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For a lovely patron who wished to remain anonymous, here is a Mаdagascar 2 fic, in which Glоria and Mоto Mоto live together. Contains weight gain, body worship, and a bit of vore and stuffing :)

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0 Years, 0 Months, 0 Days / Gloria: 2,532lbs / Moto Moto: 3,972lbs

As much as Gloria had yearned for the opposite, her date with Moto Moto was not going well. After hearing the large hippopotamus speak at length about himself, she was not sure how many more compliments about her curvaceous body she could handle. Sure, his words were sweet, and it was nice to be admired, but she wasn’t sure Moto Moto had considered yet that it was an entire woman he was dancing with, not just a beautiful body.

So, she interrupted him. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but if you really want a piece of this, uh, chunky, plumpy hugeness, you’re gonna have to try a little harder than this.”

To her surprise, Moto Moto stopped. Cocking an eyebrow, he leaned toward her, lips puckered as if going in for a silent kiss, then shook his head, and backed away.

Apprehensively, Gloria slowed her movements, but continued to dance. She wanted to give him a second chance– after all, he was attractive, and had been able to speak of his own ‘zestiness’, in addition to his heftiness.

A moment later, Moto Moto looked back at her. “Alright,” he said, “I’ll admit, I don’t know a lot about you.”

“M-hm,” Gloria said wryly.

“But I’m liking what I’m seeing,” he pressed, and began to shake his hips again. “You move like a goddess. You’ve got a gorgeous voice, and your attitude–” He shook his shoulders, and gave a little ‘Mm!’, as if savoring the moment. “You’re striking me as sweet, but confident. Even though you’re new here, you know what you’re doing.” He took both of Gloria’s hands, and fixed her with a seductive smile. “You’re seeming to me,” he said, “like the type of girl I’ve been looking for my whole life.”

Gloria looked up at him, and, hands falling from his, kept dancing in the water. Splash by splash through the shallow pool, she felt her annoyance toward Moto Moto dissipate. “You’re sweet,” she said softly.

“Not to mention,” he said, “how outwardly, you are just my plumpy-chunky-wonderful type.” He smirked. “You’ll forgive a guy for looking at you and taking notice of those curves first and foremost, won’t you, now?”

Gloria smiled. “Can’t fault you for it, I guess. You do know I’m more than just my body, though.”

“Baby girl,” Moto Moto said, “I can tell there is much, much more to you–” He spun her around, a cool spray whirling out beneath her feet. Then, he pulled her in close, dipped her low, and spoke deeply into her ear. “–And I’ve got a craving to find out every last juicy bit.”

Giggling, Gloria swooped back up, and continued to move her feet. “Alright,” she said, “you know how to flirt. Why don’t you tell me a little bit more about you? What’s life like here for you; what do you do every day?”

“Heh.” Moto Moto eyed himself up and down. “I guess you could say,” he said, “I’m pretty popular ‘round these parts. Not sure what it’s like where you’re from, but we savanna hippos…” He looked around to the other hippos, who were quietly swimming and lounging around the pool. “We like to have a good time. And I, Moto Moto, make it my life’s mission to have the best time of all.” He wiggled his hips, jiggling his hefty butt. Gradually, the dance slowed, and as he came to a stop, he winked.

“Gloria,” he said, “if you stick with me, I’ll make sure you have the sweetest time there is to be had.”

Blushing, Gloria looked down, then looked shyly back up at him. “Sounds like quite an offer,” she said.

“What do you say?”

Gloria looked all around her, to the hippos enjoying themselves, many of them surreptitiously watching Moto Moto. Moto Moto, however, only seemed to have eyes for her.

“Alright,” she replied, and took one of his hands in her own. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind sticking with you for a bit.” She gently swung her hand, and shot him a teasing look. “You need to treat me well, though,” she said. “If you know how to love me, all of me, then, well–” She blinked her eyelashes. “I’ll stick with you for as long as you like.”

Moto Moto squeezed her hand. “If you really are as sweet as you are chunky, then–” He chuckled. “We might just be mates for the rest of our lives.”

~🦛~

0 Years, 3 Months, 18 Days / Gloria: 3,206lbs/ Moto Moto: 4,126lbs

As the days stretched on, Gloria’s old friends quickly grew anxious for their old life in New York. While Gloria missed her home as well, she could hardly fathom going back, as she established a life for herself in Africa, and got to know her new boyfriend better and better. So, when her friends suggested they attempt to fly home, Gloria bade them a bittersweet goodbye, along with wishes that they might have a smooth journey back.

