HogFarmer

Gay male wg writer, love growing fat boys bigger and bigger. Mostly posting stories, ideas, and recommendations. Header Image by Lokitu

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Weight gain prompts #14

40) Kinda have two directions for an 'obese doctor' idea.

One way is that the doctor is just plain obese/gluttonous to begin with. He imposes his own bad habits/lifestyle onto his patients, causing them to fatten up. Maybe its his own private practice so that's how he gets away with it.

Of course most sane people would recognize his recommendations/instructions as blatantly wrong, but there'd be the gullible few who follow his words. (And maybe already gluttonous people that've been seeking some affirmation).

A story could follow one of this gluttonous doctor's new patients. With every check-up his waistline is larger till he's bigger than the doctor himself. (This really makes me think of Gitbigger's "A Healthy Weight" series)

Another direction I was thinking could be a bariatric doctor intentionally gaining weight to get a better perspective of what it's like in his patient's shoes. And of course doing so unlocks an unrecognized kink/desire in the doctor.

From there his own weight gets out of control, leading to him ending up like one of his patients in a care facility. Maybe its the same facility he worked at, so now he's an equal amongst his old patients and now under the care of his old colleagues.

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41) A Robinhood theme, a guy that steals from the rich/king and gives that wealth back to the poor. However, in this scenario he ends up captured/imprisoned, but the king has quite the unique punishment in mind for this kindhearted thief.

Instead of rotting away in a dingy cell this Robinhood is bound in the king's lavish bed and fed the most delicious meals imaginable. Letting him taste the life of uninhibited greed/gluttony. Of course he'd resist at first, but hunger has a way of getting to people. Over time he'd grow incredibly fat and spoiled, essentially becoming the king's pet that he feeds and toys with.

One day the king decides to reveal what's become of him to the public. Showing off how greedy and gluttonous he's become, the kind of person he once rebelled against. Deterring Robinhood's old allies and any who'd oppose the king.

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42) A guy runs for mayor (or any sort of high political position) and wins against the previous one who was an incompetent glutton. Its easy for him to snag a victory when most people are dissatisfied with the previous mayor's time in office.

However, the guy who was the previous mayor's assistant is still the same person; A very encouraging and enabling feeder. So obviously he views the new mayor as new project to fatten up. At first he'd be very helpful and accommodating, getting on the new mayor's good side. Then he'd slowly start to influence the new mayor into indulging and relaxing a bit. Eventually he'll have the new mayor eating out of the palm of his hand (literally).

At that point the new mayor will have ended up just like the previous one. Gluttonous and lazy, ignoring his responsibilities in favor of gorging himself every waking moment. And of course history would eventually repeat itself with the current mayor getting voted out for a new one again. Don't worry though, the assistant is more than willing to continue taking care of him. Heck, maybe he'll get to see what's become of the previous mayor he won againt.

[hog-farmer]

Weight gain prompts #13

Whoops, forgot to get this ready for May. Tbh I've gotten into Baldur's Gate 3 and have been playing a lot of it for a good two weeks now. Anyways, onto the prompts!

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37) A cop or detective takes on an investigation to hunt down a serial fattener.

The "serial fattener" could be taken in a number of ways. Like a more literal "killer" who fattens his victims over a period of time before killing them. Or something a little more fantastical where the victims experience a much more rapid weight gain. Like a guy wanders down the wrong alley and suddenly ends up a giant immobile blob.

Personally I'd pick the former but without the "killer" part. The fattener could just abandon his victims once he's done with them. Maybe sending an anonymous message to the police or he moves them somewhere public to be discovered. (Also, maybe the victims are too big to talk or too mentally gone to be able to describe their captor.)

As for a plot, maybe the detective is following clues of a recent missing person. Stumbling upon him and the serial fattener, but ultimately getting captured himself. (Or maybe the detective himself was just the next target.) From there the detective would fight/resist the fattener's feedings as best he can, but of course he'd end up supersized anyways.

For an ending, maybe its just bleak with the detective left a mindless blob of fat and the fattener getting away again. Or maybe with one last shred of strength/will the detective could manage to get the upper hand on the fattener and escape and finally take him down (Of course at the cost of his figure).

(Maybe if its a rapid weight gain scenario the detective could turn the fattener's equipment against him and escape. Of course the detective would be barely mobile by this point so by the time he can alert the authorities the fattener might be the size of a room or larger when they get to him.)

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38) A guy and his family take a cruise to an island resort, but while they're on board they and other guest rapidly put on weight.

The family could be any configuration; brothers, father, uncle, maybe even a grandfather. Either way I think one of them would notice everyone's weight spiking in such a short time and try to figure out what's going on. His family on the other hand would be completely oblivious the changes, maybe even unconsciously enjoying them.

Eventually it'd lead to the point where the main guy escorts his family onto a life boat to abandon the ship to try and escape its fattening influence. They could spend a couple days stranded out at sea, with his now gluttonous family complaining about their hunger the whole time.

Unfortunately for the main guy his escape attempt was in vain when their life boat washes ashore on the island their cruise was destined for to begin with. An island paradise where men could be pampered like kings as well as fattened into oblivion like livestock.

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39) A rugby/football player wants to be the best player on his team, so he uses some artifact/magic to syphon their power/strength to him, making the rest of them weak and fat.

I could see the magic here working two ways. Like I said it could give him their strength/energy, leaving nothing for them so they turn lethargic and lazy causing them to gain weight. From there I think one or some members of the team would figure out what he's done and turn it back on him. Or breaking the artifact/spell could cause it to backfire and send all their accumulative weight back on him.

Or for a more funny/karmic situation; when the main guy initiates this magic the coach could but all the players on a bulking diet. So all the players are trying to put on weight, but since the spell syphon their "gains" towards the main guy anything they'd gain goes towards him. So now he could be left panicking as he tries to turn off/undo the spell before he ends up a fat blob.

[hog-farmer]

Earth's Fattest Heroes - Part 1

The few first rays of the morning sun have just begun to touch the tallest buildings of NYC, the Avengers Tower being one of them. Secluded in one of its uppermost floors resides Tony Stark’s personal lab, where said owner has been up through the entire night tinkering between various projects. 

Wearing an old pair of grease-stained jeans along with a faded graphic tee Tony sits back with his legs propped atop his workstation. Nestling his seventh consecutive cup of coffee Tony stares ahead at his current subject of interest; the Reality Infinity-stone, safely suspended in a reinforced energy field.

Nearly a week ago the Avenger’s most recent off-world mission ended with the red gem in their team’s possession. Tony was supposed to keep it safely contained and locked away till SHIELD decided what they should do with it. However, the genius billionaire saw no reason to quell his curiosity over the immensely powerful relic. Leading to the past half hour where Tony’s systems have been scanning and recording any meaningful data they can gather.

The bright red stone doesn’t have all of Tony’s focus though. Most of the genius’ attention is allocated towards a recurring personal gripe that his mind has been hung up on. So, while his eyes casually gloss over the incoming data Tony vents his grievances out loud to his AI assistant.

“I mean… I just don’t get it,” Tony groans with an exasperated sigh. “It’d be so much more convenient for Steve to live up here than his dingy little apartment out in Brooklyn.”

“I believe Captain Rogers likes to retain a sense of independence, sir,” Jarvis replies overhead.

“I know, but he could have as much independence as he wants here. I’d give him a whole floor if he wanted it,” Tony rants while idly swiping away a handful of holographic screens.

“The Captain would likely prefer a more modest arrangement he acquired and maintains himself,” Jarvis supplies.

“So what, it’s a pride thing?” Tony huffs with an exaggerated eye roll. “Figured he’d have enough sense to accept a living arrangement for the sake of convenience. All the other Avengers live here on their downtime, why can’t he?”

While Tony spirals down the tangent of how often the others utilize their space in the tower, the reality stone begins to react. It’s subtle at first with faint flickers of light that seem to brighten in tandem with the volume of Tony’s voice. Eventually the containment field surrounding the stone begins to fluctuate as well. The sensors monitoring it catch this spike in activity with warnings popping up one after another across the various floating screens.

“Sir, I believe there is a prob-” Jarvis tries alerting his creator before an alarm starts to blare throughout the lab.

Tony’s attention immediately whips back to the now volatile stone, thrusting the avenger into action. 

“Jarvis! Lockdown the lab and start the emergency protocol!” Tony shouts over the alarm as he himself tries stabilizing the stone’s containment field.

Jarvis’ voice barely cuts through the deafening alarm, though it’s heavily obscured by static. “I- I- —n’t —r, — sys— —— un——s—.” 

The panels that Tony has been hurriedly typing away at spasm and glitch before disappearing entirely. Other holographic screens meet the same fate with the machinery malfunctioning one after another in a shower of sparks. As Tony shields his face he watches through the slight gap between his arms as the stone and the space around it begin to collapse in on itself.

“Oh Shi-!” Tony unsuccessfully curses as the stone finally ruptures.

A massive pulse of undulating red energy quickly thunders across the room, sending everything in the lab that wasn’t bolted down flying towards the walls, Tony included. It’s a cacophony of metal and glass as nearly everything collides with the boundaries of the lab. Tony himself is left disoriented on the ground after his impact with the wall knocked the wind out of him.

“Well… that wasn’t… fun…” Tony groans as he lifts himself from his prone position. After a second to catch his breath Tony stiffly begins standing back up, brushing aside any debris that landed on him. When the billionaire is finally upright he glances around the room to survey the severity of the damage.

Various pieces of machinery are severely dented and toppled over. Anything that was relatively small is broken, if not outright shattered. Even the heaviest pieces of furniture are pressed right up against the walls of the lab. Most concerning of all though is the absence of one very important infinity stone.

“That’s not good…” Tony mutters with his eyes locked to where the stone should be. Not a second later Tony feels an odd sensation prickle through his chest. Casting a worried glance downward reveals his arc reactor has turned a deep, swirling crimson color.

“Oh, that’s very not good…”

“Sir,” Jarvis interrupts, pulling Tony out of his head before his thoughts start spiraling.

“Jarvis! How’re you doing?”

“All systems have recovered and are back online,” the AI calmly responds.

Tony lets out a small sigh of relief, “Well that’s good at least.” After a brief pause Tony continues, “Now to start cleaning up this place.”

As Tony finishes speaking he feels that strange sensation rise through his chest again, though a little stronger this time. The red light of his arc reactor subtly grows brighter before ebbing away with a small, rippling pulse. Tony is puzzled by the odd reaction but when he looks back up he realizes what just happened.

His lab is completely back to normal. Everything is repaired to their original condition and returned to where they were a couple minutes ago. It’s a little disorienting for the genius as he cautiously strolls through the restored lab. Poking and nudging everything around to make sure it’s all real.

“Well that’s… convenient. Concerning, but convenient,” Tony emphasizes while whispering to himself.

*VrrrrVrrrr*  .   .   .  *VrrrrVrrrr*

Cutting through the unnerving silence of the moment is Tony’s phone vibrating in his pocket. Before the billionaire can pull out his device Jarvis informs him of who’s trying to contact him. “Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for your assistance in the tower’s kitchen.”

“What’s Steve doing in the kitchen?” Tony asks after a pause to process the information.

“I believe he’s trying to locate the peanut butter for a protein shake, sir.”

With a quick eye roll towards the unintended answer Tony clarifies his question. “No, I meant what’s Steve doing in the tower specifically?”

“Well the captain does live in the tower, sir. His presence is to be expected,” Jarvis responds with a subtle sarcastic tone common for an obvious answer.

“What? Since when…” Tony’s voice drifts off as a realization starts to process in his mind. “Jarvis, can you pull up live footage to the kitchen and Steve’s room?” Tony asks as he positions himself back behind the desk of his holographic workspace.

Immediately following his request, two screens appear before Tony. Each one displays their respective locations. One shows a view into Steve’s room, decorated with some furniture and belongings Tony remembers occupying Steve’s apartment. The other screen is focused on the main kitchen of the tower’s upper floors. Currently, like Jarvis said, Steve is rummaging through the cupboards searching for something.

With this confirmation Tony comes to the conclusion that the stone must’ve reacted to his griping and warped reality to his preference. Now Steve lives in the Avenger’s tower just like he wished he would. Not only that but the stone itself has also merged with Tony. Leading to any stray thought capable of warping reality, like fixing the lab.

‘I gotta be careful with this,’ Tony mentally declares as he tries to keep his thoughts clear.

*VrrrrVrrrr*  .   .   .  *VrrrrVrrrr*

The vibrations in his pocket start again, reminding Tony that Steve asked for his help. ‘It’s a simple enough task,’ Tony thinks to himself.

