The fox wondered when the cakes would stop. His lips were smeared with a mix of regular light chocolate and dark fudge, as well as a few sprinkles that decorated the cakes that were stuffed into him. Swat was convinced by Zach to come over to his place for his birthday gift, to celebrate turning 18.
The minute he saw his gift, he was definately surprised: His most favorite kind of cake had been baked for him, and made a rather big, but still very desirable, size, a wax '18' candle sitting on top. A double chocolate fudge cake the size of a football.
Only slightly bigger than an average football.
After he practically inhaled his treat, the winter fox found himself encouraged to sit down, and suddenly have his arms tied to the back of a chair by his hybrid friend.
The words he heard next were: "Well, since you were able to finish a whole cake so easily...how about seventeen more? You only ate one of out your eighteen years. so far." The cat and wolf hybrid said with a playful smirk.
Now here he was, still strapped to a chair, and another cake having been forced into his maw and into his fattening gut. He let out a small whimper at how his belly groaned and bubbled from so much fudge being packed into him. He looked to Zach with a slightly pleading gaze, but was only met with a sly grin and another large cake sitting in his paw.
"Don't tell me you're getting full already!" He said, holding the cake close to Swat's bulging cheeks, another numbered candle sitting on it, 9, "After all, you still have nine more years to finish. Now open up."
My finished gift art for my bud'
SWATKats-Fanatic
Managed to get this finished before the work day's over. XD
Before I finished, I originally was just going to have the chocolate and fudge smears on his muzzle. But I figured, some cake have sprinkles on them, right? Why not add some of those on? Adds a little color to it, too. =3
'Bout time I got this done.
Hope ya like!
The minute he saw his gift, he was definately surprised: His most favorite kind of cake had been baked for him, and made a rather big, but still very desirable, size, a wax '18' candle sitting on top. A double chocolate fudge cake the size of a football.
Only slightly bigger than an average football.
After he practically inhaled his treat, the winter fox found himself encouraged to sit down, and suddenly have his arms tied to the back of a chair by his hybrid friend.
The words he heard next were: "Well, since you were able to finish a whole cake so easily...how about seventeen more? You only ate one of out your eighteen years. so far." The cat and wolf hybrid said with a playful smirk.
Now here he was, still strapped to a chair, and another cake having been forced into his maw and into his fattening gut. He let out a small whimper at how his belly groaned and bubbled from so much fudge being packed into him. He looked to Zach with a slightly pleading gaze, but was only met with a sly grin and another large cake sitting in his paw.
"Don't tell me you're getting full already!" He said, holding the cake close to Swat's bulging cheeks, another numbered candle sitting on it, 9, "After all, you still have nine more years to finish. Now open up."
My finished gift art for my bud'
SWATKats-FanaticManaged to get this finished before the work day's over. XD
Before I finished, I originally was just going to have the chocolate and fudge smears on his muzzle. But I figured, some cake have sprinkles on them, right? Why not add some of those on? Adds a little color to it, too. =3
'Bout time I got this done.
Hope ya like!
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 960 x 1280px
File Size 77.6 kB
I'm glad you love it, pal. X3
Chuckles and covers your nose, in order to get you to open your mouth to breath. The minute you do, I take my paw off your nose and quickly stuff the cake in, your cheeks bulging from such a large portion, "That's eleven years now, Swat. Just seven more to go before you're done here." -I wink and smirk, without waiting I quickly shove another cake in, rubbing your swelling and grumbling gut.
Chuckles and covers your nose, in order to get you to open your mouth to breath. The minute you do, I take my paw off your nose and quickly stuff the cake in, your cheeks bulging from such a large portion, "That's eleven years now, Swat. Just seven more to go before you're done here." -I wink and smirk, without waiting I quickly shove another cake in, rubbing your swelling and grumbling gut.
"Heh, but you're doing well so far!" I smile, using both my paws to massage your gut, "I'm sure you'd be able to finish off all your cakes, no problem! And secondly...fudge IS your favorite, right?" I smile, deciding to amp up the fudgey goodness of the next cake by sprinkling some chocolate fudge sprinkles on it, before stuffing it in your mouth again, the familiar flavour engulfing your tongue again.
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