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I’ll Have Uh… YCH - Buttercorn (Full)
He walked through the door. Your eyes honed in on him. He was the perfect catch.
“Can I get a uhh… Hmm… I’m not sure… What would ya recommend, my man?”
That small, but not quite trim, stomach of his - his scruffy, yet cute and relaxed body. That loose, laid back and exposing clothing of his. And, abovec all, that look in his eyes. So naive. So silly. So… hungry. You could work with that.
“Hmm… The small fry special is good for most newbies…”
The bait is cast - thank God for marketing and their delightfully deceptive naming practices. Most of them take a few more moments to dawdle and decide, but from the light rumble of his gut you can tell…
“Oh, cool - I’ll go with that!”
He fell for it. Hook - line - and…
“Excellent - three patties, two fries, and an XL tasty shake comin’ up!”
Sinker.
“Oh! That’s uh… awesome!”
Awesome’s right, “dude…” awesome’s very, very right…
—-
He swaggered in the next day, confident as always, acting as though nothing had changed - even as his belly surged out over his shorts.
“Hey, hey man! Lookin’ good…”
It would surge out miles more in no time…
“Thanks - uh… I’ve been workin’ out, glad ya noticed… Could I get a Famine Filler special?”
Does he even notice? Or does he just not care? Either way, you don’t think this gain train will be stopping - why not carry the bit? See where it goes?
“Heh - you been carrying your orders up your steps, haven’t ya, dude?”
What a zinger - be careful though… You’ve seen less turn out as a wake up call for-
“Wow! You must be psychic dude! Yeah… it was a whole three flights, like almost three times a day… Say, psychic man… Can you guess what else I want?”
You’re kidding. Christ above, this is the most willing wideload you’ve ever seen. Alright. Time to go for the killing blow…
“Easy - A double or nothin’ deal, my dude.”
After all…
“Woah - that’s crazy!”
You don’t need a psychic to see this boy’s gotta eat - and you’ll make sure he’s gotta eat more, and more, and more…
—-
God. He’s gotten fat.
“*Gulp* *Munch* Heya my man, could ya get me a -“
REALLY fat. As in shot right past morbidly obese into ultra-fatass land. How’d he get this fat this quick?
“Another fill-up?”
Had you really been pushing him this hard? I mean, you’d been working on it… but to go from a potbelly to… this was…
“*Gasp* *Horf* Wow… It’s uncanny!”
Crazy. Beyond crazy. This was the third time he’d been up to the counter in the last hour alone! What an absolute…
“And… three extra tasty shakes?”
Unrepentant… Unsalvageable… Unstoppable…
“No way! I mean - yes, but no way! You’re somethin’ else man!”
Hunk of unicorn! Yeah. You’re down for this. He’s down for this, unusual, but yeah, you’ll take it. Time to give it your all - if you even need to, that is… At this rate, he’ll be a blob in a year, with or without your help!
—-
The stomps made themselves known before he opened the door…
“BWAARRP - Can I get a - “
His glorping gut preceded him by a foot…
“Fat Boy special-“
And his sausage-like tail and overgrown rear followed by a yard…
“Urp - and a “
His chins and cheeks wobbled when he spoke…
“Double decker doughnut-“
His thighs shook and quaked just from standing…
“And a-“
He was utterly…
“Mound o’ Mass Bulk Deal-“
Perfectly…
“*Huff* - perfect… Oh… And-“
Fat, with a capital F. And only getting fatter… and fatter… and fatter… And, best of all, for that lengthening, beautiful time when he hauls himself up to the counter, and asks you for more, and more, and more… For that time, and that time alone…
“Heh- You bet!”
He’s all yours…
—-
It defied logic.
“Hehe, hey, hey man! So, I know ya just gave me grub, but I’d like-“
It defied reason.
“Triple of everything right, big guy?”
His legs, under no circumstance, should be able to support that heaving, huffing, heaping heft of his. No way, no how. If an overfed pig looked at him, it’d oink in relief - at least it wasn’t that fat.
“You can ready me like a book!”
