All good people let s gather round, for a night of fun and folly is abound. Triumphantfireworks fillthe air, the sound of mirth fills the square. Yea for 2015 nears its end, so let sembrace 2016 hand-in-hand with friend. The due date s December31st,and we ll see youthere. The party s at Six Flags USA, in Hometown Square.
With 2015 nearing its end, a spirited New Year s Eveparty was planned to welcome 2016and the next season of Looney Tunes. Over the course of the day, the normally openHometown Square had been transformed from tranquil plainness to a ballroom beneath thestars. Spotlights lit the area, illuminating all of those who gather for this special party. Anytoon who was a toon was seated at a table, as were those who weren t. Seated between theluminaries Pep Le Pew and Sylvester the Cat was a rather excited (and stocky) young manwith blonde hair, named Vaughn. Dressed to the nines in a fancy white dress shirt, this young man was positively bouncing in his seat with giddiness. Having been working for theLooney Tunes for the past few months, this fine fellow had ingratiated himself with themquite rapidly. So much so that they had requested he work for them again once their nextseason began, much to his delight. The only way things were even better was that he was infact sitting next to Pep , one such toon who inspired more than just respect, if the subtleglances Vaughn gave him were any indication.
A loud tapping sound diverted his attention to the main table, which seated the great BugsBunny, Daffy Duck, and their on-screen girlfriends Lola and Tina. Bugs was dressed in afanciful white tuxedo, with an orange tie to complete his ensemble. A Slurpee cup was heldneatly in his hand, as were they in the hands of everyone present. Because they werecelebrating at Six Flags, it somehow felt more pragmatic (and cheaper) to use the availableSlurpee machines and other various soda products for refreshments. The chattering crowdwent silent as all eyes fell on the (technical) leader of the Looney Tunes. With their attentionin the palm of his gloved hands, Bugs savoured the quiet for a brief moment. Well folks,here we are at the end of another successful year, if I do say so myself. We ve attractedplenty of customers to the park, and the TV show is growing in popularity. We ve done pretty well, so on behalf of myself, I say thanks to all ofyou for working so hard, and let s try our best to-
What he had planned to say next was lost thanks to Daffy clearing his throat unnecessarilyloudly, clearly implying that he wanted to speak. Bugs rolled his eyes as he addressed theDuck. You have something you want to say, Daffy? he uttered dryly.
Clearing his throat again as he rose, Daffy shot a biting look to his co-host . Why yesth, Ido actually, Bugsth. Even though you ve eaten up all the wordsthIwanted to sthay Daffycaustically remarked, a hand pressed to his ebony tuxedo jacket. Raising his Slurpee cuphigh, no one but Lola shared his gesture with any sincerity. Barring all that junk the Rabbitwas rambling on about, I wanna sthay thanksth to all the little people who helped make melook good thisth year. I know it sth not an easthy job, but you did adequately enough in myhumble opinion the Duck boasted egotistically, earning some irked looks from his audience .
Bugs groaned quietly to himself, rubbing his temples before just sweeping his entire face. Thank you, Daffy, for your humblespeech Bugs remarked, the corners of his mouthtwitching into a sneer.
A few murmurs agreed with him. What a load of hot air Sylvester mutteredto his throat, all grandeur was lost as the Rabbit s stance slackened. Welp, Happy New Years folks. The Make-Your-Own-Funnel Cakesundae bar is open, so go nuts he sighed warily, and sat back down while taking a large swig of his drink.
That wasthn t very grand Daffy pointed out as he sat down.
Before he could respond, Bugs guts rumbled loudly, and he unleashed a fantastic belch. UUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP! scuse me he mumbled modestly, before putting on his gamefirst. Well Daffy, neither was you putting your ego before everything else, although givenhow it s the size of the sun, it s no surprise you think everything revolves around you thetoon Rabbit muttered bitterly, another stray belch escaping his lips.
Oh ho ho, Bugsth; the world doesth revolve around me Daffy smirked as he went to get asundae.
What a fathead Bugs sighed, before following said fathead in earnest of a funnel cake sundae.
The multitude of stands were buzzing with employees, as well as extra help that was hired-on to meet the demand. The strangest thing was that all of the hired help wore the same setof glasses, and had the same moustaches. It was truly bizarre, and clearly not suspicious in any ways, but I digress. Vaughn was waiting eagerly in line to get his sundae made, and hehad the giddy joy of being sandwiched by Foghorn Leghorn and Pep . Well, more like a half-sandwich, as the petit Skunk only made it up to his waist. But the Rooster, he was just as tallas the young man, and quite portly to boot. The poor humie swallowed hard, a warm sweatblotching his face as he tried to not get too aroused by the plump bird s belly pressing itselfagainst his back, rubbing his rear with a little too much gusto. He was afraid that any morefriction would increase the surface area of his lower angle, and it would be quite the faux pas for his right angle to connect with the Skunk s hypotenuse. I have NO idea why I m usingmathematics to describe this, it just feels apt for some reason. Ah say, this line is takin afrightful long time to get movin Foghorn complained loudly, his words only muffled by aquick drink of his raspberry Slurpee.
The Rooster s body trembled from the slight chill running through him, forcing more of hisgirth onto Vaughn. Oh god his tummy was so soft, must keep in control, must keep incontrol. Ah say ah say, this Slurpee is mightyrefreshin Foghorn proclaimed, takinganother hefty swig.
With a triumphant gurgle, a powerful ball of gas forced its way out of the Rooster s stomachand up his throat. With cheeks bulging, all Foghorn could do was open wide. UUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP!
The force of his expulsion pushed Vaughn forward, knocking himself into Pep . Bon dieu! the Skunk cried out in shock as he was knocked to the ground.
Oh, oh dear, oh god Vaughn whimpered as he helped the toon up.
Now whoisresponsible for ? Oh, Vaughn, you were ze one who knocked me down? Pep questioned.
Yeah, b-but it was an accident Vaughn stuttered nervously.
The Skunk s probing eye looked him over, and to the human s relief he smiled. Well, noharm no foul, except maybe for ze Rooster s manners he laughed, despite giving Foghornthe stink-eye.
Hey, now,ahsay hey now, better out than in is what my papa used to tell me Foghornlaughed as the two got back in line. And to just prove his point, he belched loudly again,though it was thankfully not as raucous as his previous expulsion.
I ll say Vaughn thought with a nervous blush on his face.
Zatisdisgusting, at least excuse yourself Pep grimaced, before turning his attention backto the front of the queue, although something appeared to be on his mind. He gave an idleturn of his head, his dainty poof straddling his brow as he eyed Vaughn. I must say Vaughn,you have been quite helpful zes past few months he remarked.
R-really? Vaughn stammered with an excited grin.
Oh oui mon ami, Pep answered with a warm smile, and a handgently placed onVaughn s inner thigh, we toons have found you quitehelpful indeed. You always seem toknow what we want, before we ourselves zink about wantingit. It s a fine quality to have inour helpers he added thoughtfully.
Ahsay he speaketh the truth my friend Foghorn agreed, placing a friendly hand onVaughn s shoulder. We all consider you as trusty as a sheriff s badge. If we didn t, why,wewouldn t have asked ya to come back at all he said with a chuckle.
Vaughn laughed nervously, his face turning cherry red from both the praise and the fact thatthe target of his affection was an inch away from touching his junk. It means a lot to metohear you both say that he chuckled gratefully.
Ahsay, if you re so grateful boy, how s about swappin places with me? Foghorn suggested.
Not on your life Vaughn grinned.
Darn Foghorn pouted, arms neatlyfolded over his chest.
Armed with sundae, Bugs and Daffy had a quiet moment to themselves once Lola and Tinawent off to talk with some female toons. Idly playing with their meals, a cloud ofawkwardness hung over them. It had been an exceptionally long time since there had beenalone together in a social setting, and Bugs knew full-well that he was sitting next to a socialatomic bomb. So, I noticed you were the one in charge of seating arrangementsthis year Bugs remarked.
