It certainly wasn't unlike the werewolf to come back up to the buffet counter to request a dessert after his meal. Part of his job was clearing out extra food so they didn't have to throw any of it away. Waste not, want not and all that.
"I have another buffet I gotta hit for the night." The werewolf remarked, his pudgy cheeks puffing his face out to make him look like an inflated stuffed animal. "Though, I always ALWAYS love your cakes, chef! I was wondering if I could have one more before I head out?"
"But... you just cleared out the excess from the buffet." The chef was baffled. "And you still have another buffet to hit! You're already massive as it is!" The chef could see the tummy of the werewolf before him. Its large, creamy expanse had slowly gotten larger, and rounder over the months the werewolf had started working here. The shirt the werewolf usually wore had slowly ridden up the werewolf's stomach, first covering the majority of it, minus a bit of loose fat underneath to covering nothing below his bellybutton... and today, the werewolf had to take his shirt off because it had gotten too tight for him.
"How do you pack it all away, anyway?" The chef asked. "Is it some... werewolf magic?"
"Mutation." The werewolf chided indignantly. "Made my belly grow rather fast -- I just learned to accept it. It's become satisfying to feel it fill up and all, which is why I'd love some of your amazing cake!" His eyes lit up with a tilt of his chin, revealing the overly-adorable side of his canid features.
"Urk...." The chef looked away. "Alright, jeez! I'll get you more cake." The chef walked to the back and grabbed a few slices of the cake he had prepared. Taking it back to the werewolf, he could see the werewolf's tail was wagging. "So stop being so darn cute."
After the chef passed the cake to the werewolf, he put his apron off, walked around the counter and gave the werewolf a kiss on the cheek. "You know I can't resist a cute puppy."
The werewolf closed his eyes happily as he gave the chef a hug with one hand, squishing his belly into the chef as he did so.
"Though, I gotta clean up now, Sarge...."
The werewolf let go. "Oh, sorry. I'll be out soon." The werewolf turned around and walked off, leaving the chef to gawk at the corpulent werewolf.
"I have another buffet I gotta hit for the night." The werewolf remarked, his pudgy cheeks puffing his face out to make him look like an inflated stuffed animal. "Though, I always ALWAYS love your cakes, chef! I was wondering if I could have one more before I head out?"
"But... you just cleared out the excess from the buffet." The chef was baffled. "And you still have another buffet to hit! You're already massive as it is!" The chef could see the tummy of the werewolf before him. Its large, creamy expanse had slowly gotten larger, and rounder over the months the werewolf had started working here. The shirt the werewolf usually wore had slowly ridden up the werewolf's stomach, first covering the majority of it, minus a bit of loose fat underneath to covering nothing below his bellybutton... and today, the werewolf had to take his shirt off because it had gotten too tight for him.
"How do you pack it all away, anyway?" The chef asked. "Is it some... werewolf magic?"
"Mutation." The werewolf chided indignantly. "Made my belly grow rather fast -- I just learned to accept it. It's become satisfying to feel it fill up and all, which is why I'd love some of your amazing cake!" His eyes lit up with a tilt of his chin, revealing the overly-adorable side of his canid features.
"Urk...." The chef looked away. "Alright, jeez! I'll get you more cake." The chef walked to the back and grabbed a few slices of the cake he had prepared. Taking it back to the werewolf, he could see the werewolf's tail was wagging. "So stop being so darn cute."
After the chef passed the cake to the werewolf, he put his apron off, walked around the counter and gave the werewolf a kiss on the cheek. "You know I can't resist a cute puppy."
The werewolf closed his eyes happily as he gave the chef a hug with one hand, squishing his belly into the chef as he did so.
"Though, I gotta clean up now, Sarge...."
The werewolf let go. "Oh, sorry. I'll be out soon." The werewolf turned around and walked off, leaving the chef to gawk at the corpulent werewolf.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Gender Male
Size 1116 x 1280px
Hey pik if that was me you was making goo-goo eyes at you'd be shit outta luck
What a squishy fluffy bed that would make. *kneads, lifts and shakes it*
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