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A Canine Bond (Jackgosi Weight Gain)

Legosi; An 18-year-old that has been a predatory offender for a full year. His life is monotone and tiring. It's like pushing a boulder up a mountain every single day, only for it to roll down. However, he gets offered a strange deal to get his life back… a deal that will cause him to expand massively, and of course, Jack is more than ready to support him. Perhaps… too supportive.

Legosi kept staring at the mountain of takeout left on his doorstep. Even after a few days of having let his current predicament rest, this situation still seemed completely unreal to him—a bizarre fantasy that was taken right out of a dream.

Being a predatory offender was tough. He had probably lost half of the job opportunities lined up in his future, he was going to be wearing a muzzle whenever he went into a herbivore-owned district, and worst of all, it was the last straw that sent Haru over the edge. To say that their breakup was messy would be a gross understatement.

She still has me blocked…

Now, he spent his days working a delivery job with a boss that was far from kind. It was fine at the start, but after months of doing the same, the monotony had gotten unbearable and he was looking for an out. He had tried making appeals, but with the status of his supposed victim—the CEO of horns conglomerate—taken in mind, no sane animal would let that go. Louis couldn’t say anything either with the profitability of his company on the balance if he was to come out with the truth. Legosi was desperate, but not that desperate to tank an entire company.

Of course, the buck wasn’t ignorant about Legosi’s efforts to get his predator offender status taken off his permanent record. By the time he had contacted Legosi, calls from the organization in charge of handling devouring cases notifying him that the wolf had tried making an appeal had been filling up his answering machine for months.

Just go here, you dumb dog. Why didn’t you call me earlier? I could’ve solved this problem for you without so much trouble.

In his wallet was a strange business card that ended up taking him to the back alley market. In the midst of run-down apartments and shady hotels, the luxurious skyscraper in front of him stuck out like a sore thumb.

Moving up the opulent floors through the glass elevators, Legosi ended up in the penthouse of the building. He recognized the man waiting for him—a muscular, well-suited eagle—as the judge that supposedly went over his case. The sudden pressure caused him to barely process all the platitudes and greetings sent his way until he was sat down on a throne-like chair.

That was until the judge explained to him what the deal would be if he was to get his permanent record cleaned. Even after having a few days to sit on it, it was still incredibly difficult to believe. The eagle’s words kept ringing through his head as he gazed into the gargantuan amount of food he was going to be forced to eat

I’m a man of stature. Because of that, I can’t find the time to indulge myself without… nosy individuals trying to pry into what I desire. You, wolf boy, are going to act as my proxy. What I want is very simple; I have a strong fascination for… bigger men, you could say. However, my fixation extends to turning scrawny men like you into stalwart symbols of weight and nourishment.

…

I’m sorry, did you not understand? If you want a favor from me, I want a favor from you. If you want that permanent record wiped clean, you better grow for me, understand? Think of it… as a preventative measure to avoid you eating more herbivore limbs, understand?

“I just can’t believe that he really wants this. I expected something else…”

Food from pretty much every fast food chain in the city rested atop the dining table. When Jack first saw it, he almost threw a fit because he believed Legosi was going to throw a party without telling him. Of course, the actual answer behind the food being there didn’t leave him any less perplexed.

“So, are you really going to go through all of this? I can’t help but feel like he’s taking advantage of you, Legosi.”

“I’m not clueless, Jack. He’s certainly using me for his own pleasure, but it’s not like I can do anything about this.” The wolf shrugged in reluctance. The discomfort of morphing his body would be nothing compared to the relief brought upon a clean record. “I just don’t know where to start. I don’t really like fast food, in all honesty.”

“Then why did you order so much? If you’re going to eat a lot, you might as well enjoy it.” Jack—completely unprompted—moved most of the bags off the table and to their shared kitchen. Not without whining and puffing his cheeks from the sheer exertion, of course. “If you want a feast, I can help with that! Just let me know what you want and I’ll have it done before you can go and beat someone up.”

Moving past the small dig at his reckless behavior, Legosi gazed at his friend in confusion. Despite the almost nonsensical dilemma, they found themselves in, Jack was taking it in stride and devoting all of himself to it.

“Are you sure? I mean-“

“No buts!” Jack insisted. “Now, tell me what you want! If you want to get that permanent record nice and clean, you better get your personal chef all your most desired meals!”

