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Bearing Down

Sarge huffed in agitation. "Of course the final animal they wanted was a bear." He looked down at his belly and gave a gruff groan. "Is this really how fat I'd be if I was a bear? Seriously?!" ~~~~~ The final of the Sarge Species Poll, a BEAR! (Which ot me is a bit silly since I also drew a panda bear XD) ~~~~~ Art / Sarge (C) Me

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Desert Crock

When hiking through the desert, whether on a trail or not, it's important to keep your fluids up. Sarge is very careful. Since he knows he could dry up easily, he keeps himself hydrated! ~~~~~ The 2nd place winner of the species poll was a crocodile. SOOO, have Sarge as a crocodile! :D ~~~~~ Sarge/Art (C) Me

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Tudor the Dragon

"Knight Wolf," Tudor said, gazing down at the panda next to him. "Call me Sarge, Tudor. And yes?" Sarge replied. His eyes were wide and his expression was on the verge of a smile. "I think your potion worked," Tudor looked down at his belly. He could see the brown fur he once had was now replaced with large, draconic scutes. "Though, did my legs shrink? I feel rather bottom heavy now." "A bit of a pear shape, yeah," Sarge nodded. "You, uh... uhm..." Tudor looked back to see Sarge was gawking. His eyes were fixed on Tudor's belly. "Another attempt to fatten me up, it seems? Did you really need to add a weight gain potion as well?" "Weight gain?" Sarge's expression turned to confusion. "I didn't add any, Tudor." "Then why am I so... round?" Tudor gestured to himself. "You're notorious for fattening people up, so this seems like a given." Sarge scratched his cheek. "I hate to break it to you, Tudor, but I really didn't add any weight gain ingredients to the draconic potion." Sarge looked away and poked his index fingers together. "You're just fat, Tudor..." Sarge lowered his voice to almost a whisper, but Tudor could barely pick up what he said. "And... you're very... cute, too." Tudor looked back at himself and patted his belly. This really seemed to make Sarge smile. "I suppose being a dragon won't be all that bad." ~~~~~ It's year of the dragon! YAY! Unfortunately, I can't make Sarge the dragon (yet) because he's forced to be a panda by the "Sarge's Species Poll". SO, in place of him, I have Tudor being the dragon this year to celebrate! (Who was the #2 victim of the weight gain poll and is now an extra 250 pounds fatter for the rest of the year). ~~~~~ Art/Sarge/Tudor/Story (C) Me

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Chomby Utau

There's one thing that Chomby's good at -- performing. He can perform any song, so long as he's heard it at least once. But of course, some people say he needs to play these songs in a more professional manner... sooo, meet Chomby 83114! He wears clothes! Artwork/Chomby (C) Me

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Chasing That Echo

The brown and cream soundbyte opened their eyes wide as they stared at their hands. "Wait... what the heck happened to my hands?!" He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, followed by a soft, fluffy mass pressing into his side. Jolting his head to the side, he saw a black and green soundbyte staring at him. "Oooooh, sorry that happened. Did you read my personal playlist uncondensed, Chase?" "What... does that even mean, Chomby?" Chase asked. He scowled. "You gave me a thumb drive and I listened to the music in the zip file! How did you even fit so much music into-" Chomby put a finger to Chase's lips, silencing him. "Didn't I warn you to not listen to ALL of it?" "No, you just said, 'here, you wanted my personal favorites, so here's my mix.'" Chase said with a huff. "Oh..." Chomby pushed himself off of Chase, now standing upright as his belly continued ot press into Chase's sides. "Well, uh... good news, you're a Soundbyte." "Sounds like you have bad news." "Bad news, you're stuck as a Soundbyte forever. What kinda name do you want? You look like an... Echo. Can I call you Echo?" "What?!" Chase tried to push Chomby away, eyes filling with confusion. To his dismay, Chomby's belly was too soft to fully push him back. "Fix me, Chomby! I can't be a soundbyte!" "Why not?" Chomby asked. "Because I..." Chase tried to think of an answer, but he couldn't think of anything. He closed his mouth and looked down. "What do I do now?" "Well, Echo, find music you like and listen to it. Be careful, too much of a good thing adds to your belly size! Otherwise, you should be okay!" Chomby patted Echo's shoulder. "Do I have a permanent scowl like you?" Echo asked. Chomby seemed to attempt to change his expression, though it stayed angry. "No... that's just me." ~~~~~ A commission for Sealnard on Twitter! He gave me artistic freedom to Soundbytify his OC! :D ~~~~~ Chase/Echo (C) @sealnard on Twitter Art (C) Me

