Steffen was a light sleeper, but the sound of floorboards creaking underneath Kazan's heavy paws would have woken up anyone. The dim illumination provided by the full moon allowed him to see the wolf's double-wide backside and fluffy white tail as they disappeared out the bedroom door. Thinking that Kazan had probably just gone to use the washroom, he laid back down and tried to go to sleep. The digital clock showed 1:18. 1:19. 1:20. 

Kazan still hadn't come back and Steffen was more awake now than ever. Restlessness got the better of the impatient thirteen-year-old, and he hopped to his feet and carefully, dexterously, silently made his way down the hallway. While he had home-field advantage in avoiding creaking floorboards, the fact that he was barely a third of Kazan's weight certainly helped a lot, too. The otter stopped briefly in front of the washroom, but the darkness underneath the door told him that no one was inside. He kept walking, curious as to where his chubby friend had gone. 

He was just about to turn the corner into the kitchen when he heard the sound of cellophane. Did Kazan actually sneak out to eat? Steffen had felt a little guilty for convincing the tubby wolf to stuff himself near bursting earlier in the evening, but if Kazan's appetite returned so quickly.. well, it was just proof that the otter had done the right thing before. Kazan was made to be stuffed full of junk food. He always wanted more. 

He sneaked in a little closer to confirm his suspicions. Lit only by moonlight, the fat twelve-year-old was sitting at the kitchen table with a bag full of potato chips and a jar of Nutella. Steffen watched as the greedy wolf used a chip to scoop up a huge blob of rich, fattening chocolate spread and deliver it right to his muzzle. There was already chocolate all over his chubby face. Any thoughts of trying to be sneaky had vanished: Kazan didn't seemed to be concerned about anything past his next mouthful of junk food. 

He was so engrossed in his snack that he didn't see or hear Steffen approach from behind. His first clue that he'd been discovered was feeling a paw on the exposed, sensitive part of his fat tummy. Kazan let out a short, surprised yelp that was almost immediately silenced by another paw that wrapped around his muzzle. Kazan tried to speak, but the paw held firm. 

"Shh," he heard in his ear. "You do not want to wake my parents, do you?" If the familiar accent didn't immediately identify Steffen, the bellyrubs did. "They might be angry to find such a fat pig eating all their food. Especially after he asked for thirds at dinner." 

It didn't take much to intimidate the young wolf. He stayed quiet when Steffen gave his soft belly another good, firm jiggle, and again when he finally released his muzzle. Steffen then took a potato chip from the bag, dipped it in chocolate spread just as Kazan had, and fed it to the overweight boy. The salty, sweet taste made him close his eyes in enjoyment, but when he opened them again, he was a little worried to see that Steffen's face had changed. The otter was normally a light-hearted and friendly kid - that was something that had drawn Kazan to him in the first place. But the blue eyes staring down at him (and his belly) were filled not with playfulness, but rather intensity and purpose. "Go back to bedroom, pig. I will be back." 

Even in a whisper, his voice was commanding. The chubby wolf obediently hopped off the chair and waddled as quietly as he could back to his friend's bedroom. His nightshirt had ridden up over his white tummy and his tail was tucked between his legs. He knew he shouldn't have stolen food, but he was surprised that Steffen was mad at him. Just earlier in the day, the otter had been stuffing him full of all the junk food that he could handle and they both had fun doing it! Sure his friend had gotten a little bit out of control feeding him, but the bellyache was worth getting bigger and rounder and softer and heavier. 

The wolf sat down on Steffen's bed and, kicking his legs anxiously, waited for him to come back. When the door finally creaked open, Kazan began to speak, "I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be.." 

His friend had come back with an armful of junk food. Two boxes of Twinkies, a zipper lock bag of cookies, a jug of whole milk, a bag of marshmallows and a bag of chocolate chips. Clearly whatever his pilfering little paws could dig up in the kitchen. "..mad.." 

The otter dropped all of the food onto the bed next to Kazan. "Why I should not be mad, pig? You did not include me. You try to make belly bigger and I am not there? Of course I am mad! Now you are going to eat. I will show you real snack!" He puffed his chest with that last exclamation, exuding the confidence and bravado that came to him so naturally. "Take off your shirt, Fatzan." 

