Moo-Muscle Madness (Full Rough Draft)

“Sea,” called out Brent, a towering figure of a Rottweiler who had flung open the front door, letting in the chilly winter air. It didn’t bother Brent in the least, seeing as his bodybuilder physique had surpassed the limits of conventional strength and not even mother nature could tame him.

“Will you close the door, “replied Sea, a Labrador with a more toned and fit figure. He turned his head, getting a whip of that icy wind, as he glared back at his living mate. “It’s in the low twenty’s and I’d rather it stay outside.”

Brent only smirked, standing at an impressive height, having to duck shy of the top of the doorway. His muscles rippled beneath a sleek, ebony coat, defining raw power and determination, as he flexed one of his meaty pectorals. “It’s not that cold.”

“Says you,” barked back the other. “All that beef provides plenty of insulation I bet.”

The rottie flashed a toothy grin, before closing the door. “I keep telling you I’ll help you grow.”

“And I keep telling you, you got that on lock for the both of us.”

The pair had been living in the cozy home with one another for a few years now when last year Brent decided to rework the basement into his own personal gym. His days were often filled with rigorous workouts, pushing his limits to maintain his colossal build.

Again Brent held that charming smirk along his muzzle, sauntering himself toward the couch, where Sea had laid himself out on. As he drew closer, he tossed a small plastic bag he held in one paw.

It landed onto Sea’s lap, catching him off guard as he had returned to scrolling on his phone. “Oof! What th-” he looked at Brent. “What was that for?”

“What do you mean? I went out to grab you some chocolate. Remember?”

A blush came upon the labs face. “Oh, right.”

“A folks say I’m the himbo.”

“It was then as Sea looked back at his buddy that he saw in his other paw he held a much bigger bag or sac more like it. “What is in that one then?”

Brent’s face lit up like a christmas tree when he heard the question. “This,” he pointed to the bag, lifting it higher.

Sea nodded.

“I thought I’d try something different this offseason for my heavy bulk phase.”

“Oh,” came the curious reply, still shaking his head.

The muscular canine lumbard himself around the couch before dropping himself over it. Sea catching the behemoth of a dog pulled his foot paws just in time before they got buried by the male’s thick booty cheeks.

“Brent,” he loudly barked. “You are a himbo!”

He chuckled, flexing his pecs one again, making that stringer tank dance for him. “You made it out fine.” He brought the large sac onto the coffee table, followed by pulling out a white jug or moreso a jug with white liquid inside. “Have you ever heard of the GOMAD diet?”

“You mean where you drink a gallon of milk a day?”

“Yeah! That’s the exact one,” he proudly responded.

Sea couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his friend. “That’s not a new thing. It’s been around for a while.”

“Oh,” came the rottie, tilting his head. “I saw a thing in the dairy section about it at the store. Seemed new to them too.”

The yellow lab worked himself into an upright position, then huddled next to the wall of muscle. He placed a paw against his red tattooed shoulder, as it reminded him how packed full of beef he truly was. “It’s probably a promotion for the brand to sell more of their milk or something.”

“Then it worked,” he cheerfully barked. “Because I brought five gallons and ordered more for the remainder of the month!”

“Y-You what,” exclaimed Sea, looking up to see the beaming smile of his buddy. It helped to dull some of his apprehension but it still lingered.

“Yup! Gonna go full on in cause whole milk is known for getting that thick on,” he chuckled, patting at his middle. “If you know what I mean.”

Sea, still trying to wrap his brain around an entire month's supply of milk at their home could barely make a proper response. “But… you. Fat?”

“Fat? Who said anything about getting fat? I’m gonna turn all these extra thick calories into mega muscle gains,” he bolstered, flexing both of his huge biceps, surging them fuller. “Gonna go even further beyond and hopefully create a new bodybuilding tier of growth.”

While Brent basked in his own makeshift shift brilliance of shared his newfound discovery. Sea, raised a cautious eyebrow to it all. “So you say but as you mentioned not too long ago. This “diet” from what I’ve seen usually lent its talents to those looking to pork up and out.”

“Really,” came that bewildered head tilt once more from the rottie. “Guess that makes sense but you know me. I can turn anything into muscle for this bod. In fact!” He reached for the milk jug he had pulled out, twisting off the cap and started to pound it down his throat.

