Lunch By Lupine, for Toner. A tale of big meals, their effects, and of the sheer joy of wilful gluttony. There was a loud rapping sound on Lupine's old wooden back door as someone vigorously applied their paw to the wrought iron knocker, and then the knocker to the door. It sounded like someone hitting a half-empty keg of drink, and it echoed with a welcoming sound around the kitchen beyond the door. The grey wolf carefully replaced the lid on the saucepan he'd been stirring, nudged it over onto a lower heat, dusted off floury paws and went to answer it. No one should have been particularly surprised to find him in the kitchen, or cooking. In fact, taking in the sight of him waddling so heavily to the door, they should have been particularly not surprised. At 5'10" tall, weighing about 600lbs-ish (he could never see the scale properly), Lupine was a real butterball of a wolf. Huge. A serious fatso. Canis lupus maximus. Gone was the lithe, in-curving torso typical of his species, replaced by a wide, joggling, pear shaped bulk swathed in dense, shaggy fur that bulged irrepressibly outwards. His great grey tummy amply filled his lap like a medicine ball when sitting, and slowed him to a waddle when walking. Thick juicy love handles had ripened around his rotund sides, fading away into the wall of his adipose-broadened back. Strong, powerfully muscled hindquarters were now massively chubby legs, his thighs forcing them wide apart. Belly and legs were connected by an economy-sized rear, which was making a spirited attempt to swallow his tail. Moving up, his frame narrowed slightly around the chest. However, this only served to accentuate his middle's girth. His chest was fat in its own right: furs with a long reach could just about get their arms around it, but often not. Chubby pectorals merged almost seamlessly into the top of his belly, their twin bulges crammed between his shoulders, which his weight had somehow contrived to widen as well. Plump, sausage-like arms were cradled in rolls around his shoulders similar to those swaddling Lupine's neck like a particularly thick muffler. Lambent gold eyes and a friendly grin in a mask of white fur that stretched from his eyebrows to his collarbone complimented big, fat cheeks and a slightly padded face. He was grinning now as he reached the door: only friends knew to come round the back. Besides, he was expecting this friend. It was the reason he was cooking. Once his fat paws had fumbled with the lock, the door swung inwards to reveal a tall, chubby husky in baggy blue shorts. He was 6'7" tall, the top of his head just lower than the doorframe. Lupine's grin widened, and Toner grinned back, tail a-wagging. "Hi, Lupine. Hope I'm not too early for lunch." "Not at all." The fat wolf laughed and mock-bowed, inviting Toner inside. "Erf- Please come in." Toner stifled a chuckle. The 'Erf' obviously hadn't been intended, but had been forced out by Lupine trying to compress his gut enough to bend forwards. He appeared to be having a little trouble keeping himself that compressed, too. Toner nimbly stepped inside, having to squeeze a little to get around his round pal. Lupine's stomach pushed him upright again, and the two good friends hugged companionably. They broke off, and Toner grinned mischievously. "You've put on weight, Wolf." He reached down and patted Lupine's belly, his paw sinking in and bouncing out again elastically. Lupine made a pleased sound in his throat as his belly joggled sluggishly, his own paws vaguely tracing over its surface. "Yeah, I guess I have." Then he let his eyes scan over Toner's white-and-grey body. The husky weighed in at about 350lbs. He definitely didn't look very fat, with long, sturdy legs, fairly broad shoulders and square frame. But if you looked at his shorts, a soft paunch stretched both his white underside and them. It poked out above the waistband by an inch or 2, not enough to spill down over it, but getting there. You could also see that a soft roll of grey flab spilled out at his sides and around his back, broadening his lower torso out a little. Lupine grinned up at Toner in return, and gently squeezed a pawful of that roll. "So have you, Husky, so have you. You're getting kind of fat." Toner laughed and hugged Lupine again, blushing a bit. Compared to the sumo-wolf in front of him, he was downright skinny. But it was just playful: they'd each seen the other bigger than this before. Both of them loved fatness on furs, be it themselves or others. That was how they'd come across each other, and a firm friendship had grown up around it. They took shameless, blameless pleasure in exploring their weights, the feel and heft of their bodies, delving into warm, snuggly creases and deep, mysterious bellybuttons. And they had on occasion put more weight on themselves or the other by various means, to their mutual delight. There were sofas, fridges, and a few paddling pools, that would never be the same again. The large wolf smiled and waddled further into the kitchen, Toner following. He was hit by a delicious, jangling mix of scents, hanging in the air like fog. He gaped around the warm, stuffy room, taking in the jumble of pots and pans on the range, the oven full of trays and tantalising shapes, the fresh loaves on the side and the other almost industrially-scaled culinary preparations that he had interrupted. Every surface seemed to be full of something edible. His mouth began to water a nanosecond later. "Wh-whats all this, Wolf?" Lupine saw the husky's almost dazed expression, and snickered. "What do you think it is? It's lunch!" Toner blinked in astonishment. "Wow. I didn't realise you were going to be THAT hungry." Lupine's appetite was amazing: he'd seen it in action a few times, and some of the gluttony he had witnessed was almost terrifying in its totality. Lupine grinned wryly and poked Toner in the stomach. "Hey! I'll have you know I always cook a big meal when I've got friends coming round for lunch. And they get more than their fair share." His grin became more playful again. "No furson has gotten up from one of my meals without being at least twice as heavy as when they sat down." Toner chuckled at that: it was probably true, too. Lupine saw the smile, and his grin widened. He spoke, half to himself, "And I think I'll make a special effort with that today." But Toner wasn't listening: his nose had dragged him over to the stove, and he lifted the lid of the saucepan Lupine had been stirring. He was engulfed in a cloud of savoury steam, and the sugary aroma of caramelising onions wafted up his nose. His taste buds swooned. The husky moaned softly, leaning in to get a look at whatever this was. Lupine batted the lid from his paws, deftly inserting himself between the husky and the range in a smooth motion that belied his bulk and spoke of much practice. This forced Toner several feet from the cooking with a sound effect best described as gloop. The husky put a hurt expression on his muzzle, but his rebuke was forestalled as his nose dragged him over to another simmering pot that was cooling on the side. This one sizzled with hot butter and red wine, the mixed smells winding intoxicatingly around him. "Oh no!" Chubby arms wrapped round the husky and extracted him. Toner wriggled around in the grasp and looked down at Lupine, his body crammed against the wolf's. Lupine gave him a mock-stern look, spoilt by his muzzle twitching up at the edges. "It's not ready yet: we don't want you losing your appetite." Toner grinned mischievously, slipping his paws around the fat wolf's sides and squeezing. He watched as the golden eyes widened in realisation at the same time as those chubby knees wobbled weakly. A long, happy noise rumbled up from Lupine's depths even as he scrabbled to now extract himself from the bear-hug. Toner held on, squeezing harder and beginning to skritch. There was an easy way around Lupine: through his stomach. He