“All tips go to one place, handsome…~”

Remont the Cityswayer couldn’t be happier amongst the city-dwellers - the nomadic, spiritual ways of his people had never appealed to him terribly, so, once he was at the proper age to receive his title - and, therefore, his destiny - he choose the path that suited him best. Neither he - nor his tribe - could’ve predicted the swelling consequences of his departure from the ways of the unicorns…

Remont was handsome - but, in the key diplomatic city-state of Augstinople, he was something most exotic, to boot. Handsomeness combined with exoticness made him most attractive to the various dignitaries, senators, vizer, and other powerful sorts that called that city home. He hadn’t been in the city for even a day before being pegged by the scouts of a… niche sort of Club that was most interested in catering to the sort of men who would go wild for a glimpse at a creature like Remont.

Remont didn’t fully understand his job for the first week - all he understood was that he had to haul food, put on that revealing outfit of his, and entertain the clientele. He certainly wasn’t the main act - that business seemed to center on all sorts of strange magics and astounding feats of… well, what he could only describe as acrobatics, to pull off… He paid it little mind. Having to deal with so closely money was new to him, but he had a vague understanding that it was important for his continued living.

After a week, he finally started to become a little more aware of both his clientele and his fellow employees - namely, the differences in size and species amongst them. While his clientele were most varied in size, and standard in species - being nearly exclusively Wolves and Caracals, the races of the dominant powers that bordered Augstinople - his fellow waiters were most rigid in size, but absurdly diverse in species… He saw Satyrs, Ebon Foxes, Dragonmen, Gnolls, Deermen, Ligers, Raccoons, Mules, Jackals, Gatorfolk, and a whole menagerie of bizarre hybrids and exotic species that he couldn’t rightly name.

Ah, but there was that one thing that all the lads shared, with the exception of himself - they were all remarkably fat. Not chubby. Not curvy. Not plump. Downright fat. It was a miracle that any of them were able to deliver the various succulent entrees and sweet desserts to their customers without immediately stuffing their faces - their stomachs heaved and wobbled as they walked, and their whole bodies seemed to jiggle in a way that reminded him less of creatures of flesh and blood, and more of the wild creatures of slime and ooze that dwelt in the deepwoods that few traveled, aside from his kin.

Not caring much for sounding rude, he simply asked a fellow waiter, one day on a break, a heaving black-and-white bear - something allegedly called a panda, according to the creature itself - why exactly he, and everyone else, was so damningly obese? The enormous ursine laughed deeply and heartily between bites of a sweet, sticky snack he called “bear claws,” slapping the thin unicorn on his back with his great, meaty paw, speaking with a strange accent, “Oh! My friend, in this den of divas, you aught to be more careful with how you say these things - the other men here have nerves of glass, and tongues like knives.

The great, fat bear smiled, his trimmed, oiled beard rising with the smile, but still resting pleasantly on his second and third chins, continuing, “But Ol’ Lo won’t lead you wrong or speak ill of you or your adorably blunt words - you see, my skinny friend, this club of ours caters to a particular type of clientele - and not just men who seek company with other men. Specifically, we cater to those who seek those who can double as companions… and couches.”

The panda - who must’ve been pushing 500 pounds - heartily slapped his stomach for emphasis, sending the pillowy mass all a-quiver. Well… it looked soft, to be sure, Remont could hardly see the benefit of that over something made of plush down and knitted linen! Remont, of course, couldn’t hold his tongue.

Ol’ Lo chuckled once more between his dessert - which was more than enough for three normal-sized bearmen, stroking his stomach again, “My, oh my - well, my friend, you needn’t love to sit on a couch like this to get one of your own! In here, dumplings are far popular than noodles like yourself… How do you think I can afford these delicious, fresh sweets of mine?”

The unicorn shrugged, unfamiliar with the connection, nor the reason that anyone would like those sticky things over normal food. The round panda sighed, in good humor, as he explained that, well, the larger one was, the more the customers would tip him. The unicorn felt like he had enough money already - after all, he had a closet and a cot. That was perfectly reasonable - wasn’t it?

