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"Oof, I think I may have overdone it..." The chair beneath the dragon gave a heavy groan as its rotund occupant shifted their sizable weight. They gave the chair a small scoot back in order to make more room for their packed stomach, the sagging balloon of food hanging languidly from their torso as it smothered their large thighs. Those thighs spilled over either side of the straining chair beneath them; it's wooden confines groaning louder as the dragon settled back down onto the woefully inadequate seat it possessed. The dragon smacked their lips a couple of times, the taste of their entirely overzealous feasting still lingering on their lips. Stacks of plates littered the table in front of them, showing off the pure decadence of their meal while simultaneously giving away why the gut attached to their torso was swollen and bloated beyond all reasonable amounts. Fat as they were, the dragon looked swollen like a tick, and could only groan as they sat there and basked in that overstuffed fullness of a meal well eaten.

"Akala!" A shout came ringing out from the kitchen beside the dragon, a laborious wobble of their gratuitously fattened frame giving away that it startled them. "Are you done stuffing your face?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Akala replied, one of their furred paws rubbing lazily over the protruding mass of food and flab that sat heavily in front of them. A head poked out from the doorway leading into that kitchen, a long, bright beak coming into view along with a low-hanging gut below it. The rest of the round, double-wide bird, came into view a moment later, his wings on the vague location of his hips in mock annoyance at the bloated sphere of dragon seated a few yards away. "I'm coming Wes, promise."

"Hurry it up, please!" Wes squawked, the toucan tossing his wings up in frustration as he looked at the feast which Akala had demolished with a frown on his brow. "I can't have you passing out in a food coma when third lunch is coming up! It's almost time for Binge to take their break too, so I can't be in there all alone!"

"I know I won't keep you..." Akala grunted as they rose from their seat, wincing slightly as their legs suddenly took the burden of the feast from the chair, as well as the copious amounts of lard spread out heavily beneath their pelt. The furred dragon looked down as best they could, the large mane of fur as well as their second and third chins keeping them from glancing down far. They could still see that swollen mass of food beneath the collar of plush pink that encircled their head, a paw holding it up slightly as if to cradle the food child which was stuffed inside their taut confines. The other paw rubbed over the side of that bloated sphere, the feeling of fresh, angry stretchmarks beneath fur that seemed to grow ever so slightly thinner with every passing meal making Akala acutely aware of their gains. Those rivers of excess, the scars of gluttony, marks of feasts past... Whatever Akala decided to call them that day, the lines on their hide were a testament to their gluttony and would keep being as such for as long as Akala drew breath. "Whew... I really did overdo it..."

"Yeah, I can tell. Are you going to be okay to cook?" Wesley asked incredulously, also eyeing that gut on the dragon with a hint of trepidation in his voice. Akala could just nod, taking a shaky step before turning lightly green. The toucan opposite them backed up a bit, clearly nervous at just how much Akala looked to have overdone it. The dragon had that same fear, but as their mouth opened and a dish-rattling belch roared forth, that fear quickly turned into a wave of comfort. The toucan's eyes bulged at the explosion of gas but quickly returned to normal as another long, loud burp followed the first in short order. Akala seemed relieved, but Wesley looked even more annoyed as the avian seemed to puff up in anger. The dragon blushed under their grey fur, the flesh below nearly as pink as the fur of their neck and hands, and brought their free paw up to cover their muzzle in embarrassment. "Sorry, Wes..."

"Huff... I swear..." Wesley muttered, turning on his talon and waddling awkwardly off back to the kitchen. Akala was still beet red as they watched Wesley leave, but gave their stomach a proud pat as soon as the bird had left their sight. Turning around now that the toucan had retreated to the relative safety of the kitchen oncemore, Akala was able to focus on themselves in the window behind them. The floor to ceiling glass panel allowed for a gorgeous view of the ocean and yard, which preceded it; perfectly manicured and in full bloom. Tyler and Kai were incredible at their jobs, and it showed as Akala looked out over the yard with a small smile on their face. What the dragon had wanted to see though wasn't the yard, but their own reflection; that was far more beautiful to the dragon.

Starting from their eyes, Akala stared for a long moment into the slowly swirling pink orbs which looked back at them. Their eyes were arguably one of the best features about the dragon, and the subtle changes of pink and greys in them just always gave Akala something to look at... When they weren't admiring their own obesity, of course. A dragon through and through, Akala was, in fact, vain enough to look longingly at their own reflection for an inordinate amount of time, but this wasn't going to be one of those times; Wesley would kill Akala of they kept him waiting. So just a look... To see what the meal had done to the dragon, of course. This did mean looking away from those eyes, though, and that was something that took more conscious effort than Akala was going to admit to needing to expend. They were just so mesmerizing, and almost gave away one of the dragon's true loves; their love of hypnotism. That was for another story, though, and as such, the dragon wrenched their gaze from... Their gaze, and looked over their other crowning achievement.

Their stomach.

