Overindulgence

“Is it much farther?” panted Cooper. The three-foot-tall brown otter was quite heavyset (almost spherical, in fact), following behind the female corgi as best he could. His blue-padded webbed paws plapped against the sidewalk as he waddled along. He was out of breath, not from the pace but from the distance from where they started.

“It’s just a few more blocks,” said Artemis, Cooper’s corgi companion. “I wouldn’t make you walk this far if it wasn’t worth it.” She was the same height as the otter and had tan and white fur, as well as a little pink flower tucked behind her right ear. Her pink-padded paws pressed silently against the concrete with each step.

It was afternoon and the sun was high above the many buildings, casting its light onto the city’s glimmering monoliths of metal and glass. They were on their way to what Artemis had said was a very special surprise. She normally wasn’t this secretive but no matter what information Cooper tried to extract from her, she would tell him nothing.

“Come on,” wheezed Cooper after another block, feeling like his legs were about to give out. “Just a hint?” Although Artemis wasn’t going very fast, it was still some effort for Cooper to keep up; the otter’s thick doughy legs were not used to carrying his weight for that long.

Artemis turned to walk backwards for a few seconds. “All I will say is that it’s two more blocks,” she said with a cheeky grin and a wink. She twirled back to face her direction of movement with a spring in her step. Cooper wished he could share her exuberance but it was all he could do not to collapse from all that walking.

They finally turned a corner and walked past a few buildings. Artemis stopped in front of a brick facade with a solid metal door. The corgi reached up to grasp the handle and pull the door open. Cooper noticed a rich, delicious smell wafting out of the open doorway. “Is that… chocolate?” he asked, his mouth starting to water.

Artemis grinned. “Wait until you see where it’s coming from.”

Cooper waddled towards the doorway and squeezed his way through into a plain, windowless hallway. There was a wooden door at the end, and as Cooper made his way closer the smell of chocolate got stronger. He reached his webbed handpaw towards a long brass handle.

“Wait!” said Artemis. Cooper retracted his handpaw and turned to look at Artemis questioningly. The corgi explained: “I want to see your face when you see it.” The otter nodded and backed away, letting Artemis open the door. She wrapped her paw-fingers around the handle and pulled it down, tugging the door open.

Cooper was hit by a cloud of chocolate scent as soon as he opened the door and his eyes opened wide at what he saw. It was a chocolate buffet: baking trays lined with fudge, cakes, cookies, and brownies, buffet trays filled with molten chocolate of every shade from white to dark, and stacks of gourmet chocolates and cocoa truffles, all centered around a massive multi-tiered chocolate fountain. The tables were built for creatures twice as tall as the otter, but the entire buffet was surrounded by a wide platform, built just for him.

Cooper’s eyes and jaw were open as he stared at the sight before him. His mouth was watering so much that a strand of drool trickled out and started to form a small puddle on the floor. Artemis giggled and reached over, using a thumb to gently close the otter’s mouth.

“The best part?” Artemis said with a grin. “I rented the place out and all of it is yours.”

The otter grabbed the corgi by the face and gave her a smooch on the lips, making her ears perk up and cheeks flush pink a little bit. “You are wonderful,” said Cooper before quickly waddling his way over to the buffet and getting to work on a stack of cocoa truffles.

The blushing corgi rubbed the back of her head and giggled. “I’m glad it was worth the walk,” she said. The otter inhaled an entire pile of chocolate truffles in less than a minute, the ganache melting in his mouth as he swallowed each morsel. He was left with a cocoa dusting on his palms and face, and immediately started on a second pile. He didn’t even bother using his handpaws for this one, he simply dove his face into the pile and chowed down.

As Cooper was bent over the tray of treats, Artemis took the time to admire his huge, fat rump as it wobbled with his movements. She had spent a decent time underneath it and loved how soft it was, and the way it covered most of her body whenever he decided to sit on her. Her thoughts wandered to past encounters with the otter and what it might be like under the heft of an entire chocolate buffet. Cooper finished a third pile of truffles and Artemis was staring so intently that he could feel her gaze. He turned his head to look at her and smirked.

“You were staring at my butt again, weren’t you Arty?” asked Cooper.

The corgi jumped in surprise as she was snapped out of her thoughts, and blushed. “N-no! I was… um… o-okay, yeah. I was.”

Cooper turned back around and waggled his rear, the cheeks wobbling back and forth like gelatin. “Then don’t be so shy about it and dig in,” he said. “No fair that I’m the only one who gets to eat out something tasty.”

