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It was the off season on the coastal region. The boardwalk was practically a ghost town as only the occasional local could be seen jogging from one end to the other. The beach was just as empty with only some leftover litter from the last beachgoers of the season and the seagulls scavenging for any scraps of food they hadn’t already gobbled up. Even the ocean water seemed to have died down as waves didn’t form. There water merely cascading back and forth across the sand flattening it and causing any seashells on the surface to sink into the ground.
All the beachouses had been emptied as well, their use no longer needed till the return of the summer months of the following year and were likely to remain vacant till then. That was true for all, save one, as a car pulled up to it. The driver of this shiny, red convertible was a cat by the name of Mia Shiro, the daughter of a rather wealthy family. She had golden orange fur on her backside, with white fur against her muzzle, chest, belly, and underarms. There was also stripes of brown fur on the back sides of her ears. Her hair was brown, medium length and had a tamed, yet wild look to it. Her eyes were golden and she had a long cat tail with a couple white rings near the end of it. She clothed her slender body in a pair of comfy jeans, sandals, as well as a tank top since even though Summer had just ended, didn’t mean the hot weather was calling it quits yet.
In the passenger seat was an anthropomorphic dog. His name was Soray Kuchi, a dog covered over in creamy white fur save for the backs of his ears that were a chocolate brown. He had greenish brown eyes and a medium length, bushy tail. Though not from a wealthy family like Mia, he was dressed in a pair of black shoes, had on some black pants and a white buttoned and collared shirt. However, due to a rather sizeable gut, his shirt strained against it. A few more pounds and it was very likely that the buttons would have started to fly right off. His pants were in just as bad shape as he thick pair of thighs and a bubble butt removed his need for a belt and make fastening the button on the front a hassle. Whenever he’d have to bend over, his rear would also end up poking out of the back as a result it’s girth.
Stopping in front of the garage, the anthro cat driving hit a button on her keychain that activated mechanism to raise up the garage door and allowed her to drive inside and park. Pressing the button once more, the garage closed behind them leaving them in the dark garage, the sunlight leaking in through a window on the side their only source of illumination. as the two exited the car, Mia made her way over to the light switch to help them see better while Soray waited by the car’s trunk. Mia unlocked it it with the press of a button on her car key, and her canine friend pulled the handle to open it up. Together, the two grabbed their suitcases and made their way out of the garage and into the living room of the beach house, the place so quiet it was almost eerie being there.
“I’m glad we were able to come,” Mia broke the silence. “My parents might be rich, but they just never seem to be able to get away from work for more than a day at a time.”
“It was nice that they allowed us to use it for a while,” replied Soray as he sat down on the couch, finding how plush it was and almost dozed off on the spot, in no small part thanks to that tiringly long car ride over.
“Yeah, after all the excitement around here already ended,” she pointed out. “We’re probably the only ones under sixty-five around here. Everyone else is back to work and school now.”
“We didn’t come here to party,” Soray reminded her. “We’re here to help me lose this gut and butt.” He lifted up his shirt to rub his belly, showing off how soft and malleable it was. “You really have to stop tempting me with all that junk food when we hang out. Those cheesy snacks are my Kryptonite.”
“Well, excuse me for being a good host,” she scoffed and grabbed his gut, lifting it up so she could allow it to drop and wobble. Seeing the slight pudge on her chowhound of a friend made her smile. In truth, she intentionally gave him an almost limitless supply of snacks when they hung out because she loved making her friend chubby. This was her guilty pleasure and while Soray may have been trying to shed his blubber, it didn’t change the fact that he was a natural born glutton who’d prefer to laze about and stuff his face than feel the burn from exercising. And, as fate would have it, he had a rather slow metabolism that practically turned every pound of food he ate into a pound of fat on his figure.
To Mia, having a friend she could make bigger and fatter in mere days was the greatest of delights that money couldn’t buy (save for the food to fatten him with). However, Soray saw it more as a curse that would leave him too fat to even get off his butt if he didn’t remain vigilent as to what he put in his body and to try and fit some exercise into his day to work off all those empty calories.
“Hopefully, a month here will be enough to flatten my gut to it’s proper size,” commented Soray. “Maybe, even add some nice muscle to my figure to boot.”
“All that depends on how hard you work,” stated Mia as she took out her phone and opened up the video recorder app. “And to help you stay committed we’ll make a vlog about it to share your progress. All their words of encouragement everyone will give you will definitely boost your morale to help keep you going.”
“I am still not sure if we should do that,” stated Soray, just blushing at the thought of making his fitness training viewable to strangers. “It would be embarrassing if a hundred or so people were watching me try to shed this gut.”
“Don’t forget why we need to do this,” Mia reminded him. “I already did my part in getting us somewhere out of the way so you could shed those pounds without distraction. But as for the matter of food and anything else we need, that’s gotta come from you and the last I recall, you’re flat broke.”
“I’m not broke,” barked Soray. “I just have debt that often leaves me with very little spending money afterwards. But aren’t you the one who is always offering to pay?”
“That was the deal I had to make with my parents so we could get this place,” she explained. “A month’s allowance for this place so now I have maybe enough to take care of myself till we’re done here. You are going to have to earn some quick cash and that’s why we have to set up a vlog for you.”
“I still don’t see how letting total strangers watch me do stuff is going to make them send money,” he stated.
“You really need to get with the times,” sighed Mia. “Tons of people monetize videos doing things like playing video games or doing reviews or whatever. You’d be surprised. Luckily, I have seen plenty and thrown some cash to a few so I, at least know what to do and what viewers want. Just listen to me and you won’t have to worry about money. As for the viewers, just don’t even worry about them. As far as you should be concerned, I just have my phone out while we’re chatting.”
“So, pretty much how things go between us every day,” joked Soray. “Us chatting while you’re playing some game on your phone.”
“Yeah, games,” she replied, though in reality she had been secretly taking photos of his plump parts. “Anyway, just give me a few minutes to set up an account for you and then we can get started.”
While Soray relaxed on the couch, rubbing his gut as he fantasized himself buff and studly by the end of his time here, Mia was on her phone, creating a vlog account for him. Once it was all set, she aimed her phone at her friend and got ready with the “Live Feed” button.
“Okay, we’re all set,” she told him to his surprise.
“That was fast,” he admitted as he sat up and looked at her as she tapped the button and began to record him. “So, uh, what now?”
“Now you introduce yourself and what this vlog is about,” she instructed him. “And we’re live so our viewers are seeing everything as it happens.”
“I got viewers? Already?” he gasped.
“Um, looks like two or three,” she informed him seeing the number already at three and then increase to four and then five. “It’s a new channel so it’s bound to draw some attention from anyone looking for new vlogs. Now you just got to keep them watching, so introduce yourself and your vlog.”
“Uh, right…” he nodded and awkwardly scratched against his belly as his foot tapped the ground nervously. “My name is Soray. Soray Kuchi and well, I’ve put some weight, but you can see by how tight my shirt is against my gut. Heh. How is that?”
“Good. Now, keep going. You still gotta introduce what the vlog is called and its purpose.”
“Vlogs have names?” he questioned her.
“It’s called, ‘The Waistline,” he told him.
“Oh, heh, clever,” he told her before continuing. “Um, anyway, this is called, ‘The Waistline,” but I guess you already know that since Mia just told you. I’m here to workout and burn away this flab and you guys are lucky enough to get to watch me every step of the way. Mia says that you guys will pay to support me, right? Well, I’d really appreciate it so I don’t starve, heh. So give what you can and together I can, uh, be less fat. And, uh yeah!” Soray did a fistbump into the air and brought about an awkward silence. Mia checked the viewer counter and saw it was almost up to twenty, though with how things were going they’d be vlogging to an nonexistent audience. “So, how was that?”
“That was… good,” she told him, being supportive. “Now, how about changing into your workout clothes while I go over the specifics of how we will be doing all this with the our viewers.”
“Okay, be right back,” he nodded, grabbing his bag with his clothes in it and waddled off. Mia made sure to record his chubby butt jiggling as he did and then changed over to the front camera on her phone to record herself.
“Isn’t he such an adorable dork,” she chuckled as she addressed the audience. “Hi there folks. I’m Mia Shiro and I’m gonna tell you all the REAL purpose for this vlog. Yes, he came here to lose the weight, but where is the fun in all that when a cute, chubby pup like that wears his pudge so well? So, instead of helping him to shed those pounds and lose that belly, I say we help him gain more, but don’t worry. As much as he might be trying to slim down, he’s a fatty at heart. He just needs some love from viewers like you to realize how much better a life of obesity will be for him. So, over the next month, you will be able to send money to support his gaining with a variety of things. He’s a cheese lover so things like pizzas, cheese steaks, and cheese fries will be available. Not to mention other foods, clothes and plenty of other things to make him give up working out so he can focus on growing out. So, to all those who wanna see how big this chowhound can get, let’s give it our all to make sure we help him get into shape, a very round, jiggly shape.” Looking at the view count, Mia smirked to see the number already increasing. Checking the comments, her grin only grew wider as she looked over the most recent ones.
ChunkyButt171: f@ttiez rule!
LuvMBeeg: Let’s supasize that pooch
dkwekjgs: This is gonna be awesome <3
dkwekjgs: Love fattening vlogs and doggies ^^
Watcher419: gotta tell my friends bout this
Agumon2750: Me too
“How’s it going?” wondered Soray as he returned, now dressed in black gym shorts with white around the edges and a matching sleeveless t-shirt. “Do we still have viewers?”
“Yeah and getting more,” she told him as she returned the camera to focus on him and let the viewers see the chunky fella in his gym clothes, his gut less obvious with the looser clothes, but not for very long as she could already see donations coming in before she even had the chance to properly list the items they could donate for. “You are a natural at this.”
“I am?” he smiled and laughed. “Then maybe I should have put on weight like this a long time ago.”
“Maybe,” she giggled. “Uh, anyway, let’s move on to getting your base measurement. We’ll start by seeing how round you are. Just hold still while I check your waistline.”
“Guess that’s why we’re calling our vlog that,” he chuckled. “Uh, but how can you hold the camera and do that at the same time?”
“I am not from a loaded family without reaping some of the benefits so much excess cash can allow,” she told him and pulled a black, ball-shaped device with a camera lense on itt. “It’s already paired to my phone so I just gotta switch to it’s camera and… there!”
The ball suddenly began to float in the air and focused its lense on the chubby canine. From her phone, Mia could see what the drone saw. Tapping on her phone where Shiron’s gut was in view, she was able to make it focus on that spot. After giving her viewers an eyeful for a minute, she adjusted it to his face.
“What is this thing?” he asked her, his curious canine instincts making him sniff at it and giving the viewers a big close up of his muzzle.
