Savoring Friendship (Full Rough Draft) (Patreon)

One sunny morning, as the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the home of the Kang family, Jasper burst into Sirius' room with a mischievous grin on his face. "Sirius, my friend, today is the day we embark on a culinary quest like no other! I've heard rumors of a hidden market on the outskirts of town, where mysterious ingredients and secret recipes await us."

Sirius, always up for an adventure, had been abruptly woken by the burrdogs eagerness. “Wha? Journey? Now?”

“Well.. yes,” replied the fluffy orange furred hybrid. He pushed his pudgy fingers together. “You said when I was ready you’d join me since Feng can’t leave his own duties.”

The Wakita slowly roused from his slumber, sat up on his bed, and gave out a big yawn. “I did say that, didn't I?”

Again Jasper shook his head vigorously, that gleam in his eyes returning.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

“It’s been rather calm and safe here the last few weeks,” added Sirius, looking out his bedroom window. “I could take some leave myself.”

After the large beefy canine had gotten himself ready for the day and to come venture, he joined up with the shorter and rounder pup. The two of them waved and said their goodbyes to the rest of the household before the duo set off towards the outskirts of the city and beyond.

“So I take it you found something during your own studies Jasper,” asked Sirius.

“I did! I found this old paper that was stuffed inside one of Feng’s cook books.”

The Wakita leaned down to take a look at it. “That does look like his paw writings for sure. I do remember him saying that he had made a trek across this area sometime ago.”

Jaspers eyes swelled even bigger. “Y-You mean I’ll be going to the same places he did!”

Sirius chuckled, seeing his adorable friend get even more stoked to begin this adventure. “Seems so. If they are still around. His time was like twenty-five years ago when he did it.”

“Still!,” he brought the paper back to his own eyes. “To know me, his pupil can see some of the sights he did.”

A huge white and black furred paw landed on his soft shoulder. “Hey. I’m not being a downer here. I’m excited to see some of these places to and doing it with you couldn’t be better.”

The eyes of the burrdog grew wet with tenderness as the huge canine offered his own support. “Then let’s find this market first. It’s called… Last Morsel.”

Sirius raised a brow. “Sounds like they sell some special things.”

“Sure does! Now let’s find it and see what I can learn.”

The search for the elusive market lasted for days as they continued their friendly trek. They navigated through dense forests, crossed babbling brooks, and finally stumbled upon a clearing where a vibrant market suddenly appeared.

“Whoa,” came Jasper, darting his head backwards, seeing the bushes they had come through now turned into a solid wall. “Uh… Siri.”

“I see it too,” he said, already looking at the same wall. “Looks like we might have found it if it’s magically enchanted like this.”

The pair turned their sights back towards the market. Stalls lined with exotic spices, rare herbs, and unusual fruits greeted them. Jasper's eyes gleamed with excitement as he envisioned the culinary masterpieces he could create with these unique ingredients or maybe ones that his master had done during his time.

“Siri,” he jittered, clenching his fist full of energy. “We made it!”

Another chuckle sounded out of the Wakita, looking down at his pup. “We sure did. You are a fine guide if I do say.”

A blush lit along his cheeks at the praise and deepened even more so when he heard both of their stomachs make a low growl. “Guess we better hurry or these things we’ll be making more noise.”

Sirius patted at his middle, showing his own blushed state. “Yes, let’s. Don’t want to be too much of a noise alert here.”

The friends wandered through the market, sampling delicacies and gathering ingredients for their journey. Some of them certainly tasted familiar upon the burrdogs palette, taking him back to days where the golden tiger chef would test out his very own dishes on him. As the day rolled on and the sun began to set, he had certainly had his fill as he waddled himself towards the one he came to see as a father figure.

Sirius turned his head to see the indulgent burrdog rub at his bloated middle. “I see you had a feast for yourself.”

“It was all so good,” he groaned, stifling a belch. “I ccouldn’t stop trying everything.”

“Nor would I want you too hun.”

