LoakaChunk

The Transfer - Part 6

He was like a tidal wave--like a force of nature. He simply grabbed me by the shoulders and tossed me to the floor like I was nothing. And in a very real sense, I sort of was. I couldn’t begin to guess how much I weighed from a lifetime of being north of 300 lbs, but it couldn’t have been that much more than 120-130 tops.

Before I could even think to move he was on top of me, crushing me. He soft, sure, but also incredibly heavy. My feeble struggles were completely absorbed by his yielding...

The Board Game - Part 4

“It’s my turn again,” Steve announced, leaning forward to grab the dice. He stopped short just after grabbing them from the table due to something jabbing into his middle.

It wasn’t anything on the table: it was the table. Steve glanced down to see his shirt straining atop a budding pot belly.

“‘All their rolls…,’” Steve mumbled before realization dawned. “Aw fuck. We have to finish this fast.”

“Why?” Jay asked, hand idly stroking his left breast in an out...

The Re-Education

Dan woke up in a dark room. He didn’t remember how he got there--he only vaguely remembered his sentencing, being remanded to a “re-education” facility, and then darkness.

Now he found himself standing in the dark. There were no walls, no doors. Only a spotlight shining down from above. No matter where he moved the spotlight continued to shine down on his exact spot. It was unnerving, to say the least.

“I see you are awake,” a voice said from everywhere and nowhere at once....

The Board Game - Part 3

 Ugh, I’ve done down with a summer cold. I’m posting what I got, and beg your forgiveness for not having more. Disease just takes all the horny out of me, and that’s the secret ingredient. Hopefully more next week.  

You've always dressed your Sunday best,

Now nude will be your favorite dress.

“Oh, god. Really?” Steve griped as Jay’s piece moved forward. There was only one thing this could mean.

“Does anybody think...

The Board Game - Part 2

WHOOPS! I totally forgot part of this chapter! My bad! Updated now :)

Your health concerns were not unfounded,

But now your appetite is unbounded,

Back in time this change persists,

And affects your weight as it exists.

“Guys, I feel funny,” Jay said as his piece moved on its own over the table. It felt like something was welling up inside, a feeling of intense hunger, like ...

The Transfer - Part 5

I fucked up. In my rush to get myself into shape and have a little revenge while I was at it, I hadn’t really thought of what I’d actually do after I’d transferred all my flab away. For some reason I’d thought that after I was done he’d just be an immobile blob without any agency of his own, but now it turns out that he was anything but. He was huge, but a lifetime of weightlifting had prepared him to carry the hundreds of pounds I’d now saddled him with.

On top of that, I’d neve...

The Board Game - Part 1

“What did you say this board game is called?” Jay asked.

Gordon shrugged his beefy shoulders and placed the box on the table. “Fumango.”

“Huh. Sounds like a copyright,” commented Steve with a sneer. “Can’t we just play Risk like we always do?

“Aw, c’mon, live a little,” Gordon said, using his bulk to shove the waif-like Steve down into his seat. Gordon wasn’t exactly a powerlifter, but he ate a lot and worked at a warehouse lifting heavy boxes all day, s...

Return Of The Jockstrap - Part 5

Erick sat there with a frozen expression of equal parts terror and lust. He didn’t move as Joel grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly shoved him to the floor. Despite his enormity, Joel was on top of him before Erick could even catch his breath, shoving his huge cock into Erick’s slack-jawed mouth with enough force that he was sure he dragged his teeth over the entire length of Joel’s dick.

Joel didn’t seem to mind at all. He pressed in, and out, humping Erick’s mouth with the sam...

The Board Game will be my next story!

Looks like The Board Game won the poll, which is exciting for me since there will be lots of wacky TFs to plug in there :D  I'll likely get started on this one in the coming weeks, so stay tuned!

May Story Poll!

Alright, let's get this whole story-poll thing started!

