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There was a loud CRASH of metal from across the hall from his room. Jolly peered toward the sound cautiously and saw a massive stud working on a gruesome set of deadlifts. He wore nothing on his chiseled torso and loose basketball shorts that barely fit around his ample rear. He was covered in sweat, each breath revealing his rock-hard abs. All of the heavy weight he was lifting craned his back forwards. His eyes were focused and faced toward himself in a mirror that spread from ceiling to floor. The stallion grabbed a massive jug of water and began draining it as if he hadn’t had water in days. His oily hair stuck to his wide back as he rested for only a minute, returning to the grind once again with a smile.
Jolly’s face was covered with peanut butter and jelly and his belly was distended from the heavy meal just minutes ago. He blushed. How could someone be so big? The amount of effort that went into the mountain of muscle made Jolly shiver. This is who he was working with?! He tried to suck in his gut as much as possible and straighten his back before entering. The horse turned with a charismatic smile that was made for the cameras. His cheekbones were sharp and his teeth glistened in the light. His brown eyes quickly turned from serious to welcoming. He even held out his arms in a hugging motion as he said in a deep, smoky growl, “Welcome! You must be Jolly. My name is Grog. I’m sure that we’ll get along - I don’t bite. Much. Hehe.”
Immediately, Jolly’s fear went away. Somehow, this behemoth of a man was so large but non-threatening. The bright smile told Jolly that he was beyond happy. This was a man that needed very little to get by. It was hesitant at first, but Jolly opened his arms for the bro hug and sank into the musclehead’s body.
“What the -”
Grog suddenly went into a squat, wrapped his thick arms underneath Jolly’s overfilled muffin top. Without warning, he lifted him from the floor. Six inches, seven inches; ten, a foot, foot and a half… Jolly watched the ground leave his feet as the great hunk of a man lifted him far above his head. The panda squirmed a bit as his jolly belly pressed against Grog’s long snout. Was he going to hurt himself?! Looking down, Jolly saw the horse’s biceps bulging with raw strength as he held all 300 of his pounds in the air, just as easy as one of his starting routines. Grog’s voice barely struggled as he said, “Ah! This’ll be a pretty difficult contest, won’t it? You’re barely heavier than my mother, and she likes her fair share of pies.”
Jolly was too flabbergasted to retort. The workhorse gently placed him back on the ground and clapped his hands together to pump himself up. Jolly jumped as he saw Grog’s hand dash through the air as fast as a bullet and press into his belly. He then gave the panda’s gut a quick jostle as if that had been a common occurrence he had between others and stood back with a wide smile. He examined Jolly with a frown. “We need you to fatten up, big guy. I can lift so much more.”
The wider than the two shook his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Grog eyed Jolly with a sense of bewilderment. He asked, “Don’t you know what the final game is? Have you ever watched this show before?”
“Can’t say I have.”
The horse crossed his tremendous arms over his chest and gave a cheery smile. “Well, I’m not exactly sure what they will put us through in the games, but I do know what the last game will be. It is the same every single time. I will have to deadlift you.”
“Deadlift me?”
Grog bowed and showed Jolly the bar next to him. It read 500 lbs. “This is a deadlift.” He scrambled over to the weight, squatted, and effortlessly brought the bar above his head. His thighs bulged underneath his basketball shorts. His form was perfect, swift, and methodical. As the bar lifted over his head, he let go of it, and Jolly jumped as all of that weight came crashing down behind him just inches away from his head.
“You’re going to do that to me?!” Jolly gasped, wondering how the impact against the ground would be.
“Sure am, big guy.” Grog procured a finger and jettisoned it into Jolly’s stomach. “Unless you bulk up and stop me. I’d love to see that belly of yours fatten up, personally. You look a little skinny for my taste. I’m sure the fall will be well-padded by the time I’m done with you.”
