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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So, Triton ate, and ate, and ate… While he thought he would gorge unnoticed in his home, he turned out to be mistaken. That lovely rewards program he entered sent him a special notification, right around the second brunch. In between hash browns and hamburgers, he opened the announcement with his fat fingers. He raised his fluffy brow at the strange notification, surprised, and a bit saddened that it wasn’t some sort of lifetime supply of milkshake or anything (a cat can dream, can’t he?)

His spirits rose again shortly thereafter though, as he gawked at the offer. Apparently, as a show of customer appreciation, he had earned a special opportunity - namely, as an “Eating Specialist” for “Hot Dog Hammock!” It had great hours… because there were no hours! It was a weird sort of contract work - he could hardly wrap his head around the legal jargon, but one thing was clear: All he had to do… was eat… And eat… and eat! It hard special offers and bonuses out the wazoo to boot - and he could even keep his old job, too! Dream come true didn’t even begin to cover this.

He gladly accepted the offer, and, after being visited the regional manager and “Eating Supervisor” for “Hot Dog Hammock” - an overly hedonistic husky who seemed to be the one guy he’d seen who was fatter than Triton himself! He was amazed that the massive dog could even fit through the specially widened door to his house, especially since Triton himself was already worried about getting his broadening belly stuck in the darn thing.

The man was friendly and well-dressed, which was shocking for a man of his size. If he had to guess, this guy's tailor made upgrades to that suit pretty darn often… Triton felt a little embarrassed talking to him with a sheet toga on (it was the only thing that would fit him anymore), but the husky seemed to find it hilarious, guffawing and gripping his gargantuan gut the moment he saw Triton, apparently finding it endearing!

After a few checks, a hearty buffet of Hot Dog Hammock cuisine, and careful measurements of Triton’s oversized form, the husky grinned widely, speaking with a Southern voice as sweet as honey, saying that he’d be the perfect fit for what they’ve got. Being unable to shake on the deal, the two instead opted to pat each other’s guts, leading to inevitable laughter, and a loud, chorus of gurgles from their guts. And so.. it was settled. He got the position - and a free “Smart Scale” to boot!

At his first weigh-in, Triton couldn’t help but busy himself with gorging, pausing only to take pride in that delightful new number. 931 pounds. Nearly at the big 1-0-0-0! Triton was thankful for the scale’s praise, as well as the neat deals he won! But, he couldn’t chit-chat with the scale for long - he had work to do! Plus, he could hardly hear the darn thing over the excited groaning and gurgling of his dizzyingly doughy belly.