The walls of the dusty cave were dimly lit by the sunlight that reached from the entrance. He was couched against one of the deep corners of what had been his home for nearly 10 years. He was scared, one could tell. I tried to speak with the softest voice I could.

"Come on brother, I just want to help you."

He slowly turned his head towards me and whined. I could now clearly see all the scars year after year of fighting against the wild had left. It was sad to see your own brother in this condition.

"Wile? Please... If you stay here, you will only keep hurting yourelf. Can't you see? You're not happy here."

I was afraid of his reaction if I approached even further, however I slowly took a step forward. His eyes tried to register as much information as they could.

Slowly I extended my arm, leaving my hand a few inches from his snout. I was afraid, but somehow, I trusted him. It felt as if time had stopped, every inch my hand came closer created more and more tension. After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the tip of his snout.

His eyes kept staring at me. No words came out of his snout. After the accident that separated him from me, and all of those years of being lone and lost, his figure was a wreck. As a coyote he conserved a brown fur, full of dust and sand, which made him look dirty, many scars could be seen all thoughout his body, many burns, some cuts, and countless bruises. He was beyond skinny: his ribs could be seen from miles away. He was litterally all skin and bones. He definitely looked older than his actual age. It was a shame to look at him, and I felt bad about it.

"Please Wile, please brother. Come with me. You'll be happier in the city. We were not designed to live in the wilderness. Forget everything you have lived so far... It is nothing but a nightmare. Please come and we'll live a whole new life."

I tried my best not to cry, since that would only upset him more. I was afraid that he would react negatively and run away, shattering my dream of recovering the only family I had left. I did my best to remain cool, avoiding direct eye contact. It finally worked; he slowly nooded with his head. It was a magical moment. I stood there baffled at least a couple of minutes.
By now I had managed to help him stand on his feet. He was recently injured during one of his futile attempts to chase that bloody roadrunner with a rocket and ended with a severe wound in his leg. Needing lots of effort from both of us, we finally managed to walk our way to the entrance of the cave. All that separated us from a whole new life were a few miles to the nearest road, but now, it all meant nothing, because finally, after almost a decade, I was with my beloved brother.

*****

After a car drove us the the city, we went right to the hospital, where my brother was healed from his wounds, and received like a dozen pills to take, some pain killers, a couple of antibiotics, a tranquilizer and a bunch of vitamins I had no idea they even existed.

He was still in shock after the life-changing experience. All noises altered him, he was somewhat grumply and stressed. All of these was too much information for him to process, and it was quickly evident that all he wanted was a good rest. We went back to my appartament.

By the time we arrived, the sun was pretty low in the sky, turning it orange. A cool breeze was felt in the little town, announcing the imminent dawn.

I took Wile to his new bedroom, making him sit in the side of his bed. Throughout all of the day since we left the cave, he had always the same expresion of amazement and fear. I returned after a while with the medicine he had to take and a glass of water, which I left on hhis bed table. I gave him the painkillers and some other pills, so that he had a pleasant night and he could sleep nice and tight.

It wasn't easy to convince him to take the pills, but it was even harder avoiding him to choke with them. It took around 10 minutes to finish with the pills and lay him in his bed. The minute Wile closed his eyes, he was fast asleep. It had been a tough day. I went to my bed hoping next day was better for all of us.

*****

All the racket outside of my room had awoken me. At first I tought it was the wind what was causing the noise, but the curtain covering the window I kept open in my room wasn't moving at all. I thought about a brurglar, but then again, who wolud rob an appartament laying five stories high? The first rays were barely emerging from behind the mountains when I finally decided to go and take a look by myself.

The kitchen and livingroom were in perfect order. So was the bathroom. I was starting to think I dreamt everything, when a loud scratching sound came from the guestroom. Then I remembered everything that happened yesterday.

At first I aproached, as silently as I could, the wooden door, The noises ceased as soon as I pressed my ear against the door. I stood there for a while, but nothing happened. I knocked the door and there was no answer. I slowly opened the door.

