The Potion - RP/Teasing/WG(Immobility+)

You just keep getting bigger.

Your clothes barely fit. Your belly hangs out of every shirt.

It wasn’t supposed to go on this long.

You weren’t supposed to get this fat.

But here you are, 426 pounds and counting.

It just won’t stop.

“I’m going to get too fat” you think to yourself.

Too fat for my clothes.

Too fat to jerk off.

Too fat to walk.

Too fat to move.

There’s got to be a way to make it stop.

432 pounds. You should step off the scale before your fat ass breaks it.

It creaks under your increasing mass.

The sweatpants that fit an hour ago are getting tighter.

And tighter… and tighter…

Your ass is getting huge.

And it’s going to get even fatter.

So fat that you’ll have a hard time getting through the doorway.

So fat that nothing will fit over it.

So fat that it will weigh you down and make it hard to get up.

And it’s going to get even fatter than that.

Your belly hangs past your cock.

It just droops lower and lower.

You shouldn’t have drank all of that potion.

What an idiot.

Maybe if you’d read the instructions this wouldn’t be happening to you.

Now you’re swelling up like a dumb fat fuck.

Your sweatpants begin to tear.

Fat bulges through the torn seams.

460 pounds.

Won’t be long until you reach 500.

And then 600.

700.

800 pounds of blubber and lard.

You waddle to your bedroom.

Where did you leave your phone?

Now would be a good time to call someone for help.

Before you’re immobile and can’t do anything for yourself.

Before you’re nothing more than a mountain of useless fat.

You can’t find it.

Your shirt rips down the middle.

You’re getting so fat.

Walking around like this isn’t easy at your size.

And it’s only getting harder.

You just keep getting fatter.

And fatter… and fatter…

Your cock sinks deeper into your fatpad.

You can feel it rubbing against your rolls with every step.

Becoming buried in fat.

You see if you can still reach it.

Groping your fatpad.

Feeling just how big it’s gotten.

Knowing that it’s only going to get bigger and bigger.

The next ten minutes are spent bursting out of your clothes.

They’ve reached their limit.

You’re too fat for them.

At 512 pounds you stand naked in the living room.

It’s getting so hard to walk.

You want to lay down and rest.

But you know that once you do that you’ll be too fat to get back up.

And you’ll just lay there growing.

Getting fatter.

Filling up the bed.

Helpless to your own weight.

Fattened to immobility.

But still… growing even fatter…

You can’t let that happen.

Find your phone.

Call for help.

Before it’s too late.

Your thighs rub together when you walk.

Fat squishing up against fat.

Finally you spot it!

Wedged between the couch cushions is your phone.

But you’re too fat to reach it.

Your massive belly is in the way.

608 pounds.

It’s happening.

You’re getting too fat.

You almost manage to grab it but it slips further into the couch.

Your arms are being pushed outward as you widen.

There’s no use.

622 pounds.

636 pounds.

You’re growing so fat so fast.

You might as well give up and lay in bed.

No one can help you now.

There is a knock at your door.

It’s Dale.

He’s the man who gave you the potion book.

He doesn't look the least bit surprised.

Before you can speak he pushes you against the wall and pours something in your mouth.

You pass out.

You wake up in your bed.

You can’t move.

And you’ve gotten so much fatter.

Dale sits on top of your enormous belly.

He’s humping it.

Grinding against your fat.

Using you to get off.

1,214 pounds.

And still growing.

You’re not even restrained but you’re just too fat to get up.

Every part of your body is swollen and massive.

Lifting your limbs is near impossible.

There’s a tube in your mouth.

A thick cream is being poured down your throat.

It’s making you fatter.

Dale moans and starts to thrust harder.

Your entire body wobbles.

Looks like this is your life now.

Not much you can do but lay there and grow.

But don’t worry

You’ll be well taken care of.