The Force Feeding: Part 4 - Just Desserts (Finale)

  (note: implied vore [soft])

CJ huffed in dismay as he looked up at the mountain of canine corpulence that loomed over him when he came back from his shower dressed in one of his old exercise outfits. He had thought to prepare, pocketing a few additives from his stores in a back room, but his expectations were blown out of the water by what he’d returned to, after taking the sight in for a moment he thought loomed may not have been a strong enough word…hulked maybe…or “dominated his entire field of view”, yeah that’s better. 

He had to fight his way back into the kitchen and dining area past huge mounds of rippling blubber that had billowed out to fill nearly the entire space and which had started to pour through the doorway. Everything was flooded with dog flab which he could feel expanding against him as he squeezed past, except for the area right around the oven. It was kept clear by some of the fail safes sigils CJ had installed after one too many extra rich meals had resulted in his dinner guests completely outgrowing his apartment, though now that CJ considered the current state of the place he had to admit what he’d had in place certainly wasn’t matching up to Shep’s gluttonous appetite and prodigious ability to store poundage. More concerning the glyphs he’d etched into the tiles surrounding his emergency food prep area were burning with a brighter orange light than he’d ever seen them emit before, they were also crackling softly and letting out tiny wisps of smoke.

The pump was whirring and whining loudly already as well, CJ could hear it straining to keep up with the German shepherd’s awe inspiringly rapid gulping. Further increasing the obese host’s sense of urgency, CJ could see the tube deflating noticeably with each time the massive hound gulped, which could only mean the replicator vat was reaching the end of its ability to regenerate. This assumption was supported by the steadily increasing volume of the pump’s rattling. 

“Me and my big mouth, why do I always promise these ravenous blobs that they’ll leave my place stuffed?” He groaned to himself and turned his attention to the oven, the cakes and the brownies were done so he swept his still-damp hair back from his face and pulled them out catching a whiff of the creamy scented body wash he’d used and dimly questioning the wisdom of that choice today… 

Flapping a kitchen towel at them to help them cool with one hand, the frost glyph stitched onto it doing all the real work, he rummaged through the cabinets for another special additive that might hopefully make this meager offering more filling. Glancing back over his shoulder, the man could tell that Shep’s stomach was still drum tight under all that soft plush flab from how it bowed upward. Maybe this would prove a satisfactory capstone to the feast after all.

CJ finally laid a hand to his piece de resistance additive; Cypho’s Bottomless Bakery Spice, guaranteed to make your pastries rise to any feasting occasion. CJ chuckled, “Well, we’re putting your products to the test today, Master Baker Cypho. You’ve probably never had a customer as gluttonous as this one.” 

With a hand that trembled slightly, CJ shook first the sparkling goldish Bakery Spice over the brownies, then the pound cake, and finally the large strawberry cream cake. Each of the three confections glowed and pulsed as the spice settled onto them. He glanced over his shoulder at the humongous hound still hoovering in the replicator shake and chanced letting the three final offerings sit for a second before sprinkling a few drops of his own additives on them. With a soft pulse of rosy light each appeared to become slightly spongier and swelled just a bit.  Grinning and feeling more confident, CJ took down a plate and cut a quarter of the brownie pan out. Sure enough with a warbling pulse the pan refilled itself, the regenerated portion looked even more fattening and tempting than before. CJ hurriedly slathered the strawberry cream cake with oodles of his homemade strawberry cream cheese frosting until it was practically dripping off. 

It was a challenge for the corpulent man not to taste the three desserts he’d just finished, but he held himself in check. They were so beautiful, and he’d basically drenched them with most of his stores of emergency stuffing/gluttony magic so they called to him. He knew they should be fine, and hopefully to his friend’s liking, he’d made all these recipes before anyway just without the massive quantities of fattening potions. 

Finally the pans were cool enough to handle and CJ gathered them up and began to scale the shifting expanding mounds of Shep’s enormous jiggling girth. He was careful not to put too much weight on the impossibly bloated stomach that he could feel stretching and filling under about a two or three foot thick layer of belly fat. 

CJ reached Shep’s muzzle without a moment to lose apparently, the tube protruding from the obese dog’s mouth was collapsed like the straw in a particularly thick shake tends to if the drinker is too zealous. There was almost no replicator vat shake left; mere trickles were flowing along the sides of the collapsed tube. And CJ could hear soft disconsolate whimpering coming from Shep even over the straining pump in the ceiling almost directly overhead. 

“Hey bud, I brought some cakes and some brownies.” CJ said, holding the newest offerings in his arms up and pushing back the plump mounds of Shep’s cheeks so the massively blobbular hound could see them better. 

