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Let the waterworks fly!

Tears stream down your fat, hanging cheeks and you flail your arms a bit, hitting your belly and cursing at it. You kick your legs a bit, but the only thing actually happening is your belly jiggling. You're stuck, you can't go home, and nobody wants to help you.

"Well, if that doesn't beat all!", comes a somehow familiar voice.

You stop crying long enough to get a good look at the person. It's Fred! At least, you think it's him. But ... since when has he been anthro? He walks over to you and, with a strength you've never seen before, pulls you onto your feet by one of your arms.

You wipe the tears from your eyes as best as you can and look at your sniveling, bloated self. Fred looks like he's never been better. He's even bigger then you! A muscle shirt, shorts and sneakers display the muscles covering every inch of his body, and he's clearly not afraid to show them off.

"Just thought I'd check up on ya", he smirks. "Good thing I did, or you'd probably still be stuck down there", he adds, starting to walk out of the pizza place.

You waddle after him and get into step with him, thankful he slowed down a bit.

"Where've you been?", you ask him eagerly.

"Around. Like the new look?", he asks, flexing a huge bicep, almost the size of your head.

"Umm...how'd you get so big? What happened?", you ask in awe.

"Oh, nothing terribly important", he replies offhandedly. "I like being like this. Gotta admit, I get a better kind of attention this way."

You recap. You're about 7 feet tall ... he's about a foot taller then you. He's huge, you're puny. He's beyond bodybuilder and you're ... well ... a fat tub of lard. You can just picture the two of you now ... quite a pair. You sigh...it's going to be another one of those days ...


Written by Rakeesh (edited by wanderer)

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