Yep, after you got to lasth year, I went and complained to the top dogsth Daffy replied. You made a fewinterestingchoices Bugscommented idly, his spoon cleaving through cake and cream.
Yep Daffy replied with a self-serving smile, his sundae starting to resemble a Picasso incolour and texture.
I found itveryinteresting that you sat Foghorn, Barnyard Dawg, and Wile E. together at the same table. Any reason why? Bugs inquired, knowing full-well why.
Well, a sthelf-absorbed er, gesthundheit Daffy mumbled, mistaking his friend s suddencough at the mentioning of self-absorbed with a sneeze. As I wasth sthaying, a sthelf-absorbed, egotisthtical Coyote next to a pair of Sthoutherners. That s the sthort ofentertainment you d need the Gold Package for Daffy smirked.
Ugh, don t remind me of that episode Bugs shuddered, before grinning. Well, at leastthey re not bothering other people with their drama he nodded.
Truth be told he didn t feel like having a sundae, so he went for another sip of Slurpee. Boythose drinks really hit the spot, despite how light-headed the brain freeze made him. Oddly,all things considered he actually did want his sundae now after that drink. Grabbing aheaping spoonful the decadent dessert disappeared into his maw, after some light the truth of the flavours reached his mind, the Rabbit was forced to pause. His wasfunnel cake, Neapolitan ice-cream, whipped cream, and a heaping spoonful of sprinkles and it was the most delicious thing ever. A manly tear dripped down his face from just howgood it was, and he just wanted more. With gusto he tucked in, much to the bemusement ofthe Duck who was still playing with his own sundae. While his focus was on Bugs sporadic eating, his attention was more onthe Rabbit s midsection as it bulged discretely outwards. Sthay, might wanna sthlow down there champ, sthave some for the restht of the world hesaid to deaf ears.
Mmf, what wafth fthat? Bugs mumbled, cake hanging from his food-stuffed hole.
Err, nothing Daffy mumbled as he went back to his dessert. Truth be told he was feeling amight peckish after dinner, and some dessert would go a long way. Finally taking a bite ofhis sundae with the lot, his eyes went wide, and his tongue flipped around all edges of his mouth in mere seconds. The last time he recalled ever being this hungry was when he foundthat cave full of treasure. Hmph, I was actually kinda wrong about the funnel cake thing.
It s actually kinda tasty, despite not being shaped like a funnel Daffy mused dimly.
-and tho I wath thaying, little Thylvethter Junior here ith thetop of hith clath, aren t yathon? Sylvester boasted to his table.
Dad, you re embarathing me Junior whined, his cheeks rosy red and blushing.
Never be ashamed of being an achiever child, as it helps to always be at ze top when youwant to get to ze top Pep smiled knowingly.
Ah, yeah Vaughn mumbled, not really adding much to the conversation.
He cleared his throat briskly as he turned his attention to his dessert. He was halfwaythrough it, and in his opinion, it was simply amazing, the best he had had ever had whileworking here. You ve been quiet Pep remarked, his attention on Vaughn now that hewas tuning out Sylvester s bragging.
Oh, forry Vaughn muttered with a mouthful of food. It fs jus -gulp-, you guys have suchamazing lives, and well, I just work foryou he chuckledmodestly.
We ve been at zis for some time Vaughn, but zat doesn t mean you won t have anything tosay after some time. Your life is still only beginning ma ch re, and you have so much toaccomplish with it the Skunk chuckled.
Thank you Pep , I know I haven t done mu- Wait, ma ch re ? My dear ? Vaughnrealized, having learned some French due to working with the Skunk. Did you just call me dear ?
Did I? Pep purred blithelyas he calmly took a swig of Slurpee.
Was was Pep coming on to him? The very implication that HE of all people was puttingthe moves on Vaughn was getting him quite hot under thecollar literally. The nervousyoung man was sweating most profusely, and he swallowed a hard lump as he yanked at hiscollar, which felt oddly tighter than usual. How many of those have you had? Vaughnnodded to Pep s Slurpee with a chuckle in an attempt to work off some nervous energywith a joke.
Only four or five. What, are you a Slurpeegendarme come to arrest me? the Skunk teased with a suggestive brow wiggle.
Despite hoovering down the Slurpee, Pep seemed quite fine, despite his internals gurglingsomething fierce. It wasn t loud enough for the Sylvesters to notice, but the blonde humancertainly did. Eying the dapper Skunk carefully, he noticed a thick bulge forming under hisfancy waistcoat. Uhh, are you okay Pep Vaughn whispered in concern.
I am fine mon ami Pep grunted in discomfortas he wiped some sweat away with ahandkerchief.
Truth be told he had had a fierce storm of gas brewing, but like hell he was going to displaythe same grotesque manners as that southern Rooster. But all this pressure building wasproving hell in and of itself, the stress of the act making him sweat harder. No,reallynow?Are you alright Pep ? You look about ready to burst Vaughn uttered, his tone growingdistraught as he reached a hand out to assist his friend.
The Skunk s body was so tense, and upon the second Vaughn s ill-placed hand pressedagainst his bloated gut, his bodyrelaxed immediately big mistake.
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It went for fifteen seconds straight, and sounded like thunder coming from his eyes locked on the gassy Skunk, his cheeks crimson and his tail bolt upright as the lasttraces of the foul gas escaped his rear. Mon dieu Pep whispered hoarsely as heabsconded from the table, his entire face crimson with embarrassment.
PEP , WAIT!
Ah say, ah say,what s that all about? Foghorn mumbled, turning away from his dessert. Adistance off had a practically luminescent Pep and that young lad Vaughn running offtogether. Now,why is that boy chasin the Skunk? the Rooster said aloud.
Why do ya need to pry inta everyone else s business Rooster? Barnyard Dawg grumbled,clearly not happy that he had to sit with his mortal foe. Keep yer fat beak outta it.
Fat? Foghorn guffawed loudly, despite there being an obvious tenseness amongst thebutton of his jacket. You re one ta talk boy. You certainly seem to have put on ah few dueto not getting much work these days he jabbed back. But that s no surprise mutt,considerin your actin stinks as much as your Dawg breath.
You take that back ya bloated roast dinner! Dawg growled as he rose from the table, his teeth bared lividly.
Make me Foghorn sneered, his arms folded firmly from his seat.
Would the two of you BOTH shut up? Really now, I have no idea what I ve done to get stuckwith you two, beyond being utterly brilliant. Either way, I have no idea what you two do inthe sticks, but you re in a nice place now, soTRYto showSOMEcivility Wile E. growledlividly from his position.
The two duelling critters stared daggers at each other, but acquiesced nonetheless to WileE. s remark. Pfft, as if they know what acquiesce even means Wile E. scoffed to , he had no idea what he had done to deserve a pair of hicks on his table, but clearly itwas just an attempt to make him look bad. Tch, that was just like the Rabbit to try and keephim out of the way. It s not like it was his fault he was so darn brilliant, nor was it hisproblem that none here could appreciate his level of brilliance. Everyone here is dumb as atonne of bricks Wil. E grumbled, before catching sight of Foghorn s prominent gut. Bout asheavy as a tonne too he added smugly with a mouthful of dessert, unawares about thegolden rule: A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. And there were several lifetimeson his widening hips, and upon his rather plush rear as well.
Bon dieu Pep uttered under his breath.
Staking himself out at the Square s gazebo, a nervous hand fanned his crimson cheeks,sweat clinging to his fur. His humiliation, oh it burned like ze fires of hell as he sat upon awooden bench. Pep , there you are Vaughn panted, having finally caught up with him.
Merde the Skunk uttered under his breath. You did not need to follow me he added sourly, his composure returning.
Sorry,butI was worried about you Vaughn gasped, trying to find his breath. Your concerns are noted Pep grunted stiffly.
It wasn t that bad Pep , some people found it funny Vaughn remarked with his own grin,which was shut down immediately by his idol s icy stare.
