Running from Corpulence: Chapter XII
Vorax has had his successes plumping up his younger bro, but that wasn't always the case: this was attempt number two after all...
Let us go back a few years~
CHAPTER XI <--- PROLOGUE ---> The Final Chapter
Alternative Ending
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Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
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DISCLAIMER: Heavy health issues, and emotional speech
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MAY (Month 12)
Maz didn't like that this had become routine. He could feel the wet sponge sliding between his folds making the already damp places even damper as it tried to soak up all the sweat and grime that had accumulated not because of vigorous exercise or misadventure out in the wilderness but simply from sitting on his blubbery rear sweating and wheezing and struggle to just be. Still, because it had become routine, it took little effort on Maz’s part to shift to the side yet again to help lift his arms or shift his legs for Vorax to come in with the sponge and clean between his drooping folds, thus leaving him plenty of time for thought; the drake had been thinking a lot lately.
Maz constantly found his mind wandering back to his doctor visit just a few weeks earlier, to the comments Dr. Sashimi had said, to the advice she had given, to the tip she had to the routine and diet, and to the medications she had prescribed and sent over. Most of all, though, Maz thought back to how none of that had come into fruition. Sure, Maz had been taking his medication or at least the pills that Vorax put in his food or gave to him with a glass of soda pop to wash down, but in the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn't enough. Despite his gargantuan size and the look of horror that had been on the doctor's face when she had seen him just a few weeks ago, his bulk had only continued to grow.
Though the sensation had since dulled, Maz could still feel the corners of the mattress piercing up into the edges of his rear and the side of his thighs as the fat had spread fully across the entire expanse of his mattress and had begun to droop down and crawl across the floor. Multi-lever cascading layers of pudge were now rose from the ground to the mattress, and up toward the broadening crater that was his head sitting in the mountain of fat that was the rest of his draconian body. He could feel his barrel-sized tail pressing up against the wall behind them leaving little room for its very existence within the confines of the room and the ever-growing bulk of his rump. He could feel the crushing weight of his stomach as it spread forward on the mattress and spread over the top of his thighs. The leading edge of his belly seemed persistent on its quest to reach the far wall, accumulating as much blubber as possible resulting in the ever-growing presence of his billowing love handles, his speckled cellulite, and rampant stretch marks that lined the fast-growing appendage.
His paws and sunken further into the billowing pudge of his calves and lower legs while his hands had grown pudgier and more useless, now barely able to bend or manipulate a utensil forcing the drake to rely on Vorax to do anything and everything for him. Maz was a prisoner in his own body, the expanse of which was continually made known to him not just from the snide comments from his older brother during his seemingly constant sponge baths, but from baths themselves. The way the rags and sponges molded over every square inch of his frame highlighted every pound of pudge that he now harbored.
Maz felt humiliated.
Maz felt incompetent.
Maz felt useless.
Maz wanted to change.
He wanted to listen to the doctor he wanted to take steps to fix what he had become but he was unable to do so on his own. He was dependent on Vorax for his day-to-day existence and it was growing increasingly clear he was going to be dependent on Vorax to get back to a thinner version of himself again, one that could feed himself, clean himself, and hopefully one day once again walk.
At the moment though, Maz was stuck where he was. Stuck getting yet another sponge bath with a dirty rag rolling over each crevice along his sides and a washcloth scraping away the lingering grease from his most recent gorgings from his scales. He was stuck feeling the crushing weight press down on his lungs, his bones, and his very being. He was suffocated by his own bulk yet nothing was being done about it his brother was doing nothing his brother didn't seem to care. His brother seemed to treat him as a spectacle in which to admire; a symbol of his own values of bulk and gluttony. That sense of objectification was never more apparent than when in his hazy deep thought, Maz suddenly heart the click of a shudder.
He looked up in from beyond the obscured lower boundary of his periphery due to the pudge of his thick chipmunk cheeks, and saw Vorax posing with a large, dirty rag taped to the end of a stick in his hand as the drake reached deep into the crevasse that joined up with the edge of his navel and snapped another picture.
“What are you, *huff, doing?” Maz blubbered, his voice weak and strained due to the pressure on his chest, the constriction of fat around his throat, and the squeezing of his muzzle by his dinner plate cheeks.
“Just getting a pic between us bros!” Vorax said with a smile as he took yet another wide selfie of himself with Maz in the background with his matted hair, bloated muzzle, pursed lips, and droopy sunken eyes.
“Just…” Maz started to say before Vorax cut him off:
“Relax, it's just a picture,” Vorax said dismissively before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He gave the front of Maz’s stomach one last wipe with the rag before tossing it into the large water pale beside him and sauntering out of the room leaving Maz alone to air dry.
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>>> Oh my God, look at the size of him! That can't be healthy!
>>> Is that blob his younger brother? Shame on him for smiling!
>>> Can he even move? Where are his doctors?!?!
>>> I feel so bad for him :(
>>> This is what’s wrong with our country!!! #Everheardofasalad
>>> JMichael23 You after going to Taco Town right? Lol
>>> So what's the over-under on the number of heart attacks this guy's had? Four or five?
>>> I watch a lot of My 600-lb Life and it's usually because of enabling from a family member and a lack of self-control stemming from some sort of trauma. I feel for him :(
>>> Ew, gross!
>>> That's unacceptable. I would not be posing with my sibling if they look like that! I'd be working on cutting up some broccoli and stuffing it in their face!
>>> Just lipo the bish #itworksforhollywood
>>> How does someone even get to that size?
Maz tried to hold back tears as he stared at the television before him. On the local news, they were investigating the most recent social media outrage and while these sorts of reports weren’t uncommon on the station and were usually either uninteresting or unimportant, this one hit closer to home, well, exactly at home. On the screen in the corner was a picture of Vorax and Maz himself. From what Maz could tell, the picture was one his older brother had taken earlier that day considering the large rag on a stick in Vorax’s hand and the smirk on his face. Vorax had told him it was just a picture which Maz had been uncomfortable with from the start not wanting even more evidence for the future of his current gargantuan size, but the fact that Vorax had posted it to Twitter for all the world to see elicited a rush of emotion in
Maz that was nearly giving him a headache.
