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The Medallion

Exiting the sixth building today, Logan sighed as he continued to wonder aimlessly hoping that some place had a job opening that would hire him. But Logan was having no such luck. It had been several weeks since he lost his desk job and he was starting to get desperate. Despite his wife having a good stay at home job, they needed money. With two twins to care for and the mortgage on the house, they needed two incomes. But if he couldn’t find a good job anywhere soon, he might have to get some cheapo job at a fast food place so they could actually have money to work with. Logan sighed again; he couldn’t seem to catch any kind of break. It was in that moment Logan encountered a new store called ‘Wishful Thinking’. The motto in the window said ‘if you thought about a wish, then you’d think you’d wished to be here. At Wishful Thinking!’ What an odd motto, Logan thought, but it look interesting. The displayed window was filled with a bunch of random stuff, like tea, incense, a hand mirror, dream catchers, a rabbit foot, etc. He probably should continue on his job search, but at the rate he was going, he doubt he’d find anything until Christmas. Curiously he entered the mysterious shop. A bell rung, typically of any establishment, as Logan looked around at the interior; it was smaller than he expected, but still nice. There was a fairly large section of books. Logan could swear he saw one shelf labeled ‘self-help’, another ‘spell books’, and a third ‘self-help spell books’, but that he had to be seeing things. Who ever heard of self-help spell books? There were a few other things, such as many other small items similar to those in the display window. Some of those hand mirrors floated somehow around him as he entered. He got a good view of his reflection. Logan generally liked his body, even though it was fairly average. He didn’t have bulging muscles, but he also didn’t have a bugling waist line either. He felt like he had a handsome dad thing going on with his dark brown hair and goatee. He was mainly happy that he didn’t get a dadbod like so many of his male married friends did. And he had twins, he was happy for his averagely lanky frame. Logan clapped since he was so impressed with those floating mirrors. He couldn’t even see a string or anything, a top notch magic trick right there. “Just a second,” the man behind the cash register opened out with, “stay in the damn pokeball Pikachu.” The man clearly was playing Pokémon Go. Logan thought about getting that, but he wasn’t really into the Pokémon fandom. Now if they had made an X-men go game, then he’d be all over that. Logan was a big superhero nerd, X-men being his favorite superhero comic series. He and his wife even named their children after two of the characters, Kurt and Kitty. That might have been terrible parenting, but they didn’t care. Logan was happy that he at least got lucky enough to have a wife similarly nerdy to himself. “Finally,” the man groaned, “you annoying little mouse! You are Mine! I’m naming you Fluffuls, after my pet hamster, cause you’re the cutest little guy. Yes you are.” Logan was a little disconcerted by the grown man doing baby talk to his phone. “I’m just going to walk away slowly now,” Logan backed up. “This was a bad idea.” “Wait,” the man exasperated as he slid over the counter. Logan was impressed a man of his stature could be so nimble. Well, not to imply that the chubby man was unhealthy or that it was a bad thing to have a little extra weight. And it’s not like this guy was ugly. He had black hair, long sideburns with a goatee, nicely styled hair, blue eyes, wearing a white T-shirt with loose fitting jeans and a blue hoodie, and a chubby paunch. Wow, Logan was glad nobody could read his mind. Anyway, all that to say, he felt so old, even though he was only twenty eight. He’d probably would have groaned at the exertion or done that at a snail’s pace. But the man did it just like that, impressive. “I’m Skylar Blue and welcome to ‘Wishful Thinking’. If you thought about a wish, then you’d think you’d wished to be here. At Wishful Thinking!” Wow, that sounded worse out loud. “Um, I’m Logan. And I think you’re crazy.” Logan tried to leave again. “Of course I’m crazy, but I know why you’re here,” Skylar cockily smiled. “only people who are deeply troubled come here, those who have a deep desire or longing that they feel like they can’t fulfill themselves. Tell me Logan, do you feel down on your luck, like nothing is going you way no matter what you do?” “Well, yea.” Logan replied. “Then you’ve come to the right place!” Skylar excitedly expressed. “Here, I’ve got this a lucky horseshoe. It’ll give you good luck! But only for two days and only gives you a 34.71 percent increase in luck.” “Wow, sounds good.” Logan sarcastically remarked, “But I don’t believe in magic ….” “But you clearly believe in bad luck,” Skylar interrupted, “otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Here, I’ll prove it, magic!” Skylar moves his hands and some kind of bright energy comes out of them. It moves around him unpredictably at angles Skylar couldn’t fake like an illusion. “Oh my gosh,” Logan excitedly almost shouted. “Now you’ve got my attention.” “Great!” Skylar matched his enthusiasm. “Perhaps this necklace of garlic. Guaranteed to keep vampires away, make you smell bad, and make your next job interview 47 percent more likely to follow up with a hire. Allow four to six days for confirmation. Also makes great soup!” “Do you have something that, I don’t know, is 100 percent able to give me luck 100 percent of the time?” Logan nonchalantly requested. “Well,” Skylar looked nervously toward a large sliding door behind his cash register. “We shouldn’t go there. Um maybe this uh lucky flip coin, it’s guaranteed to flip whatever you call. It won’t expire. But it does cost thirty bucks.” “Wait is there something in that back room that could help,” Logan made his way to that door. “NO DON’T GO IN THERE,” Skylar urgently yelled stopping him from going any further. “That room’s restricted. It’s where I keep all my high magic items. But it’s dangerous to non magic users.” “Why?” Logan asked curiously. “Because you don’t understand that magic always has some kind of draw back. Out here, I made sure the items are restricted by money, but in there … if you touched the wrong item it could lead to some extreme adverse effects, even something completely good for you could mean disaster for someone else. No, you must get something from out here. How about this …” “No,” Logan put his foot down. “You said that only people who really wanted something and didn’t believe anymore could come here. Well, I gave up. I wanted to create in my youth, but no one appreciated my ideas, so I settled and got a desk job. But then I got laid off, and now I’ll probably have to get some worse job. My family really needs this. Please, I need something to get me back on track; I need some good luck.” Skylar looked at Logan and affirmed with a hesitate, “Fine. Give me a second to find something appropriate for you.” He then walked into that back room, leaving Logan alone in the shop. After a surprising short time, Skylar returned with a necklace with a glowing gem stone. “Ohh,” Logan admired, “Is that some kind of cool magic amulet.” “No,” Skylar swiftly rebuked, “amulets are bad news, they give you monumental powers that typically feed off some negative thing, in exchange for your soul to a demon I might add. Don’t EVER get one. This is a medallion. A medallion does a specific task as long as you wear it with infinite amount of magic. This one is Hotei’s Lucky Medallion. Hotei is the Shinto god of contentment and happiness. He inspired the creation of this medallion.” “So, you made it?” Logan wondered. “No, that is really all I know. I specialize in wish granting, so I collect magical items either to assure my customer gets his or her wish or to keep powerful luck magic out of the wrong hands. Anyway, all I want in exchange is something you believed, in the past, gave you good luck. That could be a rabbit foot, or even underwear. Nobody buys the used lucky underwear for some odd reason. Oh, also you have to agree to the consequences. If you wear any medallion for too long you will become affected by it, this one will make you absorb the spirit of Hotei. You will gain weight as things go your way as well as becoming more laid back and jolly.” “Wait, so does that mean I’ll be like a god or something?” Logan questioned. “No. Wow, I’m saying no a lot today,” Skylar playful told himself. “I’m not going to get in a theological discussion, but basically spirit refers to their tone or nature, not their actual soul.” “Oh, that doesn’t sound that bad,” Logan rationalized. “I’ll take it.” “Ok, I’m not talking about a few extra pounds, like me.” Skylar smiled, then returned to his warning. “I’m talk like a butt load. You might know Hotei as fat Buddha. You’d at least get that big if you’re not careful. Are you sure you want this?” “Yes, I need some actual good luck,” Logan affirmed. “Fine,” Skylar begrudgingly agreed handing Logan the medallion. “Remember, don’t wear it too long, or you’ll be affected. And return here with your lucky charm.” “Of course,” Logan waved as he left the shop. Smiling, he clutched the medal in his hand. Things were starting to look up. ***** “I’m home,” Logan announced as he entered his home. “Shh,” Melody shushed her husband. “The kids are asleep. You were out for a while, is that a good sign?” “Yes,” Logan smiled, “I got this,” he pulled out the medallion and showed his wife. “Don’t tell me you sold the cow for beans,” Melody joked. “Don’t be silly, this is a medallion. It’ll bring me good luck when I wear it.” Logan paused. “I know that sounds silly when I say that out loud, but it’s real magic. We’ll actually be able to have a bit of good fortune on our side.” Melody looked at her husband with caution. She could tell he was telling the truth, or at least he thought he was. Though skeptical, she decided to believe her husband, or at least play along so he’d have a positive attitude. Logan had been in the dumps since he lost his job; she wasn’t going to be a buss kill on Logan’s positive attitude. “I hope you didn’t have to sell your soul or something like that to get it.” “Ow, that reminds me, where do we keep our old comic books?” Logan asked. “In the attic, and what kind of crazy side effects does this thing have?” Melody wondered. “Oh, this was like fat Budda’s medallion, or something like that, if I use it too much then I’ll get fat and more easy going. But I’ll be careful. And I’m sure even if I gain a few extra pounds, I’ll just go to the gym.” Logan answered. This bit of news perked Melody up. Melody secretly liked big guys; she was a closet fat admirer (FA). She always had a thing for guys with a little extra weight, but she never really knew what to do with those feelings. When she met Logan, she fell in love with the skinny superhero nerd and never really talked about it. Well, once she accidently let it slip that she liked Chris Pratt before he lost all that weight for Star Lord, but she never hinted about it or anything. She had secretly hoped he would have developed a quintessential dadbod, like all her married friend’s husbands were developing but, much to the dismay of her secret desire, Logan stayed thin. However, now that there was a chance that he might gain weight, no matter how ridiculous it was, she became intrigued. Maybe he’d get that dadbod after all. Any normal wife would have made sure their husband would being careful with his new toy, but Melody simply responded with, “yeah.” “Ok, well I’m going to try it out in my den.” Logan walked off, kissing his wife while he made his way over to his office. In his office, Logan put the medallion around his neck. At first, he didn’t feel anything. He thought there’d be some kind of whoosh or something indicating to him that it was working. For a moment, he went into despair and chastised himself for being so gullible. Then when he focused on an idea for a comic he had when he was younger, it seemed that his mind became so much sharper. The idea quickly formed a plot, an arch, complex side characters, and many other elements that make a good superhero comic. He began to plan out the first issue and came up with a unique style to it. He began to draw the first pages and put a little bit of himself into his work. It wasn’t until several pages that he realized that it was fortunate that he could work this fast on the comic. Then it hit him, the medallion worked! Good fortune was shining down on him giving him the clarity to create a fulfilling career for himself in the graphic novel industry, so he continued to work to finish the first comic with renewed enthusiasm. Part way through his process, Melody walked in to check on her husband. He hadn’t gotten any bigger, much to her chagrin, but he did seem a lot more focused than he normally did. “Honey, what are you working on?” “I’ve started on a superhero comic. It’s called …” And Logan went on for a few minutes describing in detail his comic. Melody was legitimately impressed. As a fellow comic buff, she knew what made a good comic, and her husband had certainly created the next good comic strip. “Wow, that sounds cool,” Melody congratulated. “You’ll have to show me when you’re done.” “I think I’ll be done before I head to bed,” Logan said excitedly. “Well, show me in the morning cause I’m,” Melody yawned, “getting tired. I’m heading off to bed. Good night.” “Good night,” Logan repeated as he went back to work. After he finished his draft, he smiled. He felt extremely accomplished. He put the medallion down and went to bed. The next day would hopefully be filled with just as much good luck as this night. ***** The next morning, after he took the kids to elementary school, he embarked on his quest to get his newly created graphic novel published. He called the comic publication in their city with medallion around his neck. Luckily, the secretary seemed to really like him and the higher ups wanted new material associated with their company along with the fact that a spot had just miraculously opened up, allowing Logan to pitch his comic to the company. He was really excited and nervous, but he knew he had luck on his side. He grabbed his draft and made his way over to the building. In the back of his mind, he was nervous that he had been using the medallion for too long. However, the family needed him to get back on his feet. He couldn’t afford to not wear the medallion, literally. He was still the thin man he’d always been, so he brushed those thoughts out of his head as he made his way to the meeting room. Once there, Logan was excited to see a few executive types in the room willing to listen to his pitch. With a combination of his fresh ideas, unique characterizations, fun plot, and witty charm, he won over the executives. “This is really good young man,” the eldest gentleman complimented. “and this is only your first comic?” “Yes, it is, thank you,” Logan politely responded. “Well, I’m not letting you slip from our fingers,” the eldest man grinned. “How would you like to be signed right now?” “What would that entail?” Logan queried. “Well, it would be full time job where you would be working with …” the executive began to give a job description and what a day on the job would be like. Logan liked what he was saying, but when he told him his salary, Logan had to retrain himself from screaming in excitement. It was far more than he was used to and he couldn’t believe that he got the career he always wanted. “.. so what do you say?” the man help out his hand. “Yes I do,” Logan smiled while shaking the man’s hand. Suddenly, he felt an odd rumbling in his stomach. Logan knew what was happening, but did his best to avoid looking down. It happened; he’d overused the medallion and gained weight. He dared not draw attention to it, as not to have his new employer aware that he suddenly gained weight right in front of him. He decided to investigate after he left the meeting and went down stairs in the bathroom. Once in the privacy of the men’s restroom, he looked at the damage. He gained probably about twenty pounds. His stomach softened up and went out some. His chest seemed looser than before. His face lost a little bit of its angularness. He had the foundation of a future love handle on both his sides. He had wider thighs, actually giving him hips. And his butt wasn’t flat anymore, with rounder cheeks. Now Logan had the dadbod. Granted, he definitely was still the smallest of his married friends, but he still had extra pounds. He’d never had extra weight. It felt completely different. Making his way out of the building, Logan couldn’t tell anything changed with the way he walked. Clearly there wasn’t enough weight to change that part of his life. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe he should just relax. Wait, Logan stopped his thought process. That’s the magic making him more laid back. He got to his car and took off the medallion. He’d have to wait a while before he used it again, or he’d gain more weight. ***** Hearing he husband come in the garage, Melody came to meet him. She would’ve asked how it went, but seeing her husband’s softer body, she knew the answer to her own question. That crazy medallion of his actually was magic and Logan finally had the dadbod she’d always wanted him to have. Well, it wasn’t really that big, but it certainly was better than before. She particularly enjoyed the way his small belly pudged out. It was super cute. Of course, she had to be a normal person, so she lead with, “I take it the interview was successful.” “Oh yes, I got the job.” Logan replied, “and the weight to prove it. I should avoid wearing this from now on,” he held the medallion in his hand. “so I don’t get any bigger. Owh, before I forget I need to take that lucky charm to that guy.” As Logan walked to their bedroom, he began to take off his dress shirt. Now, Melody knew Logan was the kind of person that really didn’t take his shirt off too much. So the fact he already took his button up shirt and undershirt before he even reached the bedroom, meant something was changing about her husband. However, do to the fact she could see her husband’s softer stomach, puffy nipples, and emerging love handles, she didn’t really think it was a bad thing. She heard Logan change and then go up to the attic to find his lucky comic book. She wanted to see him get bigger, so the recommended, “Honey, why don’t you wear that magic necklace to see that guy. What if he asks for more, or worse? You need that luck charm so nothing bad happens.” Logan paused, debating that discussion. “Fine,” He replied, “but this is the last time for a while.” He grabbed the medallion and went out the door. Melody couldn’t help but notice how his pants hugged his rear more, and the bottom of his shirt hugged his torso more. She hoped he’d have some more good luck on his errand. ***** Parking near where he spotted Wishful Thinking, Logan exited his car and made his way over there. He felt like wearing the Medallion was a bad idea, but his wife was right. He didn’t know too much about this eccentric wish guy. What if he was slowly getting him to purchase bigger and bigger things until he accidently gave his soul to this guy? He didn’t want that; he liked his soul. He felt like he could trust this guy, but it didn’t hurt to be careful. In route to Wishful Thinking, Logan spotted something green stuck to a bench. On closer inspection, he saw it was a wad of money, a fair amount of money to be in fact, twenty five dollars in total. He cheerfully picked up the free money, since no one was around to claim it. Once the cash was placed in his wallet, he began to feel another odd gurgle in his stomach. Looking down, he knew why. Logan got bigger again. His small pudgy stomach grew out to a small round belly. His sides officially grew love handles that wobbled out. His chest puffed up making them into soft pecs with wide nipples. His arms began to get some weight with a slightly softer build. His thighs bulged out farther with less defined mass. His butt rounded out farther becoming plumper. His face swelled to with slightly larger cheeks and neck fat dangerously close to becoming a double chin. He now had grown to the larger end of the dadbod, putting him a few pounds shy of two hundred. Logan couldn’t believe he ‘d been so careless to grab that money. Now he looked just like all his married friends, with bulging spare tires and fat bubble butts. Not to mention his clothes were now skin tight, showing off his plump figure. Before his clothes were noticeably tight, but now they were ridiculously so; he might as well take his shirt off. The lower part of his belly and love handles skin was exposed anyway. In fact, the fresh air almost felt nice on Logan’s bare skin. He got legitimately tempted to take of his shirt, but before he could give in, he arrived at Wishful Thinking. The bell rung as Logan entered with his comic book in hand. “Hey Skylar, this is my first comic book that I swear made my middle school years so much better. Does that count as a lucky charm?” Skylar drank from a hot glass of tea while playing with his phone. Looking up, Skylar spit out his tea when he saw the larger Logan. “What!? You already got bigger? What did you do write the next great American novel?” “I actually wrote a graphic novel,” Logan pondered, “so sure?” “Logan,” Skylar slid over the counter, “I told you to be careful and now look at you, you look like a dad.” “Well, I am a dad,” Logan smiled, “of twins. One’s Kurt and the other’s Kitty. Melody and I named them after …” “You already getting jolly and easy going. Promise me you’ll take it easy. If you go down any farther then you’ll get addicted. Then they’ll be no turning back.” “You’re right,” Logan sighed. “I just had it to make sure this went well.” “Well,” Skylar paused, “it has actually, and without the help of Hotei’s medallion. I mean, I’ve never gotten a lucky comic book before. This is exciting,” Skylar grinned happily as he took Logan’s lucky comic book. “Well, I’ll be off then,” Logan went to the door. “Remember, be careful,” Skylar warned. “Any more and you’ll be addicted to wearing it. And have a nice life.” As Logan made his way back to his car, he again had the passing thought of taking off his tight shirt. He was careful to not focus on it, for fear he might become more attached to the medallion. So he concentrated on one of his favorite subjects, superheroes. He often would fantasize about a superhero fight to pass time, so he conveniently used this to distract him from the lure of the medallion. However, he got so swept up in a theoretical fight with Wolverine and Mystique; he completely forgot to take of the medallion when he got in the car. With medallion on, he turned on the car and made his way to the school to pick up his kids. He knew he would be early, but a few minutes in the parking lot wouldn’t kill him, especially since he threw in Storm and Saber tooth to make the fight even more interesting. On a short cut through the neighbor hood, Logan noticed a garage sale. Logan loved garage sales, since there was always some treasure available to buy. He’d gotten a few rare comic books at garage sales before. Also, it would kill time before he’d have to pick up his kids. After parking, he walked up to a couple a little older than himself. The wife seemed pretty average, but the husband was very large. Probably above four hundred pounds, he took up all the room that his extra large lawn chair provided. “Welcome,” the woman greeted, “it’s about time we’ve gotten a customer. Business has been really slow for some odd reason.” “You’re clothes look a little tight, how about getting some of my old ones,” the portly man proposed. Looking down, Logan couldn’t believe how tight his clothes had gotten. It was almost embarrassing. “Yea, I probably do.” Logan replied. “Well since we haven’t had anyone looking at that rack, how about you take the whole thing, from size you to my husband, for one hundred dollars? You can keep those bigger clothes in case you’re like my husband and grow to the size of a small blimp.” The wife offered. “I resent that, a lot of men gain weight as they get older.” The obese man protested. “That doesn’t mean you can call be a blimp.” “Gain some weight, not almost three hundred pounds,” the woman retorted. “That is a tad of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” The huge man stood up, making his giant gut jiggle, “and I wouldn’t have gotten this big if your cooking wasn’t so damn good!” “Well if you hadn’t grown such a cute fat tushie then I wouldn’t have made it so damn good!” “OH, so we go back to my cute fat tushie, well …” Logan had zoned out from the couple’s weird banter some around one