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Obamon 2 - Meal 18

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Keywords weight gain 2436, fear 1306, fat fur 628, obamon 41
Meal 18


"I'm home," called Obamon as she returned to her home.  She spoke in her normal cheerful tone and appeared happy, but nothing was further from the truth.  Her act had become so habitual she found it almost impossible to act any other way around her home.  Her unexpected setback with Zane and the others made her more anxious knowing her other guests were on their way and they could come along and spoil it.

"How was your meal?" asked Snow happily.  "You are looking much more beautiful to me already."

"Indeed," agreed Dillon.  "The extra tons you just got really bring out your eyes."

"You can cut it with the flattery," she replied.  "I wasn't able to eat them all and now we have three on their way here.  Without teleportation it will take them a few hours to get back, but I'm sure it will be a lot sooner than we'd expect the way Zane must be feeling right now."

"Well, none of them will stand a chance once they arrive," stated Dillon.  "They won't stand a chance against us."

"Yeah," agreed Snow.  "We're fierce, uh, for a kitty and a bunnydillo."

"Thanks, but I will not require your assistance for this matter," explained Obamon.  "I may not be stronger than them out there yet, but they won't stand a chance against me in my home.  As for you two, I have a very important task for you two to handle for me."

"What will that be Obamon?" asked Snow.

"I'll be getting to that," she answered.  "But first, have you completed Krystal's preparations?"

"Go see for yourself," replied Snow.  "I must say she went along quite easily, but then again anyone who is here breaks easily."

Entering the room to see, Obamon grinned at the sight before her.  Krystal was chained to the ground at her feet, but she didn't even look like she was intent on escaping.  There was a blank look on her face.  Attached for her muzzle was a feeding tube and attached to her utters was a milking device working on her full power.  It drained the milk into another machine, combining the milk with other chemicals.  From there, some was put into a huge storage unit in another part of the cottage while the rest was sent back into Krystal by the feeding tube.  Just by looking at the obese cow Pokemon it was clear the chemicals were enhancing the fattening properties.  Krystal was already many times more obese than before, well past the point of being mobile as his folds of fat covered over most of her legs and her rear was like a pair of large bean bag chairs.  Her gut towered like a mountain, blocking the view of her face along with the peaks, her massively swollen breasts.  Her uttered were also large and despite all the milking were so engorged with milk.  With each gallon she chugged, they only seemed to get ever more massive along with the rest of her.

"She is even more marvelous than I imagined," drooled Obamon looking at her guinea pig.  "Seeing the fat cow made her tempted to devour her right away, but needed her to continue producing her extremely potent milk for the upcoming guests."

"She is coming along nicely," chuckled Dillon.  "Fat and jiggly like a big bowl of jello."

"It is more than that," snickered Obamon.  "The chemicals are enhancing her milk to make it even more highly fattening than it already is and as she drinks it more it increases the effects ever more.  Before long she'll produce the most fattening substance in the universe, more than enough to render anyone an immobile blob in seconds.  Imagine the havoc I can create with such a stash at my fingertips."

"An excellently derpy plan," giggled Dillon.  "Uh, was Krystal glowing part of your plan as well?"

"Glowing?" said Obamon turning her focus back to Krystal and observing as he body occasionally glowed bright white and then faded before glowing again.  "She is indeed glowing.  Pokemon tend to do that as they evolve, but a Miltank do not have an evolutionary form.  At least, none that anyone knows of unless all those chemicals in her system are doing something to her.  It will be quite thrilling to see what she turns into, but by the looks of things, it will still take some time.  That is fine; I have plenty of time to kill."

"Like giving us our new jobs to do?" asked Snow.

"That's right," answered Obamon patting them on the head.  "I need you two to run some interference from those I put in the book.  I have a feeling that they might not be as lost as I thought they were and that would be problematic should they return.  I haven't heard from the Kills since they were sent in after them so I can only assume their loyalty was as fake as the love I give my guests."

"Well you can count on us," answered Dillon.  "We're too derpy to ever betray you."

"Indeed," agreed Snow.  "We won't let you down."

