To say it was love at first sight for a pair of sighthounds might be a cliche, but when Sarah first laid eyes on the tall, handsome wolfhound with a modest paunch, and the fashion sense to make his larger figure stand out as all the more handsome in her Irish literature studies class , Sarah knew she had to get to know him.
Conall was his name; a bookish, shy sweetheart who rarely left his dormitory, or the library. Fortunately, after pairing up with him one class presentation, Sarah discovered just how quickly the mention of a good meal perked the wolfhound's ears up. Inviting him to her off-campus apartment, the saluki plied him with homemade treats, making sure there was more under Conall's belt than just another long study session to prepare for their midterm presentation. Indeed, getting him a bit too good and full to just slip back out the door seemed to be just the ticket to coaxing him to stay around to relax and digest, and give Sarah time to cuddle up alongside the wolfhound to enjoy a classic movie she'd rented from the library.
In spring, when the stress and strain of final exams threatened to dash Conall's sweet, gentle demeanor into a bristling fury of bared teeth and raised hackles, Sarah surprised him one night, by spending most of the money she'd saved up as a tutor to treat him to a true romantic dinner downtown. Appetizers, plus the main course, and dessert, there was more than enough for both of them, but Sarah delighted in watching the wolfhound enjoy it all so well, he had to loosen his belt a couple notches by the end of the meal. Back at her place, as she stroked and rubbed his replete middle into blissful contentment, she promised Conall that if he aced his finals, she'd treat him to meals this wonderful every single weekend.
Two years since they'd first met, and Sarah still couldn't believe how big Conall had grown, and her love for him along with. On a crisp, late October afternoon, after they were done with the day's courses, the saluki strolled arm in arm with her big, handsome beau, giggling when he'd shown up in the cardigan that she'd given him just last Christmas, and goodness, it barely contained all of him, now. Such a wonderfully round and prominent stomach that led the way everywhere he walked. Gently tugging his arm, she guided him towards her target; the park had just opened a brand new biergarten with plenty of tempting selections for students wanting to relax outdoors, on the grass, beside the park's softball field.
Sarah watched in private glee as the wolfhound ordered two bratwursts, along with a sixteen ounce 'Bavarian Beast' pretzel, big enough to fill the plate it was served on. And to wash it down, a full liter stein of Dunkelweizen. As for Sarah, she contented herself with a modest frankfurter and a mimosa, nibbling as she watched him dig in with relish. Just watching him eat... there was something about it that made her feel so comforted, and comfortable at the same time, it was almost an impossible feeling for her to describe. His great, woolly-furred stomach swelled rounder as every bite was washed down with another drink from that stein, trading the rich, dark, leather-brown liquid for creamy foam sliding down the sides. Pausing mid-pretzel, he gave a soft grunt of discomfort, the bench creaking beneath his backside, as Sarah cast a worried glance into his own brown eyes.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his throat as he merely reached down to loosen the bottom two buttons of his cardigan, letting the equator of that round, woolly globe settle out unhindered.
"You know, if you're not going to finish yours... I always could, before it gets cold." Conall grinned, giving a nod down to her plate.
"Oh...? Oh! Yes... I was just..." Admiring the view, she thought to herself with an embarrassed blush, noting she'd taken perhaps only two bites from her hot dog the whole time. Stuffing a bite into her muzzle to cut off her reply, Sarah felt a warm flush come over her at that casual mention of how grand his appetite could be.
With a contented sigh, Conall hefted himself up, belly rolling against the edge of the picnic table, bringing it to eye level with her as he rose. The plush, warm weight and texture of alpaca wool straining so firm and round against his middle brought to mind all at once a galleon, something so impossibly big and grand in scale, moving with a stately, proud, effortless majesty that bore its mass in glory, his sweater stretched to bulging like sails billowing out against a fair wind... when she rose, Sarah felt that flush overwhelm her, stumbling, only to find Conall's arm around her, steadying her against the side of his belly.
"Really, Sarah? I can't even treat you to one mimosa without you getting all tipsy on me?" With a shy grin, Sarah looked up at the huge, handsome wolfhound as he gave her a playful wink, and a warm hint of a hug right up against that round, soft side. The aroma of that weizen on his whiskers, and the weight and warmth and slightly yielding softness of his full belly drew her paw down to trace down where it swelled below the bottom of that cardigan, stroking covetously. Banana bread and caramel, toffee and clove... the warmth and aroma as he leaned his muzzle in to meet her forehead with a kiss sent a glow welling inside her that the comfort and weight of his body held like the warmest, plushest blanket.
No, Sarah decided, it most certainly wasn't the mimosa making her feel this way.

Thanks very much to  chubby-shark for both helping to inspire this with one of their sketches, and for drawing them for me!
Enjoy it on their page as well! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24311030/