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A soft rustle of blankets and the squeak of an over burdened box spring disrupted the calm silence of the midday bedroom, suddenly a loud gurgle roared out over both of them, and Dominic knew it was time to start his day. The sweaty sheet was tossed to the floor as the huge doberman ran his paws through his short, sweaty fur. The summer heat was not kind to him as it was only 10:30 and he was soaking wet. Another gurgle from his internal alarm clock reminded him as to why he was awake, He slapped his monumental gut and reached for a half a cheeseburger on the night stand. "Gonna need some extra energy for this..." Normally Laine would help him roll out of bed, leading him into the kitchen for a morning stuffing before work, usually followed by the beefy Rottweiler sticking his cock into the dobermans cavernous belly button. Then he would give his prized pig a sensuous belly rub/fuck, a quick wipe down and then it was off to work for Laine. Monday mornings usually followed a night of overfeeding and awkward fat guy sex, so Dominic's hungry gut usually woke him, and the doberman was left to his own devices as to how he would escape from bed. Having just passed the 800 pound mark the overstuffed pooch had quite a battle ahead of him, his towering gut soaring almost three feet above the bed kept him well pressed into the tortured mattresses padding and his wider than a cow hips meant moving that mountain over two smaller ones. He decided to ensure he could refuel afterward, hitting speed dial to order Chinese for lunch.

