A spoilt rotten genetically enhanced husky gets her paws on a chemical made for food. Wonder how this will affect her...

I thought I'd start the new year with something a little different! I've never done ferals before, but if you guys like it I can do some more!

Enjoy!

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Expertly hidden in the English countryside, just outside London, was the headquarters of Albion Labs. A secret Parliament project, Albion was a biogenetics facility designed specifically to research and conduct experiments based on the evolution of animals, with a healthy staff number and a wide variety of machines to assist in experiments and care for the animals. One such experiment is enhancing the intelligence of animals to human levels, which so far has provided fruitful results.



Carrie let out a long content yawn as she felt herself pleasantly regain consciousness. The husky bitch was laying on her side in her spacious and rather cushy bed, a large fluffy royal-blue blanket covering her from the neck down. After stretching out her legs, she lifted herself off the pillowy bedding and removed the blanket, stepping onto the floor of her kennel.

While the dog kennels were set up in a fashion one would normally find in a regular dog shelter, its bipedal occupants were treated to more comfortable lodgings; Hard metal flooring was replaced with soft carpeting and their beds were soft and comfortable, and food and water were plenty. Instead of a pile of newspapers in the corner, each kennel was outfitted with a doggy door on the back wall, leading into grassy courtyard where the dogs could play, converse and do their business.

Carrie’s kennel had such luxuries, and much more. Experiments to grant her human-level intelligence as a puppy were a success, and she eventually learned to speak English words and form full sentences. However the experiment had a couple of side effects; along with this intelligence, she was also given a rather princessly disposition, and practically demanded to be treated accordingly. And with Albion Labs’ golden rule being the animals must never be in harm or discomfort, she was given everything she asked for; her flooring was softer, her bedding was bigger and comfier, and her food was whatever she asked for and whenever she asked for it.

Carrie let out another yawn and wandered over to the large mirror on the left wall of her kennel, one of the extra luxuries she demanded after catching herself in reflective glass one day and developing a glint of narcissism. Her grey fur had gotten mangy in her sleep, but her post-breakfast combing would take care of that. Her blue eyes gleamed flawlessly back at her and her flawlessly curved tail swished, its owner happy at what she was looking at. She was quite young, in her mid-to-late teens in human years, and she considered herself quite a bombshell.

The other side effect from her experiments was a stimulated appetite; while the other dogs were content with one bowl of dog food at dinnertime, Carrie had to be given at least two. This, combined with her demanding of snacks during the day and her almost sedentary lifestyle, caused the young husky’s weight to skyrocket; her white underbelly reached down to just past her knees and gave her quite a rounded barrel-like physique, with her legs, flanks and face getting more and more padding by the day. Albion’s doctors were aware of her growth, and all attempts to counteract it bombed miserably, though she showed no signs of ill health so she was free to continue her hedonism.

A smirk creeping onto her maw, the hefty husky began to strike poses before the mirror, her abundance of flab jiggling and wobbling with her movements, emphasising her sudden freezes with a small huff and a wink. Other dogs figured she was either totally oblivious to her size or didn’t care about it as they would watch her pose or strut around the courtyard, but in reality she felt her mass added to her appeal; more of her to love, she’d always think.

The pompous pooch’s haughty smirk was replaced with a face of wonder as a warm scent filled her nostrils. Lifting her nose into the air and sniffing, she let out an excited little gasp and plodded over to the kennel door, peering to the side as much as she could see. She backed up from the door and watched as a tall figure walked up to it, wagging her curly tail as she knew right away who it was.

A human girl, a slender young adult with long ash brown hair and glasses and wearing a white labcoat bearing the Albion Labs insignia, smiled as she unlocked and opened the door. Underneath the insignia was a pin with the word ‘Carer’ and the name ‘Emily Turner’ underneath written on it.

Each and every animal in the facility was assigned their own carer, and Emily was Carrie’s. The young adult held a college degree in animal science, and was working for Albion as an intern. She had been assigned to take care of Carrie as a puppy, and was responsible for feeding, exercising, playing with and generally supervising the husky in and out of experiments. And, being quite a dog lover, she performed all of these duties to a high standard, aside from exercising evidently. She helped Carrie learn how to talk, and would spend hours on end every single day playing with her and spending time with her.

