Running from Corpulence: CHAPTER VII
With the holiday season right around the corner, Vorax prepared a great feast for all of his friends he 'invited' to the ugly sweater fest! That is of course if they show up... where will all of the food go to then?
CHAPTER VI <--- PROLOGUE ---> CHAPTER VIII
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Story:
Vorax ©, Mazaku © & Artwork:
And as plokishmok3 said #savethelavacakes
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DECEMBER (Month 7)
Maz did a double-take as he sauntered by the dining room and peered inside. Sure, he had expected the table to be set for the large holiday feast planned for that evening, but what he hadn’t expected was seeing the table absolutely chocked full of food, and Vorax was bringing in yet another large platter. The older dragon elbowed a large pot of mashed potatoes sprinkled with scallions aside to place down yet another pot of mashed potatoes.
“Do we really need two of them?” Maz asked.
“What, they’re completely different!” Vorax said. “This one is garlic infused and this other has scallions and basil. Just gotta make some more room…”
“I guess the more the merrier,” Maz sighed as he glanced from one large platter of lamb chops to the large ham roast in the center of the table to the small dishes of baked veggies that were soaked with so much butter that the shimmer in the overhead light was hurting Maz’s eyes. Two mountains of dinner rolls were placed on either end of the table while accompanying sticks of butter lay scattered in every nook and cranny spared in the packed table spread.
Maz figured it was a good thing that Vorax had recently bought a new table to accommodate a grand feast of this magnitude. Vorax had said he wanted to host more gatherings at their home with the implication being those gatherings coinciding with a tremendous amount of food. Tonight, Maz figured, was a trial run of sorts in that regard.
“When did you say your friends were coming?” Maz asked.
“They should have been here by now,” Vorax mused before glancing out the window. The wind was howling in snowy sprawls blocking anything more than just the view of the growing snowbank in the front yard; the first snowstorm of the year. “I’ll go send them a text to see where they’re at. In the meantime, you should get ready!”
“I was just about to go freshen up,” Maz said.
“Good, make sure you put on that new Christmas sweater! Then we can match and be the Christmas bros!” Vorax pointing the large green and white knitted sweater covering his bulbous torso, especially toward the scene of stylized frolicking reindeer along the middle textured stripe. Maz couldn’t help but chuckle at the giddy look on his brother’s face, especially as it turned to fear as an alarm began to blare from the kitchen.
“The lava cakes!” Vorax shrieked as he turned with surprising swiftness before waddling out of the room. Maz continued to chuckle as he turned to head down the hall to his room. “Oh thank god, they’re okay… for the most part..!” Vorax called in the distance as Maz shuffled into his room and closed the door behind him. He leaned again the door and sighed again: he was both looking forward to and anxious about this meal.
Sure, he loved that his brother had been going all out to make this a holiday feast to remember, but it was his brother’s friends that he was concerned about. Though they rarely came over to their house as they lived a few towns over, when they had in the past, they had always teased Maz about his scrawny frame and bone-thin limbs. Now that he had put on weight, he didn’t know how they would react and the idea of being poked and prodded by the gang of pudgy dragons and lizards was something that Maz wasn’t looking forward to dealing with. He was still feeling a bit self-conscious about his new curves and pudginess and wasn’t looking forward to being the center of attention for the rambunctious crew.
Still, Maz thought as he wandered over toward his bed, you have to put on a friendly face and make an appearance. He picked up the sweater laid out on the bed before him, one he had just torn open from a beautifully wrapped box given to him by his older brother. The sweater was an intricate mix of red and white similar to the one Vorax was donning save for the series of large lines of snowflakes that stretched horizontally across the front. The attire was clearly meant for one purpose, a holiday party, but despite that, it still seemed like it may struggle with that one function, a fact that became clear when Maz held the sweater up in front of him. Despite the ample amounts of woven fabric, it was clear that the sweater was going to be tight on him; there was no denying that.
Maz vaguely remembered his older brother coming back from Black Friday shopping a month ago and hurriedly disappearing into his room with two large shopping bags though one had a characteristic green sleeve poking out; some early, discounted Christmas shopping. Likely the sweater would have fit perfectly at that point, but since Thanksgiving, Maz had only packed on more weight. The added pudge that was clearly evident as Mas tossed the sweater back down onto the bed and pulled off the sweatshirt and t-shirt he was donning. As soon as the collar had popped over his swollen chipmunk cheeks he caught his reflection in the mirror of his dresser off to the side.
Recently, Maz had been avoiding the mirror and seeing his pudgy form, usually covering the reflective glass with old shirts and pants the had long since outgrown. Yesterday though, he had spent the better part of an afternoon cleaning up his room in an effort to start the upcoming holidays and New Years with a fresh new start; though incidentally, that meant coming to terms with that dreaded reflection.
