Rex grabs a bite with some old friends. This is a bit back in ~the timeline~, so he's merely very fat and still just a teensy bit bashful. c:

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"Oh damn, they look incredible." Rex stared across the small diner. "Look at that! You can see the grease dripping off them from here." The rotund fox thought drool might actually leak from the sides of his muzzle.

All the walking around he'd been doing screwing around in the city with his friends had worked up an appetite. Granted, according to him, so did standing, thinking, sleeping and, at least according to one of his frequent quips, eating.

Pan laughed. "I swear man, you talk about burgers like Mack talks about girls. And if there's one nearby, it's like it's all you can think about. The room goes still."

Mack glared at him. "I think about other stuff!" The lithe, athletic cheetah crossed his arms with an exaggerated grumpy noise.

"Girls in cars?" Pan guessed wryly. The short, scrawny goat chortled at his own joke, making a slightly grating sound.

"I can talk about boys like that if you want," Rex said with a lascivious smile. His second chin formed an extra smile, a crease in his plush white fur. "But I think you'd rather I keep it to burgers. Unless you're into that kind of stuff now."

"Hmm, I dunno, sounds kinda gay," Pan joked. The goat not the straightest himself, often calling himself "equal opportunity," though he didn't exactly share Rex's taste in men and wasn't too interested in hearing him wax poetic over the latest hefty guy to catch his eye.

Rex sighed dramatically. "That's the idea. But every cute boy I meet is straight. At least a greasy burger isn't complicated and I know what to do with it." He put a paw atop his round, full belly and gave it a gentle rub.

Though his figure was on the more round, less soft side of fat, the protruding globe of cream-colored fur had some jiggle to it, at least down to where it was pressed tightly against the table. He hadn't needed to struggle to squeeze himself into these booths last time he was here, but it was a tight fit today, something he'd been running into more and more as he started to exceed the limits of the term "full-bodied." Though not quite scandalously large yet at four hundred and change, he could turn heads and was easily the biggest fur in the room at practically all times.

It was a bit of an open secret that Rex was proud of his weight. Since high school, he'd grown quite a bit in confidence and, especially recently, in size. His fat jokes didn't come with an air of self-deprecation, and even if he sometimes feigned offense when he was teased, his wagging tail gave the game away.
Eyeing the fox's big gut, Pan deadpanned, "You and your stomach do have a... generous relationship. Leagues ahead of Mack and girls."

"Hey!"

Their server reached the table. The large silver platter with two thick, extra greasy double-decker bacon-loaded cheeseburgers and a heaping of cheese-slathered fries filling the rest of the surface area landed in front of Rex, followed by his large chocolate milkshake. The paper under his food was already a little soggy with grease. More modest portions for the others followed.

The tubby fox rubbed his paws together eagerly, then wrapped them around a burger and brought it directly to his muzzle, sinking his sharp teeth right in. "Mmmf..." he grunted, tearing off as much as he could and chewing slowly, letting it melt in his mouth. "Perfect... It's heaven in a bun," he said through a stuffed-full muzzle. The big fox viewed table manners as more of a suggestion, to his friends' irritation. Bacon grease and meat juices intermingled on the outside of his muzzle, but he just went for another chomp, not caring. His stomach burbled appreciatively.

"So, how'd you guys like urban exploration?" Pan asked, ignoring the sight of one extra-large fox making out with a burger too big for his paws. They had just come from an adventure exploring an abandoned office building in a part of town that had seen better days, their first time trying it.

"Aw, man, that was so cool!" Mack said. "Awesome idea, dude. I felt a little badass laughing at the no trespassing signs, not gonna lie."

Rex nodded, swallowing a muzzleful. "Yeah, I'd do that again sometime. Never seen such a big place so empty before."

"Besides your stomach after a couple hours away from food, according to you," Pan teased.

Unfazed, Rex tore off another bite of burger. "Bit of a reach, but good try," he said. Plump, jowly fox jaws snapped and slurped. His figure-dominating belly was squished up against the table, plumping out to the sides. His arms partly rested on the bulging curve of his gut even while he ate.

"The best part was easily the weird occult shit in the crawlspace. Like, also what the fuck, but so cool." Mack gave Pan a conspiratorial look.

