Raph didn’t expect Leo to take him so seriously, then again, he should have known that despite his bro’s boisterous personality, he was, above all else, quite stubborn. After Leo had decided to turn the lair into an action movie set and nearly blew up the halfpipe with pyrotechnics, Raph had told Leo he needed to “chill out and relax” with all the antics. Seemingly out of spite, Leo took his older bro’s words to heart and plopped himself down on the living room armchair.
“Well, I guess I’ll just exist here so I don’t “accidentally” interfere with y’alls precious space and lives.” Leo had sneered. “We’ll call it the LSZ, the Leo Safe Zone where I’ll just stay forever, effective immediately!”
“Good, I’m glad,” Raph retorted, his terse tone feeding into his bro’s tantrum. Leo had reclined on the armchair for the rest of the day, save for getting up to grab a few snacks as he simply watched TV and grumbled: angered-fueled leisure time. Mikey felt bad for his bro and joined him on the floor, but that did little to help the pouting face sprawled across Leo’s face. He was annoyed and, apparently, committed. When Raph woke up the next morning, he spotted Leo snoring in the armchair and simply rolled his eyes. He rolled them less the next morning when he found Leo still in the same spot. Then simply put a curious hand on his hips on the third day.
By the fourth day, Raph started to feel bad and tried to get Leo to move out of the armchair that must have been conforming to his bony body at this point. Raph invited Leo to join him and Mikey as they went to grab ice cream topside. Leo refused. Later that day, he told Leo they were all going for a skate around the city. Leo, once again, though after some hesitation, refused. It took all his willpower to suppress the urge to join in on the fun, but ultimately folded his arms and turned his head in a dramatic, dismissive fashion: he wasn’t going anywhere. He was still “chilling out.”
This stubborn self-exclusion seemed tough for the social turtle, as was staying on his rump for such extended periods. Frequent bouts of all-consuming antsy energy were met with anxious squirming, rapidly switching sitting positions as if he was part of a contortionist group, and tapping his foot on the footrest like a heavy metal bass drum; anything but getting up to stretch or walk around, simply for the principle of it.
As time passed, though, those bouts of untapped energy began to wane as he got used to his nearly perpetual reclined position: incidentally training his body to be more sedentary. Leo hardly noticed the shift, as the initial spite that had fueled his antics had dulled to a sense of chore for staying on his rump all the way down to simple passive activity: this is just what he did now. It became a habit. He had got used to just relaxing all day, watching TV from sun up to sun down, and simply kicking his feet up for not just the afternoon but from the start of one afternoon to the beginning of the next.
As one week turned to two, then four, then eight, Leo’s bros rarely saw him out of that loveseat. Leo didn’t even ask if they were going to visit April at the bowling alley or heading off to the comic book store, merely reveling in Mikey’s retelling of the adventures and thanking Raph for grabbing him the latest copy of StarMan: Imperial Takeover.
With Leo scantly moving from his rump, let alone exercising, it was less than surprising that the turtle’s frame began to embody his newfound lethargy, though that was further fueled by the seemingly endless pizza, snacks, and soda he consumed throughout the day: eating and snacking not because he was hungry but because it was something to do to help pass the time as he mindlessly watched television or gamed.
Gradually, the sharp contours of Leo’s jaw softened. His cheeks filled out before slightly puffing out the sides of his rounder head. A pouch of pudge began to dangle beneath his chin, one that jostled, stretched, and compressed into tight rolls as Leo incidentally twisted and moved his neck. His lithe torso began to stretch to the side, the concave slope down and in from his chest becoming less and less pronounced before switching directions entirely, his abdomen seemingly bloating to the sides like a balloon except it was far softer, meatier, and malleable: far more kinetic. Mikey was the first to notice the way that Leo’s sides seemed to pinch when he turned to see an approaching bro with the milkshake and fries he had ordered, the soft crease that steadily grew more pronounced. The flab almost seemed discordant with the rest of Leo’s lithe frame, that was until the rest of his body caught up.
A thick layer of pudge blanketed Leo’s limbs, dulling the bony features of his knees and elbows, softening his scrawny muscles, and broadening his shoulders, hips, and thighs. After a few months, Leo was looking downright plump, his stomach having pressed forward with accumulating layers of pudge first into a paunch, then a potbelly, and now a fully-fledged gut. While reclined, the soft mass, sloshed up towards Leo’s chest, merging with the softening moobs sprouting there as well as amplifying the emerging wheezing quality to Leo’s resting breath: the sound of a couch potato which Leo had become. He no longer felt the innate desire to get up and move, only to relax and snack. He had, down to his very core, chilled out and his body was showing as such.
While Raph was concerned that his bro had accidentally, yet seemingly purposefully, let himself go, Leo still laughed and joked just like he always did when Mikey joined him for a movie marathon, or when he gamed with his purple disaster twin. Leo was happy and content, and whether he was flabby or not, he was still one of the bros. He was still Raph’s brother: his big fat, lazy bro.
