OverIndulging

Story, Commissions
With a snort, Arthur awoke for the morning. The Golden retriever had been pulled from a rather indulgent dream, one that had seen him surfing rivers of cola while on a board made of potato chips. It wasn’t often the canine had such dreams, but when he did… He tended just to let them linger in his mind. Another sniff to the morning air further stirred the canid, his brain starting to wake up even as the dream continued to stay at the forefront of his mind. He could almost still taste the trees he had eaten with little effort, smell the sugary ground beneath his paws, even hear the light whistle of the taffy birds which had populated the forest he had been in. Arthur couldn’t bring himself to…
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Snow Day

Story
"What do you mean, I have to just let the snow fall?" Daemon frowned, seemingly talking to himself on the sidewalk. The hooved demon's frown deepened as he paused for a moment, his paws flying up into the air in exasperation as he heard the answer to his question from somewhere in the ether. He had just wanted to have a little fun, or rather a lot of it, and yet that was being denied. He could have formed icy snowballs, added some hail in with the snow to pelt those who had misbehaved during the year, or some other nastiness in the snow to punished those whom his master had deemed worth his time. Of course, though, the oft-predictable denial of his request had come through, and that left…
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Food Court

Story, Commissions
Kane was just grateful that the aprons work gave out were long. His pants had failed to be done up that morning, again, and the obese liger was forced to just make do with a belt encircling his impressive girth to keep the straining fabric up from the ground. His shirt was also doing a woefully inadequate job at covering up his midsection, a broad band of exposed tan fur encircling nearly four inches of his middle. He had put in the request for a larger uniform over a week ago, when the band had first been pointed out by one of his coworkers, but of course corporate just shot down the request and told him to try again next week; something about requesting too many uniforms per quarter. Kane…
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Letting Loose

Story, Commissions
Pushing open the door to the restaurant, Spikes couldn’t help but wonder if he was in the wrong place. He had been told by a friend to stop by this particular restaurant, The Stuffed Antler, but he wasn’t quite sure why. Sure, that friend had been a bit on the heavier side… But he was an absolute twig compared to what the naga saw as he slithered through the doorway and into the eatery. Whereas he was in such shape that bodybuilding looked to be his career, everyone else in the building seemed to have their sights set on competitive eating or competitive sitting in some cases. Bellies were all, and from a brief scan around the room, he did mean all, sagging over belts and buttons. Shirts were riding…
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Additive

Story, Commissions
Spikes was a little curious as to what Sasuke had wanted him for. The naga didn’t quite understand what his obscenely obese friend could want, as the pair had seen each other just a few days prior and spent the day… Doing what they always did. Of course, this had been a few days before, but the two didn’t see each other, usually for months at a time. Such a soon meet up after the previous one was a little suspect, and it was no surprise that the naga was on his guard as he slithered up on the warehouse where Sasuke had, quite specifically, asked to meet. The draolf was quite clearly up to something, but Spikes wasn’t sure just what it was yet as his frame writhed and…
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