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Item: SCP-3333

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Please see Document 369-F, attached below.

Document 369-F
Recorded by: Dr. [REDACTED]

The Subject, who calls himself "Redward," has the appearance of an anthropomorphic Arctic Fox (Vulpes lagopus) walking on two legs, but otherwise with the features of the previously stated species. Despite his mostly bestial appearance, Redward has full cerebral functionality, with an IQ that of an average human. He attains an understanding of cultural, sociological, and historical knowledge known to most of humanity. When inquiry is made into how long he's known all this, he answers with a non-committal shrug and states that he's known it as long as the typical human of the same age. (Note: Redward claims his age to be 23, but tests into his actual age have drawn inconclusive results. His genetic material seems to be self-regenerating.) He stands at approximately 6 feet even and has white fur and wears a grey tank-top and red shorts.

The subject came into our possession by means rather strange considering the manner the others have come to the Foundation's attention. Somehow, Redward came to learn of our Foundation through means of the World Wide Web, and came to one of our fronts, demanding to be a test subject. When asked of how he discovered the Foundation, he turns suddenly awkward and avoids the question with jokes and vague remarks, stating it was through "a friend of a friend's uncle's cousin."

When inquiry was made about his purpose in coming to the Foundation, Redward answered that it was to be a test subject to help the Foundation test other applications of SCP-500 and/or SCP-427. When mention was made of SCP-427's effects, referred to as SCP-427-1 or "Flesh Beasts," Redward replied that the reason for the Flesh Beasts was because the subjects were humans, and not "furries" like he was.

After a lengthy conversation concerning the dangers, I was satisfied that perhaps maybe this test would be different and submitted my findings with a request for another test with SCP-427 on Redward, who was classified, at the time, as a Class-B subject.

It was to be during the SCP test that we discovered something magnificently odd and not at all threatening at first, but without proper containment procedures have classified Redward an SCP all in his own right and we have assigned him the new number, SCP-3333...

Redward tugged on the jumpsuit's collar, more nervous than an actual discomfort with the uniform. The big steel doors in front of him opened slowly, revealing the stadium-sized room beyond. Bereft of any sort of décor, the only thing that truly set it apart from any other test chamber in this facility was the snow-white padding lining every single inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor. When Redward's foot-paws stood on the pads, he sunk down several inches, a testament to how padded the chamber was.

"Please step into the center of the room and await deployment of SCP-427," a voice rang through the chamber. Startled out of his revere, the arctic fox scurried towards the marked spot in the distance. With an ominous *thud* the steel doors shut behind him.

He wasn't that out of shape really; he barely even clocked in at 143 pounds. But even he was out of breath by the time he was halfway there, the pads under his feet like sand at a beach.

Eventually, he did reach the blue circle and stood on it. A moment passed of silence before he felt the floor slightly give way then stop, as if a button underneath had been pressed. A low sound of something moving into place resounded somewhere above him, before a small square of light appeared. From it, a long tendril lowered rapidly with the sound of rope unreeling.

Redward shifted nervously as he awaited the arrival of the device, thoughts running through his head, imagining the possibilities of what SCP-427 would look like. The briefing hadn't mentioned the SCP's appearance, but they did tell him it was small enough to fit in his paw. It could be anything. He thought of dimensional orbs, caught in a state of reality-bending flux; images of gravity-defying vehicles small enough for that size...

With a muffled *thump,* the mechanical arm delivered its cargo and retreated into the ceiling.

Redward immediately jogged over to the object. When he saw what SCP-427 was, though, he was understandably disappointed.

Lying on the padded floor was the unremarkable SCP-427, a simple amulet made of silvery-grey metal. Well, not so much "simple" as it was "stereotypical" for amulets. In the center was a rose, with a border of several, smaller roses framing the main one. Attached to the amulet was a simple chain the same dull coloration. Situated as it was on the sterile-white of the pads, Redward couldn't help but sigh with disappointment.

"EXPOSE YOURSELF TO THE CONTENTS OF SCP-427," the voice of the scientists rang out through the chamber, painfully loud. Any echoes quickly died down, thanks to the generous padding in the room.

The arctic fox bent down and picked the locket off the floor, taking a closer look at it.

Closer inspection revealed the amulet was in reality a locket, with a small line circling the largest rose and a small hinge on the side.

Redward slipped his claw-tip into the slot and tried to open it. With a small click, the rose swung slightly open to reveal the contents a smidgen. As soon as that happened, Redward thought the lights had dulled just a little as a light peered from the small opening in the locket. Fingering the locket open the rest of the way, Redward saw that within the locket was a light. Not just a light, but a small, glowing orb that fit into the small depression within the locket.

It was shining a light-blue glow, almost a sad color, as he stared at it. The light throbbed with life, it seemed, pulsing as if it were a slow heart-beat or the breathing of some massive creature.

"PLEASE BE ADVISED: EXPOSURE TIME LASTING LONGER THAN 15 MINUTES HAS PROVED DANGEROUS TO ALL WITHIN THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY, BUT TESTING IS IMPOSSIBLE OF INSTANCES OF SCP-427-1 KNOWN AS 'FLESH BEASTS.'"

