Wanted to write a little force-feeding scene for practice, and used my caribou Brett as the "lucky" star!

Noah and Nathan decide their slim roommate Brett would benefit from some heft, whether he wants it or not...

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A Bigger Bou
By: IndigoRho

Brett knew he was in trouble the moment his two roommates squeezed onto the couch with him, pinning the white-and-brown caribou in between their blubbery forms. The arctic fox twins—Noah and Nathan—were easily twice as heavy as Brett, who barely weighed a hundred and fifty pounds.

“We're holding an intervention, Brett,” said the fox on the caribou's left, Noah.

“W-what for?” Brett asked, realizing he didn't have much space to wiggle free.

On his right, Nathan leaned in, grinning. “For your waistline of course! You're practically wasting away, and we'd be terrible roommates if we let you starve.”

“Mhm,” Noah jumped back in. “You're all hide and bones Brett!”

As a basketball player Brett was rather fond of his lean figure, though his gluttonous buddies obviously preferred heft. “I-I'm fine, guys, wouldn't want to take food from ya after all, hehe.”

“Nonsense, you need the weight far more than we do!” Nathan said and gave Brett's flat middle a poke. “Don't you want to be more like us?”

“Well honestly not—mmmmmmphh!” Brett's protest was silenced by a large slice of pizza being crammed into his mouth, the caribou given no option but to chew and swallow it all.

While Nathan had distracted Brett, Noah had opened up a box of pizza—one of a dozen towering on the coffee table nearby. He didn't give his smaller roommate a chance to complain, instead shoving another slice into his mouth, then another, and another. Brett began to squirm on the couch as he was force-fed pizza by his overzealous roommates, who were more than capable of keeping him pinned down. His middle rounded out slightly as the first box was wiped out, and when he was done he groaned and belched, not used to eating such a ridiculous amount in one sitting.

“Off to a good start, but why don't we wash that down with something refreshing and fattening!” Nathan chuckled, pulling out a two liter of soda and pressing its nozzle to Brett's lips.

Brett was still recovering from the pizza when the soda gushed down his throat, the caribou unable to pull away. His middle swelled further from the influx of soda, putting a strain on his already slim-fitting shirt. After the empty bottle was inevitably tossed aside the twins took turns poking and prodding their roommate's belly, shaking their heads in exaggerated dismay. He made a few token attempts to escape but the combination of the foxes and the stuffing made that impossible.

“Alright Brett, you'll be just as fat as us in no time at the rate we're going!” Noah gleefully declared.

“Wait—uoorrrrrrrrrrp!” Brett's plea fell on deaf ears.

Noah opened the second box of pizza and went to work once more, happily stuffing his helpless roommate. Every few slices Nathan would swoop in with soda to wash everything down, never stopping until the bottle was drained. Their steady pace ensured that Brett's gut was constantly growing, rising up from under his shirt for all to see. He was able to catch glimpses of his progress on occasion, stunned by how large he was getting—and by the sheer amount of food still left on the table.

If he struggled he was teased relentlessly, his taut middle rubbed and jostled as the twins mused on how much their roommate would way the next morning. Brett was well beyond full before he was even halfway finished with the “intervention”, but thankfully his hide stretched dutifully no matter how much was crammed into his stomach. The rounder Brett got the further his chances of staying fit and slim became. Soon all the caribou could hope for was that the twins ran out of food.

When Brett's belly was larger than a beach ball Noah and Nathan gave it an extra dose of pampering and attention, rubbing its surface until Brett blushed and moaned. He was in a borderline daze, too stuffed to think straight let alone fight back. Still he wasn't big enough yet. Slice after slice after slice entered Brett's mouth, the caribou chewing on instinct, mechanically. As his gut covered his lap the twins slid off the couch to give him more room to expand, which only made teasing easier.

Empty pizza boxes and soda bottles were piling up, until finally the feast was reduced to nothing. Brett's body was limp, his head nodding as he groaned incoherently, eyes barely open. His belly had ended up massive, nearly two feet in diameter and taut as a drum. Noah and Nathan looked upon their roommate with complete satisfaction.

“Now that's a healthy size!” Noah said, poking Brett's gut till he let out a sloppy burp. “You're guaranteed to at least end up plump after all this, and then we can hold further feedings until you're as wide as we are!”

“Honestly maybe he should be even wider.” Nathan laughed. “Been a while since we haven't been the fat roommates.”

Brett only gave a pitiful moan in response.

“Well Brett you've got a lot of food to sleep off and a lot of weight to gain, so we'll let ya rest for now.” Noah buried his face in Brett's gut for a moment.

“Yep, try not to burn any precious calories, dude,” Nathan said as he squeezed his roommate's belly. “I can't wait to see how doughy you are in the morning!”

The twins waddled off, snickering and congratulating each other before they turned off the lights, leaving Brett to his fat fate...