The white furred, short, obese dog’ moused over to the send button, hovering there for a moment. With this, he was surely going to doom himself. He hoped so.

Sitting there, half-naked other than sweatpants pulled up over his belly, he looked down at himself. “Yes…”

Arri clicked send.

Pleasepleaseplease.

Denver, a wolverine that the fluffy, white furred Yakutian Laika had met when he was still at school, was working a food delivery job as a side gig. The wolverine’s day job paid a lot more, and he could’ve quit if he wanted to, but he was looking for someone like Arri.

Someone with this fat fetish… Now they were dating. But it was time for things to get serious.

God, weight gain was the only thing that got him going these days.

Reaching forward, Arri grabbed a pawful of his belly, wobbling it lovingly.

“I’m so… sooo over trying other things in life. I… huff… love being fat. I need this. I need to be so much bigger. Not just belly to here, but…”

At this size Arri couldn’t see the floor beneath him anymore. But he wanted his underbelly to touch it… The thought of getting fatter and fatter was just exquisite… He was already such an out of breath, massive canine compared to pretty much anyone else…

Denver’s reply came in.

Arri panted, looking at the email… If Denv was coming over, that meant food too. If they were getting serious about his gaining, Arri hoped it would mean binges every night.

“Huff, huff… pant…”

His tail was starting to wag… Damn thing had a mind of its own, and now he was wobbling. He wanted to wobble so much more… and have so much more of himself to wobble.

Thump, thump. His tail slapped against his seat. Arri licked his lips, he was drooling.

“Can’t… nhfff… wait!!”

The 400 pound shortstack slowly hefted himself up. If he were a couple feet taller, 400 pounds wouldn’t have meant so much. But at 4’ 9”, he was wide, thick, and flabby as fuck. It meant he was about as fat as a 6 foot person would be at 600 pounds.

It wasn’t always this way. He used to be an engineering student. But he spent too much time at the dining hall… Fell in love with the weight he gained.
Arri couldn’t engineer his way out of this fetish, that’s for sure.

He longed… Yearned for bigger. It had got him pretty fat on his own. Then he met Denver. The wolverine seemed about as enthusiastic to keep Arri gaining as Arri was. They’d had some cuddle and stuffing sessions, but Denv had let Arri know that if he ever wanted to just… Dedicate himself to this, he could let him know.

The dog grabbed an ice cream container and sat himself down on the couch, which creaked in protest.

Old faithful… You can always rely on dairy to make you nice and big…

The sweet, creamy, frozen goodness felt so good on his tongue.

“Mmmph…”

He tried to pace himself to not get brain freeze, but still ate like the hog he was. Sitting there, filling up the two seater couch by himself…

I need to break this sofa. I need to gain. I never wanna walk again… Just fatter… and fatter… and fatter….

Denver was here. It must not have been a long drive… Arri didn’t notice until he’d tossed aside the empty ice cream container. And smelled the food that Denv brought in with him… It just made him hungrier.

“I love the way you look when you’re eating. Such a good boy…”

Arri’s tail was wagging again.

“Aren’t I just so… huge? So pathetic and fat? Hhhhhufff…”

“Yes. And I’m going to keep you gaining.”

“Please…. Please!”

The canine sounded desperate.

Denver smirked. “Of course.”

The wolverine pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned physique. Arri loved the contrast. An athletic body to have pressed against his superchubby one…

First, Denver handed Arri a soda…

“Let’s enshrine this moment, hm? It’ll be good to document your progress. Let’s make this a before picture.”

It was a scene. Arri looked like a beached whale, his moobs, plump and sagging… His belly, filling and overflowing his lap… surrounded by trash from previous meals. The heavyweight canine would sometimes kick around the old containers, telling himself he’d clean up later…

And this was all before the fat dog would have his nightly meal. The ice cream was just… a starter. A snack.

“There I am…” Arri gazed down at the wolverine’s phone… “Seeing how big I am just makes me hungry.”

Denver didn’t need to be told twice.

As Arri ate, he enjoyed every bite.

Being fat is an integral part of myself. I can't imagine myself skinny. Not anymore, not ever. If I were to lose weight, I would feel a sense of loss… of emptiness. I love being huge. Gaining is part of who I am.

Denver eagerly fed Arri so many of his favorites… taking little breaks to appreciate how sizeable the dog already was.

“Mmm…” The wolverine's paws strayed up to the dog’s moobs.

“So what's your cup size?” He smirked.

“Whatever it is, not hhhbburrrrp… enough.”

“That’s the answer I was hoping for… Such a good boy.”

The wolverine pulled at the not-so-stretchy waistband of those huge sweatpants the whale of a canine had pulled over his belly.

SLAP

The mass of blubber erupted into wobbles…

“Mm, that’s a lovely sight. Now we’ve got to make some more~”

Arri ate for hours. Until he was bloated and full… And at that size, it made him into a huffy mess.

“Hhurrrff… huff…” The canine’s thoughts turned to sugar. “What about… dessert?”

He’d already forgotten about the whole ice cream tub he’d eaten.

Grabbing at the overfed canine’s underbelly, Denver grinned.

“Dessert after all that? You really wanna make these sweatpants snap, don’t you…”
“hhhgh…”

Arri just groaned. But it was clearly a groan of agreement.

Dessert was on its way.