Despite the summer heat, you are content. From your sweat-soaked doggy bed, you use your tongue to lap up the cool, refreshing water in your bowl. The thick, coarse hair that covers almost the entirety of your large body causes the apartment to feel much warmer than it really is. You wish you didn’t sweat. Other dogs don’t sweat. You haven’t done much today beyond snacking, napping, and watching TV, but what else is there to do when you only have paws? Your other self has fingers, but you are not him. You’re just Master’s fat pup, and you won’t be your other self until tomorrow night. That doesn’t bother you at all. The entertainment that fingers can provide is nothing compared to the bliss of being Master’s darling pet. It’s been a good day. A hot day, but a good day. Fingers can open pantry doors, however, and your oversized food bowl has been empty for hours. Master poured an entire cereal box worth of kibble into your bowl before leaving for work, but you were able to finish that within half an hour with relative ease. There was a time when it would take several hours of hard work to finish everything in your bowl, but that time has long since passed and your stomach grumbles noisily for more food. There never seems to be enough food. You hope Master is bringing you treats. Since Master and your other self began renting an apartment together, you’ve gained a lot of weight. As a pup, you don’t care about such things, but Master loves to fatten up both his boyfriend and his puppy. Not too long ago you were merely chubby, but months of feeding and encouragement has caused your figure to balloon. The overhang of your belly has grown almost to the point where it covers your junk, and it jiggles at the very slightest of Master’s touches. Your meaty tits are enough to make most women envious, and your other self has difficulty finding pants that can fit his gargantuan ass. Humans are idiots for wearing clothes. The harness and the puppy hood are all you need. You’re glad Master doesn’t like to wear clothes. The thought of Master without clothing excites you, and you can feel your cock harden and press against your hairy belly. You know that if you are a good and obedient puppy you will be allowed to suck on Master’s bone. You could play with your favorite toy all day long, but Master knows better than to spoil his pup too much. Oh, but he does spoil you. Days spent as a pup feature belly rubs, treats, and the permission to please Master in whatever ways he wishes to be pleased. You are sometimes tempted to never go back to being your other self, but you know Master would miss his boyfriend. The front door unlocks with an audible click, and you eagerly run on all fours to the door to welcome Master to his home. By the time you reach the door, Master has already set bags of groceries down on the floor and has locked the door. Your sensitive nose picks up enticing smells coming from the overstuffed bags, but you are more interested in your Master. He turns his attention to you. “Hello, pretty pup! How was your day?” he asks you as you roll over to receive belly rubs. Master’s large, callused hands enthusiastically rub your hairy belly for a moment before seizing your breasts and shaking them. They jiggle like water balloons. “My, aren’t you looking particularly gorgeous today! Sweaty as fuck, too, it seems.” You begin pant with excitement as Master lowers his head to your cock and deeply inhales your musky scent. He slowly makes his way up to your chest to wraps his muscled arms around your gut. He squeezes tightly. “I missed you, puppy.” Master tells you as he rises. Your sweat has dampened his fine buttoned shirt, but you both know that it won’t be on for much longer. As though he cannot bear to be clothed a moment longer, Master unbuttons his shirt and pants with remarkable speed and precision before slipping them off in smooth, controlled movements. Master’s body is a thing of beauty and is amongst your most favorite things on this earth. Years of lifting and a protein-rich diet have caused his body to grow alongside yours, albeit in a very different way. Thick, powerful muscle now dominates his once-slender frame. You love to lick his swollen pecs and his rock-hard abs, and falling asleep in his huge arms is something you look forward to every night. You briefly wonder what life would be like if you were as strong as him, but then you remember that pups have no use for such strength. Good pups just sleep and eat and please their Master. “I’m sorry about the heat, pup. I had no idea it would get so hot after I left! I’ll turn up the air conditioning tomorrow, but I’m going to enjoy my sweaty pup tonight.” Master says as he lowers his mouth to your nose to give it a brief smooch. You can feel his hardened cock press against your fat belly. A bark is let loose from your lips and Master smiles at you. At his puppy. “Would puppy like a treat?” Your eyes widen. Yes, you would like a treat. You love treats. You love treats, and you love Master. He always brings you the best treats! Master rises from your sweaty body and reaches into one of the grocery bags. He pulls out a good-sized white box from the top of the bag and carries it to your biggest food bowl. You trot alongside him, eager to greedily devour whatever is in that white box. You hope you can eat it all. Good pups eat all of their treats, and Master would punish you if you didn’t eat all of it. Punishment can be good fun, but you don’t want to disappoint Master. The lid of the box flips open, and Master slides your treat into your massive food bowl. It’s a cake! The flavor is vanilla this time, unless your nose deceives you. It rarely ever does. You can feel drool dripping from your lower lip. You’re so hungry, and that cake looks and smells delicious! “I almost had them write ‘You’d better eat it all,’ but then I remembered that you can’t read. Anyways, it’s all yours, pup!” he smacks your shapely ass with an open palm to signal that you may begin eating. You waste no time in shoving your face into the cake. You greedily swallow down mouthful after mouthful of your delicious treat. Frosting covers your cheeks and bits of cake have fallen to the tile floor. Dogs have no concept of shame, and Master doesn’t care if his pup gets a bit messy. