Expansive Wares

Cooper was out and about looking for something new to snack on. The brown otter’s giant round gut wobbled over his dark blue gym shorts with each step he took, his blue eyes scanning over the stores on his block. He had sampled everything and wasn’t quite sure what he was in the mood for. He was going around in his third circle when he saw a building he could have sworn wasn’t there before.

In an alley-way between two apartment complexes was a simple wooden shack, the wood appearing old and weathered. An unpainted wooden door with a silver knob marked the entrance, but there was no worded signage. Just a wooden sculpture above the door of a wrapped piece of white candy with a red inward spiral. Cooper recognized this as the telltale sign of a sweets shop, and placed his blue- padded pawfingers on the knob. He turned it and pushed the door open, squeezing his way into the store.

It was nothing like what it looked like on the outside. Cooper found himself in a gigantic, clean warehouse, with brand-name candies and sweets as well as handcrafted confectioneries. The aisles seemed to go on forever and the ceiling towered far above, taller than anyone could reasonably reach. He rubbed over his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

“I had a feeling I’d see you here,” said a female voice.

Cooper turned to his right to see a corgi with her hands behind her back. She shared his height (though not his width), with green eyes and a bright smile on her face. She wasn’t wearing any store uniform, just a plain purple tank-top and a pink mini-skirt. She was identified from the name on the bone-shaped tag hanging from the blue leather collar around her neck: Artemis. She and Cooper, however, were already friends.

“Arty!” said Cooper. “This explains a lot, actually. Is this one of your latest business ventures?”

“More of an experiment, really,” replied Artemis with a shrug. “I wanted to see what difference it made attention-wise to have a shifting entrance.” This wasn’t anything unusual for her—she frequently tried out various off-the-wall ideas to sate her curiosity. “You know how in stories someone will see something that wasn’t there before and is like ‘Huh, I wonder what that’s about’ and investigate? I wanted to see if that actually did anything.”

“And did it?” asked the otter.

“Well you’re here now aren’t you?” replied the corgi with a grin. She giggled and shook her head. “No, honestly I’m kind of surprised by how long it took for someone to actually open the door.” She folded her arms across her chest. “I thought that plaque would have gotten someone’s interest before now, but you’re the first one I’ve seen since I started the experiment.”

“Plaque?” asked Cooper. “What plaque?”

“The one on the door!” replied Artemis. “The one that says ‘inside is vastly larger than it appears?’”

The otter tilted his head to the side. “There wasn’t any plaque I could see.” He thought back to what he had seen. “There was just the wooden sculpture that looked like a piece of candy.”

The corgi frowned. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Cooper affirmed.

“Well, shit. That would explain how everyone missed it.” She laughed at herself a little. “Well, it is what it is. You’re probably here to eat, right?”

The otter nodded eagerly. “That was the plan, yeah! So, is this a store or… what’s the deal here?” He looked down the distant aisles and at the tall ceiling. “This place is huge!”

“I honestly have no idea,” the corgi admitted. “I told you about my latest project, right?” Cooper nodded, knowing about her latest dive into inter-dimensional travel. “I stumbled upon this place while looking for something else.” Artemis went on to explain that she thoroughly explored the area, found no trace of it belonging to anyone, and no matter how far she went it didn’t seem to end. “The whole idea of an infinite candy warehouse seemed pretty cool, so I figured why not share it with others?” she finished.

Cooper was confused. “If the point was to share, why bother with the shifting entrance? That’s a bit roundabout even for you.”

“As an experiment. For science!” Artemis said proudly, extending a forefinger and twirling her handpaw up into the air dramatically as she spoke.

The otter laughed. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” He gave another sweeping glance to all the aisles vanishing into the distance. “So you’re telling me this is all free?” His eyes settled back on Artemis, who nodded. “And there’s no catch?”

“None that you have to worry about,” said Artemis.

Cooper was left feeling uncertain due to her tone. “Do you mind if I ask anyways?”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing major,” said the corgi. “I just don’t have any control over where the entrance actually goes, and sometimes it’ll shift directly into a solid object.” As if on cue, the door fell away from the wall and thudded onto the floor, the solid piece of wood cracking into large broken chunks.

“…And then I have to reset it by putting the door back together.” She made her way over the former door and crouched down, examining the pieces.

Cooper started to waddle his way over to her. “Would you like some help?”