Undeterred, Brent embarked on the GOMAD journey, right then and there, while Sea’s own expression grew more and more surprised. His eyes left wide as he dropped his jaw, watching in awe as Brent chugged the entire gallon in a matter of a few strong gulps. Now this wasn’t a feat the labrador hadn’t seen before but the sheer earnestness and pride of his friend always astounded him ion one way or another.

As Brent finished it off, he gave out a heavy sigh, followed by a wet belch. “Oof… I think I can see why. That was hella tasty and fun!”

As Sea sat their, utterly baffled by it all, he finally shook his head to clear it. “You’re not supposed to drink it all in one sitting! You do one gallon per day!”

“Is that… bwroop… so. Think I remember seeing… oorp… that written.”

Sea facepalmed, listening to his buddy. “You truly are a himbo.”

***

The clang of metal lands as Brent lifts himself from under the bench press bar, letting out a big huff. His face and body covered in sweat with him wrapping up another day of brutal workout. He tilts his head down or he would if his pectorals, now acting like a shelving unit, didn't impede his movements. Thanks to his rigorous and extremely taxing reps he had inflated his chest line along with his boulderous shoulders and medicine ball sized biceps.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, stretching his neck to the side, feeling those bumped traps press back at his thick neck. “This milk a day shit has totally been working. I feel so much bigger and it's only been a month since I started.” He slammed a paw against his abdomen, offering it vigorous rubs while it had begun to bow outward in the last week.

“I’ll say,” came another gruff voice. A white and black furred canine dropping an obscene amount of weight onto the floorf from his backside. It all attached to another heavy metal rod as it gave out a loud bang the moment it struck the concrete. “Keep it up and you’ll end up looking like me,” he chuckled, patting at his own substaint heavy belly.

“Aw cmon,” replied Brent, throwing a towel at his other muscled pal. “Not you too Siri. I’ve been getting an earful from Sea since I started this whole thing.”

“Oh,” answered the Wakita, as he caught the towel, running it around his face and neck. “What’s he on about?”

The rottie rolled his eyes, letting out an annoying sigh. “Keeps saying I’m overdoing it and not ‘properly’ following the diet.”

“Wel;? Are you?”

Brent eventually rose from the bench, lumbering himself towards a huge stainless steel refrigerator. It’s one of those that could be found at a local frozen food aisle, except it was full of nothing but whole milk with a few spots being taken by heavy cream cartons. He tossed his towel over a shoulder and opened up the door. He let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling the cold chill waft around his figure. Those nipples of his grew hard as diamonds, poking out on either side of his stringer tank, while his body shuddered finally showing some give to the temp.

“That is always a good rush to help wake myself up,” he barked, grabbing one of the heavy cream cartons. “You want any Siri?”

“What the hell,” replied the fluffy canine. “I’ll take a gallon of milk.”

“Why don’t you have some cream with me instead!”

The Wakita tilted his head at the offer. “Cream? As in heavy cream?” He waddled himself over, feeling the burn with those thunderous thighs after his grueling squat routine. When he drew closer, to see that there was more than the milk. “Welp. That answers that. You really aren’t following the diet.”

Brent sniffed at the remark, taking out another carton. “Yeah well. Who needs to follow diets when I’ve got this bod from my own diet even before all this.”

“Hey. Hey,” came the disarming tone of the Wakita, waving his paws. “I’m not complaining. I do think it’s working for ya just fine buddy. Only saying that I see why Sea might be going a bit hard on ya.”

Brent’s charming grin returned, closing the door with his ample rear end. “Damn right! Look at all this,” he barked happily, while he stuttered about the room a bit like a rooster. His ass bounced with each step, coupled by his bounteous pec line and all those extra areas that had slowly started to lose their primed definition. Most notable around his waistline. Where he used to have that typical divot to show where his waist and thighs greeted one another, it had filled out. Not to mention his middle which had taken it’s fair share of gains as those abs pushed outward.

“Catch,” he called out, tossing the carton.

Siri caught in with relative ease, then eyeing it.

“Bottoms up!” Brent already chugging his down, still moving about the floor and pushing at his middle.

The Wakita could only shake his head, opening his own to follow suit.

“You two done down there,” came the questioning voice of Sea.

“Yeah… bwroop… we’re done,” responded the less than dignified rottie, polishing off his rich beverage. “Is food ready?”

An audible sigh could be heard from above the staircase. “Alright and yes it is. Make sure you pace yourself with all that milk though.” With that, he shut the door.