I did not find it very funny, nor do I zink you understand ze gravity of zis situation, a Skunk, I am always reviled for my stench, but as a great lover, I find myself in need ofcontact constantly. It is hard to be taken seriously as a Romeo when your odour offendszose you embrace. And to be seen as a gassy Skunk is so stereotypical zat it dances past zeborders of clich Pep explained sternly.
Your smell never bothered me Vaughn admitted as he sat down by his friend.
Yes, I know. Zis is something I was aware of when we practised lines, as you never turnedup your nose during ze up-close and personal parts the Skunk nodded. But, to relievemyself in such a way in front of so many for so long, it is quite ze embarrassment. It makesme no better zan zat uncouth Rooster.
Well, people still like Foghorn despite him belching all the time, as well as him beingpompous and always talking. This is just something that happens, you ll be able to laugh itoff in time, right? Vaughn insisted hopefully.
I will die of embarrassment before zat Pep hissed under his breath, but nodded inconfirmation. It will be somezingI will need to deal wiz. Zank you for looking out for me,Vaughn he smiled, his petit hand resting on the human s.
Aww, what a sweet scene, ho ho. It was one of the servers, who was a Mouse in goofyglasses and a moustache. He was carrying two well-stacked sundaes on a tray, as well as twomore Slurpees on the other tray. Hope you don t mind me comin on by, but youfellaslooked like you could use some more dessert the Mouse explained, holding out the desserts to the two.
Merci Pep politely said, accepting the sundae and cutlery. Thanks Vaughn smiled, taking his own.
I ll just leave the drinks here the server said, leaving the pairof Slurpees next to them.
Thanks Vaughn said again as the server left.
No problem, ho ho the server replied as he walked off with a wave.
Wasting little time, they tucked into their sundaes, and like the half-eaten ones left at thetable these were also amazing. Really, they just seemed better and better with each bite, itwas truly astonishing. They were so good even Pep forgot his own faux pas, his mindcompletely focused on the dessert. And as he indulged himself, his waistcoat was lightly teased apart by his expanding girth. His cute little navel poked up from between the teasedfabric, and the crack of his lush rear was showing from his trousers, his prized black orbsrising like bread over the waist of his pants as they hugged the base of his tail snarfed loudly from his bites, oblivious to his own belly growing porkier from hisgratuitous consumption. Naturally his looser clothes allowed more room to fill, and his bodywas only happy to fill. If not his shirt being tucked into his pants, his supple belly would bemuffin-topping over the band. Mmmf, good Vaughn mumbled between mouthfuls.
Dessert, as many fat furs would tell you, has no end time, nor a beginning. It is alwaysdessert time at any time really; at least, the guests certainly thought so. The supply ofsundaes were never-ending, as when anyone finished one sundae, they could only feelcravings for more. At this premier point in time Bugs and Daffy had binged on four dessertseach, andwere hoovering down their fifth now, sans a few accoutrements. The fineevening wear the Rabbit had sported was strained to its limits from his expansive jacket that had hung comfortably on him was now looking quite worse for wear atop hisburgeoning frame, and what a frame it was. Bugs enormous bellypoured over his pants, hislightly coloured fur soft and plush, and oh so gropeable. The undershirt he wore was ridingthat stallion like a champ, despite one button already missing from the plain white shirt. Hisbelly rumbled loudly, his flab jiggling from the hunger contained within it. A few drops ofsweat were shaken by the gastrotectonic movement, staining his already sweat-stainedpants.
Bugs porcine thighs and calves were jammed intothose white leggings like mince into asausage skin, bar for the tears in the groin where the fabric just could not supress the massof his expansive groin. Carrot-print could be seen through those spy holes, and those happysmiling veggies were almost as wide as Bugs was by their stretch. If not for the belt thatconstricted his generousness like a Cobra, he would be spilling out like a snowdrift, a fluffygrey and white snowdrift. The fragile metal creaked loudly from the strain, but it held onstalwartlydespite all opposition. Bugs belly gurgled loudly again, more fat piling itself ontothe already generous pile. His belt shuddered loudly, and the fly of his pants groaned fromthis torture, their cruel executioner completely oblivious to their plight. Snarf snarf smackhis mouth went, bulbous cheeks bouncing in rhythm with his gluttony. Like a pendulum histhree chins swung from the endless motions of his hungering maw. The Rabbit was trulyenjoying himself, a littletoomuch. With another heaping spoonful of sundae, his moobsinflated gratuitously, forcing the top button of his shirt to ping away with a grim wave to itsfellow before flying out of sight. Those Rabbit pillows were so soft to the touch, so smooshyand easily capable of fitting in your palm to squeeze lecherously. And still, despite the sheergirth piling onto him, the Rabbit was oblivious to everything but the meal he sat hunchedover. The seat of Bugs pants creaked loudly from the large holes torn by his expansive rump, his little cottontail barely peeking out of the cleft between those enormous greyboulder buns as they blubbered up.
As for the Duck? Well, he was largely the same as Bugs keyword being large . He was soplump and juicy, a perfect fit for a Christmas dinner for a family of twenty. Rounding outever so, his entire lower region was expanding outwards like a balloon, his pants and beltalready giving out to his size. If not for the sound of gluttonous consumption they wouldhave heard the sad PING of a belt snapping and a button rocketing off into space, or rather,into the fat fold of Marvin the Martian. So, sorta into space, if you think really hard about his own couture pants site of an overstocking of flubber. He somehow had , the Duck, an avian, had a pair of moobs contained within his strained shirt; that wasjust how blubbery he was when he was defying nature itself. But science aside, he waspretty fucking fat, if the prior paragraph is any indication. FINUUUURRRRRRSHED! Daffybelched loudly, his spoon dunked on an empty plate smeared with melted cream andflavoured toppings.
Mmf, mmf, darn it Bugs grumbled, lapping up the remains of his own dessert.
His blubber gurgled loudly as he reclined back into his chair, his jiggling flab settling while herelaxed. Another line of gurgling followed, and Bugs cheeks bulged as another whopper wason the way, which he expelled with gusto. UUUURRRRRRPPPP!
Daffy politely applauded the Rabbit s gastronomic prowess, and decided to try and match itwith his own. He grunted and strained to force it out, which it !Bugs giggled childishly, his mouth fishing for the straw of his Slurpee. He had no idea howmany of those drinks he had had, but since he wasn t full yet, clearly not enough. Butheshould probably not drink them so fast, since he was getting so light-headed from all of thebrain freezes. Well, not so much light-headed but rather hazy, kinda like what he felt likewhen he has one too many carrotinis. Nice one Daff he sniggered,suddenly rememberinghis colleague s toot.
Gimme a few minutesth and I can do even better the Duck boasted boldly, swigging hisown drink. UUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP! he belched, reaching the pitch a baritonewould envy.
The two sniggered again, simultaneously sighing after their laughter. Little did they knowthat they would be upstaged most expertly.
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AUNTIE EM! AUNTIE EM! IT S A TWISTER IT S A TWISTER!
Sniggering loudly, the two gassy toons watched with great amusement as Taz was blowingaway their competition like a hurricane. Sadly, this would be one bout of hot air thatwouldn t take people to Oz. No, not even if they clicked their heels together three chuckled at how dishevelled everyone looked, his grin shared with the Duck. Andthrough their shared grin, the Rabbit quickly realized he had forgotten how much fun Daffycould be sometimes. No really, hedidfeel that way about him. Once you re past the ego,naivet , arrogance, ego, selfishness, ego, childishness, brattiness, ego, jerkass tendencies,and ego, Daffy could be a great guy. He had certainly put on a few though, Bugs noted fromthe critical mass the Duck s clothing was trying to contain. Should he say something here?He really felt like he should, for the good of their relationship. Y know Daff? Bugs begantentatively.
Mmm? the Duck murmured.
Sometimes, when I remember why we got into this business, it makes me kinda glad youwere there with me during the early days. I know I don t say this much, but I do, on somelevel, enjoy working with you Bugs admitted sincerely.