Kazan's cheeks turned red. How had Steffen found out about the nickname the bullies at school teased him with? The nickname reminded him of having his belly poked and prodded, of being teased as he struggled just to make it to his classes. It had the immediate effect of rendering the already-malleable Kazan even more obedient. He offered no resistance and meekly submitted to the otter's demand. "O.. okay.." 

He pulled off his adult 2XL t-shirt and let it fall to the ground. Steffen's paws went right to either side of his big, soft belly. The wolf weighed in at 296 pounds and, since he wasn't even quite five-foot yet, that tummy filled up a good portion of his lap. Steffen grabbed pawfuls of his fuzzy, heavy fat and wobbled his belly from side to side. "So big.. you must be very hungry, no? I know you eat lots today, but if you sneak to get more food, you must be really, *really* hungry. Lucky for you, I am here to make you eat." 

Kazan began to protest, but the otter shushed him again. "Shut up! You will wake everyone. You are heavy and loud. You do not talk, only eat. Understand?" 

The wolf bit his lower lip and nodded. He had seen this side of Steffen once before and it scared him. It was as if the otter were a totally different person. Since the otter was so much stronger than he was, Kazan didn't know what to else to do but play along. He pushed back on Kazan's soft belly as he stepped forward; the wolf picked up the cue and awkwardly, nervously started to scoot his wide butt backward. 

Steffen hopped onto the bed when Kazan had moved backward enough, letting his knees straddle the wolf's chubby thighs. Their faces were close together, and Steffen's blue eyes radiated intensity. Kazan couldn't even meet them. He looked down anxiously, his double chin creasing against his chest. He didn't know what the suddenly-dominant otter was going to do to him. 

Suddenly, he was trapped between Steffen and the wall. 

"Do you know how much you eat today?" The otter opened the bag of marshmallows and put one to Kazan's muzzle. "More than I eat in a week. Maybe two. All of it goes to your big belly, make you even fatter. Already, you are almost three hundred pounds, Kazan. That is almost *three* times of me.. three times bigger and fatter and rounder." 

Steffen took off his shirt and pressed his slender, tight little torso against Kazan's big, soft belly. It sunk in easily and it was easy for Kazan to see and feel just how different his body was from Steffen's powerful, athletic one. It made him feel slow and fat and weak, both against the otter and against food. It also made him feel funny, in a strange, unfamiliar, but not-unpleasant way. More than anything, it made him feel helpless to fight against Steffen. The flow of sweet marshmallows continued. 

"You see how big you are? How *fat*? What does it feel like to always be most fat boy in room? To have thighs push each other all day long, to be too fat to run? Too fat to walk, so you only waddle? It makes you hungry, yes?" 

Steffen kept pressing marshmallows one after another into Kazan's mouth until he'd eaten them all; he immediately switched to the cookies. There was no break, no respite. The otter crammed two of the sweet, chewy chocolate-chip cookies into the wolf's muzzle and, when they were done, he then expertly tipped the jug of milk to the trapped fatboy's muzzle. Kazan eagerly drank until little streams of creamy white goodness trickled out both side of his mouth. Then more cookies. 

The otter's body kept him pinned in place and Kazan didn't dare lift a finger against him. Not when Steffen was acting like this. 

He kept speaking in his Russian accent, and his words made Kazan's face flush with embarrassment. "Normal boys eat only one or two cookies a day, Fatzan. But you do not know when to stop. You keep stuffing your face like true pig. I see you in school, waddling your fat butt behind everyone else. Huff and puff. Everyone wonders how this boy get so fat.. he has no self control? And I want to tell them truth... you really are true pig." 

The cookies were gone and Kazan was already starting to feel full. Part of him hoped that Steffen's parents would wake up, and part of him was actually enjoying the yummy food. After all, Steffen's parents had a trim, athletic son. Unlike Kazan's, they could actually buy junk food and not have it disappear overnight. In any case, the choice was out of his paws: when Steffen decided to rip open the bag of chocolate chips and stuff a handful into Kazan's mouth, all he could do was chew as fast as he could. 

Whenever he was eating, the thirteen-year-old's paws were rubbing and squeezing and jiggling and sloshing every bit of Kazan's fat they could reach. It was incredible to feel how his body moved: to feel his belly bounce up and down against his thighs, his boyboobs jiggle from side to side, his upper arms quiver with all that extra blubber. Even though the otter’s words made him blush, his paws made him feel good. 

