A Corpulent Husky
#1 of Story Requests
Happy Late Thanksgiving.
Request from FA
It was a quiet August evening, a red jeep pulled into a drive thru, and its wheels screeching softly as it approached a car from behind. The passenger in said jeep, Bosco, a husky who's body had seen better days. His possessed an average body type being form fitting for his t-shirt and jeans, well, almost. His mid-section had a slight curve to it; he was getting soft. Which he was, he was doing it on purpose. He saw it one day while he was browsing the internet, and as many of us had experienced it in some form or fashion, one thing lead to another and something within him clicked. He saw other furs in a different light; a more generous light. He had a desire and was going achieve it. The car in front of him went up and around the corner. Without missing a beat, Bosco pulled up and glanced at the menu before the speaker sprang to life with a screech.
"Welcome to Queen-Burger, how can we help you today?" the fur on the other side blandly.
"Could I get 2 #2's and an apple pie?" he asked, having gotten into this routine, it was starting to sound more natural with each order.
"2 #2's and an apple pie, will that be all for you?"
"Could I make the orders a large?"
"Certainty sir, you're total will be $9.82 at the first window"
"Thank you~" Bosco said as he drove up and around to the side, his belly giving a low gurgle. He handed the cashier the money and sat briefly to the cashier as she opened the sliding window again and give him his receipt; prompting him to move up again to the second window. Only waiting a few moments, a slim zebra handed him his food.
"Have a good evening!" she said trying to be cheerful in due to her job.
"You too!" he responded as he drove around the building once again and into the parking spot. Moving the clutch to P, then the lively jeep slowly died down as he turned the car off; reaching slightly to unbuckle for better comfort. The aroma of fast food filled with the smell of fast food, making the husky's mouth water. Grabbing the bag in the passenger seat, he opened up and stuck his muzzle in it; inhaling deeply for the love of fast food. Giving another low groan, Bosco grabbed a burger and began eating.
When he finished, he wiped the excess grease off of his muzzle with a nearby napkin. Bosco leaned the seat back and basked in the glory that is a full gut. He slid a paw underneath his shirt and rubbed his bloated stomach; feeling the softness of the fur mixed with the firmness that only fullness could bring. Unfortunately he had to cut it short as he looked at his phone's clock and realized he had to be back soon. Having to kick things into gear, he readjusted his seat and buckled his seatbelt firmly, turned the key and moved the clutch and drove.
The parking lot was illuminated by the jeeps headlight, parking it into a spot; he moved the clutch and killed the car. The contents of his stomach shifted as he stepped out and walked up the stair; they would eventually become a problem. He took the keys and unlocked the door, being greeted by the site of his boyfriend, Louis, lounging on their couch. Being a fellow husky like Bosco; having brown instead of black fur, and a slender body to match. Having one leg over another; casually flipping through the channels. When he saw his boyfriend his casually bored face lit up with joy.
"Hey Bosco, how was work?" Louis said as he got up to hug his boyfriend.
"You know, it was work" Bosco said as they hugged, exchanged a kiss and sat on the couch. Though Louis could taste something salty, but brushed it off.
They talked for a bit about how their day was at their respective jobs; with the husky casually bringing up dinner.
"You were a bit late so I didn't have time to make anything" Louis explained.
"That's okay, the traffic was blocked up today" he cleverly lied.
"If you want, we could order take-out, it's getting kind of late" Louis suggested.
On the inside, Bosco got a bit excited for more food, even though his had his little pig out session. "Sure, could you order? I'm gonna go use the can" he said as he tried to play it off as casually as he could.
"Sure thing, lemme go get the phone" Louis said as he got up. The huskies got up and proceeded to do what they were going to do. Everything's going smooth, and Bosco couldn't be any happier.
Quite some time has passed, and within that chunk of time had softened more, this however attracted the attention of his mate; one autumn morning, the beginning of October.
He and Louis had spent the night cuddling; he swore that his husky was thicker than he remembered. While they were getting prepared for work they got to chatting.
"Have you been getting softer?" Louis said as he combed his fur.
"Yes, I have" Bosco said bluntly.
"Why would you want to do something like that?" he asked as he outlined Bosco's stomach.
An evidence to support his claim was a popped button from not too long ago; it was a sign of his success or grossness in Louis's. What started out as curve was replaced with a larger, spare tire that pushed outward; his slight overhang stuck out like a sore thumb in most of his shirt which were starting to become ill-fitting.
"So I've been gaining a little, what's the big deal" he said as he put a hand on his stomach.
"Little? You're huge!" he melodramatically pointed out as poked Boscos stomach.