Jolly’s heart raced. This was so sudden and so taboo! A fit, structured person was telling him to get fat. It seemed so backward! All those long hours of weight lifting compared to his lounging and eating. How could someone like that even think to encourage his lifestyle? Or was he more on the competitive side of things? Perhaps he just wanted a good challenge. He wanted him to fatten up just so that he could show off. Jolly glanced up and down at the hunk of a man and gulped. The way he was eyeing back at him told him other stories. Grog peered down towards his belly with a curious, mindless… and hungry gaze. Jolly watched Grog’s hands curl, trying to keep himself from feeling more of his body.
No, this meat sack loved a hefty creature. Jolly straightened his button-down shirt and tried to hide his body behind his jacket. Grog snickered as he did so, curious as to what the panda had in mind. Before Grog could spit out any more flirtatious words, the door behind them slid open, and Bill appeared. The great rhino waddled inside much like that an overgrown toddler and brushed his greasy, long hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips that looked like it just chugged an extra large frappé and looked at the two as if he could just eat them up.
“This is a good sight to see!” Bill cried in the tone of a spoiled aristocrat, “I was going to let you two meet later on today but you’ve already gone and done it. Very good! Well, I guess the next best step is to start recording.”
In came a group of hurried sound guys and dozens of rolling cameras. They immediately started clicking to life and the room went silent. Jolly’s face whitened in horror. Here? Now? Did he even look good? He peered over at Grog, who smiled at the cameras with those glistening teeth and sharp cheeks. Grog flexed, held his hands in a heart shape, and said, “Hello beauties! My name is Grog and I’ll be your musclehead this month.”
One of the sound guys pulled out his phone and fake clapping played. Immediately afterward, the cameras focused on Jolly, who looked to have almost been capable of dying at any second with how pale he looked. The panda blinked twice and muttered, “I-I’m Jolly.”
There was a pause as the sound guys waited for him to continue, and clapping erupted again to rid of the awkward silence. Bill nodded his head with a confident smile, which rose Jolly’s spirits. The chunky rhino appeared in front of the two, wrapped his hands around both of their shoulders, and cawed, “And this is The Truffle Shuffle!”
Jolly felt something wrap around his love handle and cup around his stomach again. Grog lifted the loose panda blubber up and squeezed. All of that extra pudge came crashing down as it was released. Jolly could only blush as his body slowly settled in front of the camera. He glanced down at the horse’s hands gripping his paunch in horror. He was at a loss for words!
But he couldn’t lie - this was a dream come true.
Such a muscled fur using him as a plaything was a far-off dream of his for years. But doing this in front of a camera? It all seemed too good to be true.
Grog then stood behind the quivering pile of lard. Jolly lurched forwards as he felt the horse’s rock-hard abs bulge against his back. Grog then placed both of his hands just above Jolly’s belly button and began to rub it eagerly. It was pure indulgence for both of them at this point. His eager fingers gripped the fat panda’s soft flesh and the camera centered on his stomach. Jolly wasn’t sure what to do! He instead opted to do nothing but stand awkwardly looking directly at the camera as the behemoth of a horse felt around his gut like a toy bear. He had a feeling that this would become commonplace soon enough.
Bill cradled up to the two with a smirk and snorted, “Looks like we have a feely one this time folks! The competition is going ter be relentless~”
Grog whispered into Jolly’s ear, “Yeah it is.”
Jolly nearly melted into Grog’s embrace. “W-what is happening?!” the panda cried under his breath. It wasn’t enough to be caught on camera, but Bill lifted an ear in concern. The stud dug his fingers deeper and deeper into his gut. He glanced towards his left and saw the veiny, bulging bicep of the horse, nearly as large as his head was round. He imagined the bloated limb stuffing down his gullet with food, and licked his lips in anticipation. He looked to his right and followed the rhino’s neck jiggling like a turkey’s wattle as he barked into a mic for the audience. Jolly glanced towards the cameras with a half-smile, half-look of terror.
“Alright, alright! Cut!” Bill waved the camera crew away. Once they were sufficiently alone, the chunky rhino turned to view his two stars with a glisten in his eyes. A smile stretched from ear to ear, and he snickered as Grog continued to play with Jolly’s lard like a plaything.