The first thing I noticed was that the room was a real mess. The sheets were all over the floor, pieces of foam from the mattress were scattered in every corner, the bedlamp was in the floor, broken; the curains were torn and ripped. Even the walls were scratched.

But the most impressive thing was that the room was empty.

I quickly stormed in the small bedroom and aproached the window. It was barely open; not enough for him to fit through, right? I poked my head out, trying to find the answer to my question. The street down bellow was already full of activity and cars were constantly moving, almost like a river of light and smog.

I stood again in the room, trying to think with a clear calmed mind, however, it wasn't working. With each minute it passed the possibility of my brother falling five stories to the ground bellow was becoming terrifyingly plausible.

Everything he had done so far just to see how my drems of spending some time with the only family I had left were all gone. Shattered. Broken. Vanished...

I carelessly walked out of the bedroom and onto the livingroom where I plopped mysel and held my hed with my hands, elbows on my knees. I felt something break appart inside me.

It was just not fair. Wile had lived almos 10 years in the wilderness, being constantly hurt and injured by his plans as well as by the very environment, but he always managed to heal, and now, not even 24 hours after I brought him to the city, he was all gone?

I cried. I did cry. The only brother I had left. He didn't deserved to die. He was young and fairly healthy... He only needed the aid of...

*Knock Knock*

The sudden interruption left me paralyzed. I didn't expected anyone to come. The rent wasn't due until two weeks from now, and I had no relationship with my neighbors else from the polite "Hello!" or "Mornin'!" when we saw each other.

I stumbled to the door and opened it. Never in al my whole coyote life was I prepared to see such a view. It was astonishing.

The biggest, fattest, roundest wolf was in my front of my door, with his stomach poking into my appartament as soon as I opened the door. He was light gray, with a light brown messy hair laying between his two pointy ears, warm blue eyes, a bit hidden behind two big cheeks which framed his face, making him look as if he always had something stuffed in his mouth.

He had no neck visible, only a double chin (almost triple) and a pile of blubbery rolls of fat circling around his head. His arms were thick and jiggled with every movement the surplus of wolf did. His legs were. even more so, filled with fat, as thick as tree trunks and rubbed together when he walked, or waddled, I'd say. But the most impressive feature of his whole body was, with no doubt, his massive belly. It was far bigger than a beach ball, covered by seemingly softer fur in a lighter shade of gray.

All in all, the mere view of the behemoth left me dumbfolded. I was frozen solid, unable to move and yet he was talking something I couldn't process. My brain was too busy thinking how was it possible for a fur to be this fat.

He eventually took notice of my absent-minded state and he just waited for me to recover from my surprise. I think he must be already used to this kind of treatment from other furs, so he just stared back at me.

Then I realized how rude I had been with him.

"I'm really sorry sir... I... I..."

"Please call me Hector. And don't be, it happens quite a lot when you're my size."
Hector gave his own belly a pat that made all of his impressive bulk wobble and jiggle like jello. I was even more amazed by the fact he felt at ease with the size he was.

"Anyways I live downstairs and I think I found something that belongs to you."

Until that moment I hadn't looked past his tremendous girth, and his own hight, towering over me at least a foot or so, always blocked the hallway behind him. It was until Hector moved, waddled aside that I noticed a thin, brown and somewhat dirty figure standing agaisnt the oposite wall of the corridor and looking down to his feet. It was Wile. It was my brother!

I couldn't cotain my excitement any further, so I ran towards him and hugged the coyote tightly. The momentum almost toppled us to the floor, but thanks to the wall behind the two of us we managed to keep balanced.

Now I was puzzled. I turned my head towards Hector, who easily understood my non-verbalized question.

"I'm guessing that my new buddy here smelled my famous meat-lover omelette I was preparing downstairs and somehow entered though my window to have a nice tasty breakfast... Looks like he could gain a few pounds; toothpick here is all skin and bones, hehehe!"

"Well,thank's a lot Hector, for saving, and feeding, my brother... What can I do to pay you for such and inmense favor you did?"

"Please, don't worry, I'm fine, really..."

"Would you like to stay for breakfa... Second breakfast with us?"

"God no, I sould probably Be already in my way..."