Here's the deal: I'm going to list a few options to do a bit of writing on, and you get to vote on which you prefer. Everyone gets a vote, and the winner will be where I place a bit of free writing time this month.

Most of these options will be ideas I've had floating around but never got around to writing. Now you get to decide which one I flesh out. So vote! Let democracy decide what smut is produced!

The Transfer - Part 4

I don’t really know what I was expecting to happen. Maybe for some flash of light, a brief twirling sequence a la Sailor Moon where a tiara lands on my head, and suddenly I’m some idealized thinner version of myself.

That didn’t happen. I just came, and came, and came, and came. It was endless. It didn’t stop. And it felt good the whole time.

It felt so good it didn’t even occur to me what was happening for what must’ve been a few minutes. I was humping reflexively throug...

The Transfer - Part 3

Three weeks later and I had my plan. On Tuesday’s he came to the gym early since he had morning classes. At that hour there’s basically nobody there, so I could easily wave my magic fingers and charm him into the shower area. It’d be a tight fit in the disabled shower stall for the two of us, but it’d have to do.

The hardest part was waiting. I was already sweating in anticipation (or maybe it was from the walk from my car to the change room). I had most of the spell already prepared, ...

The Transfer - Part 2

I’d have to fuck him. There was no getting around it. In the two months I’d spent buried up to my ears in magical tomes the only spell that I found that would transfer an aspect of my essence (in this case, mass) to an unwilling volunteer required me to be balls deep inside them. And I’m quoting the tome on that one.

At my size it was hard enough reaching my own dick in the shower, and I had some serious misgivings about my ability to drive my rod home even in an ideal s...

The Transfer - Part 1

I honestly never thought it would happen to me.

Sure, I was big all throughout high school, but I was just a big guy, y’know? Broad shoulders, chest, I carried it well. Even did a stint in football for a while, but my nerdier tendencies just got the better of me there. Still, I was big, maybe even soft, but I wasn’t fuckin’ fat. Never fat.

But now that I’m in college, I have to admit things kinda went off the rails. That first year I put on a hundred pounds thanks to a cafeteria ...

Return Of The Jockstrap - Part 4

Joel made a ridiculous slurping noise, obviously playing up the fact that he took Eric’s entire load without even coming up for air. The noise Keith’s dick made as he removed it from Joel’s ass was equally as lewd, although somewhat less out of place. Keith then stumbled to the bed and sat down while Erick panted while leaning against the wall.

Although far more difficult than Joel could recall, he managed to get himself to his feet and surveyed the scene. At his feet was a small pud...

Patreon Update!

Hi there, Patrons!

So I’ve got some good news and bad news. The good news is that my wrist is on the mend, and as you may have noticed I’ve been able to get out a few stories here and there!

The bad news is that my work has piled up while I was off getting mended, and I’m still digging myself out of it. This means that I’ve been nowhere near making my Patreon goals for the last month or so, and that’s likely to continue.

Rather than keep breaking those promises month afte...

The Tattoo Shop - Part 3

After the tramp stamp came a larger tattoo on each of Mason’s ass cheeks, causing both to balloon to the size of furry basketballs. Then more tattoos down each leg, turning each into wide and jiggly hams. Then his calves, each now as large as most men’s thighs, were given the same treatment--alternating bear paws, hognoses, and various food items being messily scarfed by either animal.

Eventually Mason was entirely covered in colorful tattoos--a job that would normally take weeks, even mon...

The Tattoo Shop - Part 2

“Alright, done,” the tattoo artist announced, taking Mason from his thoughts of what takeout to grab on the way home. He looked down to see, just as he’d asked, a tattoo of a mouth-watering hamburger with the words “et crescere adipem manducare” written beneath it.

“It’s nice,” Mason said, guardedly. “But what do the words below it mean?”

“You like?” Asked the tattoo guy. “I know a bit of Latin. It means ‘eat and get bigger’ or something.”...

