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"Come on, Fenny!" I burped between words and let out an uncomfortable groan, holding onto my bare gut with both paws as it swelled and pushed past the zipper on my pants; I already had to undo the button a while ago. It was stretched out in my lap, completely solid, and just a little bit pink under the white fur. I could barely even stay awake anymore. "I'm full... I really am!"

But my otter ignored me and tried to push another cheeseburger at my lips. "Come on, Kaz!" he said back, pouting and half-mocking me like he always did when I was full, "How you will grow bigger with attitude like that?" His empty paw was on his hip. He stared down and gave me a disappointed frown. "You grow _up_very fast, but you do not grow _out_fast enough."

Ever since my growth spurt really started kicking in, he'd been trying to make sure I stayed fat enough while I grew taller. My ears fell back and flushed red. I tried to lower my head, but I couldn't force it down any farther. The fat around my neck just bunched up under my muzzle and got squashed against the flab on my chest. I whimpered and gave him my best puppy dog face.

Although his posture and expression relaxed, that didn't change his mind about the burger. He smirked, and I knew he was giggling at my - well, he liked to call them moobs, but I never liked that that. He calmed down quickly and gave me a soft smile. "Just one more, I promise."

Except that's what he always said too. "Just one more" would turn into two, and then three... or five... or sometimes more. I couldn't help it, and he knew it. I tried to roll my head out of the way, but the aching in my belly and the crying in my head didn't do much to stop the smell of the gigantic, juicy beef patties in front of my eyes. It had to be at least my tenth - fifteenth? - one. I dunno. I stopped counting after five; I couldn't honestly tell myself, or him, "no." The triple-decker burger, so big I could barely hold it in both paws, was practically dripping with grease, gooey cheese melting down its sides with ketchup, mustard, and mayo all dripping out between each inch-thick layer of beef. And best of all? There wasn't a single veggie in sight. A trickle of drool leaked down my muzzle. I stared at the burger greedily and gulped. A half-hearted whine creaked out from my throat.

Fenny's long tail thumped against the couch where I was slumped back, my belly rising painfully over my snout. I knew that he knew exactly what was on my mind; he could never hide his excitement. He put a paw on my gut and gave it a light pat before rubbing it slowly. It felt nice, the pads on his paw gently scritching at the fur on my drum-tight stomach. A grin stretched across his wide muzzle when he heard me groaning quietly in bliss. It was the same grin he gave me whenever this happened - whenever I let him feed me. It was a scary grin, almost like he wanted to hurt me, but I trusted him, and I felt safe with him. The first time he fed me, I could've sworn I was gonna explode. He always knew when to stop though, even better than I ever did myself. So, I let him keep doing it, and he pushed me further and further, filling me up - and out - a little bit more every time. I think I was in love with that otter... It's still kinda silly to me, liking another boy, but did it really matter when he made me so happy...?

Fenny gave my snout another nudge with the burger. "I know you want it," he cooed.

A drop of ketchup fell on my chest. The fur there and around my chubby cheeks was already dirty with grease and other sauces, but I didn't really care. Not that I could. Not in the position I was in. Caving in and ignoring the grumbling warnings from my stomach, I nipped at the burger and started nibbling away at it.

"You can do better than that!" he scolded me with a playful laugh. At that point, I really wasn't sure if I could. He tried to push more into my mouth the next bite I took. It caught me off guard, although it really wasn't surprising. I let out a muffled yelp when a third of the sandwich was shoved between my jaws. I looked up at Fenny and begged with my eyes, but all I got was that same grin from before. Almost instinctively though, and without much choice, I chomped down and did my best to down yet another cheeseburger, chewing and swallowing heavily with a weird pang of hunger, even though I knew there was no way I could actually be hungry. "That is better..."

To my relief, that really was the last one. I looked over at the empty platter on the coffee table. It was filled to the edges and double stacked with those triple cheeseburgers barely an hour ago. I had no idea another kid could cook like that... and so much too! The only thing that could've made them any better was bacon. Lots and lots of bacon! Either way, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have an otter like him. With a grunt, he dragged me by my arms and spun me around so I could lie down on the armrest. He always surprised me with how strong he was. He was more than a year older than me and at least a few inches taller, but he was still scrawny - I weighed over twice as much as that skinny otter! I guess that's what playing all those sports does to him though. Crawling back to the other side, he climbed over my chunky legs and sat between them, leaning forward with his chin on my belly, looking down and smiling at me. My tail wrapped itself around his twiggy waist while his curled over my calf. He took my huge gut in his arms and pressed into my sides, carefully squeezing it between his webbed digits and nuzzling it like a fuzzy rock-hard beach ball. I blushed and smiled back while a low growl quietly slipped out my throat. His weight made the pressure in my middle worse, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Even with him leaning on my stomach, Fenny was still a real lightweight, light enough so it didn't hurt too bad with all that food inside me too. Panting a bit, I had a little harder time breathing under him, but his paws helped calm me down. It was nice. Sometimes I couldn't believe this was normal for us... I wouldn't have it any other way though.

We stayed like that for a while, just grinning like idiots, looking into each other's eyes. I was on my back, gut sticking out over a foot in the air, and Fenny was on top, his arms and muzzle wrapped around that big white ball of fur. I did my best to rub my own belly, but I was too tired to keep it up after the feeding - I never could... Besides, he was always better at it anyway. It's never the same when I tried to do it myself. His paws were like magic or something... the way they knew my belly. Every roll of fat, every fold and crease, how it squished, and all the nooks and crannies that made me tick... He knew them all by heart. I was convinced he liked my belly even more than I did! Although, none of that really mattered with how stuffed and totally solid my gut was. Still, the attention he gave me always put butterflies in my stomach - my big, fat, bloated stomach.

Eventually, my breathing calmed down, and my head rolled off to one side. I was already having a hard enough time staying awake, but my eyelids just got heavier and heavier until they finally shut completely. The only things I could hear were his soft pads brushing against my fur and the busy gurgling inside my stomach. As I was falling asleep though, I could tell Fenny was too; I'm sure his job had to be harder than mine. All I had to do was eat after all! Soon, his steady massaging turned into slow rubbing before he finally dozed off on my belly. Still, I felt him drawing little circles in my stomach with his short claws.

"You know," he mumbled, his voice slowly trailing off, "Maybe you are finally two-fifty..."

I couldn't help but grin a little. I loved hearing him talk like that... But then, just like that, the two of us were sound asleep. I didn't think I was big enough to be his bed yet, but I didn't think Fenny would mind.