This is my part of a trade over when I deactivated my account I made for  Jasonmoore18 with his two characters Butters the cat and Berry the corgi

Butters and Berry belongs to  Jasonmoore18

As Butters tries to find something to eat, or drink since he found two large gallons of milk, he's faced with an angry fat corgi with the intention of taking him down for the milk.
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As the sun sets down and the moon shines up into the nightly sky, the good papa fat feline, Butters, was getting his alone time away from home. He felt as if he had the need to go for a walk around the alleyways at night, maybe going to see his papa friends again later or just hang around and eat some food from a nearby restaurant that throws away leftovers for him to eat. Though with him being hungry all the time, it’s what he’ll go for. Along the alleyway, he took a couple of stops and breaks due to his desire to scratch his butt as it was a bit itchy. “Gah, why won't it stop?” Not to mention that Butters had consumed a pound of catnip before his walk just because he also had the desire to do it too. He plants his butt on the brick wall, scratching it up, down, and side to side in hopes to relieve himself from this itchiness. It does give him the thought of what he can do if he ever spots a stranger in these alleyways, he would take and call them his kitten, playing that papa role he adores so much while using them as a butt and belly scratcher. “Mmmmmm, papa needs…..papa….” He can’t speak or think clearly with the relaxation of him scratching his butt. As the itchiness dies down, Butters continues his walk down the alleyways, away from the public places to not attract attention in case people assume he’s a stray feline. Later as his stomach growls for food, he lets out a soft whine. “Alright, I’ll get something to eat.” He complains while easing his hungry stomach. He uses his nose to try to find any scent that relates to food. At first, he couldn’t smell anything for a minute when with a few steps taken, he got a hit. Rather than food, he smelled milk, the good kind rather than spoiled. This brings a smile on his face as he follows that smell. Following the scent, he comes across this alleyway that he has never been through before, judging by the missing spots of cat fur that they would rub on the walls and on the floor. It was almost clean, if it wasn’t for all the trash and the broken glass in some places. WIth the scent getting closer and closer, he looks behind the dumpster to find himself two whole gallons of milk, still cold and refreshed. “Who would throw away such good milk?” Butter asks himself with a scoff. If he ever met the people who did this, he’ll give them a good squashing and demand to give him all the milk they had.

Just as he was about to pick up the first gallon of milk, a fat blue-furred corgi who’s about the same size shouts, “Hey!” Butters turns around and stares at the fat corgi from the way he had just come from, waddling towards him with heavy stomps and a huff of anger. “That’s my milk you got there!” He points, claiming the milk jugs as his. “I found them first!”

Now Butters knows who put them next to the dumpster, with full intention to belly, or butt, slam this fat and angry corgi. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see your name on it, fatso!” As if Butters wasn’t fat himself with that sarcastic tone he just let out.

A growl builds up in the corgi. With a closer look at him, he has a boater hat on his head with a flower attached to him, a purse that for some reason has on his left fat arm, and a small fluffy tail that could be hidden between those butt cheeks if he ever were to push it in through the crack. “You better step away or else-”

“Or else what?” Butters interrupts him. He’s not scared of him, though the corgi isn’t either. It’ll be like a nice sumo match for the two as Butters stomps his feet to the ground and crouches down like a sumo wrestler does it. “Why don’t you fight me for it?” Filled with confidence like how he’ll dream of having a belly filled with milk, he’ll do anything for those milk jugs.

The corgi stops his growl and raises his eyebrow at him. With a soft huff, he lets out a small smirk as he knows what’s about to go down. He also stomps his feet and crouches down, ready to fight. “Bring it on, cat.” It was Butters who charged first at him and the corgi just stood back up and raised his belly upwards as his defense mechanism. This just pushes the two away for a little bit with their bellies bumping into each other. Now it’s the corgi’s turn, now walking up to him to try to belly bump him. As Butters gets himself ready, the corgi thrusts his body back and then forward where Butters defends himself with his own gut. Again, it just knocks the two back by a little. Needing a new approach, Butters uses his fat ass, shaking and backing up. This makes the corgi do the same thing so he wouldn’t have the risk of being sat on. Jumping backwards to each other, they butt bump each other and both fall on the ground on their soft bellies with two loud thumps and oofs. “Are you cheating!?” The corgi accuses.

“No! I’m not!” Butters defends himself with that statement. As they stood up and turned around to face each other again, something didn’t set right for either of them. So far they’ve only knocked down themselves and neither fat pet has declared themselves the winner. They try again, starting with their bellies as one belly bumps and the other one uses their belly to block that bump. And this went on for a couple of minutes as they later realized it was useless. They’re the same size, same strength, same motivation, how can they win if they were literally copying each other? Slowly, they huff and puff as they begin to worn themselves out from this fight. “Hey….why…are you…so strong?” Butters asked, never seeing someone so powerful as him.

The corgi wants to ask the same thing and as a dog, he believed that most canines are practically better than felines. “I..don’t know….*huff*.....can we…take a break or something?” The corgi has enough of this fight and wants to rest right now.

Butters nods his head softly, sweat dripping down from his face, butt, and belly. “Sure…we can do that.” First time agreeing to something, the two fat furs sluggishly walk their way to a brick wall, sitting down with their backs on it, right next to each other. Butters looks over at the corgi, a bit impressed by how he was able to handle those belly bumps. “You know…I forgot what we were fighting for…” He said, patting his gut as it rumbled loudly. “Oh….right. Food.”

The corgi had no idea how hungry the feline had been. “Oh man…*wheeze*...you must be…starving.” If there’s one thing that this corgi doesn’t want is fighting a starving fat fur. He’d been in that situation before and he doesn’t want to be the jerk about it. Pondering his thoughts about it, he makes an important decision. “You know what, you can have the milk gallons.”

