The Force Feeding - Part 3: Main Course

CJ looked up at his friend, a slow smile spreading over his face as the huge canine’s words sank in. “Right away, big guy!” He sketched a salute and then hurried toward the table, loading up a large tray which he’d modified with a strap that he could wear over one shoulder to allow him to carry it one handed. “Main course is Tex-Mex, big dog, I hope you like seasoned beef and beans, spicy taquitos, and carne asada!” 

Shep’s tail wagged against the chair making a loud thumping noise as the chair collapsed another couple centimeters due to the corpulent giant’s shift in position. CJ hoisted the tray and scaled the ladder, the fat human rubbed the dog’s enormous girth as he climbed. Careful not to press too firmly into the pooch’s colossal paunch.

Shep was beyond stuffed, he could barely see straight but it felt amazing and he couldn’t tap out before he put everything away…he had a reputation to uphold. So when CJ reached the top of the ladder he opened wide for the fat human to slide a burrito twice as thick as a football and three times as long into his mouth. 

“Steak and peppers with green sauce and seasoned rice.” CJ reported, gently scratching under the enormous G. Shep’s chin, his fingers sank deeply into the plush ring of neck and hanging chin rolls, as the canine chewed and swallowed. The human followed this first offering with a seven layer burrito, then a three meat taco with extra cheese. Though he could hear the dog’s breathing becoming more labored, and his chewing was becoming markedly slower with each mouthful Shep still ate rapidly and always opened eagerly for each subsequent offering. 

The massive dome of the overstuffed hound’s girth swelled outward with each mouthful, it reaches the table which CJ had moved clear to the other side of the room within a few minutes. With no more room for the table to be pushed away, the immense size and weight of the canine’s girth causes the table to pop and crack as it swells outward. 

As CJ is scooping the contents of a huge taco salad Shep’s mouth with a ladle he notices that his friend’s eyes are pinched closed and he looks very uncomfortable. “Hey…uh, d-d’you need something to help you finish this? I’ve got some digestion enhancers if you want...” 

Shep growls and glares at CJ, who wilts a little under the gaze, but as the human timidly spoons three more heaping mouthfuls into the dog’s mouth his expression softens some and, with a puff and a groan, he says, “Mmph…maybe…I can go on my own power for a little longer at least.” 

CJ nods, relieved immensely that he hadn’t really stepped on the dog’s tail so to speak, and returns to feeding his enormous friend at a slightly slower pace to allow Shep ample time to manage each mouthful. Bigger and bigger the dog’s girth bloats out with what must now be well over 10 tons of food resting heavily inside it, the table abruptly snaps in half allowing Shep’s belly to relax onto the floor and cover the wreckage a few seconds later. 

“Uph…that’s…better.” Shep murmurs between the last few bites of the taco salad, after breaking up the mixing bowl sized folded and fried edible bowl and feeding it to the hound CJ begins alternating between chimichangas and enchiladas. CJ keeps his rhythm slow as Shep doggedly wolfs down every morsel he’s offers, his belly swelling outward steadily emitting sounds like an overstressed balloon as it dominated what space remains in the kitchen. Every now and then low gurgling can be heard and Shep would moan, holding up a paw to forestall another mouthful. But so far every time this happened a few seconds later, usually after emitting an apartment rattling belch, he would indicate his readiness to continue. 

Despite knowing that Shep’s stomach is infinitely stretchable, CJ feels more and more conflicted about stuffing the corpulent canine further he can tell Shep’s in some pain and…not wanting to cause his friend more discomfort than necessary to get him fed to the level of fullness he wants. Time and time again, however, if CJ would hesitate Shep would bark or growl for more and CJ hurried to comply. Eventually the stupendously stuffed Shep polished off the first tray, and CJ climbed down to load it up again. 

This afforded the colossal canine a moment’s reprieve in which CJ hastily piled the tray up with taquitos, quesadillas, chorizo, huevos rancheros, and even a huge tureen of tortilla soup. As CJ climbed back up the ladder, Shep was puffing and burping softly the entire time letting out a soft whine as CJ got close enough to start placing the heavy calorie dense foods into his mouth. 

CJ kept up the feeding, not wanting to frustrate the enormous dog by being too slow, but also wishing that he had an extra pair of hands to give the corpulent canine a thorough belly massage and help relieve some of the discomfort he must be feeling as more and more food piles up inside him. More and more food goes into the dog, with no indication that he’s ready to stop despite his obvious growing discomfort, eventually CJ hurries off to fetch a cold cloth to wipe Shep’s forehead with and clean up the little smears of sauce and cheese around his muzzle. 

After the second tray is completely cleaned off, and CJ climbs down to pile it high again he decides he’s going to give Shep the digestive aid if only to relieve some of his discomfort…and hope that bringing it up again doesn’t make Shep too mad. The fat human looks over the dishes arrayed on the counter, still about two thirds covered with various Tex-Mex dishes on hot plates to keep them toasty until they’re ready for consumption, then he glances at the enormous and bloated ball of Shep’s belly, awed by its enormity. The huge mound of food and fat is thrice the human’s height, and probably five or six times that measure wide…and even as CJ watches it looks like it’s swelling larger. 

