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A VERY overdue story for  fatgao713 who's been incredibly patient with me. Lazarus is so excited to prove what a great office worker he is, the little kobold always putting his 110% in everything! Alas, we all know how easy it is to burnout when we put this much effort into a job at all times; thankfully, he's visited by a mysterious skull-faced fox who offers him a few incentives to spoil himself~

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“Type type type, type type type, I am typing nooooow…”

Lazarus hummed gently to himself as he worked away, his feet kicking slightly while his tail swished in tandem with the beat. His song didn’t exactly have the greatest lyrics to it; the kobold was a Data Analyst, after all, and not a freestyle rapper. However, while he wouldn’t be earning any Grammys with it, the song would help keep his mind somewhat occupied as he crunched in numbers.

This was his first day in office, after all, and Lazarus wanted to give his 110% in it! It was every kobold’s dream to work for a dragon, wasn’t it? It was as true thousands of years ago as it was now, even if the circumstances were a little different. Rather than mining shining jewels for his draconic overlord, Lazarus was… well, he was mining a different kind of wealth! Yes, he was a newbie, at the very bottom of the corporate ladder, but if the kobold was being the slightest bit helpful, then he’ll wear that status with pride.

For now, Lazarus made sure he was being as effective as he can be. Before starting his shift, the kobold researched plenty of ways to ensure he would stay motivated and energized throughout his shifts. This included decorating his new cubicle (plenty of kittens hanging from tree branches; perfect), to ensuring he received no distractions (soundproof headphones with lyric-less music on Spotify)! Heck, he even had a timer set up on his computer to encourage him to take frequent breaks, a bit of movement to keep the blood pumping.

Ah, speak of the devil! The slight ringing in his headphones told him his thirty minutes was up. Time really was flying, but that must mean he’s been extra productive! But now it was time to take a break; to touch his toes, do some squats, what have you. Setting his headphones down, Lazarus hopped out of his seat, stepping out from his cubicle and-

Oh, that’s someone’s skull.

Lazarus froze midstep, caught wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. It was a bit much to process, poking his out from his cubicle to end up face-to-face with what appeared to be a fox’s skull mere inches from his face. The eyes weren’t even hollow; no, they were pitch black, with glowing yellow irises right there, staring right into him…

The kobold couldn’t scream, couldn’t even cry out for help, a barely audible “yip” being all that could escape his mouth. He forced himself to tear away from those yellow eyes, taking in the rest of the… creature before him. Thankfully, that skull appeared to be the only thing “boney” about this invader, no other large chunks of flesh were missing, otherwise Lazarus would have really lost it. No, the looming fox creature was covered in fur; long and mangled fur, as if it were a wild beast. Dark black fur, with bright orange along its ears, sides, and tail; how far the orange went down, Lazarus wasn’t certain, as the skull-faced monster was wearing a white polo and gray slacks.

Lazarus blinked, slowly finding his ability to breathe. Given that no one else in the office was screaming about the strange intruder, it was safe to assume that the fox was a regular at work. Either that, or the kobold really needed to drop his early morning coffee routine if they were allowing hallucinations like THIS to occur. It’s not like this was a mask or anything; that skull looked too real…

It was at this point that the kobold realized he hadn’t said anything during this period, too busy gawking at the creature standing right before him. Was that rude? Well, the fox hadn’t said anything either, its yellow eyes flicking as it took in the sight of the kobold. Ugh, no amount of work prep could have prepared Lazarus for this.

“H-hello, there.” Lazarus cleared his throat, attempting a smile.

“Greetings.” The fox responded in kind, its expression remaining the same. Well, that’s to be expected, what with the skull for a face.

Lazarus tried again. “Are you… I mean, you’re not, like, here to haunt me, are you?”

The fox tilted his head. “I’d have to be dead to do that, wouldn’t I?”

“Oh!” Ok, this is getting weird. Erh, weirder. Lazarus took a step back, both from the situation and from the creature. He had a fairly good feeling that his life or soul or whatever wasn’t in danger, and he wanted to give the fox the benefit of a doubt before jumping to assumptions. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to sound rude just then. I’m just a little jumpy. Morning coffee jitters, ya know?”

