Collin the Fat Poodle Ch 3

Among its different events and holidays, Gainborday was yet another marked occasion for the fat fur residents of Furtana. Spawned from a shipping error from the neighboring city, Furtana restaurant owners were suddenly overloaded with fresh stock weeks before their proper shipping dates. In order to clear out the old stock to make room for the new, every restaurant in Furtana held special discounts on their food to the joy of all the city’s gluttonous citizens. Their sales reached such peak numbers that they made a tradition out of the fiasco, naming it Gainborday by the amount of weight put on by furs eager to glut down all the discounted food they could stomach. 

It was a particularly interesting holiday for Collin, who immensely enjoyed it. Like any glutton, he’d revel in gorging himself on more than enough food to properly fill his enormous belly to the brim. He’d revel in the feeling of pushing against his own sloshing gut, groaning with dazed vision as a mound of food pressured to burst out of him. The feeling of indulgence left him sloppily grinning, proud at the amount of fur and fat he would amass in one evening. But the trouble came from his ability to stop after he could no longer hold down one more mouthful. 

The bombardment of advertisements, street vendors, and the mouth watering aromas filling the air, would force him to continue eating well beyond his limits. Even after his massive belly would fill a whole sidewalk, and his indigested gorge would prod him from the inside like needles poking a balloon, his stomach would still demand further feeding. He would squint his eyes or avert his gaze at all the temptations around him, but alas, he’d fall into temptation. Dragging himself with his own two arms or passing out in a food induced coma, the poodle would be left struggling with a towering-sloshing burden, unable to return home until the next sunrise. 

It was equally difficult to avoid over-overeating while he was with friends, the worst of whom was his best friend Brittany. Bullied for her weight during high school, the poodle helped the young wolf to learn self acceptance, helping her to be herself without fear or judgment. As her confidence grew, so did her appetite, causing her to develop a deep joy for ravenously eating anything and everything she could get her paws on. On multiple occasions visiting Collin’s apartment, she’d clear out his fridge and pantries of any and all edibles like a rampaging tornado. When out, she would often encourage him to keep eating, regardless of whether or not he could hold another bite. But overall, she was good company; an excellent eating buddy, and fellow enjoyer of music and movies. 

Coincidentally, the movie theater Brittany worked at had just released a new sci-fi flick they were interested in seeing. Collin’s plan was simple enough: enjoy the Gainborday specials at a nearby barbeque restaurant an hour before the premiere, waddle down to the theater, enjoy the movie with loads of discounted concessions, then take the bus back to her apartment. Ideally, she would be ready by the time the poodle arrived at her place. But the wolf was notoriously lazy, and often missed appointments and plans aside from arriving to dinner on time.

To make up for this, Collin arrived at her apartment complex half an hour earlier than he originally planned. He walked up the stairs to the second floor, giving himself what bit of exercise he could to better handle his immense girth. Opening the unlocked front door to her unit, he was instantly met with the stink of french fries and wrappers stuck with melted cheese and soaked with grease and condiments. Empty bags of fast food and cups of soda littered the kitchen counter, table, and part of the floor, trailing over to the living room. Plain tanned curtains covered the balcony doors and windows, keeping most sunlight from coming in. Brittany lay sprawled out on the carpeted living room floor, possibly having fallen off while snoring away in a deep sleep, with her left leg still propped atop of the couch. Being every bit as massive as the poodle, her stomach burbled softly with digestion. 

Like a housekeeper, the poodle picked up the surrounding trash, stuffing it all in an already filled kitchen waste bin. He then opened up a cupboard, taking from inside it an unopened plastic bag of chocolate chip cookies. At the sound of the fresh adhesive seal tearing open, the wolf’s ears perked up. She snorted, blinking her eyes and groaning from the fatigue of having to move. 

“Good morning big girl,” said the poodle, “have yourself a good sleep?”

The wolf languidly turned her head toward the poodle, squinting her eyes at the sight of him smugly eating her snacks. “Oh, hey. Are those…my cookies you’re eating?”

“They are, but come on, you owe me for clearing my pantries out the last time you came over.” 

“Really? Could have sworn I paid you back for those.” Brittany laid her head back down on the carpet, letting out a tired yawn. “What day is it?”

“Thursday, remember? We were supposed to go to the movies today to watch ‘Dessert Planet 2’.”

“Oh…yeah. Kinda forgot all about the first one.”