"Don't you think you're overreacting?" he said as he stood up to pull his pants up more.
"How am I overreacting; I just want you the way you were before" Louis explained, throwing on a shirt that fit his frame.
"I'm still the same husky you met" Bosco casually said as he tried on a different shirt, which to was also becoming more than snug.
"If you say so, I think you're just going through a phase" Louis said as he neared finished getting ready. Bosco sighed and finished getting ready, before the two parted ways for the day; with some last-minute words. "You'll come around" Bosco said as he threw on a jacket and left; keys in tow. He would've said goodbye to his mate, but he had more important matters to think about. Starting up his jeep and drove off.
The husky drove for a bit before hearing a low moan, for a split second, he glanced down at his belly and remembered something: he forgot to eat. Seeing a sign for a diner, Bosco made a left and entered the parking lot. Parking himself, he got out and entered the establishment. Being in the lobby he had to wait for someone to come and seat him, the smell of food and grease was faint inside the building.
"Welcome sir, table for one?" A raccoon waitress asked while greeting the customer warmly; he nodded.
"Very good, please follow me" the waitress said as he lead Bosco to a small booth for two. He thanked him and took and cracked open the menu. As one can imagine the usual breakfast staples were on the list. Though at the bottom, they were having a deal on a 'Surf-and-turf' platter. He stared at it, suggesting that the item on the list had more food than what a normal person would want; but not Bosco. Once the waitress came back for the order; pointing to the special that he wanted. The waitress was at first shocked, but almost immediately thought 'Meh'.
An hour later had passed, and a sufficient amount of food deposited into his belly. The husky emerged from the diner with a grin, though he didn't really care. Upon getting back in his jeep, he pulled the lever and leaned back in his seat. His belly prominently stuck out and firm, he reaching down and with a paw, he unbuttoned his pants and lifted his shirt up to reveal a small globe of black and white fur. He basked in the moment, idly giving a self-belly rub, his tail wagging back and forth. While basking, he earned some stares from some passerby's, he could care less about what others saw. Though while not paying attention, he didn't notice one individual approaching his jeep. Carefully, he knocked on the glass door, prompting Bosco to turn and look; when he motioned for the window to be rolled down, he did so. He sat back up and being unsure of the ferret's intentions. The ferret hesitated for a moment before he asked, "I-I couldn't help but notice..." the ferret stammered as he gently pointed down to the husky's stomach, "...you have your belly out" he continued.
"I do, that's not a crime, is it?" Bosco asked bluntly, wanting to get back to his moment.
The ferret hesitated, though he worked up the courage "C-Could I touch it?" he sheepishly asked while a blushing smile came onto his face.
Bosco sighed; though liking the attention, he would've liked it a bit more if he would've gotten to what he wanted to say. This melted with a smile, "I don't think that'll hurt" he said while offering his belly to the stranger; a curious one at that.
The ferret didn't disappoint and got straight to the point, he moved his hand off the rim of the window; reaching out to feel. He ran his slim paw across the husky's firm, soft belly. Reaching over with his other hand, he poked and prodded the stomach. Bosco leaned back slightly and let him feel it a bit more; he wasn't being harmed, but he did keep his guard up. While what seemed like longer than what it was, after a couple of minutes, having a question on his mind, he opened his mouth.
"So how does it feel?" the ferret asked curiously.
"It feels great, you can eat whatever you want. It gets soft after a while, but you're self-esteem goes up from being and getting bigger" Bosco explained as he patted his fat belly with a paw.
"And it shows. If only I had a belly of my own" the ferret said as he poked his flat, thin stomach.
"Why don't you grow one?" Bosco suggested, knowing it'd probably help the stranger.
"I never really thought about it, but I dunno..." the slim animal said as he trailed off.
"Never know until you try" The husky said as he turned the ignition on.
"H-Hey, I know this is silly, but h-here, take this." the ferret said as he quickly jotted down numbers nervously. Handing him the paper, Bosco grabbed it and placed it in his coat pocket.
"We'll see." Bosco said vaguely, deciding whether or not he'd actually call the number. Put the clutch in gear, he put the jeep in reverse and navigated his way out of the parking lot; the ferret watched on aimlessly. When the jeep was out of his line of sight, the ferret smiled stupidly, before hearing a noise coming from below, upon glancing he knew what it was; an empty belly.