For Gloria’s own part, however, she knew she had made the right choice. In the coming few months, she discovered a sort of bounty in her new home that she never would have expected of the unforgiving wild– She could eat to her heart’s content, all delicious fruits, crisp vegetables, and clear, drinkable water. Each day brought a new serving of paradise, and as she spent more time lounging in repose by Moto Moto’s side, she in turn found her body growing steadily bigger, and heavier.

The growing weight of soft flesh atop her bones felt natural, a product of the blissful way she spent her days, but she could not deny a certain few... other causes.

On nights she and Moto Moto did not spend sequestered away by themselves, the pair was practically assaulted by worship from all sides.

“Oh, Moto Moto,” came a young hippopotamus, approaching the soft, straw-laden clearing where they sat, her arms laden with bananas. “I gathered these just for you and your mate. I hope you’ll find them scrumptious~”

“Thank you,” Gloria said on Moto Moto’s account. “Would you leave ‘em right there? We appreciate it, really.”

“Of course, dear! You two promise not to get hungry, now!” Fluttering her eyelashes, she set the bananas down atop a growing pile of food from similar admirers, and tiptoed shyly away.

“All these hippos are awfully nice,” Gloria remarked, picking up a banana and offering it to Moto Moto.

He took it, and in turn offered her a shiny, full-bodied mango from his end of the pile. “That’s just what happens when you’ve got a bod chunky enough to cause a sensation,” he said, then chuckled. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten used to it yet, yourself.”

Mouth full of the most fantastic mango she had ever tasted, Gloria could barely reply. “–’M gettin’ chunkier, tha’s for –glp– sure,” she said, and dabbed her mouth on a dried leaf.

Moto Moto, for his part, wiped the banana residue off his mouth with the back of his hand, and shot her a salacious grin. “And I love it,” he said, reaching out to squeeze a roll of her voluptuous hips. “You better keep getting plumper and plumper, like the queen you are.”

Gloria smiled, reveling for a moment in the absolutely adoring gaze her even bigger mate was fixing on her. Moonlight streamed through their thin nest of trees, onto the dried grass of the ground below, onto the two of them and their feast. Somewhere in the distance, a wild dog yapped and howled at the moon.

“Say,” Moto Moto said, “if you could put any food at all into that pretty body of yours right now, what would it be?”

Munching on a banana, Gloria looked up at the night sky. New York, it was true, had a higher variety of foods, including her favorite human-made specialties. She was not quite sure how to answer his question whilst assuring him she was happy here, with all the exciting things he and Africa had to offer.

“Something rich, I guess,” she replied, looking back down at her boyfriend. “I’ve always loved fatty foods, y’know, the stuff people like to call guilty pleasures.” She chuckled softly, and placed her banana peel by her side, atop a small pile of mango pits, melon rinds, and the like.

“Hmm…” Moto Moto said, surveying the land outside of the circle of trees. “I could make it work. How would you feel about a nice, fatty, fattening meal, my lady love?”

“Huh?” She looked upon the vast pile of fruit offerings. “We got so much food already, though!”

Moto Moto smirked, and stood, chucking his banana peel nonchalantly over his shoulder as he rose to his full, impressive height. “Consider this,” he said smoothly, “just an appetizer.”

As he trudged out of the little grove, the boom of his steps almost covered up a little squeak.

In the path of Moto Moto’s tread, Gloria realized, was a small rodent, fur ruffled and looking very flattened.

“Oh!” she said, standing up to approach the creature. “Dear, are you okay?”

The little beast looked up at Gloria’s towering mass, its black eyes fierce. “Absolutely not!” it squeaked. “That no good, lumbering jerk of a hippopotamus can’t watch his step, and now just look at my fur! I smell like hippo feet, and–”

“You know,” Gloria said, quiet voice interrupting its shrill one. “Moto Moto could eat you.”

It trembled for a moment, indignance in its face meeting her calm scowl, before scampering off.

With a sigh, Gloria resumed her spot by the fruit, nibbling idly as she waited for her boyfriend to return. All the while, a dog barked in the distance.

Another doe-eyed young hippo approached her with a present of fruit, which she graciously accepted. While she was far from hungry after grazing the offerings for so long, she was still very excited to see what Moto Moto had to offer. She would not waste time missing the foods of her old life now– The lap of luxury was hers to delight in.

She was almost too distracted by the barking of the wild dog to notice the weighty silhouette returning across the grass.

“Hey, darling!” she called out.

“My lady love,” Moto Moto’s voice rang out in her direction. Several shapes of animals scampered away from the sound, but the dog, which Gloria could just now make out atop a distant rock, only yelped louder.