Grog chortled and there was an audible snap of meat against meat as his massive hand collided with Jolly’s bloated paunch just below the belly button. The playful slap radiated a swarm of ripples that swam around Jolly’s engorged torso, on up to his moobs that shook and jiggled with glee. The horse towered over Jolly, and he looked down upon his plaything and growled, “I am going to have fun with you, pig.”
Bill said, “Yer two are going ter be the stars of the show if yer keep this up. We’re not even on camera!”
Jolly chuckled nervously and exclaimed, “Grog. Grog! Are you finished?!”
“Er - Yeah! Sorry.”
Jolly straightened his clothes once again. This was so sudden and in front of cameras! What kind of show was this?! Jolly bit his lip and began to realize why he found the article on a gainer website. Well, it was too late now. Was this even a bad thing?
Bill broke through the silence between the two and exclaimed, “Are you two ready fer the game? The contents should be piling into the event square right now.”
Grog slid down to head-level with the other two, naturally flexing his air-tight thighs and perking up his ass. His arms jutted with strength as he posed before the two. “I’m always ready, old man!”
Jolly’s eyes widened. How could Grog say that to his boss?! He waited for the shouting, only to find the two laughing hysterically. Jolly procured a smile, though it was more to hide behind his confusion.
“Jolly!” Bill cried,” I would like you to follow Grog to the event center and get comfortable. We shall record in five.”
“F-five?!” Jolly exclaimed, his heart racing at just a few simple words.
Grog nodded his head, excited for the task at hand. “We will be the best contestants you have ever had. Let’s go Jolly!”
“Oh - Ah!”
Jolly felt a tug on his arm as Grog pulled him outside of the gym. He walked as light as a feather, yet as heavy as an ox. Jolly had a difficult time lifting up his meaty thighs and rear to catch up with the horse’s long, whimsical strides. It was then that Jolly could only feel like they were on two opposite ends of the spectrum. Jolly was obese, especially when he was around Grog. The sight of the stud made Jolly look all the more fatter. It was like he was a black sheep in the center of a flock of white sheep. Grog did not slow his stride. In fact, it looked like he rather enjoyed watching Jolly try to catch up with him.
“Come on, Jolly!” Grog exclaimed, “We gotta get that belly of yours full. Pick up the pace! It’ll make you hungrier.”
Jolly panted his way through the abandoned mall’s hallways. The clack of their feet echoed through its empty chambers. All the while, Jolly could smell food. It was sizzling oil, meats slathered with spices, and so much more. He could smell the embers of grills, and the mouth-watering sauces of barbeque and ketchup. The scent latched onto his brain and pulled him towards it. Grog smirked at the fat panda’s anticipation.
There was a cacophony of laughter and yelling from across the halls. Jolly and Grog followed the noise until light radiated in the middle of a beautiful public center. In the center of the well-lit room stood a marble fountain of a buxom, fat hippo carrying a tray filled with a mountain of greasy burgers and fries. The curvature on her smiling face was even more elaborated with how much extra fat hung from her frame. She lounged her fat posterior with one hand resting firmly on her belly, and the other holding the food. Water dashed out from below her like tiny waterfalls and recycled itself.
Two dozen grills sizzling with ribs and friers lit and filled with fries centered around the will-endowed hippo. Each one was manned by a cook, and Jolly noticed Carl was there. The cheetah glanced toward the two of them and winked. Grog pushed Jolly along and said, “They are already cooking. Go get seated!”
Jolly took a deep breath and made his way across the room. He settled next to a grouping of some of the fattest people he had ever met in his life. It did not matter what species they were - they were all chubby to downright morbidly obese. Their bodies hung loosely over their waistlines, and some of them wore nothing but shorts. He suddenly did not feel very fat anymore, especially when compared to the other contestants. There were beanbag chairs and foldable metal chairs for them to sit on. A select few of the heavier variety had to gather two of the foldable chairs together just to rest one ass cheek on each one. Jolly wouldn’t doubt a couple of these people could function much like a beanbag chair themselves.
