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Endless hours of mindless cartoons clamored in the background, the TV's racket having faded away into distant droning. On opposite ends of the couch lay Kazan and Deklan, their heads propped up by the armrests as they lazily slept the afternoon away. Scattered around them were empty bags of chips and plastic containers that were once filled to the brim with pastries and other sugary goodies. Both clutched onto a spoon in one paw and an empty tub of ice cream in the other. Drool slowly trickled down their sticky, crumb-littered muzzles. It'd been a long day for the pups: waking up at noon, eating, playing video games, eating some more, watching TV, and... even more eating.

It was only three days into their spring break, but they had no trouble settling into this new routine as they'd already succeeded in adding a few extra pounds to their tremendously overweight frames. Their cheeks puffed out to the size of golf balls and gave the impression there was always food in them, which was a reasonable assumption; in their current posture, part of their vision would even be obscured if their eyes weren't already closed. Their meaty arms, draped with a generous layer of fat, rested heavily atop their plush domelike bellies; the soft mounds of flesh and fur were gently squished, just enough for their doughy chests to compress against their chins and hide their stocky necks. Their oversized t-shirts were unable to conceal the fluffy balls of flab as large tufts of fur peeped out from underneath and rolled over the taught waistbands of the straining pajamas that clung desperately to their swollen thighs like a second skin. Between them, their thick stumpy legs were strewn on top of each other and fought for space, dull claws idly nudging into the other's engorged middle. It was just another day in the brothers' vacation.

"Kazan! Deklan! You two better get over here right now!" The grating shout echoed through the house like thunder.

Their mother was home.

"Ack! Huh? Wha-?" they snorted, eyes darting open and limbs flailing helplessly as they crashed to the ground, landing on their empty ice cream cartons. Scrambling to their feet, they hurried to the kitchen where their mother waited. They nervously poked their heads out from behind the wall, spotting a small stack of envelopes and papers on the dining table in front of the older wolf. She was practically fuming as she sat. Never had either of them seen her so angry - angry at them, no less. She caught her cubs staring from the corner of her eye and glared back, letting out a muted growl as she lowered the page she was reading.

A short yip escaped the two as they were found and came out from their hiding spot, eyes trained on the ground and ears pinned back as they anxiously shuffled toward their mother.

"What is that?" she demanded, pointing at their paws.

"Uh...? What... Th-this...?" the culpeo stammered, quivering as he looked down, hesitantly offering her the carton which was now completely crushed from being jolted awake.

She set the paper over the others and stood, approaching the culpeo with a stern look. Kazan stepped aside and watched in fear.

Taking a few shaky step back and cornering himself to the wall, Deklan tried to explain, "It's j-just ice c-c-cream...? It was hot t-today and we -"

Before he could finish, their mother snatched the crumpled paperboard from the frightened pup. "It was hot today," she mimicked, "Have you two ever taken a look at yourselves lately?! Or are we all just so blind that your school has to do it for us?" Wrenching the carton from Kazan's paws as well, she gestured to the entirety of both their grossly bloated forms and cried, "When did this all happen?!"

Frozen with terror and unable to think straight, they frantically tried to make sense out of what she was saying. Unfortunately, words couldn't make it to their mouths and all they could do was tremble and whimper back as their mother glowered at them, waiting for an answer.

Taking a long drawn-out breath, she heaved a sigh and turned around, composing herself before padding back to her seat. Her head rested between her paws, fingers rubbing her temples in distress. A flurry of emotions raced through her mind: rage, confusion, embarrassment, and - most of all - regret. "Can you two please sit down?" she asked as calmly as she could, pointing to the chairs across the table.

The earsplitting groans of the garage made the boys flinch and drop the spoons clenched in their paws, sending them clattering on the ground. Deklan panicked and jumped behind his brother, the culpeo's wider hips making it impossible to properly hide his bulk from their mother. The door to the garage opened and their father stepped inside. With a sharp yelp, the cubs fled the kitchen, sniveling and frantically retreating to the safety of their room.

Stopping with one foot barely through the door, their father watched as they clumsily ran off, nearly tripping on their own weight. "Uh..." he turned to his mate, bewildered, "What?"

