Yer a Fatass, Larry

*This story follows the life of an up and coming feeder with wizard powers. Yer a Fatass, Larry takes place in the Harry Potter universe, but has a unique plotline with all original characters.*

Young Fletcher was just 10 years old when the people around him started to notice that there was something special about him. As far as anyone could tell, he was living a normal life for a boy his age. Single child, goes school down the street, takes care a hamster he loves more than anything, lives in a nice house, and has two loving fathers that have raised him well.

One Thursday afternoon one of Fletcher’s dads, Henry, was picking him up from school. Usually Henry was too busy working on his new ‘healthy ice cream’ business to pay much attention to Fletcher, but today was a one of the rare occasions where he had the extra time to ride down to the school and take Fletcher out. After all, he was leaving for a big business trip the next day.

As soon as Fletcher spotted Henry’s car, he ran to the car, curly hair blowing in the wind, and hopped in with bright eyes. “Daddy, daddy, what’re you doing here!?”

“I thought I’d come see my little genius! I’ll tell you what, we have some time before I take off tomorrow so let’s go somewhere. Anywhere you want, Fletch.” Henry told Fletcher, turning out of the parking lot.

“Hmm,” The boy said, really thinking about it. “Let’s go get ice cream!”

Henry let out a sigh. “You know daddy makes ice cream for a living. Why don’t you choose something we don’t get for free?”

“Dad, you make gross ice cream. It tastes like chalk and I want the real thing, can we pleaaaaaase go to the real ice cream parlor?” Fletcher asked, bottom lip quivering.

This was the same type of thing Fletcher always asked for. It was usually a battle with Fletcher doing anything healthy. Henry and his tall, hunky husband, Jason, were both real health fanatics who’d been trying for years to get Fletcher to drop the sugar and take up gymnastics since he was brought into this world. Henry thought about it. “You know daddy works real hard so that you and papa can have a nice life, now why don’t you think of somewhere else we can go that we’ll both enjoy?”

“I don’t care how hard you work or where you want to go!” Fletcher blurted out. “I just want some ice cream that doesn’t taste like garbage for once in my life!”

Henry was losing his patience. “You know what? How about we go home and you can think about what you just said.”

“NO,” Fletcher cried out. “I WANT REAL ICE CREAM AND I WANT IT NOW.” He crossed his arms and shut his wet green eyes, closing out the world. All he could think about was getting a nice, big sundae.

Henry took a moment, made a U-turn, and started heading towards the parlor. “Actually,” Henry started, sounding chipper as though he wasn’t just infuriated with his son’s immaturity. “Some real ice cream sounds pretty dang good right now.”

They went to the ice cream parlor and had themselves a great time. By the time they got home Henry was expecting Jason to have made dinner, but he pulled up the driveway to find him unloading a bunch of groceries out of their SUV.

“Hey honey, what’s this?” Henry asked, getting out of the car and grabbing a few bags.

“Just thought we’d try something different for dinner tonight,” Jason answered, giving his shorter husband a side hug and kiss on top of his head of thick blond hair.  “I got a weird craving for ice cream this afternoon. Thought I’d pick some up.”

Henry smiled. “That’s fantastic, looks like you got enough to fill up the entire freezer.”

They carried in the groceries and realized they had a problem inside. The freezer was full of Henry’s company’s complementary health ice cream, ground turkey, frozen vegetables, and other health foods. Henry and Jason looked at each other and decided to throw out the health food in favor of the ice cream- much to Fletcher’s delight. Soon they were all sitting at the dinner table enjoying a filling dinner of Neapolitan and buttered pecan. That night they went to bed a happy family, despite Henry’s departure in the morning.

The next morning Jason and Henry woke up early to take Henry to the airport. He’d be flying around Europe closing some important deals for his company for the next 6 months and he didn’t want to be late to his first meeting. Before rushing out the door, Jason and Henry grabbed a quick bowl of ice cream for an early breakfast before saying goodbye to Fletcher and driving out.

