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The last final raffle story for 
imaperson001 with his character Arthur the Cartoon Husky
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It was a rainy day outside which meant that Thomas was stuck indoors. He didn’t have to go to work today since it was Sunday and he wasn’t in the mood to go into the rain. Shawn was still on his trip overseas and tomorrow he was going to come back so Thomas had one last day to enjoy getting some alone time away from him. He says inside his house, doing the clean dishes until the doorbell rings. He looks at the door at the front door and goes over to open it, revealing a black and white cartoon husky with an umbrella. He’s wearing a buttoned up shirt with trousers.
He has a very serious look on his face before he throws away his umbrella and excitedly shakes Thomas’ hand with a large grin on his face. He then barges his way into the house. “Well howdy dowdy there! The names Arthur! I’m gonna be your guardian for tonight!” He greets himself to the human.
“Oh boy, and I thought this day couldn’t get any stranger.” Thomas said as he now has a talking cartoon husky in his house. “So let me guess, you’re overprotective like the others?” He asks, assuming why Arthur is here.
“Overprotective?” Arthur asks, not understanding what he means by that.
“Well yeah. Last time, I had a llama that ate me and a spider that put me to bed. Knowing how you said guardian-” He wanted to keep going on, but it was just a waste of time since he’s gonna deal with it. “You know what? Welcome to my house Arthur.” He welcomes him lately. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“What a polite young man you are, I must say.” He sounds like a gentleman from the twenties that he saw in old movies. “Hmm...you got any ink?”
Thomas stares at the cartoon husky in a confused way. “I’m sorry?” He asks, wanting him to explain what he asked. Usually, he’ll offer water or soda but ink?
“I’m a cartoon. I basically run on it.” He answers as if it was normal for him. “Plus it tastes good.” Arthur adds in.
“Oh, I don’t think I have any ink, sorry.” Unless he were to give Arthur his pens that are full of ink or a printer with ink cartridges, he has no ink whatsoever. “So what should we do on this rainy day?” He changes the subject to not go too deep with why he loves ink.
Arthur smiles as Thomas was ready to spend some time with the cartoon husky who’s a foot taller than him, same height as Shawn. “Well...I am a toon after all. I actually have a classic cartoon series, and I’m always looking for people to watch it!” He says, eagerly to show Thomas his show that he adores very much. “I brought a few of the DvDs!” He pulls out dozens of DvDs from his jacket like some sort of dealer. “Also that Shawn guy said I had to look after you, so you kinda have to stay here and watch it.”
“It’s been a long time since I watched cartoons. I also never heard of your show before, might be interesting.” So Thomas brings Arthur to the living room, showing him where the disc player is at for him to put the DvDs in. “Did Shawn tell you about me?” He asks, wondering what the dog told the other dog.
Arthur bends down to put in the first disc of his shows. “Yeah. From what he said, you seem like a good kid.” He answers honestly as he turns on the TV and changes the input to the disc player.
“I’m an adult first of all and that’s all Shawn told you?” He raises an eyebrow, wondering if Shawn had told Arthur about his late nights, sneaking out of the house, and not even wanting to get done with his work.
“Well...he said you...were a bit overworked...which is why he called on me! He knew I could entertain you some way! So, he told me to force you to watch my show.” He takes Thomas to the couch and makes him sit down.
“And there it is.” That is what he was waiting for. Shawn hates it when Thomas worns himself out, brings out his mother mode inside him. He knew that he was doomed from the start. He was just about to do some work before Arthur came in and stopped his plans. So he has no choice but to watch the show with him. It was on episode one and Arthur wraps his arm around Thomas to make sure that he won’t get off the couch.
During the episode, Arthur hysterically laughs at his own jokes. It was kinda scaring Thomas a bit. “Are you enjoying it? Also, fun fact: that pie I got thrown at my face was cherry. It was amazing.” He licks his face like he had some on his face.
“Yeah...it’s funny.” He lies to him. Thomas wasn’t really liking it. The jokes were too bland and it really didn’t have any dark humor like the videos he watches online. Of course, then there’s that laugh that Arthur makes like he thinks that he’ll remember this for the rest of his life, which might be true. Thomas had no chance of escaping and is now trapped on the couch with a tall cartoon husky. He wouldn’t risk being eaten if Arthur eats humans like Lusky the llama. If that didn't make it any truer, Arthur’s belly growls in hunger.
“Oh man. I forgot to eat something this morning.” He whines and rubs his belly. Him doing that was giving Thomas a PTSD moment with Lusky the llama. Arthur looked at Thomas with puppy dog eyes and asked, “Hey Thomas, can you make some popcorn for me please?”
“Well I guess so.” He said, emotionlessly as he gets up from the couch and goes into the kitchen to make some popcorn for Arthur, the buttery kind instead of kettle corn. Arthur pauses the show so he would make sure that Thomas would watch the rest of it. It only took two minutes to make the popcorn and pour it in a bowl that he had laying around. Thomas comes back to the living room and gives the bowl of buttery popcorn to Arthur who was licking his lips.
“Mmmm, thank you Thomas.” He thanks him and takes a piece. “So good. I’m also glad you like the show. I knew you’d enjoy this!” He unpauses the TV and keeps munching on the popcorn. The noises he made makes Thomas wonder if he was like Scooby Doo, a talking dog who enjoys food in a satisfying way. “Better not eat too much of this Popcorn always goes straight to my thighs.” He said as he was eating more, very ironic.