The fat pup's countenance gave him away. "You like how it feels, fat boy? To be so soft and heavy, to have belly wobble all over? Even you have boobs so big that all girls are jealous. Imagine at 400. One hundred more pounds of this soft fat. Weighs you down, makes you slow and heavy. You can't fit in any clothes, so you must hire people to measure around great big belly and sew clothes for you. From scratch, because there has never been seventh grader so huge. Too fat for desk. Too fat for school. I will make you that big. No. I will make you even bigger!" 

The chocolate chips were meant for baking, not to be consumed by greedy cubs, so they were messy. The melty chocolate covered Kazan's muzzle and got into his fur and underneath his chestroll. It was made worse by the fact that Steffen, only wearing his briefs, was increasing the friction and heat between them by rocking his body back and forth over Kazan's growing, food-filled middle. Something was going on with him. 

When that was all gone, Steffen opened up the Twinkies. Kazan began to protest, to say that he was really full, that he needed a break.. but Steffen forced the first one into his maw before he could utter a word. "No talking, Fatzan. You want to wake family up, so they see what a fat pig you are? You think I will be blamed, when they find big fat puppy in here with face covered in chocolate and belly that fills his lap? No, they will think you stole all food to keep for your greedy self. How else would you get so fat?" 

Two, four, six Twinkies. They just kept coming, and Kazan was getting painfully, desperately full. He needed a break badly, but Steffen was on a single-minded mission to forcefeed him. Finally, when the pain in his belly became too great and the taste of another cake made him whine pitifully, the otter leaned in really close. He whispered and his warm, breathy words filled Kazan's ears. "I know what you were doing in bathroom before dinner. I know." 

Kazan turned bright red in embarrassment. He was not given the opportunity to explain, nor any chance to defend himself. He squirmed a little in place, suddenly trying to get free, but the otter was much stronger and the Twinkies seemed to be endless. 

The wolf had, earlier, went into the washroom to clean up before dinner. While cleaning up, he caught a view of himself in the full-length mirror. There were no full length mirrors in the bathroom in his house, so he was curious. He could see his whole body and every chubby, round curve of it. He stood there for a long time, staring at himself and squeezing his tummy to watch it jiggle. Lifting his arms and looking at how wide he looked. Turning around to see how big his butt was. And after a couple of minutes of this, he felt something strange and wonderful and it drew his attention down south. 

He heaved his massive overhang up in both arms and stared. Kazan's fupa was another big roll on his body and it took up a good portion of his front, under his belly. Underneath that, he could see the divot that contained his hidden dick along with a little ballsack underneath. He grabbed hold of his fupa with one paw and experimentally began to shake it, like he had with his tummy. The resulting wobble not only reverberated around his big belly, but it also made him feel really good. The urge suddenly struck him to grab hold of his dick and, still standing in front of the mirror, watched himself struggle and whine as he reached around his belly and fupa. His arms were too short and his belly was too big to reach comfortably. He could just barely get hold of the roll of fat that had swallowed up his dick, but not much further. After a minute of whining and reaching and failing to do anything but make himself more bothered, he dropped his big belly again. He was already sweaty and out of breath from the effort - he needed another solution. 

Ever the problem-solver, Kazan went over to the bathroom sink. He hefted up his big, soft belly one more time and made it rest on the counter. A lot of his fat spilled into the sink, but it both eased the pressure on his back and made his hot, sweaty fupa press firmly against the cold countertop. He then bucked his hips against the end of the counter and, even though it was awkward and strange and weird, he could feel his buried dick glide easily through the jiggling rolls of his sweaty pubic fat. It felt amazing and he could've kept going forever and ever.. 

He didn't know what he was doing, but his zen-like state was abruptly interrupted when Steffen knocked on the door. He tried to steady his rapid breathing and compose himself. Until now, Kazan hadn't thought that anyone had seen him. He didn't even really know what had happened. 

"You were lucky only I hear you. When you try to touch your dick, you moaned so loud I can hear from hallway. And when I look through keyhole, you know what I see? A horny fat wolf. It made to sit next to you very difficult during dinner, fat boy. So much fat," Steffen jiggled Kazan's belly for emphasis, "make you want to paw off?" 

The otter leaned off the food for a moment, just enough to allow Kazan to reply. The wolf knew he should use the opportunity to plead with Steffen to stop feeding because he was already painfully, burstingly full of junk food. But he only had one question: "What's.. paw off?" 

