“Goals? Eh… I’d only wanna gain till here, I think.”

*Grrr…*

Holt was a reasonable wolf, who wanted to attain only an reasonable weight. Sure - he liked being big, round, and fluffy, but there wasn’t any sense in taking it too far. He’d enough of his friends turn into heaving, hungering butterballs to know that he was content as an admirer of the soon-to-be-immobile, as opposed to counting himself amongst their ranks.

That being said - he did like to eat, and he did like to gain… So, why shouldn’t he envision himself as being a little thicker…? After all, it would only take an extra meal or two a day to get him to that ideal, fluffier size. As his stomach growled, the thoughts of remaining reasonable in were dashed by the images his mind was conjuring - buttery pancakes, juicy burgers, and hearty steaks became his focus for the day’s meals.

After the day’s binging, the lounged on his recliner, finding satisfaction in just how quick that milestone was bound to come… But, again, assuring himself, that it wouldn’t further! At least, that much further, he thought as he drifted off into a food-borne slumber…

/Some Time Later…/

“Heh… Did I mention I’m an over-achiever? (Especially when food’s involved…)”

*Glorp… Worsh…!*

Holt was a hambeast. Plain and simple. A great, gurgling ball of lard, intent on eating himself silly each day, every day, till the end of his days. He tried to be reasonable, to start, but, he got hooked on that soft, buttery feeling in his belly. The sensation of getting a little softer, a little wider, and a little hungrier week after week, day after day, and eventually, meal after meal…

He certainly wasn’t a skinny coy-wolf when he hit that first goal of his, what with that great, doughy gut of his, now doughier than before,e but he quickly graduated from “fairly fat” to “officially obese” in no time. His shirts were doomed early on - barely able to contain his stomach after his heavy, hearty meals, then unable to contain it on an empty stomach, until finally, his roundness made them rip apart altogether.

His shorts were snug, very quickly, then they were tight - but, they were made of sterner stuff than the other fabrics, it seemed, as they eventually settled into being buried under the wobbly wolf flab that encumbered Holt’s hefty, horfing form, perhaps spared from total destruction by the peculiar belly-heaviness of his new form…

That wasn’t to say that the fat from his incredible appetite only ended up on his gut - there was plenty of extra softness to his cheeks, and eventually, his chins - his chest became enough to make any woman jealous, and his rump was a sight to behold - but that whale-sized gut of his stole the show…

It was always the first thing to grow, after each meal had properly digested. At first, it was the doughy lump that he originally planned for - then, it became a proud, jostling thing, the size of a most overripe pumpkin - then, it became proud and piggish, probably rivaling the size of those admirable animals - for, they were admirable in his eyes, in taste to be certain - and then, finally, it settled as a great, billowing boulder which he could hardly move anymore…

Holt is right - he certainly is an overachiever… and overachiever in appetite obsession, world-class waddling, and outright obesity!

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Here’s a model sheet I whipped up today of Holt, my ever-gluttonous, ever-growing Coywolf sona getting into the usual silly, fatty antics that are flat out unavoidable for the fellow…

This is the first proper blended line/lineless model sheet I’ve done, and the first full sized prismacolor piece of the kind I may have done up to this point. I really love how the style makes the shading look on certain objects… Like bellies, for example! Buttery, soft, and smooth… just like they aught to be!

If you’re interested in getting a traditionally colored piece like this yourself, I have them available here…

Prismacolor Model Sheet Commissions

…as an experimental commission type - there are limited slots, so if you’re interested, please feel free to let me know!