This is more or less a Christmas gift/bribe for  bobert involving two of his canine characters, Sophie and Como. Even though this is Bobert we're talking about here there is no naughty to be found here. Just some silly. Snugs. Swellings. Bigs. Fats. Typical stuff from yours truly. Now to figure out just what kind of presents to shake down out of him in response. |3

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Coffee Craziness

Eyelids heavy, saliva dripped down from Sophie’s pointed teeth when she let loose a jaw splitting yawn. Lips smacking loud enough to drown out the intermittent beeps and buzzes wafting out from the alarm clock just out of reach, the canine squinted at the fuzzy red numbers that graced its curved plastic display.

4:38 AM

Sophie barked at the antagonizing announcement that it was time to rise and shine. She nestled her head into the side of her pillow and closed her eyes once more in defiance. “C’mere, Como,” the husky mumbled. Her arms dragged themselves along the length of her comforter until they came to rest on a boyfriend shaped lump. Fingers curled, Sophie tugged Como close and rested her chin on his noggin.

Como offered nothing but soft snores in response. Dead to the world and Sophie’s affections, he flopped about even as his muzzle was buried deep into his girlfriend’s heaving bosom. The couple laid there in silence for a good half hour. Their chests, and the sheets draped over them, rose and fell with their every breath.

5:00 AM

Soft streaks of sunlight rushed onto the scene to reinforce the faltering alarm. Streams of oranges, pinks, and reds poked through the slits in Sophie’s blinds and danced along the husky’s face. With a resigned sigh the husky brought a hand up to her face in a futile attempt to stave off the sun. Another prolonged yawn escaped from between her parted lips.

“Rise n’ shine, Como,” Sophie sleepily said. Back and forth her nose nuzzled the soft smooth horns that adorned the demon dog’s head.

In turn, the golden furred Labrador lazily slapped at the thick furred hands that cradled him close. “The sun isn’t even awake yet… why should we be?” Como responded. He softly wailed when the wooly warm sheets were pulled back from over his fuzzy frame. “Sophiiiiie it’s a holiday! Nobody’s opening today. We sure as heck aren’t.” Light, and frigid drafts of winter air, drifted over towards him from their bedroom’s poorly sealed window.

“All part of the territory, hun.” Sophie answered with a smirk. “Comes with being a part of the business. Besides, you could use a dry run.” She planted a smooch upon his noggin before rolling out of bed. Patting down some rust-red tufts of fur, the husky sauntered on over to her dresser and silenced the alarm with a smack. “We’re late enough as it is.” Sophie slammed her jaws shut as she stifled yet another yawn. “Now shower up. You’re getting off easy today, and you know it, only because of the holiday. That and on account of how darn cute you are.” She sashayed her bountiful behind at her bedbound boyfriend before plodding off into her personal bathroom.

Letting loose a subdued bark, Como rolled himself off their bed. Flannel sheets caught around his legs as they came to dangle over the edge of the mattress. “I’ll catch up with you,” he sighed with his arms flopped out before him. Resting his chin upon the disheveled comforter he reluctantly allowed himself to slide off and onto the floor.

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Hair still damp, the demon Labrador made the rounds through the apartment. Navigating narrow hallways, a cluttered kitchen, and a barren living room yielded nothing. There was no homely husky to be found! Sophie must’ve already made her way down to the shop.

Sliding on his sandals as he brushed out the wrinkles in his shirt, Como casually tossed open their apartment’s front door. Or. Well, he tried to. The slab of wood and metal jostled slightly within its frame. Lips gone flat, the canine wrapped both his hands around the door knob and tugged. In fits and spurts it swung along its hinges while softly dragging against the carpet.

“Almost…” Como grunted as he squeezed his lithe form through the pitiful gap he had created. With just as much effort he slowly dragged the door shut behind him. Wiping his brow, the demon dog turned his attention towards the broad stairwell before him.