If a whale looked at him, it’d feel downright anorexic. An elephant would click its tongue if it saw the length of his average receipt. No one could call this guy - this… beast, a unicorn anymore… No…
“A phonebook, more like it - I’ll wheel out your heaps in a jiffy!”
He was pure, 100%, top grade buttercorn!
—-
Heavy. Fat. Obese. Engorged. Enormous. Gigantic. Titanic. Colossal. Tremendous.
“I uh - BWOAAAAAARRP!”
Butterball. Fatass. Wideload. Blimp. Whale. Pig. Cow. Lardtank.
“One of everything, comin’ right up! We’ve got the wheelbarrow prepped already… Perfect for your exit, too!”
None of these words came anywhere near describing how gloriously gelatinous your favorite customer had become. You loved him - all the hundreds and hundreds of pounds of him were glorious - every roll, every crease, every crevice. It was marvelous. And still. He just… kept… coming. He just… kept… eating. He just… kept… gaining.
Even as he entered blobdom, he hauled his colossal gut off the ground and huffed and heaved here - to you. To all you had to give. To all he could possibly eat. Beauty, I name thee butterball - or, in other words, he was the most beautiful buttercorn in all the world.
He would glut. He would feast. He would gorge. Soon, he would never be full. Soon, he would never stop eating. Soon, he would never get up. Soon, he would be yours… forever.
—-
Here’s the sequence I based the latest YCH of mine off of - the blimping of the Buttercorn! This piece is based off of a silly, and absolutely adorable character created by my wonderful friend Nickel-Cat_Engine - he had the idea for a laid back, chill unicorn dude who’s gullible grin and careless appetite mix together perfectly to create the most devious of gaining situations for the dude.
Needless to say, I fell in love with the guy, and I simply needed to draw something involving him. Partially inspired by a prompt from Nickel-Cat_Engine , I put this sequence together, and truth be told, the drawings here were finished a month or two ago, so I am most excited to finally be sharing these with everyone. I hope you all enjoy this deliciously delightful buttercorn as much as I do!
If you’re interested in the YCH, feel free to check it out here!
I’ll Have Uh… YCH!
—-
Nickel-Cat_Engine - Buttercorn
“Can I get a uhh… Hmm… I’m not sure… What would ya recommend, my man?”
That small, but not quite trim, stomach of his - his scruffy, yet cute and relaxed body. That loose, laid back and exposing clothing of his. And, abovec all, that look in his eyes. So naive. So silly. So… hungry. You could work with that.
“Hmm… The small fry special is good for most newbies…”
The bait is cast - thank God for marketing and their delightfully deceptive naming practices. Most of them take a few more moments to dawdle and decide, but from the light rumble of his gut you can tell…
“Oh, cool - I’ll go with that!”
He fell for it. Hook - line - and…
“Excellent - three patties, two fries, and an XL tasty shake comin’ up!”
Sinker.
“Oh! That’s uh… awesome!”
Awesome’s right, “dude…” awesome’s very, very right…
—-
He swaggered in the next day, confident as always, acting as though nothing had changed - even as his belly surged out over his shorts.
“Hey, hey man! Lookin’ good…”
It would surge out miles more in no time…
“Thanks - uh… I’ve been workin’ out, glad ya noticed… Could I get a Famine Filler special?”
Does he even notice? Or does he just not care? Either way, you don’t think this gain train will be stopping - why not carry the bit? See where it goes?
“Heh - you been carrying your orders up your steps, haven’t ya, dude?”
What a zinger - be careful though… You’ve seen less turn out as a wake up call for-
“Wow! You must be psychic dude! Yeah… it was a whole three flights, like almost three times a day… Say, psychic man… Can you guess what else I want?”
You’re kidding. Christ above, this is the most willing wideload you’ve ever seen. Alright. Time to go for the killing blow…
“Easy - A double or nothin’ deal, my dude.”
After all…
“Woah - that’s crazy!”
You don’t need a psychic to see this boy’s gotta eat - and you’ll make sure he’s gotta eat more, and more, and more…
—-
God. He’s gotten fat.
“*Gulp* *Munch* Heya my man, could ya get me a -“
REALLY fat. As in shot right past morbidly obese into ultra-fatass land. How’d he get this fat this quick?
