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Gainer Goat 3/4
by Booknut
Fat Furry and Fantasy Artist
7 years ago
As Anthony struggled to undo the tight buttons of his suit, he couldn’t stop shaking. He had tried putting off using the scale for as long as possible, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Even though that device was clearly responsible for this... situation, his logical side wanted to know how heavy he had gotten, and his sinful side REALLY wanted to know how heavy he had gotten.
It had been a week and a half since he last used the scale. Although his co-workers had been glancing every subtly the week before, his ballooning form had become a subject of frequent discussion at the office. Initially, his fellow graphic designers were polite enough to keep their comments somewhat hushed.
“Can you believe that?”
“He really got THAT big THAT fast?”
“How is that even possible!?”
“No clue.”
“Is it just me, or does he look kinda cute?”
“Just you.”
The subtly only lasted so long. Eventually, it reached the point where they would make the comments right to his face.
“Hey, dude, you’re not planning to keep this up, right? Because the floor can only handle so much heft.”
“Jesus, man, if you want us to pitch in for your new suit, all you need to is ask.”
The limber panther secretary, Martin, probably wasn’t expecting Anthony to take him up on that offer. Interestingly enough, he paid for the suit. Of course, that suit is the one that barely fits now. Go figure.
Anthony actually didn’t mind the comments. In fact, he found them to be kinda funny. He didn’t just find them funny... he found them... encouraging. Their jeers and jokes were part of the reason he was so excited to step on the scale.
He was quivering with anticipation as he devoured his fast food,. He had gotten three double bacon cheeseburgers, two extra large fries, and two extra large milkshakes. After one burger, his excitement gave in. He quickly stood up, causing his exposed, doughy belly to jiggle over the band of his blue sleeping pants. He was about to run to the scale, but the growling of his massive stomach interrupted him. *Are you kidding me? Fine.* Before running off, he grabbed the closest milkshake, slurping on it as he speed walked to the bathroom.
He stopped drinking the milkshake for a moment, as he stepped onto the scale. His attempts to read the scale were even more difficult this time around, but the faithful device happily chirped out the reading. “278 pounds!” It said it’s monotone voice changing to a much more animated variant.
278 pounds
Anthony couldn’t stop grinning as he felt the familiar shock irritate his back. He had gained 80 pounds in a week and a half. He could barely contain his excitement as he bent over to double check the number. Suddenly, he had one of the strangest urges yet. He threw the lid off of the nearly full milkshake and began chugging it as fast as possible. In under a minute, there was nothing left of the milkshake aside from the light trickle of chocolate dripping from his maw.
In a blind fury, he ran back to the table and devoured everything as fast as he could. The entire time, he kept repeating his instinctual goal: *400 in a week. 400 in a week.* It was with this goal in mind that he picked up his cellphone, and began ordering as much as he could from the Chinese place down the road. “Mmmf- yes, 3 orders of that, 6 of that, 7 of this - heh, yes it’s, for a *BURP* party, I suppose. Thanks!” Within 3 minutes he finished off his fast food and set about to clean out the cupboards of all the junk he could.
By the time delivery got there, he had eaten at least 3 bags of cookies. “*URP,* Thanks bud! Have a good one!” He said as he took the heavy bags from the slightly disturbed fox delivery man.
Finally, after another 30 minutes, his feast was finished. His overinflated beachball of a belly was as tight as a drum and he felt about ready to burst. But more than that, he felt - amazing. As he draped himself into bed and descended into his food coma, he could only think of one thing.
*400*
—-
Looks like someone has finally accepted his fate...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 - Current Page
Part 4
Full Sequence
(Edit: Fixed a bunch of errors.)
It had been a week and a half since he last used the scale. Although his co-workers had been glancing every subtly the week before, his ballooning form had become a subject of frequent discussion at the office. Initially, his fellow graphic designers were polite enough to keep their comments somewhat hushed.
“Can you believe that?”
“He really got THAT big THAT fast?”
“How is that even possible!?”
“No clue.”
“Is it just me, or does he look kinda cute?”
“Just you.”
The subtly only lasted so long. Eventually, it reached the point where they would make the comments right to his face.
“Hey, dude, you’re not planning to keep this up, right? Because the floor can only handle so much heft.”
“Jesus, man, if you want us to pitch in for your new suit, all you need to is ask.”
The limber panther secretary, Martin, probably wasn’t expecting Anthony to take him up on that offer. Interestingly enough, he paid for the suit. Of course, that suit is the one that barely fits now. Go figure.
Anthony actually didn’t mind the comments. In fact, he found them to be kinda funny. He didn’t just find them funny... he found them... encouraging. Their jeers and jokes were part of the reason he was so excited to step on the scale.
He was quivering with anticipation as he devoured his fast food,. He had gotten three double bacon cheeseburgers, two extra large fries, and two extra large milkshakes. After one burger, his excitement gave in. He quickly stood up, causing his exposed, doughy belly to jiggle over the band of his blue sleeping pants. He was about to run to the scale, but the growling of his massive stomach interrupted him. *Are you kidding me? Fine.* Before running off, he grabbed the closest milkshake, slurping on it as he speed walked to the bathroom.
He stopped drinking the milkshake for a moment, as he stepped onto the scale. His attempts to read the scale were even more difficult this time around, but the faithful device happily chirped out the reading. “278 pounds!” It said it’s monotone voice changing to a much more animated variant.
278 pounds
Anthony couldn’t stop grinning as he felt the familiar shock irritate his back. He had gained 80 pounds in a week and a half. He could barely contain his excitement as he bent over to double check the number. Suddenly, he had one of the strangest urges yet. He threw the lid off of the nearly full milkshake and began chugging it as fast as possible. In under a minute, there was nothing left of the milkshake aside from the light trickle of chocolate dripping from his maw.
In a blind fury, he ran back to the table and devoured everything as fast as he could. The entire time, he kept repeating his instinctual goal: *400 in a week. 400 in a week.* It was with this goal in mind that he picked up his cellphone, and began ordering as much as he could from the Chinese place down the road. “Mmmf- yes, 3 orders of that, 6 of that, 7 of this - heh, yes it’s, for a *BURP* party, I suppose. Thanks!” Within 3 minutes he finished off his fast food and set about to clean out the cupboards of all the junk he could.
By the time delivery got there, he had eaten at least 3 bags of cookies. “*URP,* Thanks bud! Have a good one!” He said as he took the heavy bags from the slightly disturbed fox delivery man.
Finally, after another 30 minutes, his feast was finished. His overinflated beachball of a belly was as tight as a drum and he felt about ready to burst. But more than that, he felt - amazing. As he draped himself into bed and descended into his food coma, he could only think of one thing.
*400*
—-
Looks like someone has finally accepted his fate...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 - Current Page
Part 4
Full Sequence
(Edit: Fixed a bunch of errors.)
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