“Anytime now, Como!” Sophie’s voice reverberated up from the level below.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” He hurriedly replied. The clapping of Como’s sandals against the carpeted steps nearly drowned out his response. Rushing down the stairwell and through a pair of double doors he abruptly found himself within a walk-in closet. He sniffed and snuffed delightedly at the bevy of aromas that wafted around him. Shaking his head side to side, he forced himself ever onward through the rows of neatly stacked sacks of coffee beans that lined the airy shelves. “Alright, alright, I’m here!” Como barked in announcement while he tossed open yet another set of double doors.

Clad in an apron and her attention focused elsewhere, Sophie gently bumped her boyfriend aside with a swing of her hips. “Took you long enough!” Hands placed upon her sides, the husky was careful not to let her elbows bop against the cash register or the glistening coffee makers on the counters that flanked her. A gentle and inviting heat wafted out from the top of the metallic machines that lined the walls. “Time to learn the ins and outs of brewing, hun.”

Nostrils flared, Como inhaled deeply of the balmy and practically suffocating air. Head tilted back, eyes barely leveling out above his girlfriend’s navel, the demon dog peered up at his now beloved business partner. He had agreed to this, after all. Given his lack of uhh… gainful employment, Como was more than willing to do whatever it took to support his lovely lady! That and maybe he had kind of sort of worked out with Sophie that a part-time schedule, without pay, could equate to his share of the monthly rent. Not like he’d mind working together with her though in such wonderfully warm, intimate, and cramped quarters. His eyes drifted down. The husky’s broad thighs practically filled up the entirety of the aisle. Those wonderful denim covered curves brushed against the smooth granite countertops.

“For starters, even when done right, this takes some time,” Sophie stated matter of factly. “Hence us shooting to get brewing and stewing before the crack of dawn. After all, we need to have something ready to serve when the first customers come a ring-a-dinging in come opening.” Eyes half-lidded, her lips curled up into a knowing smile. “There’s a lot to remember. So don’t sweat your first couple of flubs.”

Como’s tail whacked gently back and forth against the cabinets beneath the countertops. “Where do I start?” An arf slipped free from his lips when his vision went black and fuzzy. The wagging of his tail subsided as a great scratchy weight flumped atop him.

“The uniform, for one. Only employees are allowed back here,” Sophie shot back with a smirk. Hands crossed about her bountiful chest she patiently waited for him to slip on the apron in a fumbled fashion. “Here, I’ll help.” Tutting and shaking her head, the husky reached forward and let her thick and heavy hands fall down upon her boyfriend’s shoulders. Spinning him about in place Sophie rotated her cutie canine until his back was towards her. Rust red fingers pinched together, she deftly tightened the drawstrings on Como’s apron.

Como took to brushing away the colorful stains that dotted his chest and waist the best he could. Blocky grains of sugar contrasted sharply against the bevvy of brown splotches as they tumbled down the vertical incline of the canine’s chest.

“Ready, Como?”

The demon dog leaned back into his hulking husky and nodded. With every bob of his head, Como’s horn tipped noggin brushed and bumped against Sophie’s heaving bosom.

“Save it for later, hun,” Sophie replied. An amused giggle slipped free from those plump feminine lips of hers. She reached out and slapped a hand against one of the coffee makers and cleared her voice. “Now then, let’s get started.” The rattling of metal violently sounded out as Sophie continued to whap against the top of the coffee maker. “This right here is where the magic happens.” The husky dragged a padded finger along the side of the machine and flipped open a polished plate of steel. With a wave of her hand, she beckoned Como over so that he might ogle at its innards.

Standing on his tippytoes, Como peered into the inner machinations of the coffee creating enigma that sat before him. Two pieces of plastic, one black and one white, greeted him.

“Right there,” Sophie pointed at the arch shaped hunk of white, “is where our water goes. Easily the most important step in the process. No water means no straining. And no straining means no coffee.” Leaning to her side, aisle filling booty bumping Como aside as she did so, the canine reached out towards a nearby sink. She scooped up the pitcher sitting within its base. It sloshed noisily while she guided it back over towards her. “Don’t worry about topping it off. The machine is smart enough to know to only use so much water per pot,” Sophie gestured at the coffee maker with her free hand. Wrist tilting forward, she emptied the pitcher’s sparkling contents into its proper place in the machine. Gurgling could be heard from within as a clear cylinder, notched with measurements in terms of gallons and liters, filled up along the side of the coffee creator.

