Birthday More

Story by silversnake on SoFurry

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#3 of Commissions & Gifts

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It was a chilly night, with no breeze and no clouds on the sky. Countless streetlights kept the city illuminated, for those late night wanderers that went from one party to another, bar hopping hand in hand. But that wasn't what the massive canine was out for.

An imposingly tall figure, brimming with muscles from head to toe, Khristoff strut through the city, gathering the awed looks of many onlookers that were shocked at his simply gargantuan size. He was used to it after a lifetime being a few heads taller than everyone, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the stroke on his ego a bit. But part of the appeal was also perhaps on his own outfit: Whereas most people chose heavy coats to fight off the nocturnal cold, the dog was perfectly comfortable with just a tank and a pair of shorts, letting his short brown fur be seen in all its glory. He had his European genes to thank for that, leaving the cold as little more than a mild concern.

One of his hands softly patted the large thermal bag hanging from his shoulder, and a small grin drew on his lips as he thought of the client he was set to visit. It wasn't every day that he got an order this big, especially of this particular recipe, and he could barely contain his excitement. His eyes closed for a second, the right one covered by a white spot of fur in his otherwise brown face, and he pictured just what kind of things the night could lead to. And right away, his floppy ears perked up at the multitude of images that suddenly flooded his head. He was sure he looked silly to everyone else, but he was too thrilled to care.

He finally reached the street, easily recognizing the small building from the online pictures. Just one tiny house in a row of tiny houses, all stacked next to one another, like you see in movies. It was quaint, and brought another smile to Khristoff's face as he rang the doorbell. Loud, rushed steps came from the other side of the wooden door, and the canine had to stifle a chuckle.

When the door opened, he was greeted by a well-built bull, as tall as the dog's neck, an incredible feat in and on itself. The bovine seemed surprise by his presence, as he looked up with some difficulty, unaccustomed to the very movement. But when their eyes met, Khristoff took the chance to take in as much of the man as he could. His more defined muscles against the fabric of his shirt, his horns a dull white that contrasted with his black fur, and his mouth barely open as he seemingly still couldn't believe the giant that stood in front of him.

"Hello," the canine said, his deep voice booming with a thick, rough German accent. "I come with the delivery? Special recipe cupcakes, that is correct?" the way he dragged the Rs, with such power behind each syllable, made the bull blink and blush before replying.

"Y-Yeah! Yes, it's here, uh..." he blushed harder after every word. It was adorable. And he soon stepped out of the way, gesturing the dog. "Please, come in. Sorry for the mess, I just had a small birthday thing with friends."

"That is correct! Happy birthday!" the deep voice boomed again, getting yet another blush from the bull as he left his bag in a small coffee table in what he assumed was the living room. His eyes immediately landed on a large couch close to the table, perfect for what he had in mind. "I am sorry you had to cancel your party early."

"No, it's fine! It's perfectly fine," the now panicking bull insisted. "I'm not a party guy anyway, I prefer smaller, more private things. And I've been waiting for this for weeks..."

"Good!" the canine's grin only grew wider as he opened the bag. His own tail started wagging when the smell reached his nostrils, and he pulled out tray after tray, all of them covered in shining aluminum foil. They were all carefully laid in the table, next to one another and exposed. "Sit! Sit, please. We will begin in a minute."

But his words seemed to be lost in the air without ever reaching his client. The bull's eyes were instead glued to the several trays on his coffee table, each filled with at least two dozens of large cupcakes, covered with light violet frosting, all out of their wraps and emitting a certain scent, a mix of vanilla and chocolate, that made his mouth water. Khristoff laughed at the trance his confections had seemingly put him into, before walking over and resting both hands on the bovine's shoulders. It brought him back to reality, and their eyes met once again.

"Come sit. We have a long night ahead," he said, his tone now much calmer, and he cupped the bovine's chin. The smaller bull's eyes widened, and his blush was so strong, it felt like it would dye even his horns. But he still let himself be guided towards the couch, where both men sat, next to each other in a second of silent contemplation.

Khristoff didn't let that last for long, however, and leaned forward towards the first tray, taking one such small cake in his hand. He glanced towards his client, noticing his eyes focused on the thick fingers, on the delicate way he handled the treat with. Years of baking left him with dexterous hands that were a surprise to many. And with that same warmth and tenderness, he leaned back on the couch, bringing the cupcake close to the bull's lips.

"Now, open big," he whispered. His own sights were now aimed at the muscular man, watching him blush and swallow, all before even daring eat the cake. That, too, was somewhat typical.