Thomas looked over at Arthur in surprise, he was actually telling the truth. The dog’s thighs and belly were bloating up a little as if that popcorn had more calories than what the label said. This also got a lightbulb in Thomas’ head to light up. If he could remember, Shawn couldn’t move an inch after he ate everything at the all-you-can-eat buffet a month ago. Thomas had to use his friend’s pick up truck to take Shawn back to the house. If he were to make Arthur immobile, he could be finally free to do what he wants for the whole day. “Say Arthur, why don't I give you some candy to go with your popcorn? Like you’re at a movie theater.” He suggested it to him, trying to get Arthur tricked into his mischievous plan.
“Huh.” He turns his head at Thomas. “Yeah! That sounds great!” He agrees with his suggestion, happy about it. “Do you want any too?”
“I’m good really. I like to stay thin- I mean give them to my guests.” He had to re correct his sentence so Arthur wouldn’t know that he was trying to make him fat. Before Arthur could change his mind, Thomas got off the couch and went back to the kitchen again. He remembered that he got three bags of candy inside his pantry. He takes those three bags out and takes them over to Arthur for him to eat. “Here they are, three bags of all the candy you can eat.”
“Gee, all these sweets are amazing!” He said excitedly.
“Yeah they are. You can eat all of them if you want.” He opens a bag for him and plops it on his lap while the other two were on Thomas’ side.
Arthur practically chugs a few of the sweets as he pours them from the bag down his mouth. “Thanks Thomas, these are great! Ooh, be quiet, I’m about to lose my job! In the episode I mean, not in real life.” He chuckles, knowing that he’ll never get fired.
Arthur keeps on swallowing the candy, letting his belly and thighs grow in fat. It was starting to feel tight on him because of his clothes, but the dog didn’t bother or complain about it. “I hope you don’t get bellyaches.” Thomas jokingly says, part of a foreshadow that will come soon.
“Hey, don’t worry about me, just watch my show!” He said it in an aggressive way as he gulps down more candy.
Hour 1:
He was halfway through his bag of candy after watching the first two episodes of his show. Arthur was lucky enough that he didn’t choke as he laughed at his own jokes. Thomas still didn’t find it any funnier than what humors him. Arthur’s belly rounds out like he was a male pregnant dog or just ate a rabbit or two. His clothes didn’t rip apart, but who knows what the limit is? The cartoon dog adjusted his seating since his butt had grown five or ten pounds of fat. Maybe he would notice his fat growth soon which worries Thomas a lot. “Burrp! Man, you really saved these candies for me, haven’t you?” Arthur said, slowing down on his eating. He could feel his sides sticking out an inch or two, but he just thought it was something else. “Is it me or does my butt feel big?”
Thomas looks down at Arthur’s butt, seeing it at the size of half basketballs. “No, it looks fine to me. I think you feel that way because of how long you sat on this couch.” He kept on lying to him, making Arthur believe him even more.
“Hmm, could be.” So he continues to devour the sweets in his paws and his belly bloats up more and more.
Hour 2:
The next hour, Arthur finishes the bag of sweets. His belly was the size of a basketball, stretching his shirt some more as his thighs were even tighter in his pants. His butt got bigger and fatter and his face had a double chin with round cheeks. And as the foreshadowing comes, Arthur was getting a bellyache. His belly growls and churns as the dog whines and moans to his pain. “Urgh, my stomach is not feeling too goo- ooh, I remember filming th-this one! Urp!” He gets distracted by the show that he ignores his bellyaching.
‘Told you that you’ll get a stomachache.” Thomas chuckles a bit as he pats Arthur’s round belly, only to make the dog belch more.
“UUUUURRRP! Alright, y-you can stop that. Argh! It hurts….can I have another bag?” As if that wasn’t the problem in the first place.
“Sure thing fatty.” He teases him as he tosses the big fat husky the second candy bag.
“I’m not fat! I’m quite thin!” He was oblivious to his growth as he chews more sweets. But he still moans and rubs his belly. “Urp- keep watching, it’s funny! This is the series finale, I gotta change the disc after this one.”
“I will.” He sighs at the end, being tortured to watch the boring show. The plotline was messy and the character’s voice wasn’t even acting the right way. He wanted to get out of this and the only way is to make his guardian fat as he is now. After the series ends, Thomas sighs in relief to know that it’s over. “Finally, it’s over.”
“I know right! Finally, the villains have been dealt with!” Arthur says, getting the wrong impression of what Thomas meant. “I’ll put the next DvD in…” He slowly stands up from the couch, his whole body jiggling like jello before waddling to the TV. He grabs the case for the second DvD and as he bends down, he hears a sudden rip.
Thomas watched as he saw Arthur’s trousers tore apart from his butt, leaving a nice big hole. “Did you just…..” He holds his hand to his mouth, trying not to snicker as much.
Arthur’s face turns red like a tomato and sweats. “Uhh.. it m-must have shrunk in the wash.” Arthur still doesn’t know, or doesn’t want to admit, his weight gaining.
Thomas could clearly see a bit of Arthur’s face on the underwear he was wearing, like a merchandise. This was enough to make him laugh so much. “That is so funny! HAHAHAHA!” He laughs heartily while Arthur turns around in embarrassment.
“What are you laughing about?” He should know because his pants are torn.
