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Russ knew that he needed to celebrate. He had just gotten a large promotion at work, and he felt that he had earned a big meal and a chance to really treat himself with such an increase in salary. He had worked hard, in fact, so hard that he had lost a few pounds as a result of the late nights and many hours of overtime he had built up. Thusly, the German Shepherd felt as though he had earned a little more of a treat that what he would usually give himself on the weekends. This was his chance to really let loose, and he was going to take full advantage of it. He loved his food, and felt a good gorge would be the perfect way to get back those few missing pounds and really treat himself. He had looked forward to this weekend and the impending meal that he was going to stuff himself with for days now. He had researched his restaurants, tossed the cost of the meal out the window, and settled on a restaurant he had meant to try several times over and just could never justify. Tonight was going to be different, though, so as the canine approached the door to the eatery, he licked his lips hungrily before thrusting open the door and being bowled over by the scents which raced outside to meet him.

Simply called 'Hogs,' the restaurant had a reputation of large portions and decadent food. The scents of steak, burgers, bacon, pork, and various other meats gave that away nigh instantly as Russ inhaled and then shuddered from the sheer heaven that raced into his nose. Priced on the rather high end, the restaurant was also known for a very exclusive clientele, a fact which was not lost on Russ. Granted, he had worn his work attire to the eatery, a button-down white shirt, and tan slacks, but he figured that would be at least good enough for the restaurant. Sadly, as Russ opened his eyes again after taking in the revelry of the scents which had washed over him, the canine nigh instantly felt underdressed. Not to say that he was, but upon seeing the myriad of suit jackets and ties spread throughout the small dining area, he felt as though he was walking into a place which he didn't belong. The canine shook his head though to get those thoughts out of it; his money was just as good as those around him, and he was here to celebrate! On he walked with that thought in mind, striding confidently up to the maître-de and smiling as he stood before the large podium.

"Reservation?" Came the deep voice of the imposing rhinoceros behind the stand. Clad in a pinstripe suit that looked to have fit him a few dozen pounds ago, the tall and downright fat rhino looked down at Russ with a small amount of disdain. The restaurant did only take reservations after all, and those were weeks in advance; Russ thankfully was able to get in on just a few days notice as luck had allowed him to call mere moments after a cancellation.

"Yup! It'll be under Russ Oakridge," the German Shepherd replied, his tail swishing behind him with glee as more of those scents wafted over him. Little chatter was reaching the canine's ears as well, more the sounds of chewing and slurping; further evidence of unfathomably good meals. Russ even heard a rather uproarious belch as the rhino looked for his name, pinning his ears back lightly but still wagging his bushy tail with glee; such a show of gluttony in a posh place like this was unheard of unless the food was stellar. He could hardly contain himself, and it came as no surprise that his excitement drowned out the rhino's baritone voice the first time he called his name.

"Mr. Oakridge?" the voice came a second time, snapping Russ back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Please follow me, your private booth is this way." With that, the rhino pulled a single sheet of paper from a stand next to him and began to walk with the German Shepherd in tow. As they walked, Russ took the time to look at the food and furs around him. Not a single waistline was even anywhere near thin, and some were even a foot or two past fat, another good sign to Russ. Undone belts, popped buttons, and straining shirts were adorned by nearly every patron, and with one look at the plates before them, it was easy to see why. Each and every dish looked more like a platter than a single serving at anywhere the canine had been before, and the food seemed to just barely fit onto those platters. Whole chickens, slabs of pork or beef, burgers that looked to be larger than most heads, and heaping piles of sides were on every single plate in various states of consumption. One very rotund polar bear, so large in fact that Russ saw he needed two chairs to support his colossal girth, had two of these platters in front of him and was just shoveling food down as though he were at a buffet. It was a sight that made the canine beam, his tail wagging even faster as he continued to follow the rhinoceros to a curtain towards the back of the main area.

Brushing past the curtain, there were a few blocked off rooms that looked to be private entertaining areas. Each was hidden behind its own curtain, and as Russ walked past a couple of them, he heard even louder and more gluttonous sounds coming from them. A few moans of fullness and grunts of consumption reached his perked up ears, and the canine just about shuddered again at the thought of getting to taste such decadence in a short time. He loved his food, and the sight of so many enjoying their food as much was no small excitement for the canine. The smells in that back area too were far stronger than the room prior as well, each a cornucopia of food; he must have been close to the kitchen. The scent of pork was near overwhelming back in that area as well, so as Russ came to a stop behind the rhino at his own private booth, the canine was nearly salivating and knew his order already; pork.

"Will anyone else be joining you this evening?" the rhino asked, looking over Russ again with the same hint of disdain in his eyes. Russ paid it no mind, however, his tail a blur behind him at that point and his fur on end with excitement and gluttonous need.

"No, just myself."

