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With a loud thunk, a car door closed, and two weary white paws shuffled up the cracked concrete drive and around the curved path to the front door. Momentarily these paws stumbled, then kicked at the broken piece of cement they tripped over. The owner of these two paws, a rather muscular white and caramel beige Rottweiler, sighed and took note of the lawns need of mowing. He walked up to the dilapidated screen door, picked it up, and set it to the side of the walk. The old front door was in desperate need of paint or more likely replacement, but the four locks the Rottweiler was fumbling with were factory new. Four clicks later the door creaked as it swung into the front room, and in stomped the muscular Rott. The beefy junkyard dog locked the door behind him, as thick musk infiltrated his nose. The thick stink sent shivers up his spine, and brought a toothy grin to his lips.

The sound of a car passing brought him to the window next to the door, looking out through the bars while giving the door a tug. while the neighborhood outside wasn't the worst, there were still a few gangs within walking distance, and it wasn't what he was protecting, so much as who. Satisfied it was safe, the big dog once more took in several breaths of the thick musk, wandering in to find its point of genesis. Walking around the dining room table, he peered into the dark living room, hiding a bag behind his back. Oddly enough a stack of five pizzas, the top one open and half gone, sat alone watching tv. the rest of the house was dark as well, but a sudden burst of light from the kitchen caused him to stalk over for a closer look. The light was emanating from the refrigerator, the door stood open as a rather large rear end wiggled back and forth happily.

The Rottweiler hid around the corner, watching the dimpled ass sagging out of the too small, sweat stained briefs. With a beer in each hand, and a third hanging from his mouth the full figured figure stood up and turned to the cabinets next to him allowing the fridge to shut. Even in the dark kitchen the Rottweiler pulled a love struck grin, taking in that overfed beast. If one wasn't informed beforehand you would never know this creature was once a lean mean Doberman Pinscher. Packed into a pair of sweaty briefs and a wifebeater turned wonderbra, the fat dog shoved a roll of paper towels under his arm and started towards the door. The Rottweiler's eyes bugged as his slipped out of sight, watching the dobie waddle by. The shirt was hiked up under his arms and plumping his breasts up to a perky level, meanwhile allowing his chocolate brown belly to sag out like a water balloon full of gravy.

As the Doberman started to walk away, the Rottweiler slowly followed, his own footfalls masked by the creaking, thudding of the hefty hounds. Moving into the living room the Rottweiler drooled, his eyes following the wobble of that fat ass as those tremendous thighs fought to slide around each other. Between two back fat rolls a short stub of a tail poked out, or more precisely porked out just enough to see the tip vibrating, from the Doberman wagging as he sucked down the beer in his maw. He set the other two on the tray table before flopping heavily into the broken couch. He swallowed down the last of the beer before nearly smashing against the wall as he pulled it from his lips. When his fat head leveled out, the Doberman found his muscular boyfriend several inches from his face. He grabbed a handful of his lard laden breast, gasping at the sharp pain from the shock.

The Rottweiler wore a look of remorse. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry sweetie..." He cradled his cringing boyfriend, fear gripping him. "Oh fuck oh fuck... are you okay?" the Doberman gasped and bobbed his head in agony, before he shoved the Rottweiler off with a conniving smirk "Yeah I'm just messing with you Laine." Laine narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't cry wolf little boy." He glared for a few moments more, then he broke out in a broad grin. The Doberman lay back into the couch, that tremendous belly heaped up high, leveling with his face. The towering Rott planted his hand on the wall behind the couch, and leaned in for a passionate kiss, locking their muzzles together. As they pulled apart the doughy Doberman wore a look of contented bliss. Holding the sides of his belly the blimp of a canine looked at the built Rott.

"Look at me Laine..." he heft the nearly four feet of gut pressing him into the couch cushions. "Look at you..." The Rottweiler tilted his head as the chowhound heaved a happy sigh "Do you think I'm sexy?" he picked at a slice of pizza in the box next to him, his belly heaving heavy with each labored breath. "Now why would you ask such a thing?" Laine crossed his arms, but his attention was on the lower curve of that engorged gut, he was looking at the way the elastic band on the underwear was biting in underneath it. "Wrell..." Dominic said through a mouth-full of pepperoni, he swallowed. "It's just, you're this big muscular model Rottweiler, and I'm..." The Rottweiler leaned forward and pressed his fingers to the pizza pups lips. "Come now... You're very sexy..." Dominic nibbled sheepishly at his deep dish meat lovers special. "But you're a god, and I'm... well... He shoved the rest of the slice in his mouth. "Ilm a wrail..."

