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Debian just felt too small. At nearly seven feet tall and nearly a half-ton in weight, the thylacine was anything but; most door frames quaked and splintered at the mere thought of his size. Something about that size wasn't quite enough for him, though, as if there was just something more that he could achieve if he got even bigger. He had tried to do it on his own, eating rather absurd portions for his meals and clearing out buffets with his ravenous appetite. He had even eaten a few of his smaller friends in fits of true hunger, but those tiny little meals did little to add the weight that the thylacine wanted to his frame. No, Debian needed something more to help him grow, and just when he thought that something more would be out of his reach... He had met Sasuke. Seeing that wolfdragon for the first time was something of a turning point for Debian, as there was just so much of Sasuke to see. The draolf towered over him, and in terms of width... Well, Sasuke had him beat in both directions quite handily. The draolf was a pure display of gluttony gone to its extremes; the hybrid could barely move under his own power thanks to his stomach having a firm commitment to the ground, with his ass not too far behind in that marriage of fur and floor. Every part of the wolfdragon was immensely fattened, to the point that the thylacine didn't quite know where rolls started and stopped on the titanic beast of feasts. It was a sight that he wanted, no, needed to mirror in his own body. Thusly, it had been a no-brainer for Debian to waddle his own heavy mass over to the veritable ball of adipose that was Sasuke and introduce himself.

That interaction had been almost a month ago.

It took effort on the part of Debian, but he had managed to talk to Sasuke long enough between the massive mouthfuls of food the draolf consumed in order to develop something of a friendship with the hybrid. Of course, when he was with Sasuke, Debian tried his best to keep up with the rampant gluttony that the draolf put on display. He was woefully unprepared for just how much Sasuke ate, though, as he was often left painfully stuffed once their little hangout time ended. More than once, Debian had passed out right where he sat as he and Sasuke had spoken through mouthfuls of food, sometimes with food even still in his mouth as he was forced to sleep by his drastically overblown stomach. Those moments weren't his proudest, but something came of them; Sasuke saw just what a glutton Debian was fully capable of being. The thylacine being on a gaining plateau wasn't something that phased Sasuke either; the first time Debian had complained of his lack of recent gains, Sasuke had simply scoffed and waved a paw.

"Stick with me, and you'll be filling a room in no time." The draolf had meant it too, for it was just a week of spending time with Sasuke before Debian noticed something new about his frame. He felt a little bit heavier for the first time in ages. It wasn't much, and his scale confirmed it was simply 5 pounds of added weight, but those five pounds had been eluding Debian for months. They were the last 5 pounds to put the thylacine over 900 pounds of heavy, rolling fat. He was already beyond just fat by normal standards, but every moment he spent with Sasuke pushed the monster more towards wanting to be something fat more than merely obese. Sasuke was a prime example of this and as such... Well, Debian wanted that too, now more than ever. He did what he could to get there too, spending more time with the wolfdragon and copying his eating habits as much as his stomach would allow. Another week of the increased contact and further increased intake and 7 more pounds had found their way onto the thylacine. Three weeks meant nearly 10 pounds, and Debian was ecstatic at this growth. He couldn't have been more pleased, but when he told Sasuke just what had happened... Well, that brought the thylacine crashing back down to reality. Where it had taken Debian over three weeks to add 22 pounds to his frame, his newfound gaining friend had done the same in less than one week. It was such a stark contrast, and while Debian knew that there was gluttony in Sasuke that he could only hope to one day match, it was still crushing for the thylacine. He didn't quite know how to handle the news, but it seemed that Sasuke had taken notice of this.

"Next week, my place," the draolf grunted around his stuffed cheeks, bits of macaroni and cheese spraying from his opened muzzle as he spoke. "We'll get you growing."

"H-How?" Debian replied, his voice shaking with badly-hidden excitement. Of course, he wanted everything that Sasuke was offering right that moment, but to think that it would just be seven days before he had a chance to really get to gaining... Well, he was barely able to keep himself from screaming and hollering in excitement.