She hung her head in shame, blinking back the tears welling up in her eyes, and held a few papers out, "This came in the mail today. I sort of... exploded... at the boys..."

His brow furrowed as his face scrunched into an apprehensive grimace. Removing his coat and placing it on the back of a chair, he took the small packet, leaning on the table as he read through it. The letter was addressed directly to them and printed on official school stationery. It was personally written and signed by the principal in response to Kazan and Deklan's abysmal performance in the school's recent fitness exam, the results of which were attached for reference, and detailed their far-below-passing scores compared to national standards as well as their current, shockingly abrupt state of obesity from the previous year's records. While the two were once perfectly fit and lean pups, their bodies expanded and gushed out with fat, more than doubling their weight in under a year. The principal's concern was clearly evident and urged immediate action.

The slim wolf flipped through the enclosed results, glancing at the various graphs generated from the different tests and statistics. All of them had Kazan and Deklan in dead last with the exception of their weights, of course. Those two data points, circled in red ink, fell way beyond the 95th percentile line and would have been completely off the page if the charts weren't scaled specifically to accommodate the outliers. He squinted and traced the grid lines with a claw when his eyes shot wide-open upon realizing both Kazan and Deklan's weights well surpassed even his own. Although he was admittedly aware of his cubs' burgeoning bellies, he never gave it much thought and simply shrugged it off as a part of growing up - or out, in their case. Over time, he just didn't seem to notice the subtle day-to-day changes in their appearance.

Upstairs, the door to the boys' room cracked open as Kazan and Deklan peeked their heads outside. With the coast clear, they crawled into the hallway and strained to pick up the hushed voices from the kitchen below. Frowning with their ears pinned flat against their head, all they could hear was the grim murmur of strict diet and exercise. Controlled and severely reduced portion sizes, an overabundance of steamed veggies, no dessert, no snacks, and daily physical activity were among the plans they managed to catch. As if all this wasn't enough, the suggestion of even locking both the fridge and the pantry soon reached their ears as well. Not only did their parents intend on imposing such harsh rules, they also didn't trust the poor pups to follow them while home alone. Depressed and completely disheartened, they trudged back to their room and shut the door.

Despite the fact it was a miracle their weight gain went overlooked for as long as it did, it devastated the two to hear the overindulgent lifestyle they'd grown so attached to was being put to an end. To make matters worse, their sagging guts had to remind them it was dinnertime, only rubbing salt in the wound. Even though it'd just been an hour or two since they polished off their ice cream, their insatiable stomachs already demanded to be fed again. Unfortunately, the fear of confronting the adults for food left them with no choice but to remain cowering in their room, huddled together on the floor and whining as their bodies groaned for more sustenance.

It was only a matter of time before a quiet knocking roused them from their sulking. The door crept open to reveal their father, solemn yet tender, standing in the doorway. Raising their somber gaze from the carpet, Kazan and Deklan met the older wolf's face but quickly looked away, feebly avoiding eye contact. In that brief moment, their father caught his cubs' teary eyes and felt a gut-wrenching tug at his heart. He stepped inside and sat in front of the boys, taking the time to finally get a good look at how they've grown... how their enormous frames dwarfed his own... how their explosive weight gain caused their once-slender physiques to swell out to such unbelievable proportions... As calmly as he could, he let the sight sink in. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head.

"Your mother would like to apologize," he spoke softly.

Kazan and Deklan remained silent and motionless.

"But... there are... there are still gonna have to be some changes to -"

The distended balls of fat cut him off, both emitting a loud grumbling protest. Their owners whimpered and shrunk back, trying to hide their swollen forms.

Biting his lip, their father carefully reached out to ease them, gently caressing his pups' bloated muzzles and affectionately stroking their chubby cheeks, feeling how his fingers sunk into the excess flesh. "Come on," he let go, "Let's get some dinner; I'm hungry too. We can talk about it when we're done."