Shep scoffed and dropped the nozzle in his maw, his tongue impatiently licking at the last few drops coming from it. “That’s nothing dude, I need more than that!” The last word stretched into a long belch that was also partially a soft whine of discomfort. CJ grinned

“I promise, it’s more than it looks like!” CJ said defensively lifting the plate and pushing the quarter-pan worth of brownie into the dog’s mouth, “Look.” He held up the pan, still full, and then didn’t bother with the knife and just pulled a big hunk of brownie out, almost half of it came but a moment later the pan was full again. He crammed this fudgy mass of brownies into Shep’s mouth while he was still laboriously chewing on the previous maw packing hunk of fudgy, chocolatey, decadent brownie. “I just hope it’s enough, big dog needs a filling dinner and a big dessert.” 

CJ put his hand under Shep’s muzzle and gently scratched at the soft rippling chin flab before repeating the process several times. Shep quickly adapted and was soon lapping the brownies into his mouth, cleaning all the stray crumbs away from CJ’s hand before he could even get them close enough to shove the handfuls in him. More than once when CJ had managed to push a handful in, Shep’s teeth gently closed around the pudgy man’s wrist to slow him pulling away long enough to make sure no morsel had escaped his gullet. 

After ten minutes of feeding Shep brownies, CJ could tell the pan was taking longer to refill. And then finally CJ removed the last bit and the pan remained stubbornly empty. Shep insisted that CJ hold the pan up so he could methodically clean it of any deliciously caloric residue, and then CJ restarted the process with the pound cake. Slice after slice after slice disappeared into the German shepherd’s insatiable maw, but thankfully the plate replenished at least as quickly as the brownies had when he’d started with them. 

As this stage of the feeding continued, Shep seemed to slow slightly and CJ was able to cram handfuls of his sweet confections in more often. More and more frequently Shep would gently stop CJ from pulling his hand back to lick up the crumbs. And once, the fat man was almost certain the gluttonous hound was going to swallow him whole when his mouth closed completely around his wrist and sucked with such force that CJ’s arm slid into Shep’s maw up to his elbow. 

“Whoopsie,” Shep had said after letting CJ go that time, but there was a glint in the blubberous hound’s eye that made CJ shiver a little. 

“Hey, no worries…right!” CJ tried to laugh it off, not sure how to process the feelings that surged through him, “Just…make sure I get to finish feeding you, okay?” 

Shep nodded, or CJ thought he might have nodded, that glint still in his eye. It was hard to tell with so any tons of lard wreathing the obese German shepherd’s head. Looking around CJ could also tell that his friend was much fatter, there were muffled creaking and grinding sounds that made him certain that his apartment probably didn’t have any more interior walls. The floor felt saggier too…and was the ceiling cracked??? He shook his head and went back to pushing more and more pound cake into the ponderous pooch. 

Finally, the magical replicating spice and the other additives gave up the ghost on the pound cake as well. CJ held the plate up for Shep to lick it clean of any crumbs and then pulled his magnum opus closer. The three tier, heavily frosted, strawberry cream cake that CJ knew was one of Shep’s favorite things. He could hear the soft whine of longing that came from his corpulent lunch guest and smiled. 

“I’d hoped you’d be happy with this one!” CJ chuckled and cut a thick slice to offer Shep. The dog was so fat now that CJ was almost completely enfolded in his cheeks, he was reclining on the cascade of Shep’s chins with his back to the sofa or possibly compact car sized mound of the dog’s right cheek. From above, CJ was pressed almost completely against the ceiling now, and the creaking and grinding noises were getting more intense as CJ continued to feed Shep the strawberry cake. 

Before the replication of the final cake even slowed, there was a massive crashing noise and the roof sheered away. A horrendous grinding sound followed as the building finally found itself bested by the tonnage of canine corpulence it was trying to hold. Passerby on the street would have seen the apartment building’s walls bowing slightly, with all of the windows on several floors completely filled with black or brown something when suddenly with a tremendous crack the walls had exploded off letting a deluge of rippling dog flab lurch outward. The top of the building toppled off and the rest of the structure slowly collapsed under the colossal blob that was revealed. 

Panicking, CJ grabbed the platter with the strawberry cake on it and scrambled closer to Shep’s muzzle. The jostling and wobbling almost made him lose his grip on it. He slumped to the side trying to hold the cake but to his horror it was toppling off of the platter. There was a heavy kind of splatting sound and CJ then heard Shep let out a groan of pleasure. The whole thing had fallen right into the gluttonous canine’s muzzle and he gulped it down eagerly. It continued to replicate in his maw as Shep swallowed it down, but his ravening voracious appetite proved faster than the spells which regenerated the cake. Finally, every last crumb and stray smear of frosting was gulped and lapped up. Everything except…

“Hrmmph…you said, I’d leave your apartment unable to eat another bite…” Shep said, panting softly, his eyes glinting as he stared at CJ, practically smothered in folds of the massive hound’s cheek fat. One hand, still caked with crumbs and frosting rested right by Shep’s muzzle. “Well, I’m not in your apartment anymore, and I could definitely eat.” 

CJ gulped and felt the obese dog’s teeth close around his hand again, at first licking and lapping at strawberry cake crumbs and frosting. Then, with a half-smile, Shep’s muzzle closed over CJ’s hand. 

Shhhhlorp!

The End