I'm back with another short story. This one started off as something for my BF and expanded into something a lot bigger. This is a story that ties into the universe of Sunshine and I expect people to recognize some of the characters discussed towards the end.

Fallen and his Boyfriend; Zartlitch decide to go out on a date at a new Chinese/American buffet in town, but as the food starts coming the pair find themselves growing hungrier and bigger with each bite. A mysterious obese chef doesn't help matters as she encourages the pair to try everything. Will they manage to get out before they can't even waddle!?

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Zartlitch© My Boyfriend~

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“Table for two please!” Fallen’s voice almost came out in a shout, his normally rough though high-pitched voice sounding more akin to a yelp. His face was fixed into a mix of both curiosity and hunger, his stomach growled loudly as if to accent this motion, being followed by the loud sound of labored breathing to his right side.

Fallen didn’t even need to turn around to figure where the curious sound was coming from. To his right, a squat and wide… very wide bovine, continued to gasp and wheeze as his esophagus struggled to move properly under layers of lard. Each motion in and of itself was a struggle as beads of sweat fell down his brow and down towards his three chins that seemed to bounce with the slightest amount of provocation. Despite the worrisome sounds, the bovine’s attention was towards the large rectangle tables that were set immaculately deeper inside of the building. His eyes lit up through his rotund cheeks that smooshed against his muzzle like dough that hadn’t baked for long enough.

“H-hun I…” The bovine gasped loudly, his breath slowly coming to him after his immense “workout”. Fallen gently placed a hand on his waist and rubbed it, feeling the slight dampness that came from him and onto his paw.

Despite the curious sight, The host didn’t even raise an eyebrow. In fact, the panda almost seemed ready to let out a giggle, as her titanic body stood a foot or two from the loving pair in front of her. Fallen caught a short glimpse of his BF, the way his face seemed to be set in stone. Fallen already could take a guess why he had suddenly gotten so serious, but he didn’t have time to comfort him before the both of them were led down a row of tables. Despite the waitress's bountiful amount of girth, each heavy-laden step of her’s was taken with a degree of elegance and well-calculated finesse that surprised Fallen. He also couldn’t help but notice the way her silk dress pressed tightly against her body, leaving little to the imagination. It seemed to have been some kind of couture, as he couldn’t imagine finding any “normal” clothing that would fit somebody as “hefty” as her. Still, he admired the way she moved, only hearing the slightest deep breath emitting from the walk… despite the fact she probably weighed at least as much as her species' natural heft. It wasn’t long before she stopped at the end of a small alleyway of table’s a large booth awaiting them.

“Whaa would you, like two drinka” She stood at the front of the large circular table as Fallen easily slid himself on one end of the table, His boyfriend meanwhile was panting and grunting as he bent his knees and pushed himself towards the closed end of the booth. Surprisingly the table had plenty of room, even for him and he had just enough free space between the seat and his table that his belly folded itself in between the contours of his inner thighs and lap.

“I’ll take an iced tea if you have any.” Fallen took the small nod that came from their waiter as confirmation that Iced tea was available.

“I-I’ll have a Dr. Perky '' His BF muttered, his voice was tight and almost emotionless. Fallen looked at him and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. The waitress, either used to hearing such voices or too busy to care, nodded and began to waddle away, the silk dress she had on seemingly made to accommodate her rotund frame as it kept form despite the rolls and numerous crevices of the panda.

“Zartlitch, you know you don’t have to be jealous, right?” Fallen took one of Zartlitch’s hands into his own and gently rubbed at the top of his white and light brown spotted hand.

“It’s not that… it’s just... Hun, do you think I’m ever going to get bigger? I’ve been stuck at 450lbs for almost 5 months? Maybe I’ve reached my limit?”

Fallen snorted amusement, before looking directly at Zartlitch’s eyes, his own olive-green eyes gazing lovingly into Zartlitch’s deep blue eyes. “Listen... You’re fine. The bigger you get, the harder it is to outgrow that size. Your body has probably adjusted so well, it’s struggling to add on more girth to that amazing body of yours.”

