CW: Fat furs and rapid weight gain

This was a story I made a while back featuring me, my rottweiler OC, and Nico, who belongs to @/ru4seal on Twitter.
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I will happily accept any input on my stories, hope everybody enjoys, and thank you for the read!



It was a slow, rather dull day at Nico's panadería, not too many people came in. Pate and Nico rested their heads on the window leading to the kitchen from the front-of-house. Nico is a chubby harp seal, with loose brown hair and a strawberry-patterned apron spread across his torso. He did all of the baking, which he loved doing, while Pate agreed to man the front for him. "Ugh, what time is it, dough ball?", Pate said with annoyance. "Quarter to 9" (A.M), the seal replies. "How the hell aren't there people swarming us?! I betcha everybody else is soaking up all the people right now!", Pate said with exasperation. "Maybe it's because it's Thanksgiving tomorrow. Everybody would have already stocked up on baked stuff", the spotted dude conferred. "In this town?", the human replied. "You never know, Pate." he retorted, just as impatient as Pate was about this.

Just as he mutters the human’s name, a dense shadow was cast upon the left side of the front-of-house. The way that the sun was positioned made it difficult to see who the huge figure was. It makes its way towards the double doors before both doors open wide. In steps a huge beast wearing safety orange and torn up jeans. His entire appearance was rugged, but it did emphasize his glorious amount of girth. The man’s big, black belly was displayed proudly for both Pate and Nico to observe. The giant slowly lumbered his way to the register that Pate was now at, making his whole body wobble lazily with each footfall. Upon getting closer, Pate got a much better look at the man’s face, it was one that had the markings of a rottweiler, complemented with a dusting of gray hairs around his chins and cheeks. His eyes were covered by a baseball cap. The humongous beast stared at us for a bit, huffing and puffing, before he eyed me up in particular.

"Howdy", the dog said, with a voice that drew some intimidation. “Howdy howdy, welcome to Nico’s, what’re you craving big fella?”, Pate said in his best customer service tone despite the rottie’s seemingly scary nature. “Hehe, it ain’t a question of what, kiddo. It's how much” , the dog answered. He gave the top of his gut a good rub and chuckles, "How much do you think this body of mine could hold?". Pate smirked and loosened his stance a bit, realizing that the intimidation was instead teasing. “Cliché choice, but everything we got?”, Pate replied. “Hold on now, I ain’t gonna clear y’all out completely”, the huge fellow said as he pulled out a card from his wallet and dropped it on the countertop. "I'll take everything ya got, but tip yourselves a quarter of it" he orders before taking the largest seat in the front-of-house. As the beast sat down, the thick wood and steel supports that made up the seat creaked in agony and his body spread itself out, with his gut almost sagging to the point of touching the floor.

With a giant grin spread across his face, Nico got to work fixing anything he could that he hasn't already put out. Pate quickly headed to the front to flip the sign "closed" so the three wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else. The human also took the liberty to clean out all the displays they had and promptly sent them the giant's way, who immediately started horking all the goods down. The dog ate like a machine, constantly shoving more pan dulce, fruity empanadas, and conchas into his maw. Pate went to the back to check out how Nico was doing. His big seal friend was in his element, almost fixing pastries at the same pace as the rottweiler was eating. The human didn't want to disrupt him, so he got back out front to find that the huge customer had already killed off all the display stuff. So in the meantime, Pate socialized. “So, uh, how is our selection, sir?”, he asked the dog. The rottweiler then let out a loud belch and replied right after, “Does that give you any hint? Y’all have got good stuff”. “Well, Nico has good stuff, I’m just a salesman”, Pate replied with honesty. “Don’t sell yourself short, kiddo, you gotta deal with people a lot worse than me I’d imagine”, the dog said, attempting to raise the human’s confidence.

“Thanks”, the human replied with a light smile poking through his expression, “what would your name be, big guy?”. “Dale, you?”, the rottie answered and questioned. “Call me Pate”, the human enlightened. “Well, Pate, lemme ask ya another question, how big do you think I’ll be before I waddle outta here?” Pate laughed at that and said, “Waddle out? That’s a strong assumption. What makes you think you’re going to be able to move after you’re done?”, Pate replied. That comment earned another toothy grin from Dale. “Hah Hah! I love the way you think, kiddo, cracks me up”, Dale jovially exclaimed. The rottweiler then scooped up Pate and brought him into a warm hug. His hug was very firm, but comfortable due to all the thin fur and flab which pressed into Pate gently. Not too long after, Nico finished up all his baking. So Pate helped cart out box after box after box of Mexican baked goods of all varieties. Upon having all of the goods laid out before him, Dale cracked his meaty knuckles and got to work.

