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A good workout required dedication and focus, two things that Hund was seriously lacking today. As his belly rumbled obnoxiously loud in the lat pulldown machine, Hund added more and more weight to the stack hoping that the clanking metal could drown out the noise. Instead, all it did was bring the attention of two people he wanted to avoid.
“Hey, Hund! Trying to hit a new PR?” a golden retriever said. The jacked golden retriever wore a black tank top that appeared to be a stringer only because of how broad and thick his shoulders and chest were. Accompanying the yellow dog was a blue dog much scrawnier in size yet equally energetic. “Dawkins and I were just passing by and wanted to see how you are doing.” The golden retriever concluded. Dawkins stared over at Hund, seemingly in admiration at his build, especially his pillowy stomach.
“Not now, Ty,” Hund said gruffly to the retriever.
“Hund, the gym only just opened. What’s wrong? Slept on the wrong side of the bed?” Ty asked half-earnestly. Hund’s belly growled out so loudly Ty thought it was coming from Hund’s mouth.
“Jeez, I thought you were the type to remember breakfast,” Ty said. “You know it’s….”
“The most important meal of the day. Yeah, I gotcha.” Hund said in annoyance completing a line he has heard from Ty and others so often.
“Wow, didn’t even let me finish. This must be serious!” Ty said, growing in genuine concern. “Are you on some type of new diet?”
“No,” Hund responded bluntly.
“Then do you want to pick up a snack with me? I’m also looking to try to eat more too….”
“No,” Hund responded again. Hund’s belly let out another growl, obviously disagreeing.
“If you don’t want to eat even though it sounds like you really do, can you at least tell me why?” Ty asked.
“Tanu,” Hund responded.
“That doesn’t sound like her. Usually, she is encouraging you to eat more.” Ty said, confused.
“Yeah, but she put me on this stupid bet that I can’t quit on,” Hund said, now switching his aggravation to another target.
“Pfft, don’t tell me you are on No Nut November,” Ty said in disdain. Hund’s silence made the golden retriever worried. “Wait, are you seriously not able to get your nut fix for this whole month?”
Hund couldn’t believe he had to talk about this now, but with Ty, the conversation could go anywhere. “I can nut whenever I want to!” He defended loudly, causing some onlookers to turn their heads in their direction. Ty just stared back at Hund in disgust.
“Ew!, Hund, you can’t be talking about nutting like this in public! Especially with my client!” Ty said, gesturing to Dawkins, who was surprisingly still held a cheery smile despite the talking point going on. “I meant you can’t eat nuts for this whole month. I know how much you love peanut butter.”
Hund couldn’t tell if Ty was genuinely naïve to NNN or playing some elaborate joke. Either way, he held back on smacking him only because he was his friend. Once Ty settled himself, he continued his interrogation.
“What is it then? No Nola November?” Hund tried to continue his pulldowns in peace. “No Nugget November?” No response. “No, Nilla November?” No response. Ty listed off several more food terms that started with “N” and earned himself more silent remarks. Even Dawkins tried to pitch in ideas that barely helped. At the end of his list, Ty blurted out his last guess.
“No Nom November?!” Ty asked. Hund stopped his exercise and began cleaning up.
“Wait a minute! You seriously are on that NNN?” Ty asked, astounded. Hund closed his eyes for a long time, not wishing to respond but his immediacy to leave was loud and clear.
“Wow, that is tough, buddy,” Ty said. “Didn’t think you had it in ya.”
“I didn’t want to do it; Tanu was the one who put me on this stupid diet. Thinks I’m eating too many people.” Hund sputtered.
Dawkins, who had been remarkably patient throughout this whole conversation, spoke up. “Wait, what’s No Nom November?”
“I can’t eat for November,” Hund said bluntly. Dawkins stared over at Hund in pity, but Ty corrected him.
“I don’t think Tanu is THAT extreme,” Ty said.
“You’ve seen her,” Hund responded, causing Ty to concede with a nod.
“Still, I’m guessing she meant you can’t eat people who ignore you, right?” Ty said. "To be fair, you do take the idea of 'eating your problems away' to the extreme..." Ty added earning him a dirty glance from the already irritable husky.
“She also put a limit to how much food I can eat,” Hund added with an extra grump.
“Poor Hund, you want to eat me?” Dawkins interjected. “I hate to see you hungry like this.”
“What part of ‘I can’t eat people’ do you not understand?!” Hund yelled out angrily.