Zartlitch didn’t say anything, but he could see the way his eyes seemed to gain a sheen to them and the small smile that formed on the corner of his lips and exposed his large dimples.

“Anyway, this place is amazing. You know I’m a sucker for building aesthetics even if it’s probably all fake crap.” He looked at the ceiling lights above them. They were shaped in the form of paper lanterns, the form causing the light source to concentrate directly below them and bounce against the mostly ruby-red wallpaper and paint that coated most of the restaurant's walls. Golden leaf seemed to have been delicately flaked here and there in certain spots on the wall, shaped in numerous flower shapes and even a few vaguely resembling “noodle” shaped eastern dragons.

All in all the Chinese buffet seemed to have a higher class feel to it, which made Fallen grin from ear to ear. He wasn’t one for “high class” living, but he had to admit there was a charm to the more upper-class facilities, even if he was far from fitting into the more posh and rich lifestyle. That suited him just fine, he liked being able to be himself and that was something he never planned to change.

He was surprised to see the restaurant appeared quiet, the few patrons he could spy seemed to be almost invisible. Fallen’s eyes struggled to focus on them, but he pushed it towards a lack of sleep before he was interrupted by Zartlitch.

“Hun, you know I can pay for something. I don’t want you to…”

“Hey, this is my treat. I promised we’d go out to the new buffet when it opened and I know how much you’re a sucker for these American/Chinese buffets. Work has been pretty good, and for the time being, I have a little saved up. I just want my cow to enjoy themselves~” Those last words were punctuated with a degree of animal cunning and maybe even a little bit of desire that caused Zartlitch to let out a submissive eeep in response. It took a bit of willpower on Fallen’s end not to kiss Zartlitch on those lips… to bite at his thick neck that had grown so fat it had begun to form a circular barrier around his head.

“Welp, I’m going to start digging in if you’re coming?” Fallen stood up from the soft plush seating and stretched his back. Work had been hard on the wolf, mechanical engineering wasn’t an easy job, and lately, it was becoming harder and harder to keep up with the mandatory overtime. He couldn’t deny it was nice to have extra spending money, but it was becoming more and more difficult to comfort those inner thoughts of him abandoning his boyfriend. Thankfully Zartlitch had been busy starting up his streams, which had ironically blown up recently along with his sagging belly and ballooning butt cheeks.

Zarlitch grunted as he tried to get up from his severely flattened pad seating, wiggling himself back and forth as he struggled to gain enough momentum to hoist himself up. Fallen moved towards his side, offering a thin arm for him to hold onto. Zartlitch shook his head though and after a loud huff, he managed to get himself up on unsteady hooves. Despite the seconds-routine, he could hear the way his breath seemed to stick in his throat. It didn’t matter to the cow, who simply smirked towards himself, a small wave of confidence assuredly washing over him. It had been a struggle to get Zartlitch to agree to small workouts, but Fallen was glad he had managed to get the rather big-headed cow of his to agree to them. There was always a small wave of worry and concern that seemed to wash over Fallen’s mind whenever he would hear his BF wheezing and the way his whole body wobbled and jiggled after the smallest physical activities. He knew his BF was what most in the online world called a Feedee and he had known that for a long time now. He had a deep yearning to get bigger and bigger, even with the fact he already weighed more than most people.

Zartlich began to waddle with an almost unnatural speed towards the buffet tables, the scent of numerous spices and steamed vegetables causing the herbivore to drool uncontrollably. Fallen’s strong sense of smell got the scent of fake meat grilling somewhere deep inside the restaurant, while his stomach had begun to growl in earnest. Then again he hadn’t eaten much, besides some cereal that morning. He found his pace quicken as he used his long legs to his advantage, reaching up with his boyfriend’s own quickened pace.

