Bit Too Much (Commission for F3L4N)

“Alright Cynthia, now you hold tight while I get the vet up to speed, alright? Don’t go anywhere.”

The husky barked once and nodded, eager to let her human know she was ready to follow his instructions to the letter. Contrary to some of her canine companions, she utterly adored each visit to the veterinarian’s clinic, and not only because she got free treats if she behaved during her stay; the staff there was absolutely wonderful, and even if none of them really understood what she was saying, they treated her with the respect she deserved nonetheless, a rarity in today’s world.

Unfortunately, it did mean having to wait for quite a while inside a tight doggy box, itself inside a very stuffy trunk, while her human went ahead to sign those weird papers they had to pick up every time the two of them came to visit; she didn’t really understand what those were, but figured they must be very important if it meant having to wait for so long. This went double considering her most recent… issue, the one she assumed was the reason they had to head out on such a hot day.

It was no secret that Cynthia loved to eat, and loved to eat as much as she could whenever she could. If her human were to fill her bowl five times in a row after she cleaned it out, then he’d have to fill it a sixth because it’s not like the husky would just stop after such a meagre meal. And while said human was cautious enough to at least try to control her diet, the key-word there was “try”; one thing lead to another and the odd binge added up onto the next, until the canine was very clearly suffering from a case of the fatness that needed something done about it.

Cynthia herself didn’t really mind; it just made her fluffier and provided more of herself to love as far as she cared! Her friends adored it, and even though her human had an obligation to make sure she was healthy, she knew that he found some level of enjoyment in her being “his little chonker”; didn’t take all those pictures of her making funny faces for nothing, after all. Still, it was obvious she was going to need to go on a diet, as much as she very much didn’t enjoy it; the vest keeping her safely strapped in the back of the car was significantly tighter than it had been before, digging into her pudge in some parts and just generally being incredibly uncomfortable, whereas just a few short months ago it had been loose enough to actually let her move while inside of it. Now, it was a miracle if she could even breathe properly, and at least some part of her felt bad for having pigged out that much.

While she was busy looking at herself, however, someone else approached the car, softly enough that even her well-developed hearing didn’t pick up on it. With the trunk door just open enough that it could be pulled up, Cynthia began to worry about what might happen if anyone decided to be curious (or criminal) enough to check what was in there; would they harm her, would they take her away from her human? The thought alone made her growl, her ears flattening against her skull in preparation for an enemy she wasn’t even quite sure existed at all. Thankfully, the person who ended up opening the trunk door, while not her pet human, was still not remotely as threatening as she was expecting.

Cynthia didn’t know who that man was, but a smile like that couldn’t be faked; all of him radiated the kind of happiness and joy that the husky only really saw in those corny commercials that sometimes ran during the slow hours in the middle of the day, except rather than being entirely artificial and paper thin, it seemed genuine and heartfelt. Without saying a single word, that man had completely disarmed her and made himself a friend; Cynthia would follow him wherever he might want to take her without so much as a second thought. Dangerous, sure, but he looked decent enough.

The sharply-dressed man tutted a bit, extending a hand cautiously in order to open the door to the box she was in, then carefully patting her head after confirming the husky wouldn’t bite. His voice was melodious and smooth, a true pleasure to hear, and the things he said even more so; he went on at length about how much of a skinny little thing she was, how her human must be keeping her so underfed, and how she deserved ever so much more. Only one of those things were true, and truth be told Cynthia should probably have gotten mad about such insinuations being levied at her caretaker, but the man clearly had good intentions in his heart, so she chose to let it slide.

Of course, it helped when he reached into his pocket and produced a bag full of treats that he then shook right in front of her nuzzle, all-but forcing her tongue to roll out in anticipation and her breath to turn laboured when her whole body fought against the doggy box to try and get as close as possible. Once more the man began talking about how hungry she was, telling her that if she was a good girl, and sat quietly for a few seconds, she could have a treat. Obviously, Cynthia was a good girl, so being still was child’s play; the stranger’s smile was all the reward she could ever ask for, though the bone-shaped dog treat he threw into the trunk certainly made for a nice extra.

