Sundown on the beach of Frontier Bay, a chocolate labrador puppy and a golden retriever puppy were leaving. Zuma, the chocolate labrador, was dressed in a t-shirt, a backwards cap, and had a whistle hanging from around his collar. Zephyr, the chubby golden pup, wasn't wearing anything besides his collar. It was the last day of summer, and Zuma wrapped up his lifeguard duty for the year. While he might be young, Zuma was trained well for his job. This year had been pretty easy with no emergencies on the beach. Leaving Zuma to spend most of it sitting by and eating whatever treats his boyfriend Zephyr brought everyday. And being a big eater, Zephyr always had some food with him. All that idle snacking led to Zuma getting a small belly. Zephyr gave Zuma's belly a nudge with his paw. "Heehee, where did this come from?" Zephyr had an effeminate voice and look about him. Zuma blushed and grimaced. "Dude... It's your fault. I can't believe I managed to gain weight during the summa'time. I ate too much ice cream this year." Zuma's demeanor was that of a young surfer dude. Zephyr stood back and looked Zuma over, but Zuma just walked away towards the cliffside tower they called home. "I gotta lose this before next summ'a." Zuma said. Zephyr trotted after him. "Don't gotta w'ush it, ya got nine months until next year. And I think it looks cute on you." Zuma smiled briefly as they entered the Lookout and took the elevator down to the home floor. "Thanks dude, but I don't wanna feel like a lard butt all year long." He bumped into Zephyr's side to let him know that he meant no offense to his bottom-heavy boyfriend. As they ate their dinner kibble the labrador spoke with Chase, a well-built german shepherd pup and their leader, about dieting to lose weight. Chase was happy to give advice and even offered to coach Zuma for a couple months. As Zephyr listened in he felt like Zuma should be happier with his body than he was. Afterall, he was definitely cuter with a little pudge. Zephyr just needed a way to convince Zuma to see things his way. Over the next few weeks, Zephyr used his free time to come up with ideas and strategies. The golden retriever pup could brew any number of potions to make his boyfriend fatter, but none of them would actually change Zuma's mind. Zephyr could bake his boyfriend a buncha different treats to tempt him off of his diet, but that already wasn't working. Zuma staunchly refused any sweets Zephyr offered. Not even chocolate frosted chip brownies could tempt him. The perfect solution came while he was surfing online adult shops on his tablet. One shop advertised 'Custom Hypnosis Audio Tracks. Bring your kinkiest fantasies to life.' Intrigued, he looked around the storefront wonderimg if the hypnotist would really work. Zephyr messaged the hypnotist, explaining that he wanted an audio track for his boyfriend who was a newbie gainer having trouble with a small appetite. The hypnotist said they could definitely do it, despite it being a new kink for them to work with. In the discussion in which barely anything of what he said was true, Zephyr explained that his boyfriend also enjoyed puppy play and would like that included. The hypnotist didn't need to know that the track was for actual puppies, so this should work quite well! A week later and Zephyr had the audio downloaded to his tablet. He was feeling excited and had no issues with hypnotizing Zuma, Zephyr was certain he'd get his boyfriend to enjoy this. Zephyr slept with Zuma and waited until the labrador was sound asleep. Then he pulled out his tablet and played the hypnosis track. It started off prompting the listener to relax and meditate. It spoke in a gentle purposeful tone which nearly put Zephyr himself to sleep. Then the audio started addressing the pups and improving their appetite. "I understand you are watching your weight and eating less than you'd like. It's okay to feel hungry. A snack will satisfy you. You're a very good boy, you deserve a treat. You're a hungry boy, feel your stomach grumble for food and eat another treat. So hungry, good boy. You want to eat. Eat until your cute belly is full and you are happy. You love to eat, so have another treat." The audio more or less looped for 15 minutes, then Zephyr groggily put away his tablet when it was over. Zuma smacked his lips in his sleep, that was so cute. The hypnotist said it could take several days before the hypnosis had an effect, so Zephyr played the track every night through the week. After he was sure it must've worked, he went back to tempting Zuma into indulging. Zephyr whipped up a smoothie in the kitchen, easily made with his telekinesis, and carried it to the gym where Zuma was on the treadmill with Chase standing by. "Heyo bud! I brought you a w'efreshing dw'ink." Zephyr said. When Zephyr walked up Chase intercepted. "Wait a moment. He's still on his diet, what's in that shake?" "It's just a stw'awberry and banana smoothie." Zephyr coyly said. "Perfectly healthy." Zuma got off the treadmill as it slowed down and stared at the bottled smoothie floating beside the golden retriever, but Chase still stood in the way. "You've been trying to get Zuma off of diet for the past