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Anyone else see a before and after of a sexy fit guy whoâs grown into plump fatass and you feel disappointed⌠not because he gained weight, but because you had nothing to do with it?
Just me?
Officer Bradly went to the new doughnut shop near his precinct âDoughy Delightsâ, he was unafraid of being a typical stereotype of cops since he keeps his body tight, unlike his fellow officers who he playfully mocks.
After one bite of the doughnut, Officer Bradly notice that the filling was extremely delicious⌠but also very lardy. Just then, as heâs tasting the fatty substance, he feels a gurgle in his stomach. He rapidly swells with fat, his clothes tearing off and his once rock hard body becoming buried in blubber.
What was he going to tell his chief? Maybe heâll bring a doughnut to âsoftenâ the blow of his new obese body.
Yes I do look at your accounts when you interact with my page, Iâm nosy and want to see what kind of perverts like my stuff. Gotta say, not enough gainer content on some of your posts⌠tsk tsk
âIf you are going to take up that much space, you should have a good reason to need it.â A whisper he heard in the back of his mind, he then felt a warm tingle before his body swelled with fat almost instantly. His clothes couldnât take it, he was left an obese mess in his underwear. Although nobody seem to notice just yet, maybe he could play around with this new plush body.
He wished to be the largest man in the gym, but as his body started to swell with blubber he realized what had happened. âThatâs not what I meant!â He yelled as he became soft and pliable.
He had just gotten accepted into his collegeâs wrestling team, although what he didnât know that they needed some heavy weights. Once he confirmed his spot on the team, he swelled with blubber. Looks like heâll be needing a new singlet already.
đľâđŤ Someone please I need help again, thereâs a story about a guy who borrows his roommates laptop and and old man appears on the screen and the guy gets fat. I NEED to find it, itâs been on my mind for a couple months now and I cannot find it.
(Also are there any other active WG TF writers who donât do non-fiction?)
Prestonâs 18th Birthday Pt.2
Content Warning: Homophobic Slurs, Forced Weight Gain
The truck pulled into the driveway of the house Preston once called home. The suburban front lawn, perfectly trimmed and pristine, was a far cry from the trailer park slum they had just left. But something inside Preston had changedâhe didnât see this place the same way anymore. It felt sterile, clean to the point of being suffocating. He couldnât wait to see how his daddies would look rolling around in filth.
âAlright, boy. Time to split up,â Travis rumbled as he killed the engine. His deep Southern drawl oozed with pride as he smacked Prestonâs fat jiggly belly. "Iâll take care of one faggot, you take the other.â
Preston nodded as they exited the truck, his bloated body spilling out of his too-tight gym shorts and stained t-shirt. His skin glistened with sweat from the short walk to the house, but he didnât careâhe liked the feeling now. The stench of Travisâs trailer was all over him, a rancid musk that filled his nostrils and made his fat cock throb in his soaked briefs. He knew it would only get worse from here.
He waddled inside, his gut leading the way, leaving Travis to deal with one of his dads in the living room. Preston had his sights set on Vince, his adoptive father, who was always in the kitchen around this time. Prestonâs belly jiggled with every step, the weight of his transformation settling into his bones like it had always been there. The trailer park had changed him, but the change wasn't done.
He pushed open the kitchen door to see Vince standing by the counter, tapping on his phone. The sight of his dad made Prestonâs stomach growl, not from hunger, but from the anticipation of what was about to happen. Vince looked pristine, dressed in his usual light blue suit and pink button-down, looking like he was ready to entertain guests. His soft jawline and graying hair gave him an air of sophistication, the kind of gay dad who thrived on dinner parties and keeping up appearances.
But Vince didnât know what was coming for him.
âPreston?! Oh my God⌠Preston, what happened to you? We need to get you to a hospitalââ
Before Vince could finish the thought, his phone was ripped from his hand, and Preston slammed it down on the counter. âNo need for that, Daddy Vince,â Preston growled, his voice thick with the same Southern drawl as Travis. âIâm feelinâ better than ever.â
The musk rolling off Prestonâs body hit Vince like a brick wall. It was vile, a disgusting stench that made his eyes water and his stomach churn. But something about it was⌠intoxicating. Vinceâs hand trembled as he tried to reach for the phone again, but Preston was quicker, his fat fingers gripping the back of Vinceâs neck and pushing him toward the counter.
âYou ainât goinâ nowhere, Daddy,â Preston whispered into Vinceâs ear. âYouâre gonna join me⌠just like I did with Travis.â
Vince struggled, but his body felt weak against Prestonâs growing strength. His mind was hazy from the overpowering stink his son was giving off. His eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of it all. Preston had been a jockâa fit, handsome boy with the world at his feet. And now⌠now he was this bloated, slobbering pig.
Prestonâs hand reached for the tray of cupcakes that were meant for his birthday party, the colorful frosting catching Vinceâs eye for just a second before Preston shoved one into his mouth.
âMmmph!â Vince tried to protest, but Prestonâs grip was too strong. The cupcake forced its way down his throat, the sugary sweetness filling his mouth. He couldnât stop chewing, even though his mind screamed at him to fight back.
âThatâs it, Daddy⌠eat up,â Preston said with a cruel grin, his fat fingers grabbing another cupcake and shoving it into Vinceâs mouth. âTime for you to join the family tradition.â
As Vince choked down the cupcakes, something started to shift. His body betrayed him as his flat stomach began to bloat, the buttons on his pink shirt straining under the sudden pressure. His smooth skin rippled as fat began to accumulate, his once slightly defined chest turning into sagging moobs that jiggled with every forced bite.