“Space explorers crash land onto a planet made entirely of desserts, and they have to fix their ship or be stuck there forever.” 

“Didn’t it end with the main guy like…gobbling up that entire village of gummy people, and the gingerbread kingdom locked him up in their castle or something?”

“Yup, and now he has to eat his way out of there and reunite with his crew before they’re fed to the cake dragon.”

Brittany’s belly produced a low grumble. Grinning, she lovingly rubbed at her soft-tanned furred gut. “Mmm, that doesn’t sound so bad to me. I’d just gobble up that cake dragon from the inside.”

“Well the rest of the crew aren’t gluttons like the main character is.”

“Yeah, lucky him. Mmff, he got sooo fat by the end of the first movie. Like, he could barely even walk with that gummy village in his gut. Gosh…that was one well fed german shepard.” 

Collin finished the bag of cookies, tossing it in the waste bin. “Speaking of well fed, you chowing on some burgers before we even go out?”

“Nah, those were from Tuesday. Slosh Burger had their buy two doubles get one free promotion, so I just had to snag a bunch. Must have spent all of yesterday sleeping it off.”

“How swell. Well now that you’ve gotten your beauty sleep, you mind getting off the floor so we can go? The movie starts in an hour and a half.”

“What’s the rush,” Brittany crossed her arms behind her head, “we still got plenty of time. Chill here for a bit. Heck, let's recap by watching some of the first movie even.” 

“That’d be fine, if you weren’t such a slow walker. Also, unlike you, I don’t have a belly full of burgers still digesting, just your cookies. And most importantly, you’ve somehow forgotten, today is Gainborday.” 

“Gainborday,” the wolf shot up with alertness.

“Yes,” the poodle slyly grinned, “Gainborday. One of the few times a year when a wolf gal can really glut-glut-glut. There’s this barbeque restaurant on the way to the theater I know you’ll love. So get your butt off the floor, let's head on down, stuff ourselves silly, then head to the theater for a movie and tons of snacks.”

Brittany’s mouth began dripping with a fountain of drool. “We can get twice as many snacks with my employee discount.” 

“Exactly. We’ll be so overglutted and overgorged, even the fat fur seats will have a hard time fitting us.” 

“Don’t tell me anymore,” her eye’s burst open with glee, “I’m going!”

Wiping the drool from her mouth, Brittany grunted and groaned just to pick herself off the floor. Collin waddled his way over to help her up. She immediately dashed to her bedroom, surprisingly spry for such a big canine, and when motivated by food. The poodle smiled, ever amused by her fervent love of eating, and its ability to get her moving. She grabbed her apartment keys and wallet from her room. Quickly combing up her head fur, the globular pair walked out the door, out the building, and toward the direction of downtown.

Along the way to their destination, the poodle and wolf passed a multitude of vendor carts, trucks, and furs selling food from the back of their vehicles. Convenience stores displayed large colorful ads for discounted drinks, specials on snacks, and hot and ready food bundled together for the hungry fur on the go. The fat populace of Furtana were out in force, parading their girth around while carrying with them heaps of food. Groups of friends flocked together from vendor to vendor, as if visiting each and every house for candy on Halloween night. Feeders carried food by paw or by cart for their foodees, and even chubby furs were getting into the Gainborday spirit for their first time. The city was rife with hedonistic happiness, while Collin anxiously trembled every step of the way. 

The smells, the munching sounds, the sloshing of bellies, and the decadent allure of food around every corner barraged his senses like a horde of mosquitoes buzzing around his floppy ears. Sweat dripped from his brow as he fought diligently to avert his gaze from any and all distractions. He knew if he were to give into the slightest temptation, he would become sucked into eating at every venue he and Brittany came across, and they’d never reach their destination. The reservation he made at the restaurant was made months in advance, and it wasn’t cheap by any means. He kneaded at his neck floof, rubbing its velvety silk-like fur against his plump cheeks to calm him down. After enjoying a heavy meal at the restaurant, he’d be better able to combat his stomach’s badgering needs. 