“It’s a camera drone, silly,” Mia explained. “It’s a high tech device capable of taking pictures and doing video without the constant need for someone to operate it. It’s is also quite expensive, so try to be careful around it.”
“Neat,” he admitted and waved to it, the device adjusting to properly zooming back to capture not just his hand waving, but the top half of his body, properly centered too.
“With this thing,” she added. “We can record you, hands free, most of the time, so we don’t have to worry about how we’re gonna keep the feed going.”
“Always full of surprises,” he smiled. “What would I do without you?”
“Be at home scarfing up cheese whizz in your undies while you watch TV and scratch yourself in naughty places,” she teased.
“Uh, do you have to say that for the whole world to hear?” he blushed.
“We’ve only got like twenty viewers,” she lied as the number was already close to breaking a hundred. “Besides, viewers love hearing this kind of organic banter. It keeps things fresh and entertaining. Now hold still while we get a look at your waistline.” Nodding, Soray held still as Mia took out a tailor’s measurement tape and held one end at her canine friend’s waist and had him hold it in place as she wrapped the other end around his body, going under his gut, around his waist on the other side, over his rear, giving his plump cheeks a teasing grope as she went by, and finally back to where it began.
“What’s it say?” wondered Soray, blushing after getting his butt pinched and the camera caught the adorable face he made.
“40 inches,” she told him while using a marker to indicate what his current measurement was on the tape measure. “Not sure how big you normally were, but that is a rather big waist for a pooch to have.”
“And with any luck I will be able to fix that,” he told her.
“Luck won’t have anything to do with it,” she assured him. “Next, we are going to check your weight and that’ll be your starting stats that we’ll work on improving.”
“Sounds good to me,” smiled Soray. “Heh, this feels like a game doing it this way.”
“Which will make it feel more like fun than work,” she replied as she left to retrieve the bathroom scale. “Now hop on here and we can see how fat you are.”
“I’m not fat,” he replied, feigning pouting. “Just a little chubby and overweight is all.” The two then laughed as he stepped onto the scale and the numbers quickly rose up for a second till finally reaching 112 lbs. “See. I’m only slightly over a hundred pounds. I was about eighty or ninty pounds before, if memory serves.”
“Yeah, you’re nowhere near heavy enough to be fat,” she told him as she gave his gut a teasing poke. “You can still see the numbers on the scale without your belly blocking your view.”
“Then it’s a good thing we decided to do this before I put on anymore weight,” he commented as he got off the scale and the number returned to zero. “Do, I go work out now?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Do some stretches to warm up and then do some cardio or something. I’ll have a meal ready for you to eat when you get back.”
“Sounds good to me,” he stated as he got on the ground and began to stretch his muscles to limber up. As he did this, Mia tacked the tape measure onto the wall, writing the date and Soray’s weight below it.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I figure a visual diagram of your progress should help,” she explained. “And don’t worry about me writing or making holes in the wall. My parents did wanna paint this place for next year anyway.”
“Uh, ok,” he replied, getting up and heading for the door. “Guess I’ll start with a little jog around the boardwalk. It’ll probably be strange to pretty much have the whole place to myself.”
“Just means you can focus on your workout,” she told him. “So, just give it your all. You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
“You mean I’ve got about twenty pounds to lose,” he tried to correct her as he left.
“I know what I said,” she smirked and got to work on her phone, adding in plenty of things for their viewers to put money towards. The total number of viewers was already getting close to exceeding two hundred with tons of comments going on about how they were just as eager as Mia was to pork up the plump pooch. “We’ll need to make sure, however, that he doesn’t burn off more calories than we can put into him. Luckily, I know his greatest weakness.” With one more tap on her phone, she put her high caloric scheme into motion.
A short while after noon, Soray jogged his way back to the beachouse and slowed to a trudge as he made his way inside. His body was soaked in sweat after his first attempt at exercising and his tail waggled happily as he felt like he accomplished so much, despite most of his sweating was due to the heat rather than his workout. The camera drone was right behind him, giving his viewers a constant feed of his workout, though it had mainly split it’s focus between his belly and butt as they bounced and wobbled with each step he took.
“Mia,” he called out as he began to search for her. “I’m back! Where are you?”
“In the kitchen,” she answered. “Come on in. I got a surprise for you.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see what it is?” he called back and hurried over. As he entered into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of a cheesy pizza penetrated his nostrils and told him just what his surprise was without Mia needing to tell him. His eyes darted to the table where the pizza sat in its delivery box, steam seeping off the melted cheese. It had pepperoni, bacon, and sausage on it, adding to its deliciousness and the amount of heart-clogging grease it was filled with. Moving in closer to bask in such splendor, Soray never saw something that looked so wonderfully good, but was also so terribly bad for him at the same time.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked him while handing him a towel to dry off his perspiration.
“What do I think?” he replied as he soaked up the sweat from his face and then on the rest of his body, working his way down. “It looks delicious is what I think, but… that’s just the sort of thing I shouldn’t be having. It’ll undo all the work I just did.”
“One itty bitty pizza can’t be that bad for you,” she attempted to persuade him. “Just think of it as both a little celebration to the start of your workout and a farewell to fatty foods.”
“I guess if you put it that way,” he started to say, the scent of the cheese luring him in, but before he could take that one huge whiff of submssion, with his nose inches over the box, he pulled away once more. “N-No! I shouldn’t be tempted.”
“There is another reason you really should eat this,” Mia added. “It’s actually a gift from your viewers.”
“They sent me a pizza as a gift when I’m trying to work out?” he asked confused.
“Still gotta eat,” she pointed out. “And if you don’t eat it, you’ll be insulting them and it’ll hurt the vlog. If you can just eat a little then that should satisfy them. I’ll even have some too to keep you from eating the whole thing.”
“O-Okay,” he conceded completely this time and took a seat.
Mia grabbed a pizza cutter from one of kitchen drawers and used it to slice up the pizza into a dozen slices. She then placed a slice on the two plates she had set out for them. Beside the plates were also glasses with soda in it, completing their meal. “Time to eat,” she smiled and brought her slice of pizza to her maw to bite and then watched as Soray hesitated with his slice, the smell filling his eyes with hunger.
Slowly, he picked up the pizza by the crust with one hand and then used his other paw to keep the pizza level so the abundance of grease on it wouldn’t drip all over the place. Carrying it to his muzzle, he opened up wide for his first bite, the camera watching this momentous event, for all his viewers to see. As the taste of the deliciousness hit his tongue, a look of bliss filled his face as he inhaled the whole slice into his maw to munch it up, his chubby cheeks bulging to contain the piping hot pizza. Grabbing his soda, he gulped some to help wash it down and then reached for a second slice.
“Good?” Mia asked with a smirk on her face.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded as he was already feasting upon his second slice and making quick work of it. Slice three came soon after and lasted just as long as his second slice did and the same was true for the fourth, fifth and all the other slices that made up the rest of the pizza, save for the one that Mia had for herself. She casually ate it as she enjoyed watching her friend make a pig of himself. With her phone on her lap, she was able to peek at the comments some of his 400+ viewers were posting.
AwesomeSauce772: OMG! I donated some to that pizza’s he’s eating!
80085R0CK: Me too :3
TrinityNight02: Look at him eat
TrinityNight02: What a hog! XD
FatFan47: leet eating skill
FatFan47: *skillz
BlubberKingthe5th: Feed him more! He needs to be fatter!
“All in due time,” thought Mia, eager to fatten her friend up just as much as all of them wanted too, but she knew she couldn’t make it too obvious or he’d catch on. Her gluttonous doggy might have been trusting to a fault, but even he would have been suspicious if it was too obvious she wanted him to eat his weight in the most unhealthiest foods either of them coudl conceive of. Returning her phone to her pocket, Mia finished her pizza slice and got up, approaching her friend to give his gut a little rub. “Full now?”
“Urp!” he belched and nodded. “Yeah. Think I’ll go lay down for a bit to rest and digest. Then I’ll go and do some more working out.”
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Mia as she helped him up and led him back to the couch, her paws never leaving his tummy.
“Do you have to keep rubbing my gut,” he yawned big, the combination of working out, stuffing himself, and soothing rubs on his gut more powerful then even the most potent of sleeping medicines.
“Just trying to help you digest,” she told him as he relaxed on the couch, his eyes growing heavy.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, holding a pillow against his head as he started to instinctively nap. “Just let me rest… for a little while…”
“Will do,” she promised and watched as he drifted off to slumberland, his noisy snores soon filling the room. Grabbing her phone once more, she took a look at the funds they had already accumulated and began to order more stuff to be delivered in time for dinner. Once she finished she looked down at her buddy sleeping contently with his hardly stuffed gut, certain that would only be but an appetizer compared to when he would really cut loose with his hunger. “I’ll wake you up for dinner and I promise that, from now on, you’ll have far more filling meals.”
Days passed as Soray continued doing his best to work out and lose weight. While he knew his fantasies of ending up as hulking adonis with biceps big as his head was completely outlandish, he had hoped to have made even a bit of progress in looking thinner. However, to his dismay, he didn’t seem any different than how he started and the cause was very obvious. For all the sweating, running, and everything else he did to, “feel the burn,” all of it was offset by the huge, fat-filled meals Mia had ready for him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“I came here to avoid being tempted by unhealthy meals, but it’s like they followed me,” he thought as he waddled home for lunch. “But I can’t blame Mia. It’s my viewers who are supplying me with food and I’m the one eating every last bit of it. Maybe that’s the whole point of it, that I need to actually be aware of what I’m eating so I don’t keep making a pig of myself.” Eyes opened at this realization, Soray hurried inside. He could already smell the next massive meal awaiting him in the kitchen and canine instinct made him lick his chops in anticipation.
“Someone looks eager to eat,” noted Mia, seeing her canine friend waddle in with extra pep in his step.
“I figured it out!” he barked excitedly, his words getting Mia nervous that he was catching on already, but not certain why he’d look so happy about her attempting to fatten him up.
“What did you figure out?” she asked.
“That all this fattening food has just been to try and help me learn some control over my appetite,” he explained. “I have to learn to resist the temptation or I’ll just end up eating a lot and getting fat again, when we return to regular life.”
“Y-Yeah,” she answered, relieved that he had interpreted all this food in such a convenient way. “Guess I can’t fool you. That’s it precisely.”
“So, keep throwing all this food at me and I’ll show you my willpower,” he told her with confidence.
“Can do,” Mia giggled, glad to oblige him with tons of food and test his willpower or lack thereof. “Oh, but first…” She pressed a finger at his gut where it poked out between his shirt and pants. “It looks like you put on a few more pounds.”
“I guess I made progress in the wrong direction,” he admitted, attempting to pull his shirt down and tuck it in, only for his belly to push it out again. “But it’s only a minor setback. It just shows I have a lot of work ahead of me. I should get back to training.”