Laine was paying equal attention to Dom's words as he was to his belly button, a perfect storm brewing behind that work pants fly. the Rottweiler frowned, and unzipped his fly, allowing his underwear wrapped erection the flop out. "Well" asked the heavy Dom still looking at the pizza. Laine stomped forward, his throbbing boner pulsing. Laine placed a foot on the couch, he stepped up onto it straddling Dominic's gut, the fat dog suddenly very aware of the pulsing meat above him. The Rottweiler placed a hand on the wall, and lowered that pulsing member into Dominic's deep well of a navel. After probing the Doberman's bloated gut the Rottweiler allowed himself to fall on top of him, held in place only by his rigid cock.

Dominic gasped under his heavy muscled boyfriend. "Truthfully..." He rested his elbows on the fat moobs between them. "...my big fat fatty hippo hog dog Doberman, you're not near big enough to be sexy." He grabbed at the fat dogs love handles and squeezed before shoving his nose under that sweat and pizza stained a-shirt and taking several deep whiffs of that pungent smells. Dominic was having trouble breathing, Laine weighing quite a bit from all his heavy lifting at the scrapyard. Getting his fill of the pheromone rich musk the muscular canine grabbed a slice of pizza and quickly ripped a few bites off, it was still piping hot the sweet hot sausage complementing the sweet tomato sauce nicely. Dominic cracked another beer and handed it up, though he was focusing most of his energy on keeping his lungs filled. "You're heavy..." he said as the buff dog took a long swig "You're fat..." he responded with a smile. "AND..." he leaned up to steal another kiss. "...you're beautiful." he finished his pizza, and lay atop his ponderous butterball.

"Laine." Dominic gasped, the muscled Rott snuggled in tight, eyes closed "Yes sweetie?" he smiled as he pulled his beer up for another sip, Dominic wheezed "You're still really heavy..." Laine looked Dom in the face and noticed the distress. Nearly spitting out the stout he planted his hand on the wall and pushed his feet back on the couch lifting himself off of Dominic, but only enough to relieve him of his own weight, he kept his throbbing cock firmly planted in the Doberman's deep navel. "Sorry sweetie, sometimes I forget..." he rubbed the beer bottle gently along the curve of that mountainous gut, watching the Doberman's face and giving a gentle hump every now and again. Dominic just watched that Rottweiler meat poke him through it's cotton prison. Panting from his arousal Laine climbed down off the couch and pointed at his buttball boyfriend with the bottle. "You need more beer..." He grinned and pulled off his work pants, kicking them over the Doberman's head "I'll be right back" He said in his sexy Lomez Labdoms voice.

Stomping into the kitchen Laine opened the fridge, popping in his surprise bag and all, he grabbed the remaining three beers from the sixpack plus an entire nother one and headed back. He stopped in the entry to the living room and stared, his heart raced at the sight. The hefty black and brown hog had resumed watching the TV, peering around the far side of the mound of flab between him and it. Even with his flabby back equally on the back and seat of the couch, that 128 inch waistline still covered most of his lap. Hot breath steamed from Laines nostrils as he smelled that rich sweat and eyed the briefs turned thong. Dominic turned and saw him, blushing horribly as he self consciously tried to pull the bra of a shirt over his gut, each tug improving one area while making everywhere else even worse. Looking over himself he whined loudly at the futility. "Oh... Oahn... I'm too fat..." The sniggering audience of one thudded over, and with the three beers still in hand pulled the beached dog into a passionate kiss. "And I'm only gonna make it worse."

