El Toro has a real weight problem (?) sometimes. Maybe it's genetic?

A commission series for  Mallow, featuring his character Mallow (aka Persuader)

Story by Zandenel
Art by Yours Truly

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Food was something El Toro had always appreciated before thanks to his mother, but his appreciation of it had sky-rocketed in the past month of binging in his preparation to meet the Persuader, and that minion of his that seemed to always be a wall in his path. He had to bulk up to beat the rabbit so he could get to the owlbear villain and stop him from… doing whatever it was he was trying to do!

Really, the bull had already forgotten what Persuader's plot was, or it was quite possible he never heard the villain’s monologue in the first place, instead caring more for the food that was in front of him. Sure, he’d already eaten plenty in the past few weeks, especially the last few days thanks to that new bakery he had run into, but that didn’t stop him from wanting more! Starting with some light bread sticks to help gauge how much he ought to eat, it was a terrible idea in the long run, as it just made his stomach roar in hunger, and he soon began eating with the strength of ten bulls! Or perhaps the hunger of a hundred pigs, it was hard to tell.

An hour would pass, then two, and suddenly it felt like the bull had been there all day, ass planted on the couch as he did nothing but eat for so long, with very little breaks in between! He would lean back and rub his stomach to soothe it, but as soon as more food was placed on the table with mechanical arms, he would just dive right back in, shoving his face in cakes and pies, or chugging down liters of soda and smoothies! Everything needed to be in him, he was under a spell that made it hard to NOT eat whenever the chance arose! And now the couch his rump was glued to was being engulfed in bull bum, his stomach spreading out on top of the table, making it hard to reach for more food, and the very floor groaning to hold him up. But even with that, the bull still had no idea how big he had grown in only a day…

As if on cue, the Persuader would make his entrance as well, waddling slowly across the warehouse from the entrance towards the bloated bull blob. Hand sliding up and down the rolls of the bull, he had to get a good feel for his newest little project! After all, he spent so much time on making sure the hero wouldn’t interfere anymore. “Hmhmhmm… I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist all this delicious food I prepared for you… you’ve turned into such a glutton, hero!” The Persuader gloated, hands on the bull’s side, as he began to haul himself on top. “And now I’ve got you trapped. There’s no way you’re getting out of this any time soon, I’ll have the whole town under my spell before you could ever wiggle a finger!”

None too happy about this, the bull could only glare at the villain as the owlbear’s fingers were wiggled in his face, and then started poking his extra chins. “How does it feel, El Toro, knowing that you’re not going to be able to save everyone this time? That I, the genius Persuader have finally stopped you!” there was more poking, and he grew more annoyed with the gloating, until finally it happened. With a groan from his stomach, El Toro’s mouth opened up and took the Persuader’s hand in it, which immediately made cut the owlbear's laughter short, as he started to tug a few times to get it out. Of course, nothing happened when he tried, and suddenly his high and mighty smirk would disappear, and turn into a frown with eyes showing concern. “Um… you’re… you’re going to let me go after the police arrive… right?”