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BioCorp Industries - Epilogue

That night, Darren’s roommates threw him a celebratory feast to congratulate him on his new life. Andre, barely able to squeeze his short, butterball body through door frames, lumbered himself into the living room and laid down on the floor, putting his keg tube into his mouth. Levi sat in his usual spot on the couch, his superchub body sinking perfectly into the large cavity his huge body had created. Bruce, still able to fit in the armchair, across the room, sat down heavily and prayed the chair wouldn’t break underneath his monstrous weight. The three men got to work, quickly ordering every food item that popped into their minds. They left windows open for delivery drones to deposit the food right onto their ever growing bellies, or their skinny lap as in Darren’s case. The men ate without abandon, Darren only feeling a fraction of the shame he thought he would should this ever happen to him. He fell asleep that night happily suckling fat shake from a keg tube and rubbing his taut and bloated abs.

He quickly became too occupied with stuffing himself unreasonably full every second of every day to keep up with the cleaning. Luckily, the roommates had all the money they could possibly need to hire BioCorp’s new cleaning service that would come daily. Every day, a toned and muscular man in a fitted uniform arrived to pick up all the delivery trash that accumulated, as well as replace their kegs with fresh fattening liquid.

Darren lived his life happy and fattening, watching himself grow bigger every day. It didn’t register on his mind as a particularly bad that he was growing fatter, but he was aware that he had put on some amount of weight. Walking was becoming more tiring, his belly ran into door frames and counters, standing up started to elicit grunting.

After having gained almost 100lbs, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing only an old tank top, his flabby arm chub on full display. His face, fuller with a double chin, barely recognizable from himself less than a year ago. His growing belly hung over his pubic fat, a few inches of flab exposed at the bottom of the shirt. His happy trail had expanded out with fat, all the way down to his pudgy pubic fat that grew around his once large dick. He was growing fat, and he’d only be growing even fatter as his insatiable appetite took over.

He heard the cleaning man in the living room. Peeking his head in, he saw the muscular man working quickly. “You know, I used to be in shape like you.”

The muscular man smiled to himself. “I’m sure you did, chubs.”

“Me too. I used to weigh 175lbs,” Levi added, almost comically given that him and Andre could barely stand up lately due to the amount of fat they’ve put on.

“I know, I know.” The muscular man said. “Everyone in here used to be skinny, and now all you do is fucking eat all day. That’s why I have to clean up after you, because you’re too busy eating.”

“But I’m not even that fat like Levi.” Darren said, his dick growing hard between his layers of flab. “You could still masturbate me and it might even be fun for you.”

“No way.” The housekeeper spat out. “I’m not touching a fatty like you. You’re weak, you got the injection. You gave up.”

Darren was confused about what the man was saying, so he went back to his room and started playing with his plump nipples while he rocked back and forth, his belly jiggling perfectly on top of his dick, until he busted loads of cum all over the bedsheets. Ah, well, one more thing for the housekeeper to take care of.

Andre was the first roommate to stop standing up. His immense flab took up the entire double sized bed he now lived on. It creaked like it could break any day now, but the drones kept bringing him food. The housekeeper kept changing out his keg, his thighs spread out even more, his belly rose like dough, and his once handsome face got even more lost in lard.

Bruce sucked in his expansive, round belly as he entered Andre’s room and looked at Derren with a smile.

“I don’t want to get so fat I can’t get up.” Darren said flatly, putting a handful of chips into his mouth.

Bruce thought for a second. “Well, what do we need to stand up for? I don’t know about you, but getting up is harder for me by the day. I won’t mind it so much if I become too fat to stand.”

“Well… when you put it like that it might not be so bad. Anyway, I’m thinking of ordering Potbelly’s again tonight.”

Levi soon took his last steps in the living room before permanently laying down on his couch never to be able to get up again. A few months later, the same happened to Bruce in his room.

Darren lumbered around the apartment as a drone dropped off food into the living room. He was waddling lately, his body having become so fat his massive thighs couldn’t walk normally anymore. He sucked in his jiggling belly as he entered Bruce’s room, thinking of offering to wash him down. Of course, the live-in housekeeper could take care of that, but Darren still liked to think of himself as helpful even as he fattened himself so big that he would, of course, be a burden to anyone he lived with soon enough.

Looking at Bruce, the huge man’s face lost in layers and layers of blubber, he seemed happy. His fat fingers grabbing cake and messily shoving it into his mouth as he watched his favorite show. ‘That wouldn’t be so bad,’ Darren thought. ‘I guess Bruce was right. All that I do now is sit around, eat, and masturbate. What do I need to be walking around for?’

Eventually Darren started to have trouble fitting through the door frames himself due to his size. His fat rolls would get caught in the frame, and he was getting scratches from shoving his blubber through. He got up less and less, until one day he didn’t get up again. He spent his days eating relentlessly and jiggling his massive belly on top of his buried dick until he came inside his fat folds. Never did his previous job or life pop into his mind. The only thing he thought of would be where his next meal would be deposited to him from, or how long it’d be before he could gather the energy to pleasure himself again.

BioCorp Industries had successfully taken over.

Content Updates

Saw the results of the recent poll and it looks like you fatasses are getting an epilogue to the BioCorps Industry story sometime this upcoming weekend - hope you like reading about extreme sizes as much as you like growing yourself that big for me you fat fucks

In other news your growing engorged bodies have me feeling inspired to make a new POV audio in the next few weeks. I have some ideas of scenarios I like imagining yall fatten up in (such as a more NSFW fwb audio about a guy who watches you get fatter every time he sees you, you get cursed by a cocky gym jock to grow fatter, you move into a house with a feeder as his trophy pig, mayhe something with less teasing and humiliation and more soft dom vibes, etc) but I'm opening the comments on this post to any suggestions that will make your fat little piggy dicks leak and get your tubby sausage fingers reaching for food.

Most of the feedback I get from private messages is that the stuff I post gets you horny and eating. Knowing that the content I post inspires yall to gorge yourselves even fatter for me is the reason I created this page. Even with the positive feedback, at the end of the day I'm here to provide a service that turns you on and keeps you eating and growing fatter for me. Any suggestions of what you want to see are always welcome, whether in the comments on this post or in a private message on here or grommr.

I take every suggestion into consideration, but I have to think about what'll get the most of you fatties stuffing yourself more. Therefor I'm more inclined to choose topics that are more of an interest to the general kink than something more niche such as macro, blueberry, or vore. If you're interested in a custom commission for something more niche, feel free to private message me.

TLDR: keep eating and get more obese for me fat boys

BioCorp Industies Poll

Are you interested in an epilogue of what happens in the BioCorp Industries story after Darren gets the injection? It'd include very, very large sizes.

BioCorp Industries Part 3

Two months later

> Bruce: hey, want to grab dinner like we used to? i’ll bring levi

> Darren: Yea, I think some normalcy would be nice right now. I’ll get Andre dressed

Getting Andre dressed wasn’t as easy of a feat as it might sound. Andre, having well surpassed 300lbs and quickly heading to the 350s, no longer had any clothes that fit him. Any stores with big clothing quickly sold out, and shipments of anything in the area lately were sparce, as most delivery drivers had taken the injection within the first month. Getting Andre, and similarly Levi, dressed mostly consisted of convincing the large man that you’d go get his favorite food if he lifted his flabby arms up long enough to get him in a shirt that at least kind of covered his massively fattened torso. Shorts or pants at this point were out of the question. Andre’s thighs had grown to be bigger than modest tree trunks, aggressively rubbing when he walked. His growing, flabby belly had a deep enough navel that he loved to stick his chubby fingers in and finger when he ate. His chest had swelled into two fattened, succulent moobs that jiggled when he walked, and even his hands had become chubby. No sign that he ever worked out remained, he was a transformed man, huge ass and all.

As Darren wrestled the tight shirt around Andre’s plump tits, he grabbed Andre’s softened hand and dragged him to their favorite burger joint, ignoring the complaints of how sweaty all the walking was making him. He looked over at Andre, the big man shining with sweat on his brow, and his belly having several streams coming out of his fat rolls. This couldn’t possibly be his chronically unemployed friend with a disciplined diet and 6 workouts a week, could it?

In addition, Darren had long since gotten used to the public nudity that was becoming more prevalent in his city by the day. Andre’s huge, hairy ass out on display and his shrunken, fat pad covered dick were sights that any other resident in town had seen many times at this point. Initially starting off as chubby men walking around in tight briefs and shirts that exposed navels, over the last few months those same men had grown into sizes that just couldn’t be covered by their clothes any longer. Now, more men than not left the house with their blubber covered genitalia on display.

Andre and Darren arrived at the self-serving restaurant and waited in the queue with the many other exposed men in various stages of outgrowing their clothes. Soon Bruce showed up with a a tall, broad shouldered, smooth, and overly fattened Levi. Bruce had somehow wrangled the chubbed up man into a jock strap that had his fat pad spilling out and lardy ass threatening to break in the back, but for the time being it remained intact.

Darren gave Bruce a waive from ahead, knowing Andre would never give up their place in the queue. They quickly got their food and sat down, Andre’s portions ever growing. Luckily for them, the restaurant’s dining area was fairly bare as most of the men in town had been injected and preferred to eat in the comfort of their own gluttonous homes.

As soon as Darren saw the sheer amount of food on Bruce’s tray that he’d ordered, he known exactly what had happened. “Oh fuck, Bruce. Don’t tell me you got injected?”

Bruce, already greedily unwrapping a burger and speaking in between bites, looked down, disappointed. “I had to man, no other option for income. Couldn’t take any trains out of town, couldn’t rent a car, couldn’t catch a flight to go stay with my family. Everyone’s getting injected, nobody’s working. It was the only option.”

Darren looked at his three friends sitting around him at the table stacked high with food. Each of the three men gluttonously shoving food into their mouths. Even Bruce, who still had some reservation and shame with his gluttony, kept the food entering his mouth. Salty fries, juicy burgers dribbling grease down his chin, soda after soda causing his washboard abs to bloat out more as he released a heavy belch.

“But don’t worry, I won’t end up like these two,” Bruce said, slapping Levi’s moob with the back of his burger. “I’m resuming my home workouts tomorrow.”

“Great. Perfect. Resume the home workout tomorrow.” Darren said, having heard this story all before.

An audible snap came from Levi’s chair, Darren quickly got up to make sure everything was okay. “Sorry guys,” Levi said, rubbing deep circles in his blubbery belly. “I think my jock strap just busted off.”

—---

It wasn’t long before Darren insisted on moving himself and Andre into Bruce and Levi’s apartment. Bruce answered the door on the move in day burping, his overstuffed belly peeking out underneath his shirt, his biceps still showing some of their muscle mass that was quickly being overtaken with fat.

“It’s really not necessary for you to move in here, Darren.” Bruce said, not offering to help move any of the boxes Darren had brought with him. “I appreciate the offer for you to help me take care of Levi given my current condition, but this really is just a bulk.” He finished with a flex.

One look at Bruce’s fattening buttocks was all it took for Darren to know that Bruce would soon be blowing up to a size similar to their other two friends.

Quickly the men settled into their routine. Bruce slept in his room, Andre moved into Levi’s room, Levi slept in the living room (the couch had a growing indent that fit his ballooning body perfectly), and Darren made a makeshift bedroom in their home office.

Darren’s work office was shut down not too long after moving in, and his position was shifted to a work from home position. He spent his days analyzing data for work and looking into BioCorp’s business ventures, seeing that they were offering their deal to more and more cities around the world as he tried to expose them online. As much as he felt he should abandon his city in search of a normal life elsewhere, his friends kept him there as he was afraid they’d become too big to take care of themselves if he left. There was no end to the gluttony in sight.

After 4 months of living together, things had started to feel relatively normal. Darren never stopped his efforts to expose what BioCorp had been doing to their citizens, but any material he posted on the internet never seemed to get any exposure beyond a few comments talking about how obviously fake all of his content is. Despite this, the routine of waking up, passing out breakfast deliveries for his roommates, working his job, cleaning and passing out more food in between, then doing a home workout to stay in shape, seemed to happen naturally. They were settling in so much that it was not uncommon for Darren to play some video games or watch a tv show with his friends in the evening.

Their sedentary lifestyle and the sheer volume of food they consumed took a toll on their bodies, of course. Bruce never did that home workout he promised Darren, instead having grown to quite chubby proportions. When the deliveries of kegs filled with delicious fattening liquid showed up, Bruce was the first to try it. Within seconds of Darren finishing the installation process, Bruce was suckling the keg like a teet, his chubby thighs holding up his swelling body against the wall. Levi and Andre opted for tubes attached to their kegs so they could sip and suck down the liquid calories while they concentrated on their video games. Darren posted a video of their keg filled living room similar to the one he once saw of Las Vegas, although he liked to think the quality of his video was much better.

As Darren watched his friends grow, their libidos went into overdrive. He was responsible for sucking their growing moobs, reaching into their pubic fat and fishing out their shrinking, rock hard dicks, masturbating them, fucking them when he was up for it. As each of their asses grew fatter, Darren grew an attraction to each of the men, taking to fucking them as he pleased. While he was lathering Andre’s behemoth body in the shower, Darren couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by the hefty rack Andre had grown, sucking on his moobs passionately. Aggressively Darren had turned Andre around, getting down on his knees. He ate out the large man’s ass, his beard tickling the fat man’s hole as he moaned in pleasure, the only time food wasn’t on his mind.

Despite how uncontrollably fat his roommates had become, Bruce surpassing 300lbs and Levi and Andre expanding into the 400s, Darren had started to become accustomed to his new life. That was, until he got the email saying that BioCorp bought out the company he works for. Darren was laid off, and desperate to find a way to find the income required to buy his own food, hygiene products, and pay the portion of his rent and utilities the city still required despite the wealth of his roommates.

Desperate to find work, Darren set out to internet job postings only to find little luck. He ran around the deserted city, hoping to find someone somewhere offering a job. He was unlucky, only finding naked obese men wandering the streets in search of their next binge. He wanted to help them, he really did, but his apartment was already overcrowded and his roommates only growing bigger. The sheer volume of fat men, stupid with hunger, wandering the streets, restaurants, and public transit shocked Darren. Last he had heard at work over 90% of the town had gotten injected, but he couldn’t find anyone athletic in the whole town, let alone someone coherent enough to offer him a job.

As the weeks turned into months, Darren knew what would happen. There was only one option. After his savings had depleted and his bank account ran dry, a skinny Darren headed over to the BioCorp office. He had barely eaten in the last weeks, a couple times even breaking his vow not to eat his roommate’s food in case BioCorp did anything to tamper with it.

As Darren entered the luxurious office building with marbled tiled floors and gold accents, he checked the comments on his most recent videos exposing life in his city post BioCorp.

>“Fake af”

>“You just stole that other guys idea”

>“@smithy789 new biocorp lore just dropped 😍"

He put away his phone as a very muscular man in a lab coat greeted him.

“We’re happy to get you setup with your biometric chip today, sir. Just take a seat and we’ll call you in when we’re ready.”

Darren left the building with his wrist tender, his bank account full of money from a promotional bonus, and his stomach growling. Immediately he spotted his favorite burger joint from across the street. He waited impatiently in the queue of fat, naked men for his turn. His tray was stacked high with food as he scanned his wrist across the biometric reader at the cashier station.

Sitting down and immediately started to stuff his face, an extreme hunger overcame Darren that could only be satisfied by eating everything on the tray in front of him.

‘Don’t worry,’ he thought to himself. ‘If I just go back to eating light tomorrow and do my home workout, I’ll be able to live a normal life.’

----- Thinking about writing an epilogue 🤔 -----

Biocorp Industries Part 2

Later that day Darren shut off his computer to leave the office. Several people in his building had already left to take BioCorp’s deal, but many still remained compared to other industries. Working in pharmaceuticals, Darren knew most of his colleagues were just as scared of the injection as he was.

That being said, the general population certainly was not particularly afraid. As Darren walked down the street to the nearest tram station, he couldn’t help but wonder if every chubby man he saw had received the injection. Some were more obvious than others, presenting similarly to Levi. Overly bloated stomachs, growing into bellies, stuffed into tight shirts. Shorts and pants that were unbuttoned yet still tight, or elastic waistbands clearly digging into freshly plumpened flesh. Darren passed a Mcdonalds, the dine-in queue filled with dozens of annoyed looking chubby men, all carrying bloated bellies and fattened rears waiting for the automated food delivery system to drop their greasy sack of fat and salt into their hands. In the smaller delivery queue, delivery drones quickly picked up their heavy orders and flew out through the windows, leaving the chubby men drooling at the smell.

On the tram to Andre’s place, Darren had to stand as many of the plump men on transit had used several seats to carry immense amounts of food home. Darren shuddered at the fact that these unemployed men were going to head straight home and gorge on thousands and thousands of calories until it was time to wake up and repeat the process tomorrow. Every day they’d be waking up chubbier, fatter, their clothes just a bit tighter. Unitil what? How long could they just keep getting fatter? When would be the end of this insane growth?

Darren knocked on Andre’s studio apartment door. He waited, knocked again. After waiting 3 times he used the spare key under the welcome mat to enter.

“Hey Andre, just here to check on you.” Darren said, the warm apartment air hitting his face. Along with the stale heat came the unpleasant odor of what could only be assumed to be weeks worth of fast food deliveries littering Andre’s floor.

On the small bed at the back of the room layed a fattened Andre, half naked. Wearing a tanktop that probably hadn’t fit in 40lbs, his exposed, hairy belly rose and fell with every deep breath. Darren did a double take at his friend, seeing how chubby his face had become, and how tight his jock strap was. ‘I guess the one good thing about this is that his ass went from flat to a big ass bubble butt’ Darren thought to himself as he took a good look at the hairy globes Andre had been growing. His dick grew hard, but he quickly turned his attention to the scene at hand.

He checked Andre’s phone, it was dead. The laptop with a delivery screen next to him was still on, so at least that indicated that Andre was still cognizant enough to order food.

“Hey buddy,” Darren said, shaking Andew’s softened shoulder. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

Andres' sleepy eyes fluttered open. “Ah hey, yeah, sorry about the mess. Let me just put in a delivery real quick and then I’ll clean up this place. What are you doing here?” He asked, reaching for his laptop.

“I’m here to check in on you, we hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks.”

Andre's eyes were glued to his screen. After a few more clicks he looked back at Darren. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

Darren sighed. “I said we hadn’t heard from you in a few weeks. I think it’d be best if you come stay with me for a while.”

“No man, then I’ll have to change all my delivery addresses. And I don’t even think you have a Dangerous Donut’s near your place.

“Lucky for you, one just opened up last week down the street. But, Andre, do you even realize what’s happening here?”

“What do you mean?”

Darren grabbed his phone and picture of Andre, his bulbous belly out on display. He showed the picture to Andre “Do you realize how much weight you’ve gained since your injection?”

Andre’s eyes widened. “No way that’s what I look like bro.” He stood up to get a good look at himself in his standing mirror. His face turned to stone as he jiggled his belly and bounced his plump butt. “I got fat as hell.” He took off his shirt, exposing his girth. He cupped a moob in his hand, and his dick noticeably stiffened in his jock strap.

“Yea, but we can get you back on the right track at my place.”

“Let me just…” Andre said, stroking his dick from outside his jockstrap.

“Just… what?”

“Let me just get you to fuck me real quick. I’m so horny and food’s on the way.”

Darren made a face, his dick stiffening in his dress pants. “No man, this is sick. You’re fat as hell, the last thing I want to do is… fuck you.”

Andre, unconvinced by Darren’s stammering, started unbuttoning Darren’s shirt, his own prominent belly pressing against Darren’s flat torso. Darren grabbed one of Andre’s budding moobs and twisted the nipple a bit. Andre moaned, grabbing at Darren’s hardened cock and playing with it before unbuttoning the tall man’s pants. Darren looked down at the chubby man and ripped down his jock strap, exposing his dick slowly being swallowed by a layer of pubic blubber. He started to jerk off Andre, sending the once fit man’s chubby body shaking.

“I need to be fucked.” Andre said, full of lust.

Darren turned the porky man around and took a good look at his plump back, rolls and all. No more toned obliques, just flab and love handles. Down further was the fattest ass Darren had seen in a long time. Furry and plump with new fat, Darren bent Andre over and spread his chunky cheeks. He inserted himself, pounding that fattened man and sending every new pound shaking. Within minutes he was pumping the chubby man full of cum dripping out.

As soon as they were done, Andre’s ass still dripping cum, the delivery drone dropped off the food order. Immediately Andre started eating his fried rice, sitting on his cum filled ass.

“This is why you’re coming to live with me,” Darren said, slightly turned on by the hedonism but slightly disgusted at the same time.

—-------------------

A month later

The sounds of Levi blaring the TV in the living room made it hard for Darren to hear Bruce at their apartment. “You wouldn’t believe it, Darren. The city is shutting down my gym, my whole business. These BioCorp mandates are getting ridiculous, how am I supposed to pay my bills?” Bruce’s shaved head wrinkled as he thought.

“You’re not thinking about getting the injection, are you?” Darren asked earnestly.

“Hell no, man. You should see the fatasses who’d been coming into my gym asking me if we served donuts. Their clothes didn’t even fit, and yet they come into my gym asking me for donuts!’ The sound of Levi opening a box of something in the living room gave the conversation an ominous shift.

It was true, Bruce had been struggling to make ends meet at work for months now. Ever since the injections started, less and less people had been showing up. It was not uncommon for Bruce to be training a ripped man on bench presses one day, and then have him show up weeks later, gym clothes tight casing his bulging belly like a sausage, and asking if they sell any food. They’d come back days later, somehow even fatter, and begging to be fed or fucked. It took a toll on Bruce, watching his favorite clients swell with lard day after day.

“I’d gotten by on selling protein bars for awhile, those BioCorps credits are just as good as any other money, but the shipments stopped after awhile,” Bruce explained. “They offered to fill my vending machines with chips and sodas, but I thought that’d be a bad business decision. If only I had known…”

“Hey guys!” Levi called from the living room, scratching his bulbous belly. “Delivery just got here.”

Darren let out a deep sigh. “I’ll get this one. I know you’ve got enough shit to deal with right now.”

As Darren spent the next several minutes bringing in stacks upon stacks of food from the local fried chicken place, Levi got increasingly more aroused looking at Darren’s fit physique. He pulled his tightened briefs down to his thick ankles and sat back, his bulging belly rising in the air. His throbbing dick stood at attention, leaking at the thought of Darren’s touch.

“Jesus Levi, can you please put that thing away?” Darren asked, setting down the last bag of mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and gravy.

Levi grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and shoved it into his mouth. “Please Darren…” He moaned. “I need to be masturbated. And Bruce won’t do it like I know you will.”

Bruce was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Thinking about his friend's situation, Darren took a seat next to Levi and started stroking his dick. Back in the day Darren and Levi would fool around casually, but this time it seemed off. Feeling his fattened friend’s soft, bulging love handles pressed into his well kept abs wasn’t the same as the hot sex they’d had where Levi wasn't shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. He used to have pecs, now they were moobs that were bouncing. Within minutes of Darren’s firm stroking, Levi came all over his belly, the wet cum masking a few of his new stretch marks.

Darren soon left, knowing why Bruce had left the room and how upset he was now that he had no income. What was he going to do about BioCorp? They were turning two of his best friends into complete fatasses begging to be fucked. He needed to come up with a solution quick, before the whole town chubbed over.

** Part 3 coming out next week

BioCorp Industries Part 1

**** In this story, taking place in the near future, men are offered a deal they just can't resist. Will Darren be able to stop BioCorp from fattening the whole city, or will the town follow in a downwards spiral into gluttony? ****

“No man, it’s totally legit.” Andre said, waiving his wrist over the cashier’s biometric scanner. “You’ll see, and you’ll regret you kept your boring job for so long!”

Darren rolled his eyes, tapping his outdated card against the cashier station’s scanner. “You’ll do anything that avoids you getting a legitimate job. I almost trusted the vids I’ve been seeing on this, but I know it’s fake if you’re getting involved.” Suddenly his method of payment was making him feel a bit primitive compared to his friend’s new tech.

“We’re not even the first city that BioCorp has helped, Darren. Didn’t you see what they did for Las Vegas a few years back? Completely revolutionary, it’s the way of the future. Universal base income, no job required, and it even includes an unlimited food budget. You gotta stop hating.”

Darren grabbed his turkey burger and sweet potato fries off the automated delivery tray. “Whatever you say, man. It’s your livelihood at risk if this whole thing falls through. And besides, Vegas’ obesity rates skyrocketed within the first year BioCorp took over.”

The two of them made their way back to their table to sit with their other friends. Together the four of them made a fairly handsome bunch, easily grabbing the attention of any man walking into the burger joint.

Andre’s biceps bulged as he set his ridiculously fully packed tray down on the table. Bruce’s dark eyes widened as he caught a glance at the shorter man’s overpacked tray. “Damn man, did you order for the whole table?”

“No but check this out.” Andre said, pointing at the bandage on his wrist with a scruffy grin. “Got injected by BioCorp today. This is just part of their free food package.”

“I still can’t believe you’re being their guinea pig,” Darren said, concern showing in his brow. “I just finished analyzing the data for the office last week. The average person gained over 200lbs from the time Biocorp showed up to the end of last quarter.”

Levi chucked, stealing a burger off of Andre’s stack piled high. While definitely leaning towards the muscular side, Levi was no stranger to piles of food himself. Him and Andre had always been the two who enjoyed food the most in the group; Levi’s smooth, fluffy stomach and hefty pecs showing beneath his tight tank top demonstrating his weakness for food. “Must be pretty good for your bulking season if this is the amount of food that the biometric injection gets you.”

Andre smiled even bigger. “No more temp work either, so I just get to hit the gym every day and try all the new food in town. This is going to be one hell of a bulking season.”

The boys got back to talking about life, how their jobs were going, how their dating lives sucked or how their fuck went last night. All the usual topics of a group of mid to late 20 year olds. They were so engrossed in conversation that Darren would be the only one who noticed that Andre was able to eat every burger and fry packed high on his tray without struggle.

Unsettled by the inhuman amount of food that an in shape, 5’7 man could stuff into himself, Darren went home to his modest apartment and looked more into BioCorps’ invasion of Las Vegas. The package seemed pretty promising on paper. You receive universal basic income equal to 150% of your previous year’s earnings, cost of living raises yearly, loyalty program bonuses, and unlimited free food. The only catch? You have to exclusively use their biometric injected chip for all transactions.

Darren dug a bit deeper into the depths of his internet search. Why was nobody outside of work talking about what happened with Vegas’ average weight increase? All the news stories he could find were singing praises of what amazing things BioCorp were doing for the city. After a few hours of research, he stumbled upon a forum with a link to a blurry video that would solidify his choice to never get the BioCorp injection. The low quality video, shaky in its filming, showed a nightmarish scene of a thin man walking through a dim hallway in an unknown building.

The audio was difficult to discern, but Darren could catch bits and pieces through his American accent. “... and that’s when the gyms closed. After that none of the clothes… and so much food everywhere… the kegs delivered… Look at this shit, look here.” The man came to the end of the hallway and flipped his device’s camera to pan to a bedroom sized room with 2 super obese men in nothing but small t-shirts that barely cover their plump and expansive man boobs. While otherwise naked, their manhood was hidden by the plumpness of their expansive thighs and bellies. Both men were apparently in ecstasy, sucking thick liquid from tubes coming out of kegs attached high on the wall. Their large, rounded bellies seemed to grow bigger by the second as they greedily sucked down the thick liquid. The video ended abruptly.

Darren quickly sent a link to the video to the group chat.

> Darren: *Attachment sent* You guys call me paranoid, but there’s a video of the weird shit in Vegas going on.

> Levi: You are paranoid. That video looks like it was filmed on a toaster and made for views

> Bruce: it’s still sketchy, i’m not getting injected anytime soon

> Darren: If at all. I’m telling you guys that the datasets we’ve been receiving at work are insane

> Andre: I’ll be sure to keep this all in mind tomorrow morning when I’m swiping for donuts :D

> Bruce: 🤦🏾‍♂️

—----------

A month later in his office cubicle, Darren’s personal phone lit up with Levi’s golden-locked, strong jawed contact picture.

He answered the call. “Hey what’s up?”

Levi’s voice was hushed in a whisper. “Yo man guess where Andre and I are at?”

“It is Tuesday at noon, but I’m guessing Andre didn’t come to pay you a surprise visit at work, huh?”

“Nah fuck that shit. Marketing was bullshit and it’ll always be bullshit.”

“So where are you two, then?” Darren asked, his stomach sinking.

“We’re waiting for my injection appointment at BioCorps. You and Bruce need to get your asses down here and get on this deal!”

“You can’t be serious. Go back and watch that video, do you really want our city to end up like that?”

Levi chuckled, “Guess Andre and I are goners! Hey I gotta go, but let’s meet up for sushi tonight.”

“Wait no, it’s only been a month and Andre’s already looking-” The call ended as Levi had hung up. Darren ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair and sighed. He looked over to his mini fridge containing a salad and sparkling water. ‘Maybe if I keep up my healthy routine not too much will change around here’ he thought to himself.

That night at the sushi restaurant, Darren immediately noticed how much more busy the place seemed to be than the last time they went. Servers darted around frantically, carrying trays filled with sushi rolls, tempura, and desserts. Darren found his friends at a table in the back, Andre and Levi already digging into their individual sushi platters with a few empty plates stacked on the table.

Bruce gave Darren a knowing side eye. “Apparently they came here after Levi’s injection and have been eating ever since.”

Levi looked up from his california roll. “Dude you’ve got to try this, here this roll is on me.”

“No thanks,” Darren said, eying the roll with suspicion. In that moment he promised himself to never eat anything bought from a BioCorp transaction. “I think I want something a little lighter.”

“Yea you two are making me want a side salad tonight.” Bruce added, his hand absentmindedly running over his washboard abs. “Especially Andre.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Andre asked, his chubbier cheeks full of fried calamari. In the last month Andre had gained a considerable amount of weight. His fitted t-shirt hugged his bloated belly, a thin sliver of pudgy, hairy flesh exposing itself down at the bottom. It was quite a change considering that his chronically unemployed status over the years had allowed for plenty of time in the gym and a toned physique. Now his scruffy cheeks were filled out and an inch or two of thickness spread all over his plumped body.

“It means you’ve gotten fat since you got injected.” Bruce said matter of factly.

“Hey,” Levi interjected, mouth half full. “He’s not fat, he’s just on a bulk. We are about to get shredded.”

“When does the cut start?” Darren asked.

“Well, I’ve had a lot to do this last month, but Levi and I start hitting the gym like crazy tomorrow.”

Darren looked to Bruce, Levi and Bruce had been living together for years. “Can you make sure that happens? We don’t need two Andres in this group”

“I’ll do my best,” Bruce promised.

—-----

A few months later ->

> Darren: Data just came in at the office for this quarter. Apparently over 50% of our city has the BioCorp injection

> Bruce: that explains a lot of the weird shit going on, didn’t realize the numbers were so high.

> Darren: How’s Levi been?

> Bruce: becoming less interested in anything but food by the day since biocorp mandated mandatory delivery service

> Darren: Oof. Still no gym?

> Bruce: still no gym

> Darren: I think I should check on Andre after work. It’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve heard from him

> Bruce: good idea. keep me updated

> Darren: Of course, you too.

> Bruce: *Attachment sent* -a picture of Levi on the couch, shirtless and watching tv. His previously fluffy stomach had expanded out to a smooth, rounded and distended belly that sat on his chunky thighs. His once muscular pecs were covered in several layers of fat, and stuck out in either direction. He was surrounded by fast food trash, and had several open boxes of pizza in front of him.-

> Darren: Fuck, he’s fatter by the day.

> Bruce: unfortunately

**Part 2 coming next week

POV Audio- Office Job Makes You Fat

You got a sweet new job at the office, but you're also a lazy fucking glutton. Will this gig turn out to be the big career move you're hoping for, or will it end up becoming something much, much more fattening? Put on some headphones, grab something to shove down your fat fucking throat, and come see how your new jobs goes.

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Update:

Alright fatties I recently moved countries and have been very busy settling in, but rest assured that I have plenty of ideas for audio POVs that I'd like to make plus a gainer story in the works. I know your little piggy dicks are leaking for more content that'll keep you horny and eating, so let me know if you're liking what i post by liking the content on, leaving comments, or messaging me on here or on grommr. If you can pull yourself away from the fridge for long enough, suggestions for inspiration and constructive feedback are always welcome.

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I'm so horny today for a big fat ass. I know you've been eating a lot lately, and you've been growing too. Look at how fucking fat you are, porky. Youre growing nice, suckable moobs, they even jiggle when you walk. Your clothes are tighter and tighter by the day, you're bursting buttons and stuffing your fat fucking face more and more. I love what a big obese glutton you're turning yourself into. I love how you're struggling to bend over, to tie your shoes, to reach around that huge belly and reach your dick. Sit back and chug this gainer shake, fatty. I'll take care of everything else, all you have to do is eat and grow fatter for me 😈

POV Audio- Wrestling Team Weight Gain

You're the team captain of a college wrestling team and your coach has some pretty unconventional ideas for your team this season. Sit back, grab a big snack, and listen to what happens as you and your teammates mindlessly obey your coach's orders.

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Rise and shine porky. Time to get fatter for me 💕

Audio POV- You join a clinical trial to test out a new appetite enhancer

I know you fatties have all wanted a magical pill that makes you more obese by the day. Sit back, grab a fattening snack, and explore that fantasy in this 23 minute POV.

Fatty Humiliation

Fuck you've gotten big, huh? Let me tell you about it, porky.

Tribe of Overindulgence

*This story follows a professor studying an indigenous tribe that glorifies obesity. During his studies a magical relic is discovered, and mass fattening ensues.* 

A drop of sweat falls from Professor Ben Russo’s forehead, glistening as it drops in the morning sun. He’s been holding tree pose for several minutes and the humidity is sweltering, covering his hairy, muscled torso, appendages, and shaved head in a sheen of dewy sweat. His thick brow is heavy with focus, his amber eyes could pierce someone if they were to walk by. Ben feels his loincloth slipping down his sculpted rear, but he feels no shame as he finishes his morning yoga.

Pulling up his loincloth to make himself decent again, Ben packs up his mat and stores it away in the ivory stone hut he’s been staying in since he arrived. While the lack of air conditioning and thatched roofing aren’t the amenities he’s grown used to back in the US, Ben has found that the tribe giving him a whole hut to himself during his stay has been a very generous offering. The recently discovered Penguis tribe are not well known, but their generosity has been duly noted in the archive of research Ben has been collecting during his stay.

After filling a large urn with his water for the day from the well at the edge of the village and freshening up for the day, Ben mentally prepares himself to greet the new friends he’s made. Every day since arrival has been a struggle not to inappropriately intermingle with the villagers. While Ben would normally be attracted to the few in the village that remain toned and athletic, his attention from day one has been hyper-focused on the bodies of the largely obese men who dominate the population. Their bodies, like succulently juicy bacon cooked in the unrelenting sun, stay in Ben’s head day in and day out. The jiggle of a large belly as one laughed, the dribble of rich milk onto a plump moob, thighs so full of lard they rub together and chafe the men if they are found walking too much. These images float around Ben’s mind and it is no wonder that about 10% of them must remain thin in order to tend to crops, livestock, and prepare the necessary abundance that the tribe consumes.

Ben makes his way to the center of the village to help the other in shape men prepare breakfast for the large ones who will sleep in. Over a large fire the men prepare an abundance of eggs, sausage, and grains drowned in cream and honey served in comically large wooden bowls. They bring these meals to their heavy village members one by one, waking them for the day of gluttony ahead.

Walking into a stone hut similar to his, Ben tries not to make too much noise as to not wake the two sleeping men that occupy the residency. Carxin, the smaller of the two, does not sink into his overly stuffed straw bed nearly as much as his larger counterpart. When Ben first arrived 6 months ago, Carxin was what Ben would’ve described as a twink. Very skinny, his smooth, bronzed body almost looking malnourished. He was very funny, always cracking jokes with Ben as they prepared breakfast for the rest of the men. He noted in his journal that it seemed that if you weren’t one of the fat, you had to compensate socially somehow. For Carxin, it was his wit that granted him what he got. After Ben’s third week there, during one of the village’s ceremonies, Carxin got chosen by the Village Fattest to move from being a cartaker to being one of the obese. Since then, his lithe body has been ballooning out in an uncontrolled manner.

Sleeping on his side, his uncovered plump ass exposed, Ben takes in the sight of his younger friend's recently fattened body. Inches and inches of lard have covered his exposed body, from his twiggy arms puffing into doughy, sausage like appendages to the basketball and a half sized belly that has accumulated on his stomach. His lovehandles, fresh with stretch marks, jiggle ever so slightly as he breaths heavily. His ass, which Ben had been used to seeing back in its flat days when Carxin’s loincloth inevitably slipped down, has expanded into two large globes that stick on the chubby man’s backside. Even while asleep, it is easy for Ben to see the changes from Carxin’s once sharp jawline to a double chin and full cheeks that he eagerly fills with food. Upon first arrival, Carxin was no temptation but now it takes everything within Ben to resist poking and prodding the plump man in the bed.

On the other side of the hut lays Garnt, fully exposed as well. He snores softly, sending waves of jiggles down his double chin, to his pale moobs, and finally stopping at his ocean of a belly scattered with hair. Ben took Garnt’s weight upon first arrival, 452lbs, but he is sure that that number has slowly crept up by looking at how much the man’s moobs push against his large belly. Above his thighs, pushing at each other as if they’re fighting, is his morning wood. At least, what can be seen of it. While Ben is sure Garnt once had a sizely member, now all that can be seen is the erect tip of the head that pokes out through all the surrounding, bulging pubic fat.

Ben shakes Garnt’s hefty shoulder gently, it is soft to the touch and very warm. “Good morning, fat one.” Ben says in the village’s native language. “I brought you your morning feast.”

Garnt’s eyes flutter open, growing eager at the sight of food. His face is quite handsome, he once had a very square jaw that his short beard would have complimented well. Now it does little to hide his gluttonous ways. “Thank you, American. Always nice to have a big breakfast on such a big day.” Ben helps heave Garnt to a sitting position while he shoves his face in the large bowl and starts to scarf down his breakfast piggisihly.

Ben wakes up Carxin with a gentle shaking of his lovehandle, right where the skin has been stretched taut with new blubber. “Good morning, growing one. It looks like all the eating from this past week has rewarded you with a few new marks on your chubby sides.”

“Thank you, skinny American.” Carix replies sleepily. “Maybe if you stick around long enough the Village Fattest will appoint you as one of us. Until then, you may keep wishing you had these.” He says with a jiggle to his flabby sides. Ben laughs, and gives the fattened man his breakfast with a light pat on his belly.

Ben heads back to the food to continue serving food to the rest of the fat villagers as they wake up. At the station, he runs into one of his closest friends, Kam, a favorite of Garnt.

“Hey Kam, I think Garnt will need to be pleasured this morning. He seemed pretty fertile.” Ben tells his friend, still not over the handsome man’s beauty. While he is one of the in shape villagers, Ben can’t help but to gawk a bit at the man’s rugged demeanor. Heavily muscled from

head to toe, the tall man sports a shaggy haircut parted down the middle, piercings in his nose and eyebrows, and a tight loincloth that hugs his thickened glutes a little too much to be completely comfortable. Ben thought that Kam’s long and girthy dick was a third leg the first day he arrived, but has since learned better. It is a shame that the Adonis of a man hates his body, and spends his days envious of the fattened men he feeds.

Kam smiles at the thought of pleasuringGarnt. “It would be my pleasure. I only hope that his busted load provides me with the nourishment to grow as big as him”. His dick grows visible in his loincloth.

Ben notices, and is turned on by the thought himself. “Well,” he says. “There is a ceremony tonight. You have the strongest presence amongst those of us who remain athletic. Who is to say you will not be chosen tonight?”

“It is but a dream, American.” Kam responds with a flex of his large biceps and washboard abs. He appears to be in his late 20s but is by no means past his prime as there is not an ounce of excess fat on his body. “They need my naturally strong body to pleasure the villagers and take care of the livestock. If I were to grow helplessly obese, then who would have the stamina for such activities?”

Ben looks around at the dozens of athletic men, all of who are fit enough to take care of the village. “I’m sure the village would find a way.” Ben says with a playful wink and a rubbing of the rugged man’s intimidating abs, right along his sharp V line.

Kam fixes another monstrous bowl of breakfast food and trots over the Garnt’s hut. Garnt, laying against the wall after just having finished his first breakfast looks at Kam hungrily, his round eyes begging for pleasure. Kam looks down and sees what’s left of Garnt’s dick is leaking precum, throbbing in the blubber at the sight of such a man as him. Kam sets the bowl of food on the fat man’s belly and climbs onto the bed, his mouth suctioning to Gart’s dick like it was made to fit there. The large man iss slippery in the morning’s humidity, and he smells sweet like the syrups used so commonly in his diet. Kam reaches up to play with a massive, blubbery moob but instead grabs a much smaller one by accident. Carxin had waddled himself onto the straw bedding, bloated belly leading the way, and sat love handle to love handle with Garnt. Kam looks up and smiles, happy to see the display of over indulgence in front of him. He reaches for Carxin’s dick, still upsettingly free from how much lard there will be, and he begins stroking. The two fattened men moan in pleasure, reaching over and grabbing at each other’s fat while Kam pleasures them from below. Their moans and the slapping of blubber can be heard by other villagers passing by, but these are common sounds to observe from the villagers, as Ben had noted the first week. He had decided it would be unethical for him to participate in such relations, but the temptation had not been easy to withstand.

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A month after the ceremony that chose Carxin as the next villager to be fattened, it was late, moonless night and only Ben and Carxin remained sitting at the fire. The whole village had a

large feast that night, as they do more often than not, and many of the large men had to be carried off by those who could help them with their heft.

Before leaving, Kam had looked at Ben while getting ready to lift the fattest man Ben had ever seen. “I trust that you will be able to handle Carxin’s slight weight?” Kam asked Ben.

“Who are you calling slight weighted?!” Spat Carxin, laying against a log, his bloated beginner belly stretched taught in the air. “I will sit on you if you are not careful.”

Ben chuckled. “Now, now” He warned. “There will be plenty of sitting for you to do without having to threaten anyone.” He nodded at Kam, whose arms were sinking into the doughy back rolls of the large man he was helping move. The impossibly large man moaned, clearly having eaten a bit too much that night. Kam nodded back, sending his long, messy hair into his eyes as they carried the Village Fattest off.

Ben looked at Carxin, the fire light dancing on the man’s plumping skin. He had only gained maybe 20-25lbs by this point, but it was enough to add a softness to the extwink. Ben had never thought Carxin would grow so quickly, he never really ate much back in the day. But since the ceremony Carxin has had an insatiable appetite that could only be satisfied when he is painfully full. “You know, you are going to be the Village Fattest one day.” Ben said, poking Carxin’s smaller belly at its most bloated point.

Carxin looked off in the distance. “Yeah right, and you’ll be the king of Egypt. We all have things we want but will never get.”

“I don’t see why you couldn’t become the biggest of your people.” Ben said, an erection growing out from under the loose loincloth fabric.

“You are the best of all the ones who feed me, I could only grow so big if you were to stay here.” Carxin said, almost pleading. Despite the pain in his belly he reached for Ben’s erection, his own growing as well.

Ben, not doing anything to stop the advance. Leaned in as his face grew near the fatter one in front of him. Somewhere in the distance, a twig snapped and brought Ben back to reality. He pulled away and crossed his legs. “You know… I am only here for 4 more months. Then I must return. I am sorry.”

Carxin looked at Ben with a fire in his eyes. “I will make myself fat enough to impress you.” He said with determination, reaching for a loaf of bread that remained on a platter close to the men. Covering it in butter, he forced more food into himself, his midsection sticking out even farther.

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Ben peeks through the cracks in Garnt’s wooden door and sees Garnt positioned on all fours, his belly scraping the ground, as Kam shoves his dick inside Garnt’s gaping ass. While he bends over to hug the large man’s blubber, Ben catches Carxin in a similar position to Grant on the other side of the room, only his face is down in what seems to be a third bowl of food. His belly is stretched past what Ben had thought humanly possible, and Ben can hear the chubby man breathing like a wild animal, his chest fat flapping against the bowl in front of him. It seems that he is still motivated to be the fattest, after all.

