Running from Corpulence: Chapter IX
Vorax has been having quite a hard time feeding a hungry and enormous Maz, so he thought going to a buffet would be a good idea! That was until Maz's uncontrollable appetite got a little, out of control...
CHAPTER VIII <--- PROLOGUE ---> CHAPTER X
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Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
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FEBRUARY (Month 9)
“Well, here we are!” Vorax exclaimed excitedly as he navigated down the row of parked cars, grabbing an empty spot near the front of the massive mall looming before them. Though it appeared that the parking lot was sparsely filled, it was merely an illusion. The city had approved the sprawling, mammoth-sized lot at the assurance by the city’s overly optimistic marketing team that they were becoming a hub for the modern family; their population was about to boom! While a quick check of the voting records would indicate a marginal growth in the number of residents calling the city their home, it paled in comparison to the concrete plain that was rarely filled and crumbling along the far edges from misuse.
Maz stared out the window at the sterile expanse while Vorax moved back and forth, positioning the car just right between the two faded white lines. For a fleeting moment, the drake saw something poetic in the vast expanse of worthless space that was meant to attract the masses but instead, now served as a deterring eyesore. That realization was quickly replaced by a strange sense of gratitude for the extra space; he was going to need it.
“This is going to be so good!” Vorax said as he shifted back and forth in his seat. “Now where did I put my wallet?” Maz could feel the car shaking as Vorax and his bulk rocked the straining metallic frame side to side. Maz was still shocked by just how much momentum a few hundred pounds of blubber could have, then again, judging by how much space said pudge took up, Maz figured he shouldn’t be so surprised: it was incredibly in it of itself that he and his brother fit in the car together at all! Maz’s belly squished into the dashboard in front of him, forcing his thick moobs up into his face. Maz hadn’t even bothered strapping in his seat belt as it wouldn’t have fit or been able to dig through the layers of his rump fat that completely swallowed up the seat beneath him including the buckle. He could feel the unyielding pressure of the car door compressing his love handles on one side while his fat rolls on the other side pressed up against the edge of Vorax’s own belly, the two of them unwittingly working in tandem to bury the center console and cup holders that were meant to separate them.
Maz felt like a sardine in Vorax’s car and let out a sigh of relief when he wedged his hand beneath the edge of his gut and opened the door. The lard around his middle suddenly sloshed to the side, eager to follow gravity’s alluring call to the ground. With a grunt, Maz swung one leg out the door and anchored his arms on the frame of the car. After a quick countdown in his head, Maz grunted again as he pressed his legs into the ground as hard as he could and pulled forward with as much strength as his arms could muster. Attempt one: failed.
Maz fell back into his seat but he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity. Using the momentum from his rump bouncing in his seat, he heaved again and managed to swing his other leg out and onto the ground. He splayed his arms across the edge of the car, practically crawling his way out into the cool fresh winter air. The drake could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest and his lungs already starting to burn. This was only the beginning.
“You okay there, bud?” Vorax called as he shut the driver's side door.
“I’m… huff, okay,” Maz sputtered, taking a few shuffling steps forward and shutting the passenger side door behind him. Maz barely heard the click of Vorax locking the doors as he began wheezing while waddling around the edge of the car and toward the mall. His belly slapped against the front of his legs, creating a thick, impeding apron for his barrel-sized thighs to work against as he plodded forward. He could feel his bloated tail dragging on the ground behind him, reminding him once again he was likely going to have to shower when he got home; it was becoming a ritual after his rare outings outside the house. He could feel the weight of his blubbery frame pressing down on his lower limbs, squeezing his knees and crushing his ankles. That dull ache had become commonplace as of late, though every day it seemed to grow more and more pronounced. Fortunately, Vorax had parked close to the front of the mall not that they would have had to go into the mall itself anyway: Banquet Buffet’s entrance led right outside.
By the time that Maz waddled across the crosswalk and through the open door, courtesy of his brother, he could feel several beads of sweat running down his brow as he wheezed; fortunately, he was wearing a sweatsuit, anything else would have left him literally drenched in sweat. Still, a few dark spots had formed along his back, but at the moment, Maz didn’t care, he just wanted to sit down and catch his breath for a second, though as soon as he stepped inside and the sweet and savory aromatic smells wafted into his nose, he felt a new energy well up from within him; a second later his stomach growled and the drake stifled a hungry belch.
“Good afternoon, party of…?” A peppy red panda waitress asked as she rounded the corner and grabbed a set of menus. Her voice dropped when she looked up at her next set of customers for the first time and the look of surprise on her face was enough to make Maz blush. He could see the subtle waver of her eyes looking him in particular up and down, from his basketball-sized calves to his thick haunches, planetary rump that somehow had managed to fit through the door, dangling belly, plump, melon-sized moobs, pillowy arms and sunken face nestled into the pedestal of fat that was his engorged neck and chipmunk cheeks that had grown too broad for his glasses to fit on anymore; he was still getting used to contacts. Maz figured that she must have seen thousands of rotund furs and scalies such as himself before, this was an all-you-can-eat-buffet after all. The look of sheer shock on her face, however, meant that he stood out amongst the rest; a notable whale of a dragon with a girth she was already wracking her brain for ways to accommodate.
“I’m sorry,” the panda said, shaking her head and collecting herself. “How many?”
“Two,” Vorax said, stepping forward.
“Fantastic, I’ll put you two… uh… at booth 4, no… table 5 er… 17, yes. Table 17. Follow me,” the panda said, turning toward the main dining area. Vorax followed closely behind her while Maz lagged behind, partly from the sluggish nature of his waddling walk and partly from his distracted gaze. The restaurant itself fairly large, easily stretching the entire width of the adjacent wing of the mall, with large windows in the back looking out at the trees and mountains that crested the horizon of the middle-American city. The sight was beautiful, but what drew Maz’s attention more was the rows upon rows of buffet stations lining the middle of the room and the soft haze of steam rising up behind their protective glass covers toward the ventilation ducts in the ceiling. The restaurant looked like it could easily cater to a hundred or more patrons at once, likely another product of the city’s marketing team, though it seemed virtually empty despite the fact that nearly thirty patrons were spread out across the several dozen tables and booths lining the edges of the room, save for the back corner where Maz and Vorax were being led.
