Artwork and story by:  whitewolf~nomie


Butter was a very, very… VERY spoiled pooch.
Labradors were well known for enjoying their food, but Butter always seemed to be able to put that fact to rest, despite being part border collie. He didn’t just enjoy his food – he adored it.
Not any food would do, however. Butter always craved the good stuff… the human stuff. None of that dog food his owner always told him he was supposed to eat. No.
Burgers, pizza, pasta – nothing was off limits to Butter. The moment he felt the grumble of hunger, it would need to be satisfied. He never stayed hungry for long.
And over the past few months, Butter had begun to pile on the pounds… but yet the gluttonous pooch was oblivious.
“Butter, dinner!”
“Butter, more food!”
“Come on, Butter, I have some more for you!”
As he lay on his favourite comfy bed, Butter would always jump up in excitement at those very familiar words. His slightly more curvaceous figure would jiggle as he headed for the kitchen with utter glee.
The door to the kitchen was situated through the living room, so Butter never strayed too far from the room itself. Less time for walking, more time for eating. It was one of his favourite mottos.
This particular day, Butter could smell the familiar scent of pizza. The cheese, pepperoni and oh, that lovely, drool inducing pile of ham and other meats his owner would always top it off with to make it meatier.
As he skimmed through the kitchen door, he was already able to see his owner piling the slices of pizza into his bowl. One wall was glass, so Butter was always able to spy on the food when in the living room.
And he’d picked up a few sly tricks in his time, thanks to the glass wall.
After devouring the meal his owner would give him, Butter would sneak his way into the snack cupboard and, more often than not, he was also able to find a way to get into the fridge which held a bounty full of delicious foods. Nothing he couldn’t handle – and nothing his owner would ever complain about.
The more the merrier, so it was true that he always ate like a prince.
A few weeks after perhaps one of the best pizzas of his life, Butter continued to be fed whatever, whenever he wanted. His once slim figure had now changed into something of a plump, or perhaps just plain fat one. His belly now wobbled as he walked, almost as much as his tail would wag at the mention of food. Rolls began to appear on the tan coloured fur… his breath was less easy to catch.
Yet, Butter didn’t see a problem, and simply ate more. And more. And more.
Walking into the kitchen, the door was now inches away from touching his sides. However, a few weeks later, and that would become a completely different story.
After even more days filled with binge eating, so much of the lovely, scrumptious human food, Butter had gotten even bigger. His belly was now a full-blown gut that lingered close to the floor as he walked – or rather plodded – through the house. His backside jiggled just as much as the rest of him and the top of his legs were growing closer to being encased in rolls of fat.
His owner had taken to simply leaving food out all the time so Butter could feast as much as he liked. There was never an empty bowl, nor did Butter ever say no to seconds.
The pooch was growing fatter and fatter by the day.
And the kitchen door was growing smaller and smaller.
A day came when Butter was called through for yet more chips and lovely potatoey goods at supper time and found his sides brushed the edges of the kitchen door frame. His fat skimmed over the wood, proving just how wide the dog was becoming.
Yet, not a word was said, and Butter still continued to be fed and fed until his heart was content. It became harder to keep it content though – he was always hungry now.
On a peaceful Friday afternoon, coming on months and months since Butter had started to grow, his owner had left to complete some errands. And as the door shut, Butter heard the magic words;
“Butter, supper is in the kitchen!”
Now almost indistinguishable from a lump of lard, Butter tried to raise his now completely rounded body from his bed. His legs only just stuck out underneath rolls upon rolls of fat and shook as he lifted himself from the soft pillows. But nothing would stop him from reaching his food.
As Butter began to walk towards the kitchen door, he could see through the glass that there was even more food on the kitchen table – a swift pull of the table cloth would see it all on the floor for him to enjoy, but only after he devoured the piles of food sat in or around his bowl on the floor.
Jiggling through the kitchen door, Butter was surprised when he suddenly stopped.
He tried to take a step forwards, but was only pulled back – what was going on?
When the fat pooch glanced behind, he could see his massive, rounded belly was squashed between the doorframes. He could see his fat pressing up against the glass on the other side and tilted his head in slight confusion.
Hadn’t he fit perfectly a few days ago?
Butter tried to go forwards, his back legs only just managing to stay on the floor as wriggled and heaved, trying to get his fat bulk into the kitchen. The alluring scent of the food waiting for him only drove Butter harder and, after a good few minutes, his voluptuous stomach and backside slipped through the doorframe.
He was panting hard, but food was the only thing on his mind.
He had soon raced over to the piles of food surrounding his bowl and began to devour each and every piece. Burgers, crisps, another lovely pizza and even more sweet treats, his tail wagging with every mouthful.
Even when Butter had finished, he was still hungry – he craved more. And that was when he remembered the table.
Only just managing to waddle over, Butter grabbed the edge of the tablecloth and pulled, his belly skimming across the floor with him as he edged his way backwards.
In the end, a lot more of the human food was spilled directly in front of him – a dream come true.
Butter didn’t hesitate and tucked in.
Minutes later, the overfed pooch had finally had his fill. All traces of food in the kitchen were gone and instead, a now bloated dog lay in the middle of the floor, practically floating on his fat belly he was so full.
Now, it was time for a nap to let all that food digest – his owner would be back to feed him again soon.
It was so very hard to move. Butter didn’t realise just how stuffed he really was until he tried to walk to the door. Not only was his belly bloated and full, it was laying on the floor like dough had been spilled and his paws struggled against the weight.
Making it to the door took a few moments and the pooch panted hard as he began to waddle into the living room.
Then it happened again.
Butter’s front half was in the living room when he came to slow halt, his large and overfed body stuffed into the kitchen door. His lower half was still in the kitchen, the bloated gut squashing relentlessly against the frame.
He tried to push forwards, but unlike last time, there was no movement. Instead, Butter stayed in the grasp of the doorway, his bulk much too wide to even budge.
Even when he tried to kick with his hind legs, he found there was no grip. There was too much flab in the way of his paws and his backside merely wobbled with every attempt.
Panting hard and realising what was happening now much too late, Butter tried to reverse back into the kitchen. However, the rolls of fat that had made it through to the living room with him only bulged into the frame and his stomach was too plump and full to keep the pressure going.
Food.
To Butter, it had always been a blessing.
Now, it seemed much more like a problem.