I'm happy to announce the fourth and FINAL (main) update of our planned Weight Gain Drive with the artist Fluffs! This was a multi-week donation-funded art sequence where $1 = 1 pound of weight added to my characters!

This Weight Gain Drive served as a fundraiser to help support my finances in a fun and interactive way. Drive proceeds were split evenly between myself and Fluffs at the end of the event. This event lasted 8 weeks in total, and featured new images every other week.

Donations are now closed, and the main event is now over, but there are still more updates to be had! Four Bonus Images have been unlocked and will be drawn later too! (I'll be sharing them here as well.)

The Drive site https://sites.google.com/view/feed-the-puppo-2023 will still be maintained for posterity and also host further updates.

~ UPDATE 4: STORY ~

Tucker struggled to take in the sheer size of the Shadox shadowing over him, not to mention simply enduring his natural stage fright! Why, the little Poochyena looked about ready to leave the show before he'd even participated...

Ruffer, having returned after his mysterious break, had already anticipated such a reaction from the new contestant. Standing next to a purple mountain, and imagining becoming the same, can be pretty intimidating after all... Ruffer had thus not come back alone; he'd actually stepped just outside the studio to recruit his secret 'weapon'...

A food cart was pushed up onto the stage, its squeaky wheels distracting the nervous Tucker. He looked back, his nose twitching involuntarily as it detected the scent of greasy, juicy meats and sizzling fries...! Iver HAD picked well, as Ruffer knew the security officer would; Tucker was another canine, as expected. As desired. As of course, no canine could resist Nano's Meats and Savories...

Another Shadox, grey-furred and deceptively-lean despite their role, poked their head out from around the cart. ~Nano~, proprietor of their namesake, operated their food cart outside of BloaTV's offices on a regular basis. While normally just serving delicious, if sinfully-caloric meals to the staff on their lunch breaks, the real money in setting up here was the special calls by exactly this show, now and again. Whenever A Whale of a Time needed somebody fattened BIG, and FAST, Nano was ready to provide.

The unassumingly-sized food cart was merely the staging point for cooking. Off-camera, there was tremendous mount of stock - refrigerated meats and fries and...that was it, really~ What else was needed?~ Nano was known for their meat skewers, grilling and marinating and BBQ'ing beef and chicken and pork in all varieties of ways, with a sloppy helping of fries on the side of every dish of course~

Already Tucker had approached the cart, the Pooch's thoughts all but erased in lieu of focusing on those juicy meats... Bacon cookies had been an excitement-inducing treat some scene before, but even that paled in comparison to the pure carnivorous bliss on display... Nano grinned ear to ear as they gave the Poochyena a pat on the head, quickly hiking up onto their hind-paws to artfully collect the currently-cooked batch of foods. The Shadox's odd coiled tail assisted in this activity, almost-prehensile in its nature as it collected, flipped, and presented the juicy, greasy delights down to Tucker, prepping more foods to sizzle while simultaneously (and quite insistently) feeding his customer.

The Poochyena started his meal a bit daintily even so, even bothering to chew a bit... But he soon noticed that the foods were so fresh and greasy that they slickly slipped right down his hungry throat with nary an effort! Tucker elected to simply let the food follow this path of no resistance, which was all the easier as Nano's paw shoved one thing after another in there...

The swirl of different meats all flowed into a savory stupor for the Dark-type, who fell into darkness on all other thoughts aside from consumption... What a good boy~ Nano had at first needed to reach down to feed the pupper, but more and more did Tucker grow and plumpen...causing Nano to simply reach across at his own height before long. ...And before much longer, Nano was reaching UP to feed the ever-increasing mound of Pooch, who somehow seemed to only grow faster the bigger he got!...

All the while, the poor mountain of purple-Shadox was left off to the side, whimpering and wriggling obesely atop his immobilizing gut. He could smell all that delicious food too...and with some real effort, he could even squish and crane his blubbery next around to watch the scene behind him. Charem was MORE than envious of the little Dark-type...though that envy grew into fascination, then intimidation, as the little dog became not-so-little anymore.

Soon enough, Tucker had matched Charem's size...but Nano had yet more meats to feed, and Tucker was LIVING for them now! The Poochyena had smartly elected to lie down and lean a bit as he got bigger. He was more immobile than the original contestant now, but also delightfully-well-positioned for his feeding host to continuously reach his panting, wheezing, starving chops~ Not that Nano would have had any trouble clambering up the many fatty folds inlaid throughout the squishy Poochyena regardless, but it surely sped up the consumption rate~

...The stage began to creak as Tucker shot past Charem's weight in spades, his otherworldly-sized gut casually blobbing off the side of the once-large-seeming platform. The Dark-type's weight was so massive that his gut even scooted the now-dwarfed Charem around, pushing the overindulged Shadox off the platform a bit too! Really, this was...probably a good place to call the event, right? The show was...certainly at a conclusion now. Host, would you...like to end the episode...?

...Ruffer was easy to miss, a small canine amongst a sea of larger canid flab... It would seem the mildly-corrupt host had once again selfishly skimmed a bit off the top of the show's budget, and had indulged on the food cart's offerings himself. He'd fallen partly behind the cart now, his tumby fatter than before. It's likely he'd entered a food coma, his senses too overwhelmed by the powerful scents of meat and grease to continue feeding himself. Such a shame he was the host, and not a contestant, or perhaps he would have some further feeding assistance...

...Ah. Well, if the host is incapacitated, um...

Cut? ...Cut?