He felt his cheeks grow hot from embarrassment but there was more than just shame bubbling up from his heart. As each of the retweets and replies to Vorax’s tweet scrolled by a growing sense of disappointment and anger rose to the forefront of the drake’s mind. Why had Vorax posted the picture? Why would he give the photo the hashtags #bigbirdbig, #bathtime, and #biglittlebro? Why was he letting the whole world see just what a big disgusting pig Maz had become? Why did he look so proud of it all?
Why did he always look so proud? Why did he always have that smug grin on his face like he got away with something and Maz was the butt of that joke? Why was he so insensitive? Why was he so keen on continuing to stuff Maz’s face with more and more fatty food when he knew what Maz needed at that moment was the exact opposite? Why was he not carrying out the doctor's orders? Why did he not seem to care? Was this all just a big joke to him? Or was there something deeper?
Questions Maz didn’t know the answers to swirled around in his mind but the more he thought about them, the more rage clouded his vision and the more he despised his own state of being each time the photo scrolled across the screen. All the hateful and disparaging comments were confirming Maz’s fears about the abomination that was his state of health. Maz knew it was time to finally put his foot down and stand up for himself!
Maz shifted his gaze towards the door as he heard footsteps approaching as his door swung open as far as sauntered in seemingly without a care in the world. He had his phone cocked up to his ear as he paced across the room towards the window and gazed outside.
“Uh huh, yeah, alright, yeah, sure thing,” Vorax said in a tone dismissive as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I’ll call and make an appointment eventually, okay bye,” Vorax said before hanging up. “Man is she persistent!”
“Who was that?” Maz blubbered.
“It was Dr. Sashimi, again, ugh,” Vorax said with a melodramatic groan.
“Well, what did she say?” Maz asked.
“Just the usual,” Vorax said before continuing in a mocking tone. “‘Have you been giving him daily sponge baths?’ Yes, doc I have. “Have you been incorporating more fibrous vegetables into his diet?’ Yes, doc when I find time to go to the grocery store and can she get enough canola oil to fry them up. It’s ugh, can she just get off my back about this. “Have you…’”
Maz couldn’t take much more of this. He couldn’t stand the way his brother was mocking the doctor and he couldn’t stand his self-centered view. He was acting like all of that was a burden on him, when it was supposed to be done to help Maz! The sheer arrogance and narcissism… Maz couldn’t let this stand any longer! He could not and would not be silent a second more!
“...Yes, I’ll get some resistance bands once they go on sale, I’m not going to spend full price on some stretchy strips of rubber. ‘Oh you have to do a better job helping Maz lose weight,’ well doctor let me tell you…”
“You do!” Maz boomed, his deep gargled voice seeming to reverberate the walls causing Vorax to pause in his tracks while standing just in front of Maz’s looming gut.
“What…?” Vorax started to say.
“You’ve done next to nothing to help me lose weight!”
“I’ve been trying my best!” Vorax said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and stood square to Maz. Though the older drake tried to look firm, he couldn’t help but take his eyes away from Maz’s own.
There was a fire behind them, one that Vorax didn’t think he had ever seen before.
“NO, YOU HAVEN’T!! All you’ve been doing is trying to undercut the doctor at every turn! You do the bare minimum and that isn’t going to cut!” Maz was fuming.
“But I…” Vorax tried to jump in, his stoic stance faltering.
“BUT NOTHING!” Maz boomed, cutting his brother off. “I am done dealing with your excuses. You keep bringing me bottle after bottle of soda and keep stuffing burgers and fries down my throat.” Vorax tried to speak, but was caught up with the shock of the confrontation; he didn’t expect Maz to explode like this! Maz slowly caught his breath and continued:
“You don’t care. You want to see all those fatty, sugary foods slide down my throat. You just want to bloat me up with fat, that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do to me…”
A sheepish look fell over Vorax’s face, one that usually only appeared when a young kid was caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. He felt caught, exposed, cornered, and called out, yet there was nothing for him to refute the accusation.
“That’s... That’s just silly, I…” Vorax stammered.
“You just want to see me fat because it makes you happy. You never asked me if it made me happy. What made me happy was being able to run. I hated being fat. I hated the teasing. I hated the bullying. I had no friends and no outlet, but then when I found running I found a new purpose in my life. I had found my calling and I was able to slim down, join the high school track team, and finally make some friends. That empty void in my life had been filled. I was finally happy. But you took all of that away, just like you tried when we were back in school.”
Memories flooded back into Maz’s mind. The drake remembered that he had made a grand announcement at dinner that night after the park incident, proclaiming his weight loss goals. He had started cutting back on his portions during dinner and having his mom make him extra salad for lunch instead of his usual two pairs of sandwiches and chips, he remembered his older brother still trying to push all that fatty food on him. Instead of encouraging him as he started going on morning runs before school and struggled to kick a sugar addiction, Vorax always seemed just around the corner with a candy bar in one hand and a bag of cookies in the other offering them up to Maz.
At the time Maz thought of it as just another test of his will to want to cut back on his excess poundage but now is a thot it was likely much more insidious than that. That realization cut through Maz’s heart that sense of betrayal that is own brother didn't have his own best interest at heart. How could his own brother do that to him? How could he encouraged and enable him to get to this state? Was he just... Selfish?
“Maz… I can explain,” Vorax started to say, but Maz cut him off.
“Ever since I started to lose weight in middle school you’ve been trying to tempt me!” Maz continued, drawing from energy deep within that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Well, are you happy now?” Vorax just stared at Maz for, his body frozen; he didn’t know what to do or say or…
“I… I uh…” Vorax stammered.
