But then again, the past few days doing nothing but driving had taken its toll on Evan. The nap was refreshing, sure, but it didn't erase the weight of fatigue that clung to him like a second fur. His eyes felt like they had been glued open for an eternity, and his body ached from the constant battle against the car seat. The quiet hum of the empty apartment was soothing, and the thought of stepping out into the bustling city was suddenly less appealing. He glanced around at the unpacked boxes scattered throughout the room. Maybe, just maybe, the day would be better spent here, in the sanctity of his new abode.
With a sigh, Evan decided to embrace the slow pace of the morning. He pulled on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a well-worn t-shirt, feeling the soft fabric against his fur. The scent of the freshly unpacked clothes was faint but comforting, a reminder of home amidst the unfamiliarity of the new city. He padded into the kitchen, his bare feet making no sound on the cold tile floor. The fridge was empty except for a half-eaten sandwich from his road trip, and a few bottles of water. The sight of the untouched counters and cabinets brought a small smile to his muzzle.
On his way back to the living room, he spotted the massive television mounted on the wall, a stark contrast to the sparse furnishings. It had been one of the first things he'd noticed when he'd arrived, a beacon of modernity in an apartment that seemed otherwise untouched by time. Evan grabbed the remote, a device almost as large as his paw, and turned it on. The TV flickered to life, and he immediately began flipping through the channels. His eyes widened as he took in the bizarre scene unfolding before him.
Every fur he saw on the screen was incredibly obese. They waddled through the streets, wheezing and laughing, their stomachs so large that they scraped the ground. The commercials didn't help, either; they were all for fast food chains, clothing stores, and gyms that catered to the morbidly obese. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. In Bastion, sure, there were overweight furs, but nothing like this. It was as if the entire population of Port Zaftig had been inflated like a balloon.
He continued to channel surf, his eyes widening more with each commercial that aired. They were all tailored to the same audience. There was one for a new line of "extra-large" cars that could fit through the city's wide streets without scraping the sidewalks. Another advertised a restaurant that served "half-ton" sized burgers. Even the local news was interrupted by a public service announcement about the importance of using the city's oversized crosswalks to prevent traffic jams caused by overweight furs.
Eventually, Evan found something to watch, it was...
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