You laugh a little as you stretch, poorly, your gut pressing out your overalls, your one piece denim suit just seems the easiest way to keep your bulk in tow. Your body wobbles as you walk, slowly. As you approach a a small group of little people You stroke your enormous gut, earned from eating countless things, of countless types. Your furry belly is a temple, a temple of doom. Many furs have remarked that you don't have the most appropiate hygine, and you notice that most of the other big guests are avoiding you politely. The fact that you find your own smell quiet useful, a show that you care not for the feelings of others, and your too lazy to clean yourself daily. You look down at the humans, a mixture of men and wemon, there heads at roughly your crotch level. you step over one man and knock him down with your crotch, smiling smugly
You Look around and notice your fellows looking hungrily at the smallers, you grin and pat your belly "Heyas, I'm going to just take some snacks and get a little me time. YOu smile down at the humans "Who wants to play with me? Who wants to go in a room with tons and tons of teddy bear" You growl a little meanicingly
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