The kobold offered up a nervous smile, looking up at the fox. He was used to being smaller than others, given his respectable height of three-foot-six, but this guy… this guy was big. Well over six feet, maybe six and a half feet, with a rather bulky body shape. Was it all the fluff that made him look so large? Was it muscle? Fat? A combination of the three? In either case, it was so odd seeing this fox work at an office and not as a lumberjack or a football player; almost as weird as the fact that he, uh, had a skull for a face.

Yet despite his more-than-intimidating presence, the creature spoke in a calm, relaxed tone, his accent actually rather pleasing to the ears. “You’re new here.”

“Huh?” Lazarus tilted his head, before perking up and nodding. “Oh, yeah! First day, actually. Really excited to be here!” The kobold extended his arms, smiling. “My name is Russel Porter, but I, uh, usually go by Lazarus.”

The fox looked down at the held out arm, not reacting for a moment. Lazarus, feeling a touch awkward, was about to pull it back before the creature suddenly reached out, firmly grasping that hand. “I am Alister Djinn.”

“O-oh, Djinn? Like, the Israeli demon?” Lazarus muttered, his eyes widening. Suddenly the accent made sense.

Alister nodded, lowering his head. “Yes, I believe that’s what you call that land now.”

The kobold swallowed nervously. He was no stranger to strange and magical creatures; he worked for dragons, after all. And of course, these were progressive times they lived in, and he had no qualms with any race. But… this company really hired demons? Demons?! They weren’t exactly known for their good faith and kindness. Why would an immortal even want to work in an office anyways? It’s not like they need food to live anyways. They feed on… they feed on… Gah! Lazarus couldn’t remember off the top of his head.

For now, the new hire pushed down his nerves and continued to smile up at the… at the demon. “That’s really cool, Alister. How long have you been working here?”

Alister shrugged. “For some time.”

That didn’t answer anything, but ok. “What branch do you work under?”

The demon shrugged again. “I don’t know. I suppose I am a special case here. I, erh, work directly for the owner”

This definitely raised a brow for Lazarus. Did his boss go out of their way to hire a demon? Interesting…

Lazarus wanted to ask more questions, but before he could, his phone’s timer went off. His little break was up, alas. While he was filled with curiosity about his demon co-worker, he was also overflowing with the urge to be the best little worker he can be.

“It’s, uh, been great meeting you, Alister.” The kobold gave a friendly smile to the demon. “But I should get back to work. I’d love to get to know you better, though; you sound fascinating! If our lunch schedules sync up, maybe we can-”

But he was cut off, a loud grunt escaping his stubby muzzle instead as something pressed into his chest. Looking down, the little reptile was surprised to find a tupperware container offered to him, filled with no less than a dozen chocolate chip cookies! Where in the hell was Alister hiding these? Surely Lazarus would have known if the demon was carrying this, right?

He looked up to the fox for some sort of answer, but was met with more questions. “A welcome present.” Alister explained, his eyes literally up in what Lazarus assumed to be a sign of joy. “I want to see more of you, Lazarus. You look like fun.”

“O-oh, why thank you!” Lazarus smiled back, glancing down at the cookie container in his paws. Not at all what he expected from the demon. Maybe he had been too quick to judge Alister. He was a little quirky, sure, but he appeared to mean well. Perhaps he just wanted to greet his newest coworker but struggles with initiating small talk. How relatable.

Waving away the demon, Lazarus sat back down in his seat, opening his assignment. A shame he didn’t get the chance to properly stretch, although winding up literally face to face with a skull-headed demon was more than enough to get the blood pumping. The kobold continued with his work, occasionally reaching over to try one of Alister’s cookies.

They were some of the best cookies he’d ever had.

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Lazarus’ first day of work went off without a hitch, just the way he wanted! Of course, he couldn’t say it went according to plan, given his run in with Alister; if anything, it went even better, as he found himself with a new friend, along with a belly full of cookies. Seriously, those things were divine! So warm and gooey, as if they’d just come straight out of the oven, with each bite practically bursting with sweet, chocolatey flavor. The kobold could never stop at just one, their pleasant aroma alone enough to make his productivity waiver. Even if he should be working instead of snacking, Lazarus’ paw would often find its way towards a box of the delectable stuff. He’d developed a talent for typing with a single hand over the coming weeks.