It hadn’t taken long for the vocabulary casually being tossed around to go in one ear and out the other. Como simply nodded in acknowledgement. Water goes in there. For some specified but not fully understood reason. Got it.

The husky’s finger drifted towards the circular piece of black plastic nestled inside the curve of the arch. Jutting ridges lined its interior. “Over there is where our filters and coffee grounds go. In that order.” Sophie padded further down the aisle before dropping to her knees. Her ample ass briefly caught atop the opposite counter when she did so. With a creak she propped open a cabinet and fished out a paper filter from its shaded interior.

Como tossed his head back and forth as Sophie set the filter within the machine. All this effort for a simple cup of coffee? He honestly didn’t see the appeal. At least not when compared to the delightful lack of effort required to prep a proper cup of tea. Simply slip some tea leaves into a kettle, pour boiling water over, let it stew, and serve. The demon dog’s mental musings at how delightful a piping hot cup of green tea would be right about now were interrupted by a persistent rustling and shuffling. Ears perked to attention, he focused intently on Sophie once more. She was emptying a bag of coffee grounds into the paper filter that had been placed prior.

“With that outta the way we’re done up here.” Sophie slammed the top down with a raucous clang. “Now comes the easy part.” Tail swishing behind her, the husky ever so gently grasped the well-worn handle of a glass coffee pot. She slowly slid it into a cavernous opening within the coffee maker itself. Shortly after, she mooshed a padded finger against the touch button interface lining the side of the machine. “And done!” Sophie casually remarked.

Puffs of steam wafted out the gaps in the metal plating. A low but steady gurgling emanated from the machine as amber colored liquid dripped down into the waiting coffee pot below. Drips gave way to splishes and splashes when the glass floor gave way to a rippling pond of steaming coffee.

Como shrugged. “That’s it?” Pffff. This was gonna be easy!

“The barebones, yeah. Any idiot with a store bought coffee maker can do what we just did. Next comes the crash course in the finer points of brewing.” Brushing Como aside with her voluptuous hips, Sophie sauntered her way to the walk-in closet Como barged his way in through. Grunts and urfs could be heard through the swinging double doors. Sophie lumbered back in with a sack of coffee grounds hoisted over her shoulder. She let it slide onto the ground with a resounding thump once she neared her boyfriend in training.

“…Which includes?” Como’s tail flopped down between his legs. Whatever hope he had for an easy out had been bludgeoned to death by that burlap bevvy of coffee beans.

Sophie held a hand out before her and tapped against her fingers as she counted off the lectures and lessons still to come. “There’s the quality of the water itself for starters. Tap water is a no no. Bottled water is… well it’s supposed to be better but I don’t trust any of ‘em. None of those bottling companies disclose whether they use soft water or hard water. Hell, or even how stringent their filtering is!”

“Ummm…” Only a handful of syllables in and Como was already lost.

Heavy feet thumping against the floor, the husky led her golden furred Labrador over towards the sink. She flicked a finger against the knobbed piece of plastic wrapped around the faucet. “Now what I do is hedge my bets. We’ve got a faucet filter set up on the tap and then the pitchers themselves are fitted with them too. I’m pretty confident in the quality of the water we brew with, is what I’m saying.”

Teeth biting down into his lips the demon dog forced his head to bob up and down. T-this was for her, after all.

“Now that that’s outta the way we need to talk about the preparation of the water itself,” Sophie continued on. Her thunderous thighs bapped against Como and forced him back as she took to pacing down the aisle.

“Water is water!” The demon dog barked. “Just… you just boil it, right?” His complaints were subdued by the walls of flesh filled denim that bumped and bounced him back to the tune of his girlfriend’s gait.