"You'll see," Sasuke again grunted out, this time with ham in his maw as he spoke. The draolf hadn't stopped his eating for even a moment, the massive hamhocks he called arms just moving in rhythmic time with his feasting. Neither stopped moving, even for a moment, despite the resistance from the fat of his chest and the sheer amount of muscle that surely was needed to move the overblown excuses for appendages. The draolf's arms alone were the size of Debian's thighs, each wider than they were long and propped up to nearly ninety degrees on the draolf from the sheer amount of fat that was being contained both in them, and the moobs beneath them. It was a show every time Sasuke ate, and one that Debian drank up with glee; he was going to be the same show at some point.

The week flew by for the thylacine, so much so that he wasn't quite ready when time came for him to head over to Sasuke's house. Of course, he had thought it was a house... He was greeted by something far more grandiose. The wolfdragon was clearly wealthy, as he had paid for every single one of their binges on his own, 'fostering talent' or something he had called it. The thylacine wasn't quite expecting just how rich the wolfdragon was, though, as he arrived at the 'house' Sasuke mentioned he lived in and was instantly blown away. The 'house' wasn't a simple house, it was a mansion beyond what the thylacine had ever seen. Debian had seen houses on television that were grand or opulent, but what Sasuke had was something far beyond that. Just who he had befriended, and what he was signing up for, briefly crossed Debian's mind as he was buzzed through the gated entrance to the draolf's compound. Nearly a quarter-mile of driving later and those concerns were still bubbling up in his head as he didn't see Sasuke there to greet him at the door. There was a panda, but the panda wasn't someone Debian knew; the draolf even had servants? Just who was Sasuke?

"Hello sir," the panda said flatly, opening the door for Debian and stepping aside so the monster could disembark from his car. Debian did just that, though he looked somewhat incredulously at the panda the whole time. Seemingly sensing this, the panda spoke up again, "Welcome to Saggington Manor, Debian. Sasuke is inside, in the grand dining room, eating his third lunch of the day. I can guide you there if needed, Scotch will be along momentarily to take care of your car."

"Wait, wait... We're talking about the same Sasuke, right?" Debian replied, his eyes growing wider with every word that the panda had spoken. Just who was Sasuke?!

"Blob of wolfdragon? Grey, charismatic, always eating?"

"Yeah...?"

"Then yes, we are, sir. Please, follow me," the panda finished, briskly walking up the stairs behind Debian up towards the front door to the mansion. Debian just stood agape for a moment, trying to process just what he was both seeing and hearing from the panda. Impossibly wealthy and impossibly fat? Sasuke was clearly something beyond what Debian had suspected... But as he thought of that, mindlessly following the panda butler towards his newfound benefactor, Debian couldn't help but grin dumbly. He had found his ticket, finally, to real obesity. It wasn't a quick task, but he had found something that would enable him to get to the sizes that he craved and far beyond. Sure, it would take time, but the thylacine was ready for that... As he suspected that things were about to get a lot easier for him.

"Ah, Debian," Sasuke hollered from across the dining room, a guttural belch punctuating his outburst as he sat, or rather spread, across a bench meant for four furs that held just his colossal rear end. The draolf looked to be eating, obviously, but just what he was eating... It looked to be some sort of turkey, but far larger than one that Debian had ever seen. The thylacine was beyond questioning anything about the wolfdragon, though, so instead of asking, he just gave a wave and lumbered on over towards the wolfdragon. Sasuke didn't even make a move to get up from his spot at the table, instead just stuffing more of the oversized bird into his muzzle as he tore flesh from bone like it was nothing. "I see you made it."

"I did, and... Uhm... Just who are you?" The draolf chuckled at the question, his heft quaking rather slowly with mirth as rolls and folds of pure, buttery fat just sloshed along the sides of that massive, overstuffed beast of comfort.

"A glutton who knows when he sees one of his kind," Sasuke started, taking a large bite of turkey before continuing. "I see it in you, so I have an offer. Stay here, and see just where that gluttony takes you." The offer wasn't veiled in a threat or talked around, it was just out in the open. Sasuke had been blunt before in their conversations, but this was something else entirely; he was asking Debian to give up his life and succumb to the throes of gluttony. There were parts of the thylacine that were conflicted on this task, unsure of just what he should say or whether or not accepting the offer was a good idea. There were also louder parts of the thylacine screaming for him to take the offer immediately, without worrying about the consequences. It was just what he wanted and more, giving him his life's desire without any strings or worries along with it. Would there be potential issues later on? Would he probably never leave the mansion that he had arrived in? Were there perfectly logical reasons to decline? Yes, yes, and yes... But Debian wasn't worried about little things like that. His stomach didn't seem to be either, as it gave a long, deep groaning gurgle of hunger for the thylacine's answer. Sasuke's ears perked up as he heard that, a devious smile curling onto his muzzle as he looked Debian up and down oncemore.

