So, this is the first time I've ever done this, but  Rynoka_Starvale was kind enough to commission a follow-up picture from that Fortnite picture I did! I'm really darn happy with how this one turned out - thank you again for commissioning me, man! This was a lot of fun to work with, especially since I already had a good idea of what I was doing from the first picture. I hope all you folks enjoy!

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"Ooouuurraappp - NO! You're doing it all - hic - wrong, you foxy fatass!" Hybrid's flab-caked face jiggled furiously as he shouted at the TV Screen, his temper flaring as he watched the fattened Fennix fail spectacularly at the game. Still, his fury was not enough to stop Hybrid from shoveling another loaded pizza slice or two into his gluttonous maw, the strange, enhanced food causing his supple form to bloat out further ever so slightly... All part of the allure of that new pizza place - ever since that place came to town, their growth had accelerated to a ridiculous degree. It was awfully nice of the owner to keep giving them special promotions on top of that! Still, the food was not enough to distract the lizard from his friend's tremendous failings. He fell backward into the solid, soft wall of grey fat behind him, feeling utterly defeated as the gurgles and sloshes of the overstretched werewolf hide softly flowing through his ears.

Fennix barked back at Hybrid, saying, "I know, I know - but yelling at me won't make this any better! It's hard to do this with such fat - urp - fingers!" The gelatinous fox said as he quickly shoveled another triple-chocolate donut into his chubby cheeks, which was quickly followed by a light snack of three large, deep-fried twinkies.

Hybrid growled between the bites of his grease-soaked fries, saying, "I swear... if you screw up level 2,999 again, I will strangle you with my bare claws, lard-brain!"

"Hah, fat chance! Like your weak little arms can even reach past my belly, wide-load!" Fennix said as he stared at the screen intensely, his fingers moving with vigor uncharacteristic of such a heavy creature.

"Well, since my legs are actually semi-functional, I'll just have to pounce on you and smother you with all this instead!" The lizard said, gripping his proverbial lake of scaly belly fat, jiggling it threateningly in the direction of the blimp-like fox.

These three once-legendary warriors had not simply let themselves go - let implies that this was unintentional - nothing but a simple, ignorant mistake! No... the truth was, they wanted to be bigger - nay, they needed to be bigger. And bigger they became - while they had once been merely obese, now, these three had gone far, far past the point of morbid obesity! At this point, their legs were essentially useless, the trunk-like appendages having been long since buried under layer after layer of fat. But still, they ordered, and ordered, and ate, and ate, and ate. What could they say? Their payments from their old ways would last them four lifetimes, even with their expanding appetites. And besides - seeing the looks on all the faces of those delivery guys as they walked in was truly priceless! But that wasn't to say there wasn't a winner in this bizarre sort of contest - the true trophy of gluttony belongs to the ludicrously wide werewolf, who's expansive rump had firmly flattened their triple-reinforced couch.

While a thinner, less ambitious man would have maybe done something at that point, or at the very least moved from the couch, the werewolf stayed firmly planted just where he was - after all, it wasn't easy to fully push his flabby, foxy companion onto the ground! So, in a way, the torn, destroyed couch stood as yet another testament to his monstrous, ever-expanding appetite. And, he had to admit, serving as a pillow for his similarily bloated, yet significantly smaller friends wasn't the worst fate in the world. After all - it's not like their warm, supple flab wasn't soothing against his engorged form either. Dire idly tossed yet another quadruple-stacked, all-the-fixings cheeseburger into his bloated, flabby mouth, his flab-caked muscles becoming dexterous in that regard. A wicked smirk appeared on his fattened face, as he glanced at his last triple-calorie, quadruple-carbonated cherry cola lying on his hairy, expansive chest.

"Hey, lizard-butt, why don't you lay off him a bit? After all, I think he could use a little encouragement..." Dire said, chugging down the volatile drink in one fell swoop, his stomach bubbling profusely as he leaned over towards the fox as best as he could...

The wolf's belly, and then his cheeks swelled even further, before deflating slightly, every ounce of flab on him bouncing too and fro as let loose the loudest, proudest burp to ever come from his maw.

"BouuuaaaarrRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

The sheer force of the belch was enough to rattle the walls, the strange, carbonated drink mixing well with the galloons and galloons of liquified junk food in the wolf's expansive, lard-caked belly. And almost all of the force went straight into Fennix's ears. The fox's eyes practically rattled in his skull, his entire being shaking from the reverberation, as the controller fell out of his hands, and bounced straight between the flab crease between the fox and his scaly friend. And thus, the game was lost - and now, they'd have to do the whole damn level over again.

Steam practically shot out Hybrid's earholes as he screeched, all sense of reason lost - the fifth loss was too much for him. And thus, he made due on his promise, his lardy form surprisingly springing from his spot, and straight onto the fox's gut. Fennix put up a good fight, the two blimps tumbling around as they tossed each other back and forth as best as they could in a profanity-filled fit. Their house - all their furniture - shaking as they slammed from wall to wall, and occasionally, into Dire's ocean of flab. The gluttonous werewolf reclined backward, biting down on another overloaded slice of pizza, his work coming to fruition. He chuckled and moaned ever so slightly - whenever they collided with his belly, it was practically heaven for the wolf. It was like a swift, powerful massage from a two-ton pillow.

The werewolf looked up from the flabby chaos and closed his eyes, smiling and saying, "Ahhh... now this is the life..."