The green-scaled crocodile had it made these days—no rush, no gym sessions, just pure indulgence. His massive frame dominated the sagging couch, which creaked under his weight like an old friend protesting but never giving up. Piles of fast-food wrappers littered the coffee table, and in his clawed hands, he clutched another greasy burger, its juices dripping onto his expansive belly.

"Hic... mmm, yeah," Croc murmured between bites, his thick lips smacking as he chomped down. The hiccups came in waves, jolting his rotund body each time, making his enormous moobs jiggle like twin pillows of soft, yielding fat. They were massive, easily the size of watermelons, sagging heavily over his gut, their green scales stretched taut and shiny from years of overfeeding. He paused to grab the oversized soda cup—extra large, of course—and slurped through the straw, the fizzy rush bubbling up in his throat.

"Hiccup! Ahh, that's the stuff." The carbonation only amplified the hiccups, sending ripples across his blubbery form.Over the years, Croc had transformed from a lean, ripped jock into this glorious mound of excess. Back in his college days, he was the star athlete—buff, sculpted muscles rippling under his scales, tail whipping powerfully as he dominated the field. A framed photo on the wall captured that era perfectly: a younger Croc, all sharp angles and defined abs, flexing with a confident grin, surrounded by trophies. Now, that photo stared down at him like a distant memory, while the real Croc reveled in his new reality.

It started innocently enough—a few cheat days turning into weeks, then months of late-night binges. Burgers became his go-to, stacked high with cheese and bacon, paired with mountains of crispy fries that he devoured by the handful. His metabolism, once a beast, slowed to a crawl as he traded workouts for TV marathons and delivery apps.His weight gain had been relentless, packing on pounds that softened every edge. Sitting there on the couch, his fat tail coiled lazily behind him, thick and heavy like a overstuffed sausage, its scales dimpled with cellulite from the sheer volume of blubber beneath.

It provided extra cushioning, propping him up as he shifted. His face had plumped up too—cheeks round and jowly, double chin wobbling with each hiccup, his once-angular jawline buried under layers of chub. Sharp teeth peeked out as he grinned, but even they seemed softer in his pudgy muzzle.And then there was his belly, the crown jewel of his transformation. It ballooned outward in a vast, green dome, folding over his lap in rolls that quivered with every movement. His navel was a deep, inviting crevice right in the center—a shadowy pit sunk inches into the fat, ringed by stretched scales that formed a perfect funnel. It was so profound that he could lose small items in there if he wasn't careful, like crumbs from his feasts or the occasional fry that tumbled down.


As he polished off another burger, wiping his claws on his straining shorts, Croc patted his gut affectionately. "Hic... who's the big boy now?" he chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling from his chest.Life was swell for Croc. No more grueling practices or diets—just endless comfort, flavor explosions, and the satisfying fullness that came with every meal. The photo on the wall might show who he used to be, but this? This was who he was meant to become. Another sip of soda, another hiccup, and he reached for the next burger, content in his ever-expanding world.