"I'll take that as a yes."

A few whirlwind minutes of disrobing the thylacine from clothes that had clearly fit nearly 50 pounds ago, and Debian was left standing nude before Sasuke. His heavy haunches, black-furred and bulging out from the sides of his frame with heft, shook slightly thanks to being asked to hold up so much inactive thylacine. His arms, a mix of orange, white, and black fur along their bulging lengths, looked to be both made of muscle and fat thanks to just how much weight Debian had crammed into his form. His white-striped tail, sagging heavily on the ground behind him and looking like an overstuffed snake protruding from the twin foothills of fat that were his rump, twitched slightly with nerves as he was clearly being sized up by the draolf. The orange in his eyes locked with the red of the draolf's, and Sasuke's judging face softened lightly as the fear in Debian's gaze was palpable. The thylacine clearly wasn't fully expecting this, and Sasuke being... As forward as he usually was had made Debian more than a little nervous. Thankfully, his mound of a host looked to see that, leaning himself heavily over the sagging, expansive acreage of fat that spilled out for yards around him to place both a paw and a few hundred pounds of rolling fat, against and on the monster. The feeling of that bulk, damp with sweat and smelling of an almost sweet, chocolatey musk, but also impossibly soft and unbelievably doughy, pressing against Debian was enough to calm even his frazzled and stunned nerves nigh instantly. His concerns vanished, his worried floated away, and he was ready to fully commit to whatever he had just agreed to.

Two days later, Debian wasn't quite sure he had been truly ready.

Back to the present, where Debian was looking around the room, he had been shuffled off into, and the thylacine just groaned as he felt his stomach painfully stuffed yet again. He hadn't expected his feedings to be so aggressive, but the food just never seemed to stop coming. Every waking moment, the thylacine was stuffed with food relentlessly. Sometimes it was Sasuke, sometimes it was that panda butler, and sometimes there were others in the room too. There was a pink, fat dragon that seemed to just bubble whenever he spoke, a pear-shaped toucan that couldn't have been less interested in the feasting Debian was doing, and a hugely fat German Shepherd that Debian swore he had seen before, but couldn't place their face. It was a myriad of faces, foods, and just overstimulus for the thylacine. He hadn't been ready for this, as he had simply expected a weekend of feeding with Sasuke, and yet he was getting a funnel, and food by the cart-load. In fact, it was that and more, as everyone who had come into the room was under strict orders from Sasuke; Debian wasn't to move a muscle when it came to eating, only his jaw or his throat. It was an odd order, but Sasuke justified in his usual charismatic way, saying that the thylacine shouldn't be burning excess calories with petty things like eating or moving at all. Thusly, Debian had simply planted his rump on a mattress that seemed to be made for someone far larger than him and ate. And ate. And ate. It was a somewhat boring existence at first, but the television in the room and the constant company whenever he was awake from whomever was feeding him that particular stuffing session was enough to keep him at least somewhat entertained. The thylacine didn't expect much more than this though, as Hyede, the panda butler, had already come in the previous day to inform Debian that his entire life outside the mansion had been handled. Notices had been given to his job, his apartment, and even his insurance. His car was safe in Sasuke's garage, his belongings were in storage, and everything else was handled to the point that Debian again had to question just who he had befriended. Those worries were eschewed again by more food, enough to put Debian in a food coma for nearly twelve hours before his stomach had digested enough to allow him to eat more; not that he had much of a choice in that matter, of course.

After the first few days of being relentlessly stuffed, time started to blend together for Debian. He wasn't told what time it was, and he had no clock with which to tell time. Combined with the constant influx of trashy television, the incessant feeding that left him always passing out into food-induced naps, and the introduction of pot brownies for the thylacine in order to 'stimulate his appetite,' Debian was just brainlessly eating for an indeterminate amount of time. He had moments of clarity in those stretches of eating, times where he was aware of at least portions of his gains, but nothing concrete for him to latch onto. His brain was slowly, steadily, being turned into malleable mush thanks to just how much food was being crammed down his throat. The feedings too were becoming larger in scope, a hose often incorporated after around two full carts of food, or at least that was what Debian thought with what few brain cells he had control over. Food had taken full control over the thylacine, forcing him to eat just to have something to do or to quiet the ever-increasing demands of his stomach. That bulging swell of monster meat, expanding out before him more and more every day... It was a show of just how much Debian had grown, and something that he took sick pride in. His stomach started to block his view of the television? Move that television so he could see. His stomach took more food to fill? More hoses. His gut demanded food even when he slept? A drip-feed to keep him crammed full of food even as he slept. It was just the existence that Debian wanted, and yet... He couldn't help but want to know just how big he had grown.