“I return with a feast!” Moto Moto cheered. As he approached the grove, he came into the moonlight, the shape in his arms growing clear.

Several mangoes lay cut cleanly open atop a platter of wood, along with a towering mass of round nuts and glittering honeycomb. Atop it all shimmered a hefty drizzle of creamy milk.

Gloria gulped, realizing her mouth had begun to water. “Moto Moto!” she blurted out, “where did you get all that?”

He smiled. “I’ll admit,” he said, “I had a little help. Plenty of people simply adore me, and would swiftly fall all over themselves to help me feed my queen. And those who were not my fans already…” He balanced the platter on one hand, and flexed the other arm, bicep popping. “I just gave ‘em one of these, and got ‘em bewitched in no time. Now, here–” He rejoined Gloria atop the grass, setting the food gently down as he lounged beside her and caressed her face. “All yours.”

“This looks… more than amazing,” Gloria said, looking down at the meal, then up at Moto Moto, then down again.

“Go on, now,” he said. “Dig in.”

She gave him a grin that she hoped looked thankful, but probably just looked dazed. “Don’t mind if I do,” she said, and picked up one of the juicy mangoes.

Merely moments after biting in, juice dribbled down her skin, and she felt as if her whole body was sticky. She could not bring herself to care; the creamy drizzle and the fruit’s sweet flesh were mind-numbingly delicious.

“Mmm!” she said, as, mouth full, she picked up a handful of the nuts and honeycomb.

“Heh,” Moto Moto said, himself cracking open a melon on a nearby rock. “In heaven?”

“Mm-hm!” This was better than anything Gloria could have asked for.

“Good.”

Under the moonlight, Gloria gobbled up the rich, sweet food without any reservation, knowing her hips might feel heavier in the morning, knowing Moto Moto would love that, knowing she had no reason to hold back, because this was how her life would always be from now on.

Casting her manners aside, after the last nibble of food had dropped into her tummy, she licked the platter clean, savoring every taste.

“That’s my girl,” Moto Moto said, giving her belly a pat. “You know I love to watch you eat.”

Setting the platter down, Gloria sighed, relishing the way her belly shifted and churned under Moto Moto’s touch. “Thank you sooo –hic– much,” she said, and flopped onto her side facing him. “You really know how to treat a girl right, huh?”

Moto Moto grabbed her hip with a seductive smile, massaging the side of her backside. “Anything for a body like yours,” he said, before giving her a pat, and watching the fat jiggle. “Just joking, of course. Anything for a body like yours, and even more for the lady inside it.” His eyes, then, lifted from her, up to the distance. “That dog,” he said, “will not shut up. How’s a man supposed to have a moment with his mate like this?”

Weighed down by the delicious meal inside her, part of Gloria did not want to stand up. The greater part, however, knew exactly what to do.

She rose, and stretched, a little burp rumbling up her throat as her stomach expanded. “You wait right here,” she said. “I’ve got it.”

“Aw, now, I’d hate to see–”

“It’s fine,” she chided, “You know how you said the fruit could be my appetizer?” She smiled. “Well, I’ve got an idea about dessert.”

Gloria marched across the grass to where the wild dog stood, gazing intently up at the moon. It did not stop barking loudly, even as she approached.

“Hey,” she snapped, “would you mind piping down?”

The dog looked at her, but did not reply, only looked back at the sky, and continued to yip and howl.

“Excuse me,” she said, “we want quiet.”

Again, it gave no response.

“Fine,” she said, and grabbed the dog around its middle.

“Hey!” it barked at last. “Let me go!”

“I tried,” she said, trudging back to the trees, “to ask politely!”

“I’ll stop; please, I promise–”

“No,” she said firmly. “You had your chance.”

When she returned to Moto Moto, she shut the dog’s snout, allowing it only to growl and grunt, and she smiled at him.

“You said,” she cooed, “that you like watching me eat?”

From his lounging position upon the straw, Moto Moto looked up at her in avid interest.

“Time for dessert,” she said sweetly, and lifted the dog up by its hind legs.

Opening her jaw, she lowered it carefully in, as deep as it could go with her arm still holding its mouth shut. Her jaws were as huge as any hippo’s; she was built to bite and swallow masses of food. She had never swallowed a creature whole before, but trusted herself to be able. Removing her arm, she took one leg in each hand, and gulped hard.

The furry frame of the dog was nowhere near as smooth a swallow as the succulent meal Moto Moto had given her. However, having increased her intake so much in the last few months, it proved no challenge for her to swallow it down.

The bulky beast inched steadily down her throat; no matter how much it kicked and squirmed, it was no match for her hungry jaws. Her throat squeezed around it, as she patiently swallowed, and swallowed, thinking only of how good her tummy would feel once she was full.

