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Fluffmaster's Bodyshape Sodas part 5
“I think it’d be good to ask him while he’s here, Chomby – a neutral perspective!” Sarge whispered through the headphones.
Chomby rolled his eyes. “But he’ll just say exactly what I told you, Sarge! No changes need to be made, isn’t it-”
“Talking to Sarge?” Xenon asked. The alien was currently standing in the doorway. He had decided to come visit Sarge and Chomby while his work was a bit slow.
“Huh? Oh, yeah… He’s just telling me to get your opinion on something that he thinks is debatable, but it really isn’t.”
“Okay, well shoot,” Xenon said. The alien briskly walked over to the couch and sat down. “Though, I gotta tell you, if it’s an opinion on the ‘fat’ stuff, I need to reclarify that it’s not my cup of tea.” Xenon shrugged. “I get you and Sarge enjoy the ‘softness’, so I’d say to trust your gut on anything belly-related. You’d know better than me, after all.”
“Well, about that,” Chomby cleared his throat and held up a photo. He tried reaching it out to Xenon but found he needed to heft his belly up a bit with his free hand to take a few steps forward. After a great deal of effort, he only made it a foot toward the couch. Xenon decided to stand up and grab the photo from him.
“Sarge is saying that I need to take a new ‘photo’ that looks more like me. Yet, this is exactly me! I remember even doing the pose with the mic and everything!” Chomby folded his arms and huffed.
Xenon squinted his eyes and looked between the photo and Chomby. Xenon’s expression was unreadable, like usual. It probably didn’t help that he had no mouth to convey a smile or a frown. After several seconds, he took a deep breath. “Okay, so, you’re wanting me to say if you need a new picture of yourself for autograph signing?”
Chomby nodded.
Xenon looked back down at the photo. “I know you’re not the skinniest of guys, Chomby. That part’s clear. You’ve never really seemed like a ‘skinny’ kinda guy to me. But maybe you should… uh… reevaluate the photo you use for your autographs?” Xenon scratched the back of his head. “If this is what you’re selling at your concerts, it almost feels like you’re catfishing… in a way.”
“Seriously, you too?” Chomby scowled. “The heck do you even mean by ‘catfishing’? I took those pictures FIVE months ago – it even costed me a pretty penny!” Chomby tried to stamp his foot in annoyance, but he felt his belly slide underneath his foot when he lifted it, causing him to lose balance and fall forward. He ended up rolling a bit and had to flail his arms to right himself back up.
He caught Xenon’s gaze. The alien was speechless.
“Are you implying I’m too fat to match my photos?” Chomby asked.
Xenon sighed and narrowed his eyes. “You’re LITERALLY too fat to even walk through a doorway anymore.” Xenon walked over to Chomby and poked his belly. “Chomby, there’s nothing ‘implied’ about that.”
Chomby huffed and folded his arms. “Sarge said the same thing.”
“I hate to imagine,” Xenon rolled his eyes. “Does… your fatness spread whenever someone wears you?”
“No, it just stays with whoever puts me on.” Chomby raised a brow. “Why?”
“And… how did you manage to put on all this weight in five months?” Xenon asked.
“Sarge made a body-shape soda thing that changes your bodyshape.” Chomby gestured to the end table near the couch. There was an empty bottle on it.
Xenon picked up the bottle and read it aloud. “When you just want you or a friend to just have their bodyshape changed? Drink one of these and it’ll last for a week?” Xenon pinched the bridge of his nose again. “Okay, yeah, that adds up. Though, it’s only a week, right? Just wait and you’ll be back to your ‘photogenic’ self?”
“Well, about that,” Chomby said. “It only works if I drank one. I think I had around eighty total? They tasted good, and I really liked feeling my belly touch the ground and-”
Xenon held a hand up, stopping Chomby’s thoughts. “So your body, which is also Sarge’s body, is now so big that you literally ROLLED when you tripped… and you’re questioning if you need to change your photo?”
Chomby was unsure what to say, so he twiddled his thumbs together.
Xenon took a deep breath and passed the photo back. “I don’t see you losing that belly anytime soon, big guy, so best just get a new photo for now.”
