Boy, I haven't posted in a while! So Georgette from Oliver and Company is perfect in every way. So more mass=more perfect, right?

Just a silly WG story with the lovely Georgette. Hope you like!

“WHITE IS THE NEW WHITE.”
“Pass.”
“BRIGHT WHITES IN SIGHT.”
“Next, s’il vous plait.”
“TRY WHITES.”
“Ugh…is there a pulse in the world of fashion anymore…?”
Georgette, the glamorous show-winning poodle, had been leafing through her many recent issues of the most popular in dog fashion magazines. After more than a few headlines of how “white is in”, she had already become sick and tired of reading about it.
“If I go out wearing my white scarf and hat,” she began complaining, “I’m going to become one with the snowstorm of whites on the street! Whoever said every snowflake is unique obviously had no taste in clothing.”
Brushing all of her magazines aside, she walked out onto her balcony and leaned on the railing forlornly, looking on the New York City streets at the snowstorm she had been admonishing earlier. Every dog in the city had been wearing a white collar, white leash, white sweaters, white hats, even a white leash.
As a self-proclaimed perfectionist when it came to self-presentation, Georgette always made sure to keep up with the latest dog fashion so that she could keep turning heads wherever she went. But yet, there were those periods when the dog fashion industry simply didn’t appeal to her refined tastes, especially when it seemed so plain and forced to her.
“If this keeps up, I’m going to drown in a very bland and milky sea. What to do about these silly little fashion statements drenched in bleach…?”
Georgette thought about it for a minute, and when it came to her, she was angry that she hadn’t thought of it sooner.
“Why,” Georgette began, “I’m the prettiest prize-winning poodle this side of the Big Apple! I don’t follow trends, I set them! And by golly, I’m gonna show off my own fashion statement and add a little color to this blank canvas!”
Georgette then prepped herself with make-up and perfume to go outside on a determined investigation to find any at all inspiration that could get rid of the white doggy clothes in the city.
She managed to wade through the aforementioned bland sea of white, searching high and low for a vision that would strike her and spark her eye for fashion. Georgette searched for what seemed like hours without finding a single thing to work with.
“This is hopeless,” she groaned. “All I’m seeing is those darned whites and a whole lot of nothing. I might as well wrap up this silly goose chase and try again tomorrow.”
Just as she was about to turn back, a female golden retriever passed by on her leash with a trail of male dogs padding behind her. The owner of the retriever tried to shoo them away to no avail, and simply let the males follow so long as they didn’t bother the retriever. Georgette wondered what about this golden retriever was grabbing their attention, so she made her way past the long trail of dogs to get to her. When she got there, she was shocked at what she saw.
The golden retriever was one of the fattest dogs she had ever seen. Her shiny coat and fashionable collar were draped over a large, verging on obese dog. Her belly practically swung as she pranced and even made small contact her legs. Compared to the retriever, Georgette was a stick. Yet the male dogs each couldn’t take their lovestruck eyes off of her as they walked away. It then finally clicked with Georgette.
“That’s it,” she declared. “That’s the next big thing! Being big! Big is beautiful. Big is warm and inviting! Big is more to love! That’s what I’ve been looking for! I’ve gotta get big!”

After two weeks of endless whimpering and begging that could have won her an Academy award, Georgette had stocked up on enough dog food to feed 50 full grown Dobermans 20 times over. And it was all for her. She marveled at the hills upon hills of cans that filled her room and had lost herself in a daydream of those cans filling her.
She locked herself in her room with the cans and several dog servants panting and eager to fulfill the beautiful poodles every need. Among these servants was Ignacio Alonzo Julio Federico de Tito, a Chihuahua who was madly in love with Georgette. She was only too happy to return the sentiment, especially when he agreed to be here to assist her.
With an impressed whistle, Tito exclaimed, “That sure is a lotta cans you got lying around, Georgette.”
“Isn’t it? It took me ages to get them all into my room.”
“So what’s the feast for, huh? What’re we celebrating?”
“Why, my revolutionizing of the fashion industry, of course!” Georgette began fashioning bowties on the dogs to liken them more to waiters, but left Tito as is.
“Sounds good to me! I can’t wait to go to town on all this food!”
“You? Go to town?” Georgette tsked and patted Tito on the head. “You won’t be going anywhere near this food unless it’s to feed it to me, darling.”
“Huh?” Tito tried to process what she meant as he stared at all of the cans in her room. “Wait…you’re going to eat all of this!?!?”
“You got it, buster! Why do you think I demanded all of these gentlemen to be well-fed for the job? I can’t have them slobbering and guzzling down all of my dog food!”
