Slimming down isn't easy for this plump little dragon, especially when he won't stop stuffing himself. Although he might need to lay off those snacks soon enough...


Zag is one of my canon OC's, and makes an appearance in one of my main stories.
He is also a precious good bean

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It was roughly twenty minutes into Zag’s diet that he decided he needed a snack.

The plump dragon took a break from his walk to seek out the nearby ice cream shop down the street, pretty sure that a little snack to pick up his energy might help him in the long run. Wasn’t snacking throughout the day a good thing for diets, actually? For his metabolism, or something. He was pretty sure he’d heard that somewhere.

As his gray, scaly body passed through the doorway, a breeze of refreshingly chilly air wafted towards him from the back of the shop. It carried each distinct scent of the flavors, immediately convincing him that having just one scoop of icecream wouldn’t hurt. Or, well, maybe two, if he asked for small ones. Just small ones.

Somehow, he ended up with an extra-large milkshake instead, which he sipped on happily as he reminded himself that it wasn’t even food, it was actually just a drink. So he really hadn’t snacked at all.

Not that the guilt didn’t linger in the back of his mind. He knew he was shit at dieting.

Still, he told himself that it was a good thing he’d ended up getting a delicious frozen dessert, as it was actually quite hot outside. He slowly made his way towards a nearby park, which was mostly shaded, and was also close to a large pond that gave off a refreshing breeze. He finished the milkshake on the way, but there were street vendors selling a variety of foods that Zag realized he should go ahead and try, since he’d already sort of spoiled his diet, right? He could eat whatever he wanted today, and start fresh tomorrow. Again. Like had happened yesterday, and the day before that, and most days over the several centuries he’d been stuffing enough calories into his body to actually gain weight. Normally, it was difficult for his species of dragon to gain weight at all, but his voracious appetite apparently overrode his natural metabolism. Instead of lithe and sleek like the rest of his species, he sported a round potbelly and thick, jiggling hips covered in chub. Well, he sheepishly admitted to himself, more just covered in fat. He was fat.

The alluring scents of the street vendors drew him in, prompting him to buy a little from each of them, including cheesy fries, little burritos, fried dough—pretty much every type of food lined this stretch of street. He decided he might as well enjoy as much as possible, since he’d start his real diet tomorrow, just like he told himself every day.

The park was fairly empty, since it was such a hot day and most people who were out were merely grabbing lunch and then retreating back to their air-conditioned offices. Armed with several overflowing bags of his own generous lunch, Zag made his way down towards the lake unhindered, quickly reaching the benches near the edge that overlooked it. The surface shimmered in the sunlight, the water relatively clean and clear despite its urban surroundings. A small fence surrounded it to keep people from falling in.

Uninterested in the benches, Zag looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then made his way towards the fence. It would be way cooler near the water, and he wanted to sit by it while he ate. He didn’t want to look at it over a stupid fence. He’d been to this park before, and knew that the edge of the water was the best place to sit, and also perfectly safe, although park security would definitely argue that if they noticed him. Fortunately, though, it looked like he had the perfect chance to enter.

The fence was a bit too tall to hop over, but the metal bars and railing were spaced far enough apart that he could slip through; he knew because he’d done it before. He also knew it was a bit tight, so he reached through and carefully sat his lunch bags on the other side of the fence, out of the way, before pushing himself through.

Okay. It was actually a bit tighter than he remembered. The chubby dragon twisted and turned until he got his thick, doughy shoulders through one of the gaps, then pushed against the metal with both arms until he got to his rounded middle. He leaned over, his gut hanging lower than the bar of metal beneath him, and he couldn’t move higher due to the other bar of the railing over him. The two nearest metal bars on either side that held up the railings were a bit closer than he recalled as well.

Shit. He’d gained weight since last time. The thought didn’t really surprise him, but it was disappointing. And perhaps also disappointing that it didn’t surprise him.

Zag wriggled a little to ease his belly through, the squishy padding bunching and jiggling as it squeezed over the bar a little at a time. The bars on either side gripped at his soft love handles, and he shimmied away from their embrace with a couple of shoves forward, feeling them catch against his fat hips for another second as he tried to escape. He ended up twisting himself diagonally a bit so that his wide waistline fit through the rectangle a bit more smoothly, gravity pulling his gut forward so that it hung heavily from his frontside as he finally wormed his way through.

He took a small tumble at the release of the fence’s metal grip, frowning and brushing himself off afterwards, quietly grateful that no one had seen. Without a moment wasted, he grabbed his bags and plopped himself at the edge of the water, admiring the way that several small fish twirled beneath the surface as he bit into a hearty lump of sugary fried dough.

The greasy flavor struck his tongue, helping him remember how hungry he actually was and prompting him to take another bite, and then another. White powdered sugar speckled his muzzle as he managed to down the entire treat, and then he pulled out another. Of course he hadn’t just gotten one. Only a fool would get just one. He opened his maw wide to shove that one as well.

He tackled the other foods with vigor in much the same fashion, downing each bag in succession. He didn’t like to mix them, preferring to appreciate each one on its own. He next opened a bag full of tacos, burritos, and quesadillas. Each dripping bite of cheesy heaven was a divine kiss upon his tongue. Tacos in particular were his favorite. He’d always had a soft spot for tacos. He of course chased all of this down with a hearty helping of chips with cheese and salsa.