Chomby rolled his eyes. “But he’ll just say exactly what I told you, Sarge! No changes need to be made, isn’t it-”
“Talking to Sarge?” Xenon asked. The alien was currently standing in the doorway. He had decided to come visit Sarge and Chomby while his work was a bit slow.
“Huh? Oh, yeah… He’s just telling me to get your opinion on something that he thinks is debatable, but it really isn’t.”
“Okay, well shoot,” Xenon said. The alien briskly walked over to the couch and sat down. “Though, I gotta tell you, if it’s an opinion on the ‘fat’ stuff, I need to reclarify that it’s not my cup of tea.” Xenon shrugged. “I get you and Sarge enjoy the ‘softness’, so I’d say to trust your gut on anything belly-related. You’d know better than me, after all.”
“Well, about that,” Chomby cleared his throat and held up a photo. He tried reaching it out to Xenon but found he needed to heft his belly up a bit with his free hand to take a few steps forward. After a great deal of effort, he only made it a foot toward the couch. Xenon decided to stand up and grab the photo from him.
“Sarge is saying that I need to take a new ‘photo’ that looks more like me. Yet, this is exactly me! I remember even doing the pose with the mic and everything!” Chomby folded his arms and huffed.
Xenon squinted his eyes and looked between the photo and Chomby. Xenon’s expression was unreadable, like usual. It probably didn’t help that he had no mouth to convey a smile or a frown. After several seconds, he took a deep breath. “Okay, so, you’re wanting me to say if you need a new picture of yourself for autograph signing?”
Chomby nodded.
Xenon looked back down at the photo. “I know you’re not the skinniest of guys, Chomby. That part’s clear. You’ve never really seemed like a ‘skinny’ kinda guy to me. But maybe you should… uh… reevaluate the photo you use for your autographs?” Xenon scratched the back of his head. “If this is what you’re selling at your concerts, it almost feels like you’re catfishing… in a way.”
“Seriously, you too?” Chomby scowled. “The heck do you even mean by ‘catfishing’? I took those pictures FIVE months ago – it even costed me a pretty penny!” Chomby tried to stamp his foot in annoyance, but he felt his belly slide underneath his foot when he lifted it, causing him to lose balance and fall forward. He ended up rolling a bit and had to flail his arms to right himself back up.
He caught Xenon’s gaze. The alien was speechless.
“Are you implying I’m too fat to match my photos?” Chomby asked.
Xenon sighed and narrowed his eyes. “You’re LITERALLY too fat to even walk through a doorway anymore.” Xenon walked over to Chomby and poked his belly. “Chomby, there’s nothing ‘implied’ about that.”
Chomby huffed and folded his arms. “Sarge said the same thing.”
“I hate to imagine,” Xenon rolled his eyes. “Does… your fatness spread whenever someone wears you?”
“No, it just stays with whoever puts me on.” Chomby raised a brow. “Why?”
“And… how did you manage to put on all this weight in five months?” Xenon asked.
“Sarge made a body-shape soda thing that changes your bodyshape.” Chomby gestured to the end table near the couch. There was an empty bottle on it.
Xenon picked up the bottle and read it aloud. “When you just want you or a friend to just have their bodyshape changed? Drink one of these and it’ll last for a week?” Xenon pinched the bridge of his nose again. “Okay, yeah, that adds up. Though, it’s only a week, right? Just wait and you’ll be back to your ‘photogenic’ self?”
“Well, about that,” Chomby said. “It only works if I drank one. I think I had around eighty total? They tasted good, and I really liked feeling my belly touch the ground and-”
Xenon held a hand up, stopping Chomby’s thoughts. “So your body, which is also Sarge’s body, is now so big that you literally ROLLED when you tripped… and you’re questioning if you need to change your photo?”
Chomby was unsure what to say, so he twiddled his thumbs together.
Xenon took a deep breath and passed the photo back. “I don’t see you losing that belly anytime soon, big guy, so best just get a new photo for now.”
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
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Size 1937 x 1902px
File Size 2.65 MB
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