Hesitant legs carry Tony out of his lab and towards the tower’s main elevator. With every step Tony tries to keep his mind focused on a mantra of ‘just help Steve’. The ride up the penthouse feels longer than usual as Tony waits for the elevator’s doors to finally open. Once they do the genius quickly strides his way over to the kitchen.

When the room finally comes into view Tony freezes in his tracks as he catches Steve in the midst of blending up a protein shake with the tub of peanut butter opened beside him.

‘Shit! Did I will that into existence?’ Tony panics in his head as he stares down the tub.

“Oh, hey Tony,” Steve warmly greets with a glance towards the billionaire. “Thanks for coming, but I managed to find the peanut butter.”

‘Phew, maybe not.’

Once Steve deemed the shake ready he proceeded to pour it into a to-go container. When that was done Steve quickly cleaned up the space he was working in and started to leave the kitchen.

“Is that all you’re having?” Tony asks as Steve passes by him.

“Yeah usually,” Steve answers with a brief shrug. “At least before my morning jog.”

“Huh, figured you would’ve had a bigger appetite with that serum in you,” Tony absentmindedly comments.

After the words left his mouth Tony freezes again when he feels that tingling sensation build up in his chest again. In an instant Steve is no longer in front of him exiting the kitchen. The brief clank of silverware prompts Tony to whip his head around and see that Steve is now sitting behind the counter of the kitchen’s island. A handful of plates are set up around the super soldier. One has a mound of scrambled eggs atop it while the other two hold several pieces of bacon and toast. The last plate is centered in front of Steve with a generous portion of the other plates’ food mixed on it. He still has his shake too, though now it's in a tall glass cup rather than a to-go bottle.

“Want some?” Steve, unfazed by the warp in reality, politely offers Tony with a nod towards the food.

Tony, still reeling, stiffly thanks him but declines the offer. Internally Tony is chastising himself for unintentionally triggering the stone again. 

Frustrated at his situation Tony does take a seat at the kitchen’s island as well. With his elbows on the counter and his head in hands Tony closes his eyes to clear his mind again of any distractions. Unfortunately, the subtle sounds Steve is making while the soldier quietly eats his breakfast are all Tony’s mind can fixate on.

Eventually Tony’s eyes slowly drift back open and idly focus on Steve. Forkfuls of eggs along with pieces of bacon and toast continuously disappear as they pass through Steve’s lips. He’s roughly halfway through the amount of food he prepped and doesn’t appear to be slowing down yet.

‘Wonder what he’d look like if his weight matched his appetite,’ the intrusive thought suddenly popped into Tony’s head.

When the telltale prickling starts rising through his chest again Tony internally groans, ‘damn it, not again!’

This time the stone’s effects are more subtle and gradual. Every bite Steve takes coincides with a handful of pounds being added directly to his body. Tony can only watch awestruck as Steve rapidly grows from his iconic, sculpted physique to one that’s much more burly and bulky. 

A soft layer of padding subtly rounds out Steve’s arms, and Tony can assume his legs as well. His firm chest fills out further and begins to lose definition as his muscles are hidden under the accumulating fat. Steve’s abs are completely replaced by a prominent muscle gut that rests heavily in his lap. Even his neck and cheeks become slightly fuller to match Steve’s widening figure. 

The clatter of a fork on an empty plate signals to Tony that Steve has finished off the rest of his breakfast, as well as stopped growing. Now the content soldier sits back in his chair with a sigh as he lets his hefty meal digest in his new rounded stomach.

‘Geez, that was… hot…’ Tony quietly realizes to himself after registering the surprising arousal that scene sparked in him. Though what Tony doesn’t notice is another warp in reality triggering again.

A second later Steve casts a quick glance over to Tony with an amused huff. “C’mere hon, why don’t you help out with some belly rubs?”

Tony’s brain short-circuits at the request, ‘Belly-what? Wait… Hon!? As in Honey!?’

Steve notices Tony subtly tense at his suggestion but registers the reaction as just hesitancy. “C’mon Tony, no one else is in the tower. We can have a little fun, right?” The bulky soldier coaxes with a playful smirk.

“R-right,” Tony tentatively agrees as his legs unconsciously guide him to Steve’s side. 

Like the soldier suggested Tony planted his hands over Steve’s plush midsection and gently started massaging the engorged flesh. With a sigh Steve lets his body go lax as Tony’s hands ease the pressure in his stomach. 

A comfortable silence settles over the two as Tony finds himself captivated by the sensation of Steve’s new softened figure. The outer layer of fat is pliable and freely moves along with Tony’s hands. As for Steve’s muscles they can still be felt underneath all that extra padding, still as strong as ever.

Eventually Steve rouses from his relaxed stupor and gently nudges Tony for his attention. When Tony turns to face him he’s surprised to find himself being pulled in for a kiss. It's gentle yet firm, and all too short when Steve lets him go. 

“How bout we take this to the bedroom. Maybe go a few rounds?” Steve offers with a suggestive wink.

Dumbfounded, Tony wordlessly nods along in agreement. He helps Steve out of his chair and the two begin wandering towards Tony’s room. 

As the pair make their way through the penthouse they can’t keep their hands off each other. It starts out with them just holding hands as Tony leads the way, but quickly escalates from there. First a brief kiss to the cheek, then curious hands exploring the other’s body. Soon enough they’re passionately making out with their hands roaming all over each other as they blindly stumble down the hall.

Just before they reach the door to Tony’s room Steve pins the genius against the wall. While not breaking their kiss Steve lets his whole weight settle against the smaller man. To Tony it feels like heaven with Steve’s plush abdomen smothered against him. Eventually Tony’s hands wander low enough to grasp the hem of Steve’s shirt. With some effort Tony begins tugging the fabric upwards as best he can while Steve is still firmly pressed against him.

When Steve feels his shirt catch under his arms he finally steps back, freeing Tony from his smothering embrace. Grabbing the bunched-up fabric Steve pulls his shirt the rest of the way over his head.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” Tony huffs while ogling at the sight of Steve’s now bare-skinned torso. From his bellybutton a light trail of hair flows along the bottom curve of Steve’s rounded abdomen. A similar patch of hair is settled across his soft chest as well, leading Tony’s eyes towards the perky peaks of Steve’s plush pecs.

In response Steve closes the small distance between them again and shucks Tony’s shirt off in one swift motion. “Lookin’ pretty handsome yourself~,” he returned the compliment. With a hand over the genius’ hip Steve pulls Tony back into his embrace. Now skin to skin Tony can feel their shared body heat rise between them as Steve’s bulky figure eclipses his own.

After another lengthy kiss the two men finally drag themselves beyond the threshold of Tony’s room. It’s fairly spacious with lavish furniture decorating the area. However, the only piece of furniture that mattered to Steve and Tony right now was the billionaire’s bed. 

When they reach the bed’s edge Steve wills himself to break their heated kiss and breathlessly asks, “How do you want me?” 

For a moment Tony feels overwhelmed by a sea of possibilities, but when his restless hands drift down to the ample swell of Steve’s rear his mind settles on one idea. “On the bed, all fours,” Tony curtly answers, just as breathless as Steve.

The burly soldier nods in agreement and steps back to discard his remaining articles of clothing. Steve makes a show of slowly removing his boxers and sweatpants over the curve of his well-padded hips and glutes. 

“Hello America’s Ass~” Tony comments under his breath as the last of Steve’s sizable gains is finally unveiled. If Steve had impressive assets beforehand then the ones he has now blown those previous ones out of the water.

As Steve climbs onto the bed Tony realizes he should get himself ready as well. While tossing aside his jeans Tony quickly detours by one of his bed’s endstands. He pulls open its second drawer and rummages around for some lube inside. Just before he can pick up a bottle though a brazen idea comes to mind. 

‘Well, if I can warp reality…,’ Tony’s thoughts drift off as he tries manifesting his idea through concentration. Just in case though, Tony does set a bottle of lube aside on top of the endstand. 

When Tony finally joins Steve on the bed he gives the soldier a quick passing kiss before positioning himself on his knees behind Steve. Seeing the larger man’s beefy rear propped up and presented just for him feels too surreal to Tony, even more so when he notices that Steve’s hole has been prepped and lube just like he desired.

“Oh this is just perfect~,” Tony sighs as he places his hands over the large, soft globes in front of him. The genius’ hands glide and roam over as much of the supple flesh as Tony can reach. Kneading and massaging down to the muscles buried beneath the firm layers of fat. While Tony worships Steve’s ample figure he randomly switches between planting soft kisses across the soldier’s lower back and landing a few toying spanks to his well-padded rear. All the while Steve subtly releases the occasional groan or low moan as his muscles relax under the billionaire's touch.

Eventually Tony’s impatience gets the better of him, spurring him to press on. With one hand dexterously parting Steve’s cheeks Tony uses the other to aim his eager length towards the soldier’s hole. There's practically no resistance as Tony’s member easily glides its way through the loosened muscle.

“Oh~ Tony~” Steve groans while blissfully tipping his head back. 

Amused by the reaction, Tony decides to keep his hips still as he lays himself down over Steve’s back. While the soldier holds up their combined weight Tony lets his hands wander across Steve’s plush upper body. They glide over the swell of his belly, feeling the weight of it as they make it wobble and sway. His hands cup and toy with the soldier’s plump chest, gently pinching and pulling their nipples in any direction. To top off the teasing Tony intermittently makes his dick twitch inside of Steve, forcing the other man to occasionally shudder in response.

‘Wonder how much better this would feel if Steve was even bigger,’ the thought casually drifts through Tony’s mind.

The stone again responds to Tony’s unconscious desire and begins forcing Steve’s body to grow again. Slowly, Tony registers the gradual expansion happening beneath him. At first its subtle clues, like the shifting topography of Steve’s back as it develops into rolls. Then it becomes more obvious with how much wider Steve’s chest and midsection feel in Tony’s grasp.

Eventually Steve’s growth reaches the point where his belly touches the bed, and to Tony’s surprise it keeps swelling beyond that. The soldier’s doughy abdomen expands outward, becoming a larger mass beneath him with every passing second. Even Steve’s chest grows large enough to touch the bed, but it's short lived as his billowing belly invades the space under them. All the while Steve’s arms and legs swell ever-rounder, forcing the super-solder to constantly shift his stance wider in order to accommodate them.

Tony silently watches all these changes, completely enraptured by the scene. What knocks him out of his stupor though is when he feels Steve collapse underneath him. The soldier’s over-encumbered limbs couldn’t accommodate his growing mass any more, forcing him prone onto the bed. The brief seismic shake arouses Tony further, reminding him that his member is still firmly planted in Steve’s expanding ass.

With a renewed fervor Tony picks his upper body away from Steve’s back and begins thrusting his hips. It's a little unsteady at first with Tony practically suspended over Steve’s immense form, but he finds the leverage he needs to keep up a steady rhythm. Meanwhile Steve unravels into a moaning mess between the oddly euphoric sensation of his body expanding and Tony repeatedly hitting his prostate.

“T-Tony, please,” Steve groans between gibberish and expletives. “Cum in me~” he adds in a higher pitch.

“Oh don’t worry big guy. I. Certainly. Will,” Tony punctuates with hard thrusts that send him over the edge. As his cock throbs and deposits its load Tony feels Steve’s muscles tighten and spasm around him as he reaches an orgasm as well. 

While Tony catches his breath he looks down at Steve and notices that the super-soldier has stopped growing. For now at least. His new size nearly eclipses the entirety of Tony’s king-sized bed. Most of that space is of course occupied by Steve’s gigantic stomach with it splayed out beneath him. Tony’s not even sure if Steve could feasibly stand up since his belly goes beyond what his limbs can reach. Though his limbs might not be able to bend to begin with how deeply caked in lard they look. Even Steve’s head looks locked into place with the bulging ring of fat surrounding it.

Eventually, exhaustion begins to seep into Tony’s bones, coaxing the genius to lay down on the new, living mattress topper that Steve’s become. The soft expanse of flesh lulls Tony towards sleep with one last thought crossing his mind, ‘That was the best feeling in the universe’. In response the stone brightly shines once more from within Tony’s arc reactor, sending another warp to ripple across reality.

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Oof, been meaning to finish this one for a few months. Had about a good half of it done when I fell into a writing dry-spell. Well, at least its done now.

And of course as the "part 1" implies there will be more marvel heroes getting their own fattening experiences in this universe. I got roughly three other ideas planned out, though I don't think I'll be consecutively writing them. I'll probably do them in intervals between other ideas.

Anyways, like always thanks for reading.

[hog-farmer]

Weight gain prompts #12

34) The owners of two neighboring restaurants are in a feud with each other over an amazing chef.