This brought pause to the Duck, who knew full well what a jackass he could be. It struck achord rarely struck on his heartstrings, and, well, it felt kinda good,really. Thanksth, I forgot how much fun it isth to work with you too, even though you veREALLYlet yoursthelf go Daffy replied, eying Bugs bulk.
A twitch, however subtle, was still a twitch running through the right side of Bugs jowl.
Excuse me? he uttered hoarsely.
Well, come on pal, look at yoursthelf. You refatter than the fatsthuit you wore for theepisthode where you binged of Porky sth food. It sth not pretty, y know? Daffy explainedbluntly while kneading his own porky belly.
Oh ho ho ho, no, no, NO! He wasth er, was NOT going to get away with this. Who the hellwasheto talk when he looked like he had been stuffed and due for a date with the oven?Who was he to talk with those plump and succulent breast fillets eying him through thecrack in his jacket, or those succulent drumsticks peeking out beyond that giant gut. Whowas this giant, plump, delicious, roast Duck to tell him off when he was easily twenty times his size? WOW was Bugs still so very hungry, but, anger first Hang onthere, bud, Bugs spatspitefully, but you are the blimp here. I dunno where you re lookin , but it clearly ain t mewhen I always keep myself in fine shape he boasted, patting his own belly as if to show offhow lithe he thought he was.
Daffy snorted loudly, not even able to believe how deluded Bugs was. Fine sthhape huh?And what sthhape is that? A balloon? It sthoundsth about right, sthince you appear to beinflating before my eyesth Daffy sneered.
AH SHADDUP!
That wasn t from Bugs, but from . With remarkable speed the two warring toons twistedtheir heads about, to gaze out and see a very overweight Foghorn and Barnyard Dawgslapping a morbidly obese Wile E. Coyote. The titanic toon collapsed to the ground, his bellysticking high into the air despite his prone position. Nodding to themselves, Foghorn andDawg returned to their seats to keep eating their meal. The two snickered in amusement,finally being granted the entertainment promised by seating that egomaniac next to a pairof caustic southerners. What were we arguing about? Bugs mumbled loudly.
Dunno, but did you sthee thosthe three? Cripesth they ve put on weight in the off-
stheasthon Daffy sneered.
Oh yeah, but it s to be expected with Dawg. He doesn t get many parts due to him being Foghorn s whipping boy Bugs nodded in agreement.
With no food before them, the two sucked on their Slurpees again. Bugs right eye twitchedmomentarily, before hefting up his enormous rear. With a loud grunt, he farted with enoughtemper to rattle the chair he hovered over like an alien spaceship from Independence much like the White House in that movie, the chairwouldn t survive the night. Yoman,pretty rad gas a hip voice remarked.
It was another server, who was a teenager with black hair and green highlights, also wearinga pair of goofy glasses and a moustache. Thanks Bugs grinned, though he did blush a littlefrom the praise.
S allgood. I saw your plates were empty, so I brought you over some more dessert andsome fresh Slurpees for the top stars the server explained with a wide (and mischievous)grin.
Much obliged Daffy smiled, drool oozing from his mouth now that sundae numbersix wason the way.
Bon app tit the server declared, affecting a terrible French accent as he served the food,
and vacated with a twisted smile on his moustachioed mug.
Bon app tit the two toons repeated with gusto.
Staring into their desserts, their gluttony driven brains barely even recognized the fact thattheir desserts were now twice the usual size, with a HIGHLY generous helping of sprinklesand chocolate drops. Thin beads of drool hung from their mouths, and they forwent cutleryin favour of just shovelling it in with their hands like a pair of greedy pigs. Pounds uponpound of funnel cake, ice-cream, and everything else compounded in their guts, and poundupon pound compounded on their hips. Their weight increasing dramatically, a feeble creakemanating from some (relatively) unknown location, albeit one that wouldn t remainunknown for long.
With a violent snap the pin holding Bugs belttogether snapped, the leather fabric flailinglike an angry Snake. With its only support gone, the button of his pants rocketed off underthe table, his fly not so much undoing itself, but rather tearing itself apart. Bugs sighed inrelief from the extra space provided to him, not that he knew the reason why he neededextra space as his avalanche of a belly descended, finally given the freedom it deserved. Hisdeep and puckered navel hung off the chair, which was frankly much too small for hisenormous frame anyways. His sides spilled over his ailing waistband, thick folds forming asthe lard bunched together into thick piles. And as for his tail? It was gone, devoured by thethick pair of watermelons that were pretending to be his butt. They hung over his pants,their feel softer than cotton as that stubborn waistband clung to them so tightly, thickcreasesforming in Bug s luxurious flab. And with another gulp they swelled again, tearsrunning through those fancy white pants of his as that arse became too much for them tobear. The only pause the Rabbit gave his body was when he took another swig of his super-
sized Slurpee, half of the cool beverage drunk with haste. A poor choice as his body groanedloudly, heavy gurgles echoing through him, gas building up. With a groan Bugs heaved hisenormous rear as high as it would !The force of it sentripples through his rear, his belly jostling in unison. But once he was done, he went back tohis meal in a thick haze. A cream coated hand brushed at his brow, smearing the sweetmixture all over him as he cleared away some sweat. Boy, it really was such a hot night.
With some guidance from his son, Sylvester Sr had restrained himself from overindulging,but in hindsight it was a poor idea on his part, considering that meantfather s mouth wasmuch less distracted. and the lad came firthtin the thienthe fair he boasted to the onlyother person left at his table, which happened to be the Tazmanian Devil.
[Unintelligible gibberish] PPPLLLBBBTTT [More unintelligible gibberish]? Taz err, gibbered? Yeah, I have very high hopeth that he ll be ath great a bird catcher ath hith old man Sylvester nodded, having (somehow) understood what Taz said.
Father, pleathe Junior beggeddramatically.
What? I m jutht thuper proud of you thon Sylvester smiled as he firmly pat his son on the head.
I know, but you don t have to keep telling EVERYONE Junior countereddefensively.
Everyone needth to know how amazing my thon is Sylvester said in a slightly hurt couldn t he take a little bit of-see: a lot of- pride in his son? Was it so wrong for a parent to tell everyone who would listen how great their child was? Sylvester didn t thinkso. After all, at least Junior would grow up to be more successful than he w- Say, Vaughnand Pep hadn t been back in a while, and their sundaes were getting cold metaphoricallyspeaking. Well, waste not, want not. Grabbing the two half-eaten desserts and piling themtogether, Sylvester stuck in while Junior talked with Taz. Sparing no quarter the greedy catpiled as much food as he could into his mug, the cake thankfully soft from age so that hecould swallow without barely any chewing. The load hit his stomach with a heavy whump,
freeing his mouth for the next deposit. Mmm, that was some good ice-cream and funnelcake. It was so good, Sylvester just couldn t contain himself. With a greedy smack of his lipsthe black Cat shoved his face into the plate, hoovering everything up like a vacuum. Hiswaistline certainly didn t appreciate his efforts, a layer of pudge pushing outwards beneathhis attire. DAD! Junior snapped loudly.
Mmf? Sylvester mumbled, his attention on his sonwith a piece of cake sticking out of hispursed lips.
I thought you promithed me you would eat properlyand not overdo it on dethert Junior growled with annoyance.
Sylvester gulped hard, his cheeks red from not only having his hide chewed by his son, butalso because he broke his promise. Thorry thon, I jutht couldn t help mythelf he utteredsheepishly, a napkin in hand to wipe his face.
[Unintelligible growls] Taz remarked disapprovingly.
You thaid it. Compared tomy Pop you eat with all the grathe and thivility of royalty Junior nodded.
WHUMP!That echoing thud you just heard was the sound of Sylvester s heart plummetingfifty feet into the ground. With the way Junior talked, it made him feel like the child in theirrelationship. Of course, he knew his son loved him, but he didn t always have to be socritical of his actionsallof the time. Meekly turning away from his son, Sylvester drownedhis sorrows in his cola flavoured Slurpee. The toon Cat gave a loud sigh of appreciation forhow refreshing his beverage, followed up by a second show of appreciation. UUUURRRRRRPPPP! he belched loudly.
