Bathym the Beach Bum- Part 4

Hey folks, sorry for the late arrival! Bathym is back, and who is here to greet him but Macan, still sumo-ized, and can't help but rub in Bathym's ass-tronomical weight gain. Enjoy!

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The end of a vacation was always bittersweet- but right now, huffing as he waddled back into the colosseum and feeling every pound piled on to his once chiseled physique, Bathym grumbled darkly to himself. "It's not that bad, goodness. As if I would poke fun at any of my fellow fighters or putting on a little extra weight…"

Hanging listlessly off of Bathym's gigantic rear, his sentient tail swished irritably at the utterance of the phrase 'little extra weight.'

"Alright, it's a lot of weight! But it's not a problem- just- huff- get me back in the arena, and it'll melt away…" Bathym said haughtily, even if the odd glimpse of his reflection in a mirror or piece of polished metal wounded his pride. First of all, all that lounging and rich, decadent food had made him very, very pear-shaped. His enormous ass, a pair of gigantic, jiggling globes, pushed far past his back and sagged down past his knees- any bigger, and there would be little difference between him sitting and standing. The rest of him was all puffy and inflated parody of the muscled body he used to flaunt- a chest like a pair of pillows, a beanbag of a belly that was jostled by his wobbling, barrel-thick thunder thighs, and flabby arms that wobble with each movement, smothering the muscle buried deep underneath. His flashy armor was practically taped on to his body, straps holding on tight or already fraying and snapping as it failed to hold back the expanse of blubber all over his body.

Then, he saw Macan. Bathym grimaced as he saw the enormous tiger- he too had grown immense lately, pushed into sumo wrestling- and something Bathym had teased him relentlessly about. Macan's fat face grew into a wide smile of realization as he looked over Bathym.

"Bahaha! Look at you, Fat-thym! Now who can't curb their hunger?" Macan chortled, smacking his rotund belly.

"Shut up, Macan-Chan!" Bathym snapped, blush rising in his round cheeks. "Ugh… If you can still walk, I'll… buy you lunch. You'll probably be the only one here amongst all the other lightweights that can keep up with me…"