Finally came the satisfying feeling of the creature sinking fully into her stomach. It bulged outward, and she could feel the added mass weighing her down. “There,” she said, pressing a burp into one hand. “A lot more quiet now, huh?”

Moto Moto clapped as she approached, and as she lay down once more by his side, belly up this time. Her insides squirmed painfully, but just as quickly triumphed over the dog’s struggling.

“Well done,” he said. “I am one lucky guy.”

“You’re… sweet,” Gloria said, swooning from the rich meal now filling her stomach to the brim. “But… –urp– I think… I’m full now.”

~🦛~

2 Years, 7 Months, 20 Days / Gloria: 4,583lbs / Moto Moto: 5,549lbs

Reeds swayed in a cool wind by the riverside, and from all around came the sound of music. The river’s ripples glittered alluringly in the evening sun, down a bend to a low, marshy bluff where a throng of animals had gathered. At their center lay a raised platform made of driftwood logs, decorated everywhere with bright flowers. From a nearby tree hung streamers of woven reed leaves and flower petals, drifting dreamily in the gentle wind.

Atop the platform sat Moto Moto, and a pair of hippopotami on his either side, who fanned him slowly with large leaves.

Gloria had trouble making her way through the throng of the party, but reached the lip of her mate’s vast throne eventually. Around her neck hung a lei of flowers she had gathered, and all over her lower half glistened river water she had waded through while gathering them.

“Honey!” she called.

Lounging on the platform, munching on some chopped fruit out of a coconut shell, Moto Moto perked up, and caught her eye. He raised the shell up high, and thundered, “Moto Moto’s mate has arrived!”

All eyes turned to Gloria, who blushed, and scratched her ear. “Um,” she began, “happy birthday, honey.”

“Thank you, my love,” Moto Moto replied. “You look outstanding.” He snorted. “It’s almost as if you put on a pound or two just for my birthday.”

“Aw, stop,” Gloria said, fidgeting bashfully under everyone’s gaze. “I, uh, have a bit of a present for you. Because–” She straightened up as best she could, and blew him a kiss. “–you are worth it.”

Moto Moto only smiled. “Alright,” he said, “lay it on me.”

Gloria cleared her throat, and turned to a scrappy little meerkat playing the drums. “Would you fellas mind striking up something quicker? With a steady rhythm, too.”

The meerkat nodded, and began an upbeat drumbeat, which its fellows quickly joined in.

“A little space, please,” said Gloria, gesturing to the animals around her, who all scurried away. Then, she turned away from Moto Moto, and began to rhythmically shake her hips.

At first, water drops slid down her hefty thighs, before she deepened the movements, leaning into the rhythm, and the remaining drops began to flick off her sides and into the evening air.

As she raised her arms above her head, her ass began to tangibly jiggle, followed by her thighs, tummy, arms, and the folds of her back. While Gloria could not dance as acrobatically as she once could, due to all the weight her body had acquired, she thought it was worth it for effects such as this– and believed Moto Moto would agree.

The music quickened, and she ran her hands down her sides, hips, backside, teasing him by grabbing herself in front of everyone– everyone who knew she was his woman.

Finally, she nodded to one of the drummers, who in turn gestured to his ensemble. The beat came to a dramatic finish, and she struck a pose. After she was still, ripples of motion yet jiggled through her body, displaying to him just how big she had become in her life by his side.

A moment later, the crowd burst out in applause. Gloria turned around to see Moto Moto clapping slowly, a hungry smile on his face. When he caught her eye, he beckoned.

Breaths heavy from the slight workout, Gloria lumbered through the crowd, back up to the platform. From beneath her feet, she heard a small squeak, and looked down to see a small squirrel, eyes bulging as it lay squished beneath her foot in the damp grass.

“Oh! So sorry,” she said, and, lifting her foot, reached down to help it to its feet.

“I’ll forgive you,” it said, “because that was an amazing dance.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “Now, I’m off to see the birthday boy~”

She stepped carefully, then, onto Moto Moto’s wide throne, and pantomimed a cute little curtsey. “Happy birthday again, sweetie.”

He reached out one arm, beckoning closer, and when she took it, pulled her down into an embrace.

She giggled. “Hey~”

“That,” Moto Moto said, “was exquisite.” He was touching all over Gloria, not in a way that didn’t tickle, making her laugh and snort.

“I am,” he continued, “without a doubt, the luckiest guy on this savanna.”

“You deserve it,” Gloria countered, holding his meaty sides, and pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Now,” he said, “I think I might just have some birthday wishes in mind.”

