This is a continuation of  Borusa-Ryalam's Scaling Up YCH, featuring a returning role for his ever-ravenous inteleon Dimitri, featuring plenty of galaxy-gobbling growth! It was a pleasure to work with  Borusa-Ryalam as always, especially given the concepts/ideas he had for this piece. This sequence allowed me to develop and try out plenty of new techniques, and overall, I'm very pleased with how everything turned out, especially in regards to the planets and suns/stars!

Thank you again to  Borusa-Ryalam for commissioning me for this project, and I hope you all enjoy!

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And here we are. In the end of reality. With him at the center. There go all the concepts of things that ever were and ever will be, beyond any simple reality. There goes Cake - all of it. All the cakes that ever could be, would be and should be - of course, this fatass went for that first.

There goes rest. None shall ever sleep again, for all of existence. Now, sleep is but a fleeting memory in his rolls of flab. Money, currency, coins, gold - things that meant much to many, now, but an ember in his unknowable, unimaginable gut.

Peaches on a summer’s day. Gone. Ah - there goes one of my least favorite. Pollen. But alas! With it goes the smell of a warm spring day! Never shall these be known, to any.

There goes smell… I’ve forgotten that too, now. Wait. This is getting worse. Planets are gone - all of them, ever, is gone. What else can be without them? How can he devour anymore? What is there that’s left?!

Time. But a fleeting memory.
Memory. What is it? What was it?

Hearing. What’d you say? You have to speak up. Pardon? No-

Companionship. I don’t know what you mean. I can’t-

Love. What? How could you - it’s gone.

Sight. Where am I? Where is he? It’s so dark-

Darkness. … Gone. Cheeky.

Narration. Gone. Gobbled. Going.

Please, no, I-

Everything else is gone now. Please stop - you’ve had enough! There’s nothing left - ever! Nothing will be, ever! No, you’re already close enough, you fat, gluttonous thing, stop it, stop it! NO, I-

FINE - eat it all then, you immense, ginormous, mountainous, galactic, tremendous, flabby, chubby, corpulent, obese… c’mon, do it, you… you… fatty… fat, fat ball of FAT! Eat it all!!

A loud chomp was the last noise that was ever heard.
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The concept of gluttony was the last thing, of all things that ever were, to go.