Jake watched the chubby akita pup wolf down his burger. His girlfriend had recently gotten a new job, and her long hours left him to watch her son after school. After three days of sitting home watching t.v., Jake decided that they should go out. They were at the mall now, and 'little' Ryan had just finished his last of three double-pattied cheese monsters.The evidince was dripping down his chins. 

Jake was hard, under the table.

"Let's get you cleaned up, pal."

He reached forward with a napkin, doing his best to wipe the grease clean. Ryan smiled up at him, panting lightly. His clean face was of little consequence, though. Large stains still peppered his shirt. Following Jake's gaze, Ryan noticed them.

"Oh...."

Jake smiled.

"Come on, Rye. We'll get you a new one."

They scooted away from the table - Ryan had a bit of trouble standing - and tossed their refuse. They made their way to a chothing department, and browsed for men's sized shirts. While the called Ryan chubby, the reality of his weight was a little more sinister. He weighed nearly two hundred and thirty pounds, and children's shirts were far from adequate. 

Jake pulled a shirt off of the rack and smiled. It was large, white, and had the words "Big Dog" stenciled on the front.

"How 'bout this one, Rye?"

Ryan looked at the shirt, slowly reading the caption.

"B... Big Dog?"

Jake reached out, smiling, and rubbed Ryan's ear.

"That's right, kiddo. A Big Dog shirt for my big, big dog."

Ryan gave a shy little smile and nodded. 

"Great. Let's head to the changing room."

Ryan took the lead, and he followed close behind. The boy's shorts had slipped slightly, and Jake couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at his shapely behind. His large love handles didn't escape his eye either, rolling left and right with his wide, rolling steps. He was stirring again. He looked around at the clothing stands, trying to keep his mind busy. He spotted something and stopped in front of a shelf.

"Jake?"

Ryan had stopped as well.

"It'll only take a moment, Rye, go ahead and find an open room."

As Ryan waddled on ahead, Jake grabbed the packed he was eyeing and smiled.

He rounded the corner and entered the changing room Ryan had selected. The chubby pup stood flat against the wall, placed his finger at the top of his head, and turned around, and cried out gleefully. 

"Four foot eleven!"

Jake lauged as he closed the door. There was a measuring diagram on the wall.

"My big dog's getting bigger!"

Jake placed the shirt and package on the bench.

"Alright, buddy. Strip down for me, okay?"

Ryan pulled at the bottom of his shirt, and his impressive belly came into view. He struggled a little getting it over his head, but after a bit of a dance (to Jake's delight) he finally managed. He stopped short at the hem of his shorts. 

"These too?"

Jake nodded.

"I have some undies I'd like you to try."

He sat on the bench and watched the pup slowly pulled down his shorts. Jake took the package in his hands and tore the cellophane. He ran his finger down the soft, velvety fabric as Ryan's tight-fitting undies slid to his feet. 

"Here, Rye. Try these on."

Ryan took the underwear in his pudgy paw. They were bright pink with short, white frill along the seams. 

"Jake... aren't these for girls?"

Jake smiled and shook his head.

"Nope. These are for boys, kiddo. The colors are just for fun."

Ryan unfolded them, the soft fabric brushing nicely on his paw pads. 

"Th... there's a big hole in the back...."

Jake was had unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs. He winked at the pup.

"That's for fun, too."

Ryan put a leg through, then another. He started sliding them on as Jake slid his off.

"Are you goanna try undies on, too?"

Jake watched the the soft fabric slide up the pup's legs.

"Kind of."

Jake unbottoned his shirt and let it lay open. He leaned back on the bench, taking in Ryan's new underwear. They didn't quite make it all the way up his thighs, and his love handles hung delicately over the sides. From the front they looked like regular briefs, albeit pink and a bit stretched.

"They feel good, kiddo?"

Ryan ran a hand down his hip, and looked down at the underwear. 

"Yeah... they're so soft...."


"Good! Come over here real quck, Rye."

He was leaned back on the bench, his chest exposed and his member standing tall.

"Jake?"

He reached forward for the pup's hand.

"Climb up on my lap, hon. I wanna try those undies out."

Ryan hesitantly took Jake's hand. 

"O... okay...."

He helped the chubby akita climb up, and felt nearly crushed under his weight. 

"Oof... here, wrap your legs around me..."

"Like this?"

"... yeah, like that...."

He could feel the soft fabric slide against his groin. He put one hand in the small of Ryan's back, for support, resting on a plump love handle. The other ventured lower, his palm rested on the sleek underwear and his fingers reached past the missing back, gently squeezing his furry bum. Ryan was panting audibly. Even though he wasn't leaning forward, his belly still pressed against Jake's.

"Are they snug?"

Ryan nodded, his hands resting on Jake's shoulders. Jake's member brushed lightly against the soft, exposed fur on Ryan's massive behind. 

"Jake?"

Jake slowly pushed the pup lower into his lap.

"This feels weird...."

His member slipped up into the back of the pink underwear, nearly enfolded by the pup's soft cheeks. 

"Don't worry, hon..."

He was nearly panting himself.

"... it won't take long."

He gently pushed upward, and his head slid farther into Ryan's cheeks. 

"Rock a little bit, okay?"

Ryan leaned forward a bit. Jake's cock slid back out of the akita's bum, still trapped between the pup's cheeks and the underwear.

"L... like this?"

He leaned backward again, farther than before, and Jake slipped deeper between the globular buttocks. They were soft and supple, but constricted together by the tight underwear. His head brushed the base of Ryan's tail.

"Yeah, hon, just like that!"

He squeezed Ryan's ass, his other hand guiding the pup forward and back. They panted heavily, sweat running down Ryan's face. The pup pressed into Jake again and again. Every time Ryan pressed forward, he could feel the pup's belly mold aroung his own. Ryan's pudgy face was pressed against Jake's chest, and he could feel hot breath against his shoulder as the pup panted. 

"Wait, hon, wait...."

There was a desperation in his voice.

"Jake?"

"Up and down. Bounce for me."

Ryan did as he was told, slowly at first, but he quickly picked up speed. His frame bounced with him, his chest and belly shuddered, hist love handles compressed and rebounded. Jake squeezed one, the soft flesh molding between his fingers. His other hand squeezed the pup's rump, the soft fur now damp with sweat. His cock speared between Ryan's cheeks repeatedly, the soft, constricted buns holding him tightly. He gave the akit's rolls another squeeze and cried out. He erupted into the pup's rump, up against the base of his tail. 

They were still, panting heavily. Jake smooched the slick side of Ryan's rolling cheek. Ryan could feel something sticky oozing between his cheeks. Jake helped him to his feet and rustled his hair.

"I think they call that a hotdog. Or something."

"A hotdog?"

Ryan's tail started wagging. Jake laughed as he pulled on his underwear.

"Sure, we can get a hotdog. Maybe two."

***

They exited the mall, Ryan holding a greasy hotdog in each hand. His new shirt was already messy. Jake watched him as he walked. His shorts had slipped again, and the frilly underwear were visible.

"Do you like your knew undies?"

Ryan nodded, smiling, and took another bite.

"Great! They fit you perfectly."