There could be a longstanding grudge between the two restaurants to begin with. A general sense of petty competition throughout the years. Though when one of them hires a new amazing chef the other gets jealous and tries convincing the chef to come work for them instead. So this would lead to a constant back and forth where the chef bounces between the two restaurants.

Of course the fattening focus of this scenario would be the owners themselves. They'd essentially become obsessed with the chef's cooking, making them desperate to win him back under their employment. Gradually they'd give greater and greater incentives to the chef as their waistlines expand. More money, more influence and control over the restaurant till he inevitably owns each of the buildings outright.

In the end, if the restaurants are directly built next to each other (like in a plaza or something) the chef could renovate the two together into one with much larger space. Of course the previous owners would still fight and bicker with each other, even though they'd probably be a pair of bedbound blobs by this point. They'd just be arguing for more attention and food from the chef whenever he's doting on the other.

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35) A haunted house idea where the guys exploring the building become trapped in various paintings and are forced to live out the scenes depicted in them.

Its a classic supernatural trope for people to be pulled into paintings where they're trapped or killed in the scenes they depict, right? So this can easily translate into the paintings depicting a gluttonous scene or scenario. A small group of guys could just naively wander into a haunted house and get picked off one by one by some sort of spirit trapping their souls in these painting.

Some paintings could include: A God or king being lavished by their servants or treated to a never-ending feast. Or maybe some livestock (pigs or cattle) being tended to or fed by a farmer.

Now whether they're trapped forever or one of them manages to escape is up in the air. Though personally I think you all know my answer~

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36) Bit of a simple and silly idea here: A guy takes a job as a 'poolboy' and winds up fat enough to completely fill the space of a pool himself.

A young man could find a job listing looking for a poolboy and naively think it'll be an easy gig to earn some money. Could be the job was listed by a wealthy gay man or couple, so the young guy thinks they're mostly listing the job for some eye-candy.

The young man's inevitable growth can go one of two directions; gradual or rapid.

If its rapid then his growth would happen all in the same day he'd get hired. The water in the pool itself could be filled with whatever miraculous growth agent was used or maybe a refreshment the young man is offered is spiked with it. Either way he'd end up in the pool when his growth starts and not be able to lift himself out under his new weight. Eventually he'd grow big enough to where he's filling the entire space of the sizable pool. Of course by this point the rich gay man(men?) would clarify what they meant by the phrase 'poolboy'.

If its a gradual weight gain then the young man's growth could happen over the course of a summer season. Where the guy(s) who hired him would gradually increase the pampering they'd give him. Starting out as simply offering him a beverage as he cleans the pool to spoiling him with anything he'd ever want, encouraging him to never leave.

Personally I'd pick the rapid growth, those kinds of scenes are always fun to depict.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #11

31) For this idea I'm imagining a rising-star duo that break up due to fame and live contrasting but still very fattening lives.

They could be a band, singers, actors, performers, etc... Regardless, they manage to get noticed and steadily have their lives change as they become more and more popular. Eventually their fame and relationship hits a snag. Maybe they get involved with a controversy and one of them throws the other under the bus, or maybe one has been letting the fame go to his head and he's become a total jerk driving the other one away. OR maybe they're a couple behind the scenes and one wants to go public, but the other is too afraid to reveal that.

Whatever ends up happening it causes them to break up. One of them steps away from fame while the other one remains in the spotlight, continuing to perform. From there they live contrasting lives that result in each of them becoming fat.

The one that stepped away could end up as a bit of an outcast, especially if his departure was painted in a negative light. Maybe he lives off the money earned while famous and becomes a bit of a recluse, not doing much else with his life. Could just spend most of his days lazing around and eating whatever he wants, causing him to gain a lot of weight. Or maybe the money doesn't last him that long and he returns to a normal life, but deals with his emotions over the breakup by turning to food for comfort.

The other one that stayed famous would of course throw himself further into fame. He could become completely indulgent while going out every night, partying, doing drugs, etc... Over the proceeding years he'd grow fatter till his life of hard partying would cause him to have a medical emergency, maybe a heart-attack or an overdose.

What ever happens he manages to live through it, causing him to reevaluate his life and what he wants out of it. Afterwards he might reach out to his old partner and reconnect/reconcile, leading to a heartwarming reunion between the two now much fatter men. Maybe they resume their fame together, though much relaxed, or they stay out of the spotlight together and enjoy their peace.

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32) A Highschool bully becomes cursed to gain weight whenever he bullies someone.

The main guy of the story would be one of the bully's main targets. So, him along with a few other victims (maybe a friend group) are fed up with dealing with him (its all the stereotypical bully behavior: shoving them around and into lockers, knocking books/papers out of their hands, making fun of, demeaning and humiliating them, maaaybe even beating them up? etc...). When they try thinking of ways to get back at him or make him stop one of them suggests cursing him. The group eventually agrees with the curse idea, so after a whole ritual their bully is now cursed to gain weight whenever he bullies someone.

At first it doesn't seem to be working, but eventually over time the bully starts to plump up. Unfortunately for them, the bullying doesn't stop or even remotely slow down. The bully has just adapted to his new size. If he can't pursue or run after them then he just waits around and sneaks up on them when they're in reach. He even used his weight to his advantage sometimes with how much more he outweighs his victims.

Luckily for the bully's victims graduation set them free from his rein of terror. Though their plan didn't work as intended it was still satisfying to watch their bully struggle to waddle across the stage as he received his diploma.

Of course leaving high school wouldn't change the bully's behavior. He'd still be generally rude out in adult life, causing him to still grow since the curse was never lifted. Eventually he'd grow to big to realistically hold down a job, so maybe he becomes a dependent under his father's care. Even secluded at home doesn't stop him from bullying since he can easily go online an do that.

Eventually the main guy of the story comes across his bully again online. Maybe on a gaining website since the main guy would be a chubby-chaser/feeder. The bully, on the other hand, could be there cause he was a closet gay the whole time and still embraces his size. He could also be making fun of other fat guys there (ya know in a niche degrading sort of way).

Either way it'd end up with the gay cliché of a bully and their target ending up together.(Mainly so they can have sex, ok people? I'm shallow and horny what do you expect?) Could have the main guy have had a degradation kink this whole time, so in some ways he likes how the bully demeans him. Could also invert the power dynamics and make the bully more of a brat with his smart-mouth getting him constantly in trouble/punished.

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33) Small town scenario where a new deputy is assigned to deal with the sheriff's unruly man-child of a son.

The sheriff's son is always getting himself into some sort of trouble. whether it be out partying, drugs, drinking, etc... Of course the sheriff never disciplines him though, always guiltily letting him off the hook. So maybe to curb a bit of that guilt he assigns one of his newer deputies to watch over him and mitigate the amount of trouble he gets into.

Of course the deputy quickly gets tired of the son's shit, both for having to deal with it and anything the son does do feels like its on his shoulders. So the deputy plots ways to try and stop the sheriff's son from getting into trouble to begin with. This leads the deputy to come up with idea to use the son's gluttonous habits against him and fatten him up. Cause if he can't leave the house then he can't be causing trouble around town.

Could start out with the deputy handing the son snacks, framing it as an attempt to keep him occupied if he's busy eating. Could also have the deputy take advantage of any munchies the son gets after doing drugs to help stuff him further. Eventually the deputy would ramp up the feedings to full meals that'd keep the son in a stuffed stupor for prolonged amounts of time.

In the end the son would end up house/bedbound with the deputy delivering him takeout during breaks on his shift. Things might even turn sexual at some point with how needy/dependent the son would turn for the deputy.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #10

28) An overweight guy has been dealing with gluttonous cravings all his life. No matter how hard he tries, exercising and dieting just never work for him.

Desperate for a change he stumbles upon magic solution that'll rid him of his gluttonous impulses. However, things don't go quite as planned. Rather than eliminating his gluttonous side he's caused it to split from him and take on an independent human form. (Like an evil clone, or in this case a gluttonous one)

Maybe he's unaware his gluttonous doppelganger has spawned into the world or maybe he tries to keep it locked up/hidden away till he can solve this new problem. Either way his gluttonous side will escape at one point or another.

Now I could see the effects of this split going a couple of ways ways;

His doppelganger could either be an exact copy of him or have his weight be halved between the two bodies. Either way as the glutton gorges on any food it can find it effects one or both their bodies. Either their forms both steadily grow with the glutton's intake or the guy's original body grows while the glutton is out gorging. OR the gluttonous side would be the only one to grow, so when the main guy eventually undoes the magic all that new weight will be added back to him.

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29) A selfish prison warden has been subtly cutting budgets for his own greedy/gluttonous lifestyle. Making the prisoners live in steadily worsening conditions.

Eventually karma catches up with him and his misuse of funds gets him imprisoned as well, right into the same prison he was managing for years. Of course the prisoners would want to get some revenge, so to save his own fat hide the old warden bargains to use what outside influences he still has to get the other prisoners what they'd want.

Maybe they use his influence to ramp up the prison's food budget along with some other luxuries. Could have the whole prison turn gluttonous from there or maybe the other prisoner take the increase in food and force-feed the old warden to extreme sizes.

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30) This idea was inspired by BrokenCassette's "Baker's Roommate". Its one of the first few weight gain pieces I remember coming across a looong time ago and one I enjoy revisiting every now and then. So, obviously I'd like to one day craft a story with it as an inspiration.

I'd probably expand the timeframe of the two character's background with each other. Going from roommates to childhood best friends (and inevitably end up together as a couple).

The story itself would be framed more as a recounting by the baker as he goes over all the support his friend has given him throughout their years together. Maybe giving a thanking speech as he graduates from college or holds the grand opening to his own bakery.

Chronologically, the baker would recount how he's always had an interest/affinity for baking. Mentioning how when they were young he'd constantly make countless snacks for his friend using a child's toy oven. From there his passion only grew, along with his friend's waistline.

Maybe the friend has been steadily gaining weight throughout their relationship or maybe he was just chubby as a kid and outgrew that in his teens. Either way when they're in college is where the friend would inevitably start packing on some serious weight. Leading to the present day where the friend is the baker's immobile taste-testing partner.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #9

25) Another classic fairytale scenario to parody: A young man lives as a servant to his wicked step-family.

For this setting I'd imagine that the kingdom views fat as a symbol of status, to grow so massive would wordlessly project one's wealth. So all the royals and noble families would be quite hefty.

Of course this means the main guy would be quite thin, maybe even malnourished, with his step-family hording the food for themselves. The step-father would have a manageable amount of weight on himself, but the step-brothers would be absolute gluttons. Spurred and encouraged by their father to gorge themselves fatter to make them seem more wealthy than they actually are. Leaving nothing but possible scraps for the main guy to eat.

Queue the invitation for a party at the castle that encourages all eligible bachelors to attend so that the prince may find a future partner. The main guy would like to go, just to enjoy one free night. However, the step-father forbids it, emphasizing the embarrassment his scrawny figure would bring to their household. Not to mention all the cooking and cleaning he'll be tasked with to ensure his step-brothers look their biggest for the night as potential partners for the prince.

Cut to the night of and the main guy laments his life as he cleans up the aftermath of his step-brother's gluttony. Queue his 'fairy godfather' to swoop in an save the day. Magically handling his chores for him in an instant while also granting the main guy a much more plumper form and a larger outfit to blend in at the party. Of course that means he's nearly immobile and struggles to even waddle, so the godfather has to magic up a sturdy carriage for him as well. Though it all will only last till midnight.

At the party the main guy only has eyes for unbelievable amount of food set out for the guests. He spends a majority of the evening gorging himself nonstop while other guests mingle and socialize. Eventually a handsome man of equally large stature comes up and greats the main guy. The pair then proceed to enjoy the rest of the evening together, stuffing themselves and each other with the most delectable treats.

Just as the main guy's belt breaks midnight arrives. With a hurried goodbye he leaves the castle, much to the handsome man's disappointment. To the main guy's surprise though he's pursued by the castle's portly guards as he flees, luckily for him his magically dwindling waistline lets him out pace his would-be captors.

A few days later it comes to light that the man the main guy spent the evening with was the prince when a declaration is sent out; that the prince is searching for him and plans to find him by testing his discarded broken belt on every bachelor in the kingdom.

When the prince finally reaches their house the step-father and brothers try dissuading him from trying the belt on the main guy, but there's a spark of recognition that spurs him onward. Of course when the belt wraps around the main guy is when its magic reactivates, swelling him back to his nearly immobile size. (probably leaving him in nothing but the belt ;) )

So from there they can live happily ever after as the new portly kings of the kingdom. And maybe the step-family get some karma in the end too~ Could be the prince sentence them to live among the castle's livestock. The step-father might be resentful towards the punishment but I'm sure his sons would take to living like the swine they are.