The drake stood staring back at himself for an extended moment, noting just how bulbous his frame had become. It was still hard to say he recognized his own face with how thick his muzzle had become, how soft his jawline had regressed, or how tight his lips appeared squished between his bulging cheeks. It was strange seeing how far his neck had seemed to have disappeared, appearing as only a short, broad stump connecting his multiple chins to the top of his plump chest where a set of heavy moobs rest and pressed down on his lungs, a fact that had become evident during his cleaning spurt as he had found himself quickly getting out of breath when just bending over and picking up a few scattered pairs of shoes and parachute-sized underwear. The set of watermelon-sized twins sagged forward due to their own hefty weight, sagging onto the top of his domed middle as well as dropping down his sides, joining the series of thick love handles lining the bowing curvature of his sides.
His pillowy arms hugged his sides, now unable to simply fall to the floor due to gravity with the excess belly blubber in the way. The girth of his gut was starting to make the dragon look more round than tall and drooped over the front of his thighs and splayed out to his sides, giving him a pair of broad hips complete with a set of plump nearly beachball-sized buttcheeks. His thighs were barrel-sized and pressed up against each other no matter how far Maz tried to spread his stance.
The fat drooped down over his knees, joining with the rising bulk of his calves and squishing his knees into a state of submission, making his walk more and more like a labored waddle. Maz had grown enormous, with billowing curve and jostling fat folds even while standing at rest. He felt like he was carrying around a blanket of jello all over his frame with his one lithe frame buried deep beneath the thick layers of lard; lard that he had stuffed into his own face and now was experiencing the consequences of.
Maz couldn’t believe he had even eaten enough to pack on so much weight but here he was staring at himself and the obese dragon staring back at him. What was harder to believe was the odd sense of familiarity that came with that gaze. Was it the distant memory of his pudgier childhood, perhaps, but the more striking comparison was with his big brother, well now, same-sized brother. If not for the different green tint of their scales, it would have been much harder for a stranger to tell them apart. There was no denying it, the former drake athlete was long gone and though that thought had often ushered on a sense of dread, shame, and embarrassment, now as Maz took in the sight as a mere state of being; matter of fact.
He was fat. I can accept that as a fact.
He was obese. Very clearly I am.
He was out of shape. That made sense.
He was nearly as big as Vorax. How had that happened?
He felt heavy. That was par for the course with so much mass, that’s just physics...
He felt big. That’s … an interesting sensation...
He felt bulky. There was just so much of …. Me…
There was something kind of instinctively nice about that feeling, something deep within his dragon blood that took pride in being the biggest drake he could be… Maz’s belly suddenly rumbled, bringing him back to reality. Maz shook his head. He needed to focus. He needed to get ready for dinner.
He grabbed the sweater and yanked it over his head, a simple task that was quickly proving to be quite difficult. While he was getting used to his underarm fat sloshing down against the side of his face and neck, restricting his movements as he raised them over his head, he slipped his head through the base of the sweater and then struggled to pull his cheeks through the tight collar. Eventually, he poked his eyes through and yanked the fabric down with a jolting grunt that shook his entire body. With a huff, he slid his arms through the sleeves and pulled the fabric down over his torso and immediately confirmed his earlier suspicions. The bottom of the shirt stopped just below his belly button, leaving the bottom lardy cascade of his belly to poke through for all the world the see. He tried to tug the edges down, but it was no use; the shirt was clearly undersized. Maz considered changing but then he heard a voice calling from the dining room:
“Maz, dinner!” Vorax’s voice echoed. Maz sighed; he guessed this would do for now. If he was sitting at the table, no one would be able to notice, but it still made the drake a little self-conscious. He wandered out of his bedroom and shuffled into the dining room but paused in the doorway. Despite the table being piled high with food, the chairs were still all empty.
“Where is everyone?” Maz asked as Vorax wandered back into the dining room, pulling off his baking mitts.
“They just texted me and said they couldn’t get their car started. They were going to Uber, but no one is out tonight, one because of the holidays and two because of the storm,” Vorax said a somber disappointed look crossing his face. Maz felt bad for his brother, as he had been looking forward to this meal with friends and Maz for a while.
“Well, it can still be a bros dinner,” Maz said, pointing toward his sweater. “A Christmas Bros, dinner!” Vorax’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah! We can have all this great food for ourselves!” Vorax said. “Come please, have a seat!” Vorax pulled out the seat at the head of the table and ushered Maz to sit down. Maz went and sat down, shifting in his seat as he got comfortable, though it was hard to get cozy as the edges of his thighs and rear drooped off the sides of the chair; it didn’t help that his swollen tail could no longer fit between the wooden cross rails, instead having to squeeze out behind his broad back and heavily plop to the floor with a meaty thud.
