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Winter's Wide Load

Winter's reaction to Penny's gift (She meant for this to be genuinely helpful but she didn't know 'wide load' could mean something else.)

Artwork done by elek-tronikz 

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I cant deny that Ive continued to rapidly balloon I’ve the past 10 months. Some days I feel like im about to explode because I’ve stuffed my fat face so much.

I used to struggle my way off my loveseat sized chair but now I have no choice but to have help. My hips have stretched out stomach is hanging lower than usual. I love my custom made love seat chair but its been becoming rather snug lately.

I know last Christmas my girlfriend and i discussed the idea of me gaining to 700 pounds. I was already an enormously overweight 642 pounds. Ill never forget that Christmas…i was stuffed into a too small Mrs Claus themed mummu when she took me to the junk yard to be weighed. I couldnt believe the number when I saw it.

I remember when I thought I was going to end up staying between 500-525…And the last time I was nearly 150 pounds bigger than Id ever thought Id be. And back last Christmas when they weighed me could no longer fit my fat ass into my mothers little car. They had no choice but to take me in the van, and I was starting to get too fat for that.

I know I’ve gained weight. My mobility is something that im struggling with. My girlfriend loves my enormous double belly and budding tripple chin. She traces my stretch-marks while feeds me forkfuls of pasta.

Ive been eating like an elephant (no pun intended) over the last year. Im probably close to 700 pounds by now.

The new scale has an 800 pound weight limit. I struggled up onto the enormous platform to hear “Hello. Your weight is 720 pounds.”

My girlfriend whistles and pinches my hip rolls. “Wow Porky! Youve really packed on the pounds since we last weighed you! You really are a big pig!!” She giggles my stomach and chins. She pinches my swollen cheeks, while I breathe heavy with arousal; both by her touch and my enormous size. 720 pounds at 5’7!

“Just imagine how big youll be come next Christmas! With the rest of the Halloween candy, the rest of the heavy autumn treats…thanksgiving…Christmas treats,cookies and cakes….Youre going to pop come New Years Eve!”

Did I really want to continue to get even bigger? I was already well beyond ultra sized and entering the size of requiring my own zip code. I dont know if I can stabilise my current weight…or will my piggish desires cause me to swell even fatter until Im eventually bed bound?

I cant wait until Thanksgiving. My mothers favourite insult is to call me a parade float and now my sisters daughter is old enough to understand the words.

Transformers: Mosaic #444 - "Learning Curve"

Originally posted on December 31st, 2009

Story - Franco Villa Art - Ed Pirrie Colours - John-Paul Bove Thanks to - Juan Pablo Osorio

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

Later revised and annotated for Transformers: The Lost Seasons

wada sez: Why the connection between Crosshairs and Wheeljack? Per Villa on deviantART: “I just thought they were "related" because of the similar faces and the engineering interests”. Ed Pirrie often takes inspiration from Geoff Senior for his artwork, and this strip is no exception. On deviantART he noted: “I based Wheeljack's robot mode on his design in the War Within comics, only less bulky.” That robot on the very right in the first panel is actually Afterburner, recoloured as an original characters because technically speaking in cartoon continuity Afterburner wasn’t built yet at the point of this flashback! The revised version of this strip would take this idea even further by recolouring Wideload as well, who first appeared in the cartoon’s fourth season. Preview, clean inks and Italian verison below.

Dear Airachnid Asker,

Early into the rebuilding efforts, numerous Mini-Cons made efforts to recolonize Cybertron’s twin moons, their ancestral homeland. A reconstruction team headed by Sledge, Wideload and Yardarm landed to begin the long task of restoring Helpful City to functionality—but only a few cycles after landing, they disappeared. Subsequent search and rescue teams also went missing, and before long Cybertronian authorities quarantined the moon until they could determine what was going on—though this maneuver caused no small amount of friction with a number of hardline Mini-Con separatists who wanted nothing more than to return to their home and put the hated “bulks” of Cybertron behind them.

It didn’t take long for them to figure out what had happened—the starving Airachnid, who had long since exhausted her initial food supply, had seized upon the opportunity for fresh prey and baited each new morsel into a careful trap, growing stronger with each new victim she claimed. Soon, Drift assembled a heavily armed contingent of specialists to deal with the infestation. Pitted against these pest control specialists, Airachnid could hardly put up a fair fight, and the mutant Arachnicon soon found herself impaled upon the business end of Drift’s sword.