Here’s the first of the new batch of Scaling Up YCHes! I got this one here done back in December, and I’ve finally found the time to write up a description and post this. It was a lot of fun to draw such a fancy fox transforming into a real dapper doughball! A huge thank you to  Dante_Fox for ordering this, and I hope you all enjoy.

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132 lbs.

“Hm… I’d better watch it before I really start to pack on the pounds…”

The well-dressed fox rubbed his stomach pensively, an expression of concern on clear display. It wasn’t a tremendous increase by any means, but things like this always starts small - he must be vigilant with his diet, before that number goes up further…

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238 lbs.

“That number just keeps climbing… A diet may even the weight out - I’ll give it a try…”

*GROWL*

“Er… Next week, that is, heh…”

Between the munches of his deliciously fattening burger, our foxy friend thought about how he aught to be much more alarmed - it had been a month since he’d weighed himself, and somehow, he had shot up over 100 pounds! A bouncing ballgut sat at the center of his waist, but he was otherwise blessed with a mostly gentle gain - all things considered, he held himself quite well… If he didn’t change, that even-weighting was bound to vanish, of course!

He must adjust immediately before things got any worse. But, for whatever reason, the fox found himself utterly unalarmed. While he made half-hearted promises to himself, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to order a few more burgers…

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368 lbs.

“Heh - I don’t need to se that number to know how fat I am - a blind man could see that!”

“Maybe I should have some more ice cream.”

This last month brought gains even greater than the month before - the fox’s increasing appetite was ever-present in his mind and in his mouth, and it was truly showing now! The once limber fox found his gait encumbered by a massive, doughy middle that sagged over his waistband, and growled at a near constant hum. His thighs were beginning to lose their firmness, and his neck was thickening quickly, the beginnings of a double-chin making themselves known.

The indifference he felt last month, however, was swiftly being replaced by an eagerness and excitement towards what astounding number the scale would bark out next…

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496 lbs.

“Mmm - this pie is just heavenly! I must have another after this… No, two more - mnf - better have three!”

The fox now stood, or rather, wobbled on the cusp of 500 pounds - a whole 1/4 ton - and it took little wonder to see how he’d earned all that soft, yielding fox flesh. Over the past month, his love of food has only expanded, with his previous four meals a day giving way to five, then six, and now even seven, if one doesn’t count the endless snacking between meals!

Not a thing in the once limber vulpine’s wardrobe fit - in fact, it would be a miracle if he should find anything respectable to cover his enormous, engorged beachball of a stomach, or the spare tyre beneath it for that matter! Each day, a new stitch gave way in whatever pants he happened to be wearing, as his body swelled out in every direction.

The fox’s tail held itself high as he dreamed about the massive meals and even greater gains that awaited him in this coming month… Oh, how he couldn’t wait for this next weigh-in!

The scale groaned in horrified anticipation of the heavy footfalls to come…

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ERROR. OBJECT HAS EXCEEDED 650 LBS. UNIT - EXPIRED.

“Heh… Well, the old thing was a nuisance, anyway - always distracting me from my meals!”

“Speaking of which… it’s time for 3rd lunch’s 1st course!”

He should’ve stopped at the first weigh-in. He could’ve dropped the weight the next time. His diet’s doom was only half-written at the next month. A wake-up call, however faint, was still possible at last month’s pie-binge weigh-in. But now, with the device so thoroughly demolished, the once trim, thin fox had sealed his wide, whale-like fate for the rest of his days.

Gone was any trace of athleticism or responsible dining. In their place stood a heaving, monstrous, drooping stomach and a near-permanent bag of greasy, heavy fast-food. Amazingly, the immensely overfed fox could still stand - but, he found his arms tiring, overburdened by the quadruple-butter chocolate supreme shake and the five-burger, fifty nugget, three apple pie combo that was threatening to break the greasy film of the Big’n Burger bag.

The fox would forever be a massive, gluttonous wideload from now on - with thighs that rubbed eternally with themselves or his burdensome beast of a belly, a ring of neckfat so firmly entrenched that it threatened to rip the collar of any shirt he wore, and lovehandles that refused to be contained by any garment.

Although the scale was demolished, and that thrill of discovery now a mere distant memory, our fantastically fat foxy friend has no plans to stop now… In fact, the true feast may’ve only just begun…

THE END

(At least for the SCALE…)

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Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 1
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 2
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 3
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 4
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 5
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Full Sequence

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Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 1 - Alt
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 2 - Alt
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 3 - Alt
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 4 - Alt
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Part 5 - Alt
Scaling Up YCH - Dante_Fox - Full Sequence - Alt