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Mr. Wolf wondered, for a moment, of what could have been.
He sat here at yet another party hosted at his fabulous home, eating yet another plate of hors d'oeuvres and enjoying life to the fullest, as he saw things at least. The way he lived now was much the same as he'd always lived ever since his team had hit the jackpot years ago now, finally scoring the big one in a robbery that was somehow both legendary in the criminal underworld and yet impossible to pin on him or any of his four companions. The perfect crime, in all respects.
The score was so ludicrously big that none of them need worry about money for a good long while, if ever again, and so the entire crew had entered an early retirement, able to live a life of ease. Not for the first time however, as he lounged about in comfort, Mr. Wolf pondered just how quickly everything could have turned out wrong.
Somebody could have made a mistake, he could have botched the job himself. Then he and his gang of thieves could have once more been stuck in a series of petty heists, treading water with one job after another. Even if they could have found another huge score, the payoff could easily have been far less worth it than they'd hoped, as had happened so many times. But would that really have been so bad?
Mr. Wolf knew one thing, at least: He probably would have at least stayed much thinner. He still wasn't sure what to think of his hefty size. At times, he found himself frustrated at carrying so much weight around, panting just from waddling from one side of his sprawling estate to the other. He really didn't care for the rate at which he needed to expand his wardrobe either simply to keep up with his expanding waistline. Even now he couldn't properly button his suit jacket and his doughy belly was even starting to sag out from beneath the shirt he wore beneath that.
Another meatball was popped into his hungry maw, the wolf purring softly to himself as he drew the pick that had held it through his clenched teeth. Setting the plate down, empty aside from the bare toothpicks now littering it, he began licking sauce from his plump fingers, savoring not only the taste, but the decadence of it all. Despite the irritation he felt with the problems his growing size brought, he often caught himself enjoying the feeling of being so soft, being so large. He was the Big, Bad Wolf, after all, wasn't he? So what if he'd just bought these clothes last week? So what if the fact that he still wore the same outfits as when he was slim made him look like a flabby parody of himself? There was still a feeling of power in that size. In a way, it was an embodiment of his success.
Even so, Mr. Wolf sighed. He felt a pang of nostalgia for those days where the crew had struggled, when they had actually taken risks and went on heists instead of only getting together for yet another spontaneous celebration. He wondered if they would ever do something more meaningful again, if they would be willing to deal with those risks just to satisfy that longing, just so he could feel less like somebody he'd used to steal from and more like an honest thief again...
Mr. Wolf frowned and shook his head, rubbing the exposed tan fur of his bloated stomach as it gurgled. Now wasn't the time for such melancholy thoughts. Instead he would enjoy himself, and push such considerations for another time, just as he always had...
As soon as the trailer for this movie hit, I saw a ton of fanart of this dude, yet not much art putting actual tons on him. Probably one of my quicker pieces of art I managed to get done, though the concept is a bit simplistic overall.
https://twitter.com/LoupInfinite/st.....407831043?s=20
Deviant Art Link:
https://www.deviantart.com/infinite.....-Big-901698052
Mr. Wolf wondered, for a moment, of what could have been.
He sat here at yet another party hosted at his fabulous home, eating yet another plate of hors d'oeuvres and enjoying life to the fullest, as he saw things at least. The way he lived now was much the same as he'd always lived ever since his team had hit the jackpot years ago now, finally scoring the big one in a robbery that was somehow both legendary in the criminal underworld and yet impossible to pin on him or any of his four companions. The perfect crime, in all respects.
The score was so ludicrously big that none of them need worry about money for a good long while, if ever again, and so the entire crew had entered an early retirement, able to live a life of ease. Not for the first time however, as he lounged about in comfort, Mr. Wolf pondered just how quickly everything could have turned out wrong.
Somebody could have made a mistake, he could have botched the job himself. Then he and his gang of thieves could have once more been stuck in a series of petty heists, treading water with one job after another. Even if they could have found another huge score, the payoff could easily have been far less worth it than they'd hoped, as had happened so many times. But would that really have been so bad?
Mr. Wolf knew one thing, at least: He probably would have at least stayed much thinner. He still wasn't sure what to think of his hefty size. At times, he found himself frustrated at carrying so much weight around, panting just from waddling from one side of his sprawling estate to the other. He really didn't care for the rate at which he needed to expand his wardrobe either simply to keep up with his expanding waistline. Even now he couldn't properly button his suit jacket and his doughy belly was even starting to sag out from beneath the shirt he wore beneath that.
Another meatball was popped into his hungry maw, the wolf purring softly to himself as he drew the pick that had held it through his clenched teeth. Setting the plate down, empty aside from the bare toothpicks now littering it, he began licking sauce from his plump fingers, savoring not only the taste, but the decadence of it all. Despite the irritation he felt with the problems his growing size brought, he often caught himself enjoying the feeling of being so soft, being so large. He was the Big, Bad Wolf, after all, wasn't he? So what if he'd just bought these clothes last week? So what if the fact that he still wore the same outfits as when he was slim made him look like a flabby parody of himself? There was still a feeling of power in that size. In a way, it was an embodiment of his success.
Even so, Mr. Wolf sighed. He felt a pang of nostalgia for those days where the crew had struggled, when they had actually taken risks and went on heists instead of only getting together for yet another spontaneous celebration. He wondered if they would ever do something more meaningful again, if they would be willing to deal with those risks just to satisfy that longing, just so he could feel less like somebody he'd used to steal from and more like an honest thief again...
Mr. Wolf frowned and shook his head, rubbing the exposed tan fur of his bloated stomach as it gurgled. Now wasn't the time for such melancholy thoughts. Instead he would enjoy himself, and push such considerations for another time, just as he always had...
As soon as the trailer for this movie hit, I saw a ton of fanart of this dude, yet not much art putting actual tons on him. Probably one of my quicker pieces of art I managed to get done, though the concept is a bit simplistic overall.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Size 853 x 1280px
File Size 165.1 kB
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