Fattorney at Law

Fattorney at Law By Callum

Long days were Buddy’s norm. Operating as an attorney meant he carried his work with him wherever he went. To the office, the courtroom, to his home and his friends. He tried to forget about it but couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

He needed a break. To hear more than the usual “Ahh, that’s tough” or “Hang in there, bud!” when he told people about his life.

So, he went to the bakery. He wanted to indulge himself. No, he wanted someone else to indulge him. Luckily, he knew such a person. A dragon of reputable size and irresponsible tastes. The ding of the bell above the glass door in Cal’s Confections rang through Buddy’s ears as he stepped into the warm-weathered bakery. Polished oak floors creaked under his feet as he approached the counter where Callum busied himself with mixing something that smelled delightful.

When the dragon saw Buddy, his face broke into a welcoming smile. Though his eyes bore a note of concern when he saw how tired the canine looked. “Hey there, Buddy. You doing alright?”

Buddy let the satchel dangling from his shoulder slide onto the counter. “I’m okay,” he sighed. “Tired, worn out, overwhelmed, but coping.”

“Not sure that counts as coping.” The dragon tilted his head, taking a longer moment to read the lines of exhaustion written into his friend’s dark face. Without asking, he swirled his spoon in the bowl he’d been mixing and shoved it into Buddy’s mouth.

“Mmmmph! Cal! What are you… are you… doing…” Buddy’s gaze became unfocused as the spiced apple cake batter spread across his tongue, granules of brown sugar cracking between his teeth. “Ooooh,” he whimpered. “Goooood.”

A heavy paw rested on Buddy’s shoulder and guided the portly dog to a stool.

“I think I know what we’re gonna do this evening,” Callum said, already grabbing different trays and platters loaded with sweet things. “I’m gonna see if I can make the formidable Goodboy Buddy Esquire, attorney at law, forget his woes.”

Buddy gaped at the volume of food being placed before him. “Callum, I can’t just-” A sudden smooch laced with scents of cinnamon stole his breath, followed by a hefty slice of cherry pie.

The dog went as red as the cherries as he chewed and swallowed, his tail wagging against the stool. “Did you just kiss me?”

“Call it a shock and awww campaign,” the dragon said. He slid a tray of eclairs in front of the canine. “We’re gonna start off light with a little appetizer. When you finish these, we’ll move onto bigger challenges. I plan on having that shirt of yours burst at the seams before we’re done. When you waddle in to see your clients tomorrow, they won’t even recognize the handsome, fluffy whale before them. Understood?”

“I…” Buddy met the baker’s eyes. He reminded himself he’d come in here of his own accord. With a nod, he shoved the first eclair into his mouth and tried not to moan when rich cream and sugary pastry exploded across his tongue. His tail thumped audibly against the chair.

Callum came around the counter and gently pressed his massive belly up against Buddy’s rear and shoulders. Plush flab pooled over the dog, blanketing him in heated softness while the dragon’s claws began to untuck his shirt, sift through his exposed fur, and knead his figure encouragingly. Another kiss landed between Buddy’s ears as he ate another eclair and another after that. He blushed and found his worries beginning to fade. That sense of self-consciousness melting into confidence and desire. When he hesitated to grab the last eclair off the plate and Callum grabbed it and pressed it to his lips, the tubby attorney realized he wasn’t the only one wanting him to indulge himself. The dragon very much hoped for the same. It felt like he’d been given permission from his parents to act out a little. To have fun and let loose.

So he did.

Callum acted as a benefactor and mediator between Buddy and the endless amounts of pastries. He’d alternate between placing different delicacies before his friend and teasing the everswelling curve of the belly steadily taking over more of the canine’s lap. Callum whispered words of encouragement to the tubby dog, flickering his tongue along his cheek to get him slightly flustered.

“Come on, cutie, you deserve this. Think of how amazing you’ll look with an extra couple hundred pounds on your frame. You could dress in one of those fancy suits, fill it to the brim and throw your weight around in the courtroom. And that’s not even the best part. Just imagine how good it’ll feel when you get that big belly rubbed and scritched after a long day. Here, I’ll give you a little preview.”

Buddy yelped when Callum wormed his hands under his shirt and dug his sharp claws into his stomach. The dog glanced down and lurched when he realized just how much flesh there was to grab now. His belly oozed between the buttons locked within the threads of his shirt. Even more surprising was how visceral the sensation of those fingers digging into him felt. It reminded Buddy of when he stepped out of a hot shower and his flesh would be tender for a couple moments before he toweled off. Being groped and stuffed was like that, only it didn’t end. And, as he watched, he became increasingly aware that all the extra mass Callum was kneading belonged to him. Gods, when had his belly become that big? It now rolled halfway down his thighs. And were those moobs dangling against it? He palmed one and blushed. Yep. He shifted his weight slightly and a gentle clapping sound pricked his ears. He turned to glance over his shoulder, dragging the second chin clinging to his jawline with him, and squeaked at the sight of two wobbling cheeks smacking against one another under Callum’s paws. The hefty hound looked up at Callum in shock.

