I've been thinking about giving my sona Rho a sabertooth tiger alt-form, so I decided to practice writing more fat fur stuff with him as the star. Story involves lots of gorging, belly swelling, and a happily stuffed sabertooth tiger.

Rho visits the newly opened Dragon's Fill restaurant, and is treated to their filling and fattening signature feast...

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Rho’s Fill
By: Indi

There was always something exciting about seeing a brand new restaurant open on the station—at least to Rho. The orange-striped sabertooth tiger had watched the construction eagerly for weeks, but now the coverings were gone and the doors wide open. And he meant wide open. Rho swore the entrance had enough space for four people to walk through side-by-side at least. The exterior had faux-wood paneling and imitation windows, evoking an ancient pub or tavern feel.

Of course what most caught Rho’s attention was the name: The Dragon’s Fill. As a fairly portly feline, Rho hoped the restaurant lived up to the name.

When Rho entered he was immediately escorted to a booth by an eager kobold. Water was poured and breadsticks brought, Rho’s drink order taken by yet another kobold before a menu was provided. There were no other patrons in the restaurant, and from what Rho could tell all the staff were kobolds, a fair deal of which were rather plump.

The menu was expansive to say the least. Sections for every meal of the day, a wide selection of drinks and desserts, a bounty of appetizers and alternate sides. And from the handful of sample pictures, the portions were huge despite how affordable everything was. It all looked so good to Rho he hadn’t even begun to narrow his choices down by the time the waiter returned.

“Have you decided on your order, sir?”

“To be honest, I’m just in the mood for everything right now so I haven’t decided yet,” Rho said, still glancing at the menu. “Any suggestions?”

“The dragon’s hoard is our signature dish, practically a mini-buffet of the best we have to offer, sir. I could eat it every day if given the chance!” As he laughed his round belly jiggled, and Rho knew right away the suggestion was a good one.

The waiter hurried off to inform the kitchen, leaving Rho alone with the breadsticks and a growing appetite. To his surprise the breadsticks were wonderful on their own. He could’ve eaten an entire menu of just them, and soon they were all gone. The basket was barely empty for a minute before a kobold replaced it with a fresh one that was noticeably larger. Rho was already gaining a liking for the place.

Before Rho could make good on his desire to fill up on breadsticks the first portion of the dragon’s hoard arrived. Kobolds placed down a variety of appetizers—each as large as a full meal—and refilled Rho’s glass. Undaunted by the feast before him, Rho started grazing.

It was all delicious, perfectly seasoned and cooked. The sauces put a grin on his face, and even his drink was more refreshing than expected. He lost track of just how much he was eating, the sabertooth greedily stuffing himself with haste. His belly slowly swelled, his bodysuit stretching to handle his gluttony.

No matter how much Rho ate he didn’t feel full, much to his delight. Once he’d finished the last bite a second wave of appetizers arrived, all brand new. He barely had time to thank the waiters before digging in.

Rho found himself actively trying to eat faster and faster, just so he could try out new dishes sooner. Nothing was disappointing, the quality consistent throughout. He was forced to shift his position multiple times as his gut grew larger and spread over his lap. The sabertooth tiger wasn’t oblivious to how much he was eating, he just didn’t care. Well, he did care—about eating even more.

The main courses of the dragon’s hoard were even grander than the appetizers. Each was served on platters, overflowing with incredible smelling food that made his mouth water and his stuffed stomach growl. Two of the waiters remained behind, one to constantly refill Rho’s drink on demand and the other to nudge new platters within reach of the ravenous feline.

Rounder and rounder Rho’s belly grew, becoming a taut yet soft ball that was starting to press into the table’s edge. Rho grunted as he tried making room for his mound of a middle, forced to lean over it in order to reach food. The effort was slowing down his eating, and the kobolds could tell.

More kobolds arrived from the back. Some picked up platters while others moved the table away. They circled Rho, offering him food so that all he had to do was eat and drink and eat some more.

“Try this pasta, sir!”

“The chicken is a treat!”

“This salad includes greens from every planet in the system!”

“The omelet is to die for!”

It was almost overwhelming, but Rho shifted all of his attention to eating, and enjoyed every second of it. His belly began ballooning outward faster than before, so heavy he vaguely heard his seat groaning in between bites. When the creaks and shaking became too loud to ignore, the kobolds gently assisted Rho out of the booth. The engorged feline was resting against his massive gut, essentially immobilized but overjoyed. His belly was big enough to use as a table, so of course it soon held a couple platters itself.

Rho started sneaking squeezes and rubs of his gargantuan gut, blushing at how huge it was getting. The food was worth it for the taste alone, but he was swiftly adoring just how fat it was making him as well. He really was beginning to feel like a pampered dragon holding his hoard close.

Dessert came, a feast in of itself. Pies and cakes and ice-cream, more food for the sabertooth tiger to hoard in his belly. It was all so decadent, so filling, so fattening.

Eventually even the preposterous feast had to come to an end, though. The last bite of a dragon-shaped cake was finished off, and Rho let out a happy sigh. He was utterly stuffed, more belly than cat at that point. It was a wonderful sensation. Moving on his own was simply impossible, Rho beached like a whale. And about as heavy as one, too.

“That was—braaaaaaaap—incredible!” Rho exclaimed, a wide grin on his face. “I can’t even pick out my favorite part, it was just all so good!”

The kobolds were as pleased as Rho was. “Quality is guaranteed at the Dragon’s Fill! If a customer isn’t being rolled out the front doors by the end of the meal, then we haven’t done our job right!”

Suddenly Rho knew exactly why the entrance was so wide. He certainly couldn’t have been shoved through normal doors at his girth. Once he digested his feast he might run into a similar problem. The thought excited him.

“I think I’m gonna be dropping by quite a lot from now on. But I do have one question: is there anything...bigger on the menu?”

The faces of the kobolds lit up one-by-one, answering Rho’s question. He could already tell he was going to be as fat as a dragon soon enough.