After relieving his built up tension in the outhouse, busting a load that he thought would never end, Ben heads to the fields to harvest today. For a ceremony such as tonight, there will need to be a great abundance that must be prepared. Ben works, preparing starchy produce, concocting oils, and preserving the heavy dairy fats that will be indulged in for the day at the outskirts of the village with the rest of the athletic men. Throughout the day the men take shifts to go back and man the large fire that several people must always be cooking at. The village requires an incredible amount of food just to maintain their size, let alone pile on the pounds. By sundown Ben is exhausted, although there is much feeding to be done tonight.

Ben gets to work with the other men, creating several large spits on top for roasting the fattest of livestock. By the time the sun is setting the fattened villagers waddle by the masses out of their huts in nothing but their shrinking loin cloths. The sight looks to be a great migration, hundreds of lumbering men waddling slowly to the village center, led by their engorged bellies from a day of plentiful eating. Large rear ends and thighs jiggling with every heavy step, full arms carrying cushions for sitting, dishes for food, or snacks for eating in sausage like fingers. As the aromas of food prepared for the night hit the men’s noses, many of them moan in pleasure, letting their servants know that they are ready to feast. The men plop down by the masses on their cushions or sitting on or against large logs thoughtfully laid out.

Several of the athletic men pick up their instruments and start playing an upbeat tune, something that seems celebratory. It is not too often that the village has such a ceremony. Only a few times a year does the Village Fattest determine that someone new should be prepped for fattening. As the music picks up, 10 in shape men make their way into the village center carrying someone in a large cloth. Even with such a large number of men helping carry the Village Fattest they are clearly struggling to keep his weight off the ground. Their lithe bodies struggle to carry someone so massive, so inhumanly obese, their muscles straining to keep his mass only a foot or two off the ground. They place the huge man in front of the largest fire, his numerous rolls taking seconds to stop jiggling with the movement.

The Village Fattest has been too heavy to walk in several years. His monstrous thighs, bigger than the largest tree trunks, have grown weak and the villagers must tend to his every need. His expansive belly, inky as is the rest of his skin, spreads out wide, and pushes forwards with a seductive, succulent roundness. The man’s head, nearly basketball shaped in size, has expanded outwards in all directions with rolls of blubber. He might’ve been a handsome man once, with kind eyes and short cropped hair, but any conventional attractiveness has long been lost to a double and triple chin, neck rolls, and heavy jowls.

The Village Fattest’s eyes hungrily scan the array of food. With the fattest finger any of the men have seen, he points at a very plump pig roasting on a spit. “I am ready. Let the feasting begin.” He declares, loudly enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear. With that, the hundreds of fattened men begin to moan loudly, and sounds of slapping blubber fills the air. The large men shake, jiggle, and slap their huge bodies seductively, hoping to draw the attention of the athletic men handing out the food. Ben had noted this ritual as fascinating during his first ceremony, where the fattened men become so desperate for food that they start seduction rituals in order to hopefully be served food first.

Ben starts to load plate after plate with the local dishes. Pies filled with butter, sugar, and fruits, potatoes and corn drowned in cream and butter, vegetables swimming in cream and oil. All calorie dense foods that will soon accumulate as more fat on the greedy villagers bodies. Ben usually starts by serving the fatter of the men so he takes a large plate to Garnt, whose bottom heavy, hairy ass is displayed in the air as he wobbles it around ready to be bred.

“Remarkable display.” Ben says to the blubbery man, giving his rotund ass a good shake. “You win my first plate of the night.”

Garnt rolls over and attempts to sit up, but holds out his wide arms for help from Ben. “Thank you, American. You always have had very good taste, and are such a good cook. It is a shame to see you leave tomorrow.”

“Ah, well, it is the last plane to leave for a while so I must go. I hope to return and see you all again as soon as I may.”

“Yes, yes.” Garnt says, lifting his face from the copious amount of food. “Go see your fancy colleagues, American. And when you return you can appreciate how much the village will have grown.” He breathes heavily and goes back to his eating.

Back at the serving station, Ben notices that Kam’s washboard abs are bloated out. The rugged man’s face is painted with worry.

“What’s on your mind, strong man?” Ben asks.

Kam looks at the Village Fattest who stares him down as he tears into a pig thigh big enough to feed a family. “It’s the Village Fattest. He won’t stop staring at me. I bring him more and more food yet he adds this stress to me.”

“Well maybe he’s looking at your midsection.” Ben says, poking Kam’s distended middle. His loincloth has become uncomfortably tight. “From my understanding it is not customary for us to fast on nights such as tonight.”

“I do not know what has come over me,” Kam says, his deep voice not breaking. “Tonight I cannot help but to sneak off and fill myself with the delicacies we have prepared. I have never had such strong urges to fill my body with such fattening foods.”

“Perhaps it is an omen of things to come.”

Kam laughs, not buying what Ben is getting at. “Or perhaps I will be banished to fend for myself for the disrespect I have shown.” He takes the platter he has filled over to the Village Fattest and starts to feed the man, playing with his large nipples as he indulges in the obscene amount of food.

The sun fully sets and Ben spends hours taking food to men from fattest to smallest, each of the men having grown hungrier than the last. The music dies down to a more serious tempo and the Village Fattest claps his hand and swallows the last bit of fruit pie he’d been chewing. “It is time,” he says, “to declare which of our servants will become one of us today!”

A hush falls over the crowd of lounging blubbery men as the several dozen athletic men gather around the tables of food. Ben and Kam find themselves somewhere in the middle, and it is obvious to Ben that Kam had not stopped his secretive gluttony from earlier. His loincloth is tied at its very ends and still does not come close to covering all of his muscled flesh. The tall man stifles a burp and absentmindedly rubs his bloated stomach.

The drums play an intense beat, and the Village Fattest clears his throat. “First, we must honor our American friend who has been greatly generous to show the world our ways and help us with our missions. Ben, please make your way forward.”

The athletic servants clear way for Ben as he sheepishly approaches the Village Fattest. The sheer size of the man is intimidating enough, it certainly doesn’t help that he sweats sex appeal. Ben tries not to stare in lust.

“For Ben,” The large man says, holding out a hay and dried flower braided necklace, nearly identical to the one placed around the neck of the new fattening villager during ceremonies. “We give you our gratitude by bestowing you this necklace. May you show the rest of the world what life could be like.” Ben takes the necklace with a thank you and stands off to the side.

“Now, for the matter at hand,” The Village Fattest continues. “The one who will become our next fat one has shown great dedication to our village over his years of servitude. He has never faltered in his service, and tonight has shown a great aptitude for gluttony. Kam, will you please come forth and accept this honor.”

Kam’s eyes light up in shock. He saunters to the front and kneels as the Village Fattest places the necklace around his neck before taking a seat on a cushion next to the impossibly large man.

“Now, servants, please pleasure my men.” The Village Fattest says, and the crowd erupts into the ritualistic moaning and seducing from earlier. They seek each other out, playing with each other’s blubber as they wait for someone much more in shape to handle their tensions. Looking at the crowd, Ben spots Carxin not too far off looking at him, almost too full to move. ‘My god, he’s fatter every time I see that engorged body of his’ Ben thinks to himself. Ben waves at Carxin, and gestures at the large man in front of him. They both know that Ben will be one of the few athletic men to stay back and pleasure the newly chosen.

Ben fills a platter with what is left of the fattening food and with the help of several others starts to feed Kam. Wearing the necklace from earlier, Kam eats hungrily as if he hadn’t been stuffing himself all night. Ben watches the muscular man’s torso bloat out, impossibly round, as Kam eats as if he hasn’t seen food in weeks. By the time the last of the food is wiped out, Kam is laying on his back breathing heavily.

He looks up at Ben. “I think I will need to sleep here. There is no way I will be able to stand.”

“Nonsense.” Ben asserts with a smirk. “We will carry you back to my hut where you will stay with me tonight. A chosen one should not sleep on the ground.”

The Village Fattest has fallen asleep, so Ben and the others carry the large men to his exquisite private hut. The rest of the servants retire to their overcrowded quarters, but Ben and another servant stay back to carry Kam back to Ben’s hut. There they lay him on Ben’s mat and Ben takes the floor. Kam immediately takes off his loincloth and falls asleep rubbing his midsection that is bloated near to bursting.

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When the morning birds wake up Ben, Kam is already standing and ready to go. His bloat from last night has gone down for the most part, but he seems eager to get it back and outgrow his cloth again.“I figured I could still help with breakfast.” Kam says.

“Do not be silly. You must get back in bed, you know your days of helping are over. It is time for your strong muscles to be replaced with so much fat that you become weak and helpless. I will do my morning routine, fetch water, prepare breakfast, feed you, and then I must be on my way. My plane leaves this afternoon.”

By the time Ben returns with the morning’s food, Kam is naked and asleep again. He wakes up the broad man and Kam eats without abandon, licking the plate clean. “I will go get you more.” Ben says.

Ben returns twice more with an amount of food he thought only the fattest villagers could handle. When Kam is finished he is more bloated than the night before, somehow. ‘The man must already be putting on weight to look bigger than last night’ Ben thinks while packing his things.

Before he goes, he grabs Kam’s necklace and places it around the man’s neck. “Congrats chosen one, I must go say goodbye to the others and then I’m off.”

“Wait,” Kam stops him. “What about lunch?” He asks, his eyes pleading.

“Do not worry, the servants know to bring you lunch in about an hour. You will not starve here, and I cannot wait to see how enormous you grow, chosen one.” And with that Ben makes his rounds to say goodbye to all the wonderful villagers he’s met. While they do not have electricity, he leaves them with a few solar panels and mobile devices so they may keep in contact and plan future visits.

Fully clothed for the first time in months, Ben makes the trek to the nearest plane takeoff site where he’s taken back to his American town. On his plane ride home he puts on the necklace he was given and sends a selfie to his colleagues so they know he’s on route. He reaches into his bag for a snack and is, for some reason, disappointed by how little he has packed.

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6 weeks pass as the American professor acclimates back to his life in the states. He’s had time to analyze his findings about the Penguis Tribe and create a presentation to show the university. Usually during his work time like this, Ben would rarely remember to eat and would regularly work out. You could always tell when Professor Ben Russo had been working hard when his face became a little gaunt and his pants became a little too loose.

That, for some reason, was not the case this time around. Ever since the plane ride back to the US, Ben had found himself insatiably hungry. And not hungry for his usual diet of natural, mostly unprocessed foods, but lately he’s had a thing for burgers, fries, nuggets, pizzas, donuts, cookies, and cakes. Ben has shamefully been closing his office door while working to hide the ridiculous amount of fast food he’s been having delivered. Stuffing bite after bite as he feels his stomach grow tight and heavy. Only by the time he’s uncomfortably full for the day does he wrap things up and head to his apartment. Despite the fullness, Ben, for some reason, can’t help but think about dessert on his way home. He can’t finish the night without stopping by the local bakeries and cafe to grab a whole cake, or a dozen of whatever looks good. Drooling on his way home, he always strips his bloated body of any clothes and stuffs as much of the delicious food as humanly possible into his stomach before passing out. The past week or two, with his inevitable growing pudge, Ben can’t help but be unbelievably turned on by his growing body. When he’s at his fullest, he slaps the small collection of pudge around his belly and jerks his dick off into the softness, moaning in fullness, pain, and pleasure from his expanding body.

Parking his car before his presentation, Ben sucks the grease off his greedy fingers and looks at the pile of fast food trash collecting on his passenger seat. Embarrassed by his lack of self control before this important evening, he exits his car and catches his reflection in the windowsill. ‘Fuck, why didn’t I get a bigger shirt?’ He thinks, sucking in his bloated belly hoping the straining buttons around his midsection will find relief. He can’t suck in his blubber long, and

soon the buttons are pulling apart again, exposing bits of his fleshy torso. The 30 or so pounds Ben has packed onto his once lithe frame are not treating him well today.

Outside the auditorium, his department has set up tables with refreshments and brochures, manned by a few of the graduate students who have helped Professor Russo with documenting his research.

Looking at the display of his once fit professor now literally outgrowing his old clothes, Xavier can’t help but give a boyish smirk. “Hey Professor Russo, we set out a platter of cookies just for you. I know you like to snack while you work,” he says, poking the pudgy man’s love handle. Xavier instinctively sucks in his beginner belly, hoping the professor doesn’t notice his own recent gains. While in shape for his whole life, the last year in graduate school has taken a noticeable toll on the young man’s expanding waist.

Patting his pudge, Ben laughs. “Thanks Xavier, tonight wouldn’t be happening if it hadn’t been for all the work you’ve helped with the past few weeks. Thank you for the cookies, I’ll see you in there!” He says, picking up the platter of 25 or so hefty confectionaries and heading inside.

‘Pace yourself Russo,’ Ben thinks, stuffing a cookie into his mouth despite still being overly full from his recent McDonald’s binge. ‘You’re already jiggling with every step, you can’t go bursting buttons around your colleagues.’ He heads backstage to speak with a few of the other professors before the lights flicker and they go to find their seats.

Ben eyes the platter of cookies, eager to eat every one of them. ‘Maybe I can get away with eating them during my presentation if I play a bit about acclimating into the Penguis Tribe. It’s obvious that I’ve become a little… chubby. I don’t feel this would be too far of a stretch.’

At his cue, Ben saunters on stage holding the platter of cookies, looking out into the full auditorium. He makes his jokes about acclimating to the tribe and the audience receives them well, but there are a few judgemental stares as Ben eats cookie after cookie while giving his presentation. For about an hour, the audience sits and watches as this chubby man’s pants and shirt buttons strain more and more to accommodate his bloating figure. By the end of the show, Ben can feel that he shouldn’t walk around the stage anymore or something is bound to bust open. He ends his presentation and the audience claps. Ben grabs the last cookie and lets out a sigh of relief, sending the button around the tightest part of his midsection flying behind the podium. His soft blubber spills from the opening as he gobbles down the last cookie, waiting for his colleagues to come congratulate him.

Despite a few stares and some lighthearted jokes, most everyone is very proud with the work that Russo had done. With the conversations dying down and everyone taking their leave, professor and anthropologist Patrick Faez sticks behind.

“Hey, buddy.” Faez greets Ben. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you at the gym!” He says with a wide-eyed stare at Ben’s busted shirt.

Ben, embarrassed by his display of gluttony, blushes. Patrick Faez was always the more muscular of the two of them, and that hasn’t changed since his trip to the tribe. In his skin tight tshirt and well fitted jeans, the tall, dark, and handsome bearded man definitely holds a presence.

“Yeah,” Ben says, looking down at his middle.”I’ve been so busy with the tribal work, it hasn’t left much time for lifting.”

The other professor nods. “Well, you’re getting fat Ben. I’m worried about you and the way you scarfed down those cookies on stage. I’d expect this from a fatty, but not you.”

“Ah, well. Maybe we can hit up the gym soon. You know where my office is.” Ben says, ending the conversation. Having this hulking man comment on his embarrassing weight gain is making his pants even more tight than they needed to be.

Unbuttoning his pants in the car, Ben drives his pudgy self home ready to relieve the tension in his pants thinking about how humiliating his conversation with Patrick had been.

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A few weeks later Ben finds himself at his desk behind piles of books checking in on the Penguis tribe. He reaches out for another handful of fries from a greasy bag only to find it empty. He sighs, putting down his phone displaying a picture of a once lean Kam whose muscles have expanded out with a thick coat of blubber, especially around his soft midsection. Looking up, Ben finds his TA, Xavier, at the door holding several bags of fresh Burger King.

“Just in time with the delivery,” Ben says as Xavier forks over the ridiculous amount of food he brought in, saving only a single bag for himself. “I was just checking in on the Penguis Tribe, they’re doing quite well. Several of my favorite people have already been seeing definite growth.”

Xavier looks the professor up and down. While his new sweatpants and size XL tshirt cover his body better than his old clothes, his weight gain is apparent by the basketball sized belly, thick legs, and double chin starting to form. “They’re not the only ones who’ve experienced growth lately. Their diet really rubbed off on you, huh?”

“I suppose it has,” Ben says, pulling out the first of several whoppers. “But watch your comments. You had abs when you arrived a year ago and now you’re eating Burger King with me.”

Xavier slumps forward, hoping to hide any of his small belly that the professor could see. While he has put on a few pounds, he is still one of the best looking mid 20 year olds in the

department. While average in height, his bronzen skin and stylishly tight curls pair well with the rest of his angular, albeit softening, features.

Xavier nervously laughs, trying to hide his embarrassment. Looking to change the subject, he grabs the necklace from the Penguis tribe displayed on his professor’s desk and starts to put it around the fattening man in front of him. “Hey, you’re the one acting like one of the tribe members lately!”

Ben playfully grabs the necklace from Xavier and places it around the younger man’s neck. “If anyone deserves this, it’s you.”

Xavier looks down at the necklace and then back at his Burger King food. “Yeah you might be onto something. I’m not sure my single order from Burger King is going to cut it this time.”

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A few hours later Xavier leans back in his chair, he lets out a deep burp and rubs his distended belly while looking at the display of gluttony him and his professor just went through. The room is littered with garbage from Burger King as well as Pizza Hut and then Wendy’s that they had delivered shortly after.

Ben, shirt pulled up over his bloated belly, rubs his hairy gut absentmindedly. “I know we were supposed to go over next week’s lectures, but I take it that you got the gist from the textbook?”

“Yes sir.” Xavier says, stifling another burp. “We should be good to go.” He unbuttons his pants, unashamed by his gluttonous display as he is still the smaller of the two men.

Someone knocks at the door, and then lets themself in. Xavier immediately sits upright, not sure what to do. “Professor Faez,” he greets. “I didn’t realize you had a meeting with Professor Russo. I was just about to head out anyway.” Xavier stands up with a struggle, trying to hide the happy trail covered flab poking out of his shirt while making his bloated exit.

Patrick Faez in his most form fitting workout clothes looks around the room at all the garbage before his eyes land on Ben. “What the fuck happened here?” He says, hIs angular jaw almost hitting the floor in shock.

“Ah, just need to clean up a bit. Nothing to worry about.” Ben says with an air of indifference that catches Faez by surprise.

“I come over here to see if you want to hit up the gym but instead I find you even heavier than you were a few weeks ago, stuffing yourself stupid on junk food with one of your TAs? What’s been happening to you?” Faez feels a hardness in his crotch and closes the door. He’s always

been attracted to muscular men such as himself, so why is he feeling this way towards his lazy, flabby coworker?

Ben notices Faez’s large dick growing. He jiggles his taught belly, sending waves all over his torso, up the mounds of hairy fat on his chest and to his budding double chin and even shaking his glasses a bit. “Well, I guess the Penguis Tribe’s ways have rubbed off on me a bit. I have been getting a little plump, haven’t I?” Ben takes off his shirt and takes a seat on his desk, right in front of Faez. He leans back, his chubbed up body on full display for the towering muscular man in front of him.

Faez plays with Ben’s fatter nipple, jiggles his love handles a bit, and looks back at the man’s ass spreading across the desk in his sweats. “You definitely have grown into a fat fuck lately. Look at you, you’re like a pig, sitting around stuffing your face all day.” He jiggle’s the man’s belly and pulls down his shorts, not wearing any underwear. His massive dick throbs with pre cum as Ben reaches out to stroke it. Feaz grabs Ben’s chubby face and kisses him, his dick pulsing into Ben’s quivering belly lard. “You’re such a fat fucking pig.”

“I know. I can’t help but eat everything in sight.” Ben says, moaning. He stands up to take off his pants, showing Faez the orbs of blubber that his ass is becoming. He shakes his ass seductively, and Faez enters the man’s lardy ass, pulsing and sending his whole body jiggling. Within a few minutes Ben’s hole is dripping with cum.

“I don’t know what came over me.” Faez says, his thick, medium length hair covering his face. “You’ve just become such a fat fuck. I’ll clean your office of the garbage, but then I really have to get going.”

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At the end of the semester, Xavier breathes heavily as he makes his way down the hall carrying a sizable delivery for him and his professor despite classes being over and their business together being completed. Closing the door behind him, his pudgy fingers set a box containing a large sheet cake meant to feed a party of 50 people on the professor’s cluttered desk.

“I thought the end of the semester was cause for a celebration,” the chubby young man says, pulling his Xl shirt down to cover his ever expanding flab. Ben, eying the cake, does not bother to pull his XL shirt down over his much larger, much more uncovered belly. In the almost 6 months since Ben has come back from his trip his weight has shot up to easily over 300lbs, not that he keeps track.

Why strain himself trying to see those numbers past his fattened belly when he feels the lard piling on every day, feeling his fatness grow on every inch of his soft, fuzzy body. He feels his fat, sensitive nipples jiggling and swaying as he hefts himself up the stairs to his apartment. He feels his waistbands growing tighter every morning, worrying how much longer the button on his fattest pants will last. He feels his round ass giving him a better cushion as he sits and gorges himself day in and day out. He feels his double chin providing more resistance when he looks down, blocking the view of his feet even more. He feels his moobs pushing out against his once

thin arms, making his flabby appendages stick out. He feels his back rolls growing as he turns to the side to reach for another bag of greasy fried food.

He feels his skin tight shirt riding up over his deep belly button as Xavier opens the lid to the cake box, drool dripping from his plump lips and down onto his stubbly jowls. “What’s the occasion?” Ben asks.

“I just thought we deserved a treat for getting through the semester.” Xavier answers, his eyes not leaving the chocolate frosting of fattening cake in front of the men. He reaches out with his meaty hand and takes a chunk of cake, stuffing it into his rounded face and moaning with pleasure. He takes a seat on his overly chunky ass and gorges himself on the rich cake, not caring about how messy he’s being.

Ben follows suit, leaning forward and grabbing cake with both hands, double fisting calories into his greedy mouth. The boys hear a knock at the door, but pay it no mind. Professor Faez saunters in, his muscles bulging out of his tight tank top and short shorts more than they did at the beginning of the semester. He brings bags of greasy foods and a very pale, very skinny younger man with fiery hair and a strong jaw with him into the room.

“I thought I’d find you two pigs in here.” He says to the fattened men, a horny smirk not leaving his face. “I brought my TA Colton with me to help us today. He’s been watching you grow all semester Xavier and wanted to see if he could.,. Lend a hand.” The pasty twink sticks his hand out to Xavier, but Xavier doesn’t take his focus off the cake.

Xavier feels the thick cake filling up his stomach, but doesn’t slow down his eating. The food tastes too good to him, and he doesn’t care if his fat rolls are thickening. He doesn’t think about how big or round his body is becoming outside of when he wakes up in the morning and hopes the elastic on his shorts isn’t too tight that day, but it’s always tighter than the day before. He knows that his wobbly belly jiggles and that his disproportionately fat ass bounces when he walks. He feels the extra weight weighing him down when he’s out of breath after a single flight of stairs, or when he tries to jog briefly to catch up to a friend and feels every inch bouncing, but he doesn’t care. All that’s on his mind is his next meal, and who is going to pleasure him at the end of it.

“Don’t worry.” Faez tells Colton. “They’re hard to talk to when they get around food.” He sets down everything he was carrying and walks over to Ben. He takes his own shirt off and then Ben’s skin tight shirt, having trouble getting the sleeves off around his fat arms. Faez straddles the fat man’s lap and reaches back, grabbing a glob of cake and shoving it into Ben’s mouth while playing with the large man’s dick through his sweatpants. He looks back at Colton. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

“ Yes sir!” Colton replies, taking off his own shirt and revealing his slender frame. He takes a chunk of cake and carefully puts it near Xavier’s mouth, not getting his hand close enough to get any fingers bitten off. Xavier digs into Colton’s cake and looks up at the guy, his eyes full of lust.

Colton takes the chubby man’s shirt off and gives his ample love handle a jiggle, salivating at the sight of stretch marks forming on the plump man’s growing body. Reaching for more cake, his eyes catch sight of the Penguis Tribe’s necklace on Ben’s desk.

“Let’s really make you feel like you’re with the Penguis Tribe,” Colton says, grabbing the braided floral necklace and placing it around his own neck.

While jiggling Ben’s hefty lard, Professor Faez hears more eating than he should behind him. He turns around and sees Colton at a box of fried chicken he brought, stuffing the chicken into his mouth as fast as he can with a look of ecstasy on his face while his torso starts to bloat, clearly approaching its small capacity already.

“What are you doing?” Faez asks in disbelief. “The food is for the fat ones, you’re here to help them out, not steal their calories!”

“I don’t know what happened! I put on this necklace and now I can’t stop eating. It feels so good!” Colton moans in between bites, grease dripping down his face. While he notices the pain in his stomach from half a bucket of fried chicken, he feels compelled to keep eating, and is already thinking about the mac n cheese they brought.

Faez looks at the necklace around Colton’s neck. He thinks back to the day he found Xavier in Ben’s office gorging himself for the first time, how he took off the necklace before rushing out of the room. He thinks back to the selfie of Ben, back when he was slender at the end of his trip, where he wore the necklace. Faez smirks to himself.

“Things are about to get a lot more fun around here,” He says to the trio of men stuffing themselves.

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A few days later Faez approaches the cute undergrad student with the perky ass who works the welcome desk. “Hey there!” He greets, flashing a dapper smile. “I’m trying to get pictures of students wearing our tribal necklace for a club thing and I think you’d be a perfect model.”

“Uhh, sure!” The guy responds, almost drooling over the handsome muscled man in front of him.

Faez hands the necklace over to the student. “Perfect.” He says, not reaching for a camera to take a picture. The student puts the necklace around his neck and his eyes shift back and forth.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I think there’s something I need to grab in the break room,” He tells Faez and trots to the back. Despite it being 9am he returns with a modest lunch kit and a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

‘Oh, this’ll be easy,’ Feaz thinks to himself, watching the guy tear into his PB&J. —-------------------------------------

The next day, a handsome librarian. The day after a dining hall worker. The next day a custodian who Faez is sure he’s seen around his gym quite frequently.

WIthin a few months Faez has to start recruiting men to help take care of the immense amount of food that’s becoming required of the campus. Many are reluctant at first, but upon being around some of the larger bodies that are forming something inside of them, or perhaps an external force, makes them want to be of service.

A competition is held giving 10 winners of a “selfie with the necklace” raffle a tuition waiver for the next semester. Not one picture ends up being submitted despite the students flooding into Faez’s office for a chance to enter.

The muscular professor plans a trip for some of the Penguis Tribe to visit their campus, and offers an invitation for them to stay for as long as they’d like.

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A year passes since the day Colton tried on the necklace.

Outside, at the breezy campus quad, hundreds and hundreds of plump men sit around on benches, in the grass, on the steps of lecture halls, eating what most would consider impossible amounts of food for a human. Around the statue at the center are a collection of food trucks, food stands, and a collection of tables and serving stations where a few athletic students and faculty wearing only jock straps plate huge amounts of food before bringing them to one of the lounging bloated men.

At the center statue, where the largest men gather, Faez, his ripped, hairy body mostly exposed, especially his prominent bubble butt, puts a hand on Colton’s soft and supple pale shoulder. “We have guests arriving today.” He tells the fattened TA as the once trim grad student scarfs down a bowl full of plain butter and sugar. Faez gives the young man’s soft, freckled shoulder a shake and sends his massive body wobbling, a satisfied smile on his round face.

Ben looks up from the step he rests his obesely heavy body on. “Who all is coming?” he asks Faez between large, breathless bites of two burgers he’s double fisting, lounging against the steps that his fad molds into. The burgers look small compared to his huge, 500+lb body of hairy fat and rolls squeezed into a jock strap that can barely be seen from around his blubbery rolls of lard.

“The small plane could only hold two of your closer companions.” Faez tells the large man. “And apparently getting Carxin and Kam here was a feat of its own. They’ve grown quite a bit since you last saw them, fat man. They’ll be here soon.”

Xavier waddles over with a large plate of greased up food, his blubber quivering with each step. As he sits down right next to Ben, their overstuffed fat rolls push against each other. While it’s obvious that Xavier’s large and overly round belly, with its stretched out happy trail and puffy, hairy nipples, is larger than Colton’s, he remains about 80% the size of Ben, not having yet been able to catch up to his pale mountain of blubber professor.

Faez, in his muscled glory, straddles one fattened thigh of both of the behemoths in front of him and helps the big boys stuff food in their overly round and fattened faces, hardly recognizable from when he first saw them gorging together in the office so long ago. His toned hips gyrate against the men’s lard, sending their entire bodies jiggling in waves.

“Feed me more,” Xavier moans, his boyish eyes ready to indulge even more. “I need more!” Ben says, ketchup dribbling down his double chin. “Keep it coming Faez, I’m so hungry.”

Faez looks at the men, hungry for them to grow even more. He soaks in their massive bodies and feels how soft and pudgy their mounds of fat feel against his rock hard muscles. He jiggles a moob, grabs a love handle, humps a belly, bites a double chin. He knows how to keep his men satisfied while they feast.

Half an hour later, while the fattened men have begun to slow their pace, 3 new faces show up across the quad. One bronzen man, the fattest one out of all of the dozens and dozens here, lumbers with heavy steps as his massive thighs struggle to support his weight. His face, buried in fat, breathes heavy and wears a worn out expression, despite it looking like he hasn’t had to walk that far. The next man, a tall dark and handsome athletic type in a suit, supports the huge man next to him by helping him keep his massive weight from tumbling to the ground. His well fitted dress pants pitch a tent with an obvious wet mark at the tip. The third man, roughly the same size as Ben, although a completely smooth lard filled body with a head of shaggy hair that frames his rotund face, hungrily eyes the stations of food setup around the statue at the center of the quad. His more than chubby thighs rub together, and he has to lean back a bit to accommodate the weight of his massive jiggling belly.

The trio makes their way to the center, where the suited man immediately starts to serve up fast food for the large men. Faez looks at their obsenely obese bodies and gulps, sweat falling from his forehead. “Welcome Carxin, welcome Kam. It is a pleasure to have you two here!” He tells the two men, helping their out of shape selves find sitting spots on the steps next to the other fattest men.

The two men look at Ben, confused. Ben looks up from his plate and smiles wide, seeing his old friends. Immediately he translates for them and explains that their English is not the best. Faez nods his head and goes to the serving station, grabbing the tribal necklace along the way.

“I’ve got it from here.” He tells the athletic man who helped Carxin and Kam arrive. “Why don’t you put this on and relax a bit.” The man hesitantly puts on the necklace, not wanting to displease the beautiful professor in front of him. His eyes widen, and he immediately goes to a taco truck and starts to inhale whatever food he can get his now greedy fingers on. He won’t be stopping until he’s unreasonably stuffed.

Faez stacks plate after plate for the men while they catch up.

Carxin, now the fattest of everyone, looks Ben up and down. “You look very good, American. You have taken notes from our tribe and made yourself beautiful, although you will never outgrow me!” He pats his expansive belly.

Ben looks down at his own fattened body. “Thank you, I came back to the states and haven’t been able to control myself around food. But look at you! You said you would be the village fattest, and you certainly are the fattest of everyone here.”

“It was all he could talk about back at the tribe,” Kam says in between bites of hot dog. “While I tried to appreciate my muscled pecs turning into these large moobs, and all of my stretch marks where I used to have visible abs, Carxin could only talk about becoming fatter than all of the Americans. It is not fair, he had much of a head start. I have gone from lifting literal pigs back at the village to now requiring help to heft my huge body off the ground. All of this fat has greatly weakened my body. But Carxin, he will not be able to support his massive weight soon, it is not fair.”

Ben takes in Kam’s overly fattened body. The man who was once the strongest of his tribe is now covered in rolls and rolls of blubber, complete with raging stretch marks on his love handles and side moobs. He definitely blew up fast, and is increasingly out of shape.

As the afternoon progresses, Faez keeps his cohort of fattened men well fed while his assistants keep the rest of the large men of various sizes in the quad satisfied, both with food and pleasure. The men at the statue, definitely the fattest of everyone, eventually grow tired. Even the athletic man with the necklace, now unclothed from the top up, lays down, his overstuffed abdomen painful with each breath.

“You know what, American?” Carxin asks Ben, sleepily. “I do not think I shall leave. I am the fattest here, and I will be too heavy to walk before long. I do not wish to fly back somewhere where I will always be in competition.”

Ben stops rubbing his doughy belly with his sausage fingers and tries to sit up, forgetting that he lacks the abdominal strength for such activities on his own. He flops back down. “If that is what you desire, then we will make our own tribe here. You will have the responsibility of the Village Fattest, and the rest of us will try to take that title!” The men laugh, their bodies rippling.

The necklace has done its job.

Port-Lee Football Team

*This story follows a team of college football players as their waistlines are heavily sabotaged by their rival school.*

It struck Coach Armstrong as odd when the guys over at Port Lee College invited a couple of their most esteemed players at St. Bernard’s University over to their side of Southern California for a couple weeks. It’s not usual for schools to invite their rival team over for an off season workshop, especially not one that lasts several weeks, but Coach Armstrong took this as a compliment. It amused him to know that his old rival, Coach Sloan, over at Port Lee College was so scared they might actually lose this year that they’ve invited his players over to teach them a thing or two.

In his glory days Coach Nate Armstrong was once the star quarterback for the St. Bernard Wombats, but thanks to a knee injury and 12 years of inactivity he now sits, parking his Ford F150 full of football players and training equipment, relatively soft compared to the toned Adonis he once was. While not fat, the inch or two of adipose covering his broad, 6’3 body shows his lack of activity over the years. His wavy salt and pepper hair is combed back and styled effortlessly above his boyish face, sporting a hefty 5 O’clock shadow that moves with his slight chin chub as he gives out orders.

“Alright guys,” Coach Armstrong instructs. “Let’s start unloading so we can start showing these Port Lee boys a thing or two.” Before he hoists himself out of the truck, Coach Armstrong takes a somber look at a small photo placed in the corner of his rearview mirror. The pic shows himself standing platonically next to a man, roughly 30 or so, wearing a similar red/gold coaching polo as himself. Remembering his old, beer gutted pal one last time, he crumples the picture and throws it out.

His attention back on his players, Armstrong stands idly as his three best players start to carry large duffle bags, training dummys, and other equpment into Port Lee College’s training center. He watches with slight envy as his quarterback, Ricky Escobar, effortlessly carries several bags over his shoulders, his perfectly sculpted terra cotta biceps and back muscles bulging through his compression tank top. As he walks his hairy, meaty thighs slightly rub together and bounce underneath the weight of his tightly muscled bubble butt shifting with every step in his tight athletic shorts. It’s no wonder some of the guys say that Ricky carries the team when he makes everything look so effortless.

The two other teammates brought along, Truc and Jake, were the obvious other choices. First line Wide Receiver Truc, while a couple inches shorter and few pounds leaner than all the other guys, is by far the fastest and most sculpted on the team. His shoulder length jet black hair cascades behind him as he’s starring Center, Jake, shadows him from up front. One of the biggest on the team, Jake stands at 6’5 and 250lbs of well trained beef. His succulent arms, ripe with defined beef, barely shake as he lifts more equipment, revealing a hairy gut created over many nights of pizza and beer post workout.

After a quick arrival call from Coach Armstrong, the men are greeted at the glass doors outside of the extensive, if not slightly musty, training center at Port Lee College. “Well it’s about time you boys show up!” Rival Coach, Andrew Sloan, greets them with a pointed smile. He’s kept his athletic figure very well over his years of coaching, to the dismay of Coach Armstrong who sucks in his slight paunch. “Why don’t you boys drop the equipment so we can start with the tour? I’ll have my safeties, Carter and Grant, help you with the heavy lifting. You guys must be exhausted after that drive!”

“And here,” Offers one of the two guys with swimmers’ builds hovering behind Coach Sloan, holding out a tray of four milky brown beverages. “These are our specialty protein shakes. It’s Port Lee’s unique recipe. Usually we would never give these away but… Coach insists you guys can have them while you’re here.”

The guys from St. Bernard’s each take one of the oversized tumblers full of creamy liquid as Coach Sloan starts with the quick tour. He shows the foreign team the two beds per room dorms across from the training facility where they’ll be staying, the vast but mostly empty weight lifting room, the surprisingly clean locker rooms, the small history classroom with large windows where they’ll be able to discuss different logics behind creating football plays, and lastly the expansive stadium colored in white and baby blue.

Climbing the last of the stairs out of the stadium, quarterback Ricky looks over at Jake lumbering up the stairs. “You not gonna finish that?” Ricky asks.

Jake holds up his mostly full protein shake, “Nah dude, these things are way too sweet. Plus I want to save room for whatever they’re bringing in tonight, can’t you smell that?” Jake takes a big wiff of the air, smelling something cheesy wafting over from the training center.

“Wait you don’t want yours?” Coach Armstrong asks, still surprised about the protein shake.

“Yea what the heck dude, can I have yours? These things are awesome!” Truc says, too.

Ricky shakes his head, taking the protein shake out of Jake’s meaty digits. “No way, I called dibs. Besides, I don’t want whatever grease bomb these Port Lee guys are bringing in. There’s no way they’re sabotaging my training!” He chuckles.

As Ricky throws back the 48oz of protein shake, the sun reflecting the high notes in his slightly sweaty skin, his shirt starts to push out a bit against his bloated washboard abs, almost bulging out to the same degree that his oversized glutes do.

Carter and Grant, following behind the group, look at each other. “I don’t think they’re supposed to be doing that!” Carter says, hunching over so nobody can hear.

“It’ll be fineeee,” Grant reassures nonchalantly. “I don’t think the difference between one and two doses is going to make much of a difference- and who cares if it does? Either way it’ll be working. Now we just have to get the large one to suck one of these things down…”

The men make their way back into the locker room before settling down for a moment. Coming out of the Coach’s office, Grant approaches the beefiest man. “Hey Jake!” He calls after the large bearded blond. “We saw you thought your protein shake was too sweet, so we made a Cola flavored one. We’ve got a ton of flavor packets, they’re from, uh, Japan!”

“Oh cool, I guess I could try it. Thanks man” Jake says, grabbing the dark protein shake out of Grant’s pale, bony hand. He takes a swig. “Oh shit, dude. This is great. Those Japanese really know what they’re doing, ha.” Jake starts sucking down the cool, creamy cola flavored liquid.

Off to the side Coach Sloan gathers everyone’s attention. “Okay men, gather ‘round.” Coach Sloan calls everyone over, adjusting his short cropped brunet hair before cockily winking at himself in the reflection of a large mirror on the wall. “Foods here, so help yourselves to whatever you want. And remember to fill up, we start training in the morning!”

Carter and Grant help the delivery man set up foldable tables, lining them against the walls of the warm locker room with a large supply of 2 liter sodas, cups, plates and 16 greasy pizzas of four different toppings. Before the Port Lee boys can even finish setting up the food, Truc, Ricky, and Coach Armstrong immediately start going to town on the pizza as if they haven’t eaten in days. Jake, hulking over the other men and still sipping on his cola shake, waits for his turn to get some food. Almost as if entranced in stuffing their faces, the other guys crowding the tables won’t make room. Swallowing the last of his first piece, Ricky takes a second slice of fatty sausage pizza, grease dribbling down into his unshaven scruff, as Jake tries to move him out of his way by elbowing his already swollen midsection. “Dude, c’mon. You know pizza’s my favorite. Stop being a such a fatass and let me have some.”

Ricky stares back blankly for a second before coming to his senses. “Oh shit, sorry bro. I’m not sure what came over me.” He takes the box of pizza he’s working on and a two liter of root beer to a bench and sits back against the wall. Pizza in one hand, two liter in the other, Ricky takes to a form of gluttony that seems out of place for his ultimate jock body. Jake, slightly baffled at the gluttony of his teammates, makes himself a modest plate with four pieces of pepperoni and leans against some lockers. He watches, confused, as the other three men ravenously consume an immense amount of fat and carbs.

Coach Sloan takes Carter and Grant into his well-organized office behind the double sided mirror in the locker room, paying no attention to the shirtless, stretch mark covered obese man working his way through his own pile of pizzas, along with brown takeout bags full of salty french fries, in the corner. He sits, fat rolls spilling over his desk chair, grunting every once in awhile when something funny happens on the sitcom streaming on his computer.

“It looks like our little plan is working,” Coach Sloan tells his two safeties. “Grant, if your shakes keep working we’ll have St. Bernard’s best players too fat to fit in their uniforms before offseason is even halfway over! There’s no way they’ll be able to beat us in the fall at this rate.”

Grant stares at the men gorging themselves through the window, licking his lips. He can tell Truc’s lithe waistline is starting to bloat as his shirt lifts to reveal a bit of his bloated abs, his back arching to accommodate the strain. While a bit slower than the other men, it’s obvious to Grant that Coach Armstrong seems to eat with much more enjoyment, his pudgy body not being any stranger to fatty, greasy foods like the others. Jake stands in a corner, having finished his relatively small amount of pizza, with his arms crossed over his bulky chest. “We’ll need to wait a bit before the rotund one starts to be affected, it looks like.” Grant tells the others, shifting something growing in his jeans.

Carter’s dark features focus in on Grant. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you!” He teases his longtime friend and roommate. “You perv,” Carter laughs. “I always knew you got some kind of sadistic enjoyment when you pull this kind of stuff.”

Coach Sloan strokes his well trimmed mustache and chuckles. “It’s not sadistic if they’re St. Bernard boys. They always pack on the pounds after they stop playing. Just look at how soft Armstrong’s gotten, or even Marcus here had a pot belly before we did this to him,” He brings up, slapping the sitting fat man’s shoulder and sending a wave of obese blubber jiggling down his engorged chest, fat nipples, side rolls, and into his ocean of belly lard. The large man doesn’t seem to notice, stuffing a fistful of salty fries into his gaping mouth.

“You’re exactly right, coach,” Grant says, a devilish look in his eyes. “Now, can I have a minute with big ole Marcus here while you two take care of those lardasses out there?”

Coach Sloan and Carter leave Grant in the office with the morbidly obese man and are surprised to see that Jake is back at the pizza table, entranced in stuffing himself. His filled-out cheeks are stuffed with triple cheese and pepperoni pizza, and he’s guzzling down cola to fill himself even faster. Truc sits against the lockers, his shoulder length hair slightly sweaty from overeating and his button undone on his shorts. Both his and Coach Armstrong’s eyes struggle to stay open, although Armstrong seems to have packed a more significant amount of food into his big boned frame. His khaki pants are also unbuttoned and a grease stained red and gold polo sits next to his bloated, pudgy, shirtless body. He lets out a slight moan of half pain and half relief from skin contact with the cool locker behind him. Ricky, on the other hand, is somehow still stuffing himself despite looking painfully full. His breathing labored, Ricky’s muscled abs expand out almost to the size of a soccer ball on his midsection, and he’s covered in a layer of sweat. Still, he washes down his last slice of pizza and lets out an inhuman belch.

“Hey, you’re back!” Ricky says breathily, his eyes lighting up. “Would you.. mind grabbing me another.. pizza? It *burp* hurts to stand…”

Carter looks at Coach Sloan, somewhat worried. “This hast to be caused by that second dose he drank. I think we should cut him off, Coach.”

“Nonsense.” Coach Sloan says without hesitation. He walks over to the pizza tables, “We can’t let the boy starve, he’s our guest!”

“Yeah, no starving for me.” The quarterback says with a blissfully stupid smile. “I feel like I could eat a horse.” With a bit of struggle he takes off his shirt that clings to his bloated, glistening body. Ready for more, he happily takes the pizza from Coach Sloan.

Carter, soon accompanied by a suspiciously more relaxed Grant, starts bringing the men to their dorm rooms. Truc and Jake in one, Coach Armstrong and Ricky in the next. Due to the intoxicating effects of Grant’s special shakes, all of the men sleep like babies. Very overfed, engorged muscular babies with distended middles rising and falling.

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The next day, the safeties let the men sleep in until around noon, much more sleep than they’d usually need. Barging into their rooms, Carter and Grant easily wake all the still bloated men except Ricky, who has to be heavily shaken awake. With a quick breakfast of a large protein shake for each of the men, they head over to the stadium to begin their strength training.

On the stadium field are training dummies, large tractor tires, rope ladders, and several footballs. The sun beats down on them in the Southern California spring heat and cicadas can be heard off in the distance. The two coaches, both similarly broad in stature, stand side by side, their difference in body fat percentages apparent to everyone, especially with Coach Armstrong’s belly bloat pushing down his kakis.

