138 kg

“O-ok… maybe there is such a thing as… *BURP* - too much weasel to go around…”

Gworp…

“I’ve gotten so fat!… I really need to stop letting myself go, I’m becoming such a…”

Grr…

“*mmph* Am… am I… getting hard over this?”

Any traces of the weasel he’d once been were quickly fading beneath the heaping pounds of lard that were quickly caking the whole of James’ frame. The majority of his weight continued its trend of settling on his enormous, overripe melon of a stomach, his body clearly panicking over what to do with the onslaught of grease and fat from his gluttonous lifestyle. He knew that this was wrong… that it was all getting out of hand… but, as evidenced by the tightness in his loins, part of him knew this so, so right, and that he aught to push it all ever further…

James, James! What’s happened to you? You’re turning into a blimp - one great, big, chicken-fried blimp! Have you no self-control, man? What’re you doing? Waddle your fat butt down to the gym and get jogging, big guy, before it’s too - oh heavens, are you… liking this? Oh dear, this is very bad, very bad indeed…

—-

(Note: Parts three and five of this sequence are marked as mature due to some sexual themes.)

Seeing as I just opened up my Scaling Up YCH again, it seems most thematic to post this fun, fatty, and slightly lewd rendition of the YCH I did for @JamDWeasel on Twitter. I don’t often post much with directly sexually explicit theming, so it was interesting to practice some of those effects and techniques, but I most enjoyed this sequence due to my unapologetic love of wobbling, weasel wideloads like @JamDWeasel’s delightfully doughy fellow, James. I hope you all enjoy!

—-

@JamDWeasel on Twitter - Widening Weasel