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Sheriff Wylie's Golden Feast (Wylie Burp WG Story)
Long-awaited Story Request from 
AndrewTheWolf2018 The morph image is also by AndrewTheWolf2018
This story is a Weight Gain Story on Wylie Burp From American Tale 2. Man, I loved watching American Tale 2: Fievel Goes West a lot as a kid. But it's been a long time. So it was hard for me to remember Wylie. Still, I did my best for this story. It also helped that my requester was very descriptive. Anyway, hope you enjoy this story.
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Out in the wild west, was a small sleepy town called Green River. It was pretty much what you would expect for a small populated town. The town was filled with regular western folk. But down below the town lived some mice. Everyone in the town was protected by a law-enforcing Great Dane that goes by the name of Wylie Burp.
After taking care of the Cactus Cat Gang with the help of a young mouse named Fievel and teaching a cowardly cat to be like a dog, Tiger, the mice folk in Green River finally knew peace. But because of this peace, Wylie felt that there was no need for a sheriff. And he wasn’t getting any younger. Especially when it comes to dog years. So he believed that it was finally time for him to retire.
Today was going to be his final day on sheriff duty. So, he did what he usually did before he headed out and go someplace else to retire in peace. To be honest, he didn’t know what he would do after today. The whole “Leave town as you venture to the yonder while watching the sunset.” seemed kinda cliché. But he didn’t seem to mind if that was the case. As he was putting up his things, the last thing that needed to be put up was a black and white photo of him with Fievel and Tiger. It was taken after the defeat of the Cactus Cat Gang. It was a good memory. He then packed it with his other stuff.
“Alright. I believe that’s it.” The old sheriff said to himself.
While it looked like he was done, someone came over to report a problem. The person who showed up was another dog. A white and brown bulldog with a brown vest, a miner’s helmet, and an unusually sizable stomach even for a bulldog.
“Sheriff Burp! Sheriff Burp!” The bulldog shouted out frankly.
“Huh?” Wylie said as his attention was reached. “You know you don’t need to yell so loud. What do you nee...” Wylie stopped as he noticed how overweight the bulldog and his belly dragging on the floor. “Jeez, a bit much steak?”
“I…. can explain this.” The bulldog said while patting his belly.
“Well, I’m all ears,” Wylie said.
The two started talking. The bulldog said that he was a miner and found this cave that this…. Trickery gold or rather “Fool’s Gold”. The weird thing about this “Fool’s Gold”…. was that it was edible. Gold that you can eat? It was hard to believe. But the bulldog explains that it was the reason he was so…. pudgy. So, Wylie believed him.
“Edible ‘Fool’s Gold’, huh? In that case, why didn’t you stop yourself from eating so much?” Wylie asked.
“I don’t know. It was something about it.” The bulldog stated. “I just thought I should tell you about it in case other miners go through the same thing.”
“Fair point, even so, I need to see this cave for myself,” Wylie stated. “It may be my last day, but til then, I’m still sheriff.”
So Wylie asked the miner where the cave was. He gave him a map and he chose to check the mine at nightfall. By himself, with a lantern, Wylie began his investigation of the cave. The mining cave didn’t look that different from other ones. He decided to go further into the cave. So far, still nothing out of the ordinary. Then after a while, he saw a hint of gold shining that got his attention. It had to be the ‘Fool’s Gold’.
“That must be it,” Wylie said after seeing the glimmer.
He moved forward and found a pile of gold. But there was something odd about it. It was hard to believe, but the ‘Fool’s Gold’, it was all shaped like steaks. Like actual steaks. It even smelled like them.
“Well, I'll be. It’s definitely ain’t no gold I’ve ever seen.” Wylie said to himself. “Well, reckon the tubby miner was speaking the truth. When he said edible gold, I think think it would look and smell so good.”
Wylie didn’t know what it was about the golden steaks, but they looked so tempting. Whether it was the smell or the fact that Wylie really didn’t eat yet, it was something about it. Maybe that was the reason the miner got so fat.
“Uhhh… did he really have no control of himself?” Wylie thought.
Wylie thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have just a bit. So, he decided to take one quick bite. As he did, it was quite tasty.
“Hmm. It ain’t bad.” Wylie admitted as he chews the golden steak.
While he was eating, he neglects to notice that his belly began to slowly bloat up. Before he knew it, he was started to eat even more. Not even taking more time to investigate more. Including the warning sign about this. After a few steaks, he noticed that his belly began to touch the ground. Even so, he didn’t care, it was like he was losing his self-control and only just to eat.
The next morning, Wylie had gone a little bit overboard with eating all the steaks that he actually slept in the cave. All the eating resulting in him looking like he weighed more than a calf. He definitely weighted more than the miner. Finally waking up, Wylie was groaning and his bloated belly was sloshing around after his little ‘feast’.
“Uggghh….” Wylie went. “Really made a fool of myself for going overboard. Guess that’s why it’s called ‘Fool’s Gold’.”
Wylie then tried to get up which was a huge chore. He then did his best effort to just get up. Then, at that moment, he realized that it was supposed to be his last day on duty. He then quickly tries to leave the cave. He made it outside and quickly tried to head home, get his stuff, and catch his train. However, with his weight and him being late, the chances of him making it were…. smaller than he was. Long story short, he missed his train. It didn’t help that he left his money in his other vest. So, after feeling very tired and still fat, he lays on his back. This time, it didn’t seem like he was planning to get back up for himself.
“Well, this is a fine way to have my last day,” Wylie said as he patted his stomach.
Wylie was probably gonna be staying in town a little bit longer. Annnnnnd he might need someone’s help to get back up. Even so, he will admit that the golden steaks he had were some of the best food he has ever had.
