Drew huffed. Doing his best to grasp around the tube, he found difficulties placing his thumb on the inner ring. To his chagrin, the fat around his belly was making it hard to get a good grip on the tube.

"Oh, for the LOVE OF!" Drew tried tugging again, but his belly was jammed into the pipe. "SERIOUSLY?!"

Looking around, Drew saw that there was no one nearby. He could at least save himself the embarrassment and call for some backup... but how did this even happen? He'd been getting so close to capturing the Fluffmaster red handed. The shady werewolf jumped into the oddly-shaped pipe with ease. "How'd that !^%#$% werewolf even fit?!"

Drew gave another tug. "He's fatter than me and I can't even get through..." One last tug caused Drew's hands to slip, lodging himself deeper into the pipe. "Crap. I can't get out either."

Reflecting back, Drew longed for the days where he didn't have to wear a 4xl shirt to work. Ever since he started this case, he'd been battling with serial weight gains caused by the Fluffmaster. The most recent serial fattening, however, seemed to stick with him. Try as he might, his usual methods for losing the weight didn't work. He'd manage to shed only a single pound or two... only to gain five pounds back. It's almost like his body was fighting him to keep itself fat.

Drew gulped. "Is... is it permanent?"

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Drew ©  lockjaw-totoknight

Art / Fluffmaster ©  pikminpedia Me