shifted his weight into Lupine's body, working his paws in large, tingling circles. The wolf's tongue lolled out in a blissful smile around the pleased sounds, his ears twitching. The shift of weight pushed his unresisting body into reverse, until he was fetched up against a sideboard. Toner carried on rubbing the furry flesh under his paws, whining and gazing down hopefully at him with big, pleading eyes. "Aww... please Wolf? Not even just a teeny-weeny taste of everything? Husky's soo hungry, and Wolf cooks everything so well..." Lupine whimpered, leaning back and struggling to resist, his eyes shut. The goofy grin was still plastered over his muzzle. Toner pressed his paws deep into that warm, heavy flab, and Lupine yelped in pleasure, now pinned bonelessly, practically being held up by the husky's paws. Smiling, Toner leaned in a little more and murred temptingly, "Give in, Wolf. You know you want to. Husky wants food now." Lupine's paw desperately reached behind him and found a freshly-baked loaf of bread. Opening one eye, he whipped it back and pushed the end into Toner's gaping jaws. The husky faltered in mid- wheedle, eyes bulging in surprise and his paws releasing Lupine momentarily. He took his chance and pressed forwards, squeezing Toner around his own generous waistline. The husky's blue eyes glazed slightly as he stumbled back, and he murred contentedly around the large mouthful of fresh white bread he was now chewing. Lupine laughed, muzzle still pressed against Toner's warm chest, and lightly skritched the husky's plump sides. "Now, I wouldn't let a good friend like you go hungry, would I?" His eyes glowed with warmth, and he released Toner. "There's a whole ton of nibbles in the other room to keep you going." Toner's eyes widened in delight even as he munched on the rest of the sizeable loaf. On top of the main course? It looked like this was going to be one big lunch, even by his canine eating-machine companion's standards. Luckily, he'd taken the sensible precaution of skipping breakfast. "So you go and stave off starvation whilst I finish up lunch. I'll only be 15 minutes or so." Smiling, Lupine transferred his grip to around Toner's back and waist and politely escorted him through into the dining room. At the same time, he scooped up a few more loaves of bread and plonked them in the husky's arms. Toner was led very willingly, the delicious yeasty smell of bread filling his nose. They went into the spacious room, Toner once more noting the unusual width of the doors in Lupine's home. It had obviously been built with the ease and comfort of 'larger scale' furs in mind: big doors for big statures, wide seats for wide seats, and plenty of 'growing room' all over. Toner had been in this particular room a couple of times before, ensconced in front of the roaring hearth where there was a pile of massive cushions, usually with some kind of snack in paw. Today the hearth wasn't lit, but large leaded windows made the room light and airy. Half of it was dominated by Lupine's dining table. It was only laid for 2 people, but you could probably sit 7 generously proportioned furs around it. The wealth of dishes already on it certainly looked enough for 7. The husky found his jaw dropping a bit. Lupine hadn't been far off when he'd said a ton of nibbles. The wolf waddled forward and pulled out a chair for him. It wasn't a normal dining chair, but big and padded on the seat, back and arms. Toner sat in it and felt lost: he took up less than half the room in it. Smiling playfully, Lupine petted him on the head even as he pulled the dishes closer to Toner. "Now, you be a good husky and eat up, ok? I'll be back soon with your meal." Toner grinned back and made a mock attempt to bite the paw petting him. Lupine retreated laughing to the kitchen. The husky gazed around him. There was a dish piled high with small sausages wrapped in bacon, another with cooked asparagus, 3 big bowls of dip, a whole platter of little mini-pizzas with different toppings, and some crab sticks. Plus the bread he'd been loaded up with, and a dish of soft butter. Grinning, Toner tried one of the sausages. It was good! Still warm, with the meat well seasoned inside. His tongue rolled it around his muzzle, tasting the smoky tang of the bacon as well as it broke up and almost dissolved. He whined in pleasure, and popped a couple more into his muzzle. They seemed to taste even better in pairs. The pizzas caught his eye next, and he plucked out one of each flavour: mellow cheese and tomato, with a deliciously salty anchovy; Hawaiian style with juicy pineapple and tasty ham; and spicy pepperoni with mushroom. Mmmm... they were all good, practically melting in his muzzle as they entered, dissolving into a sticky mess and garming him up with cheese, forcing him to chew for a good few minutes before he could swallow. He swallowed a lump of bread to clear his throat, then dunked lump another into one of the dips, the pink one, and swallowed that too. The rich smell that hit his nose told him what is was before he tasted it: prawn-cocktail. It coated the inside of his muzzle and seemed to sing with flavour. He knew what would go well with this. Toner loaded up some crab-sticks with the dip and polished them off, too, getting well into his stride. The hungry husky discovered that the other dips were a deliciously thick cream-cheese mixed with crispy bacon-bits and chives, and a strong Spanish dip that had more than a hint of garlic in it. He also found out that the asparagus was well cooked, but tasted a lot more if it was immersed in dip. And the sausages went well with all of the dips, even the prawn cocktail. You could go on eating them all day. And you could do a lot of interesting things with bread... Lupine peeped into the room to discover Toner, jaws agape, trying to bite into a temporary bread-pizza-sausage-pizza-bread-asparagus-Spanish dip-bread sandwich without losing any of it. There were already a couple of large stains on his muzzle. He'd just gotten a firm bite from it when he saw the wolf at the door, and blushed under his fur, hurriedly trying to swallow his crammed mouthful. Lupine laughed and waddled in. "You should try the Hawaiian with added crab-sticks and prawn-cocktail dip. That's always my favourite." Toner relaxed, trying hard not to laugh as he swallowed. He'd tried that a while back and it had been very good. The fat wolf surveyed the table, a pleased pumpkin-grin growing on his muzzle. "Wow. You weren't kidding about being hungry." Toner blinked at the table as he polished off the last of his sandwich. Had he done all that? Most of the dip was gone, the cheese and bacon bowl having been cleaned out with a hunk of bread. The last of the bread, no doubt. The remaining pizzas only just covered the surface of their plate, and the asparagus was beginning to look lonely. There was only one sausage left, rolling around the bottom of the dish. Dazed, he prodded his stomach. It gave a gurgle, content now that it had something inside it, but by no means full. The gurgle became more of a rumble as if to confirm that. But all of that food! He didn't look any bigger, either. Not really. "Where did I put it all?" He looked up at Lupine, who shrugged whilst grinning. "It must be that amazing appetite you brought with you. Besides, that kind of food never fills you up properly. Good job too." He leaned over deftly and gobbled down the last sausage with a smile. "Your main course is ready." Before Toner could respond, the chubby canine spun on his foot and trotted back out. He returned completely laden with plates and dishes, staggering beneath their weight. These he plonked unceremoniously on the table, and promptly brought out a second pile! Before the startled husky could utter a single exclamation of surprise, he was floored when the wolf produced a third wodge of edibles like a conjurer producing giant rabbits from a doll's