At first, Legosi didn’t know what to say. On instinct, he just blurted his favorite meal—egg salad sandwiches—without too much thought. If he were to look at it in retrospect, it was probably the best choice he could’ve made at the time.

Jack didn’t just make an egg salad sandwich. The giant omelet—stuffed to the brim with spices and a variety of cut-up tofu pieces—was stuffed between a garlic baguette and served up with a refreshing jug of orange juice. It looked appetizing—the total contrast of the quantity over quality approach Legosi initially wanted to go with.

After the first bite, everything was a blur. Legosi dug into the dish like it was his last. Every bite sent pleasurable tremors down his spine, and that wasn’t the best part; the scent of all the spices and proteins invaded his nostrils and formed a fog around his mind—nothing but the food mattering at that second. He even managed to forget that Jack was there, resulting in manners being completely thrown out of the window.

And then, the situation snowballed from there. Jack wasn’t just a great chef, but a very insistent one. The labrador would even be willing to arrive late to his classes if it meant assuring that Legosi ate every single last bite from his meals, and the portions that he served to the gray wolf were nothing to scoff at. They were so abundant that Legosi was sure that they could both get a normal portion from the giant dish and still be satisfied, yet he was the one piling three person’s worth of food with every meal.

And of course, three meals would simply not do if Legosi ever wanted to get to the weight goal the judge had set for him. Jack was sure to remind him of it when he whined about not wanting to get a midnight snack. The worry usually went away by the time he was eating his fourth donut and the overwhelming amount of sugar dancing around his mouth.

To Legosi, it looked like Jack was the one with the permanent record on the line with how obsessed he was over the entire thing. Still, he wasn’t going to reject Jack’s help… even if it was an arduous task.

///

Right now, the calendar marked two months since he and Jack started this experiment. The bed creaked in relief as the springs were relieved of the pressure of holding up his fat body. When he started, he was 170 pounds. He had always considered himself big, but according to the judge, he was practically skin and bones.

Now, he was double that. His toned, flat chest had now expanded outwards—spilling over his sides and hanging off in the air. His toned, square abs were now soft, round plush man tits that were filling out his chest and making finding shirts that could wrap around his frame borderline impossible.

His bottom half didn’t fare any better either. Almost all of his pants had been thrown out and replaced with sweatpants with an elastic waistband—sweatpants that still somehow managed to give him trouble every single time that he tried putting them on. Pushing them above his plump, grey-blue rear was a challenge that he faced every morning and time he sat down-

When he sent the picture of his progress—completely red-faced with nothing but his underwear just as the judge had ordered—Legosi expected to be near his oh so desired freedom. He had never felt more lethargic and slower. He just wanted-no, needed this to be over already so he could get his old body back.

That’s what he was hoping would happen. What actually ended up happening was that the judge—drunk on power and lust—pushed the deadline further into being undefined. He said that ‘he won’t let his plump pup’ go just yet.

Legosi was distraught. The only comfort that he could find through his constant expansion was the fact that he had a set goal in mind. It was supposed to be a crushing defeat, but before he could fall into despair, he suddenly felt Jack’s tender hand brush against the bottom of his sagging belly.

“Well, no time to waste!” Jack chipperly exclaimed. It was like the new goal invigorated his resolve rather than worsening his woes. “Come on, we need to get you bigger!”

Legosi looked down at his stomach. It felt massive—like he had turned into the whale of Jack’s history lesson. There was so much softness around his body that it felt unnatural. “Jack, I don’t know about this. Maybe we’re going too fa-” His sentence and thoughts were stopped abruptly with a muffin shoved straight into his muzzle. The sugar almost acts like an aphrodisiac at his point—his stomach rumbling for more as he swallows.

He’s an addict—not just to the sugar, but to the overwhelming care Jack had pushed on him for the two months they’ve been doing this. The labrador doesn’t let him spend a moment without being aware of how big he’s gotten.

“Plus, you look sooo cute!” Jack pushes his belly up before letting it drop. Seeing it jiggle like a giant ball of gelatin was something that the labrador couldn’t miss out on. His wandering hands always ended up rubbing Legosi’s belly whenever it was possible; rubbing his belly to soothe a stomachache, leaping in for surprise hugs from the back, and even small touches when helping him get dressed. “I think that I like you more like this.”

