"Garfielddd" Jon called with an uneasy tone
"W H A T" Garfield sneered
"G-garfield you need to stop voring the n-neighborhood children. They're
s-sending out s-search parties." John stuttered
"Then get me my damn lasagna, JOHN." Garfield berated.
"I can't afford your lasagna, Garfie" Jon admonished.
"Then I will simply have to get a job, I can't be going to prison or my ass will be stretched to the size of a kiddie pool and I hear there isn't lasagna in prison either." Garfield admitted
"How are you gonna g-get a job? You're as spherical as Odies b-ball" Jon questioned, cautiously.
Garfield slowly rolled towards Jon, it was like a slug after it had been covered in salt. Garfield then whispered in Jon's ear,
"You know how many men would pay to titty fuck me? None of their wives could possible be as round and saucy as me." Garfield purred
Jon was terrified, he left the room and tried to contemplate what had just happened. Garfield getting a job? Garfield whoring himself out for lasagna? It all seemed impossible but it was happening right in his own house.
Jon got home from a long day of working as Indiana's number one cartoon artist, he made the grave mistake of walking into Garfields room.
"Ohhh garfunkle" the stranger groaned
And then Jon saw Garfield, it was disgusting. He looked like one of odies balls after he's had it in his mouth for a few hours. He was slimy and round. How many men had titty fucked him?
"JON! HOW DARE YOU!" Garfield screeched
Garfield proceeded to vore Jon and the man who was titty fucking him when Jon came in. Garfield saw odie in the corner of the room, petrified in fear.
"never speak of this, Odie" Garfield cooed
After that encounter with Jon, Garfield used Odie as his own personal lasagna slave. Living his days in peace and sauce.
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Money Troubles {Garfield Fanfiction}
FanfictionGarfield is going through Jon's wallet too quick with his love for lasagna so Garfield is forced to get a job to afford his saucy obsession (Admin: Squirrel mama)