Brittany was no help at all, quickly buying up shish kebabs, churros, hot dogs, and other food cart foods they walked by, offering some to the poodle right to his face. He politely refused however, blowing a long sigh of relief the moment their destination came within view. Laverne’s Smokehouse and BBQ was the name of the establishment. A line of furs trailed out the door and onto the sidewalk, eager for a taste of the delicious plant protein delicacies that waited inside. Collin was thankful to bypass the line and be seated right away. Other equally large fat furs feasted on juicy burgers, tri tip sandwiches, thick steaks, buckets of wings, tall platters of barbeque chicken, and smoked sausages, ribs, and ham. Each of them wore a mesmerized look of satisfaction on their faces, leaning back in their seats and allowing their immense bellies to pour out in front of them. Satiated guests leaving the restaurant leaned onto each other for balance just to make their way toward the exit: belching, groaning, and dragging their engorged furry stomachs along the floor. 

Collin couldn’t help but somewhat blush, flustered by the thought of he and Brittany leaving in that same fashion, only to continue glutting themselves while reclining in a wide-heavy duty fat fur designed theater chair, still snacking away. 

Taking their seats near the back of the restaurant, the pair were served a hefty mug of their favorite drinks and a heaping bowl of cheese bread. After ordering their feast, they munched away at their appetizers. Collin’s belly loudly grumbled with appreciation, happy at finally having something to digest. 

“Why’d you skip out on breakfast,” asked Brittany, “that poor thing sounds like an angry alligator.” 

“I didn’t have much time,” Collin gave his belly a hearty pat, “believe me, I would have eaten something, but since you didn’t answer my calls, I had to get down to your place right away. You’d still be sleeping if I picked you up at the regular time, and we’d have even less time to eat here before the movie started.” 

“You still think we’ll be able to make it? If the goal is to look like the fatties waddling out of here, that’s a whole lot of meat for us to get through.” 

“Oh we’ll make it. The way you and I eat, an hour is more than enough time to finish. Even while stuffed, it's just a fifteen minute walk to the theater, which gives us time to order our snacks, take our seats, and stuff our faces all before the trailers start playing. Trust me, Brit, I got it all planned out.” 

The fat poodle took a quaff of his vanilla root beer, licking the foam from his confident smile. The two had eaten their way through three large bowls of cheese bread before their feast finally arrived. Served on a platter spanning the length of the table, towering mounds of meat reached above their heads, steaming and dripping with succulent juices. The heat caused the fur on their faces to moisten, trickling droplets of water from their foreheads down to their plush cheeks, dripping with the drool cascading from their mouths. It was a heavenly sight to a starving fur, and only the first of many courses during their time there. 

Wrapping a large bib around his neck to protect his floof, Collin licked his chops and dove into his first real meal of the day. He grabbed at heaping portions of barbeque chicken and skirt steak with his paws, shoving the volley ball sized mound into his gaping maw. He muffled through his stuffed cheeks, murmuring with pleasure as his teeth bared down, gushing a fountain of flavorful juices down his gullet. Having spent the morning hungry, the euphoria of eating a proper meal caused his stomach to become fully aroused, like hot coals stoking a steam powered engine. 

Tearing, gulping, and burping, the pair gorged through their first platter in rapid fashion. Servers were instantly at their table to bring over another, complete with baskets of fries, baked potatoes, and extra drinks. The overindulgence reflected well on their waistlines, stretching wider than their seats, which were just as long as the table itself. Their bellies poured themselves onto the floor, having ample enough table space underneath to fill out. The restaurant was certainly built with fat furs in mind, giving its clients the means to comfortably fatten up over the course of their stay. 

Sloppily grinning, the blubbery poodle huffed in order to reach for further food. A deluge of ribs, steaks, bacon, and side dishes roiled and glorped from within his cavernous light gray belly, causing his softly padded fur on the surface to wobble. He grunted to adjust himself on his seat, briefly hoisting up his blubbery rear before crashing it back down with a heavy thud. Once he finished a platter halfway, he lifted it closer to his chest, gathering what remained with both his paws and pushing it all into his mouth. Juice and sauce would drip down the corners of his lips, while his neck craned backwards like a bird just to swallow everything down. Afterwards, he’d let loose a husky moan, delighted by the sudden growth of his bulging love handles, thickening arms and legs, and the vibrant activity that went on in his cave-like stomach. 

Twelve platters and several dozen appetizers and drinks had each passed through Collin’s and Brittany’s lips. Both wolf and poodle murmured with the utmost satisfaction, leaning back in their chairs and looking up to the ceiling. Collin gave his bulk some much needed rubs; his eyes fluttered at the touch of his digits squishing deep into his ample lard. Looking at a nearby clock, he smiled at the time. Even he was surprised they finished eating ten minutes earlier than expected. Looking to Brittany, he gave his gut a heavy smack, squelching it at the impact of his paw. 

