The rabbit waddled down the sidewalk, trailed by another fur, a shiba inu, his own belly jiggling and quaking as he trailed him. Still quite the contrast in shape to the rabbit. The bunny's blubbery mass quaked and jiggled as he made his way to his dogs favorite buffet. Wearing only a black sleeveless shirt that was 3 sizes too small, and a thick leather collar, with a leash held by the shiba, walking as if he were walking his hugely overweight dog (quite ironic). The bunnies flabby neck and numerous chins spilled from behind the restricting, and humiliating choker. Pants weren't an option for the bun. Besides, his belly and fatpads did a good job of hiding what was beneath them.

Sweat practically poured down his bloated face, and ran down his sides and belly adding to his thick, disgusting stench. His folds and overgrown armpits acting as a sort of hub for his perspiration. Staining his already grimy, food stained shirt. It was a wonder the dog hadn't stripped him of it yet.

The occasional passerby would cross the street, to avoid him. They could smell him before they even saw him. They held their nose, coughed, gagged, and whispered rude remarks under their breath.
"What is that smell..??"
"Jesus this guy needs to take a shower
"Hes fucking disgusting.."
"What a whale"
His belly sagged beneath his shirt, which he had to pull down to even cover half of his belly, Swaying rhythmically as he waddles along the side of the road.
"Thats it, piggy.. Were almost there" the dog said, deviously.
The bunny could only wheeze, and belch in response to him, he couldn't waste what little breath he had on speech.
"The buffet isn't far from here babe~"
The dog chuckled
"Don't worry"
His words only made the rabbit worry more. He was being dragged against his will. His body wasn't his own doing, but his owner's doing. Bunny was owned by the shiba, he acted as his property, he had signed his life away to him. Free to do what he pleases. This entailed fattening him up till the day his short, pathetic life ends.

The buffet was in sight, as they made their pilgrimage to their sacred land, bunny was waddling off course, his eyes half shut, and sunken into his head, the rabbit was pale, and looked sickly. Shiba yelled at him, from behind his slow, rhythmicall blubbery mass.
"We're almost there, hog!" he was beginning to worry that he'd soon have to call an ambulance, for the dog was much too weak to pick him up if he were to pass out.
"Don't quit on me now!!"
Determined to follow his masters orders, the bunny trudged on, sweat dripping off of every fold, and clump of greasy fur, onto the ground. Every paced pawstep left a puddle of sweat on the concrete.

Approaching the door, the bunny wheezed and panted, his tongue hanging from his uncleanly maw. The dog made his way around the mass of grimey blubber, and opened both doors for the smelly mass of bun. The doors being extra wide, accounting for the countless times its poor frame has been broken by other gluttonous, blubber-laden furs.
Despite the extra wide frame, the unfortunate rabbits hips touched both ends of the doorway, his ass struggled to get through the doorway, jiggling, and jamming itself between the frames. The dog had the displeasure of having to push, and prod his rump, reeking of scat, and musk. His small paws got lost between his cheeks, and quickly pulled out from between his folds. He crossed his arms, after shaking them and watching the sweat and grime fly from his limbs. Two workers filed to the helpless hare, tugging at his weak, flabby arms. Pulling him free, the sweat that coated his hips acted as lubricant for making his way through the door.
"T-huff-hanks.." he says weakly.
Making their way to an available seat, the couple had already garnered quite the reputation for being a pair of hedonistic gluttons. Many furs staring at them as they maneuvered their way past the seats and into their own. Only the rabbit seeming to notice the stares of disapproval from the buffet goers. All he could do was smile awkwardly between stressed wheezes and belches, after letting out an ear splitting fart. The entire buffet fell silent as the patrons watched in a haze of emotions as the whale sat down. His swollen face turned bright red as he averted his gaze to the shiba, kissing him on the lips, sharing breath temporarily and going up to the serving area.

He returned with not a plate, but a cart of food. His own belly getting in the way of his trek. The rodents fat lips watered and drooled at the sight. His eyes sunken back into his head and looked as if they were about to be hidden behind his intrusive facial blubber. The dog whispered into the attentive ear of a buffet worker, he nodded and smiled before making his way into the back of the store. Bringing back a few cannisters of pure oxygen. He studiously wheeled the pair of life-saving oxygen to the bunny, and placed a breather in the buns nostrils, with no resistance from him. He simply laid back in his booth. His belly far infront of him the top half spilling out on top of the table, and the bottom half draping between his outspread legs. The leather booth seat already reeking of a bad case of swamp-ass.

The oversized bun had trouble catching his breath despite the fact he was hooked up to two oxygen tanks. His master didn't care, he spoke up with his own mouthful of food
"What are you waiting for tubby? Start stuffing that cute face of yours~"
He simply leaned over to the cart, grabbing two double stacked burgers in each hand, and cramming them between his distended cheeks. Still wheezing and struggling to breathe between desperate swallows. A new layer of grease and food scraps stained his cheeks and snout, crushed between the basketball sized jowls. Each pawfull was more difficult with the growing pain in his chest and the lack of oxygen to his body. It was a struggle to even move his paws to his lips.

The cart began to look less and less populated with food as time went on. A thick layer of grease, sweat, and food formed on their upper body from their binge. The dogs belly bulged, flooding to the top of the table. And the rabbits belly overfilled with greasy, stomach churning fast food and looking rounder than normal. Some of the diners closest to the couple had fled the building due to their smell, some due to the obnoxious gas they both passed periodically between desperate swallows.