Artemis shook her head, picking up a bronze rectangle. “No thank you,” she said, standing up and examining the piece of metal in her hands. “It doesn’t take long and I’ve sort of made it into a game. The main issue now is that I have to figure out why the plaque isn’t showing up outside when the entrance is actually there.” She looked up from the metal and turned to face the otter with a smile.

“Besides, I don’t think I need to supervise you while you gorge yourself,” she added with a wink.

“Might be fun to watch though,” said Cooper with a wink of his own. “But yes,” said the otter, turning towards the aisles. “I think I smell some fudge that’s calling my name.”

Artemis giggled. “Enjoy!” she said, before turning her attention back to the plaque and broken door.

Cooper followed his nose and didn’t have to go far to reach the source: an aisle lined with trays of fudge. There were so many different types and flavors that the otter didn’t even bother letting himself get caught up in choice paralysis, picking up the first tray he saw. He scooped out the block of soft chocolate from its tray and took a huge bite. It was luxuriously creamy, melting against his tongue and going down his throat like liquid. He didn’t take very long to devour it in its entirety, eagerly reaching for another tray and stuffing its contents into his mouth.

By the time Cooper was finished he had eaten ten entire brick-sized trays of fudge, and swirled his blue tongue around his lips to pick up any melted remnants. “Mmm! Wow, that was good,” he said. He watched with amazement as more trays shifted forward, the stock replenishing itself. He leaned out of the aisle towards Artemis, who was only three aisle-entrances away. “You seriously just found this place?”

“Yep! Purely by accident,” said Artemis, looking up from the mess of broken wood and turning to face Cooper. “I still don’t know what to make of it but as far as I can tell, if it belonged to anyone it’s long since been abandoned.”

“It’s honestly like something out of a dream,” said Cooper with wonder in his voice. He looked up, and on one of the higher shelves he saw a sphere of chocolate. It was so high up that he couldn’t tell exactly how big it was—from where he stood, it was no larger than a soccer ball. But based on the amount of trays of fudge it spanned horizontally, he knew it had to be massive.

Cooper looked around for any sort of ladders or steps, but couldn’t find anything. He leaned back out of the aisle to Artemis. “Hey Arty,” he said. “Is there a way to reach the higher shelves?”

“Oooh, right,” said the corgi. “That was the other problem. Only way to get up there is to climb the shelves.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to do that,” said the otter, gesturing at his rotund form.

Artemis stuck her pink tongue out playfully. “I wasn’t going to make you do it, silly.” She set the plaque down and made her way over to the aisle in which he stood. “What were you after?”

Cooper pointed up at the giant ball of chocolate. “That one, the one that’s not a tray.”

Artemis looked up in that direction and her eyes widened. “Oh wow, that’s way up there.”

“Will you be able to reach it?” asked Cooper. “I don’t want you to risk hurting yourself if it’s too high up.”

Artemis wagged her tail and gave the otter a smooch on the nose, making his cheeks blush blue. “I appreciate the concern but don’t worry, I’ve got it under control,” she said, before making her way past a few aisles. She went down an aisle to her left and walked out of Cooper’s sight briefly, returning with a giant coil of red candy rope. “And before you ask: I already tested its tensile strength and it’s surprisingly durable,” she said. “Which kind of sucks for eating but is great for climbing shelves!”

She wrapped the outer end of the coil around her waist and tied it in place, then slung the circle of rope over her shoulder. The corgi began to climb her way up the shelves, wrapping the coil and rope around the pole on each level of the shelf to provide herself with an anchor point. She took her time climbing her way up, and eventually reached the sphere of chocolate. It was five times her size, and something occurred to her with that realization: “I don’t know how I’m going to get this down!”

“How clean is the floor?” Cooper called back up.

“Immaculate!” she answered. “You could eat off of it!”

“Then just push it down!”

Artemis wasn’t sure why she hadn’t considered that, and nudged the ball of chocolate off the shelf. Cooper got out of the way as it fell, and when it landed he found himself face-to-face with a chocolate sphere five times his size. It landed with a soft thunk and the bottom dented slightly, but the huge ball remained intact. He was eager to get started but he wanted to wait until the corgi was safely back on the ground.