As Fallen grabbed a warm plate from the end of one of the serving tables. The plate was scorching hot and he found himself grimacing his teeth as his fingers stung for a moment. As he let the plate sit gently against the cool marble edge of the current serving tray, he looked over the remainder of the small, but well-maintained buffet. His eyes caught sight of one of the largest Red Pandas he had ever seen. Despite the relatively short stature of most of that species, this one was immense, larger than life in more ways than one. They reached at height with Fallen, who was of average height, but that’s where the similarities ended.

The Red panda’s face looked almost swollen, so puffy and circular it was hard to spot her muzzle poking out from the excessive lard that plagued her face. Her mouth seemed to open and close as if she struggled to find the energy to speak, the labored breathing that emitted from her gut followed suit with gurgles and wheezing that made Fallen worry if he needed to call the ambulance. Her ears jetted out from the surrounding mountain of fat that coated her cheeks and the top of her head, like some kind of odd and croaked shipwreck, unusual black fur coated the outside of her ear’s completely different from the orangish-red that covered the rest of her body.

The rest of her body... Well, that was where Fallen’s eyes grew wide. The circumference of her arm seemed to strain against the much too tight chef’s outfit she had on, and Fallen swore he could see the slightest hint of orange-red fur poking from a freshly drawn tear on the immaculate outfit she had on, save for the fresh sweat that dripped from her brow and onto the outfit. Fallen couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts seemed to thrust outward from her chest like sacks of flour, thick and not quite solid enough to retain a simple sphere shape. Instead, they seemed to hang slightly and were so wide as to creep worrisomely towards her underarms, only seeming to stop as they were halted by her thick and girthy arms. All the same despite the weight she carried and the seeming struggle of just waddling she smiled at Fallen, who found himself smiling back.

He couldn’t deny she had a sort of charm to her. Despite her currently damp face and the struggle of simply standing for so long. Fallen couldn’t deny he had always had a thing for larger people, though even he wasn’t sure if perhaps this was a bit overboard. All the same, he found himself drawn to her eyes, which he swore a moment ago had appeared a kind of hazel brown, but now under the light, they appeared as more of a honey color, close to a golden hue.

“H-how are you enjoying the food here?” She looked up at him with a curious gaze, that almost seemed to be reaching for something. Fallen gulped, suddenly finding himself unable to speak before he dug one of his long nails into his palm.

“O-oh, we haven’t had a chance to eat yet. But everything looks so good it’s just hard to…”

“Decide? Ahh yes, many of my errr customers tend to say that. I tend to think of it as an honor to have made such delicious food, to think people struggle to even eat any… But I’d hate for you to leave hungry. Why don’t you just eat a little bit of everything?” Fallen couldn’t help but chuckle at the motion, but paused mid laughter as he noticed the stern way the chef’s eyes seemed to push against his own. Suddenly the notion didn’t seem so crazy after all.

“I don’t know if, I mean, I’m supposed to be on a diet...” Fallen paused for a moment as he realized how this chef had paused when she referred to the customers.

The obese chef almost hissed as the last word left Fallen’s mouth and he found himself suddenly very afraid. He wanted to just forget about tonight and leave. He turned his head around to look for Zartlitch, but he was already headed back towards their table, two plates heaped with so much food, he was surprised that none of it fell onto the carpeted floor.

“You shouldn’t worry about that… besides, didn't you come here to spend a good date night with your Boyfriend? It would be a shame to make him leave sooo soon.” Her words seemed to tickle at the back of his mind, seeming to drill themselves deeply before rooting themselves firmly in place.

“Y-yes, you’re right. I guess It couldn’t hurt to try a little bit of everything. Not like we’re going to be coming here every night, right?” Fallen laughed, his body felt much looser. His tight muscles from his prior 12-hour shift seemed to have been stretched and laid out inside of his body. He found the mild headache from the sounds of machines pounding and flattening metal seemed to have become a distant memory. He took a moment to reach for his plate. Hey, wait a minute, how did she know he was here with his boyfriend?