“Well, some people’s definition of food is inclusive.” Dawkins countered in a murmur. “If you don’t want me as a snack, at least let me help you feel better for today.”
“Dawkins, what are you doing?” Ty asked, worried for Dawkins’s safety as he stepped closer to Hund at the lat pulldown machine. Hund, meanwhile, tried to ignore the chipper blue hound as best he could. Unfortunately, there was a limit to how much Hund could block Dawkins out.
“Let me put a smile on that face of yours,” Dawkins said as he stuck his fingers into the sides of Hund’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, I cleaned these paws beforehand.”
Hund felt the creases of his frown lift into a smile as Dawkins tried to force happiness upon him. “See, whenever I feel down, I just try to smile. Smiles create more smiles.” Dawkins said with a chipper grin. Meanwhile, Hund felt a vein in his forehead pop as he tried to keep himself from slurping in Dawkin’s hands like a piece of Kool-Aid spaghetti.
Ty seemed to notice Hund’s growing temptation as Dawkins continued chanting his philosophies of cheer. With every second Dawkin’s hands remained in Hund’s mouth, Hund’s belly growled louder and louder while his eyes burned hotter and hotter. Just as it seemed that the flare in Hund’s eyes grew too hot, Ty pulled back Dawkins from Hund’s jaws. Hund licked the sides of his cheeks, savoring the taste of Dawkin’s conditioned fur.
“Don’t worry, Hund! I’ll help you through this month.” Dawkins yelled as Ty whisked him away to another corner of the gym. Hund groaned to himself and continued his workout. This was going to be a long month…
I wanted to post something like this closer to the beginning of the month but better late than never! Unfortunately for Hund, this month will be the bad kind of fast. I'll be trying to post the 'nonbelly' related pieces in my collection throughout the rest of the month to help those doing the actual NNN. Thanks again to
ArkisThaSkunk for helping set the stage for the rest of this month's uploads and for 
liger626 for volunteering Dawkins to play the dangerous job of 'testing Hund's self-discipline.'
“Hey, Hund! Trying to hit a new PR?” a golden retriever said. The jacked golden retriever wore a black tank top that appeared to be a stringer only because of how broad and thick his shoulders and chest were. Accompanying the yellow dog was a blue dog much scrawnier in size yet equally energetic. “Dawkins and I were just passing by and wanted to see how you are doing.” The golden retriever concluded. Dawkins stared over at Hund, seemingly in admiration at his build, especially his pillowy stomach.
“Not now, Ty,” Hund said gruffly to the retriever.
“Hund, the gym only just opened. What’s wrong? Slept on the wrong side of the bed?” Ty asked half-earnestly. Hund’s belly growled out so loudly Ty thought it was coming from Hund’s mouth.
“Jeez, I thought you were the type to remember breakfast,” Ty said. “You know it’s….”
“The most important meal of the day. Yeah, I gotcha.” Hund said in annoyance completing a line he has heard from Ty and others so often.
“Wow, didn’t even let me finish. This must be serious!” Ty said, growing in genuine concern. “Are you on some type of new diet?”
“No,” Hund responded bluntly.
“Then do you want to pick up a snack with me? I’m also looking to try to eat more too….”
“No,” Hund responded again. Hund’s belly let out another growl, obviously disagreeing.
“If you don’t want to eat even though it sounds like you really do, can you at least tell me why?” Ty asked.
“Tanu,” Hund responded.
“That doesn’t sound like her. Usually, she is encouraging you to eat more.” Ty said, confused.
“Yeah, but she put me on this stupid bet that I can’t quit on,” Hund said, now switching his aggravation to another target.
“Pfft, don’t tell me you are on No Nut November,” Ty said in disdain. Hund’s silence made the golden retriever worried. “Wait, are you seriously not able to get your nut fix for this whole month?”
Hund couldn’t believe he had to talk about this now, but with Ty, the conversation could go anywhere. “I can nut whenever I want to!” He defended loudly, causing some onlookers to turn their heads in their direction. Ty just stared back at Hund in disgust.
“Ew!, Hund, you can’t be talking about nutting like this in public! Especially with my client!” Ty said, gesturing to Dawkins, who was surprisingly still held a cheery smile despite the talking point going on. “I meant you can’t eat nuts for this whole month. I know how much you love peanut butter.”
Hund couldn’t tell if Ty was genuinely naïve to NNN or playing some elaborate joke. Either way, he held back on smacking him only because he was his friend. Once Ty settled himself, he continued his interrogation.