In that same moment, two loud, thundering roars came form each of the canines in the corridor. Hector blushed wildly, as his stomach had just betrayed him in this decision..

All three of us entered the appartament and each took a seat in the small dinning table I had. I could do nothing but smile when I saw that Hector used two chairs to accomodate his overweight posterior so that there was no fear of breaking down the chairs or crushing them under his weight. He actually was very much used to being a mountain of a wolf.

I decided to prepare pancakes, since last time in the supermarket they were on sale and I bought around ten boxes (I tend to do this a lot), and because they are fast to make.

Eventually, after around half an hour I ended up inside a kitchen burried in stacks of pancakes. As I approched the table with two dishes, each with around 15 pancakes, both of them were starving and salivating due to the strong aroma. As soon as I laid the dishes in the table Hector lost no time and began to soak his stack with maple syrup, while my brother began to dig rith into the doughy breakfast.

I couldn't help but stare at the irony of how both canines were eating to their heart's content even when one was almost starved to death while the other one was an overfilled tub of lard... I did chuckle at the sight.

Soon enough they both asked for a refill, and I served them once again, stack after stack, until all of them were gone. It was then when I could finally sit down and rest from the imposed waitressing. The three of us chatted for quite a while, trying to get to know as much as we could from each other.

Hector was a great fur. He ran his own restaurant right in front of the apartament complex we lived on. I had never noticed there was a one there! Apparently, it wasn't a conventional restaurant, but that's all I could pick-up from our conversation.

There was no too much to tell Hector about us, I moved to this appartament 4 years ago in an attempt to search for my brother: last time seen had been in the city outskirts. I worked in whatever I could, as long as I had a job. I had finished college when I moved in here but jobs were hard to find.

An about my brother, well, we were raised together by a divorced mother in the fields, planting corn and potatoes. However 10 years ago my father found us: he wanted my brother and me so he tried to take us by all of the methods he could, legally or illegally. Somehow he achieved to claim the land that for so long we had worked on, leaving us with nothing. We ran away. Our mother took us one night, abandoning our house and heading south, hoping there we could start a new life.

In the way, when we were in the middle of the desert, traveling by foot because it was the safest: buses are to corwded and people can tell they saw you.

But he found us anyways. He chased us and now that we were in the middle of nowhere, tired and hopeless, it would be easy for him to just take us with him.

But my mother was not ever going to let that madman take us. They fought. They growled each other. It was horrible. But then my mother was knocked out. She was there on the floor, defenseless...

But he wasn't stopping there. We had managed to barely hid in a hole in the wall of the canyon, but he found us anyways. I tried to run holding my brother Wile by the arm, but he was faster and quickly catched up with us. First he grabed my brother, but in the moment he did so, he slipped and both fell, The rolled down the wall of the canyon and he laid there, unconcious probably. I tried to free my brother who was trapped under our the coyote that used to be our father. It was futile, so i went with my mother and tried to wake her up.

But right in the moment she started mumbling something, my brother yelled at me with all his might. The older coyote had recovered and, with a gun in his hand approached the place where I sat. My brother had tried to warn us, but it was too late. That son of a... pulled the trigger and, well, that was the last time I heard from my mother, and the last time I heard my brother, Wile, talk.

Once we were at his mercy everything became too easy. A man against two boys. My brother started running while our father grabbed me by the wrist. I tried to fight against him, I threw a good punch to his cheek, but not strong enough to knock him, only achieving to get him madder. He yelled at me, he told me my life was going to be misserable from now on if I didn't co-operated. I had no doubt he meant it, so I gave up fighting.

All the fight had given my brother enough time to run away and hide. We never found him so we left. I spent almost 5 years with that madman before I could run away from him. A year later I saw in the news: he died in a car crash. I don't think he deserved it, but it is easier to live knowing that you're not being pursued all the time.

For another 5 years I tought my brother had died, but then I heard a rumor about a wild coyote in the desert, and my hopes went up. Doing some research I found out he seemed to be my brother, so I went there to try to convince him to come back with me.

And thet was pretty much it.