“What I, oourp, tell ya? Finished with time to spare.”

“I’ll give it to ya, hooourp, guh, you picked a heck of a restaurant, pooch. I haven’t felt, urp, this stuffed for a good minute. Shame we finished everything so soon.” 

“Well, our second feast, orp, is just a couple blocks away. Come on, lets go, hmmf, while we can still…move.” 

Both animals groaned with exertion, pushing against the table just to heave themselves up to a standing position. A landslide of food churned in their stomachs as they arched their backs as best they could. They shuffled around the table, meeting each other and wrapping their lush arms around one another for support. Their bellies distended several feet in front of them, ebbing and flowing one against the other in a hypnotic dance of brown and gray. Collin’s cheeks flushed red at the feeling, elated by how heavy they both were, the twin beds of fat in front of them, and the size of their girth squishing together from their hips to the rolls of fat pooling around their necks. 

Outside, all the surrounding food was no longer invasive to Collin’s thoughts as they previously were. No longer starved for gluttony, he was better able to focus on other things, like his sloshing gut, the feeling of his wobbling blubber, and the near immobility he and Brittany would share inside the theater. Far in the distance, he could see Furtana’s public park across the street where, facing it on his side of the road, was the movie theater itself. He was eager to laze around in recliners as wide as  truck beds after this short walk, wondering if his overgorged state would simply cause him to pass out while in the middle of the movie. 

“Dude, check it out,” Brittany gasped, “that place is selling ice cream by the barrel!” 

Collin’s ears and nose twitched as he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. “Did you say…barrels?”

“Yeah, look. Buy two barrels, hic, get one free. Heck, we could totally chug some down. Several even.” 

“Uh…w-w-we can get ice cream at the theater.” 

“Not by the barrel fulls. Ummf, just think of how fat we’d get after like…ten of them.” 

“They’re-uh-probably not even that big anyway. It’s not a big deal.” 

“You’re not even looking. Look, see?”

Feeling Brittany’s paw squish at his cheeks, she forcibly turned his head in the direction of the ice cream parlor. He shut his eyes almost immediately, but the brief glimpse he took was just enough to coax him to look again. Like Brittany said, there was a large poster displayed in front of a pink ice cream parlor, with images of white plastic barrels containing different flavors of ice cream. A group of three furs lined around the alley, where a fat calico cat carted out a barrel for each of them. The furs lifted the barrels with arduous effort, gulping down their contents like chugging drinks at a party. Their bellies oozed outward, hanging lower and swelling like a balloon filling with water. They then waddled off after finishing, arms outstretched and teetering on their footpaws, ice cream trickling down their satisfied faces. 

Collin licked his lips, chest pounding and butterflies forming inside his stomach. “B-b-but…we have to get to…the theater.” 

“You said we finished eating lunch early, right? Come on, pooch.” Brittany patted his glorping gut, “what’s several barrels of ice cream to this massive gut? You need a fat fur sized bathtub of desserts to wash all that meat down. You know you want it. Listen to that belly gurgle.” 

Collin grew terribly flustered, seeing the wolf’s toothy grin and having her squish and wobble his blubbery belly. He bit his lip, looking between her, the parlor’s alley, and the sidewalk leading to the theater. His chest raced, breath grew heavy, and the fur running down his blubbery back stood on end; even the poof ball on his tiny tail wagged back and forth. ‘

“Oh…fine,” said the poodle, “ice cream does sound good.”

“Heck yeah it does. Come on, before someone gets in front of us.” 

Crossing the street, the pair made their way over to the parlor’s alley. The fat calico whistled in admiration, happy to see them. 

“Hello there,” said the cat, “happy Gainborday. I was hoping to get some ‘real’ customers soon. What can I get you two?”

Collin tapped at his double chin. “I guess…six barrels each will do.” 

“Make it ten,” said the wolf, “We’re looking to glut ourselves silly.” 

“Ten barrels,” said the calico, “impressive. I might be able to close early today. That’s five extra barrels for free. Any particular flavors?”

“Nah, me and my pal here, we’ll eat everything.” 

“Hehe, I believe it. We’ll bring it out right away, enjoy.” 

