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A soft tone rings out over the gentle plodding of paws, a chiseled young Rottweiler was sweating as he checked his heart rate on a fancy, high tech watch. An alarm disrupted the soft thudding of paws to treadmill and the buff canine pulled the safety leash before hopping off. Quickly downing a couple of protein bars and a carb loading shake he moved to the weight bench and quickly loaded three hundred pounds. Resetting the timer Laine resumed pumping himself up, as he had every night since he started to notice things. It was subtle at first, he thought maybe it was the fact the ladies locker room in the downtown gym was right across from the men's locker room. Negative results on ladies night didn't help his case, and the confusing erections on the open house weekend made it worse. He watched the other members and noticed his heart racing and shaft throbbing at all sorts of mixed signals. He wasn't entirely sure of it, but, was it possible he liked guys? Some-days it was the bears, and others it was the wolves that held his focus, one day he wasn't sure what it was but he was watching all kinds of men with a stupid grin. his rippling Adonis reflection wasn't giving any sort of spark, and a quick sniff test killed any possibility he was a ball sniffer. stripping down he watch the biceps and glutes and even stared at his meaty cock for a period, he even try some seductive poses and looks at the muscle man in the mirror, when that failed to rouse even a tingle he tossed the small barbell to the floor in frustration and stomped out. A quick shower later and he was heading to the one place he might get an answer.

The seedy storefront was hung with a variety of neon sign advertising erotic videos and magazines and even toys, all of them of a homosexual theme. He shuddered, hoping to have avoided these kinds of places, he suddenly wished he was a bit more of a computer nerd. As he walked in the entrance he recognized one of the transvestites and his bondage gear buddy as two regulars at the gym. he ducked behind a rack of videos and pulled his hat lower over his sunglasses before the bear and lion could notice him.

"Can I help you?" the scrawny possum behind the counter startled him enough to jump, fortunately the other gym members were back to looking at whips.

"Uh... no, I'm just browsing..." he said straightening his hat.

"Ah... I see I see... well just keep it in your pants and you'll do just fine, ain't that right Louis?" he looked at the hulking brown roo in the corner, who startled the Rottweiler simply because he had completely slipped his natural canine radar. Louis simply nodded with a grunted and chewed his toothpick.

As Laine quickly walked through the aisles he could hear them talking.

"...kinda cute..."

"wouldn't mind doing my laundry on those abs..."

"...don't think I'd fit in that muzzle though, and those teeth..."

The last one was Louis he was sure of it, looking desperately at all kinds of weird fetish videos he finally found the body fetish stuff. most of the covers were completely horrifying, but there was one that caught his eye. A German shepherd posing nude behind the German title, there was a mild twitch from below as he eyed the flexing erection on the cover. there was some small chatter now including the girly lion and the leather bound bear, though the four of them ceased as the Rottweiler strode into view. Lion and bear shrank behind a magazine, but Laine knew they were eyeballing him from behind. Louis on the other hand was eyeballing the DVD case as he handed it to the Possum.

"So you do spend a lot of time at the gym... no small wonder..." the gruff kangaroo slipped back into his dark corner and the two flaming voyeurs moved into to whisper with him.

The Possum handed the Rottweiler his change and bag, which was enough to get Laine moving to the exit, but before he reached the door. "Maybe you come see me sometime..." Louis turned and posed a bit, though his beer gut was hardly flattering. This only slowed the Rottweiler down briefly, and he was out the door with a chuckle.

"What the hell was that?" he chuckled, pulling out of the parking lot. Thinking about the kangaroo and his gut Laine scratched an itch and was met with some resistance, he panted as he felt the erection and looked back briefly. "No...That fat ass?" he shook the notion off and continued home. Laine put the plain brown bag into his garbage can and cleanly sliced the plastic off his new purchase with a single claw. Closing the blinds and dimming the lights, he placed the disk in his DVD player and it played automatically.

A muscular looking German shepherd wearing only an apron and armed with a wooden cooking spoon appeared "Willst du mein Fett kleiner Welpe sein?" The flamboyant canine stroked an erection with the apron.