We spent the morning chatting and talking, asking each other questions (Wile answered in a written fashion). Time went by and with noon approaching, Hector told us he had to check some things in his restaurant, and said good-bye, offering Wile and me a job at his restaurant. He really was a good guy...

****

I tought introducing Wile into the city life was going to be quite harder than it actually was. He managed to fill into society better than expected, even in a litteral way.

With some aid from the pills the doctor gave him to put on some weight, my brother, after a month, had gained a bit of a belly. It wasn't that much, but still it was noticeable. When he arrived he weighed 98 lbs, a month later he had packed 64 pounds, leaving him with a good 162 lbs.

The thing is, in theory, he had to do some physical exercise, so that all he ate didn't just turned into fat, but, with my reduced budget and the size of our appartment, it was really hard to do any sports whatsoever.

Other than that, everything was running smoothly. I took Wile to the doctor and he said that his vocal cords were severely and permanently damaged and an operation there was too risky to undergo, so it was hightly possible that he would remain mute. He wasn't too bothered by this. He carried a notepad and a marker everywhere we went and wrote me whenever he wanted to comunicate. It was, sometimes, quite fun indeed. I was just grateful my little brother was back home.

We were running low on dough, so both of us went to apply to Hector's restaurant. We had ate already there twice and it was a nice place. It was indeed peculiar, because it turned out the it was a restaurant designed for, lets say a "larger clientéle". The plates were humongous and I could barely finish mine, earning myself a massive indigestion. Wile, in the other hand liked a lot the place and offen insisted on going. But I don't want him to get fat...

It's not I'm against fat anthros or anything, but I don't think it is healthy for him to go from skinny to fat in that little time. I'm pretty sure however that he likes being fat himself; once I found him in his room posing in front of thr mirror grabbing one of his fat rolls and squishing it tightly. I don't want him to hurt himself again so I have to watch what he eats closely.

Anyways, both of us decided to test our luck at Hector's restaurant. The place was named "The Eat-Off", and sat right in front of our apartment building's main entrance. On the door I saw the advise that said they were requesting for personnel. Wile and I were nervous about the outcome since we really needed the money, so after giving some advices to my brother on how to behave and what to answer, we entered the restaurant.

"Good Morning! A table for how many, sir?"

An obese parrot greeted us as we walked in. He was easily over 500 pounds dressed with a polo T-shirt with the restaurant's logo, that could barely contain all the red feathery bulk. A belt and some shorts also tried to wrap around his amazing waistline hugging tightly around his middle and causing his belly to spill over. He looked a bit uncomfortable in those clothes, which looked two sizes too tight to fit propperly,

"Oh! Sorry, we saw the sign in the window that you were requesting for personnel and we wanted to apply for it."

"Of course, here, follow me."

The bird slowly waddled towards the back of the restaurant, showing off his huge gut, his swaying hips and his rubbing thighs all the way. It was quite a sight...

Eventually we arrived to the back, where right beside the kitchen there were two sparate offices, Wile was conduced to the bigger one while I was led to the smaller one.

Apparently, all of the staff was encouraged to be fat becuase inside I was greeted by an enormous crocodile with a name tag that read "Bruce".

The interview resulted quite casual, Bruce was a nice guy. He was the sous-chef in the kitchen but since there wasn't enough staff he also was in charge of hiring new people.

I told him all my experience, not only waitressing but also doing all sorts of stuff that I considered usefull in a restaurant: greeting people, cleaning, organizing, doing budgets and so on. Bruce seemed really interested by the fact I had finished college and I hadn't a decent job.

During the interview, with each minute that passed by I found harder and harder not to stare at the crocodile's belly. It was just massive and looked so soft. As time went by my mind always drifted to thinking how soft to the touch it should be and how much food could it possibly hold. And even he seemed to be taking more time than usual. I felt more and more uncomfortable trying with all my might not to lay my sight in such a tremendous bulk.

Finally, after reviewing my entire résumé for third time, while throwing some discreet glances at me as if he could see what I was thinking, he asked me something really odd:

"OK, I see you're more than qualified for the job. I only have one question: In this moment, if nothing else mattered and you were able to do anything you wanted, what would it be?"

