“Aw yeah! Time to get MASSIVE!”

The thin ferret could just see it now - with this new year-supply of fudge-flavored Max Gains supplement, he’d have the body of his dreams in no time!
He’d always wanted to bulk up to a more impressive size - to have the kind of body that turns heads, earns comments, and gets all the right people to like him…

The skinny, slinky guy he’d been would be gone forever, buried under something much, much more attractive. For the next year, for every last bleeding day, this mustelid’s gonna maximize his mass, and there’s nothing that could stop him!

/1 YEAR and MANY GAINS LATER/

*Burp* *Bugh* * Burp* *Slosh*

“*Horf* *Huff* This is… also acceptable.”

It looks like our ferrety friend got more than he bargained for with that supplement of his… He should’ve seen this coming when he picked up the “fudge-flavored” gain powder! Something healthy could never come in such a nice flavor.

He’d foolishly waved it all away at that first extra roll - simply determining that it was a side effect. When he had a proper ballgut, it was just water weight. When his bum blimped outwards, he determined that it was, in fact, a result of his vigilant bicycling routine, with the muscle concentrating entirely around the pelvis for… genetic reasons.

When he had outgrown his entire wardrobe, he was sure that it was a sign of his growing muscles. When he resigned to take the elevator, he determined that his muscle was simply too great to heave up the stairs. When he got stuck in the elevator door, he attributed it to the odd-after-workout bloating - after all, he’d downed three jars of that supplement in his shakes throughout.

When he got tossed out of his first buffet, he determined that the fatties in there were simply ashamed of their loathsome, lardy ways after seeing such a stunning body in their midst - he understood where that raving pandaman was coming from when he hauled him out, a form like him was simply bad for business.

When his belly scraped the ground, he… well, he’d come up with an exuse after third breakfast, there was no need to rush! When he grew too fat to push through his door, he resolved to set up some sort of at-home gym - next week, of course. When next week came, he of course, found an excuse not to come up with any solution, resolving instead to simply keep eating.

When he finally reached the point where he was too great and fat to move much at all, aside from his pilgrimages to the fridge and the front door for take-out… well, he finally acknowledged his body for what it is… massive. And he found it most acceptable…

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Here’s another marker model sheet, this time done for my dear friend Nickel-Cat_Engine - it mainly serves as the Prismacolor palette for an upcoming art piece involving both him and Holt, but I couldn’t help myself from getting creative with the scene for the reference. Who needs a normal reference sheet, when you can draw a silly fatty concept for the same effect?

These markers are an absolute dream to use, and I really am pleased with how Nickel’s colors came out - it’s been interesting having to translate the digital colors to traditional, but I would say the method is paying off very nicely. I hope you all enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed making it - weasels were simply meant to be wide, weren’t they?

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 Nickel-Cat_Engine - Massive Mustelid