"I... I can eat them myself, actually," the bull insisted, out of nowhere. The nervous type, it seemed, but those always made for the cuter partners in the long run. "This is, uh... a lot more intimate than I expected. I can eat them on my own, so it's fine-

"You already paid," Khristoff said in as casual a tone as he could. Logically speaking, he could easily leave and get his money without having to put the effort. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in the cute bull in front of him. Every word coming out of his mouth made him turn a deeper red, and that just made the dog want to laugh and cuddle him. But one thing at a time. For now, he reached with his free hand, once again gently cupping his chin to keep him in place. "There is nothing to worry. We can have some fun."

His voice got progressively lower with each word, in practiced hush that made the bovine's eyelids lower. As his eyes closed, his mouth slowly opened, and he leaned the last few inches on his own, teeth sinking into the frosting, deep into the cake, until a large chunk came off. Khristoff had tried this recipe enough times, seen it in other clients' faces enough times, to tell what his reactions meant. The gentle moan as he tasted the vanilla, his neck twisting into a squirm as he was tickled by the bitter chocolate, his tongue moving inside his mouth to clean the smooth, sugary icing off his teeth...

And as soon as he swallowed, despite the blush being still very much present, he bent over for a second bite. All the same reactions, followed by a smile forming in his lips as this time he swallowed faster and went for the last bit. Before even being done with that last bite, he was already sucking the dog's fingers free of any crumbs and leftover sugar, getting the canine to blush for a change.

"Was it good?" he asked, getting an energic nod from his client. A chuckle escaped the dog after seeing such eager behavior, and without skipping a beat, he reached for a second cupcake, holding it close to the bull's face. "Do not be shy. Have more."

This time, there was no hesitation from the bovine. He leaned right away and bit the cupcake with a loud whimper at the sweetness, swallowing it as fast as possible just to get to the next bite. Khristoff did nothing but watch, admiring his enthusiasm, reaching for a third cake after the few seconds it took for the second to disappear from his hand, and repeating the whole process all over again. Each time faster, each time watching the bull's smile widen as he shivered from the sweet savor dancing in his cheeks.

"It is a special family recipe, you know," he said with the next cupcake in his hand, already being devoured by the bovine. Every bite was larger than the last, and soon he would be taking them all in one go. "I see you really like them. Good."

But by now, his words were already being ignored. The bull's initial inhibitions had been completely shattered the second he tasted the works of art that were the canine's cupcakes, and that left Khristoff's eyes with free reign to wander. They lowered from the bull's face, scanning the muscular frame, the plump chest that showed just enough cleft peaking out of his shirt, and the slim waist that hid under his shirt. The dog watched intently as one more cupcake vanished from his fingers, waiting for that moment... When his client's stomach started expanding, only slightly bloated, yet beginning to push against the fabric of his clothes.

The dog's eyes widened excitedly, his tail wagging out of control, and he swiped one of the cupcakes with the kind of speed that you'd expect from a feline instead. He gave it to the bull, who took it all in one go, but his eyes never moved away from the rumbling, growing stomach. He admired the way it expanded with yet another small treat falling inside, the wrinkles in his shirt disappearing as his belly took over, pressing, the faint outline of his abs disappearing into a perfectly round form.

Another cupcake and he saw the stomach grow further, push out until the shirt threatened to come out of the bull's pants. His chest followed, the muscle slowly coating, his pecs growing and starting to heave and fall under their own weight, while his arms started to lose definition and strain his sleeves. Whether he was noticing that or not, it didn't stop him from eating anything that was put in front of his face, chewing loudly and swallowing with audible moans. If Khristoff hadn't been pacing him, he would've dove into the tray already, perhaps even finished all three.

He ate them by the second, his stomach bloating until it finally stretched his shirt too far. The buttons started to struggle to contain his body, his chest pressing almost painfully against the fabric now. He was sure one of them would soon pop out. And his body beneath was finally visible, through the stretched bits between the buttons, and as the shirt finally came off and his belly started hanging under.

That's when the canine noticed several things; that the bull had grown equally below the waist, his thighs now significantly wider, straining his shorts in pretty much the same way his torso made the shirt suffer; and that he was starting to take a half of the next seat on the couch. Just in time, as if he had been reading his mind, the bovine shifted around, taking over a few more inches of couch in the process.

Khristoff's hand went for the tray again, but all he had to show were his fingers grasping at empty air. When he turned around, he saw the tray completely empty, and all he could do was grin before returning to his client.

