Here’s another Scaling Up YCH, this time for  Triton-wolf, featuring his cat character discovering the greasy delights a new fast-food joint has to offer, with predictably heavy consequences! I had a lot of fun working on this - it’s always fun to take a stab at the reluctant, subtle creep of fast food addiction. It’s one of my favorite weight gain concepts, and I don’t work with it nearly as much as I should, so I was quite happy to take a stab at it here!

Thank you to  Triton-wolf for commissioning this lovely concept!

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A lot of things broke, at the end of the next month. Firstly, were his clothes. He must've gotten the largest size of uniform his work offered, but, it was not enough for this growing cat. Now, his work clothes were but fleeting tatters of fabric, and after receiving enough dress code violations to fill a book, his boss was more than happy to shift him over to an at-home position. While amazed and embarrassed by his fellow feline‘s size, the tall, imposing tiger couldn’t help but wonder about that restaurant… He simply had to see for himself how they could’ve made one of his employees so massive - it was a threat to his business! Plus… it’d let him try out that delicious sounding “Plump Pup Pumpkin Pie” Triton was always raving about… for research purposes, of course.

Truth be told, Triton was relieved to be at home. It was a promotion, after all, and now he wouldn’t have to struggle to stuff himself into his car to drive over anymore! He felt like something was off… about everything… but he could hardly think about it closely as he drove up to the drive-through, happily ordering as much as he could with the points he’d saved up!

In celebration of this new promotion, Triton figured he deserved a proper feast, right? His mouth salivating, he arrived at home, ready to dig into the plentiful platter before him - until… well… he realized that he should probably get that monthly weigh-in done before eating, no matter how much how loud his tummy’s tantrum grew.

Triton slipped into his “lounge-wear” (as if one could even wear those scraps of cloth and denim anymore…) and proceeded to waddle onto the scale - revealing now, the second thing that would break that day - his scale. With a rattling crunch, his overstressed scale was no more - his blubbery body had simply been too much.

The usual bout of panic was about to set upon this nervous cat, but… it stopped far, far earlier than before. With a gleeful smile, he realized the final thing to break - his reluctance. Y’know what… eating like this… it wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of fun - no, a lot of fun to stuff his face and gorge to his heart’s content! And who cares about all that blubber? His bloated belly just earned him a promotion! He should be happy - so, he was happy!

The cat grinned widely as he admired himself in the mirror, caressing his rolling mound of fat. Yeah… he did like this. With gleeful, shaking stomps, he marched back to the table, plopping himself into the reinforced, trembling chair, and beginning his feast. In between guzzling sodas and shakes and gobbling hot dogs and hamburgers, he couldn’t help but reach for his phone. He had a feeling he’d have room for more after this - a lot more…