February 2024 Drabbles

Welcome to the Trap, Mr Bonde (XWG/Corruption)

“Honestly, I expected more Mr Bonde,”

In his hollowed out Volcano lair, Doctor Delicious sighed as he gazed into the screen that displayed the fate of his greatest enemy. A collection of tubes dangled from the ceiling and trailed across what was left of the cracked tiled floor. Spreading out from the centre of the room was a vastly obese man, his body bloated with fat. The heavy fat rolls spread across the floor tiles and pressed up against the walls of the chamber

The once slim and suave master spy was replaced by a huge blubbery mound of fat. Taking up most of the room was a belly the size of a small car, with a height nearly at eye level and threatening to touch the far wall. Expansive moobs sat on top of the gut, the fat rolls as big and thick as sandbags, huge dinner plate sized nipples pointed down. Useless limbs, swallowed up in fat, dangled to the side, with rolls upon rolls upon rolls gathered up all around the sides of this blob. On the opposite cracked wall, two huge ass cheeks were pressed up, causing the massive butt that rivalled the whale of an agent’s belly to rise higher than the man’s head. Mr Bonde’s fat face was surrounded by rings of fat that used to be his neck, leading to the chair sized cheeks and the bloated agent’s face where he chugged on the serum forced into him.

The Doctor had to admit, it had been enjoyable watching the agent struggle and resist as he was fattened up, his tuxedo spreading within the first fifty pounds, leaving the combat suit. The skin tight outfit only highlighted the mass that Bonde was putting on more as he grew more and more, rivalling sumo wrestlers in size before it began to tear off him too. Infact, Delicious was sure he could still see the scraps buried within the sweat dripping rolls that almost claimed one of the villain’s agents when they went in to clean the blob.

Of course, after Bonde passed the ton mark, his struggles lessened. Not only from his limbs being heavier than most adult men, but as his brain was gradually rewired to the sensation of growing more and more.

“Well, at least you make a good pet.”

Blue Ribbon Pig (XSSBHM/Size Difference/Eating)

“We’re now down to the final two hogs! Bobby Dylan has a lead of 10 hotdogs, but Jimmy Chaves is catching up! Who will last and win this year's prize ribbon?!”

The announcer's voice called out as the crowd in the small town cheered, watching the staged area where this year’s Pig Out fair was being held. The town of Hogsville was unique as a Midwest town, having been prosperous in their farm work and produce. Of course, with the abundance, a practice started where the farming families showcased their largest animals. However, as times changed, it stopped being one of the barn animals fattened up, but rather one of the men in the family.

And so, on the low stage sat two immense-sized men, both clad in overalls that stretched against their blubbery bodies. The remaining contestants lay on the ground after giving up, a collection of beached whales of men groaning as they let out deep belches, leaving the last two men to compete against one another. Jimmy Chaves moaned as he tried to stuff more hotdogs into his mouth. His flabby ass stretched the seams of his overalls as they spread over the benches that he and Bobby were seated on. The other man was pressed against the table that held the tower of hotdogs, his heavy moobs and belly pressing into the table as he kept stuffing. The creaking denim was soaked with sweat from the two hogs of men as they worked to the cheers of the crowd. The colossal men groaned as even the reinforced stage groaned under the tonnage. The relatively tiny town members watched on as both bloated men slowed down. Eyes enraptured as Bobby and Jimmy slowed down more and more, struggling with every bite they took, until…

“-ANNNND Jimmy Chaves calls it. Bobby “The Blob” Dylan wins for the fourth year in a row, breaking his last record by eating four hundred and eighty-six hotdogs!!!”

The crowd went wild, cheering loudly as some men stepped onto the stage towards the stuffed blobs. Two strong men went to Bobby, the huge bear heaving a deep low belch that rumpled the ground, much to the cheers of the crowd.

“Damn Bobby. Another big year,” One of the men, John,  said before reaching Bobby’s huge moob that spilt out from his overalls, squeezing the fat roll.

“Yeah, your little… BURRRRRPPP… brother is still… the biggest,” Bobby panted out, smirking before his brothers helped the titanic Bobby stand up. The huge blob towered over them as his weight breached close to that of a whale. Bobby was tempted to grab his smaller older brothers and pin them into his fat before a snap sound took his attention.

The straps of his overalls finally gave up trying to contain his fat gut, the front flap dropping as his belly spilt out, free from the restriction as the town was given a view of their prize hog.

“Shit, those were the biggest size,” Damon said, looking at his brother’s belly that cracked the stage where it spread out before them.

“Yeah… gonna keep… growing,” Bobby said lazily, rubbing his stuffed belly and fat rolls, hard under the mattress belly as he thought of finally outgrowing the family barn.

Spoiled Brat (XWG/Growth/Slob)

Joshua had been spoiled.

Anyone who worked on the estate for the Wilson family was aware of that. Though the former patriarch Clarence and his son and current CEO, Carter, had been hard-working men.

Jared had never worked a day in his life, just barely kept from flunking out of education due to the family hiring tutors and some under-the-table dealings. He mainly spent days in the mansion, using his allowance for games and partying. On Jared’s 21st birthday, Jared gaining full access to his trust had been dreaded by many, and for good reason.

“Jesus Christ!”

Carter swore as he entered the room his son had effectively been living in. The older man was shocked by the sight and stench he hadn’t seen since his last visit not six months ago. Seated on the crushed remains of a couch was a fat man.

Not even a fat man. An immensely massive blob that crushed the sweat-stained sofa. Huge heavy fat rolls billowing out, thicker than some car tires and shiny with sweat and grease. A massive belly pooled out across the floor, sweat visibly dripping off the hairy surface as the mass pushed aside the coffee table that was now partially crushed under the thick rolls. Huge moobs atop the gut as they pushed up the dense arms that were easily bigger than Carter’s body. The face of his son, bloated with fat and covered by a beard filled with food crumbs and stains, was facing up as one of the butlers was working to pour something thick into a funnel that led into Jared’s mouth. The massive blob chugged down the easily 3 litres of… something before the funnel was removed. Jared panting before a booming belch erupted out of him, causing his fat body to wobble as the room shook.

“Huff… Hey, pops…” The blob that was Jared said, panting as he sat further into his seat, body spreading as he smiled at the older man.

“The- Don’t just say Hey! What the Fuck happened to you?” Carter demanded. How could Jared literally blow up in half a year?

“Well, once got my… Urppp… Trust. I paid these science guys to help make me grow. And they did,” Jared said, a lazy smile on his face as he brought baseball mitt-sized hands down to his gut and slapped it, shaking his fat body.

“Well, it stops now. I will be getting you a trainer and dietician and-“ Carter began, already planning how to fix his fallen son before being stunned as he watched the huge hog of a son stand up. Not only had Jared fattened up, but he also got taller. The young college dropout towered over Carter, body filling more of the room as the blob glared down at Carter.

“Do that. And I crush you,” Jared said, face red from exertion as he took a step, shaking the room as he approached Carter. The older man stepped back in shock and fear, realising the power dynamic had clearly shifted. Seeing that he had the power, Jared stepped back before letting his body land on the couch, shaking the room like it was hit with an earthquake as the stone floor under Jared cracked and broke under him.

“Good… Now tell the butlers to get more of the shake. Need to put on another hundred pounds before dinner,” Jared said, heaving another belch.