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"Right, let's get this overfed pup back on his paws." Ned stood. He took a moment to stretch and crack his knuckles, showing off his gut as it strained against his button-up.

Rosco had a hard time not staring at the hippo's dick, still sticking out from his unzipped pants. His thick gray shaft led into a stretch of foreskin that tightly covered the base of his head, which, while hard, was dry at the tip.

Joe joined the hippo, also not bothering to put his dick away. Though, his familiar, pale-pink spire was shiny with precum as it twitched beyond his sheath. "How do we go about it?" Joe asked, staring down at Burger.

The bull-pup lay still, arm-fat pooling on the floor just like the rest of him, his eyes turned up needily at their daddies. Rosco shifted back, but kept close enough to watch them.

"I got his shoulder, you got his hip and back. Count of three, we lift him, gonna drop him back on his front." Ned knelt and gripped Burger's shoulder, pressing deep into the padding around it. "Not much muscle here anymore, huh Burger?"

Burger's tail flicked, and he shook his head while he let out a content huff.

Joe was quiet as he put his hands on Burger's lower body. His fingers sunk into the bull-pup's hip, with his other hands disappearing even more in the rolls of fat on his back. In fact, Joe seemed to grip handfuls of tallow more than anything firm underneath them. His face was painted with near-disbelief. A question blurted out of his snout. "His 'master' really got him this big?"

Ned squished Burger's upper arm like a bag of pancake batter. "Oh Anselm's a real all-or-nothing kind of guy, he gets in his head that he wants something and..." He gestured at the hundreds of pounds of beef-fat beneath them. "I'm sure you can understand, looking at your own pup." Ned winked at Rosco.

The wolf shifted on his padded knees, feeling the weight of his own belly and moobs hanging beneath him. Joe did like feeding him, that was for sure. He rubbed his side against Joe's, letting him feel the softness of his flank.

Joe glanced at him, but that troubled look had returned to his face.

"Ready?" Ned asked, though he didn't wait for an answer. "Three, two, one-"

His deep grunt was joined by Joe's own as they both squeezed tight on the flesh in their hands and lifted with the strength of all their limbs. Burger tried to shift himself to help them, and Rosco got a front-row seat to the slow flowing of the bull-pup's flesh. As he was lifted by one side, his fat slumped down with the will of gravity, pulling his tits towards the floor and flattening out his entire other side.

Joe planted his shoulder against Burger's lower back, seeming to rest into a pillow of sweaty beef.

Burger let out a faint, difficult moo, and with another shove from Ned, his weight finally distributed further to the front.

Rosco felt Burger's impact through the floor, as the bull-pup's moobs puffed out to his sides. The mountain of his form reverberated, waves of motion racing across him, sloshing back and forth a few times before going still.

"There you go boy." Ned patted Burger's ass, now even more revealed by his poorly-fitting briefs.

Burger caught the breath that had been pushed out of him by the fall, and slowly began to bring his arms and legs beneath him.

For a moment, Rosco wondered if Burger might fail to lift himself back up from the front as well, but like a foundation being pulled out of the Earth, Burger's cumbersome form slowly rose - though he didn't seem to have the energy to quite lift his belly off the floor. It was enough to walk, at least.

Rosco wandered over to Burger and gave him a lick behind the ear.

Burger's big head shifted towards him, and his bovine snout nuzzled against Rosco's face, sniffing and licking across it until the wolf-pup couldn't restrain a little laugh.

Ned brought Joe back to the couch, and leaned into it as he looked out at the two pups. Rosco's paws padded rhythmically on the floor. What was next?

"Wanna give them some orders?" Ned asked.

Joe cleared his throat while he buried that troubled look. "Sure."

Ned cocked a brow excitedly. "You want to feel Burger's mouth? I'm sure curious what that wolfy tongue can do." He looked with clear desire at Rosco.

Rosco nodded subtly as he caught Joe's eye.

"Okay then, both of you, up." Joe gestured with a finger.

Burger struggled onto his knees, hands held limply in front of him. Rosco followed suit, glancing to be sure he was doing it right.

"If you want your treats," Joe slowly got back into the swing of being a daddy, "speak."

"Buff! Ouf!" Burger answered.

"Rouff! Brouf! Aruff!" Rosco's tail wagged proudly at his barks.

"Then come here, Burger." Joe stroked his dick.

"And you, soft puppy," Ned patted his thigh, "have a bone here for you."