hat. Toner gawped at the groaning table of food now arrayed in front of him, several of the dishes having to fight to stop themselves being forced over the edge. Even having seen the kitchen crammed with food, it hadn't prepared him for the sheer scale of this meal. It was Glutton Heaven. "Wolf!" he breathed, his eyes overawed by the vision whilst his stomach did a drum- roll of appreciation. Lupine grinned wickedly at him. "You sounded so hungry, I decided that I'd cook up a little extra for you to enjoy whilst you were sampling the entree." Toner's belly voiced its own thanks. He giggled, and then grinned up at Lupine. "What're we having then?" The wolf's warm smile broadened even further. "Seeing as we tend only to eat instant, highly-fattening junk food when we're together-" his paws appreciatively traced the bulging outline of his own belly and he winked "-I thought you'd appreciate some good old fashioned, not-so-instant highly fattening English home cooking instead. When it comes to stodge, there's nothing anyone can teach us." He picked up a serving spoon, and dished up a massive plateful of sliced meat, gravy, potatoes, runner beans, and strange yellow puff-pie batter things. "Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding." He explained gleefully as he filled up his own plate. "They're best if you let them soak up the gravy." Toner watched the steam rising off his food for a moment, then shut his eyes and breathed deeply, appearing to be offering up a prayer (possibly for seconds). He picked up his knife and fork and began to attack his helping with gusto. Lupine dug into his plateful, hungry himself after all that cooking. He paid full attention to his food for a while, as only a dedicated eater truly can. After a few moments, his ears picked up industrious smacks, gulps, and appreciative noises from the other side of the table. He surfaced and watched Toner wading into the beef, cutting off large chunks of the thick, rare slices. The meat was the most tender that he'd been able to find, with just enough chew and fat to be satisfying whilst at the same time disgorging juice and flavour in bucket-loads. The husky had a big grin on his face, and had already eaten half of the plateful. Smiling, Lupine kept an eye on him whilst they finished up. The potatoes were all swimming in salty butter, and had a fresh mint aftertaste to them, too. The Yorkshire puddings were obviously a great success: they were light and fluffy from the cooking, but solidified into thick, tasty, slightly greasy batter when chewed. Toner cut each of his 4 CD-sized puddings into quarters and mopped up the meat juice and gravy, making each mouthful rich and soggy. Once finished, he sat back with a satisfied noise, smiling at the empty plate. Lupine waved a paw at the serving dishes with his (briefly) empty fork. "Want seconds? There's plenty to finish up." Toner looked at them, and then the remaining heaped dishes indecisively. "Oh, I really shouldn't: I won't have room to try everything else." Lupine blinked at him, and Toner wavered. "But this is delicious..." he trailed off under Lupine's warm smile, then grinned greedily in return and refilled his plate, demolishing it at a similar speed. At the end he sat back further in his chair, his belly sending out warm, content signals as it filled. He patted his stomach idly, noting that it had pushed out just a little with those big helpings. He looked back up to find Lupine cutting into an enormous deep pie topped with flaky pastry. He proudly announced, "Steak and kidney pie with ale sauce: the pride of local pub lunches!" The salty, savoury steam vented out of the cut he'd just made and whooshed around Toner. The wolf levered practically an entire half of the pie onto Toner's plate, who felt moved to put in a tiny protest. "Wolf! Not too much, or I'll never be able to fit all of this in." He said it with a smile on his muzzle, but then shrugged almost helplessly into Lupine's returned grin and willingly tucked into the portion. The pie was just a pastry crust on top of a heap of meat and thick sauce. The steak was delicious, flavoured both by the kidney and the ale in the sauce, which was almost as thick as glue. He chewed and swallowed large mouthfuls, savouring the mixed texture of rough meat and smooth kidney, the pastry firm and flaky on the outside whilst all gooey and soft where the gravy had soaked in. He ate ravenously, pausing only a few times to drink a glass of icy-cold water in response to the salt in the food. Lupine obligingly kept his glass full, freeing him up for eating. It took the wolf a lot longer to finish his portion, having slowed considerably whilst watching Toner eat. Toner blushed a little when he saw how much Lupine had left. He'd eaten that helping a lot faster than he had meant to. "Sorry, I must have gobbled that." Lupine chuckled. "Nah. It's a compliment to the chef. You've got a very good appetite. I don't know many furs who can inhale a pie like that." He gave the husky a slightly admiring glance, making Toner grin again. Lupine saw the husky's paw creep up and lightly press on the side of his tummy, which was getting more prominent. The wolf gestured around at the ranks of dishes. "Please, eat up. I don't want to stand in its way." Gratified, Toner selected another dish at random and served himself. A pile of large sausages in a dark red-brown sauce spilled onto his plate. Lupine smiled and illuminated him. "Cumberland, Lancashire, Worcestershire and Aberdeen sausages in a red wine and onion sauce. Very tasty." Never able to resist sausages (it's a canine thing), Toner speared one and bit it in half. It was roughly textured, the lean meat mixed with herbs and bound with egg. The piece broke up on his tongue and filled his sinuses with an intoxicating meaty aroma. He began wolfing them down, by now his appetite firmly in control, scooping up the sauce as he went. It was amazing how different the sausages tasted, whilst all being very strong flavours, and all being delicious. The sauce had a lovely taste in its own right, and helped the by now quite large bites of sausage he was taking slip down with beguiling ease. He sat back a little further in his chair as he ate, his stomach practically swelling with every mouthful. But each mouthful only served to intensify the warmth and feel-good emanating from that said growing belly; Toner found his tail wagging along. But then, he felt like wagging it. This was one of the best meals he'd had in ages! Abandoning the remaining sausages after seconds, he reached out and selected another tempting pie. He cut into it to reveal a thick creamy filling. Toner blinked, and Lupine helped him out by helping the husky to a heaped plateful, even larger than the previous ones if possible. "This one's a family favourite: fish and potato filling. You'll just love it..." Toner didn't even think of putting up a protest this time. About 45 minutes later, Toner's fork dropped from his paw, which dangled over the arm of his chair. He sprawled back in its interior, his back now crammed up against its back, and made a faint moan. He'd eaten too much. No, that was an understatement. He'd eaten almost everything. He shut his eyes and swallowed, feeling ready to pop. Lupine sat quite still opposite, with his head on his paws and gazing raptly at the husky opposite. He'd stopped eating around about the gammon steak and had kept up his fascinated observation ever since. Even his own demanding appetite had made sacrifices for this experience. The wolf had seen and cooked for some pretty big eaters in his time. Hey, he was one of them. But there had been something massively satisfying about watching this very good friend pig-out like that, hoovering up each great big plateful as if someone might snatch the rest of it away from him. As if! He let his eyes wander from Toner just long enough to take in the massacred debris