“Birthday wishes?” said Gloria. “I don’t remember any of those from last year.”

“Well,” he said, whispering in her ear, “how about you and I start a tradition now?”

“Okay,” she said, one hand on his large backside. “Let me hear ‘em.”

Moto Moto gave a hum of satisfaction. “First,” he said, “once we get outta here and find somewhere a little more private–” He laid one hand atop hers on his rump. “–Keep doing what you’re doing back here. It feels so good, and I wanna loosen out a little more.” He smirked. “Which brings me to the next birthday wish. Let me get a feel of those glorious assets you just showed off.”

Gloria chuckled. “You don’t have to ask that!” She glanced around her, saw the two hippos still fanning them both, and moved his hand to a chaste spot on her hip. “Especially,” she said, “not tonight.” She nuzzled against him, relishing his touch at her side. “My special birthday boy~”

Moto Moto squeezed her side, and gave her forehead a kiss. “How ‘bout getting out of here with this big boy, then, huh?”

“Sounds good,” she said, and slowly rose up.

As the pair walked away from the party, they were followed by goodbye cheers from countless voices, many of them young and female. Even after these years, hippos were still infatuated with Moto Moto, and often, by extension, with Gloria. Although she still missed her old friends, there was something uniquely fun about being here, paired with the most revered hunk on the savanna.

Soon, they arrived at a small waterfall, where grass and rocks surrounded a burbling swimming hole. In the cooler, shaded air beside the rushing water, they lay down side by side.

“Now,” said Gloria, “I believe you, sir, had wished for a massage?”

“Yes, please,” said Moto Moto, wiggling up to her and turning over.

With all the thick curves of his back on display to her, Gloria really did feel like the happiest hippo in the world. She pressed one palm into the upper part of his hefty buttcheek, and pushed in deep. The meat was harder than she expected.

“You’re a little bit tense, darling!” she said, and began to knead. “Gee, I was looking at how big your butt was getting, thinking it was all fat! Lemme rub some of that stiffness away, okay?”

Moto Moto flexed the muscles in his butt, then tried to loosen them. He shimmied a little into Gloria’s tough. “Mmm… You’re right. I’d like that a lot.”

Gloria smiled. “Just relax for me, now.”

As she worked her way over and over the expanse of Moto Moto’s massive ass, the muscle slowly began to soften. Moto Moto himself looked blissed out, head lying atop his folded arms.

Eventually, after much exertion on Gloria’s part, his glutes grew almost as soft as the squishy, jiggling fat all around them. “How’s that feel?” Gloria said, giving his cheek a tender pat.

“Absolutely divine,” Moto Moto hummed, and cracked one eye open to look at her. “You might as well be an angel right now.” Giving his own butt a rub, he propped himself up on one arm. “So much so,” he said, “that I’m beginning to have a real clear picture of my next birthday wish.”

“Ready for it so soon?”

“Turn over for me, just for a second.”

Obeying, Gloria lay down on her stomach, butt sticking prominently up in the air. At once, Moto Moto was upon her, caressing and squeezing every inch of her ass.

“Eek!” Gloria said, kicking her legs as she tried not to feel ticklish beneath his playful touch.

There was something hungry, almost predatory, in the way he touched her, as if she were a sweet morsel belonging only to him. Gloria let herself soak in the bold admiration, content to be an offering upon Moto Moto’s proverbial platter. After all, he loved being hers, too. Come her birthday, she would have a handful of requests loaded and ready upon her own tongue, which she already was sure Moto Moto would be eager to oblige.

Besides, it felt good. Gloria was no stranger to massages; her hippopotamus friends exchanged them on cool nights all the time. Being loved this way by her very own mate, however, was special.

“You are so sexy, y’know?” Moto Moto said, giving her butt a light spank and letting it jiggle. “Getting sexier every day, too. I am beyond impressed by how chunky you’ve become.” He squished his hands into the soft flesh. “You’re almost twice as big as when I first met you. If I’d known last year that I‘d be able to spend a birthday with a you who looks like this…” He gave a whistle, and slapped her butt again.

Gloria laughed, and turned her head to look up at him. “I’m just glad I could help make this a happy birthday for you, sweetie.”

“Believe me,” he said, “this is one happy birthday indeed.”

~🦛~

9 Years, 2 Months, 30 Days / Gloria: 4,993lbs / Moto Moto: 8,038lbs

As the time passed, Gloria grew into a hippopotamus who would be unrecognizable to her past self. Years upon years of sweet, relaxing life under the warm sun, beside a boyfriend who loved her, had brought a heavy weight to her every curve, and a pleasant indolence to her every motion.

