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Pushing open the door to the restaurant, Spikes couldn't help but wonder if he was in the wrong place. He had been told by a friend to stop by this particular restaurant, The Stuffed Antler, but he wasn't quite sure why. Sure, that friend had been a bit on the heavier side... But he was an absolute twig compared to what the naga saw as he slithered through the doorway and into the eatery. Whereas he was in such shape that bodybuilding looked to be his career, everyone else in the building seemed to have their sights set on competitive eating or competitive sitting in some cases. Bellies were all, and from a brief scan around the room, he did mean all, sagging over belts and buttons. Shirts were riding up in more than a few cases, some to the point that they looked like little more than skimpy bits of fabric to cover their chests. Both males and females had bras on, all for supporting chests that put the mammoth pecs that Spikes had to utter shame. The rippling pack of abs that the naga sported? It looked like no one in the place had seen their toes in years, let alone their abs. Even the employees were well past chubby, some panting as hard as the patrons who were all eagerly eating away just from the act of moving at a glacial pace to pick up the stacks of plates that littered each and every table. The naga felt utterly out of place, but also strangely intrigued... The food couldn't have been that good, could it?

"Can I help... urp... Pardon, you?" Came a soft voice, snapping Spikes attention away from the scene before him and to the paunchy canine behind the greeting stand. Clad in a uniform that looked to have fit about ten good meals ago, she looked up at Spikes with a polite smile and a clipboard in her paws.

"Uhm... Yeah, I guess I'll have the buffet?"

"There's nothing else on the menu, so good choice." The hostess then peered behind Spikes, seeing the long tail which stretched out behind him nearly as tall as he was. "Uhm... Table with chairs alright? I will have them moved for you."

"That's fine, sure," Spikes replied, an eye-ridge lifting at the mention of an only-buffet menu.

"Okay, then right this way, please." The hostess again smiled and stepped out from behind the booth, giving Spikes a chance to fully take in how large she really was. There had to have been more than a couple X's in front of her uniform's size, and it was still straining to hold all of her in. Her top was barely hanging on, the buttons all straining as diamonds of brown fur stuck out between them. Her pants were no better, a sight that the naga got to see once he started following the canine to his table. A pair of balloons looked to be jockeying for position in a grocery bag behind the canine, and the sway as she walked looked to match the timing of Spikes' tail lashing back and forth as he slithered on after her. He was mindful of that long, thick appendage of his, making sure to not hit any chairs as he weaved towards his table behind his heavy hostess. He did bump one or two still, though, and gave a couple nods of apology before finally reaching his destination.

"Here we are. Now just go ahead and start grabbing whatever you want to eat. I'll get these chairs moved out of the way while you do." The hostess then turned back to look at Spikes for a moment, biting her lip slightly before speaking again. "And don't be afraid to load up on a few plates... You look like you could use it."

"Uhm, okay, thanks..." Spikes replied incredulously. He had never been told he needed to eat more, nor had someone look at him in concern... It was usually awe at just how sculpted he was. Just what was this place? He didn't want to ask, though, as the scent of food was reaching his tongue and nose. That scent was enticing beyond words, and the naga could practically feel himself vibrate as his stomach let out an angry, hungry growl. He had just come from the gym after all, and after a few hours of sculpting himself into even more of a herculean example of a naga, he had worked up an appetite. The smell of the food was just feeding into that appetite, and as such... He needed to eat. Badly.

Slithering over to the buffet line, Spikes saw what looked to be the largest spread of food ever laid out. Everything was there; lamb, pork, steaks of all kinds, a full salad bar, various pastas, breads... Rows of food stretched on for yards before the naga. Spikes had no idea where to start with such an overwhelming choice before him, but as he reached down to grab a plate, he felt the heft of said plate and took pause. The 'plate' which he had grasped looked more like a platter, easily double the size of what he had at home. Again, it was an odd sight to Spikes, but he shrugged it off easier now that he was starting to see this place for what it was. He was still curious as to why he, of every other fur, had been recommended to come, but... A meal was a meal, and he had already ordered to why not get some food.

Driven by his nose, and his natural hunger for all things meaty, the naga wound up with a plate with a lot of red and very little green on it by the time he slithered back to his table. The chairs had indeed been removed by that point, and his table was cleared with a pitcher of water and a large mug on it, accompanied by the usual salt, pepper, and various sauces that came with buffet eating. Putting his platter down with a grunt, Spikes settled down onto his tail into the best sitting approximation a naga could muster as he coiled his tail around the base of the table to keep others from tripping over the long, thick appendage behind him. All he had to do was eat... And with the smells coming off the spread in front of him driving him mad, Spikes wasted no time arming himself with utensils and digging in. He cut off a large hunk of steak, brought it to his lips, and...

Experienced nirvana, unlike anything he had ever come close to before.

