JT clicked the wrong pop-up ad

or the right pop-up ad, depending on your perspective

art by  hoodah

story, tangentially related and by me, below

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“Bored.”

It was such a lazy day that JT found himself actually just saying the word “bored” out loud in hopes that articulating his current situation would improve it. He waited a second. Nope, nothing.

JT didn’t mind that Gemie was jetting all over the world to keep tabs on her family fortune. It was just, well, when she wasn’t around - which was semi-often - he always felt like something was missing. Which is why, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, he was sitting at his desktop endlessly scanning the internet. The worst part was, he wasn’t even doing anything. He’d load up Netflix and just scroll, unable to find anything interesting enough to hold his interest. On Facebook and Twitter, he’d half-heartedly start to type out a joke response to a friend’s post, then X out the window before posting. He’d just surf Reddit until he saw the same five gifs over and over.

It was an especially boring day.

He’d wandered over to some illegal sports streams - as much as the red wolf loved him some sporpsball, he wasn’t about to pay out the ass for the memberships - and fought his way through the legion of popups blocking him from watching his Huskies try to actually get a win this week in football. They never did - they even struggled to beat teams from the next league down, so heavens knew they’d fold quickly against a real opponent - but as a good alum of his school, JT felt he needed to at least support the team until the score reached blowout proportions.

Just after his favorite team let up a monster 85-yard touchdown, putting their opponent up 21-0 in the second quarter, JT groaned and went to click the window closed. However, a last-second popup found its way in front of his cursor. The wolf accidentally clicked on it, not even realizing he had.

Suddenly, his screen flashed red as his browser went to a new website. “Oh, great, I’m gonna need to run a virus scan,” JT grumbled before he read the accompanying text. “One Easy Trick To Gain Weight! Doctors Hate Her! Click To Learn More!” The words flashed in bright white, even brighter than the red background. On the left, a vixen sat in a computer chair on a webcam recording, wearing a blue t-shirt from what JT could see. She was gorgeous, and that was enough to catch the wolf’s attention, but what happened next stunned him.

He only noticed the one change in the text after the vixen’s picture changed, and change it did - she was suddenly more than 500 pounds, her body having utterly transformed. Her breasts were barely constrained by the hoodie, the tight cloth being the only thing preventing her basketball-sized cleavage from exposing itself. Underneath, her belly swelled out and proud until it left the webcam’s view, spreading across her ample frame, out toward the viewer and hanging down onto her thighs. Several chins transplanted themselves onto her face, which appeared about twice as wide and squashed as before, while her arms looked like swollen cannon barrels. And she was still as sultry as ever.

Ever the warm-blooded male, especially one who wasn’t exactly against bigger women, this sudden change got JT’s blood boiling, and he mindlessly began to mash his mouse, clicking as fast as he could on the window, trying desperately to figure out how he could meet this mystery woman. He clicked everywhere on the browser, over and over, to no avail, only stopping after what must have been 50 clicks in ten seconds as the screen wasn’t yielding any new information. Frustrated, the wolf leaned back in his chair, only to discover something very different had just occurred - he was feeling a sudden heaviness in front of him.

Looking down, JT yiped. Before his eyes, the wolf’s stomach was rapidly surging forward in his lap, almost inflating as it grew wide and strong. Reaching down to touch it, JT quickly surmised that it wasn’t air filling his new belly - yep, that was fat. Hey, maybe this wasn’t going to be such a boring day after all. Quickly checking over the rest of his body, the wolf found the volume of mass underneath his red and white fur was multiplying quickly. Much like the vixen, his arms swelled and rounded, his paws thickening out, while his shirt quickly shrunk onto his frame, barely containing his moobs just like the vixen’s breasts. Quickly launching a webcam on his computer, JT compared himself to the vixen - they were roughly the same size. Some trick!

Then a sly grin crossed his face. If random clicking did this - and by his math, 50 clicks and 500 pounds meant 10 pounds per click - why stop now? Smiling, the fat wolf hovered his browser over the window again and resumed his click-fest. Immediately, the smile on his face spread through dimples and chins as his weight began to explode outward yet again. Even though he’d purchased a reinforced computer chair due to Gemie’s frequent pranks, the wolf could feel it begin to shudder under his bulk, his belly spreading nearly to the floor, his arms and legs swelling like they were being poured with concrete, his face shrinking as his head rounded and flattened against his now absence of a neck. He could barely heft himself up and panted heavily, sweating just as he held himself up. After another 50 or so clicks, he finally gave the website a rest, standing more than 1,000 pounds heavier, his gut well onto the floor, his body oozing and heaving with adipose in every possible inch.

And then the best part of all happened - apparently, the webcam video of the vixen wasn’t recorded. At least, that’s what JT could tell as she stared, astonished, at her own screen, clearly infatuated with that she was seeing. “Hey,” she said, her eyes narrowing seductively. “You busy right now, big boy?”

JT smiled. “I can free up some time,” he responded. The wolf’s eyes widened as he looked behind the vixen for a second - she had a banner for the nearby college. “You don’t go to Reawl University, do you?” he replied.

She gasped. “You know where it is?”

“I live a few miles down the road,” he replied. She smiled. He smiled. He tried to move, realizing that was going to be a difficult prospect. “Only thing is, you’ve gotta come to me.”