Yes, weeks. That day wasn’t his first run in with Alister. Far from it. The skull-headed demon always had a knack for showing up right outside Lazarus’ cubicle right when the kobold was about to start his stretches. Not that Lazarus minded it, of course; Alister was a great friend! A little strange, sure, and his humor was a tad, erh, morbid for the kobold’s tastes, but the demon meant well. Lazarus was a bit of a chatterbox, a certified yapper, someone who struggled with holding back an onslaught of dialogue whenever one of his special interests were brought up, whether that be a particular movie or show he was watching or just anything related to one of his hobbies. But Alister never held up his hand or asked the giddy kobold to stop; he would stand there and nod along, and even ask for Lazarus to elaborate from time to time. It felt nice, having someone to vent all of his thoughts and feelings towards.

But man, did Alister have to keep bringing him cookies?!

Seriously, they were rather excessive, even for someone with as big a sweet tooth as Lazarus! With nearly every encounter, Alister would offer a container with no less than a dozen cookies inside, and the polite kobold would always accept, as he struggled to say no to anyone. Apparently, that included himself, as he would finish off every last crumb within the hour, no matter how full or bloated he felt. He would try to return the container back to Alister, but the demon would simply push it back to the kobold, yet again refilling it with what must have been a simple wave of the hand. Ugh, what a vicious cycle it was!

Lazarus tried to ignore the signs that Alister’s generosity was starting to show up on him. He ignored his gradually-shrinking wardrobe, before ‘accidentally’ ordering another size up when a tear formed along his collar. He ignored the squeaking seat, the sudden lack of a thigh gap, the heavy breathing from climbing a flight of stairs.

But what he couldn’t ignore was his pants button popping.

Thankfully, it was within his cubicle where no one could see, but that didn’t stop the kobold’s face from lighting up like a Christmas tree when it happened. The simple act of bending over, just trying to reach something from the ground, was enough to completely snap that button off, letting it slam into the opposite wall with so much force, Lazarus was surprised it didn’t imbed itself into it.

And for what? Another cookie, obviously! The kobold too fat for his clothes, reaching over to grab yet another of those devilishly delicious morsels to stuff himself with!

No, this was getting too much. Lazarus had to stand back up to get a better look at himself; after grabbing the cookie, of course. With how far his new gut stood out before him, it was a miracle he even managed to hide that thing behind his khakis to begin with. A bloated, almost perfectly spherical dome of cream-colored chub, the bottom of which even showing beneath his white shirt, as if foretelling the kobold that this is only the first of many clothing disasters to come should he not get this situation under control.

Really, he was just lucky it was his button that tore. A fair bit of those cookies had made their way to his hips and rear as well, and the sound of a button popping is far more discreet than the seat of his pants tearing off. Still, there was a fair bit of tension along that fabric as he, more carefully now, bent over to retrieve that cookie…

Phew, got it! Lazarus sighed and wiped his brow, feeling as though he’d just successfully diffused a bomb. The kobold could always use a bit more workplace excitement, but raising his heart rate just trying to snatch a cookie wasn’t exactly ideal. Much like said cookie, this was getting too far out of hand.

Setting the delicious baked disk aside, after taking a hearty bite to make sure no dust ruined the taste, Lazarus checked his computer clock. Yeah, he could take a five minute break without interrupting his productivity. It’d be a bit earlier than usual, but that shouldn’t be an issue. With a huff (and another bite of cookie), the kobold carefully hopped onto his feet, making sure not to, erh, strain his buttons even more than he already did with his bouncy belly. Yeah, he needed to have a stern talk with Alister later about this-

Ah, speak of the devil!

Lazarus went wide-eyed at seeing the demon’s foxy skull inches in front of his own, Alister quite literally looming over his cubicle to look at him. By this point, the kobold had gotten used to the creature’s interesting method of greeting himself, as the two practically met up at every break. However, Lazarus couldn’t help but suppress a quiet “yip” as this break was several minutes earlier than usual. Was Alister seriously just waiting outside his cubicle this early for Lazarus to come out? Or did the demon have other ways of knowing exactly when the kobold was preparing to step out? Either way, it was a tad unnerving.

“Hello again, Lazarus.” Alister’s voice rumbled in delight, in a tone that told the kobold that he would be smiling if he had lips. With a rustle, the skull-faced fox leaned back in order to show off the plastic container he held. “I brought you more cookies.”

