Drew felt a snarl creep onto his face as he stared at the obese werewolf in front of him. Their wry grin and complacent eyes only made Drew want to snap back. "I've heard a lot about you, Fluffmaster."
"Yeah?" The werewolf remarked as he looked downward... toward's Drew's midriff. "Turns out, you're not alone in that front. I'VE heard a lot about me, too. Some people make CRAZY stories!"
Drew's eyes narrowed. "You've got some nerve, y'know... fattening people up so they have to spend months... maybe even years... working off all the blubber you put on them!"
"Sounds like you're speaking from experience?" Fluffmaster let out a long puff of air. Drew wasn't sure what the werewolf was doing, but he swore something had just happened.... He felt a bit heavier. It wasn't the weight of responsibility, nor a sudden downdraft of air. His heart sank as he looked down to see a large, expansive sea of flab attached to his gut. Looking back up at Fluffmaster, he saw the man was holding a brush with orange paint on it. In his other hand was a palette with the same splatter of color on it.
"W-what did you do?! You didn't even use a camera!" Drew panicked, looking down at his gut again. It was still there, but now there was a large splatter of orange on it. He only intended to look at it briefly, so he looked back up at Fluffmaster... but realizing something was off, he looked back down at his gut again. Instead of just a splatter of orange, there was a bunch of yellow, too and a small bit of green. "Wha- wha... DID YOU PAINT A PUMPKIN ON ME?"
Drew looked back up to see that Fluffmaster, sporting a pumpkin-colored belly of his own, was holding a thumb out to Drew, squaring up the gator's new physique. "Only temporarily, Drew... the investigator." Fluffmaster nodded and put away his brush before looking at Drew with an unnervingly sweet smile. "Though, to be honest, I can name a few friends of yours that think you look good with a bit of extra pudge on your gut -- I'm just doing them a favor. Now, do you prefer your picture taken with digital or film?"
"M-my... my friends?!" Drew asked, trying to heft up his own belly. "You fattened me up... AGAIN... just to paint a pumpkin on my belly?! I demand you fix this at once!"
Fluffmaster sighed. Drew could've sworn, at that moment, he saw a camera flash, but he didn't see any camera taken out. When the moment finished, Drew felt the belly he was hefting up had increased in weight drastically. "I mean, I can fix it..." Fluffmaster smirked. "Though, that big gut of yours may make washing the paint off take a good hour or two."
Drew huffed. "Oh... so you can get rid of this gut in an hour or two? You'd do that for me?"
Fluffmaster cocked an eyebrow. "What? I said it'd take two hours to get rid of the paint. Your gut's pretty big, so it'd take longer than if you were a more 'in-shape' person!"
"I AM IN SHAPE!" Drew gestured angrily. "You just fattened me up... again!"
"I mean, I ain't gonna argue with you, Drew the investigator who's been trying to tail me for months now. If you wanted to be round so much, you only needed to ask." Fluffmaster huffed, placing his hands on his hips.
Drew blushed. "You... you knew? How did you know?! I've made sure to be very discrete!"
Fluffmaster winked at Drew. "Where's the fun in giving away secrets? Besides, I thought you were wanting to investigate Fluffmaster!"
"Yes." Drew's eyes narrowed. "I intend to."
"Good, and I'll play along!" Fluffmaster teased. "Though, I must say, it's rare someone comes back for a second fattening. It's like you're begging for it!"
Drew opened his mouth to say something but then realized that he may have dug himself a hole. Squinting his eyes shut, he gritted his teeth. "That's not what I meant, Fluffmaster!"
"Then what did you mean?" Fluffmaster asked.
Drew opened his eyes, jolting his head up to stare Fluffmaster in the eyes, "What I meant wa-"
Fluffmaster was gone.
Drew felt his nerves getting the better of him. "W-where did you go?! Fluffmaster?" Drew took a step forward and felt the heft of his new belly weigh down on his legs. "FLUFFMASTER! YOU STILL NEED TO FIX THIS!"
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lockjaw-totoknight volunteered his usually-not-fat gator, Drew, to have his belly painted. I couldn't resist! SO, here's a little story about Drew and his second encounter with Fluffmaster.
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Drew © lockjaw-totoknight
Fluffmaster/Sarge © pikminpedia Me
"Yeah?" The werewolf remarked as he looked downward... toward's Drew's midriff. "Turns out, you're not alone in that front. I'VE heard a lot about me, too. Some people make CRAZY stories!"
