Running from Corpulence: EPILOGUE
While accidents are unfortunate, they often serve as a powerful catalyst for personal growth and change; new revelations of one's self spawned by a jolt to the system and your routine. Maz and the gang are helping their recovering vulpine friend with just that. What's wrong with finding the soft, greasy silver lining to what life throws at you?
CHAPTER XIII <--- PROLOGUE
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Tony © & Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
Cinder ©:
Cameos:
Luxy ©:
Regil ©:
Bryno ©:
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EPILOGUE (Post-Injury)
Maz carefully scooted backward, pushing the door open with his rump while balancing a stack of pizza boxes in his paws, though as the door swung open it suddenly caught in place. Maz glanced down and saw an errant shoe wedged under the door. With a grunt, he slammed his rear and the side of his broad shoulder against the door and forced it open with a loud bang.
“Whoa dude,” Tony said from the couch, glancing up from the digital warfront on the television screen to see his drake friend stumbling inside.
“Player 2: Game Over,” an announcer’s voice blared through the television.
“Hey, no fair!” Tony cried, elbowing Vorax who was plopped on the couch beside him.
“Gotta keep your eyes on the field, my man,” Vorax said with a cheeky smirk.
“We’ve got the grub!” Cinder huffed as the large blue drake shuffled in behind Maz. Though the blue-gray dragon didn’t have to deal with the stubborn door, he had no less trouble squeezing inside, with the sides of his bean-bag chair sized gut brushing up against the edges of the doorframe, forcing the drake to turn slightly to the side to pop his broad rump and dangling belly through the door, all while holding another stack of pizza’s in his chubby paws; the downside of sporting a pear-shaped body. Both Cinder and Maz waddled over to the coffee table and set the nine boxes of pizza down. A halo of condensation encircled the boxes as a puff of steam rose from the cracks in the upper boxes; as hot and fresh as could be.
“Oh yes,” Cinder sighed as he grabbed the soft drink container he had been carefully balancing on top of the pizza boxes and took a long swing; it was hot out. A week-long heatwave had descended on the town and with there was little the paltry fans gusting from the corner of the room could do, even though the drake was shirtless. Sweat dripped from Cinder’s brow as he plopped down in the large easy chair in the corner of the room, a sense of relief washing over him as the weight was shifted off his paws and knees.
Though he had been bulking up for the better part of a year and a half, Cinder was still getting used to hefting around his massive bulk. The once petite drake was now easily rounder than he was tall, a height that seemed to have inched higher as of late as his frame adjusted to carrying around his hefty bulk. A set of meaty haunches sagged down around his knees which merged with the fat of his basketball-size calves, making his lower limbs appear as a single stalk of fat. Thick cankles enveloped the edges of his broad paws while each of his toes seemed swollen with fat like clementines injected with Crisco. While seated, his enormous belly bulged forward and both splayed out on his lap and spilled over the arms of the loveseat. It forced his thighs apart forming a broad w-shape as the pudge tried desperately to follow the siren call of gravity toward the floor.
A ring of fat encircled his chipmunk-cheeked face, merging together his upper, flabby moobs, his pillow-sized shoulders, and the multitude of chins lining his absent jawline. The drake wasn’t just fat or obese, he was downright monstrous in size; the perfect physique, at least for Cinder himself. Maz smirked as he watched Cinder attempt to wipe his forehead dry from sweat nearly half a dozen times, remembering just how hot and bulky lugging around a frame that size was despite the heatwave. The two had met at the pizza shop downtown, one that fortunately had temporarily lifted their no shirt no service policy during these trying times, and though he had been seeing his blue-gray drake friend more and more recently, he still couldn’t get over just how big Cinder had gotten.
Maz had been shocked when he had caught up with Cinder for the first time months last fall, after having been bed-bound for much of the spring and summer. When they finally met up back on campus for classes, Maz had done a double-take when the plump drake had walked up to him in the auditorium, nearly three times the size Maz remembered him being the winter before. Cinder had told Maz all about his weight gain journey, how he had taken Maz’s advice, and just trained his body to constantly crave food then give in to those cravings. He had been packing away nearly 10,000 calories a day through much of the summer and the weight had just come along with it. At that time, Cinder had nearly been as big as Maz, not realizing that Maz was on his downtrend until he had explained his immobile conundrum over the prior few months.
Maz had been a little worried that his harrowing tale would crush the blue-drake’s gaining dreams, but he had been met with surprising understanding and empathy. Cinder had heard word of Maz’s predicament through the local grapevine and then first hand when that viral tweet had exploded online over the summer. Cinder admitted that it had been a bit of a wake-up call for him, making him realize that this gaining journey he was on couldn’t be taken to that fantastical ending of being the size of a house; reality didn’t work like that. He had to readjust his goals and determine what sort of size was best for him, both personally and in terms of his health.
Maz had been impressed by Cinder’s self-reflection, something he had wished he had done himself many months beforehand. Still, Maz made sure to stay in touch with Cinder, to keep a watchful eye on the blue-drake in case things started going off the rails. Cinder had continued to pack on a little more weight during the fall, his body growing more bottom-heavy as his hips broadened and his haunches thickened, all coinciding with Maz’s slimming physique. Then, the drake’s gaining seemed to stop. Starting around the holidays at the start of the new calendar year, Cinder seemed to reach that theoretical endpoint, having seemingly neither gained nor lost a pound since; the blue-drake had found his sweet spot. Maz was happy for him, happiness that extended toward his brother as well.
