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The last bell of the day rang throughout the school grounds. Its electronic tone droned on as it echoed down the halls and signaled the end of the day. Kicking open the doors to the main entrance, Deklan growled and grumbled to himself while storming out onto the blacktop toward the busses in the parking lot. Kazan chased after him from behind, his stumpy legs doing their best to keep up.

"C... Come on, Dek!" The wolf panted as he caught up to his brother, one paw on the culpeo's shoulder while he doubled over to catch his breath. "We can just... We can just wait in the -"

"No!" Without even stopping, Deklan wrenched the paw from his shoulder, catching Kazan off-guard and causing him to stumble forward. "I'm done! You can sit here and wait for Mom to pick you up if you want, but I've had it! I'm going home!"

"But Mom and Dad are gonna kill us if they find out we've been ditching practice!"

"So what?!" Deklan retorted, whipping around to face his brother. A deep growl emanated from his throat. "I might as well be dying! We've hardly eaten anything all day and they want us to go to practice?!"

Kazan shut up and lowered his head, ears pinning back nervously. He held a paw to his middle and remembered just how empty it was. It was true. The two had slept in that morning and had to skip breakfast before running off to school. Their father was watching from behind, so they couldn't sneak onto the bus like they usually did. Another bombed quiz followed shortly after and a meager lunch was little consolation. Neither of them was in the mood for soccer - as if they ever were. Glaring back, Deklan huffed angrily and turned tail for the bus, leaving Kazan to decide for himself whether or not he was coming with him.

The wolf bit his lip anxiously, desperately trying to make up his mind while his eyes shot back and forth between the bus waiting at the curb and the other cubs gathering on the field. Just as Deklan stepped onto the bus, though, his doublewide rear leaving little space between his flabby sides and the tight doorway, Kazan rushed after him, deciding he'd rather help take the brunt of their parents' scolding together than leave his brother to fend for himself. The driver rolled his eyes as he waited for the corpulent pup to waddle on board. Wheezing an inaudible "thank you," Kazan scanned the seats for Deklan. He spotted him glowering out the window in the back, his arms crossed indignantly. Their schoolmates kept their distance, knowing better than to get in his way. Clumsily squeezing down the narrow aisle, the wolf slowly made his way to the last row and stared down his protruding belly, fiddling his paws with a meek whine. Deklan turned to find Kazan patiently waiting for him to make space. Letting out an indifferent grunt, he rocked his weight to the side to scoot over.

The two sat in silence the entire trip home. Deklan jammed his key through the door and flung it open, knowing their parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours. He threw his backpack onto the couch as they passed the living room, Kazan gently setting his down on the ground, following his brother into the kitchen. He knew they were starving, but it confused him since they both knew full well that neither of them would be able to get any food out anyway. Regardless, Deklan fumed into the kitchen and scowled at the fridge and pantry, both still locked shut as always. His stomach grumbled furiously, eliciting a frustrated roar from the poor culpeo. Standing back, Kazan watched with apprehension as his brother charged at the pantry, violently jerking the door back and forth to no avail. He'd never seen him so upset before, the wolf wincing every time the door banged against the latch. A concerned whimper escaped him. Deklan let out another enraged shout along with one last yank before giving up. Slumping his shoulders in defeat, he passed Kazan without so much as a word and stomped upstairs, his thunderous footfalls, amplified by his weight, reverberating throughout the house.

Just as the door to their room slammed shut, Kazan's own stomach had to remind him how hungry he was too. Hearing his gut gnawing away at itself, he grimaced in pain and plodded over to the pantry as well. He noticed a few splinters and that some of the white paint had chipped off. He grabbed the handle and gave it a firm tug, confirming it was indeed locked and briefly laughing at himself for even trying. With a long sigh, Kazan figured he might as well go up and join Deklan; the culpeo was probably working his way through their hoard of junk food, freshly stocked from the day before, without him. Turning for the stairs, though, a shimmering light reflecting off the counter caught his eye. The sun shined through a window and bounced off a couple of keys bounded by a single ring.

"Is that...?" the wolf thought out loud and picked them up.

