tone that followed before Sharky could even respond back.
Sharky pulled his phone away to look at his phone as it informed him that the call had ended. The shark took a deep sigh, put his keys in the ignition, revved up his car, and pulled out of his parking space. As he merged back onto the main road he thought back to how his life resulted in his mess.
This whole situation started a couple of months ago, on a particularly lonely night. After a long night at the office only to arrive back at a dark and empty house, Sharky finally caved and downloaded a hookup app. This particular app not only showed the profiles of its users but it included a rating system where previous hookups can rate and comment on others’ profiles.
A quick profile creation later, Sharky was added to his location and soon was surfing through the selection. Sharky’s heart accelerated as his eyes scanned through all the shirtless and bottomless profile pictures. That was when Sharky stumbled upon him, Randy.
Randy’s main profile picture was a selfie of him, a slightly chubby raccoon, sitting on his sofa in nothing but his boxers. He had one arm stretched out of the frame to hold his phone up overhead, while his other arm wrapped under his tummy, with his hand resting on the bulge in his boxers. The raccoon was looking at the camera with the confident expression of someone who knew exactly what he had and was just waiting for someone who needed it to approach him.
The bio on his profile simply said, “I am unapologetic.” Below that caption followed a string of vague yet overwhelmingly positive ratings and comments.
Between the profile picture and the glowing reviews, it whipped Sharky’s excitement up enough to motivate him to send his first message to the raccoon’s inbox with a standard ‘hey~’.
Within minutes, Sharky’s phone buzzed in his palm as he received a reply, ‘sup newbie, like what you saw?”
From there the conversation began, Sharky was just as timid as he was in real life while Randy was there to confidently coax out the real reason why the shark hit him up. Once Sharky confessed his true intent, the chat pivoted straight towards sexual. After a few choice pictures from Randy and a bit of teasing, Randy gave Sharky his location, and soon Sharky was rushing out the door, firmly grasping his car keys.
A short, hormonal-fueled ride later, a nervous Sharky was knocking on Randy’s apartment door, a moment later Randy opened the door, wearing nothing but a dirty shirt and briefs.
“You him?” was all that the raccoon asked.
The stammering reply from Sharky was all that Randy needed to hear as he ushered him in. As Sharky walked by him, he could not help but notice how much taller Randy was compared to him.
Randy’s apartment was a small, slightly littered apartment. Randy headed straight towards the sofa and welcomed Sharky to join him. As the nervous shark sat down next to him and immediately noticed the lingering scent of musk that clung to Randy’s unkempt body.
Randy was as aloof and cocky as his online profile and leaned into it as Sharky tried to steady himself. In an attempt to seem more interesting, Sharky tried boasting about his office job, how much he made and how he climbed the corporate ladder. Randy humored him just enough until Sharky realized how embarrassing he was sounding and sputtered out under the raccoon’s watchful eyes.
Once Sharky got the message, Randy moved in with a bold embrace with one arm around Sharky’s neck to pull him close as his other hand descended onto Sharky’s groin.
“Oh, you're one of those double-cocked fellas, right?” Randy mewed as his fingers ran around the outline of Sharky’s crotch.
“Uh yeah,” was all the flustered Sharky could utter in response.
“Don’t worry, I got all the cock we need.”
What came next was a very assertive hook-up, as Randy went on the offense, pushing all of Sharky’s buttons, physically this time, as the little shark gave himself up to the raccoon. The following morning, Sharky woke up first, quietly gathered his clothes, and slunk out to start a new day at work all while Randy snored away.
It was late in the morning when Sharky heard from Randy, in the form of risque messages, a series of lewd pictures. Randy continued to tease the shark for the rest of the day, to the point where Sharky was practically begging to cover over to suck his cock again. Randy only agreed to it if Shakry arrived with a pizza.
That was the moment Randy sunk his claws into Sharky. Over the weeks a natural routine formed between them, Randy would tease Sharky all day at work and then dictate what to bring over for dinner as Randy subjected him to all sorts of depravity and new experiences. With each encounter, Randy would always push the boundaries and the imagination of the meek little office shark and Sharky enjoyed every moment of it.
