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Kade might just be too competitive for his own good, but Dominik is here for it and more than willing to take advantage of it for their gains.\n\nI keep telling myself these stories are meant to be short horny little slice-of-life vignettes, but this thing just kept getting longer and longer with random chunks of backstory, teasers for the future, and lengthy descriptions sprinkled in. Hopefully it doesn't ramble on and detract from the whole point of this just being degenerate fat cub smut, but I think it does help set the mood. Lemme know if it works hehe.\n\nAnyways, here's part 2 of this long series of commissions I've gotten from @ButteredRolls. There's plenty more to come! I just have to find the time to write for them all X3\n\nComments and feedback are always appreciated! :3", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Some things never change when you've always been the best of the best, not even after you've more than quintupled your body weight since your prime. Kade might just be too competitive for his own good, but Dominik is here for it and more than willing to take advantage of it for their gains.

I keep telling myself these stories are meant to be short horny little slice-of-life vignettes, but this thing just kept getting longer and longer with random chunks of backstory, teasers for the future, and lengthy descriptions sprinkled in. Hopefully it doesn't ramble on and detract from the whole point of this just being degenerate fat cub smut, but I think it does help set the mood. Lemme know if it works hehe.

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Comments and feedback are always appreciated! :3", "writing": "Kade was always a competitive kid growing up. Whether it was academics or athletics, he always strived to come out on top, and the variety of awards lining the walls of his bedroom proved it. Surrounding him were the certificates, trophies, ribbons, and medals he'd won over the years, from honor roll to the various youth sports he'd dabbled in. One day he’d bring home straight A’s, and the next he’d bring home the gold. The ten-year-old dhole was the envy of nerds and jocks alike – truly a model student in his prime. The brightest stars burn the fastest though, and it was only a matter of time before he fizzled out.\n\nEver since Dominik came into his life, Kade's interest in school, and especially athletics, quickly waned and vanished completely. In a matter of months, under the sable’s corrupting influence, his life had been utterly consumed by the irresistible pleasures brought on by their mutual obsession with his own growing obesity – pleasures he didn’t even know existed until it was already too late. Thanks to Dominik’s guiding paws and silver tongue, Kade's impressionable young mind was at the mercy of his throbbing dick as pubescent hormones flooded his body, demanding he sate his increasingly bottomless appetite. Once one of the sharpest boys in his class, he could no longer focus on anything but his next meal, and it only got worse as his stubby length was entrenched deeper and deeper in the ever-expanding mass of blubber between his thighs. His innocent cravings for junk food rapidly spiraled into a crippling addiction to the most fattening garbage he could shove down his gullet. His weight rapidly ballooned to over a quarter ton of soft useless fat, and all he wanted anymore was to get even fatter. To so much as entertain the idea that a lazy horny lardball like him was once the school soccer team’s star player was laughable at best.\n\nAs his lean muscles melted away into heaping rolls of undulating flab, Kade, still as competitive as ever, turned to other activities to satisfy his drive to be the best – activities more suited to his newfound interests and level of fitness, or lack thereof. A shelf full of trophies was mounted over his bed, and collecting dust on the far end was his MVP award from last year’s regional youth soccer tournament. Next to it, however, were more recent awards for the various eating contests and food challenges he now preferred to indulge in instead. They complemented his gaining perfectly, and he saw no difference in the prestige that came with earning himself titles like \"#1 Wiener Gobbler.\" However, his proudest achievement of all was officially being recognized as the fattest child in the world, setting new records for childhood obesity. Standing at just 4’8” tall and weighing a staggering 538 pounds, Kade obliterated the previous record held by some Indonesian kid by over 100 pounds at the same age. There were heavier teenagers out there, of course, but he even beat them out when it came to his triple-digit BMI.\n\nAs Kade grew bigger with every award he won, there was never any doubt that he would hungrily demolish every fattening morsel put in front of him. Even as a cub, he competed against grownups in the big leagues now, as evidenced by the newspaper clippings taped to his wall regaling readers of the boy’s feats in the recent all-state adult league Butter Eating Championship. None were close to as fat as him, and against all odds, he out-ate some of the most renowned competitive eaters around. While most looked upon such a morbidly obese child with disgust, the dhole had managed to garner some fame among several of their more perverse spectators, along with a few classmates and other neighborhood kids. It was all thanks to Dominik leading the charge in their gastronomical conquests and making somewhat a spectacle out of them. Always on the lookout for new challenges for his fat friend, the sable scoured the city for the biggest, greasiest, most sugary, cholesterol-laden calorie bombs they could cram into the blackhole that was Kade’s belly. Combined with some underhanded networking, Dominik had even enticed a small following of adult “sponsors” to help fund Kade’s “training” in exchange for certain unscrupulous benefits. \n\nWith the dhole home alone and wrapping up his second batch of deliveries for the day, his sponsors made sure to keep him fed around the clock. At just past 3pm, Kade’s day had hardly begun, and his stomach was already bloated and fatter than ever. As grownups with the disposable income to enable the insatiable glutton, they would always have a steady supply of junk food on its way straight to his house, from noon until midnight. His dad, a single father, was always away on long business trips, so between those deviants and Dominik, he was actually more than happy to have the help taking care of Kade when he wasn't home – even though he knew exactly what was going on. It was a shock at first to see his son ballooning with lard, especially since he had previously imposed such a healthy and active lifestyle upon himself. Although, compelled by Dominik’s guile, something clicked in the back of his head after witnessing the first hundred or so pounds of extra dhole pile onto Kade. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt when he realized how much it excited him, but he was no better than the other perverts chasing after his only child. It was an easy decision letting them have their way with the boy, letting them fatten him up while all he had to do was enjoy the fruits of their labor during his brief visits back home. Everyone was happy. It was a win-win-win between Kade, his feeders, and himself. For Kade, the sole focal point of this depraved feeding cult, today was just another day when the front door finally clicked and swung open.\n\n“It’s good to see the deliveries have been on time this week,” Dominik called out. “I know how worked up you get when your meals are late.” He snickered as he let himself into Kade’s home after a long day at school. Picking up a sizeable box from the porch, he made his way past the living room, breathing deep and savoring the heady musk that emanated from his friend’s room. With the door left wide open, he sauntered inside, setting the box on his friend’s nightstand, the top sticky with dried sauces and other residue from meals past. The room was a pigsty with stains and errant bits of food scattered all over. Empty bags, wrappers, and other containers littered the floor while snacks and sodas that had yet to be devoured were kept within arm’s reach of Kade’s bed. A collection of takeout menus and a large tub of gainer powder sat on the shelf of the headboard. \n\nDominik smirked as he looked over Kade proudly like he was a prize hog. Lying in bed completely nude, the boy’s size was truly something to behold. He was propped up by a couple pillows and a slab of back fat that bunched up behind his head against the tire of lard subsuming his neck, practically taking up the entire width of the mattress. An obese dhole-shaped crater had formed in it under his own elephantine weight, cradling his enormous body yet struggling to contain the love handles pooling at his sides and looming over the edges of the bed. Even while slumped on his back, his massive belly smothered a majority of his lap, spilling far beyond his hips and onto tree trunk thighs so dimpled with cellulite that they looked more like mounds of cottage cheese. The overhang of that engorged sack of dough around his waist sagged far enough as to rest atop the fupa squashed between the shapeless rolls of flab swaddling his legs and folding over his knees. That swollen wad of pubic fat was like an overinflated beachball filled with pudding while the cub’s stubby dick was buried out of sight inside, even at full mast as it usually was these days. \n\nDominik chuffed with a thirsty grin, unable to resist the urge to start rubbing at the tent growing in his shorts. A wet spot had already formed just seeing his friend's pathetic state.\n\nThe dhole uttered out a few muffled groans between his soft panting as he focused on polishing off a family-sized bucket of fried chicken before so much as acknowledging the sable’s presence. With one flabby arm wrapped around the bucket, he had it nestled snugly between the blubbery rolls hanging from his chest and down his doughy sides. Those pillowy boy boobs, like two oversized souffle pancakes, perched on the vast horizon of his distended gut and pressed up against a second chin fat enough to bulge out under his muzzle onto his broad shoulders. His tits squished around the bucket of chicken and gently sloshed from side to side as he struggled to reach his other arm over his expansive chest for another drumstick. The multitude of rolls adorning his biceps dangled over his elbows, awkwardly dragging across his moobs. They were so thick with fat that they’d measure wider around than the thighs of anyone in any “normal” class of obesity. Even his forearms weren't far behind with his bloated wrists slowly threatening to encase his meaty paws. His chubby cheeks, covered in grease and crumbs, swollen to the size of baseballs, wobbled with every hungry bite he took while deftly picking the meat clean off the bones, one after another. \n\nLetting the empty bucket roll off his flabby flank, the dhole lazily reached for a carton of double cream beside him in bed, next to a 2-liter of cola and a box of chocolate snack cakes with a saccharine cherry filling. He popped the cap off, flicked it aside, and chugged the entire half-gallon carton to wash down all the salt and oil lingering in his mouth while a trickle of cream ran down his chins. None of the eleven supposed herbs and spices in that chicken mattered when all Kade wanted was the fat in his belly. A loud drawn-out belch erupted from his muzzle as the gasses in his stomach bubbled up his throat. The quaking rumbling in his gut shook his entire body, shallow waves rippling across the surface of his enormous bulk. He tossed the empty carton aside with a satisfied sigh and slapped the sides of his belly with his grubby paws, smearing the grease into his fur and giving it a rough shake to help settle any remaining air pockets inside – just one of a few special tricks he'd picked up for maximizing his capacity. His dick twitched and leaked a stream of pre into its soft musky prison as it was caught inside the undulating folds of sweaty cum-soaked pubic lard. He couldn't help but let out a low moan as the cub’s 2-inch prick had only grown increasingly sensitive from the constant simulation of his own blubbery body, squeezing and rubbing it from every angle. \n\nStanding over Kade and watching his hopeless addiction to all the unhealthy junk surrounding him, seeing him ravenously shovel it down his greedy gullet with reckless abandon for the sole purpose of making himself even more morbidly obese and helplessly horny... It drove Dominik mad with lust. He stripped out of both his shorts and briefs in one fell swoop, casually revealing his member, already fully hard.