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Pretty far out in the swamp with Spanish Moss dangling down low from the Cypress Trees, strange insects made even stranger clicking sounds...
One of the clicking sounds was almost kinda...musical. Twanging-like...like a banjo. Coming from the direction of an old cabin with a beat-up roof, and a deck with very ruined holes.
''Well howdy to you! Ah'm 'round backs of da shack. Cum'on 'round an' set fer a spell!'' said the fattest 'gator you have ever seen - he must have weighed at least 500 pounds.
This gator was so fat, he was holding his banjo on the side to play it - for his big belly was so huge he wouldn't be able to play it normally. The fat gator was dressed only in blue overalls, with only one of the straps fastened; a big green gator moob hanging out of one side. A ham and cheese sandwich rested on the top of his huge gut.
''Mah name's Eustus. Eustus J. Givenall tha third. What brings y'all 'round these here parts?''
You answer that your boat's motor broke down.
''Well, ah do declare! If that tain't worse den a greased pig in a pool hall!''
Eustus scratches the nipple of his exposed moob.
''Well, pulls up a stump and set with Eustus fer a spell. If'n ya'll doan' like stumps, ya'll can just sit ri' here on Eustus' knee.''
He grinned a toothy grin, some of them were very yellowed.
''Cum'on! I tain't gonna bites ya! I may bees a gator, but I gots lots o' tasty vittles here - plenty ta share. Y'all hungry? Jes' wait tills ya tastes the vittles I gots stewin ri' now in the shack! My own Southern Swamp Stew - been brewin' it all day now. It'll be ready in another hour er so ah reckin'.''
The scent from the gator's pits also fills your nose. The scent might be the stew...might be the fat gator...
''Well, yers downwind of me and upwinds of the stew...so it must be me. Aw shucks! *the gator blushes* Ah thought youze Big City Folk didn' like the swamp smells none - ya'll always smellin' so clean and purdy all da time, not like we gets many of youze in dese here parts...''
''Ever had a bath Eustis?'' you ask.
''Now why in tarnation woulds ah ever needs ta take a bath? I live ri' next ta the swamp!''
Eustus cocked his head with a puzzled look.
''Why doan' y'all stay fer a spell? Ah'm jes a lonely ol' swamp boy...ah sure could use some fun company like'n yerself. Y'all probably get real fat eatin' as much food as ah'd be feedin' yas...Well all righty then! It'lls be more funs than three fat kids in a chocolate factory! Whaddya say we go have some of that stew, buddy?''
The shack had a porch on the front of it with railings. A rocking chair is out there which couldn't possibly support Eustus' bulk. A stump is also out on the porch. The front door is sagging; its top hinge is only fastenened by one bolt that's halfway out. The porch creeks under Eustus' weight. He opens the door and motions for you to enter the shack.
''Hon'rd guesteses first!'' Eustus says as he bows, his large green moobs dangling at the ground.
The shack looked like Eustus didn't even know the words ''clean'' or ''tidy'' even existed in the English language, or whatever dialect that was that he spoke. The bed was in the right near corner of the shack, was very soiled and covered in food wrappers and clothes. More clothes were stuffed under it. In the left near corner of the room was a large green plant. You couldn't quite tell where the plant was planted...it seemed to be growing through the shack from the outside. A sturdy rustic wooden chair was also in that corner of the room. The far right corner had a stove with a large pot on it, simmering. The delicious smell of the cooking food was so strong it even overpowered the stench of the unwashed bedsheets. The far left corner had a huge stump in it, and what looked like cabinets, except so many different types of things were piled in and about it.
''Welcomes to mah home!''
Eustus had to wriggle his way through the front doorway; his belly was too wide and too big for him to get through easily. After a little bit of effort, he fell into the room.
''Hows abouts we start with some corn pone? Y'all never had good down-home corn pone b'fore? Well jes set yerself down and ah'll gits ya's some!''
Eustus waddled over to the stove. As he walked, the vibrations shook a few of the items off the cabinets and they fell to the floor with a clank and a crash. The fat gator bent down, his large butt stuck out into your face as he pulled two huge loaves of yellow bread out from inside the oven. Eustus sliced each one open and slathered a whole stick of butter inside of each one.
''Here ya go! Corn pone fresh from the oven! Oh, I see you're drooling alreadys! Good Huh? Be sure and save some of it for the stew! But even wit' all dat yummmmmy butter, it still dries the mouth a lil'. We're gonna need sometin' to drinks wit' all of dese good vittles! Les tarry on over to my still. I gots sometin' special brewin'!''