“O-oh.” The kobold blinked, his eyes drawn to the receptacle. Of course, there were more cookies. Why wouldn’t there be? Alister was practically drowning him in the things! Did those hollow, glowing eyes not see the crumbs dotting the kobold’s chubby cheeks? Lazarus only knew of the crumbs' existence because, well, when he saw more cookies, he couldn’t help but give his lips a compulsory lick.

The heavy kobold forced out a chubby chuckle, trying to nonchalantly laugh off how he had just looked ready to devour that entire container right then and there. “H-Heheh. More cookies, again? Not even a ‘How are you?’ Just, straight to feeding me?”

“Oh?” Alister paused, standing up firmer. “My apologies. How are you doing, Lazarus?”

“I’m, uh… I’m alright, thanks.”

“Wonderful.” Alister gave the container another shake. “I brought you more cookies.”

“Right.” The kobold felt ready to face palm. What had started as a way to act nonchalant just made him look like a socially-awkward dunce. But could you blame him? This was a really, really weird situation to be in, definitely not something he ever thought he’d find himself in!

Lazarus took a careful sigh. He should at least be honest with the demon. “Hey, Alister? I really appreciate the gifts. Like, I really do. But, erh… I just don’t think I can accept them anymore.”

Alister continued to look down at the kobold, his glowing eyes flickering slightly as though he were blinking. “Why is that?”

“Well…” The kobold rubbed his hands together, looking down. “I mean… You’ve given me so much that I don’t think I could ever repay you. I’m definitely not nearly as skilled a baker as you are.”

“That’s never been a problem.” The demon cocked his head to the side slightly. “Seeing your enjoyment is more than enough for me.”

“O-oh.” Lazarus felt his cheeks burn slightly at that. That was surprisingly sweet. Now he felt a little guilty, like he should take the cookies and eat one right now, just to make up for it.

Ah, but that would be feeding into the other problem he was having, wouldn’t it?

“I-I mean… I-I’d love to, but…” Lazarus grabbed at the sleeves of his suit, tugging on them slightly. With a sigh, he looked back up at Alister. “I think I’m getting too… heavy.”

Now that got a reaction out of Alister. The demon’s large ears stood on end at that last word, his muzzle lifting slightly. Gosh, even his eyes seem to light up, literally, like small iridescent light bulbs. “Heavy?” He repeated. “Heavy how?”

Lazarus’ cheeks flushed redder. Did he have to spell it out? No, no, don’t be rude. Maybe Alister didn’t understand the concept of gaining weight. He was a demon, after all, and probably not too used to interacting with mortals.

“W-well…” Lazarus sighed, before raising his arms, gesturing to himself. “I’m, uh, definitely a little rounder than when we first met, right? My, uh, stomach is… is hanging farther than it should.” The kobold mutters softly, reaching around to grab the cleft of his soft belly, even giving it a slight shake to send it jiggling. Ugh, it felt weird, trying to show off how fat he was to his demon coworker so he’d get the point. With those glowing eyes on him, watching his every movement, Lazarus felt quite self-conscious, not even bothering going into detail on how tight the waistband of his khakis dug into his waist, or how the buttons of his shirt strained every time he breathed too deep.

But he pressed on. The curvaceous kobold grabbed at his love handles instead, squeezing tight enough for the squish to be visible, even through his uniform. “Y-yeah, uh, this wasn’t all here before.”

“I’m aware.” Alister responded curtly, his eyes still roaming Lazarus’ body. “You’ve gotten fatter.”

Lazarus blinked. Oh. Well then. “Y-yeah, I have…” Not the reaction he was expecting. Suddenly, it felt hard to look at Alister in the eyes.

Not like the demon minded. Infact, the skull-head leaned his skull-head down closer to Lazarus, his ears still perked and alert. “Tell me, Lazarus, how was your dinner last night?”

“H-huh?” The kobold blinked. “It was good… why?”

“What did you have?”

He had to think for a moment. “Chicken cordon bleu, with a baked potato, Coke… and a slice of cheesecake for dessert.” Lazarus swallowed. Oops. He hadn’t meant to say all that. Something about the way Alister looked at him, however, made it hard to keep his words to himself.

But Alister simply nodded, as though expecting an answer like that. “I don’t think it was just my cookies that did this to you.” He rumbles, gently poking a claw into the kobold’s softened middle. “And even if it were, a smart creature like yourself could find a way to diet and exercise the calories away.”