month and a half." Chase said. "And you think I've done something to this? Like maybe I mixed a potion in?" Zephyr teasingly floated the bottle in front of Chase. "If I had done that, your nose would certainly be able ta tell." Chase popped the lid open with his teeth and sniffed at the smoothie. "Hmm... Okay, it's safe." The german shepherd pup stepped aside and let Zuma come forward to grab and drink the smoothie. "Like I would ever tw'ick my boyfriend." Zephyr giggled. Zuma put the smoothie down for a moment. "Dude! That's exactly the kinda thing you would do." Zephyr scoffed and turned his head to the side. "If I ever do, it's only because I know you'd have fun with it too." "I'm watching you Zephyr." Chase said. "Zuma's made excellent progress and lost all the weight he'd gained." Zephyr shrugged his shoulders. "Purge and binge. It happens. Whenever I go on a strict diet, I always gain twice my weight back." "Zuma's not a glutton like you are though." Chase said. "Well then there's no cause for concern." Zephyr kissed Zuma, his smoothie now finished. "Zuma's a good boy." He was counting on that phrase being a trigger-word for the hypnosis. Zuma enjoyed the smoothie but was still feeling hungry after his workout. So he followed Zephyr outside and out of Chase's earshot. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have another healthy snack for me, would you?" His belly grumbled slightly in preparation. "I might..." Zephyr pulled out a few multi-coloured dog biscuits and Zuma snatched them up and ate them in a flash. Zephyr didn't want to push his luck quite yet, so he let Zuma go back inside without tempting him again. *** Every night Zephyr played the audio track, and everyday Zephyr made sure he was eating something in front of Zuma. Bringing fast food into the home floor's hub room, freshly baked cupcakes as they watched TV or playfully juggling biscuits in the yard. Zephyr would never outright offer to share. Zuma catch the scent and would stand at a distance debating with himself on whether he wanted some food for himself. He told Zephyr he just wanted a nibble out of his half-eaten cupcake, but ended up eating the whole thing. A few fries was always a whole serving. And he'd run after the dog biscuits Zephyr threw across the yard, the excercise justified eating the treats once he caught them. Whenever Zuma gave in to his appetite, Zephyr was sure to call him a good boy. Hearing those words made Zuma happy, but also seemed to make him strangely hungrier. He had to try so hard to not eat around his chubby boyfriend, but even so Zuma noticed his weight returning to his post-summer size by the end of November. And Zephyr was getting fatter too. Having to juggle his strategy with maintaining his own weight goals was hard, and he needed to brew potions to slow his weight gain. During the November harvest feast, Zephyr saw no harm in letting Zuma have one of those potions just once, afraid of the feast somehow giving away his strategy. He had to maintain the illusion of Zuma's self-control. December saw Zephyr baking treats to deliver to various different holiday events and parties throughout the town, and he roped Zuma into taste-testing everything. Zuma was happy to help, and even offered to eat anything Zephyr burnt, and Zephyr might've burnt a few on purpose. It felt nice to fill his tummy up so often, but he also felt bad when by the end of December he was even fatter. His cheeks were rounding out, neck softening around his blue collar, and his legs felt squishy when he walked. Zuma's little puppy belly began approaching his knees, just enough to it swayed a little as he walked. New Year's Eve, Zephyr was giving his bashful boyfriend belly rubs and kisses in the bedroom. "You're so cute!" Zephyr licked at Zuma's slightly sweaty belly. Zuma had been on the treadmill after dinner and was now laying back against a cushion on his bedroom wall. "Duuude... I gotta lose this weight somehow. I can't even see my dick anymore." Zuma tried pulling his belly up and to the sides, but his dick never came into his view. "You can still w'each it though, w'ight?" Zephyr said. The brown pup released his belly and stretched a foreleg around it, grabbing the head. "Just barely. "Don't fw'et bud. I haven't been able ta w'each my dick in years." Zephyr laughed. The golden pup's eyes went to half-mast. "I can always w'each it for you." Zephyr crouched down and started gingerly licking Zuma's member, already erect. "Zeph'a, you should be helping me lose weight. You have potions for this. Though I don't know if a potion is enough to stop my appetite. I don't even know why I'm eating so much." "You're enjoying yourself. Don't really need anymore w'easons than that." Zephyr stopped licking and pulled out some dog biscuits. "It's not New Year's yet, we still have time to snack before your new year's resolution." Zuma pushed aside the biscuits with his foot. "I'm not hung'wy." He said that, but he was clearly drooling as he looked away. Zephyr patted Zuma's belly and thought for a moment about how to approach this. "I guess I'm just gonna hafta eat all of these myself." Zephyr moved over and started nibbling on the treats, glancing