*Ding-dong!*

Pointed ears perked up as the doorbell downstairs rang, and a shuffle of bare paws against the carpet followed as a large figure made his way downstairs. Hurrying down the staircase, a large lupine paused briefly at the bottom of the stairs, both to catch his breath and to examine himself in the mirror. Zeich couldn't help but grin at his disheveled expression, taking a moment to unsuccessfully smooth out his long black hair, which still seemed to stick out in every direction no matter what he did to try and fix it. Tossing his short ponytail back over his shoulder, where it hung down to the bottom of his neck, the wolf checked himself out again once more, idly tugging at his t-shirt even as he did so.

Of course, tugging at the hem did little to improve the shirt's fit; though it was comfortable, it still clung to the curves of a hefty belly that bulged out a fair distance, covered yet not concealed by the shirt stretched over it. Zeich had never been one for formal wear, with jeans and a t-shirt making up the majority of his wardrobe, and today was no exception. Today he was wearing one of his favorite shirts, a white t-shirt with a wolf's head across the front, though the poor thing looked positively stretched across his thick chest and broad middle. That just came with being around a quarter-ton of wolf; at his size, Zeich had some minor difficulties finding clothing in his size that he liked, and even custom-printed items tended to look a little stretched and stressed when spread across his front.

His jeans fit a little better than the shirt did, at least; while stretching his arms up too far might cause the shirt to ride up and reveal maybe a half inch of gray-furred belly, the waistband of the jeans was far more comfortable, roomy enough to not pinch while not requiring a belt to hold them up. Of course, it helped that the jeans rested comfortably on the shelf of his broad rump, his long tail swishing back and forth out the hole in the back. But even the fit on his wide thighs was comfortable, and the way in which these particular pants fit so comfortably had made Zeich a regular customer of their manufacturer.

Satisfied with how he looked, as casual as it was, Zeich made his way towards the door quickly as the bell rang again. It wasn't like he was going on a date or anything; he didn't need to look really nice when it was just taking lunch with a friend. And speaking of friends... as the wolf threw open the door, he found himself caught in a powerful bear hug, thick arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing tightly. The wolf chuckled and playfully returned the gesture before he was finally released, stepping back to catch his breath. “Oof, Deam, ease up; I may be well-padded but I think you're still strong enough to knock the wind out of me.”

Another lupine, though black as opposed to Zeich's gray and with a number of glowing red tattoos, Deam was heavyset in his own way. While he wasn't as broad around the middle as his friend was, the shapeshifter was still fairly well-padded, and made up for the difference in muscular bulk. A thick, but firm chest stretched his shirt out in the front along with his muscle-gut, preventing the hem from quite concealing it all, while beefy arms whose size was only slightly muted by extra fat stressed the sleeves. Strong legs, a modestly wide waist—at least compared to Zeich's, but comparing to five hundred pounds of wolf wasn't a fair comparison at all—and a broad rump complimented his figure, giving him the look of a retired or off-season weight-lifter; plenty of strength, but plenty of bulk too.

“Nah, you can take it, wurf.” Zeich couldn't think of when it had caught on, but at some point he had used the word “wurf” as a joke, and since then, it had not only been a self-proclaimed nickname, but surprisingly contagious to others as well. Deam was one of those who had taken to it particularly well. “You're soft enough that I could lose my arms in those spare tires, and you know it!”

“Well, not quite *that* big...” Zeich chuckled, blushing; though he was a gainer, and enjoyed his large bulk, he was still fairly shy about his weight, even around his friends. It didn't help that Deam, along with a few of his other friends, enjoyed encouraging him and pushing him to get bigger. In fact, the wolf had no doubt that his shapeshifter companion had invited him out to lunch for *exactly* that reason; after all, not only was he treating, but their destination was a well-known and well-stocked buffet. No doubt Zeich was going to need to loosen his belt a notch, so to speak, by the time today was done!

