Finally a story with teh shep in it!

Done by the fantastic  Haleyfox! She does great writing so go make sure to check her stuff out. Do it!


But do iiit. She managed to capture a shep's cockiness well and abuse one of his weak spots - his appetite.


Drake is © myself
Haley and story is ©  Haleyfox

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“Yo Haley, can I have another beer?” called a deep voice from the next room.
The short, pudgy vixen stopped cleaning the cup she was holding and glanced toward the doorway from the kitchen to the living room. She rolled her eyes and flicked a strand of red hair out of her emerald eyes as she made her way over to the fridge, pulled out a beer, and went into the next room.
“You know Drake, you keep drinking these things and I’m not gonna have any left for me.”
The comment was directed toward the brown and gold German Sheppard sitting on the couch, four more empty cans spread around his feet. Actually, sitting was the wrong word, Drake was more accurately filling the couch with only a few inches spare on either side. The dog was, in all sense, massive. His cheeks were thick and full, looking like grapefruits stuck on either side of his muzzle, which itself looked slightly shortened. A thick double chin hung just above a large chest that attempted to rival Haley’s impressive set. They rested on an enormous drum that was his gut, which was almost half as wide as he was tall, with thick love handles that nearly touched either side of the couch. His thighs were spread apart to allow that belly to hang comfortably, each one thicker than a normal fur’s torso.
He grinned at her as she walked over and handed him the drink. Popping the top of the can, he took a deep swig and then slapped the side of his gut, watching it shake.
“Ah come on Haley, ya know the reason you buy beer is so I can drink it.” He winked at her.
The vixen shook her head, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly upward. She’d met Drake a few years ago through a mutual friend, unaware at that time of his more gluttonous habits. Overtime they were made apparent to her as the dog grew in size, but despite that she enjoyed his wit and company. She leaned against the side of the couch and grabbed a handful of the dog’s blubber.
“And I suppose all the food at the buffet is there just so only you can eat it as well” she teased. “This is the third time I’ve had to pick you up because you’ve cleared the place out.” Drake chuckled and rubbed the side of his belly.
“Pretty much. And hey, I appreciate the fact that I can always count on ya to help me out when I’m making a pig of myself.” He suppressed a deep belch and went back to drinking his beer, watching the TV half interested.
Haley straightened up and walked around to stand in front of the TV. Drake let out a small whine of annoyance and tried to look around her. The vixen grinned and walked forward so she took up his entire view.
“Well guess what chowhound, I’ve decided that I’m gonna need compensation for all these favours I do for you.” The obese Sheppard’s ears went back slightly on his head. Compensation was usually her word for money and unfortunately he wasn’t exactly rolling in the stuff at the current time. In fact, he’d gotten away with eating at all those buffets because they had special deals where if he ate a certain amount he got it all for free. Scratching the back of his head, Drake looked sheepishly at his vulpine friend.
“Er, compensation?”
The vixen grinned wider. Drake’s ears went back even further; he knew that grin was never usually a good sign. He shuffled nervously on the couch, his sides wobbling slightly.
“Yeah, compensation.” Said Haley. “Costs money to buy food and beer. You eat a lot of my stuff and I have to constantly restock. You know I’ve been trying to redo my room for a while now.”
The dog gave another sheepish smile.
“So I’ve decided that you’re gonna pay me back one way or another.”
“Aww c’mon Haley.” The fat dog whined. “Money’s kinda tight for me right now. Can’t you be kind and let me off this one time.” He flashed her a winning smile. Haley gave him a wry smile back and leaned forward. She rested her paws on his belly, letting them sink slightly into the soft flab. Drake couldn’t help but let his tail wag slightly behind his generous rump.
“Alright then chowhound, I will be kind to you. I know that you can’t afford those buffets except when you do those eating challenges, so that’s what you’re gonna do here. I’ll feed you all the food I’ve got. If you can eat it all, I’ll let you off the hook. If not, you pay up big time.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Drake burst into laughter. His sides jiggled as he pulled the vixen into a squishy side hug.
“Hahaha! Sure thing Vixey! If it gets me out of payin’ ya, I’ll eat every scrap of food you’ve got!”
Haley pulled herself out of the hug and smiled at the Sheppard.
“Well then you better get a big sleep fatso, you’ve got a lot of eating to do tomorrow.”


