This is my first attempt at writing a fat fur story, although I’ve been a 
long time admirer of fat fur art.  I love writing creatively, and am always 
happy to get suggestions on style or content, so feel free to e-mail me 
anytime at Sovhiel@hotmail.com.  Of course, Scooby Doo is copyright Hanna 
Barbera and Sovhiel is copyright me.

	Scooby couldn’t stop staring, or drooling, at the enormous amount of food 
piled in the hall.  Although the room was lavishly decorated with draping 
tablecloths and brightly colored tapestries, the great dane couldn’t keep 
his acute senses off the assortment of treats before him.  He tentatively 
stepped towards the overburdened table, as if the feast before him were a 
mirage that would disappear if he jumped head first into it.  Scooby 
skittered back as the great oak table let out a groan that echoed throughout 
the hall.  He stared intently at the table before glancing around and 
slinking back towards it.  Peeking over the edge, Scooby spied a small place 
card.  Picking up the delicate paper in one paw, he strained to read the 
delicate writing: “Dear Scooby-It’s been a whole year since we all went our 
separate ways.  We were thinking of you, so we set up this buffet all for 
you!  -The gang”.
	“R’aww,” Scooby sighed, thinking back on good times long past.  Then it 
finally hit him: “R’all of it?!” he exclaimed as his jaw dropped and his 
eyes bulged to the size of dinner plates.  He scanned all the food on the 
table, slowly moving farther and farther away from him, but he couldn’t even 
see the end; it seemed to stretch on forever.  How could the gang afford all 
this, and how could he possibly eat it all?  He wouldn’t even know where to 
start.  Finally getting over the initial shock, Scooby licked his chops.  He 
couldn’t let good food go to waste.  He closed his eyes and yanked up the 
nearest item.  Opening his eyes slowly, his view was obstructed by a plump 
and juicy roasted chicken peppered with seasoning.  The delightful odor of 
meat wafted towards Scooby’s powerful nose, and his belly grumbled in 
response.  Something about the smell was overpowering, and he greedily 
shoved a leg into his maw.  His eyes widened as he tasted the most delicious 
chicken he had ever eaten.  His stomach rumbled for more, and he craved it.  
He started ripping off huge chunks of meat and shoveling them into his face, 
making his cheeks bulge.  Swallowing heavily, he felt his belly fill with 
the delicious food, but he still wanted more.  He needed more.  As soon as 
he ran out of chicken, he jumped at a nearby pile of pastries.  Gulping them 
down, his face was covered in cream and he was overcome by the intense 
flavor of sugar.  Scooby shoveled them into his jaws, the craving for more 
of the delicious food overwhelming any other thought.  Cake, steak, bowls of 
fruit and anything else in sight was devoured by the rampaging canine.  It 
was all just as delicious, filling, and, most of all, addicting as the 
chicken before it.  He couldn’t stop eating.  His jaws ached and his throat 
was sore, but his belly kept asking for more.  It took over all his other 
senses and implanted the single thought to feed.
	Reaching towards a lamb chop covered in what looked like sweet orange 
sauce, Scooby’s arm stopped short.  Letting out a whine, he desperately 
lunged towards the  food, but something was blocking him.  Briefly taking 
his eyes off the distant morsels, he glanced down to see what was in the 
way, and all he could see was brown fur.  Scooby cocked his head in 
puzzlement.  He experimentally pinched the obtrusive material and yelped in 
pain and surprise.  He sat on his haunches and gaped in amazement at the 
biggest belly he had ever seen, and his at that.  While he was gorging 
himself, the overstuffed belly had been expanding to find more room for the 
constant flow of incoming food, and had swelled out in every direction.  The 
top was quickly encroaching on his chest, and ended a good two feet away 
from him, wedged into the side of the three foot high table.  It has even 
begun to sneak underneath the table in an effort to expand further.  Looking 
around, Scooby saw that it had spread out from his sides as well, and his 
belly was now wider than the large table itself.  Its round and supple sides 
had pushed in every direction, and Scooby could barely reach over top 
himself.  Still amazed by its size, he pushed nervously at his stomach with 
an unsteady paw and flinched.  His stomach felt like it was stretched to his 
limit and then some as he acutely felt every slight movement and jostle.