-

It didn’t strike the couple as odd that they were exclusively eating ice cream ever since the fiasco with Fletcher in the car. From then on it was just Jason and him at home for the next 6 months. It also never struck them as odd that Jason began giving into Fletcher’s demands a lot more than he usually did. Jason was the more slack dad, despite being the taller, broader, and slightly more muscular man. His beefy exterior didn’t necessarily match his good cop attitude, but neither did Henry’s leaner, shorter, hairier body match his bad cop outlook. Either way, the two dads were usually easy going yet fair, but that went out the window the day Fletcher got ice cream. From then on Jason constantly gave into his demands and Henry would be overly generous while away, often sending Fletcher expensive gifts. Not to mention- they continued to exclusively eat ice cream. This change, while fun for Fletcher to have as much ice cream as he wanted around, was taking a toll on the bodies of his fathers. Neither of them noticed until 6 months later, the day Henry flew home.

Usually Jason would’ve happily picked up Henry, but Jason had Henry take a taxi and told him that he wasn’t feeling well enough to leave the house- the same excuse he had been giving to his friends since he outgrew his clothes. He’d been ordering his groceries online and having Fletcher walk to school, avoiding the outside world and giving up on the gym.

Formerly Jason had been a tall, dark, and handsome type complete with his 200lbs of muscle on his nearly hairless frame and standing at 6’4. Since the beginning of ice cream, many changes had happened. When Henry walked in the front door, Jason was wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts that hadn’t fit in several months and his touch of grey hair was unkempt. The shorts were too tight to zip up and he couldn’t get them past his expansive bubble butt with underwear on, so the large untrimmed fold of fat he’d developed on his V line was being pushed out by the pressure of the tight pants on either side and on top by the weight of his bulging belly that used to host his abs. His dense pecs still had some muscle weight to them, but the fat he’d gained had pushed out his smooth chest and puffed up his now pointed nipples. His arms had always been big, but now were big and fat, looking more like sausages than ripped biceps/triceps. On his square jaw he had the beginnings of a squishy double chin and his cheeks held more weight to them, starting to look like jowls. His thick thighs were killer, pushing against each other when he walked over to hug henry’s bigger body. Overall his body had lost a lot of muscle, but still gave off that beefy look.

6 months ago Henry had been lithe and fit. His blond haired body had topped the scale at 145lbs, which looked really good on his 5’10 frame. He was a fan of slim fit everything, always wanting to show off his hard work in the gym. Since going off though, he’d become a hefty shadow of what he once was. That day he wore a pair of grey sweatpants (which he was forced to buy in Italy) and a black tank top that didn’t quite cover the tip of his fuzzy belly. His blooming love handles pushed out at the stitching of the fabric and caused his overall form to look curvier. His weight gain wasn’t quite as drastic as Jason’s, but he still had managed to develop his fair share of rolls. His angular face had more heft to it. The slight mounds of fat on his chest made impressions on his shirt and his arms had lost all the tone he’d spent years building in the gym. His belly even pushed slightly at the top of his untied sweatpants and his ass filled them up nicely, which Jason surely noticed them peeking out the back at him.

While Henry was gone, Jason had managed to pack on over 60 lbs of pure fat, while Henry gained a decent 40. Despite their bodily changes, though, the couple barely muttered a word about it.

“Oh babe, what happened to you?” Jason asked, mouth agape, double chin apparent.

“What do you mean what happened to me, stud? What happened to YOU?” Henry exclaimed, grabbing hold of the crease between Jason’s belly and pubic fat and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Jason pulled back and stared into Henry’s pale eyes. “Guess I’ve been having trouble laying off the ice cream lately. Glad I’m not the only one,” he finished breathily, his hand creeping down Henry’s sweats and jiggling his soft ass. “Is it just me or is this kind of sexy?”

“It’s definitely something, stud. Let’s take this new weight out for a spin… I’ll grab the ice cream.” Henry said, trotting to the freezer and feeling his belly jiggle with each step. Soon the couple was reconnecting in the bedroom, their chemistry better than ever.

-

The couple laid on their naked backs, sweaty with the most effort either of them had exerted in months and out of breath, bloated bellies rising and falling rapidly with dribbles of ice cream on them.

