This is the third pic and story for  Snozzy and  RockyTheProcy's Halloween Weight Gain Mystery Party!
And I give credit for the inspiration of this story by  The_Bromodo who helped me come up with the "round" about concept.

Do come here to enjoy the full picture and story, AND to vote on who the next victum is! MAUAHAHHAH and have a Happy Halloween!


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One Little Party Guest Sought to Connive…


The raccoon chuckled to himself as he had finally gotten rid of Garrus. He had no idea who that odd-looking weirdo was exactly, but he could smell a cop from a mile away. The problem was, though, that the guy was good, damn good. Even Carmelita wasn’t that keen-eyed, and he wondered if the guy had enhanced eyesight or something. But it honestly didn’t matter now. He’d suckered that guy in the last hallway and doubled back.

His eye was plainly on the prize now, though he did feel a bit naked without Bentley or Murray helping him for this operation. They were the ones who were usually able to help calm his, well… over-eagerness. Sometimes his eyes were a little too big for his stomach, er, pockets. But this was a party game wasn’t it? And he’d already bypassed a few obvious traps, his handy cane allowing him to circumvent trip wires and pressure plates. He could swear he hear people curse his name in the shadows, but there was no way for them to be watching. He would know, he scouted everything out before hand.

But now, he finally thought he was on to something. Finding a few well-hidden trap doors, the thief made his way into the manor’s basement. It was at the end of a long hallway, where Sly used the overhead wires to crawl over the traps found along the ground, that he finally came to the vault. After checking the whole thing for traps, he wished Bentley was there to see if he could take a look inside using some fancy gadget.

Instead, Sly had to do it manually, listening in, slowly turning the dial, and feeling rush of pleasure as he heard each click notifying him he had found the right code. Immensely pleased with himself, he allowed himself a sigh of both relief. Turning the massive wheel, he smirked as he felt it give way, opening the vault door…to a room full of gold and jewels.

With a sense of pride, the coon took a step…and fell through the fake treasure. Cursing his ego, the thief tried to slow his descent until the walls became slick, further dropping him into darkness.

At the bottom of the pit, two bright flames lit a room that was large enough to give him room to move and breathe, but still left him feeling a bit claustrophobic. Groaning as he rubbed his sore limbs and picked up his cane, the thief’s eyes had to take time to adjust to the flickering lights. In the center of this new room, there stood a podium and upon it there was a large balance scale, one side much lower than the other. Not wanting to be caught unaware a second time, the raccoon checked every inch of the room, finding a large pressure plate right in front of the old scale.

Inching himself around the plate, the thief found there was writing on a gilded plaque bolted onto the podium. Peering closer, Sly read out loud to himself.

““For the sins of Greed and Pride, may you bear the weight of your crimes. Until the scale is balanced, may you stew in your own arrogance.” What a load. Riddles?” The coon looked at the pressure plate again and gently tapped a foot on it. He heard a click from the other side of the room and realized the plate opened a large hidden door. Slowly sliding his whole weight onto the large circle, he watched the door rise, but only about an inch. He could see light gleaming from the other side.

Now the question was how to add some weight to the plate. First trying to press the higher plate on the balance scale, and finding it wouldn’t bulge, a compartment in the podium opened, revealing golden coins and jewels. As his eyes sparkled, his nose told him something was wrong. Picking up a diamond, and giving it a look over, he decided to try licking it. Candy. It was freaking rock candy. And of course the coins were chocolate. Add another sting to this humiliation.

So he decided to place a chocolate coin on the balance scale, and low and behold, it moved; not a lot, but it was noticeable. What wasn’t as noticeable was the tightness Sly was feeling around his belt. Shrugging it off, the coon decided to place a few more coins, noting it probably had to be some exact weight to balance the scale. Once more the higher plate on the balance lowered, and in the back, he could see the door slowly begin to rise.

Finally he was getting somewhere, but when the thief let out a massive belch, he knew there was something wrong. Looking down, he saw his once-slim middle had extended greatly into a gut, pushing against his signature belt with his emblem on the buckle.

“What in the…” He hadn’t only grown a paunch it seemed. In the shiny metal of the pedestal’s plaque, he could see his limbs had thickened as well, a good fifty pounds or so added to his frame. A slight double chin had appeared below his muzzle as the coon quickly realized what the odd inscription had meant.