littering the table, before they were dragged back to the swollen and bloated belly opposite. Toner now pretty much filled that massive chair. His stomach was a packed sphere just over 3 feet wide. It bulged out over the top his shorts like a medicine ball under his fur, its sheer size sliding them a little way down his hips. Toner moaned again, stirring in the chair. His belly rocked sluggishly like a boulder, pinning him in place. It was so big that it totally eclipsed him, blocking his view of the table. As a result it was also a complete shock when he felt a pair of paws rest lightly on his straining middle. He gave a breathless little yelp, finding it hard to breathe easily around such a massive obstruction. He was so unbelievably full it almost hurt! The paws withdrew, and then Toner felt them return even more lightly, just the claw-tips, and start to run in soft circles over his skin. It was like someone rubbing in a cold balm, the relief instant and giddying, all the more so due to how stuffed he had felt. He shivered reflexively in pleasure, his skin twitching under those paws. His body suddenly felt all fuzzy, and he couldn't move properly. He gave a few little gulping whimpers of pleasure, breathing easier. A great big smile spread over his muzzle like jam. After a few minutes, he tore himself away from the bliss enough to crack open his eyes. Lupine smiled down at him. When their eyes met, Lupine's smile became a deep, warm grin. That look said, far more plainly than words: 'You've just eaten way, way too much, Husky. To a standstill. You couldn't fit another thing in even if you tried. And I know you thoroughly enjoyed doing it, you marvellously greedy dog. And I know you're enjoying this, too.' His paws pressed ever so slightly harder on the sides of Toner's belly, who moaned helplessly, his body twitching. Lupine's smile took on a mischievous twist. 'And I just know what you're dying for me to do next...' Toner caught that smile, and grinned a reply. 'Yes, please...' Lupine carefully took another step towards Toner. The bloated husky felt the wolf's hefty stomach gently press, and spread against, his own ball-belly. He could feel the friction of the two thick fur coats rubbing past each other, producing a soft buzz in his skin, along with a gentle extra pressure that nudged his gut into a more comfortable position. He murmured pleasurably, relaxing back. Then he felt Lupine's paws move further down his stomach, and begin to rub more firmly with the flat of his paws. It was still only the lightest of touches, but even that was enough to make Toner groan happily from the sheer belly-busting fullness he was suffering. He squirmed a little in the seat, whilst his stomach remained rock steady. He could feel his skin beginning to loosen up, taking the sting out of the meal. Long, happy growls rippled through him as he was rubbed. Lupine carried on, slowly and infinitesimally increasing the pressure of the rub, making it a long and luxurious one. He knew Toner was a sucker for this kind of thing. So was he. He also knew about Toner's very special powers of digestion. A deep, soft gurgle from the husky's middle stirred Toner, and they just grinned into each other's eyes. Almost immediately, Lupine felt the pressure in Toner's belly let up, and it shrank ever so slightly. Then he felt it fill back out, softening as it grew. Now it was Lupine's turn to growl in delight as he actually experienced the husky rapidly fattening up in his own paws. He began to rub harder, turning it into a proper skritch to stimulate Toner's digestion of the massive meal. At the same time, he used a little bit of his own natural magic to ensure that the bulk of the meal in fact became bulk on the husky's body. It was heavenly for both of them: his paws plumbed the depths of that growing paunch, feeling luscious layers of fat replacing the solid, shrinking mass of food at its very centre. Toner murred deeply, lost in the pleasure of it from the inside, waggling helplessly in the chair as his bulk swelled outwards. He could feel the layers of fat settling around his body, swaddling him, stretching him, bloating him with their weight. So could Lupine. He pressed in, squeezing large, overflowing pawfuls of rubbery-soft blubber and tugging them out, kneading that stomach like a large ball of dough; dough that was rising even as he worked on it. All that fat was quivering heavily under the onslaught, radiating warmth like a bed you'd been asleep in for hours and were just waking up in. All that soft furry flesh rose up towards him; Lupine buried his muzzle into it, feeling it resist with the sluggish, bouncy softness that only whole inches of fat can achieve. It felt even warmer, surrounding him like this. Muffled through all the fat, the wolf heard Toner give a deep moan, almost a yelp, of rapture. Lupine sighed blissfully, entranced by it all. And still Toner grew. The wolf felt the husky's stomach bulge and shove against his, slowly forcing him further back. He held onto that big belly, enjoying the build up of contact and force between them. He gave ground slowly, letting rolls of husky-fat slip through his paws as he was pushed away. Pushing back caused both stomachs to pile up wondrously as massive pear-shaped hills of tummy. They growled and giggled at each other through the dividing mass of Toner's belly, playfighting against that growing bulk. The chair creaked and groaned. It was used to wide loads, but this was pushing things a bit. It took a good few minutes for them to realise that the husky wasn't growing any fatter. Toner reluctantly interrupted the game by tapping Lupine's plump shoulder. The wolf raised his head a little, leaning it comfortably atop Toner's belly and smiling at him. The husky chuckled fatly from behind now much plumper cheeks, still squirming a little as the aftershocks in his gut calmed down. "I think I've stopped." Lupine nodded, but gave Toner's belly a few extra deep skritches to squeeze any last remaining pounds out of the meal. Toner murred, his whole body vibrating softly. The chair was now almost more-than-amply filled, and Toner shifted his now considerable weight around a little uncomfortably. The chair had developed a persistent creak, and generally seemed not too pleased with the situation either. Lupine chuckled, still companionably crammed up against Toner, and patted the husky on his sides. Toner made a pleased sound, and pressed against the wolf's paws. "Why don't we move to somewhere a little more comfortable?" He stepped back to give Toner room to get up. The husky grinned and pushed on the arms of the chair. The arms nearly broke off in protest, but all Toner achieved was to scoot forwards a little in the seat. He grunted in surprise, then chuckled and bodily tried to lever himself up by pitching himself forwards and hoping or the best. But his stomach was big enough to have a mind of its own, and it was perfectly happy staying where it was. "Oof!" Toner simply couldn't bend far enough over his gut. He looked at Lupine with a slightly sheepish smile, and held out his paws. Laughing, the wolf grabbed hold. "1... 2... 