“Y-yeah.” Lazarus was trying really hard to not look at Alister’s face, or look completely shameless and embarrassed. He failed on all counts.

“Then why don’t you?” The demon goads, giving that stomach another poke.

“I… I mean…” What was he supposed to say? Because he has poor self control? Because he likes eating fatty foods? Because he likes being big? Because they were all true, dammit! He was supposed to be the one asking Alister to stop bringing him so much sweets, yet here he was being interrogated for being such a fat glutton! Despite his poundage, Lazarus felt small, impossibly so, like a tiny rabbit caught in the path of a nasty predator. A predator who was reading him like an open book, and who was enjoying every page.

His mouth opened again, ready to spew out more words against his will. Thankfully, however, none of the more personal info came out this time. “I’m afraid that, if I keep getting bigger, it’ll start impacting my performance at work. This job is really important to me, and I don’t want something as simple as my weight to put it in jeopardy. It’s hard controlling my appetite when I eat your cookies. They, uh, make me crave foods that pair well with it, like cakes and ice cream…”

Phew, that was a mouthful. Lazarus didn’t mean to ramble like that, but he felt a big weight leave his shoulders regardless. Even Alister looked satisfied at that answer, leaning back from the kobold. He glanced at the container of cookies in his claws, no doubt debating what to do with them now that he can’t give them to Lazarus anymore-

“You should have them anyway.”

“W-what?!” Lazarus gasped. “B-But I just said, I can’t stop thinking about food when I eat them!”

“So?”

Lazarus clenched his fists. “So I’ll keep getting fatter, and then it’ll get in the way of my job, and-”

“No it won’t.” Alister shook his head. “Lazarus, it never came up in conversation, but I was hired to be a ‘miracle worker.’ Or, rather, your boss made a pact with me. I do what I can to make sure he and his company thrive, and that he lives a very comfortable, happy life. The contract binds me to his will, but I see no reason why I can’t extend that offer to you.”

Lazarus looked up at the demon with awe, wide-eyed. “Y-You’d do that for me? B-But why?”

“Because I like you.” The demon let out a low chuckle, before leaning down once again. This time, however, it was to gently rub the top of the kobold’s head, his claw gently tracing along Lazarus’ scaly scalp. The skull-face’s voice purred softly. “You are quite entertaining, and your work effort is both admirable and endearing. Besides, I like seeing the effects my food has on you, and I would like to see even more of you.”

Man, just when Lazarus had thought he was done being flustered, his cheeks flared up a bright pink yet again. It was obvious what Alister was telling him what to do at this point.

But the demon still felt the need to spell things out, just in case. “Continue indulging yourself whenever you’d like, Lazarus. In fact, take it a step further. Don’t worry about your productivity. Do this, and I’ll see to it you receive a… promotion, down the line.”

“But… I…” Lazarus looked away. If it weren’t for his scales, he’d be covered in goosebumps right about now. It wasn’t that the notion wasn’t tempting. It was, extremely so, even. In fact, it was almost frightening how easily Lazarus could picture himself letting go even further. But there was still so much to consider, not to mention he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea following the ideas of a demon.


“I… it’s just…” The kobold began mumbling, looking around for anything to look at that wasn’t the intimidating demon before him. That stapler on the counter will do. “There’s so much to consider, you know? I-I mean, this is my entire lifestyle we’re talking about here! Th-there’s clothing costs, and-and new furniture to consider, and food bills! What if it’s not right? What if-”

“Shhhhhh.” That skeletal paw of Alister’s slid from the top of Lazarus’ head, roaming to the underside of the kobold’s muzzle. With a gentle grip, the demon forced the chubby co-worker to look him in the eyes, and suddenly Lazarus had his vision locked with the demon. Even without that grip on his chin, he couldn’t look away from those glowing eyes within those hollow, black sockets, as vibrant as miniature suns.

“You overthink.” Alister spoke softly, voice now a quiet rumble. “I see before me a hardworking creature, who selflessly puts others before him. Imagine how far you could go if you cared for yourself as much as you cared for others. This adorable, happy little dough ball, as full of life and joy as he is with carbs. You’d brighten so many others’ day with your presence alone, most of all mine.”

