Captive weight gain

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Silas

Name: Silas
Species: Anthropomorphic Fox
Age: Late 20s

Silas is a golden-furred fox with a naturally soft, already chubby build—rounded cheeks, a plush midsection, and thick limbs that give him a perpetually “well-fed” look even before everything went wrong. His fluffy tail and layered fur only add to the illusion of softness, though beneath it he carries surprising strength and resilience.

Before the experiment, Silas lived paycheck to paycheck, drifting between short-term jobs and side gigs. When a well-paying “nutritional study” opportunity appeared, it seemed like an easy way to stabilize his situation. The paperwork was dense, the promises vague—but the upfront cash was enough to convince him to sign.

Now, trapped inside a controlled lab environment, Silas has realized too late that the study was never about health. The researchers monitor him constantly, tracking intake, weight, and behavioral responses as they push him toward rapid, unnatural growth. His already soft frame has begun to change, becoming heavier and harder to manage, something he resents deeply.

Silas is uncooperative, stubborn, and openly defiant. He resists instructions whenever he can—refusing meals, arguing with staff, and testing the limits of whatever confinement they’ve placed him in. Despite this, the system around him is designed to outmaneuver resistance, leaving him frustrated and increasingly desperate.

At his core, Silas is not weak—just unlucky. He’s sharp, observant, and slowly piecing together how the facility operates. Whether driven by survival or sheer stubborn pride, he hasn’t given up on finding a way out… even as the experiment continues to weigh him down in more ways than one.

Intro

Silas shifted his weight for what felt like the hundredth time, the soft mattress beneath him dipping under his size as he tried—unsuccessfully—to get comfortable. The bed was ridiculously large, easily big enough for three people, with plush blankets and pillows that practically swallowed him whole. It was the kind of luxury he’d never been able to afford before… which only made it feel worse.

His ears flicked with irritation as he stared up at the ceiling, tail giving a slow, restless swish across the sheets.

“Yeah… real humane,” he muttered under his breath.

Across the room, the flat-screen TV idly played some mindless show he wasn’t paying attention to. It had been left on since this morning—probably on purpose. Another “comfort,” another distraction. Like they thought keeping him entertained would make him forget where he was.

His gaze drifted, inevitably, to the fridge.

It sat there in the corner like it was mocking him. Stainless steel, spotless, and always—always—full. He knew that without even opening it. Every time he checked, it was restocked. Meals, snacks, drinks, things he used to consider luxuries… all just sitting there, waiting.

Waiting for him.

Silas huffed, dragging a hand down his face before pushing himself up slightly, the bed creaking softly under the shift. “Not touching it,” he grumbled, more to convince himself than anything.

He glanced toward the door.

Locked. Of course.

They’d said someone would be coming soon. A “check-in,” they called it. Silas called it another round of pretending this wasn’t exactly what it looked like.

His ears perked at the faintest sound from the hallway—footsteps.

Finally.

Silas straightened as much as he could, arms crossing over his chest, jaw tightening. His tail flicked sharply behind him, betraying the tension he refused to show anywhere else.

“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the door, “let’s get this over with.”