Buffet Blitz- Part 1

Blitz of Road Rovers fame has to settle a score with a celebrity chef, and bites off more than he can chew. Enjoy!

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"In a bizarre turn of events, celebrity chef Bo Fiery has taken several of his own guests at his buffet, Flavorville. Even stranger are his demands- a meeting with, quotation, 'Blitz, the worst-looking Road Rover, and no one else.' What this goal is meant to achieve, no one is certain."

Hunter, leader of the Road Rovers, paused the video feed, blowing air out of his cheeks. "Well. I wonder who he's trying to reach with that announcement."

"It's obvious…" Colleen sighed. "What're the chances he's already heard it?"

"Hopefully, not zho much," Exile, the strongest of the Rovers, replied. "He waz in the gym last I zaw him."

Hunter nodded. "Well… if we make a plan, we might be able to keep him calm and-"

"That puny little punk!" The rest of the Rovers turned to spot Blitz, already bearing his razor-sharp fangs as he stormed into their command room. The doberman Rover palmed his fist, tensing his musclebound arms. "I remember Fiery- he's that hack chef vith the awful fatty foods, who I rightly criticized for making Americans unhealthy. You of all people should be on my side, Hunter! It's your puny fellow citizens he is sabotaging!"

"American diets aside," Hunter began. "Blitz, c'mon, man. This is obviously a trap. Let me or Exile handle this. You're going to let this guy get to you over one mild insult?"

"You vould understand, Hunter, if you vere as perfectly handsome as me," Blitz snarled, flexing his two well-sculpted arms. "I am going, and if any of you try and stop me, I'll tear your tushie apart."

Hunter held up his hands, and let Blitz storm off. Colleen gave him a stern look. "What? I warned him. You all heard it."

"It's Blitz, Hunter. When has he ever listened to us the first time?" Colleen returned.

"Alright, well, look- it's one zany celebrity chef who went mental over a personal grudge, and he's a superpowered cano-sapien like the rest of us. We'll monitor the situation, and if he gets in trouble, we'll hit the road. Okay?"

Blitz made it to Fiery's Flavorville Buffet, and barged past the police barricade. "Step aside, step aside- Blitz is here to save the day!" Flashing a toothy smile, the doberman pushed the doors open and charged into the restaurant.

Meeting the Road Rover was Bo Fiery, with frosted blond tips in his hair and clad in a hawaiian shirt. Armed, he smirked as Blitz entered. "Well, look who decided to show up- the flavor buzzkill. Listen, Fido, I had a good thing going on until you ragged on my restaurant. Nobody comes here to eat healthy, numbnuts. It's a buffet. But now nobody will touch my food after you attacked it, and like- have you even tried my food?"

"Listen, puny man, I vouldn't touch your burgers or fried chicken or vhatsits if you paid me- it takes premium fuel to keep this body in top physical condition," Blitz smirked, posing as he flexed his arms, puffing up his powerfully built chest.

"Okay, sure, fine- here's my deal, Rover. Try one of my meals- I've got a full buffet here- and give an honest review of my food, and I'll let my hostages go."

Blitz stared at Bo. "You did all this just to get me to try your food? And vhat's stopping me from snapping you in two like a twig, Flavor boy?"

"Well, if your squeaky clean reputation as a superhero isn't enough, it's a pretty simple request, right? Eat one burger, hot wing, whatever you want, tell me what you really think, and then it's over- if it's as disgusting as you think it is, well, then you get to embarrass me a second time." Fiery explained. "Buffet's all set up, so you can pick whatever you want."

"Hmph. Very vell." Blitz took a seat at a nearby table. "This vill be over quickly- go ahead, Flavor boy- hit me vith your best shot."

"With pleasure." Fiery stepped back, never taking his eyes off Blitz, and reached for a large, juicy burger, sliding it across the table to Blitz.

The doberman, also never taking his eyes off the chef, grabbed the burger and took a ferocious bite. He inhaled sharply as the meat hit his tongue, his eyes dilating. Oh no. It was delicious.

Bo Fiery was hanging over the table, watching the doberman's reaction. "So?"

Blitz slammed his fist on the table. "Get me another!"

Bo Fiery smirked. "Right away, man."

Blitz's self control was actively breaking down. That burger was the best thing he had ever tasted- and the second one Bo set in front of him was even better. He didn't wait for Bo to bring him more; bolting from his table, he attacked the chef's buffet, grabbing for burgers, chicken wings, steak, chili, fries, and anything in between. The doberman was gorging himself, never giving Fiery his long-waited review, but always reaching for another morsel. There was a slowly dimming voice screaming in his head about ruining his perfect physique, but there was a far louder voice demanding more.

Soon, Blitz was beginning to slow down, looking for desserts- cakes, cookies, pies, and again relying on Bo to hand him more. Finally, it seemed like he was on his last bite, the doberman finally full.

"So, Blitz, what do you think of my food?" Fiery asked, holding up his phone to record.

"Augh.. vunderbar!" Blitz said through clenched teeth as he teared into one last slice of cake. "It is good, zer gut! Is that vhat you vant to hear?"

"Yep! We're done, here- I got what I needed." Fiery said, smirking as he turned off his phone. "But here, let me share a few things with you- first of all, there are no hostages."

Blitz swerved around. "Vhat?"

"I made it all up. Had to get you here somehow, man. But also, hey- check out how you look on my live feed." Fiery slid the phone over to Blitz, and the doberman felt his jaw fall open. He looked enormous! The video on the phone showed him as a hugely obese, inflated parody of himself. Looking down, he was met with the stretched out expanse of his plush chest and his enormous, sprawling belly. He scrambled to his feet, wedged into the table until he knocked it over and staggering to his feet.

Every part of him was doughy and soft, but especially his belly- he had become top-heavy and apple-shaped, his belly an enormous globe that bounced with every faltering, waddling step. His jaw rested against multiple chins and round cheeks, every sharp edge made round, every toned muscle now so much malleable dough packed on to his frame. He could feel how soft, heavy, slow, and full he had become. Blitz whined softly, his ears splaying.

"We're all done here, man- but hey, you really seemed to like your visit to Flavorville. Let me know when you wanna come back, big guy!" Fiery smacked Blitz's wide, jiggling rear, making the dog yelp. He stumbled forward, waddling out the wide doors and facing the crowd of reporters waiting outside. Blitz whined again, dreading what would happen when he got back to Road Rover base… and starting to think towards what he was going to have for dinner.