“Alright boys,” Coach Sloan starts, standing with impeccable posture. “I was thinking we’d warm up with some sprints before running some drills and then we’ll get a nice lunch for you St. Bernard boys.”

“Speaking of lunch..” Ricky starts. “Do you guys have any more of those protein shakes? I’m insanely hungry today.” He rubs his shirtless, bloated abs with his muscled hand, Grant and Carter looking at each other.

“Actually,” Grant answers, smirking. “We thought you might like another, so I brought an extra.” He grabs the spare drink from his bag and forks it over. Ricky chugs the drink on the spot, gulping loudly and spilling a few drops onto his bulking pecs. Coach Sloan chuckles at his surprising lack of discipline. It’s not every day he gets to see such a sculpted jock be this gluttonous.

Coach Sloan has all the men run a couple of sprints before the St. Bernard team starts to whine, Carter and Grant barely having broken a sweat.

“Damn it’s hot out here!” Ricky says, surprisingly out of breath.

“Yea,” Truc agrees. “I know we don’t usually do this but can’t we just grab lunch and go over plays or something today? I’m starving.” This elicits a look of shocked delight from Coach Sloan, who knows from studying his rival team that Truc is always the one to be running laps around all the other men.

Jake lifts his tight t-shirt, showing off his meaty belly and chest. “I could really go for some lunch after all this running. Coach never makes the offensive line run like this.”

Sloan looks at Armstrong, smirking. “It’s your call, Armstrong. If you think going over plays after lunch would be better then that’s what we can do.”

Armstrong thinks for a second, his heavy brow furrowed. “Well. I suppose getting some real food in us first couldn’t hurt, and then we’ll see how hot it is after. How’s that sound guys?”

Unsurprisingly, it sounded great to them. Heading back to the locker room early, the Port Lee guys felt a sense of pride that their plan is working so well.

Overnight the Port Lee guys had sectioned out the front of the locker room, removing most of the benches and roping off an area. The area includes foldable tables with a buffet setup, comfortable reclining chairs, and a large TV in case they want to go over plays while eating. Of course, once they lay eyes on the buffet of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, buttery corn, and chocolate cake football is the last thing on their minds. Similar to last night, each of the men enter a frenzy of shoveling in food and soda as quickly and ravenously as their bodies can handle it. Truc unties his short shorts, Jake takes off his shirt that was exposing his underbelly, Coach Armstrong goes down to his underwear as he sloppily soils his shirt and pants with grease, butter, and chocolate.

At the point where Truc, Jake, and Coach Armstrong had stopped eating and Ricky was chair-bound, waiting for Grant to bring him more food than should be humanly possible to stuff into his distorted frame, Coach Sloan grabs the men’s attention. The room grows quiet except for a belch from Truc, and Ricky still smacking away at his rich mashed potatoes. “I think it’s time for a nice surprise before we start to go over some plays with you guys,” Sloan announces. “You see, remember 6 months ago when your co-coach, Coach Marcus, disappeared over night? Well, he didn’t have the heart to tell you this at the time, but we actually recruited him to come coach for us. I’ll go grab him from the office real quick so he can explain.”

The men stare back blankly in their sedated state, except for Coach Armstrong who thinks back to the handsome picture in his truck of the tall, strong man with a slight belly and dark buzzcut. Was his old friend of 10 years really here? He thinks. Maybe he had gotten the same job offer here that they’d given me. No, he wouldn’t have taken it. Maybe him disappearing overnight has a good explanation? God, I can’t think about anything except that food! Maybe one more handful of cake couldn’t hurt…

Out of the office lumbers a naturally bronze man with a dark buzzcut that folds into his neck lard. He wears nothing but a pair of tight cotton shorts that have suspicious white stains around his bulging ass. With every step his torso lard jiggles in waves, shooting up his double chin/cheeks and finishing down his hairy pubic lard that spills out a good inch or two under his lardy belly. The man must be nearing 400lbs of obesity, his expansive stretch marked belly way fatter than any of the team could’ve imagined his once small gut ballooning into. He holds a brown bag full of french fries that’s continuously replaced by Carter or Grant. “Oof,” He says with a familiar masculine voice, rubbing salty circles around his expanding belly. “Y’all got a place for me to sit?” Coach Marcus asks, sitting down on one of the locker room benches.

“Wow,” Truc stammers, arching his back to take the pressure off his own bloated, hairless midsection. “You gained a few pounds, huh?” Not paying attention, Coach Marcus waves his pudgy hands at Grant, gesturing for him to bring him a whole chocolate cake.

Coach Armstrong, wide mouth agape and breathing heavily from his small but stretched out gut, looks shocked. “Holy shit Marcus, it really is you. I can’t believe you abandoned us like that. And you didn’t even call…” Grant hands the 12 inch triple teared German chocolate cake to the obese man and stands behind him, aggressively playing his rotund deposits of chest lard, causing his expansive belly to quiver.

“It was all part of the deal,” Coach Marcus explains to the pudgy coach, picking a chunk of cake with his bare hand. “No more contact with St. Bernard University and I got an increase in pay in the form of this amazing meal plan. I’m sure you understand, Nate.” He shoves the cake into his mouth, moaning in pleasure as Grant pulls at his puffy nipples. He continues through a mouth of chocolate icing, “Any chance you’d want to catch up? We could go in the office and stream TV like we used to after practice.”

“Yeah, we could do that,” Armstrong says bitterly. “We’ll go over plays tomorrow boys, this is important.”

Grant’s pale muscled body hugs underneath Marcus’ flabby chest and hoists him up, lifting from the knees. Carter comes over and offers the same treatment to Armstrong, who refuses. With some difficulty, he gets out of his reclining chair and stifles a burp. He grabs the half eaten cake that Marcus left behind and heads to the office, bloated paunch leading the way. The rest of the men stay back and fall sleep, except for Ricky who continues to ask Carter to bring him more food.

//

Over the next month of training, the St. Bernard boys settle into their new workout routine. After the first few days, talk of running drills, going over plays, and weight lifting dissipates. Because of shirts always getting soiled, normal clothing becomes a thing of the past as the men start to live their new lives in just their shorts, or even down to their tightening jock straps. Chugging a protein shake, or two in Ricky’s case, every morning is the first thing on their minds before thoughts of whatever greasy, fatty food Coach Sloan has ordered for that day. While the other guys gorge themselves on rich food, Grant and Carter often do body weight workouts of their own around the growing men to keep in impeccable shape. After all, their off season won’t last forever.

The St. Bernard players’ days consist solely of stuffing themselves and watching whatever Grant and Carter wanted to put on the TV that day before falling asleep without bothering to take their lazy asses all the way back to the dorms. Sometimes the men find Grant asking them if they want to go to sleep at the dorms that night and leave the others in the locker room. He’ll bring an extra protein shake, this one tasting a little off to the men, and he’ll watch as their cocks grow hard, contrasting with the oncoming softness of their bodies. “If you want to mess around we can,” He tells them. “Just because we’re technically rivals doesn’t mean we’re not helping each other out, ya know?” He smiles coyly, having witnessed first hand that these men don’t have the best self control.  Ricky is especially prone to giving into Grant’s offers. It looks like having upwards of 3 protein shakes a day will do that to an oblivious quarterback.

After the month passes, weigh in day comes around. Weigh ins of Coach Sloan, Grant, and Carter convincing all the St. Bernard men, including the coaches, to walk the long hallway to the scale in the weight room. First up is Truc, whose lithe, hairless body has packed on a bit of pudge quite nicely. In a pair of short shorts that pinch his new love handles, he steps on the sale and feels the few inches of blubber that have accumulated on his torso, arms, thighs, and expanded his modest ass jiggle. Grant adjusts the weights on the old fashioned scale and Carter writes something down on a clipboard.

“195, looks live you’ve gained just over 35 pounds this month Truc,” Grant says, poking the bulging softness that now clings to what remains of Truc’s unused abs. “And that incudes whatever muscle you’ve been losing too. Great job dude, you’ve earned yourself a big bag of kit kats when we get back.” Smiling, Truc steps down and lets Jake lumber up.

In nothing but a towel that doesn’t fit completely around his thick waist, Jake clunks onto the scale, his blond, hairy pudge now bulging out in front of him more than ever. His muscular arms have started quivering when they move, and the beginning of stretch marks have started cascading down his rapidly forming side rolls. As he looks down to see the number, he feels more resistance from his bearded double chin and sees two succulent grapefruits of skin poking out in either direction from what were his heavily muscled pecs. Grant can’t help but slap one, the contrast from his muscular chest just a month ago very apparent. Sucking in his rounded belly, he gives up on trying to see the number.

“288!” Grant exclaims with lust in his green eyes. “That’s 38lbs of blubber. I knew you were eating a lot but god damn big guy.” Chuckling, Jake steps down for Coach Armstrong, whose broad yet pudgy body has pushed out with lard in all directions in his tight, unbuttoned kakis. While his entire body has accumulated with softness, a bit more weight seems to have gone to his chest than the other boys. With his salt and pepper hair disheveled, he reluctantly steps on the scale. Coach Sloan grins as his gaze bores into the chubby man’s expanded frame. He better give me a donut if he’s going to tease me about this later, Armstrong thinks.

“240 even,” Grant tells Carter, who scribbles the number down. “Great work Coach, you’re the perfect one to be leading your team this fall! Now make room for the fat one.”

Coach Marcus, lumbering up in his even more ill fitting cotton shorts, steps on the scale. Grant lets his blubber settle before reading out the number. “423lbs, up 33 from last month. Great job on the consistent gains coach! And you know what that means- I get 423 minutes with you all to myself tomorrow,” He finishes, devilishly licking his lips. Coach Sloan sighs at this, and Carter shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Remember Grant,” Sloan says. “You only get your private time to encourage his gains the rest of the month. You need to make sure those numbers stay high if you don’t want to lose your privileges.”

Grant rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. The dump truck will keep gaining weight, you’ve got nothing to worry about coach. When I first got ahold of him all he had was that small pot belly, but just look at what I’ve made of him! Now waddle off fatass, we’ve still got one more.” He says to Coach Marcus with a slap to his expansive ass jutting out of his soiled shorts.

At the back of the line, Ricky stands munching from a box of chocolate donuts with chocolate sauce stuck to his scruffy face. In the last month, Ricky has the most apparent transformation. His angular face now a thing of the past, his cheeks sink slightly with the new weight into the start of a pudgy double chin. His toned shoulders are now puffy with fat, and his big, toned biceps have lost most of their definition as jiggly lard has creeped up on them. His once toned abs now have a basketball of adipose attached to them. Slight hair radiates out from his deep, quivering belly button and follows up to his chest, that is bulging out over his obese belly even when he’s standing. His nipples having expanded, he notices how sensitive they are when Grant gives them attention. Wearing a very tight jock strap that fit his washboard body only a month ago, his untrimmed pubic blubber bulges out over the small straps that can’t contain his monumental ass. Both cheeks swelling out with blubber, they’re revealed, pinched inside the confines of his underwear. Noting a hint of cellulite and the fact that Ricky’s now chubby, trunk like thighs aggressively rub against each other, Grant calls out, “Two hundred and thirty five whopping pounds! Dude! That’s a 48 pound gain in a month!!”

“I’d expect nothing less from the star quarterback of the St. Bernard wombats.” Coach Sloan says to Ricky, patting the overweight man’s supple back. “In a couple months there will be no going back, and you’ll have no chance of beating us this season. But, on the bright side there’s a box of donuts with your name on it waiting for us back in the locker room!”

“God, can I have them already? I’m so hungry Coach Sloan.” Ricky says, his already bloated morning belly shoving out prominently.

Thinking about reaching the point where these men are too fat to ever return back to their jock bodies, Coach Sloan herds his flock of fattening men back to the locker room for Donut and Bacon Day.

//

Several months after their first weigh in Sloan, getting ready for his team to come back for offseason training in less than an hour, looks out from his office into the locker room. There’s definitely no going back now for these ex-jocks. He thinks to himself, shuffling some papers around. They’re all so large and rotund, no amount of diet or exercise could fix this when we have our first game in only two months.

Having already roped off the area in the locker room where the St. Bernard men have been living, Grant and Carter fill the buffet trays with ribs, brisket, buttery rolls, potatoes, and lay out many cheesecakes before lining the nude ex-jocks up in the showers and connecting the hoses to the faucets.

Carter, setting the pressure water pressure on high, takes a good look at the men before him. Truc, the smallest, weighed in this week at a considerably chubby 263lbs. Definitely the smallest of the group, Carter blasts his bloated body with warm water, washing away all of the greasy stains that have collected over his chubby face and jiggling pillowy torso. “Raise those porky arms, porker.” Carter tells him, disgusted at what’s become of the wide receiver. He spends extra time on red stains around Truc’s bulging love handles before realizing those are just stretch marks.

Grant grabs his hose and takes to Coach Marcus, who’s out of breath from just standing as he nears 500lbs of complete blubber. Grant really gets in there, washing in between every fatty roll and under every bulging crevice of the large man’s body. Finishing with his cellulite covered ass, Grant stands back and admires his work.

“Yo I think he’s finally fat enough.” Carter tells Grant. “We should probably chill on him, he looks like he won’t be able to walk soon.”

Grant rolls his eyes and shifts uncomfortably, his large cock throbbing in his shorts. “That’s kind of the point Carter. And isn’t it funny watching him struggle? Look he’s already sweating and we just watched him.”

“No dude, that’s gross. Imma have to talk to Coach about this if you don’t chill it with that man.” Carter responds, agitated that he’s having to wash these increasingly large men.

Once all of the men have been washed, the safeties take them back to their recliners and start bringing them bbq food. Grant sighs as he sees them dirtying themselves up again in BBQ sauce so quickly after their showers.

Meanwhile in the large hallway outside of the locker room, Coach Sloan gathers his team of 80 or so in shape, muscled up football players ready for their first practice of the off season.

“Alright team,” He says, grabbing their attention with his booming voice. “I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you today. Remember how we had Coach Marcus from St. Barnard’s here in the office at the end of last season? We’ll we’ve been doing a few favors for St. Bernard in the sense that, well, we’ve been giving them food. A lot of food.” The football players look back at coach Sloan, confused. “You remember Coach Armstrong? Well,” Sloan continues, cracking open the locker room door. “Grant, Carter, could one of you bring out Bitch Tits Armstrong?”

A moment later Carter appears with a man, well over 300lbs, who resembles Coach Armstrong if he’d gained over 96lbs since his first weigh in. His bbq smothered 5oclock shadow now covering a surprised, fat face, Armstrong holds up a small washcloth over his bulging groin. His heavy, chub filled chest pushes out his soft arms. His soft, flaby belly demands the attention of the entire team as the in shape men laugh hysterically at the fattened coach.

“Woah bro wasn’t he skinny?”

“Coach was right! Those are some big ass bitch tits.”

“Holy fuck how did he get so fat that fast??”

Sloan continues, “Not only do we have him and Coach Marcus, but we’ve gathered a few of their best players as well. Their starting receiver, center, and even quarterback Ricky Escobar. All of them are in the locker room now, stuffing themselves at a buffet we have roped off for them. As we practice this season, you’ll all get to see the St. Bernard boys make complete gluttons of themselves until we annihilate those wombats in a few months. Alright men, now go get changed and meet me out at training field 3!”

The locker room is soon abuzz with changing men who stop by to laugh at the display of gluttony from the St. Bernard Boys. Jake, completely sunken back into his recliner, has his massive hairy belly on display for everyone to see. Grant sits next to the 362lbs man, poking and prodding at his blubber for his teammates to gawk at. Jake, unbothered by this, shovels in a tray of buttery baked potatoes slathered with cheese and sour cream. His dick, now surrounded by the softness of his massive thighs, pokes at the towel covering him while he eats.

Laying back on the floor completely nude, Coach Marcus has Carter sitting on a locker room bench feeding him fistfuls of his special salty french fries. His expansive belly rises slightly with every greasy bite, and his entire body jiggles as passing men trip on his massive legs sprawled in the walkway. The men gawk at how utterly huge and bulbous his body has become.

At the buffet table, Ricky is out of control in both weight and eating. At an almost impossible 353lbs, he lifts a warm pan with his lardy arms to his greedy mouth. This pan was filled with brisket half an hour ago, but now contains only the leftover sauce. Weighing almost over 100lbs more than a very chubby Truc, Ricky gets overwhelmed by the overflow of sauce he pours into this mouth. The jock gone obese lets the sauce flow out his mouth, down hefty cheeks, and onto his bulging man boobs where the warm sauce tickles his fat nipples. His belly, gross with so much added lard, causes him to almost always be leaning back despite his gargantuan ass fat deposits pushing back around his love handles. As this transpires, a few of the Port Lee football players gather at the ropes to watch the utter display of gluttony. One of them throws a small rock at Ricky’s belly. After setting deep into his belly lard, the rock bounces back and obese Ricky seems not to notice.

“You know,” Carter says to the guy who just threw the rock. “We just washed all of them this morning. Now look at what a mess they’re already making.” The guys gather around laugh in disgust, remembering that these all used to be St. Bernard’s most prized athletes.

//

Over the next few months the team at Port Lee has to endure the sight of these massively bloated men overeating day in and day out. It’s not uncommon for the players to sit for awhile and observe the men as they tirelessly gorge themselves, seemingly oblivious to everything that goes on outside of their food/sleep schedule.

After a couple of weeks with the team back, Grant starts to notice something funny happening with his own coach and roommate. Starting with just a slight bloat on certain days but continuing on to a definite addition of pudge, both Coach Sloan and Carter start to grow slightly pudgy and more lethargic. Grant notices Carter sneaking food occasionally from the buffet tables, or he’ll see Coach Sloan pack a couple extra sandwiches into his lunch pack. Of course, none of this is surprising to Grant- everything’s going according to plan.

Soon the much looked forward to night of the rival game comes. With St. Bernard having used whatever newbie coach they could scrounge up last minute and their star players being replaced with members of the JV team, the game was easily won by Port Lee.

The morning after the big game, the locker room still a mess leftover from the celebrations by the team the night before, Coach Sloan, Carter, and Grant strut into the room. Whistling a happy tune, Coach Sloan turns on the lights and unclips the rope that was fencing them in like some sort of disgusting ex jock display. Subconsciously he attempts to loosen his sweat pants pinching at his slight side chub. “Alright St. Bernard losers, you’re free to go,” Sloan announces arrogantly.

Five very rotund faces look back at the man.

“Where’s my protein shake?” Jake asks, his facial expression hard to read now that his features are sunken in a mask of blubber. The last 75lbs he gained went straight to his bulbous belly and increasingly obese thighs. Sitting up, he wears no clothes as his dick is swallowed by 437lbs of his tall, pale, furry, sweaty lard.

“Yeah and where are the wheelbarrows of food?” Coach Armstrong demands, genuine concern in his voice. As he sits up his massive chest blubber bulges out over his soft belly even farther. 68lbs may not seem like the heftiest of gains, but it expanded his entire body by several inches as he himself approaches 400lbs. His 5oclock shadow, once on a very handsome, broad man, now covers fleshy, blubbery jowls and continues down his puffy neck. No longer the star jock gone soft, he’s grown into his life as the sad ex jock gone super obese.

The Port Lee boys chuckle at this complete and utter display of idiocy. “We’re done with that shit, get out of here,” Carter tells them, his wide face looking slightly fuller himself. He throws some duffel bags at their feet. “Your stuff is in here. Phones, keys, wallets. We didn’t touch any of it so get what you need, grab some of the giant clothes we so brought for you guys on the way out, and go.”

“B-but,” Truc stammers. “I need my shakes, you gotta have at least one more?” Noticing that Grant’s arms aren’t holding food for him like they are, he gasps. “Grant what’s that behind your back, you have something!” Truc points a chubby digit at the only person in the room who still has the body fat percentage of an athlete. Having once been that lean himself, Truc’s 328lbs body is completely ruined. His tawny skin, stretched out to accommodate the doubling of his weight, shows no sign that it was once rock hard and thin. His long hair flows over his smooth shoulders, now puffy and thick any sort of definition. His sizeable belly, not filled to the brim for the first time in months, growls loudly.

Grant laughs and pulls out two 48 oz tumblers filled with creamy liquid. “Well, ya got me. I did bring two last protein shakes, but I think we should let the winners decide who gets them.” He looks at Carter and Coach Sloan, who eye the protein shakes.

A drop of sweat beads down Sloan’s forehead. “Well…” He starts. “In all fairness…I think the winning team should get the protein shakes.”

“Yeah…” Carter pitches in, staring intently at the milky liquid. “We did the hard work, we won, now we could use… a reward.”

Ricky, having been barely paying attention this whole time, looks up. “OH. COME. ON.” He shouts, growing angry with hunger. “Grant, I know you won’t give them the shakes. C’mon, I know what this body does to you.” Confident as ever, Ricky sits on the edge of his seat and starts to seductively rub all 465lbs of slightly hairy blubber. His stuffed sausage arms make circles around his belly that overshadows everyone’s except Coach Marcus’. He reaches back and plays and plays with his lower back fat, jiggling it so aggressively that his monumental ass smushed underneath him shakes. Already becoming out of breath from that slight effort, Ricky heaves air in and out, his flabby, pointed chest raising and falling rapidly. Ricky looks up at Grant, his once strikingly pretty face now distorted by accumulation of several hundred pounds of pure fat, and pleads between breaths. “I know what this does to you, Grant. You said it yourself every time we went back to the dorms- If I want more food I’ll have to earn it.” Ricky, completely nude, flops onto the cold tiled floor and holds himself up on all flabby fours. His ass in the air, he wiggles his used to be muscled bubble butt now covered in cellulite and sticking out way more than can be healthy. His belly wobbles side to side and several beads of sweat fall off of it onto the floor.

Grant can’t take his eyes off this heavenly display. Never in his dreams did he think the star quarterback of St. Bernard would ever do this, let alone for him. His cock stands straight up in his well fitting athletic shorts.

“Don’t do it, Grant,” Carter warns. “Those are our shakes.”

“Yea, kid, we don’t want you doing anything brash here.” Coach Sloan says.

“Alright Ricky,” Grant says, settling in on his idea. “Coach Sloan and Carter will keep the protein shakes safe in the office, and you can have both of them once I’m done with you.” A sigh of relief escapes Ricky as Grant hands the protein shakes off to his guys with a sly wink. Seeing Grant walk towards Ricky, Truc flops his body on the floor too.

“Dude cmon, do me! I’ll do anything for the shake!” He says, flaunting his obese ass.

Coach Armstrong and Jake join too, both rolling onto the floor and shoving their huge, obese behinds into the air. Grant looks at Coach Marcus in his chair. “What, you’re not even going to try, fatty?” Grant mocks.

Coach Marcus, only 50lbs away from reaching 600lbs, weakly attempts to roll out of his deep recliner chair. His neck rolls, fatter than ever, jiggle from the strain. Farther down, his monumental belly weighs him down into the chair, far too heavy an obstacle for such a fattened man to overcome. His pubic lard, sandwiched between his utterly massive legs, bulges out over his cock that only peeks out whenever erect.  Side rolls spilling over the sides of his chair, belly weighing him down, tits jiggling in his face, Coach Marcus gives up. “Please, Grant. I’m just so hungry…”

Grant laughs, maliciously. He grabs Ricky by the obese hips and whips out his massive penis attached to his firm and muscled body. “Ricky, you’re all mine.” He declares, licking his lips. Grant takes off his shirt and pulls apart Ricky’s supple ass cheeks. Ricky’s asshole lubricated from sweat, Grant plunges his throbbing cock deep into the familiar canal. Ricky lunges forward, his blubbery tits catching his falter. Grant rhythmically pulses in and out of Ricky’s hole, causing his entire body to jiggle crazily. Belly flopping, tits swinging, arm and thighs quivering like crazy. The other fat men lay down, watching their hungry fates be sealed. With a final gasp, Grant cums deep inside of Ricky. Not bothering to clean him up, Grant rolls the excuse for a football player onto his back so that he can better catch his breath.

“Alright we’re finished!” Grand shouts at Coach Sloan and Carter as he puts his clothes back on. The pair come out of the office, their lips surrounded by chocolatey liquid and their midsections pushing slightly against their shirts.

“OH COME ON!” Jake shouts from the floor. “The fuckers already drank the shakes!”

Ricky, too exhausted to say anything, looks up and glares at the men.

“You Port Lee mother fuckers.” Truc says under his breath.

Coach Armstrong, understanding the situation with the clearest head, pipes up in his old coaching voice. “Alright men. Put on some clothes, grab your stuff, and get out your wallets. There’s a burger joint right down the street if I remember correctly. Cmon, let’s put some hustle in it!”

The large men hoist themselves up with help from the Port Lee guys and gather their belongings at record speed. Sweaty, faces covered in dry sauces, hair messed up, and generally sloppy the men put on the undersized practice clothing that the Port Lee guys so generously donated. Before Leaving, Coach Sloan approaches Coach Armstrong, his face still sticky from guzzling down the protein shake.

“You know Armstrong,” He starts, lifting up the large man’s shirt. “You really should consider becoming a woman with tits like these.” Sloan chuckles and squeezes Armstrong’s bulging moobs. Armstrong belly bumps the bloated coach off of him and takes off, squeezing his players into the truck cabin and throwing a barely clothed Coach Marcus into the bed. The truck, sunken by the weight of the once in shape players, speeds off towards the burger joint.

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EPILOGUE

Both fall and spring semester have come and gone. Grant, more in shape than ever, checks his phone, happily seeing on social media that the fattened St. Bernard men are all still gaining weight. Truc especially took off in weight, seeming to be creeping up on Ricky in terms of sheer mass. Grant was happy to know that adding extra appetite enhancers to his special shakes would have some very promising long term effects.

Since the day after the game against St. Bernard, things have been changing at Port Lee College. Having started microdosing his special protein shake to both Carter and Coach Sloan once they started telling him to slow his roll with fattening Coach Marcus, Grant found it quite easy to have them start a fattening process of their own. Grant finished his final semester of school that fall and was offered an assistant coaching position by the more rotund, more oblivious to what papers he was signing, Coach Sloan. Landing this job assured him the closeness he needed in order to complete his colleague’s transformations. At work he’d see lazy Coach Sloan all day, only to go home to his now expanding roommate, Carter.

Over the months, Grant got to ravenously watch as Coach Sloan’s abs bloated out, soon becoming a full on gut. Most notably, his ivory chest swelled with blubber at a pace that could compete with Armstrong. Sloan stopped working out and his coaching shirts started to hug his belly before it began to completely droop out of the straining fabric. Slack to sweatpants, the Port Lee football team looked at their always eating coach with a new found disgust. Football plays named after food items, sitting in a fold out chair during practices, and regularly forgetting the names of his players left his team with a lack of respect for the coach with the athlete reputation, and an increasing respect for Grant. As Coach Sloan inched his way over the 250lbs mark, Grant started to take on the responsibilities of practice so that Coach could sit in his office and “go over old tapes”. This allowed for Sloan’s weight to finally skyrocket, pushing him to where he sits now at just over 360lbs of jiggly, gluttonous blubber. If the Coach Sloan from 6 months ago could see what’s happened to himself, he’d be appalled at the lack of self control he demonstrates, stuffing fatty food into his chubbed up mustached face as his expanding belly inches out the bottom of his shirt another sliver.

Meanwhile at their apartment, Grant spent the final months of the fall semester urging a slowly porking up Carter to drop the football team and take the last of his classes online in the spring. Carter, under the sedative he ingests every morning inside of the protein shakes, seemed reluctant but not outright appalled to the idea at first. A few more drops of this, a few more drops of that in his morning shakes and soon Carter became increasingly indifferent to anything that didn’t involve food. While this meant that Grant would have to do Carter’s schoolwork for him, it was merely another task on his list of sacrifices he had to make. Watching Carter’s mahogany body fill with blubbery fat was all the motivation he needed. By the time fall semester ended, Carter had already gained 60lbs. The 225lbs fat boy was not prepared for what was to come the following months. His gut and butt both succulently jutting out, he didn’t see how he could fit more fat onto his body that still clung to what was left of his football muscle. Grant’s raise he demanded after taking on more of Sloan’s responsibility meant that he now had the funds to grow Carter to his heart’s desire. Before heading into work every morning Grant would make two gallons of gainer shakes for Carter to suck down while he was away. After practice came the fast food binges. Non stop eating, similar in fashion to the fattening that the St. Bernard boys had received. Threatening to take over his once slim coach in size any day now, Carter pushes the 350lbs mark. His shaved head shows off his meaty neck rolls nicely and his dark belly sags over his overly chubby fat pad. He hasn’t worn clothes in months, considering none of them fit anymore and Grant never saw it necessary to buy him more as he never wants to leave the apartment.

Thinking about all the athletic men whose lives he’s ruined by turning them into obese, lazy gluttonous slobs has been giving Grant a new perspective on life. What does he want out of all of this? It seems only a matter of time before he’s offered the position of co-coach, and then what? Having perfected his protein shake recipe and Port Lee having a large football budget, it seems that inviting some other teams over for training camps might be… helpful for them. Who knows, maybe if he can turn enough jocks into ex-jocks, he’ll be able win against any college in the league. It seems only a inevitable that many of the best athletes from around the nation will one day begin their protein shake treatment.

Stuck In Orbit

*This commissioned story details the story of a man abducted by an extra terrestrial and fattened beyond the limits his imagination.*

Stuck far above in orbit, the Earth apparent out of the marvelous viewing dock inside of the spacious space vessel’s main cabin, a muscular humanoid figure exits a room, the sliding panel shutting automatically behind him. The humanoid double checks his cryogenic freezer at the back of the cabin before sauntering over to a small station at the base of the large viewing dock. The viewing dock, grandiose in nature, consists of a transparent crystal wall where all of visible space, currently including the Earth, can be seen. The humanoid, having three skin-covered, curved, pointed appendages flowing out of his forehead and back towards his crown, dips his veiny forearms into a small vat of goopy, black liquid with coppery wires running out of the liquid and into a black metal box. From this box, a holographic screen with foreign symbols flashing rapidly across the display is spit out. The humanoid’s face, royal blue in pigment with purple undertones, stares intently at the screen. His eyes, green on the outside and gradually flowing into a gold near the center, lack any white sclera and contain black slits down the entire exposed parts of the eye. The humanoid’s build, almost as mysterious as his eyes, consists of broad, muscular shoulders, arms, and pectoral regions that trim down to an almost unhealthily thin waist. 5 digits on the hands, no visible genitals or clothing, and no toes at the end of his feet, this humanoid, while similar in height to a tall human male, is obviously not from this world. His space vessel, seemingly made out of chromatic paneling and lacking any notable décor, is functional in size. The side room he just came out of, his interface station, the viewing dock, and the cryogenic storage towards the back make up the entire space.

The writings you are about to read are entries that the humanoid has input into his interface station, translated from his native language, abstract and emotional in concept, to the one you currently are reading.

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Day 1:

The subject woke up today. He was completely unaware that I have been watching him. For months, the human’s desire to grow has intrigued me. When landing in his species’ settlement, I never expected to find a creature of such roundness, a creature that would pique my interest such ways that he has. Many of the observed humans had bodies of firmness, very few contained such beauty as the subject that I’ve acquired. While quietly observing, it was most pleasing to discover that the subject wishes to attain an even more rotund shape. This information sent chills all over my body, it having been the most stimulating news to uncover since finding this planet.  I must admit, albeit reluctantly, that the thought of finally revealing form, now not disguised in invisibility, to the human had harbored great excitement in me.

When bringing the subject up into this orbit, I had decided that it was best to leave him in his clothes as he seemed most comfortable in them. His t-shirt and barely buttoned shorts, clung tightly to his body, rounded and soft all over with recently added adipose. From observations, it seems the subject has recently piled on a significant amount of fatty tissue. This weight gain appears to bring him great pleasure. The subject seems to take great pride amongst his community members in his weight having reached 225lbs, a weight much too high to be considered healthy for his 6’0 height. At 22 Earth years of age, he seems to be ahead of most of his species in his ballooning process.

The subjects eyes fluttered opened when I stopped stimulating the sedative. I fastened his unkept medium length hair, similar in hue to that of bark on an earthen Oak tree, out of his face. The subject’s slightly sweaty visage, already becoming somewhat rounded with the weight he’s piled on, appeared very confused. I spoke to him, and it took him aback. It seems that my way of communication is foreign to him. He was used to communicating by creating and interpreting compressions of the atmosphere rather than mentally stimulating each other’s neurons to create communication of concepts through subtle electrochemical impulse manipulations as I am accustomed.

The difference in communication methods aside, I quickly explained to his engorged form that he was in no danger. In fact, I made him aware that he is welcome to leave if he’d like. I could manipulate his memory into this never having happened, and everything would be as he once liked it. Or, something I hoped would be more enticing to the subject, I offered him boarding on my exploration vessel. I had gathered much of the rich nourishment that he seemed enjoy when he thought he was alone, enough so that he would be able to grow very large in the confines of my vessel.

The subject’s face lit up at this offering. His cock, average in size, hardened underneath the thick cotton fabric of his shorts. The tissue, filling with blood, pressed against his pubic lard which has only recently started bulging out. I could tell by this response that I have done well in choosing my subject.

While here, in his quarters, the subject will get to enjoy the immense amount of rich nourishment that I will give to him. In his room I have put a large foam square on stilts for him to rest, a plush sitting area of cushioned designs typical of Earthlings, and archaic entertainment screens with earthly entertainment programmed onto them, as well as a private area closed off for human biowaste disposal. Upon showing these amenities to the subject, he seemed to be producing maximum amounts of the human neurotransmitters serotonin and dopamine. To celebrate, as the humans do, I heated up two large cheesy, lipid covered pizzas for the human to consume. While eager, he was unable to finish all of the nourishment at once. After several hours of encouragement from me upon his bloating midsection, the human was able to comfortably consume the vast amount of calories, assuring addition of fatty tissue to his body.  This seems it will be going quite well for the two of us.

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Day 120:

Three seasonal sectors into the process with the subject and he has grown quite plump. While nowhere near a size that will satisfy the desire to watch him swell, significant progress has been made. Estimating him to be roughly 350lbs, it is apparent that he is now heading towards a vast size. His skin, similar in color to that of elephant tusks, has swollen with adipose. This is the clear result of the consumption of the subject’s desired foods, as he calls them. Fast foods seem to be a common nourishment that humans use to fatten themselves. Flying creatures coated in a thick sauce with chewy plant based strings, cushiony hemispheres with roasted cattle in between, many different concoctions created from the Potato, a common staple of human diet. The options of Earth are plentiful.

These nourishments have had a large effect on the human’s form, especially his slightly furred midsection. Expanding in front from 3 main regions, his bulbous pectoral hemispheres have separated out in either direction, his nipples becoming more pointed upward and sensitive to my relatively cool touch. Underneath those fatty deposits lay the most prominent deposit: the subject’s growing belly. At night, once I’ve coerced as much food as the subject will masticate and swallow, I lay next to his heavy body and play with his mesmerizing belly.  It jiggles in similar waves found on the vast oceans of his planet, and seems to always be warmer to the touch than I am. I am hoping that soon, once a bit more weight is fastened onto his expanding form, that the subject’s belly region will swell to cover his fatty pubic region when sitting up. While a delight to view, it seems a well-placed milestone to mark the need for another celebration of the expanded human’s growth.

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Day 165:

Today marks the day the subject has become truly rounded. While still having a ways to go, it must be noted that the subject’s face has swollen to great roundness, along with the rest of his body. Shaving his face in the morning has proved difficult with the supple tissue becoming more rounded, but it is remarkably pleasure inducing to observe. While only having put on a mere 50 more pounds since the last entry, it seems this has been enough for the rounded human to reach the point where his erect penis pushes against his prominent, shaking belly when aroused. The human seems to take great fascination with my body as I do his. While I do not possess the pubic anatomy to satisfy the human anally, we have found many forms of entertainment, humanly sexual in nature, to make his body shake until milky liquid is produced. This sticky liquid will get smeared underneath his midsection adipose deposits and in between his pubic blubber that has grown to swell over a significant portion of the subject’s member.

During the times the human is not aroused, I have become accustomed to be continuously heating up food for him. He seems to want to consume more and more rich nourishment. While only several cycles ago he was struggling to eat two Pizzas, this has become a regular meal for him when served this food. His affinity for foods rich in glucose has not gone unnoticed. In the blood tests that I’ve run, I’ve noticed increased levels of hormones responsible for sugar addiction, fatty food dependencies, and increased blood pressure. The subject, being made aware of these changes as I stood over his increased form holding a box of “kookies”, seemed to want the nourishment even more. It excited me to see the hedonistic nature of this species. On one hand this has potential dangers for the subject, but on the other he received amounts of endorphins that otherwise would not be achievable. I managed to feed him more food that time than he had been able to fit into his cavities before.

The physical limitations of his form are becoming apparent as well. The subject displays great discomfort when bending his flabby form to pick something up off the ground. With his fat storages causing bending in several directions to become impossible, it seems increasingly difficult for him to complete many activities a thinner human would be well suited to accomplish. I’ve taken it upon myself to help him out in whatever way possible, as I do not wish for the human to be uncomfortable. While the human rests, I have been spending many hours with my arms enveloped by the plump rolls forming around his ribcage that has become buried in adipose. Not requiring rest, watching the large being sleep is one of my few highlights of life on this mission.

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Day 255:

I must have forgotten to mention in earlier logs that it goes without saying the subject has been kept nude during this growing process. His body, only slightly pudgy once first brought in, quickly expanded past the confines of the clothes he arrived in. His belly had grown to show out of his t-shirt, and his arms, quickly stretching out with fatty tissue, began to become pinched by the short sleeves of the uniform. His already tight shorts, on day 12, had failed to perform their operation when the point at which they fastened together was popped opened by the fatter human. His chubby thighs stretched the fabric, although the cotton could only stretch to a certain degree. The shorts ripped, and the human found clothes completely redundant once having acquired around 20lbs of adipose.

In the last 90 days the subject has continued his rapid growth, unlike any I’ve ever witnessed. At an average of over a pound a day, the amount of rich nourishment the subject has to consume is monumental. Having now grown to 500lbs, roughly half the weight that I dream of him becoming, his human body must consume calories of an ever growing proportion. It should be noted that this surprising amount of blubber accumulating around his overly chubby body is causing his skin to apparently rip, as red streaks have appeared on much of his flabby surface. Along what the subject refers to as his love handles, these red streaks have appeared over the surface of his jiggly belly, on the side of his recreational sports ball sized pectoral adipose deposits, and underneath his arms stuffed with lard- like how the coating of the greasy sausages he so readily eats are stuffed with meat. His fingers, sausage like in appearance as well, must have a concoction of fattening food to hold or the subject grows uncomfortable. While his blood pressure has increased to an unhealthy rate, it raises even higher when I, on occasion, lack concentration and don’t have more nourishment readily available. If the subject goes longer than an hour without eating, I worry for the health of his heart. In order to ease my mind, I have taken it upon myself to make sure the subject is continuously stuffing sugary, greasy nourishment of all forms into his rounded mouth.

I don’t believe that I taste in a similar fashion to the subject. When we make contact with our mouths, I receive no spike in joy such as demonstrated by this human. The foods he consumes provide me with no such addiction as demonstrated by many members of this species. Any of the few times I have attempted to consume the subject’s food for myself per his recommendation, I have been sent into agony as my body rejects the low form of nourishment. I must stick to my energy capsules if I do not wish to become sick. I cannot be taking up time in the toilet space as I must do so after consuming his food. The subject hardly fits into the quaint space I’ve allotted for bathroom activities. This was a poor foresight on my part, as I should have known this would be coming. I have had to gently shove the subject into the room while having him suck in his bulging belly and holding back his side rolls with his weak arms. From the time he spends in there I can tell that the lack of space is uncomfortable for him. This being the case, I shall propose very soon that we move to performing relieving activities in bed using medical equipment suited for someone of his girth and mass. This will serve two purposes: First the subject will be able to comfortably relieve himself without being confined to a small space, and it will induce less movement throughout the day. It seems the less the subject moves around, the faster the fat accumulates onto him. When he comes out of the lavatories breathing heavily and gleaming with sweat, I know that I’ve lost whatever fat was coming from a donut or two that he recently consumed.

Outside of these mundane maintenance activities, the subject seems to enjoy it when I have him roll over onto his hands and knees to feed him large quantities. While holding this position for long is uncomfortable for his large body, it allows for me to approach from behind and play with his swaying belly. His buttocks, ripe with cellulite, gape open for me to enter as the two planets of lard separate and reveal a puckered anus, sunken behind a wall of fatty tissue that has accumulated. Lifting apart his lard with my veiny hands, the subject wiggles around the bed as I gently penetrate his anus with the tip of my longest horn. While this creates no sensation of sexual arousal for me, it causes an extreme reaction within the subject. His penis, smothered underneath a large fold of his ever bulging, quivering pubic fat, becomes erect every time. The subject, once I have thrusted several times, will often end up sitting back and rocking his succulent public blubber over his flabby cock while grasping my muscled body. He has taken a liking to licking my body, dark blue in contrast to his own. It seems with enough food inside of him, and a combination of this activity, that milking the human for seed has become not only pleasurable for him, but a task that I take great enjoyment in. To see the jiggling, moaning mass of human at my company is all that I have craved.

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Day 393:

At the time of the last entry, I’d noticed the subject’s body to stop rounding out so much as it has become, while still stretched with jiggly blubber, more flatted across his front and back sides. It seems that the subject, now reaching 650lbs, has been storing more fatty adipose in his width rather than his front and back, as such was.

This change in accumulation of lard has caused the human to become essentially bedridden. My plan to have the subject relieve himself in his bed was welcomed by the large man, thus causing him to have little to no reason to be mobile. It evokes a sense of endearment upon seeing my fattened creature take to less movement. It is, what the earthlings call, cute in a way. It is interesting to obesrve how he reacts when I tease him by communicating that he must walk the 100 feet to the freezer and warm up his next bucket of fried poultry. The panic rises on his orbed face, and his heart rate increases. I must admit quickly that I was only “poking fun” at him or I risk sending him into a state of heart failure.

The subject’s belly has taken to expanding in front of him to great lengths, seeming sometimes almost like a bloated blanket of blubber creeping over his genitals. His pectoral deposits have grown  backwards, smoothing out towards his back adipose that resides under his near spherical biceps. His belly button, now extremely deep, is increasingly fun to fondle in bed, late into his sleep cycle. His gargantuan thighs are slowly becoming what appears will be permanently pushed out by his ever expanding belly. If I have the subject stand, as for reasons such as needing to find a lost object or to replace his bedding with freshness, his figure sags much more than it once did. This is due to the severe addition of the large amount of weight he has obtained. It appears that any shadow of musculature the subject once possessed is now buried under many inches, or even feet, of adipose.

The subject is always looking up at me, nearly confined exclusively to his low bed. His facial features, while always soft, were much more prominent only a year ago. Now when I see his bloated head, it all seems puffy compared to the roughness of my body, foreign to these cosmos. Using imaginative mental functions, it is almost as if one poked his cheek that the pudding he’s been consuming would spill out.

The subject enjoys when I poke and prod at his lard, especially his nipples. Expanding large in size, it seems they are ever-growing in sensitivity. I do my best to suckle on his teat frequently, as though I were obtaining nourishment myself from them. This, humorous to me, is extremely erotic to the subject. If I do it for long, I know that I will soon be hoisting his body over for me to play with his lower half. The subject’s large buttocks region sticks out more than ever, almost as if it were a jiggly shelf ready to hold plates of the food he consumes so regularly. His back rolls cascade gracefully onto that shelf if he leans back too much, causing completely different areas of skin to touch that never would have made contact had he stayed a healthy weight. This combination of senses seems to greatly please the subject on moments when he is reveling in his accumulated mass. I have taken an affinity to creating 3-dimensional holographic models of himself for the subject to gaze upon without needed a reflective surface. When he sees the amount of fat that he has grown, his levels of pleasing hormones raise significantly. I don’t need a lab test to see the sparkle in his eyes as he fills with joy at the sight of his enormously disfigured body. Upon viewing himself, he always consumes food with what I might only describe as an elevated level of passion.

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Day 550:

It has been quite some time since the subject has done much except lay back and have me stuff his face full of fattening nourishment. At his size of 800lbs, it has become increasingly difficult for the subject to consume the amount of calories required to obtain over a pound of fat per day. This being the case, his average weight gain per day has marginally decreased. While this might discourage some, I’m under the impression that when I let the gigantic subject find out this information that it will push him to his next goal even quicker.