Rosco walked slowly to Ned. While the idea had been exciting, he found a cool nervousness moving through his limbs as he approached the overbearing hippo. All told, Rosco wasn't much shorter than him, but looking up from all-fours, Ned was an imposing authority.

Ned's hands reached out, and took Rosco by the cheeks, firmly guiding him to the hippo's dick. Rosco's nose filled with the smell of earthy cologne, starched fabric, and subdued masculine musk.

"Don't mind the tank here." Ned patted his solid gut and spread his legs to give Rosco easy access to his 'bone'.

Old fantasies of friend's dads flashed in Rosco's mind as he felt Ned's watch brush against his cheek. His college math teacher had been a hippo too, and had given him much more than just probability to fill his head with during lectures. So he leaned forward between Mr. Tenor's legs, and opened his snout to take the tip of his dick.

The cool metal watch-band pressed through Rosco's fur to chill the skin of his face as Ned's rough fingers rested on his cheeks, not yet gripping. "There you go, puppy. Guess you're more used to playing with sheaths, huh? Just use that tongue of yours."

It was true, but Rosco wasn't unfamiliar with foreskin, and honestly he found them pretty similar. Ned's skin was even like Joe's sheath - pulled taut by the girth of the flesh within it. He leaned in and closed his lips around just the head, able to feel the ridges of Ned's glans through his skin. He took a deep breath, filling his nose again with that cologne. It was understated, and the smell simply reminded him of businessmen and busy, button-shirted dads.

He probed softly with his tongue, discovering the ridge of Ned's foreskin, which left a small opening through which he could taste the tip. A drop of precum coated the front of his tongue, salty but unique. There was something almost grassy about it, seeming to fit the scent of a hippo - Rosco had certainly never tasted one before. Wanting more, he pressed his tongue around, warming Ned's dick and trying to get beneath that tight ridge. It slowly began to expand for him, though kept its resistance as Rosco delved inside. It was hot, and the taste made his neck-fur stand on end. Concentrated sex, spread out along smooth glans. He could feel just a thin surface of softness on Ned's head, before everything hardened beneath.

"Oh you are good at that," Ned patted Rosco on the back of the head, then began to stroke his cheeks. "Daddy likes your tongue, wolf-boy."

Rosco mumbled in pleasure, feeling his own loins press hard against his underwear. His hands wanted to wander under his waistband, but he had to be a good puppy while he was with Ned.

"I can see why he makes you so happy, Joe." Ned laughed. "You enjoying the big guy?"

Joe grunted. Rosco's ears twitched at the sounds of wet slurping, and the ever-out-of-breath huffs of Burger. "Yeah he-" Joe's words staggered for a second, "he knows what he's doing."

Rosco got Ned's foreskin to pull back most of the way, but couldn't quite get at the back of his head.

Ned squeezed his cheeks, starting to massage the muscle under the fat. "Think you can get a man's dick deeper in that snout, puppy?" He asked, his gruff voice playing across Rosco's skull.

Giving up on his first plan, Rosco bent his head forward, careful to keep his sharp teeth out of the way as he felt hippo flesh slowly fill his mouth. It pressed on his tongue, brushed his cheeks, and threatened to reach into his throat if he kept going. Thankfully, Rosco's nose tapped Ned's fat pad, relieving him from however much of the length it covered.

Rosco began to lift his mouth up and down, pulling with his tongue and lips to suck at Ned's dick like a gray popsicle - though, even here the hippo's skin was rough.

He had to pick up the pace as Ned tugged at his cheeks, guiding him in a constant rhythm. The hippo's firm gut pressed against the top of his head every time he went down, while Ned's breath began to grow heavier.

All the while, hesitant moans escaped from Joe on the other end of the couch, with smothered sounds of effort emanating from Burger's throat.

"Good boy, right were you belong..." Ned dug his thumbs into Rosco's cheeks. "Your daddy must have trained you real well for this."

Joe panted. "Came naturally to him."

"He should know better than to leave a man's balls unattended, though. Eh, big puppy? Gimme your paw." One of Ned's hands released Rosco's face.

Rosco began to raise his arm, then felt Ned's fingers grip it, calloused skin digging into the soft padding of fat while his big, clumsy paw just hung limp.

Ned brought it to his sack, resting between those khaki-clad thighs. "Go on, boy." He chuckled. "Looks like Burger's gonna beat you to it otherwise."

Joe's sounds were too familiar to miss - a deep, shuddering breath, shaking his chest as he got close to the edge.