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26) Saw the movie "The Menu" a while back and of course my brain through this would be a great feeding scenario.

A chef gathers all the people that have most wronged him throughout his life. Could be a food critic that tried smearing his work in the past or a regular customer that's a complete slob or glutton. Maybe they'd be someone more personal/close to the chef, like an old partner or father that never believed in his skills/dream.

He invites them remote location with the promise of an evening of gourmet dining. Of course they'd all fall for it, and maybe for the first couple of courses they are served normally.

Maybe he implores them for one course to have their hands restrained and be fed by the staff on hand (maybe even blindfolded). Of course its all downhill from that point. Unleashing his staff to endlessly feed his guests.

From the guests perspective it could start normal, but as time wanes on they begin to grow confused by the amount they're being fed. Eventually they'd start resisting and by that point the staff would start force-feeding or tube-feeding them to keep them constantly stuffed.

After that who knows how long they'd be trapped there. Could be weeks, months, years with a round-the-clock staff keeping them more than well-fed.

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27) Pretty simple idea since the Christmas season has passed; a cursed Christmas sweater that progressively turns whoever wears it into a blob.

Could be some ominous gift that randomly appears before various men. Or maybe its passed along, re-gifted year after year to some unfortunate new guy.

The sweater starts out a little big, but day by day it fits tighter and tighter. Soon a guy's belly peeks out the bottom of it, then it gets to the point where their gut can't be contained. The sweater bunches up at billowing chest, acting more like a crop-top or bra than a shirt at that point.

Eventually the only way the growth stops is when the man wearing the sweater becomes to large for its fabric to bear. Don't worry cause once its torn off its magic naturally repairs itself, fixing any rips and shrinking back to its original size before it got all stretched out.

Also the sweater could force its wearer to become progressively more jolly? Maybe, maybe not, it all depends. Could also either have the wearer unaware of their growth or realize it with any attempts at removing the sweater failing till it naturally tears off.

[hog-farmer]

Sir, Yes Sir

At the ripe age of forty Captain Johnathan Kress decided to finally take the plunge and retire from the army. 

He originally enlisted at eighteen, straight out of high school. Back then he was still fairly well built, but definitely didn’t have the muscle definition he does now after more than two decades of service. Beside an improved physique the only other physical changes to John would be the telltale signs of aging. Subtle wrinkles by his eyes, and streaks of grey hair beginning to spread from the sides of his clean-cut head.

Once he enlisted his first two years in the army were fairly uneventful. Most of his days were filled with various drills and training. It was only after he progressed to a first class private that his experience in the army took a rather interesting turn.

It happened one night when his squad had a recreational evening to themselves. John was feeling unusually restless and just couldn’t find himself enjoying the downtime. The best idea he could think of was to go burn off this pent up energy at the gym on base.

For the next hour or so John would run through his usual workout routine, but to no avail. Physically he managed to exhaust himself, but his mind still felt active and restless. With no other solution in mind John decided that he’d turn in early for the night after washing up.

When John reached the showers though he was surprised to discover that the fluorescent lights were still on. Not only that but John could hear that one of the showers was currently on. Usually no one was here at this time of night, so John was curious about who else would be here this late.

Stepping towards one of the nearby benches John plopped his small duffel bag atop it and took out a clean set of clothes and a towel. From there John began stripping off his sweat-stained ones and shoved them into the duffel bag to clean later. John then took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He loosely held its ends with just one hand as he proceeded towards the showers.

Before he entered John wanted to take a glimpse at who was already inside. Not only to identify them but also maybe get some eye candy out of it. Normally John averted his gaze in the group showers to avoid an embarrassing erection, but being relatively secluded here tonight emboldened him to take a look.

With his back braced against the partially-tiled wall that leads around to the showers John cautiously peaked his head around the corner to peer inside. A line of shower heads steadily came into view till John noticed that the second to last one on the right wall was on. From there John progressed even slower till the occupant of the shower came into full view.

The man standing under the stream of hot water was quite the spectacle. From head to toe were all firm, toned muscles. Well-built calves and thighs topped with a pert pair of glutes. Shifting under the water gives glimpses back and forth between the cascade of back muscles and a sculpted chest and abdomen. His thick arms subtly flex as he runs his hands through his dampened, short, brown hair.

Even the littlest of details captivated John. The slight glisten of light that reflected off his wet, tanned skin. The light dusting of hair across his body with denser patches along his lower arms and legs, his chest and his phallic girth. The prickling of grey hairs at the chin of his beard. Piercing, deep hazel eyes that stare right through you.

…wait …eyes? …stare!?

The sudden realization snaps John out of his lustful stupor as he notices that the showering man has his eyes locked on him. Not only that but John also recognizes exactly who he’s been spying on; Sergeant Daryl Caber.

Flustered and panicked John immediately ducks back behind the wall he’d been peeking around. As he waits for his heartbeat to calm he closes his eyes and preys that the first class sergeant didn’t actually notice him.

Unfortunately for John a gruff voice is suddenly right by his ear, “The hell you think you’re doing here private?” 

Again panicked John recoils back, causing him to stumble over himself and roughly land his ass on the tiled floor. Now down at a lower angle John is aroused, but more so frightened by the imposing figure of Sergeant Caber. As he looms over John with a stern scowl droplets of lingering water run down his still damp skin.

“I- I’m sorry sir. I just came here to- to shower, I didn’t want to… interrupt you,” John apologizes while trying to excuse himself.

“Oh, really?” Daryl sarcastically replies. “Then what was with all that ogling going on?” He followed up with a harsh, accusatory tone.

“I -uh,” John sputters as reality sinks in. He’d been caught red-handed with no feasible explanation that could get him out of this situation.

“Could it be it had something to do with this,” the sergeant continues as he gently plants one of his bare feet over John’s groin. This makes the private realize that not only had his towel fallen aside, completely exposing him, but also that his member was fully erect.

“I’m… sorry-” John meekly starts before a steady increase in pressure over his groin cuts him off. It’s not enough to be painful, but enough for John to squirm under the uncomfortability.

“That’s not an answer private,” Daryl pointedly spits. “What were you watching me for?”

“I… was watching for my own… pleasure,” John confesses as an embarrassed heat starts to flush his neck and cheeks.

“Pleasure…” Daryl drawls with an eyebrow raised mockingly.

“Yes sir,” John softly reaffirms, his gaze averted as he begins to subtly curl in on himself.

“Well then…” the sergeant sighs, removing his foot from atop John’s member. 

Before the private has a chance to register the relief he’s suddenly shoved back with a new weight dropped down onto his chest. John recoils but before he has a chance to recover his breath he’s frozen by the new sight above him. Sergeant Caber has sat down directly on top of John with his legs pinning the private’s arms into place. The most shocking aspect though is the sergeant’s hard member hovering mere inches from John’s face.

“How’s this for a view then private? Pleasurable?” Daryl sneered. To further taunt the man below him the sergeant begins subtly pivoting himself side to side, causing his cock to bob back and forth in tandem.

As John lays there stunned he feels his heartbeat race ever faster. At a loss for words all John can do is watch as the sergeant’s member slowly sways in the air. 

Suddenly with a resonating thud the sergeant slams the side of his fist against the wall to refocus John’s attention. “Answer the question, private!”

“Y-yes! Yes sir…” John hurriedly stutters a response.

“Good…” Daryl sighs. Taking the hand he just used to hit the wall, Daryl presses his erect member down further. Wafting its musk even closer towards John’s nose. “Then if you like this closeup so much… I’m sure you’d like a taste, right boy?”

“Yes… please sir,” John softly begs, invitingly opening his mouth for Sergeant Caber to proceed.

With a satisfied smirk, Daryl begins guiding his length into John’s waiting mouth. It smoothly glides over the private’s warm tongue till John seals his lips around the base of it. 

“Oh~ that’s a good boy~” Daryl groans as he combs a hand through John’s very short hair. The sensation spurs John’s eyes to flutter shut, coaxing him to start leisurely rolling his tongue around the sergeant’s member.

Eventually John begins shallowly bobbing his back and forth, keeping his lips tight as they glide over the sergeant’s cock. It’s a little awkward for his neck in this position, but it’s worth it to hear Sergeant Caber whisper soft praises to him every so often.

After a few minutes of blissfully savoring the hard length in his mouth John feels it slowly be pulled away from him, along with the weight settled on his chest. He whines at the loss but soon feels himself being hoisted back up into a standing position. Before he has time to adjust to the sudden shift he’s shoved from behind to brace against the wall. John tries to weakly protest but the words die on his tongue with a shudder when a familiar length slickly settles itself against the cleft of his rear.

“You want more, boy?” Daryl exhales right by John’s ear.

John responds with a breathless, excited huff, “Yes!”

“Good. Then you’ve got twenty minutes. Shower up and come to my quarters,” Daryl instructs with a firm swat to John’s exposed ass. “And don’t be a second late, I hate waiting~”

With that John feels the heated presence behind him recede. Turning back after a pause reveals that Sergeant Caber has disappeared without a trace. For a second John remains motionless, mentally reeling from the events that just transpired. Next thing John knows he’s filled with unbridled excitement. Quickly retrieving his towel off the floor John proceeds to take the fastest shower in his life.

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From that night onward John was at Sergeant Caber’s beck and call, both in and outside the bedroom. It was relatively quick but John transferred to be a part of Caber’s squad where he became his right hand man. Anything the sergeant ordered John obeyed without fault, so much so that others in his new squad often referred to him as ‘kiss-ass’ behind his back for how obedient he was. If they only knew how close to the truth they were.

They kept up their private arrangement for six years with the two of them spending most nights, and even some secluded moments in the day, together. It followed them through John becoming a sergeant himself and Caber reaching the rank of master sergeant. Eventually their time together came to an end when Daryl chose to retire from the army after twenty years of service. Like John he had enlisted eighteen and after two decades he was ready to start a new phase of life.

For roughly the next year the two stayed in relatively low contact with each other through infrequent letters. Though eventually that dwindled as maintaining long distance simply wasn't a favorable arrangement between them. To Daryl it felt too impersonal while John was often too focused on his army carrier to make time.

After Caber’s departure John decided he wanted to aim towards becoming a commissioned officer. The benefits were favorable over just enlisting, so John began working towards that. Four years later he received a degree and became a second lieutenant. Skip forward another handful of years and now at forty John has chosen to retire after maintaining the rank of captain for the last four years.

Admittedly though, John was quite aimless with retirement. He’d only been out of the army for a couple months, but nothing about this new stage in life seemed to strike his interest. He debated looking for a part-time job or something along those lines when he received a surprising phone call.

“Hello?” John answered as he tucked the phone against his ear.

“Hey there boy,” A familiar gruff voice spoke through the line.

Time seemed to stop for John as his mind processed the realization. “Sergeant Caber!?” he practically squawked, an equal mix of shock and excitement from hearing his old sergeant again after more than a decade.

“That’s right boy," Daryl warmly replies. “So how ya been? Heard you finally decided to retire.”

“Y- yeah, been out for a couple months now,” John initially sputters before finally collecting himself. “I’ve been doing fine. Honestly, don't have much going on right now.”

“Well that’s all good to hear,” Daryl responds before prompting another question. “So where ya been livin’ these days?”

“Oh, still just renting the same old flat I’ve always had.”

“That dinghy little thing?” the retired sergeant asks incredulously. “Figured you might’ve bought your own place by now.”

“Eh, it does what it needs to,” John casually shrugs while glancing back at his fairly minimal living space.

“Well then, that leads well into my proposition then.”

At those words anticipation coils around John’s stomach, coaxing him to probe further. “And what proportion would that be?”

“Got an open room at my place. It’s yours if you’d like it~” Caber offers with a sultry tone.

“Y-yes!” John immediately agrees, his impulsivity spurred on by excitement. “I mean yeah, that’d be great if you’re willing to have me.”

“Alright then, I’ll send you my address and you can get started on all the logistics for moving.”

“Sounds good,” John agrees with excitement evident in his voice.

“See you soon then boy~”

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Now onto the present day where John is finally set to move in with his old sergeant. He had ended the lease on his flat and spent the remainder of the month packing up his belongings. Once he was ready he loaded everything up into his car for the drive down. Luckily John didn’t own all that much so it only took up his car’s trunk and a majority of its back seats.

The drive was thankfully only a few hours long and a majority of the time was spent on highways. The last half hour though seemed to take John through endless backroads. Eventually John makes the final turn down the road his old sergeant lives on. As his car creeps forward John can’t suppress the buzz of excitement in his bones. Soon enough a building slowly came into view, but as more of its details were revealed John found himself puzzled by its appearance.

