Cobra finished eating his breakfast. It was a simple meal with scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice. Decently filling and with a healthy amount of protein to keep his body in peak condition. He was about to exit the kitchen when he saw Blaire.
His sister was always a bigger eater than him. But did she really have to eat this much so early in the morning? The younger rabbit’s plate was covered with pancakes and French toast sticks. Both drenched with butter and syrup. And of course, she had full fat milk to wash it all down.
“Seriously, Blaire? How many calories do you need? You’re not even a fighter.” The dark gray rabbit inquired with a sigh.
Blaire was already stuffing her face full of pancakes when she looked up at him. Clearly not seeing the issue. “Whuth wrong widh eating a bunch for breakfast?” She spoke with her mouth full. Taking a brief moment to swallow. “It’s the most important meal of the day, y’know?”
“Yeah, well if your lunch matches it in size, you’re just gonna run through that energy fast.” Cobra crossed his arms. Concerned as he was annoyed by Blaire’s appetite. The woman was sporting a belly due to all the eating she constantly did when she wasn’t binging anime. And while she was binging anime. Nobody else noticed thanks to her baggy hoodie hanging out far enough to take any attention off of it, but she had quite a belly. The evidence of how little discipline she had compared to her brother.
The white rabbit paid her brother no mind. Continuing to chow down like before she was interrupted. Cobra’s disappointed gaze became more intense. And soon, his hand was on a pancake. “You know what,” he asked. “I’m just gonna take some of this off your plate. Will do your body some good.” Now he was the one speaking through food. And as much as Cobra hated to admit it, these pancakes were rather delicious. He grabbed another out of what must have been eight of them with his gloved hand and swallowed it down. Stifling a burp.
As this was happening, Blaire looked up at him, still not understanding what he was being so uppity for. She pushed the plate towards him. Scooting her chair back and heading off to her room. “If you want it, go for it. I have some snacks calling me anyway.”
Cobra scoffed. “Maybe I will. And I’ll get those snacks of yours too!” The older man finished what he started. Finishing the rest of the pancakes, french toast, and the cup of milk. Already, he was thinking up ways to find Blaire’s stash of snacks to confiscate. They were the children of a valiant protector. How come he was the only one who acted like it? “Pssh! Whatever.” Cobra walked out of the house for his daily patrol. He was filled with more food than he wanted to eat, but that wouldn’t stop him from protecting the town.
As he walked with a bit of a sluggish gait, his stomach gurgled. Complaining about taking in so much already. Regardless, the gray rabbit walked around town. Stopping whatever misdemeanors were occurring and receiving thanks from citizens. The only problem was how thankful they were. He had made dinner plans already with a lady he saved from being swindled, and it still wasn’t lunch time. He would just have to train some more later, he supposed.
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Cobra stretched his joints. Getting himself limbered up before decimating a sandbag with a punch which ruptured its outer shell. He then took a deep breath, pleased with how strong he had become. At the moment, he was in the dojo his father owned when he was still alive and guardian of the town. Far away from anyone who would bother him. But despite the distance, the influence of others wasn’t entirely lost in the sacred training area.
Turning around, Cobra walked over to a gift basket that yet another thankful citizen gave to him. With flowers and chocolates inside, it wasn’t really something a warrior like him had much use for. But it would’ve been rude to turn it down, so the rabbit was stuck with it.
“Might as well finish this off.” He removed the flowers from the basket. Placing them in a pot out by the door so that they would get their needed sunlight. Sitting down on the stone steps, he got to the second part of the basket. Popping a piece of chocolate in his mouth. It was surprisingly crunchy due to the nuts on the inside reinforcing it. They had some fight to them that Cobra appreciated.
After that first piece, the rest became more obviously rewarding to eat. The satisfying pops of the peanuts as he bit down on them resounded in his ears, quickly being silenced as they were swallowed. In no time, he was already down to the last piece. Not that he noticed with how mindlessly he ate them all. Finishing that last piece, he placed a hand on his stomach.
It was as hardened by training as ever. Though, if he wasn’t mistaken, it did push out just a few inches farther than usual. Cobra poked his stomach, testing its give. Finding it gave just that little bit less resistance. Nothing to worry about though, he figured. Nothing another day of training wouldn’t fix.
