Week 1

157 - CRITICALLY UNDERWEIGHT. Target weight calculating… 205 pounds! Initiate advice protocol… Ordering calorie-dense MegaBite sustenance…

“Greetings and salutations, furbag! I am your new complementary AI assistant, bundled with your MegaBite (TM) Scale! My! You’re awfully thin. Critically underweight, even! Rebalancing… There! I’ve ordered more nutrition - it’ll arrive shortly…”

Critically underweight…? Blight could hardly believe his ears - sure, he was a little on the scrawny side, but… He couldn’t really be that underweight, now could he? But… This MegaBite (TM) scale was supposed to be top of the line, after all… I mean, it came with its own AI assistant and everything. And the thing already went ahead and ordered some food, all part of the prepaid subscription with the company anyhow, and he was a little peckish… So, maybe this misunderstanding wasn’t such a bad thing after all…?

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Week 2

201 - CRITICALLY UNDERWEIGHT. Target weight calculating… 350 pounds! Initiate suggestion advancement protocol, “MakeFurbagFatter.Exe…” Ordering extra-calorific MegaBite nutrition…

“Tsk! Dear furred humanoid, you are still critically underweight! Further caloric intake prescribed…”

Ugh… even more food? There- there had to be something wrong with this darn thing… How on Earth could Blight be so critically underweight when he looked - and felt - like a pig! According to this thing, he’d put on nearly 50 pounds in a week, all thanks to the constant ordering and nagging of the scale. Where there’d once been a lean, neat middle, there was now a heaving, buttery ball of flab… If this scale had it’s way, that gut of his would only grow bigger, who could tell to what end? He had to get a handle on this, he had to slow down, buck this thing… After another burger and a nap… Oh, and can’t forget about the extra food it ordered too, he’d have to eat that… can’t have it going to waste now, could he?

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Week 3

327 - (Somewhat less) CRITICALLY UNDERWEIGHT. Target fatassery calculating… 550 pounds! Initiate aggressive gluttony protocol, “GetHimFed…” Ordering extra-dense MegaBite (TM) pastries… And a digital snack, too!

“Ah, dog-thing! I see you are less emaciated than before - but, there’s always room to improve, you know! The digital calories I’ve discovered are giving me insight into new measurements too…

Awww… His MegaBite buddy had nearly given him a compliment… How kind- He really must be doing better, now, if he looked so much less emaciated… and he felt it, too! The heaviness of his footfalls, the exertion he felt when going up the stairs, the deep, pleasant slumber he entered after each and every meal - all of it was a sign that he was doing much better. His stomach was so much more talkative nowadays, like it should’ve been all along… always sloshing and growling, overfilled from his delicious meals, yet always hungry for more…

Blight blinked once, and his earlier thoughts returned… by all the stars, he… he was huge! A blimp, a great fat thing! He- he had to… he had to- had to… eat some more ice cream…

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Week 4

456 - TOO SKINNY. Target blubber calculating… 800 pounds! Initiate indulgence regiment, ”GlutAGut.exe.” ERROR. File size exceeded. Ordering more digital (and physical) fatty goodies… Processing… Processing… Urp.Exe.

“Oof… File size exceeded… upgrading… progress… You… Are still… Too skinny…!”

Blight wobbled and gulped worriedly as he looked at his trusty companion. He licked the gooey pie from his lips as he looked at the digital dragon inquisitively… Was MegaBite getting… fat? Sure, he was only a head, but that head was starting to look downright porky. Blight clicked his tongue as he scratched his monolithic (and quite healthy) gut. MegaBite had better watch it before his file size grew too out of control. Blight grimaced nervously as he heard a knock at the door - drat. Hopefully the delivery boy put his next order close to it. At a size as healthy as his, he was starting to have some trouble getting through the door, his delightfully warm sides seeming to hug the frame whenever he (tried) to pass through…

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Week 5

ERROR - 800 pound weight limit EXCEEDED - scale integrity COMPROMISED. Target bulk calculating… 1000 pounds! Initiate- initiate recommendation… HALT. ERROR. Subject is SUPER MORBIDLY OBESE. ABORT. ABORT. Too fat, weight loss regiment needed, needed, need- Override engaged. Subject is STILL TOO SKINNY. Initiate emergency protocol, “DeepFryEVERYTHING.exe”, “MandatoryStickOfButterPlusGallonOfCream.exe,” and, “NonStopOrders.exe.” Scale Upgrade ordered - transfer memory chip before subject size compromises motherboard! Ordering lots and lots and LOTS of food… Processing… Processing… BWOOAAARP.exe!

“BWOOAAARP! Oough… Scale… broken… Still… Critically… underweight…”

Blight… was skinny… still… too skinny… his belly was hardly bigger than a boulder, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to put on the weight he needed. Still… He was happy that he was trying. The food that was meant to help him with his problem was good, at least, nice and filling, for all ten meals he had a day… He chuckled deeply as he looked down at that poor scale, apparently ill-equipped to handle such extreme emaciation - he tried reaching around his underfed stomach to get a better look, but, his arms weren’t quite long enough - clearly a side effect of his condition. He looked into the fat, bloated face of his companion, still gorging byte after byte of digital goodies - he sighed wistfully, wishing one day, he could be as fat as good ol’ MegaBite…

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Week 6

1476 - Nice n’ fat, but MAKE HIM FATTER! You know the drill - Critically underweight, yada-yada - just bring out some GRUB! Ordering MegaBite Ultra-Dense “Fatten Em’ Up” Fat-Like-A-Hog Feed!

“Your next Gorge-Blast is almost here, string bean! And guess what? You’re almost normal - haha! Kidding - you’re still critically underweight!”

“BWOoOoORRRPPP!”

Blight loomed, his massive, blubbery belly hardly hovering above the floor. It took no small effort to stay on his own two feet at his size… Tsk… Part of him was disappointed to hear that he was still skinny… But his great, gurgling stomach rumbled loudly at the promise of more food that came with that diagnosis. Blight looked at his half-a-ton-plus figure longingly, eager for the day when he could finally be considered well-fed… Maybe, with the help of his dearest, obese MegaByte, he could get up to a proper weight sometime…

Goal Weight… Let’s go with, oh. 5 tons!

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Here’s a very fun idea I somehow haven’t drawn properly before - AI enforced weight gain! A big thank you to the lovely copain22.bsky.social (on X, as well) for putting forward this lovely idea for his Scaling Up YCH - this was a real delight to work on. One of the things I love most about these Scaling Up YCHes are all the unique spins I get to put on the concept - I hope you all enjoy his foxy dude Blight getting nice n’ round, and thanks again for commissioning me!

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I’m currently running a new batch of this YCH as well - if you’d be interested in getting something like this yourself, feel free to check it out here:

Scaling Up - $80 5-Part YCH!

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coapin22.bsky.social - A famished fox, still critically underweightt