The subject, while having flatted out a bit at the last entry, has begun to expand outwards in a spherical fashion once again. His torso, cascading with 4 fatty rolls on either side, is more bulbous than ever. His very large arms, midsection, and pectoral/back fat all fold together to create the silhouette of a lumpy orb, four times the size of an average member of his species. The subject’s belly, expanding several feet across, push out his blubbery thighs to an almost uncomfortable distance. That is the price the subject pays for his beautiful body, and it seems to be an insignificant cost to him.

It concerns me that the subject is constantly breathy. Even if only laying back, it seems that he has a hard time respiring. Upon a respiratory exam I’ve completed, it seems that the subject will cease breathing in the middle of sleep due to the pressure on his lungs from the accumulated weight. I’ve concocted a tubed device that will breathe for him upon sleeping, and occasionally during the waking hours when he is fatigued from overeating.

The subject seems to enjoy attempting to create the all fours position we once loved so many cycles ago, although he lacks the strength to hold himself up. Even if I helped him with my superior strength, the purpose would be defeated as his bulbous belly and pectoral lard would sit upon the bed to support him regardless of what his rotund appendages were doing. While laying in this position causes back pain after a certain period of time, the subject has found it somewhat comforting to lay face down on the bed as he eats. This way, the food is readily at his gaping mouth and all that is required for feeding is the lowering of his blubbery head. It often causes food debris to accumulate upon the surface of his skin, but I tenderly wipe it off for him. Keeping him well fed is a large effort on its own, but keeping him clean seems to be my other occupation as of late. His arms are much too tired from carrying so much weight that I have become accustomed to doing the most basic of tasks for him. Brushing his teeth, wiping unsanitary accumulation out of his blubbery adipose folds, wiping his skin after a large feast, have all become new responsibilities for myself. The subject seems not to mind that his ability to do even the most basic tasks is becoming limited. This is something that I find to be most charming about the subject, the way he so readily gives into this lifestyle of hedonism and gluttony. To him, the medication for blood pressure, blood cholesterol, and blood sugar regulation that I’ve created for him, are easy accommodations that allow him to swell with more blubber daily.

The subject, having been immobile for quite some time, can eat a shocking amount of nourishment for any being. Sometimes I ponder the thought that it should be an impossibility for that amount of physical space to exist within his cavities. Over the past year and a half it seems that the subject’s addiction to such rich foods has increased at an almost alarming rate. It is not uncommon for the subject to eat through several large pizzas, many thin wheat cylinders with sauce, a large bag of fried potatoes, a celebratory cake, and a two liter of soda all within several hours of waking up. The subject tends to fall asleep for a prolonged period after feasts such as these, to which he will wake up and consume a similar amount, continuing the cycle of gluttony. When he is not eating head first into the food, I am the one to feed him. Day in and day out I pleasure my large subject with whatever he must consume. His penis, often throbbing from increased arousal, can be felt in waves around his wiggly body. I will push back his belly, pull apart his thighs touching with aggression, and massage his genitals as best as my ability persists. His orgasms, growing weak with the general decreased blood flow, cover his expansive fat pad in sticky liquid. I must clean him quickly or the liquid will soak into the pubic fat that regularly engulfs his penis.

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Day 730

Today is quite the special day- it marks two full years that I’ve had with my subject. In this time, I’ve managed to blow him up to proportions of blubber that should be impossible for someone of his species to reach. My subject has amassed to weigh 1,000lbs of mostly fat inside of his once pudgy frame. This has occurred in a shockingly short time period. These years seem to mean much more to humans as their lives are so short lived, but taking that into consideration it was only a mere percentage of his life that the human has taken in order to reach a size that would often be considered impossible.

The last two hundred pounds have found their way gracefully onto my subject. Every nook, every cranny that once existed on his body is now fit to bursting with gluttonous lard. His torso, stretched out and bulbous in nature, sags in every direction as any given stretch-marked fold takes up the space of his body. Just about as wide as he was once tall, his body expands out in every direction. Many of those last 200lbs went to his massive thighs, roughly the size of mid sized exercising balls that humans upon earth use to become more in shape. This comparison only provides such contrast, as the legs upon my subject have become so burdened with adipose that they cannot hope to lift his body off of his mattress. His arms, heavy and dimpled with lard, are essentially useless fatty, orb-like appendages that stick out of his rotund midsection. During emergency cases, when I must perform my own bodily maintenances, the subject is able to feed himself for a limited time. While in his largely fattened state he is usually sweaty and breathless, he becomes even more so when he must feed himself. His arms almost don’t allow for such activities, as the fat upon his biceps creates pressure amongst the blubber of his pillowy pectoral adipose. If he desires for his hands to reach his mouth, much effort must be exerted.

The subject’s life since the last entry has not changed much, besides the severe accumulation of mass. Upon communicating to him after the last entry that his average weight gain per day was down, my giant subject took it upon himself to become a being whose only purpose is to consume and grow. It is very apparent that his efforts have been successful. I find his efforts most successful when crawling under his nearly tent of flab that covers his pelvic region. Buried amongst rolls upon rolls of blubbery lard is his penis, which stands as erect as the laws of physics allow. This usually means that barely the tip of his member is exposed when I lift the covers of fat. Besides the motivation of seeing my adored subject become happy, I find motivation in causing sensations within his penis though his increased eating when stimulated. It seems that my rotund subject has taken eating as his primary function passively, but when stimulated the eating becomes a much more erotic, active function. Within the human species, it has become apparent that at least some of them grow much faster when aroused.

With all of the immense amounts of eating that my subject has done, the vast food storage that I’d accumulated for him is almost depleted. Only a member of this species so ravenous for growth that he would gain over 800 unnecessary pounds of adipose would be able to consume his way through the bounty that I had stored.

I gave this news to my beautifully plump subject, to which he seemed mortified. I explained that we would make a quick trip back to Earth in order to stock up on his favorite treats, which would allow us to have enough nourishment to make it back to Home Planet if he desired. I explained that We would be interested in studying his growth and potentially allowing this process to happen to other, willing, humans. I’m sure those of you back home will find him just as infatuatingly interesting as I have, and that my fellow explorers will be excited to see what transformations they might bestow upon this civilization so advanced in gluttony.

Before I could offer my subject the option to return to his dwelling that once was, and for me to report my findings alone, he was expressing excitement in returning to Home Planet with my company. This would be for the best, after all. I will be able to take care of him with our advanced medicine for quite some time, prolonging his life that it would be back on Earth. That being said, I will complete this last journal entry and begin the journey back to Home Planet. I will see my brethren soon, to which I must express my own excitements. Until we meet again, it was a pleasure to document this mission.

A Year At Highland Meadows

*This story follows a cocky jock as he moves to

Yer a Fatass, Larry

*This story follows the life of an up and coming feeder with wizard powers. Yer a Fatass, Larry takes place in the Harry Potter universe, but has a unique plotline with all original characters.*

Young Fletcher was just 10 years old when the people around him started to notice that there was something special about him. As far as anyone could tell, he was living a normal life for a boy his age. Single child, goes school down the street, takes care a hamster he loves more than anything, lives in a nice house, and has two loving fathers that have raised him well.

One Thursday afternoon one of Fletcher’s dads, Henry, was picking him up from school. Usually Henry was too busy working on his new ‘healthy ice cream’ business to pay much attention to Fletcher, but today was a one of the rare occasions where he had the extra time to ride down to the school and take Fletcher out. After all, he was leaving for a big business trip the next day.

As soon as Fletcher spotted Henry’s car, he ran to the car, curly hair blowing in the wind, and hopped in with bright eyes. “Daddy, daddy, what’re you doing here!?”

“I thought I’d come see my little genius! I’ll tell you what, we have some time before I take off tomorrow so let’s go somewhere. Anywhere you want, Fletch.” Henry told Fletcher, turning out of the parking lot.

“Hmm,” The boy said, really thinking about it. “Let’s go get ice cream!”

Henry let out a sigh. “You know daddy makes ice cream for a living. Why don’t you choose something we don’t get for free?”

“Dad, you make gross ice cream. It tastes like chalk and I want the real thing, can we pleaaaaaase go to the real ice cream parlor?” Fletcher asked, bottom lip quivering.

This was the same type of thing Fletcher always asked for. It was usually a battle with Fletcher doing anything healthy. Henry and his tall, hunky husband, Jason, were both real health fanatics who’d been trying for years to get Fletcher to drop the sugar and take up gymnastics since he was brought into this world. Henry thought about it. “You know daddy works real hard so that you and papa can have a nice life, now why don’t you think of somewhere else we can go that we’ll both enjoy?”

“I don’t care how hard you work or where you want to go!” Fletcher blurted out. “I just want some ice cream that doesn’t taste like garbage for once in my life!”

Henry was losing his patience. “You know what? How about we go home and you can think about what you just said.”

“NO,” Fletcher cried out. “I WANT REAL ICE CREAM AND I WANT IT NOW.” He crossed his arms and shut his wet green eyes, closing out the world. All he could think about was getting a nice, big sundae.

Henry took a moment, made a U-turn, and started heading towards the parlor. “Actually,” Henry started, sounding chipper as though he wasn’t just infuriated with his son’s immaturity. “Some real ice cream sounds pretty dang good right now.”

They went to the ice cream parlor and had themselves a great time. By the time they got home Henry was expecting Jason to have made dinner, but he pulled up the driveway to find him unloading a bunch of groceries out of their SUV.

“Hey honey, what’s this?” Henry asked, getting out of the car and grabbing a few bags.

“Just thought we’d try something different for dinner tonight,” Jason answered, giving his shorter husband a side hug and kiss on top of his head of thick blond hair.  “I got a weird craving for ice cream this afternoon. Thought I’d pick some up.”

Henry smiled. “That’s fantastic, looks like you got enough to fill up the entire freezer.”

They carried in the groceries and realized they had a problem inside. The freezer was full of Henry’s company’s complementary health ice cream, ground turkey, frozen vegetables, and other health foods. Henry and Jason looked at each other and decided to throw out the health food in favor of the ice cream- much to Fletcher’s delight. Soon they were all sitting at the dinner table enjoying a filling dinner of Neapolitan and buttered pecan. That night they went to bed a happy family, despite Henry’s departure in the morning.

The next morning Jason and Henry woke up early to take Henry to the airport. He’d be flying around Europe closing some important deals for his company for the next 6 months and he didn’t want to be late to his first meeting. Before rushing out the door, Jason and Henry grabbed a quick bowl of ice cream for an early breakfast before saying goodbye to Fletcher and driving out.

-

It didn’t strike the couple as odd that they were exclusively eating ice cream ever since the fiasco with Fletcher in the car. From then on it was just Jason and him at home for the next 6 months. It also never struck them as odd that Jason began giving into Fletcher’s demands a lot more than he usually did. Jason was the more slack dad, despite being the taller, broader, and slightly more muscular man. His beefy exterior didn’t necessarily match his good cop attitude, but neither did Henry’s leaner, shorter, hairier body match his bad cop outlook. Either way, the two dads were usually easy going yet fair, but that went out the window the day Fletcher got ice cream. From then on Jason constantly gave into his demands and Henry would be overly generous while away, often sending Fletcher expensive gifts. Not to mention- they continued to exclusively eat ice cream. This change, while fun for Fletcher to have as much ice cream as he wanted around, was taking a toll on the bodies of his fathers. Neither of them noticed until 6 months later, the day Henry flew home.

Usually Jason would’ve happily picked up Henry, but Jason had Henry take a taxi and told him that he wasn’t feeling well enough to leave the house- the same excuse he had been giving to his friends since he outgrew his clothes. He’d been ordering his groceries online and having Fletcher walk to school, avoiding the outside world and giving up on the gym.

Formerly Jason had been a tall, dark, and handsome type complete with his 200lbs of muscle on his nearly hairless frame and standing at 6’4. Since the beginning of ice cream, many changes had happened. When Henry walked in the front door, Jason was wearing nothing but a pair of cargo shorts that hadn’t fit in several months and his touch of grey hair was unkempt. The shorts were too tight to zip up and he couldn’t get them past his expansive bubble butt with underwear on, so the large untrimmed fold of fat he’d developed on his V line was being pushed out by the pressure of the tight pants on either side and on top by the weight of his bulging belly that used to host his abs. His dense pecs still had some muscle weight to them, but the fat he’d gained had pushed out his smooth chest and puffed up his now pointed nipples. His arms had always been big, but now were big and fat, looking more like sausages than ripped biceps/triceps. On his square jaw he had the beginnings of a squishy double chin and his cheeks held more weight to them, starting to look like jowls. His thick thighs were killer, pushing against each other when he walked over to hug henry’s bigger body. Overall his body had lost a lot of muscle, but still gave off that beefy look.

6 months ago Henry had been lithe and fit. His blond haired body had topped the scale at 145lbs, which looked really good on his 5’10 frame. He was a fan of slim fit everything, always wanting to show off his hard work in the gym. Since going off though, he’d become a hefty shadow of what he once was. That day he wore a pair of grey sweatpants (which he was forced to buy in Italy) and a black tank top that didn’t quite cover the tip of his fuzzy belly. His blooming love handles pushed out at the stitching of the fabric and caused his overall form to look curvier. His weight gain wasn’t quite as drastic as Jason’s, but he still had managed to develop his fair share of rolls. His angular face had more heft to it. The slight mounds of fat on his chest made impressions on his shirt and his arms had lost all the tone he’d spent years building in the gym. His belly even pushed slightly at the top of his untied sweatpants and his ass filled them up nicely, which Jason surely noticed them peeking out the back at him.

While Henry was gone, Jason had managed to pack on over 60 lbs of pure fat, while Henry gained a decent 40. Despite their bodily changes, though, the couple barely muttered a word about it.

“Oh babe, what happened to you?” Jason asked, mouth agape, double chin apparent.

“What do you mean what happened to me, stud? What happened to YOU?” Henry exclaimed, grabbing hold of the crease between Jason’s belly and pubic fat and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Jason pulled back and stared into Henry’s pale eyes. “Guess I’ve been having trouble laying off the ice cream lately. Glad I’m not the only one,” he finished breathily, his hand creeping down Henry’s sweats and jiggling his soft ass. “Is it just me or is this kind of sexy?”

“It’s definitely something, stud. Let’s take this new weight out for a spin… I’ll grab the ice cream.” Henry said, trotting to the freezer and feeling his belly jiggle with each step. Soon the couple was reconnecting in the bedroom, their chemistry better than ever.

-

The couple laid on their naked backs, sweaty with the most effort either of them had exerted in months and out of breath, bloated bellies rising and falling rapidly with dribbles of ice cream on them.

“We got a weird letter in the mail last week about Fletch,” Jason told Henry in his deep voice. “Right on his 11th birthday. Something about a fancy private school, scholarship included, offered to ‘develop his potential as a wizard’. Whatever that means.”

“Well,” Henry said. “Whatever it is we should definitely look into it.”

-

That fall Fletcher started his first semester at that fancy private school. The place was called Ilvermorny and it was America’s top wizarding school for boys aged 11-18. It was there that Fletcher really toned his skills for his magic, which was quite impressive for a first generation wizard. He quickly learned that he had a knack for spells that influenced that way people thought, and specialized in that sort of magic (a somewhat popular specialty for Horned Serpents like him). He eventually figured out how to take the inconvenient spells he had accidentally cast on his friends/family before Ilvermorny, including the spell he’d cast on his dads years before. While the spell for eating ice cream had been dissolved, the two dads still couldn’t shake the addiction to fat and sugar they had developed while under Fletcher’s accidental magic.

After Fletcher’s graduation from Ilvermorny, he faced a decision. Does he return to the non-maj world with his family or stick in the magic world with his connections he’s made while at school? He chose the former, feeling like he didn’t really have much of a place in the wizard world. While he was decent at magic, he was not exceptional when surrounded by other wizards. In the non-maj world, the exceptional thing was a whole other story. His manipulative nature had him moving back home with his dads while he sorted his life out. By the time he turned 20, he’d managed to have an exciting gap year before become a successful personal trainer in his area, which was quite easy for someone with the life hacks magic has to offer and all the free health ice cream he could eat. After saving up for a year, he was finally confident he could easily afford his own place.

The moment he decided to tell his parents, they were actually in the room over fucking like wild pigs. Since going off to school, Fletcher’s dads had ballooned in size. Henry had settled around 380lbs, having to keep somewhat slim for his job, while Jason’s lazy stay at home ass was able to climb to over 450. At that moment Henry’s large, hairy belly rested on Jason’s obese back as they fucked doggy style. Every inch of Henry quivering and sweaty while he pulsed his big yet suffocating dick into Jason’s gigantic, dimpled ass. His flabby arms held Jason’s love handles, not letting the huge hog escape. Jason moaned loudly, Henry’s dick finally stimulating his deep g-spot. Jason’s belly slapped against his own hard dick, stuck between his fat pad, enormous cellulite covered thighs, and smooth belly, but you wouldn’t be able to see it buried under all of that fat. His thick arm fat jiggled with the rest of him, all of that fat bunched up around his front and back neck lard. His moobs had gone from hefty pecks to gigantic packs of fat with puffy and always hard nipples at the end. The couple was completely unrecognizable from what they once were, their families and friends having given up expressing their concern long ago. The only teasing they still got were from the higher ups at Henry’s company, coming from the irony of him growing along with the business he created.

That night at dinner Fletcher announced that he’s found an apartment and would be moving out that weekend while his dads sat at the table shirtless, piling fettuccini alfredo down their thick gullets. They all toasted and gave Henry congratulations, a handsome young man such as himself shouldn’t be living with his two old men, being forced to watch them stuff themselves silly all day every day.

--

Fletcher opened the door to the small but inexpensive studio apartment he now owned and took a good look at what would soon be gone. He closed the door, took out his wand, and began to put an Undetectable Extension charm on the place, along with a charm that would make non-maj oblivious to the fact that the apartment was now way bigger on the inside than physically possible and any other kind of magic that went on in there. Once finished he stepped in and viewed the now 3 bedroom space completed with sizable kitchen and decent living room. Moving all his stuff into a place this nice would be a breeze.

Once finished decorating in his vintage style, he took one last tour of the place to familiarize himself, stopping in the bathroom to give himself a good look over. Since school, he’d really matured physically. He had Henry’s naturally angular face, completed with scruff and all, but Jason’s body type and curly hair. By any man’s standards he was a complete dreamboat. Of course, Fletcher knew this and used it to his advantage at every opportunity. It was only his first day in his apartment and he already had a local coming over to hookup that he met on a non-maj hookup app.

The man coming over was really in shape, as were all the men Fletcher had hooked up with so far, but they just weren’t doing it for him. He found them attractive, sure, but there was just something so comforting and sexy about a man with a huge, fat belly. Especially when he had something to do with them having that excess of fat. He often thought his experiences with his family as a child might’ve had something to do with this. A big reason he’d left the wizarding world is because non-maj are extremely susceptible to magical influences, while he found wizards too quick to pick up on his tricks. The last thing Fletcher needed was another wizard finding out he dosed him with a love potion and threatening to take legal action on him after the effects wore off.

The doorbell rang and Fletcher opened it up to see a handsome man slightly shorter than him with a heavy brow and a black buzz cut. He looked like he never left the gym, but that was probably due to his job as a firefighter. Fletcher welcomed him in and they soon got down to business, Fletcher topping the muscled man. After everything was said and done, Fletcher went to get the man, who he found out was named Daniel, a glass of water. While in the kitchen, he pulled out a vile of Amortentia and poured it in the glass, stirring it well. As soon as Daniel got his hands on it he drank the entire glass, gulping audibly. He looked at Fletcher, suddenly very intrigued with this man who just fucked his tight ass.

“I know this is just a hookup, but we should get dinner sometime,” Daniel mentioned, smiling a little too much. His teeth were really white.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Fletcher told him. “I think that’d be really good for you.”

-

A week later Fletcher found himself in a similar situation, Daniel coming over to his apartment in a few minutes. Before answering the door he lit a candle that makes non-maj more agreeable and open minded.

“Hey, you!” Daniel said, letting himself in. “I can’t believe I had to go a whole week without seeing you. Come on, come give me a hug man.” Daniel hugged Fletcher before getting an answer, Fletcher not returning the physical affection, obviously annoyed with the display he’s created.

“Look, before we start touching there’s something you need to know.” Fletcher told Daniel who was clinging to him like a koala. His words came out of clenched teeth, “I can’t fuck a firefighter. I know I did last time but it’s been eating me up inside. I don’t think I could deal with the guilt again, does that make sense?”

The candle’s effects were working while Daniel thought for a second. “You know what?” He said sincerely. “I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about that. Dude I’m super sorry for being inconsiderate. I’ll quit my job if that’s what you need. I’ll do anything for you babe.”

Fletcher smiled. This was going to work out well.

--

Lately Fletcher’s had his eye on his coworker, Larry. Larry was also a personal trainer, the most popular at the gym in fact. The clients lined up for Fletcher, but they camped out for Larry. It was obvious why. He had the looks of a greek god. Head to toe muscle, not an ounce of fat, olive skin, and stylish wavy dark hair. His eyes pierced your soul, but in a way that just made you want him more. He was the kind of guy that gets along with everyone, his strikingly good looks just a side effect of fortunate genetics.

Fletcher watched him work from the front desk. He was training a rather hefty man who seemed like he couldn’t stop sweating. Larry’s athletic shorts weren’t tight but his ass was so round that the stretchy fabric clung to every curve and crevice. In the middle of his drooling, Fletcher’s friend/coworker Jacob came over and hopped on the counter.

“Might as well stop drooling and ask him out,” Jacob said, nudging Fletcher in the side. “It’s obvious you’re into him, and you might be the only one here who stands a chance.”

“As if,” Fletcher replied, defeated. “He’s out of even my league.”

“Wow, humble as always. You’re delusional though, watch this. HEY LARRY, YOU WANNA GO OUT WITH FLETCHER TONIGHT? HE’S LONELYAND BORED OF HIMSELF.” Jacob shouted across the gym.

“Man what the hell did you do that for?” Fletcher said, pushing Jacob’s skinny body off the counter.

“But LOOK Fletch.” Jacob gestured to Larry who was bashfully smiling. He looked at Fletcher and nodded, shaking his hand back indicating he wanted to go out for a drink. It was set.

That night Larry took Fletcher out to a local sports bar. Not really Fletcher’s scene but beggars can’t be choosers. Despite the loud atmosphere, Fletcher stayed locked into every word Larry said. Larry knew exactly how to charm Fletcher, talking about work and similar non-maj interests. They got along great, Fletcher didn’t even try to come up with a compatibility spell to cast on him. At the end of the night it was easy for him to invite Larry over to his place.

Right before opening the door Fletcher pulled out his wand. “Oh, almost forgot. Stupefy.” He casted a cleaning charm to get rid of any possible mess before bringing Larry back to consciousness. He couldn’t risk Daniel having made a mess while he was out.

They went in and it was dark except for the large living room TV that Daniel was shirtless and playing video games in font of.

“Hey Daniel, my friend Larry’s here.” Fletcher said to Daniel, walking towards his bedroom.

Larry walked over to Daniel, who was panted on the couch, and extended a hand. “Hey I’m Larry, I’m guessing you’re Fletcher’s roommate?”

“Yeah!” Daniel said, excited to meet one of Fletcher’s friends. “You actually caught me at a good moment, I was just about to take a break from work.”

“Work?” Larry asked, looking at Fletcher.

“Uh yeah,” Fletcher said. “Daniel works for a video game testing company. Mainly shooters and stuff.”

Daniel stood up and stretched his arms back, letting out a grunt and pushing out his large pot belly he’d recently developed. “Ya know I was a firefighter up until a few months ago when Fletcher got me this gig here.” He said, gesturing towards the video games.

Fletcher shrugged. “I just pulled a few strings and bam, they let him into the industry.”

“Wait, hold up.” Larry said, thinking. “You were a firefighter only a few months ago? Bro what happened?” Larry took off his shirt and flexed his ripped body for emphases before going over to Daniel and bumping his abs against Daniel’s flabby, jiggly gut. “I’m more of a firefighter than you! Could you even fit in the gear?” He slapped Daniel’s light happy trail with the back of his hand and sent his chbby torso quivering.

Daniel was unphased. “Well, yeah I could fit in the gear. It’s been months though and things change I guess. I moved in with Fletch and, well, he’s always giving me food so shit happens. Speaking of food…?” He looked at Fletcher.

“Oh, right, your work break.” Fletcher remembered. “Accio pie.” A custard pie flew from the fridge into Fletcher’s hands and he gave the thing to Daniel, who’s tubby face lit up at the sight of food. Judging by how bloated his belly was it’d probably been a good half hour since he last stuffed his face.

“Thanks man” Daniel said, grabbing a slice of pie with his hand and shoving the piece into his mouth, despite the pain in his stomach.

“Bro we need to mad train you. You know Fletch and I are personal trainers right? You can’t just eat shit all the time either.” Larry told Daniel while poking his belly.

“Honestly-“ Fletcher interrupted, looking at the lit magic candle in the corner of the room, “I quite like the way he eats.”

Larry’s face went into a state of confusion, obviously disgusted with Daniel but the candle’s magic was slowly rearranging his emotions. “Yeah... I guess if he likes what he’s doing then it’s alright.”

“Thanks man. Hey why don’t you get him a pie Fletch? Maybe he can try out all of this.” Daniel said clutching his round belly and doing a little dance.

“Nah I’m no fatass.” Larry said, rubbing his hand over his abs.

Fletcher thought. “doesn’t that pie look good, though?”

Another second of thinking.“Hmm, yea the more I look at it the more I start to want one. One bite can’t hurt, right? There’s always the gym tomorrow.”

“Of course.” Fletcher answered. “There’s always the gym tomorrow. Accio other pie.”

--

Love potions are hard to make and expensive to buy, so Fletcher knew this thing with Larry was going to take some time. Not more than a few weeks later, though, Jacob had been telling Fletcher about his lease expiring and needing a better place to stay at. ‘What better place for his skinny ass to stay at than mine?’ Fletcher thought. He moved in that weekend.

Since moving in, Daniel had become like Fletcher’s pet. He didn’t really leave the house, got really excited when Fletcher got home, and was routinely exercised by Fletcher. Daniel didn’t leave the couch too often and got fatter when Fletcher put more food in front of him. It was amazing how fast his muscular figure disappeared. At first it looked just like a beer gut growing on him, but he was really starting to turn into a hefty porker. Sitting on the couch all day eating junk food and playing video games really was turning him into a fat fuck. He was getting too lazy to have sex and that was starting to annoy Fletcher. ‘More calories for him to pack on, I suppose,’ He’d rationalize.

On the other hand Jacob was one of Fletcher’s closest and wittiest friends. It would’ve felt weird to have done a bunch of magic on him to make him turn into a fatass, he needed Jacob to want it himself. He wasn’t entirely convinced that Jacob didn’t want it, though. It was common for Jacob to talk about how much he hated the gym and how he never works out but eats a lot to put on weight. He’d mentioned a few times that he gets jealous of Daniel for getting to do whatever he wants all the time and not care about anything besides food and video games.

This sparked a curiosity in Fletcher, he’d taken a class on mind reading at Ilvermorny. All he had to do was prepare a Confusing Concoction to throw Jacob off guard, mutter a few words and bam he’s in his head. He got to work.

Before long he’d collected his ingredients and concocted the potion, slipping it to Jacob on top of a burger he grabbed for him. Before long Jacob was stumbling around the apartment muttering nonsense about letting the tomatoes out of their cages. This was it, Fletcher had to go in. He looked Jacob right in the eye and muttered, “Legilimens”, taking him into Jacob’s mind. While diving around in there, he quickly found visions that Jacob had created for himself. Visions of him gaining weight rapidly and ballooning to enormous sizes. Watching his caramel skin accumulate with fat at every corner, bursting buttons, breaking furniture, eating more than he ever thought he could. This was exactly what he had hoped to find.

-

Fletcher was having Larry over every weekend trying to get him to stuff himself enough to get him addicted to the food he ate, but it was barely sticking to him. Over 2 months he’d gained maybe 10lbs of fat, barely enough for Fletcher’s tastes. Every time Larry left the apartment, his mind went back to its normal state. Fletcher was quickly losing interest and needed a solution.

-

Jacob and Fletcher had just walked out of a cinema after watching some movie about a guy with a remote that controls time. This was the perfect time to bring up the weight gain. “Hey Jake, that part where the bad actor got all fat was pretty funny, reminded me of what Daniels doing to himself.”

“Yeah,” Jacob said, remembering the boner he got while watching the movie. “That’d be hilarious if he wakes up one day and realizes he got all fat.” He puffed out his cheeks and made a face.

“Sometimes I wish it’d happen to me,” Fletcher lied, trying to get the truth out of Jacob. “Maybe it’d be kinda hot, ya know? All soft and shit.”

“Oh yeah, what do they call them? BHM’s? That’s sooooo hot Fletch.” Jacob said sarcastically.

“Hey, you like what you like. Can’t really help that.”

Jacob took a second. “Yeah, I guess it would be really hot to gain a ton of weight. Pretty damn funny too.” He waddled down the street like he weighed 500lbs but he was secretly trying to hide his hard on. Fletcher noticed.

“What do you say we grab a drink, get some Krispy Kreme, and head on home?”

--

A month and a half later Daniel finally hit his +100lbs mark since he moved into Fletcher’s, and he really looked big. He still had his buzz cut but other than that was pretty much unrecognizable to all his past family and coworkers. He had heavy tits and a belly that was so soft Fletcher often fell asleep lying on it. His clothes were skin tight and didn’t fit, keeping him from leaving whenever he wanted to. Not that he had anywhere to go. He had everything he needed at the apartment: food, entertainment, and Fletcher. Not to mention the sex was amazing. Fletcher overpowering Daniel’s fat hog body and making him eat while he fucked, getting him all messy and sweaty. Daniel came so much every time, it was ridiculous.

The same day they realized Daniel had gained over 100lbs Larry came over. Jacob often hid when Larry came over, he found the whole dynamic between the other roommates and him to be awkward. Mainly he hid out in his room or went to get food when Larry spent the weekends at the apartment. This time though Larry had come over without warning and Jacob answered the door thinking it was his and Daniel’s daily pizzas being delivered.

“Was it $42.69? Oh” Jacob said with a look of sadness, realizing it’d be another 10 minutes before the pizzas arrived. He’d even put on a tight workout shirt that only slightly exposed his heavy belly to pay the pizza man. “Hey Larry.”

“BRO! I knew when you quit working at the gym you’d get fat but I didn’t think it’d happen this fast! Holy shit you were a stick and now look at you! It’s like you’ve got a soccer ball under that shirt. And your face bro,” Larry grabbed ahold of Jacob’s chubbier cheeks and slapped one. “You really plumped up on me.”

“I mean, I guess. I could be a lot fatter, though.” Jacob looked inside at Fletcher funnel feeding naked and huge Daniel a mixture of cake mix and canola oil. Fletcher was pouring fast and some dribbled out of Daniel’s mouth and onto his stretch marks. He scooped it up with his chubby finger and put it in the air, having Jacob come over and suck it off. That tight shirt really made Jacob’s belly button look deep. “You gonna come in?” He asked, planting his thick ass on the couch and returned to watching Taiwanese Drag Race.

Larry walked in, almost spooked. “Y’all gotta stop doing this stuff, you’re gonna get seriously fat! Look at me, sometimes I indulge but I still got a rocking bod.” He took off his shirt and revealed his body, pretty much the same but his muscles all looked bloated with the slight layer of fat he’d developed recently.

“Cut the shit, Larry.” Fletcher told him. “We all know you’re here for a free box of donuts. There’s plenty in the pantry just grab a box and eat with us.”

Larry’s mood changed and suddenly he didn’t remember why he’d really came over. “Woah, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came over here for, uh… for-”

“Donuts?” Fletcher filled in him.

“Fuck off bro. Sure I guess I’ll take one or two though. Sound pretty good now that you mention it.”

-

The weekend continued like this, all the men eating and chilling out, but once Sunday came around and Larry was getting ready to leave, Fletcher stood up to keep him from going. “Incarcerous” He said with a flick of his wand. Ropes flew out of his wand and tied and gagged Larry, sending his bloated muscle body tumbling to the floor. “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.” He cut off a piece of Larry’s hair and put it into a flask of polyjuice potion he’d been making. Fletcher’s features began to change, his curly hair turned wavy, his paler skin darkened and his muscles beefed up. Before long he was an exact replica of Larry, although the jeans he was wearing were now a bit tight.

Fletcher left Larry on the floor while he went around the town impersonating Larry. Quitting his job, cutting ties to his friends, obliterating the memory of him from his family, and overall removing any hope that he’d be returning to his life. When he felt the effects of the potion wearing off he hurried back home to find Jacob and Daniel cuddling their fat shirtless asses on the couch and Larry asleep on the floor in his bedroom. Fletcher moved him to the bed in Daniel’s room that he barely uses now that he doesn’t wear clothes and tied Larry up there. Once settled, he began explaining.

“You haven’t been helping me out, Larry. Every attempt I’ve made to make you fatter you just go and ruin it by working it off. Now look, nobody is expecting you to return, and if you don’t obey I will have to take extreme measures on you. Don’t make me do that Larry, okay? We got along just fine, and we can again if you just drink this.” Fletcher flicked his wand and a funnel filled with gainer shake lifted itself into Larry’s mouth. He didn’t suck it down.

“C’mon Larry.” Fletcher said. “Don’t make me pull out the big guns.” Larry didn’t budge. He just looked back at Fletcher with fear in those piercing eyes. “Alright, you made me do this. Imperio.” Instantly Larry’s mouth opened and he started to vigorously gulp down the thick liquid. The funnel didn’t run out of shake until Larry was so stuffed he couldn’t drink another drop without vomiting. He was in extreme pain.

(Usually the Imperius Curse is forbidden and punishable by law, but in the US things are a little bit different. The wizards like their dark arts and don’t want to give them up, as they feel these curses are a part of their history and their rights. The US ministry of magic has yet to outlaw this curse due to their rationalization that if criminals who use the Imperius Curse want to commit crimes, they’ll find another way to do it. While this curse is legal to use, it is still frowned upon by most people.)

Fletcher put Larry to sleep. In his dreams Fletcher went in and reworked many of Larry’s memories, putting in copies of Jacob’s memories of wanting to become fat and removing any fear that Fletcher himself had caused. Fletcher knew that this process of conditioning Larry would take time, but eventually he’d come around.

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Larry initially thickened up very quickly. After only a few months he’d gotten up to 300lbs and Fletcher took the ropes off of him- they were squeezing his fat too much. Despite the memory alteration Fletcher had been performing, Larry still had enough sense in him at the time to run his fat, naked ass out the door and scream for help. Quickly he got arrested and he called his family to bail him out, but none of them remembered him whatsoever. He called his friends, but when they came to pick him up they instantly left- there was no way this fat sack of blubber could be Larry. Larry would never get that fat. The cops let him go and he waddled his fat ass back to Fletcher’s apartment, not knowing where else to go. He looked in the mirror that night and saw how every part of him had filled with fat. His once handsome face now buried in layers of adipose and lard. He jiggle his moobs, had his nipples always been that fat? Where did his abs go? Are they even still there under that huge belly? He felt so heavy, he never wanted to move anymore. Not to mention he had major chub rub from all the walking he’d done and really just wanted a gainer shake and a nap. While he slept Fletcher altered his mind.

A full year passed and Larry woke up, a house elf helping him lift his heavy body off the bed so that he could waddle to the living room where he’d be fed with the other pigs on his side of the apartment. Fletcher had been practicing his charms and expanded his apartment to now hold 10 rooms, each filled with a fat man of its own.

Larry took his usual spot on the oversized couch between Jacob and Daniel, right where Fletcher felt he belonged. Fletcher came out of his room, yawning, happy to start another day of making his pigs even bigger. He always started with this room first, these pigs having a special place in his heart. As he carried a cake over to the couch, the three huge men in front of him called out for food. They hadn’t eaten all night and Fletcher knew they needed more than just this cake. He flicked his wand and trays and trays of food hovered to the huge men.

Skinny little Jacob sat on the right side of the couch. While most people wouldn’t consider 400lbs to be skinny, he knew he needed to be bigger than the two other men on the couch. He felt so small even though he had grown so much. His face had filled out immensely and had a nice double chin going where he’d let some scruff grow out. His belly folded right into his love handles that rested right above his thick thighs. He played with his belly all day, satisfied that he’d gained so much weight. Back when he was stick-like he never dreamed of being this big, but a year of stuffing himself had really paid off. He hoped that he’d be able to get even fatter than he currently was, walking seemed like so much of a chore to him. If he could make himself too fat to walk then Fletcher would have to do everything for him and his life would be complete. As he thought about these things he stuffed a greasy sausage into his mouth with his fat fingers.

Connected to Daniel was a pile of blubber with a sad history. As far as he realized though Fletcher had taken him in when he was in his worst moments of life and given him a place to stay and food to eat. He was happy being here. He didn’t have to pay rent, he ate his heart out, and best of all he could get as fat as he wanted. All his memories of his years at the gym had been replaced with memories of him feeling too skinny and just wanting to be thick all over. He was happy to balloon to the 430lbs man that he was then. His fat spilled over onto Daniel’s and Jacob’s on either side, reminding him that he belonged where he is. If he got horny all he had to do was call out and Fletcher was right there to dig his penis out of his pubic fat and get to work. He really had it made.

Lastly on the left a giant man with a buzz cut connected to fat neck rolls opened his mouth and a platter of donut holes starting filling his mouth. His huge belly took up a lot of room on the couch, which made sense as he was closing in on 450lbs. Stretch marks covered his body and his chest jutted out in either direction. His back was fatty and led down to his giant ass that he sat on all day. He knew that once he fought fires and then played a lot of video games, but now he just ate and ate and ate. His body felt so heavy, weird compared to how he had felt the majority of his life- light and athletic. His breathing was loud and he was happy because he got as much attention from Fletcher as he wanted just by calling out for more food.

Fletcher looked over his hogs once more and smiled to himself. How had he been clever enough to pull this off? Less than two years ago all of these men were in peak physical condition, and now he had them blown up to sizes of morbid obesity. Best of all? They all fucking loved it.

Liposius

*This story is perfect for anyone who loves both Greek Mythology and the fattening of men. Liposius follows a modern man as a mysterious lover's true intentions unfold.*

I hate being the type to obsess over everything. I just want things to be perfect, especially with what’s been going on in my life lately. It’s almost too perfect. I can barely think as I aimlessly wander the aisles of this damn mini mart trying to figure out if chocolates or flowers would be better for tonight. Michael barely eats, which is probably how he maintains his godlike figure. Everything about him is chiseled; it’d piss me off if I didn’t feel so self-conscious around him. His sharp jawline, 8 pack abs, toned biceps, thighs that could crush any man’s scull. With just the slightest amount of body hair and a flawless complexion, he’s the definition of a dream boat. Part of me wants to buy him the chocolates just to attempt to ruin his figure, but I know he wouldn’t eat them and I’d end up pigging out later tonight after I think he’s fallen asleep. He’ll walk in on me stuffing my face with salted caramel covered deliciousness wearing nothing but a pair of underwear that hug my waist a little more than they used to. I know this exact situation will happen, too. Not because I’m psychic or anything but because every time I spend the night at his place I end up pigging out uncontrollably. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me lose my self-control. At least he’s nice about it though. In the two months we’ve been seeing each other I’ve somehow managed to pack on over 20 whopping pounds of blubber and he’s never said a negative word. Granted, I’m 5’11 so the difference between 140 and 160 isn’t too noticeable to most people, but I can’t hide it Michael when we fool around pretty much every night. Sometimes he’ll pinch my little bit of extra weight and smile, or in bed he’ll grab me from behind and shake me like I have an actual belly for him to grab. I wouldn’t be thinking about it so much if he weren’t so damn physically perfect. As his erotic body crosses my mind yet again, I decide to purchase a dozen sunflowers and try to get any thought of chocolate out of my head.

As I scan the flowers at the self-checkout I notice how the bottom of my tucked in work shirt hugs my small paunch more than it did last week. God, it’d be great if I had any motivation to go workout. You’d think that going from a flat stomach to having this sack of fat would be enough to get myself motivated, but that’s obviously not the case. I always tell myself that I’ll go to the gym but I never get around to it. I graduated from the Boston University with a degree in finance last spring and have been working in an office, which is already lazy enough. When I was in school it was so much easier to hit up the gym between classes, or even when I started this job I went pretty regularly, but ever since Michael and I started seeing each other I don’t feel like I have to expend the same kind of energy that I used to. It’s almost winter, every adult packs on a few pounds around Christmas time anyway, right?

On my way to Michael’s condo I pass a store displaying mirrors and stop to check to make sure the high winds haven’t messed up my hair too much. My dark hairs have kept their place pretty decently, I guess undercuts are good for that sort of thing. I can’t help but look at my face, has it always had this much weight to it? My scruffy jaw seems to be slightly more pushed out than I’m used to. At least my winter coat hides my little belly pretty well. I’m glad that it’s virtually impossible to tell how much my pants button is straining under these layers.

I get to Michaels condo complex and let myself in. Like every day I come here, I’m instantly taken back with the beauty of the place. High ceilings, brass toned marble floors, expensive furniture, dark accents, more space in a luxury condo than anyone should be able to afford, and, as always, the smells coming from the chef’s kitchen are divine. I follow my nose to the towards the back and spy on Michael cooking up a storm. How he can afford all of this, I don’t really know. He’s never actually told me specifically what he does. I know he’s some kind of higher up, but I’d rather not pry. He usually prefers to keep his private life to himself, and that’s more than fine by me. I don’t need to know his life story to appreciate him, no matter what my logical side is telling me. Right now though, I’m listening to the side of me telling me to go kiss the beautiful man cooking us dinner.

“Hey baby,” I greet him with a kiss on his smooth cheek, which is slightly hard for me to do considering he’s 6’4, and hand him the flowers I bought. “I got you something to celebrate our two months.”

“Ah how sweet, you know I adore yellow things.” He tells me with a smile. “I’m making us that dinner we talked about the other day.”

Oh shit, I completely forgot. He asked me what my favorite foods were and said he’d make them all, to which I called bullshit. But by looking at the spread he has going so far, I think he might’ve been serious. Homemade potato chips, pork tacos, several California rolls, and a small German chocolate cake. Him doing this kind of stuff for me is the exact reason I don’t push him to tell me more about himself. Plus the mystery is always nice.

Within half an hour my Adonis has finished our meal and we’re eating at his oversized dining room table. With all the food he made I’m thankful that this table is so big, it looks more like a potluck than a quiet dinner for two.  As per usual, Michael has basically nothing on his plate. Some potato chips and half of a California roll. I fill up my plate though, not eager to reject his gift. I’m always so hungry around him, too. I don’t think I could eat a moderate amount if I tried.

Usually when we’re together we’re having great conversations about life and things we find interesting and all that kind of stuff, but during eating time all conversations are out the window. I’ve never made such a glutton of myself before I met him that day on the street. I had been looking for a new place to grab lunch downtown when I ran into him, too involved in my own hunger to not have noticed this tall man walking right into me. The way he handled my stumbling words was so suave, and then he asked me out to lunch right there. That was the first of many increasingly satisfying pig outs I’ve had with this man.

I probably look ridiculous eating all of this food, but I don’t pay attention. I don’t even notice that I’ve eaten anything at all until I reach out to grab another taco and the plate is empty. Jesus, there was at least a dozen of them when we started. I don’t know how I always eat so much. Michael always has slightly more food for me every time I see him, and I always eat it all despite if we’re in public or not. Sometimes it feels like he’s training me for something.

“Was that the last of the tacos?” I ask, slightly ashamed that I still kind of want more.

Michael smirks and holds up something small and round between his fingers. “That was the last of everything, my little piggy.” He throws the object towards me and it lands on my bloated gut. It’s a button… a button from my shirt. The shirt that’s been busted open by the part of my belly that’s sticking out the most. Did I really eat all of that food and pop this button? I should’ve known that this would’ve happened, but it was so damn much food!

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we finished all of that.” I say meekly. “I need to work on portion control.”

Michael leans forward, his face coming closer to mine. “You’re perfect just the way you are.” He reaches out a tan hand and puts it around my neck, bringing me in for a passionate kiss. When he pulls away he wipes chocolate off of his mouth, which I realize must’ve come from mine. I wipe the rest off of my mouth with my sleeve and brush little potato chip crumbs and bits of rice off of my distended lap.