Vorax had found his own happy medium, sporting a burly physique with just the right amount of pudge encasing his strong muscles beneath. At his towering height, he appeared almost like a wrestler to many furs when they were out in public, with folks occasionally stopping and asking for a photograph with the older drake, just assuming that he was someone important or famous they would look up later. As a joke, Maz had bought his brother a wrestler’s singlet which the older drake would don every now and again when Maz was in a sad or stressed mood, mimicking a rumble in the Thunderdome for the drake’s amusement; Vorax always knew just how to cheer him up. Fortunately, Maz didn’t need as much cheering up nowadays. He was simply happy.
He was comfortable with himself, his body, his life, his friends, with just about everything. He didn’t care that he was still a bit plump around the hips; he kind of liked it. He didn’t care that he had to take some summer classes to make up from the prior year’s null spring semester; he liked what he was learning. Life was headed in the right direction for Maz, a sense of self-actualization that he hoped that his foxy friend would soon attain.
Maz kept his eye on the fox as he sat down in the second loveseat in the corner of the living room. While the fox had a comical hyper-serious expression sprawled across his face as he tried to best Vorax in another digital match, Maz couldn’t help but glance down at the large blue cast around the fox’s ankle. It had been a few weeks since Tony had taken his nasty fall in the park, the scene still playing clearly in Maz’s mind: hearing the deafening crack before sprinting as quickly as his pudgy frame would allow toward the fox.
Maz remembered approaching Tony, noting his bugged open eyes and the pale, expressionless look on his face; he had been in shock. Glancing down, Maz had felt his stomach churn as he saw the unnatural bend in the fox’s ankle and the contorted state his paw was in; it hadn’t looked good. After Maz had pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance, he had simply knelt and tried to comfort the fox, but Tony had been silent with a thousand-yard stare as his paws delicately felt over the jagged bony protrusion just beneath the surface of his fur around his ankle.
Maz hadn’t been a hundred percent sure what had been running through the fox’s mind but he had a good guess: Tony wasn’t going to be running again anytime soon. The drake had immediately gotten a flashback to just a year before when he had taken his own tumble, remembering the shock and fear that had drowned out much of the pain. Maz’s mind then wandered to what had happened afterward, a rapid montage of the prior year flashing before his eyes: the snacks, the lounging, the meals, Vorax, the weight, the struggle, the immobility, the crushing pudge…. The fat. The most harrowing experience of his life, yet the most meaningful; an experience that had made him the drake that he was today. Through the pain and struggle he had emerged with a new perspective on his life, the same perspective that he knew that Tony desperately needed to be shown. A lifestyle the fox needed to experience. The fat that the vulpine needed to accumulate.
At that moment that the drake hovered over Tony, he felt an odd sense of opportunity; a silver lining to the bad situation life had presented to the fox. In the back of Maz’s mind, he suddenly realized this must have been what Vorax had felt all those months ago; Maz understood. Like the mycelium of an invasive fungus in the forest undergrowth, the thought spread through Maz’s mind, solidifying itself, forming and contorting into the skeleton of a plan: the blueprint to get Tony to understand what Maz understood. To get the fox to fatten up.
As Tony was whizzed away to the hospital, Maz got to work scheming. After what Vorax had done to him, Maz knew he had to set some ground rules, establishing an entirely different approach to the weight encouragement than the one his brother had partaken in: a safer one, a healthier one. He wasn’t going to stick a funnel in the fox’s muzzle and force food down his throat, Maz’s approach was going to be much gentler than that. Maz had a sense that deep beneath his runner-boy surface, Tony had that little seed, lying dormant in the permafrost of his workout obsessions. A seed of the fox’s true desires that wanted to burst forth and spread its roots of relaxation and indulgence; all the drake had to do was water it.
Tony’s parents had been on an anniversary cruise when Tony had his accident. They had immediately scrambled to find a way off the sea-bound boat, Tony assured them should continue with their vacation; they had been saving up for two years for the trip, with Tony himself providing the final batch of funds to make their dream vacation possible. Tony assured them he’d be fine until they got back at the end of the summer. Vorax called them and said that he and Maz would be happy to take Tony in, for the time being, to keep an eye on him while they relaxed in the Caribbean. They reluctantly agreed and subsequently called up to three times a day to check in but that, Tony figured, was compromise enough.
Vorax had driven the fox back to their house two days after his reconstructive surgery and plopped the fox down on the couch. Tony had been antsy that first day, with Maz and Vorax encouraging and a few times forcing the fox to stay propped up on the couch. They had assured the vulpine they would take care of everything, starting with lunch they had picked up on the way home: some hefty burritos from Taco2Day. In the scope of an eerily familiar tactic, Maz knew that Tony was too polite to not accept the free lunch, despite his usually clean diet that complemented his training. It only helped matters that despite the fox’s regimented culinary routine, he was no stranger to hefty meals.
Tony had wolfed down his burrito in the blink of an eye, likely a sign that his body was craving nutrients to help repair his lower limb; Maz and Vorax were happy to oblige. Maz had to temper Vorax’s feeding urges as, over the first few days, they alternated between healthier meals and greasier ones, steadily introducing more fatty, sugary portions and elements to Tony’s diet. Over the course of a week, Tony’s typical midday salad eventually sported bacon, grilled then fried chicken, oily nuts, and full-fat cheeses with a few leftover pot stickers or mozzarella sticks on the side.