After taking a minute to settle in, Maz looked up and saw Vorax was already pilling the younger drake’s plate high with food. The older dragon slapped on three lamb chops, dueling mountains of potatoes, and some baked squash onto his plate before throwing a trio of rolls on top of the mess; a garnishing of buttery bread.
“Dig in!” Vorax said as he turned his attention to his own plate. Maz stared at the pile of food for a second before his stomach growled, prompting him to take action. Wielding his fork and knife, the drake attacked the lamb chops first. Vorax really was a wizard in the kitchen as the tender meat simply gave way beneath his fork. He popped a hunk into his mouth and let out an involuntary moan as the savory lamb melted away on his tongue. The hints of butter, the rich flavor of the lamb itself along with the garlic and herb seasoning that made his tastebuds dance.
“Oh my god, this is so good!” Maz said, quickly going for another bite.
“Thanks, glad you like it,” Vorax said, calmly digging into his own meal as he kept an eye on his brother. He knew that Maz always hesitated at the start of a meal, but as of late, once those first few flavors hit, he would lose himself in the food as his needy stomach took over. He would simply give in to the cries from his hungry belly and the enticing flavors on his tongue, and once the younger had started making it a habit all those months ago, there was no breaking it now for the holidays; a fact that Vorax had been planning on. A lot of the evening’s logistics had been preplanned, such as the excess butter that had been baked into the mashed potatoes, veggies, and dinner rolls, as well as the “drama” surrounding his friends’ unfortunate absence.
Unbeknownst to Maz, Vorax’s friends were all off celebrating the holidays with their respective families. There had been no actual plan to have them join the two drakes for dinner, it was merely a rouse to make a feast of food and encourage his brother to eat as much as possible. Vorax had even planned on giving his brother the undersized sweater, using his gaining expertise to predict just how large Maz would swell up to and get a sweater just too small for him. It wasn’t meant to humiliate his brother but merely act as a measuring tape for the meal that was only beginning. Vorax’s goal was to reveal Maz’s belly button before the younger drake was allowed to leave the table and Maz was making good progress so far.
Over the span of just a few minutes, Maz had torn through his trio of lamb chops and was now working his way through the pound of potatoes lining the edge of his plate. Vorax had made them extra creamy so that they would more readily slide down Maz’s throat; one could practically guzzle the stuff down like a thick milkshake.
As Vorax finished his own lamb chop, Maz began scarfing down some veggies, the butter smearing across his lips and accumulating in the corners of his mouth, giving them a sheen in the overhead light that highlighted just how gluttonous the drake had become; Vorax was so proud. In just a blink of an eye, Maz’s plate was clear and Vorax wasted no time in hopping up and piling on more.
“More pork chops?” Vorax asked.
“Yeah, *hic,” Maz said, stifling an accompanying belch; he had definitely eaten too quickly. Though he knew he had certainly eaten enough, his tongue still longed for more. “Maybe just one more…” Before Maz could finish his sentence, Vorax plopped another three pork chops onto his plate, followed by a huge portion of the roasted ham which he then buried with more mashed potatoes. By the time Vorax had sat back down, Maz’s second helping was towering higher than his first had been, and though he would have spoken up, he wanted another taste of those chops first. He cut into it and popped a hunk into his mouth and quickly fell in love all over again.
Maz ate quickly, though not as quick as before, his feeding now fueled more by his tastebuds than his belly as it was quickly filling to capacity. As Maz worked through the back half of his mound of potatoes, a sudden heaviness felt over the drake; he was getting full and [tired/exhausted]. His eyelids were growing heavy and his throat was starting to seize up, necessitating more and more effort to swallow. Still, the drake continued. As the sweet taste of the ham roast filled his mouth with its savory joy, his stomach groaned; there was no room left. Vorax could hear Maz starting to breath heavier between bites as he somehow cleared his second plate.
“Ughh,” Maz gurgled as he leaned back in his chair, letting his arms rest at his sides. He closed his eyes, the straining from his middle reverberating in his mind. A raised a quizzical eyebrow as he heard a wet plopping sound before him. He peeked open an eye and saw Vorax dumping the last lamb chop and emptying one of the bowls of mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“No… Vorax, I’m so full,” Maz groaned.
“Sorry, bro,” Vorax said. “I was expecting more people to eat all of this and we don’t have much room in the fridge. I’d hate for any of this to go to waste!” Maz sighed, shuddering as he looked at the looming plate before him. He knew his brother had a point. Maz had hated wasting food almost more than his older brother and though he felt stuffed like a holiday turkey, he knew he could probably squeeze a few more bites down his gullet. He groggily reached an arm forward and picked up his fork. He stabbed it into the mound of potatoes and brought the haphazard bite to his mouth. His jaws were slow and when he swallowed he let out a groan as he felt it slide heavily down and settle in his middle.
