Check out These Guts - er, Guns!
“Man, check out these guts - er, guns!”
The tan-furred wolf’s original statement was far, far more fitting for his current state of affairs. You had known the fellow for quite some time, and while he’d been somewhat of a bodybuilder even since the early days, his latest bulk had gone above and beyond… And beyond, and beyond, and beyond.
While his muscles were certainly still impressive, you couldn’t help but notice the small traces of fat that clung eagerly to his once rippling muscles - and, of course, you couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room - his huge, rippling gut. The engorged mass of flesh and flab would be as big as an elephant at the rate he’s been going, and with an appetite to match a dragon, you were sure that the swollen showoff’s size was nearly limitless.
But, somehow, he still hardly noticed - even with all his gaining, he was in hapless, insistent denial, even with such painfully obvious gains. In but six months, he’d gone from six-pack to beer barrel - from salads to burger buffets - from water to triple-chunk milkshakes… And you were beyond delighted to have born witness to every sloshing, gurgling moment of it…
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A fun, fatty piece from a little while ago that I felt like revisiting for the story and sharing with you all - there’s really nothing like a musclehead turning into a musclegut, is there? The expression and pose turned out quite nice here, if I do say so myself - both serve very well to highlight his ignorance towards his indulgence...
The tan-furred wolf’s original statement was far, far more fitting for his current state of affairs. You had known the fellow for quite some time, and while he’d been somewhat of a bodybuilder even since the early days, his latest bulk had gone above and beyond… And beyond, and beyond, and beyond.
While his muscles were certainly still impressive, you couldn’t help but notice the small traces of fat that clung eagerly to his once rippling muscles - and, of course, you couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room - his huge, rippling gut. The engorged mass of flesh and flab would be as big as an elephant at the rate he’s been going, and with an appetite to match a dragon, you were sure that the swollen showoff’s size was nearly limitless.
But, somehow, he still hardly noticed - even with all his gaining, he was in hapless, insistent denial, even with such painfully obvious gains. In but six months, he’d gone from six-pack to beer barrel - from salads to burger buffets - from water to triple-chunk milkshakes… And you were beyond delighted to have born witness to every sloshing, gurgling moment of it…
—-
A fun, fatty piece from a little while ago that I felt like revisiting for the story and sharing with you all - there’s really nothing like a musclehead turning into a musclegut, is there? The expression and pose turned out quite nice here, if I do say so myself - both serve very well to highlight his ignorance towards his indulgence...
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Size 1622 x 2271px
File Size 3.44 MB
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