The sink could be heard running behind the door, light seeping into the unlit room from beneath, illuminating the faux-wood floor tiles. Black feathers and bright, white fur were piled around the bed in small heaps, the stench of half-dry cum, saliva, sweat, and rabid, frothing sex still heavy in the air. A thin, petite figure stirred underneath his sheets, his eyes slowly opening. A shiver ran down his back and he clutched his blanket tighter, rolling over and finding the rapidly fading ghost of body heat in the indent behind him. Then the running water stopped, and the door handle turned. Starting from a thin line, the bedroom was almost fully illuminated, save for a singular silhouette. Jay stood in the doorway, filling it far more than usual. He was never a skinny raven, by any stretch of the imagination, but now, standing in silhouette with the bathroom light for a halo, he seemed to have blown well past what could be deemed a normal weight even for him. He had almost doubled in size and thickness, easily hovering around 500 pounds and practically filling the doorway with his fatty bulk. His taloned legs below the knee were almost comically thin, like tree branches forced into stumps where his thighs exploded out almost two feet thick, feeding into a ginormous ass that clung desperately to his frame lest gravity drag the exercise-ball-sized cheeks down to the earth and right off his hips, all the while curving and creasing into folds and love handles several inches deep. Like his ass, his stomach sagged from his waist and chest, bulbous and smooth, layered in fat more than three and a half feet at its thickest, covering his crotch and sitting about halfway down his thighs. His chest looked almost sunken into his body, were it not for his heavy moobs large enough to be confused for the real deal, laying firm, supple, and softly on his shelf-like stomach, each almost as big as his head, which actually was sunken into a thick ring of fat around his neck, looking like a feathery nest into which a particularly doughy-cheeked raven had begun to roost. Leaning with one arm on the doorframe, he sported great curtains of fat hanging from his arms like water wings, keeping him from ever again resting his arms flat against his sides while the weight remained. All across his gluttonous frame, little dimples of cellulite curled up on the underhangs of fat, from his arms and chins down all the way to his thighs, and even a little on the calves, though on the underside of his great apron of belly fat, and all along the front of his thighs, what little light made it around his body to reflect back across his front revealed drying cum soaked into his feathers, and water dripping from his hands.
 
 
“Sorry, hun. Didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice was slightly deeper than normal, but still as soft-spoken as ever. “You alright?”
 
 
“I’m fine,” the cougar cooed from the bed. “Just missing you.”
 
 
“I missed you too, Fed,” he whispered aloud, flicking the light switch off and closing the door behind him, once again letting night return to the room. He watched Jay haul his leviathan body towards him, his toes and tail curling as he felt the subtle shaking traveling through the floor and into the bed with every slightly prolonged step he took, listening to the soft clap of not only his ass but his heavy, sagging belly slapping against his thighs. Fed was absolutely petite compared to the behemoth resting his hand on the bed, just barely skinny enough to see his ribs through his chest flesh, and though he had a few curves of his own, especially around his still-cum-soaked ass, and the basketball-sized cum tummy that had been ballooning his abdomen, he felt downright puny. But, even so, his face curled into a titillated smile as Jay managed to crawl back into bed, the frame creaking ominously as he did. Rather than taking his spot beside him, however, Jay continued crawling, dragging his fatty sack of a belly over Fed’s paws. “I miss that little buzz in the back of my mind, letting me know you’re there,” he whispered. Fed could feel the weight of his paunch as Jay clawed his way further and further up the cat’s body, burying his legs in raven fat, then his hips. “I miss feeling my fat blush and flutter every time I take a seat or lay in bed or go for a walk, showing off to everyone that you’re back home, where you belong.” Fed could feel a twinge of tired arousal as Jay loomed over him, pinning his entire body to the bedding as he yawned deeply above him, giving him a look down his slimy beak, right to the back of his throat. “I miss feeling my skin stretching even further, my feathers forced apart a little more, just to fit all these layers you’re giving me, every time my stomach grinds you to nothing but paste and you again give me everything you have, everything you are, right down to the soul, all turned to luscious bird blubber. All mine.” By now, he was practically bearing down on the now shaking cougar, shivering with excitement as Jay hefted every last pound of his belly weight upon him, leaving only his head free to breath, which the bird’s bosom was hovering precariously over like a pair of swinging pendulum blades, inches away from their next victim. Instead, however, as Jay simply relented and flopped fully onto Fed, smothering him underneath his body, all the cat found waiting for him was warmth and softness. Worming his arms free, he reached out and planted his hands into Jay’s fatty back, feeling them sink slightly as he brought himself in for a tender hug. Jay, caressing the back of his head, reciprocated the gesture, holding him as close and as tightly as he could, forcing the weight of his desire for him through his flabby arms and smothering the cat in supple chest flesh and curly feathers. Jay’s legs struggled against his veritable apron of blubber, but eventually he managed to completely encompass Fed’s waist, hips, butt, and even his legs down to the knee between his immense thighs, everything their hips touched slathered in more of the night’s spent seed. Held as close as he was, he could hear the raven’s heart beating in his chest. It beat strong, fast, and loud, struggling somewhat from the effort of crossing the room and crawling into bed, but as Jay felt their body heat seeping into one another, it quickly relaxed, comforted as he was by his presence, his warmth, and most of all, him.
 
 
“You sure you don’t have room in there for me, now?” Fed’s mumbles never left Jay’s chest, muffled as he was by feathers and flab. But he still understood him completely. “Or did sex tire you out too much for a midnight snack?” Still encompassed in the bird’s bulk, he felt gravity shift as Jay rolled over slightly. His heaving mounds of blubber were more casually draped over the cat like a living, immensely weighted blanket, and where he wasn’t draped he was practically stuck in his many deep folds and crevices, his head resting between his flabby arm and his soft, ample breast like they were two, warm, feathery pillows.
 
 
“Heaving around this bulk you’ve given me is hard work. Hard, but so, so, wonderfully worth it. I just want to take this moment, right now, with you, hun, rest, and appreciate it.” Slowly, he craned his neck to plant a tender, loving kiss on top of the cat’s head, right between his ears. “Your home is patient. It can always wait for its precious, perfect boy.” Smiling, he leaned his head back on his actual pillow, and nuzzled him as the moment began lulling them both back to sleep. “Good night, Fed.”
 
 
“Good night, Jay,” He muttered graciously, nuzzling him back.