Jake had never been much of a flyer; even before he'd started dabbling in gaining, the pudgy bluejay had never been much for the skies. It never really made sense to him, going through all the trouble associated with flying and exhausting himself when he could simply take the bus, instead.
And yet, when he was getting up that morning, finding himself ever so slightly more out of energy by the end of the ordeal, he felt something pul him outside, tel him to go for a quick fly, just to feel the wind in his wings. And deep down, he knew why that was.

With his boyfriend's help, the bird was becoming rounder by the day; that morning, left having to catch his breath after the simple act of getting out of bed, he knew it wasn't long before he wouldn't be able to take off. His bulk - currently jiggling with each wingflap like a water balloon strapped to his torso, his soft, supple moobs rhythmically slapping against it every time he pushed his wings down - was all too eager to make sure he knew exactly why that was.
...and yet, looking down at the soft ball of flab, swaying side-to-side in mid-air... he wouldn't take back a single bite.

The bird's attention wandered to food, as it often did, lately. All the tasty treats his boyfriend would cook up for him, all the stuffings they'd shared, all the treats snuck in at night, and the messy, chocolate-flavored kisses whenever his partner would notice his absence and seek him out in the kitchen... His belly rumbled, snapping him back to reality.
He was hungry, exhausted, out-of-breath, and all the weight pressing up, shifting, rubbing against his cock wasn't exactly helping.

Jake quickly set course for the ground, only just barely managing not to topple over as the sweaty, huffing bird landed with a heavy thud next to his significant other, who had been watching the feathery ball of lard defy gravity from the ground, a bottle of his latest vice - heavy cream milkshake - ready in hand for when he returns. The heavyset blue jay wasted no time snatching the bottle and tilting it to his beak, gulping down the sweet, viscous mixture like an athlete exhausted after a marathon, despite his flight only having lasted a couple of minutes.

 - "N'awwhh~ How's my big birdy doin'?" - Jake's boyfriend, a short ferret by the name of Max asked as he embraced his sizable boyfriend.
 - "*huff* I-- *huff* god, haha, my wings are so sore, I--" - Jake stopped suddenly, his eyes going wide with realization.
As he stood there, panting, sore and exhausted, it clicked. That feeling in the morning... it wasn't telling him to go for just any flight... it was telling him to go for...
 - "...my last flight."
 
 - "...j-jeeze, big guy, a-ahah..." - the ferret replied with an uneasy chuckle, idly rubbing circles at his boyfriend's back - "No need to be so dramatic, I'm sure it's not..."
 - "No, it is. I _know_ it." - Jake replied, looking out into the sky, lost in thought - "At the rate I'm going... and with how rarely I fly... by the time my wings aren't sore, I'll be too heavy.
...haha."
 - "I..." - the ferret went silent for a second - "I mean... we can cut back, if you want to? Y-you don't have to do anything you don't want to, love. I love you for _you,_ not your weight."
 - "...no, I do want it. I _know_ I do, and I knew it would happen, sooner or later. It's... haha, it's always been a bit of a dream. It's just... it's a little scary, knowingly taking that step forward, you know?"

The ferret tried to open his snout, but found no words, and chose to instead pull his hefty boyfriend closer. The two simply looked towards the sky together for a while, watching the clouds drift, the occasional - considerably more fit - bird fly by, until a loud, demanding rumble broke the silence, prompting the blue jay to look down towards the ferret, a smile on his face.

 - "Sounds like it's dinner time."
 - "If you're ready...?"
 - "Oh, I'm more than ready."

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