\n\nWith a raspy grunt, Kade made a feeble effort to push himself up into more of a seated position. All he managed to do though was work up a sweat as his fat jiggled uncontrollably, huffing and puffing as he tried to catch his breath from so much sudden activity. Another glob of pre oozed from the tip of his buried member, leaking into the crusty patch of fur around the opening that engulfed Kade’s boy bits. Countless loads of dried cum would build up for weeks at a time, dribbling down the billowing rolls of his crotch and onto the bedsheets. Since dropping out of school, all he did now was spend his days wallowing in his own slovenly obesity, surrounded by people who not only enabled but aggressively encouraged and rewarded his skyrocketing weight gain. Having food, fat, and sex – or at least his misguided idea of sex – so deeply entangled in Kade’s young naive mind, with his member trapped inside what was effectively his own built-in fleshlight, it was no wonder he was so constantly turned on.\n\nFinally turning his attention to Dominik, his eyes lit up at the box on his nightstand, simply labeled “BUTTER” in big bold letters. The fact that the sable was already nude and jerking off in front of him had hardly even fazed Kade. “The chicken was good, but can you ask the grownups to order extra crispy next time?” he asked, food clearly still the only thing on his mind. \n\n“Yeah, yeah,” Dominik brushed off the request and made a mental note to follow up on it later. He was too busy edging himself, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down along the length of his cock as thick strands of pre dripped onto the carpet. He took another deep whiff of Kade's scent before recomposing himself. The dhole reeked of sweat, grease, and cum. “We’ll get your chicken extra crispy, but first...” he said, returning to the box on the nightstand, “it's time for your training.” \n\nSlicing the tape with his index claw, the sable opened the flaps and flipped the box over in one swift motion with a loud thud, lifting it up to reveal a heaping, neatly packed pile of butter – 100 sticks, to be exact, already softened while it sat outside in the afternoon sun. As any good friend would, Dominik often helped Kade with his training. Several months ago, it would’ve been out on the field practicing drills, but these days it was all but confined to the dhole’s house stretching his stomach. Despite lounging around and being kept as comfortable as possible, Kade’s training now for the upcoming Butter Eating Nationals wasn’t that unlike training for last year’s Youth Soccer Nationals – at least when it came to the mental fortitude and discipline required to push the limits of one’s own body. Like all his competitions, he wanted to be in peak condition so he could perform at his best. In that sense, he could’ve called himself a bodybuilder – the only difference, of course, being that he was building fat instead of muscle. Same thing, really. \n\nKade wiped the oily crumbs from his muzzle with the back of his paw. “That’s a bigger box than last time...!” he remarked, still slightly winded from trying to sit up. His tail wriggled eagerly somewhere in the crevasse between his back rolls and his double-wide ass cheeks. “That was only 50 sticks, right? How many is it this time?”\n\n“Double,” Dominik smirked. “The grownups figured it’d be best to work your way up to competition day.”\n\nThe dhole scoffed, “Pfft... I ate 150 the first time we did this. And I didn’t even warm up!”\n\n“That’s what I told them!” Dominik chuckled as he threw the now-empty box onto the small mountain of various food packaging detritus that had accumulated by the foot of Kade’s bed. He kicked the bucket of polished chicken bones over as well. “They wouldn’t believe me, even though the proof is right there on your wall,” he said, referring to the poster beside Kade’s desk commemorating his first foray into competitive eating at a smaller local butter eating contest for cubs.\n\n“A hundred is still easy-peasy. Tell them to double it again next week, and they can come see for themselves!” There was a proud spark in Kade’s voice. His energetic enthusiasm belied the heavy breathing that usually punctuated his speech from all the excess flesh weighing down on his chest and compressing his lungs. \n\nWith nationals coming up soon, the bulk shipment of butter had become a regular occurrence thanks to Kade’s sponsors, in addition to the casual butter snacking he would normally do on most days. He enjoyed them salted as a side or condiment for his meals and rolling them in cinnamon sugar for dessert, but it was good to set aside time in his schedule for some more rigid training to simulate the real deal. Put up against some world-class gluttony, Kade would be ready to demolish the competition.\n\n“Anyways...” Dominik began unwrapping the first stick of butter, equally pleased and aroused by Kade’s excitement. He stepped up beside the bed and pressed himself into Kade’s side, into the soft rolls looming over the edge of the mattress. His throbbing cock refused to be sidelined any longer and demanded he bang one out on the spot. “Open up.”\n\nWith hardly a moment’s notice, Kade was still ready and gladly opened wide in time for the sable to cram the butter between his jaws. It smeared all over his muzzle, but he managed to chomp down and take the whole stick in his maw without much issue. He let it sit for a few seconds, filling out his bulging cheeks and sighing contently as he savored its smooth texture and salty taste on his tongue. It was always nice when Dominik would save him the trouble of feeding himself, but Kade and his docile nature were more enamored by the attention and positive, though somewhat twisted, reinforcement he got whenever his friend was there to do the hard work for him. Although Kade wasn’t a dog, as a canine, Dominik’s sweet affirmations always managed to scratch a certain itch in the back of his head.\n\n“Good boy,” Dominik grunted, punctuating himself with a sharp thrust into the fold between the dhole’s bloated love handle and sagging moob. There was hardly any resistance going in with his own pre and Kade’s sweat lubricating his passage. There was probably some of his old cum left in there from the day before too, still a bit tacky inside those hot muggy depths. He grabbed a thick handful of Kade’s overhanging belly and squeezed tightly, giving it a few rough shakes.\n\nThey groaned simultaneously. Despite the boys being in such different positions and their bodies polar opposites, the sensation was identical for both. Their dicks bounced about wildly, slipping and sliding inside so much loose wobbling fat. More precum dribbled through those folds as hundreds of pounds of Kade’s blubber rubbed all over their boyhood. \n\n“What are you waiting for?” Dominik snarled, caught up in the carnal pangs of desire. “Hurry up and eat.”\n\nKade’s hunger spiked as he rode the rising tide of lust. He snatched a second stick of butter while Dominik kept jiggling, unwrapping it and shoving it in his mouth – followed by a third, and a fourth… all with practiced efficiency. While his buried nub was helplessly lost in crotch fat, he was at Dominik’s mercy, and he knew the sable was only teasing him along each time his belly came crashing down on his lap, eliciting a wet slosh from his cum-encrusted fupa. All he could do to try and push himself over the edge was to keep on eating. Meanwhile, Dominik continued fucking Kade’s rolls, using his free paw to squish Kade’s moob down harder onto his own member, the added pressure amplifying the rippling waves of dough shifting around it. \n\n“We’re barely getting started, y’know? You’re a couple months away from outgrowing your bed, maybe a few more before you start filling out the couch. Summer break is coming up soon, and that means we’re gonna have a whole lot more time to spend together. Too fat to get off your own ass by the end of the year... your weight in the quadruple digits... breaking a full ton... Aah!”\n\nIt didn’t take long for him to finish as he thrust his hips in one last time. Scrunching his face and biting back a feral moan, his legs buckled as he shot his load into Kade’s sweaty chest fold and drenched it in his pubescent seed. It spilled down the dhole’s billowing love handles, collecting in the trench between his rolls and the mattress. Dominik’s breathing slowed as he pumped out the last few drops of cum by hand. He pulled himself out, growling contently, and wiped his length off on Kade’s side. \n\n“As much as I’d love to stay and watch,” he began, bending over to pick up his clothes and get re-dressed, almost taunting Kade with how nimble his lithe frame was compared to the dhole’s own grossly out-of-shape bulk, “I gotta get back to school for practice. I don’t want to see a single stick left when I’m back for dinner, got it?” The sable’s tone shifted down slightly, almost commanding his friend, not that Kade ever had to be told twice to eat something. Sometimes Dominik wished the competition would allow feeding on stage to really push the contestants to their limits. That way he could be the one personally stuffing more butter into Kade’s growing gut. But alas, the boy had to practice on his own, and there was plenty of other fattening garbage to feed him later.\n\n“I already told you...” he said, panting with his greedy gob full of butter while peeling open another stick. “Easy... peasy...!” Bits of half-melted butter and spittle spewed from his lips onto his flabby chest and rounded stomach. He breathed heavily, slightly light-headed just trying to fight through the exhaustion of having so much blood pumping into his dick. “Just get the wand in for me, so I can really get started.”