Eeeewwwww Sylvester Jr grimaced, his adorable little cheeks blushing red.
Taz however, clapped politely. Belching was an art, one he was a master in. Not botheringwith a sissy straw, the brown beast dumped the contents of his own Slurpee into hiscavernous maw. Gulping hard, his innards churned and gurgled violently, like when you seala bottle of Diet Coke with a Mentos inside. His entire body rumbled visibly, his massincreasing from the gas contained within his fleshy confines. With a grin the devil opened his maw wide. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
The belch was so beyond thunderous that it was practically breaking the sound barrier. BothSylvesters held on for dear life as Taz unleashed his own version of Dragon Shout. Thosebehind weren t as lucky, as many a chair and its occupant were blown away by the cycloneworthy winds. AUNTIE EM! AUNTIE EM! IT S A TWISTER IT S A TWISTER! Foghorn crieddramatically a few tables over.
The last of the foul wind abated, Taz leered at Sylvester and his son. Their fur was facingcompletely backwards, with a style that was very stood in front of a two story fan . Juniorcoughed loudly as he had to pry his little body from his seat. Im-imprethive Sylvestergasped once he made sure his internal organs were where they should be.
Taz grinned, albeit in a wavering way as he realized just how hungry he was after unleashingso much gas. He could really use another dessert. MORE DESSERT! a voice declared loudly.
To Taz absolute delight, a big burly blue furred server stood with a huge pile of sundaes inhis massive, pink dotted arms. Those glasses and moustache of his were quite fetching too. We didn t order any dethert Junior remarked suspiciously.
Well, we were told to always ensure that you fine people have a ready supply of I ll bet that that furry guy right there is just hankering for these sundaes, right boy? theserver declared enthusiastically.
Taz panted eager, his mitts pounding on the table with impatience. See? the server grinned as the stack of sundaes were delivered to the table.
Taz gibbered loudly with glee as he grabbed as many suspiciously plus-sized sundaes as hecould, his motions a blur from his eating. Grabbing two for himself, Sylvester smiled at hisson. Thon, come on, you re at a party, live a little. Look, thith thundae has all your favouritetoppingth Sylvester smiled warmly.
Casting a wavering once-over at Taz, Juniorsighed loudly. Yeah, you re right Pop. I just feltthomething was odd here, but it mutht be my imagination he smiled back.
Attayboy thon Sylvestergrinned, before a low gurgle in his innards caught his deviously, he held a finger out to his son. Hey Junior, pull my finger herequested.
Junior stared at the protruding digit as if it insulted his mother. But, he gave in, yanking !Sylvester guffawed loudly, giving his knees a slap forgood measure. I love you thon Sylvester chuckled warmly.
I love you too,Pop Junior smiled back.
With that sentiment passed, the two tucked in, although, they had a fair ways to go to reachTaz level. The beast s body was filling like a lard-filled balloon with, well, lard, to be once-trim waist was just as wide as his head was, with a thick ad puckered navel pokingthrough the ruined outfit he was wearing. (To be fair, it was ruined before the spontaneousweight gain. Taz no like fancy clothing!) His spindly limbs had some real meat to them,growing to a scale that would put German sausages to shame. Remarkably, his ravenousmaw seemed to grow just as rapidly as the rest of his body, seeing how his jaws stretched soabsurdly wide to scarf down every sundae his fat digits could reach. It was art in how hedevoured plate and sundae whole, his mass wobbling when he would rarely chew. After somany fattening sundaes, his wobbling belly hung over the chair that his girth threatened tocrush, if his wide rear didn t devour it first.
But that s not to say the Cats would be too put out just yet. Sylvester was making someintense headway with his sundae, having polished off three more and was on to his sundae that is, not litter, although given his newly acquired bulk you would almostthink he was pregnant as his burgeoning girth pushed against the white shirt I neglected tomention he was wearing. The fabric strained and groaned quietly from the strain of hisgrowth, his black pants screaming in silence from his lardy legs attempt to burst them. Theonly pause the greedy Cat made was to down more Slurpee, capping off each succulent swigwith a hardy belch. Junior would shoot a grim look to him when he did that, but soon the call of food would sing like a siren, drawing him back to his own dessert. Like his father hewould take a swig of Slurpee, however, his results were much less ! Eeep Junior squeaked with embarrassment.
That th my boy Sylvester smiled proudly.
AUNTIE EM! AUNTIE EM! IT S A TWISTER IT S A TWISTER!
A tempest was a-blowin , and it threatened to whisk everyone away to Oz. Ol Foghorn andBarnyard Dawg held on for dear life while Wile E. shielded himself with an umbrella heconveniently had. That big ol Rooster was practically vertical until the tempest was gone,allowing him to return to his seat with a thud. Ah say ah say that was a powerful bout ofhot air Foghorn grunted, rubbing at his sore and bloated tuckus.
You d know abouthot airwouldn t ya? Dawg grumbled under his breath. Ahsay, what was that now boy? Foghorn scowled.
Nothin Dawg replied innocently, a halo hanging over his head. That sright Foghorn nodded firmly.
Smartaleck Dawg, always runnin his mouth off like a fire hose. Why,it really burnedFoghorn s biscuits, or at least, it was spoilin his apahtite. Well, not really spoilin it, but itcertainly didn tmake dessert taste any better with such bitter emotions circulating the table. So what if he was the butt monkey? He knew what he was gettin into when he signedthe contract. There was no need to be jealous over the fact that people loved the Roostermore than the Dawg, and why wouldn t they? What wasn t there to love about his manlyphysique, especially when compared to that lard Dawg. Really now, look at the a cheap suit four sizes too small for him, it was fallin to bits. And look at that gut ofhis. Easily longer than he was wide, you could store a young Jedi in there to keep him warmin the cold. It was so full of fat that it could fry up over a thousand pancakes, with somebacon on the side. No surprise one would bring up bacon, considerin Dawg was more of aporker than a canine. Ah say, why not even look at those ungainly breasts of his. So big andsoft, it was like he stuffed snacks down there for later. All of this was happenin in a suitabout ready to burst, save for those brave buttons of his. Ah salute you two courageoussoldiers for sacrificin your lives to spare every innocent from the sight of Dawg s ungainlybosoms and s the pity you have to survive that lump s sweaty form. If yousurvive this onslaught boys, you deserve a soakin . What are ya lookin at? Dawg grumbled, noticing Foghorn s gaze.
Nothin Foghorn mumbled, returning to his sundae.
Dawg glared at the Rooster tryin to act all innocent. Pfft, what an oblivious fool he was,thinkin EVERYONE simply loved him. Feh, couldn t be further from the truth. Who couldever love such a pompous and rude Rooster, always treadin on people s toes when they tryta speak. Always interruptin with his ah say,ah say now and ending with a son or a boy . Just who did that fathead think he is? Heh, fathead, now there s a proper term. Fat inthe head, and fat in the waist. It was almost a brilliant choice to wear white, so no one couldtell what parts were synthetic polyester and what parts were his big fat gut and rear. Look athim, plump as a Christmas Goose. He had already torn through his undershirt; oh yes,
Dawg s superior hearin heard that loud and clear. He also saw when the lardass Roostertried to discretely shuffle them out of his jacket. So big and fat, no wonder Chickenhawkwanted ta eat him. Although, all things considered, he was looking just about ready for eatin now that Dawg thought about it. He would make a proper meal yessir; except, all thatsweat on him was a deal breaker. He was practically soaking in his own juices, but then, fatpeople sweat a lot, so it was no surprise that Foghorn would be King Sweat. Now then,what s that look boy? Foghorn demanded, catching Dawg s hungry stare.
Nothin Dawg mumbled guiltily.