I was surprised by the question, I knew what to answer; it was simple, but I didn't think the answer that formed in my mind would be anywhere near formal or even polite. I was not sure if I should answer with the truth or make up a false answer. I was confused, And afraid of offending my interviewer. Three words escaped from my mouth, and as I mumbled my response I realized how rude they sounded.

"Touch your belly!"

I blushed. The time stopped and the air became as thick as honey. I held my breath and watched closely his reaction. I tried to apologize about what I had just said, but the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

The reptilian grabbed my résumé and stood up from his chair causing it to creak. He walked a couple of steps towards me and held his gut a few inches from my face.

I blushed deep red. I wish I was dead. I wish i wasn't there anymore. I wish there was a way to go back in time.

"Then go ahead!"

I felt as if I was slapped right in the face. Never I would have thought that crocodile would have allowed me to violate his personal space to satisfy my curiosity. I felt as if I was living in a whole new world in which all the complicated rules and manners were worth nothing.

My hand moved almost in an involutary way towards the scaly expanse, ignoring all of the warnings my brain shouted.

And then, I made contact. It was like nothing I had felt so far. It felt warm and moist, but at the same time cool, and it was the softest material I've ever touched... I tried to imagine a bed made up of a belly like that and I started to drool...

I lost control over my arm, It was as if it had a mind of its own to obey. It started groping, patting, lifting, rubbing and prodding the scaly belly with pleasure. Soon my other arm joined in. Bruce just grinned joyfully since he apparently was enjoying the massage. Then he started talking in a paused pace and with a soft voice.

"Son, we belong to a special kind of anthros. We're different from others, you know? We're really differnt becuase both you and I, and Hector too, and most of the staff... Even some clients share the same trait: we all enjoy fattness. Fat bellies for us are a sign of fulfillment, of personal realization. For us fat furs and fat scalies are the incarnation of happiness and that is why we feel joy, in your case being around them, in my case being one. It is a condition you have, and it is very difficult to eliminate completely. It has nothing wrong, however, as long as you don't get too obsessed with it. Son. Welcome to our new world."

I was starteld. Now everything made sense. There was a complex mixture of feelings inside me that I just didn't know what to do with it.

"And by the way, you should put on your uniform, you're hired, son. Congratulations!"

*****

Another month had gone by and I was right in my cooking shift, deep-frying some cheeseburgers: they were our very specialty.

Being in the restaurant was a constant reason for me to blush. There was always some fatty in my sight, some fur or scaly or feathery antro who showed off his own bulk, jiggling it around, rubbing or squeezing it whenever they weren't busy, and that always caused me to get as red as a tomato. But right now I was standing literally between a wall (of fat) and a soft place: Bruce was chopping some veggies that waited to be fried too, while in my right I had Grace, a young, female, obese gazelle, easily over 450 lbs, who was an expert making desserts and sweet stuff. I felt as if I was granted with the best present ever.

It was amazing to believe that a month had already gone by since my brother and I were hired in "The Eat-Off". This week I had the morinig and the nigjt shift, that went fron 6:00 a.m. to 12:00 a.m. And then from 6:00 p.m. to 12:00 p.m., the closing time.

The job was amazing. I loved everything about it. First there were the other workers: all of them, but 3, were overweight and wore XXL sizes or even bigger. The three of us who did not fitted in this classification were a female dragoness, whose name was Stephanie, my brother and me.

Talking about my brother, he was pretty much on the eddge of being considered a plus size fur. Even though the doctor had suspended the pills for gaining weight, Wile kept pushing further in the scales, reaching as much as 213 pounds mostly of pure and solid fat. His belly was reaching the size of a basketball, and his whole body had puffed out quite evenly. I kept telling him that if he wanted to get fat, he should consider going with a doctor, but the idea didn't seem appealing enough for him.

Now, all I could do was lock both the fridge and the larder, and constantly tell him to watch what he ate.

But he always gave me the same answer: "I'm fine, I'm not that fat", "I'm healthy", "I'm already receiving orientation from the restaurant".