A good while passed with Dale stuffing his face and his body puffing out larger and larger. The table that he ate from earlier was pushed off to the side with his even more massive stomach, which he now used as a shelf to eat from. The massive dog had tripled in weight and added another foot to his height. Pate noticed that Nico had a look of longing on his face and asked what was up. "He's making me a bit jealous, it’s been a minute since I’ve been able to get huge like that", Nico answered with that same look unwavering. A few minutes passed with just the two of us listening to the ever growing blob gorge on his bounty, but that's when Nico’s expression turned as he realized something. He could be just as big as this guy, if he had a little help. "Pate, do you have any of that special gaining stuff on you?", he asked with a hint of hopefulness. The human nodded and went to the back to find his trusty backpack. After digging through it for a moment, he found three small vials of a light green liquid. The liquid looked almost exactly like Mountain Dew, minus the carbonation, and on the vials themselves, there were cheap masking tape labels that each read “The Juice”. Pate flashed the vials to Nico as he approached him again. “Let's put some of all this in the goods we still have, you might be able to catch up with him”, the human suggested. Nico jumped with glee and the two began the process of lacing the remaining boxes of pastries with the gaining fluid.

After the work was done, Pate began passing boxes to Nico, who was aiming to keep up the pace with the mountainous rottie that laid before the two. In the span of time it took the friends to lace the leftovers, Dale had expanded to the point where most of the width of the room was taken up by him. If you were to look in from the outside, all you'd really see is backfat, sports-branded boxers, and a bit of butt peering over said boxers. Dale, simply, filled up half of the front-of-house with himself. However, the rate at which the seal was stuffing himself was promising, since his gut was already plopped on the ground, and it had only been minutes since he started. Smooth seal blubber was spreading very quickly.

At this point, all Pate could do is try to compute the cost of all the goods that Dale had bought while not trying to stare at all the growing mass before him. The fact that he was being bumped into by Nico’s slowly expanding right love handle did not improve his concentration. Luckily for the human, he was able to finish all of the calculations before the whole space behind the counter was taken up by the baker’s gargantuan girth. After an hour, the gorging had stopped between the hills of heft and the front-of-house was now packed full of soft adipose. The two beings were on pretty even ground in terms of mass, which shows how effective the "juice" was. Pate had the receipt for Dale, but wanted to check on the boat-sized seal first. As expected, Nico was pretty ecstatic about his new gains. Reassured, Pate crawled his way over to the heap of rottie. "Oh man! You two know how to fill up big ol’ fatsos like me real good", he said in a voice. He sees the huge slip in Pate’s hand, one that looked longer than a yard. "Heh, just stick it my neck somewhere.", Dale commanded. Pate complied, giggling a bit as he crammed the paper in one of Dale’s many neck folds. Before Pate made his way back to Nico, he gave the dog one last embrace. “Don’t you worry, kiddo. I’ve got this place on my radar from now on”, Dale told the human as he did his best to return the hug. Pate then gave the dog’s head a good massage, making Dale lull off to a coma. Afterwards, he trudged back through the sea of fat, his every motion making him sink a little bit and the pudge around him to jiggle in waves.

"Another day, another dough ball made, right Nic?", Pate cheerfully exclaimed as he got back to Nico’s semi submerged head. "You bet!", he blurts out. Nico, with all the strength he had left, lunged forward to Pate, burying the human up to his chest in a soft blanket of seal. Nico rested his head not too far away from Pate. “You know, Ori would be having a ball if he saw you like this”, Pate told his sea of a friend. “Oh I know, I'm saving something like this for when we get some time alone, babe would really like to have all his seal to himself for once”, Nico replied. “Heh, the dude deserves it”, Pate said in agreement. For the next hour, the two enjoyed the seal's size as Dale could be heard snoring away across the room. They knew that the "juice" would wear off in an hour, but Nico would still be 200 lbs pudgier than he was normally. The only question is how were they going to get Dale out of here by tomorrow?