“Another fill-up?”
Had you really been pushing him this hard? I mean, you’d been working on it… but to go from a potbelly to… this was…
“*Gasp* *Horf* Wow… It’s uncanny!”
Crazy. Beyond crazy. This was the third time he’d been up to the counter in the last hour alone! What an absolute…
“And… three extra tasty shakes?”
Unrepentant… Unsalvageable… Unstoppable…
“No way! I mean - yes, but no way! You’re somethin’ else man!”
Hunk of unicorn! Yeah. You’re down for this. He’s down for this, unusual, but yeah, you’ll take it. Time to give it your all - if you even need to, that is… At this rate, he’ll be a blob in a year, with or without your help!
—-
The stomps made themselves known before he opened the door…
“BWAARRP - Can I get a - “
His glorping gut preceded him by a foot…
“Fat Boy special-“
And his sausage-like tail and overgrown rear followed by a yard…
“Urp - and a “
His chins and cheeks wobbled when he spoke…
“Double decker doughnut-“
His thighs shook and quaked just from standing…
“And a-“
He was utterly…
“Mound o’ Mass Bulk Deal-“
Perfectly…
“*Huff* - perfect… Oh… And-“
Fat, with a capital F. And only getting fatter… and fatter… and fatter… And, best of all, for that lengthening, beautiful time when he hauls himself up to the counter, and asks you for more, and more, and more… For that time, and that time alone…
“Heh- You bet!”
He’s all yours…
—-
It defied logic.
“Hehe, hey, hey man! So, I know ya just gave me grub, but I’d like-“
It defied reason.
“Triple of everything right, big guy?”
His legs, under no circumstance, should be able to support that heaving, huffing, heaping heft of his. No way, no how. If an overfed pig looked at him, it’d oink in relief - at least it wasn’t that fat.
“You can ready me like a book!”
If a whale looked at him, it’d feel downright anorexic. An elephant would click its tongue if it saw the length of his average receipt. No one could call this guy - this… beast, a unicorn anymore… No…
“A phonebook, more like it - I’ll wheel out your heaps in a jiffy!”
He was pure, 100%, top grade buttercorn!
—-
Heavy. Fat. Obese. Engorged. Enormous. Gigantic. Titanic. Colossal. Tremendous.
“I uh - BWOAAAAAARRP!”
Butterball. Fatass. Wideload. Blimp. Whale. Pig. Cow. Lardtank.
“One of everything, comin’ right up! We’ve got the wheelbarrow prepped already… Perfect for your exit, too!”
None of these words came anywhere near describing how gloriously gelatinous your favorite customer had become. You loved him - all the hundreds and hundreds of pounds of him were glorious - every roll, every crease, every crevice. It was marvelous. And still. He just… kept… coming. He just… kept… eating. He just… kept… gaining.
Even as he entered blobdom, he hauled his colossal gut off the ground and huffed and heaved here - to you. To all you had to give. To all he could possibly eat. Beauty, I name thee butterball - or, in other words, he was the most beautiful buttercorn in all the world.
He would glut. He would feast. He would gorge. Soon, he would never be full. Soon, he would never stop eating. Soon, he would never get up. Soon, he would be yours… forever.
—-
Here’s the sequence I based the latest YCH of mine off of - the blimping of the Buttercorn! This piece is based off of a silly, and absolutely adorable character created by my wonderful friend Nickel-Cat_Engine - he had the idea for a laid back, chill unicorn dude who’s gullible grin and careless appetite mix together perfectly to create the most devious of gaining situations for the dude.
Needless to say, I fell in love with the guy, and I simply needed to draw something involving him. Partially inspired by a prompt from Nickel-Cat_Engine , I put this sequence together, and truth be told, the drawings here were finished a month or two ago, so I am most excited to finally be sharing these with everyone. I hope you all enjoy this deliciously delightful buttercorn as much as I do!
If you’re interested in the YCH, feel free to check it out here!
I’ll Have Uh… YCH!
—-
Nickel-Cat_Engine - Buttercorn
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2079 x 1772px
File Size 4.5 MB
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