Scaling Up YCH - Triton-wolf (Full)
Scaling Up YCH - Triton-wolf (Parts 1-7)
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!
Part 1
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Triton was a thin, wiry cat by nature - but part of him knew that the fast-food joint that set up shop right next to his work was going to be trouble the moment he saw the crews hitching up that big, glowing sign. He smirked a little when he saw it - the logo was simply too tacky not to! The great, big sign displayed a rotund, overfed dog lounging back in a hot dog bun, zig-zagging lines of ketchup and mustard draped over his bulbous belly. There was a certain charm to the place - while Triton was determined to never set foot in the place like that for the sake of his figure, he couldn’t deny that there was a certain charm to the place.
Not long after, the sign was fully assembled, along with the newly completed restaurant - “Hot Dog Hammock,” was now open for business, according to the bold letters under it. And, unfortunately for this fickle feline, his will could only last so long - a week-long, to be specific. He worked late that night, and his stomach was growling for something - anything! He pulled into the drive-through somewhat nervously, going for something light… a hot dog, burger, and fries seemed to be the lightest thing they had there, according to the awkwardly designed menu sign and the crackling, garbled voice of the speaker. One little dinner wouldn’t hurt - right?
These lingering thoughts stayed with him as he stared down at the bold, proud 146 displayed on his scale. He’d only eaten there two - three - er… maybe… four times at this point over the week, and somehow he’d already managed to gain three pounds! Okay - maybe it was just a coincidence, after all, he hadn’t been to the gym for a little bit - but just to be safe, he resolved to stay far away from that place, no matter how convenient it may be…
Part 2
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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?
Part 3
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“372”, the mechanical voice of the scale chimed. The fattened feline let out a slight gasp as he ran his hand across his blubbery belly, which chimed in with a few surprised glorps and gurgles of its own! His cheeks flushed a powerful pink of embarrassment - he thought the comments at work were simply playful riffs - little did he know that the jeering of his coworkers greatly understated his true size! Panic began to set in as he took another bite out of the battered, greasy chicken leg.
Okay… this was too much… it’d hardly been a month since his last weight in- and… he just looked like- an utter fat- Oh… Hrmph… barely through his first bucket of fried chicken, and already his next order from “Hot Dog Hammock is here.” He stifled a burp as he looked to the door, taking a wobbly step off of the scale, wincing as the number revealed itself from under his gut for just a moment, before disappearing. Look… he could go back to worrying after he got this free bonus meal… How does the Hammock afford to give him that much food for free again…? Especially when it's so greasy… and tasty… and… What was he worried about again? Oh right - getting more food…
Part 4
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Another month, another shock for this corpulent cat. The scale creaked heavily under the heaving, hefty burden of the 493-pound blubber ball teetering on top of it, demolishing yet another “Plump Pup Pumpkin Pie”, courtesy of his favorite place to eat (and the only place he eats anymore…) - the only thing doing worse than the scale at this point was his tattered pants and T-shirt, which were busy fighting a losing battle against a tremendous tidal wave of fat!
He was shocked, panicked, and frightened by his whale-like body! How did this happen- oh right. Eating. Often. Very often. If his hands weren’t so busy shoveling more and more pie into his face, he may have tried lifting his heavy belly, but well… that pie wouldn’t eat itself, now would it? A small part of the feline was screaming in panic and fear at what he’d become, desperately begging the other parts of his mind to stop this madness - but the rest of him was too occupied with thinking about the rest of the pies waiting out in the kitchen…
Part 5
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A lot of things broke, at the end of the next month. Firstly, were his clothes. He must've gotten the largest size of uniform his work offered, but, it was not enough for this growing cat. Now, his work clothes were but fleeting tatters of fabric, and after receiving enough dress code violations to fill a book, his boss was more than happy to shift him over to an at-home position. While amazed and embarrassed by his fellow feline‘s size, the tall, imposing tiger couldn’t help but wonder about that restaurant… He simply had to see for himself how they could’ve made one of his employees so massive - it was a threat to his business! Plus… it’d let him try out that delicious sounding “Plump Pup Pumpkin Pie” Triton was always raving about… for research purposes, of course.
Truth be told, Triton was relieved to be at home. It was a promotion, after all, and now he wouldn’t have to struggle to stuff himself into his car to drive over anymore! He felt like something was off… about everything… but he could hardly think about it closely as he drove up to the drive-through, happily ordering as much as he could with the points he’d saved up!
In celebration of this new promotion, Triton figured he deserved a proper feast, right? His mouth salivating, he arrived at home, ready to dig into the plentiful platter before him - until… well… he realized that he should probably get that monthly weigh-in done before eating, no matter how much how loud his tummy’s tantrum grew.
Triton slipped into his “lounge-wear” (as if one could even wear those scraps of cloth and denim anymore…) and proceeded to waddle onto the scale - revealing now, the second thing that would break that day - his scale. With a rattling crunch, his overstressed scale was no more - his blubbery body had simply been too much.