hundred dollars. He couldn’t believe it. That was an incredibly cheap new wardrobe and if he got any bigger from that medallion, then he could easily go up a size. On top of that, the clothes he could see fit his style perfectly and had a good mix of casual and formal attire. This was a deal he could not simply pass up. “Guys,” Logan almost had to shout to get the couple to focus back on their potential customer, “I’ll take it.” “Yes, I mean, pleasure doing business with you,” the woman held her hand out to Logan who quickly took her hand and firmly shook it. Once they let go, Logan’s tummy audibly gurgled; he knew what that meant. His body thickened all over with fat. Now he drifted off from dadbod to chubby with a rounder belly, plumper love handles, softer arms, droopier pecs, bigger thighs, and larger butt. His clothes finally gave up their fruitless fight and started to unravel. His shirt ripped on the sides and on the sleeves as well as ride further up his belly, showing off his wider belly button. His jeans not only popped open, but several of the seams exposed his pliable skin. The elastic in his under wear even broke causing it to sag down his plump hips some. Despite this display, the couple barely even reacted. “How about my husband shows you the bathroom, so you can change into something more presentable, while I start to load up your car?” “Sounds good,” Logan awkwardly smiled as he grabbed similar, yet larger, outfit to what he had on now and followed the large man into their house. Despite his pants restricting his movement, it was very easy to follow him. Not only was he slow, but he had a very large butt which made him easy to spot in front of him. He politely opened the door for Logan, had waited outside form him to finish. Logan felt very fortunate that the couple behaved so calm when he burst out of his clothes. Most people didn’t react or notice he just gotten larger in front of them, lucky for him. Logan wondered how that cou … oh wait, the medallion, duh. Looking at the full length mirror in the bathroom, Logan could get a good look at his larger form. He looked like such a fatty with his new plump frame bulging out of his small clothes. He was starting to get soft all over, but the worst part, for him at least, was the slight overhang he was getting and his double chin. He took of the tatter that was once his clothes and put on the new one. With his bare stomach exposed to the warm air, he cupped it and shook it. For some odd reason it felt nice, but he could really use a belly rub for some random reason. He shook his head; why would he want that? He grabbed the new clothes he picked out. He hadn’t spent too much time focused on the size he picked out, and at first he got worried it might have been too big. Holding it up, the T-shirt and cargo pants looked so much bigger than what he was used to. However, once he changed into them, they fit very well on his larger frame. Logan emerged with his old clothes in hand. “Wow, they fit very well. I’m glad my old wardrobe could go to a good cause.” The obese man complimented. “Yeah, thanks,” Logan politely replied, though he wished his old clothes still fit. He couldn’t believe he let this whole medallion business get so out of hand. “Don’t worry,” the large man led him out of his house. “If you’re anything like me, in about thirty more pounds, you won’t really care anymore that you’re fat. You’ll even let it all hang out there at the beach.” “Um,” Logan didn’t know how to respond to that. “It’s ok. Denial is the first step to acceptance, but once a fatty,” he patted his giant rear, “always a fatty.” Now Logan just simply kept his mouth closed, but as he walked to the front on the house, he looked down to see his belly wobble and the edges of his shoes. He could at least see his feet. Hopefully if he was careful, the medallion wouldn’t affect him much more, otherwise he might end up like this morbidly obese man. ***** “Mommy, mommy,” Kitty ran up to Melody. “What is it, Kitty?” Melody put her cooking utensil down and looked at her daughter. “Daddy’s bigger,” Kitty bluntly observed. “Yea, Daddy’s almost as big as Scott’s daddy,” Kurt added, who was right behind his twin sister. Looking up, she could see what her children meant. Logan was downright chubby now. She loved how his belly wobbled as he walked in, the way his nipples could be seen poking his shirt, his softer arms against his sides, and the way his clothes fit on his ample frame. Wait, how did he get fitting clothes? “Hey dear,” Logan smiled; Melody just loved the way it changed with his chubbier cheeks. “I guess the kids ruined the surprise, the medallion got to me, twice. Oh, and sorry we’re late, had to run by the store for underwear.” “Eww,” the twins gawked in unison. “It’s ok,” Melody assured her husband. “What’s a medallion?”  Kurt innocently asked. “It’s a magic necklace gift that gives me luck,” Logan explained, “it got me that new job, but it also gave me this tummy.” Logan shook his belly, making his children giggle, though Melody had a different reaction to her husband’s new tummy. “Now let’s let mommy have the kitchen to herself to make us a nice supper.” The twins cheerfully scampered off to their rooms while Logan lazily walked away from the kitchen. Before he could leave, Melody stopped him with, “where did you get those new clothes?” “Right,” Logan remembered, “I should probably bring those in. I got a bunch of nice cheap clothes at a garage sale; it’ll be nice to have a wardrobe more appropriate to this new size as I try to work it off. ” Logan changed directions and went back to the garage. “Wait,” Melody interrupted his walk, “could you grab me the grated cheese from the fridge while you’re over there.” “Sure,” Logan responded as he opened the refrigerator door. Melody technically didn’t need the grated cheese yet, but she knew it was in the bottom drawer, which meant Logan would have to bend down and get them. She watched as her husband bent down to grab the grated cheese, allowing her a good view of his backside. She just love the way his ample rear stuck out, but mainly his love handles. Those plump suckers were just irresistible to Melody as she bite her lip in response. She knew though he’d look so much more irresistible with more weight. ***** The medallion felt cold on his fleshy skin underneath his work shirt.  He couldn’t believe he’d accidentally left it on all last night, lucky having nothing lucky happen to him during that time. He could believe he put it on for his first day of work though. He knew he needed to have a good first impression and the medallion was the only way to insure that. After that though, he’d retire the magic object for a while. When he made it to his floor, the secretary gave him a quick tour of the floor. The floor where he got positioned was where the website crew worked. Most were web designers to work on formatting what the writers and executives wished to put, but a few other comic writers like what he’d be doing. They were excited to have a fresh face at the office and Logan was happy to be that fresh face. Once the tour was over, the secretary showed Logan to his office. It was a fairly large office with a nice view. He felt very lucky to be working with such good people and that they’d treat a new employee so nicely with an office with a view. This, of course, brought on another gurgle as Logan swelled out. His belly grew rounder and more prominent on his frame. His soft pecs officially turned into small moobs sagging downward. His love handles surged outward. His arms softened up more. His thighs plumped up further, causing them to officially rub against each other as he walked. His rump widened out behind him. A stranger would still call Logan chubby, but he certainly was now on the heavy end of chubby. His clothes now fit tighter, showing off his plumper form better. Logan barely reacted to his growth. He’d gotten used to the feeling of swelling out due to the medallion and didn’t think too much of it, focused more on his first day on the job. Though, he did look down to see if he could still see his feet. Just barely, he could spot the tips of his shoes. To him, he’d be officially fat when he could no longer see them. Though, he failed to notice he had stuck his head out further than one should for an accurate test. After decorating his office, he got together with some of the fellow web designers to work on putting up his comic on the web page. They worked very efficiently and were able to finish in a swift amount of time. Once done, it didn’t take too long for the views of his new comic to spike. His pilot comic was becoming popular fast. His co-workers congratulated him and were excited as he was. Their website had been stale as of the last few months, but Logan’s comic brought the highest views in over four months. Logan was proud of this accomplishment on the first day on the job. Wrapped so much in the celebrating, he didn’t even notice as he grew out some more. Going from chubby to downright fat, Logan’s belly, chest, love handles,  arms, legs, butt, and neck grew out to softer, plumper, fatter, and wider proportions than before. His clothes now fit very tightly on his frame and a button even got undone due to his larger belly, exposing the slightest sliver of bare skin. Yet the man contently celebrated with his new co-workers happy as ever. ***** The clanging of dishes could be heard as Logan placed a rinsed off dish in the dish washer. Melody and Logan traded chores around as a labor of love to each other, but as Melody watch her tubby hubby cleaning a particularly stubborn stain from a pan, she couldn’t help but especially enjoy him working. As he intently scrubbed away, his body, but especially his arms, jiggled due to his quick, short movements. She was so glad Logan got bigger at his first day at work. A final clank could be heard as he put that final pan in the dishwasher and turned it on. Before he finished though, he noticed a spice that Melody ‘forgot’ to put away. The loving husband simply put the spice away in the cabinet, which faced away from wear Melody sat. This meant, as Logan reach high in the shelf to put the spice away, the bottom of his belly got exposed due to the motion. Melody’s heart melted when she saw the bottom part of his belly. It had a nice overhang now and belly lopes along with it. “I’m done with the dishes honey,” Logan announced to Melody, who was glad he didn’t notice that his wife had been watching him put the dirty dishes away creepily. “I think I’m going to the gym now. Gotta start to try and work some of this off. I just noticed I can’t see my feet anymore.” Oh my gosh, Melody thought, he can’t say those two sentences back to back. It was like someone telling a child about an animal that eats small mouse, only to be shown that that animal is the cutest kitty ever. She couldn’t let her husband go to the gym, that fat belly was just too much eye candy to give up so easily. Emerging in a tank top and gym shorts, Logan walked up to his distracted wife and added, “don’t worry, I’m wearing my medallion. Hopefully I’ll luckily lose some weight with its power.” “Of course,” Melody said happily, “have fun,” she hugged him. He felt so soft and swishy, like a big stuffed animal. She waved him off as he walked to the nearby gym that was only about a mile or so away. She secretly hoped that somehow the medallion would work in reverse and make him ever fatter. She couldn’t wait to see him stroll back in the house bigger and sexier than ever. ***** Arriving at the neighborhood gym, Logan decided to weigh himself before he began to work out. He wanted to know just how much he weighed. At the scale, the number fluctuated until it hit a grand total of 263 pounds. Wow, Logan thought it would have been more than that. He supposed he should be thankful that he only had that much. He had been using the medallion a lot lately, it was a wonder he wasn’t as big as that guy at the garage sale. As Logan walked to a treadmill, he felt his body wobble some as he moved. He couldn’t believe he let himself get this flabby. But he finally made his way to the gym, so hopefully some hard work, and with some luck, would set him on the right track. With the pressing of a few buttons, Logan was on the track. With some cardio and some weight training, he’d get a good workout in. After a few minutes, Logan was surprised to find he didn’t really feel that tired. In fact, he almost was having an easier time towards the end of the cardio. What Logan didn’t realize a subtle feeling of swelling had emerged from his luckily easy treadmill jog. His belly, chest and arms were subtly expanding time passed on the treadmill. However, his legs, especially in his butt and calves, were more noticeably packing on weight due to the leg workout he was having. He step off the treadmill after a hard, yet good, cardio exercise a slightly larger man. A similar occurrence happened as he did some arm and chest exercises. A similar subtle swelling occurred, this time focusing on what muscle group he worked on. After completing a long and efficient workout, Logan walked to the locker with a heavier and more confident stride. He felt accomplished for working out so hard and in high spirits for a reason unknown to him, even though it was the medallion working its magic. On the way to the locker room, Logan caught glimpse of his plumper physique and was shocked. How could he have gotten bigger, he’d just been working out for last hour? Then he remembered the medallion around his neck. He guessed his theory that his working out would overpower the medallion went out the window. He went to the scale to check his new weight, 298 pounds. Well that’s good, Logan positively told himself, at least you don’t weigh three hundred yet. He looked down at his belly and patted it. It certainly got firmer and rounder than before and was now the focal point of his fat body. He almost liked how big he’d gotten. Since he worked out, the medallion made his fat less loose and more firm. His whole body seemed more youthful and less saggy. His shoulder got wider and his arms looked a little more beefy and his chest gotten more muscular looking, even though he still technically had moobs that sagged on top his belly. His legs improved too, with a nice large bubble butt, thick thighs, and large calves. Overall, even though he was much fatter, Logan like how the fat looked on him better than before and lumbered confidently out of the gym. Outside of the gym, he felt the cool breeze hit his sweaty underbelly. He realized his tank top had gotten a little tight and his body was sweaty all over. He instinctually took off his shirt and hung it around his thick shoulders to cool off. He liked how the cool evening breeze hit his bare skin, even though when he was thinner he’d never even consider taking his shirt off in public like that. He felt his large round belly sway as he walked back to his house. On the way there, a jogger ran past him. Logan smiled and waved at the stranger. The stranger, who seemed like a very outgoing kind of guy, stopped and greeted the friendly big guy. The two started this and that. Somehow, Logan’s big belly became the focal point of the conversation. The jogger complimented him on how well he pulled the big guy look and joked that he couldn’t. At this point, Logan simply offered to the man to touch his belly. At first, the stranger seemed skeptical, but Logan’s friendliness eventually put him at ease. The stranger put his hands on the fattened midsection much like someone would touch a pregnant woman’s belly bump. The stranger felt an odd gust of energy while he rubbed Logan mysterious and interesting stomach dome. He brushed that off as he decided to continue his jog. The two parted ways as Logan began to make his way back to his house. He was happy he met a new face and glad he apparently pulled off being a big guy. ***** Part way into his work day, Logan got called up to the top floor by the higher ups. He might have been worried, if he hadn’t been wearing the medallion, but he decided to just wear it anyway. He supposed he didn’t really need too much luck, but it just felt right around his neck and he couldn’t be too careful. Logan just liked how it felt in between his fleshy moobs. He was already getting up there in weight, so what were a few more pounds in exchange for something wonderful and lucky to occur. His attitude paid off because the executives wanted to congratulate him on being the top grossing comic strip that the company ever had. They wanted him to work on a new project to capitalize on this popularity by creating a flash game based off the superhero in his comic. The best part was since they knew his wife was a programmer; they wanted to contract her to work with him on the project. They figured this might make the end result a unique and popular success. Logan eagerly accepted and shook the executive’s hands at the end of the meeting. This meant he once again began expanding due to this lucky event. Logan almost enjoyed it as his belly became a larger, rounder, and firmer dome attached to his midsection. He liked the way it felt when his love handles thickened wider on his back. He found pleasure in how his moobs plumped forwards on his belly. He smiled when his butt bulged out behind him. He enjoyed how his thighs thickened out further, rubbing more against each other. He liked how his arms softened out more. He could tell his face got plumper and liked it. He passed the three hundred mark and became happier for it. He got his dream project, working on a superhero concept with his wife. What were a few pounds to that glorious event? ***** Logan was currently starring at his obese frame in the master bathroom attached to the master bedroom. He prodded each roll on his thick visage. Melody greatly enjoyed seeing her husband examine his large circumference, but could tell he was missing something. She walked up behind him, put her hands under his, and began to prod along with her husband. “What are you doing?” Logan asked. “Oh, you just made it look so fun, so I’d thought I’d join you,” she answered flirtatiously. “Don’t joke like that this serious, I let the magic affect me too much. Now I’m over three hundred pounds and I’m actually enjoying it now,” Logan protested. “How could I have done this to you? I’m not the thin handsome man you married.” “Logan,” Melody began. “I married you, not because you were skinny or because you were handsome, but because I love you. I love your interests, especially in comics, I love your strong nature, and I love your willingness to sacrifice for this family. You only got bigger, so what, I still love you for you, belly and all.” “But,” Logan continued, “This belly is really big, I’ll probably never be able to go back to that thin guy I once was. Can you live with that?” “Yes. Would you like to hear a secret?” Melody playful whispered in Logan’s ear, “I think your belly is super sexy. I love your fat body, it’s so squishy and cuddable I want to play with it all the time.” Melody began rubbing his belly. “how about you join me in the bedroom where I can prove it?” Melody made her way into the bedroom, then watched her large sexy husband join her. She noticed he had the Medallion on and hoped this counted as getting lucky. Then she’d have even more of a husband to love. ***** Pushing the grocery cart forward, Logan’s mind began pondering about his new girth. He grew bigger since the previous night, that romantic lucky night with his wonderful wife who somehow found being this large handsome. But who was he kidding; he’d given into the fat several fortunate circumstances ago. Now he was just larger now and had a better acceptance of it. It was fun being large; it made Logan feel happy and comfortable. He was a fatty now; there was no going back, a fatty with a large round belly with an overhang that covered a good portion of his groin and currently brushed up against the hand rail of his cart, a man with moobs that rivals most girl’s boobs, a big guy with love handles wide and plump, a chub with big strong arms that sagged some with its fatty tissue, a man who’s butt was large, round and supported, a person with thunderous thighs of fat goodness, and a fatty with a large double chin. Logan had become the token fat friend of big guys. As Logan made his way through the grocery store, he ran into the jogger from the other night. “Hey, um, jogger. Sorry I don’t know your actual name,” Logan greeted. “and I’m Logan by the way.” “Hey big guy,” he smiled, “I’m Shawn. Wow, you got even bigger. Anyway, I was hoping to bump into you again. I wanted to thank you for the other night.” “Why, all we did was talk,” Logan pointed out. “Well, that and I rubbed that big belly of yours,” Shawn corrected. “You see, I was going through a rough time, debt was piling up, and that walk was suppose to clear my head. But then I ran into you and rubbed that belly of yours. Then I stumbled across this lottery ticket. I looked it up when I got home and won! I’m a millionaire Logan! And it’s all because of that gut of yours.” “I don’t see how those correlate,” Logan thought as he put his hands on his belly. “Dude I’m telling you that gut of yours is lucky. Anyway peace out, gotta run some more errands before supper, laters,” Shawn walked off. Rubbing his belly, Logan latched on to one of the words he said, lucky. His gut was now lucky. If someone rubbed his giant belly, they would get lucky from the Medallion’s magic. He smiled, now his belly could help those around him too; how much better could this get? Once Logan got out of the grocery store and started to pack the food in the car, he heard a scream behind him. Turning around, his bulky body stopped a moving cart that happened to have a baby in the seat. Looking at the woman who screamed, she stopped in relief that the baby was saved. Then a car zoomed in front of her at that split second. Not only had Logan saved a baby from potentially rolling into a hostile situation, but he saved the mother from running into traffic and hitting a car. The mother thanked him profusely, of course. Before he had time to slip away, the news arrived and made a little news reel with it. All Logan said was a simple statement that he saved the baby with his big belly. By the time he got home though, that live recording went viral and already had an auto-tuned song of it. This also greatly increased his comic’s views due to the positive publicity. Logan couldn’t believe how luck that situation was for everyone involved. Suddenly, Logan felt a stirring in his big belly. He looked down and saw his body bugling outward to an even fatter state. He savored this feel, as something in him knew it was the final growth. He concentrated as his belly bulged into massive proportions, as his moobs plopped forward with more grandeur, as his arms sagged downward, as his love handles widened even further, as his butt grew to be immense, as his thighs thickened outward, as his wrists, ankles and neck became buried in fat, and as his cheeks fattened larger. He past four hundred pounds and knew the medallion had finished its job. He no longer needed it; he’d absorbed enough magic where he knew he’d be lucky for the rest of his life. Not only that, but with the permanence of the magic, he’d never be able to work of this extra weight, even if he wanted to. He was now a massively fat man, and loved it. ***** The TV showed a nice sitcom as a shirtless Logan sat and watched a humorous episode. He’d been doing that lately now, now that he was massive. He enjoyed his girth and enjoyed how the open air was against his bare skin. Melody, of course, enjoyed it as well. She was cuddled up next to him, playing with one of his back rolls in her hands. They’re lives had never been better. Their first flash game was a smashing success, and now they were currently working on a second based on Logan’s second comic which, once again, was a big hit. Logan had put away the Medallion for a rainy day; he might give it to someone who needed more good luck than what they could get when they rubbed his belly. He’d had a few other close friends rub his belly, mainly Melody did, but none of them got any bigger. Not that Logan minded, it just meant more for himself, even though that’s not how it worked. But Logan’s life still continued to be lucky. Even without the medallion, good things continued to occur. He didn’t get any bigger, but he still appreciated those positive events. He also enjoyed the little moments too, like watching TV with his lovely wife. “Hey, big guy,” Melody began rubbing Logan’s belly large surface area. “Yea,” Logan smiled; he liked being called big guy. “Do you want to know something lucky?” Melody whispered. “Sure,” Logan grinned wider; he also really liked that word. “I’m pregnant,” Melody announced. Logan gasped in joy; he could believe how lucky his life had gotten.

