Subliminal SSBBW - a second person POV rapid weight gain short story - y*utube autoplay funnels some subliminals into your sleeping ears with unintended and extremely fattening results
(rapid weight gain, magic weight gain, ssbbw, eventual immobility, short story, second person pronouns)
Okay, so you're not entirely sold on whether these things work or not, but fuck it, you think, there's no harm in trying. There's easily hundreds of thousands of subliminal videos to choose from, rain sounds and songs and silence that supposedly give you bigger boobs, attract your twin flame, help you lose weight. However, what you're interested in is wider hips and a bigger ass, some curves on your twiggy figure like a non-surgical (and free) BBL, and luckily there are plenty of audios catering to your exact desires.
You decide to start with a booster to really supercharge your results — if you see any, that is. It's a silent one that promises to give you instant results and heighten your sensitivity to subliminal suggestions. Queued up for after is a short video promising the fuller figure of your dreams. You leave it on in the background while you scroll your social media feed in the small overlapping window, laying your head down on your pillow in the dark of your bedroom.
As it turns out, you've massively misjudged how tired you are. Before long, the words begin to blur on the screen, your heavy eyelids sliding shut as you try to fight to like just a couple more posts with your precious free time before another long day of work arrives, but to no avail.
It feels like barely any time has passed, like you've only blinked, so you don't know how long you've been out for. Long enough that your phone is still subliminal-ing away in your hand, now onto the sound of rain and distant thunder. With a groan, you stretch and tuck your hand back under the blanket, moving to wrap your arm around your slender middle for warmth — only either your middle isn't slender or it isn't yours. Your exploring palm meets softness, roundness that's unfamiliar under your fingers.
Groggily, you sit up to click the lamp on and look down at yourself, blinking in confusion as your blurry gaze snags on thick thighs that press together though your knees are apart. The oversized t-shirt you were wearing is now a crop top that allows your plump belly to spill into your lap, the fabric straining against your huge tits, your new back rolls, your swollen arms — none of which you had when you fell asleep. With a difficulty that you're unused to, you struggle to heave yourself out of bed and waddle over to the mirror, thighs rubbing, fat jiggling all over.
The reflection that greets you is almost unrecognisable, but plain as day, there sits your face with new puffy cheeks and a thick double chin. Christ, you must weigh three hundred pounds. Experimentally, you play with your new body, sinking your fingers into doughy flab so you know you're not dreaming, twisting and turning to see how huge you've become. At least you have a bubble butt and wide hips that wobble with every step you take back from the mirror — you just hadn't expected your whole body to fill out to the point that you're struggling to fit all of yourself into frame.
As you drink it all in, you begin to realise you're still growing, slowly swelling fatter and fatter. You try to tug down the t-shirt you used to be swimming in and it barely covers your deepening navel. Gradually, it begins to roll back up to rest under your tits and when you try to tug it down again, it barely moves from the pressure of all your fat stretching it taut. After a few minutes you realise that you must be another hundred pounds heavier, and then you realise the room is silent except for your own panting breaths. The rain sounds have stopped, but your descent into morbid obesity hasn't.
You waddle back over to the bed to lift your phone, making the poor wooden frame creak as you plop your enormous ass down on the mattress. Fumbling to open the app with your sausage fingers, you figure out what's happened. The booster you selected played — and worked, clearly very well — then your BBL BUBBLE BUTT WIDER HIPS | INSTANT RESULTS GUARANTEED played… and then it's automatically gone onto bbw transformation ♡ extreme weight gain ♡ disclaimer in desc and from there onto another called powerful ssbbw transformation + self love | listen once | 432hz.
You open the description of the audio you've paused, the SSBBW transformation, and read through the affirmations that you're apparently so susceptible to that you're literally inflating with lard before your eyes. Oh… oh, shit, you are absolutely fucked, because the affirmations are things like I am so fat that it's difficult to move; I am permanently morbidly obese and I never want to be thin again; I am so fat that it droops down over my elbows; and my hips are so wide, it's hard to get through doorways. Further down, it also includes: I have always wanted to be fat; I am so grateful to live in my fat dream body; I will respect my fat body by filling my belly with as much food as I can at every opportunity; I will never allow myself to be hungry again; and I love and accept my super-sized body. It then occurs to you that you probably shouldn't have read all that because if hearing it does this to you, then-
The thought flickers and winks out, replaced by pure acceptance of your new reality. You must weigh just over four hundred pounds. Tiny, really. Judging by how much you've gained and how much of the audio you have to finish, you should weigh six hundred pounds by the end of it, and there's not a doubt or a worry in your mind as you settle down into the groaning bed and feel yourself puff out in every direction, rubbing your belly until you can barely reach it anymore. Your t-shirt tightens briefly until it bursts off as your side rolls push your huge arms out, even your calves creasing and sagging to crown your swollen feet; and with each pound and roll and cellulite dimple, you fall deeper in love with your massive lard-filled form.
