The Force Feeding - Part 1: Sampler

This is a gift fic I wrote for a friend of mine and one of my first forays into an area of wg fic I don't visit often, furry/anthro fic. If that's not something you're into then you probably won't be into this. 

Shep also has a patreon and does really high quality art so you should check him out and support his page if you've got the extra dough. 

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CJ paced through the kitchen, every surface was laden with food, all of it fattening and all of it tempting. But hungry as he was, CJ didn’t touch any of it. He kept checking the time and looking at the door. “Damn…I hope that’s wide enough…” He murmured, looking at the modified frame. Three of him could have stood shoulder to shoulder in it, but CJ’s lunch guest was…shall we say, Large and in Charge. 

He’d just turned to check the fridge, stocked fully with dozens of gallons of creamy shakes when he felt a tremor in the floor, then another which seemed closer. The impacts continued, intensifying as they did. Soon, CJ’s dishes were rattling in the cupboards and the vibrations those impacts were causing made him to stumble a little as he tried to walk toward the door. 

CJ noticed a large bowl of cheesy pasta nudging toward the edge of the table just in time and hurried to keep it from tumbling to the floor, then rushed to the door and threw it open. Just in time to find himself face to belly with a colossal German shepherd anthro. The fluffy dome of Shep’s belly preceded him into the room, gently pressing against CJ who hadn’t gotten out of the way fast enough. Nearly toppling over backwards as the massive heavy dome of dog fat pressed against him, CJ managed to grab one of the chairs to keep himself on his feet. 

“Hey Shep! You’re right on time, I’m glad you decided to have lunch with me…I hope it’s enough.” CJ stammered a little, in awe of the towering corpulent canine. Shep continued into the room, stepping a little more carefully now so just the kitchen shook rather than the whole building.

The plump human gestures to an extremely wide padded chair, “Everything’s ready to eat.” CJ lifts the huge starter platter he’d prepared earlier with a grunt of effort, “I wasn’t sure when you’d get here…so I put your first plate together for you while I waited,” he slides it in front of Shep as the massive dog settles onto the chair, it creaks and pops under him and Shep’s wide rear hangs over the sides of the chair by several inches.

Shep doesn’t say anything at first, but instead picks up a seven pound steak and drops it into his mouth whole, chewing languidly. “Sure this’ll actually be a meal for me, small-fry? Cause what I see…kinda looks like a snack.” The dog grins and pokes the plump human’s midsection. “And I usually ask for seconds.” Shep’s tongue laps slowly over his muzzle.

CJ chuckles nervously, but then nods with confidence, “There’s plenty more. Your reputation, and your girth, has definitely preceded you. Besides, there’s no way I’d let a lunch guest go unsatisfied.” CJ quickly tries to shift several of the larger dishes into easier reach for the huge dog, ‘God I hope it’s enough…’ He thinks again as he pushes a massive bowl of mac and cheese further down the table.

Shep seems pleased with this reply and either doesn’t notice CJ’s nervousness or isn’t concerned with it, and then turns back to his plate laden with burgers the size of bicycle wheels, huge slices of pizza, fried drumsticks that look as if they could have come from dinosaurs, and an assortment of other enormous versions of common food along with enormous quantities of normal sized foods. He lets one of his heavy paws drop onto the first burger. Its wheel sized diameter still almost disappears under his palm, then he lifts it and packs the entire thing into his maw.

CJ stared in awe as Shep gorged, making quick work of food that had taken hours to cook. Whole six pound burgers disappeared in seconds, an entire suckling pig…all 70 pounds of it…gone in minutes. There was no noticeable bulge in Shep’s belly even after he’d cleared half the table, so CJ knew there was a long way to go before the big dog was full, he began to hurry around the table shifting the dishes down closer to his lunch guest, who was now leaning over it and grabbing whole hams, turkeys, pot roasts, and roast chickens to shove into his mouth. Eating each of these huge hunks of meat, all five or more pounds apiece, in one or two bites. A low basso rumble echoed from the corpulent canine’s belly, a cue for CJ to really step on it. 

Gauging Shep’s rate of eating, and the amount of food left on the table, he expects that he’s got a few minutes to bring the next course in. So CJ dashes out of the kitchen as quickly as his fat legs will carry him, and grabs two of the heavy duty carts that he’d loaded up with food throughout the day. He looks around the room, 8 more carts…about 30 gallons of shake, and what’s left on the table and the counters…might do it…yeah might do it. 

He pushes the carts back into the kitchen to see Shep tilting the table up and just letting food slide right into his mouth. A loaf of garlic bread, a bowl of pasta with meat sauce slides down before tipping its contents into his mouth, and a big tray of dumplings disappear into Shep’s stomach and CJ can’t help but stare as the portly dog tips the huge tureen of gravy and mashed potatoes up without missing a beat and slurps it all down like he’s drinking a smoothie. By the time CJ snaps out of it Shep has cleared the entire table of food. 

“CJ! More, now. I don’t want to have to get up, I just want to eat!” Shep booms, a hint of a growl in his voice. The human sweats a little bit and tries not to think about “seconds”, but looking the gargantuan German shepherd over he finds some relief in a noticeable doming out of his belly. It’s not much, but it’s evidence of fullness. Heartened, CJ pushes the two carts forward and as soon as they’re in reach of Shep’s paws the feast renews. 