“We got a weird letter in the mail last week about Fletch,” Jason told Henry in his deep voice. “Right on his 11th birthday. Something about a fancy private school, scholarship included, offered to ‘develop his potential as a wizard’. Whatever that means.”

“Well,” Henry said. “Whatever it is we should definitely look into it.”

-

That fall Fletcher started his first semester at that fancy private school. The place was called Ilvermorny and it was America’s top wizarding school for boys aged 11-18. It was there that Fletcher really toned his skills for his magic, which was quite impressive for a first generation wizard. He quickly learned that he had a knack for spells that influenced that way people thought, and specialized in that sort of magic (a somewhat popular specialty for Horned Serpents like him). He eventually figured out how to take the inconvenient spells he had accidentally cast on his friends/family before Ilvermorny, including the spell he’d cast on his dads years before. While the spell for eating ice cream had been dissolved, the two dads still couldn’t shake the addiction to fat and sugar they had developed while under Fletcher’s accidental magic.

After Fletcher’s graduation from Ilvermorny, he faced a decision. Does he return to the non-maj world with his family or stick in the magic world with his connections he’s made while at school? He chose the former, feeling like he didn’t really have much of a place in the wizard world. While he was decent at magic, he was not exceptional when surrounded by other wizards. In the non-maj world, the exceptional thing was a whole other story. His manipulative nature had him moving back home with his dads while he sorted his life out. By the time he turned 20, he’d managed to have an exciting gap year before become a successful personal trainer in his area, which was quite easy for someone with the life hacks magic has to offer and all the free health ice cream he could eat. After saving up for a year, he was finally confident he could easily afford his own place.

The moment he decided to tell his parents, they were actually in the room over fucking like wild pigs. Since going off to school, Fletcher’s dads had ballooned in size. Henry had settled around 380lbs, having to keep somewhat slim for his job, while Jason’s lazy stay at home ass was able to climb to over 450. At that moment Henry’s large, hairy belly rested on Jason’s obese back as they fucked doggy style. Every inch of Henry quivering and sweaty while he pulsed his big yet suffocating dick into Jason’s gigantic, dimpled ass. His flabby arms held Jason’s love handles, not letting the huge hog escape. Jason moaned loudly, Henry’s dick finally stimulating his deep g-spot. Jason’s belly slapped against his own hard dick, stuck between his fat pad, enormous cellulite covered thighs, and smooth belly, but you wouldn’t be able to see it buried under all of that fat. His thick arm fat jiggled with the rest of him, all of that fat bunched up around his front and back neck lard. His moobs had gone from hefty pecks to gigantic packs of fat with puffy and always hard nipples at the end. The couple was completely unrecognizable from what they once were, their families and friends having given up expressing their concern long ago. The only teasing they still got were from the higher ups at Henry’s company, coming from the irony of him growing along with the business he created.

That night at dinner Fletcher announced that he’s found an apartment and would be moving out that weekend while his dads sat at the table shirtless, piling fettuccini alfredo down their thick gullets. They all toasted and gave Henry congratulations, a handsome young man such as himself shouldn’t be living with his two old men, being forced to watch them stuff themselves silly all day every day.

--

Fletcher opened the door to the small but inexpensive studio apartment he now owned and took a good look at what would soon be gone. He closed the door, took out his wand, and began to put an Undetectable Extension charm on the place, along with a charm that would make non-maj oblivious to the fact that the apartment was now way bigger on the inside than physically possible and any other kind of magic that went on in there. Once finished he stepped in and viewed the now 3 bedroom space completed with sizable kitchen and decent living room. Moving all his stuff into a place this nice would be a breeze.

Once finished decorating in his vintage style, he took one last tour of the place to familiarize himself, stopping in the bathroom to give himself a good look over. Since school, he’d really matured physically. He had Henry’s naturally angular face, completed with scruff and all, but Jason’s body type and curly hair. By any man’s standards he was a complete dreamboat. Of course, Fletcher knew this and used it to his advantage at every opportunity. It was only his first day in his apartment and he already had a local coming over to hookup that he met on a non-maj hookup app.

