Vignette: Tubby's Taffee
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Tubby's Taffee by Pragmaton
Oscar was excited for the upcoming tour. Tubby's Taffee was a tongue-in-cheek candy factory with the primary export of, you guessed it, taffy. Despite its well-earned name, it was the sweetest, chewiest, most mouthwatering taffy Oscar had ever tasted.
He never went anywhere without several of the candies in his pockets. His friends often joked that he should just wrap himself in wax paper and sell his body at the factory, since his body was probably 99 percent taffy at this point.
Though it was a joke, the effect on his waistline wasn't. In the past year or so, Oscar's already chubby frame bubbled outward in a steady, ominous fashion. Jokes died on the lips of his friends as they weren't prepared to see a substantially fatter, more rotund version of their friend after not seeing him for a few weeks or even days at a time.
He'd come in, huffing in ill-fitting shirts that could barely hide his overhang and creaking sweatpants, as normal pants would not cut it anymore. Uneasily, his friends would slowly get back into the cadence of poking fun at their swollen pal, as he would laugh it off as they slapped and played with his belly. It wasn't until a few months later that his friends began to contact him less and less, after noticing how dangerously obese he had become in such a short amount of time.
By then, his love handles stuck out like bean bags rubbing against doorframes and his wrecking ball of a gut seeming to inflate into a room as he entered it, ballooning impossibly rounder and fatter, triggering the fight-or-flight response of anyone daring to watch for too long. By the time he squeezed into the room, he'd look around dumbfounded, as his friends made themselves scarce.
The night before the candy tour, Oscar dreamed he was already there, tasting limited edition taffy flavors and stuffing his face with gobs of the stuff directly from one of the mixing tanks. His hefty tonnage bent the metal edge of the tank as he leaned over to grab taffy, causing him to lose balance and fall in.
His jiggly, mammoth belly cushioned his fall as he landed, surrounded by a mass of gooey, warm taffy. The large metal clamps that stretched and molded the taffy could not tell the difference between his warm, gelatinous body and the candy.
A two-pronged clamp dove into his belly, one metal finger delving deep into his belly button while the other hooked underneath his belly lobes.
He gasped as the pressure tightened, feeling like his belly button was being fucked by a beer can, as the machine struggled to lift him up and stretch his belly like taffy. Two more clamps latched onto his moobs, his nipples painfully stretching as the machine began slowly lifting him up by only his belly and nipples.
His eyes widened as his belly gently, slowly began to stretch, as the weight of his body was too great to be lifted. His belly button yawned torturously wider and longer, while his nipples stretched longer and thinner, as he began to slowly lower back into the taffy.
He suddenly felt a warm rush underneath him, followed by the feeling of being very, very full. The taffy in the tank was rushing into him through his ass, filling his stretched belly and moobs, replacing the sharp acute angles of his elongated nipples into two massive, bloated hotdogs of flesh that continued to throb bigger and bigger. His belly continued to stretch longer and longer, but filling up simultaneously to look like a 1200lb cement bag gurgling, swelling and rising over the side of the tank as his body begged for more.
Oscar woke up, covered in sweat and a hidden pocket of sticky cum within his fatpad under his giant belly. He groaned as he got out of bed, messy and sweaty, and poured himself into a ridiculously tight pair of sweatpants that he wrapped around the bottom half of his gut.
After getting out of his room, he was treated to a surprise on the dining table. A huge basket of thousands of taffy candies, multicolored and multiflavored was waiting for him! There was a card attached, saying it was from Tubby's Taffee, as a gift before the tour later that day.
Eagerly, Oscar dug in, unwrapping a dozen candies and shoving them into his open maw. He loved the feeling of letting the flavors mix together, with barely any room in his mouth to chew. Slowly but surely, he was able to soften them to the point where he could swallow, then he would repeat the process with the candies he unwrapped while chewing.
Minutes ticked by as he gorged on the seemingly endless gift of sweets. A heaviness had settled in his gargantuan belly, than only seemed to increase with every mouthful of candy sent down his gullet.
The heaviness seemed to be focused on the forward prow of his blimped gut, just behind his belly button. Oscar did not notice that the heaviness was due to an extremely concentrated mass of taffy that was slowly affecting the fat tissue all around it. His belly burbled and glorped audibly, becoming bigger and softer to the point where the heaviness was stretching his belly downward lower and lower. His sweatpants squeaked to near transparency as the stitches popped trying to hold back a tidal wave of quivering gut. The sweatpants filled to the brim like a gray balloon, pulling downward and exposing his newly blimpish ass.
When he finally noticed the changes, he was almost done with the basket of treats. He moaned, trying to pull his taffy belly back into himself, but the bottom of his belly lobes were out of reach, being propelled even lower by the lead ball of taffy weighing it down. His sweatpants exploded off of him, allowing his greedy taffy belly to wobble even lower.
He thought back to the omens of his dream, and smacked his lips, thinking about being filled with even more taffy as the stretching clamps had their way with his soft, malleable body. His belly bubbled and pressed against the tiny doorframe of his apartment, causing him to moan in pleasure as the doorframe cracked against his gargantuan soft body as he billowed out into the hallway.
An hour later, gigantic thuds and sirens could be heard from down the street and getting closer to Tubby's Taffee Factory...