“Not yet.” Deam grinned, confirming his suspicions, and the shapeshifter grabbed his friend's arm and tugged him out the door. Zeich managed to hold his ground for the half-second he needed to grab his keys before he was literally hauled out the door, his claws digging into the floor briefly. Zeich made a note of his friend's enthusiasm; he was up to something. Mentally making a note to order larger clothes once they had a moment to sit down, the wolf finally started to walk forward and follow Deam. That didn't stop him from being half-dragged by the shapeshifter's powerful stride, a much more effective pace than Zeich's slower waddle. It took about ten minutes of walking before he finally got Deam to let go, giving the overweight lupine a chance to catch his breath.

“Hhff... slow it down... will ya? Not all of us... hff... are as fit as you are.” Zeich panted as he sat on a convenient bench, wiping sweat from his face. He was no stranger to modest exercise for keeping healthy, but being pulled along and struggling to keep his balance while trying to walk twice as fast as normal was hard work! The bench creaked slightly under his weight, all focused around the center of the wooden surface, and the wolf blushed again; he was used to reinforced seating at his home! Idly he wondered if the buffet was even set up to accommodate people of greater than a few hundred pounds; imagine how embarrassing it would be if the seating was nothing but booths that he couldn't fit into!

“No, I imagine not. And I'd hope not!” Deam grinned, waiting patiently. “Besides, we're here. No need to waddle any further!” Zeich's ears perked up, and he looked up behind him curiously to see that they were indeed in front of the restaurant. A simple “Oh” was all the reply that Zeich could give before once more Deam's strong grip caught his wrist, hauling him up in a way that only a very limited number of people could do. Groaning at having to get back up already, Zeich “followed” as best as he could, still being more dragged than walking behind. They passed through the (thankfully) double-doors, albeit one at a time; even the wider entrance would not be able to accommodate both of them walking side-by-side!

The server, a rather startled-looking stag who seemed surprised at the... scope of the two customers, but Deam quickly stepped up and leaned in, confirming a reservation. Zeich tilted his head in confusion, surprised that a buffet of all places took reservations, but in a moment the two of them were led towards the seating area. The server stopped in front of their table... and the wolf stared, uncomprehending. Their seat was a booth, the gap between seat and table far too small for either of them to squeeze in. Turning towards Deam, Zeich was about to ask what was going on, when the shapeshifter simply walked up to the table and dragged it out of the way. What was once a round booth was now almost like a U-shaped seat, though it still didn't seem big enough for the two of them to sit at.. and where was the table for them to set their plates on, anyway?

“Well, go on wurf, sit.” Zeich's eyes narrowed at Deam's cheerful tone, his suspicions raised... but he sat down anyway. Shenanigans or not, he was hungry, and he was tired of being dragged around on his already-tired feet. He'd deal with whatever came. And of course, the moment Zeich sat down, said shenanigans began. The moment he was seated, Deam took the table that he had slid out and slid it right back in, bumping it right into Zeich's gut. The wolf let out an oof of surprise as he was suddenly penned in, the force of the push and his stance causing the table to actually press *under* his gut, causing the thick mass to be supported atop it. The shift was enough to cause his shirt to ride up slightly, sending a shiver up the hefty lupine's spine as the underside of his gut rested on the cool wood of the table.

“Now, no moving this table, 'kay?” Deam said, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “I can shove it right back into place, after all. The only way you're allowed to move it is when you outgrow that space, got it?” Zeich stared at him, the gears finally turning as he figured out the shapeshifter's plan. It seemed that Deam planned to feed him until he simply shoved the table out of the way by his sheer girth, as opposed to pushing himself free. And, unfortunately,  Zeich knew that the plan was coming to fruition; Deam could very well keep him pinned there without much effort, given that the lard-laden wolf was not particularly strong and his friend, on the other hand, was.

“Now, you wait here. You try running off, and I'll be very unhappy.” Zeich just retorted with a glare; he wasn't going to be “running” anywhere, and at his pace the wolf doubted he'd get far before just being dragged back to the table once more, so he simply just crossed his arms and waited. Deam was more than happy to run off towards the buffet, grabbing not one, but three trays balanced across his arms. No doubt he planned to stack them high, and it would just be the appetizer!