over occasionally to see Zuma watching and swallowing back drool. Zephyr made his way through the small pile until only one was left. "Dude, stop! I-I want the last one..." Zuma said. Zephyr happily grabbed it in his mouth and gave it to Zuma. He gobbled it up, and regretted waiting so long now that the treats were gone. *** Zuma tried doubling down on his diet and excercise with the new year, and it seemed to be working. Waddling around playing his favorite games in the snow with Skye and Everest was good excercise, but it worked up his appetite. And Zephyr was always nearby snacking on something he just had to have a bite of. Zephyr would float the treats just out of reach of the panting pup, making him beg for it first. Zephyr had been thrilled at how much he could get round labrador to eat lately, but this resolution business threatened all the gains they had made. Zuma had hit a plateau and stopped gaining weight. The goberian needed to figure out how to get him over it before he started losing weight again. If only he'd realize how much fun being fat can be. Zephyr decided to record his own hypnosis audio. It was winter and no-one was on the beach, so he thought having the waves crashing in the background would help put Zuma at ease. He mimicked the relaxation part from the previous audio, which was redundant since Zuma would already be asleep but whatever, and wrote himself a script for the hypnosis part. That night he waited again for Zuma to fall asleep before playing the new audio recorded in Zephyr's kind, effeminate voice. "You're a good boy, a hung'wy puppy. There's no need to worry, fill your tummy with sweet treats. The treats are tasty and make you feel nice and cozy. Good boy, so soft and heavy. You love it when you're eating. You love what eating does for your big body. Eat another treat, yummy chocolate. Feel how soft and fat you're becoming, you love being fat and heavy. Good puppy, hung'wy boy. Whenever your belly grumbles, you wanna w'each for more food. All you need now is to eat your fill, you deserve it. You wanna be big, you want more fat." Zephyr looped that part for 15 minutes before ending the audio. A few days later, Zephyr layed down on his belly and waited for Zuma to come through on his way to the gym. The golden pup layed his head on a paw when he saw Zuma. "You've been doing so well keeping up with your New Year's resolution, I baked ya a cake." Zephyr pulled out a chocolate cake and floated it towards Zuma. "You didn't have to do that dude." Zuma eyed the cake and smelled the rich frosting in the air. The pudgy lab swallowed the drool in his mouth. "You, uhh, w'eally didn't have to do that... My diet." "You've been such a good boy, you deserve a treat. Take this as your cheat day." Zephyr put the cake on the carpet. Zuma's belly growled as he instinctively took a step forward, close enough that he could stretch his neck out and reach the cake if he wanted. It was a big cake, large enough for the whole team to have a slice. Zuma had an appetite, sure, but not enough to eat the whole thing he reasoned. Another belly grumble muddled his mind and pushed him to take another step towards the cake. He needed to excercise, but it smelled sooo good. Before he realized it, Zuma was face first into the cake. Zephyr must've used some rare chocolate because it tasted phenomenal! "I know what you're trying to do *homf* I'm just gonna have one slice's worth *nom nom* then you can eat the w'est. *homf, smack-mck" Zuma didn't even notice what he was doing, and within a few minutes he managed to fit the whole cake into his stomach. Zephyr wagged his tail, delighted at how effective that was. Zuma stared down at the chocolate crumbs left on the carpet, shocked at his behavior, then looked up at his smiling boyfriend. Zephyr looked so pleased with Zuma, and all he had to do was eat cake... Zuma's tail slowly started to wag. "D-did I do good?" Zuma blushed sheepishly. An unusual calm overtook his shock, he felt like he was waking up from a good nap. "Heehee, you did very good bud! Such a good boy." Zephyr hopped up and hugged Zuma, rubbing and patting his soft back. Zuma felt a strange sense of pride and returned the hug. They let go after a moment. "What kinda chocolate did you use? It was so w'ich!" "Oh just re- it was a w'are find." Zephyr stopped himself short of admitting it was ordinary stuff. Seemed like maybe the hypnosis has given Zuma a heightened sweet tooth. "Ooh, I hope you can find some more someday. Just not too soon, I can't be eating like this." He pat his belly and groaned. The cake hung heavily in his stomach as Zuma went to the gym. Chase asked what had taken him so long, and Zuma lied even though he was sure his trainer could smell the chocolate on his breath. The treadmill workout felt sluggish as his body focused his energy on digesting all that cake. Zuma was almost grateful that his fat belly hid any bulge the big cake might've made in it. In fact, Zuma was sure his belly could hide any number of treats. Zuma grew curious to find out what Zephyr would be eating each day, and drooled whenever he thought about food. Zephyr reassured him that Chase would never find out, as