"You look uncomfortable. Here, I help," he said with his always thick, cheerful accent as he reached over for the top of the bovine's shirt. He never took his eyes away from the bull, holding his gaze, licking his lips, while his hands slowly roamed the now prominent outline of his stomach, all the way to his chest, aiming for the first few pesky buttons. He noted in the back of his head that the bull made no attempt at stopping him, and a part of him was thrilled over how much a few of his cupcakes managed to loosen him up.

Once again showing the unexpected dexterity of his thick fingers, the large dog undid the first few pesky buttons. The shirt practically flew to the sides, as if breathing for the first time, as the enormous chest was released and allowed to freely jump out into the room. The once muscular, firm pecs were now soft like pillows; with enough muscle still underneath for them to remain upright, but enough fat to cover everything up in exquisitely jiggling mass. A good brush and grope that Khristoff played off as an accident, and his fingers almost sank all the way in. It took a good deal of willpower not to reach in and grope him again.

But his hands knew what they were doing, and the roaming resumed, going further down and releasing the beast that was his massive stomach. One by one, the buttons went off, but rather than relaxing, all that did was expose more of the bovine's wide circumference, his gut pushing out and spreading the lower ones farther out. Khristoff's hands rushed out of fear that the shirt wouldn't handle the pressure, and by the time the last one came off, the canine's fingers stuck in place, held down by the now massive overhang. Now, pulling them out would be easy, but the strong canine felt inclined to letting them wiggle inside for a few seconds.

"A-Are you having fun as well?" the bull asked, his tone playful and tender, yet still with that inherent shyness that he refused to let go of. Khristoff looked up to find him struggle a bit with his shirt, but he finally managed to pull the sleeves out of his thickening arms, letting it to the side and fully exposing his torso for the first time. "I mean, I'm having a lot of fun right now! I just want to make sure, uh..."

It wasn't often that he had clients this adorable. The strong hands grabbed and lifted the massive stomach, pulling it up before letting it fall down into yet another heavy jiggle. His eyes stuck to it for a second before he trailed the pronounced curve back up, his finger falling in the middle of his heavy, round chest, poking the new flab of his neck and booping the man's nose. It was all it took to make the bovine's blush visible through his black fur, and a giggle left his mouth right after.

"We keep going," his voice was as deep as his accent, with a low hum to it, while he stood back up. The dog reached for the second tray, a perfect copy of the first, up to the sheer amount of pastries in it, and grabbed the first one. The tip of his finger brushed past the icing, covered in the violet sugar before offering the small cake to his client. It went into his maw in one massive bite, his mouth seemingly growing as steadily as the rest of his body, and without warning, he leaned forward to lick the frosting off the dog's finger. The tip went in his mouth and he sucked it with gusto for a few seconds, tongue twirling around while he moaned in bliss at the flavor, until it came out with an audible pop. And it was Khristoff's turn to blush.

His free hand didn't just idly rest to his side this time. It landed on the bull's growing stomach, gently rubbing, squeezing through the fur and scratching the surface of his stretching skin. After every bite, Khristoff felt it rumble under his touch, slowly pushing forward. When his curiosity won him over and he reached for the chest, he noticed the strong muscle sinking further into the layer of fat that slowly covered him. The definition on the bovine's arms was long gone, replaced by the soft curved of his fattening body. Yet, with every single cupcake he gave him, his smile turned bigger, and his cheeks fuller. The bull never stopped eating, even when he joined the canine and started patting his own growing stomach.

By now, he was eating maybe three pastries by the second, just gulping them out of the baker's hand. Khristoff wasn't even sure if he was tasting them anymore, but the whimpers and shivers that coursed his body after each went down his throat were all the confirmation he needed. And just as his speed picked up, so did the rumbling, the shaking, and finally the expanding of his belly. After every swallow, it simply kept pushing and bloating, taking over the entire couch in a matter of minutes; big enough that his fat was now hanging from the front and covering his thighs, while his chest hung heavily on top of the pronounced curve. His neck was practically gone, missing among all the flab, but his smile was the bigger the canine had seen him tonight.

"That's it. That's it! You're big, growing boy, aren't you?" he said in a tender tone, getting a blush from the bull as he gulped down the latest cupcake. The incoming pastries stopped for a few seconds, all the time the dog needed to lie down on his client's belly, giving him long caresses and drawing circles on his soft flesh. "Big, strong, handsome boy. Come on, smile! It's your birthday!" his strong hands reached up, sinking into the flab of his neck for a second before bringing them up again, getting a giggle as he tickled the bull's most sensitive spots.

