(Something a little bit different)

You are such a good dog! Look at all this food that’s been left for you, you should have some more for being such a good pup. Let’s just fill your bowl up until its overflowing, a good pup is a growing pup after all, and you are such a good doggy, aren’t you?

Just put your face in there and eat it all up, no need to use hands for this, you can manage just fine eating without them. Don’t worry about silly things about getting messy, just dig in and eat until your tum is nice and full!

Let your inner mutt out and chow down, letting gluttony take over you as you chomp greedily at meal after meal, food prepared and delivered to your rapidly emptying bowl, the morsels quickly devoured by your waiting hungry maw that slurps and schlorps down a endless buffet of food.

Flecks of spittle and food crumbs batter you and your surroundings as you go to town, savoring every last bite by passing as much between your open panting lips as fast as possible and coming back for more like you had not eaten in hours or even days.

A look in your eyes that portrays vacancy, releasing all civilized behavior from your once normal body and becoming the true fat hungry blob of a hog. Your body thickening with every bite, chew and swallow, growing wider and wider, bloating up with more and more calories that expand your body deeply into morbid obesity.

You feel an all-encompassing joy, a warmth that flows through your body, from your ankles to the back of your neck. A jumping, conductive massage all along your skin and your insides that feels like static or the patter of a light rain, surrounding you, reminding you that you are exactly where you should be, and that you are content with just letting go.

You feel no pull more strongly than the one that pulls your face to food like a leashed collar on a dog. Your neck bulging with audible gulps of more and more calorie rich food as you mentally bring yourself deeper and deeper into acceptance and even excitement for your important role as a ever growing pup. Never to worry about anything else but the food in front of you, the chewing and swallowing you do relentlessly. The steady growth of your fat body expanding with the soft flesh that encases you within it, the love and adoration your growing body receives from those around you keeps you pampered at all times with well-earned belly rubs and gentle caresses of full body massages.

Everyone that sees you feels a deep compulsion within themselves to, just like any other dog, pet you all along your body, in great long strokes or short abrupt pats, exploring your body with curiosity for all of its new features and appreciation for all of them, growing more enamored as you grow bigger. They lose themselves in petting you, time passing by as they are locked in a trance watching you eat and grow bigger beneath their hands, feeding you to watch you eat.

Much like with all the other dogs they will examine you closely to watch your reaction, petting different areas to see what brings a content smile or excited panting, finding what treats you eat with gusto, greedily downing everything offered and licking their hand for more. Being rewarded with more and more of your favorite treats and meats to see you get happy and excited waiting to chow down on more, teasing you with their offerings before finally giving it over to your display of gluttonous hunger and enthused chewing.


You can’t do any real tricks, the only thing that people can get you to do with your obese body ringed with fat rolls is to snap treats out of the air with a chomp and swallow that earns you praise, some intense belly rubs and more treats as a reward. No, you don’t do much moving around now, you and your flabby, billowing thighs and rear do is sit or lay around and wait for dinner time, though the time between meals is often rather short, you usually finish your after gorge nap to be perked up by your next belly filling feast.

Your always full belly remains at attention protruding out before you like a globular mass of blubber that churns and strains, tight with your constant feasting, all the more sensitive to the gentle hands against your abdomen that leave you panting and racked with pleasure, excited and pushing yourself into the delightful relieving digits.

There might have once been a person behind the rotund and lethargic puppy that you now are, but that is long behind you now, so far gone it was like they were never there, your existence as an always hungry chow-hound a dominating personality on anything else there. It feels so right as you dig in to every meal more excited to grow larger and be such a good growing dog, there isn’t anywhere else you want to go to make you want to get up, or anything else you would want to do but eat and have your body adored.

You’ll keep eating because in life this is what brings you the most joy, the fulfillment you had always been looking for, fulfilling your purpose as an obese gluttonous blob and fulfilling your dream of getting bigger, softer, wider and hungrier, being able to eat all of your delicious favorite snacks, and getting all the love for your weight gain through the admiration of your lard laden features.

You’re a good dog, a big expanding doggy with all the room in the world to grow bigger, to get fatter, to become the massively obese hound you’ve dreamed of, to let your days be thick with gluttony, and to let your belly grow thicker with blubber, with an appetite of the hungriest good dog ever.