Butter turns his head over to the corgi again with a surprised and joyful expression. “R-really? You mean that?” It has been his goal all along.

“Yeah…I really didn’t know what I was going to do with those gallons of milk and it’s really mean to not give you any if your belly is empty.” The corgi gets up from the concrete ground and waddles over to the dumpster to grab the two gallons of milk. “I don’t know what I acted like that and I’m terribly sorry for it.”

With an apology coming from the corgi he was just fighting with, he also felt bad for acting rudely to him. “I’m sorry for calling you fatso.” This just makes the corgi chuckle with delight. “What’s so funny?”

“Honestly, it’s not a bad nickname due to my weight. It just…gives me this confidence that I’m so much bigger than those skinny furs.” He pats his gut like a drum so he can let it jiggle and wobble. The corgi sits back down in his spot again and hands the two jugs over to Butters for him to drink.

“Thank you.” He says happily while twisting the cap from the first jug. Dehydrated, he didn’t even want to take little sips as he places his lips on the top and chugs it straight from the gallon. With gulps that are loud and bulges of his throat going down like an elevator, it really shows how thirsty this cat was. The corgi wonders what he’ll do with food. As Butters chugs more and more of the milk, the corgi watches the feline’s belly swell up just a little bit. And he wasn’t stopping, Butters is tempted to drink the entire gallon in one sitting. “Mfh….” He groans, moving his fat thighs into a more comfortable position.

Once he finishes the first gallon, he takes his lips off of the top and lets out a grunt. “Dang…gruh…..that was…BUURRP!” He lets out a large belch with small wheezes at the end. “Mmfh! Seems like this milk did my….some wonders.” Now about a couple of inches bigger than the corgi’s, he’s still tempted to go for the second one. But before he does that, he looks over at the corgi. “What’s your name by the way?” He asks as he grabs the second jug and twists it open.

“Berry….what about you?” The corgi asks back.

“Butters.” He answers.

“Heh, we got some ironic names there. I guess my owner called me Berry due to the color of my fur.” Berry loved his name, just because he’s been named after a piece of fruit, or mostly food for him to eat.

“I thought you got yours because you look like you're swelling into a berry.” Butters jokes and Berry laughs as he gets the reference.

“Oh man. Imagine that. If they ever make that gum into a real thing and they start questioning if I ever tried it, which I will not, I sit on them and pretend to be one.” Butters gives that confused look with silence as he doesn’t know why Berry would pretend to be one. For some reason, Berry could understand why the cat was making that face. “Just to make them think I’m still growing. Then all of that weight would get bigger and crush them under my glorious and juicy ass.” Butter snorts, loving these jokes and teases the corgi makes. “How did you get your name?”

“Oh…I sometimes eat butter to gain weight. Though there are probably more reasons why I’m called Butters but hey, it’s an awesome name!” Butters then puts his lips on the second jug of milk, though he wasn’t going to chug it just yet. He grabs Berry’s fat paw and places it on his own belly. Berry’s face turns red as Butters knows exactly what to do. “Relax and feel my belly get bigger.” He said as he lifts the jug up high and chugs it like it’s a beer chugging contest. With each gulp, Berry can feel the milk sloshing around in the cat’s stomach. Then, he starts to feel it swell up and grow, like he was feeling a balloon being inflated with water. The corgi wishes he could say something but only mummers and pants come out of his mouth. With Butters’s belly getting larger, the bloating cat can’t help but to keep on growing. He doesn’t know his limit yet and hopes he won’t reach it, he still needs food too. Berry rubs his gut softly, in hopes to satisfy Butters with this new found friendship they have slowly grown overtime. Once that second jug becomes empty, Butters tosses it on the ground. “Ohhh….BRAAAAAP!” He lets some of the gas out of his throat as the milk just only causes more bloating in his stomach. “That’s the stuff.” He sticks his tongue out and sighs relaxful to the belly rubs he’s being received by Berry. “God I feel bloated.”

“Y-yeah. You finished those jugs easily.” He wouldn’t question how or why, all he knows is that he can trust Butters to do more if he wanted.

“Mfh! Buurp! It’s easy when you practice….Nrgh…..you….brap!.....wanna get some food?” Butters asks. Because he seemed to be a bit too heavy with those jugs of milk he had drunk, Berry helped him up carefully back on his two feet. “I can invite you to my owner's place if you want. He’s sleeping at the moment so he won’t mind having you over.” On their feet, Berry grabs onto Butters’s fat arm so he can place it over Berry’s shoulder while he places his own arm around Butters’s shoulder to keep each other close and together.

“What if he does wake up?” Berry asks, fearing that he might be forced to leave Butters if he was ever caught.

“Heh, they don’t call me Papa Butters without some domination.” This makes Berry smile and wag his tail with glee. “You like the name?”

“I do but……I love being a papa too.” It seems like Butters isn’t the only one who behaves like a fat papa who likes calling his owner his own kitten. “I hold and keep my pup safe. He likes it when I am his papa corgi.”

And so this friendship grows even larger than before, with similar personalities, the same weight and size, and loving to play as papas, Butters and Berry would call themselves great friends from now on. As they walk down the alleyway and into the street, where they have enough confidence to walk in public, the two start singing a small song.

“For we are jolly good papas!”

“For we are jolly good papas!”

“For we are jolly good papas…..!”

“We keep our pups safe! We keep our pups safe!”

They repeat this song all the way down the sidewalk with the skinny and chubby furs ignoring the two fat furs, one who is more bloated than the other. Just how much will the two spend time together and what would they exactly do once they get to know each other better? Only time can tell and the two have plenty of time to be fat papas and eat fatty foods.