A gift made for my big doggie buddy  Davix-Husky, love you bro.

Here's a glimpse of what his sona looks like for reference: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/53007593/

CW: Rapid Weight Gain

Lesss gooo!





“Davie, buddy, are you a hundred percent sure you can do this again?”

“Can’t be too hard, I didn’t have to lose any gut or anything else to do it! Just, *ough*, gimme some time…”

A man sits in a colorful bean bag chair in a cramped bedroom, watching an absolute behemoth of an ursine attempt to stand up. “Didn’t Jason have to help last time?” the human asked more. “Yea, Pate, but I wanna actually do it on my own this time”, the bear retorted. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing, the bear heaved himself up with great resistance and stood. His humongous legs quivered under the weight of many tons of blubber. “I- I- I think I got i-woaaah!”, the bear teetered before falling backwards onto the carpeted floor with a mighty flop. Pate rose from his beanbag perch, kneeled down next to the bear’s face, and picked up the ursine’s glasses which had fallen off. “Okay, fine. Get the rat”, the ursine huffed out. The human put the glasses back on the bear and shouted to the door, trying to get someone’s attention outside the room, “Jason, we need ya afterall, David can’t do it.”

Big bears are known for how hard they are to get up, but David was a new level of that, being heavier than a school bus. Pate wasn’t anywhere near strong enough to help David clear the weight that his trunk-like legs couldn’t bear to stand up. Jason came in and got the ursine up on the first try, pulling David up by one paw. “Heh, I appreciate the determination, Dave, but let your buff bro help out, okay? Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself”, Jason said with regard. David shook his head, “I’ll get it next time, guess I gotta…”, he shudders, “workout a bit.” The smaller boys looked at him puzzled and a bit shocked that he’d even consider such a thing. “And lose some of your cuddly greatness? I don’t think so, big man!”, Pate said as he gave the bear’s plentiful stomach a good tackle. David scooped his little buddy up and tucked him in his right arm. “I know, I know, but you know I’d pack the pounds right back. Everyone would probably lose it if I really did regress”, the burr clarified. Jason nodded in agreement at that.

“Ight, I got up to go to town, so let’s go to town!” David exclaimed as he took his first shaky steps about the carpet. The boys had agreed earlier to go do something in the city, but what exactly was still in disagreement. “I’ve got a good list of restaurants I haven’t tried yet, so we’d better get to them before they all close!” the bear said excitedly. “We didn’t get you up just to have you get too huge to move again and stuck in a diner, we’ve already got so much space for you here to do that, bro” Jason pointed out. David didn’t seem disappointed, “fair enough”. “How about the beach? Went to this one place and it was pretty nice.” Pate jutted in. “Nah, we can’t swim…obvious reasons for burr boy here”, Jason contradicted further, “...but I do have an idea of my own… concert anyone?” The boy and bear were pretty open to this idea. “It’s supposed to be like a karaoke type deal with lots of rock, punk, grunge, and metal of all sorts, but the REALLY hardcore stuff is later into the night” the rat added. “Fairgrounds, I assume?” David asked. The pearly rodent nodded. David scooped up his smaller companions and began retrieving his and Jason’s things to get ready to go out. David didn’t have much in the way of leg strength, but arms hid pretty substantial burliness under plush fat, enough to hold both Pate and Jason in one arm like dolls. David continued to wobble out the door, Jason squirmed a bit. He then recylined all the way back to where his and the bear’s eyes met, “Are you really gonna carry us all the way there?” “Yep! My legs can handle you two easily, like two drops in the pool compared to my tanky butt, hehe”, David proclaimed proudly.

The ride to the bustling fair could basically be described as being a passenger on a mobile waterbed. The bear jostled with each step, the meat on his forearms and moobs moved a bit against the frame of each passenger. The stroll to the fair was short, the place was on the border of the suburbs and the countryside. It wasn’t hard to miss either: the rides, macro furs, overwhelming scent of fair cuisine, and sound of shows already happening at the amphitheater gave it away. As they approached, it could be noticed that the macros were actually staff themselves, acting as rides for patrons: one juggled people, one gave people parachutes and threw them into the sky, and a final one simply laid down to be a bouncy castle. The actual mechanical rides mimicked typical rides, but they were much more scaled up to fit people who were around 10 ft tall or wide. The ferris wheel appeared like a skyscraper. Lines for food trucks more resembled walls, only someone like David could really get through, lucky for Jason and Pate.