"As you are right now, you would," she explained. "I'm sure everyone else got tons stronger since I sent them in.  Just you two as you are won't stand a chance, but thanks to my little snack earlier I can power you both up with those I just ate."

"Nice," giggled Dillon happily.  "Super evil transformation for us!"

"I can't wait," commented Snow.  "I bet it is one of those tingly transformations."

Grinning, Obamon opened her belly maw from beneath her apron and put them into that maw, devouring them once again.  The mouth munched and made a big toothed smile before belching out their essence.  It floated around and made its way into the book, slipping into the pages.

"The end game is near," Obamon told Krystal.  Whether she was able to hear her or now was unknown, but Obamon poked and prodded her beefy body wishing she could have a taste.  "And in the end, I will be the only one to get what I want.  Still, I am not one to take chances."  Moving towards her kitchen, she got to work cooking."


"Are we still wandering around aimlessly?" asked Dragon Kill as he continued on his trek with Roo Kill, Van and Morris.

"Not anymore," answered Morris.  "We are going to that mountain of pizza in the distance."

"Why are we going there?" complained Roo Kill.  "It is too so far away and I cannot keep hopping like this.  My feet are getting sore."

"Because when all those other places exploded that was about the only area untouched," explained Van.  "Morris even sent Vic and Ivy to search around and all that was left in those areas was huge craters and you can feel that energy all over the place can't you?"

"Yeah it was that cosmic energy that freaky kitsune used," answered Dragon Kill.  "So what?"

"So, they are obviously up to something," stated Vic returning soon with Ivy.  "We did a sweep and it was just like you thought Morris."

"All over, tons of places have been wiped off the map," added Ivy.  "They were looking all over for the stones and looks like they just wiped out everything around them to check.  We don't know how many they found, but it looks like the destruction has slowed down."

"So either they got all the stones or nearly all of them by now," suggested Van.

"And what is the connection with the mountain?" asked Dragon Kill.

"The only thing that hasn't been touched yet," answered Vic.  "There has to be some significance as to why it hasn't been attacked."

"Maybe because it is made of pizza," suggested Roo Kill.  "We can smell it from here and they probably just want it eat it rather the blow it up."

"Too convenient an excuse," said Morris.  "Something must be important up there and we have to find out what."

"Seems you bunch are slightly more intelligent than a chicken with its head cut off," observed Cyrus who seemed to come out of nowhere.  "Fortunately for me, I never lost track of you for a second."

"You just saved us the time needed to track you down," retorted Van as his claw weapons sharpened.

"You plan to fight me?" asked Cyrus as he charged his attack.  "You are mistaken.  I did not come to fight you.  On a whim I allowed you to live and now that whim has passed and now you will all die."

Firing the cosmic energy from his palm, the attack hit right where the six were and burst creating a massive explosion.  It seemed that it was over before the fight even began, but then two things burst through the dust and smoke and made a v-line at Cyrus.  In a flash, he was slashed at with a mighty force.  If not for his power protecting him, Cyrus would have been cut to pieces, but the damage was already self-healing.

"We won't allow you to overwhelm us like you did last time," cried Morris while riding on Vic.  He had his crossbow at the ready, but quickly it crumbled in his hand and a composite bow reappeared in his hands, this one made purely of his magical essence, glowing bright cyan.  As he held the bow normally, an arrow of magic materialized in his fingers

"We'll beat you and avenge what you did to Tagmer," added Van.  The claws on his weapon surged with more power than he felt before.  He didn't see any change in them, but knew they had to have some new surprises in them.

"Unexpected," stated Cyrus.  "Overcoming your old limits from just your anger toward me alone.  Sadly, if you must improve your strength before fighting me it only means you didn't stand a chance before and I still doubt that will affect this battle either. You are doomed no matter what you-" Cyrus didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.  Morris silenced him with a magic arrow fired in his open mouth and right through his tongue.

"Give the monotone voice and logic a rest," said Morris.  "This is a fight and if you are going to ramble on you're going to lose a tongue."

"Damn," responded Van, both surprised and envious of Morris at the same time.  "That was the most badass thing I've ever seen in my life."