“Might as well take this off now,” I casually laugh and pull off my ruined dress shirt, throwing it on the floor. “Want to take this to the bedroom?” I try to stand up but realize that I’m way too full. I fall back down and the force causes my torso to shake. I’m breathing heavily from all the pressure.

“Maybe in a minute, I think you need some attention first.” Michael tells me and comes over to sit by me, rubbing my swollen gut and kissing me. I’d probably be questioning this more if it didn’t feel so damn good.

As soon as I can move we move to his California King bed and make out there. I run my hand through his thick black hair that’s always so flawlessly pushed back. He doesn’t take his hand off my gut the entire time we’re going at it. He’s so aggressive, so primal. I’d feel bad for laying here like a stuffed pig ready to be feasted on but I’m still so full. Besides, he doesn’t seem to mind doing most of the work. Slowly he undresses myself and him, until we’re both slowly getting ready to cum. His cock is the perfect size for my ass, all 10 inches of it, but we have never gotten that far. I’ve asked and he says he wants to wait, but tonight just feels like the right time.

“I want you in me Michael,” I moan, like I’m his little stuffed pig.

He looks me in the eyes. “I don’t think you’re ready. I don’t think you want to be mine yet.”

God damnit he’s pulled this ‘be mine’ bullshit before, but it’s just more of the same mystery he’s so into conjuring.

“I’m ready.” I say, staring him down. “I’m yours, completely yours.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, completely yours and nobody else’s.”

“Alright then.” He exhales, almost as though he’s nervous. “There’s something I would like to show you. You’ll have to stand up to come see it.”

I cringe at the thought of standing, but he helps pull me up and leads me over to his closet door, his thick ass bouncing slightly. He slides the closet door open, but it doesn’t lead to his walk in closet. Behind the door is another similar room.

I’m confused. “What’s going on?”

Michael softly smiles and puts an arm around my shoulder. “Just trust me.” He commands. I don’t know why I’m so trusting of him, this is some weird voodoo stuff happening. He holds my hand and leads me into this magic room, covered wall to wall in black marble. The furniture looks like it’s made out of solid gold with wooden accents and the only light comes from hundreds of white candles lining the room, some of them looking like they’re floating midair. At the end of the room are two french doors that open up to a balcony where vines have started to creep into the room. Despite the doors being open outside in the middle of a Boston winter, the room is a comfortable temperature.

“Michael, what is this?” I demand to know.

“You said you’d trust me, now follow through. I know that you meant it.” Something about this whole thing is off but for whatever reason I do trust him. I lie on the new bed belly down and smack my lithe ass, inviting him to stick his growing erection deep inside me. His towering body comes over and I feel the release of him starting to fuck me raw. He’s powerful and active, as almost as if he’s a wild animal. He sticks himself deep inside me and I cum without being touched within a few minutes and not too long later he’s filling me up with what feels like an inhuman amount of cum. For a solid few minutes he pumps himself further in me as he pumps excessive amounts of jizz into my hole. With a final moan he’s done, and he collapses on the bed next to me, sweaty with all the effort. I’m too tired to shower, I’ll deal with all of this in the morning. Right now all that’s important is falling asleep in my man’s arms.

//

“Good morning beautiful.” I’m greeted as my eyes flutter open. I’m painfully hungry, I can’t really concentrate on this man that I finally got to penetrate me. The room looks completely different now that the candles are extinguished and morning sun floods in from the open balcony. Outside spring birds are chirping and I hear some chatter from a group.

“Good morning,” I say back, “Have you made breakfast yet?”

“I thought you might be hungry, I had food prepared for you.” Michael lets me know as he stands up, still nude from the night before, and grabs a comically large tray of chicken and waffles big enough to feed a family of four. I sit up with a little more difficulty than usual, probably from the epic ass pounding that occurred, and dig in. “There are a few things we must go over… now that you’re mine.”

“What do you mean?” I’m not really in the mood for this vague stuff. At least the food is amazing. I could barely get the words out.

He chuckles at my gluttony. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. My name isn’t really Michael.

A lot of this is going to be hard for you to accept, so please hear me out. You may have heard of me before in stories and tales from older times. Back in the day my father, Olympian ruler of the sun, gave birth to two twins who were supposed to be able to control the human physique. One would cause severe malnourishment and the other extreme obesity. These two twins were seen as a plague to the human world as they drastically changed to structure of human bodies they were around. Driven by sexual desires for the skinny and the fat, they were constantly fighting against one another to change the whole of humanity to their respective extreme. Soon the father grew tired of seeing the fighting and changing of the humans so drastically, and he damned his children to enchanted realms. This is where you are now, in the enchanted realm of the god who turns humans obese. As you may have guessed, I am that god. I am Liposius.” He snaps his fingers and the pillow next to me turns into a large, obese pig. I jump and spill syrup all over my body and the pig starts licking it up. Michael, now Liposius, snaps his fingers again and the food I spilled returns to its original position and the pig morphs into a plate of steaming bacon. I reach over and take a bite. It’s crispy and grease dribbles down my pudgy face. I wipe it off and I feel that my scruffy chin gives in a little more than it did last night.  

He continues. “By the rules of my father I only get to choose one mortal every hundred years. After I have chosen, I am damned to stay in my realm until the turn of the next century.” He opens the door that should lead to his condo room, but all that’s inside is a walk in closet. “I cannot travel back into the mortal world until the mortal year 2100. Usually I wait until later in the century to make my choice, but when I saw you and your beauty I knew you must be mine. I was hoping to set up stronger roots for obesity to grow in the western world, but instead I staged the whole street meetup so that we could encounter and make you mine one day.”

“What do you mean ‘Make you mine?’” I ask between bites of bacon. “I don’t get it.”

“Well,” He starts, “When we became intimate last night I planted my blessing inside you. Over the next week you’ll be growing enormously obese, around 50 lbs a day. If you haven’t noticed, it’s already started.” He sits next to me and jiggles my belly, which has slightly increased in size since yesterday. I notice my chest is sticking out a little more than usual too, nothing extreme but enough to freak me out.

“What the fuck is this?” I demand to know. “What am I going to say to my friends, what am I going to wear? How am I supposed to explain this to my boss?” My mind is running at a hundred miles a minute. Suddenly my hunger subsides for the first time in a while.

“Oh, Beautiful, I think you have misunderstood.” He tells me as he penetrates me with those chocolate caramel swirl eyes. “You will be here from now on. My blessing will make you immortal, and you will live here in my realm with my other men. Here you’ll always be well fed and have plenty to keep you happy. I make sure my men are treated with the best and only the best.” He kisses my forehead and lifts a piece of bacon to my mouth. I open up and let him feed it to me, subconsciously accepting my fate.

Day 1- 170lbs

Liposius gives me a white cotton jock strap to put on to let me feel somewhat decent when I meet the other men living here. The jock keeps sliding down my chubbier thighs, but I figure that won’t be a problem for too long. I really don’t want to meet these other guys, my life just got turned upside down, but I have no other choice. Liposius says that if I want more food I have to get it from the common areas. Language won’t be a barrier here, we can all understand each other. This is never how I imagined entering a magical realm, but it’s still exciting to get to see all of the various enchantments.

Down the fancy hallway and down the stairs the mansion opens up into an entryway decorated in ancient and modern gold pieces. White marble lines the floor and all the furniture looks as though it’s been picked out to show elegance throughout the ages. Practically every surface is covered in rich foods, both sweet and savory. Roast pig, all kinds of potatoes, pastas, breads, stewing lamb, pastries, pies, cakes, and other foods from every culture and time period. Liposius walks me into a sitting room decked out in oversized plush couches completed with TVs, video games, and all kinds of streaming.

“This is the main media room,” He tells me. “All the food here, like in the entire house, replenishes itself and changes daily.” He picks up a piece of fried chicken and offers it to me. I take it and he picks up a piece for himself.

“Kamal! Malcom! Come here and meet our new blessed man!” Liposius calls out. Two giant nude men slowly come lumbering in from the next room over. I notice that the open doorways are particularly wide, which is good because these are easily two of the most obese men I’ve ever seen. The first one through the door is a pretty hairy man with large, furry man tits that quiver more than his soft fuzzy belly, probably of Middle Eastern decent. His bloated face is covered with an attractive beard that doesn’t hide his sports ball sized double chin in the slightest. He’s the taller of the two and waddles in breathing heavily using two overly enormous thighs, followed by who I assume is Malcom. The first thing I notice is how far his hairless belly sticks out in front of him. His lovehandles cascade around his thick sides and mold amazingly into his soft back fat. His chest isn’t as impressive as Kamal’s, but each pec still has more fat on it than my growing belly does. His nipples are fat and kind of pointy, and his grey blue eyes match his silky red hair well. I look down and notice that he must’ve had only an average sized cock when he was thin because I can’t find where it lies under his bulging, bouncing fat pad. I mentally guess both of them to be over 500lbs of blubber. After a few introductions the men start messing with me, the new ‘skinny’ guy.

“We better play horse shoes soon,” Kamal tells Malcom with a voice as smooth as red velvet cake. “We at least want to get a few games in before he gets too fat to bend over!”

Malcom laughs and his entire girth shakes. “Oh yeah,” Malcom looks me up and down. “He looks like the perfect size to reach down behind the fridge and see if he can find that remote we lost during that rager in the 18th century.”

“Remember when Miguel was blessed,” Kamal recalls, “and he thought he’d be able to get the remote but he spent so long trying that he grew fat enough to get his arm stuck back there and we had to scream for Liposius to come and work his magic?” He lets out a deep chuckle at the memory and wipes a few beads of sweat from his forehead. “I’m need to sit- I can’t remember the last time I stood up for this long! Come join us for some shows Newbie, we have every channel you can think of.” Kamal and Malcom grab some greasy food off of a table serving fried seafood and fall onto the oversize couches, sending their fat jiggling like two heavy water bed.

“I have some business to take care of,” Liposius announces. “I’ll be back in a few hours to start off tonight’s feast in your honor. Until then get used to your new life of gluttony, my blessed pig.” He claps his hands and the lights in the room dim. A TV show about Ice Truckers starts playing on the wall to wall screen. My extreme hunger is taking over so I grab a plate stacked high with deep fried shrimp and sit down, sandwiching myself between the suffocating bodies of the two huge men. Their grunts of gluttony fill the room, and I start getting used to the idea of looking like them. I should be freaked out, but something about Liposius’ easy going demeanor is making all of this feel so natural.

//

I’m woken up from a nap still sitting between Malcom and Kamal by the lights turning on and Liposius announcing that it’s time to start the feast. I stand up and realize that my jock strap isn’t falling off me as much as it had been this morning. Liposius brings me to the expansive kitchen at the back of the mansion that opens up to the outside courtyard. Lighting comes from many torches and the air smells like sweet grapes. There’s a giant brass fountain statues of obese creatures that I once thought were mythical standing at the center, spewing water out of their mouths. Beyond the fountain there’s a vast garden made of 20 foot tall shrubs, all cut out in modern shapes. Immediately to the right there’s an Olympic sized pool that’s been set up with tables and chairs all around stuffed with classic Greek feast food. Obese, nude men of varying sizes are gathering around the pool and the food, all having started eating despite already looking stuffed to the brim. From the forest to the left, engorged half human creatures are coming forth. A fat centaur with thick hindquarters, a handful of rather wide satyrs, a couple of large men with scaly legs talking about how they’re about to get drunk off their fat scaly asses. Liposius walks me to the pool and puts a hand up, quieting everyone down.

He clears his throat. “Last night was a once in a century occasion. I, Liposius, have chosen this man to give my blessing. I know you all will join me tonight in celebrating this wonderful, soon to be giant, man and may we all get fat and drunk in his honor. Now, a toast, to the pig of the century!” Everyone raises their glass and chugs back their sweet smelling drinks. Right away men come and gather around me, all eager to introduce themselves. Each comes with food that I gladly accept, as I’ve grown ravenous since my nap.

The next couple hours are a blur of introductions, food, and godly beer. I find out that only the most obese men, all around the size of the ones I met earlier, are the ones who’ve received Liposius’ blessing. I’m number 20 on the list. All the other men here are normal mortals that have stumbled upon the realm without meaning to. They’re always skinnier men who have wanted to grow grossly obese but don’t have the means to in their daily lives. Every once in a while one of them with immerge from the forest, or climb out of the fountain, or however they arrive, and be greeted and welcomed to fatten up to their heart’s desire. I met one middle aged man, Larry, who was a mechanic from London that used to work out every day. He was driving to the gym one night when he, for whatever reason, swerved into the forest and ended up in this realm. A centaur brought him to the mansion and helped him to get set up. Since then, he’s packed on over 100lbs of bulging fat and gets to live the life he’s secretly always wanted to live. Once he gets to his desired weight of about 450lbs, he plans to get sent back to the mortal world by a centaur and can’t wait to surprise his chubby chaser boyfriend with all the weight he’s gained.

According to the party goers it’s good luck to rub the new man’s growing belly. Every time a new hand is placed on my abdomen, I feel slightly bigger. That would make sense, as I’m constantly gaining weight. By the end of the night I guess myself to be around 210lbs, not counting all the food and drink I ingested. My belly is sticking out so much, mainly from the bloat but also from the fat slowly accumulating. I look almost pregnant when I fall asleep.

Day 2- 218lbs

I spent the night with Liposius but I’ll be spending today with Miguel, the last blessed man to come before me. I met him last night at the feast, he’s one of the smaller of the blessed men, but definitely not small by any other standard. His huge weight is well distributed and he still spikes his hair into contemporary hairdo that was in style maybe a decade ago in the mortal world. I squeeze into my now tight jock strap and look at myself in the wall length mirror before starting the day. My belly has a slight overhang now and is starting to hide the straps on my jock. My sides are filling up with quivering lard. I look back at my ass and see the back straps are being squeezed down by the weight of my jutting bubble butt. I never thought I’d have so much fat back there but I can’t complain too much about it when sitting feels this comfortable.

A moment later Miguel opens the door, covered in a sticky layer of sweat that probably came from having to walk up the stairs. He’s eating a waffle out of his hands and is getting syrup all over his protruding neck fat.

“Morning,” He greets, heavily chewing. “You’re already looking bigger than you did last night!” He pokes my naval and his chubby finger sinks deeper than I expected it to.

“Yeah, you’re looking kind of big yourself.” I say and grab him by the belly before taking a lick of syrup off of his fat chin.

Liposius speaks up, still in bed. “You know Miguel you never really grew to the size I wanted you to. I’ve been meaning to fix that.” He snaps his fingers and Miguel’s entire body pushes out about another inch, making a ‘fwump’ sound and sending every new inch rippling. “There we are.” Liposius explains with a big grin on his beautiful face. “Another 30 pounds never hurt anyone.”

//

Miguel takes me on a short tour of the large mansion showing me hallways for our individual bedrooms, recreational rooms, dining rooms, game rooms, and various stuff about anything else I should know. While in a dining room we stumble across some enchiladas.

Miguel sighs and sits down, taking a break from the walking. “These enchiladas remind me of the ones my mom used to make back in the day. I’m sure she’s long gone by now but sometimes I still miss her. When Liposius and I met, I was just a thin young man working full time in a bakery that had just opened up in Mexico City. He saw my love for the breads and knew that I’d be perfect for him. Now, decades later, he’s still surprising me with new tricks he has for my huge body. I’ve never seen him just snap his fingers and make me gain so much! I’d ask him to do it again and again, but I know he likes for us to be able to walk around without him having to carry us himself. He learned his lesson with Bryan. Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying your growth. It really is a great time in the lives of the blessed.” I sit with him and we gorge ourselves on enchiladas. Chunks of pork and beef falling down onto our bellies, covering us like two pigs who never learned what being clean is. I can feel my fat gut bloating out as I gorge more and more. The contrast between our sizes is still so big, but I realize that in a few days I’ll be as big as this monster of a man.

The tour ends with seeing the Gallery of What Once Was- a hallway dedicated to the display of 20 marble sculptures. Each sculpture is of each of the nude blessed men when Liposius first met us. At the end of the hall is my sculpture, depicting my toned, slim body that I had only a couple of months ago. Miguel shows me his, a very strong man who could probably lift a whole lot of bread. Each of us was so thin, so toned. The man who ruined our bodies really has a type. A very, very hungry type.

That night I’m watching a sumo wrestling match with Miguel and another blessed man, Ikioi, who loves the sumo sport because he looks like a very well overfed wrestler. He’s a really blobby man. Many of his features are smaller, such as his nipples, fingers, cock, and nose. They all get lost in his vast blubbery body.

I lift my stuffed self off of the couch to get another plate and hear a snap. “Oh no,” I say. “I think this jock is about to give out.” I look past my rounded chest and pull back the fat accumulating on my sides and see that slowly, as I grow more obese, my jock strap is ripping strand by strand. Once the whole things snaps off and my hip fat juts out, I see for the first time today how my cock is getting surrounded by my fat pad. I’m fully erect but I’ve lost at least and inch and a half. I’m so turned on that I jizz all over the floor right then and there, unable to bend over and clean it up with how full I am. Miguel and Ikioi clap and cheer for me, reaching down and pleasuring themselves while I grab us more food.

Day 4- 321lbs

God I’ve gotten huge! I feel like a real fat guy. My whole body is swelling. I can feel my thighs rubbing and my belly jiggling when I walk. I can’t wait for my chest to get hefty enough to quiver as I shove more greasy food into my greedy mouth. My man boobs are already pushing out my sausage like arms, and I can’t even recognize my face. My scruff is very pushed out by my modest double chin and my cheeks have a ton of weight to them. I play with my jutting ass all the time, it’s so soft and jiggly. I’d never call my belly small but I’m hoping it’ll catch up to my extreme ass soon.

I bounce my nude, bloated body down the stairs and head out to the pool where I find Liposius, Larry, and this guy I know to be a mortal ex-professional tennis player who’s now only slightly bigger than me. Liposius is asking about how their stay here has been and how they’ll handle heading back to the mortal world.

“Hey, Larry, I’m way bigger than you now. Look at this blimp.” I say and shove my round belly into his more modest one. I’m still not used to my new weight and bump into him a little too hard, sending him falling down on his more padded ass. “Liposius, can you do the thing you did with Miguel the other day?” I ask.

“Sure.” He answers. “But only for you, my blessed.” He puts his arm around my fatter shoulder and snaps his fingers, causing both Larry on the ground and the ex-tennis player to both blow up another couple of inches with another two ‘fwump’ sounds.

“Holy shit, Liposius, you really know how to turn us on!” Larry moans. He’s not lying either, him and tennis tubby are both rock hard underneath their fatter bellies and are working on tugging one out. I see them jiggling like crazy and know that I look just as big, if not bigger. It’s almost hard to believe until I look down and see how much I’ve truly let go.

Liposius shakes my shoulder and points at the pool, where the largest man at the mansion is floating belly up in the pool, lazily rebounding off of Malcom as their bodies collide in the water. “Speaking of turning me on, I brought Bryan out to swim earlier. I don’t like him getting much exercise but he won’t stop complaining about being stuck in his room. I know I locked him in a prison of his own fat for all of eternity, but I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

Bryan is the only immobile blessed man here. From what I can tell, he was really attractive back in the day. Dark skin, shaved head, once angular features. Now he’s so fat he can’t even walk. He’s what every blessed man here wants to be, but there are 20 blessed men and only one Liposius to take care of us. He’s tried getting the obese satyrs to help out in return for staying in the mansion, but it turns out they’re even lazier than the mortals.

Afternoon 6- 445lbs

I feel like I finally settled into a routine today. Waking up, stuffing myself all day, really starting to fit in with the other blessed men now that I’m approaching their size. It’s all hard to comprehend when it’s happening so fast. I’m sweaty, out of breath, jiggly, and exhausted 24/7. Liposius has been great with helping me get accommodated, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how hard it is to move around. The fat just keeps piling on. I don’t want anymore, this is miserable, but I can’t do anything to stop it. I know that no matter what I’ll get fatter, so I give in and I eat. The food feels so good inside me. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I told Liposius I’d be his. I just thought I’d be getting fucked raw, but he opened me up to his world. I should be more appreciative of all that he’s done for me.

He can’t keep his hands off me. We spent most of today in bed, my huge body really drives Liposius crazy. He goes wild on my huge ass, my giant shaking belly, titty fucking me for the first time now that, according to him, I have a proper set of moobs. He can’t stop feeding me, I’m constantly covered in food grease that he licks off of every fold. My huge face hasn’t been clean since I got here. Not to mention that I haven’t seen my cock in days, but Liposius loves whatever is left for him down there. I still have all night to eat, gain, and be fucked by Liposius, but tomorrow will be my last full day of gaining weight. Today though, I’m going eat so much I break the bed.

//

Day 365- 530lbs

Once I reached my current weight I plateaued due to the current enchantment Liposius has set. At the time I was glad that I stopped gaining, but now I just want to gain more. All I can think about is food and what I’m going to be eating later, even though I’m currently stuffing myself. Every day has become a blur of food and sex, but I’d prefer to just eat. I put out for Liposius, but he always keeps me well fed when we fool around. There’s only one thing that he could do to truly please me after this year. I need him to cum inside me again.

Tonight he’s throwing a feast in honor of me having been here for a full year. It’s one of his big celebrations that he always does, but all I care about is the food. I eat the entire night, barely noticing the men coming up to me to rub my gigantic fat belly and shaking my pubic fat, looking for another year of good luck. At the end of the night, Liposius asks Larry if he’ll help us get me up the stairs, but he’s much too full. The obese man’s getting dangerously close to his original goal of 450ish pounds, but he’s thinking about staying a couple extra months. He reminds me of me when I was growing. Sweaty, lazy, short of breath, and hungry. I guess he still reminds me of myself.

I made a real pig of myself tonight, and Liposius is sure to remind me. “You have grown so much, my blessed pig. Remember when you had abs? What is this?” He shakes my giant belly. “Your fatness covers your manhood, pig. I have to hold my breath just to blow you off. You’re no man, you’re a giant, jiggling pig.” He starts to shove his hard dick in the spot where my dick has been pretty much sucked in by blubber.

I moan, but wiggle out of his grasp. “Flip me over.” I groan, knowing it’s going to make me expend effort.

“You want me to play with your morbidly obese ass? Alright, I’ll flip you over.” He whispers in my ear, licking my bulbous scruffy double chin. He flips me over and starts flicking is cock against my asshole, careful not to go in.

“I want that ass, pig, you know I do.” He says. “Too bad it would make you even more of a pig. Seeing you eat yourself stuffed tonight at your size has shown me your true self.”

“Fuck me,” I demand. “Nothing will make me happy unless your fuck me.”

“You know I can’t do that. I want to but you know I can’t.” He sounds weak, like he’s trying to convince himself he’s in control.

“I want it. I’m yours, all yours Liposius. Now make me your blessed man.” I moan, almost out of breath from the arousal.

Liposius sighs. “I can’t… but I have to. It was always going to be you, wasn’t it pig? You have always been the one I am supposed to make the biggest in the world.” He sticks his long cock into my deep hole and I squeal out from the pleasure. This is what I have wanted for so long- my heart is pounding harder than usual. A moment later he’s cumming buckets inside my fat asshole. He screams out, his face pinched from releasing all the tension. When he’s done, he falls next to me, a sweaty mess. We catch our breath.

“So what happens now?” I ask.

“Well,” Liposius starts, “ The enchantment set right now has my blessing more than triple the size of the blessed man over the span of 7 days. You’re about to become the biggest man this realm or any else has ever seen.”

A Very Realistic Hook-Up Story

*This story originally started off as another attempt as a realistic fattening fantasy, but quickly divulged into a narrative fitting what I hope happens to every one of you fatasses reading it.*


Jake was the first person I’ve hooked up with who actually meant something to me. The way he treated me in bed, the way he looked at me, it was like everything I’d learned about men previously had been erased.  Of course, none of this particularly means anything anymore. We saw each other one time, several months ago. I think it was sometime in May, but now we’re about to head into September. You’d think I’d be way passed this by now, especially with all the stress from school and work, but there was something about him that I just can’t shake from my mind. In my more mundane classes, my mind often wanders back to that night. Or at work, when I feel like I can’t file another paper, I’ll pretend that I’m going back to his place after I get off the clock.

              All of that being said, you can imagine that I’m fairly excited to go see him again tonight. Memories of his chiseled abs and defined pecs pressing up against my lithe body have been flooding my mind since he messaged me a few days ago. He always was the perfect amount of assertive. Taking control but still letting me have a say in what happens. I recall grabbing onto his wavy dark hair and seeing him stare into my soul with piercing eyes as he pounded away. He was a little taller than me, and a bit more muscular. I think his profile had said he was 5’11 and around 160 lbs. Not a body builder but not as utterly skinny as me. Usually I prefer my men to be more on the thicker, well, fatter side, but with Jake I didn’t really care. This is cliché, but we made a genuine connection that night.

              I begin the drive over to his new apartment. Last time I saw him he was living in a run-down place next to the junior college he was going to, but his new place is in a much nicer part of town. Maybe he got a stroke of good luck with a grant or scholarship? He was being pretty vague when we talked earlier, which isn’t really like him. I’m trying not to think about it too much, but you never know what’s going to happen in these situations.

              Entering his new building, I’m immediately surprised. The place looks more like a 5 star resort than an apartment complex. The first thing I notice is the monumental  indoor waterfall that flows from what must be at least fifteen floors up, completed with winding stairs on either side. Each floor has hallways that overlook the extravagant lobby, and many fancy light fixtures hang from the ceiling at various lengths. I walk over to the front desk and greet the very handsome blond front desk man.

              “Zac for room 113?” He asks me in a deep voice.

              “Yep, that’s me. How’d you kn-“ I get cut off before I finish my question.


              “We’ve been expecting you, Zac.” The muscular man tells me as he leans over, letting his biceps poke out of his snug polo. “Jake’s room is down this hall and to the left, right past one of our dining rooms. If you find yourself needing anything during your visit, feel free to let any one of our workers know. Enjoy your night, Zac.”

              ‘They’re really professional here’ I think to myself as I walk past the dining room. It’s closed right now, but it’s also midnight. I can’t believe they have so many workers here. Just walking down the decently sized hall, I notice several handsome men in snug polos walking past me with room service carts. Most places don’t offer room service this late, let alone have so many people ordering it at this hour. I push that thought to the side as I pass a shirtless man, probably in his early twenties, who I guess to be around 430 lbs. His pale flab jiggles with each step and he has to lean back slightly as to not tip forward at the expense of his massive belly. His plump moobs rest peacefully on top of his overfed, stretch marked gut, and I notice a bead of sweat fall onto his left tit. He’s breathing heavily and looks like he just got done working out. I’m just not convinced that he’s done anything more than walk down this hallway, though. I notice that his stride is just as confident as any skinny man’s, he walks from his hips and let his flabby arms sway around his belly. As he passes me I notice that his shorts are unbuttoned and only zipped up as much as bulging pubic fat would allow. I watch his fat ass walk down the hall before thinking that he must’ve been extremely handsome when he was thinner.

              I reach room 113 with a huge boner, and try shoving the thoughts of that huge man out of my head as I knock on the door and think about Jake. I hear his voice yell “Coming!” and I refocus my thoughts back to abs, strict jawlines, and his chiseled ass. A minute later Jake finally opens the door.

              Instantly I’m relieved that I won’t have to be focusing on muscles for the next few hours. Jake’s muscular body is long gone. I mean loooooong gone. Like he’s gained 50 lbs of fat and hasn’t touched a gym in months long gone. He opens the door fully and stands back, allowing me to enter as he flashes me a dumb smile. His jawline isn’t completely gone, but his face is way fuller. His cheeks have weight to them and his chin is really, really soft. I’d say that he should’ve shaved a few days ago, but it’s probably more difficult now that he’s so much chubbier. His hair could use a trim, but the shaggy look isn’t so bad on him. He’s wearing the same black tanktop he was wearing last time I saw him, but it’s now hugging the bulges of his torso. His soccer ball sized gut sticks out about an inch from the bottom of the shirt and his pecs have turned into two small hills of fat with nipples that let you know exactly where they are under the shirt. His arms, which used to be lean muscle, now jiggle when he moves and looks like two slightly stuffed sausages. He’s wearing a jock strap and I look around back to see that his ass is way bigger than it used to be, and looks like it’ll jiggle for days. His fat butt cheeks hang slightly over the bottom of the jock strap, hiding it from my view. But he can’t hide his blubbery legs that now touch when he just stands there.

              “Hey Jake, long time no see.” I say to him, grinning at his new size.


              “Yeah, Zac, it’s been a good minute.” His words come out of his mouth differently, like there’s a little more effort involved with fighting his incoming double chin.  “A lot’s changed in my life, if you haven’t noticed. Sorry I didn’t put on better clothes, though. I thought you were room service.” He finishes with a laugh. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door behind us. Jake answers the door and takes a dish from a good looking room service man and tells him thank you, while I awkwardly stand here staring at his bulging ass. Jake takes the lid off the dish.

              “Vanilla milkshake and chocolate donut holes, my favorite midnight snack.” Jake explains, popping a donut hole into his cute mouth. “You want some? I can order you anything you want.” He tells me.

              “Ah sure,” I say, knowing I’ve been wanting to put some weight on myself. “I’ll take one of the same.”

              Soon my food gets there and we sit in his sleek living room on his L shaped sleet grey couch eating donuts and drinking milkshakes, talking about what’s been going on in my life (more of the same). Jake finishes his order before I even get halfway done with my donut holes. He orders one more of the same and comes back to the couch and puts his heavy legs over mine. I tangle them together more and push my toe into his soft belly. His shirt’s been slowly riding up and my toe sinks deep into his olive skinned fat. “So, how did this all happen?” I ask, half referring to his weight gain and half referring to the nice ass apartment around us.

              “I’ll tell you if you do me a favor,” he says enigmatically. “Finish your shake and jerk me off.” He smiles and I do as instructed, chugging the rest of my shake and moving next to him, taking off my shirt. My middle is swollen tight and I’m painfully full, but it doesn’t stop me from helping Jake take off his jock. His dicks is a big as I remember, but where his V used to be is his fat belly resting over pubic fat that he hasn’t been keeping up with like he used to. I grab his cock and use the last bit of milkshake for some makeshift lube. He presses his thick face onto mine as we kiss, and he tastes like sugar. I lay my arm on his soft side and his side fat spills over my thin arm ever so slightly. His belly and moobs shake and jiggle until I get him to cum all over himself. He leans back in ecstasy and I jerk myself off, cumming on his fat, bloated gut. I get groggy and fall asleep resting on Jake, using him like a body pillow.

              The next morning I wake up, put my clothes on, kiss Jake goodbye and effectively forget all about that explanation he promised me. As I walk to my car, I start wishing that I hadn’t forgotten. All around the lobby, chunky men of various sizes roam around in clothes that don’t fit, sometimes bumping into each other and sending their bodies into an episode of quivering. My dick grows hard, but I know I need to go. As I walk past the windows I watch a rather scruffy 280 pound man in only sweatpants stuff a whole hamburger into his mouth before walking up to a mini bar and being handed a milkshake.

////

Over the next few months I don’t know what has gotten into me. All I can think about is those apartments, but Jake hasn’t been answering my texts. Sometimes I skip work and just go and sit outside the place and watch what goes on in the inside. I’ve always wanted to be thicker, but ever since I Jake and I shared milkshakes I can’t stop thinking about wanting a gut of my own. I’ve managed to gain twenty pounds, and I’ve filled out a little, but it’s nothing compared to what I want. At least when I jerk off I jiggle now, which is somewhat of an improvement. It’s just not enough.

              I skipped class today to stay home and stuff myself. I almost finished a whole pizza in one sitting, but I’m still only about 160 lbs now. That apartment complex is driving me crazy, how have I not even gotten the name of it? I put on some slightly snug shorts and a less loose shirt and drive over to the place, knowing I won’t be able to get it off my mind.

              Once there, I make my way into the lobby that’s abuzz with the sound of blubbery men enjoying themselves. It smells like a pleasant mix of grease and candy, and the lights seem brighter than the last time I was in the lobby. I walk right past the front desk. The same blond man is there this time as well. As I walk by he says, “We’ve been waiting for you, Zac.” Suddenly I’m more aware of how my shorts hug my chunky ass. I walk down the hall and bump into a dark skinned man. His heft throws me back a bit.

“Oh excuse me there, didn’t see you. You must be new here too.” He says, examining my body. The man must be around 200 lbs and is kind of tall, but his face is kind and chunky.

“Nah I don’t live here.” I tell him. “I’m just visiting a friend.” My dick is hard from colliding with his belly, but he’s still got some muscle to lose before I’m all in for him.

He laughs. “Well, I started out that way too, slim. Hopefully your friend will help you get a milkshake or two, if he hasn’t already.” The man walks down the rest of the hall and his bubble butt shifts as his legs rub together. I wonder what the deal is around this place? It’s a good thing I’m here to get answers. I reach room 113 and knock.

“Come in!” Jake yells through the door. I try the knob and it’s unlocked. On the couch sits Jake, unsurprisingly even bigger than he was before. He’s not wearing any clothes and there’s a muscular man in front of him, sucking his shrinking dick and feeling up his fuller moobs. If I had to guess, Jake must be around 260 lbs. His belly sticks out way in front of him, over his cock, and his arms and legs are significantly stuffed more with quivering fat. His neck is thicker and connected to a scruffy double chin. His fat neck melds well into his chunky face that doesn’t really even look like the Jake I saw that first night. In a few seconds the muscular man starts jerking him off and he cums, kind of weak, the white sticky stuff barely reaching his fat rolls. He sinks back and runs a chubby hand through his wavy hair. His arm fat fights with his chest fat when his arm flops back down to his side. He’s so fucking hefty.

He looks back at me with those eyes, just standing there. “Ah cool, Zac, you came back.” He says slowly to me, his double chin hitting his fat chest as he speaks.

“Yeah, man, I can’t stop thinking about this place,” I know I sound desperate but this is driving me insane. “I need answers.”

“Well, sit down and I’ll order some Mexican food and milkshakes and we can chill. Sound good?”

“Sounds fucking fantastic.”

Within minutes the food is here and we’re sitting on his couch eating loaded nachos and quesadillas. Jake more shoves the food down his throat than eats, but watching him like this is only turning me on more and more. He constantly drops bits onto his fat, and it gets stuck inside his side fat. Every now and then he pulls it apart and eats all the fallen food. I make sure to eat my fill, but I can’t nearly keep up with Jake sloppily shoveling it in with his fatter appendages. His forehead gleams with a slight film of sweat.

He takes a sip of a milkshake. “So my man, I know this looks like a pretty sweet deal to you.” He lets out a small burp as I struggle to take another bite. “And it really is. I can’t tell you much about what’s going on because, in all honesty, I’m not entirely sure. All I know is that a man from a hookup app offered to pay for me to live here, he said it turns him on to pay for my shit. From what I can tell, that’s how most guys here afford this place. Either by my guy or some other pervert out there.”

“Okay,” I say, breathing more heavily than normal because of my stuffed abdomen. “That doesn’t explain how fat you all are”

“Oh, yeah, about that.” He looks down at his body and smiles, resting a hand on his huge gut. His love handles are poking out. “I didn’t realize it was going to be like this until I got here, but I actually really like getting fat. I feel better than ever. Before I came here I didn’t know if I’d be able to afford dinner, but now I don’t have to worry. And on top of it, I’m blowing up like a feakin balloon! Look at me, I’m huge now. And I want more. I never thought it’d be that way, but after I ate that first meal I knew I wanted nothing more than to get huge. Look, if you want to live here, you can.”


“Wait, what?” I ask. “Is it that easy? I just get to move in?”

“Yup, I can get you the next room over before the end of the night if that’s what you really want. I’ll make it happen” Jake lets me know. My mood is instantly lifted, that’s all I’ve wanted for the past few months, all that I’ve thought about.

“Hell yea, man, sign me up.”

We spend the rest of the night eating and sleeping. The next day I wake up feeling fatter already and move into room 114 of the apartments.

///

I look at myself in the mirror after putting on the same pair of shorts that I came here in. They don’t button anymore, and my pubic fat keeps them from zipping up all the way. I look at my belly that touches the sink now. I’ve got perky mounds of fat sitting right above them, and my face doesn’t feel like my face anymore. It feels like a chubby guy’s face, but it belongs to me. It’s harder to move around and I get out of breath a lot easier. The walk down the hall to the dining rooms is more difficult it used to be. My belly jiggles with every step and my ass always feels like it’s going to bust out of my shorts. I guess gaining 60 more lbs will do that to you.

I meet the usual people at the dining room, we’re all fatter than when I first met in. Jakes here’s verging on 300 lbs. His moobs sag over his overstuffed belly and his arms look overly plump. Ever since I moved in, Jake and I have gotten pretty close. Even as he balloons he’s kept his sweet and genuine demeanor. We mess around with each other too and have fun- I always put shit inside of his blubbery side rolls and see how long it take for him to notice. His face has so much weight to it, it’s ridiculous. None of his clothes fit anymore so he just wears a really tight pair of athletic shorts he found 30 pounds ago. I sit next to him in the booth and our love handles touch, his overpowering mine. He’s used to it by now, especially because his belly is constantly being pushed into the table in front of us. Not too long later the man I bumped into in the hallway the day before I moved in with the short hair and bubble butt joins us at the buffet style dining room. His name’s Grant and he used to work at a law firm before he got offered by some guy online to move into this resort. Since coming he’s blown up from 150 lbs to over 250 now. A lot of guys here have similar stories. Men from random places with random jobs and occupations get offered to live here. The pants Grant came here in still kind of fit, but they’re ripping at basically every seam. He might as well be naked. As he sits down, his gut hits the table and he grunts, trying to make his belly fit. His fat is more firm than Jakes, but his lower half makes up for the firmness, bulging out of his ripped pants at every seam.

A waitress comes over and we order several dozen rolls of fried sushi and milkshakes to wash it down. The food comes out immediately and we all get to eating. It’s not clean by anyone’s standards, with food falling and lots of grunts. Usually we’re all covered in food after every meal. If you don’t need a shower after eating, the meal must not have been that great. I’m able to eat way more than I was ever able to 65 lbs ago. It’s like every day I wake up fatter. I’ve completely forgotten about school and work, I don’t even know what happened to my phone at this point. My life consists of eating and chilling out at the resort with my fat friends. It’s funny, I don’t really remember much about what I used to do. I know a list of facts, but it all seems trivial now.

After several hours of eating like pigs, we’re all full and decide to head down to the pool once we’re digested enough. We walk pretty slow, especially Jake. He’s not used to all his new weight just yet. I stand behind him as we walk down some steps and I notice that his back and shoulder fat jiggle and bounce as we go. We’re breathing heavily, but that’s everyone here all the time.

“God damnit.” Jake says. “I want another milkshake.”

Grant sighs. “Me too, lets stop at the bar.” And we do. While we wait Jake orders him and I some donut holes to go along with it. Grant lets his belly rest on the counter, his back’s been hurting lately. Jake sits for a minute and I admire how his fat cascades over itself. Before we walk the rest of the way to the pool, Jake tells the suave bartender to put it on our tab.

At the pool we chill out in chairs and let our guts soak up some sun and digest some more. I can practically feel the fat coming onto my body. Looking around, most of the chairs are full of men varying in size. Directly across from me I see a younger pale man verging on 500 lbs sitting in a chair that looks like it’s one straw away from breaking. A pool boy comes around and offers the man a vanilla milkshake, the same color as the hair on the fat man’s fat chest. The big guy happily takes the drink and the chair’s mesh rips under his immense weight. He lets out a grunt and a bead of sweat falls onto his belly. Poor guy must be exhausted. The pool boy helps the man up by reaching around his rotund body and places him onto a sturdier chair. I notice the pool boy has the biggest hard on underneath his white pants. Once he’s finished I stand up and walk over to the pool boy, letting my stuffed gut lead the way.

“Hey,” he says, “Need another milkshake, maybe some food?” He asks.

“I actually could use another milkshake, but that’s not what I’m here for.” I say, looking into his hazel eyes.

“Oh, okay,” The pool boy says, handing me a milkshake with his lean arm. “What did you come over here for?” His face is extremely angular, like he could be a model if he didn’t work here.

I take the milkshake and chug it as fast as my stuffed belly will let me. My belly noticeable stretches out as I chug and it’s hard for me to breathe. “I know you like this,” I say to him, pushing my fat and bloated gut into his trim torso. He looks down and a lock of brunet hair falls into his face. His lips curl into a smile.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” He asks bashfully.

I chuckle, but it hurts my bloated gut. “I’m guessing that you don’t carry around churros in your pocket all day. But, if that is a churro, can I have it?”


              “It’s… not a churro dude. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No disappointment at all,” I let him know. “I was just wondering if you’d wanna move in here? There’s plenty of room here next to our rooms.” I gesture over to Jake’s fat ass eating more donut holes, sagging the mesh in the pool chair himself. “And I know a guy who’d love to pay your stay.”

“You know, that actually sounds pretty tight. I’ve been thinking about moving in, but I wasn’t sure about how my parents would handle me having my own place here. My name’s Trevor by the way.”


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Trevor moved in later that night in room 115 that night while Jake and I fucked over in room 113. For someone with a belly my size back then, I really gave it to him. The way he jigged all over his bed drove me wild. His ass had gotten so big, my dick could barely fit all the way in. I also had to do all the work because he gets tired so fucking easily. It was that night that I knew I wanted to try to catch up to Jake. Ever since I saw him after he gained the weight, I knew I wanted to be like him. I wanted to be as huge as him, I was tired of him being the fatter one. In all honesty I felt kind of bad, especially because Jake’s been nothing but good to me. But that night I decided I wanted to be the one who got whatever I wanted just because I was huge. That night was two months ago.

This morning I woke up at 310 lbs and hungry. I’ve had men in my room every day stuffing me to my max. I woke up this morning, and one of the bellhops had to help me sit up. My belly is gigantic. I haven’t seen my cock in so long. I’m huge and I hate walking and I sweat all the time and the only thing that can actually cool me down is a milkshake. Looking in the mirror I don’t recognize myself. My face is fat and jiggly. I look down at my moobs facing different ways and I feel my double chin blocking me from looking all the way down and seeing every stretch mark. I walk over to my bed to try to put on a pair of sweatpants that don’t fit and my entire body jiggles with every step. I reach down and see my fat fingers grab onto the pants, but just throw the pants to the bellhop and my arm quivers. I can’t bend down, they know it and I know it. I lift one fat leg, then the other, then they pull the sweatpants over my huge ass. My belly hangs over the elastic as it digs into my thick waist. I walk to the front door, ready to finally leave my room and see how everyone else has changed, and my pants start riding up. My thighs give me major chub rub, so I try not to walk.

I step out into the hall and stop to catch my breath when a belly runs into me. About 230 lbs from my guess, not huge but pretty well developed. It has a nice ball shape and fat moobs that are the size of baseballs. His arms and shoulders are just now starting to chub out, and his face looks chunky- as if it used to be skinny and angular. I recognize those hazel eyes.
              “Holy shit, is that you Trevor?” I ask, happy.

“Yeah dude it’s me, Zac right?”

I smile and feel my fat face shift. “Yeah it’s me. You got fuckin’ fat. Jesus. But hey, I guess I did too.”

“Yeah, you really did. And yes sir, I’ve been eating a shit ton. Anyway, I was just about to go grab a milkshake at Jake’s, you wanna come? He’s been missing you, although he understands why you needed that time to yourself” He adds.

“Sure, I’ll come. I’m glad he understands, but I do feel bad about leaving him after all he’s done for me.” I let him know.

We walk into Jake’s room and my fatass has ballooned more than I thought he would’ve, as if he’s been gaining 30 lbs a month. Everything about him is heftier and plumper and fuller. He’s gigantic and I’m both pissed and turned on. While I haven’t caught up to him, I’ve definitely been gaining faster. Jake’s excited to see me and see how I’ve blown up. I’ve gained about 90 pounds since he last saw me, so his short cock grew hard just seeing me. His pubic fat surrounds his dick, but it’s one of the hottest things about him. I can’t believe his face is so much more wide and blubbery than it was the last time I saw him. The TV remote is buried in his fat fold, but I can barely see it sticking out because it’s in so deep. I’m hoping he puts it in there because that’s where I used to keep it.