“Here you are,” the red panda said motioning toward a table that was clearly meant for a moderately-sized family. She placed two menus down in the center and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, in a blur, a platoon of wait-staff appeared and removed the four extra chairs on the ends. Maz huffed, leaning his arms on the table and bending over to catch his breath; he tried not to pant but it was hard not to let his tongue roll out of his mouth to free up that much more room for the delicious flow of oxygen to fill his lungs.
“I’m guessing you two are having the buffet?” the red panda asked.
“Yes,” Vorax said, patting Maz on the back, sending a series of ripples across his upper torso.
“Wonderful,” the panda said. Though her tone was cheery there was a certain wariness to her smile. “Well help yourselves. Can I grab you two something to drink?”
“Can we get four cokes?” Vorax asked before Maz could open his maw.
“Uh… sure I’ll grab those for you right away,” the panda said before scurrying off to the kitchen.
“Come on bud, let’s get something to eat!” Vorax exclaimed. Though his legs felt like jelly at the moment, Maz felt another renewed sense of energy well up within in; though he desperately wanted to sit, he wanted something to appease his appetite more. The drake stood back up and shuffled after Vorax, making a beeline for the closest buffet line.
The drake grabbed a plate from the towering stack at the end of the line and hobbled over to the first vat: creamy, garlic mashed potatoes. A simple starter but one that made Maz’s mouth water. He grunted as he bent over and reached for the serving spoon angled away from him and plopped a large dollop of the creamy, buttery potatoes onto his plate. Next to the vat of potatoes were buttery green beans and while they looked appealing, the drake’s eyes fell on the mac and cheese practically bubbling and oozing one vat over. Maz continued down the row like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes wide as he ignored the straining of his legs and the ache in his paws. His stomach loudly growled as he grabbed lamb chops, ribs, beef skewers, and even an oversized slice of pizza that he managed to balance on top of the teetering tower of food. Within a minute, he had completely filled his plate, and while most would have seen the mound of food as an ample starter, Maz knew he was hungry for more.
He grabbed another plate and with seemingly savant skill, he balanced the full plate in one paw while in the other he scooped hefty portions of spaghetti and meatballs, sweet and sour chicken, dumplings, and a pair of burger sliders onto his second plate. With his culinary treasure in tow, Maz made his way back to the table in the corner, a walk that was only a few dozen feet that seemed to take an eternity for the hungry, sluggish drake. He was about to throw his plates down on the table but found that there were already another pair of plates at his spot. Maz glanced over at Vorax who munched away on an oversized sirloin steak and looked up at Maz and shrugged.
“What? I know you were going to want more, saved you an extra trip bud!” Vorax said, prompting Maz to blush. It was only at that moment, with the nearly four pounds of food in his paws and the accompanying four pounds of meats, stir-fried rice, and burritos on the table already, that Maz realized just how much food had been gathered for just him. There was a certain level of absurdity to the feast before him, though deep down Maz knew that soon, every scrap would be gone. The drake didn’t want to dwell on the implications of such a thought, or how it represented just how stretched his stomach had become or just how efficient his body had become at packing away a grotesque amount of food. He didn’t have time to think about all of that. He was hungry!
Maz sat down and let out a sigh of relief, one that coincided with a loud creak from the chair beneath him. He was relieved that the excess weight was off his knees, but the chair beneath him was likely not so appreciative of harboring said weight now. The chair was far too small to accommodate the drake, with each of his rumps dropping off the edges and his thick tail squished up against his backside, too broad to fit through the opening in the back of the chair.
Maz looked down at his feast, a simple action that was no easy feat in it of itself as his chin, well cavalcade of chins, pressed into the rising pudge of his moobs which blocked much of his lower field of vision. Fortunately, he had been growing used to this visual hindrance that was really no hindrance at all as his hands instinctively reached for the usual placement of utensils and grasped onto a fork and knife. Maz craned his neck forward and spotted his first victims: the lamb chops. He cut a corner of the succulent meat away and brought it to his mouth. Vorax watched the moment that the savory, juicy flavor of the spiced lamb hit Maz’s tongue and the deep sense of satisfaction that washed across his younger brother’s face.
And so it begins, Vorax chuckled to himself as Maz quickly descended into a feeding frenzy. Vorax never tired of watching Maz’s jowls jostle as he chewed furiously, the thick mounds of cheek pudge slapping against the edges of his ringed neck and the rising fat of his shoulders and chest as the younger drake’s jaws worked furiously through one bite after the next, never stopping, never pausing; only chewing. Maz barely paused to swallow as he continuously stuffed one hunk of meat, after one spoonful of mashed potato, after one forkful of spaghetti into his ravenous maw after another. It was hard to tell when one bite ended and another began as the drake could both chew and swallow at once as if his throat were merely a vacuum suckling down any scrap of mashed morsels that ventured to close to the back of his throat.
Even if it didn’t appear as if Maz had finished his prior bite, he would stuff the next bite in, filling his cheeks to the brim and forcing little streams of sauce and grease out of the corners of his lips from the sheer pressure and volume being sloshed around his maw at once.
This was by no means a silent process either, as the wet smacking and slurping of food had come to be known by Vorax as merely the theme song to the sitcom surrounding Maz’s appetite. When he ate so voraciously, it was impossible for Maz to keep his mouth closed while suckling down his meal like a garbage disposal, allowing every gloopy churn and every oversized gulp of food to echo forth loud enough that Vorax often could hear him from the kitchen back home. Glancing around the buffet, Vorax noticed the subtle glance over the shoulders of some of the other disturbed patrons, though they were easily four or five tables away; Vorax couldn’t even hear their conversations, yet Maz’s guttural concert was audible for all.