As he waited for Deam to return, Zeich looked around the buffet. Oddly enough, they were the only two people there, aside from the waiter. Checking the clock on the wall, the wolf noted that it should have been pretty busy at this hour; it wasn't quite the lunch rush, but it wasn't too far after it. Curiouser and curiouser, as the saying went; Zeich wondered why the business was so empty, and as a result, his trickery instincts warned him that something was definitely up.

Fortunately, the shapeshifter was back only a moment later, and indeed the trays were stacked to the brim with food. It seemed that he had visited different areas for each tray; one was laden with several different meat dishes from steaks and pork chops to meatballs and bacon-wrapped dumplings, while another looked like it bore a baker's rack of breads. The last was various sides ranging from rice to pilaf, macaroni to mashed potatoes; it seemed that Deam had visited three of the major buffet bars, obviously ignoring the salad bar and saving the desserts for later. And then of course there were some of the specialty bars, such as the pizza counter, set aside for subsequent courses; Zeich expected that they would be emptied soon enough!

All three trays were set down, and the meat-laden one was slid across the table. Deam grabbed a pair of chairs and sat down opposite his lupine companion, his own bulky gut pressing into the table and one arm resting on it in case Zeich had any intent of trying to get away before being properly full. With his free arm, the shapeshifter indicated the tray before him. “Well, what're you waiting for, wurf? You wanted to eat, so I'm offering you all you can eat, and then some!” The wolf opposite him gave a wry expression, but he couldn't maintain it as a smile slowly made its way onto his muzzle; despite being wrapped in his friend's mischief, Zeich truly did enjoy eating, and no doubt he'd be doing plenty of that with Deam around.

“Alright, if you insist, gutmutt...” Zeich chuckled and grabbed the tray, pulling it closer. A plate of burgers balanced on top was his first dish, each laden with bacon from the all-day breakfast bar, thick slabs of still-sizzling cheese, and three patties apiece. Eying it thoughtfully, Zeich wasn't sure he could fit the whole thing in his maw, though he was certainly going to try! Grabbing one of the burgers and squeezing as best as he could to compress it into a more manageable size, the wolf managed to get about a third of the burger in one bite, as opposed to practically gulping down the whole thing like he could with normal burgers. His belly grumbled, reminding him that he was indeed hungry, and two more bites demolished the rest of the first burger, a dish that would be exceptionally filling for the average individual. But for Zeich, with his expansive belly, it was barely a snack.

The wolf was quick to tear through the first plate, and soon he was just licking ketchup off of his lips and setting the dish aside, ready to move onto the next. Three breaded pork chops were next, a small sea of barbeque sauce around them allowing them to soak. And speaking of barbeque, a second plate was also pulled up with a hog's worth of pulled pork, also drizzled in sauce, though the smell suggested that this was a special hot sauce hybrid to give the barbeque a bit of a kick to it. Yet that did little to deter Zeich; he stabbed a fork through one of the pork chops, bringing the whole thing up to his maw and taking bites out of it much like one would a slice of pizza, while his free paw fumbled with the barbeque, scooping up large forkfuls to chow on between bites. Eventually he got it into an alternating system, a bite of pork chop followed by a forkful of barbeque, on repeat until both plates were empty. And that didn't take long, given his appetite.

Pushing the plates aside, Zeich gave his belly a few playful pats. He was far from full yet; heck, he hadn't even gotten to his starting capacity, let alone started stretching out his gut. Of course, he wouldn't make a true glutton of himself in public usually—clothing tended to struggle with survival when he was on one of his true feeding frenzies—but the wolf imagined that Deam would not let him go so easily. A full belly would only be the start of it; ideally, the shapeshifter would probably stuff him until he was too glutted to move. And while that wasn't a bad idea, as Zeich loved the idea of just being that full, he wasn't sure he liked the idea of being rolled home either.

