Picture it
You are a dog and you want to be a Good Dog, so there you are on the floor in the kitchen waiting for your final treat after a day of eating and eating and eating til your belly swells and aches, so that you can finally get your release
The bowl slides in front of you
It's filled with half a large brownie, diced into perfectly edible chunks, it almost looks like kibble. Your owner pours a bit of heavy cream around them so they're a little easier to lap up and tells you to dig in if you want your reward
So you do
And you growl and moan and whine as you try so hard to finish it all despite how full you are, how much your belly is protesting every chew and swallow. But if you stop eating then you are a Bad Dog and you get a swift strike of the crop to your ass, and of course you want to be a Good Dog, you are a Good Dog right? So better to just eat up
You're so close to being done
Cream and crumbs stain your face, your brain has completely quit on telling you to stop. You're all mouth and belly at work now. "Just four more bites," your owner whispers. You feel a rush of power in you, a need to impress... to contradict them in a way that won't get you spanked. "Less," you growl and swiftly finish the remaining chunks in two big bites
It's done
You roll over. You get belly rubs. Your owner will treat you however you like after. You are such a Good Dog.