"Hello... yes yes 'moshi moshi' to you too... yeah this is... how did you know it was me? Labored breathing? yeah anyway, send me over my usual, and add a half dozen pork egg rolls... yeah yeah, 'you are what you eat', very funny... and double the mu shu pork too... yeah, 'oink oink' to you too Mr. Lang..." Tossing the phone into its cradle, Dominic gave a stretch and a belch, finding a 40 ounce that was left lying on the bed. He shook it and swallowed the remaining mouthful before tossing it into the hamper. The doberman had as of late become a gluttonous, alcoholic, butterball, slob, and he enjoyed every moment thus far. Slapping his tummy he burped again, then grabbed Laine's pillow for step one of getting out of bed. He passed it to his other paw and used it to push off the bed, beginning to rock himself onto his side. When he got his fat rump high enough off the mattress he shoved the rottweilers pillow under and wedged himself roughly to the side. Next he grabbed his own pillow and lifted his right leg up in front of him, using the weight of his thunder thighs to roll him a bit further so he could wedge his pillow under with Laine's. He stopped for a minute, resting his fat head on his pillowy soft, lard stuffed bicep and wiping his sweat dripping brow. After what felt like and acceptable rest period, he reached up and grabbed at the creaking headboard, rolling himself on top of his overstuffed beach ball gut. It wasn't so long ago that the obese Doberman was a fat Doberman searching for the remote, when he got down on his hands and knees to look under the couch, and his belly settled on the ground for the first time. Three years of sitting on his ass in front of a TV, of low class opulence, and unchecked decadence had ballooned that gut into a heavy jiggling wrecking-ball. The overblown pig-dog let go of the head rest and rolled back onto his knees, stretching his bloated arms over his taught rolling skin. "Four years I fed you, rubbed you, squeezed you..." he placed a bloated hand on his fat swollen ass, and the other under a single outrageous breast. "...and my how fat you've gotten." he straightened his legs and rolled on top on the fat dome, reaching as hard as he could to try and touch the mattress. there was a moment where he almost rolled onto his back but he grabbed the headboard just in time. "Oops... don't want that to happen, not when lunch is on the way." He pivoted atop the gelatinous dome, planting his trotters widely on the ground with a resounding thud. "Lets see... can't answer the door naked can I?" He reached over to the drawer next to him, Heavy gut still resting on the bed, pulling out a new pair of briefs specially made for pachyderms. "For the round and wide hippopotami or overweight elephants..." he tore the package open allowing the single pair to flop out onto his belly. "I told him to buy me larger underpants, not a pup-tent..." He smirked at his own joke, got his 'handihelper' grasping claw, and pulled the massive elastic lined sail up around his fat buried knees. "I hope these fit... I don't think they make them much larger for mammals." With the claw in the middle of the elastic on the back, he pulled them within grasping distance of his jiggling, roll covered arm. He tossed the handihelper on the bed (not wanting to have to get it off the floor like last time) and pulled his underpants with both hands. The leg holes immediately constricted and sunk into the lard stuffed drumstick thighs, the rest of the underpants following suit as they pulled skin tight over too much dog ass. Dom cringed at the sound of tortured elastic creaking as is reached halfway round his globular rump, with a snap, he let the waistband snap onto his bulging bubble butt. Going back into the drawer the Doberman noted Laine had yet to do the laundry and there was only one clean shirt. "When was the last time I wore a XXXXL?" he sniffed it, satisfied it was clean pulled it over his head and was greeted with a tearing sound almost immediately. The tear was forming under his left arm, he could see it from where his head was still inside, his great jiggling bicep had proved too much to contain for even the wide armholes on the A-shirt. another tear from the other arm and the old shirt was instantly tailored to the wings of flab Dom call arms, with a pop his chubby cheeks and jiggling jowls materialized through the neck hole. "There... still fits." He pulled the front down and grinned as it fit just like a bra, albeit a bad one seeing as his quarter sized nipples ballooned out the sides on water melon breasts. The tight undergarment eventually settles in one of the latitude lines of the black and brown globe of dog gut it fought to encompass. Out of habit he pulled it down and then smoothed it over as it rode back up again, too much Doberman for too little shirt. "Fat dog in a little shirt..." he half sung as his stubby tail wagged in the depths of it's ass-lard prison. "Okay fatty, you're still not even close to being decent..." He rubbed at the exposed ass cheek and looked around. "There you are..." the ratty, stolen robe from the hotel where Laine took him to fuck before they moved in together, was hanging on the bathroom door on the other side of the bed. "Okay, I'm not COMPLETELY immobile yet..." he gave a hearty slap at his boulder gut.. "I can still do this...*Huuuurk*" he placed both hands under the curving lard-ball and lifted it, immediately met with a burning sensation in his paws. 840 pounds of force took a thudding first step *HuffTHUDD* which caused the photos of Dom at varying stages of obesity on the wall to rattle. *PuffTHUDD* He wasn't trying to reach the robe, no first he would need to get to the cart in the corner of the room. *HUFFTHUDD* He may have been too fat for a cane or crutches, the doberman still walked, but usually only when he needed to get to his belly-cart or for Laine's sexual amusement. Another thudding step came down on the cross member that went under the floor and across the dining room, rattling the dishes in the kitchen. With three quick, rattling steps the fat dog dropped his heavy load on the cart, it's far end banging into the wall and leaving a gash in the plaster. Dom wiped his eyes, the tears a mixture of pain and the realization that the next couple of meals would be the last ones out of the bedroom, he was too fat to walk anymore. The newly mobilized butterball rolled around the bed to the robe, smiling weakly as his arms fit snugly in the oversized sleeves, that and the fact more than half his body weight remained exposed out the front. "Okay..." he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes and started to the door. "Time for the next challenge." he approached the wide door, reminded again as to why this room was the last he would know. even though it was a special order, a whole foot wider than an average interior door, Dominic was several feet wider than the average Doberman Pinscer. Stepping forward, a cacophony of bulges, rolls, and folds formed at the door frame as 800 pounds of dog lard attempted to breach a 600 pound door. A fresh set of claw marks were added to the frame as Dom's sagging biceps tried to pull him through to the dining room. Fortunately the robe he was wearing worked to his advantage as his love handles glided across the flapping terry cloth and an out of breath pig-dog popped free on the other side. After a few minutes of heaving the junk-food dog caught his breath and waddled towards the living room where he'd watch TV while he waited for the food. Dom wouldn't be waiting long as the screen door opened before he could turn on the TV, but the sound of locks unlocking could only mean one thing.