“See that wasn’t so bad,” Vorax said, finishing off some of the ham roast as he scooted closer to his younger bro. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Maz’s sweater riding up a bit higher on his stomach, revealing the cavernous cave of his belly button.
Let’s see if we can get that a little higher, Vorax chuckled to himself. Maz’s progress was slow as he panted in between bites, his body trying to reject the continual flow of food but Maz’s own stubbornness around food waste was fueling him forward. Still, that didn’t stop the sweat forming on his brow from the effort or the chorus of wet gurgles emanating from his more and more exposed middle. Maz let out a soft moaning wine as he struggled to lift his exhausted arm forward to grab another bite, letting his fork clatter to the table. The wall, he had hit it.
Vorax recognized that moment and didn’t waste a second in scooting over his chair and grabbing a dinner roll from Maz’s plate. He smothered it in butter and smeared it with some of the mashed potatoes and without saying a word he pressed the roll against Maz’s jaws. The younger drake let out a deep moan, trying to muster up an effort to reject the calorie-laden morsel, but Vorax was persistent.
“Come on, big guy,” Vorax said. “This isn’t going to eat itself.” Reluctantly, Maz relaxed his jaws and allowed Vorax to press the entire roll into his maw, inadvertently smearing butter and mashed potato on his lips and chin. As Maz chewed, he saw Vorax going for another roll which he promptly pressed against Maz’s lips as soon as the younger drake swallowed. Maz was too stuffed to complain though as a mouthful of buttered green beans were slid into his maw, he felt a set of warm hands on the side of his belly. Vorax pressed his paws deep into the edges of belly flab, working his digits deep to the core; where his struggling stomach was nestled. With his expert paws, he slowly massaged the bloated organ, helping it to stretch and relax. Maz appreciated the slight relief of pressure around his middle though that strain quickly returned as more food was crammed down his throat.
He was at the mercy of his brother. Maz watched as Vorax emptied each bowl and platter, with the older drake only taking a bite or two here and there himself; most of it was worked down Maz’s own gullet. He felt bloated and stuffed, feeling more and more of a draft on his belly as the sweater slowly rode up his gut. He knew he should just say no, and head to the living room to rest, knowing that each bite was only going to add to his already monstrous girth., yet he didn’t.
There was something in the back of Maz’s mind that stopped him from putting a stop to this feeding session.
Something in the back of his mind that was still enjoying the savory taste of the meat, the buttery glaze of the veggies, and creaminess of the remaining potatoes.
Something in the back of his mind that kind of liked the sensation of the bulk. There was something just so inherently satisfying about the mass, the volume, the girth, an appreciation that he realized his brother must feel; was it something he should appreciate too? Maz didn’t have much time to think about it as the last dinner roll was pressed against his maw. Maz chewed slowly and swallowed and the sight of the now empty dinner table, the realization that he had eaten most of it, the overwhelming sensation of fullness, the straining tightness around his middle, and the soft touch of his brother’s massaging hands all culminated together in his mind, shutting it down, powering it off, sending his body into standby mode as it recovered.
The wave of exhaustion was too swift for Maz to react to, and before he knew it, his head slumped backward and passed out. Only a few seconds later, the sound of loud, gurgling snores erupted from his gullet as his tongue lulled out the side of his chubby-cheeked face. Vorax couldn’t help but chuckle and give the younger drake a pat on the shoulder and playful squeeze of a love handle. He stood up and glanced down at the billowing ball of dragon lard before him, noting how Maz’s sweater was barely covering the top third of his gut.
That went better than expected, Vorax thought. Guess we’ll have to tackle dessert when he wakes up…
CHAPTER VI <--- PROLOGUE ---> CHAPTER VIII
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Story:
Vorax ©, Mazaku © & Artwork:
And as plokishmok3 said #savethelavacakes
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DECEMBER (Month 7)
Maz did a double-take as he sauntered by the dining room and peered inside. Sure, he had expected the table to be set for the large holiday feast planned for that evening, but what he hadn’t expected was seeing the table absolutely chocked full of food, and Vorax was bringing in yet another large platter. The older dragon elbowed a large pot of mashed potatoes sprinkled with scallions aside to place down yet another pot of mashed potatoes.
“Do we really need two of them?” Maz asked.