The surprising part was that Carrie, often considered the most stuck-up animal in the facility, was quite lenient with Emily, and actually respected her and saw her as a friend instead of just another servant with bad fashion sense. This was especially obvious in the husky’s tests, where she would outright refuse any commands from the doctors and assistants unless Emily was the one giving them. This fact is what allowed the kindhearted girl to keep her position as Carrie’s carer when it was discovered she was partly adding to the husky’s weight problem thanks to pampering and overfeeding her regularly.

“Morning Carrie,” she greeted in a light London accent, kneeling down to the dog’s level and giving her a loving scratch behind her pointed ear, “how’d you sleep last night?”

“Oh, quite well thank you Emily,” Carrie sighed with content, tilting her head from the scratches. She spoke with a rather posh upper-class accent, the origins of which unknown to everyone, and her feminine voice was dotted with grunts and whines due to her maw not built to speak human tongue.

The greedy canine spotted a wrapped up white bag in Emily’s hand, and her nose snuffled toward it, allowing her to deduce that was where that delectable smell was coming from.
“May I ask what you have in that bag?” She inquired, her voice peppered with anticipation, “Is it what I think it is? Can I have it?”

“In that order; yes you may, yes it is, and yes you can,” Emily giggled, unwrapping the bag and dumping the contents into Carrie’s lavish food bowl.

Carrie licked her chops greedily as she eyed up the trio of fresh greasy sausages plopped into her bowl. She hastily plodded over and began vacuuming up the meat tubes, humming with delight as she chewed them and got grease all over her maw. Emily smiled warmly and gave her furry friend a loving stroke along her fluffy back.

“I thought I’d give you a little treat today,” the intern explained, carefully adding, “you know today’s your aptitude test right?”

Carrie’s grin was wiped off with a sharp indignant sigh, and she turned to face her carer. “I don’t see why I should have to go through those silly aptitude tests, don’t they understand I’m always perfect?” She huffed, then added with a hint of embarrassment, “Besides, the physical part is murder on my legs.”

“I know girl, but it’s only for a couple of hours,” Emily shook her head, wearing an amused smile as she sat down to eye level, “everyone has to do them. Besides, once it’s done you’ll have a whole month to relax.”

“Oohhh, can’t you tell them I’m sick or something?” The husky whined, dramatically flopping on her side into Emily’s crossed legs and raising a paw to her forehead, “I believe I feel a fever coming on! I won’t be in prime condition today, or ever again!”

“Oh hush you big drama queen,” the girl chuckled, scratching the side of Carrie’s barrel body, “if I told them you were sick you’d have to do even more tests, as well as getting needles and nasty medicine.”

Carrie’s mouth hung open, panting and twitching her leg from the scratches as she took in that information.
“You have a point. Very well, I will go,” she decided, getting back onto her paws with a helpful nudge from Emily, “though I wish to be bathed before we go, my fur is rather tatty this morning.” Her eyes widened with realisation, and her hind legs bunched together as her expression went from indifferent to desperate. “But first, I just realised I have to relieve myself.”

Emily grinned and stood back up, reaching for a comb hanging on a rack of various expensive looking dog brushes hanging on the kennel wall. “Alright, but don’t be too long.” An amused snort escaped her as she watched Carrie wiggle her round frame through her dog door to the outside. She made a mental note to request it getting widened.



Once she had squished her hefty haunches through the dog door, Carrie took a look ahead at the courtyard.
The majority of it was taken up by a rectangular field of healthy paw-high grass. To her sides were the outer walls, all lined up with identical dog doors with the names of their occupants written on the centre, which were attached to much larger doors for the carers to accompany them. The field was often littered with balls ropes and frisbees, and a timed automated cleanup system removed any toilet break remains every hour on the hour.

The portly pooch stepped into the field, feeling the frost-tipped grass on her pawpads. It was a chilly winter morning, but being a husky, and a rather heavily padded one at that, she was practically built for cold weather and hardly felt a thing. She lowered her wet black nose to the grass and snuffled as she plodded around, looking for the perfect bathroom. She couldn’t help but let out the odd giggle as she felt her rounded underbelly brush against the frost, the prickly tips tickling her middle.