"Uh... sure?" Laine had no idea what he was saying, but the big shepherd was doing nothing for him. the camera changed to a bashful looking, and very slender doberman. He nodded shyly and the camera switched via cheap fade to the two of them at what appeared to be a buffet table.

"Man muss sich jedes Stück haben..." the Shepherd patted the Doberman on his belly, then pushed him against the table. Laine was very confused as the Shepherd, whom he was now calling Fritz, shoved a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes into his 'welpen'. The Rottweiler couldn't look away as Welpen the doberman took great heaping bites, way too much for a dog of his physique. At first Laine was disappointed, pissed even, he just blew eighty bucks on this, a perverted food fetish video. suddenly another cheap fade showed the duo from the end of the buffet, but there was something different. Both had slightly different hairstyles and the shepherds apron suddenly had lacy frills. Then he saw it, that skinny little doberman wasn't quite so skinny anymore, and that's when Laine's heart started racing. It was obvious the cut was shot several months after the opening scene, but it made it's point. several spoonfuls and another fade and Ferdinand, as Laine discovered was the Doberman's name, had put on what he figured was another thirty five pounds. Even though the transitions were time lapse over what he assumed to be months, Laine was sure Ferdi was eating the bulk of the potatoes every time he expanded.

"Sie haben vergessen die Soße..." Ferdinand said as he leaned back against the steam table, both paws holding his packed gut. "... aber vielleicht ist es für das beste, ich konnte nicht mehr essen sowieso ..." Fritz joined in the rubbing, causing the dobermans toes to curl as his claws sunk into the firmly packed bulge of fat. they continued this for several minutes, the camera changing angles here and there to show be clawed fingers squeezing and groping the smooth, brown furred flab. Suddenly, Fritz's swollen member poked Ferdi's gut a number of times before showing Fritz's mouth next to Ferdi's ear.

"Sie glaubte nicht, dass Sie so bald waren fertig?" the next shot showed a slightly fatter Ferdinand shaking his head furiously at Fritz, the fear obvious in his eyes. The shepherd wrapped his arm around the plumped doberman and pushed him down to the next tray, loaded with what looked like dinner rolls, but the spoon revealed the beef stew beneath the dumplings. "Sie sollen essen, kleines Schwein, das ist was die kleinen Schweine Zweck ist."

Ferdinand whined and resisted, but ended up taking the heaping spoonful, it was obvious though he was no longer full of potatoes. "Ich dachte, ich war dein Fett kleinen Welpen." he choked out before his mouth was once more filled with meat and dough. After he was allowed to swallow the shepherd leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth.

"Sie sind... Aber wenn du in mein fettes Schwein drehen, müssen Sie zu essen..." he shoved another spoonful of meat and dough in. "...Und essen..." The Fritz's erection rubbed circles around the dobermans deepening navel as he stuffed another heaping spoonful in. ""...Und essen..."Ferdinand whimpered and whined, at first it appeared to be rather poor acting. "...Und essen..." but as the feeding continued without any transitions they proceeded to get more realistic. Still the feeding continued, with the doberman hold onto his belly for dear life while the relentless shepherd scraped the last of the stew out of the pan and crammed it in. Laine found himself rubbing the tip of his dick as Fritz patted the overstuffed dobergut.

"Bitte... nicht mehr ..." The stuffed dog stumbled away from the buffet table rubbing his swollen paunch, another fade showed a porkier Ferdinand waddling backwards away from a grinning Fritz. The dobermans gut was now big enough to sag into his hands, and his rump had rounded out nicely as well. "Mein Bauch... es wird platzen!" Not paying attention, he fell into a chair conveniently placed at the still stocked end of the buffet line. Fritz sauntered up and placed a hand on the dobermans belly, fat oozing between his strong fingers. Suddenly two click and the shot changed to show handcuffs being slapped on Ferdi's wrists. "Aber... Was machst du denn??"

