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furrific1 in collaboration with 
OctiVick
Featuring:
Victor, my nephew created by OctiVick
Also starring
furrific1 as Uncle T
What’s up? I am Victor, I am a tiger, and I am fat. I like being fat. It’s a part of who I am. As you can tell, I also like to snack. In my bedroom, I keep a secret stash of snacks. I hide them because my parents, both tigers, are health nuts. My father, Vernon, is a body builder and my mother, Thelma, is an aerobics instructor. They both work at the local gym. For them, having an overweight son, brought shame to them. Nowadays, they do not care, but last summer, they cared so much, they sent me away to my Uncle Trevor’s (also known as Tubby T) house to shed some of my weight. This is how is all started.
School had just let out for the summer and I couldn’t be any happier. I stopped at a local convenience store to buy me some more snacks for my stash. I then went home. My parents were yet to arrive home. I sat on the sofa. I hear some creaking noise before the seat collapses under my now 300 pound weight. Shocked and a bit afraid, I took the bag of snacks and ran upstairs to my room, There, I combine the bag of snacks with the snacks I already had in my room. Then my stomach growled. I lifted my tight t-shirt to pat my big belly. It only growled louder. Something snapped then, and I ripped open a bag of my chips and emptied it in maw. I belched and then repeated the action. My face now felt greasy, so I used my shirt to wipe my face. I looked at my belly for it grew a bit. I didn’t care. I grabbed a chocolate snack cake and devoured it, along with two after it. I burped again. I then took off my shirt, revealing that my big gut got bigger. I glance into my mirror and I smiled at my fat tiger reflection. I was very happy at the moment. I continued to snack on my junk food until I heard the front door open. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on to hide my now bloated gut. (But I think it didn’t hide it that well.) I heard my parents talking in the living room. I stood beside stairs to listen.
My father pointed to the sofa and asked my mother, “Is that a spring poking out of the couch?”
“It looks like the seat is broken,” Mom confirmed, “Victor has struck again.”
“I’m tired of having to buy a new couch because he’s so fat,” Dad yelled angrily, “That boy is huge now. We wouldn't have this problem if you didn't let him eat whatever he wants.”
My mom quickly objected, “WHAT? If you spent time with him, like a good father, you could have made him workout with you.”
“I do workout with him sometimes,” my dad tells her, “But you always give him money to buy snacks.”
His tigress wife admits, “Okay , but I can't help it. Snacks make him happy and we want our cub to be happy.”
Her furry feline husband agrees, “Yeah, but there is a such thing as too much happiness.”
Just then, my favorite Uncle Trevor came into the house. He could hear the quarrel outside the door so he asks, “Hey, what's all the commotion?”
I ran from upstairs and yelled, “UNCLE T!”
I made loud stomps as I ran to him and hugged him tightly because I haven’t seen him in a long time, but something doesn’t feel right. I let him go and looked at him. Then I saw that his belly was missing. (Well, he still had one, but a lot of it was missing.)
I said, “Whoa, you lost a lot of weight.”
Uncle T laughed and replied, “And you put on a bit.” He poked me in my tiger tummy.
His older sister, Thelma, then told him, “That's the whole problem. You nephew’s weight is out of control.” She then led her brother and her husband into the kitchen.
I stayed in the living room to hear what they discuss. I knew they were talking about me and my weight.
In the other room, I heard my mom say, “It looks like I can't call you ‘Tubby T’ anymore bro.”
My dad chimed in, “Yeah, you lost a lot of weight there. How'd ya do it?”
“Well, I owe it all to moving to the county side,” Uncle T told them, “There aren't many places to get junk food. Also, I hike and jog while out there.”
“If only Vick could do the same,” said my mom.
Uncle T asked her, “Did he really gain that much?”
My dad answered, “He's now about 300 pounds of fat.”
Mom added, “We tried as much as we can to make him lose weight, nothing seems to work.”
Vernon then gets a crazy idea. He wondered, “Yo T, you said you lost a lot when you moved country side. How about Victor come stay with you this summer?”
Uncle T hesitantly replied, “Well . . .”
Thelma then said, “That's a fantastic idea! Victor would lose a lot just like you brother!”
“But, it's just that . . .,” started Uncle T.
Dad interrupted, “We can have Victor start packing his things.”
Uncle T finally agreed, “Well I guess I can have the chubby cub stay with me a while.”
Happily, my mom hugged him and said, “Oh thank you bro, I’m sure Victor will be happier and healthier with you!”
