On the first day of the week, after having a very hearty breakfast of 8 pancakes, 10 eggs, and 20 strips of bacon, Anthony donned his ill-fitting suit and left for work. Despite how massive he had become, he still maintained his normal walking speed along the mile-long trek from his house to the office.

Even though he had to deal with all of the flab clinging to his arms, legs, rump, and of course, belly, he felt better than ever. In fact, he was probably walking a little faster on the way to work. By the time he saw the Schmidt Design sign in the distance, he had barely broken a sweat.

Once he came inside, however, the most peculiar thing occurred. That panther secretary, Martin, came up to his office while Anthony was working on a soda advertisement and said, “Hey, Anthony! Good to see you. So, I see that suit is... um... lookin’ a bit small.”

The doughy goat laughed heartily, and said, “Yes, I suppose it is heh. Cut me some slack though, still got two of these buttons done up though, pal.”

Martin chuckled, before making an... interesting offer. “So, needless to say, you could use a new suit. Listen, I’d be willing to get you another one.”

Anthony’s plush cheeks reddened, before he said, “Oh, no Martin, I can’t ask you to pay for anymore. You’ve already been more help than I could ask for.”

“Oh, no worries, money isn’t even a problem! My one uncle is a tailor, so he gives me free access to the defective clothing.” Anthony, raised an eyebrow, suddenly realizing why there was that little tear on that back.

Martin picked up on Anthony’s doubt, quickly adding, “Not that there’s anything terribly wrong with them, that is! They’re just not... perfect. But, I can get you as many as you’d like, I just need to ask for one thing in return.”

Anthony smirked and said, “What’s this one thing?”

Martin chuckled anxiously, his gaze fixed on Anthony’s poorly hidden gut. “Can I... touch it?”

Anthony furrowed his brow in confusion, mouth slightly agape in an inquisitive manner. “It’s just... I need to know if it’s real. I need to know if you really got this... big in just under three weeks. Please.” Martin said, glancing up at Antony’s eyes, confusion, and curiosity plainly visible in the feline’s eyes.

There was a brief moment of tense, heavy silence between them.

“Sure.”

“What?”

“Go ahead, pal. Hell, part of me still isn’t sure this is real. I kinda want to know too.”

Martin stood motionless for a moment, gazing at the sliver of white visible beneath Anthony’s tight undershirt. Slowly, he extended his hand, and poked the flabby overhang, his hand sinking in a good three inches before springing back out. The panther blinked a few times, his mouth agape.

“W-Wow. So. This is the road you want to go down, dude?”

The goat looked unsure for a moment. He glanced at his pudgy, soft form. *What am I doing?*

“Don’t stop.”

The goat looked back at Martin, astonishment plainly displayed across his face. Martin seemed just as surprised he said that as Anthony, if not more so. The goat suddenly gently gripped Martin, before hugging him tightly. Martin could feel himself sinking into the impenetrable wall of goat pudge before him. This was an undoubtedly tense moment for the two men. Anthony released Martin, grinning warmly as he said, “Thank you, man. You really don’t know how much that means to me. Sorry if that was a little... rude.”

“No problem, dude. Look, if you ever need help with anything, let me know.”

And, with that, Martin left, leaving the door slightly agape. As soon as Anthony got back to work, Martin pokes his head back in, before whispering, “By the way, there are eight boxes of donuts in the broom closet on the fourth floor. Linda stashed them there for an office party. Should they happen to go... missing, I would be more than happy to cover for the damages.”

Anthony sat there for a moment, before smirking. *Linda will just have to forgive him.*

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After a week of being stuffed to the brim on a nearly constant basis (with some help from a certain panther), Anthony was ready. The air was still, the intense anticipation egging the lard-laden goat on as he stepped onto the scale. He didn’t even bother trying to read the scale this time. After one moment, a few simple notes played from the scale, before it said, “Congratulations You weigh 425 pounds!”

Anthony jumped slightly, pumping his fist into the air, slapping his belly heartily simultaneously, before saying, “Yes! I did it! Oh my lord, I actually did it!” This movement caused his heavily torn sleeping pants to tear just a little more.

His joy faded for a moment as the voice of reason chimed in again. *Why exactly did I have this goal again -* Logic and reason were rudely interrupted by another shock. This one was much different than the rest though. Furrowing his brow, Anthony picked up his cellphone from the bathroom sink. “Hey, Martin? Sorry to bug you so late, but could you come over to my house? Great, thanks.”

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“Did you seriously call me for this?” The panther raised an eyebrow, the light orange tuft of hair on the black-furred panther’s bead only enhancing his judgemental attitude.

“Just trust me, dude,” Anthony said, a wide grin on his face.

The panther sighed, “Fine.”

Martin stepped onto the scale. Returning to its neutral tone, the scale read out, “123 pounds.” The panther was needless to say, unsurprised. His lithe figure didn’t exactly hold much weight. “I don’t see what the point of that was,” Anthony smiled as he noticed the panther’s neck twitch every so slightly, “but I hope you’re happy-“ Martin was interrupted as his belly let out a low growl. Martin placed a hand on his midsection, hunger flashing across his eyes.

“Hey, didn’t you say there was a pizza place down the street?”

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Wow, this is finally all uploaded. I spent a lot longer on the story than I initially intended! Hope you all enjoyed it!

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(Edit: FIxed some grammar and spelling issues.)