Warning!!! This story contains Scat, Scat Eatting Weight Gain, Vore (Death), Paw Patrol Characters and Sexual Teasing. (Enjoy uwu)
Side Note: All Characters are 18+ and are just referred to as pups.

                                Pups Savor A Big Meal
                                                By, PoopyWolf

Part 1: Dinner plans for the pups
It was a nice sunny morning in Adventure Bay for the pups all playing and serving their community as they usually did in Adventure Bay. Chase was Redirecting traffic on the streets of the town and Zuma was out fishing on the Bay with Captain Turbot. Everest and Skye were having a girls day up on Jake's mountain after having a sleepover last night. They were telling secrets they would never tell the other members of the paw patrol like who they like, what they found attractive and dream things of that such. Rex was playing fetch with Rubble out in front of the lookout tower having a good laugh at one another's silly trip ups at catching the ball. All seemed present in Adventure bay except for three…Marshall, Rocky and Tracker who were at the top of the lookout tower all together planning something sure to disrupt the peace. “So Ryder is out today right?”Rocky asked towards Marshall who nodded in response. “Yes he’s out of town to get his ATV fixed! It couldn’t have been a better time for this.” The dalmatian said, licking his lips in anticipation. “I know right!” Chimed in tracker but in a  second fell on deaf ears too the entire conversation they had been having. “But uh…what was the plan again por favor?” Rocky sighed at his friend, and proceeded to again explain their plan. “We will invite all the guy members to the lookout tower and we're going to eat them when they come to our pup houses.” “Oooohh! Now I understand” Tracker said “Do I get to have Rex?” He asked “Of course! But I get dibs on Zuma's meaty butt.” Rocky fantasized about eating his best friend's big, juicy, plump labrador bottom and with the three pups now on the agenda it was time to put the plan into action on what was surely gonna be a day they would never forget.

The plan was going accordingly starting with Tracker who didn't have to go far like Rocky and Marshall had since Rex was right outside the tower with Rubble. He slid to a halt with Marshall and Rocky continuing their invitation messages and wore a friendly smile at Rex and Rubble. Rex dropped the ball in his mouth and licked Tracker. “Hi Tracker. Did you wanna play with us?” to which Tracker shook his head in dismissal “No gracias I actually wanted to invite you to my pup house tonight for a sleepover.”
“Can I come too!” barked Rubble with his excitement as usual. “Oh uh…no actually Rubble you can't come but maybe next time por favor.” “Oh..okay.” Said Rubble a bit disappointed but Rex happily accepted the invitation trap and rolled on his wheels. “Okay! I'll come though not sure why Rubble can't join, guess it is something you wanna do just with me?” To which Tracker replied with an almost maniacal smile. “Si just you it's a special sleepover. I'll see you then!” And with that Tracker walked off leaving Rex and Rubble to continue their game of fetch in the direction to his Jeep/Puphouse. He laid down on the pillows of his pup house while watching Rex knowing those wheels were gonna be hard to push out of his ass but he was a pretty big dog so it would be worth the grunting and shitting.

Rocky had a much easier time inviting Zuma over to his Pup house as Zuma liked hanging out with him and without hesitation the Brown labrador accepted when on his way back to the lookout with his catches after fishing. “Sure thing Dwude! I’d love a sleepover. “He took a fish out of the bucket with his mouth and began to eat it, his belly plumping out a nice smooth round as he consumed the yummy fish he had caught fresh. Rocky enjoyed watching him eat and so he ate with Zuma too and the two dogs dined on raw fish in the bucket getting chubbier with each one going into their gulets till they were nice and stuffed. Well..Zuma was but Rocky would be plenty hungry for later when he got that juicy pup in his belly and just hoped zuma would hold those fish down till then. “Mmmmmhhhh…that was so gwood” Said Zuma licking his lips and rubbing his belly while patting it. “It sure was!” Replied Rocky “And I know another good thing to eat during the sleep over but you'll have to wait.” He snickered playfully “Ooh boy I can;t wait to have it. See ya then dude!” And With that said Zuma got off his butt shaking the sand off of it and began to walk his way on over to the lookout tower to sleep off his big belly and have energy for the sleepover. Rocky hasn't moved yet because he got a nice good look at his bottom holding back the urge to run up and sniff it. He'd do it to Marshall later when Zuma would be digested by then, so with that thought he went his merry way up from the beach shore to the lookout tower splitting off from Zuma to have a nice nap in his pup house till the night came.