long as he ate a breathmint before his gym sessions. So Zuma always had a snack before gym, and a smoothie afterwards. His gym sessions were getting harder and harder, and he found himself thinking about the smoothies to get him through the workouts. Maybe not eating six cupcakes and eight dog biscuits before hand would've made things easier, but he couldn't bring himself to eat any less. Zuma felt at ease when he was eating, a sense of extreme comfort washed over him. Even if he did feel guilty afterwards, at least he felt great in the moment. And as Zephyr gradually changed the smoothies into gainer shakes, Zuma's weight finally began going up again in March, after two months of plateauing. His daily binges left him slow and mildly lethargic. His back steadily grew heavier on his spine, his belly hung lower around his knees, and his butt grew and begun to sag around his bloated hind legs. But Zuma found himself enjoying the feeling of himself getting larger, of his double chin and growing neck pushing into his collar a little bit tighter everyday. Rocky liked to tease Zuma as the pup got bigger, but it was loving teasing as Zuma and Rocky were also dating. With comments like, "Watch out guys, there's a whale in the hallway!" and "Paw Patrol's on a roll, but not as much as Zuma. Just look at these rolls!" Rocky meant no harm, and Zuma tried to not feel offended. Zuma knew he needed to lose it all before June and his lifeguard duties resumed. The teasing was a good reminder of how urgent it was becoming. Zephyr wasn't able to keep the weight off of himself either. The once chubby puppy was becoming huge with his daily binges with Zuma. He was only meaning to tempt his boyfriend, but that meant eating unnecessary snacks himself. Zephyr's whole body blimped out, but not as much as his butt did. The golden pup's rump was round and cumbersome now, a misstep while standing up and the jiggling mass could send Zephyr tumbling to the ground. Zuma and Zephyr just laughed whenever that happened. Whenever Chase called them to dinner, the bloated pair rolled themselves off of the beanbags and dragged their bellies into the dining room where the others had already finished by the time they got there. The paltry amount of kibble waiting for them after the arduous trek left Zuma's belly feeling as empty as it was before dinner. So everyday Zuma would go outside and awkwardly climb into his hovercraft to get something greasy from a restaurant in town, until one day he got too big. Squeezing his butt into the singular seat meant it pressed firmly into the sides. His belly pressed into the wheel unless he sucked it in the whole drive. The hardest part though was turning his vehicle on, his paws had become fat too and his pink pads swollen. He frustratingly kept pressing multiple buttons on the console when he only needed the one. Zuma spent ten minutes trying to get his craft to start, all the while struggling with the thoughts of needing to lose weight, needing to eat until he was full, enjoying how his paw squished against the console, and knowing that Zephyr was behind all of this. He never had this much trouble with self-control before, Zephyr must've done something. His tummy growled loudly and Zuma's thoughts snapped back to how hungry he was. "Darn it! I'm so hung'wy!" He slammed a big paw into the console a couple times before giving up. After letting his heavy foreleg rest he pushed himself up and out of his seat, and half-rolled out of his hovercraft, tumbling to the asphalt with a gentle thud. Zuma hauled his bulk back inside and laid down in his bedroom. His belly growled and the brown lab rolled over onto his back, cradling his belly. "I know tummy. I need food, but you're too big!" Another grumble followed. "I wanna eat, but I can't dw'ive to get it. I'd ask Zephyr except he's too fat to dw'ive too..." Zuma had a big craving for burgers and shakes. He splayed his limbs out and sighed in frustration. Then his door slid open. "Heyo, who's a good boy!" Zephyr waddled in and plopped his butt down in between Zuma's legs. Zuma had a nice pair of balls, but Zephyr thought they looked comically small compared to the lab's meaty thighs. The golden retriever placed a heavy paw down onto Zuma's belly and saw how far it sunk into his boyfriend's flab. "Hey dude, I hope you bw'ought food. I'm starving." Zuma worried again about how out of control he was, but he really was starting to feel like he was starving. "Of course I did!" Zephyr wagged his tail and pulled out four bags of fast food. "All of this is for you." Zephyr shuffled over to push Zuma onto his belly and turn around to face the meal. And also pulled out a carrier with four chocolate shakes. Zuma flailed around as he was rolled over, desperate to start eating as soon as he could. The scents of the very things he was craving filled the air. The hungry puppy dug into the bags and ripped open burgers, relishing the flavours of grease and cheese sliding over his tongue. All his concerns about his boyfriend fattening him up were replaced by the joy of eating with abandon. Zephyr enjoyed watching as Zuma stuffed himself with the food he brought. Zuma was tranced out the whole