The poodle was taken aback by Brittany increasing their order, but looking at her expression, he could see she was in a voracious state of mind. From the back room of the parlor, the calico and another feline employee wheeled out fifteen white plastic barrels of ice cream. The blubbery duo then paid up and began their feast, with Collin being the tiniest bit apprehensive. He lifted a barrel onto his gut and up to his face, biting off the cap putting his mouth over the hole. He was lucky to have selected cookies and cream as his first flavor, and like drinking a soothing tonic, his apprehension melted away into a state of gluttonous bliss. 

His ears twitched at the rich husky sounds of his gulping. The texture of the ice cream filling his mouth was firm enough to keep shape, but soft enough to mold under his tongue and between his cheeks. Its coolness as it slithered down his gullet caused him to pause briefly, huffing a breath of pleasure through his nostrils before continuing. Each mouthful splashed in his crowded belly, causing it to push itself outward an inch at a time the larger it grew. When a barrel was finished, he’d groan with satisfaction, giving his gut a proud pat with both paws before grabbing another. 

Barrel after barrel, the ice cream weaved its magic to create a veritable pair of lardaceous furs. The wolf and poodle grew wider than the front of the ice cream truck parked inside of the alley. Their burgeoning thighs swelled with blubber, propping up their couch filling rumps and curvaceous hips. Their bellies became more blob-like in their visage, spilling out in all directions and rippling with their movements. A ring of neck fat soon formed around their fat faces, seating their heads comfortably among their broad bodies. 

Finished with over half of his barrels, the poodle began to really feel the effects of his overeating. His monstrous belly was a giant mound of sloshing and glorping fur, stretching several feet in front of him and big around like a wrecking ball. He towered over the furs that served him, belching and groaning just to reach for his next barrel. His gluttony churned around like a giant washing machine, echoing down the alleyway with its incessant guttural noises. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth; his catatonic levels of fullness left him both in great pleasure and great labor. But his greedy belly egged him onward, burbling for more calories and more fat. 

Upon finishing his fifteenth barrel, he collapsed atop of his otherworldly stomach, which now nearly reached up to his chest. The light gray fur of his belly had widened larger than his black furred waistline and hips, forming a wall of bubbling fur in front of him. He partially sunk into its softness, moaning at his crushing weight bearing down on such a full gut. Dazed and sloppily grinning, he caressed his abundant lard, grabbing heaps of furry fat in his paws before releasing and letting it jiggle in place. 

“Oooogh, gosh I feel so, hic, huge. That really was, buuuraaap, quite the glut, eh Brit? Huff...Brittany?”

Lifting his head, Collin’s half shut eyes jolted wide open at the sight of his friend. Now visibly fatter than he was, the wolf guzzled down two ice cream barrels simultaneously, gulping down huge globs that bulged from her neck. Droplets spilled from the corners of her mouth, staining the fur on her robust chest and belly. A torrent of sloshing erupted from her gut, violently wobbling from the rapid intake of ice cream. The poodle’s cheeks flushed a bright crimson, dumbfounded and hot and bothered by her voracity, and her blimping corpulence.

“Bwooooorp, uugh, more,” the wolf huskily sighed, letting the empty barrels roll off her gelatinous mass. “Need, hic, more…”

The calico gathered the empty barrels back on his cart. “I’m afraid that’s all we have available. You two did a fine job cleaning out the old stock. Feel free to come back anytime. Happy Gainborday!” 

The cat left into the building, leaving the blobby pair to hiccup and groan amongst themselves. Brittany heaved a content sigh, giggling with glee while shaking her jello-like body with her meaty paws. 

“That’s a, hic, shame. I could have, unf, glutted down, oourp, way more ice cream.” 

Collin wryly smiled, flustered by the wolf’s abundant flab jiggling his own. “W-well, nmf, we spent some of our money, so we can’t, hic, buy as many snacks at the theater. And judging by how, orp, huge we are, we’ll probably miss some of the trailers, huff, by the time we get there. But we can still make it, hic, if we hurry right now.” 

Brittany nodded her head, looking down at the poodle among a bed of rolls and jiggling fat. As they turned to face the end of the alley, their backs were pressed against the walls of the two buildings, and their bellies squished against one another. Being the fatter canine, Brittany’s gut managed to overlap the poodle’s. Its constant sloshing pushed his belly up to his face, momentarily pinning him against the wall before pushing itself back. He could feel the wolf’s indigested gorge churning inside her, kneading at his own belly like numerous paws playing with his thick layers of blubber. It immensely pleasured the both of them, causing them to guiltily take their time in squeezing their way out onto the sidewalk. 