“After eating, of course,” Mia told him. “And I did order a larger size set of workout clothes for you, just as a precaution. They’re in your room, so go change into them and then come and get some lunch.”
Making his way to his room, Soray found a new set of shorts and a t-shirt folded on his bed. This time it was a matching green pair with blue stripes on the side and a picture of a tough-looking bulldog on the front with the words, “Junkyard Dog” written in bold, metalic letters, with a chunk bitten off by the dog. There was also a larger pair of purple polka-dotted, yellow boxers beside them. “Oh, and I hope you are a boxers guy, Mr. Big Butt,” Mia called out to him, making the pooch blush. Reaching around to his rump, he gave it a squeeze and couldn’t deny that he rump was indeed quite a chunky one.
“Guess I’ve been getting fat all over,” he admitted, the whole thing captured by the recording drone silently viewing him from behind.
Quickly getting undressed and into his new set of clothes, Soray didn’t feel as overweight now that his gut wasn’t able to poke out between his shirt and pants. He then made his way back to the kitchen, ready to eat and prove how much self control he had over his gluttony.
“You’re looking good,” commented Mia as she saw her friend return in his new outfit, another X more than his previous one. “Ready to eat?”
“And show you just what kind of self control I have,” he added, trying back up his confidence with a little swagger.
“We’ll see about that,” she smirked as she carried over a mondo cheese steak, or at least the first couple of feet cut off from the yard long sandwich, almost as long as the table’s diameter. “Here you go, tubby.”
“Oh hoh,” he drooled at the sight of the cheesy delight suddenly placed in his paws. It felt very warm in his hands, the bread perfectly soft while the meat and cheese filled his nostrils with their wonderful, combined odors. He could also spot, mushrooms, onions, and green peppers inside, adding to the taste sensation it had to be. This was all it took to make all thoughts of willpower and restraint pushed to the back of his mind and then forgotten. Opening his maw, he took his first big bite of his lunch, munching on it happily and all set to devour the entire lengthy sandwich.
“Oh, how awful of me,” realized Mia as she watched her friend glut on more unavoidably-tempting, delicious, and unhealthy food. “You’ll need something to wash that down with. “I’d say a chocolate shake will do nicely. Yes, and some nice greasy french fries too.” Soray didn’t answer her with words as he focused on gorging on his sandwich, but his tail wagging happily over his fat buttocks was response enough for her to proceed.
“Congratulations, Soray!” cheered Mia before blowing on a party horn. “You’ve made it through a full week of working out!” She was playing up the pep and excitement in her voice for the viewers as she had the drone on herself for a change. “You know what that means, right?”
“Uh, no,” he shook his head, his new set of clothes already feeling snug on him after only a few days of wearing them.
“It means it’s time again to take your measurements and see just how much you’ve improved,” she told him, taking down the tape measure and held it at the side of his waist.
“Are you sure we should do this?” he asked, very well aware that he made plenty of progress in the wrong direction. Ignoring him, Mia held Soray’s paw at his side to hold the one end of the measure, while she wrapped the rest of it around him. She did it slowly, taking the time to gently caress his plumpened rear and meaty thighs as she went all the way around him.
“Let’s see,” she said as she looked at the length. “Looks like you are down to 52” now.”
“Down? Don’t you mean up?” he told her. “I was only 40” when I began and my waist is a whole foot wider now.”
“Well, it just means you’ll have to try harder, fatty,” she teased him. “Now, get on the scale.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, not looking forward to his increased weight as he stepped on and watched the numbers quickly shoot past a hundred pounds and keep going. “It says I’m 165 pounds now. Woo hoo…”
“Ok, got it,” replied Mia as she marked the spot on the tape measure, hung it back on the wall. Finally, she wrote his new weight below the mark and turned back to him. “Well, setbacks asides, well done getting through week number one. Ready for number two?”
“Maybe I should just call it quits,” Soray sighed. “I came here to slim down and now I’m fatter than ever.”
“Don’t say that,” Mia tried to encourage him.
“But it’s true,” he cried. “I don’t even have the willpower to resist eating every fattening thing that ends up in my paws. The second I start, I just eat and eat like I’m possessed by gluttony itself. I put on like fifty pounds in a week while trying to lose about half of that in a month! Let’s face it. I failed about as much as one can at a diet.”
Seeing the look of giving up in her friend’s face, Mia knew she needed to find a way to encourage him and quickly scrolled through the comments on her phone. “You can’t give up,” she told him once more. “Just look at all these words of encouragement that everyone is offering you.”
“Words of encouragement?” he asked, looking over to Mia, intrigued. “What have they been saying?”
“Just listen to this,” she answered, being careful to omit any of the pro fat details in the comments.
FatPikachu97: Go Soray! You pack on the pounds like a pro! You’re awesome!
GorgingMantra: Yeah! Keep going! Eat! Eat! EAT!!!
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“Heheh, alright, alright,” conceded Soray, chuckling a bit at Mia’s jestful inclusion of the spambot’s comment. The amusement this brought helped give the chow hound a much needed bit of laughter to help lift his spirit. “Fine. I’ll keep trying to lose weight.”
“That’s a winning attitude if ever there was one,” smiled Mia. “Time for you to get back to work.”
“Yeah!” he bellowed, raising his arms up to try and emphasize he was fired up to burn some calories. However, before he was even able to take a single step, his gut let out a grumble of hunger. “Uh, but first, maybe I should get something to eat,” Soray blushed.
“Then let’s do that,” she replied, happy to see Soray’s hunger was getting stirred with greater frequency with each day that passed since they first arrived at the beach house. “I already have a little meal prepared for you in the kitchen.”
“I can’t wait to see,” he chuckled and licked his chops, his attitude even happier after the mention of food.
As they arrived at the kitchen and opened the door, a blast of aromas hit his nose as the “little meal” was actually several large pizzas, meatball subs, cheese fries, onion rings, and plenty more all piping hot, calorie-packed and waiting to be consumed. Compared to every other meal he had feasted upon so far, this one was by far the largest yet and he salivated at the sight of it.
“Eat all you want,” she encouraged him with a pat on the back. “You’ll need all the energy you can muster to work out.”
“Come to hungry!” he howled, with delight as he attacked a pizza first, not even bothering to cut it into slices and just folded it up twice into a triangular shape to munch on.
“Or just pig out like the glutton you so clearly prefer to be,” she murred, knowing full well he wasn’t going to be doing much exercise after a feast this massive.
“Come on!” cried Soray, panting hard. “Faster! Faster! Just a bit moooooorrre! Yes! I did it!”
“Beat another level?” asked Mia as she walked in with a tray of potatoes that were hollowed out and filled with cheese and bacon. They were a little like potato skins, but deep fried as well to make them extra unhealthy.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his fat face bouncing and his double chin jiggling too. “Took me a while, but I finally figured out the best route to win the race.”
“Then you deserve a reward,” she smiled and placed the warm tray on his belly. “I made more of my famous loaded spuds for you.”
“Oh, these are great,” he licked his chops and waggled his tail. Beside the blubbery doggy there were already a dozen trays he had finished off of the same thing Mia had been making for the last few hours. “Unhealthy as can be, but insanely delicious.”
“That isn’t entirely true,” she told him. “The potatoes still have their skins.”
“Covered in salt,” he added before grabbing a bottle of ketchup to hastily squirt across the tray and onto the greasy, fatty treats before picking one up to munch up in a few big bites. “And ketchup,” he added upon finishing the first and grabbing a second.
“Say, you haven’t been exercising as much these last few days,” she pointed out and poked his belly that was sticking out of his workout clothes even worse than it had with the previous sets of clothes he outgrew. It was also stained with a mix of grease, sweat, and sauce. Giving him a sniff, he was starting to smell rather rank too. “It smells like you haven’t left this couch for a few days as well to exercise… or bathe.”
“I’ll exercise more tomorrow,” he mumbled as he munched on the loaded potato he stuffed in his maw as he resumed playing his game with the controller in his chubby, greasy paws. “It’s your fault for buying this game system in the first place. You know I’d wanna play it.”
“My bad,” she replied with a snicker, giving his belly some rubs and brought another of her fatty treats to his muzzle that he munched up without taking his eyes off the screen. “You’re looking downright obese now, you know that?”
“Am I now?” he blushed while attempting to focus on his game. “I certainly do feel rather girthy.”
“Just girthy?” she smirked and patted his rotund gut. “You’re the fattest I’ve ever seen you by far. This belly of yours is bigger than my whole body and your rear is just as monstrously enormous.”
“I-It’s not that big,” he attempted to counter, but a blushing smile told Mia that he was very well aware of how massive he had become. Still, she loved to point out and see what kind of faces he made in response to her remarks.
“You take up two couch cushions on your own,” she pointed out, gazing at his wide flanks that took up the middle cushion and half of the ones on either side. “Are you going for three?”
“Okay, so it is that big!” he blushed more, failing to keep from looking pleased at his obesity.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone actually enjoys being a tub of lard,” she teased him, as she tugged on his cheeks and watched him blush further and let out a puppyish whimper.
“N-Now why would you say that?” he asked her, his butt wiggling, or rather, his tail attempted to, but it was trapped between the backrest of the couch and his glutes to be able to wag freely.
“Well, you certainly have packed on plenty and lost nothing since you got here,” she commented. “In fact, this might as well have been a trip to help you put on weight rather than lose it.”
“Wasn’t that what this really was?” he told her, this remark catching her by surprise as she almost slipped off his belly, but he caught her and hugged his feline friend against his soft, doughy gut. “To make me the grand champion fatass of the world or something just as silly-sounding as that?”
“H-How long did you know?” she blushed as she looked up at him.
“Quite a while, actually,” he admitted as he struggled to get his own smartphone from his pants pocket. “I do have my own phone after all and I’ve been sneaking peeks at the vlog during those brief times I was not being recorded.” He then showed her the vlog’s page, along with a fan-made video of him glutton on a seemingly endless sandwich though it was just clever editing to make it seem that way. This was just one of many videos that his viewers had made from the footage taken of him. “I have to say, I didn’t think I could amass over a quarter of a million followers from just a few weeks of glutting like a pig.”
“You are quite an adorable piggy,” she murred and nuzzled against him as he continued to hold her to his gut, the warmth radiating from it wonderfully relaxing. He made a few piggy snorts in her ear, making her purr some as well and then gazed upon his pinchable chubby face.
“Truthfully, I wanted to see you end up big as a whale and make you give up working out when you saw how futile it was. Guess you gave up when you realized this was all fixed.”
“When I found out,” he told her. “I still tried my hardest. But aware or not, I could not resist temptation of all those cheese-filled delicacies offered to me. I knew full well what you were doing and still tried my earnest to lose weight, but you know what?”