"Well, enjoy your meal then sir, Sloane will be in to take your order momentarily." With that, the rhino moved aside the curtain for Russ and allowed him into the room. The private area was quaint, leather-stitched benches with a large table laid out before him, soft music emanating from speakers somewhere in the ceiling. Deep brown stained wood and leather adorned the walls, continuing onto the floor itself as well as the ceiling. Russ looked it all over with a small amount of awe in his eyes as he entered the room, though he knew he was hardly there for the décor. He took the sheet of paper from the rhino as he entered that room, moving towards one of the bench seats before he even looked over the page. As he slid onto that plush bench, his whole frame seemingly cradled by invisible hands as he did so, the German Shepherd looked over the menu and had to keep himself from wincing at some of the prices on that menu. Each item looked beyond delicious and had a price tag to match its taste. Again though, Russ was there to celebrate, so he paid that little heed and instead looked over the menu again.

Upon seeing the option of 'The Whole Hog' on the menu, an 'all-you-will-eat' meal with any items off the menu for a set, rather high price, Russ knew just what he was getting. He set his paper down on the table before him and waited at that point, getting a chance to look around and really take in the décor. His eyes traced the wood grain, his paws stroked the leather, his nose took in the scents of the food swirling around him, and his ears continued to take in that dull, relaxing music. He felt comfortable there, so much so in fact that he barely noticed as Sloane entered the room. The stout penguin had come from the second door in the room, gently sliding through it as if on skates. Silently, he made his way over to Russ, and upon sliding up beside the spaced-out canine, he cleared his beak softly.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Quite alright, sir, do you know what you will be having this evening?" came a faintly accented reply. Russ couldn't place his finger on where accent came from, but then again, he was having trouble forming many more thoughts than eating at that point. His mind was almost in a fog, and the music... The music seemed to be getting louder as he sat there, forcing him to focus on its enrapturing melody, his stomach, and little else.

"The Whole Hog," Russ blurted out, taking both himself and the waiter slightly aback by the response.

"Very well sir, though I must warn you that it is a great dea-"

"That's fine, just start bringing out the food..." Russ interrupted, getting a nod from the penguin. By that point, the canine's speech was slurred slightly, his brain far more of a fog. Something was happening to him, but the cradling hands of his bench, the comforting atmosphere, and that music all put him at just enough ease to ignore what was going on. He just wanted the food in front of him, there for him to consume and eat and stuff himself with. It was a singular desire for the canine, one that overpowered every single facet of his being to the point of making him hardly notice the time in which there was no food in front of him. In fact, several minutes of silent nothingness seemingly passed in an instant for the starved, entranced canine, though silence was hardly the right term for it as the music in the room swelled and ebbed like waves on a seashore. Russ hardly noted that though, just staring at the table with blank eyes and waiting for food to somehow materialize in front of him.

After what seemed like both an eternity and an instant for the famished German Shepherd, food arrived. It was hardly a small portion of food either, a grand slab of pork which took up a whole platter in and of itself. Along with it came another platter of butter-drenched potatoes, and still another of a variety of greens. A tray of burgers as well joined the fray, but by the time food was really starting to cover the table before the canine, Russ was off to the races with his eating. He tried to use a fork and knife for the first bite, but by the second... Manners were all but gone for the ravenous dog. He was starved, and reverted to a more animalistic approach to his food. Picking up the slab of meat and tearing into it as though he had skipped every meal for a month, Russ barely chewed before swallowing down the large bites of food he was gorging himself on. He ate like a canine possessed, and yet Russ thought nothing of it. Instead, he just felt the need to fill something inside of himself; a cave of sorts had seemingly opened up in his middle, and he needed to cram it full of the food before him. It helped too that the food was cooked to absolute perfection, drawing moans and groans of blissful reverie from the German Shepherd as he glutted with abandon. Still, the need to savor the many flavors dancing throughout his muzzle was vastly outweighed by the need to stuff himself, and so on Russ ate.

He worked his way through the large platter of pork at a breakneck pace, and already could feel the vague fullness getting to his middle. He knew he hadn't eaten enough, though, not even close to that, in fact. Thusly, instead of slowing down his rapid eating even an iota, Russ transferred his attention to the spread of burgers laid out before him. Stacking the platter of them atop the licked-clean platter of pork, he started cramming the whole-pound patties and variety of buns and toppings into his muzzle with one paw while his free paw reached down to undo his belt and pants button. Clumsy as it was for him to eat like this, resulting in a few drips finding their way onto his pristine shirt, Russ somehow managed to pull this off. Once he was done with that, he just resumed his greedy eating with both hands. One of his mitts was working through the burgers while the other grabbed a serving ladle and was shoving large mawfuls of potatoes in down after those big bites of burger. His cheeks looked like that of a chipmunk as he glutted, constantly stuffed and overflowing as food smeared around his maw and chin. The sounds of smacking food, claws scraping on dishes, and the music coming from its ethereal speakers were all that Russ could hear as he ate, and that was more than enough for the starving canine. He still focused solely on cramming as much of the food before him into his muzzle, a focus so singular that he barely noticed that more food was being brought to the table even as he glutted. A table meant to seat twelve comfortably was covered in food from stem to stern, and a few carts were even waiting in the wings for the German Shepherd. A keg of beer had been placed beside him as well, a hose and pump sticking out of the top for him to 'enjoy' the filling feeling of the beer as well. It was a glutton's dream, and to Russ, it was just what he needed.

