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Scaling Up YCH - Jam Donut (5/5) - Alt
232 kg
“Sir, can I get your order?”
Huff…
“Hi, uh - *wheeze * - its James again - So uh - *gasp* - Can I get three triple quarter pounders with extra cheese, three extra-large cokes, forty tw- *mmphhh* - two chicken nuggets - *wheeze* - four apple pies and thr… tre… F-fuck, I’m close! FOUR oreo mclurries! - *moan*”
Slorsh…
“S-Sir?
Puff… Urp…
“Just catching my - *wheeze* - breath - *gasp* - that will be - *pant* - everything for now…”
Wheeze…
“I need to finish faster… These orders are getting so - *huff* - big…”
James was beyond fat. He was beyond obese. He was pushy the upper limit of fatass, at this point, really - he was a jiggling, wobbly, wheezing pile of weasely rolls… Rolls that eagerly oozed further out in every direction after each and every overindulgent, greasy, delectable order he got from that tantalizing fast food place right down the street. He was a heaving, burgeoning wideload that could only get pleasure from the awkward friction of his bloated body sloshing about, combined of course, with an absurdly large order of food, or some other fatty fantasy. James was a fat, hopeless wreck - and he couldn’t be happier…
I don’t even know what to say anymore, James. I don’t think you can hear me anymore, if you ever could at all. Why didn’t you stop and listen to me - stop and think about the consequences of your actions - no, you simply had to indulge, didn’t you? And my, what a splendid job you did of it, developing some sort of sick fetish around the idea of swelling yourself up past the size of a mattress. Is it getting hard to just stand there and huff and heave and puff and wheeze like that? It’s really no wonder, big guy… Treasure this moment now, though. At your rate of rounding, I don’t see much other than sitting in your future…
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(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!
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@JamDWeasel on Twitter - Widening Weasel
“Sir, can I get your order?”
Huff…
“Hi, uh - *wheeze * - its James again - So uh - *gasp* - Can I get three triple quarter pounders with extra cheese, three extra-large cokes, forty tw- *mmphhh* - two chicken nuggets - *wheeze* - four apple pies and thr… tre… F-fuck, I’m close! FOUR oreo mclurries! - *moan*”
Slorsh…
“S-Sir?
Puff… Urp…
“Just catching my - *wheeze* - breath - *gasp* - that will be - *pant* - everything for now…”
Wheeze…
“I need to finish faster… These orders are getting so - *huff* - big…”
James was beyond fat. He was beyond obese. He was pushy the upper limit of fatass, at this point, really - he was a jiggling, wobbly, wheezing pile of weasely rolls… Rolls that eagerly oozed further out in every direction after each and every overindulgent, greasy, delectable order he got from that tantalizing fast food place right down the street. He was a heaving, burgeoning wideload that could only get pleasure from the awkward friction of his bloated body sloshing about, combined of course, with an absurdly large order of food, or some other fatty fantasy. James was a fat, hopeless wreck - and he couldn’t be happier…
I don’t even know what to say anymore, James. I don’t think you can hear me anymore, if you ever could at all. Why didn’t you stop and listen to me - stop and think about the consequences of your actions - no, you simply had to indulge, didn’t you? And my, what a splendid job you did of it, developing some sort of sick fetish around the idea of swelling yourself up past the size of a mattress. Is it getting hard to just stand there and huff and heave and puff and wheeze like that? It’s really no wonder, big guy… Treasure this moment now, though. At your rate of rounding, I don’t see much other than sitting in your future…
—-
(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!
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@JamDWeasel on Twitter - Widening Weasel
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Weasel
Size 1531 x 1743px
File Size 1.49 MB
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