“Seriously?“ he groaned. “So it’s either I stay here…or I end up some huge whale? Not that there’s, umm, anything wrong with whales…” He really didn’t have any other choice, though. Considering the first five coins seemed to have added about ten pounds each… Sly hesitantly put a jewel on the scale. The plate lowered considerably, and with a loud snap his belt buckle rocketed off in the process. His gut surged forward, his tattered sash falling to the ground as his features thickened, plumping up with excess lard. Steadying himself on the podium from the massive gain, he caught his breath from suddenly carrying an added hundred pounds. Combined with the fifty from the first round, the coon almost toppled over.

Well this certainly wasn’t worth it. The thief was now around a corpulent three hundred pounds and it still seemed the scale had a way to go before balancing out. Biting his lower lip, he hesitantly picked out another jewel, all while steadying himself against the pedestal. He dropped the next piece onto the scale.

Once again, weight piled upon his ample frame. Hearing a massive rip, he found his shirt was beginning to tear at the seams, most of it already pulled high on his bountiful, roll-filled gut. This was just getting ridiculous now. Looking around him, he saw his large, bountiful butt slowly starting to eat up his long, meticulously groomed tail. Just moving seemed to make them jiggle, much to his distress.

The worst part, or the thing that stung the most, was the door was now at the height where he could have just barely slid under it at his original size.

Sly was getting exceedingly worried now. He’d gained over two hundred pounds and the door was only a quarter of the way up. Swallowing hard, he quickly made some calculations in his head, and if he was correct… He didn’t want to think about it. Would he even be able to move? To waddle his massive body to the end of the hall at over nine hundred pounds?

But then again, this was magic…maybe there was a chance he’d be able to lose this weight just as quickly? He had to hold onto that thin sliver of hope as he hesitantly grabbed two more candied gems from the stash, gently putting them on top of the pile of fake treasure. The rest of his clothes finally exploded off his massively bloated, lard-filled form.

He smiled a bit, seeing the door raise halfway up now, and trying not to look down at his new naked body. The only things still on his form were his hat and gloves, which were also being stretched out by his now plump, sausage-like fingers. Even his leather boots had been ripped apart by his now blubbery cankles. He didn’t even want to think of that new belly, now sporting a thick fold, making it look like he had a large double gut.

He couldn’t stop now though. He weighed only about six hundred pounds by his calculations and he felt it. He was tired, sweaty from the exertion of carrying over five hundred pounds of excess bulk…and worst of all, he was freaking starving.

Whining a bit, he grabbed two more gems and ten golden chocolate coins. This would do it…hopefully. Biting his lower lip once again, the coon gently placed the candy onto the balance, gripping hold of the pedestal to steady himself. As the scale plates finally moved to an even level, the thief sighed in relief… before blimping out to a massive weight.

At first, Sly was terrified he was stuck. He was massive, way bigger than any raccoon, no, any person had the right to be. Breathing heavily though, the thief was able to take a few steps, using his cane to steady himself. His massive belly now drooped past his knees, even while standing. Slowly lumbering, and taking plenty of breaks, the massive coon made his way through the door into what appeared to be…a freight elevator. Holding onto the thankfully reinforced pole inside the elevator, Sly hit the only button available.

As the lift’s door’s closed, the Sly was presented with another humiliation as he realized the inner doors were mirrored, allowing the thief a good look at his new blubbery body.

God, he was massive. The corpulent coon’s face was almost unrecognizable. He had to have three, maybe four thick, massive sagging chins under his plump cheeks. His arms couldn’t even droop to the sides of his body anymore as he tried to rest as much of his weight against the pole as possible, his ass cheeks bouncing with every movement. Well, all of him bounced now. Moot point, he thought to himself.

His massive double gut sat well below his knees, so he’d be missing his feet for quite a long time now. He didn’t even want to think about how bad taking a bath would be, especially with as much as he was already sweating from the physical exertion. Thank god he had an inner core of thick, lithe muscle…which was currently encased in over eight hundred pounds.

When his belly began to itch, possibly from the hunger, maybe by the stretched out fur, Sly had to use his cane to even reach the end of it, groaning as he hit the right spot near his deep belly button crease. That’s when the thought hit him. He had to use a cane to reach the end of his gut… how much worse could this get?

When the doors opened to the buffet, the coon felt a variety of different emotions; exhaustion, hunger, humiliation, and, well…more hunger. Swallowing hard again, the blob slowly waddled himself over to a large chair next to the closest buffet table and took a seat. As he started digging into the food he could hear a laugh. Looking up, he could see it was that damn cop…but a hundred pounds larger.

“I guess the “weight” of your crimes finally caught up to you, eh, chubs?” The alien lifted a beer to toast the coon.

“Oh, shut up…” He just wanted his food now.

…But The Trap Was Smarter Then He Was So Then There Were Five

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