And yet his gaze didn’t leave his foe as he felt the rumble, and the warmth, and the growing weight. Perhaps it was a cumulative effect, or just from the sheer calories overwhelming his metabolism, but Po seemed to get even fatter than before. Lard spilled out over his straining shorts, his gut like a hefty black and white apron that rested heavily on the table and under it. The panda’s love handles were more like a love railing, with ample folds for an entire ballet company to hang onto. There was a deep breathy sigh while Po’s moobs filled in, their cleft deepening and growing more noticeable as his boobers hung off him with enough mass to be highly squeezable. And yet he carried himself well, despite the ring of fat around his neck growing larger, and his limbs growing ever heavier as the Dragon Warrior’s Dragon Butt spread and spilled over the seat he was on, the fragile furniture creaking under his ever widening derriere that had begun to poke out the top of his shorts. Po grunted as he tried to get comfortable, but honestly the chair was actually feeling a little small for such a wide behind, especially with a vast crease appearing in the seat.