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"I will make a move."

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Nick opened the front door, looking inside to see his best friend, George, laying on the couch with a swollen basketball belly on him, food smeared on his mouth, his shirt buttons looking as if they were about to pop, Nick, a german shepard, sprinted over to him, dropping the video game he brought over and sitting by George's side, "Dude, what happened? You look stuffed!"

George continuously moaned, adjusting himself to sit up a bit, but failing as he lay back down and rubbed his belly, "I am stuffed! Mmh..." he held his belly as it groaned loudly, churning as he let out a big belch, groaning afterwards, making a slight whimper.

George sighed, looking at his belly in the mirror, he rubbed, played, and jiggled it around, he sighed, "Wow... I really have gotten fat... But does he,

,really enjoy it?" Nick thought, constantly thinking about that moment they just had, "He really didn't,

,mind one bit?" he mumbled to himself. George knew it himself, he loved his fat. He wanted to be even fatter, but what would Nick say? George sighed, "What if I get even fatter and he's disgusted,

,that I'm turned on by his ever so growing fat?" he shamefully smeared his paws onto his eyes, "This is never going to work.",

,George told himself, holding his fat between his belly, jiggling it, "But just once, I hope..." Nick was thinking the exact same thing. "I hope that happens again. But when it does, I'll make a move. I will make a move."

But that moment never did happen again.

Not until they made the move.

WRITTEN BY. ** ThatOneFurry770**

"Hello?" George answered the phone, groaning as he had just crawled out of bed, rubbing his growling stomach and scratching an itching spot around the bottom of his gut, which was currently poking out from underneath a tank top.

"Hey there, buddy." a voice said from the other side.

George felt like he knew this voice, it sounded so familiar to him, "...Wait, who is this?"

"It's me, _Nick. Remember? The German__ Shepard?"_ the voice said to him, and this helpfully refreshed George's memory.

"Oh my gosh, Nick! It's me, George! It's been forever!" he laughed, sounding excited.

"It really has been forever, _"_ Nick said, almost shamefully, "nine_ years to be exact. I've been counting."_

George sounded shocked, "Have you really been counting?"

"Not necessarily, _"_ Nick sighed, "_ I just know how many years it's been."_

..."Hello?" the wolf answered the phone after pulling it from his pocket and pausing his current conversation with Lucas.

"Hey, Connor." the voice on the other end greeting the wolf.

"Wait, how do you know my name...?" Connor asked, suddenly having second thoughts, "...Is this Nick?!"

"Hey, you got me right!" Nick laughed, "Nobody else remembers who I am by hearing me because my voice got so damn deep."

..."It starts at 7:30 tonight, me, George, you, hopefully Lisa and Jack, at my place. I actually need some concentration right now so I'll email you the rest of the details, like my address."

"Alright, sure." Connor nodded his head, "I'll see you at 7:30!"

"Alright, see you soon." and they said their goodbyes, hanging up.

...The door swung open, and their favorite German Shepard was in the doorway with a bright smile, he look over his members, chuckling, "It feels so good to see you all again...!" ...He saw Connor, the white wolf, wearing his classic red jacket and black jeans, he smiles as the wolf came over to Nick and gave him a big hug, "It's so good to see you again, Nick! Oh gosh!" he sighed, resting his paws onto his shoulders, "You look so different!"

"Say that to yourself!" he said back, "You've got a scar on your cheek!"

He was then encountered by Lisa, a casual female blue jay, hugged him as Nick hugged back, Lisa could only look into his eyes, "Wow, Nick! You finally got a book published, huh? We all knew this day would come!"

the next friend of Nick's was Fred, a bear, with a round gut, which Nick also had a bit of a crush on, he hugged him, feeling his soft gut squeeze upon his softer one, Jack make a bold laugh, "It's good to see you again, buddy!"

Nick chuckled, hugging back, "You, too!" he let go from the hug, released, he pat Fred's fat gut, "You are still nice and fat, aren't you?"

Jack laughed, rubbing a paw onto it, "Yeah, I am! I don't know about losing it. I'm not one to work out!" he laughed, walking away, for the final friend to move up.

Nick walked up to him, sighing, "Well, here we are."

George chuckled, looking into his eyes, smiling brightly, he lunged at him and hugged him tight, sighing, "Here we are!"

Nick hugged him back, "I missed you all so much... I'm so glad I threw this party already."

Twelve episodes,

Nick laughed, "When we were kids, you loved staying up late."

"I know," George let go from the hug, "but now were adults," he looked into Nick's eyes, "we've changed."

The word change worried Nick more than it needed to, "Well, can't you stay a while? I mean, we haven't changed all too much! We still have time, right? When we were kids, we'd hang out all the time. Can't we do that again?"

