A small college town as found themselves in the middle of a heavy quarantin after a mysterious viral outbreak begins fattening anyone who is infected. Now it is up to three college students and their professor to find a cure before they find themselves at the mercy of of the extra mass the virus brings. Will they be able to find a way to beat this virus, or will they be doomed to a massive FATe
Prologue ---> Chapter One
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Prologue
Tony had no idea how long he had been staring at his computer screen but he was certain it was longer than he should be. Essay Topic: Describe the causes, actions during, and repercussions of the War of Pigs in 1859.
Tony’s eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at what he had written so far: “The War of Pig started in 1859.”
Tony sighed, “I hate history,” Tony grumbled. “What do I care if nations decided to start a squabble because some dumbass decided to shoot a pig that wasn’t his.” Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to be getting any further on his report, Tony stood up and stretched his arms far above his head before absentmindedly kicking his desk chair away with his foot, allowing it to lazily roll away.
He lifted up the front of his white tank top, taking a sniff underneath it to see if he should take a shower. He didn’t smell anything rank, so he felt like he was pretty safe. Looking at himself in the mirror, he gave himself a moment to marvel at his own body. The brunette fox was proud of his temple of a body, a well-muscled structure with hardly any fat to speak of. He was unique amongst the other members of the basketball team not only due to his height but due to the sheer amount of muscle and size he had. While he wasn’t particularly good at shooting baskets he was quite good at dunking them, as well as being a shear wall when it came to blocking on the court. No one could get past him.
He had been working on building muscle since his junior year in high school, and now two years into college he was enjoying the results of his hard work. Any shirt he had pressed tight against his chest tapering down to his shredded core, and if one’s eyes were to wander lower (which they often did) they would feast upon his bulbous and muscular rump. Tony would often find others trying to undress him with their eyes, something he reveled in. He definitely enjoyed the attention that his physique gave him, as well as his ability to persuade others to get his way thanks to his body’s form.
Pulling himself out of his own indulgence, Tony slipped on a black and purple T-Shirt over his tank and started grabbing books for his microbiology class, along with his tan and burgundy gym bag. Stepping out into the hall, he let out a yell, “everyone about ready to go?”
The door at the end of the hall opened and the feline face of an ocelot peeked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist and his fur still wet and matted with his spotted undercut hair sticking in just about every direction. His body was trim, and decently muscled but not quite as cut as Tony would have liked as he was holding onto just enough body fat that his abs were only barely visible, and even then could disappear depending on the time of day. His slightly tired eyes, normally cinnamon in color were now giving a slight emerald sheen that would come and go seemingly at random. He reached up and scratched his well-defined chest, definitely Tony’s favorite part when he got to see it, though he had learned the hard way that he wasn’t allowed to touch.
Spoilsport.
“We’ll head out in about 15,” he said with a half yawn.
“Awesome, thanks Kent!” Tony said giving the cat a lazy thumbs up. Just as quickly as it appeared the face zipped back into the room, and out of sight. Tony stepped across the hall to the only other bedroom on this floor.
“What about you Maz?” He said standing directly outside the door.
Tony waited about 15 seconds but when he didn’t hear anything from his other roommate’s bedroom. He placed his ear up against the door and when he didn’t hear any signs of movement he took it as permission to walk in.
A few pictures of a short but athletic looking dragon aligned a nearby end table that Tony, deftly maneuvered around while sneaking into the room. These pictures showed the dragon racing across a finish line after a marathon while another saw him winning second in a sprinting competition. The dragon had a runner’s build with well-toned legs and hardly any body fat. A slight difference to the dragon who was now before him.
The small, now slightly chubby dragon lay at his computer table, completely knocked out, a small puddle of drool beginning to pool around his mouth. With college came less free time, and therefore exercising had been put on the backburner. He was still mostly thin with his arms collecting a layer of fat and his legs while still retaining their overall shape were definitely less toned then they were in the picture. What definitely gave away the dragon’s increased weight was the undeniable small mound of pudge that had been caked onto his middle. He must have fallen asleep, working on some sort of project for whatever art class he was taking. Tony probably could have remembered the course if he cared to, but he really didn’t.
The opportunity was too good to pass up. Tony normally would have gone up behind the green dragon and either tousled his curly mop of hair, or jiggled his little jelly belly that he had gained as a souvenir of his first year in college. But that wasn’t on the schedule today, as Tony found the opportunity to do something a bit more devious. Tony brought his hand up above Maz’s face and estimated about how far away would work best for maximum impact. Two feet seemed about right.
Holding his hand with his palm facing Maz he carefully crouched down next to Maz and carefully screamed in his face, “MAZ WAKE UP! YOU GOTTA GO TO SCHOOL!!”
The dragon immediately jumped up, shocked by the sudden noise and letting out a loud squeak. In his haste he slammed his head into Tony’s hand with a loud THWAP before he rebounded and his head slammed back down onto the desk.
“OOOWWWWW,” Maz said, grasping at the side of his face that hit the desk. “That really hurt you dick!”
Tony snickered “hey, I did you a favor! We might have been late, and now you’re fully awake thanks to the pain! You should be thanking me, aren’t I thoughtful?”
Maz said nothing and just glared daggers at Tony, as he let out a hearty laugh, “Aww Maz, don’t look at me that way, you’ll hurt my feelings. All three of them.” Tony continued to laugh as he stepped out of the room, feeling Maz’s eye dig into the back of his skull as he walked out.
Feeling a slight growl in his stomach, Tony quickly flew down the stairs and effortlessly slid into the kitchen. Inside he opened the chrome-plated fridge and looked around for something to eat. Left-over chicken, carrots, okra… none of it looked appealing. With a slight grimace, Tony reached to the back of the fridge and pulled out a 2-liter bottle of milk. He eyed it and saw that it was still half full. “Good enough,” he said under his breath before bringing it up to his lips and quickly chugging it.
“Dude!” Came an annoyed voice from behind him.
Tony turned, a mildly ticked-off Kent looked up at him before his eyes darted back to his phone. Tony figured he must have seen him drinking the milk while in the middle of texting someone. “Have you heard of a glass?”