Return of the Jockstrap - Part 3

We’re back! Sort of. Turns out it was a pinched nerve, which is still making typing a chore, but we’re muscling through with the help of some physio. Things will be slow for the next little while, but I hope to get back on a regular posting schedule by next week. Until then, enjoy!

The smaller one cupped Joel’s package, but something felt strange. Despite the guy’s beefy hand, it felt like he couldn’t encompass Joel’s junk through the mesh of the jo...

No post this week

Sorry guys, but I’m going to have to take a week off. I’ve come down with Carpal Tunnel somethin’ fierce, and it’s really put me out of commission. I can barely type. 

I’m investing in ergonomic everything and a couple of wrist braces, which will hopefully get me back on track for next week.

In the meantime, I’d really appreciate some help with expenses on ergonomics, either via Ko-fi or Patreon. 

Thanks muchly,

Loakachunk

The Tattoo Shop - Part 1

“Hey, I’d like a tattoo of my girlfriend’s name. You guys do that, right?”

The man sitting behind the counter looked up from his phone with a chuckle. “Yeah, we do that. What’s your girlfriend’s name,” he asked, although the way Mason heard the word “girlfriend” made it seem like the man wasn’t particularly happy with the request.

“Jenny,” Mason replied, slapping several bills on the table. The man blinked but then snatched them up.

“Alr...

New Year's Resolution - Part 5

Nick stretched at his desk, working out the kinks from sitting for such a prolonged period. It had been a long day programming and he was glad to see it end.

From down the hall, he heard Gram let out a loud belch. It was something he’d gotten used to over the year since he’d moved in with Gram. The man was constantly eating, and consequently constantly passing gas in one form or another.

Hauling himself out of his chair, Nick was mildly dismayed to find he was stuck....

The Interview

“Thanks, Tom. I’m here with Joe Sampson, an ex-fitness coach and personal trainer who fell off the bandwagon in a big way.”

Joe blushed at the reporter’s emphasis on the word “big” even though it was probably an understatement. “Huge” might’ve been more appropriate. “Colossal”, or maybe “enormous” would’ve suited too.

“Joe is about to embark on a journey that most of us have tried at one point or another: losing weight. Only Joe plans to lose more than most:...

The Return of the Jockstrap - Part 2

Joel dreamed. He dreamed of a body he no longer recognized. He dreamed of surging flesh and bulging muscles, of impossible circumference and incredible length. He dreamed of fur-covered flesh slamming into thick slabs of meat, of sweat, spit, and oceans of cum. He dreamed that he stood in the center of it all, a monument to masculine excess and hedonism.

And then Joel awoke.

Like most mornings, Joel stared at the sun’s rays and cursed their ability to sneak through the slats of his win...

New Year's Resolution - Part 4

Gram had to use his considerable bulk to force the door open. Something was blocking the door, although Nick couldn’t see past Gram to see what it was. A few more shoves with his belly was enough to swing the door open with a loud crunch, which sounded like boxes being crushed in a compactor.

Gram could barely fit through the door and had to turn sideways just to slip into his condo. Even then, both his gut and ass brushed the edges of the doorway. As he stepped inside Nick heard more cr...

New Year's Resolution - Part 3

 Warning. Mild Slob ahead. And probably for the rest of this series.

Very few people bothered them in their little corporate dungeon. Word had gotten out that Nick had given up his battle with his office mate and their offices had turned into a foul place where few entered. Janitorial staff now drew straws every night to see who would have to empty their garbage, which usually took more than one trip.

Nick didn’t mind it. Not anymore. He didn’t even think of it as h...

A Good Teacher

His bulk was soft, and supple, and surrounding. From far below I could feel his hardness, perhaps the only hard part about him, poking at me, imploring for access. I was more than happy to allow him, but he'd have to fight his own immensity to slip inside, a struggle I found both enlightening and intensely erotic. 

You can learn a lot about a big man from how he handles his bulk. Some simply ignore it, using brute strength to overcome the obstacle of their own bodies. Those w...