“Rabbit feet are supposed to be lucky, you know,” Avery cautioned, tilting his ankle forward just a tad more. His prodigious weight increased ten-fold upon Lian’s back (not that the big bunny himself knew either of the scrawny guys’ names). A raspy squeak withered between his fat toes as the little guy strained to push himself off of the ground. Kinda cringe, really. Avery wasn’t even using his full weight.

Avery’s free hand came to rest upon his belly’s side, squishing forcefully into the squirming mass. Just as planned, his moment of effort earned a bubbling mass of gas, forced upward with nowhere else to go. He grinned an instant before opening his mouth and releasing the loudest, wettest BWOOOOOORRUP he’d mustered that day.

A storm of spittle and acidic gas roared from Avery’s rippling gullet. And not only that, but a slobber-soaked mass of fabric came undulating up his throat as well. At the tail of his belch, it flew free, snagging his buck tooth for only a second before splattering into the ground. The fox in his grip squeaked in terror, and Avery’s gut gurgled hungrily.

Ah well. Avery could only shrug before opening his jaws once more and giving the fox a perfect view of his new lodgings. A fat gust of post-belch wind enveloped the shivering squirt’s face before he was suddenly plunged inside, GLRK’d without so much as a whine of trouble. In no time at all, a slick vulpine was slithering down the bunny’s throat to add to that prodigious weight.

“Damn, bro,” Avery rumbled in mock disappointment. “I really—GWOOURRURUP—had high hopes for you two~” The ferret’s arms fell further, nearly flattening his chest beneath the barbell. And of course, that meant his muzzle was quickly buried in Avery’s sweaty groin. Fuck, maybe he oughtta use this one for a quick nut before eating him. The little guy was certainly hard enough to not need convincing.

He pressed more weight upon the struggling lizard, toes flexing around the little guy’s skull. And with a groan of defeat and a flattened BWUMP of displaced air, he vanished beneath Avery’s foot, flattened helplessly. “But I guess there’s no way around it.” His belly gurgled noisily as a greedy glint grew in Avery’s golden gaze. “Law of the jungle, baby. You’re way better off as part of my brotein shake~”

A fresh wave of struggles in Avery’s belly told him that it was time to get this show on the road. If he waited any longer, these two would have to splat down in a much less solid mass of protein than planned. Grinning widely, Avery reached beneath his gut for his latest prize.

Meanwhile, the last remaining member of gym staff watched in terror from behind his counter, wondering just how much longer they could keep the place open with Avery’s insatiable need for ‘broship’. Hopefully, everyone’s New Year's Resolutions could bring him a big enough wave of prey…

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Or, rather, he slithered his shaking arms upward slightly faster than before. Which made it that much more of a surprise when Strex suddenly hit… soft air? He inhaled sharply, unable to hold in the gasp. However, it was not the typical stale gym air that greeted his nostrils. Instead of the halfway-to-crisp breath of distant sweat and protein shakes he was used to, a stuffy, heated gasp of pure bench cotton freewheeled down his nostrils.

Not even the calmest monk could have kept his zen at that moment. Strex’s eyes jolted open, and he thrust his arms their final two inches into the dome of squishy, warm mass that had suddenly appeared. But that wasn’t what Strex saw. Not exactly. He had been expecting a blanket or warm water balloon held a full foot and a half above his face.

Not a caramel dimension of soft floof mere inches from his muzzle’s tip. It enveloped his entire field of vision. The very air had become this stifling, sweat-addled blanket! Worse than that, it radiated a scent precisely like a full breath of gym bag. Not rank and disgusting, but certain to inform you just what kind of man you were dealing with. And through that spiced mix of sweat, precum, and assorted manly flavors, Strex understood just how much danger he was in.

More importantly, his cock rose to full attention, much to his horror.

“Don’t worry, bro,” came a booming, deep voice. Strex could have sworn the stomach above him had simply echoed into his skull. “I’ll spot ya!” Genuine concern and fraternal joy echoed in his tone, but Strex felt a bolt of dread in his stomach nonetheless.

BWUMPH-GLORSH A living mountain of chub fell atop Strex’s face and arms. The mass of belly he’d felt seconds before was merely suspended by its owner’s hands, and with nothing else to hold it up, it utterly smothered the poor ferret. His muzzle all but vanished into the musk-drenched pit of moist fur dripping with workout sweat. The wobbling jelly poured over his arms and the rest of the dumbbell.

Needless to say, he couldn’t lift an inch further.

