“Woah! Dude! Quit it! Stop! I said I was sorry! It wasn’t my fault! Ugh!” Tyler pleaded in an aggravated, complaining tone. It was more than justified, given how roughly his ‘friend’ was manhandling him. For a human, the guy was tossing him around with less care than some predators. Getting pulled around by his hair and his clothes only stirred up his urge to fight back; he knew Boston was upset, but this was too much! Though, as the situation continued, a small bit

She walked the hall with her head down, wearing her not unusual frown. One arm was occupied holding her textbooks, but the other was unfortunately free, idly poking at her belly as the bulge peeked out from under her shirt. “Peeked” being an understatement. She pressed into her bulk and watched it deform like dough, lightly grabbed a roll of pudge and pulled at it, watching her sea of orange and white fur wobble and jiggle.Her frown deepened. She hated being fat.*gurgle*Her belly rum