“Are you wearing underwear with your own face on it? That’s amazing!” He kept on laughing, his face turning red as Arthur’s.
Arthur remembered about the underwear. He’s always wore underwear with his face on it, even to the point that he keeps forgetting that he was wearing it in the first place. He was feeling a bit silly now, but annoyed. “Well, thanks for thinking it’s funny, but laughing right now isn’t the best for me.” He finishes putting the second disc in and waddles back to the couch. He sits down, trying to hide the tear by wishing to not get up again.
“Sorry.” Thomas apologies, leaning on Arthur’s fat side as the dog eats more candy.
Arthur felt the human laying on his side, bothered by the fact that it felt so weird to him. “Why are you leaning on me?” He asks.
“You’re soft, that’s why.” An answer that doesn’t need any explanation, Thomas didn’t want to get off of him.
“Well, alright.” He accepts the offer. “I do have to look after you.” He plants his fat paw on Thomas’ back, rubbing it smoothly and soft. So the two watched the second DvD of Arthur’s show as the dog kept getting fatter and fatter from the bag of candy.
Hour 3:
In the next hour in the middle of the show, Arthur swallows down practically half of the bag, not noticing how much his clothes, or even the couch was creaking. Thomas was a bit worried that he was going to break the couch as it was an expensive one. Of course that wasn’t the only thing that was threatened to be breaking. Arthur’s clothes were stretching even more, leaving gaps in his buttoned shirt and a very tight belt. “Mmmph, these are so good!” He chews more of the candy, his buttons on the verge of explosion. “I love this episode, you gotta watch it!”
Thomas was just waiting for his clothes to break instead of watching the show more. If lucky, he could see more of Arhur’s underwear. Looking back at the show, Thomas couldn’t take another episode as they were just worse than the last. “When do these shows start being funny?”
As if a record player scratched, Arthur’s world collapsed as Thomas asked something about the show, judging it’s humor to be exact. “Sorry?” He said angrily towards Thomas, offended by what he said. He leaned forward to him, creating enough pressure to pop his bottom button, as it flew across the room.
“Whoa!” He lets out as he wasn’t prepared to focus on the button popping and shooting out. It hits the floor with a clank and slides on the hardwood. After that, he goes back to explaining his opinion. “Well, I’m just saying that it’s not getting any funnier.”
Arthur gets more angry, growling and showing his teeth to him like a vicious dog. “Are you saying that I’m not funny?” He leaned on Thomas even more, popping his second button. It clinks and drops on the floor.
Thomas had little room to look and move around as Arthur was slowing pinning him down to the couch. He could start to see his exposed fat furry belly that weighs him down. It felt like bags of rice on top of him. “Maybe to you, but I just think you need new jokes.”
“These were new...back in the 30s. I’m an old toon Thomas.”
“I know. Can…you get off please? You’re getting too heavy on me.” He grunts and presses his hands on Arthur’s belly.
“Sorry.” He said, getting off of him and gulping down more candy to forget about Thomas. The candy made the rest of his buttons pop, revealing his entire belly.
“Thank you.” He huffs and sits up right and watches the show with Arthur more, this time without commenting. “Did you finish that second bag?”
“Yeah.” He pats his belly as his belt pops off, making him sigh in relief as he has more space to breathe. It also reveals slightly more of his pants. He then frowns. “I’m not...getting fat am I?” He concernedly asks, poking his soft belly.
“Of course not.” Thomas lies to him. “I think you are getting stronger. I bet you can lift up cars and elephants if you eat more.” So he gives him the third bag to eat.
“Heh. Y’know I did that in one of these episodes.” He realizes how big his butt has gotten and how much space he’s taking on the couch. “You sure I’m not fatter?”
“Nah. It’s just growth, we get it all the time.” He was making up everything to make Arthur feel like he was getting bigger and stronger like some sort of sumo wrestler or something.
“Huh, great!” He believes him, unfortunately. Arthur still eats more of the candy from the third bag, growing more fatter and blobbier while watching more episodes. His suspenders cracked and popped off from his stretched out trousers as they flew in the air and slapped back onto Arthur’s exposed fluffy fat belly. “Oh! Looks like I need new suspenders.” He laughs about it nicely and wraps his arm around Thomas, pulling him closely to his fat body.
Hour 4:
Another hour later, Arthur was now taking up most of the space of the couch, his clothes stretched and tightened as they were in near-bursting mode. The big fat dog munched on the treats, his fat growing so much so quickly that Thomas was practically stuck in the couch, as well as himself. His arms and legs were thickening so much, that his trousers and remains of his shirt looked as if they were going to rip apart mere seconds. Arthur lets out a mean belch before realizing that he finally ate all the candy from the third bag, throwing it to the side with the other two bags. “Say Thomas. I finished the third bag. Do you have any more?”
“No, that was all. But if you’re still hungry, I can see what other sweets we have.” He suggests to Arthur as he pushes himself out of Arthur’s fat. With a pop, he gets out of the couch and has a hard time standing as he was numb from the thighs. That’s how squished he was on that couch.
“Yes please, thanks.” He cheerfully says, belching again. “Come back quickly though. Don’t want you to miss this episode!”