\n\nDominik was more than happy to oblige. The “wand” in question was a magic wand “massager” that the sable had dug out of his parents’ closet, but its real use was obvious to their young sex-addled minds. Always plugged in and at the ready, it sat just a few inches away from the half-sealed opening of Kade’s fat pad. A film of dried cum stuck all over its surface while crusty splotches soiled the bedsheets between it and his blubbery thighs. Dominik grabbed the wand in one paw and hooked his fingers over the top half of Kade’s fupa with the other. Kneading it firmly before pulling it back, he shuddered at how incredibly soft and malleable it was. He felt the warm sticky blend of sweat and jizz squelch in his paw and wrinkled his nose at the intensity of Kade’s musk. Meanwhile, the dhole stifled a gasp between mouthfuls of butter as his lard-encased cock twitched and spilled another stream of pre inside its prison. Even with his pubic fat retracted, Kade’s stubby member was still submerged two inches over.\n\n“You're getting so freaking fat so freaking fast, Kade. Your dick is basically gone. It’s sunk deeper than even most of the grownup gainers we see online! It wasn’t that long ago when the tip was still kinda poking out, but now? Man, I can’t believe I have to pull your fupa back like this just to see it, and it's only gonna sink deeper and deeper... I’m gonna make you the fattest there ever was, you know that?”\n\nKade groaned hearing his friend’s words, a reminder of his own spiraling obesity. He was so pathetically fat, nothing but a useless pile of lard for his feeders to fuck and fatten to even more outrageous sizes. He shifted in place, weakly squeezing his thighs together against the doughy mass that swallowed his bits, sluggishly humping his own fat crotch. His cock throbbed again, desperate for release. Dominik knew exactly how much his teasing riled him up, and he was hardly even exaggerating. Along with Kade’s dad and their sponsors, they had all but conspired to make the boy an immobile blob before he even turns 13. Kade couldn’t have been more aroused at the thought, imagining himself swelling up big enough to fill his bedroom from wall to wall, feeling his boundless rolls spread across the floor and crush any furniture unfortunate enough to get in the way. Desperate for release, it made him hungrier as he kept stuffing more butter down his gullet faster and faster while most others would gag at taking just a single bite. \n\n“Perfect.”\n\nA smirk crept across Dominik’s lips. Unceremoniously shoving the wand’s rounded head into the gaping fold of Kade’s fat pad, the sable ensured solid contact between it and the boy’s buried tip. He flicked the switch on to full power and watched Kade instantly tense up, nearly choking on his food before easing himself into the wand’s powerful vibrations. The strain visibly melted away like the butter cloying his mouth, his bulging swathes of flab almost expanding as he relaxed. After countless hours spent buzzing inside Kade’s fupa every day over the past couple months, the wand was a familiar and comforting presence, always a reliable solution to the precocious cub’s addiction to sex. With his dick long since out of reach, Kade had become increasingly dependent on the wand to get off as he grew bigger and fatter. Over the last 50 pounds or so, even reaching himself with the wand as an extension of his arm had gotten rather difficult, so it was nice having Dominik’s help. Once firmly wedged in place though, it was easy hands-free pleasure, and it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.\n\n“Don’t have too much fun without me,” Dominik called out behind him in a singsong voice, already on his way out. “I’ll be back.”\n\nWithin seconds, the dhole was on autopilot. He didn’t even notice the front door slam shut. Too stimulated to think straight, his dick had taken over every thought in his mind that didn’t involve eating or cumming. Mindlessly chewing through stick after stick of raw butter, he feebly bucked his hips and pressed his boyhood against the wand inside the ever-growing mound of blubber steadily engulfing it. Kade was stiff as a board deep inside his crotch cave and leaking pre like a faucet while a dopey grin stretched over his face. He knew to pace himself for his training, but it was hard edging himself for more than a few minutes at a time. While he didn’t need another reason to be hooked on the taste of pure butterfat, this was just another trick up his sleeve for the competition. \n\nA few weeks earlier, Dominik stumbled upon the idea of classical conditioning and ran with it faster than he could drive a ball downfield during a soccer match. Despite realizing that he and Kade’s other feeders have actually been doing it unintentionally for months, he couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to start experimenting with Kade psychologically to really push his limits. Food and pleasure were already acutely intertwined in the young dhole’s brain, so it only made sense to exploit the fact in his training by deliberately getting him off whenever he was eating. This worked especially well given the boy’s exceptional virility, which was only amplified by his youth and the hormones running rampant through his blood. With a refractory period solely bound by his willingness to keep edging himself along, his cock would twitch and swell whenever he ate, but the more pent up he got, the hungrier he became. It was a cycle of ravenous hunger and insatiable lust trying to sate his most basic instincts. Every bite he took and every pound he gained only reinforced his conditioning. Simply by keeping him in a constant state of arousal, milking out load after load of seed while cramming countless empty calories of fattening slop down his throat, he was easily trained to eat himself to orgasm over and over until he’d devoured every last morsel within reach.\n\nUnlike most eating contests, this one was focused more on capacity than speed. Regardless, that didn’t stop Kade’s pace from accelerating as his first orgasm of the day rapidly came to a head. He was nearly a third of the way through the hundred sticks of butter after only fifteen minutes when he just couldn’t take it any longer. With the wand buzzing relentlessly inside his fat pad, his lazy humping steadily escalated in intensity, rhythmically sliding his stubby pre-slickened shaft up and down along the wand’s head, pressing harder against it in oscillating waves. The billowing expanse of lard that his gelatinous body had become started to shift and wobble wildly, covered in sweat from so much exercise in the early summer heat. His bulky arms bounced up and down, suspended by thick slabs of fat piled on top of each other, his moobs wrapping around his back and bulging out atop the cascading love handles at his sides. His legs stretched and squirmed against the enormous fupa pooling out between them, their doughy rolls undulating over each other and fighting for space. Even his swollen cankles began swallowing up his feet as they flexed amidst the overwhelming pleasure with his toes curling into his bloated soles.\n\nThe first load always hit Kade like a freight train going off the rails. He moaned into the half-eaten stick of butter jutting out between his lips as his whole body tensed up with all his focus centered on the vibrator shoved inside his fat pad. With one paw clutched onto another stick and the other perched on his flabby chest, fingering a claw into the inverted slit on his overgrown boy tits, a thick burst of cum erupted from his cock into the wall of pubic fat that kept it all trapped inside. Instantly drenching both the wand and the deepest folds of his crotch, the first shot alone lasted two or three seconds while his eyes crossed and rolled into the back of his head. Rope after rope continued flooding his fupa, filling it to the brim with hot sticky seed each time he squeezed his thighs together, almost milking himself for more and more. He shuddered and writhed in place, just a pitiful heaving mass of blubber in the throes of mind-numbing orgasm. \n\nKade swallowed hard, downing the remaining butter in his mouth and chasing it with the next stick in his paw without skipping a beat. Still diligently chewing, he took a moment’s reprieve with both paws free to plant them on his distended middle and rub deep into his gut, matting his sweaty fur with more grease and groaning in relief as his high slowly subsided. Groping his fat and feeling how softly it all squished in his arms, he savored the afterglow and basked in his own intoxicating musk that only grew stronger with each load he pumped out. Wallowing in hundreds of pounds of useless lard as it jiggled of its own accord, he relished the tightness of tens of thousands of calories packed into his stomach, recklessly gorging on the salty creamy richness of butter that only made him fatter and fatter. Meanwhile, his fupa, soaked and slippery with jizz, still quivered with the magic wand’s pulsing vibrations. Every sensation he felt compounded the euphoria overstimulating his young brain. This was all just part of his daily routine now, and the boy was already hungry for more.\n\n“Gotta... keep... training...” he moaned out between panting, wheezing breaths. \n\nHe could still feel his buried nub leaking a steady stream of seed, twitching against the wand inside his fat pad. His dick was practically drowning in its own cum while the slick fluid leaked out around the wand’s head, dribbling down the rolls of his crotch and further staining his bedsheets. Already good to go again, it never even faltered as he reached a trembling arm out for more butter. With his incorrigible appetite only matched by his insatiable libido, every dozen or so sticks had him reeling as the cub ate himself to orgasm after orgasm. \n\nThe afternoon was a blur of butter and sex, and before he knew it, he found himself empty-handed when reaching for another stick to stuff down his throat. With a hundred sticks gone like it was nothing – roughly 25 pounds of salt, fat, and cholesterol – Kade came one last time knowing it would all turn into more blubber piling onto his body. He still had more deliveries scheduled through the rest of the day and into the night too. As if on cue, his ears flicked up at the sound of the doorbell. He tried to heave himself off the bed, not even bothering to pull out the magic wand still buzzing away on high, but quickly gave up the effort and flopped back down. The frame creaked loudly under his sloshing bulk. This next batch would have to wait until Dominik came back from practice. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long. He knew he’d be hungry again within the hour.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Kade was always a competitive kid growing up. Whether it was academics or athletics, he always strived to come out on top, and the variety of awards lining the walls of his bedroom proved it. Surrounding him were the certificates, trophies, ribbons, and medals he'd won over the years, from honor roll to the various youth sports he'd dabbled in. One day he’d bring home straight A’s, and the next he’d bring home the gold. The ten-year-old dhole was the envy of nerds and jocks alike – truly a model student in his prime. The brightest stars burn the fastest though, and it was only a matter of time before he fizzled out.