Imagining the praise from these two big men, Rosco began to eagerly fondle Ned's balls, tracing out the shape of their chords in his wrinkly skin. They were a long, oval shape, so Rosco dragged his pudgy fingers down them, tugging on their pouch. He was glad for Ned guiding his mouth up and down, so he could focus with his snout full - even as a few slobbery drops of precum dripped from his lip.

He was sure not to pull too hard, but Ned seemed to grunt happily as Rosco tugged, so he kept it up, dragging the hippo's cum-makers gradually downwards, coaxing them to lower in their sack. He kept hoping to feel them pull back against him, but Ned seemed to be slow to fire.

Ned's dick pulsed against his tongue, and he rubbed a hand up and down Rosco's shoulders. "Just like that, boy. Good thing Burger's new friend has such a nice mouth."

Rosco's thighs shuddered, and he shifted just to feel his dick rub against the tight boxer-briefs. Was he really going to cum before Ned? No, he had to have more control of himself than that. He wasn't that much of a dumb, horny puppy.

Probably.

He pressed his snout further than it had gone before, resisting the natural urge to keep his throat free. His nose dug into Ned's fat pad, as he took as much of that turgid root past his lips as he could. Rosco's own breath raced through his nostrils, and he could feel his padded belly expanding and shrinking as it did.

***

Burger was going to push him over the edge soon. Joe tightened his thighs and core, trying to keep from cumming yet. But the bull-puppy was relentless, taking Joe's dick all the way to the flattened folds of his sheath.

And all the while, he had his hands on burger's head. While his powerful bovine features were still there, giving him that solid look, they were well-buried under cheeks and chins, even the back of his head smothered with little folds of tallow. He must have had an impressive, square snout underneath the pounds of fat that turned it soft and indistinct.

His neck had completely vanished, even such wide muscles dominated by chub. Joe had to admit, all that flesh felt good between his legs, but he kept staring into the dark-brown fur, seeing Burger's ears flick, his expression a mask of pleasure and submission even as he took Joe's balls into his mouth. Those blunt teeth seemed almost to not exist, Burger clearly well-trained in only using the soft bits.

Joe'd never had a bull go down on him like this. Usually, their horns made it difficult to take him all the way without hurting his ribs.

He found his fingers gripping the stubs. Or, trying to. There was so little left that he couldn't even get a hold on. Just two flat disks where the pride and joy of a bull used to stand.

His stomach knotted at the same time that his loins flushed with energy. Was something about the taboo idea exciting to him? Joe tightened his grip on Burger's head, lust crowding out even the concern in his chest.

"Look at him, huh?" Ned said, a shoulder suddenly brushing against Joe.

Joe glanced down between Ned's thighs, where Rosco's own head was buried. Those pointy, velvet ears perked up against the hippo's paunch, his cute snout slobbering on his dick. Rosco's big, hefty body sat obediently on his knees, blubber-softened back filling with his breath, tail shifting eagerly on the floor. "Hey puppy," Joe murmured.

"Oh he's - cute," Ned stammered, before regaining his composure, much quicker than Joe could have. "But I meant the semi truck you got there."

Burger's ears flicked up excitedly at the comment.

"Careful you don't wind yourself, Burger." Ned smirked. "You don't finish the big moose, and I'll have to tell Anselm to put that special gag back on you."

Burger let out a soft, guttural whine, which resonated nicely against Joe's dick.

"Really likes that kind of treatment, huh?" Joe asked, trying not to sound out of breath himself.

Ned leaned over. "You're nice, Joe, real nice to this wuff of yours." He flicked a horny glance down at Burger. "This big slab of meat? He can take it a little rougher. Gotta tenderize him, anyway."

Rosco peeked open a soft, yellow eye, clearly still concerned for the accuracy of Burger's name.

Well, why would Burger let his horns get cut off if he didn't want things a little meaner? And Joe didn't have too long to try, before the bull-puppy would get a face of moose cum.

"You just can't stop stuffing this mouth, can you?" Joe taunted, bringing a hand beneath Burger's multiple chins. "How many gallons of sweat do you soak into that fur?" He explored the warm wetness between them.

Burger's ears stayed perked, and he sucked with even more desperation.

"Ah-" Joe gasped. "Does Anselm even have to tell you to suck him off, or do you just open that snout the second you see a dick?" His skin prickled at his own words. Of course he teased Rosco, but never with this kind of tone. And yet, his dick was racing with electricity as the most massive bull he'd ever seen just knelt there and kept sucking him off while he spoke like that. "You know, not like the kind you have, locked in a cage you can't even see. But an actual, hard-"

Burger took a heavy, frantic swallow, the fleshy walls of his throat squishing against the end of Joe's dick, while the bull-puppy sucked as hard as he could on the root.