The man coming over was really in shape, as were all the men Fletcher had hooked up with so far, but they just weren’t doing it for him. He found them attractive, sure, but there was just something so comforting and sexy about a man with a huge, fat belly. Especially when he had something to do with them having that excess of fat. He often thought his experiences with his family as a child might’ve had something to do with this. A big reason he’d left the wizarding world is because non-maj are extremely susceptible to magical influences, while he found wizards too quick to pick up on his tricks. The last thing Fletcher needed was another wizard finding out he dosed him with a love potion and threatening to take legal action on him after the effects wore off.

The doorbell rang and Fletcher opened it up to see a handsome man slightly shorter than him with a heavy brow and a black buzz cut. He looked like he never left the gym, but that was probably due to his job as a firefighter. Fletcher welcomed him in and they soon got down to business, Fletcher topping the muscled man. After everything was said and done, Fletcher went to get the man, who he found out was named Daniel, a glass of water. While in the kitchen, he pulled out a vile of Amortentia and poured it in the glass, stirring it well. As soon as Daniel got his hands on it he drank the entire glass, gulping audibly. He looked at Fletcher, suddenly very intrigued with this man who just fucked his tight ass.

“I know this is just a hookup, but we should get dinner sometime,” Daniel mentioned, smiling a little too much. His teeth were really white.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Fletcher told him. “I think that’d be really good for you.”

-

A week later Fletcher found himself in a similar situation, Daniel coming over to his apartment in a few minutes. Before answering the door he lit a candle that makes non-maj more agreeable and open minded.

“Hey, you!” Daniel said, letting himself in. “I can’t believe I had to go a whole week without seeing you. Come on, come give me a hug man.” Daniel hugged Fletcher before getting an answer, Fletcher not returning the physical affection, obviously annoyed with the display he’s created.

“Look, before we start touching there’s something you need to know.” Fletcher told Daniel who was clinging to him like a koala. His words came out of clenched teeth, “I can’t fuck a firefighter. I know I did last time but it’s been eating me up inside. I don’t think I could deal with the guilt again, does that make sense?”

The candle’s effects were working while Daniel thought for a second. “You know what?” He said sincerely. “I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about that. Dude I’m super sorry for being inconsiderate. I’ll quit my job if that’s what you need. I’ll do anything for you babe.”

Fletcher smiled. This was going to work out well.

--

Lately Fletcher’s had his eye on his coworker, Larry. Larry was also a personal trainer, the most popular at the gym in fact. The clients lined up for Fletcher, but they camped out for Larry. It was obvious why. He had the looks of a greek god. Head to toe muscle, not an ounce of fat, olive skin, and stylish wavy dark hair. His eyes pierced your soul, but in a way that just made you want him more. He was the kind of guy that gets along with everyone, his strikingly good looks just a side effect of fortunate genetics.

Fletcher watched him work from the front desk. He was training a rather hefty man who seemed like he couldn’t stop sweating. Larry’s athletic shorts weren’t tight but his ass was so round that the stretchy fabric clung to every curve and crevice. In the middle of his drooling, Fletcher’s friend/coworker Jacob came over and hopped on the counter.

“Might as well stop drooling and ask him out,” Jacob said, nudging Fletcher in the side. “It’s obvious you’re into him, and you might be the only one here who stands a chance.”

“As if,” Fletcher replied, defeated. “He’s out of even my league.”

“Wow, humble as always. You’re delusional though, watch this. HEY LARRY, YOU WANNA GO OUT WITH FLETCHER TONIGHT? HE’S LONELYAND BORED OF HIMSELF.” Jacob shouted across the gym.

“Man what the hell did you do that for?” Fletcher said, pushing Jacob’s skinny body off the counter.

“But LOOK Fletch.” Jacob gestured to Larry who was bashfully smiling. He looked at Fletcher and nodded, shaking his hand back indicating he wanted to go out for a drink. It was set.

That night Larry took Fletcher out to a local sports bar. Not really Fletcher’s scene but beggars can’t be choosers. Despite the loud atmosphere, Fletcher stayed locked into every word Larry said. Larry knew exactly how to charm Fletcher, talking about work and similar non-maj interests. They got along great, Fletcher didn’t even try to come up with a compatibility spell to cast on him. At the end of the night it was easy for him to invite Larry over to his place.