The next day Drake awoke at the early hour of 11:30, stretched and yawned, then heaved himself into a sitting position. He’d stayed the night at Haley’s, her guest room bed just big enough to fit the enormous dog. He scratched his sides and his muzzle split in a wide grin. Today he was going to have a feast that would secure him of all his debts.
“Heh, that little vixen is in for a show.”
With a bit of effort, Drake managed to haul himself onto his feet. There was no point in putting on a shirt of pants, they would just be restrictions for his gut. Instead he waddled to the door in only a pair of red boxers stretched quite tight across the broad expanse of his backside. It took a little while to squeeze himself through the door, his bulk having swollen bigger thanks to yesterday’s buffet session. Once he’d made it through, with a few cracks in the frame, he waddled heavily down the hall, his thick legs swinging wide. A few sniffs of the air told him that Haley had already begun making the food. Wiping a small trickle of drool from the side of his mouth, Drake went into the living room.
Despite his excitement of eating so much food, the German Sheppard couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping at the enormous amount of food that rested before him. He knew that Haley generally kept a decent stock of food, but this was a little ridiculous. Every surface of the room was covered with food ranging from desserts to large hunks of meat. The scents of each food wafted past the obese dog’s nose. He almost had to slap himself just to keep his eyes focused. Leaning against one of the tables was Haley who was currently finishing off a chocolate covered doughnut. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, one of her lazy day outfits that still managed to show off her curves quite well.
“Morning chowhound. Interesting attire for the day.” She giggled and swallowed her last bit of pastry. “Like the spread?” Drake stared at her for a few moments before the question clicked in his brain.
“U-uh yeah, it um… it looks really, really good.” He took a few more wide steps into the room. In front of him was the couch, which had been moved to allow him access to all the food, ready for a rather large rump to fill it up. The vixen straightened up and went behind Drake, giving him a gentle shove towards the prepared seat.
“Well let’s not waste time. No point in delaying the good stuff!”
Drake seated himself in the couch, his rump cheeks immediately taking up almost all the space. It creaked loudly as his weight fully sank onto the frame and Drake felt a small flare of satisfaction. His gut rumbled audibly which caused Haley to grin.
“Seems you’re eager to get started. Go ahead fatass.”
There was no need for any plates or cutlery, Drake simply grabbed a pawful of what he wanted and crammed it into his muzzle. He began with a large lamb roast, gripping it tightly in his paws and biting off large chunks. Within seconds it was devoured and he’d already grabbed another piece of meat. He began to get himself into the steady rhythm that he usually got into when he went to the buffet. Each mouthful was packed with flavour, he steadily began to make a dent in the massive pile of food.
About ten minutes into the feeding, Drake began to notice something odd. It was getting a little harder for him to reach past his gut to grab the food. He placed a paw on his barrel-like belly, wondering if he’d somehow managed to pack on a substantial amount of weight very quickly from the food. Suddenly his stomach growled loudly, demanding that he return himself to the task at hand. Drake shrugged and resumed eating, his bulk slowly swelling. As he moved further through the food, his sides began to bulge outward even further, like someone had put a hose in his mouth and set it to full blast. His widened flanks forced his arms toward a 45 degree angle and began to graze the sides of the couch. His belly pushed against the table in front of him, sliding it away slightly and making it even harder for him to grasp his delicious meal. His thighs thickened, forcing the burgeoning canine to spread his legs wider to accommodate his belly. The double chin he possessed was also growing, pushing against the swell of his moobs as they too grew steadily plumper. His eyes began to squint slightly as his chipmunk like cheeks ballooned outward. Underneath his monumental rump cheeks, the couch let out a loud warning groan.
The growth got to such a point that all of a sudden the obese dog found himself unable to reach his meal. The vast swell of his mid-section was too wide for his over-inflated arms to reach. The overfed canine’s meaty paws groped for the food, a low whine escaping from his thick neck.