Tony smirked, taking a break from his milk chug. “Have you heard of, I don’t need glass because there won’t be any milk left.”
Kent tsked before devoting his full attention back to his phone, “enjoy that metabolism while you can. Cause once it’s gone, your love handles will be fertilized with that milk.”
This only encouraged Tony to drink harder and louder, to make sure he was being as obnoxious as possible, all while intentionally pushing out his belly to make a little pooch. After downing the bottle he lifted up his shirt, revealing his abs, and a peek of his meaty pecs to Kent while feigning concern. “Oh my, what will I do about my precious abs?” He dropped his shirt and gave the feline a shrug, “good thing they aren’t going anywhere.”
He walked over to the corner of the room, and grabbed a glass container. Inside was a pink cake covered in a snow white frosting. Kent had taken a seat at a bar stool, and was deep in focus with the messages on his phone. “You however,” Tony began with a grin, “are nearly 25, and despite your slowing metabolism I’m certain that you would love to have the rest of this wouldn’t you?”
The cake was from Tony’s birthday that had only passed a few days ago, and while he thought it was delicious, he knew that Kent had a horrible sweet tooth. He found that tempting Kent was the cake was more delicious than the cake could ever be. Kent looked at the cake then up at Tony with a mix of anger and desire, Tony was pretty sure the desire was for the cake but he wasn’t going to complain if it was towards him. “Go on, you can have it. I won’t mind.”
“I hate you,” Kent said standing from his stool and opening the cabinet for the pantry letting the door hit the wall. He pulled out a small bag filled with dried mango, quickly tearing into a piece the moment he had one in his hand. Despite the sharpness of his teeth the dried mango took a fair amount of force before it finally gave, tearing apart and allowing Kent to chew on the piece he had in his mouth. Kent’s eyes stared straight into Tony’s soul, sending a message that Tony could only translate to mean “fuck you.”
“Spoilsport,” Tony said with a slight frown, putting the container back into the corner.
“You’ll also be buying Maz some more milk,” Kent said flatly. Tony knew that that was not a request, but an order. One he wasn’t willing to argue about. He looked back and gave Kent his best sardonic smile before stepping out of the kitchen towards the front door.
“Whatever you say kitty cat,” Tony purred while stepping out onto the porch leaving Kent to chew on his mercilessly tough mango jerky.
Tony knew that he may have pushed the teasing a bit too far already, and it was best to give his roommates some space. It was fine though, as he was perfectly okay with waiting in the front yard until it was time for them all to pile into Kent’s car. Plus if he was lucky he would get a chance to catch a glimpse of… speak of the devil himself.
Nimbly prancing out the front door of the next house over was a slender and sleek fennec fox, a small backpack slung over his shoulder and a bike helmet hanging loosely in his hand. While he normally had a pure white coat, he seemed to be fond of dying it frequently (a monster task that Tony would never attempt.) Today he was dyed all pink excluding the digits on each of his fingers which when put together made a rainbow across his hands. He was also wearing a halter top, sleeveless half jacket, cowboy boots and a cut-off pair of denim short shorts. A little flamboyant for Tony’s taste, but he could dig it.
“Well, where are we off to today?” Tony said with an intentionally obnoxiously sexual timbre.
The fennec fox turned to him, “Oh, just off to class same as you, same as every other day.
Not that you would actually remember what that class is though.” A small coy smile curled upon the fox’s pointed face.
A brief thought flashed through Tony’s head ‘English Comp-2.’ He smiled and replied confidently, “nope, no idea at all would you like to come over sometime and remind me?”
The fox smiled, fiddling with the helmet in his hands, “well when you ask so nicely…” He strode elegantly towards Tony, intentionally crossing his legs in front of each other in an exaggerated motion. He got right up in front of Tony’s face, he could feel and smell his salty breath, “nope.” He slid his helmet on before taking several steps back with a wicked snicker.
This only made Tony smile more, “so I’ll see you at my basketball game tonight, right?”
The fox started his motorcycle, the engine purring to life, “I may see you there, but the only thing you’ll see of me is my backside-” he let off the brake and slowly rolled back out of the driveway, “-as I walk away.”
‘Oh I’ll definitely be seeing more of that backside,’ Tony thought, ‘but I doubt any walking will be involved.’ Tony was wise enough to not voice these thoughts, and simply kept his joking grin as the fox sped off, the fumes from his bike the only parting gift he left behind.
“You done?” a mildly annoyed voice came from behind him. Kent was standing by the car, Maz already piled into the front seat.
‘Little shit,’ Tony thought, Maz knew the backseat wasn’t big enough for Tony to stretch out adequately enough. He considered forcing him into the back, but he knew Kent would leave him behind if he tried.
“For now,” Tony replied with his usual cocksure smile. “Good, get your ass in the car,” Kent snapped.
With a wink, Tony crawled into the back of the car, his knees jutting into his chest. ‘I’ll get you back for this little derg, just you wait.’
Dragontzin continued his lecture to the class, watching over the attentive faces… and the ones glazed over eyes. Microbiology was not for everyone, he knew that but he was always appreciative when students at least tried to pay attention.
He could see Maz up front towards the front row, eagerly notating things down as quickly as possible. He smiled internally, cute kid. No chance at a job in a scientific profession, but at least he tries.
Next to him was Kent whose eyes were glazing in and out of consciousness. He actually had the chance, but Dragontzin was certain that if he ever attempted to he wouldn’t be great. He lacked the drive to succeed in a scientific course, he was far too artistically and socially driven. He did have somewhat of singular interest in virology that Dragontzin found shocking. He was unsure what sparked the interest but he was certain if an interest in viruses was all that was needed to succeed in a scientific profession he would have been amazing. ‘Good thing he is working towards a psychology degree.’
Towards the back of the class was Tony… openly sleeping. A frown formed on Dragontzin’s face. He’d be angrier if the fox weren’t keeping himself at a high C average.
Dragontzin felt a bump on the front of his belly, before he heard the tumbling of falling books. His observations of the class distracted him just enough to where he wasn’t paying enough attention to where he was walking, and he managed to knock a small pile of books off of his desk.