George felt a bit strange by this, "Why? We just partied our hearts out! Wasn't that enough?"

Nick was slightly insulted, "Do you want it to be enough?"

"I..." George sighed, ashamed of himself for what he'd said, "...no, of course not."

"So," Nick gave him a pat to the shoulder, "wanna stay for another party?"

...The two kept watching the hour long premier until it had ended, Nick groaned, rubbing his eyes, shutting off the television and using a remote to turn all of the light's back on as they had shut them off for a more dramatic effect, "Wow... That was amazing..."

George moaned softly, rubbing his belly which was now stuffed and rounded, the buttons on his shirt tightened, "You got that *BEURP!!*... right!" he groaned, patting his gut, "Gosh, I snacked too much- again."

Nick got a sudden case of major deja vu, it was itching at him, killing him, for some reason, having only slight remembrance of what he was trying to get a full picture of.

Suddenly, it hit him, but he kept this to himself.

This was the time to make the move.

Nick stared at his gut, "Gosh, you look stuffed."

George laughed, rubbing his gut, "I _am _stuffed..." he groaned, his gut gurgling and making churning noises.

Nick sighed, blushing, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I do, only a little..." he sighed, trying to rest, "...but I'll be fine."

Nick made a bit of a goofy grin, "Maybe a belly rub would help?"

George looked at him in surprise, but nodded his head, "To be honest, it would."

Nick poked his gut, "Maybe it'd be good to take the shirt off?"

"What are you trying to get at?" George laughed hesitantly.

Nick scratched behind his head, "I just thought it'd be funny or cool or something..."

...he started to rub it again, feeling his doughy, fat flesh, shivering a bit, "Wow..." he started to rub it with both hands, "This feels so good... It's so warm..." he giggled, "and I can feel your gut rumbling under my paws..."

George moaned, letting him rub his gut freely, "Ohh, it feels good when you rub it, too..." he chuckled, hearing an even louder rumble come from his gut, a pleased one, his foot twitching a bit.

"You like it, tubby?" he teased, patting his gut.

George blushed heavily, "Very..." he belched loudly once more.

After the pants had been completely removed Nick just gazed at George's body, as he was now only left with his tight, bulging underwear, which throbbed suddenly.

"How did I make it this far?" the both of them were wondering at the same time, "He's/I'm only in his/my bare underwear, and clearly he/I has/have an erection... But this all feels to good to let it stop now... It can't mean nothing. I'm gonna make another move."

Nick reached at his bulging crotch, to find that George was already rubbing it, both of their hands resting upon each other.

The two stared at each other in the eyes, silent,

"I love you." they both said at the same time.

And they both went to kiss each other, successfully having their first kiss.

...Nick was sleeping peacefully, until he felt something rumble underneath him, he squirmed at this, and started to wake up.

He was laying atop George, who's fat belly groaned beneath him.

"It all really happened," he thought to himself, "it all actually happened."

, one library,

..."I need to get ready to go volunteer."

Lucas groaned, laying on the rest of the couch as Connor left the room, "I thought your volunteering was later tonight?"

"Not this time," Connor said, slipping on the shirt he stripped himself of, "things are starting to fall apart over at Henry's. Not many people go to Henry's anymore."

Lucas nodded his head, "It's true." he walked up behind Connor and hugged him from behind, "Why don't you get a new job? At a new library?"

"I don't know..." the wolf said, sighing to himself, "...I like Henry's. It's such a nice place. I can't just leave. It'd get closed or something... I don't want the place to be abandoned."

"How on Earth are you going to get that library what it requires before the decision has to be made? Eventually, they'll make that choice to shut it down or keep it open, what if you are already too late?"

"I'm gonna try, anyway..."

, one restaurant,

Connor and Lucas both entered the restaurant, the second they stepped inside wonderful smells and sounds of greasy fat foods and the smacking of eating burst into their noses and ears. Conversation, eating, and overall; FAT. This restaurant concentrated on a few things: fat men, fat food, fat fun. It's what it was all about. With every corner and inch they saw of the restaurant was eating, munching, stuffing. Almost every body in the room was either chunky, obese, chubby or maybe even thin, the ones who want to become like the others surrounding his smaller frame.

The place was called Stuff Em'z,

and now Connor understood why.

Connor laughed to himself, almost afraid of something, his face already feeling a bit red, likely because of something he had dreamed about, and holy crap here it was. He was about to take a step forward until someone tapped on their shoulders. The two turned around and they saw a squirrel, smiling at them.

_His name tag admitted his name as Mark. _

Connor gasped lightly, staring at the tag and then moving his eyes to the squirrel's.