The Wakita looked over at Brent’s backside, taking stock of how much softer it had gotten. No longer could you see the tapered lining of his back muscles or not as they used to be. Sure, he could still see the bulging mass but it reminded him of his own physique where it was more about strength than showmanship.

He worked himself over, planting a paw at his pals side, giving it a firm grab. “Fell that mister big stuff?”

At the sudden and aggressive touch, it alerted the large hunk. “Feel what?”

“This,” he gave another squeeze at the other meaty flank.

When Brent finally noticed it, he let out a welcoming groan, pressing himself into that paw. “Fuck me! I’m putting on some thick!”

Siri chuckled, continuing to prod at his friend's side. “Told ya you were heading my way.”

“No way! Like I told Sea. I’ll be turning all of this into heaps of monster muscle by the time the cutting season hits.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so,” he sniffed, flexing his chest, making each one bounce and knock against his chin. “These have certainly puffed out though. Feel like I’ve started to have a pair of fucking breast.”

The Wakita let out a jovial laugh. “What better way to get them than through your own private stash of milk.”

The two laughed with one another in friendly merriment but Brent eventually pulled away when the sound of the door opened once more. “Are you two gonna come eat or let it all get cold!?”

“We're coming dude. We're coming,” he turned to Siri. “By the way. Thanks for hitting the grind with me today. Always welcome to pound some weight together.” He slapped at the white furred booty cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze. “If you know what I mean.”

“Why don’t we hit that up after food?”

With that, the two lust-fueled canines hurried up the staircase before they got another scolding from the homemaker.

***

“That right there is a full six months of heavy bulking,” huffed Brent, finishing off a gallon jug of heavy cream, and tossing it onto the basement floor. As it landed, it collected a lot with the other empty containers that had been left untouched, except for when Sea would finally go down and throw them all away.

“Who knew going so hard on this stuff would bring these kinds of results.”

“Who? I did,” answered the labrador, coming down the stairs. “Geez,” he nearly short circuited at the sight of how many jugs had collected since he cleared this place out a couple days ago. “How much longer are you gonna go with it? Isn’t your cut phase supposed to be starting soon?”

Brent hearing that mix of concerned intrigue only elated the overgrown rottie. He waddled himself around, having that simple tank top now fully stretched across his expansive chest line, while the bottom of it got wrapped and pulled under the sides of their demanding heft. Those juicy pectorals had inflated heavier, bunching against one another as they shoved at his chin line effortlessly. Each one capped by a bloated nipple the size of a doorknob. That red tat on his right shoulder had begun to stretch the boundaries of its proper placement but it still held its shape true.

“Uuuh… good question but I think I’m gonna go a bit more cause look at this beast,”he smacked at his huge middle. Those chiseled abs had vanished from view, all except the faint showing of a pair right below those heavy chest mounds as they were softer to accentuate the dominance of the canine's fully formed belly. It rounded out mightly with its weight, spanning on either side, while gaining a set of abundant love handles which sat on either side. As he reached for one portion of his belly as it started to grow a thick layer of softness below his darkened navel, it pushed up, creating a crease of fat which ran along towards one of his blubber flanks.

“More,” barked back Sea. “Are you sure? You seem to be losing the thing you pride yourself the most on. I know you said you can shred anything but don’t you think this is getting excessive?”

“Excessive,” questioned Brent, jostling at his belly. The more he did, that word stuck within his mind, and a cheesy grin worked along his muzzle. “Why shouldn’t I indulge though? I mean, I’ve never been so huge and I can still feel all my power and strength within all this.”

He spanned out his strongman arms, each one of them much like his chest and legs had lost majority of their definition but was replaced by heaps of plus-sized rottie flesh. He retained all of the major muscle groups, sending them into overdrive on growth, making it a bit difficult for him to fully maneuver them but that had only become an aphrodite for the hulking muscle beast. As he spread his arms on either side, great arches of mass flared out like bird wings as gentle ripples of flab could be seen.

“You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy what you see dude.”

At first a stern expression upon his face but as his eyes drifted around his friend's behemoth sized figure he couldn’t help but feel a stir within his pants and as they dipped lower that emotion woke even greater. He blushed, seeing how each of the rotties' thighs had ballooned in diameter. To the point they forced his already tremendous bulge to be propped forward for all to see. “Y-You’re not wrong…” He continued to gaze over each leg, noticing the briefs he wore were taxed by the sheer girth and weight of his entire lower body, as the front was elongated by that virile manhood, exposing the slightest hint of crotch pad.

