I bought Belle when she was but a pup, the runt of the litter of bright brown anthro-dog puppies that my cousin's dear old dog had had. The rest had been strong and noisy while Belle had been somewhat weak and quiet. The quiet was what I wanted in a dog, living alone away from my parents for the first time, and living in an apartment I didn't want too huge of a dog. Belle had turned out to be quite the opposite, however. With my love and care she grew up to be quite the pudgy toddler, seeming to find all the fattiest foods in the house without having to watch me put them there. The nose on that girl is something else. She also grew taller, way taller than I expected, and as I managed to work my way out of college debt into having savings of my own, I realized that having a three year old, five foot tall, seven foot wide Belle in my little apartment just wasn't going to work (anthro-dogs mature faster than humans do, she was reaching a maturity of around 17 years of age in human yeas). Luckily I knew a few people out in the country who knew a few other people and one of those was looking to sell his old house, a two story affair with a decent sized yard for Belle to play around in with countryside all around so nobody would bother us. We moved in a few weeks later, Belle instantly loved the place. Couldn't get her to stop running (or rather, waddling) around the yard and investigating everything. Her happiness showed in her eating as well, what used to suffice for a meal (a few dozen pizzas, some three gallons of pasta and meat sauce, and a few more gallons of ice cream for dessert) was only a snack anymore. Her growth picked up the pace and she put on pounds and inches, gaining sometimes twenty pounds a day (according to my estimations). Pretty soon she was stuck in the yard, unable to enter the building, but that didn't bother her in the least. She would still waddle around the yard, happy as can be, soaking up the sunshine and beauty of the country around us, at least until dinnertime when she would waddle as fast as possible over to the feeding chute that I installed on the side of the building. After she hit seven feet I simply had to, it was impossible to feed her in any reasonable amount of time by climbing up on her with her food (while she was seven feet tall, she was twenty wide, plenty of belly and breast to lay on comfortably), so I reserved that for special treats on holidays. Instead, the feeding chute, which was simply a chute going from my bedroom window down to the first story of the house that I could throw food down. She got quite adept at catching it, whatever it was, and so we continued. She continued to grow, against all my expectations, and enjoyed life to the fullest. One day, however, things changed, though not for the worse.
One morning, her sixth birthday in fact (approximately 23 in human years), I woke up to hear a familiar whining sound that hearalded breakfast time, and got to cooking. Breakfast made, I opened my window and peeked outside to see a familiar lovable face staring up at me from next to the end of the chute (now raised up to the 10 feet that Belle's head reached, and slightly extended to allow her to actually reach it over her fat, which had reached a full thirty feet around her). Breakfast proceeded as usual (mountains of bacon, eggs, and hash browns emtpied into a larger mountain that would need another feeding in an hour or two) and I went about my business, but curiously the gentle shaking of the ground that usually accompanied Belle's romping and playing outside was absent. Intrigued, I tidied up a few things for work and went outside to see if maybe there was a particularly awesome view outside today. There was, but not what I was expecting. Whether she had gotten tired of romping around or she had simply grown too fat for the effort to be worth it, Belle had sat down next to the feeding chute and decided she wasn't going to move all that much anymore. She panted happily, tiny tail atop her gigantic butt wagging as joyfully as usual, but the bulk of her unmoving. I decided to investigate and climbed up to have a talk. Along the way I gave her my customary playtime rub, scratching her belly on my way up and giving her fire hydrant nipples a gentle squeeze and rub when I reached them that caused them to get warm and stiff, finally ending with a hug of her breast that caused the milk-filled swimming pool-sized tanks to emit a little happy trickle from her nipples, all culminating in the best sight of all: a giant smile on the best girl in the world's face.
"Say Belle, not feeling like playing around today? Sights got you bored finally?" I asked, ruffling her head and laying down face-to-face in her cleavage.
"Nooo, I just got tired of moving. I'm all heavy and squishy!" she replied, positively beaming.
"Well silly girl, that's because you're so fat! If you want, I can put you on a diet and we can get you back down to only a few tons so you can move around again."
"Oh no! I love it! Being all heavy and squishy is so fun when you play with me, and I get to watch everything go by."
"Is that so? Well, I can't deny you that, now can I."
She blushed lightly and gave me a little kiss, her tail wagging as hard as ever.
"Thanks! You're the best!" she said, though I could tell by the inflection that she wanted to ask me something.
"I wouldn't be here without you, Belle. Anything I can get you before I go back to work?" I said, matching her subtlety with some of my own.
"Weeeellll..." she began, averting her eyes.
"The worst I can do is say no, lovely. Don't be afraid!"
"Weeeelll, I'm kinda hungry still..." she continued.
"That all? I'll get right to work."
"Not all... I was wondering, well... do you like me this big and squishy?" she asked, turning her biggest pout possible on.
"No need for the puppy dog eyes, lovely, I love you at any size." I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "With more of you around, there's more of you to love."
Her blush deepend and she gave me a sudden huge squishy hug, pressing me between her large furry breasts.
"I love you too, I just want to get as huge as possible so I can be with you forever and we can play and be happy!" she gushed, pent up emotion from who knows how long coming out in that glow of affection that she showed.
"That's fine by me, Belle, that's fine by me." I reassured her, rubbing the breast I was pressed up against. A few minutes work and I was free of the chasm between her breasts and on my way back down to bake her birthday cake (and the rest of her meal), a giant affair that she devoured far quicker than I could possibly have baked. The bathtub-ful of ice cream that followed was similarly inhaled, and the happy day ended with the best belly scratching the world had never known (with a similarly great breast rub that left her comatose out of pleasure).
From that day onward her appettite seemed only to increase, leading me to believe she had been suppressing it out of fear that I wouldn't like her new, bigger self. Her fears were entirely ungrounded, so far from true that the opposite was the reality, I loved her every pound and inch gained. Years passed and she grew into a fully mature woman, breasts catching up in growth rate to the rest of her and the rest of her catching up in size to the house itself. Soon the feeding chute extended outward only, her body having grown a full fifteen feet high (and a hundred wide), and every morning I woke up to see that beautiful face looking in on me with the morning sun. With her smiling face spurring me onward each day, I soon topped out the company's business ladder and ended up in a paid advisor role, called upon sparingly but always with respect and admiration for my calm head and clear thinking (brought about by none other than quality relaxation and playtime with Belle). This position gives me a lot of free time to spend with Belle, and a lot of free cash to spend on her as well.
Since being appointed this position our routine has remained unchanged and just as enjoyable as ever. After breakfast in the morning (a meal that I now prepare the night before with a large mixer and a holding tank in the basement, to be pumped up and out to her in the morning) I walk outside and climb up to her in the usual way, paying my respects to her lovely belly, nipples, and breasts on my way up. Once up next to her head, we sit back and relax, myself with a book that I read to her and herself either listening to me or simply enjoying the view. An hour later I pull the hose back down and give her her midmorning snack, a meal almost as large as breakfast (also prepared nightly), and I give her a belly rub to let everything settle nicely. Lunch and midafternoon snack passes in much the same way, while dinner is a more elaborate affair that I climb down to retrieve. I try to go all-out on the dinners, and I daresay with this much practice I've become something of a master chef, both in how good I can make a dish and how large I can make it. Dinner done, we settle in for the twilight and watch the moon come out together. Sometimes we howl, if it's a particularly nice night, other times we just enjoy the growing dark, until finally she falls asleep and I slide down to head to bed myself.
It is a not a complicated life I lead, and it is not a particularly exciting one, but I wouldn't trade it, or Belle, for the world. I have everything I need, a home, money, and someone special to share it with, and that's all I could ask of life.