Jasper’s cheeks reddened once more, even though this was the norm for him around his fluffy Papa. “I was able to figure out some recipes I could try if you wouldn’t mind…”

“Mind? Why I’d happily help you discover your own set of dishes to show off to Feng.”

The burrdogs unending smile seemed to stretch even wider hearing those promising words. “Thank you pops!”

The Wakita rubbed at his nose, catching a sniff. “I figured you’d want to do so. That’s why I got us a little rest home to stay in.”

Jasper curiously tilted his head. “Stay? Where?”

Sirius pointed off. “Over there. Not too far from here. It’s mostly for those who work here but there are a few places for travelers.”

“Wow. That’s really thinking ahead.”

With great pride, the Wakita lifted his head, giving a beaming smile of his own. He held both arms at his side, while planting both paws at his hips. He took a deep breath, inflating that chest of his and offering a simple nod.

Jasper could only giggle at the posture of the other which only made his stomach bubble from the day's indulgence. “Oof… I think I should sit down soon.”

“Then let’s get you there and we can map out what that sweet mind of yours has cooking up.”

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The days passed into weeks and where the two had set their sights on globe trotting to find new ingredients. They found themselves at the same market that started it all. Jasper each new day finding plenty that took his interest and would whip up something different. His culinary creativity bloomed fuller with every single dish, while learning new techniques to elevate his understanding.

Today was no different, he had left to check out the market and as he made his way around to all the vendors who by now had gone on first name greetings. The burrdog would happily converse, perusing their goods as he’d pick up what fancied his eye.

“Looks to be a hearty dish today Jasper,” came one of the vendors, a portly lemur.

Jasper smiled. “Sure is Varn! Making Shepperd’s Pie for my friend.”

The lemur chuckled. “Goodness. That will be filling. Speaking of your friend. I haven’t seen him in the last month.”

The hybrid's cheeks blushed. “O-Oh yeah. He’s doing well. He’s really been enjoying all the food I’ve been able to cook since we got here.”

Varn tilted his head, only for a subtle smile of his own to show. “I see. Well, you tell him that Varn is happy to bring such a feast to his lips.”

Jasper chuckles, picking out the rest of the vegetables that were needed. He had already gathered the potatoes and lamb. “I think that will do it Varn and I’ll be sure to let the Floofer know!”

With a wave, the two said bye as the burrdog waddled himself back to the place that had become their home away. He entered inside, pushing the door inward. “Papa. I’m home and Varn said he’s glad you’ve been enjoying all the food they have.”

On the other side of the front door, sitting right in the middle of what would be considered a living room was the white and black furred canine himself. What Varn suspected by the gentle smile appeared to be true, even if he’d never see. Sirius had taken to the indulgent and gluttonous side of this endeavour. As Jasper greeted him, he tried to turn his head, only to find it difficult to do so thanks to the bloated tire sized ring of neck fat. “Well… oof… it is… hic…” His face now dwarfed by the two huge bulbous cheeks mounds saddled on either side of his face. They pushed back on his lips, crowding a bit of his vision in the process, ye leaving that cute pink nose in view. “Y-Your… hilp… cooking is… bwoorp… getting so much… hic… better…”

It wouldn’t be fair to put this all on the Wakita, no. Jasper had a knack for pushing folks into their more hedonistic tendencies, especially if it meant widening their waistline. His Papa was not to be excluded by this devious action. Especially since Sirius had a habit of getting himself into situations where he was typically more than gracious to succumb. So this happened to be a mutual investment between the pair.

Jasper moved his way towards the billowing mass of blubber that was now his long time pal. He pressed a paw at the canine's massive belly as it bulged proudly at the top, thanks to the morning's leftovers which were two whole trays of lasagna. From there it sloped downward, forcing each bulbous leg to their respective sides.

The Wakita groaned at the added pressure to his heft forcing out a belch. “Oooooooo…. Hilp… Jasper… doing it again… bwoorp…”

A giggle came from his son, giving another push. “Let me get to cooking your Shepherd's Pie and once it’s in ther oven I’ll give you all the belly love you want.”

“S-S-Shepherd’s Pie… hilp…,” as he spoke, his husky voice grew even more so as his body jiggled by the sudden excitement that overcame him.