"BUTTERBALL! Your BEEFCAKE IS home EARLY!" the door slammed and the locks re-engaged among the rustling of plastic bags and clinking of bottles. The muscular rottweiler stepped out into the connecting arch between the living-room and dining-room. "IT'S TIME FOR YOUR LUNCHTIME..." He realized Dom was standing right there."...bellyache. hey sweety." he bounced over to his prize boyfriend hog and gave him a sloppy, full kiss on the lips, embracing him with arms covered in steaming bags of food and frosty six packs of beer. he pranced off to the dining room and started unloading bags. "Are you ready for your tummy to hurt... I bet your paws are sore from you daily waddle out here." Dom was still a little shocked at the sudden appearance of his musclebound lover, and the small buffet accompanying him.

"Laine, what are you doing home? you didn't get fired did you?" this was a genuine worry for the Doberman, seeing as keeping his bloated mass overfed was a costly endeavor. The Rottweiler responded by shoving a hoagie overflowing with steak, mushrooms, and cheese into the sagging jowls of the black and brown chow hound.

"Worry not my brooding blob, for it's good news I stuffed in these sandwiches I'm forcing into you." Dom struggled to chew as Laine continued pressing the sub in. "You see Martin, the youngest brother, threw a fit when his brother finally offered him a share of the scrap yard..." he smashed the last of the meaty sandwich in the Dobermans porcine snout. "...and he quit, straight up stormed out." Even as the last of the steak slid into his cavernous gut, Laine already had a turkey sub in Dom's maw, thick chin rolls slapping slightly as he quickly chewed to keep up. "All the paperwork was all sorted and the notary was waiting. So I offered my new car fund..." Dominic nearly choked on the food in his chubby cheeks. "Easy buddy..." he cracked a beer and forced the doughy dog to drink.

"WHAT!?!" Dom shouted a bit louder than Laine expected. He was still coughing up crumbs, slightly disturbed by the news. "You need a new car LAINE!" every ounce of doberman shook, the full ferocity of his fearsome breed showing through the snarling, jiggling jowls.

"Relax, Dom..." He plopped the empty bottle on the table and place his strong hands on the sides of Dom's quivering gut, rubbing the soft flesh in gentle circles. "...I know what I'm doing" He popped another couple beers and handed one to the scowling gainer. "They took the offer, I'm now a part owner of the junkyard." he resumed his gentle rubbing as the Dobermans expression softened. "I'm gonna be making three times what I did before, and I got my car fixed..." he leaned in and kissed Dom, now pacified enough the get the turkey sub back in his maw. "So you need to practice eating more..." He shoved the whole thing in, packing his cheeks to capacity. "...cause I can afford to feed you more now." He resumed unpacking food, snagging a bite of meatball hoagie for himself. Dom struggled against the Rottweilers forceful hands as more food was stuffed in. Just when he thought he was going to choke.*DINGDONG* the doorbell rang out, giving him enough time to chew and swallow. Dom was too occupied with his mouthful of turkey to hear who it was. Laine came back with a bounce in his step. "Oh you glutton you... you really want to explode don't you?" The Chinese food, Dom had forgotten all about it in the recent excitement. "Double Stuffed Doberman... My favorite." Dom turned a shade of green at the thought of eating all Laine's food and the Chinese.

"Laine I..." The Rottweiler took a box of Lo Mein and poured it in Dom's mouth.

"I'll be gentle..." as the hefty hound chewed Laine stuffed in another half hoagie and Dom swore he could feel the food piling up in his gut, and no end in site for the moment. As he overloaded the Dobermans face with food, Laine notice the discomfort in his distorted expressions. "You wanna sit down fatty?" he said as he squeezed a bulge of fat between his thumb and middle finger. Of course Dom nodded feverishly, wanting more than anything to give his aching paws a break. Dom took the moment to quickly swallow down the contents of his maw