3!" He pulled whilst Toner pushed. The manoeuvre nearly pulled the husky's poor arms out of their sockets, but it managed to lift his rear from the chair's embrace. There was a nasty moment where he teetered, half-out of the chair, gravity sucking at him, but eventually he staggered forwards and managed to get himself upright, trying to adjust to his increased weight. The sudden motion took Lupine by surprise, and he suddenly found he had his paws full again. Not one to waste an opportunity, the wolf held on, gripping just under and behind Toner's stomach, gently supporting it whilst the husky acclimatised. He grinned up at Toner. The tall husky was now a very imposing sight. A healthy specimen of Huskus rotundus. The bulge of his belly was wider than it was tall, giving it a superb, slightly squashed appearance, and stretched his bellybutton into an inviting horizontal slit. It was a large tummy, bulging down over his groin, and hovering just above his thighs, practically hiding his shorts from view. Even standing still made it sway ever so gently. It was the kind of belly that you just itched to squeeze and wobble. The sides of his belly retreated into a set of plump rolls and bulges that squeezed over the top of his waistband. His back bulged out further too, thickening him up all over and giving him a pleasingly plump appearance. He'd grown another chin, a thick roll of fat that rubbed against the swaddling layers of adipose in the rest of his neck. Lupine noticed collars of fat cuddled around Toner's limbs, which themselves were now a good deal wider and softer than before. The husky had lost a good deal of definition, his chest now merely rolling into the great swell of his gut, and the thick deposits of blubber filling in and overlaying other curves and lines from under his skin. It looked a bit like he was wearing a lot of warm, jiggling layers under his fur. Even his face had fattened up in proportion with the rest of his body, his cheeks round and soft-looking, his muzzle seeming small than before. The same blue eyes sparkled in their wider home. Overall, Toner looked just a little thinner than Lupine as his height stretched him out. He was inspecting himself too, his grin growing bigger and bigger, especially when he found it hard to twist his new bulk around to look behind him. He revelled in the feel of his new size. He was big, and so very heavy. He growled in pleasure at the restriction the added fat had on his movements, a constant reminder of his magnificent size. "Mmm... how much do you think I weigh, Wolf?" Toner grinned down at Lupine. Thoughtfully, Lupine hefted Toner's stomach, and Toner let him, murring as his new flab bounced and joggled in the wolf's arms, spilling almost uncontrollably over their sides. "Ooh, I'd say you weigh in at about 600lbs now, Husky." Toner murred deeply at that, shutting his eyes and pressing his paws into his gut and rubbing it. "I feel so fat, Wolf!" "Mmmm..." Lupine agreed, gently rubbing a cheek against Toner's chest and a paw across his stomach. "And you look so fat, too. 'Tubby'." He watched a massive grin spread across the husky's muzzle at the 'compliment'. Very gently, the wolf nudged Toner into motion towards an overstuffed armchair, more like an one-and-a-half seater sofa. The husky padded eagerly towards it, and noticed how his fat was affecting his walk. Every step, he could feel his belly lifting up and bouncing back down lightly against his legs, swinging from side to side. It made the rest of him wobble, and threw him off balance. He swayed, and checked his stride to a slow stroll. Now his belly sat in front of him like a big warm bowl of pudding, jiggling softly. He had to hold himself upright more to balance himself, and walk a little wider than before too. This wasn't just for balance: every step rubbed his chubby thighs together, their fur tickling and brushing along one another. The feeling made his legs tingle, and he would have squished them up against each other if his shorts had allowed it. But they gave a warning creak, constricting around his bloated waist and hips, and the husky winced a little as he reached the chair. Lupine looked sympathetic. "Too tight?" Toner nodded, and blushed a little. "Do you mind me...?" Lupine just smiled. "Feel free. I don't know why a healthy-sized dog like you bothers with clothes anyway. They only cause problems." Toner smiled gratefully and reached down to tug the uncomfortable shorts off. The first problem he encountered was it was hard to get a grip, first past the bulging obstruction of his tummy, and then on the ridiculously tight cloth, which now only had a few millimetres of give in it. Once he finally got his chubby fingers dug in, he pulled down, but they wouldn't come off. Grabbing pawfuls of material had stretched the shorts so tight as to nearly be strangling him, and they were too tight to move. He grunted, gripping the material on his thighs and pulling hard, but the waistband gripped his stomach like a corset. Toner gritted his teeth and wrenched at the shorts in a most undignified way. Losing balance in the struggle, he fell back into the chair (knocking it back a couple of inches). He growled and struggled with the constricting clothing on his back. There was a small ripping sound, but the shorts were well and truly stuck. He gasped a little, panting from the exertion and whimpering in frustration. Lupine padded over in concern. "Hang on, it might be easier for me to do it." Toner paused, then gave in and nodded. The wolf knelt, his belly brushing the floor, and reached under the sagging overhang of Toner's gut for the shorts. He pulled, but the compressed husky inside them was putting too much pressure on the material for it to budge. Grunting, Toner lifted his belly up out of the way, and Lupine leaned in closer. The spiky fur on top of his head brushed ticklishly on Toner's underbelly, making the poor husky giggle and squirm. In the end, Lupine was forced to roll the shorts off the husky, wriggling the band of material down an inch or so at a time. Toner was tipped back, his legs lifted onto the wolf's shoulders to let Lupine navigate the shorts off his broad behind and long tail. The husky murred as Lupine's head and paws rubbed and squeezed his fat body, and Lupine growled softly in pleasure as all that husky-fat pressed down and around his head and paws. As the shorts were peeled off, Toner's waist and thighs bulged out, finally having space to expand. Toner gave a deep sigh of relief, and felt his belly sag fully onto the top of his legs and stay there. He giggled and squeezed Lupine against his gut with his legs. The wolf murred warmly as he was squished, and only very reluctantly extricated himself from the heap of husky with a flushed face, brandishing the shorts like a trophy. "Got 'em!" Grinning, he spread them out over the top of Toner's belly. They looked like doll's shorts. "Here, you could hang them on your wall like a trophy." The husky laughed, leaning back and pressing his tummy out, making the shorts look even more ridiculous. "Hehe, I've got big, haven't I?" Toner filled a good portion of the chair he was currently sprawled in, but it was wonderfully comfy, all padded and soft around him. He smiled dreamily, rubbing fat paws around his gut, squeezing between it and the arms of the chair. "But only up to 600lbs from 350: not quite double my weight. You didn't manage it." He grinned consolingly at Lupine. Lupine just grinned back wickedly, his paws resting on top of Toner's tum. "Aww, but you haven't even had dessert yet, have you?" "D-dessert?" Toner's eyes went very wide. Lupine feigned shock. "You surely didn't think I'd serve you a meal without including dessert as well, did you?" Toner shook his muzzle. His paws stopped rubbing and absently jiggled his belly instead, making the wolf's paws rock and shake. Lupine smiled encouragingly. "I've got dessert with the works out in the kitchen." Toner chuckled ambivalently, greed warring with common sense. "You must be joking, Wolf. I mean, I've already eaten-" "Two helpings of roast beef with Yorkshire pudding; half a steak and kidney pie; a dozen sausages, 2 portions; and the majority of a fish pie, Husky." Lupine was grinning massively, and as he spoke his paws began to knead Toner's belly for him, running underneath, between it and his chubby lap. The shorts slipped down to the side of the chair. "A thick gammon steak with a fried egg on top; freshly cooked fish and chips and a large pork pie. Mulligatawny soup; oxtail soup; young lamb with mint sauce and new potatoes, again 2 healthy sized portions; 3 pints of stew; roast parsnips; carrots; green beans; mash and a whole mess of