"Rub my belly?"

Majiti stifled a frown. Really, he was starving, and she wanted him to do something so mundane? But he looked into her eyes again, and saw a vulnerability there - perhaps she just wanted some attention.

So he wandered over and obliged, running his claws lightly over her quivering gut.

"Mmmm no, push harder you silly male!" she said, slapping his paw, and Majiti grimaced, trying to contain his anger. He pushed hard into her lovely, soft fat until he felt some resistance, then rubbed up and down, sending her blubber rolling this way and that.

"Thaat's better, oh Majiti, that's so good! Why didn't you tell me you were so good at this?" She said, looking up and smiling beautifully amongst the many rolls of fat on her face and neck. The fat on her body rolled up between her chubby forelegs and pushed up against her chin, making the rolls there even deeper. She looked so cute that way.

Majiti couldn't help it, he smiled back, and foolishly he said, "I live to serve."

Shenzi reached out her chubby arms, and Majiti stepped forward, as surprised as anything to recieve a great big, smothering hug from her. It felt nice, of course, laying on top of all her fat (much better than the other way around), and soon he did his best to hug her back, patting her, feeling her fat undulate against his skinny body.

It was the first bit of affection she had shown him, and he liked it.

"My you are skinny," she said, rubbing his hands up and down his back, then pushed him away. "Quick! Go get some meat on your bones. I really don't know why you put up with me, y'know. I'm such big, fat slob!"

Majiti looked down into her sad face, only then realising, he hadn't told her he preferred her this way! If he did, though, he wondered whether she would become cocky again. Pausing for a moment, he said...