"I know you guys are just making up the cool stuff in the crawlspace to mess with me because I wouldn't go in," Rex said matter-of-factly.

"You say 'wouldn't' like you decided not to," Pan said, snickering. "Conveniently leaving out the part where it was because your fat ass definitely would've gotten stuck, if you could even squeeze all this fox lard in there to begin with." The goat reached over and patted Rex's belly.

"Urp! Don't make me sit on you, scrawny. I'll do it." The hefty fox wore a sinister expression.

"Yeesh, you're getting bigger for sure," said the goat, pulling his paw back. "Guess it'd be weird if you weren't the way you've been eating lately, but dang, that's pretty noticeable."

The three friends bantered their way through the meal. Rex was a rapid-fire eater once he got going, downing handfuls of fries and mawfuls of burger with the bare minimum in chewing as he had his greedy paws out for the next bite as soon as the last made it to his muzzle. Of course, he always stopped when he saw the opportunity for a joke or some friendly ribbing. As usual, the cycle of gulping, panting, and gulping again left juices streaking the fox's double chin. He burped freely and often, though fortunately not too loudly, without more than a hint of embarrassment.

Eventually, Rex's plate was clean, not a fry in sight. The very plump fox licked his chops. Hardly wasting a moment, he seized his milkshake, which he tried to guzzle in a single go, but had to stop with a brain freeze. The gluttonous fox took the opportunity to flag down a server. He winced a little as his upraised arm pulled against the tightening orb of fox belly pressing less than comfortably against the table. Mack rolled his eyes at the incoming display. "At least don't do anything gross like last time..." he muttered.

He decided he could handle being nice to someone who was bringing him food. "Could I get some apple pie?" the fox asked with uncharacteristic politeness. He even dabbed at his chins with a napkin, proving that he knew what napkins were for after all.

"Sure, honey," she said. She was as matronly as any diner server could hope to be. "I'll pick out the thickest slice for you." The visible bit of Rex's tail swished. The pie was delivered from the counter in no time. He held in a burp until the moment she was gone.

The fox was starting to feel pretty bloated. His sloppy and excessive eating had made him full both of food and hot air. But he wasn't about to let that stop him, digging his fork into the big slice and snapping up each bite between vulpine jaws. Still, the fox's more-than-hearty appetite had limits, and he found himself groaning and wincing after too big a bite. His gurgling belly was packed tight, and the tight fit in the booth didn't help matters.

"Dude, like, you can stop," Mack said. "You know that, right? There's no prize for finishing."

"Sure there is," said the fox a little weakly. "Pride. A full belly. And, mostly, the look on your face. UURP!" For all his discomfort, the fox managed to grin.

"You're lucky I like you so much," said the cheetah. "You're gross."

"You know him, Mack. Nobody gets between this greedy bastard and every last crumb, even if his order was ridiculous and he ends up bitching about his tummy hurting for an hour," Pan chimed in. "Remember that time you grabbed a slice off his giant pizza without asking?"

"Oh, don't remind me," answered the cheetah.

"At least you learned your lesson!" Rex said with mock imperiousness. Rex scooped up the last few bites and gobbled them down before he could think twice about it. Stuffed and fending off nausea, he let out a big, happy sigh. His tail could barely wag, stuffed under his ass as it was, but it tried to. That had been a good pig-out, and he felt satisfied and pleased with himself. "So who's paying?" he asked brightly.

"Ya know, this taking turns paying thing kinda isn't fair," Mack said, begrudgingly getting out his card. "You eat a lot more than both of us put together, fatso."

"Oh, don't be a whiner, dude," the tubby fox said. He burped without turning away in the least, hot, greasy air cascading toward the cheetah's face. The latter wrinkled his nose in annoyance. "I'm more fun than both of you put together, too. Worth every penny."

They did like being around the fox enough to put up with his habits. At least outside of mealtimes, he embodied "tons of fun." The bad part was, he knew it.

In short order, the bill was paid and the cheetah and goat had vacated their side of the booth. Then, Rex tried to slide out. Tried.

The fox looked down and saw that his white-furred belly was wedged against the table. It was pressed well into him; his belly wasn't too soft, as his figure was relatively tightly packed and round, but what give it did have from more loose blubber was already represented in how deep the table pressed. His bulk engulfed the area around the bit of table, making it hard to see. He wiggled one way, then the other, and tried to lower himself get his girth under the low table, but to no avail.