âN-No⌠Preston, stop⌠I donâtââ Vinceâs voice was barely a whimper as another cupcake was shoved into his mouth.
Preston was relentless, forcing more and more cupcakes down his adoptive fatherâs throat. Vinceâs belly swelled, his love handles spilling over the waistband of his suit pants. His soft jawline puffed up, turning into a thick double chin that wobbled with every chew. His perfectly tailored pants ripped at the seams as his ass grew into a sagging mound of fat, jiggling obscenely as he tried to squirm away from his sonâs grip.
âLook at you, Daddy Vince,â Preston taunted, ripping off his dadâs suit jacket and throwing it to the floor. âYouâre becoming just like me. A fat, stinkinâ slob.â
The buttons on Vinceâs pink shirt finally gave way, popping off and flying across the kitchen as his swollen belly pushed forward. His gut was huge now, soft and jiggling with every movement. His bulge, once noticeable in his tight pants, had shrunk into a pathetic nub, barely a bump under the layers of fat that had taken over his body.
Vinceâs mind was slipping. The more Preston force-fed him, the harder it was to think. His once clear mind was clouded by the overpowering stench of his sonâs musk, and the sensation of his body swelling with fat. He could feel himself changingâhis mind dulling, his desires shifting. He didnât want to fight anymore.
âF-FuckâŚâ Vince muttered, his voice barely a slurred whisper as he leaned back against the counter, his now enormous belly resting on his thighs. âI⌠I feel so⌠disgustingâŚâ
Preston grinned, grabbing one last cupcake and shoving it into Vinceâs mouth. âThatâs the point, Daddy. Youâre one of us now.â
Vince moaned, his fat body trembling as he finished the cupcake, crumbs falling into the deep creases of his belly. His once clean and pristine self was gone, replaced by a bloated, stinking slob. His body was covered in sweat, the smell of his own filth mixing with Prestonâs musk.
Preston stood back, admiring his handiwork. Vince was unrecognizable, a far cry from the polished, sophisticated man heâd once been. Now, he was just another fat, greasy pig.
âWelcome to the family, Daddy,â Preston said with a sneer. âMy real daddy is taking care of Daddy Brent."
Travis lumbered up the stairs, each step creaking under his massive weight. The air of sophistication and cleanliness of the house made his skin crawl. It was far too pristine, too perfectânothing like the life he and Preston were now embracing. The putrid stench of his own body clung to him, a walking reminder of the filth he reveled in, and he couldnât wait to share it with Brent, Prestonâs other adoptive father.
He reached the top of the stairs and paused, catching sight of the bedroom door left slightly ajar. From inside, he could hear the sound of music softly playing, and the faint scent of cologne wafted into the hallway. Travis grinnedâthis was going to be fun.
He pushed open the door and stepped into the room, his massive bulk filling the space as his eyes landed on Brent. The man was standing in front of a mirror, adjusting his shirt, the top few buttons undone to reveal his muscular, hairy chest. Brent was the polar opposite of Vinceâwhere Vince was soft and well-dressed, Brent was a picture of rugged masculinity, with his bald head, thick beard, and toned body.
Brent turned around, startled by the intrusion. His sharp jawline tensed as he took in the sight of the hulking, sweaty man who had just entered his room.
âWho the hell are you?â Brent demanded, his voice firm, but there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He didnât recognize the grotesque man standing before him, but something about him seemed eerily familiar. Before Brent could press further, Travis let out a loud, wet fart that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.
The stench was instantaneous, a vile cloud of filth that filled the air and overwhelmed Brentâs senses. His eyes watered, and he gagged, stumbling back onto the bed in shock.
âJesus Christ⌠what the fuck is wrong with you?!â Brent gasped, his hands going to his nose as if that could block out the rancid smell. But it was no use. The stench clung to everything, and the room felt like it was closing in on him.
Travis chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made Brentâs skin crawl. âYouâre âbout to find out, boy,â he said, stepping closer to the bed. âThis is what happens when youâre part of our family.â
Brentâs head was spinning, the overwhelming odor and the dizzying sense of something being terribly wrong gnawing at him. His muscular chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath, but his strength was fading. It was like the air itself was thick with poison, draining him of his will to resist.
Travis loomed over Brent, placing his massive, sweaty hands on the manâs broad shoulders. âRelax, big guy,â he growled, his voice dripping with smugness. âYouâre gonna love this.â
Brent tried to pull away, but his body wasnât responding the way it should. The dizziness was growing worse, and the feel of Travisâs hands on his skin made his body tingle with an odd sensation he couldnât shake. Travis began massaging Brentâs shoulders, kneading the muscles with an unexpected gentleness, though the stink radiating off him never let up.
With every movement of Travisâs hands, Brent could feel his body changing. The definition in his abs, which he had worked so hard to maintain, began to soften, the firm ridges giving way to a layer of fat that bloated his once-toned stomach. His hairy chest, which had been one of his proudest features, began to sag, the muscles turning into soft, jiggling moobs that rested heavily against his torso.
âW-What⌠the fuckâŚ?â Brent groaned, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of what was happening to him. His sharp, bearded jawline began to blur, fat accumulating around his face until a thick double chin formed beneath his once-chiseled features. His designer button-down strained against the rapid expansion of his body, the fabric pulling tight as his belly swelled, and his love handles spilled over the sides of his pants.