“My chest hurts, my joints ache, my muscles burn, and I haven’t moved in months.” Maz’s tone turned more solemn, disappointment dripping from his words. “Vorax, I can barely breathe. Is this what you wanted? It must because you took that stupid picture and posted it all over the web with that proud look on your face. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed! I feel like some prized cow or hog you’re touting around online. I’m your brother! I trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!” Maz’s gazed dropped as his tone grew more somber:
“You’ve trapped me in my own body and news flash: I’m not happy.” Maz said, glaring back at Vorax again sending chills down the older drake’s spine. “I’M DYING, and until you get your head out of your own ass and come and help me, I don’t know how much longer, *huff, I can keep doing this… I don’t know how much, *wheeze, longer I can survive… I don’t know how much longer until my heart… *sniff… my heart, *huff…” Maz sputtered as the drake broke down into tears.
“Shh shh, come on Maz, don’t cry,” Vorax said, walking over and giving Maz’s thigh a comforting pat. As he did so he noticed the flesh sloshing a bit more than usual. Instinctively, he pressed his hand further into the soft Maz and felt it give way as if it were fluid beneath his paw and not just malleable pudge. As Vorax looked harder he noted that Maz’s lower legs seemed almost distended not to mention amorphous due to the rolling flaps of lard and the extensive cellulite and scale abrasions lining the bottom edge of his haunches and up along his sides. It was in that moment that Vorax suddenly realized the true extent of the behemoth of a dragon before him, the sheer tonnage of lard that caked his once lithe little bro’s frame. He realized just how much he struggled himself to lift the edge of Maz’s moob to clean just to that morning, making him wonder just how heavy the rest of all that blubbery must feel: how constraining instead of gentle hugging, how boiling instead of delightfully comforting, and how crushing instead of simply girthy. Though Vorax enjoyed the softness on his own frame, on Maz things had gone too far. He had gone too far.
What had he done?
He had taken a little fantasy and had gone overboard acting as if this opportunity would never present itself again and in that quest to carry out this fantasy he had lost sight of the subject of that dream: his brother. It was just some unfeeling, senseless, emotionless object that he had been trying to fatten up, it was his own brethren, and judging by the bulk looking over him at that moment, he had pushed things to the brink of disaster. How could he have not seen it before? What was wrong with him? All the signs, clues, and hints were there, yet he had ignored them all, resigning instead to live in his own fantasy world where consequences didn’t exist and he was the omnipotent god. That wasn’t reality however and reality was rearing its ugly head before him now.
Maz’s whimpers brought Vorax back to reality. After a second’s pause, Vorax waddled forward and leaned against Maz’s side, trying to position himself to wrap his arms around his younger brother. As he did so, he noticed all the swollen veins lining Maz’s arms, sides, torso, and neck. He noticed just how deep his climbing paws sunk into the flesh. He could feel the rumbling gurgles from the monstrous stomach he had forcibly indulged and grown himself from deep within Maz’s gut; the result of the thousands of pounds of beef, chicken, pork, cheese, and creams that had vanished down his throat and the thousands more that the drake’s perpetually needy gut still desired.
Vorax could hear the deep raspy resonance of Maz’s chest as his lungs struggled for air. Vorax anchored himself against Maz’s arm and the side of his chest, noting the prominent heave beneath his leaning side as Maz’s heart struggled to pump his vital fluids throughout his gargantuan frame; weak pulses pushed through congested arteries and veins prompting periodic numbing waves along the drake’s fingers and toes, disappearing just as soon as they began before reappearing once more. Vorax was only just realizing just how often his younger brother had complained of such sensations and how they had gone ignored; why had he ignored those cries for help?
It was at that moment, as Vorax stared into the teary eyes of his brother, Maz’s face smooshed nearly beyond recognition even from the neglected photos hanging on his walls, Vorax knew things needed to change. Maz was right. Dr. Sashimi was right. Everyone online was right. This had to end now. He just… needed to stop his brother from crying; he needed to stop himself from crying. Vorax wrapped his arms around Maz’s head, feeling the drake’s neck fat squish between his digits and simply hugged him. Vorax remained in that position for an extended minute, not knowing what to do or say. Guilt, shame, and a cavalcade of other emotions were exploding like fireworks in his mind yet in the raucous chaos two words emerged, and with nothing else to turn to, Vorax latched on to them.
“I’m sorry,” Vorax said, squeezing Maz’s head tighter before nuzzling his head against the side of Maz’s thick cheek. “This is all my fault and I’m just… I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Vorax repeated, slowly rocking back and forth as he tried to compose himself.
“I just want things to go back to normal,” Maz eventually whispered through blubbery tears.
“I know, I know,” Vorax soothed, caressing the back of Maz’s head. “I promise I’ll do better. I promise to be the older brother you need right now. I promise to take better care of you. I promise to help you get back to that normal.” Maz slowly turned his head toward Vorax, the twisting fat distorting the contours of his face but not taking away from the hopeful look in his teary eyes.
“You mean it?” Maz asked, his tone optimistic yet reserved.
“You have my word,” Vorax said. “I know that may mean nothing to you, but I’ll show you. I’ll show you just what I’m willing to do to save my little bro.” Vorax squeezed Maz’s head tightly again. Maz couldn’t help but crack a dimpled smile; he had never heard Vorax speak like that in his entire life. It was comforting. It was reassuring. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
Things were going to be okay soon enough; it was just a matter of time...
Let us go back a few years~
CHAPTER XI <--- PROLOGUE ---> The Final Chapter
Alternative Ending
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Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
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DISCLAIMER: Heavy health issues, and emotional speech
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MAY (Month 12)
Maz didn't like that this had become routine. He could feel the wet sponge sliding between his folds making the already damp places even damper as it tried to soak up all the sweat and grime that had accumulated not because of vigorous exercise or misadventure out in the wilderness but simply from sitting on his blubbery rear sweating and wheezing and struggle to just be. Still, because it had become routine, it took little effort on Maz’s part to shift to the side yet again to help lift his arms or shift his legs for Vorax to come in with the sponge and clean between his drooping folds, thus leaving him plenty of time for thought; the drake had been thinking a lot lately.
Maz constantly found his mind wandering back to his doctor visit just a few weeks earlier, to the comments Dr. Sashimi had said, to the advice she had given, to the tip she had to the routine and diet, and to the medications she had prescribed and sent over. Most of all, though, Maz thought back to how none of that had come into fruition. Sure, Maz had been taking his medication or at least the pills that Vorax put in his food or gave to him with a glass of soda pop to wash down, but in the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn't enough. Despite his gargantuan size and the look of horror that had been on the doctor's face when she had seen him just a few weeks ago, his bulk had only continued to grow.
