"The workouts seem to be getting tougher", Paskhowl thinks to himself, panting and sweating profusely, "I feel the strain throughout my whole body these days". As he lifts his chunky arm to wipe his sweaty brow, Harley's belt creaks and snaps. As it falls and clunks to the ground, Pask's rotund gut flops outwards and downwards, refusing to be shackled by leather any longer.
The now-tubby thylacine stares wide-eyed at the jiggling mass in front of him, aghast.
Hiding behind a row of free weights, Harley joyously watches the blubbery results of his bright idea, wagging his tail as he watches Pask's belly wobbling.
As the enormity of his predicament sinks in, all those workouts with the belt and chalk, Pask hurls his flabby arms to the sky defeatedly. "That's it! I'm done! I'm out!"
The sneaky coyote can't contain his laughter.

Artwork by  constintiger
Featuring  harleycoyote

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