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That Not So Lean and Hungry Look, Part 2 (by Volkenfox)
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Hera blindly pawed in the general direction of her alarm clock until the incessant blaring finally stopped. Bright red numbers reading 5:37 shone through the darkness of the room, prompting her to let out an annoyed groan. If it were up to her, she'd roll into work at 11 AM every day. But she would have time to do that when she retired, and she didn't get to where she was by doing anything in half-measures. Duty called.
Propping a pillow-like arm on the mattress, Hera rolled onto her side and pushed up until she was sitting upright. Little shots of pain all over her body—between her upper arms and breasts, her chins and her shoulders, her belly and lap, between her thighs—revealed buried places where her fur had been worn thin and the skin was growing irritated. She'd have to do something about that... after breakfast, of course.
It took four rocks for Hera to get the momentum to stand up; up until last month, three had been the standard, but it seemed those days were behind her. Her wide behind lifted off of the bed, and after a brief stop in the bathroom, she lumbered to the kitchen for some breakfast. Hunger was tying knots in her stomach, and she didn't even bother throwing anything on top of her rapidly-fraying 3XL underwear, lest it delay her arrival in the kitchen.
Thankfully, Carla had already been up for an hour, and on the table lay plates piled high with pancakes, waffles, biscuits, bacon, sausage, and half a dozen different styles of cooked eggs—seven, if you counted the egg whites in the three whiskey sours. Carla briefly locked eyes with her employer, and the chihuahua briefly hoped to see something resembling approval. Instead, all she saw was a disgruntled glare from the caracal.
"Miss Welles, everything alright?"
"That's it?!" snapped Hera. "Do you want me to starve?! You have no excuse..." she paused to take a breath mid-tirade, "to not know this by now!"
"Of course, Miss Welles! I will make more now!"
"Good, and don't... skimp on the sausage." Hera gingerly lowered herself onto the bench-like stool in front of her dining table, taking a moment to get settled and make sure none of her rolls were piled up uncomfortably. Pudgy fingers darted down with surprising speed, grabbed a biscuit slathered in butter and jam, and stuffed it in her greedy maw like it was the first thing she'd eaten all week. As soon as her hands were free, they snatched up another pastry, and that disappeared in her mouth as quickly as the first one.
This would be enough to hold her over for a while, hopefully 'til lunch.
The second image commissioned from
volkenfox by 
chonkcatcentral featuring our shared OC. For Hera Welles, it's lonely at the top. While neither her heart grew nor her stony exterior softened with age, plenty of other parts of her grew and softened. Decades of ruthless corporate leadership, backroom office politicking, and constant conspicuous consumption have taken their toll on her body, and now she's far more of a fat, alcoholic glutton than her mother ever was. But for Hera, this is almost a point of pride—after all, it means she's truly outperformed her mother in everything.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Feline (Other)
Gender Female
Size 3823 x 3121px
File Size 1.42 MB
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