The usual bout of panic was about to set upon this nervous cat, but… it stopped far, far earlier than before. With a gleeful smile, he realized the final thing to break - his reluctance. Y’know what… eating like this… it wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of fun - no, a lot of fun to stuff his face and gorge to his heart’s content! And who cares about all that blubber? His bloated belly just earned him a promotion! He should be happy - so, he was happy!
The cat grinned widely as he admired himself in the mirror, caressing his rolling mound of fat. Yeah… he did like this. With gleeful, shaking stomps, he marched back to the table, plopping himself into the reinforced, trembling chair, and beginning his feast. In between guzzling sodas and shakes and gobbling hot dogs and hamburgers, he couldn’t help but reach for his phone. He had a feeling he’d have room for more after this - a lot more…
Part 6
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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.
Part 7
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Things reached a tremendous tipping point for the tremendously tubby Triton. He had eaten a ton of greasy, gelatinous fast food, and like a wise man once said, “You are what you eat.” The immensely flabby feline was ecstatic when he heard those magic numbers, his fast-food-laden stomach jiggling in excitement as he cheered. A dangerous maneuver when one’s using his stomach as a table, to be sure - but he was able to save the bone or two hamburgers and hotdogs that were trying to escape (namely by throwing them straight into his waiting maw.)
But he couldn’t help himself… all his hard work of gorging and glutting had finally paid off! He gazed down at his heaving side, the one pointing towards the camera some of the tech guys set up at his latest promotion, noticing how stretched the “mural” they painted on him had become. Each day, that image of the company’s Flabby mascot grew more and more warped, as the cat-shaped canvas grew and grew… The pictures that the camera was taking were great for the company’s marketing materials. And to think - here he was, sitting in his living room and serving as one of the finest pieces of marketing the fast-food industry had ever seen - and all by being exceptionally fat!
His excitement only grew further when the scale reviewed some even better news… he had just earned a lifetime supply… of EVERYTHING! To say our boulder-sized friend was overjoyed would be a horrific understatement. He was beyond happy, and beyond eager to try out everything on their menu at once! Heck, maybe he’d even go for seconds then… or thirds… or fourths…
No matter what this jolly, jiggling ball of joy decides for his next meal, I think we can all safely say, that one ton is merely the beginning for this immense feline - and no one could be happier about that than Triton.
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!
Part 1
—-
Triton was a thin, wiry cat by nature - but part of him knew that the fast-food joint that set up shop right next to his work was going to be trouble the moment he saw the crews hitching up that big, glowing sign. He smirked a little when he saw it - the logo was simply too tacky not to! The great, big sign displayed a rotund, overfed dog lounging back in a hot dog bun, zig-zagging lines of ketchup and mustard draped over his bulbous belly. There was a certain charm to the place - while Triton was determined to never set foot in the place like that for the sake of his figure, he couldn’t deny that there was a certain charm to the place.
Not long after, the sign was fully assembled, along with the newly completed restaurant - “Hot Dog Hammock,” was now open for business, according to the bold letters under it. And, unfortunately for this fickle feline, his will could only last so long - a week-long, to be specific. He worked late that night, and his stomach was growling for something - anything! He pulled into the drive-through somewhat nervously, going for something light… a hot dog, burger, and fries seemed to be the lightest thing they had there, according to the awkwardly designed menu sign and the crackling, garbled voice of the speaker. One little dinner wouldn’t hurt - right?
These lingering thoughts stayed with him as he stared down at the bold, proud 146 displayed on his scale. He’d only eaten there two - three - er… maybe… four times at this point over the week, and somehow he’d already managed to gain three pounds! Okay - maybe it was just a coincidence, after all, he hadn’t been to the gym for a little bit - but just to be safe, he resolved to stay far away from that place, no matter how convenient it may be…
Part 2
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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?
Part 3
—-
“372”, the mechanical voice of the scale chimed. The fattened feline let out a slight gasp as he ran his hand across his blubbery belly, which chimed in with a few surprised glorps and gurgles of its own! His cheeks flushed a powerful pink of embarrassment - he thought the comments at work were simply playful riffs - little did he know that the jeering of his coworkers greatly understated his true size! Panic began to set in as he took another bite out of the battered, greasy chicken leg.
Okay… this was too much… it’d hardly been a month since his last weight in- and… he just looked like- an utter fat- Oh… Hrmph… barely through his first bucket of fried chicken, and already his next order from “Hot Dog Hammock is here.” He stifled a burp as he looked to the door, taking a wobbly step off of the scale, wincing as the number revealed itself from under his gut for just a moment, before disappearing. Look… he could go back to worrying after he got this free bonus meal… How does the Hammock afford to give him that much food for free again…? Especially when it's so greasy… and tasty… and… What was he worried about again? Oh right - getting more food…
Part 4
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Another month, another shock for this corpulent cat. The scale creaked heavily under the heaving, hefty burden of the 493-pound blubber ball teetering on top of it, demolishing yet another “Plump Pup Pumpkin Pie”, courtesy of his favorite place to eat (and the only place he eats anymore…) - the only thing doing worse than the scale at this point was his tattered pants and T-shirt, which were busy fighting a losing battle against a tremendous tidal wave of fat!
