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'By the gods... Master's chefs are getting too good...' Uwais thought to himself, as he leaned against the cool, polished marble wall of the dormitory that led to his private apartment. The sounds of revelry faded to a far-off murmur; the flowing melodies of harps and lyres with harmonious pipes became mingled with conversation punctuated with mirthful, jovial laughter. His master's convivium had started at midday, and now more than twelve hours later, was only now relinquishing the cacophony of dancing and feasting and pleasure to the crisp silver glow of the moon. Uwais had scarcely stopped eating that whole time, to the thrill of his Master's elite friends. The side of his belly pressed against the stone, and Uwais closed his eyes, as the wine finally seemed to be seeping through the incredible amount of food that swelled his stomach into a fluffy, gray sphere, bobbing against his thighs at every step.

The rhythm of the dance still pulled through his muscles at the distant sound of music, though it was all he could do, now, to scarcely waddle. So gorged, he rested his cheek against the smooth, cool caress of marble, as if he could draw from its solid, unyielding strength and make it his own.
Earlier that afternoon, dozens of lithe, athletic dancers had spun and twirled ahead of him in procession, trailing silks that whipped about, while Uwais, with his sturdy, powerful legs, pranced in step. Course after course, Uwais was fed his own private buffet as the dancers circled him, whisking away empty platters, only to carry over entire roast sheep, geese stuffed with fragrant rice and dried fruit. His gluttony became as much a part of the display as the dance, as after every course, one of the silken clad performers would tug the wolf to his feet and dance a partner's dance with the increasingly full Uwais.
It was a display of endurance and stamina; on his part and the dancers. It became a game to see who would tire first; the wolf gorging himself beyond replete, as he'd stagger to his feet and wobble about for as long as his legs would carry his growing stomach, or the dancers who panted in Olympian displays of athleticism, as the dance would end only once the wolf was too gorged to get up and found himself panting and aching every bit as thoroughly as his entourage. Which wasn't to say the dancers resented the wolf for his role in the entertainment, but as much as the nobles who cheered them on, there were few who weren't fascinated to watch Uwais balloon out right in front of their eyes.

Tonight, he'd eaten so well, by the end, a pair of lithe, lean-muscled cheetahs made a show of draping themselves over his belly in their routine, paws trying to squeeze and sink into the typical yielding softness beneath his gray bellyfur. Only, both were able to drape themselves over that solid swell, which was as unyielding as if they rested on a boulder of granite. Purring into his ears and licking both of the wolf's round cheeks in adoration of his size, Uwais had finally collapsed, spent, on a pile of cushions and silks, to sprawl on his back as waves of applause, cheers and mirthful laughter washed over him. Even now, he swore he still felt the caress of the cheetah's fingers gliding up and down the grand, gravid swell of his stomach in fascination, fingerpads splaying wide to take in the ball-round grandeur, then giving a covetous squeeze just above his navel...

Uwais' eyes snapped open to find a familiar alabaster-furred paw combing blunted, perfectly manicured canine nails into the fur at the very front of his belly, grown too fat and round for the wolf to reach on his own. Ears perking straight up, Uwais laughed, settling an arm around the corpulent canine's wide waist to pull him in against the side of his gut. In the silver moonlight, every butter-fat curve of his friend glowed radiantly, from the sleek, soft sheen of his fur, to every supple, soft bulge, from belly and rump, to chest and chubby bicep, it was impossible to ignore how handsome the well-fed mastiff was, and how every extra inch of softness made him that much more attractive and endearing.

"Great blessings of the gods, your belly's twice the size of mine!" Yasuf's silky baritone quavered on the edge of incredulous laughter, as he gave Uwais' stomach a firm enough pat to coax it into budging perhaps an inch to one side. "Come on, let's get you off your feet before you collapse and bring the whole palace down singlehandedly. I've already got servants bringing the massage oils... let's hope they brought enough!"