time, an odd dazed look in his eyes that Zephyr couldn't ever get used to. Zephyr didn't dare speak a word when Zuma was like this, partly out of fear of breaking the trance, and partly out of fear of making things worse. Zuma finished the first bag and popped open a shake, dipping his muzzle in and slurping it all up. The chocolate refreshed his palette so he could chow down on nuggets and fries. He was wagging his tail joyfully as his stomach was getting fuller and fuller. The second bag done, and the second shake close behind it. Zuma licked his lips *Brrupp*. He couldn't tell if he was full or not. Placing a paw on his tummy, it was stuffed, but not enough yet. He could eat more, he deserved to eat more. He tore open the next bag and continued to eat. Zephyr found Zuma's behavior so erotic. His fat dick hardening, being pushed backwards by his belly made him sit in a slightly awkward position with his belly pushed forward. The pup regretted getting so fat that he couldn't mount Zuma in this moment. He would have to wait until Zuma was done eating and ask him for a blowjob. Zuma chowed down until all the food and shakes were gone. He looked around at the empty bags and gradually came out of his trance, panting from the pressure in his stomach. "Oh yeesh... *Brrruuupp*! I overate again. *hahh, hahh*" Zephyr stood up and waddled over the bags to get in front of Zuma. "That was hot." Zephyr rolled over and displayed his dick in the air. "Ready for just a little bit more?" The golden retriever pup slapped his belly enticingly with paws even fatter than Zuma's. "Hahh... I don't know dude. *brrp*" Zuma stared at his boyfriend. Zephyr was adorable, and was definitely meant to be fat, unlike himself. But Zephyr was responsible for all this overeating. Zephyr noticed the look on Zuma's face, his squinted yellow eyes didn't look pleased. Worried that he'd taken things too far, Zephyr thought about what he needed to do. He rolled himself back over, Zuma helped him up. "Alrighty, you w'oll over and I blow you instead." Zephyr pushed Zuma over, and the chocolate labrador splayed his legs apart. Zuma's dick was half-erect already when Zephyr got to teasing his balls and kneading his belly. "Good boys get special treatment." At those words, Zuma's mind almost snapped back to feeling hungry though at this point he really was too full. Why was he thinking about food again now? He let his boyfriend blow him off, the labrador needed the release. "Zeph'a, you gotta be honest with me. Why am I eating so much?" Zephyr started feeling hot from embarrassment. He knew he'd get this question eventually, kinda expected Zuma to push it sooner. Zephyr slowly licked the cum off his lips while he thought about his answer. "I know you did something, everyone knows." Zuma's tone suggested he was mad, but he didn't want to be. Zephyr felt ashamed. He needed to turn this situation around... Zephyr sat up and scooted over to look Zuma, still laying down, in the eye. That round, brown face pleaded for answers. "I might've been, um, trying to get you to see the fun with being big." Zephyr was blushing hard. "That's not an answer..." Zuma said. Zephyr scratched his cheek with a clawless digit. "Ehh... Hyp-hypnosis. Almost every night since October. But! You always look like you're having so much fun..." "Dude... Really?" Zuma sighed. He rubbed his belly, heavy on top of him. This thing had become so cumbersome. Looking at his big paw, digits so fat that they only bent part of the way as he flexed them. "There's so much more of you to love now." Zephyr lifted a heavy foreleg and begun rubbing Zuma's tummy, his paw sinking into flesh and soothing Zuma's bloated gut. Zuma felt pleasure from his boyfriend's touch, having his fat rubbed and caressed as Zephyr got more into it. Zephyr alternated between long rubs across his whole belly and gentle jiggles, sending ripples across his belly and around his sides. Zuma allowed himself to relax and enjoy it. He didn't want to stay mad at Zephyr, he couldn't stay mad when honestly he was feeling pretty good right now. He loved Zephyr and knew that Zephyr loved him the same. "I'm guessing you only did this because you thought it'd be fun for us both?" Zuma asked. "Yeah. That's what I've been getting at." "Mmm..." Zuma closed his eyes and thought about staying like this an obese puppy who couldn't control himself. He didn't know if it was the hypnosis or not, but the thought was exciting. He had to admit that eating had become a whole new experience, and it was a pleasant one. "Hypnosis, yeah?" Zuma opened his eyes. "I don't like that you tw'icked me into it, but MAYbe it's not so bad. Now that I know about it, I wonder what else we can do with it." Zephyr let out a quick breath of relief. Zuma wasn't mad anymore. "Well... I have been looking into it more, and while I've nev'a gone to school for it I did w'ecord the second audio myself. Seemed to work pretty well too." "Where'd you get the first tw'ack?" "Came across it while shopping for a new dildo. Some person doing custom tw'acks. Told them we were adults doing puppy play, so they kept saying 'good boy' over and over again." "Ahhhh... That's why that phrase