Here’s another Scaling Up YCH, this time for  Triton-wolf, featuring his cat character discovering the greasy delights a new fast-food joint has to offer, with predictably heavy consequences! I had a lot of fun working on this - it’s always fun to take a stab at the reluctant, subtle creep of fast food addiction. It’s one of my favorite weight gain concepts, and I don’t work with it nearly as much as I should, so I was quite happy to take a stab at it here!

Thank you to  Triton-wolf for commissioning this lovely concept!

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207. 2-0-freaking-7 in two weeks! Triton felt like he should gawk at the number on the scale, but he was afraid to open his mouth on account of the greasy, juicy hamburger that filled it right then. Well… seems like a certain cat just got smacked with reality, eh? He’d been able to pass off the tightening of his shirt and pants as merely being the fault of shoddy detergent or an overzealous dryer (even as a suspiciously soft mound started to pour over his waistband), but now… it was concrete.

He’d put on more than a few - in fact, he’d put on plenty. Internally, he tried to justify the broken resolution, the gains, the extra trips to that accursed restaurant - but, he couldn’t. Mainly because his mind kept drifting back to the delicious slab of meat, cheese, and grease sitting between the two buns in his hands… Heck, even the bread here tasted delightful… he began to wonder if they put bacon grease in the flour or something.

He shook his head, snapping out of it as he furrowed his brows towards the sliver of belly jutting out from his tightening shirt. Okay. No more excuses. He wouldn’t set foot in another restaurant until he dropped this weight - and he’d go to the gym again too! It was time to shape up… starting tomorrow. Well… he wasn’t done with his burger yet! And that free large milkshake he got with the one coupon is still on the table… he can’t just let that go to waste, can he?