First off, yikes, first thing I've posted in YEARS. I gotta do this more often--I'm just so daunted by posting what might be stupid stories that I avoid it. But I commissioned this INCREDIBLE comic from  kyrgzp . Please visit his page and give him more work to do--I'm absolutely amazed at how he made my long-time fantasies real with this comic! I'll be posting little story annotations for each page. Enjoy, and big flipper hugs!

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Steam billowed out from the bathroom as a huge, meaty flipper foot plopped out. Royce hummed pleasurably to himself, always loving the occasional hot shower, despite his arctic tendencies. It felt good to be clean and refreshed after a long work day, and he felt in general good spirits, especially with his soft terry cloth robe to wear.

He stopped in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom and took a good long look at himself.

58 years old. 357 pounds. 6 foot, 5 inches.

He couldn't help but smile. There was something about himself that he just sincerely loved. A sort of pride that didn't go into the toxic realms of narcissism, but was enough to make him perfectly content with pretty much all that he was.

His smile grew broader as he looked into the reflected walrus and breathed deeply, the robe puffing out as his belly swelled within, then deflated again.

Tonight was going to be for himself. All for himself.