Placing the six pack on the table he wedged one of the free bottles into Dom's deep belly button and cracked the other two. Handing one to the hog dog he raised his own in a toast. "To chocolate cakes and bellyaches and puppies by the ton." He took a sip before giving several passionate kisses to Dominic's already stuffed gut. Reaching over he grabbed a new pizza from the supply and placed on top of Mount Domgut, using the wedged bottle to keep it balanced. "Now let me help you finish your dinner so we can get on that extra dessert." Laine pulled out three slices and formed them into a sandwich, waving it in front of the Doberman's fat muzzle, the big dog whined. "Aw... you full already?" Dom nodded sheepishly. "You want to eat some more?" again Dom nodded before taking half the triple slice in a single bite, a broad grin forming on his broad cheeks. "That's a good puppy..." The Rottweiler then moved in, molesting the Doberman's neck rolls with passionate licks and kisses as he chewed.

Dom took the rest of the pizza and happily binged on it, sipping beer as Laine prepared another sandwich. After finishing the latest mouthful the Doberman tipped back the bottle to wash it down, Laine snuggled against the tight gut and grabbed the porky glutton's muzzle and smiled. "Drink up puppy, you need those carbs for your belly..." Dom gurgled into the bottle as Laine plugged his nostrils, the Rottweiler relished in the gurgling emanating from the canines overstuffed gut as he downed the entire bottle. "Ohn... that was..." he let out a loud *Uuuuurp* "...refreshing." Laine gave several happy licks before holding the next slice stack right against his plump pups nose, rubbing some sauce and forcing him to lick again and again. Dom opened wide and received the bulk of four slices all the way in, making him gag a bit, the Rottweiler pulled them back some, before folding them over and pressing them into the bulging brown cheeks. Laine quickly stood up and placed his hands wide on Dominic's swelling gut, giving a gentle squeeze before rubbing and pressing his fingers into and over the taught surface.

Looking up the box resting precariously on the smooth curve of brown fur, The two lovers eyes met and Dominic placed his hands on Laine's, joining in the rubbing as he chewed. Several moments passed as they slowly squeezed the tightly packed fat and stuffed tummy within, before Dom let loose on a couch shaking *BELLLCH*, making them both aware of the Doberman's mouth's currently empty state. They smiled and blushed. "More room for more carbs and..." He plucked the bottle from the dogs deep bellybutton with a pop. "...more beer." He pulled his sweaty undershirt off and used it to twist the cap off, he tossed the shirt and and took a swig, flexing all his chest muscles in the process. Now wearing only a pair of tight briefs stretched over his bulging, erect package, he placed his meaty muscled thigh once more next to the hefty chowhounds thigh, and leaned forward to place the bottle to Dominic's waiting lips. Feeding his love the beer at a more gentle pace, he leaned in and nuzzled him, pressing his thick meat into the dog's thick fat.

Smiling as he guzzled the beer, rubbing the thick muscles he could reach on the naked leg, those brilliant blue eyes locked once more into the Rottweiler's golden ones. The doughberman let out a hearty *Bellllch* before slapping his belly. "Your tummy hurt yet butterball?" Dominic simply shook his head and panted from under his guts immense weight. "Good... lets finish these..." he grabbed another fresh pizza placing atop the dogs healthy paunch. "Then we'll have dessert..." he cracked another beer "Then we'll have "Dessert"" He stuffed another stack of meaty pizza into Dominic's fat bloated jowls and placed the beer safely into his blubber laden cupholder. As the hefty canine chewed the overflowing mouthful of Italian meats Laine began licking seductively at the mouth of the bottle wedged into Dominic's piggish belly button. The Doberman growled at the erotic display, swallowing the heavy carbs and calories.

"Oh no you don't hero hound... I want that rippling, muscle swollen ass tonight." The cream colored Rottweiler climbed up over Dominic and sat so his swollen nut sack dangled just above the Doberman's fat snout, filling his porcine nostrils with heady musk. Soon the immensely overweight chowhound found something new was poking his lard laden undergut. "Can we have dessert first?" his stubby tail sent ripples up his blubbery back as it wagged enthusiastically. "No..." stated the Rottweiler bluntly, Dominic's wagging stopped. "You finish your dinner and dessert, then you get "Dessert", understand?" The plump pups tail wagged again as he nodded. "Two more pizzas, then some sugar, then I'll give you some sugar..." He stepped down again, taking a moment to wiggle his well toned, muscular ass right at sniffing distance to his porky big fat puppy.

