39.96%...39.97%...39.98%...39.99%... 40%. Fox immediately put down the giant chocolate shake he'd been drinking, which he's pretty sure was not your normal shake by how much it shot his weight up. He folded his uniform up and placed it in the corner. Hoping to pick it up when he was leaving. After he reached 35% the uniform was becoming too restrictive for him, so he had to take it off. As the doors to the Outside Opened Fox only had on a snug tank top, barely covering his enlarged belly, and a pair of Boxer shorts that were reaching their limits.
"Can't really make this a formal trip now..." He muttered to himself as he left, and was quickly rejoined by the guards from before who led him over to the center of the city, and then returned back to the entrance. Leaving Him alone in the obese capital, without any equipment of his own.
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