The orb of food protruded heavily from the front of the dragon, and now that they were standing and could see it in all its overfilled glory, it was a sight to behold. It hung low, sagging well over Akala's groin and slapping densely against their thighs with its lowermost roll of pure, buttery fat. Above that was the ball of food that Akala had to still cradle with one of their arms due to its sheer weight. This was becoming more and more common for the dragon after a particularly heavy binge, and something Akala took pride in. The grey fur starting to thin on the sides of their gut was another lovely sight, as the pink fur on the center of their gut was just bright enough to hide how thin it had grown thanks to the bright, overstretched hide beneath. The thinning hide and ripping, heavy feeling were all thanks to said hide being stretched over and over with little change to reform; Akala didn't want to wait to binge again after all. The dragon didn't mind that though and instead took that thinning fur as a sign that they were, in fact, doing something write with their overeating; progress was making itself known on their body. The lovehandles which looked to almost be straining to hold up that gut and against the pinching waistband of pants that had been a struggle a week ago. The moobs which draped heavily to either side of that stomach to form underarm lovehandles of their own, propping the flabby wings of blubber that the wingless dragon had up and away from that overblown torso. The light heave of every breath as their whole body jiggled slightly with each slightly wheezing attempt to force more air into that overheating core. The slight sheen of sweat in that fur from the simple act of standing, at all, as well as the utterly reckless feast which had all be stuffed down with abandon. The light jostle from the dragon's legs shaking thanks to having to hold all of that weight up without any assistance from a counter to rest that food sac on or a seat to park their wide, round rear onto. Each of these little factors showed just how much the dragon had given themselves over to gluttony, and while that was nothing new, it was now just amplified thanks in no small part to their employer.

Satisfied after a few more moments of losing themselves in the pinks and greys of their wide, heavy form, the dragon turned away from the window and focused on the task at hand, getting to the kitchen. Of course, that meant clearing up the mess they had made with their feasting first, and that was no small task. The cart everything had come in on was largely empty now, sure, but the dragon had filled it and then emptied it on an empty stomach; this was no longer the case. Moving the amount needed to clear the table right while holding their stomach in one paw just wasn't feasible for the overstuffed dragon, so instead, they got creative. Using just the one hand, stacks were effectively pushed from the table and onto the cart with an uproarious clattering. The process repeated a few times more, each growing louder than the last as the dishes not only collided with the cart, but with each other as they fell into place haphazardly. The dragon could have sworn they heard some break, but that was of little consequence, as with just a few shoves, their work was done.

"Akala!"

"Coming Wes!" Akala shouted back, giving a light grunt as they hoisted their belly up to let the table muscle rest on the handle of the cart, alleviating a fair deal of pressure from both their back and their sides as the weight was somewhat removed from them. Sighing with substantial relief, the dragon let one hand still rest on that food child while the other began to steer the cart only somewhat carefully; the whole house had doors far wider than any normal structure thanks to its occupants. The dragon, therefore, saw no reason to be careful as they maneuvered the cart the short walk back to the kitchen, only stopping for one or two moments to catch their breath after another belch roared out of their mouth and made the discomfort of overeating sink further and further into nothingness. Sated was taking hold, and the dragon was quite pleased with that as they rounded the corner into the 'kitchen,' though seeing the room made it seem like far more than that. There were no less than four stoves, ten ovens, a full walk-in freezer that could double as a studio apartment, 4 industrial refrigerators... The dragon had been to five-star restaurants that didn't have some of the stuff in their kitchens that this one had. All of it was operated by just themselves, Wesley, and Binge, too; the three had their work cut out for them most of the time. Hyede did come in to help when he wasn't serving their employer, but mostly it was the motley crew of three that were responsible for making the entire smorgasbord of cookware dance. It was tough work, sure, but as Akala navigated the cart to the sink to begin offloading its haul, the dragon couldn't imagine doing anything else. They had adored cooking since they were a hatchling, and that love of the culinary arts had only blossomed once they discovered just how tasty their creations could be... And how comfortable they felt after eating an obscene amount of them.

"So, we have third lunch to do. I've already started prepping the soup, but I need you t-" Wesley started, only to get cut off by a raised paw from Akala. The dragon turned as best he could over his shoulder, the large mane of pink around his neck as well as the tire of flab there too, preventing him from doing much more than vaguely moving in that direction.

"You need the vegetables cut, the breads prepped, and the desserts started, right?"

"And the dishes washed, and the lasagna prepped too! How could you forget those?"

"Lasagna, really?" Akala sighed as they fully turned around to face the toucan, visibly drooping in mock annoyance as they still beamed. "It's third lunch, how hu-"

"You're complaining about someone else being a pig?"

"Touche Wes... Touche." Akala replied with a hearty chuckle. Letting their gut bounce back off the cart with a light groan, the heavily obese dragon started the slow waddle towards their station to start all of that prep work. The dishes could get handled later, but things that needed oven time needed to be done right away; their employer wasn't one to wait when it came to food. Akala had to grin at that thought, imagining themselves as one day being in that same position, being able to eat as much as they could at all hours of the day. Of course, that would mean giving up their unabashed love of cooking, but it could be a worthwhile sacrifice if it meant being able to eat to such ridiculous heights as the head of the house could.

"Akala!" Wesley squawked again, "Soup!"

"Coming Wes, coming..."