Moto Moto, too, had become much bigger than he was the day she had met him. Under Gloria’s constant love and encouragement, he spent his days eating and relaxing with her, not to mention relishing his status as the most handsome hippo in all the land. With all the weight on their bones, he and Gloria were now practically the god and goddess of the savanna.

One bright summer day, the pair were relaxing in the dappled shade of a tall, branching tree, nearly the pale color of beached driftwood for how gnarled and dry it was to its last twig.

Moto Moto, in all his massiveness, had wrapped Gloria in his arms, and was brazenly showing his appreciation for what was undoubtedly his favorite of Gloria’s many positive traits.

“All this lazing around,” he said, “is doing you so good.” He squeezed her bulky arms as he kissed down her stomach, lips pressing into the soft fat. “I could spend all day with my face buried in this chunk.”

“Heheh, coming from you,” Gloria said. “Heck, I didn’t even know hippos could get as big as you’ve become.” She tried to squeeze his side, but was caught off guard by a kiss to her belly. “It’s sexy,” she said. “You’re sexy.”

Moto Moto evidently liked the praise, because he nuzzled hard into her tummy, and gave it a loving squish.

“Oh!” Gloria said as the bulk of food she had eaten earlier that day shifted around inside her. “...That feels so good.” Over the years, she had learned that he liked to know when he was doing something right, so she gave hums of satisfaction as he squeezed and kissed her, and blindly caressed the back of his head.

“You like that,” he said into the fat of her belly.

“I do~”

“Then how about this?” he said, and scooped her entirely up into his arms, lifting her whole body with ease; two soft, fat masses squishing into each other; and rolling her over.

“Whoah!” said Gloria, alighting gently down on her back thanks to the strength of Moto Moto’s embrace. “Jeez, you’re strong.”

“You knew that,” said Moto Moto, fixing her with a roguish smirk.

“I did, I did,” Gloria assured him. “I’m just easily impressed, as you know.” She poked playfully into one of his massive pectorals.

“Say,” he said, “care to be impressed a little more?”

He sat up, flexed his biceps, looking with the feigned fire of determination out into the distance.

“You look like a statue!” Gloria said. “Uh– That’s a thing they have in New York. It’s a big compliment, I promise.”

Grinning, Moto Moto stood, and continued to show off every chunk of his tremendous frame, muscles bulging and fat rippling. He really was the ideal hippo, thought Gloria, as she let out a dreamy sigh.

“You wanna touch ‘em?” Moto Moto asked, making his biceps pop.

“You bet!” Gloria said, and leapt up. As her feet landed steadily on the ground, a thud resounded through the earth below.

Moto Moto looked at her feet in adoration– He adored all signs of Gloria’s burgeoning weight, including the thundering of her footsteps.

She blushed, smiling sweetly, and took another step toward him. This one was much softer, and more graceful, and barely made any sound at all, but still agitated the ground beneath her feet.

So subtle she barely noticed, there came a creak.

The next few moments flashed in one great rush; she hardly knew what was happening. Moto Moto’s eyes had gone wide, and the shadows on the ground were shifting inexplicably, and the creaking rapidly amplified, until Moto Moto rushed to her side, and all was still.

Gloria whipped her head around to look at him, and was met with a fierce expression on his face. Both arms were over his head, biceps bulging, as he supported the weight of the old tree, all of which leaned against him.

If he had not rushed to her side right then, she realized, the thick trunk would have landed right atop her skull.

“You saved me,” she blurted out, resisting the urge to rush forth and kiss him for his heroism. “Oh my gosh; I can’t believe I– Uh, lemme get out of your way.”

She sidestepped out of the path of the falling tree, and Moto Moto set the trunk down.

“Anything,” he said, “for my lady love.” He flicked a sheen of sweat off his forehead, cupped her face in his hands, and gave her a long kiss. “Glad you’re alright,” he said after breaking away.

Gloria was still dazed. “But,” she said, “I was the one who made it fall–”

Moto Moto shook his head. “You of all people should not have to suffer from being chunky,” he said, “much less get hit on the head for it.” He moved his hands down, and squeezed her shoulders. “You are the perfect mate for me, and don’t you forget it.”

Gloria took a few more moments to catch her breath and let her heartbeat settle, leading to a brief, awkward pause, before she said, “Aw, you know it’s an honor.”

“That honor goes both ways,” Moto Moto said, then smirked. “Though… you haven’t yet taken up my offer of touching my muscles. Still interested?”

“Oh, you better believe it,” Gloria said.

