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Maus sighed a little and looked at his table. Trays were stacked, cups and platters piled and yet his belly still gurgled for more. His paws slid down the upper curve of his grand gut and he just shook his head. That belly had already swollen more than enough for anyone to notice in the short few hours he’d been at the buffet and now it was getting seriously huge. He shifted in place and was quickly reminded of the table that was now mushed into his belly in front of him, shoved across the booth to close off the other bench and give him more room.
“I just,,,,I just need a little more” he muttered as he slowly wriggled his way to the edge of the seat and stood.
His belly slipped along his thighs and he swore he could hear it slosh as he rose and it sank down against his legs. It was so enormous, so soft and yet so stuffed that it stuck out to the limit of his reach and hung well past his knees. Still, his mind didn’t focus on the fact that his lower belly was mere inches from dragging the floor now. The only thing on his mind was getting more food.
His paws grabbed two more trays to start, one for hot and savory foods and the other for desserts this time. Surely after this visit he’d be able to close down today’s feast before the teasing got bad. After all, the buffet was looking pretty bare now. He could feel the eyes of many furs eating nearby, just watching him shift and wobble his way along the buffet lines. He easily occupied the same space 3 normal furs would have. His paws held fast to the trays though, leaving only to grab platters or pile on the treats as he moved slowly onward. When he arrived he might have had to pull his shorts up along the way just due to the jiggle of his triple wide rump but now, they were getting almost painfully tight and he swore he could hear the soft pops of a rip forming under his tail.
The tan fabric of his shorts was biting into the pillowy flesh of his thighs and hips, holding tight to his trembling body as he wobbled his way along. It wasn’t until he finally decided his trays were full, mounded at least a foot high each with food, that the insults became loud enough to reach his ears.
“What a hog”
“Mice aren’t supposed to get that big!”
“How does he keep going back for more?”
“Look at his belly mommy, its bigger than my bed!”
Even youngsters were getting in on the jabs and their parents didn’t seem to care such rude comments were flying. Maus squirmed on his feet as he finally turned to head back to his table. Shame and insult were hanging heavy around him and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop eating. He set the trays on the table and carefully wedged himself back into the booth.
Just then, as he sniffed and grabbed a fork for the first embarrassingly big bite, a soft paw landed on his well padded shoulder.
“Ignore them buddy, they’re jealous they can’t have a built in bed wherever they go”
A certain fat red husky just grinned to the mouse, his own cushy canine belly swollen well beyond his shirt’s limits.