Tribe of Overindulgence

*This story follows a professor studying an indigenous tribe that glorifies obesity. During his studies a magical relic is discovered, and mass fattening ensues.* 

A drop of sweat falls from Professor Ben Russo’s forehead, glistening as it drops in the morning sun. He’s been holding tree pose for several minutes and the humidity is sweltering, covering his hairy, muscled torso, appendages, and shaved head in a sheen of dewy sweat. His thick brow is heavy with focus, his amber eyes could pierce someone if they were to walk by. Ben feels his loincloth slipping down his sculpted rear, but he feels no shame as he finishes his morning yoga.

Pulling up his loincloth to make himself decent again, Ben packs up his mat and stores it away in the ivory stone hut he’s been staying in since he arrived. While the lack of air conditioning and thatched roofing aren’t the amenities he’s grown used to back in the US, Ben has found that the tribe giving him a whole hut to himself during his stay has been a very generous offering. The recently discovered Penguis tribe are not well known, but their generosity has been duly noted in the archive of research Ben has been collecting during his stay.

After filling a large urn with his water for the day from the well at the edge of the village and freshening up for the day, Ben mentally prepares himself to greet the new friends he’s made. Every day since arrival has been a struggle not to inappropriately intermingle with the villagers. While Ben would normally be attracted to the few in the village that remain toned and athletic, his attention from day one has been hyper-focused on the bodies of the largely obese men who dominate the population. Their bodies, like succulently juicy bacon cooked in the unrelenting sun, stay in Ben’s head day in and day out. The jiggle of a large belly as one laughed, the dribble of rich milk onto a plump moob, thighs so full of lard they rub together and chafe the men if they are found walking too much. These images float around Ben’s mind and it is no wonder that about 10% of them must remain thin in order to tend to crops, livestock, and prepare the necessary abundance that the tribe consumes.

Ben makes his way to the center of the village to help the other in shape men prepare breakfast for the large ones who will sleep in. Over a large fire the men prepare an abundance of eggs, sausage, and grains drowned in cream and honey served in comically large wooden bowls. They bring these meals to their heavy village members one by one, waking them for the day of gluttony ahead.

Walking into a stone hut similar to his, Ben tries not to make too much noise as to not wake the two sleeping men that occupy the residency. Carxin, the smaller of the two, does not sink into his overly stuffed straw bed nearly as much as his larger counterpart. When Ben first arrived 6 months ago, Carxin was what Ben would’ve described as a twink. Very skinny, his smooth, bronzed body almost looking malnourished. He was very funny, always cracking jokes with Ben as they prepared breakfast for the rest of the men. He noted in his journal that it seemed that if you weren’t one of the fat, you had to compensate socially somehow. For Carxin, it was his wit that granted him what he got. After Ben’s third week there, during one of the village’s ceremonies, Carxin got chosen by the Village Fattest to move from being a cartaker to being one of the obese. Since then, his lithe body has been ballooning out in an uncontrolled manner.

Sleeping on his side, his uncovered plump ass exposed, Ben takes in the sight of his younger friend's recently fattened body. Inches and inches of lard have covered his exposed body, from his twiggy arms puffing into doughy, sausage like appendages to the basketball and a half sized belly that has accumulated on his stomach. His lovehandles, fresh with stretch marks, jiggle ever so slightly as he breaths heavily. His ass, which Ben had been used to seeing back in its flat days when Carxin’s loincloth inevitably slipped down, has expanded into two large globes that stick on the chubby man’s backside. Even while asleep, it is easy for Ben to see the changes from Carxin’s once sharp jawline to a double chin and full cheeks that he eagerly fills with food. Upon first arrival, Carxin was no temptation but now it takes everything within Ben to resist poking and prodding the plump man in the bed.

On the other side of the hut lays Garnt, fully exposed as well. He snores softly, sending waves of jiggles down his double chin, to his pale moobs, and finally stopping at his ocean of a belly scattered with hair. Ben took Garnt’s weight upon first arrival, 452lbs, but he is sure that that number has slowly crept up by looking at how much the man’s moobs push against his large belly. Above his thighs, pushing at each other as if they’re fighting, is his morning wood. At least, what can be seen of it. While Ben is sure Garnt once had a sizely member, now all that can be seen is the erect tip of the head that pokes out through all the surrounding, bulging pubic fat.

Ben shakes Garnt’s hefty shoulder gently, it is soft to the touch and very warm. “Good morning, fat one.” Ben says in the village’s native language. “I brought you your morning feast.”

Garnt’s eyes flutter open, growing eager at the sight of food. His face is quite handsome, he once had a very square jaw that his short beard would have complimented well. Now it does little to hide his gluttonous ways. “Thank you, American. Always nice to have a big breakfast on such a big day.” Ben helps heave Garnt to a sitting position while he shoves his face in the large bowl and starts to scarf down his breakfast piggisihly.

Ben wakes up Carxin with a gentle shaking of his lovehandle, right where the skin has been stretched taut with new blubber. “Good morning, growing one. It looks like all the eating from this past week has rewarded you with a few new marks on your chubby sides.”

“Thank you, skinny American.” Carix replies sleepily. “Maybe if you stick around long enough the Village Fattest will appoint you as one of us. Until then, you may keep wishing you had these.” He says with a jiggle to his flabby sides. Ben laughs, and gives the fattened man his breakfast with a light pat on his belly.

Ben heads back to the food to continue serving food to the rest of the fat villagers as they wake up. At the station, he runs into one of his closest friends, Kam, a favorite of Garnt.