Fritz smiled and pulled a tray of stuffed chicken breasts off the table, carrying it to the Doberman's side. "Wir wollen euch nicht herumlaufen und bekommen jede Art von exercize... tun wir?" he shoved the first hunk of chicken into Ferdinand's waiting maw, waiting a little too eagerly for his characters motivation anyway. Laine was now out of his pants and going for the high score with his joystick. A whole hen house worth of chicken was forced into the bound Doberman, who ate willingly at first, but then whimpered at the bellyache forming inside his growing gut. scraping the last of the stuffing from the pan, he closed the panting chow-hounds mouth over the spoon, he then took the pan and tilted it, pouring the liquified chicken fat into the growing canine receptacle. "Sie sind Mästen schön... ja?" he knelt down before his tubby Schwein, the fat brown belly sat firmly atop two lard swollen thighs. Fritz kissed it, his strong be-clawed hands squeezing and rubbing it's taught, glossy surface. Laine was panting as the German shepherd started kissing the food packed dome more passionately, his tongue invading that tight navel as he went. Ferdinand whimpered and squealed as Fritz explored his expanded territory with that busy tongue. The camera faded to a wide shot of a much wider doberman's belly being molested by Shepherd tongue.

"Mein Schweinchen bekommt weich... Ich frage mich, was die wondersly Dickmacher von Italien wird für diese Figur zu tun." The buff dog retrieved a heavy pan of lasagna from the table and put his hand directly in, Ferdinand squeaked right as the ball of meat and pasta was forced into his chubby cheeks, but before he could swallow another paw-ful was stuffed in. He squirmed pathetically, half chewing as he was stuffed mercilessly. Laine feverishly stroked himself as the Dobermans gut visibly swelled out and sagged more into his lap. A tremendous belch escaped the sauce covered maw.

"Bitte... Ich will nicht mehr zu essen... Ich will nicht zu mästen ..." Fritz contemplated this for a moment, pressing a saucy finger to his chin, he then stuffed another heaping handful in. The angle changed, and Ferdi's gut plumped outwards in all directions, the lasagna pan also seemed to refill a bit. Laine watched with earnest as the Hog dog struggled to resist, and when that failed, struggle to swallow the carb loaded dish into his cramped overfilled gut. The last of the lasagna came with another transition, an overstuffed and greatly overweight Doberman whimpered as his bloated gut was packed to its tightest. "Bitte... meine Arme sind wund" Fritz looked at the pathetic whimpering butterball, and relented. he released the handcuffs and put them on the buffet, as his back was turned Ferdinand, the Doberman took this opportunity to escape. at least he tried to, Looking like an excessively pregnant woman he pushed up and off of the chair, before hefting his gut and waddling for the door with all might. the camera followed him, showing off the great jiggling rolls and massive thighs piled onto the plump pigs frame.

"wohin des Weges?" Ferdi squeaked and increased to a quicker waddle pushing the door open with his belly just as Fritz reached him. Both of them entered the room, where a bench awaited them, as well as four giant wedding cakes. Laine's heart leapt.

"How long is this thing?" he grabbed the case and flipped it over. "FOUR HOURS?!?!" he watched Fritz grab Ferdinand's belly from behind, it was much much bigger now. holding the Dobermans great rolls he waddled him over to the bench. with one leg on each side, the bench propped that glorious gut up and forced the dobermans new moobs up under his double chins. "He's gonna be huge..."

"Keine mehr... Ich werde nicht in der Lage sein aufzustehen." Fritz pushed a monumental chocolate cake up to the quivering butterball, patting the jiggling belly before him as he pulled the top layer off the cake.