The next few weeks rolled by, there was steady wedge driving the two apart, while he had no problem dealing with his mate, the other would say otherwise. While Louis was busy trying to sway and thwart the plump husky's progress, Bosco was on his end getting softer and plumper; uninhibited from the attempts. His pudgy exterior grew, and with that came some small shortcomings. For starters none of his clothes were fitting and had to go buy new ones; if only prying eyes could see some of the damage his girth had done to those clothes. The days flew by, including one that he had been excited about since he started: Halloween. Bosco usually celebrated Halloween by watching a scary movie, going to a bar or hanging out with his friends. But of course since he was actively putting on weight, this opened up plethora of candy at paws reach. Since this was a time of candy and plenty of it, he got into the 'spirit' of it and ate as he pleased. The entire month, and even after the holiday ended, since the candy was sold at a discount it seemed like he always had something in his mouth. And his washed them down with sodas, milk and his new favourite item: egg nog. This led to him packing pounds as his weight gain had spiked considerably.
As all of this was unfolding, Louis was cooking up a petty scheme to teach the potato a lesson. Although not very frequently but on small occasions, he made it abundantly clear that he wasn't going to put up with this. Mother always said: don't judge a book by his cover; did this book have over 500 pages? No matter, he would have to do something like this in a rather counter-productive way: by feeding him until he can't eat another bite.
While Bosco was busy doing things he usually did. Louis was taking cooking lessons thought to be frank, he usually wasn't the top one in the relationship, but for this he couldn't make an acceptation. Growing apart as Bosco was getting tired of Louis' intolerance with his choices as with Louis getting tired of him blowing up and not caring. Louis worked hard on this, not in fact that he cared, but more ofas going out with a bang. Hoping that this would work, he practiced while Bosco worked on getting bigger.
The day finally came, it was one that someone growing would look forward to (Aside from Christmas); Turkey day. Louis had been hard at work getting the dishes right that he would be making. After all, it's the time of year where you're allowed to indulge and eat plenty of food, Bosco thought happily, thinking of the good food. Though they were the only two there, Louis wasn't eating any of the food, Bosco will be. Though Louis was hardly one you would call bossy. He had grown tired of the overweight husky and thought nothing else other than this day. Though he wondered if Bosco could take it, thinking on his current physique, he was positive, since he was definitely right in that department, as Bosco had certainly filled out.
Since he had begun a couple of months ago, the husky's figure and weight had certainly increased. No longer was he the average, slim husky. He was the fat husky that that had nearly gained 80 pounds of pure blubber. Bosco was forced to get rid of his new-ish, Ill-fitting clothing and replaced them with ones that are much larger. All of this weight when compared to his former frame, was definitely thicker around the edges, to be quite honest, everywhere.
His once round belly had pushed out further, at half a foot it jiggled with every step he took, and relaxed on its little perch overhang being accompanied by his muffin top. It was his most prominent feature, how could it not me; besides the lovely pair of moobs on his chest and his rather squishy thighs and ass. He was fluffy more than husky; looking back on it now he doesn't regret it in the slightest.
The scene had been set. The dining area was prepped, Bosco wanted to help but Louis wouldn't let him, coming up with a callous excuse that he would only be in the way, though he easily brushed off the underlying meaning. The husky sat on the couch and channel flipped; finding a show, he sat idly as the room slowly filled with the aroma of food and baked goods. Though he loved the smell, as of late he's gotten a bit lethargic as he hit a big milestone in weight gain, other than from his usual hobbies, was finding himself becoming the tired as what he had chosen didn't catch his attention had begun the onset to falling asleep. Eventually, he fell asleep, giving the time needed for the table to be loaded.
Bosco awoke sometime later, he wasn't really sure of how much time had passed he did smell the food though and that helped him wake up a bit more. He groggily sat up and gave a stretch and yawn; causing his button-down shirt to ride up partly. As he started to come too, Bosco wiped the excess drool that one would find stereotypically from someone if they were in deep sleep; the smell of the food hit his nostrils causing him to crack a smile.
"Hey, is the..." he said as he turned around to ask, only to be greeted by the site of a table littered with food. "Food..almost.." he muttered, his voice growing silent as was getting distracted by the large amount of food and while his mouth was watering from all the good-looking food, though a thought sprang into his mind, "Wonder if I could eat all that". Off out of viewing distance, the oven door could be heard shutting following by Louis walking near the kitchen table, holding a pie with some oven mitts. He greeted him as if nothing was wrong.
"I was starting to think that we wouldn't be having a Turkey Day" he sarcastically said as he placed the pie down on an already overcrowded table.
"Yeah...wouldn't want it to go to waste" Bosco said with an annoyed tone as he turned around some more.
"Quite, I don't think it'd be right to let it get cold if you slept longer" Louis said, implying yet another cliché.
