((This is a Waldo fan story submitted to me by my beloved boyfriend StuffAboutGuts, you can find him here! https://www.furaffinity.net/user/stuffaboutguts/ ))
It was slightly chilly day in the town of Snowdin, which by city standards meant that there was light snowfall outside. Temperature didn’t have as much meaning to the local people when the general temperature is always cold. The only thing one needed to look out for is that it wasn’t too cold. While it was only slightly nippier than usual outside, one person was spending their morning nice and warm indoors.
Waldo say comfortably on the couch with his bowl of cereal. His rotund rump taking up most of the space on the furniture. His snout lightly twitching as he stared blankly at the television. Waldo had been a normal skeleton at one point, but due to unforeseen circumstances the guy had been transformed into some variant of a pig hybrid and was now incredibly obese. What exactly those circumstances were, one would have to ask anyone else but Waldo. As the pig man didn’t really care much about the details to remember them. Then again, its not like he paid attention to much. If it didn’t catch his interest that simple mind of his would just let the information pass through. Even now, with the channel set to the underground news, Waldo paid more attention to the sounds and colors on screen rather than what was actually being said.
The giant pig skeleton looked down at his bowl of cereal, which was actually just a giant salad bowl, and gave it a swirl with his hooves to see if the flakes were soggy enough yet. Eating cereal would normally be hard with someone with hooves for hands, seeing as they could not hold utensils, but Waldo had it figured out. After determining that the cereal was soggy enough, he’d press his hooves into the side of the bowl and lifted it up to his mouth. Loud and shameless chugging could be heard as two trails of milk drippled down his double chins. It what seemed like an astonishingly short amount of time, Waldo would pull the bowl away from his face. Minus the bit of milk on his face, the bowl was completely emptied of its contents. Cereal and milk both now taking residence in that great big pink belly of his. As nice as the breakfast was, Waldo couldn’t help but feel a bit hungry still. He thought about getting up, but quickly decided against it. He wasn’t good at making food himself, and his boyfriend Olio was busy with a phone call. So, what was he to do?
Looking down at the plastic salad bowl, an idea would pop into his head.
“Candy c’n be blu. S’ths candy?” He asked himself. He’d eaten plenty of candy before, and those tiny ones with the letter he can’t read on them were all kinds of colors. Blue was among them. This was blue right? Yeah! This was blue. He remembered that.
Looking at the bowl on his hooves, tried to remember what blue tasted like. He couldn’t recall a specific flavor the color. Blue was blue, but blue was also one of the colors of candy. So blue tasted like candy, right? Lifting the bowl back to his face, he’d gnaw on the edge of the plastic. His brow would furrow in a rare effort to think hard. The blue bowl didn’t taste like the candy, but it didn’t taste bad either. If it didn’t taste bad, that meant that it tasted good. Smiling to himself at this revelation, he would then proceed to slowly insert the entire bowl into his maw. His jaw stretching like it was elastic as his already round and fat cheeks became engorged with the salad bowl stretching them out. Once it was entirely in his mouth, Waldo would close his eyes. The pig would emit pleased oinks as he ran his tongue over the plastic. Swishing it side to side in his mouth as he admired just how “good” it tasted. After a bit, he’d slowly open his eye sockets. Only to be by the sight of a exasperated Olio.
“Waldo, no. Spit that out please.” He asked calmly, though it was clear by the tone it was a bit of a demand. Subtlety was lost on the pig though as he cocked his head to side in confusion. “Waldo please, don’t do it.” Olio asked again. It would be for naught though, as Waldo didn’t get was wrong. Did he do something to upset Olio? He should ask him what he did. Wait, he couldn’t talk with his mouth full. So, in a quick move, Waldo would turn his head upwards and swallow. That plastic bowl becoming nothing more than an incredibly large bulge in his throat. A bulge that disappeared once it sank all the way down to that bottomless pit that was his belly.
Olio sighed, which returned Waldo’s attention to him. “S’ somethin’ wrun?” He asked innocently. In response, Olio would just climb up onto the couch, lean against his boyfriend’s soft and blubbery frame, and say “Nah, nothing’s wrong my silly piggy.” Before kissing him on the mouth. Waldo smiled and emitted a happy oink at being told nothing was wrong. With that, Olio would reach for the remote, change the channel, and the two would spend the rest of the morning snuggling and watching cartoons together. Until it was time for lunch.
