Mr. Shark's Big Break- Part 4 (Patreon)

Here we are! Mr. Shark, very fat and very happy after enjoying his lifetime supply of push-pops in one sitting. Enjoy, folks! 

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"Alright, everyone, check in," Mr. Wolf hissed into his radio piece. "Snake, you got the lock?"

"Gotcha covered," Snake replied.

"Webs, did you disable the alarm?"

Ms. Tarantula radioed in. "Please, a CAPTCHA is harder."

"Piranha, do we have a visual?"

"Uh…" Piranha gulped. "Wolf, guys… I think you're gonna want to see this. I don't know what I'm lookin' at, but it's definitely not a box of push-pops."

Wolf frowned. "What? What else would Shark be keeping in the biggest refrigerated warehouse in the city?"

"I don't know, man- but it's big. It's this giant, grey boulder, and… oh my God. Guys! It's Shark!"

Mr. Wolf's eyes went wide. "Alright, everyone, scrap the plan, just get in there!" He shut off his radio piece, rushing over to the huge steel door that Snake had just unlocked. They both shoved it open and saw a scene of absolute devastation. Empty and broken boxes were scattered all over the house-sized freezer, with hills of push-pop wrappers and sticks piled high. As the rest of the Bad Guys joined Snake and Wolf, they saw the commanding piece of this peculiar skyline- a round, immense grey blob that stood taller than any of them- and soon they saw Mr. Shark's round face, sinking in his multiple chins, and his round, billowing cheeks still full of push-pop.

"Shark? What- What'd you do to yourself?" Wolf gaped.

"Oh! Heeey, Uuurp! Guys," Mr. Shark belched, waving a lazy, fat-swaddled fin in his friends' direction. He had eaten himself to the size of a large truck, his enormous belly a great, gelatinous mass that wobbled at the slightest touch. "I- huff- heard ya'll planning to steal my stash, so I decided to beat ya to it!"

"You did what?" Tarantula gasped. "Shark, you ate an entire lifetime supply of push-pops in half a day?"

"I'm a shark! Eating's like, our favorite thing," he smirked, showing off his rows of sharp teeth. "Besides, I think I finally get the saying fat," he slapped his belly, sending ripples across his inflated form. "and happy!"

"What're we gonna do with you now, bud?" Wolf asked, squatting down to be closer to his face as he sprawled out across the floor, his belly smothering flabby thighs thick as tires. "If we took you back to the flat, you'd level the place."

"Oh this- this'll wear off," Shark hiccuped. "But… in the meantime, someone is going to have to fill in for me for the ads… and since you all know how good the push-pops are, well… any volunteers? I could use a push-pop buddy!"