Dragontzin wouldn’t consider himself truly obese, but he did have a bit of heft to him, his maroon button down stretched across a large belly that showed that he enjoyed a good meal or two. He ruffled multicolored feathers along the back of his head with his lime green paws, before attempting to reach down to grab the books.
“Don’t worry sir, I’ve got it,” his assistant tan lion assistant quickly scurried over from his desk on the far side of the room. In stark contrast to Kalvin who was still managing to keep a hold of his slim and sleek physique.
“Thank you Kal, I appreciate it.” Dragontzin looked around the room while Kalvin began gathering the scattered books. Many eyes that were once glazed over were startled clear by the sudden sound of tumbling books. Even Tony’s eyes were open, though his groggy face belied his half-awake state.
“Well,” Dragontzin said, slightly embarrassed. “I guess we’ll go ahead and start lab a little early today, go ahead and head down the hall. I'll be there in a moment.”
The shuffling of books being packed, and feet moving filled the air. Tony stretched his arms out in the back of the glass before sauntering forward, he hadn’t even taken his book out in class. He walked up to the professor and groggily stated, “I’m going to have to skip the lab today, the basketball team is meeting up before the game.”
Dragontzin could smell that this was a lie, he sighed “fine, do what you must. We still have the test next week, and you’ll want to find some time to study your cultures.” With that he waved the fox off.
“You got it boss,” he said with a toothy grin, before immediately leaving the class.
Dragontzin could see Tony from the corner of his eye as he almost ran into a tall lean pony, whose major defining feature was his long golden mane. Dragontzin vaguely remembered seeing him
around, but he wasn’t in any of his classes. He could hear Tony’s voice slowly fading away, “hey there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. How would you li…”
Dragontzin rolled his eyes as Tony’s voice slowly faded away. He looked over at Kalvin who had finished pilling the books back onto his desk. They were in the wrong order, but he couldn’t have known that. “Let’s get over to the lab,” Dragontzin “we can’t have them looking at the cultures without supervision.”
Kalvin nodded and the two traveled down the hall of the science wing before reaching their biology lab. Most of the students had already gotten the microscopes out and were waiting to be provided their specimens. Dragontzin could see Kent standing in the back of the room on their industrial size scale, not quite what it was intended for. Kent frowned as he looked at the number on the scale. Despite the distance Dragontzin could quite clearly see the number, 174lb. Not an extremely high number, but obviously high enough that it was giving the feline a bit of trouble. He was at that age where the metabolism slows down, so he was sure that he was having harder times keeping extra weight off.
“All right everyone,” Dragontzin said while stepping towards the cooling unit in the back of the room. “Each one of you has been randomly assigned a dish. Each dish contains a microorganism of some kind. Your job before the test next week is to find out what kind of organism it is, and then further categorize it based on its shape and distinguishing features. If you get the exact name of the organism you will get extra points!”
The class slowly clambered to the back of the room, each one grabbing the dish assigned to them. Dragontzin watched as a female bunny, Jill, —he thought her name was— tilted her head while staring at the microscope, then back at her notes, and back at the microscope again. He frowned slightly, she shouldn’t be that confused, hers was a spirochaetes bacteria, they are the only kinds that have a snake-like appearance.
He looked back over at Kent who was now working beside Maz. Despite their age gap, the two worked well together, Kent looked disappointed at his own organism, Helicobacter pylori, a helical bacteria strain. Dragontzin doubted Kent knew the exact bacteria he received but he probably recognized it as bacteria.
Maz lightly pulled on Kent’s vest and said something to him. Kent looked in Maz’s microscope before nodding with a slight smile. Good, Maz was at least able to recognize a spirochaetes strain when he saw one. He and Jill had been given the same strain, and he was glad that at least one of them was able to verify the type on sight.
Maz looked down at his microscope and Kent suddenly froze, a flush of red reaching his face. Dragontzin knew something was wrong, but couldn’t see the cause immediately. Eventually, he noticed and chuckled at, what seemed to be the cause of Kent’s distress. Maz had accidentally put his hand on top of Kent’s and it looked like Kent didn’t know what to do. Despite his age, Kent seemed to be very awkward when dealing with such matters.
Luckily for Kent he didn’t have to deal with it for long as Dragontzin watched as Maz shifted his legs around to alter his weight… and stepped on the top of Kent’s knee high boots. Dragontzin could practically see a shiver of fur go up Kent’s spine, leaving it standing on end. Before he quickly jumped up knocking Maz’s hand away and pulling his foot out from underneath him. Maz wasn’t expecting such a sudden change and the force of the movement caused him to fling forward and smash his nose into the table. A loud squeak left Maz’s lips as he fell to the floor, a light stream of crimson blood coming out from his nostrils.
Kent, looking mortified, helped him to his feet, he turned and gave an apologetic look to Dragontzin.
“I understand, go ahead and get him taken care of, there’s a med kit on the wall,” Dragontzin pointed towards a medical kit along the back wall behind the teacher’s desk.
Maz now on his feet began walking towards the back of the room, Kent leading the way, a small trickle of tears in his eyes. ‘Did look like it hurt,’ Dragontzin thought.
Maz began to tilt his head back, but Kent shook his head, “no don’t do that. The blood could go down your throat, we’ll be able to clean it up in a moment.”
He sat Maz down in the back and grabbed some tissues from the kit and covered Maz’s nose, having him tilt his head forward. “It looks like you also cut your forehead a bit,” Kent said with worry in his tone.
Dragontzin smiled before he left Kent to take care of Maz’s injuries, continuing to circulate around the Lab and looking for any students that required assistance. The last thing he witnessed before continuing his walk was Kent cleaning the blood off of Maz’s face with an alcoholic swab, while Maz gripped Kent’s hand in his own.
Maz could barely see the small cut behind his eyebrow, but the light ache that he still felt reminded him it was there. Finally at the house after the less than stellar day he had had, Maz was inspecting the damage that was done to his face after the lab table had done it’s number on it. He looked dejected at his reflection, ‘couldn’t have made it any worse’ he thought to himself.
Maz looked down at his middle, he had been wearing dark clothing in order to obfuscate it but his tummy was getting harder and harder to hide. He lifted up his black hoodie, and could feel a slight bounce as his belly caught onto it as he lifted it up. There it was, undeniably looking back at him, a small rounded stomach not at all similar to what he was used to.