The dragon grinned back. “Hits you like a freight train, doesn’t it? One moment, you’re a little portly. The next: BAM!” He slapped Buddy’s rump lightly, making the dog yelp. “You have a caboose wide enough to fill a couch! How does it feel?”

Buddy blushed. “Really good.”

“Excellent! You look amazing! Just about ready for the next stage!”

“What next stage?”

Callum raised an eyebrow. “You thought this was it? A little teasing and feeding and you’d waddle your way out of here? How quaint.”

He gently tugged Buddy off the stool and the dog landed with a weighty thud on the wooden floors. His figure jiggled abundantly as it hung from his frame; belly sagging well over his belt, thighs hefty as hams, rear tight and curvy in all the right places. A light poke to his belly told him he’d already softened considerably, and he discovered he wasn’t all that full. He wanted more and, for the first time in a while, didn’t feel embarrassed about it. Grinning at Callum, he said, “Well what’s the next course then, big guy?”

Callum smiled and pointed to a booth. “Take a seat over there and I’ll be out with it in a second.”

Buddy took a seat while the dragon disappeared to fetch whatever the final course might be. He spent a couple moments rubbing his paws over his figure. The layers of flab pleased him to no end. When he looked up, his jaw dropped at the sight of Callum struggling to wheel a threetiered cake toward him.

“This was originally meant to be served to a wedding party of three-hundred or so,” the dragon explained. “But they canceled and, as you well know, I’m not a fan of wasting things. I was gonna polish it off tonight myself, but you’ll be a far more worthy cause and I don’t need to lose my mobility right now.” He slapped his wobbling belly for emphasis. “You ready for dessert, cutie?”

Slowly, Buddy found himself nodding. He watched as Callum began slicing head-sized wedges of cake onto giant plates and sliding them onto the table. Buddy accepted the first one and took a big bite, finding it just as delicious as everything else he’d eaten. This was going to completely wreck his figure. Transform him from a moderately tubby pup into a great wobbling hound. The idea sent a rush through his veins. He glanced at Callum who only smiled back with encouragement and pride. They were equally thrilled by the idea. With renewed fervor, Buddy took a second bite. His belly growled happily. Callum continued sliding more slices onto the table and soon Buddy was tearing through them with wonderful ease. He wanted more and more, and Callum was all too happy to deliver.

In contrast to the first course, Buddy found the pounds he put on from the cake very noticeable. Especially when Callum finished cutting them and started feeding the dog himself. It freed up Buddy’s hands to explore and dig into his voluminous body. With his muzzle constantly stuffed, the attorney groped and squeezed and cajoled the swelling rolls of flab straining under his shirt, teasing them free of his buttons. After several dozen slices of cake, one of them finally exploded off, pinging into the distance at incredible speed. Callum expertly niggled a finger into the exposed oval of flesh whilst forcing an entire wedge of cake into Buddy’s mouth. He grinned as the pressure mounted around that oval, tightening Buddy’s flesh and expanding his belly further and further. When the corpulent canine swallowed, a surge of flab took another button, then another and another in a chain reaction that saw his vast bulk rolling free at last.

Buddy gasped when a boulder of silky, black fur shifted into his lap, pinning him there like a lead weight. His tail thumped feebly against his bulging rear, a happy whine escaping his muzzle.

Callum chuckled at the sight and braced both paws against the dog’s enormous belly. When he pressed inward, Buddy’s eyes widened in euphoric bliss. The pressure increased, crushing him with velvet mass, driving sensations of pleasure and fullness to every part of his body. His gut gurgled beneath the dragon’s paws for a moment until Callum started kneading fistfuls of it back and forth. The tension abated into a dreamy coziness. As though Buddy had ingested a cloud that now filled him with itself.

The more Callum kneaded; the softer Buddy became. Until the dragon was elbow deep in his gut and practically laying on top of him. Buddy opened his eyes to find Callum’s nose inches from his. He smirked and kissed the dragon.

“Hello there.”

“Hi.”

“How do I look?”

“Gorgeous. How do you feel?”

“Amazing.”

The pair of them were silent for a moment.

“You know I don’t know how I’ll explain this to my clients.”

Callum grinned and rubbed the hound’s giant belly. He imagined Buddy squeezing into the courtroom, barely contained within his suit as he apologized to the judge. The chair snapping when his thunderous rear poured into it. ‘Huff… sorry, your honor… I… huff… had to take care of some evidence…’

“That’s why I found a job as a baker,” Callum said after a moment. “People expect me to be huge. I’m guessing if you own it your clients will love it. Everyone loves a big boy who loves himself.” He wobbled Buddy’s belly from side to side. “If you’re ever nervous, just remember how you feel in this moment and remind yourself that you have the right to feel that way all the time. And no one can say anything different. If they do, thick skin.”

Buddy snorted. “That’s true, I suppose. I’ll figure it out. For now though…”

Callum continued massaging the dog’s doughy belly. “For now, we enjoy ourselves.”

“Damn right.”