''Doan' fret none...'taint alkyhol. It's my great-grandpappy's special recipe - he used the same stills as the bootleggers, but insteada makin' Mountain Dew 'e made his ''10 Percent Special Pound Brew''
The fat gator waddled into the middle of all the trees. There was a huge distilling apparatus there, huffing and chugging away, filling a gigantic jug with a thick yellowish liquid. There were several other huge jugs in a row there as well.
''Well, here 'tis! The 10 Percent Special Pound Brew!''
Eustus hefted up one of the huge jugs - over two feet tall and about two feet around - and displayed it proudly.
''Let's just say that ah had ta widen the back door to mah shack after drinking too much of this one night!''
Eustus winks at you, picked up two of the other large jugs and started back to the shack with them.
Several more items fell from the cabinets as Eustus entered the cabin. Once you got in the back door, you could have sworn that the plant in the corner was bigger than before. Eustus rolled a stump from the kitchen between the large stump and the sturdy rustic chair, then he started ladling the stew into two large bowls.
''Set yerself down and get ready for a feastin'!''
Eustus set a jug next to the chair and next to the stump, slathered two more loaves of corn pone with butter, and put them and the stew on the little stump.
''Dig in! Ya see, it's called ''Pound Brew'' because it sure packs on dem pounds - but only of the vittles that's done eaten wit' it. It swells ya up somethin' fierce - why wit'all we gots tonight, you'll probably be gainin' 200 pounds! But that lasts only fer a night. It's called ''Ten Percent'' because only ten percent of that weight stays on you. So you'll be 20 pounds heavier tommry!''
Eustus grinned large...
''Ahhh....doan' ya just love da fat?''
Story © 2008
hippotaur and 
feathery
Eustus J. Givenall III & Art © 2008 hippotaur
One of the clicking sounds was almost kinda...musical. Twanging-like...like a banjo. Coming from the direction of an old cabin with a beat-up roof, and a deck with very ruined holes.
''Well howdy to you! Ah'm 'round backs of da shack. Cum'on 'round an' set fer a spell!'' said the fattest 'gator you have ever seen - he must have weighed at least 500 pounds.
This gator was so fat, he was holding his banjo on the side to play it - for his big belly was so huge he wouldn't be able to play it normally. The fat gator was dressed only in blue overalls, with only one of the straps fastened; a big green gator moob hanging out of one side. A ham and cheese sandwich rested on the top of his huge gut.
''Mah name's Eustus. Eustus J. Givenall tha third. What brings y'all 'round these here parts?''
You answer that your boat's motor broke down.
''Well, ah do declare! If that tain't worse den a greased pig in a pool hall!''
Eustus scratches the nipple of his exposed moob.
''Well, pulls up a stump and set with Eustus fer a spell. If'n ya'll doan' like stumps, ya'll can just sit ri' here on Eustus' knee.''
He grinned a toothy grin, some of them were very yellowed.
''Cum'on! I tain't gonna bites ya! I may bees a gator, but I gots lots o' tasty vittles here - plenty ta share. Y'all hungry? Jes' wait tills ya tastes the vittles I gots stewin ri' now in the shack! My own Southern Swamp Stew - been brewin' it all day now. It'll be ready in another hour er so ah reckin'.''
The scent from the gator's pits also fills your nose. The scent might be the stew...might be the fat gator...
''Well, yers downwind of me and upwinds of the stew...so it must be me. Aw shucks! *the gator blushes* Ah thought youze Big City Folk didn' like the swamp smells none - ya'll always smellin' so clean and purdy all da time, not like we gets many of youze in dese here parts...''
''Ever had a bath Eustis?'' you ask.
''Now why in tarnation woulds ah ever needs ta take a bath? I live ri' next ta the swamp!''
Eustus cocked his head with a puzzled look.
''Why doan' y'all stay fer a spell? Ah'm jes a lonely ol' swamp boy...ah sure could use some fun company like'n yerself. Y'all probably get real fat eatin' as much food as ah'd be feedin' yas...Well all righty then! It'lls be more funs than three fat kids in a chocolate factory! Whaddya say we go have some of that stew, buddy?''
The shack had a porch on the front of it with railings. A rocking chair is out there which couldn't possibly support Eustus' bulk. A stump is also out on the porch. The front door is sagging; its top hinge is only fastenened by one bolt that's halfway out. The porch creeks under Eustus' weight. He opens the door and motions for you to enter the shack.
