The plains of their Minecraft world stretched endlessly before them, a canvas of green and gold under a sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. They tramped through tall grass, pickaxe idle at their side, simply enjoying the quiet expanse of their meticulously crafted universe. Then, in the distance, a figure stirred. It wasn’t a cow, nor a zombie, but something entirely new.

As they drew closer, their steps faltered, a gasp catching in their throat. Standing tall was a magnificent anthropomorphic wolf, a creature of rippling grey fur and powerful, human-like musculature. He stood with an almost regal bearing, his tail sweeping gently, and an undeniable, prominent curve to his backside that made them blink. This was no ordinary wolf. This was Smokey, though they didn't know his name yet.

A mischievous idea sparked. They quickly flicked into creative mode, an almost unfair advantage, but one they felt was justified for such a spectacular discovery. With a bone in hand, they approached cautiously. The wolf watched them, curious eyes gleaming. They offered the bone, a silent plea. Smokey tilted his head, sniffed, and then gently took the offering. A shower of hearts erupted, familiar and satisfying. A moment later, a sleek leather collar materialized around his neck, waiting for a name.

"Smokey," they murmured, testing the sound. It fit him perfectly – a cool, strong name for a striking creature. As if infused by their thought, the name glowed, etched into the collar. "Welcome home, Smokey," they whispered, a warmth spreading through them already.

The journey back to their charming wooden house on the plains was filled with a buzzing excitement. Smokey trotted faithfully beside them, his presence comforting and exhilarating. Once inside, they set about creating a sleeping space, crafting a soft wool bed beside their own. Smokey sniffed it approvingly before flopping down, tail thumping a soft rhythm against the planks.

Then came the feast. They strode to their trusty meat chest, pulling out stacks upon stacks of cooked steak, the greasy scent filling the air. One stack, two, five. Smokey devoured each piece with an eagerness that was both endearing and impressive. His muscles flexed with every chew, his tail wagging a blur. They watched, captivated, a smile playing on their lips as they fed their loyal new companion. "Good boy," they cooed, and Smokey’s ears perked up, a contented rumble in his chest.

With ten, then twelve stacks vanished into his bottomless pit, Smokey’s sleek belly had distended to a truly remarkable size, round and taut like an exercise ball. They chuckled, reaching for another stack, intent on spoiling him further. But as they tried to push the next steak towards his snout, Smokey did something extraordinary. He lifted a surprisingly human-like hand, a grey-furred paw, and gently, firmly, blocked their mouth.

A soft, rumbling voice, rich and deep, filled the quiet room. "M-master, please… no more."

Their hand froze, the steak suddenly feeling heavy. Their jaw dropped. Smokey. He spoke. The awe that washed over them was profound, shaking their very perception of this world and the bond they were forming. Smokey, meanwhile, groaned softly, rolling onto his back with a thump, his massive, swollen tummy rising and falling with each breath. He sighed, a paw gently caressing his overfilled gut, his eyes half-closed in a mixture of satiation and regret.

The player just sat there, staring, a new kind of wonder blooming in their chest. This wasn't just a pet; this was something more, something entirely enchanting.