Maz made sure to always have some sort of salty, fatty snack within reach of the fox, taking advantage of the inevitable boredom on the fox’s part as he steadily began to snack and eat for the sake of eating itself; it was a habit that Maz hoped to continue to reinforce. Though the fox still seemed hesitant often while reaching into a bowl of what had started as just pretzels before shifting to SunChips, that hesitation seemed to be fading, considering the entire bowl of Cape Cod potato chips he had hounded earlier that afternoon while Maz and Vorax had been doing chores around the house. Though it had only been a few days, Tony was slowly eating more and more of the calorie-riddled food put in front of him. Couple that with the fox gradually becoming more accustomed to sitting on his rump, that anxious urge to move slowly being surprised by the comforting blare of the television and salty snacks meant that the fox was already starting to show early signs of the pudge that Maz and Vorax hoped to cultivate.
“Alright, I’m not waiting for y’all to finish,” Cinder huffed. The drake grunted as he anchored his chubby paws on the arm of the chair and hoisted himself back to his feet, he took a few shuffle steps forward, his belly swaying back and forth from the motion as he grabbed a box of pizza and sat back down with it.
“Player One Wins!” The announcer called from the television.
“Dammit!” Tony said with an exasperated sigh.
“I told you, I’m the king in this game,” Vorax chuckled, setting his controller down in his lap and folding his arms in triumph behind his head.
“We’re playing again,” Tony said, his eyes narrow and his tone serious; he wasn’t a fan of losing even if he knew that video games weren’t his strong suit. Why couldn’t his paws just press the buttons the way his brain told them to? The fox’s belly suddenly growled as a pang of hunger rushed through his system.
“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” Maz teased as he stood up and grabbed a box of pizza himself: bacon and onion.
“Maybe a little grease in your system will loosen you up,” Vorax teased, popping open one of the boxes and folding two pieces of pizza over top of each other before stuffing them into his maw.
“Ha, ha, ha,” Tony grumbled. Part of him didn’t want to grab a piece of pizza out of spite, but then his belly rumbled again and recognized the subtle validity of Vorax’s taunting. It did smell good after all. The fox didn’t usually eat a lot of pizza, but since temporarily moving in this was the third time they had ordered a pallet of the cheesy morsels; it was hard to go wrong with dough, tomato sauce, and cheese.
Maz watched with restrained eagerness as Tony grabbed a slice and began to chew, noticing Vorax subtly watching the fox out of the corner of his own eye; Maz needed to learn how to be more covert with his spying like his brother. As the fox chewed, Maz noticed that the sharp angles of the fox’s jawline had faded. His cheeks seemed ever so slightly fuller too, though that was hard to discern while the fox chewed.
What was evident though was a notable bulge around Tony’s middle. His lower abdomen puffed out of his torso, forming a noticeable bump that had begun to rest on the upper part of his thighs. The mound of fluff and pudge glistened with sweat along its crease over the waistband of his shorts that hugged his rounder hips, the heat sparing no prisoners, no matter their size, from its sweltering grip. The fox had clearly put on weight, though both Maz and Vorax knew this was just the beginning; the small set of love handles, that was more akin to subtle creases that true folds, along the fox’s sides would have some friends soon enough.
Maz couldn’t help but smirk as Tony finished his first slice and immediately grab a second and ultimately stuffed a third into his maw before picking his controller back up before he was even finished chewing.
“Slow down there, bud,” Vorax teased boldly. “If you keep eating like that you’re going to burst out of that cast of yours.”
“Oh?” Tony said, swallowing. “You mean from all of this?” Tony sunk his paw into the side of his gut and gave it a jiggle. Maz’s eyes bugged open for half a second like a child caught trying to pull a fast one on their parents.
Uh oh, Maz thought though, in contrast to his flustered expression, Vorax turned toward the fox with a suave smile.
“Well that keg you’re grabbing now is certainly not a six-pack anymore,” Vorax smirked.
“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Tony shrugged.
“So the Speed Demon is getting a little comfortable during his break from the grind?” Vorax chuckled.
“Nothing wrong with enjoying a break,” Tony said.
“Not if that break never ends,” Vorax said, giving Tony’s soft side a poke with his paw.
“Well,” Tony said, grabbing another pizza slice, “that’s not the worse idea in the world.” Tony stuffed the pizza into his maw before picking up the controller again. “Lephtths gomph!” Maz breathed a sigh of relief; Vorax was scary good at handling these situations. Maz couldn’t help but smirk as he saw Tony chew and focus back on the television again, seeing the gears turning in the fox’s mind; the gears of true self-attainment. Sure, Maz knew that the fox likely wouldn’t give up on exercise completely, much as the drake hadn’t, but perhaps the two would take some regular, more casual trips to the gym to maintain their health as the fox grew into his softer physique; only time would tell.
“I’ve got next,” Cinder as he inched the tube of pizza he had rolled up a little further into his chewing maw.
“Winner stays on?” Vorax floated.
“No, we’re not just going to let you play all evening,” Maz said.
“Fine,” Vorax said. “Sudden death, single-elimination, tournament style, and also…”
“Quit yapping and ready up!” Tony said, his eyes already focused on his screen as he wiped a trickle of grease dribbling out the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Didn’t know you were so eager for the beat down,” Vorax chuckled as he started up the game.
“Oh is that right?” Tony chuckled as he immediately navigated his character to a randomizer chest, pulling out an atomic heat-seeking missile. The color drained from Vorax’s face.
“Wait, no, that’s not fair. Those are banned in competitive play!” Vorax said as his character dodged just out of the way of a fatal explosion.
“This ain’t an official tournament,” Tony said.
“Okay, how about a best of three, double elimination…” Vorax pleaded.
“I don’t think so, bud,” Tony said as he lined up his clear shot of Vorax’s character and fired his overpowered weapon. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Oh, shi…” Vorax sputtered. Maz just chuckled. This is what life was about. Good games and good food with good friends. What more to life was there? He was with the people he loved, doing what they loved, just being their soft, fun-loving selves. What more could you ask for than just some good ol’ fattening times with friends?