Ever since Dominik came into his life, Kade's interest in school, and especially athletics, quickly waned and vanished completely. In a matter of months, under the sable’s corrupting influence, his life had been utterly consumed by the irresistible pleasures brought on by their mutual obsession with his own growing obesity – pleasures he didn’t even know existed until it was already too late. Thanks to Dominik’s guiding paws and silver tongue, Kade's impressionable young mind was at the mercy of his throbbing dick as pubescent hormones flooded his body, demanding he sate his increasingly bottomless appetite. Once one of the sharpest boys in his class, he could no longer focus on anything but his next meal, and it only got worse as his stubby length was entrenched deeper and deeper in the ever-expanding mass of blubber between his thighs. His innocent cravings for junk food rapidly spiraled into a crippling addiction to the most fattening garbage he could shove down his gullet. His weight rapidly ballooned to over a quarter ton of soft useless fat, and all he wanted anymore was to get even fatter. To so much as entertain the idea that a lazy horny lardball like him was once the school soccer team’s star player was laughable at best.

As his lean muscles melted away into heaping rolls of undulating flab, Kade, still as competitive as ever, turned to other activities to satisfy his drive to be the best – activities more suited to his newfound interests and level of fitness, or lack thereof. A shelf full of trophies was mounted over his bed, and collecting dust on the far end was his MVP award from last year’s regional youth soccer tournament. Next to it, however, were more recent awards for the various eating contests and food challenges he now preferred to indulge in instead. They complemented his gaining perfectly, and he saw no difference in the prestige that came with earning himself titles like "#1 Wiener Gobbler." However, his proudest achievement of all was officially being recognized as the fattest child in the world, setting new records for childhood obesity. Standing at just 4’8” tall and weighing a staggering 538 pounds, Kade obliterated the previous record held by some Indonesian kid by over 100 pounds at the same age. There were heavier teenagers out there, of course, but he even beat them out when it came to his triple-digit BMI.