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Dinner passed in complete silence. The parents figured it would be better to start dieting sooner rather than later, so the meal was a far cry from what Kazan and Deklan were accustomed to. Instead of the typical oversized portions of thick juicy meats and heavy sides they'd come to expect, several bland, unappealing, and simply unappetizing vegetables now dominated their plates. The assortment of spinach, celery, lettuce, and broccoli, all of which were either steamed or raw, appeared to have just been thrown together without much thought or care, barely seasoned with a pinch of salt or a few drops of dressing. To make the paltry meal slightly more palatable, a couple slices of baked chicken and a dollop of plain white rice accompanied the heap of veggies. Scowling, the boys stared down at their plates, poking at the greens with disdain. Being carnivorous by nature, they were sorely disappointed - insulted, almost - by the salad that was supposed to be their dinner. Regardless, they were still hungry and made do with what they could, going straight for the chicken, followed by the rice, and completely ignoring the greens. Hardly a minute passed before their plates were cleared of what they were willing to eat. Their appetites were far from sated - only taunted at best. With their doughy middles still rumbling noisily for more, they gave the rest of their dinner a doubtful sniff before suppressing a fake gag and pushing their plates away.

With a sullen frown, the older wolves watched the cubs put their forks down. In an attempt to sympathize, they put each other through the same ordeal and served themselves identical meals. Trying to set a good example, however, they forced the vegetables down their own throats, grimacing somewhat themselves at the far-from-pleasant taste. Their reactions didn't go unnoticed by the pups, though; it was blatantly obvious that their parents were just as repulsed as they were.

"I'm sorry..." their mother finally broke the silence. "I shouldn't have yelled at you two... It was wrong of me," she sniffed, choking a few tears back as her ears folded down, "I just... I don't know what came over me..."

Neither Kazan nor Deklan looked up from the table. Tenderly placing a paw on his mate's back, their father took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Kazan, Deklan," he leaned forward onto the table, "I'm sure you know by now, but... it's about your weight. I understand you two have had it pretty easy these past few months - maybe it's from your friends or TV... Regardless, your mother and I think something has to be done." He saw their ears twitch. "We're going on a diet - all of us."

The brothers flinched. Their brows furrowed and their fists clenched, but they didn't make a sound. The last thing they wanted was to drag Koar into this as well, the jackal being the only friend they had who shared their eccentric interests.

Their father took another deep breath. "This isn't a punishment and we know you're angry, but you'll thank us later."

It took the boys all the self-control they could muster not to burst out whining right then and there. As if to add insult to injury, their parents weren't just criticizing their lifestyle; they were trying to take away what they enjoyed most about it too. Of course, they didn't dare bring it up, so they kept their mouths shut as everything they overheard from upstairs was repeated to them in agonizing detail.

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They awoke the next day to the sounds and pains of their groaning, starving bellies, churning and practically eating away at themselves in a roaring cry for attention. Rolling out of bed at a quarter till noon, Kazan and Deklan made their way downstairs, desperately looking for anything they could eat - anything that could satisfy the hunger gnawing away at their insides. As soon as they set foot into the kitchen, though, a weak whine escaped them upon turning their ravenous gaze to the table, their hearts sinking even further in defeat.

Just the morning before, their mother had made the family a veritable feast for breakfast. As she usually did on weekends and breaks, she prepared a wide assortment of eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, and more before going to work. The parents would have their own share and leave the majority of the meal on the table, cold and waiting to be consumed when the overfed pups woke up hours later. It was never their intention to let the boys glut themselves the way they did, but with all the food gone by the time they got home, they never thought much of it and it soon became routine. Of course, Kazan and Deklan didn't mind; they simply demolished whatever food they were given, scrounging up every last morsel, as eager as ever to add the extra calories to their expanding waistlines.

This time, however, all they found were two bowls, a spoon in each, and a box of cereal. They stared halfheartedly at their breakfast. At least it was good cereal: rich in artificial flavors and completely saturated with sugar. Between the two of them, Kazan and Deklan could easily devour the entire box and still crave more. With a long dismal sigh, the culpeo lumbered across the kitchen and opened the fridge for milk but paused when something else caught his eye. His swollen cheeks lifted into a sly grin as his ears perked up and his tail flicked optimistically.