“B-b-b-b-but, there’s no way you can eat all of this without getting—”
“Fat?” Georgette interrupted. She gave a small chuckle before saying, “That’s precisely why I’ll be eating all of this!”
If Tito wasn’t confused before, he certainly was now. He looked at all of Georgette’s pictures, in which she was as slender as a curtain. It was a feature that she constantly flaunted for the male dogs around the city.
“I really don’t get this. Why would you wanna be fat?”
“I told you, Tito dear. I’m revolutionizing the fashion industry. The same old paper-thin models wearing garish gowns and blasé blouses and clunky collars has gotten dreadfully boring. I’m simply giving the world of fashion a sorely needed wake-up call!”
“But…why fat, though?”
“Because if our body’s nothing to be ashamed of, why not show it off? And if you’re showing it off, you should give people as much to appreciate as possible! I’m going to show the world that Georgette the poodle can make anything look good, even a big belly.”
“You’re gonna get a lot more than a big belly if you go through with this,” Tito muttered.
Having missed Tito’s comment, Georgette rested herself on her bed and cushions, all of which she had enlarged to accommodate the new figure she hoped to attain. She made herself comfortable and looked very alluring, a detail that caught Tito’s eye very quickly. He absolutely adored the way she posed on her cushions, as if he were inviting him to join her. He suddenly remembered her request and found himself much more complacent with it, even if he didn’t fully understand it.
“I really don’t know what you’re getting at with this whole thing, but if it’s gonna make you happy, I’m all for it!”
“Oh, I’d only be the happiest after this!”
The servants had several cans prepared in several bowls and lined them up one by one at the foot of Georgette’s bed. She leaned over the edge and stared at the first bowl lustily as she envisioned her new figure and the trends it would set throughout the dog fashion industry.
“Let my feast begin!” Georgette declared as a chorus of howls followed.
Georgette began with her first bowl, daintily chewing two or three bits of food at a time and swallowing thoroughly before taking another bite. It took her 10 minutes to get through the first one. As she finished, a servant pushed another bowl forward for her to eat. She gave a polite burp with her mouth closed and a soft groan before she began on the next one. Meanwhile, the rest of the servants were filling empty bowls to keep the line of food as constant as possible. As Tito filled one, he looked over to Georgette, observing her polite manner of eating. He furrowed his brow, yet continued to fill the next bowl.
After about a half-hour of feeding, Georgette had gotten only two-and-a-half bowls finished. She dropped the politeness as she let out an open-mouthed belch and licked her lips of any food residue still dabbing her mouth.
“Oooooooh,” she droned, having fallen on her back. “I feel stuffed already! Let’s see how much progress we’ve made!”
Georgette looked down, expecting to see a nice round belly. What she actually saw was a slight curve from her midsection. Her stomach had certainly filled and she definitely got bigger, but it was quite like putting a pillow case over a pillow and calling it thicker than it was before.
“Well, that’s not very impressive, is it?” Georgette asked Tito.
Tito simply shook his head, having almost not heard her question as he was lost in thought.
“But I don’t think I could eat another bite…!”
Tito’s ears pricked at that comment.
Georgette buried herself in her pillows and started to doze off, albeit disappointed.
“We’ll have to continue in the morning. I’m simply too full to continue! Who knew that gaining weight was such hard work?”
“Wait one second, Georgette!” Tito jumped into the cushions with her to wake her up.
“Yes, Tito?”
“You’re going about this ‘getting fat’ thing all wrong! I have an idea that’ll get you big in no time!”
“That’d be awfully nice of you, but I told you; I’m fu—”
Completely ignoring Georgette, Tito unlocked her door and ran out of her room. Georgette gave a questioning whimper as she waited for him to return. When he did, he had a large pot in his jaw so clean that Georgette could admire her reflection on its surface.
“And what’s this for, Tito dear?”
“Puttin’ some meat on your bones, like I said! Help me out, guys!”
She stared inquisitively at the pot and became even more curious when Tito and the rest of the dogs started pouring several cans of dog food into the pot, nearly filling it to the very top.
“What exactly are you doing with all of my food?”
“This,” Tito said with a smirk.
Before Georgette could get another word in, Tito brought the edge of the pot to her lips and slowly started pouring the contents in her mouth.
“Mmph!” Georgette’s cries were muffled as the dog food traveled in down her throat in a fluid, constant motion.
“Eating by yourself isn’t getting us anywhere! At this rate, we’d be here forever waiting for you to gain weight! This way, we can go through it much faster!”
She tried kicking the pot away, but found it difficult as the bigger dogs kept it steady. She began whimpering through the food and tears nearly found their way out of her eyes, when suddenly she noticed something different.