With no dogs out yet in the morning cold, Carrie had free rein of the courtyard, though she often preferred to have an audience to flaunt her self-proclaimed perfection. She chose her spot and hunched over, smiling contently as she relieved herself in the grass. Quickly finishing, she allowed herself another long stretch and a comfortable sigh, her breath becoming white steam before dissipating in the cold winter air, before beginning a heavy-pawed strut back to her door.

Near the end of the courtyard just beyond her dog door, the husky halted sharply, cocking her head. Pointy ears twitching as a creaking sounded from her side, she turned to spot a golden retriever bitch emerging from another dog door and walking toward her. The tan-furred canine sported a figure the exact opposite of Carrie’s; while the husky was basically a snowball on four thick legs, this retriever had a perfectly slim abdomen and a strong proud chest, her legs healthy with the slightest tone of muscle. Obviously she was in peak condition.

“Morning Carrie,” the retriever greeted, using dog tongue to communicate normally, “you’re not usually outside this early, or when there’s hardly anyone around.”

“Just a little preparation for my aptitude test, Jessie,” the husky answered matter-of-factly, pushing her nose up into the air, “I can’t be late for my bath, I must look my best. Although I always do, but it never hurts.”

“Your test is today?” Jessie grinned, choosing not to fuel the husky’s ego fire, “So is mine! I’m gonna have a quick jog around the courtyard before I go in.” She jogged a few steps in place for emphasis.

“Yes, well, you do that,” Carrie gave a small nod, glancing up at the taller dog indifferently, “I for one shall enjoy something much more...relaxing.”

“Yeah uh, I don’t think you need that much relaxing in your life,” the retriever smirked teasingly, glancing down to the husky’s round middle.

“Hmph, at least my scores shall be perfect, as they always are,” Carrie huffed, turning her nose up even higher and making a strutting plod for her dog door, stomach rippling with each step. “Perfect as moi.”

“C’mon, I was kidding,” Jessie sighed with a grin, “ya shouldn’t be so cranky and vain all the time, it’ll come back to bite you.” She caught a glimpse of the shorter dog’s haunches jiggling before beginning her brisk jog.

Carrie said nothing, simply flicking her curved tail dismissively, and wiggled her wide frame back into her kennel, where Emily stood waiting with a few bathing supplies in her arm.
“I daresay I am in even more need of that bath now,” the dog huffed.



Normally Carrie would demand to be, well, carried to the dogs’ washroom by any other carer or Albion employee, but since it was Emily she was happy to walk along at her side instead. Though it wasn’t as much of a walk as it was a waddling strut, keeping her nose up in the air and her smirk practically dripping with superiority as she walked down the hall past the other kennels. Many occupying dogs let out audible tuts and sighs of disapproval, others simply rolling their eyes quietly. Though some, male and female alike, eyed up the jiggling snowball as she plodded by, sharing her belief that she was any dog’s dream date.

It wasn’t too long a walk to the washroom, but Carrie was already panting by the time they arrived, her thick paws and underused legs beginning to ache from the effort. Thankfully the tub was vacant, so Emily swiftly got to running the bath, while the lazy husky plopped her large rump on the floor and glanced around the washroom. The shower area was occupied with dogs getting scrubbed and washed by their carers, some enjoying the warm water while others were rather skittish about it. Carrie for one enjoyed her bathtimes, since not only did it give her a chance to be rubbed all over like the attention hog she was, but her fluffy silver coat would always be shinier, softer and even more immaculate than usual.

Once the water was ready, Emily kneeled down and beckoned Carrie over, who dutifully stood up and plodded toward her. Getting an arm under her forelegs and another behind her haunches, the young carer strenuously hoisted the hefty husky into the air. Since this was the only way to get the graceless pile of canine flab into the tub, it was the furthest form of service she would ask of her human friend.

Carefully, and with a loud exhale of relief, Emily placed her plump pooch into the warm, sudsy knee high water. Carrie, feeling content with the temperature, dutifully sat her wide frame down and allowed her carer to begin scrubbing her. As she worked, Carrie began talking about what had happened between her and Jessie earlier.