Examining them suspiciously, he didn't recognize them but immediately took them to the pantry, picking one at random and slipping it into the lock. It fit! Eyes wide with disbelief, he gave the key a turn.

Click!

Carefully, he opened the door and peeked inside. His jaw dropped. Their parents were holding out on them. Lining the shelves was an assortment of some of their favorite snacks, hidden and reserved for adult consumption. Kazan narrowed his eyes bitterly and scrambled to the fridge where he tried the second key. As he expected, it unlocked just as easily as the pantry to reveal a similar stash of ready-to-eat foods. Now, with nothing between him and a kitchen full of goodies, the wolf threw any inhibition he previously had out the window. A devilish grin crept across his muzzle as he pocketed the keys and snatched a box of cookies from the pantry. Hurrying upstairs, he barged into his room and found Deklan recklessly emptying a bag of chips down his gullet before tossing him the box in his paws.

The culpeo gave him an annoyed look but instantly dropped it for one of surprise instead. He caught it after fumbling a few times and stared incredulously, darting his eyes between the box and the heap of snacks in front of him. "Where'd you get this...?"

Kazan flashed him a wicked grin, "Mom and dad left the keys out." He pulled them out and twirled them around a pudgy digit.

A moment's silence passed as Deklan went wide-eyed. "What else is there?" he demanded to know.

"Way more than that," the wolf smirked, pointing a stubby claw at the sizable pile on the ground.

Without a second thought, Deklan clambered to his feet, the action made difficult by his unwieldy bulk, and scooped everything he could into his chunky arms before making a mad dash downstairs. Kazan collected what remained and quickly joined him. The second he made it back to the kitchen, Deklan turned to the wolf, outraged. "So Mom and Dad were hiding all this from us the whole time?!" he cried, his tail twitching angrily.

Kazan nodded.

"Then they've also been cheating on this stupid diet!" A low growl built up in Deklan's throat, his temper seething while something went off in his mind. "Well we can do that too!" he barked, "This is all ours now!"

Not even bothering to wait for his brother, Deklan charged for the treasure trove of food, finally unlocked for their consumption. Kazan sneered and set the snacks in his arms down. Promptly following suit, he raided the fridge while Deklan took over the pantry. Together, they emptied the kitchen of every edible thing they could get their greedy paws on and moved it all to the coffee table in the living room. Their mouths beginning to water, they sat themselves on the couch and stared hungrily at the small mountain of food they'd amassed, both their parents' and their own. Ten bags of cheese puffs and chips of different flavors piled up beside eight boxes of cookies and Twinkies arranged in two stacks of five and three. Following the sugary treats was a large tub of dip consisting of seven thick layers of cheese, diced tomatoes, refried beans, guacamole, sour cream, salsa, and ground beef. An assortment of cold cuts and condiments, in addition to the classic peanut butter and jelly, accompanied two loaves of bread. Even several pawfuls of string cheese sticks were scattered around a pack of fruity yogurt and a tub of chocolate ice cream. Finally, to wash everything down, an array of two-liter bottles of various sodas along with a pair of gallon jugs filled with milk and orange juice, respectively, were spread along the edge of the table.

They went for their parents' food first, simply because it was closest. Although impatient and starving, they also figured it would be best if they got anything that required preparation out of the way before moving on to everything else. Their own food, which consisted mostly of sugar and empty calories from all their chips and snack cakes, would be easier to eat once their bellies started filling up. Beginning with the bread, they took one loaf each and dumped them onto the table. Kazan lunged for the PB&J while Deklan snatched up the lunchmeats, the wolf having a bit more of a sweet tooth than his brother. Feverishly, they slapped on toppings and slathered sundry sauces and spreads together to construct sandwich after sloppy sandwich. Each one was filled to the brim and oozing with caloric surplus before getting haphazardly stacked on top of the previous one. Presentation and neatness was of their least concern; all that mattered was that every last morsel was packed somewhere into those sandwich towers, both ominously threatening to topple over. Now salivating beyond control, they gave each other a tacit nod and dug in. Two at a time, sandwiches were popped from the stacks and shoved between the two gluttons' jaws. Vigorously chewing and smacking their lips with every bite, they hastily worked their way through the sandwiches, messily smearing the sticky remains of the appetizer across their muzzles. Carefully, Kazan raised the heavy milk jug to his lips for a long swig, periodically struggling to clear the peanut butter building up in the back of his mouth. Although Deklan had an easier time with his choice of meatier sandwiches, he did the same with the orange juice to wet his throat every now and then. Finishing off their first course, they sighed and let out a small belch as they reclined in their seats to give their plush, still-malleable tummies a satisfied pat. Their eyes glazed over momentarily while their tails lazily wriggled about between their bulbous backsides and the couch. It'd been a long time since they'd gotten their natural high from stuffing themselves silly. Already, with their stomachs now unpracticed to the absurd amounts of food they used to force down their guts, they could feel a slight hint of fullness creeping up on them. They turned to each other and cracked a grin. They wanted more.