But right now he wasn't going anywhere; Deam was still watching, and he had most of his tray and two others to clear out before the shapeshifter would retreat to the buffet to refill. So Zeich went back to his food with a gusto, though he started mixing it up; a large plate of meatloaf topped with a thick layer of ketchup was met by a whole pot of mashed potatoes and a thick loaf of italian bread, the latter having chunks torn off of it as the wolf stuffed his face. The meatloaf had a small tang of spice to it, and the potatoes were richly buttered and soaked in a gravy that Zeich had no doubt would add a significant amount of calories to his waistline. The bread was still warm, as though it was still fresh from the oven, and a small stick of butter was provided for him to slather on each slice he pulled off.

The effects of all this feasting were starting to show, too; Zeich's gut had gone from sagging softly to something more rounded as it grew more full, pressing out from beneath his shirt. The t-shirt's hem couldn't quite reach to the bottom of his gut, even as he tugged at it, leaving at least a half-inch of wolfgut bulging out. The fabric clung tightly to his sides, and the waistband of his jeans pinched lightly into the bottom curve of his belly. Even the table was pressing firmly into his belly, yet it was held in place by the shapeshifter on the opposite side, leaving a small divot in Zeich's gut. Odds were that his middle would be protruding a good deal further by the time they were done, so hopefully Deam would let up a little and give him some room to breathe!

The next course was a plate of bacon-wrapped dumplings, which were really thick slabs of ground and cooked pork wrapped in slices of bacon and pinned together with toothpicks. Normally bite-sized snacks, there were a good fifty of them. Worse, given that they were small and bound with toothpicks that were not ideal for consumption—splinters tended to be quite the deterrent—that meant that they couldn't be wolfed down nearly as easily. Zeich had to content himself with grabbing a pawful of toothpicks as best as he could, pulling them up to get five or six of them at once, and just stuffing the meat in his maw only to pull the toothpicks free. At that rate it still took a good nine grabs from the plate, slowing him down, but it certainly gave Deam plenty of time to admire his handiwork as that wolf gut continued to press into the table.

The next plate was six large slabs of steak, a whole cow flank by the look of it. Pulled up with it was a massive bowl of rice pilaf and a circular pan of honey-sweetened cornbread, the latter still sizzling slightly. Sticking a butter knife in the edge of the pan to avoid burning himself, Zeich levered the cornbread out so that it looked almost like a thick cake set by itself onto a plate. Giving it a moment to finish cooling, the wolf tore into several of the steaks, soaked in sauce and practically dripping as they made their way towards the wolf's mouth, three of them vanishing into his greedy maw within about two minutes. Then several large forkfuls of rice pilaf followed, seasoned with butter and garlic to give it a rich flavor to contrast the sharper taste of the spicy steak sauce.

Before long, the cornbread had cooled enough that it was fit for consumption, and Zeich was more than happy to do so. Tearing off a large chunk, the greedy wolf stuffed it into his mouth with abandon, the honey-sweet flavor reminding him almost of a cupcake, but less sugary and more natural. It was actually enough to make him pause for a moment, enjoying the taste... but only for a moment, as the rest of the cornbread was downed in only moments, leaving nothing behind but the barest of crumbs. The last of the steaks followed only a moment later, along with the rest of the pilaf, leaving several empty plates around him.

The effect of all the food was becoming more and more obvious as time went by; by now, Deam had actually been forced to slide his chair backwards slightly as the table was beginning to press into his middle more firmly, the wolfgut pushing outwards on the opposite side firmly enough to start sliding the wooden surface forward. Zeich's belly stuck out a full foot and a half further than normal, and by now his shirt was having a hard time containing it all. Slid up just above the navel, Deam could see a good deal of that thick, gray-furred belly, along with the patch of darker black fuzz that went down the center of it. Rounded like a ball, it jutted out a good deal, looking like a large, overfilled beach ball protruding from the stuffed wolf's middle.