Fallen swiveled his head left to right, but he didn’t see any sign of the chef. Part of him wondered if she had simply vanished, but then he gave a snort of disdain. People didn’t just poof off. Perhaps she had simply gone back to the kitchen to cook. Fallen nodded towards himself matter of factly… but something in the back of his mind made him hesitate for the briefest of moments before he began to stalk the serving tables.

There were so many types of food he found himself slightly struggling to choose until he felt something touching the back of his mind. Hadn’t the Chef said to just try everything? Her words lingered inside of his head and without any sort of thought, he began to cover his plate with everything he passed by. There were steamed vegetables plenty, roasted duck, synthetic of course, and seafood casserole that seemed to be smothered in cheese and sauce plenty. There even was a salad bar that Fallen found himself strangely avoiding. It was all so good looking and he found himself unconsciously drooling, thick slabs of spittle falling down his front before he sheepishly wiped at his front with his free hand. Soon after he was back piling his plate high with more and more food, all the while a set of honey-colored irises watched him from a vacant corner of the restaurant.

When Fallen made it back to the table, he was mildly surprised to see Zartlitch had already finished his two plates of food, patting his belly absentmindedly until the bottom-most button popped from his flannel shirt, shooting off towards the back of the restaurant. The motion seemed to snap Zartlitch out of his stupor and he found himself sheepishly grinning, his mostly white cheeks, turning noticeably redder. “Heh, sorry hun. You have to try the steamed dumplings they areeee soo good!”

Fallen hadn’t even had time to protest before he felt something warm and soft being pushed into his muzzle. He almost coughed until he reached for his Iced tea, with just enough space to get a small sip to follow. “Zartlitch you could have asked!?” He said with some slight annoyance, stressing out his name for added emphasis.

Zarlitch found himself, blushing more. He knew whenever he heard his BF use his full name he was serious. “S-Sorry I just wanted you to try one.” Zarlitch didn’t even seem to stick to the conversation before his mind was already on getting more food. He grunted as he pushed himself upwards, taking a moment to push the table slightly away from himself as it pressed tightly against his front. His moobs had started to droop ever so preciously over his chest and it was more akin to calling them breasts at this point as they inched closer towards the table. Had Zartlitch always been this big? Fallen knew he had gained quite a few pounds over the past few months, but he had never nearly mistaken his moobs for something much more ladylike.

Fallen opened his mouth to ask Zartlitch if he was feeling ok when he suddenly felt something akin to a static shock arching its way through his head. He held his head for a brief moment, but Zartlitch was already up and waddling over towards the serving tables for more grub. The smell of his steaming plate roused him from his worries and concerns and he found himself digging into his plate with ravenous hunger. He wasn’t just hungry, he was starving. Each bite felt like it was his only lifeline from becoming an emancipated corpse. He ate and ate, each morsel of food eliciting an unbecoming moan from his nearly full mouth. The moment he had any free space leftover in his mouth, it was quickly coated by another serving of roast duck or a deep gulp of Iced tea that only seemed to make him hungrier than he had been a moment ago. There was nothing that mattered, save eating. There was no one else here in this fine dining establishment besides him and the “small” plate of food in front of him.

After a few minutes, Fallen was roused from his fully focused hungerous intent as he reached for another piece of food, only hearing the soft clink of his long nails tapping against fine silverware. He looked at his plate, an uncertain whimper escaping his lips as he grabbed at the plate, licking the small bit of leftover meat juice and cooling, melted cheese leftover on his plate. Almost immediately he found himself jumping to his feet, his sand brown tail lashing violently behind him, along with another much heftier weight just down his backside. He ignored the creeping feeling that something was off as he went for another plate, already his boyfriend returning with his plates. He set them harshly onto their table, not even bothering to position himself properly in his seat before he was grabbing handfuls of crab meat and rice and shoveling it into his large mouth. His rear seemed to expand outward, causing his gut to painfully push against the table that shook violently but didn’t fall over.

