Buffet Blitz- Part 2

After his binge in part 1, Blitz and the other Road Rovers try to slim him down- and it goes about as well as you'd expect. Enjoy!

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Exile, Colleen, and Hunter stood across the table from Blitz, eyes wide and mouths clamped shut, the three Road Rovers unwilling to be the first one to say something. When he had left for the mission to pacify Bo Fiery, a seemingly mad celebrity chef, the doberman had been as vain and proud as he ever was, in love with his perfectly sculpted, muscular body- and now, he was a blubbery, bloated parody of himself.

"So… you had a good time at Flavorville?" Hunter finally asked, stifling a giggle as Colleen smacked his chest.

"Hunter."

"Sorry, sorry." Hunter held up his hand as Blitz glowered at him, his jaw sinking into multiple chins. "Look, buddy, you, uh… you got a little out of control there, but we can fix that."

Blitz sniffed, grabbing the thick folds of his belly, and giving it a good shake. "You think you can fix this? It is your filthy American food that ruined my beautiful body!"

"Oh, yeah, because I'm the one waddling his way around to his next plate of schnitzel."

"Boys, enough!" Colleen said, putting herself between Blitz and Hunter. "Blitz, Hunter is offering to help, and it is obvious you could use some. Each of us will pitch in to get you into fighting shape again."

"Yeah, you're going to start going on runs with me, champ. I'm in charge of your cardio." Hunter said, patting Blitz' flabby back.

"You'll start lifting with me," Exile added.

"And I am in charge of your diet," Colleen said with a note of finality.

Blitz scoffed. "I don't need help!" He flexed his arm, thick reams of fat bunching up and then sagging. "This vill all melt off like butter! I am in complete control of myself!"

The other three Rovers exchanged looks between themselves, then slid a plate across the table to Blitz, a rich, heavily frosted cinnamon bun. Hunter began counting down as Blitz' nose already began to twitch "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…"

Blitz lunged for the bun, greedily shoving it into his mouth, swallowing it in one bite, and licking his fingers. Realizing what he had just done, the blubbery doberman crossed his flabby arms and pouted, trying not to look any of the other Rovers in the eye.

"Yeah, zat's about what we thought," Exile said, shaking his head.

"We'll start tomorrow, champ," Hunter said. "I'll see you bright and early for some cardio!"

Blitz was used to workouts being easy- ever since he had become a Rover, pumping iron and long runs were as easy and natural to him as breathing, and his cherished physique was sculpted as easily as clay.

That was not at all how things were going right now. Blitz had been fairly optimistic about his chances of all the excess weight he had piled on in one day melting off like butter, but it had become very clear things had changed.

"Come on Blitz, it's time to hustle!" Hunter clapped his hands, jogging in place.

The nearly orb-shaped doberman huffed and wheezed, tongue lolling out as he panted, fumbling for a protein bar in his pocket. "These laps have to be over by now…"

"Blitz, buddy…" Hunter awkwardly gestured to the track. "We just walked from our quarters to the training field. We made a detour at the kitchen for a protein bar, remember?"

"Ugh… right…" Blitz had to maneuver around his own belly to reach the bar, earning a raised brow from Hunter.

"Isn't that your third one? You're supposed to have one as a snack. Colleen's rules."

"Guh, she can bite my oversized tooshie," Blitz snapped, tearing into the protein bar. "These things taste awful anyways."

"Uh-huh. You earned an extra lap for that." Hunter smacked the doberman's blubbery rear, causing no small amount of jiggling. "Get to it!"

Blitz groaned loudly, lumbering into a waddling trot as he started down the track. As soon as he was certain Blitz was out of earshot, Hunter reached for his comm. "Hey, Colleen? We're already hitting a snag… he's already on his third bar and it's not even breakfast time. Can you clear out the kitchen? Well… I don't know, we've got refrigerated vaults, store it in there! Yeah, I guess it's a lot of food to move, but you wanted to be the Diet Czar." Hunter lowered his comm as Blitz came chugging around the bend. "You're doing great, buddy! Only three laps to go!" The doberman let out a pained moan. "Yeah… we're going to need to hide all the good food now. It'll be lucky if he can make it another lap."