"Psst... Hey Kaz!" Deklan whispered with hushed excitement, looking to his sides as if worried he might get caught, "Look what I found!" He motioned Kazan over and pointed inside the refrigerator.

The wolf stared back from the table, confused, before hopping out of his seat to see what could possibly make his brother so happy at a time like this. Peering past the culpeo's bulky frame, his ears shot straight up as he licked his lips in anticipation. Sitting just within reach on the edge of the top shelf, was a white box decorated with a plain floral design. It was the cake they had for dessert only two days ago. He returned Deklan's mischievous smirk. They gave each other a quick nod before Kazan leaned forward and reached up for the box, wincing momentarily as his protruding belly grazed the frigid surface of the bottom shelf.

Box in paw, the two rushed back and placed it on the table, carefully opening it to reveal half of the triple-layer chocolate cake still remaining. Not even bothering to cut it, the hungry cubs just stabbed at it with their spoons, eating it straight out of the box. With the previous night's dinner having left them with so much to be desired, Kazan and Deklan made quick work of the heavy pastry and plowed right through it. Despite their frightening speed and fervor, they still relished the rich chocolaty fudge, savored every last crumb of the moist buttery dough, and licked up all traces of stray icing that lined the inside of the box. The cake was polished off in minutes, but the bottomless pits that were the pups' stomachs still growled for more.

Without skipping a beat, they made a mad dash back to the fridge, pulling out whatever precooked food they could find. Lunch meats and cold leftovers were ravaged without second thought while frozen meals and snacks were hastily nuked in the microwave, only its periodic beeps interrupting their glutting to signal that more food was ready to be eaten. Not even the groaning roar of chains in the garage roused them from their trance.

The door slammed itself shut as the boys' father walked through the kitchen entryway. Dressed business casual, he'd forgotten his lunch at home and was back to retrieve it. Leaning against a wall behind them with his arms crossed in disapproval, he stood there a full minute, watching the two gorge themselves, waiting for them to finally take notice. "Ahem!"

His sudden presence gave them a start, yelping and dropping whatever food that was in their paws, empty tupperware clattering noisily as it hit the tile floor. With a quick glance and an exasperated sigh, he immediately recognized it as - what was supposed to be - his lunch. Kazan and Deklan turned around nervously. Their ears pinned flat against their heads as they braced themselves for the inevitable scolding and lecturing that was to come. Again, they were admonished at great length on the importance of their diet, their father making his disappointment clear in believing they could handle themselves without supervision. After catching them in the act, blatantly disregarding what was decided the night before, he obviously couldn't trust them to stick to the diet on their own and took the matter into his own paws. It hurt him to have to do it, but he was left with little choice but to threaten the whimpering cubs with a lock on the fridge.

Mortified, the brothers were on the verge of tears as they watched their father leave the house, the older wolf forced to pick up lunch elsewhere on the way back to work. Regardless of the fact they still had access to both the fridge and pantry, neither Kazan nor Deklan dared betray their parents again, at least not so soon. Maybe, they hoped, their father would change his mind if they behaved. All they could do now was keep themselves preoccupied for the rest of the afternoon, hungrily waiting for whatever scraps they would be fed for dinner, hoping their short binge would hold them over until then. It was challenging and it felt so strange playing video games without snacks... It seemed like there was never a time when they weren't constantly munching on something at home, in spite of it only been several months since they began their weight gain. Despite their valiant efforts, though, all of it was in vain when their father returned home. Although he was pleased to find nothing else missing from either the fridge or pantry, he was prompt to fit them both with a lock, much to his own dismay.