“I’m sure she was only joking,” Emily assured, gently lathering soap into the fur on Carrie’s back, “You still get really good results in your tests though.”

“I get perfect results!” Carrie corrected, stomping a paw with a splash for emphasis, “But everyone talks about how Jessie gets the best results. They should be worshipping me!”

“I know, I know,” Emily said softly, in an attempt to calm her down, “tell ya what, when your test is done I’ll treat ya to a special dinner tonight.”

The greedy husky’s pointed ears perked up, and her anger was quickly replaced with curiosity. “What kind of special dinner?”

“Well, I heard talk that the doctors are working on this new chemical,” Emily explained in a hushed voice, “it’s for dog food, and it’s to make it taste ten times tastier, and way more filling!”

Carrie’s eyes widened, her tongue greedily sliding along her maw. “Ten times tastier, you say?”

Emily nodded and continued. “I haven’t seen it yet, but if you do well in your test today - again - then I’ll see if I can sneak you some for your dinner tonight.”

Just like that, the hefty hound’s anger was totally gone, and high-spirited anticipation took its place. “Very well, you’ve convinced me! Though I still wish to look my best, so please try not to miss a single strand of my glorious fur, yes?”

“Do I ever?” Emily chuckled, accustomed to her companion’s high but meetable standards, and the bath continued without another word.



Carrie sat proudly in the aptitude lab’s waiting room, feeling more like a goldmine than a million dollars. Her bath had done wonders for her fur, which shimmered like silver and was soft as the finest silk. She was also wearing her collar; pink with her name in cursive on a golden bone-shaped nametag, with a serial number along the band. All animals in the facility had a personal serial number, for the database to keep them organised. A quick scan and all their information would be available.

Dogs Carrie’s size and larger often sat on the floor next to their carers in the waiting room, but the pompous husky insisted, or more accurately demanded, that she sat on a chair next to Emily, out of respect for her human friend. Of course she also wanted to air her superiority complex to the other dogs, who either did their best to ignore her or tried to get a good look at the plus-sized pooch.

The doors leading into the lab opened and Carrie watched with an indifferent frown as Jessie walked out with her carer. The golden retriever had an air of pride around her, fueled by her human’s showering her with praise for doing so well in her tests, or so Carrie could hear. The husky tutted quietly and rolled her eyes, muttering that her results would be much better.

A number appeared on the monitor above the lab doors, and Emily set down her magazine and got up. “C’mon girl, our turn.”

“Let’s get this over with then,” the husky sighed, hopping onto the floor with an ungraceful thud and practically strutting alongside her carer through the double doors, putting some swing into her haunches for the dogs she knew were watching. As unlikeable as she could be, she knew she had some fans.

Inside another pair of doors was an all too familiar site for Carrie; the aptitude lab. One side of the room had a desk with a computer, where the good doctor himself was sat behind clacking on the keyboard, a height chart set next to a floor-level electronic scale, and an examination table. Things that wouldn’t be out of place in a human medical clinic.

On the other side was the part she dreaded; poles, ramps, tunnels and all kinds of torture devices strewn out like a course. A course she would have to run in a few minutes, much to her chagrin.

“Hello Miss Turner, and Carrie,” the doctor greeted with a smile, getting up from his desk. Emily returned his greeting while Carrie simply glanced up at him with a look of boredom before looking away again.

As Emily talked with the doctor for a bit, Carrie’s eyes locked on to a black electronic board attached on the wall next to the height chart. Jessie’s name was on it, with “55.2cm” and “59 lbs” written underneath. The husky huffed through her nose. What a beanpole. She frowned at the portrait of the dog’s smiling face on the screen.

“Now, we’ll start with the intelligence test as usual,” the doctor explained, unplugging a device from his computer while Emily sat on a chair next to Carrie, who plopped her rump on the soft fabric on the floor. “First, let me just scan her code.”

The doctor kneeled down next to Carrie and pointed the device to the serial number on her collar. The husky frowned with distaste at this human’s apparent lack of personal space, but allowed him to finish. She loved trying to get dogs’ attention, but aside from Emily, she wasn’t incredibly fond of humans.

