It was two weeks after Dodger had, along with his friends, shut down Sykes and his two devildog dobermans for good and made the city a better, safer place. Furthermore, he and his fellow dogs had gotten a pardon for their past offenses as their reward for such a deed, along with being allowed to enter a special condo Fagin was rewarded along with a fortune for putting Sykes out of commission permanently, and one which was located just two blocks from Jenny's house, no less, so Oliver was easily accessible to be visited by Dodger and vice versa. Needless to say, Dodger was living a good life and was no longer a thief, as there was no need for it anymore, and the same went for his four friends.
Thing is, though, that his new life also awakened something that Dodger knew about himself all along, but didn't acknowledge or pay attention to until now because he knew there was no point, for it was utterly out of the question for his previous kind of lifestyle. After all, when he was using the streets to survive, he had to be fit, limber and lithe, and he was, in a very attractive way, along with agile, fast, skilled and nimble. But now that he no longer needed that kind of lifestyle, and now that he lived a more serene, lazy one in which all of his food was handed to him by Fagin like it was to the other dogs, and never would they need to steal again, nor would Fagin be poor or desperate again, it was clear that he was no longer able to deny or ignore this feeling of his. He wanted to be fat.
Yeah, you read right. That's what you read. Almost since he was a puppy, Dodger had secretly wanted to be as fat as possible. He had a closet dream of being New York's fattest quadruped. Sure, it was sweet being that city's coolest quadruped, but it just didn't stick to his ribs(pun intended)like being the fattest dog in the city would. He had sometimes eaten more than everyone else, though in a subtle way, since they might get suspicious and he couldn't afford that, as just thinking about his secret desire to himself was enough to make him blush, much less revealing it to those around him. But now, he had made up his mind. He would devise a way to turn himself into a corpulent blimp of a portly pooch and he would make good on that way, and subsequently reveal it to anyone and everyone he knew! He would also either keep it that way or continue to be a gainer, depending on how much fatter he'd become and what mood it put him in, along with how sexy it would cause Rita to think he was.
Now, the way Dodger thought up to pull the trigger on making himself go from outstanding to obese was...
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