Brent hearing those affirming words, pulled at the side of his briefs, sticking out a leg and giving it a hearty shake. As he did, it sent ripples across his indulgent figure, while his muscle stood firm allowing all of its mass to be swayed from side to side. “Then why don’t you come over here and get a feel for it yourself, cutie.”

A heat wave struck at the smaller canine's face, spreading throughout his body as his own manhood stiffened harder, pressing at his zipper. “I… I don’t know Brent. I kind of ha-”

Before the rest of his words could be said, his face was taken over by the giant canine’s belly. The enormity of it was enough to catch him off balance as his head grew dizzy at its presence. It was a strange feeling cause he used to be able to reach at his pecs but that middle now demanded his attention instead. Next, he felt his head get pressed against it and heard the gurgles and sloshing of all those rich digesting calories. He gave out a soft pleasing whine, as the rotties' big paw held him steady and the heat of his body seeped around the lab.

“I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking horn pup,” he shook his briefs once more before he thrusted his waist. Now needing to use all of his body to do so, thanks to the density of himself, which only sent every ounce of his muscles into a mix of wobbles and pumps but it was bliss for the two of them.

Sea’s face grew even darker with blush at the name calling, making his tail wag as he kissed at his buddy’s huge belly, and squeezing at a lovehandle.

Brent gave out heady moans, as he roamed his paw away from Seas’s head and to a nipple, giving it a tight twist as his bulge throbbed, pulling at his undies. “Fuuuuuuuck! It’s good to be a thick beast! A fuck beast! I’m gonna go as big as I can!”

“Yes,” groaned out Sea, finding himself slipping deeper and deeper into worshiping his beast pal but this had certainly been a hidden kink for him. Not one he ever thought he’d be able to witness but one he was more than willing to give way for the two.

***

“BWRAAAAAAP,” came the most guttural and raunchy belch that rang out into the basement air. “Sea! Sea!”

The labrador in question was standing only a few feet from the rottie as he opened up one of the now four refrigerators. All of them holding jugs of various heavy cream brands inside. Sea turned his head at the boisterous call. “I’m moving as fast as I can blubber mutt.” That statement couldn’t have been more true for the once fit canine. While the months rolled in another four, making it nearly a whole year. He himself seemed to have taken more than a liking to his friend's indulgence. He reached for two of the jugs, letting a wad of flab dangle off his arm as it jiggled, knocking back at his thick moob side.

“You’re looking…hic… mighty wide back… oorp… there,” teased Brent, reaching up to one of his massive chest mounds. Not a trace of muscle could be spotted above but it had certainly been buried under all that flab seeing as it held some semblance of what pecs should look like. Still, his sausage fingers pushed and grabbed at what he could trailing down to each bloated nipple the size of a small plate. He huffed, feeling his brow get wet from sweat as he continued to fondle at his corpulent self. “Hungry… bwroop…,” he dipped his flabby chin against a lower, fatter chin that meshed against those pillowy mounds.

“I bet you are,” smiled Sea, waddling himself. That belly of his finally getting big enough to sag and stretch past his waistline in the last month. Neither of them had on any clothes nor been wearing them a month prior to that. The overweight lab made his way towards the titanic rottie, feeling his own softness jiggle and rub against itself. He let out a whine, looking down at his plump moobs that had grown more perky the more he gained.

Brent had made a note to constantly call him out on them too. “Look at those… hilp… fucking tits bounce… oof….” I thought mine were…hic… big but your’s could actually…bwrooop… look like them the fatter you…hilp…  grow.”

Sea blushed knowing it was probably true but that in itself was exciting and pleasurable. His own lower torso had taken on considerably more heft than his upper side leaving him with that pear shaped figure. He always was one to tote around his backside and now it was becoming more and more prominent for him to not parade it around.

He gave Brent both of the jugs, one for each paw as he opened one, then the other. “There you are. Now glut on those while I order us some pizza.”

Brent’s charming smile could still be seen, even if his blubbery face cheeks, now the size of his once smaller moobs wedged back on his lips. “Fuck… hilp.. Yeah! More food… ooorp…” He lifted one of the jugs, as he could feel the strain to his arm burn through it. That simple task had started to become harder but he took it in stride as a means for workout. Granted, his real workouts had dwindled in the last two months, being filled up by more fast food and chugging sessions. At some point, maybe it was when he broke the couch under his enormity, a switch had clicked that sent a shift to his psyche of what the word thick now meant to him. As his workout grew less, his intake of everything else only increased. It now took daily refills of all the fridges to sate his thirst, which amplified his own hunger for greasy calories.