“Hey Kam, I think Garnt will need to be pleasured this morning. He seemed pretty fertile.” Ben tells his friend, still not over the handsome man’s beauty. While he is one of the in shape villagers, Ben can’t help but to gawk a bit at the man’s rugged demeanor. Heavily muscled from

head to toe, the tall man sports a shaggy haircut parted down the middle, piercings in his nose and eyebrows, and a tight loincloth that hugs his thickened glutes a little too much to be completely comfortable. Ben thought that Kam’s long and girthy dick was a third leg the first day he arrived, but has since learned better. It is a shame that the Adonis of a man hates his body, and spends his days envious of the fattened men he feeds.

Kam smiles at the thought of pleasuringGarnt. “It would be my pleasure. I only hope that his busted load provides me with the nourishment to grow as big as him”. His dick grows visible in his loincloth.

Ben notices, and is turned on by the thought himself. “Well,” he says. “There is a ceremony tonight. You have the strongest presence amongst those of us who remain athletic. Who is to say you will not be chosen tonight?”

“It is but a dream, American.” Kam responds with a flex of his large biceps and washboard abs. He appears to be in his late 20s but is by no means past his prime as there is not an ounce of excess fat on his body. “They need my naturally strong body to pleasure the villagers and take care of the livestock. If I were to grow helplessly obese, then who would have the stamina for such activities?”

Ben looks around at the dozens of athletic men, all of who are fit enough to take care of the village. “I’m sure the village would find a way.” Ben says with a playful wink and a rubbing of the rugged man’s intimidating abs, right along his sharp V line.

Kam fixes another monstrous bowl of breakfast food and trots over the Garnt’s hut. Garnt, laying against the wall after just having finished his first breakfast looks at Kam hungrily, his round eyes begging for pleasure. Kam looks down and sees what’s left of Garnt’s dick is leaking precum, throbbing in the blubber at the sight of such a man as him. Kam sets the bowl of food on the fat man’s belly and climbs onto the bed, his mouth suctioning to Gart’s dick like it was made to fit there. The large man iss slippery in the morning’s humidity, and he smells sweet like the syrups used so commonly in his diet. Kam reaches up to play with a massive, blubbery moob but instead grabs a much smaller one by accident. Carxin had waddled himself onto the straw bedding, bloated belly leading the way, and sat love handle to love handle with Garnt. Kam looks up and smiles, happy to see the display of over indulgence in front of him. He reaches for Carxin’s dick, still upsettingly free from how much lard there will be, and he begins stroking. The two fattened men moan in pleasure, reaching over and grabbing at each other’s fat while Kam pleasures them from below. Their moans and the slapping of blubber can be heard by other villagers passing by, but these are common sounds to observe from the villagers, as Ben had noted the first week. He had decided it would be unethical for him to participate in such relations, but the temptation had not been easy to withstand.

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A month after the ceremony that chose Carxin as the next villager to be fattened, it was late, moonless night and only Ben and Carxin remained sitting at the fire. The whole village had a

large feast that night, as they do more often than not, and many of the large men had to be carried off by those who could help them with their heft.

Before leaving, Kam had looked at Ben while getting ready to lift the fattest man Ben had ever seen. “I trust that you will be able to handle Carxin’s slight weight?” Kam asked Ben.

“Who are you calling slight weighted?!” Spat Carxin, laying against a log, his bloated beginner belly stretched taught in the air. “I will sit on you if you are not careful.”

Ben chuckled. “Now, now” He warned. “There will be plenty of sitting for you to do without having to threaten anyone.” He nodded at Kam, whose arms were sinking into the doughy back rolls of the large man he was helping move. The impossibly large man moaned, clearly having eaten a bit too much that night. Kam nodded back, sending his long, messy hair into his eyes as they carried the Village Fattest off.

Ben looked at Carxin, the fire light dancing on the man’s plumping skin. He had only gained maybe 20-25lbs by this point, but it was enough to add a softness to the extwink. Ben had never thought Carxin would grow so quickly, he never really ate much back in the day. But since the ceremony Carxin has had an insatiable appetite that could only be satisfied when he is painfully full. “You know, you are going to be the Village Fattest one day.” Ben said, poking Carxin’s smaller belly at its most bloated point.

Carxin looked off in the distance. “Yeah right, and you’ll be the king of Egypt. We all have things we want but will never get.”

“I don’t see why you couldn’t become the biggest of your people.” Ben said, an erection growing out from under the loose loincloth fabric.

“You are the best of all the ones who feed me, I could only grow so big if you were to stay here.” Carxin said, almost pleading. Despite the pain in his belly he reached for Ben’s erection, his own growing as well.

Ben, not doing anything to stop the advance. Leaned in as his face grew near the fatter one in front of him. Somewhere in the distance, a twig snapped and brought Ben back to reality. He pulled away and crossed his legs. “You know… I am only here for 4 more months. Then I must return. I am sorry.”

Carxin looked at Ben with a fire in his eyes. “I will make myself fat enough to impress you.” He said with determination, reaching for a loaf of bread that remained on a platter close to the men. Covering it in butter, he forced more food into himself, his midsection sticking out even farther.

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Ben peeks through the cracks in Garnt’s wooden door and sees Garnt positioned on all fours, his belly scraping the ground, as Kam shoves his dick inside Garnt’s gaping ass. While he bends over to hug the large man’s blubber, Ben catches Carxin in a similar position to Grant on the other side of the room, only his face is down in what seems to be a third bowl of food. His belly is stretched past what Ben had thought humanly possible, and Ben can hear the chubby man breathing like a wild animal, his chest fat flapping against the bowl in front of him. It seems that he is still motivated to be the fattest, after all.