Though the sensation had since dulled, Maz could still feel the corners of the mattress piercing up into the edges of his rear and the side of his thighs as the fat had spread fully across the entire expanse of his mattress and had begun to droop down and crawl across the floor. Multi-lever cascading layers of pudge were now rose from the ground to the mattress, and up toward the broadening crater that was his head sitting in the mountain of fat that was the rest of his draconian body. He could feel his barrel-sized tail pressing up against the wall behind them leaving little room for its very existence within the confines of the room and the ever-growing bulk of his rump. He could feel the crushing weight of his stomach as it spread forward on the mattress and spread over the top of his thighs. The leading edge of his belly seemed persistent on its quest to reach the far wall, accumulating as much blubber as possible resulting in the ever-growing presence of his billowing love handles, his speckled cellulite, and rampant stretch marks that lined the fast-growing appendage.
His paws and sunken further into the billowing pudge of his calves and lower legs while his hands had grown pudgier and more useless, now barely able to bend or manipulate a utensil forcing the drake to rely on Vorax to do anything and everything for him. Maz was a prisoner in his own body, the expanse of which was continually made known to him not just from the snide comments from his older brother during his seemingly constant sponge baths, but from baths themselves. The way the rags and sponges molded over every square inch of his frame highlighted every pound of pudge that he now harbored.
Maz felt humiliated.
Maz felt incompetent.
Maz felt useless.
Maz wanted to change.
He wanted to listen to the doctor he wanted to take steps to fix what he had become but he was unable to do so on his own. He was dependent on Vorax for his day-to-day existence and it was growing increasingly clear he was going to be dependent on Vorax to get back to a thinner version of himself again, one that could feed himself, clean himself, and hopefully one day once again walk.
At the moment though, Maz was stuck where he was. Stuck getting yet another sponge bath with a dirty rag rolling over each crevice along his sides and a washcloth scraping away the lingering grease from his most recent gorgings from his scales. He was stuck feeling the crushing weight press down on his lungs, his bones, and his very being. He was suffocated by his own bulk yet nothing was being done about it his brother was doing nothing his brother didn't seem to care. His brother seemed to treat him as a spectacle in which to admire; a symbol of his own values of bulk and gluttony. That sense of objectification was never more apparent than when in his hazy deep thought, Maz suddenly heart the click of a shudder.
He looked up in from beyond the obscured lower boundary of his periphery due to the pudge of his thick chipmunk cheeks, and saw Vorax posing with a large, dirty rag taped to the end of a stick in his hand as the drake reached deep into the crevasse that joined up with the edge of his navel and snapped another picture.
“What are you, *huff, doing?” Maz blubbered, his voice weak and strained due to the pressure on his chest, the constriction of fat around his throat, and the squeezing of his muzzle by his dinner plate cheeks.
“Just getting a pic between us bros!” Vorax said with a smile as he took yet another wide selfie of himself with Maz in the background with his matted hair, bloated muzzle, pursed lips, and droopy sunken eyes.
“Just…” Maz started to say before Vorax cut him off:
“Relax, it's just a picture,” Vorax said dismissively before stuffing his phone back into his pocket. He gave the front of Maz’s stomach one last wipe with the rag before tossing it into the large water pale beside him and sauntering out of the room leaving Maz alone to air dry.
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>>> Oh my God, look at the size of him! That can't be healthy!
>>> Is that blob his younger brother? Shame on him for smiling!
>>> Can he even move? Where are his doctors?!?!
>>> I feel so bad for him :(
>>> This is what’s wrong with our country!!! #Everheardofasalad
>>> JMichael23 You after going to Taco Town right? Lol
>>> So what's the over-under on the number of heart attacks this guy's had? Four or five?
>>> I watch a lot of My 600-lb Life and it's usually because of enabling from a family member and a lack of self-control stemming from some sort of trauma. I feel for him :(
>>> Ew, gross!
>>> That's unacceptable. I would not be posing with my sibling if they look like that! I'd be working on cutting up some broccoli and stuffing it in their face!
>>> Just lipo the bish #itworksforhollywood
>>> How does someone even get to that size?
Maz tried to hold back tears as he stared at the television before him. On the local news, they were investigating the most recent social media outrage and while these sorts of reports weren’t uncommon on the station and were usually either uninteresting or unimportant, this one hit closer to home, well, exactly at home. On the screen in the corner was a picture of Vorax and Maz himself. From what Maz could tell, the picture was one his older brother had taken earlier that day considering the large rag on a stick in Vorax’s hand and the smirk on his face. Vorax had told him it was just a picture which Maz had been uncomfortable with from the start not wanting even more evidence for the future of his current gargantuan size, but the fact that Vorax had posted it to Twitter for all the world to see elicited a rush of emotion in
Maz that was nearly giving him a headache.
He felt his cheeks grow hot from embarrassment but there was more than just shame bubbling up from his heart. As each of the retweets and replies to Vorax’s tweet scrolled by a growing sense of disappointment and anger rose to the forefront of the drake’s mind. Why had Vorax posted the picture? Why would he give the photo the hashtags #bigbirdbig, #bathtime, and #biglittlebro? Why was he letting the whole world see just what a big disgusting pig Maz had become? Why did he look so proud of it all?
Why did he always look so proud? Why did he always have that smug grin on his face like he got away with something and Maz was the butt of that joke? Why was he so insensitive? Why was he so keen on continuing to stuff Maz’s face with more and more fatty food when he knew what Maz needed at that moment was the exact opposite? Why was he not carrying out the doctor's orders? Why did he not seem to care? Was this all just a big joke to him? Or was there something deeper?
Questions Maz didn’t know the answers to swirled around in his mind but the more he thought about them, the more rage clouded his vision and the more he despised his own state of being each time the photo scrolled across the screen. All the hateful and disparaging comments were confirming Maz’s fears about the abomination that was his state of health. Maz knew it was time to finally put his foot down and stand up for himself!