Sated on dough, cheese, and feeling quite stuffed, he moved on to a small box of fries to conclude his lunch. Like a post-lunch snack, maybe. He didn’t think he could call fries a dessert. He felt pleasantly full as he slipped them into his mouth, more calmly than the frenzy he’d been engaged in several minutes ago.

Without his belly gripped by hunger, he could take a moment to genuinely appreciate the beauty of nature around him, so rare in the huge city where he lived. This park was a tiny haven, a tiny slice of the outside world preserved and protected. He edged closer to the lake until he was at the rocks, and he kicked his feet in the soft waves for a bit, his black claws churning the surface. He threw in some pebbles, appreciating the rings that they made, the circles overtaking each other when he threw more than one. Everything was peaceful here. He appreciated the quiet.

He’d been eating his fries, but dipped his paw into the bag to suddenly find it empty. He moved his tongue around his mouth, inspecting his teeth for the lingering flavor. He supposed his short respite had come to an end. He heaved himself to his feet, making sure to collect his trash to take with him. He made his way back to the fence, feeling stuffed and content. He didn’t actually hate feeling overfull; if anything, there was a certain satisfaction in the dense, heavy result of enjoying good food. What mostly bothered him was the way that everything jiggled and everyone stared.

At least he was still here at the park alone, for now. No one would watch or find him. He tossed the empty bags through the fence first, pushing himself through directly after. The bars clung to his shoulders again, their broad, stocky width making them naturally a bit cramped for the fence, although all of the fat padding definitely didn’t help. His doughy chest slid through right after, until the bars of the fence arrived at his fat gut. He twisted a bit like last time, although he soon realized that the metal gripped his sides even more tightly now.

The food. Of course. Zag wasn’t oblivious; it was immediately evident that his bloated tum was incredibly distended. The soft, malleable fat that he’d eased through the bars before was now taut from him stuffing himself.

He grabbed at his middle and tried to tug on his belly a bit to heave it through the gap, but the fat now pressed up defiantly against the bars, the rounded rolls on his figure more firm and unforgiving due to the food packed inside. He wriggled a little, edging his bloated belly farther and farther, the added weight pressing it hard against the bars around him. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten so much in one sitting.

Zag shook his head. No use worrying about it now. Anyway, he was starting his diet tomorrow—this would be a very temporary problem.

The fat dragon heaved at the fence again, remembering how he’d eventually popped through last time, although no such pop happened again. His belly folded over the lower metal railing as the upper railing pressed firmly into his chubby back, pinning him in its metallic embrace. He was unable to turn to either side, held fast by the pressure of his fat belly filling it from all angles. He sighed.

He appeared to be stuck.

The thought didn’t exactly fill Zag with fear, since technically, his particular species of dragon could wield powerful magic—if needed, he might be able to destroy the fence entirely. Whether or not that would also harm himself, though, was unknown. And he also didn’t want to destroy the beautiful property of the park, of course. He certainly didn’t want to be told he wasn’t welcome back.
Zag wriggled a bit harder. He looked around. His only real fear was someone seeing him in this predicament.

Kicking his legs and thrashing his tail, the stuck dragon continued to try forcing his way through the gap in the fence, the unyielding metal bars holding him in place as his fat bunched up around him. The strength of each push was sabotaged by the way his belly squeezed up around the edges and then pulled him back, even when he sucked in. He paused and panted for a while. He couldn’t suck in his massive gut when it was all food he hadn’t actually digested. He wondered if he could just wait a little bit and then try again once his stomach had digested and calmed a bit. He wondered why he hadn’t just done that to begin with.

Zag went to shimmy his way back out, but it suddenly came to his attention that he’d already forced too much of his belly through to the other side, and its soft overhang folded around the edges on the front, too. Nope. He was well and truly stuck.

He wasn’t just feeling hot from the heat, but with embarrassment, as he realized that he had no idea how long he’d be trapped here. He began to struggle again, hoping that brute force might be enough to squeeze him through. If he had fit before, why couldn’t he fit now? Gorging himself on a few tacos couldn’t have done that much damage, right? Right?

He heaved harder against the fence, his gut jiggling as his rolls of fat pressed up around either side. He started to sweat with the effort as the hot sun beat down on him. He was in the shade, but knew it wasn’t just the weather and exertion making his face warm. His chubby thighs rubbed each other as he continued to strain against the ground to struggle, his pudgy paws gripping the bars. The metal fence shook a bit with his straining, but the plump dragon just couldn’t wriggle through.

He finally relaxed himself and sighed in defeat, hanging tiredly from the fence with his potbelly firmly wedged into the gap. He would just have to be patient and wait for the result of his gorging to digest a little and allow him to squeeze.

His nostrils twitched at the scent of the bags he’d placed in front of him, and he frowned, pulling one open to find the source of the lingering smell. It seemed that a bunch of fries had slid out of the container in the bag when he’d first opened it, and now a pile had collected below the wrappers, and had been missed. Well, until now.

Zag glanced around uncertainly. He had no idea how long he’d have to wait to be able to squeeze through. But… Well, he was already wedged here anyway, right? What difference would a few extra fries make…?

His tail curled happily at the taste of warm salt on his tongue.