He was shocked, panicked, and frightened by his whale-like body! How did this happen- oh right. Eating. Often. Very often. If his hands weren’t so busy shoveling more and more pie into his face, he may have tried lifting his heavy belly, but well… that pie wouldn’t eat itself, now would it? A small part of the feline was screaming in panic and fear at what he’d become, desperately begging the other parts of his mind to stop this madness - but the rest of him was too occupied with thinking about the rest of the pies waiting out in the kitchen…
Part 5
—-
A lot of things broke, at the end of the next month. Firstly, were his clothes. He must've gotten the largest size of uniform his work offered, but, it was not enough for this growing cat. Now, his work clothes were but fleeting tatters of fabric, and after receiving enough dress code violations to fill a book, his boss was more than happy to shift him over to an at-home position. While amazed and embarrassed by his fellow feline‘s size, the tall, imposing tiger couldn’t help but wonder about that restaurant… He simply had to see for himself how they could’ve made one of his employees so massive - it was a threat to his business! Plus… it’d let him try out that delicious sounding “Plump Pup Pumpkin Pie” Triton was always raving about… for research purposes, of course.
Truth be told, Triton was relieved to be at home. It was a promotion, after all, and now he wouldn’t have to struggle to stuff himself into his car to drive over anymore! He felt like something was off… about everything… but he could hardly think about it closely as he drove up to the drive-through, happily ordering as much as he could with the points he’d saved up!
In celebration of this new promotion, Triton figured he deserved a proper feast, right? His mouth salivating, he arrived at home, ready to dig into the plentiful platter before him - until… well… he realized that he should probably get that monthly weigh-in done before eating, no matter how much how loud his tummy’s tantrum grew.
Triton slipped into his “lounge-wear” (as if one could even wear those scraps of cloth and denim anymore…) and proceeded to waddle onto the scale - revealing now, the second thing that would break that day - his scale. With a rattling crunch, his overstressed scale was no more - his blubbery body had simply been too much.
The usual bout of panic was about to set upon this nervous cat, but… it stopped far, far earlier than before. With a gleeful smile, he realized the final thing to break - his reluctance. Y’know what… eating like this… it wasn’t all that bad. It was kind of fun - no, a lot of fun to stuff his face and gorge to his heart’s content! And who cares about all that blubber? His bloated belly just earned him a promotion! He should be happy - so, he was happy!
The cat grinned widely as he admired himself in the mirror, caressing his rolling mound of fat. Yeah… he did like this. With gleeful, shaking stomps, he marched back to the table, plopping himself into the reinforced, trembling chair, and beginning his feast. In between guzzling sodas and shakes and gobbling hot dogs and hamburgers, he couldn’t help but reach for his phone. He had a feeling he’d have room for more after this - a lot more…
Part 6
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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.
Part 7
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Things reached a tremendous tipping point for the tremendously tubby Triton. He had eaten a ton of greasy, gelatinous fast food, and like a wise man once said, “You are what you eat.” The immensely flabby feline was ecstatic when he heard those magic numbers, his fast-food-laden stomach jiggling in excitement as he cheered. A dangerous maneuver when one’s using his stomach as a table, to be sure - but he was able to save the bone or two hamburgers and hotdogs that were trying to escape (namely by throwing them straight into his waiting maw.)
But he couldn’t help himself… all his hard work of gorging and glutting had finally paid off! He gazed down at his heaving side, the one pointing towards the camera some of the tech guys set up at his latest promotion, noticing how stretched the “mural” they painted on him had become. Each day, that image of the company’s Flabby mascot grew more and more warped, as the cat-shaped canvas grew and grew… The pictures that the camera was taking were great for the company’s marketing materials. And to think - here he was, sitting in his living room and serving as one of the finest pieces of marketing the fast-food industry had ever seen - and all by being exceptionally fat!
His excitement only grew further when the scale reviewed some even better news… he had just earned a lifetime supply… of EVERYTHING! To say our boulder-sized friend was overjoyed would be a horrific understatement. He was beyond happy, and beyond eager to try out everything on their menu at once! Heck, maybe he’d even go for seconds then… or thirds… or fourths…
No matter what this jolly, jiggling ball of joy decides for his next meal, I think we can all safely say, that one ton is merely the beginning for this immense feline - and no one could be happier about that than Triton.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Shorthair Cat
Gender Male
Size 1539 x 7982px
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