makes me hung'wy. Oof, at least when I'm not so stuffed alw'eady." Zuma patted his belly and laughed. "Heeheehee, yep!" Zephyr giggled. "If you wanna go further with this, we could write a script for a new audio tw'ack together!" He liked where this was going and barely held back his excitement. "I don't know dude... Is that really a good idea? I was too fat to dw'ive today- Wait, how did you get that food? You can't dw'ive either." "Heheheh... Your other boyfriend might've been helping me this entire time..." Zephyr grimaced, waiting for Zuma's reaction. "W'ocky!? Ugh, I should've realized that sooner. He's always poking fun at my weight though." "Heheh... I bet he wants to see how fat you can get." "Even if I lose the weight I know I'm gonna be called the whale pup for years." Zuma said. "But I'm not that big... Hahh..." The weight of his belly on his chest was starting to wear him out, so he motioned for Zephyr to roll him over. He was kinda sad the belly rubs were over. "You could be though~" Zephyr flirted. Zuma blushed. A bigger belly did mean more rubs, and now that Zephyr was being honest they could have more fun. The boys both got excited as they worked out the details through the night. *** That evening, the two worked out the script for a new hypnosis audio track. Instead of waiting until Zuma was asleep, they waited for a few days. After breakfast, which was much too small, the heavyset pups waddled and shuffled their way to the beach. Sweating and panting, the boys sat down and listened to the waves. It took them half an hour to walk there, when the trip used to only take a few minutes stopping often to drink bottled water. Rocky provided the audio equipment for the recordings which included screens to block out cross winds and a mic near the ocean waves. He set them up while Zuma relaxed. It was a cold morning, but with all his blubber Zuma was warm and cozy. The brown pup was a little nervous at what he was about to commit to. "Dudes... Are we w'eally going through with this?" "Have no fear bud. We've agreed on everything in the scw'ipt, and you can tw'ust me." Zephyr looked into Zuma's eyes and that seemed to calm him down. "Alw'ight, let's do this." Zuma said. "Okay, all set up. I can start recording now." Rocky said. The grey mixed breed pup clipped a mic to Zephyr's collar and started recording on his tablet. Zephyr took a deep breath and spoke in a gentle voice, talking Zuma through relaxation until he 'fell asleep'. Then he begun the hypnosis. "You're such a good boy, I love my big hung'wy puppy. Good boys get tw'eats and you need tw'eats, you need to fill your belly. Have a biscuit, good boy. You're getting so soft and squishy. Such a heavy puppy, very comfy. Everyone loves to hug and pet your jiggly body. You crave more. More food, more weight, more of you. Keep eating and getting larger, wider, fatter. You only need to get fatter, your fulfillment comes from being big and handsome. You're my good whale puppy. I love you so much, and want you to get nice and fat. Hung'wy boy, these tw'eats taste so good, fill your belly up. You need to grow nice and round and heavy. It feels so good, so right. You are meant to be the fattest puppy ever. Everyone loves you for being the softest, fattest pup. Everyone wants to feed you up nice and fat. Good boy!" Zephyr repeated the script a few times for good measure before waking Zuma up from the trance. Zuma felt refreshed, but not particularly different. "I think this will take a several days before it has an effect." Zephyr said. "We'll play the w'ecording before bedtime. Get you relaxed before sleeping on it." "Okay. I am hung'wy though, since breakfast wasn't enough." Zuma got to his feet, and the pups headed back to the Lookout to get some food there. Rocky joined them after putting away the screens. *** After a day of snacking and eating more than normal for dinner, the two heavy dogs waddled together to bed. They snuggled on the soft floor as they were too large to fit inside the dog bed, and Zuma listened to the track as they got ready to sleep. The next day Chase tried to get Zuma to go to the gym, but the obese labrador could barely get himself up onto the treadmill. After half an hour of Chase trying to lift and push Zuma up, they gave up. Chase could hardly believe the brown lab had become this far gone. Zuma didn't even appear to care about his weight anymore as he waddled off to drink a gainer shake. He was in a near constant state of hunger, whenever Zephyr or Rocky brought food nearby, his stomach would growl loudly and the pup's attention would snap to focus on eating whatever junk food was placed in front of him. His mind clouded out everything that wasn't food or praise as he let the hypnotic trance take over. A couple weeks after the recording Zuma felt more confidence in his lifestyle, not even caring if Chase saw his sluggish butt swaying as he made his way across the hub to sit in front of the TV for hours. In fact, the big pup felt proud to show off his gains even as Chase expressed concerns. He was steadily growing fatter and the increased weight meant he couldn't move far before getting hot and winded. Just the effort of dragging his