After the last pic, i chatted a bit with a friend who liked it and also is into this little happenings when yer fat.
I so needed to draw this!

-More new discoveries-

The fair was a good place for Gunnar's journey of self-knowledge.
Not only there was plenty of different beers, food- and candy stands, but all the walking that he just began to enjoy in a new manner and all the people passing by.
He started to notice how often a jacket, a bag or a tail faintly brushed along his sides, not only because he, as a taur, was bigger than most bipedal folks.
His belly pushed out to the sides and swung back and forth while moving.
Or maybe the weight made his movements more sluggish, he wasn't sure.

It is not that he wasn't used to carrying a hefty gut around. Depending on the size of a caught meal, it was sometimes even bigger than just now.
But that was somehow not like now. He never went on a stroll after a good catch, mostly it was just getting home as fast and unseen as possible and sleeping and digesting.
After two days, most of the last meal was gone for good.

Gunnar went home after an impressive amount of beer, so much he was outright drunk.

The next day started normal again, getting up, coffee, cigarette, off in the office.
The first thing he felt that day was his soft side brushing along the doorframe of his flat. It lifted his mood as much as the coffee and he whistled a little tune while waiting for the bus.
With verve, he entered the large office complex, greeted Martha at reception and went to the elevators.
For quite some time now there were posters to animate the employees to be more healthy. One of them was encouraging the use of the stairs in favour of elevators.

"Why not actually?" contemplated Gunnar and went to the doors to the staircase.

The two sets to the first floor he made fast, went around and continued his way up.

"Huff, okay, if I still would have doubts about my weight, this would at least have made me think." he thought while already starting to pant in the middle between the two floors.

He slowed down and walked to the second floor.
The slower speed and maybe a bit of exhaustion made it happen that his belly scraped over the last step.
His back fur went up a bit.
"Hrrrgh, what was that??"
He walked the next half of the stairs and moved extra slow over the last step. He needed to drag his low-hanging belly over again and it sent a shower down his spine.
He giggled and went on.
On the final step he did not only move slower, but he also stopped.
The feeling of the step pushing into his gut without doing anything different as usual was very surprising to him.

"This is amazing! Why didn't I recognise this before?"
He moved a bit back and forward while he turned around and watched his lower half bulging over the stairs.

He sucked in some air between his teeth and lower lips, the sensation was so unique!
It did feel very different from the feeling of a swollen stomach filled with unfortunate prey. There it was a brief touch, a bulge bumping against it and making the contents of his belly shift.
Now it was heavier and much smoother, with no gurgling and sloshing or even a yell if the prey was still alive.

He let out a satisfied moan and instantly startled himself with it.
With a heated face, he walked down the hallway of the third floor and kinda fled into his office.

He giggled again, sat on his butt and admired the massive belly of his bulging against his front legs.

"I know why this is different. First, it's much softer."
With one front paw, he kneaded into the soft mass.
"And second, this is not someone else in my stomach making me big.
Dis all meeee!"
The last remark he had spoken out loud and he giggled like an idiot while wobbling his round midsection.
It was a long time since when Gunnar felt so content with himself and that, that made him super happy!