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The last few days of spring break dragged on unbearably slowly. Without a steady stream of food to keep them distracted, the overindulgent pups suddenly found it significantly harder to pass the time. Every day, they fought a losing battle to stave off hunger as their insatiable appetites were taunted and deprived by the trifling amounts of food their diet allowed. On top of that, their parents even took a shot at making them exercise. Immediately after getting back from work, and before dinner for that matter, they practically dragged Kazan and Deklan outside, trying to work the two into a light jog. Starting off at a brisk walk, the older wolves led the way down the sidewalk, expecting the cubs to keep up. Unsurprisingly, with how severely out of shape they were, their movements were laughable at best and more akin to a speed-waddle than anything else, sending their entire hulking mass into an uncontrollable, wobbling, jiggling fit and attracting a variety of humiliating stares from their neighbors. A few minutes in, their parents paused to look back and check on how the boys were doing, only to find them doubled over on their knees, wheezing and sweating buckets an entire block behind them. Jogging clearly wasn't going to work.

The next day, digging out all four of the family's bikes from deep within their garage, none of which having been used in over a year, Kazan and Deklan's parents made an equally fruitless, if not more so, attempt at cycling. Simply getting them onto the seat proved difficult in itself. Not only did they have to heave one fat-swaddled stump of a leg over the frame, they also had to work against the heavy overhang that sagged over their waists. With their bulbous backsides now more or less engulfing the seat, and the integrity of the bike creaking ominously under their weight, it became a challenge just to keep their feet paws on the pedals. Since their bulky thighs already forced them into a wide gait, it was nearly impossible to keep them squashed close enough together to allow them to pedal. Eventually, once their stubby sausage-like digits were wrapped around the handlebars, they set off behind their parents, all four them moving slowly as they remembered how to ride the contraptions. Teetering and nearly falling over a few times, Kazan and Deklan soon got the hang of things and made it a couple blocks down the street but not before they found themselves sweating and panting for breath - just like before - after only a short lap around the neighborhood. Each laborious push fought against both the immense burden of their bodies weighing down the tires and the imposing paunch in the way of their legs, causing the mound of fat resting on their laps to sluggishly slosh left and right with every clunky rotation the chains made. All the while, their chunky thighs chafed together and rubbed against the frame uncomfortably.

Before they could even make it back home, a startling crack followed by a loud snap sent Deklan flailing to keep his balance as his bike finally buckled under the colossal pressure of supporting his oversized form. Fortunately, he landed on his feet unharmed, but the same could not be said about the wreckage beneath him. The back wheel was torn clean off, the frail axles of a children's bike never meant to support any cub of such girth. A blush and a sheepish, embarrassed, but thoroughly satisfied grin stretched across the culpeo's muzzle as the others gawked, his brother in amazement and their parents in horror. It was only a matter of time before Kazan's bike would suffer the same fate. Cycling wasn't going to work either.

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Once school started again, the older wolves tried to incorporate as much physical activity into the boys' daily routine as possible while also maintaining their diet. They were now instructed to walk to school and back every day as opposed to taking the bus. As a result of their sluggish lumbering pace, they often arrived late to class, exhausted after whatever failed effort they made to get there on time. Even when they weren't tardy, they always found themselves winded from the short trek. It relieved them to finally seat - or squeeze, rather - themselves in the sorely cramped desks that groaned under their enormous weight. Those desks, comically small in comparison to the behemoth pups, had them firmly wedged in place. With their swollen middles bulging over the table and encroaching on their workspace, their doublewide rears spilling over the edges of their seats, and their flabby sides enveloping the support rail, it was simply impossible for them to sit without constantly shifting around in their puny seating arrangements, hungrily waiting for lunch. Even when the bell finally rang, after carefully dislodging their bulbous frames from the desks, the poor cubs could only sigh and stare in defeat at the meager pocket change in their paws. At least at school, they could choose what they wanted to eat. Taking solace in this small freedom, they would only purchase the single most filling entrée they could find, typically a small dry burger or a rubbery slice of pizza - all they could afford with their lunch money now cut as well. Reluctant and disheartened, they made do with they had and slogged through the rest of their classes until they had to make the long journey back home. After lugging themselves across the neighborhood twice in one day, running on just barely enough food to sustain themselves, Kazan and Deklan soon found it useless to bother paying any attention in class; their fatigue, combined with both their perpetual hunger and discomfort, made any attempt at focusing on schoolwork a hopeless endeavor.

