"I was thinking of checking out that arcade I drove past yesterday," Evan said, stretching his arms above his head. "It looked like it had a bunch of fun games, and I know how much Dylan enjoys playing video games."
Faye's smile grew. "The Arcade Whale? That's a fantastic idea! Dylan loves it there. Just make sure he doesn't spend too much money on those claw machines. He's obsessed with winning those plushies and there isn't any more room on his bed for more."
Evan and Dylan headed off The Arcade Whale that afternoon. The arcade was a blast from the past, with neon lights and the sound of electronic beeps and buzzes echoing through the air. The place was packed with furs of all sizes (all of them larger sizes), their eyes glued to the screens and their paws dancing over the buttons and joysticks. The smell of hot pizza and sugary soda wafted through the air.
Evan's eyes lit up as he saw several games he recognized from his own youth: pinball machines, air hockey tables, and a dozen racing games (with extra wide, reinforced seats). But as he wandered further in, he noticed some titles that were utterly foreign to him. Games with names like "Feed-A-Frenzy" and "Plump Pursuit" lined the walls, each one showcasing digital characters getting fatter and fatter as the player progressed through the levels. One game even had a fur in a bikini getting inflated like a blimp as the player hit the right buttons. Evan raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of confusion and intrigue.
He turned to the chubby cub, who looked absolutely overwhelmed by the selection. "Why don't you go ahead and pick out something you like?" Evan said, handing the cub a small mountain of quarters. "I've got enough here to keep you busy for hours."
Dylan's eyes widened, and he took the quarters with both paws, the metal coins clinking together musically. He looked up at Evan with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Really?" he asked, shoving the coins into the pockets of his tight jeans.
"Yeah, buddy," Evan said with a chuckle. "Go have fun."
A few hours later, after Evan had tried his hand at a few of the games and grabbed a slice of pizza at the arcade's concession stand, he decided to check in on Dylan. As he approached the area where he had last seen the pudgy cub, he heard a rhythmic clinking sound growing louder. It was coming from a game in the corner titled...
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