âJust relax,â Travis grunted, his hands now moving lower, massaging Brentâs sides as his love handles plumped up even further. âYouâre turninâ into the pig you were always meant to be.â
Brentâs mind was a fog of confusion and disgust, but the worst part was⌠he couldnât fight it. The smell, the sensation, the sheer wrongness of it all was drowning out his ability to think clearly. His bulge, once noticeable and proud in his black dress pants, was shrinking into a pathetic nub, barely discernible beneath the growing mass of his fat gut.
The buttons on Brentâs designer shirt began to pop off one by one, unable to contain the rapidly expanding girth of his belly. His chest hair, which had once been thick and masculine, now looked out of place on his sagging moobs, the flesh jiggling with every slight movement. His dress pants ripped at the seams, the fabric tearing open to reveal his hairy, flabby thighs and sagging ass, which now jutted out like a mound of jello.
Travis grinned, stepping back to admire his handiwork as Brent collapsed onto the bed, his massive body too heavy to support anymore. âLook at you, boy,â Travis sneered. âYouâre nothinâ but a fat, filthy pig now.â
Brentâs mind was slipping, his thoughts clouded by the stench and the rapid transformation his body had undergone. He could feel the sweat pouring down his face, his body bloated and disgusting, but⌠there was a part of him that didnât care anymore. The stink that had once made him gag was now⌠familiar. Comforting, even.
Travis leaned down, his face inches from Brentâs, and let out another rancid fart, the sound echoing in the now-filthy bedroom. Brent barely flinched this time, his glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling as the room filled with the foul odor.
âYouâre one of us now,â Travis said, his voice low and commanding. âA fat, stinkinâ slob, just like Preston. Just like me.â
Brent moaned, the last of his resistance crumbling as his body gave in to the transformation completely. His designer clothes lay in tatters around him, his once-muscular frame now nothing more than a massive, jiggling mound of fat. The sharp features that had once made him so handsome were gone, replaced by rolls of flesh and a slack, dumb expression.
âGet used to it, boy,â Travis growled, patting Brentâs bloated belly with a satisfied smirk. âYouâre gonna be livinâ in filth from now on.â
Brent barely registered the words, his mind too far gone to process what had just happened. All he knew was that the life he had once known was over, and there was no going back.
Travis stood up, leaving Brent to wallow in his own filth as he headed back downstairs to check on Preston and Vince. The family was finally complete.
The living room felt different now, it was heavy, thick with the smell of sweat, musk, and filth. Travis stood at the center of it all, his massive arms crossed over his bloated gut, grinning with pride as he surveyed his handiwork. His family was complete, and there was nothing left of the pristine life that Prestonâs adoptive dads had once known.
Brent waddled down the stairs first, his designer shirt now nothing more than a few tattered pieces of fabric clinging to his flabby frame. His chest sagged, hairy moobs jiggling with every step, and his once sharp jawline had completely dissolved into a thick, quivering double chin. His eyes were glazed over, a dull look of submission and satisfaction etched across his face as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room.
Vince shuffled out of the kitchen soon after, his light blue suit bursting at the seams. His fat belly hung over the waistband of what was left of his pants, and his pink shirt had burst open, leaving his chest and stomach fully exposed. His hairy skin glistened with sweat, his body now a mountain of fat that jiggled and wobbled with every clumsy movement he made. Vinceâs face was slack, his double chin wobbling as he took in the sight of his new family with a dumb, contented grin.
Preston stood between his two dads, looking like a grotesque reflection of the man he had once been. His athletic build was gone, replaced by an even larger belly than his fathersâ, sagging moobs, and thick love handles that spilled out of his overstretched clothes. His eyes sparkled with a newfound joyâhe had embraced his transformation, and there was no turning back. The remnants of his old life were buried under layers of fat and the overwhelming stink of their new existence.
âLook at you boys,â Travis growled, watching as his creation unfolded before him. âAll fat, stinkinâ pigs, just like me. Ainât no goinâ back now.â
Vinceâs once smooth jawline was now buried under layers of fat, his double chin quivering as he leaned in to press his face against Brentâs hairy moobs. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his husbandâs sweat filling his nostrils and sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. Brent, in turn, let out a low, guttural moan as he squeezed Vinceâs bloated love handles, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
âFeels good, donât it?â Travis grunted, stepping forward to join his new family. He reached out, grabbing a handful of Prestonâs fat ass, the flesh jiggling beneath his grip. âThis is what you were always meant to be, boy. You and your daddies.â
Preston let out a shuddering moan as his dadâs words sank in. He felt complete, whole in a way he had never known before. His fat body was his new reality, and the stench that clung to him, the sweat that dripped down his rolls of flesh it was all part of the life he was meant to live.
Travis stepped back, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold before him. His family was finally complete, each one of them a bloated, stinking reflection of himself. He had turned them all into ignorant, rancid, obese, gainer pigs. And he couldnât be more proud.
Preston, Brent, and Vince continued to grope and explore each otherâs bodies, their hands sinking into the rolls of fat that now defined them. They were lost in their own world of filth and pleasure, their minds fully given over to the transformation. The remnants of their old lives had faded away, replaced by the primal, piggish existence they now embraced.
The sound of their moans and grunts filled the room as the family of slobs reveled in their new life.
The Blob
Content Warning: Rapid weight gain
Tyler stood outside the small theater, his hands in his pockets, squinting up at the marquee that proudly advertised the revival screening of the 1958 original "The Blob". As a fan of classic horror films and Halloween, he thought that seeing such a classic movie might be an interesting way to spend the evening. What surprised him wasnât just the fact that there was a line for such a niche film but he was surprised to see that tt wasnât the usual crowd of film buffs or horror nerds... it was a bunch of shirtless fat men.