“What, they’re completely different!” Vorax said. “This one is garlic infused and this other has scallions and basil. Just gotta make some more room…”
“I guess the more the merrier,” Maz sighed as he glanced from one large platter of lamb chops to the large ham roast in the center of the table to the small dishes of baked veggies that were soaked with so much butter that the shimmer in the overhead light was hurting Maz’s eyes. Two mountains of dinner rolls were placed on either end of the table while accompanying sticks of butter lay scattered in every nook and cranny spared in the packed table spread.
Maz figured it was a good thing that Vorax had recently bought a new table to accommodate a grand feast of this magnitude. Vorax had said he wanted to host more gatherings at their home with the implication being those gatherings coinciding with a tremendous amount of food. Tonight, Maz figured, was a trial run of sorts in that regard.
“When did you say your friends were coming?” Maz asked.
“They should have been here by now,” Vorax mused before glancing out the window. The wind was howling in snowy sprawls blocking anything more than just the view of the growing snowbank in the front yard; the first snowstorm of the year. “I’ll go send them a text to see where they’re at. In the meantime, you should get ready!”
“I was just about to go freshen up,” Maz said.
“Good, make sure you put on that new Christmas sweater! Then we can match and be the Christmas bros!” Vorax pointing the large green and white knitted sweater covering his bulbous torso, especially toward the scene of stylized frolicking reindeer along the middle textured stripe. Maz couldn’t help but chuckle at the giddy look on his brother’s face, especially as it turned to fear as an alarm began to blare from the kitchen.
“The lava cakes!” Vorax shrieked as he turned with surprising swiftness before waddling out of the room. Maz continued to chuckle as he turned to head down the hall to his room. “Oh thank god, they’re okay… for the most part..!” Vorax called in the distance as Maz shuffled into his room and closed the door behind him. He leaned again the door and sighed again: he was both looking forward to and anxious about this meal.
Sure, he loved that his brother had been going all out to make this a holiday feast to remember, but it was his brother’s friends that he was concerned about. Though they rarely came over to their house as they lived a few towns over, when they had in the past, they had always teased Maz about his scrawny frame and bone-thin limbs. Now that he had put on weight, he didn’t know how they would react and the idea of being poked and prodded by the gang of pudgy dragons and lizards was something that Maz wasn’t looking forward to dealing with. He was still feeling a bit self-conscious about his new curves and pudginess and wasn’t looking forward to being the center of attention for the rambunctious crew.
Still, Maz thought as he wandered over toward his bed, you have to put on a friendly face and make an appearance. He picked up the sweater laid out on the bed before him, one he had just torn open from a beautifully wrapped box given to him by his older brother. The sweater was an intricate mix of red and white similar to the one Vorax was donning save for the series of large lines of snowflakes that stretched horizontally across the front. The attire was clearly meant for one purpose, a holiday party, but despite that, it still seemed like it may struggle with that one function, a fact that became clear when Maz held the sweater up in front of him. Despite the ample amounts of woven fabric, it was clear that the sweater was going to be tight on him; there was no denying that.
Maz vaguely remembered his older brother coming back from Black Friday shopping a month ago and hurriedly disappearing into his room with two large shopping bags though one had a characteristic green sleeve poking out; some early, discounted Christmas shopping. Likely the sweater would have fit perfectly at that point, but since Thanksgiving, Maz had only packed on more weight. The added pudge that was clearly evident as Mas tossed the sweater back down onto the bed and pulled off the sweatshirt and t-shirt he was donning. As soon as the collar had popped over his swollen chipmunk cheeks he caught his reflection in the mirror of his dresser off to the side.
Recently, Maz had been avoiding the mirror and seeing his pudgy form, usually covering the reflective glass with old shirts and pants the had long since outgrown. Yesterday though, he had spent the better part of an afternoon cleaning up his room in an effort to start the upcoming holidays and New Years with a fresh new start; though incidentally, that meant coming to terms with that dreaded reflection.
The drake stood staring back at himself for an extended moment, noting just how bulbous his frame had become. It was still hard to say he recognized his own face with how thick his muzzle had become, how soft his jawline had regressed, or how tight his lips appeared squished between his bulging cheeks. It was strange seeing how far his neck had seemed to have disappeared, appearing as only a short, broad stump connecting his multiple chins to the top of his plump chest where a set of heavy moobs rest and pressed down on his lungs, a fact that had become evident during his cleaning spurt as he had found himself quickly getting out of breath when just bending over and picking up a few scattered pairs of shoes and parachute-sized underwear. The set of watermelon-sized twins sagged forward due to their own hefty weight, sagging onto the top of his domed middle as well as dropping down his sides, joining the series of thick love handles lining the bowing curvature of his sides.