"Das Schweinchen muss essen, das Schweinchen soll fett sein,..." He pressed the small cake into the dobermans face, grinning as he struggled to eat and breath."Wenn ich mit dir fertig bin, werden Sie Gewinner zu sein..." even though the cake was smashed onto Ferdinand's face, Fritz still guided most into the dog's mouth, after the top layer was finished, he went back to the hands on approach and started doublefisting chocolate goo and shoving it into the swelling hound. The whole cake had four fades in it's entirety, each one the doberman porking out and looking a great deal more tired. Fritz allowed the doberman to lick his hands clean before patting his sagging gut. It bulged over his ample thighs, creating great rolls beneath his overblown love handles, a shot from the back revealed a volley of rolls burying the fat little tail on top of an overstuffed ass. Rubbing the bulge formed by the chow-hounds massive breasts Fritz pulled a terrifying grin "Kann das Schwein alleine essen? oder muss ich mir etwas überlegen?" Ferdinand whimpered in fear, he looked much older now, the years showed on him as the weight did. He nodded and was met with a grin from his overzealous feeder. two more of the cakes were placed on either side of the doberman, who looked on them as a climber on Everest.

He did his best to rub his bloated sides, something Laine found impressive considering how heavy his fat laden arms looked. Fritz gestured to the two confectionery mountains as he pulled his apron off. Ferdinand's jaw drop just as the apron did, a tremendous erection bounced stiffly above two peach sized testicles.

The throbbing shepherd cock was easily bigger than a beer bottle and even Laine had to say "damn". Of course the rottweiler was dealing with his own stiff problem, he wanted to get off, but he wanted to wait until he saw how big the doberman would get.

"Ich glaube nicht dass das alles in mich passen wird." the dobermans acting slipping a bit as he acted awestruck towards what he already knew was coming.

"FRISS!" Fritz pointed at the cakes and the doberman complied, taking handfuls of both and stuffing them down. by now the illusion was broken, and Laine knew he wanted those cakes. but it didn't matter, he enjoyed watching him binge and grow as Fritz moved to his plumping belly. The Shepherd took up his licking and molesting again, penetrating deep as he could into that cavernous belly button, now almost beyond the black and brown hogs knees. Ferdinand was very much out of character, giggling as he happily munched away at his cake. the music took a kinky turn and the muscular hounds tong headed north. soon Fritz was kissing Ferdinand's neck and wrapping his bulging arms around the swollen dogs bulging belly. suddenly the Shepherd thrust into the dobermans navel.

"WOAH!!!" Laine jumped over the coffee table to get closer. "Can he DO THAT!?!" several more thrusts and he was a third of the way in and thrusting like crazy. he was obviously too big for a full penetration but Laine was happy watching him go hump happy on that jiggling gut. there was another fade and the fat belly bulged out into the Shepherds amorous thrusts. Fritz love assault continued for fifteen minutes as Ferdinand continued to glut on his towering desserts. The shepherds rhythm began to falter as his hefty love toy began to scrape the cardboard platters, suddenly he clamped tight and thrust in, spraying gobs of semen out the front of Ferdinand's gut. Laine almost howled as he shot his load into the side of his entertainment center. "Yeah you fat FUCK! KEEP EATING!!!" finishing up, the rottweiler grabbed his shorts and wiped the offending spunk of the oak door. Fritz wasn't done just yet though, he licked and kissed at Ferdinand's porcine muzzle before hopping off. he gently carried the last cake over and plopped it on the bench in front of the doberman.

"Dein Bauch ist wunderbar, ich kann es einfach nicht erwarten bis er fertig ist mit wachsen." he kicked the empty cart out of the way and grabbed the dobermans bloated arm, kissing the grinning glutton on the cheek. Ferdinand showed his fake afraid face again, the shepherd no doubt using the kiss to scold him on his acting. the camera angle changed and an even plumper doberman was rolled forward on the bench. he shook his head right before it disappeared into eight tiers of chocolate goodness. his arms and legs scrambled for any bit of purchase, but he was so fat that nothing reached anywhere close to the ground, so he had to eat. As his head started to emerge from the cake, easily the largest of the four, Laine felt himself getting hard again. Between the overblown cheeks and plumped muzzle, Ferdinand the doberman was looking more and more like Ferdinand the pig. Laine was glad they were only acting though, those brief moments of joy in the eating dogs face made him all the more attractive. Fritz walked up to that gargantuan ass, once more his cock at full mast. "und jetzt ist es Zeit für die Creme-Füllung" the camera cut briefly for a fear reaction from Ferdi, then Fritz drove the point straight home, going balls deep on the first thrust. As he pumped into the fat pigs ass, everything jiggled, ripples rolling over every tight inch of the doberman's overstretched pelt. He faltered a bit sooner this time, cumming into that porcine ass, as he did there was a slightly better done fade and Ferdinand blimped up again, this time it showed his face as well, chocolate covered cheeks plumping out and furthering the pig transformation. the cake was a bit different as he resumed eating. Fritz found renewed vigor in his thrusts and started the larger mass jiggling again.