Waving an outstretched index finger side to side Sophie tutted at her trainee. “That’s where you’d be wrong! Water temp plays a huge role in the taste. Too cold and it’ll taste. Well. Watery. Too hot and you end up boiling away all the flavor resulting in uhh… something not quite as watery. There’s a delicate balance to be struck.”

Como inhaled deeply and sighed as he relegated his moans and groans to the confines of his noggin. He might’ve bitten off more than he could chew.

“That sweet spot is somewhere around the 190 to 200 degree mark. Now before you ask, yes, we’re talking Fahrenheit. And just to clarify, I’m talking about the water used to strain the coffee grounds. Not the brew itself…”

The canine tugged at his apron and stifled a whine. “She’s still going on about JUST the water,” he worriedly mused.

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How Sophie managed this all of without any magic whatsoever at her disposal boggled Como’s mind. Panting, he shuffled back and forth through the aisle. Tucked away into the corner, purposefully distanced from the hustle and bustle of the register and walk-in closet, lay a stove. The frothing of boiling water competed with the rhythmic ticking of an egg timer for an auditory acknowledgment. With a flick of the demon dog’s finger, blackened veiny branches pulled themselves out of the shadows on the wall. They coiled around the bulbous red plastic tip of a thermometer balanced on the counter, careful not to scratch at the tiny screen embedded within it, and cautiously lifted it up in shaking fits and spurts. At Como’s behest the shadowy snares gingerly lowered the metal tip of the thermometer into the bubbling torrent of boiling water and papped at one of the buttons beside the screen.

Como squinted his eyes at the digital readout while he fumbled with the... Sophie called it a burr mill grinder but fuck all if he could tell the difference between it and any other kind of grinder. All he knew was that this one was hand operated. Whatever the readout said it was illegible from this far away. Hmmph. Sighing to himself, Como peeled back the top of a nondescript brown paper bag. The aromatic scent of roasted coffee beans overwhelmed his nostrils. Shaking his head, he held it up over the blades of the grinder and emptied the bag’s contents amongst the angled steel blades. Coarse brown flakes lined the removable container just beneath the manually powered metal. All of which originated from Como’s prior attempts at brewing a cup of coffee that met Sophie’s lofty standards.

Rolling his shoulders, the Labrador plodded on over towards the stove. “Let’s see where we’re at,” Como mumbled to himself. It had taken some time, and a mind numbing amount of repetition, but Sophie’s steps for brewing the perfect pot of coffee had ingrained themselves into his wearied fuzzy head. At this point he slogged his way through the motions in the feverish hope that Sophie would finally approve of his efforts and relieve him of his training.

Additional shadows, twisted into tendrils, crept out from the cabinets above the counter. They heeded Como’s beckoning and tugged at the wooden handle of the grinder. Coffee beans crunched between the blades.

“We are at… 157, oh, wait, no now we’re at 160 degrees,” Como announced aloud.

“And the ideal sweet spot is what again, hun?” Sophie asked in turn. Weaving through the tables of the shop at large the husky took to tidying up the place at her leisure. Restocking sugar packets, creamer, salt shakers, the works.

Eyes half lidded, the demon dog let his gaze linger on the thermometer. Condensation collected on the black vines holding it aloft. “Between 190 and 200. Preferably 195.”

“Attaboy,” she barked back with pride.

Como rubbed at the back of his head and impatiently awaited the temperature to tick on up. The paper filter had already been set. The freshest of coffee beans were being grounded as he spoke. All that remained was the water.

Just outside of the demon dog’s periphery, and beyond Sophie’s perception, conjured coils of shadows continued to work the burr mill grinder. Additional tendrils slunk on down from the darkened interiors of the cabinets so as to speed up the process. They flailed and reached out for the rotating handle, failing spectacularly and only ending up caught amongst the rustling and shuffling sea of coffee beans. As they found themselves ground between blades they vanished into a puff of purple smoke. The coffee grounds came to be infused with their demonic presence.

