WARNING: This story contains farts.

It's a cold Halloween afternoon in Metropolis, and two Dog Stars are out patrolling the city streets. Specifically, Hot Dog and Mammoth Mutt. Adorably, the dachshund's wearing a white chefs hat, and the chihuahua's dressed as a little piggy - wearing a rubber pigs nose with a curly tail. Happily, the two are enjoying their spooky holiday. Perking up their ears, the super dogs can hear an alarm going off nearby. It's a meat packing plant, and the employees are all exiting the building and running for their lives.

“Never a dull moment, eh partner?” Asks Hot Dog, nudging Mammoth Mutt's shoulder. “You bet, partner! Let's go!” She barks. Side-by-side, the duo spring into action. Passing through the huge crowd of workers, they ram through a pair of double doors. Upon entering a huge packing room with lots of conveyor belts, they're shocked to find giant humanoid meatloaf monsters – totally wrecking the pace.

Something's gone terribly wrong with the preservative chemicals, and now, the food's become rampaging beasts. Expanding her paws like a couple of giant mittens, the chihuahua slaps two of the monsters together – flattening them into a single pancake. “Eww, they're so mushy...” Frowns Mammoth Mutt, shaking the residue off herself. “Don't celebrate just yet little piggy, look!” Barks the dachshund.

As the crowd of meatloaf monsters surround them, the flattened one reshapes twice as big as it was (since it's actually two combined). Stepping into the ring of raw meat, the giant meatloaf is ready to pound the heroes into ground beef. Raising his paws like akimbo pistols, Hot Dog rapidly shoots fire balls at it. Getting staggered by his attacks, the creature becomes a bit more sluggish as it cooks. Perking up her ears, the chihuahua gets a strange, yet practical idea.

“Buddy, focus on roasting the rest of them! The big guy's done cooking, and this little piggy's gonna make him... Disappear!” After talking like a silly magician, she dives straight into the meatloaf giants chest. Feeling all over itself nervously, it quivers as Mammoth Mutt eats her way through – much like a worm consuming an apple. While the dachshund thoroughly cooks the crowd of meat minions, the chihuahua's managed to devour half the giant.

Trying its hardest to reform, she refuses it give it the chance to regain its composure. After finishing it off, Mammoth Mutt rolls across the concrete floor belches. Shaped like a wrecking ball, she bounces herself towards the others – farting each time she hits the ground. “Haha! Looks like we've picked the right costumes for the occasion, huh tubby?” Laughs Hot Dog, still cooking away. Each time she sinks her fangs into a monster-loaf like a big fat tick, she chomps through it like a paper shredder.

Devouring as fast as she possibly can, the chihuahua ignores the pain in her overworked jaw and sore throat. Of course, her ever-increasing weight gain is making it far harder to move. At the very least, Mammoth Mutt's gaining more impact per monster she consumes. Exhausted from all the burning he's been doing, the dachshund realizes the foes have all been cooked thoroughly enough. “Ugh... I don't feel so good...” Moans the chihuahua, really feeling just how stuffed she's become.

Inflated like a whale-sized food balloon, Mammoth Mutt's become far too rotund to move anymore. Despite her best efforts, there still remains one last monster-loaf. Roaring down at Hot Dog, it starts tromping as fast as it can towards him. Standing between it and his massive partner, the dachshund feels bad about what he's going to do, but in his mind – desperate times call for desperate measures.

While the creature dives towards them, Hot Dog climbs up her chubby neck rolls like a ladder. Grabbing her lips, he forcefully gapes her mouth open as broadly as he can stretch it. Midair, the monster-loaf realizes that it's made a terrible mistake. Of course, it's far too late to stop its attack now. And so, just as the dachshund's planned in the heat of the moment, the final creature disgustingly slurps itself between her outstretched lips, down her throat, and into her gargantuan body.

After belching hard enough to quake the facility, the chihuahua lifts her tail and splatters out a nasty wet fart. Comically, Hot Dog pulls a wooden clip out from his chefs hat – pinching his nostrils shut so he doesn't have to smell anything. Blushing from sheer embarrassment, she moans as the biomass of creatures all form into one single meatball, pulsating her ultra-tight flesh like the worlds largest pregnancy.

Despite its constant attempts at escaping, it's no match for her stomach acid. Like a true gluttonous piggy, Mammoth Mutt licks the leftover meat from her lips. “Hahaha! We did it, fatso! With my flames and your appetite for destruction, we're unstoppable!” Cheers the dachshund, patting her beige underbelly. Comically, her body sounds just like an over-taut drum.“Y-Yeah, looks like I'm ready to w-win the county fair, t-too...” She stutters, sloshing in place with constant groans.

Although she's clearly fit to burst, the chihuahua's doing everything in her power to contain the monstrous meatball. Luckily, belching and farting is helping her relieve some tension, but only a little at a time. Since Mammoth Mutt's going to need a month to digest all this food, it's obvious that she'll remain immobile for Halloween. So as a gift to their heroism, the factory supervisor's allowing the Dog Stars to party in the building for the remainder of the day...

While all the meat plants workers go home, one by one, Dog Stars get beamed down into the facility. Everyone's joined the party, with Brainy Barker as the last to enter. As Hot Dog cooks up some burgers for the team, the smell of meat's understandably nauseating to the chihuahua now. But hey, at least they've put a silly party hat on her, in addition to the thematically appropriate pigs nose. Blushing hard red, Stretch-O-Mutt's standing by the fruit punch bowl with Bulldog. Despite the fact that Mammoth Mutt's an endlessly farting meat blimp, the elastic retriever simply can't help himself - he's fallen in love with her.

“Go on mate! Ask the round girl out, why don't ya? No time like the present, I say!” Laughs Bulldog, grinning confidently. Shakily nodding in agreement, Stretch pours a second cup of fruit punch, walks over to the disgustingly grotesque chihuahua, and nervously offers her a drink. Adorably, she dips her muzzle into the cup and sips it up. Slurping gently, her gaze meet his. Although no words are being exchanged, they're both ready to go on a date with each other. And so, thanks to Stretch-O-Mutt, this has become the greatest Halloween that she's ever experienced... THE END