Eating at the pace he was had consequences for his svelte frame, and those consequences made themselves known fairly quickly. The toned middle of the German Shepherd began to bulge out with food just after the pork, and the burgers were soon beginning to push all the slack out of his clothing. His stomach was quickly going from flat to rounded out, pushing up his shirt slightly more with every bite of food that entered his packed, taut middle. Russ paid this no mind though, moving on from the burgers that he had demolished to finish off the potatoes with both paws. His middle continued to strain and stretch though, pooching out from a small ball into a gut at a glacial pace. It was putting a strain on his clothes, though, the gaps between both sides of his button-down beginning to show as he ate on and on. Pushing past just eating what he normally would even on a healthy sitting, Russ moved onto the greens as the stack of platters before him grew to four. Both paws again worked through these greens, a veritable mess of flavors forming on his mitts as he just stuffed food down his gullet with an insatiable need. His clothing was tightening more and more, too, with that need, the light gabs turning to small ovals, and then full-on straining circles as the shirt rode up to expose more and more of the tan belly that was expanding beneath it. His pants rode down as well, and somewhere in Russ's food-addled mind, he was thankful that he had taken care of that problem sooner rather than later.

Another platter, this one made up of a preposterously large steak, was devoured before the canine finally felt some of his need to feed ebbing. He was still hungry, but he no longer felt as though he was truly starved. Looking down at his stomach for the first time since he had started eating, Russ was almost stunned for a moment at the sight below that met him. A basketball-shaped gut was sitting right on his midsection now, pushing his shirt up heavily as well as spreading the buttons to very nearly their breaking point. It was a sight which he had only seen a few times after a good gorge, and one that he reveled in. Putting down the last few bites of steak before him, both of his paws went down to rub his stomach... But never made it. Instead, both went from in front of him to behind him in an instant, jerking the canine forward as his paws almost felt bound behind him. Stunned, Russ yelped in shock at the sudden development, but not as loud as the cry of shock he made as he saw the food he had just put down rise off the table. Blinking to make sure that he was seeing clearly, the canine saw what looked to be a disembodied hand raising the meat up to his muzzle. That shock turned to fear as the meat came right for his muzzle and stuffed itself in against his will. He was still hungry, sure, but he hadn't wanted to keep eating! Just what was happening to him?

"Wha-" was all that Russ managed to blurt out before another morsel of food made it's way right into his maw. The music he had been listening to before began to swell up again from the background as that food was chewed and swallowed by the canine, and again the stupor which he had been in before started to wash over him. It took only moments of continuous feeding of a platter of rolls before the canine was back to the same complacent state as before thanks to the music melting away most of his logical mind. Gone were concerns over his gluttony and any worries that food was being fed to him... In fact, Russ welcomed it now as he stopped resisting the bindings which held his arms and legs in place and instead just opened wide for the next bite of food. The hands seemed to notice this, too, as there wasn't a single bite of food brought to him for several moments. This perplexed Russ, who opened his eyes again and looked out to the table in order to see why he was being left to starve by his newfound helpers. They were holding a sandwich nearly the length of the table out before the canine and looked to be ready to force it down his throat. So ready in fact, that no sooner had Russ seen it than the sandwich began to go down into him. Large bites of the meaty, porky, delectable hoagie went right down into the canine... Though, canine was starting to become less accurate to describe Russ as the sandwich vanished.

He was changing, rapidly, into something less canine and more of a hog. His snout had shortened, forming two large nostrils and flattening on the end. A pair of small, blunted tusks also formed inside that muzzle, extending out of where the canine's canine teeth had been just moments before. His tail felt off, seeming to almost slide back into him as it narrowed and lost nearly all of its fur. His whole frame too was widening, the food which he had consumed seeming to not only digest at a breakneck pace but also multiply with every single bite of sandwich that he took. Russ was in no place to think much of this change, but he did at least notice it. His ears were shrinking and folding down, losing their pointed shape as they fell to the sides of his head. His fur wasn't thinning, but the pattern was changing to be far spottier and darker as the sandwich vanished down into him. Russ was so focused on the pulled pork goodness entering him though that this was lost on him though, the canine instead only noting the prevailing tightness that seemed to come from his shrinking attire that was beginning to rip at the seams. In fact, rip almost didn't do it justice as buttons flew across the room, and large tears formed along the sleeves of his shirt and seat of his pants. Russ was exploding outwards, changing rapidly, and didn't have a care in the world about it. No, the canine cared about one thing and one thing only in his entranced state as the sandwich which he was consuming passed through his muzzle, nearly completely inside his gluttonous confines with more burgers right behind it.

He was going to eat The Whole Hog.