''Hon'rd guesteses first!'' Eustus says as he bows, his large green moobs dangling at the ground.
The shack looked like Eustus didn't even know the words ''clean'' or ''tidy'' even existed in the English language, or whatever dialect that was that he spoke. The bed was in the right near corner of the shack, was very soiled and covered in food wrappers and clothes. More clothes were stuffed under it. In the left near corner of the room was a large green plant. You couldn't quite tell where the plant was planted...it seemed to be growing through the shack from the outside. A sturdy rustic wooden chair was also in that corner of the room. The far right corner had a stove with a large pot on it, simmering. The delicious smell of the cooking food was so strong it even overpowered the stench of the unwashed bedsheets. The far left corner had a huge stump in it, and what looked like cabinets, except so many different types of things were piled in and about it.
''Welcomes to mah home!''
Eustus had to wriggle his way through the front doorway; his belly was too wide and too big for him to get through easily. After a little bit of effort, he fell into the room.
''Hows abouts we start with some corn pone? Y'all never had good down-home corn pone b'fore? Well jes set yerself down and ah'll gits ya's some!''
Eustus waddled over to the stove. As he walked, the vibrations shook a few of the items off the cabinets and they fell to the floor with a clank and a crash. The fat gator bent down, his large butt stuck out into your face as he pulled two huge loaves of yellow bread out from inside the oven. Eustus sliced each one open and slathered a whole stick of butter inside of each one.
''Here ya go! Corn pone fresh from the oven! Oh, I see you're drooling alreadys! Good Huh? Be sure and save some of it for the stew! But even wit' all dat yummmmmy butter, it still dries the mouth a lil'. We're gonna need sometin' to drinks wit' all of dese good vittles! Les tarry on over to my still. I gots sometin' special brewin'!''
''Doan' fret none...'taint alkyhol. It's my great-grandpappy's special recipe - he used the same stills as the bootleggers, but insteada makin' Mountain Dew 'e made his ''10 Percent Special Pound Brew''
The fat gator waddled into the middle of all the trees. There was a huge distilling apparatus there, huffing and chugging away, filling a gigantic jug with a thick yellowish liquid. There were several other huge jugs in a row there as well.
''Well, here 'tis! The 10 Percent Special Pound Brew!''
Eustus hefted up one of the huge jugs - over two feet tall and about two feet around - and displayed it proudly.
''Let's just say that ah had ta widen the back door to mah shack after drinking too much of this one night!''
Eustus winks at you, picked up two of the other large jugs and started back to the shack with them.
Several more items fell from the cabinets as Eustus entered the cabin. Once you got in the back door, you could have sworn that the plant in the corner was bigger than before. Eustus rolled a stump from the kitchen between the large stump and the sturdy rustic chair, then he started ladling the stew into two large bowls.
''Set yerself down and get ready for a feastin'!''
Eustus set a jug next to the chair and next to the stump, slathered two more loaves of corn pone with butter, and put them and the stew on the little stump.
''Dig in! Ya see, it's called ''Pound Brew'' because it sure packs on dem pounds - but only of the vittles that's done eaten wit' it. It swells ya up somethin' fierce - why wit'all we gots tonight, you'll probably be gainin' 200 pounds! But that lasts only fer a night. It's called ''Ten Percent'' because only ten percent of that weight stays on you. So you'll be 20 pounds heavier tommry!''
Eustus grinned large...
''Ahhh....doan' ya just love da fat?''
<<<Continue to Part 2>>>Story © 2008
hippotaur and 
featheryEustus J. Givenall III & Art © 2008
hippotaur
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Size 948 x 1280px
File Size 1.96 MB
Awesome pic/story combo! :D
A truly sexy and affectionate character that I would definitely love to see more of in the future! ^^
Maybe we could work in some foot odor with those armpits, eh? :D
The gator wearing a big pair of old, worn, sweaty workboots without socks and chooses to take them off around his guests, resting and airing out his tired, stinking feet which are, unfortunately, upwind of his guests!
Hehehe, it could definitely work! :D It's all up to you, though! ^^
-Big-Foot
A truly sexy and affectionate character that I would definitely love to see more of in the future! ^^
Maybe we could work in some foot odor with those armpits, eh? :D
The gator wearing a big pair of old, worn, sweaty workboots without socks and chooses to take them off around his guests, resting and airing out his tired, stinking feet which are, unfortunately, upwind of his guests!
Hehehe, it could definitely work! :D It's all up to you, though! ^^
-Big-Foot
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