A bit of a transitionary chapter, but hey, at least he gets fat! The final chapter is up next. Let me know what you think!

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Scott's eyes slowly peeled open as the shrill beeping of the alarm clock assaulted his ears. Yawning, he stretches his meaty arms before rolling out of bed. At this point in his life, he actually almost did have to roll to get out of bed. Needless to say, his newfound lifestyle of binging and gaining had been a success.

Of course, it wasn't as easy as it could've been in the past: without the sweet, addicting and extremely fattening food of the Burger Shack to aid him in his journey, the goat had to find other ways to cram as many calories into himself as possible. This did give him the opportunity to do some exploring around town, a chance to try every new restaurant and type of food he could find. Every day, he would venture to a new eatery, whether it offered pizza, pasteries, or Indian food, and gorge as much as he could. After he was done with that, he would take a trip to one of the area's many buffets, allowing him to consume as much as he desired.

The goat's weight had definitely skyrocketed, but not at the rate of which it did when he gained his first hundred or so; something about Ty's food made it perfect for gaining. Still, Scott had blimped to a size that made him unrecognizable to all of his old colleagues and struck fear, disgust, or hidden lust into the eyes of all who shared space with him throughout his daily procedures.

Scott waddled across the room, eyeing his brand-new scale. The goat had been keeping track of his weight for a while now, and made it a morning ritual to track his progress. The scale was prized by the goat, as it wasn't inexpensive; it had industrial strength to support the weights of even the heaviest of furs, and it had a voice function, which served quite useful after Scott lost view of his toes.

Scott lifted his heavy hooves onto the scale, his body rippling as he settled on the metal surface. His heart hammered in excitement as he listened to the slow electronic beeping of the scale, calculating the weight upon it. It gave out a final beep, pausing for a few seconds before calling out the number, as it always did. Scott held his breath: he knew today's number would be good.

"Six hundred and two pounds."

Scott cheered to himself, pumping his fist in the air for celebration. He had finally broken the six hundred barrier, by not one, but two pounds. He remembered the anxiousness he had felt just the day before at his previous statistic: five hundred and ninety nine. The goat couldn't remember a day when he had gone harder than he had yesterday: two trips to the buffet, each visit resulting in him stuffing himself until management had to force him out. It had paid of though, with an entire three pounds in one day. Scott couldn't help but whistle in admiration; he was a beast.

Although he was immensely proud of himself, he could still barely wrap his head around the fact. Six hundred pounds. He was six hundred pounds of goat. Scott grinned to himself as he though back to his original, bony self. He was literally a quarter of the man he was now. He instinctively wrapped his hands around his belly, attempting to heft it up in all of his glory. It had been becoming progressively more difficult as it dropped lower and became wider, and to his delight, he found that today was the day in which he could no longer pick it up. He decided to shake his belly by his sides instead.

The content bovid turned around to observe his form in his new full-body mirror. Although it had hardly changed from yesterday, Scott was still shocked at the goat staring back at him. His face was starting to become obscured by his chubby cheeks, his neck swallowed by his double chin. His moobs had bloated out massive , the flabby pecs hanging down the sides of his guts like two overgrown sandbags made of gelatin. Under them was, of course, his belly. The massive sack of fat hung down past his crotch, laden with creases and folds. Not to be outdone, his hips had swelled so much that he had trouble clearing most doors, and his thighs had so much excess fat built on them that they resembled to conflicting oceans of rippling flab whenever Scott waddled. To some, this could be an image of disgust. To Scott, it was a source of joy that he had never previously known he would ever feel.

Obviously, Scott's size got in the way of day-to-day life on a regular basis- he could hardly move a yard without becoming short of breath, and his massive wideness made the prospect of moving through most spaces and crowds a daunting and awkward one. Yet, Scott's new body had several positive effects on his life. His aditude changed: rather than being shy and reserved, the bovid had become more confident, friendly and expressive. He had shed his self-concious ways to become a more content person. His new outlook on life had led him to become happier, and, ironically, more upbeat and energized. This was a godsend with his primal desire to gorge himself and his duty to put up with his job's requirement of customer service.

His job was also another aspect of his life that had changed, although it could be argued whether it was better or worse.

About when the goat had hit four-fifty, his Value Electronics uniform had once again become embarrassingly ill-fitting. Scott was, of course, called out by his boss for it, soon leading to the discovery that the company did not have uniforms that would properly fit the obese bovid. Seeing how grossly improper his attire had become, there was no option other than firing Scott. Although he was initially dissapointed, Scott had been prepared for this to happen. Pretty soon, he had found a similar position at a store perfect for those of his kind, fittingly titled "XXL Men".

The store had literally been built for furs his size, and he never had to worry about outgrowing his uniform, given the store's incredible range of sizes. He never felt out of place, either, given the store's usual plus-sized clientele. Even his boss was an improvement over the last, a kind woman who was used to working with larger furs.

Scott had never been happier, but there was still something that was missing. Scott couldn't help but think of what would've happened if he'd never went on that vacation- he would've been able to get closer to Ty, giving him the friendship he desperately wanted and the amazing cooking he constantly craved. He would often play out scenarios of him and Ty in his head- the two friends would get closer and closer, finally revealing their true feelings to each other, then doing things that lovers would do. Scott couldn't help but feel a bit pathetic about these fantasies- Ty was most likely straight, and even if he wasn't, why would he want to be with a blob like him? In the end, Scott knew that he was just wasting his time contemplating these things at all- he'd never see the wolf again.

Although his daily process was stress-free and happy- waking up, going to his job, eating as much as he could, admiring his body- Scott couldn't help but feel lonely. Although he was absolutely aroused by his form, he knew most men would definitely not be. He had found plenty of potential mates online, but none of them had 'clicked' with the goat upon meeting in real life. Scott was lonely.

These thoughts swirled around in his head like a bleak, grey tornado as he waddled throughout the music store, taking a rare trip outside of his workplace and favorite restaurants to find an album to take his mind off of things. He surveyed the shelves of records and CDs, bit as his search became more and more futile. Suddenly, a fur's distant voice from within the store caught his attention. He wasn't sure why, but the voice had a warm familiarity to it, leaving the goat confused, yet a bit excited. Why did it sound so familiar?

He quickly scanned the store for the source of the sound, sighing as his vision was filled with nothing but empty faces. The store was vast in size, and he didn't want to bother searching for what would possibly be the product of his imagination. The fur's voice got louder over time, as if it were coming closer to Scott. "No, it couldn't be....", he though, his heart pounding with excitement.

The next few minutes, however, were filled with dissapointment. The fur's voice hadn't made itself present for the past few minutes, and no matter how hard Scott searched through the shop, he was unable to find them. Sadly accepting that he must have incorrectly identified the voice, Scott began to sluggishly waddle out of the shop. As he was just about to exit, a strong, yet curious voice called out from behind him, confirming that he had not been daydreaming.

"Big S?? ...Is that you?"