“What?” she asked him, eager to hear what he had to say.
“It’s a lot more fun to indulge than it is to work out,” he answered. “Think you can help me out pig out some more? My rear still isn’t three couch cushions big yet.”
“I think we can do a lot more than that,” she smirked at him, grabbing the rest of the cheese and bacon-filled spuds and stuffed them into his greedy maw, watching abandon all hope and desire to slim down and just revel in this far more leisurely and enjoyable pursuit. “Just relax and I’ll make your whole rear as big as this entire couch! Maybe even bigger!”
“Heheh, I doubt I’ll be able to fit your car for the drive home if I was that big,” he giggled with delight.
“Like you are able to squeeze that tush of yours into it as you are now,” she pointed out and gave his nose a kiss. “You fat tub o’ lard.”
“Murr,” he gave her a lick back. “Keep talking to me like that and I’ll only wanna get even fatter.”
“Good,” she purred, scritching his chin, causing his foot to pound the ground and make his entire blobby bulk jiggle. “You are just so darn adorable!”
His stomach let out another rumble in spite of just eating. “Hungry too,” he added.
“Then just wait right there,” she told him, hopping to the floor. “I’ll bring my hungry puppy pal plenty to fill up that pachydermic paunch. You just relax so you don’t burn any more calories.”
“Heh, like I’ve been able to do that when I tried?” he joked and watched her walk off, giving his obesity one last peek before leaving the room and Soray alone with the drone camera, still watching his every fatty movement.
Looking up at it, he smirked. “Hey there fatty admirers.” He wiggled a chubby paw at his viewers. “Guess you like seeing all of this?” Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it up as best he could, letting his restrained gut bulge out in all its glory. His shirt appeared more like a bra now as it only now only housed his massive moobs that were easily even larger than his head was now. “Think I’m fat now? Just wait till I really cut loose, like I’m right about to! What do you think of that?” Taking a look at his phone, he checked out the comment section and all across it he saw everyone was giving him either thumbs up or tons of hearts. Along with that, he saw the sizable contribution of a few hundred dollars to help feed him was increasing at an alarming rate. His jaw dropped a little as he watched it, still in disbelief that him eating himself into obesity was yielding such fantastic results. “I guess you love the idea.”
“It’s been a long, cheese-filled ride,” announced Mia in a bittersweet voice as she spoke. “As much as we’d love for this vlog to go on forever, I’m afraid we’re just about done here and are gonna have to head back home and to our normal lives.” Peeking at the comments section, she could practically feel the sorrow from countless fans wishing their enjoyment of the fatty pup didn’t have to end so soon, even if a full month had gone by since it all began. “But don’t worry, we will give you one more good showing as we give Soray his final measurement to see just how fat he’s become.”
“Is it time for me to come in yet?” mumbled Soray from the other room.
“I was just about to call you in,” Mia answered before clearing her throat. “Ahem, anyway, let’s give the star of this little vlog of ours one more round of applause as we get to see him one final time in all his gargantuan glory. May I present to you, Soray!”
Clapping her paws together, it was also his signal to come in. As he stepped forward, the ground shook a bit and his heavy footsteps were accompanied by a very audible thud on the ground. The drone camera was fixed on the door as he appeared in front of it, his body even more massive than it had been a few days prior when he was a couch potato, playing video games.
Soray’s gut was so massive that standing in the doorway, his sides weren’t visible. Making his way through proved quite a difficult task as he had to wiggle his blubber through it, one inch at a time. Mia even came over to help by tugging at his fat folds to help them through. The mere task of getting through the doorway, one that wasn’t even a foot thick, took them nearly ten minutes to accomplish and help showcase what an absolute hippopotamus of a dog he had become.
“Geeze, if you were any fatter you wouldn’t have fit in here,” panted Mia after finally getting his large self into the room.
“Like you don’t love every excuse to get your paws on all my plush flab,” he pointed out and watched her nuzzle against his gut and nod with a blissful look on her face.
Whereas, a few days ago, he was on the verge of taking up the couch on his own, it now looked more accurate to say he’d need a couch of that size for each of his cheeks. His legs were impressily thick with lard as well, though with how huge his belly and butt were, these limbs of his were only visible from the sides and only capable of shuffling across the floor. Somehow, despite his arms being just as bulky, he could still use them, mainly to bring more food to his muzzle to devour, the only activity that came with enough motivation to make him put in such strenuous effort. As for the rest of his figure, it was all just as hugely fattened too.
“Not too shabby if I do say so myself,” stated Mia, looking over the supersized canine. “Well, all that’s left is the final measurements, but what do you say to one final meal, just to top you off?”
“Like you even need to ask,” he replied and dropped onto his butt, the impact on the ground causing a miniature tremor that propelled Mia off the ground.
“That’s my porker,” she smiled and hurried to the kitchen before quickly returning, carrying out a hose that went all the way outside and to a large vat, comparable in size to the canine it was meant for. Mia held onto it as she scaled the mountain of flab that was his gut and rubbed his multichin upon reaching the summit. “Open wide now, my porky lil puppy.”
“I’ll give you porky, but what part of me is a lil puppy?” he joked with her, knowing and loving how she flirted with him. With a bashful smile, he obeyed and allowed her to place the hose on his tongue and then patted the top of his snout after to make him close his maw.
“Good boy,” she praised him, getting a muffled bark from him while his lips were locked around the hose. “Now just wait while I turn it on.”
Carefully climbing back down his girth, Mia entered the kitchen and then went through the door to the backyard to the vat. Peeking into the top, it was almost overflowing with melted cheese that made the whole outside reek of its pungent odor. “Let’s just see how much he loves cheese,” she smirked as the turned a valve to allow the cheese to flow freely and then hit a button to start a pump to send the golden, melted, treat of delight straight into Soray’s maw. The second he tasted it, he murred with delight and began chugging it down with a purely blissful look on his face.
Making her way back to her pachyderm of a friend, Mia watched his final act of glutting as he chugged mawful after mawful of fondu, his belly bulging quickly as it got filled, but even more than that, he was even gaining more pudge on his frame as he ate, causing his clothes to strain further as he outgrew them more and more. “So goooooood,” he moaned with delight and just kept gulping more and more down as he continued to get fatter and fatter.
“Amazing isn’t it,” stated Mia as she watched blubber out before her eyes. “He’s become such a lethargic blob that his metabolism has just quit on him. For the last few days he’s been gaining weight as fast as he could eat. Truly, a God-tier level of gluttony if ever there was one.” Approaching him, she groped at some of his blubber and marveled at how it continued to expand in her paws like rising dough. “Who’s a monstrously pudgy pooch? You are! Yes you are!”
“Mmhmm,” he nodded while he gulped down more and more of the cheesy goodness. He watched as Mia gave his belly a hug and slowly sank into his blubber like it was the softest bed that ever was. His tail waggled happily at his friend embracing him, though it was down to a nub that bit by bit was finally getting finished off by his expanding rear.
As he continued to fatten up, his most massive pair of workout clothes were finally reaching their limit too. Tears in the seams began forming and increasing in them as he began to outweigh even the largest of elephants. Even fully aware of what was happening, Soray didn’t stop consuming the tasty fondu, blushing a bit as more of his furry body became exposed by the gulp while, in contrast, what he was wearing was getting reduced to mere scraps of fabric. Even his underwear, as extra stretchy as they were, failed to contain his obesity, though it was harder to see as his belly and had expanded to the point it draped over his crotch and covered over his legs up to his knees while he sat. But with one huge SNAP! the elastic band on the boxers gave out and flung across the room, making his whole body jiggle like a bunch of jello while the bit of bulk it held back was finally able to bulge out freely.
“That feels better,” commented Soray free of his tight clothing. “But what could possibly fit me now?”
“I’ll see if I can find a circus tent to wrap around you next,” Mia told him. “But we should wait till you finish eating so I can be certain that won’t be too small for you as well.” Whether or not she was being serious, the porking out pooch did not know. Nevertheless, he kept on glutting more of the cheesy goodness.
“I think I’m done,” Soray told Mia when he couldn’t draw out any more cheese from the hose no matter how hard he sucked on it like a straw.
“I’ll make sure to feed you twice your weight the next time,” promised Mia as she worked her way out of a fold that formed around her as she curled up on his belly and waited for him to finish eating. Looking him over, he appeared even more titanic than he had when he first entered the room. “I bet you outweigh some whales now too,” she teased him and patted his belly.
“Heheh, do go on,” he smiled. “Just how obese am I?”
“I doubt even obese does justice to describe how fat you are,” she giggled as she grabbed the measuring tape to wrap it around his waist like the previous times. However, on this occasion she couldn’t even properly wrap it around just his waist as his belly got in the way. So, instead, she just wrapped it around his gut as well, her doggy pal the fattest thing ever vlogged or otherwise an undeniable fact now.
As Mia walked around his backside, she already found herself at the end of the tape measure and still had a lot more of his girth to go. She couldn’t help murr at the level of fatness this showed he achieved as she tied an already prepared second tape measure to the first and continued to his thigh and part way around his belly before a third had to be added to make the circle complete. Watching the whole thing, Soray couldn’t help chuckle and beam with pride at such a weighty accomplishment.
“Each of these tape measures reaches 2 yards from end to end,” Mia informed him. “With three that’s 6 yards or 216 inches. True, we did cheat a little adding in your gut and rear, rather than just your waist, but you’re just too fat to find that waistline of yours anymore.”
“More like a fat line,” he tried to make a joke. “Uh, cause I don’t waste anything I eat… and it all goes to straight to my butt… or something.”
“Such a dork,” she chuckled climbing all the way up him to squeeze his cheeks and admire his blushy smile, swollen adorably with so much chub. “It just makes you even more precious.”
“What about that scale?” he asked her. “Don’t you gotta weight me too?”
“Even if the scale could withstand a few tons of weight on it, we’d never be able to get all of you on it at once to get an accurate read,” she pointed out. “Let’s just call you the heaviest, fattest thing alive and leave it up to the viewers to imagine.”
“Sounds good to me,” he barked happily, making his flab wobble. “Uh, so is that it? Are we all done now?”
“Looks that way,” nodded Mia as she turned to the camera. “Well, everyone, it’s been a blast, but like all fat things, we’ve had our huge end and now it’s time to go.”
“I had a lot of fun,” Soray added as he slowly waved his paw, the effort of doing just that was quite an arduous task with how heavily packed with lard it was. “I hope you had fun too.”
“I’m Mia and isn’t this the most comfortable doggy bed you’ve ever seen?” she joked.
“And I’m Soray, looking forward to dessert,” the chubby hound jested.
“See you all for season 2,” finished Mia as she took out her phone to end the vlog.
“Yeah,” nodded Soray before realizing what she said. “Wait? Season 2?”