“I won’t.” He wishes he could but if he takes too long, Arthur would just bark and tell him to hurry up. So he goes back to the kitchen, remembering about a chocolate cake that he nor Shawn has eaten yet. It was in the fridge and he sees that no pieces were taken, not even a single crumb. He carefully takes that cake and brings it over to Arthur, placing it right on his belly for him to grab. “I got you a chocolate cake.” Usually dogs couldn’t eat chocolate, but since Arthur is a cartoon, he can eat whatever he wants without any problems, besides his gaining weight. He scoffs it down in one bite. He moans and groans a bit as the sounds of tearing from his clothes.
“Oh god. Nnnnghhh!” He grunts very hardly before his clothes shred with a gigantic ripping sound, leaving him only in his underwear.
Thomas now has the best view of Arthur’s underwear, seeing at least fifty pictures of his own face on the underwear. He couldn’t help but to laugh again. “AHAHAHAHA! Your underwear!”
Arthur blushes more as he had nothing to cover up his underwear. He growls quietly at Thomas and says “Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep laughing. I got a mouth that says I can eat a human being.” So it was true that he can eat humans like Thomas.
“Ahh, that’s good.” He said as he finally stopped laughing. Thomas doesn’t want to sit down on the couch, not wanting his legs to be numb again.
But of course, Arthur finally looks at himself, realising the weight he had put on for the past few hours. “AAAAAAHH!” He screams in terror, looking at his large fat belly and thick wide arms.
Thomas’ plan has finally worked, Arthur is a huge fat dog who probably couldn’t get off of the couch for days. “What’s the matter? Found out that you’re a fat mutt now?” He begins to tease him, feeling like he has the power now. Thomas then pats Arthur’s big fat fluffy gut, making it jiggle and wobble.
“Give me a mirror, now!” Arthur demands angrily at him.
“Ok then.” He grabs a mirror from a desk drawer and gives it to the big dog.
Arthur became speechless as he saw his own reflection. His round cheeks, the size of watermelons and that rounded flopped neck of his with double chins like tacos stacked together. “My face! I-I’m- I’m so chubby!”
“Well that’s what candy and chocolate cake does to you fatty.” He was mocking him even more, laughing at him for being fat.
“You!” He points his fat finger at Thomas. “You made me this!” Arthur was furious, like Shawn when Thomas disobeys him.
“Hey, it was the only way I could get out of watching more of your terrible show. It really sucked and now I can finally be free.” Arthur is livid and wants to destroy Thomas. He tries to get out of the couch, but struggles to. “Anyway, enjoy getting your fat butt stuck to the couch while I do my work. Might as well stay up late and sneak out, hope that boils you since you’re an overprotective fat dog like Shawn.” He was starting to regret his words as Arthur pops out of the chair, and stands with a booming thud. He looks down at Thomas with a grin that says you’re mine now. Thomas was in shock that his plan didn’t work, only to make Arthur bigger and movable still. “But...I thought you were supposed to be immobile!?” This wasn’t the plan at all for him. Did he not stuff him enough?
“I’m a toon Thomas. I can carry my own weight, I’ve been bigger than this before. I was just stuck.” He explains everything to him.
“So…..how screwed am I right now?” He gives out a weak smile as he was being loomed over by the big fat husky.
“I’ll give you an example…. You like my underwear, eh?” He asks, patting and rubbing his thighs.
“Well yeah.” Thomas bluntly answers. “Having you wear your own merch is funny? Is it not?”
“Well… How about you like to be as close to them as possible?”
“Ummmmm.” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Arthur flops right on him, using all of his weight to trap Thomas under his belly. “Oof!” He lets out. Thomas couldn’t get out of his belly, even if it felt soft.
Arthur lets out a nice loud belch and his belly growls from his stomach aching problems. “Are you enjoying this?”
“No.” He weakly lets out. At least he now had a very good view of his underwear, but this was too close. “Get off of me you fat mutt!” He orders him.
“You like my underwear now!?” He shouts with a howl.
“Still hilarious.” He grunts and chuckles a little. “Don’t tell me you’re still angry at me.”
“Look at what you did to me! I can’t fit in my clothes anymore...because they’re ripped to shreds!” He sheeks so badly that it was hurting Thomas’ ears. “Now I’m stuck in only my underwear!”
“But at least I watched your shows.” He said back. The two looked back at the TV to see that the series had finally ended. Thomas didn’t even know what happened since he was so distracted by Arthur’s behavior. When thinking about the show and Arthur, he got an awesome idea. “I believe you could use this as a reenactment for a new episode. In fact. I think your new show should be Arthur the Fat Cartoon Husky.” He was giving Arthur a great idea for his career, being a famous fat cartoon who eats pies and belches like a fat pig. The reason why Arthur thought about it was because Thomas could watch it once it's released.
“Hmm...tempting...what about my clothes?” He asks, looking down to see his almost exposed fat body.
“You’re rich right?” Arthur has a least a million dollars, so yeah he’s rich. “You can always hire people to make bigger clothes.”
Arthur takes a second to smile, picturing what his life could look like. “Alright! I’ll do it!” But his smile goes back to a serious look. “But you’re staying under there until Shawn gets back though.” He tells the pinned human.
“Of course. Like an overprotective fur.” He sighs as he gives up and accepts his fate under Arthur’s big fat belly or as Arthur would call it, belly jail. He knows very well that Arthur would teach Shawn about this which means that he’s going to be trapped under big bellies for the rest of his life.