Leaning back, Zeich patted his belly a few more times, feeling a slight tightness in it. He still had plenty of room, but it did become uncomfortable after a while without any time to digest. Nonetheless, he doubted that Deam would give him that time to recover; he still had several side dishes left over from the macaroni to the baked apples, as well as another thick slab of garlic bread slices, a good five or six waiting to be finished. Taking a deep breath and rubbing at his gut a few more times, as though it would help the digestion, Zeich finally ended his break and reached forward, dragging the pot of macaroni and cheese to him. Grabbing a fork, he started to grab large chunks of the sticky mess, while his other paw grabbed the first slice of garlic bread. After a few bites of both, Zeich decided to speed up the process, grabbing two slices and layering on a good deal of macaroni before them, making an impromptu sandwich of bread, cheese, and macaroni. And indeed, it did accelerate consumption considerably, and soon the pot had only the barest remains left over, while a single slice of garlic bread remained, only to be downed in a few bites a moment later.

By now, Zeich was starting to feel full to capacity. Not full-full; he could still eat a good deal, enough to really expand out his gut, but there was a definite tightness to it that was starting to become borderline uncomfortable. But the wolf soldiered on, grabbing the last dish, a modest bowl of baked apples still soaking in their syrup. Without pause, he tilted the bowl back, simply sucking it down like one would a bowl of soup. Mashed apples softened by the syrup slid down his throat, leaving a warm feeling down to his belly, and soon the bowl was emptied, set aside along with the rest of the dishes. He had finished his first course, leaving the trays around him empty, and him considerably more satisfied.

“Not bad, you made it through the first dish! But I've still got to clean out the pizza bar, and we can't forget dessert!” Deam grinned from across the table, finally standing back up. “Now don't you go anywhere, wurf, you've got quite a feeding yet to come!” Zeich rolled his eyes but motioned for the shapeshifter to go on. The wolf was definitely feeling nice and full, a contentment that would normally be followed by a nap, but it seemed that Deam was determined to see just how far his belly would stretch. Zeich was already feeling uncomfortable though, so the moment that his friend's back was turned, the wolf was already sliding the table out so that he could get up. The lard-laden lupine let out an oof as he tried to lever himself up to his feet, rocking back and forth a few times before managing to get up again, his belly protruding far further than it normally did and bumping into the table again.

Quickly, before Deam could notice, Zeich started to make his way towards the door, hoping that he could get away without being spotted. But halfway across the room towards the door, he was stopped by something wrapping around his waist. Looking down, the wolf spotted what looked to be a bushy tail much like his own, but far longer than any lupine's tail should be, wrapped around his waist and holding him in place. A glance over his shoulder would show that it was Deam's, using his abilities as a shapeshifter to alter himself enough to restrain a wolf's escape without even having to look behind him as he cheerfully stacked several whole pizzas on a tray. The shapeshifter didn't even seemed perturbed by Zeich's escape attempt, continuing as though nothing had happened even as he held the captured wolf in place.

Before long, Deam was already walking over again, his strong arms laden with most of the pizza bar across a handful of trays. His tail automatically shortened itself as he approached, and soon he was face-to-face with his captive wolf, a smile on his face. “Now, now, wurf; what did I tell you about escaping? I don't appreciate that in the least.” A friendly, yet powerful shove sent Zeich onto his backside, his full belly bouncing heavily from the motion and causing him to groan slightly, but not nearly as much as he did when Deam pushed him back further and seated himself carefully atop that full gut. “Oh my, you're not getting full already, are you? I could have sworn you bragged to me that you could eat a whole buffet by yourself. Well, now's the time to put your mouth where your money is.”

The shapeshifter grinned before tugging a table over with his tail, putting the trays down atop it before grabbing the first one. “First we're going to stuff you full of pizza, and then we're going to add a nice healthy helping of dessert to that waistline, wurf. If all goes well, I may not even be able to roll you home afterward; you won't fit through any of the doors!” And with that, he prevented any response from Zeich by literally rolling up the entire pizza, a simple cheese one, into a long round tube, stuffing the end into the wolf's mouth. Zeich was forced to bite down unless he wanted it shoved into his throat, so he did so, chewing and swallowing as fast as he could even as it was pushed against his maw insistently, Deam determined to make sure he'd consume the entire pizza in record time. Cheese stuck between the wolf's teeth and a dribble of sauce slid down his chin to be awkwardly wiped away, but soon enough the first pizza was gone, leaving his middle feeling considerably more stretched.