He couldn't. He was thankful for the moment.
All of them were having the time of his life; why would they want anything different?
CHAPTER XIII <--- PROLOGUE
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Tony © & Story:
Mazaku ©, Vorax © & Artwork:
Cinder ©:
Cameos:
Luxy ©:
Regil ©:
Bryno ©:
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EPILOGUE (Post-Injury)
Maz carefully scooted backward, pushing the door open with his rump while balancing a stack of pizza boxes in his paws, though as the door swung open it suddenly caught in place. Maz glanced down and saw an errant shoe wedged under the door. With a grunt, he slammed his rear and the side of his broad shoulder against the door and forced it open with a loud bang.
“Whoa dude,” Tony said from the couch, glancing up from the digital warfront on the television screen to see his drake friend stumbling inside.
“Player 2: Game Over,” an announcer’s voice blared through the television.
“Hey, no fair!” Tony cried, elbowing Vorax who was plopped on the couch beside him.
“Gotta keep your eyes on the field, my man,” Vorax said with a cheeky smirk.
“We’ve got the grub!” Cinder huffed as the large blue drake shuffled in behind Maz. Though the blue-gray dragon didn’t have to deal with the stubborn door, he had no less trouble squeezing inside, with the sides of his bean-bag chair sized gut brushing up against the edges of the doorframe, forcing the drake to turn slightly to the side to pop his broad rump and dangling belly through the door, all while holding another stack of pizza’s in his chubby paws; the downside of sporting a pear-shaped body. Both Cinder and Maz waddled over to the coffee table and set the nine boxes of pizza down. A halo of condensation encircled the boxes as a puff of steam rose from the cracks in the upper boxes; as hot and fresh as could be.
“Oh yes,” Cinder sighed as he grabbed the soft drink container he had been carefully balancing on top of the pizza boxes and took a long swing; it was hot out. A week-long heatwave had descended on the town and with there was little the paltry fans gusting from the corner of the room could do, even though the drake was shirtless. Sweat dripped from Cinder’s brow as he plopped down in the large easy chair in the corner of the room, a sense of relief washing over him as the weight was shifted off his paws and knees.
Though he had been bulking up for the better part of a year and a half, Cinder was still getting used to hefting around his massive bulk. The once petite drake was now easily rounder than he was tall, a height that seemed to have inched higher as of late as his frame adjusted to carrying around his hefty bulk. A set of meaty haunches sagged down around his knees which merged with the fat of his basketball-size calves, making his lower limbs appear as a single stalk of fat. Thick cankles enveloped the edges of his broad paws while each of his toes seemed swollen with fat like clementines injected with Crisco. While seated, his enormous belly bulged forward and both splayed out on his lap and spilled over the arms of the loveseat. It forced his thighs apart forming a broad w-shape as the pudge tried desperately to follow the siren call of gravity toward the floor.
A ring of fat encircled his chipmunk-cheeked face, merging together his upper, flabby moobs, his pillow-sized shoulders, and the multitude of chins lining his absent jawline. The drake wasn’t just fat or obese, he was downright monstrous in size; the perfect physique, at least for Cinder himself. Maz smirked as he watched Cinder attempt to wipe his forehead dry from sweat nearly half a dozen times, remembering just how hot and bulky lugging around a frame that size was despite the heatwave. The two had met at the pizza shop downtown, one that fortunately had temporarily lifted their no shirt no service policy during these trying times, and though he had been seeing his blue-gray drake friend more and more recently, he still couldn’t get over just how big Cinder had gotten.
Maz had been shocked when he had caught up with Cinder for the first time months last fall, after having been bed-bound for much of the spring and summer. When they finally met up back on campus for classes, Maz had done a double-take when the plump drake had walked up to him in the auditorium, nearly three times the size Maz remembered him being the winter before. Cinder had told Maz all about his weight gain journey, how he had taken Maz’s advice, and just trained his body to constantly crave food then give in to those cravings. He had been packing away nearly 10,000 calories a day through much of the summer and the weight had just come along with it. At that time, Cinder had nearly been as big as Maz, not realizing that Maz was on his downtrend until he had explained his immobile conundrum over the prior few months.
Maz had been a little worried that his harrowing tale would crush the blue-drake’s gaining dreams, but he had been met with surprising understanding and empathy. Cinder had heard word of Maz’s predicament through the local grapevine and then first hand when that viral tweet had exploded online over the summer. Cinder admitted that it had been a bit of a wake-up call for him, making him realize that this gaining journey he was on couldn’t be taken to that fantastical ending of being the size of a house; reality didn’t work like that. He had to readjust his goals and determine what sort of size was best for him, both personally and in terms of his health.
Maz had been impressed by Cinder’s self-reflection, something he had wished he had done himself many months beforehand. Still, Maz made sure to stay in touch with Cinder, to keep a watchful eye on the blue-drake in case things started going off the rails. Cinder had continued to pack on a little more weight during the fall, his body growing more bottom-heavy as his hips broadened and his haunches thickened, all coinciding with Maz’s slimming physique. Then, the drake’s gaining seemed to stop. Starting around the holidays at the start of the new calendar year, Cinder seemed to reach that theoretical endpoint, having seemingly neither gained nor lost a pound since; the blue-drake had found his sweet spot. Maz was happy for him, happiness that extended toward his brother as well.