Arthur sloshed his belly and rubbed it to comfort himself and to ease his bellyache. “Hmm...I could get used to this.” He says himself, starting to enjoy being fat as it was going to change his life around.
imaperson001 with his character Arthur the Cartoon Husky__________________________________________________________________________
It was a rainy day outside which meant that Thomas was stuck indoors. He didn’t have to go to work today since it was Sunday and he wasn’t in the mood to go into the rain. Shawn was still on his trip overseas and tomorrow he was going to come back so Thomas had one last day to enjoy getting some alone time away from him. He says inside his house, doing the clean dishes until the doorbell rings. He looks at the door at the front door and goes over to open it, revealing a black and white cartoon husky with an umbrella. He’s wearing a buttoned up shirt with trousers.
He has a very serious look on his face before he throws away his umbrella and excitedly shakes Thomas’ hand with a large grin on his face. He then barges his way into the house. “Well howdy dowdy there! The names Arthur! I’m gonna be your guardian for tonight!” He greets himself to the human.
“Oh boy, and I thought this day couldn’t get any stranger.” Thomas said as he now has a talking cartoon husky in his house. “So let me guess, you’re overprotective like the others?” He asks, assuming why Arthur is here.
“Overprotective?” Arthur asks, not understanding what he means by that.
“Well yeah. Last time, I had a llama that ate me and a spider that put me to bed. Knowing how you said guardian-” He wanted to keep going on, but it was just a waste of time since he’s gonna deal with it. “You know what? Welcome to my house Arthur.” He welcomes him lately. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“What a polite young man you are, I must say.” He sounds like a gentleman from the twenties that he saw in old movies. “Hmm...you got any ink?”
Thomas stares at the cartoon husky in a confused way. “I’m sorry?” He asks, wanting him to explain what he asked. Usually, he’ll offer water or soda but ink?
“I’m a cartoon. I basically run on it.” He answers as if it was normal for him. “Plus it tastes good.” Arthur adds in.
“Oh, I don’t think I have any ink, sorry.” Unless he were to give Arthur his pens that are full of ink or a printer with ink cartridges, he has no ink whatsoever. “So what should we do on this rainy day?” He changes the subject to not go too deep with why he loves ink.
Arthur smiles as Thomas was ready to spend some time with the cartoon husky who’s a foot taller than him, same height as Shawn. “Well...I am a toon after all. I actually have a classic cartoon series, and I’m always looking for people to watch it!” He says, eagerly to show Thomas his show that he adores very much. “I brought a few of the DvDs!” He pulls out dozens of DvDs from his jacket like some sort of dealer. “Also that Shawn guy said I had to look after you, so you kinda have to stay here and watch it.”
“It’s been a long time since I watched cartoons. I also never heard of your show before, might be interesting.” So Thomas brings Arthur to the living room, showing him where the disc player is at for him to put the DvDs in. “Did Shawn tell you about me?” He asks, wondering what the dog told the other dog.
Arthur bends down to put in the first disc of his shows. “Yeah. From what he said, you seem like a good kid.” He answers honestly as he turns on the TV and changes the input to the disc player.
“I’m an adult first of all and that’s all Shawn told you?” He raises an eyebrow, wondering if Shawn had told Arthur about his late nights, sneaking out of the house, and not even wanting to get done with his work.
“Well...he said you...were a bit overworked...which is why he called on me! He knew I could entertain you some way! So, he told me to force you to watch my show.” He takes Thomas to the couch and makes him sit down.
“And there it is.” That is what he was waiting for. Shawn hates it when Thomas worns himself out, brings out his mother mode inside him. He knew that he was doomed from the start. He was just about to do some work before Arthur came in and stopped his plans. So he has no choice but to watch the show with him. It was on episode one and Arthur wraps his arm around Thomas to make sure that he won’t get off the couch.
During the episode, Arthur hysterically laughs at his own jokes. It was kinda scaring Thomas a bit. “Are you enjoying it? Also, fun fact: that pie I got thrown at my face was cherry. It was amazing.” He licks his face like he had some on his face.
“Yeah...it’s funny.” He lies to him. Thomas wasn’t really liking it. The jokes were too bland and it really didn’t have any dark humor like the videos he watches online. Of course, then there’s that laugh that Arthur makes like he thinks that he’ll remember this for the rest of his life, which might be true. Thomas had no chance of escaping and is now trapped on the couch with a tall cartoon husky. He wouldn’t risk being eaten if Arthur eats humans like Lusky the llama. If that didn't make it any truer, Arthur’s belly growls in hunger.
“Oh man. I forgot to eat something this morning.” He whines and rubs his belly. Him doing that was giving Thomas a PTSD moment with Lusky the llama. Arthur looked at Thomas with puppy dog eyes and asked, “Hey Thomas, can you make some popcorn for me please?”
“Well I guess so.” He said, emotionlessly as he gets up from the couch and goes into the kitchen to make some popcorn for Arthur, the buttery kind instead of kettle corn. Arthur pauses the show so he would make sure that Thomas would watch the rest of it. It only took two minutes to make the popcorn and pour it in a bowl that he had laying around. Thomas comes back to the living room and gives the bowl of buttery popcorn to Arthur who was licking his lips.
“Mmmm, thank you Thomas.” He thanks him and takes a piece. “So good. I’m also glad you like the show. I knew you’d enjoy this!” He unpauses the TV and keeps munching on the popcorn. The noises he made makes Thomas wonder if he was like Scooby Doo, a talking dog who enjoys food in a satisfying way. “Better not eat too much of this Popcorn always goes straight to my thighs.” He said as he was eating more, very ironic.