Steffen raised an eyebrow. "You do not know? You do not see online?" Kazan shook his head. 

"Let me tell you then. Or better, let me show you. Take this off." 

Steffen already had his paws on Kazan's underwear when he issued the command, but even meek, submissive Kazan was too nervous to comply with this order. But even as the chubby wolf shook his head fiercely, Steffen yanked hard on both sides of Kazan's boxers and pulled them down around his ankles. The wolf's thick thighs and heavy fupa were exposed to the domineering otter, and Kazan was more anxious than ever. 

"You see how little this is?" Steffen unceremoniously stuck two fingers into the wolf's fatpad until they pressed against the boy's soft dick. "Now you hit puberty, it gets bigger. It gets hard. For normal boy, it gets hard when thinking about girls. For you, pig, it gets hard when thinking how fat you are." 

Steffen pulled down his own pair of briefs; his own three-inch dick was already hard. "See. This is what real dick looks like. If you can see around belly, you might see this. And if yours was not hiding under so much fat." The otter grabbed hold of Kazan's fupa and shook it. "All this soft heavy blubber hides your dick. It does not stick out straight like mine, it cries and tries to poke out from all of this." 

"All those extra cookies." He shook Kazan's fatpad roughly. "All that extra candy." Once again, a little harder. It made his belly bounce, too. "All that extra junk food. This is where it goes, Fatzan." He shook it again. "To bury your little weenie so it will never see light of day." 

"For normal boys, they use their dick to stick into girls and make babies, or they put it in her mouth. But for you, you will never stick it anywhere, fat boy. How can you, with so much extra blubber? You cannot even see it! Even as you get older, even if it gets bigger, you will get fatter and fatter. You will never ever see it. No one will." 

All of Steffen's words were making him embarrassed -- his face was flushed, he heard himself whimpering. Somehow, though, the otter's words also turned him on. Almost as much as the mirror had. "B..but paw off?" 

"Oh yes. Let me show you." Steffen deftly stood up so quickly it left his dick bouncing, and then planted his little butt on the top curve of Kazan's big belly. He didn't really sit on the stuffed wolf, but it did give him a close-up view of the otter's private parts. Reflexively trying to pull away, Kazan could even smell his gentle musk. 

Steffen wrapped one of his paws around his dick and started to move it up and down. "This is to paw off. When it is hard, it feels very good. You go like this," he said, as he continued to stroke himself, "until you cum." 

"Cum..?" 

The glint in his eye had never been more ill-intentioned. "One thing at a time, Fatzan. See, it is important to know that boys only paw off when they cannot find cute girl. But I do not need to paw off." 

Kazan looked confused. "You.. you have a cute girl?" 

"I have you, Kazan. You are big and soft. You are cute. You have big boyboobs that jiggle. You do not have any dick I can see." He leaned in to press his pubescent cock against the wolf's fatpad. "That is why I do not need to paw off." 

It was so sudden that Kazan couldn't react. Steffen positioned his hard little dick against the divot in Kazan's fupa that had swallowed the wolf's bits. Awkwardly, inexpertly, the toned otter pressed himself into the wolf's fat. It slid in easily, but the dominant otter was so suddenly overwhelmed with how hot and heavy and slick it felt, that he let loose a low growl of passion. "Ohhhh..." 

It was his first time ever pressing his dick into anything other than his paw and, despite his confident exterior, was utterly unprepared for the sheer ecstasy of that first thrust. Kazan's anxiety and worry had only been escalating all night, but right when he thought that it would reach a head: he found that his fear had been replaced with that same unfamiliar, welcome arousal he'd experienced in the bathroom. Every time Steffen jiggled his fat pad, it made him a little more excited. He could feel his fat bouncing against his own dick, even though it was buried. He could feel his belly wobble up and down, sending wave after wave of jiggle through his young, blubbery body. Every wave of fat felt amazing. 

The excitement made his own little dick grow, and that was just enough for them to finally press against each other. The otter's hungry cockhead was already slick with pre, so it glided smoothly over the head of Kazan's buried member. Their most sensitive, private bits pressed firmly against each other, making every nerve in Kazan's body tingle. It blocked all thought from his mind, it made him feel better than anything he ever had in his entire young life. He bit back a lustful moan. 

