John looked around and spotted a Taco stand. He realised he felt a little peckish so he wondered over to it.
The vendor, a cartoon fox looked at him and smiled.
"New here huh?"
"Yeah, just got here with my wife" The fox looked around "Oh she's off after our luggage"
"Ahhhh. The name's Cliff. I'm here if you need me 24/7, but I would recommend that you go off and explore things yourself." He offered his paw out to John
"Nice to meet you." John took the paw and shook it "I'm John" John looked at the fox. Cliff was about his height (6ft) but had a body that held a good sized gut that would have probably measured 50 inches round. He was wearing a white t-shirt that showed the globe that was his gut, hugging the curve tucked into a pair of red pants that held part of his gut and two chunky thighs and an but that looked like two basketballs. With the red suspenders that held up his baggy pants, he looked like a Santa Claus, minus the beard, belt, hat and coat. John noticed that his neck and face remained the same size as that of any normal 'toon fox. Cliff noticed John's examination
"Uh, heh, what can I say? I like being a little big round the waist, but I kept it away from the face and neck. Gotta keep something to attract the mates right?"
"Oh yeah- say, you can control things like that?" John asked
"Yep. You can't control the size change or make it happen yourself, but just you wanting or not wanting some of the smaller things can actually help the outcome..." Cliff was interrupted by John's growling stomach
"Say you want something to eat?" Cliff asked, giving a friendly smile
"Yes please- oh but i don't have any cash on me" John relised then frowned alittle.
"Relax. It's on the house- most things here are"
"Really?! ok then I'll have..."