Georgette suddenly felt her belly filling even more, which she didn’t even think possible considering how full it had gotten already. Not only that, but it was at a much faster rate than she had with eating on her own. Slowly, she began resisting less and started eating more. Her belly felt like a balloon being filled with water as it got bigger. Soon enough, the entire pot was emptied into the poodle. When the dogs took the pot away from her, they saw Georgette panting with a big grin on her face.
“Now that’s more like it,” Tito exclaimed.
Georgette looked up to see the results, and yelped in surprise to see that her belly obscured a bit of her vision. It had become a flabby hill of fat that almost forced her hind legs apart. She poked it and found it as soft as a pillow.
“Oof,” she exclaimed when Tito began nuzzling her belly, squishing himself into it and giving Georgette a little tickle.
“This is what it means to gain weight, Georgette! How do you feel?”
“I…I feel wonderful, Tito! This is more weight than I could have imagined! I must look fabulous; I simply must look at myself in the mirror!”
Georgette tried to get up, finding some difficulty thanks to her new weight. Tito, however, had different plans when he placed a paw on her belly and gently pushed her down.
“Tito?”
“We’ve only just gotten started, sweet stuff! You’ve got all these cans, after all. There’s a lotta work to do if we’re gonna stuff you full of it.”
Georgette’s mouth slowly curled into a smile as she gazed into the excitement within Tito’s eyes.
“You’re quite right, dear. And you know, I suddenly feel much less full than I was earlier. In fact, I’m simply famished!”
“Then we need to get you fed, and fast!”
Tito rolled back onto the ground, getting out of the way of the dogs who had already refilled the pot. They placed it back at her mouth. Georgette took a long sniff before she started eating again.

“BIG IS BEAUTIFUL”
“COLOSSAL COLLIES”
“SIMPLY FLAB-ULOUS”
Tito nodded approvingly at the headlines of the dog fashion magazines in Georgette’s living room. Every title seemed to worship the new trend of fat dogs. While he knew he had a small part in starting it, Tito knew that the credit really went to…
“Tito, dear~! Come upstairs, won’t you? I’m ever so lonely.”
“Coming, sweet stuff!”
Tito practically pranced his way upstairs and through a little doggy door made just for him that led into Georgette’s room. He looked around and saw Georgette’s usual room, and in the center, a large tall cushiony bed.
“Georgette, where are you?” Tito called in a playful voice. “All I can see is big, comfy looking bed in the center of your room!”
“Oh, haw-haw. Very funny.”
The bed beneath the large cushion began rotating, revealing it to be Georgette herself, albeit far fatter and wider than she had ever been before. Her belly towered far over her own head. Her front legs had thick flab hanging off of them and were rested under her chin in an alluring manner. Her hind legs were equally as thick, yet practically absorbed by her gigantic rump. As the bed stopped rotating, Georgette’s entire body jostled and jiggled like jello. She simply stared lustily at Tito, who stared back with hearts in his eyes.
“I need some help rolling on to my back. I need to make a nice, comfy bed for my Tito, after all!”
“Say no more, Georgette!”
Tito ran over to Georgette’s side and pressed his head into Georgette’s flabby side. After shortly enjoying being crushed in all of Georgette’s fat glory, he began heaving her as hard as he could until she finally rolled onto her belly, which bounced and jiggled as she landed. Tito climbed up on top of her and snuggled with her belly, enticing tickles from her. He then started bouncing on top of her as if she were a trampoline. She waved her useless legs happily as each jump made her entire body shudder with a rippling effect throughout her pliable fat.
When he was done, Tito traversed up her belly and beside her head.
“How are we, my colossal queen? My flabby flower? My piggy poodle?”
“Wonderful now that you’re here with me.”
The two of them shared a passionate kiss before Tito went behind her and pushed her back onto her belly. He got a view of her gigantic butt and nuzzled it lovingly, sinking into one soft cheek.
“Enjoying the rear view, I see?”
“You know it, sweet stuff!”
“Well, as much as I’d love to let you take in as much of it as you like, I need you where my eyes are if I want to enjoy your company.”
Tito gave her butt a deep kiss, squishing his face in it before he went back to Georgette’s front.
“I take it you want me for a blanket tonight?” Georgette asked playfully.
“I may change my mind later, but yes. I would.”
Tito wedged himself under Georgette, having her entire body weighing down on her. He gave a blissful sigh as Georgette licked his cheek and wiggled her belly.
“Now this is what I call a belly massage,” Tito exclaimed as he shifted under Georgette’s weight. “I’m gonna have way too much fun playing around with my fat poodle ball.”
“Oh I’d love to play, dear. On one condition.”
“Anything, my big bellied beauty.”
“You and I eat dinner first!”