"Sure, I can loose this gut whenever I want to!"

He looked pretty confident, so I didn't dare to doubt about his daring comment. I did however accept it as a bet. After all, he wasn't the most active guy I had met. Of course he wasn't downright obese, but, come on, that was a clear paunch that would give at least some trouble to anybody who wanted to shed some pounds, let alone himself. So yeah, I took the bet. In case he won, I would figure my way out in three months. I had never seen him do any physical activity before, and his body was a clear proof of it... Who am I kidding, I was probably bound to win the bet... But there was still a slight chance...

That dragon probably had no idea of how to lose weight in the first place, so he would most likely keep that pot-belly three months from now. Said this, I shook the green, half-feathered-half-scaled dragon paw, finished my drink and exited the bar. I was not going to think about this anymore...
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I had not heard about my fellow dragon partner ever since we made the bet. To be perfectly honest, I was beginning to worry a bit about the bet. After all, everybody told me that he had not left his house in a full month, or even more. And there were several other furs who had seen mor than one delivery of muscle building supplements. I was worried. As much as I disregarded the rumors, each time I heard them, they became more and more plausible. What if I lost? What if that dragon actually had lost his pudge and become a big, beefed fellow? Would he make me pay for every time I made fun of his complexion?

Each day, the bet sounded less of a good idea and more of a sentence of death. And each day I was more and more scared...
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I was standing outside of the bar, too scared to cross the door and accept my fate. The commotion inside the establishment was evident: shouts, laughters and occasional whistles could be heard from blocks away. The day had come and I regretted every second and every word. I was going to be beat up by a buff dragon, and there was nothing I could do. I wouldn't run away all my life. I was not like that.

So, somehow, driven, perhaps, by the same force that led me to accept the bet, I crossed the street and stepped into the bar. My eyes took a while to get used to the shady interior. I walked, with my head hanging low and my eyes fixed in the wooden floor, all the way to my usual seat right next to the bartender, who stared blankly at me. The place went silent, as if they were expecting something to happen. I turned around slowly and focused my sight in the very booth were our bet was made. He was there. I couldn't see him directly, I was only able to tell it was him by his flashy red and orange feathers. Everybody began to step aside, leaving a clear space between him and me. I stepped forward and he stood up, slowly turning around to face me, and with a toothy grin and a slice of pizza hanging from each of his paws, he happily confirmed what my eyes thought impossible.

"See? That pot belly is now lost under a pile of fat..."

That was the last thing I heard before I fainted.
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So I sketched this in a new app called Procreate. It is really nice, but I still need lots of practice to fully understand how it works. For now I just made a quick before & after doodle of Tzin, and added a random small backstory, right before I leave for Winter Break. I hope you like it. I wanted to make a better version of this sketch since I really liked how it came out, but I'm embarrassingly lazy, a d this was the best I could manage.

Happy holidays and best wishes to everyfur... Enjoy!