Cyrus removed the arrow from his mouth and broke it in his hands as his wounds started to recover.  He gave no response, but the look in his eyes showed he acknowledged Morris's words and their battle began.

"You think they forgot about us?" asked Dragon Kill amazed he didn't die from the attack.

"Probably for the best," replied Roo Kill equally amazed.  "Now we can get out of here before we have to get involved."

"I'm afraid you cannot run off so easily," said a voice familiar to them, their own.  They turned to look and saw Yoshi Kill and Bowser Kill were there.  In Yoshi Kill's hands was a piece of the stone Cyrus was after.  Despite their reunion, they didn't look like they were planning to join forces with them.  "It is time for all of us to becoming one being again."


Walking out the front door of the library, Wolfcub stared at the zombie hoard.  If they didn't look so appetizing then Wolfcub might have been afraid.  Draping her cloak over her body she vanished.  Still the zombies pressed forward to the library's steps.  There was a sudden flash as the first zombie on the steps suddenly was cut in half and its parts collapsed.  Its filling oozed out all over the ground and the other zombies looked down at it for a moment then returned to their shuffling forward.  A knife flashed and cut a few more down.

"Killing zombies never gets old," thought Wolfcub as she made her way down the steps and cleaved her way through.  The filling that poured out of the defeated zombies began to move like it had last time only now it all seemed to merge into one massive amount.  "But that will be a probably."  Just looking at the delicious filling was weakening her.  The sugary contamination from earlier was gnawing at her, urging her to eat, but she resisted with all her might cutting a path through the zombies.  The zombies were quick to give chase to the invisible carnage, swarming around her.  One managed to grab her black cloak and remove it revealing her presence to them all and ruining her element of surprise.  Wolfcub did her best to keep on fighting, but it was turning to a losing battle as they smooshed around her.  With all her might, she fought against them, but their sweet and sticky insides were gushing all over her, slowing her movements and making her all the more vulnerable.  Matters only got worse when the living filling made its way over to her, particularly her mouth aiming to give her a tasty and edible death.


"I haven't seen TV this good in ages," snickered Remgat watching Wolfcub's struggles.  Just the sight of her plight made drool ooze down his lips and show how orgasmic the unfolding events were for him.  "I simply must to get back to convincing TV execs to start an Execution Channel."

"Couldn't you just go and threaten them," commented Thomas who was still smooshed under Remgat's sole that reeked of many others who has been crushed by it.

"How do you think I've been convincing them?" snarled Remgat.  "Unfortunately, absolute evil does not have any effect on absolute stupidity.  Instead of listening to my brilliant idea they continue to air the worst crap they can find.  I swear the only thing I hate more the goodness is reality shows.  They are enough to make me retch."

"As strange as it sounds," admitted Thomas.  "I actually agree with you."

"So you do," replied Remgat.  "But that does not mean I intend to release you or your friend."  He turned his attention to Yure still trapped in his tight grip.  He noticed there wasn't any fussing like before and opened his grip to see the poor, blue kitten was broken.  He sniffled weakly, but seemed out of tears from all the crying he had been doing.  "The poor thing seems to have lost heart faster than I expected.  Such a pity.  I was hoping to torture him a bit longer."  Remgat took noticed of the Drag plush wrapped tight in Yure's arms and his grin grew bigger and toothy as more devilry came to him.  "He looks cute enough to eat, but I think I'll start with this little guy as an appetizer."

Carefully, with two claws on his free hand plucked the plushy from Yure's grip and dangled just over his snout.  Yure saw this and sobbingly cried.  "What are you doing to Draggy?  Give him back to me!"

"I suppose I could," snickered Remgat cruelly.  "But your pleading wails are like music to my ears and let's face it; I'm not a nice guy."  Opening his maw up wide, Yure saw his many sharp teeth, and could smell his breath that even reeked of evil.  Yure clutched his body already feeling those sharp teeth impaling him to death.  The terror made Yure cry and wet himself all over again, but to Remgat's sick delight.