Fallen paid these details little mind as he went towards the buffet, he didn’t even notice the surprisingly small number of patrons in the establishment or the fact that there was nothing outside the windows or door save blackness. Fallen pushed himself past the other patrons. his butt lightly tapping against a much more rotund and thickened rear of some tiger who seemed to be lugging something besides himself, an oxygen tank. The loud hiss of air sounding off as the tiger wheezed, his lungs desperately trying to obtain oxygen from his crushed and nearly smothered larynx. He crashed onto the ground with a ground-shaking butt slam that caused the other patrons and some of the staff to give the mildest of glances before continuing their routines.

“Are.. you ok?” Fallen managed to pull the words from sheer willpower, finding it hard to speak.

“I...I’m fine. J-just hungry!” Each word from the tiger seemed to come from nearly underwater. Each word eliciting a gurgle from his engorged throat that was struggling to work underneath the mass it was surrounded by. The tiger laid there, not even bothering to move. His breathing motions caused his chest to expand before he let out a labored breath, followed by a violent cough that caused his whole body to shake and jiggle. It was of little surprise, Fallen thought to himself. The tiger had to weigh nearly half a ton… If not half a ton. His belly covered most of his upper legs and stopped right onto his knees, spilling from underneath a faded and sweat-damaged T-Shirt that looked like it could probably be better used as an oversized cover for a couple than clothing. His arms pushed and strained the cotton fabric like raw dough and he could see the strained fabric splitting against his upper arm. The black stripes on his forearm were no longer vertical; instead, they bulged outward and looked roundish against the fat on his forearm that nearly swallowed up his hand. His fingers looked dangerously red, like the juice of an over-ripened plum that was about to pop.

Fallen couldn't look anymore and as he began to back up he had already decided he wasn't hungry. Even the constant protests that emitted from his troublesome stomach didn't change his thoughts. He let the tiger sit there on the floor, giving one last pitiful glance before he walked back towards his table.

Zartlitch was still there having already finished the numerous plates in front of him and lifting a small bucket of soda towards his mouth. The bucket was one of those beer coolers they used to keep alcoholic beverages cold and frosty for the more "Thirsty" patrons. But while it was filled with large ice cubes, the remainder was filled with a dark brown, bubbly liquid instead of the cylinder glass bottles. Zartlitch had titled the entire bucket towards his mouth, a small trail of the bubbly concoction falling down the front of his now torn front. All the buttons on his dark-colored flannel shirt had clattered across the table like marbles. Fallen could see the way his stomach heaved itself on top and across most of the dining table’s edge. The table was tilted dangerously towards Fallen’s former side of the table, plates having fallen onto the formally smooth and clean false leather surface.

"H-hungry!" Zartlitch's voice was so different; it sounded much deeper, far from the almost delicate and hand-spun texture of his normal voice. The simple act of speaking seemed to cause the rather docile cow to let out a violent belch in Fallen's direction that caused him to recoil backward against something rough, yet padded.


"I told you to just let yourself rejoice. Your boyfriend seems to have the right mind, don't ya?" The thick coated, but dangerously sharp edge of a familiar voice tickled at Fallens mind once more. He turned himself around only to be met with the obese chef from earlier.

"Well, I think he's just not in a good mindset. Actually, I'm not feeling good myself so we just wanted our check." Fallen’s voice came out tense and shaky, but there was a slight edge to it.

"Awww I'd hate to see you go, how about I let you have a free meal in exchange for trying my special for the night?"

Fallen bared his teeth."Thanks for the offer, but I think the two of us are ready to go." Fallen turned his eyes towards his side, eyeing his cow who was busy licking at one of his plates vigorously. He turned his gaze back towards the chef whose body had started to rumble, each part of her body jiggling and bouncing like her insides were being shaken. Before Fallen's eyes she erupted into fire, each part of her body aflame as dark, almost black colored flames washed over her body before seemingly becoming snuffed by cloth. In only a few seconds the chef was now dressed in something better suited to a witch caricature.

