Have an awesome picture by and Noke's story of public "coming out."

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As was becoming an annual tradition, furs from all over the world had descended on Bangkok and congregated at Zhifang Palace, the place of residence Kramer had basically been given by His Majesty the King, Bhumibol Adulyadej. The celebrations in question were an annual thing that Kramer had decreed. As a Christian, Kramer's decrees actually had zero authority attached to them, owing to Thai law that all royalty cannot be any religion besides Buddhism.

But, being a dragon, (and a rather fat one at that) the Thai people would still do anything for him. Fortunately for all, Kramer was a rather humble dragon for his position and size.

The celebration is a full month long. The reason for this newly-created holiday was actually inspired by the creation of "Appreciate a Dragon Day," and the fact Kramer's own Hatch-day is within that month. Kramer, being a dragon and an enthusiast of the same, then pronounced that the month of January would be the global dragon day. Naturally the Thai people agreed, but the fact the rest of the world was as willing was somewhat surprising.

As part of the celebration, Kramer began hosting parties at Zhifang Palace, the place of his residence. The usually-empty palace was soon teeming with dragons, at first, making it comfortably occupied. But other furs, anthro and feral alike, asked to join in. Kramer's generosity is as almost great as his girth, so he immediately agreed.

Now Zhifang Palace is completely full of furries, scalies, featherys, and other non-human creatures all month long in January. The rest of the year, it's just him and a few other furs that Kramer has opened his numerous bedrooms up to.

I was one of those lucky enough to receive of Kramer's charity.

I'm Noke, a Garuda of average height and the same feather coloration as Kramer's own fur. I had a suspicion that our similarity in color was the reason he let me stay, as Yongmoon (another dragon that looked like Kramer's twin, save having a feral body-type) and Gorm (a chunky Charizard) both had nearly-identical coloration.

But, he displayed a disability of turning furs away that were in need of a place to rest, so that suspicion was put to rest.

Tonight, one of 31 of the celebration, was particularly full, making me nervous. It wasn't that I didn't like other folks, but it was what I was about to do all the more nerve-wracking.

You see, when I had asked Kramer for a place to stay, I was slight of build. I had been blessed with a metabolism that allowed me slight musculature, but didn't need a lot to eat. Being the size of a typical human, I could actually get by on just a handful of bird-feed a day.

But the first words out of Kramer's mouth should've been the sign I feared for my perfect body.

"You look like skin and bones! I'll fix that real quick, don't you worry."

The following months saw Kramer and the other furs (the fat ones in particular) seeking new ways to "soften me up." A weight-gain spell hidden in my food, a tackling followed by food stuffing, blackmailing me into eating everything at a buffet, and other such tactics were employed. I was even sat on a few times.

My body's "perfect metabolism" responded in kind by showing the truth to the perfection of my build. Every pound of food I ate, every calorie-adding spell made me balloon with fat. The first time, I shocked everyfur by how I reached near-immobility just from a couple cakes. Such became a boon to them in their pranks. If I had a baht for every time I lost mobility, I'd probably be richer than His Majesty!

Initially, I hated it. I hated myself being so huge, and I was unhappy. I tried telling the others, but they responded by shoving yet another pie down my gullet. There were several times I had thoughts towards them I'm still not too proud of.

But, after a month of being fattened and casting my weight-loss spell, the oddest thing started happening. I actually started to like it.

The following months, I weighed my options more often than I weighed myself. It wasn't like it was unhealthy; many furs are blessed with the natural magic abilities I had, that of being perfectly healthy 24/7. No matter what occurred to my body, it remained perfectly healthy.

In that manner, various conflicts rose and fell. I still hadn't told Kramer or anyone else; I was too proud to do that. But, gradually, I started to see Kramer and the other fatfur pranksters as friends.

So it was that this evening, Jan 12, I was waddling my way through the crowd, the few hundred pounds on my frame feeling like an anchor for my panicked mind. I was easily larger than most furs at the party, having clocked in that morning at just under a half-ton, and consuming of the one or two party favors probably swelling me above that.

