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Bramble woke to his own soft snoring and the tickle of a small crab skittering across his snout.

Weight and heat pressed down on the big grizzly bear, with the mountains of his fat rising up in sun-baked sandy brown fur.

Bramble ran a heavy mitt over his moobs, thick claws scratching with satisfaction, then flipped himself over. With a deep grunt, Bramble hefted his weight over to the side, then slumped himself down on top of his mattress of belly fat.

He didn’t bother tugging his dark blue trunks back up to cover the top of his ass. The sun felt nice on it anyway.

Bramble nested his snout in the sand, eager to go back to sleep now that his belly wasn’t going to fry in his own fat. But as it turned out, his belly had other plans. A growl tore out from it, nearly strong enough to jiggle the rolls of fat on his flanks.

Bramble muttered, voice deep and heavy, “Lunch later…”

He felt a great pit open in his stomach, and his ursine teeth started itching to dig into something soft. Bramble grumbled– no way he could sleep while he was hungry.

Maybe he could just get something on the little boardwalk. Nothing there would really fill him, but he wasn’t planning to have a real feast today. His friends had been teasing him about how he couldn’t help himself whenever some cute fatty walked by, and packing on another couple dozen pounds wouldn’t help his case.

So, with a sigh, Bramble struggled up, lumbering onto both paws as his belly and breast fat tried to drag him back down, sand cascading from his fur like a great uprooted tower. Thankfully, he had enough thick ursine muscle buried far… far underneath to handle the heft.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shook the last of the sand from his great rug of fur. Then, huffing and showing off his belly, Bramble looked over at the boardwalk. His eyes grew wide, their deep honey color taking in an unexpected sight.

“Fuck…” he muttered, already feeling his stomach fixate on its next meal.

Padding away from the boardwalk, lapping happily at an ice cream cone, was the fattest doggy Bramble had seen in a long while.

On a pair of big, slow paws was a pup completely smothered in rolls of canine dough. He was a German Shepherd, with umber and russet fur alike cresting over his pudge in sweeping, fluffy hills. A pair of white swim trunks struggled hard to hold on to his squishy thighs, the darker shades of his pelt showing through where the fabric was pulled tight. A bit of ice cream dripped onto his overstuffed tits, hidden from him by a thick snout and extra chin.

Everything about him was soft. He was even heavy enough to move with the same kind of lumber as a professional fatass like Bramble. Of course, there was no way this pampered doggy could be as strong as a grizzly bear.

“Who the hell let this fat boy out, huh?” Bramble huffed, feeling the saliva pool in his mouth. He shook his head. “No. Come on,” he whined, as his belly roiled with anticipation. “He’d put, like, 100 pounds on me. My trunks already don’t fit much.”

And yet, Bramble yanked his trunks back up his hips and began to slowly follow the big tub of dough, ears perking with opportunity as the Shep wandered around a big group of rocks, where the other beach goers wouldn’t be able to see.

***

He looked so cute, leaning over an old driftwood fence as his chubby snout munched away at the last of his ice cream cone. Bramble couldn’t quite bring himself to interrupt the pup’s treat, but his eyes refused to leave the pancake stacks of doggy fat on his flanks.

His fur pattern lent itself well to the plumpness of his face, and as he wiped his paws on his belly, he had to loosen the waistband of his trunks.

Bramble considered what to say as he approached— the Shep was an attractive man. Maybe if Bramble could get horny enough, his fat bear dick would overrule his bottomless stomach?

Wishful thinking, of course. Hunger was king of all instincts for the grizzly, especially as he caught the sweet, oily scent of the doggy on the wind.

“Hey there, uh, big Shep.” Bramble trudged up, breathing heavy, casting a wide shadow that completely covered the dog as he drew close. He tried not to let a strand of drool fall out of his mouth.

At first, the pup’s fur stood on end as he flinched in surprise. But as his eyes tried to widen enough to take in so much bear, a poorly-hidden interest sparked on his fuzzy little face.

His tail was partially tucked between his legs, but he couldn’t stop it from wagging, the tip just barely peeking out from behind his overfed hips.

“Um… hi,” he mumbled, staring at Bramble’s moobs.

Bramble glanced down to see if the Shep was hard, but like the bear, his belly flowed down to cover up his manhood. Well, his doggy cock was probably all smothered by a big fat pad anyway.

For his part, Bramble could feel his dick struggling against the weight of his belly fat. But, as usual, Bramble’s gut was winning that fight.

“You like my tits, huh?” Bramble slowly loomed over the doggy, words pouring out on his heavy breath.

The pup’s ears perked up hopefully. “You don’t mind?”