Later, Colleen was preparing Blitz's breakfast. "Now- that's three egg whites and yogurt with some granola, two strawberries and- Blitz?" She planted her hand on her hip. "Are you paying attention? I'm not going to be making your meals every day, I'm only showing you how to cook for yourself."

"Hm?" Blitz looked up, his snout buried in the pantry as he shoved aside rice cakes and more protein bars. "Oh, ja, ja- but I vas vondering, vhere is the, ah… the rest of the food?"

Colleen rolled her eyes. "I hate it when Hunter is right… we've removed temptation from your path, as it were. All the snacks, the biscuits, the bacon…"

"...und the strudel I saved for a rainy day?" Blitz gulped, his voice pained.

"Yes, all pastries are gone as well."

It was like the doberman had been shot, he whined so loudly, clutching his plush chest.

"Oh, quit your caterwauling!" Colleen snapped, flicking his nose. "It's not like you'll never have anything like that again. You just need to get your weight under control."

Slumping forward, his belly spilling over his thighs, Blitz groaned. "Fine, fine… vhat else about breakfast?"

Throughout the rest of the day, Blitz felt utterly dejected. He had thought that, perhaps, he could at least reward himself at the end of all this- just a nibble of apple streudel, some bacon, anything. Now, his immediate future was nothing but cardio, egg whites, and cardio. Exile had just finished going over his new weightlifting routine, leaving Blitz panting, but just as he was about to drag himself to the showers, his nose twitched. He smelled something strong- something delicious. Cinnamon, sugar, bacon grease… the good food. The rest of the team didn't throw it out, they had merely hidden it! A new burst of willpower energized him to haul his heavy body up, and he began following his nose. The scent grew stronger as he headed into the lower levels of the Rovers' headquarters, the smells strongest behind one of the vaults they kept for dealing with the usual threats. It was locked- but that wouldn't be a problem for long.

With his powerful bite, Blitz cut through the lock, forcing the door open by throwing his full weight against it, his eyes went wide, his mouth salivating- every tantalizing morsel the Rovers had tucked away was here; juicy bacon and steaks, decadent sweets, snacks of every stripe all stuffed into one location. The doberman shuddered- just one treat. Just one, and he would be good to go. But what should he go for? He spotted some of that strudel- but he could really go for some nicely cooked bacon. On the other hand, he had always enjoyed a good steak… Blitz's mind reeling from the variety before him, he began cradling everything that looked good to him in his plush arms. Waddling out of the vault, he took his first bite- and already he knew he wasn't going to be stopping at just one treat.

Some hours later, Blitz had dragged himself- literally- back to the gym with the last vestiges of the Rovers' food supply, thinking vainly he could burn off some calories and maybe they wouldn't notice- but with his avalanche of a gut smothering the treadmill before he could even step on it, that was a far off fantasy. Blitz had eaten himself to near immobility, the sheer reams of blubber billowing out of his body splitting away his clothes, inflating every part of his body- his keg-sized thighs and the immense mass of his boulder belly forced his legs apart, his plush, immense rear like a pair of beanbag chairs pushed against one another, weighed down by the layers of back fat. He huffed, cheeks billowing as he forced the last bit of food into his hungry maw- finally sated.

Blitz was struck by a moment of post-binge clarity; the other Rovers would not be happy- he had eaten all their food, too, after all. This would mean more dieting… and they probably wouldn't let him out of their sight. Whining softly to himself, hands sinking deep into the layers of fat caked on to his body, he had one idea- he would treat them to dinner, the whole team- maybe that would be enough to get them off his case, or at least start to smooth things over. Maybe he could call Bo Fiery to set something up…