Life is finally looking up for our duo! Jobs, a new home, and maybe a bit more are in their bright future.

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Maz © & Artwork:

Clyde ©, Riley © & Writing:

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Six months was not a long time, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it was long enough for Maz and Clyde to feel like their lives had completely changed. Six months after their admissions of actually being comfortable with their weight gain, after seeing that things could be worse, after accepting that they were going to get ahead at some point… The pair were finally getting ahead. Life had taken it’s finger off the scale and allowed the two of them to start to make it out in the world, and all of that had come through a lot of calling, perseverance, and patience. Of course, this wasn’t to say that the time had been easy for either of them, not at all. Clyde had been in and out of court, but had managed to win his lawsuit against the builder of his old condo and gotten enough of a sum to make sure whatever new home he purchased could be even more built to his wants. Maz had been practicing his artwork and character design, and had started an online store selling some of his modeling work to get a little side hustle going and keep the money coming in. Both of their wins came with a lot of work; Clyde on the phone and with his lawyer, and Maz staring at a screen and working himself through all-nighters like he was in college again to meet his own deadlines. The two had worked, and their efforts were finally, at long last, being rewarded with something tangible. Something that would take them out of Vorax’s apartment and into a space all their own, as the two had become inseparable over the last five years of their friendship. This thing? Which had saved them from the depression of being left to their own devices and feeling as though the years in college had been a waste?

A job.

The phone call had come in a couple months prior, from a development studio in New SaggingTon. The studio was new, and had some top talent in the higher positions, but it was starting out and needed new workers to come in and help get the studio off the ground. The studio, Curved Creations, was working on a game already and had released bits of their master plan for the game. Now though, the pressure was on, and staffing up was needed about as bad as one needed air to see the promise turned into reality. Thus, Maz and Clyde were called in, because they were NSU grads and top of their class. Clyde, for his environment design interview, was tasked with making a small section of a level for a game he would want to make; essentially, creating something for a passion project the llama had in mind. Maz’s challenge was no different, with the dragon being asked to make a character from scratch for his own passion project. Both of the roommates got right to work on this, working almost all of their week-long timeline on what had been asked of them. Concept sketches littered their rooms, takeout containers spilled amongst the laundry covering their floor, and for that week, the two felt as though college had come back to haunt them. However, both were pleased with what they had created; Clyde making a full castle from scratch for a medieval horror game he wanted to make, and Maz making a fully animated hydra for the villain of a fantasy RPG he had always wanted to make.

Both of them were accepted as candidates for hire immediately once the leads saw their work, and over a few weeks of interviews, they were hired. Getting to know their teams, getting to know their bosses, and getting to know the area around the studio would wait, as they were brought in as two designers right away, able to work remote for a maximum of two months while they moved to New SaggingTon. Relocation was a mandatory part of the job, since team meetings and time in the office was something required of the new hires so that they could get to know everyone over time. Remote work might happen later on, as stated in their contracts, but at least a full year of coming to the office would be the start of their employment. Maz was a little annoyed by this; he would have to shower and keep clean so that he could go into the office, and had become accustomed to being a little less than clean over the year of being out of college… As well as senior year of schooling before that. Clyde didn’t care much about the requirement though, and helped Maz get over the hurdle of in-office hygiene by reminding the dragon that they were moving to New SaggingTon. All other cities would be strict on that, but with a city where the average weight required a custom scale? The dragon would get quite a bit of leniency… Which, Clyde secretly thought, was a good thing. He had been becoming a bit of a gasbag with his continually expanding waistline; his stomach just wasn’t keeping up with the influx of soda and fast food that he crammed into it all hours of the day.

Studying for the engine they would be working in began, and while they studied during the day, Clyde and Maz searched for somewhere to live at night. New SaggingTon wasn’t exactly a cheap place to live, but with Clyde’s new influx of funds from his lawsuit, as well as the money he’d already had from his trust fund, their budget was far higher than most college grads could dream of, especially ones that had been unemployed for nearly a year. As such, the real question of their home would be something they could agree on for location and size, not so much something that was just going to work and pass as a home. Maz wanted something close to the office and downtown, so that they could go out to eat more often and the trek to work wasn’t going to be that bad. Clyde, he wanted something further out, so that he would have privacy and more space inside the house. Both agreed that a decent kitchen, four bedrooms, and an open plan with wide doorways, were necessary for them to even think about a place. Open doorways, chef’s kitchens, and large open areas were the norm for New SaggingTon thankfully, due to the sheer size of the populace, so those were easy to find. Somewhere with four bedrooms though was a bit of a challenge, and it was one that Clyde took quite seriously since he was the one paying for the house. Maz would pay for the insurance, utilities, and all upkeep to pay back for his half of the house… Which, with the price of the places they were looking at, was quite the deal for the dragon. With how much the two would be making though, it was going to be a drop in the bucket for the dragon as well; the company moving them to New SaggingTon was paying a lot better than most options the two had been considering before being called in.