"Oh," said the fox.

His friends looked back to see that Rex was still sitting. "What," said Mack. "Too full to stand, greedy fox? Come on, let's go."

The greedy fox wiggled again. Finally embarrassed about something, he begrudgingly said, "I think I'm stuck, you guys." Still, his tail tried to wag, wedged as it was between him and the booth.

"Very funny," said Mack. "I'm not falling for it. Let's go, Pan."

"Not a prank," said Rex. "That does sound like me, though." He shifted again, more forcefully, but only managed to jiggle his flabby sides and make a face like he was in pain. "Hwuurp! See, I woulda saved that for your face."

"Oh for fuck's sake," said Pan.

The waitress stopped at their table, seeing a bit of commotion. "Something the matter, hun?" she asked. "Oh, I see. Don't worry, honey. This has happened before." She grabbed a pat of butter from a neighboring table. "Try this. And sit at the bar next time, okay?" She walked away, untroubled and humming to herself.

Blushing just a little, the fox rubbed it around as close to the problem area as he could get while his friends looked on, both concerned and grumpy. For the moment, they didn't badger him and offered suggestions. After a bit more fidgeting and time, he slipped free suddenly, turning hard to the side. Though his gut did still filled much of the area between bench and table at this angle, too, he was more front-loaded than wide, and this gave him the space he needed to get out. Wanting to escape as quickly as possible, the big fox quickly tossed some extra tip cash on the table and headed outside.
Of course, the teasing started up again immediately. The laughter Pan had been holding in burst out as Rex half-waddled out the door, gingerly rubbing the still-tender area and trying to get the butter out of his fur. "Dude," Pan managed between laughs. Mack just gave him a look that said it all. Then a barrage of commentary came from both of them.

"I didn't even know that was actually possible!"

"The beast! The absolute beast!"

"The bottomless fox meets his match: furniture!"

"God you looked so ridiculous rubbing butter on your fur. Ugh, why didn't I take a picture?"

Rex was back to his usual self and took the jabs in stride. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're just jealous you're not this cute."

The others guffawed.

The hubbub eventually died down as they moved on and reached the car.

"So, what next? The barcade?" asked Pan.

"I gotta pay *and* designated drive?" Mack complained.

"Hell yes. A drink would really hit the spot," said Rex. "And hey, after that, there's this all you can eat deal at the burrito place on 8th..." Of course, this upset the chorus.

"Didn't you want to go get your ear pierced today?"

"Are you seriously already thinking about food after that?"

"You think I'm getting in a car with you after all you can eat burritos?"

"Oh, simmer down," Rex said. "Yes, yes and yes. We'll have fun, there's enough time, don't worry about it."

They started opening the doors of Mack's car, a nicer ride than he could really afford. Feeling a glorping disturbance in his middle, Rex opened his vulpine muzzle wide and let out a loud, satisfying burp that echoed around the parking lot.

"Oh shut up already, we get it," said Pan.

The tubby fox crossed his arms atop his bloated midsection. "You know, someday I'm gonna get some friends who respect a good burp," he said in mock annoyance.

"You're gonna have to still be able to walk in a couple years to meet new friends," Pan snarked.

"Very funny. I'm barely even 400 pounds, shut up."

The goat made an incredulous face. "Okay, first of all, weigh yourself. You've been saying that for months and you've been blowing up the whole time, you fat oaf. Your gut alone is like, the size of me. And we just literally had to grease you out of a booth you ate your way to getting stuck in. If that's not at least 450, I'm a giraffe."

The fox blushed a little and looked down at his belly. Its great curve had long since obscured his footpaws, but he could barely even see the wheel in front of him. "I have been eating like crazy lately..." He gave his rounder middle a squish. Thinking back, he knew Pan had to be right. He decided to replace his broken scale with one that could handle a fur of girth; he wanted to know. Despite a shade of embarrassment, the fox looked happy, too.

"Oh, don't pretend you don't like it. And second of all get in the car, if you still can. I'm going to kick your fat ass at drunk Pac-Man."

"Like hell you are."