Artemis let out a flustered squeak. Her original intentions were to fluster the otter with well-meant play-teasing about his increasing weight, but he had quickly turned the tables on her. She had hoped for some time with his rump but didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

“Be a good girl and get that cute little face up my butt,” said Cooper. Artemis whined softly and rushed over, getting onto her knees behind the otter and tucking her snout between his massive cheeks. Her nose pressed against his tailhole and she took a deep sniff, the tart scent of blueberries rushing into her senses and making her moan softly. She smooched around a few times and then lifted her muzzle up to get her lips against the hole, pressing her tongue into it and tasting its blueberry essence. “Mmf! Good girl,” said Cooper, letting his tail rest over the corgi’s back. He took a few moments to savor the feel of that warm canine tongue slipping in and out of his sensitive hole before slowly side- waddling his way over to a tray of brownies, making sure Artemis kept her snout nice and snug against his tailhole. He lifted the tray and let the brownies fall into his mouth, savoring their fudgy texture and flavor but doing so by eating as much as he possibly could at once.

The otter made his way around the buffet and worked his way through all the flatter trays. Artemis could feel the additional weight start to mold around her, surrounding her in doughy squish. Cooper was in a food frenzy from how frantically he was stuffing his face just to get as much chocolate in himself as possible. He was building up a sweat because of it, the salty liquid mixing with the blueberry essence of his tailhole and creating an intoxicating cocktail for the corgi in his butt.

After about two solid hours of non-stop eating, Cooper finished off the solid chocolate and set his eyes on the row of deeper trays filled with melted chocolate, kept molten by small flames underneath. Sweat was steadily dripping down all over from his body desperately trying to convert food into fat. Cooper held a handpaw over the tray to feel how warm it was, and was pleasantly surprised to notice a lack of rising heat. He picked up a full tray of melted milk chocolate and brought it up to his mouth, chugging it down and feeling it slosh around in his expanding stomach. He put the empty tray back in place and did the same for the next one, drinking it all in one set of gulps that left chocolate dribbling down his frontside.

After a few more hours, Cooper finished the last tray. His stomach was drooping far past his crotch and almost at his knees. His rump was spilling over Artemis and the weight of his cheeks was pushing down on her slightly. The otter let himself fall back and sit on top of her, and she vanished underneath him with a muffled, flustered squeak.

The otter’s fat spilled out onto the platform and completely covered the corgi. Cooper enjoyed the feeling of her squirming with surprise underneath, then letting herself relax and nuzzle her way back against his tailhole. His plans to just sit on her for a while changed when he looked towards the center and saw the chocolate fountain, calling his name. The rotund otter heaved his weight forward and rolled himself over to the fountain, his weight pushing a buffet table out of the way. Artemis was left splayed out on the platform, steam rising from her body. She was a happy melted puddle of blushing corgi surrounded by a large butt-shaped patch of sweat. She took a couple minutes to regain her bearings and sit back up, seeing Cooper leaning over into the fountain and gulping down the liquid chocolate.

“Er, that was meant for… decoration…” said Artemis, but she trailed off as she realized that the otter wouldn’t hear her over the sound of his own eager gulping. Cooper barely gave himself time to catch his breath, only breathing enough to prevent himself from passing out. Little by little, the fountain’s chocolate vanished into the vacuum-like otter and his stomach was left spilling into the large bowl. When it had been completely drained, the otter landed backwards with a whumpf and let out a hearty belch which sent ripples over his entire body.

The otter was twice as big as before, his little limbs still movable but in no condition to support his own weight. He couldn’t even lift himself to turn around and face Artemis, twisting and grunting as he tried to move but only able to roll onto his side. The corgi walked up to him and pressed her handpaws into his flesh, pushing on him a little bit and able to get him to roll a bit more.

“I hope you’re not full yet Cooper,” said the corgi, patting his gargantuan gut and giving it a playful squish. “Because that was just the first chocolate buffet.”

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It was the middle of the night by the time they arrived at the next buffet. Artemis had to roll Cooper the entire way, his pudge constantly spilling out as he rolled like tank treads made of fat. The original plan was to have the buffet laid out like the last one, but with the otter unable to move on his own the corgi realized they would have to make some adjustments. Fortunately this was able to be resolved with a simple phone call. By the time they arrived, the street had been closed off and a gigantic vat took up the middle of the road, filled with the buffet’s contents blended into one molten chocolate mass. The bottom of the vat was conical and ended in a valve attached to a hose.

Artemis rolled Cooper to the middle of the road so he was laying on his stomach, his doughy limbs splayed out and fat spilling out on the asphalt. The corgi grabbed the hose and was about to place it into the otter’s mouth when he stopped her.

“Wait,” said Cooper. “Would you mind giving my butt some love again?” Artemis blushed as the otter explained: “It makes eating so much more enjoyable.”

Artemis just stood there for a few seconds with her cheeks flushed. “I’ll be honest, I was hoping to maybe get you a little flustered from all the food, but I mean yes, of course! I’d love to,” she said, her pink blush deepening to red.

“Good girl!” said Cooper, and he opened his mouth as Artemis slipped the hose inside and turned the valve knob. The otter found his mouth flooded with decadent fudge, its rich aroma rising from his esophagus and settling gently in his sinuses as he chugged chocolate without pause. It didn’t take long for his body to start to frantically turn food into fat and make him build up a sweat.

