Antelope? More like Anti-diet!
The last few suds of foam lazily flowed into the drain, as the figure in the steamy room reached for the towel. It was a motion that although well rehearsed, it lately felt like more of a chore. It took a lot of balancing to extend the drying aid in such a cramped space, but he managed. He had considered the alternative of stepping out of the shower cubicle while still wet. But his roomate had emphatically opposed as he could not stand stepping into unexpected puddles, or having his tail drag all over the damp tiled floor.
So instead, Dennis tried his best to press his fur against the downy blue rectangle, starting atop, with his hair and horns, and gradually moving down. It was not a thorough process, That could be done later with the blowdryer. It was mostly to remove the drops that clung to his short tan fur. Those that were visible and those that hid underneath his rolls.
It had been a while since he had played the game of trying not to press agains the transluscent glass of the shower. Of course, the game had gotten to a difficulty level where he wasn't quite sure it was still winnable. Whenever his gut wasn't trying to engulf the faucet handle, his but would be creating to circular impressions in the condensed layer of water on the stall door. So instead he focused on trying to press the towel against his sprawling chest, his blubbery arms, and his thick neck folds.
He scoffed at the thought that once he would have been able to wrap his whole body in a towel like the one he held in his hands. He used to be diminutive. Nowadays, even when wrapping the cloth along its greates length, he had to hold the two ends together to keep it from falling to the ground. That was one option. The other was to tuck the ends underneath his beachball-sized gut, and let gravity do the holding. The drawback is that sudden or deliberate movements were out of the question because that would send it tumbling to the floor. And that might as well be a galaxy far far away as far as his weight was concerned. Reaching down to the floor was a skill that had been sacrificed in favour of being able to stuff six double cheeseburgers as a snack. A fair tradeoff.
Time to move on to the next step of his morning routine. Not because he was in a hurry, but rather because his legs were already getting tired of holding up 450 lbs of unrelentingly undulating ungulate. Besides the muscles burning, he could feel his legs still dripping. Hopefully, the bathroom mat would absorb most of that remaining water. His hooves clopped against the tiles a couple of times before he positioned himself completely eclipsing the comparatively tiny square of textile. It was almost a philosopical conundrum: "If the bathroom mat is placed underneath the dripping antelope, but said antelope cannot see over the horizon of his heft, does it still absorb the water?" Well he sure hoped so!
In order to speed up the process, Dennis stomped his legs against the matt. That hastened the pace at which the ddrops of water trickled down his fur, and caused a prodiguous amount of jiggling, which in turn, disloged some of the stray droplets that had been stubborn enough to hold on to the deep creases along his back and in between his love handles. More stomping was paired up with some belly admiration. He held the beige furry mass and lifted it, only to gently deposit in on the sink, where it molded to the shape of the porcelain and filled the concave basin. He sure had gotten big.
Placing his stomach against the sink helped settle his body, reducing the seismic tremors that still quivered his thighs and butt. He reached one last time patting everything with the towel before hanging it in the rack nearby. Now it was time for the fine stuff...
Or so he thought.
That is when he realized that his clothes were gone. For a split second he tought for a moment that he had mindlessly forgotten to bring them into the bathroom. But of course he had clearly selected his lucky shirt and a pair of new 5XL shorts. And they were not there. This was no supernatural occurence nor evidence of the multiverse. This was called Living with Elliot.
The prankster squirrel has a few hobies: eating, of course, skating, for sure, going to the arcade and destrying the records of children in Prance Prance Revolution, despite his weight. But by far the activity that he never grew tired of was playing practical jokes on the unsuspecting antelope. And they ranged from changing the content of the milk carton with heavy cream, to waking up with messages written in permanent metalic marker on his horns. And this was his new way of tormenting him: sneaking into the bathroom and taking out his clothes so that Dennis had to chase him down while holding the undersized towel.
That squirrel was going to pay the consequences.
For now, the low-speed chase had just begun:
"ELLIOT!! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!!"
Context! Last week I went to the local Zoology Museum, where they have a bunch of taxidermied animals in display. I love to go. It is very informative and you get to see all kinds of animals that would be otherwise nearly impossible to watch up close. And one of the dioramas had an antelope standing upright in its hind legs, reaching with his front legs to the fronds of a tree, eating the leaves straight from the tall branches. That of course reminded me of fattydragonite 's OC, Dennis the antelope.
Now you must now that, like most underutilized and underrepresented species, I love antelopes. What can I say? I root for the underdogs. Or rather the un(der)gulates? Hahaha! And one thing lead to another, it was all fun and jokes, until things got out of hand, and I ended up doing a before-and-after deal for my ex-jock-turned-eating-machine.
