Many years ago in a distant land, there was a quaint little village by the name of Roonshire. A self-sustaining village that grew it's own crops, raised their own animals, and tended to keep to themselves. The king of this town was greedy, and ruled over his people with an iron paw. Which was quite easy for him seeing as his name was also Ironpaw, and one of his paws had been taken from him whilest battling a large dragon to protect his castle, it has since been replaced with an iron one.

The king was a wolf, and a mean one at that. He took what he wanted and didn't care who it was from, without reason he would just take things from the people and bleed them of all their money, sheerly for the sake of delighting in the fact that he could. His fur was dark grey, which rose to a lighter shade, almost white as it reached up his neck, over his head, and to his muzzle. While in the opposing direction his fur dimmed and turned to a dusty black at the tip of his tail and his three paws.

On a day not much like any other, King Ironpaw was making his rounds with his cavalry. Going door to door, taxing his people and forcing them to paw over any of their gold that they had left. They made their way to the tavern after having scrounged up all the gold their village had to offer. As the wolf slammed open the door and peered around the hearth lit room he noticed a fairly large wolfaroo sitting at the counter. Unlike the rest of the villagers in the room, he didn't even seem to bother noticing him, while the rest were petrified that the king was in their presence.

The large blue wolfaroo continued to sit on his stools and enjoyed his meal. Being large enough to take up the majority of the counter and multiple chairs. He was clad in hefty metal armor, his helmet on the counter beside him. The king was intrigued at the sight of this rouge knight, he was not one of his villagers, and he had never laid eyes upon him before. The king knew their town was seldom visit, nobody dared interfere with him.

As the king gestured for his men to stay outside the front of the tavern, he strolled over to the counter thinking to himself "This knight.. He must be a mercenary from one of the bordering lands. My power must frighten them so they sent somebody to depose of me. From the size of this guy he might just be able to do it as well, but not if I can trick him into being slowed down enough that I can throw him into the dungeon for questioning!"

The king, with a stone look on his face gestured for the tavern keeper to fetch him some ale and mutton, sitting on the only available stool left at the counter. He looked at the glasses and utensils hung on the wall behind the counter, and the pots and pans that rested on the shelves as he leisurely began to chat with the unknown visitor. "So, I've never seen you in my village before. I am Ironpaw, the lord of these lands. What has brought you to my humble land?"

The wolfaroo gulped down the huge mouthful of food in his maw before wiping it off with some ragged cloth, letting out a sigh as he rested his paws on the large fat dome he had for a belly. "I didn't really ask for your name but alright, Ironpaw. I'm just traveling to another village and I thought I'd stop by for a meal, see if there was any free rooms available. I've got to admit, the little lady here can really cook, the food's delicious." As he said this the fox hostess blushed at the compliment, bringing out the king's meal and setting it in front of him.

"Ahh, I can agree with you there sir knight. Although it is not what I am used to in the castle, the charm of this place has always been well. But however.. if you will excuse me, there is some business I must tend to for a moment." The wolf got up out of his chair and walked past the knight, going behind the counter and into the kitchen where the tavernkeeper had returned to, to continue working on the meals her customers had requested.

The wolfaroo perked one of his ears and continued to stuff his face from his plate before over hearing the conversation the two were having. "I told you, you owe me 500 gold pieces! This isn't even a third of that, you dare waste my time with such petty pocket change?" The wolf had been yelling, once finished the knight heard dozens of coins scatter across the hard wood floor as the king slapped the bag of tender from the tavern keeper's paws.

The knight could not stand for this, wiping off his muzzle once more he got up from his chair and made his way to the door behind the counter, he opened it and.. could not fit through it. Unable to, he stood there with his front half inside as he stared down the malicious king. His face covered in malice as he stared back at the knight. Not even remotely reminding him of the warming and endearing person he had been talking to earlier.

"What are you doing back here? This is no business of yours, now leave or I'll have you taken to the dungeon immediately!" The king yelled in displeasure, holding his clawed iron paw up towards the tavern keeper while he stared the knight down.

Not even dignifying his threat with a response, the knight turned to look at the hostess. "What's your name fair lady?" He asked in a caring tone.

"I-It's Fay, I think you might need to do what the king asks though, I don't want any trouble." The orange and white fluffy fox, also being fairly large and rotund like the knight gestured for him to leave, but the knight replied by shaking his head before looking back at the somewhat worried looking king as he stood his ground.

"You leave this girl alone, she's done you no wrong. If you want to pick a fight with somebody, do it with me." He stated, narrowing his eyes as he issued the challenge, the king nervously stepping back some as he stood in the kitchen.

"You can't just issue a challenge to the king of the lands, I'll have you hung! However.." The king thought to himself for a moment, looking at how the wolfaroo was incapable of even entering the room, he needed to slow him down anyway, and formed a plan. He would feed the large knight until he was on the verge of bursting then take him to the castle to question him.

"I accept your offer, knight. However, I will not lower myself to physical combat. I issue you a challenge, if you succeed I will let the lady go free of charge and you will not be put in the dungeon for your ignorance. However if you lose, I will take this tavern for myself, and throw you both into the dungeon together. How does that sound?" The wolf folded his arms, pleased with himself and assured he had the knight playing into his little trap.

