The last box was finally dragged through the doorway, scraping faintly against the freshly painted frame. Moving into a new apartment was always a hassle, but this time, there was an added layer of… intrigue. The landlord, a sweet but rather flustered elderly woman, had given them a peculiar warning. "Now, your roommate, they're… well, they're a bit odd. But they mean well! Just… a unique individual." They’d simply shrugged, used to all kinds of quirks. Who wasn't a little odd these days?

Unlocking the door, the first thing that hit them wasn’t the smell of fresh paint or stale air, but an overpowering, glorious aroma. It was sharp, rich, and undeniably… cheddar. Their brows furrowed in confusion, but also a strange sense of anticipation. Following the scent, they walked past their own boxes, deeper into the apartment, the smell growing stronger with every step.

It led them straight to the kitchen. And that's where their jaw practically dislocated itself.

Bent over, head deep in the cavernous fridge, was a figure unlike anything they had ever seen. It was a shark – a cheese curd shark, by the looks of it. At least seven feet tall, he was a massive, golden-brown presence, his body resembling one giant, perfectly fried Dino nugget texture. He was clad only in a pair of red and white striped shorts, which stretched taut over an undeniably generous form. His most striking feature, however, was his belly: a colossal, perfectly spherical globe of pure, unadulterated cheddar. It pushed the fridge door further open, a testament to its sheer volume. And below that, a surprisingly plump, round butt protruded from his shorts, completely oblivious to its own impressive size.

A soft groan of effort escaped the giant as he finally pulled his head out of the fridge, a block of Monterey Jack clutched in a stubby, golden fin. He blinked a couple of times, then his gaze landed on them. He straightened up, and that’s when they truly grasped the full, breathtaking enormity of his gut. It was a marvel, a testament to cheesy indulgence, round and firm and somehow… inviting.

A wide smile spread across his face, his teeth surprisingly regular, but his tongue and the entire inside of his mouth were the same soft, delicious-looking yellow as the cheese within him. "Oh! You must be the new roommate!" A rumbling burp escaped him, deep and satisfied, before he continued, "Name's Chez. Welcome to the apartment! Made myself at home already, as you can see." He patted his colossal belly with a proud thud. "Full of the good stuff, this is. Finest cheddar you'll ever encounter!"

They were speechless, utterly mesmerized. He gestured with his head towards a hallway. "Your room's just down there, first door on the left. Freshly cleaned, mostly."

As Chez turned to waddle towards the hallway, his massive belly jiggling, and his unexpectedly large rear swaying gently, they found their eyes glued to him. He was a walking, talking, cheese-filled phenomenon, a literal fatass in striped shorts. He was so… much. And yet, a strange, undeniable warmth bloomed in their chest. They couldn't stop looking at him. Goodness, why was he so… hot?