Hanna Barbera Extras

 Tom bulks up and Jabberjaw pigs out to cap off Hanna Barbera month- thanks again for the continued patience and support, guys! 

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As it turned out, nothing succeeds like excess. Tom was worried that he may have overdone his bulking regimen; his goal wasn’t to become a fat cat, after all, just get big enough to take a hit from Butch the bulldog, if it was necessary. He started with working out and trying to eat healthy, but patience had never been one of the cat’s virtues, and so he turned to one of ACME’s more questionable products: a concoction of questionable legality that had exploded his growth to a truly enormous size. He felt heavy, clumsy, too strong for his own good and too fat to see his own feet.

But, he had finally caught that darn mouse. Jerry dangled from his tail between two of Tom’s sausage fingers. The cat smirked, his chin bumping against a pair of meaty pecs. Jerry’s tiny size did a lot to emphasize just how big Tom had become, mainly his gut. Strong and sturdy, it was as big as a boulder and just as solid. He did feel pretty sturdy overall, that much was certain; and the fist-shaped hole in the wall where he had caught Jerry was a testament to his strength. His arms, shoulders, and chest were packed with dense muscle, plenty of beef that was just a little marbled. He mused what he would do with Jerry, now- the cat felt like a juggernaut, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on Butch’s face. Maybe he could let Jerry go, and let both of them have a head start… it was only sporting, after all.

Jabberjaw hiccupped, making his titanic frame wobble. The shark groaned, leaning back a bit as he lay on the floor, feeling as heavy as an anchor. The Neptunes having a gig right next to a sushi restaurant wasn’t a horrible mistake, but leaving their shark and drummer alone in a sushi restaurant was. It had taken him all of an hour to sweep the restaurant clean of every roll and every last drop of soy sauce and wasabi. 

The shark had no legs to make into chunky thunder-thighs, leaving only one destination for all that food being transformed into fat and extra weight: his belly. It rose up like a huge mountain, dominating Jabberjaw’s field of view. The sheer weight of that scaly dome was pinning him to the floor, it would be smothering him if it weren’t so soft and… oddly comforting. He chuckled a bit as he flapped his fin against his belly like a drum and watched it slosh about- a couple hundred extra pounds had made him very ticklish. The shark’s face had inflated too, with cheeks like manhole covers and a series of multiple chins pressing down on his chest. His cheeks dimpled as he grinned, looking over the devastated sushi bar. He started wondering what they had for dessert...