There’s a brief and quickly stifled whimpering that solidifies CJ’s decision to get the digestion aid, he sets the tray down on the counter and rummages in the cabinet for a few minutes until he lays a hand on a small vial of glowing red fluid. Even as he pockets it he feels slightly guilty and torn but he straightens up and grabs the tray, then climbs back up to continue packing his friend full of as much food as possible. 

Once he reaches the top of the ladder this time he pulls out the vial and rubs Shep’s plump cheek until he turns to look. “I’m gonna…give this to you,” CJ holds up the vial, “to help you digest the food faster.” The fat human says, bracing for Shep’s ire…but it doesn’t come. 

“Y-yeah…give it…it means more food…in the long run…” The massive dog murmurs and opens his mouth, cupping and sloping his tongue for CJ to pour the potion on. 

Relieved, CJ immediately tips the luminous fluid down the dog’s throat. Shep groans softly and swallows every drop of it down, then closes his eyes. The portly pooch puffs and moans as the gurgling from his belly grows louder. A few moments pass without any other visible effect. Then there’s a soft rumble, unlike the loud gurgling sounds of digestion from a moment before, and the fat behemoth of a dog begins to swell again. This time his body puffing up with fat, slowly but steadily. 

Shep laps at his muzzle and sinks down on his seat with a sigh, “That’s better…now weren’t you in the middle of feeding me?” The canine says with the slightest hint of a growl, eyes narrowing as they fall on the fat human. 

CJ stammers and tries to babble out an apology for the brief delay but stumbles over his words for a few moments before abandoning the attempt entirely, actions speak louder than words anyway. The human gets back to stuffing the enormous German shepherd with Tex-Mex, working fast to try and keep the doughy dog in a state of slightly uncomfortable fullness. Mostly managing to do so, he taps the commands on his phone that lower the feeding tube so he can keep up Shep’s consumption each time he has to climb down to refill the tray. 

After three more refills of the tray, and the interspersed tube feeding, the impact of the rapid digestion potion and the huge amount of food in the enormous dog’s stomach is evident. Every part of the huge canine has plumped up, his belly no longer appears firm from the pressure of the food in his stomach; a doughy softness has returned to it. The blubbery hound’s arms have grown pillowier with the upper arms drooping over his elbows, and his forearms beginning to envelop his huge paws. The seat under the bloating behemoth pops and finally collapses nearly flat to the floor, but Shep is able to stay in an upright seated position thanks to his now significantly fatter rear swelling out behind him. 

CJ stares for a moment longer, now that Shep has the tube to slurp from between trays he’s not quite as insistent on speed in the downtime while CJ reloads but he does still cast a slightly impatient eye on the fat human. This is always enough to nudge the plump man back into action. After four more tray refills the obese glutton has grown so much fatter that the chair he’d been seated in is no longer visible under his mass, and the food is greatly depleted. CJ begins to worry…again…that he may not have enough food. 

Now it’s not only Shep’s food bloated belly that’s swelling outward to fill CJ’s apartment, it’s the enormous dog’s entire fat body. The more time that passes after receiving the dose of digestive potion, the faster Shep eats. And the more CJ tries to speed the feeding up to keep pace. Despite the human’s best efforts, the fat expanding mound of dog outstrips his pace of feeding every time, which has CJ questioning his judgement in offering the digestive aid. More concerning, the rumbling noises from Shep’s belly are starting to sound more like hunger than digestion and overfull gurgling. Within another half hour, Shep has inhaled every last morsel of Tex-Mex, and CJ is exhausted. 

“Mooooooooore!” The deep thunderous demand echoes, shaking the apartment as much as the impact of Shep’s rear had when the chair completely collapsed. “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!” 

Puffing and panting from the cardio workout that feeding Shep had become, CJ leans against the counter dismayed. He’s out…tapped. Except for some baking mixes, brownies, and a few containers of cookies. But none of that will cut it for this guest, Shep would inhale those in an instant. There has to be something else…

The portly human looks up, the tube. He can activate the emergency replicator vat…and plug Shep up to it. CJ grimaced, that’s the biggest pain to replace, but at this point…he can’t have his friend hungry in his house now can he?

“I’ve got it, big dog!” CJ shouted breathlessly and began to climb up the ladder again. As he got closer to Shep’s head the enormous dog growled and began to drool a bit…CJ hoped he personally wasn’t the cause of that. “Open up, I’m out of food, but there’s a few thousand gallons of shake still!” 

Shep’s eyes sparkled and his maw fell open, letting his tongue loll out. CJ quickly inserted the nozzle and turned the pressure up to a high medium…that should keep Shep happy and make the vat last a little longer…

“Alright big dog…I got…it really took it out of me, helping you with that feast, so I’m gonna shower and be back ASAP.” CJ called, Shep didn’t seem to notice. 

Before he left, CJ took a few moments to watch as his friend’s corpulent rolls steadily filled his kitchen, now jiggling their way closer and closer to the walls. The dog’s thick lovehandle had covered the counter on the far side of the room…and there wasn’t much room to get to the door around the huge hound. 

As he watched the soft canine blubber swell over the tile floor, and saw how fervently Shep was gulping at the tube, CJ thought it prudent to start some of those baking mixes…just in case. So before he left he mixed up the brownies, the chocolate cake, and the pound cake. He put those in the oven, and then went to get cleaned up.

To be continued…