The couch though, nowhere to be seen had been delivered and brought down to the basement for the rottie to have somewhere to sit .As he guzzled down jug after jug, it didn’t last long due to the tremendous weight Brent continued to pile on, breaking it under his own couch sized ass cheeks. Each one now mounted higher and higher in the back acting like blubbery hills. The immensity of them, pushed back on all those meaty backrolls of flab leading up to that ring of neck fat.

He polished them both off in a matter of seconds, practically inhaling the liquid as if his life depended on it. “BWWAAaaaAARRRrrrRRRRPPPP,” he blasted out again. Those bleary eyes of his caught in a dizzying mess of hedonistic greed. “This… hilp… this is the… hic… life. To be su… oorp… such a… bwrooop… fatass… hilp…”

He went to toss them, only for them to fall out of his paws and bounce off his slides of caked lard flanks. They found a home to mingle with all the other empty containers that had collected over the past weeks. Where Sea used to be the cleanup crew, had grown more lazy and lethargic, seeing the stairs as more of a hurdle than help.

“Alright! I ordered thirty pizzas. Twenty for you and ten for me,” he beamed with pride, waddling himself back over once more. He stretched out his arms, placing both paws against his pals' heaving mass of belly. It shoved its upper heft onto those splayed out moobs, forcing them to maneuver around its density before sloping downward in a more malleable state. “Goodness. Gonna make sure this beast never stops, right?”

Brent tried to grin but those plump paws had become the activator for his arousal as he gave out a sensual moan, followed by a wet belch of gas. “Y-You… ooorp… said it… hilp…” He leaned his head back, nestling around that ring of neck flab, letting it push onto his face cheeks while he rolled his eyes around. That stomach of his sloshed all that cream and other various foods he had been stuffing inside it that day. His belly jiggled over each thunderous thighs and puring past his crotch until it landed onto the floor.

“Really made sure you got those thick gains,” cooed Sea, working a few digits into the other elongated navel, before swirling them around.

“Ooooooooo…. Bwroop… so… so… so… hic… thick… faaaat…. Hilp…,” he moaned louder, tossing his head side to side, while his arms gently flailed at his sides, smacking at his own girth. “M-More… huff… more cream… gotta… gotta grow… hilp… fatter…”

“You got it handsome,” Sea pushed himself off sending a wave of ripples throughout the rottie as he went back to grab another serving for the glutton hearing him moan and speak of the beast he will continue to be. He could let the fella get it himself but seeing as the days passed and even that was growing fainter why not allow him the permanent rest he’s worked so hard for.

***

In the following days, the labrador had ordered and gotten installed an industrial sized mixing machine now housed within the living room and right above where the blubberous rottie remained, basking in their indulgent way of life. As the finishing touches were done, those being the long, circular attached, and the mixture now set inside. Sea couldn’t help but rub his paws together, as he saw the installation folks out the door. When the door shut, he turned himself around to look at the pristine mechanical marvel.

The labrador himself hadn’t gone untouched by the enormity of his pal. All that good food he constantly was woofing down had made some of its way to his own mouth. He had packed on a good amount of weight in the following week. That pear shaped frame had only increased its demand for space when it came to those doughy hips and meaty lovehandles now jiggling heavily above. His own belly stretched lower as it hung well past his crotch, slapping at his huge thunder thighs.

He had taken the stairs to watch each day how the progress was going and each time those soft legs burned going up and down the measly fifteen steps. Didn’t help that his blubberous ass cheeks had taken on some much flab that they now sagged, pressing against his dimpled thighs. He huffed and groaned, waddling himself over in his nude state. “Goodness,” he giggled, stretching off to hsi side to reach the front of the hose and then making his way further towards a switch. “Yes. Yes,” he said, inspecting the instructions. “This should have a five minute delay once I slip this.”

With that, he did just that as the hum of the machine began and the canine started his own trek once more to the stairs down to the basement. With each labored step, those meaty inner thigh rolls rub vigorously, already heating up that warm sensation even before he reached the stairs but he held true to his destination. “I’m coming Brent,” he called from the oen doorway.

“BBBBWWWWWAARRRRPPPP,” is all that was heard in response.