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Fluffmaster's Protein Shake

"Oh, you uh... uh..." Sarge looked Indigo up and down. Seeing the werewolf's belly begin to expand outward was causing Sarge's cheeks to go red. "Oh my." "Eh?" Indigo raised a brow. "Seems a cat got your tongue, huh, mister lion?" "I... uh..." Sarge looked away, gently flitting his fingers through his mane. He took another peak and noticed Indigo's abs begin to melt away as his belly started to lap over his pants. He looked away again. He didn't understand why this was flustering him so much. "I suppose it was inevitable," Indigo said with a sigh as he walked over to Sarge. Sarge immediately felt a soft blanket of fur press against his right cheek. He sat in silence, letting that blanket push deeper into him, now starting to feel like the softness he'd grown accustomed to with his own belly. Sarge didn't know what to say. "There's only so much teasing and fattening I can do to you before the tables turn, huh?" Indigo whistled, leaning in further, which only flustered Sarge even more. "How long did it take you to finally fatten me up? Three years? Four? Surprised you haven't done it yet," Indigo leaned in with a grin on his face, "Fatso!" Sarge found himself leaning into Indigo's belly fluff. "Uh... it uh... uh... looks nice?" "Your expression tells me you're enjoying this." Indigo said with a smirk. He grasped around the back of Sarge's head and pressed it further into his belly. "That why you snuck that 'Fluffmaster's Donut' into my protein shake?" Sarge thought back on earlier. Was THAT how it happened? Last he remembered, he was about to add the secret growth powder to his donuts.... He grabbed the small white jar from the counter and.... Oh. He remembered there were two small white jars. Neither of them were labelled. Indigo had made sure to remove the labels on most things as a way to 'trick' Sarge into eating more. Sarge never understood HOW that was the case, but he couldn't question it too much, given his physique was nowhere near as skinny as it used to be. "Oh... uh... uhm..." Sarge tried to clear his throat. "Moreso 'misplaced'." As Sarge said those words, he felt Indigo's stomach growl, noting the finish of the Fluffmaster's secret growth powder. When he turned his head, he could only see a large, soft expanse of white. The button on Indigo's pants popped. "Ahh, heck." Sarge gulped. "Well, not much I can do now, huh, big guy?" Indigo leaned himself further into Sarge, fully flustering the lion even more. Sarge couldn't lie, though. He was, indeed, enjoying himself. ~~~~~ Seems one of the people voted to fatten up was Indigo! So, have the obligatory, fattened-up Indigo. I kinda like him like this, so we'll see where it goes in the future. Maybe he could get bigger!  Alsooo, because Sarge was involved, I did have to draw him as the first on the list of new species -- a lion. SO, there we have it: A fat Indigo and a fatter, more-lion-like Sarge! ~~~~~ Indigo/Sarge/Art/Story (C) Me

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A Kegful Shark

His mind was foggy. All he could think of was the next drink he would get. He'd been sitting there for... a day or so? He couldn't tell, but he wanted more. His stomach wasn't full yet. It needed to fill up... more..... ~~~~~ Stream Point Redemption commission for BIGChubbySHARK on Twitter. He wanted his own TF from my keg TF story/sequence, and I felt honored that he enjoyed it! <3 ~~~~~ Shark (C) BIGChubbySHARK