Artemis walked around to the back and saw the canyon of crack that was the otter’s rump. Warm tendrils of steam were swaying and reaching skywards, the scent of blueberry sweat wafting over to the corgi and beckoning her. With her face still blushing, Artemis made her way over to Cooper’s hind end and gave one of the soft, cellulite-pocked cheeks a deep smooch. She kissed her way towards the center and then spread those cheeks wide, wriggling her way between them and as deep as she could go. The corgi’s face was pressed right up against the otter’s tailhole and she kissed it a few times, before starting to make out with it. Her tongue dove and swirled around, lapping up that salty blueberry hungrily while doing her best to make sure to pleasure her friend.

Cooper could feel the warmth of the corgi’s blush against his sensitive pucker, which complemented the warm fudge constantly flowing into his mouth. It wasn’t long before his entire body was covered in a shimmering layer of his own sweat, streams of salty liquid rolling down his folds of fat and trickling into storm drains.

The sky went from midnight blue to a golden red as the sun rose, the otter having spent all night endlessly swallowing the fudge. Artemis hadn’t fallen asleep but she was in a trance-like state, the heavy scents flooding her senses creating a fog in her mind, her thoughts focused on the flavors and scents of the otter.

Cooper let the hose fall out of his mouth when he emptied the vat, droplets of fudge dribbling down his chin. He was more blob than otter at this point, his limbs only barely peeking out from his rolls and folds of fat. He was drenched in his own sweat, the heat of the liquid wafting up in visible hazy tendrils.

“You still awake in there, Arty?” asked Cooper.

The otter’s words pierced through the olfactory fog clouding the corgi’s senses. She had stopped licking by this point and was just breathing in his fruity, salty scent. Artemis nodded and started to push her way back out, knowing from the fact he was talking that he had finished the contents of the vat. It was like trying to swim her way back out through a sea of butt-fat, but she managed to escape. Artemis was just as steamy as the otter, covered in his sweat and exhaling visible bursts of fog as she caught her breath. She saw just how big Cooper was and continued to blush at the size of him. “Alright, well,” she said after she managed to recover enough senses to speak. “I’m glad I thought ahead and arranged for the next buffet to come to us.”

As if on cue, the beeping of construction equipment filled the quiet morning air. A wrecking ball crane rumbled down the opposite end of the barriers closing off the road, and workers attached the vat to it with hooks and cables. It was lifted up and out of the way, and the crane’s arm lowered down to the otter. An intricate system of harnesses was tugged underneath him and he found himself lifted up, his fat drooping through the gaps of the straps.

Artemis had arranged for tanker trucks to arrive filled with the chocolate that had been at the various buffets. Cooper would have to be re-positioned so he was more upright, and the corgi stood to the side. With some very careful and gentle prodding with long rods, several workers managed to shift Cooper’s position.

“Where are we lowering him down?” asked the crane operator.

Artemis walked directly underneath Cooper and confirmed that he was directly above the center of the road. “Right here,” she said.

BANG!

The loud snap of a high-tension cable breaking made Artemis look up. The corgi’s eyes opened wide as the otter-patterned pile of fat descended towards her and consumed her in an ocean of rump. Cooper’s rear was just as hungry as his mouth to an extent and the corgi was pulled upwards, her snout settling right into his sweat-slicked tailhole.

“Er, is she okay?” asked the crane operator.

Cooper felt the corgi dive her tongue in, and the rushes of air with her breaths as her lungs were filled with pure salted blueberry smell. The folds of fat had tucked underneath her and left her completely surrounded by flab. By this point Cooper couldn’t move except to talk, his muscles pinned in place with his own weight.

“She’s right where she wants to be,” said Cooper. The crane operator shrugged and decided not to question it.

The first tanker truck arrived, backing up into the street. The driver leaped out and unwound a massive hose, bringing it to Cooper’s mouth and slipping it inside. They turned a wheel on the side and Cooper felt chocolate flowing into his mouth, which he began to chug down greedily.

Cooper continued to expand as he emptied that truck and it was quickly replaced by another truck. After an entire fleet of them had filled him with fudge, his body had grown to fill out both sides of the street, pressing against the buildings in a growing wall of fat. As the trucks kept coming and the otter kept growing, it reached a point where he was too heavy for anyone to move.

Artemis hadn’t intended to be trapped under Cooper through the point of no return, but she certainly no complaints. She was in a sauna-like heaven, the doughy softness of butt hugging her against a delectably fragrant hole which tasted just as good as it smelled, keeping her locked in a salted blueberry haze.

However, the corgi had made a critical oversight and the agreement was that she would let the trucks know when it was time to stop. So they never stopped coming. Each time a truck was emptied, it was quickly replaced with another one. It eventually took an intricate system of pulleys to reach the otter’s mouth, which climbed ever skywards atop a mountain of otter fat. But feed him they did, an endless river of chocolate constantly feeding the otter.

Cooper was in his own heaven: an endless buffet of delicious chocolate keeping him as a constantly growing blob, with a close friend buried under his butt and just as happy as he was. He closed his eyes and enjoyed himself as he got endlessly fatter and fatter, an ocean of fat which never stopped growing.