Hey everyone. Here is just a teaser and the first page of the next sequence I worked on with Volkenfox. I am still working on the prompts to the next 12 parts, which I hope to upload all at once right before Halloween. I am also trying to finish a commission as well.

Please note that this will be the last illustrated story that will be done in the $2 dollar tier, as after this it will all be in the new tier that I am creating for illustrated stories/comics/sequences .

Anyway, this story will have a lot of weight gain (all female), BHM stuff, slob, flirting, a little intelligence loss (not much), and a rethinking of values.

I hope you enjoy and once again thanks for all the support. The full story will be on my Patreon page.

https://www.patreon.com/Jakejmj27

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/volkenfox/

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“What do you mean I’m outside of your territory? You’re fucking Triple A”, Tamara Hopkins yelled as she kicked the door to her passenger side door, annoyed that the operator was giving her such a BS line. “You are supposed to service everyone who was a member, how could you have areas you DON’T go to?”

The tigress was beyond frustrated, she was furious. She was ready to reach through her brand new iPhone 12 and claw the operator’s eyes out. She didn’t care if she was speaking to a water buffalo, she was going to beat the shit out of her. This was entirely preposterous.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m going to file a fucking complaint, you better believe it.”

She put the phone back into her pantsuit pocket and growled. Her trip was supposed to finish up in Tallahassee later that night, but it looked like that was not going to happen now. Instead, she was stuck in some “hick town” in the back woods of Georgia, apparently that was in the middle of no mans land for the alleged most reliable roadside service in the country. The steam coming from her engine was very ominous and told her that she probably had a major problem on her hands.

Looking around, Tamara took note of all the furs walking towards the entrance to a State Fair. To the soon to be new underwriting associate at Scosha and Associates, this was beneath her. She was a sophisticated tigress from a wealthy family, both her parents having attended Harvard Business school and expecting all of their children to do the same. Tamara had not disappointed and had graduated in the top 1% of her class, which while impressive, was not as impressive as her parents or older sister.

Still, she had many job offers and one of them was for a real estate firm in Florida that dealt with loans and foreclosures as well and was offering her a good salary to start off. Since it was too pricey in New York City, and she would be getting no help from her parents, the fur thought of this as a good career move, one that would let her go off on her own and make a name for herself.

As she glanced at the fairgrounds, she just shook her head. She hoped Florida wasn’t this bad as she saw people yucking it up, spitting on the ground, and generally doing whatever they wanted as they walked around the fair with not a care in the world. Tamara groaned and picked up her fancy phone once more.

“I bet this place goes through tens of thousands of pounds of food a weekend with all these fatties roaming around. I mean Jesus, this is disgusting”, she thought to herself as she looked at a couple of obese porcupines munch on kebabs. She was truly out of place.

The soon to be underwriter opened her google app and typed in towing near me and found the number for a “Dale’s Towing” and tried calling it. It went straight to voicemail. She looked for other places near by, but most were at least 20 miles away and she knew that they would probably have the same excuse as Triple A.

With nothing else to do, Tamara decided it was probably best to check out the fair for a little bit and keep trying this Dale person, hoping he would pick up soon so she could get out of there.

“Last thing I want to do is be stuck in this place”, she muttered to herself as she locked the doors to her car and set off towards the entrance.