Social Feed - Short WG Story

Jeremiah is sitting with his back against the headboard, arms outstretched loosely and cuffed to the metal posts on either side. He’s been given a sedative and has been knocked out for the past four hours. A white sock is stuffed in his mouth.

All he’s wearing is a pair of loose plaid boxers and a white wife beater. His jeans lie beside the bed along with his wallet and an ID badge with his name and the word manager below it.

Aaron stands at the end of the bed scrolling through Jeremiah’s phone. He grunts every few moments, disgusted by what he’s reading.

“What a fucking-” he looks up and sees Jeremiah start to wake. His head wobbles back and forth a few times as he comes out of sleep and adjusts his eyes. The first thing he sees is Aaron, whom he’s never met, just standing there. He tries to call out but can’t. He tries to get up, but realizes he’s cuffed to the bed. After a few moans and groans he stops.

“Hmm, what do we have here? You commented maybe you should go to the gym instead of sharing pictures of food on Josh’s photo last week. Harsh. I’d say that deserves about 10 pounds.” As Aaron finishes the sentence Jeremiah’s belly begins to bloat, bulging under his wife beater just a little. “And when he responded to you, you doubled down and added nobody wants to see your sad pictures from Denny’s every night. Wow, I think another 10 pounds will do.” Jeremiah’s belly grows a little bigger. “And another 10 for fun.” Aaron smiles and watches as Jeremiah’s belly grows some more, looking rather soft and pudgy. The rest of his body is still quite muscular, making his chubby belly stand out.

“What’s this? You shared a fat shaming post? Really, dude? I’m gonna have to give you another 10 pounds. Make it 15.” Jeremiah groans as his belly continues to grow, filling his wife beater now and bulging out over the waistband of his boxers. You can now clearly see the outline of his belly button. A short time goes by before Aaron speaks again. “Oh, jackpot! You commented Who the fuck thinks fat people are attractive? Get fit or stop whining. Oh, that’s gold! I think that’ll earn you a hefty 30 pounds, man.” Aaron watches in delight as Jeremiah’s belly balloons again. It starts to push at his shirt, slowly peeking out from under it while his rear begins to expand as well now. His hairy brown belly hangs over his waistband, though small it's quite flabby and doughy, while his butt starts to grow round and plump. Jeremiah wiggles and squirms, eyes wide at the sight of his fat belly.

“I know, I know. It’s a lot, huh? Where were we? Right. Here’s you sharing a few photos of muscular guys, that’s 5 pounds each. And there’s one… two… five… seven. 35 pounds!” Jeremiah closes his eyes and moans as his body gets fatter. His boxers are filling up and his belly completely outgrows his shirt. “There’s more here than I thought. Looks like you’re going to get pretty fat tonight.” Aaron pats Jeremiah’s belly and goes back to looking at his social feed.

“A photo of you at the gym, 5 pounds. A photo of you with 6 other guys, all of them being fit, 5 pounds.” As Aaron scrolls Jeremiah screams through the sock in his mouth, begging for release, but knowing there's so many more posts that will warrant hundreds of extra pounds. If he could just get a few words out, maybe convince Aaron that he’ll stop sharing things like this.

“5 pounds, 10 pounds… ooh this one deserves 20.” At this point Aaron isn’t even elaborating on what he sees, just dishing out fat and looking up every so often to see Jeremiah growing and growing. Finally, Aaron puts down the phone.

“I think that’s enough for now. Don’t you agree? Look at how big you are.” Aaron massages Jeremiah’s soft thick thighs.

All that work at the gym just to end up fat?

“We’ll pick back up tomorrow morning. I’ll have you filling this bed by noon.” Aaron gives Jeremiah’s big belly a slap and leaves the room, turning off the light and closing the door.

Jeremiah lays in silence for hours before falling asleep and waking up to Aaron on top, humping his fat belly and holding his phone again, already scrolling through posts.