Mia turned off the vlog.
TerisHaeilianIt was the off season on the coastal region. The boardwalk was practically a ghost town as only the occasional local could be seen jogging from one end to the other. The beach was just as empty with only some leftover litter from the last beachgoers of the season and the seagulls scavenging for any scraps of food they hadn’t already gobbled up. Even the ocean water seemed to have died down as waves didn’t form. There water merely cascading back and forth across the sand flattening it and causing any seashells on the surface to sink into the ground.
All the beachouses had been emptied as well, their use no longer needed till the return of the summer months of the following year and were likely to remain vacant till then. That was true for all, save one, as a car pulled up to it. The driver of this shiny, red convertible was a cat by the name of Mia Shiro, the daughter of a rather wealthy family. She had golden orange fur on her backside, with white fur against her muzzle, chest, belly, and underarms. There was also stripes of brown fur on the back sides of her ears. Her hair was brown, medium length and had a tamed, yet wild look to it. Her eyes were golden and she had a long cat tail with a couple white rings near the end of it. She clothed her slender body in a pair of comfy jeans, sandals, as well as a tank top since even though Summer had just ended, didn’t mean the hot weather was calling it quits yet.
In the passenger seat was an anthropomorphic dog. His name was Soray Kuchi, a dog covered over in creamy white fur save for the backs of his ears that were a chocolate brown. He had greenish brown eyes and a medium length, bushy tail. Though not from a wealthy family like Mia, he was dressed in a pair of black shoes, had on some black pants and a white buttoned and collared shirt. However, due to a rather sizeable gut, his shirt strained against it. A few more pounds and it was very likely that the buttons would have started to fly right off. His pants were in just as bad shape as he thick pair of thighs and a bubble butt removed his need for a belt and make fastening the button on the front a hassle. Whenever he’d have to bend over, his rear would also end up poking out of the back as a result it’s girth.
Stopping in front of the garage, the anthro cat driving hit a button on her keychain that activated mechanism to raise up the garage door and allowed her to drive inside and park. Pressing the button once more, the garage closed behind them leaving them in the dark garage, the sunlight leaking in through a window on the side their only source of illumination. as the two exited the car, Mia made her way over to the light switch to help them see better while Soray waited by the car’s trunk. Mia unlocked it it with the press of a button on her car key, and her canine friend pulled the handle to open it up. Together, the two grabbed their suitcases and made their way out of the garage and into the living room of the beach house, the place so quiet it was almost eerie being there.
“I’m glad we were able to come,” Mia broke the silence. “My parents might be rich, but they just never seem to be able to get away from work for more than a day at a time.”
“It was nice that they allowed us to use it for a while,” replied Soray as he sat down on the couch, finding how plush it was and almost dozed off on the spot, in no small part thanks to that tiringly long car ride over.
“Yeah, after all the excitement around here already ended,” she pointed out. “We’re probably the only ones under sixty-five around here. Everyone else is back to work and school now.”
“We didn’t come here to party,” Soray reminded her. “We’re here to help me lose this gut and butt.” He lifted up his shirt to rub his belly, showing off how soft and malleable it was. “You really have to stop tempting me with all that junk food when we hang out. Those cheesy snacks are my Kryptonite.”
“Well, excuse me for being a good host,” she scoffed and grabbed his gut, lifting it up so she could allow it to drop and wobble. Seeing the slight pudge on her chowhound of a friend made her smile. In truth, she intentionally gave him an almost limitless supply of snacks when they hung out because she loved making her friend chubby. This was her guilty pleasure and while Soray may have been trying to shed his blubber, it didn’t change the fact that he was a natural born glutton who’d prefer to laze about and stuff his face than feel the burn from exercising. And, as fate would have it, he had a rather slow metabolism that practically turned every pound of food he ate into a pound of fat on his figure.
To Mia, having a friend she could make bigger and fatter in mere days was the greatest of delights that money couldn’t buy (save for the food to fatten him with). However, Soray saw it more as a curse that would leave him too fat to even get off his butt if he didn’t remain vigilent as to what he put in his body and to try and fit some exercise into his day to work off all those empty calories.
“Hopefully, a month here will be enough to flatten my gut to it’s proper size,” commented Soray. “Maybe, even add some nice muscle to my figure to boot.”
“All that depends on how hard you work,” stated Mia as she took out her phone and opened up the video recorder app. “And to help you stay committed we’ll make a vlog about it to share your progress. All their words of encouragement everyone will give you will definitely boost your morale to help keep you going.”
“I am still not sure if we should do that,” stated Soray, just blushing at the thought of making his fitness training viewable to strangers. “It would be embarrassing if a hundred or so people were watching me try to shed this gut.”
“Don’t forget why we need to do this,” Mia reminded him. “I already did my part in getting us somewhere out of the way so you could shed those pounds without distraction. But as for the matter of food and anything else we need, that’s gotta come from you and the last I recall, you’re flat broke.”
“I’m not broke,” barked Soray. “I just have debt that often leaves me with very little spending money afterwards. But aren’t you the one who is always offering to pay?”
“That was the deal I had to make with my parents so we could get this place,” she explained. “A month’s allowance for this place so now I have maybe enough to take care of myself till we’re done here. You are going to have to earn some quick cash and that’s why we have to set up a vlog for you.”
“I still don’t see how letting total strangers watch me do stuff is going to make them send money,” he stated.
“You really need to get with the times,” sighed Mia. “Tons of people monetize videos doing things like playing video games or doing reviews or whatever. You’d be surprised. Luckily, I have seen plenty and thrown some cash to a few so I, at least know what to do and what viewers want. Just listen to me and you won’t have to worry about money. As for the viewers, just don’t even worry about them. As far as you should be concerned, I just have my phone out while we’re chatting.”
“So, pretty much how things go between us every day,” joked Soray. “Us chatting while you’re playing some game on your phone.”
“Yeah, games,” she replied, though in reality she had been secretly taking photos of his plump parts. “Anyway, just give me a few minutes to set up an account for you and then we can get started.”
While Soray relaxed on the couch, rubbing his gut as he fantasized himself buff and studly by the end of his time here, Mia was on her phone, creating a vlog account for him. Once it was all set, she aimed her phone at her friend and got ready with the “Live Feed” button.
“Okay, we’re all set,” she told him to his surprise.
“That was fast,” he admitted as he sat up and looked at her as she tapped the button and began to record him. “So, uh, what now?”
“Now you introduce yourself and what this vlog is about,” she instructed him. “And we’re live so our viewers are seeing everything as it happens.”
“I got viewers? Already?” he gasped.
“Um, looks like two or three,” she informed him seeing the number already at three and then increase to four and then five. “It’s a new channel so it’s bound to draw some attention from anyone looking for new vlogs. Now you just got to keep them watching, so introduce yourself and your vlog.”
“Uh, right…” he nodded and awkwardly scratched against his belly as his foot tapped the ground nervously. “My name is Soray. Soray Kuchi and well, I’ve put some weight, but you can see by how tight my shirt is against my gut. Heh. How is that?”
“Good. Now, keep going. You still gotta introduce what the vlog is called and its purpose.”
“Vlogs have names?” he questioned her.
“It’s called, ‘The Waistline,” he told him.
“Oh, heh, clever,” he told her before continuing. “Um, anyway, this is called, ‘The Waistline,” but I guess you already know that since Mia just told you. I’m here to workout and burn away this flab and you guys are lucky enough to get to watch me every step of the way. Mia says that you guys will pay to support me, right? Well, I’d really appreciate it so I don’t starve, heh. So give what you can and together I can, uh, be less fat. And, uh yeah!” Soray did a fistbump into the air and brought about an awkward silence. Mia checked the viewer counter and saw it was almost up to twenty, though with how things were going they’d be vlogging to an nonexistent audience. “So, how was that?”
“That was… good,” she told him, being supportive. “Now, how about changing into your workout clothes while I go over the specifics of how we will be doing all this with the our viewers.”
“Okay, be right back,” he nodded, grabbing his bag with his clothes in it and waddled off. Mia made sure to record his chubby butt jiggling as he did and then changed over to the front camera on her phone to record herself.
“Isn’t he such an adorable dork,” she chuckled as she addressed the audience. “Hi there folks. I’m Mia Shiro and I’m gonna tell you all the REAL purpose for this vlog. Yes, he came here to lose the weight, but where is the fun in all that when a cute, chubby pup like that wears his pudge so well? So, instead of helping him to shed those pounds and lose that belly, I say we help him gain more, but don’t worry. As much as he might be trying to slim down, he’s a fatty at heart. He just needs some love from viewers like you to realize how much better a life of obesity will be for him. So, over the next month, you will be able to send money to support his gaining with a variety of things. He’s a cheese lover so things like pizzas, cheese steaks, and cheese fries will be available. Not to mention other foods, clothes and plenty of other things to make him give up working out so he can focus on growing out. So, to all those who wanna see how big this chowhound can get, let’s give it our all to make sure we help him get into shape, a very round, jiggly shape.” Looking at the view count, Mia smirked to see the number already increasing. Checking the comments, her grin only grew wider as she looked over the most recent ones.
ChunkyButt171: f@ttiez rule!
LuvMBeeg: Let’s supasize that pooch
dkwekjgs: This is gonna be awesome <3
dkwekjgs: Love fattening vlogs and doggies ^^
Watcher419: gotta tell my friends bout this
Agumon2750: Me too
“How’s it going?” wondered Soray as he returned, now dressed in black gym shorts with white around the edges and a matching sleeveless t-shirt. “Do we still have viewers?”
“Yeah and getting more,” she told him as she returned the camera to focus on him and let the viewers see the chunky fella in his gym clothes, his gut less obvious with the looser clothes, but not for very long as she could already see donations coming in before she even had the chance to properly list the items they could donate for. “You are a natural at this.”
“I am?” he smiled and laughed. “Then maybe I should have put on weight like this a long time ago.”
“Maybe,” she giggled. “Uh, anyway, let’s move on to getting your base measurement. We’ll start by seeing how round you are. Just hold still while I check your waistline.”
“Guess that’s why we’re calling our vlog that,” he chuckled. “Uh, but how can you hold the camera and do that at the same time?”
“I am not from a loaded family without reaping some of the benefits so much excess cash can allow,” she told him and pulled a black, ball-shaped device with a camera lense on itt. “It’s already paired to my phone so I just gotta switch to it’s camera and… there!”
The ball suddenly began to float in the air and focused its lense on the chubby canine. From her phone, Mia could see what the drone saw. Tapping on her phone where Shiron’s gut was in view, she was able to make it focus on that spot. After giving her viewers an eyeful for a minute, she adjusted it to his face.
“What is this thing?” he asked her, his curious canine instincts making him sniff at it and giving the viewers a big close up of his muzzle.