His pillowy arms hugged his sides, now unable to simply fall to the floor due to gravity with the excess belly blubber in the way. The girth of his gut was starting to make the dragon look more round than tall and drooped over the front of his thighs and splayed out to his sides, giving him a pair of broad hips complete with a set of plump nearly beachball-sized buttcheeks. His thighs were barrel-sized and pressed up against each other no matter how far Maz tried to spread his stance.
The fat drooped down over his knees, joining with the rising bulk of his calves and squishing his knees into a state of submission, making his walk more and more like a labored waddle. Maz had grown enormous, with billowing curve and jostling fat folds even while standing at rest. He felt like he was carrying around a blanket of jello all over his frame with his one lithe frame buried deep beneath the thick layers of lard; lard that he had stuffed into his own face and now was experiencing the consequences of.
Maz couldn’t believe he had even eaten enough to pack on so much weight but here he was staring at himself and the obese dragon staring back at him. What was harder to believe was the odd sense of familiarity that came with that gaze. Was it the distant memory of his pudgier childhood, perhaps, but the more striking comparison was with his big brother, well now, same-sized brother. If not for the different green tint of their scales, it would have been much harder for a stranger to tell them apart. There was no denying it, the former drake athlete was long gone and though that thought had often ushered on a sense of dread, shame, and embarrassment, now as Maz took in the sight as a mere state of being; matter of fact.
He was fat. I can accept that as a fact.
He was obese. Very clearly I am.
He was out of shape. That made sense.
He was nearly as big as Vorax. How had that happened?
He felt heavy. That was par for the course with so much mass, that’s just physics...
He felt big. That’s … an interesting sensation...
He felt bulky. There was just so much of …. Me…
There was something kind of instinctively nice about that feeling, something deep within his dragon blood that took pride in being the biggest drake he could be… Maz’s belly suddenly rumbled, bringing him back to reality. Maz shook his head. He needed to focus. He needed to get ready for dinner.
He grabbed the sweater and yanked it over his head, a simple task that was quickly proving to be quite difficult. While he was getting used to his underarm fat sloshing down against the side of his face and neck, restricting his movements as he raised them over his head, he slipped his head through the base of the sweater and then struggled to pull his cheeks through the tight collar. Eventually, he poked his eyes through and yanked the fabric down with a jolting grunt that shook his entire body. With a huff, he slid his arms through the sleeves and pulled the fabric down over his torso and immediately confirmed his earlier suspicions. The bottom of the shirt stopped just below his belly button, leaving the bottom lardy cascade of his belly to poke through for all the world the see. He tried to tug the edges down, but it was no use; the shirt was clearly undersized. Maz considered changing but then he heard a voice calling from the dining room:
“Maz, dinner!” Vorax’s voice echoed. Maz sighed; he guessed this would do for now. If he was sitting at the table, no one would be able to notice, but it still made the drake a little self-conscious. He wandered out of his bedroom and shuffled into the dining room but paused in the doorway. Despite the table being piled high with food, the chairs were still all empty.
“Where is everyone?” Maz asked as Vorax wandered back into the dining room, pulling off his baking mitts.
“They just texted me and said they couldn’t get their car started. They were going to Uber, but no one is out tonight, one because of the holidays and two because of the storm,” Vorax said a somber disappointed look crossing his face. Maz felt bad for his brother, as he had been looking forward to this meal with friends and Maz for a while.
“Well, it can still be a bros dinner,” Maz said, pointing toward his sweater. “A Christmas Bros, dinner!” Vorax’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah! We can have all this great food for ourselves!” Vorax said. “Come please, have a seat!” Vorax pulled out the seat at the head of the table and ushered Maz to sit down. Maz went and sat down, shifting in his seat as he got comfortable, though it was hard to get cozy as the edges of his thighs and rear drooped off the sides of the chair; it didn’t help that his swollen tail could no longer fit between the wooden cross rails, instead having to squeeze out behind his broad back and heavily plop to the floor with a meaty thud.
After taking a minute to settle in, Maz looked up and saw Vorax was already pilling the younger drake’s plate high with food. The older dragon slapped on three lamb chops, dueling mountains of potatoes, and some baked squash onto his plate before throwing a trio of rolls on top of the mess; a garnishing of buttery bread.
“Dig in!” Vorax said as he turned his attention to his own plate. Maz stared at the pile of food for a second before his stomach growled, prompting him to take action. Wielding his fork and knife, the drake attacked the lamb chops first. Vorax really was a wizard in the kitchen as the tender meat simply gave way beneath his fork. He popped a hunk into his mouth and let out an involuntary moan as the savory lamb melted away on his tongue. The hints of butter, the rich flavor of the lamb itself along with the garlic and herb seasoning that made his tastebuds dance.
“Oh my god, this is so good!” Maz said, quickly going for another bite.