Laine took a more methodical approach to stuffing Dominic's fat gut, one slice at a time he pressed the pizza into those squirrel like cheeks, allowing his to chew before placing his hand as far on the front of that blubbery gut as he could to feel it bulge ever so slightly. Five slices in, and The pig of a canine was showing signs of food fatigue, taking much longer to chew each additional slice and having to make two or three swallows to get it down. "Getting... getting kinda full Laine" The Rottweiler responded by sensually rubbing Dominic's protruding pot belly. "Come on baby, you can finish these... after this slice it's only a pizza and a half." The Doberman nodded and let out a few choice belches, before taking the next slice into his greedy maw. Not bothering to help Laine, he instead let the muscle bound canine stuff him while he gently rubbed at the tingling surface of his pizza gut.

"Does it hurt yet?" Laine licked at Dominic's heavy cheek, grinning as another heavy swallow was forced into the Doberman's expanding singularity. Once more Dominic shook his head, though he knew the tummy ache was coming. Laine pulled the beer from the deep divot in the fattening paunch and offered it up to the stuffed pup. "Lets fini... *Urp* finish the pies first..." Laine nodded, stuffing another slice into the blubber hounds waiting maw while he returned the bottle to the depth of Dominic's navel. Another three slices were stacked and the Rottweiler listened. smiling at the gurgling within it's tightening skin. "Through the teeth and past the gums, gut hips and thighs, here it comes." The excited rush for that bellies home stretch was filled with many moments of fear for Dominic. His whimpering falling on deaf ears as Laine's pizza filled paw met his nose and lips again and again, the Doberman swore he felt things shifting to make room for more. With a dulled clunk the bottle once residing in his belly button was forced from its comfortable resting spot and onto the floor.

The last bit of crust forced down his throat, Dom fell back into the couch which let out it's own sort of pained groan. *URRRRRP* eyes closed he rubbed large circles into the sides of his bloated chocolaty belly. *BELLLCH* a goofy grin spread across his jiggling cheeks. "That's bett..." *URRRELLLCH* the porcine Doberman's head fell backward as he huffed and panted. suddenly the rotund pig grabbed the armrest and cushion as Laine wrapped his well muscled paw around the doughy dogs throbbing, erect cock. "Absolutely stuffed..." the Rottweiler grinned and watched the hog dogs hands fell once more onto the rolling lovehandles swelling over his fat thighs. Dominic nodded and let fly another deep *URRP* "So you're really all done?" Dom nodded again still bearing his somewhat goofy grin, Laine squeezed his plump cock "Are you sure?" the tubby lardball nodded enthusiastically enough to make his extra chins slap his fat moobs.

Laine released the mound of firm meat from his grip and slid his hand up to the deep well of a belly button, proceeding to rub the adipose flesh surrounding the dark hole. Dom growled happily as the bellyache dulled slightly under the firm rubbing. "Tell you what..." he pressed his muzzle in for a kiss, exploring the inside of Dominic's mouth thoroughly, the glutton doing the same as he was rubbed and fondled. Even when the Rottweiler pulled away, the Doberman continued to hold the makeout face as both of his hands and one of Laines pushed and squeezed his thoroughly glutted gut."... if you eat all the dessert I bought you, you'll get second dessert first..." the whale dog whined a bit, but Laine pressed in for another passionate, firm, sucking kiss. letting out another *Belch* his head sank to settle on his triple chin "What is it...." Laine grabbed him and kissed him, several times excitedly, and smothered him in long loving licks before sprinting off into the kitchen.

Dominic took a moment to explore his growing body. The Doberman's beloved gut pushed out by the mass of food within while it pushed down and outwards on his thighs which were still, much to his amazement, pressed firmly together. Tracing his wide hips back he found the start of his bodacious ghetto booty, about a third of the way back from the edge of the couch, it swelled back in a slightly flattened curve and porked out halfway below the top of the back cushions, thick rolls piled atop its bounty of lard. He dragged his paws up his sides and let the rolls slide off his fingertips to bunch up once more under his sagging, lard filled biceps. Deep within it's sweaty prison, the dogs fat tail jiggled happily as he played with his own breasts, it spead up enough to cause waves in his backfat when he once more tried to pull his tightening shirt over his exposed mass. "I'm way too fat..." he lamented as his swollen gut remained over exposed for the world to see.