With that, the container of cookies was thrusted into the kobold’s doughy chest, causing him to catch it on reflex. Lazarus felt another pat on the head, and looked up to find Alister no longer there, vanishing into thin air yet again. Not like he had any words for his skeletal coworker anyways. There was a lot to unpack here, and he wasn’t sure where to begin. Was it really ok to just… let himself go? Would he really receive a promotion if he allowed himself to grow even fatter? Was Alister really a friend he could trust, or a demon to be feared?

During his pondering, the kobold had already opened the container and taken a bite out of one of the cookies. Upon realizing this, Lazarus let out a chuckle, before stuffing the rest of it down his throat. Well, his body apparently decided for him.

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It was much easier to justify ordering extra dessert when it’s believed to be for the good of the company.

For example, that night, Lazarus ordered a baked ziti that would have given anyone else who was kobold height a large tummy ache. However, fully believing in Alister’s words, the kobold made sure to include a pizza-cookie as well, with a healthy dollop of ice cream on top to really layer on the indulgence. The following evening, the rotund reptile scarfed down an entire pan of lasagna, yet even while laying in bed and nursing his poor overstuffed stomach, he made sure to nibble on chocolates until he passed out, a candy bar sticking out of his mouth as he slept.

Yes, it was indulgent to the extreme, and while the satisfaction of packing his stomach with as much sugar and carbs as it could fit was undeniable, the kobold still felt paranoia cling to him just as those candy bar wrappers clung to him the next morning. Surely doing something that felt this good was wrong, wasn’t it?

Well, those anxious thoughts were almost immediately put to rest by the next day, when someone other than Alister came to check in on the kobold. He was a fox Lazarus had seen around the office a handful of times before, but the two of them never even exchanged eye-contact, let alone words.

Yet now, this fox came by to offer praise! “Hey! Just wanted to let you know you’ve been a huge help to the team since you’ve come on. It’s been great to have you aboard!” That fox would say as he gave the kobold’s broad back a firm pat, jiggling Lazarus’ body hard enough to dislodge a few crumbs from his back folds (eating in bed was becoming a dangerous habit).

It wasn’t just the fox, either. As the days turned into weeks, Lazarus felt himself becoming acquainted with more and more of the company staff, all coming by to offer their praise, company, and even a few treats here and there. And with every visit, the pudgy kobold’s face split into a dimple-forming grin. He was doing something right!

He needed to work harder! He needed to eat more!

His shirt gave out first; the first three buttons on his lower shelf of a gut refused to button up, and the kobold refused to even put in the effort of trying to fuse them together. Yes, he was sitting and walking around with his lap-filling gut practically on display, but after reviewing the company’s dress code, he realized he wasn’t technically breaking any rules. Yes, he’ll put in a request for a larger uniform, but while that request was processed, he was more than content to let it all hang out. None of his new visitors seemed to mind; in fact, more often than not, they wouldn’t leave without giving his exposed gut a firm pat or squeeze.

His chair gave out next. With a thunderous boom, Lazarus found himself flat on his back, with hunks and pieces of plastic wedged into his back. It should have at least hurt a little bit, either the impact or the embarrassment, yet the massive kobold just laughed softly and watched his gelatinous hill of a gut wobble along with him. His back and butt did a fantastic job of absorbing that impact!

And thankfully, he wasn’t in any trouble! In fact, when Alister came to haul him back onto his feet (goodness, that demon was strong), the skull-faced vulpine informed him he’d be receiving a new chair the next day, one build much sturdier for the days to come. For now, he was free to leave early, but not without receiving what felt like a shipping box full of cookies. Lazarus made sure to return that box empty the next morning.

It was when Lazarus’ cubicle gave out next that the kobold was forced to step back and assess the situation, and not just so he wouldn’t end up stuck.

He couldn’t squeeze his way into his cubicle. It was too small. No, he was too big! Yes, he was acutely aware that the edges had been digging into him lately when he squeezed in, but at least he could squeeze in! If the colossal kobold tried walking in, his girthy hips would bang into the edges like doorstoppers. And if he turned to slide in, well, there was the issue of a stomach larger than the rest of him billowing out and squeezing into one end, along with an ass whose only purpose was to wear down office chairs into nothingness bulging out from behind him blocking the other end.