Even though it took some persuasion to get David to not go for the trucks, they got to the concert area. The crowd looked like it was formed in layers, the tallest and widest were towards the back, although the places for smaller furs were few so it was evident that squeezing huge folk into a place along with people like Pate took some coordination. The biggest also served as seats or platforms for the smaller peeps to get a good view. David took this visual suggestion and settled himself in the “higher middle” of the amphitheater. As he sat down, David noticed a lone, slim figure among the hills of people around him. It was a floppy-eared canine with spots all over his fur, circular glasses which made his eyes look huge, and baggy, dark clothing which included a slouch beanie that hid a small chunk of his poofy hair and ears. Thinking nothing of it, David pinched a loose bit of fabric off the back of the dog and hoisted him up to eye level. “Ay! What the-... hello?!” the dog looked at the bear who had lifted him several feet off the dirt. “Hey lil’ man, you lost?” David asked in a dopey way. “Yeah actually, can’t help that you behemoths are like a hedge maze” , the canine called back with a little pep. “Don’t you worry then! There’s a good sightline right here, unless you’re trying to find someone”, the bigger one said. “Nah, I’m fine here”, was the reply it took for David to scoot the dog up his cleavage. A bit stunned at how quickly the bear just took him in, the canine looked at the other two occupants of David’s good graces.

“H- hey” he sputters out, Pate, Jason, and David exchange their own greetings too, “Name’s Layne, you guys.” Jason then asked an important question, “What are you doing here all by yourself then?” “I was playing with my own band a half-hour ago, afterwards I figured I’d just hang around until I get picked up to head back home, I wanted to enjoy more of the show really” Layne explained to the group. “Without people to enjoy it with? C’mon, we’ll keep you company, right boys?” Pate said this with support from his rat and bear. “It- wow… you guys are that chill I guess” Layne seemed both flattered and confused. “Maybe. But you definitely need some people with you” Jason reiterated. The three upon David’s middle rearranged to make themselves more comfy. Pate and Layne rested their backs against the bear’s moobs and Jason placed himself in the middle, allowing the two skinny boys to use his gut as an armrest, complimented finally with David wrapping his arms around them as much as his frame could allow. The show lasts for a good couple of hours, each couple songs allowed some downtime for the group to talk amongst each other.

Layne had discussed more about his tastes in music as well as his love of 2000’s video games and blunts. At the mention of pot, Jason brought up that he also indulged in marijuana, albeit much more casually. “The munchies kinda spook me in a way, I wouldn’t be concerned about piling on the weight from it if I didn’t have a bear who weighs more than a few cars to look after” Jason said before David rested the tip of his maw between the rat’s ears in response, “Hmm. But it doesn’t really affect you much does it?” “Oh no, it REALLY does, you just can’t see it right now” the cheeky mutt replied. Jason eyed Layne up, “We’ll fix that…” Layne then smirked unwaveringly, “Oh, will you? I accept the offer.” “Can you boys calm your tits? They’re starting up again” David coaxed, much to the two anthros’ amusement and Pate laughing his butt off. The night went as one might expect for a concert like this. Jason teased Pate and Layne about going into the mosh pit up front, the two didn’t much want to reenact pinball. When David headbanged, it was probably the closest thing Pate would ever experience to airplane turbulence. But, when it was all said and done, the fair cleared out. The four fellows stood a short ways out from the auditorium and talked more. “I didn’t exaggerate when I said we’d fix your figure, lil’ man, you can stay over at our place if you feel like tonight” Jason offered. “Well, you’ve won me over, but I’d imagine we’re gonna get in the door and pass out at 2 a.m., right?” Layne questioned. “Possibly, but let’s get in the subway, I don’t feel like walking that length again” David suggested.

They all agreed and caught the next ride to the suburbs. Upon plopping their hinds down, Jason and David almost immediately fell asleep. “Huh, taking power naps I guess,” Pate told Layne, “let’s entertain ourselves shall we?” The two skinny people scrunched up together and showed each other funny and cool stuff they had saved on their phones and engaged in even more chit chat. One of the big topics was about tea, since Layne and Pate were both formerly from parts of the world that were known for tea. “Hey. I really do appreciate you guys letting me crash with you” Layne told the human. “Ain’t a problem, these two have people over all the time and they totally wouldn’t hurt a fly…not that they could, but you get it.” Pate tried to explain, “Besides, you seem really cool anyways.” They exchanged a smile and not long after the ringer for the suburbs went off. Layne gave David’s belly a good smack, which woke him up quickly enough, but Jason is a much heavier sleeper. The rat’s maw hung upon, allowing Pate to put his hand in and shake it up and down. It tickled Jason, making him awaken laughing and trying to spit Pate’s hand out. “Y’know, I could’ve bitten you” the rat told Pate whilst stepping out of the subway car. “And ya didn’t, plus it was funny. It ain’t like a haven’t been nibbled on before anyways” Pate tried reasoning but Jason rolled his eyes half-jokingly.

