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So this is a new written YCH of mine, and the second I've done. This one is of a more personal nature, as it's a YCH where the winner gets to have fun playing with the tubby incarnation of my sona, as seen in various situations here:
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32076317/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22245384/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22038031/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21663604/
What happens next is up to the winner, so be sure you have very solid ideas in mind before you bid, as the more imagination you have, the more story you'll be able to get for your bid.
You are free to decide whatever crazy thing could happen between your character of choice and Tubby, with some exceptions. There is to be absolutely no:
*Scat
*Piss
*Diaper Stuff
*Hard Vore (either him or YCH)
*Abuse (physical/mental)
Other than that, the sky's the limit on the crazy little odyssey you can conceive with the poor fatty. But be sure you know what you want before you bid, that's very important.
SB: $5
Each additional bid: $5
Final Bid: $50-$100 (depending on activity)
The YCH ends July 20th before midnight, so in the meantime enjoy the start of the story.
It was unusually quiet in Club Phi Derr, as many customers and employees watched over from the booths towards the small stage set up on the dance floor, where the club’s owner stood. A strange man, he wore a short crimson jacket with curled tails over his black button-up shirt. This attire was matched with his black skinny pants to really show off his thin legs and shiny shoes. His head bobbed to some unheard beat, his small top hat jauntily bouncing on the side of his head. And as he bobbed he cleaned his thick round sunglasses with a cloth delicately grasped in his pure white gloves. The man taped his foot while standing next to him and looking rather nervous was an enormous fat komodo dragon in naught but a bow-tie and neck cuff, and a speedo heinously stretched tightly around his thick hips, voluminous posterior, and noticeably bulge.
Tubby, as he’s often referred to, is quite nervous this night. The reason being is- “Well folks, it’s so nice to see so many faces both new and familiar here this evening” the owner spoke up over his microphone, ever-so-rudely drowning out the narration.
The man traipsed around the small stage, and flashed an impossibly white smile. “So with all this anticipation building, I dare say it’s time for this extra special fundraiser raffle, whose proceeds will go to Timothy in booth nine so he can get a better outfit” the owner quipped, much to raucous laughter. “Ha ha, ooooh my yes. Well, roasts aside, these proceeds will go to the local homeless shelter to help keep the poor and hungry in warmth. Quite ironic, in hindsight given what we do here. But I digress. Now I must say my heart has been warmed by all the generous donations put forth in buying tickets, but I suppose you don’t want to hear me rambling, since y’all wanna know what the prize is don’t ya?” the man called out, to many calls.
“Well then, how about we let the prize speak for himself? Now please my dear and valued employee N, please tell these fine people what they could win?”
Stepping forward and holding onto the microphone, the obese komodo stared out to the expecting faces, and he immediately became sweaty. “Umm, he-hello everyone. I umm, I’m he-here to tell yo-you all that third prize has a couple winners, and they wi-win free drinks for a month. Second, uhh prize also ha=has a couple winners, and they win free drinks for a year. And first prize is umm, well” he stammered, blushing. “You uhh, get to spend one entire night, all expenses paid with me in the backroom” he announced, his face shining crimson.
There were several loud cheers and whoops circulating, yet somehow they didn’t make Tubby feel any more confident. “So umm, m-my boss will now pull out the raffle box, and, and I will pick the winners” he concluded.
The box in question looked like it could fit a washing machine inside, and was quite full to bursting with tickets. The lizard’s fat piggies wiggled nervously as he plunged in and pulled out a ticket. “So umm, th-the first prize ticket is number four-hundred and four. I-is there a four-hundred and fo-four around?” he asked.
“Right here” called out [Your Character Here].
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/32076317/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22245384/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/22038031/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/21663604/
What happens next is up to the winner, so be sure you have very solid ideas in mind before you bid, as the more imagination you have, the more story you'll be able to get for your bid.
You are free to decide whatever crazy thing could happen between your character of choice and Tubby, with some exceptions. There is to be absolutely no:
*Scat
*Piss
*Diaper Stuff
*Hard Vore (either him or YCH)
*Abuse (physical/mental)
Other than that, the sky's the limit on the crazy little odyssey you can conceive with the poor fatty. But be sure you know what you want before you bid, that's very important.
SB: $5
Each additional bid: $5
Final Bid: $50-$100 (depending on activity)
The YCH ends July 20th before midnight, so in the meantime enjoy the start of the story.
It was unusually quiet in Club Phi Derr, as many customers and employees watched over from the booths towards the small stage set up on the dance floor, where the club’s owner stood. A strange man, he wore a short crimson jacket with curled tails over his black button-up shirt. This attire was matched with his black skinny pants to really show off his thin legs and shiny shoes. His head bobbed to some unheard beat, his small top hat jauntily bouncing on the side of his head. And as he bobbed he cleaned his thick round sunglasses with a cloth delicately grasped in his pure white gloves. The man taped his foot while standing next to him and looking rather nervous was an enormous fat komodo dragon in naught but a bow-tie and neck cuff, and a speedo heinously stretched tightly around his thick hips, voluminous posterior, and noticeably bulge.
Tubby, as he’s often referred to, is quite nervous this night. The reason being is- “Well folks, it’s so nice to see so many faces both new and familiar here this evening” the owner spoke up over his microphone, ever-so-rudely drowning out the narration.
The man traipsed around the small stage, and flashed an impossibly white smile. “So with all this anticipation building, I dare say it’s time for this extra special fundraiser raffle, whose proceeds will go to Timothy in booth nine so he can get a better outfit” the owner quipped, much to raucous laughter. “Ha ha, ooooh my yes. Well, roasts aside, these proceeds will go to the local homeless shelter to help keep the poor and hungry in warmth. Quite ironic, in hindsight given what we do here. But I digress. Now I must say my heart has been warmed by all the generous donations put forth in buying tickets, but I suppose you don’t want to hear me rambling, since y’all wanna know what the prize is don’t ya?” the man called out, to many calls.
“Well then, how about we let the prize speak for himself? Now please my dear and valued employee N, please tell these fine people what they could win?”
Stepping forward and holding onto the microphone, the obese komodo stared out to the expecting faces, and he immediately became sweaty. “Umm, he-hello everyone. I umm, I’m he-here to tell yo-you all that third prize has a couple winners, and they wi-win free drinks for a month. Second, uhh prize also ha=has a couple winners, and they win free drinks for a year. And first prize is umm, well” he stammered, blushing. “You uhh, get to spend one entire night, all expenses paid with me in the backroom” he announced, his face shining crimson.
There were several loud cheers and whoops circulating, yet somehow they didn’t make Tubby feel any more confident. “So umm, m-my boss will now pull out the raffle box, and, and I will pick the winners” he concluded.
The box in question looked like it could fit a washing machine inside, and was quite full to bursting with tickets. The lizard’s fat piggies wiggled nervously as he plunged in and pulled out a ticket. “So umm, th-the first prize ticket is number four-hundred and four. I-is there a four-hundred and fo-four around?” he asked.
“Right here” called out [Your Character Here].
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