“Thanks, glad you like it,” Vorax said, calmly digging into his own meal as he kept an eye on his brother. He knew that Maz always hesitated at the start of a meal, but as of late, once those first few flavors hit, he would lose himself in the food as his needy stomach took over. He would simply give in to the cries from his hungry belly and the enticing flavors on his tongue, and once the younger had started making it a habit all those months ago, there was no breaking it now for the holidays; a fact that Vorax had been planning on. A lot of the evening’s logistics had been preplanned, such as the excess butter that had been baked into the mashed potatoes, veggies, and dinner rolls, as well as the “drama” surrounding his friends’ unfortunate absence.
Unbeknownst to Maz, Vorax’s friends were all off celebrating the holidays with their respective families. There had been no actual plan to have them join the two drakes for dinner, it was merely a rouse to make a feast of food and encourage his brother to eat as much as possible. Vorax had even planned on giving his brother the undersized sweater, using his gaining expertise to predict just how large Maz would swell up to and get a sweater just too small for him. It wasn’t meant to humiliate his brother but merely act as a measuring tape for the meal that was only beginning. Vorax’s goal was to reveal Maz’s belly button before the younger drake was allowed to leave the table and Maz was making good progress so far.
Over the span of just a few minutes, Maz had torn through his trio of lamb chops and was now working his way through the pound of potatoes lining the edge of his plate. Vorax had made them extra creamy so that they would more readily slide down Maz’s throat; one could practically guzzle the stuff down like a thick milkshake.
As Vorax finished his own lamb chop, Maz began scarfing down some veggies, the butter smearing across his lips and accumulating in the corners of his mouth, giving them a sheen in the overhead light that highlighted just how gluttonous the drake had become; Vorax was so proud. In just a blink of an eye, Maz’s plate was clear and Vorax wasted no time in hopping up and piling on more.
“More pork chops?” Vorax asked.
“Yeah, *hic,” Maz said, stifling an accompanying belch; he had definitely eaten too quickly. Though he knew he had certainly eaten enough, his tongue still longed for more. “Maybe just one more…” Before Maz could finish his sentence, Vorax plopped another three pork chops onto his plate, followed by a huge portion of the roasted ham which he then buried with more mashed potatoes. By the time Vorax had sat back down, Maz’s second helping was towering higher than his first had been, and though he would have spoken up, he wanted another taste of those chops first. He cut into it and popped a hunk into his mouth and quickly fell in love all over again.
Maz ate quickly, though not as quick as before, his feeding now fueled more by his tastebuds than his belly as it was quickly filling to capacity. As Maz worked through the back half of his mound of potatoes, a sudden heaviness felt over the drake; he was getting full and [tired/exhausted]. His eyelids were growing heavy and his throat was starting to seize up, necessitating more and more effort to swallow. Still, the drake continued. As the sweet taste of the ham roast filled his mouth with its savory joy, his stomach groaned; there was no room left. Vorax could hear Maz starting to breath heavier between bites as he somehow cleared his second plate.
“Ughh,” Maz gurgled as he leaned back in his chair, letting his arms rest at his sides. He closed his eyes, the straining from his middle reverberating in his mind. A raised a quizzical eyebrow as he heard a wet plopping sound before him. He peeked open an eye and saw Vorax dumping the last lamb chop and emptying one of the bowls of mashed potatoes onto his plate.
“No… Vorax, I’m so full,” Maz groaned.
“Sorry, bro,” Vorax said. “I was expecting more people to eat all of this and we don’t have much room in the fridge. I’d hate for any of this to go to waste!” Maz sighed, shuddering as he looked at the looming plate before him. He knew his brother had a point. Maz had hated wasting food almost more than his older brother and though he felt stuffed like a holiday turkey, he knew he could probably squeeze a few more bites down his gullet. He groggily reached an arm forward and picked up his fork. He stabbed it into the mound of potatoes and brought the haphazard bite to his mouth. His jaws were slow and when he swallowed he let out a groan as he felt it slide heavily down and settle in his middle.
“See that wasn’t so bad,” Vorax said, finishing off some of the ham roast as he scooted closer to his younger bro. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Maz’s sweater riding up a bit higher on his stomach, revealing the cavernous cave of his belly button.
Let’s see if we can get that a little higher, Vorax chuckled to himself. Maz’s progress was slow as he panted in between bites, his body trying to reject the continual flow of food but Maz’s own stubbornness around food waste was fueling him forward. Still, that didn’t stop the sweat forming on his brow from the effort or the chorus of wet gurgles emanating from his more and more exposed middle. Maz let out a soft moaning wine as he struggled to lift his exhausted arm forward to grab another bite, letting his fork clatter to the table. The wall, he had hit it.