Redward flinched as the PA system assaulted his eardrums a second time, but continued gazing at the light.

He couldn't explain why he was, but Redward suddenly felt sorry for the SCP. He knew it sounded ridiculous, feeling empathy for a life-less piece of metal with a mystical light in it, but he couldn't deny that the way the light pulsed slowly and with that slightly-dim baby-blue light evoked sadness from him.

As the seconds turned into minutes, Redward was mildly aware of a warmth emanating from the locket. The light seemed to be reflecting his feelings of empathy, metaphorically of course, and returning his affection in the form of warmth to stave off the sterile, cold air of the facility.

He heard the scientists come over the PA again, asking something like what he was feeling or something to that affect. He only ignored it and raised the locket's chain up and over his head. The locket closed as he slipped it onto his neck, and it thumped against his chest as he let it slide on.

The moment the metal made contact with his fur, a sudden surge of energy pulsed through Redward. He stumbled back a few steps as another pulse shot through him. This time he noticed his body visibly glowed bright gold for the split-second the energy went through him. A third and final surge revealed the energy coming from the locket.

Suddenly, he felt a consistent warmth began emanating from the locket and entwining with every cell of his body. He could feel the comfortable heat spread from the locket and outwards to the other parts of him, a distinct feeling of being filled being the most notable of all.

The feeling surged in his abdomen with such force as to feel like something alive was in his stomach. Redward looked down and his jaw dropped at what he witnessed.

His orange, two-piece suit the egg-heads had given him was slack with folds in the cloth showing his slight frame. But now, his stomach was stretching the fabric as if he had eaten a full Thanksgiving meal. The folds of the fabric were now stress-lines, and the break between the shirt and pants was threatening to pull up over his belly, revealing the white fur beneath.

Redward felt the filling-up feeling intensify again as his body groaned and burbled with a curious bubbling sound. His stomach felt and looked funny, as it rumbled hungrily with enough force to shake his uniform. He felt a strange tight feeling emerge then increase in his stomach, which then spread to the rest of him. Staring at his gut as he was, he was in the perfect pose to witness it begin.

His slight bulge started growing in front of his eyes. The ridiculous impossibility of what he now saw was so astronomical that his brain simply shut down, leaving his mind completely blank and void of all emotion save for complete, overwhelming shock.

Within seconds, his stomach made good on the earlier threat and pushed the hem of his shirt with waistband of his pants aside to make its expanding debut to the world. The thin line of white soon widened to a band of ivory-colored fur as his shirt rode higher and higher up onto his stomach, making its own threats to become a man-bra as it rode a couple inches higher up in minutes.

"Okay, keep calm," the scientist called from the PA again. "Your body is giving off readings of an increasing weight and a plummeting metabolism. We're also detecting some unknown radiation within you, with a focal point somewhere inside your viscera. Judging from the reactions occurring inside you at this moment, you may soon experience a gaseous ejection from either end."

Something gaseous surged within Redward's gut as if responding to the scientist's observations. He put both forepaws on his groaning stomach and massaged it in a bid to remove the building pressure in his abdomen. With each stroke of his paws, his stomach responded in kind with an extra inch in girth and increase in internal pressure.

Finally, the gasses surged into his throat and, before he could clamp his jaw shut, a loud, full, borderline-comical explosion of internal pressure erupted from his maw in a symphony of overtime digestion. He felt his very own pressure wave burst from his belly and shoot into the air. The force of it knocked him backwards and he lost balance...

His fall suddenly stopped as quickly as it began, feeling the cushioned floor press into his posterior. With a new item to pull his interest, he glanced back and down to the source of his new puzzlement.

Immediately, his sight was greeted by the oddity of two furred balls of white as large as... well, he didn't have any reference available in the virtually-non-furnished room he was in. But he plainly saw that the orbs rose half-way up his backside. The realization dawned on him when the globes began pressing on his back and he felt the ever-so-slight pressure on his bum.

So the growing orbs were, in fact, his bum.

Right.

The fabric of his orange "Class-D" uniform was stretched taut across his landscape-of-a-derriere, fading the bright orange to a pale off-white. Fur poked its way through the widening seams down the middle of his pants. Tension started to show at the apex of his pants, the middle starting to rip small lines into the fabric.

It was with a sound that was a cross between a rip and a cloth-based explosion that the pants released the pressure and flaunting his growing behind to the world of his padded mausoleum.

More ripping brought Redward's attention back to his front. His stomach had already made significant progress in the time he had been observing his increasing asset, having hefted his shirt to cover just the upper third of his guy. A familiar pressure began building again, but in his pectoral region rather than his gluteus maximus. Redward clinched his eyes, dreading the sight he would likely witness. But, in the end, a strange curiosity took over and he looked down with open eyes.

His shirt had finished its migration upwards off his stomach and now made good on its threat to become little more than a man-bra. His chest made good on its end and his pecs had swollen to great orbs the size of basketballs. He lifted his paws from his stomach and felt his man-boobs, the curiosity becoming puzzlement at the possibility of this all.