After relieving his built up tension in the outhouse, busting a load that he thought would never end, Ben heads to the fields to harvest today. For a ceremony such as tonight, there will need to be a great abundance that must be prepared. Ben works, preparing starchy produce, concocting oils, and preserving the heavy dairy fats that will be indulged in for the day at the outskirts of the village with the rest of the athletic men. Throughout the day the men take shifts to go back and man the large fire that several people must always be cooking at. The village requires an incredible amount of food just to maintain their size, let alone pile on the pounds. By sundown Ben is exhausted, although there is much feeding to be done tonight.

Ben gets to work with the other men, creating several large spits on top for roasting the fattest of livestock. By the time the sun is setting the fattened villagers waddle by the masses out of their huts in nothing but their shrinking loin cloths. The sight looks to be a great migration, hundreds of lumbering men waddling slowly to the village center, led by their engorged bellies from a day of plentiful eating. Large rear ends and thighs jiggling with every heavy step, full arms carrying cushions for sitting, dishes for food, or snacks for eating in sausage like fingers. As the aromas of food prepared for the night hit the men’s noses, many of them moan in pleasure, letting their servants know that they are ready to feast. The men plop down by the masses on their cushions or sitting on or against large logs thoughtfully laid out.

Several of the athletic men pick up their instruments and start playing an upbeat tune, something that seems celebratory. It is not too often that the village has such a ceremony. Only a few times a year does the Village Fattest determine that someone new should be prepped for fattening. As the music picks up, 10 in shape men make their way into the village center carrying someone in a large cloth. Even with such a large number of men helping carry the Village Fattest they are clearly struggling to keep his weight off the ground. Their lithe bodies struggle to carry someone so massive, so inhumanly obese, their muscles straining to keep his mass only a foot or two off the ground. They place the huge man in front of the largest fire, his numerous rolls taking seconds to stop jiggling with the movement.

The Village Fattest has been too heavy to walk in several years. His monstrous thighs, bigger than the largest tree trunks, have grown weak and the villagers must tend to his every need. His expansive belly, inky as is the rest of his skin, spreads out wide, and pushes forwards with a seductive, succulent roundness. The man’s head, nearly basketball shaped in size, has expanded outwards in all directions with rolls of blubber. He might’ve been a handsome man once, with kind eyes and short cropped hair, but any conventional attractiveness has long been lost to a double and triple chin, neck rolls, and heavy jowls.

The Village Fattest’s eyes hungrily scan the array of food. With the fattest finger any of the men have seen, he points at a very plump pig roasting on a spit. “I am ready. Let the feasting begin.” He declares, loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. With that, the hundreds of fattened men begin to moan loudly, and sounds of slapping blubber fills the air. The large men shake, jiggle, and slap their huge bodies seductively, hoping to draw the attention of the athletic men handing out the food. Ben had noted this ritual as fascinating during his first ceremony, where the fattened men become so desperate for food that they start seduction rituals in order to hopefully be served food first.

Ben starts to load plate after plate with the local dishes. Pies filled with butter, sugar, and fruits, potatoes and corn drowned in cream and butter, vegetables swimming in cream and oil. All calorie dense foods that will soon accumulate as more fat on the greedy villagers bodies. Ben usually starts by serving the fatter of the men so he takes a large plate to Garnt, whose bottom heavy, hairy ass is displayed in the air as he wobbles it around ready to be bred.

“Remarkable display.” Ben says to the blubbery man, giving his rotund ass a good shake. “You win my first plate of the night.”

Garnt rolls over and attempts to sit up, but holds out his wide arms for help from Ben. “Thank you, American. You always have had very good taste, and are such a good cook. It is a shame to see you leave tomorrow.”

“Ah, well, it is the last plane to leave for a while so I must go. I hope to return and see you all again as soon as I may.”

“Yes, yes.” Garnt says, lifting his face from the copious amount of food. “Go see your fancy colleagues, American. And when you return you can appreciate how much the village will have grown.” He breathes heavily and goes back to his eating.

Back at the serving station, Ben notices that Kam’s washboard abs are bloated out. The rugged man’s face is painted with worry.

“What’s on your mind, strong man?” Ben asks.

Kam looks at the Village Fattest who stares him down as he tears into a pig thigh big enough to feed a family. “It’s the Village Fattest. He won’t stop staring at me. I bring him more and more food yet he adds this stress to me.”

“Well maybe he’s looking at your midsection.” Ben says, poking Kam’s distended middle. His loincloth has become uncomfortably tight. “From my understanding it is not customary for us to fast on nights such as tonight.”

“I do not know what has come over me,” Kam says, his deep voice not breaking. “Tonight I cannot help but to sneak off and fill myself with the delicacies we have prepared. I have never had such strong urges to fill my body with such fattening foods.”

“Perhaps it is an omen of things to come.”

Kam laughs, not buying what Ben is getting at. “Or perhaps I will be banished to fend for myself for the disrespect I have shown.” He takes the platter he has filled over to the Village Fattest and starts to feed the man, playing with his large nipples as he indulges in the obscene amount of food.

The sun fully sets and Ben spends hours taking food to men from fattest to smallest, each of the men having grown hungrier than the last. The music dies down to a more serious tempo and the Village Fattest claps his hand and swallows the last bit of fruit pie he’d been chewing. “It is time,” he says, “to declare which of our servants will become one of us today!”

A hush falls over the crowd of lounging blubbery men as the several dozen athletic men gather around the tables of food. Ben and Kam find themselves somewhere in the middle, and it is obvious to Ben that Kam had not stopped his secretive gluttony from earlier. His loincloth is tied at its very ends and still does not come close to covering all of his muscled flesh. The tall man stifles a burp and absentmindedly rubs his bloated stomach.