At first Tyler had to blink and rub his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things, but no... the people in line were grotesquely and unapologetically fat men. Their massive bellies hung over their pants, soft and jiggling with every tiny movement. Some of them looked almost⌠content. They were more than just content, they were in bliss, rubbing and kneading their fat. Tyler watched as their fingers push into their fat bellies and soft moobs.
âJesus Christ,â Tyler muttered under his breath, trying to avoid looking at the freak show, but it was hard. The scene was bizarre. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, his lean frame almost embarrassingly out of place. His polo shirt was crisp, his khaki shorts neat and tailored, he was a toothpick compared to the slobs ahead.
One guy in particular who was standing right next to him caught Tylerâs attention, the dude was massive and easily over 300 pounds. The man's belly hanging down past his waist, his chest sagging with plump mounds of fat. The manâs eyes were half-lidded, a dumb, vacant grin plastered on his face as his fingers absentmindedly massaged his belly, making it ripple and jiggle.
"What the hell was going on here? Why were these guys here?" He leaned slightly toward the man, trying to get his attention.
âHey, man, whatâs going on here?â Tyler asked, trying to keep his voice casual. âWhy are there so many people like⌠uh, this?â He gestured vaguely, not wanting to offend but also clearly unnerved.
The obese man didnât respond or even look at Tyler, instead he let out a long, low groan of pleasure. As he continued to rub his fat belly, his hands sank deep into the soft pillowy flesh, his fingers brushing over the thick rolls with a kind of mindless obsession. His massive man tits jiggled slightly with every movement, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened across his doughy skin.
Tyler stepped back, wide-eyed and a little freaked out. âWhat the fuck?â he muttered under his breath. As Tyler looked around, the rest of the line was the same. Fat men everywhere, all of them playing with their fat. Tyler could even see that some were even drooling slightly, as if the very act of feeling their own flab was enough to send them into some kind of brainless trance.
Tyler shifted uneasily in line, the weirdness of the situation gnawing at his brain. His lean body felt out of place as every other guy in this line was a fat obsessed hog. He glanced down at his own flat stomach, still taut under the fabric of his polo shirt. A small comfort in the middle of this bizarre nightmare.
Thatâs when it started.
A tingling sensation like static electricity began creeping up his spine, sinking into his abdomen. He scratched absently at his side assuming it was just nerves, but it didnât go away. In fact, it intensified. A low buzz filled his head as his stomach felt like it was⌠was... pressing forward???
"What the fuck?"
His stomach was pushing against his shirt, a small but noticeable paunch that hadnât been there seconds ago. His fingers probed the soft flesh, confusion gripping him. âWhat the hell is going on?â his voice sounding shaky.
His stomach expanded further, stretching the fabric of his polo until it strained against his belly. His sides bulged outward, forming thick, fleshy love handles that pressed into the waistband of his khaki shorts. Tylerâs breath hitched as he felt his chest swelling too, the little definition he had, the faint outline of muscle, vanished beneath growing layers of fat. His chest puffed out, sagging, forming plump moobs that jiggled slightly with every breath.
No, no, no, noâŚ
His hands frantically pushed his body, trying to hold back the waves of blubber. His once sharp jawline softened as he sported a double chin that quivered with every movement. His ass sagged into a mound of fat that hung low, jiggling against the growing mass of his thighs.
When Tyler tried to speak the words came out jumbled and incoherent. His mind felt foggy, clouded with a strange, heavy feeling that dulled his senses. The more his body grew, the more the buzzing in his head grew louder, the feeling was drowning out any coherent thought.
A moan slipped past his lips as his fingers brushed over his now massive belly, the soft, jiggly flesh sending waves of pleasure through his dumbed-down brain. His belly was fat, pressing harder against his shirt, stretching the material until it finally ripped open. The the short tore off his now obese frame, it exposed the full, wobbling mass of his gut. His khaki shorts were next, leaving him standing in nothing but tighty whiteys that barely clung to his widening body.
Tylerâs mind was almost completely gone by now, his thoughts replaced by one overwhelming obsession: his belly. He couldnât stop touching it, couldnât stop jiggling the fat that had once been foreign but now felt so right. He was like the men in line, no longer a lean, smart young man. Tyler had become a dumb, slobbering mass of flesh, consumed by the simple pleasure of feeling his fat jiggle beneath his fingers. Tyler had become "The Blob".
I was rewatching the show IZombie when I noticed that the actor who plays âDetective Cavanaughâ gained some weight throughout seasons 2-4. Look at how plump he got.
Cursed Pigs
Content Warning: Incest, Weigh Gain, Homophobia, Misogyny
Mason was about to go on a date with his girlfriend, he sent a snap to his story to show off his body. Mason was a sophomore in college, he loved to workout, heâs the type of man who could easily steal your girlfriend.
Mason was an arrogant asshole who didnât care who he was mean to, he was as homophobic as it gets, genuinely being disgusted by gay men. If any girl he dated had a gay best friend heâd force her to drop him, and theyâd always listen because he was extremely good in bed. He hated fat people the most, found fat women to be disgusting and fat men to be pathetic. He learned all of this from his father of course, who he was on his way to visit for Labor Day weekend. His father was a muscular daddy type, if Mason had been in his 40s they could be twins.
He couldnât wait to meet his dad for Labor Day, he and his father and they were planning on going camping. Mason had gotten home and called out for his dad. â
âDad! Iâm home!â Mason walked into the living room where the tv was on and his dad was in his cushioned arm chair, but his dad looked different. His dad had become fat, his once muscular body had been covered in blubber. There was a thick musk in the room, and he was just in underwear that had been clearly stained with cum and piss.