He looked up from his obesity to see a mountain of Rottweiler, standing in the door watching him, holding a box and a bottle of chocolate syrup. "Admit it..." he said grinning a devilish grin "... you love being fat as much as I love making you fat." The Doberman continued to rub his fat body. "you should just consider yourself lucky I love you, you fucker."Laine took the harsh comment in stride. "You got a lotta nerve you fat fuck." he grinned and sat the cold box on Dom's fat swollen chest, the piggish dog sniffing curiously at the heavy box. "No no no... first you gotta take your medicine." The muscular Rottweiler pulled the lid off the bottle of chocolate with a little too much skill for someone with his muscle tone. He gently caressed the Doberman's cheek as the economy size bottle made it's way into the economy size dog. Meanwhile the fat canine was groaning through every swallow, feeling the aching fullness increase through each solid piston of chocolatey goodness he sent to his vastly overfilled belly.

The gloriously overfed Doberman let out several hoarse coughs and a deep, wet *ELLLLLCH*, rubbing a little more fervently at his tightly packed gut. "Now for the main event..." Laine expertly slit his claws down the corners of the box, he had no apparent intention of having leftovers tonight, he pulled its contents out and tossed the cardboard among the pizza boxes. Dominic looked upon the huge dessert with an odd mixture of fear and happiness. "This is it huh? The day I finally explode." Lanie snorted in derision and placed the heavy cheesecake as level as he could on the swell of man bosom Dominic called his chest. At least 18" around and 6 inches deep, it was a double decker chocolate cheesecake with a white chocolate drizzle. Seeming to defy its cold state the cocoa smell drifting off of it bore exceptionally warm tones of chocolate with just a hint of vanilla.

"Now if I really thought you were going to explode... I never would have brought it in hee." he kissed Dom's piggish snout and grinned. Dom, meanwhile, was at odds with his body. Overstuffed belly aching as it was, he drooled as though he had yet to eat today. "I know your eyes are bigger than your belly, so you should be able to finish no problem, and then we'll go to the bedroom and I'll rub all your pains away..." Dominic started eat, slowly at first, but the rich, dreamy, heavy cheesecake seemed to want to be in his belly. He wasn't even eating to get to the bedroom anymore, no he was eating for the sake of eating now. "Heh heh heh... that's my good boy, that's my glutton." Dom blushed, knowing full well what he was, even with his belly ache he ate with gusto and greed. Swallow after swallow increasing the fullness and the pain, but he ate through it, swallowing the fullness with another bite of chocolatey heaven. Laine had meanwhile resumed listening to the gurgling complaints coming from within the swelling dome, smiling as he watched that pig snout pressed once again into the dense, muddy confection.

The Doberman was unsure how he managed, but he held up the cardboard circle and licked it clean. *URRRRP* he fell back against the couch again *URRP* there was a loud creaking *BELCH* and then a thud as the back of the couch was ripped free from the armrest. "Oops..." was all the beached dog could utter, licking the last of the chocolate from his face. Laine grabbed him in another painfully passionate kiss before taking his paws into his own. "Bedroom..." He was sweating and panting "...NOW." he pulled the whale of a dog pretty much off the floor and held him upright for several minutes, squeezing at that sagging gut while the fat dog rediscovered his balance. Dominic stood holding his fat self in both hands, he let out a contented sigh, feeling much fatter than before and loving every minute of it. Laine stepped back to watch him take a few experimental, waddling steps, grinning as even the fat dogs stride had widened to cope.

The big dog was panting and huffing before he even made it out of the living room, the weight pressing down on him more massive than he remembered. Meanwhile, Laine was getting the best show of his life, five dogs worth of Doberman waddling down the hall, both of them nearly cumming in their pants as those wide hips and that pendulous butt bumped into the walls on either side. By the time they reached the stairs, the Doberman was suffering from a severe case of red face, he fell against the wall for support, blushing even worse as his lover watched him with a grin. "I'm getting..." *huff* "...too fat..." he continued to pant, when Laine walked over and kissed him again, letting him breath and kissed him some more. wanting him to catch his breath, the Rottweiler focused more on kissing and nibbling the Doberman's fatty neck.