It was a very short walk from the subway station to Jason and David’s place, luckily for the bear, whose legs felt ready to give out. Getting in the house, David and Jason split off from the group, one to go lay his flabby end down and the other to go “get something”. The skinny lads shrugged their shoulders and decided to follow David to his room. They settled in there for a little bit, but Layne discovered a pristine looking guitar poking out of the bear’s closet. “Oh! I think someone left that here a couple days ago. Could fiddle with it if you want” David mentioned. Layne pried it out and climbed atop David to rest and tune it to his liking. “You guys mind if I play? To pass a little time for Jason?” he asked. Pate gave a thumbs up from his beanbag and David was a little excited saying, “Yeah! Please!” The dog paused for a brief moment and then began to strum a calming melody. The human on the other side of the room leaned back and stared at the ceiling, relaxing to the tune. However, David didn’t take his eyes off Layne for the whole song, watching him play like a kid sitting in the front row seat of a theater, utterly mesmerized. Jason got back towards the end of the song, interrupting with, “Well, I couldn't find any kush, but I did discover some interesting booze though.” Jason had four bottles and a decently sized keg with a hose, he handed two bottles to Layne. “Hibernate: Sleep and Bulking Aid? Is this something you use, David?” the canine questioned. “Nah, but it is something I found while doing groceries a while back. It’s supposed to make you more susceptible to putting on pounds, call it a booster if you will. But you can’t have a boost if there’s no fuel to start with, soooo…”, Jason drew the last word out as he brought in a big cardboard box filled with many different snack foods. It looked like it held every potato and tortilla chip under the sun plus candy of all kinds. He tossed the keg of Hibernate up to David, who caught it with some effort and a little “urf”.

Thus, the before-bed snack session began! Layne was quick to tear open some tortilla chips and try some of the drink out. Before sipping some booze, the three furs did a little “cheers” gesture and then got to munching. “Heh, professionals have standards I guess” Pate said to himself as he picked a handful of snacks for himself as well. The group put on some modern TV shows and just went to town on what they had. It wasn’t before long before Layne realized how warm he felt, it was a stronger feeling than literally sitting on a mountain of a person or the fact he was getting boozed up. He looked down and unsurprisingly, he found a small potbelly where his skinny middle. Layne smirked to himself and looked at Jason, he didn’t remember the rat wearing a shirt as a bra half-an-hour ago, and David’s tummy didn’t let him sink in as much as he was now. The booze was most certainly effective. The dog decided to silently compete against Jason for how fast he could munch, making his returns much more massive. Going faster made the warmth accelerate and it felt like the dog could feel his fat build in real time, like a soft cream filling his fur coat. He kept stuffing his face, enough where he became pretty oblivious to everything. He could feel his limbs getting more useless with each bite taken, forearm and thigh blubber usurping. His love handles bloated out showing his brown spots expanding with it until they spilled over his plush sides. Layne gave his gut a feel and a good shake, pleased. He leaned back into the bear, sinking into the pitch black dough as he did, letting the gains register. More and more blubber rounded each part of him out, covering more of the big, black bear also expanding beneath him.

They kept at gorging for an hour or so, but by the end, shirts and pants were a long gone thought. “Oh goooooddd, *hourf*, so…full” Jason heaved out while breathing heavily, “*HOOUURRRPP*, ugh.” Everyone was much more massive than when they started, the only one not completely immobile was David, but by mere pounds seemingly. Jason and Layne could barely make themselves wobble with how thick they were, just blobs on top of bigger blob. “Ugghh, so sleeeeepyyy. C’mere guys” David groaned as he proceeded to snatch up the three sitting on his stomach in his arms. “Davie…Daaavee chill!” Jason shouted with low energy as David grabbed them. David rolled over on his stomach slowly, him huffing and his body gurgling all the way. When he got there he tried to use his three friends as plushies, particularly Layne who got some of his signature nuzzles. “Oh Layne buddy,” David muffled through the dog’s neck fat, “thanks for playing earlier, I loved it alot.” “Not a problem, big guy…I really appreciate all this” Layne almost whispered to the cuddle pile. “You’re welcome” type phrases followed from the other two anthros, as well as David using an arm to scoop several plushies and pillows from the far side of his devastated bed frame. “You’re always welcome, dog bro” Pate said as he wrapped himself around all the anthro he could. The others did the same in kindness. Everything was so soft, warm, and peaceful; one could pass out in seconds.