The light sound of glass tapping rang through the dining hall. The man at the head of the table slowly rose from his throne-like seat.

"A toast-" A thunderous voice begins to bellow out over the sea of chatter throughout a formal party, commanding the attention of all eyes in the room on one person; the host of the party. There stood an absolute mountain of a canine, dressed in the finest silks tailored to every inch of that blubbery frame, all perfectly snug on those doughy curves. A wide smile plastered across the male's multi-chinned muzzle and he continued his words, "-to all of you sitting before me. You all believed in me and my idea every step of my business venture. Not many would bet on the 'meathead jock', as many would have called me in my youth, that focused on football rather than my academics but you all did." Brett gestured to all before him, glancing towards his investors, his friends, and his family with a profound gratitude in his expression.

"You all saw something that most didn't, which I can never thank enough. Now, with a couple more decades under my belt since the day I set off on this journey, our products and brand have become a household name around the globe and now I look like I've never touched a football in my life, much less know what physical activity." The canine couldn't help but throw in a joke about his weight, much to the amusement of everyone around as the whale of a wolf emphasized just how much he's changed over the past years with a pat to his blubbery middle. "Joking aside, from the bottom of my heart, thank you once more. This feast isn't just to celebrate myself, but all of you too." Doing his best to give a bow, Brett bent over as much as he could, which wasn't far thanks to that floor-resting middle he sported. With his short speech over, the canine clapped his hands together. A flurry of waiters rushed in with carts, all piled high with food they quickly set on the table before them.

"Now, I'm sure you've all waited long enough! So, I'll cut this short! Let's feast!" Everyone let out a happy cheer as they raised their glasses high into the air, the whale of a wolf downing his champagne in one gulp before crashing down and piling his plate full of whatever was offered to him.

It feels wonderful to be on the top.

Thanks again to  Silver-Stag for the amazing job he did! I was obsessed with this one design of a suit he did forever ago and I NEEDED to see Brett in it. Decided to also age up the wolf a bit and make him into a DILF! Hope he looks good with a beard to you all!