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[waight-gain]

Leon Kennedy

[uyuiuyui2]

It was common knowledge at the university that you never stay at one of the parties held at the linemen house past 1AM. Once the big guys were on their 7th or 8th drink of the night things tended to get.... weird. They'd order a monster load of pizzas and most would crash on the couch inhaling them. A few would try to dance a bit more - stumbling against each other and nuzzling against the nearest shoulder. If you weren't a member of the team, it was best to try and find an afterparty elsewhere, unless you wanted to entertain a sweaty fat guy for a few hours.

[uyuiuyui2]

One of my latest interests has been creating some fake early 2000s films - an alternate reality blockbuster franchise that gets churned out every summer to decent reception and results in endless brand advertising deals. A basic summary of "The Big Bulk" is that an exasperated college football coach tired of losing goes undercover to infiltrate their main rivals and trick the players into gaining weight. As he hangs out with the guys especially at meal times, however, he starts to pack on some pounds himself. How long can he keep up the charade, and as he gets to know the guys does he find his loyalties shifting?

[uyuiuyui2]

Lenny's first step into Fraternity Leadership as an upstart Sophomore was being elected to the office of Historian. It was a minor role for sure, but he planned to show off his strong work ethic and skills by finally organizing the boxes upon boxes of old photos stashed in the attic into coherent yearbooks in time for the upcoming alumni reunion. Lenny thought it would be inspiring to show the brothers through the years, and provide an example for his current classmates.

As he dove into boxes, he found it more difficult than he'd expected to match up photos of brothers from their first year in the fraternity with their graduation. It wasn't until he noticed small initials penned on the back of each photo with a year that he was able to understand why - each of these strong, fit men had gained easily 60 pounds or more during their college years!

Like a horrifying puzzle, he kept matching up the photos of young muscular football players, wrestlers, and ROTC dropouts with shots of absolutely blimps stuffing their face with cake and champagne. Dutifully, Lenny prepared the albums with each before and after neatly labelled with each brother's name and active years (and snarkily considered estimating weights, though quickly dispensed with that). As he glued down picture after picture, he realized this project would be far less flattering to the fraternity's record than he'd hoped, and unlikely to win the praise of senior leadership he'd need to move up the ranks.

Over the several weeks that it took to put the 23 yearbooks together, Lenny started to notice more and more about his current class of brothers. What he'd put off as just the freshman 15 or winter weight before started to seem more like a pattern. It was a little odd that all the juniors and seniors were so heavy, and some of his classmates were getting more than a little chubby themselves. What he'd thought of as just individual weight gain started to seem more like a systemic curse spanning decades at the fraternity. Lenny suddenly realized his own jeans had been getting a little tight lately.

Putting the finishing touches on the photo albums, he realized he was morbidly curious what each of these alumni would look like now, years later.

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Story Index

The bakery

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

The Roomate

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

The Star Player

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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The Supreme Court's decision at the end of June came as a surprise - overturning a number of state laws and legalizing nationwide the controversial new betting technology that allowed one to pay a flat rate in order to bet in pounds of fat rather than dollars. Within a week, an advertisement campaign was launched across the country for various competing betting apps, each offering questionable terms.

The men who lucked out due to the technology were quick to crow about it and post comparison photos on Instagram, Facebook and TikTok, but the less fortunate seemed to quickly recede from their social media platforms. For many, Thanksgiving was the first time that they had to lumber into homes and show just how much weight they'd gained in a matter of months.

"Jesus - did you see cousin Jake?" "Oh, I know - Aunt Beth's gonna kill him. She had no idea he had gotten that big and there's no way he'll fit at the table now. We're lucky the couch can hold him."

"He said he's actually got another bet going right now - he's practically glued to the tv checking the score. Swears it's his last one - he brought an extra set of his skinny clothes in case he wins." "And what is he supposed to wear if he loses?"

The rest of the uncles and cousins joined him in the living room while the women prepped dinner. The stakes of the game felt that much higher. For nearly half an hour, Jake's team seemed like they'd win by a mile. The relief in the air was palpable - men were cracking beers and jokes.

"See! That's how a Thompson man does it - high risk, high reward! Can't let a few setbacks get you down, you gotta keep pushing forward."

"Eat up, big guy - once that weight comes off you're gonna be stuck eating salads and chicken to maintain those abs. Might as well enjoy one last Thanksgiving as a fatboy!"

Suddenly though, the mood changed. There were unlucky fumbles, and the opposing team was making a brutal comeback. A few of the more mature uncles excused themselves, while the drunk cousins continued to cruelly laugh, delighted either way by the game's outcome. One Uncle caught Jake's ear as he lumbered towards the bathroom - "Now listen, son, the quick way isn't always the right way. At some point you gotta stop digging that hole you're in. Start hitting the gym, fixing up your diet. I don't want to see you even bigger at Easter."

As the game drew to a close and more weight piled on, Aunt debra called out from the kitchen "For God's sake - would someone take his phone? He's trying to place another bet!"

[uyuiuyui2]

A monthly feature of the local paper was dedicated to checking in on the guys who'd ruled the college football team - where were they now? It had started as a well-intentioned feel good fluff piece, but quickly devolved into a competition to see which muckraking reporter could find the most shocking fall from grace.

I don't understand why Dall E loves the number 35 (or 3S?) either - a mystery for the ages.

