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A little something for 
standish for his Halloween birthday!
standish for his Halloween birthday!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1034px
File Size 180.1 kB
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"I... I really shouldn't."
The bear just nodded to the wox, still holding the temptingly tasty hamburger within easy biting range.
"I-I mean, I'm... uh... trying to... to cut back..."
"Uh-huh", the polar bear answered with a smile.
The wox began to sweat from the effort of holding his appetite in check. Not that his sandwich wasn't tasty in its own right, but... well, it was so small. A simple, healthy sandwich. Just the thing to help him stick to his diet. And he needed to stick to his diet! He knew that!
But, faced with the prospect of a delicious meal of fast food within easy reach, he was having a hard time remembering why he had to stick to his diet. His brain seemed to be anchored to the sight and smell of the bacon... the beef... the bun... he could smell mustard... and each time he opened his mouth to say "no", it seemed to be harder than ever to close it without taking a bite of hamburger. He swallowed, catching himself drooling, and found himself being gently pulled forward by the bear's paw on his shoulder.
"B-but... but I..."
It would be rude to refuse him, wouldn't it? Just take a few bites? I... I can always stop later, right?
The bear just nodded to the wox, still holding the temptingly tasty hamburger within easy biting range.
"I-I mean, I'm... uh... trying to... to cut back..."
"Uh-huh", the polar bear answered with a smile.
The wox began to sweat from the effort of holding his appetite in check. Not that his sandwich wasn't tasty in its own right, but... well, it was so small. A simple, healthy sandwich. Just the thing to help him stick to his diet. And he needed to stick to his diet! He knew that!
But, faced with the prospect of a delicious meal of fast food within easy reach, he was having a hard time remembering why he had to stick to his diet. His brain seemed to be anchored to the sight and smell of the bacon... the beef... the bun... he could smell mustard... and each time he opened his mouth to say "no", it seemed to be harder than ever to close it without taking a bite of hamburger. He swallowed, catching himself drooling, and found himself being gently pulled forward by the bear's paw on his shoulder.
"B-but... but I..."
It would be rude to refuse him, wouldn't it? Just take a few bites? I... I can always stop later, right?
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