The knight looked away, down at the floor for just a moment to weigh his options before looking at the king and giving a nod. "If that's what it takes, then I accept your challenge. What shall you have me do?"

"Well, knight. I see you like to eat, your inability to even enter this room only proves it further. I say to you, that you must eat everything that I put in front of you, and if you fail to do so then I win. To who may I ask am I issuing this challenge to though? I don't believe you have given me your name." The king tilted his head curiously as he looked up at the large blue wolfaroo.

The wolfaroo walked back out of the kitchen without saying a word, sat down on his three stools, pulled off his chest piece, allowing his large girth to relax, before picking up a fork and knife. "A free meal you say..? I'll have to take you up and that offer and thank you for the privilege. Now bring it on, I'm starved! And the name's Drew, the one who's about to beat your delicious challenge." The king scoffed at Drew's eagerness to best him at his challenge and quickly ordered the hostess to bring out plate after plate of food.

Roast pig, noodles, chicken, mutton, salads, fruit, mountains upon mountains of food that had been stored in the tavern's basement, enough to feed the village for weeks. All brought out for the challenge the king had issued to the knight. He sat down in one of the chairs at a table near the hearth, laughing a little to himself. "You may eat, don't eat too fast though or you'll give yourself a tummy ache, I wouldn't want too much of this to go to waste. And I've got nowhere to be, I could watch this all day long."

"Thank you for cooking such wonderful food." Drew remarked to the hostess as she brought out the last dish, making her blush once more before going into the kitchen to clean up after all the cooking she'd done. Once she had left Drew began to shovel mouthful after mouthful of succulent fruit into his maw, digging into the turkey and chicken, taking bites out of everything one bit at a time.

As he ate the stools already at their limit creaked and groaned in protest while the weight over them rapidly grew. The wolfaroo's belly, distending and bloating outwards as the delicious food was shoveled into it. One full meal after another the knight devoured the mountains of food before him. Before long the stools collapsed under him from the unbearable weight, already looking nearly twice as large as he had before the challenge had started.

He had worked about half way through the food before taking a moment to take a breather. Rubbing his growling blorping belly as it churned and burbled, moaning softly to himself as his belt pressed tightly around his swollen middle. Meanwhile the king thought it would be funny to taunt his entertainment, he got up from his chair and strolled over to the massive fatty mountain of fluff, giving him a pat on the back.

"I'll tell ya what! I like you, you've got guts, and quite a large one at that! If you can eat all of this, I'll make you the new king! What do you say knight, think you can do it?" Drew reached as far down as he could, barely able to reach his belt, popping it open just slightly, causing it release it's grip around his belly. The large food-stuffed dome bwumping out and wobbling some as the pressure was released, allowing it's large size to hang out and Drew's eating to continue uninhibited.

"Hehe, I have guts? I'd have to say you do. Either you're very confident.. or very foolish. You might want to start packing your bags old man, because by the time you're done this kingdom will be mine." The knight rolled forward onto his belly, unable to reach his meal any other way as he stuffed plate after plate into his maw. The king, astonished that he could still eat at this incredible pace growled and sat back down in his chair. Staring at the knights massive belly as it grew and grew.

Before long.. the deed was done, the food had been vanquished, and the knight was large enough that his back nearly touched the ceiling of the first floor in the tavern. Letting out a loud satisfied "Uuuurp!" he gave his belly a few pats and smiled smugly to himself. "Welp, you just lost yourself a bet, sir! Now then, I'll be taking that crown."

The king, shaking his head slightly from side to side with one of his legs resting over the other, clapped slowly for the victorious knight. "Well done, well done.. I never thought it possible to see somebody eat themselves into such a situation." Drew perked and flit his ear curiously as he tried to peek around his own mountainous girth.

"What do you mean? I won, now I'm the king, you said so yourself." The wolfaroo did his best to look behind him, seeing the king stroll up to him, giving his underside a poke before roaming around and climbing over his gargantuan gut to his front, standing on what little of the counter the knight's belly didn't cover.

"As long as I stand here, you'll never be king. I just said that so you could take care of yourself for me! You're now my prisoner, and this tavern is mine. You'll spend the rest of your days in a prison cell, hardly able to even move now that you're a big ball of blubber. You can't outsmart a wolf, I'm king for a reason, and there's nothing you can do about..- it?" As the king gloated and assured his rule would remain the knight grabbed him and lifted up the wolf from the counter.

The crown fell onto his obese middle before he forcefully stuffed the king into his still hungry maw, yelling and ordering to be released, the king was shoved head-first into the awaiting maw of the hungry wolfaroo. Before long with a big satisfying gulp, the king was no longer standing on the counter. By the king's own words, he was no longer king.

The victorious knight let out another satisfied "Uuuurp!" As his belly blorped and wobbled about from the previous king trying to make his way out as Drew picked up the crown, put it on his head and picked some food scraps from his teeth.

The malicious king had been dealt with, the tavern keeper was safe and kept her tavern for plenty of years to come. Although a huge hole had to be made to let the knight exit after his victory, which has since been made into a door specifically for him to enter his favorite tavern. And the new king, although the fattest there had ever been and always hungry, was a wonderful king. The village entered a new age and everybody was happy. Everybody.. but the king previous king, of course.