The doctor sat back behind his desk and plugged the device back into his computer. The black screen with Jessie’s info was wiped clean, being replaced with Carrie’s name and portrait, which was her chubby face housing a pompous smirk.

“Alright, now that’s done, let’s get started.” He grabbed another, thinner device; a ‘tablet’, Carrie was told it was. “Now Carrie, can you tell me your name?”

“You know what my name is,” the husky snarked, turning her nose up, “you just said it now.”

“I know, but it’s just for the test,” the doctor sighed, already seeing where this was going, “now, what’s your name?”

Carrie simply turned her nose up higher, her curled tail flicking dismissively. The doctor let out a quiet groan.

“Carrie,” Emily quickly jumped in, smiling down at her dog, “would you mind answering his questions for me?”

An order from some stingy stranger was nothing to Carrie, but one from her friend was one to be obeyed. “Very well then. My name is Carrie.”

“Thank you,” the doctor smiled gratefully, mainly to Emily, as he tapped his fingers on the tablet, “now, what breed are you?”

“I am a husky.”

“Good, and your age?”

“A young woman never reveals her age...but if I must, two years old.”

“Alright, and your fur and eye colours?”

“White and silver, and blue, in that order. Or so I’m told, I am colourblind.”

“Of course,” the doctor chuckled, writing something on the tablet, “I think that will do. Now let’s check your measurements and health.”

Carrie let out the faintest grin, she liked this part. Standing up, she followed the doctor over to the height chart, getting right against the wall.

“Now stand very still, that’s a good girl,” the young man muttered, staring closely at the chart before writing something down, “fifty one point four centimetres, a good height.”

Carrie smirked with pride. It was a perfect height, befitting a perfect dog. Her height appeared on the wall screen in numbers.

“Now, let’s check your weight,” he said with a hint of care, eyeing the pendulous stomach between Carrie’s legs as it jiggled and swayed with her steps.

The hefty husky stepped onto the scale pad, waiting dutifully as the small monitor flickered before deciding on a number. The doctor’s eyes widened at the result.

“Wow, one twenty five,” he muttered, adding it into his device which displayed it on the black screen. Carrie flicked her tail proudly, she was getting bigger and more attractive by the day!

The doctor returned to his desk and pulled open a drawer while Carrie plodded off the scale and back to Emily. The two girls watched as he pulled out a small flashlight, a stethoscope and a tongue depressor, which looked to Carrie like the stick of a lollipop Emily would share with her on a hot summer’s day.

The doctor kneeled down to Carrie and, knowing what was coming, the husky opened her maw to let the flashlight shine inside.
“Teeth are nice and healthy,” he muttered, looking around at the canine’s fangs, then replaced it with the depressor to her long tongue, “hmm, throat looks good.” He discarded the small wooden stick and pulled the stethoscope into his ears, placing it onto Carrie’s chest. “Heartbeat...surprisingly normal.

“I must say Miss Turner,” he spoke out loud to Emily, standing back up straight, “you’re definitely taking great care of Carrie. Aside from her high weight, she’s perfectly healthy!”

“Thanks, I really do my best for her,” Emily smiled, scratching the head of her furry friend, who turned her nose up in the air with a smug smirk on her maw.

“And it shows,” he smiled back, putting his utensils on the desk and motioning toward the other side of the room, “now, let’s just check her physical attributes, shall we?”

“Of course,” Emily nodded, getting up and following the doctor to the exercise course. Carrie followed behind, her smirk replaced by a scowl mixed with dread and distaste as she eyed up the obstacles. She was set in front of a steep ramp, which made her paws start to hurt just from looking up at it.

“I’m sure you know the course by now?” The doctor asked Carrie, fishing a timer from his lab coat pocket.

“Yes yes, I know how this ghastly thing works,” she huffed, shooting him a look of pure death, “can we please just get on with it?”

Emily kneeled down by her dog and stroked down her head. “Remember, I’ll see if I can get you that special food if you do well.” She mumbled quietly.

“Oh very well,” the husky sighed, preparing herself to run, or rather jog, the course.

The doctor had his finger over a button. “And...go!”