This last one wasn't completely false: I had seen that my brother had spent lots of time with Hector mainly but also with Paco, the fat parrot. They seemed to be giving some kind of advice about what to eat, how to do so and when. They are nice guys and I trust them; I really hope they are helping and not hurting my brother.

About my job, I was a little of everything: sometimes I waitresed (most of the time actually becuase I was fast, effective and most of all, thin enough to fit in between the tables), but I also worked as a cook. Cleaning the place, cheacking the supply levels in the storage room, and even helping Hector with the budget of the place. And thanks to our size, Stephanie and I were in charge of the free massage service the restaurant offered after a meal. That, I think was the part I most enjoyed about my job. Patting, grabbing, gropping, hugging and rubbing the full bellies of the customers. It was like a dream come true. And, the best part is that they usually gave good tips for a good belly rub. I had the job of my dreams.
It had been a great month. My brother had told me lots about his life in the desert. I was really impressed. And I discovered something that gave me a brilliant idea. But for now, all I had to do was a little research and massage some fat bellies.

*****

I was wearing the only suit I had as I entered the law court. I saw my brother already sat in a wooden chair on the left side of the court. His suit, bought a couple of weeks ago already looked quite tight around his middle and the buttons strained to contain his stomach. By now, he must've been reaching the 300 mark in the scales. He was sweating and it was obvious that he felt nervous and uncomfortable. I aproached him and placed my hand in his shoulder. He turned swiftly as if I had scared him, but he immediately calmed himself. I assured him once again he would do fine. I bough him a big whiteboard so that he could write easier and bigger.

Since I couldn't be his direct lawyer, due to the conflict of interests issue, I asked my friend Tony the eagle for some help: we had been friends since kindergarden, and we both studied to be lawyers. I exchange I promised him a discount in "The Eat-Off". I guess that wasn't much of a problem. So for now, he was my brother's lawyer, in the accusing side, while in the other, the accused was no one but the Acme Company. This was going to be piece of cake... Talking about it, I was beginning to get quite hungry by now. Maybe there was some snack machine down the hall; after all this was going to be a long sesion.

*****

So many things have happened since I found my brother. It was amazing how all of our lives gave a 180 degree turn.We were so happy, so fulfilled, so grateful of having each other.

Wile got a promotion at work, making him the general manager of the place, after being the employee of the month two times in a row and constantly take extra hours at the restaurant. Not that he didn't mind at all, since Hector and our co-workers had found another use to his appetite. Since customers had trouble finishing their huge meals, and often left their plates with food, the restaurant wasn't very efficient dealing with leftovers. That happened until Hector caught my brother in the storage room munching in a hamburger that a deer couldn't finish. Instead of scolding him, he was surprised he didn't come up with that idea sooner.

Now, the restaurant had a 100% effective way to deal with leftovers and no food went to waste... Or rather it went to waist. Now the waiters were in charge of dealing with the leftovers their customers left, so each of us had two options, eat while working or give the food to other waiter who wanted it. This worked quite well, until we noticed some obvios changes.

At first nobody talked about it because we had all agreed to follow the new rule, but the the changes were too dramatic not to notice them: our uniforms were tight , mostly around our midsection, we bumped against the chairs and tables of the customers with surprising frequency, for some, single doors seemed to get narrower each day, and obviously, our bellies and our whole bodies began poking out from under our clothes.

Some of us, like me, for example, tried to work out the excess of food: each day, before I went to see Tony, my friend, I jogged until I was covered in sweat and panting heavily, totally exhausted. I did this everyday since I reached 260 pounds. I could't believe the pace with wich I was gaining. It was amazing to see how one morning I wore comfortably my pants to work and by the next day they were already tight.

It seemed to work really well. I lost a couple of pounds the fist week, and almost four the second one, since I also tried to eat less at the restaurant, giving my customer's leftovers to my brother (he was a bottomless pit anyways and he was always craving for some food, so I was more than happy to oblige). In fact, it worked so well that, by the fourth week of daily jogging, my pants were already feeling a bit loose.

This strict regime, imposed by myself, was a constant subject of debate in the restaurant: most of the staff thought I was playing against the rules. Luckily for me I had (for some strange reason) Hector the Wolf in my side, as well as Stephanie, the dragoness supporting my view point.

