(To continue the story with @nolanpolar)

Gulliver sighed as the controller finally slipped from his fingers. It slid lazily down the slope of his upper belly then bounced off the lower, clattering to the floor. The immense cowfox groaned as his eyes pulled away from the screen blinking “Game Over” and surveyed his plush mass. His paws cautiously roamed over the swollen new bulges and he felt his cheeks flush.

“Damn bear” he mumbled to himself as he tried to shift on the couch a little but found him self far too weighed down to make any headway.

Instead it seemed he might have crushed the springs beneath his 2+ cushin wide ass. The divot he now rested in was deep but comfortable and definitely didn’t encourage him to want to get up. As his legs shifted and he felt his enormous thighs drag against his underbelly and the couch all at once, he began to wonder if he COULDget up.

“Mmmf Nolan? Little help?”

The room was silent for all but the cooling fans on the game system. He looked around and gave a little whine. He was alone. Even the wrappers and dishes from all the bear had stuffed into him were gone. He gulped softly as he tried to shift again, to get a little momentum. He soon huffed in defeat though as his mass refused to cooperate, merely jiggling and wobbling but always settling back onto him. He pushed his paws into it a moment as if it were another fur he could shove off his lap. It just squished around his paws.

“Nolan??”

He huffed and grumbled.

“What’s that bear up to now?!”