Brutus never imagined that a quick trip to the kitchen could turn into a full-blown struggle. His appetite had grown recently, and with it, so had he. As he tried to make his way back through the doorway, his belly, now far too large for comfort, wedged itself firmly between the doorframe.

He grunted and pushed, his powerful muscles tensing beneath his fur, but no matter how much he strained, he couldn’t budge. His massive bulk had trapped him, making it clear that getting free would be no easy task. He shifted his weight, trying to angle himself just right, but the doorway held him fast.

Brutus let out a low growl of frustration. How had it come to this? He’d always been strong, capable, but now even a simple doorway had become an obstacle. With another deep breath, he summoned all his strength, his muscles flexing as he gave one final, powerful push.

Slowly, inch by inch, he began to move. His belly squeezed through the narrow gap, his bulk finally slipping free. He stumbled forward, catching his balance as he emerged from the doorway, his enormous form jiggling with the effort.

As he stood there, catching his breath, Brutus knew it was time to make some changes. The next time he found himself facing a door, he’d make sure he could fit through it without a struggle. For now, though, he was just glad to be free, his pride a little bruised, but his determination intact.

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