“If you say so sis,” Uncle T says, unsure of what he was agreeing to. He walked into the living room.
Since I already heard them, I went up the stair and pack the duffle bag Uncle T gave me on my 17th birthday. I filled it with some clothes for the summer. I then grabbed my backpack and put my video game console into it. Afterward, my dad comes to my room to help me take the bag to Uncle Ts car. I look around my room one last time. I had a feeling I forgot to pack something. My belly roars and I remember. I forgot to pack my snacks. Walking halfway to my closet, I remembered that I had already eaten my snack stash. I pat my belly, smile, and leave my room.
Uncle Ts silver coupe was now packed and we got into the car. My mom kissed me before I got into the car. Now we’re ready to go. Uncle T started the car and drove away. As he drove, I couldn’t help but to stare at him. I looked away before he could catch me. Then, Uncle T stopped at a red light and caught me.
My uncle asked, “What are you staring at nephew?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked, “Um . . . Uncle T?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you decide to get skinny?” I wondered.
He responded, “Well . . . I used to be really big like you.” He poked my belly.
I laughed because it tickled me.
The formerly fat tiger continued, “I wanted to lose weight so I can be healthy like your mom and dad. They want you to do the same so you can be happier with yourself.”
“Are you happy with yourself Uncle?” I asked.
Uncle T thought for a second and answered, “Of course I am nephew.”
I told him, “We'll you don't look very happy. In fact you look sadder compared to the last time I saw you, back when you had nice round checks, a big smile on your face, and that Santa belly.”
Uncle T laughed and said, “It's funny you say that. I did play Santa a few times before.”
I giggled then seriously wondered, “So Mom and Dad want me to be thin huh?”
He poked my belly again and explained, “I don't think you'd ever be thin. I'll just help you lose a bit of that weight.”
“Do you miss being big Uncle?” I just had to know.
“I have to admit. I do a little,” he sadly said. Uncle T pats his smaller little belly. He continued, “I used to love eating until I almost popped. But as I got older, I learned that being this size isn't the best thing for me.”
I frowned and said, “I guess it would be the best for me too.” I slouched a bit in my seat and rubbed my gut.
“But you will feel better,” Uncle T replied, trying to convince me.
I just said, “I guess.”
We were silent for the rest of the four hour car ride.
furrific1 in collaboration with 
OctiVickFeaturing:
Victor, my nephew created by
OctiVickAlso starring
furrific1 as Uncle TWhat’s up? I am Victor, I am a tiger, and I am fat. I like being fat. It’s a part of who I am. As you can tell, I also like to snack. In my bedroom, I keep a secret stash of snacks. I hide them because my parents, both tigers, are health nuts. My father, Vernon, is a body builder and my mother, Thelma, is an aerobics instructor. They both work at the local gym. For them, having an overweight son, brought shame to them. Nowadays, they do not care, but last summer, they cared so much, they sent me away to my Uncle Trevor’s (also known as Tubby T) house to shed some of my weight. This is how is all started.
School had just let out for the summer and I couldn’t be any happier. I stopped at a local convenience store to buy me some more snacks for my stash. I then went home. My parents were yet to arrive home. I sat on the sofa. I hear some creaking noise before the seat collapses under my now 300 pound weight. Shocked and a bit afraid, I took the bag of snacks and ran upstairs to my room, There, I combine the bag of snacks with the snacks I already had in my room. Then my stomach growled. I lifted my tight t-shirt to pat my big belly. It only growled louder. Something snapped then, and I ripped open a bag of my chips and emptied it in maw. I belched and then repeated the action. My face now felt greasy, so I used my shirt to wipe my face. I looked at my belly for it grew a bit. I didn’t care. I grabbed a chocolate snack cake and devoured it, along with two after it. I burped again. I then took off my shirt, revealing that my big gut got bigger. I glance into my mirror and I smiled at my fat tiger reflection. I was very happy at the moment. I continued to snack on my junk food until I heard the front door open. I grabbed my shirt and put it back on to hide my now bloated gut. (But I think it didn’t hide it that well.) I heard my parents talking in the living room. I stood beside stairs to listen.
My father pointed to the sofa and asked my mother, “Is that a spring poking out of the couch?”
“It looks like the seat is broken,” Mom confirmed, “Victor has struck again.”
“I’m tired of having to buy a new couch because he’s so fat,” Dad yelled angrily, “That boy is huge now. We wouldn't have this problem if you didn't let him eat whatever he wants.”
My mom quickly objected, “WHAT? If you spent time with him, like a good father, you could have made him workout with you.”