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Master, seated and stroking his cock, but you are too busy eating to pay much attention to him. You lose yourself in the act of eating -- the taste of cake and frosting is the only thing that matters right now. Unfortunately, you can feel yourself getting full. While you want to please your master, your stomach protests against any further mouthfuls of cake. Bites come slowly and forced until you whimper in defeat. You relax your limbs and fall belly first onto the floor, and the sudden force causes you to let loose a loud belch. “Done so soon, puppy? I don’t think so. You’ve a bit more to go!” Master says as he gets off his chair and strides towards your massive body. He flips you on your back with relative ease. “You do want to make me happy, don’t you? I suppose I will have to help you.” Master takes a seat on your gut and scoops up a chunk of cake with his hand. You bark to tell him that you love him, and that you would do anything to make him happy. Barks can convey so much meaning. Master looks at the cake, then at your eyes, and then smiles. His smile is both loving and sadistic. An exciting combination. You know better than to resist Master, and you open your mouth to welcome the handful of cake. Your stomach feels uncomfortably distended, but Master’s expectant stare keeps you swallowing. When Master expects you to eat, you can either comply and eat at semi-reasonable pace or struggle and have the food forcibly shoved into your mouth. It seems every time you swallow, his hand is ready with another chunk of cake. You continue to eat despite the pain, and soon there is no more cake for him to feed you. Master’s hand lingers, and you lick the frosting from his fingers. He laughs warmly. “Well done, pup! You’re such a good boy!” Master says to his obedient and stuffed puppy. Still seated on your impressive belly, he grasps your green collar and gently pulls your head up to kiss your forehead. He then moves his mouth down to your cheeks to lick the frosting from them. The rough texture of his tongue tickles the sensitive skin, but the sensation is very pleasant and you cannot help but shake your left leg. Before long your cheeks are free of frosting and Master gets off your gut. Now standing, he surprises you by turning away. “I’ll be in the game room. Come join me when you’re ready to play with your Master.” Master tells you before leaving the kitchen. You’re in no hurry to get up off the floor, as you are stuffed beyond what you thought was possible. Apparently Master knows your limits better than you do. You have few options beyond lying on the floor and waiting for your treat to digest within your body. While Master loves you with all his heart, you know that you are a dog and he was well within his rights as a pet owner to leave you on the floor. The cool tile feels pleasant against your warm skin, and you doze off to the gurgling of your stomach. When you wake up, you find that the sensation of being stuffed has subsided and that you are able to move without any pain. The sun is still shining through the apartment windows, so you know you haven’t been asleep for too long. You’re such a smart puppy! Most dogs don’t have a concept of time, but you’re better than most dogs. With a grunt, you flip yourself onto your stomach and get back on your paws. One paw has become loose, but you know Master will tighten it as soon as he notices the problem. You begin to make your way to the game room, and on the way there you notice that your belly now sometimes touches the floor when you’re walking. You know that it will soon rub against the floor when you walk on all fours. Master will be delighted! The decreased mobility will be well worth Master’s approval and happiness. At some point he’ll probably have to help you get atop the bed or the couch when you get too fat, but you know that he won’t mind. You arrive at the game room to find that Master is still there playing one of the many video games from the comfort of the couch. As a dog, you can’t enjoy them as much as he can, but one of your favorite activities is to cuddle up with him while he’s playing a game. You and your other self have that in common. Master’s cock is soft now, but you know that will change as soon as he notices you. He’s so engrossed in the game that you have to bark several times to get his attention! The television screen is full of people trying to kill a really big snake with too many heads. You don’t think that snake exists outside of the game, but what do you know? The people on the screen somehow freeze mid-action and Master turns to you. “I’m so glad Capcom finally stopped being terrible and made Dragon’s Dogma 2. Fuck the hydra, though. Anyways, are you ready? Your favorite toy is all yours.” Without much grace, you leap onto the couch and shove your face into Master’s crotch. He laughs and pets your back while you begin to lick his rapidly-hardening member. Your acute sense of smell allows you to fully appreciate Master’s scent, and you can vividly taste the salty precum leaking from his cock. Your enthusiastic licking encourages Master’s dick to grow to its full seven inches. You really do you love your favorite toy. Master grabs your love handles and shakes them, causing much of your lower body to jiggle like gelatin. In response, you shove as much of his cock down your throat as you can. Master moans with pleasure as you begin to suck. You skillfully slide your tongue across the shaft. His hands move to the back of your head, rhythmically pushing your mouth onto and then away from his cock. You match his motions with your own, still sucking with remarkable skill. The leaking of precum increases, and you savor the taste of every last drop. Fuck, you love this. You glance up at Master’s face and see him panting and sweating, and not from the summer heat. He loves this, too. After some time spent sucking and licking your favorite toy, you can tell that Master is close to finishing. The precum is leaking in a constant stream, and his panting has grown loud. You pick up the pace and give it all you’ve got, sucking as though you were born to do nothing but pleasure Master. Without warning, he thrusts his cock into your mouth and shoots his sizeable load down your throat. You happily swallow the entirety of your Master’s cum. To you, there is nothing sweeter. You can feel Master’s entire body relax against the arm of the couch as he savors the afterglow. “Fuck, that was incredible. Good boy. Very good boy.” Master says before smiling down at you and scratching behind your ears. You slide his dick out of your mouth and rest your head against his abs. Your own erect dick presses against his legs, but you’re fine knowing that he won’t return the favor. Prefer it, actually. You’re a pup, not his boyfriend. Not until tomorrow night, at least. “Alright, time to fuck that hydra up!” Master says while casually flipping you onto your side so he can spoon you. His now-soft cock presses against your ass, but you know that it will very likely be hard again in a few hours. Your master has quite the libido, and you’re happy to handle it in whatever way he pleases. He picks up the controller and unpauses the game, but not before wrapping his arms around your large, hairy chest. You slowly fall asleep in Master’s muscular arms to the sound of the game, content with everything. Today was a good day, and you look forward to many more.