Simultaneously, the brothers both lurched for the ice cream. To Deklan's dismay, Kazan beat him to it and stuck his tongue out. Frowning, the culpeo pouted before settling for the slightly healthier alternative, tearing apart the packaging that separated the individual yogurt cups. While the wolf was already busy at work scooping ice cream into his muzzle with his bare paws, Deklan was stuck grappling with his sausage-like fingers to peel off the foil lids on his yogurt. One by one, he slurped all sixteen units empty. The saccharine goodness flooding their taste buds was almost too much to comprehend with how deprived their palates were. Under the strict control of their parents, their diets had only allowed the occasional fruit cup as a rare reward. Now unrestrained, they relished every last drop of the sugary treats, both Kazan and Deklan greedily licking the walls of the containers clean before tossing them aside. Every thick syrupy mouthful that slid down their hungering gullets packed their bellies just a little bit tighter. Endorphins rapidly flooded their minds as they felt the familiar, exhilarating rush of nonstop gorging overtake them.

Next was the string cheese. Each individually wrapped stick was violently torn open. Chomping down on three at once, the rapacious pups easily shredded them up with their sharp canine teeth and managed to finish off each trio in just two massive bites. At some point along the way, Deklan popped the lid off of the seven-layer dip and dunked the cheesy sticks in, enjoying the multitude of flavors and textures it added to the otherwise plain dairy snack. Kazan was quick to follow along and copy the culpeo. As the last hunks of cheese were jammed into their guts, the subtle sense of fullness from before increased further and further. Their impressive girth was just beginning to stretch and distend, a feeling they'd missed and longed for since their last all-out binge months ago. A tight discomfort around their waists suddenly made itself known. Reaching under the balls of flesh resting in their laps, they struggled to undo their pants, fumbling around without vision for the button responsible for the nuisance. The instant it was released, though, the bulging mounds of fat surged from their prisons, forcing the zipper down out of their way and further occupying the real estate on their chunky thighs. Kazan and Deklan breathed a long sigh of relief, their ears drooping slightly, as they rubbed over the swelling masses.

With a significant amount of space freed up in the cavernous pits of their stomachs, they attacked the rest of their food with reckless abandon. Each grabbing a bag of chips at random, they ripped them open and started on their next course. Pawful after pawful of the greasy crisps were crammed passed their lips, a few glugs of soda interspersed between ravenous mouthfuls, and in no time at all, both had already emptied their first bags. Not even skipping a beat, they continued onto the next two, emptying those just as fast. It wasn't until they were each on their third that either of them realized over two-thirds of the dip still remained. Taking notice, Kazan scooped up a large gob with his chips, carelessly matting the fur on his paws with a messy blend of beans, guacamole, and sour cream. Deklan caught on in seconds and did the same. With both voracious pigs going at it, the plastic tub was cleared in the blink of an eye. Bit by bit, their expanding waistlines pushed out with every thick wad of chips and dip that was plopped down their muzzles. The wolf mopped up the last of the heavily layered condiment with his stubby fingers and sucked them clean before flinging the empty container to the floor with the rest of the trash. Ignoring the increasing tightness around their midsections, gradually bloating further with each bulging mouthful, they continued onto the last four bags of chips while downing entire bottles of soda on the side, devouring everything in sight the only thing on their food-addled minds.

