Thomas Everstorm, the proud blue dragon executive of his company sat behind his mahogany desk — or rather, across it. His belly had begun to nudge against the polished wood’s edge these days, and the buttons on his white shirt were starting to wage a quiet, losing battle against his softening chest and middle. The golden tie, once sharp and firm, now rested lazily atop a round swell that jiggled each time he chuckled.

The company had been booming, and with success came celebration. The new “Employee Appreciation Lunches” he’d approved were lavish, catered by the city’s finest. Naturally, Thomas sampled every dish “for quality control.” A few weeks of sampling had turned into months, and his trim build now filled the seat — quite literally.

He swirled a glass of champagne, grinning smugly at the sunlight gleaming off his rounded gut. His wings shifted lazily behind him, brushing the wall. The chair groaned softly, but Thomas only chuckled, patting the side of his shirt where the lower buttons had already popped free. “Success,” he mused with a rumbling belch, “comes with... proper investment.”