"That's enough, Remgat!" shouted Thomas with all his might, but it only caused the titanic dragon to squish him harder under his foot hard enough to keep him from moving an inch, but not enough to directly harm him.

"Help us!" begged Yure as he watched Remgat let go of the plush and fall towards his massive mouth.  "Draggy please help us!"

In a poof of smoke the plushy transformed into the real Drag who was now plummeting to his unexpected doom.  It was only thanks to his larger size that he managed to cling to Remgat's snout and avoid the evil dragotaur's maw.  Remgat seemed stunned at this development, not expecting anyone to be bold enough to do such a thing unintentional or otherwise.

"What just happened?" asked Drag not fully aware of the situation.  "I was eating my big fish when suddenly I'm over here."

"Draggy!  You came!" called Yure overjoyed at his arrival.  "Now you can fight the big mean dragon monster guy."

"What dragon monster guy?" asked Drag suddenly realizing just whose nose he was stuck in.  "Eep!  Remgat!  Uh, long time no see."

"I will eat you, your soul, and your entire world for sticking your fingers where they do not belong," huffed Remgat in a happy to have a reason to be angry tone.

Knowing that Remgat couldn't possibly get any more furious than he was now, Drag decided the best thing to do was make an escape.  Filling his cheeks with water, he launched a surprise attack at Remgat's eyes blinding him with the pure clean water.    Remgat growled in response as she used an arm to wipe the water from his eyes.  At the same time Drag leaped to where Yure was, picked him up and ran before Remgat could close his grip on him again.  Once the evil dragotaur's vision was cleared up he saw Drag carrying Yure away.

"You won't get away from me," he snarled, taking the first few steps after them.  He stopped recalling Thomas was still there.  While he couldn't harm him he knew it was not a good idea to just ignore him.  "I didn't get a chance to use my psychic powers in ages.  How about a fantasy of total dread?"  His eyes glowed demonically as he glared into Thomas's eyes down into his soul.  Suddenly, he began screaming and crying in agony, his body flailing about as he experienced the worst torment possible.  Remgat wished he could witness it a bit longer, but once again work had to come first.


"Where did this thing come from?" asked Zane as the monstrous and formless creature emerged from the edge of the woods.

"Obviously, it is another of Obamon's tricks," replied Vincent avoiding several stringy tentacles attempted to grab him.  "And I think it is some sort of flying spaghetti monster."

"Impossible!" cried Jokull shaking fearfully as the creature's meatball eyes peeked out at them and began firing lasers at them.  "I didn't think even Obamon would use forbidden recipes of the Gods."

"Shows just how desperate she is to keep us away," commented Zane dodging the lasers and countering with aura spheres.  Despite his efforts and success to destroy sections of the monster's body more just appeared over its injuries.  "She must be in her end game and doesn't want us getting in the way.  I'd say we need to hurry and push on through, but with this flying spaghetti monster that option may not be feasible anymore."

"For all of us," remarked Vincent cutting at the spaghetti trying to grab him.  "But Zane, you are fast enough to make it through."

"But then what about you two?" asked Zane.  "My attacks aren't doing anything and it is just getting larger every second.  It might actually be immortal."

"All the more reason you should go," stated Jokull.  "We'll never get anywhere if we can't kill it.  There might not even be a way through it for much longer so you have to go now.  Don't worry about us, I just came up with a sure fire way to stop it once and for all."

"You have to go," agreed Vincent.  "Krystal is waiting for you after all.  Also, what is your plan, Jokull?"

"We eat it," he explained with a demonstration of grabbing a spaghetti strand and biting a chunk off that he quickly slurped up.  "How else do you get rid of food?  I just wish it was donuts, but it is a good thing Obamon is a really good cook."

"Very well then," responded Zane taking a deep breath to help him focus his aura and sense the path through the forest to Obamon's cottage.  He could see the flying spaghetti monster was already greatly infesting the forest and compared to what they saw clearing a path for Zane to get through was going to be the easy part.  "Just promise me that no matter what happens you'll save room for dessert because I am going to serve Obamon's head on a skewer and that's a meal nobody is going to want to miss."  Focusing his aura throughout every inch of his body, Zane pushed his strength, speed, stamina, and senses to their maximum level.  His aura glowed so powerful it doubled like a barrier, burning away the grass around him as well as any spaghetti that attacked him.  "Using my aura like this won't last for long.  Everybody, we have a God to kill!"