"schau wie wunderbar fett du geworden bist" he pounded harder and growled as he climaxed once more, and again, poor Ferdinand expanded. the now epically stranded doberman licked at his paws, whimpering for lack of food. Fritz walked up to the hog dogs plump face, wiping his cock off with the apron. "bereit für das Dessert?" he smiled, rubbing chocolate on it's throbbing length. Laine was panting hard, stroking off feverishly hoping for a second orgasm this evening. Ferdinand happily licked at the tip of the shepherds cock before a muscled hand held his muzzle fast, and all nine inches were forced in. Laine watched as the four inch thick hunk of meat stretched the fat dogs greedy maw, chocolate oozing over the swollen cheeks as the bloated testicles hit his flabby neck rolls. yet even with all his fat bloated mass, he was still able to work the cock with relative skill, though it was apparent it was less bobbing and more gluttonous sucking. Fritz made a *Yerf* sound and through a tricky over the shoulder shot, Ferdinand's sides bulged out. Pulling his spent member out of Ferdi's throat, Fritz paused and allowed the glutton to lick off any of the remaining protein rich goo before rolling him back onto his fat bloated ass. "Nun begeben wir uns zu deinem neuen permaneten Heim." The domineering shepherd started pushing Ferdinand towards the end of the bench.

"Nein, ich bin viel zu dick zu gehen..." His fat thighs worked to push him forward, but his paws only skittered across the concrete, and soon he was forced to support his tremendous ass. "Oh... mein Magen so voll ist... bitte nicht mehr..." Fritz stuck his hand into Ferdi's overblown navel and lifted, the vastly swollen dobermans knees trembled deep inside their dimples, he grabbed quickly at his massive gut and Laine gasped as Fritz let go.

"There's no way he can still walk..." but the doberman proved otherwise, and against all odds waddled slowly towards the double-doors at the other end of the room, his swollen thighs pressed tightly together for every deliberate step. "he's gotta weigh 800 pounds... how can he even stand up?" The effects of the dobermans weight were more than apparent as his legs were trembling just to support his overflowing girth. with every heavy step his unnaturally buoyant ass wobbled, each footfall sending ripples up through all of his soft, yielding flesh.

"Meine Füße tun weh..." it appeared as though he wouldn't make it, but his sagging belly soon bulged over the push bar handles on the dilapidated steel doors. The camera changed again, and an even bigger, super butterball gut slowly pressed through the doors. It was several moments later when Ferdinand joined his preposterous paunch in the next room, he didn't need to act as it must have been 900 plus pounds pulling down on him. Sweat was pouring off of his fat face, tears dripping of the tip of his piggish muzzle. the camera showed him from behind as the doors finally slid off his bulging rump. "Ich denke, meine Beine..." he teetered to the side for a moment, and fritz decided to help, by pushing him forward.

"Timber" Laine cringed, wanting to look away as the huge hound fell in slow motion and impacted into a cacophony of jiggling. It took several moments for the quivering flesh to cease it jiggling, which Laine took advantage of to fetch a couple of beers. sipping his beverage, the rott fell back into the couch, still naked from the waist down, to be treated to the shepherd rolling Ferdinand onto his back.

"*oof* Du bist immer sehr schwer mein Fett kleinen Welpen..." Ferdinand, trapped beneath his bloated gut, look up into the camera and *Uuuurped* then moaned as Fritz rubbed his belly. "Bist du hungrig meine mollige Schwein?" The doberman's hands went up as high on his belly as his lard stuffed biceps would allow them, and he let out a pathetic *Wiiiine*. "Okay, ich hole das Abendessen, dann..." as the shepherd stomped out of the room, Ferdinands face lit up with genuine horror.

