Girlfriend (GF) is a slightly shorter than average in height collie with a pampered and well-fed figure to her body, more thick in the middle than all around pudgy making her look somewhat pregged when she wears body hugging clothes.  Boyfriend (BF), an average looking golden retriever, takes pleasure lifting her shirt and rubbing her pillowy belly and stroking her light layer of love handles as they nuzzle and lick each other after school.  Though she’s proud of her small perky breasted, paunchy body, she says she wouldn’t be caught dead in a tank top.  Jeans or skirts she wears show off her wider than average (for a collie) hips.
Though they have engaged in heavy petting from time to time, they, as of yet, haven’t mated and the BF’s paws have touched areas of GF’s body his eyes haven’t seen.

BF arrives at GF’s parent (P)’s house dressed in white, long-sleeve, button-down shirt and gray slacks.  His fur has been professionally groomed
BF converses with P until GF, having peaked out at him from time to time, finally comes down from upstairs, dressed in a royal purple, short-sleeve, button-down blouse and lavender, knee-high skirt.  A potpourri scent wisps from her groomed and perfumed long silky fur.
BF and GF casually nuzzle and compliment each other and then GF’s mother announces that dinner is ready
Everyone goes to the dining room and sits down to a table stocked befitting a grand Thanksgiving feast.  P seat themselves at ends of table and BF and GF seat opposite each other at the middle.
When everyone is deep into eating the plentiful dinner, BF and GF start stroking footpaws against each other’s playfully, smiling at each other over their plates
A while later, GF slowly slides her footpaw up BF’s legs and into his lap.  Wiggling her footpaw between BF’s thighs, GF works her footpaw over until she can scritch her pedicured claws against BF’s fly.
Glancing over at P hintingly, BF shakes his head discreetly at GF as he paws her invading footpaw away.
GF starts conversing with P about school as she slowly and confidently slides her footpaw back over to BF’s crotch and then starts grinding her footpaw’s pads against the synthetic fabric over his sheath
BF merfs and quickly takes a gulp of food to hide his astonishment and enjoyment of GF’s discreet heavy petting, for fear of it being trapped and ending up banished by P
GF smiles seductively at BF as P engage in light conversation with him as everyone continues to eat hardily.
BF again pushes GF’s footpaw away, but not with the same amount of force or intent as before and doesn’t try to stop it as a moment later GF’s pudgy toes are back to stroking his crotch, working their way up and down and around the bulge in BF’s pants as his sheath and balls hardened and a naked glistening head emerged from his sheath as his member swelled.
BF smiles back heatedly at GF as he tried to keep is mind on P’s inquiries and then slowly started sliding a footpaw up GF’s free leg in acceptance until his toes were up inside the bottom of her skirt.
Scritching his claws across her fur, BF slides his footpaw between her parted legs against her inner thighs until his toes were stroking GF’s crotch
GF merfs as BF, taken by surprise, stops eating and spends a moment stroking his footpaw pads and claws over GF’s downy pubic fur testingly, then he merfed himself as his slacks got tight with the realization GF wasn’t wearing panties and just how kinky the situation was
BF wiggles a claw into GF’s tight wet slit and then maneuvers his footpaw sideways as GF drops the footpaw she had on his crotch and closes her legs.  As GF squeezes his footpaw with her inner tights, BF wiggles his footpaw forwards and pokes a toe inside her.
BF slips his toe out of GF’s crotch with a soft pop, GF parts her legs again, and BF starts scritching her petite muff with one footpaw and then the other, feeling as GF’s beaver slowly ripened, wettened, and warmed up in arousal as her breathing became more heavy
As BF massaged and kneaded GF’s groin, it slowly lumped up from a fairly flat plain with a hairline indentation to a pair of moist, pouting lips, then GF’s thickening nether lips quivered and parted, and BF began poking and wiggling his middle toes inside her, one footpaw at a time
BF smiled at GF over his plate, he smirked at the jutting in her blouse as her nipples hardened.