The panda held out one of those strange, sticky things with a curious smirk on his face, saying, “Living humbly is admirable, my friend - but… I think you’ll understand what I mean a little more, if you indulge me - this here, what I hold, tastes delicious, and will fatten you up nicely for good measure… Please, take a bite - and hurry, before Ol’ Lo changes his mind, and gobbles it right down!”

Remont sniffed warily - it smelled sweet, but not like a fruit or a berry, something he was much more accustomed too. It smelled more like honey - but stronger, somehow. He didn’t see what this would prove, but he’d indulge the old bear as a kindness, after all, he had given him plenty of informat-

Oh, dear. The ecstasy from that first bite appears to have disrupted the narration - there’s no telling where Remont’s train of thought would have gone, if he hadn’t taken that bite. But, the future of both himself, and his enormous waistline, was sealed from that moment forward…

Between sticky, sweet bites of the bearclaw, the enamored unicorn said, “*Mnf* - So… I can get more of these if I get bigger *gulp* - right? That’s what tips are more? Well, everyone here’d better know - my tips ain’t going to anything else - only to more sweets like these!”

The future was plainly written from then on, wasn’t it? That single sweet became a daily treat, then, he shot right up to eating six a day - Ol Lo’ himself was on twenty, and thought himself comfortable in his gluttony, but my, did the great, pudgy panda have a shock when he saw the thickening unicorn powering through twenty in just one sitting a week after!

Word of the unicorn’s appetite had spread quickly around the club, whose patrons were always ready to fatten up a fresh-faced, thin creature like the red-furred unicorn - but, with that pledge of tipping, the unicorn was swelling faster than anyone could’ve predicted!

His flush, trim abs were buried by a ball-belly by the end of those two weeks, fast, even for a glutton. His picky eating saved him from more drastic gains, but, when Ol’ Lo kindly introduced him to chocolate cake, his gains picked up pace even further. His stomach swelled out to the size of a beachball by the end of that first month, only a week on from the 20-bearclaw milestone, fat oozing onto to the rest of his body slowly but surely - while that charming face of him was spared pudge, as of yet, his neck was looking awfully fluffy…

Ol’ Lo gave Remont a slice of cheesecake, bulging his belly further with this new addiction. He had to move out of that closet of his, not for want of something nicer, but simply because he would wedge himself in it after every shift! The new room was plain like the last - Remont needed no luxuries aside from the decadent cakes which the Club produced, which were helpfully discounted for all employees, but especially for him - the new “Fit-to-Fat” special of the club…

Another week, and he was introduced to gelatin, reminding him both of those slime creatures from back in the forest, as well as his wobbling, widening form. His belly sagged and swayed as his garish blue bow-tie slowly sank into his fattening neck. He was still nimble enough to deliver the food, but patrons went ape when they heard him huff and puff right before his breaks.

But oh, when Ol’ Lo, who was only just fatter than Remont now, introduced the burdened buttercorn to red velvet cake… Oh, that was when his fate was sealed… His promise of, :All tips going to one place,” would be his undoing - or at least, the undoing of his walking days.

Within three months of that day, Remont was nearly unrecognizable, aside from that paradoxically thin, handsome face of his, surrounded by boulders upon boulders of flab. His stomach had reached the floor but a month ago - so, the Club had provided him with an enchanted wheelbarrow, allowing him to cart both his beyond-obese belly and his platters on top of it. He huffed and puffed and heaved and hooed at every moment with that thin, and the tips, and the food, kept rolling in.

But, his rolling days would soon be over… But I think the club could find a new use for him as a performer - with a debut, as a buttery blob of a unicorn, right on the centerstage…

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Here’s a fun, fatty unicorn I sketched up the other day! He’s dressed slightly more scantily than I usually draw my fellow, but hey, no one’s seeing anything inappropriate under that great big gut of his, haha! Very happy with the cheeky, flirty nature of this one, and as always, it’s fun to stretch my writing muscles and play around with an experimental description for pieces like these. I also included some light worldbuilding for a fat furry themed fantasy setting that I’ve been working on on-and-off for about three years now, mainly in DnD campaigns.

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy this chipper, chubby unicorn!