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"But mo-om!" Kazan groaned, "We can handle ourselves at home!"

"Yeah! We don't need a babysitter anymore!" Deklan begged.

Their parents had been invited to a short vacation with a few of their father's colleagues. However, given the nature of the outing, they couldn't bring the pups along and decided to leave them in the care of a friend gracious enough to look after them while they were gone.

"No more buts, you two!" their mother snapped, turning around in the front passenger seat to face them, "Your father and I have already made up our minds: you two are staying with Luke until we get back."

The boys crossed their doughy arms, avoided their mother's gaze, and grumbled back loudly, pouting and expressing their discontent toward the older wolves. Being as young as they were, they naively believed they could take care of themselves for five days. Until their parents brought up the idea of being babysat at someone else's house, they eagerly looked forward to staying home alone and stuffing their fat faces without supervision. Unfortunately, they were informed of the impromptu decision only hours ago and were already packed and on their way to Luke's home. Among the things they each packed into their suitcases, Kazan and Deklan were bewildered when they were instructed to include a large assortment of various winter clothing - especially considering they were currently in the dead of summer and dressed in as little as a t-shirt and a pair of tight cargo shorts. Whenever asked why, their parents always shrugged the question off and changed the subject, simply telling them to be polite and go along with whatever their caretaker told them.

After some ten minutes of questionable driving, they arrived at Luke's home and were dropped off with a quick kiss goodbye from both parents before watching the car speed off for the airport. Now stranded and left with no other choice, Kazan sighed and hauled his suitcase to the front door. Ringing the bell, he patiently waited with his brother in the hot afternoon sun as they heard a few thunderous footfalls make their way to the door.

"Who knows, Kaz," Deklan flicked his tail and gave the wolf an optimistic nudge, "Maybe this Luke guy is cool!"

Kazan tried to brighten up at the thought, wondering just who this person might be. They've never met or heard anything about Luke in the past, but their parents have seen him on multiple occasions while out on their evening strolls and have grown quite close to him. Before the wolf could comment, the door clicked and opened to reveal what was possibly the largest person the brothers have ever seen. Towering over three feet above the pudgy pups was an enormously obese Dragonite occupying the entirety of the particularly wide doorway. He wore a pair of thick brown snow pants that clung to his massively swollen thighs like a second skin and a matching, excessively fluffy hoodie that failed to even come close to covering the lower half of his sagging stomach. Looking down at his guests with an inviting smile on his cherubic face, Luke couldn't help but chortle at their astonished faces.

Kazan and Deklan's jaws dropped at the sight of the Dragonite's immense gut hanging out from under his hoodie. In comparison, the already-overweight cubs looked positively skinny in front of him! It was clear he had quite the appetite, but what they didn't know was that he knew the same thing about them and was planning on seeing just how much food he could get them to stomach. Craning their necks to see their host's face, they gave him a timid wave.

"Hiya!" Luke cheerfully greeted them, "You two must be Kazan and Deklan, come on in!" He got out of the way and ushered them inside.

"Uh... H-hi, mister...?" Kazan stuttered and blanked on his name as they carried their things through the door. Taking a good look around Luke's home, they noticed a lot of objects seemed bigger than usual, no doubt to accommodate for his species' naturally larger stature. Everything from the furniture to the hallways was all considerably taller or wider to properly fit the behemoth's proportions.

"You can just call me Luke," he chuckled, closing the door and leading them through the house, "I hope you two don't mind spending the next few days with me while your parents are out doing their own grownup things!"

"Oh, no! N-not at all!" the culpeo replied, still too distracted by Luke's size to remember Kazan's and his initial disappointment. Following behind the portly Dragonite, Deklan playfully jabbed at his brother's squishy side and whispered, "See? I told you he might be cool!"