The food before Maz disappeared in the blink of an eye with the drake slurping up the last scoop of mashed potato before Vorax had even made his way through his first plate. Though there was no food in front of the drake at the moment, Maz still chewed furiously as he settled backward in his chair, causing it to creak loudly again as the red panda waitress reappeared from the kitchen with a large tray of drinks in her hand.
“I’m so sorry for the delay, one of the new busboys knocked over the whole rack of clean glasses and…” The panda paused for a second as she approached her face grimacing as she laid eyes on Maz and the thick smears of food caking his lips, chin, and corners of his cheeks. Maz swallowed with a loud gulp and let out a belch before noticing the panda standing beside him. He blushed and quickly raised a paw to his mouth to excuse himself only to find that paw suddenly covered in the grease from the burritos and pizza that coated his muzzle.
“Uh, here are your drinks,” the red panda said, placing the glasses on the table.
“Could we get some extra napkins?” Vorax asked nonchalantly.
“Sure…” the red panda replied flatly before turning and rushing back to the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder with concern. Maz, feeling a little embarrassed, grabbed his napkin and wiped his face and paws clean. He stifled another belch before grabbing one of the glasses of soda and raising it to his lips. He welcomed the tingling burning sensation of the carbonation as he chugged the glass, quenching the strong thirst he had worked up. When he lowered the empty glass and stifled a third belch, he noticed the stark emptiness of the four plates before him. It was hard to believe that he had managed to cram all of that food into his belly, but what was even harder to believe was the rumble that suddenly erupted from the needy appendage: it was still hungry. He was still hungry!
Maybe just one more plate, Maz thought as he anchored his hands on the table and hoisted himself back up. Vorax watched as the drake turned to shuffle back to the buffet line, noticing the darkening patches of sweat on the backside of Maz’s grey sweatshirt. He also noticed the slight peak of Maz’s belly from beneath the shirt and chuckled. It had been tough to find the ample drake some attire that would truly fit him. Vorax remembered just that morning before they had gotten into the car, how well the custom ordered sweatsuit had fit Maz. Now though, it was clear that the suit was a prime fit for a “pre-binge” Maz, a state of drake that was becoming less and less frequent nowadays. Vorax wasn’t worried, however: he had ordered a custom sweatsuit once, he could do it again.
Maz groaned when he finally reached the buffet line, leaning against the counter for a second to gather his strength. His legs were cramping from all the walking. He was feeling a little perspired and seemingly instinctively his eyes fell onto the vat of vanilla pudding before him. The gelatinous mound of creamy, sweat custard seemed to call out to him; the one thing his tongue craved more than anything at that moment to cool him down. Maz grabbed the serving spoon and then glanced down and realized he hadn’t grabbed a plate yet; he wanted that custard so bad though! He glanced to his left and right. No one was near him or even looking in his direction. He could sneak one bite.
Maz brought the spoon to his mouth and let out a sigh of both relief and pleasure as the sweet vanilla pudding filled every nook and cranny of his maw. He quickly swallowed with a satisfied moan and before he realized what he was doing, he scooped up another dollop and brought it to his maw. He then grabbed another and another and another. Like a ravenous animal happening upon an oasis in the middle of a barren desert, Maz voraciously suckled down the custard. He closed his eyes as his limbs moved seemingly on instinct, that was until a loud metallic din echoed into his ear.
“Sir!” a voice called, pulling Maz back to reality. He looked down and saw that the metal spoon had clanged against the now empty vat; had he really just eaten the whole thing…?
“Sir!” the voice repeated. Maz quickly turned to his right and saw a short raccoon dressed in a white chef coat and hat holding a large vat of shrimp scampi.
“Uh…*hic… uh, yes?” Maz asked.
“You can’t eat right out of the serving vats! You need to grab a plate first.” the raccoon said.
“Oh yes, uh, sorry,” Maz blushed as the raccoon shook his head in disapproval before wandering around Maz toward an empty slot in the buffet line at the far end. Maz could feel the heat of the chef’s gaze on him as he quickly grabbed another pair of plates and went back to the table. He tried to push his embarrassment to the back of his mind as he fell into rhythm again, lapping up the chicken lo mein and the braised steak tips like they were merely appetizers. Still, after another three pounds of calorie-dense morsels worked their way down his gullet, his belly cried out for more, and Maz obliged.
Vorax watched his younger brother go back and forth again and again and again, each time, taking a little longer to wander across the restaurant floor as his legs grew weary and each time his belly poking a little more out of his shirt. Still, as pounds upon pounds of food disappeared down Maz’s throat into an inky blackness from which they would never return save for a place amongst the growing adipose around his hips or chest. Maz was taking the all-you-can-eat buffet at its word and as Vorax checked his watch as one hour began approaching two, the older drake was wondering if Maz would ever be satisfied; reaching a point of equilibrium where he was digesting at the same rate he was eating. It was a theory that Vorax desperately wanted to test, but that little experiment was likely going to have to wait as he glanced passed Maz as he finished off a third massive helping of mashed potatoes and toward the red panda approaching from the kitchen with a suited orange tabby cat walking swiftly behind her.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” the tabby said with a firm tone, “but I’m going to have to ask you two to leave at once!”
“Leave?” Vorax protested. “Why? We’re paying customers! We have every right to be here just like anybody else!”
“We’ve been receiving many complaints from other customers about your uh, well, his unsightly behavior,” the tabby said, pointing to Maz who immediately blushed and cowered as if trying to shrink his entire body down to a pre-big bang singularity.
“Unsightly? How so?”
“Well let’s see,” the tabby cat said before pulling out a piece a paper from his pocket. “Loud chewing, grotesque slurping, eating from a communal food tray, loud grunting, and lastly…” the tabby continued as he lowered his paper. “…Eating enough to feeding a family of sixteen!”
“Your sign says it’s all-you-can-eat, it’s not our fault that he can eat a lot!”
“No, it is his fault that he is somehow able to eat several dozen pounds of food at once! That doesn’t just happen by accident. You both need professional and you both need to get out of my restaurant!”