The three of us don’t bother wearing clothes and after we’re done stuffing ourselves silly the three of us start jerking each other off. Trevor and Jake have become pretty good friends, which is nice to see. Also Jake can barely reach his cock, and I’m starting to get into that territory, but Trevor will be able to get us for a while. He’s still in that stage where he’s got a basket ball sized gut but he’s not completely drained and tired all the time. I don’t even think I could wake up without my morning milkshake. Trevor sits between Jake and I and my love handle’s push into his smaller ones. I can see Jake jiggling like crazy while he leans back and Trevor takes care of him. I love it when Jake leans back now that he’s so big. Every pound of fat moves with him and jiggles in place. Trevor’s got me too, and I try to get him, but my arm’s too fat and it’s uncomfortable. So I let the skinnier boy take care of me while I think of how much fatter I’m going to get. After I cum all over my stretch marks I see that Jake’s asleep and Trevor is ordering more food. Two large pizzas.

“Make it five” I tell him. “I’m hungry.”

“Whatever you say fatass,” he says to me, his face looking fat as his words come out. I look down at his belly and notice that his happy trail looks stretched out and that he’s already getting stretch marks under his chest blubber. He looks like he’s gained all the weight rapidly. Every part of him pushes out, even his ass, that was once nonexistent, is looking thick as hell. I kiss him and notice how fat my face is and how thick his is becoming. He’ll look great when he gains more.

The three of us spend the rest of the day on the couch eating and sleeping, ordering more and more food. I’ve had an obsession with fried Oreos lately and love ordering them by the gallon. I fall asleep in a fat bliss, hoping one day I’ll outgrow Jake.

///

A week later and a several more pounds on each of us, the apartments announce that they’ll be expanding their business. With more funders than ever, there will soon be apartments all over the US and in several other countries. We have the option to move to any location we so please, but I think I’ll stay here.

At the mid-day meal in the dining room, Trevor tells the table that his dad is actually one of the donors for this place, and that’s how he got the job here as a pool boy (apparently being attracted to fatasses runs in the family). He looks totally glutted out while he tells us that The 1% is on some kind of fantasy thing to turn as many men fat as possible. He takes a bite of fried chicken and grease falls onto his bloated gut. Jake sticks out a fat finger and wipes it up, licking his chubby appendage slowly. A fatter Grant laughs at the news, and a leg of his chair breaks. I think to myself, ‘Maybe The 1% isn’t so bad after all” before digging into the first of many cakes for the day. I can feel crumbs getting caught in my fat rolls and I grow hard, not that anyone would be able to see at this point. I’m, just, very glad I had that first hookup with Jake.

The Pen Men

*In The Pen Men, Men In Black style pens are given to feeders and what unfolds is truly obese. One of my personal favorites.*

Matt and I started serving at the Uptown Café a year after we had planned to start college. Of course, as lazy as we are, we never actually got around to applying for classes. You know how it goes. One second you’re graduating high school and moving in with your best friend and then the next 5 years have gone by and all you have to show for it is the double bedroom apartment y’all can barely afford and the half-decent part time job that had, at some point, turned into a less than half-decent full time job. I don’t mind living like this, at least we were having fun, but for some reason Matt really had a problem with everything. He’s a lot like me- he likes to party and shit. We’d go out and have a good time, until it seemed he didn’t want to have one anymore. I guess that’s why he moved in with that other guy- what was his name? Brent? I don’t know, and I don’t really care. It was supposed to be Matt and I against the world… until one day it wasn’t. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, blah blah blah. Yeah, it hurt me. Not as much as I would’ve expected it to, though. He’d been distant for a while, drinking a lot and not really doing much outside of going to work and dropping in on the occasional party. I’d been missing the old Matt, the one who’d do stupid shit with me and never failed to make a room light up with his winning smile and sense of humor. So, when he got down, I really wasn’t surprised that he got picked up by some new guy that easily. Just kinda sucked that I had to move too- there was no way I could afford that apartment on my own. Not to mention that things at work started getting a little weird after that.

Anyway, enough moaning about how Matt’s kinda shitty. I’m not entirely sure it was all his fault, too. After he moved in with that new guy, there were two solid months where things didn’t add up. He stopped answering pretty much all texts, even from our other close friends and coworkers, and dropped shifts left and right at the Uptown Café. And when he did show up to work you could tell that he was getting really, well, fat. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t huge or anything. But between the two of us, we’d never weighed more than 320 lbs combined. Working out was never our thing after high school, but both of us still had light abs on our slim frames up until that point. We played some sports in high school, Matt was even better than me at most of them. He’s 5’11 and semi muscular- of course he’d do well. His thick thighs even got him a baseball scholarship that he never used. That’s why I was surprised that day when Matt showed up at the Café carrying a small gut on him. His jeans were tight and his black polo was having trouble staying tucked in. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t insanely turned on. The only reason we were best friends and never anything more is because he was always too skinny for me. Matt knew that too, he’d hit on me a few times throughout the years but I always told him I like some meat on my man’s bones. He definitely wasn’t lacking in the looks department either. Dark and scruffy, handsome features. He got his fair attention from guys around town. So when he showed up carrying a few extra pounds, I was more than excited. I started thinking that the new Brent guy might not be so bad for Matt after all, even if I could tell that I was losing one of my closest friends.

Nobody at work mentioned Matt’s weight gain, despite how apparent it was. He started eating on the clock, stealing food from the kitchen. Not just bites here and there, but taking actual meals off trays and stealing pastries from the bakery. The kitchen got pissed, but Matt never cared. When I talked to him about it he always said he didn’t know what I was talking about and smile, like he was being bashful about it. It was obvious he’d been pigging out, though. As his little gut grew I found him more and more often next to whatever food line he was stealing from, holding his belly and burping to relieve the pressure. Those last two months at the café, he actually seemed happy again. Bloated and happy. It was a nice change to see, I was starting to feel like I had my old friend back personality wise. Best part was that he didn’t even mention Brent once, and I wasn’t about to bring him up. Not when it felt like I finally might have something with the fattening friend.

The day Matt quit was the last day I saw him. It’s been half a year and I still remember it like it just happened. I was taking a table’s order and Matt walked into the Café in uniform, but his clothes didn’t fit at all. We hadn’t seen him in over two weeks, and it looked like all he’d been doing since his last shift was eating. His face looked fuller, like a double chin was starting- his scruff was swelling out around his not-so-sharp jawline. His polo was tight at the top and unbuttoned. His chest looked soft, like you could poke it. His gut bounced with each step, you could really tell because the polo didn’t cover him bellybutton down. I’d seen that happy trail a thousand times around our old apartment, but it never drove me so wild until I saw it stretched out by the new blubber. I wanted to poke his lovehandles so bad, to trace his fresh stretch marks with my narrow fingertips. His biggest pair of jeans couldn’t contain his girth, and neither could his underwear. There was a good two inch gap between the button and the button hole, and a good amount of fat pad spilled over his underwear that he couldn’t pull up all the way. As he walked passed me going to the back office, he winked at me and his softer face folded into a slight smile. I looked down and saw his belly bounce one last time. As he walked away, his slightly sweaty (it was a hot day) ass crack smiled at me too. His ass demanded my attention, straining the seams of his jeans down into his thick thighs. I gave my attention back to the men at my table, who’d barely noticed Matt walking by. A few minutes later I caught a glimpse out of the window of Brent walking Matt back to his car, twirling some kind of pen in his left hand. And that was the last time I saw my now beefy best friend. Rumors soon circulated that he quit that day, and everyone moved on.

That was half a year ago. Not much has changed besides the apartment I live in. I’ve made some new friends, gotten some good tables at work. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to get up the nerve to go see him. The fact that he ignored my text and calls after smiling at me before leaving the job we got together was confusing, to say the least. But here I am, half a year later and just as confused as I was 6 months ago, at the steps of Brent’s high end apartment that Matt moved into, last I heard. I raise my fist, thinking about how Matt must’ve been at least 200 pounds last time I saw him, and knock a few times. Don’t salivate, you’ve known him since you were little. Don’t be gross.

A few seconds later I hear a deadbolt unlatch and Brent opens the door, shirtless. He’s definitely cute, if you’re in to tall, blond muscular men who wear cotton shorts and no underwear. His dick’s big, in case you’re wondering. God, I don’t even think he’s hard. Instantly I’m a little intimidated.

“Hey,” I start, “I’m an old friend of Matt’s. Is he home?”

He leans on the doorframe, his bicep bulging with the tension. “Yeah! He’s in here man,” Brent confirms in a friendly tone, “you wanna come in? He’s in the shower but it’ll only be a sec. I don’t think we’ve properly met, I’m Brent.” He extends his large hand served with a smile.

I shake his hand, it’s wet. “I’m Matt’s old roommate, coworker, whatever… Hayden.” I wipe my hand on my jeans and Brent gestures for me to come inside.

“Ah, sorry about the wet hand! Just got done helping out with some shower problems.” Brent says and wipes his hand off on his shorts, too. The main hallway is dark, but Brent leads me from the side by placing his huge hand on the small of my back. My cock twitches from the touch- how’d he know that area is basically my second g-spot? I’m hoping him and Matt haven’t talked too much about me. As friendly as Brent’s acting, things could turn at any second. This all seems a little… convenient.

The hallway opens up to an expansive living room that’s piled high with junk food. All around the room, in shoulder high stacks, lay boxes of danishes, snack cakes, chips, ramen, candy and sodas. Brent’s sizable kitchen overlooks the living room and is equipped with two refrigerators and a deep freezer. Everything has a pretty modern look, but the sleek look is slightly tainted by the immense amount of packaged food laying out in the open. Despite that, though, Brent definitely knows how to style a room.

Instantly things are making both more and less sense simultaneously. As confused as I am, I follow Brent into the kitchen.

“Welcome to Chez Moi! Make yourself at home man, no shirts allowed. Go ahead, throw it anywhere.” Brent instructs. I follow his orders and throw my well-fitting black polo onto the granite counter, despite being more uncomfortable every second. It feels like he’s eying me up like I’m some kind of prized pig he’s going to want to bring to the faire.

“So…” I try, tapping my finger on the countertop, “how long do you think Matt’s going to be in the shower?”

“Not much longer man, he was almost done last time I checked. It’s been taking him a little longer than it used to in there, that’s for sure.”

My cock twitches at the thought that Matt might’ve put on even more weight, if that’s what he’s insinuating. I’m glad my jeans are dark, I don’t need Brent seeing the precum stains. I want to probe more. “He always used to take pretty quick showers, what do you think takes him longer?” I ask.

“Probably all the weight he’s put on,” Brent answers with a slight laugh. I shift a bit to adjust my cock in my jeans and Brent looks down at my crotch. “Yeah man I know you like the sound of that, trust me I’m into it too- ya know, big guys and all. It’s a good thing though, you wouldn’t be here right now if we weren’t! Even had an officer influence you to come over.”

“What do you-“ I’m cut off by the sound of a door closing down the hall. Matt’s footsteps sound… heavy. Very heavy. When I see him attempt to walk through the door head on, I’m shocked. He’s huge, absolutely massive. He can’t even fir through the door without turning to the side. Even his side profile is massive, the way his bulbous belly sticks out so far. Matt’s chubby fingers grab a few bags of powered donuts off the top of a pile of junk food and sits naked on the couch, turning on the tv.

“Yeah,” Brent whispers in my ear, “He’s a fat one now. Go ahead, go say hello! Don’t be shy, y’all used to be best friends.” He nudges the small of my back and I stumble forward a little, overcome with lust. I look back at Brent and he reassuringly nods at me with those beautiful green eyes.

“Hey Matt, it’s me.” I say, wandering around the junk food piles over to the couch. Matt’s blubbery face looks over his shoulder, but he can’t see me. Too much lard in the way. I sit on the arm of the couch, right next to his lardy shoulder.

This man, the man I’ve known since we were kids, the skinny man that got basically any guy he wanted, must be over 400 lbs. I can’t believe it’s real, I can’t believe it’s him. But I look into his dark eyes and know that it’s Matt. His face is almost unrecognizable with lard, it’s like he’s been lost. His double chin melds into his full cheeks, and his scruff is untidy. I want to jiggle that chin so bad, but my eyes lead me down. His arms are two giant sausages compared to what the semi muscular biceps he used to have. They push against his moobs, where his pecs used to be. His chest has bloated into two fat cantaloupes connects slightly in the middle, they’re like a shelf over his huge, slightly hairy belly and they blend into his back fat.  His gut sticks way out in front of him and is completely soft, covered in dark red stretchmarks and a more generous happy trail. It’s almost perfectly round, just slightly obscured where his huge lovehandles fold over. As Matt struggles to look at me, his whole torso jiggles slowly. Unfortunately he’s leaning enough to where his lap is covered by his huge belly, but his thighs, stuffed full with lard, are clearly visible. They push against each other as the big boy tries to keep his oversized legs closed. The bottom of his belly wins, though, and his fat legs are forced slightly apart to make room. Even his calves and ankles are fat, completed with blubber filled toes. From head to toe he’s a complete fatty, and I can’t control myself.

Matt bashfully looks at me, like he’s half concerned that he’s naked in front of me. “Hey Hayden, is that you? Long time no see!” I didn’t think he’d be excited to see me, but I’m glad he is.

“Yeah it’s been a minute, a lot’s changed.” I say as I look him up and down to see if he’ll acknowledge his size change. “You’re not exactly easy to get ahold of.”

“Well I lost my phone awhile back and I’ve been too busy to go get a new one…” Matt responds.

“Oh, busy?” I say, watching his chubby fingers reach into a bag of mini donuts and shove one between his plump lips. “Have you gotten a new job since quitting at the Café?”

Brent interjects, walking in shirtless from the kitchen, muscular pecs bouncing. “Matt doesn’t really work anymore. He prefers it here, right Matt?” He asks with a shake of Matt’s fat covered shoulder. His body quakes.

“Oh yeah, I love it here.” Matt says in response. “Brent’s got everything you could need. You should really try it sometime, Hayden. Brent knows his way around a kitchen.”

“Thaaaat’s right Matt, and you know your way around a dining table.” Brent says, poking Matt’s belly and letting the fat bounce back out. Matt doesn’t even pay attention, he’s focused on the donuts. “Ya know, Hayden, I could use a word with you back in the kitchen. I know you must be a little interested in what’s going on!.”

Back in the kitchen, out of Matt’s earshot, Brent gets to explaining. “Sorry man, this whole thing must be weird for you. I was confused too when I was in your position, so I’ll answer any questions in just a minute. First though, let me tell you about the company I work for for. We call ourselves the Pen Men, lame I know. But it makes sense because we operate with these little things.” Brent takes a white ballpoint pen out of his shorts pocket and starts twirling it. “This is where it gets freaky, man. We can limitedly control other people with this shit! All you gotta do is concentrate and then click the pen, and boom they’re under our spell. They’ll eat as much as you want for as long as you want, in a nutshell. Look at what I did to your buddy Matt, he doesn’t even notice he’s fuckin 430 lbs man! This sounds nuts, but I know you’re into it. You wanna give it a go?”

I’m overwhelmed by all of this information at once, he’s about to let me try out this pen that lets me make anyone as fat as I want them to be? “Okay if this is true, then fuck yeah I want to try it.” I say. Brent looks me in the eye and clicks the pen, it emits a flash of light, but I won’t remember that in two seconds.

I’m a little dazed from the click, but jesus christ my stomach hurts like it never has before. “What the hell did you do to me, Brent?”

“Man I just tried the pen out on you, look down you’re huge!” Brent tells me, gesturing to my swollen middle.

“That doesn’t make sense…” I say, holding my swollen tummy. I haven’t put on any weight, it just feels like I’ve eaten more than I ever have in my life. I burp to relieve the press so that I don’t have to stay doubled over. “Did it fill me with food?”

“Nah man, look,” Brent says, grabbing a tablet off the counter. “I put you under for the last hour and this is what you did!” He opens up a video taken on his living room security camera. I see myself in fast forward enter the room and grab a pile of junk food. I sat my skinny ass on the couch and ate 10 bags of chips, half a dozen sodas, and half of a sheet cake. After I ate as much as I could possibly hold, I waddle back to the spot that I started in, right next to Brent. “The damage is all there.” Brent points at the couch, where Matt is greedily leaning back and eating the rest of my cake with his hands. “See? It really works! I knew you thought I was full of bullshit man.”

My eyes grow wide, still confused as to what exactly Brent wants me for. “So you’re gonna hypnotize me and make me as big as Matt??”

“Nooooo dude that was my plan origionally,” Brent tells me, “But the Pen Men want you as one of us, they wouldn’t let me have you. I was pissed at first but maybe one day you’ll end up back in my living room!” He puts his meaty hand on the small of my back and pulls me close. “I couldn’t let you go without trying my pen on you at least once, slim… So what do you say? Do you want to be a Pen Man?”

My response is immediate. “I absolutely do.”



Part two

“Great,” Brent says. “Ya know, I almost wish you would’ve said no. Anyone who says no to the Pen Men ends up just like Matt over there!”

I’m not extremely happy about that, but there’s one thing I can’t get out of my mind. “As fucked as that is, Brent, are we allowed to fuck the fat ones?” I’m more horny than I am embarrassed after asking that.

“Of course we can!” Brent says. “Hey Matt, lube yourself up!”

Matt, like a trained dog, reaches over to the side of the couch and picks up a bottle of lube and stats pouring it all over his fat folds. You can hear them slurping from the kitchen, waiting for my cock. I take off the rest of my clothes and walk over to Matt, my bloated stomach leading me. Matt’s eyes are looking at me like they’ve never looked at me before as he lays back on the couch, done covering himself in lube. I hit my rock hard cock against his gigantic belly and send his hole body quivering. Months ago he was just a basket ball sized gut. He was just a thin man who’d been eating a little too much lately, but now he’s so much more. Leaning over him, I slide my head in between his moob and belly fold and let it slide in and out. God he’s so fucking fat, I can’t handle it. My taut abdomen is jamming into his gigantic soft one, a feeling I’m not used to. I take my dick and jam it into his fat folds and he moans like a fat boy who hasn’t eaten in half an hour. I never thought I’d hear that sound from him, sounds almost like the grunts he’d make when he played baseball. I pulse in and out quickly, not able to control myself. He jiggles more and more as I get more intense before I finally cum a huge load all over his belly. He reaches for a box of pizza he’d been working on earlier, not caring that he’s still lubed up and has my cum all over him.

Matt looks up at me. “Will you finish me off? For old times sake?” He says with those fat guy eyes, looking at me the same way he looks at the box of pizza.

            “Sure, fatass, I’ve got you.” I say and slide my tired, bloated body next to him. I dig under his fat, slippery belly until I feel his now small dick poking straight up. That thing used to be a lot bigger, but now there’s so much more in the way. I give him a half assed handjob, it’s not easy fighting against his 430 lbs man gut. It doesn’t take him long to squirt out, his sex drive definitely not what it used to be. Maybe Brent keeps him overused, I know I would.

            Brent walks into the room, naked and hard, and throws a towel at me. “Aight man, your ride’s here. Dry off and go out to the black SUV outside. I’ve got some biiiiiiig business to take care of,” he says as he sits on Matt’s fat thighs and sticks his dick into Matt’s gut. He looks at me. “ Hopefully one day you’ll end up in my living room.. You know you way out?”

            “Yeah, it’s just down the hall.” I say. “Hey, Brent, thanks for everything… Hopefully one day you’ll end up in my living room too.” I throw the towel down and wink at him, grabbing my clothes and heading out the door. Before I close the door I can hear the squelching of lubed up fat and Brent’s loud moans echoing through the apartment. I really do hope he ends up in my living room, someday. He’d look stunning with a few hundred pounds.

            I quickly hop into the backseat of the black SUV parked right in front of the building, now dressed back in my Uptown Café uniform. It’s an extremely nice interior, but the partition keeps me from seeing the driver’s area of the car. In the other middle seat sits a man with black hair and sharp features wearing sunglasses. He pulls out a white pen, and before I can protest I’m coming-to sitting in what looks like a stainless steel interrogation room.

            “Hello Hayden, welcome to this area’s Pen Men headquarters,” The slender man from the car says to me. “If you’ll follow me we can start our tour. I’m sure you’re full of questions. I’m Officer Halting, by the way.” He seems really friendly, if not explicitly professional.

            I stand up, not even dazed after being under the pen’s spell for god knows how long. Officer Halting takes me through the long white tiled hallways, showing me certain rooms for surveillance, coffee, problem management, recreation, and all that trivial stuff. Finally, we end up in a room that looks like an extremely modern, open windowed, multi level library. Except instead of books, the shelves carry rows and rows of small mahogany boxes, the perfect size for holding pens. You can see on the second floor there’s a wall of screens right up where the elegant stairwell ends.

            “Right this way, Hayden.” Officer Halting leads me straight up to the wall of screens. His black dress shoes click on the tiled floor. “Let me demonstrate the functions of our pens. As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, clicking the pens will unleash a flash and put your target, or targets, under a spell. But there’s a bit more to these functions that I must explain.

            First thing’s first. If you ever need to come to headquarters- maybe you have a question or maybe you just want to talk to some other agents- just press the button at the bottom and your pen will glow green. A shuttle car will appear for you within half an hour.

Now If you’ll look here, you’ll see a switch that you can slide. This will choose if you want your man, or men, to remember what happens under hypnosis. Slide it white to remember, or black if you want them in a trance. Today you’ve had the black option used on you several times. As you may have noticed, it’s completely painless. For most intents and purposes, our Agents generally stick with keeping the pens on white mode. If you ever choose to let your men out of white hypnosis, they’ll find they’ve come to like being huge and won’t stop their habits. With the black option, they usually form habits with eating that don’t stop. It won’t be a quick weight gain like the post white hypnoisis option, but there should still be weight gain. In addition, the men usually get freaked out that they’ve gained, say, 200 lbs. That’s not so desirable, unless you’re into that. The decision is yours, Hayden.

Unsurprisingly, our agents often make mistakes, and that’s okay. Hypnosis is a funny tool that’s not meant to be learned overnight. But there are ways of correcting these mistakes. If you look at my pen here, you’ll see a button on the side. Now this button is extremely important, and if you use it you will undergo a trial by the Pen Men board here at headquarters.  As for the functionality, you press the button and the whole pen takes on a red hue. If you then click the pen, a red flash will be emitted and will alter everyone who could’ve seen your mistake’s perception of the situation to make more sense. You’ve actually experienced the usage of the red alert function before, believe it or not. Take a look at the screen.”

            The screens join together to make one picture. The video starts with a black background and the words “Agent Brent, Target Matt- 212 lbs, Uptown Café”. A video from the cameras at my job flies onto the huge screen. Immediately I recognize the day. I’m over at a table taking an order when Matt walks in, a lot skinnier than I just saw him. His clothes fit just like how I remember them fitting that day, but he doesn’t march straight to the back office, and he doesn’t even look at me. Matt goes and clocks in as he usually would, and he’s getting a lot of stares from customers. He did not fit in those clothes at all. Matt heads to the back and the video shifts to the kitchen’s cameras. Matt walks into the freezer and picks up a 5 gallon carton of ice cream. He throws the lid on the ground and takes the ice cream to the pastry area, out in front of the customers. He grabs a handful of cookies and starts scooping up ice cream, then shoves the food into his mouth. Ice cream is dripping down his slight double chin and crumbs falling are all over his tight polo. Shit’s landing on his exposed belly, it wouldn’t be pretty for anyone to see, except for people like me. You see me walking over to Matt and saying some stuff to him, but he doesn’t even notice me, he just keeps cramming cookies and ice cream into his mouth. It’s apparent he’s getting stuffed because he’s leaning back and his basket ball sized gut is getting pushed out more and more. You can physically see him grunt as he stuffs more food into himself- the customers are disgusted with the melted ice cream sticking to the hairs on his bloated gut. Within a few minutes our boss comes out and starts yelling what looks like “GET OUT” at Matt and points at the door, but Matt doesn’t seem to notice. Brent comes running in on the madness and his pen glows red. He clicks the pen and a red flash is emitted. My coworkers and I quickly clean up the mess and everything returns to normal. Brent and Matt walk out of the restaurant and I’m back at my table taking their order, like I had never gotten it.

            “Wow,” I express. “I never had any idea all of that happened. That’s really powerful for just a pen.”

            “Yes sir.” Officer Halting confirms. “They’re extremely powerful tools and they will not be misused. If you misuse the pens, consequences will entail.

            I want to reiterate to you, Hayden, that this business is a lot more influential than you may think. Have you noticed anyone going missing over the past few years? Maybe they go on vacation and never return.”

            I think for a second. “Actually one of our managers, Lance Brown, went on vacation to Orlando a few months ago and we heard he ended up getting transferred there. Is that true?”

            “Lance Brown? Let’s see here…” Officer Halting says as he types away into the keyboard in front of the screen. “It looks like he got sucked in to a small town pig farm in Georgia… let’s see if we can get an individual camera on him…” Some more typing. “Aha, here he is.”

            The screens glow up with the live video footage of what looks like a fancy dining hall in some kind of mansion. There are a number of long, sturdy tables lined all the way down with rich and heavy foods, as if all the immense men are having a feast. Every seat is filled with a man stuffing his face, all ranging in size. I only see the full picture for a second but the larger men, who probably can’t fit in the chairs, are laying naked on the ground belly up, food falling into their obese mouths. Several naked muscular men walk the aisles, refilling platters that have been emptied by the fat men sitting around them. Officer Halting zooms in on a group of medium sized guys, all hovering around 300-ish lbs.

            “The one facing us is Lance Brown,” He tells me.

            I take a closer look. “Holy shit, that’s him! What is that place?” I ask as I look at my old manager. He’s wearing black slacks that have ripped down his dark, fat thighs and a very stained white button up that’s missing most of the buttons. The button around his moobs still hangs on, as my old manager shoves another piece of fried chicken into his chubby mouth. It kind of looks like he’s even made friends with the other fat men. He used to be so health conscious, it’s shocking to see him getting so big and pigging out like that.

            “This,” Officer Halting explains, “Is one of our pig farms. It’s a small town, population 3,000, that has been taken over by our agents. You see, our whole goal is to make the world fat. We’ve been in operation since this country was created, but in recent years the US government has hired our agencies to sedate the entire country, and then all others. Right now we already have headquarters in most of the western world, but the US is by far the farthest along. The world leaders need us to help our species come to peace, and this is the route they chose. As for our agents, we only choose men who are into fattening other men beyond all limits. That’s why you’re here, Hayden. We need you to help us.

            In our program, you’ll start off by learning to use your pen on one target. Once you feel you have a handle on it, we’ll allow you to control more and more men as you attempt to rise through the ranks. Be warned, though. Thing can get complicated. There are several agents in every town, and it’s a tad too many. You can choose other agents to be your pig, it’s not uncommon for our agents to be taken over. If you’ll look at our screen here, in this farm you’ll see over in this corner the man who originally owned the farm is currently being fucked by the man who took over the farm.”

The screens zoom into a corner on a very large man with caramel skin. The computer detects his face and shows a picture of what he used to look like. Tall, muscular, piercing eyes and wavy hair that any guy couldn’t say no to. Over the picture are the words ‘Agent Mark, taken over. 170-545 lbs’ The man in the video is being fucked by some pale guy with brown hair who’d actually look really good if someone took him over. Currently old Agent Mark lays on all fours, his huge gut wet and touching the ground. I can almost hear it slapping. All his blubber pulsates every time the other agent pounds another one into him. They both look extremely satisfied, despite the fact that Agent Mark used to be the skinny one fucking huge pigs.

“Anywho,” Officer Halting says, brining our focus back to reality. “You’ll figure all of this out as it goes. Who knows, maybe one day you’ll own a city, maybe even a state if you’re lucky. I think we covered pretty much all of our bases here Hayden, so unless you have any questions we’ll be dropping you off back at your apartment.”

Part 3

I come-to in my bed at my single bedroom apartment. On my nightstand sits a mahogany box that holds an exact replica of the pens Brent and Officer Halting had. A list of instructions lays inside, along with the note that for the first 3 months I’ll only be able to put one man under, and during that time the other agents won’t be able to hypnotize me. Sounds like a good deal to me. The only problem is that I can’t figure out who I should use my pen on. None of my friends particularly pique my interest… There’s always my old basketball coach that’s stayed in pretty good shape if I want more of a daddy, or maybe that cute guy from the supermarket that always offers to carry my groceries to my car for me. Then it hits me- Kyle. He was on my high school swimming team and would always try to start shit with me. He even got a job at the Uptown Café a few years ago, and he’s been a jerk to me lately. Stealing my tables and telling me I should pick them up faster, talking shit about me to our managers, just petty things. But damn that man is good looking. 6’ even and 170 lbs of lean muscle- his black undercut always looks better than mine and his facial features are so strong they could lift weights. He’d be perfect.

Technically the Pen Men pay all of my bills now, but I don’t immediately quit my job. I need this last shift to hook Kyle. A whole day has passed where I haven’t touched my pen, but I know Kyle’s working the morning shift too.

Work’s just like normal, I work my shift and keep an eye on Kyle to make sure he won’t leave without me getting him. I finish up a little bit earlier than normal, so I ask Kyle if he can help me lift some stuff in the back because I’m just too weak. He eats that shit up like how he’s about to eat all the food the Pen Men are delivering today.

“Okay Kyle, the stuff’s right over here.” I say as I take out my pen, making sure the setting’s on white.

“Are you stupid?” Kyle taunts, “There’s nothing here.”

“You’re right,” I tell him. “Let me just…” I click the pen and the flash of light glazes over Kyle’s eyes for a second. He looks at me- I’m not sure what to say. “Ummm here are my keys, go to my car.”

“I’m done early? Or are you just too stupid to finish on time?” Kyle asks me.

“Don’t be rude, you’re my friend Kyle. Now go to my car.” I instruct. I guess this isn’t foolproof.

“Oh, right, okay. Can we get food on the way home?”

//

Back at my apartment the Pen Men have already set my cozy place up with piles of food similar to Brent’s and they even brought in an extra refrigerator. Nothing as fancy as Brent’s place, but maybe they’ll offer me something better in the future.

Kyle walks in and immediately starts eating the food without me telling him to do so. I remember Officer Halting telling me that under the pen, they’ll keep eating until they’ve reached their absolute capacity. It keeps them gaining extremely fast. When they’re not eating, they sleep, unless you tell them to do otherwise. This is working out to being a lot easier than I thought I’d be. I tell Kyle to take off his clothes and I’m glad to see his cock’s a good eight inches hard. He’s got a nice amount of body hair too. More than Matt’s happy trail but not too much either. Too bad I’m not into him yet. He’s done a good job of keeping his muscles in shape since leaving high school. At least that’ll all be gone soon enough.

//

First month with Kyle is over and man has it been insane. Kyle’s like the roommate I always wanted. He eats like a pig all day, constantly stuffed, and never complains about anything. Laying back, burping, then shoving more food into himself. He never says he’s full or doesn’t want to eat. He just always wants to eat and it’s magical.

Kyle’s even kind of nice to talk to when he’s not putting me down all the time. He comes from a messed up family and I think that’s why he can be such an asshole. He’s got a lot of cool opinions about the world, a different outlook that I don’t always get myself. It’s kind of refreshing having him as a roommate. He doesn’t really get off the couch unless he has to use the bathroom, and I’ve been falling asleep in his arms the past two weeks. On average I’d say he gains a little bit more than a pound a day, but his capacity has really grown. At first he could eat one large pizza in a sitting but now he can eat over three if I keep them coming. And his gut! All that not working out and being lazy is really looking good on him. Of course he still has a lot of muscle, but it’s all bloated with over 30 lbs of blubber. It’s hard telling how big he actually is because he’s always stuffed huge. When I come home from going out I always find him sleeping or eating on the couch, belly extended outwards and bigger than ever. His pecs are probably my favorite thing because they’re such a hot ex jock thing. Half muscle and so much fat that they’re like pillows. I can’t wait for them to get way bigger. And that ass is growing so much! It’s so much more jiggly and bouncy than it used to be. He’ll make a great bottom one day.

I still live my life, party with my friends and go out, but my life’s changed a lot. Without having to work, I’m free to have this pig jerk me off all day while he eats donut holes. I could really get used to living like this.

///

Today marks the day that I can now be taken over by another agent- I got an email from the Pen Men warning me to be cautious and on the offensive. I’m honestly not too worried, though. All the friends I’ve made at headquarters are really nice and I can’t really think of anyone who’ll come for me.

As for Kyle? Well he weighed in at a hefty 278 today, having gained more than 100 lbs since he’s been with me. I really do want another man soon, but I want to finish out Kyle first. Watching him blow up is ridiculous. I don’t understand how he doesn’t go insane watching tv all day, but he’s happy as a clam. I can’t see any more of his muscle, which is freaking great. He’s a blubber boy now, back fat and all. When he brings himself to stand up, he his ball belly bounces like crazy. I can’t stop sucking on his baseball sized moobs, if we’re honest. I do wish they were bigger, though. Most of that 100+ lbs has gone to his belly, which is massive. It’s firm but it’s huge! Easily twice the size of a hairy basket ball. Soon it should be getting a lot softer, if I’m right. I don’t even want to talk about his face. If you’re looking neck up it looks like he’s barely gained 10 lbs. He’s handsome… for a skinny guy. That’s okay though. His belly gets me through the night for sure.

////

Shit went down tonight. It’s been over a month since I’ve been able to be taken over and not much has changed, life’s been pretty normal. Kyle weighed in at 315 today (most of that weight has gone to his arms, legs, ass, and face. Thank god.). And he can eat over 5 large pizzas before crashing. If I rub his softer belly and jiggle him until he burps sometimes he can get close to 6 pizzas. He’s just really freaking cute when he arches his back after eating a ton and his belly bows out, huge.

Just as I was falling asleep, using Kyle’s sleeping belly as my pillow, I got shaken awake. Brent’s face was eye to eye with mine and he had me totally pinned down. Fucking Brent, I knew I should’ve tried aligning with him.

He said to me, very nicely, “Do you want black or white, man?”

OPTION 1

I’m defeated, I know it and so does he. There’s no winning here. I moan, “Guess I’ll take black. Not much can be worse.”

“Whatever you say, pig. I’ll see you in 400 lbs.” he tells me as he clicks on the pen and smiles at me, happy that I’m about to become his.

//

I come to and can’t tell how long it’s been, but I feel heavier. I can’t breathe well and every part of me feels, well, fat. I look and see that I’ve been brought to one of the pig farm dining halls. At least it’s a nice one.

I look to my left. “Kyle! Is that you?” I ask this man who looks like a 450 lbs Kyle. Super blubber yand bigger than I ever saw Matt get. He’s naked and covered in stretch marks and has gotten a little harrier, I’m really digging it. His arms and legs have finally gotten some lard on them, I wanna lay my head on them. I stare at his gigantic belly again and I can feel my dick getting hard but there’s something in the way. God, I’ve gotten fat.

“Yeah it’s me, glad you’ve come to.” Says the much bigger Kyle with a mouth full of burger. “Brent’s to your right by the way.”

I move my fat head to the right and see Brent, the jerk looks like he’s gotten even more muscular. Figures. Good news, though. He’s eating like crazy. That must be why I’m no longer under, he got taken over too. Serves the douche bag right.

“Hey Brent” I say, still defeated. “Who got you?”

He looks over at me, not shocked by the size of my body. Maybe I haven’t gained too much weight. Or maybe he’s just used to my size because he saw me eat myself huge. Anyway. Brent puts down his bowl of mashed potatoes and exposes his bloated gut. “Ah man it was that guy over there. He got me good, too.” He points over at a Mediterranean guy who must be 6’6 and hung as hell, walking around shoving his dick into random fat folds. That could’ve been me. The man stops at a guy who must be 600 lbs laying on all fours all greased up. I’d recognize that fat face anywhere, it’s Matt. God that could’ve been me, fucking my old skinny roommate after he’s gained over 450 lbs of blubber. He even looks like he’s ready to be fucked, he’s so plump and not saggy at all. The perfect fat sausage.

            I decide it’s time to look down at myself before I give into the cravings that are hitting me hard. Jesus I must be over 300 lbs, I’m huge for me! I used to have abs, I wore size 28 pants and a medium shirt- I was skinny! And now I have stretch marks, chubby moobs, a double chin and fucking love handles. I play with my the back of my obese ass and my dick grows hard. I can’t jerk off here, though. Maybe if I get fat enough the hot man will fuck me. I grab a loaf of bread and start shoving it down my thick throat.

OPTION 2

            I can’t let Brent win, I need to see Kyle get massive. I need to use my head, Brent’s not smart. I am.

“Kyle!” I yell. “Take my pen and click it when I say go!”

“Man, that’s not going to work,” Brent tells me as hefty Kyle lazily bends over with trouble and grabs my pen out of my pocket. He looks extra full and he can’t breathe well. “I have you pinned, you can’t do anything.”

Brent looks to the side to see if Kyle has the pen; he does. While he’s distracted I slam my face into Brent’s eye and he screams. I yell, “GO” and Kyle clicks the pen while Brent’s looking at me in confusion and pain. His eyes glaze over. I’ve won and I’m smiling in victory “Alright Brent, I’m moving into your place because I think Matt might be too fat to move, so carry me over to your apartment. Kyle, follow us.”

            At Brent’s place I see that Matt has grown to over 500 lbs and is so plump that I can barely control myself. I start dry fucking him and Brent and Kyle start eating on the couch. We might need to expand the furniture in here soon with the way I’m going to be having Brent balloon.

            The next day I get a letter in the mail from the Pen Men saying that Brent’s place is officially mine and that my stuff will be moved in soon. They encourage me to try to make alliances and build relationships with other agents. One person can’t rule the whole world, they remind me.

///

            Over the next few months I start realizing that my town is slowly getting taken over by the Pen Men, and it’s fantastic. I’ve slowly gotten all of my old coworkers working on their new bodies, about 20 men total. I got moved into a sizable house with a nice dining hall that I watch right now.

            Watching Brent balloon has been absolutely greatWhen his gut was the size of Matt’s when Matt quit the Café, I took Brent out of the trance and showed him the video Officer Halting showed me.

            “Brent, your gut’s that size now. Except you’re more bloated. How’s it feel?” I asked him.

            His chubby face looked up at me, “God I wish it were you and not me, but I guess I do look pretty hot right? You wanna fuck my gut? I’m so horny man.” I looked down at his fat and overly full gut, covered in melted ice cream. His dick was standing straight up between his chubby thighs. He had the biggest bubble butt I’d seen that far, so I let him have what he wanted. The poor ex jock was just going to eat himself huge, it was the least I could do.

It’s been almost four months that I’ve had him and he still has some muscle on him, unfortunately. He’s pretty tall but 340 lbs is looking huge on his smooth body. He’s all soft and lard, no hard fat and I love shoving my dick deep into his stretch marks, reminding him how fat he’s getting and how he can’t do shit about it.

            Matt sleeps in my bed with me, I got it reinforced just for him when he passed the half ton mark. My huge, blubbery pig helps me sleep so well. Sleeping on him is like having a water bed of love. A water bed that could fall through the foundation at any second, but a water bed that I really connect with. I sleep so well on his blubber that I almost didn’t notice tonight when this huge Mediterranean agent, he must’ve been at least 6’6, tried pulling a trap on me. He got Matt with his pen first and had Matt roll over on me and said he was going to suffocate me until I opened my eyes. Luckily I sleep with my pen in my hand and pulled it out on my last breath, which the man wasn’t expecting. Right now he’s down in the dining hall inflating his abs with filet mignon and mashed potatoes. He had to take off all of his clothes because he keeps getting off to how big he’s going to get. It’s good to see that some people don’t mind blowing up, I suppose.

            Tomorrow I move into the huge man’s mansion, which will be a lot of fun. I love working with all these huge, fat men. I love watching them grow and seeing how huge they get. I love fucking them, but I’ll soon have to share them. I can’t take care of a house that holds half the town all by myself. I guess my next move will be getting an alliance with the other side, or trying to take them over. Maybe I’ll update, maybe not. Just, wish me luck. I really, really don’t want to get fat.

24 Hour Fatness

*24 hour fatness follows a fit young man as he visits his home town and finds that things in his city aren't quite what they used to be...*

Heading home for the holidays wasn’t something I was looking forward to initially. My family’s a drag, my old friends’ lives seem to revolve around the small town drama, and everyone there is just so… skinny. To be honest I’ve always preferred my men on the chunkier side, and by that I mean just about as big as I can get them. Nothing gets me going more than see a big fat gut hanging out of a snug shirt. And I knew my hometown just wouldn’t be able to give that to me.

At least that’s what I thought before I arrived.

My first hint that this was going to be a weird trip came about when my dad picked me up from the airport. Now, my father had never been the healthiest man in the world but nobody ever would’ve thought of him as fat. He’s always been handsome, but in more a rugged single dad kind of way. He was the eye candy of the town, most of the middle aged citizens would probably commit a felony just for one good night with him, but good old Pops never seemed interested. Growing up he was a great father, he always made sure that we had everything we needed and more. And just like with everyone else in town, he was bean pole. Key word: was.

I got his text telling me where he and his car were as soon I stepped into the airport closest to our little town. I gathered my luggage as quickly as I could, antsy to see my dad. It had been almost a year since I last saw him in person. College will do that to you, especially in the later years when you’ve gotta work and study full time. Dad and I had kept in touch, talking on the phone a few times a week, but that had panned out considerably over the last few months. Everyone gets busy this time of year I suppose.

I found his car, a small black Honda Accord, in the sunny parking lot via his directions. I could easily recognize the car as his by the small dent in the back from the time I drunkenly backed it into our mailbox. The doors were unlocked so I threw my luggage into the trunk and hopped into the front. I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of the look on my face when I got into the car- I had been sure that was my dad’s car that I just threw my stuff into, but that wasn’t my dad.. Or was it? The man in the driver’s seat couldn’t be my dad, this man was fat. And I mean, like, really fat. Maybe if he had been wearing a shirt I wouldn’t have jumped out of the car so quickly and apologized, telling that fat man that I thought he had been someone else. I was embarrassedly unpacking my luggage by the time he could get his window rolled down, laughing and telling me to get in the car, telling me that it was actually him. I saw the man’s pudgy, dough covered face in the side mirror. Same full head of silver hair, same piercing grey eyes as everyone else in the family, same scruffy neck. Yep, this was my dad.

I finally got in the car, nerves calming down. I took a good look at the obese man sitting next to me. His face looked as handsome as it always had, but now with fat cheeks, several chins, and a thick neck. Moving down I looked at his massive frame. His once flat chest had grown into two soft, slightly hairy grapefruits with fat nipples resting on top of a belly so big it jammed into the steering wheel. His black cotton shorts looked like they were about to burst over two hugely fat thighs. His arms were at least triple the size of the sticks they used to be and his legs were crammed apart by the huge mound of fat that was starting to fight his oversized appendages. His smile was as big as could be. He looked younger somehow, like the fat in his face pushed out the light wrinkles he used to have.

“Jesus son, you almost made me drop my Coke screaming like that.” He told me. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me at first! I’ve been putting in a lot of extra hours at this new gym that popped up, some 24-hour place or other that moved to town. I guess it’s good that you can see a difference, though. I’ve really been working hard there.” I couldn’t believe my own dad thought he looked more fit than he used to. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that he’s put on at least 200lbs of fat since I last saw him, but he was telling me that he looked good! Honestly, I was secretly hoping that the new gym had had an effect on some of the other twigs in town, but I wasn’t letting myself get hopeful.

Dad drove us home with difficulty, it wasn’t easy for him to move around in the small space of the car. Him and I talked about other things, but it was still weird. I couldn’t stop watching his shorts to see if the seams would bust (when he got out of the car I noticed that his bare ass cheeks were pushing out of a large rip in the back). We stopped by McDonalds on our way home per his request, I only said yes to see how much he’d actually eat. Looking back, I should probably be surprised that he only got three Big Mac meals. Looking back, I shouldn’t have been surprised that he finished all three by the time we got to the house.

Our house was exactly the way I remembered it, not counting the mess of food wrappers, boxes, and bags that littered every possible surface. The place smelled like fried chicken. It wasn’t the worse thing, though. In all honesty I was just glad to be home. As I carried my stuff to my old room, I looked at some of our old photos on the wall. The skinny man who once lived in this house was just a memory. Maybe I’d see him again, I thought to myself.