Once free, they continued their walk, with Brittany once more placing a thick arm around Collin’s shoulder. The poodle now held the burden of helping to drag his fat friend along, dealing with her increase in weight while his face squished against her side rolls. It was hard enough to budge his own blob of a body, let alone hers while her footpaws could barely lift themselves off the floor, buried under stacks of lard. They moved so slow, he began to wonder if Brittany was moving at all or just lazily dragging her feet. 

“I’m gunna need, oof, a little more help, hic, big girl…”

“Hic, sorry. I’m just, uff, thinking about, oogh, what to eat next.”

“Can’t it wait, hic, till we get, hnng, to the theater? You’re hard to move, oof, as is.” 

“I know, hic, it's amazing. Just becoming, oogh, a total blob, hic, of a fur. Overwhelmed, urp, with lard…and blubber. Enough to…fill up a room, hic, or demolish a bus. I just need, hmmf, to get to that point. Oh…Collin, hic, look at that.” 

Squishing his head with her arm flab, she faced him in the direction of a nearby parking lot. Parked in the center were two large tanker trucks, and on the side of their tanks, a banner advertising their Gainborday special. 

“Tube feeding trucks,” spoke Brittany, elated and exhausted by her overgorged state. “What a perfect way, hic, to top off our gaining.”

Collin couldn’t tell if his sweating was due to hauling Brittany or the temptation of joining her in a tube truck toast. “B-b-but, Brittany…I don’t know if our stomach’s, hic, can handle it.” 

“Our stomachs can handle, hic, anything. Come on, pooch,” the wolf leaned over him, patting his gut with a broad paw, “one more feast…to make this belly, hic, the mountain of lard it was meant to be.”

Feeling incredibly full, barely able to move, and struggling to help his friend to walk, the idea weighed as heavily on the poodle as his own blubber. He even tried burying his face in her arm fat just to avoid eye contact. But the wolf’s constant playing of his blubbery gut and tantalizing words caused him to quiver with arousing anxiety. 

“Just think, hic, of all that constant gulping, like you’re drinking yourself out of a swimming pool of butter. Your belly just continuing to swell, hic, pooling around you until you’re a giant-wobbling mound of fur and lard. Every hiccup, hic, causing you to shake, like you’re one big pile of pudding. Feeling so unbelievably stuffed, you feel like one more mouthful, hic, will cause you to burst. Your paws barely being able to reach over all that blubber and—.” 

“Okay, we’re going,” Collin heaved a disgruntled sigh, “oooh, why do you do this to me, hic, Brit?”

“I’m just looking out for ya. Come on, who’s your wolf? Your belly will be thanking me when we’re done.” 

Collin scowled at the wolf’s smirking smile, reluctant to admit she was undoubtedly right. It further irked him at how much more mobile she suddenly became now that further gluttony was in sight. Entering the parking lot, the pair fell onto their bellies in front of the twin trucks, huffing for breath. The two weasel vendors greeted them and informed them that both tanks were only at a quarter capacity. 

“It’s been a busy day,” said one of the weasels, “plenty of customers like yourselves wanting a sip. But trust me, a quarter of a tanker will fill the two of you up nice and hearty.” 

“Hic, we’ll take them,” said Brittany, “what flavors are they?”

“Cookie dough and cake batter.”

“Mmff, cookies for my friend, and I’ll take the cake.” 

Paying up, the weasels attached clean tubes to both tanker nozzles. Additionally, after putting the tubes into Collin and Brittany’s mouths, they wrapped their muzzles with thick rubber bands to prevent the tubes from slipping out. Upon pulling a latch on both tanks, the tubes swelled with their contents, like snakes having gorged themselves on a group of lemmings. 

Taking his first gulp, the poodle was taken aback by how much the glob of cookie dough filled his mouth. Each glob pushed against the other in rapid succession, bulging his throat and filling his chest. They landed inside his stomach like cannon balls, splashing amongst his indigested gorge and pounding against his stomach’s inner lining. Eating the endless stream of dough brought him a degree of discomfort, but his addled mind worked its manipulation, finding the pleasure in feeling so uncomfortably full, yet purposefully engorging himself even more. 