Artemis only realized now that the way she climbed didn’t exactly give her protection against falling. Admittedly, this wasn’t something she had much knowledge about and was improvising. She realized that the way she wrapped the coil at least afforded her a way to secure the rope to climb down, and she tossed the rest of the coil over the side. She carefully slipped the rope around and through her ankles, then wrapped them around her wrists in a make-shift pulley system. It wasn’t ideal but she trusted it more than simply gripping. The corgi slowly and carefully lowered herself down from the top shelf as Cooper watched. She was only a few feet off the ground when the rope snapped, leaving her landing on her back.

Cooper quickly rushed over to her. “Are you okay!?”

Artemis wriggled a little bit, the rope having tangled and knotted itself in such a way to bind her wrists and ankles firmly together. “Yeah. I don’t know what happened there but I’m fine.” A strand of rope connected her wrapped-up wrists to her bound ankles, and they moved together as she brought her wrists up to her mouth. She tried to bite the candy rope but she couldn’t get her teeth into it. “Dammit,” she said, and let her limbs lower. “How did this break?” She turned her head towards the otter. “Hey, could you help me?”

Cooper looked at her helpless position and was hit with an impulse. The more he thought about it, the harder it was to ignore. “Nobody else can come in here while that door is broken, right?” he asked. The corgi furrowed her brows in confusion. “It’s not possible. Without a door, there’s no entrance and it exists in a sort of isolation,” she answered, and then tilted her head. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” said Cooper innocently. He slipped his handpaws under the waistband of his gym shorts and stretched them out, wiggling his hips and pulling them down. “I just don’t want to be interrupted.”

The corgi blushed pink as she saw the otter removing his pants. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just getting myself comfortable,” he said, his fat-rolls jiggling as he waddled over to the corgi. She watched and gulped as he stood on either side of her head. “Those shorts are a bit too tight when I sit down,” explained Cooper. His thighs were massive, his huge buttcheeks drooping down slightly from the weight.

The flush of pink on Artemis’s face deepened to red and her eyes widened as she stared. “W-wait, I kind of have to fix the door.”

“No you don’t,” said Cooper. “Cushions don’t fix doors, they get sat on.” Artemis let out a flustered squeak and Cooper turned his head to look down at her, swaying his hips slightly. “Unless you don’t want to be my seat while I stuff my face full of chocolate?”

Artemis was transfixed, watching the blubbery butt shift and wobble with the otter’s slight movements.

“I’d prefer to be sat on,” she said quietly.

The otter chuckled and gave his butt another smack, sending ripples across his rump. “Come on cutie, you can do better than that.”

The corgi took a few breaths to collect her courage before speaking. “Please sit on my face, sir. I need to be your cushion.” She wriggled around in slight embarrassment at her own words.

“Good girl!” said Cooper, quickly lowering down and engulfing the dog’s head in his huge rump, which was met by a happy, muffled groan. “You make this way too much fun.”

The corgi’s nose was hit with the delicious tartness of blueberry, and she tried to dig her snout deeper between the soft, doughy cheeks to get to the source. Cooper helped by wiggling his rump and the corgi’s nose was pressed right against his blue pucker, which she sniffed at. The fruity scent clung to the inside of her nose, and while it was a pleasant sensation, its essence was thick and fogged her senses.

The otter leaned back and reached under his butt to gently scritch between the corgi’s ears, an action which was met with muffled canine purrs. “You’re such a good seat,” he said. He focused his attention to the giant ball of chocolate that was in front of him, and leaned his weight forward to tug it over. His rump lifted off the corgi slightly, and he was pleased to feel her lean her head forward to keep her snout between his cheeks. “A very good seat,” he said as he sat back down with his full weight. He let out a soft squeak of surprise as he felt a smooch on his pucker, followed by her canine tongue penetrating into it. “Ooh, maybe even the best seat,” he said, letting his hole relax a bit so the dog could have her way with it. Hugging the ball to himself as best he could, he shoved his face into it and began to chow down. It turned out to be a gigantic chocolate truffle, with a solid outer layer and a smooth velvety inside. After a few bites and swallows, Cooper had his head ducked inside and was licking up the ganache contained within.

