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"YOU!"
The conscript turned about, helmet clattering from where it attached to his napsack. The young vole gulped nervously before he caught sight of the speaker.
The European Jackal was huge. Her pale yellowish body engorged and obese, the belly spilling out from underneath the rough-spun material of her combat fatigues. The buttons on the outfit seemed strained to breaking point, while a considerable amount of her body was bared, including her squishy bosom. She had to be over 300 pounds. A thickset face stared down at him, a rough cigarette hanging from her lips and a large bottle of local brew in her hand.
"Y-yes Kapitan?" he stammered. Before remembering to throw up a salute. The gaze of the obese canine seemed to drill into him.
"Can you drive"
"W-what?"
"Can.... you... drive" the Československá lidová armáda officer growled dangerously. One hand moved to scratch at her grain-sack buttocks before she jerked with her thumb behind her.
He looked at the long, tracked vehicle behind her, with it's squat 73mm gun turret. A BVP infantry fighting vehicle.
Gulping, he nodded. "Y-yes Kapitan"
She snorted and sucked on the cigarette end, ash dusting the fur of her melon-sized breasts. "My driver is ill. You are now my new driver"
She turned and tossed her empty bottle away with a loud belch. "Get going" she ordered.
"But I-I need to report to my..."
"Just get in!" the jackal snapped, making her way to the rear doors of the BVP. How she'd fit, he had no idea. But he knew he better get going before she got properly angry.
An old picture I got from the amazing
volkenfox for my Cold War "Food, Love and War" setting.
The conscript turned about, helmet clattering from where it attached to his napsack. The young vole gulped nervously before he caught sight of the speaker.
The European Jackal was huge. Her pale yellowish body engorged and obese, the belly spilling out from underneath the rough-spun material of her combat fatigues. The buttons on the outfit seemed strained to breaking point, while a considerable amount of her body was bared, including her squishy bosom. She had to be over 300 pounds. A thickset face stared down at him, a rough cigarette hanging from her lips and a large bottle of local brew in her hand.
"Y-yes Kapitan?" he stammered. Before remembering to throw up a salute. The gaze of the obese canine seemed to drill into him.
"Can you drive"
"W-what?"
"Can.... you... drive" the Československá lidová armáda officer growled dangerously. One hand moved to scratch at her grain-sack buttocks before she jerked with her thumb behind her.
He looked at the long, tracked vehicle behind her, with it's squat 73mm gun turret. A BVP infantry fighting vehicle.
Gulping, he nodded. "Y-yes Kapitan"
She snorted and sucked on the cigarette end, ash dusting the fur of her melon-sized breasts. "My driver is ill. You are now my new driver"
She turned and tossed her empty bottle away with a loud belch. "Get going" she ordered.
"But I-I need to report to my..."
"Just get in!" the jackal snapped, making her way to the rear doors of the BVP. How she'd fit, he had no idea. But he knew he better get going before she got properly angry.
An old picture I got from the amazing
volkenfox for my Cold War "Food, Love and War" setting.
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Jackal
Size 2169 x 1699px
File Size 1.98 MB
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