Much later, Carrie was but a large lump under the blanket of her lush kennel. Her paws were aching, her legs were screaming and her mood was sour. Running the obstacle course always put a damper on her day, and today was no different; the ramps were too steep, she nearly slipped off the catwalk, and the tunnels were so small she had to wiggle through every one. She simply sauntered around every hurdle and jump, not even bothering to try them, but it was rather unlikely she’d make it over.

She let out an exasperated groan when a knock on her kennel door interrupted her beauty nap, and poked her head out from under the blanket to scowl at the guilty party. Her expression softened when it turned out to be Emily with a plastic tub in her hand, and she simply watched as she opened the door and let herself in.

“Hey big girl,” she said softly, kneeling down to the tuckered out ball of fur and smiling warmly, “recovered yet?”

“Hardly,” Carrie sighed, stretching out her limbs beneath her blanket, “my paws are screaming. I absolutely despise that stupid obstacle course.”

“It wasn’t so bad,” The carer grinned, stroking her dog’s side through the fabric, “you did knock a few seconds off your record this time!”

“Hm,” the dog hummed, considering this new information, “well, I suppose that is rather good, but that doesn’t fix my poor legs.” She rolled onto her back, sighing overdramatically.

“Then maybe your dinner will,” Emily grinned, popping open the plastic tub.

Carrie’s eyelids shot wide open as the warm smell of freshly cooked meat glided into her nostrils. She flopped onto her front and snuffled intently at the tub, licking her maw at the brown steak inside.

“Mm, indeed, that will about do it,” she slobbered, her stomach growling in anticipation, “is this the…?”

“Indeed it is,” her carer nodded, knowing full well that the one cure for an upset spoilt rotten husky was rich food, “I got the chemical sprinkled on it, if you like it I can get you some more.”

“Oh Emily, you always know just how to cheer me up,” Carrie sighed, emerging from her bed to watch the human plop the steak into her food bowl, “it looks and smells divine~”

“And it’s all yours,” Emily grinned, scratching under the plump pooch’s soft chin, “so enjoy!”

“Oh, I shall!” the husky practically giggled, plodding to her bowl and shoving her maw right into it. Emily giggled and exited the kennel, leaving her to it.

Carrie’s curled tail began wagging as she tasted the perfectly cooked meat. Albion Labs always took great care of its subjects, and the food was no different; even special orders demanded by the mollycoddled mutt were of the highest quality.

Emily hadn’t lied either; indeed, the taste of the steak practically exploded in Carrie’s maw as she chewed, causing her to moan with sheer glee as she ate. She was overwhelmed with a sheer unadulterated need for more, and had the drive to fulfill that need.

In record time, all that was left of Carrie’s dinner was a bowl stained with grease, and a small sliver of bone that she’d taken to her bed to nibble on after a hearty drink of water. Of course she loved bones, being a dog overall, and her chewing was rather slow and soft as a sudden weariness washed over her. Normally it’d take a few steaks to satiate Carrie, but here she was was laying in her bed with a nicely full belly from just one. Emily’s other promise had come true, it seemed.

Setting the bone outside her bed, the hefty husky stretched out her limbs and let out a loud yawn before snuggling under her blanket.
“Aah, that was a lovely dinner,” she muttered to herself, feeling sleep begin to wash over her, “I wonder what’s, for breakfast…”



The next morning, Emily walked down the aisle of kennels with a tub of sausages in her hand, off to give Carrie her breakfast. Once she’d reached the right door, she blinked skeptically at what was inside.

Indeed, Carrie was in front of her mirror eyeing herself up as always, but she was...larger. Her stomach stuck out another inch or two outwards, pushing slightly against her forelegs. Her neck and back had developed more folds and rolls, and her haunches were even wider and thicker. Her fluffy cheeks had puffed up, smushing slightly into her peripheral vision as she smirked to her reflection, and a double chin had appeared underneath her maw. Even her paws had gotten extra padding!

“Morning Carrie” Emily greeted, opening the door and coming in,” how’d that steak treat you?”

“Oh, very well thank you,” Carrie chuckled, sending a small cascade of ripples through her stomach, “you were right about that chemical, it was just as good as you said.” She flashed herself a wink. “And it’s done wonders for my looks~”

“I’m glad you liked it, because I’ve got some interesting news,” her carer smiled, running a hand down the rolls on Carrie’s back, “I talked to the doctor I got the chemical from after I got your bowl, and she told me she still needed to test it. So, she’s going to let you test it! That way, you get more tasty food and she gets results!”