The house hunt lasted for about two weeks before Clyde finally found something new on the market. The house was priced well below where it should have been, was completely remodeled from top to bottom, and was just ready to be moved into; nothing needed fixing at all. The llama didn’t sit on this, calling his realtor and putting in an offer right away without consulting Maz as the house got what the dragon wanted from location, but was just far out enough that the llama would be okay with it. A good middle ground… And when Maz saw the pictures of the house, he didn’t have a single word of complaint. Of course, it was hard to complain with hardwood floors, granite counters, a double oven, four bedrooms and bathrooms… The place fit what they wanted absolutely perfectly, and was actually just a few blocks from where Curved Creations was located. Downtown was a bit further away than the dragon wanted, but a house like this? He wasn’t about to object, and when the pair got a walkthrough of the property… Well, paperwork was drawn up that day to buy it.

One month later, and Maz and Clyde stood atop the steps of their new place, looking out over their new lawn with proud grins on their faces. A large chunk of Clyde’s war chest of funds had gone into this place; movers, lawncare, cleaning, inspections, and having to raise his offer to claim the house had hurt. The llama wasn’t cleaned out, but his savings were definitely looking less healthy than he wanted due to buying the house in cash alone. Investments and living rent-free would help over time, but not having seven figures to his name felt almost off to the llama. Sure, he could have a lot more if he started talking to his parents again; that was easy. But, after the years of silence and avoidance and keeping himself away from their bad influence, Clyde knew that the money would come with strings, and they were strings he didn’t want to have holding him back. He wanted to be happy working away, happy with Maz living with him, and happy that Riley was just across town now that even the kangaroo had relocated to the foodie mecca for his own job. The whole situation had worked out better than he could have hoped, and for Maz’s part, the dragon felt the same way. He too had been circling the drain of hopelessness just six months before, but now? With jobs and money and a home all their won in hand? Well, he was feeling like he had won the proverbial lottery by being close to Clyde and getting the job he had.

“Can’t believe that you two got this place,” Riley said, looking over the house again and just grinning as he looked at the fat pair standing atop the stairs.

“Yeah, it was like… I can’t believe it either.” Maz replied, looking to Clyde with a broad grin. “He did all the work and stuff; there’s no way I could have got it.”

“I merely have a good realtor,” Clyde said, wanting very little credit for this. “And it is something with my parents’ money too…”

“Hey, you earned that money for puttin’ up with them from what I’ve heard,” Riley interrupted before Clyde could go down that rabbit hole, frowning at the llama. “You put up with like… I mean, don’t like feel bad about it Clyde. You got the house an’ ya got a dragon that’s hanging off you like arm candy n’ stuff now.” Maz flushed bright red at that comment, and Clyde just looked a little confused at it. The llama turned to Maz, and Maz turned back and looked a bit redder as Clyde started to put things together with what Riley had meant. That pink and green roo didn’t hold back apparently…

“Uhm, I, uhm…” Maz started, flustered and blushing hard as he looked from Riley to Clyde and back again as he felt a little cornered in that moment.

“Maz, you are in your underwear on our porch, but you blush because Riley says you’re into me?” Clyde said, somewhat matter-of-factly. This got a much bigger blush out of the dragon, and a loud laugh out of Riley. Maz almost melted of embarrassment right there and then, his cheeks heating up to rival the sun’s surface as his bloated tan cheeks turning a very dark shade of red. “Your gut’s hanging out too you know, a lot.”

“Y-Yours is too!” Maz replied quickly, getting a chuckle from Clyde as the llama reached a paw down and gave his large, protruding stomach a couple shakes. “Like, a lot too!”

“Yeah, you both have a lot of fat out for all of us to oogle,” Riley remarked, the lithe roo looking from the pair and shrugging. “Kind of used to it now though with you two; yer both not exactly pictures of health anymore. Those gym trips didn’t seem to do a damn thing.”