Luke turned a corner and opened a door. "Here we are; this is the guest room! Sorry there's only one bed," he scratched one of the rolls behind his neck, "But it should be big enough for the two of you." Kazan and Deklan dropped off their suitcases by the closet and explored their temporary sleeping quarters, gawking at how, like the rest of the house, everything was just so big. "I'll leave you two to get settled in," Luke said, turning on his heels, "If you guys need anything, just give me holler! I'll get started on dinner in a little bit." Just as he was about to leave, he paused to consider taking them along on one of his daily jogs but decided against it to give them some time as a move-in period.

"Okay!" they replied in unison, flopping onto the plush bed as the Dragonite closed the door.

While there was only one bed, it was a massive king-sized mattress that had more than enough space for the brothers to share and allowed each of them far more room than the small twin-sized ones they were used to. A few feet in front of the bed were some hardwood drawers for their clothes, but they didn't plan on using them for such a short stay, preferring to leave all their belongings in their suitcases. Above the drawers was a large flat screen TV, perfect for the game console the pups brought with them; they were eager to get started on a new video game they got the day before. On either side of the bed were two nightstands and a couple more drawers. Finally, in the corner of the room, there was a plain desk with an office chair and a few books.

"I told you!" Deklan repeated, wagging his tail and spreading his arms apart, "He's huge! Did you see the size of his -"

Kazan grabbed the culpeo's muzzle shut, afraid their host may have heard him. "Dek! Shut up!" he cried in a hushed tone, "We don't know if he likes it or not!"

Deklan frowned and lowered his ears before whispering back, "Aw... Well, we can find out can't we? I mean, he's gotta have a ton of food around to get that big, right?"

The wolf tapped his chin in thought, a smirk briefly forming on his face. "I guess... But we should unpack first," he suggested, hopping off the bed and opening his suitcase. Deklan nodded and joined him, but there wasn't much for them to unpack. After expertly hooking up their game console to the TV, they turned their attention to the winter clothes they were so oddly told to bring. Kazan held out the heaviest article he brought with a quizzical expression on his face; it was a navy bubble coat that matched his fur and had a thick hood with a generous layer of fluff lining the edge. He hadn't worn it since January and there was no doubt it was getting too small for him - especially after all the extra weight he's been putting on. "Dek, do you have any idea why Luke wanted us to bring these?" he asked.

The culpeo dug out his own bubble coat, similar but of a dark red color, and shrugged, "No idea, but I don't get how he isn't dying in the clothes he's wearing right now..." He threw the coat into a corner and found the rest of his severely out-of-season apparel, tossing those aside as well.

Kazan did the same and wondered why the Dragonite was dressed so warmly, "He can't really expect us to wear all this can he? It's gotta be like, eighty degrees outside!" It was actually closer to ninety, but that didn't change a thing - it was still far too hot for such clothing. With all their winter gear in a messy heap on the floor, they left their normal clothes in their suitcases and excitedly booted up the game console. Each grabbing a controller, the chubby cubs clambered back on top of the oversized bed and spent the rest of the afternoon playing their new video game together.

---

A few hours passed as Kazan and Deklan lost track of time. Some light knocking made their ears twitch and stirred them from their video game-induced stupor. Pausing just as Luke popped inside, they were greeted by the enticing scent of fried grease flowing in from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready! You boys must be starving!" he smirked.

The pups were so distracted they didn't even realize how hungry they'd gotten until their tummies let out a loud gurgle. "Mm..." Kazan sniffed the air, feeling his mouth start to water, and tugged on his brother's shirt, "C'mon, Dek! Let's eat!" Wagging their tails excitedly, they quickly saved their progress and sprung off the bed toward the kitchen but were quickly stopped by the Dragonite.

"Whoa, whoa - hold on you two," Luke blocked their path with his wide rear, eyeing the pile of coats and jackets and whatnot on the ground, "Before either of you can eat, you're gonna have to put on some more clothes."

Kazan and Deklan stared at him in disbelief, wondering if he was kidding or not. "But it's the middle of summer! It's hot enough as it is in a t-shirt and shorts!" Deklan finally spoke up and gestured to his outfit.