Another amazing ROTTMNT chunky screenshot edit by Oscarvanderhof that I wrote up a quick blurb for!
Hopefully will get to do more of these in the future!
“Well, I guess I’ll just exist here so I don’t “accidentally” interfere with y’alls precious space and lives.” Leo had sneered. “We’ll call it the LSZ, the Leo Safe Zone where I’ll just stay forever, effective immediately!”
“Good, I’m glad,” Raph retorted, his terse tone feeding into his bro’s tantrum. Leo had reclined on the armchair for the rest of the day, save for getting up to grab a few snacks as he simply watched TV and grumbled: angered-fueled leisure time. Mikey felt bad for his bro and joined him on the floor, but that did little to help the pouting face sprawled across Leo’s face. He was annoyed and, apparently, committed. When Raph woke up the next morning, he spotted Leo snoring in the armchair and simply rolled his eyes. He rolled them less the next morning when he found Leo still in the same spot. Then simply put a curious hand on his hips on the third day.
By the fourth day, Raph started to feel bad and tried to get Leo to move out of the armchair that must have been conforming to his bony body at this point. Raph invited Leo to join him and Mikey as they went to grab ice cream topside. Leo refused. Later that day, he told Leo they were all going for a skate around the city. Leo, once again, though after some hesitation, refused. It took all his willpower to suppress the urge to join in on the fun, but ultimately folded his arms and turned his head in a dramatic, dismissive fashion: he wasn’t going anywhere. He was still “chilling out.”
This stubborn self-exclusion seemed tough for the social turtle, as was staying on his rump for such extended periods. Frequent bouts of all-consuming antsy energy were met with anxious squirming, rapidly switching sitting positions as if he was part of a contortionist group, and tapping his foot on the footrest like a heavy metal bass drum; anything but getting up to stretch or walk around, simply for the principle of it.
As time passed, though, those bouts of untapped energy began to wane as he got used to his nearly perpetual reclined position: incidentally training his body to be more sedentary. Leo hardly noticed the shift, as the initial spite that had fueled his antics had dulled to a sense of chore for staying on his rump all the way down to simple passive activity: this is just what he did now. It became a habit. He had got used to just relaxing all day, watching TV from sun up to sun down, and simply kicking his feet up for not just the afternoon but from the start of one afternoon to the beginning of the next.
As one week turned to two, then four, then eight, Leo’s bros rarely saw him out of that loveseat. Leo didn’t even ask if they were going to visit April at the bowling alley or heading off to the comic book store, merely reveling in Mikey’s retelling of the adventures and thanking Raph for grabbing him the latest copy of StarMan: Imperial Takeover.
With Leo scantly moving from his rump, let alone exercising, it was less than surprising that the turtle’s frame began to embody his newfound lethargy, though that was further fueled by the seemingly endless pizza, snacks, and soda he consumed throughout the day: eating and snacking not because he was hungry but because it was something to do to help pass the time as he mindlessly watched television or gamed.
Gradually, the sharp contours of Leo’s jaw softened. His cheeks filled out before slightly puffing out the sides of his rounder head. A pouch of pudge began to dangle beneath his chin, one that jostled, stretched, and compressed into tight rolls as Leo incidentally twisted and moved his neck. His lithe torso began to stretch to the side, the concave slope down and in from his chest becoming less and less pronounced before switching directions entirely, his abdomen seemingly bloating to the sides like a balloon except it was far softer, meatier, and malleable: far more kinetic. Mikey was the first to notice the way that Leo’s sides seemed to pinch when he turned to see an approaching bro with the milkshake and fries he had ordered, the soft crease that steadily grew more pronounced. The flab almost seemed discordant with the rest of Leo’s lithe frame, that was until the rest of his body caught up.
A thick layer of pudge blanketed Leo’s limbs, dulling the bony features of his knees and elbows, softening his scrawny muscles, and broadening his shoulders, hips, and thighs. After a few months, Leo was looking downright plump, his stomach having pressed forward with accumulating layers of pudge first into a paunch, then a potbelly, and now a fully-fledged gut. While reclined, the soft mass, sloshed up towards Leo’s chest, merging with the softening moobs sprouting there as well as amplifying the emerging wheezing quality to Leo’s resting breath: the sound of a couch potato which Leo had become. He no longer felt the innate desire to get up and move, only to relax and snack. He had, down to his very core, chilled out and his body was showing as such.
While Raph was concerned that his bro had accidentally, yet seemingly purposefully, let himself go, Leo still laughed and joked just like he always did when Mikey joined him for a movie marathon, or when he gamed with his purple disaster twin. Leo was happy and content, and whether he was flabby or not, he was still one of the bros. He was still Raph’s brother: his big fat, lazy bro.
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Another amazing ROTTMNT chunky screenshot edit by Oscarvanderhof that I wrote up a quick blurb for!
Hopefully will get to do more of these in the future!
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Turtle / Tortoise
Gender Male
Size 1150 x 1280px
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