“You’re not the only big gay boy out here.” Bramble reached a paw out and touched the doggy’s flank, saliva flowing into his snout as he felt plush rolls between his claws. “Man you sure are big… got yourself so fat...” He held back for a moment longer, speaking over the desperate growl of his stomach. “I’m Bramble…” he huffed. “What’s your name?”

The pup’s smile gave his pudding cheeks a sunny look, and he rocked back and forth curiously on his paws, showing the voluminous heft of his own moobs. “Sausage.”

“Your name’s sausage?” Bramble began accepting how much his friends would tease him the next time they met up.

“Yeah, I know it’s kind of silly.” Sausage scratched his scruff bashfully.

Bramble glanced over his shoulder. Nobody was watching them right now, with everyone in line of sight turned towards the ocean. But he couldn’t be sure when someone might come over this way. As much as he wanted to savor such a sweet fatty, Bramble hated getting caught in the middle of his lunch. So, he turned back to Sausage and put his other hand on the doggy’s thick, meaty leg. He rubbed the soft fur and smiled at him. “Nah, I think ‘Sausage’ fits you. All plump, and oily,” he licked his chops slowly, “and tasty.”

Finally, a frightened bit of realization cut through Sausage’s puppy obliviousness. Much too late, of course. His helpless fat was already squeezed in Bramble’s claws. “Tasty?”

“And you served yourself right up, too.” Bramble leaned in, tensing his arms. All his trepidation had fallen away, leaving only a salivating, gluttonous bear. “Ever been scarfed down by a hungry man?”

“N-no…” The big Shep only had to look into Bramble’s glistening maw to know that he wasn’t kidding around. Sausage tried to step back, but found his soft body utterly trapped in the bear’s hands. His snout opened, probably trying to call out for someone–

Bramble hefted the puppy up and stuffed his head into his own snout. Sausage’s muffled shout was cut short as Bramble squeezed harder on his thigh and flank, dragging more of his heft away from the sands below.

He could feel the pup’s legs kicking, trying to find some purchase on that mountain of bear gut. But all of Sausage’s weight was lazy, buttery fat– he just didn’t have enough strength to knock Bramble off his balance. With other bears, Bramble had to be careful about whether they had muscle hidden under their padding, but this big doggy was obviously just fluff.

As Bramble stretched his maw around Sausage’s shoulders, rivers of bear saliva dripping down into his soft coat, the pup’s hands tried to push against Bramble’s face. Bramble took the briefest moment to indulge, pinching Sausage’s upper arm between his fingers and jiggling the big pillow that smothered any muscle he might have had.

It was a trivial thing to pin both of Sausage’s arms to his sides, lean back, and with the help of gravity gulp down, trapping his body in a convenient slide-down-a-fat-man’s-throat position.

Bramble’s gluttonous moan quieted the pup’s whining. The bear’s teeth squeezed at his thick, creamy-soft moobs, finding the sweet, oily skin carried a subtle flavor of beef. He gulped again, pulling Sausage’s chest all the way to the back of his throat.

Finally. Bramble was actually stuffing himself, and his gut seemed satisfied with the fatty boy he’d caught.

Especially as his jaw reached Sausage’s belly. The puppy blubber piled up around his snout like a stack of oversized fur-clad flour. He could feel Sausage start to get still; fat guys usually hoped that their big middles would be enough to stop Bramble– of course, all they ever did was make him more ravenous.

And this poor Shep was even easier to take than most. Bramble’s maw stretched wide and he began to slurp along those supple flanks, dragging roll after roll of sweet purebred fat into his gullet.

His teeth roved playfully across Sausage’s waist, leaving just his pillowy butt and fluffy legs in the cool beach air. With so much already swallowed, Sausage must have realized Bramble could easily manage his heft, and those big legs resumed their clumsy kicking.

Bramble couldn’t help but chuckle. Sausage’s attempts to escape only made his plush body slip further down into the bear’s eagerly-waiting tank.

But Bramble paused.

His teeth touched on the waistband of Sausage’s swim trunks. The fabric would have been baggy on most people, but it wrapped like… well, a sausage casing, to the pup’s thighs.

A little twinge of guilt hit Bramble's chest. This big boy had just come to have some fun at the beach, and here he’d round up being some bear’s meal.

Bramble didn’t know if the doggy had even gotten a chance to swim yet. But… he was so hungry. And Sausage was so sweet and heavy, and already so far inside him.

He soothed his conscience with a little promise. Once he reformed the Shep, Bramble would buy him another big ice cream cone. He hummed in agreement with himself. Sausage would like that.

With that little shadow out of his head, Bramble focused on finishing his lunch. He reached a big paw up between Sausage’s legs and clumsily untied the loop-de-loop cord of his trunks. With an eager flourish, Bramble tugged off that white cloth and cast it to the sand.