Now, ah say ah say,ahdo not even believe for a second that that look was nothin , boy Foghorn sneered.
Believe what ya want ya mad Rooster, but ah say ah say , if yakeep eatin like a Pig ya llturn into one ya fat twit Dawg growled.
You re one ta talk ya Elephant. That s right, ah said Elephant waddles. Ya look like ya ate one too Foghorn countered, his eyebrows twitching violently.
Ifah m an Elephant, then you must be the moon. Yer big and white hide could easily orbit round are planet. But that s one full moonah d hate to see at night Dawg retorted.
THERE IS NO ONE HERE WHO WOULDN T WANNA SEE MY POSTERIOR! Foghorn roared furiously, finally getting up from his seat.
The sudden motion sent powerful ripples through his body, making it too much for his suitto bear. With a few loud pings his suit jacket lost all of its buttons, allowing his gut to sagwith gusto with the open space. His meal sloshed about audibly in that bloated gut of his,the mammoth tide of white hanging in front of his knees. It bounced intime with Foghorn sheavy snarls of breath, brushing aside his jacket and allowing his thick roobs to hoove intoview. Despite the fury the Rooster was displaying, he still spared a moment to eat anotherscoop of sundae, his bulk growing larger, the seams of his pants splitting as flab and featherpushed themselves through the gaps. The most incredibly thing about all of this, however,was that Foghorn s belt and Bull-head belt buckle was still holding on. PING! Oh wait,nevermind that thought as the feeble leather snapped, unfurling itself with enough forcethat it undid itself through the loops and fell onto Foghon s chair. NICE ASS FOGHORN! avoice called from the curious onlookers.
The onlooker was of course referring toFoghorn s enormous, and very plush rump withwatermelon sized cheeks. So big they were that they hung over his weakening waistband,with a plumber s crack so majestic, and yet hidden by his almost hilariously small looking tailfeathers. Y see? Foghorn smirked, not really comprehending that that wasn t acompliment. That there s the accolades a star like myself receives he nodded smugly.
Somehow, Dawg managed to purse his fat lips together in fury as he made his Foghorn s self-important monologue, he was right aboutDawg s suit. The force ofhis sudden rise sent tremors through that cheap suit. The buttons didn t so much comeundone as the entire jacket Dawg was wearing shredded as his fat practically exploded outof it. His pants quickly followed, albeit with less grandeur as the seams of his legs splitrapidly, his lardy calves congealing into thick rolls of dough until his pants split in two. As foranother somehow, Dawg didn t even register this as something that had happened. Maybe it was that he was too enraged, or that he was plain oblivious, but he was the only one therewho didn t see him for what he was. Without his pants to contain it, his tremendous,elephantine belly avalanched from his body by the tonne, an enormous wave of white furand flab. Thanks to his squat form, he was positively pear-shaped as his generous girthfrequently slapped the ground. Pound, pound, pound. Each thud came in rhythm with hisintense breathing, the force of his pants sending jiggles and ripples through the rolling hills of lard. His enormous dawgy moobs crowned his gut, each the volume of a small pillow, andequally as plush. But the softest part of all would have been his magnificently proportionedrear, each the size of a beach ball, with plenty of ounce in their bounce. Those hungryspheres, those ravenous orbs devoured his poor little tail, with only one-third of it peekingout of the cleft of his boulder buns. They weren t complimentin ya, ya fat fool! Dawgsnapped.
Rearing angrily at the sound of the voice, Dawg s fanged maw slackened. Foghorn followedhis gaze, and his beak dropped so far it went to China. Wile E., at least, what you couldassume was Wile E. Coyote was sitting squat as a Toad from his part of the table, emptyplates piled around him. But then, everything could pile around him thanks to eating thirtysundaes. The once trim and petit toon s face was slathered with dairy and chocolate fudge,every last square meter of it. His belly was massive, nay, it was gargantuan. Wait, no, no,gargantuan would not do his size justice. He was mountainous, leviathan in scale. It was bigenough to contain either of the warring toons within him, with plenty of room for dessertafterwards. His ratty fur was stretched thin by the sheer volume of mass filling that gut,patches almost showing as mass exceeded the cover. His massive, fist-sized navel waskissing the dirt as that ungainly gut pressed against it, having grown too big for the airspacealone. UUUUURRRRRPPPPPP! Wile E. belched loudly, taking another swig of Slurpee in his fat paws. The tremors of his belch sent tsunamis through him, his body rocking like a lavalamp. The incredibly obese Coyote gripped his pillow sized moob, as if he were catching hisbreath. UUUUURRRRRPPPP! he belched again, thumping at hissoft chest.
His enormous, brick-sized fists sank two inches into his chest with each thud, his bodyquaking from every movement. How he could even reach his chest, with such tremendouslythick arms was a mystery. They were thicker than Foghorn s neck, and looked as if cakebatter had been pumped straight into his body. His lard folded so improbably his arms werelike a M.C. Escher painting in terms of consistency. It was a true impossibility to comprehendhow an arm could be that fat, nor how fingers so thick and turgid could bend lithely. His bun-sized palms were devouring his fat little piggies, and yet those plump fingers were asdextrous as ever. The only thing was more surprising was when those dumbstruck toonsrealized that Wil. E was standing. His chair had long since been abandoned, and hesupported himself purely by his tree-trunk thick legs, and by his massive gut. Foghorn andDawg weren t the only ones in awe funnily enough, as unbeknownst to those three, manyhad been watching Wile E. for some time. Their eyes were glued to his ravenous nature ashe shoved down sundae after sundae, other hypnotized by his swelling mass. And somestared at his massive ass, each easily the size of a garbage can and with plenty of junk inthem. His ratty tail had vanished inside that abyss, and wasn t likely to be escaping any timesoon from its planet-sized prison. Tch, why are you two fools staring at me like that?Maybe it s because, onceagain, I have shone the light of brilliance on your simple southernminds perhaps? Wile E. gloated, a proud smirk showing in the middle of a sea of chins,jowls, and outlandishly fat cheeks.
Hey now, ah say hey now, what doyouhave against the South? Foghorn demanded withhis hands to his fat hips.
Yeah smartaleck. What gives ya the right to make fun of us when yer just as fat as yer ego? Dawg added.
Wile E. snorted loudly, leaning forward and resting his arm on one of the many shelfs of hisgut. Oh please, the South is for people who are slower than Porky Pig at a know the best thing that comes from the South? Wile E. jeered.
We re listenin the Southern toons glared.
This Wile E. uttered, before cocking a fat leg and grunting.
PPPPPPPRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTT!
Wordlessly, Foghorn and Dawg turned to each other, their pride burning in their eyes as Wile E. guffawed at his own disgusting joke. Truce? Foghorn suggested. Truce Dawg nodded.
With that said, both of them mobilized on either side of Wile E., who was still laughing histitanic ass off. The only time he stopped was when his arms were grabbed and pulled tightby Foghorn and Dawg. With a ferocious air they raised their palms high. AW SHADDUP! they shrieked, slapping the rude Coyote simultaneously.
Their palms were carried with the force of a locomotive, the impact knocking Wile E. cleanoff his gargantuan feet and onto his soft back. His generous mass jiggled like a plate of Jell-Oas the aggressors sat down, so they could eat their sundaes while glaring at each other.
Their focus was so precise, so laser-like that they failed to even hear the moans that echoedin the air.
-and so I say to ze waitress, no, when I said I wanted my meal to go, I was actually asking you out .
Oh, oui, I did. Oh ho ho ho. Oh, we had a good laugh afterzat, and she did give me her number.
You re amazing Pep , you really are.
Ah, it is nothing but years of experience young Vaughn. After all, to be ze best player, youneed to play ze game for as long as you can.
I don t think I could ever play as good as you.
Do not-UUUURRRRPPP!-doubt yourself Vaughn. Don tzink you reze worst player when you re not playing ze game.
That s true, heh heh-UUUUURRRRPPP! Excuse you.
Thanks.