////

The next day I went grocery shopping so that we’d have some decent food for us, or at least me, to eat. I’m sorry but I didn’t think I could live off frozen pizzas, Nutella, and potato chips like my dad did. Not many people were out shopping but the few men I did see for the most part had seemed to have packed on a significant amount of fat. I noticed a black haired guy around my age eating from an almost empty box of donuts from the bakery. His black tank top clung to the top half of his gut, the half that it still covered. Deep red stretch marks ran down his side fat and onto his chubby ass peeking out of his dark grey sweat pants. He gave me a disgusted look, like he couldn’t believe I was out in public. I swiftly ran my cart away, hoping that I was doing an okay job at hiding my huge hard on.

Later, the guy who checked my groceries out, Tommy, had been a few grades older than me in high school. I almost didn’t recognize him, but he had the same copper undercut that he had back when he swam for varsity. It was obvious that Tommy had given up on clothes that fit a long time ago. Considering he was one of the fatter men I’d seen since coming back to town I wasn’t surprised. He let his uncovered belly rest on the counter, often sloppily hitting my groceries against it sending his fat body quivering. It took a huge effort not to cum right then and there, I actually managed to wait to touch myself until I got back in my car.

Having just relieved myself for a bit, I decided to check out the rest of the town and see if everyone was blowing up like balloons around here.

Movie Theater: Fat guys

Bowling Alley: Fat guys

Mall: Many fat guys mainly concentrated around the food court

I know I seem ignorant for going along with all of this, but I had just woken up in the middle of my wet dream. What would you have done? Asked questions or jerked off?

Anyway, a large amount of the fat men who wore clothes that fit had that 24-hour gym’s logo on their stretchy attire. I knew then that I had to check the place out.

I looked up a map and was on my way, trying to ignore the consistent boner that had become my new companion. Soon I arrived at the gym, if that’s even the right word. This place had the biggest lot in town and several over. The building, while not too tall, spread out for what seemed like forever if you got too close. Their neon red logo shined their name out for anyone remotely close to see. I was surprised to see that their large parking lot was considerably full, I didn’t think any of the fatasses I’ve seen throughout the day actually worked out. Something weird was going on, that was certain.

I walked in holding dad’s work ID in my hand. He told me that he, and pretty much everyone else in the town, got their memberships free through whatever company they were working for. As a son of a worker, fat dad said I should be able to get a free membership too.

The gym’s setup was a little unusual, but I blamed that on the size of the immense place. I entered a lobby of sorts, completed with a front desk and small, empty waiting room. There were several flat screens around the room playing a workout video with some buff guy jump roping. I barely noticed him, my attention was on the hunky desk man. To put this bluntly, there was a large electronic counter with 5 digits of space reading ‘00717’. I had instantly assumed that was the large man’s weight. He was absolutely huge, definitely the biggest man I had ever seen at that point in my life. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I couldn’t tell if he was wearing anything on his bottom half. His fat spread in front of him like a sea of blubber, everything melded into each other like rolling waves. His belly hung in between his thighs, it almost looked like he was wearing some sort of fat suit. But no, he was just that big. His moobs folded over on themselves, something that almost made me lose my bearings right then and there, and melded into his back fat. His gargantuan ass took up his bench sized rolling chair and spread out far and wide, full of cellulite.

And there was some middle aged ripped guy sitting next to him, feeding the man I wanted to marry peach cobbler out of a tin.

I took a deep breath and approached the front desk, muttering something about a membership. I threw the paperwork fat dad sent me with at them, I needed to pull myself together. There was a piece of paper taped down on the counter that read “MAYOR DAN SMITH WILL GAIN ONE POUND FOR EVERY PERSON THAT JOINS THIS MONTH, GUERENTEED!” Underneath the writing there was a picture of our mayor, Dan Smith, shaking hands with the ripped guy in this same lobby. It was then that I made the connection. The stunningly beautiful mayor of our town, the mayor who had initiated fitness programs for kids and participated in regular 5K’s had quadrupled his weight since I had been gone. The man couldn’t have been over 35, and his life had been ruined by this agreement. I didn’t care why or how Dan Smith got involved in this deal, all I cared about is how much I want to fuck him. Hundreds of pounds of naked, jiggly fat in front of me and I couldn’t touch it.

The men were saying some stuff, but I couldn’t hear them. I was so, so god damn horny. The ripped man handed me a card, I assumed it was a membership, and let me on my way. I needed to get out of there, so I headed to the door labeled ‘Locker Room’ as the once beautiful Dan Smith, with chiseled abs and arms as big as my head, swallowed another bite of cobbler. The number on the back wall ticked to “00718”.

For such a big gym, the locker room was underwhelming. Nothing too much bigger than the one we had at the university gym. The lockers were a sleek silver and the tiles seem new but well stood upon. Ahead and to the left there was an area for showers and toilets. I headed straight for the stalls, ready to take care of my cock that was sticking straight up in my athletic shorts. I awkwardly ran, glad that the room was empty.

At least I thought it was. When I turned the corner to the bathroom I saw an obese nude man standing on a scale, trying to balance the weight. The numbers kept going up. The guy standing on the scale was approaching 350lbs from what I could tell by the weights on the scale. His short cropped blond hair was well styled into a blond point above his forehead. His back was wide and flabby, just how I liked it, and it hosted an ass that was so round and smooth I wanted to cry. Despite this man’s weight gain, his butt had managed to stay just as bulbous and perky as it had always been. That had to be the same ass that taunted me in the high school football locker rooms, years ago. I knew it just had to be. Instead of ducking out into a stall like I had planned, I waited for the fat boy to finished and step off the scale. The metal clunked loudly and the fatty stepped off, clumsily stepping off the scale. I had thought it was cute that he hadn’t gotten used to his new girth just yet. He swung his weight around and I looked right into those sexy eyes. Usually I would have behaved a lot better in a locker room, but this was a special circumstance.

“Nick, is that you?” I asked, mouth dry.

“Oh… Damn dude I haven’t seen you since high school!” He walked towards me, breathing heavily. Jesus, he fattened up well. Everything about him is plump and round. Nothing unnecessarily saggy, everything perky and rotund. His fat tits pointed opposite ways, and his smooth belly looked extremely soft and heavy. He definitely had eaten a lot recently, his belly looked swollen as it swayed above his pubic fat. His cock was buried in fat, but it made a small appearance when Nick saw me.

Nick used to be the star quarter back of our high school. Everyone either loved him or wanted to be him, despite the fact that he could be an asshole if you rubbed him the wrong way. Our lockers were always right next to each other because our last names were similar, so we kind of got to know each other. Every day before practice I would admire his body, wanting perfection like that for myself. He hadn’t been extremely toned, but his muscles had definition. He was well proportioned, I always thought his body shape was the ideal for any human. And that ass, fuck me. His bubble but was the only source of fat on his lean body, and he knew how to work it. Always wearing tights jeans and wobbling it in front of me after games. I could tell he knew I had been into him. After all, who wasn’t? He was Fit, 6’4, handsome. Every man’s dream.

And then the glutton was right in front of me, 200lbs heavier than I had previously seen him. He was walking towards me. He was stuffed, fat, breathing heavily, and walking towards me with his thighs rubbing against each other. He stopped right in front of me. He told me I looked sick, he asked me if I was okay. After reassuring him that I wasn’t deathly ill, he invited me to come shower with him. Guess what I said.

I followed him to the showers with my very clear boner leading me. On the way we passed the uncleared scale. 368lbs.

Nick turns on a hot shower and started lathering himself up. Wait, he was eating something. In the shower? I was too turned on to care. I stripped and took the shower right next to him. I didn’t have soap with me, so I was standing there naked and awkward. Nick had been making small talk, catching up with me. Apparently he got his associates and worked some accounting job now. I was glad to hear it wasn’t anything laborious. Nick got to washing his tits and ran his hands over his fat chest. They bounced as his hands went over. He grabbed one and shook it, like it was new to him. His nipples were way bigger than I remembered them to be. He washed his belly, his hands sinking into the fat. He rubbed it, like he was hungry. He burped and I smelled Mexican food on his breath. We were so close. I heard a splat, he had dropped something.

“Oops, dropped my burrito.” He said in that deep, sexy voice of his. He widened his stance to bend over. As he folded his fattened body over, he had trouble reaching the burrito. I looked right at his huge ass, opening up for me. Nick’s obese face looked at me while bent over. He wobbled his ass and grabbed his legs. He knew what I wanted to do. I took a step forward and put my cock into his tight, wet asshole. God the release felt so good. I had been needing to shake one out for hours, and I couldn’t help myself. I moaned and so did Nick. He liked this, this is what this fat boy wanted. I grabbed his love handles and mounted him against the wall. As I pulsed he jiggled, he jiggled so much. In less than a minute I was cumming in his fat, perky ass. He came with me, we moaned in pleasure.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He told me, breathing heavily. He was sitting against the wall, his fat rolls folding on top of each other. I helped clean his huge body and put on his tight clothes. A pair of slacks that wouldn’t button and a dress shirt that left the bottom buttons open. His tits threatened to burst the tops ones. He had to get going, some late dinner meeting with his clients from out of town. As Nick walked out he passed a newer fatty, with a gut the size of a volley ball bouncing up and down with breath, laying on the floor passed out next to a pizza box. Nick took the half eaten slice from the man’s hand and struggled to walk out the door in his skin tight clothes.

While there, I figured I should at least check out the gym. Just as I was about to enter the main room, the gym door flew open. A gigantic, bronze belly, easily bigger than Nick’s, hits my lithe body and sent me to the floor. I looked up at the naked behemoth towering over me. His cock and underbelly were soaked in cum. His penis barely stuck out of his fat sack. His hairy belly, 10 inches from my face, kept moving and hit me, dragging across my face. When it slid off it jiggled back into place as if nothing happened. The fat man grunted at me, not capable of being bothered with someone as skinny as me. I wiped the dude’s cum off my face, pretty sure that was one of my good buddies from high school turned huge. He didn’t even notice me.

I finally got to enter the door, and what I found scared the living daylights out me. The room was absolutely massive, with wide, reinforced reclining chairs lining the walls and creating rows in the middle. At the edge of every row were elegant tables full of disgustingly unhealthy refreshments (greasy sandwiches, corn dogs, fried candy bars, cakes and pastries, etc. ) and soda fountains lied every 30 or so chairs. I guess it was convenient for the fatties, they never had to leave their chairs for too long. Screens lined the wall and hung from the ceiling, playing various channels for the fattass to watch. And the fatasses, there were so many of them! Basically every chair as far as I could see was full. Pretty much the whole town, and probably others, had to be there. I walked through the aisles, terrified of the fat men who rested in them. A guy around Nick’s size, eating a donut dripping with glaze, rammed into me as I was wandering. Both of us too mesmerized in food or fat to notice one another. Each of the men, varying in size from pudgy to, on occasion, Dan Smith sized, were naked. All of them had tubes twice the size of straws hooked up to their chairs and flowing into their fat mouths. The strangest, and for me the most erotic, part was the cup hooked up around every obese man’s bare crotch. The cups pulsed quickly, almost going in and out, making a constant drone of suction noises from each and every chair. Despite my fear, I was rapidly getting turned on. I was so close to all of the fat men- I could reach out and squeeze them if I wanted. I needed to get back to the locker rooms. I needed to get back home and ask dad what the fuck this place was. I half ran back to the locker room door, where the ripped man from before was waiting for me.

“Not so fast.” He asserted. “You came through all the trouble of coming here, why not give a chair a try out?” His voice was strong but comforting. I wanted to do what he said. His nametag read ‘Tyler, Owner and Manager’.

“Thanks Tyler, but I really should get going…” I had said, weakly. He knew that deep down, I wanted to try a chair. After all, the smell coming from them had been intoxicating. I wanted to try whatever was coming out of those tubes.

He wasn’t going to let me go. “You know what? I’ll even help you figure out how the equipment works.” His smile was reassuring, so I agreed. We walked together for a bit, his hand on my shoulder. Eventually the fatties started to thin out, and Tyler helped me into a chair.

“Alright kid, take off your shirt and take a seat. We wouldn’t want that getting in the way of your jock.” Tyler instructed with a friendly tone. I obliged.

“So here from this tube,” He explained, holding the tube, “Comes your protein drink. It’s important you get your protein to build those muscles, right? Here, try some.” And I did. I still remember how it tasted for the first time. The stuff was creamy and sweet, extremely sweet. I didn’t mind though, this stuff was addicting, I couldn’t get enough of it. And Tyler knew it.

“Alright to get the full body workout, you’re going to have to take off your shorts too. I’ll look away if you want, whatever makes you comfortable.”

“No, it’s okay.” I said, not caring about what this man sees. We were both adults, after all. I took off my shorts and my boxers at the same time and sat back down. The plush seat was warm, I slightly sunk into it.

“Take this,” Tyler told me, holding up a suction cup hose thing, “And put it on your junk. This is your jock; it’s how we burn those extra calories while you work out here. When you’re ready I’ll turn it on.” I place the jock against my flaccid dick. It went soft when the ripped man started touching me. Tyler flipped a switch on the side of the chair and the jock came to life. It suctioned itself to my skin and started pulsing, jerking me off perfectly. Just as I was ready to cum, it calmed down, placing me in a state of ecstasy. Between the tube pumping protein in and the jock working me out, I was sure I’d be in better shape than Tyler in no time. I quickly forgot about Tyler, not sure if he even said goodbye. I spent 12 hours working out before I finally left that night. As I walked out, my shirt seemed tight against my bloated gut. I was excited to see how truly ripped I’d become without putting any real effort in.

Epilogue:

“Hey Nick, come look at this. 368 pounds.” I read off the gym scale. Nick lumbers over, his fat muscles weighing him down immensely. I clumsily step off the scale, not used to my new buffness quite yet, and step aside so Nick has enough room to read the numbers.

“Damn dude, that’s how big I was when I first saw you here.” He tells me, like I don’t already know. It’s been a few months since my first time working out at 24-hour Fatness. Since then I’ve become absolutely shredded, and Nick too. Pretty much everyone in town is in peak fitness. Unfortunately, the scale only goes up to 500 lbs so Nick can’t weigh himself anymore, but it’s been a month since Nick passed that up. It’s been even longer since dad did.

The workouts too started their effects slowly, first I grew a belly. Within a few weeks that belly was a basketball underneath my shirts. My clothes didn’t fit; I became the guy in the grocery store eating donuts out of the basket with his gut hanging out. I busted seams, I popped buttons. I thickened everywhere, and I looked great. Before long I was passing up the 300lbs mark. I ate so much more and hardly left the house, except to work out.

I look at myself in the mirror. I don’t really feel any different. I mean, I’m hungry, out of breath, sweaty, lazy, and tired all the time, but I’m still me. I lift my big belly up and let it fall back down. A few more weeks and it’ll be resting on the sink. My arms are pushed out by my fat tits, they grew out to look a lot like dad’s. My cock sticks out from the fat around it, ready to be sucked off during the workout. It hasn’t stuck up nearly as much as it used to since my first time here.

Still, I stick it into Nick’s huge side. He lays his belly in the sink and hold onto the wall. I get behind him and hump him, not able to fit my cock into his ass anymore. He jiggles a lot more than he used to, he’ll be as big as Dan Smith in no time. He’s already starting to get that ocean-of-fat look that Mr. Smith has. I’m just glad his ass is as perky as ever. I’ll never believe that we once used to be on the football team, as unhealthy as we were. Nick turns around and kisses me, our bellies making it hard for our fat faces to touch.

“Let’s go workout babe.” Nick says. I couldn’t be more excited; I love getting in better shape. I found myself working out so often at first that I ended up taking this semester off, and I’ll probably take the next one off too. I don’t even know if I want to go back to school at this point, why would I need to? Dad just never leaves the gym, and Nick said he’s been considering doing that too.

Him and I find some equipment close to the door, thank god we don’t have to walk far. I’m already sweating. I sit next to Nick and put my tube in, place my jock around my crotch and turn it on. It suctions so much easier than it used to. I guess having more to suck on makes it work better. It’s kind of weird not being able to see my cock anymore, but having a gut makes things so much better that I don’t care. I can feel how much I really sink into the equipment, it’s hard to get out. I can feel my stretch mark covered belly starting to press against the sides of the chair, my ass fat makes me sit higher than I used to. Nick turns on the food channel and we get our workout into full swing.

Many hours later, when we’re both stuffed and ready to cum, we do. We cum hard, moaning more so than usual. Before we leave I pull out a cup that I brought with me and fill it with protein drink from my tube. We’ve been planning this for weeks.

As we’re leaving, we go over to the front desk and Nick does starts talking Tyler up, showing off his fat ass. Tyler leaves the front desk to come check out how wide Nick really has gotten. As he’s playing with Nick’s ass, I hand the cup over with fat fingers to the absolutely massive Dan Smith laying in a wide hospital bed. Dan winks at me with those once fit eyes, he pours addicting liquid into Tyler’s water bottle that he keeps in Dan’s cup holder. Dan hides the cup in a random fat fold, just in time too. Tyler’s apparently finished with Nick’s huge ass and comes back behind the desk. He’s blushing, probably embarrassed that we’re in better shape than him. He pulls out his water bottle and takes a long swig before realizing. His eyes grow wide.

“Oh my god, did y’all do what I think you did?” Tyler puts his face in his hands. “It just tastes so god damn good!” He says, struggling. “I need more.”

“Yeah you do, Tyler” I tell him as he stands up. “Don’t forget to put on your jock.” Tyler runs to the gym, ready to get a real taste of the fitness world. Nick and I thank our mayor and leave the gym, laughing. Just before we walk out the door I hear a tick. I look back and see Dan’s counter now reads ‘01000’

Obsessions Part 1 (unfinished)

*Obsessions follows a young couple as they explore the weight gain of each other. This was a softer plot that I'd started, but found it lacked the dominance that I usually crave in my writing. Upon request, I'll consider finishing this unfinished plot.*

I slap the huge ass my cock is buried deep in and give one last final pulse, shoving myself as deep as I can into him with my 9 inch dick. The fatass lets out a moan and I grope his huge love handles, cumming at the same time the fat pig in front of me cums. I pull myself out, hit my wet cock against his jiggly butt, and roll him over. I fall onto his huge belly, not even sure if he can feel my toned 160lbs resting on his close to flabby 500. After a few moments of enjoying my personal water bed, I speak up.

“You should probably get going soon, it’s almost 2 am…” I say, hoping he’ll ask to stay a bit longer. But, as they always do, he takes in a deep breath and prepares to get his huge body out of bed. I help him clean off and get dressed, and within a few minutes he’s waddling out my front door. I watch him go down the apartment hallway, his ass jiggling like it had been in my bed only minutes before. As he steps in the elevator, his side moob hits the frame and sends his belly shaking. I give a casual wave and turn around to go back into my room, but I knock into something sturdy, not really paying attention this late at night. Instantly, I’m not surprised.

“Oh sorr- Wait! What the hell Carter, let me in my room.” I assertively say, trying to get passed his tall, almost naked frame. I don’t have time for his bullshit tonight. Every time I hookup with someone Carter always pops up right after they leave, like some sort of fucking stalker. He lives in the apartment opposite mine; I’d be more scared if he weren’t so literally obsessed with me. I always wonder if he stands there all night watching the peephole, waiting for me to come out. It’s fucking creepy if you ask me. Every time I hookup he saunters out in minimal clothing and gives me a hard time. I barely glance at his disciplined abs and bulging biceps. He’s got a bubble butt going on, but still not even close to big enough for my tastes.

“I’ll let you go if you answer this:” Carter says, playing coy. “You’ve had seven guys, that I know of, over in the last semester. All of them are gigantic whales, but you won’t even look twice at me.” He drops his voice and leans against the wall with his dense arm just above my shoulder, trapping me. Our faces almost touch. Despite his shit personality, he’s definitely not ugly. “What’s up with that, Josh?” He lets my name linger on his lips. God, I wish he weren’t taller than me. I wouldn’t consider myself short, standing at 5’10, but he’s 6’4 and all lean muscle. There’s no way I can escape his beefy trap.

“You’re not my type, Carter. I don’t hookup with assholes.” I aggressively explain, trying to get him to leave me alone. He smirks and half laughs.

“Apparently your ‘type’ is too fat to wipe to his own ass. Tell me I’m wrong.” He egotistically demands. He knows he’s right, I can see the victory in his shit colored, piercing eyes. He’s not going to budge.

“So what if I’m not as shallow as you?” I ask. “Maybe I don’t care about body fat percentages and negative BMI’s.”

“Say it.” He whispers. “Say you like them fat.” A strand of shitty, medium length, wavy hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

I’m annoyed. “For christ’s sake Carter, I like fat guys. Not gym rats who won’t take no for an answer.  Now let me in my fucking room.” I shove him off me, he doesn’t resist. “And stop watching me through your peephole, it’s creepy as shit.” I tell him as I unlock my door.

“Like I have time for that,” Carter scoffs, watching me. “I can hear the fatties’ footsteps from a mile away, genius.” My door won’t unlock; god this is awkward. He can feel the tension too. “But hey, let me help you with that, handsome.” His tone changed to something nicer. He comes behind me, grabbing the key from my hand. He unlocks the door and squeezes my shoulder. “Goodnight.” He says, sweetly.

“Go change your underwear, I can see the precum starting to show through.” I say, shutting the door in his face. I bet those puppy dog eyes would make any other man drop his boxers immediately, but I’m not falling for it. He’ll have to gain a few hundred pound before I look twice at his twitching bulge.

/

The next day I go to my morning classes on campus, which is only a few minutes’ drive away from my single bedroom apartment. Everything’s been pretty stressful this semester, I’m really glad it’s almost over. I’ve barely gotten to hang out with my friends lately, especially with finals week approaching. It’s only my sophomore year as an art major, I shouldn’t be spending every waking moment in the studio or with my head up an art history textbook.

I grab a bite to eat on campus and head over to the student gym, looking to destress before having to write a monster essay tonight. I change clothes, put in my earbuds, and get on a vacant treadmill. Running’s always cleared my head, ever since I started doing cross country in junior high. I even got pretty good at track throughout high school. I’m zoned out, thinking about a particular race when I realize my treadmill’s going faster.

I look down and see a large hand turning my speed up. I follow the hand up a muscled arm and a broad shoulder to a face that could belong to a model. His soft lips are moving, but my music is too loud to hear. I shove his hand off my settings and take out an earbud.

“What do you want now, Carter?” I ask, not really caring to hear the answer. I don’t know if he followed me to the gym or if he just never leaves this place.

“Besides for you to go out with me tonight? I want you to turn your speed up, maybe even lift a little with me today. You know I could get you stronger.” He tells me with that shit eating smile.

I turn off my treadmill. “Look,” I reiterate. “I don’t go out with beefed up muscle jocks who stalk me. Now please, go bother any other twink in this gym.”

He’s not giving up. He sighs, “Josh, what do I have to do to get you to go out with me?”

I sigh. “If you really want me to go out with you, gain 50 lbs of fat. If you can get up to 230 lbs without working out, we have a date. Until then, you leave me the fuck alone.” He thinks for a moment before opening his dumb mouth.

“Okay, deal.” He decides, holding out his hand. I shake it, knowing he’ll never actually go through with this.

///

Over the next several weeks, I don’t see Carter. Not in our building, not in between classes, not even at the gym. I don’t hear him, I don’t smell him, I don’t even think about him. Between trying to balance my social life and figuring out how I’m going to get through finals, Carter totally escapes my mind. I even have a 400 pounder come over and, for the first time, Carter doesn’t show his creepy ass up. Maybe I had been too harsh on him, maybe he wasn’t actually stalking me. Coincidences can happen, right?

The weather gets colder and classes come to an end. The day after my last final I pack up a few of my things and get ready to drive home for the 6-week long break. On my way to my car, a pillow falls out of my box of stuff and onto the parking lot concrete.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I familiar voice calls. I turn the other way and see Carter walking over to me. He’s got a sizable greasy bag of fast food in one hand and a very large soda in the other. That’s really unusual for him. Where’s his protein powder and vegetable shakes? He puts the food down and grabs the pillow, now caked in light snow. He dusts it off and puts it back in my box.

“Hey, thanks.” I say. “… I also wanted to apologize for before. For being a dick and everything. I’m sure you’re not as bad as I made you seem, so… Sorry.” I’m not the best with apologies, but I mean what I say.

“Don’t worry about it,” Carter tells me with a shit-eating smile. “Is our deal still on?”

“What deal? OH, wait.” I remember. “Oh my god Carter, I can’t believe you took that seriously.” This fucking boy still can only think about sex.

“Hey man, we shook on it. That makes it official.” He’s not fazed by my annoyance. Maybe he’s just joking around. I wish I could see his frame better, but he’s wearing a thick coat. It’d look better on him if he gained 50 lbs, but I really hope that’s not his plan.

“Fine, you got me.” I confess. “The deal is official. I’ve got to get going, though. Got a long drive ahead of me.” We say goodbye and he hugs me. It wasn’t the worst hug in the world, he’s just so… stiff.

I put my things in my car and look in my rearview. I see Carter struggling to enter our building with so much food in his beefy hands.

////

6 weeks later. I really needed that break. I missed a lot of my friends and family back home, and it was great seeing all of them again. I really enjoyed myself, not thinking about school, stress, Carter, or anything else that’s awful.

Saying that, it all came flooding back as soon as I entered my old apartment room. As soon as I set my stuff down on the living room floor, I notice a photo in front of my door, as if someone had slid it under while I was away. It’s a picture of someone looking down on a scale reading “230.2lbs”. On the back is written “Let me know when we’re on, -Carter”. Fuck. Instantly I feel terrible for so many reasons. This can’t be real, right? I decide to just ignore it until it comes up again. Classes start up again tomorrow and I’m hardly ready, anyway.

Tonight in bed I mentally go through the timeline of everything that’s happened since we made that deal. It’s been at least two months. Can someone even gain 50 lbs in that short of a time period? This has to be a joke. No guy in their right mind would actually put on 50 lbs just for some random guy like me. It just doesn’t happen. At least, I don’t think it does.

/

On Tuesday evening I’m woken from a nap by a knock on my front door. I get off my couch and go look through the peephole to see who it is. The guy’s tall and standing kind of close, so all I can really see is his slight double chin and pudgy chest. I open the door, wanting to see who the cute pudge belongs to.

“Hey there handsome, did you see the picture?” Carter asks when I open the door.

Holy shit, though. This is definitely not the same Carter I left behind weeks and weeks ago. This man is changed, suddenly I want to impress him. I always knew that he’s a few years older than me, but I’ve never felt so young. He’s still Carter, just fatter and cute as hell. Is it bulking season, or did he do all of this for me? I’m not sure what to do in this situation, this isn’t something they teach you to deal with in college.

“Uhhhh.. Um, yea,” I stutter. “I just didn’t believe it until now. Here, come in.” I move to the side, welcoming him in. “Have a seat.” I gesture towards the couch, trying not to stare.

Trying not to stare at what? Trying not to stare at his beginner gut. It’s absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue workout tank. The smallest sliver is poking out; I can see just a hint of a stretched out happy trail. He may be 230lbs, but he’s also 6’4. Despite his height to fat ratio, he carries the weight well. He heavily walks passed me and I see his beautiful ass through his painted on light grey sweatpants. So plump, so round, so in my living room. I can’t believe this just happened. He takes a seat and sinks into the couch cushion, you can tell he’s not used to being chunky just yet. He puts a stocky arm around the back of the couch and looks back at me.

“You gonna si?” He asks with those eyes that stare into my soul. Without saying anything, I sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing him. “So…” Carter starts, awkwardly. I realize I’m just staring at him, but I don’t know what to say. How can you put words into your mouth when all you can think about is putting his dick there instead?

“Soo…” I try to start. “About the date.” He’s face goes down, like he thinks his work was all for nothing. I can tell his heart is beating as fast as mine. Do I feel like how I make him feel? Is this always how it’s been for him? “How about right now?” I ask, nervously. I can’t stop glancing down as that sliver of belly peeking out at me.

“Hmm, right now?” He’s smiling. “I dunno, I’m kind of hungry..” He puts a hand on his modest gut and sends it shaking. Two months ago there were thick abs there.

“Oh yea? Hungry for what?” I ask, ready for whatever he has to say.

“Mmmm, I dunno. Maybe some cookies, maybe some pizza… maybe some cock.” He explains, sending shivers down my spine. I think this is how every other man on earth reacted to him when he was nothing but muscle. I definitely see the appeal of him now, it’s obvious why he was so full of himself. I wonder if his sharp jawline brought the same reaction out of others that his now almost double chin is bringing out of me.

“I’ll order you a pizza,” I barter, scooting close to him. “If I get to take this off of you,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “It’s getting a little tight, don’t you think?”

He’s smiling like a dork- his cheeks have the slightest amount of fat in them. “I’ve got Pizza Hut on speed dial, I’ll take care of the pizza if you take care of the rest.” He negotiates. I nod in agreement.

After he’s done ordering a large meat-lovers and a two liter, I tug his shirt off. He’s flabby as all hell. I run my hands over him as I press my face against his. His tongue plays with mine, like he knows he’s wanted this for so long. I fee his flab, all of it. I make sure that not a single pound goes unnoticed. Before long the pizza’s here, and I send Carter off to the bedroom. When I step in the room, he’s naked with his chubby legs crossed. Saving the best for last, I guess. I take my clothes off and get on top of him, my hard cock pressing into his fat gut. I feed him slice after slice of greasy pizza, making sure he eats the crust. No calories wasted, not when you’ve got someone this beautiful to feed. His greedy mouth opens for each bite, waiting to have food shoved in him. He’s too good at this, I know he has to be into it too. When he’s eaten all of the pizza and drunken most of the soda, I pick up stray pizza sausage and throw the last bits into his mouth and kiss him long and hard. He tastes like grease; he tastes like greed. I sit back on his lap and feel his boner poking at my defined ass. I lay down next to him, feeling his fatter sides already starting to mold into my thin frame. I grab his cock and go to work, and he does the same for me. I can feel his whole body jiggling with each stroke. I kiss him, feeling his thick neck shake from the movement below. Soon, we cum at the same time.

Half an hour later we’re still in bed, my head laying on his puffy chest. We haven’t said a word. It’s not late, and I’m not tired, but I am dozing in and out of sleep. I decide to ask before he decides to leave.

“So…” I start, awkwardly. “You actually did it. You actually got fat.”

Carter takes a beat. “If you can even call me fat yet, yea I guess. I just knew that I wanted you, and that I was tired of going to the gym all the time. I was thinking about becoming a personal trainer, but I hated the thought of making other people fit all the time when I want to look like… Well, like this.” He lets his hand fall on his gut and my head bobs on his chest. “If you weren’t into it, I was just going to play it off as a hardcore bulk.”

“I definitely am into it.” I tell him, genuinely. “Also, if you ever want to go on an actual date, I think I might like that.” I don’t usually fall for guys, but this fat boy is getting to me. Maybe it’s just pillow talk, but I think I might like him.

“Yeah, I think I might like that too.” He says, and pulls me closer.

We spend the rest of the night together, not saying much. It’s nice to just be with him. Before bed I feed him some oreos and milk, which he happily devours. The tubby man can eat like a horse. I don’t ask him to stay the night, but I don’t need to. I fall asleep in his still strong arms.

//

That Friday, we have our first date. I haven’t seen him since that night we spent together. It’s only been a few days, but being away from him has given me some clarity. As much as I hate to admit it: I have a crush. It’s official. I can’t get him out of my mind. Not when I’m in class, not when I’m working out, not even when I’m with my friends. It goes without saying that I’ve been looking forward to this date since the second he left my apartment.

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It’s Friday and I haven’t seen Josh in days. After months of chasing after him, giving him my all, and gaining 55lbs, we finally fucked. Four times. In one night. I’ve never chased after someone like how I chased after him. No matter what I tried, though, he always got pissed off at me for no real reason. I never cared though, I just tried to show him that I’m not as horrible as he thinks. I wish I knew why he always thought I was stalking him. We live right across from each other, went to the same university, and worked out at the same gym. I didn’t think it was a crime to say hello.

Maybe I did go overboard, though. Sometimes, he’d hookup with these gargantuan men. My temper would get the best of me, especially when it was late. Not gonna lie, I was always jealous of those men. They don’t care what size they are, they’re fat and getting fucked by Josh. There’s not more that you could want. At least, there’s not more that I could want. I don’t like to talk about it, but I’ve always wanted to let go and be fat. I fucking love food.

My friends have been concerned, but I tell them I’m just doing a long bulk. I think they see through the bullshit. I used to work out seven days a week, and that’s completely stopped. Before the deal, I can’t remember the last time I had eaten more than 2000 calories in a day. Small portions of grilled chicken salads were replaced with double quarter pounders and dozens of donuts. I think the last time I drank water was a few weeks ago. At first my body rejected soda, but now I can’t start my day without a bottle or two of coke. I received a glass dessert display for a Christmas gift a few years ago, but it hadn’t seen much action until the past few months. I forgot I had a sweet tooth. I know if I want to stuff more in me, I can always handle more sweet shit.

As I shower, I think about the way Josh smiles. I think about how one side of his face lifts slightly higher than the other and how I fall for it every time. I can’t stop playing the moment of when he first saw me after break, dozens of pounds heavier. The shock in his dark eyes, the obvious hard-on in his shorts. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him like never before. As I lather my body, I realize how utterly fat I’ve gotten over the past two months. Instantly my cock gets hard, but it doesn’t reach the height that it used to reach. There’s too much fat blocking it. I run my hands over my chest and feel it bounce. Deep down I know I want it bigger, I want all of it bigger. I’ve been stuffing myself since the day Josh and I made that deal. I haven’t even worked out, and it shows. My legs aren’t toned, my arms are getting flabby, and my chest is looking more feminine every day.

I dry off and grab a pair of jeans. 36’s and they’re skin tight. I suck in my gut to button them, and it hurts when they finally latch. I put on a white undershirt, knowing that my fat is going to strain the buttons on the size large black button up I’m putting on. Should I wear a bowtie? No, that worked when I was slim, but not anymore. I grab my belt and put it on, but realize I can’t it to reach where it’ll fasten. Fuck. I knew I should’ve bought a bigger one, but I was too busy jerking off and eating Burger King. What about suspenders? No, there’s no way I can tuck in this shirt. Maybe soon my belly will hide my straining pant button, but not yet. I’ll just have to deal with it. I do my hair casually messy in the mirror. I’m still hot as fuck, if you ask me. Just chubby now. Hopefully Josh will be impressed with the tight clothes, I think to myself. I can’t lose him this early in.

At 7pm I make the short walk to his door, wishing that it were colder out tonight. Maybe I could wear a jacket and hide the tight shirt, but that’s not really an option. I knock on the door and Josh quickly answers. He looks adorable in a well-fitting cardigan and black skinny jeans, the kind of jeans I used to wear. As soon as he sees me he pushes his cute glasses up and takes a moment. “Hey,” I say with a smile. I want him to feel comfortable around me.

“Hey.” He says, like he’s not sure what to do. He’s eying me up and down and trying to hold back a smile. He bites his lip, I step closer.

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Carter steps closer to me and I basically lose control. I swear he looks fatter than he did days ago, but maybe it’s just the tight shirt he’s wearing. I wish he weren’t wearing an undershirt, though. Belly peeking through buttons is always a plus. Not to mention that he’s not wearing a belt. I can’t tell if it’s because his jeans are so tight that he doesn’t need one, or if he outgrew his biggest. Despite that, and despite my horniness, I really am glad to see him. That’s why as soon as things get awkward I wrap my arms around him and hug him like a child. I don’t want him to see how he makes me smile an idiot’s smile.

He takes me out to his car, a big truck. I don’t know much about cars, but I know that this is a very douchy truck. Not surprising, but I’m trying to not be judgmental. Conversation with him gets a lot more comfortable as he drives, we actually have a lot in common. Apparently he started out as an art major, too, before his parents pressured him to switch to finance. It surprises me that (ex) Big Dumb Muscle Jock Carter from across the hall actually has a personality, completed with actual emotions.

We arrive at this fancy Brazilian meat restaurant. Carter says that you pay at the beginning and servers walk around you all night offering you different meats. I can’t eat that much but it sounds like the perfect place for him.

Carter pays for me at the beginning, and I’m so thankful. This place is expensive as hell. I ask him if he’d rather go somewhere more affordable, but he says he doesn’t mind. Over dinner, Carter makes sure to say yes to whatever sample of meat is brought to him. 20 minutes in and he’s already covered in exotic barbeque sauce and straining his shirt beyond its limits.

“You might wanna slow down there,” I tell him. “It looks like that shirt might burst.”

“Oh what? You mean like this?” He asks playfully and sits up. He leans over a bit and the second to bottom black button flies off and slides under a table across from us. A few of the men look at us before realizing what happened. I can’t help but laugh. His gut shook for a solid 5 seconds after the button pop. I don’t think this kind of thing usually happens at upscale places, but nobody seems to care.

Conversation continues, and I find out that Carter actually just graduated a semester early with a degree in finance. He recently got a job as an accountant at a law firm, which I guess explains how he can afford this dinner. It’s actually nice getting to know the man behind the musc- well, fat. There’s a lot more to him than I thought. He even compliments the paintings he’s seen in my apartment. I don’t tell him that I painted them, but I do note that he likes them.

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I’m getting painfully full as I finish telling Josh about my new job. He really is everything I thought he’d be. He even laughed when I accidentally popped a shirt button from stuffing myself too much.

Speaking of stuffing myself, my pants are really tight. I can’t go on much longer, and I just grabbed a large plate of lamb. I wipe my hands off and, while Josh is talking, subtly reach down under my gut and play with my button until it pops open. My stuffed gut releases itself and I let out a deep breath of relief. Josh looks at me and then looks to the side. He casually covers his mouth, but I know he’s grinning. I think he thinks he hides it well, but his eyes give his smile away. Just for him, I grab a plate of thick sausages from a passing waiter.

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That date ended in a lot more food, and a lot of fucking. The entire weekend went the same way. Pretty much every weekend since then has, which hasn’t been the best for work. I try to find a good balance between hanging with my new coworkers and being with Josh, but my appetite always pushed me towards Josh. It shows, too. It’s only been a couple more months but damn I’m getting big. I actually have an overhang now, and a real double chin. I get so fucking out of breath, though. We only live on the second floor but I haven’t taken the stairs in so long. Not to mention that it’s getting hot outside. I didn’t know I could sweat this much. Did you know that fat guys sweat under their moobs? Also in between our fat rolls. It’s fucking ridiculous. I can’t tell if 267lbs is worth all this effort. It’s getting hard motivating myself to get up and go to work now, when all I really want to do is eat, fuck, jerk off, and eat more.

I had to buy all new clothes when I hit 240. None of the larges were even close to buttoning, and neither were my pants. I’m glad nobody at work knows that 6 months ago I was body building, but they have noticed that I’ve put on some weight. One day, after a particularly big company lunch, I sat down in my office chair and my ass seam ripped all the way down. I had one of my buddies who, lives in my apartments, bring me another pair, which were equally as tight. I’m just glad I can hide my unbuttoned pants with my belly now. There’s not much I can do about shirts that always fucking ride up, though. I feel like a bloated balloon. A really fat balloon that can’t stop eating and is scared he’s gonna break his desk chair.

Josh fucking loves it though. He eats this shit up like how I eat cake. It’s like I’m getting addicted to fat and sugar, and I think I like it. Sometimes, especially when I’m really full, I’ll just eat more instead of fucking. I’ve been getting more fun out of it, and I can eat so much. I’ve been tracking my calories and usually I don’t eat less than 5,500 a day. I’m used to it; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of always wanting more. I think Josh is getting used to it, too. His favorite thing to do lately is to shove my man boobs together and try to fuck them. They’re not there yet, but I think they will be soon. He’ll fuck any part of me, any part that’s fat. Especially my ass. The other day he told me that my ass cheeks are getting to the size of my belly when I was 230. I almost came right there.

I’ve been gaining really fucking fast. I don’t know if I like it, and last night I brought it up with Josh before we went to get food. I told him I wanted to slow it down, but it was obvious he wanted the opposite. He told me that if I gain 40 more pounds by the end of his semester he’ll be my boyfriend. We never became official, and usually I don’t give a shit about that, but this is different. I’ve told him what I want before, but he has commitment issues. If I ever want this to turn into something other than weekend stuffings, I know what I gotta do.

It’ll be a lot easier now, considering what happened after that conversation.

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Last night I went over to Carter’s place, as I usually do, but he seemed down. Laying on his bed, shirtless and rubbing his basketball sized gut, I assumed he was hungry. But he actually said that he’s been wanting to gain slower, or even stop. He looked so cute and innocent laying on the bed with those fat cheeks that I almost said okay, but in all honesty he’s still pretty skinny in my book. If he wants to be with me, like for real, he’ll have to be bigger. I think he’ll like it, I really do. I’m just not really into relationships. I’ve got way too much other stuff on my plate, and he’s still pressuring me to be with him full time. At the same time, though, he has gained a lot for me. Not to mention we do have fun when we’re together. We’ve only argued once since we’ve been together, and that was over which fried chicken place we should go to.

I told him that if he really wants to be with me, he’d have to gain 40 lbs in two months. If he can do it, I think I’ll know he’s worth getting tied down for. We even shook on it.

After that conversation, shit hit the fan.

We were in Carter’s truck on our way to this new Korean buffet his work friends told him about. He looked really good, at least by my standards. I’ve gotten so used to seeing him in tight, stained old shirts and small sweatpants he’s too lazy to get rid of, that him wearing pants and a dress shirt was basically shocking. He did look really handsome, his thick neck taking up his collar, the way his fat ass and thighs filled out those pants. It’s hard to believe that he almost became a personal trainer. I love the chubby, studly Carter much more than the muscled up asshole I once knew him to be.

We were having our usual conversation, talking about what he’s going to eat for me after the Korean buffet, when we passed a four-way intersection. Some drunk asshole ran his light and Carter, preoccupied with thinking about food, didn’t notice. Luckily he’s okay, kind of. His hip was shattered in the wreck and has been in and out of surgery since. He’s stable now, but everyone is still on edge. Carter’s dad came to see him in the hospital for their first time in months. He barely recognized Carter at first. One of the doctors told him that I’m Carter’s friend, and his dad came to talk to me. He looks a lot like how Carter did when he was fit, just an older version. He asked about the weight gain and the accident, and I lied my ass off. Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out soon.

It’s been a long 24 hours.

Brookside Medical Part 3

At once the elevator doors separate and 6 hunky and soon to be chunky young men are escorted into a hallway that seems to stretch on forever. The stretch of floor is made up of marbled tile that matches the cream color pillars that line the regal walls. No overhead light is provided, but numerous torches provide calm, yet angry, lighting. Each robot servant brings, or rather, drags its boy into his assigned room. One by one each heavy door is opened and closed, becoming a prison for the fat men to be.

Each of the 6 classroom sized rooms is identical. Upon being forced in, each man notices the abundance of food available in his room. Literal piles of fattening food at least twice as tall as the tallest lacrosse player cover the entire floor. Every junk food imaginable: pizza, pastries, pastas, huge candy bars, fried delicacies, fast foods, etc are included in the mountains. Each naked boy is thrown by a strong robot into the center of his room, into a massive pile of the world’s unhealthiest foods. Each sees the high ceiling, all equipped with gaping holes and random piping ending with funnels hanging down to a reachable level.

One boy, the short one with dark hair and piercing eyes, reaches out for a funnel. While trying to grasp his bearings he can feel his ass sinking into the icing of a soft cake underneath him. As soon as he can reach the piping, a thick, milky substance starts flowing out of the long pipe uncontrollably onto the short man’s toned abs and pecks. He lets go in shock, and the tube stops pouring out the thick liquid. He’s covered in the cold stuff, but it doesn’t bother him. He’s too captivated by the intoxicating sweet smell to notice the temperature. He has to have this substance in him. He reaches for the clear tube and sticks it into his mouth. The man could swear that he just felt a french fry hit his face, but he can’t tell you that that fry alone with many other foods are falling at random from the sizable holes in the ceiling. He’s too absorbed in the liquid to notice.

In another room Chad, the extremely handsome lacrosse player with sharp features and a chiseled body, screams. Of course, nobody can hear. Nobody except Brenden, who sits in his control room and laughs his growing, naked ass off. He grabs a bottle of lotions as most of the men take to the food.