Artemis, meanwhile, found that the otter’s tailhole tasted just like it smelled, and she dove her tongue in to get it as coated in blueberry flavor as possible. It was almost addictive, satisfying cravings while setting them off in a delectable cycle. Cooper’s loins started to stir, and his tapered blue length began to emerge from its sheath, which had been up to this point completely obscured by his large, flabby gut. As the corgi’s tongue slipped in and out of the otter’s hole, his shaft hit full mast and bumped into the ball of chocolate.

The warmth of his exposed member started to melt the outer layer shell of the ball, and Cooper soon found his shaft sunk inside and surrounded by creamy ganache. It was so rich and dense that it squeezed lightly around him. His hips started bucking into the orb of chocolate, the muscles buried deep in his fat buttcheeks clenching around the corgi’s snout every so often. He was surrounded by pleasure: the corgi underneath, his length wrapped in softness, and his stomach being slowly filled by a favored treat.

Several minutes passed and Cooper had eaten about an eighth of the ball of chocolate. He had to eat some more of the shell to get himself in deeper, and his head and shoulders were tucked inside. He felt a familiar sensation building up between his legs, clenched his cheeks tight, and Artemis blushed warmly as her tongue was trapped in the otter-hole. Cooper let out a shuddering moan as he hit orgasm, cum bursting through the ganache and pooling into a sticky off-white puddle right in front of his face.

His seed had a natural essence of blueberry, and it matched nicely with the luxurious flavor of the chocolate when he stuck his tongue out to taste.

Cooper pushed the ball away from himself and some of his cum started dripping out of the hole where his shaft had been. He scooped out some of the ganache and plugged the hole with it, taking a break from it for now. With some difficulty, he lifted and rolled to the side off of the corgi, moving to sit up on the floor and look at her. Her eyes were half closed and she was letting out a happy groan, her mini- skirt poking up in a very distinct tent in the front. “Someone’s enjoying herself,” said the otter with a grin. The corgi just groaned more and twitched her hips.

Cooper grunted and got to his feet, his fuller stomach dangling down slightly further than before. He looked over to the coil of rope, part of it still dangling from the shelf, and then he looked down at the corgi again. A grin crossed his lips as he had an idea, and he chomped down as hard as he could on the candy rope in two spots to get a decent-sized length of it. As he bit it, his tongue was hit by a tang of strawberry, and while it wasn’t bad it definitely wasn’t enough to tempt him into eating more. He made his way over to Artemis and crouched down, slipping it through one of the loops of her collar and tying a tight knot. She made no effort to resist, and even went so far as to lift her chin to make it easier for him. The otter barely had to do anything and he had already earned her full cooperation in attaching a leash of candy rope.

“Mind if I take your clothes off?” asked Cooper, and the corgi shook her head. He was able to slip her mini-skirt down her waist but had to poke a claw through her tank top to rip it off. She didn’t seem to care, her mind still fogged with the blueberry haze. She was fully erect, her pink rod throbbing and twitching. Cooper stood on either side of the corgi’s head again but knelt this time, laying forward and taking her shaft into his mouth. He tugged on the candy leash while that happened and the corgi found her snout plunged between those massive otter-cheeks once again.

As Cooper sucked and licked on her length, she bucked her hips a bit. She buried her tongue against his rear entrance and dug inside, almost frantic with her licking now. She wriggled around a bit, her toes curling as she thrust into the otter’s mouth. He felt her bulb-ended tip bump up against the back of his throat, lifting his head up slightly and lavishing the length with firm licks. He tasted the first dribbles of precum, and when he recognized the flavor of vanilla he started teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue. Artemis squirmed and whimpered, her legs tensing up as she hit climax, with her tongue deep inside Cooper’s tailhole. Her knot had swollen and tied to Cooper’s mouth, and he gulped down thick ropes of seed as they gushed down his throat. He kept sucking and swirling his tongue until the corgi was milked completely dry and her knot began to deflate. Her load-size was impressive, leaving Cooper feeling quite full afterwards and his stomach was even larger.

He lifted up and let the length slip from his mouth, leaning forward to grab the ball and pull it back as he sat down, the leash still keeping the corgi’s face snugly in place. She let out a happy muffled sound as she was sat on again, and started licking eagerly once more. Cooper took a few seconds to enjoy it and let his shaft harden again, poking it through the plug of ganache and chowing down on the velvety inside of chocolate truffle, now with his own blueberry essence.