âDad what the fuck happened to you, when did you become a fatass?!â Masons dad said nothing, instead he let out a rank fart. Frrrrrbbbbttt. âOh god dad that reeks!â Mason didnât realize what was on the tv, it was playing a weird sound and as Mason looked closer there were fat fags feeding each other with junk food. âDad what the fuck are you watching?? Whatâs wrong with you!â As Mason yelled his minds started to feel numb, he started watching the TV and taking his shirt off.
A drip of drool started to fall from Mason mouth as he watched the fat men stiff each other with doughnuts, cake and burgers. He watched as the fat men started getting fatter, he was feeling hungry. âD-dad⌠whatâs happening?â His dad continued to stay silent as he rubs his stinky crotch. Masons body started to soften, all of the hard work he had put into his muscles was being wasted.
The softening of his body continued, a feeling that was foreign to Mason. âYouâre started to look good, boyâ Masons father finally said something, his voice had gained a southern twang, which made no sense since they were from Jersey. Mason had a hard time getting his words out, he tried really hard to protest, but his cock was starting to stiffen.
âDa- daddy please⌠whatâs happening?â Masonâs belly started to hang over his waistband, his chest was quickly becoming plump moobs. His v-line has become a u-line. âI-Iâm getting fat⌠daddy why am I talking l-like a fag-gotâŚâ Mason grabbed his fattening belly, causing him to moan.
Masons body began to become covered in body hair, where he use to shave regularly, now he looks like heâs never seen a razor. A piercing formed into his nipple, his dad got up and tugged on it. âSmell my musk, boyâ Masonâs daddy groped his moobs and played his with sons growing belly. âMmmm your cock is getting covered in fat, boy. Fat boys donât get big cocks, you know that piggy.â
Mason reached down and felt that his once 8.5in cock shrunken down to a 3in nub. Fat was swallowing his body and Mason fought with the urge to run and the urge to worship his daddyâs smelly cock. Mason was starting to get smellier and smellier, BO and musk emanating from his body.
Masons transformation was almost over, as his daddy played with his fat belly his brain was becoming foggier and foggier. His cock a useless nub that he canât use to fuck bitches anymore. The misogynistic muscle head was gone and was replaced by a slobby, stinky fat pig.
What Mason didnât know was that his father had pissed off a fatass on twitter, and she cursed him and his jock son to be fatass faggots. Because of her, Mason and his daddy were closer than ever before⌠and they could no longer spew ignorance because they were too busy shoving food into their mouths.
Prestonâs 18th Birthday
Content Warning: Incest, Homophobic Slurs, Weight Gain
Preston was a normal teenage boy, except for the fact that he was adopted by a gay couple when he was born. His mother didnât want him and he learned that some time after he was born, she died. He knew nothing about his biological father, but he never stopped looking, his dads didnât even know who his father was. His dads were great, but Preston never stopped wondering what life would be like had he been raised by his biological father.
A couple months ago, Prestonâs biological father reached out through Facebook. His profile had no pictures and seemed to be new, but he had the DNA test from when he was born to prove his relation. His name is Travis, heâs in his mid 40âs and he is a construction worker. Despite not knowing what his dad looks like, Preston started to talk with his dad more and more. His two dads suggested that he meet his father for his 18th birthday before the party, Preston thought this was a great idea and so did his dad. So they had made plans to meet, he would chat and have lunch and come back to his house for his party.
Prestonâs Birthday
Preston woke up to a massive aching boner, one that was begging to be released. âOh GOD!â He moaned loudly as he grabbed the hard on, his underwear soaked in precum. âFuck I donât have time to take care of thisâ Preston thought, âIâll just take a shower and maybe itâll chill out.âPrestonâs cock calmed down after he took cold shower, but he could help but notice that he was still very horny. He threw on a t-shirt, a pair of briefs and some gym shorts. Preston checked his phone, it was 11:30am already, he needed to hurry or heâd be late for lunch with his dad. He went downstairs saying bye to his dads, got into his car and headed towards Travisâs place, his cock slowly leaking precum the whole way there.
Preston noticed as he was getting closer that his dad lived in a trailer park, which was fitting given he is a construction worker. He didnât realize how nice he had it with his dads, living in a suburban home with a nice new car and electronics. Travis would barely be able to afford rent let alone all of Prestonâs nice commodities. Preston knocked on the door, he heard heavy footsteps walk towards the door and it swung open to reveal Travis.
Travis was HUGE! His tight orange shirt couldnât even cover his massive belly, and his underwear⌠or are they shorts??? They looked tight on his waist. His face was covered by a bushy beard, hair that the top of his head lacked. He still has some hair around the sides of his head, which only added to his grotesque appearance. âPreston!â The massive bear of a man said with a thick southern accent, he squeezed Preston in a tight hug, the contact making his cock leak some pre cum. âIâm so glad youâre finally here, Iâve been waiting to watch- I mean⌠see you all day!â
Travis showed Preston into the trailer, it was dingy and grimy, Travis clearly doesnât know how to pick up after himself. Preston could tell he also didnât smell the best, having a very distinct and vile musk that emanated from him âIâve been excited tooâŚâ Preston noticed the massive amount of food that was over in the kitchen area. âIs that⌠for lunch today?â Preston was confused, there was no way two people could eat that much, even if Travis was a massive hog.