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Super Hero Revenge

Adam was a fascinating character. For one, he had an interest in men; particularly big men. Men that weight 300 lbs. Now, while this is all well and good, Adam also had another secret. He was a skilled investigator. He used his 180 lb muscular and well-trained physique to solve crimes for Phantom City. He didn’t have special powers or a genetic mutation; he was just a well-versed knowledgeable person. He used his skills to take down some of Phantom city’s most nefarious criminal masterminds. Jonny the Club was a notorious gangster who was relentless in his drug trafficking, and who had several justice department people in his back pocket. Then there was Lenny the Viper, who was slick and sneaky. He was apprehended in a ring of assassination attempts on specific city leaders who were trying to take him down, and their witnesses. All these minds that are now behind bars have Adam to thank for it. Adam was informed of some terrible news, that his catches were being released on a technicality in the law that their rights were violated, which led to evidence not being permissible in court. The masterminds were released, and they went to work for one purpose: Revenge! How could they get revenge? Well, they need to find out a weakness they could exploit. A sneaky operative of Lenny was successful in planting a surveillance device in Adam’s house, in every room, so they could monitor him. They were watching him when they discovered that he was gay, and that he loved to meet with fat people and have nights of passion with them, admiring their girth and soft fat that always was wrapped around their belly. He loved the feel, the control he had, and the body difference….feeling someone 2-3 times his size under him made him SO hot. The mastermind criminal pair formulated this heinous plan to knock out their enemy and get revenge all at once. They intend to ruin him from the inside out. Lenny the viper was well equipped with several facilities that were lab oriented throughout the city. He did R and D on several ideas to expand his network of information and particularly blackmail. He took one of his henchman, a guy named Alexander, and informed him of what was going to happen. He was going to gain weight to an unreal proportion. Now Alexander wasn’t a big guy, probably about 170 lbs or so. He was taken to the lab, and kept immobile, and forced to eat every day. Each day, the results showed more and more on his waist line. He was restrained to a metal chair, where machines would force food into his gut, and his body would try to use it all, but ended up storing it in his expanding gut. At first, he had only a few extra lbs, barely noticeable. But each day, that few extra pounds began to pooch over his waist line. His lovehandles got bigger, his bellybutton deeper, his chest and nipples bigger and flabbier, and his sides growing chubbier and bigger. His thighs expanded so they rubbed together, his cheeks, both face and butt, grew rounder and pudgier. For 6 months this man was forced to gain 140 lbs, to an end weight of 310 lbs of pure body fat. He realized that his weight was hard to carry on him, but, the money he was being paid for this would allow him to retire, so he agreed to it. Lenny and his scientists gave Alexander a device that he would use to ruin the physique of Adam, when he was able to get in the sack with him. It was a fat exchange device, that, when used on a part of the body that had easy-access blood vessels, that the fat of one person could be moved to another. Now, also, to make this unnoticeable to Adam, the device was fitted as a cock vibrator. This allowed Alexander, who by the way was gay as well, to slowly, with each encounter he experienced with Adam, to transfer some of his massive physique to Adam without he being aware. It also had a toxin that would destroy his very active metabolic rate, so that when he ate, no matter how much he exercised, very few calories and carbohydrates would be used for the activity. Alexander went to work watching Adam’s routine. He made sure that he would be able to catch Adam “accidently” so that the two would encounter each other. From there, he would turn on his natural charm, and behave in a way that would sweep our detective Adam off his feet. The plan was put into motion after a few weeks of observation of his routine. Every day, Adam would get an Americano from the local café, which is where Alexander decided to make his move. He saw Adam approach the line, and he decided to get in line behind him. Now Adam, being shocked by this amazing looking man (by his standards) scooting in behind him. Being mildly flustered, he spoke to Alex, stating how nice the day was. “It is, isn’t it?” Alex responded promptly. The two exchanged small talk til they reached the front of the line. There, Adam offered to purchase Alex his coffee for him…and he didn’t say no at all. So, Alex ordered a triple shot carmel mocha with half-n’ half instead of milk, because it was way creamier that way. Adam, looking back, just swallowed in an obvious look of shock and awe. The two sat outside and conversed further, where Adam offered Alex a lunch and day of socializing at his house. Alex accepted and rode with his new “friend” up to the secluded house nestled in a wood clearing about ½ a mile off the main highway. There, as soon as the threshold was crossed, Adam grabbed the belly that was behind him, and was hypnotized by its softness and girth and its texture, for it was very soft and a touch hairy. Alex, mentally gleeful that this was working so perfectly , decided to reciprocate by feeling Adam’s hard abs and solid chest. There, they wandered back into the bedroom, where Alex took charge of the energy and laid Adam on his back, and offered to sit next to him, letting his fat rest on his lover. Adam….rose…to the occasion let’s say. And so it began. Alex, feeling he had a good control of the situation, took his device out of his pocket, and turned it on, which sounded like a light hummm. He placed his hand with the vibrating device on his lover’s hard cock, and began to pleasure it, while flopping his fat all over Adam’s body. This sent Adam into ecstacy, as he felt a vibration and a hand motion, as well as an odd sucking motion too. The device was slowly transferring fat into Adam’s body while extracting Adam’s metabolic processes. This had the effect of tiring Adam out, to where, after an explosive orgasam thanks to the skillful hand of Alex, he drifted off to sleep in exhaustion. There, Alex had free reign to keep rubbing that area while the exhaustive processes of the device kept him sleeping. For four hours, the device was on his cock, keeping it hard and erect, even after cumming, and draining his strong metabolism while replacing it with an endless supply of fat. The next day, Adam awoke from his intense experience, and went to freshen up in his restroom, when he noticed that he was a bit less defined. There was an obvious change in his chest, as it was looking smoother and less rippling. “No matter.” He thought to himself, “I’ll just work a bit extra to get it off me.” Day after day, Adam and Alex met up at the coffee shop, where Adam bought Alex coffee, and they conversed, and then they went to Adam’s, where they pleasured each other again. Day after day, the device was used without Adam’s knowledge. He didn’t think much of it really, because he was lost in his own lust, his own pleasureable stimulation. Also, he was lost in the seductive power of his obese lover. Who, by some luck, began to lose weight. It was mild at first, 5 lbs here, 5 lbs there…hardly noticeable. It wasn’t until the two were seeing each other for a whole month, which Adam, looking at himself in the mirror, realized that his physique had totally changed on him. He weighted himself, where he now sat at 210 lbs. He began noticing mobs on his chest, a small pair of lovehandles growing, and his bellybutton had deepened. His six- pack was melting away, and no matter how much he worked out, he was unable to lose the new weight he’d been acquiring. Also, Alex, now was beginning to show that he was losing weight. He had dropped to 280, and was continuing to lose. One night, the two met at their usual spot, and Alex made an observation, that Adam was looking a bit bigger. Adam, feeling insecure about his new weight, asked that they drop the subject. This was when Alex, feeling that the cloak and dagger games were about needing to end, he went back to Adam’s Place as normal, and when Adam passed out from the exhaustive stimulation of the metabolic swapper device, Alex took his fattening partner from his home as he lay passed out and exhausted. When Adam woke up, he was restrained, up right in a white and chrome lab. He saw, when he looked around, only Alex, who was in front of him, letting his fat rest on his victim’s cock. This was too much for Adam, and he was both aroused and scared. “Alex, what’s going on?” “Its called: Revenge, my love.” And on that cue, Alex seized Adam’s hardening cock, and turned the device up to maximum. Adam, felt something very different this time. The blood was forced to flow to his cock so fast, that even though it was unpleasant, his cock was trapped in a state of arousal and stayed stiff and thick. The device drained its victim’s metabolism, keeping him exhausted and horny and scared all at once. He felt his strength being drained, and felt something new…a roll of fat began to grow on his underbelly, and began to spread like a malignant plague on his body. He felt his tits grow softer, his bellybutton grow deeper, his sides get bigger and pudgier. He could nothing to stop himself from being hard, but all his strength was gone, and he was helpless to stop the frightening transformation. As this was happening to Adam, he saw with disbelief his tormentor growing less fat. Every minute Alex held his cock in his hand, he noticed that his form began to grow firmer, fit, and muscular. “Thank you for this, Adam.” He sneered in triumph. “But why!?!” Adam cried in disbelief. “Why it’s revenge, my clever boy.” Said a very familiar voice “Lenny!! But how….” “A miracle of modern science, my boy…I’ve taken more than your dignity, I’ve taken your physique. You’re trapped in a fat man’s body, unable to barely move now, and no longer a threat to me.” Adam, feeling very depressed at himself and at what he’s become, was unsure for the first time in his life, about what to do.

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nothing hotter than a dude who gets fat and enjoys showing it off

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Tell Me When

I didn’t need a roommate, not by any means.  I could support myself.  And I liked living alone.  But, he did ask very nicely, and if I was honest with myself, he was a handsome guy.  I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing more of him.  It couldn’t be too bad, right?  And if it ended up being a disaster, I could always just tell him he needed to find another place to live.  Oh, hell, sure, I’ll call him up and tell him he can stay. “How’s it going, Brian?  Here, let me help you with your luggage.”  I went to shake his hand, but he went for a hug, so I hugged him back, enjoying the feel of his tight muscles squeezing my body.  He was roughly my height, about 5'10", but his frame was a bit smaller and leaner than mine. “Thanks, Glenn.  And thanks again for letting me stay here.  I promise I’ll pay my rent on time.  I won’t be too noisy, and I’ll always get permission when I want to have friends over.  I’ll be a good roommate.”  Ok, so I’m a sucker for deep, rich male voices, and that’s exactly what he had.  He was clean shaven, but everything else about him just screamed “man”.  I was glad I only had a semi-hard, so he probably wouldn’t notice it. After we got all his stuff moved in (God, did he have a lot of shit), I went and got dinner out of the oven.  It wasn’t part of the agreement, but I just like cooking so much, so I offered to provide some meals for him.  Today was going to be lasagna, my favorite meal to cook.  Sure, it takes a long time, but it’s fun.  "Eat up!“ I say, as I set the table. He hesitates, even after I tell him to help himself, so I just dish his plate for him.  It may have been an extra-large scoop, but I figure he burns a lot of calories at the gym anyway, so he needs it.  "Wow, this actually pretty good.” came the compliment.  I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered at the compliment or offended at the surprise.  Either way, I was glad he was enjoying it. “Plenty more where that came from” I replied.  And he wasn’t shy at all to help himself with seconds.  It was when he was halfway through with his second plate that I realized I had a full hard-on just from watching him eat.  Better not stand up anytime soon. We finished dinner, then went to the front room and started watching TV.  He wanted to watch one of those sports where they throw the ball around or kick it or something.  Whatever.  Maybe I’ll watch and learn the rules so I can figure out how to talk to straight guys.  "Hey, man, you got anything to snack on?“ Brian asked me.  How can he be hungry again?  He had three helpings of the lasagna.  I guess young gym bunnies need to eat a lot more than I do. “Sure, there’s some chips and guacamole, if you want.” Again, seeing that he seemed a bit nervous at first (I hope he gets over that soon), I went and grabbed it myself and brought it to him.  I’m sitting there, trying to figure out why all the players are clumped up in a group all chatting with each other, asking questions about what the difference is between a field goal and a touchdown when I hear him burp and say “That was nice.”  I look over and am completely shocked to see he’d eaten the entire bag.  And all the dip too. “You keep eating at that rate, and I’ll have to go grocery shopping more often.” I chuckle, as I see him rub his belly. “No way, man.  I gotta keep this hot bod.  I’m just hungry from all the moving today.  Don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you out of house and home.”  I’m embarrassed as I catch myself thinking “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”  Shaking my head, I decide it’s time for me to turn in.  Before I get any more aroused. “Don’t stay up too late, man.  I’m off to bed.  Help yourself to whatever you need.” I’m a light sleeper.  I wake up in the middle of the night to a noise downstairs.  Temporarily forgetting about Brian, I grab my baseball bat and head down, worried it’s a burglar.  When I get downstairs, I see the kitchen light on and Brian in there fixing himself a sandwich.  Or, I guess two or three sandwiches.  "What are you doing?  You startled me.“ I asked. "Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t think I was being that noisy.  I just got hungry in the middle of the night so I came to make myself a bite to eat.  I hope you don’t mind.”  The truth was, I didn’t mind.  In fact, I felt my cock starting to fill up again.  This guy really did turn me on.  Especially since his pajamas consisted of briefs and socks.  And, boy was he cut.  I could trace out every muscle in his body with my tongue and die a happy man.  Oh shit.  Did he just catch me staring?  I quickly look away.  "Dude, it’s all good.  I knew you liked me before I even asked to be your roommate.  I know I may not seem like it, but I am gay.  And, you’re not someone I mind digging my bod.“ "I uh.  Um.  You do?  I mean, thanks. Er.  I’m sorry this is awkward.  I’ll just go back to bed, now that I know it’s you.”  He shrugged and went back to his midnight snack.  I went to bed and jacked off to the fantasy of him fucking me hard.  Then I finally fell back to sleep. It was no surprise that I dreamed about him.  Strangely enough, in my dream, he was fat.  Well, he was chubby, but he was growing fatter.  And fatter.  I mean, he was getting huge.  When I woke up the next morning, I noticed that had been a wet dream.  This was all so new.  I hadn’t really been turned on by guys eating or being fat before.  I didn’t know how to process these new emotions. I still had some time before I had to get to work, so I decided to cook breakfast for the two of us.  Half absent-mindedly, I cooked enough for an entire family.  A pound of bacon, a dozen eggs, two big stacks of hotcakes, and a huge pile of hash browns.  It wasn’t until it was all done and I was putting it on the table that I realized how much I had cooked.  Oh well, if there are leftovers, we can just eat them tonight for dinner or something. “Good morning, Glenn” came the sleepy voice.  Clearly he was still only half awake, so I offered him a cup of coffee.  I wasn’t displeased that he was still in his pajamas.  And, just to test if I had heard him correctly the night before, I reached down and have his tight ass a nice, firm squeeze.  He turned in and kissed me, so I assume he didn’t mind.  That made me smile inside.  Then he turned and saw breakfast spread all over the table.  "Wow, man.  All this just for the two of us?  I’ll do my best.“  He didn’t let me down. All day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about Brian.  He’s like the perfect guy.  Why would I want him to be my roommate?  Why not my boyfriend?  Or husband?  He’s hot, he can eat a lot of food, he likes me.  What’s not to like about him?  Wait.  What was that second thing I said?  He likes to eat a lot of food?  Why is that a positive?  I’ve never put that on a list of things I like about a guy before.  It doesn’t sound very normal.  Is something wrong with me? I came home from work and almost jizzed my pants at what I saw.  There was Brian, still in his briefs, but surrounded by several empty bottles of beer and a plate full of crumbs, with a very bloated belly.  Not even bothering to hide my erection anymore, I simply ask, "You okay?  You been eating all day, man?” He looked around him, as if it was the first he noticed all the damage he’d done to my food stores, “Oh, um…..uh, yeah, I guess I have.  Well, I don’t start school until next week anyway, so I didn’t have much else to do.  Don’t worry about the mess, though.  I’ll clean it up.”  He thought I was mad at him, but really I just wanted to shove my hard cock in his mouth.  That wasn’t the only thing I wanted to shove in his mouth. “Oh, sure, thanks.” I told him “Yeah, I was gonna cook dinner, but if you’ve already eaten, I guess I’ll just grab a quick bite for me.  Unless you’re still hungry?” I added, hopefully. “Yeah, I might have a bite of whatever you’re eating.  Might be able to fit a little more in here.”  A little more, he says.  Why does that make my dick pulse like that?  Well, under the directions of my penis, I went straight to the kitchen and started cooking up the biggest portion of stir fry I’ve ever made.  Good thing I’ve got a 10-cup rice cooker, because I filled it all up, and my wok wasn’t small either. In just under an hour, I poke my head out to the living room, “Dinner’s ready, Brian.  Come eat.” He walks in and sees the mound of food I’ve piled on his plate.  "I don’t know if I can eat that all, man.  But it does look good.“ "Oh, I’m sure you’ll find room.  Eat up, Brian.”  I didn’t even notice the sadistic smile on my face, but I sure felt the strain of my hard cock in my pants.  Wide-eyed, but also looking determined, he began devouring the food on his plate.  I sat there, in disbelief, as I watched him eat more and more.  I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, aching to be released. “It’s okay, Glenn.  You can whip it out.” he said.  It was as if he could read my mind, it was uncanny.  Well, if I hadn’t been so hopelessly horny, I may not have done it, but since he didn’t seem to mind at all, I unzipped my pants and started stroking my firm cock.  Of course, it only took about three strokes before I lost it and shot my load……right into his food.  I would have thought he didn’t even notice, the way he kept eating like a machine, if it weren’t for the smile and “thank you” he offered as he started eating my cum along with his stir fry. He ate it all.  I have no idea how, but there were no leftovers left from the massive meal I had just cooked.  And as I saw him take the last few bites of food, I had an idea.  I still had a six-pack left in the fridge.  I grabbed that and a funnel from the drawer.  I was going to dump these all in him.  I hadn’t even thought about asking him, but from the grin on his face, it didn’t seem like I needed to. I dumped bottle after bottle down his throat through that funnel.  He groaned a bit and kept grabbing his bloated belly, but he drank all six beers.  After he finished that, I reached down and started playing with his gut.  I was surprised at how big it had become just housing all the food he had eaten that day.  "Dude, I’m so stuffed.  I think I need to lie down.  Why don’t we go to your bed and have some fun?“  He didn’t have to ask me twice.  I was already hard again, just from rubbing his gut and thinking about stuffing more food in him.  So, I led him upstairs to my room, not forgetting to grab a package of cookies on my way up there.

