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kerjois who has unfortunately had to move on from FA
A thunderous yawn echoes across the secluded estate of a drug-lord, the source of which is the gang's way of "taking care of" business. The pile of flabby rolls and layered lard rises from her sleep, easily mistakable for a striped orange hill, though the people of the estate call her Queeny. Her tail slowly rises into the air, showing interest and alarm at the smell of her latest victim.
As part of the kingpin-lifestyle the drug gang wanted to go all out in their way of executing those who'd wronged them in the past, so they bought a liger for the gang as a means of guarding their hideout, flexing their drug-fortune and for the ultimate goal of eating their undesirables. When the liger first arrived her exhibit was referred to as "The-Moat" as it ringed around the drug-lord's estate in a massive grassy hoop, framed by high concrete walls adorned by barbed-wire guards. Queeny, as she'd come to be known, would be fed hundreds of pounds of raw meats and expensive hides weakingly, contributing to a steep but natural weight gain for a liger however, it was when she started being offered bodies when she really began to swell with fat. Her body would slowly give out over the next few years, bloating with lard in nearly every possible part of her being, swelling her size until her stride was reduced to a walk, then a waddle and finally she was near-immobilised.
Queeny's huge rolls of fat encircled her neck like a pile of thick tires, her cheeks and chins ballooned with excess and even her head began to grow rich with fat. Her groaning flanks spread further and further against the floor monthly and eventually her limbs and haunches became encompassed with jiggling blubber.
Today, Queeny's moat is overgrown with mosses and relatively tall grass, aside from the patch of baron dirt where the indulgent liger enjoyed resting at the most. The concrete fences have long surpassed their purpose, no longer being necessary for keeping Queeny in when her gluttony does it for her. She raises her fat head from her slumber as she hears the panicked and muffled screams of a gagged prisoner, she wobbles and jiggles as she manages to reach one stubby paw to the grassy ground, a feeling she only experiences when crawling towards food. She slides along the ground past the bones of her last meals, leaving a massive flattened lane of lawn in her wake. Her heart thumps violently and quickly in her chest as she pathetically slides along the flat terrain that used to be easily traversed. She pants against the pressure and eventually gives in, plodding her almost unmoved body back firmly on the ground, wheezing and huffing, she demands the food be brought to her in an unsteady roar between gasps.
kerjois who has unfortunately had to move on from FAA thunderous yawn echoes across the secluded estate of a drug-lord, the source of which is the gang's way of "taking care of" business. The pile of flabby rolls and layered lard rises from her sleep, easily mistakable for a striped orange hill, though the people of the estate call her Queeny. Her tail slowly rises into the air, showing interest and alarm at the smell of her latest victim.
As part of the kingpin-lifestyle the drug gang wanted to go all out in their way of executing those who'd wronged them in the past, so they bought a liger for the gang as a means of guarding their hideout, flexing their drug-fortune and for the ultimate goal of eating their undesirables. When the liger first arrived her exhibit was referred to as "The-Moat" as it ringed around the drug-lord's estate in a massive grassy hoop, framed by high concrete walls adorned by barbed-wire guards. Queeny, as she'd come to be known, would be fed hundreds of pounds of raw meats and expensive hides weakingly, contributing to a steep but natural weight gain for a liger however, it was when she started being offered bodies when she really began to swell with fat. Her body would slowly give out over the next few years, bloating with lard in nearly every possible part of her being, swelling her size until her stride was reduced to a walk, then a waddle and finally she was near-immobilised.
Queeny's huge rolls of fat encircled her neck like a pile of thick tires, her cheeks and chins ballooned with excess and even her head began to grow rich with fat. Her groaning flanks spread further and further against the floor monthly and eventually her limbs and haunches became encompassed with jiggling blubber.
Today, Queeny's moat is overgrown with mosses and relatively tall grass, aside from the patch of baron dirt where the indulgent liger enjoyed resting at the most. The concrete fences have long surpassed their purpose, no longer being necessary for keeping Queeny in when her gluttony does it for her. She raises her fat head from her slumber as she hears the panicked and muffled screams of a gagged prisoner, she wobbles and jiggles as she manages to reach one stubby paw to the grassy ground, a feeling she only experiences when crawling towards food. She slides along the ground past the bones of her last meals, leaving a massive flattened lane of lawn in her wake. Her heart thumps violently and quickly in her chest as she pathetically slides along the flat terrain that used to be easily traversed. She pants against the pressure and eventually gives in, plodding her almost unmoved body back firmly on the ground, wheezing and huffing, she demands the food be brought to her in an unsteady roar between gasps.
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Feline (Other)
Size 1919 x 1919px
File Size 551.2 kB
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