bread, all washed down with countless glasses of drink." The fat husky moaned deeply, his taste-buds tingling as the list ran the memory of each flavour through them. He sank down further and further in his comfy chair, his paunch rising above his head like a bonsai hill. The wolf pressed his advantage: it was impossible for his paws to miss such a big target. He pressed the sides of Toner's belly in, making it bulge and mound up between them, spilling out between his fat fingers. Toner whimpered and arched his back a little. His voice was warm and persuasive, like rich drips of honey. "You've eaten all of that, so no matter how much dessert you have its going to be small in comparison, right?" "Mmm..." Toner murred and nodded, his mouth not responding properly. He pressed his belly against the wolf, who rubbed harder. The husky moaned elatedly, his stomach gurgling in anticipation now. But common sense did force him to demur. "Just a little, though. Really." Lupine patted him softly, and made a show of thinking aloud. "Hmm... I could just get you a small dessert. Maybe a thin slice of pie, and a single scoop of ice-cream? That's a 'normal'-" Lupine made a face "-pudding. But that sounds like such a little, doesn't it?" Toner nodded, slowly. It did. It sounded pitiful. It made him feel empty just to think about it. But he just couldn't eat such a huge amount again today. Possibly even for a week. Could he? "And you'll probably be able to fit loads more into that tummy now, won't you? You must have stretched it after last time. So just that won't feel very satisfying, would it?" Toner nodded again, thoughtfully. It wouldn't be satisfying at all. His stomach, seeing a large dessert vanishing into the long grass, bypassed the brain and put in a pointed gurgle. Lupine laughed softly, and leaned against Toner's stomach. The husky murred. "And I don't think your tummy wants such an unsatisfying pudding, does it?" Toner nodded, smiling ruefully and rubbing at his mutinous middle. "And you aren't on a diet or anything, are you?" Toner snickered and shook his muzzle, bouncing his sumo-sized frame. No chance of being accused of that. "I think you think you should just have a little pudding. But you'd really rather have the works, wouldn't you?" Toner nodded, grinning sheepishly. It'd be paradise. "So who's going to stop you, you great big fat dog?" Lupine grinned and hugged Toner. "Just sit on 'em!" Toner blinked, then felt a painfully big grin split his muzzle. He hugged Lupine back, their bellies rubbing and squishing together. Who ever had any fun with common sense anyway? Lupine gave that tummy a final soft pat before hauling himself upright and padding out into the kitchen. Toner lay in his chair, grinning at nothing. This was going to be good. He felt half drunk with pleasure, and his paws just couldn't leave his bulk alone: they skittered and stroked lightly over its surface, producing a slow undulation like the smallest sea tide. His tail, trapped in the chair by his girth, tried to wag in its prison of butter-soft husky. In a while, the wolf returned bearing a collection of bowls, dishes and plates. It took two trips to fetch them all, much to Toner's gluttonous delight. He found himself drooling hungrily, despite the vast meal he'd packed away earlier. Lupine surreptitiously licked a few faint stains from his lips, and Toner giggled. He'd obviously been unable to resist taste tasting his cooking. The husky reached up and prodded the wolf in his big soft belly. "Hehe, greedy pig-Wolf." Lupine murred, pleased and totally unabashed. He settled himself down on the arm of the chair and nuzzled Toner's face, chuckling. "Mmm... not as greedy as you're about to be, Husky old pal o' mine." Toner giggled and licked back. Lupine hoisted up a dish and set it square on Toner's tummy. Heat seeped out of it and into his fur, making him chuckle and shift his weight about. The wolf smiled and cut into the dish, lifting a slice up on a palette knife. A smell of caramelised apples and sugar drifted up and around Toner's nostrils. His tail began thumping harder. "I came across this combination really recently: apple and fig pie!" Lupine brandished the slice, and watched the husky's blue eyes track it with pin-point precision the whole way. Lupine growled softly, pleased to see Toner so hungry already. The pie filling was an inch thick layer of sticky golden brown. The figs were patches of richer brown in amongst the apple, all bound together with fruit sugars. Lupine deposited the slice on a plate, and placed it on Toner's chest along with a knife and fork. The husky looked at it for a moment, and then another grin crossed his muzzle. He looked up at Lupine and opened his muzzle, bringing his paws up into the classic 'begging' pose. He whined pathetically, and gave the slice a pleading look. Lupine burst into delighted laughter. Reaching over, he picked up the gooey slice and held it in Toner's gaping jaws. It was gone in 5 big, slow bites. Toner savoured them, sucking the filling to pieces in his muzzle and tasting the pastry collapse into thick mush. The sweetness was irresistible. Lupine removed the plate and cutlery in one sweeping motion and cut a second, wider slice. Toner already had his jaws open and waiting. It was simply too good to eat slowly, if that makes any sense: the husky wanted to make the lovely pie last as long as possible, but he just had to swallow that magical flavour, and then his taste buds were crying out for the next mouthful. The pie vanished in about 5 minutes, leaving behind a beautiful memory, and empty dish and a sticky paw. Lupine chuckled and sucked at the mess that was his paw. Toner whimpered and gave Lupine a heartbreaking look. The wolf followed his look, then giggled and held out his paw. Toner enthusiastically licked and slurped it spotless. With his other paw, the wolf reached over and fondly ruffled Toner's ears, laughing delightedly. Now that was first-class overeating. Wiping his paw dry, the wolf leaned down, and came up straining under the weight of a truly massive glass bowl. Toner couldn't see inside it, the inside filled almost to the brim with pinkish-white, and slightly darker pink objects pressed against the sides. This time Lupine did use cutlery, producing a wooden serving-spoon almost as big as Toner's muzzle. The wolf dipped it into the bowl, risking a flood, and swirled the contents. He drew it out laden with strawberries and thick, sweet pouring cream. Toner's eyes lit up, and he whimpered eagerly. Lupine chuckled again. "Nothing more English than strawberries and cream, with a little sugar to sweeten it." He beamed, having used half a kilo of sugar. Leaning forwards, he pushed the whole spoonful into the waiting jaws. The husky was forced to open as wide as possible, pulling his lips away to stop them knocking any of the pile out. Then he (very carefully) closed his mouth around the spoon. His top jaws scythed into juicy fruit and squished into cream, nearly pushing it down his throat from the sheer size of the mouthful. His tongue waggled in the mixture, tingling and ecstatic, as it churned between his bulging cheeks. Then Lupine drew the spoon out as though he were extricating it from quicksand. Toner murred and stuck out his chin, sucking the spoon clean as it left. The rich acid of the strawberries was intoxicating, and he lay his head back and moaned faintly around the mouthful. The wolf reached over and lightly stroked Toners throat. He let the mouthful trickle away, swallowing the last few remains with a satisfying 'glop'. Toner spent over an hour and a half on dessert. He sprawled back in that warm, soft chair and was fed, and fed, and fed. It took ages to clear away all the strawberries, but Toner didn't mind at all. The feeding had a kind of patient, timeless quality about it: The gorging husky felt that he could just go on eating like this forever. With the