The summoned shadows tapped the thermometer against the bottom of the pot once the one hundred and ninety degree threshold had been crossed. “For the umpteenth time, let’s see how this turns out…” Como groaned. A wave of his hand dismissed the inky black vines hovering over the stove. With a click and a clatter the thermometer came to rest upon the counter once more. Ignoring the ringing of the egg timer, the canine flicked off the stove top burner. The red hot metal coils beneath the pot of still seething liquid dulled in color. Hands clasped carefully around the pot’s handle, Como carefully navigated his way down the aisle.

“What kind of blend did you use this time around?” Sophie inquired. Spray bottle in hand, the husky had taken to washing the frost caked windows lining the front of the shop.

Steam wafting up around him as Como emptied the water into the top of the coffee maker. At Sophie’s prompting his eyes drifted towards the sides of their sockets. He lazily focused his attention on the brown paper tatters that bobbed beside the burr mill grinder. “…Mocha Menace?” Once enough coffee grounds had been… ground, Como dismissed his shadowy servants from their stations. The tendrils released their grip on the worn wooden handle and slunk back into the cabinets as quietly as they came.

“Oooh that reminds me!” Sophie’s ears perked up to attention while she dragged a paper towel up and down the length of the now soapy windows. “Never did go over with ya what all differentiates one kind of coffee from another! Mocha, Latte, Cappuccino, Espresso, Cubano, Café con leche…” The husky’s tail took to wagging excitedly as she listed them off without pause.

“That can be tomorrow’s lesson,” Como barked tiredly. Having emptied the coffee grounds into the paper filter he gently closed the top of the coffee maker. Pot at the ready he went ahead and kicked off the brewing process. Leaning back against the counter he tossed his head back and sighed. The golden furred canine closed his eyes and drew in the, admittedly pleasant, smells of this latest batch. It was smoky, rich, and a delightfully heavy on his nose. Whether or not the unacknowledged and quizzically purple puffs of steam wafting out the sides of the machine had anything to do with that was anybody’s guess.

DING

The smoke having long since settled, Como creaked open his eyes. He tugged the coffee pot out of its metal cradle and poured a cup. Oh how he prayed, pleaded, and hoped beyond hope that this would be the brew to finally meet Sophie’s stringent standards. “One cup of Mocha Menace, served hot!” Como called out. Mug cupped between his fuzzy hands, he walked it over to his large lady in waiting.

Sophie hmm hmm hmmed when she clasped her thick hands around her boyfriend’s own. “And you warmed the mug prior to pouring?”

“What difference does it make?” Como whined.

“Keeps the coffee hotter longer, hun. Maintains the taste and quality.” She twiddled her fingers against his own. “I’ll let it slide this time,” Sophie teased as she leaned forward and planted a kiss upon her Labrador’s forehead. Sliding her rust furred digits between the gaps in Como’s own she claimed the coffee mug as her own and brought it up to her lips. The husky sniffed and snuffed at the brown brew methodically. Lips puckered, she blew at the top of its seething surface before bringing it up to her maw. Her throat bulged with the first swallow. It continued to do so methodically as she inhaled deeply through her nose.

Tail wagging, she tugged the mug away from her lips. “Mmm mmm mmm!” Sophie smacked her lips loudly and sighed contentedly. Chin tucked against her pillowy chest, she turned her attention down to her eagerly awaiting bofriend.

Hands clasped together, Como shook them before him in a pitiful and pleading manner. “Well?”

A lopsided smirk creased Sophie’s fuzzy mug. “…I’ve had worse,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Stifling a giggle, the husky reached forward and ruffled his horned head of hair with her free hand.

“Must not have liked it very much then, huh?” Como shot back as he eyed her downing the remaining contents of her cup with gusto.

Sophie stifled a piercing urp. “Better than letting it go to waste. That’s all.” Patting a fist against her chest, she did her best to maintain face.

“You liiiiiiked it! Admit it!” Leaning into her thunderous thigh, Como nuzzled against her toned tummy.

