A continuation of this

Chance groaned as he waddled his way to the couch and sank his wide rear end down on his half of the sofa, feeling the furniture give a bit under his weight. He unbuckled and unzipped his flight suit, letting his ponderous belly bulge outward like a furry yellow marshmallow, dominating his lap and then some. He sighed in relief, rubbing over that soft dome. "Well, that went better than expected, right?"

"Better than expected?" sputtered Jake as he waddled over, struggling with his own uniform. It bulged and stretched uncomfortably around his obese frame despite his own huge belly being exposed by the mostly busted zipper. "Chance, that was practically a disaster! My flight suit practically -exploded-, and my stomach launched a half-dozen missiles at city hall! If we hadn't managed to shoot them down first..."

Chance smiled a bit, especially when the creeplings ran into the room to greet them, gently stroking the horns of the one that hopped up onto the couch to hug his middle. "But hey, we did, so no harm done, right? Besides, I told you that suit was going to be too small for you. Maybe we should just let it all hang out from now on..."

Jake continued to struggle, to stuff his gut back into the suit, but it was no use. The more he tried, the further down the zipper went, until his belly spilled out completely over his thick thighs, wobbling sluggishly in a way that made Chance kind of want to reach out and knead it until Jake purred like a fat fluffy thundercloud. Jake just blushed. "Th-the point is that this wouldn't have happened if we weren't eating so much! The creeplings keep bringing us food, and we keep eating it! We getting bigger than Mayor Manx! We can't be the Swat Kats without our uniforms. I'm putting my foot down! We're going on a diet!"

Chance continued to pet the potbellied little creepling, munching down on a bag of potato chips that was within reach. "Are we gonna start this diet before or after you finish your Cat-tucky Fried Chicken and Dom-meow's?"

Jake blinked, looking down at the greasy drumstick that he held in one hand, and the half-eaten pizza slice he held in the other. The creeplings happily held the bucket and box close, the smells wafting into his nose, making his eyes glaze over under his helmet. He stuffed the rest of the pizza slice into his mouth, talking around it. "Mmph~ W-We'll start tomorrow! And I'm going to need to borrow one of the suits in your size..."

"Jake, that suit -was- in my size."