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Feeding

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by F3L4N

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The husky lay calmly in the boot of the car, her harness on, though it was more of a vest with how much of her body it covered. It was lucky for Sabrina that it was not all that hot of a day, considering that it could become pressing and claustrophobic when she wore it for too long, though she was not the sort of dog to worry. Panting softly, she blinked slowly and calmly, though she would have preferred to be in the back seat if she was to nap in the car. The whole family that owned her (well, in her opinion they were merely her caretakers but humans were funny like that) were in the car, however, which was just what meant that she would have to stay in the boot.

Something had been said about taking her to the V-E-T but Sabrina hadn't given them any indication, of course, as always, that she understood what that meant. They didn't want to frighten her, yet Sabrina was not the sort of dog to be frightened by things like that, even though the small confines of the vet's practice could be a little difficult for a dog like her. She was a young husky with black fur accentuated with a touch of pure white, one who would have made an excellent sled dog with all that she took in her stride, but she was smart enough to put on an act too, if only to get a few more treats from her humans.

The car rumbled to a stop and she pricked up her ears. Was it time to go? She'd have to wriggle and pull at the leash, really give them a run for their money while they took her in. Never a dull moment for her!

"Will she be okay in the boot for now?"

"Sure, of course, honey..."

The voices grew fainter.

"She's a good girl, she'll be calmer in there. Fortunately, it's cooler now. I wouldn't leave her in there if it was hot out."

So it seemed that she was to bet left there for a little while, which was just fine by her. More nap-time was always a good thing in Sabrina's mind and she laid her head down, eyelids heavy. The dog crate that she rode in for her safety was well-padded and she nosed into her favourite toy, the tip of her tail wiggling lightly back and forth, not really knowing what else to do with her time even as a very strange scent tickled at her nostrils.

"Hey... Here girl..."

She lifted her head, her attention caught. What was that? Where was that? Turning her head back and forth, she couldn't see anything in the boot with her but she did see a sliver of light around the rear lights wiggling and wobbling. That didn't make sense and she snuffled, pushing her nose curiously close to it as her tail wagged - as close as the cage would allow her to. Eventually, it popped free to reveal a gleam of the light of day and a human hand, slipping into the car and offering her something.

Her nose twitched. Was that strange smell a treat? The very, very best treat in the whole wide world that she had ever smelled? She lunged for it, her stomach growling, even though she wasn't hungry and, in a moment, it was gone, hardly chewed and slipping down her throat. Yum! Was there more? Were there any more?

The hand disappeared and reappeared a moment later as her stomach gurgled, pushing out a little at the harness, though she dismissed the thought. It was a little tight on her anyway, but maybe sneaking table scraps when she got as little exercise as she did was not the wisest of ideas. Her harness gleamed with a stripe of yellow, covering her belly, the softness of the vest teasing her fur as another treat edged towards her muzzle.

Sabrina couldn't resist it, growling as she snaffled it up, the bone-shaped treat disappearing down her throat as quick as she could blink. Oh, she wanted more of them, all the more treats, sniffling and snuffling at the edge of the crate as if she, so very hopefully, may have hoped that she missed one. More treats and more were forthcoming though, her belly gurgling and pushing out more and more with every treat that passed her lips.

"Good girl, eat up now."

Yes, yes, of course, she was. Why wouldn't she want to eat up every last one of those delicious treats? Sabrina licked her chops, staring expectantly at the hole in the back of the boot, the cage seeming a little smaller than it had been. But she was not focused enough on herself, not even in that moment, as her belly plumped out, heavier and fuller than it had been and only increasing with every treat that she gulped down.

But the husky could not stop, would not stop, whimpering and pawing at the cage until another treat was tossed in for her. She swallowed it down whole, not bothering to chew, and her belly sagged into the vest, the soft neoprene straining to contain her gut. It was not something that she understood and, so, she let it be, sniffling around hopefully for even more treats. She was just sitting funny, that was all, nothing was wrong.

Alas, it was her stomach that was to be her undoing as her belly swelled more and more, the harness tense and pulling at her fur, pressing it as flat to her body as it could possibly go. One more treat, she thought to herself, she would have one more, just the one more. One more could not do any harm even as her shoulders felt thicker than before, though she did not understand. It was hard to understand that her eating so many treats was having a much quicker effect on her than it should have been but that was all that Sabrina could keep doing.