Oh what a delight that amorous Skunk was; he was so full of amusing stories about his morepromiscuous escapades, it it really made Vaughnjealous. But on the other hand, it wasnice that he could sit there and talk to Pep without the cameras and managers , Vaughn had learned more about Pep in this one night than in the months he spentworking for him. He was such a coy little flirt too; not as much as in the cartoon, but he justhad this charm about him. He could give you this look, and your whole world became his. Itbrought shivers to Vaughn s spine. Plus, he was as hot as ever, figuratively AND second sentence he had to wipe some sweat from his brow, much the same thatVaughn did, but at least he felt safe enough to undo his dress shirt. Truly, they could havegone somewhere cooler, but, such was the price of intimacy in the gazebo. Oh, zere are two sundaes stillleft Pep remarked, noticing the two that, for as far as they knew, hadmaterialized on the spot.
Well, since there are two, perhaps we could, well, feed each other, like couples do the blonde man ventured.
Oooo~ the Skunk cooed, a coy smile on his face. Why, zat sounds positively delightful Vaughn he smiled.
Taking the lead, as the man does, Pep perched the plate on his free hand, his othergrabbing a large helping of sundae with a spoon. Say ahh he grinned, bringing the spoonto Vaughn s mouth.
Ahh Vaughn said, opening his mouth wide.
Oh, Pep was so gentle as he placed the spoon in Vaughn s mouth, and the food tasted evenbetter when it was served by him. Your turn Vaughn purred,trying to sound seductive ashe brought his own spoonful towards Pep .
Ahhh the Skunk moaned, bearing down on the spoon.
He sucked on it rather hard, and rather suggestively too. He slurped on that plastic stick forten straight seconds before finallyreleasing it. Badump badump. Vaughn s heart poundednervously in his chest, sending blood to the far south. Oh he uttered weakly.
Pep chuckled coyly after swallowing, a sultry hand brushing through Vaughn s hair. I mustsay, it is a hot evening, no? he purred.
Umm, err, uh, well, maybe, kinda Vaughn jabberedas his internal hardware suffered a Blue Screen of Death.
The truth was that the evening had dragged on quite a while, and Pep was looking verysweaty indeed. With a seductive air he hurled the sundae away as he removed himself fromhis seat, his hips swishing in the air as he stood with his back to Vaughn. With a cheeky grinhe slowly undid each button of his waistcoat while humming The Stripper .The poor boystood no chance before that kind of seductive firepower, the sundae in his shaking handsfalling to the ground with a splat. The magnitude of Pep s sexiness was too much for him,and he was so close to swooning. But oh, that devious and flirty Skunk knew that. He knew itall too well. Which was why, with a slight lick of his finger, he gelled his pomp to the right, asif he were a model for Abercrombie & Fitch. Vaughn was so overwhelmed by the sexy, hecouldn t help but squeal loudly and embarrassingly. Do I turn you on? he had purred ohso very sexily as his waistcoat slid from his shoulders.
Yes Vaughn whimpered back, a plate doubling as a fan to cool himself off.
That cad, he was so damn sexy,and he knew it. It wasn t fair. Look at him, almost as tall asVaughn was, with such a perfectly pear-shaped anatomy. His thick, plush belly stuck out twofeet from his body. His fat rolled like the grassy hills of England, jiggling, bouncing, andwobbling. The amorous Skunk swished his wide hips seductively, sending more ripplesthrough his tremendous frame. He twirled on the spot, showing off again his enormousrump. He wiggled them in Vaughn s face, turning it cherry red from the intense heat heradiated. Oh what he wouldn t give to reach out and squeeze that plush rump wait, had healways been that big?Huh, well, that didn t matter, as there wasmore of him to love thisway. Oh, good. I was wondering if you were sending me mixed signals, but now I see whereyour heart trulylies Pep grinned, hips still swishing as he returned to his captive audience.
Vaughn was helpless, all blood draining from his brain as his insanely tight pants weretented like a circus big top. He whimpered loudly from the proximity of the Skunk, his bodyradiating such intense heat to mingle with his own. With a seductive chuckle Pep brushedhis handthrough Vaughn s hair again. His touch was so loving, so caring. Vaughn whimperedloudly again, a wet patch staining his pants. Do I turn you on? Pep whispered gently,repeating his question again.
Oh god yes! Vaughn whimpered. How much? the Skunk whispered.
Oh sweet god in heaven, this was really happening. Vaughn could only whimper gently while his sexual assailant s hands rubbed down his flabby chest, his fingers teasing themselvesover his thick, beach ball gut. His fur felt so good against his own sensitive skin, especiallywhen that flirt would gently rub it. Ooooo~ what have we here?
Huh? Vaughn simpered.
Pep s head was a spare few inches away from the tent in Vaughn s pants. With a deep sniffhe inhaled, the smell of pre and amour in the air. How about a little how s your fatherbeen ? he grinned with coy eyebrow wiggle.
Vaughn wasn t about to complain, in fact, he would not complain. He had wanted this for solong, no way was he going to go back now. With a laboured whine from his tortured fly,Vaughn s pants sprang open, creating so much slack in his waistline. Mmm, you re a bigboy, aren t ya? Pep purred at the sight of Vaughn s tented underwear.
The double entendre somewhat flew over Vaughn s head, as a haze was clouding his mindtoo much to allow any higher functions from, well, functioning. He could only grin drunkenlyas the Skunk went to work. With a hungry lurch Pep s maw bore down on the stiffy ragingthrough those cotton briefs. Vaughn let out a loud cry of pleasure as his lover sucked his cock through the fabric, his near vacuum levels of suction draining the pre right from thefabric. With a loud shudder another layer of pre-soakedinto Vaughn s briefs, before beingslurped up by Pep with gusto. Mmm, it was so salty, yet, with a strange sweetness to , sweet, like the sundaes. Mmm, that would be lovely indeed the Skunk thought as hereleased Vaughn from his suction. Ooooohhhh. Why why did you stop? Vaughn gaspedbreathlessly.
Well, maybe it is a bit droll, but we are a bit too visible, here. Perhaps we could move to behind zegazebo, for a little more privacy Pep suggested.
S-sure Vaughn grinned.
Discarding his pants at the gazebo, the two discretely moved behind the structure, nowmore out of sight of everyone as Vaughn lay amongst the flowers of the garden, theirdelicate petals rubbing against his thick back as Pep towered over him. Are you ready? he purred.
yes Vaughn whispered.
Pep smiled as he ducked down beyond the hemisphere of Vaughn s celestial body, hismind a bit clearer, but full of apprehension at being able to impress Pep . And impresshim he did once his underwear was, with some effort, yanked off. The Skunk whistled in appreciation at how sturdy and long his sabre around eight inches, the glans ofVaughn s cut head flared, a thick layer of pre allowing the pinkish-red head to glisten in thelights. And beneath that was a thick pair of balls, each as large as a kiwi fruit. My my my,
we have a grower in our midst Pep remarked with respect.
Had had he always been that big downstairs? He must ve, but, he could have sworn-WHOA NELLY! All concerns abated now that Pep was bearing down on him good andproper. Vaughn s fingers clawed at the flowers for support, his body arching from the lifesurging through his body. Already his lover was deep-throating him, all eight inchesvanished down Pep s maw, his hot and moist tongue rubbing and licking against Vaughn s turgid cock. It was so thick and meaty, and positively oozing with pre. Thick trails of the clearfluid trickled down the toon s throat in thick dollops, the salty taste dancing on his tongue ashe pleasured his lover most expertly. His tongue entwined itself around that shaft, rubbing itin all the right places, the imprisoned beast twitching and throbbing within his maw. Ohgod! Vaughn whimpered, trying his best not to cry outtoo loudly.