I saw Kramer as soon as entering the main hall, where he had installed his throne. He usually was as big as I was, barely maintaining any semblance of mobility and balance. But for Dragon Month, as he called it, he liked to keep himself plenty bigger than anyone else. He said it was "to be easily found," as he was the host, but everyone knew he liked being big.

As big as he was tonight, it was easy to see how he prided in being a veritable mountain of lard. Gaining was easy for him, being one of few furs capable of such rapid gaining. It had only taken him a few hours to reach his current size, which was larger than a whole apartment building. At his current level of fatness, there wasn't any way of accurate description. Like, he was huger than huge, fatter than fat, heavier than heavy. The ever-present grin on his bloated face was clear evidence of his huge enjoyment. Probably the only ones present that couldn't appreciate how fat he was were his necklace amulet, which was straining something terrible to remain on and not burst off, causing a rather painful-looking divot in Kramer's thick neck. His grin, though, bespoke of comfort and that there was likely some enchantment in place to prevent any sort of harm from the severely distressed cord.

His throne, though, was groaning loudly under Kramer's bulk. A magnificent feat in and of itself.

Kramer had ordered the best materials go into his throne, more to support his usually-massive weight than actual ego-boosting. But it still was groaning and straining.

Puffing out my swollen chest in resolve and swirling the drink in my glass, I slowly waddled over there.

"NOKE!" Kramer jovially boomed as I approached his throne, "WELCOME TO THE PARTY!"

"Kramer, do you have a minute?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, slightly calmer as he noticed the serious expression on my face, "what is it that you need?"

I didn't say anything at first, but rummaged in his cabinet for a moment before finding what I was looking for.

"What're you doing with that?" Kramer said, shifting his bulk to better observe and converse.

I turned to the gathered crowd, amongst which I saw Xax, Yongmoon, and Tyler. Good, I wanted them to hear it too.

"Can I have everyone's attention please?" I said, adding volume with a sound-enhancing spell.

The miles-long-and-wide hall quieted quickly as everyone shifted their focus to me.

"First of all, thank you for coming, you've made this month of celebration great so far and hope you'll continue to brighten Kramer's palace with your cheer," I said.

The expected polite applause occurred and I gave it a moment to die down before continuing.

"As many of you know, I am Noke, a current resident of Kramer's," I said. "I propose a toast to him," I raised my glass, "and want to show my appreciation for his charity, openness, generosity..."

"Do you mean his girth!?" Someone yelled.

"...and for his overall chipper attitude that has helped me realize how much life has to offer," I continued without a pause, "May your infinite life-span continue to fill you with life, love, happiness..."

I smiled.

"...and countless tons of fat."

Everyone chuckled.

"To Kramer," I said, swigging down my cider. Everyone echoed my toast and drank theirs. As one, they began applauding and I set my own glass down.

Amongst the cacophony of applause, Kramer leaned down and motioned me over with a sausage-claw.

"Thank you, Noke," Kramer said, "but what were you going to say?"

"This," I said, placing a claw on the item I brought out and said, "thank you for helping me realize what I'd been missing in life."

The Pillar of Buam flashed gold once, and my form started to swell out even more. Within seconds, my talons were buried by my leg-fat, my claws began sinking into my arms, and my chin started pressing against my neck. Even as my belly surged several feet per second with adipose.

Kramer's jowls wobbled as his muzzle dropped open in surprise as my mobility was lost within nano-seconds. Already, I struggled to keep a claw on the Pillar and seconds later, my claw came off the Pillar as my form was forced to grow to attempt to keep up with the fat piling on. But even with my body's natural enchantments, my belly and buttocks surged further and further from their original sizes, my moobs struggling to keep pace.

