This is not my art, it was created by the awesome artist
kerjois who has unfortunately had to move on from FA
The stacked plates settle around a massive shifting mass of malleable flesh in the middle of the dining room. So much food was prepared for the Thanksgiving party, yet no one showed up. Perhaps you forgot to send out the invites? The hours tick by and still no one is around, you begin to realise they aren't gonna show up. The house is silent until you hear vapid panting and heavy steps bounding towards you, its your husky. She seems out of breath having ran down the hallway from a nap once the smell of unattended food woke her from her slumber. She is huge for a dog, her belly nearly grazing the floor while her fatty limbs are pushed outwards by her flanks, even her face is fat. She stares at you and then at the food. Her eyes pleading for the several-people's worth of food. You can't say no...
You begin putting each plate delicately on the floor, and each dish is scarfed down diligently by the hungry husky. She licks almost every plate clean at first, inhaling the tens of morsels you serve to her. Eventually she is so massive that she is lifted by her belly and immobilised, though she pleads for more food. Her bloated body quivers and wobbles with excitement when you shovel more and more food into her maw, after all there's so much, why let it go to waste.
Finally, you walk the last dish to your near room-filling pet and slide the Thanksgiving turkey down her gullet. She licks her jowls clean of grease and her tail wags. You step back to admire your work. Your husky lays on her expanded mattress of a belly, her limbs bloated with fat and splayed to the sides and more rolls of pillowy fat collecting on her neck, back and belly. She is enormous, monumental even. She begins to doze off from the meal, her body packed with so much food that she is tired from simply putting in the effort to eat it all. She pants slowly and eventually it transitions to a deep snore. She does look comfortable, after all, she is practically her own dog-bed at this point.
As you walk out the room you hear a knock at the front door accompanied by multiple voices. You got some explaining to do...
The stacked plates settle around a massive shifting mass of malleable flesh in the middle of the dining room. So much food was prepared for the Thanksgiving party, yet no one showed up. Perhaps you forgot to send out the invites? The hours tick by and still no one is around, you begin to realise they aren't gonna show up. The house is silent until you hear vapid panting and heavy steps bounding towards you, its your husky. She seems out of breath having ran down the hallway from a nap once the smell of unattended food woke her from her slumber. She is huge for a dog, her belly nearly grazing the floor while her fatty limbs are pushed outwards by her flanks, even her face is fat. She stares at you and then at the food. Her eyes pleading for the several-people's worth of food. You can't say no...
You begin putting each plate delicately on the floor, and each dish is scarfed down diligently by the hungry husky. She licks almost every plate clean at first, inhaling the tens of morsels you serve to her. Eventually she is so massive that she is lifted by her belly and immobilised, though she pleads for more food. Her bloated body quivers and wobbles with excitement when you shovel more and more food into her maw, after all there's so much, why let it go to waste.
Finally, you walk the last dish to your near room-filling pet and slide the Thanksgiving turkey down her gullet. She licks her jowls clean of grease and her tail wags. You step back to admire your work. Your husky lays on her expanded mattress of a belly, her limbs bloated with fat and splayed to the sides and more rolls of pillowy fat collecting on her neck, back and belly. She is enormous, monumental even. She begins to doze off from the meal, her body packed with so much food that she is tired from simply putting in the effort to eat it all. She pants slowly and eventually it transitions to a deep snore. She does look comfortable, after all, she is practically her own dog-bed at this point.
As you walk out the room you hear a knock at the front door accompanied by multiple voices. You got some explaining to do...