His cock gushed with pre, his delicate control waning before the impressive talent of Pep . Imean, for christ s sakes, it was only a blowjob and he was almost ready to blow the approaching orgasm, inch by inch Vaughn s tool was extracted from the Skunk smouth, until only the tip remained imprisoned. With expert precision Pep s tongue rubbeditself against the glans, getting into every crack, teasing and tickling every part of Vaughn sanatomy without mercy. The young man could do naught but grunt and groan with pleasure, his body rocking with the electricity that surged through him. By now pre wassquirting from his head, his orgasm building to a triumphant finale, and that was when Pep rubbed its hardest against his glans. FFFFFUUUUUU! Vaughn cried loudly.
His cock pulsated violently, cum ejaculating out of him in thick salty globs, the amorousSkunk swallowing them all with gusto. Five powerful pulses rocked through that tremblingtool, and five thick loads went down Pep s throat. With a weak sigh Vaughn s body weakened, his body (and cock) going limp. With a delicate pop the tool dropped from theSkunk s mouth, the thick body silent and still on Vaughn s fat thigh. Fu-fuck Vaughnwhimpered, his mind still swimming in the triumph that was his orgasm.
I m glad you enjoyed it Pep smiled, his hand wiping away a sliver of jizz from his lips.
Y-yeah, you, were, amazing Vaughn breathed with a content smile on his face.
Indeed, and your seed was far sweeter than some I have tasted. But, I must confess, while I did enjoy yours, you have yet to enjoy mine Pep mused with a dramatic air.
You can have me, any way you want too Vaughn smiled happily. Zen I will have you ze old-fashioned way Pep declared.
Gripping Vaughn s legs tightly,Pep slung them on his thick shoulders as he hefted up hismassive gut, revealing his own little surprise: His own thick and meaty cock. Maybe it washis new outlandish size, or maybe something else, but the amorous toon had a thick teninches of cock, with a girth he could only barely fit his fingers around. The thick mushroomhead was already rubbing itself against the cleft of Vaughn s generous ass, a trail of preoozing against his supply flesh, while his orange sized balls lay amongst the flowers. Takeme! Vaughn declared dramatically, trying to sound like a courtesan.
And take him he did. The enormous toon s massive, meaty dick lanced forward, its headsqueezing itself into Vaughn s tight ass. The thick layer of pre allowed easy entry into thatvirgin ass, with a little toon physics granting him more give than what was natural. Theyoung human grunted loudly from the entry, his innards feeling so full from the mass ofSkunk dick penetrating him like a battering ram. OOF! Pep grunted, his hands clingingtightly to Vaughn s tremendous as he drove his dick in further, half of its generous lengthdeep inside. Dieu was he tight, and shit was he so big. Vaughn s warms innards quiveredfrom the penetration of Pep s length plunging deeper in, his internal walls squeezing themassive tool tightly. Oh fucking hell was he so tight, it was really pushing the Skunk sbuttons so badly that he was leaking pre in thick volumes, lubricating his lover s a loud slap Pep s fat groin collided with Vaughn s ass, seven inches penetrating him. Bon dieu, you are, ngh, quite ze challenge Pep gasped, sweat pouring down hisenormous form.
I don t, ngh, mind a challenge Vaughn returned, his voice cracking from the intense fullness of the well-endowed Skunk within him.
Nor do, mph, I Pep grunted.
With a swing of his hips, his cock slowly retreated from the wider he space he had created,Vaughn s hole oozing pre asPep s slick cock slid out, leaving only the tip atremendous grunt he rocked forward, his hips and groin slapping against Vaughn s ass againwith intense force. The human s enormous rear wobbled from the impact, waves goingthrough him as he moaned with pleasure. Now that the hard part was out of the way, therewas so much pleasure to enjoy as the Skunk rhythmically fucked his ass. Vaughn moaned intime with the meaty head of Pep s cock penetrating just that little bit deeper each time, hisworld expanding and welcoming it in with every powerful thrust. He was so powerful, sountamed. He was no Skunk but a Panther with the fury of his sexual prowess. Each thrustwas so much more powerful than the last, the impact quaking Vaughn s very soul. He wassweating from the thrill of it all, as well as from the sweat that poured from Pep like rain. Oui! Oui! the Skunk moaned loudly, his climax imminent.
His heavy breath crashed against Vaughn s belly, the quivering mass shuddering from theforce of the penetration, from the stimulation that came within, from the sheer mind-numbing girth sliding in and out of him with ease. OUI! OUI! Pep cried loudly, pregushing out of him.
So close, so close, SO CLOSE! With a triumphant cry he came within his lover, cum rushingout of him like a firehouse. His enormous balls clenched to unleash every last drop fromthem, filling Vaughn s bowels with the surging tide of white. There was just so much withinhim, and it was all for the young human. The pulsations of his length were so intense thatthey rocked Vaughn s body with every quake. His body shook wildly until the Skunk couldclimax no more. With a weakened sigh Pep collapsed onto the human s strangely largerbelly, his energy spent while he remained inside him. Mon dieu. Zat was quitezeride hepanted weakly.
Ah ah ye-yeah Vaughn replied with a grin.
And so the two lay there, panting heavily while the party went on obliviously. They hadeaten so much, and yet there was still so much more to devour. This was a party that wouldnever end, nor would the gain that all present would enjoy, until .
It was a minute to midnight, and the party was at a standstill. For hours the guests had eaten their sundaes, and near the call of the next year, they paid the price for it. Not a singleinch of the square s roadcould be seen beneath the writhing, gurgling, farting and belchingclamour. The guests had all eaten themselves into immobile blobs, with bellies that stuck out for several feet, and with butts so big that an Elephant would say they had a big were all lost in the sea of fat that made up their bodies, their heads absorbed into athick tyre of fat that made up their neck. Their arms sat useless and heavy besides theirbody, their fingers little more than nubs from the sheer volume of lards that encompassedtheir hands, and their feet were miniscule compared to the sheer mass of their corpulentlegs. They were all contained within their own bodies, and their only complaints were thatnow, they couldn t reach their Slurpees or sundaes. That was, if acomplaint could be heardover their belches and farts.
The only one with even a modicum of self-awareness was Bugs, who was sitting at the ruinsof the head table, his eyes glued to the clock tower. It was almost time, and no one waseven paying attention. It made him so apprehensive to think that party could be for was only a few seconds left. Five four three two one . HAPPY NEW YEAR, HOHO!
Wait, that voice?! It was so familiar, why, it could have only belonged to the . Mouse Bugs hissed darkly.
Ho ho, so you finally figured it out huh?
With some outside help, Bugs tyre of fat was pulled down enough to see the offendingparty: It was Mickey Mouse and many of his Disney pals, each of them holding their brilliant disguises in their hands. I should have known something was up Bugs gloweredat the smug Mouse, before seeing what was in his hands.
I wouldn t imagine Bugs, the stuff we put into the food and drinks made ya a little toooblivious to that Mickey smiled knowingly. Truth be told we had to increase the dosage tomake sure you guys got larger faster.
So, what was the occasion Mouse? Bugs inquired curiously. Seems odd that you d wasteyour New Year s Eve party to sabotage mine.
Well, gee, lemmethink. Maybe it had something to do with last year, where you guysthought it would be HILARIOUS to sabotage our party with that hair-loss prank of , the fellas and I felt it only right to return the favour Mickey scowled.
Yeah man, we pranked ya good Jake Long grinned smugly.
My fur takes forever to grow back, you know that right? Sully growled sullenly, his voice coming from behind Bugs head.
Heh, well, I gotta say Mouse, you got us pretty good Bugs grinned. Usingthe ol fake glasses and moustache routine, a toon s only weakness.
Yeah, as clever as you Looney Tunes are, your need to obey the Toon Laws is always aneasily exploited weakness. But now,I say we reprettyeven. So, no hard feelings pal? Mickey grinned.
No hard feelings Mouse. Well, not until the end of this year. We ll get you back five timesharder Bugs vowed with a devious grin.
I ll look forward to it Mickey grinned back.
And with that promise made, everyone got to sit back and enjoy as fireworks lit the the way this party concluded, it looked as if 2016 was going to be one heck of a year.