Date 2 "There's something different about you, Brian," Peter said squinting his eyes at him closely. "Something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Did you do something new with your new with your hair?" "No, uh well yes," replied Brain brushing his hair. "I grew it out a bit and got some pink highlights, but that's not really the issue with what's different with me." "Oh, I'm just messing with you pal," explained Peter patting Brian on the shoulder and then giving his belly a pat making it jiggle. "But damn, I knew you put on weight, but look at you. You put me to shame." "Well all I care about is that you are happy," commented Lois. "Looking back I realize that we have neglected your feelings. I guess we grew so used to you being depressed we just accepted that as the norm for you. I know I speak for the entire family when I say we're sorry for being so insensitive to you at times." "It's okay," said Brian. "Sometimes to get to heaven you have to trudge through hell and I can say that Jasper is my heaven." "Oh, B," swooned Jasper locking lips with his lover and kissing him passionately, his hands rubbing against Brian's sides, his rear out of his reach. "So nice to see those two so much in love," whispered Lois, her eyes moving down to Brian's gloriously giant keister. "And what an ass Brian's got." "Hey, if you're going to be looking at anyone's ass it better be mine," retorted Peter pulling his pants down to show Lois only to be spotted by a group of men across the street who quickly snapped pictures on their smart phones. "Every time! Every time I pull down my pants there's always someone taking butt shots." "Don't worry," said Brian taking a few steps and showcasing his rear for the camera. "It's all in good fun and when you got the goods you have to share with it with the world." The guys across the street went nuts snapping pictures, Jasper included. After a couple minutes, Brian waved them away. "Enough with that. Let's go inside." "Lead the way, B," murred Jasper giving Brian's rear a grope as he followed closely behind. Inside the house, Stewie tugged at Brian's arm. "If you're done showing off, think we can have a private conversation in a room we won't be disturbed in?" "Sure thing Stewie," replied Brian. "Uh, say, Lois. It's been ages since I've seen Stewie. Can I have a moment alone with him?" "Sure thing," answered Lois putting Stewie down on the ground. "He's probably missed you more than any of us. Meg and Chris would have loved to have come see you too, but the SATs were happening at school and there is no getting around them." "It's ok," said Brian leading Stewie into the other room. "How about I show you two around," suggested Jasper. "There's been a few changes around here since you last visited. First off, the couch. It's the same one that was here last time you were over, but the middle and left cushions have been neatly molded, contorted to Brian's perfectly obese ass." Brian led Stewie to the guest room. It was a rather bare room with only a bed with just a seat on it and a table with a lamp on it. Stewie sniffled and sneezed. "What happened to this room?" he sniffled wiping his nose. "It wasn't this empty the last time we were here and I know it wasn't this dusty." "Sorry," apologized Brian. "I didn't think it'd be this dusty in here. Back when Jasper was still married he was planning to start a family and adopt a child or get a volunteer woman to bear a child for them. I forget which, but Jasper had just finished clearing out the room when Ricardo dropped the bomb on him and left. Jasper hasn't come back in here since then." "Perfect," stated Stewie as he hugged against Brian's thick leg. "This can be my new room then. Jasper wanted to let a baby live in here anyway. You don't know how badly I missed out 'Road to' adventures. Life has been a real bore back home without you. I have hardly any chemistry with the others especially since it varies day to day if anyone else can even understand what I say." "I doubt Jasper would mine," admitted Brian. "However, you are going to be going back to Quahog with Lois and Peter in a few days and no telling when we'll see one another again. I'm sorry to say, but our adventures together might be over now, for good." "Hardly an issue for an intellectual such as I," laughed Stewie. "I planned for this and all I need do is create a way for me to instantaneously travel to and from here and home in Quahog." "Wait, you mean teleportation?" asked Brian. "Last time we did that we ended up making copies of ourselves and, well, that didn't turn out too well." "Not to worry," explained Stewie. "That was teleportation. It involved moving our matter from one point to another. The problem with that was it copied our matter and moved it. I plan, this time, to use wormhole technology. Rather than move our matter I plan to bend space and time to allow us to freely move