“It’s a camera drone, silly,” Mia explained. “It’s a high tech device capable of taking pictures and doing video without the constant need for someone to operate it. It’s is also quite expensive, so try to be careful around it.”
“Neat,” he admitted and waved to it, the device adjusting to properly zooming back to capture not just his hand waving, but the top half of his body, properly centered too.
“With this thing,” she added. “We can record you, hands free, most of the time, so we don’t have to worry about how we’re gonna keep the feed going.”
“Always full of surprises,” he smiled. “What would I do without you?”
“Be at home scarfing up cheese whizz in your undies while you watch TV and scratch yourself in naughty places,” she teased.
“Uh, do you have to say that for the whole world to hear?” he blushed.
“We’ve only got like twenty viewers,” she lied as the number was already close to breaking a hundred. “Besides, viewers love hearing this kind of organic banter. It keeps things fresh and entertaining. Now hold still while we get a look at your waistline.” Nodding, Soray held still as Mia took out a tailor’s measurement tape and held one end at her canine friend’s waist and had him hold it in place as she wrapped the other end around his body, going under his gut, around his waist on the other side, over his rear, giving his plump cheeks a teasing grope as she went by, and finally back to where it began.
“What’s it say?” wondered Soray, blushing after getting his butt pinched and the camera caught the adorable face he made.
“40 inches,” she told him while using a marker to indicate what his current measurement was on the tape measure. “Not sure how big you normally were, but that is a rather big waist for a pooch to have.”
“And with any luck I will be able to fix that,” he told her.
“Luck won’t have anything to do with it,” she assured him. “Next, we are going to check your weight and that’ll be your starting stats that we’ll work on improving.”
“Sounds good to me,” smiled Soray. “Heh, this feels like a game doing it this way.”
“Which will make it feel more like fun than work,” she replied as she left to retrieve the bathroom scale. “Now hop on here and we can see how fat you are.”
“I’m not fat,” he replied, feigning pouting. “Just a little chubby and overweight is all.” The two then laughed as he stepped onto the scale and the numbers quickly rose up for a second till finally reaching 112 lbs. “See. I’m only slightly over a hundred pounds. I was about eighty or ninty pounds before, if memory serves.”
“Yeah, you’re nowhere near heavy enough to be fat,” she told him as she gave his gut a teasing poke. “You can still see the numbers on the scale without your belly blocking your view.”
“Then it’s a good thing we decided to do this before I put on anymore weight,” he commented as he got off the scale and the number returned to zero. “Do, I go work out now?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. “Do some stretches to warm up and then do some cardio or something. I’ll have a meal ready for you to eat when you get back.”
“Sounds good to me,” he stated as he got on the ground and began to stretch his muscles to limber up. As he did this, Mia tacked the tape measure onto the wall, writing the date and Soray’s weight below it.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I figure a visual diagram of your progress should help,” she explained. “And don’t worry about me writing or making holes in the wall. My parents did wanna paint this place for next year anyway.”
“Uh, ok,” he replied, getting up and heading for the door. “Guess I’ll start with a little jog around the boardwalk. It’ll probably be strange to pretty much have the whole place to myself.”
“Just means you can focus on your workout,” she told him. “So, just give it your all. You’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.”
“You mean I’ve got about twenty pounds to lose,” he tried to correct her as he left.
“I know what I said,” she smirked and got to work on her phone, adding in plenty of things for their viewers to put money towards. The total number of viewers was already getting close to exceeding two hundred with tons of comments going on about how they were just as eager as Mia was to pork up the plump pooch. “We’ll need to make sure, however, that he doesn’t burn off more calories than we can put into him. Luckily, I know his greatest weakness.” With one more tap on her phone, she put her high caloric scheme into motion.
A short while after noon, Soray jogged his way back to the beachouse and slowed to a trudge as he made his way inside. His body was soaked in sweat after his first attempt at exercising and his tail waggled happily as he felt like he accomplished so much, despite most of his sweating was due to the heat rather than his workout. The camera drone was right behind him, giving his viewers a constant feed of his workout, though it had mainly split it’s focus between his belly and butt as they bounced and wobbled with each step he took.
“Mia,” he called out as he began to search for her. “I’m back! Where are you?”
“In the kitchen,” she answered. “Come on in. I got a surprise for you.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see what it is?” he called back and hurried over. As he entered into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of a cheesy pizza penetrated his nostrils and told him just what his surprise was without Mia needing to tell him. His eyes darted to the table where the pizza sat in its delivery box, steam seeping off the melted cheese. It had pepperoni, bacon, and sausage on it, adding to its deliciousness and the amount of heart-clogging grease it was filled with. Moving in closer to bask in such splendor, Soray never saw something that looked so wonderfully good, but was also so terribly bad for him at the same time.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked him while handing him a towel to dry off his perspiration.
“What do I think?” he replied as he soaked up the sweat from his face and then on the rest of his body, working his way down. “It looks delicious is what I think, but… that’s just the sort of thing I shouldn’t be having. It’ll undo all the work I just did.”
“One itty bitty pizza can’t be that bad for you,” she attempted to persuade him. “Just think of it as both a little celebration to the start of your workout and a farewell to fatty foods.”
“I guess if you put it that way,” he started to say, the scent of the cheese luring him in, but before he could take that one huge whiff of submssion, with his nose inches over the box, he pulled away once more. “N-No! I shouldn’t be tempted.”
“There is another reason you really should eat this,” Mia added. “It’s actually a gift from your viewers.”
“They sent me a pizza as a gift when I’m trying to work out?” he asked confused.
“Still gotta eat,” she pointed out. “And if you don’t eat it, you’ll be insulting them and it’ll hurt the vlog. If you can just eat a little then that should satisfy them. I’ll even have some too to keep you from eating the whole thing.”
“O-Okay,” he conceded completely this time and took a seat.
Mia grabbed a pizza cutter from one of kitchen drawers and used it to slice up the pizza into a dozen slices. She then placed a slice on the two plates she had set out for them. Beside the plates were also glasses with soda in it, completing their meal. “Time to eat,” she smiled and brought her slice of pizza to her maw to bite and then watched as Soray hesitated with his slice, the smell filling his eyes with hunger.
Slowly, he picked up the pizza by the crust with one hand and then used his other paw to keep the pizza level so the abundance of grease on it wouldn’t drip all over the place. Carrying it to his muzzle, he opened up wide for his first bite, the camera watching this momentous event, for all his viewers to see. As the taste of the deliciousness hit his tongue, a look of bliss filled his face as he inhaled the whole slice into his maw to munch it up, his chubby cheeks bulging to contain the piping hot pizza. Grabbing his soda, he gulped some to help wash it down and then reached for a second slice.
“Good?” Mia asked with a smirk on her face.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded as he was already feasting upon his second slice and making quick work of it. Slice three came soon after and lasted just as long as his second slice did and the same was true for the fourth, fifth and all the other slices that made up the rest of the pizza, save for the one that Mia had for herself. She casually ate it as she enjoyed watching her friend make a pig of himself. With her phone on her lap, she was able to peek at the comments some of his 400+ viewers were posting.
AwesomeSauce772: OMG! I donated some to that pizza’s he’s eating!
80085R0CK: Me too :3
TrinityNight02: Look at him eat
TrinityNight02: What a hog! XD
FatFan47: leet eating skill
FatFan47: *skillz
BlubberKingthe5th: Feed him more! He needs to be fatter!
“All in due time,” thought Mia, eager to fatten her friend up just as much as all of them wanted too, but she knew she couldn’t make it too obvious or he’d catch on. Her gluttonous doggy might have been trusting to a fault, but even he would have been suspicious if it was too obvious she wanted him to eat his weight in the most unhealthiest foods either of them coudl conceive of. Returning her phone to her pocket, Mia finished her pizza slice and got up, approaching her friend to give his gut a little rub. “Full now?”
“Urp!” he belched and nodded. “Yeah. Think I’ll go lay down for a bit to rest and digest. Then I’ll go and do some more working out.”
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Mia as she helped him up and led him back to the couch, her paws never leaving his tummy.
“Do you have to keep rubbing my gut,” he yawned big, the combination of working out, stuffing himself, and soothing rubs on his gut more powerful then even the most potent of sleeping medicines.
“Just trying to help you digest,” she told him as he relaxed on the couch, his eyes growing heavy.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, holding a pillow against his head as he started to instinctively nap. “Just let me rest… for a little while…”
“Will do,” she promised and watched as he drifted off to slumberland, his noisy snores soon filling the room. Grabbing her phone once more, she took a look at the funds they had already accumulated and began to order more stuff to be delivered in time for dinner. Once she finished she looked down at her buddy sleeping contently with his hardly stuffed gut, certain that would only be but an appetizer compared to when he would really cut loose with his hunger. “I’ll wake you up for dinner and I promise that, from now on, you’ll have far more filling meals.”
Days passed as Soray continued doing his best to work out and lose weight. While he knew his fantasies of ending up as hulking adonis with biceps big as his head was completely outlandish, he had hoped to have made even a bit of progress in looking thinner. However, to his dismay, he didn’t seem any different than how he started and the cause was very obvious. For all the sweating, running, and everything else he did to, “feel the burn,” all of it was offset by the huge, fat-filled meals Mia had ready for him for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“I came here to avoid being tempted by unhealthy meals, but it’s like they followed me,” he thought as he waddled home for lunch. “But I can’t blame Mia. It’s my viewers who are supplying me with food and I’m the one eating every last bit of it. Maybe that’s the whole point of it, that I need to actually be aware of what I’m eating so I don’t keep making a pig of myself.” Eyes opened at this realization, Soray hurried inside. He could already smell the next massive meal awaiting him in the kitchen and canine instinct made him lick his chops in anticipation.
“Someone looks eager to eat,” noted Mia, seeing her canine friend waddle in with extra pep in his step.
“I figured it out!” he barked excitedly, his words getting Mia nervous that he was catching on already, but not certain why he’d look so happy about her attempting to fatten him up.
“What did you figure out?” she asked.
“That all this fattening food has just been to try and help me learn some control over my appetite,” he explained. “I have to learn to resist the temptation or I’ll just end up eating a lot and getting fat again, when we return to regular life.”
“Y-Yeah,” she answered, relieved that he had interpreted all this food in such a convenient way. “Guess I can’t fool you. That’s it precisely.”
“So, keep throwing all this food at me and I’ll show you my willpower,” he told her with confidence.
“Can do,” Mia giggled, glad to oblige him with tons of food and test his willpower or lack thereof. “Oh, but first…” She pressed a finger at his gut where it poked out between his shirt and pants. “It looks like you put on a few more pounds.”