The steak was perfect beyond words. Seared to perfection. Done just enough to be perfect. Perfectly marbled with ribbons of juicy fat. It barred description what he had put in his mouth, so much so that when the rest of it vanished into his gullet in such rapid fashion that the naga had no memory of eating it other than the lingering taste of that perfect meat on his tongue, he was almost not surprised. Spikes had never, ever had food that well cooked in his life, and he was utterly flabbergasted by how indescribably good it was. The quality alone was stunning, but he also worried about consistency... And immediately stopped that worry once he took one bite of the ribs he also had on his platter of a plate. They, too, were in every single sense of the word, perfect. The sauce, the way the meat melted in the mouth, how small the bones were compared to what they could have been... It was utter heaven on a plate for the naga, and as such, he devoured those ribs in record time as well. The potatoes were perfect, the gravy was perfect, the ham was perfect... Every single food item that the naga ate was perfect. Heaven on a plate was a term that had been tossed around before in the company of Spikes, but this was the first time that he had found it, and he loved it.

Spikes was in heaven until his fork scraped an empty platter. He then was in hell; an empty-plated hell in which he would need to go and get more to eat. Uncoiling his tail and slithering fast enough to be mistaken for running, the naga rapidly moved back to the buffet line for another platter of food. This time though, he opted for two dishes; the perfection of the food had awoken the deep-seated hunger inside of him that rarely came out to play. Something carnal, animalistic in its nature, was coming out from Spikes as he moved along the buffet line and scooped portions that would make even some hogs blush onto his platters. He almost felt lucky to have as strong arms as he did at that point, able to hold plates piled high with pounds of food in each arm. It was well past what he would typically eat, but the naga didn't care one bit; he was hungry now, and this food was going to fill that black hole which had formed in his midsection.

Bringing both plates back to his table after a few minutes of choosing just what he was to eat, Spikes tucked in again to start really eating. Manners were fading as fast as the food was being pushed down his throat, sometimes whole as the snake part of his naga form began to shine through. Whole potatoes, a couple steaks... They just went down his throat in whole, hard gulps that sent a bulge through his neck. This wasn't to say that Spikes couldn't taste his meal, as he savored every new flavor that graced his tongue. No, he was just so focused on eating that he forgot to chew at times, and as such, it came as little surprise that his sculpted abs began to round out after just another half-platter of food. It was subtle, but there was a food baby growing inside of the naga assuredly, and it was only going to get bigger if he kept eating at the pace that he was. Spikes had no intention of slowing his pace, so that food baby did indeed grow, and grow, and grow. So much so that by the time he had polished off both of his platters, he looked to be less of a Greek god and more of a Greek poet. His upper body was still as sculpted as ever, not an ounce of fat hiding his bulging pecs or his impressive biceps. His stomach, though, was undeniably rounder, a bulge of food and excess that was pressing his washboard abs out into a dome of food. Spikes paid it no mind though, so focused on food that he didn't even notice what that food was doing him.

More platters came and went, each as grandiose as the next, and each vanishing as fast as the previous one. The water pitcher on the table was being used as a glass by the naga at that point, and with each successive 'meal' that he consumed, at least one of those pitchers wound up alongside the growing stack of plates on the table. Spikes again paid that no mind though, and just kept on in his vain attempt to fill his stomach with something, anything that could decrease the carnal need to feed which had taken root in his mind. None of the platters seemed to find success in that venture though, so on and on Spikes ate with abandon. Steak, ribs, pork shoulder, lamb, potatoes, gravies, greens, pheasant, duck... All of that and so much more Spikes just ate with a gluttonous gusto that he had never seemed to possess, or at least his former figure would have suggested as much.

Speaking of his figure, the muscled god of weight-lifting and dieting that Spikes had been when he had entered the restaurant was fading as fast as the simple needs for moderation that were quietly biting at the back of the naga's brain. Digestion had started around his fifth platter, and as such fat was beginning to find it's way onto his frame at a frantic pace. His stomach was still a swollen boulder of food, sticking well over a foot out in front of him now but now showing a single ounce of sag as it was packed tight with tens of thousands of succulent calories. The fat that was being added to his frame was all winding up on his tail, the long, massive appendage seeming to just expand as though it were a balloon on tap. Some fat did find its way to his arms and chest, of course, softening the cut features of the naga but only making them look larger as more flesh found its way to cover those already-bulging aspects of the naga. However, Spikes' tail took the brunt of his weight gain, and it showed rather quickly. The lean, cut muscle that had shown through the scales of the naga? Gone, and in its place were bulges of heft that seemed to just swell with nearly every bite that Spikes took. Rolls of fat, albeit small ones, started to form at the base of that long tail where Spikes took a 'seat' every time he brought more platters back for him to consume. His slithering was less graceful as his tail bulged with weight, moving from a motion that looked almost majestic with the movements of his long tail sliding serenely back and forth, to a sort of awkward chugging that moved haphazardly to and fro. It was as if he had found a way for naga to waddle, and he was succumbing to it with each and every pound that he packed onto his frame. Spikes was showing little signs of stopping, though, and as such... Well, his frame continued to be ruined.