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Several weeks pass, Brenden grows tired of the same old routine. Everyday checking up on his growing pigs; eating exurbanite amounts of the world’s best foods. Everything, for the most part, has gone exactly as his impulsive plans said they would. There’s just been one hitch…

Taking his attention off the hitch and refocusing on his communication glass, he sees that he’s been notified that an old friend has come to town. Immediately Brenden invites Bill, or as he’s currently known, Stephen over to his new place.

Brenden and Stephen go back about as far as any two friends, if you could call them that, can possibly go back. In their hay day, Stephen was the richest man on Earth, actually paying for the original funding of Brookside Medical. Of the handful of powerful leaders still left, Brenden and Stephen were the only two who still would occasionally keep in contact over their numerous lives. Stephen, as no exception to the harsh hands of immortality, has succumbed to his own vices. But no amount of gaseous alcohol has yet to bring him to a well-deserved and torturous death.

As for why these two men still kept each other company, well, it’s rather touching considering the horrible nature of the two. Of everyone currently on their planet, as far as anyone could tell, they were the only two immortals who both were keen for extremely fat men. Every life that they meet in, Stephen is wildly impressed with Brenden’s ability to constantly come up with new ways to make his men, and himself, bigger and fatter than ever before. They’re the only two who truly get each other.

So that evening, when Stephen walked through the front doors dressed casually dapper and holding an a-cig (evaporated alcohol e-cig), Brenden made sure he was laying naked on the foyer couch. Greasy ruben sandwich in one chubby hand, bottle of half drunken soda in the other. Monstrous gut bulbing out, recently starting to grow slight stretch marks.

“Hello my old chum!” Brenden exclaims in a sarcastic old British accent, looking passed his man tits and to the handsome and toned new body in front of him. Stephen can’t be more than 25, looking pristine and well-groomed in his golf shorts and polo. His attitude is cynical, like everything in his mind is terrible and so is everyone else. Stephen looks at the man turned pig in front of him with hazel eyes below tufts of semi wavy hair. He can’t help but notice those chubby arms on that once thin body, that double chin, those wide and flabby thighs.

“You’ve got no idea how much I want to shag that new body of yours.” Stephen tells the rugged fatass in an equally cheesy accent. He’s thinking about how Brenden must be over halfway to 300 by now. He knew Brenden had a knack for ruining himself, but this was possibly a new record.

“Well, it’s not gonna fuck itself.” Brenden says, dropping the accent and picking crumbs out of his substantial double chin in preparation for the clean man to fuck him. “Flip me over, I’m too stuffed to do it myself.”

Stephen takes a long hit out of his a-cig and stumbles over to the plump man and drunkenly hefts his body over so that a wide, globous ass is staring at him. Stephen drops his pants and makes the fatter man quake, right there on the couch.

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The next morning Brenden is eating a robot prepared feast at the dining table when Stephen wakes up. He’s naked, as per usual, while Stephen sports his designer underwear. He enters the dining room filled with grunts and moans, takes a drag of alcohol, and makes himself a small plate of eggs and toast.

“I’ll take it you’re still not looking to come feed with me?” Brenden asks Stephen for the first time in this body. He already knows the answer, but he has to try every time.

Stephen gives Brenden a once over, looking at the body he knew for a fact was once as slim as his. My god, how he’s grown in such a short amount of time. “You know I’m just here to fuck the pigs, not become one.” He tells Brenden with slurred words, knowing that the fat man wants him even heavier than him. But, even as drunk as he is, Stephen could never make the decision to give up wild pig sex. He needs his stamina.

“Alrighhhhhht,” Brenden groans, “You’ve got to check out my collection this time around though. I’ve got a whole lacrosse team I’m ruining.”

After Brenden gets full enough to leave the table, the stuffed man takes the cute new man on a tour of the lower levels of the house. They start with James’ donut shop room, and Stephens pleasantly surprised to see that at least one of the pigs isn’t too far off from 350. James barely notices when the men come in. Laying on his much fatter back, it’s obvious the once cute boy is now passed the point of no return. His fat face is stuck to the teat of Robbo, who pumps out a custom liquid specifically designed to get James’ body as addicted as possible. The flavor of the liquid, possibly surprising, is jelly filled glazed. Stephen sloppily walks over to James and starts fucking his lard. At this point, if you had told someone that only a few months ago this guy was serving donuts in a small town with less than a beer gut, nobody would believe you. James moans, wanting Stephen to stick it up him, but Stephen’s too busy cumming in the fat folds between his side moob and belly. Stephen slaps James’ large body once more before he pulls Brenden off Robbo’s second teat and continues the tour. James doesn’t notice them leave, and doesn’t notice that there’s quite a bit of cum dripping from his fat folds.

Next Brenden takes Stephen to each of the lacrosse boys’ rooms. One by one, they see how each boy has fattened up. The boys range from sitting on top of the huge piles of food to being almost suffocated and sinking in the fattening mess. The common denominator? Most of the guys have fattened up very nicely in the past several weeks, especially the short one. They’re all experiencing softening jawlines, pot bellies, even some moobs and a few bubble butts. While most of them have put on maybe 40 lbs, looking like chunky jocks on a long offseason, the short one is already over 300lbs. He’s covered in stretch marks and fat rolls, his lard making him significantly wide considering he’s only 5’5. For some reason unknown to Brenden, this one gains at a much faster rate than all the others. Soon he’ll outweigh James, a feat not easy to accomplish. The ex-lacrosse player doesn’t care, though. He just lies face down on the huge piles of food and eats all day, every day. Laying down, fatter ass up in the air, ready for Stephen to use and abuse.

After looking at the first 5 men, after seeing how covered in food, bloated, and absorbed in gluttony they are, Brenden takes Stephen to the last room in the hall, the room containing Chad.

Before entering, Brenden explains the previously mentioned hitch. Chad won’t gain weight. No matter what he tries, Chad is the one guy who actually seems to have gotten more muscular since they got here. Brenden’s at a loss. Having a robot force feed him is no fun, and the bro won’t eat more than he needs. He hasn’t even touched his feeding tubes. He eats what he has to, and then works out all day. It’s absolutely insane. Before going in, Stephen messes with his a-cig for a moment.

When the two men enter the room, they find Chad doing pushups in a corner of the room that he constantly clears food from. He’s sweaty and covered in sauces and crumbs, but he’s as fit as ever.

“Wow.” Stephen says upon entering. “You’re the one boy who could resist, but I think I know exactly what you need, Chad.” The man stops working out but makes no other sign that he’s listening. “I’ll strike a deal with you Chad, if you can take a few hits off this cigarette and still resist, Brenden will let you go.” Of course Brenden neither cares or even notices. He’s grown hungry from all the walking and is sitting his round ass on the floor scavenging for another birthday cake.

Chad moves his angular face to look Stephen in the eyes. “You forreal? I blow a few puffs and then you let me go?” His voice quivers, he wants to leave so bad.

Stephen smiles condescendingly. “Yes, if you still don’t want to eat after, you may leave. Why don’t we try this out?” He throws the a-cig at Chad, who catches it with great reflex. Chad takes a puff, then another, and another. Brenden’s watching, not really caring if he has to lose chad or not.

“What the fuck did you put in this?” Chad demands to know. He’s on the ground, trying to focus. He now wants the slice of pizza sitting in front of him.

Stephen drunkenly laughs, “It’s just your basic a-cig, except I changed the alcohol for the same shit I manufactured myself and plan to put in most of this country’s food soon enough. I helped Brenden with the original chemical you all have been getting, but for that to work you had to be willing to give in. With this new stuff, you’ve got no choice. Sorry to say that you’re just a… guinea pig per se. But hey, looks like it works.” Chad’s already finished the slice of pizza and is moving on to a greasy pile of mac and cheese. He’s screaming “NO,” and “FUCK YOU,” over and over as he eats, trying to quit. His stomach is beginning to bow out with the sudden intake of food.

“Holy shit, man. You figured it out. You got the twig to eat!” There’s a huge smile plastered across Brenden’s fat, stubbly cheeks. He’s happy, now knowing that he’ll soon have another fatass in his house.

“Yeah, now I just gotta figure out what happened with the short one… I need whatever he has in my product.” Stephen says, already trying to rearrange his plans for the future. “You mind if I stay here some and research him?” He asks.

“Fuck yeah, do whatever you need to do. But you gotta share this whole master plan with me while you’re here.” If we’re being honest, Brenden’s just happy he’ll have a real human here to stick it in him for a while. He knows it’ll feel even better as his ass gets bigger.

///

Time passes, research gets done, many things quickly change around the house. Stephen and Brenden became practically inseparable as the crude men worked to get Brenden as huge as possible.

On the last day, Stephen makes his way down the elevator one last time before leaving the house to go continue the manufacturing of his product. He’s spent too much time researching here already. He’s as sober as he always is when he enters the 6th door in the hall, waiting to see Chad.

What he finds is no longer Chad, but instead a fat man on all fours vigorously sucking cream from a funnel at the top of a huge pile of food. When he enters, the fat man stands up as best he can and turns around, his olive skinned belly jiggling with the effort. His once angular face has grown into a distorted shadow of what it used to be. His double chin melds into his jowls, which melts into his thick neck. His broad shoulders frame his fat chest nicely. Two mounds of fat, connected by a shelf of blubber, rest on top of what used to be washboard abs. His belly had grown, expanding his happy trail, creating rolls of back fat and arms that eagerly replaced dense muscle with squishy fat and were shoved away by the fat accumulating on his body. The ass that had seen so many squats is now the size of two watermelons shoved together and covered in cellulite. His thighs started touching a long time ago, now constantly shoving into each other so hard that walking became difficult. Not that Chad like to walk much these days, unless he was trying to get to the other side of the room for a rather delicious looking burger that fell from the ceiling. Even his calves got fat, growing cankles. His fingers and toes? Chubby sausage links.

“Get over here, pig.” Stephen demands. Chad waddles/crawls over the food and to Stephen, who pushes him on the ground. “One last fuck before I go, lard ass. Open up.” And Chad does, knowing what now brings him the most pleasure.

“I can’t believe you did this to me, I can’t believe it fucking worked.” Chad says, trying to resist the urge to reach out and grab a piece of fried chicken. “I had a life, and you made me gain like 150 pounds you sack of shit.”

Stephen chuckles. “If you think that’s what 150 pound of fat looks like, get ready to see a much higher number on the scale than you were expecting. Now shut up and moan, you sack of lard.” Stephen pulses extra hard and Chad’s body shakes in response. He moans as he feels his whole body jiggle, disgusted with himself.

Once finished, Stephen briefly visits the other men’s rooms. All of them have grown steadily to become extraordinarily sexy 400 pounders. Of course they all gained weight differently in different places, but they all were slowly being dominated by their ever increasing fat middles. The men never dreamt of becoming so morbidly obese in their worst nightmares, but it wasn’t as horrible as any of them had thought it would be. Although Brenden did think it’d be funny to decorate their individual rooms with pictures of them in their skinnier days. Now, none of the fatasses will ever forget where they came from.

The short one, Mike, had been moved out of his room a while ago, being placed in a top research facility which has since let him easily grow to over 600lbs, into a proper superchub. They placed him in a large, reinforced bed and gave him whatever he wanted and let his weight skyrocket. Naturally, all the fattass really wanted was a tube constantly flowing with that cream from Brenden’s place. While he only takes up about half the bed with his gigantic belly, chest, arms, and legs, it’s certain that one day he’ll be able to fill up the whole thing. Stephen, personally, was looking forward to leaving the house and seeing Mike’s huge progress in person. Even though, if his plan succeeds, everyone in America will soon be following suit with the huge man.

Stephen skipped James’ room before leaving. Once he hit 450 lbs, the sack of blubbering fat was kicked out of the house, despite his pathetic protests. Stephen and Brenden both grew tired of the huge boy. He never did much besides suckle on Robbo’s teat and waste resources. Fucking him wasn’t even fun anymore, as he wouldn’t turn over for them and they couldn’t get him to open up when they physically did it. Waddling the streets naked, alone, and still covered in food, police soon investigated this fat man. Nobody claimed him, as James had forgotten his name long ago and his old friends/family didn’t recognize his disfigured shape. He now lives at an assisted living facility, constantly breaking into their kitchen and stealing all the donuts. Sometimes the other patients catch him complaining about how much he misses his old job, how he misses his favorite customer that came to rescue him so long ago.

While Stephen was making his rounds, Brenden went to the same couch where they had first seen each other in their current bodies. He wanted to lay on the couch, but they had broken it while fucking a while ago. So, Brenden lied on the rug, eating a few chocolate pies and waiting for his friend’s departure. Right before he left, Stephen walked in on (the much fatter than when he arrived just like everyone else in the house) Brenden.

“I’d turn over for you, but I’m way too fuckin’ full.” Brenden said through heavy breaths, hearing Stephen walk in. He couldn’t see the slim man in front of him over his extremely stuffed and full lardy belly. He traced the outline of a rather deep stretch mark with a chubby finger.

“No need,” Stephen says, taking a hit off his a-cig. “I’ve got everything I need as it is.” He examined Brenden’s body. He was approaching 400, which was a really good look on him. His fat arms were so cute, his ass was so perky, his cheeks so fat. Stephen loved the way his belly and fat pad had grown and shrunken his cock so much. He’d have to come back to visit when the man couldn’t reach it anymore. He undoes his zipper and pulls out his raging cock and sticks it in Brenden’s stuffed but soft belly fat. “I’ll see you around, big boy. I’m kinda hungry myself” He says with a pelvic thrust. He zips up.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around slim. I mean if you still that way when I see you next time. I’m not saying I drugged your cig but I’m not saying I didn’t. It’s only fair though, I know you’ve been pumping me with the shit since we first became immortal. It’s okay though, I think you’ll like it just as much as I do.” Brenden’s chunky face is serious, but Stephen’s too drunk to realize what’s actually happening.

“Alright lard ass, you got jokes.” Stephen slurs. “Don’t be a stranger big boy…. Do you know any good burger places around here?” And without waiting for an answer, the drunk man leaves. He’s going out to into the big, bad, and soon to be much fatter world.

FIN.

Brookside Medical Part 2

The tubby one follows the bloated one down a maze of hallways, all modernly decorated. Both men are breathing heavily as they walk, and both lean back slightly to offset the weight of their heavy stomachs. James pays no attention to the robot keeping up with them, as he’s too full to think straight, but Brenden is well aware of what’s about to happen. Eventually they arrive at an elevator, almost hidden in the large house, and awaiting their arrival. The doors open automatically, and the group steps in. James leans against the wall and lets his bloated gut rest on the support bar while Brenden types some controls into a panel on the marbled elevator wall. The doors close and the elevator swiftly sinks into the ground. Soon, the carrier stops and the doors open. Brenden sees the room they’re about to enter and chuckles. ‘Of course it would be this, it had to be this!’ Brenden thinks with a smile. “Come on Lardo, we’ve got a punishment to perform.” James turns around and winces as his slight but heavy overhang bounces back into free air. He looks into the room that Brenden’s walking into and shudders.


“How did you- What the hell- What’s going on???” The doughboy spits out.


“The elevator,” Brenden explains, “I programed it to profile you and create a room replicating the place you hate most. Don’t worry dumbass, it’s not real.” He laughs, but his abdomen is still sore from food overload and the laugh sounds muffled. James reluctantly steps out of the elevator and walks into the old workplace he thought he had left behind for good. This donut shop replica is exactly like the real thing, from an old brown stain on the back left ceiling tile to the hole in the first chair at table 4. James walks like he’s in a dream, eyes wide and head tilted back. He knew he hated this place, but he couldn’t pick only one reason to hate it. From the smell of stale donuts to the horrid bathroom, it was all terrible. But, whether he realizes it or not, the majority of his dislike for the small shop comes from the weight he’s gained. When he first started working his medium shirt was loose on him. It wasn’t long before he got bored manning the register- nobody ever eats at places with humans managing the food anymore. With boredom striking, James found himself snacking on the occasional donut. As one can probably guess, the occasional donut turned into two, three, four plus donuts and poof. Suddenly he’s lucky if he can button his pants in the morning.


It was a hard transition for James to go from captain of the Lacrosse team at his school to the lonely donut boy he’s now become. He never wanted to quit the team, but the county’s in a recession. He and his parents needed the money, so it was either get a job and quit lacrosse or starve. With 90% of American adult men now being obese, James figured it was only a matter of time before he lost his physique, but he never expected it to happen so soon. Depression hit him hard after quitting the team, and with the depression came more donuts, and with those donuts came more pounds. The day he saw his lard bulging out between the straining buttons of his shirt was the day he lost hope. From popular muscle jock to dumpy dough boy, James has been too embarrassed lately to even call up his old sports friends. All of this made him resent that donut shop, made him resent his life. Having no self-control around the donuts but risking not having any food if he quit the shop was a catch 22, one that he thought he had left behind when he skipped town with Brenden.
Brenden gestures for James to come behind the counter. There’s a high tech chair behind there, probably of which is the only notable difference about the Krispy Kreme replica that James can tell. The place feels the same, has the same sound of water dripping somewhere off where you can’t see.


“Sit here,” Brenden instructs. “I think you’re going to like what you’re about to experience.” James looks at the elevator, a robot holding a bucket is blocking the exit. He sits compliantly, but is reasonably nervous. Why did Brenden want to recreate the place he hated most in the world and place this chair here? Brenden waits for James to stop jiggling before continuing. He presses a button on the wall and simultaneous wrist, ankle, and chest straps come out of the chair and wrap themselves around James’ bloated body. A thin layer of fat collects around the straps, especially the one forcing itself under his small but fat moobs. Brenden grabs a jelly filled donut from under the glass counter and takes a big bite. While chewing, he presses some buttons on the control panel attached to the donut shop wall. A hologram appears in front of James, it’s a life sized person that looks fairly realistic despite the holographic sheen. The person resembles James, but is morbidly obese, at least 500 lbs.


“This is you tubbo,” Brenden says, to gesturing to the rotating hologram. “This is you by the time I get done with you. You can whine and bitch all you want about how you don’t want to get fat, but we both know that’s not true.” He throws the remains of the donut in his hand onto James’ lap. It hits the raging hard-on sticking up through James’ tight uniform pants before falling on the ground. “My friend Robbo here will help you get huge, but first we need to see how long your punishment will last.” The robot servant comes over with the bucket, extends the arm holding the food, and declares “42 pounds of food left unfinished”. James looks at the overfilled bucket and swears there’s more food in the bucket than was left on the table.


“Wow, you really couldn’t eat any more than that? I knew you were weak Tubs but I didn’t realize you’re that weak. Well, looks like you’ll be down here being fed by Robbo for 42 days, one day for each pound of food uneaten.” Brenden’s smiling, knowing exactly what James is going to look like in a month from now.


“Please, no… This is torture, you can’t do this! You’re sick!” James accuses, his voice deep. He tries to fight the restraints but he knows there’s no use. He’s way too full and bloated to outrun a robot, even if he could escape. Besides, he hasn’t tried running in months and god knows what kind of shape he’s in now.


“I may be sick, but at least I’m not weak.” Brenden says, picking up another donut. “We both know what you really want, anyway.” He gestures to James’ boner, which has only gotten harder since Robbo started shoving bucket food down James’ mouth, and saunters into the elevator.
James is left with his torturers robotic servant, being stuffed with mashed potatoes and tears streaming down his pudgy face.


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42 days later.


The elevator doors open automatically as a chunky man wearing no clothes enters. While his arms and legs show shadows of passed definition, one wouldn’t be able to tell that this man had been in peak physical condition only 42 days previous. Since then, many days and nights of overindulgence have occurred and the chunky man now weighs more than the donut boy did when they first walked through the mansion doors. His jiggly, bare ass quivering as he walks into the elevator, he rests a plump arm on the wall for support. While he can’t weigh more than 220 lbs, this is still an impressive gain for only 42 days.
Brenden looks at his nude body in the reflection of the elevator’s marbled walls as the machine sinks into the ground for the first time in over a month. Thick abs were replaced with a semi hairy beer gut littered with small stretch marks. Thick thighs now touch slightly where there was once a clear gap. His sizable penis is slowly being consumed by an inch or so of soft flab, and his ass juts out in a clear bubble butt. He examines his relatively new face for the millionth time, but still doesn’t recognize it. There’s a clear double chin forming, burying his chiseled jaw line. He gets hard, but his cock will no longer raise to the extend it once did.


The Elevators doors open and reveal a donut shop smelling of musk.


Brenden walks in with heavy steps, eager to see what he’s done to his poor sack of lard. He looks passed the counter and sees Robbo jerking off a much fatter James.


“I see you and Robbo have gotten quite comfortable with each other.” Brenden says, announcing his presence. James jumps slightly, not expecting Brenden to already return. His huge belly jiggles with the startle, and so do his magnificent thighs, moobs, arms, and double chin. ‘Dear god…’ Brenden thinks. ‘There’s no way the heifer weighs less than 280 lbs.’ Brenden looks the blond boy up and down, examining every stretch mark, every pound that has been added to his masterpiece. If the high tech chair hadn’t been leaning back, you wouldn’t be able to see James’ shrinking cock under his bulbous fat sacks. The fat boy still resembles James, just a larger version whose appendages and torso are stuffed with lard. His moobs look plump and suckable, as do every cascading roll. His bare thighs appear to be permanently stuck together in the now tight fit of the chair. The originally tight uniform pants finally ripped to shreds in a pile around the chair about 30 lbs ago, which was a great relief on the big boy.


“Oh shit.” James mutters, crumbs falling out of his full, plump mouth. Robbo stops jerking him off and turns the chair so that James faces Brenden. “Looks like I’m not the only one who wanted to gain a little weight.” James says, his rock hard cock sticking up as much as it possibly can, twitching.


“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny as fuck right now.” Brenden retorts, walking towards the growing tub of lard in front of him, gut bouncing all the way. He grabs a handful of donuts from under the counter and sticks them onto James’ cock before eating each one with a growing passion. Brenden can feel his new moobs melding with his pig’s fatter thighs as he begins to suck off the large boy. A few moments later, Robbo presses a button on the chair and a large dildo enters the fat boy’s fat ass. As the toy fucks James, Brenden humps his swollen calf, eager to sex every part of his fatass. Both men are quivering, but James definitely takes the cake in this department. Not surprisingly, Brenden quickly gets tired from the unusual amount of physical exertion, and Robbo comes over and puts his robotic hands on Brenden’s pudgy hips. The metallic thumbs of the robot sink deeply into the chubby man’s globous ass cheeks. With machine like ease, the robot raises Brenden to a better position and thrusts the arrogant man into James’s stretch mark covered belly. Brenden’s cock goes straight into the deep belly button of his lover, and he moans with pleasure. Both men are in ecstasy as they cum at the same time onto the guts of one another.


Brenden lays his head onto his fatass. “If we’re being honest, I regretted not coming to see you in person,” He states affectionately. James is slightly taken aback that the man who has fattened him beyond repair is attempting to be nice, but over the past 42 days he’s come to terms with what he really wants. In a way, Brenden freed him to be who he never really knew he wanted to be.


“Thanks, I guess.” James says in his husky voice. “I wish you had visited, things got pretty boring when I wasn’t drugged and passed out…” He smiles, feeling his large double chin pushing against his fatter chest. His face has kept its attractive features despite the added girth. The rugged stubble covering his fat neck adds a layer of maturity.


Brenden smiles too, remembering his big surprise. “Speaking of being drugged and passed out, I’ve got a surprise for you. I invited a few of your old lacrosse buddies over.”


“What? Brenden what the hell? They can’t see me like this, I’m huge!” James exclaims, more anxious than pissed off. He’s hoping that he at least gets some decent clothes before seeing them.


“That’s exactly why I brought them? Don’t be such a pussy, they’ve been locked up in the storage closet the whole time. They might hear you. And besides, I wanted to have some fun with you, calm the hell down. They don’t know where they are or how they got here, but they still remember everything up until the point they passed out and were brought here; they should be waking up soon. By the way, they’re not wearing any clothes either, so don’t fucking worry about it being awkward thinking that you’re going to be the only naked one, Pig.” Brenden knew James wouldn’t be happy about this while he was calling in a few favors from a passed life to get this accomplished, but he thought it’d be funny. He’s still pretty sure it’ll be funny, and is absolutely sure it’ll be sexy as hell.


“So… yea, I’m gonna get going.” Brenden announces, unexpectedly. With that he hefts himself off the fat boy and heavily walks back to the elevator while James screams for him to please not do this to him. Once the door closes, Brenden instructs the complex machine to take him to a control room he had previously prepared before today.


Looking at one of the many screens showing live video of what’s happening in every room of the donut shop, Brenden has a robotic servant bring him a bucket of fried chicken. While aggressively shoving chicken down his fat mouth, Brenden presses a button unlocking the storage room door. Behind the door lie a pile of 6 naked and very muscular boys. The sound of the door unlocking wakes one of the boys, a handsome one with olive skin and an angular face. While the handsome boy gathers his bearings, Robbo cleans James up and makes him stand behind the counter. James is heavily leaning on the counter, and absentmindedly grabbing donuts from under it. He’s having trouble standing with his new, plump body, but he keeps a constant glare at the storage closet across the shop, waiting anxiously. He doesn’t remember his bare belly squishing up so much against the counter’s glass, or his moobs feeling so heavy while resting on the top.


The first boy is awake and fully aware, slowly waking up all the guys around him, screaming their names and freaking out. The room’s decently small, and they’re all tangled and on top of each other in a pile of muscle and bulk. One short guy at the bottom of the pile reaches for the outdated door handle and opens it, causing several of the men to tumble out. They all stand up and look around the donut shop, extremely confused.


“Hey guys, you want a donut?” James asks nervously, calling their attention. They all look at him.


“What the shit is up, man what’s going on?” The handsome guy asks James, establishing his role as the leader of the fit men. Brenden laughs from the control room, his belly jiggling madly while bits of fried chicken and grease fall to the ground. This is going exactly as he planned.


James thinks about what to say, “Look I just work here, I don’t know what’s up with you all. You want some donuts or not?” He figures playing dumb might be the least embarrassing route.


“Wait, James, is that you????” One of the guys asks, this one’s probably the skinniest of the group. “You used to be so fit, what happened to you?” the skinny man’s dick gets hard, as do most of the guys’ in the group as they realize what’s happened to James.


“Dude did you do this to us, where the fuck are our clothes?” The dominant one demands. His dick is dripping with precum. “You eat too many donuts and then you steal our clothes? What are you doing with yourself man? And why didn’t you tell us you got so big?” He says, stepping closer. “It looks good on you, though..” Brenden couldn’t have asked for this to go any better. Up in his control room he instructs a servant to bring him some lotion.


Robbo grabs James and throws him into the chair, his tubby ass barely making it passed the arm rests. The restraints come back on, strapping him to the chair.
“Wait what’s going on??” James whimpers, panic registering in his ex-jock eyes. Robbo brings out a buffet table, most of the guys have taken to shaking out their hard ons.


One of the guys, an average one, speaks up. “I don’t know dude; I just know you’re sexy as all hell. I can’t believe you kept this from us. Fucking rude man.” The guys inch closer, all coming to an unspoken agreement. They genuinely don’t know what’s happening, they just know what they need to do. The olive skinned one is the first one to start fucking James’ fat. The rest join in, one by one, giving James his dream. The dominant one fucks his dense undermoob, the short one takes his back fat, the skinny one his double chin, the others fill in the gaps. ‘If only they were fat,’ James can’t help but think. Watching his old teammates and good friends become just as big as him, if not bigger, and then fucking him silly would be the perfect fantasy in his mind.


It’s a good thing Brenden and James often think in the same way…


As James’ body becomes the center of these men’s reality, he can’t help but think about food. Over the past 42 days he’s become totally addicted to food. He can’t go a few seconds without thinking about his next stuffing, he craves the feeling of being overly full. As if on cue, the dense men slowly start grabbing food from the buffet table and start cramming it down James’ obese throat. He’s in bliss.


The handsome men finish up with their circle jerk, practically at the same time. James has cum all over his growing, stretch mark covered body, and the dominant boy with the angular face helps James cum.


“Thanks Chad, means a lot.” James says to the handsome guy with a manly chuckle. He sits up in his chair and asks for another pizza from the buffet. Brenden realizes that this perfect timing, and presses his last button while finishing the last bite of the cake he had recently moved on to. Ignoring the feeling of being painfully full, he watches the last step of his perfect plan fall into place. At once, 6 more robotic servants identical to Robbo enter the donut shop through hidden doors. Each one grabs onto a muscular ex lacrosse player and loads the hunky, sweaty, nude men into the elevator, despite their angry, testosterone filled protests.


Brenden cums and smiles at himself, thinking about the 6 rooms he prepared for the men he graciously brought into his home.

Brookside Medical Part 1

*Brookside Medical follows a very morally gray man in the future as he swaps bodies and is a menace to others with his fattening antics. The body swapping concept explored in this series is inspired by the TV series Dollhouse, if you're familiar.*

The patient’s eyes fluttering open, muscles feeling stiff. Nothing seems out of the ordinary this time around. If anything, this is the smoothest transition that’s taken place thus far. Far too often these risky visits seem to end in complications that the patient frankly doesn’t have time for. Not today though; today the ever so distinguished Dr. Montgomery immediately strides over to the nude patient lying on the metal transition table and methodically begins to remove all unnecessary wires and the like. Every move he makes appears very complicated, it’s a wonder how the doctor can even remember how to operate all the complex machinery that litters the room. Maneuvering through the space isn’t simple, either. Five feet away from the patient lay another, rather wide, transition table, supporting an enormously fat and unconscious man well over the weight of 600 lbs. The thought of a more spacious transition room always crosses Dr. Montgomery’s mind during these particular procedures.

The patient isn’t ready to sit up until Dr. Montgomery runs through all the routine tests, making sure that the transition truly went smoothly. Once finished, Montgomery helps the patient stand and allows the patient to get dressed in the clothes the patient preselected before the transition. After slipping on the last leather loafer, the patient selects a body length mirror that’s set on a wall to examine the transitional changes. The patient looks at the body, up and down, admiring the athletic, rugged features this physique supports. The patient has always liked the type of dark features exemplified on this body, and is perfectly fine admiring these features for quite some time. Once the patient seems more comfortable in the new skin, Dr. Montgomery approaches the patient, who holds out a hand as if asking for money. Dr. Montgomery reaches into his lab coat and retrieves a slim sheet of glass no bigger than the patient’s hand and places it in the patient’s extended palm.

“All the information you need for you newest body is on this devise, so be careful not to lose it.” Dr. Montgomery informs the patient.

Already annoyed with the implication that this is new information, the patient, with the new voice, scoffs.  “I know, doc. It’s not like we haven’t been through this 1,000 times before already.” The words came out deeper than the patient expected.

Dr. Montgomery is politely droning on about something, probably an apology for his naiveté, but the patient is too busy looking through the lifeline devise to pay attention. The computerized sheet of glass that the patient was given contains all the information that the patient will need to survive in the world. Scrolling through digitalized licenses, identifications, permits, and payment cards, the patient notices the new name: Brenden Lockwood. This is to be what the patient is to identify as during the time in the new body. The patient’s had many names before, and thinks this one isn’t any more special than the dozens of others.

Already letting go of every tie to his previous body that still lays on the wide table, Brenden Lockwood briskly strides out of the Brookside Medical office building. Without bothering to shut the door, he leaves a blabbering Dr. Montgomery to clean up his messy past. Outside of the high-end private medicinal building, Brenden hops into the back seat of a spacious hovercar awaiting his arrival. “Take me home, and make it snappy” he orders the preprogramed AI-equipped vehicle. The hovercar automatically raises itself and starts the long drive to a large city located far beyond of the tristate area.  On the long drive home, Brenden can’t help but to think about what his current body will end up looking like in a few years. By the time he’s done with it, he’ll likely be on the verge of heart failure, diabetic shock, and probably immobility. At least that’s what has happened to every single body he’s taken control of previously.

Transitions were never supposed to end up like this, never this scummy. Patients similar to Brenden were never supposed to end up ruining their continuously supplied bodies at such an alarming rate. The original idea was innocent enough, a select group of the United States’ top billionaires would invest in the cutting edge research for body swapping at government sponsored Brookside Medical. In return for the original funding, the billionaires would receive a sort of immortality by being allowed to swap bodies with healthy program participants any time their health became at risk. The program participants were to be volunteers, all men at their peak fitness. On paper, the men could volunteer by giving up their bodies for a contracted amount of time, and Brookside Medical would, for instance, pay off their student loans or save their bankrupt family business. But it wasn’t before long that Brookside Medical started to find loopholes. The old/sick billionaires they’d swap bodies with would die, along with the volunteer’s consciousness. Eventually Brookside Medical became a complete scam for the men dutifully volunteering. If the bodies they swap with didn’t die, the volunteers would get their original bodies back with destroyed livers, brain cancer, missing limbs, or, in Brenden’s case, 600 extra pounds of fat. While this tragic cycle appears monstrous, it greatly benefits the original investors. These few men get to live eternally and luxuriously, abusing the bodies of the poor to their various hearts’ content.

Many of the investors love alcohol; the first drink in their new body is absolutely magical. Same for the druggies, they just love the feeling of that first heroine needle being stuck their arm. With Brenden, it’s food. That first meal he stuffs himself with when he receives a new form is better than any meal he could eat at 600lbs. He’s the only one of the original investors who can manage to gain well over 100 lbs in a year, and he takes great pride in his skill. This talent for eating was ingrained in Brenden far before he even heard about the potential of body swapping technology all those years to go. After all of this time, all Brenden can remember about his original body is that it was very, very obese. He thinks he might have been in charge of some sort of fancy fast food chain, but he doesn’t necessarily care to recall if that’s true or not. Leaving the past in the past is a specialty of Brenden’s.

So many organic years of gluttony may have been forgotten by Brenden, but not by his subconscious. On his way to his the new city, Brenden couldn’t help but have his hovercar stop at least once for a box of freshly glazed donuts. The town the hovercar stops in is small, but Brenden knows that these dumps usually have the best food. Having to get out of the car at donut places is such a bother to him, but he finds it much easier to climb out as Brenden Lockwood and not as the fat sack of lard he left back at Brookside Medical.

Inside the shop, Brenden opted to go for only a dozen sugary treats at this stop. His new physique is pretty toned, and it probably can’t hold any more than twelve at this moment in time. He carefully decides which glazed perfection will make up his first meal. For a while most places have had slim and shiny robotic cashiers and servers, but this dump still has an actual human working the counter.

“I’ll take a dozen chocolate ones, feel free to throw in a few extra.” He says to the only other person in the joint, a tubby boy in a tight Krispy Kreme uniform. The blonde boy obliges and bends over to fetch the donuts from under the counter. Despite how his belly strains the buttons of his shirt when bending over, the fatty’s clothes don’t pop. Brenden’s staring, but he honestly can’t help it. The boy would be considered handsome by most if he were to lose fifty pounds, but it’s those fifty pounds that make Brenden so insanely attracted to him. His jawline was probably once existent, but now the chubby boy’s cheeks melded into his neck exquisitely. What were probably toned pecks now jiggle and jut out, pressing into the button-down shirt- and more so with that modest belly hanging in front of him. Not to mention that ass. That ass looks like it could bust out of his pants any second.

“Your total is $52.95,” The cashier says, looking longingly at the donuts rather than Brenden.

Brenden can’t help himself. “No,” He starts, seductively, deciding to take a risk. “My total is $32.95, and you.”

The chub looks confused. “What do you mean, man?” It’s obvious that he’s attracted to Brenden.

Brenden can tell that he’s not yet comfortable with the new weight. “I want you. Right here, right now. I’ll pay for the donuts, but I want you to come to the bathroom with me.”

“You’re not serious, are you? This is a joke. You’re joking.” The fatty’s tone seems hopeful, like this could almost be true.

“I’m serious, now give me my donuts and come to the bathroom.” Brenden swipes his devise and pays, grabs the box of donuts and the boy by the collar, and walks him to the bathroom. The door locks automatically behind the two. Brenden has a fire in his eyes, wanting nothing more than to undress that fatty in front of him. The chub isn’t moving though, seemingly uncertain about the whole situation. Brenden takes the collar of the boy’s shirt and pulls his hands apart, quickly tearing off the buttons in one swift motion. Good thing the shirt was already so strained, or that could have turned out differently.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The fatty protests.

Brenden pops the boy’s tight pants button. “You,” he says. “I’m doing you. Now sit your ass down and let me suck you off already.” If Brenden weren’t so ruggedly handsome and aggressive the boy probably wouldn’t have let this gone this far, but this stranger the cashier just met has him feeling slim again. He sits his fat bottom down and decides that going commando this morning was definitely the right decision.

              Brenden places his hand on the cashier’s hard cock and rubs it a few times, making sure it’s as stiff as possible. He bends over and strategically starts sucking away, making sure his head bobs into the boy’s fat every time he goes down. The fat one squirms and moans in pleasure. He hasn’t gotten a blowjob this good since he had abs. After getting the job at the donut shop, he has to constantly decide between his figure and another donut, and the sweet treats always win. People like him, people without willpower, are meant to get fat, and Brenden knows that far too well.

              The fat boy’s body tenses up and Brenden takes to jerking him off again, aiming the cum all over the boy’s bare belly. “Don’t move. Don’t say anything.” Brenden demands. He unzips his pants and whips out his huge, thick cock. He sits on the boy’s soft lap, careful not to get cum on his designer clothes. Brenden reaches over to the donut box on the floor and grabs one out of the box and shoves it into his own mouth. It’s not long before he’s reaching for a second, then a third. All this movement is causing the fat boy to jiggle viciously and it’s that realization that causes Brenden to cum all over the tubby cashier’s belly and double chin.

              The boy looks up at Brenden. “That was amazing.” He says with admiring blue eyes.

              “Shut up. You’re going to come with me. You saw that ‘108 Hover-X Glider out there? That’s mine. You come with me and I’ll let you live like a king. Leave this shithole town and come with me.” Brenden assertively offers the boy.

“But what abou-“ The boy starts.

“Yes or no?” Brenden impatiently interrupts.

“Ummmmm. You know what? Okay. I’ll come with you.” The boy says.

Brenden smiles, but only for a second. “Great. What did you say your name is?”

“It’s James. James Johnson.” James answers with uncertainty in his voice. “How am I going to get clothes to leave in?”

Brenden laughs. “You’re not,” he says. “And you’re not going to clean yourself off either. Grab as many donuts as you can carry and get your ass in my car.” Brenden climbs off him, takes the donuts, and makes his way to the hovercar. James, looking more and more like a fatass by the moment, does what he’s told despite his embarrassment. At least no one’s there to see. Besides, opportunities like these just don’t happen to people like James. Leaving you’re small home town to travel with a hot stranger simply doesn’t happen. But it’s happening, and James couldn’t be more excited. It’s too bad he has no idea what’s to come out of all of this.

James jiggles his way out to the car, carrying as many donuts as his pudgy arms can hold. The cum on his naked belly and tubby neck is drying quickly, making him uncomfortable. Brenden is leaning against the car, eating the rest of the chocolate donuts he purchased earlier. He throws a towel James. James catches it and notices that Brenden’s breathing harder than earlier, and almost looks like his stomach’s in pain.

“Clean yourself up, you’re a mess. The seats are genuine leather, Lardass.” Brenden’s definitely intimidating, and James can’t help but wonder why Brenden’s being so rude if they were supposed to be travelling together. “Get in the hovercar.” Brenden instructs. There’s plenty of room for the two of them, despite James’ inclination towards eating too much sugar.

“My name’s Brenden, by the way. That’s all you get to know right now. Now, eat those donuts you brought and tell me about yourself.”

On the rest of the way to city, Brenden finds out the boy’s only 19 and is still in school. Well, was in school. James will never be going back to that ratty town again if he behaves. James’ young age takes Brenden by slight surprise, but technically he’s barely over 21 himself. Back in high school James played lacrosse, which explains the sort of ex-jock look he sports. He’s even kind of tall, maybe he was good at the sport back before Krispy Kreme got ahold of him. His parents both work in advertising, and aren’t around much. No siblings, and he left a lot of his friends back in high school. Brenden can tell that James is lonely, maybe he used to be popular, but thinks that he’s weak. But the weak ones make the greatest companions. Nothing to lose, and a lot to gain.

              Eventually the hovercar pulls up to a mansion of sorts. Considering the time period, it’s a gigantic house, but Brenden misses the honestly huge houses he used to be given back in the day. Brenden’s current mansion features a postmodern look, very geometric in shape. Many of the cubed rooms appear to be floating in midair. It’s definitely the biggest house in the downtown neighborhood, and in the distance you can see ice capped mountains. Overall Brenden’s okay with it, but James is absolutely astounded.

“Welcome home,” Brenden says to James while getting out of the car. James brushes donut residue off his gut after getting out, careful not to get any on the expensive vehicle.

“This is where we’re staying?” James asks with awe.

“Yup, now I’m going to tour it and decide where you’ll be staying. Sit out here.” James isn’t really one to complain, especially not in situations like this, but he can’t help but wish Brenden were nicer.

Brenden is pleased to find the entire house has marble flooring in various colors. The entrance features a pleasant parlor, with hallways leading forward and on either side. The décor varies by room, but overall has a very gold and silver elegant feel to it. In the back there’s a decent sized pool and an ornamental garden. Brenden counts the room and finds 8 bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, two kitchens equipped with all the modern cooking utensils, a few play rooms, and, most importantly, his basement.

Brenden lets the automatic kitchen start cooking dinner for the two men, but orders a feast for a family of 8. By the time Brenden fetches James and gets him settled into his new, meager room, dinner is ready. James is still wearing only his busted Krispy Kreme pants when walking into the high end dining room. The rectangular mahogany table has ten nicely furnished chairs sitting around it, and Brenden is sitting at the head the table, facing the entrance. In front of him lays a huge feast consisting of honey hams, plates of premium steak, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, sweet potatoes, various gravy boats, heavily buttered vegetables, and greasy mac n cheese.

Brenden clears his throat. “Have a seat, James.” James takes a seat on the side opposite of Brenden. “I’ll eat what I want, and you’ll eat the rest. If you cannot complete this simple task, you’ll get punished. If you can, you’ll be rewarded. Is this deal fair?” Despite the warning, Brenden is able to keep a casual tone.

“Yes, it’s fair.” James answers, not really given the choice of saying no. He’s not really nervous, though. He saw the way Brenden scarfed down those donuts earlier and there’s no way Brenden can expect James to eat over half of this stuff.

“Great,” Brenden laughs. “Let’s dig in.” And with that, dinner has started. Ambient music plays softly in the background, something with strings. James starts with mashed potatoes and Brenden with steak. Brenden makes a sloppy eater out of himself, as if this is the first time he’s eaten in years. Utensils are ignored and his hands are in full use, ripping the steak apart with his teeth. Meat juice litters his expensive shirt, but he doesn’t care. He’s hungry. James starts off slow, trying to remember the table etiquette it’s been so long since he followed, but soon he throws that to the wind. His hands are better for picking stuff up with, anyways. It’s strange to James that someone as thin and in shape as Brenden can eat so wildly, but maybe that’s how all rich people actually eat. Who knows what lies Hollywood might be portraying to the poor, anyhow? He’s genuinely just grateful for the opportunity to eat a fancy shmancy feast like this, no matter how weird things may seem. Dinner goes on rambunctiously for some time, until Brenden leans back and burps, implying that he’s finished. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and sits there, watching James continue to eat away while rubbing his bloated washboard abs. It’s quite apparent that James won’t be able to finish, though. Brenden managed to eat about a third of the food, but James isn’t nearly equipped to eat a meal for at least 5 people. He gives a valiant effort, but soon his eating pans out. James’ starter gut is taut with food when he leans back. There’s still enough of the feast on the table for at least 3 people.

“… I can’t finish.” He blatantly states, struggling to breathe comfortably. There’s sauces on his mouth, dribbling down his double chin, flowing through his little man tits, over his belly, and into his lap. He gives a small burp and his body jiggles. Sauce falls to the floor.

“That’s okay.” Brenden tells James, standing up with a little bit of pain. Expanding his capacity will take time. “Follow me.” Brenden says and slowly walks out of the room. James painfully stands and waddles behind. There’s a look of fear on his soft face.

A robotic servant comes in the empty room, retrieves the rest of the food off the table, dumps it in to a large bucket, and follows suit with the two bloated boys.