Anyway, if you want to see more Dennis related content, check out these links:
Dennis © FattyDragonite
Artwork © yours truly, dragontzin
So instead, Dennis tried his best to press his fur against the downy blue rectangle, starting atop, with his hair and horns, and gradually moving down. It was not a thorough process, That could be done later with the blowdryer. It was mostly to remove the drops that clung to his short tan fur. Those that were visible and those that hid underneath his rolls.
It had been a while since he had played the game of trying not to press agains the transluscent glass of the shower. Of course, the game had gotten to a difficulty level where he wasn't quite sure it was still winnable. Whenever his gut wasn't trying to engulf the faucet handle, his but would be creating to circular impressions in the condensed layer of water on the stall door. So instead he focused on trying to press the towel against his sprawling chest, his blubbery arms, and his thick neck folds.
He scoffed at the thought that once he would have been able to wrap his whole body in a towel like the one he held in his hands. He used to be diminutive. Nowadays, even when wrapping the cloth along its greates length, he had to hold the two ends together to keep it from falling to the ground. That was one option. The other was to tuck the ends underneath his beachball-sized gut, and let gravity do the holding. The drawback is that sudden or deliberate movements were out of the question because that would send it tumbling to the floor. And that might as well be a galaxy far far away as far as his weight was concerned. Reaching down to the floor was a skill that had been sacrificed in favour of being able to stuff six double cheeseburgers as a snack. A fair tradeoff.
Time to move on to the next step of his morning routine. Not because he was in a hurry, but rather because his legs were already getting tired of holding up 450 lbs of unrelentingly undulating ungulate. Besides the muscles burning, he could feel his legs still dripping. Hopefully, the bathroom mat would absorb most of that remaining water. His hooves clopped against the tiles a couple of times before he positioned himself completely eclipsing the comparatively tiny square of textile. It was almost a philosopical conundrum: "If the bathroom mat is placed underneath the dripping antelope, but said antelope cannot see over the horizon of his heft, does it still absorb the water?" Well he sure hoped so!
In order to speed up the process, Dennis stomped his legs against the matt. That hastened the pace at which the ddrops of water trickled down his fur, and caused a prodiguous amount of jiggling, which in turn, disloged some of the stray droplets that had been stubborn enough to hold on to the deep creases along his back and in between his love handles. More stomping was paired up with some belly admiration. He held the beige furry mass and lifted it, only to gently deposit in on the sink, where it molded to the shape of the porcelain and filled the concave basin. He sure had gotten big.
Placing his stomach against the sink helped settle his body, reducing the seismic tremors that still quivered his thighs and butt. He reached one last time patting everything with the towel before hanging it in the rack nearby. Now it was time for the fine stuff...
Or so he thought.
That is when he realized that his clothes were gone. For a split second he tought for a moment that he had mindlessly forgotten to bring them into the bathroom. But of course he had clearly selected his lucky shirt and a pair of new 5XL shorts. And they were not there. This was no supernatural occurence nor evidence of the multiverse. This was called Living with Elliot.
The prankster squirrel has a few hobies: eating, of course, skating, for sure, going to the arcade and destrying the records of children in Prance Prance Revolution, despite his weight. But by far the activity that he never grew tired of was playing practical jokes on the unsuspecting antelope. And they ranged from changing the content of the milk carton with heavy cream, to waking up with messages written in permanent metalic marker on his horns. And this was his new way of tormenting him: sneaking into the bathroom and taking out his clothes so that Dennis had to chase him down while holding the undersized towel.
That squirrel was going to pay the consequences.
For now, the low-speed chase had just begun:
"ELLIOT!! WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!!"
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Context! Last week I went to the local Zoology Museum, where they have a bunch of taxidermied animals in display. I love to go. It is very informative and you get to see all kinds of animals that would be otherwise nearly impossible to watch up close. And one of the dioramas had an antelope standing upright in its hind legs, reaching with his front legs to the fronds of a tree, eating the leaves straight from the tall branches. That of course reminded me of fattydragonite 's OC, Dennis the antelope.
Now you must now that, like most underutilized and underrepresented species, I love antelopes. What can I say? I root for the underdogs. Or rather the un(der)gulates? Hahaha! And one thing lead to another, it was all fun and jokes, until things got out of hand, and I ended up doing a before-and-after deal for my ex-jock-turned-eating-machine.
Anyway, if you want to see more Dennis related content, check out these links:
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Dennis © FattyDragonite
Artwork © yours truly, dragontzin
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Antelope
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1142px
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