Maz shifted his gaze towards the door as he heard footsteps approaching as his door swung open as far as sauntered in seemingly without a care in the world. He had his phone cocked up to his ear as he paced across the room towards the window and gazed outside.
“Uh huh, yeah, alright, yeah, sure thing,” Vorax said in a tone dismissive as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I’ll call and make an appointment eventually, okay bye,” Vorax said before hanging up. “Man is she persistent!”
“Who was that?” Maz blubbered.
“It was Dr. Sashimi, again, ugh,” Vorax said with a melodramatic groan.
“Well, what did she say?” Maz asked.
“Just the usual,” Vorax said before continuing in a mocking tone. “‘Have you been giving him daily sponge baths?’ Yes, doc I have. “Have you been incorporating more fibrous vegetables into his diet?’ Yes, doc when I find time to go to the grocery store and can she get enough canola oil to fry them up. It’s ugh, can she just get off my back about this. “Have you…’”
Maz couldn’t take much more of this. He couldn’t stand the way his brother was mocking the doctor and he couldn’t stand his self-centered view. He was acting like all of that was a burden on him, when it was supposed to be done to help Maz! The sheer arrogance and narcissism… Maz couldn’t let this stand any longer! He could not and would not be silent a second more!
“...Yes, I’ll get some resistance bands once they go on sale, I’m not going to spend full price on some stretchy strips of rubber. ‘Oh you have to do a better job helping Maz lose weight,’ well doctor let me tell you…”
“You do!” Maz boomed, his deep gargled voice seeming to reverberate the walls causing Vorax to pause in his tracks while standing just in front of Maz’s looming gut.
“What…?” Vorax started to say.
“You’ve done next to nothing to help me lose weight!”
“I’ve been trying my best!” Vorax said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest and stood square to Maz. Though the older drake tried to look firm, he couldn’t help but take his eyes away from Maz’s own.
There was a fire behind them, one that Vorax didn’t think he had ever seen before.
“NO, YOU HAVEN’T!! All you’ve been doing is trying to undercut the doctor at every turn! You do the bare minimum and that isn’t going to cut!” Maz was fuming.
“But I…” Vorax tried to jump in, his stoic stance faltering.
“BUT NOTHING!” Maz boomed, cutting his brother off. “I am done dealing with your excuses. You keep bringing me bottle after bottle of soda and keep stuffing burgers and fries down my throat.” Vorax tried to speak, but was caught up with the shock of the confrontation; he didn’t expect Maz to explode like this! Maz slowly caught his breath and continued:
“You don’t care. You want to see all those fatty, sugary foods slide down my throat. You just want to bloat me up with fat, that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do to me…”
A sheepish look fell over Vorax’s face, one that usually only appeared when a young kid was caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar. He felt caught, exposed, cornered, and called out, yet there was nothing for him to refute the accusation.
“That’s... That’s just silly, I…” Vorax stammered.
“You just want to see me fat because it makes you happy. You never asked me if it made me happy. What made me happy was being able to run. I hated being fat. I hated the teasing. I hated the bullying. I had no friends and no outlet, but then when I found running I found a new purpose in my life. I had found my calling and I was able to slim down, join the high school track team, and finally make some friends. That empty void in my life had been filled. I was finally happy. But you took all of that away, just like you tried when we were back in school.”
Memories flooded back into Maz’s mind. The drake remembered that he had made a grand announcement at dinner that night after the park incident, proclaiming his weight loss goals. He had started cutting back on his portions during dinner and having his mom make him extra salad for lunch instead of his usual two pairs of sandwiches and chips, he remembered his older brother still trying to push all that fatty food on him. Instead of encouraging him as he started going on morning runs before school and struggled to kick a sugar addiction, Vorax always seemed just around the corner with a candy bar in one hand and a bag of cookies in the other offering them up to Maz.
At the time Maz thought of it as just another test of his will to want to cut back on his excess poundage but now is a thot it was likely much more insidious than that. That realization cut through Maz’s heart that sense of betrayal that is own brother didn't have his own best interest at heart. How could his own brother do that to him? How could he encouraged and enable him to get to this state? Was he just... Selfish?
“Maz… I can explain,” Vorax started to say, but Maz cut him off.
“Ever since I started to lose weight in middle school you’ve been trying to tempt me!” Maz continued, drawing from energy deep within that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “Well, are you happy now?” Vorax just stared at Maz for, his body frozen; he didn’t know what to do or say or…
“I… I uh…” Vorax stammered.
“My chest hurts, my joints ache, my muscles burn, and I haven’t moved in months.” Maz’s tone turned more solemn, disappointment dripping from his words. “Vorax, I can barely breathe. Is this what you wanted? It must because you took that stupid picture and posted it all over the web with that proud look on your face. I feel so ashamed and embarrassed! I feel like some prized cow or hog you’re touting around online. I’m your brother! I trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!” Maz’s gazed dropped as his tone grew more somber:
“You’ve trapped me in my own body and news flash: I’m not happy.” Maz said, glaring back at Vorax again sending chills down the older drake’s spine. “I’M DYING, and until you get your head out of your own ass and come and help me, I don’t know how much longer, *huff, I can keep doing this… I don’t know how much, *wheeze, longer I can survive… I don’t know how much longer until my heart… *sniff… my heart, *huff…” Maz sputtered as the drake broke down into tears.
“Shh shh, come on Maz, don’t cry,” Vorax said, walking over and giving Maz’s thigh a comforting pat. As he did so he noticed the flesh sloshing a bit more than usual. Instinctively, he pressed his hand further into the soft Maz and felt it give way as if it were fluid beneath his paw and not just malleable pudge. As Vorax looked harder he noted that Maz’s lower legs seemed almost distended not to mention amorphous due to the rolling flaps of lard and the extensive cellulite and scale abrasions lining the bottom edge of his haunches and up along his sides. It was in that moment that Vorax suddenly realized the true extent of the behemoth of a dragon before him, the sheer tonnage of lard that caked his once lithe little bro’s frame. He realized just how much he struggled himself to lift the edge of Maz’s moob to clean just to that morning, making him wonder just how heavy the rest of all that blubbery must feel: how constraining instead of gentle hugging, how boiling instead of delightfully comforting, and how crushing instead of simply girthy. Though Vorax enjoyed the softness on his own frame, on Maz things had gone too far. He had gone too far.