Marshall had gone across town to the street intersection where Chase had been redirecting traffic using his traffic cones and megaphone. The Dalmation stayed put and to his luck Chase noticed him almost immediately. “Ruff. Cones!” He barked out and a line of traffic cones came flying from his truck and onto a line in the road that put a stop to the traffic jam. The german shepherd walked up to Marshall when his duty was complete and greeted his friend. “Hey Marshall. What's up?” he asked and to which Marshall replied “I wanted to invite you to a sleepover at my pup house tonight! It's gonna be pawsome. Are you busy?” the Dalmation tilted his head. “Of course I’d love to Marshall. I'll be there tonight. What do you wanna do?” The cop asked which caught Marshall a little off guard, Chase was always a smart cookie and didn't do too many surprises. “Oh uuuh….I just can't sleep lately. That's all” He blushed and put his head down in embarrassment, seeming guilty.” “Oh I see. Don't worry Marshall, I'll keep you company and even bring pup treats.” Chase chimed hoping to make his seemingly upset friend feel better not knowing it was a ploy to get at his soft side. “Thanks Chase! You're a good friend. I'll see you tonight!” And with the invite set he ran off on the sidewalk back to the lookout, tripping on his legs only a few steps away from Chase for the Cop to laugh at hysterically. “Hahaha. Marshall….” Marshall laughed too before getting back up and making his way back to the tower as night began to fall. All three pups had their prey in the bag and within a few hours they were gonna be dining on some fine pups and getting full bellies.

Marshall Rendezvoused with Tracker and Rocky at their designated pup houses each feeling the growling bellies. “All set?” Marshall asked the two each already at their pup houses and laying down as the moon came out. Zuma, Rex and Rubble were all already in the lookout tower watching a movie while Chase was on his way making everyone excluding Rubble who would be staying in the tower accounted for. “Yup! And he ate fish. I'm gonna have a bigger belly than I already have! Hehe.” Replied Rocky in a  giggle. “Good!” Marshall responded by getting into his puphouse with Tracker already drooling out his mouth waiting for the hour to strike for his dinner to get here. They were all three in position laying flat on their bellies and now all they had to do was wait for each of their big fluffy sleepover guests to get here. 

Part 2: Bedtime snack
Rex looked at the time on the lookout tower wall seeing it was getting late and that Zuma was already on his way out to Rocky’s pup house.”Seems like he also got invited to a sleepover, but why didn’t we all just have one big one?” Rex couldn't help but think about it and just chose to ignore the logic for now. The dino pup made his way over to Trackers pup house that night and knocked before entering much to Trackers delight. “You're here! Perfecto '' The chihuahua said and with his teeth closed the pup house door behind Rex. Rex’s tail was wagging, happy to be spending time with tracker since he’s never seen him before. “Yup! So what do you wanna do Tracker? We have all night and I’m not too tired yet to really sleep. But staying up is the fun of sleepovers right?-'' and near the end of Rex’s sentence as Tracker was behind him he felt something sharp against his rear end and yelped. Turning around he saw Tracker had sunk his teeth into his hind quarters and was working his way up to his leg little by little much to the disabled dog's confusion and discomfort. “What are you doing?!” Demanded Rex but Tracker gave no response, eventually able to fit the whole lower half of Rex into his mouth, making his belly protrude out immensely from the whole delicious fluff he was consuming. Rex tried to get away but without his wheels and him already being half way in his friend's mouth he was powerless to stop it desperately grabbing onto the puphouse door while sniffling. Tracker's belly got more bigger than he had thought he was able to bulge out in a nice round plump oval as he scoffed down the squirming feisty dog. “Don't eat me please!” Rex whined, now finding himself neck deep down Tracker's throat, the teeth of the canine visible to him from a perspective he never thought he'd find himself in. Within a few minutes Tracker gagged and scoffed until the dog was no more and his gut pushed out against the back of the pup house. He had gained over at least a ton and was now finishing the job having the fluffy pup now fully in his belly. He and his wheels were not sitting too nicely though and were putting up quite a fight. He licked his lips and rubbed his gurgling full stomach feeling the front paw punches and squirms in his abdomen which made him start to snicker. “Mmmmmhh  delicioso. Don't worry Rex just stay in there and you'll turn out nice and easy in the end heehee!” Eventually after many feisty feelings in his weighted tummy, Tracker stopped feeling the movements in his gut. The aching ness of the meal not sitting right finally ceasing and now. A nice easy digest proceeded to commence. Tracker now laid on his back panting to catch his breath and with his huge belly touching the roof of the pup house he lifted his leg up and let out a rancid fart. Even without his amazing hearing he would have heard it from a mile away it was so loud and visibly came from his hole. “Ahhhhhh….buenas noches Rex” Tracker softly sighed letting out loud disgusting farts from his butt as he turned like a whale onto his side with his belly sloshing and hanging low to the floor. He started to close his eyes so he could go to sleep without remorse for what he did.

