"MMmfff - what do you mean, 'emptied the restaurant?! I'm starvin'! I need more - now! BWAAAURRRPPP!"

You grinned devilishly as you looked about the immense manticore - or perhaps, mound-o-pudge - before you. That burger had worked like a charm, turning the once cocky creature into nothing but a food-demolishing machine - he'd never seen the stock disappear so quickly, but he supposed it had something to do with those two other fatasses stuffing themselves in the other dining room - an incredibly greedy, wobbly weasel that once could've been called a stoat, but now could only be called a "bloat," alongside a greedy, insatiable mound of a wolf, a fox, or perhaps a hybrid of the two.

He and the other employees ensured that all of these customers got some of the burgers, especially once the manager, an enormous, overstuffed lump of a goat, claimed, between munches and belches of his own cartoonishly large lunch, that corporate would award extra vacation days to whichever location had the most successful test of the appetite accelerant burgers - the Mk. 4, or whatever they were called.

You made sure that your dear butterball got the largest share of the new burgers, though, and one could certainly tell how much you tipped the scales in his diet! His highest rolls now touched the roof of the room, pushing up the drop ceiling tiles ever so gently and coating his backfat in a thin layer of dust. Not that the manticore noticed anything amiss, of course - he was too busy stuffing himself even more.

You grinned at the greedy creature before you, rubbing your own sagging stomach as you finished off one of those new, quadruple-chocolate-cream milkshakes (Super-sized, of course) they added to the menu. You tossed it into your own separate rubbish pile, which would have been alarmingly high if not for the mountain of used food wrappers, empty milkshakes, and destroyed fry cartons around it. Why should you worry, anyway? Even if your toes have once again disappeared under your massive stomach, you're still not anything like him. On the surface, perhaps the term "butterball" could've described you now, if it weren't for the massive mountain of a manticore in front of you! You were downright thin compared to him... weren't you? After all, you only had one of those Mk 4. burgers... Maybe three, at most...

"Urp - don't worry, big guy... The next shipment'll be here in under an hour -hic - you'll just have to wait till then, but once it's here, your first... -urp- meal, will seem like a light snack. After all, you've only tried the entire menu one hundred times... What's another thousand to you, 'butterball...?"

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Here's a commission for  MrPanPan, featuring his handsome manticore character. I've never drawn one of these guys before, so it was a lot of fun taking a stab at it - especially when the manticore transmogrifies into a pudg-icore in the second drawing, haha! Thanks again to  MrPanPan for commissioning me!

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