“I guess I made progress in the wrong direction,” he admitted, attempting to pull his shirt down and tuck it in, only for his belly to push it out again. “But it’s only a minor setback. It just shows I have a lot of work ahead of me. I should get back to training.”
“After eating, of course,” Mia told him. “And I did order a larger size set of workout clothes for you, just as a precaution. They’re in your room, so go change into them and then come and get some lunch.”
Making his way to his room, Soray found a new set of shorts and a t-shirt folded on his bed. This time it was a matching green pair with blue stripes on the side and a picture of a tough-looking bulldog on the front with the words, “Junkyard Dog” written in bold, metalic letters, with a chunk bitten off by the dog. There was also a larger pair of purple polka-dotted, yellow boxers beside them. “Oh, and I hope you are a boxers guy, Mr. Big Butt,” Mia called out to him, making the pooch blush. Reaching around to his rump, he gave it a squeeze and couldn’t deny that he rump was indeed quite a chunky one.
“Guess I’ve been getting fat all over,” he admitted, the whole thing captured by the recording drone silently viewing him from behind.
Quickly getting undressed and into his new set of clothes, Soray didn’t feel as overweight now that his gut wasn’t able to poke out between his shirt and pants. He then made his way back to the kitchen, ready to eat and prove how much self control he had over his gluttony.
“You’re looking good,” commented Mia as she saw her friend return in his new outfit, another X more than his previous one. “Ready to eat?”
“And show you just what kind of self control I have,” he added, trying back up his confidence with a little swagger.
“We’ll see about that,” she smirked as she carried over a mondo cheese steak, or at least the first couple of feet cut off from the yard long sandwich, almost as long as the table’s diameter. “Here you go, tubby.”
“Oh hoh,” he drooled at the sight of the cheesy delight suddenly placed in his paws. It felt very warm in his hands, the bread perfectly soft while the meat and cheese filled his nostrils with their wonderful, combined odors. He could also spot, mushrooms, onions, and green peppers inside, adding to the taste sensation it had to be. This was all it took to make all thoughts of willpower and restraint pushed to the back of his mind and then forgotten. Opening his maw, he took his first big bite of his lunch, munching on it happily and all set to devour the entire lengthy sandwich.
“Oh, how awful of me,” realized Mia as she watched her friend glut on more unavoidably-tempting, delicious, and unhealthy food. “You’ll need something to wash that down with. “I’d say a chocolate shake will do nicely. Yes, and some nice greasy french fries too.” Soray didn’t answer her with words as he focused on gorging on his sandwich, but his tail wagging happily over his fat buttocks was response enough for her to proceed.
“Congratulations, Soray!” cheered Mia before blowing on a party horn. “You’ve made it through a full week of working out!” She was playing up the pep and excitement in her voice for the viewers as she had the drone on herself for a change. “You know what that means, right?”
“Uh, no,” he shook his head, his new set of clothes already feeling snug on him after only a few days of wearing them.
“It means it’s time again to take your measurements and see just how much you’ve improved,” she told him, taking down the tape measure and held it at the side of his waist.
“Are you sure we should do this?” he asked, very well aware that he made plenty of progress in the wrong direction. Ignoring him, Mia held Soray’s paw at his side to hold the one end of the measure, while she wrapped the rest of it around him. She did it slowly, taking the time to gently caress his plumpened rear and meaty thighs as she went all the way around him.
“Let’s see,” she said as she looked at the length. “Looks like you are down to 52” now.”
“Down? Don’t you mean up?” he told her. “I was only 40” when I began and my waist is a whole foot wider now.”
“Well, it just means you’ll have to try harder, fatty,” she teased him. “Now, get on the scale.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, not looking forward to his increased weight as he stepped on and watched the numbers quickly shoot past a hundred pounds and keep going. “It says I’m 165 pounds now. Woo hoo…”
“Ok, got it,” replied Mia as she marked the spot on the tape measure, hung it back on the wall. Finally, she wrote his new weight below the mark and turned back to him. “Well, setbacks asides, well done getting through week number one. Ready for number two?”
“Maybe I should just call it quits,” Soray sighed. “I came here to slim down and now I’m fatter than ever.”
“Don’t say that,” Mia tried to encourage him.
“But it’s true,” he cried. “I don’t even have the willpower to resist eating every fattening thing that ends up in my paws. The second I start, I just eat and eat like I’m possessed by gluttony itself. I put on like fifty pounds in a week while trying to lose about half of that in a month! Let’s face it. I failed about as much as one can at a diet.”
Seeing the look of giving up in her friend’s face, Mia knew she needed to find a way to encourage him and quickly scrolled through the comments on her phone. “You can’t give up,” she told him once more. “Just look at all these words of encouragement that everyone is offering you.”
“Words of encouragement?” he asked, looking over to Mia, intrigued. “What have they been saying?”
“Just listen to this,” she answered, being careful to omit any of the pro fat details in the comments.
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“Heheh, alright, alright,” conceded Soray, chuckling a bit at Mia’s jestful inclusion of the spambot’s comment. The amusement this brought helped give the chow hound a much needed bit of laughter to help lift his spirit. “Fine. I’ll keep trying to lose weight.”
“That’s a winning attitude if ever there was one,” smiled Mia. “Time for you to get back to work.”
“Yeah!” he bellowed, raising his arms up to try and emphasize he was fired up to burn some calories. However, before he was even able to take a single step, his gut let out a grumble of hunger. “Uh, but first, maybe I should get something to eat,” Soray blushed.
“Then let’s do that,” she replied, happy to see Soray’s hunger was getting stirred with greater frequency with each day that passed since they first arrived at the beach house. “I already have a little meal prepared for you in the kitchen.”
“I can’t wait to see,” he chuckled and licked his chops, his attitude even happier after the mention of food.
As they arrived at the kitchen and opened the door, a blast of aromas hit his nose as the “little meal” was actually several large pizzas, meatball subs, cheese fries, onion rings, and plenty more all piping hot, calorie-packed and waiting to be consumed. Compared to every other meal he had feasted upon so far, this one was by far the largest yet and he salivated at the sight of it.
“Eat all you want,” she encouraged him with a pat on the back. “You’ll need all the energy you can muster to work out.”
“Come to hungry!” he howled, with delight as he attacked a pizza first, not even bothering to cut it into slices and just folded it up twice into a triangular shape to munch on.
“Or just pig out like the glutton you so clearly prefer to be,” she murred, knowing full well he wasn’t going to be doing much exercise after a feast this massive.
“Come on!” cried Soray, panting hard. “Faster! Faster! Just a bit moooooorrre! Yes! I did it!”
“Beat another level?” asked Mia as she walked in with a tray of potatoes that were hollowed out and filled with cheese and bacon. They were a little like potato skins, but deep fried as well to make them extra unhealthy.
“Yeah,” he nodded, his fat face bouncing and his double chin jiggling too. “Took me a while, but I finally figured out the best route to win the race.”
“Then you deserve a reward,” she smiled and placed the warm tray on his belly. “I made more of my famous loaded spuds for you.”
“Oh, these are great,” he licked his chops and waggled his tail. Beside the blubbery doggy there were already a dozen trays he had finished off of the same thing Mia had been making for the last few hours. “Unhealthy as can be, but insanely delicious.”
“That isn’t entirely true,” she told him. “The potatoes still have their skins.”
“Covered in salt,” he added before grabbing a bottle of ketchup to hastily squirt across the tray and onto the greasy, fatty treats before picking one up to munch up in a few big bites. “And ketchup,” he added upon finishing the first and grabbing a second.
“Say, you haven’t been exercising as much these last few days,” she pointed out and poked his belly that was sticking out of his workout clothes even worse than it had with the previous sets of clothes he outgrew. It was also stained with a mix of grease, sweat, and sauce. Giving him a sniff, he was starting to smell rather rank too. “It smells like you haven’t left this couch for a few days as well to exercise… or bathe.”
“I’ll exercise more tomorrow,” he mumbled as he munched on the loaded potato he stuffed in his maw as he resumed playing his game with the controller in his chubby, greasy paws. “It’s your fault for buying this game system in the first place. You know I’d wanna play it.”
“My bad,” she replied with a snicker, giving his belly some rubs and brought another of her fatty treats to his muzzle that he munched up without taking his eyes off the screen. “You’re looking downright obese now, you know that?”
“Am I now?” he blushed while attempting to focus on his game. “I certainly do feel rather girthy.”
“Just girthy?” she smirked and patted his rotund gut. “You’re the fattest I’ve ever seen you by far. This belly of yours is bigger than my whole body and your rear is just as monstrously enormous.”
“I-It’s not that big,” he attempted to counter, but a blushing smile told Mia that he was very well aware of how massive he had become. Still, she loved to point out and see what kind of faces he made in response to her remarks.
“You take up two couch cushions on your own,” she pointed out, gazing at his wide flanks that took up the middle cushion and half of the ones on either side. “Are you going for three?”
“Okay, so it is that big!” he blushed more, failing to keep from looking pleased at his obesity.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone actually enjoys being a tub of lard,” she teased him, as she tugged on his cheeks and watched him blush further and let out a puppyish whimper.
“N-Now why would you say that?” he asked her, his butt wiggling, or rather, his tail attempted to, but it was trapped between the backrest of the couch and his glutes to be able to wag freely.
“Well, you certainly have packed on plenty and lost nothing since you got here,” she commented. “In fact, this might as well have been a trip to help you put on weight rather than lose it.”
“Wasn’t that what this really was?” he told her, this remark catching her by surprise as she almost slipped off his belly, but he caught her and hugged his feline friend against his soft, doughy gut. “To make me the grand champion fatass of the world or something just as silly-sounding as that?”
“H-How long did you know?” she blushed as she looked up at him.
“Quite a while, actually,” he admitted as he struggled to get his own smartphone from his pants pocket. “I do have my own phone after all and I’ve been sneaking peeks at the vlog during those brief times I was not being recorded.” He then showed her the vlog’s page, along with a fan-made video of him glutton on a seemingly endless sandwich though it was just clever editing to make it seem that way. This was just one of many videos that his viewers had made from the footage taken of him. “I have to say, I didn’t think I could amass over a quarter of a million followers from just a few weeks of glutting like a pig.”
“You are quite an adorable piggy,” she murred and nuzzled against him as he continued to hold her to his gut, the warmth radiating from it wonderfully relaxing. He made a few piggy snorts in her ear, making her purr some as well and then gazed upon his pinchable chubby face.
“Truthfully, I wanted to see you end up big as a whale and make you give up working out when you saw how futile it was. Guess you gave up when you realized this was all fixed.”
“When I found out,” he told her. “I still tried my hardest. But aware or not, I could not resist temptation of all those cheese-filled delicacies offered to me. I knew full well what you were doing and still tried my earnest to lose weight, but you know what?”
“What?” she asked him, eager to hear what he had to say.
