After getting unpacked for their weekend getaway down by the ocean, both of the couple had split up to do their favorite activities. Nik sat on the back porch of the beachhouse, casually reading a fun book for the next several hours. It was a quaint read, nothing too exciting but a nice casual beach novel for sure. It was a peaceful day as he thumbed through page after page at a leisurely pace with not a care in the world. Life was good!

Not a care in the world. That rang around in the catboy’s mind. He hadn’t seen Duke ALL DAY. In fact, he’d gone inside and made himself a sandwich for lunch! That dog NEVER skipped lunch! Something was very, VERY wrong as he walks out on to the beach, calling back and forth for his boyfriend to come home. The beach goes on for miles in either direction, so he chooses one way and starts following it. Nik was past the point of worrying, he knew how this game was played by this point. Duke had done something VERY stupid, and the cat was going to have to bail him out. Or worse, the small cat would have to ROLL the much larger dog out of his latest problem.

It took forty minutes of walking up and down the beach before Nik stands before the latest disaster, hands on his hips. Utterly beside himself, the cat can only sigh at the dog who had apparently cleaned out some beach house, waddled over to their hammock and fell into it trying to sleep. It had worked since he was fast asleep…but had also failed in that gut instantly busting clean through that fabric. At least four people were contained in that wide belly which drooped the few feet all the way into the sand. Its heavy weight pressing down enough that the slight sway of the hammock from the breeze had helped form a deep divot where that gut rested firmly now, with a very slight sway from the small amount of give it allowed for the dog.

“DUKE, I can’t believe you!” The cat whined loudly at him, perking up the dog slightly who gave the bleariest attempt at a wave in Nik’s direction. Belly burbling and his gut sloshing oh so slightly with his movements, Duke starts to wag his tail in response. No amount of scolding can get to the dog as he lies there in perfect bliss. “Man all this effort to get them back, it’s gonna be a whole afternoon of our short vacation and…”Even nearly asleep, Duke moves his head slightly to give a tired but knowing smile at his lover. They both knew what had just happened.

Nik was entranced by that gut. It was huge, with several people having been made into nothing more than a perfectly rounded teardrop shape for him to oh so gently sink his hands right down to the knuckles in. It’d prompt a bleary whine from the puppy, but the cat would only scoff in response. Instead, both of his hands begin to molest over that peach colored dome, sinking his mitts right into that softness. It was everything he could want. Sloshing back and forth with the sounds of the ocean just a hundred yards away, Duke’s giant gut was basically a magnet for this cat with how much give it had. And with the pup far too bloated to do anything for now, the cat simply leans in and whispers “Alright mister. But I’m playing with this thing until you can waddle your ass back home…THEN I get another hour with it. Got it?”
Nik actually would realize he overplayed his hand, having to eventually go home by himself as the dog digested down so much food into a manageable size, but he’d be up at the crack of dawn heading back down to the beach to meet with Duke. What he’d find once again enthralled him. Gone was that titanic tummy of earlier. Instead, now was a heavy paunch of a gut, nearly shrank down from its massive meal to a manageable enough size. Instead of party of four, Duke now looked simply to term with triplets. Having commandeered a beach chair, the dog happily relaxes with his eyes closed, resting with his tongue sticking out in as harmless a position as he could seem to the cat. Pulled right on in, Nik would resume rubbing.

A huge sloshing belly was Duke’s favorite thing in the whole world. Everything about it just had him activated, and save the difficulty of getting one’s dick sucked, it was his favorite size to be. This would be Nik’s favorite size of Duke, with him having glutted recently, and sporting a still soft and rolling gut full from the last of his meal, but sink your hand in too deep and you’d hit a firm level of squish. By his estimates, Duke had about an hour until he was done processing his meal from yesterday. How does this cat know how long this dogboy’s gut will take? Let’s just say he’s had a LOT of practice on timing. Sinking his hands into the dog’s belly in fascination, he looks right into Duke’s eyes as he says in a blushy and huffed tone: “Okay but I am NOT sucking your dick. You don’t deserve to be rewarded for this.”

Nik lasted approximately 2 minutes after he considered Duke’s meal “done” before giving in. It was like magic sometimes, every inch of fat on the dog’s body would be concentrated to that belly. And that cat couldn’t STAND it. It was a perfect lure for him that all Duke had to do was wiggle those eyebrows to get him sucked right in. That belly was the perfect crash pad for the cat to rest his head against, sliding up and down against it as his lips graced that dog’s pole. Entirely human down there by the way, just the way they both preferred it. Up and down, again and again on the dogboy’s rod, Nik’s lips suckled against that sausage as he presses the top of his head in against the bottom of that belly, squishing gently down and covering all form of viewing.

Again and again, that tongue laps around the top of the dog’s “head”, dancing over him as for once he has the upper hand. Duke’s whimpering is pitiful, in that high pitched dog sort of way, but it’s music to Nik’s ears. Each suckle and slurp is more intense than the last as, now fully into it, Nik ducks his head under that boy’s belly to fully engage right at the source of that rod. Duke only tickles the back of his throat for a second, but it’s the only time Nik needs to finally break that dog. With a whimper, Duke blows his warm, thick load right down that cat’s throat, bulging it heavily and far too past the point of where Nik can resist at all. Instead, Nik just swallows it all down in a single go with as much gusto as he can manage!

Panting, Nik pulls his head out from under the dog’s gut, crawling forwards atop that belly with a smug smirk on his lips. Duke is down for the count, head thrown back and tail wagging up a storm in his collapsed posture, he has been defeated. Large in tummy but small in will, the dog has been utterly defeated. Casually resting his head on that fat boy’s belly, Nik grins, only to pause by an interrupting hiccup of his own, and then another return of that grin. “Well. You know…you haven’t eaten in nearly a day…We could get another round of what you had the first time.” And with a devious snicker, the kitty nods as Duke gives a very weak thumbs up in approval. Screw his planned parts of this vacation, licking his lips Nik already knows HE has another round in him when they get back to the beach house. The question remains; can Duke?


Bit rusty on the story stuff hopefully it's good enough..eheh.
Art by https://twitter.com/spookynotcute who did an EXCELLENT job with this pic.

Nik is by a close friend of mine!

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