belly around the home caused the brown pup to sweat, his pits and butt cheeks constantly damp. When the others complained about the musky pup, Zephyr and Rocky would wipe Zuma clean while he ate. The cleaning sessions led to Zuma becoming aroused and being taken to the nearby dining room for release. The blob of a puppy needed Zephyr's telekinesis to carry him there. Zephyr squeezed his muzzle between Zuma's butt cheeks and sucked on his salty member while Rocky would mount Zuma from the front and fill the labrador full of puppy cum. The plump chocolate labrador had a near constant daze on his face, an expression of total comfort as the hypnosis ran away with him. Zuma felt so warm and fuzzy, and the orgasms that came with being a fat boy were incredible. His boyfriends loved him so much, at least one was always cuddling him and making sure he was fed. Over the next three months, the labrador easily grew to the point his legs could no longer reach the floor. Zuma needed Zephyr's magic to carry him around the home now. *** Summer came back around, and Zuma had to call the town about retiring from his lifeguard job. The call was done through the pup tag on Zuma's old collar, which had snapped two months ago, Zephyr holding it up to his face. The town official asked why and after loudly smacking his lips around a whole cupcake he responded with his mouth full. "I'm too fat, heehee. *Smack-smack* *Brrruuupp!*" Zephyr chuckled, imagining what the town official's face must've looked like as he kept stuffing Zuma's face with more treats throughout the call. Zuma's sense of embarrassment was just gone. This time last year, the polite lab would've certainly stifled that burp. The call was short. Zuma couldn't be convinced to return to his job, not that he could even reach the beach now. He lazily rubbed his humongous belly with unbelievably bloated paws and opened his mouth for another cupcake. He couldn't currently care about anything beyond the treats and belly rubs Zephyr provided. Chase and Skye entered the room a few minutes later. "Zuma you aren't fit for duty anymore." Chase said. "I thought you wanted to lose the weight and go back to work. You need to get your act together!" "You should be doing something about this." Skye glared at Zephyr. Zuma's ears twitched at hearing Skye's harsh tone. It wasn't like Skye to sound so mad. He didn't know how to respond, so he started eating again. "Don't talk to him like that!" Zephyr snapped back. "He's happy and having so much fun." "Only because he's been hypnotized! Your job right now is to help him get healthy." Chase said. "Not make him fat." Zephyr was surprised and took a step back. "How do you know that he's hypnotized w'ight now?" "I got Rocky to tell me." Chase replied. "The smell around here has been bothering Skye so much, we convinced him to come clean." "It's not real happiness if he's in a trance all the time." Skye said. Zuma knew it was bad and that he needed to change, but the feelings of satisfaction and were so strong. He could never go back to being a regular sized dog again, he needed all this fat for comfort and pleasure. And if anyone was going to judge him for that, then he could always just eat more and block them out. The more they talked, the more Zuma wanted to stuff himself. He wanted to be left alone, to focus on the good things. "He's perfectly happy." Zephyr stood up and glared at Skye and Chase. "I can pull double-duty until he's w'eady for a change." Zephyr's tail tucked between his legs, he didn't want to get angry. Zuma looked over at his boyfriend, seeing the distress on his face. Zephyr had been working hard to make Zuma happy, and now he was getting mad on his behalf. Why couldn't Chase and Skye be happier for him? "Just leave us alone alw'eady, dudes." Zuma said. "I'll lose it when I want to." Skye walked up a placed a paw on the brown blob's belly, then removed it from the sweaty fur, grimacing and wiping it dry on the carpet. "We're worried about you, Zuma. You can't move without Zephyr's help anymore and you're almost too big to fit in the elevator." "This isn't healthy..." Chase said. Zuma's tail was tucked under his butt, and his floppy ears laid back. He tried to think of something to say to convice them, he looked around at the pups and he still had a pile of food laying beside him. He really wanted to get back to stuffing himself, but he couldn't think of anything. So he just whimpered. Zephyr grabbed another treat and floated it into Zuma's mouth. "You're stressing him out." Skye and Chase glanced at each other. "Let's go Chase." Skye said. They turned to leave him to eat his treats, and Zuma felt bad about the awkward argument. *** To ease the burden on everyone, it was agreed that Zuma needed to be taken outside and bathed thoroughly. So the next day the gluttonous pup was given a bowl of buttery popcorn to occupy him, balanced on his flabby chest. Zuma could feel that his fur was damp with sweat and grime, and he was a little itchy. This needed to be a team effort. Zephyr struggled to lift the heavy, wobbling mass of Zuma's body. The big pup was getting too big for Zephyr's telekinesis to handle. Chase held his breath away