“Aww what’s the matter pooch?” The vixen teased.
“Can’t… reach…” he grunted, his voice lower from the excess poundage. His love handles wobbled and bounced as he tried with all his might to grab another treat. Haley smiled and picked up a large éclair.
“Well then, I guess I better help you out.”
And the feast resumed again, but this time all Drake had to do was sit back and let the food come to him. Haley’s feeding pace was quick and as a result, so was Drake’s growth. His love handles spilled over the edges of the couch, forcing his arms into a horizontal positon, his sausage-like fingers wiggling. His head sunk into his neck and was swallowed by his cheeks as they thickened making it hard for him to speak. With a loud CRACK, the couch broke beneath his ungodly weight, which allowed his ass to spread freely over the ground. The red underpants were skin tight around his rear and thighs, already beginning to tear along the seams as they thickened to the size of a boulder and tree trunks respectively. Between the wide spread of his legs, Drake’s gut grew steadily taller and fatter. It was safe to assume by this point that he had in fact become wider than he was tall. The food had been decimated to the point that only about a tenth of it remained. The rest was stuffed inside the absolute butterball of a dog, who groaned slightly at the amount of food he had eaten in a relatively short amount of time. He was almost there and yet he was also beginning to fear that he might be reaching his limit.
“Looks like someone’s getting a little… full.” Haley mused as she waved a handful of bacon in front of his muzzle. Drake hiccupped and his entire body jiggled. His foot paws twitched in pleasure, it felt like an amazing massage.
“You *urp* wish Vixey. I’ve got room in ma’ belly for another t- *hic* ten courses at least.” And with that he snapped up the handful of bacon. The next few minutes passed quickly as Drake shoved every last morsel into his gut. And when the last doughnut has passed his lips, he leaned back and belched deeply in satisfaction.
He was, to put it simply, Fat. He peered out past his cheeks that almost completely obscured his eyes. All he could see from the front was the massive canyon that was his chest resting on the goliath beast that was his mountain of a belly. It swelled out far in front of him, and he bet that if he was laying down on his back it would be close to the ceiling. His barrel-sized arms rested on his bulging love handles, paws gripping and rubbing at as much blubber as they could reach. Behind him his rump burgeoned several feet, covered barely by the woefully tight boxers, making the perfect seat as it pressed against the wall. Although they were spread quite wide, his tree-trunk thighs were damn near engulfed by his gut. A deep, satisfied growl radiated from the beast as he reveled in just how obese he had made himself.
A pressure on his belly told him that Haley was climbing onto it. As soon as the vixen crested the hill of his gut, she slid down and nestled herself in the ridge between his belly and moobs. With effort, Drake gave her a wide grin.
“*hic* Well guess who *burp* just got out of paying you *hrrk* any compensation”
She smiled back at him and leaned further into the soft mass that was his gut.
“Certainly not you fatso.” She quipped, giving his belly a firm slap which caused it to ripple languidly. Confused, the German Sheppard stared at her speechless for a few seconds., his belly groaning.
“Ooof… B-but *hic* I ate all the *hic* food *Hooouuuurrp!* The sudden loud belch took him off guard. Haley laughed and rubbed the large expanse in wide arcs.
“You sure did fat boy and because of that I’ve got a new bed. Like I said yesterday, I’ve been trying to redo my room and one of the new things I’ve been wanting is a bed. I wasn’t able to afford one cause of all your food costs, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I’ve finally got my compensation.”
She flopped forward to rest on his chest, her face a few inches from his, a wide grin across her muzzle. In spite of himself, Drake couldn’t help but smile back at her. She was a cunning vixen to say the least. Soon he found himself laughing, a deep belly laugh that vibrated his entire body, making it jiggle and slosh.
“You’re a clever gal Haley, I’ll give ya *urp* that.”
“Why thank you Drake. What do you say we take a long nap?”
They grinned at each other and Haley got herself comfortable on her new bed. Drake wiggled his rump so it rested more comfortably on the ground, after all, the bed should be as relaxed as the occupant right? For a few moments it was quiet as they slowly drifted into the world of dreams… until a loud growl suddenly interrupted the serenity.
“Uh Haley… got any more food?”