Sarge stepped onto the metal plate. He could feel a tinge of cold as his body gently weighed itself down onto the smooth surface. He never thought he would get to the point of having to use an industrial scale to weigh himself, but with how he found himself hobbling his weight around, he just needed to find out if his goal was met.

Looking down, he couldn't even see the plate over his mass of brown and cream fur. Reaching his arms out, he could barely grasp around the sheer width of his midriff. He rubbed the side of his belly and sighed. Too fat to see his feet, too wide to sit really anywhere without taking up two seats... life certainly was different for him now....

Remembering back to his times dealing with Scartooth, Sarge was glad that he had grown since then -- mentally, physically, and emotionally. It took him almost seven years to fully move on from what happened to him. But now, when he looked in the mirror, he could smile and be happy with who he became. Was he fat? Yes. Was he kind? Absolutely. Did he have friends? Yes. He wouldn't have made it this far without the help of his friends.

Looking over his shoulder, Sarge let out a small whine of anticipation. "Indigo... what's the tape measure say? How much do I weigh?"

Indigo chuckled as he looked at the extra long tape measure Sarge had ordered. "Relax, big guy! I'm still waiting for the scale to finish so I can give you your big reveal!"

Sarge's tail began to wag as he looked away. "Thanks, Indigo."

"Don't mention it." Indigo smiled. "I've enjoyed seeing how happy you get with that big tummy of yours. Its really boosted your confidence and your self esteem... I daresay that's where it all comes from!" Indigo teased, poking the large amount of pudge on Sarge's back. "And I daresay, even more, that your self esteem is so high BECAUSE it is so big!"

An audible blip was heard. Sarge's ears went erect and his tail began to wag.

There was a brief moment of silence. "Well, well, well! Congratulations, fatwoof. You went WAAAAAY over your 1k goal and have a belly size of one-hundred-and-eight inches!"

Sarge's tail wagged even more. "I... I did it?! I actually finished a goal of mine?"

"Seems so." Indigo said. "You're officially too fat to sit in most commercial airplanes and have turned yourself into a living, twin-sized bed!"

Sarge blushed at Indigo's teasing.

"Honestly, I dunno how you'd get rid of all this fat anymore. Before I imagined it was possible, but I think you pushed yourself past a 'point of no return'." Indigo cleared his throat as he walked around to the front of Sarge and patted Sarge's belly. "I hope you know that means you're kinda... a permanent fatty."

Sarge nodded. "I've accepted it, really. I don't have to worry anymore, either, since Scartooth is behind bars."

Indigo leaned over Sarge's belly, pressing down all his weight on it as he planted a kiss on Sarge's mouth. "Well, big guy, you're definitely a cutie this way... though anyone would say that whether you were big or small. Now you're just a lot softer and squishier."

Sarge closed his eyes and smiled. He heard Indigo say something, but it was too quiet to hear.

Looking at the calendar, Sarge felt his mind flood with both memories and aspirations. He couldn't wait for another year to learn about who he was....

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So, I hinted at it in Sarge's bio, but he basically had a weight goal of 1000. He was so close ever since his muscles and bones mutated to become super-dense that he figured he might as well try since he'd already been getting fatter at a more rapid pace.

But now he's at 1000, he sincerely hopes he never has to get rid of any of the fat. His werewolf regeneration was great, but using it would cost him his belly -- and that was something he never wanted to lose.

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