Professional or not, the dog could no longer hold himself back. The bull was already so much bigger than him, it was next to impossible to sit on the couch without half of his body lying on top of the massive expanse of his stomach. And Khristoff loved every inch of what he was seeing, his face landing right in the middle of the chest and pushing the pecs closer, until he squeezed himself between them. A loud howl was muffled by the fat between his head, and his big arms tried, and failed, to reach all the way around, hugging the bovine as tightly as he could. The bull shivered and whimpered at the sudden action, his blush deepening as the large dog nuzzled against his chest, leaving trails of kisses all the way down to his massive stomach and his belly button.

"Sorry, sorry," he said once his lips parted away from that rotund body, but his hands remained and rubbed the delectable curve. "I cannot help myself. You really are a handsome, big man."

"N-No!" the bull was quick to correct the canine. By now, both men were blushing harder than they would've liked. "I... I don't mind if you do that. I kind of liked it..." he tried to hide his face in his hands, but they were gently pulled away by the firm, soft grasp of the skilled baker. And yet another cupcake was presented to the bovine, which he promptly took with teeth alone, biting and swallowing in one swift, fluid motion. His stomach gurgled and the noise made Khristoff's entire body vibrate with him, the dog's eyes widening as he saw the belly expand all the way in front of him, taking over the last bit of couch available and forcing him to stand up.

That was hardly a deterrent; if anything, it was all the encouragement the dog needed to let his body down on the bull, lying on his bare stomach and chest, relishing on the heat that his new fat emanated. Practically climbing the now taller, larger bovine, their eyes met once again. But the bull's attention was quickly taken by the cupcake in his baker's hand, teasingly swaying in front of his mouth. After a few snaps and bites, only to get the pastry pulled out at the last minute, the massive bull fakes a pout that made Khristoff's heart melt, letting the last cupcake of his second tray be swallowed in one go. Beneath him, the dog felt the stomach grow even more, already going beyond his expectations.

"More," the bull said before his last swallow. Khristoff could hardly believe his ears, but before any word could come out of him, massive arms crossed behind his back and pulled him into a hug, each one almost as thick and wide as his back. He had no idea when the bovine had grown to this extent, but he was certainly not complaining. "I want more, please. I wanna get even bigger," he whimpered and begged, his snout rubbing against the dog's neck while his horns poked at him; they weren't sharp, thankfully.

"Heh..." Khristoff chuckled, gently pushing his client back down onto the couch. "Of course, anything for the birthday boy," his accent grew thicker with his excitement, but unlike any other action he had taken so far, he stepped off the man and went for his bag, almost ignoring the full tray next to him. "I knew you were bull. Brought many things for the service."

His words instantly piqued his client's interest, and his smile widened when he saw the polish and comb in the stubby fingers. There were no words from him afterwards; just a quick squeal that he tried his best to keep in his throat, but that reached Khristoff's ears and made them twitch in shared excitement. Once again, the canine climbed atop the enormous belly, leaving the comb to the side while he opened the small jar. A lavender scent filled the room in an instant, as well as both men's nostrils, and the bull's flab jiggled as he trembled in anticipation.

"Calm now," the dog's voice remained thick and firm, but every word always carried more warmth than the last. Another boop on the bovine's nose made him blush and look away from his baker, but every other sense was ready for what was about to happen.

A bit of a raise and Khristoff was already well above his client's eyesight. The bull's eyes were now at the dog's chest level, admiring the plump, muscular pecs that seemed ready to start bouncing any second now. Compared to them, the bull's own physique had changed so much in a few minutes, but he reached for his own fat chest and squeezed it, playing with his nipples and whimpering in excitement at his new size. He wanted so much more...

And those stubby fingers got his attention again when they started slathering the lavender ointment on his dull horns. It was so bizarre, but the sensation spread from there and all through his body. Shivers made every inch of new fat tremble as the proud crown was massaged with delicate touches and surprising care, the smell once again reaching his nose. He let out a gasp as his body relaxed, his eyes closing while he was sure his horns were made to glimmer anew.

That is... until a mumble made him look back up, and he saw the dog's face, right in front of him. His hands were still holding his horns, thumbs lovingly massaging and spreading the polish down on every inch; he could even feel the grime on them peel off, leaving them oddly sensitive. But more importantly, one of the cupcakes was lodged between the canine's teeth, held softly, without a bite being taken off. All it took was one look at his eyes to understand that it was being offered.

Another blush settled in the bull's face, but this time he ignored it. His hungry eyes were glued to the miniature cake, to the colorful frosting and the intense flavors that his tongue remembered. He leaned forward, ignoring his own embarrassment, and the canine followed suit, until their lips were mere inches away. All it took for him to open up and take the offered cupcake, slowly biting it off and licking his own lips on the way, while feeling the dog's breath on his mouth. He wondered if the shiver was caused by the flavor or that.