AndrewTheWolf2018 The morph image is also by AndrewTheWolf2018This story is a Weight Gain Story on Wylie Burp From American Tale 2. Man, I loved watching American Tale 2: Fievel Goes West a lot as a kid. But it's been a long time. So it was hard for me to remember Wylie. Still, I did my best for this story. It also helped that my requester was very descriptive. Anyway, hope you enjoy this story.
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Out in the wild west, was a small sleepy town called Green River. It was pretty much what you would expect for a small populated town. The town was filled with regular western folk. But down below the town lived some mice. Everyone in the town was protected by a law-enforcing Great Dane that goes by the name of Wylie Burp.
After taking care of the Cactus Cat Gang with the help of a young mouse named Fievel and teaching a cowardly cat to be like a dog, Tiger, the mice folk in Green River finally knew peace. But because of this peace, Wylie felt that there was no need for a sheriff. And he wasn’t getting any younger. Especially when it comes to dog years. So he believed that it was finally time for him to retire.
Today was going to be his final day on sheriff duty. So, he did what he usually did before he headed out and go someplace else to retire in peace. To be honest, he didn’t know what he would do after today. The whole “Leave town as you venture to the yonder while watching the sunset.” seemed kinda cliché. But he didn’t seem to mind if that was the case. As he was putting up his things, the last thing that needed to be put up was a black and white photo of him with Fievel and Tiger. It was taken after the defeat of the Cactus Cat Gang. It was a good memory. He then packed it with his other stuff.
“Alright. I believe that’s it.” The old sheriff said to himself.
While it looked like he was done, someone came over to report a problem. The person who showed up was another dog. A white and brown bulldog with a brown vest, a miner’s helmet, and an unusually sizable stomach even for a bulldog.
“Sheriff Burp! Sheriff Burp!” The bulldog shouted out frankly.
“Huh?” Wylie said as his attention was reached. “You know you don’t need to yell so loud. What do you nee...” Wylie stopped as he noticed how overweight the bulldog and his belly dragging on the floor. “Jeez, a bit much steak?”
“I…. can explain this.” The bulldog said while patting his belly.
“Well, I’m all ears,” Wylie said.
The two started talking. The bulldog said that he was a miner and found this cave that this…. Trickery gold or rather “Fool’s Gold”. The weird thing about this “Fool’s Gold”…. was that it was edible. Gold that you can eat? It was hard to believe. But the bulldog explains that it was the reason he was so…. pudgy. So, Wylie believed him.
“Edible ‘Fool’s Gold’, huh? In that case, why didn’t you stop yourself from eating so much?” Wylie asked.
“I don’t know. It was something about it.” The bulldog stated. “I just thought I should tell you about it in case other miners go through the same thing.”
“Fair point, even so, I need to see this cave for myself,” Wylie stated. “It may be my last day, but til then, I’m still sheriff.”
So Wylie asked the miner where the cave was. He gave him a map and he chose to check the mine at nightfall. By himself, with a lantern, Wylie began his investigation of the cave. The mining cave didn’t look that different from other ones. He decided to go further into the cave. So far, still nothing out of the ordinary. Then after a while, he saw a hint of gold shining that got his attention. It had to be the ‘Fool’s Gold’.
“That must be it,” Wylie said after seeing the glimmer.
He moved forward and found a pile of gold. But there was something odd about it. It was hard to believe, but the ‘Fool’s Gold’, it was all shaped like steaks. Like actual steaks. It even smelled like them.
“Well, I'll be. It’s definitely ain’t no gold I’ve ever seen.” Wylie said to himself. “Well, reckon the tubby miner was speaking the truth. When he said edible gold, I think think it would look and smell so good.”
Wylie didn’t know what it was about the golden steaks, but they looked so tempting. Whether it was the smell or the fact that Wylie really didn’t eat yet, it was something about it. Maybe that was the reason the miner got so fat.
“Uhhh… did he really have no control of himself?” Wylie thought.
Wylie thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have just a bit. So, he decided to take one quick bite. As he did, it was quite tasty.
“Hmm. It ain’t bad.” Wylie admitted as he chews the golden steak.
While he was eating, he neglects to notice that his belly began to slowly bloat up. Before he knew it, he was started to eat even more. Not even taking more time to investigate more. Including the warning sign about this. After a few steaks, he noticed that his belly began to touch the ground. Even so, he didn’t care, it was like he was losing his self-control and only just to eat.
The next morning, Wylie had gone a little bit overboard with eating all the steaks that he actually slept in the cave. All the eating resulting in him looking like he weighed more than a calf. He definitely weighted more than the miner. Finally waking up, Wylie was groaning and his bloated belly was sloshing around after his little ‘feast’.
“Uggghh….” Wylie went. “Really made a fool of myself for going overboard. Guess that’s why it’s called ‘Fool’s Gold’.”
Wylie then tried to get up which was a huge chore. He then did his best effort to just get up. Then, at that moment, he realized that it was supposed to be his last day on duty. He then quickly tries to leave the cave. He made it outside and quickly tried to head home, get his stuff, and catch his train. However, with his weight and him being late, the chances of him making it were…. smaller than he was. Long story short, he missed his train. It didn’t help that he left his money in his other vest. So, after feeling very tired and still fat, he lays on his back. This time, it didn’t seem like he was planning to get back up for himself.
“Well, this is a fine way to have my last day,” Wylie said as he patted his stomach.
Wylie was probably gonna be staying in town a little bit longer. Annnnnnd he might need someone’s help to get back up. Even so, he will admit that the golden steaks he had were some of the best food he has ever had.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Male
Size 120 x 68px
File Size 24.5 kB
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