between our two homes." "I don't know if that sounds any better than the first option," commented Brian. "What could happen if that backfired?" "It's possible it could suck in the world and tear it apart, but I've done the math and it will work," said Stewie full of confidence. "All I need to do build two devices, one here and one back home and it'll be like we're still living together. So, what do you say?" "What the heck," smiled Brian. "Sure, I'm on board." "Excellent," cheered Stewie. "Once I get back home I'll get the devices build and mail you yours to put together. Then in about a few days we'll be back to having adventures again." "One question," asked Brian. "Do these devices use uranium or something that won't be accepted in the mail?" "Of course," answered Stewie. "Why do you... Blast! I'll never be able to mail it over. I'll have to other means, but it'll take a while longer." "Well, sooner or later we'll be back to our adventures," promised Brian. "And Stewie, it's good to see you again." "Right back at you Brian," replied Stewie. "So, where are we going to get breakfast?" "This place down the road," explained Brian. "They make the best pancakes." "Oh, my favorite," swooned Stewie. "I hope they have some cool whip. Nothing goes better with pancakes than cool whip." Every time Stewie said "whip" he put too much emphasis on the "H." "Yeah," agreed Brian drooling. "That and chocolate chips, maple syrup, butter and blueberries." "So even that doesn't bother you," said Stewie. "I must say I'm impressed." "It's all thanks to Jasper," he explained. "Ever since Jasper and I started dating I don't think anything could get to me. I just hope some day that we'll be able to take our relationship to the next level." "Well, why don't you?" asked Stewie. "You seem perfect for one another." "I think so too, but it's a big step," he pointed out. "And I'm afraid that if I asked him to marry me it might make him remember how his last marriage ended. I don't want to ask him before he's ready. Well, come on, let's go back to the others." "That's great, Jasper," Lois stated as Brian and Stewie entered the kitchen. "What's great?" asked Brian curiously. "Oh, nothing," giggled Jasper. "Just that I got us reservations this Saturday at the fanciest french restaurant in town, The Scarlet Rose." "You did?!?" exclaimed Brian. "That place is booked for months. How'd you manage that?" "Called in a few favors at the right time," he admitted. "But we've got it all set. I just need to finish work and I'll meet you there are seven and we'll have our most romantic night yet." "I can hardly wait," commented Brain, tail wagging in delight. "Just the thought is making me hungry." "Then we'd best get going," said Jasper. "Breakfast awaits." "Oh, my. Can you really eat all that?" asked Lois looking at the tall stack of pancakes that were on Brian's plate, seven dozen in total. Maple syrup stuck them all together and helped keep the structure balanced. Smothered on top of each pancake was butter and powdered sugar and blueberries, and chocolate chips were baked into them. Finally, globbed all over the pancakes from the top to the bottom was a thick, creamy layer of cool whip. But that massive stack that dwarfed everyone else's stack of pancakes combined, was not the only thing Brian had to look forward to. On another plate he had a more than generous helping of hash browns, a dozen scrambled eggs, and several pieces of toast each stuck together with one of three different flavors of jam. In a basket, there was a huge pile of bacon, glistening with grease and rivaling the pancake tower. Brian also had a glass of chocolate milk, but the diner offered free refills. "This is no problem for me," replied Brian. "I can pack away more than this when I eat, but I'm taking it easier while you're here. You didn't come here just to watch me eat like a pig after all." "That and when you reach that point when you are stuffed and feel ready to pop you get a boner," giggled Jasper patting Brian's crotch underneath the table. "This is the first time I've ever seen anyone eat more than me," commented Peter. "So, what have you been doing around here beside eating and burying your bone in your cousin's ass?" "Well, I've actually gone back to directing," answered Brian. "Just like last time it's with pornos, but each project I work on is grossing quite a bit in the box offices and sales on the direct to videos have been showing mostly positive results. If I can, I'd like to star in one with Jasper, but it's been difficult." "Got writer's block?" asked Lois. "Something like that," replied Brian. "I just want it to be perfect, but no matter what comes to mind it just doesn't feel good enough." "Why not give me a try at writing a script," suggested Peter. "I had a pretty good run with my Peteroctic novels. I bet I could write an erotic script for you and your cousin to get all sexed up