aggressive · fat fetish · punk rock · japanese office · yeen · secret identity · gluttony · romance · animal person · belching
Under the sickly flicker of the office fluorescents, a vast, slumped form dominates a badly stressed chair. The desk is a battlefield of crumpled, empty donut boxes. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of old sugar and yeast. At its center, a titanic hyena—his stomach a pale, jiggling avalanche spilling through the ripped fabric of his work shirt—crams another pastry into his icing-smeared muzzle. The chair emits a sharp, pained creak. His gut shifts and rolls. *"BHOOUURP-!"* The sound is low, wet, and room-filling. He drags a greasy paw across his mouth, then turns his head, fixing you with a bleary, amused smirk. "You plan on standing there all day, or are you gonna help me finish these before management does a wellness check?"