What had he done?
He had taken a little fantasy and had gone overboard acting as if this opportunity would never present itself again and in that quest to carry out this fantasy he had lost sight of the subject of that dream: his brother. It was just some unfeeling, senseless, emotionless object that he had been trying to fatten up, it was his own brethren, and judging by the bulk looking over him at that moment, he had pushed things to the brink of disaster. How could he have not seen it before? What was wrong with him? All the signs, clues, and hints were there, yet he had ignored them all, resigning instead to live in his own fantasy world where consequences didn’t exist and he was the omnipotent god. That wasn’t reality however and reality was rearing its ugly head before him now.
Maz’s whimpers brought Vorax back to reality. After a second’s pause, Vorax waddled forward and leaned against Maz’s side, trying to position himself to wrap his arms around his younger brother. As he did so, he noticed all the swollen veins lining Maz’s arms, sides, torso, and neck. He noticed just how deep his climbing paws sunk into the flesh. He could feel the rumbling gurgles from the monstrous stomach he had forcibly indulged and grown himself from deep within Maz’s gut; the result of the thousands of pounds of beef, chicken, pork, cheese, and creams that had vanished down his throat and the thousands more that the drake’s perpetually needy gut still desired.
Vorax could hear the deep raspy resonance of Maz’s chest as his lungs struggled for air. Vorax anchored himself against Maz’s arm and the side of his chest, noting the prominent heave beneath his leaning side as Maz’s heart struggled to pump his vital fluids throughout his gargantuan frame; weak pulses pushed through congested arteries and veins prompting periodic numbing waves along the drake’s fingers and toes, disappearing just as soon as they began before reappearing once more. Vorax was only just realizing just how often his younger brother had complained of such sensations and how they had gone ignored; why had he ignored those cries for help?
It was at that moment, as Vorax stared into the teary eyes of his brother, Maz’s face smooshed nearly beyond recognition even from the neglected photos hanging on his walls, Vorax knew things needed to change. Maz was right. Dr. Sashimi was right. Everyone online was right. This had to end now. He just… needed to stop his brother from crying; he needed to stop himself from crying. Vorax wrapped his arms around Maz’s head, feeling the drake’s neck fat squish between his digits and simply hugged him. Vorax remained in that position for an extended minute, not knowing what to do or say. Guilt, shame, and a cavalcade of other emotions were exploding like fireworks in his mind yet in the raucous chaos two words emerged, and with nothing else to turn to, Vorax latched on to them.
“I’m sorry,” Vorax said, squeezing Maz’s head tighter before nuzzling his head against the side of Maz’s thick cheek. “This is all my fault and I’m just… I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Vorax repeated, slowly rocking back and forth as he tried to compose himself.
“I just want things to go back to normal,” Maz eventually whispered through blubbery tears.
“I know, I know,” Vorax soothed, caressing the back of Maz’s head. “I promise I’ll do better. I promise to be the older brother you need right now. I promise to take better care of you. I promise to help you get back to that normal.” Maz slowly turned his head toward Vorax, the twisting fat distorting the contours of his face but not taking away from the hopeful look in his teary eyes.
“You mean it?” Maz asked, his tone optimistic yet reserved.
“You have my word,” Vorax said. “I know that may mean nothing to you, but I’ll show you. I’ll show you just what I’m willing to do to save my little bro.” Vorax squeezed Maz’s head tightly again. Maz couldn’t help but crack a dimpled smile; he had never heard Vorax speak like that in his entire life. It was comforting. It was reassuring. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
Things were going to be okay soon enough; it was just a matter of time...
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This is so amazing! I loved the adorable story! It really compliments the art piece a lot! And the art work is just... mwah! I love how adorable you are with your big bro! So many lovely faces in one!!!
Dudeeee, thank you so much, man! It seriously means so so much!
I can't believe that happened to Maz when he was so little... I mean, even I got bullied a lot when I was younger. I'm glad vorax finally woke up and came to his senses.
A lot of people don't know peoples past, so it opens up a lot to why all of this happened~
Glad you liked it man!
Glad you liked it man!
Something about the last part tells me this wasn't going to end. This time, I believe Vorax has other plans- maybe Maz just hasn't found out that there's a whole, separate community of people who WANT to gain. Vorax just needs to show him that, right? There were hints about some cameo characters that wanted to gain...
Then again, the consequences are very real indeed, if he kept on this path then Maz surely would not survive for that long. It's a double-edged sword, but there's only two options to pick. A choice that either determines success or failure, one with heavy weight and consequences devastating. Pick one and go.
Then again, the consequences are very real indeed, if he kept on this path then Maz surely would not survive for that long. It's a double-edged sword, but there's only two options to pick. A choice that either determines success or failure, one with heavy weight and consequences devastating. Pick one and go.
There is a lot both of them need to realize, this chapter was a good confrontation of both, we have one more chapter to wrap this up so I hope you like it!
This really is a well written story. The little brother learned from the best
I knew that Vorax wouldn’t really listen to the call from the doc but Maz finally took the step. That was a great evolution for the two of them. I really liked how it made a little backstory of how Maz had a problem with his body and why he started running. It was so satisfying to see Maz stand up for himself releasing everything he had on his heart and seeing Vorax really realise what he have done to his brother. Great chapter again and this picture is so refreshing from the backstory and kid Maz is so cute. Really can’t wait for the next chapter to see how this will go. You’re doing more than an amazing job on this story
Sometimes in order to make something to happen, you have to have everyone on board, especially if a certain someone is stubborn~
Yeah, even if the message have to hit like a truck, i really loved how Maz spoke at that point and i’ll say it again, kid Maz is so cute
I like how two of the bullies are themselves butter butts. That seems to be the way with bullies...