Drew's eyes narrowed. "You've got some nerve, y'know... fattening people up so they have to spend months... maybe even years... working off all the blubber you put on them!"
"Sounds like you're speaking from experience?" Fluffmaster let out a long puff of air. Drew wasn't sure what the werewolf was doing, but he swore something had just happened.... He felt a bit heavier. It wasn't the weight of responsibility, nor a sudden downdraft of air. His heart sank as he looked down to see a large, expansive sea of flab attached to his gut. Looking back up at Fluffmaster, he saw the man was holding a brush with orange paint on it. In his other hand was a palette with the same splatter of color on it.
"W-what did you do?! You didn't even use a camera!" Drew panicked, looking down at his gut again. It was still there, but now there was a large splatter of orange on it. He only intended to look at it briefly, so he looked back up at Fluffmaster... but realizing something was off, he looked back down at his gut again. Instead of just a splatter of orange, there was a bunch of yellow, too and a small bit of green. "Wha- wha... DID YOU PAINT A PUMPKIN ON ME?"
Drew looked back up to see that Fluffmaster, sporting a pumpkin-colored belly of his own, was holding a thumb out to Drew, squaring up the gator's new physique. "Only temporarily, Drew... the investigator." Fluffmaster nodded and put away his brush before looking at Drew with an unnervingly sweet smile. "Though, to be honest, I can name a few friends of yours that think you look good with a bit of extra pudge on your gut -- I'm just doing them a favor. Now, do you prefer your picture taken with digital or film?"
"M-my... my friends?!" Drew asked, trying to heft up his own belly. "You fattened me up... AGAIN... just to paint a pumpkin on my belly?! I demand you fix this at once!"
Fluffmaster sighed. Drew could've sworn, at that moment, he saw a camera flash, but he didn't see any camera taken out. When the moment finished, Drew felt the belly he was hefting up had increased in weight drastically. "I mean, I can fix it..." Fluffmaster smirked. "Though, that big gut of yours may make washing the paint off take a good hour or two."
Drew huffed. "Oh... so you can get rid of this gut in an hour or two? You'd do that for me?"
Fluffmaster cocked an eyebrow. "What? I said it'd take two hours to get rid of the paint. Your gut's pretty big, so it'd take longer than if you were a more 'in-shape' person!"
"I AM IN SHAPE!" Drew gestured angrily. "You just fattened me up... again!"
"I mean, I ain't gonna argue with you, Drew the investigator who's been trying to tail me for months now. If you wanted to be round so much, you only needed to ask." Fluffmaster huffed, placing his hands on his hips.
Drew blushed. "You... you knew? How did you know?! I've made sure to be very discrete!"
Fluffmaster winked at Drew. "Where's the fun in giving away secrets? Besides, I thought you were wanting to investigate Fluffmaster!"
"Yes." Drew's eyes narrowed. "I intend to."
"Good, and I'll play along!" Fluffmaster teased. "Though, I must say, it's rare someone comes back for a second fattening. It's like you're begging for it!"
Drew opened his mouth to say something but then realized that he may have dug himself a hole. Squinting his eyes shut, he gritted his teeth. "That's not what I meant, Fluffmaster!"
"Then what did you mean?" Fluffmaster asked.
Drew opened his eyes, jolting his head up to stare Fluffmaster in the eyes, "What I meant wa-"
Fluffmaster was gone.
Drew felt his nerves getting the better of him. "W-where did you go?! Fluffmaster?" Drew took a step forward and felt the heft of his new belly weigh down on his legs. "FLUFFMASTER! YOU STILL NEED TO FIX THIS!"
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lockjaw-totoknight volunteered his usually-not-fat gator, Drew, to have his belly painted. I couldn't resist! SO, here's a little story about Drew and his second encounter with Fluffmaster.
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Drew © lockjaw-totoknight
Fluffmaster/Sarge © pikminpedia Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Alligator / Crocodile
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 969px
I wonder how many more times he's gonna fall for it. XD
Yup!
I wonder how he loses weight so quickly again too. Oh well! Means he can get fattened up again much sooner. XD
I wonder how he loses weight so quickly again too. Oh well! Means he can get fattened up again much sooner. XD
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