"No, no, no," Luke shook his head with a stern look, "Your parents would kill me if I let you two catch a cold! Now come on, neither of you are eating until you're all dressed up." It was implied that they were expected to wear every single extra layer they brought with them.

The wolf blinked in disbelief and looked the Dragonite over, noticing all the extra layers he was wearing himself, and grumbled softly as he trudged toward the heap of unnecessary clothing. The culpeo recalled their mother's words and begrudgingly relented out of hunger before following Kazan's lead and digging through the pile to separate their things.

On top of his plain t-shirt, Kazan reluctantly put on a sweater, a hoodie, a second heavier hoodie, and his bubble coat - all of which were uncomfortably tight and barely covered his bulging middle, which had grown significantly since the last time he wore them. Over his shorts, he pulled on a heavy pair of elastic snow pants and snow boots. Finally, he threw a scarf around his thick neck before turning to find that Deklan wasn't faring any better despite having brought one less jacket. With the cubs wearing more than they ever had before, even in the winter, they were already sweating and panting in the merciless summer heat. While Luke expressed his silent approval, their frustration was only rivaled by the emptiness in their stomachs as they awkwardly waddled off to the kitchen in the restrictive layers.

As soon as they laid eyes on their dinner, however, the brothers seemed to forget their discomfort and made a mad dash for the table. As expected, the table was much larger than normal and, as a result, much taller as well. In order to accommodate for them, Luke was thoughtful enough to replace two of the off-sized chairs with an old pair of taller ones so they could reach the food more easily. Quickly climbing up and seating themselves, the overweight pups ignored the chairs' ominous creaking and couldn't help but salivate at all the deliciously deep fried goodies before them. Countless gooey mozzarella sticks, dozens of extra-crispy chicken pieces, and a small mountain of French fries, all cooked to golden-brown perfection, simply sat on the table, waiting to be consumed by the hungry houseguests. Kazan and Deklan had never seen so much fried food in one place and gave the Dragonite a dumbfounded expression. He only replied with a knowing grin and nodded; it was clear everyone was on the same page. Without giving a second thought, all three of them greedily dug into the grease-laden meal, staining their paws with oil as they crammed morsel after fatty morsel into their swelling bellies.

Only half an hour later, the entire table was cleared of food and all that remained were a few crumbs, a large heap of chicken bones, and some globs of mozzarella here and there. Figuring it was time for dessert, Luke briefly excused himself to retrieve an enormous triple chocolate layer cake, easily more than a foot in diameter, and cut it into thirds. Once a piece was placed in front of everyone, they all tore into the rich confection as if they hadn't eaten all day, messily smearing chocolate icing around their muzzles.

The entire cake was demolished in five minutes flat. The cubs belched and reclined back into their seats, causing them to creak even louder than they previously did, before giving their distended tummies a content rub through the extra clothes they were wearing. Speaking of which, all those jackets and sweaters now failed to completely cover their bulging midsections, exposing an inch or two of fluff sagging over their waistbands. Despite the sheer volume of food the three of them devoured, Luke still underestimated his guests' capacity - being an 800-pound dragon eating with them didn't help - as Kazan and Deklan still had room to spare. They weren't stuffed to bursting like they would've preferred, but they were still pleasantly full. Taking notice, the Dragonite decided now would be a good time to bring up their incredible appetites.

"Your parents definitely weren't exaggerating when they warned me about your appetites!" Luke exclaimed, "I didn't expect you guys to keep up so well!"

The brothers smiled proudly at the complement and gave their guts a hefty pat. "Mom and dad don't let us eat like this very much, but we can still stomach more!" Deklan bragged.

"I can see that!" their host chuckled and leaned forward with an interested smirk. "Just out of curiosity, what is it about being..." he carefully weighed his words before motioning to his extensive frame, "Heavy... that you boys like so much?"