As Kade grew bigger with every award he won, there was never any doubt that he would hungrily demolish every fattening morsel put in front of him. Even as a cub, he competed against grownups in the big leagues now, as evidenced by the newspaper clippings taped to his wall regaling readers of the boy’s feats in the recent all-state adult league Butter Eating Championship. None were close to as fat as him, and against all odds, he out-ate some of the most renowned competitive eaters around. While most looked upon such a morbidly obese child with disgust, the dhole had managed to garner some fame among several of their more perverse spectators, along with a few classmates and other neighborhood kids. It was all thanks to Dominik leading the charge in their gastronomical conquests and making somewhat a spectacle out of them. Always on the lookout for new challenges for his fat friend, the sable scoured the city for the biggest, greasiest, most sugary, cholesterol-laden calorie bombs they could cram into the blackhole that was Kade’s belly. Combined with some underhanded networking, Dominik had even enticed a small following of adult “sponsors” to help fund Kade’s “training” in exchange for certain unscrupulous benefits.

With the dhole home alone and wrapping up his second batch of deliveries for the day, his sponsors made sure to keep him fed around the clock. At just past 3pm, Kade’s day had hardly begun, and his stomach was already bloated and fatter than ever. As grownups with the disposable income to enable the insatiable glutton, they would always have a steady supply of junk food on its way straight to his house, from noon until midnight. His dad, a single father, was always away on long business trips, so between those deviants and Dominik, he was actually more than happy to have the help taking care of Kade when he wasn't home – even though he knew exactly what was going on. It was a shock at first to see his son ballooning with lard, especially since he had previously imposed such a healthy and active lifestyle upon himself. Although, compelled by Dominik’s guile, something clicked in the back of his head after witnessing the first hundred or so pounds of extra dhole pile onto Kade. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt when he realized how much it excited him, but he was no better than the other perverts chasing after his only child. It was an easy decision letting them have their way with the boy, letting them fatten him up while all he had to do was enjoy the fruits of their labor during his brief visits back home. Everyone was happy. It was a win-win-win between Kade, his feeders, and himself. For Kade, the sole focal point of this depraved feeding cult, today was just another day when the front door finally clicked and swung open.

“It’s good to see the deliveries have been on time this week,” Dominik called out. “I know how worked up you get when your meals are late.” He snickered as he let himself into Kade’s home after a long day at school. Picking up a sizeable box from the porch, he made his way past the living room, breathing deep and savoring the heady musk that emanated from his friend’s room. With the door left wide open, he sauntered inside, setting the box on his friend’s nightstand, the top sticky with dried sauces and other residue from meals past. The room was a pigsty with stains and errant bits of food scattered all over. Empty bags, wrappers, and other containers littered the floor while snacks and sodas that had yet to be devoured were kept within arm’s reach of Kade’s bed. A collection of takeout menus and a large tub of gainer powder sat on the shelf of the headboard.

Dominik smirked as he looked over Kade proudly like he was a prize hog. Lying in bed completely nude, the boy’s size was truly something to behold. He was propped up by a couple pillows and a slab of back fat that bunched up behind his head against the tire of lard subsuming his neck, practically taking up the entire width of the mattress. An obese dhole-shaped crater had formed in it under his own elephantine weight, cradling his enormous body yet struggling to contain the love handles pooling at his sides and looming over the edges of the bed. Even while slumped on his back, his massive belly smothered a majority of his lap, spilling far beyond his hips and onto tree trunk thighs so dimpled with cellulite that they looked more like mounds of cottage cheese. The overhang of that engorged sack of dough around his waist sagged far enough as to rest atop the fupa squashed between the shapeless rolls of flab swaddling his legs and folding over his knees. That swollen wad of pubic fat was like an overinflated beachball filled with pudding while the cub’s stubby dick was buried out of sight inside, even at full mast as it usually was these days.