“Huh?”

The idea was utterly incomprehensible to him. His doughy, pillowy body rippled whenever he moved. Hanging flab would swing whenever he moved too fast, and all that extra lard meant that he was sweating buckets. Almost all of his clothes ended up totally soaked as a result.

Still, his confusion didn’t seem to deter Jack. Moving past his belly, the labrador took some time to tenderly squeeze Legosi’s man boobs. He was about to blurt for him to stop, but the sudden burst of pleasure from Jack squeezing his nipples made his complaint turn into a desperate moan.

“That’s it, Legosi.” Jack cooed. “How about you lay down for me? I’m sure that you’re very hungry.”

Legosi did as told. His tail wagged side to side as he sat on the edge of the bed. For as wrong as he knew this was, his instincts were pushing him forward. A voice in his head whispered to him that this wasn’t so bad—that this was meant to be—that he was too far gone to ever return to his old lifestyle anyways—and most importantly, that it simply felt too good to give up.

Jack walked into the room—tray with a giant birthday cake in hand. His smug, yet chipper grin resembled one of a Cheshire cat. He didn’t need to say another word for Legosi to know his intentions.

Legosi opened his mouth, and let the rush of sweet flavors invade his body, mind, and soul. It was euphoric. Each bite that he took only strengthened the voice’s volume—drowning out his rational thoughts in a cacophony of indulgence and debauchery. He chewed not with hunger but pure gluttony. The act to eat was more important than if he was filled. To him, all that mattered was the gratification from the act itself.

He was an addict—a very proud one.

///

By now, Legosi’s clean record was completely clean. He and Jack could’ve stopped this routine a long time ago. They didn’t stop—of course they didn’t—They couldn’t stop. It wasn’t just a matter of want, but a matter of their desires being so intertwined and overflowing that they simply couldn’t control themselves.

The judge requested no further than six hundred pounds. He came into their apartment every once in a while to marvel at the fruits of his exertion—gawking at Legosi as if he was some sort of trophy. He would prod and poke at Legosi’s swelling gut. Each time, he would react even more joyously at his growth.

Jack—despite being green with envy at how another man was manhandling his doughy wolf—stood proudly as he lifted Legosi’s fold to show that the wolf had been thoroughly washed by hand now that he couldn’t fit into the shower anymore. He was as caring as a nurse if Legosi was his patient—a comparison that Jack took some sick comfort out of.

Legosi was now bedbound. He had been for a long time. His tree trunk-wide legs were almost completely buried underneath his gut. His doughy stomach was composed of folds upon folds. It spilled in all directions—the intense heft being distributed all over the bed.

His arms had grown as much as his legs. His sedentary lifestyle had caused his arm muscles to wither and grow weak. He could barely lift up his limbs—his record time was four continuous seconds before his fat folds forced so much weight on him that he broke under the pressure and collapsed them on his belly.

“It’s been three months since you hit nine hundred and fifty. I’m sure that you’re as excited as me to check if you’ve hit our long-term goal!”

Jack’s tail swished back and forth. To imagine that an animal could be half a ton was something that he only ever imagined in fantasies, but here he had the culmination of two years of hard work. He had to thank the judge for pushing Legosi over the edge and sending him into a life of complete sloth.

The industrial scale had already been set up underneath the bed thanks to the judge. Both he and Jack were invested in seeing how fast they could turn Legosi into a half-a-ton pile of blubber. Legosi—who was now mostly silent thanks to his cheeks having grown so lardy that speech was pretty much impossible—whined with the tone they established to be for affirmations.

The digital display slowly kept increasing. Each second felt eternal. Jack bit his lip in anticipation, and then, the awaited number hit.

“YES!” Jack screamed before leaping towards Legosi. He sunk into Legosi’s belly as if the wolf’s midsection was a water bed. “Ah, Legosi… We did it! You’ve just made me the happiest dog in the entire world!”

Legosi rumbled kindly in return… not before his own stomach groaned not too long after.

“I know, big guy. You’re feeling hungry, aren’t you?” Jack ruffled Legosi’s head with a caring pet. “Now, let me get you your third breakfast!”

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