At this point, a dark place in the canine wanted to just abandon his gluttonous friend; but he couldn’t do that. This was a fat… fate, worse than death right now if either one of them stayed. “Come on, you gotta keep moving” Max pleaded, getting behind his friend and pushing as hard as he could. “Please Max, you gotta get him away from me” the feline whimpered as the creature got ahead of them again. This time, he had brought out a sculpture of them made entirely in cheese spray. The fake cheese glistened in the sunlight, and had such a disgustingly pungent aroma. “Bon, appetit!” “Nooo” the dog uttered. “M-MAX!” PJ bellowed as he found himself lumbering towards it. “Peej! You gotta stop!” Max begged as he held tightly onto the cat’s shorts, his feet digging in the ground as he was dragged along. *Pulling as hard as he could, a low RIIIP filled the air and Max fell on his fat ass. He gasped as he held up PJ’s stretched out pants, while his friend continued waddling to the food in his massive, heart-print boxer shorts. They creased, showing off the flabby feline’s enormous glutes as he started to bend over. “Hon hon hon! Bon appetit” the awful chef chuckled, his four hands rubbing together. “You evil little…” the canine snarled, taking a swing at the evil twisted monster. It ducked and weaved him effortlessly, all the while the two ignored PJ grabbing chunks of the sculpture and smearing it across his cheeks and gums. “PEEJ NO!” Getting in front of him, Max tried to reach up to slap the stuff from his friend’s hands. But his belly stretched up too high, and he had already taken too big a gulp to stop now. The dog was horrified as PJ’s bulk expanded yet again, all that extraneous mass grinding in his face. The force of the fattening was so intense it knocked him ass-first on the ground again. And that was the worst place to be as the cat’s legs trembled and buckled, taking him down too! Max cried out as his legs and hips were lost under PJ’s mattress-like gut. “Peej! You gotta get off me!” the canine whimpered as he tried in vain to pull himself free. “I… I can’t!” the feline wept as he was handed a cheeseburger and downed it in seconds. Max gasped as his friend’s bulk kept growing, steadily spreading over him inch by inch as the creature continued to feed him. Soon his round proportions began to break down as his flab spilled out in all directions, tucks of fat building between his joints and around his slowly vanishing neck. And above all else, the dog’s torso slowly vanished under the encroaching mass of belly, until just his head and gloves were above surface. “Peeeeeej!” he whimpered, and for the last time today, his pupils shrank. For walking towards him, very slowly and in a calculated way, was the little chef. In one hand was a basket of fries piled up higher than its own hat, and in the other was a stack of burgers dripping with ketchup. “Bon… appetit!”