The Dragon Warrior shrugged as he swallowed a thick meaty wad all in one go, his belly RUMBLING loud enough to wake the dead. Fine and heady gurgles and BURBLES ran through him, his body attempting to process so many calories. “Whoa!” he gasped, rising upwards on his gigantifying rear. It was impossible to even say how big it was, nor how his little shorts were still managing to stretch so far that they managed to canvass half his mighty cheeks, with the rest of his flabby can spreading over the waistband like an avalanche. His tail, though originally short, was nowhere to be seen in the immense recesses of his fat folds. But that could be considered a good thing, as all the junk in his trunk helped counterbalance his chest of drawers in the front. His smooth, round gut was so massive it would have dwarfed his original size, and it was only getting bigger and bigger, spreading across the floor and rising up in front of him like black and white alpine field. Small child could easily roll down it with ease, or get stuck in one of his deep flabby folds. One or the other. Speaking of deep, his fat face was sinking into the vast field of neck, shoulder, and torso fat, of which the most weight went to his panda boobs, which would make any woman around feel envious of such size. He was truly one big blob of panda, with his tiny feet and mammothine legs only barely poking out the sides of his belly blubber. Po had truly reach such an absurdity in size, and as the RUMBLES slowly abated, and he settled into himself, he could only put on a cocky smile.