"Laine... we're gonna have to talk, tonight." The Rottweiler stepped up and took a hold of the dobermans belly, pulling it's sagging mass off the cart, though in truth he was hugging it more than carrying it. The great bronze brown gob of dog flesh sagged and bulged through Laine's arms and right where it matters, he started backwards leading the hippo hound towards the living room, and the couch where they'd be spending the night. It wasn't really a couch anymore, no the couch part was long ago destroyed by too much doberman ass and gut, now it was a futon mattress wedged against the wall with the former couches cushions and pillow on top. With a *Wurff* the Doberman hit the cushion like 800 pounds of soft ice cream, his massive splayed legs obscured by what was quickly filling his whole world, he smiled weakly and squeezed here and there at the complex formations of rolls and folds forming here and there. "Laine..." The Rottweiler looked up as Dominic forced his words very deliberately with tears welling in his eyes. "When you move me back into the bedroom, you need to bring the TV and mini-fridge in too..." His words hung heavy, laced with a touch of remorse and more than a little defeat. Laine nearly dropped the dumplings he was holding, instead he grabbed the newly loaded cart and climbed on top of the heavy dog, placing the dumpling on his swollen chest.

"You mean it?" he said, his arms shaking as they pressed deep into soft yielding flesh. Dom nodded weakly.

"I'm too fat to walk..." Laine grabbed Dominic's fat bloated head and smashed the blubber ball's porcine muzzle into his own, kissing him long and hard for several minutes. It hurt, but Dom made sure it hurt for both parties.

"I love you Dom..." There were tears welling up in his eyes. "I love you more than you'll ever know." He was rubbing and hugging and squeezing the mound of flesh between them. "I promise I'll never stop taking care of you..." He cuddled into the great fat ball."...I'll hold you tighter than your smallest belt, and fill you up with more love than there is food in the world." They looked into each others eyes and smiled.

"I love you to Laine..." he sniffled a bit and grinned, chubby cheeks and extra chins swelling out and making him look even fatter. "I Love the way you can work fattening references into every conversation..." Laine grinned and piled some hoagies up with the dumplings.

"Oh by the way, how are the new fat hippo undies?" he inquired, watching Dom chew on a fat dumpling while he explored the bag of Chinese food. Dom half sobbed half laughed.

"Their too small... I'm too fat for fat people clothes." he laughed again, he was getting to be preposterously obese. Laine seemed to remember something, he shoved half a hoagie into Laine's maw, cleared the food off of his gut, and bounded off into the dining room.

"I'll be right back..." he almost whispered, and before Dom could swallow the Rottweiler returned with what appeared to be a sheet. "They just got them back in stock..." he pulled the torn wife-beater over the Doberman's still chewing head before, with all the flair of making the bed, he tossed it over his broad, swollen shoulders. "For the round and wide hippo..." He pull the fat dogs arms through the proper holes. "...in your life." Dom looked himself over, a mountain of dog in an ocean of fabric. The rottweiler smoothed the fabric over the rolling curves, taking his time to grab a few squeezes as he went. He then refilled Dom's mouth and to a step back to look. "Yup, his own stubby tail wagged at the sight before him."...you ARE too fat for clothes." Dom stood smiling at the Rottweiler, mouth full of food and arms full of belly. the massive sleeveless shirt, while stretching around his equator, bit tightly into his boundless supply of pudge. His belly bulged out from underneath the shirt creating the worlds largest muffin-top. The Dobermans deep navel remained exposed along with the bulk of his swollen gut and love handles, his fat breasts bulged out into the arm holes allowing his nipples to peek into a world less swollen. the chow-hound felt at least a hundred pounds heavier than he did before he donned the shirt, the tight fabric unrelentingly revealing, hugging every roll, fold, and curve on his fat turgid body.

"So my big fat piggy is getting too wide for the pig pen gate... what are we gonna do with you." The Rottweiler began pressing pork dumplings into the Dobermans calorie saturated belly. "Well, looks like less time spent trotting around the barnyard and more time binging at the trough." A hard swallow sent another mouthful of dough and pork from Dom's plump cheeks to his achingly full gut. The butterball Doberman sank back into the cushions, Laine setting Chinese containers with hoagies hanging out of them on top of Dom's Replete swell. Dom could feel the fullness creeping in, worse yet, it was accompanied by an increase in the ever present tightness of his too small pelt.