With the starving pups powerless to appease their relentless appetites, the sound of their stomachs' incessant grumbling became as prevalent as their snacking prior to their change in diet. Throughout the day, they could only listen and whine as their bodies begged for the nourishment they needed to sate their bloated figures. With the gluttons eventually turning to Koar for help, the jackal did his best to aid them, but there was little he could do beyond smuggling extra snacks to school, their massive guts more bottomless than, and far surpassing, his own. Growing increasingly desperate, Kazan and Deklan suddenly realized they'd forgotten the most fundamental way cubs like themselves could make money - and buy extra food as a result.

They were quick to resort to doing mundane, tiresome chores around the house. Luckily, their parents were oblivious to their motivation, only seeing it as extra, much-needed exercise for the otherwise lazy pups. Little did they know, the conniving brothers were cheating them at their own game. Doing everything they could, from cleaning their room to taking out the trash to washing the dishes, they managed to amass a sizable allowance at the end of every week. The moment Kazan and Deklan were let out of school the next day, they would head straight for the store on the way home. Pooling their funds together, they spent the entirety of their allowances on as much food as they could afford, figuring out which of their favorite snacks were on sale and making the most out of every cent they had. Although the cashiers undoubtedly gave them dubious stares, the two took it in stride and paid for the goods. Once back in their room, they stuffed themselves with their daily allotment before hiding their hard-earned provisions in a secret stash within their closet, rationing it throughout the week. Kazan soon remembered he even had connections with the owner of the donut shop right next door to the supermarket, the starving brothers adding that to their route home as well. The friendly coyote was always eager to see the chubby pups and was more than happy to share a dozen or two donuts with them. Despite still being helplessly famished at school, things were finally looking up for the young gainers.

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Although their strict regimen of diet and exercise saw promising results in the first couple of weeks, Kazan and Deklan having lost roughly five pounds each, their weight loss abruptly stagnated the instant they started snacking behind their parents' backs. With their weekly weigh-ins hovering around a staggering 130 for the wolf and 150 for the culpeo, the concerned mother and father were forced to take matters a step further. Since the imposed diet was already hard enough as it was, on both the boys and themselves, they looked for more ways to increase the amount of exercise their tubby cubs got, hastily settling on what was just about the most dreadful activity Kazan and Deklan could've imagined: soccer.

Every other day as they left the school grounds, they always saw a handful of students playing the sport out on the field but never paid them any attention, their minds too distracted by the afterschool munchies. Despite it being in the middle of the season, their parents didn't waste a day signing them up. Utterly terrified, Kazan and Deklan watched from afar as they nervously waddled onto the field. Running and jumping about with boundless energy, their peers soon noticed the ponderous forms steadily lumbering toward them. They stopped dead in their tracks as the mammoth pups approached. Even the coach, a young spry ferret, couldn't help but stare in shock. All the warning in the world wouldn't have prepared him for their overwhelming size. Kazan and Deklan stood before him, anxiously shuffling their feet as all eyes were trained on them. The whole situation was all too familiar, bringing back a slew of painful memories from their recent fitness exam.

The ferret quickly caught himself and everyone else staring with their mouths agape. He cleared his throat and gruffly addressed his students, "Back to your warmups, everyone!" Jolted out of their gawking, the others returned to their activities but not without peering back out the corner of their eyes. "You two must be Kazan and Deklan," he tried to speak as if nothing was wrong, "I'm Coach David."

They gave him a shy nod.

"Erm..." He stammered and looked to the pair of extra uniforms he'd brought. Despite those being the largest he could find, it was obvious they were nowhere near big enough to fit his newest students' massive frames, leaving custom-ordered uniforms their only option. Kazan and Deklan picked up on this easily and blushed. "Well..." David coughed apprehensively, "Let's get you two measured up for your uniforms." He bent down to his duffel bag and pulled out a measuring tape, tossing the bag over the blatantly undersized clothing and reaching around the wolf, clearly uncomfortable with the amount of flab practically melting off of his body. "Can you... If you could just... unbutton your pants and lift your - um..." He tried to gesture at the spare tire as discreetly as he could.

The others were staring again, quietly snickering in the background.