“It’s a lot more fun to indulge than it is to work out,” he answered. “Think you can help me out pig out some more? My rear still isn’t three couch cushions big yet.”
“I think we can do a lot more than that,” she smirked at him, grabbing the rest of the cheese and bacon-filled spuds and stuffed them into his greedy maw, watching abandon all hope and desire to slim down and just revel in this far more leisurely and enjoyable pursuit. “Just relax and I’ll make your whole rear as big as this entire couch! Maybe even bigger!”
“Heheh, I doubt I’ll be able to fit your car for the drive home if I was that big,” he giggled with delight.
“Like you are able to squeeze that tush of yours into it as you are now,” she pointed out and gave his nose a kiss. “You fat tub o’ lard.”
“Murr,” he gave her a lick back. “Keep talking to me like that and I’ll only wanna get even fatter.”
“Good,” she purred, scritching his chin, causing his foot to pound the ground and make his entire blobby bulk jiggle. “You are just so darn adorable!”
His stomach let out another rumble in spite of just eating. “Hungry too,” he added.
“Then just wait right there,” she told him, hopping to the floor. “I’ll bring my hungry puppy pal plenty to fill up that pachydermic paunch. You just relax so you don’t burn any more calories.”
“Heh, like I’ve been able to do that when I tried?” he joked and watched her walk off, giving his obesity one last peek before leaving the room and Soray alone with the drone camera, still watching his every fatty movement.
Looking up at it, he smirked. “Hey there fatty admirers.” He wiggled a chubby paw at his viewers. “Guess you like seeing all of this?” Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it up as best he could, letting his restrained gut bulge out in all its glory. His shirt appeared more like a bra now as it only now only housed his massive moobs that were easily even larger than his head was now. “Think I’m fat now? Just wait till I really cut loose, like I’m right about to! What do you think of that?” Taking a look at his phone, he checked out the comment section and all across it he saw everyone was giving him either thumbs up or tons of hearts. Along with that, he saw the sizable contribution of a few hundred dollars to help feed him was increasing at an alarming rate. His jaw dropped a little as he watched it, still in disbelief that him eating himself into obesity was yielding such fantastic results. “I guess you love the idea.”
“It’s been a long, cheese-filled ride,” announced Mia in a bittersweet voice as she spoke. “As much as we’d love for this vlog to go on forever, I’m afraid we’re just about done here and are gonna have to head back home and to our normal lives.” Peeking at the comments section, she could practically feel the sorrow from countless fans wishing their enjoyment of the fatty pup didn’t have to end so soon, even if a full month had gone by since it all began. “But don’t worry, we will give you one more good showing as we give Soray his final measurement to see just how fat he’s become.”
“Is it time for me to come in yet?” mumbled Soray from the other room.
“I was just about to call you in,” Mia answered before clearing her throat. “Ahem, anyway, let’s give the star of this little vlog of ours one more round of applause as we get to see him one final time in all his gargantuan glory. May I present to you, Soray!”
Clapping her paws together, it was also his signal to come in. As he stepped forward, the ground shook a bit and his heavy footsteps were accompanied by a very audible thud on the ground. The drone camera was fixed on the door as he appeared in front of it, his body even more massive than it had been a few days prior when he was a couch potato, playing video games.
Soray’s gut was so massive that standing in the doorway, his sides weren’t visible. Making his way through proved quite a difficult task as he had to wiggle his blubber through it, one inch at a time. Mia even came over to help by tugging at his fat folds to help them through. The mere task of getting through the doorway, one that wasn’t even a foot thick, took them nearly ten minutes to accomplish and help showcase what an absolute hippopotamus of a dog he had become.
“Geeze, if you were any fatter you wouldn’t have fit in here,” panted Mia after finally getting his large self into the room.
“Like you don’t love every excuse to get your paws on all my plush flab,” he pointed out and watched her nuzzle against his gut and nod with a blissful look on her face.
Whereas, a few days ago, he was on the verge of taking up the couch on his own, it now looked more accurate to say he’d need a couch of that size for each of his cheeks. His legs were impressily thick with lard as well, though with how huge his belly and butt were, these limbs of his were only visible from the sides and only capable of shuffling across the floor. Somehow, despite his arms being just as bulky, he could still use them, mainly to bring more food to his muzzle to devour, the only activity that came with enough motivation to make him put in such strenuous effort. As for the rest of his figure, it was all just as hugely fattened too.
“Not too shabby if I do say so myself,” stated Mia, looking over the supersized canine. “Well, all that’s left is the final measurements, but what do you say to one final meal, just to top you off?”
“Like you even need to ask,” he replied and dropped onto his butt, the impact on the ground causing a miniature tremor that propelled Mia off the ground.
“That’s my porker,” she smiled and hurried to the kitchen before quickly returning, carrying out a hose that went all the way outside and to a large vat, comparable in size to the canine it was meant for. Mia held onto it as she scaled the mountain of flab that was his gut and rubbed his multichin upon reaching the summit. “Open wide now, my porky lil puppy.”
“I’ll give you porky, but what part of me is a lil puppy?” he joked with her, knowing and loving how she flirted with him. With a bashful smile, he obeyed and allowed her to place the hose on his tongue and then patted the top of his snout after to make him close his maw.
“Good boy,” she praised him, getting a muffled bark from him while his lips were locked around the hose. “Now just wait while I turn it on.”
Carefully climbing back down his girth, Mia entered the kitchen and then went through the door to the backyard to the vat. Peeking into the top, it was almost overflowing with melted cheese that made the whole outside reek of its pungent odor. “Let’s just see how much he loves cheese,” she smirked as the turned a valve to allow the cheese to flow freely and then hit a button to start a pump to send the golden, melted, treat of delight straight into Soray’s maw. The second he tasted it, he murred with delight and began chugging it down with a purely blissful look on his face.
Making her way back to her pachyderm of a friend, Mia watched his final act of glutting as he chugged mawful after mawful of fondu, his belly bulging quickly as it got filled, but even more than that, he was even gaining more pudge on his frame as he ate, causing his clothes to strain further as he outgrew them more and more. “So goooooood,” he moaned with delight and just kept gulping more and more down as he continued to get fatter and fatter.
“Amazing isn’t it,” stated Mia as she watched blubber out before her eyes. “He’s become such a lethargic blob that his metabolism has just quit on him. For the last few days he’s been gaining weight as fast as he could eat. Truly, a God-tier level of gluttony if ever there was one.” Approaching him, she groped at some of his blubber and marveled at how it continued to expand in her paws like rising dough. “Who’s a monstrously pudgy pooch? You are! Yes you are!”
“Mmhmm,” he nodded while he gulped down more and more of the cheesy goodness. He watched as Mia gave his belly a hug and slowly sank into his blubber like it was the softest bed that ever was. His tail waggled happily at his friend embracing him, though it was down to a nub that bit by bit was finally getting finished off by his expanding rear.
As he continued to fatten up, his most massive pair of workout clothes were finally reaching their limit too. Tears in the seams began forming and increasing in them as he began to outweigh even the largest of elephants. Even fully aware of what was happening, Soray didn’t stop consuming the tasty fondu, blushing a bit as more of his furry body became exposed by the gulp while, in contrast, what he was wearing was getting reduced to mere scraps of fabric. Even his underwear, as extra stretchy as they were, failed to contain his obesity, though it was harder to see as his belly and had expanded to the point it draped over his crotch and covered over his legs up to his knees while he sat. But with one huge SNAP! the elastic band on the boxers gave out and flung across the room, making his whole body jiggle like a bunch of jello while the bit of bulk it held back was finally able to bulge out freely.
“That feels better,” commented Soray free of his tight clothing. “But what could possibly fit me now?”
“I’ll see if I can find a circus tent to wrap around you next,” Mia told him. “But we should wait till you finish eating so I can be certain that won’t be too small for you as well.” Whether or not she was being serious, the porking out pooch did not know. Nevertheless, he kept on glutting more of the cheesy goodness.
“I think I’m done,” Soray told Mia when he couldn’t draw out any more cheese from the hose no matter how hard he sucked on it like a straw.
“I’ll make sure to feed you twice your weight the next time,” promised Mia as she worked her way out of a fold that formed around her as she curled up on his belly and waited for him to finish eating. Looking him over, he appeared even more titanic than he had when he first entered the room. “I bet you outweigh some whales now too,” she teased him and patted his belly.
“Heheh, do go on,” he smiled. “Just how obese am I?”
“I doubt even obese does justice to describe how fat you are,” she giggled as she grabbed the measuring tape to wrap it around his waist like the previous times. However, on this occasion she couldn’t even properly wrap it around just his waist as his belly got in the way. So, instead, she just wrapped it around his gut as well, her doggy pal the fattest thing ever vlogged or otherwise an undeniable fact now.
As Mia walked around his backside, she already found herself at the end of the tape measure and still had a lot more of his girth to go. She couldn’t help murr at the level of fatness this showed he achieved as she tied an already prepared second tape measure to the first and continued to his thigh and part way around his belly before a third had to be added to make the circle complete. Watching the whole thing, Soray couldn’t help chuckle and beam with pride at such a weighty accomplishment.
“Each of these tape measures reaches 2 yards from end to end,” Mia informed him. “With three that’s 6 yards or 216 inches. True, we did cheat a little adding in your gut and rear, rather than just your waist, but you’re just too fat to find that waistline of yours anymore.”
“More like a fat line,” he tried to make a joke. “Uh, cause I don’t waste anything I eat… and it all goes to straight to my butt… or something.”
“Such a dork,” she chuckled climbing all the way up him to squeeze his cheeks and admire his blushy smile, swollen adorably with so much chub. “It just makes you even more precious.”
“What about that scale?” he asked her. “Don’t you gotta weight me too?”
“Even if the scale could withstand a few tons of weight on it, we’d never be able to get all of you on it at once to get an accurate read,” she pointed out. “Let’s just call you the heaviest, fattest thing alive and leave it up to the viewers to imagine.”
“Sounds good to me,” he barked happily, making his flab wobble. “Uh, so is that it? Are we all done now?”
“Looks that way,” nodded Mia as she turned to the camera. “Well, everyone, it’s been a blast, but like all fat things, we’ve had our huge end and now it’s time to go.”
“I had a lot of fun,” Soray added as he slowly waved his paw, the effort of doing just that was quite an arduous task with how heavily packed with lard it was. “I hope you had fun too.”
“I’m Mia and isn’t this the most comfortable doggy bed you’ve ever seen?” she joked.
“And I’m Soray, looking forward to dessert,” the chubby hound jested.
“See you all for season 2,” finished Mia as she took out her phone to end the vlog.
“Yeah,” nodded Soray before realizing what she said. “Wait? Season 2?”
Mia turned off the vlog.
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