Marshall and Rocky both were in the same Pup house with Zuma and Chase approaching in the distance towards the two. When the Labrador and German Shepherd got into the pup house with the two hungry dogs Zuma was greeted by Rocky with a sniff of his bottom which made Zuma's tailwag though be it he blushed lightly. “Hehe. Okay dudes this is gonna be a fun sleepover!” Proposed Zuma to which Chase got next to Marshall who was licking his lips and seconded that. “Yeah. So what do you two wanna do first? This is Marshall's pup house after all.” That's when Marshall got behind Chase and Zuma, and Rocky stood opposite facing Zuma and Chase who weren't suspicious yet but were now not gonna get away. Then with a smirk making Chase feel a little uneasy Marshall pulled Chases hind legs to his mouth and began to eat Chase leaving Zuma horrified, but before he could even attempt to save Chase Rocky was a step ahead and proceeded to do the same thing with Zuma dragging his hind legs to his esophagus to proceed and vore him alive. “Rocky let me go!” “I don't wanna get eaten!” Cried the two pups but alas it was not what they wanted but what Marshall and Rocky wanted and within mere minutes both their bellies expanded  with the two dogs in their bellies banging and pawing against the stomach folds. They both got huge expanding guts touching each other with their tails wagging and faces in relief like they had eaten the best thing in their lives. There will be no more Paw patrol but it was worth it in their books because now they had big full bellies that would last them a lifetime. Marshall looked towards Rocky, his black dots bigger than his white floof as he sat rubbing his big belly full of Chase. “Ahhhh….I feel so much better.” “Me too” Responded Rocky “Too bad its just a one time thing. “The mixed breed pushed his paws against his belly, feeling Zuma in there and snickered. “Hehe. stay still so you can be digested quicker. “Marshall laughed and had his own comment as well to Chase. “Yeah you too chase. Or when you come out it's going in your four wheeler.” They both had a good laugh at each other's jokes and eventually the two ton pups started to feel groggy and their bellies well…less movement. “Yawwwwwwwn mmmh I think this sleepovers over Marshall.” Rocky said to the dalmatian lying on his side Marshall soon following along only his nose was against Rocky's farting rump in disgusting loud courses of fllllrrrrrrrrrrrrt “Yawn me too. Good night Rocky, and you too, Zuma.” Snickered the pup before closing his eyes. “Yeah you too buddy, good night Marshall and goodnight too you too Chase.” The mixed breed also snickered at the last comment before he found himself with the same heavy eyes as Marshall and they both passed out with sloshing big fluffy bellies.

During the night the rain had gotten heavier and thunder even louder, almost too ear aching for tracker to ignore while he tried to sleep. It was in such bad weather conditions like this there was a clear sign of bad omen amidst the tower. With core members of the team gone only a curse was destined to beseech Adventure Bay however a curse only brought upon those who have done the wrong deed. What would be in for the three pups the next morning would be shocking but very well deserved because when that storm had passed unbeknownst to them their hunger would never be satisfied.