"Laine..." The stuffed chow hound panted through a mouthful of food "...we're gonna need more cocoa-butter." He rubbed at the tightening skin pulled taut over the massive ball of food he called a stomach, feeling the stretch increase as half a container of fried rice entered within.

"Chocolate and butter for dessert, got it..." Even with his mouth full of food, Laine recognized the look of furrows frustration on the Doberman. "I bought two tubs yesterday, that's how much of a tub you are..." He rubbed the smooth surface of Dons gut, not a stretch mark in sight on the entire tight swell, this was not without effort of course. "... can't have any imperfections on my prize pig. You get eating and I'll baste you with butter when your done." Dom grinned sheepishly before sticking his plump muzzle into a container of fried pork in lobster sauce. As he forced yet another mouthful into his packed gut he felt something warm and moist on his tight pelt, slowly Laine appeared over the Doberman's broad horizon, dragging his tongue over the glossy fur and tender skin between them. Dom smirked and tore the lions share off of the steak and bacon sub oozing out between his sausage fingers.

"So what's next on my 'pork-out' regimen Mr. Trainer?" Laine look thoughtful for a moment.

"Well, the first, I bought a whole bunch of butter." He rubbed the butterball's blown out abdomen. "I want you to start eating a pound of butter every day.. Not all at once though, don't want my prize porker getting sick now, and I'll cover them with chocolate so their more appealing" He snuggled in close to the tight swollen gut. "...and you're gonna eat a dozen donuts with every meal, that should plump you up nicely." he rested his head on his arms, elbows sinking into so much dog lard. "And I'd like to see at least five gallons of heavy cream in there somewhere..." he let his hand fall and pat the tight pelts firm surface, a silly grin spread on his muzzle.

"So... I'm not allowed to stop eating then?" He tilted his head with a touch of disbelief, adjusting the fat rolls bulging atop his knee divots before diving into the bag of pork rolls.

"Of course not silly, with your growing appetite this will just be a small portion of your day, not that you'll be able to do much more soon" The lithe rotty dog lay his head once again on the dobermans gut, a dopey grin spread across his face as he watched Dominic chow down. "We should do something special while you can still waddle some..." Dom just tossed his head back for a hard swallow, allowing himself to be rubbed while he binged.

"And just what could we do, I mean I'm such a hog I can barely waACH" he was cut off as a stack of four pizzas was shoved into his maw, low-mien noodles dripping from the sides as they stretched his greedy maw.

"A vacation... Hawaii, we'll rent a little beach house and you can eat BBQ and sushi all day on a private NUDE beach, we might even be able to find some clothes to fit you down there." Dom grinned, pizza overflowing his lips as it stretched his cheeks to capacity. after the fat dog choked down the overflowing mawful, Laine switched tactics and slowed down, using a fork of all things and allowing the fullness to sink in. Each and every bite caused not only the belly ache within, but the painful tightness of the dobermans skin to increase exponentially. two more pizzas and he was suffering, three hoagies and his eyes were pinpointed, the last quart of fried rice, and he was barely gasping for breath.

"Laine... Laine... Laine..." Laine simply leaned in and kissed the swollen doberman on his belly.

"I take it you'll be skipping dessert..." he set a tub of cocoa butter between Dom's heavy breasts, pulling up the shirt and exposing the severely stretched pelt beneath. The buff rottweiler took two handfuls of the cold goop and slapped the onto the taught curve of sparse fur, eliciting a gasp from the stuffed chow-hound. Dominic's tongue hung out, panting as the painful tightness lessened under the gentle massage and soothing cream. Laine switched to one hand, getting a bit more aggressive as he undid his belt and pants. Another two handfuls of the cooling cocoa-butter and the ham like thighs received their due attention, and Dom was in hog heaven. Suddenly Laine kissed him hard on the lips. "You belly buttons getting kinda deep... looks like I'll need the special applicator." Dom let out a *Wurf*, his tongue still panting as Laine went to town, occasionally a smattering of smaller *Wurfs* filled the room, Dom watching the horn dogs wandering eyes taking in his packed gut and plump breasts, only to look away with a touch of shame when their gazes met. In truth, the fat pig of a dog didn't mind in the slightest, he loved Laine and loved it more that he was so attracted to his swollen body. Suddenly Laine's face grew intent and Dom felt the familiar wet warmth of the rottweilers preload, and then after a few lard rocking thrusts, the hot gush that came with that stupid grin. The rottweiler nuzzled into the ball of doberman and got a gob of cocoa-butter on his cheekbone, giggling in the afterglow.