The three charged forward, Zane in the forward center position.  Seeing them move in so close, the flying spaghetti monster switched to the offensive attacking them with a wave of its body, oozing out from the forest.  Zane plowed through it all, his aura keeping him untouchable as he made his way into the forest while Vincent and Jokull dove into the monster and began eating like their lives depended on it.  Shortly after Zane left them, the path he made was buried by more spaghetti and even more surrounded the forest path like a web.  The monster then focused that part of its body on his two opponents and started wrapping them up in spaghetti.  They valiantly fought with claws, fangs, and hunger eating the beast with all their might.

At the same time, Zane ran so fast through the woods he appeared to be soaring.  His senses carefully sensed for any slight movement around him.  Even a light breeze shaking a branch made him turn and launch an aura sphere at it.  Every so often he had to change direction as the spaghetti attempted to ensnare him.  Already, Zane knew felt holes begin to form in his aura barrier.  Looking ahead, he could just see the house not too far off.  Seeing that made him run faster, but the flying spaghetti monster only became more dangerous and large.  He couldn't even take a step without stepping on it.  Its body relentlessly attacked him and managed to grab at his body, but Zane fought to get free.  The battle was getting too close.  Either he was going to make it out or be defeated here.

"Krystal!" he wailed forcing all the energy he could muster to complete the final few meters to the cottage.


"Had enough yet?" asked Cyrus as he stared at an exhausted Van and Morris on Vic and Ivy.  Cyrus didn't seem to have very many scratches on his body while the others were tattered and worn out.  It was difficult for Vic and Ivy to keep their altitude while holding all that weight too.  "I think it is clear that none of you can defeat me.  Surrender now and join me.  Is that not more logical than dying for nothing?"

"Why surrender when we're so close to winning?" asked Morris.  "Right Van?"

"Does my tail look okay to you?" asked Van.  "I think that last cosmic blast singed half of it off."

"See, you are so weak Van doesn't even have to pay attention," bragged Morris knowing it was desperation time.

"Just forget my offer and die then," responded Cyrus not amused by them.  He held out his hand for another powerful attack of cosmic energy to blast them.  Using a spray of arrows soaked in his magical energy, he managed to detonate the blasts prematurely and creating a smokescreen between them.  They flew through the smoke, but only Vic and Morris emerged out the other side.  Cyrus figured Van and Ivy were flying directly behind them to conceal them.  The second Cyrus would attack Morris they would parry around and attack him.  Waiting patiently, he bided his time.  With all the speed Vic could muster, he encircled Cyrus and fired arrows into his body.  Again, Cyrus saw through Morris's attempt to force him into attacking.  Though his arrows pierced his flesh, there was no magic in them and didn't even sting a bit.

"Had enough yet?" asked Morris slowing his pace so he was in front of Cyrus, but still attacked him.  Between every few words he shot another arrow into his stomach.  "How about now?  Or maybe now?  You have to be tired now?  Give up before I make you a pincushion.  You know you want to."

"So pathetic," stated Cyrus as he pointed a finger at Morris and fired a beam of cosmic energy at him, piercing his body and extending for miles.

"Gah!" coughed Morris as blood spurted out his mouth.  Vic had to help steady Morris to keep him from falling off.

"I can do that with very little effort," explained Cyrus.  "Yet all your best efforts are nothing to a being like me.  No matter what technique or spell you use or what plan you form it is all worthless with just third rate power."

"You sure about that?" asked Morris managing a smile.  "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Hearing his words, Cyrus realized what he meant.  He had expected to have hit Van behind Morris too, but now he realized he wasn't there and he had no idea where he was.  "Where's your friend?"

"I didn't know if my idea would work, but looks like that gamble is about to pay off," snickered Morris.  "How well are you versed at summoning?"

