It had been two weeks since Glenn went to confront his supervisors and those who helped him get his position. It was then he learned what his position really entailed.

"Sir...I think I'm putting on too much weight" Glenn said with concern.

"Too much weight, what are you talking about?" the panda responded as he got up out of his chair, which creaked under his small, recent weight gain.

"What am I talking about, I'm talking about this!" Glenn said as he lifted up a rather loose t-shirt. His weight had taking a spike with his self-confidence lowering as a result. Thus revealing a rather portly belly; making it even bigger since we had last looked at him.

"I don't see anything wrong with this, in fact..." he paused as he bent down and, ignoring Glenn's personal space, kissed his fat belly. Causing the fat moogle to scoot away from the panda in surprise and fear, and attempted to try and regain his composure.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing?!" the moogle asked.

"Just having some time with one of our more popular plus-sized models" he simply stated.

Those three words, plus-sized and models, rang in his head. From there he was told the truth, and this shocked the plump moogle. If he wasn't going to continue with them, he would be fired and thus would be out of a job; yet again. Once Glenn left and found himself in his apartment, in disbelief, he would continue with his job and would further get fatter, out of shock.

(Late one night...)

Glenn layed in his bed, in nothing but his underwear, the last thing that was able to fit him besides the recent clothes he bought. But even that was starting to fade, as they began to tighten around his midsection and his growing ass. He tossed and turned as his stomach growled, hungry for more food. He ocassionally muttered to himself when it had bouts of waking him up.

"Please Mr. Tummy...I just fed you..." he mumbled, in which it was true. Having filled himself up and then some with some other models and friends that he had met through the agency; which he was a tad embarrassed about. With one more heavy groan, Glenn flipped the covers and heaved himself out of bed, having lost the battle to his growing belly, he slightly waddled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

Glenn kneeled down in front of his fridge, thankfully of which was restocked, but not for long. Upon opening the door, he was assaulted by the bright light of the white "pearly gates", his stomach giving another low growl. Absent-mindedly, Glenn reached down and shook his fat, supposedly empty, belly. The moogle got to work grabbing food and stuffing it into his face, grabbing brownies and reaching for a cake the next. He was a moogle on a semi-sleepy mission.

Cleaning out half the fridge, he sated his appetite for now but left him with one feeling: thirst. Luckily, he had recently gotten a shipment of his shakes; reaching and grabbing a hearty can. He popped it open and guzzled one, then another and another, letting the mint chip, a new flavor, run down his throat. He could feel through his grogginess his belly become full and taunt. He sat there in his gorged moment, blushing from start to finish. There was something within him that started growing, he wasn't sure what he was feeling. As the sleepy feeling started coming back to him, he once again heaved himself off the floor and waddled back into his bedroom. Unbenownst to him, of what the shakes had an effect on their consumer and what effects they had on his growing, small body.