“Tale of The Handsome Woodcutter”
Chris, the young, muscular, and handsome woodcutter, was the apple of many people's eyes. With his cropped blonde hair, tanned skin, and strapping build, there was little doubt that he was the stuff of every woman's wet fantasies. His muscular, hairy chest and chiseled abs were exposed as he stripped, wet on a sweltering summer day, with beads of sweat running down his brawny silhouette. His low-hanging jeans flashed a dampened red underwear waist band that peeked through them and accentuated his obscenely turgid manhood, which tightly coiling behind those rigid zippers as it bounced between his powerful thighs. His muscular bubble butt was even more breathtaking, pushing up and out as if begging for attention, barely contained by his skin-tight, faded blue jeans fabrics as he stood while wiping his sweats.
One admirer in particular has been watching Chris from afar in the woods for months. He, on the other hand, had a different kind of desire, a deviant one. Especially after the day when Chris' strained bulge-hugging jeans revealed a tantalizingly taut ass, with "Visible Manty Lines" indentations that carelessly accented the rotund contours whenever he moved, emphasizing his sensual manly curves. As his throbbing need for Chris consumed him, his admirer could feel himself blushing beneath Chris' smug gaze.
This admirer was a homosexual with a fetish for athletic men ballooning beyond morbid obesity, and he had a long-awaited secret plan to transform Chris from a straight, handsome, cocky hunk into an unrecognizable obese figure who is docile and only lustful for food and sex. This admirer was determined to humiliate and humble Chris as much as possible by exploiting Chris's own pride, desires, and temptations.
The admirer set his plan into motion one day, and he invited Chris to his Gingerbread House, deep in the woods, for a night of work. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to get paid handsomely for a simple stint, Chris accepted the invitation. Little did he know, the admirer's plan was far from innocent.
Once he finished his labor, the admirer then offered him a plate of tantalizing cream-filled donuts and a tall glass of milk as refreshments for his hard work. The aroma of the doughnuts tempts him to sample them, even though he doesn't enjoy indulging in opulent sugary delights as an athlete. Before biting into the donut with a cute grin, the sweaty hunk downed the full glass of milk. His chiseled face was then unceremoniously covered with thick, warm, sticky white cream as he boyishly bit into the hot buns, which made him look like fresh cum oozing down from your typical slutty-jock toy boy. Unknown to Chris, the seductive cream he had was laced with specific substances meant to cause him to gain weight swiftly and excessively. After Chris started eating, it was difficult for him to stop. He started eating more and couldn't stop! There were sweets waiting for him wherever he went in the house, and each one tasted better than the previous.
Before he knew what was happening, Chris was already getting heavier and thicker, and though he had grown embarrassed over his greedy face covered in a mess of dripping syrup and cream, he was powerless to stop himself. As his jeans grew even tighter, he could feel the fabric straining against his body like an elastic band. He felt the pressure against his waist and buttocks, making it difficult to move or breathe. He kept digging into the cakes and donuts, while his tight jeans finally made sounds of rupture and tearing. His once-washboard abs are now inflated, taking on a portly spherical shape, stretching out his white singlet as his navel hair begins to protrude beneath the expanding blubber. As his jeans grew even tighter, it wasn't long before the seams around his enormously rotund butt became increasingly strained and eventually began to split. Suddenly, as he gave off a loud burp, "RRRR...IP!" the seams abruptly fully tore open, revealing a firey red bikini-cut brief mount that was clinging so tightly to the portly contours of his inflating buttocks as it rose further every minute like a pair of sponge cakes in an oven!
Chris was becoming increasingly embarrassed as his butt and crotch grew larger and plumper. Finally, as he broke free from this spellbinding gluttonous rampage, he limped out of the Gingerbread House, struggling to take even one step due to his new hefty belly and his burgeoning, thick thighs, which he wasn't used to.
His admirer watched in delight from a hidden spot. Chris' transformation was even more dramatic than he had imagined it would be. His prized butt and his manly abs in his tight white singlet were both long gone, ballooning obscenely every minute. His once-chiseled and handsome face had taken on a fat double chin and chubby cheeks, just as his once-muscular arms and legs were now porking up nicely.