The rabbit spent the next few hours meditating to hone his mind. Silencing all thoughts of his needs or responsibilities. He sat above the steps of the dojo for about thirty minutes. There was still a lot he would need to learn in order to best fill his father’s role. For the time being however, it was about time to head home.
Making the trek back to his house, Cobra saw Blaire sitting on the couch with a worried expression. She looked afraid of something. Cobra put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her shaking. “Is something wrong?” He asked her.
The white rabbit shuddered a little before looking into his eyes. “It’s just awful! I ended up biting off more than I can chew, and now I’m in a total mess I can’t back out of!” Cobra gritted his teeth. Looking into her eyes.
He gripped Blaire’s shoulders tightly as he asked, “Did those punks from down the street get you involved in one of their deals?” She shook her head. “Well, whatever is going on, I’m putting a stop to it.”
Blaire looked relieved. Moving in to hug Cobra. “Thank you thank you thank you! You subbing in will make things a lot easier on me.”
Once she let go of him, Cobra gently pressed on her head. “Just tell me where to go.” Heading to the address Blaire told him, the gray rabbit cracked his knuckles. He saw a great number of people around him. But he was just interested in the one with a pink shirt and gray pants. He walked up to the orange cat. “Alright, let’s make this simple. I’ve come to settle whatever you’ve gotten my sister wrapped up in. So just tell me where to direct my attention.”
The jolly looking cat chuckled, “How eager of you! Well if you’re gonna be so upfront, you just need to step right on over there.” He pointed behind himself, where a large stage above the large lot stood. Cobra did so, only instead of some gang member trying to fight him, he found a chair and table. The cat pushed him into the seat, then grabbed more of the people around and got them their own seats.
“There we go! Now this eating contest can begin properly!”
“Huh?” Cobra looked around himself. It was just like the cat said, the tables were set up in front of a crowd all too eager to see a bunch of people stuff themselves silly. What Blaire had gotten involved in wasn’t a dangerous situation, but just a frightening competition!
Before he could try to back out, a large bowl was placed before Cobra, along with the other contestants. And it just so happened to be his favorite spicy ramen brand. So it’s an endurance test. Maybe this won’t be totally pointless after all. He picked up his chopsticks. Waiting for the signal and beginning to down the bowl.
Spices mixed into the broth began to dance on the warrior’s tongue. It was a familiar sensation to him with how much of the stuff he ate. Though, clearly it was already proving to be too much for the other competitors. They were already reaching for the milk jugs given to each contestant, practically admitting their premature defeat. The only one who hadn’t given in to such weakness was a bull sitting right beside him.
The black bull had quite the gut, which pressed against his belt. An iron stomach to behold. But Cobra wasn’t intimidated. An actual challenge actually got his blood pumping. Soon, the two were neck and neck, downing several bowls of noodles while the others around them dropped out of the fray.
Cobra stared the bull in his piercing red eyes as they ate at the same intense pace. After a few minutes of straight eating, he was beginning to feel the burn in his muscles from the repetitive movements and on his tongue due to the spice. Still, he stood (or rather sat) determined. The same could be said for the bull who snorted, making smoke burst forth from his nostrils.
Unbeknownst to the rabbit, the effects on his body weren’t only temporary ailments. His rock hard stomach pushed out further. Teasing the button on his pants, which subtly creaked too quietly for anyone to hear over the competition.
By this point, the rest of the contestants dropped like flies, leaving only Cobra and the black bull. They both ate like rabid animals, their respective clothing articles getting closer to their breaking points. Cobra groaned. He could feel his face burning, changing from a cool gray to a steaming hot red. Meanwhile his opponent was starting to sweat.
It was only once the fwash of a belt buckle snapping was heard that the bull relented. He laid back, the building pressure made his belly button pop out. Letting out a small belch, he made it clear he was defeated by waving a tiny white flag. Cobra smirked, smacking his own overstuffed gut.
Ping!