Vorax had found his own happy medium, sporting a burly physique with just the right amount of pudge encasing his strong muscles beneath. At his towering height, he appeared almost like a wrestler to many furs when they were out in public, with folks occasionally stopping and asking for a photograph with the older drake, just assuming that he was someone important or famous they would look up later. As a joke, Maz had bought his brother a wrestler’s singlet which the older drake would don every now and again when Maz was in a sad or stressed mood, mimicking a rumble in the Thunderdome for the drake’s amusement; Vorax always knew just how to cheer him up. Fortunately, Maz didn’t need as much cheering up nowadays. He was simply happy.
He was comfortable with himself, his body, his life, his friends, with just about everything. He didn’t care that he was still a bit plump around the hips; he kind of liked it. He didn’t care that he had to take some summer classes to make up from the prior year’s null spring semester; he liked what he was learning. Life was headed in the right direction for Maz, a sense of self-actualization that he hoped that his foxy friend would soon attain.
Maz kept his eye on the fox as he sat down in the second loveseat in the corner of the living room. While the fox had a comical hyper-serious expression sprawled across his face as he tried to best Vorax in another digital match, Maz couldn’t help but glance down at the large blue cast around the fox’s ankle. It had been a few weeks since Tony had taken his nasty fall in the park, the scene still playing clearly in Maz’s mind: hearing the deafening crack before sprinting as quickly as his pudgy frame would allow toward the fox.
Maz remembered approaching Tony, noting his bugged open eyes and the pale, expressionless look on his face; he had been in shock. Glancing down, Maz had felt his stomach churn as he saw the unnatural bend in the fox’s ankle and the contorted state his paw was in; it hadn’t looked good. After Maz had pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance, he had simply knelt and tried to comfort the fox, but Tony had been silent with a thousand-yard stare as his paws delicately felt over the jagged bony protrusion just beneath the surface of his fur around his ankle.
Maz hadn’t been a hundred percent sure what had been running through the fox’s mind but he had a good guess: Tony wasn’t going to be running again anytime soon. The drake had immediately gotten a flashback to just a year before when he had taken his own tumble, remembering the shock and fear that had drowned out much of the pain. Maz’s mind then wandered to what had happened afterward, a rapid montage of the prior year flashing before his eyes: the snacks, the lounging, the meals, Vorax, the weight, the struggle, the immobility, the crushing pudge…. The fat. The most harrowing experience of his life, yet the most meaningful; an experience that had made him the drake that he was today. Through the pain and struggle he had emerged with a new perspective on his life, the same perspective that he knew that Tony desperately needed to be shown. A lifestyle the fox needed to experience. The fat that the vulpine needed to accumulate.
At that moment that the drake hovered over Tony, he felt an odd sense of opportunity; a silver lining to the bad situation life had presented to the fox. In the back of Maz’s mind, he suddenly realized this must have been what Vorax had felt all those months ago; Maz understood. Like the mycelium of an invasive fungus in the forest undergrowth, the thought spread through Maz’s mind, solidifying itself, forming and contorting into the skeleton of a plan: the blueprint to get Tony to understand what Maz understood. To get the fox to fatten up.
As Tony was whizzed away to the hospital, Maz got to work scheming. After what Vorax had done to him, Maz knew he had to set some ground rules, establishing an entirely different approach to the weight encouragement than the one his brother had partaken in: a safer one, a healthier one. He wasn’t going to stick a funnel in the fox’s muzzle and force food down his throat, Maz’s approach was going to be much gentler than that. Maz had a sense that deep beneath his runner-boy surface, Tony had that little seed, lying dormant in the permafrost of his workout obsessions. A seed of the fox’s true desires that wanted to burst forth and spread its roots of relaxation and indulgence; all the drake had to do was water it.
Tony’s parents had been on an anniversary cruise when Tony had his accident. They had immediately scrambled to find a way off the sea-bound boat, Tony assured them should continue with their vacation; they had been saving up for two years for the trip, with Tony himself providing the final batch of funds to make their dream vacation possible. Tony assured them he’d be fine until they got back at the end of the summer. Vorax called them and said that he and Maz would be happy to take Tony in, for the time being, to keep an eye on him while they relaxed in the Caribbean. They reluctantly agreed and subsequently called up to three times a day to check in but that, Tony figured, was compromise enough.
Vorax had driven the fox back to their house two days after his reconstructive surgery and plopped the fox down on the couch. Tony had been antsy that first day, with Maz and Vorax encouraging and a few times forcing the fox to stay propped up on the couch. They had assured the vulpine they would take care of everything, starting with lunch they had picked up on the way home: some hefty burritos from Taco2Day. In the scope of an eerily familiar tactic, Maz knew that Tony was too polite to not accept the free lunch, despite his usually clean diet that complemented his training. It only helped matters that despite the fox’s regimented culinary routine, he was no stranger to hefty meals.
Tony had wolfed down his burrito in the blink of an eye, likely a sign that his body was craving nutrients to help repair his lower limb; Maz and Vorax were happy to oblige. Maz had to temper Vorax’s feeding urges as, over the first few days, they alternated between healthier meals and greasier ones, steadily introducing more fatty, sugary portions and elements to Tony’s diet. Over the course of a week, Tony’s typical midday salad eventually sported bacon, grilled then fried chicken, oily nuts, and full-fat cheeses with a few leftover pot stickers or mozzarella sticks on the side.
