(Featuring  pupthespis and a short story below written by  mairari !!)
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If you're going to rob a store, it's important to see if you can fit through the front door first. Thespis did not. The moment he waddled his oversized belly through, it got stuck in the doorframe. The shopkeeper was busy reading a novel and didn't notice at first, meaning that the very wide corgi was left trying to squeeze his fat ass into the store on his own.

Both love handles had gotten themselves wedged in the frame and made his black hoodie ride all the way up. He struggled weakly trying to get through, but his very fat, very soft body wasn't meant for much exercise. He wriggled back and forth, sweat beading on his brow and exposing more and more of his tan-and-cream belly and butt. It was only when the pressure accidentally released a loud BWWRRRRRROUP did the cashier look up in dismay at Thespis trying to make his way in.

He was a foot taller than the corgi and weighed about a fifth as much, but with his help, they managed to unwedge the tubby little dog and get him inside. He all but collapsed against the shopkeeper as he tried to catch his breath. "Th..thanks.."

Most of Thespis' belly was visible at this point. He tried to tug it back down over his belly, but there was still a good few inches of wobbly puppy tum peekign out. The shopkeeper patted the dog on the back. "It's okay, Thes.. sir. How can I help you?"

The corgi came in for ice cream nearly every day. Everyone in the store knew him. He was impossible to miss - the ice-cream guzzling, belly sloshing, fat little mascot of their shop. But once in a while he'd spend too much on food, and cravings would kick in. With no other option, he'd don on a very scary black beanie and mask and try to rob the store.

He was such a good customer that they let him. If the pup had asked for a tub of ice cream, they would have given it to him for free. But he had decided that stealing it was his own choice, and they had to play along with his little charade. Or poor little Thes would get too embarrassed at having been caught and waddle off empty-handed, and that was almost too sad to cope with. Of course they humored him.

"Gimme.. huff ..gimme.." Thes fumbled briefly under his shirt, trying to make whatever was in his fat paw look like a weapon. He was so pathetically out of breath, the shopkeeper couldn't help himself but help the pup a bit.

"Here.. put your tummy on the counter, that'll make it easier. Do you need a hand?"

Before Thes knew what was happening, the shopkeeper's warm paws were hefting up his very heavy belly up onto the counter. It was soft enough to spill over both of his paws, and the cashier couldn't help but give it a teasing little wobble as he did so. Flab wobbled outward from his paws, making Thes's hoodie ride up a little more. "There, isn't that a little more comfy?"

The corgi's face turned red. "It was getting a little heavy."

"Well, that's a big belly you've grown, of course it's heavy. I can see where all of this ice cream has gone, and most of it is right here." He wobbled Thes's belly a little more playfully, before catching himself and stammering, "I mean, or whatever food you like to eat. Since you’re - ah - a stranger I have never seen before."

Thes bit back a whimper: having his tummy rubbed was one of the things that really made him melt, turned him into a puddle of puppy that wanted nothing more than to lay there and enjoy it. But the rumbling in his belly demanding ice cream, and he was in the middle of a robbery after all. As much as he wanted more tummy rubs, his gurgling belly demanded satisfaction.

He held a banana out as far as his arm would rise and got down to business. "This is a *huff* robbery! S.. *huff* ..surrender all your ice crea-urrRRRRRRRrrrrp-m."

Getting into the store had winded him, having his belly rubbed had thrown him off. The shopkeeper couldn't help but tease the fat little corgi a little bit. "Sorry.. I think you burped a little there? What'd you say?"

He leaned forward, sinking his paws into the corgi's doughy belly right as he tried to speak, forcing another burp out of his hungry stomach. "The ice cr-urrrrrRRRRRRRrrrup-eam!"

"Sorry, one more time?"

Not being able to hold back his burps was more than a little embarrassing. "The ice cream!! Surrender your *whine* ice cream!"

"Oh, right, of course. And the banana? What's that for?"

The startled corgi looked down at his paw, and immediately tried to shove it under his very, very tight hoodie. This made his shirt ride up even higher, exposing his entire belly to the world as he pushed what was clearly a banana underneath the fabric. "It's not a banana, it's a gun!"

It took every bit of willpower he had to not start giggling. He just wanted to knock the fat pup to his butt and stuff him full of ice cream first hand; once and for all make him the permanent shop pet. He was getting so wide, so slow, that it wasn't going to be long at all before that finally happened. A massive tub of ice-cream loving puppy filling his very own loveseat and eating ice cream all day.

Soon enough. "Oh, of course. Lemme get that ice cream for you."

He came back with two large five-gallon tubs of ice cream and placed them on the counter. "Salted caramel and rocky road okay?"

"Mm, yes! Gimme! Surrender them!"

"Sure thing.. would you like me to help you out to your car? Or are you just going to eat them here? We have a comfy little sofa over there and.."

Thes looked longingly over toward the corner: where he always sat down and ate his ice cream when he had the money to purchase it. It looked incredibly comfy right now, especially since his back ached from standing and he was so, so hungry for ice cream. "I don't wanna get caught.."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm very intimidated by you. If you want to enjoy your ice cream, I can promise I won't do anything stupid."

"Well, okay." He waved the banana around again. "But I've got my eye on you!"

"Of course, sir. Here, sit." The shopkeeper helped heave Thes's belly off the counter and provided a stabilizing arm for him to waddle over to the sofa. He sat down in his favorite comfy spot, let his belly spill between his legs, and started to happily eat ten gallons of fattening ice cream. His tail wagged behind him excitedly.

Thes took the mask off after a little bit because it was uncomfortable, and the hat after. True to his word, the shopkeeper never called the police. In fact, since there were no people in the store, he even went out of his way to rub Thespis's big soft tummy for a good hour! He buried his face and arms in a truly prodigious amount of dog tummy, coaxed out loud burps and helped him digest every ounce of ice cream. Thespis had him wrapped around his fat little finger. He was the best thief ever.