As he hefted his right moob experimentally, a strange feeling overtook his senses. He didn't know if it was his stretched-out nerves having acquired an oversensitivity, or whether his mind was so far gone that this immensely strange and weird expansion was actually twisting his mind, he wasn't sure. But was sure of one thing.

It felt good.

He burped again, not as forceful as the first time, but a gentler oral expulsion of gas. He tasted mangos on his breath and smacked his lips. It was then the next oddity of sensations occurred and, despite the constant filling of his stomach, Redward found himself hungering for just about anything he could get his paws on.

He let slide his paws down to his flabby thighs as they increased in their respective directions. As much as he still didn't want to admit his growing love for his growing self, he couldn't stave off the impulse to grasp his soft hip and tug the weight upwards, feeling its heft.

It wasn't long after that he was forced to remove his paws as the force of his swelling sides lifted his arms upwards. As if triggered by the motion, his arms started to round out with ample lipids. He tried to lift his arms, but they were each already the size of a king-size bed and sagging heavily with weight. He tried once more to lift them higher than a few inches, but his now-orb-arms flobbed back to his rolly sides.

It was with a snap-tear that his pants finally announced their surrender, falling off his growing behind in ribbons. He felt his gargantuan derriere quake and wobble slightly as it leapt forth into freedom from its restraints. As if this were a challenge to be taken up, he felt his gut and chest begin working overtime to grow as well.

Another snap-tear and a gulf formed in Redward's shirt as his globular pecs began announcing their ivory-furred presence to the few scientists likely observing. With his arms too weighty to lift anymore, he only could watch as his moobs began rising to fill the lower half of his view. His stomach continued to grow out and up, taking up more and more space in the mausoleum-like room that had seemed excessively spacious before. Now, it was slowly shrinking with Redward's growing form.

His mobility long ago a memory, Redward's legs finally gave out. As his stance had widened with his frame, so had his thighs. Slowly, the fat piling on his legs had left his feet-paws little more than meaty appendages attached to house-sized orbs.

As the blob-that-was-a-fox continued to grow, his body started to lose any semblance of anatomy. His countless chins and hills of a neck merged with his rounding body, sagging with impossible amounts of weight. At this point, Redward was sure his gargantuan body had replaced the floor padding with the ample padding of his own, but couldn't tell as he felt his orb-legs started to fall asleep, crammed against the walls as they were.

Redward's trance was broken again as he realized that his legs were touching either side of the room's walls. Quickly, he did some mental calculations and his jaw dropped into his chins as he realized that he was now hundreds of yards wide!

His jaw was forced shut again as another, final surge of fattening power surged through him again. His head had remained spared from the majority of the expansion, but now the amulet focused its power on that part of him.

Already loose, his jowls sagged heavily as his original chin started to widen. His cheeks were next, quickly rounding out to be their own basketballs, then beach balls, and finally stopping at mini-van-sized and blocking about half of his vision to either side. He gulped in nervous anxiety at the next event to occur.

It came when his thighs, hips, bottom, back, and stomach all reached the remaining wall space and began pressing into the padding with his adding girth. The padding stood no chance as it was crushed under and against his wall of fat, causing his upper portion to rise in a meet-and-greet with the ceiling. Futilely, he managed to turn his hand-paws up as if to press the ceiling away from his nearing head. His upper stomach and moobs pressed lightly, firmly, then forcefully into the ceiling, leaving a small indentation for his head, in which there was no light. But even that began to shrink as his girthy form sought more room to grow in this increasingly-small room. The pressure of his body's outward growth went from mild discomfort to full-blown pain as his body fought for more freedom.

Then a sudden burst of light, a loud BOOM, and sudden relief announced Redward's release from the containment chamber. Clouds of dust billowed around his mountain-range form, chunks of debris large enough to crush someone bouncing off his malleable form as if they were little more than pebbles.

Almost disappointingly, Redward felt the omni-present energy in him fade and then disappear. He sighed greatly, shaking his cheeks and sending a ripple around his head. The experience of that intense macro-ization and fattening had been exhilarating in both good and bad ways.

He shivered as he felt a breeze brush against his swollen form, the chill of snow evident on its passing. Strange, he thought, I'm pretty sure they brought me to a tropical region.

Then he felt another bump into his side, miniscule and almost unnoticeable. Then that prod was followed by another and another, then numerous prods and then finally a strange suction feeling somewhere under his left pinky toe.

These immediate mysteries soon took a backseat, though, as Redward wondered two other, more-important questions: just how big was he now? And where could he get a snack? He was feeling a little peckish...

SCP-3333, known as "Redward," will be contained by our underwater facility located in the [REDACTED] ocean. The climate will ensure both his co-operation, and a lessened appetite. Redward is to not come into any contact with SCP-427 for the duration of either's existence.

He shall be classified as "Euclid" due to his aforementioned ability to grow and gain weight. SCP-427 may have merely shown an ability not known before, but ever since the initial incident at site-[REDACTED], he has shown an increase in anomalous metabolic ability, mostly extreme weight gain, but occasional muscle increase and growth into monstrous versions of himself that Intern [REDACTED] has taken to calling the "Kaiju Effect."

Further studies of SCP-3333's abilities are awaiting approval.