âOf course it for lunch big guy! Youâre 18!â Travis said that as if Preston should know what that means, it was then that Preston felt his stomach gurgle in hunger. âBut letâs start with your birthday cake, I made it special myself.â Travis walked Preston to the dining table and pulled out the most delicious cake Preston has ever seen.
âOh you really didnât have to do this much, thereâs no way Iâm eating all of this.â Preston said as he sat down, Travis cutting him a slice of cake. âOh it chocolate, thatâs actually my favorite.â Preston took a bite of the cake and it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life, it even made his cock stand back up. âOh god⌠this is good!â
âI thought you might like it, made it with my own secret recipe.â Travis went behind Preston, massaging his shoulders as his son starts to pig out on the rest of the cake. âItâs a tradition for men in our family to eat like this on their 18th birthday, son.â Preston couldnât stop himself from eating more of the cake, he couldnât process what was going on. âWhen men in our family hit adulthood, we grow quickly into slobbish pigs.â
Preston was having a hard time processing the information, he couldnât stop eating the cake long enough to worry about what was happening to him. âOh god⌠daddy whatâs happening to me?â Prestonâs voice started to have a light souther accent that could barely be heard through the chewing.
Prestonâs body started to plump up quickly, his abs from his years in track were fading away. âYou canât stop the change, son.â Travis started to feed Preston once the cake was gone, âYour faggot daddies couldnât have prepared you for this son, they wouldnât know what to do with a pig like you.â Prestonâs head was spinning, his body getting fatter and fatter as his body gives in to his DNA.
Prestonâs once smooth chest has pumped into two soft moobs that jiggled with every bite, his jawline started to fade as the fat started to accumulate. Preston was in a blissfully perverted shock as his whole life was being ruined by this pig of a man, his cock rock hard was leaking like a faucet, soaking his underwear. âDaddy⌠Iâm getting so fatâŚâ Preston moaned in between foods, âw-why do I sound like this daddy⌠w-â
âShhhhhhâ Travis shushed Preston as he shoved a greasy slice of pizza into his mouth. âYouâre becoming just like your daddy, and your daddies daddy, as so on. You come from a long line of perverted hogs.â Travis gripped Prestonâs cock with his other hand, âmy daddy helped me out exactly like this, fattened me up real good.â Travis pumped Prestonâs leaking cock as he told him how much of a pig he was going to become. âYouâre gonna love it boy, youâll be able to turn other men into fat hogs just like us. It one of our many talents, one that I canât wait for you to use.â Preston was in a fattening bliss, listening to the hypnotic words coming out of his daddies mouth as he played with his own fattening body.
âOh daddy⌠daddy Iâm gonna-â Preston released, soaking his underwear and his dadâs hand, this act of finishing sealed Prestonâs already inevitable fate. âOh god daddy, look what youâve done to meâŚâ
Prestonâs belly was as big as his daddies, he couldnât stop jiggling the soft flesh that had taken over his body. âI didnât do nothinâ boy, this was your natural calling.â Travis took a doughnut, wiped Prestonâs cum into it and fed it to his son.
After Preston was done chewing his specially glazed doughnut he wondered who he could make into a fat piggy himself, the he thought of his faggoty dads. âLetâs go visit my dads, daddy!â
âOf course boy, those faggots are gonna piss their pants when they see how big youâve grown.â Travis helped Preston up and walked his half-naked fat ass to Travisâs pickup truck, the two whales could barely fit in it together. âWeâve got a party to get to, boy.â
Part 2?
The Roomate
Content Warning: Weight Gain
Tyus was for and athletic throughout his life, being on the football, wrestling and track teams in high school. Tyus was at college on a varsity football scholarship, he was just getting to campus for his first day when he met his roomate. He was surprised to find that his roommate was a 36 year old slobbish man to be his roommate. The man was wearing a tight blue polo, his fat guy and soft chest clung to the fabric. The shirt was stained with different stains.
âNice to meet youâ *BURAAAPP* The man belched loudly. âIâm Brayden.â Brayden pulls down his shirt as it rides up his belly.
Tyus was disgusted by his roomate, he was hairy, bald, fat⌠a total cock block. âIâm Tyus⌠youâre not what I expected for a roommate.â Tyus puts some bags down, he noticed that Brayden was very musky and the room was filled with it.
Brayden scratched his soft double chin âYouâre exactly what I expected, a young fit jock.â Brayden got closer, his musk started to fill Tyusâ nostrils fogging up his brain. âCan get anyone with a flex from his toned arms, always showing them off with an athletic tank top.â Brayden put a hand on Tyusâ abs, rubbing them from under the shirt. Tyus wanted to push the fat perv away but he was sluggish. âCome sit down with meâ Tyus noticed that there was a disgusting stained couch in the dorms living area, Brayden pushed Tyus right down onto the cum stained cushions.
The musk was making Tyus more submissive and agreeable to Braydenâs lifestyle. â Oh uh wow⌠you smell⌠dis-â Tyus had a hard time saying it, his cock beginning to twitch in his workout shorts.
âI know Iâm smell great donât I?â Brayden wafted his musk over to Tyus. âWhat do you like to eat, Tyus?â
âOh I usually just eat lean meat and vegetablesâŚâ Tyus felt odd about what he was saying, he started to feel like that wasnât true.
âOh but you look like a man who really loves doughnuts, rightâ Brayden took out a dozen doughnuts and started shoving them into Tyusâ mouth.
âNo I don-mphhhhhâ Brayden moved Tyusâ hands to his fat belly.
