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<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>It was by happy coincidence that you encountered Asher on the mountain trail, already getting quite winded from your trek up. Though your friend, perhaps, was feeling even more worse for the wear.
The massive merchant's affluence (and adipose cells) had greatly expanded thanks to all the business he was getting, and though the queer wolf had quite a taste for lavish and extravagant things, he continued to humbly wear the same outfit everywhere... even though it had long since ceased to fit him. His signature pink polo was barely able to fit around his chunky arms, and looked more like a crop-top, only covering his gelatinous moobs while letting his huge, flabby, rolled belly hang low in front of him. His minty green shorts looked even shorter around his tree-trunk thighs, struggling to contain his enormous behind. You imagined that he no longer had the button at the front done... not that you'd be able to tell with his stomach obscuring it.
The merchant had a habit of popping up in unexpected places with to-die-for deals, though you noticed it happening less as of late. And was it any wonder why he would travel less? Just standing around here, he was already panting, shirt stained with sweat.
As the winded wolf took sight of you, his face lit up, chubby cheeks dimpling from his smile.
"Ah, my friend... *huff* ...A joyous circumstance meeting you here. *pant* This is a prime spot to hunt down exhausted travelers to sell supplies to... *wheeze* ...but I fear we may have become the quarry."
Taking a deep breath, you nodded in agreement.
"As my favorite customer, I'll share some rations with you, free of charge... *huff* ...and I've been needing an excuse for a snack break myself... *pant* ...I believe I have just the thing for you, ohoho."
With that, he turned and plopped his pack atop a nearby rock, the upper roll of his belly squishing into its stony surface as he leaned over it. Opening the bag, he peered inside.
"Now, let's see... where is it? This...? No. *munch* Hmm..." He rummaged some more. "Where could it... *gnash* ...possibly be... *chomp* ...in here..."
As you watched, he leaned his face further towards the pack. The sounds of rummaging began to be replaced by the sounds of snacking...
"Jussh... *schlorp* ...giff me ah minute... *gobble* ...I'll... *glurp* ...find... *horf* ...it."
As he continued to excitedly devour the snacks in his bag, his tail began to wag furiously, his colossal rump jiggling enticingly below it.
Was he still looking for that snack for you? ...Or for himself? Maybe you should help look... it's definitely got to be hidden under those luscious, grabbable rolls of soft, squishy, back fat...
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
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