You wake up bleary eyed and hungover. It seems you passed out in the floor sometime during the night, probably after you had your second cheesecake. You lick your lips, tasting the leftovers that have weaseled their way into your fur. Your belly feels like a taut drum, slowly rising and falling with every shallow breath you take.

Last night was ΔΑΠ‘s annual Christmas Eve party and, like every other year, everyone in the fraternity ate themselves into a food coma, yourself included. Members of ΔΑΠ are well known for their love of food, with most members weighing in at over 350 pounds.

With a grunt, you slowly lift yourself off of the floor and steady yourself. Your large furry gut grumbles, desperate for you to shove more food into your maw. You run a thick paw over your stomach and let out a soft moan, stuffing your always did make you a bit horny.

You look around the common room and find several of your friends in similar situations as you, all stuffed to the brim and passed out on the floor.

You stifle a belch and stumbled into the kitchen, in there are several brothers nursing their hangovers with some coffee and a particularly large breakfast.

"Morning," Says Rick, a heavyset fox with his belly sat firmly in his lap, "You sleep well on the floor?"