Little Maz is so cute x3 This clearly captures the essence of a summer afternoon
Way to go Maz! Finally you found your voice. The sad fact is though that the road ahead is gonna be way tougher than they both realize. Even losing the weight, his skin is so stretched out that he’ll need surgery to actually be “skinny” again.
It will be for sure, but Vorax is committed to helping him so hopefully, the journey won't be as grueling~
I'm glad things are finally going to start turning around. Though fat is nice, I know he'll be happier being a fraction of his size. Good story and art
That is very true. We will have to see what happens in the final chapter!
Poor Maz... I feel so bad for him. I too have gone through my fair share of bullying so I can relate so much to this.
I’m glad Vorax finally understands the consequences of what he has done to you and I’m gonna support you Maz every step of the way.
Well done as always bro can’t wait for the final chapter!
I’m glad Vorax finally understands the consequences of what he has done to you and I’m gonna support you Maz every step of the way.
Well done as always bro can’t wait for the final chapter!
I hope this chapter would help out with the motives of Vorax and Maz. They both have their flaws and luckily they were able to get a hold of them and put them aside before it was too late.
Thanks for being a great supporter of this man. It means a lot!
Thanks for being a great supporter of this man. It means a lot!
Reality can be much more scary than fantasy. I've never really took time out to read a story in years, but I'm actually invested here!
It was fun seeing Maz grow at first, but now I wanna see him recover.
It was fun seeing Maz grow at first, but now I wanna see him recover.
Oh gosh! I am so glad you took a liking to the story, truly means the world!
Hopefully, this next chapter will wrap things up well~
Hopefully, this next chapter will wrap things up well~
I already said my piece on Twitter, but I just have to reiterate that this has been an incredible ride thru and thru, and this chapter truly takes the reader for a ride of emotions and I absolutely love it. <3
Thanks so much, man. It seriously means the word for you to say that~
I think you did a nice job on the drawing, great work!
I have faith that vorax will be able to help maz lose his weight.
I have faith that vorax will be able to help maz lose his weight.
I do too and I hope things change!
So happy you like the drawing man! Means so much!
So happy you like the drawing man! Means so much!
Like I said on twitter, I've been waiting for Maz to snap and yell at Vorax for some time now. I'm glad he finally did it, and all it took was a character-shaping memory to rise to the surface...
I was hoping that the doctor visit itself would have been enough to get Vorax to actually take charge in fixing things, but I guess there needed to be one more straw to break the proverbial camel's back. It really goes to show how ingrained in his personality his 'delusions' are even though Maz is practically dying, and his brother is doing a real half-assed job just to keep the doctor off of his back... He still means well for his brother, as the end of this chapter clearly shows, but having the flashback reveal that this wasn't a single-time occurrence. He just feels that if he loves the weight, then his brother must also, and that couldn't be any further from the case.
And about that flashback, wow. This explains so much about both brothers. Vorax wasn't there to see his brother get bullied, and Maz didn't say anything to him until now, he's reached the breaking point and this could possibly be the last chance he gets to call him out, to tell him he wants everything to go back to normal, a chance he may not get... Also, the title of the story means a whole lot more now that the readers are given the information that this has been happening for longer than just this story's events. He really has been running from corpulence.
Of course, we have another chapter and/or the epilogue of the story to go, and since Maz is your fursona, you probably aren't going to kill him off to make some kind of statement (Or else you could have done that a couple of chapters ago, just saying). Vorax has a lot of work ahead of him if he ever wants to be forgiven and redeemed in the eyes of his brother, but at the same time, what he says at the end is already more than enough to get started.
I've mentioned in the comments of Chapter 9 that his weight gain journey could very well be a metaphor for depression, and this chapter still fits to an extent, if you consider the idea of him being formerly depressed, he got that under control, and then he relapsed. Some food for thought, I guess.
I just wonder what is going to happen next. While in my long comment in the last chapter said that I wouldn't really like if he had to spend an extended time in the hospital due to my own soul-crushing, real-life experiences; He's probably going to need some kind of medical help once he gets able to move again, since there is only so much you can do at home. Here's hoping Tony and possibly some other friends get in to help, since that's what Maz needs right now, some support from friends.
Whew, I need to stop writing these essay-length comments, but this story has really made me think a lot the past few chapters, and they've stuck with me in the back of my mind for weeks after I've first read them. Keep up the great work on the art, and do me a favor by telling plokishmok3 that he's been doing great with the story.
I was hoping that the doctor visit itself would have been enough to get Vorax to actually take charge in fixing things, but I guess there needed to be one more straw to break the proverbial camel's back. It really goes to show how ingrained in his personality his 'delusions' are even though Maz is practically dying, and his brother is doing a real half-assed job just to keep the doctor off of his back... He still means well for his brother, as the end of this chapter clearly shows, but having the flashback reveal that this wasn't a single-time occurrence. He just feels that if he loves the weight, then his brother must also, and that couldn't be any further from the case.
And about that flashback, wow. This explains so much about both brothers. Vorax wasn't there to see his brother get bullied, and Maz didn't say anything to him until now, he's reached the breaking point and this could possibly be the last chance he gets to call him out, to tell him he wants everything to go back to normal, a chance he may not get... Also, the title of the story means a whole lot more now that the readers are given the information that this has been happening for longer than just this story's events. He really has been running from corpulence.
Of course, we have another chapter and/or the epilogue of the story to go, and since Maz is your fursona, you probably aren't going to kill him off to make some kind of statement (Or else you could have done that a couple of chapters ago, just saying). Vorax has a lot of work ahead of him if he ever wants to be forgiven and redeemed in the eyes of his brother, but at the same time, what he says at the end is already more than enough to get started.
I've mentioned in the comments of Chapter 9 that his weight gain journey could very well be a metaphor for depression, and this chapter still fits to an extent, if you consider the idea of him being formerly depressed, he got that under control, and then he relapsed. Some food for thought, I guess.
I just wonder what is going to happen next. While in my long comment in the last chapter said that I wouldn't really like if he had to spend an extended time in the hospital due to my own soul-crushing, real-life experiences; He's probably going to need some kind of medical help once he gets able to move again, since there is only so much you can do at home. Here's hoping Tony and possibly some other friends get in to help, since that's what Maz needs right now, some support from friends.