“Ooh, this is fun. I can almost feel myself rise up as you stuff yourself, you greedy wolf.” Deam teased, grabbing the next one, a simple pepperoni. This one disappeared much like the first, followed by an all-meat pizza. But by the time the third was gone, Zeich's groans were becoming more audible; he was definitely feeling full, and uncomfortably so. His belly was round as a globe, and his shirt barely made it to the furthest point of it, unable to begin covering the underside of that thick lupine gut that jutted out several feet more than usual. Deam's ears perked up at the groaning sounds from belly and wolf alike, and he quickly climbed off, setting aside the next pizza for a moment to gently rub at that strained belly.

“Aw, are you getting full already, Zeich? C'mon, we've got three more pizzas, and the dessert bar left! They've even got one of those chocolate waterfall things, so you can't quit now!” Zeich just groaned again, staying on his back; bending forward just made his middle strain that much more. “Ah, I know what you need, a little digestion. Here, let me help.” With that, Deam happily pressed his paws into that strained, overblown gut, the soft pads gently squishing against the rolls of taut flab as he massaged it lightly. A slow warmth seemed to spread out from his fingertips as he did so, the feeling spreading through Zeich's gut and causing the pressure to slowly lessen.

But where the pressure lessened in his belly, it increased elsewhere. Deam's touch was helping his digestion immeasurably, and that meant that all the calories that he had consumed in the last little while was all being added to his waistline. His belly looked like it was deflating slightly, yet maintaining its size, fat piling on in place of simply being stuffed, sagging slightly lower as the food was digested. The wolf's body started to grow outwards, however, putting on weight from head to toe. Cheeks rounded out against a thickening muzzle, while additional chins wobbled with each breath taken, while his tire-like neck bloated out further. Thick moobs, already impressively large to begin with, began to stretch his t-shirt out further, the material barely able to contain the expansive wolf within it. Indeed, the sleeves were already tearing about pudge-laden arms, creating plenty of weaknesses in the material for his growing form to tear apart.

The expansion wasn't limited to his upper body, either; his thickening thighs were pressing against one another, forcing him to shift his stance more and more as seams started to pop, while his backside swelled thickly beneath him, forcing his hips up slightly and making his belly that much more prominent. His belly spilled out over his lap, the button on his jeans gone in moments, while the zipper couldn't contain the burgeoning tide of wolfgut as it expanded outwards. Though in the end the denim jeans survived where the shirt didn't, they were not in the best of condition with several seams blown out completely and the front torn apart by that massive belly.

“Ah, much better.” Deam grinned as he leaned in, giving that mass a few playful pats. “Just like jello, how I like my wurf gut. Plenty of room for the rest of the buffet too, wouldn't you say?” With that, the shapeshifter resumed straddling his padded seat, though it took him a few times to climb atop it before he finally managed to get comfortable, the remaining three pizzas already in hand. “Alright then, shall we resume polishing off this buffet?”

Zeich didn't get a chance to respond, still dazed after his stuffing and fattening, which was all the invitation that Deam needed to continue. A sausage-and-bacon pizza was stuffed into the wolf's muzzle just like the ones prior, and a pineapple-and-ham one followed only moments later. Yet these two pizzas didn't seem to make a mark on the wolf's expansive belly; it would take a lot more before Zeich's belly took on its previous roundness again! But that was a challenge that Deam hoped to meet even as the last pizza, an interesting “dessert pizza” with a chocolate sauce and brown sugar coating, made its way into the wolf's gut, though it left his maw coated with messy chocolate from the act.

“Alright, get yourself presentable before dessert, wolf. You have a little bit of chocolate right... here.” Deam indicated his entire mouth with a grin before making his way towards the last bar, stacking cakes and cookies, brownies and sweet rolls. It was a good ten minutes before he was back, and by that time, Zeich had indeed licked his lips clean, and was looking up eagerly for the last dish. No longer feeling like he was ready to burst at the seams, and having conceded that he wasn't going to be any less than whale-sized by the end of this, the wolf decided to just go with it and enjoy the moment. That was why, even as Deam started stuffing sweet treats into his maw, Zeich was happy to keep up, one dessert after another sliding down his throat. A dozen chocolate-chip cookies were followed by several lemon bars, the contrast causing him to pause a moment only to be soothed by chocolate-dipped Rice Krispy squares. Fudge brownies were followed by actual caramel fudge a moment later, crunchy nuts accompanying both and adding a pleasant texture to the dessert course.

