Fat and proud

In a firm voice you yell, "No! I am proud of my fat appearance and will do nothing to help it or change or do anything to it!"

The wolf looks at you. The wolf himself is incredibly thin and muscular, with a bulging six-pack of abdominal muscles. "OK, fatty, it's your choice." Then in a flash, he jumps on your back.

"What are you doing?", you yell.

"Since you're so much fatter and bigger than me, I think I'll ride you - like humans do horses."

"But I don't want you to ride me!" You struggle to get him off your back, straining to twist around, roll on the ground, do whatever it takes ... but to no avail. Your huge belly anchors you to the floor, its immovable, swaddling mass smothering your attempts to contort your body.

"Ha! You can't get rid of me that easily, Fatty!", calls the wolf from somewhere on your back.

"Don't call me Fatty!", you snap back. "I have a name, and it's -"

"Yes, your name is Fatty!"

Written by Edge (edited by wanderer)

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