Maz made sure to always have some sort of salty, fatty snack within reach of the fox, taking advantage of the inevitable boredom on the fox’s part as he steadily began to snack and eat for the sake of eating itself; it was a habit that Maz hoped to continue to reinforce. Though the fox still seemed hesitant often while reaching into a bowl of what had started as just pretzels before shifting to SunChips, that hesitation seemed to be fading, considering the entire bowl of Cape Cod potato chips he had hounded earlier that afternoon while Maz and Vorax had been doing chores around the house. Though it had only been a few days, Tony was slowly eating more and more of the calorie-riddled food put in front of him. Couple that with the fox gradually becoming more accustomed to sitting on his rump, that anxious urge to move slowly being surprised by the comforting blare of the television and salty snacks meant that the fox was already starting to show early signs of the pudge that Maz and Vorax hoped to cultivate.
“Alright, I’m not waiting for y’all to finish,” Cinder huffed. The drake grunted as he anchored his chubby paws on the arm of the chair and hoisted himself back to his feet, he took a few shuffle steps forward, his belly swaying back and forth from the motion as he grabbed a box of pizza and sat back down with it.
“Player One Wins!” The announcer called from the television.
“Dammit!” Tony said with an exasperated sigh.
“I told you, I’m the king in this game,” Vorax chuckled, setting his controller down in his lap and folding his arms in triumph behind his head.
“We’re playing again,” Tony said, his eyes narrow and his tone serious; he wasn’t a fan of losing even if he knew that video games weren’t his strong suit. Why couldn’t his paws just press the buttons the way his brain told them to? The fox’s belly suddenly growled as a pang of hunger rushed through his system.
“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” Maz teased as he stood up and grabbed a box of pizza himself: bacon and onion.
“Maybe a little grease in your system will loosen you up,” Vorax teased, popping open one of the boxes and folding two pieces of pizza over top of each other before stuffing them into his maw.
“Ha, ha, ha,” Tony grumbled. Part of him didn’t want to grab a piece of pizza out of spite, but then his belly rumbled again and recognized the subtle validity of Vorax’s taunting. It did smell good after all. The fox didn’t usually eat a lot of pizza, but since temporarily moving in this was the third time they had ordered a pallet of the cheesy morsels; it was hard to go wrong with dough, tomato sauce, and cheese.
Maz watched with restrained eagerness as Tony grabbed a slice and began to chew, noticing Vorax subtly watching the fox out of the corner of his own eye; Maz needed to learn how to be more covert with his spying like his brother. As the fox chewed, Maz noticed that the sharp angles of the fox’s jawline had faded. His cheeks seemed ever so slightly fuller too, though that was hard to discern while the fox chewed.
What was evident though was a notable bulge around Tony’s middle. His lower abdomen puffed out of his torso, forming a noticeable bump that had begun to rest on the upper part of his thighs. The mound of fluff and pudge glistened with sweat along its crease over the waistband of his shorts that hugged his rounder hips, the heat sparing no prisoners, no matter their size, from its sweltering grip. The fox had clearly put on weight, though both Maz and Vorax knew this was just the beginning; the small set of love handles, that was more akin to subtle creases that true folds, along the fox’s sides would have some friends soon enough.
Maz couldn’t help but smirk as Tony finished his first slice and immediately grab a second and ultimately stuffed a third into his maw before picking his controller back up before he was even finished chewing.
“Slow down there, bud,” Vorax teased boldly. “If you keep eating like that you’re going to burst out of that cast of yours.”
“Oh?” Tony said, swallowing. “You mean from all of this?” Tony sunk his paw into the side of his gut and gave it a jiggle. Maz’s eyes bugged open for half a second like a child caught trying to pull a fast one on their parents.
Uh oh, Maz thought though, in contrast to his flustered expression, Vorax turned toward the fox with a suave smile.
“Well that keg you’re grabbing now is certainly not a six-pack anymore,” Vorax smirked.
“Eh, it’s not so bad,” Tony shrugged.
“So the Speed Demon is getting a little comfortable during his break from the grind?” Vorax chuckled.
“Nothing wrong with enjoying a break,” Tony said.
“Not if that break never ends,” Vorax said, giving Tony’s soft side a poke with his paw.
“Well,” Tony said, grabbing another pizza slice, “that’s not the worse idea in the world.” Tony stuffed the pizza into his maw before picking up the controller again. “Lephtths gomph!” Maz breathed a sigh of relief; Vorax was scary good at handling these situations. Maz couldn’t help but smirk as he saw Tony chew and focus back on the television again, seeing the gears turning in the fox’s mind; the gears of true self-attainment. Sure, Maz knew that the fox likely wouldn’t give up on exercise completely, much as the drake hadn’t, but perhaps the two would take some regular, more casual trips to the gym to maintain their health as the fox grew into his softer physique; only time would tell.
“I’ve got next,” Cinder as he inched the tube of pizza he had rolled up a little further into his chewing maw.
“Winner stays on?” Vorax floated.
“No, we’re not just going to let you play all evening,” Maz said.
“Fine,” Vorax said. “Sudden death, single-elimination, tournament style, and also…”
“Quit yapping and ready up!” Tony said, his eyes already focused on his screen as he wiped a trickle of grease dribbling out the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Didn’t know you were so eager for the beat down,” Vorax chuckled as he started up the game.
“Oh is that right?” Tony chuckled as he immediately navigated his character to a randomizer chest, pulling out an atomic heat-seeking missile. The color drained from Vorax’s face.
“Wait, no, that’s not fair. Those are banned in competitive play!” Vorax said as his character dodged just out of the way of a fatal explosion.
“This ain’t an official tournament,” Tony said.
“Okay, how about a best of three, double elimination…” Vorax pleaded.
“I don’t think so, bud,” Tony said as he lined up his clear shot of Vorax’s character and fired his overpowered weapon. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Oh, shi…” Vorax sputtered. Maz just chuckled. This is what life was about. Good games and good food with good friends. What more to life was there? He was with the people he loved, doing what they loved, just being their soft, fun-loving selves. What more could you ask for than just some good ol’ fattening times with friends?
