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They called him Lovehandles. Nicknames were not uncommon amongst the squads of Illidari that came forth to defend Azeroth from the hordes of Kil'jaeden and his ilk. They bred familiarity and comradery, and made legends out of particularly effective Illidari with frightful names like "Dark Slasher" and "Blood Drinker". However, it was doubtful that even a Wyrmtongue would quake in their boots at the name "Lovehandles". If they knew the reason he was called that however, things might be a little different. Lovehandles had particularly large, well, love handles. He developed these after becoming a Demon Hunter because when the fel blood overtook him in the heat of battle, his favorite way of dispatching a demon was by swallowing it whole. After a battle, Lovehandles would waddle back to his team, flushed face and gurgling belly, embarrassed at the fact that not only had the fel blood clouded his mind, but that he was simply bloated beyond imagination with demon meat.

When Lovehandles wasn't gorging on demons in defense of Azeroth, he quite enjoyed a comfortable life on Dalaran. A crowded city to be sure, but as it was the current foci of defense for the entire planet, it was well stocked with food and drink for all.

Currently Lovehandles was lounging in a hookah bar in the neutral zone of Dalaran. He put a pipe up to his fanged lips and enjoyed the hot smoke floating lazily into his mouth and throat. He was also rubbing his considerable belly, happily digesting his meal of hearty pork and potato stew and about half a bottle of wine. Lovehandles was a simple night elf, with simple pleasures. Lovehandles lounging smoke was interrupted by a rather squirrely looking pandaren that sauntered up to his chair.

"Please Cherry, I just ate! I can't test your food right now." Lovehandles groaned.

"Oh please Lovey, You've got the best taste-buds in Dalaran," Cherry whined, brushing their long bangs away from their eyes. She leaned in close and whispered, "nearly everyone here is happy with bloody steak and salted beer, please!" she begged. Lovehandles took a long drag from his pipe and blew it out of his nose directly at Cherry. It was hot and smelled of cherries and cream. "Thinking about me are you?"

"Coincidental," Lovehandles raised one finger "one dish Cherry, please. My poor stomach can't take a whole lot more." Cherry clapped and swished their long ringed tail excitedly. Lovehandles rose from his chair, put his flat-brimmed hat over his horns, and left the hookah to be cleaned up by a nearby staff member.

Cherry and Lovehandles walked down the street together, not only did Lovehandles have about 3 feet on Cherry, but he also had about 200 pounds, making their size difference almost comical.

After walking through the streets of Dalaran for a few minutes they finally arrived at a small bakery tucked away in the Commerce Exchange. Lovehandles ducked through the door and was assaulted by heat and the excellent fragrance of fresh bread. A plump pandaren worked hard behind the counter kneading dough, he only glanced up for a second before returning to his work.

"Hey, thank goodness Cherry found you, I'm not being their taste tester any longer after the last time!" the pandaren huffed. Lovehandles looked puzzled.

"Oh stop, you liked it Pak," Cherry teased, walking Lovehandles through the main room and into the backroom.

The Backroom was actually larger (and much cooler) than the store front. Drawings of the owner Pakyaki and his employees lined the walls, a carpet that had absorbed the smell of everything cooked in here for the past 4 years lie gently in the middle of the room, and there was a thick wooden table which currently held had what looked like an entire Pilgrim's feast laid out on it.

"You said one dish! This is not one dish!"

"If you look closer, it is laid out on one large dish." Lovehandles looked closer and found this fact to be true.

"I couldn't eat all of that even if I wanted to!"

"Ok ok, just taste test one thing okay?" Cherry pleaded. Lovehandles scrunched up his lips and nodded.

Cherry guided Lovehandles to a seat in the middle of the enormous feast and started to pore over the table with a raised hand like a fisherman with a spear.

"Let's see, what shall we start with? Ah!" She plucked a round steaming bun from the table and gingerly held it towards Lovehandles lips. Lovehandles cautiously opened his mouth, and Cherry very unceremoniously crammed the entire bun into his mouth which was met by a muffled protest from Lovehandles.

"Just eat it." Cherry commanded. Lovehandles chewed, he knit his eyebrows together and felt the hot skin of the bun on his tongue, and the perfect texture of the ground boar meat inside. There was a bitterness though, it aided the flavor but it was simply too much. Lovehandles swallowed bun.

"Too much cilantro Cherry," he said

"No matter! I made them with varying degrees of cilantro so let's try this one," they replied, already grabbing another bun.

"Wait you said one dish!"

"Same dish!" Cherry retorted, shoving the bun into Lovehandles mouth. Lovehandles growled in annoyance but ate the bun regardless.

"That one's perfect," (it wasn't) "alright Cherry see you la-" Lovehandles was interrupted as the smirking panda shoved another bun in his mouth mid-sentence.

