Here's a bit of an older illustration that I still feel pretty happy with - hope you all enjoy!

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Most men strove for a proper place in the world - something that will provide them with the respect they deserve. Some reach this position through the relentless pursuit of a position of workplace authority, while others draw their strength from talents. Others take a more personal approach, forging their respect through the bonds they make with others, such as friendships, romances, and families. Yet others obtain their authority from something very different: the body. This respect is typically gained through the outward appearance of strength, agility, or stamina. But for men like Harris, success is not measured in musculature alone, rather, it is measured in nothing but the cumbersome nature of his stomach.

For Harris, his heft is his power - it is his pride. It is something that sets him apart from the lesser stags around him - Something that shows his true self. Although he once felt emasculated by the awkward size distribution of his short, yet wide antlers, he found this detail to be less relevant, now that he was older and wiser. Now, it was time for his fellow deer to feel lesser - to feel smaller. His near-constant gorging left his once lean muscles buried beneath a plentiful layer of adipose, almost entirely centered around his soft stomach. The type of food did not matter to the former vegetarian, for the cakes, steaks, and shakes he gulped down would all serve to further soften his form. His gargantuan belly demanded the attention of everyone, even those muscle-bound hulks at the gym.

His well-fed form demanded the attention of others, even as he worked out at the local gym, Woodland Weightroom. While most assumed he was attempting to lose the heft, he was, in reality, determined to continue gaining. His exercise only increased his appetite, making the situation even more desirable. As he gazed upon himself in the locker room mirror, all he could do was admire his form. He rubbed his soft, expansive belly, his hand grazing the bushy line of hair extending down his form. He groped his sides, delighting in the feeling of his hands being engulfed by his soft, warm adipose. He hefted his round expanse of flab, moaning as he delighted in the gravity his belly carried with it. His display caught the notice of the other men in the room, eliciting looks of disgust, surprise, and admiration.

Those who found him distasteful steered clear of him, finding it to be a far better idea than tangling with him. The shocked ones mostly kept to themselves. And the admirers, well, they were more complicated. Some simply gawked from a distance, while others mustered the courage to congratulate him with encouraging comments and respectful gestures, including back pats, high fives, and the light belly grope here and there.

Harris had found his niche. He had authority. He had pride. And above all else, he had respect.