It was an old mobile home, just a single-wide, but that’s not what surprised John. It was the siding that’s turned vaguely green from the moss and grime accumulated against it. The few windows were foggy and smudged, and a couple patches of tiles were clearly missing from the roof. Most surprising though was the yard. Its grass was completely overgrown, coming up to John’s waist when he finally parked and exited his car at the end of the house’s driveway. 

If John wasn’t certain that this was the correct address he might’ve thought this place was abandoned. Its condition is a surprise to John, given how diligent and strict he remembers Sergeant Caber being. He’d never imagine that man letting the yard work and upkeep of his own house go like this.

Pushing his concerns aside John reaches back into his car for his main duffel bag he had sitting in the passenger seat. With that in hand John then proceeds towards the small porch where the front door sits. Even stepping over the rocky pathway towards it reveals the tall foliage that grew from between the cracks. Once John was before the door he took a deep calming breath before pressing the house’s doorbell.

*Ding**Dong…*

“Come in!” shouts a familiar voice, though muffled from the other side.

A shiver quickly runs down John’s spine before he immediately jumps to react. Grabbing the doorknob and shoving the door inwards; or at least John tries to. The door barely swings more than half a foot before some sort of resistance halts its progress. Baffled, John tries swinging the door back and forth, steadily opening the door wider till John can see that it was several full trashbags slumped against the door that were preventing it from opening. 

“Hey there bud, glad to see you finally made it,” Daryl calls over from across the room.

The voice catches John's attention but the sight he sees makes his brain short-circuit. Plastic bags, food wrappers, takeout containers, and even the occasional article of dirty clothing form a nest-like arrangement around an old loveseat against the back wall. Said loveseat is currently being smothered by the large man occupying it.

The man’s barrel-sized thighs are spread wide to make way for the monolithic gut invading the space between them. It hangs heavy and low, nearly reaching the midway point of his chunky calves. He’s practically wider than the seat he occupies with his hips beginning to spill over the arms of the piece of furniture. His bloated chest sags forward just like his stomach with areola stretched much wider than the average man. His arms look like giant sacks of jelly with how round and malleable they look. Their upper portion has even begun to fold over top of his bulky forearms. Lastly, the man’s face, where John can’t deny the unmistakable resemblance to his former sergeant. His formerly strong jawline is now buried under a pair of puffy cheeks and a second ring of fat acting as another chin. 

Beyond his size the gigantic man also matches the environment he’s surrounded by. His hair is most predominantly grey now with an unwashed sheen to it. It's still relatively short, but how he trimmed it looks haphazardly done. Even his beard looks unkempt with how bushy and wild it is, just like the rest of his body. He’s practically wearing nothing as well with just a stretched-out wife-beater hanging loosely over him. John assumes it’s supposed to be white, but it looks more yellowed from age and several food stains. The useless piece of fabric doesn’t even cover anything practical since his stomach is on full display and his chest hangs out through the wide arm holes.

“Well don’t just stand there boy, get your ass inside,” Daryl barks, making John realize he’s been blankly staring this whole time.

John rushes to comply, swiftly tapping the door closed behind with his foot. Though the agitation causes the grouping of garbage bags to topple over.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess, been meaning to take those out. Just kick ‘em aside for now,” Daryl waves dismissively. From there the corpulent sergeant produces a cane that John hadn’t noticed earlier from beside the loveseat. He then proceeds to the laborious task of hoisting his weight into a standing position. Once he’s upright and huffing after a few failed attempts he beckons John to come closer. “C’mere boy.”

Internally John is still reeling from the drastic differences between his old sergeant and the man before him now. It still feels unreal, but something about the man’s presence always alleviates his worries. With a relaxing sigh John sets his duffle bag aside and crosses the short distance between the two of them.

As the two men embrace each other John focuses on the sensation of Daryl’s larger body. His sergeant’s stomach occupies most of the space between them, preventing John from being able to completely wrap his arms around Daryl’s round figure. The expanse of flesh feels soft to the touch as John’s hands roam across Daryl’s back. His skin also feels slightly slick with sweat, though that’s to be expected for men of his size. Musk is another thing that hits John, it's familiar to how John remembers it but much more potent.

“Hmm… You’ve firmed up nicely these past few years,” Daryl comments as his own hands feel up John. To punctuate his point the old sergeant cups a handful of John’s ass while giving it a little shake.

“Yeah, you too,” John hesitantly teases as he tightens his hold a little more.

“Yeah yeah, real funny one aren’t ya,” Daryl mutters sarcastically as he disengages the hug. “Now c’mon, I’ll show ya around,” he adds as he turns to waddle further into the house. When Daryl turns however it confirms to John that the obese man truly isn’t wearing anything below his nonexistent belt.

From there Daryl guides John the short distance through his small house. There’s a kitchen in the corner space across from the living room that John hadn’t noticed earlier since the front door originally obscured it. Down the short hallway was a space to the left that held a stacked washer and dryer before the door to the bathroom. Further beyond that space was another door that led to the bedroom which Daryl proceeded to open.

“This here’s the ‘open’ room,” Daryl sarcastically remarks. “Though to be honest I’ve been spending more nights out on the loveseat than in here.”

In response John merely nodded as he took in the sight of the bedroom. To no one’s surprise this room was just as messy as the rest of the house. A queen-sized bed was set up against the far wall, taking up a majority of the bedroom’s limited space. There's less remnants of food across the floor here, but more soiled clothes to compensate for the difference. Most of them are piled up by a messy dresser and overloaded hamper. The bed itself didn’t even have any sheets on it, just a couple lumpy pillows. There’s also a huge divot that takes up a majority of it. Its formerly white surface has been yellowed too with what John can only hope is only sweat.

“Now then, I think it’s about time we establish the big house rule. Or rather re-establish,” Daryl announced with a wicked smirk. In the same breath the enormous man leaned forward to grab John’s cock and balls in a firm grasp.

The sudden grapple catches John off guard, nearly causing his legs to buckle underneath him. Like always the old sergeant’s hold is tight and firm, not enough to cause any real pain, but just enough to make John squirm.

“Rule number one: you will do as I say when I say it. Got that boy?” Caber growls with a light squeeze of his hand to emphasize.

“Yes sir,” John feebly chokes out.

“You may be a higher rank than me, captain,” Daryl smugly spits. “But you’ll always be under my thumb, right boy?”

“Yes sir!” John enthusiastically nods, feeling that familiar shiver of pleasure run through his body again.

“Good boy,” Daryl remarks as he releases John’s privates.

*Ding**Dong…*

The doorbell’s sudden chime breaks the remainder of the moment.

“Ah, that must be my dinner,” Daryl comments and shuffles around to unblock the way to the bedroom door. “Go on ahead boy and grab that for me while I settle back down,” he adds with a firm pat to John’s rear.

Taking the lead as instructed John travels the short distance back to the front door. John expects there to be a delivery person on the other side, but when he looks outside he catches a glimpse of a car pulling out the driveway and down the road. However, at his feet are several plastic bags filled with takeout from some fried-chicken place. Wordlessly John scoops the bags up by their handles and brings them inside. 

By the time John turns back into the house he sees that Daryl has just reached his loveseat and is steadily easing himself back down onto the sunken cushions. With a weighted sigh the long-retired sergeant relaxes as he catches his breath from the relatively short time he was upright.

“Hurry up boy and bring the grub over! I’m wasting away over here!” Daryl halfheartedly yells.

John hurriedly returned to his sergeant’s side, placing a majority of the takeout bags by their feet while setting one down on the tv stand Daryl had set up beside himself. Eagerly, Daryl began rifling through the first bag and pulled out a container with some fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and biscuits. As he started digging into his meal he instructed John to take what he wanted and eat himself. 

Following Daryl’s words John fished out a matching container of food, sat down on the floor beside him and began eating as well. Though John ate with much less gusto compared to his giant sergeant. After a few relatively quiet moments of eating, John polished off the last of his food while Daryl plowed through two other bags of food. Before Daryl started in on his next bag he glanced down at John with a dissatisfied expression.

“Well don’t just sit there, boy. Make yourself useful.” Daryl muttered with a suggestive gesture towards under his belly by briefly lifting his overhang from one side.

John almost reflexively jumps into action, but feels himself hesitate. He’d love nothing more than to service his sergeant’s member again, but he wonders how Daryl’s new weight will make that feel.

Despite his reservations John tentatively proceeds with the command. He tries lifting the overhang with one hand, but John soon realizes he needs both to properly lift the malleable mass. From there John shimmies himself under Daryl’s belly and with alternating hands he dives further inward. Eventually John reveals the pad of fat that’s enveloped most of his former sergeant’s cock, only its head is left exposed. With his target in sight John shifts the weight he’s been holding up to one arm held over his head. Now with one hand freed John uses it to push back Daryl’s fatpad and expose more of his buried length. Bringing his head forward was a little awkward as he had to turn it sideways in order to reach deep enough.

Once John’s lips sealed around that throbbing head though he felt himself begin to dip back into that long forgotten subspace he missed so much. His tongue rolled and swirled around that piece of sensitive flesh, coaxing a deep, satisfied groan from the man above him. After a minute of toying with the head John began to inch his lips further down the thick length. Slowly, John took as much of the member into his mouth till he felt impeded by the soft fat surrounding it. Satisfied with the length in his mouth John resumed his leisure tongue teasing all while keeping a tight heated seal around it.

Minutes blissfully pass with Daryl continuing to gorge himself while John warmed him from below. Eventually, John’s arms started to tire and grow sore after supporting such weight for minutes on end. They trembled and wavered under the stress till it became too much for them to bear. As John’s arms dropped to a lax position the weight of Daryl’s stomach overhead came crashing down. Suddenly John’s head was enveloped by a heavy heated pressure. 

Surprisingly to John it was an enrapturing sensation being surrounded by that overwhelming presence. All that weighted fat kept John’s head locked into place while he continued to savor Daryl’s cock. It was like the man was holding him down without even trying. John was even struggling a little for air in the tight space, and what little he did get was so heavily scented with the corpulent sergeant’s musk. Overall for John it was like he was being smothered by heaven.

John loses track of time while suspended in his blissful subspace, but eventually he feels a tap at his leg draw him back to reality. Daryl has nudged him with his foot, trying to garner his attention. With a pitiful whine John begrudgingly abandons the cock in his mouth and begins removing himself from underneath the retired sergeant’s overwhelming belly. When John finally exits his face feels completely damp and his hair is ruffled in odd directions.

“C’mon boy, let’s take this to the bedroom,” Daryl huffs between labored breaths, obviously having just finished stuffing himself with his excessive meal.

Excitement pulses through John, prompting him to spring up and immediately take off towards the bedroom. During his short sprint John quickly discards his shirt over his head, as well as everything else below his waist when he reaches the bed. Once he’s bare John hops up onto the old bed and positions himself the way his sergeant always loved. Face and chest braced against the bed with back arched and ass on full display in the air. As John waits he hears Daryl lethargically approach the bedroom one heavy step at a time with labored breathing. Eventually the overweight sergeant rounds the corner to the bedroom and shuffles his way towards the bed’s side.

“Dammit boy, *Huff* Didn’t- *Huff**Huff* Didn’t even help me up,” Daryl scolds as best he can through his wheezing. “Now, *Huff* move your ass. I need to lay down,” he demands as he begins clambering onto the bed himself.

The order briefly confuses and disappoints John but he follows through with it regardless. Dismounting from the bed as Daryl rolls his bloated form onto it. After a few seconds to catch his breath Daryl then begins to shift his bulk around till he’s laying down on his stomach with his arms tucked around a pillow to support his head. With a heavy sigh Daryl’s weight seems to fully settle onto the bed with his belly splaying out beneath him and his ass slightly propped up by it.

“Alright boy, get to work~” Daryl sighs while invitingly spreading his encumbered legs a little wider.

With that John climbs back onto the bed and takes a kneeling position behind Daryl. There he delicately reaches for Daryl’s fatpad again to move aside the excess fat. Once the sergeant’s buried member was revealed John latched his mouth back onto it, taking as much of the rod as he could in one go. After that John resumed the same teasing actions that he performed earlier, only this time he was more freely able to bob his head up and down the length of the shaft as well.

A couple minutes pass with John savoring Daryl’s cock till the corpulent man grumbles with dissatisfaction. “Don’t just wet my prick boy! Give that ass some worshipping too!” Daryl barks over his shoulder.

Again John finds himself surprised at his superior. For their entire time together in the army not once did Sergeant Caber show any inclination towards having hole played with, let alone touched. Caber was always the one to top with his domineering presence while John was always willing to let the man take what he wanted.