Several long minutes passed as the Rottweiler lost himself in so many rolls and folds, the Doberman giggled a bit at the tickling affections falling on him. "Laine..." the fat dog was grinning at the attention. "hmm?" the licking stopped only long enough to utter this inquisitive noise before resuming his licking and fondling. "Laaaine..." he laughed and pushed the busy tongue away with his plump muzzle. The muscular hounddog tilted his head and grinned. "Whaaaat?" they stood there smirking at each other, two muscular paws rubbing, squeezing, and hefting the meaty gut betwixt them. "Maybe we should get to the bedroom now?" They both chuckled as Laine nodded. "Yeah... good idea..." As Dominic started towards the stairs, Laine slapped him on his fat dimpled ass. "You're lucky I love you, fucker... or else I'd sit on you for less than that..." the Rottweiler sneered and patted the plump rump again. "Stop doddling and start waddling..."

At the bottom of the staircase Dominic stopped to look up, though there were only 14 steps, in his currently overstuffed obese state they might as well have been Mt. Arinoic. With much trepidation the fattened Doberman hefted his gut out of the way and lifted his paw, placing it on the first step. Just under the weight of his fat laden ham hock and blubbery calf the step let out an unhealthy *Creeeek*. Forcing his excessive weight up onto it the creek became a *GROOOOOAN*another heavy push up was followed this time by a *CREEEEE* Dom once more found himself panting, he planted his fat paw on the next stair and *CREEEK* he huffed and puffed, once more finding himself out of breath. "Take it easy, don't over exert yourself... I'll just enjoy the view while we wait." He reached out and rubbed his claws over the drum tight underpants, he sniffed the sweat lacing the sharp tips as another pained *GROOOOAN* as that full moon rose higher up the staircase.

A cacophony of creaks, *pants*, groans, *huffs*, and one unnerving crunch later, a very sweaty and out of breath Doberman emerged around the corner in the upstairs hall. "And this time it only took you forty minutes..." Laine beamed as Dominic glared at him, the rolls on his neck smashing into a pile up on his turned neck. The upstairs hall was something of an oddity, nearly a foot and a half narrower than the other halls in the house, it was the first to show the one of the many problems of weighing over 750 pounds. The muscle-bound Rott gave a happy pat on that bulging booty and set the hippo-esque hound into motion. the whole hall creaked with the first step, but it was the second one that always made Dom flush with embarrassment. Slowly sliding his leg forward, his thick thigh and rolling rump contacted the wall, forcing the waddling dog to shift the other direction, where his bulging love handle smooshed into the wall oposite.

Several stumbling and bumping steps later Dominic only made a few feet progress and was thoroughly humiliated, which was driving both him and Laine wild. The Rottweiler placed his hand on the Doberman's blubbery chin and gently pulled him in for a gentle kiss on the cheek, relishing in the burning sensation of the shame of being too big to waddle down the narrow corridor. Turning the piggish canine to the side, his own arousal grew as soft fur and tight underpants brushed both walls, he was finally fatter than the hall was wide. "Laine..." the fat dog huffed as he was waddled sideways down the hall. "Mmhmm?" Laine was paying little attention to words, his hands buried to the second knuckle in soft, fluffy, blubber. "We're gonna need to discuss the elephant in the room... or in the hall rather..." The buff, caramel colored, mongrel grinned at the cliche. "You're getting too fat for the hallway..." The Doberman pulled in two handfuls of lard filled fur, even now he swore he could feel those pizzas plumping him further into obesity.

"So when can we move the bedroom downstairs?" he let his swollen gut fall between his sausage fingers. "We will move the bedroom downstairs..." The Rottweiler's words grew a touch more serious. "...When you get stuck in this hall..." He squeezed the thick blubber circling Dom's bellybutton, hand smooshed against the stained wallpaper. suddenly the Rottweiler's hand twisted around and the bedroom door was forced open by the chocolaty brown belly bulging forth. The staggeringly fat hound turned to face the muscle dog, sliding sideways so as to wedge himself in the frame, Laine nipped gently at a chin roll before breathing "Tease..." Into the fat dogs pointed ears. The Rottweiler pressed his firmness into the fat rolls formed by the surplus of love handles swelling into the thick pile of back fat. Laine gave a push with his pelvis, and Dom didn't so much enter the bedroom as plump into it. Thick rolls of prodigious paunch swelled around, and slightly consumed the frame before the whole jiggling mass sort of flopped through the door.

