
At a neat and meticulous pace the dishes around them emptied and some even piled atop one another. Koar had reclined back, his multi-colored friend showing a surprisingly caring side as he took it upon himself to feed the jackal. While Koar was no stranger to over consumption, bloated middles and tight clothes, by the time the tenth plate came his way, he was ready to call it quits. Of course, how could his friend, who had spent many long hours preparing every dish so perfectly, react to such an insult that was the rejection of his labor?
In his current state of bloated lethargy, Koar was helpless to the firm shove on his chest, sending him to his back as Kazan crawled up beside him. The wolf's newest plate was filled almost double what the last one was, and Kazan had every intention to deposit every scrap in the jackals maw. Pinned and trapped, Koar became subjected to a much more rapid pace of what could now be called force-feeding, his friend's paws working tirelessly to bring a never ending stream of delectable bites to his mouth. Kazan shuffled back and forth on his knees, dragging dishes closer and filling fresh plates after previous ones became too dirtied to use.
Through this unexpected and breakneck march of food, it was no surprise that the wolf became less and less careful with his next helping. Drips and dollops of gravy and potatoes, entire globs of butter and sauce and even hunks of meat fell onto the jackal's chest, staining his sweater vest more with every plate. Taking what few seconds of precious reprieve he could find, Koar struggled to crawl away from the wolf, hind paw finding purchase in his friend's own soft middle in an attempt to push him further away. The added struggle sparked something in the wolf, however, and his speed and excitement doubled. He used his own bulk to pin the jackal down, so little food left around them that every scrap was within easy reach.
Part two of the increasingly expansive feast that
is pushing on this malnourished and food-deprived jackal. Keep at it big guy, you're almost finished! Fantastic artwork by
In his current state of bloated lethargy, Koar was helpless to the firm shove on his chest, sending him to his back as Kazan crawled up beside him. The wolf's newest plate was filled almost double what the last one was, and Kazan had every intention to deposit every scrap in the jackals maw. Pinned and trapped, Koar became subjected to a much more rapid pace of what could now be called force-feeding, his friend's paws working tirelessly to bring a never ending stream of delectable bites to his mouth. Kazan shuffled back and forth on his knees, dragging dishes closer and filling fresh plates after previous ones became too dirtied to use.
Through this unexpected and breakneck march of food, it was no surprise that the wolf became less and less careful with his next helping. Drips and dollops of gravy and potatoes, entire globs of butter and sauce and even hunks of meat fell onto the jackal's chest, staining his sweater vest more with every plate. Taking what few seconds of precious reprieve he could find, Koar struggled to crawl away from the wolf, hind paw finding purchase in his friend's own soft middle in an attempt to push him further away. The added struggle sparked something in the wolf, however, and his speed and excitement doubled. He used his own bulk to pin the jackal down, so little food left around them that every scrap was within easy reach.
Part two of the increasingly expansive feast that


Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Jackal
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