The drums play an intense beat, and the Village Fattest clears his throat. “First, we must honor our American friend who has been greatly generous to show the world our ways and help us with our missions. Ben, please make your way forward.”

The athletic servants clear way for Ben as he sheepishly approaches the Village Fattest. The sheer size of the man is intimidating enough, it certainly doesn’t help that he sweats sex appeal. Ben tries not to stare in lust.

“For Ben,” The large man says, holding out a hay and dried flower braided necklace, nearly identical to the one placed around the neck of the new fattening villager during ceremonies. “We give you our gratitude by bestowing you this necklace. May you show the rest of the world what life could be like.” Ben takes the necklace with a thank you and stands off to the side.

“Now, for the matter at hand,” The Village Fattest continues. “The one who will become our next fat one has shown great dedication to our village over his years of servitude. He has never faltered in his service, and tonight has shown a great aptitude for gluttony. Kam, will you please come forth and accept this honor.”

Kam’s eyes light up in shock. He saunters to the front and kneels as the Village Fattest places the necklace around his neck before taking a seat on a cushion next to the impossibly large man.

“Now, servants, please pleasure my men.” The Village Fattest says, and the crowd erupts into the ritualistic moaning and seducing from earlier. They seek each other out, playing with each other’s blubber as they wait for someone much more in shape to handle their tensions. Looking at the crowd, Ben spots Carxin not too far off looking at him, almost too full to move. ‘My god, he’s fatter every time I see that engorged body of his’ Ben thinks to himself. Ben waves at Carxin, and gestures at the large man in front of him. They both know that Ben will be one of the few athletic men to stay back and pleasure the newly chosen.

Ben fills a platter with what is left of the fattening food and with the help of several others starts to feed Kam. Wearing the necklace from earlier, Kam eats hungrily as if he hadn’t been stuffing himself all night. Ben watches the muscular man’s torso bloat out, impossibly round, as Kam eats as if he hasn’t seen food in weeks. By the time the last of the food is wiped out, Kam is laying on his back breathing heavily.

He looks up at Ben. “I think I will need to sleep here. There is no way I will be able to stand.”

“Nonsense.” Ben asserts with a smirk. “We will carry you back to my hut where you will stay with me tonight. A chosen one should not sleep on the ground.”

The Village Fattest has fallen asleep, so Ben and the others carry the large men to his exquisite private hut. The rest of the servants retire to their overcrowded quarters, but Ben and another servant stay back to carry Kam back to Ben’s hut. There they lay him on Ben’s mat and Ben takes the floor. Kam immediately takes off his loincloth and falls asleep rubbing his midsection that is bloated near to bursting.

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When the morning birds wake up Ben, Kam is already standing and ready to go. His bloat from last night has gone down for the most part, but he seems eager to get it back and outgrow his cloth again.“I figured I could still help with breakfast.” Kam says.

“Do not be silly. You must get back in bed, you know your days of helping are over. It is time for your strong muscles to be replaced with so much fat that you become weak and helpless. I will do my morning routine, fetch water, prepare breakfast, feed you, and then I must be on my way. My plane leaves this afternoon.”

By the time Ben returns with the morning’s food, Kam is naked and asleep again. He wakes up the broad man and Kam eats without abandon, licking the plate clean. “I will go get you more.” Ben says.

Ben returns twice more with an amount of food he thought only the fattest villagers could handle. When Kam is finished he is more bloated than the night before, somehow. ‘The man must already be putting on weight to look bigger than last night’ Ben thinks while packing his things.

Before he goes, he grabs Kam’s necklace and places it around the man’s neck. “Congrats chosen one, I must go say goodbye to the others and then I’m off.”

“Wait,” Kam stops him. “What about lunch?” He asks, his eyes pleading.

“Do not worry, the servants know to bring you lunch in about an hour. You will not starve here, and I cannot wait to see how enormous you grow, chosen one.” And with that Ben makes his rounds to say goodbye to all the wonderful villagers he’s met. While they do not have electricity, he leaves them with a few solar panels and mobile devices so they may keep in contact and plan future visits.

Fully clothed for the first time in months, Ben makes the trek to the nearest plane takeoff site where he’s taken back to his American town. On his plane ride home he puts on the necklace he was given and sends a selfie to his colleagues so they know he’s on route. He reaches into his bag for a snack and is, for some reason, disappointed by how little he has packed.

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6 weeks pass as the American professor acclimates back to his life in the states. He’s had time to analyze his findings about the Penguis Tribe and create a presentation to show the university. Usually during his work time like this, Ben would rarely remember to eat and would regularly work out. You could always tell when Professor Ben Russo had been working hard when his face became a little gaunt and his pants became a little too loose.

That, for some reason, was not the case this time around. Ever since the plane ride back to the US, Ben had found himself insatiably hungry. And not hungry for his usual diet of natural, mostly unprocessed foods, but lately he’s had a thing for burgers, fries, nuggets, pizzas, donuts, cookies, and cakes. Ben has shamefully been closing his office door while working to hide the ridiculous amount of fast food he’s been having delivered. Stuffing bite after bite as he feels his stomach grow tight and heavy. Only by the time he’s uncomfortably full for the day does he wrap things up and head to his apartment. Despite the fullness, Ben, for some reason, can’t help but think about dessert on his way home. He can’t finish the night without stopping by the local bakeries and cafe to grab a whole cake, or a dozen of whatever looks good. Drooling on his way home, he always strips his bloated body of any clothes and stuffs as much of the delicious food as humanly possible into his stomach before passing out. The past week or two, with his inevitable growing pudge, Ben can’t help but be unbelievably turned on by his growing body. When he’s at his fullest, he slaps the small collection of pudge around his belly and jerks his dick off into the softness, moaning in fullness, pain, and pleasure from his expanding body.

