A commission from  DulyNoted of my favorite gargoyle putting on some weight! I even made a small little ficlet to go with it! A little rough since this is the first time writing in a while...

BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!!!

That was the sound of the expulsion of gas from an elderly gargoyle that had finished another hearty meal. Mixed with the sounds of a television running in the background and heavy breathing, Hudson could barely keep his eyes open as he stared blankly at the ceiling. What was once enthusiasm over another meal turned into regret over adding to what was becoming a problem; the problem being his expanding waistline.

“Jalapeno, what have I done to myself…” Hudson sighed as he attempted to sit himself upright to move away from the table. Something that was becoming more and more difficult due to how swollen his middle was becoming. After several attempts, he leaned back into his seat (which creaked ominously) to catch his breath. It was becoming more of a workout just to walk around these days.

It didn’t seem long ago that Hudson had broken a wing during a surveillance mission gone wrong, resulting in the old gargoyle having to be grounded for a while. Even with the sun healing him, it was becoming more and more of a liability to have him flying around. Thus he made the conscious decision to stay at their lair in the clock tower for his own safety. Of course, an old man gets bored just watching television all day (or all night in this case), so he decided to fiddle around with the technology of the modern world, per Lexington’s suggestion. This led him to contacting a food delivery service and trying out their services. Needless to say, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life.

Normally, Hudson would be much more responsible about his diet; but with not much to do and curiosity getting the best of him, he decided to indulge in his vices for once. He could always work it off later, right?

Well, days became weeks, weeks became months, and eventually he began to suffer the consequences. Day by day, his belt was becoming tighter and it was becoming harder to suck it in just to hide his hedonism from his clan mates. Not that it was difficult for everyone else to notice. Aside from Broadway, there weren’t a whole lot of gargoyles who were actively gaining weight. He always kept saying that he would lose the weight and kept making half-hearted promises to eat better, but the fact that he had grown to no longer see his own feet told the story of how those promises were kept.

After wallowing in his self-loathing for long enough, he attempted to get up one more time. This time, he was successful, although just barely. He didn’t so much as walk anymore, as much as he waddled. As he took each strained step, his gut sloshed and swayed a bit, churning the partially digested dinner he had consumed. He could feel his belly bubble up something from within as he got closer to his couch, which revealed itself once he sat down.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!!

The belch echoed throughout the lair as he sank into the soft leather. He reflexively grabbed the remote to change the channel, only to be caught off-guard by his mountainous stomach which blocked his view. He sighed as he resigned himself to his apparent fate.

“I’m just going to get bigger, aren’t I?”