{"sf1_id":500763,"sf2_id":"rn6PdMje","title":"Evolution Part I: Chapter Thirty-seven","author":"Shalion","words":1149,"posted_at":"2013-02-13T02:47:00.000Z","tags":["Collie","Dog","Fat","German Shepherd","Golden Retriever","Growth","Mobility","Obese"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/500763-evolution-part-i-chapter-thirty-seven","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6PdMje","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/07/25/0725fcc6-aa92-4c8a-9383-709b7d65511f","description":"#37 of Evolution Part I\n\nI have a talk with Fat Gut about his view on life. My Purpose awaits be beyond those doors...","content":"\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe nebulous void that my existence became after that was terminated about a month later.\u0026nbsp; By that time, I'd gotten so huge and heavy that I was on the verge of needing assistance myself in getting up.\u0026nbsp; Fat Gut across from me had gotten quiet.\u0026nbsp; He spent most of the time sleeping now when he wasn't eating.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know if Fat Gut was a special case or not.\u0026nbsp; Lopside's kennel remained empty and the only other dog that I saw had no problems rising or walking.\u0026nbsp; But walking was proving especially difficult for Fat Gut now.\u0026nbsp; It was pretty obvious at this point that he couldn't support his own weight any longer, even if he was planted squarely on all four paws.\u0026nbsp; When this happened, he could take a couple steps forward, but invariably, one of the legs would buckle and down he would go, powerlessly drawn down into a lumpy heap.\u0026nbsp; His saving grace in that regard was that it was only the distance of a few inches from the ground to the bottom of his belly which would help arrest his fall. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe lab techs were obviously not well equipped to deal with him.\u0026nbsp; Their solution was to get a towel under Fat Gut's girth.\u0026nbsp; Then one human would stand over the shepherd lab, Fat Gut between his knees and hold up the bulk of his weight with the towel.\u0026nbsp; Fat Gut widened like a toffee slowly melting in wide heat as the bottom was braced up.\u0026nbsp; Then he was led forward, step by grueling step.\u0026nbsp; All grace was gone.\u0026nbsp; When Fat Gut came back, he did not pretend to be proud of the resolution to his mobility problem.\u0026nbsp; However, that hardly stopped him from eating belly breaking quantities at meals and he continued to track his growth.\u0026nbsp; Though his girth was now so vast that it was difficult for him to line up the horizon of his flesh with the lines on the cement.\u0026nbsp; \"What are you going to do when your paws don't reach anymore?\"\u0026nbsp; I would ask him mildly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well they can't expect me to walk after that can they?\"\u0026nbsp; he'd reply.\u0026nbsp; \"They'll have to carry me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wanted to ask him what he'd do if they didn't.\u0026nbsp; If they just left him to poop and piss all over himself instead.\u0026nbsp; But I never did.\u0026nbsp; But I did ask one time.\u0026nbsp; \"Aren't you concerned about not being able to walk?\u0026nbsp; What if there's a fire?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFat Gut shrugged, \"Then someone will come and get me.\u0026nbsp; Hopefully with something better than a towel.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"But what if no one comes? What if it's just you?\"\u0026nbsp; I asked, deliberately trying to provoke a response, any response.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFat Gut swallowed, his neck so fat that it didn't show the bulge anymore.\u0026nbsp; \"Then you'd be as screwed as me.\u0026nbsp; We can't get out the gates.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was a fair point, but my dander was up now.\u0026nbsp; \"But if the doors were open and you only had to walk to save yourself.\u0026nbsp; Doesn't it bother you that you can't anymore.\u0026nbsp; All you can do now is lie there and be fed and eventually they _are_ going to have to carry you outside.\u0026nbsp; Doesn't that bother you _a little_?\"\u0026nbsp; My voice was cracking now, but Fat Gut was a stone wall.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Topsy.\"\u0026nbsp; Fat Gut said to me after a minute of heavy breathing.\u0026nbsp; This was a tone I'd heard before but not for a while.\u0026nbsp; Some sort of wall had broken between us.\u0026nbsp; He wasn't speaking to me as Alpha.\u0026nbsp; In fact, nobody had spoken to me as Alpha in a long time and in a really real way, I really wasn't Alpha anymore.\u0026nbsp; There was nothing to be Alpha of now anymore.\u0026nbsp; \"I've never liked walking or running.\u0026nbsp; I've never had much use for it.\u0026nbsp; What I have had a use for is this.\"\u0026nbsp; Somewhere in the meaty sag of his body, a paw wiggled a mass of flesh, but I couldn't see where.\u0026nbsp; \"I like this, I like it a lot and really, it's the only thing I like besides food.\u0026nbsp; If you're trying to tell me it's too much, then I'm going to tell you that until I split open, it'll never be too much.\u0026nbsp; I love every inch and I love every once of me there is and as long as I live I'm going to want another inch and another ounce.\"\u0026nbsp; He'd worked himself up and took a few heavy breaths now.\u0026nbsp; His tongue was beet red though it'd been hours since he'd been forced to walk.\u0026nbsp; \"You're trying to scare me with talk of running for my life, but let me tell you something Topsy.\u0026nbsp; I don't care if you can run to the moon and back before I finish a bowl of kibble, you're just as stuck behind that gate as I am.\u0026nbsp; It doesn't matter if I can't walk more than a couple steps at a time and it doesn't matter if you do back flips all day.\u0026nbsp; We're the same.\u0026nbsp; So, no Topsy, I'm not worried.\u0026nbsp; If anything, you should be worried because I'm what _they_ want.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFat Gut was panting now, really overexerting himself.\u0026nbsp; With a sigh and a tremendous heave of effort, he rolled himself onto his back, the dome of his belly wobbling high, high over his head.\u0026nbsp; To say I was shocked would be an understatement.\u0026nbsp; I was floored.\u0026nbsp; How could I ever had thought he was oblivious to his peril?\u0026nbsp; He was perfectly aware of the consequences.\u0026nbsp; He simply placed no value in what he lost.\u0026nbsp; I respected him for that.\u0026nbsp; After that, I never insinuated anything about his weight again.\u0026nbsp; Not that it was particularly hard to do.\u0026nbsp; My time came less than a week after Fat Gut schooled me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was as without ceremony as always.\u0026nbsp; They came, loop in hand, but they at last came to stop in front of my kennel.\u0026nbsp; The door opened and without needing a command, I rose laboriously to my feet, my gut settling just below my knees.\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath and felt my flanks expanding to either side of me like a cow's.\u0026nbsp; Then the loop was around my thickened neck and pulled tight so that it disappeared from sight.\u0026nbsp; They led me away, through a colored door and out of the kennels into the building.\u0026nbsp; I glimpsed as we past down the rows for the last time that they had already claimed the other heavy dogs from the pack.\u0026nbsp; Fatty was missing, Pink Nose, Slim and the rest.\u0026nbsp; No dog was left that had been brought before summer.\u0026nbsp; The cycle would continue and I wondered which among these young ones would be the new Alpha in the Spring and if any would be a match for Fat Gut, the true Alpha.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Evolution Part I","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/500761-evolution-part-i-chapter-thirty-six.json"}}