“I’ll have you know!” Vorax said, standing up abruptly to confront the tabby who stood his ground. “This will be reflected in my yelp review!”
“Do your worst, we have nothing but 5-stars and that’s not going to change because two whales ate a truckload’s worth of fo…” The tabby was cut off as a loud creak echoed about the restaurant. A hushed silence fell across the room as everyone turned just in time to see the chair beneath Maz splinter into a thousand pieces, sending the draconian ball of lard tumbling to the ground. He landed with a loud, vibrating thud that clinked the plate resting on the buffet lines and rippled the water in the glasses at the neighboring tables. Despite his girth, Maz seemed to bounce slightly on the floor as his blubbery exterior sloshed and rippled against the floor like someone had dropped a platter of jello.
“Maz!” Vorax cried, brushing by the feline and reached down to his brother. The tabby sighed and motioned for two of the wait staff to help lift Maz back up off the floor. Vorax and one of the wolves grabbed onto Maz’s arms and tried to pull but found their fingers slipping across his puffy forearm pudge; it didn’t help they were coated in the grease of an entire rack of ribs. The other wolf wedged his fingers beneath Maz’s rump and attempted to deadlift his rump, but merely managed to slosh the lard-incarnate back and forth like trying to move an untamable waterbed filed with liquid lard. After half of minute of zero progress, the tabby snapped his fingers and again and joined two more waitstaff as they got down, each grabbing onto as much of Maz’s blubber as possible and hoisted with a loud collective straining groan. Eventually, Maz’s bulk lifted from the ground and Maz was able to swing his legs beneath him, though as he stood and every released his fat folds, his entire weighty frame seemed to slosh forward again, nearly sending to the ground once more.
“Well, *huff, would you look at, *huff, that!” Vorax sputtered, pointing to the floor and the splinter chair pieces. “My brother could have been seriously injured thanks to this faulty seating apparatus.”
“Faulty?” The tabby cat cried. “It’s not meant to hold up dragon the size of a wrecking ball!”
“Well, maybe we should see what the courts think about that!” Vorax said.
“No no no,” the owner said. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he placed his hands on his hips with an annoyed. “No need to get the courts involved. What do you want?”
“You pay for our meal and give us a box of the sweat and sour chicken and maybe this clear display of criminal negligence never happened.”
“Fine,” the tabby said, snapping his fingers. One of the wolves rushed toward the kitchen to grab a box as Maz and Vorax turned toward the door. It took a while for Maz to shuffle across the room and he could
feel the eyes of every patron on him. Their gaze’s laser-focused on his bouncing belly slapping against his thighs, and the splintered bits of food stuck to the seat of his broad sweat pants. He didn’t like being the center of attention and after what just happened, he had never felt more embarrassed. He tried to hold back tears as he waddled as quickly as he could to the door. By the time he got there, he was out of breath, sweating, and exhausted. Vorax ushered him out the door, grabbed the to-go box from the wolf and followed after Maz.
“And don’t come back!” the tabby yelled before shutting the door loudly behind the dragons.
“What an ass!” Vorax muttered loudly as he unlocked the car doors and slipped inside. Maz paused next to the passenger door, trying to wipe a few tears from his watering eyes before opening the door and sliding inside. For some reason, the car felt like an even tighter fit than before with Maz struggling to shut the door against his bulging sides while the other side of his gut smearing across the dashboard radio. Once he was settled and glanced out the window, Maz raised a quizzical eyebrow as the ground seemed to be slanted before him; it took him a second to realize that it wasn’t the ground the car itself that was lurched to one side.
“Well, at least the food was good,” Vorax said as he started the car. Vorax could hear the subtle waver in Maz’s heavy breathing stretched out a hand and gave Maz’s gut a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry too much about what that guy said. If we had the money, I would have definitely taken them to court for discrimination, negligence, damages, emotional strife, everything! There’s no reason they couldn’t accommodate you, just because your appetite is beyond epic!” Vorax slowly backed the car out of parking space, the engine roaring a little louder as it struggled to haul its hefty draconian load.
“They should have taken it as a compliment you were eating so much! I would, and I do back home. I’d kill to have a customer like you…” Vorax continued to speak but Maz’s mind began to wander as he stared as his brother. A meek smile began to spread across his face as the heat began to leave his cheeks and his pseudo-sobs began to subside. Vorax always knew just what to say. Maz wanted to say something to Vorax, to thank him for standing up for him back in the restaurant, but he was still too tired and out of breath to muster up a word. Instead, he just gave Vorax’s side a squeeze in return as he wiped his eyes one more time as the car puttered across the parking lot, that was until they heard a loud pop and the car lurched wildly; Maz knew a burst tire when he heard one.
“Well,” Vorax sighed, “Have you learned how to change a tire yet at college?”
CHAPTER VIII <--- PROLOGUE ---> CHAPTER X
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Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
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FEBRUARY (Month 9)
“Well, here we are!” Vorax exclaimed excitedly as he navigated down the row of parked cars, grabbing an empty spot near the front of the massive mall looming before them. Though it appeared that the parking lot was sparsely filled, it was merely an illusion. The city had approved the sprawling, mammoth-sized lot at the assurance by the city’s overly optimistic marketing team that they were becoming a hub for the modern family; their population was about to boom! While a quick check of the voting records would indicate a marginal growth in the number of residents calling the city their home, it paled in comparison to the concrete plain that was rarely filled and crumbling along the far edges from misuse.
Maz stared out the window at the sterile expanse while Vorax moved back and forth, positioning the car just right between the two faded white lines. For a fleeting moment, the drake saw something poetic in the vast expanse of worthless space that was meant to attract the masses but instead, now served as a deterring eyesore. That realization was quickly replaced by a strange sense of gratitude for the extra space; he was going to need it.