Streams of sweat began rolling down his back onto his splayed ass cheeks, highlighting the new steep contours to its roundness. A tiny puddle of water at the end of each crack between those soft mounds has now formed. The shock was too much for his mind to handle, so he just stood there dumbfounded as his body continued to grow fatter. Burgeoning flesh began tearing apart the remaining seams of his signature tight jeans, as fresh chubby flesh jutted out of all the gaping torn holes. The admirer did nothing but grin and watch.
But what was most impressive was his enormous protruding groin, which abruptly burst through his shredded denim zipper, sending rivet buttons flying out like bullets! Sprung up his now inflated fat penis as it wobbled and grew out through the elasticity of his tight briefs, until it was fully exposed! His huge boner had expanded to more than three times its original size and stood at full mast in a wide, thick mushroom head that jutted sharply out from the base of his swollen shaft, pointing straight up into the air with an alarming upward angle, squirting his load as it felt aroused by his own expanding fat body caressing against his tattered, tight jeans.
"AAAAAAAh!" he loudly moans for a moment in ecstasy. "Wait… Ugh, what the…?" Chris exclaimed in shock as he wiped his forehead with his now stubby, fat fingers as he looked down at himself, unable to believe his eyes. "Mmf!... my jeans!" he said as he prodded his fingers, examining the swelling. He could not help but feel ashamed and guilty that his junk was now so massively swollen. His admirer gasped excitedly, watching him waddle around in his burst-out jeans while his huge, swollen cock flopped about with its thick, inflating head poking out of his fly. "It's finally happening; I've been waiting months for him to transform into a big, chubby himbo!" the admirer proudly sniggers.
Chris' body began to resemble that of an obese person who ate too much junk food—and not the kind of junk food you'd eat at a fancy restaurant either. The fat seemed to be oozing out of him, making him look like someone who was about to explode.
Chris managed to completely escape, and though it was hard going, eventually he managed to get away and make his way back home as he grew fatter and fatter, panting through the woods, leaving a tattered trail of his remaining skimpy-looking jeans as they peeled off his now butterball torso. He finally made it to his town, gasping through the streets in nothing but his now pitiful, overstretched red bikini-cut briefs, which now resemble a puny thong wedge to his enormous globular ass. His back was sweaty from running so much; he could feel droplets of sweat trickle down between his butt cheeks, making them all slippery like jello.
Then all of a sudden he starts burping, his gut producing a gluttonous grumble, begging to be fed once more. "BBBURP! ...UGH, what the heck?" he muttered to himself. With another burp, his tiny red briefs finally gave way, bursting into tiny pieces like elastic bands! "Whoa! ...Had they shrunk?" he thought, because they were drenched in sweat from his journey back to town. His enormous tummy now bounces around in a symphony of his jiggling moobs as he stalks crazily to the house of his sweetheart while completely naked.
When he finally arrives, he hunches down on his pudgy knees, gasping for air, only to discover that his bulbous, distended belly was obstructing his view of his feet, save for his enormous, fat penis, which was erected and protruding from beneath it. "AARGH? "What the hell?" he muttered in shame. He screamed for his fiancée at her window, denying his obesity and dismissing it as bloating from too many sugary pastries he had earlier. He'd been so completely altered by the macabre transformation that even his own girlfriend didn't recognize him; all she saw was his gargantuan butt starring back at her through the window. He was now a grossly disproportioned man, unrecognizable to any and all who had once known him in his heyday.
Chris reluctantly waddled back home in his birthday suit due to his handsome man's ego, despite his extreme obesity. He made no further attempt to persuade his girlfriend that it was him she saw through her window. To deal with his humiliation, he turns to food, gaining even more weight as a result of his newly discovered gluttonous hunger.
One quiet summer night, the sounds of crickets mating were periodically interrupted by Chris gulping and munching in his house. A shadow of a man walks down the town streets and stops right in front of Chris’s door. When Chris heard the knock on his door, he climbed out of bed to answer it, and there was the ever-obsessive gay admirer at his door steps.