"Fuck- fuck-" Joe growled. He grabbed the back of Burger's head and kept him there, half-swallowing his meat, while the moose's balls tugged up against Burger's lower teeth, and pumped hot splashes of white right into his throat. "That belly- must be- so used- to cum." He rocked his hips to push even harder into Burger. "This how you- turned into- such a tub of fat?"

Burger let out a low whine, and continued to suck on Joe even after the last pumps were finished, as the moose fell back into the couch.

"Yeah, clean him off good," Ned said, his voice shuddering. It wasn't long before his own hips bucked, and the hippo emptied himself into Joe's sweet puppy.

Rosco had always struggled with this part, swallowing with surprise as thick, white ropes drooled out of his mouth.

Ned rubbed his shoulders and let him pull back after he was done.

Gasping with a few little coughs, Rosco forced the breath back into his lungs. He looked up at Ned and Joe, his snout a complete mess, chin dripping frothy fluids, pillowy breasts stained with long streaks that had rolled down through the fur of his neck - and the collar of fat that surrounded it.

"Did I-" Rosco began, before stopping himself with wide eyes and slanting ears.

Ned glanced at Joe, a brow cocked.

The knot in Joe's stomach had turned into a little pit as he kept going over what he'd said just a minute ago. He reached over and tweaked Rosco's ear even while Burger continued to lick at his softening dick. "You did a good job, puppy," Joe said softly, ignoring his little transgression. He petted Rosco's head, glad not to find any nubs as he did.

***

Rosco wished he knew what was troubling Joe. The moose's jaw was set hard, even after finishing in Burger.

The bull-puppy sat by Rosco, his immense bulk shifting slightly as he waited for more instructions.

Ned stretched and rose from the couch, cracking his back before slowly stuffing his dick back into his briefs and zipping his pants. He looked down at the puppies. "Damn, I thought Burger was a messy boy."

Rosco's ears flushed. He glanced over, and Burger did have some stains around his snout, but Rosco could feel how much cum painted his own fur.

"Yeah, he gets too excited to use that mouth of his, I think," Joe said quietly.

"Well, why don't you go get that muzzle then? Especially since he's been such a bitey boy tonight." Ned turned to the kitchen. "I'll clean them off."

Joe nodded, but called out, "Make sure it's warm for Rosco."

The hippo guffawed as the sink ran. "What a spoiled boy." He returned and wiped down Burger first, with a few rough strokes of a towel and a confirming swat on the butt.

Rosco hesitated for a moment to give Ned his chin. Even after sucking his dick, Ned's touch was still a little unfamiliar, and his instincts fluttered in his chest. But the hippo gripped him gently, and wiped around his face in smaller motions. It was still a bit rough, tugging at Rosco's lip and roughing up the fur on his chest, but Rosco managed to keep his arms planted on the ground. When Ned began dabbing at his neck, Rosco looked up frantically, trying not to panic, and was glad to see Joe'd returned. He wouldn't let anybody hurt him.

Ned patted Rosco between the ears. "Good boy. Hope you got all that biting out of your system."

Joe took Ned's place, the cloth muzzle draped over his hand. He stroked Rosco's cheek and caught his eyes. "This okay?" He whispered.

Rosco thought back to the first time he'd worn a muzzle, how panicked he'd been. But he'd gotten used to it for a little while, and this one could come off whenever he wanted. His heart still pounded at the thought, but he wouldn't give Joe any more trouble, he'd be a good puppy for him. Rosco nodded.

"Alright, straps first." Joe laid a strip of cloth over top over Rosco's head, and joined it to one that encircled the bottom of his jaw. A tiny clinking of metal reminded Rosco of the locks, and the key Joe had just turned inside of one. Next, the moose draped the actual muzzle flaps over Rosco's snout, pulling them tight until he couldn't open it more than a sliver.

Rosco's breath rushed hard enough that it rang in his ears, and he nearly froze as something heavy rested against his back. Burger's snout settled on top of Rosco's head, while his fat oozed across him. On one hand, the heat of the bull-pup was soothing. But on the other, as Joe clicked shut the first snout lock, Rosco couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he was a wolf without his teeth, with two big herbivores penning him in.

The other locks clicked quickly after, as Joe got the hang of it. He set the key around his neck, dangled from a thin chain.

A whimper escaped Rosco's snout. He was defenseless now.

"Aw, puppy still doesn't like his muzzle?" Ned asked in a patronizing voice. "Maybe we should show him it's not the worst thing he can be put in?"

