With the recent success of his interview of a known journalist, Glenn decided that he would celebrate by throwing a small party with some furs from the company and friends. In order to prepare, he ran or more of a waddling in between a limousine ride and getting the items and other essential party planning items; among which a better looking wardrobe. Having been rising up in the ranks of the plus-size modelling world, even going as far as building notable cult following; among other life events, and getting a bonus to boot, tonight was a better time as any other and then some. With the day turning into dusk and eventually night, the moogle was as prepared as one could be. Guests weren’t due to arrive for another hour or so, giving Glenn plenty of time to take things slow and get ready. Attempting to wrap the towel around his lower half, proving nearly useless as it only reached the inner part of his thigh. It wouldn’t have mattered at that point anyways, as his belly was drooped enough to cover it partially and any fat around that area would’ve shielded it. If one wasn’t enlightened or didn’t know, one would’ve mistaken Glenn as a very fat toddler.



Failing in this attempt, Glenn simply let the towel drop to the floor. He waddled back into his bedroom for a change of clothes, finding that his wardrobe fitting snugly, but knew that eventually they would be unbearably tight and would be getting more. With that out of the way, the moogle waddled into the kitchen for a snack, meeting his hired chef’s for the occasion. Glenn reached up to give the chef a pat on the back, well lower back area anyway; having earned enough from his salary, and even being able to afford some lovely additions to his large apartment. a doorbell rang as someone on the other side pushed it, signalling the start of the party and the snack on hold…for now.



Many furs came through, in many different shapes and sizes. Being those of close friends, people from the company, and of some other models; including a certain jackalope. Once everybody arrived and thus were greeted by the rotund moogle, the party kicked off. Furs enjoying themselves and each individual congratulating Glenn personally on his success that he’s achieved and how far he’s coming along into his modelling career. After a while, one fur in particular, Baxter, the panda bear who was the one who hired him rang a class to get everyone’s attention; succeeding.



“I’d like to make a toast to Glenn; this young fur has shaped up to be quite the model in his inspiring climb to the success he’s achieved. Glenn, may you continue to achieve and inspire others to do the same, to Glenn!” Baxter said as he raised a glass, everyfur following suit; causing the moogle to blush, being a bit intoxicated from the drinks, and all of the delicious food being eaten and sent into his gullet.



Eventually, the party died down and one by one the guests went home for the night. The guests, having enjoying the party and being happy for the moogle with a few deciding to stay longer with him. Though some sort of odd smooth talking and some persuasive actions, they got the moogle to strip down to nothing but his briefs; on the condition that everyone does the same. Glenn made a terrible mistake in choosing these particular pair of briefs, as they were two sizes too small and clung to his fat body like wet paper. As to what they wanted to do, one suggested that they watch a movie; an excellent idea considering the moogles TV. Everyone went to sit on either a couch or a nearby chair, with the couch creaking under the moogles bulk alone. But alas, in the wake of everyone sitting, they forgot the TV remote; being on the other side of the room and conveniently near said device.



Being the nice fur that Glenn was, he volunteered to get it unaware by the fact that the seat of his underwear had worn thin and could faintly be seen though. Getting on his hands and knees, as he didn’t want to simply get up, he crawled over to it and reached out. One of his friends got the bright idea of trying to coup a feel of that wide and large moogle butt. Quietly getting up with the others watching, he sank his fingers and hand into his buns and jiggled it, causing the aforementioned spot to rip. Glenn, still with his outstretched arm about to grab the remote, couldn’t help but tense up as he felt the breeze dabble onto his cheeks as well as prying eyes staring at his crack.

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I'm pleasently liking how this turned out so far.

And I hope that you all like it too.