A few stumbling steps and Dominic let his belly rest and roll out onto the bed, panting at the exertion of the trip and a little at the deep digestion rumbling away within. "Onward and outward, soaring to new belt sizes and higher weights than ever before..." The hefty hound suddenly found himself at a slight disadvantage when his underwear were tore clean off. two sharp claws slicing the fabric at his broad hips before yanking the tattered remains. He struggled to look on the panting Rottweiler but his thick neck rolls made it nigh impossible. The exceptionally round hound was greeted with a shock of sudden cold on his swollen testicles as Laine shoved his head between those doughy thighs for a noseful of sweat and arousal. Several salty sniffs later he, and with a slight struggle to get unstuck from that flabby prison, he moved up and shoved his nose right into the base of Dominic's disappearing tail. The thick dogs blubber quaked at the cold probing as the muscled Rottweiler hugged those broad, motherly hips.

Laine allowed his own drawers to slide down his legs, his meaty erection probing the twin mountains of ass cheeks swelling out before him. "Oh no you don't..." The Rottweiler *arooed?* "I ate dessert FIRST..." He pulled his tremendous gut off the bed, and with several shaky steps turned to face the beefy dog "I get DESSERT first..." He sat his black and brown bubble butt on the bed, grinning at the tortured, squealing creaks elicited from boxspring. Laine pulled in for another kiss. "I did say that didn't I?" Dom nodded, his meaty chins once again slapping his fat laden chest. "Okay..." the Rottweiler placed his hands under the deeply sagging gut and pushed the Doberman onto his back, pinning him under the excessive weight of his belly and the feast of pizza within. Laine sighed, unfortunately for him, Dominic's belly wasn't the only thing huge about him. More than twelve inches of chocolatey brown cock stood at full attention between the luscious thighs, and at four inches wide it wasn't gonna be an easy ride.

The Rottweiler took a moment to decide on the easiest approach he stepped gingerly on the edge of the bed, straddling the wide dome before sliding down towards the horsecock eagerly awaiting his muscled rump. Panting happily as the mongrels greasy fur rubbed his own firmness, Laine hit home on the first shot. The first four inches shoved in, and both of them shuddered, Dominic's belly quaking for several moments after the fact. The Rottweiler wrapped his arms around the blubber in front of him, it's jiggling mass the only point of leverage available. Dominic squeaked and yelped happily as his paunch was lifted off him, and Laine forced his tight muscular ass onto the chow hounds exceptional throbbing dick. The muscled Rottweiler happily licked and slurped at the Doberman's belly button, making out with the deep divot as he worked the heavy hounds throbbing pole. With his arms and legs both wrapped around the gargantuan gut in front of him, Laine felt he could go at any minute, but the mass of meat pressing his prostate flat wasn't letting that happen any time soon.

And so, for several minutes the awkward fat guy sex continued, Laine whining as he was impaled again and again while his cock was bent up against that quivering mass, and Dominic squealing as his gut was lifted and pressed and his cock was moved like an arcade joystick. There was a sudden *POP* as Dominic's bulging knot entered Laines tight anal ring, hot tears flooded the Rottweiler's eyes as a grin spread across both their toothy maws. The beds tortured groans fluttered louder a few times as the thick Doberman's hips attempted a humping motion, then they both grew still. Dominic let out several angry sounding growls and a few yelps as well, meanwhile Laine felt the warm goo invade his insides, he stuck his tongue into Dominic's navel and kissed it while he was filled. Several pulses of hot sticky goo later, the muscled Rott pulled himself off the swollen knot, the pop accompanied by another yelp from beyond that mountainous gut. The Doberman lay firmly planted by his own mass, gulping down air as greedily as any snack. "Now I'm gonna go clean up, but don't you go dozing off..." he pulled a towel from the bin on the way into the bathroom "... I still have to have MY turn."

The moon rose off in the twilight of the evening, bathing the beached dog in a cool light while he basked in the afterglow. Laine wiped the sweat off his shoulder and brow, before wetting the rag and cleaning the goo running out of his abused rump. "Damn mutt... making me bend over like a common bitch..." he scrubbed the sticky mess off and tossed the rag, grabbing another for a little fun. He soaked it in ice cold water, opened the door, and tossed it on the fat dogs crotch. *WHIIIIIINE* Dom erupted in a fit of squirming as the icy rag hit him bullseye. Laine took a moment to watch before grabbing a handful of rag wrapped meat and cleaning it off. "Glad to see you're awake..." he tossed the rag and gave several pats to the warm mound of soft lard, grinning at the eyes burning holes in him from just over the horizon. The still sweating Rott walked over to the side of the bed where Dom continued to give him the evil eye. "Oh come now... I was just messing around..." He gingerly pulled the fat hound in for a nuzzle.