BF watches GF’s slightly fuller breasts bounce under her blouse, gently stroking her erect nipples as she panted between gulps of food
GF parts her legs wide and wiggles in her seat as she clutches BF’s footpaw gently, turned it sideways, and plunged it deeper and deeper into her hot vaginal region, her thick hungry petals stroking and slobbering on his fur, saturating it with her musky feminine juices so she could pull it in farther and open herself up wider
P remain obliviously ingaged in light conversation as GF pants more heavily between gulps of food, BF pushing and pulling in time with GF’s paw assisted pelvic thrusts, undoing his pants as he got more physically aroused by GF’s tight but very willing cunt and lets his unsheathed cock bounce freely with each of GF’s thrusts under the table, making light taps on its underside
BF surprised P can’t hear the slurping and plopping sounds GF’s hungry nether lips were making, which were intermixed with the gurgling and groaning of what BF figures must be a growingly overly engorged belly
Discoloration in GF’s blouse as her nipples lactated, her engorged mammaries and jutting nipples, as well as her distended belly tenting her blouse
P tell GF not to be so sloppy and to mind her table manners
GF digs claws into table and floor, and BF yelps, as his footpaw is forcefully splorted out of her bulging and pulsating mound of musky yiff meat
Fluffy diamonds form as GF’s blouse strains on its buttons as GF continues glutting and her jugs continue expanding and leaking more of their warm sweet liquid
GF stops eating and pants more heavily between gulps of food as audible gargling belching sounds come from her sputtering, quivering muff, this mistakened by P as her choking
P get up to assist GF as she coos and pushes and bows back in her chair, riding her blouse up her bloated, full to bursting belly as it scritches her plush underbelly fur and her sensitized pelt scraped the table’s edge
GF’s sputtering body jiggles her fattened and milky breasts, causing her thick, milk trickling nipples to grind against her constrictively tightening blouse
GF yowls loudly and her twinkling forest green eyes rolled to the back of her head as BF feels a musky torrential gush of hot, pungent juices explode onto and soak his pants and splatter on the floor under the table in rhythmic geyser bursts
BF has to forcefully restrain himself from putting his hands on his balls and unsheathed member and jacking off to the smells and sounds GF is making
BF sneaks a peek at the large, musky pool of liquid under his seat.  Sound of clapping and seal-like deep-throated urping as GF’s muff quivers and gulps air to aerate itself and cool down
GF’s belly expands to litter and half ripeness as she bows back again, popping a couple buttons, and drawing her blouse to the bottom of her milk squirting breasts.  A small stream of milk runs down her deep cleavage, down the sides of her full to bursting belly, and plip-plops onto the floor on both sides of her seat.
P steady GF and checking her yawning, orgasmic pleasure twisted maw for obstruction, and then pulls her seat out, turns her over in her chair, and pounds on her back as she peaks at double litter ripeness, her underbelly pelt as taunt as a drum
GF’s skirt flutters and she yowls loudly as there’s a long, pungent belch as her cervix pops open and her inflated womb empties
BF wishes he could reach over and pull up her skirt and excitedly wagging tail (which chaotically sweeps across the table throwing the items in its wide radius onto the floor), and look at her rippling and rumbling muff
GF settles back in her seat and pants windily as P nuzzle and coo over her, the tongue-lulled panting from her muzzle echoed by the wheezing, body bouncing panting from her fat muff
The cleared area of the table in front of where GF is sitting is splattered wet with her juices and makes BF wants to lean over and lick it
P quiz GF’s health as BF experimentally puts a footpaw between her spread legs and feels hot, labored panting “breath” from her fat, dripping pussy ruffle his fur
BF testingly places a footpaw on her huffing and puffing distended muff and there’s another audible belch as one last splash of juices gargles and splorts onto his pads and footpaw fur
BF places his footpaw on her overexcited mount again and it chumps down on his footpaw and tries to pull it deeper and deeper inside her with her inner muscles.
BF tugs his aching footpaw out of her again and there’s another gurgling belch
BF and GF smile at each other coyly.
While encouragingly cupping and stroking the plump downy surface of GF’s poontang between the wet pads of both of his footpaws, BF realizes with an amazement that has his rock-hard member rapping on the underside of the table that her juicy muff had bloated up in diameter to slightly wider in width than both of his footpaws, it electrified in furotic heat and pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat and spread in earnest with each “deep breath” into a blunt, fist-swallowing, toothless maw, with multiple ripped layers of inner lips behind its thick, bloomed petals of muscle
BF rubs his footpaw pads over GF’s protruding, pinky-sized clit and GF yelps and digs claws into table and floor as there’s another chain of musky belches and her nipples geyser with more milk.  Grunting, BF reaches down and scritches his nuts and finds them achingly engorged to the size of furry tennis balls
Merfing, BF forces his paws on top of the table and plops his footpaws back onto the wet floor and watch GF moan and bounce with pleasure, much to the renewed concern of P
BF can’t duck under table to see GF’s overly engorged cunt for fear of drawing P’s attention to it, though the air is permeated with the scent of strong pheromones, and he can’t get up to assist P due to the woody he’s half consciously grating against the underside of the table, panting heavily from the restraint
GF’s orgasm subsides somewhat and she reassures P that she’s fine as her overexcited clit laps at, and her voluptuous sopping netherlips lightly bounces her body as it slurps at and drools more of the musky puddle saturating and rapidly dripping off her seat, as she wriggles in it and readjusts her taunt clothing