Thomas looked over at Arthur in surprise, he was actually telling the truth. The dog’s thighs and belly were bloating up a little as if that popcorn had more calories than what the label said. This also got a lightbulb in Thomas’ head to light up. If he could remember, Shawn couldn’t move an inch after he ate everything at the all-you-can-eat buffet a month ago. Thomas had to use his friend’s pick up truck to take Shawn back to the house. If he were to make Arthur immobile, he could be finally free to do what he wants for the whole day. “Say Arthur, why don't I give you some candy to go with your popcorn? Like you’re at a movie theater.” He suggested it to him, trying to get Arthur tricked into his mischievous plan.
“Huh.” He turns his head at Thomas. “Yeah! That sounds great!” He agrees with his suggestion, happy about it. “Do you want any too?”
“I’m good really. I like to stay thin- I mean give them to my guests.” He had to re correct his sentence so Arthur wouldn’t know that he was trying to make him fat. Before Arthur could change his mind, Thomas got off the couch and went back to the kitchen again. He remembered that he got three bags of candy inside his pantry. He takes those three bags out and takes them over to Arthur for him to eat. “Here they are, three bags of all the candy you can eat.”
“Gee, all these sweets are amazing!” He said excitedly.
“Yeah they are. You can eat all of them if you want.” He opens a bag for him and plops it on his lap while the other two were on Thomas’ side.
Arthur practically chugs a few of the sweets as he pours them from the bag down his mouth. “Thanks Thomas, these are great! Ooh, be quiet, I’m about to lose my job! In the episode I mean, not in real life.” He chuckles, knowing that he’ll never get fired.
Arthur keeps on swallowing the candy, letting his belly and thighs grow in fat. It was starting to feel tight on him because of his clothes, but the dog didn’t bother or complain about it. “I hope you don’t get bellyaches.” Thomas jokingly says, part of a foreshadow that will come soon.
“Hey, don’t worry about me, just watch my show!” He said it in an aggressive way as he gulps down more candy.
Hour 1:
He was halfway through his bag of candy after watching the first two episodes of his show. Arthur was lucky enough that he didn’t choke as he laughed at his own jokes. Thomas still didn’t find it any funnier than what humors him. Arthur’s belly rounds out like he was a male pregnant dog or just ate a rabbit or two. His clothes didn’t rip apart, but who knows what the limit is? The cartoon dog adjusted his seating since his butt had grown five or ten pounds of fat. Maybe he would notice his fat growth soon which worries Thomas a lot. “Burrp! Man, you really saved these candies for me, haven’t you?” Arthur said, slowing down on his eating. He could feel his sides sticking out an inch or two, but he just thought it was something else. “Is it me or does my butt feel big?”
Thomas looks down at Arthur’s butt, seeing it at the size of half basketballs. “No, it looks fine to me. I think you feel that way because of how long you sat on this couch.” He kept on lying to him, making Arthur believe him even more.
“Hmm, could be.” So he continues to devour the sweets in his paws and his belly bloats up more and more.
Hour 2:
The next hour, Arthur finishes the bag of sweets. His belly was the size of a basketball, stretching his shirt some more as his thighs were even tighter in his pants. His butt got bigger and fatter and his face had a double chin with round cheeks. And as the foreshadowing comes, Arthur was getting a bellyache. His belly growls and churns as the dog whines and moans to his pain. “Urgh, my stomach is not feeling too goo- ooh, I remember filming th-this one! Urp!” He gets distracted by the show that he ignores his bellyaching.
‘Told you that you’ll get a stomachache.” Thomas chuckles a bit as he pats Arthur’s round belly, only to make the dog belch more.
“UUUUURRRP! Alright, y-you can stop that. Argh! It hurts….can I have another bag?” As if that wasn’t the problem in the first place.
“Sure thing fatty.” He teases him as he tosses the big fat husky the second candy bag.
“I’m not fat! I’m quite thin!” He was oblivious to his growth as he chews more sweets. But he still moans and rubs his belly. “Urp- keep watching, it’s funny! This is the series finale, I gotta change the disc after this one.”
“I will.” He sighs at the end, being tortured to watch the boring show. The plotline was messy and the character’s voice wasn’t even acting the right way. He wanted to get out of this and the only way is to make his guardian fat as he is now. After the series ends, Thomas sighs in relief to know that it’s over. “Finally, it’s over.”
“I know right! Finally, the villains have been dealt with!” Arthur says, getting the wrong impression of what Thomas meant. “I’ll put the next DvD in…” He slowly stands up from the couch, his whole body jiggling like jello before waddling to the TV. He grabs the case for the second DvD and as he bends down, he hears a sudden rip.
Thomas watched as he saw Arthur’s trousers tore apart from his butt, leaving a nice big hole. “Did you just…..” He holds his hand to his mouth, trying not to snicker as much.
Arthur’s face turns red like a tomato and sweats. “Uhh.. it m-must have shrunk in the wash.” Arthur still doesn’t know, or doesn’t want to admit, his weight gaining.
Thomas could clearly see a bit of Arthur’s face on the underwear he was wearing, like a merchandise. This was enough to make him laugh so much. “That is so funny! HAHAHAHA!” He laughs heartily while Arthur turns around in embarrassment.
“What are you laughing about?” He should know because his pants are torn.
“Are you wearing underwear with your own face on it? That’s amazing!” He kept on laughing, his face turning red as Arthur’s.