The constant sex and pushing of limits naturally developed into willing domination and Randy became more assertive with his approach.
Things took a turn when Randy stumbled upon Sharky’s once-thought-well-hidden kink list online. It listed all of the common preferences, the ones that Randy had already discovered, like musk and chubbiness. But the list also went on to include some of Sharky’s more extreme interests, like bullying, control, findom, body worship, and weight gain. When Randy brought it to Sharky’s attention, the shark was mortified and tried to deny it but ultimately failed.
Now with a complete and verified list of all of Sharky’s most deprived kinks, Randy went to town. It started that night when Randy pinned Sharky against the wall and demanded Sharky to hand over his wallet. Randy then made a show of him taking pictures of both sides of all of Sharky’s credit cards and pocketing a spare twenty before tossing the wallet back at the shark’s feet.
Rany took full advantage of the blank check that he seized. During the day Sharky’s phone would sound off from a combination of targeted testing from Randy and emailed receipts of all the online purchases Randy made in his name. All of that made Sharky constantly squirm at work and made him even more submissive.
That soon snowballed into Randy doing constant take-out orders for lunch, extravagant gifts for himself, and fully subsidizing his apartment’s rent. It got to the point where Randy was starting to do serious damage to Sharky’s respectable finances. Sharky remained subservient, keeping quiet by continuing to visit Randy nearly every day after work to submit himself to Randy as he picked out dinner for delivery.
After months of that, when Randy announced that his lease was up and decided to crash at Sharky’s place, under the guise of saving Sharky some money. The data analysis and his wallet practically wept with delight with the compromise, until he realized that freed up cash was just going to be spent on other things.
All that led to where Sharky’s life ended up today, as he pulled into the driveway of his house. As Sharky eased out of his car, a familiar delivery car pulled up behind him. A young otter stepped out of his car, retrieved a big brown bag, steadied it in his arms, and walked towards Sharky. The shark just sighed as he faced the otter and extended his arms to accept the package and felt the heft on his arms and felt the heat radiating from the bag as he leaned it into his torso for additional support.
Once the delivery was handed off, the otter glanced up at Sharky and said, “look like you and your crew are eating well tonight! The generous tip,” as he turned back towards his vehicle.
Sharky looked down at the bag and his nose caught the smell of Thai food wafting through the paper. Sharky weighed the bag in his arms and tried to estimate how much food was inside, and how much it all cost before he turned around and headed inside. After a moment of shifting the bag to one hand, in order to free the other hand to grab the door handle, he quickly opened the door and made his way inside.
Once on the other side of the door, the scent of B.O. and grease drove away the delightful smell of Thai food in Sharky’s arms. Sharky’s eyes gravitated toward the mess on the floor. A trail of discarded food bags and cardboard delivery packages formed from the front door to the living room.
There on the couch was the end result of Randy, who sat on the sofa, in front of a TV, in nothing but his boxers and a stained tank top. He was holding an expensive tablet in one hand while the other hand was submerged in a party-sized bag of chips, rummaging the bottom for the last few handfuls.
With the unrestrained lifestyle gained from mooching off of Sharky, the raccoon graduated from being chubby to fat, and now he was on the cusp of obesity.
Days of couch surfing and the excessive calories of the nonstop takeout caused Randy’s entire frame to fill out and then spilled over. The first thing to grow out was Randy’s ass, which he used to his advantage to not only taunt Sharky as he strutted around the apartment but to introduce Sharky to the wonders of face-sitting.
While his arms and legs thicken up along with his unshaven face. The most prominent development was his torso. Randy’s pecs plumped up and then transformed into a set of flabby moobs that Randy displayed with no shame. But the most promenade feature that developed in Randy was his stomach. With access to nearly unlimited meals, that punchy little tummy before blossomed into a full-fledged gut. A gut rounded by a well-stretched-out stomach, nestled underneath a thick layer of flab. Now his gut spends most of its time resting upon Randy’s lap, acting as both additional shelf space for Randy and a consonant reminder of how much money Sharky’ conceded to his dom.
