Last month, we decided we would try something a little different! Three years ago, we aimed our sights on Wolf O'Donnell becoming the biggest name- by weight- in the galactic mercenary game in a story called Shore Leave. Now, as a bit of a sequel, three years of gluttonous indulgence later, Wolf believes it's Fox's turn to get some gravitational pull. Enjoy, and see how Fox gets grounded on Big Stories now!

Art by  silver-stag

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Three years ago, Wolf O'Donnell had joined forces with Fox McCloud to take down a criminal empire and reap the rewards of infamous space pirate Angus Cromag, a notoriously, hugely fat criminal. Wolf O'Donnell himself had grown huge enough to impersonate him, and, after all the pampering Fox had given him, he wouldn't have it any other way. Every pound of excessive weight and blubber piled on to his frame, every decadent meal he had spent Cromag's money on slipping down his ever-hungry maw, all while maintaining a control of the smuggling and mercenary enterprises Cromag had built across the known galaxy— it was the sort of retirement that most mercenaries and pirates could only ever dream of. Wolf wouldn't change a thing; especially with Fox at his side. Well— there was perhaps one thing he would change.

Over three years, Wolf had plumped up into a huge, asteroid-sized parody of his old self, almost entirely submerged in the hefty layers of fat he had accumulated, with a belly that could crush arwings under its weight and an enormous rear that could— and often did— smother Fox six times over. He had come to love a lot of living life large; but Fox's constant quips and teasing, that had started to wear. Despite the fact Fox had been carrying around a butterball gut himself, looking like a round little moon stuck in Wolf's orbit, he had never stopped teasing Wolf about his weight. Some more rational people might consider, perhaps, talking to their boyfriends— even going on a diet. But Wolf was too rich, too powerful, and too hungry to do the rational thing.

"Hey, pup!"

Before Fox could properly react, Wolf's gut hit him like a meteorite, pinning him against the wall with a tidal wave of blubber, eclipsing his own gut entirely.

"Wolf! What do you think you're doing, you planet-sized—"

Wolf forced a slice of pizza into the fox's mouth, smirking as he hefted up a stack of pizzas. "Can't let you stay this size any more, Fox. You're gonna need General Pepper's flagship to haul you around when I'm done with you."