Though it’s uncharted territory John was more than willing to fulfil his sergeant’s desire. With a wet pop John releases Daryl’s cock from his mouth and turns his attention upwards towards the sergeant’s mountainous rear. Uncertain hands grip the fleshy mounds and slowly part their hairy cleft to reveal the puckered hole hidden between them. As John leans towards it he tentatively extends his tongue to begin licking small teasing circles around the rim.

“That's it boy, keep going~” Daryl sighs as he nudges John with his foot again, encouraging him to proceed further.

At his superior’s behest John focused his tongue on the puckered center and began gently pushing it forward. To John’s surprise Daryl’s hole easily accepted his invading tongue, allowing him to freely toy with the entrance as tongue flexed about. 

“Oh yes~ Good boy, good boy~~” Daryl moaned out loud, spurring John on to move his tongue around faster. After a few minutes of John rimming Daryl the older man decides to take things further. “Okay, okay. T-that’s good boy, that's good~” Daryl sighs as he nudges John’s head from his ass. “Now give me that dick of yours and really let my ass have it!”

At this point John is completely unfazed by Daryl’s orders and promptly follows through with them. After awkwardly half-standing over Daryl John carefully aims his own hard member towards the sergeant's waiting hole. The tip easily slides right in with the rest of his length smoothly following in afterwards. Once he’s fully sheathed inside Daryl the massive man lets out a deep unrestrained moan.

“Oooh yesss~ That's the stuff boy! Keep it going!” Daryl shouts.

Spurred on by his sergeant John begins a brutal pace of slamming his member deep into Daryl’s inviting hole. Every thrust punches out a moan or a grunt from the sergeant with his prostate being hit dead-center every time. Eventually John’s rhythm starts to become erratic and uneven as he slowly builds towards an orgasm that he struggles to hold back.

“S-sir, I’m- I’m gonna-!” John chokes out a warning.

“Its okay boy, *huff* give me that load~ Pump it nice and deep~” Daryl drones.

With that bit of encouragement John lets his orgasm rack through his body. Slamming his dick deep into Daryl one last time and painting his insides with streaks of hot white cum. Daryl himself finally climaxes as well with his abandoned cock spurting ropes of cum onto the bare bed below him.

As the aftershocks of orgasm dwindle between the two men John collapses exhausted over Daryl’s broad back. Eventually their labored breathing evens out and they drift off to sleep with John’s member still firmly seated inside Daryl.

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A couple hours later John rouses from sleep. Daryl is still sound asleep beneath him so John gently removes himself from atop his sergeant. With a slight hiss John’s sensitive member slips free from between Daryl’s meaty mounds. From there John quietly exits the bedroom and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and fluids from his body.

When John was done cleaning himself up and redressed he began idly exploring the small house, taking in all its little details. After a few minutes of this John decided to best spend his time cleaning the place up a little. Once he located the spare trashbags John began loading up a new one with any trash he could locate throughout the living room. Any soiled clothes he came across were set aside in a pile and later deposited by the washer.

By the time John is finished gathering the trash and tying off the bag he hears the heavy thumping of Daryl waddling his way back towards the living room

“Ah, good boy. Thanks for gathering that all up,” Daryl praises when he sees the cleaned space. 

The sergeant himself is still naked and visibly sweaty from their coupling a couple hours ago, but apparently Daryl pays no mind to it as he plops himself right back down onto his loveseat. With a small grunt Daryl fishes out a remote from beside himself and turns on the tv across the room. 

“Trash bin’s outside around the side there,” Daryl comments as he gestures to the left wall beside him. “You can take the bags out there, but the truck doesn’t come for another couple of days.”

“Yes sir,” John nods and begins escorting groups of trash bags out the front door. Out at the bin itself John is able to stuff three bags inside with a fourth on top before he has to resort to just piling the excess bags up beside it.

“All done there boy?” Daryl asks when John finally comes back inside.

“Yes sir,”

“Good, then why don’t you hop back under there,” Daryl suggests while giving his belly’s overhang another emphasizing giggle. “Be like the good ol’ days with you under my office desk~” he winks.

Without a word John enthusiastically dashes back over to Daryl and dives under his monolithic belly. Searching through the rolls of fat John relocates Daryl’s softened member and guides his mouth back around it. Once it's settled John lets the heavy belly atop him settle its weight over him as well. With his head pinned down John focuses on taking deep breaths as his mind drifts off towards blissful nothingness again.

“That’s a good boy~” John faintly hears Daryl mutter above him.

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A year later would see quite a few changes to John and Daryl, as well as the sergeant’s modest house.

Overall the building was much more well maintained with John diligently handling all the chores. Outside the grass was regularly cut and the siding was cleared of its layers of grime. On the inside John kept on top of laundry and any other cleaning so the place never looked like a pigsty again.

John himself hasn’t changed all that much in a year's time, though maybe another grey hair or two with age. Other than that would be the small layer of soft padding he’d manage to accumulate, mostly around his chest and midsection. He’s still as strong and active as when he moved in; it's just living with Daryl and eating what he eats that has filled out John’s figure a little bit.

Daryl, like his household, is much cleaner than before John moved in. The younger man gives his hair and beard the occasional trim to keep it neat and tidy. John also helps keep him regularly bathed. Daryl was already too big to realistically fit in the shower, so John resorted to washing the titanic man with a soapy washcloth and a bucket of hot water.

As for Daryl’s size, of course he was enabled to grow even heavier with John handling everything for him. Visually not much about Daryl looks that different on his already bloated figure, but he sure can feel the new mass weighing down on him. Walking’s even more of a struggle nowadays, so Daryl hardly ever gets up off the loveseat anymore.

Overall the pair have been living their best lives with Daryl living out his hedonistic lifestyle and John diligently taking care of him and obeying every word he says.

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Welp that's another story I managed to crank out in less than a month. Not to mention a majority of it was written within the span of two days that I had off to myself.

I really liked how this one turned out as well as the dynamic depicted between John and Daryl. It was one of the ideas that I had stashed away for a while now so I'm glad it was finally able to come to fruition.

And you wanna know why I was able to get around to this one? Cause I finally finished off that Very Big story I was working on too. I've got certain plans for that one, so hopefully y'all will be able to ready that soon too~

Anyways, consider this an early Christmas gift from me. Have a happy holiday and see you all next year. Thanks for reading~

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #8

22) An obese guy wants to lose some weight to be healthy/fit. However, he lacks the motivation to do it himself, so he finds the most muscular guy around to be his trainer. (Maybe could branch into some hyper muscle as well)

The trainer has his motives for agreeing. Recently all the machines/weights he's been using don't feel like an effort anymore. He needs something bigger to help push his own limits, so this obese guy is going to be just that.

The trainer will tell obese guy to keep bulking while doing minimal exercise. In no time he'll be immobilized under his own weight with the trainer keeping him stuffed and ever-growing. Now the trainer can use his prone blob as a weight for all his own exercises, ensuring his own perpetual muscle growth.

And of course, the muscle guy can use his new weight however he pleases.

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23) In a world/future where food resources are scarce, so hording/consuming any surplus is considered illegal. Clearly this scenario would lead to a lack of fat people, but it also means any evidence of this crime is very obvious.

Maybe its some political man in a high power or some shady guy involved in underground crime. Either way, he gets caught and sentenced to prison. There the food and portion sizes suck, so this portly prisoner would obviously complain. He could also get roughed up, teased, or used by other prisoners with his flab making him an easy target.

Eventually the head of the prison takes an interest in him. Could be the head guard/warden or another prisoner that leads the others. Either way, they'd use their connections to get this chunky prisoner more/better food for him to indulge on.

From there on the fat prisoner keeps on growing and gaining weight while the head of the prison gets to have their fun with his ever-expanding body.

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24) A classic fairytale scenario where a prince is trapped in a tower and noble hero comes along to rescue them. (Though obviously with a fat twist)

The prince of the kingdom is lazy and gluttonous. Spending his days leisurely relaxing, avoiding any form of work or responsibility while indulging in the finest of foods. His father, the king, has had enough of this behavior. As punishment the portly prince is sent away in exile to be locked in a tower. The tower itself has a spell put on it, making it so the prince can't escape it till he's under a certain weight, only then will he be welcomed back.

For some time the prince is locked away, steadily losing weight with the small (average) meals he's provided. Though his weight loss isn't all that fast since he still chooses to be lazy and do nothing but lay about the tower. Eventually, his hero comes along to save the prince from his imprisonment. Could be any sort of knight or maybe even another prince/king from a neighboring kingdom, either way chubby princes are just his type.

However, there's no way to break the tower's spell. Lucky the prince's hero has just the plan. If he can't leave the tower they'll simply have to make him outgrow it. Cue the montage of the hero delivering feast after feast to his chunky prince, helping him outgrow that stuffy tower.

Eventually it gets to the point where the tower cant feasibly contain him anymore. Maybe he busts down the surrounding walls, or the tower could topple over under his weight, or floor could give out underneath him. Either way its a fairytale so he's unharmed in the end.

As for an ending, could have the hero simply whisk the prince away to his own home or castle. Could have the hero escort the prince back home where the king all but gives up on fixing his son's behavior (maybe having the hero ruling in his stead). Or the prince might want a little revenge so the hero leads a revolt to claim the kingdom (again the hero would basically just rule the kingdom)

[hog-farmer]

Hope we see a new story soon. Still love your stuff like Power hungry.

Sorry 'bout that. I've been pretty occupied with a big story that I've been working on for over a year by this point.

And when I say big, I mean Very Big. Like multiple parts and over 10k words currently, and I've still got 2 more parts to write. I hope to get it done by the end of the year so it can see the light of day at some point in the future.

Also, thanks for the love on Power Hungry. It was a very fun concept to explore.

[hog-farmer]

Love your wg prompts big dog! Very inspiring 👀

Thanks a bunch! Glad to know they're well received.

Fleshing-out these backlogged ideas is fun and helps keep me motivated when I'm working on larger pieces.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #7

19) Time travel situation where a guy goes back in time to make his life better, but the ‘weight’ of his actions affects others in the present. (Could be actual time travel or just wishing events were different)

Could take this premise in a number of directions. Maybe it’s multiple men in his life that are affected, like friends, family, or a partner. Or it’s mainly one guy that’s continuously impacted. The main guy could try and fix things for the other guy too, but every time they interfere it just leads to the other guy ending up even bigger in the present.

As for his motivation to change the past, maybe it’s just simple regrets or his own life is horrible because of these turning points. He could also be motivated by envy/jealousy, so him choosing to change past events is done with more malicious intent (like screwing over an enemy/rival)

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20) Jekyll/Hyde scenario where a repressed gainer unleashes the gluttonous personality dwelling inside himself.

It'd start out with the guy steadily gaining some weight as his alternate personality indulges and gorges. Like someone taking the first step before you as you follow along. He'd easily reach all his weight goals till he reaches the weight he always dreamed to reach.

But it wouldn't stop there though. His gluttonous side will never be satisfied with their size. Always striving to be bigger and better; more gluttonous, more depraved. The guy's normal side is just along for the ride now, unable to stop his unending growth.

I'd imagine the physical differences between the two personalities would manifest like a domesticated pig and a wild boar. The guy's normal side would be all soft, smooth rolls and folds, while the gluttonous side would have dense facial/body hair and maybe even a little muscle under all that fat.

Maybe he gets a feeder boyfriend along the way too that loves both sides of him. With the guy's normal side the boyfriend could be a gentle dom feeder to his reluctance and submissive nature. Praising him for all he eats and coaxing him to eat more. The gluttonous side would be rough and demanding, switching the dom/sub dynamic between the two. Now the boyfriend does as he told, feeding and pleasing his overweight partner however he demands.

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21) Bit of a spin on the classic "weight transfer scenario". Here overweight guys can transfer a majority of their excess weight onto a willing recipient to work off smaller amounts more easily. It'd be easier to work off 5lbs when you're 200lbs than when you're struggling with mobility at 500.

It'd be set up like a sort of loan service. You have the weight transferred off of you and gradually take back what you've just naturally worked off to slowly work through it all. Of course there'd be interest though, the recipient of the excess weight is under no obligation to work it off themselves so more will most likely naturally pile on.

For this, I'm imagining a situation where a guy abuses/takes advantage of this "loan" system. He'd deposit his excess weight with no intention of working it off. Heck, he'd likely accumulate more onto himself without changing his lifestyle. Of course he can always just deposit that new weight off and be thin again.

However, his time for the deal will eventually come up. All that weight that'd he'd been putting off will come flooding back to him. Maybe he's show the guy that's been holding onto all his excess weight, giving him a glimpse at all the pounds he's about to be hit with. He'll wind up bigger than ever.

But hey, maybe he can always work as a recipient for other guy's excess weight now?