Vorax recognized that moment and didn’t waste a second in scooting over his chair and grabbing a dinner roll from Maz’s plate. He smothered it in butter and smeared it with some of the mashed potatoes and without saying a word he pressed the roll against Maz’s jaws. The younger drake let out a deep moan, trying to muster up an effort to reject the calorie-laden morsel, but Vorax was persistent.
“Come on, big guy,” Vorax said. “This isn’t going to eat itself.” Reluctantly, Maz relaxed his jaws and allowed Vorax to press the entire roll into his maw, inadvertently smearing butter and mashed potato on his lips and chin. As Maz chewed, he saw Vorax going for another roll which he promptly pressed against Maz’s lips as soon as the younger drake swallowed. Maz was too stuffed to complain though as a mouthful of buttered green beans were slid into his maw, he felt a set of warm hands on the side of his belly. Vorax pressed his paws deep into the edges of belly flab, working his digits deep to the core; where his struggling stomach was nestled. With his expert paws, he slowly massaged the bloated organ, helping it to stretch and relax. Maz appreciated the slight relief of pressure around his middle though that strain quickly returned as more food was crammed down his throat.
He was at the mercy of his brother. Maz watched as Vorax emptied each bowl and platter, with the older drake only taking a bite or two here and there himself; most of it was worked down Maz’s own gullet. He felt bloated and stuffed, feeling more and more of a draft on his belly as the sweater slowly rode up his gut. He knew he should just say no, and head to the living room to rest, knowing that each bite was only going to add to his already monstrous girth., yet he didn’t.
There was something in the back of Maz’s mind that stopped him from putting a stop to this feeding session.
Something in the back of his mind that was still enjoying the savory taste of the meat, the buttery glaze of the veggies, and creaminess of the remaining potatoes.
Something in the back of his mind that kind of liked the sensation of the bulk. There was something just so inherently satisfying about the mass, the volume, the girth, an appreciation that he realized his brother must feel; was it something he should appreciate too? Maz didn’t have much time to think about it as the last dinner roll was pressed against his maw. Maz chewed slowly and swallowed and the sight of the now empty dinner table, the realization that he had eaten most of it, the overwhelming sensation of fullness, the straining tightness around his middle, and the soft touch of his brother’s massaging hands all culminated together in his mind, shutting it down, powering it off, sending his body into standby mode as it recovered.
The wave of exhaustion was too swift for Maz to react to, and before he knew it, his head slumped backward and passed out. Only a few seconds later, the sound of loud, gurgling snores erupted from his gullet as his tongue lulled out the side of his chubby-cheeked face. Vorax couldn’t help but chuckle and give the younger drake a pat on the shoulder and playful squeeze of a love handle. He stood up and glanced down at the billowing ball of dragon lard before him, noting how Maz’s sweater was barely covering the top third of his gut.
That went better than expected, Vorax thought. Guess we’ll have to tackle dessert when he wakes up…
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Western Dragon
Gender Multiple characters
Size 4500 x 3000px
Mazaku, this time it felt like a little bit until the new part came. can it be that your drawings look better each time :3 ? I always look forward to it, I love this series so much. I'm looking forward to the next one.
I think this part is a good end to this year. I hope you have a good start♧next year and thank you very much for all the artwork you have drawn this year.
feel hugged.♡
I think this part is a good end to this year. I hope you have a good start♧next year and thank you very much for all the artwork you have drawn this year.
feel hugged.♡
Oh gosh, you are so kind! Thank you so much for that~ I hope you like the next chapter!
Goodness gracious he only gets hotter with ever new part!
I still don't know how you didn't used two chairs and let your tail go in-between them x3 For real dude, this is amazing, you made it look like a home and that look on Vorax face is so cute
They are some B I G chairs!
And thank you so much for that, means an absolute ton!
And thank you so much for that, means an absolute ton!
It'll be his fault for not leaving some food for the guests, whoever they'll be.
Ahhh the cute picture in the background. Maz, your eye for details is so great!!
Vorax truly is trickster isn’t he? XD
It is nice to see that you’re “growing” to love your new size at least a little and I’m glad you two had a happy Christmas. ;P
It is nice to see that you’re “growing” to love your new size at least a little and I’m glad you two had a happy Christmas. ;P
He is! Maz is so fat because of it~
Maz is starting to get his childhood memories back, and is starting to remember what it was like to be fat!
I hope you had a great Christmas as well!
Maz is starting to get his childhood memories back, and is starting to remember what it was like to be fat!
I hope you had a great Christmas as well!
Omg I’ve been rereading this series and I just noticed the picture frame with lil’ Maz and Vorax! Maz looks so cute in that picture! 🥺
Ahhhh! I am so glad you noticed! So happy you are liking this story so far!
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