A barely-audible whine met Avery’s ears from beneath his belly. His fluffy ear rose an inch, but trying to make out this guy’s struggles would have been impossible. After all, he had at least three other guys fighting inside that very gut he’d been gracious enough to add to the ferret’s workout!

Then, Avery gulped, slurping down the last of the fuzzy, black tail between his lips. Make that four, he mentally corrected. His latest bit of protein helplessly slithered down his gullet and squelched slowly into the rank cauldron of acid-soaked bodies that was his stomach. A fresh chorus of muffled, vibrating shouts rang out from his distended, fluffy tum as they squirmed and shuffled to make room against their will.

The ferret’s arms shuddered against Avery’s overhang. He smirked and raised an eyebrow, not that the little squirt could see it. “Aw, don’t give up, bro! It’s just a little chunky bunny. Nothing you can’t lift!” He snickered, passing a naughty grin to the terrified fox held in just one of his caramel-furred hands. A single finger covered the little guy’s face. His biceps hardly noticed the bit of weight to heft.

Another whine as Avery’s stomach contents shifted dramatically. Their squirming bodies pushed out against his organic prison with every tangled limb they could muster for the task, but the only effect they had was to make Avery’s weight even harder to lift. A chorus of organic squelches and slippery slaps echoed into the nearly-empty gym. The only other sound was that of the cute lizard Avery had opted to lend a paw to as well.

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“Hrnngh…! 7…! 8…!” Strex’s strained whispers joined the blaring cacophony of his gym’s weight section, sparing those around him from hearing just how much he was struggling. If not for the fact that the white-furred ferret had been keeping count of his own reps, he’d have assumed hours had passed. His arms begged for mercy with red-hot screams of muscular pain. Was his back actually sinking into the bench? Fuck, all the sweat in his eyes was making him go blind!

“9…!” Somehow, however, he lifted the bar from his chest once again. Two weights sat on either end: a pair of five and ten-pounders. Thirty pounds, plus whatever the bar added. When Strex thought of that, he nearly felt his thin arms deflate. He wasn’t quite an expert on this lifting stuff, but he had the strangest feeling that struggling through 30-odd pounds on your second set wasn’t exactly the most impressive thing.

Against Strex’s better judgment, he allowed himself to glance left at the fox pumping iron just five feet away. His sweat-logged ears deflated beside his head. That orange-furred squirt had three massive weights on either side of his bar, all of them much thicker than the set that Strex had tentatively slid on. Despite looking as scrawny as… well, pretty much every fox, that guy pushed the metal bar away from his chest like it was nothing. Only a sharp, manly grunt conveyed any sense of difficulty.

Before Strex could beat himself any lower, his body took the liberty of announcing its intentions to rebel. He breathed in, only to feel his chest threaten to collapse entirely. Immediately, he shoved his muzzle back up and took on a determined glare. Don’t turn your head while trying to lift; got it. Just three more, he told himself as the bar wobbled precariously above his chest. Twelve reps were all he needed!

“You got this!” cheered a voice from the right. On the ground, to be precise. Strex barely heard Lian over that surprisingly noisy pounding in his ears, but he remembered not to try and look down at the lizard doing pushups beside him. Lian was probably feeling even worse off than Strex, though perhaps his friend had made the smarter choice. Push-ups had to be easier than starting so intensely!

Strex grunted through bared teeth, slowly edging his set higher above his chest. “Y-yeah, sure…!” Another set of deep, negative thuds in his ears. His heart had never pounded this hard before. Should he have been worried? Was this a medical condition? “Ten…”

Again, and louder this time. Strex’s vision shuddered in tune with the impact. Maybe working out just wasn’t for him. He should have just stayed inside and milked his natural metabolism for all it was worth. He still had a good few years to stay thin without effort. Maybe he could even weasel out of his membership.

WHUMP!

Another shuddering quake tore through Strex’s body as the barbell trembled toward his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut.

THOOOM

A soft, only slightly muffled tremor. Sweat poured over Strex’s brow. This was sounding serious now. Was he about to die from an effort overdose?!

mmmphGLRKL…

Huh. That was a weird sound for his pulse.

“Huh? Wai—Agh!!”

Right in the middle of Lian’s words, that same, muffled explosion poofed into Strex’s ears. And if that wasn’t odd enough, his groan of shock and pain was far too real to have been in the ferret’s head. His arms rose just a bit higher, fueled by friendly adrenaline. He had to get up and check on his friend! Strength unlike any he’d ever known poured through his veins, bulging his arms’ muscles outward in a nearly cartoonish fashion.

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