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Down at the Flip Side Grill

Ana swore the restaurant was top notch, so that’s the only reason I went. Honest. I just wanted to know if all the rumors were true. You can sit there and speculate all you want, Reader, but when everyone you know tells you that the “Flipside Grill” will “change your life,” you’d have to be a fool not to check it out. And alright, maybe not everyone I know told me about the Grill, but those who did would not shut up about it. It’s not often that an exciting novelty pops up in my tiny New English town, so you can keep your comments to yourself when I say I was more than a little excited to check the place out. Who am I, exactly? I guess I can give you a quick answer to that before we continue the story. My name’s Trevor. I’m a college freshman, I’m single, and I’m (according to Ana) way too stressed out. Our trip to the Flipside Grill was meant to be a last hurrah before finals because Ana knew that as soon as Monday arrived, all I’d have time for was textbooks. We drove Ana’s car off campus and several miles east before we reached the infamous Grill. She was all excited, going on and on about how much I would love this place. I, personally, didn’t see what all the fuss was about. From the outside, the only note-worthy thing about the Flipside Grill was its obnoxious pink neon sign. Going in I was skeptical, yet still excited; need I remind you that small town kids don’t have a lot to do? Inside, however, the Grill immediately struck me as odd. Why? Well for starters, there was no one in it. At least, there wasn’t the swarming crowd I’d been expecting. Wasn’t this place supposed to be the hottest ticket in town? There were only, like, twelve people in there at the most. I gave Ana a look that surely conveyed my feeling of disappointment. All Ana did was raise one finger to signal for my patience and flash me a look that was downright smug. “Hi there,” Ana said to the girl at the front podium. “We have a reservation?” Reservation? Seriously? Did she think there’d be some big fight for a table? The seating hostess asked for our names, but rather than check the list sitting right there in front of her, she pulled a separate clip board out from one of the podium’s shelves. Whatever she saw there made her smirk. “Yes, I have you right here,” the hostess said. “Two private rooms for the both of you. Right this way.” She stepped out from behind the podium, revealing long slender legs capped off by shiny black stilettos that made her at least three inches taller. Ana made to follow after the woman, but I caught her by the arm first. “What does she mean by ‘private rooms’?” I demanded in a whisper. “What’s going on here, Ana?” Can you believe it? She had the audacity to pat me on the shoulder, like I was some child who couldn’t see the bigger picture yet. “Tre, you’ve gotta relax,” she said. “You’ve always been my most open-minded friend, so just go with it, okay? It’ll be fun, I promise. And I’m paying for it, so what are you complaining for?” Ana giggled and took me by the hand as we followed the hostess and her long legs through a back door. — For one wild moment, I expected the door to open onto a strip club or an opium den or something. Good thing my life isn’t a Tom Cruise movie or that might have been the result. Instead, what lie beyond that door was a hallway, and within that hallway were a series of doors, each with a number, like a hotel. “Uh…Ana?” I whispered again, which was pointless, since the hostess was right there and she didn’t seem to care what we did or said so long as we were paying customers. “I thought we were here for dinner?” That struck both women as being extremely funny and, for a moment, they shared a laugh. I felt like an ignorant child all over again. “Trust me,” Ana said, looking over her shoulder at me, “this is gonna be a dinner you never forget.” Cryptic, right? The hostess came to a stop at the end of the hall, and there she pulled a silver key ring from the pocket of her skirt. “Room seventeen for the lady, and room eighteen for the gentleman,” she said, giving us the most plastered-on smile I’ve ever seen as she indicated the doors across from each other at the end of that hall. She unlocked room seventeen first, then held it open for Ana. “Thanks,” Ana said to the woman, then she turned to me. “Open mind, remember? You’ll like this, I promise.” With that same cryptic grin, she turned and went through the door. I couldn’t see what she was walking into because the hostess closed the door too quickly, but whatever it was, Ana didn’t seem afraid, and she apparently ate here all the time. My fears that I’d wake up naked in a bathtub full of ice with my spleen missing did not dissipate, however. “And room eighteen.” The hostess unlocked the opposite room for me, then held it open like she did for Ana. When I didn’t dash in right away, she tilted her head to one side and gave me a close-mouthed smile. “Listen to your friend, Trevor. Try to have fun.” Can you believe it? I listened to her. I went through the door. — Two things struck me right away: first, that this definitely wasn’t a strip club and, second, this definitely was not your average restaurant-slash-hotel-room. In the center of the room, displayed most prominently, was a large dining room table, like the kind you expect rich people to sit at while they smoke cigars and chortle behind their monocles. Sitting at that dining room table were two people. “You must be Trevor,” said the woman. She was the kind of girl you look at and can’t help but think the word “pixie.” She had short dark hair, a pretty face, and a smile that made me feel strangely welcome. “We thought you weren’t going to show for a while there,” said the guy. He was…shit, he looked like a dude who spent his weekends posing for Abercrombie in his underwear. Tan, dirty blonde, broad in the shoulders. His smile was damn nice too. With the two of them smiling away at me like that, I suddenly couldn’t remember why I thought this would be a bad idea. Once I realized the silence had been dragging on for a while, I cleared my throat and started to fidget a little. My head didn’t itch but I scratched it anyway. “Uh, yeah, I didn’t either. W-who… I have no idea what’s going on here,” I finally admitted. The duo seemed to find that amusing. “Should we explain it to you?” the girl asked. I glanced between them, then nodded. As if they’d planned it that way, they rose to their feet in unison. It came across as so graceful that I wanted to sock both of them in the face; you just can’t feel like anything other than a slug when there are two insanely attractive people in the room, you know? They were both dressed in matching uniforms of sorts. Black t-shirt (slim-fitting), black pants, and the combination of both accentuated what I could only imagine were bodies that lived up to the hotness standard set by their faces. “My name’s Jared,” said the guy. “And I’m Laura,” said the girl. I nodded, glad to have something to call them. Jared and Laura exchanged a glance and Laura sort of tipped her head as if indicating for Jared to continue. He turned to me and smiled easily. “We’re your entertainment for the evening,” he said. “Of sorts,” Laura chuckled. “Yeah, we’re uh… Well, the best way to explain it is that we’re your dinner guests,” Jared continued. “But you can only pick one of us.” I felt myself frown. Why would I want to subtract a numeral from the sex appeal equation happening right in front of me? “Usually,” Laura said, “when a guest makes a reservation for a private room, a person who matches their, uh, particular preferences is assigned to be their dinner guest – their date, more or less.” “Yeah, but since your friend Ana wasn’t sure where you stood on that front, you get to choose.” Jared grinned at me, sort of cocky like he thought I’d definitely choose him. If I weren’t so completely confused by the turn of the evening’s events, I’d probably have been embarrassed. I mean, come on, what does it say about a person when their best friend doesn’t even know which “team” they pitch for? If nothing else, that night was a wake-up call for me: must open up more. Maybe because I spent a good twenty seconds just kind of staring at Jared, Laura started to back up. “I hope you two have a good evening, then,” she said, but she didn’t look put out about it. If anything, she looked like she was holding back a laugh. What was so funny about the situation, I had no idea. Laura left through the same door I came through and I heard the tell-tale click of a lock sliding home. Part of me was glad that meant no one would be walking in on…whatever was about to happen, and part of me was terrified that I was now locked in a room with a strange guy who was half a foot taller, a metric ton stronger, and probably a good five years older. I actually looked up in the general direction of Heaven and sent a silent plea that I wouldn’t be defiled in any way, if you can believe it. Oblivious to my internal duress, Jared went back over to the table and pulled out the head chair. “Care to join me?” he asked, suddenly all charm and manners in the way he moved and smiled. It didn’t look like I had a choice, so I went over and accepted the seat. Really I was just hungry, and I wanted to get this over with. I wasn’t getting excited about this, so shut up with your speculations again, Reader. A guy can sit down to a nice meal with another guy (who happens to be totally out of his league) without the possibility of anything “happening,” okay? Jared sat down in the seat diagonal from mine, which left the rest of the impressive table empty except for the dozen or so covered silver dishes that rested upon it. I was getting more curious (and hungry) but the second, so I didn’t have time to wonder how I felt about having dinner with a guy who’d been paid to be my date. “I’m gonna kill Ana for this,” I muttered even as I reached for the nearest dish cover. Before I could lift it and reveal the meal beneath, Jared laid his hand over mine. “Allow me,” he said with another smile. He had this way about him…it’s hard to describe, but he was one of those guys who could thread sarcasm into even the most chivalrous of statements. I gained that observation throughout the course of the evening, but I’m telling you about it now so that you’re prepared. “Uh, okay, thanks,” I said, pulling my hand away slowly. As I watched him uncover the first few dishes, I kept waiting for him to lash out and do something that would turn this whole thing into a horror movie. “Dude,” Jared chuckled, setting aside the tray covers. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but literally every muscle in your body is tense to the max right now. Are you sure you’re comfortable with me? We can get Laura back in here if you want.” I looked up and shook my head. “No, no, I’m cool. Really. I’m just, uh…still not sure what we’re doing here.” “We’re having dinner.” “Yeah, I know that part,” I sighed. “But this doesn’t feel like just a dinner date, y'know? There’s something going on that no one’s telling me.” Jared stared at me for a moment, and I watched as hazel eyes roamed my face so attentively I could almost feel it. Maybe Jared liked what he saw, I dunno. I’m not exactly a troll or anything. I’m just a little nerdy, a little weird. Even that night, I was wearing a t-shirt with the Star Trek insignia screen-printed in the corner. I liked to think I was a semi-attractive dork, at least. Sure I wore glasses, but I had clear skin and good hair. I was pretty tall and sort of lean, but I knew I’d never be the type who accumulated any serious muscle mass. I was average, I guess. I still am average, actually. Always have been. But back to Jared and his staring contest. Once he’d apparently looked his fill, he leaned back in his chair and reached for the smallest tray on the table. It was just a little plate that could fit in the palm of his hand. “Here,” he said. “A before-dinner mint. It wakes up your tastebuds so that the food tastes better.” Do I sound like an idiot to any of you? Do smart people just take little pill-shaped objects from perfect strangers? Apparently they do, because I did, and I’m plenty smart. In my defense, though, it did taste like a mint. “And now, all you have to do is eat the delicious meal your friend Ana is paying for, and have a scintillating conversation with yours truly,” Jared said, grinning wide and warm after he set the tray back. There was still another mint left on it. — Jared was right. The food was amazing and Jared himself was…well, amazing. You know how usually, when you’re talking to someone for the first time, there’s always that struggle for ground in the conversation? It’s like you and that new person are just waiting for the other one to shut the hell up so you can tell your way cooler story about your high school trip to Chicago. With Jared it wasn’t like that. We ate and talked and laughed, and I didn’t once feel bored or uncomfortable. Well, that last part is kind of a lie. “God damn,” I groaned. “I don’t think I can eat another bite.” I set down my fork and leaned back in my chair. There were twelve trays on that table; five of them were uncovered and well on their way to being licked clean, and the rest were still toasty warm and uneaten under their silver domes. I didn’t even think about those untouched dishes, though. I was too busy rubbing my sore stomach. Jared didn’t seem to have a problem at all. Sure, he wasn’t eating as much as I was, but don’t judge – I was a poor college kid living on Ramen and Easy'mac, okay? I was allowed to indulge a little. “Oh I think you can,” Jared chuckled. “I still see a little room riiiiiight there.” He gently prodded my stomach, which felt tighter and more bloated than usual, and I’m talking even more so than after midnight pizza binges back in my dorm. I groaned again, covering my stomach with both hands. “Ouch, you jerk. You’re just angering the beast.” “Sorry,” Jared said, laughing again. “But don’t you think you could stand to eat a few of these chocolate mousse cupcakes? This place is known for its desserts.” He smiled at me and lifted the cover of a medium sized tray in the center of the table. I already couldn’t believe I’d eaten my way through all the others without exploding yet, so the sight of all those cupcakes laid out in front of me didn’t seem so scary. In fact, at the very sight of them, the pain in my angry stomach seemed to melt away.  A sort of warmth settled around me – I still felt too heavy and a little bloated, but I also found myself feeling…hungry again. “I think I can manage a few,” I said, giving Jared a smile of my own. It was amazing to see the way his face lit up at that, like he was hoping with all his might that I’d say yes to some dessert. Jared plucked one of the larger, more chocolaty cupcakes from the tray and unwrapped the paper from around the bottom. After inspecting it for a moment, he threw me a smirk that carried with it an impish sparkle in his eye. I was about to ask what he was grinning about, but Jared was too quick for me in my sluggish, stuffed state. He swiped his finger through the chocolate mousse then brought his finger to my mouth. Without even thinking about it first, I sucked his finger clean. Goddammit, I practically moaned. “That’s right,” Jared muttered, sounding taunting yet gentle in the way only he could manage. “It’s good, right?” He already knew the answer to that. He just wanted to hear me say it. “Delicious,” I enthused. My first reaction should have been to grab the cupcake from Jared’s hand and stuff it in my mouth, right? But I didn’t do that. I sat there waiting, like I was expecting… “Here, open wide.” Jared brought the cupcake to my lips and just like that, I let him feed me. I let him feed me the whole damn tray. Did I mention there were two dozen of those suckers on there? After the cupcakes, I swore to God, Elvis, and anyone else who might have been listening that I was done eating. Forever. I sat there whimpering and not touching my stomach because I didn’t want to make the pain worse. Jared kept offering to rub it for me, but I wouldn’t let him. It seemed weird. “Well, since you’re too full,” Jared said in a sing-song voice, “I guess this cheesecake is all mine.” “Cheesecake?” Suddenly I managed to perk up. Are you sensing a pattern here? Jared fed me that whole cheesecake. He started off using a fork, but when I seemed to feel hungrier with every bite, he gave up on that and just started holding the slices in his hand and letting me eat them that way. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but the more I ate – I’m not lyin’ – the more desperate I felt for more! It got to the point that I didn’t even have to stop after the cheesecake. I just started begging Jared to feed me the tiramisu next. — “Well, that’s all of it.” Five little words have never sounded so heart breaking. I wasn’t even sitting in my chair anymore. I was half laying on the table, just slumped over and resting my chin in my folded arms while Jared let me lick the last of the éclair filling from his fingers. “You sure that’s it?” I said. No, I didn’t say it. I whined it. Turns out when I “loosen up,” my inner child decides it’s time for a temper tantrum. “I thought I saw more cookies.” Jared chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m afraid not, piglet. That’s all we’ve got.” “Don’t call me piglet,” I grumbled, dropping my face into the crook of my arm and out of sight. Jared’s laugh found me all the same. “Why not?” he asked. “It’s a pretty accurate description at the moment.” You remember me telling you I’m a skinny guy, right? I’m one of those kids who used to hear the expression “ninety pounds soaking wet” a lot growing up. Keep that in mind for the next little bit here. “I’m not a piglet,” I insisted. “And you asshole, there are cookies down there!” I could see them. Chocolate chip and freshly baked, too. They’d go awesome with the ice cold milk still left in one of the pitchers. I stood up from my slumped over position, quickly, with the intent of snatching up the heavily laden tray…when I was stopped by the arrival of a new character in this tale: My gut. When I sprang to my feet, I was expecting my center of gravity to be much, well, less. It was like someone had snuck in under that gigantic table and shoved two pillows under my shirt while I was distracted by Jared and his everything. My belly swung bellow me, huge and heavy, far too soft to be the result of a several hours’ binge. But I had no time to ponder the development of all this new and mystifying mass. I was falling over. Actually, I did fall over. Right on my ass, except I hit just the corner of my chair, and I was too heavy to be supported by just the corner, so the chair fell over too. I felt myself cry out with a little yelp, but before I could hit the floor, there was Jared. “Whoa there,” he chuckled. “Easy tiger.” He had one arm around my chest, positioned just so that the flabby slope of my new chest rested on his arm. I felt sick to my massive stomach; I, Trevor Aaron Swift, had tits. “Oh my god. Oh my…god!” My hands moved wildly, arms flailing to push Jared away. I didn’t want him touching me. He was firm and muscular and strong. I was fat and squishy and…fuck, I was pathetic. My t-shirt couldn’t even accommodate my girth. When I sat there on the floor, my legs were forced apart ever so slightly by the hang of my belly. And my tits. They were just saggy enough to rest on top of my gut, and even as I hurried out of Jared’s arms, I could feel them bounce and jiggle. This was the worst, most humiliating day of my life. The really sad part? I still wanted those damn cookies. — There was only one thing to do. I had to waddle my way out of there, kill Ana for telling me this would be fun, then I had to move to Texas, where big things are appreciated. You know how ostriches bury their heads in the sand? All I could do was slump my face forward into the fleshy mound of my belly. “Trevor?” For once, Jared didn’t sound taunting or sarcastic or playful, not in the least. To be honest, he sounded genuinely concerned. Maybe because he didn’t want the fat kid to have a heart attack during his shift. He tried to put a hand on my shoulder, but I quickly brushed him off. My hands were covering my face. I was literally curled into a ball, leaning forward and supported by – you guessed it – my brand new stomach, the one that was big enough to sit in my lap and almost touch my knees. Yeah. “Trevor,” Jared said again. “Hey, it’s alright. Talk to me, man. Please?” Damn him. His Sincere Voice was impossible to ignore for long. Miserably, I lifted my face from my hands and just looked at him. I wasn’t ready to talk yet. Oddly enough, his first reaction was to smile at me. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” he asked. The question just made me want to die. After all, the only reason I fell over to begin with was because I was the world’s fattest penguin who didn’t even know how to waddle. I shook my head. The only think hurt here was my ego. Well, that, and my waist line. My jeans were digging painfully into my hips. I guess the one good grace of the evening was that I’d neglected to wear a belt. Again, Jared reached out to comfort me. This time I let him, but only because he didn’t try to get closer than a hand on my shoulder. “Are you upset ‘cause you fell?” he asked. That wasn’t the main reason, so I shook my head. “Are you upset 'cause of this?” One of Jared’s large, strong hands spread itself over the front of my belly, the flabbiest part. I inhaled sharply and felt a fresh wave of shame. I nodded. Jared didn’t pull his hand away, even if he realized it made me uncomfortable. It was like he was trying to prove a point. “That’s what this place is for,” he explained. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to go all out and not worry about the consequences?” I considered that for a second, then nodded again. Me, being the serious student with a scholarship to upkeep and a reputation to uphold, all I did was dream of living without all that restriction. Jared smiled softly. “Well, that’s what you got to do tonight. I saw your face while you were eating. You enjoyed it. Am I wrong?” His hand travelled lower, sort of tickling the place where my belly came in contact with the floor. I sucked in another surprised breath. “I-I did enjoy it,” I admitted. “But…how did—I shouldn’t be this…” I gestured with my arms, drawing a half circle that followed the slope of my belly. “This big, you mean?” Jared’s fingers clenched a little, testing the softness, I guess. Good thing I couldn’t possibly blush any redder. I nodded.   A wide, playful smile broke onto Jared’s face. “That one’s my doing. Remember that mint I gave you?” Remember when I said smart people don’t accept pill-like objects from strangers? Yeah. “It slows down your metabolism, more or less,” Jared explained. “Sorta. It’s complicated, but basically that mint makes you hungrier and hungrier, 'cause everything you eat while it’s in your system is converted immediately into fat.” Fingers clenched again. Smirk widened. “Nifty, huh?” I gave a dry snort. “Yeah, real nifty. A regular scientific breakthrough. Only trouble is, now I look like a hippo, and I think people will notice the change.” Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have talked to Jared like this was all his fault (it kind of was) and after all he was trying to make me feel better (it was kind of working) and let’s not forget he was still the hottest guy I’d ever seen (or have seen since). This wasn’t really Jared’s problem, but I needed someone to be mad at. Jared shook his head, chuckling. “Weren’t you just telling me during dinner that you’re an honors student? Jeez, you’re pretty slow on the uptake, Trevor.” His hand moved more gently over my belly, practically a caress. “Your friend Ana eats here all the time. She’s pretty skinny though, right?” “Yeah…” I said slowly.  "So you’re saying you have a cure?“ “I don’t really like the word cure,” Jared said. “If it were up to me, all you feedees would walk around looking like this twenty-four-seven. It’s more like a societal solution, and it makes the general public more willing to try out our services.” I wondered briefly how many times Jared had explained this to people like me, people who weren’t quite sure what a “feedee” was but didn’t want to ask and risk looking even more pathetic. “Look at it this way,” Jared said, “now that you know this is all temporary, don’t you want to keep eating?” You can try to convince me that it was his smile that made me say yes, god yes I do, but you know I’m going to tell you to shut it, Reader. Jared and his warm smiles and his playful touches and his teasing half-kisses had nothing, nothing to do with the rip I left with in my jeans the next morning. But if you’re ever on that side of the world, you’ve really got to try the cheesecake down at the Flipside Grill.

