For  taaru

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“BWAUWRRRRRRWARRRP!”

Whoops, that came out a little louder than he intended. Cephy could have apologized for the noisy outburst; in fact, he probably should, given the horrified faces of the other restaurant patrons. However, this shrimp pasta was simply to die for, and the panther could hardly squeeze out a quick “‘scuse me” before cramming another massive forkful into his equally massive face.

Honestly, it didn’t matter how the spotted feline ate: people were bound to gawk and stare at anyone who took up three seats!

The normally-bustling restaurant interior was mainly silent, save for the hushed whispers directed at the panther’s weight, not to mention said panther’s noisy eating habits. Most furs hardly even touched their food, too interested in watching Cephy devour his. Even the staff were paralyzed by his sheer size; a ferret waitress stared at the panther while refilling a fox’s coffee, not noticing the cup was overflowing around her fingers, forming a steamy brown puddle on the floor.

Cephy wasn’t oblivious; even while muzzle-deep in delicious pasta, he could practically feel the stares of the other furs being cast his way. Some had wide eyes, eagerly anticipating the panther to polish off yet another filling meal in minutes. Others had furrowed brows, clearly not approving such an act of public gluttony. In any case, the panther ate, pushing aside the now-empty plate to start dining on a large set of ribs instead. He wasn’t here to put up a show, or to convince anyone to change their opinions on plus-size furs; he was here to eat!

That much was very evident, given the rising number of platters on his table, requiring frequent visits from the staff to clear away lest they spill over! Entire families had been seated, given their meals, and left during the time it took the panther to finish just a portion of his feast; an impressive feat, given he was no slow eater. That wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy his food. The feline simply preferred to savor his current mouthful of food by immediately following it up with even more food. Can’t let the taste in his mouth go numb, can he?

And so, the big pather continued to binge on his incredible meal, unaware of the various stares he was being given, or at least pretending to be. What he was aware of was the tightening feeling in his stomach that only grew with every gulp. He was a glutton, not a magician; all that food had to be going somewhere. And that somewhere was letting out a few loud creaks; hopefully that was just his belt.

Alas, there was still food to be eaten. While he knew he had the option of boxing everything up for later, Cephy forced himself to continue his feast, even if he had to slow his feeding pace down to just ravenous. It wasn’t just his belt and stomach that were crying out in fear; his shirt, for example, struggled to contain so much panther. The buttons squeezed tightly into his taut stomach, with diamond-shaped gaps appearing near the lower buttons, exposing his charcoal-hued belly fluff. Cephy was considering leaning back to slide his stomach off the table, but he wasn’t sure he could do so without causing any clothing casualties, or at the very least without sending any plates toppling over!

At last, the last morsel vanished into his muzzle, and his shirt remained intact, remarkably! The panther didn’t even let out a sigh in fear of ruining that statement, and instead chose to slink back in his chair softly, his stomach still sitting on the table by a fair margin. Purring with pleasure, Cephy’s claws moved on their own to roam across his gargantuan gut, unable to even reach halfway towards the summit of mount pamf. God, his belly was sensitive, even through his skin-tight shirt, the feeling of his claws tracing along his middle was enough to give him goosebumps. This was such a small shirt; his flabby chins and cheeks practically engulfed the collar entirely, yet it was worth donning it just to feel how tight it had become. He let out another sigh through his nose, the big cat slowly closing his eyes. If only he wasn’t in public.

“Um...sir?”

Regrettably, Cephy’s personal massage was cut short when he heard the familiar exasperated voice of his waiter. Opening an eye, he looked up to see the dingo partially hidden behind the cat’s large stomach. “Yes?”

“Were the meals to your liking?”

“Meals?” Cephy raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was just the first course!”

“I…” The dingo looked genuinely uncomfortable as he tugged at his uniform’s collar. “No, sir. Those were all separate meals you ordered, 12 of them, in fact. If you-”

“I-I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” The panther sighed. Of course he knew; he was the one who read off the entire menu to this dingo! His round ears flicked as he heard a few murmurers from the other restaurant goers; no doubt, they were curious how many servings the glutton ordered.

“Oh… well then. Would you...are you interested to see our dessert menu?” The dingo bit his lip as he spoke, no doubt only asking as per his job requirements.

“Dessert...hmmmf.” Unfortunately, the feline was just too stuffed; any more and he’d have to be rolled out. Besides, the poor dingo looked ready to collapse after ferrying so much food to the greedy cat. Sadly, the panther shook his head, his cheeks wobbling about. “I’ll have to pass, unfortunately.” He sighed.

Oh, he shouldn’t have sighed.

Two loud pinging sounds, one right after another, followed by a feeling of immediate relief along his lower belly, signaled that the big cat made a big mistake! Eyes wide open, Cephy watched with horror as the dingo dropped the empty platter to nurse a bruise forming on the bridge of his snout! Even worse, at the table directly behind the dingo, he noticed one of his shirt buttons actually lodge itself into one of the astonished customer’s meal! Shoot, he knew his shirt buttons were tight, but he didn’t expect a deep breath to turn them into ballistic missiles!

The panther’s grapefruit-sized cheeks flushed slightly; as if he wasn’t already the center of attention! His stomach somehow looked even larger with two less buttons to restrain it, sticking outwards a solid 3 inches further than before. He was a biiiiiig pamf...but with less clothes clinging to his stomach, the feline noticed he wasn’t as stuffed as he previously thought. “Actually, on second thought, I’d like to see the dessert menu, if you don’t mind.”