Renard got hooked on strawberry-flavored Fudgepacker pops? WHAT A SURPRISE. They do a body good, though.

Story by  Renard De Fleureaux
Art by Yours Truly

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Renard grumbled softly as he tapped at his keyboard. He was having trouble with his latest project, so he had decided to stay in for the day, sticking to his pajamas. Which was good because, right now, they were the only clothes that fit him properly.

“It’s just bloat…” he muttered to himself, tugging on his shirt as he grabbed another strawberry Fudgepacker. “I’ll hit the gym hard as soon as I get this project out of the way.”

True, he was on his third pop and it was only ten in the morning, but that was the beauty of working for home; ice cream for breakfast. And lunch, and dinner, and midnight snack, judging from yesterday. His typing had slowed down, given his fingers were a bit thicker since the latest shipment of delights courtesy of Fudgepackers. He had to acknowledge that the delectable strawberry treats were hard to pass up, as the lolf bit into another as he settled into his chair. His laptop balanced atop his burgeoning belly, the great churning mass also a gift from all he’d been packing away. The white t-shirt he had forced on couldn’t even slide down the curve of his belly, leaving it on full display. It was only by luck his pants were holding over his hefty rump. Of course his chair groaned in protest under him, but the hybrid ignored it. No need to worry, just have another treat and keep working...