Determined to Date

Rigby and Reggie are both living large- who knows what they're guarding anymore, but for now, they're just bros being brofriends. Enjoy!

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Rigby had decided that take-out and delivery was really the best way to do his dinner dates with Reggie- the fact he had got himself stuck in Grillby's biggest booth was just a side issue, really. Besides, what else did he need but lots of good food and his brofriend? Well, maybe a bigger couch…

The massive lapine guard cradled his extra large, triple shake thick and a burger nearly as large as his head, and then eased himself onto the couch. It protested loudly as his immense, blubbery rear settled across two thirds of the seating space. His feet ached from hauling his weight around, his barrel-sized thighs splayed as his sloshing belly filled his lap. That belly had become the most impressive thing about Rigby, now- an absolute avalanche of blubber that dominated his frame, topped with a pair of overstuffed pillows that passed as his once muscular chest. Rigby's arms were as plump as marshmallows, and his face had lost its chiseled features. His face was round as a cream pie, with inflated cheeks and tire-like extra chins. He barely looked like the hunky royal guard he was a while ago- but Reggie didn't care.

To be fair, Reggie hadn't gotten out of their constant burger dates unscathed- the dragon didn't fit in his armor anymore, either, but his deep chest and muscular arms were still very impressive.

"So… like…" Rigby glanced over to Reggie, his belly spilling into the dragon's lap. "Do you still… like me, bro? Like this?"

Reggie snorted, elbowing the lardy lapine in his thick love handle. "Dude, shut up. Of course I do. I love you, bro."

"And by that, you mean like… you love me, bro, or you love me, bro?" Rigby asked, glancing nervously at Reggie.

"I mean, I love you. Dumbass." Reggie chuckled, squeezing at Rigby's belly. "Eat your burger, man- I got a special dessert just for you."