Collin would wince with each gulp, but blush at how his body fattened before his very eyes. His belly raised him higher off the ground, making his footpaws struggle to remain touching the floor. His limbs grew thicker and heavier to move around, with just raising a footpaw to adjust himself nearly throwing him off balance. His belly became a thunderstorm of churning, like a giant bubbling stew he could feel roiling under his fur. His back and shoulders grew broader, his height taller, and even his floof became somewhat buried under his enlarging neck fat. 

For twenty straight minutes, the pair chugged until the tankers were finally empty. As the weasels said, even a quarter of each tank’s contents managed to blob them up well. Collin laid atop of his gray mountainous belly, moaning with great exertion. As gluttonous as he was, he had never reached such a point as now where both pleasure and regret were on equal footing. He felt as if each belch or hiccup pulled his gluttony into his throat, and the added pressure poked at his stomach like pins and needles. While he whined, however, his tail couldn’t help but wag. The hedonistic stupor of the feast, and the thought of what a hog he had been, was enough to form a sloppy-but defeated-grin on his face. 

With great effort, the poor poodle was forced to both drag himself along the floor, and roll his wolf companion with him, like a dung beetle moving its home. Brittany had become at her body’s mercy, so impossibly engorged she could barely raise her fat arms, along with her footpaws being enveloped by her legs. She moaned with bliss, rolling sideways while feeling the day’s gorge violently tumbling around; her pooling fat squishing against her plump cheeks, while newly formed rolls squished and squeezed against one another. 

Collin’s tiresome journey finally came to an end once they entered the park. Other furs who enjoyed a filling Gainborday likewise rested among the fields of grass, tall trees, and sturdy benches along the stone walkways. A large fountain decorated the center of the park, depicting the city’s founders standing together, a tiger and a fairly large raccoon both holding up a key. At night, the fountain would light up, along with other lights on the trail among the various flowerbeds, giving the park a sense of color. 

The wolf and poodle laid on their backs side by side under the partial shade of a tree. Collin shut his eyes and caught his breath, while Brittany bit her lip at the mountain of tanned furred corpulence looming over her. Raising her flabby arm, she gave the poodle’s belly a pat, barely managing to push it, causing it to undulate on its own. Both their corpulent masses wobbled from left to right, one pushing against the other in a symphony of thick-rich-boisterous sloshing. Huffing and pleasurably murmuring, it felt like numerous paws were massaging them from the inside. 

“Oooogh, holy…huff,” sighed the poodle, “I feel…like I’m, hic-hilp, gunna explode, oooff.” 

“I know,” the wolf grinned, “isn’t it, hic-hilp, great? You know what…they say, mmmfff, no pain, hic-hilp, no gain…”

“Hic-hilp, still…I don’t know why…I let you, uuugh, push me…this far.”

“You know you…like it. Come on, hic-hilp, feast your eyes…on all that…wonderful, hmmff, poodle pudge, hehe.” 

Collin opened his eyes, blinking the blurriness from his vision. With a wry smile, he blushed at the enormity of his mound of gray sloshing fur, blocking off all view in front of him; paired alongside Brittany’s own belly, they were like two scoops of ice cream rubbing together. He gently caressed at his soft blubber, feeling his indigested gorge shifting around underneath his paw. His belly sloshed itself partly over his chest when he pushed it, before wobbling back into place. Infatuated by its girth, he rubbed and patted it until he could no longer hold up the weight of his arm. 

Lifting his other arm, he placed his paw onto the wolf’s shoulder, giving it a few gentle pats. “Hic-hilp, you’re crazy, Brit. But I’ll, orp, hand it to ya. You know how to show a glutton, hic-hilp, a good time.” 

“Hehe, well, hic-hilp, I had a good teacher.”

The two canines closed their eyes, basking in the rewards of their fullness. The noisy glorping and blorping of their bellies soothed them to restfulness, like a choir of chirping crickets. Their muffled hiccups continued to shake their bodies, giving them pleasing inner massages to help them relax even better. It had been another successful Gainborday year, setting a new milestone to surpass for the both of them. 

“You know,” said Brittany, “even though we didn’t, hic-hilp, catch the movie, I can imagine…the main guy, huff, felt like this…at the end of it.” 

“You’re probably, hic-hilp, right. I guess next year…we’ll see, oogh, how he feels…in part three.”