Right before opening the door Fletcher pulled out his wand. “Oh, almost forgot. Stupefy.” He casted a cleaning charm to get rid of any possible mess before bringing Larry back to consciousness. He couldn’t risk Daniel having made a mess while he was out.

They went in and it was dark except for the large living room TV that Daniel was shirtless and playing video games in font of.

“Hey Daniel, my friend Larry’s here.” Fletcher said to Daniel, walking towards his bedroom.

Larry walked over to Daniel, who was panted on the couch, and extended a hand. “Hey I’m Larry, I’m guessing you’re Fletcher’s roommate?”

“Yeah!” Daniel said, excited to meet one of Fletcher’s friends. “You actually caught me at a good moment, I was just about to take a break from work.”

“Work?” Larry asked, looking at Fletcher.

“Uh yeah,” Fletcher said. “Daniel works for a video game testing company. Mainly shooters and stuff.”

Daniel stood up and stretched his arms back, letting out a grunt and pushing out his large pot belly he’d recently developed. “Ya know I was a firefighter up until a few months ago when Fletcher got me this gig here.” He said, gesturing towards the video games.

Fletcher shrugged. “I just pulled a few strings and bam, they let him into the industry.”

“Wait, hold up.” Larry said, thinking. “You were a firefighter only a few months ago? Bro what happened?” Larry took off his shirt and flexed his ripped body for emphases before going over to Daniel and bumping his abs against Daniel’s flabby, jiggly gut. “I’m more of a firefighter than you! Could you even fit in the gear?” He slapped Daniel’s light happy trail with the back of his hand and sent his chbby torso quivering.

Daniel was unphased. “Well, yeah I could fit in the gear. It’s been months though and things change I guess. I moved in with Fletch and, well, he’s always giving me food so shit happens. Speaking of food…?” He looked at Fletcher.

“Oh, right, your work break.” Fletcher remembered. “Accio pie.” A custard pie flew from the fridge into Fletcher’s hands and he gave the thing to Daniel, who’s tubby face lit up at the sight of food. Judging by how bloated his belly was it’d probably been a good half hour since he last stuffed his face.

“Thanks man” Daniel said, grabbing a slice of pie with his hand and shoving the piece into his mouth, despite the pain in his stomach.

“Bro we need to mad train you. You know Fletch and I are personal trainers right? You can’t just eat shit all the time either.” Larry told Daniel while poking his belly.

“Honestly-“ Fletcher interrupted, looking at the lit magic candle in the corner of the room, “I quite like the way he eats.”

Larry’s face went into a state of confusion, obviously disgusted with Daniel but the candle’s magic was slowly rearranging his emotions. “Yeah... I guess if he likes what he’s doing then it’s alright.”

“Thanks man. Hey why don’t you get him a pie Fletch? Maybe he can try out all of this.” Daniel said clutching his round belly and doing a little dance.

“Nah I’m no fatass.” Larry said, rubbing his hand over his abs.

Fletcher thought. “doesn’t that pie look good, though?”

Another second of thinking.“Hmm, yea the more I look at it the more I start to want one. One bite can’t hurt, right? There’s always the gym tomorrow.”

“Of course.” Fletcher answered. “There’s always the gym tomorrow. Accio other pie.”

--

Love potions are hard to make and expensive to buy, so Fletcher knew this thing with Larry was going to take some time. Not more than a few weeks later, though, Jacob had been telling Fletcher about his lease expiring and needing a better place to stay at. ‘What better place for his skinny ass to stay at than mine?’ Fletcher thought. He moved in that weekend.

Since moving in, Daniel had become like Fletcher’s pet. He didn’t really leave the house, got really excited when Fletcher got home, and was routinely exercised by Fletcher. Daniel didn’t leave the couch too often and got fatter when Fletcher put more food in front of him. It was amazing how fast his muscular figure disappeared. At first it looked just like a beer gut growing on him, but he was really starting to turn into a hefty porker. Sitting on the couch all day eating junk food and playing video games really was turning him into a fat fuck. He was getting too lazy to have sex and that was starting to annoy Fletcher. ‘More calories for him to pack on, I suppose,’ He’d rationalize.