	Scooby was just about to doze off and let his system deal with his massive 
problem when his stomach let out a fierce growl.  Scooby shuddered as his 
belly rocked, then jiggled as his giant meal was digested at incredible 
speed.  He could feel his belly being drained of its contents and layer 
after layer of fat being spread across his body.  His belly shrank into a 
small distended sphere, then fleshed back out to the size of a large beach 
ball.  His butt and hips pushed him up as they were cushioned with fat, and 
a second chin accompanied a ring of fat that pressed against his collar.  
Scooby may have been chubby from dipping into the Scooby Snacks a few too 
many times, but now he was downright fat.  His bulging belly and large 
behind jiggled as he moved around in surprise.  His rolling sides only 
complemented the centerpiece of grand proportions.  Even his chest and 
cheeks looked chubby.  His stomach now mostly empty, he was racked with 
hunger pangs once again.  He desperately reached for the enticing food, 
grasping at it with all his energy.  His belly squished against the table 
side, the soft fat giving a few inches while the rest flowed  onto the 
surface, but it was still too large.  Scooby whined, too overwhelmed by his 
belly’s call of hunger to think rationally.
	“Aww, poor puppy,” the voice resonated through the hall as heavy wooden 
doors scraped along the floor.  A lithe anthromorphic fox walked steadily 
towards Scooby, clearly not phased by the pup’s size or fervor.  Stepping 
behind Scooby, he gently placed his black paws on the dog’s round rump.
	“Here, let me help you, hungry puppy,” the fox said in a soothing voice as 
he pressed into Scooby’s soft behind with both surprising strength and 
tenderness and lifted him onto the table.  Scooby landed belly first on the 
hard wood, which groaned in protest at the increased weight.  Scrambling on 
all fours, Scooby dragged his soft belly across the table and finally 
consumed the delicious lamb chops.  Not bothering to get into a more 
comfortable position, he simply laid on his steadily growing belly as he 
devoured every morsel he could reach.  His stomach lifted Scooby upwards as 
it regained support and definition from the filling food being crammed 
inside.  It grew like the moon rising from the horizon towards the heavens, 
where Scooby certainly felt like he was.  His stomach continually processed 
the food, laying more and more fat onto Scooby’s frame and making room for 
more sustenance.
	An earth shattering snap resounded through the hall and Scooby let out a 
whine once more.  The beached whale of a dog was laying on the splintered 
table, desperately trying to reach more of the enticing food, most of which 
had spilled all around him.  The fox gazed up at the enormous canine.  His 
belly alone was tremendous, easily dwarfing everything around it with its 
rippling sides and bulging folds of soft fat.  His plump limbs waved 
comically in the air, their joints covered in the soft yet restricting 
material.    His chest, although nothing compared to the planet of a belly, 
were like two very round mountains erupting from the surface.  Scooby’s 
glazed eyes peaked over the mountains from behind two hill sized cheeks.  
Scooby tried to crane his neck to search for more nearby food, but that was 
only followed by another loud snap as his collar finally gave up the fight 
against the onslaught of fat around his neck.  The fox couldn’t stop gaping 
at Scooby’s behind, which looked like two impressive moons orbiting the 
belly planet.  Even the pup’s tail looked substantially fatter, the fox 
thought.
	Pulling out a large white towel, the fox knelt by the base of the big dog’s 
belly and gently began cleaning the spilled food off Scooby’s fur.  At first 
Scooby whined, upset that the stranger was doing something other than 
helping him feed, but the soft towel and careful strokes felt wonderful on 
his incredibly stretched skin.  The fox pressed ever so slightly at the 
dog’s fur, making Scooby’s entire body ripple in a gentle message and 
pushing the constant thought of hunger into the back of his mind.  The fox 
circled slowly and steadily around his body, never becoming impatient if a 
stain wouldn’t come out at first.  His methods were comforting and hypnotic, 
and soon Scooby felt his eyelids droop lower.  The fox smiled as he watched 
the big dog drift off to sleep, and reserved himself to finishing his task.
