Only the Best for the King

Grodd chuckled to himself as he saw the plump scientist examine himself in the mirror. It was obvious that Winston had put on quite a bit of weight since the two began their relationship. How much weight they haven't quite figured out, though Grodd had to ponder a guess that he was close to 100 pounds heavier than the gorilla he used to be. It definitely showed in his chubbier face, his absurdly rounder belly, and most importantly his thicker and wider butt. And obviously, Winston was enjoying every second of it.

"Looking mighty plump there, babe," Grodd casually tossed out as Winston smacked both sides of his belly.

"Well hey," he began with a proud smirk on his face. "Only the best for the king, right?" Grodd had to laugh out loud at that one. He had told Winston that at one point, he wanted to become the king of Gorilla City, the place Grodd grew up. He never truly gave up that dream, but he had a pretty cozy life as is.

"So does that make you my queen?" Grodd joked, earning a scowl from the rotund gorilla. However, Winston's expression slowly changed into a playful one.

"Perhaps," he began, fingering his navel and feeling his cock spring to life. "But only if you give me plenty of offerings of peanut butter." Grodd laughed once again, rising from the couch and heading for the kicthen.

"As you desire, my queen," Grodd complied with a bow.