His horns were abandoned, and he actually felt them lighter, smooth even, as the air crossed past them. And then, another cupcake appeared in front of him, which he ate out of instinct and felt his stomach continue to expand. The flab pushed out of the couch already, hanging from the armrests to both sides while almost touching the floor in front of him. But it didn't quite register in the bovine's mind as he was still delighted with the sweet flavors dancing in his mouth.

Yet another cupcake was offered, and yet again it was devoured. All while Khristoff reached for the comb gently swiped it over the bull's head and face. Perhaps it was something in the pastry's recipe that made his fur silkier, he didn't know, but it felt strangely soothing to have his hair straightened. The dog's attentions were endless, and the cupcakes kept coming, swallow after swallow while knots were untangled and the black strands were made to shine and turn into a luscious sea around his face. He even went around his mouth as the bovine kept chewing and swallowing, in rapid succession, after every treat was given to him.

The comb went down his thickening neck, his hair growing smooth after every swipe, his stomach growing to impossible proportions, his chest falling heavily and softly, to the point that he thought the canine baker would be swallowed by his new, forming flab. But Khristoff remained there, still, his kind eyes glued to the bull's own as he combed through his hair. The light tickle and the scratch made the bull relax in his seat, practically melting on the couch, while the dog's remaining hand switched between feeding him the last few cakes and rubbing his still growing belly. Without even noticing, they both wondered if his shorts had already given in to the new mass, ripped off somewhere underneath his overhang, but neither of them could care less.

Khristoff's fingers let the comb back down on the table once he was over, before returning to the massive stomach and sinking through the short fur. To the muscular baker, few things were as enjoyable as the sensation of his hands against a short mane, seeking the soft flesh underneath. And this one was perhaps one of his best jobs so far, he thought as he looked up at the bull, a smile still drawn on his face. His eyes wandered back down for a single second, looking at the last cupcake on the tray, left alone and begging him to join its siblings. And if the growl coming from the enlarged belly was anything to go by, the bull wanted the same.

Thus, once again, he climbed the mountain that his client had become, hands sinking into the new fat he had developed, slipping through flaps and squeezing for the heat that he was already producing in spades. He reached the bull's face fast, the last cupcake in his hand, which his client was quick to take. But perhaps knowing it was the last bite he would have, the bovine slowed down once it was in his mouth, rolling the bits in his now enormous tongue, his face scrunching and his throat rumbling in absolute joy as he took every flavor in. With his own smile, Khristoff looked at him go, so preciously happy as he ate, gently pushing away whatever crumbs remained in his face.

"So handsome," he whispered. And unable to contain himself any longer, the dog held his client's face from both sides and pulled him into a short, quick kiss. He hadn't even finished chewing, and a few bits of cupcake found their way into the baker's mouth, but neither of them cared. It was just a quick smooch, but once it was over, the bull's eyes were closed in embarrassment again. But the wide smile and the gentle red tint on his cheeks only made him more endearing. Khristoff took his phone out of his shorts' back pocket, and with the usual skilled fingers, took a quick picture of the bovine's smiling face. The bull's eyes opened wide as soon as he heard the camera click. "For blog," was all the reply his silent questions got, followed by a wink from the dog that made him blush even harder.

And when all was said and done, the bull took one last swallow. The last cupcake was gone, and as if magic, the hunger that had struck him ever since taking the first bite was now satiated. A million questions formed inside his head, but he ignored them all as the dog lied down on top of his now gigantic body. The muscular frame sank lightly into his fat, but the two were too busy with their eyes locked onto one another to notice.

"Here. Handsome," Khristoff's accent remained as thick as ever, but somehow, the more the bull heard it, the more he grew used to it. The more of it he wanted to hear. And when he was shown his own picture on the baker's phone, he couldn't help but blush at the lovely, smiling monster bull that greeted him on the screen. It was hard for him to believe he was making such a face. "I hope," the dog said, getting back his attention, "that the service was good?"

"Oh yes! The service was excellent!" the bull almost yelled, thrilled with the dog's words and pulling him closer into a hug. "I'd do it again! Maybe I will, next year. Ah... Will you leave now?"

"Hmm? No. Service includes night over," the dog said, nuzzling against the bull's thick, warm neck, his eyes already starting to feel heavy. "Also... I do want to stay," he said, and the bovine held him tighter against his body, his own eyes feeling heavier, until the two man fell asleep in one another's arms.

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