Soon his stomach was filled to the brim, and his body started to work overtime turning food into fat to make more room. Pounds piled on and his weight started to ooze outwards as the ball of chocolate was devoured little by little. Artemis kept licking at Cooper’s tailhole, and as he got heavier so did the pressure around it. The saliva-lubricated flesh finally gave way when Cooper had finished half of ball of chocolate. That was enough for him to hit a second orgasm, cum gushing out in a fountain through the pre-carved space in the ganache. He slurped it up and dove his head in, gulping it down as it mixed with bits of the near-liquid chocolate. This time, he didn’t stop eating to recover, he just continued to wolf down the treat.

When he finally finished eating the ball several hours later, his face was covered with chocolate and his own seed. He let out a belch that vibrated across his entire body, and looked down at himself. He had doubled in size through fat alone and Artemis was completely hidden. He tried to lean to the side but the dog’s snout up his tailhole was making it difficult. “I think I’m stuck,” he said. He clenched his butt a little when he felt the corgi’s tongue swirl around inside of him eagerly as a response. “Ooh, I’m sensing you’re perfectly fine with that.” He felt her attempt to nod and let his rump relax. “Good thing we’re right next to the fudge shelf then,” he said, grabbing another tray. He didn’t bother scooping it out this time and just ate out of it like a brick-sized trough. The otter didn’t take long to lick it clean, tossing it aside and doing the same for another one. The pile of empty fudge trays began to grow as Cooper ate non-stop. As his fat accumulated, he started to gain some height with his weight, and was able to reach higher and higher shelves.

Days passed and Cooper hadn’t even stopped to sleep. He just kept eating and eating, a growing blob of otter-fat that kept stuffing fudge into his mouth. His weight was leaning against the shelf, which was very thick but started to creak from the fat squished up against it. Cooper reached in a bit too enthusiastically and his handpaw broke through part of the shelf. He felt a hose against his padded fingertips, and something flowing through it. “Hello, what’s this?” he said, pulling up on it to remove its end from the hole he had made. He could smell fudge approaching, and discovered that there was a nozzle at the end, out of which fudge was steadily flowing out. He let his endless craving make the decision for himself and put the nozzle right into his mouth. He was now drinking fudge endlessly and no longer had to stop when a tray was emptied. As he continued to expand, the hose tore through the shelf with consistent slack, just as unending as the supply of fudge.

Artemis was still under his rump the entire time, his fleshy blue ring just a small dot within the sea of butt burying the corgi. She breathed in his essence and tasted his hole, bucking her hips into the fat covering her waist. Despite the fact that there were literal tons of Cooper trapping her in place, hispudge still had enough squish for her to make those movements. The otter could feel the surging warmth of cum every so often, and the faint vibrations of her muffled moans. It was enough to set off climaxes of his own, but he was far past the point where he had any hope of reaching his groin, so seed just spurted out onto the vast piles of fat that had once been his thighs.

Even more time passed, far beyond the point where either of them bothered to keep track. Cooper’s head finally reached the ceiling, which had seemed so distant when he first saw it. The shelf he had been leaning against had long since been pushed aside and knocked down by his sheer mass, yet the hose remained intact. He felt the ceiling lift up slightly, and his head tore through, as if the ceiling were made of paper. As he continued to chug the chocolate, he saw what appeared to be the same warehouse he had outgrown. He confirmed this as his head rose as the pounds piled endlessly and saw the same trays of fudge from before.

The flow from the hose stopped briefly, and he watched with curiosity as the opposite end of the hose tore upwards through the floor and latched itself into the shelf. The flow started again, as if the warehouse itself were working to accommodate his growth. Just when that thought occurred to him, the hose itself expanded in thickness, the flow increasing dramatically with the same effect on his overall growth. He kept chugging and chugging until his head reached this new ceiling, punched through like paper, and the process repeated anew.

Cooper never stopped drinking the fudge and continued to expand into eternity. The first warehouse he started in had no horizontal limits and he felt aisles being knocked over, which stood no chance against the outwardly crawling mountain of fat that was Cooper. Each time he tore through a ceiling, the hose would expand, and his growth increased exponentially. Eventually the hose stopped detaching and was just constantly growing with him, the otter getting too big to really feel the growth anymore. He was covered in so much fat that there was only one thing he could feel with clarity besides the fudge flowing down his throat: Artemis happily eating him out from underneath, lost in her own personal heaven while Cooper was in his own.