“I need to do something soon,” he mumbled out loud.
Maz had been overweight as a child, and could still remember quite vividly being teased about his weight at school, only to come home and be teased by his older brother Vorax. He twisted his face at this as he was always so mad that Vorax, who was by no means a skinny dragon in his own right would still find the need to pick on Maz. By the time Maz was in middle school he had somewhat solved his problem by eating less, and less as time went on. There were a few days when he didn’t eat anything at all, something his parents put a stop to once he passed out of school, and they were investigated for possible neglect. To this day Maz sometimes wondered if his lack of eating during this time period was why he was so much shorter than the rest of the men in his family.
Maz shuddered at the unpleasant memory. Luckily as time went on Maz found he had somewhat of a talent for running and track, a talent that managed to get him a partial scholarship to college.
‘Not that it’s doing me any good now,’ Maz thought glumly. Not too long after school had begun Maz had quit the track team to focus on schoolwork. Since then the mix of lack of activity, energy drinks and simple overeating had taken a toll. While he wasn’t obese by any means, the near 50 extra lbs he had packed on in the past few months was worrisome. Worrisome and… maybe a little…
A spark of emotion flew through Maz, one that he always knew was there and tried to ignore. He scrunched his entire face up, and ran his fingers through his hair trying to push the errant thoughts out of his mind. Once the feeling had subsided he let go of his hair and put his glasses back on before solemnly stepping out of the bathroom.
Downstairs he could hear Tony’s loud voice coming from the kitchen where Kent was currently cooking dinner. Despite the two having very different personalities, when Tony wasn’t teasing everyone the two got along rather well.
Maz began to descend the stairs.
“I’ve never seen their team lose that badly,” Tony exclaimed with gusto, “I mean, these are the guys to beat! They were the ones that everyone was worried about.”
“Didn’t you say that half their team was missing,” Kent asked quizzically. Maz saw him empty a green jar of some kind into the skillet he had. Maz could see mushrooms, a meat of some kind, and something red. He looked over and next to the pan was a pot of boiling pasta. Kent tended to purchase whole grain which Maz didn’t mind so much, but he still liked regular pasta better.
“Yeah, it was really weird,” Tony admitted with a slight scowl, “and what’s even more odd was how badly the rest of their team got as the game went on.”
Kent nodded, “yeah I saw that.”
Tony looked puzzled, “wait… did you actually go to one of my games?”
“Don’t think too much into it, I didn’t have anything else to do,” Kent said in a flat monotone.
“Aww,” Tony said with a false bemusement, “when are you going to admit that you like me.”
“When the world is filled with nothing but pigs,” Kent said sharply with a razor thin smirk. Tony laughed, “you never know. I’m certain the other team will be pigging out tonight, I
could actually hear how hungry they were while on the court. Do you know how noisy a basketball court is when you're playing on one, and I could actually HEAR their stomachs growling! You think they’d know better than to skip eating before a match.”
As if on cue, Maz could hear a large gurgle coming from Tony. Tony looked down, a slight wave of embarrassment crossed his face but it was quickly covered up with his usual bravado.
“Speaking of when is that food going to be done, if you don’t finish soon I’ll have to eat my Pizza before dinner!”
“Pizza?” Kent said confused, “did you order a Pizza along with the pasta you’re going to be having?”
“Chill out, don’t worry about it you know that your meals don’t usually fill me up. I almost always have to have a snack or something,” Tony said waving off Kent’s objections.
“But a whole Pizza!?” Kent argued further. “There will be leftovers.”
The conversation basically ended there as Kent continued cooking, though with a bit more irritation than before.
Maz wasn’t certain if the emotion you hold onto when cooking actually influences the food's taste, but he definitely felt that their chicken farfalle with pesto was a bit more bitter than the dishes Kent usually cooked.
This didn’t seem to stop Tony though who ate his entire plate in what seemed to be one gulp before going back for another plate… and another… and another. Despite Kent’s seeming disinterest in the situation, Maz was certain that he was somewhat surprised when Tony had cleaned out the entire remaining pan, an amount of food that would have normally lasted them the rest of the week.
Maz was even more in shock when Tony’s Pizza finally arrived (almost two hours late, and cold) and Tony not only didn’t complain, but immediately started scarfing down a piece. Maz could see his bloated and bulging abdominals pressing against his tight tank top, how could he still be eating?
The thought, and image of Tony still eating after he should have been long since past full, stuck with Maz as he lay in bed before sleep finally took him. By the time he woke up in the morning, the thought had become a hazy dream, one that had all but completely vanished from memory. Maz didn’t even question when he saw the empty extra-large pizza box stacked right next to the kitchen trash can as he talked to Kent while sipping his energy drink the next morning.
Prologue ---> Chapter One
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Round ©:
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Tony ©:
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Mazaku © & Artwork:
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Prologue
Tony had no idea how long he had been staring at his computer screen but he was certain it was longer than he should be. Essay Topic: Describe the causes, actions during, and repercussions of the War of Pigs in 1859.
Tony’s eyes slightly glazed over as he looked at what he had written so far: “The War of Pig started in 1859.”
Tony sighed, “I hate history,” Tony grumbled. “What do I care if nations decided to start a squabble because some dumbass decided to shoot a pig that wasn’t his.” Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going to be getting any further on his report, Tony stood up and stretched his arms far above his head before absentmindedly kicking his desk chair away with his foot, allowing it to lazily roll away.
He lifted up the front of his white tank top, taking a sniff underneath it to see if he should take a shower. He didn’t smell anything rank, so he felt like he was pretty safe. Looking at himself in the mirror, he gave himself a moment to marvel at his own body. The brunette fox was proud of his temple of a body, a well-muscled structure with hardly any fat to speak of. He was unique amongst the other members of the basketball team not only due to his height but due to the sheer amount of muscle and size he had. While he wasn’t particularly good at shooting baskets he was quite good at dunking them, as well as being a shear wall when it came to blocking on the court. No one could get past him.