Parking his car before his presentation, Ben sucks the grease off his greedy fingers and looks at the pile of fast food trash collecting on his passenger seat. Embarrassed by his lack of self control before this important evening, he exits his car and catches his reflection in the windowsill. ‘Fuck, why didn’t I get a bigger shirt?’ He thinks, sucking in his bloated belly hoping the straining buttons around his midsection will find relief. He can’t suck in his blubber long, and

soon the buttons are pulling apart again, exposing bits of his fleshy torso. The 30 or so pounds Ben has packed onto his once lithe frame are not treating him well today.

Outside the auditorium, his department has set up tables with refreshments and brochures, manned by a few of the graduate students who have helped Professor Russo with documenting his research.

Looking at the display of his once fit professor now literally outgrowing his old clothes, Xavier can’t help but give a boyish smirk. “Hey Professor Russo, we set out a platter of cookies just for you. I know you like to snack while you work,” he says, poking the pudgy man’s love handle. Xavier instinctively sucks in his beginner belly, hoping the professor doesn’t notice his own recent gains. While in shape for his whole life, the last year in graduate school has taken a noticeable toll on the young man’s expanding waist.

Patting his pudge, Ben laughs. “Thanks Xavier, tonight wouldn’t be happening if it hadn’t been for all the work you’ve helped with the past few weeks. Thank you for the cookies, I’ll see you in there!” He says, picking up the platter of 25 or so hefty confectionaries and heading inside.

‘Pace yourself Russo,’ Ben thinks, stuffing a cookie into his mouth despite still being overly full from his recent McDonald’s binge. ‘You’re already jiggling with every step, you can’t go bursting buttons around your colleagues.’ He heads backstage to speak with a few of the other professors before the lights flicker and they go to find their seats.

Ben eyes the platter of cookies, eager to eat every one of them. ‘Maybe I can get away with eating them during my presentation if I play a bit about acclimating into the Penguis Tribe. It’s obvious that I’ve become a little… chubby. I don’t feel this would be too far of a stretch.’

At his cue, Ben saunters on stage holding the platter of cookies, looking out into the full auditorium. He makes his jokes about acclimating to the tribe and the audience receives them well, but there are a few judgemental stares as Ben eats cookie after cookie while giving his presentation. For about an hour, the audience sits and watches as this chubby man’s pants and shirt buttons strain more and more to accommodate his bloating figure. By the end of the show, Ben can feel that he shouldn’t walk around the stage anymore or something is bound to bust open. He ends his presentation and the audience claps. Ben grabs the last cookie and lets out a sigh of relief, sending the button around the tightest part of his midsection flying behind the podium. His soft blubber spills from the opening as he gobbles down the last cookie, waiting for his colleagues to come congratulate him.

Despite a few stares and some lighthearted jokes, most everyone is very proud with the work that Russo had done. With the conversations dying down and everyone taking their leave, professor and anthropologist Patrick Faez sticks behind.

“Hey, buddy.” Faez greets Ben. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you at the gym!” He says with a wide-eyed stare at Ben’s busted shirt.

Ben, embarrassed by his display of gluttony, blushes. Patrick Faez was always the more muscular of the two of them, and that hasn’t changed since his trip to the tribe. In his skin tight tshirt and well fitted jeans, the tall, dark, and handsome bearded man definitely holds a presence.

“Yeah,” Ben says, looking down at his middle.”I’ve been so busy with the tribal work, it hasn’t left much time for lifting.”

The other professor nods. “Well, you’re getting fat Ben. I’m worried about you and the way you scarfed down those cookies on stage. I’d expect this from a fatty, but not you.”

“Ah, well. Maybe we can hit up the gym soon. You know where my office is.” Ben says, ending the conversation. Having this hulking man comment on his embarrassing weight gain is making his pants even more tight than they needed to be.

Unbuttoning his pants in the car, Ben drives his pudgy self home ready to relieve the tension in his pants thinking about how humiliating his conversation with Patrick had been.

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A few weeks later Ben finds himself at his desk behind piles of books checking in on the Penguis tribe. He reaches out for another handful of fries from a greasy bag only to find it empty. He sighs, putting down his phone displaying a picture of a once lean Kam whose muscles have expanded out with a thick coat of blubber, especially around his soft midsection. Looking up, Ben finds his TA, Xavier, at the door holding several bags of fresh Burger King.

“Just in time with the delivery,” Ben says as Xavier forks over the ridiculous amount of food he brought in, saving only a single bag for himself. “I was just checking in on the Penguis Tribe, they’re doing quite well. Several of my favorite people have already been seeing definite growth.”

Xavier looks the professor up and down. While his new sweatpants and size XL tshirt cover his body better than his old clothes, his weight gain is apparent by the basketball sized belly, thick legs, and double chin starting to form. “They’re not the only ones who’ve experienced growth lately. Their diet really rubbed off on you, huh?”

“I suppose it has,” Ben says, pulling out the first of several whoppers. “But watch your comments. You had abs when you arrived a year ago and now you’re eating Burger King with me.”

Xavier slumps forward, hoping to hide any of his small belly that the professor could see. While he has put on a few pounds, he is still one of the best looking mid 20 year olds in the

department. While average in height, his bronzen skin and stylishly tight curls pair well with the rest of his angular, albeit softening, features.