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Husky
Size 1919 x 1919px
File Size 3.19 MB
Slob alt description (difference bolded):
The stacked plates settle around a massive shifting mass of malleable flesh in the middle of the dining room. So much food was prepared for the Thanksgiving party, yet no one showed up. Perhaps you forgot to send out the invites? The hours tick by and still no one is around, you begin to realise they aren't gonna show up. The house is silent until you hear vapid panting and heavy steps bounding towards you, its your husky. She seems out of breath having ran down the hallway from a nap once the smell of unattended food woke her from her slumber. She is huge for a dog, her belly nearly grazing the floor while her fatty limbs are pushed outwards by her flanks, even her face is fat. She stares at you and then at the food. Her eyes pleading for the several-people's worth of food. You can't say no...
You begin putting each plate delicately on the floor, and each dish is scarfed down diligently by the hungry husky. She licks almost every plate clean at first, inhaling the tens of morsels you serve to her. Eventually she is so massive that she is lifted by her belly and immobilised, though she pleads for more food. Her bloated body quivers and wobbles with excitement when you shovel more and more food into her maw, after all there's so much, why let it go to waste. As you tilt the plates to her mouth, litres of wet grease end up on her belly-shelf, soaking into her white fur and staining it yellow and brown.
Finally, you walk the last dish to your near room-filling pet and slide the Thanksgiving turkey down her gullet. She licks her jowls, but the stained grease sticks to her fur. Her tail wags as she wheezes loudly, her front soaked in grease, gravy and oils. You step back to admire your work. Your husky lays on her expanded mattress of a belly, her limbs bloated with fat and splayed to the sides and more rolls of pillowy fat collecting on her neck, back and belly. She is enormous, monumental even. She begins to doze off from the meal, her body packed with so much food that she is tired from simply putting in the effort to eat it all. Her skin beneath runs pink with stiff fullness. She pants and wheezes slowly, slobbering over her tarnished coat and eventually her laboured breathing transitions to a deep snore. She does look comfortable, after all, she is practically her own dog-bed at this point.
As you walk out the room you hear a knock at the front door accompanied by multiple voices. You got some explaining to do...
(edit: fixed paragraph spacing)
The stacked plates settle around a massive shifting mass of malleable flesh in the middle of the dining room. So much food was prepared for the Thanksgiving party, yet no one showed up. Perhaps you forgot to send out the invites? The hours tick by and still no one is around, you begin to realise they aren't gonna show up. The house is silent until you hear vapid panting and heavy steps bounding towards you, its your husky. She seems out of breath having ran down the hallway from a nap once the smell of unattended food woke her from her slumber. She is huge for a dog, her belly nearly grazing the floor while her fatty limbs are pushed outwards by her flanks, even her face is fat. She stares at you and then at the food. Her eyes pleading for the several-people's worth of food. You can't say no...
You begin putting each plate delicately on the floor, and each dish is scarfed down diligently by the hungry husky. She licks almost every plate clean at first, inhaling the tens of morsels you serve to her. Eventually she is so massive that she is lifted by her belly and immobilised, though she pleads for more food. Her bloated body quivers and wobbles with excitement when you shovel more and more food into her maw, after all there's so much, why let it go to waste. As you tilt the plates to her mouth, litres of wet grease end up on her belly-shelf, soaking into her white fur and staining it yellow and brown.
Finally, you walk the last dish to your near room-filling pet and slide the Thanksgiving turkey down her gullet. She licks her jowls, but the stained grease sticks to her fur. Her tail wags as she wheezes loudly, her front soaked in grease, gravy and oils. You step back to admire your work. Your husky lays on her expanded mattress of a belly, her limbs bloated with fat and splayed to the sides and more rolls of pillowy fat collecting on her neck, back and belly. She is enormous, monumental even. She begins to doze off from the meal, her body packed with so much food that she is tired from simply putting in the effort to eat it all. Her skin beneath runs pink with stiff fullness. She pants and wheezes slowly, slobbering over her tarnished coat and eventually her laboured breathing transitions to a deep snore. She does look comfortable, after all, she is practically her own dog-bed at this point.
As you walk out the room you hear a knock at the front door accompanied by multiple voices. You got some explaining to do...
(edit: fixed paragraph spacing)
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