Leo lumbered towards his buffet station, not paying attention to the swaying of his hips as his chubbier legs naturally devolved to a shuffling waddle to accommodate the added mass and hindering volume of pudge caked to his frame. He ignored the compression of his multiple chins against his neck as he tossed a pair of loaded chimichangas onto a plate before scooping thick, bacon-infused baked beans over the top. He ripped off half a large pepperoni pizza and balanced it on the vacant edge of his plate before grabbing a second plate, loading it up with a smattering of juicy teriyaki chicken and beef, garlic bread, loaded nachos, sweat and sour chicken, and pulled pork sliders. Leo waddled back to the kitchen island, stuffing half a chimichanga into his maw, adding to the chorus of chewing smacks and slurps that were coming from the station beyond the pylon dividers as Raph found himself already wrist deep into his mashed potatoes, disregarding any utensils as he simply grabbed handfuls of food with his greasy hands. The chorus of the cheering crowd egged on their insatiable appetites, encouraging each audible swallow of oil-soaked breads and fried potato starches, each over-stuffed cheekful of greasy meats, and all guzzling slurps of errant sauce. The two turtles gorged, shuffling back and forth from the buffet station to the island to indulge in their caloric morsels, though steadily that shuffling shifted to more waddling. Those endless calories seemed to digest almost instantly in their bellies, leaving them empty and wanting while said excess nourishment quickly worked its way through their systems, suckled up by the awaiting swollen fat cells blanketing their entire frames.