Jolly stood close to a lone dragon who had taken it upon himself to feel as comfortable as possible. He sat in two of the foldable chairs under his vast, scaly rear while he rested his feet on the belly of an alligator on a beanbag chair. The gator seemed a bit annoyed but tried to hide it. The dragon must have been nearing 600 lbs. His moobs sagged far over his middle and hung loosely underneath his arms. His scales were a dull grey and he did not seem to pay much attention to what was happening around him. He picked at his long, sharp fangs with the tip of one of his dagger-like claws. His wings fluttered every minute or so as he glanced upon the crowd like he owned all of them. The dragon wore nothing but loose stretchy pants and ostentatious, yellow sunglasses.
“Hey, dragon.” Jolly asked, “What is it we are doing, exactly?”
The overfed lizard’s tail THWAPPED on the ground, annoyed that someone had interrupted… whatever he was doing. He did not even move his head to see who was talking. He yawned, scratched the climax of his mountainous gut, and growled, “New here, huh? I always enjoy green folk. We are all here for the same reason. Just loosen up. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
Jolly shook his head. The dragon didn’t even look in his direction as Jolly spoke. It was difficult to tell if his eyes were even open. The panda cleared his throat and asked again, “You didn’t answer my question. What are we doing?”
The dragon rolled his head back in annoyance and looked up at the ceiling, though there was so much blubber in his neck that it was difficult to do so. “Hugh. I guess I should be more friendly. My lad, you are going to eat as much as you can and then some, but not as much as me. If you eat more than me, we will have… problems. I have a big appetite so that shouldn’t be an issue. You look scrawny to me. Just make sure to count your food just in case.”
Jolly frowned. He swore that he saw something kick in the dragon’s belly. He glanced back at the others and they were all staring at him in horror. A couple shook their heads as if to avoid continuing the conversation. What had he gotten himself into?
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There was a loud CRASH of metal from across the hall from his room. Jolly peered toward the sound cautiously and saw a massive stud working on a gruesome set of deadlifts. He wore nothing on his chiseled torso and loose basketball shorts that barely fit around his ample rear. He was covered in sweat, each breath revealing his rock-hard abs. All of the heavy weight he was lifting craned his back forwards. His eyes were focused and faced toward himself in a mirror that spread from ceiling to floor. The stallion grabbed a massive jug of water and began draining it as if he hadn’t had water in days. His oily hair stuck to his wide back as he rested for only a minute, returning to the grind once again with a smile.
Jolly’s face was covered with peanut butter and jelly and his belly was distended from the heavy meal just minutes ago. He blushed. How could someone be so big? The amount of effort that went into the mountain of muscle made Jolly shiver. This is who he was working with?! He tried to suck in his gut as much as possible and straighten his back before entering. The horse turned with a charismatic smile that was made for the cameras. His cheekbones were sharp and his teeth glistened in the light. His brown eyes quickly turned from serious to welcoming. He even held out his arms in a hugging motion as he said in a deep, smoky growl, “Welcome! You must be Jolly. My name is Grog. I’m sure that we’ll get along - I don’t bite. Much. Hehe.”
Immediately, Jolly’s fear went away. Somehow, this behemoth of a man was so large but non-threatening. The bright smile told Jolly that he was beyond happy. This was a man that needed very little to get by. It was hesitant at first, but Jolly opened his arms for the bro hug and sank into the musclehead’s body.
“What the -”
Grog suddenly went into a squat, wrapped his thick arms underneath Jolly’s overfilled muffin top. Without warning, he lifted him from the floor. Six inches, seven inches; ten, a foot, foot and a half… Jolly watched the ground leave his feet as the great hunk of a man lifted him far above his head. The panda squirmed a bit as his jolly belly pressed against Grog’s long snout. Was he going to hurt himself?! Looking down, Jolly saw the horse’s biceps bulging with raw strength as he held all 300 of his pounds in the air, just as easy as one of his starting routines. Grog’s voice barely struggled as he said, “Ah! This’ll be a pretty difficult contest, won’t it? You’re barely heavier than my mother, and she likes her fair share of pies.”