The canines dropped their ears a bit, having forgotten why they originally chose to indulge in a larger lifestyle. Kazan rested his flabby chin on a paw and tried to recall what started their desire to grow bigger but came up with nothing. He turned to Deklan for help; unfortunately, he couldn't remember either. "I dunno..." the wolf thought hard to justify their weight gain. "I guess... I just like how being fat feels," he cracked a gentle smile as he reached around his waist, fondling his doughy love handles, "It's all soft and warm... It just feels nice."

Deklan perked up at his brother's reasoning, agreeing with everything Kazan said. He subconsciously tried to grab at his bloated middle but was intercepted by the ridiculous amount of clothes they were wearing. Flicking an ear in annoyance, he silently growled to himself and sat back up before pointing it out. "Luke? Why do we have to wear so much clothes?" he asked, clearly vexed. Kazan was taken aback and would've kicked the culpeo under the table if he wasn't just as irritated.

"Well..." the Dragonite frowned, "I'm cold-blooded, so I'm afraid of the cold and..." he twiddled his fingers sheepishly, "I don't want you to freeze!"

With their jaws hanging slack, Kazan and Deklan were confused beyond words. It took a few seconds before Deklan finally broke the silence, "But it's so hot outside! How on earth could anything possibly freeze?"

Luke struggled to articulate himself but suddenly grinned as he settled on a proposition instead, "How about this? If you two keep all that clothes on while you're here, I'll make sure to stuff both of you extra full whenever we eat."

The greedy pups instantly lit up at the offer, unable to resist the temptation of more food. Nervously glancing at each other, they were uncertain if it was worth wearing the torturous amount clothing all day. However, as if reading the other's minds, both quickly agreed and gave the Dragonite and enthusiastic nod, "Deal!"

---

Over the next three days, Kazan and Deklan endured their hot, sweaty end of the proposal as Luke remained true to his own, gladly ensuring that both of them were always stuffed to their absolute capacity by the end of a meal. Every morning, they woke up to the sweet and savory smells of breakfast wafting into their room. Twitching their noses in anticipation, they excitedly jumped out of bed and bounded for the kitchen, seating themselves in front of two oversized jugs of milk and several massive platters filled to the brim with the most mouthwatering breakfast foods they've ever tasted: buttery scrambled eggs seasoned to perfection, sausages bursting with subtly spiced juices, thick slices of maple-glazed bacon, crispy hashed browns smothered in gooey cheese, and fluffy mixed berry buttermilk pancakes doused in rich syrup. They ruthlessly crammed forkful after forkful of food down their hungering maws, swelling their tummies further and further out with each heavy swallow until all the plates were cleared and they were thoroughly stuffed.

By the time breakfast was finished, lunch was already prepared. Although, it was more of a dessert course than an actual lunch as it consisted of a large pie for each of the bloated cubs, freshly baked and cooled while they devoured their breakfast. Licking their lips, they eagerly tucked into the saccharine pastries, blatantly stretching their domelike midsections to the limit. With both breakfast and lunch completely obliterated, Kazan and Deklan limped back to their room, clutching their enormously swollen guts, and flopped onto their bed, easily drifting to sleep as they reveled in the itis.

Waking from their food coma several hours later, the chubby pups had digested much of the morning's feast and were subsequently dragged along Luke's daily jogs around the block. Of course, the only way he could get them to come was with the prospect of more food, so he offered to take them to their favorite all-you-can-eat buffet in exchange for the grueling activity. Before the boys could even start jogging, they were already panting and practically melting in their thick layers under the hot summer sun. Fortunately, they hardly survived a couple blocks before calling it quits, their grossly overweight bodies far too out of shape to last any longer.

After stumbling back to the dragon's home, exhausted and drenched in sweat, they were taken out to dinner, just as Luke promised, where they could glut themselves into another food coma while their appetites were fiercely reinvigorated from the intense bout of exercise. Stepping into the establishment, Luke quickly paid for their dinners and found themselves a table while Kazan and Deklan raced off for the buffet. They returned shortly with trays nearly overflowing with plates upon plates of various fatty foods ranging from barbecue ribs dripping with sauce to heavy creamy pastas to generous slabs of juicy steak.