Snaffling down treat after treat, she licked her lips, her legs thicker at the top where rolls of flesh spilt down, the vest straining furiously. She couldn't move very much but that was of no concern to her as every treat seemed to land within perfect reach of her muzzle, tongue eager to scoop them up and down her throat. Her chest felt heavy, the fur thicker there and fatter underneath, but as soon as she paused to nose curiously at her chest, a whole handful of treats was thrown in and she forgot about that entirely.

More... She had to have more. The husky ravenously devoured every treat as if she had never been fed in her life, her neck thickening above the cut of the harness with fat, though it was fortunate for her that she was not wearing a collar. Maybe though if she had been wearing one, she would have been made aware earlier that something was wrong, that something had gone awry, even. Her neck would have pushed out against the collar if she'd been wearing one and alerted her sooner but, alas, it was too late for any of that as her flesh bulged out. The back end of the car dipped and dipper as she grew heavier and heavier, though Sabrina did not notice, not even as the cage slid to the boot side, right where that hand was. All she could think of was getting the next treat into her mouth and then the next, slurping them down and barely tasting them as her hunger grew and grew.

She didn't realise at what rate she was gaining weight, that it was not natural, that it had to be the treats, something to do with the treats. She just wanted to eat and eat some more, her muzzle thickening too around the cheeks and the back of her head, although most of the weight gain was in her belly. The harness cut into her back and her new fat so viciously, however, that she had to blink and stop and look but by the time a yelp burst from her lips, scrambling and twisting in the crate to the extent that her fat, bulbous body allowed, it was far too late.

The car groaned as her weight bore down in exactly the wrong place, tipping it slightly to the side, enough that someone outside could notice. And, still, the treats kept coming, something in the husky urging her to eat them all up even though she knew that there was something wrong with the treats. They were not treats like the ones that her owners and friends gave her but something else entirely, something that made her thick and fat, unwieldy, unable to move.

Squirming, she whimpered, legs sticking out at an odd angle as, finally, the vest split down the seams, allowing her some relief as it dangled from her in tatters. It was no longer useful to her as a harness as she grew and grew, whimpering and wriggling, unable to even get her paws under her, as she ate and ate. The treats came slowly but she could almost hear her belly squeaking and straining as it bulged, a thick round dangling beneath her, pressing to the floor of the cage and lifting her off it.

There was no room to move as even the confines of the cage pressed in around her as she was fed treat after treat directly into her mouth, some part of her still wanting to scoff every last one even though she knew, in a way, that she should not, could not. It wasn't right, could not be so, yet she wanted every treat so badly that she couldn't resist, couldn't help herself a single bit. She wriggled and groaned and felt her stomach bulge out against the cage, nowhere else for her to go as she panted there, straining and pushing, though the rock of her body was weak at best. She simply did not have the strength anymore with so much weight to lug around.

The bars of the crate bent slowly where they should never have done so and she whimpered, snaking her tongue out to take one last treat into her mouth that would seal her fate. It disappeared down her throat and her belly gurgled, bulging and pushing, her sides straining out against the crate, her body squashed by it and warping the metal.

It had to break, could not hold, bursting through in flying shards of metal as she exhaled finally, wobbling on her feet, though there was no sense really in her standing as the car jolted, something screeching, breaking, giving up the ghost. It tilted under her feet at a sickening angle, sending her flopping into the inside side, nose pressed up to that hole, though there was no more forthcoming, not for her at that time. The bumper of the car rested on the ground, scraping the tarmac, but she could not find it in herself to care, not as she filled most of the boot, her weight gain, for the moment, complete, tail still wagging faintly.

She was well-fed. But Sabrina was still hungry, so hungry.

Her belly sagged and she rested on it, lying while standing, for there was so much fat rolling off her body that everything seemed difficult, moving impossible. No, all she had to do was to wait, wait for her people to return while the shredded vest dangled off her.

On the tattered harness were the words "K9 Control Unit", something her owners had bought her. Though it seemed that, now, it was Sabrina that was the one out of the control, the back end of the car wrecked by her weight as she whimpered, her belly churning and rumbling for more, always more.

By the time her humans had returned, the stranger was long gone, but she was still there with her tongue lolling out, eyes dark, begging for treats as she always did.

The feeding surely couldn't have come to an end yet...could it?