Next up was the cakes, and Deam had procured not one, but two whole sheet cakes. Large slices, each about twice as big as a large cupcake, were stuffed in the wolf's muzzle. Crumbs scattered across his cheeks and lips, but there was no time to wipe them away as the shapeshifter's feeding kicked up into high gear. One cake was gone within about ten minutes of constant stuffing, and by now, Zeich's belly was starting to firm up slightly again, though nowhere near as much as before. Unhindered by shirt or waistband, it swelled eagerly like some kind of fur-covered balloon, more and more food passing into its expansive girth. Even as the second cake disappeared into it, it grew rounder, fuller-looking, protruding much as it had before.

Finally the trays were cleared, and Deam patted at Zeich's belly. “Almost done! Boy, you really let yourself go, didn't you wurf? Didn't even leave anything for me!” The shapeshifter grinned before climbing off, his tail wagging happily, no longer needed to hold Zeich in place, as the overfull, fattened wolf didn't imagine he was going anywhere anytime soon. “But we've got one last treat before we're done, so stay put!” Zeich didn't imagine he would be doing anything else, but he just shrugged and nodded, before Deam dashed off to the dessert bar again, to tinker with something over at the far end. It was a few minutes before he returned, bearing a large hose.

“I hope they don't mind that I dismantled the chocolate waterfall; how else was I supposed to get it to you?” Zeich raised an eyebrow, but before he could ask, the hose was stuffed into his maw. Deam dashed off yet again, likely to flip the switch for it, and suddenly a spray of chocolate filled Zeich's maw. The wolf was literally forced to chug as the powerful spray, meant to power the entire waterfall for people to dip their desserts in, was released into his maw. The syrupy mass began to fill his belly quickly, his cheeks bulging from the force of the chocolate being sprayed into it, and soon, his gut began to rise again, at an inching yet steady pace as the melted chocolate was liberally pumped into it.

Deam was more than happy to hold the hose in place, making sure that not a drop went missing even as the reservoir of chocolate was slowly emptied. Zeich's belly slowly grew rounder and rounder, thickening by the moment, and soon it was approaching the lighter discomfort stages. It was weird, yet oddly enjoyable; the wolf felt as though he were being blown up like some kind of water balloon, albeit with something much sweeter and enjoyable than simple water. He hardly noticed the light discomfort, his thickened paws languidly patting and kneading at what parts of his gut he could reach; his belly was so broad he could barely reach halfway up towards the apex!

Sadly, the hose sputtered out before long, giving one last burst of chocolate before falling dead in the smallest of trickles, leaving a very full, very round-looking wolf laying on the floor of the buffet. His gut towered above him, easily the largest part of him, reaching most of the way to the ceiling. The rest of his form, while not quite matching that swollen blimp of a belly, was similarly fat-laden; bloated round cheeks and multiple chins wobbled with each breath, while his wide limbs wobbled and sagged with every motion. His jeans were in tatters, the denim scraps straining around his wide waistline, plush posterior, and thickened thighs, leaving only his extra-stretch black boxers to contain his massively flabby form and keep him decent.

The hose was removed, and Zeich was left to just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Deam was happy to sprawl across the top of that gut, peering down from its peak at the content-looking wolf below him. Unable to even speak easily, Zeich just raised one thick paw in a thumbs-up to indicate that he had indeed enjoyed himself, before slumping back to take a nap, a food-induced coma quickly coming over him.

Even as he did so, Deam just grinned, his tail thumping back and forth as he spoke quietly to himself. “I hope this place has a delivery door; we have an appointment at the other restaurant this afternoon, and it's gonna take a while to roll this landwhale over there!”