“Good,” Moto Moto replied. “Remember, you’re always safe so long as you’re with Moto Moto. Now… I’m all yours. I’ve got lots of muscles. Don’t forget about those glutes.”

“Never in a million years!” said Gloria, and she threw her arms around him.

Gloria relished any chance she could get to admire her mate, just as he admired her. As she ran teasing hands all over him in the sun, whispering flirtatious words into his ear, she was grateful for the moment, the time for her nerves to settle back down and her mind to come to terms with what happened, all while doing something that he loved.

Moto Moto, as he flexed, posed, and showed off for her, seemed to think very little of his heroic feat at all. She wondered if he would remember, and brag about it later, or if he would brush it aside as just another day in his life, preferring to live in the moment.

She sighed, and Moto Moto caught her: “What’s wrong, girl?”

Leaving off squeezing his back muscles, she gave his shoulder blades a soft caress. “I dunno,” she said softly. “It’s just, if I had stayed in New York, I’d probably never have had a tree almost fall on me, but I’d also never have gotten to see you save me. I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

Moto Moto took a few seconds to respond, instead wrapping an arm around her waist. “Nothing wrong with being sad,” he said slowly. “But you got me here. Plenty of other friends, too.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Might even have kids someday. As long as you don’t forget all that you got to be happy about, I’ll be here for you when you’re sad.”

Gloria smiled, and gave his back a pat. “You’re right,” she said, “and I promise. Now, how about making those muscles pop some more for me, huh?”

~🦛~

29 Years, 10 Months, 8 Days / Gloria: 5,729lbs / Moto Moto: 9,851lbs

Over the years, Moto Moto and Gloria grew older, softer, and slower, but always plumper. Their love for each other never diminished, but rather blossomed alongside their weight. Two children had sprung from their bountiful partnerhood, whom, being boys, Moto Moto had suggested be named after him.

Tamu Moto, the elder of the two, was dark brown, with lovely pink cheeks and a cloyingly sweet smile. Chachu Moto, his younger brother, was smaller, lighter brown, and quicker, with a mischievous streak that kept the whole family on its toes. Both of them were loud and confident, and knew their places as the heritors of their parents’ popularity among the river hippos.

As the calves grew up on the savanna, Gloria and Moto Moto took attentive care of them. They taught them how to play, how to dance, and most importantly, how to eat well and enjoy life.

It was during one of such natural lessons one day when Moto Moto and Gloria were batting compliments back and forth, a favorite sport between the two which they had lost no interest in after having children.

“Mom,” groaned Tamu Moto, “you already talked about how strong Dad is.”

“Nothing wrong with repeating something once or twice if it’s the truth,” Gloria countered, taking a melon slice from the pile the family was sharing. “Your daddy is strong, and all of us ought to know it.”

Chachu Moto, lying on his stomach, kicked his legs, idly nibbling on a chunk of melon. “Really,” he said between bites, “all you guys ever talk about is how great you think each other are.”

“Your mother,” interrupted Moto Moto, “has a way with words.” He then devoured a melon slice in one bite, and cleanly spat out the rind. He gulped. “Both of you boys should listen to her.”

Gloria swatted his shoulder lovingly. “Oh, you…”

“I want,” declared Chachu Moto, “to talk about something else.”

“Like what?” said Gloria.

Moto Moto smirked. “Ain’t nothing better to talk about than–”

“Like something interesting!” burst out Chachu Moto. “Like, I dunno, why don’t you tell us a story or something?”

Gloria licked some sweet, cool melon juice off her finger. “Like a fairy tale?”

Chachu Moto frowned. “Only if you have any new ones. You can’t just repeat old stories over and over, and expect us to be interested.”

Gloria sighed, and patted him on the shoulder. “That worked when you were little,” she said. “It’s fine if you don’t want the same old stories, but you’ve gotta be okay with us making conversation instead.”

Chachu Moto rolled his eyes. “Conversation, sure.”

Tamu Moto piped up. “It doesn’t have to be a fairy tale,” he said. “Like, what about something from your life? That could be interesting.”

“Our life,” interjected Chachu Moto, “is just lying around all the time.”

“Not true!” said Tamu Moto valiantly. “There’s lotsa stuff, like, uhh, how Mom grew up in New York, and, uh–”

“We’ve heard that,” grumbled Chachu Moto.

“Boys,” Gloria said warningly, “y’all better not start arguing about this.” She glanced down at the pile of uneaten food. “I’ve, uh, got plenty of stories. I can think of one.” Mind going blank, she looked up to Moto Moto, who only raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ooh, I know!” came Tamu Moto. “How about when you two first met? I don’t think I’ve heard about that before!” He glanced at Chachu Moto. “That sound good with you?”

