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<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>It was a normal day like any another when you met with the portly wolf, larger than ever. He looked quite pleased, which could only mean sales were still going well.
"Ah, my favorite customer! I have a proposition for you, if you would listen."
"Alright, let's hear it."
"To reward your immeasurable loyalty, I would like to entreat you to a dinner at the finest establishment in town!"
The suggestion made various thoughts run through your mind... You wondered if such a fancy place was worth the effort... if YOU were worth the effort...
"Uhhmm... are you sure? That place is really expensive..."
"Are you implying that *I* would not be able to afford such a thing!??"
"N-n-no! No!"
Asher scratched his double chin for a moment. "Hmm... you might have a point actually... I can already imagine it now... Severely overpriced, yet undersized goods of questionable quality... That's something I would know ab-- ahh, yes! It certainly would be better to get more value, and more food, at a more... down-to-earth establishment, hmm? One of those fast-casual places, perhaps."
"Uhh, sure..."
"Excellent! Yes...! Meet me in a week, and we'll go."
"Okay. It's a... d-d-" You stammered, blushing, before he finished your sentence.
"-Deal that can't be refused, ohoho!" He laughed, waddling off.
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When the day arrived for your meal with the merchant... well, you weren't sure what you were expecting...
In just a week, he seemed to have gotten much bigger than the last time you saw him. He still insisted on wearing his signature pink polo shirt... though now it was more of a piece of tattered cloth, somehow still being stretched over his growing, corpulent frame. It couldn't even be compared to a bra at this point, leaving his large, squishy moobs freely spilling out. You wondered how he was even allowed in the restaurant... You couldn't see any 'No shirt, No service' signs, though the thought crossed your mind that even if it was an unwritten policy, they might make an exception based on the amount of money a man of his size was liable to spend...
You peered down at his enormous stomach as you stood with him in the queue, its flabby mass reaching his knees. One of his sausage fingers moved down to scratch the inside of deep navel, sending you into a exasperated sweat... Before much time ed, the host finally came to seat you, snapping you out of it.
For a moment, you worried the widened wolf's weight would be too much for a single weak chair to withstand, before watching a wary waiter whip extra seats in place under his robust rump. He sat with a noisy *THUD,* the collection of chairs creaking.
From there, the dinner proceeded quite normally. Asher ordered an inordinate amount of food for both himself and you, which the wait staff promptly delivered. Your table became a source of innumerable *schhlurrpps* and *shnahrrffs,* as he ate plate after plate of appetizers and entrees, sauces spilling all over his maw and chest as he regaled you tales of all the idiots he sca-- fine customers he made EXCELLENT deals with, ohoho... all the while, your gaze was enraptured by the sight of his quivering folds and features, jiggling continuously from all the motion.
As he finished off another plate, greedily licking its ceramic surface almost entirely clean, he turned to look at you. Or rather, the dish in front of you.
"What's wrong, my friend? You've barely touched your Five Cheese Extra Creamy Penne Pasta With Scrumptious Spicy Chicken Balls."
His question snapped you out of your daze, as you struggled to stammer out a response. "O-oh! I-I, just, umm..." Your eyes travelled down his bulky frame again. "...w-well, you seemed pretty hungry, s-so I thought maybe you might want it..."
The wolf chuckled, causing his chubby cheeks and double chin to wobble. "Pish-posh! If that's your concern, it shouldn't be... I can just order more, ohoho!"
He waved a weighty arm in the air, its flab shaking in response to the motion. "WAITER! Another plate of this, please." He directed, pointing at your dish, as a server nearby nodded affirmatively.
Asher watched the waiter walk off, before turning back to you. "Now... eat up."
"I-it's fine... I... I'd like to watch you eat..."
"Please, I INSIST." He leaned in conspiratorially, part of the table wedging between his pillowy moobs which rested on its surface, and his titanic belly which jiggled as it hung low underneath.
He stabbed a forkful of food off your plate, which looked comically small in his chunky hand. He held it aloft in front of you, his bespectacled face staring at yours with knowing grin.
"Now, say 'ahh...'"
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I absolutely love this sequence so far! Asher is so cute and the story in each part only makes it better