He couldn't. He was thankful for the moment.
All of them were having the time of his life; why would they want anything different?
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This was a nice little conclusion to this story, and a lovely pic to come with it. Great job friend :)
Whohooo!! Tony won!! >=D
Poor Tony though. <=( Broken his leg, but at least Max and the gang are there to cheer him up. ^w^
Also: Gosh Cinder is a nice plump fatty. 8D I guess he has the right body to handle all that fat without too much problems huh? ^^
And I KNEW it! Vorax did soften out a little again. >;P lol But still seems to be the second to fittest person of the bunch. ^^
And I count 7 pizza's aside from the one that is already eaten. And only 4 of you, who's gonna no the other 3? xD lol
I am so happy that the ending was a good one and this epilogue is an even better one. TTwTT *sniffles and hugs every single one of them, happy that they are all alive and they are all happy*
Poor Tony though. <=( Broken his leg, but at least Max and the gang are there to cheer him up. ^w^
Also: Gosh Cinder is a nice plump fatty. 8D I guess he has the right body to handle all that fat without too much problems huh? ^^
And I KNEW it! Vorax did soften out a little again. >;P lol But still seems to be the second to fittest person of the bunch. ^^
And I count 7 pizza's aside from the one that is already eaten. And only 4 of you, who's gonna no the other 3? xD lol
I am so happy that the ending was a good one and this epilogue is an even better one. TTwTT *sniffles and hugs every single one of them, happy that they are all alive and they are all happy*
This chapter was to bring everything together and I am glad you liked it, man! Means so much~
*hugs you big time* You are so very welcome. ^w^
I definitely can not wait for the next great adventure with Maz and the others. Hopefully a little less realistic with teh health problems, but even if there are, I just hope that it will all end as good as this one. ^w^
I definitely can not wait for the next great adventure with Maz and the others. Hopefully a little less realistic with teh health problems, but even if there are, I just hope that it will all end as good as this one. ^w^
Aww this is such a wholesome epilogue <3
Dude, this story has been such an amazing read, You and Plokishmok really outdid yourselves with this series ^^
(I wish I could have soft friends like these in my life X'D)
Dude, this story has been such an amazing read, You and Plokishmok really outdid yourselves with this series ^^
(I wish I could have soft friends like these in my life X'D)
Such a happy ending. That was quite the good journey from the beginning to the end
Yes! It was great being able to make this. Thanks so much for your support Lunao!
I'd have liked my chonk dragonborn to be there too Growth is so exciting, weight gain is a fave!
Wow! I actually didn't expect that continuation of the story but i really love it!!
It is soooo sweet story and the drawing is also great! Aaah i just wanna hug all of them :D
It is soooo sweet story and the drawing is also great! Aaah i just wanna hug all of them :D
Yes! We thought a little surprise would be fun! Glad you liked it man!
Oh gosh Cinder got huge! Wasn’t really expecting an epilogue! What a big surprise!
Yes he did! And I thought a good chapter to wrap everything up would be fun!
A perfect end to a perfect story ~
I love how everything seemed to come full circle but on a much more positive note ~ with friends by Maz's side and Maz being able to give Tony the same treatment but with the knowledge of knowing from Vorax's methods what and what not to do. Also I did not expect Cinder to come back, I didn't even realize it was him at first but I love his return and hearing about his own WG journey. I love seeing where everyone is at this point in the story, they all found their sweet spots, each different from the other.
This has been an amazing and super fun series and journey to follow, and I cannot thank you and Tony enough for putting so much time and work and effort into delivering such a fantastic story. This isn't just a WG story; this really takes readers for a ride and explores every emotion and aspect of WG both positive and negative. Absolutely phenomenal <3<3<3
I love how everything seemed to come full circle but on a much more positive note ~ with friends by Maz's side and Maz being able to give Tony the same treatment but with the knowledge of knowing from Vorax's methods what and what not to do. Also I did not expect Cinder to come back, I didn't even realize it was him at first but I love his return and hearing about his own WG journey. I love seeing where everyone is at this point in the story, they all found their sweet spots, each different from the other.
This has been an amazing and super fun series and journey to follow, and I cannot thank you and Tony enough for putting so much time and work and effort into delivering such a fantastic story. This isn't just a WG story; this really takes readers for a ride and explores every emotion and aspect of WG both positive and negative. Absolutely phenomenal <3<3<3
I am so glad you liked it Devon! Truly means a ton for you to be with the story for so long!!
or tony full sequence from the first bite and signs of pudge to going overboard and maz sized
As of right now. There is no sequel planned. We may leave it as is~
What a great conclusion. 😊 this was a fun story bud. May I join you guys?
It’s good to see cynder being back and seeing how he managed to gain is reaaly cool. Even a side character from an earlier chapter had his evolution too. This is a good conclusion for a story like that, you made more than a awesome job on it.
Wow Cinder got huge
Again bro the story was amazing your friend plokishmok3 did an amazing job and the art you drew was also amazing! 10/10
Again bro the story was amazing your friend plokishmok3 did an amazing job and the art you drew was also amazing! 10/10
This was so sweet, I’m glad everyone is happy with their sizes. You did a great job visualizing their physiques in the chapter once again Maz! Thank you guys so much!
GOODNESS!! I was joking before, but this is excellent! <3
Excellent work you two~!
Excellent work you two~!