Arthur remembered about the underwear. He’s always wore underwear with his face on it, even to the point that he keeps forgetting that he was wearing it in the first place. He was feeling a bit silly now, but annoyed. “Well, thanks for thinking it’s funny, but laughing right now isn’t the best for me.” He finishes putting the second disc in and waddles back to the couch. He sits down, trying to hide the tear by wishing to not get up again.
“Sorry.” Thomas apologies, leaning on Arthur’s fat side as the dog eats more candy.
Arthur felt the human laying on his side, bothered by the fact that it felt so weird to him. “Why are you leaning on me?” He asks.
“You’re soft, that’s why.” An answer that doesn’t need any explanation, Thomas didn’t want to get off of him.
“Well, alright.” He accepts the offer. “I do have to look after you.” He plants his fat paw on Thomas’ back, rubbing it smoothly and soft. So the two watched the second DvD of Arthur’s show as the dog kept getting fatter and fatter from the bag of candy.
Hour 3:
In the next hour in the middle of the show, Arthur swallows down practically half of the bag, not noticing how much his clothes, or even the couch was creaking. Thomas was a bit worried that he was going to break the couch as it was an expensive one. Of course that wasn’t the only thing that was threatened to be breaking. Arthur’s clothes were stretching even more, leaving gaps in his buttoned shirt and a very tight belt. “Mmmph, these are so good!” He chews more of the candy, his buttons on the verge of explosion. “I love this episode, you gotta watch it!”
Thomas was just waiting for his clothes to break instead of watching the show more. If lucky, he could see more of Arhur’s underwear. Looking back at the show, Thomas couldn’t take another episode as they were just worse than the last. “When do these shows start being funny?”
As if a record player scratched, Arthur’s world collapsed as Thomas asked something about the show, judging it’s humor to be exact. “Sorry?” He said angrily towards Thomas, offended by what he said. He leaned forward to him, creating enough pressure to pop his bottom button, as it flew across the room.
“Whoa!” He lets out as he wasn’t prepared to focus on the button popping and shooting out. It hits the floor with a clank and slides on the hardwood. After that, he goes back to explaining his opinion. “Well, I’m just saying that it’s not getting any funnier.”
Arthur gets more angry, growling and showing his teeth to him like a vicious dog. “Are you saying that I’m not funny?” He leaned on Thomas even more, popping his second button. It clinks and drops on the floor.
Thomas had little room to look and move around as Arthur was slowing pinning him down to the couch. He could start to see his exposed fat furry belly that weighs him down. It felt like bags of rice on top of him. “Maybe to you, but I just think you need new jokes.”
“These were new...back in the 30s. I’m an old toon Thomas.”
“I know. Can…you get off please? You’re getting too heavy on me.” He grunts and presses his hands on Arthur’s belly.
“Sorry.” He said, getting off of him and gulping down more candy to forget about Thomas. The candy made the rest of his buttons pop, revealing his entire belly.
“Thank you.” He huffs and sits up right and watches the show with Arthur more, this time without commenting. “Did you finish that second bag?”
“Yeah.” He pats his belly as his belt pops off, making him sigh in relief as he has more space to breathe. It also reveals slightly more of his pants. He then frowns. “I’m not...getting fat am I?” He concernedly asks, poking his soft belly.
“Of course not.” Thomas lies to him. “I think you are getting stronger. I bet you can lift up cars and elephants if you eat more.” So he gives him the third bag to eat.
“Heh. Y’know I did that in one of these episodes.” He realizes how big his butt has gotten and how much space he’s taking on the couch. “You sure I’m not fatter?”
“Nah. It’s just growth, we get it all the time.” He was making up everything to make Arthur feel like he was getting bigger and stronger like some sort of sumo wrestler or something.
“Huh, great!” He believes him, unfortunately. Arthur still eats more of the candy from the third bag, growing more fatter and blobbier while watching more episodes. His suspenders cracked and popped off from his stretched out trousers as they flew in the air and slapped back onto Arthur’s exposed fluffy fat belly. “Oh! Looks like I need new suspenders.” He laughs about it nicely and wraps his arm around Thomas, pulling him closely to his fat body.
Hour 4:
Another hour later, Arthur was now taking up most of the space of the couch, his clothes stretched and tightened as they were in near-bursting mode. The big fat dog munched on the treats, his fat growing so much so quickly that Thomas was practically stuck in the couch, as well as himself. His arms and legs were thickening so much, that his trousers and remains of his shirt looked as if they were going to rip apart mere seconds. Arthur lets out a mean belch before realizing that he finally ate all the candy from the third bag, throwing it to the side with the other two bags. “Say Thomas. I finished the third bag. Do you have any more?”
“No, that was all. But if you’re still hungry, I can see what other sweets we have.” He suggests to Arthur as he pushes himself out of Arthur’s fat. With a pop, he gets out of the couch and has a hard time standing as he was numb from the thighs. That’s how squished he was on that couch.
“Yes please, thanks.” He cheerfully says, belching again. “Come back quickly though. Don’t want you to miss this episode!”