The carts only buy him a few minutes in which to load the table in front of Shep with the dishes on the counters. CJ’s heart is hammering now, this was as much of a workout as cooking the feast had been. He glances at Shep in time to see him push the first cart, denuded, away and pull the second cart closer. CJ tries to pick up the pace, managing to heft many dozens of pounds of food onto the table before Shep finishes with the second cart. 

Puffing, the corpulent human risks leaning against the counter for a few minutes to mop at his face and drink some ice water. Glancing at Shep, in the midst of eagerly gulping down several pounds of barbeque pork, it seems to the human that the massive mound of dog is slowing slightly. “Probably wishful thinking.” CJ murmurs a little morosely and trots into the side room again to bring back two more carts. 

Shep is still eating doggedly when the fat man returns to the dining room, further cementing CJ’s impression that he’s nowhere near full. But as time wears on, and the last two carts are brought in, and Shep has cleared the table a second time, CJ could swear there’s a hint of a whine in Shep’s breathing as he gulps down a party sized sub in five quick bites. 

When the obese hound pushes away the last carts there’s definitely a sluggish air to the movement. Taking a moment to feel proud of his cooking prowess, CJ starts to haul out the huge jugs of shake and line them up on the table. “Time to fill in the gaps, big guy.” The human eyes the enormous blubbery hound with a bit of nervousness. Shep doesn’t reply, he just takes the first jug and starts to gulp it down. 

Timidly, CJ reaches out to touch Shep’s belly. It’s so bloated, the fat is firmer than he would have expected…perhaps because of a drum tight stomach underneath? Even the obese dog’s side rolls seem stretched out. As Shep drinks the first, then the second, then the third jug of shake CJ can watch the packed mound of stomach bulging outward as it fills more and more. The heavy mass pushes against the table, driving it away with a loud scrape of wood against tile until CJ hurriedly moves it back several feet. Walking back, CJ lines up the remaining jugs of shake on the floor by Shep’s chair close enough for him to reach the first few easily. Now that he has a little more time to relax CJ can’t help putting his hand back onto Shep’s bulging midsection.

Shep pauses halfway through the fourth jug, two more left by his seat, and lets out a soft whine. Even while he’s not chugging the shake down, it looks like his huge bulbous belly is swelling outward. CJ’s hand is still resting on it, he can feel the fat seeming to firm up. 

“You…you okay?” The human asks, removing his hand from Shep’s now obviously stuffed belly. 

“Y-…” Shep starts, but a long echoing belch interrupts the word, it goes on for several seconds, and is loud enough to make the windows rattle in their frame. The paunchy pooch leans back on the bench, which pops loudly and sags a few more inches under its huge burden, with his eyes looking bleary. Then he shakes his head, which sets his chins, neck roll, chest and arms rippling…the enormous nearly spherical belly hardly shifts at all. “Yeah…I’m…urp…good. I can…burrrrp…finish this no problem.” 

“Yeah?” CJ allows himself to feel confident again. “I’ll just bring in dessert then.” Once he’s out of the room he’s shaky with relief and glee but reminds himself not to get too self-assured. He goes into a room off the kitchen where there are several more carts laden with desserts, pausing for a moment to admire the last bit of the feast he’d prepared, and then proceeds to pull it back into the kitchen. 

As he carefully maneuvers the massive multilayer stack of cheesecake marbled brownies back into the kitchen for the canine’s consumption, CJ listens carefully to see if Shep will react to the size of this last offering. As he gets closer to the table he can hear the preternaturally obese dog panting softly, and a moment later he hears that panting stop and then a low whine. 

“Hope you’ve got room for something sweet!” CJ hops to the side, and theatrically waves his arms in front of the towering confection as if he’s a spokesmodel in an infomercial. 

Shep’s puffing resumes as he eyes the dessert, brownies stacked taller than he is. The obese dog licks his muzzle slowly and says, “Bring it on…” He lifts one paw and tries to take one of the swirl top brownies, but slumps back onto the reclined chair with a low puff…which pops and sags again. The reinforced padded seat is clearly losing its battle with the immense weight of Shep and the huge feast resting on it. It’s clear that any bending at all is out of the question with Shep’s stomach so staggeringly packed with food, so CJ moves a stool over beside Shep and pulls the cart closer. 

“Here, let me help you buddy.” He leans on Shep’s shoulder and takes a brownie, holding it up to the enormous pooch’s mouth. With a few puffs and a whine, Shep opens his mouth wide and CJ puts the dessert inside. “Good dog,” the man says as he starts to offer his lunch guest the brownie. This comment is met by a brief soft growl, making CJ nervous again as he leans over, resting his weight gingerly on Shep’s chest, and rubs the top of the dog’s belly. “I…I just mean you’re doing great, but there’s so much left, you gotta finish…” 

CJ reaches over and takes two more and offers them. Shep opens again, but with some seeming reluctance. CJ gently inserts them into Shep’s mouth and rubs the dog’s belly while he chews. “You’re doing so well, you can do this!” He murmurs as he carefully massages Shep’s upper belly. 

“Need…something to…wash it down.” Shep mutters thickly, and swallows. CJ nods and slides down from the stool and hurries to grab the last jug of shake. Climbing back up, he carefully tips the jug to Shep’s mouth and pours a bit for him. 

“That better, big guy?” CJ gently kneads the firm dome of dog fat and bloated stomach as he reaches for another two brownies. Shep huffs softly but opens wide for more.

To be continued...