Moo-scle Madness: Rough Draft Part 4

“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 thought, 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 the moth 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.