“That’s right! I figured I’d treat you for being such a good sport about all this Papa.”

Siri’s own blubber cheeks grew red, dipping his flabby chin onto his thicker lower one, which only made that third one mesh against his swollen pair of moobs. Those huge blubber pillows rested heavily across the expanse of his belly shelf. His bloated black nipples now the size of truck tires as they inched their way shy past the edge of his upper belly. The remainder of those moobs, wrapped along his backside creating two wings of flab that stacking at his other reams of blubber heading for his mountainous ass cheeks. Those alone, took up a sizable section of the living room, for they were both the size of medium sized car and could probably crush a small bus together.

“S-So hungry… oorp… gotta eat… hic…,” he groaned, moving his pudgy digits about, while those blubberous arms were lard locked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get this done in no time.”

True to his word, it didn’t take him more than a half hour to get all the prep work done along with putting it all together. Not only had his collection grown but so too had his skills in the kitchen. With the final touch of him putting the large container inside the heated oven, the burrdog made his way back over to the mammothly grown Wakita. “I love you Papa. I love that we are able to spend these days and time together. Just the two of us.”

The scents of all the food teased at the Wakitas nostrils making him whine and sniff at the air more. “It all smells so… hilp.. Good…”

“I’m glad you think so hun. I truly do,” Jasper pressed himself onto that gluttonous black furred belly hill hearing all the food inside churn and glorp.

“I… I love you too… hic… y-you… really are… bwoorp… my battle chef…”

As the two waited for the dish to be ready, Jasper continued to tease and coax out more belches and moans out of his greedy and gluttonous Papa while each of them knew how much the other deeply cared and loved.

Ding!

“That should be the oven,” chimed Jasper, pulling away from the Wakita’s stretched navel. “Let me go get it for ya.”

Sirius whined as he felt his navel no longer being played with but the waft of the rich armoa caused his drool to return once more. “Gimmie… hilp…. Oof…”

“It’s a com’in lard butt.”

The burrdog worked his kitchen magic and that's not a figure of speech. He pulled out from his pack like he had done all this time and tossed on a light sprinkle of what looked like snow flecks.. As it landed, the hot temp of the pie immediately cooled down. “There we go. A pinch of Niveous always does the trick.” With that out of the way, he was able to handle the edges of the large vessel himself and worked himself back around the massive backside of the canine. “Here it is!”

“Good… oof… feed me… hic… so hungry…. Hilp… gotta eat…,” he groaned, tongue hanging between those fat lips.

“It’s coming you beast of gluttony,” giggled Jasper, slowly making his way up, using those thick reams of flab as steps until he reached the Wakitas huffing face. “Now open up.”

Sirius needing no further asking, whined as his stomach rumbled. “Ahhhhhh…. Bwoorp…”

Jasper sniffed at that heavy belch, wagging his tail, followed by working in that first spoonful of the decadent meal.

When those dense potatoes and meaty meat landed onto the Wakitas taste buds, his eyes gleamed with pure joy as he clamped down on the spoons, sucking it down his throat. “More… hilp… more… more… oof…”

The burrdog could only giggle knowing this would be the reaction but was still thrilled to see the Wakita take such elation. It was higher on the scale than his previous feed sessions and one he was looking forward to. He continued to feed the blubber mut, hearing him make all kinds of euphoric noises from his mouth combined by his belly filling out as it pushed all those plentiful calories everywhere it could.

“Oooooooooo…. Hic… so… good…. bwoorp…”

“Thank you for being in my life Siri and for taking me into your home. It has made my life more fantastical than I could ever imagine,” he tenderly said, kissing one of those blobby cheek mounds.

Siri’s huffed, rolling his eyes at the sheer fullness he was filling inside that roaring gut of his. “I… hic… I love… hic… you too… oorf… my… hilp… my talented and… bwoorp… sweet pup…”

It was here these two would stay for a longer spell ,even in this hidden magical place of culinary ventures and abundant feast of flabby fortune to continue this impromptu vacation and explore each other's depths of love and decadence.