He had been working on building muscle since his junior year in high school, and now two years into college he was enjoying the results of his hard work. Any shirt he had pressed tight against his chest tapering down to his shredded core, and if one’s eyes were to wander lower (which they often did) they would feast upon his bulbous and muscular rump. Tony would often find others trying to undress him with their eyes, something he reveled in. He definitely enjoyed the attention that his physique gave him, as well as his ability to persuade others to get his way thanks to his body’s form.
Pulling himself out of his own indulgence, Tony slipped on a black and purple T-Shirt over his tank and started grabbing books for his microbiology class, along with his tan and burgundy gym bag. Stepping out into the hall, he let out a yell, “everyone about ready to go?”
The door at the end of the hall opened and the feline face of an ocelot peeked out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist and his fur still wet and matted with his spotted undercut hair sticking in just about every direction. His body was trim, and decently muscled but not quite as cut as Tony would have liked as he was holding onto just enough body fat that his abs were only barely visible, and even then could disappear depending on the time of day. His slightly tired eyes, normally cinnamon in color were now giving a slight emerald sheen that would come and go seemingly at random. He reached up and scratched his well-defined chest, definitely Tony’s favorite part when he got to see it, though he had learned the hard way that he wasn’t allowed to touch.
Spoilsport.
“We’ll head out in about 15,” he said with a half yawn.
“Awesome, thanks Kent!” Tony said giving the cat a lazy thumbs up. Just as quickly as it appeared the face zipped back into the room, and out of sight. Tony stepped across the hall to the only other bedroom on this floor.
“What about you Maz?” He said standing directly outside the door.
Tony waited about 15 seconds but when he didn’t hear anything from his other roommate’s bedroom. He placed his ear up against the door and when he didn’t hear any signs of movement he took it as permission to walk in.
A few pictures of a short but athletic looking dragon aligned a nearby end table that Tony, deftly maneuvered around while sneaking into the room. These pictures showed the dragon racing across a finish line after a marathon while another saw him winning second in a sprinting competition. The dragon had a runner’s build with well-toned legs and hardly any body fat. A slight difference to the dragon who was now before him.
The small, now slightly chubby dragon lay at his computer table, completely knocked out, a small puddle of drool beginning to pool around his mouth. With college came less free time, and therefore exercising had been put on the backburner. He was still mostly thin with his arms collecting a layer of fat and his legs while still retaining their overall shape were definitely less toned then they were in the picture. What definitely gave away the dragon’s increased weight was the undeniable small mound of pudge that had been caked onto his middle. He must have fallen asleep, working on some sort of project for whatever art class he was taking. Tony probably could have remembered the course if he cared to, but he really didn’t.
The opportunity was too good to pass up. Tony normally would have gone up behind the green dragon and either tousled his curly mop of hair, or jiggled his little jelly belly that he had gained as a souvenir of his first year in college. But that wasn’t on the schedule today, as Tony found the opportunity to do something a bit more devious. Tony brought his hand up above Maz’s face and estimated about how far away would work best for maximum impact. Two feet seemed about right.
Holding his hand with his palm facing Maz he carefully crouched down next to Maz and carefully screamed in his face, “MAZ WAKE UP! YOU GOTTA GO TO SCHOOL!!”
The dragon immediately jumped up, shocked by the sudden noise and letting out a loud squeak. In his haste he slammed his head into Tony’s hand with a loud THWAP before he rebounded and his head slammed back down onto the desk.
“OOOWWWWW,” Maz said, grasping at the side of his face that hit the desk. “That really hurt you dick!”
Tony snickered “hey, I did you a favor! We might have been late, and now you’re fully awake thanks to the pain! You should be thanking me, aren’t I thoughtful?”
Maz said nothing and just glared daggers at Tony, as he let out a hearty laugh, “Aww Maz, don’t look at me that way, you’ll hurt my feelings. All three of them.” Tony continued to laugh as he stepped out of the room, feeling Maz’s eye dig into the back of his skull as he walked out.
Feeling a slight growl in his stomach, Tony quickly flew down the stairs and effortlessly slid into the kitchen. Inside he opened the chrome-plated fridge and looked around for something to eat. Left-over chicken, carrots, okra… none of it looked appealing. With a slight grimace, Tony reached to the back of the fridge and pulled out a 2-liter bottle of milk. He eyed it and saw that it was still half full. “Good enough,” he said under his breath before bringing it up to his lips and quickly chugging it.
“Dude!” Came an annoyed voice from behind him.
Tony turned, a mildly ticked-off Kent looked up at him before his eyes darted back to his phone. Tony figured he must have seen him drinking the milk while in the middle of texting someone. “Have you heard of a glass?”
Tony smirked, taking a break from his milk chug. “Have you heard of, I don’t need glass because there won’t be any milk left.”
Kent tsked before devoting his full attention back to his phone, “enjoy that metabolism while you can. Cause once it’s gone, your love handles will be fertilized with that milk.”
This only encouraged Tony to drink harder and louder, to make sure he was being as obnoxious as possible, all while intentionally pushing out his belly to make a little pooch. After downing the bottle he lifted up his shirt, revealing his abs, and a peek of his meaty pecs to Kent while feigning concern. “Oh my, what will I do about my precious abs?” He dropped his shirt and gave the feline a shrug, “good thing they aren’t going anywhere.”
He walked over to the corner of the room, and grabbed a glass container. Inside was a pink cake covered in a snow white frosting. Kent had taken a seat at a bar stool, and was deep in focus with the messages on his phone. “You however,” Tony began with a grin, “are nearly 25, and despite your slowing metabolism I’m certain that you would love to have the rest of this wouldn’t you?”
The cake was from Tony’s birthday that had only passed a few days ago, and while he thought it was delicious, he knew that Kent had a horrible sweet tooth. He found that tempting Kent was the cake was more delicious than the cake could ever be. Kent looked at the cake then up at Tony with a mix of anger and desire, Tony was pretty sure the desire was for the cake but he wasn’t going to complain if it was towards him. “Go on, you can have it. I won’t mind.”
“I hate you,” Kent said standing from his stool and opening the cabinet for the pantry letting the door hit the wall. He pulled out a small bag filled with dried mango, quickly tearing into a piece the moment he had one in his hand. Despite the sharpness of his teeth the dried mango took a fair amount of force before it finally gave, tearing apart and allowing Kent to chew on the piece he had in his mouth. Kent’s eyes stared straight into Tony’s soul, sending a message that Tony could only translate to mean “fuck you.”
