“Hah! Me? Fat? Hehe… Not as fat as YOU’RE gonna be, butterball!”

The stoat was a confident, wily, and mischievous creature by nature - but few exemplified these traits like the most scheming schemer of the whole species… Jiskcar. All of this weasel’s scheming went towards a goal wholly different than what was usual - he wished to fatten, swell, and immobilize all those who he thought deserved it.

Evidently, you can count your ranks amongst the deserving - your time with the stoat has been short, but already he has lured you into the grasp of gluttony - your formerly trim waistline was now securely buried under a fine mound of pudge. Had it been that unusual insistence on all-you-can-eat-buffets that had done it? Had it been the mysterious box of donuts that appeared in your bedroom morning after morning? Or had it been some wily scheme of the stoat you’d hardly taken notice of?

But… You noticed something else - he’d gotten fatter too. Now, not as fat as you - but only by a little. You’d noticed that his attention had been becoming distracted at those all-you-can-eat joints - and that box of donuts started to miss a pastries… First one, then two, and now, more than half the box lay missing whenever you’d find it… That jiggly, buttery ball that hung over his tightening orange underwear spoke loudly of where his scheming efforts had been going as of late…

And he was in total denial of what he was doing to himself - all because of what he was doing to you… You’d found a chink in his armor of plotting… And you intended to exploit it. For every pound you gained, you’d make sure he got back his fill, too…

/12 Backfiring Schemes Later/

“Hnng… Huff… Come closer, fat boy, and bring my 4th supper while you’re at it! Time to see how much you’ve plumped up, pudgeball - URP!”

*Gwob… Wob… Glorp… Worb!*

This stoat was a corpulent, wide, and massive creature by nurture - both yours and his. He was a greedy, indulgent, and desperately gluttonous heap of butter, at this point - and to think, it only took twelve of his silly schemes to turn him into this!

Of course, you’d plumped up a bit too - after all, you had to keep the ruse going (and the food sure was delicious, wasn’t it?), but for every pastry that rounded your gut, you made sure that two, then three, then four, then five entered his… And so long as you kept eating, he kept eating too…

When you’d eaten enough Chinese takeout for three, he’d eaten plenty for ten, the stoat wearing a confident smirk bordered by half-lidded, near-comatose eyes as the last dumpling entered your maw, and the last dish of noodles entered his…

When the last slice of cake entered your mouth, the third pie entered his chubby, yielding cheeks…

You snacked lightly (for you) and rubbed your great, wobbling beachball of a belly as you waddled over to that great, smug pile of softness - displaying it proudly to lull your pet butterball into his well-earned - but still false - sense of security - and fed him further from that distant dream of mischevious mobility…

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Here’s a marker sheet piece that was originally inked a long while ago, and colored quite recently, done this time for the ever-lovely (and eternally-lardy) Jiskcar … You’d think he’d have caught on to how fat he was getting by scheme #6 - he’s either blindly devoted to blimping others, or part of that great, sloshing stoat likes himself that way…

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!

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 Jiskcar - Overstuffed Schemer