“I noticed how much stronger my legs felt from all those trips Riley, thank you,” Clyde replied with a bit of a frown, then shrugged himself and put both of his paws on his sagging paunch, shaking it a few more times. “And besides, didn’t we both tell you that we’re comfortable being large and in charge?”

“Y-Yeah…” Maz chimed in, still red as a tomato and looking as round as one too as he stood there.

“Fair, fair… Never gonna see me like that, I can tell you,” Riley replied, flexing lightly to show off his toned, thin arms. “I moved above a gym for a reason.”

“Yes, yes, you remind us weekly to get us back to the gym with you. But I’m not driving that far for a gym, and I don’t think Maz even can drive anymore.”

“N-Neither can you, Clyde, s-so don’t say that you can,” Maz cut in with a huff of embarrassment at being called out like that. He was too fat to drive; his stomach pressed against the wheel too much for things to be safe, and he was just far too wide for standard car seats now. Clyde was hardly better, his gut sticking out so far that any driving he did was accompanied by plenty of blasts of the horn from his heft shifting anytime a bump in the road moved the car. This didn’t matter much to either the lardy llama or the double-wide dragon though, as New SaggingTon had public transportation and ride sharing so prevalent and cheap that even the biggest of cities would pale in comparison. Still, not being able to drive for either of them was a little of a blow… But at least it meant not having a driveway or garage wasn’t a deal breaker for house hunting.

“Heh, you two are damn huge compared to a few years ago… Gonna plan on slowing that down now that you’re working?” Riley asked, already knowing the answer would be something of a lie; there was no slowing down for these two. The rails had come off and the train of growing into proper New SaggingTon citizens was running without even a chance of stopping now for these two.

“We are close enough to walk to work, and I plan on working more than eating… If Maz doesn’t stop me of course,” Clyde replied, but then shrugged showing that even he didn’t think that would be true.

“B-But… You’re the one that always orders that extra bit of food for me. You order way more often than me,” Maz cut back while still blushing; he was going to die of blushing if this didn’t stop!

“Yes, that’s true I guess,” Clyde said, and then shrugged again and turned to Riley with a bit of a smile. “Dunno then, but probably not. Maz likes it, and I like it too. So, yeah, probably not I suppose.”

“Wait, did you say yeah instead of yes?” Riley said, looking a little surprised by the shorthand the llama had just used.

“I did… Maz has been rubbing off on me more and more,” Clyde replied, then grinned over at the tomato derg who looked like he was going to evaporate his own scales with blushing alone now. “Not that he minds, of course. He gets to see something he likes, and I get to feel less… I suppose above everyone else around me. No complaints here with it all,” Clyde continued on, and then seemed to brighten up and hold up the keys to the house. “Hey, Riley, get a picture of us quick with the new house.”

“You sure? Maz might need a minute to calm back down from all that teasing ya know… He looks like he might die.”

“Oh he’ll be fine, right?” Clyde said, turning to the dragon and then seeing that Maz was trying to hide behind his hair… And maybe his tail, but that thing was so fat that moving it looked to be more effort than it would be worth by now. “Oh… Yeah, we can give him a minute to calm down.”

“T-Thanks…” Maz said, sighing and trying to calm himself down from all that teasing he’s been subjected to. “You two were brutal there…”

“Just speaking facts Maz, you know that,” Riley said, bouncing a bit from foot to foot as he waited for the dragon to calm down. This was another wave of embarrassment for Maz, as his cheeks flared again for being so easy to see through.

“B-But… Uhm…”

“Clyde is dense as a rock when it comes to someone liking him, and you’re as easy to read as a billboard,” Riley said, and then shrugged as he kept up his energetic bouncing from long foot to foot in front of the house. “You like Clyde a lot, like… More than a friend like him, and Clyde has been too dense to see that. Probably too much fat on his brain.”

“Wow… Guess it’s call us both out day, huh?” Clyde asked, also blushing now from the call-out from Riley now. Maz felt a little better seeing Clyde get some of the teasing and honesty that Riley was spitting out, but only a little. “I’m not that dense though Riley, I noticed… I just, I guess I thought it was nothing special or anything. Maz’s way of showing that he was proud of me for changing or something.”

“N-No…” Maz cut in, his voice a little quiet but his face still pretty red. “It’s more than that.”

“Clearly,” Clyde agreed, and then wrapped an arm around Maz to bring the dragon against this soft side. Fat met fat, Maz’s greasy and sweaty scales pressing against the brushed and washed fur of Clyde with a bit of a wet slap. Clyde ignored that though, putting one paw on Maz’s shoulder and having to lean over to his side a fair bit to one side just to reach that far. “More or not, it’s not something to stress over right? We can maybe even make it a good thing someday too, no?”