The first round was downed in no time at all and they soon went for seconds and thirds. It wasn't until they cleared their fourth tray were they satisfied. At this point, their abdomens stuck out several inches passed their puffy chests and caused their undersized clothes to ride up the vast expanse of the globular masses that were their guts. Even with the lower half of their bellies shamelessly exposed to everyone around them, the greedy brothers were always eager to test each other and went for fifths before finally moving onto dessert. After piling numerous assorted cakes, ice creams, and gelatins onto their trays, they unceremoniously shoved each and every one of them into their muzzles, hardly chewing before swallowing and sending them down to their monstrously engorged middles.

With their stomachs stuffed to bursting and the buffet's staff stunned speechless, Kazan and Deklan barely managed to wobble back to Luke's car, literally hefting the massive balls of tortured flesh in their paws. Weakly crawling into the backseat, they quickly nodded off to the staggeringly painful yet immensely satisfying sensation of being packed so impossibly tight with food, knowing they would wake up the next day and do it all over again.

This cycle of gorging without restraint and falling asleep immediately after soon became routine for the overfed pups. With each meal pushing their guts to new limits, they were able to eat more and more with every passing day which, in turn, caused their plump figures to billow out exponentially with fat - faster than they ever had before. As a result, they grew increasingly lethargic and their daily jogs became even more fruitless than they already were. The exercise was reduced to a short spurt of awkward speed-waddling that covered less distance each day until they couldn't even make it to the end of the block without winding themselves. It wasn't long before their weight became so great that Deklan's rickety old chair collapsed beneath him while they were eating and sent the poor culpeo crashing to the ground, jiggling in a heap of splintered wood. Fortunately, he was unharmed and everyone got a good laugh out of it.

By the fourth day, their straining clothes no longer came close to containing their rapidly expanding forms, even on an empty stomach. Luke anxiously took advantage of the situation and took them shopping for new ones as a "reward for eating so well," replacing each skintight layer with another that was two or three sizes larger. Of course, he went overboard and purchased them both an extra sweater too. He also got them matching aviator hats and bandanas to wear as early parting gifts - a red bandana for Kazan and a blue one for Deklan.

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Stirring from a midday nap after their biggest meal yet, Kazan and Deklan let out a long yawn as they stretched their unwieldy frames and lazily rolled out of bed, reluctant to go jogging one last time. They opened the door to their room but yipped in surprise when they were immediately greeted by Luke's happy face.

"Oh!" he hopped back, somewhat startled as well, "Perfect timing!"

"We'll be ready in a little bit, Luke" Kazan mumbled, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

The Dragonite lightly shook his head and smiled, "Oh no, we're not jogging today. Since tonight is our last night together, I thought we could just skip it and go out for dinner a bit early!"

The cubs perked up at the news, relieved they wouldn't have to exert themselves further. "Awesome!" they exclaimed and eagerly followed him to his car. However, while they thought they were going to the buffet, as usual, Luke had other things in mind and took an unfamiliar turn.

"Um... Luke?" Deklan asked, "The buffet is that way..." He pointed a claw in the opposite direction.

The Dragonite chuckled, "We're not going to the buffet tonight. We're going somewhere a little more special." He gave the culpeo a wink through the rearview mirror.

Kazan and Deklan cocked their heads but remained quiet and looked out the window, intently going through all the local eateries they knew of in their minds. While they were so caught up in trying to figure out where he might be taking them, they failed to notice when the car parked outside of a peculiarly vibrant building.

"We're here!" Luke snapped them out of their trance.