Such gluttonous destruction hadn't gone unnoticed by the staff, and the head chef of the restaurant made his way over to the table of the naga after his tenth trip to the buffet. Spikes saw the downright fat elk coming, and a twinge of fear washed over him. Was he going to be asked to leave? Or worse, to stop eating? The naga's brain was warped with greed for more food at this point, and as the fleeting thoughts of shame left his mind, all that concerned Spikes was getting more food.

"You've been enjoying yourself huh?" the buttery voice of the elk started, his rotund self coming to a stop right beside Spikes. "So glad to see someone enjoying my cooking this much. I'm Spike, the head che-"

"Heh..." Spikes managed to get out, swallowing hard before he spoke again. "I'm Spikes."

"Huh, small world there, nice to meet you. Anyways Spikes, just figured I'd ask if there was anything else we could do for you? I love watching someone enjoy my cooking this much, so if there's anything at all..."

"Can you have someone just keep the food coming? Moving to get more with these narrow pathways is hard." Spikes hadn't found the aisles between chairs constricting when he had first arrived, of course, but now that he was well on his way to becoming just like the fatsos he had gawked at upon first arriving... Things were getting a bit tighter for the naga. Spike looked to understand that completely too, giving a flick of his wrist to two employees who seemed to be doing nothing at the time off on the side of the restaurant. The two didn't even come over to the table, instead, they just went right to the buffet line and began loading up platters for Spikes; they'd clearly seen what he had been grabbing.

"Excellent. Anything else?" The elk looked on expectantly, but the naga was already back into the throes of eating, hardly paying any mind to the head chef. Grinning to himself, the elk just gave a light pat to that fattening tail behind Spikes and waddled himself back off to the kitchen, leaving the naga to glut in peace once again. Spikes, of course, did just that, seeing the approval from the elk as his sign to really, completely let loose and just devour everything that he could. His snake heritage took over mentally at that point, and it was mere moments before Spikes lifted an entire plate to his face and just tipped it right on into his maw. The food atop it slid slowly but deliberately off its perch and down into the greedy gullet below, the strong throat muscles of the naga taking over once gravity had done its part. Down the hatch the food went, and right into Spikes' stomach, where it was processed into more fat for his frame in short order. Efficiency and savoring so many flavors at once was winning out, and that let Spikes start his gluttonous adventure in earnest.

With help and with his newfound freedom to actually eat, Spikes ballooned over the next several hours. He had come in at lunchtime, and within just a few hours, he had closed the place down from the fact that he was clearly going to eat the rest of the stock for the day. A few hours after that, and the kitchen was scrambling to find more food to cook. Then, just an hour later, the inevitable happened; Spikes finished off the last morsel of food inside the grand buffet. He had felt sated for a while by that point, but something deep inside him had compelled him to keep eating, and to keep on growing his form out into something even more than what he had been. Spikes was a bodybuilder for the sense of power that came with being as large as he was... But now, he was something far more as he finally stopped and took in just what he had done to himself.

Being that he was in a buffet, a wall of windows along the front of the restaurant acted as mirrors, and gave Spikes a chance to look over himself. Gone were any traces of muscle on the naga, and in their place was merely a tube of pure, unadulterated gluttony. Rolls upon rolls of fat, some feet deep, lined the sides of a tail which could have been mistaken for a mid-sized car both in size and weight. Spikes tried to give it a slither, any motion at all, but all that he managed was a pathetic wiggle that sent his rolling surface sloshing from the overblown tip of his tail all the way to the base of his torso for nearly a full minute. His tail looked like an ocean of lard, and it was attached to a torso that had fared no better. His belly stuck out yards before him, a taut sphere of food that looked to be nearly ready to burst. Spikes had been wearing clothes when he entered, but he was totally nude now... And thankfully, his belly kept him decent; otherwise, he would have been a touch embarrassed, though he now had a guess as to the real reason the buffet had closed early. Moving up from the grand sphere of his gut, the naga could see his pecs had blown up and fattened into moobs, which would assuredly need a bra to keep from being sloshed too much with any movement. His arms... They look like sacs of potatoes crammed into appendages that he hadn't even been able to bend in hours. His head was tilted up to where the naga had to look over the horizon of his cheeks to see his reflection, and even then, he only could see a portion of himself. Chins, neck? Tires of fat that encircled his head and prevented any movement. Cheeks? Chipmunks on their fullest and fattest days would be ashamed by the sheer size of what was attached to Spikes' face.

Simply put, the naga was utterly massive, a colossal example of what excess was, and a true testament to what happens when gluttony runs amok. He filled the restaurant to the point which a room that seated nearly 60 furs felt cramped with him and him alone in it. His stomach groaned and creaked as it tried to make any sense of the vast meal that had been crammed into it. His eyesight was growing less and less capable as his cheeks infringed more on his vision. His arms felt like useless weights on his torso. And yet...

"Got any mints?"