Her top was of black velvet, with small bits of even darker spotted cloth, her neckline and the tops of her breasts visibly exposed as they seemed to strain against her roundish neckline and multiple chins. The long sleeves of her attire were of some shiny black material, dotted with numerous gems and intricate designs that looked like they belonged in some old civilization. The bottom of her dress ended just below her knees, at least where knees would be on a more reasonably sized mammal. Instead, her taffy thick legs coated her knees, only revealing a small divot to give a hint at her knee caps.

Fallen had seen enough horror movies to guess what she was supposed to be. He still couldn't stop the words that poured from his mouth. "Are you a w-witch?" It was a struggle for him to talk through clattering teeth and his wobbling jaw.

"A witch? No…I'm simply a practitioner of magic. My only desire… is to allow people to give in to their deepest dark side." Despite her girth, she leaned her head over Fallen's head, whispering in his ear. "Gluttony is given such a bad name, don't you think?"

Fallen barely had time to respond before he felt something digging at his brain, it was like a red hot brand was prodding inside of his head and he screamed for a moment. His eyes were unfocused as they desperately searched around the room for something, anything. They took in everything and nothing at all and it was at that moment he realized something. Everybody in the restaurant was fat, no, downright obese. While the Tiger he had seen earlier was the biggest of the bunch, there were many other patrons and servers not far behind. Many of them sat on the crushed remains of posh, cushioned seating while a few sat at tables completely drowned by their bellies. For the first time, Fallen could see the way some of them were being tube fed, the thick sickly yellow-looking liquid being pushed through transparent tubes, the ones being fed this way looked like small mountains of flab and skin.

"Don’t you see how happy they are? No need to worry, you and your BF will soon join them. You'll be able to lose yourself in the pure bliss of gluttony." The chef seemed to have read his mind and smiled ever so sweetly as she twirled her fingers in the area. A moment later, a swirl of something green and red flowed from her fingers shortly before curling around Fallen.

The liquid was cool to the touch and it was thick, yet jiggly, leaving a visage of multi-colored discharge as bits of it fell onto the floor. It was see-through, despite the thickness, and Fallen found himself oddly confused, yet entrenched. The former burning pain in his head had now subsided to a warmth that made him feel relaxed. His tongue hung from his mouth and suddenly he felt so hungry.

"See, I knew you'd come to see things my way. My former mentor, Bob," She spat the name out, the fur on the end of her round neck and numerous back rolls rose substantially. "He didn’t see how things could be… He thought that gluttony was something that shouldn't be shared. That only certain people would enjoy allowing themselves to lose themselves in pleasure and longing hunger. I'll show him though, everybody wants to be a gluttonous pig, they just need a little push." The red panda's voice was harsher, still delicate but with the crack of a whip underneath. She turned towards Fallen who was now whimpering, his cow already long lost in the thralls of pure Gluttony as a server with vacant violet eyes fitted a feeding tube towards his sunken muzzle.

"I hope you like my special. It's jello with a little bit of a kick~" The Witch purred as her fingers danced in the air. Fallen had just enough time to see a sea of red and green cover his vision before he was completely gone, the last vintages of his intelligence drowned by an overwhelming urge to consume and grow.




Mei Ling walked the length of the boardwalk, taking in the scent of salt air that tickled against her fur and the inside of her nose. The smell was a welcome respite from the usual smog-coated inner-city dwellings she was loath to occupy. Still, it was a requirement if she was to spread the glorious worship of pure gluttony. It was so common to see people nowadays so afraid of opening themselves to the simple desires in life. Hundreds of years ago people had gorged themselves on fine dining and wine as if it was their last meal, only to repeat the process the next day.

