"I always wanted to be a big pup!" said Derrick after swallowing down a huge bite of fried chicken.
The lion stopped by the big dog's apartment the following afternoon just as his lunch order was being dropped off: A half dozen boxes of greasy fried chicken, tubs of mashed potatoes, loads of biscuits, and a ton of Mac and Cheese. Evan made small talk, awkwardly dancing around the subject of Derrick's weight until the lion felt brave enough to flatly ask about it.
"You have?" asked Evan.
"Yep! When I was young, I was fascinated by bigger furs. I remember my uncle was a big guy with a huge belly that I would always gawk at. I used to do things like shove balloons under my shirt and pretend it was my belly!" The dog took a bite of a chicken breast, chewed it for a minute, then swallowed. "I didn't understand why I was fascinated with bigness. But in high school, I decided to do something about it!"
"Like what?" the lion asked. "Hit the fridge hard?"
The big dog chuckled. "Nah, the opposite. I hit the gym. Weight training five days a week, made it the wrestling team and was first string all four years. I was big, alright. Muscles everywhere. I even had some abs, too!"
"Then, uh, what happened?"
"I realized that it didn't make me happy," he said. "I was big, but something still didn't feel right. It was only after high school where I got my first desk job and quit going to the gym. Snacking all day and sitting on my butt all the time thickened me up a bit. My belly started growing, I learned that I loved it, and the rest is history!" Derrick gave his vast gut a pat as the fat rippled.
"I guess you're finally a big pup now, eh?" joked the lion.
The dog smirked as he swallow a giant spoonful of mashed potatoes. "Maybe. I'm not sure. I'm big compared to you, but I'm not that big compared to most of the furs in this town."
"Wait, so you're thinking about getting bigger?" Evan asked in astonishment.
"Sure am. Though I think my weight has plataeued a bit. I'd need some help to get me larger. I mean, I'm not going to be able to do a whole lot when I'm a thousand pounds," Derrick jested.
The lion's mind swirled. A fur a thousand pounds, nearly ten bigger than he was. He had never heard of a fur getting that fat before. Hell, Evan had never seen a fur as big as Derrick, but here he was standing in front of a massive mutt. The lion's heart started pounding and mouth dried thinking of the prospect of this overfed dog bigger, wider, heavier. The lion adjusted his stance to hide the suddenly growing mound in his jeans.
"That's...that's pretty big..." stammered Evan.
"I guess it is," Derrick said nonchalantly. "Unless you believe the rumors of One Ton Terry. But like I said, I'd definitely need help getting any bigger and staying that weight."
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