Jolly was too flabbergasted to retort. The workhorse gently placed him back on the ground and clapped his hands together to pump himself up. Jolly jumped as he saw Grog’s hand dash through the air as fast as a bullet and press into his belly. He then gave the panda’s gut a quick jostle as if that had been a common occurrence he had between others and stood back with a wide smile. He examined Jolly with a frown. “We need you to fatten up, big guy. I can lift so much more.”
The wider than the two shook his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Grog eyed Jolly with a sense of bewilderment. He asked, “Don’t you know what the final game is? Have you ever watched this show before?”
“Can’t say I have.”
The horse crossed his tremendous arms over his chest and gave a cheery smile. “Well, I’m not exactly sure what they will put us through in the games, but I do know what the last game will be. It is the same every single time. I will have to deadlift you.”
“Deadlift me?”
Grog bowed and showed Jolly the bar next to him. It read 500 lbs. “This is a deadlift.” He scrambled over to the weight, squatted, and effortlessly brought the bar above his head. His thighs bulged underneath his basketball shorts. His form was perfect, swift, and methodical. As the bar lifted over his head, he let go of it, and Jolly jumped as all of that weight came crashing down behind him just inches away from his head.
“You’re going to do that to me?!” Jolly gasped, wondering how the impact against the ground would be.
“Sure am, big guy.” Grog procured a finger and jettisoned it into Jolly’s stomach. “Unless you bulk up and stop me. I’d love to see that belly of yours fatten up, personally. You look a little skinny for my taste. I’m sure the fall will be well-padded by the time I’m done with you.”
Jolly’s heart raced. This was so sudden and so taboo! A fit, structured person was telling him to get fat. It seemed so backward! All those long hours of weight lifting compared to his lounging and eating. How could someone like that even think to encourage his lifestyle? Or was he more on the competitive side of things? Perhaps he just wanted a good challenge. He wanted him to fatten up just so that he could show off. Jolly glanced up and down at the hunk of a man and gulped. The way he was eyeing back at him told him other stories. Grog peered down towards his belly with a curious, mindless… and hungry gaze. Jolly watched Grog’s hands curl, trying to keep himself from feeling more of his body.
No, this meat sack loved a hefty creature. Jolly straightened his button-down shirt and tried to hide his body behind his jacket. Grog snickered as he did so, curious as to what the panda had in mind. Before Grog could spit out any more flirtatious words, the door behind them slid open, and Bill appeared. The great rhino waddled inside much like that an overgrown toddler and brushed his greasy, long hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips that looked like it just chugged an extra large frappé and looked at the two as if he could just eat them up.
“This is a good sight to see!” Bill cried in the tone of a spoiled aristocrat, “I was going to let you two meet later on today but you’ve already gone and done it. Very good! Well, I guess the next best step is to start recording.”
In came a group of hurried sound guys and dozens of rolling cameras. They immediately started clicking to life and the room went silent. Jolly’s face whitened in horror. Here? Now? Did he even look good? He peered over at Grog, who smiled at the cameras with those glistening teeth and sharp cheeks. Grog flexed, held his hands in a heart shape, and said, “Hello beauties! My name is Grog and I’ll be your musclehead this month.”
One of the sound guys pulled out his phone and fake clapping played. Immediately afterward, the cameras focused on Jolly, who looked to have almost been capable of dying at any second with how pale he looked. The panda blinked twice and muttered, “I-I’m Jolly.”
There was a pause as the sound guys waited for him to continue, and clapping erupted again to rid of the awkward silence. Bill nodded his head with a confident smile, which rose Jolly’s spirits. The chunky rhino appeared in front of the two, wrapped his hands around both of their shoulders, and cawed, “And this is The Truffle Shuffle!”