Another eyeroll. “Sure.”

In theory, it would be easy and fun to tell such a tale. However, at the memory of Moto Moto sauntering up to her, passion in his eyes as he looked up and down Gloria’s impressive, on-display curves, the latter found herself unable to speak.

Desperately, she tried to formulate a way she could communicate the story to the children. Moto Moto had called Gloria ‘chunky’, ‘plump’, and words like ‘gorgeous’ in front of them before. However, there was no child-friendly way to describe the hunger in his eyes, the sureness in his stride, the salacious appreciation radiating from Moto Moto as he first walked up to Gloria. ‘He thought I was pretty’ wouldn’t make for a good story at all.

Moto Moto, too, had gone silent, contemplating the question with a subtle blush on his face that only Gloria could have noticed.

“C’mon,” said Tamu Moto, “don’t tell me you guys don’t remember.”

“No, I do,” said Gloria. “It’s just… a little complicated, that’s all.”

“A lot happened that night,” Moto Moto added.

Chachu Moto grimaced. “Eeeeww, like–”

“No, no,” Gloria said. “No. And watch your mouth, young man.”

“It’s just…” began Moto Moto.

“Your daddy and I…” said Gloria.

She looked at Moto Moto, and they locked eyes. Slowly, both of their faces broke into devious smiles.

“A-HEM!” Gloria cleared her throat. “The night your father and I met, I had just arrived here from New York.”

I was sitting with some other hippos, new friends of mine, all of us just as sexy as could be, every inch of me on display– She couldn’t say that. She began to silently panic. What could she say?

“There was a rainstorm,” Moto Moto interjected smoothly.

“Exactly!” said Gloria. “I was struggling hard to find somewhere dry to wait out the rain, ‘cause, you know, I was a city girl, not really used to it like the other hippos were. And then, well, along came your daddy–”

He sauntered up to me with love in his eyes, and everybody knew how badly he wanted a piece of me.

“Uh…”

Moto Moto picked up the story once again. “I looked at your mommy, standing there shivering, and I said, ‘I’ll take you somewhere dry, little lady. You not from around here?’”

Gloria smiled in gratitude.

“I said,” said Moto Moto, “‘I’ll show you a spot.’ So I took her to this nice little rocky area, with a dry overhang juuust big enough for her wonderfully plump self to lie down in.”

“But you didn’t leave her there,” Tamu Moto said eagerly.

“He didn’t leave me there,” continued Gloria. “No, he was a gentleman, he sat next to me, halfway out in the rain, and we talked, and, y’know, introduced ourselves, and–”

We danced, and he told me just how hot he thought I was. He sang my praises until I made him admit that he wanted to get to know me better.

“Then,” Moto Moto cut in, “it started thundering. You see, there was this little old tree on top of those rocks, and before long, BOOM!” He clapped his hands together, and both children jumped in their places.

“Lightning hit the tree!” said Gloria, in a much more convincing voice, now that the story was in full swing. “Those rocks I was under, they crumbled, and rolled, and eventually started falling down all around me! And your daddy, well, he–”

“I pulled her out,” Moto Moto said smugly.

“Wowww!” both boys said in unison.

“And I was in love,” said Gloria, a fact which was true in both the real and invented versions of the story. “So we started dating! And here we are.”

“Mom, that’s amazing!” said Chachu Moto. “I can’t believe your story has, like, life and death–”

Gloria shrugged at Moto Moto. That much was true, too.

Tamu Moto sighed. “That’s so cool,” he said. “To be honest, I had always assumed it was something boring.”

“Yeah,” snorted Chachu Moto. “Like Dad saw Mom and liked her big butt.”

Gloria’s eyes snapped open wide.

“That’s enough!” said Moto Moto. “We just told you the story. You gonna respect your parents, or not?”

“Yes, Dad,” groaned both boys in unison.

“Good,” purred Moto Moto. Slowly, the calves began to giggle. Instead of stopping them, Moto Moto allowed himself a low chuckle, which eased the tension among the whole family.

Eventually, even Gloria could not help but laugh, her shock dissipating.

She looked up at Moto Moto, and slowly took another slice of melon to gratefully nibble on. As she ate, she realized that it did not matter to her whether they had met in a thunder-shaken mythscape, or in the selfsame twilit savanna where they now sat, with Moto Moto’s eyes drinking in Gloria’s burgeoning assets just as they still so often did.

No matter what the story truly was, Moto Moto would always be her hero. And her memories of the night, the ones she would never share, were more precious to her than anything else in the world.

#moray writes

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