Part 3: Baked Butt Breakfast
The next morning Tracker was the first one to wake up to the birds chirping and peace and quiet at last to his ears. He yawned, stretched and pushed himself from the pup house. However….his belly was stuck. He had eaten such a big meal it was practically dragging across the floor and so he had to grunt and strain to get free till he pooped out. He tumbled across the ground a few feet forward and came to a stop when back on all fours again. “Phew yawwwwwn” Tracker only he picked up on someone else yawning as well when he had stopped. It was Marshall and Rocky getting out groggily from their pup houses and his face didn't look too good when he got up out of bed. He looked almost desperate like he was holding in something huge that needed to come out and that's when it hit him in his own bowels as he crouched and felt his tailhole quiver at the mounds of poop he needed to let out. Marshall had the same Expression and he was the first to speak when all three were together and out of bed on this fine day, although it was a wet morning. “Morning guys. How'd you all sleep?” asked Marshall ``Muy bien. Pretty good Marshall. How about you, Rocky?” Tracker asked Rocky who visibly had a bathroom face on him. “Good….but guuuurrrgle oooooohhh…..I don’t think Zuma's sitting right….I'm about to poop whatever's left of him out right now.” Whined the Mix breed and immediately he slowly moved away from his pup house and slowly moved towards the lookout tower to dump his load. Tracker and Marshall also felt it as well Chase and Rex were both about to practically explode from their tail holes as Tracker's large ears folded and he followed Rocky in hot pursuit. “Oooohh” He groaned “wait for me.” he whined “Me too!” So did Marshall and so the three needy dogs took the lookout platform up to the top where they would dispose of their friends. When at the top of the tower they all stepped off the platform with Rubble nowhere too be seen. He must have gone to his pup house sometime last night which was a good thing as they would not want him to be witness to what they were all about to do. Rocky was the first one to pop a squat on the floor, his massive belly gurgling loudly and a wet shart escaping from his bottom leaving specs of brown on the floor. Tracker got next to him and Marshall got in between the Chihuahua making all three gassy butts connect side by side with one another. Their big bellies touched side by side as well and their tails slowly began to rise after a couple of last wet nasty farts making the lookout tower smell like an absolute dumpster fire. “Nggggghhhhhh” Marshall grunted feeling his tailhole along with Trackers begin to open up wide and with a nice juicy fat log of dog shit in its glory peering from inside such a wide pink pucker. Out it came along with Rocky’s and Trackers runny sloppy pushes of dog crap against the floor making it sleek and stained in brown while they all grunted and pooped. Rocky had it the worst like he had thought as he was almost constipated from how fat the turd was but he managed to push the big baked chocolate bar covered in a light brown diarrhea paste out of his butthole. The steamy loaf came out with an audible crackle and with even more push he finally pooped out the remains of zumma onto the floor in a  nice mushy dense dog poop that only he could make. He looked and felt so much relife seeing Marshall crap out Chase and Tracker having hershey diarrhea with Rex before a fat Juicy turd crackled out of his butthole and plopped onto the floor as well. It was as big as 4 feet. Rex had been quite the bigger dog out of every member in comparison. The huge turd steamed and as Tracker panted marshalls came out of his now brown dalmatian butt and it came out in a nice break at the middle. “Ahhhhhhh that feels so much bet- n…nggh..” Marshall didn't get to finish his Sentence as he felt his butt quiver again though less viratiously as he had shit out so much of chase. Then something blue and shiny crackled and slowly came out of his widened butthole. It was Chase’s pup tag and he sharted it out as it landed on top of the pile. “Ah. That's what it was.” “Marshall looked pleased and Tracker also felt Rex pup tag in his ass so he hovered his butt over the steaming pile of collective dog crap and pooped out Rex’s pup tag and Rocky did as well. 

Rocky took his time too slowly squeezing it out of his pink puckered brown tailhole as the orange strand to it slowly peered out of his butt and with a snicker he mockingly sharted it out and shitted on it again, making a nice warm smelly frozen yogurt swirl in the middle of Zuma’s dog pup tag as it steamed. He farted on it and looked at Marshall and Tracker who both looked better and much more relaxed except much too his and their surprises upon looking at each other not one of them lost even a pound of that weight. “Hmm. Why am I still muy grande? Very big.” Tracker seemed confused and both Marshall and Rocky wished they could answer as they were asking the same thing. “Don’t know but I'm getting hungry again. Maybe we can go to mister porters for some fruit?” Rocky suggested “yeah that sounds good!” Marshall replied and Tracker also agreed. “Si,Vamos guys!” or at least they would go but their stomachs wouldn't let them, not until they paid up what they owed as each of them stepping foot on the platform for some reason caused their stomachs to churn and start hurting in hunger pangs. They just thought they must have really been hungry but every step they took it just got unbearably worse. “Oooooh..my stomach.” Rocky groaned and eventually stopped trying to leave, soon joined by Tracker and Marshall who also stopped. “You're right. It just hurts when we try to go.” Replied Tracker. “But what are we gonna do?” Marshall asked and they all were stumped.

For a while they all seemingly didn't know what to do until it dawned on them. The huge pile of dog poop they each collectively pitched in, in making by squeezing a fat one out of their butts had for some reason started to smell intoxicating and nearly unbearable to be near but at this point what choice did they have being. “Mmmmhh” Went Rocky in awe at his own shit and upon sniffing it up close causing Marshall to tilt his head Rocky gagged and coughed. “Bleh! Yuck! B-but so…hungry.” Marshall and Tracker watched in shock and in disgust as Rocky began to eat his own poop, chewing the log with his eyes closed and trying not to think about it too hard. He swallowed and his stomach bulged out heavily making him even fatter.”Ewwwwww Rocky I think I'm gonna be sick.” Tracker nearly vomited but seeing as his stomach was roaring as well he soon realized that Rocky was only the first one to start doing what had to be done. So Tracker proceeded to come up behind Rocky's bottom receiving a wet fart into his face that his nose sniffed and wretched at. He got next to the mix breed with Marshall following up in between and soon they all found themselves eating their own steamy fat logs of dog poop they had just pushed out their anus’s. Marsh bit and took on mouthfuls of the load he made and because it was so mushy a lot stained on his white fur making it a white no longer.