Cyrus's ears perked up upon hearing those words and he turned to look at his back.  Attached to one of those worthless arrows Morris had fired before was a Latias feather, Ivy's feather.  He knew he had underestimated them and there was no time for him to escape this trap.  Concentrating his magic, Morris summoned back Ivy and with her returned Van directly behind Cyrus.  They appeared in a poof of smoke and at that instant, Van's deadly claws stabbed into Cyrus's back through to his chest, electricity surged through the claws to even cell in his body.  This time it was Cyrus who was spitting up blood.  Not letting up, Van continued his assault, stabbing and slicing Cyrus, viciously decapitating his body to pieces.  Only once his pieces plummeted to the ground did Van stop.

"Think we got him?" asked Van tired from his attack and all the magic poured into them just to ensure they were effective.

"Normally I'd say overkill is enough," replied Morris before he aimed his bow and filled it with a massive amount of his magical energy.  "However, I don't know if such a thing exists with this guy."  As the arrow launched from the bow the magic formed into a large, ferocious shark that devoured Cyrus's remains before crashing into the ground.  When all the chaos dissipated, all that remained was the stones that Cyrus housed in his body.

"We got him," said Morris.

"We actually got him," replied Silverfang.

"We did it!  We beat him!" they shouted together as they went down to the ground and gathered up the stones.

"What about us?" asked Vic annoyed.  "Where would you be if we didn't let you fly on us?"

"Yeah," agreed Ivy.  "And as much as you both weigh it is a miracle we were able to keep you airborne."

"You did your part too," agreed Morris.  "And we need your help a bit more.  We need to get to that mountain of pizza as fast as you can get us there or at least as close as the rest of my magic can take us.  I'm running a bit low now."

"Alright," stated Vic.  "But next time you better have more for us to do beyond transportation."

"Don't worry about that," promised Morris.

"Hey, aren't we forgetting something?" asked Van scratching his head.

"I doubt it is anything important," replied Morris as they made their way to the Pizza Mountain.

It was a miracle that Wolfcub managed to fight her way through the endless zombie pastries and make her way into an abandoned bakery of all places.  Her clothes were in shreds after gaining so much more weight.  There was nothing she could do to keep the oozing filling from penetrating her lips and forcing itself down her throat.  In a matter of seconds it made her sugar sickness take hold and her assault of the zombies turned to a binge.  She devoured her way through the zombies who seemed more than eager to have her bit in them and suck out their insides and fill hers.  It was a total mystery to her how she managed to escape and hide in the bakery, but it gave her the chance to see the damage that was done.  The damage one did was nothing compared to what she was like now.  Her jeans and shirt were barely on her.  The pant legs were gone just leaving something more like a loincloth over her crotch.  Her shirt was hanging on my threads against her massively swollen breasts.  Her belly was soft and squishy like tons of fresh dough and she assumed her rear was in similar shape.

"If I ate too much more and I'd have definitely died back there," she said to herself.  Looking around she saw the bakery was filled with drums of toxic waste connected to a pumping device.  Following the pump it led over a pastry device to cover them with glaze.  Curiously, she turned the machine on and watched as donuts and other pastries started to be made and led to the glazer. As they were covered in the toxic waste they started to mutate and grow larger.  By the time they were at the end of the line they were now freshly baked zombies.  'Looks like I found out their origin.  A baking accident, but kind of lame that it was on account of a mix up of glaze with toxic waste."

The zombies groaned and began to approach her.  Once again, her desire to eat them began to surface and things only got worse when the zombies outside located her and broke in and surrounded the house outside.

"Need," panted Wolfcub fearfully.  "Need to."  The sugar sickness was taking hold stronger the before and it felt like she might not be able to return to her senses if she lost control.  She wanted to fight, but it was over before it even began. "Need to eat!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Obamon 2 - Meal 17
Obamon 2 - Meal 19
The eighteenth part of the loooooooooooooong sequel.

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Reizinho
4 years, 11 months ago
You stressed me so much in this one.<3 I love how helpless I look. Thankfully, my draggie came to the rescue.
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4 years, 11 months ago
Draggy will always be there to help his favorite kitty. ^^
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