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“Your guard dog might need a new vest soon,” one of the agents remarked jokingly as he glanced down at the werewolf in a service dog vest.
The werewolf bared his teeth and snarled, but made no move until the vampire holding his leash dropped it, watching out of the corner of his eyes as the beast tore at the man’s throat. The werewolf ripped and crunched until the majority of the man was gone and his belly was full. The vampire praised him, kissing his fuzzy head and leading him away toward the lab.
The werewolf trotted beside the vampire, happy as could be, if a little overfull from his impromptu meal. As the werewolf sat in the elevator, tail wagging as he waited to arrive on the right floor, he noticed his fur felt sticky. He turned his head to look down at himself to notice he was covered in blood. Raising a paw to his mouth, he started to lick at the matted fur.
“Stop that,” the vampire huffed, “your going to make yourself sick, I’ll give you a bath,”
Excited to hear that the giant wolf started wagging even harder, giant tail thwoping against the floor as the elevator doors slid open and the two walked through their apartment above the lab.
The werewolf lay in the bath, head draped over the edge of the tub while his fur was scrubbed by the vampire. The older man was so gentle as he ran his fingers through the mutt’s fur to remove the mats and blood that had come from killing a man.
The werewolf gently licked his hand, the weight of his dinner and the soft methodical strokes making him tired. The black and grey werewolf slowly stepped out the bath, getting blow dried before he was allowed in the bed.
As the mutt settled back against the pillows, the vampire gently started rubbing his belly. The soft fur and chubby waistline of the werewolf getting massaged as the vampire watched the man transform back.
Agent Stone was fully human again but his chest was still fuzzy and his stomach was still soft with fat from eating his enemies. The human gave a little snore as he tried to snuggle deeper into the vampire’s embrace. Dr. Robotnik laughed at him but pulled him close with a kiss to his forehead.
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When Stone woke up he glanced to his right to see Robotnik staring back at him.
“Ivoooo,” the man whined, “I told you not to let me eat like this when I’m a wolf,” he shook his belly in the doctor’s direction, “I’m getting pudgy, and people are going to notice.”
“Relax,” his vampiric husband purred, “a little belly isn’t going to give you away as a werewolf. It just shows that I love my guard dog and my guard husband and I’m willing to pamper them.”
Stone looked down at his soft belly that was spilling over the pair of boxers his husband must have put on him last night after he had transformed back.
Stone massaged his belly, watching the way the doughy abdomen moved under his fingers. He sighed, knowing full well it was useless to complain, Robotnik would just have him eat more people the next full moon.
Even with Robotnik watching over him, Stone didn’t like how out of control, how he only remembered bits and pieces of his evenings as a wolf. He only knew what he could gather from his husband or security cameras, or in this case physical evidence that his belly had contained a whole man that was now packed into his body as stubborn fat.
“Stoone,” the older man whined, pressing his own belly, one that was much more empty, into the werewolf’s line of sight.
The man laughed and sat up, moving his neck so his vampire could have a taste even though he was still slightly unhappy with him. As he drank, the vampire grew handsy, the cool pale hands running up and down anything that had softened on the chubby werewolf’s body.
Every full moon, the same thing happened. In one way or another, either Robotnik or Stone would be insulted. The vampire would sic the werewolf on the offender, and then the human side of the werewolf would whine about his steadily growing gut.
Luckily for Stone, his weight seemed to plateau, which meant the badniks didn’t have to keep tailoring him new suits every full moon. It was also lucky for Stone that his husband was absolutely infatuated with his thighs, chest, ass, and face. He loved all of Stone, but his belly always got the most attention from the vampire.
It didn’t help that he liked to grope or pet at the chubbier parts of Stone's body while he took his fill of blood.
When he was released, Stone sighed, letting his body fall into Robotnik’s arms. The doctor hiccuped, causing the agent to laugh as he kissed his stubbly chin, licking away a dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth from when he over ambitiously guzzled Stone's blood.
“You are adorable,” the agent chuckled.
“No!” The vampire frowned, still licking blood off his fangs, “I am scary and dangerous!”
The werewolf just kissed him again, hand running over his belly, feeling the slight slosh of the blood inside as Robotnik rolled over to pout. Stone chuckled, curling up in his arms and kissing him.
The agent felt Robotnik’s hand sneak around his softened waistline to grip at his ass. The werewolf squeaked.
“Your butt was trying to wag, and yet you have no tail,” the vampire teased.
Stone blushed, noticing his husband’s pale hand remained on his ass for quite some time just resting or squishing it. The agent snickered, burying his face in Robotnik’s coat.
It took three full moons, but eventually Stone stopped whining about his weight. What had once been a muffin top was now a plump belly. His things were thicker, and so was his chest and butt. Robotnik was thrilled, giving the agent belly rubs in his human form, not just his wolf form.
Even as a fluffy wolf, his belly was fairly obvious. Sometimes agents would comment, and Stone or Robotnik would end up getting to feast on them.
Stone was pleased that Robotnik had also rounded out a bit more, his belly made an excellent place to sleep.
While getting refitted for a new vest by badniks, Stone took the opportunity to lay on his back wagging and asking for belly rubs. The chubby wolf whined until Robotnik noticed him and sank to the floor to pet him.
Stone’s wolf form was quite pampered and spoiled from his vampiric husband with relaxing baths, to the heavy meals and belly rubs. He was still an amazing guard dog. His tail never wagged unless they were alone, he never moved from sitting by Robotnik. At one point, Robotnik nudged him with his foot. The wolf dramatically fell to his side, looking at Robotnik with a wide eyed puppy dog look. The vampire propped his feet on his chest so the werewolf gave a little sigh. He was fast asleep under the table before the meeting was even half way done.
Robotnik sighed at how cute the wolf looked, scooping him up and carrying him from the room before anyone could question why his guard dog wasn't guarding him.
When the werewolf woke up, he licked Robotnik’s face, suddenly having much more energy. Stone ran around the lab as he watched Robotnik collapse into a chair to watch him. The wolf stopped his zooming to trot over and rest his head in the vampire’s lap.
“Come here, you big fur ball,” the doctor chuckled, pulling the wolf into his lap with a smile.
Stone grinned at him, his tongue sticking between his sharp teeth and making the fearsome werewolf look more goofy than dangerous. Robotnik started kissing him all over his fuzzy face, hands massaging into the werewolf's soft abdomen and giving Stone his beloved belly rubs.
“Boof!” Stone exclaimed, licking the doctor’s face with joy as he snuggled into his arms.