Gasping in shock, the boys stepped outside and stared at the "restaurant's" storefront, taking in the ice cream parlor's eye-catching, although slightly gaudy, entrance. Its windows were decorated with images of ice cream prepared in every imaginable way including sandwiches, popsicles, sundaes, drumsticks, soft-serve, and more. The decals displayed all sorts of different, brightly-colored flavors and were enlarged to gigantic sizes to show off every last sprinkle, nut, drizzle, and so on in immaculate detail and, perhaps, to suggest something else about the establishment as well. Directly overhead, in big lively letters, was the store's name followed by the words "Every fat kid's dream come true!" and the giggling face of a chubby polar bear cub.

The pups' pudgy faces lit up with ecstatic delight, beaming and grinning mischievously at the company's motto. They've been begging their parents for weeks to take them to the newly-opened family-run restaurant but were turned down every time with petty reasons. Now that they were finally here, with Luke no less, Kazan and Deklan rushed inside, positively giddy with excitement as they drooled at the countless flavors on display, and urged the Dragonite to hurry up. He chuckled and did his best to catch up, smiling at their happiness. Little did they know, he had another surprise prepared for them.

Luke shivered a bit upon reaching the front desk but did his best to withstand it, the entire building being kept cold by the frigid air conditioning so the ice cream wouldn't melt. In contrast, this came as a welcomed and long-awaited change in climate for Kazan and Deklan. After spending the past five days bundled up in layer upon layer of extra clothes and sweating profusely in the relentless summer heat, the icy draft elicited a long sigh of relief from the brothers as a sprightly young polar bear bounced toward them. Judging by his generous paunch and doughy features, it was clear he'd indulged in more than his fair share of his family's product.

"Hi! Welcome to Tubby Cub's Creamery!" he greeted cheerfully, "Table for three?"

"Actually, I have a reservation for Luke?" the Dragonite politely corrected him.

"Oh!" the ursine squeezed behind the desk and tapped away at the computer, "Ah, yes! You have the back room reserved. Please follow me!" He smirked and stepped back out with some difficulty before leading the guests down a short hallway and into a secluded room, the spoiled houseguests' minds racing with bewildered enthusiasm.

"Woah!" the boys' jaws hit the floor, their muzzles beginning to water uncontrollably while Luke gave a hearty chortle. It was at this point they realized this wasn't any ordinary ice cream parlor; it was an all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet! The only difference between this private space and the front-of-the-house was that this was completely self-served. On the back wall were five soft serve machines, each containing three flavors, and bordering the side walls were two arrays of freezers, all lined up side-by-side, with ten one-gallon tubs per freezer and three freezers per wall. Adding it all up came to a whopping total of seventy-five flavors in the comparatively small room, running the gamut from plain vanilla to pistachio to cookies and cream to chunky peanut butter marshmallow. Furthermore, on the last wall were two long tables, one on either side of the door, filled to the brim with an assortment of cones and every single ice cream topping and condiment a child could imagine, including countless different sprinkles, diced fruit, nuts, candies, cookie crumbs, and syrupy sauces. In the middle of the room, there was a rectangular table large enough to seat ten furs, implying this room was meant for private parties, and on top were a stack of oversized bowls and a handful of spoons.

Kazan and Deklan were so preoccupied gawking at all the ice cream, they didn't even notice the bear leave. Wiping the drool off their muzzles, they immediately grabbed two spoons and dashed to opposite sides, making their way around the freezers, systematically "sampling" everything they could get their paws on and taking mental notes of their favorites while Luke wandered about, eating at his own pace. Once they both finished lapping the room, they eagerly set to work on putting together the most absurdly extravagant sundaes they could dream of. Each grabbing a bowl, they giddily scampered back and forth, placing two whole bananas in both their dishes before dropping in several scoops of their favorite ice creams. Once their bowls were overflowing with the frozen treats, they carelessly sprinkled on various toppings and drenched them all in a sloppy conglomeration of thick gooey dessert sauces, comically finishing off their masterpieces with a single cherry.