Dominik chuffed with a thirsty grin, unable to resist the urge to start rubbing at the tent growing in his shorts. A wet spot had already formed just seeing his friend's pathetic state.

The dhole uttered out a few muffled groans between his soft panting as he focused on polishing off a family-sized bucket of fried chicken before so much as acknowledging the sable’s presence. With one flabby arm wrapped around the bucket, he had it nestled snugly between the blubbery rolls hanging from his chest and down his doughy sides. Those pillowy boy boobs, like two oversized souffle pancakes, perched on the vast horizon of his distended gut and pressed up against a second chin fat enough to bulge out under his muzzle onto his broad shoulders. His tits squished around the bucket of chicken and gently sloshed from side to side as he struggled to reach his other arm over his expansive chest for another drumstick. The multitude of rolls adorning his biceps dangled over his elbows, awkwardly dragging across his moobs. They were so thick with fat that they’d measure wider around than the thighs of anyone in any “normal” class of obesity. Even his forearms weren't far behind with his bloated wrists slowly threatening to encase his meaty paws. His chubby cheeks, covered in grease and crumbs, swollen to the size of baseballs, wobbled with every hungry bite he took while deftly picking the meat clean off the bones, one after another.

Letting the empty bucket roll off his flabby flank, the dhole lazily reached for a carton of double cream beside him in bed, next to a 2-liter of cola and a box of chocolate snack cakes with a saccharine cherry filling. He popped the cap off, flicked it aside, and chugged the entire half-gallon carton to wash down all the salt and oil lingering in his mouth while a trickle of cream ran down his chins. None of the eleven supposed herbs and spices in that chicken mattered when all Kade wanted was the fat in his belly. A loud drawn-out belch erupted from his muzzle as the gasses in his stomach bubbled up his throat. The quaking rumbling in his gut shook his entire body, shallow waves rippling across the surface of his enormous bulk. He tossed the empty carton aside with a satisfied sigh and slapped the sides of his belly with his grubby paws, smearing the grease into his fur and giving it a rough shake to help settle any remaining air pockets inside – just one of a few special tricks he'd picked up for maximizing his capacity. His dick twitched and leaked a stream of pre into its soft musky prison as it was caught inside the undulating folds of sweaty cum-soaked pubic lard. He couldn't help but let out a low moan as the cub’s 2-inch prick had only grown increasingly sensitive from the constant simulation of his own blubbery body, squeezing and rubbing it from every angle.

Standing over Kade and watching his hopeless addiction to all the unhealthy junk surrounding him, seeing him ravenously shovel it down his greedy gullet with reckless abandon for the sole purpose of making himself even more morbidly obese and helplessly horny... It drove Dominik mad with lust. He stripped out of both his shorts and briefs in one fell swoop, casually revealing his member, already fully hard.

With a raspy grunt, Kade made a feeble effort to push himself up into more of a seated position. All he managed to do though was work up a sweat as his fat jiggled uncontrollably, huffing and puffing as he tried to catch his breath from so much sudden activity. Another glob of pre oozed from the tip of his buried member, leaking into the crusty patch of fur around the opening that engulfed Kade’s boy bits. Countless loads of dried cum would build up for weeks at a time, dribbling down the billowing rolls of his crotch and onto the bedsheets. Since dropping out of school, all he did now was spend his days wallowing in his own slovenly obesity, surrounded by people who not only enabled but aggressively encouraged and rewarded his skyrocketing weight gain. Having food, fat, and sex – or at least his misguided idea of sex – so deeply entangled in Kade’s young naive mind, with his member trapped inside what was effectively his own built-in fleshlight, it was no wonder he was so constantly turned on.

Finally turning his attention to Dominik, his eyes lit up at the box on his nightstand, simply labeled “BUTTER” in big bold letters. The fact that the sable was already nude and jerking off in front of him had hardly even fazed Kade. “The chicken was good, but can you ask the grownups to order extra crispy next time?” he asked, food clearly still the only thing on his mind.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dominik brushed off the request and made a mental note to follow up on it later. He was too busy edging himself, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down along the length of his cock as thick strands of pre dripped onto the carpet. He took another deep whiff of Kade's scent before recomposing himself. The dhole reeked of sweat, grease, and cum. “We’ll get your chicken extra crispy, but first...” he said, returning to the box on the nightstand, “it's time for your training.”

Slicing the tape with his index claw, the sable opened the flaps and flipped the box over in one swift motion with a loud thud, lifting it up to reveal a heaping, neatly packed pile of butter – 100 sticks, to be exact, already softened while it sat outside in the afternoon sun. As any good friend would, Dominik often helped Kade with his training. Several months ago, it would’ve been out on the field practicing drills, but these days it was all but confined to the dhole’s house stretching his stomach. Despite lounging around and being kept as comfortable as possible, Kade’s training now for the upcoming Butter Eating Nationals wasn’t that unlike training for last year’s Youth Soccer Nationals – at least when it came to the mental fortitude and discipline required to push the limits of one’s own body. Like all his competitions, he wanted to be in peak condition so he could perform at his best. In that sense, he could’ve called himself a bodybuilder – the only difference, of course, being that he was building fat instead of muscle. Same thing, really.

Kade wiped the oily crumbs from his muzzle with the back of his paw. “That’s a bigger box than last time...!” he remarked, still slightly winded from trying to sit up. His tail wriggled eagerly somewhere in the crevasse between his back rolls and his double-wide ass cheeks. “That was only 50 sticks, right? How many is it this time?”

“Double,” Dominik smirked. “The grownups figured it’d be best to work your way up to competition day.”

The dhole scoffed, “Pfft... I ate 150 the first time we did this. And I didn’t even warm up!”

“That’s what I told them!” Dominik chuckled as he threw the now-empty box onto the small mountain of various food packaging detritus that had accumulated by the foot of Kade’s bed. He kicked the bucket of polished chicken bones over as well. “They wouldn’t believe me, even though the proof is right there on your wall,” he said, referring to the poster beside Kade’s desk commemorating his first foray into competitive eating at a smaller local butter eating contest for cubs.

“A hundred is still easy-peasy. Tell them to double it again next week, and they can come see for themselves!” There was a proud spark in Kade’s voice. His energetic enthusiasm belied the heavy breathing that usually punctuated his speech from all the excess flesh weighing down on his chest and compressing his lungs.