"What do you mean?" Joe asked warily.

"I mean," Ned's smile turned mean, but he directed it at Burger, "you ought to give your little pup friend the same treatment he gave you, now he can't open that snout."

What treatment was he talking about? The biting? Rosco's ears flicked back, as he stared up at Burger and confronted the fact that he now had nothing on this bull - he was smaller, less solid in his frame, and he had no teeth to fight back.

Joe caught his attention, and beckoned with a finger. "Roll on over, Rosco."

Rosco shuffled a little closer to Joe, and did as he was told. But, as soon as he was on his back, his instincts sparked again. His belly was exposed like this, his vulnerable parts. He had to stare up at Joe to keep from rolling back onto his paws, repeating in his mind that the moose wouldn't let anything happen to him. Joe would protect him if he needed help. It was just playing.

Joe got down on a knee and rubbed Rosco's breast, making the hide shift and ripple loosely over his fat. "Hey puppy, don't worry." The trouble on his own face seemed to take a back seat as he comforted Rosco.

Ned followed suit, sitting down with a grunt on Rosco's other side so that he could pat the wolf's flank. "Open up those legs, pup."

His legs? Rosco slowly shifted, having to shuffle his rump on the carpet to spread out his thighs.

On cue, Burger lumbered forward and brought his snout down towards Rosco. But rather than going for a bite on his exposed puppy belly, the bull instead stuck his nose between Rosco's legs, nudging with the top of his snout to lift his belly out of the way.

Oh, that treatment. Rosco's dick twitched in need.

But before Burger could get to it, Ned cut in, "Now Burger, remember, you've already had your bone today."

The bull-pup whined, but lowered his snout. His hot breath simply poured over Rosco's balls as they rested between his thighs in their fuzzy pouch. Rosco whimpered as he felt them both slurped up into warm, wet confines, the cords now laid across Burger's teeth. His heart pounded in natural fear and arousal, and he turned pleading eyes on Joe and Ned. If Burger was going to take his vulnerable parts, couldn't he at least suck his dick too?

It pulsed so hard against the heft of Rosco's belly, precum flowing from its tip, and little pricks of excitement flashed on his knot whenever Burger's heavy breath coursed past.

"Just be grateful you're not locked away, puppy. Imagine how sore that'd be," Ned chided.

Joe brought his other hand to Rosco's middle, beginning to rub. "Look at you, such a soft boy." He gave Rosco a sly smile.

While Burger's sucking sent tense pleasure through Rosco's loins, he could feel his belly fat rub against his dick as Joe's hand continued to send ripples of motion through it.

It wasn't much pressure, but Rosco had more than enough of that in his dick already, and just the brushing of his fur on his tip made his thighs shudder. Rosco tried to open his mouth to pant, but could only huff hard through his nostrils, fingers curling on the rug.

"You got excited, huh pup?" Patting the side of his ass, Ned grinned at Rosco's obvious desperation.

Rosco tried to think. How could he get them to let Burger move his maw upwards? Maybe if he just made sad enough little noises at Joe, the moose would have to give in-

His thoughts were interrupted by his belly squishing on his knot, just as Burger took another tug on his sack. Joe had used his fat like a thick mitt. The sudden impact of an orgasm hammered between his legs, but there was no hand, no mouth, nothing at all pumping his dick. It just twitched as the heat burned through him.

Rosco let out a painful howl, smothered by his shut muzzle, as cum dribbled aimlessly out of him, shooting a bit with the pulsing of his pelvic muscles, but otherwise just rolling down to fill his fat sheath.

His balls couldn't even pull tight against him, as the bull-pup only seemed to notice what'd happened when cum dripped onto his snout.

Ned's laughter made Rosco's ears flush hot. "Too sensitive for your own good, puppy! Maybe a cage would be the best thing for you."

Rosco let out a shuddering breath, without the energy to respond to that. His loins burned with the same neediness, even as Burger let his balls go and pulled his snout away.

"I think he's had a hard enough time already," Joe said softly. He balked for a moment as Rosco looked up at him with an exaggerated pain of betrayal - and a quite real desperation.

Seeing the moose's reaction, Rosco softened his expression, but clearly that concern had returned to Joe's face.

"Well," Ned grunted as he stood and stretched his back. "I don't know about you young guys, but all that food's starting to hit me. How's a nice lay down sound?"

"Yeah," Joe said. "I could go for some cuddling."

Rosco nodded, and rubbed his head against Joe's arm, even as his dick ached.