Xavier nervously laughs, trying to hide his embarrassment. Looking to change the subject, he grabs the necklace from the Penguis tribe displayed on his professor’s desk and starts to put it around the fattening man in front of him. “Hey, you’re the one acting like one of the tribe members lately!”

Ben playfully grabs the necklace from Xavier and places it around the younger man’s neck. “If anyone deserves this, it’s you.”

Xavier looks down at the necklace and then back at his Burger King food. “Yeah you might be onto something. I’m not sure my single order from Burger King is going to cut it this time.”

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A few hours later Xavier leans back in his chair, he lets out a deep burp and rubs his distended belly while looking at the display of gluttony him and his professor just went through. The room is littered with garbage from Burger King as well as Pizza Hut and then Wendy’s that they had delivered shortly after.

Ben, shirt pulled up over his bloated belly, rubs his hairy gut absentmindedly. “I know we were supposed to go over next week’s lectures, but I take it that you got the gist from the textbook?”

“Yes sir.” Xavier says, stifling another burp. “We should be good to go.” He unbuttons his pants, unashamed by his gluttonous display as he is still the smaller of the two men.

Someone knocks at the door, and then lets themself in. Xavier immediately sits upright, not sure what to do. “Professor Faez,” he greets. “I didn’t realize you had a meeting with Professor Russo. I was just about to head out anyway.” Xavier stands up with a struggle, trying to hide the happy trail covered flab poking out of his shirt while making his bloated exit.

Patrick Faez in his most form fitting workout clothes looks around the room at all the garbage before his eyes land on Ben. “What the fuck happened here?” He says, hIs angular jaw almost hitting the floor in shock.

“Ah, just need to clean up a bit. Nothing to worry about.” Ben says with an air of indifference that catches Faez by surprise.

“I come over here to see if you want to hit up the gym but instead I find you even heavier than you were a few weeks ago, stuffing yourself stupid on junk food with one of your TAs? What’s been happening to you?” Faez feels a hardness in his crotch and closes the door. He’s always

been attracted to muscular men such as himself, so why is he feeling this way towards his lazy, flabby coworker?

Ben notices Faez’s large dick growing. He jiggles his taught belly, sending waves all over his torso, up the mounds of hairy fat on his chest and to his budding double chin and even shaking his glasses a bit. “Well, I guess the Penguis Tribe’s ways have rubbed off on me a bit. I have been getting a little plump, haven’t I?” Ben takes off his shirt and takes a seat on his desk, right in front of Faez. He leans back, his chubbed up body on full display for the towering muscular man in front of him.

Faez plays with Ben’s fatter nipple, jiggles his love handles a bit, and looks back at the man’s ass spreading across the desk in his sweats. “You definitely have grown into a fat fuck lately. Look at you, you’re like a pig, sitting around stuffing your face all day.” He jiggle’s the man’s belly and pulls down his shorts, not wearing any underwear. His massive dick throbs with pre cum as Ben reaches out to stroke it. Feaz grabs Ben’s chubby face and kisses him, his dick pulsing into Ben’s quivering belly lard. “You’re such a fat fucking pig.”

“I know. I can’t help but eat everything in sight.” Ben says, moaning. He stands up to take off his pants, showing Faez the orbs of blubber that his ass is becoming. He shakes his ass seductively, and Faez enters the man’s lardy ass, pulsing and sending his whole body jiggling. Within a few minutes Ben’s hole is dripping with cum.

“I don’t know what came over me.” Faez says, his thick, medium length hair covering his face. “You’ve just become such a fat fuck. I’ll clean your office of the garbage, but then I really have to get going.”

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At the end of the semester, Xavier breathes heavily as he makes his way down the hall carrying a sizable delivery for him and his professor despite classes being over and their business together being completed. Closing the door behind him, his pudgy fingers set a box containing a large sheet cake meant to feed a party of 50 people on the professor’s cluttered desk.

“I thought the end of the semester was cause for a celebration,” the chubby young man says, pulling his Xl shirt down to cover his ever expanding flab. Ben, eying the cake, does not bother to pull his XL shirt down over his much larger, much more uncovered belly. In the almost 6 months since Ben has come back from his trip his weight has shot up to easily over 300lbs, not that he keeps track.

Why strain himself trying to see those numbers past his fattened belly when he feels the lard piling on every day, feeling his fatness grow on every inch of his soft, fuzzy body. He feels his fat, sensitive nipples jiggling and swaying as he hefts himself up the stairs to his apartment. He feels his waistbands growing tighter every morning, worrying how much longer the button on his fattest pants will last. He feels his round ass giving him a better cushion as he sits and gorges himself day in and day out. He feels his double chin providing more resistance when he looks down, blocking the view of his feet even more. He feels his moobs pushing out against his once

thin arms, making his flabby appendages stick out. He feels his back rolls growing as he turns to the side to reach for another bag of greasy fried food.

He feels his skin tight shirt riding up over his deep belly button as Xavier opens the lid to the cake box, drool dripping from his plump lips and down onto his stubbly jowls. “What’s the occasion?” Ben asks.

“I just thought we deserved a treat for getting through the semester.” Xavier answers, his eyes not leaving the chocolate frosting of fattening cake in front of the men. He reaches out with his meaty hand and takes a chunk of cake, stuffing it into his rounded face and moaning with pleasure. He takes a seat on his overly chunky ass and gorges himself on the rich cake, not caring about how messy he’s being.

