Robert the wolf cub sat at his family's dining room table and picked at his small plate of cut up bacon and egg. He drank orange juice from a spillproof cup, his favorite drink, and was generally content with things as he sat and played pretend with his food. He pushed bits of bacon around, egg spiraled the other way, and where they met they made battle - a little bit of bacon perished, to be banished to his maw for immediate chewing up, and then a little bit of egg inevitably followed. This was the cost of war, so far as a three year old cub was concerned. Then Robert's older brother Nathan waddled out of his bedroom, his big soft belly nudging against the door frame as he squeezed out. Nathan's bulk swayed side to side as his wide gait slowly carried him to the table, which his gut nudged against while he pulled his extra-wide chair back. Nathan weighed over four hundred pounds, and ate more than Robert and their father ate ALL DAY in a single meal. The twelve year old wolf cub panted for breath as he waited for his father to bring his breakfast, a full-sized plate each of bacon and eggs, heaped so high it threatened to fall off the plate. Nathan tucked in immediately, and didn't bother using a fork. He ate with his bare hands, shoving handfuls of tasty breakfast foods into his maw. Nathan finished his first course before Robert had a chance to empty his own, tiny plate. Their father brought two more plates for Nathan, who showed no sign of having sated his appetite at all. When the obese cub was finished these, he pushed back from the table and tried two times to stand before finally succeeding. He waddled back to his bedroom, his fat butt peeking over his sagging undies, where he'd play video games all day even though he was supposed to do homsechool work. Robert's father arrived for breakfast now, having finished cooking for Nathan's vast appetite. He patted Robert affectionately on the shoulder, seeing how his younger son had nearly finished his breakfast like a good boy. "Dad," Robert said with a question in his voice. "Why does Nathan get to eat so much?" "Well," his dad said, "Nathan doesn't feel hunger like we do, you see... When Nathan fills his belly up his hunger doesn't go away like ours does, it just calms down a bit. So he eats and eats and eats because if he stops, the hunger will get so bad he can't even think about anything else." "And that's why he's so big and fat?" Robert's dad sputtered on his morning coffee, and laughs out loud. "Yes, son, that's why your brother's so big and fat." He tousled Robert's hair before returning to his own breakfast. "But dad," Robert whined. "You give him so much more food than me. I wanna eat as much bacon and eggs as he does, and as much lunch and dinner too. I have to go to preschool, but he gets to stay home and eat and play video games all day! I want at least as much as he gets!" "But Robert, honey, Bobby," his father explains, "If you eat as much as your brother does, you'll grow big and fat too, and if you eat even more you'll grow even fatter than he is!" "If it means I get as much tasty bacon as he does, then I want to be fatter than he is! I wanna be big and soft and wear undies all day! Please, dad? Will you please make me fatter than Nathan?" His father seemed to think it over for a while before making a decision. "Tell you what, if you can finish one more plate like you've already had, I'll give you more food from now on." Robert was beside himself with excitement, and when his dad returned from the kitchen with another small plate he immediately tried to dig in like his brother did. "Wait just a second, robert, I've got something for you." Robert's dad help up a square adhesive patch, and Robert recognized it. "Nathan's medicine patch? The one he has to wear every day?" "Uh huh," his dad said. "Now tell me again, and be totally honest because this is important. Are you absolutely sure you want to be big and fat like Nathan is?" Robert nods excitedly, his eagerness overfilling him and spilling out. "I do! I do, dad, so much!" So his dad put the patch on his shoulder, and Robert began to eat. But as he ate his fullness slowed him, and he ate less and less and less until he didn't want to touch another scrap of food. He hadn't even finished half his plate yet. "Dad," he called out - his dad had gone back to the kitchen some time ago and hadn't returned. "Dad, I can't do it... I'm not hungry any more, I'm not like Nathan..." He held his belly and groaned softly, because it was starting to ache a bit. "Oh, don't worry son... you will be. Just give it a few more minutes, your medicine hasn't kicked in yet." Robert didn't understand what his dad meant, but after another couple minutes his aching belly had gotten worse, and then his stomach grumbled really loud. He realized then that the ache he'd been feeling wasn't just a bellyache... he was HUNGRY. It was like a switch had been thrown, and suddenly he was so ravenous he could eat a whole horse. Within seconds he scarfed down the last half of his second breakfast, and was almost violently licking his plates clean when his dad returned with two heaping large plates of breakfast. "Now, theeere he is," his dad cooed. "There's my hungry little cub." Robert ate so much his belly started to bulge, to bloat, to cover his little lap. When he finished the two plates his belly felt fit to burst and he was groaning from discomfort. But even though he'd overdone it, the hunger was still there, diminished but ever present. His daddy tutted and cooed and rubbed his belly, which felt wonderful, It was like having a basketball inside, and he felt so full. His daddy's expert hands rubbed and kneaded and comforted him, and he fell fast asleep. After than he ate as much as Nathan did, pushing himself more and more. He grew quickly, his clothes apprently shrinking as wolf blubber exploded out of them. When his belly reached his knees and he had trouble walking, the other kids at preschool laughed at him. But he all he could focus on was his pockets full of snacks and the lunch period. He'd eat so much none of the other kids wanted to sit next to him, but that was fine - he was too busy eating to care. When the school finally determined that he wasn't able to physically attend, Robert was finally allowed to stay home. He ate more than ever, his father apparently more than happy to cook and care for him. He gorged and blimped so quickly that within weeks his backside was wide enough to fill the love seat in the living room by itself, his arms and legs rotund with fat and his belly sagging down the front of the couch far enough the carpet tickled. His chest was huge, a pair of massive mounds of fat, boy boobs big enough to make a woman jealous. The last time his dad had weighed him, he'd had to subtract the weight of the bariatric wheelchair Robert needed to be moved around. He'd weighed over nine hundred pounds, and had absolutely kept on gaining since then. When his belly finally touched the floor and his limbs were so fat he could barely move them, his dad sat with him and snuggled, rubbing his big belly and nuzzling up to his fat-heavy muzzle. "You're such a good boy, Robert, such an amazingly wonderful boy. I'm so glad you wanted to grow big and fat, too, you're so much bigger than Nathan now!" Robert was so pleased, and felt his tail try to wag - it was buried between his big butt cheeks, and was thick with its own fat now. It almost hurt to try to move it, but he couldn't help it - he was so huge and soft and fat! He panted constantly, comfortably swaddled in hundreds of pounds of cub-blubber, and was so immobilized by his weight he needed his dad to feed him his meals. "Are you happy, Robert? Did you get what you wanted?" "Y-yes!" Robert cried happily, so so pleased. "Yes, Dad, I'm so big and soft and fat!" "Good," his dad said softly, "That's very good." He peeled Robert's daily medicine patch off, since it was spent and useless now. And then he put two brand new ones on his big fat boy, who could absolutely eat even more than he already was - and two appetite stimulant patches should have him eating like a pig at the trough. He smooched his boy on his fat, bloated cheek. Robert hadn't noticed, since he'd been so obsessed with his own belly and hunger, but he hadn't seen Nathan in months. This was because his daddy had already tested double patches on his older brother, and Nathan was currently filling up his bedroom from wall to wall and feeding from a pump and hose. "Such a good, fat boy, imagine how comfy and soft you'll be when you're twice as big!" his daddy said, imagining trying a third patch on his excited, eager "little" cub.