Whew, I need to stop writing these essay-length comments, but this story has really made me think a lot the past few chapters, and they've stuck with me in the back of my mind for weeks after I've first read them. Keep up the great work on the art, and do me a favor by telling plokishmok3 that he's been doing great with the story.
Gosh man, you really defined the story so well and it really brightens me up to see you break down the title and that. Thank you so much for being such a great part of the audience and reading our story! It truly means the world you took the time to do this. It puts a smile on me and Tony's face! Love ya!
'tis fine
that fact alone really sells how well the story tugs on people's heart strings
that fact alone really sells how well the story tugs on people's heart strings
Yay!! ^w^ Everything will be fine again. ^w^
Okay, maybe Maz will probably still be a little chubby, but at least not obese to the point of almost dying anymore in this universe, right? ='3
Vorax might be a feeder and loves to see Maz as obese as can be, but I am glad to see that he loves his lil brother more than any fantasy. ;w;
Okay, maybe Maz will probably still be a little chubby, but at least not obese to the point of almost dying anymore in this universe, right? ='3
Vorax might be a feeder and loves to see Maz as obese as can be, but I am glad to see that he loves his lil brother more than any fantasy. ;w;
Good theory! We will have to see what happens!
Thanks for your support dude!
Thanks for your support dude!
Of course, can't wait till the finale(? ). 8D Where everything will be fine again. 8D
Heck, maybe Vorax would even be willing to have a fat-transfusion, where some of Maz's current fat would be transferred to himself till Maz is at least back to mobile weight and can work on losing weight together with Vorax. Till Vorax is at his prefered weight and Maz is at his? That way he shows to Maz that he would do truly EVERYTHING to save his little brother and that he truly loves him. ^w^ You know? Putting his words into actions. ^^
And anytime buddy. ^^ *biiiiiig hugs*
I need to give some support to others even though I'm actually depressed AF myself. ^^;;
Heck, maybe Vorax would even be willing to have a fat-transfusion, where some of Maz's current fat would be transferred to himself till Maz is at least back to mobile weight and can work on losing weight together with Vorax. Till Vorax is at his prefered weight and Maz is at his? That way he shows to Maz that he would do truly EVERYTHING to save his little brother and that he truly loves him. ^w^ You know? Putting his words into actions. ^^
And anytime buddy. ^^ *biiiiiig hugs*
I need to give some support to others even though I'm actually depressed AF myself. ^^;;
Who knows what will happen, guess we'll have to wait and find out~
So glad you have enjoyed the story man and I am sorry you are having a rough time mentally! *hugs tight*
So glad you have enjoyed the story man and I am sorry you are having a rough time mentally! *hugs tight*
*hugs more* Always welcome, lil buddy.
I can hardly wait. I hope we'll have a happy ending after all. ;w;I dun want any Maz to die. ;n; I dun want you to ever die. TT.n.TT
I can hardly wait. I hope we'll have a happy ending after all. ;w;I dun want any Maz to die. ;n; I dun want you to ever die. TT.n.TT
Such a sad story... It made me feel the sadness in this story.
I have experiences of bullying on my own, but even tho i am chubby, it hasnt been the main reason.... most of my bullying is a result of my irl name what someone could form into embarrassing and a stupid nickname, also rumours about me. Till this year, i have felt really lonely and miserable.. Joining the furry fandom has helped me to get over it and i have gotten quite a few friend now and i hope to have more! I am happier person overall despite that i am still bullied for various reasons including being fat
I have experiences of bullying on my own, but even tho i am chubby, it hasnt been the main reason.... most of my bullying is a result of my irl name what someone could form into embarrassing and a stupid nickname, also rumours about me. Till this year, i have felt really lonely and miserable.. Joining the furry fandom has helped me to get over it and i have gotten quite a few friend now and i hope to have more! I am happier person overall despite that i am still bullied for various reasons including being fat
Awe, I am sorry it brought up your past experiences, I hope stuff like that doesn't affect you too much anymore. I am also so glad that the fandom has helped you out! *hugs tight*
*hugs back tightly* Its okay ^^ I feel better
And you are so adorable! ^^
And you are so adorable! ^^
Oh wow... this one actually got me all choked up. This chapter and the previous one changed the tone of this story greatly. This series has been amazing, well written, and adorably illustrated. I cannot wait for the last chapter and I really hope Maz can get back to normalcy. Great work!
Thank you so much for your support! It truly means so much!
And we will have to see! <3
And we will have to see! <3
One side of me is happy that vorax now want to help his brother and the other side just want him to
I mean he looks awesome, he is soft and cuddly and I love the image of his moobs and belly.
Too bad the story is ending soon. Hopefully with an even bigger dragon😍 but if not it's still an amazing ending for an awesome story
continue
to feed his brother?I mean he looks awesome, he is soft and cuddly and I love the image of his moobs and belly.
Too bad the story is ending soon. Hopefully with an even bigger dragon😍 but if not it's still an amazing ending for an awesome story
*Hugs You* If You Need Help... Just Tell Me... Okay Maz...?
Pictured here: something that never happened with me :P aka, becoming a big heccin chonky kid XP
I soo would've happened with how hungry I was, but didn't cuz reasons
I soo would've happened with how hungry I was, but didn't cuz reasons
young me wishes he could've been as big as younger Maz here ;w;
Also, the roundness of the older brother here looks perfect btw x3
Thanks so much, man! It was interesting drawing the younger drakes!
yeah :3
they're especially at that perfect roundness, where its just enough
they're especially at that perfect roundness, where its just enough
wait... did something happen to this pic?
it's all zoomed in on just one part of Vorax' belly XP
it's all zoomed in on just one part of Vorax' belly XP
That's what I'm confused about. I was at least lucky enough to get the full pic before both accounts changed it. Most likely changed due to something, but I hadn't the heart to ask.
The subject matter of the picture didn't sit well with me anymore, so I removed the portion of the photo as well as the writing it came with. Just something me and Tony didn't see fit in the story and we removed it.
We removed a section of the story that pertained the image, so we cropped it.
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