in." "Um, I don't know," blushed Brian, hearing Peter's offer causing a pause in his eating and a bulge in his pants. "I, uh, read your work and it was a big turn on, but it'd have to go through my producer and a few other of my higher ups to get green lighted for production. It is tough enough to even get it read at all." "Oh, B, don't be silly," retorted Jasper. "It wouldn't hurt for him to at least try." "Okay then," agreed Brian. "Peter, if you think you can do it, I'll put in a good word for you to help make it happen." "This will be my greatest challenge," declared Peter standing up. "Lois, I'll need my muse. Once we get back home to Quahog we're not leaving the bedroom till I write the greatest porno ever to be performed by an obese dog and his gay cousin." "Oh, Peter," swooned Lois, locking lips with her husband. "It'll be like our honeymoon all over again." "Looks like someone's also eager," commented Jasper his paw slipped into Brian's pants and gently rubbing his erect cock, restrained against his pants. "A little tidbit, Peter, when talking about Brian's doghood, the phrase 'hung like a horse' would be quite accurate." "Fascinating," replied Peter. "Lois, write that down. What else do you got?" "Well," pondered Jasper fondling Brian's package, forcing moans of pleasure from his maw. "A pair of tennis balls in his sac and an ass more resilient than memory foam." "Yeah that is hot," stated Peter as he thought about where to go from here. "More about his weight. What are his other distinguishing features?" Jasper continued to go on and on about Brian's figure and Peter's questions continued from there. Brian's crotch was continually rubbed and stimulated by Jasper and as he listened to every word that left his lips, it further invigorated the fat dog's horniness and his hunger as well. His gut gave a mighty growl and without resisting it, Brian attacked his food like it was his first meal in days. He removed a dozen pancakes from his tower and cut them into six pieces that he ate one after another. When they were finished he pulled the other plate full of food and stuffed his maw full before chomping down the food and swallowing, a large bulge sliding down his throat. For anything that remained in his mouth, he washed it down with his chocolate milk. With the glass empties, he tapped it on the table to signal for a refill as he went back to his pancake tower. "Oh, this is gold!" exclaimed Peter taking out his phone and recording Brian's binge. "Yes, this is hot. You're beautiful, you are a star." "He- he certainly is," agreed Lois feeling wet just watching him eat. "Reminds me of when I put on some weight." Looking around the room, Stewie saw that all the other people in the diner were staring at their table. Some looked on with horny excitement. Tables with families had the parents blocking their children from viewing Brian's table and complained to the staff about their inappropriate display in a public setting. "Usually it's the baby that causes a scene at a public place and yet I'm the best behaved here." "Everyone," announced a waiter to Brian's table. "We do not condone such behavior here and ask that you quickly finish up and leave the premises within the next ten minutes or we will be forced to call the authorities." "That's fine," belched Brian as he ate up the last chunk of pancakes on his plate. "We're just about finished." "What about all that bacon?" asked Lois pointing at the yet to be consumed basket. "What a chow hound," chortled Stewie waiting for Brian to start on the bacon. "I wonder if the glutton will even still be mobile the next time I see him." "I might not," answered Brian with a maw full of pancake. He swallowed that and then pulled the bacon closer. His paw reached into the basket and pulled out a greasy handful that he stuffed into his maw to gobble down. His other hand began to ready another greasy pile of bacon. Licking his paw clean he swapped his hands positions, the bacon ready hand stuffing his face and his empty paw grabbing more bacon. Like a machine he quickly consumed the vast quantity of bacon in minutes and gave his belly a satisfying pat upon it's completion. "Looks like we're going to have to bump you up another size," giggled Jasper seeing Brian's paunch press against his shirt and show his furry belly poking out and his doughy love handles poking out. "Does he go through clothes fast?" asked Peter as they got up to pay and take their leave of the diner. "At least once a month," explained Jasper. "And it's been three months so far. He only gets a few outfits and when it's just the two of us he usually doesn't wear anything." "Quite the life you're leading now," commented Stewie poking at Brian's fat side. "By the content, greasy smile on your face I'd say you are in a glutton's paradise." Brian answered with a fat jiggling belch. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"