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POV: Your Conditioning Your Puppy To Eat Till They Can’t Burp Anymore and It’s Affecting Their Waistline

Your puppy doesn’t notice when things shift…they just start going along with it like it’s always been this way.

At first, your shy little pup would sit across from you, barely making it halfway through their plate before giving up, pushing the plate away like what they ate was enough.

“I’m full…” they’d mumble, all unsure, like they needed you to agree.

You never did. You’d just smile, soft and patient. “No you’re not, baby” you’d murmur softly. And after a little hesitation, they’d pick the fork back up and keep going.

It didn’t take much. A quiet “just a few more bites for me, sweetheart,” a gentle “be good for me, pup,” or a look they just couldn’t ignore.

You never forced it. You just made stopping feel… wrong.

And slowly, it started to show. Your puppy would lean back after eating with a soft, weighted kind of exhale, like the fullness had somewhere to sit now instead of disappearing.

Then you could see it start to linger. Their stomach didn’t pull flat anymore, didn’t vanish when they stood. It stayed. A gentle swell that rounded outward just enough to catch the light, to shift the way their clothes sat against them.

When they stood, it pushed out far enough that they had to lean forward slightly just to see past it, like it was starting to get in the way now.

Their favorite tank top started giving it away the most. It used to fall loose, barely touching them. Now it followed. The fabric stretched lightly over their middle, skimming that softness, rising inch by inch when they sat until it exposed more than it hid.

They’d fidget with it, tugging it back down, but it always crept back up, like it couldn’t quite contain them anymore. You’d smooth it down for them, slow and easy, like nothing was different.

And the burps… Oh, how those changed too. They used to be tiny, easy to hide, something your puppy could swallow down without you noticing. Not anymore.The more they listened to you, the more they ate, the fuller they let themselves get, the easier they came up.

Deeper.

Heavier.

Louder.

Sometimes they’d try to hold them in, cheeks puffing slightly, but you’d catch them every time. “Don’t hold it in, baby,” you’d chastise softly, and eventually they stopped trying.

After meals, they stopped wandering off like before. They lingered. Hovered. Until ending up exactly where they are now became the most natural thing in the world.

Straddling your lap.

Your puppy settles down on you with a soft, heavy exhale, knees on either side, weight sinking into you in a way it never used to. There’s more of them now. Softer. Warmer.

You feel it immediately, hands coming up to their hips to steady them. “Right there,” you murmur quietly, hands firm at their hips to keep them settled. They huff, embarrassed, but stay like the good pup they are.

Your hands slide forward, palms spreading over their belly, and it’s impossible to miss. It fills your hands now.

Rounded.

Full.

It presses right back into your palms when you touch it, soft but firm underneath, like it belongs there. You give it a slow squeeze, amused. “This didn’t use to stick out like this, did it?” Their cheeks flush a bit as they whine out an excuse, “It’s because I just ate…”.

You press in gently. A small burp slips out of them. They freeze instantly, stuck right there on your lap. You just hum softly. “There we go.”

“I didn’t mean to—” they whine, covering their mouth, but your thumb presses in again, slower this time, more deliberate. Another burp rises, turning into a soft belch before they can stop it. “S-stop…” they whine.

Your hands tighten slightly on their hips. “Stay, puppy. You’re fine.”

Your fingers spread over their belly, holding that rounded shape, feeling how it settles into your hands now. You press again. Another belch escapes, deeper this time, and you feel the way it shifts under your palms.

“Oh baby…” you murmur softly, almost amused. “Are you really full if your body’s still helping you make more space?” They go quiet at that. Because they can feel it too.

You press again, slow and steady, and another low belch slips out, heavier this time, harder for them to hide.

They sag slightly against you, cheeks burning, trying not to shift too much where they’re straddling you. They whine at the prospect of eating even more. “I can’t… I’m already so full,” they mumble weakly.

To which you just give them a look. Not harsh. Not even serious. But it makes them hesitate anyway, like maybe they’re wrong.

You tilt your head slightly, fingers pressing in again, drawing out another deep, helpless belch. “Mm… you can,” you purr softly. “Listen to yourself.”

Your gaze dips for a moment, taking in the way their belly rounds into your hands, the way it resists your touch, pushing outward instead of giving way.

“You keep saying you’re full, sweetheart…” you murmur, voice low with quiet amusement, your thumb tracing slowly along the curve of their belly.

You press in again, drawing out another deep, helpless belch, and hum softly. “…but your body’s still making room for more with those nice, big burps, isn’t it, baby?”

They don’t argue.

They just sit there, warm and heavy in your lap, letting it happen. Another firm push, another belch follows. Lower this time.

You hum, satisfied. “Good puppy… that’s it. Don’t fight it.”

Your touch shifts, easing into slow, steady circles, your palm gliding over that swollen curve. “See?” you murmur. “We’re just helping your tummy along.”

A gentle press pulls another quiet belch from them. “Making space so you can keep eating.”

Your puppy barely reacts, just sags a little more against you, heavy and warm in your lap. You give another gentle press, drawing out a low, tired belch, and hum under your breath. “See? Still going…”

Your hand settles back into slow circles, unhurried, like you’ve done this a hundred times. “We’ll take our time with it,” you continue quietly.

“Let your pretty belly settle… make a little more space… then you can eat a bit more for me.”

Your thumb traces along the curve again, grounding them where they sit. “And once you’re settled back down on my lap again… we’ll just do it all over again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, puppy?”

They don’t answer. They don’t need to. You already know.

Your hand stays on them, slow and steady, keeping them right where they are. Another gentle press draws out a soft belch, and you let out a quiet, satisfied hum. “Mm… there it is.”

Your thumb drifts along the curve of their belly, unhurried, like you’re in no rush at all.“See? You’re handling it like a champ, baby.”

Your hand keeps moving in slow circles, grounding, familiar. “Don’t worry,” you add, a faint teasing edge slipping in, “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”

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by Alex Palma