Jolly felt something wrap around his love handle and cup around his stomach again. Grog lifted the loose panda blubber up and squeezed. All of that extra pudge came crashing down as it was released. Jolly could only blush as his body slowly settled in front of the camera. He glanced down at the horse’s hands gripping his paunch in horror. He was at a loss for words!
But he couldn’t lie - this was a dream come true.
Such a muscled fur using him as a plaything was a far-off dream of his for years. But doing this in front of a camera? It all seemed too good to be true.
Grog then stood behind the quivering pile of lard. Jolly lurched forwards as he felt the horse’s rock-hard abs bulge against his back. Grog then placed both of his hands just above Jolly’s belly button and began to rub it eagerly. It was pure indulgence for both of them at this point. His eager fingers gripped the fat panda’s soft flesh and the camera centered on his stomach. Jolly wasn’t sure what to do! He instead opted to do nothing but stand awkwardly looking directly at the camera as the behemoth of a horse felt around his gut like a toy bear. He had a feeling that this would become commonplace soon enough.
Bill cradled up to the two with a smirk and snorted, “Looks like we have a feely one this time folks! The competition is going ter be relentless~”
Grog whispered into Jolly’s ear, “Yeah it is.”
Jolly nearly melted into Grog’s embrace. “W-what is happening?!” the panda cried under his breath. It wasn’t enough to be caught on camera, but Bill lifted an ear in concern. The stud dug his fingers deeper and deeper into his gut. He glanced towards his left and saw the veiny, bulging bicep of the horse, nearly as large as his head was round. He imagined the bloated limb stuffing down his gullet with food, and licked his lips in anticipation. He looked to his right and followed the rhino’s neck jiggling like a turkey’s wattle as he barked into a mic for the audience. Jolly glanced towards the cameras with a half-smile, half-look of terror.
“Alright, alright! Cut!” Bill waved the camera crew away. Once they were sufficiently alone, the chunky rhino turned to view his two stars with a glisten in his eyes. A smile stretched from ear to ear, and he snickered as Grog continued to play with Jolly’s lard like a plaything.
Grog chortled and there was an audible snap of meat against meat as his massive hand collided with Jolly’s bloated paunch just below the belly button. The playful slap radiated a swarm of ripples that swam around Jolly’s engorged torso, on up to his moobs that shook and jiggled with glee. The horse towered over Jolly, and he looked down upon his plaything and growled, “I am going to have fun with you, pig.”
Bill said, “Yer two are going ter be the stars of the show if yer keep this up. We’re not even on camera!”
Jolly chuckled nervously and exclaimed, “Grog. Grog! Are you finished?!”
“Er - Yeah! Sorry.”
Jolly straightened his clothes once again. This was so sudden and in front of cameras! What kind of show was this?! Jolly bit his lip and began to realize why he found the article on a gainer website. Well, it was too late now. Was this even a bad thing?
Bill broke through the silence between the two and exclaimed, “Are you two ready fer the game? The contents should be piling into the event square right now.”
Grog slid down to head-level with the other two, naturally flexing his air-tight thighs and perking up his ass. His arms jutted with strength as he posed before the two. “I’m always ready, old man!”
Jolly’s eyes widened. How could Grog say that to his boss?! He waited for the shouting, only to find the two laughing hysterically. Jolly procured a smile, though it was more to hide behind his confusion.
“Jolly!” Bill cried,” I would like you to follow Grog to the event center and get comfortable. We shall record in five.”
“F-five?!” Jolly exclaimed, his heart racing at just a few simple words.
Grog nodded his head, excited for the task at hand. “We will be the best contestants you have ever had. Let’s go Jolly!”
“Oh - Ah!”
Jolly felt a tug on his arm as Grog pulled him outside of the gym. He walked as light as a feather, yet as heavy as an ox. Jolly had a difficult time lifting up his meaty thighs and rear to catch up with the horse’s long, whimsical strides. It was then that Jolly could only feel like they were on two opposite ends of the spectrum. Jolly was obese, especially when he was around Grog. The sight of the stud made Jolly look all the more fatter. It was like he was a black sheep in the center of a flock of white sheep. Grog did not slow his stride. In fact, it looked like he rather enjoyed watching Jolly try to catch up with him.