Bosco's lack of concern prompted him to get up and grab a seat. Providing good table manners, he filled his plate casually while Louis filled his. As Bosco filled his belly, he started feeling happier as he could feel his shirt tighen. It would've been too easy for him as he finished his plate; at least the food tastes good he thought to himself. Sure enough, Louis idly ate some food that was on his plate. You would have to be there to see it but the tension was thick enough for a machete. It was quiet, save for the sounds on the TV.
Casually, Bosco put down his fork and wiped his muzzle with a paper towel, having managed to eat a good portion; save for some lucky scraps here and there. Giving a hearty burp, this broke the silence as he sat there feeling content giving a glance at his tight shirt. Louis, having heard it finally looks up.
"Finished already?" he asked in the form of a smart-ass tone.
"Oh whatever makes you say that?" Bosco said, turning it back on him.
"Why don't you just eat it all?" Louis casually suggested.
Bosco shrugged, "Cause there wouldn't be any leftovers" chuckling to himself as he finished the sentence.
Louis moved his chair and got up and walked over to the other side, standing right beside him. "No, you're going to finish everything on this table" he demanded.
"Now you're suddenly interested? Make up you're mind?" Bosco said in a rather annoyed tone.
Deciding on the spot, Louis grabs a handful of mashed potato and stuffs it into Bosco's muzzle. For some strange and explicable reason, rather than choking on the potatoes; he swallows. "Ugh...don't think I'm full yet" The rotund husky said in an attempt at trying to goad him.
"I don't think you're even close to being full" Louis said, having fallen for the goad with a mocking tone, Louis grabs another glob of mashed potatoes and stuffs it into his maw. In what follows next is a true display of Thanksgiving pride; proceeds to force feed him an honest thanksgiving meal.
The pink and white husky began to grab a dish and started feeding the large husky. Loving the food, even though he was getting a bit too full for comfort; he could handle it, purposely being trapped until this was all done. As Louis forced Bosco to down one dish after another, the fat huskies stomach began to bulging out further. With every swallow going down into an overstuffed compartment known as his stomach, the pressure around his stomach grew. Naturally the battle of the bulge decided the clear victor, each button giving way like machine gun fire. Unleashing the floodgate of white dome of fat and food; leaving the remains of a fashion malfunction. Which of course, followed with Louis's taunting's of how he's as big as a blimp and insults that would offend most overweight individuals; but not Bosco. He was never really bothered by Louis' comments, as it was his life, taking them in stride for the most part; obviously making a mark. Most of those took them stride, like a badge of honour and commitment; something sadly that could be said about his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
"Crap, I ran out of food! I need more food!" Louis exclaimed as he had ran out food to feed him. Bosco chucking privately as he was the one obsessed with food and not him.
Searching around, Louis' paws covered in grease and filling, searched frantically for something to feed him. He had whipped himself into some frenzy of pettiness and dislike. While Bosco was happy to oblige, having his muzzle and chest covered in grease, pie filling and other substances. "A-ha!" Louis said as he pulled out a gallon of eggnog; which he was surprised because he didn't know they made them in those sizes, fishing once again briefly before finding a funnel.
Bosco, having been blindsided by a funnel being shoved into his mouth, props his head up with the support of his ever-so-loving boyfriend. With a flick, the cap flies off. Bosco could feel the thickness of the rich drink enter and leave into his stomach. His already full stomach began inflating, what followed soon after was a muffled pop, indicating that his pants button broke. Bosco whined and moaned in a mixture of pure ecstasy and pain as he felt like he could explode at any moment. Unfortunately, the eggnog-mill ran dry, deserving of a good few shakes before chucking the plastic aside. Louis wiped his paws off on Bosco's large belly. In which in some respect looked like a Buddha statue, save for a larger belly.
Louis gave a smirk in the satisfaction in what he had done, taking the funnel out. On the other hand, Bosco whimpered and whined of is balloon status. Standing before the fat ass of a husky, he admired the few before taunting him further.
"So fatty, you had enough?"
In response, Bosco burped rather loudly; slightly disgusting the pink husky. "I didn't think you had it in you..." he said as he chuckled.
"What are you talking about?" he inquired as he started to come off his self-inflicted stupor.
"Easy. I'm fat, and you fed me." Bosco said as he propped his head up, smiling ear-to-ear.
It took a moment for Louis to let it sink in, then realizing what Bosco made him do. "Wha- What the hell?!" he exclaimed.
He laughed, though this caused some discomfort as his large gut gurgled. "Oof, might've eaten too much" Bosco said in a slightly worried tone, rubbing his blimp of a stomach.
Louis glared at Bosco before exclaiming, "Oh, what the fu-"
THE END!
HAPPY LATE-THANKSGIVING!