âYou feel that? You love that soft fat pig belly.â Brayden shoved another doughnut into Tyusâs mouth.
Tyusâs body began to swell with fat, bite after bite, covering his once toned abs. His flabby belly pressed against his tank top, his chest softening and become plump moobs. This looks down at his blubbery body, a mix of arousal and fear caused his cock to stiffen in his shorts. âOh my godâŚâ Brayden forces another doughnut into Tyusâs moth âIâm getting soâŚâ Tyus felt his belly gurgle as he let out a loud belch. âUUUUrrraaaaPPPâ
âYouâre becoming a fat piggyâ Brayden squeezes Tyusâs left moob while forcing new junk food into his mouth, Tyus began to sweat from under his moobs. âoh damn you plumped up nicely, letâs keep goingâ Brayden pulled out unlabeled jars of a chocolaty thick fluid, he shoves a funnel into Tyusâs mouth and pours the mixture into his mouth. It tasted so sweet and decadent, and it was causing Tyus to swell quickly.
âS-stop⌠Iâm getting so f-fat!â Tyusâs alarm went away as he put his hands on his fat belly, he couldnât help but play with the soft mass of blubber that had replaced his abs. Tyus didnât know it but he had grown a double chin, softening and removing his once sharp jawline. Tyus tried fighting, but Braydenâs musk was too much for him to handle. Tyusâs body swelled, growing a light dusting of body hair. Brayden started to remove his tank top and shorts to show off the whale that had replaced the jock.
âOh how do you feel piggy? Feel like being my submissive slob??â Brayden shook Tyusâs belly, causing it to jiggle, a sensation that was foreign to Tyus.
âI- I-â Brayden gave Tyusâs nipple a tug, causing a surge of pleasure that made Tyusâs cock shoot a load. âI am your submissive piggyâ Tyus moaned as he left a wet spot on the couch. Tyusâs mind went completely submissive and dumb, the muscled jock that was there minutes ago no longer existed, only a dumb obese pig.
The Slobby Guest
Content Warning: Weight Gain
Zack was a successful fitness trainer in his area, putting his muscles to good use. Zack was notorious for being self centered and vain, hating on any fat person he could see. Today after Zackâs workout, he was feeling extra sore, so Zack decided to go home early. He got home to his roomate Daniel, who had a friend over, the friend being quite chubby. Zack was surprised that heâd have someone over who was so fat, but then again Daniel had never been as vain as Zack.
Zack got into the shower, the hot water feeling good on his tense aching muscles. As Zack lathered up his body he traced over his juicy pecs, washboard abs and taught bubble butt. Zack getting back into his day clothes he walked out of the shower to see Danielâs friend shirtless in the living room, shaking his chubby belly. âOh uh⌠heyâ Zack blurted. âWhereâs Danielâ
âOh hey, youâre Zack right?â The friend said, âDaniel went to the work.â Zack forgot Daniel worked today, but why was this guy still here?
âOh, and you were just planning on staying?â Zack asked.
âIf thatâs cool with you, I could actually use some help.â The friend walked up to Zack, pressing his belly against Zackâs abdomen. âI just really need someone to worship this belly.â The room started to get hazy, Zackâs mind began to fog up.
âOh uh⌠Iâm sorry dude I donât⌠Iâm not intoâŚâ Zack didnât know what to say, the friend pushed Zack onto the couch and pressed his belly into Zackâs face. âMppphhhâ Zack tried to protest, but the belly muffled his speech.
âYeah you like that fat belly donât youâ The friend was really grinding the belly into Zackâs face, this is when the changes began to happen. Zackâs belly began to fill with blubbery fat, pound after pound, it was like the friends belly was filling him up. Muscular arms buried in soft jiggly fat, his pecs now moobs that sit on top of his growing belly. Zackâs jawline suffered too, rounding out, becoming the panicle of obesity.
âS-stop⌠youâre making me so fatâŚâ Zack groaned, he knew he shouldâve been worried but once he started playing with his inflated belly, Zack was falling in love. Before he could get any of the friendâs information, he was gone. Zack was left on the couch to play with his blubber until his roommate come to find him. Who was the friend? How does Daniel know him? Zack wouldâve tried to answer these questions if he wasnât too busy playing with his pillowy belly.
To be continued?
Jeremyâs Home
Content Warning: Incest, Weight Gain
Jeremy just finished his freshman year of college and is now back home for summer break. Jeremy wanted to go on vacation with his friends, but his father told him he needed to come home for the summer to help him out. Jeremy hasnât seen his father since winter break, even though his dad had been acting weird. Any time someone would go around him while he was on his phone heâd quickly hide his screen, so obviously suspicious, like he wanted someone to ask about it. The weirdness didnât end, when Jeremy got home his father mustâve already gone to bed because he wasnât anywhere to be found and his room was locked.
âOkay⌠Iâll see you tomorrow?â Jeremy says to himself.
Jeremy quickly moved his stuff in, stripped down to his boxers and got in bed. That night he had a very strange dream about an old man, old enough to be his grandpa, was rubbing his fat belly all over his bloated looking body. Jeremy gets up, almost immediately forgetting the dream, and his stomach growled. Jeremy got ready for the sad, threw on a grey tank top and black shorts. When he opens up the door, thereâs his dad waiting to get into the bathroom⌠or what looked like his dad. Jeremyâs dad had always been lanky with a bit of a beer gut, but now it looks like his dad has been inflated. His belly padded with so much fat, his chest now a saggy pair of moobs, and his chin replaced by two wobbly double chins. Heâs wearing a white tank top that doesnât look like itâs fit him in years.