“Come on, Jolly!” Grog exclaimed, “We gotta get that belly of yours full. Pick up the pace! It’ll make you hungrier.”
Jolly panted his way through the abandoned mall’s hallways. The clack of their feet echoed through its empty chambers. All the while, Jolly could smell food. It was sizzling oil, meats slathered with spices, and so much more. He could smell the embers of grills, and the mouth-watering sauces of barbeque and ketchup. The scent latched onto his brain and pulled him towards it. Grog smirked at the fat panda’s anticipation.
There was a cacophony of laughter and yelling from across the halls. Jolly and Grog followed the noise until light radiated in the middle of a beautiful public center. In the center of the well-lit room stood a marble fountain of a buxom, fat hippo carrying a tray filled with a mountain of greasy burgers and fries. The curvature on her smiling face was even more elaborated with how much extra fat hung from her frame. She lounged her fat posterior with one hand resting firmly on her belly, and the other holding the food. Water dashed out from below her like tiny waterfalls and recycled itself.
Two dozen grills sizzling with ribs and friers lit and filled with fries centered around the will-endowed hippo. Each one was manned by a cook, and Jolly noticed Carl was there. The cheetah glanced toward the two of them and winked. Grog pushed Jolly along and said, “They are already cooking. Go get seated!”
Jolly took a deep breath and made his way across the room. He settled next to a grouping of some of the fattest people he had ever met in his life. It did not matter what species they were - they were all chubby to downright morbidly obese. Their bodies hung loosely over their waistlines, and some of them wore nothing but shorts. He suddenly did not feel very fat anymore, especially when compared to the other contestants. There were beanbag chairs and foldable metal chairs for them to sit on. A select few of the heavier variety had to gather two of the foldable chairs together just to rest one ass cheek on each one. Jolly wouldn’t doubt a couple of these people could function much like a beanbag chair themselves.
Jolly stood close to a lone dragon who had taken it upon himself to feel as comfortable as possible. He sat in two of the foldable chairs under his vast, scaly rear while he rested his feet on the belly of an alligator on a beanbag chair. The gator seemed a bit annoyed but tried to hide it. The dragon must have been nearing 600 lbs. His moobs sagged far over his middle and hung loosely underneath his arms. His scales were a dull grey and he did not seem to pay much attention to what was happening around him. He picked at his long, sharp fangs with the tip of one of his dagger-like claws. His wings fluttered every minute or so as he glanced upon the crowd like he owned all of them. The dragon wore nothing but loose stretchy pants and ostentatious, yellow sunglasses.
“Hey, dragon.” Jolly asked, “What is it we are doing, exactly?”
The overfed lizard’s tail THWAPPED on the ground, annoyed that someone had interrupted… whatever he was doing. He did not even move his head to see who was talking. He yawned, scratched the climax of his mountainous gut, and growled, “New here, huh? I always enjoy green folk. We are all here for the same reason. Just loosen up. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.”
Jolly shook his head. The dragon didn’t even look in his direction as Jolly spoke. It was difficult to tell if his eyes were even open. The panda cleared his throat and asked again, “You didn’t answer my question. What are we doing?”
The dragon rolled his head back in annoyance and looked up at the ceiling, though there was so much blubber in his neck that it was difficult to do so. “Hugh. I guess I should be more friendly. My lad, you are going to eat as much as you can and then some, but not as much as me. If you eat more than me, we will have… problems. I have a big appetite so that shouldn’t be an issue. You look scrawny to me. Just make sure to count your food just in case.”
Jolly frowned. He swore that he saw something kick in the dragon’s belly. He glanced back at the others and they were all staring at him in horror. A couple shook their heads as if to avoid continuing the conversation. What had he gotten himself into?
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