The insatiable cubs reclined against the cushions for a quick break. Breathing in short raspy breaths, they took a moment to savor the euphoria building up from the depths of their stomachs. There was no other way to describe this painfully pleasant sensation. They shuddered with delight as their paws carefully ran over their delicate hides, the creamy fur stretched drum-tight with a subtle pink tinge. Whatever trouble their blatant defiance would get them into was surely worth it in their eyes. As that thought crossed their minds, though, their eyes shot back open and focused on the remaining food at the table. However they would be punished, whether they were scolded, grounded, starved, or worse, they were going to make it count.

Bolting upright, with some difficulty, they reached for their dessert. Twinkies and cookies of various kinds still waited to be consumed and added to their enormous forms. All but one of the cookie boxes were immediately snagged by the culpeo. Kazan was keen to swipe away the vanilla cream cookie sandwiches, one of his personal favorites, before his brother even had a chance. Ownership of the rest of the cookies went to the culpeo - chocolate chip, peanut butter, oatmeal, and sugar - leaving the wolf with all of the Twinkies from their secret stash - not that he minded. Deklan, however, instantly realized his mistake, but it was already too late. In the midst of his fervor, he'd completely forgotten about the golden snack cakes they coveted so deeply. Grumbling to himself, he admitted defeat and turned his attention back to his own loot. With several noisy pops from the plastic containers, he opened his cookies and grabbed one in each paw before shoving them in his mouth whole. Meanwhile, Kazan was steadily unwrapping and inhaling one Twinkie after another, happily enjoying his rich cream-filled treats.

Only halfway through their final course, though, a sharp pang shot throughout their bodies. It was long since their seemingly bottomless guts were full, but it only just now occurred to them. This was what they were going for. This is what they missed after those long months of forced dieting. It hurt to keep going, but they knew they had it in them. They'd, without a doubt, eaten more in one sitting before; they were just out of practice. Wincing and grimacing as the faint pink glow under their fur turned a few shades darker, the two incorrigible gluttons clutched onto the immensely swollen orbs of flesh, doing their best to ease the aching while their insides churned and bubbled about, desperately trying to digest the boulder of food gurgling in their laps. It took a couple minutes and a few loud burps to make room, but they were soon ready for more, determined to finish what they started and declare their bizarre victory over their parents.

In one last-ditch effort, Kazan and Deklan went back at it, practically forcing the remaining snacks through their overworked jaws and down their throats. Every bite was more sluggish than the last and each labored swallow became increasingly difficult. As the mass of straining flesh grew tighter and tighter and swelled bigger and bigger, now jutting out nearly a foot in front of them, their pace gradually slowed to a crawl. Eating every subsequent morsel became a formidable task in itself. With their eyes glazing over, they hopelessly fought to stay awake while the impending food coma approached at an alarming rate. The overwhelming drowsiness that came with it left their brains on autopilot as they slumped deeper into the cushions, semiconsciously reaching for the few lingering treats propped up on the zenith of their domelike bellies. Before they knew it, the two were grabbing at their hides, stretched taut and completely rigid.

Panting and wheezing for air, Kazan collapsed onto his bulging side with a shaky grunt, chubby paws splayed over his tortured stomach in a futile attempt to contain its own immensity. A high-pitched whine escaped the pup as he tried to soothe the searing pain, and yet, he couldn't help but grin to himself with profound satisfaction. Utterly stuffed and on the verge of bursting, he couldn't possibly stay awake any longer and was out cold in seconds. Beside him and lying on his back, resting his head against the armrest and idly stroking the massive globe on top of him, Deklan was rapidly falling into a similar state of comatose. In his fleeting moments before losing the battle, something on the floor caught his attention. Just within his grasp at the foot of the couch, a lone bottle of soda still remained standing. Less than half of it remained, but the culpeo severely doubted whether he could finish it without bursting. A minute that felt like hours was spent blearily staring at it. After warily mulling it over, though, he reached out and grabbed it by the neck. Careful not to spill, he brought the mouth to his lips and upended it, chugging the last of the soda until it was completely drained down his throat. As the bottle clattered to the ground, a few bubbles fizzed their way back up Deklan's muzzle. He made an effort to suppress them and force them back down, but it was too much to hold back. A sloppy thunderous belch, immediately followed by a long groan of pleasure, burst from his mouth. With his meaty arms limply wrapped around the circumference of his enormous girth, he was soon unconscious as well, too engorged and absolutely exhausted to move a muscle or even keep his eyes open.