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The Nutcracker Filter

"Seriously... you want to see my current project? You do realize it's a work in progress, right?" Sarge huffed. "Yes, I do. I just want you to take a picture of me with ONE of those filters you've got!" The cardinal onlooker, who introduced himself as Kyle, said. "Oh so... well..." Sarge looked at his phone and swiped through his filters. "Fat gain, pig TF, age progression, himbofication, statue..." Sarge's cheeks flushed hot. "I'm not used to people actually asking me to use one on them. Uh, okay..." Sarge stopped on his most recent filter. It was a Christmas-themed one. He was unsure why, but by popular demand, he created this one. "Nutcracker? How about that one? It's my newest filt-" "Yes! Just take my picture already!" Kyle was becoming antsy. His eyes were glowing with excitement. He clenched his fists and lifted them to his cheeks, dancing in place with anticipation. "Ahhhhh. I can't believe I'm meeting THE Fluffmaster! Oh gosh! I gotta share this picture with my friends! They won't believe me!" Sarge gave a nervous smile. "Hehe... I guess my reputation precedes me, then? So, to be clear, you're wanting me to show you my nutcracker mode?" Kyle nodded.  "Uh, okay... Smile, I guess?" Sarge lifted his camera. He placed his thumb on the button and let the countdown happen. "You're going to feel really sti-" Sarge's eyes widened in shock. He just realized he could see his face on his camera. "Wait! No-" Click! Within that moment, Sarge felt his arms stiffen. His mouth lolled open on its own. His eyes were plastered open. He lifted a hand to his cheek and felt a hard, wooden structure. "Ahhh, shoo-" he tried to say, but having no tongue made it difficult. "Ith in thelthie mode!" Kyle stared, awestruck. He then shook his head and stared at himself. His eyes narrowed and he groaned. "The heck! It didn't change me at all!" Sarge wanted to cry from embarrassment, but he couldn't do that... his eyes were just painted on now. "Ith... uh... thorry. Thelthie mode. Uh... they theeze!" Kyle cocked his head. "Wha-" Click. ~~~~~ Okay, I admit, I wasn't expecting a lot of people to request a nutcracker piece this year. I do know some people are a bit scared of my darker concepts -- the nutcracker stuff in particular... soooo, here's a bit of a more light-hearted nutcracker TF! :D ~~~~~ Sarge/concept/story (C) Me

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Sarge to Santa

Sarge thought being a mall Santa would give him extra gift money for the holidays.... Turns out he can give out a lot more gifts than he expected... but at a cost. A fun little Christmas story I did. Merry Christmas, everyone! Full story here: https://furaffinity.net/view/54806866

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Thanksgiving 2023

Happy Thanksgiving from the staff at Fluffmaster's Bakery! We know this time of year is when we spend time to give thanks! And Fluffmaster and his crew would like to thank you all for the community and patronage to their shop! To celebrate, people are invited to try out one of his newest baked goods -- the Fluffmaster's Sharing Pumpkin Pie! Even if only one person eats a slice, everyone will feel the joy and fullness of it. Come by and try yours with your friends! ~~~~~ Happy Thanksgiving! Decided to do a little piece with an actual reference to something I hint at a lot -- Fluffmaster's Bakery. :D ~~~~~ Art/Sarge (C) Me

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Squanched Catches a Fimsh

Nothing says relaxing like sitting at the edge of a pier, pulling out your favorite gear, and the newly-designed Fluffmaster's Fishing Rod and going fishing! Squandered loved the outdoors, especially when it meant he could relax like this... the he wasn't sure why his clothes felt tighter than normal. ~~~~~ A commission for Squandered of his lad sitting on a pier and fishing! ~~~~~ Squandered (C) SquanderedMilk Art (C) Pikminpedia (Me)

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Kuro in Clothes

A design I did for my friend, Kuro for his instream redeem of a free sketch!

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Swinging Sarge Noir

Sarge Noir was not one to leave someone idle. He had an admirer -- a first to him. With a gentle smile, he offered a chance to swing from rooftop to rooftop. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for most. The admirer accepted the invitation, and after a bit of coaching on what to do, Sarge Noir attached a web to a nearby building and looked down at the person now clinging onto him. "Hold on tight, Tracks," He said. "I am," they replied. "Good, good." Sarge Noir looked forward. He'd done rescues before, so this would feel like nothing new. The only difference was there wasn't any immediate danger happening right now. "Here we go!" Leaping from the rooftop, the two sailed through the air. ~~~~~ Commission for Tracks of Sarge Noir and Tracks swinging on webs! I absolutely loved drawing this! I like Sarge Noir a lot, and Tracks offered a chance to draw him again. I couldn't refuse! ~~~~~ Tracks (C) Tracks Sarge Noir/ Art (C) Me