“I do workout with him sometimes,” my dad tells her, “But you always give him money to buy snacks.”
His tigress wife admits, “Okay , but I can't help it. Snacks make him happy and we want our cub to be happy.”
Her furry feline husband agrees, “Yeah, but there is a such thing as too much happiness.”
Just then, my favorite Uncle Trevor came into the house. He could hear the quarrel outside the door so he asks, “Hey, what's all the commotion?”
I ran from upstairs and yelled, “UNCLE T!”
I made loud stomps as I ran to him and hugged him tightly because I haven’t seen him in a long time, but something doesn’t feel right. I let him go and looked at him. Then I saw that his belly was missing. (Well, he still had one, but a lot of it was missing.)
I said, “Whoa, you lost a lot of weight.”
Uncle T laughed and replied, “And you put on a bit.” He poked me in my tiger tummy.
His older sister, Thelma, then told him, “That's the whole problem. You nephew’s weight is out of control.” She then led her brother and her husband into the kitchen.
I stayed in the living room to hear what they discuss. I knew they were talking about me and my weight.
In the other room, I heard my mom say, “It looks like I can't call you ‘Tubby T’ anymore bro.”
My dad chimed in, “Yeah, you lost a lot of weight there. How'd ya do it?”
“Well, I owe it all to moving to the county side,” Uncle T told them, “There aren't many places to get junk food. Also, I hike and jog while out there.”
“If only Vick could do the same,” said my mom.
Uncle T asked her, “Did he really gain that much?”
My dad answered, “He's now about 300 pounds of fat.”
Mom added, “We tried as much as we can to make him lose weight, nothing seems to work.”
Vernon then gets a crazy idea. He wondered, “Yo T, you said you lost a lot when you moved country side. How about Victor come stay with you this summer?”
Uncle T hesitantly replied, “Well . . .”
Thelma then said, “That's a fantastic idea! Victor would lose a lot just like you brother!”
“But, it's just that . . .,” started Uncle T.
Dad interrupted, “We can have Victor start packing his things.”
Uncle T finally agreed, “Well I guess I can have the chubby cub stay with me a while.”
Happily, my mom hugged him and said, “Oh thank you bro, I’m sure Victor will be happier and healthier with you!”
“If you say so sis,” Uncle T says, unsure of what he was agreeing to. He walked into the living room.
Since I already heard them, I went up the stair and pack the duffle bag Uncle T gave me on my 17th birthday. I filled it with some clothes for the summer. I then grabbed my backpack and put my video game console into it. Afterward, my dad comes to my room to help me take the bag to Uncle Ts car. I look around my room one last time. I had a feeling I forgot to pack something. My belly roars and I remember. I forgot to pack my snacks. Walking halfway to my closet, I remembered that I had already eaten my snack stash. I pat my belly, smile, and leave my room.
Uncle Ts silver coupe was now packed and we got into the car. My mom kissed me before I got into the car. Now we’re ready to go. Uncle T started the car and drove away. As he drove, I couldn’t help but to stare at him. I looked away before he could catch me. Then, Uncle T stopped at a red light and caught me.
My uncle asked, “What are you staring at nephew?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked, “Um . . . Uncle T?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you decide to get skinny?” I wondered.
He responded, “Well . . . I used to be really big like you.” He poked my belly.
I laughed because it tickled me.
The formerly fat tiger continued, “I wanted to lose weight so I can be healthy like your mom and dad. They want you to do the same so you can be happier with yourself.”
“Are you happy with yourself Uncle?” I asked.
Uncle T thought for a second and answered, “Of course I am nephew.”
I told him, “We'll you don't look very happy. In fact you look sadder compared to the last time I saw you, back when you had nice round checks, a big smile on your face, and that Santa belly.”
Uncle T laughed and said, “It's funny you say that. I did play Santa a few times before.”
I giggled then seriously wondered, “So Mom and Dad want me to be thin huh?”
He poked my belly again and explained, “I don't think you'd ever be thin. I'll just help you lose a bit of that weight.”
“Do you miss being big Uncle?” I just had to know.
“I have to admit. I do a little,” he sadly said. Uncle T pats his smaller little belly. He continued, “I used to love eating until I almost popped. But as I got older, I learned that being this size isn't the best thing for me.”
I frowned and said, “I guess it would be the best for me too.” I slouched a bit in my seat and rubbed my gut.
“But you will feel better,” Uncle T replied, trying to convince me.
I just said, “I guess.”
We were silent for the rest of the four hour car ride.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Tiger
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