They each got fatter and gained Weight as they ate their shit and left out the brown smelly pup tags as they ate. This was their punishment for having vored their friends and a fitting one at that, they would be reliving the feeling of eating and poop them out like trash anywhere they pleased over and over again. As Marshall at his he found himself having gotten so big his belly was that of a whales and he could barely get off his feet. A wet fart came out of his bottom as Rocky and Tracker ate and ate till they all were almost too fat to move. Rocky's gray fur has stained brown. He fit more with his Recycling truck now with the green slimy brownish butt treats all around his lips and under his eyes. He had really dug into Zuma and his ears were folded. Tracker finished off his own poop as well having gotten shit all over his paws and the roof of his snout alongside the clumsy Marshall. When the meal was over they each took a step towards the lookout towers platform and their stomachs still hurt when they tried to leave. “Nnnggh….this feels awful…I don't think I can keep eating my own poop like this.” They had finished their meal but not the appetizer which was their victims pup tags. They each ate them and swallowed them and almost immediately their stomach began to growl. They each looked at each other with worried concerned eyes. “How long do you think we'll stay eating like this and gaining more weight?” Tracker asked looking up to Marshall as well as Rocky looking up to his friend. “Probably a little while..maybe when Ryder gets back he can break the curse. Without us getting caught of course on what happened to the team…” He said in a low, almost regretful voice since they were now cursed to keep eating their own shit and possibly even more things. “Agreed..” Said Rocky and with that The three friends turned around with the tails slowly hiking up without them even feeling it having to slide their huge bellies towards the lookout platform they each got wide eyed. Their tail holes opened and a wet fart came out as well as a crackling. “No no no no!” Rocky grunted and pushed, feeling his Zuma pile slowly sliding and snacking out of his butt. Tracker felt the same pressure in his bowles only he had a little more to spare as he Marshall and soon Rocky all started to void their bowels and bladder onto the platform making a leaking running puddle that dripped down as they descended. They were all pooping out a fresh even more solid turd that crowned out of their butts again. “I hope soon…this is starting to be a pain in the butt.” Marshal couldn't help but snicker while trying to poop getting a laugh out of Tracker as well.

It certainly wouldn't be the same without the Paw Patrol for a while but at least some god or prophet out there saw their dirty deeds and now they were gonna be doing that dirty deed for a long time. Surely they would get used to it after all Rocky thought it was at least better than being wet… When the three Amigos all pooped out from their pink brown puckering buttholes they used to be friends they all licked each other's bottoms clean. Rocky couldn't help but moan at the smell of Marshall's widened brown dirty ass and lick his mess with Marshall taking it well and having his butt hiked up. He moaned as he got his butthole licked by his friend and Rocky’s hole got licked by Tracker as Tracker's tail wagged. They all got each other clean of their own feces and with a dirty mouth went to wash off clean in Adventure Bays Ocean. “Mmmmhh…You know your tailhole was really nice to lick Marshall. “Thank you Rocky.” Marshall thanked and as they got there unsurprisingly Marshall booked it despite having a four ton belly along with his friends and that resulted in him tripping as usual into the watery shore line. “Hehe Marshall!” Both Rocky and Tracker said as they laughed and moved their gurgling bellies in a nice sag up to where Marshall had fallen feeling the nice cool refreshing water on their lighter brown butts. “Ahhhh this feels fantástico” Said Tracker who farted in the water making bubbles for the fat Marshall and Rocky too laugh at. Rocky did one better and ripped ass into the water as well. Only it wasn't just that…the water also turned very yellow and they could see his shaft stick up. “Rocky, you're pissing in the water trying to get clean, remember?” Said Marshall “Yeah I know but this just feels soooo fllllrrrrrrrrrrt ahh..nice.” They all three had a laugh taking turns farting and peeing in the ocean making big wet ones while their massive bellies got wet. They all collectively got clean somehow despite the water smelling and feeling of dog piss and when they got out their fluffy rumps shined. They shook off dry but got some water droplets on each other with some of the shakes. Now with their scat being digested and within hours they were going to shit again they all looked at each other. Rocky was the lead to Mr. Porters with him shaking his butt at Tracker to catch up. “Last one there eats my shit!” and with that Tracker and Marshall took off running after him in a heated race to not be last to the store. Surely they would all be caught on why they got so big and where Chase, Zuma and Rex were but as it stood now they were gonna be shitting and eating and shitting and eating for a long long time.