“Spoilsport,” Tony said with a slight frown, putting the container back into the corner.
“You’ll also be buying Maz some more milk,” Kent said flatly. Tony knew that that was not a request, but an order. One he wasn’t willing to argue about. He looked back and gave Kent his best sardonic smile before stepping out of the kitchen towards the front door.
“Whatever you say kitty cat,” Tony purred while stepping out onto the porch leaving Kent to chew on his mercilessly tough mango jerky.
Tony knew that he may have pushed the teasing a bit too far already, and it was best to give his roommates some space. It was fine though, as he was perfectly okay with waiting in the front yard until it was time for them all to pile into Kent’s car. Plus if he was lucky he would get a chance to catch a glimpse of… speak of the devil himself.
Nimbly prancing out the front door of the next house over was a slender and sleek fennec fox, a small backpack slung over his shoulder and a bike helmet hanging loosely in his hand. While he normally had a pure white coat, he seemed to be fond of dying it frequently (a monster task that Tony would never attempt.) Today he was dyed all pink excluding the digits on each of his fingers which when put together made a rainbow across his hands. He was also wearing a halter top, sleeveless half jacket, cowboy boots and a cut-off pair of denim short shorts. A little flamboyant for Tony’s taste, but he could dig it.
“Well, where are we off to today?” Tony said with an intentionally obnoxiously sexual timbre.
The fennec fox turned to him, “Oh, just off to class same as you, same as every other day.
Not that you would actually remember what that class is though.” A small coy smile curled upon the fox’s pointed face.
A brief thought flashed through Tony’s head ‘English Comp-2.’ He smiled and replied confidently, “nope, no idea at all would you like to come over sometime and remind me?”
The fox smiled, fiddling with the helmet in his hands, “well when you ask so nicely…” He strode elegantly towards Tony, intentionally crossing his legs in front of each other in an exaggerated motion. He got right up in front of Tony’s face, he could feel and smell his salty breath, “nope.” He slid his helmet on before taking several steps back with a wicked snicker.
This only made Tony smile more, “so I’ll see you at my basketball game tonight, right?”
The fox started his motorcycle, the engine purring to life, “I may see you there, but the only thing you’ll see of me is my backside-” he let off the brake and slowly rolled back out of the driveway, “-as I walk away.”
‘Oh I’ll definitely be seeing more of that backside,’ Tony thought, ‘but I doubt any walking will be involved.’ Tony was wise enough to not voice these thoughts, and simply kept his joking grin as the fox sped off, the fumes from his bike the only parting gift he left behind.
“You done?” a mildly annoyed voice came from behind him. Kent was standing by the car, Maz already piled into the front seat.
‘Little shit,’ Tony thought, Maz knew the backseat wasn’t big enough for Tony to stretch out adequately enough. He considered forcing him into the back, but he knew Kent would leave him behind if he tried.
“For now,” Tony replied with his usual cocksure smile. “Good, get your ass in the car,” Kent snapped.
With a wink, Tony crawled into the back of the car, his knees jutting into his chest. ‘I’ll get you back for this little derg, just you wait.’
Dragontzin continued his lecture to the class, watching over the attentive faces… and the ones glazed over eyes. Microbiology was not for everyone, he knew that but he was always appreciative when students at least tried to pay attention.
He could see Maz up front towards the front row, eagerly notating things down as quickly as possible. He smiled internally, cute kid. No chance at a job in a scientific profession, but at least he tries.
Next to him was Kent whose eyes were glazing in and out of consciousness. He actually had the chance, but Dragontzin was certain that if he ever attempted to he wouldn’t be great. He lacked the drive to succeed in a scientific course, he was far too artistically and socially driven. He did have somewhat of singular interest in virology that Dragontzin found shocking. He was unsure what sparked the interest but he was certain if an interest in viruses was all that was needed to succeed in a scientific profession he would have been amazing. ‘Good thing he is working towards a psychology degree.’
Towards the back of the class was Tony… openly sleeping. A frown formed on Dragontzin’s face. He’d be angrier if the fox weren’t keeping himself at a high C average.
Dragontzin felt a bump on the front of his belly, before he heard the tumbling of falling books. His observations of the class distracted him just enough to where he wasn’t paying enough attention to where he was walking, and he managed to knock a small pile of books off of his desk.
Dragontzin wouldn’t consider himself truly obese, but he did have a bit of heft to him, his maroon button down stretched across a large belly that showed that he enjoyed a good meal or two. He ruffled multicolored feathers along the back of his head with his lime green paws, before attempting to reach down to grab the books.
“Don’t worry sir, I’ve got it,” his assistant tan lion assistant quickly scurried over from his desk on the far side of the room. In stark contrast to Kalvin who was still managing to keep a hold of his slim and sleek physique.
“Thank you Kal, I appreciate it.” Dragontzin looked around the room while Kalvin began gathering the scattered books. Many eyes that were once glazed over were startled clear by the sudden sound of tumbling books. Even Tony’s eyes were open, though his groggy face belied his half-awake state.
“Well,” Dragontzin said, slightly embarrassed. “I guess we’ll go ahead and start lab a little early today, go ahead and head down the hall. I'll be there in a moment.”
The shuffling of books being packed, and feet moving filled the air. Tony stretched his arms out in the back of the glass before sauntering forward, he hadn’t even taken his book out in class. He walked up to the professor and groggily stated, “I’m going to have to skip the lab today, the basketball team is meeting up before the game.”
Dragontzin could smell that this was a lie, he sighed “fine, do what you must. We still have the test next week, and you’ll want to find some time to study your cultures.” With that he waved the fox off.
“You got it boss,” he said with a toothy grin, before immediately leaving the class.
