@Indigomu One of the hefty guests sneaks around the staff area and finds a hidden service elevator with a much smaller Weight Min, he just barely qualifies! Rushing inside, the doors lock shut behind him - he starts to sweat nervously, only one button, up to the "6-star" penthouse suites.
Levi's Hotel: the devilishly decadent 5-star resort where every elevator has a weight minimum to use after the first night, forcing "lucky" guests to find ways to pack on the pounds to escape.
Surely no one will lose control of their appetites and grow too heavy even for that~
@IreSketcher@KillerSpace_ Reminder that Betilla is NOT Rayman's mom and the first trailer of new design had Rayman literally flirting with her reciprocally.
@mayonnaisepina1 They way you weaved a whole dang narrative with this is so impressive. Every call back to earlier pics just floored me, I was following as much for the adventure as the fat tums by the end.
A lil extra pic for the Inktober sequence
On the top of a dragon belly, there was still one member of the Party left, the one that escaped his lantern and found something in the broken stuff...
xP
I would just like to thank everybody who took the time to look at my silly art for Fattytober! I am so happy that so many people are fans of Sylvester getting really dang fat.
#Fattytober 31) How HUGE am I?
The Cursed Idol finally satisfied. Sylvester's blubbery gut is stratospheric. Acmetropolis, buried under countless tons of toon lard. The fat cat is... content.
For now.
The Cursed Idol can't wait to serve him an even bigger feast for breakfast.
#Fattytober 29) Doesn't Stop
Gulp gulp gulp... A titanic feline landmark dominates the skyline. Slowly expanding forever larger - Sly couldn't stop if he wanted and wouldn't stop if he could. The feeling of consuming non-stop is too good. The skunk has a vision of his future...
#Fattytober 28) Struggle
Life is hard for a thousand ton toon. Sure, it looks simple and pampered, just lazing around all day gorging like a pig, but its tough - itches too far to scratch, annoying rubble poking your butt, tired jaws from eating bus-sized donuts. Its hard work.
#Fattytober 28) More!
The fattening is only growing more intense. The cursed toons flipping between pure gluttony and trying to resist, a nagging whisper of willpower and restraint in the back of their minds... but the pleasure of the curse is too strong, too delicious. Eat!!
#Fattytober 27) Paws
The gigantifying continues! Cars are flattened. Buildings explode with blubber. There are efforts to roll the largest toons away before they grow too large to relocate. Some prefer to mock rather than help. Good thing Sly can eat and tell him to get lost.
#Fattytober 26) Sudden
A normal day of filming, interrupted. So much casual rampant gluttony has unlocked the idol's true power! Gigantic gains hit all the toons infected with the curse, along with a stupefyingly huge irresistible feast that is forced down their maws. Oh no!