Holt grimaced as he looked at his scale - or, rather, tried to. He could just barely see the top of it over the curve of his heavy, fluffy belly, one that felt much heavier since his last New Year’s weigh-in… The soft, plush wolf-yote sighed as he heaved himself onto the infernal technology, the quintuple-helping of birthday cake from earlier sloshing about in his stomach in an uncomfortable way.

The scale whirred as it calibrated, before barking out…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR, BIRTHDAY BOY - IF YOU KEEP THIS UP, YOU’LL BE A BIRTHDAY BLIMP BY 2028! MAYBE EVEN A WHALE… ENJOY THE CAKE, PORK-FACE!”

Holt sighed in defeat as he endured the temperamental technology’s insults… He’d have to have some words with whoever got him this stupid gag scale - Nickel, maybe? Or was it Jackal - then again, this would be fitting from Clover… in any case, he was stuck with it, for now… It was the only scale that hadn’t broken as of yet!

“Snarky? Yeah. Funny? Meh.”

*Glorp… Slorsh…!*

His stomach complained loudly, reminding him that he really aught not forget his post-birthday breakfast…

*Tweeeee…*

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Alrighty! A New Year, and a new width for everyone’s favorite corpulent coy-wolf - I figured I should drawn him hamming it up for New Year’s Eve in celebration of his (and my own) birthday. I think I’ll settle on this being his canonical weight for this year - a good deal doughier than last, but I think it suits him well!

So! It’s the New Year! Woooo- man… It’s been a heck of a year so far on my end, a lot of ups, and a few downs, but nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be posting a little more about my future plans in a journal that’ll be releasing very soon indeed, but, from this moment on, Booknut’s back, baby! I’m gonna do my darndest to post here and elsewhere, and get more fatty goodness out to all of ya. Expect one heck-of-a-post bomb very soon!

Thank you to everyone for your viewership and patronage over the years, and I hope everyone’s having a great New Year so far!