"I really am a fat fuck aren't I?" he could barely breath he was so full, but there was a perfect storm brewing beneath that gut. "I'll eat a donut for a handy..." he blushed a bit at his incapacity, giving Laine the puppy dog eyes as he feebly attempted to reach his swollen cock.

"Think of what I'll do for a dozen..." he happily sauntered into the kitchen.

"Well..." Dom panted "I-I don't think I can..." Laine returned, with a pack of the miniature powdered donettes, and a grin split the plump dogs doughy cheek. Dumping the donuts on the fat dogs chest, Laine grinned and winked.

"Powdered sugar and all..." he sank beneath the boundless horizon and suddenly Dom squeaked as he felt a head being pushed between his huge thighs.

"LAINE!!!" The fat dog grabbed his gut at the jerk reaction, the taught surface and packed but within tensing as the warm tongue hit the erection buried in the deep crevice that is his lap. The rottweiler was past his shoulders in doughy flab, musky thighs warming his muzzles as he took all Dom could offer. The doughy dog meanwhile lost all control of his neck, eyes rolling around as his tongue lolled out onto his chest, reminding him of his end of the bargain. He half chewed the donuts while they were still on his chest, staining his new shirt with drool while warm saliva coated his inner thighs and balls cringing as he swallowed what he could. there was a moment where he thought he would burst, then he did, bricking Laine right in the mouth. There was a soft whimper as the fat dogs balls contracted, Laine swallowing as greedily as his corpulent ward. The mountain of dog gut smacked his lips and relaxed, when suddenly he was met with a hard slap underneath his love handle, and suddenly a lot of panicked pushing and a slightly less than gentle bite to his sausage. "Okay okay geeze..." grabbing as much of his gut as he could he dragged it up off his thighs while spreading his legs, and a very sweaty Laine popped up with a gasp.

"Tastes like gravy... I'm gonna go grab a beer, you want one?" he squeaked the last word out as he fell into the wall.

"Well it might be just the thing to finish me off, but I think we both need one." by the time Laine stumbled back in, his overstuffed glutton was passed out, so he stumbled into the bedroom, pulled the comforter over the two of them, then passed out half drinking a bottle while cuddling into the warmth of Dom's flabby bicep and breast.

Some time later

Dom woke up as the evening sun peeked through the kitchen window, soared across the dining-room., and smacked him in the face. "Laine?" he yawned and scratched at an awkward blubber roll hidden beneath the bed spread. Suddenly the buff junkyard dog appeared from the bedroom door, brushing his teeth and pausing to observe the damage to the door frame, he sauntered out clad in nothing but a towel and a grin.

"You ARE a fat fuck..." hit spit into the trashcan and crossed his arms. "A beautifully, fat, handsome, fuck." He wandered back into the bathroom to ditch his toothbrush and came back wearing just the smile. "What am I going to do with you, you fat piggy fuck?" Dom tossed the blanket and started pulling off his new, stained shirt.

"Well as much as you enjoy watching me struggle, I'm not even gonna attempt to get up on my own." he rubbed at his still stretched love handles and taught breasts. "If you wanted to rub the rest of me with cocoa butter, we could explore the new rolls and folds together..." he grinned widely as the naked Rottweiler was once again at full tilt, with only a few simple words. "But, no more eating till I get back to bed." Laine furrowed his brow, after lunchtimes spectacular feeding, he was going to have to widen the door, but then he looked down at the grinning doberman as he picked up the remote and flipped to the eating network, an idea burst to life.

"Okay jumbo, if your getting back to bed, we need to get you off the floor." the naked and very horny mongrel tossed the remote off the fatter dogs chest and stooped down.

"Seriously? I just woke up..." he braced himself against the couch, preparing to lift as much of his ass as he could.