With nationals coming up soon, the bulk shipment of butter had become a regular occurrence thanks to Kade’s sponsors, in addition to the casual butter snacking he would normally do on most days. He enjoyed them salted as a side or condiment for his meals and rolling them in cinnamon sugar for dessert, but it was good to set aside time in his schedule for some more rigid training to simulate the real deal. Put up against some world-class gluttony, Kade would be ready to demolish the competition.

“Anyways...” Dominik began unwrapping the first stick of butter, equally pleased and aroused by Kade’s excitement. He stepped up beside the bed and pressed himself into Kade’s side, into the soft rolls looming over the edge of the mattress. His throbbing cock refused to be sidelined any longer and demanded he bang one out on the spot. “Open up.”

With hardly a moment’s notice, Kade was still ready and gladly opened wide in time for the sable to cram the butter between his jaws. It smeared all over his muzzle, but he managed to chomp down and take the whole stick in his maw without much issue. He let it sit for a few seconds, filling out his bulging cheeks and sighing contently as he savored its smooth texture and salty taste on his tongue. It was always nice when Dominik would save him the trouble of feeding himself, but Kade and his docile nature were more enamored by the attention and positive, though somewhat twisted, reinforcement he got whenever his friend was there to do the hard work for him. Although Kade wasn’t a dog, as a canine, Dominik’s sweet affirmations always managed to scratch a certain itch in the back of his head.

“Good boy,” Dominik grunted, punctuating himself with a sharp thrust into the fold between the dhole’s bloated love handle and sagging moob. There was hardly any resistance going in with his own pre and Kade’s sweat lubricating his passage. There was probably some of his old cum left in there from the day before too, still a bit tacky inside those hot muggy depths. He grabbed a thick handful of Kade’s overhanging belly and squeezed tightly, giving it a few rough shakes.

They groaned simultaneously. Despite the boys being in such different positions and their bodies polar opposites, the sensation was identical for both. Their dicks bounced about wildly, slipping and sliding inside so much loose wobbling fat. More precum dribbled through those folds as hundreds of pounds of Kade’s blubber rubbed all over their boyhood.

“What are you waiting for?” Dominik snarled, caught up in the carnal pangs of desire. “Hurry up and eat.”

Kade’s hunger spiked as he rode the rising tide of lust. He snatched a second stick of butter while Dominik kept jiggling, unwrapping it and shoving it in his mouth – followed by a third, and a fourth… all with practiced efficiency. While his buried nub was helplessly lost in crotch fat, he was at Dominik’s mercy, and he knew the sable was only teasing him along each time his belly came crashing down on his lap, eliciting a wet slosh from his cum-encrusted fupa. All he could do to try and push himself over the edge was to keep on eating. Meanwhile, Dominik continued fucking Kade’s rolls, using his free paw to squish Kade’s moob down harder onto his own member, the added pressure amplifying the rippling waves of dough shifting around it.

“We’re barely getting started, y’know? You’re a couple months away from outgrowing your bed, maybe a few more before you start filling out the couch. Summer break is coming up soon, and that means we’re gonna have a whole lot more time to spend together. Too fat to get off your own ass by the end of the year... your weight in the quadruple digits... breaking a full ton... Aah!”

It didn’t take long for him to finish as he thrust his hips in one last time. Scrunching his face and biting back a feral moan, his legs buckled as he shot his load into Kade’s sweaty chest fold and drenched it in his pubescent seed. It spilled down the dhole’s billowing love handles, collecting in the trench between his rolls and the mattress.  Dominik’s breathing slowed as he pumped out the last few drops of cum by hand. He pulled himself out, growling contently, and wiped his length off on Kade’s side.

“As much as I’d love to stay and watch,” he began, bending over to pick up his clothes and get re-dressed, almost taunting Kade with how nimble his lithe frame was compared to the dhole’s own grossly out-of-shape bulk, “I gotta get back to school for practice. I don’t want to see a single stick left when I’m back for dinner, got it?” The sable’s tone shifted down slightly, almost commanding his friend, not that Kade ever had to be told twice to eat something. Sometimes Dominik wished the competition would allow feeding on stage to really push the contestants to their limits. That way he could be the one personally stuffing more butter into Kade’s growing gut. But alas, the boy had to practice on his own, and there was plenty of other fattening garbage to feed him later.

“I already told you...” he said, panting with his greedy gob full of butter while peeling open another stick. “Easy... peasy...!” Bits of half-melted butter and spittle spewed from his lips onto his flabby chest and rounded stomach. He breathed heavily, slightly light-headed just trying to fight through the exhaustion of having so much blood pumping into his dick. “Just get the wand in for me, so I can really get started.”

Dominik was more than happy to oblige. The “wand” in question was a magic wand “massager” that the sable had dug out of his parents’ closet, but its real use was obvious to their young sex-addled minds. Always plugged in and at the ready, it sat just a few inches away from the half-sealed opening of Kade’s fat pad. A film of dried cum stuck all over its surface while crusty splotches soiled the bedsheets between it and his blubbery thighs. Dominik grabbed the wand in one paw and hooked his fingers over the top half of Kade’s fupa with the other. Kneading it firmly before pulling it back, he shuddered at how incredibly soft and malleable it was. He felt the warm sticky blend of sweat and jizz squelch in his paw and wrinkled his nose at the intensity of Kade’s musk. Meanwhile, the dhole stifled a gasp between mouthfuls of butter as his lard-encased cock twitched and spilled another stream of pre inside its prison. Even with his pubic fat retracted, Kade’s stubby member was still submerged two inches over.

“You're getting so freaking fat so freaking fast, Kade. Your dick is basically gone. It’s sunk deeper than even most of the grownup gainers we see online! It wasn’t that long ago when the tip was still kinda poking out, but now? Man, I can’t believe I have to pull your fupa back like this just to see it, and it's only gonna sink deeper and deeper... I’m gonna make you the fattest there ever was, you know that?”

Kade groaned hearing his friend’s words, a reminder of his own spiraling obesity. He was so pathetically fat, nothing but a useless pile of lard for his feeders to fuck and fatten to even more outrageous sizes. He shifted in place, weakly squeezing his thighs together against the doughy mass that swallowed his bits, sluggishly humping his own fat crotch. His cock throbbed again, desperate for release. Dominik knew exactly how much his teasing riled him up, and he was hardly even exaggerating. Along with Kade’s dad and their sponsors, they had all but conspired to make the boy an immobile blob before he even turns 13. Kade couldn’t have been more aroused at the thought, imagining himself swelling up big enough to fill his bedroom from wall to wall, feeling his boundless rolls spread across the floor and crush any furniture unfortunate enough to get in the way. Desperate for release, it made him hungrier as he kept stuffing more butter down his gullet faster and faster while most others would gag at taking just a single bite.