“Alright, alright, so maybe I did.” Her boyfriend attached to her hip through the magnetic properties of puppy love, Sophie sauntered on over back behind the counter. “That’s enough training for today. Whaddaya say we grab some lunch?” Fingers curled about the warm handle of the entire coffee pot she had surreptitiously claimed for herself, Sophie cast a judgmental gaze over her coffee kingdom. The sink was full of stained mugs, splotched with hues of black and brown. Shredded coffee grounds still remained within the grinder. Then of course there were the dozen or so discarded bags of coffee beans piled along the counters. “We can clean up the place afterwards.”

“Fine by me!” A heaving sigh slipped free from Como’s lips. Arms wrapped about one of her legs, his pitter patter steps struggled to keep up with Sophie’s relatively longer gait. Lunch sounded good. Not work sounded VERY good. He resumed nuzzling against those denim wrapped thighs as the light came and went with their traversal into and out of the walk-in closet and back into the stairwell leading up to their apartment.

“BUUURRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP!” A monstrous and incredibly unladylike belch erupted from Sophie’s lips. Hues of red that rivaled the rusty coloration of her fur burned through the husky’s cheeks. “Scuse me! Mmfff that coffee of yours Como… sits heavy down here.” She slapped her free hand against her cream colored tummy. “That was the Mocha Menace blend, right?” Her eyes darted back and forth between the coffee pot in hand and the stairs before them. “No way I’m making it back up there without this sloshing everywhere,” Sophie mentally chastised herself. The scalding hot nature of the contents she was carrying gave her reason to pause. Lips pulled back she inhaled through her teeth. “Well. I was the one just harping about not letting a perfectly fine brew go to waste.” Unwilling to live with the cognitive dissonance, she cautiously brought the coffee pot up to her muzzle.

Como hmmphed when his grip faltered. Fingers curled tight together, he refused to relent even as Sophie’s leg tensed. The muscles in her legs bloating in an attempt to pry his arms apart. “You got it!” He clung tighter and tighter to his girlfriend’s limb even as, with every loud and gasping swallow, it continued to thicken and actively foil his attempts.

Another loud and raucous belch escaped from the husky’s mouth. “Oooooof,” Sophie grunted as she pounded at her chest once more. She held up the now half-full coffee pot. Now this, this was something the canine could safely work with. One paw in front of the other, each thudding heavily against the carpeted steps, Sophie made her ascent. That coffee…mmpph. It weighed down heavily on her stomach. On her bloated feet leaving imprints in the carpet fibers and the wood beneath. “The caffeine’ll kick in soon enough,” she reassured herself as she lumbered up to the front door. With great effort she squeezed herself through the door frame. “Come on, Como,” she playfully growled before shaking him off her leg so she could force her way in.

Tail wagging furiously behind him the demon dog couldn’t help but giggle gleefully. Finally, finally, finally! He was done for the day. Dragging a fuzzy arm along his brow, he sighed in relief. Now he was free to relax. Free to nap. Free to ogle his girlfriend spilling out of her clothes annnd hold on. Como blinked repeatedly. Those once snugly fitting jeans had become fur tight upon Sophie’s swollen frame. Strands of fur, and fat, poked out from between where those golden weaves had unraveled amongst the individual threads of blue fabric. Alright, fantastical and desirable as that was it didn’t strike Como as all that common an occurrence.

Panting, Sophie warily waddled through her apartment. Her newly acquired and as of yet unnoticed muffin top, fuzzy flesh spilling out over the top of her waist, brushed against the narrow hallway that served as the transition from their front door to the kitchen. “Urf,” she exhaled heavily. Something wasn’t right. The husky’s steps felt slow, heavy, and lethargic. Every footfall sent the dishware up in the kitchen cupboards and the sink clanging violently. “Must’ve… must’ve…” Sophie blearily struggled to string together her thoughts. Maybe she just didn’t get enough sleep last night. Or maybe she had spent more time down in the shop with Como than she should have. Whatever it was… she knew how to fix it. Thick pink tongue poking out from between her lips, Sophie dragged it along her muzzle. Maybe she was overdoing it but she needed her caffeine fix and fast. Head tilted back she all but inhaled the remaining contents of the coffee pot. Smacking her lips loudly and letting out a mighty belch purple puffs of breath wafted free from her maw.