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The boys' parents arrived home later that night. They'd spent hours at school looking for their cubs, but their efforts all seemed in vain. With only a handful of staff remaining at such a late hour, they couldn't find a single lead on Kazan and Deklan. Not even their coach had a clue where the two had gone, explaining that he hadn't seen them much lately at all. Panicking and worried to tears, the wolves were left with no choice but to return home, the concern in their voices clearly evident as they prepared to call the police. Stepping inside, however, the faint sound of soft crinkling stopped them dead in their tracks. They looked to each other with silent horror before tiptoeing further down the hall to investigate. As the noise steadily grew louder, they turned a corner into the living room and gasped - first in shock, then relief, and shock once more.

Lying on the couch and still passed out after eating everything in the house, Kazan and Deklan had slept the entire afternoon away at home while their parents desperately searched for them. An empty bag of chips was gently wedged between the wolf's massive stomach and the cushions. His middle expanded and compressed with every slow steady breath he took, each inhale noisily crushing the crumpled plastic. Darting their eyes to the source of the sound, his parents gawked at the site of the grossly swollen boulders of flesh jutting out from the pups' bodies. Mouths agape, they stared around the room in disbelief. Countless empty wrappers, bags, bottles, and boxes littered the coffee table and the floor around it with just two places all that food could've gone: Kazan and Deklan's cavernous bellies. A quick glance into the kitchen confirmed the only possible explanation. Quietly padding toward the pantry door, left wide open, they found that just about everything worth eating had vanished from the shelves. Peering into the fridge only proved the same result. And yet, the wreckage of their cubs' feast suggested there were far more snacks in the house than there should've been. They had admittedly been hiding a considerable amount of food from Kazan and Deklan, but even then, neither could recall buying the majority of the "forbidden" goodies they found all over the living room. Suddenly, though, the thought of the boys' excitement and giddy eagerness to complete their weekly chores came to mind, and they quickly connected the dots.

Narrowing their eyes, the older wolves waded toward the couch, carefully stepping over and around the empty containers recklessly scattered about. Now with a clear view of Kazan and Deklan's monstrously bloated guts and the content grin plastered across both their faces, they were furious. Not only did their disappearance have them worried sick, but the cubs' blatant disregard for all their hard work, controlling a strict diet and spending hundreds of dollars on soccer, had crossed the line. They watched in frustration as the pups slept, their pudgy paws hugging and squeezing the slowly softening mounds of flab, idly digesting their long-overdue binge while reveling in their own unadulterated overindulgence. Their father placed a paw over Deklan's bulging stomach, feeling the doughy mass squish between his fingers as he pressed down. The culpeo flinched momentarily, still fast asleep, before relaxing and grinning a little wider, obviously enjoying the bit of attention his belly was getting. His tail gave a happy flick.

A scowl crept across his father's face. Despite seething with rage and disappointment, the wolf didn't say a word. After witnessing the absurd lengths the boys went to in a simple act of defiance, he sighed and slumped his shoulders. Perhaps all that time and effort spent on diet and exercise wasn't worth it. Neither he nor his mate had ever seen their cubs so miserable - it was heartbreaking. They felt a twinge of regret, but what else were they supposed to do? Leaving the two to sleep off the rest of their food coma, they snuck away to try to figure out what to do. As much as it hurt to see them so unhappy, they couldn't just go back to enabling the both of them to swell out like balloons. They had to do something...

Although, seeing how happy food seemed to make Kazan and Deklan, maybe they were wrong. Maybe it would be best to let them do what made them happy, much to their parents' reluctance. Who were they to take away that happiness?