Canii: Hot Dog in July.

"Whoooooa," Simon grunted, his sun-darkened hands trying to grab what they could of the vast field of umber flesh that was his pachydermic-sized gut. Digging his porcine fingers in, he hefted a colossal roll of fat in each hand, trying in vain to knead out the odd feeling of fullness that overwhelmed him.

Simon Evans was a college student from the fine state of Kansas, working his massive butt off to get a Bachelor of Engineering. He liked techno, but hated dubstep. He watched sci-fic movies but hated romance. And he was a big fan of the beach, always willing to head off for a weekend with his circle of friends to catch some rays and waves.

Simon also loved to eat. Or rather, he loved the gluttonous feeling that overcame him when he was eating, which would steadily elevate to a level of fanatical gorging. He enjoyed the feeling of ripping clothes as they struggled to contain his bulging mass. He liked the sensation of violent vibrations that overcame his hulking frame when stools, then chairs, then booths, then sofas gave way under his mammoth-like ass. And he almost giggled with villainous glee when, the day after the finals in his sophomore year, he woke up early to discover that his mountainous gut was brushing the white plaster of the ceiling.

His friends, naturally, were a bit worried about the odd behavior of their expanding friend, but soon had no choice but to accept it. After all, Canii were known for being a big species and they got huge for a reason. It was also lucky that Canii were also very energetic, despite their girth, and had no real problem rolling their massive bodies across long distances. So while the rest of his pals drove a broken-down van to the shore, Simon jogged, an overstuffed giant red lab wobbling and jiggling with each pavement-shattering step he took.

So it a week off in summer, mid-July, when Simon sensed the unusual feeling start to stir in his gut. He tried to ignore it, gulping down six burgers and a half-keg of beer to keep the sensation at bay. But it got worse over the course of the morning until, around noon, Simon plopped his expansive backside on a concrete bench and proceeded to massage his wobbling belly. It was something he dreaded, not really because of the fullness itself, or the slight nausea that was running around his head. He also wasn't afraid of going nuclear, which, though explosions happened on occasion, was not that big of a fear among the Canii. No, instead, it was the waiting. He had to wait for his body to relax, to digest the onslaught of countless calories that he had consumed over the past couple of days. In short, he had to sit, stuffed to the brim with food and fat and wait for his body to catch up.

"RRRRRrrrrrRRRP," he belched, trying to quicken the process, sometimes bobbing one of his bus-sized legs up and down to further massage his overloaded stomach. Ripples of flesh ran up and down his Goliathian body as he hastened to rid himself of his fullness. The summer sun continued to bake his body, causing every inch of his fat-filled flesh to grow warmer and warmer. He sighed and leaned back, still clutching what he could of the monster that was his belly.

A half-hour passed before he finally heard a welcoming sound. He glanced down and grinned.

"Well, I guess you enjoyed your little rest," Simon hummed, "Time to go back to work, eh?"

"GRRRRRRRRRR", came the response.


Wanted to make another Canii picture. Thought it was fun.

Enjoy. ^-^