Artwork by twitter.com/Takesu_Art

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'By the gods... Master's chefs are getting too good...' Uwais thought to himself, as he leaned against the cool, polished marble wall of the dormitory that led to his private apartment. The sounds of revelry faded to a far-off murmur; the flowing melodies of harps and lyres with harmonious pipes became mingled with conversation punctuated with mirthful, jovial laughter. His master's convivium had started at midday, and now more than twelve hours later, was only now relinquishing the cacophony of dancing and feasting and pleasure to the crisp silver glow of the moon. Uwais had scarcely stopped eating that whole time, to the thrill of his Master's elite friends. The side of his belly pressed against the stone, and Uwais closed his eyes, as the wine finally seemed to be seeping through the incredible amount of food that swelled his stomach into a fluffy, gray sphere, bobbing against his thighs at every step.

The rhythm of the dance still pulled through his muscles at the distant sound of music, though it was all he could do, now, to scarcely waddle. So gorged, he rested his cheek against the smooth, cool caress of marble, as if he could draw from its solid, unyielding strength and make it his own.
Earlier that afternoon, dozens of lithe, athletic dancers had spun and twirled ahead of him in procession, trailing silks that whipped about, while Uwais, with his sturdy, powerful legs, pranced in step. Course after course, Uwais was fed his own private buffet as the dancers circled him, whisking away empty platters, only to carry over entire roast sheep, geese stuffed with fragrant rice and dried fruit. His gluttony became as much a part of the display as the dance, as after every course, one of the silken clad performers would tug the wolf to his feet and dance a partner's dance with the increasingly full Uwais.
It was a display of endurance and stamina; on his part and the dancers. It became a game to see who would tire first; the wolf gorging himself beyond replete, as he'd stagger to his feet and wobble about for as long as his legs would carry his growing stomach, or the dancers who panted in Olympian displays of athleticism, as the dance would end only once the wolf was too gorged to get up and found himself panting and aching every bit as thoroughly as his entourage. Which wasn't to say the dancers resented the wolf for his role in the entertainment, but as much as the nobles who cheered them on, there were few who weren't fascinated to watch Uwais balloon out right in front of their eyes.

Tonight, he'd eaten so well, by the end, a pair of lithe, lean-muscled cheetahs made a show of draping themselves over his belly in their routine, paws trying to squeeze and sink into the typical yielding softness beneath his gray bellyfur. Only, both were able to drape themselves over that solid swell, which was as unyielding as if they rested on a boulder of granite. Purring into his ears and licking both of the wolf's round cheeks in adoration of his size, Uwais had finally collapsed, spent, on a pile of cushions and silks, to sprawl on his back as waves of applause, cheers and mirthful laughter washed over him. Even now, he swore he still felt the caress of the cheetah's fingers gliding up and down the grand, gravid swell of his stomach in fascination, fingerpads splaying wide to take in the ball-round grandeur, then giving a covetous squeeze just above his navel...

Uwais' eyes snapped open to find a familiar alabaster-furred paw combing blunted, perfectly manicured canine nails into the fur at the very front of his belly, grown too fat and round for the wolf to reach on his own. Ears perking straight up, Uwais laughed, settling an arm around the corpulent canine's wide waist to pull him in against the side of his gut. In the silver moonlight, every butter-fat curve of his friend glowed radiantly, from the sleek, soft sheen of his fur, to every supple, soft bulge, from belly and rump, to chest and chubby bicep, it was impossible to ignore how handsome the well-fed mastiff was, and how every extra inch of softness made him that much more attractive and endearing.

"Great blessings of the gods, your belly's twice the size of mine!" Yasuf's silky baritone quavered on the edge of incredulous laughter, as he gave Uwais' stomach a firm enough pat to coax it into budging perhaps an inch to one side. "Come on, let's get you off your feet before you collapse and bring the whole palace down singlehandedly. I've already got servants bringing the massage oils... let's hope they brought enough!"

Artwork by twitter.com/Takesu_Art