Talking about Stephanie (she prefered to be called Steph), she was still waitressing, however she had gained much more weight than me lately, probably due to the exercise and my food donations for my brother. She was, at least somewhere around 350 pounds; I would say 375 tops, but her pudge, unlike mine didn't went right to my gut and to my bottom, but rather distributed evenly all over her.

Since I started working at "The Eat-Off", her face had rounded out, specially in her cheeks, giving her a more childish look, making her appear more innocent and less agressive. Her neck was covered by a group of soft rolls starting from her double, or rather triple chin, and went all the way to her chest. Her breasts were quite ample and stretched her uniform as far as it could and then some. Her belly was approximately the size of a basketball, a bit bigger I'd say, framed, of course, by a pair of ample scaly love handles that often poked out under her tight shirt. Her hips had acquired sort of a sway as she walked (waddled) around the tables, while her thighs, as thick as a tree trunks, at the same time, rubbed together with each step she took. It was quite a show to see when she was serving the customers. She was magnificent.

Soon enough, my brother made me realize that I had a huge crush on her. More than once I burnt a pizza or over-fried some chicken breasts because she was around. And exactly three days after I arrived to this conclusion, I had the most amazing experience in my entire life.

I was preparing some steak, and I noticed there was no more pepper in the kitchen, so I quickly zipped to the storage room. As I entered the door closed behind me, and Steph started talking to me. She did so with a tone of voice as cold as the temperature inside of the room and with a small touch of slyness and sarcasm. She scared me, I was't expecting to hear her voice.

"Now, tell me, dear, what's wrong with being fat?"

It was the kind of tone that you are commanded to answer truthfully, yet clearly. However, I was still paralized from the surprise, and I began to studder nervously:

"No, you... you got me... you got me wrong... I... I don't... I mean... I do like..."

"Ohh! Come on" She walked forward towards me. "You're the only one who is still doing some kind of exercise to loose weight while the others gave up even before they completed a month or even a day!! You fool nobody."

Having recovered from the surprise, I barely excused myself:

"But Steph... It's not that I don't like being fat, I just don't feel comfortable..."

"You don't feel comfortable? The mut is ashamed of showing off some pudge, right? Come on! Haven't you realized that you are in a restaurant for FAT antros?"

She really looked annoyed, so I prefered to play her game by her rules.

"Steph, Steph, calm down. Look it's not that I don't like being fat, it's just, I have another job and let's say it's not very practical to buy a brand new suit per week just because you've outgrown your old one." I grabbed my belly and continued. "Besides, if I really hated all of this", I said shaking my gut for emphasis, "I wouldn't have packed it in the begining."

Right now we were barely a foot from each other. Stephanie started to cry and threw herself (all of her magnificent beauty) towards me. I managed somehow to keep my balance, while she hugged me tightly.

"It's just... It's just... I'm so jealous about you..."

Now I was caught by surprise... again...

"Jealous? How could you possibly be jealous of me?"

"You were determined enough to keep your diet and your regime while I was so weak... I am weak..." She said between sobbs.

"No you're not, Steph..."

"Yes I am! I was weak and now look at me! Just look at me! I've become a pig of myself and I just can't help it... I keep gaining weight no matter what... And now you will never... you'll never..."

And she stopped: Only a coulpe of sobbs escaped from her lips. They were sealed and wouldn't open. It was as if she was afraid of saying something she shouldn't

"I will never what, Steph? What is it?"

There was a pause, and the only sound was the buzzimg comming from the air vent. Then she said almost in a whisper, breaking the hug and staring at me with her cold, gray eyes which I loved.

"You will never love me."

I blushed. Then I grabbed her by her thick arms and hugged her again. I was so happy I couldn't believe myself.

"How can you say such a silly thing? I love you, and I've loved you more since I saw you. And even more since you started putting on weight! I think you look gorgeous!"