GF’s milk soaked blouse clings furotically to her glut and heat inflated curves, her thick nipples showing indiscriminately as they tent her blouse and strain the buttons in their growing bustiness
Oblivious to the scent, sounds of GF’s heated cunt, and the appearance of her clothes, as well as misinterpreting her excitedly wagging tail, P return to their seats, satisfied in GF’s well-being
As P sit down looking at BF with concern at his panting and jitteriness, there’s the sound of clanking silverware on the floor under the table, followed by the scraping of GF’s chair on the floor as she follows after it
BF curses himself under his breath for not thinking of that trick
BF merfs as he feels GF’s paws spread his legs and then her muzzle between his legs, as she licks his nuts and snuffles for the scent of his pre-cum over her own musky and pungent juices
BF tries to not draw too much attention to himself as he pants between mouthfuls of food as GF starts giving him a blowjob, taking him in her maw to the knot, lapping and sucking on his dick and rolling her tongue over and around his member as she bobbed her head and lightly combed her teeth across his unsheathed woody
There’s the rhythmic tell-tale thumping of BF’s foot as he momentarily chokes, swallows hard, and then clenches his teeth and digs his claws into the table, his tail wagging wildly
P look at each other with concern and then ask if BF needs help.  BF shakes his head forcefully, and P look at each other with concern and tugging indecision again
BF grunts, coughs, and whimpers as GF starts kneading his sensitive, spooge-packed balls with her paws, cupping them and scratching them as they expanded with an ever-increasing build-up of spooge with one paw as she works the wide end of a silver soup spoon in her insatiable twat
BF has to push his seat back and sit on its edge, and spread his legs wide so his heavy testicles aren’t so excruciatingly fractioned 
Along with the moaning, mrrring, suckling, & popping of GF’s maw action, BF can hear the sucking, panting, and gurgling belching of her muff, but P ask GF if she’s found the utensil yet and if BF is sure he’s alright
BF growls and grunts as he tries to hold off more than a light dribble of pre from his twin grapefruit-sized testes as his thick, vein-webbed shaft quivered in warning in GF’s talented muzzle
BF digs claws into table and floor and howls as he succumbed and spooged into GF’s maw and she greedily laps it up and gulps it down
BF’s mind a bright white blaze as he flops back into his seat and GF’s muzzle and cheeks are filled with what feels to BF like a never-ending spray of built-up spooge, she greedily gulps it down as she pulls his seat forwards under the concealment of the table, and then licks and scritched to get it filled a second time
BF winces, whimpers, and groans as his momentarily deflated balls start becoming engorged again, pounding and scratching his claws into the table.
P come to the conclusion that BF is suffering from heartburn and GF’s mother gets up and heads upstairs to get some anti-acids
GF continues to lick and suck on BF’s swollen shaft and when he can’t bear it any longer, he spooges a second time, though less than the first time, having filled his nuts to little over the size of baseballs
GF happily swishes the last of the gooey liquid in her maw and splorts out the spoon as BF nearly faints at the effort of his release, which GF’s father misinterprets as a possible fever as well.
As remaining P goes to BF’s side to check on him, GF gets up from under the table, smiling lustily at BF as she licks her sticky chops and stokes her gurgling, bloated belly as BF moans and teeters dizzily in his seat
After setting the wet spoon on the table, GF picks up the plate, bowl, and utensils she’d previously knocked over with her tail, takes her tall empty glass, sets it upside down on her seat, and sits down on top of it, cooing and mrrring as her greedy netherlips sucked, slurped, and clenched down on the thick, unwilling, finely textured object until she’d wiggled her body back down into her seat
GF smiles furotically at BF, licking her chops and stroking her gurgling, bloated belly as BF moans and teeters dizzily in his seat
 There’s sucking and slurping sounds from GF’s plugged muff and she clutches the table and pants heatedly as her breasts start visibly plumping up more and more
P tells GF about BF’s indigestion and GF moans that she’s finished eating and will get him some antacid if he isn’t done.
BF is too light-headed to move.  He tries getting up and gets vertigo as P tells GF that other P is looking for antacid, but that she is free to go
Gasping, GF pushes the chair away as the buttons on her blouse give and her thick, erect nipples spray streams of milk all over the table.  Cup splorts out of her as she crosses her arms over the dripping nipples on her heavily engorged melon breasts
P briefly turns to GF, and GF smiles sweetly and explains that her cup fell
BF can see the indentation of GF’s swollen furry muff mound against her soaked skirt
GF asks P not to fawn over BF so much and says she’ll help other P look for medicine as she lifts her tail, backs up, and grates her rear against the wall behind her
P states to be only acting like a good P, but obliges to sit down
While P is walking back to seat, GF turns, bends at the waist, and lifts her tail high as she reaches down for the cup, giving BF a gratuitous view of her hot, dripping wet, massively bloated cunny
BF whimpers as GF waggles her rear and he gets hard again
GF stands up and places the cup back on the table as P reaches seat
GF turns away from P and starts waddling out of the room, rocking like she has a volleyball squeezed between her legs, puddles of femme juice drips from between her legs as she rocks to and out the door
P praises to BF about how well mannered GF is, excusing herself from the table, and keeping herself and her surroundings neat and presentable
BF tries to clear his head and think of something mundane so his dick would soften and he could chase GF, but her musk is still perfuming the air, and he can’t keep his eyes off the mark on the wall in front of him