William hadn't had a calzone in years. And while the calzones they served up here would easily be dinner for a skinny fox like William for the next three days, he felt like he was on the mood for one. Worst case scenario, he could eat it over the course of the next few days.
He approached the calzone stand. Operating the stand was a polar bear, easily a foot taller than William with a sizable belly which strained his flour-covered apron. He was talking with another fur, a cheetah. The cheetah stood just as tall as the polar bear, but did not have an ounce of fat on him. Rather, he was heavily muscled and the cat's clothes looked skin-tight on him. William could make out every curve and ripple on the cheetah from his bulging pecs and define abdominals to his sculpted calves and luscious glutes.
"Um, excuse me?" William asked. "May I have one of those calzones?"
The polar bear and cheetah exchanged skeptical glances with each other. "A calzone? Did I hear you right?" the polar bear asked.
"Yeah, a calzone! I'm really in the mood for one!" replied William.
The cheetah looked at William up and down. "You sure you want one of those?" he asked. "I doubt a skinny little fox like you could take one of those on."
"Hey, I didn't ask for your opinion..." said William.
"Who said I was giving my opinion? It's just a matter of fact that you couldn't fit one of those monsters in that non-existent belly of yours. I can barely take one of those things on, and I've got all this to maintain." The cheetah gave his biceps a quick flex.
William blushed slightly at the cheetah's display. "Whatever, I don't care what you think. I'm having one anyway."
The cheetah gave a smirk. "Well, look at you. Fine, get your calzone. Actually, you know what?" He turned to the polar bear. "Lou, get this guy a calzone on me. I want to see scrawny-butt over here take it on."
"Alright, if you say so." said Lou, the polar bear. The vendor got a calzone from the display case, quickly wrapped it in paper, and handed it to William who needed to hold it in both of his arms.
"Thank you," William said to the polar bear before shooting a glare at the cheetah. He marched over to a nearby table, sat down, and unwrapped his calzone. William grabbed a chunk of it and started munching on it.
The cheetah sauntered over to the table and sat opposite to William. "Tasty?" he asked.
William shot him another glare. "Yes." A few crumbs escaped his full mouth when he talked. The cheetah tisked in response.
"Only pigs speak with their mouths full," he said. William didn't bother responding.
After around ten minutes, William was finished with only a quarter of the calzone and the cheetah mostly sat in silence watching him eat. The cheetah stuck out his hand. "Luke. My name is Luke. I probably should have introduced myself before buying you lunch."
William suspiciously eyed his paw, but shook it after a few second. "William." he said, after swallowing another mouthful of calzone. Once more, he grabbed another chunk of the calzone and stuffed it into his face.
Another fifteen minutes had past and William was only finished with half the calzone. But his gut felt absolutely stuffed. His normally flat stomach had bloated out to the size of a basketball and was just a firm. As he eyed the rest of the calzone, William just panted as he stared it.
"Getting full?" Luke asked smuggly. William said nothing in response. Then, Luke reached his hand towards William's face and ran a thumb nearby his mouth. He pulled it back and Luke's thumb was covered in tomato sauce.
"Sorry, you had a little something on your face." Luke said sarcastically before licking the sauce off his thumb. William blushed at this. "So, do you need help finishing it, or do you think you can take on the rest?"