"Dammit, dammit, dammit. The readers are getting antsy... I've not put out an article in a MONTH! They need more of their beloved Queenie. But nothing has caught my eye, and I'm not going to just slop some boring news onto one of MY articles. I give readers quality reading." The German Shepherd muttered to herself.

Alexis Winters, known to 99% of the population as merely Queenie, tapped the pen against her jaw, peering at the blank page in her large notebook. Little doodles of flowers and smiley faces border the lines, which taunted her with their irksome blankness.

Queenie paced the busy sidewalks, brushing shoulders with many other folks; big, small, cute, ugly, fat, skinny. These people, she thought, all have their own little stories. As she walked, she often thought of a brief headline for each person as they went by.


“Local Buffalo Sues Buffalo Wild Wings for False Advertisement”


“10 Foot Tall Giraffe Woman Marries 4 Foot Tall Chihuahua”


“Oversized Squirrel Facing Predatory Charges”


Finally, something caught her eye, barely in her peripheral vision the other side of the street. Her jaw dropped and the article began to write itself in her head.


“Morbidly Obese Vermin Serves as Pet to Feline Family”


The sight was almost scary. What she figured was an opossum waddled horrendously slow a few feet ahead of their far less overweight Master. Was it a boy or a girl? She didn't know, but she scribbled the thought into her journal as she eyed the pair. Was it naked?


His belly sagged low over his crotch, threatening to cover his knees, already being swallowed up by lumpy thigh fat. Alexis heard the poor thing pant and wheeze from this side of the road. It didn't help his coat was scruffy and overgrown on top of all his blubbery insulation, a sign of general neglect. On a day with 90° weather, no less.


Around his neck was a collar which was attempting to sink and hide itself in a fold of neck fat which bulged over and under the straining material. His owner held the leash attached to it, one paw on the leash, the other holding up his phone.


As they finally passed, she realized that it wasn't naked, but rather in a pair of lacy panties, likely with a series of X’s behind that Large. Even then, with the opossum's tremendous rear end, the material was nearly gone between each cheek. Both dimpled mounds of fat quivered and wobbled endlessly as his waddling gait drove him forward.