Spoilt dog

Chapter 1

Tegan couldn’t help but let a smile tug at her mouth whilst carefully wrapping a large slice of red velvet cake alongside a blueberry muffin into a napkin.

“I don’t get you.” Beth said, watching her friend push the napkin into her bag. “What’s the point of ordering stuff if you’re not even gonna eat it?”

Tegan rolled her shoulders into a shrug, “I ate the cookies.” She remarked, nodding to the stray crumbs left on her plate. “Besides, it’s leftovers.”

A groan left Beth as she got up from her seat, “Ugh, you spoil that dog far too much.”

“Yeah, well. She deserves it.”

“Does she deserve me finally getting to meet her?” Beth placed a hand on her hip whilst waiting for Tegan to get up, raising a brow at her. “You’ve had her for like, what? Two years now?”

Two years. The reminder made Tegan’s heart flutter.

“She still has behavioral issues,” She sighed in response, “It can take years, especially with a rescue.”

The bell above the small café store chimed as the two girls left, the cool air being a stark contrast to the cozy interior.

“Shit, it’s cold.” Beth hissed, “I love you, but I’m not gonna stand around here and slowly freeze to death.”

Tegan rolled her eyes at the rather overdramatic comment, “Yeah, yeah. I best go before she starts getting stressed anyway. I’ll text you later, okay?”

She had in fact been longer than she had initially planned, having forgotten how much Beth could run her mouth sometimes.

After saying goodbye, Tegan kept her bag secure by her side, ensuring the cake wouldn’t get squashed on the way home.

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Tegan had picked up a habit of purposely slotting her key in slower than she usually would, allowing her dog some time to get up off the sofa. This was typically indicated by a hefty ‘thud’, followed by a few plodding steps towards the hallway. Always, without fail, she’d only just be reaching the end of the living room by the time Tegan opened the door.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Tegan cooed, softly shutting the door behind her. “But I got you a treat to make up for it.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off her pet for a second. She was a true purebred, with gorgeous dark brown hair that turned into waves near the ends, a completely loyal personality and, best of all, a belly that grazed against the floor when she crawled.

Tegan unhooked the leather lead from the wall before kneeling down before her, taking a moment to read the diamante lettering on the collar digging into her neck fat.

She’ll never forget the young teenager at the pet store when she requested the customisation, having to repeat ‘Big Girl’ at least five times before it finally got through to him.

“We might need to create some new holes,” Tegan mulled as she clipped the lead through the hook. “But you’re not choking yet, so we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Come.”

As she stood, she gave a harsh tug on the leash, making Big Girl yelp in response.

Despite it not being that far to the kitchen, she was slow and already wheezing. It was understandable in a way, being a morbidly obese animal, yet that didn’t stop Tegan from clicking her tongue against her teeth.

“Faster.” She instructed, giving another tug as a warning.

Seeing her pet on all fours made it considerably hard not to pounce on her there and then, yet they couldn’t both be animals. Someone had to remain in control, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the mound of lard by her feet.

The kitchen floor itself was relatively sparse, save for an extra large dog bed and a feeding station. The dining table became redundant rather quickly, given the lack of need for utensils or proper manners. Even so, Big Girl could barely fit on the bed these days, often letting her gut spill out onto the cool tiles underneath.

“Sit.” Tegan commanded once more, though this time much to the relief of her pet. A deep sigh left her lips as her widened ass connected to the ground, her swollen cheeks having a bright red tinge to them.

As she regained her breath, Tegan placed her bag down onto the counter and carefully slipped the napkin out. Of course it wasn’t enough as is, opting to pair the slice of cake and muffin with a hefty serving of couple cream with melted lard stirred in.

She was convinced that if Big Girl had a tail, it’d be wagging furiously each time her bowl hovered above her head.

“Now, what are you?” Tegan asked.

“Fat.” Big girl responded.

“What else?”

“Yours.”

“Good girl.”

Tegan tousled the mousy brown locks between her fingers before placing the bowl into its slot, watching with satisfaction as her dog lapped up her treat as if it was her very last meal on Earth.