“This is going to be so good!” Vorax said as he shifted back and forth in his seat. “Now where did I put my wallet?” Maz could feel the car shaking as Vorax and his bulk rocked the straining metallic frame side to side. Maz was still shocked by just how much momentum a few hundred pounds of blubber could have, then again, judging by how much space said pudge took up, Maz figured he shouldn’t be so surprised: it was incredibly in it of itself that he and his brother fit in the car together at all! Maz’s belly squished into the dashboard in front of him, forcing his thick moobs up into his face. Maz hadn’t even bothered strapping in his seat belt as it wouldn’t have fit or been able to dig through the layers of his rump fat that completely swallowed up the seat beneath him including the buckle. He could feel the unyielding pressure of the car door compressing his love handles on one side while his fat rolls on the other side pressed up against the edge of Vorax’s own belly, the two of them unwittingly working in tandem to bury the center console and cup holders that were meant to separate them.
Maz felt like a sardine in Vorax’s car and let out a sigh of relief when he wedged his hand beneath the edge of his gut and opened the door. The lard around his middle suddenly sloshed to the side, eager to follow gravity’s alluring call to the ground. With a grunt, Maz swung one leg out the door and anchored his arms on the frame of the car. After a quick countdown in his head, Maz grunted again as he pressed his legs into the ground as hard as he could and pulled forward with as much strength as his arms could muster. Attempt one: failed.
Maz fell back into his seat but he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity. Using the momentum from his rump bouncing in his seat, he heaved again and managed to swing his other leg out and onto the ground. He splayed his arms across the edge of the car, practically crawling his way out into the cool fresh winter air. The drake could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest and his lungs already starting to burn. This was only the beginning.
“You okay there, bud?” Vorax called as he shut the driver's side door.
“I’m… huff, okay,” Maz sputtered, taking a few shuffling steps forward and shutting the passenger side door behind him. Maz barely heard the click of Vorax locking the doors as he began wheezing while waddling around the edge of the car and toward the mall. His belly slapped against the front of his legs, creating a thick, impeding apron for his barrel-sized thighs to work against as he plodded forward. He could feel his bloated tail dragging on the ground behind him, reminding him once again he was likely going to have to shower when he got home; it was becoming a ritual after his rare outings outside the house. He could feel the weight of his blubbery frame pressing down on his lower limbs, squeezing his knees and crushing his ankles. That dull ache had become commonplace as of late, though every day it seemed to grow more and more pronounced. Fortunately, Vorax had parked close to the front of the mall not that they would have had to go into the mall itself anyway: Banquet Buffet’s entrance led right outside.
By the time that Maz waddled across the crosswalk and through the open door, courtesy of his brother, he could feel several beads of sweat running down his brow as he wheezed; fortunately, he was wearing a sweatsuit, anything else would have left him literally drenched in sweat. Still, a few dark spots had formed along his back, but at the moment, Maz didn’t care, he just wanted to sit down and catch his breath for a second, though as soon as he stepped inside and the sweet and savory aromatic smells wafted into his nose, he felt a new energy well up from within him; a second later his stomach growled and the drake stifled a hungry belch.
“Good afternoon, party of…?” A peppy red panda waitress asked as she rounded the corner and grabbed a set of menus. Her voice dropped when she looked up at her next set of customers for the first time and the look of surprise on her face was enough to make Maz blush. He could see the subtle waver of her eyes looking him in particular up and down, from his basketball-sized calves to his thick haunches, planetary rump that somehow had managed to fit through the door, dangling belly, plump, melon-sized moobs, pillowy arms and sunken face nestled into the pedestal of fat that was his engorged neck and chipmunk cheeks that had grown too broad for his glasses to fit on anymore; he was still getting used to contacts. Maz figured that she must have seen thousands of rotund furs and scalies such as himself before, this was an all-you-can-eat-buffet after all. The look of sheer shock on her face, however, meant that he stood out amongst the rest; a notable whale of a dragon with a girth she was already wracking her brain for ways to accommodate.
“I’m sorry,” the panda said, shaking her head and collecting herself. “How many?”
“Two,” Vorax said, stepping forward.
“Fantastic, I’ll put you two… uh… at booth 4, no… table 5 er… 17, yes. Table 17. Follow me,” the panda said, turning toward the main dining area. Vorax followed closely behind her while Maz lagged behind, partly from the sluggish nature of his waddling walk and partly from his distracted gaze. The restaurant itself fairly large, easily stretching the entire width of the adjacent wing of the mall, with large windows in the back looking out at the trees and mountains that crested the horizon of the middle-American city. The sight was beautiful, but what drew Maz’s attention more was the rows upon rows of buffet stations lining the middle of the room and the soft haze of steam rising up behind their protective glass covers toward the ventilation ducts in the ceiling. The restaurant looked like it could easily cater to a hundred or more patrons at once, likely another product of the city’s marketing team, though it seemed virtually empty despite the fact that nearly thirty patrons were spread out across the several dozen tables and booths lining the edges of the room, save for the back corner where Maz and Vorax were being led.
“Here you are,” the red panda said motioning toward a table that was clearly meant for a moderately-sized family. She placed two menus down in the center and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, in a blur, a platoon of wait-staff appeared and removed the four extra chairs on the ends. Maz huffed, leaning his arms on the table and bending over to catch his breath; he tried not to pant but it was hard not to let his tongue roll out of his mouth to free up that much more room for the delicious flow of oxygen to fill his lungs.
“I’m guessing you two are having the buffet?” the red panda asked.
“Yes,” Vorax said, patting Maz on the back, sending a series of ripples across his upper torso.
“Wonderful,” the panda said. Though her tone was cheery there was a certain wariness to her smile. “Well help yourselves. Can I grab you two something to drink?”
“Can we get four cokes?” Vorax asked before Maz could open his maw.
“Uh… sure I’ll grab those for you right away,” the panda said before scurrying off to the kitchen.
“Come on bud, let’s get something to eat!” Vorax exclaimed. Though his legs felt like jelly at the moment, Maz felt another renewed sense of energy well up within in; though he desperately wanted to sit, he wanted something to appease his appetite more. The drake stood back up and shuffled after Vorax, making a beeline for the closest buffet line.