Sharky gazed at the beast that invaded his life, he let out a defeated sigh as he placed the bag of food down and began to strip out of his office clothes, down to his tighty whities. This particular ritual was initiated by Randy the day after Sharky objected to Randy strutting past the open windows in underwear.
Once Sharky stepped out of his pants, exposing his petite body, he bent back down to pick up the take-out bag and carried it over, where Randy accepted the offering and the shark quietly sat down next to him on the sofa. The sofa frame had long since been warped from Randy’s rapid weight gain that no matter how Sharky sat he ended up falling towards the center, right into Randy’s sweaty side.
Randy hardly noticed, he was too busy ripping open the bag, inspecting the plastic trays of contents while setting them around him and on his lap.
When he reached the napkins and plastic wares, Randy chuckled at the half dozen sets of forks that were included. The raccoon selected one and tossed the rest over his shoulder, clattering against the hard wooden floor. Randy then meticulously opens each tray in front of him, allowing the apartment to become saturated with the heavenly aroma of the dinner.
Randy wasted no time digging in And soon the sounds of munching & slurping filled the room, with reckless abandon as Sharky just squirmed next to him. After Randy emptied the first few trays before he finally addressed the benefactor of the feast.
“So,” said between mouthfuls and the occasional burp, “I woke up at ten today. Decided to treat myself to some deep dish pizza, TGIF, am I right?”
Munch, munch.
“Then I chatted with and toyed with some other chumps, showing off what I got and making them beg to …*urp*... see more.”
Munch, munch.
“Oh, and I saw that paycheck went through, I decided to finally buy that chastity cage for you. I, I mean, you gotta pay extra for that costume design for your twin set of bitch cocks but it’s a worthy investment.”
Sharky let out a whine as he continued to squirm against Randy. Chastity was not on his original kink list, but since moving into his life Randy has been teasing that as another form of control. Finally hearing that Randy actually pulled the trigger on the purchase made Sharky let out a pathetic moan of protest as his underwear began to tighten.
A moment passed in silence as Sharky stewed with the future that Randy promised to him as the obese raccoon continued to demolish dish after dish, dropping each emptied tray off the side of the sofa onto the growing mound of litter.
Once Randy polished off the majority of the feast, he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and cleared his throat.
“Oh and one of my friends will be in the area, so he is going to swing by for the weekend.”
Before Sharky could reply Randy cut him off, “I’ve known him for years, he’s a trucker, a real big moose. He’s been on the road for the past few days, so he hasn’t had a break…I'm gonna show him all the best beasties”
Randy picked up another tray and resumed his eating, “he’s real interested in your situation, especially how I dominate you and he wants to see the full extent of what I do to you.”
Munch, munch.
“No doubt that he wants to give you a run for your money too,” Randy then let out a deep chortle that caused his gut to shake.
As always, Randy followed up his plans in the same way, “That isn’t a problem, is it?”
Which allowed Sharky to always answer with a whimper of acceptance.
“Good boy,” Randy said as he tossed another empty tray off to the side, “come here.”
Randy lifted his left arm into the air, as his right hand came in to scoop up the back of Sharky’s head and shoved it deep into his armpit. The fat raccoon then lowered his arm, completely engulfing Sharky’s head with the sweaty flab. Randy fastened his arms in place and then reached over to tickle Sharky’s tented underpants.
In response, Sharky’s hand moved down and pulled down the elastic for easier access. One Randy’s hands pulled away, Sharky picked up the torch, stroking his cocks, one in each hand.
While not breaking form, Randy leaned over to grab a spare two liter of soda propped against the sofa and then fished out the TV remote from between a sofa cushion crack to start up the movie. He settled back into his seat to resume his feast as Sharky was left to freely pleasure himself for the last few days he could.
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