*The enormously obese slob lays there, bloated and too full to move. Eating all that food was serious work and now he's soaked in his sweat; stinking even more then he normally does. He grunts as he feels the need to get up but is unable to even sit up, let alone stand. Thus he grins and lays there, whizzing into his damp sweatpants and making a huge, smelly pool around himself. His fur and sweatpants soak up most of his bear whizz, the rest forming a lagoon around him; mixing with his sweat as well. He lays there for hours, wallowing in his obesity and his stench.*
*The fatty pizza pig thought this was just another routine delivery, though he had never visited this particular customer. He was quite surprised to be greeted by an enormously obese and rather smelly bear. It didn't really matter though, he just wanted to make this delivery and get his money. Unfortunately for him, he was only able to accomplish the former. Instead of being paid, he was pulled into the enormous bear's smelly embrace and before he could react, he found himself staring into slob's warm, stinking maw. He instinctively squealed but his protests were quickly silenced by the glutton bear's growls and deep, disgusting gulps and swallows. Soon the fat porker found himself being crammed into the hot, wet and horrible gullet; the bear gleefully removing his tight, sweat soaked uniform. It took only a matter of minutes of cramming, pushing and swallowing, though to the pig, it felt like long, torturous hours. Eventually, the unfortunate swine was shoved into the fat bear's stomach; a wet, disgusting and gurgling sac where he would spend his few last hours. He did struggle, pushing at the gluttonous slob's belly and making him groan in delight before he finally weakened. The obese bruin soon laid down and began to enjoy the pizza; it messily rained down on the doomed porker along with gallons of the bear's slobber. Thus, the fat slob relaxed, full of pig and pizza. He took a moment to admire the pig's oversized delivery uniform before groaning in sheer delight; the feeling of being so full of food and happy.* Wonder what's fer dessert.*The enormous slob bear lays there, wallowing in his own obesity as he feels so utterly sated. He pats his bulging and still squirming gut as it gurgles loudly and disgustingly.* Uuggh...so much food...*He breathes heavily and loudly, rubbing over his bulging gut happily and eying the fat pizza pig's sweaty clothing* Huuuhuuu...he was a fat one.
*The huge, fatass slob bear takes off his glasses as he prepares to sit down. He eyes the chubby rushin curiously, wondering if the little critter is going to withstand being sat on by tons of fat, sweaty slob bear. Crytus looks up in awe, his field of vision completely taken up by the immense, wide load bear.*
*the enormously obese and sweaty bear finally sits his wide load rump down; almost engulfing the chubby rushin under thousands of pounds of lard. He can feel and hear the ground buckle and crack under his tremendous weight and he can only imagine what Crytus must be feeling. His warm, smelly sweat immediately splatters outwards and forms a lagoon beneath them. Crytus screams as he's covered in more slob bear lard then he ever thought possible. He's lost all feeling in his body now; all he can feel is the weight of the fatass slob over him; pressing down upon his small body. His eyes water as his sense of smell is assaulted by the stench of the lord of the slobs. Soon the rushin realizes that he's soaking up the blubbery bear's sweat as well, the heat and stench from such a massive bear behind is almost causing him to pass out. He gags as the flabby bear relaxes over him and knows that Tolstoy is enjoying being such a huge, fatass slob bear. The rushin squirms but his efforts are met by bulging, stinking, wet bear lard and sweatpants. He isn't going anywhere for some time.*
*The enormous bear's gut gurgles loudly and moments later he winces and releases a thunderous, earth shaking fart! Hot gas pours out of his enormous rump, causing his sweat laden sweatpants to flap wildly; releasing hundreds of pounds of his stomach air. His suspenders snap and fly over his shoulders, splattering more sweat over his immense belly. Gas continues to rush out of him, raising the temperature of his surroundings and cloaking the area in a horrid, greenish haze. His wet, stinking socks fly off his fat feet and begin their long, intercontinental journey. All the while Crytus is trapped at ground zero and can do nothing as he's blasted with hot, smelly bear gas. His fur is saturated with sweat and he's completely overwhelmed by both the bear's smelly lard and now his horrible blast. Seismic sensors are set off in distant lands as the world suddenly becomes aware that the lord of the lard has farted.*