The drake grabbed a plate from the towering stack at the end of the line and hobbled over to the first vat: creamy, garlic mashed potatoes. A simple starter but one that made Maz’s mouth water. He grunted as he bent over and reached for the serving spoon angled away from him and plopped a large dollop of the creamy, buttery potatoes onto his plate. Next to the vat of potatoes were buttery green beans and while they looked appealing, the drake’s eyes fell on the mac and cheese practically bubbling and oozing one vat over. Maz continued down the row like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes wide as he ignored the straining of his legs and the ache in his paws. His stomach loudly growled as he grabbed lamb chops, ribs, beef skewers, and even an oversized slice of pizza that he managed to balance on top of the teetering tower of food. Within a minute, he had completely filled his plate, and while most would have seen the mound of food as an ample starter, Maz knew he was hungry for more.
He grabbed another plate and with seemingly savant skill, he balanced the full plate in one paw while in the other he scooped hefty portions of spaghetti and meatballs, sweet and sour chicken, dumplings, and a pair of burger sliders onto his second plate. With his culinary treasure in tow, Maz made his way back to the table in the corner, a walk that was only a few dozen feet that seemed to take an eternity for the hungry, sluggish drake. He was about to throw his plates down on the table but found that there were already another pair of plates at his spot. Maz glanced over at Vorax who munched away on an oversized sirloin steak and looked up at Maz and shrugged.
“What? I know you were going to want more, saved you an extra trip bud!” Vorax said, prompting Maz to blush. It was only at that moment, with the nearly four pounds of food in his paws and the accompanying four pounds of meats, stir-fried rice, and burritos on the table already, that Maz realized just how much food had been gathered for just him. There was a certain level of absurdity to the feast before him, though deep down Maz knew that soon, every scrap would be gone. The drake didn’t want to dwell on the implications of such a thought, or how it represented just how stretched his stomach had become or just how efficient his body had become at packing away a grotesque amount of food. He didn’t have time to think about all of that. He was hungry!
Maz sat down and let out a sigh of relief, one that coincided with a loud creak from the chair beneath him. He was relieved that the excess weight was off his knees, but the chair beneath him was likely not so appreciative of harboring said weight now. The chair was far too small to accommodate the drake, with each of his rumps dropping off the edges and his thick tail squished up against his backside, too broad to fit through the opening in the back of the chair.
Maz looked down at his feast, a simple action that was no easy feat in it of itself as his chin, well cavalcade of chins, pressed into the rising pudge of his moobs which blocked much of his lower field of vision. Fortunately, he had been growing used to this visual hindrance that was really no hindrance at all as his hands instinctively reached for the usual placement of utensils and grasped onto a fork and knife. Maz craned his neck forward and spotted his first victims: the lamb chops. He cut a corner of the succulent meat away and brought it to his mouth. Vorax watched the moment that the savory, juicy flavor of the spiced lamb hit Maz’s tongue and the deep sense of satisfaction that washed across his younger brother’s face.
And so it begins, Vorax chuckled to himself as Maz quickly descended into a feeding frenzy. Vorax never tired of watching Maz’s jowls jostle as he chewed furiously, the thick mounds of cheek pudge slapping against the edges of his ringed neck and the rising fat of his shoulders and chest as the younger drake’s jaws worked furiously through one bite after the next, never stopping, never pausing; only chewing. Maz barely paused to swallow as he continuously stuffed one hunk of meat, after one spoonful of mashed potato, after one forkful of spaghetti into his ravenous maw after another. It was hard to tell when one bite ended and another began as the drake could both chew and swallow at once as if his throat were merely a vacuum suckling down any scrap of mashed morsels that ventured to close to the back of his throat.
Even if it didn’t appear as if Maz had finished his prior bite, he would stuff the next bite in, filling his cheeks to the brim and forcing little streams of sauce and grease out of the corners of his lips from the sheer pressure and volume being sloshed around his maw at once.
This was by no means a silent process either, as the wet smacking and slurping of food had come to be known by Vorax as merely the theme song to the sitcom surrounding Maz’s appetite. When he ate so voraciously, it was impossible for Maz to keep his mouth closed while suckling down his meal like a garbage disposal, allowing every gloopy churn and every oversized gulp of food to echo forth loud enough that Vorax often could hear him from the kitchen back home. Glancing around the buffet, Vorax noticed the subtle glance over the shoulders of some of the other disturbed patrons, though they were easily four or five tables away; Vorax couldn’t even hear their conversations, yet Maz’s guttural concert was audible for all.
The food before Maz disappeared in the blink of an eye with the drake slurping up the last scoop of mashed potato before Vorax had even made his way through his first plate. Though there was no food in front of the drake at the moment, Maz still chewed furiously as he settled backward in his chair, causing it to creak loudly again as the red panda waitress reappeared from the kitchen with a large tray of drinks in her hand.
“I’m so sorry for the delay, one of the new busboys knocked over the whole rack of clean glasses and…” The panda paused for a second as she approached her face grimacing as she laid eyes on Maz and the thick smears of food caking his lips, chin, and corners of his cheeks. Maz swallowed with a loud gulp and let out a belch before noticing the panda standing beside him. He blushed and quickly raised a paw to his mouth to excuse himself only to find that paw suddenly covered in the grease from the burritos and pizza that coated his muzzle.
“Uh, here are your drinks,” the red panda said, placing the glasses on the table.
“Could we get some extra napkins?” Vorax asked nonchalantly.
“Sure…” the red panda replied flatly before turning and rushing back to the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder with concern. Maz, feeling a little embarrassed, grabbed his napkin and wiped his face and paws clean. He stifled another belch before grabbing one of the glasses of soda and raising it to his lips. He welcomed the tingling burning sensation of the carbonation as he chugged the glass, quenching the strong thirst he had worked up. When he lowered the empty glass and stifled a third belch, he noticed the stark emptiness of the four plates before him. It was hard to believe that he had managed to cram all of that food into his belly, but what was even harder to believe was the rumble that suddenly erupted from the needy appendage: it was still hungry. He was still hungry!