[oac47]

2016-Sep Post #1 (III) - links for the videos here:  https://www.youtube.com/user/oac47h/playlists

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The Fattening by BearbellyCO

It was another routine night. Matthew and Jay had been buddies since the beginning of their college journey together. As their circle of friends shrank due to dropouts and graduations, they got to know each other better and upgraded from acquaintances to friends once they learned how much they had in common. This evening Matt and Jay had settled into a low-key evening of drinking at Jay’s place, listening to music, and having good drunken conversations.

Matthew genuinely enjoyed Jay’s company, but he had an ulterior motive in their friendship. His whole life, Matt had been the ripped and slender athlete but he had always had an eye for fat men. Throughout high school, he considered himself an encourager but gradually came to realize that he himself wanted to be bigger. During the last year, he had managed to gain a respectable 15 pounds, covering his formerly shredded abs with a bit of a belly but no one would have called him fat or probably even noticed. Jay on the other hand had always had a nice potbelly. Standing at 6 feet and weighing probably well over 200 lbs, he sported a protruding beer belly around his middle and perky softened pecs, neither of which he made any attempt to hide while clothed. Matt only viewed Jay as a friend, but his chunky friend’s body was undeniably sexy to him.

As Matt gained weight, he made sure Jay was aware. They were at ease talking about each other’s weight. Matt gave Jay shit for being a little on the tubby side and Jay returned the favor by often pointing out that Matt was losing his ripped physique. Jay could even recall the first time he noticed Matt had put on a few pounds, something that excited Matt greatly and caused him to question on more than one occasion if Jay wasn’t a little into gaining himself.

Some time had passed since Matt settled into his slightly pudgier body and he was unfortunately finding it difficult to get past the first 15 pounds. Matt knew he wanted to be bigger. He longed for Jay’s reactions to his weight gain … more and more, he was pleasuring himself to the thought of packing on a beer belly even larger than Jay’s, outgrowing his clothes, and being teased by his buddies about his burgeoning dadbod. Matt didn’t just want that … he needed it. And tonight he was going to make it happen.

Matt looked at the innocuous little pill. 100 pounds in one night. His body tingled with excitement and nerves. He put his other hand up his shirt and squeezed the small freshman 15 belly he had acquired. This would completely transform his body. Right in front of Jay. Everyone, including people he didn’t want to notice his gains, would more than notice tomorrow. It was now or never though… he needed that shocked reaction to his weight gain. He was completely addicted, a slave to his fetish. He hesitated for a moment before dropping the tiny pill into the beer and watching as it dissolved quickly. He breathed deeply and then took a sip, discovering that it had given the beer a distinctly sweet tinge.

“Dude, c’mere you gotta watch this video!” Jay yelled to him, bringing him back to reality.

Matt quickly returned to the living room and sank into the comfy couch.

“What’s up, man?” Matt asked, trying to play it cool.

He had dressed for the occasion. He wore a button down shirt and a pair of jeans that were already a bit snug. He downed his beer as quickly as possible, not giving himself a change to back out of his decision. He was now committed to becoming a fat man.

“Geez buddy, looking to get wasted tonight or something?” laughed Jay, noticing how Matt had inhaled his beer.

“You know it!” He was feeling excited and nervous as adrenaline flooded his veins. He kept imagining he felt his belly expanding, but would look down to discover it looked exactly the same. He wondered if this pill would actually work. The more he thought about it, the more he allowed himself to realize the absurdity of it. He began to feel disappointed and foolish until about 20 minutes later…

As Jay flipped through the music stations, Matt felt a sudden, noticeable expansion in his gut, as though he had just consumed a huge meal. He looked down to see his shirt noticeably tighter. The indent of his deeper belly button was visible through his shirt. He could barely contain himself; the transformation had begun. This was actually real… the pill worked! He wondered in a frenzy if he should mention anything yet or wait for Jay to comment, if he even would. He must have put on about ten pounds of pure fat. He excused himself to the bathroom to get a closer look.

He quickly lifted his shirt and noticed a soft layer of extra pudge. It was certainly noticeable to Matt, his jeans feeling snugger and his shirt a bit tighter, but he didn’t think Jay would notice anything out of the ordinary. He reached down and pinched his fresh belly fat… it felt so thick and rubbery. Matt’s heart was beating in his throat thinking of what was to come. He did his best to hide his hard on as he left the bathroom.

On his way back to Jay, he grabbed his fourth beer. Immediately upon sitting, he felt that same sensation again. Matt felt like his clothes were shrinking, even though it was his body that was growing larger. He wasn’t expecting it to happen again so soon and was a little alarmed. Jay noticed the look on his friend’s face.

“Uh… you okay?” he asked.

“Ah, it’s nothing. I’m just getting seriously bloated from drinking too fast,” Matt said with a laugh, giving his stomach a pat.

Jay laughed and they changed the subject. Matt tried to focus on other things but all he wanted to do was rub his new fat. His jeans felt so tight. Maybe he should have done this alone. He knew that with the next gain, he’d have to unbutton them, and that was all he could really think about.

After about 20 minutes, Matt felt that warm sensation again. His body expanded and fattened all over, his jeans becoming seriously tight. The buttons on his shirt were beginning to strain as well. Matt estimated that he had to be close to 200 pounds, maybe more. It was time to test the waters.

“Fuck dude,” he muttered as he placed both hands on his rounded belly.

Jay glanced over at him. “Jesus, man!” He reached over and jokingly gave his buddy’s belly a rub. It felt amazingly good to Matt, his sensitive, newly pudged up stomach feeling almost electrified. He didn’t feel full or tight… just fat and blubbery.

“I can’t believe how much this beer is bloating me. I gotta unbutton my pants, man.”

“Do what you gotta do,” Jay replied, eyeing his enlarged gut.

Undoing the button on his pants was such a sweet relief. Matt felt his belly spill out and felt how truly fat he had become in just the last hour.

“Man,” he gave his belly a jiggle, “I am getting’ fuckin’ fat dude. I need to hit the gym. I didn’t notice how big this puppy was getting!”

“I didn’t either,” Jay said in disbelief. “I swear you didn’t look that fat when you came in.”

Matt was feeling some liquid courage from the beer.

“Well shit, as long as I’m not as fat as you, I don’t have to worry too much, right?” he said with a sly smile.

“Oh yeah, I’m so huge,” Jay said sarcastically. “And besides, I dunno if I’d be talking with a belly that size!” He reached over from his recliner and poked a finger into Matt’s soft flab.

He knew Jay was getting a buzz off of his beer so he decided to take advantage of the opportunity that presented itself.

“Let’s compare then!” He stood up and felt how much bulkier he had become. The sensation was overwhelming. He took the initiative so he couldn’t say no. He walked over to the big mirror by the front door, feeling his love handles jiggle slightly and avoided looking at his reflection just yet. Jay was hesitant but got up when Matt said “Come on fatty, let’s prove that I’m much slimmer so we can move on.”

The two men lifted their shirts and Matt looked into the reflective surface as if in slow motion. His jaw dropped when he was the results of their comparison.

“No fucking way!” The two men looked identical. Matt couldn’t believe it. He was the same size as his tubby friend now! Their overfed bellies stuck out towards each other like mirror images, almost touching. He had always lusted after that body and now he was just as fat! Jay let out a hysterical laugh and gave Matt’s belly a slap. Matt felt waves ripple through his thick fat and became even more aroused. His love handles seemed to jiggle for a full second after everything else had stopped.

“Looks like you’ll have to lay off the fat jokes, tubby,” Jay said with a laugh.

“How did I let myself go like this…” Matt feigned confusion and disbelief. He put his hands on his belly and squeezed his fat. “How did I not notice all this happening?”

And right then his transformation begun again. Right in his hands he felt his belly expand, this warm sensation of ecstasy spreading across his increasingly tubby torso. His buttons were barely hanging on and his jeans felt as though they’d burst open at any minute. Matt felt a distinct double chin on his face now and his cheeks felt puffy and fat.

Jay had already turned his attention back towards the TV but Matt glanced in the mirror and saw that he now looked even fatter than Jay. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing … he suddenly felt uneasy being fatter than the friend he had always teased for being a big-bellied guy. A panic washed over him as he thought about how much bigger he was still going to become. How much had he gained already? Had this been a mistake?

“Uh… word of advice, dude” Jay once again brought him out of his own head. “When you gain a few, you should probably buy bigger clothes…”

“Wha…?” Matt look down at his shirt.

The buttons were barely hanging on and large, oval shaped gaps were forming between them. His ass cheeks were packed into his tight jeans, the button threatening to fly off. He suddenly felt embarrassed. He expected to feel like this at 285 … not this early on in the night.

“Oh … yeah… “Matt said, half dazed. “Do you… can I borrow one of your jerseys or something?”

“Yeah, dude,” Jay said, once again eyeing his fat friend. He went to his room to retrieve it but not before smirking and adding, “Whoever thought you’d need to borrow my clothes?” Matt tried to muster an agreeable laugh but ended up just grimacing.

When Jay returned with the oversized jersey, Matt didn’t think twice about shedding his second skin of a shirt, temporarily forgetting about the added weight until he noticed Jay’s wide-eyed reaction.

“Fuck, bro. What have you been eating?” he inquired as he took a handful of Matt’s now substantial gut.

Matt barely repressed a moan, looking down at his fattened body and seeing his attractive friend grabbing his new weight. His friend who was much larger than him until just a few hours ago.

“Dude, no offense but have you stepped on a scale lately?” Jay asked with some concern in his voice.

“It’s been a few weeks … was 175 last time I checked,” Matt said, quickly pulling the jersey over his torso and trying not to pass out from being so over-stimulated.

“Ha,” Jay scoffed. “Not anymore it seems. Time to face the music, buddy.” Jay went to his bathroom and Matt heard him rummaging around. Matt felt panic once again wash over him as he realized Jay intended on weighing him right then and there.

Jay set the scale down in front of him and gave it a tap with his foot. The scale to calibrated and flashed 0.

“Step on, bro” Jay said, not giving Matt much of a choice. Matt swallowed hard and slowly stepped on, noticing how chubby his legs looked now. He steadied himself on the scale, feeling all the new blubber on his body jiggle as it shifted into place.

And at that moment, Matt felt the growing sensation begin again. The oversized jersey, which had fit him pretty well, now suddenly felt a bit tighter. Matt felt his chest take the brunt of this growth spurt as his nipples grew soft and puffy, pressing against the fabric of the jersey. His formerly flat pecs grew into small mounds as rolls simultaneously formed on his once muscular back and under his armpits.

Looking down, he saw that the scale had caught his growth spurt … the number had just flashed 215 before rapidly counting upwards until it stopped at 225 lbs.

Jay was now laughing hysterically. “YOU PUT ON 50 POUNDS?! How the hell did I not notice you were turning into such a fatass?!”

“I… I dunno…” Matt was so stunned and turned on. His instinct to make fun of Jay for his weight still took over though as he blurted out, “I still weigh less than you, though!”

“HA! Yeah right!” Jay stepped onto the scale. After a moment the number flashed 210.

“You’ve got a full 15 pounds on me, buddy! Plus you’re shorter!” Jay was completely smug about this. Matt had always given him shit about his beer belly before and now Jay was ecstatic that Matt was the fatter one. “Serves you right dude, looks like I get to make the fat jokes now!” he said, slapping the side of Matt’s large belly. Matt was acutely aware of how much this caused his new tits to shake.

Matt followed Jay back into the living room and sank back down onto the couch, wondering if his fat body was softer than its comfy cushions now. He surveyed the damage: his husky thighs spread wide and strained his jeans … he was amazed the button hadn’t popped yet as they were painfully tight. His belly had become a thick donut of fat that swelled out to the point of nearly sitting on his lap and he could see the indent of his large, deep belly button against the jersey. He couldn’t quite see them, but he could feel his love handles swelling out against the jersey and over his jeans. Further up, his chest had started to form into breasts and his nipples were visible in the shirt. He was even beginning to be able to see his cheeks in his field of view just from looking down.

Matt wanted this to stop. Horror dawned on him as he suddenly remembered the effect of the pill … 100 lbs … he was only halfway done.

He had to get out of there, away from Jay, before he fattened up any further. Not only that, he had to stop this transformation. This was too much. He had to purge that pill from his body before things got any more out of control.