Months into his self-imposed exile in Sasuke's mansion and the thylacine was given his wish. The pot brownies had stopped two days before, and it was a morning that thylacine wasn't woken up by a paw forcefully cramming food down into his mouth. Debian immediately groaned loudly at this fact, as his stomach and mind were so conditioned to want food that even a moment conscious without it felt like an endless, torturous eternity. The monster was about to whine for food when he heard the low, heavy wheeze of Sasuke in the room. The draolf was indeed right there in front of him, looking down at the thylacine... But not as much as Debian remembered. In fact, many things weren't as Debian remembered them. He went to move his arms, his legs, any part of himself to try and stretch out joints that hadn't been moved in longer than the monster could remember. Instead of movement, though, he was met with a sluggish wobble, making his eyes go wide with surprise. Sasuke simply grinned at this, wordlessly stepping aside so that Debian could see the wall of mirrors installed on the far side of the room from him. It was... Something Debian had never expected to see, and yet something that instantly stirred his buried cock deep within the folds of unwashed, musky fat between his doughy thighs. Debian was utterly enormous, filling the mattress that he had been placed on and then some. His feet looked to almost be swallowed by the collars of fat coming from his calves, bulging around those overblown paws and pulling at the clawed appendages to get them into the trap of fat that his legs had become. His thighs looked to be wider, by a large margin, than Debian was tall, dimpled with cellulite and with the fur on the sides of those expansive balls of dough starting to thin. Beneath that thinned fur were rivers of stretchmarks, coloring the landscape and showing just how fast Debian had put on the weight that left him as the beached, burgeoning blob that he was. His belly... That grand swell of fat looked to be a living entity of its own. Rolls upon rolls lined its sides, even three lining the front to make Debian look as though he had three bellies. The lowest roll, spreading out beyond the length of his legs and obscuring the ground for far over a yard in front of Debian, was taut with how much weight rested against it. There weren't words for how soft and doughy the roll above it was, but it quivered and quaked with every breath the thylacine took; it was just pure adipose. The top roll looked to be where his stomach truly was, and it was overstretched to the point that the white fur of his stomach looked almost pink with the flesh beneath it. Stretchmarks littered that surface too, another show of just how much weight Debian had crammed onto his body in such a short time. His moobs above that... They looked to be flattened pancakes of fat, spreading out beneath his arms and around to his back with weight and size that pressed down even on that grandiose swell of belly that dominated the thylacine's form. His arms... Those weren't moving, as his hands were all but swallowed by the fat of his wrists, and his biceps were twice as wide as they were long. His fingers wiggled, but even those were too fat to move well; each one was slowly swallowing the claw at the end of the digit. It was a sight to behold and to think Debian had to do it over cheeks and jowls that sagged off his face like a pair of stomachs, with a neck that looked to be a tire off a large vehicle, and with fat rising above his head towards the ceiling behind him thanks to his ass and tail riding up one wall of the room... It was a sight to see. Combined with the brown-tinge to his formerly white fur from the unwashed sweat that seeped and oozed from every roll of fat on his frame, the countless crumbs and stains from spittle, food, and shakes that had been pumped into his beached form over the months he had been there the stench of his musk that permeated the air and made the room feel almost humid, and even the heavy, persistent wheeze which whistled out of his muzzle with every straining breath... And Debian was beyond overwhelmed by what he saw. He couldn't even take it all in at once, his head swimming in both arousal and unadulterated lust at what he saw. His buried cock leaked and twitched somewhere beneath the thousands of pounds of thylacine above it, but with neither Sasuke nor Debian capable of attending to that length, it would just leak pre down into those buried folds, and that would be that...

Of course, it was until Sasuke pulled out a third hose for Debian.