The husky chowed it down as quickly as possible, like it was at risk of developing legs and running off into the distance, and found that not only was it the same kind of flavour as her favourite food, liver and onions, but it was surprisingly filling for something that could fit in her mouth and go down with a couple of chomps. Each bite felt like dozens, as if she was gorging on a sumptuous feast that filled entire tables, all there just for her. The sensations were close to overwhelming her already-sensitive tongue and nose, and if not for the stranger being there to pet her and help calm her down, Cynthia didn’t really know if she’d be able to resist them.

As if that weren’t enough, the effects that treat was having on her body were just as pronounced as the ones on her senses; it’s not just that the treat felt like multiple meals all wrapped up in one, but as far as her gut cared, it actually was such a thing. Even though it was tiny, she could feel her body bloating as she swallowed it, until the vest began to audibly strain against her frame; the straps were digging into her so much that it was actually painful, and even though the feeling of gaining that much weight on such a short notice was nothing if not immensely pleasurable, the husky couldn’t deny that she would’ve preferred if the stranger took the restraints off first.

Rather than do anything to fix that problem, however, the man did the exact opposite and helped make it even worse by placing a second treat on top of Cynthia’s muzzle. It was precariously balanced, enough that only the husky keeping perfectly still allowed it to not fall at her paws… giving her the perfect vantage point to see the man leave the whole bag in there with her before bidding his goodbyes, leaving the trunk half-closed like he had found it, and then walking away.

The husky was left with a choice: eating the treat immediately, or eating it later. There was no possible future in which she didn’t devour that thing with as much gusto as she did the first one, because the thought of literally outgrowing her protective gear was too good to pass up on. The only real question is whether or not she wanted to wait until her human was there to see it or just give in to the demand right there and then, a question that was answered when her tongue seemed to act on its own accord and snatched the treat right into her mouth.

Immediately the husky bit down, eagerly chomping down and swallowing it without even taking the time to savour the magically compacted meal. And just as immediately, her body fat increased in response, audibly straining the car’s suspension and forcing the harness to the breaking point in just a few short moments. The straps ripped and tore themselves apart underneath the mounting pressure of the canine’s belly, which swelled with newfound mass so quickly that Cynthia didn’t even notice when she filled up the whole doggy box, effortlessly tearing through it and forcing it to shatter into a dozen pieces once she burst forth from inside!

The husky couldn’t quite believe the whole thing wasn’t just a dream; so many times she had wondered what it would be like to cut loose, to eat until she couldn’t anymore (if such a thing were even possible), and now that she saw what it would be like… she kind of wanted even more of it.

It didn’t register with her that it might be dangerous, or that the car’s trunk had a limited amount of space which she could occupy; no, the one thing in the husky’s mind was how her belly was ballooning so much that she could feel her legs sinking into it even without her trying to move around, her whole body becoming a mound of wobbly, warm fat that radiated so much comfort and warmth that, honestly, she was genuinely disappointed she hadn’t properly pigged out before.

And that was with only two treats! The bag left behind by the stranger held at least a dozen, and all it took was a small nudge with one of her front paws for its contents to spill onto the trunk, letting her collect all of them into a neat pile and then bring them over to her belly, which had officially grown large enough to serve as her table!

Now, it was objectively a terrible idea for her to eat any more; she was already a big fat sausage of a husky, making any more weight seem like less of an alluring prospect and more like playing with fire… but, at the same time, she was a big fat sausage of a husky, and the simple fact that she could barely touch the trunk with her paws while stranded on top of a slorshing gut filled with goodness knows what only made the idea of growing even more sound incredibly attractive. They were right by the vet’s clinic, after all, so they could easily take care of any issues that might crop up, and besides, her human knew exactly how to deal with her when she ate too much… so why care?

Before she knew it, Cynthia had chowed down on a good half of those treats, and by the time that their effects began to take hold over her body, she had finished up with the remaining ones. The husky could only imagine what all of those meals, stacked on top of one another, would even do to her, something that made her tremble all over once she remembered she wouldn’t need to be imagining it for much longer.

It started with a rumble, her whole body grumbling in protest as it struggled to deal with the sudden influx of mass and calories the husky had just gorged on; even for a gluttonous pupper like herself, eating such a massive amount of food (comparatively speaking) was pushing it quite a bit, and so it wasn’t all that surprising when her stomach began to hurt a little. What was surprising was how slowly she began to bulge out in every direction.