Matt sat up, struggling to do so. “Uh, hey man … I think I’m gonna head. Feelin’ kinda beat… “

Jay eyed him up and down. “Alright man, maybe try to resist drunk ordering a pizza tonight. Not trying to be rude or anything, but I can ask my friend Steve about giving you some help if you want to get back in shape. He’s working towards getting his certificate in personal training. You could be his first big client!” Jay sunk his finger right into Matt’s deep belly button and he let out a little yelp, recoiling.

“Ha, yeah man, totally, I’d love to help him, er, I mean, for him to help me…“ Matt rambled as he made his way to the door. “See ya man, really gotta get going!” He slipped out the door as Jay yelled something about getting his jersey back.

Matt’s place was luckily only about a 10 minute walk from Jay’s, but walking was suddenly much more difficult than he had ever experienced it. His thickened thighs were rubbing together, his love handles jiggling with every step over his painfully tight jeans. Matt knew he had to get that damn pill out of his system.

He busted in through his front door, quickly making his way to the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was definitely a chubby guy now. In Jay’s jersey he looked bulky but maybe oversized clothes would hide his big gain for now. His face looked so full … there’d be no way to hide that unless he grew a beard. Moving over to the toilet, he took a deep breath and prepared to plunge his fingers down his throat.

Just as he was about to purge the spread of fat throughout his body, Matt suddenly felt a buildup of gas. Before he could suppress it, he let out the most enormous belch of his life. Taken aback, he stepped away from the toilet and caught his reflection once again in the mirror. He looked even fatter than before somehow. The jersey was now hugging his big belly, which gave a loud rumble.

Matt barely got out an “Oh fuck!” before another enormous belch escaped him. He watched as his reflection in the mirror fattened before his eyes. The jersey rode up on his burgeoning torso, exposing a large, fat underbelly. His tits swelled and he could see the outline of his puffy nipples grow even bigger. He was watching with horror as his cheeks further rounded out when a loud snap caused him to look down. The button on his pants had finally lost the battle with his expanding pudge and flown across the bathroom, the zipper riding down as well. His eyes widened as he witnessed his newly formed fat pad swell out of his open jeans. He twisted around as best he could against his fat rolls to see that his tight ass had ballooned into two fleshy basketballs.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Matt jumped onto his scale, his mind racing, and saw that he now weighed 245 lbs. He could feel the pressure of building gas once again in his belly.

“NO! STOP!! FUCKING STOOOOO – UUUUUUUURP!” Matt let out his biggest belch yet as his fat body expanded in all directions. He heard the stitching of his clothes rip and pop as his large body turned them into tatters of cloth. He managed to kick the jeans off, seeing his enormous thighs and feeling his ass cheeks jiggling with the effort. Even his calves had thickened and melded and lost their athletic taper. He felt an uncomfortable itch on his gut and looked up to see his enormous belly becoming dashed with angry red marks all around his deep navel. After a moment of confusion and fear, Matt realized that these blemishes were stretch marks – his skin elasticity had lost the battle from suddenly being inundated with so much blubber. His hands moved upwards as he felt his tits swell into double D’s, completely filling his hands as his nipples grew to the size of sand dollars. He noticed that even his arms were fat and flabby, no hint of the definition he once had as an athletic man. Just when he finally thought the growing had stopped, he let out one last belch and watched as his handsome face grew a double chin that nearly covered his necks and his cheeks swelled up like a chipmunk, giving his formerly sculpted face the shape of an egg.

Matt sat in stunned silence for a moment, looking back at the obese man in the mirror. He glanced over at the scale and waddled over to it, even though he knew exactly what it would say. He could barely suck in his belly enough to see the number between his chubby feet, but when he finally managed …

“285 pounds,” Matt said aloud to himself. Just as the little pill guaranteed, he went from a mostly lean, athletic 185 pounds to an obese, overinflated 285.

Matt felt an overwhelming arousal wash over him. He was a fat man. The fat man he always dreamed of. He reached for his formerly large cock, only to find it obstructed and minimized by his thick fat pad. Instinctively, he flipped his rock hard cock between his fat pad and his overhang and began jiggling his fat back and forth, feeling every part of his body jiggle, shake, and sway. He had never felt anything so incredible in his life. Many thoughts raced through his head.

I’m huge.

  I’m fucking myself with my own fat.

  I shouldn’t have done this.

  Fuck this feels fucking good.

  I want to be even fatter.

  What the hell is everyone gonna say when they see me?

  I hope everyone teases me.

  Oh god, I need to lose this weight.

  What the hell did I do to myself?

Matt cupped his man tits, teasing his huge, puffy nipples with his chubby fingers as he felt himself near climax. He felt his hot load blow in between all his lard, experiencing the hottest orgasm of his life that seemed to last forever. He leaned back on the wall for a few moments, basking in the afterglow.

Eventually, he faced himself in the mirror again. Guilt and anxiety washed over him again as reality sunk in … this was him now. His hands moved over his new fat suit of a body, his brain beginning to accept that this was all real. Matt stared into his fattened face and let out an animalistic cry, part anguish, part ecstasy, as he shook his enormous gut.

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Epilogue

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One month later, Matt sat in the doctor’s office waiting for the nurse to return. This was one of the rare instances that saw Matt leave his apartment since he had gained 100 pounds. That night he decided to take that pill, he came to the conclusion that his only option was to take as much time off as possible and try to lose the enormity of the weight he had gained. He couldn’t face anyone like this. He did some research and made up a bullshit excuse that he had suddenly been offered a three month mission trip to Africa through AmeriCorps. “Books for Africa” it was called. He couldn’t pass up such an opportunity. Of course, his friends questioned him on the details and demanded to see him off, but he ignored their texts until they stopped.

He wasn’t going to Africa of course but, encased with all that extra lard, he felt like he was living in the Sahara. He had become very sweaty and had come to accept that he needed prescription strength deodorant. He avoided making an appointment for weeks, even trying to schedule an appointment with a doctor outside of the student health center, but his student insurance wouldn’t cover it and he couldn’t afford it.

He didn’t want to be weighed. Dr. Adams, a gorgeous middle-aged man who looked like he probably paid his way through med school by modeling on the weekends, had brought up his 15-pound gain at his appointment last year. He couldn’t risk getting him as his doctor. But, as luck would have it, he called and found out that getting prescription deodorant didn’t require an appointment with one of the physicians … just getting the quick okay from a physician’s assistant. No weigh-in required. In and out. Matt’s big gut groaned and he suddenly had an overwhelming desire to cram cheeseburger after cheeseburger into his gluttonous maw.

He pushed the thought out of his mind. He had tried so hard to be stringent with his diet and had even gone to the gym a few times late at night. But it made no difference … Matt’s appetite had grown along with his enormous body and he couldn’t resist trips through the drive thru or ordering pizzas when he didn’t feel like showing his fat ass at the grocery store. Recently, he had even been finding empty wrappers in the morning and having no recollection eating the night before. He suspected he might actually be eating in his sleep. As a result, the scale had slowly ticked upwards and he now weighed a whopping 298 pounds.

The nurse finally returned with a prescription for his deodorant. Matt took the script, half listening to what the young guy was saying, and was about to leave when …

“Oh, and I noticed you have your annual appointment with Dr. Adams today. It wasn’t supposed to be until 3, but I just spoke with him and he can fit you in now. So he’ll be here in just a moment.”

The nurse smiled politely and left the room as Matt sat there stunned.

Shit! Matt had worked so hard to avoid him. Of course something like this would happen! He thought frantically about what to do for a moment, and then realized that he could just leave. Would someone try to stop him? How could they? He was free to leave whenever he wanted. He hoisted himself off the exam table and made his way for the door. He reached his chubby hand for the handle just as it twisted open and Dr. Adams walked in.

“Hey, how are you, Matt? Glad I could fit you in so you didn’t have to come by again later!” Dr. Adams said in his friendly tone, flashing his perfect teeth with a smile.

“Oh … yeah, I’m doing alright, thanks …” Matt felt a little relief. Dr. Adams didn’t even seem to recognize him in this state.

“Glad to hear it. So everything’s going okay? Classes going alright? Any problems?”

“No, just dropped in to get …” Matt sheepishly held up the deodorant, as though it were a product exclusively for sweaty obese men.

“Ah, yes … “Matt saw Dr. Adams eyes look over his huge body. “Well, let’s get a quick weight on you and we’ll take some vitals and then get you on your way.”

“Sure…”Matt said nervously. He waddled over to the scale and stepped onto it. He was used to seeing 298 in the morning the past few days, but with all his clothes on and a big breakfast in his belly, the scale showed 303. He had never seen a number over 300 on the scale.

Matt expected a lecture on his weight, but Dr. Adams just muttered to himself and went over to the computer and began entering the numbers. “Three … oh … three…”

There was a long pause and then suddenly a, “Hmm…”

Matt saw his old student ID picture pop up on the screen. His handsome, sculpted face before it was adorned with a double chin and big cheeks. Dr. Adams looked between the screen and Matt a few times.

“Matt? Matthew Eaton?”

Matt felt his big chubby cheeks turning red. They had his records from the last time he was there. Of course they would pop up. The system was probably designed to throw up a red flag in case of something troubling … like a massive weight gain.

“Matthew … we need to talk about your weight.”

“I … I’ve gained some, I know…”

Dr. Adams gave him a look of doctorly sternness and genuine concern. “Matt, since you saw me last year, you’ve gained 118 lbs. Since you’ve been at this university, you’ve gained 133 pounds total. I know last year you were struggling with the freshman 15. A gain this big is very troubling for anyone, but especially for a formerly fit young man and in such a short amount of time.”

“I know … I just … I don’t know what’s happening with me lately,” Matt lied, not knowing what else to say. He felt his hard cock pressing into his gigantic underbelly. He could barely think straight as Dr. Adams asked him question after question about symptoms of health related issues that might explain his massive weight gain. It was all he could do to keep himself from drooling when Dr. Adams asked him to lift up his shirt so he could take some vitals. He could see the doctor trying to keep his professional composure, but he couldn’t hide the shock on his face as the full extent of Matt’s intense gains were exposed. He moved the stethoscope across Matt’s moobs as his oversized nipples hardened, and then to his back, sinking into his soft back rolls each time he moved it to a different spot. Matt could feel sweat dripping down the big rolls on either side that connected his back rolls to his tits.

Finally, Dr. Adams stopped questioning and poking around, sighed and went back to a desk, digging through some papers. He returned with a pamphlet.

“Matt, we can draw some blood if you like. But you don’t have any concerning symptoms outside of your alarming 133 pound weight gain,” he said as he offered the pamphlet to Matt.

Matt read the title and immediately felt himself get even redder.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, and that’s fine if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but I’d like you to consider going to an Overeater’s Anonymous meeting. I think you could really benefit from it,” Dr. Adams said gently. He clapped his hand on Matt’s exposed gut and felt his rock hard boner twitch as the shock waves moved throughout his obese body, causing everything to jiggle. “What happened to you? You have to get this thing under control. You’re going to weigh 500 pounds if you don’t do something, Matt”.

Matt looked down at the doctor’s masculine hand resting on his huge, stretch marked belly and back up to his gorgeous face. All he could think about was Dr. Adams shedding his own shirt and cramming an entire cake into him while he teased him about his massive weight gain. Matt managed to get out some noncommittal agreement about needing to take care of his new weight problem and left the office with his deodorant in chubby hand.

He squeezed himself into his car and looked at his bloated features in the rear view mirror. He could still make out some of the features of his old self, buried in blubber as they were. His boner demanded attention and his belly groaned with hunger. He knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to go through some fast food drive thru and order more food than he ever had in his life and then he was going to go home, take off his tight clothes, jerk off to the humiliation he had just suffered through with Dr. Adams, and eat until he couldn’t move.

He knew he would be powerless to this cycle until he weighed 500 pounds, just like Dr. Adams said. That innocuous little pill had completely changed him. He couldn’t fight this… it was futile. He also knew he was going to have to get back to his real life and face everyone, try to explain that he had somehow gained an enormous amount of weight during his time in Africa.

With dawning horror and excitement, Matt started up his car and headed to the nearest In-N-Out Burger, formulating his embarrassingly large order in his head and absentmindedly rubbing the sliver of exposed belly growing out the bottom of his XXL sweatshirt.