By now, most if not all the guests assembled noticed my sudden expansion. Furs leapt away from my expanding form, not willing at the moment to be squashed. I shifted my position as my hips swelled further apart, my buttocks already smooshing against the wall several yards from the back of the throne. My claws and talons finally lost, almost completely being absorbed into the orbs of fat my arms and legs had become, only the tips of my extremities visible. Within minutes, my neck acquired countless rolls on top of the ones already present, my moobs becoming more blob-like, and my swollen legs quickly being covered by the greater girth of my gargantuan belly.

My shoulder-feather fluff was rapidly squished between neck-fat and arm-fat, disappearing under the rolls and my facial cheeks started to block my vision, restricting my view to immediately in front and above me, even as my swelling chest blocked that area.

Kramer watched in awe as I grew and ballooned in front of him. You have to give him credit, after all: up to now, I had vocally decried having even a potbelly. Now, to see me swelling of my own volition, and even surpassing his size, it was probably plenty disconcerting. It was also a likely shock to have seen me touch the pillar for so long, as a light touch is enough to fatten one to several hundreds of times larger.

The crowd was pushed outside as my gut began taking up most of the room in the hall. Kramer, noticing my gut's imminent approach, opened a portal and vanished from my sight. Even Yongmoon, who had been Kramer's only rival for size in the room, was rapidly becoming miniscule compared to me.

Then I noticed a faint pressure rapidly building. I felt it first in my bottom as it pressed against the back wall. I soon was able to feel every curve of the wall art pressing into my colossal caboose. Soon after, my sides plugged up the hallways and pressed harder into the wall. My abdomen squeezed through the doors as my upper stomach pressed into the wall and my moobs surged their way into the balcony.

It was my turn to be surprised as I felt my crest-feathers brush, then press into the sky-light, followed by my fatty head and cheeks. My head began sinking further into my neck as my swelling body began pressing against the ceiling in similar fashion.

The entirety of my fattening, I had been pleasurably feeling my body swelling. But now faint worry entered my thoughts as I felt genuine concern, not for myself, but Zhifang Palace. Kramer loved his palace, not for himself, but to house the countless poor, fur and human alike. I didn't want to destroy it!

Then a thought occurred to me. With a quick mutter, I cast a spell of alternate reality. A moment of dizziness overcame me as my enormous bulk was warped through that extra-dimension to somewhere fitting for my size. The vertigo vanished as I felt myself fall shortly before crashing into cold water, causing a huge tidal wave that would wash over the banks for miles. A quick enchantment and the water hit an invisible wall, averting the disaster.

My body's weight was heavy enough to begin sinking, but my sheer size was enough to prevent submersion beyond halfway up my derriere, leaving the majority of my enormous bulk dry.

I noticed the ocean and several boats in one direction and the narrowing of the river in the other direction. The spell had seen fit to deposit me at the mouth of the Chao Phraya, just as a space large enough for my bulk was made available.

Hardly five minutes passed of me collecting my thoughts before a portal opened out and out jumped... well, sloshed, more like... Kramer right onto my form. At about half my size, he was still heavy enough to make me grunt as he landed on me.

"Noke! Are you alright!? Are you okay!?" Kramer said, his voice and face full of concern.

"Yes... never... better," I panted, the rapid gain leaving me slightly breathless.

"What... what happened? Did you get possessed to fatten like this? Who did this to you? I made Yongmoon promise no possessions, but if he..."

"No, Kramer, I'm fine," I interrupted, "I wanted this."

Kramer tilted his face, genuine confusion now entering his features.

"This is what I was going to tell you," I said, noticing most of the guests now assembled on the shore.

Gathering my breath, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "I'm a fatty and I. AM. PROUD!!!"

Shocked silence. Not a single fur breathed.

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Mr. Nirut was pulling in his net when he heard the strangest sound from the bay. It sounded like cheering, mixed in with roars, tweets and various beast sounds.

"Darned furries having another party," he muttered.

(A/N: Just noticed Noke's belly is grey-silver. 0w0)