Ben follows suit, leaning forward and grabbing cake with both hands, double fisting calories into his greedy mouth. The boys hear a knock at the door, but pay it no mind. Professor Faez saunters in, his muscles bulging out of his tight tank top and short shorts more than they did at the beginning of the semester. He brings bags of greasy foods and a very pale, very skinny younger man with fiery hair and a strong jaw with him into the room.

“I thought I’d find you two pigs in here.” He says to the fattened men, a horny smirk not leaving his face. “I brought my TA Colton with me to help us today. He’s been watching you grow all semester Xavier and wanted to see if he could.,. Lend a hand.” The pasty twink sticks his hand out to Xavier, but Xavier doesn’t take his focus off the cake.

Xavier feels the thick cake filling up his stomach, but doesn’t slow down his eating. The food tastes too good to him, and he doesn’t care if his fat rolls are thickening. He doesn’t think about how big or round his body is becoming outside of when he wakes up in the morning and hopes the elastic on his shorts isn’t too tight that day, but it’s always tighter than the day before. He knows that his wobbly belly jiggles and that his disproportionately fat ass bounces when he walks. He feels the extra weight weighing him down when he’s out of breath after a single flight of stairs, or when he tries to jog briefly to catch up to a friend and feels every inch bouncing, but he doesn’t care. All that’s on his mind is his next meal, and who is going to pleasure him at the end of it.

“Don’t worry.” Faez tells Colton. “They’re hard to talk to when they get around food.” He sets down everything he was carrying and walks over to Ben. He takes his own shirt off and then Ben’s skin tight shirt, having trouble getting the sleeves off around his fat arms. Faez straddles the fat man’s lap and reaches back, grabbing a glob of cake and shoving it into Ben’s mouth while playing with the large man’s dick through his sweatpants. He looks back at Colton. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“ Yes sir!” Colton replies, taking off his own shirt and revealing his slender frame. He takes a chunk of cake and carefully puts it near Xavier’s mouth, not getting his hand close enough to get any fingers bitten off. Xavier digs into Colton’s cake and looks up at the guy, his eyes full of lust.

Colton takes the chubby man’s shirt off and gives his ample love handle a jiggle, salivating at the sight of stretch marks forming on the plump man’s growing body. Reaching for more cake, his eyes catch sight of the Penguis Tribe’s necklace on Ben’s desk.

“Let’s really make you feel like you’re with the Penguis Tribe,” Colton says, grabbing the braided floral necklace and placing it around his own neck.

While jiggling Ben’s hefty lard, Professor Faez hears more eating than he should behind him. He turns around and sees Colton at a box of fried chicken he brought, stuffing the chicken into his mouth as fast as he can with a look of ecstasy on his face while his torso starts to bloat, clearly approaching its small capacity already.

“What are you doing?” Faez asks in disbelief. “The food is for the fat ones, you’re here to help them out, not steal their calories!”

“I don’t know what happened! I put on this necklace and now I can’t stop eating. It feels so good!” Colton moans in between bites, grease dripping down his face. While he notices the pain in his stomach from half a bucket of fried chicken, he feels compelled to keep eating, and is already thinking about the mac n cheese they brought.

Faez looks at the necklace around Colton’s neck. He thinks back to the day he found Xavier in Ben’s office gorging himself for the first time, how he took off the necklace before rushing out of the room. He thinks back to the selfie of Ben, back when he was slender at the end of his trip, where he wore the necklace. Faez smirks to himself.

“Things are about to get a lot more fun around here,” He says to the trio of men stuffing themselves.

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A few days later Faez approaches the cute undergrad student with the perky ass who works the welcome desk. “Hey there!” He greets, flashing a dapper smile. “I’m trying to get pictures of students wearing our tribal necklace for a club thing and I think you’d be a perfect model.”

“Uhh, sure!” The guy responds, almost drooling over the handsome muscled man in front of him.

Faez hands the necklace over to the student. “Perfect.” He says, not reaching for a camera to take a picture. The student puts the necklace around his neck and his eyes shift back and forth.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I think there’s something I need to grab in the break room,” He tells Faez and trots to the back. Despite it being 9am he returns with a modest lunch kit and a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

‘Oh, this’ll be easy,’ Feaz thinks to himself, watching the guy tear into his PB&J. —-------------------------------------

The next day, a handsome librarian. The day after a dining hall worker. The next day a custodian who Faez is sure he’s seen around his gym quite frequently.

WIthin a few months Faez has to start recruiting men to help take care of the immense amount of food that’s becoming required of the campus. Many are reluctant at first, but upon being around some of the larger bodies that are forming something inside of them, or perhaps an external force, makes them want to be of service.

A competition is held giving 10 winners of a “selfie with the necklace” raffle a tuition waiver for the next semester. Not one picture ends up being submitted despite the students flooding into Faez’s office for a chance to enter.

The muscular professor plans a trip for some of the Penguis Tribe to visit their campus, and offers an invitation for them to stay for as long as they’d like.

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A year passes since the day Colton tried on the necklace.

Outside, at the breezy campus quad, hundreds and hundreds of plump men sit around on benches, in the grass, on the steps of lecture halls, eating what most would consider impossible amounts of food for a human. Around the statue at the center are a collection of food trucks, food stands, and a collection of tables and serving stations where a few athletic students and faculty wearing only jock straps plate huge amounts of food before bringing them to one of the lounging bloated men.

At the center statue, where the largest men gather, Faez, his ripped, hairy body mostly exposed, especially his prominent bubble butt, puts a hand on Colton’s soft and supple pale shoulder. “We have guests arriving today.” He tells the fattened TA as the once trim grad student scarfs down a bowl full of plain butter and sugar. Faez gives the young man’s soft, freckled shoulder a shake and sends his massive body wobbling, a satisfied smile on his round face.