Dragontzin could see Tony from the corner of his eye as he almost ran into a tall lean pony, whose major defining feature was his long golden mane. Dragontzin vaguely remembered seeing him
around, but he wasn’t in any of his classes. He could hear Tony’s voice slowly fading away, “hey there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. How would you li…”
Dragontzin rolled his eyes as Tony’s voice slowly faded away. He looked over at Kalvin who had finished pilling the books back onto his desk. They were in the wrong order, but he couldn’t have known that. “Let’s get over to the lab,” Dragontzin “we can’t have them looking at the cultures without supervision.”
Kalvin nodded and the two traveled down the hall of the science wing before reaching their biology lab. Most of the students had already gotten the microscopes out and were waiting to be provided their specimens. Dragontzin could see Kent standing in the back of the room on their industrial size scale, not quite what it was intended for. Kent frowned as he looked at the number on the scale. Despite the distance Dragontzin could quite clearly see the number, 174lb. Not an extremely high number, but obviously high enough that it was giving the feline a bit of trouble. He was at that age where the metabolism slows down, so he was sure that he was having harder times keeping extra weight off.
“All right everyone,” Dragontzin said while stepping towards the cooling unit in the back of the room. “Each one of you has been randomly assigned a dish. Each dish contains a microorganism of some kind. Your job before the test next week is to find out what kind of organism it is, and then further categorize it based on its shape and distinguishing features. If you get the exact name of the organism you will get extra points!”
The class slowly clambered to the back of the room, each one grabbing the dish assigned to them. Dragontzin watched as a female bunny, Jill, —he thought her name was— tilted her head while staring at the microscope, then back at her notes, and back at the microscope again. He frowned slightly, she shouldn’t be that confused, hers was a spirochaetes bacteria, they are the only kinds that have a snake-like appearance.
He looked back over at Kent who was now working beside Maz. Despite their age gap, the two worked well together, Kent looked disappointed at his own organism, Helicobacter pylori, a helical bacteria strain. Dragontzin doubted Kent knew the exact bacteria he received but he probably recognized it as bacteria.
Maz lightly pulled on Kent’s vest and said something to him. Kent looked in Maz’s microscope before nodding with a slight smile. Good, Maz was at least able to recognize a spirochaetes strain when he saw one. He and Jill had been given the same strain, and he was glad that at least one of them was able to verify the type on sight.
Maz looked down at his microscope and Kent suddenly froze, a flush of red reaching his face. Dragontzin knew something was wrong, but couldn’t see the cause immediately. Eventually, he noticed and chuckled at, what seemed to be the cause of Kent’s distress. Maz had accidentally put his hand on top of Kent’s and it looked like Kent didn’t know what to do. Despite his age, Kent seemed to be very awkward when dealing with such matters.
Luckily for Kent he didn’t have to deal with it for long as Dragontzin watched as Maz shifted his legs around to alter his weight… and stepped on the top of Kent’s knee high boots. Dragontzin could practically see a shiver of fur go up Kent’s spine, leaving it standing on end. Before he quickly jumped up knocking Maz’s hand away and pulling his foot out from underneath him. Maz wasn’t expecting such a sudden change and the force of the movement caused him to fling forward and smash his nose into the table. A loud squeak left Maz’s lips as he fell to the floor, a light stream of crimson blood coming out from his nostrils.
Kent, looking mortified, helped him to his feet, he turned and gave an apologetic look to Dragontzin.
“I understand, go ahead and get him taken care of, there’s a med kit on the wall,” Dragontzin pointed towards a medical kit along the back wall behind the teacher’s desk.
Maz now on his feet began walking towards the back of the room, Kent leading the way, a small trickle of tears in his eyes. ‘Did look like it hurt,’ Dragontzin thought.
Maz began to tilt his head back, but Kent shook his head, “no don’t do that. The blood could go down your throat, we’ll be able to clean it up in a moment.”
He sat Maz down in the back and grabbed some tissues from the kit and covered Maz’s nose, having him tilt his head forward. “It looks like you also cut your forehead a bit,” Kent said with worry in his tone.
Dragontzin smiled before he left Kent to take care of Maz’s injuries, continuing to circulate around the Lab and looking for any students that required assistance. The last thing he witnessed before continuing his walk was Kent cleaning the blood off of Maz’s face with an alcoholic swab, while Maz gripped Kent’s hand in his own.
Maz could barely see the small cut behind his eyebrow, but the light ache that he still felt reminded him it was there. Finally at the house after the less than stellar day he had had, Maz was inspecting the damage that was done to his face after the lab table had done it’s number on it. He looked dejected at his reflection, ‘couldn’t have made it any worse’ he thought to himself.
Maz looked down at his middle, he had been wearing dark clothing in order to obfuscate it but his tummy was getting harder and harder to hide. He lifted up his black hoodie, and could feel a slight bounce as his belly caught onto it as he lifted it up. There it was, undeniably looking back at him, a small rounded stomach not at all similar to what he was used to.
“I need to do something soon,” he mumbled out loud.
Maz had been overweight as a child, and could still remember quite vividly being teased about his weight at school, only to come home and be teased by his older brother Vorax. He twisted his face at this as he was always so mad that Vorax, who was by no means a skinny dragon in his own right would still find the need to pick on Maz. By the time Maz was in middle school he had somewhat solved his problem by eating less, and less as time went on. There were a few days when he didn’t eat anything at all, something his parents put a stop to once he passed out of school, and they were investigated for possible neglect. To this day Maz sometimes wondered if his lack of eating during this time period was why he was so much shorter than the rest of the men in his family.
Maz shuddered at the unpleasant memory. Luckily as time went on Maz found he had somewhat of a talent for running and track, a talent that managed to get him a partial scholarship to college.
‘Not that it’s doing me any good now,’ Maz thought glumly. Not too long after school had begun Maz had quit the track team to focus on schoolwork. Since then the mix of lack of activity, energy drinks and simple overeating had taken a toll. While he wasn’t obese by any means, the near 50 extra lbs he had packed on in the past few months was worrisome. Worrisome and… maybe a little…
A spark of emotion flew through Maz, one that he always knew was there and tried to ignore. He scrunched his entire face up, and ran his fingers through his hair trying to push the errant thoughts out of his mind. Once the feeling had subsided he let go of his hair and put his glasses back on before solemnly stepping out of the bathroom.