“I won’t.” He wishes he could but if he takes too long, Arthur would just bark and tell him to hurry up. So he goes back to the kitchen, remembering about a chocolate cake that he nor Shawn has eaten yet. It was in the fridge and he sees that no pieces were taken, not even a single crumb. He carefully takes that cake and brings it over to Arthur, placing it right on his belly for him to grab. “I got you a chocolate cake.” Usually dogs couldn’t eat chocolate, but since Arthur is a cartoon, he can eat whatever he wants without any problems, besides his gaining weight. He scoffs it down in one bite. He moans and groans a bit as the sounds of tearing from his clothes.
“Oh god. Nnnnghhh!” He grunts very hardly before his clothes shred with a gigantic ripping sound, leaving him only in his underwear.
Thomas now has the best view of Arthur’s underwear, seeing at least fifty pictures of his own face on the underwear. He couldn’t help but to laugh again. “AHAHAHAHA! Your underwear!”
Arthur blushes more as he had nothing to cover up his underwear. He growls quietly at Thomas and says “Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep laughing. I got a mouth that says I can eat a human being.” So it was true that he can eat humans like Thomas.
“Ahh, that’s good.” He said as he finally stopped laughing. Thomas doesn’t want to sit down on the couch, not wanting his legs to be numb again.
But of course, Arthur finally looks at himself, realising the weight he had put on for the past few hours. “AAAAAAHH!” He screams in terror, looking at his large fat belly and thick wide arms.
Thomas’ plan has finally worked, Arthur is a huge fat dog who probably couldn’t get off of the couch for days. “What’s the matter? Found out that you’re a fat mutt now?” He begins to tease him, feeling like he has the power now. Thomas then pats Arthur’s big fat fluffy gut, making it jiggle and wobble.
“Give me a mirror, now!” Arthur demands angrily at him.
“Ok then.” He grabs a mirror from a desk drawer and gives it to the big dog.
Arthur became speechless as he saw his own reflection. His round cheeks, the size of watermelons and that rounded flopped neck of his with double chins like tacos stacked together. “My face! I-I’m- I’m so chubby!”
“Well that’s what candy and chocolate cake does to you fatty.” He was mocking him even more, laughing at him for being fat.
“You!” He points his fat finger at Thomas. “You made me this!” Arthur was furious, like Shawn when Thomas disobeys him.
“Hey, it was the only way I could get out of watching more of your terrible show. It really sucked and now I can finally be free.” Arthur is livid and wants to destroy Thomas. He tries to get out of the couch, but struggles to. “Anyway, enjoy getting your fat butt stuck to the couch while I do my work. Might as well stay up late and sneak out, hope that boils you since you’re an overprotective fat dog like Shawn.” He was starting to regret his words as Arthur pops out of the chair, and stands with a booming thud. He looks down at Thomas with a grin that says you’re mine now. Thomas was in shock that his plan didn’t work, only to make Arthur bigger and movable still. “But...I thought you were supposed to be immobile!?” This wasn’t the plan at all for him. Did he not stuff him enough?
“I’m a toon Thomas. I can carry my own weight, I’ve been bigger than this before. I was just stuck.” He explains everything to him.
“So…..how screwed am I right now?” He gives out a weak smile as he was being loomed over by the big fat husky.
“I’ll give you an example…. You like my underwear, eh?” He asks, patting and rubbing his thighs.
“Well yeah.” Thomas bluntly answers. “Having you wear your own merch is funny? Is it not?”
“Well… How about you like to be as close to them as possible?”
“Ummmmm.” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Arthur flops right on him, using all of his weight to trap Thomas under his belly. “Oof!” He lets out. Thomas couldn’t get out of his belly, even if it felt soft.
Arthur lets out a nice loud belch and his belly growls from his stomach aching problems. “Are you enjoying this?”
“No.” He weakly lets out. At least he now had a very good view of his underwear, but this was too close. “Get off of me you fat mutt!” He orders him.
“You like my underwear now!?” He shouts with a howl.
“Still hilarious.” He grunts and chuckles a little. “Don’t tell me you’re still angry at me.”
“Look at what you did to me! I can’t fit in my clothes anymore...because they’re ripped to shreds!” He sheeks so badly that it was hurting Thomas’ ears. “Now I’m stuck in only my underwear!”
“But at least I watched your shows.” He said back. The two looked back at the TV to see that the series had finally ended. Thomas didn’t even know what happened since he was so distracted by Arthur’s behavior. When thinking about the show and Arthur, he got an awesome idea. “I believe you could use this as a reenactment for a new episode. In fact. I think your new show should be Arthur the Fat Cartoon Husky.” He was giving Arthur a great idea for his career, being a famous fat cartoon who eats pies and belches like a fat pig. The reason why Arthur thought about it was because Thomas could watch it once it's released.
“Hmm...tempting...what about my clothes?” He asks, looking down to see his almost exposed fat body.
“You’re rich right?” Arthur has a least a million dollars, so yeah he’s rich. “You can always hire people to make bigger clothes.”
Arthur takes a second to smile, picturing what his life could look like. “Alright! I’ll do it!” But his smile goes back to a serious look. “But you’re staying under there until Shawn gets back though.” He tells the pinned human.
“Of course. Like an overprotective fur.” He sighs as he gives up and accepts his fate under Arthur’s big fat belly or as Arthur would call it, belly jail. He knows very well that Arthur would teach Shawn about this which means that he’s going to be trapped under big bellies for the rest of his life.
Arthur sloshed his belly and rubbed it to comfort himself and to ease his bellyache. “Hmm...I could get used to this.” He says himself, starting to enjoy being fat as it was going to change his life around.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Husky
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 3 B
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