Soltan yawned loudly, attempting to stretch his arms, but seeing as they were already pushed as far out as they could go, due to having pounds upon pounds of fat piled on them, the effort was in vain.
He had been placed near the entrance, directly across the way from the red panda, who would occasionally make a comment about his weight or appetite. If he could move, he’d roll on top of the little punk. Instead, the flabby tabby was just stuck sitting there on his rear, which spread out far behind and around him, lifting him away from the cool linoleum and making him as tall sitting as he would be standing. His legs just dangled uselessly a couple feet off the ground, poor, abused feet barely poking out of the rings of fat that were his legs.
Another customer came in. Soltan attempted to wave, but mostly just dragged his bloated arm across his gigantic moobs, which flowed up and away from him, smooshing into his cheeks, causing his speech to come out muffled.
"Wecom to Hord-Whurr, enjy yur fifit!"
The customer just chuckled and papped his wobbly chest as they went about their business. The last couple days had played out like this; he’d shrink down after work, for some reason unable to get any smaller than "barely mobile", then come back early the next day and squeeze in the normal doors, just to fatten up to this size before everyone else showed up. Most people assumed he was too fat to actually leave the store now.
Once in a while, a regular would come around and plop a big candy bar in his paw. Soltan was sadly unable to reach it to his mouth, but the red panda, giggling, would run over and shove it in for him, using the opportunity to climb all over him and poke more fun at his weight. Soltan was just waiting for his paw to stray a little too close to his mouth...
Excerpt from the story Loki and I wrote with the pic from Calorie that fits it really well =3