“Perfect.”

A smirk crept across Dominik’s lips. Unceremoniously shoving the wand’s rounded head into the gaping fold of Kade’s fat pad, the sable ensured solid contact between it and the boy’s buried tip. He flicked the switch on to full power and watched Kade instantly tense up, nearly choking on his food before easing himself into the wand’s powerful vibrations. The strain visibly melted away like the butter cloying his mouth, his bulging swathes of flab almost expanding as he relaxed. After countless hours spent buzzing inside Kade’s fupa every day over the past couple months, the wand was a familiar and comforting presence, always a reliable solution to the precocious cub’s addiction to sex. With his dick long since out of reach, Kade had become increasingly dependent on the wand to get off as he grew bigger and fatter. Over the last 50 pounds or so, even reaching himself with the wand as an extension of his arm had gotten rather difficult, so it was nice having Dominik’s help. Once firmly wedged in place though, it was easy hands-free pleasure, and it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” Dominik called out behind him in a singsong voice, already on his way out. “I’ll be back.”

Within seconds, the dhole was on autopilot. He didn’t even notice the front door slam shut. Too stimulated to think straight, his dick had taken over every thought in his mind that didn’t involve eating or cumming. Mindlessly chewing through stick after stick of raw butter, he feebly bucked his hips and pressed his boyhood against the wand inside the ever-growing mound of blubber steadily engulfing it. Kade was stiff as a board deep inside his crotch cave and leaking pre like a faucet while a dopey grin stretched over his face. He knew to pace himself for his training, but it was hard edging himself for more than a few minutes at a time. While he didn’t need another reason to be hooked on the taste of pure butterfat, this was just another trick up his sleeve for the competition.

A few weeks earlier, Dominik stumbled upon the idea of classical conditioning and ran with it faster than he could drive a ball downfield during a soccer match. Despite realizing that he and Kade’s other feeders have actually been doing it unintentionally for months, he couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to start experimenting with Kade psychologically to really push his limits. Food and pleasure were already acutely intertwined in the young dhole’s brain, so it only made sense to exploit the fact in his training by deliberately getting him off whenever he was eating. This worked especially well given the boy’s exceptional virility, which was only amplified by his youth and the hormones running rampant through his blood. With a refractory period solely bound by his willingness to keep edging himself along, his cock would twitch and swell whenever he ate, but the more pent up he got, the hungrier he became. It was a cycle of ravenous hunger and insatiable lust trying to sate his most basic instincts. Every bite he took and every pound he gained only reinforced his conditioning. Simply by keeping him in a constant state of arousal, milking out load after load of seed while cramming countless empty calories of fattening slop down his throat, he was easily trained to eat himself to orgasm over and over until he’d devoured every last morsel within reach.

Unlike most eating contests, this one was focused more on capacity than speed. Regardless, that didn’t stop Kade’s pace from accelerating as his first orgasm of the day rapidly came to a head. He was nearly a third of the way through the hundred sticks of butter after only fifteen minutes when he just couldn’t take it any longer. With the wand buzzing relentlessly inside his fat pad, his lazy humping steadily escalated in intensity, rhythmically sliding his stubby pre-slickened shaft up and down along the wand’s head, pressing harder against it in oscillating waves. The billowing expanse of lard that his gelatinous body had become started to shift and wobble wildly, covered in sweat from so much exercise in the early summer heat. His bulky arms bounced up and down, suspended by thick slabs of fat piled on top of each other, his moobs wrapping around his back and bulging out atop the cascading love handles at his sides. His legs stretched and squirmed against the enormous fupa pooling out between them, their doughy rolls undulating over each other and fighting for space. Even his swollen cankles began swallowing up his feet as they flexed amidst the overwhelming pleasure with his toes curling into his bloated soles.

The first load always hit Kade like a freight train going off the rails. He moaned into the half-eaten stick of butter jutting out between his lips as his whole body tensed up with all his focus centered on the vibrator shoved inside his fat pad. With one paw clutched onto another stick and the other perched on his flabby chest, fingering a claw into the inverted slit on his overgrown boy tits, a thick burst of cum erupted from his cock into the wall of pubic fat that kept it all trapped inside. Instantly drenching both the wand and the deepest folds of his crotch, the first shot alone lasted two or three seconds while his eyes crossed and rolled into the back of his head. Rope after rope continued flooding his fupa, filling it to the brim with hot sticky seed each time he squeezed his thighs together, almost milking himself for more and more. He shuddered and writhed in place, just a pitiful heaving mass of blubber in the throes of mind-numbing orgasm.

Kade swallowed hard, downing the remaining butter in his mouth and chasing it with the next stick in his paw without skipping a beat. Still diligently chewing, he took a moment’s reprieve with both paws free to plant them on his distended middle and rub deep into his gut, matting his sweaty fur with more grease and groaning in relief as his high slowly subsided. Groping his fat and feeling how softly it all squished in his arms, he savored the afterglow and basked in his own intoxicating musk that only grew stronger with each load he pumped out. Wallowing in hundreds of pounds of useless lard as it jiggled of its own accord, he relished the tightness of tens of thousands of calories packed into his stomach, recklessly gorging on the salty creamy richness of butter that only made him fatter and fatter. Meanwhile, his fupa, soaked and slippery with jizz, still quivered with the magic wand’s pulsing vibrations. Every sensation he felt compounded the euphoria overstimulating his young brain. This was all just part of his daily routine now, and the boy was already hungry for more.

“Gotta... keep... training...” he moaned out between panting, wheezing breaths.

He could still feel his buried nub leaking a steady stream of seed, twitching against the wand inside his fat pad. His dick was practically drowning in its own cum while the slick fluid leaked out around the wand’s head, dribbling down the rolls of his crotch and further staining his bedsheets. Already good to go again, it never even faltered as he reached a trembling arm out for more butter. With his incorrigible appetite only matched by his insatiable libido, every dozen or so sticks had him reeling as the cub ate himself to orgasm after orgasm.

The afternoon was a blur of butter and sex, and before he knew it, he found himself empty-handed when reaching for another stick to stuff down his throat. With a hundred sticks gone like it was nothing – roughly 25 pounds of salt, fat, and cholesterol – Kade came one last time knowing it would all turn into more blubber piling onto his body. He still had more deliveries scheduled through the rest of the day and into the night too. As if on cue, his ears flicked up at the sound of the doorbell. He tried to heave himself off the bed, not even bothering to pull out the magic wand still buzzing away on high, but quickly gave up the effort and flopped back down. The frame creaked loudly under his sloshing bulk. This next batch would have to wait until Dominik came back from practice. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long. He knew he’d be hungry again within the hour.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "To Be the Best", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "10", "views": "110" }