“What is it then? No Nola November?” Hund tried to continue his pulldowns in peace. “No Nugget November?” No response. “No, Nilla November?” No response. Ty listed off several more food terms that started with “N” and earned himself more silent remarks. Even Dawkins tried to pitch in ideas that barely helped. At the end of his list, Ty blurted out his last guess.
“No Nom November?!” Ty asked. Hund stopped his exercise and began cleaning up.
“Wait a minute! You seriously are on that NNN?” Ty asked, astounded. Hund closed his eyes for a long time, not wishing to respond but his immediacy to leave was loud and clear.
“Wow, that is tough, buddy,” Ty said. “Didn’t think you had it in ya.”
“I didn’t want to do it; Tanu was the one who put me on this stupid diet. Thinks I’m eating too many people.” Hund sputtered.
Dawkins, who had been remarkably patient throughout this whole conversation, spoke up. “Wait, what’s No Nom November?”
“I can’t eat for November,” Hund said bluntly. Dawkins stared over at Hund in pity, but Ty corrected him.
“I don’t think Tanu is THAT extreme,” Ty said.
“You’ve seen her,” Hund responded, causing Ty to concede with a nod.
“Still, I’m guessing she meant you can’t eat people who ignore you, right?” Ty said. "To be fair, you do take the idea of 'eating your problems away' to the extreme..." Ty added earning him a dirty glance from the already irritable husky.
“She also put a limit to how much food I can eat,” Hund added with an extra grump.
“Poor Hund, you want to eat me?” Dawkins interjected. “I hate to see you hungry like this.”
“What part of ‘I can’t eat people’ do you not understand?!” Hund yelled out angrily.
“Well, some people’s definition of food is inclusive.” Dawkins countered in a murmur. “If you don’t want me as a snack, at least let me help you feel better for today.”
“Dawkins, what are you doing?” Ty asked, worried for Dawkins’s safety as he stepped closer to Hund at the lat pulldown machine. Hund, meanwhile, tried to ignore the chipper blue hound as best he could. Unfortunately, there was a limit to how much Hund could block Dawkins out.
“Let me put a smile on that face of yours,” Dawkins said as he stuck his fingers into the sides of Hund’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, I cleaned these paws beforehand.”
Hund felt the creases of his frown lift into a smile as Dawkins tried to force happiness upon him. “See, whenever I feel down, I just try to smile. Smiles create more smiles.” Dawkins said with a chipper grin. Meanwhile, Hund felt a vein in his forehead pop as he tried to keep himself from slurping in Dawkin’s hands like a piece of Kool-Aid spaghetti.
Ty seemed to notice Hund’s growing temptation as Dawkins continued chanting his philosophies of cheer. With every second Dawkin’s hands remained in Hund’s mouth, Hund’s belly growled louder and louder while his eyes burned hotter and hotter. Just as it seemed that the flare in Hund’s eyes grew too hot, Ty pulled back Dawkins from Hund’s jaws. Hund licked the sides of his cheeks, savoring the taste of Dawkin’s conditioned fur.
“Don’t worry, Hund! I’ll help you through this month.” Dawkins yelled as Ty whisked him away to another corner of the gym. Hund groaned to himself and continued his workout. This was going to be a long month…
I wanted to post something like this closer to the beginning of the month but better late than never! Unfortunately for Hund, this month will be the bad kind of fast. I'll be trying to post the 'nonbelly' related pieces in my collection throughout the rest of the month to help those doing the actual NNN. Thanks again to
ArkisThaSkunk for helping set the stage for the rest of this month's uploads and for 
liger626 for volunteering Dawkins to play the dangerous job of 'testing Hund's self-discipline.'
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Husky
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Eheheh, this will be an idea for Randel for full on Taunting !
“Ha ! A toast to No nom November, yeah glut !”
Randel later on chugs a gallon of soda, only to toss Hund angrily.
“Na na na nom ! You’re not allowed to eat pray it’s no Nom member yeah dumb mutt !”
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Just some silly idea of Randel celebrating like crazy. But I kinda like this idea .
“Ha ! A toast to No nom November, yeah glut !”
Randel later on chugs a gallon of soda, only to toss Hund angrily.
“Na na na nom ! You’re not allowed to eat pray it’s no Nom member yeah dumb mutt !”
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Just some silly idea of Randel celebrating like crazy. But I kinda like this idea .
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