Steffen pushed his athletic body back and then pressed forward again, his dick sliding a little bit deeper into the sweaty cave that was Kazan's pubic fat, brushing further against the stubby length of the wolf's buried shaft. Then he did it again. And again. "Oh, fat boy.. you feel so good.. three times my size and so heavy, so soft, so jiggly." The thrusting continued. "Ohh.. Kazan, I will make you so much bigger. I will feed you and feed you until you can't even move. Until you are so fat that all you can do is lay in bed all day and whimper and whine. I want your belly so big it fills whole bed and you can't fit through door! To make you so big that you eat and eat all day without stop, to make you grow even bigger. I want your dick to be buried in so much fat that no one can ever reach it again, so the only sex you can ever have is like this.. with me sticking my dick into you! I will make you so fat your belly touches all the walls of the room and you can't even feed yourself and I have to stuff food in your fat face all day!! Aaahh..!" 

Kazan didn't interrupt Steffen's speech. He thought that he should be shocked and scared at the fantasies the otter was describing to him, but all they did was make him more aroused. His hidden dick grew ever so slightly, and it was enough to feel Steffen's cock, slick with teen pre-cum and sweat, press against his own just a little bit more. Combined with his constant jiggling and the sight of this attractive, toned, cute boy on top of him, he sort of understood what Steffen was talking about when he explained puberty. His heart began to race, his breath came faster and faster. Sweat had begun to run down his face and make the fuzzy roll between his fat boy boobs and his belly slick. All of his systems had gone into overdrive, and it wasn't just his body. The arousal seemed to take hold of his mind, narrowing his entire world to his big belly and his dominant friend. Kazan's mind was cloudy with lust when the otter shot his load, smothering the fat wolf's buried dick with hot, thick cum and filling the hole to the limit. When Steffen pulled out, it had already started to drip. 

Kazan was breathless. "I want.. I want.." He had no idea what he wanted, but he wanted it badly. 

Wordlessly, the otter grabbed hold of the wolf's fatpad again and started shaking it. Kazan's hard little dick started shifting wildly around in its cave, bouncing against slick fat and lubed up with Steffen's cum. He bit back moans and kicked his legs and whimpered in confusing, almost-painful ecstasy, but the otter was still in charge. Steffen kept shaking and sloshing and wobbling as much soft, heavy, loose fat as he could. It was amazing to see how deeply having his fat jiggled affected his friend. At first he enjoyed watching the poor, helpless wolf squirm, but when the bed underneath him began to creak and groan, Steffen decided it would be a good time to show Kazan what an orgasm was really like. 

With one paw still wobbling his fupa hard, the other reached into the cum-slick hole. His fingertips were able to brush against Kazan's dick, which made him whimper louder than ever. Kazan's dick wasn't big enough for the otter to wrap his whole paw around, so Steffen had to settle with a couple of fingers sliding up and down. A little bit of careful attention, quickening his fingers, and being a little more rough with how hard he was jiggling Kazan's fatpad.. and that was what finally did it. 

Kazan's moans grew louder as the ecstasy of orgasm took him and Steffen, always quick on his feet, gagged the fat seventh grader with his oversized shirt. It didn't bother Kazan at all: he was in pure bliss as he shot the very first load of his young life. It seemed to keep going and going as his balls forced out an orgasm twelve years and three hundred pounds in the making. 

It was incredible. It was pure joy. And it permanently, forever solidified the young wolf's need to grow. The folds of his pubic fat were drenched in both his and Steffen's seed, and all he could do was lay back and pant heavily. He was still seeing stars. 

Steffen had been feeling much more gentle since he shot his load, and Kazan had never looked cuter than he did right now: fatter than ever and in post-cum bliss. Still, he couldn't resist himself. The otter took the last remaining Twinkie and pressed the cake into Kazan's cum-slick roll, just like he'd pressed his dick in a few minutes ago. It soaked up a lot of Kazan's and Steffen's intermixed cum and the otter gave the wolf a little kiss on his muzzle. 

"You are very cute, Kazan." He pressed the cum-soaked treat into Kazan's mouth, and he was feeling so good that the painful fullness in his belly was a mile away. He happily ate it. It tasted like Steffen smelled, and that was good. "We will have so much fun together." 

Kazan whimpered. "Can we do that again?" 

"Of course, my fat boy. Go to sleep. Tomorrow, we will make you even fatter. Da?" 

The wolf was already drifting off. "Da.."