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #6

16) An extremist group that believes every man on the planet should be fat. Maybe they’re just written off as crazy fanatics. A group of guys endlessly shouting into the void.

In recent years their movement might actually start taking action with more supporters. They could target small towns, slowly kidnapping residents and forcefully fattening them up. Their schemes could be exposed to the public, labeling them as dangerous.

Maybe this exposure pushes them further, causing them to become more secretive and invigorated in their efforts. Instead of just force feeding they could research ways to make a man really pile on the pounds. Now they start experimenting on the men they’ve captured, inventing new biological/chemical weapons.

Eventually they coordinate a massive attack, like detonating gas canisters or an infection/virus across multiple cities. During this multiple men are fatten, maybe beyond immobility. Their efforts can only grow from there; cities, countries, continents and eventually the whole world.

Maybe as time goes on their initial victims steadily grow larger or maybe their weapons become more potent so newer victims are the largest they’ve created. Maybe the extremists believe all men besides themselves should be fattened, placing them above others and ruling over them. Or they’re already naturally fat to begin with and want to shape the world in their image.

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17) A young redneck/bumpkin guy is given a chance to turn his life around and work towards a better future. Maybe he’s been a trouble maker with a group of friends as a bad influence. Could be that he’s forced to move away to live with an other relative and there he actually starts improving.

Could fix his grades, go to college, graduate, find a great job and make a good life for himself. On one of his visits back home he runs into and reconnects with his old friend group. In contrast to the main guy their lives haven’t been as prosperous, still living like rednecks/bumpkins that occasionally get themselves in trouble.

Seeing how good and cushy the main guy’s life is makes them resentful towards him. Next time he visits them they decide to kidnap/trap him and try degrading him back down to their level with all their bad habits. They make him smoke, get high or drunk, feed him nothing but greasy food and unhealthy snacks.

In the end he winds up worse than his friends. Just a gluttonous blob living for nothing but his own vices.

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18) Lastly, a blackmail scenario. A guy has his partner, friends, and family all kidnapped/imprisoned. Maybe the main guy has a background that warrants something this severe being held over his head, like a spy or superhero. Or maybe it’s just some petty revenge situation by someone crazy enough.

Either way the main guy would be given tasks/missions with the threat that his loved ones with be fattened into mindless blobs if he doesn’t cooperate. Maybe it’s a race against time as they’re all steadily fattened the longer it takes the main guy to complete the goals set for him. Could have multiple tasks that impact the main guy’s partner, friends, and family respectively. Like once he’s saved one group he has to move on to the next.

Regardless of how things turn out all of them will be severely fatter than they were before this all started. Maybe the main guy fails and they’ll constantly be kept from him and fattened into oblivion. Or maybe he ends up joining them with his failure.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #5

13) A new security guard is hired to handle the night shift for a museum, there a cursed object slowly starts causing his waistline to grow.

Could go any number of ways for how the curse object causes his growth. Maybe its something direct and forceful, with ghostly hands shoving various food into his mouth. He'd spend night after night running away from them while trying to do his job. Over time though, he won't be able to continuously avoid them with his increasing weight. Eventually it'd get to the point where he's slowly lumbering through the halls while his face is constantly being stuffed.

Or the object could be as passive as just being in its proximity that causes a slow, steady growth. Or maybe even a small mental influence that'd make the security guard hungry. So he either brings in big meals/takeout for himself or raids any vending machines in the building. Could be that the object's effect only takes place at night so the night guard is the only one that experiences it. Or it could happen during the day and just not work as well with a short time exposure or spread out amongst visitors.

Another fun though would be previous night guards. Some might've bailed before they got to big, others might've been sent to an early retirement when they end up immobilized under their own weight. Of course the main guy would inevitably meet that fate, but I could see the ending going one of two ways. Either a new night guard takes his place or the cursed object mysteriously ends up going home with him, continuing its fattening influence.

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14) This idea is basically a parody of "The Hangover" movies. A group of guys wake up after a drunken night out and have no recollection of the previous night's events. Except in this case they'd all wake up superchub-sized and have no idea how they got that big.

After the initial panic the group would proceed to try to remember by retracing their steps to hopefully return to their original weights. Maybe it all started off by them barhopping to a gay bar for chubs and bears. From there they could experience any number of various scenarios that'd lead to their sudden weight gain. Maybe they upset someone there like the owner and this is their karmic justice, or the place magically adapted them to fit in. Or maybe from there they got themselves caught up in some shady sumo wrestling league or competitive eating competition.

To end it all off though I think it'd be funny if by retracing their steps the end back up in the situation that fattened them up in the first place, so they'd end up even fatter than what they woke up as.

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15) A Superhero vs Villain scenario where both have powers that cause others to gain a lot of weight.

The hero would mainly use his power to immobilize bad guys, rendering them incapable of fighting and easy to arrest. Meanwhile the villain would mostly be using his power for his own personal pleasure, though in terms of fighting it obviously would also incapacitate his enemies.

Maybe the hero might be framed for the villain's actions since they both fatten up guys? Though I think having their powers function differently from one another would be better, so misinterpreting one's actions for the other probably wouldn't work.

As for their confrontation I picture it playing out like this:

The villain's powers work psychically, manifesting endless food into existence and force feeding it to his targets. The Hero, on the other hand, would fatten his opponents through physical contact, so he'd need to touch/grapple in order for his power to work.

With this, I imagine the villain initially having the upper hand. He'd be able to keep his distance while forcing the hero to eat and grow till he can no longer move. The villain will think he's won and approach to gloat about his victory. However, he manages to get just close enough for the hero to grab one of his limbs. From there the hero's powers would start working and immobilize the villain into a fat blob too.

The end of their conflict to turn out one of two ways. The villain could turn his powers onto himself, with his newly expanded body he could be gluttonous and just want to keep indulging and growing himself. Or the villain and hero could continue to fatten each other into oblivion as the hero holds onto the villain and the villain keeps manifesting for for the hero to eat.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #4

10)"Murder" Mystery plus a little Clue board game theme. A group of older, maybe high-up/influential guys come together at one of their mansions for a dinner party. (Maybe they can all have food based/pun names? like Clue with colors)

Probably would be the cliché dark and stormy night, justifying the power cutting off at important, climatic moments. These moments would of course be when each of the men are picked off one by one and fattened into immobile blobs. I'd imagine that the first fattening to kick everything off would happen to the host. And coincidentally he'd be immobilized at the mansion's front door, blocking the only exit and trapping everyone inside.

Again with some Clue inspiration, the fattenings could happen in various rooms throughout the mansion with an assortment of tools/methods for getting the job done. Like maybe they investigate the indoor pool and one of the men is liquid-bloated to fill the entire space of the pool. Maybe they each could be fed with whatever food they're names would be based on?

And to end things off lets go with another cliché; the butler was behind it all. As for his motivations? That can stay a mystery.

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11) After over two decades of backbreaking work an overweight father is left empty-nested/abandoned by his sons. He's done all he can to connect with them throughout the years, even going so far as completely paying their way through college. Regardless, they just never quite connected, maybe his job's long hours kept him at arms length?

So now he spends his days home alone, retired early after a work place accident prevented him from ever returning to his laborious job. This new sedentary lifestyle has also caused his already overweight figure to swell even further. Eventually, one night when he's left alone with his thoughts he wishes that his boys and him could've been closer. That they would spend more time with him/maybe be more like him too?

Come next morning and when the father tries to get out of bed he finds himself struggling to move. To his surprise he's grown significantly fatter overnight, nearly rendering him immobile under his own weight. As he tries to hoist himself out of bed he suddenly hears heavy footsteps approach his room. Before he can even question who's in his house one of his sons enters his room and just like the father he's significantly fatter too.

After a brief acclimation to his new situation the father comes to realize that his wish has come true. Their past has change with his adult sons now having always behaved like him, shared his interests, and even followed in his footsteps for their jobs/careers. Now they all live at home with him too, fat like their father and enabling and helping him with his struggling mobility.

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12) A fitness trainer is trying to help his clients lose weight. Most show little to no progress despite their continuous effort. Desperate to find new methods/ways to help, the trainer stumbles upon some shady magical means to get the job done.

He finds something that'll transfer the fat of one person onto the body of another. He makes a trial run of it with one guy, syphoning a small, unnoticeable amount of fat onto himself. It works and after a week or two he manages to naturally lose the weight himself. So from there he continues to transfer small amounts of fat from his clients onto himself to help them along and progress faster.

Eventually things start getting a little unmanageable for the trainer. Maybe his success amongst his clients has attracted more patrons that he's struggling to handle or maybe he's just been taking on too much weight himself and he's having a hard time handling the workload.

Either way, the effort of continuously working off large amounts of weight becomes too cumbersome for him. Though he still wants to help others lose weight, so in an act of martyrdom he resigns himself to be a boundless vessel for other guys to syphon their undesired fat onto. Quickly swelling past immobility as he becomes an ever-expanding blob buried in fat.

[hog-farmer]

Weight Gain Prompts #3

7) A rich guy visits a new high-end tailor shop and is immediately smitten with the guy that own/runs the place. From that point forward he comes up with various reasons/excuses to revisit the shop. Fixing rips and tears, minor adjustments, ordering new pieces.

Eventually the rich guy gets the idea to start putting on weight as a new justification to frequent the shop. Plus it gets the tailor up close and personal with every time he has to take the rich guy's new measurements. Of course his weight would inevitably spiral out of control since he'd be desperate to keep seeing the tailor. Maybe things would even get to the point where the rich guy his bedbound, but the tailor is willing to make a house call/visit for his most valued customer.

All in all, there'd be a lot of clothes tearing and wardrobe malfunctions throughout this, along with a lot of emphasis on the individual sections of the rich guy's body. (All those rolls and folds to wrap a tape measure around). Plus a well-dressed blob would be a fun visual.

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8) "A Christmas Carol" parody where a former gainer reflects on his life and must make a choice about his future. (not a 1 to 1 parody, but just the same general vibes/plot)

In the present he's been living a lonesome, unfulfilled life. Just going through the motions day by day. One night, after a particularly hard day, he's visited the ghost of his late partner/husband (or maybe lucidly dreams?).

Together they reflect/reminisce on their time together (maybe as mutual gainers or feeder and feedee). The main guy enjoyed eating and gaining, indulging to his heart's content with his partner by his side. However, his partner's untimely death sucked all the joy and pleasure out of the idea of gaining for him. Even if its still a personal desire for him to grow, he just doesn't have the motivation for it anymore.

The main guy has lost weight since then, both from a lack of effort and emotionally no apatite. His partner's spirit encourages him to move on, knowing he's not happy with his current life. So, in an attempt to re-spark inspiration he gives the main guy a glimpse into a brighter future, one where he's achieved his dream weight and moved on to enjoy life with a new partner.

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9) A guy leaves home for college abroad, leaving behind his father and possible brother(s). They keep in touch with regular calls and texts, everything seems fine while he's away. When the main guy does come home (probably end of the semester) he finds his family have become absolutely massive.

Main guy freaks out, questioning how this could happen so suddenly for the short time he was gone. His family, however, act completely nonchalant/unaware to their near-immobile weight. They shrug off his concerns like their new size has been the norm their whole lives.

Another bizarre thing is that his dad is suddenly married to a (normal-sized) man the main guy has never heard anything about. Not to mention this new husband is the one taking care of them/cooking them copious amounts of food.

Maybe the main guy manages to snap his family back to reality? Or maybe he slowly starts succumbing to the same influence they're under?

[hog-farmer]

While You Were Away (Supernatural WG)

It’s a quiet evening in the bunker with both Winchesters currently occupying the library. They sit across from one another with a laptop in front of each of them and several loose books strewn about. 

“So, any leads?” Dean asks as he leans back in his chair, having grown bored with his own search.

“Hm… just one,” Sam responds with his face still pointed down at his laptop as he continues reading. “Though it’s vague enough where I can’t tell if it’s a werewolf or skinwalker.”

“Eh, silver works all the same,” Dean shrugs before taking a swig from the beer he has beside him. “Where’s it at?”

“Northern Washington,” Sam answers, which earns him an exasperated groan from his older brother. “I can just head out there myself. Shouldn’t be too much of a hassle if it’s just the one,” he offers as he scrolls further down the webpage on his laptop.

“Fine by me. Just don’t wanna deal with driving ‘round the Rockies,” Dean mutters into the lip of his bottle while rolling his eyes.

As the two begin to discuss further details about the hunt they hear a pair of footsteps approaching the library. Eventually, Cas steps through the room’s threshold with a plate of food in hand. With a somewhat eager pace he comes to a stop right beside the older Winchester.