"Where's that can do attitude that was finishing off the fried rice?" He blushed as he felt his swollen cock rub the underside of the swollen doberman, who grunted as he pushed down on the ruined couches loose back.

"It got crushed between 800 pounds of lard and 40 pounds of greasy, fattening, Americanized ethnic food" The two of them move up, and up, and up, Dom eventually pushing up and off the wall as his fat packed legs kicked and skittered to bring his excessive bulk vertical. Laine was grinning like an idiot, both him and the fat doberman had their arms full of jiggling, heaving gut. After a moment to catch there breath, several moment for the spectacularly out of shape Dom, Laine pulled a mischievous grin. "Don't you dare..." The horny rottweiler slowly let the armfuls of Dom slip, standing up and letting it rest on his dick, before letting it fall completely on the dobermans burden. Dom huffed and gasped, taking a stumbling step off the couch, his paw came down a bit too hard and Laine found himself catching the fat dog and the TV as it tumbled over.

"If your gonna be bedridden from now on, I want you to waddle one last time for me." Dom blushed, hefting as much belly as he could. Laine steadying the TV as the other fat paw came down off the couch, every ounce of his 800 plus pounds made it feel as though the floor was raging hot lava. The house rattled as ripples circumnavigated his grossly overfed body meanwhile Laine started laughing. "What? what is it now?"

"Did you know you have breasts and a gut on you BACK?" Every house rattling step made the thick roll and flabby shoulder wings bounce and sway, Laine took advantage and copped a feel. "Just like the slow motion sequences on 'Beach Watch', and your back has a bigger gut than fat Todd at the scrapyard." Dom wasn't even paying attention, too preoccupied with balancing his immense weight with the wide swing of his bloated thighs. Laine couldn't help but stroke himself as the fat dog trundled and jiggled his way to the service cart, where he set his gut with much relief.

"You owe me a foot rub..." his fat packed chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, meanwhile Laine got dressed, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his stiffness and unlocking the front door. "NOW where are you going?" Laine stopped, remembering he had yet to share his plan. He practically skipped over to the far end of the hog dogs belly.

"Well..." he grabbed the cart and pulled towards the bedroom, Dom bracing for impact as he wedged immediately. Laine just rested his elbows somewhere beyond the fat dogs view. "I honestly don't think you'll ever fit back in here. SO..." He shoved the fat dog free, grinning as he stumbled under his own momentum. "...I have to get rid of that old ruined couch, and move the bed out here.

"I'm guessing you'll be moving the dining room table in there too." Laine's eye lit up as he looked at the table, but he scowled as it was too big to fit.

"We'll get another table for there, you just go eat something and I'll work on the bed." As Dom rolled himself in the kitchen, Laine refined his plan. He tossed most of the couch, saving the back and the cushions, before dragging the bed and frame out in front of the TV. A few lag bolts and his toolbox later, he leveled the filthy couch back as a new headboard. He made the bed, setting up the pillow on the cushions so they could still sit and watch TV. Dom meanwhile had gotten into a mini keg and was trying his best to get drunk, killing a box of donuts in the at the same time. As the sun set, the fat dog was getting some chocolate syrup from the fridge when the sounds of banging and ratcheting ceased. "I always loved seeing your wide form lit by the glow of the fridge, makes those folds look so much deeper..." the Rottweilers strong hands gave a gentle squeeze to the thick rolls hanging off the fat dogs sides, he nuzzled into those chubby cheeks as they drank the syrup straight from the bottle. "Your new throne is ready my sweet prince." with the beer hose in his mouth and the keg nestled between his swollen man boobs, the fat doberman waddled over to the new couch bed creation. Once again packed to the rafters, the doberman depended a lot on the rottweiler to maneuver him into a position he could flop onto the mattress. Hauling a leg up on the bed, the fat doberman let himself fall back, but stopped short of his rump hitting the mattress. "What? What's wrong?" Laine cocked his head slightly confused, Dominic shook of some of his buzz and looked around the side of his gut.

"I think, I think I'm stuck..."