The whale of a woofer slumped back on his arms "I suppose it's that time..." he reached out "Wanna help me up?" Laine took a step back and smiled, and Dominic flopped back onto the bed, he lay there for a moment, looking very much like a caramel covered chocolate pudding "You want to watch me struggle don't you?" The Rottweiler nodded enthusiastically, his hands folded as he was practically begging. Dom huffed, planting his arms wide, he pushed up and forward. At first it seemed the overblown hog dog was making progress, but a few moments later his eyes went wide and he was pushed flat on his back *oof* he rocked to the side and pushed off again, and after making a bit more progress a tidal wave of gut flowed back over him and once more he was once more beneath himself. "Come on... now..." he gasped at the exertion. "You're th... the one who... wants s... sex." Laine continued grinning "We could just say you're immobile... then you wouldn't have to burn calories waddling around everyday..." a look of fear plastered itself on Dom's puppy like face.

"You... you promised..." Laine was immediately at his side, licking and kissing him. "Yes yes... not for at least five years..." he nuzzled him again "Just try... for me?" He smiled again "I promise I'll help you up as long as I can lift you..." The excessively heavy dog pushed again, and heaved, and rolled, but all was to no avail. Laine meanwhile had taken a seat and was doing his best not to nut right into the floor. The fat Doberman whimpered and gasped, his evil eyes had been replaced by puppy dog eyes. The Rottweiler watching him had an almost evil grin "Completely immobile..." The bed bound Doberman let out a growl "I'm not immobile you jackass..." The buff mutt towered over him "Then get up..." The Rottweiler watched Dom glare back, before leaning in and hefting him up into a sitting position. "And quit pretending I can't tell when your tail is wagging..." He leaned in and kissed him on his pig like muzzle, holding it as he moved in for the kill.

Dominic's eyes went wide as the Rottweiler's cock was pushed into his deep belly button, he pulled in as he was penetrated in a way impossible for anyone under seven hundred pounds. Laines muscular hands squeezed and massaged at the fat rolls and love handles on either side as he lovingly probed the rolling mass of Doberman belly. As they bounced and jiggled on either side of the swollen ball of flab, there was a creak, and a grinding noise, and the beds legs all lurched forward. As the frame impacted with the floor, Dom was once more thrust into the mercy of gravity as he, his belly, and Laine were rolled on top of him. This final bouncing roll was all Laine needed as he gripped tightly into the rolls and pressed his head into Dominic's flabby breasts. "Where's the... cream filling?" Thick ropes of cum sprayed and rolled out over the bulging ring of fat forming the Doberman's navel, Laine licking and nuzzling the triple-D breasts "That's the stuff..." He humped at the butterball as he finished, and a few times after the money shot was complete.

The Rottweiler rolled off the fat dog, his sticky, semi soft cock sliding down the grease thick fur. As he lay panting he threw his arm over Dom's chest "With every pound... you become infinitely more fuckable..." he snuggled in and licked at the neck rolls he could reach. "You hungry?" The fat Doberman looked over with a furrowed brow. "You've gotta be kidding me..." Laine wasn't phased "Not even if I said Arlo stopped by earlier?" The Doberman looked at him curiously. "Why would it matter if..." his face lit up. "SPECIAL BROWNIES?!?! You made special brownies?!" the bed vibrated with his wagging as the muscled hound nodded. The black and brown blob of a dog placed both hands on his gut to soothe the angry digestion within. "I suppose I have room for maybe one SPECIAL brownie... or five..." The Rottweiler squeezed into his fat side. "You sure? you know they only make you hungry..." Dominic nodded, making Laine grin "Okay... I'll be right back..." The Doberman pushed himself up on his elbows again. "Can we clean the jizz out of my belly button first?" Laine just grinned "No." and stomped down the hall, leaving Dominic to contemplate the consequences of his next meal.