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Orcish October

Seems Luke was expecting that Orctober would remove that extra heft. Turns out, though, that heft wasn't actually fur... but fat. Oops. Well, whether a bear or an orc, Luke will do his job! ~~~~~ Commission for Luke of his OC tfed into an orc for Orctober

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Ansel the Toon

Commission done of Ansel the hyena but slightly toonified! Seems he's about ready to go into Toontown Corporate Clash! ~~~~~ Ansel (C) respective owner Art (C) Me

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Zephyre's Indulgence

Zephyre couldn't help but feel something had changed over the last few months. He couldn't fully put his finger on it, though. Finishing off the last of his fortieth chocolate bar, he patted his belly in satisfaction. He stopped, now realizing what was amiss. "Wait... did my belly get bigger?" He looked down at himself. After a few moments of jostling his now-rounded belly, he shrugged. "Ahh well, I kinda like it." ~~~~~ Commission for Zephyre_Tiger ~~~~~ Zephyre (C) Zephyre_Tiger Art (C) Me

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Buffet Times (5/6)

After several minutes, Charlie let go of Big Guy’s belly, allowing him to move again. “There! An extra treat for you! It should help you fully eat what you need!” Charlie patted Big Guy’s belly. “But, for someone as fat as you, it shouldn’t be a problem anyway!”   “Stop doing that!” Big Guy snarled, backing up. “Big Guy didn’t even eats anything that time! That’s not fair!”   “You’re free to leave any time, you know,” Charlie said, gesturing toward the exit. “All you gotta do is stomach twelve pounds of food and you can leave. Twenty-four if you want to be Sarge again, and Thirty-six if you want your full identity back. These massages aren’t free, Big Guy. Next one will be your free will.”   “My… what?” Big Guy asked, wanting to show how angry he was, but his fear plastered his eyes open.   “Free will. Y’know, the thing that lets you decide for yourself. Sure, you can go get yourself a drink when you want to, but if someone tells you to do something, you do it. You don’t even question it. Can’t stop yourself from questioning it. You just do it.” Charlie scratched his muzzle. “Honestly, fur is a bit itchy, so I wouldn’t mind if you… y’know, ate that thirty-six pounds of food.”   “Then stop giving Big Guy a massage everytime me gets bloated!” Big Guy whined. “Me wants to go home!”   Charlie lifted his now-fur-covered hands with a delighted smile. “Grand Surprises! Though I will ask you this time, since free will is kinda a big deal, y’know?”   “Then don’t take it!” Big Guy barked.   “A deal is a deal I’m afraid. You agreed to the Fat Man’s Eating Challenge. Now you gotta finish it. Remember, just twelve pounds of food in that gut and you’re good as out the door!”   Big Guy tried to snarl, but he noticed his face didn’t seem to express itself. He stormed away, feeling his belly jiggle every few seconds as he did. Each step was laborious as he felt a bounce come from his midriff, jowls, thighs, and pecs. When he made it to the buffet counter for meats, he could see his reflection on the counter’s smooth, metal surface. Big Guy jumped back, letting out a yelp as he did so… Where were his eyes? Where was his nose? All he saw was a gray oval with a smoothed out bump to show where his snout was. He still had a mouth, sure, but everything else was… gone.   “Where is Big Guy face?!” He bellowed, slapping his hands to the front of his head. He tried to feel for his eyeballs, but he only felt divots. It was at that moment that a thought occurred to him. Racing back to the entrance, Big Guy scanned the area for the mannequin. It was such a minor detail that he’d nearly forgotten…. Horror-struck, he found the mannequin was gone. Big Guy took a few steps forward, only to have a set of hands press against his belly, freezing him in place. Through several minutes of groping, prodding, jostling, and squishing, Big Guy was greeted with the same text as before, “0.00 lbs.”   “Big Guy know that!” Big Guy snapped, spinning on his foot. He had to get out of here now… at any cost. This meant he needed to eat. Rushing back to the buffet, Big Guy scanned the many foods, looking for the items that he thought would be the heaviest. He knew that protein would fill him up quickly, and fruits and vegetables would do the same. He needed something that was easy to eat and came in large quantities. He needed-   Big Guy stopped in front of the dessert area. He had been so panicked about wanting to escape, he almost forgot this area existed. Placing a hand on his belly, he felt it growl. He licked his lips. This was perfect. Desserts. He wanted to try all the desserts so badly. He filled up plate after plate with copious amounts of cakes, donuts, pies, candies, brownies, cookies. After filling up several plates, he found himself standing in front of an item he knew would be his salvation. The Soft-serve Ice Cream Machine. The cream was usually very dense, making a single bowl anywhere up to a pound… depending on how high it could be stacked.   Looking at his plates of desserts back at his table, Big Guy gulped. He needed a large container for this ice cream. Scanning the dessert bar, Big Guy saw a serving dish of pudding. Though mostly untouched, Big Guy figured this could help. Pudding was also dense, so all he needed to do was combine the two and eat the entire tray! Yeah! Perfect!   Big Guy grasped the serving tray’s handles and lifted it up. He was surprised at how hefty it felt, but that only made his smile widen. Shoving the tray underneath the machine’s spout, Big Guy pulled the chocolate handle...Nothing came out.   “Wha-what?” Big Guy pulled the vanilla handle. Nothing came out.   “No! No, no no no!” Big Guy yelled, slamming a fist against the metal structure. “Charlie! Ice Cream machine is broken!”   There was no reply.   Feeling a sense of dread, Big Guy hoisted the dish of pudding up and hustled back to his table where he sat back down to stare at his desserts.   He whined. With his stomach growling so much, he knew he could eat a lot… but was it enough? Did he have enough space to finish?   Shaking his head, Big Guy immediately began shoveling food into his mouth, but as he did, his haste disappeared. The decadence of this food was… divine. Normally he didn’t like buffet desserts, but these desserts were impossible to ignore. The fruit tarts, the black forest cake, the rhubarb pie… all of it was delicious.   He continued scarfing down food. He felt his belly press into the table, so he backed up a bit. He had to reach over his belly, but he managed to grab ahold of each plate then rest it atop his belly as he ate.   Delicious. Decadent. Wonderful. Silky. Smooth. Sweet. Big Guy had just about finished off his last plate of food… and then it hit him. Knowing what was at stake now, though, his gut began to twist. He held a hand to his mouth to keep his food in, but it was becoming blatantly obvious… and uncomfortable that he was beginning to feel full.   “Urk….. No! Big Guy didn’t even… get to the pudding!” Taking a deep breath, Big Guy gripped the sides of his chair and hoisted himself up. His belly felt impossibly taut now, almost ready to burst if someone were to poke it with a pin. He hobbled his way over to the entrance but was stopped by Charlie at the front desk.   “You okay, Big Guy?” Charlie asked, gently pressing into Big Guy’s belly.   “How… much… food… urk… did Big Guy eat?” Big Guy asked.   “Well, we could find out!” Charlie said, gesturing toward the entrance. “Stand on that there welcome mat and you’ll get your answer! Though, be warned, if you go any step beyond that, you won’t be able to come back in until tomorrow!”   “Heck no!” Big Guy retorted, hobbling himself forward. He stood on the mat and, as expected, felt the hands begin to rub and prod his belly. Unlike the last two times, when his belly was supposedly empty, this time he was full to bursting. Trying to hold in all the food was more difficult with each successive prod and poke. He had to cover his mouth a few times… but the prodding finally finished. The digital sign glowed. The text read, “26.54 lbs.”.   “Wow, you’re quite a glutton, Big Guy!” Charlie said with wide eyes. “You’re only a coincidental-pudding-tray away from thirty-six!” Charlie walked up to Big Guy and gestured back into the buffet. “Whatcha say, big guy? Wanna get back your full identity? I could give you a massage to help get rid of that pesky, filling food!”   (Part 5 of 6)   Artwork/Story/Characters (C) Pikminpedia