“Dean, I think I made something you’ll like,” Cas suggests with his usual low-toned enthusiasm.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Dean casually asks, prompting Cas to set the plate down in front of him.

At first glance it looks to be a hotdog on a bun with a handful of potato chips beside it, but the main feature appears to be what is currently wrapped around the hotdog.

“A bacon wrapped hotdog?” Dean questions with a short, amused laugh as he picks up the piece of food. 

For the past month Cas has taken up an interest in cooking after the numerous times he’s observed Dean work in the kitchen. After being briefly taught the basics Cas worked his way up from helping around the kitchen to making meals all by himself. Now though he’s been experimenting with what he can make, like wrapping everything in bacon.

“Do you like it?” Cas asks after Dean takes his first bite of the bacon-clad hotdog. 

After a second Dean lets out an affirming grunt along with a nod and a thumbs up. Dean quickly scarfs down the rest of the dog and licks away the little remnant smudges of ketchup left on his fingers.

“Would you like another? I have more ready to be cooked back in the kitchen?” Cas offers.

“Yeah, make that two actually” Dean requests as Cas steps away to go fulfill his order. As he turns back to start snacking on his chips he notices Sam with a deadpan expression and a raised eyebrow. “What?” He huffs.

“Nothing,” Sam mock surrenders before adding under his breath, “Have fun clogging your arteries.”

“Yeah, and you enjoy your soulless kale shakes Sammy.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

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After a few more days of research Sam was ready to head out. He picked out one of the bunker’s spare cars and got it ready for the road, since Dean wouldn’t let him take the impala. He loaded it up with a pair of duffel bags, one filled with hunting supplies and another packed with his personal belongings.

With metallic thunk Sam closes the car’s trunk just as Dean saunters over to see him off.

“All set Sammy?” Dean asks with a half eaten chocolate chip muffin in hand.

“Yeah, I think that should be everything I’ll need,” Sam replies as he comes to stand beside his brother. “Cas getting into baking now?” he inquires with a nod to the muffin.

“Yeah, he’s actually really good at it out the gate,” Dean comments before stuffing the last few bites of the muffin into his mouth.

“Alright well, shouldn’t take me more than a week to get this settled, so I’ll see ya soon,” Sam remarks while opening his arms to bring Dean in for a quick hug.

“Yeah yeah, just stay safe,” Dean replies as he pats Sam’s back.

After the two separate Sam climbs into and turns on his vehicle. As he starts driving out of the bunker’s garage he briefly catches Dean waving him off in his rear view mirror.

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Over a month later an exhausted Sam steps back into the bunker through its garage. He’s tired and a little disheveled, mainly from dealing with an unexpectedly elongated hunt. Turns out it was a skinwalker, or rather several of them that weren’t even associated with each other. So, Sam ended up having to track each of them down individually to deal with them. As he lumbers his way through the bunker with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder he tiredly calls out to alert his return.

“Dean! Cas! I’m back!”

When the younger Winchester makes it to the bunker’s library he unceremoniously drops his bag onto the table they usually occupy. He quickly takes a seat to unwind but as the minutes pass Sam begins to question the lack of response to his call.

“Dean? Cas?” Sam tries again as he quizzically looks back into the bunker.

When Sam doesn’t receive a response again he lets out a sigh as he picks himself up to go look for his brother and their resident angel. His search is relatively short as he quickly catches some noises that lead him to the kitchen. 

“Guys? You in h- Holy Shit!” Sam begins asking as he rounds the corner into the kitchen, only to stumble back and nearly fall over himself at the sight he’s greeted with.

The prep space is a complete mess with several dirty pots, pans, and utensils strewn about. Along with various smudges and food scraps across the prep table.

What caught Sam off guard the most though is a very overweight, and nearly nude Cas standing in front of the grill. If Sam had to guesstimate he’d say Cas looks to be around four hundred pounds. Besides an apron partially covering his front the only other thing Cas was wearing was a pair of black boxer-briefs. The fabric looked very stretched across his rounded hips and rear. Its waistband was even bunched up in the back, exposing a small trail of hair leading to the top cleft of his ass.

“Oh, Sam, you’re home. Welcome back,” Cas casually greets once he turns and notices the younger Winchester. The chunky angel looks just as just as messy as his workspace, with his usual ruffled hair, scratchy face, and several small smudges of sauces dotting his arms and cheeks.

“Jesus, dude- Cas what the hell happened?!” Sam frantically asks.

“What?” Cas cluelessly asks with his usual head tilt.

“Your body Cas! How the hell did you get so…fat!?” Sam clarifies, fumbling for a second at the last word.

“Well, typically excess energy is stored within fat cells-” 

“Cas, I get that,” Sam interjects before Cas can continue his very literal anatomy explanation. “I know how the human body works. What I’m asking is; why? How did you get this fat so suddenly? I was only gone for a little over a month.”

“Ah, yes. Well… I may have been a little overzealous about my intrigue in cooking… extremely overzealous…” Cas shrugs with a downward glance at his rounded body. “As for the drastic change in my vessel’s appearance I believe that's a result of my recent habit of infusing a little grace into the meals I prepare.”

“So you’ve been spiking your food with angel’s grace,” Sam flatly summarizes.

“Essentially yes. That is one way to put it.”

In response Sam can only let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, okay. We’ll… We’ll deal with this later,” Sam waves off the situation at hand, too tired to deal with it any further. “Where’s Dean? I’m just gonna go let him know I’m back before heading to bed.”

“He’s in his room,” Cas simply answers before promptly turning his attention back to the several burgers and strips of bacon he has on the grill.

Sam can only shake his head in disbelief as he exits the kitchen. They’ve seen some strange things in their lives, but this one's new. Not the weirdest or most outlandish, but definitely new. 

Pushing that thought aside, Sam quickly navigates his way through the halls of the bunker till he comes to a stop outside Dean’s room. He gives the dark, wooden door a brisk knock, still a little wound up from his interaction with Cas.

“Hey, Dean. You in there?” Sam calls out. After a few seconds of no response Sam repeats his actions then puts his ear close to the door to try and hear inside. When he’s met with silence again Sam goes for the door’s handle to take a peek inside. 

As the door swings open Sam’s eyes go wide and he freezes in place, shocked at the state of his sleeping brother. Like Cas Dean had grown fatter in the short time Sam was away, significantly far more than the angel had. 

Dean’s new form now takes up nearly the entire surface of his single-sized bed. His limbs are buried under dense layers of fat with loose sacks of fat hanging off his arms and legs that exponentially get wider the farther up they go. His stomach takes up a majority of his figure, with big side rolls underneath his massive chest. Even his face looks bloated with the thick ring of fat that now frames it. The collective fat across his torso slowly rises and falls as he lightly snores away. He’s completely bare too, though his stomach and pubic roll give him a sliver of modesty.

Eventually Sam manages to snap back to his senses and rushes over to his brother’s side. “Dean! Dean!” He whispers frantically as he tries shaking the larger man awake. 

With a gruff snort the older Winchester is jostled awake. His bleary eyes slowly look around till they come to focus on Sam. “Hey Sammy, when did you get home?” he manages to ask between yawns.

“When did I get home?! When did you become the size of one?!” Sam loudly asks, completely baffled.

“Oh shut up,” Dean halfheartedly dismisses with a little blush as he struggles to push himself into an upright position.

“Seriously Dean, you look like you weigh a thousand pounds!” 

“Nine fifty-eight actually,” Dean cuts in to correct. “Cas weighed me this morning.”

“Still you’re fucking gigantic! How did this happen?”

Just as Sam finishes his question the two briefly hear soft footsteps approaching before an apronless Cas enters Dean’s room. In his hands he holds a platter of several burgers that are stacked with two patties each, melted cheese, bacon, onions, and pickles. Along with a mound of well-seasoned fries centered amongst them.

“That answer your question?” Dean remarks with a smart-ass smirk as he nods over at Cas.

“Here you go Dean, some extra-large bacon cheeseburgers,” Cas happily states as he sets the platter of food down in front of Dean.

“Ooo yes, come to papa,” the giant Winchester murmurs to himself before he starts digging into his first burger with gusto. While he does that, Cas squeezes in beside Dean and takes a burger for himself, slowly savoring each bite.

“Dude!? You’re seriously gonna keep eating like this?!” Sam interrupts, dumbfounded by his brother’s display of gluttony. 

“What?” Dean huffs through a mouthful of burger. “Like I don’t deserve to unwind and indulge a bit?”

“I think this is a little outside the range of ‘rest and relaxation’ Dean.”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” Dean states before his now grease-slicked hands pick up his next burger.

With an exhausted sigh Sam throws his hands up in surrender and turns to leave Dean and Cas to their gluttonous indulgence.

“Told you he’d have a cow about this,” Dean mutters with a chuckle as he jovially nudges against Cas. The angel, in turn, silently agrees with an affirming nod.

After a few minutes Cas finishes off the burger he picked out, licking his fingers clean of stray grease. With one hunger briefly satiated he now turns his attention to another. 

As Dean works his way through another burger Cas softly places his hands atop the man’s monolithic belly. He feels for the gradually swelling stomach underneath all that fat and gently begins to massage. While Cas kneads the doughy flesh Dean lets out the occasional burp as new space is made in his packed gut.

Eventually Dean’s enthusiastic eating starts to slow as his stomach nears its full capacity. When Cas notices this he adjusts himself so he’s straddling one of Dean’s billowing thighs and picks up the last burger on the tray.

“Come on Dean, only one more. I know you can do it,” Cas softly encourages as brings the greasy piece of food up to Dean’s lips. 

With chunks of his precious burger still in his mouth Dean accepts a bite from the remaining burger. Ever so slowly Dean powers through and manages to swallow down every last bite Cas feeds him. Letting out a low, drawn-out groan Dean slowly begins slumping back in his bed.

“That’s it… you did such a great job,” Cas gently praises as he helps ease Dean back to lay down.

While Dean’s in a stupor recovering from his meal Cas glides a hand over the stuffed man’s bloated body. Going from his heavy chest that sags sideways to over his massive mound that is his belly. Eventually, Cas’ hand trails down to Dean’s thigh where it begins to slowly drift inward. Once his hand reaches the bulge of pubic fat Cas starts playing with it by gently making it jiggle.

“Mmmm…” Dean quietly groans as he vaguely shifts his legs further apart.

Taking the silent encouragement Cas adds his other hand and slowly begins to push back Dean’s fupa. Gradually, the upper half of Dean’s cock is unveiled. However, it doesn't get much time exposed as Cas quickly wraps his lips around it.

“O-! Ohhh~~~” Dean brokenly moans at the slick heat of Cas’ mouth. 

As Cas swirls his tongue and bobs his head over Dean’s full member he feels every pleasurable shudder and spasm quiver it’s way through his engorged body. 

Eventually, when Cas feels Dean nearing his climax, he removes his mouth from the man’s dick with a wet slurp. From there Cas quickly shucks off his boxer-briefs and lines his own cock up in front of Dean’s buried one. With a steady hand Cas guides himself down into Dean’s slickened fatpad, fitting his snuggly against Dean’s own member.

“Oh Cas~~~” Dean sighs, completely blissed-out.

With that motivation Cas begins to slowly thrust his hips as he gradually builds to a steady pace. His cock effortlessly glides against Dean’s as they share the soft, tight space. 

All too soon Cas feels himself teetering toward his orgasm. Same as Dean with his wanton moans becoming more breathless and frequent. Soon enough Cas feels Dean’s member harden further and spasm against his own with pulses of warmth filling the space encasing them. The sensation is enough to send Cas over the edge as well, adding his own spillage into the tight heat of Dean’s fatpad.

After a few seconds to come down from the high, Cas eventually pulls out. When he does so a trail of mixed cum slowly oozes out from Dean’s fupa onto his bed. Though with a quick snap of Cas’ grace their mess is effortlessly cleaned up.

As Cas stands to retrieve his discarded underwear he notices Dean is already passed out and softly snoring. Understandable given the combination of stuffing himself silly and climaxing right afterward probably exhausted the incredibly overweight man. 

With an endearing chuckle Cas runs a hand through Dean’s hair before giving his cheek a quick kiss.

“Sleep well Dean. I’ll have another snack ready for you when you wake up,” Cas whispers to Dean before exiting the man’s bedroom.

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Had a sudden wave of motivation for this idea and managed to crank it out in a couple days. Honestly, I should try doing that more often when something hits me. Currently though, I have been wrapped up in trying to write out a much longer story that I'm over half way done with. But you know how inspiration is, it comes and goes and sometimes gets stuck. I'm hoping to have it finished in the next couple months though so I can move on to other ideas, or at the very least crank out shorter side ones like this supernatural story.

Anyways, just wish me luck and again thank you all for reading.