I made a WG sequence! And it's a Nidoking! It is just a random anthro nidoking, not an OC. Still getting some practice, and trying to improve my shading and linework skills. So enjoy and let's see what else I'll do in the future (don't raise your expectations too high).

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...gain so much weight?" I couldn't believe less than half a year ago I was staring at the mirror, looking half as wide as I was then. It couldn't be real. I had to be dreaming. I pinched my left biceps, or at least where it once used to be before it was helplessly burried under a heap of flab. But much to my dismay this was not a dream.

And even increasing my sorrow, I fooled nobody. I could clearly tell where my sagging gut, my thunder thighs, my chubby cheeks, and my widening hips had all come from. And there was no one to blame except myself. The first months went by very fast. Almost too fast for me to remember anything other than an increasing workload at the office, coupled with a decrease in spare time and a neight complete disapearance of those relaxing weekends I longed for each and every day.

Excercise used to be my respite. It was my one sacred moment. My coping mechanism. And it was striped away from me, slowly. Gradually. Progressively. Yet always unavoidably. My boss demanded me to stay ten minutes more, which quickly turned into thirty. Then a full hour when he signed me up for a course in business management, and another one on Big Data. I was the young, single, lively worker who —in his mind— fit the profile for someone who would fill that position.

Then I had problems with my landlord, which lead me to look for another place to stay, this time, on the outskirts of the city, instead of a few block away. Commuting made everything worse. I had to wake up extremely early, to arrive on time, only to waste even more time sitting on a bus with a bunch of equally fed up strangers. Having to wake up so early, made him groggy. It left him drained from what once was one of his most characteristic traits: his zest and livelyhood.

But it's not too late. I still can go back, this isn't too bad, right? Work can't be perpetually hogging my time (the same way I've been hogging doughnuts lately). My courses are over in two weeks, and from that point on, I'll get my afternoon crunches back. I can get off the buss a couple of blocks away from my office and climb up the stairs. That can be my daily cardio. No more 2x1 pizza discounts. I'll throw away all my fast food coupons. I promise. This is still a war I can win. Hope won't die. Not just yet.

Still my reflection looked back with mild disappointment, and a fully fledged belly that could no longer be clasified under the "chubby" label. Not only that: my arms bunched up fighting over for space. My neck had been smothered with fat, leading to a limited mobility whenever I had to turn my head. My legs constantly weighed me down, and by the time I reached the bus stop, I was short —nay, completely out— of breath and truly exhausted.

Back in the day, that same distance would have been nothing but a piece of...

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