Garett was just putting the finishing touches on his latest model when the phone rang, ruining his concentration.
"Hello?"
"Garret! It's Samantha. Are you busy tonight?"
"No... why?"
"Weeeell I'm hungry for dinner but I have nobody to eat with. Would you mind coming over to keep me company? I'll scratch your head~"
"What? No you don't- Yes, I'll keep you company, but no head scratchings tonight, ok?"
"Sure thing, Gar, and don't worry about food, I've got it all."
"I'll be there in about five minutes, give or take snow minutes."
"Perfect, can't wait to see you~!"

As Garett hung up the phone, he knew she had been lying about the head scratchings. And truth be told, he DID like them, but he felt like a child to be manipulated so easily. He sighed.
"Whatever, lets get this over with."
Flexing his clawed fingers, Garett put away his model equipment and grabbed a coat to brave the harsh storm outside. Locking the door behind him, Garett was instantly assaulted by snow and freezing air. Luckily for him, the bulk of it didn't penetrate his fur, and he was able to trudge to Samantha's mostly unharmed. Just before he could knock on the door, it swung open and the giant furry form that was his friend Samantha grabbed him up into a big hug
"So glad you could make it on such short notice, Garett."
"Erk! You're welcome!"
"Well come in, come in, it's cold out there, brr!"
With that, she turned around and deposited the hapless wolf on her entryway carpet before turning around and closing the door against the cold. As usual, she was clad in as little as possible. Tonight, it was merely a bra and panties, neither of which looked like they fit Samantha's 320 pound body very well. Garett's front had already thawed due to Samantha's warm belly that had absorbed him, the rest following suit shortly after.
"Ok Garett, I'm starving, can we eat or would you like something to drink first?"
"I'm fine, thanks. Lets get this over with."
Samantha laughed, the outburst shaking her whole jiggly body.
"Oh Garett, is it really so much of a chore? You get head scratchings after all!"
"Hey, I thought I said no head scratchings tonight!"
"Oh? I don't remember that~"
Samantha winked and pushed past him into the kitchen, not an easy feat considering the hallway was about as wide as Samantha. Garett was lovingly pushed aside, and got partially buried in Samantha's belly again as she pushed past him. He secretly enjoyed it, but he would never let Samantha know.
"Come on, come on, it's past 6pm and you know how particular my stomach is about timing."
"Yes yes, coming."
Garett followed the wide badger's scantily clad butt into the massive kitchen, where Samantha promptly turned around and held her arms up.
"You know the drill, I can't get these off by myself anymore~"
Both of them knew perfectly well she could.
"Really Samantha? All this trouble for dinner?"
"Oh Garett, it's not as fun otherwise!"
Garett sighed and walked around behind her, searching her back for the clasp that got harder and harder to find every time he looked, it seemed. He found it, unclasped it, and walked back around to her front to pull the essentially ornamental bra off of the large woman and discard it, while she slipped her underwear down to her knees, as far as she claimed she could bend. Here too he had to help, and worked the garment down to her ankles, waiting impatiently for her to step out of it so he could discard it as well.
"There, happy?"
"Oh Garett, you're no fun, you know that?"
At this she smirked at him and shooed him away from her so she could lay down on the floor, her customary eating position.
"Alright Mr. Serious, the food is in the fridge, fire away when ready!"
Once again, Garett sighed, Samantha's eagerness all too apparent. Opening the fridge door, he was almost inundated in the contents, packed so tightly that the disturbance caused by the opening door loosed them all onto him. There was edibles of all kinds, pastas, meats, cakes, anything under the sun that would leave Samantha feeling satisfied.
"What would you like to start with? I believe there's a tub of spaghetti on my head, a pie on my foot, and I think this might be a meatloaf I feel on my back."
"Oh, anything you find, it's all good. Quickly though, I'm really hungry!"
"Yes, yes... Hm, ok, meatloaf it is."
Bringing the tupperware container over to Samantha, he opened and held it over her mouth so she could comfortably chew it. She playfully grabbed the whole thing in one bite, carefully missing Garett's fingers.
"Hee hee, I'm jaws, I eat everything!"
Garett sighed and rolled his eyes, tactics designed to look disinterested to hopefully offset what his eyes actually said. Samantha knew him too well though.
"You might have a better vantage point on my belly, silly wolf, you should try it."
"Alright, alright, lemme just find your next dish..."
Grabbing another dish, Garett climbed onto Samantha's belly as instructed and opened the package over her mouth. Catching the lasagna contained within, she snapped up the morsel and licked her lips, reaching a hand up to scratch Garett's head.
"There's a good wolfy, now feed me the rest, I'm still starving~"
Garett blushed lightly at the pet-like treatment, but continued as instructed, fetching packages and emptying them into Samantha's hungry mouth, the climb atop her belly becoming longer and longer as her body absorbed the calories in the food. As she fed, Samantha grew, already heavy breasts swelling and sliding lower and lower on her belly, their weight pulling them from their precarious perch. Her limbs, too, softened and rounded, making it harder and harder to reach up and scratch the wolf feeding her. And of course, her belly on which Garett perched grew and flowed in all directions, covering first her legs, then the floor to her sides, bumping up against the growing pile of empty containers Garett made nearby. Soon, Garett was down to the last package.
"Ok Samantha, this is the last one, you ready?"
Samantha moaned softly, smiling, her belly riding high and breasts splayed out, twice as big as before her dinner.
"Always, dearie. And after that, we can start on the second course!"
Garett, just reaching the peak of the small mountain known as Samantha's belly, groaned.
"Oh come on! This always happens..."
"Hee hee, I'm a big girl, I need big meals!"
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All told, Samantha had prepared seven courses ahead of time, each of which was larger than the last, and an additional course of just desert. Even at his level of fitness, Garett was tuckered by the end of it, and fell asleep atop the warm mountain of squishy fat Samantha had become, curled up like a dog, cocooned on all sides by the gentle furry belly. Samantha filled the spacious kitchen, moaning with pleasure (softly so she didn't wake the helpful pup), her form dwarfing any of the furniture. Her belly had reached the walls two or so courses ago, and begun to fill upward, somewhat like a swimming pool made of warm furry jello, and about the same size (if we're talking Olympic). Her breasts, with nowhere else to go, lay atop and to the side, each six feet in diameter and extremely full. Of special interest to Samantha were her nipples, which severely needed to be played with, but she couldn't bother the wolf anymore, he had earned his rest. So instead, she kneaded what little she could reach of her breast, and was content with that for the time being. Rubbing her belly gently, Samantha sighed happily, growing tired as her body continued digesting. Shifting slightly, causing a small wave that rippled across her whole body, she settled in and fell asleep, full and content.
"Goodnight, wolfy, sleep well..."