Kazan flinched as he realized what he was asked. Ears burning up, he guessed the ferret must've noticed how uncomfortably tight his shorts were being stretched - not that it was hard to tell with the waistband completely hidden from sight underneath the love handles overflowing out of his shirt. Doing as he was told, he undid the button. Instantly, the mound of fat around his waist surged out of its restrictive confines and gushed out of the zipper, bouncing and plopping over the top of his meaty thighs. A muted sigh of relief escaped him while his coach let out a surprised yip. As the jiggling settled, Kazan hefted his overhang so the ferret could wrap the tape around his corpulent girth.

David took a peek under the flesh bulging between the boy's paws and gulped at the number: thirty-six inches - well within the realm of adult clothing. Standing back up, he shuddered slightly as he looked over the wolf's flabby pectorals, clearly visible through his shirt, resting atop and drooping down the curvature of his gut. Composing himself from his brief stupor, the ferret raised his arms up in demonstration so he could measure the circumference of Kazan's doughy barrel chest: thirty-eight inches. He jotted the numbers down and moved on to Deklan, only to find himself in a near-identical position. With the culpeo's build being shorter and considerably stouter than his brother's, there were an extra few inches added to his measurements. Wide-eyed in disbelief, David filled an order for two sets of adult large uniforms, bigger than his own, for the tremendous cubs and did his best to show them the ropes.

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The following weeks were the most torturous to date. Three days out of the week, Kazan and Deklan dragged themselves to soccer practice where they were forced to run, jump, and kick a ball for hours on end - all on an empty stomach. Of course, given their unwieldy size, their actions were significantly clumsier and more sluggish compared to their peers. In fact, watching how every inch of it bounced and shook around with each hulking step they took, provoking their swollen lard-laden frames to wobble and ripple about in a violent frenzy, it seemed as if all the fat enveloping and sagging off their bodies could move faster than they could. This made it exceedingly difficult for them just to keep their balance, repeatedly tripping and falling over their own bulk, landing on the grass with an embarrassing and squishy thud, until their parents finally came to pick them up.

Crawling into the back of the car, the brothers whined and moaned in pain as they were taken home for another unsatisfying dinner. After retreating to their room, too sore, exhausted, and hungry to do anything else, all they did until bedtime was gorge on their hidden stash of junk food, the alluring pleasure that came with eating the only thing capable of comforting them in the midst of their despair. As this binging became part of their daily routine, however, it rapidly depleted their rations. With their weekly allowances already being spent down to the penny, the desperate pups were driven to beg the sympathetic coyote at the donut shop for more and more of his delectable pastries. Further rebelling against their parents' word, they soon started slacking on their exercise routine as well, sneaking onto the bus instead of walking to and from school, at times flagrantly skipping out on soccer as well, lounging in the library until practice was over. With their laziness combined with the extra glutting, their weight slowly began to creep its way back up.

While their defiance went unnoticed by their parents, their misery did not. With the cubs' groaning having quickly become a regular occurrence, it didn't take long for the older wolves to acknowledge their woes. It tore them apart, though, turning a deaf ear to their griping, but they believed it was for the better and tried to refrain from giving in. Even more concerning was news that their grades were beginning to drop as well. Both Kazan and Deklan had always been good students, save for the occasional reprimand for eating in class, but they just couldn't focus on their schoolwork anymore. With their tummies constantly grumbling and nagging them for food, neither of them could pay enough attention in class to actually learn anything. Homework became an afterthought and they flat out flunked their tests and quizzes; even their teacher was taken aback by the sudden slump in their grades and expressed her concern in a phone call home. As if to stump their parents further, the boys' newly delivered uniforms, ordered specifically to fit over their behemoth frames, failed to cover their bellies. Although the elastic shorts fit reasonably well, a few tufts of light creamy fur poked out from beneath the pups' skin-tight jerseys. Scratching their heads, the older wolves considered the possibility of a shipping error, but the tags begged to differ - they were, without a doubt, outgrowing adult clothing. Confounded after an entire month of disappointing results, they didn't know what else to do. With all their efforts at trimming down the two butterballs apparently in vain, they started to question whether all the suffering they've caused was worth it.