Como’s eyes went wide at the raucous eruption. That… how?! Her breath reeked of the telltale signs of dark magic. Yet he was the sole source of it in here and he had no inclinations, made no effort, to do anything of the sort to Sophie. “Think,” the demon doggie steadied his frazzled nerves as he gazed upon his girlfriend. “She urped up the magic so it had to have been ingested.” His eyes dipped down towards the coffee pot lazily held in her hand. Forcing a nervous grin he dragged a hand through his moppy head of hair. “I’m not sure how I screwed up, but I did. M-maybe it won’t be so bad?” Surely his laziness or inattentiveness, those covered most of the probably bases, couldn’t have let that much dark magic trickle into the brew.

Dazed and gorged on magic, Sophie waddled around their living room aimlessly. Groans and tears rumbled out from her clothing as golden threads of lace exploded off the seams of her jeans. Her belt, valiantly holding back a veritable flabalanche, held in place even as her zipper peeled free in a screeching manner. “What all… what all was in that coffee again, Como?” Thickening fingers scrunching against her cream furred belly, the husky’s cheeks puffed out as a window rattling belch roared free from her ripping lips. Said cheeks remained puffed as her entire face softened. Those chubby cheeks came to press up against the side of her eyes while her chin err… chins came to dribble down against her overflowing chest.

“More than I might have intended…” The diminutive canine whimpered back while his girlfriend came to slowly monopolize his view. “Mortal frames weren’t meant to hold magic,” thought Como. The intrinsic capabilities required to wield it were entirely lacking within them and as such it simply collected within their frames. Forcing their bodies to bloat and swell, dangerously so, to contain it.

Voice growing deep and husky, Sophie allowed herself to flop back onto their couch with a tired groan. No attempt was made by the leather furniture to so much as support the avalanche of ass that overwhelmed it. Upon contact it simply flattened against the carpeted floor with a crunch. Whatever smattering of stuffing, cushioning, and wood that tried to scatter free were al buried under the big dog butt. It all simply vanished under the flabby female’s behind. “Como… I…” Sophie let out a pained moan as her belt embedded itself deep into her heaving gut. “Little help here?”

Swallowing hard, the Labrador timidly approached his bloated beloved. Cracks in the plaster of the wall splintered out from where her broad back pressed against it. Heart pounding its way out of his chest, he meandered around a swollen paw that matched him in size. Each one of her toes bigger than his head, warm, and so plump and fatty that they chafed against one another. Those legs of hers… he eeped when she shifted them in discomfort and kicked their coffee table clear against the opposite wall with no effort whatsoever. Those poor jeans barely came down past her waist on those thunderous columns. Each limb easily matched their mattress in terms of sheer thickness. Annnnd firmness.

Sophie spread her legs apart as they had come to chafe against one another but wheezed painfully as her belt dug itself ever deeper into her waist. A roaring rip sounded out while her jeans pulled themselves apart, thread by blue denim thread, until nothing but a dangerously constrictive ring of fabric clamped down around her waist. Up above, her apron and shirt had long since receded up her arms, past those bulky shoulders, and wrapped themselves firmly around Sophie’s now sofa sized sweater muffins.

Como scrambled over those gargantuan limbs. “J-just hang on a little bit longer!” With a pained oof he flopped down into the carpeted gap between Sophie’s legs and focused intently on the bothersome belt. Folds of fat, billowing down from that gurgling gut of hers, spilled over the improbably well-crafted black line of leather. Arms held up overhead, breathing ragged from the hundred plus pounds of chub he held above him, Como pushed the pudge away so as to get a proper look at the problem. “There’s… no way I’m getting this off,” he grunted. Not via any conventional manner anyway. The pudgening pressure had all but embedded, coiled, and trapped the leather of the belt into the belt buckle itself. Surely it would break free eventually but… it would be a painful process. Como shook his head side to side. Dark magic started this mess. The least it could do was alleviate it.