âDad?â Jeremy asks.
âYes, Iâm your daddyâ his dad now having a thick southern accent âI need to take a piss, boy.â
Why was his dad talking like that? Why is he so fat? âDad what happened to you?â Jeremy said very concerned about his fatherâs health.
âI met me a nice trucker man a couple months ago, he came over and plumped your oleâ man up.â He said, patting his fat belly. âHe couldnât stay, Iâm sure you wouldâve loved him, boy.â
Jeremy didnât know what to say, what to think⌠âUh⌠okay?â Jeremy attempted to slip past his dad in the doorway. His dad immediately goes through the doorway as well, his big fat belly pressing Jeremy against the the threshold. âDad⌠could you move your-â Jeremy stopped talking as he felt something weird going on around his belly. âDad-dy⌠please just let me go throughâŚâ
âSorry boy, I just want to share my soft fat belly with ya⌠feel how soft it is son?â His southern twang making him sound oddly comforting.
Jeremyâs body began to rapidly gain pounds of fat. His once skinny figure has now produce a beer gut, as if Jeremy suffered from the Freshman 15. Jeremy continued to grow, his chest becoming supple tits resting on his now sizable belly. Jeremyâs jawline began to fade as fat piled on his face, a double chin forming to cover his neck.
âDaddy- please s-stop⌠Iâm getting so fatâ Jeremy said, his voice now having a slight southern twang. Jeremy couldnât see the hair beginning to recede into his head, leaving him with a very obviously balding head.
âItâs okay boy, youâre looking like a real good son.â His dad starting to move into the bathroom, once fully inside Jeremyâs belly flopped outward over his waistband causing Jeremy to let out a moan.
âOh daddyâ Jeremyâs voice now fully sounding like a redneck, Jeremy began to play with his now blubbery body. All of his memories faded to become his daddies prized pig of a son, dumbing Jeremy down to fully get rid of the once fit college student.
âGo rest on the couch boy, after daddy takes this piss, heâs making you a big breakfast.â And with that, Jeremy will forever be his daddyâs fat boy.
Daddy is Different
Content Warning: Incest, Weight gain
Trent was an only child raised by just his father. His mother had left his father for a richer man when Trent was only 8 years old. Trent and his father were very close before Trent left for college right out of high school on a basketball scholarship. Trent hadnât visited for the holidays, which made Trent feel guilt for leaving his father all alone, with only a little communication back and forth. So Trent decided to go back home for Spring break, his father had presumably found a partner who really wanted to meet Trent, he was excited to see his father was doing well.
Trent arrived home and walked right in, announcing himself. âHello? Dad?? Anybody home?!â As Trent walked in the house was a mess, junk food trash everywhere. Trentâs father was usually healthy⌠Trent couldnât imagine his dad ever touching any junk food. There was a smell of musk and piss, stained jockstraps all over the place.
Trent makes it to he living room which was a major source of the smell, his dad was sitting in a chair in the living room. He looked wildly different, his healthy average hairless body seemed to have ballooned into a fat guy topped by a set of tits. He was bald now, a spotted a heady beard. He has a cigar in his mouth, one that seemed to have just been lit.
âWelcome home Piggy, Iâve missed you so much.â Trentâs dad opened his arms stretched out for a hug.
Trent was taken a back⌠how could this be his father? This man was a fat disgusting slob, the complete opposite of his dad. âDad? What happened to you?â
âSo this is the Piggy Iâve heard so much about!â A giant fat man walked in, wearing only his camouflage underwear. He was graying, definitely older than Trentâs father. His bulge was massive, the tip soaked in pre-cum. He walked right up to Trent and put his hand on his arm âYouâre quite the skinny guy, not nearly plump enough to be a pig.â
Trent pushed away âWhat the fuck? Dad whatâs going on here⌠who is this disgusting man?!â Trentâs head started to feel light, he was starting to get dizzy.
âItâs daddy for now on pig, and this is your paw. I met him at the bar a couple months agoâ Hiw could these changes happen in a just a few months? âHe told me he could make my life better and help me get you back home.â Trentâs father blew out a plume of smoke into his sonâs face.â
Paw got behind Trent and pulled his shirt off âthis will give you some room piggyâ Trent was so confused, but oddly getting very horny. Paw got Trent in his knees, whipped out his fat cock and huge balls. âIâm so full piggy, time to fattened up this hog!â Paw forced his cock into Trentâs mouth.
After not a few pumps down Trentâs throat Paw was ready to bust his load into Trentâs mouth. It was like his balls has gallons of cum, causing Trent to feel full.
Trentâs body filled out with lard covering his once slender, lean body. His stomach pushed out and jiggled with soft fat, starting to form rolls on his body. âUghnnnnâ Trent moaned as he groped his fat body. âWhatâs are you doing to me?!â Trent was starting to get hard. Trent was trying to fight away, stop this from happening, but he was beginning to give in.
Paw and Daddy began to play with Piggyâs fattening body, they start to push into his soft rolls. Daddy began to shove junk food like pizza, doughnuts and shakes into Piggyâs mouth.
Piggyâs underwear started morphing into a black jockstrap, his blubbery body hanging over his waist. Piggy grew a full beard that showcased the milkshake staying around his mouth. Piggyâs body had become so huge, so far from the lean body he had moments prior.
What was once a college basketball player, is now a Piggy for his fat slobbish daddies to force to grow fatten and fatter. Trent sometimes makes it to the surface, his horror of being so huge and disgusting later turned into a grotesque horniness. There was no more Trent, only Piggy.