Birthdays were something anyone could enjoy, especially those who loved having their friends over, with food instead of presents. This of course led the already large raccoon to reach what he felt was an all too desirable state of immobility, feet just short of the floor, a gut sticking out so far he would never be able to reach it. He sighed contently, wriggling into his fat, relishing the temporary cleanliness his friends granted him between his cakes. A lick of his lips and he squirmed, arms nearing a state of uselessness with all the weight they carried, and being stuck at a constant 45 degree angle. He was fat and loved it. A thought came to him though, sneaking into his gluttony hazed mind… What flavour should he ask for next?…

So, a very fat pink raccoon had a birthday today! So, i drew him up a present. Was fun to draw! :3