Steadying his breathing as his arms trembled, the demon dog affixed his gaze on that belt. The shadows and lack of light caught between Sophie’s folds of fat inched out towards the belt and drilled into its taut surface. Those tendrils clawed, scraped, and scratched away at the fibrous threads holding back the flabalanche with furious gusto. “Reeeaaaallly hope that buckle doesn’t deck me,” Como worriedly whined as the belt pulled apart. “Please please please please plOOMPH!” The sound of glass shattering, belt buckle embedding itself into the TV, was the last thing Como heard before twin folds of fuzzy fat swallowed him up. Gurgles and soft sloshes were the only auditory inputs he had now. That and the sound of a very relieved sigh.

“Thaaaaaanks hun,” Sophie bellowed in delight. Hands rubbing over her swollen gut, legs forced far apart and pressing against opposite walls of the living room, the husky leaned back and breathed easy. Her ears flattened against her head as she slid down against the wall, now bowing inward, and came to rest with a thud against the floor.

Wonderful warmth and a lack of light enveloped Como within the smothering folds of Sophie’s belly. Squished tight between mounds of fur and fat both above and below, his breaths grew shallow. “You’re welcome!” the canine squeaked out. Thrusting his arms forward through the fields of flesh he oofed in relief when stale air whisked against his limbs.

Sophie let out rumbling giggles every time her boyfriend brushed and squirmed against her flab. “Comoooo… that feels wonderful…” she contentedly stated. Eyelids dripping down, the husky was feeling adequately chubby tired given that she packed a couple tons onto her weight in a fifteen minute period. It was more than enough to overwhelm and smother the caffeine an entire pot of coffee would have provided.

Waves of fat rippling along that belly, Como was carried along the currents and forced out to freedom with a plop. Hands against the floor he took deep glorious gasping breaths. Panting, his eyes went wide at just how much more she had swollen. There had been furniture in here at one point. N-not that he minded the new décor consisting entirely of swollen Sophie. Those plump feet of hers were impossibly swollen now. They were now wider than the doorframes of their apartment than they shuffled against and those thick toes twiddled lazily against the top of the frame itself. Her legs… well. Hallway filling was the only description that came to mind. “Sophie? You okay?” Nervousness still present in his voice, the ever faithful demon dog grabbed at that cream colored gut that nearly stretched on to the ceiling.

“Mmhmmmmmmm,” the husky sleepily answered. Pleasant oofs and mmffs slipped free from her maw as Como ascended her taut tummy. As did a couple billowing belches that sent turbulent gales roaring through their apartment. Blinds clanged against the window cabinets were tossed open, and mail piled along the kitchen counters flailed along the breeze. “Pardon me,” Sophie giggled in apology.

“I’m…” Como’s facial fur was blown back by another raucous belch upon completing his ascent. “I’m making this worse aren’t I?” He asked aloud as torrents of magic sloshed around in his girlfriend’s gut and prompted it to expand outward and upward. The canine eeped as he felt himself being pressed into the ceiling and hurriedly slid down its softs curves. Blushing furiously, he found himself bopping against those bountiful boyfriend dwarfing breasts. Veritable hills of flesh loomed above him and obscured his view of the fatty face hiding behind their horizons.

A whine, low and husky, rumbled free from Sophie’s maw. “Awwwwwww why’d you stop? You were so good at it!” The golden fur upon the Labrador’s face took on a rosey red hue in response. “Hmmph. Welp. Here’s what you get for being so cuteeee…” She drawled on as the canine tucked her soft chins against her chest and leaned forward with lips puckered.

“S-s-sophie hold on!” Silence reigned when very plump swollen lips covered his entire body and gave him reason to pause. Eyes closed, Como kissed back passionately. “A-a-aren’t you mad?” Another bevy of kisses. “This is just the chubby tired talking. I know you’re going to be mad come-” Sampling of smooches shooshed him. He sighed. Shy smile creasing upon his lips, Como tilted his gaze upwards and leaned forward to kiss his growy girlfriend. “Prooomise not to be too mad when you come to your senses, alright? I’ll have a nice cup of coffee waiting for you when you do.”