On the other hand Jacob was one of Fletcher’s closest and wittiest friends. It would’ve felt weird to have done a bunch of magic on him to make him turn into a fatass, he needed Jacob to want it himself. He wasn’t entirely convinced that Jacob didn’t want it, though. It was common for Jacob to talk about how much he hated the gym and how he never works out but eats a lot to put on weight. He’d mentioned a few times that he gets jealous of Daniel for getting to do whatever he wants all the time and not care about anything besides food and video games.

This sparked a curiosity in Fletcher, he’d taken a class on mind reading at Ilvermorny. All he had to do was prepare a Confusing Concoction to throw Jacob off guard, mutter a few words and bam he’s in his head. He got to work.

Before long he’d collected his ingredients and concocted the potion, slipping it to Jacob on top of a burger he grabbed for him. Before long Jacob was stumbling around the apartment muttering nonsense about letting the tomatoes out of their cages. This was it, Fletcher had to go in. He looked Jacob right in the eye and muttered, “Legilimens”, taking him into Jacob’s mind. While diving around in there, he quickly found visions that Jacob had created for himself. Visions of him gaining weight rapidly and ballooning to enormous sizes. Watching his caramel skin accumulate with fat at every corner, bursting buttons, breaking furniture, eating more than he ever thought he could. This was exactly what he had hoped to find.

-

Fletcher was having Larry over every weekend trying to get him to stuff himself enough to get him addicted to the food he ate, but it was barely sticking to him. Over 2 months he’d gained maybe 10lbs of fat, barely enough for Fletcher’s tastes. Every time Larry left the apartment, his mind went back to its normal state. Fletcher was quickly losing interest and needed a solution.

-

Jacob and Fletcher had just walked out of a cinema after watching some movie about a guy with a remote that controls time. This was the perfect time to bring up the weight gain. “Hey Jake, that part where the bad actor got all fat was pretty funny, reminded me of what Daniels doing to himself.”

“Yeah,” Jacob said, remembering the boner he got while watching the movie. “That’d be hilarious if he wakes up one day and realizes he got all fat.” He puffed out his cheeks and made a face.

“Sometimes I wish it’d happen to me,” Fletcher lied, trying to get the truth out of Jacob. “Maybe it’d be kinda hot, ya know? All soft and shit.”

“Oh yeah, what do they call them? BHM’s? That’s sooooo hot Fletch.” Jacob said sarcastically.

“Hey, you like what you like. Can’t really help that.”

Jacob took a second. “Yeah, I guess it would be really hot to gain a ton of weight. Pretty damn funny too.” He waddled down the street like he weighed 500lbs but he was secretly trying to hide his hard on. Fletcher noticed.

“What do you say we grab a drink, get some Krispy Kreme, and head on home?”

--

A month and a half later Daniel finally hit his +100lbs mark since he moved into Fletcher’s, and he really looked big. He still had his buzz cut but other than that was pretty much unrecognizable to all his past family and coworkers. He had heavy tits and a belly that was so soft Fletcher often fell asleep lying on it. His clothes were skin tight and didn’t fit, keeping him from leaving whenever he wanted to. Not that he had anywhere to go. He had everything he needed at the apartment: food, entertainment, and Fletcher. Not to mention the sex was amazing. Fletcher overpowering Daniel’s fat hog body and making him eat while he fucked, getting him all messy and sweaty. Daniel came so much every time, it was ridiculous.

The same day they realized Daniel had gained over 100lbs Larry came over. Jacob often hid when Larry came over, he found the whole dynamic between the other roommates and him to be awkward. Mainly he hid out in his room or went to get food when Larry spent the weekends at the apartment. This time though Larry had come over without warning and Jacob answered the door thinking it was his and Daniel’s daily pizzas being delivered.

“Was it $42.69? Oh” Jacob said with a look of sadness, realizing it’d be another 10 minutes before the pizzas arrived. He’d even put on a tight workout shirt that only slightly exposed his heavy belly to pay the pizza man. “Hey Larry.”