..."Really quick, I didn't get your name."

The squirrel nodded his head, "It's Wesly Redwood, and you are Connor Crook, right?"

Connor knew he was referencing to his name tag, "Yep."

...The wolf shrugged, "We all moved away from one another. It was horrible, having almost every single friend you loved the most in the world, one by one, leave you because of sources you cannot control.

Wesly nodded his head, "I see. I once had to move away from a friend. Had a big crush on him, too."

Connor giggled, "Tell me about it."

"I haven't seen or heard from him in forever. His name was Mark, and he was a squirrel, like me. But had this basketball belly that I just wanted to cuddle against, you know? Chubby guys are awesome. They are always the nicest."

, one choice

leads to another.

Connor walked outside and started driving over to the Stuff Em'z restaurant. Once it was 7:40 PM, he saw Mark walk inside, although today was supposed to be his day off. He saw Connor and stood by his side, "So, why am I here again?"

"I'm going to help you with something." he said, with a bit of a grin.

Mark cocked his head to Connor, "What do you mean? I don't need help with anything." he shrugged.

Connor shook his head, "You must have forgotten about him."

Mark stared at Connor is slight shock, "Who now?"

...Mark looked down at his plate, "You ordered me food...?"

Connor sighed, "You'll understand why very soon... now get nice and full so this all works!" he said, patting Mark's tummy. Mark blushed softly, yet he_was_ hungry after being told not to eat anything. He ate his meal and ordered two more, eventually laying back in his seat, rubbing his stuffed stomach, moaning, "Jeez... uhfhh..." he belched loudly, "...Why did I need to do this again? Are you gonna feed me until I burst or get me nice and plump so you can cook me up?" he chuckled, patting his stomach.

The wolf walked and rubbed his belly, comforting him, "This isn't for me, although I do like this sexy belly of yours," he admitted, making Mark blush, Connor cleared his throat, "this is for him."

"Who the hell are you"- Mark was saying until the clock struck eight.

As a loud bell struck through the halls and dining rooms, someone was beginning to enter the room, a familiar figure- to Connor, that is.

Nick walked inside.

Connor nodded his head, "He's a fantastic friend." and as Nick stood aside the doorway, another person entered the room.

The other customer entered, "Why are we here?"- and this customer stared at the other, both the same species yet had different body figures.

It was Wesly who entered, and he stared at Mark and Mark stared at Wesly.

It took a moment before they both mumbled something, looked at each other closely, squinting their eyes, and Mark tried to stand up but he was too full to move, he moaned, rubbing his belly, as Wesly ran over and hugged the exhausted squirrel, "YOU AGAIN!!"

Mark was shocked for a second until he hugged back, "You too?!" he looked over Wesly's shoulder to see Connor holding a thumbs up.

Connor and Nick hugged for themselves as well, Connor whispering something, "Thanks so much for helping."

"Of course," he whispered back, "I love reuniting friends."

But there will be times a wrong move is made.

They were currently playing catch with the football, throwing it around to each other, making one and another "go long" and catch the ball from a longer distance. This time, Fred threw the ball, "Nick! GO LONG!" and the mutt ran as fast as he could to catch it, other wise Connor would have been there to retrieve it.

"...Almost got it..." *ch-chk!* "Come on, you piece of shit..."

"Come on, you almost got it!" Connor cheered as it was about to get into his range. As he realized he was likely to miss, Connor ran for the ball instead.

"STOP MOVIN'...!"

Nick lunged at the ball, as Connor was about to get it, Nick wasn't paying attention and accidentally tackled Connor.

*BOOM!!!* "...?"

The sound was a gun fire.

"Did anyone else hear that?" Fred said as he heard the sound echo through the area.

Everyone looked around for where it originated from, until he heard Connor scream, "OH SHIT!!! NICK!!!"

The gang rang over to Connor, as he moved Nick aside and pulled up his shirt, everyone gasped to find a bullet hole gouging blood out of the side of his stomach, Nick already unconscious... Unless this meant something else...

Everyone screamed in terror. Nick had been shot, and he was losing blood fast.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!!!"

"WHO THE FUCK SHOT THAT BULLET?!?!"

"WHAT HAPPENED TO NICK!!!!!"

George sat by his side, hugging him tightly, "Stay with us!! Stay with us!!! Help is on the way, Nick PLEASE!!!"

How soon will you make _your _** move?**

Nick's eyes began to rest and he went limp.

"...No...No, fuck no...Nick, don't do this to me...Baby come on!*sniff*NICK..! NICK WAKE UP...!Wake...Wake up!!! NO!!! NO, PLEASE GOD DON'T DO THIS TO ME!!!"

"NICK!!!"

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