Mei Ling's thoughts went back to her home country, China. When she had first discovered her magical capabilities she had expected her parents to be proud of her, to be embraced warmly and lovingly. Instead, she had been thrown from her home and onto the streets, being reminded that the love her parents had for her was the only thing that kept them from beheading "The Witch" as they called her right then and there. She had survived though, she was strong. She had learned instinctively to savor every meal she had as if it would be her last. There were many times she would sneak into the inner cities, blending in with the other Beastman servants. The humans would eat and eat only to throw out numerous amounts of food or to regurgitate the food later that night. They had so much and they simply let it go to waste, refusing to even share a small portion with the lower species as they called them.

If Mei Ling had the funds she would have traveled to America. She had heard there were cities dotted across the vast nation that were exclusive to Beastman. That had been the thought on her mind after a partially rough winter… she had gotten the flu and was on the verge of dying outside one of the inner cities. The few humans that had passed her by had watched her in pure disgust. A few children had looked at her with curious unknowing eyes. She knew she wouldn’t make it past the night. But somehow a strange long-necked creature had seemed to sense her, even when she had made herself as small as possible against the backdrop of darkness that blanketed the alleyway that was her home. He had offered her food, seeming to pull it from the air itself. She had eaten then, tears streamed down her face, mixing with the juice from steaming hot dumplings.

After that encounter, her life had changed. It turned out there were others like herself with a gift. Some could materialize things out of thin air, like the kindly giraffe man had, while others, not many, but a few could bend the elements to their will. Even fewer still had a predisposition towards a variety of different "schools" like herself as she later learned. Magic came in many shapes and forms and it was something wonderful. At least she thought it was. Years had turned to nearly two decades of training and traveling with Bob as he asked to be called. He was a bit strange and even eccentric at times, but he was like a father to her. At least he used to be. The pair had been separated from one another for nearly fifty years, until now.

"Hmmm, this sunny air and humidity is fucking shit. Though the sights aren't all bad~" A deep and throaty voice echoed inside of Mei Ling’s head. It was an annoying sound, but one she had grown accustomed to over these past five years. She looked to see what the voice inside her head was intrigued by, only to be met with a near wall of fat and blubber that nearly matched her girth. The two of their bellies collided, sending waves of blubber jiggling and ripping across the pair's torsos down towards their bulbous thighs.

"Hey, what's your problem!" An annoyed voice came from the wall of blubber.

Mei Ling backed up a few laborious steps to get a full scale of who had bumped into her. Despite the thick chipmunk cheeks that protruded outward, nearly enveloping her muzzle in the process, along with her half-rim ears that seemed nearly swollen from the fat that encircled her head and neck, she could tell this massive behemoth in front of her was an otter. Even if she was one monstrous specimen of one.

Mei found herself fascinated, in more ways than one. She couldn't deny a small tickle of desire passed through her thoughts before she snuffed the very idea. "Watch where I'm going? Maybe you just need to get out of bigger people’s way!" Mei spat out venomously. Despite her snide remark towards the otter, she was impressed by her girth and the way she seemed to stand with pride. Seemingly proud of just how voluminous she truly was.

"You fucking bitch! I'll let you know I'm pretty damn proud of this body and another thin…"

"Oliva! Come on... hun, what's your problem?" From the corner of Olivas’s side came a much shorter and smaller otter. He placed his hands on his hips, giving a reapproaching gaze to the much larger and rotund otter beside him. Despite the vast size and substantial height difference, the punk otter girl rolled her eyes before glaring back at Mei.

"I'm sorry alright, guess I couldn't see you over my belly." Mei knew she was full of shit, the two were near the same height. But she accepted the reluctant apology with grace.

“Oh it’s no trouble at all, I’m a bit surprised to see somebody sooo girthy around.” Mei smiled as she wiggled her hips, the tight one-piece outfit she had on barely able to contain her boulder-sized calves and ginormous back end that would put a truck bumper to shame. A small tick of Oliva’s lips and twitch of her eye’s passed her face for a split second before she gave a half-hearted smile back.