“Wait so, I can have more of that delicious chemical?” Carrie gasped, eyes widened and tail wagging with anticipation, “As in, with every meal?”

“And your snacks too, if you like,” Emily grinned, popping open the tub and pouring its contents into Carrie’s lavish bowl, “look, I put some on your sausages this morning!”

“Oh how you spoil me,” Carrie giggled, getting up and affectionately rubbing her adipose-ridden middle against Emily, “I love it~”

“I know you do,” Emily smiled, rubbing and patting Carrie’s side, causing it to wobble and slosh, “go ahead then!”

“Bon appetit~” the hefty husky grinned, dunking her head into her bowl and chuckling greedily as she slurped up her breakfast, with Emily closely taking notes.



A whole month had passed, and it was time for Carrie’s check-up once again. She and Emily were inside the aptitude lab, with the doctor looking rather nervously at the dog scale.

“Um, well I’m not sure how,” he began, watching the black screen reveal the results, “but in the last month, Carrie has somehow shot up from one-twenty-five to...two-sixty-three!”

Carrie was much less of a dog and more of a ball of jiggling fluff on legs with a head and tail attached. Thanks to her new chemical-addled diet, her weight had skyrocketed since the last time she was weighed. The chemical did indeed make food tastier and fill her up faster, but the calories she took in nearly instantly converted into fat in her sleep, which was not helped by her sudden drowsiness after taking it.

Her neck was more a large thick lump of soft furry flab, it and her back practically covered in rolls and folds. Her stomach just about brushed against the floor and pushed against all her legs, rounding out the sides of her and swinging like a large wobbly pendulum as she waddled around. Her haunches were thick and thunderous, and a thick roll of adipose had appeared on her forelegs, with her paws thickened up. Her cheeks were undeniably round and puffy, cutting into her peripheral vision even without her grinning. She was nearly constantly panting due to carrying extra weight and warm padding heating her up, causing her treble chins to wobble perpetually. Her tail, while thickened, was still as curly and waggy as ever.

After taking her vitals, and being shocked by her still-regular heart rate, the doctor decided not to make Carrie bother with the obstacle course, leaving Carrie all too delighted to waddle-stomp back to her kennel, of course taking a few rest stops on the way.

Eventually arriving, Carrie sat herself in front of her mirror as Emily stroked down her flabby back lovingly.

“I daresay I look rather ravishing today, do I not~?” The adipose-overtaken dog giggled, her voice deepened from the flab accumulating around her neck.

“Well, I have spotted some dogs eyeing you up lately,” Emily grinned, and she wasn’t lying; while some dogs were rather distasteful about Carrie’s sudden rapid growth, other dogs, male and female alike, rather enjoyed the sight rather subtly, with some secretly hoping she’d grow a little larger.

“Well, can you blame them?” The hefty husky smirked, her eyes nearly disappearing into her cheek flab from it, “I am to die for, after all~”

She looked toward her dog door, noticing a glint of sunshine from its little window. “In fact, I think I may flaunt my flawless figure a little outside. It is rather sunny after all!”

She plodded to the dog door and began squirming through it, only to suddenly stop once her forelegs and head were through. Her large stomach had smushed through with her a bit, while the rest of her enormous body was trapped on the other side. She pushed with all her might, grunting and heaving loudly, but to no avail.

Emily could only watch on, slightly amused by the sight. “I’ll talk to the maintenance guys about widening your door, shall I?”

“Th-that would be appreciated, thank you,” Carrie huffed, managing to push herself back inside, “well, this is unfortunate. Now my door is too small.”

“Here, you can use mine until yours is bigger,” Emily smiled, standing up and unlocking her portion of the courtyard door, opening it wide enough for the dimpled dog to plod outside to a grass field full of dogs ready to tut at her with disgust or gaze at her with admiration.

And as she rolled onto her side to soak up the sunshine, she received a lot of both. Mostly the latter, surprisingly. Even Jessie couldn’t help but sneak a few glances.