“Huh? What was that noise?” Before Cobra could investigate the source of the noise he just heard, his arm was raised into the air. As the only contestant to not surrender, he was declared the winner. Receiving a mix of excited cheers and amused laughter. Amusement at what, he was uncertain. Though, a good number of the people in the audience were able to clearly see the discarded button on the ground…
“Wow, so you really won?! You’re the best!” Blaire said before hugging her brother. Cobra looked rather unamused, but didn’t oppose her congratulations. He was just glad to know he got her out of a sticky situation. He even received some prize money, which could surely be used to get him a new sandbag. Maybe even ten! So he stayed where he was, accepting the hug.
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After his stellar performance at the ramen eating contest, Cobra found himself receiving even more attention than usual. His appetite was constantly being tested by adoring fans giving him gifts or asking him out to dinner. Being the honorable guy he was, he found himself unable to resist accepting the gifts. He was still getting his training in, but the excess of calories fought back against most of the progress he made.
His top half was both firm and plush. His muscled arms remained as in top shape as ever, but were not constantly orbiting a round pair of moobs and a belly topped with rolls. He was getting big for sure. But that amount of pudge was nothing compared to his lower body. It was as if all of the calories Cobra ingested were funneled directly to his hips and ass. His carrot cake easily spilled out of his ill fitting pants. It was bulbous, flabby, and plain phat!
Despite his greatly increased size, Cobra didn’t let himself be too weighed down. He continued serving as the town’s protector. Though, the criminals he faced seemed a lot less intimidated by him lately. That was until they received a heavy punch to the face. That action made any job much simpler.
Patrolling the streets, Cobra suddenly heard a shrill scream. Turning to face where it came from, he peered into an alleyway. The rabbit’s shadow blacked out a good chunk of the building wall beside him. While he lumbered his way to the scene, a woman was in the middle of having her purse snatched by a raccoon.
“Paw it over already, lady! I don’t wanna attract any… attention.” The raccoon could make out the ears of the town’s protector. With a burst of strength, he snagged the woman’s bag and began to dash away from her. Cobra fully turned the corner, finding only the woman. With her instruction, he chased after the perpetrator.
Each heavy step he made was heard by the surrounding onlookers. His sheer weight threatened to crack the concrete beneath him. Cobra was right on the tail of the raccoon, who even with his great speed, was struggling to cover enough distance to get away. He hopped a nearby fence, hoping that would halt the fatty.
Just seconds later, the metal fence was broken down by a powerful strike. But the raccoon was nowhere to be found. Now without his target in sight, Cobra was forced to search multiple sections of the town. Becoming more worn out with each passing moment.
It was then in one abandoned parking lot, that he heard a rustle coming from a large trash bin. Still unsure of whether he was on the right track, the rabbit kicked a rock at it. The metal was dented and out from the dumpster came a frightened squeal. Lo and behold, the raccoon was hiding in the dumpster.
“This is the end of the line for you. Why don’t you come out quietly.” Cobra told him. Preparing to rattle him more if he didn’t leave immediately.
“Oh I’ll come out alright!” The raccoon retorted. He leapt out of the dumpster, falling onto the ground before recovering to make another break for it. Cobra grunted as he did his best to stop him. He ended up tripping over right onto the criminal. Squashing him under his massive rear.
“Grr! How are you so heavy?” The raccoon asked. Unable to pry himself out from under him.
“Well trained muscles.” Cobra told him. Not realizing his fat ass was almost all blubber at this point. “Now hand over the purse before I have to pry it from your unconscious body.” He threatened. The raccoon gave in, sliding the purse out in front of himself.
After returning the purse to the woman and making sure the raccoon was properly punished for his crimes, Cobra headed back home. He was sweating buckets after all of the excitement. With no more energy left, he dropped his colossal ass onto the couch. The action made more of his bare booty slip out of his pants, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Blaire wandered into the room. Having just finished talking to some friends. “Oh hey, Cobra! Long day?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. Just hand over whatever junk you have!” Blaire nodded, handing him a couple of bags of chips and letting him rest. Cobra sighed, leaning back and airing out his morbidly obese body. Occasionally munching on the salty chips. Being the town’s protector had as many perks as it did strenuous downsides, but that came with the territory. He would just have to bear with it until he was sure everyone was safe for good. For the time being though, Cobra thought about the next dinner he promised to attend. Maybe he’d have more energy after that.