strawberries all gone, the wolf stretch over Toner's belly and held the bowl upright to Toner's muzzle; he licked it clean, his grunts and appreciative noises echoing out from inside the bowl. Next came hot treacle tart. With a muzzle still stained with cream, the husky mowed through it, the filling so treacly that it stuck his jaws together. Afterwards, he licked out the pie dish, relishing the little crispy bits of pastry and filling that had been stuck there. Then Lupine produced a Victoria Sponge stuffed with jam and more cream, the top covered in butter icing. After the previous sticky desserts, the moist, crumbly cake was irresistible, if just as messy. Both of Lupine's paws needed cleaning afterwards. As the husky chewed and gobbled, Lupine rubbed and kneaded at the big stomach in front of him, much to the owners evident delight. After the sponge came an even moister chocolate cake, three layers, coated in ganāche cream, adding yet more stains to Toner's muzzle. He tried to lick them off, and managed to spread chocolate all over his muzzle with his tongue. Giggling, he submitted to Lupine's tongue cleaning it off, while Lupine's paws kneaded the landscape-like rolls of his sides. After this short break, Toner was introduced to two small lakes of thick, home made custard, one thickened with sliced bananas and the other containing bite sized pieces of custard-soaked cake. Then came a classic jelly, orange flavour, which glided slickly over his tongue and raced down his throat. It wobbled as much as Toner's belly, which grew infinitesimally with every mouthful, bulging unstoppably bigger. Toner probably didn't even notice, and cared less. The world started to dissolve into a jumble of tastes, mouth-textures and bowls to be licked out, which he dreamily swam through. Or, more accurately, swam through him. And all the while he felt a pair of paws rubbing and kneading deliciously at his body. He grinned and mumbled in pleasure between each gorgeous mouthful, not bothering to recognise what he was eating but just savouring the experience. The sugar was beginning to make him feel a little dizzy. His mind threw up vague words as he registered new tastes from different things. Mmmm... chocolate pudding. Gooey stuff. Good. And ice-cream. He heard the wolf growl softly: "There's always room for ice-cream, right?" The husky surfaced enough to see an ice-cream scoop advancing towards his muzzle with a coloured snowball resting in it. Lazily, he opened his jaws, rolled out his tongue and said 'Ahh...' Toner woke up with a grunt. His eyes felt so heavy, he didn't try and open them just yet. He let himself lie back and relax in this nice, warm, cosy... chair? Could be. He came round very slowly, feeling too good to try and rush things. It felt nice here. He smiled to himself. He heard a muffled thump from somewhere nearby, then heavy paw treads coming over. Someone here. Finally, he roused himself enough to open his eyes and take a peek. He peeked at his belly, which seemed to fill his view. Then he peeked upwards, and saw Lupine's chubby face smiling down at him. "Wolf..." Toner blinked, then remembered. He grinned in return, and Lupine chuckled. "You fell asleep, Husky." "Did I?" Toner mumbled, then tried to sit up. He found it surprisingly difficult, and Lupine helped by slipping his paws under Toner's arms and hauling upwards. The husky blinked drowsily around the room. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were on. Lupine had lit the fire, too, which cast a warm glow all over. And there was a stool under his feet, by the feel of things. He couldn't actually see them. "How long've I been asleep?" "Most of the afternoon. You obviously needed a major nap to help you digest all your dessert. You were being one heavy sleeper." In both senses. Lupine chuckled, and surveyed Toner's body with a slightly awe-struck expression. The husky's digestion certainly hadn't been sleeping, with a little help from the wolf's naughty paws. When he'd been a bit younger, Lupine had been bought a giant balloon. It had taken ages to blow up, and had actually been bigger than he was. It had fascinated him. He was strongly reminded of it now. Toner was huge. His bulk was all one massive, furry, bulging curve with a deep, stretched bellybutton denting it a little below the middle. He now filled the chair to overflowing, and it creaked and swayed a little with each breath he took. An itch made a small bit of skin on his gut twitch, and the motion rippled out and around it. Lupine drank in the sight of him, and then murred out one long, deep breath. Gingerly, he sat on Toner's fat legs, then reached out and pressed his paws flat against that great mass. Toner, who had taken the chance to examine himself, and who's eyes had been getting as big as saucers, gave a deep, shuddering moan of pleasure. His stretched, massively fattened body felt so sensitive, like brand new skin on your fingertips. Ever so gently, Lupine began to rub. Any more and Toner might have passed out. The husky moaned again, and slumped back a little. Lupine followed him, his belly pressing softly against Toner's, like a moon nuzzling against a planet. His prickly fur tormented the husky's pleasure centres, and he whimpered and wriggled. His massive weight meant that there was a time lag between outlying regions and the middle of Toner. His great chubby body wobbled and swayed sluggishly, and Lupine sank against it with a blissful smile on his muzzle. The wolf felt Toner's feet twitching and wriggling against his large behind, and he giggled ticklishly, squirming about himself. Toner felt it too, then looked at him with an ecstatic smile. "Oh, Wolf! Look at me!" He pressed his paws deep into the centre of his belly, sinking in about a foot. "Look how fat you've made me." Lupine pressed his cold nose against Toner's big bellybutton, making him gasp harshly in pleasure, and growled into it. "Look how fat we've made you, Husky. Greedy pig." That made Toner feel even better. "How big am I? I can't tell." He strained to get a better look at himself, then gave up, giggling. Carefully, Lupine pulled back, but too much of Toner was masked by the chair straining under his weight. By dint of serious effort, he got the huge husky vertical. He hugged against and supported that wondrous belly for a few breathless, lovely minutes. Then he risked Toner's balance by letting go and stepping back. The overweight husky had looked imposing after the main course. Now his sheer size was almost god-like. The husky was just... fat. Simply fat. There wasn't really any other word that could describe him. There were only the barest traces of definition left on his immense body. His legs were planted wide for balance, pressing together nearly to his knees anyway. His torso was just one giant pear shape, his oversized gut incorporated into it. His rump was still visible, and much wider than it had been before. His tail was correspondingly smaller. His arms hug away from his body due to the sheer pressure of his size against his shoulders and upper arms. Both sets of limbs were massive and soft, and even his paws had been expanded into plump hams. His neck and face were vast, too, an equally huge grin beaming out from them. You'd have thought it would have been hard to recognise this as the same canine. But it was definitely all Toner, only much, much more so than usual. Lupine felt positively puny next to him. The gigantic husky held his arms open, and Lupine gave him as big a hug as he could fit around Toner's new circumference. "Well?" He looked up, and saw Toner grinning at him expectantly. The wolf held Toner's belly almost reverently, savouring the feeling. "I'd say you were about... 