“BRO! I knew when you quit working at the gym you’d get fat but I didn’t think it’d happen this fast! Holy shit you were a stick and now look at you! It’s like you’ve got a soccer ball under that shirt. And your face bro,” Larry grabbed ahold of Jacob’s chubbier cheeks and slapped one. “You really plumped up on me.”

“I mean, I guess. I could be a lot fatter, though.” Jacob looked inside at Fletcher funnel feeding naked and huge Daniel a mixture of cake mix and canola oil. Fletcher was pouring fast and some dribbled out of Daniel’s mouth and onto his stretch marks. He scooped it up with his chubby finger and put it in the air, having Jacob come over and suck it off. That tight shirt really made Jacob’s belly button look deep. “You gonna come in?” He asked, planting his thick ass on the couch and returned to watching Taiwanese Drag Race.

Larry walked in, almost spooked. “Y’all gotta stop doing this stuff, you’re gonna get seriously fat! Look at me, sometimes I indulge but I still got a rocking bod.” He took off his shirt and revealed his body, pretty much the same but his muscles all looked bloated with the slight layer of fat he’d developed recently.

“Cut the shit, Larry.” Fletcher told him. “We all know you’re here for a free box of donuts. There’s plenty in the pantry just grab a box and eat with us.”

Larry’s mood changed and suddenly he didn’t remember why he’d really came over. “Woah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came over here for, uh… for-”

“Donuts?” Fletcher filled in him.

“Fuck off bro. Sure I guess I’ll take one or two though. Sound pretty good now that you mention it.”

-

The weekend continued like this, all the men eating and chilling out, but once Sunday came around and Larry was getting ready to leave, Fletcher stood up to keep him from going. “Incarcerous” He said with a flick of his wand. Ropes flew out of his wand and tied and gagged Larry, sending his bloated muscle body tumbling to the floor. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.” He cut off a piece of Larry’s hair and put it into a flask of polyjuice potion he’d been making. Fletcher’s features began to change, his curly hair turned wavy, his paler skin darkened and his muscles beefed up. Before long he was an exact replica of Larry, although the jeans he was wearing were now a bit tight.

Fletcher left Larry on the floor while he went around the town impersonating Larry. Quitting his job, cutting ties to his friends, obliterating the memory of him from his family, and overall removing any hope that he’d be returning to his life. When he felt the effects of the potion wearing off he hurried back home to find Jacob and Daniel cuddling their fat shirtless asses on the couch and Larry asleep on the floor in his bedroom. Fletcher moved him to the bed in Daniel’s room that he barely uses now that he doesn’t wear clothes and tied Larry up there. Once settled, he began explaining.

“You haven’t been helping me out, Larry. Every attempt I’ve made to make you fatter you just go and ruin it by working it off. Now look, nobody is expecting you to return, and if you don’t obey I will have to take extreme measures on you. Don’t make me do that Larry, okay? We got along just fine, and we can again if you just drink this.” Fletcher flicked his wand and a funnel filled with gainer shake lifted itself into Larry’s mouth. He didn’t suck it down.

“C’mon Larry.” Fletcher said. “Don’t make me pull out the big guns.” Larry didn’t budge. He just looked back at Fletcher with fear in those piercing eyes. “Alright, you made me do this. Imperio.” Instantly Larry’s mouth opened and he started to vigorously gulp down the thick liquid. The funnel didn’t run out of shake until Larry was so stuffed he couldn’t drink another drop without vomiting. He was in extreme pain.

(Usually the Imperius Curse is forbidden and punishable by law, but in the US things are a little bit different. The wizards like their dark arts and don’t want to give them up, as they feel these curses are a part of their history and their rights. The US ministry of magic has yet to outlaw this curse due to their rationalization that if criminals who use the Imperius Curse want to commit crimes, they’ll find another way to do it. While this curse is legal to use, it is still frowned upon by most people.)