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Sopapillas

Stephen groaned outwardly as he leaned back into his chair, distended stomach pushing forward into his lap. He raised his hands to place them on his undeniable gut and give the small swell a solid rub.  As he traced his hands across its outline, he inventoried the changes. He had put on at least twenty five pounds since starting college three months ago, and he knew more was ahead if he kept eating like this. But, Texas was nothing he could have seen coming. Hailing from rural Maine, Mexican food was a rarity, and had always been a favorite. But, now, down in the south, in a border state no less, his options were as plentiful as the menus were cheap. For the last three months, he had taken himself from restaurant to restaurant, sampling seasoned meats, sharp cheeses, fine spices, flavorful rice dishes, and his absolute favorite:  desserts. Stephen had an especially soft heart for sopapillas–flaky pastries fried in oil and slathered with honey, sugar and cinnamon. His curiosity had taken him to at least a dozen restaurants, but one, and only one, was running on the same 24/7 schedule he was:  Taco Cabana. Stephen knew it was one of the farthest things you could get from authentic Mexican and not the tastiest either, but, at night, when his stomach would growl and his resolve would crumble, he’d always manage to find his way to this glowing oasis of food, with its tacky decor and cheap, plentiful portions. He groaned again at the tightness in his stomach, and reached down to unbutton his tight shorts; shorts that he knew were loose on him just before he came to college. The button struggled, but his hands were deft and the clasp was freed. He sighed in relief as his stomach fell gratefully into the extra space. How many nights had he spent like this, he idly wondered. How many times had he sauntered in, late at night, to stuff himself with rice, cheese, and greasy meats? How many times, indeed, had he come in? He knew, fifteen pounds ago, that he was putting on weight, but, that didn’t seem to stop him. He knew when he started having to suck in his gut to button his pants; he knew when his underwear clung tightly around his thighs and backside; he knew when his favorite button down wouldn’t close around his gut; but none of that, absolutely none of it, had stopped him. Each time, Stephen always swore to himself, he’d start a diet.  He’d start a diet, skip out on Mexican food, and lose the weight–but for some reason, each time he was up late studying, or just hanging out with his friends, he would come back. And not just come back, but stuff himself until he was absurdly full. A task which, as his gut had grown, required steadily more and more food to accomplish. Stephen realized, if anything, he was coming around more and more often. Stephen adjusted in his seat and stifled a belch, his small belly wobbling back and forth as his hips shifted. His stomach wasn’t aching as badly as it was earlier, he noted, and decided it was time to go. Stephen stood and, grabbing the tray which carried three empty plates of food, walked over to the trashcan to dispose of them. He took his empty drink to the soda fountain to top off before heading out, filling it back to the brim with a sugary soda and made his way to the exit. As he passed he register at the entrance, he gave a polite nod to the gentleman behind it–a usual night staff worker, Stephen had noticed. However, this time, a few feet from the door, he heard the cashier call out: “Hey, gordito.” Stephen didn’t speak a lick of Spanish, and he was some time from learning what the word meant, but, he knew it was for him. He turned around to face the cashier and asked as politely as he could, “Yes, sir?” The cashier smiled to himself. “How about some dessert?” Stephen’s stomach let out an audible gurgle, causing him to blush slightly and the cashier’s grin to spread a little wider. “What do you say? How about dessert to go, on the house?” Free food? Free dessert at that? Stephen grinned widely and gave a strong nod, unaware of the way his gut bobbled slightly along with his head. “Here you go,” said the cashier. He reached down under the counter briefly, and produced a small to-go box. This was something he clearly anticipated. Stephen approached the counter and took the box, and gave the cashier a pleasant thank you as he walked out the door. Returning to his dorm room, Stephen set the to-go box on his bed. He groaned quietly to himself and rubbed his gut, happy to have his roommate out for the week. As Stephen was standing up and preparing to undress, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His belly was visibly swollen with food and strained noticeably against his favorite tee-shirt. The shirt fit in an unflattering fashion. Stephen’s body had been swelling outward, pulling taught every formerly loose fold in its fit. To say it clung to him tightly was an understatement–It seemed to highlight the swelling of his torso, accentuating his protruding love handles. Stephen noticed this did the unfortunate work of pointing out exactly how much he had grown, as it left nothing to the imagination as to exactly how wide he was getting or by how much he was overflowing his shorts. It was glaringly obvious that his love handles had managed to not just rebel against the waist of his shorts, but to overtake it and swamp it in excess adipose. Bad as that was, worse still, Stephen thought, was at the apex of his belly. Each of his budding love handles swelled together toward the front of his gut, blossoming outward into a round, protruding gut which struggled so tightly against the shirt that an indentation was left where his navel was–an obvious place where fabric was not in direct contact with flesh. Stephen groaned pitifully to himself, noticing now that his shorts were still unbuttoned. The shirt managed to cover his gut, but only as much, and it left exposed to the world the evidence of his recent gluttony. He had walked how many blocks like this? Had seen how many people like this? He reached down under his gut and sucked in, tucking the button into its clasp before letting his stomach fall back out. It didn’t hurt as much as it had earlier, but, it seemed to hoist his gut higher and make it more pronounced. Stephen sighed, running his hands at the top of the largest curve. This was getting out of hand, Stephen thought to himself. It’s time to start that diet and get back into shape, his voice rang in his head confidently. Yes, Stephen was sure, the diet starts now. As Stephen turned around, however, his attention was caught by the small, styrofoam to-go box on his bed. Stephen looked down at the soft curve of his gut, then again at the to-go box. The diet would start tomorrow. He grinned to himself, already thinking about the taste of the delicious treat on his palette.  But, rather than start immediately, Stephen decided he wanted to at least be a little more comfortable. Sucking in his stomach yet again, Stephen reached down and unfastened the button for his shorts and slid them down his legs. His chunky thighs and well-filled buttocks appreciatively relaxed into the extra space, and were made more obvious by the fit of his mid-thigh boxer briefs. Deciding to leave his shirt on, for now at least, Stephen grabbed a clean fork from the sink and walked over to his bed, tugging his shirt down over his belly before sitting down. Stephen’s stomach gurgled again as he opened the to-go box, eyeing the fried morsel with a thick coating of sugar and honey. Sopapillas–his favorite. As Stephen cut off a corner with the side of his fork, he reminded himself that he wasn’t going against his diet, since he wouldn’t be starting that until tomorrow. He slid the bite into his mouth, and sighed contently as the sugar and honey dissolved onto his tongue. The sweet and savory morsel rolled about his mouth, the tastes becoming more intermingled as his teeth greedily gnashed away. This, Stephen thought, was worth it. His fork went back and shoveled another, larger bite into his waiting maw. Bite after bite, the pastry before him was turned into a gnash of fried bread and sugar, and swallowed into his waiting gut. Stephen eagerly scraped the remaining sugar and honey from the sides of the box, lifting as much of it as possible back to his mouth. Finally, after a euphoric few minutes, Stephen’s fork came up completely empty, and only filled his mouth with a trademark metallic taste. Stephen let out a sigh, half content, and half disappointed that his treat had been finished. Stephen closed the box and set it down at his side. He let out a little belch, sighed again contently, and then lightly placed a hand on the top of his gut as it rested in his lap. Stephen looked back down at the box, a little disappointed. Tomorrow his diet would start, and that would mean no more sopapillas and no more nights of mexican food. Stephen looked down at the swell of his gut again, though, and was reminded of why that may not be such a bad thing. After all, Stephen didn’t want to get fat. This was, Stephen knew, his last sopapilla for a long time. Resigned, Stephen sighed and stood up to walk the to-go box to the trash can. He reached down and picked up the box, only to discover that it was heavier than he remembered. Confused, Stephen opened the box again and to his surprise found not just one, but two sopapillas inside. Stephen blinked. “The fuck?” were the only words he could audibly muster. He could remember eating the last one just less than five minutes ago. Not only could he remember it, he could still make out the lingering taste of the sopapilla on his tastebuds. Despite Stephen’s confusion, his stomach came to one conclusion:  it growled audibly, and Stephen began to salivate. Shrugging his shoulders, Stephen sat back down on his bed. “Must’ve been three in there and I missed them somehow.” Aware that this was a shitty explanation, Stephen didn’t really care. As the growl of his stomach and the smile creeping over his lips explained he already knew what he wanted:  more dessert. Sitting back down on his bed and picking up his fork again, Stephen wet his lips in anticipation. Stephen brought down his fork on the flaky, gooey pastry, and smiled wider as the utensil crushed through it, forcing excess honey to ooze around it. As his stomach issued another quiet grumble, Stephen slopped the morsel in the excess sweet, sticky honey and brought it to his lips. Slipping the morsel into his mouth, Stephen again let out a content sigh. The gooey mixture of bread, honey, and sugar dissolved on his tongue, and he swallowed strongly, feeling the slop of sweetness plop into his waiting stomach. Stephen reached for his fork and rapidly shoveled in another few bites until the first pastry was gone. Despite his earlier binge, Stephen was suddenly racked with a renewed sense of hunger. His primal urge turned on the remaining sopapilla, and Stephen, uninterested in wasting time, set the fork down on the nearby counter and reached in for the gooey treat with his hand. Stephen sopped the flaky pastry in the excess honey and sugar left in the container and, to his own surprise, brought the whole pastry to his mouth. Stephen wet his lips, then opened his maw wide as he stuffed in the pastry until his cheeks visibly puffed out around the food his mouth contained. Stephen bit down, his teeth tearing through the pastry as his lips became covered in sticky honey. Stephen groaned happily as his jaw flexed, trying to subdue the pastry into a chewable mash. He swallowed a little bit at a time, feeling a slow trickle of honey, bread, and sugar down his gullet until finally, the last of it landed in his greedy stomach. Before he knew it, Stephen had shoveled what was left of the second sopapilla into his mouth and began to chew. Closing the lid on the box, Stephen set it at his side again, and placed both hands on either side of his gut. Stephen leaned back against the nearby wall and tilted his head up gently, swallowing, as his hands began to lightly massage his gut. Stephen’s stomach gurgled audibly as he massaged it, trying to break down the pastries into usable calories. Stephen was content before, but now, as his stomach gurgled again, he wanted more. He wanted more, but, gently squeezing the side of his gut, Stephen reminded himself that what he needed was a diet. Especially now, Stephen thought, after three helpings of dessert. “God,” he groaned, before stifling a belch, “I can’t keep doing this. I’ll turn into a fucking pig.” Stephen’s stomach protested; it gurgled slightly, and Stephen caught himself struck with hunger again. “God damn it, why the fuck am I hungry again? I just ate,” he groaned, perplexed by the sudden insatiability of his appetite. It had never been like this before. Out of the corner of his eye, Stephen again noticed the to-go box. As the hunger ebbed away at his sense of self-control, Stephen caught himself wondering. If last time, there was more, then, maybe… No. Stephen stopped himself and shook his head–even if there was, for some godawful reason, it was no excuse. He was on a diet, and he was going to lose weight and that was that. Stephen looked down at his gut again with a renewed sense of embarrassment, and strengthened his resolve. But, from within, his hunger whispered, “I did say the diet starts tomorrow… and it’s definitely not tomorrow.” He eyed the to-go container again, “Do you think?” the voice in his head asked. “Maybe,” came the same voice in reply. As his hunger rose again, so did the intensity of his desires. Stephen unconsciously smacked his tongue in his mouth, sopping up whatever microscopic leftovers of its sugary treat it could still find. “Maybe,” Stephen thought to himself, and his hunger firmly commanded, “Check again.” Without lifting the box, Stephen flipped the top on the to-go box to find to his surprise, another two sopapillas just as decadent as the last ones. “What is going on here,” Stephen spoke aloud to no one in particular. He removed both hands from his stomach and lifted the to-go box to his face, the scent of the pastries hit his nose hard, almost like they had been freshly baked. Stephen’s round stomach let out a loud gurgle, as the hunger pains returned to rack his body again. Groaning, Stephen tried to control himself. “I don’t need to eat–I don’t want to get fat.”. Stephen whined, placing his hands on his abundant gut, trying to ground himself. Alas, from deep within, came the voice. “Eat.” Stephen reached in with his hand and picked up one of the pastries and stuffed as much of it into his mouth until his cheeks visibly strained. They puffed out hard on either side, and Stephen struggled to keep his mouth closed as he chewed. He tilted his head back again, lips smacking as his jaws worked to turn the treat into something more manageable. Bit by bit, the sugary treat slid down the back of his throat and sloshed into his stomach. Stephen’s stomach gurgled as he reached for the second sopapilla to repeat his gluttony. As he smooched the chewy pastry into his waiting mouth again, Stephen felt contentment spread across his body even as his stomach’s hunger seemed to deepen. In what was going to be the last moment Stephen’s willpower held up, he closed the lid and swallowed hard as he wiped powdered sugar from his lips. Through shocked, heavy breaths, Stephen’s fear grew, even as his hunger creeped upon the fringes of his psyche. “No–” Stephen groaned, “I can’t get fat.” Fear creeping up within him, both hands flew to his stomach as the hunger returned. “Eat,” came a deep, resounding voice which he could not quite place. “You’re hungry,” it echoed again. “No, I–ugh.” Stephen tried to calm himself, and his hunger, but to no avail. “Eat.” “I–” “Eat.” “Fuck. Why am I so hungry?” Stephen eyed his gut, stuffed with food and rolling slightly into his lap. Hunger hit him again, and Stephen groaned along with his stomach. All thoughts of the diet left Stephen’s head. With another loud growl from his gut, Stephen gave in. Whatever force had been within him since he started college, slowly nagging him to glut himself more and more often, finally won over. The unnamed whisper that had been in his ear when he noticed how his stomach was outgrowing even his roomiest shirts; the soothing voice that urged him after two full orders, to consume another; the voice that lulled him when he noticed the rising curve of his ass; at last, the monster that waited until its prey was ready before moving in for the kill had finally pounced. Stephen grasped at the container, opened it, and crammed another sopapilla into his mouth as the process which had been transforming him the last few months suddenly accelerated six-fold. Stephen moaned at the release of finally answering his unforgiving hunger, almost thrilled to bloat himself up further. His body answered in the only way it could:  swelling–advancing; his body visibly bloated outward, inch by inch, pound by pound. Stephen smacked his lips, stuffing in another pastry–closing the lid, and preparing to find more.  He lost himself in the flavors:  sweet honey, oil, and sugar flooding his mouth and falling into his gut. Munch, much, smack, swallow. Swell. His lovehandles rose, oozing out around him and fighting the thin, cotton shirt that stood between them and open air. As they grew, fat further pooled into his gut and the indentation of Stephen’s navel grew more prominent. Above, his chest began to pad even further, the softness behind his nipples forcing them to protrude visibly against the shirt. Stephen opened the box, and gluttonously crammed another pastry into his maw; powdered sugar and honey covered his lips, which he sumptuously licked clean. Much, much, smack, swallow. Swell. Beneath him, Stephen’s ass ripened and the twin globes rounded further against the underwear that stopped fitting him ten pounds ago. As his thighs thickened with fat and spread out to his sides, Stephen unconsciously shifted his legs so that they were farther apart as he aggressively crammed more sopapilla into his mouth. Smack, chew, swallow. Swell. The bloating belly grew by the minute, and with an almost cartoonish ‘fhwip’ forced his shirt to suddenly roll up to just below his growing moobs. His bloating gut rolled triumphantly into his lap as fat further pooled along his sides. The shirt could only cover Stephen’s growing breasts, and at the rate he was growing, not for very long. Both breasts filled and began to overfill, stretching both his sensitive nipples and the thin fabric. Stephen’s ass and lovehandles aggressively bloated outward as he gorged, his fattening body fighting desperately against the waist of the boxerbriefs. There was a sound that caught Stephen’s ear–a slight pop. What? Stephen blinked briefly, suddenly aware of himself. He swallowed the bit of pastry left in his mouth, and as Stephen looked down at the fat gut advancing rapidly across his thighs, he was treated to the most unusual of choruses: A rapid, successive ‘pupupopop’ as the stitches which held his body in gave way all at once. Stephen’s breasts fell, heavy and fat atop his swelling gut, and his thighs bulged outward and met in the middle, as two waves crash into one another. Stephen’s gut bulged outward, swamping his lap to mid-thigh. “Holy shit,” Stephen said aloud, even as his stomach groaned. “Oh fuck, what is happening to me?” Even filled with fear, Stephen was unable to stop himself and he reached again for more dessert to cram into his waiting maw. Stephen’s heart throbbed and leapt into his throat, even as he stuffed more food into his mouth. I can’t stop–the thought occurred to him as he chewed unwillingly, hunger dominating him. Oh God, I can’t stop. Stephen watched his body steadily inch outward as he continued to stuff himself, unable to rend himself from the force controlling him. Stephen groaned as he swallowed again. Pound after pound pooled into his gut as it steadily inched along his lap, threatening to encroach on his knees. It sat atop his thighs like a heavy, sagging mass that swelled readily along its circumference, wrapping around Stephen in thick lovehandles. At its crest was Stephen’s navel, now puckered by the thick, soft fat pooling behind it. “Oh fuck,”  was the only thought Stephen could muster between bites. Every time he could tear himself away from the treats long enough to touch his body it was  somehow softer, and always more of it. Stephen’s thighs were easily the size of his former waist, and his ass billowed below him, swelling his frame wider even has his gut bloated him outward. Stephen was having a harder time adjusting himself on his bed as more and more fat fought to find its way into him. Stephen struggled to shift his legs farther apart, even as he unwittingly lifted more of the pastries to his mouth. “Oh no no no no–”  he spread his thighs wider and inched farther back; he felt the weight of his body sway back and forth, as though he were swimming in a sea of himself. Stephen finally hit the back of the bed and opened his thighs as wide as he could,allowing his gargantuan belly to spill forth into the gap like an incoming tide. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,”  Stephen groaned, unable to stop himself from cramming more food into his mouth even as terror gripped him. Reaching with one hand, he struggled against the fat mound of his breast to try and reach the front of his stomach–just something to reassure himself that he hadn’t gotten that big yet–but found himself unable. Just out of reach, his navel perched the crest of his gut and, almost teasingly, inched further from reach. Stephen fell back against himself, exasperated, terrified, and almost to the point of tears. Finally, Stephen’s fear was enough to rend him from the invisible grip of his hunger, and he dropped the box. It fell to the floor, now well out of reach at his size, and two fresh sopapillas rolled out of it. Stephen’s stomach gave one last groan before the hunger finally faded, leaving Stephen and his massively overfed form to deal. Stephen began to sob quietly to himself as he began to explore his new body–below him, most of the twin fold-out bed was covered by his width and in front of him, his massive gut sagged heavily between his thickened thighs, topped by round breasts with stretched, sensitive nipples. Stephen once again tried to reach both hands to his front, but found that his attempts to touch his hands only resulted in squeezing the fat of his gut further into his own body. The fat oozed against his arms, and they remained out of reach of one another. “Hey, gordito–what did you think was going to happen?” Stephen’s grief was briefly interrupted by panic, as the cashier suddenly appeared in front of him. Stephen gasped as, almost affectionately–or was it sadistically?–that the cashier stepped forward and placed his hand on the crest of Stephen’s belly. Stephen knew exactly how to react. “YOU FUCKING ASS. WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING FIX THIS!” The cashier continued to only grin. “Gordito, I didn’t do this–I just gave you desert. You–you did this. And I’m willing to bet…” Stephen’s anger overflowed within him, but, suddenly, a familiar feeling returned to him. Stephen’s massive gut unleashed another groan, and Stephen felt the pangs of hunger again begin to ebb his consciousness. “You’ve got… to be… kidding me…,” Stephen groaned between breaths, exasperated, as he surveyed the cashier. Grin spread wide, the cashier bent over and picked up the pastries and the box which had fallen to the floor. “See, Gordito? This is what you are.” The cashier reached forward and gave Stephen’s gut a smack, watching the wave ripple throughout his overfed form. As if to answer, the gut unleashed another growl. “A lard-ass. A genuine, overfed fat-ass.” “Now,” the cashier stepped forward and Stephen tried to pull away, only to find himself pinned by his belly and the wall. Stephen began to panic again as the hunger got stronger, and the cashier got closer. Before him stood a graceful predator, and he was the fattened gazelle.