“Yeah, maybe we can,” Maz said, perking up a little as he wrapped an arm around what he could reach of Clyde. The two were so large that trying to stand side by side and have arms around one another meant heft pressing on heft, and having to fight that pressure of dragon blubber and llama lard wasn’t an easy task. Maz dominated the width of their awkward embrace, his hips flaring out so wide that he looked more like a triangle of fat than a scaled predator. Clyde was so front-heavy too that his stomach rested against the bulk of Maz like a ball of lead pressing on a mattress, shifted but so heavy that it couldn’t help but sag down and stick out several inches past Maz’s stomach. They were huge. They were well past what any sensible anthro would call fat, or obese, or even hugely obese. It was obvious to anyone who saw the scene of two smiling furs, each holding keys with their blushes fading and their faces lit up with pride and glee. And yet, neither looked to regret it, or hate it, or feel even a little ounce of shame for how much scales and fur were showing. No, Maz and Clyde were the picture of those comfortable with their bodies, comfortable with their lives, and content with their choices. It was a perfect picture too… And Riley didn’t waste a second taking said picture so that it could be saved for all time.

CLICK!

“That was perfect you two.” Riley said, looking down at his camera after snapping the picture and letting them return to standing beside one another. Clyde and Maz grinned again, and then turned to Riley.

“Perfect… And yet you’re still over there. Afraid to get on the porch with us?”

“Yeah, it might break if there’s any more weight on it,” Riley replied with a smirk. Clyde and Maz both looked at one another, turning their heavy frames towards one another which resulted in another wet slap of fat on fat thanks to both misjudging just how much room they needed to face one another. Clyde shrugged once this was done, backing up a step and looking over Maz with a bit of mischief in his gaze. Maz was doing the same, though there was no mischief in those eyes… More admiration, but Clyde wasn’t going to see that; the llama was just too thick. “Besides, you two take up the whole th-“

“Are you sure that it’s not because we’re just too good looking for you to mix with?” Clyde interrupted, a grin on his face as he looked over Maz again. Heavy rolls of scaled blubber, sagging man boobs that made his shirt look more and more like a bra with every meal, a chin that was turning more into a spare tire of fat under his face, doughy thighs that bounced with every step the dragon took… it was a good sight, though it was less than a good smell. A small price to pay for good company and someone who could actually keep up with his binges, Clyde thought. It was an even smaller price to pay for the view, too…

“Psssh… You two are weird,” Riley said flatly, and then shrugged. “Did you get all your stuff moved in?”
“Yeah, Clyde took care of that. The movers handled everything. Not a box in the house… We can just go right on in and start living here. He even hired a decorator to make sure the place looked just like what we wanted.” Maz replied, grinning proudly as he said that. “He legit took care of like, everything with this place. I was cleaning up after we left Vorax’s, so he was in charge.”

“Cleaning up? How bad was that?” Riley asked, getting a blush from Clyde and Maz and a bit of a caught in something bad look from them both. “That bad? At least it wasn’t your dorm?”

“I told him the stains would come out of the carpet…” Maz said quietly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“It’s clean now, so let’s get in and look at the place. You haven’t seen it yet Riley,” Clyde said, steering things away from their slobby habits and into showing off the new place for their friend. “Come on, we have to give you the tour.”

“Oh, yeah! Heck yeah, getting to see this… You know if it’s really cool I’m gonna be over a lot right?” Riley said, hopping right on over to the steps and coming up behind Maz and Clyde. The roo too had gotten used to Maz’s… Smellls… Apparently, which was a good thing since the dragon was rather ripe after getting his clothes into his closet and his room fully in order.

“Yeah, we know,” Maz said with a light chuckle. “You were gonna be over a ton anyways right?”

“Someone has to make sure you two haven’t eaten yourselves to death,” Riley said with a grin, and then a laugh as both Maz and Clyde glared at the roo. “Whaaaat? You two are like dumpsters for food!”

“At least it’s good food, right? None of that alfalfa whatever you eat,” Clyde said with a huff, turning around and unlocking the door to the house to let the trio inside and out of the early fall heat. “And here we are, welcome to our house.”