Maybe just one more plate, Maz thought as he anchored his hands on the table and hoisted himself back up. Vorax watched as the drake turned to shuffle back to the buffet line, noticing the darkening patches of sweat on the backside of Maz’s grey sweatshirt. He also noticed the slight peak of Maz’s belly from beneath the shirt and chuckled. It had been tough to find the ample drake some attire that would truly fit him. Vorax remembered just that morning before they had gotten into the car, how well the custom ordered sweatsuit had fit Maz. Now though, it was clear that the suit was a prime fit for a “pre-binge” Maz, a state of drake that was becoming less and less frequent nowadays. Vorax wasn’t worried, however: he had ordered a custom sweatsuit once, he could do it again.
Maz groaned when he finally reached the buffet line, leaning against the counter for a second to gather his strength. His legs were cramping from all the walking. He was feeling a little perspired and seemingly instinctively his eyes fell onto the vat of vanilla pudding before him. The gelatinous mound of creamy, sweat custard seemed to call out to him; the one thing his tongue craved more than anything at that moment to cool him down. Maz grabbed the serving spoon and then glanced down and realized he hadn’t grabbed a plate yet; he wanted that custard so bad though! He glanced to his left and right. No one was near him or even looking in his direction. He could sneak one bite.
Maz brought the spoon to his mouth and let out a sigh of both relief and pleasure as the sweet vanilla pudding filled every nook and cranny of his maw. He quickly swallowed with a satisfied moan and before he realized what he was doing, he scooped up another dollop and brought it to his maw. He then grabbed another and another and another. Like a ravenous animal happening upon an oasis in the middle of a barren desert, Maz voraciously suckled down the custard. He closed his eyes as his limbs moved seemingly on instinct, that was until a loud metallic din echoed into his ear.
“Sir!” a voice called, pulling Maz back to reality. He looked down and saw that the metal spoon had clanged against the now empty vat; had he really just eaten the whole thing…?
“Sir!” the voice repeated. Maz quickly turned to his right and saw a short raccoon dressed in a white chef coat and hat holding a large vat of shrimp scampi.
“Uh…*hic… uh, yes?” Maz asked.
“You can’t eat right out of the serving vats! You need to grab a plate first.” the raccoon said.
“Oh yes, uh, sorry,” Maz blushed as the raccoon shook his head in disapproval before wandering around Maz toward an empty slot in the buffet line at the far end. Maz could feel the heat of the chef’s gaze on him as he quickly grabbed another pair of plates and went back to the table. He tried to push his embarrassment to the back of his mind as he fell into rhythm again, lapping up the chicken lo mein and the braised steak tips like they were merely appetizers. Still, after another three pounds of calorie-dense morsels worked their way down his gullet, his belly cried out for more, and Maz obliged.
Vorax watched his younger brother go back and forth again and again and again, each time, taking a little longer to wander across the restaurant floor as his legs grew weary and each time his belly poking a little more out of his shirt. Still, as pounds upon pounds of food disappeared down Maz’s throat into an inky blackness from which they would never return save for a place amongst the growing adipose around his hips or chest. Maz was taking the all-you-can-eat buffet at its word and as Vorax checked his watch as one hour began approaching two, the older drake was wondering if Maz would ever be satisfied; reaching a point of equilibrium where he was digesting at the same rate he was eating. It was a theory that Vorax desperately wanted to test, but that little experiment was likely going to have to wait as he glanced passed Maz as he finished off a third massive helping of mashed potatoes and toward the red panda approaching from the kitchen with a suited orange tabby cat walking swiftly behind her.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” the tabby said with a firm tone, “but I’m going to have to ask you two to leave at once!”
“Leave?” Vorax protested. “Why? We’re paying customers! We have every right to be here just like anybody else!”
“We’ve been receiving many complaints from other customers about your uh, well, his unsightly behavior,” the tabby said, pointing to Maz who immediately blushed and cowered as if trying to shrink his entire body down to a pre-big bang singularity.
“Unsightly? How so?”
“Well let’s see,” the tabby cat said before pulling out a piece a paper from his pocket. “Loud chewing, grotesque slurping, eating from a communal food tray, loud grunting, and lastly…” the tabby continued as he lowered his paper. “…Eating enough to feeding a family of sixteen!”
“Your sign says it’s all-you-can-eat, it’s not our fault that he can eat a lot!”
“No, it is his fault that he is somehow able to eat several dozen pounds of food at once! That doesn’t just happen by accident. You both need professional and you both need to get out of my restaurant!”
“I’ll have you know!” Vorax said, standing up abruptly to confront the tabby who stood his ground. “This will be reflected in my yelp review!”
“Do your worst, we have nothing but 5-stars and that’s not going to change because two whales ate a truckload’s worth of fo…” The tabby was cut off as a loud creak echoed about the restaurant. A hushed silence fell across the room as everyone turned just in time to see the chair beneath Maz splinter into a thousand pieces, sending the draconian ball of lard tumbling to the ground. He landed with a loud, vibrating thud that clinked the plate resting on the buffet lines and rippled the water in the glasses at the neighboring tables. Despite his girth, Maz seemed to bounce slightly on the floor as his blubbery exterior sloshed and rippled against the floor like someone had dropped a platter of jello.
“Maz!” Vorax cried, brushing by the feline and reached down to his brother. The tabby sighed and motioned for two of the wait staff to help lift Maz back up off the floor. Vorax and one of the wolves grabbed onto Maz’s arms and tried to pull but found their fingers slipping across his puffy forearm pudge; it didn’t help they were coated in the grease of an entire rack of ribs. The other wolf wedged his fingers beneath Maz’s rump and attempted to deadlift his rump, but merely managed to slosh the lard-incarnate back and forth like trying to move an untamable waterbed filed with liquid lard. After half of minute of zero progress, the tabby snapped his fingers and again and joined two more waitstaff as they got down, each grabbing onto as much of Maz’s blubber as possible and hoisted with a loud collective straining groan. Eventually, Maz’s bulk lifted from the ground and Maz was able to swing his legs beneath him, though as he stood and every released his fat folds, his entire weighty frame seemed to slosh forward again, nearly sending to the ground once more.