"No, i think you should try all of them just to make sure!" Cherry was double wielding the boar buns at this point, shoving them in Lovehandles mouth every time he opened it to protest.

He didn't even have time to chew at this point, he just swallowed them whole. This went on until Cherry had stuffed him with all twelve of the boar buns they had prepared. Lovehandles gut gurgled in protest, and he groaned.

"Well, how were they?" Cherry asked

"Fuck off, I'm leaving." Lovehandles began to get up but was kept in place by Cherry's ginger paw on his chest.

"Please Lovey, try some more, i'm never gonna reach prime cook status without help!" Cherry pleaded, as they did, they began to undo the buttons of their vest, dropping it to the floor to reveal their fat breasts. The areolas were a dark brown, and they were partially tucked away beneath playful tufts of white and brown fur. A lump caught in Lovehandles throat.

"Ch-Cherry please." Lovehandles stammered as Cherry kneeled in his lap, bringing their breasts up to face level. They grabbed his horns, pressing his face into their breasts. They were warmer and softer than any others on Azeroth. Damn the pandarens.

"Lovehandles, I know very well what happens when you get riled up; you eat." Lovehandles lifted his head slightly so that his chin rested on their chest.

"People Cherry! I eat people!" Cherry lowered her muzzle and began to kiss Lovehandles, tender but with force. They ran their tongue over his jagged teeth, and he met them with equal passion. When they pulled away, Lovehandles' eyes were glowing just a tad brighter.

"O-Okay I give. Stop teasing me, I'll eat any amount of food you like."

"Good! Do you want me to get off of you?"

"No not at all," Lovehandles put his clawed hands on Cherry's hips, "if you're gonna stuff me silly at least I get to hold you close." Cherry slapped his chest playfully. "Ugh! Night elves, always with the sweet lines. At this rate your belly might push me off anyway."

"Wait, how much do you plan to feed m-" Lovehandles was cut off once more as Cherry swiveled around and snatched a rylak claw from the table. It was sweet and nutty.

"Just shut the fuck up and eat," Cherry whispered. Lovehandles was taken aback, but could offer no retort as Cherry kept stuffing the sweet pastries into his mouth, again, only giving him time to swallow them whole. "I'm sure you need something to was all this down." Cherry said, as they picked up a mug from the table. They tipped the frothy beer to Lovehandles lips and it poured down his throat until the entire pint was drained. Lovehandles stomach gurgled in protest.

After the beer, Cherry stuffed Lovehandles full of potatoes, pancakes, entire steaks, slices of cake, and so on. As they stuffed, Lovehandles gut began to grow larger and larger, and he whimpered at how taut and painful his stomach began to feel, and how hazy his head was growing as Cherry forced pint after pint of beer down his throat. Lovehandles pressed Cherry incredibly close to his rumbling gut, the flabs of fat nearly rolled over their legs entirely.

"Good boy," Cherry would whisper between handfuls of food. "I want you nice and fat." Lovehandles had no chance to respond, and his head was far too hazey to even process what they were saying.

Cherry had nearly emptied the entire table into Lovehandles gut before they got eager and began to make out with the monstrous night elf again, grabbing handfuls of pudge roughly as they did. Lovehandles brought his meaty arms around their back and held them as close as possible. Cherry could hear Lovehandles noisy tummy digesting all that food, and the creaking of the chair beneath him. As they made out, Lovehandles leaned back some, bringing Cherry closer and closer to his body, until he opened his mouth and shoved nearly their whole head in.

Lovehandles eyes were glowing brightly, their mind was carnal and hungry. The pandaren couldn't so much as scream before Lovehandles crammed their entire small body down their throat, slurping up their long tail like a wet noodle. The addition to his meal barely made a dent in his enormous stomach, which now pressed against the table as he proceeded to tear apart all the other food Cherry had made. He tore at turkey, guzzled beer, swallowed cakes whole, and snarled wildly as he did.

When all was eaten, Lovehandles fell over on his back and rubbed his massive groaning gut, with his friend churning beside all the food they had made. Inside of the stomach, Cherry was cramped and hot.

"Very funny Lovey! I'm sorry about the stuffing, just let me out okay?" There was no response. "Love?" They heard snoring. "Oh, shit."

Sometime later, Lovehandles woke up with a horrible belly ache and a horrible hangover. He looked around at the carnage and tried to remember what happened. Then, panicked, looked down at his incredibly swollen gut.

"Cherry? Cherry did I eat you?" He gave his hefty belly a few shakes, but was only met with the sounds of liquid shifting and gurgling. "Oh well. I warned them. Now I won't be a guinea pig for their cooking at least."

Lovehandles exited the bakery and began to walk home, slightly embarrassed at their now considerably larger swinging gut that was partially pandaren.