Chris unwittingly unlocked the door for him, gradually revealing himself as well as astonishes the admirer as a humongous, naked jiggling blimp as the door slowly slides open. His oversized, distended belly greets the opening door, which seems too small for the door frame, battling in his new jaw-dropping "voluptuous" physique! His only distinguishing feature was a pair of tight red bikini-cut briefs that sparingly stretched over his enormous waistline, the "XXXL" size tag still dangling on its side, indicating that they were a new pair that he must have carelessly slid into before answering the door. Peeking out from beneath his hairy fat pad was a gargantuan groin, which the briefs barely did a sufficient job of concealing given the sheer size of his turgid manhood.
The admirer knew that Chris still exudes the allure of the athletic man he once was, and by donning his beloved scantly red bikini-cut briefs and prancing around his apartment like the Adonis lumberjack he once was, he appears to be in denial of his monster craving hunger and roly-poly physique. But, unlike those typical flabby obese men, every luscious fold of pouting fat on his massive body appears solid and tight because it was just recently added to his already broad and firm frame. There is no doubt that this hottie has gone to seed after observing the size of his obscenely massive glutes, which jiggle like jelly as they are precariously contained by his overstretched, newly purchased briefs.
The admirer was then greeted with Chris' erected, tubby penis, which was bouncing in the doorway. He was pouting and horny, consuming mountains of cream pastries that were strewn across his bed. The cum-filled Kleenex wipes that have been left all over the place reveal that he used to be a chic magnet, but is now a defeated, lonely, and horny obese man.
The straight young man has been perpetually sexually aroused by the rippling fat that caresses his balls and dick while he binge-eats doughnuts to the brim ever since the incident where he burst out of his legendary skin-tight jeans back at the Gingerbread House. The wicked admirer knew right then and there that it was his turn to fulfill this handsome, recently-grown prized pig's unsatisfied sexual needs as his new boy toy.
Chris had no idea what was in store for him. The gay admirer began touching his tight, round belly, but in his state of “blue balls”, he was more curious than wary and didn't object to his advances. He discovered a novel and unexpected pleasure unlike anything he had ever known. The gay admirer wrapped his hands around Chris's wet midsection, sensing the rippling fat emanating from his voluptuously taut stomach.
The gay admirer savored every moment, running his hands up and down the handsome man's gargantuan physique as his tongue explored his neck hidden under his chubby double chins folds and down to his succulent moobs as he licked Chris's erected fat nipples. "Hmm... aah... what the?" "Bh..but I’m into chicks. Ah. Ah... "Ah, hmm," moans the handsome fatso as his cascading fat wobbles. Simultaneously pushing the enormous young man on his back, he kissed and licked his way down to the prize that was poking out like a pole behind his tight new red bikini briefs.
The gay admirer wrapped his lips around Chris's throbbing member, feeling the warmth emanating from it as he tasted the salty essence of his desire. His tongue explored every inch, taking the young man to a level of pleasure that he had never experienced. His throbbing fat dick grew even larger, thrusting out like a huge red tent as tiny ripping sounds began to drum out the inevitable. Loud snap! The frail briefs popped open like a champagne cork! Every sucking, licking, and touching from the gay admirer drove Chris further into a state of ecstatic bliss as he uncontrollably squirted immense jets of white cum while tiny shattered shreds of his red briefs serenaded like confetti on his enormous fat pad.
The randy admirer had bent him over backwards, face down, fiercely groping his ballooned ass, and began ravenously kneading the sweaty, gigantic mounts. The admirer smiled as his fingers vanished, sinking into the enormous, blubbery flesh with each clutch. Finally, he mercilessly rammed his cock into Chris' virgin asshole with the force of a lumberjack driving a log into the side of a mountain of lard. As he screamed in protest, a large pile of cream donuts was shoved into his gaping mouth! With sugary foam on his lips, he knew he'd been defeated yet again.
His large, well-fed body was put through its paces as his gay admirer took him on a feverish and passionate journey of multiple orgasms, rigorous and deep bondage, and much more. The renowned gay lover had unleashed a wave of dark fantasies, perpetual and breathtaking sex play, and an induction into a world of new, hazardous, and carnal possibilities. Chris eventually becomes his beloved bedridden handsome fatso pig, always horny and hungry, with his oink squeals simply wanting to be fed and enjoyed by the gay lover. Once magnificently known as the handsome, masculine, and arrogant woodcutter Chris, he now continues to grow so morbidly obese that he is nothing but a massive glob of lard squealing in bed.