Sea giggled at the gassy action, sniffing the air as it had filled and collected with all the scents he continued to provide. “That’s my glutton.” He placed one foot in front of the other as he made his descent and it wasn’t but five steps down that he heard the machine kick up in its noise, followed by the hose filling out as a steady stream of the liquid spilled out. “What,” he exclaimed. “I had…” As he watched it continue to send out more of the concoction, the labrador couldn’t help but smell the alluring aroma it offered.

He licked those lips, bringing it closer and closer to his muzzle. Why let it go to waste before he made it to his buddy. It was because of him and his diligence that they even had it here, right? He held onto that thought, stuffing the hose in his mouth and started to suck down the mixture. The flavor wasn’t anything that special. A simple vanilla but the sheer thickness of the heavy cream was more like eggnog, forced him to chug and make heavy gulps the more it propelled itself into his stomach.

As fast as he drank it down, it also took that quick of an effect on his waistline. His hips speedily touched both the wall and stair railing while his moobs surged in heft while they bloated pressing at his third chin. The labrador lost in the intoxicating rush his figure was now experiencing couldn’t hear the wooden stairs below him start to groan from the expanding weight being forced on them. As he woofed down more and more, his belly and ass equally lurched fuller and rounder, while reams of flabby rolls formed to accommodate such greed.

The stairs groaned louder, starting to crack and splinter which finally caught the ear of the labrador who pulled away from the unrelenting hose. As he did, he felt a wave of heaviness take over before letting out a guttural belch. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHH…..” He took one step, only to find his waist now pulling against the wall, causing resistance for the dog to now deal with. The lard-caked canine forced his way down the stair, still in a trance from the mixture he had consumed, feeling his insides slosh all of it around. “Brent… hilp… this stuff… hic… is… bwroop… so good… hilp…”

When he finally reached the ground floor, the stairs behind him looked ready to snap if another foot was placed on them. His own blubberous form rippled as his hips were finally free to spread out to their full measure. To say he had a pear shape was an understatement to the vastness he now took up.  His waist alone could take up a half the span of a garage door. He had to take long wide strides to accommodate those massive thigh rolls, as they struck at his knee length belly hang.

“H-Here… hilp… this.. For… oorp… you…”

Sea tried his best to maneuver his new size, mashing it against the rotties even fatter self as they jiggled and sloshed against one another. A unison of moans and belches sounded from the pair of flabby canines until the hose found its way inside Brent’s hungry muzzle.

He latched on, having the same sensational rush come over him. He sucked on it like he hadn’t drank anything in ages, and much like Sea, the results became apparent in seconds. No amount of flab could hide the influx of more that piled upon his already massive form.

In a matter of moments, Brent woozily moaned through half shut eyes. His swelling gut lifted his foot paws off the ground, pooling all around him in a bed of glorping black fur. His foot paws and paws were swallowed up by his wrists and ankles. The rolls on his back bunched and swelled thicker, looking more like black hills which sloped their way down to the chunky roll of fat enveloping the back of his head. His rump now surpassed that of hills and mighty resembling that of mountains as they continued to tower higher and higher above his head.

All he could do was drink as his face cheeks bloated rounder til they pressed around the hose itself, keeping it secure until the  tanker on the machine had given out the last ounce of the mixture. The roiling of his gorge collided with his inner stomach like waves upon a cliff, filling him with so much stimulation the very act of breathing caused him to wince.

“Y-You… hic… okay… broowp… B-Brent… hilp…”

Somehow the nozzle of the hose came from his mouth, letting out a wet hiccup. With each one, it violently caused his amorphous body to convulse in every direction, pulsating his blubbery form, which now took up a commanding presence of the basement. Only the portion where Sea was forced back to, leaving him enough space for his own immensity to be.

Brent’s own head and ears were nestled by all the reams of neck fat, as he could not only feel the roar of his gut but hear it and the dual senses put him in a near catatonic state of being. “So… hilp… full… ooorp… full… hic… but… hilp.. Need more… bwoorp… more..  Fat… hilp…”

“More… hic…,” came Sea, woozily giggling at the sight of his pal. “You sure… hic.. Are one greedy… hic… glutton…”

Brent could only moan and hiccup, while the labrador pressed himself against some portion of the titanic fat rottie. “Oooooh…. Hilp… such gorging… hic… feast… hoooh… but… hic… more… hilp…”

“I’ll see.. Hic… what I can do for ya… hilp…,” Sea continued to prod and rub his pudgy paws across the doughy expanse of his buddy, listening to his fatty ramblings of more. The unending desire to grow and be the biggest and greatest sight to ever be witnessed.