After eating that much, Cynthia would’ve expected her body to explode with size, taking out the trunk, the car, maybe even a chunk of the sidewalk while she was at it; instead, the process was just as slow as it had been the first two times, though judging from the immense pressure she was feeling inside of her, Cynthia could only guess that it was going to take much longer to peter out than it did before. Without the harness to worry about, the only thing keeping her contained was the doggy box she was still on, even if it was just a formality at that point; having already burst out of the top, the small fraction left at the bottom was barely enough to contain even the tiniest bit of her belly, making it incredibly easy for her mounting weight to just warp the plastic until it broke in half, making it as irrelevant as any diet could be.

More and more she grew, the treats working their magic while the pressure inside of her continued to climb, letting Cynthia know that this final spurt was not only far from over, it probably hadn’t even begun properly! The back of the car was already touching the ground a couple of minutes later, and if not for most of the seats being pushed down to give her doggy box some room, Cynthia would’ve been having a hard time breathing. As it stood, she had perfect access to the rest of the car, even if her body itself was pushing her back against the roof of it.

With no room to go up or down, the only direction left was sideways; within seconds, Cynthia felt her furred body pressing heavily against the windows, bending the driver’s seat and ultimately ripping it from the car’s structure. All around her she could hear the sounds of metal bending and creaking, while small, crystalline chittering told her the glass panes were beginning to crack as well. Somehow, the husky wasn’t all that concerned about any potential injury; far as she cared, her body was simply too big to be hurt by anything as silly as shards of glass, and when the threshold was crossed with her pudgy self bulging out the broken windows, her predictions came true, with not a single cut or scratch left on her.

Probably had something to do with the glass having been completely pulverized from the pressure she was exerting on it, but best not worry about that.

If anyone were to look from the outside, they’d see quite the peculiar sight, with four mounds of fur coming out of a car that looked to be completely full of… something. What that something was wouldn’t be apparent until it grew big enough to start ripping out parts of the car’s frame, right after bending the metal so much that the top half of the vehicle turned into an overstretched dome… for about five seconds before the whole thing popped off, exposing Cynthia to the world and finally giving her some room to breathe.

A few more minutes and the rest of the car would be dismantled, leaving behind nothing but twisted bits of scrap metal and a wobbling, giant blob of a husky that somehow still managed to keep growing! By that point, the pressure inside of her had quieted down, enough to let Cynthia know she was reaching the end of her fattening journey, but the treats still had enough juice left inside of them to have her climb onto the sidewalk and take up a significant portion of the right lane, forcing incoming cars to make sudden turns just so they wouldn’t crash into husky belly.

As for Cynthia, the canine couldn’t be better; stranded atop a massive pile of flab that used to be just a reasonably chonky belly, she was content with lying there and taking herself in. Not much else she could do, honestly, seeing as her torso accounted for about one percent of her body mass, and her stomach had become so bloated that her legs, even when fully stretched out, couldn’t even reach the point where it began curving down. The husky was adrift on a mountain of her own making, one that grumbled and churned and, oddly enough, seemed to be begging for more!

There was no mistaking it, she wasn’t full. By all means, she should be; the husky had just outgrown the car and was attracting a small crowd of passers-by that wanted to take a look at the dog that was blocking the road, but there was something in her that told her she wasn’t quite done. It wasn’t hunger, no; Cynthia was absolutely satisfied and didn’t feel any need to eat… what she felt was a desire. It was gluttony, pure and simple, and even though she knew it was a terrible decision to make, the husky knew that not eating more was just not possible. Whatever she had to do, even if she needed to beg and whine for hours at a time, she needed more.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, hoping to locate the stranger that had given her those magical treats. Maybe he had stuck around, waiting to see what she would do, maybe even keeping a second bag of treats to give her because she was such a good girl… but no such luck. Plenty of people gawking, but not one had that warm smile, not one promised to make her blimp out even more than she already had.

Her human, meanwhile, stormed out of the clinic the moment he heard his car explode, stopping in his tracks just at the edge of the group of people blocking his way to Cynthia. He had to push his way through, calling out for his dog, trying to see if she was fine. The husky could do nothing but bark weakly, whimpering as the desire to consume more food began to build up. Her human rubbed away at her belly, perhaps trying to convince himself that it was, indeed, real, but this did nothing but make Cynthia’s problem even worse.

Her whole belly growled, making everyone take a step or two backwards; if only she could speak, she would demand the world of them.

But for now, whining for scraps would have to do.