Ben looks up from the step he rests his obesely heavy body on. “Who all is coming?” he asks Faez between large, breathless bites of two burgers he’s double fisting, lounging against the steps that his fad molds into. The burgers look small compared to his huge, 500+lb body of hairy fat and rolls squeezed into a jock strap that can barely be seen from around his blubbery rolls of lard.

“The small plane could only hold two of your closer companions.” Faez tells the large man. “And apparently getting Carxin and Kam here was a feat of its own. They’ve grown quite a bit since you last saw them, fat man. They’ll be here soon.”

Xavier waddles over with a large plate of greased up food, his blubber quivering with each step. As he sits down right next to Ben, their overstuffed fat rolls push against each other. While it’s obvious that Xavier’s large and overly round belly, with its stretched out happy trail and puffy, hairy nipples, is larger than Colton’s, he remains about 80% the size of Ben, not having yet been able to catch up to his pale mountain of blubber professor.

Faez, in his muscled glory, straddles one fattened thigh of both of the behemoths in front of him and helps the big boys stuff food in their overly round and fattened faces, hardly recognizable from when he first saw them gorging together in the office so long ago. His toned hips gyrate against the men’s lard, sending their entire bodies jiggling in waves.

“Feed me more,” Xavier moans, his boyish eyes ready to indulge even more. “I need more!” Ben says, ketchup dribbling down his double chin. “Keep it coming Faez, I’m so hungry.”

Faez looks at the men, hungry for them to grow even more. He soaks in their massive bodies and feels how soft and pudgy their mounds of fat feel against his rock hard muscles. He jiggles a moob, grabs a love handle, humps a belly, bites a double chin. He knows how to keep his men satisfied while they feast.

Half an hour later, while the fattened men have begun to slow their pace, 3 new faces show up across the quad. One bronzen man, the fattest one out of all of the dozens and dozens here, lumbers with heavy steps as his massive thighs struggle to support his weight. His face, buried in fat, breathes heavy and wears a worn out expression, despite it looking like he hasn’t had to walk that far. The next man, a tall dark and handsome athletic type in a suit, supports the huge man next to him by helping him keep his massive weight from tumbling to the ground. His well fitted dress pants pitch a tent with an obvious wet mark at the tip. The third man, roughly the same size as Ben, although a completely smooth lard filled body with a head of shaggy hair that frames his rotund face, hungrily eyes the stations of food setup around the statue at the center of the quad. His more than chubby thighs rub together, and he has to lean back a bit to accommodate the weight of his massive jiggling belly.

The trio makes their way to the center, where the suited man immediately starts to serve up fast food for the large men. Faez looks at their obsenely obese bodies and gulps, sweat falling from his forehead. “Welcome Carxin, welcome Kam. It is a pleasure to have you two here!” He tells the two men, helping their out of shape selves find sitting spots on the steps next to the other fattest men.

The two men look at Ben, confused. Ben looks up from his plate and smiles wide, seeing his old friends. Immediately he translates for them and explains that their English is not the best. Faez nods his head and goes to the serving station, grabbing the tribal necklace along the way.

“I’ve got it from here.” He tells the athletic man who helped Carxin and Kam arrive. “Why don’t you put this on and relax a bit.” The man hesitantly puts on the necklace, not wanting to displease the beautiful professor in front of him. His eyes widen, and he immediately goes to a taco truck and starts to inhale whatever food he can get his now greedy fingers on. He won’t be stopping until he’s unreasonably stuffed.

Faez stacks plate after plate for the men while they catch up.

Carxin, now the fattest of everyone, looks Ben up and down. “You look very good, American. You have taken notes from our tribe and made yourself beautiful, although you will never outgrow me!” He pats his expansive belly.

Ben looks down at his own fattened body. “Thank you, I came back to the states and haven’t been able to control myself around food. But look at you! You said you would be the village fattest, and you certainly are the fattest of everyone here.”

“It was all he could talk about back at the tribe,” Kam says in between bites of hot dog. “While I tried to appreciate my muscled pecs turning into these large moobs, and all of my stretch marks where I used to have visible abs, Carxin could only talk about becoming fatter than all of the Americans. It is not fair, he had much of a head start. I have gone from lifting literal pigs back at the village to now requiring help to heft my huge body off the ground. All of this fat has greatly weakened my body. But Carxin, he will not be able to support his massive weight soon, it is not fair.”

Ben takes in Kam’s overly fattened body. The man who was once the strongest of his tribe is now covered in rolls and rolls of blubber, complete with raging stretch marks on his love handles and side moobs. He definitely blew up fast, and is increasingly out of shape.

As the afternoon progresses, Faez keeps his cohort of fattened men well fed while his assistants keep the rest of the large men of various sizes in the quad satisfied, both with food and pleasure. The men at the statue, definitely the fattest of everyone, eventually grow tired. Even the athletic man with the necklace, now unclothed from the top up, lays down, his overstuffed abdomen painful with each breath.

“You know what, American?” Carxin asks Ben, sleepily. “I do not think I shall leave. I am the fattest here, and I will be too heavy to walk before long. I do not wish to fly back somewhere where I will always be in competition.”

Ben stops rubbing his doughy belly with his sausage fingers and tries to sit up, forgetting that he lacks the abdominal strength for such activities on his own. He flops back down. “If that is what you desire, then we will make our own tribe here. You will have the responsibility of the Village Fattest, and the rest of us will try to take that title!” The men laugh, their bodies rippling.

The necklace has done its job.