"Just a... few... more... feet..."
Marrel thought visiting his old postage truck would take him down memory lane. But getting to that point seemed to be a lot harder than he imagined!
Commission for Marrel, who also wrote a fun little story with this piece!
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Marrel © & Story:
Maz © & Artwork:
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Tight Fit
“You two dorks got yourselves into this mess, so my help stops here! Let’s see you dweebs do it without me,” Vorax taunted, leering at his brother Mazaku before pushing the shorter dragon back. Maz bounced against Marrel’s wall of belly fat, blushing and looking at his feet.
“C-come on, Vorax, that doesn’t make any sense! Please help us get him in?”
The green, two-tone dragon pouted up at his much taller brother, but his tan sibling was unimpressed. “Hey, he’s the one who asked me to feed him! I only did it as a favor since the blob’s YOUR friend, Maz! See? More your fault by association! So get to it, push him in!”
Maz turned to look up over the curve of belly fat, over the twin hills of chest blubber, at the bashful face of his friend. Marrel gave another groan as the sides of the metal door frame dug into his lovehandles. The husky gave a reassuring smile, though everyone knew he was nervous.
“Ugh,” Vorax sighed, clapping his hand over his eyes and turning away. “Fine, so pathetic… I’ll go get a tub of butter or something. Gotta grease this guy up. If you haven’t gotten this whale at least a few inches deeper into the truck when I get back, one of you is EATING the butter instead!”
Stalking away toward the nearby pickup truck, Vorax was soon gone. Maz, relaxing, felt a drop of sweat roll down his head through his signature curly hair.
“Uh, o-ok, um,” he attempted to start, but went quiet again. Marrel, despite himself, chuckled.
“Guess I really HAVE outgrown this old job, huh?”
Years ago, before he resembled the world’s largest beanbag chair, Marrel had worked for Tubs, a company that delivered bulk orders in signature biodegradable totes. The trucks he drove seemed so big back then, with a walk-through back section and a huge bay door in the rear.
The name of the company was more of a joke at Marrel’s expense, these days. With the help of a few friends and the involvement of Vorax, not to mention his own focused (and gluttonous) efforts, Marrel was now a massive mound of mostly immobile mutt. When he heard Vorax had connections and could reserve an empty truck for him, Marrel just HAD to see how much of the cargo space he now filled with his fat.
“We didn’t think this through,” he admitted quietly, remembering how confident he had been he could fit through the bay door. Clearly, as he sat with his mountainous rear in the truck and his belly sagging over the bumper, he had been wrong.
Maz rubbed his hands together and turned around, bracing his back and arms against Marrel, sinking into the belly fat as he tried in vain to shove Marrel deeper into the truck.
Marrel thought visiting his old postage truck would take him down memory lane. But getting to that point seemed to be a lot harder than he imagined!
Commission for Marrel, who also wrote a fun little story with this piece!
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Marrel © & Story:
Maz © & Artwork:
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Tight Fit
“You two dorks got yourselves into this mess, so my help stops here! Let’s see you dweebs do it without me,” Vorax taunted, leering at his brother Mazaku before pushing the shorter dragon back. Maz bounced against Marrel’s wall of belly fat, blushing and looking at his feet.
“C-come on, Vorax, that doesn’t make any sense! Please help us get him in?”
The green, two-tone dragon pouted up at his much taller brother, but his tan sibling was unimpressed. “Hey, he’s the one who asked me to feed him! I only did it as a favor since the blob’s YOUR friend, Maz! See? More your fault by association! So get to it, push him in!”
Maz turned to look up over the curve of belly fat, over the twin hills of chest blubber, at the bashful face of his friend. Marrel gave another groan as the sides of the metal door frame dug into his lovehandles. The husky gave a reassuring smile, though everyone knew he was nervous.
“Ugh,” Vorax sighed, clapping his hand over his eyes and turning away. “Fine, so pathetic… I’ll go get a tub of butter or something. Gotta grease this guy up. If you haven’t gotten this whale at least a few inches deeper into the truck when I get back, one of you is EATING the butter instead!”
Stalking away toward the nearby pickup truck, Vorax was soon gone. Maz, relaxing, felt a drop of sweat roll down his head through his signature curly hair.
“Uh, o-ok, um,” he attempted to start, but went quiet again. Marrel, despite himself, chuckled.
“Guess I really HAVE outgrown this old job, huh?”
Years ago, before he resembled the world’s largest beanbag chair, Marrel had worked for Tubs, a company that delivered bulk orders in signature biodegradable totes. The trucks he drove seemed so big back then, with a walk-through back section and a huge bay door in the rear.
The name of the company was more of a joke at Marrel’s expense, these days. With the help of a few friends and the involvement of Vorax, not to mention his own focused (and gluttonous) efforts, Marrel was now a massive mound of mostly immobile mutt. When he heard Vorax had connections and could reserve an empty truck for him, Marrel just HAD to see how much of the cargo space he now filled with his fat.
“We didn’t think this through,” he admitted quietly, remembering how confident he had been he could fit through the bay door. Clearly, as he sat with his mountainous rear in the truck and his belly sagging over the bumper, he had been wrong.
Maz rubbed his hands together and turned around, bracing his back and arms against Marrel, sinking into the belly fat as he tried in vain to shove Marrel deeper into the truck.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Multiple characters
Size 1280 x 896px
Tubs dot com has since been sued for false advertising, with some claiming their workers are FAR from fast, mobile, or reliable~
I think that is just you tubs. I don't believe all retired workers are quite your size~ >:)
Gotta get a truck with a ramp and the low step-in height if you're going to abuse flat-rate freight shipping!
The thing is, getting him in there isn't even the hard part. Closing the door is. l3
*Cracks my knuckles and picks up a large portion of Marrel’s belly* I got you bros if that lazy brother of yours isn’t going to help Maz then I will. Ready..? Push!!! *Pushes Marrel a few more inches in*
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Mffff! Thanks for the help Rel! Lets hope this is enough to get him in!
I wonder if the truck is even able to drive with this cute fatty in it hehe
Mind if I help out? *Helps push Marrel in*
(This looks really good! Nice job!)
(This looks really good! Nice job!)
Man, them Grumman LLVs got a heck of a towing capacity!
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