Setting the hefty bowls on the table, they voraciously tucked into their creations. They crammed spoonful after spoonful of their sugary concoctions between their ravenous jaws at an alarming rate, carelessly smearing the ice cream all over their snouts and paws. As if they were immune to brain freeze, the butterball pups downed their first sundaes in minutes and subsequently got a high off the sudden influx of sugar. They quickly rushed off to make another... and another... and another until they lost count and their bellies had bloated out into large, sloshing globes of fur.

An hour later, they had long since depleted their favorite flavors and several of their less-favorite flavors as well. The toppings weren't neatly separated into their individual containers anymore but rather reduced to a paltry pile of crumbs mixed together into a disheveled amalgam. Even the chocolate, caramel, butterscotch, and strawberry sauce dispensers were all pumped dry. After a loud messy belch and a sigh of satisfaction, Kazan and Deklan lied back into their seats, giving their rock-hard tummies an affectionate pat with their sticky sausage-like paws. Despite their clothes being brand new and a few sizes larger than before, they still rode up the immense curvature of their massively swollen midsections and blatantly brought the tortured, drum-tight fur to light.

Just as they were about to crash, the wolf spotted the soft-serve machines in the corner of his eye - they have yet to touch them all night. Shaking his head awake, he gave his brother a rough nudge to get his attention and lazily pointed a claw at the back wall. The culpeo mumbled some gibberish in complaint but turned to see what Kazan was pointing at and shot his eyes wide-open. Now virtually drunken on ice cream, the two of them clambered to their feet and stumbled over to the soft serve machines, doubling over in pain from their agonizingly distended middles yet still hungry for more. Upon closer inspection, they spotted a specialized hose hanging over the levers of every machine and gave each other a wicked smirk. Taking one each, they shoved one end over the nozzles closest to them, their senses too muddled to care what flavor it was, and stuck the other end into their muzzles. The heedless cubs nodded sleepily and pulled the levers leading to their hoses. As soon as the first drop of ice cream slid across their tongues, they slumped back against the machines and slowly collapsed onto the ground, lethargically rubbing their grossly inflated guts in wide arcs as they allowed the saccharine liquid to ooze itself down their gullets without even having to chew. With their eyes glazed over and a huge sloppy grin plastered on their faces, they soon lost consciousness as they sucked the soft serve barren, steadily swelling themselves to impossible proportions until the enormous balls of cream-filled flesh were stretched pink.

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The next thing Kazan and Deklan knew, they woke up in bed the next morning, sluggishly shifting around beneath the sheets. Without opening their eyes, they carefully pawed over their own bodies, taking in every new detail they could find. Their puffy faces were markedly chubbier, their stumpy necks grew a touch thicker, their fat-swaddled limbs bloated considerably chunkier, and their flabby chests sagged undoubtedly lower. Finally, the rapacious gluttons drew the courage to reach over their expansive bellies, afraid of what little they could remember of the previous night. To their relief, their stomachs were no longer prone to exploding, but the binge was, by no means, fully digested. Instead, they were replaced by significantly rounder, softer, and heavier paunches. With their frames bulging fatter than ever before, they gently groped over each new roll their hard work rewarded them with, no matter how small or insignificant, and murred softly in euphoric bliss.

Some fifteen minutes later, they were rudely interrupted when the doorbell echoed through the house. Blinking their eyes open, they realized this was the end of their stay with Luke and groggily rolled out of bed - they couldn't simply sit up without substantial effort anymore - to pack their things. Once all their clothes were clumsily crammed back into their suitcases, including the new ones their host had so kindly bought them, they waddled out of their room to find Luke chatting with two familiar wolves by the front door. The boys happily ran up to greet their parents in a squishy embrace, the older canines wincing slightly at their pups' noticeably pudgier features. Giving the Dragonite a tight hug goodbye, Kazan and Deklan thanked him profusely and said their farewells before climbing into the car by the curb, begging their parents to let them stay with Luke again in the future.