Downstairs he could hear Tony’s loud voice coming from the kitchen where Kent was currently cooking dinner. Despite the two having very different personalities, when Tony wasn’t teasing everyone the two got along rather well.
Maz began to descend the stairs.
“I’ve never seen their team lose that badly,” Tony exclaimed with gusto, “I mean, these are the guys to beat! They were the ones that everyone was worried about.”
“Didn’t you say that half their team was missing,” Kent asked quizzically. Maz saw him empty a green jar of some kind into the skillet he had. Maz could see mushrooms, a meat of some kind, and something red. He looked over and next to the pan was a pot of boiling pasta. Kent tended to purchase whole grain which Maz didn’t mind so much, but he still liked regular pasta better.
“Yeah, it was really weird,” Tony admitted with a slight scowl, “and what’s even more odd was how badly the rest of their team got as the game went on.”
Kent nodded, “yeah I saw that.”
Tony looked puzzled, “wait… did you actually go to one of my games?”
“Don’t think too much into it, I didn’t have anything else to do,” Kent said in a flat monotone.
“Aww,” Tony said with a false bemusement, “when are you going to admit that you like me.”
“When the world is filled with nothing but pigs,” Kent said sharply with a razor thin smirk. Tony laughed, “you never know. I’m certain the other team will be pigging out tonight, I
could actually hear how hungry they were while on the court. Do you know how noisy a basketball court is when you're playing on one, and I could actually HEAR their stomachs growling! You think they’d know better than to skip eating before a match.”
As if on cue, Maz could hear a large gurgle coming from Tony. Tony looked down, a slight wave of embarrassment crossed his face but it was quickly covered up with his usual bravado.
“Speaking of when is that food going to be done, if you don’t finish soon I’ll have to eat my Pizza before dinner!”
“Pizza?” Kent said confused, “did you order a Pizza along with the pasta you’re going to be having?”
“Chill out, don’t worry about it you know that your meals don’t usually fill me up. I almost always have to have a snack or something,” Tony said waving off Kent’s objections.
“But a whole Pizza!?” Kent argued further. “There will be leftovers.”
The conversation basically ended there as Kent continued cooking, though with a bit more irritation than before.
Maz wasn’t certain if the emotion you hold onto when cooking actually influences the food's taste, but he definitely felt that their chicken farfalle with pesto was a bit more bitter than the dishes Kent usually cooked.
This didn’t seem to stop Tony though who ate his entire plate in what seemed to be one gulp before going back for another plate… and another… and another. Despite Kent’s seeming disinterest in the situation, Maz was certain that he was somewhat surprised when Tony had cleaned out the entire remaining pan, an amount of food that would have normally lasted them the rest of the week.
Maz was even more in shock when Tony’s Pizza finally arrived (almost two hours late, and cold) and Tony not only didn’t complain, but immediately started scarfing down a piece. Maz could see his bloated and bulging abdominals pressing against his tight tank top, how could he still be eating?
The thought, and image of Tony still eating after he should have been long since past full, stuck with Maz as he lay in bed before sleep finally took him. By the time he woke up in the morning, the thought had become a hazy dream, one that had all but completely vanished from memory. Maz didn’t even question when he saw the empty extra-large pizza box stacked right next to the kitchen trash can as he talked to Kent while sipping his energy drink the next morning.
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Fattening virus? Oh god oh fuck my buttons are already being pushed maz why
Ooooooooh this is already an amazing start X3
I can't wait to see where this leads and what's gonna happen to all these characters <3
I can't wait to see where this leads and what's gonna happen to all these characters <3
So glad you are liking it so far! <3
Hopefully, you will like the future of it~
Hopefully, you will like the future of it~
This fattening virus is sure gonna turn our world upside down.
Ooo, already sounds quiet Interesting, I can't wait to see what happens next!
So glad you are interested! I hope you like the future of the story!
I'm just surprised to see a reference to the Pig War of 1859.
Man I'm sooooooooo excited for this!!!! You and your buddies always do fantastic work in these collaborations ♥️
I’m going to enjoy watching what happens to Tony. 😈
I can’t wait to see what other effects of the virus will do. I’ll have to study it further by observing the test subjects... I mean patients... 😅😈
You guys did an amazing job on this collab and I can’t wait for next chapter. I know you were a bit worried about how people would react to the topic of the story given the current situation. But by reading the comments I can tell it’s overall being well received. 😊
I can’t wait to see what other effects of the virus will do. I’ll have to study it further by observing the test subjects... I mean patients... 😅😈
You guys did an amazing job on this collab and I can’t wait for next chapter. I know you were a bit worried about how people would react to the topic of the story given the current situation. But by reading the comments I can tell it’s overall being well received. 😊
What's the mood of this series going to be compared to running from corpulence?
We decided not to make it too dark. We were planning at first but it'll be a little more neutral this time~
Gave this a quick glance, and while it's pretty good, I'm on the fence about how much I'd want to read through a story that involves a virus when I'm trying to stay away from one in real life.
Yeah, I know the trope of "Fattening virus spreading, and doing its thing" isn't anything new when it comes to fatfur stories, and I can chalk this up to bad timing on the writer's part, but I may have to wait some time before I can fully enjoy it without being unintentionally reminded about something else.
Keep up the great work, though! That goes for the artist and the writer (and whoever else is involved!)
Yeah, I know the trope of "Fattening virus spreading, and doing its thing" isn't anything new when it comes to fatfur stories, and I can chalk this up to bad timing on the writer's part, but I may have to wait some time before I can fully enjoy it without being unintentionally reminded about something else.
Keep up the great work, though! That goes for the artist and the writer (and whoever else is involved!)
I can understand that sentiment. While some works can take inspiration from real life things and events, not everyone will be able to fully enjoy the work because of something or other.
I am sorry if it reminds you of what is going on. That is not our intention and if it is something that makes you uncomfortable, this story will be here later for when you feel it is the right time to read it! All the best~
At the very least I'll wait for a few chapters to come out before really diving in to the story, I feel by then I should have enough to go on to see if it is worth waiting for the rest.
Like I said before, keep up the great work!
Like I said before, keep up the great work!
It has unfortunately been put on the back burner as of now as school has gotten really hectic. I really apologize for this and hope we can continue it soon.
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