Goodness, he didn’t even think it was possible! He was so short, for crying out loud, yet he likely outweighed everyone on this floor by a country mile! But then again, what other outcome was there when he’d been allowed- no, encouraged to just sit on his growing rump and eat, eat, EAT? How many pallets of cookies had he shoved down his greedy maw while at work alone? How high would the crumbs be around his desk were it not for the janitor who faithfully vacuumed his cubicle every night?

Of course he was huge! Lazarus knew he was huge when his belly hung to his knees, yet that didn’t stop him from stuffing himself silly day in and day out. Now, his belly hung pretty damn close to his ankles now, a portable kobold-sized bean bag always there to remind him he was living in the lap of luxury, even if he no longer had a lap. For weeks now, Lazarus could navigate his house without turning on the lights, not because of his darkvision, but because he didn’t need to fear bumping into anything, not when that stomach of his would collide with the walls or furniture long before his snout ever could! He’d been so… so comfortably fat for a while now, yet the rotund reptilian planted his arms deep into that billowing blubber, feeling it shift and wobble around as if experiencing his obesity for the very first time.


Man, his arms! The only exercise they ever got was bringing food to his lips, and even that was considered a pretty arduous workout in his standards. They were heavy with fat, soft and squishy, yet bending them was a real hassle. During the rare times Lazarus wasn’t eating, they were resting against his sides at a near-45 degree angle, or pressing against his pillowy moobs as he attempted to reach for the keyboard that would lay on his stomach.

And his butt! Lazarus didn’t know it was possible for a rump to rise up from fatness, yet he couldn’t dislodge his tail from resting against the top of it if he tried! Exactly how massive that rear of his had grown, he couldn’t say. All he knew was that he had to swing his hips in order to get that thing on a chair.

“So this is it.” Lazarus muttered to himself, standing before his cubicle with a slight grimace. The day he’d feared had come: The day the kobold was too fat to work. Funny, he would have thought he’d be more panic-stricken; or maybe he was, and he couldn’t tell due to how heavy his breathing had grown just from walking- erh, waddling his hefty self to the cubicle. Other than that, he was surprisingly calm. He wasn’t afraid of any retaliation, as he had been encouraged to, well, let himself go. The kobold was just curious as to how Alister would react to-

Ah, he felt a bony hand plant itself on his head. Speak of the devil.

“I see you’ve run into quite the predicament. ‘Run’ in the metaphorical sense, of course.” Alister’s velvet voice purred softly as his fingers dug into Lazarus’ scalp, rubbing along the base of the kobold’s stubby horns. They were perhaps the only part of his body that wasn’t swaddled in layers of blubber. For now, at least.

With a huff, Lazarus turned to face the demon, his protruding paunch brushing into Alister’s waist and thighs. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“I should hope not. I was the one who molded you into this, wasn’t I?” The demon’s yellow eyes lit up, his hand gliding down to trace along those round, squishy cheeks.

Lazarus couldn’t help but scoff softly. “H-Hey, give me some credit. I also ate a lot at home.”

“I see that.” Alister nodded softly, before glancing towards the cubicle. “You’ve grown much faster than even we could have anticipated.”

“Y-Yeah…” Lazarus felt his chubby cheeks, still jiggling from the demon’s touch, blush. It was one thing for Alister to tell him to let himself go and take better care of himself, but hearing that, the kobold was starting to feel like he’d been a reckless, shameless glutton. “You can, uh… Could you help push me in, perhaps?”

“I could. But if I squeezed you back into your cubicle, you would never leave.” The demon clicked his tongue. “Ever.”

“Oh.” That sounded a little ominous. And exciting.

The demon chuckled softly, his paws roaming right back to the top of Lazarus’ head. “Don’t worry, my fat friend. I believe you’ve more than earned that promotion I’ve been talking about, and that promotion comes with a more… roomier work environment. It’s yours for the taking, so long as you continue the good work.”

Those glowing eyes flicked down towards the kobold’s ponderous middle, the belly that Lazarus could barely even reach halfway around. The belly that continued to gurgle and grumble if it went more than 30 minutes without taking a snack break. The belly that prevented the kobold from reaching his desk anymore, and thus required him to set his keyboard on his chest. The belly that continued to grow heavier and heavier, larger and larger, incentivizing him to just plop himself down and never get back up.

Lazarus grinned up at the demon. “I’d be happy to.” When it came to being productive, the kobold always gave his 110%.