Oscar eyes fluttered as he slowly opens them. The obese raccoon sat up with great effort, the reinforced bed frame he’s laying on creaking loudly under his immense weight.

The raccoon’s belly spills out of his ragged tank top and almost fills the entirety of his lap, a proud display at his overwhelming gluttonous presence.

Daylight fills the small, cluttered bedroom. If Oscar was to estimate, he’d say it’s probably around 2:00 in the afternoon. He’d slept soundly for the past 17 hours. He places a fat paw on the crest of his stomach. Forcing out all the trapped air in a loud, thunderous belch.

“Fuck I’m starving again, gotta find something to fill the tank.”

Oscar took a deep breath as he prepared to move his massive body into the standing position. However, the air smelt different than it normally did. The omnipresent smell of breakfast food filled his sensitive nostrils. The sweetness of syrup, the rich, fatty smell of bacon, the fluffy goodness that is a sourdough biscuit. All of it.

Oscar could fill his mouth beginning to water. He could hardly stand it, he had to eat that breakfast feast. He tried to quickly get up but found that his enormous size is not all that conducive for quick mobility. So the raccoon just sat there, drool beginning to leak from his mouth, as he wasted away.

“Hey Peter!” Oscar frantically called out to his spouse in the kitchen, “Can you help me up? I’m really hungry, and that food you cooked smell really good.”

A few minutes go by, and nothing. Only the sound of sausage frying can be heard.

“Hey Peter? I could use a little help in here,” Oscar called out once again, his stomach beginning to rumble.

A few more minutes pass and Oscar was starting to get desperate. However, just when things were starting to look bleak, Peter waltzed in holding a platter stacked high with breakfast food.

Oscar let out a sigh of relief as his ripped the tray out of Peter’s paws.

“Thank goodness, thought I was going to starve over here,” Oscar said before digging into his feast.