The house was cleaned enough that even a spec of dust would be found out and hunted, and done up well enough to be featured on a television show. Tall, beamed ceilings made the space feel larger, with added effect for a few floor-to-ceiling windows split by sliding glass out onto a back deck that housed a grill and a few lounge chairs. A kitchen in the back right corner of the open space that had an island with large, wide stools for even Maz’s bulk to sit on comfortably, double ovens large enough for even the biggest of turkeys, and a refrigerator that looked more at home in a restaurant than a home. A living room area for most of the open space of the large room housed a low and very large couch, clearly framed with steel for added weight support and with cushions deep enough for even Clyde to be able to fully relax on. A television mounted to the wall that should have been measured in feet instead of inches, with a sound system that was only spotted with trained eyes as it was built into the ceiling and walls instead of speakers on the floor. A dining table area, with benches for Clyde and Maz and a few chairs for other guests, all side and plush just like the rest of the seating in the open room. The space was shared and laid out like it had been done to meet the strictest requirements of making it look large, and it already was large at that, so the space looked almost big enough to get lost in with all the furniture and the light, subdued décor of a few pictures and paintings on the walls. No plants; Maz and Clyde had about as brown a thumb as one could imagine, but there was some greenery above the kitchen in the form of a few strung up herbs that were utterly fake.

A door to a bathroom beside a door to a pantry that could be a small bedroom for most took up one side of the room, and the other was a wide hallway that Maz and Clyde could fit down side by side as they stood. Down the hallway? Bedrooms, two without bathrooms and two with, and each plenty big enough for king-sized beds or development desks which the pair wanted to have so each had an office to work in. There was one more bathroom at the far end of the hallway, a final door of the several very wide entryways which lined the only hall of the house. There was no entryway after all, just right into the large, shared room that Riley was still gawking at with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Either way, the house was perfect for what Maz and Clyde wanted. One story, hardwood throughout so that nothing would stain or become too messy from spilled food, storage for enough food for both of them for at least a few weeks, a nice outdoor space with an oversized hot tub just beyond the patio which was hard to see from the front door, and a pool off behind the bedrooms that could be accessed through them; Clyde had called dibs on those bedrooms. Overall, it was just what Clyde and Maz wanted, and it was making Riley just gape.

“Y-You… H-How… Holy shit Clyde, how much did all this cost?!” Riley exclaimed after several moments of staring, the roo moving from the door and hopping around the room from one thing to another, just staring at the leather sofa, the granite counter, the refrigerator meant for an army; there was just too much to take in!

“You don’t want to know that, trust me,” Clyde replied, though he knew the number very, very well. He didn’t share that number with anyone, but to say that it had been a whole hell of a lot was almost an understatement. The llama wanted a home, not a starter home or something he would be tired of… He wanted a place he could move into and never even have to think of moving out of again. This house was it, and he loved it; this was where he would spend the rest of his days.

“Even I don’t know…” Maz said, looking around with a grin and then looking to Clyde. “I just know that this is perfect.”

“Yeah, like… How could this not be perfect?” Riley said, looking around more and then turning to the pair with a broad grin. “No gym though?”

“Nah, no need. We can’t drive remember? So lots of walking around.”

“I think you mean waddling there Clyde,” Riley joked, getting a chuckle from the llama as he moved over slowly to the kitchen and positioning himself up against the counter. A spot to lean, just about the right height; it was tailor made for him, and yet he had done oh so little to change the house.

“Walking, waddling… They’re the same thing, right?”

“Not even a little bit, but whatever… I can’t even think of another joke with all this,” Riley said, still looking around. “Congrats you two, seriously. This is incredible… Like, damn… This is amazing.” The roo looked over at the pair, one against the counter and one just moving to sit on the couch and get off his feet. “Now, I know you two want food. My treat?”

“You sure you can afford us?” Clyde asked, getting a giggle from Maz.

“He meant that too ya know; you should have seen his bill from Lombardi’s the other day,” Maz said, remembering their feasting at the Italian food eatery the other day rather fondly. Oh the lasagna… It had been utter heaven.

“Yeah, I’ve been saving up! I know how you two can eat.” Riley replied, looking a little indignant. Maz and Clyde just looked at one another, and then to Riley at the same time with a broad grin on each of them.

“Let’s eat then.”




END OF ACT I

a warning for those continuing Fitting the Frame. In Act II, we will progress the same story as well as some kinks, including slobiness, healthplay, and more mature subjects that may not fit your style. If that is up your alley, keep reading, if not, we totally understand, we hope this story has treated you well as these two unlikely friends grew together. This is one of three endings. Thank you for your support!