	Scooby’s eyes fluttered open and found himself staring straight into the 
eyes of a fox.  Somehow the fox had gotten him onto his back and dragged him 
away from the broken table.  Yelping in surprise, Scooby tried to jump back, 
but recalled what he had done when he didn’t budge an inch.  Closing his 
eyes, he tried to contain his trembling and hold back his fear of what he 
knew what had to be coming next.
	“It’s ok, pup,” he heard as he was gently patted.  “Don’t be afraid.”
	Scooby opened his eyes, but still couldn’t keep his gaze off the fox’s 
sharp teeth.  The fox’s smiling face shifted to one of concern, his brow 
knit in worry.  Suddenly, the fox lunged forward.  Scooby flinched, but knew 
there was nothing he could do against this predator.  He shivered again as 
the fox wrapped his arms around his neck, and he braced himself for the 
pain.  It never came however, as Scooby realized the fox was just giving him 
a simple hug.  The fox pulled back and put his weight on Scooby’s flabby 
chest, making him sink into his soft flesh a few inches.
	“Feel better?” the fox asked, genuine concern on his face.  Scooby managed 
to shakily nod his head in response, his cheeks bouncing with the rhythm.  
The fox’s face brightened at this, and playfully hugged Scooby’s thick neck 
again.  He could barely reach all the way around Scooby’s new collar of fat, 
but the fox seemed overjoyed at this.  Nearly hopping backwards, he settled 
against the curve of Scooby’s belly and gazed into the mammoth dog’s eyes.  
Looking back, Scooby eyed the fox up and down.  From what he could tell, the 
fox was about average height for an anthromorph, and looked like a plain fox 
morph except for a stripe of black fur crossing his right eye.  He appeared 
to be young, maybe 28, Scooby guessed.  His tail playfully waved around him, 
and the fox had already started unconsciously rubbing a part of Scooby’s 
belly.  What was most striking was the look of utter bliss and contentment 
on his muzzle.  It looked as if there were no other place in the world he 
would rather be.
	Snapping out of it, the fox exclaimed “Where are my manners.  My name is 
Sovhiel, Sovhiel Misu.  Sorry about that.  I guess I‘ve been a little too 
forward,” he chuckled, visibly blushing under his orange fur.
	“R’at’s ok,” Scooby stuttered, still overwhelmed by the whole experience.  
Sovhiel  opened his mouth to say something, but paused, as if afraid to let 
go of the moment.
	“I hope you don’t mind,” he started slowly, “but I was the one who set this 
whole thing up,” he flinched, saying the last words as fast as possible.  He 
quickly looked down and started nervously trailing a pattern through 
Scooby’s fur, glancing up every once and awhile to check Scooby’s reaction.  
A range of emotions flashed through the dog’s mind: anger for being tricked, 
frustration for being trapped in his own blob of a body, fear of the fox 
being some kind of psychopath.  His face turned red, and he felt as if his 
blood were boiling, but looking into Sovhiel’s fearful face and deep inside 
his own feelings, he realized something.
	“I r’on’t mind,” Scooby said quietly.  Sovhiel slowly looked up and into 
Scooby’s eyes, and a giant grin plastered itself on his face.  “I r’on’t 
mind at r’all!” Scooby exclaimed.  “I r’ove it!”  It was true.  Scooby had 
loved being able to stuff his face as much as he wanted, he had loved 
feeling his belly stretch and his body become covered in fat, and he had 
loved it when Sovhiel had rubbed his body.  He had loved it all.
	“Great!  Maybe you’d want to stay here with me then?  There’s still some 
food left over after all,” Sovhiel exclaimed, picking up a leftover pastry 
and showing a mischievous smile and a raised eyebrow.
	“R’hy not?”  Scooby laughed, waving his limbs futilely.  “I’m r’ot r’oing 
anywhere r’oon!”