Russ groggily awoke to find the absurd tightness in his stomach had once again been transformed into a more bearable tightness across his whole form as his sensitive skin struggled to accommodate his rapidly ballooning weight. Russ could only lay and pant in a vain attempt to catch his breath. He whined in frustration when he discovered his arms had become so weighed down with fat that he could scarcely even lift them. There had been a brief shining period where he was free enough to rub that mountainous gut pinning him in place. His restraints had been removed some time past, but only once it was clear he couldn't escape under his own power.

The distant but terrifyingly familiar sound a hand cart squealing under its heavy burden caused Russ to renew his escape efforts. He heaved himself from side to side but could scarcely lift his heaving bulk an inch off the table. The soft swell of fat rendered his waist completely incapable folding even if he did have the strength to do it. Even before his last feeding his mass was debilitating enough to keep him tantalizingly too far from escaping. Now with yet another layer laid across his entire body he could tell he was spiraling ever father away from mobility. If he were to escape, his odds were only going to get worse from here.

The uneven squeaking grew ever closer to the door and Russ' fruitless gyrations only managed to sap what little energy he had left. He sunk back on his plush shoulders in defeat and panted from exhaustion and the cement bag of fat laying on his chest. His only defense know was his sad puppy dog eyes, although they only seemed to have egged on his captor so far. The screeching sound halted just outside as the door slowly creaked open.

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Original lineart by the flabulous  SmallerGod!
Coloring Russ and story snippet by  Noone! I might turn this into an actual story at some point, but I like leaving things up to people's imagination too X3

Edit: Almost forgot, thanks a bunch to Bodbloat for the art help! Any feedback would be very helpful :3