from the musk and walked under Zuma. Zuma's belly drooped over Chase's muscular back as he was carried to the elevator. Zuma finished his popcorn and let the bowl fall down. Zuma was squeezed through into wide elevator, taking up the entire space that was once big enough to fit the entire team. Zephyr squeezed his own bloated self underneath Zuma and rode the voice-activated elevator up to the garage. Chase's voice was muffled under Zuma's flab. "Zephyr, lift him higher before I get crushed!" "Working on it..." Zephyr squeezed himself out of the elevator and focused hard on lifting Zuma to the ceiling. The three pups struggled for a moment, after Zuma's backside got stuck in the door. "Hahaha! Dudes, have I really gotten this fat?" Zuma wiggled around trying to free himself, the effort making him sweat more until his body was lubricated enough come loose with a satisfyingly wet *pop*. The sudden freedom caused Zephyr to lose hold and drop Zuma on top of Chase. "Oh my! Sorry Chase!" Zephyr hurried to lift his boyfriend back up and plopped him down nearby. "You okay Chase?" Zuma asked. Chase was lying down, covered in sweat and catching his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. "I'm good... *hahh* Yeah." Chase stood up once he had recovered. "Let's finish getting you outside." Chase stood in front of the garage doorway, larger than the elevator door was, and Zephyr gently placed Zuma onto Chase's back. They carried him out and placed him on the lawn where Marshall was waiting with his pup-pack water cannons. Zephyr noticed that the backside of Zuma's belly was covered in pre-cum from a dick hiding somewhere past his sagging butt, but there wasn't anything he could do at the moment. Chase and Zephyr grabbed sponge gloves that were soaking in a soapy bucket while Marshall begun spraying Zuma with water. Zephyr levitated up and on top of Zuma and started scrubbing his huge neck rolls, making sure to get in between the folds and wash the drool stains on his chins. Chase stayed on the ground with Marshall and scrubbed Zuma's belly and front paws. This was the first time Zuma had been this wet in months. He missed going swimming, but at this point his whole body felt like a thick water bed and his thoughts drifted to imagining himself fatter. He was still hungry, even after a huge breakfast of cheesey fried eggs and syrupy pancakes, plus the bowl of popcorn earlier. Maybe after this they would bring out some dessert. As his body wobbled with every inch of him getting scrubbed, Zuma felt his face get hot and he knew that he was getting a massive hard on. He panted and tried to hold himself back, it'd be too embarrassing to cum in front of Chase and Marshall. But as Zephyr made his way to the labrador's butt he reflexively whined and whimpered for attention. Chase ignored the whimpers, assuming Zuma was just hungry, and worked his way around the big guy's belly. He reached Zuma's backside around the same time Zephyr did. The lab's whines grew more desperate as Chase reached up and scrubbed the bend where Zuma's belly met with his butt. It was caked in grime and dried cum, but Chase had a job to do. "Dude! Hff, hurry up please, hff..." Zuma's mind was a blur. His whole body tensed up, the feeling of arousal growing and building like a massive wave, Zuma tried to stifle a moan. He wiggled his paws as the feeling in his member pulsed, about to release. Zephyr struggled to balance on top of the squirming puppy, planting his own heavy paws deep into Zuma's cheeks. "Careful bud, I'm gonna fall!" "Can't, hffff, h-help it..." Zuma was panting really hard trying to distract himself, but he was losing this battle. "Have none of you ever washed him under here?" Chase shouted up to Zephyr. "This is taking- Ack *mmfpp*!" Zuma let out a loud moan and shot his load all over Chase's face. The german shepherd quickly backed out, slipping on the cum and landing on his bum. "Uh, Marshall!" Zephyr peered over and held back a laugh. Chase's face was scrunched up in surprise and disgust as he tried to wipe cum off of his tongue. "I think Chase needs some water. Hahaha!" "On it!" Marshall stumbled over in the wet grass leaning into Zuma's body for balance. The dalmatian aimed his water cannons. "Water cannons! *Ruff*!" And soaked Chase. "Ma-Marshall!" Chase yelled through the continuous torrent. " Ack! I'm clean now, you can stop!" "Oh, sorry." Marshall shut off his cannons. "Ya got Chase good with that one, Zuma. Heehee." Zephyr giggled."He'll w'ecover." "Gosh... I'm too sensitive back there." Zuma was embarrassed, but relished the feeling of release. This bath was fun. "Let's just finish this." Chase shook himself, and everyone got back to scrubbing. While it took them a few hours to do a thorough job, but by sundown they finally got Zuma clean without any more incidents. Zuma promised he would go back to his old lifestyle someday, but for now he was gonna see just how big he could become. At this point it was decided that the big pup would stay outside. That way he wouldn't stink up the Lookout and he had more space to grow. Zephyr levitated up and kissed Zuma on the cheek. "You're gonna be the fattest whale puppy ever! Good boy."