Sausage let out a little whine from somewhere near bramble’s belly , barely audible past the bear’s immense banks of fat. As he did, a surprising little drop of saltiness fell onto Bramble’s tongue. The bear lapped curiously with his massive tongue, finding first a short trail of slick fluid, then a stubby, firm bit of meat from which it was flowing. Bramble grinned at the pup’s arousal– seemed he had more than just an outside appreciation for a fat belly. He couldn’t see Sausage’s dick, of course, but it was the only hard thing he’d yet found on the doggy, and so he smothered it easily with his fat tongue, right alongside the Shep's fuzzy balls.

Bramble had taken his time before with guys, lapping at them until he earned a dash of sauce to go with his meal, but he didn’t have the luxury of waiting. His stomach growled, demanding he finish. So, he pressed both paws on Sausage’s fluffy ass. Bramble took just a moment to toy with his tail before pressing down. All that warm meat squished out like marshmallow against his palms, and Sausage’s body slid down, starting the true descent into the bubbling cauldron of his belly.

He grabbed Sausage’s thighs and stuffed them into the slick vice past his snout, swallowing with great wet gulps and all the hungry strength of his throat. All those pounds of fatted Shep disappeared past his teeth until, finally, Bramble sealed away those big puppy paws. He relished the last few moments, guiding Sausage’s legs down with a hand on his neck, until he felt the weight of the doggy all settle in his gut.

Bramble let himself fall back onto his ass, wiggling that meaty cushion into the sand and releasing a deep huff.

“Fuck you were good. Who put all the sweet fat on you, huh Sausage?”

He leaned back against a rock and looked down at himself. Beneath the luscious banks of blubber on his chest, Bramble’s belly flowed out like thick icing. He scratched the lower ridge of it as he felt Sausage try to press against his new confines. But on the surface, Bramble couldn’t see the disturbance. His gut looked bigger, sure, but there was just too much padding to tell that a full doggy was in there. “You’re gonna make me a lot fatter, too,” he muttered, imagining all the clever new prods and teases his friends would come up with.

Already, with a deep rumble, Bramble could feel his stomach start to press on the pup, massaging the tender muscles under his fat.

Frantic pressure shifted through his gut, Sausage clearly struggling to escape. But even if he was stronger, he was all curled up now, without much space to get a good kick in.

Bramble patted his belly firmly, rubbing through the layers of flesh until he could pat Sausage’s form. “Hey, settle down. It’s not my fault I get so hungry. Or that you looked so good.” He licked his lips at the feast still on his tongue. Bramble really hadn’t wanted to eat anyone today, but he couldn’t deny how satisfying it felt to fill up on such a big boy. “Sorry, Sausage. I’m a bear.” He rubbed the back of his neck, scratching the fatty folds of his scruff. “Slurping down a chubber like you comes natural. Just uh… just relax, it’ll feel nice and warm. Not so bad, being bear food.”

Sausage’s fighting was replaced with the usual gurgles and rumbling of Bramble’s powerful stomach as it prepared to make a true meal out of the Shep.

Sausage’s voice, though too muffled for anyone else to hear, resonated through Bramble’s chest until it made its way to his fuzzy ears. “L-let me go!”

“Ah come on, I’ve had a lot of guys in my belly, don’t you think I’ve heard that one before?” Bramble settled against his rock. Talking to Sausage was reigniting a little guilt in his head, but it was overwhelmed by the lazy comfort of his well-fed body.

Sausage’s whine vibrated lightly through Bramble’s chest. “I thought you just wanted to… do stuff… with me.”

“Well, uh, I mean I did. But you know how bears get.” The grizzly sighed, patting his belly again in a comforting rhythm. “Don’t feel bad, puppy. You’re cute, and you were fucking delicious.” He licked his chops. “I can still taste you, all buttery and rich.” Chuckling, Bramble scratched his chin. “Bet you like nice fatty foods too, huh? You made it in my top five meals, easy.”

Sausage shifted, probably trying to get comfortable under all those pounds of furry meat. “But… I don’t want to be bear food.”

He whimpered as Bramble’s gut growled around him.

“Too late for that, puppy.” Bramble shut his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his stomach working on the big dog, softening up however much of him wasn’t just jiggly fat. “I didn’t plan to eat you, but what was I supposed to do when you came waddling over all covered in those big fluffy rolls?”

“Not eat me! I’m not food!” He insisted, despite having just been eaten for lunch, struggling again for a second before he began to tire out. “Your stomach’s getting really wet…”

“Yeah, well,” Bramble kept a friendly, understanding tone, not wanting to upset the pup even as he explained the obvious, “you are food, y’know? Big old puppy-steaks. And bear food gets…” he waited for Sausage to answer, and when he didn’t, finished the line himself, “churned down into bear fat.”

