The time of year had finally rolled around, it is 4th of July! You arrived at your town’s park, where a large celebration was taking place, you pushed past a middle aged lion and dog working on a fireworks setup, some little furs running around with sparklers, a german shepherd veteran in a wheelchair near the speakers, which are blasting patriotic country music.

You eventually make your way over to the food area, where under some tents, a buffet line packed FULL of patriotic calorie bombs laid, and then you saw her. A jiggling brown mass, it took a second for you to realize that it was a fur instead of a cheap science fiction prop, she was adorned in a red bikini top and stretched out jean shorts, along with a baseball cap and ponytail.

Holy Fucking Shit.

She is massive, as you observe her from one end of the buffet line to another, you see the food on her plate stack, and stack, and stack, and STACK.

You have to see where this goes, you follow this jiggling behemoth to one of the tents, which had foldable tables for people at eat at. You see as she takes 4 seats, any less wouldn’t be able to contain her gargantuan ass. You discreetly made your way over to the belly with a side of dog, taking a seat at the same table, before you get a word in, you hear her drawl. “Hay there! Ah’m Liberty! I see ya’h eye’in me up, how’re ya’h doin’ on this wonderful fourth o’ July? It’s my birthday today.” The voice emanating from her double chin can’t be real, there’s no way a real fur talks like that, it sounds so stereotypical, like a caricature of a fat American bimbo.