"Nein... Nein!" he started pushing at the ground, trying to sit up with no real luck. "Mein Magen..." now he was trying to roll over, but his massive girth pressed too heavily on top of him. "... Es ist zu voll ist..." his struggling started to become desperate, but it was no use, he was well and truly immobile. "... Es ist wirklich schmerzhaft!" as he struggled there was a quiet whistling in the distance, the mountainous chow-hound ceased in his futile struggling and listened. it came in the form of an oompah-pah song, quietly at first but growing louder, and louder, suddenly the double doors clunked open and the whistling transitioned into an instrumental version of the same. Ferdinand squealed in terror as a double-decker service cart loaded with food pushed through, followed by another loaded with cakes and pies, and then another loaded with white jugs, and finally the caboose of the cart train, loaded with what appeared to be hundreds of sticks of butter. Laine found himself panting again.

"You're not gonna be able to bend your fingers when I'm done with you..."The rottweiler was again abusing himself, furiously enough to knock his beer off the table. "... now it's time for the appetizer..." Fritz started pushing fried balls of some unidentified food into the blubbering butterball's maw as the inappropriate oompah-pah music continued to swell. Ferdinand started to struggle again as as the camera slowly panned out. "Eat some more..." There was another fade and poor Ferdi blimped out again... "...if you don't explode, I'll give you a special dessert..." more mashed potatoes, lasagna, chicken, steaks. the first cart only had two transitions, but they were big ones. he continued to groan as he blimped beyond a thousand pounds, higher and higher his swollen gut climbed, though a few shots showed a smile upon those plumping cheeks.

"Ich bin zu voll..." he was really struggling to speak, massive breasts pressing on his swaddling chin bulge, the rolls all converging into one swell. even the top of his muzzle had two folds on it. he was sweating profusely as a pie was forced in his mouth. the next transition his arms flopped weakly as his love handles porked out beyond their length, his paws tiny nubs, kicking pathetically at the end of his engorged cankles. He breached the gap between butterball and straight up ball of lard. "... Zu dick..." It was barely a whisper between handfuls of cake. Already wider than he was tall, he bulged again, and Laine knew his belly stuck out further than any other beast on the land or sea, and yet there were still two more carts loaded to their limits with heavy whipping cream and more butter than there was doberman at the videos start.

"Come on Fritz, don't let that whimpering fool you..." The rottweiler had his knees right up against the entertainment center, rubbing the tip of his hard cock with just three finger. "He's got PLENTY of room." The horny mutt growled out in passion. of course Ferdinand was more than absolutely stuffed, even though he was eating the cart train of food at least once a week, it was more than obvious it was still way too much. the shepherd took to sitting above the bloated blob of a doberman's head, with the cart of butter on one side of him, and the cart of cream on the other. there was little talking from here on in, the shepherd simply smiled as he forced gallons of cream into the fat swollen dog between fistfuls of butter. "Keep going..." the camera panned out from the shepherd's back, the absolute mountain that was Ferdi filling the entire frame for several seconds before the true scale of the dog could become apparent. Suddenly, another much smooth fade shower Ferdi blimp out more than a foot in each direction, and a much older Fritz allowed the butterball to lick the butter from his fingers. He pushed the carts away and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Oh mein Gott..." He placed a greasy palm flat on the gasping butterballs chest, now nearly vertical above his porcine snout. "... Du bist so schön." Ferdinand just continued to gasp for air beneath his completely stationary bulk. The dobermans arms, now wide in some points as they were long, were buried beneath two sagging breasts up to the halfway point between his elbows and wrists. Love-handles bigger than even the most obese men's guts flattened the mattress beneath the spread eagle mongrel as they fought with two enormous thighs to position his useless drumstick legs and force his biggest feature, his mountainous gut to unbelievable heights. Ferdinand could only look up at his breasts, far too fat to ever again observe his growing girth. Fritz leaned in and kissed the porky snout just peaking out between his melon sized cheeks. the doberman's eyes were peaking out beyond those blubbers spheres, and even through all that billowing fat Laine knew a smile when he saw it.