“B-bear fat?” Sausage squeaked. His tubby thighs tried to push against Bramble’s gut again, but by now his muscles had tenderized too much to even feel uncomfortable. “You’re not… you’re not really gonna turn me into bear fat, are you?” His voice barely made it through Bramble’s blubber. “Can’t you just let me go?… please?”

Bramble furrowed his brows, trying to ignore the pitiful, frightened tone of the doggy he’d eaten. “You can go after you’re bear fat.”

“What?”

“Well I’m not gonna reform you until you’re all digested, you know. A bear’s gotta eat. Here–” he shifted in the sand until he was laying down, “It’s comfy in there if you just relax. Got all this grizzly on you like a blanket. You’ll get all tingly, fall asleep, and in a few hours you’ll wake right back up here on the beach.”

Sausage’s voice was still soft and frightened, but brighter with a bit of relief. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Bramble paused, picking a strand of fur from his teeth, and rubbed Sausage’s curled form reassuringly. “What did you think was gonna happen? I’m not just gonna digest some poor puppy for good.” Bramble tipped his head to the side in thought. “Well, I mean you will stick on my thighs, but that’s not your problem.”

Sausage was quiet for a moment, shifting his legs with lethargic effort. “Promise?”

Bramble couldn’t help but laugh at the innocent tone of the pup. “Promise, Sausage.” He jostled his belly playfully. “Have you really never been eaten before? Come on, you gotta have had some preds drooling over you. Especially with a name like that— I mean, did your dad want you to be bear fat?”

“Oh no…” Sausage murmured something about his dad, but he was clearly getting sleepy and quiet.

“Hmm? What, did your dad fatten you up for a big grizzly like me?”

Sausage picked up one last bit of energy to argue, “No! We’re canines…” his voice got sluggish, “we’re supposed to be predators, not food.”

Bramble sighed with contentment and spread out his tree-trunk limbs on the sand, letting it take his immense weight. “Don’t be silly. You’re just a fat doggy. Or, you were. Then you were lunch,” he could feel Sausage slowly stop shifting around so much as the tenderizing juices and warm heft lulled him towards sleep. “And now, you’re gonna be–” he patted the side of his own meaty ass beneath its straining trunks, “just some more grizzly cushion.”

Bramble grinned and let the sun bake into his fur, giving in himself to the allure of a post-lunch nap.

***

“Excuse me,”

Bramble peeked an eye open, bleary and for a moment disoriented as he looked at the German Shepherd standing in front of him.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up, but I’m looking for someone who came over this way I think.”

Had Bramble somehow already reformed Sausage? But, no… he blinked and hefted his shoulders up on his elbows, catching the sunlight that fell between the tall rocks onto the dog. This Shep was older, with gray flecks on his snout. His body was stocky, sure, but he had muscles beneath his padding, with a firmer gut and some definition on his arms. Though, he did have… similar patterns in his fur.

“Umm…” Bramble hung on the word, struggling to get his head working again. “Who uh… who are you looking for?”

He grimaced as he felt a faint stirring in his belly.

“My pup. His name’s Sausage.” The older Shep stared unabashedly at Bramble’s body. Thankfully, the bear was too much of a fat fuck for even such a big puppy to give away his lunch. “He’s about my height, mid 20s, and uh,” the dog patted his stomach, “he really likes his dinner. Chubby.”

Sausage let out an embarrassed little whine.

If this Shep knew Bramble slurped down his pup, the bear would have to reform him before he even got to finish churning him down. Bramble might not have planned to put on more weight today, but Sausage was so damn satisfying, and he’d probably turn into some soft, luscious fat on Bramble’s thighs.

“Oh, well uh…” Bramble scrambled for an explanation that could buy him at least an hour or so. He glanced down the beach for a story. In the distance, a few sandbars had appeared with the receding tide. His food-addled bear brain managed to put together an answer. “Yeah, I did see him. He sure is a big boy.” Bramble patted his stomach. “I think he went over to check out that part of the beach.”

Sausage’s dad put his hands on his hips, framing his dark swim briefs and the bulge straining against them after staring at Bramble. Like father like son, Bramble supposed. “Dang, that’s a pretty long walk for him.”

“I sure get that.” Bramble jostled one of his own love handles. “Took me like an hour to walk there last time I did. So, I’m sure he’ll be back in a while.”

The Shep tapped his paw on the beach and turned towards the sandbars. “I should see what he’s getting up to. Thanks.”

He set off at a brisk walk.

“Yeah, sure.”

Sausage whimpered lazily. Too bad for him, it seemed he got both a thing for fat guys, and a thing for obliviousness, from his dad.

Bramble puffed his cheeks and blew out a breath. “Well, Sausage,” he shimmied his gut, “guess we’re gonna have to speed things up. Good thing you don’t have any real tough muscle to work through.”

Finally able to just lay back and relax, Bramble smacked his lips. “All puppy fat.”