850 lbs. of gluttonous lard, Husky. Actually, probably closer to 900." Way over double weight. Toner gaped at him, stunned and highly delighted. "900lbs? All me, Wolf?" Lupine giggled, his muzzle now pressed into the upper slopes of Toner's gut. "Believe it, Husky." His paws squeezed regions of the broad vista of underbelly available to them, and Toner shivered happily. They stood like that for a few minutes, then Toner sighed, and looked regretfully at the pulled curtains. "I guess I should go, Wolf." "Go?" Lupine looked up at him, then asked. "You sure? It might be a long way with all this added weight. You're more than welcome to stay for the night, pal. There's even a bed fixed up for you." The wolf pointed, and Toner noticed that the cushions had been cleared away, and there were now 2 king-sized mattresses piled on top of each other in the room. They looked very tempting. But he shook his head regretfully. "That'd be nice, but I guess I really should go." Smiling, he crushed Lupine in a hug. "Thanks for 'lunch'." Lupine gave a muffled laugh and returned the hug. "You're welcome." Grinning, Toner made for the front door. Each step he had to take was wide and ponderous, around his belly, which didn't go in for wimpy swaying any more. It sat in the right middle and refused to be shifted by a puny pair of legs like that, just wobbling and compressing a little at each step. Getting anywhere was hard work, and Toner found himself panting a bit by the time he reached the dining room door. He grinned at the feel of his weight, and the weird sense of power and control it brought him. Heh, no one would move him if he didn't want to be moved. Squeezing into the hall, he made his way to the front door, with Lupine waddling behind. His fat paws fumbled with the catch, but managed to swing the door open. A cool night breeze drifted in, ruffling his fur deliciously. He shivered again in pleasure, and Lupine grinned. Toner turned back to him and waved. "See you soon, pal." He grinned and stepped out of the door. "Oof!" Toner struggled, but didn't go any further forwards. One foot waggled helplessly in the air. Scowling, he leaned his full considerable weight forwards, and finally he budged a few inches, but then stopped dead and stayed there. He managed to twist his head around enough to see the doorframe on either side of him. He looked behind him, and saw Lupine cracking up. "Help! I'm stuck!" He was struck with the giggles as well, and hung in the doorway, his whole frame (and the doorframe) quivering madly. Lupine got control of himself first, and waddled up, wiping tears from his eyes. "Oh, you daft husky-pup." He slipped his paws under Toner's armpits, and tugged. The husky yelped giggled ticklishly, trapped and being maliciously tortured like this. Twisting and struggling, he managed to pull the husky's bulk back into the hall. Lupine kept hold of him after that, his arms around the back and belly in front. Toner craned his head around on his fat neck and grinned sheepishly at the wolf. "Umm... could I take you up on that bed for the night? I don't think I'd fit through my door." That set them both off again, and they nearly fell over. Lupine smiled and petted the underside of Toner's belly. "Of course you can, pal." Staggering a little, the pair waddled back into the dining room. The bed looked even more inviting than before, and Toner felt his eyelids drooping against his will. Getting this fat was tiring work... a yawn cracked his jaws, and seemed to go on forever. His fat legs nudged the edge of the mattresses, and he could almost feel the soft surface sucking at the ponderous belly dangling above. Getting into bed was a tricky business. Toner just wanted to jump onto it and take his chances. But being so fat, he didn't have the clearance. Lupine wanted him to sit on the edge, then lean back and more or less roll into position. Toner was too tired to argue, so he simply fell forwards onto the edge of the bed, stranded on his stomach, and then let the grumbling wolf heave and roll his dead-weight into a more comfortable position on his back. He grinned drowsily up at the scowling wolf as he arranged the obese husky's limbs and tail, draping a thick quilt over him, and nuzzled his cheeks and neck when he came close enough. "Thanks, Wolf." The scowl trembled, then melted, and Lupine grinned back warmly, nuzzling back and wobbling Toner's belly softly. "Hehe. Ok, you're welcome, Husky." He sat on the edge of the bed, looking thoughtful. "I usually fix myself a hot-chocolate before I go to bed. Want one too?" Toner smiled and nodded. Hey, what possible harm could it do now? He fondly rubbed his massive body as the wolf got to work in the kitchen. What he produced 10 minutes later was more than hot-chocolate. It was almost liquid chocolate, with a thick froth clogging the top, mixing with a swirl of aerosol cream and full-sized marshmallows. Toner's cup was almost a small bucket, except it had a handle. The husky attempted to struggle upright, but was really too tired to bother. Lupine helped him by stuffing extra pillows under his head, raising it enough to sip. It was at just the right temperature: it felt lusciously warm, thick and sweet going down, but it was cool enough to drink without risking a burnt tongue. The warmth rushed into Toner's stomach and seemed to fill him with a dark brown cloud of warmth and contentment, spreading out to encompass his entire body and lift him up on a soft cloud of sleep. Liquid comfort. He found his eyes closing half-way through the drink, and another huge yawn surprised him. Lupine's warm, gentle paws closed over his own, supporting the mug as he drank. Toner surrendered it totally to him, trusting his fat wolf friend. Heh, almost his skinny wolf friend now. He was much bigger than that now. So big. So fat. So wonderfully fat... Toner finished it with his eyes shut. Smiling, the wolf carefully took the mug, and lowered the husky's head back down. He was deeply, blissfully asleep almost before Lupine took his paws out from under it. The wolf gazed fondly at the inert form. Toner, his friend. His so very fat friend. Grinning, and as noiselessly as possible, Lupine put the guard over the fire, and then tiptoed out of the room with the empty mugs. He quickly cleaned those in the sink, and left them to dry with all the other plates. A yawn now took him by surprise, and he suddenly felt very tired. His own generously sized hot chocolate sloshed heavily inside his middle. He glanced blearily at the clock. Quite late, now. Feeding up a friend was hard work. But more than worth the effort. He murred happily to himself, and waddled out of the kitchen and over to the stairs. They were shallow, but all of a sudden they looked so long and high to the wolf. Hard to get up there, and he was so tired... His eyes strayed to the dining room door. Ah hell, why not? He shrugged, and padded over. Toner was still fast asleep, his bulk swelling and falling beneath the covers with deep, slow breaths. He made a deep dent in the mattresses, filling up the centre two thirds and lifting the corners up. It'd be a bit of a squeeze Now almost asleep on his feet, Lupine stumbled over, sat on the edge, and lay down, pulling the remaining covers over him. The husky's body close by radiated heat like a furnace under the quilt, and Lupine's eyes were shutting by themselves. He relaxed. Toner shifted slightly in his sleep, joggling the mattress. The wolf's rotund body, insignificant next to this titan, half-slid, half- rolled down the slope and fetched up against him. The immense canine stirred, and rolled heavily against the wolf. The huge, warming weight of that massive belly pressed down around Lupine's back and sides. One fat arm flopped over Lupine's chest. Toner's sleeping head lolled to the side on his pillow, and he sighed softly, even his breath warm on the wolf's fur. The sheets tangled around the pair of them. Giving in, Lupine snuggled closer underneath, immersed in blubber-soft dog. No other bed could even compare. He fell asleep, dreaming happily about the breakfast he'd cook up in the morning.