We hugged each other so long that it seemed to me like centuries. Then we broke appart and stared at each other. None of us could believe what had just happened. Then we heard a knock on the door. She looked at me and gave me a kiss, one of those passionate kisses one can't simply forget. I saw my brother struggling to get through the door, but as we saw him, his face was already craving to know what happened. I only grabbed Steph by her hand and smiled to my brother. She leaned against me and whispered "I also think you look better with some more pudge." I just smiled there. The pepper could wait.

*****

It was already august and things had gone better with each month passing. Since I found my brother a year ago, everything had gone well. By February the jury decided, after revising the evidence and the witnesses (like for the fourth time), we won and Acme acceeded to pay for the injuries (giving Wile a life-long medical insurance), as well as returned all the money spent in cheap, unworthy inventions.

The sum of monely they gave us was humongous. We were now practically billionaires, and so, we now weren't concerned about cutting our expenses. I still work some shifts at "The Eat-Off" just for the pleasure of watching furs and scalies stuff themselves full of food. I found a bureau some months ago, that was hiring lawyers and I fitted perfectly in the spot they were looking for. The pay is good (better than anywhere I've ever worked) and I get to do what I studied to become.

Talking about fitting, since the trial started I had began putting on some weight; in fact, a lot of weight, but I really don't mind at all. It feels great to be big. My old clothes ended up too tight around my newfound gut to be comfortable to use, and now I almost had to rennovate my entire closet each month. My goal was not to go any further than 350, so that I could still do my favorite activity in the restaurant: waitressing and giving massages. It was actually tougher than I thought. It's just I can't avoid havina a large meal from time to time and feel that awesome sensation of fullness and completion in my whole body. And it is even harder when your girlfriend loves to stuff you untill you're full, and the some more.

We have both grown in love as much a we've grown in size. Now we live in our own customized cottage, built to satisfy any demand a couple of growing fatties could face. My life is just a fream come true by the side of my beloved obese dragoness now weighting almost 700 pounds, me already past that mark. Yes, it is hard to move around, but it's a price that is worth to pay. Besides, who would like to move away from a bed of a dragoness like mine.

And what about Wile? You're right, enough about my life, it is his story, after all.

Well, his weight gain had been constant and unstoppable. Each month he gained more than the previous: by January after having gorged himself at the feasts the restaurant made for all of the staff (Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve), he no longer fitted in our appartment. He had reached the astonishing weight of 547 pounds of pure and solid fat. We actually had some structural problems with the floor and the wals of our appartment and the owner wasn't happy at all to see what we'd done. Let's just say we made a quicker way to go with Hector without using the stairs, right in the middle of the livingroom. We paid for the damages we caused, and we looked for a house or somewhere to live near "The Eat-Off". If Wile made a hole through the floor, I wasn't interested at all in finding out what he would do to a car or a bus.

After a thorough search we found a small place two blocks away from the restaurant where we checked in. It wasn't the best place to live, but it was decent. And we had an All-you-can-eat buffet right in the corner of the street. Altough for some time I had to become an expert on pushing and pulling my brother out of the doorframes, we lived pretty well for a good 4 months before both of us, almost at the same time left and found our own places.

Today he was seen by some as a miracle, and by others as an example of success. He had just graduated from college as a businessman. He still worked at "The Eat-Off", and his story had made the place famous. During winter, the massive staff as well as the fame acquired by my brother made the restaurant way too small to receive such a large number of clients. People from around the world were now visiting the place and both Hector and Wile, now in charge of the restaurant, thought about expanding the business, making it a franchise.

Wile now lives happily in his huge mansion, bought in part with the money from the trial, with Hector: all the house is designed to accomodate the wants of the amazingly big, heavier-than-a-ton, furs comfortably. I visit them as often as I can, always glad to remember those times when we were neighbors and destiny, or luck or God knows what, made us met together, so that we could be toghether the rest of our lives.

*****

The End


This is a story I wrote since I have no means to upload pictures. It is a weight gain tale, with some plot about Wile E. Coyote with a little turn to the usual Coyote &Roadrunner cartoon.

This is my first weight gain story. Comments and Feedback is appreciated.

I hope you like it

Wile E. Coyote belongs to Warner
Hector the Wolf belongs to  hectorthewolf
Stroy is written by me