A nice little bit of story that wrapped up the two remaining loose ends, mainly where had Cinder had been since chapter 8, and how Tony's adjusting to his injury. But since these two are side characters, I don't know If I can really analyze their feelings, motives, and actions quite as much as Maz and Vorax, but I can at least write down some things I thought about it all.
It seems that Cinder had a little bit of a weight-gaining adventure himself after we last saw him in chapter 8, and while it's kind of a bummer that he knows he can't achieve a fantasy of being big after seeing the aftermath of what happened to Maz from afar, Since the story's over, we won't really know if he too will add the occasional workout, but it is great that Maz is keeping an eye on him. I have a connection with friends that are the "Friend that has been through this before, and helps others so they don't have to do it alone." and if that means that Cinder would have to lose a few, or at the very least build some muscles to carry that weight, he'd do it alongside Maz.
Tony is softening up, both in a literal and figurative sense, enjoying some of the smaller things, even if he was forced to 'stop and smell the roses' by an act of his own hubris. Sometimes life just smacks you down and forces you to stop or slow down. I'd like to say more, but since I know little to nothing about his character (and the person behind it), I really can't other than my impressions from the story, and one other series I've seen featuring his character. I'll just add "Look at more of his stuff" to the list of things to do before the review of the story as a whole. Since he did write this story, and a quick glance at his gallery shows that he does love things on the rounder side, it's safe to assume that (at least, in this story's canon) Tony won't be losing all of that weight after he's fully healed, and in fact could be on the road to gaining more... But that's merely speculation and only a true sequel written by the two of you would answer that.
That's enough food-for-thought for now, since I need to save some of my own creative juices for that review I've mentioned. ;)
Thanks again to both of you for writing this story, it was some trip, and I hope to see another collaboration from the two of you in the future!
It seems that Cinder had a little bit of a weight-gaining adventure himself after we last saw him in chapter 8, and while it's kind of a bummer that he knows he can't achieve a fantasy of being big after seeing the aftermath of what happened to Maz from afar, Since the story's over, we won't really know if he too will add the occasional workout, but it is great that Maz is keeping an eye on him. I have a connection with friends that are the "Friend that has been through this before, and helps others so they don't have to do it alone." and if that means that Cinder would have to lose a few, or at the very least build some muscles to carry that weight, he'd do it alongside Maz.
Tony is softening up, both in a literal and figurative sense, enjoying some of the smaller things, even if he was forced to 'stop and smell the roses' by an act of his own hubris. Sometimes life just smacks you down and forces you to stop or slow down. I'd like to say more, but since I know little to nothing about his character (and the person behind it), I really can't other than my impressions from the story, and one other series I've seen featuring his character. I'll just add "Look at more of his stuff" to the list of things to do before the review of the story as a whole. Since he did write this story, and a quick glance at his gallery shows that he does love things on the rounder side, it's safe to assume that (at least, in this story's canon) Tony won't be losing all of that weight after he's fully healed, and in fact could be on the road to gaining more... But that's merely speculation and only a true sequel written by the two of you would answer that.
That's enough food-for-thought for now, since I need to save some of my own creative juices for that review I've mentioned. ;)
Thanks again to both of you for writing this story, it was some trip, and I hope to see another collaboration from the two of you in the future!
I appreciate your feedback here and your evaluation of the story. Really is a treat to read this!
What an adorable endinfg and so perfectly fitting for the story. I love it
Man Id love to see a close up pic of that cast like you did for the teaser
It can be something done in the future! We have thought about doing a sequel but we still gotta wrap up a few things with this story!
I know I’m about a year late to this party, but I just happened upon this story a few days ago and just binged it (which I guess is ironic given the story) and I just wanted to say I really liked it.
It is a very good story about being comfortable in your own skin, friendship, and lots of food.
It also really hit all the right emotional notes with the characters in the right time. Whether it was Vorax’s well-meant feeding, Maz finally sharing his feelings with his brother or the sincerity of Tony’s confession.
What I’m trying to say is you did an amazing job on this!
(The take away from all this. Just avoid that f*cking park, no goodcomes from that place).
It is a very good story about being comfortable in your own skin, friendship, and lots of food.
It also really hit all the right emotional notes with the characters in the right time. Whether it was Vorax’s well-meant feeding, Maz finally sharing his feelings with his brother or the sincerity of Tony’s confession.
What I’m trying to say is you did an amazing job on this!
(The take away from all this. Just avoid that f*cking park, no goodcomes from that place).
Thanks so much! I am really glad you liked the story! It means a lot <3
I'm really glad I read this story. It was a very compelling journey and I'm really happy for the characters.
I was really proud of Maz for finally standing up to his brother and telling Vorax what he was doing hurting him.
I really liked the ending where Maz was able to achieve his need for mobility, as well finding out for himself that he liked a bit of pudge. It's great that he managed to incorporate the two desires in a balanced way, especially since he had no urge to become morbid and unhealthy again.
You did a great job illustrating the story. Not only was each picture aesthetically pleasing and matched what was happening, but they conveyed the tone and mood of each chapter really well, whether it was sad or joyful.
Well done to yourself and Plokishmok3.
I was really proud of Maz for finally standing up to his brother and telling Vorax what he was doing hurting him.
I really liked the ending where Maz was able to achieve his need for mobility, as well finding out for himself that he liked a bit of pudge. It's great that he managed to incorporate the two desires in a balanced way, especially since he had no urge to become morbid and unhealthy again.
You did a great job illustrating the story. Not only was each picture aesthetically pleasing and matched what was happening, but they conveyed the tone and mood of each chapter really well, whether it was sad or joyful.
Well done to yourself and Plokishmok3.
Thank you so much! This means a lot! Appreciate your support~ <3
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