“Well, *huff, would you look at, *huff, that!” Vorax sputtered, pointing to the floor and the splinter chair pieces. “My brother could have been seriously injured thanks to this faulty seating apparatus.”
“Faulty?” The tabby cat cried. “It’s not meant to hold up dragon the size of a wrecking ball!”
“Well, maybe we should see what the courts think about that!” Vorax said.
“No no no,” the owner said. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he placed his hands on his hips with an annoyed. “No need to get the courts involved. What do you want?”
“You pay for our meal and give us a box of the sweat and sour chicken and maybe this clear display of criminal negligence never happened.”
“Fine,” the tabby said, snapping his fingers. One of the wolves rushed toward the kitchen to grab a box as Maz and Vorax turned toward the door. It took a while for Maz to shuffle across the room and he could
feel the eyes of every patron on him. Their gaze’s laser-focused on his bouncing belly slapping against his thighs, and the splintered bits of food stuck to the seat of his broad sweat pants. He didn’t like being the center of attention and after what just happened, he had never felt more embarrassed. He tried to hold back tears as he waddled as quickly as he could to the door. By the time he got there, he was out of breath, sweating, and exhausted. Vorax ushered him out the door, grabbed the to-go box from the wolf and followed after Maz.
“And don’t come back!” the tabby yelled before shutting the door loudly behind the dragons.
“What an ass!” Vorax muttered loudly as he unlocked the car doors and slipped inside. Maz paused next to the passenger door, trying to wipe a few tears from his watering eyes before opening the door and sliding inside. For some reason, the car felt like an even tighter fit than before with Maz struggling to shut the door against his bulging sides while the other side of his gut smearing across the dashboard radio. Once he was settled and glanced out the window, Maz raised a quizzical eyebrow as the ground seemed to be slanted before him; it took him a second to realize that it wasn’t the ground the car itself that was lurched to one side.
“Well, at least the food was good,” Vorax said as he started the car. Vorax could hear the subtle waver in Maz’s heavy breathing stretched out a hand and gave Maz’s gut a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry too much about what that guy said. If we had the money, I would have definitely taken them to court for discrimination, negligence, damages, emotional strife, everything! There’s no reason they couldn’t accommodate you, just because your appetite is beyond epic!” Vorax slowly backed the car out of parking space, the engine roaring a little louder as it struggled to haul its hefty draconian load.
“They should have taken it as a compliment you were eating so much! I would, and I do back home. I’d kill to have a customer like you…” Vorax continued to speak but Maz’s mind began to wander as he stared as his brother. A meek smile began to spread across his face as the heat began to leave his cheeks and his pseudo-sobs began to subside. Vorax always knew just what to say. Maz wanted to say something to Vorax, to thank him for standing up for him back in the restaurant, but he was still too tired and out of breath to muster up a word. Instead, he just gave Vorax’s side a squeeze in return as he wiped his eyes one more time as the car puttered across the parking lot, that was until they heard a loud pop and the car lurched wildly; Maz knew a burst tire when he heard one.
“Well,” Vorax sighed, “Have you learned how to change a tire yet at college?”
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 4000 x 2600px
Ooooo I spot Apollo, Tari and Vorax in the background! And my word, Maz is getting so huge and more adorable by the page!
Indeed! I thought it would be cool adding Sloosh's sonas! And goshhhh you just wait till next month~ hehe
Uh oh! Something tells me it’s gonna be really exciting! My anticipation levels are going off the charts but I’ll keep em to a low for now! ^^
Oh my gosh, this is coming out so well! I love the cameos of Apollo and Tari, and I love how big Maz is getting through every chapter <3
Looking forward to the next one x3
Looking forward to the next one x3
Oh yes, and there are still a few more chapters to go! I am so glad you like it~
Oh my god, Maz is just so freaking cute and adorable (and fat) ~ I love reading each new chapter and seeing the corresponding art pieces that show how much bigger Maz gets.
If I could, I would totally take him out for dinner and just gaze at him like Vorax does lol ~
If I could, I would totally take him out for dinner and just gaze at him like Vorax does lol ~
What is this? A Maz viewing party? Hahaha
I am so glad you like it, thank you!!!
I am so glad you like it, thank you!!!
Hehe, you're very welcome
And hey, I can't help it if Maz is just so hecking precious ~
And hey, I can't help it if Maz is just so hecking precious ~
You've really improved since I first watched you. Amazing work as always and I love the little story to go along with it as well.
will we get a butt view (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖) next time or any other part? I think that's still missing.
Nevertheless, again a really great chapter. ✩·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )*̩̩͙✩·͙˚̩̥̩̥.
Nevertheless, again a really great chapter. ✩·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )*̩̩͙✩·͙˚̩̥̩̥.
He'll get what's coming to him. And oh man, I feel bad for Maz. Having an appetite that big can be rough.
I loved it, definitely worth the weight. It’s so sad when Maz starts crying though. I feel so bad for him.
Finally had a chance to read it, can’t wait to see Cinder taking care of an immobile Maz soon hehehe
Tubby honest, I don't know where to start to describe how gorgeous this is. All those details... the tower of plates in the table, the indiscreet looks from the people, how his arm is actually resting on his humongous figure... There is just so much in this picture and I believe that it captures the feeling of the narrative. Astounding work <3
Thank you so much for noticing all of those details! It means so much that you take time to notice that stuff! Thank you so much Lara~
That was a good story. Maz may be fatter as he is, but if I was in his universe, I would hug that big chubby belly of his! 😊😊😊
He can barely walk and, his tail is very heavy~ Without the tail, I would say he is ~900 pounds. Again, I am not good at weights too.
Vorax and Maz should've ATE that BASTARD tabby! We all know Kazecat's Lardo Rat certainly would have!
Even knowing how the story turns out I can't deny he's super cute in this pic ^^
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