A series commissioned by  Anciano for his friend  CedricBrowning
Story by Cedric
Art by Yours Truly

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As soon as the roll credits appeared on the TV screen, Cedric gave a very last chew to his sweet. The mouth covering dough was restrained before a big gulp, followed by a big burp easily confused with a striking lightning. The wooden stick was laying on the ground, among numerous sticks and plastic envelopes. Cedric didn’t mind the mess, not that he wanted to be a pig, but because his legs couldn’t resist the weight if he kneeled to pick up the trash. Instead, he began to waddle to the kitchen, on his look for more frozen treats.

As the dirty and voluminous paw reached for the fridge’s door, the wolf opened it and his hunger had been betrayed by an empty scenario. No packers, no ice, no frozen food, Nothing. Cedric’s stomach, as if it was the brain, growled in a violent way simulating a lion’s roar, in response to the lack of food.

“There was no way all the fudgepackers were eaten.” Cedric muttered to himself as he desperately checked all the shelves and drawers of his kitchen, finding on his way only a few lunchables like undone pasta, tuna cans and sliced bread loaf, but none of them worthy to cease his hunger today. “What the hell am I supposed to eat now!?”

At the outside of the house, a scooter has parked in front of the house. The ursine driver took out his helmet and replaced the package he’s supposed to deliver with said helmet. Reaching to the entrance, the panda knocked three times the door to begin the waiting. Drumming the low pack of the package with his fingers, he waited for almost 5 minutes for someone to answer the door, and the weight of the box won’t help at all but rising the mailman’s anger.

Fed up, the panda began his way to his scooter when he listened to the creaking of a door being quickly opened. As he turned back to deliver the box, the first of his body parts to show signs of fear was his ears trying to escape. The figure who was inside the home was a full round mass of fur, on the upper side covered by ice cream stains and drops flowing all over the surface. Two small white dots, almost as white and shining as the moon, were looking straightly to the delivery man, empty looking, hungry, while those dots were making a loud heavy breathing noise, almost rhythmically to the mailman’s accelerated heartbeat, who only stood in the entrance for a few seconds, contemplating (what would be) his death, and he ran away screaming in fear, forgetting about receiving the sign that indicates that the package was delivered right.

Cedric could barely pop out his head as he sighted the delivery man getting out of the scenario, mostly since his body was too big to go through the doorframe. But it was a relief that this time it was the mailman showed up before he could open the door, but sadly the story repeated itself. At the entrance there was another pack of Fudgepackers.

“Thank God.” the wolf yelled as he opened the box and taking a single fudgepacker, but this time it was Peanut Butter flavored, and opening the envelope as he surrendered to his wolf feral instincts. Once the sweetness has touched his tongue, the calm and the joy were filling Cedric’s entire body more than the ice cream he’s rapidly devouring. Jumping at his toes like a little kid, Cedric took the box of sweets and took them now to his room upstairs.

The wolf has reached to the room slower in every step, with his knees hurting like being crushed by hammers, his sighs getting as heavy as he is. Puffing at the top of the ladders, he put the box at one side, as he visually looked for a second air. Once he opened the door of his room, Cedric has opened a new pack of Packers as a reward. He turned on the laptop that was on the top of a now tiny table, alongside a drawing tablet, and now he was ready to work.

Cedric opted to sit on his bed, since he has already broken two of his chairs. As soon as his butt cheeks has landed on the mattress, a screeching noise was showing up the bed’s full pain. But Cedric didn’t mind it as he proceeded. After getting comfy on the surrendered bed, multiplying the screeching, the canine was ready to get to work, but the desk was too further of him.

Still sitting down on the mattress, Cedric reached his arms as further as he could to grab the desk and pull it back to him, with no success. It doesn’t look like he’s stretching or anything since all the fat folds makes the arms look short, but he’s doing it. Sweating the double because of the effort, Cedric slowly lifts himself and leans closer to the desk, so his stretched arms can reach for it.

His hands have finally reached for the desk. Cedric gave a deep sigh as he sees his mission accomplished. The wolf pulls the desk against him as he sits down, but when touching the mattress, he felt something rough and cold on his belly. He looked at first surprised and then worried when he saw his precious deck getting deep into his own fat. Not getting out. Going deeper and deeper. Surprised by this new turn of events, Cedric descended into panic. Breathing as quick as a steam powered train, his wolf quickly stood up, letting his hands go out of the table and finding support on the walls next the bed. Once he was on his two paws again, Cedric listened to a crashing sound.

Looking at the reduced area of floor his own belly could let the wolf to see, he saw all his stuff was untouched. Yet, he tried to look under his feet, and his sight found out not what Cedric wanted to see, but the table upside down and a crashed laptop lying on the floor. Most of the keyboard letters were also all over the place, even his digital tablet pen and numerous drops of cream. Cedric, in shock by all the disaster he has made, stood in silence with his mouth as open as his cheeks and chin allowed to, dropping his frozen sweet though his moobs and landing on the top of his belly. Staying stood like a statue made out of clay, Cedric did nothing to the sliding packer that was making his way slowly to the ground, and fall directly over the expired laptop, covering it all with brownish peanut buttery cream and ending the poor wolf’s torment of a day.