"I knew you loved it..." he was again stroking feverishly as Fritz approached the love handle foothill and looked at the peak of mount fritz a foot and a half above him. the Doughy doberman looked like he was being devoured by a black and brown doughnut, his girth jutting far beyond his height and out in every direction. the camera showed the shepherds legs in front of a single swollen ass cheek, blown out behind the glutton and trying to consume the thigh and calf beneath it. Laine's heart skipped a beat as Fritz placed a paw on the swollen thigh and pushed off the ground. "Oh yeah... go for that belly button... stick it in and fuck that fat fucker..." Fritz did just that, looking around briefly to admire the view of the decimated food carts in the dilapidated bunker of a room, before sticking his entire muzzle into the gaping navel at the peak. the camera changed again, first showing a twitching set of fat bloated toes, a week attempt to kick, then showing the overblown mongrels fat face, a tongue hanging out of a very fat, stupid grin. fritz happily molested that overstuffed, lard filled gut with his tongue as he took great long licks, his face completely consumed by it depth as he took long loving licks up and out onto the dobermans massive swell. weak whimpers could be heard from below as the shepherds busy hands joined in and squeezed at great deposits of lard beneath it taught, smooth surface. Another view showed the weak kicking a little stronger now. And then Fritz stuck it in, he humped at the bloated sphere of lard for a few seconds, but looked slightly disappointed.

"Du Fett aufgeblähten Hure..." He pulled out and slid down the Ferdi's great bloated chest, his heavy paws landing on either side of his head. "... Ihre Magen ist wörtlich zu dick zu ficken..." he dropped to his knees, Ferdi's back fat positioning his head perfectly in front of the Shepherd's ridiculously hard length. "Egal. Du siehst hungrig sowieso..." He pressed a finger on Ferdinand's muzzle and pulled it open, stretching the dobermans fat muzzle around his huge, hard erection, two orange sized testicles resting on either plumped cheek. "... Jetzt anfangen zu essen." The dobermans started sucking and Fritz panted, stretching his arms wide and hugging as much of the dobermans fat bloated chest as he could, suddenly the muscular dogs shoulders tensed and white gobs oozed out around the dobermans lips. he gurgled and swallowed as quickly as he could.

"Ah ha, too full to hold your cream eh fatty?" Laine was panting and sweating profusely, his shaft was chaffing and he was exhausted, but he was gonna get off one more time. "Well after you're done we'll have to work on stretching that gut out..." This lurid thought sent him over and he blew his goo onto the wooden cabinets and carpet, and collapsed flat on his back. Fritz pulled out of the overstuffed dobermans maw, a deep, reverb rich belch rang out as he licked the gobs of musky goo from his mouth and cheeks.

"Das ist ein gutes Schwein..." he sat back in a pose not to far from the Rottweiler when he was abusing himself, knees against the butterballs fat buried shoulders. He leaned in and patted his piggy on his sagging chest, before kissing him on his snout once more and standing up. "Ich werde gehen, erhalten Sie einen Snack..." he said with a grin heading towards the double doors once more. "... Am Ende des Tages wird das Frühstück etwa eine Stunde sein, dann können wir wirklich machen Sie schön und Fett." The camera suddenly zoomed in on Ferdinands bloated face, and he let out a deep wine, and the doors slammed in the background as the screen flashed to black. the credits started to appear on the screen, though Laine could tell that they were something other than German, after they finished a slide-show started, with Fritz and Ferdinand in normal street clothes with the doberman once more his original, skinny self. as the pictures changed it showed the couple in different clothes, and different loving poses, with the skinny Ferdi slowly blooming, and more and more belly showing through his tightening clothes. By the time Ferdinand's exposed gut was in a wheelbarrow, Laine started masturbating again.

"I've got to find me a fat doberman boyfriend."

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