184 kg

“God - *chew* - It feels so good to - *scoff* - pig out like this constantly. Every new bad habit, ever new *BWARP* slovenly indulgence making me - *gulp* - gain pound after pound…”

Glurk…

“I’m getting so greasy and overweight… pretty soon I’m not gonna be able to reach. I dunno what I’m gonna do I… - *gurgle* - am getting hungry again…”

James was fat - hopelessly, undeniably, and deliciously fat… It was safe to say, at this point, that the bloated, heaving weasel had reached the point of no return. His clothing was finally buckling over the weight of his ample adipose, as his stomach surged ever onward, digesting a near-constant stream of thick, chunky milkshakes and greasy, mouth-watering fried chicken. He couldn’t stop, even if he wanted too… This wasn’t just good… it was pure bliss.

My- my God James… Look at you! You’re - you’re HUGE! You’re like a turkey bursting with stuffing, yet you keep cramming more and more filling into yourself - I’d ask where it was all going if it weren’t so plainly clear - you’re enormous! Look at that creamy gut of yours spilling over your lap, covering your manhood - how on earth can you fulfill that… perverse… pleasure of yours once you get too fat to maneuver yourself… By the stars, I’d try to reassure or encourage you, but I’m afraid there’s simply no hope for you…

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(Note: Parts three and five of this sequence are marked as mature due to some sexual themes.)

Seeing as I just opened up my Scaling Up YCH again, it seems most thematic to post this fun, fatty, and slightly lewd rendition of the YCH I did for @JamDWeasel on Twitter. I don’t often post much with directly sexually explicit theming, so it was interesting to practice some of those effects and techniques, but I most enjoyed this sequence due to my unapologetic love of wobbling, weasel wideloads like @JamDWeasel’s delightfully doughy fellow, James. I hope you all enjoy!

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@JamDWeasel on Twitter - Widening Weasel