“Well, I’m not like most people. Besides, this seaside town is full of surprises. You said you’re new?” Oliva put her hands against her hips, pushing out her beach ball breasts as they strained against the sleeveless top she had on, exposing a slip of her breasts as they nearly overlapped against the sunken neckline of her dark-colored top. Once again Mei felt a small tingle of excitement, biting the bottom of her lip. She wanted to truly test the gluttonous Otter in front of her; she wondered if she was already too late though. From her sheer size and scale, she had already allowed herself to feel some of the true bliss that came from indulging in one’s deepest desires. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the male otter beside her though.

“Well, It was nice to see you, ummmm.”

“Mei.”

“Mei. But we’re actually heading home. I’m pooped after work and, well, Oliva doesn’t like standing around for long, or standing at all for that matter.” The male otter was unable to hide the playful smirk that crossed his thin face before being playfully shoved by his girlfriend, nearly falling on the rough wooden boardwalk, before regaining his balance.

“Geeez Oliva, why don’t you just give a great impression to the newcomer?” Tyler groaned as he stood back to full height, his thin, light brown tail slapping the boardwalk.”

“You know you like it when I tease you!” Oliva closed her eyes and placed her pudgy paws in front of her chest, a smug smile crossing her orbicular cheeks.

The male otter ignored her before turning his attention back towards Mei. “Well, Mei, my name is Tyler and this blubber ball of punk is my girlfriend, Oliva. We’ve been living here a few months, but we wouldn’t leave here for the world. Honestly, taking a look at yourself I think you’ll like it here. Just might want to avoid some people.” Tyler coughed and looked up and to his side before turning his gaze downward.

“I’d recommend taking a good look at the beachside homes. There’s plenty of places to choose from. Anyway, I would love to explain things better, but we gotta go.” Tyler began to playfully jog in front of Oliva who grunted as she tried, feebly to catch up to the much smaller and slightly toned otter in front of her.


Before long the pair were already a few feet down the boardwalk, while Mei stood there, curiosity poking at her brain, along with something else. A whistle pierced her thoughts before once again that deep and throaty voice sounded in her head. “Wow, did you see the balls on that girl? And I’m not talking about actual balls!” Mei groaned loudly

“You are a pain in the ass, you know that right!?” Mei muttered loudly towards seemingly nobody in practical, save the voice inside of her head. For a moment her only response was a purr.

“Sweetie, you know I can read your thoughts? Right? I can see the way you were eyeing that.. Umm... Oliva! Sometimes It’s hard to remember you have an actual heart under all of that lard, a struggling, straining heart that is.” It injected playfully before chortling loudly.

“Sometimes I wonder why I even made a pact with you.”

“Because you love me! And you needed a kickstart to that great big plan of yours. You know all the power I offer you and, besides, we both want the same thing~”

“On that, we both agree. Though I wonder how exactly this place will help me in any way?” Still, Mei had to admit she was curious what exactly this seemingly hidden beachside town on the far end of Florida had to offer. The very fact there was a magical hex concealing the town from any non-mage endowed or even most mages was a curious sight. And now that she had seen one of the supposed inhabitants of this sunny beachside town, only raised more questions. Perhaps she’d even see… No, she wouldn’t expect to find him here. Besides, did she truly want to see her old mentor again? What would he even say to her, after finding out she had followed her own beliefs of gluttony but had even willingly shared her body with a demon of such?

Perhaps, if nothing else, this would be a nice vacation for the well past obese red panda. After all, spreading the gift of gluttony was, ironically enough, a tiring job. With those thoughts in her mind, she began the cumbersome walk towards the inner part of the beachside town. She passed a sign that was hammered into one of the numerous wooden posts of the boardwalk. It simply read: “Welcome to Sunshine, home of excess and dreams shining bright.”