Fletcher put Larry to sleep. In his dreams Fletcher went in and reworked many of Larry’s memories, putting in copies of Jacob’s memories of wanting to become fat and removing any fear that Fletcher himself had caused. Fletcher knew that this process of conditioning Larry would take time, but eventually he’d come around.

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Larry initially thickened up very quickly. After only a few months he’d gotten up to 300lbs and Fletcher took the ropes off of him- they were squeezing his fat too much. Despite the memory alteration Fletcher had been performing, Larry still had enough sense in him at the time to run his fat, naked ass out the door and scream for help. Quickly he got arrested and he called his family to bail him out, but none of them remembered him whatsoever. He called his friends, but when they came to pick him up they instantly left- there was no way this fat sack of blubber could be Larry. Larry would never get that fat. The cops let him go and he waddled his fat ass back to Fletcher’s apartment, not knowing where else to go. He looked in the mirror that night and saw how every part of him had filled with fat. His once handsome face now buried in layers of adipose and lard. He jiggle his moobs, had his nipples always been that fat? Where did his abs go? Are they even still there under that huge belly? He felt so heavy, he never wanted to move anymore. Not to mention he had major chub rub from all the walking he’d done and really just wanted a gainer shake and a nap. While he slept Fletcher altered his mind.

A full year passed and Larry woke up, a house elf helping him lift his heavy body off the bed so that he could waddle to the living room where he’d be fed with the other pigs on his side of the apartment. Fletcher had been practicing his charms and expanded his apartment to now hold 10 rooms, each filled with a fat man of its own.

Larry took his usual spot on the oversized couch between Jacob and Daniel, right where Fletcher felt he belonged. Fletcher came out of his room, yawning, happy to start another day of making his pigs even bigger. He always started with this room first, these pigs having a special place in his heart. As he carried a cake over to the couch, the three huge men in front of him called out for food. They hadn’t eaten all night and Fletcher knew they needed more than just this cake. He flicked his wand and trays and trays of food hovered to the huge men.

Skinny little Jacob sat on the right side of the couch. While most people wouldn’t consider 400lbs to be skinny, he knew he needed to be bigger than the two other men on the couch. He felt so small even though he had grown so much. His face had filled out immensely and had a nice double chin going where he’d let some scruff grow out. His belly folded right into his love handles that rested right above his thick thighs. He played with his belly all day, satisfied that he’d gained so much weight. Back when he was stick-like he never dreamed of being this big, but a year of stuffing himself had really paid off. He hoped that he’d be able to get even fatter than he currently was, walking seemed like so much of a chore to him. If he could make himself too fat to walk then Fletcher would have to do everything for him and his life would be complete. As he thought about these things he stuffed a greasy sausage into his mouth with his fat fingers.

Connected to Daniel was a pile of blubber with a sad history. As far as he realized though Fletcher had taken him in when he was in his worst moments of life and given him a place to stay and food to eat. He was happy being here. He didn’t have to pay rent, he ate his heart out, and best of all he could get as fat as he wanted. All his memories of his years at the gym had been replaced with memories of him feeling too skinny and just wanting to be thick all over. He was happy to balloon to the 430lbs man that he was then. His fat spilled over onto Daniel’s and Jacob’s on either side, reminding him that he belonged where he is. If he got horny all he had to do was call out and Fletcher was right there to dig his penis out of his pubic fat and get to work. He really had it made.

Lastly on the left a giant man with a buzz cut connected to fat neck rolls opened his mouth and a platter of donut holes starting filling his mouth. His huge belly took up a lot of room on the couch, which made sense as he was closing in on 450lbs. Stretch marks covered his body and his chest jutted out in either direction. His back was fatty and led down to his giant ass that he sat on all day. He knew that once he fought fires and then played a lot of video games, but now he just ate and ate and ate. His body felt so heavy, weird compared to how he had felt the majority of his life- light and athletic. His breathing was loud and he was happy because he got as much attention from Fletcher as he wanted just by calling out for more food.

Fletcher looked over his hogs once more and smiled to himself. How had he been clever enough to pull this off? Less than two years ago all of these men were in peak physical condition, and now he had them blown up to sizes of morbid obesity. Best of all? They all fucking loved it.